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#taehyung fics
nmjoo-n · 1 year
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SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.
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pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k
synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.
A small life, a small happiness.
These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.
Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.
Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.
Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.
It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.
Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.
You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.
What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?
He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.
“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”
You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.
It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.
“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.
“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”
Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.
But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.
Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.
He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.
All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.
You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?
You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.
So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.
Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.
“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.
He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”
He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.
“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”
Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.
“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”
“Good lord, you’re not.”
“I am.”
A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”
For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.
You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.
“How is my favorite girl doing?”
Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.
“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.
His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”
Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”
He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?
Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.
“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”
Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?
“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.
“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”
“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.
He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”
You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?
“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.
In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…
“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”
“Has he touched you?”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”
You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”
Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.
“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”
Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.
“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.
The question is to whom?
“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.
“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”
The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.
He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.
“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.
He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.
“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”
“Lies.”
Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”
You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.
“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”
He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”
Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.
For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.
“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”
You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”
One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”
Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.
“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.
“What?”
“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”
His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.
“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”
He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.
It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.
Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.
He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.
He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.
“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”
You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.
Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.
“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”
“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.
Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.
You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.
“Oh, it’s wonderful!”
“That’s my girl.”
Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.
“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.
Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”
“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”
“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”
You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.
“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.
“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.
You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.
“Why the interest?”
“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”
Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.
“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.
“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”
“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”
“It’s just as so.”
“Don’t be shy with me.”
“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”
Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.
He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.
He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.
You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.
“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”
Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.
“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”
Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.
“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”
When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.
“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”
He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.
You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.
Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.
Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.
“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”
“But—”
He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”
You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.
He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.
He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.
All in good time.
With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.
You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.
Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.
His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.
Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.
At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?
“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”
“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”
“Yes, mother.”
Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.
They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.
You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.
Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.
“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.
“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.
“Is that so?”
“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.
Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.
“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.
He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.
“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”
Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.
Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.
“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”
He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.
“Turn around for me, darling.”
You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.
“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”
“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.
“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”
He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.
“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”
You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”
He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.
“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”
You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”
He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.
“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”
“Please…”
Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.
“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.
“You, please, more, more!”
When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.
He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.
Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.
“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.
You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.
Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.
“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”
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liveyun · 6 months
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baby bear’s honey.
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⊹ liveyun reads, 2023 (: !! taehyung ver.
—⊹ joon and seokjin’s library
—⊹ yoongi’s library
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hello hello :3 welcome back to my library, but as usual a failed attempt to organise them all :( i remember reading SO many golden fics, but these are only some i could manage to find <\3 and the most heartbreaking news is that one of my all time favorites have been deleted by the author.. ;-:
as always, if possible, your feedbacks to the authors are always appreciated and welcome.
most of these fics are rated M, and abiding by the author's wishes, you have to be 18+ in order to read them. however, i’m not responsible for the content you consume online, hence, reader's discretion is adviced.
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[ ♪ ] : series | [ ★ ] : favorites | [ a ] : angst | [ f ] : fluff [ s ] : smut | [ d ] : dark/horror
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⊹ nox by @hobidreams ( 10.5k, a, s, f ) ★🧛🏻
⊹ of lace and lust by @hobidreams ( 11.2k+, a,s,f ) ★ 🪞
⊹ things we don't say by @wintaerbaer (♪20k+,a,s,f)★❤️🩹
⊹ with love by @rosaetae (5.4k, a) ★ 💔💔
⊹ tempting by @kinktae ( 20k+, a, s ,d, f ,♪) ★ 😈👼
⊹ the art of tenderness by @sahmfanficbts (9.3k+,a, s, f)★🍡
⊹ tolerate it by @archivedkookie ( 9.3k+, a, s, f, ♪,) ★ 💔
⊹ a human touch by @snackhobi ( 39k+, a, s, f ♪ ) ★ 🤖
⊹ after midnight by @watashijeon (7.9k, s, a, ♪) ★ 💔🚬
⊹ maybe i do by @chateautae ( 120k+ , a, s , f , ♪) ★ ❤️🩹
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again, a simple reminder. if there's a series which is put on hold or isn't completed yet, don't be an ass and pester them about updates. we all are trying our best, okay?
here's my own masterlist if you wanna read my stories ( self promo? 😍👎🏽)
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euaphoric · 6 months
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🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 3. 🕸️
Teacher’s Pet
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[PAIRING] taehyung x f!reader
[GENRE] college au, teacher x student, pwp [WARNINGS] smut, age gap (9 year difference), daddy/sir kink, hand kink (i love tae’s hands what can i say hehe), fingering, oral (m. receiving), unprotected s*x (whoopsies), hitting from the back, spanking, breeding, light degradation, use of pet names (kitten, baby, doll, etc), slight possessive!tae ?? if you blink lmao
summary: it’s all fun and games making your professor get all flustered by your actions, until he actually does something about it and reminds you who’s the real one in charge.
wc -> 2.8k
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you knew exactly what you were doing trying to provoke professor Kim the other day. it’s a little game you like to play with him, getting him all hot and bothered in public places knowing he couldn’t do a single thing about it. that’s why you wore the tiniest, micro skirt you could find in your closet— which barely covered anything, you’ll flash someone if you bend over even the slightest. during class when mr. Kim asked everyone to come and grab their test result papers from his desk, he called your name out trying his best not to make it so obvious he was staring at your body. you drove him insane the first day he laid his eyes on you, fully obsessed and captivated by your ethereal beauty. he almost moaned out loud when he saw you bend down to pick the test paper up, “accidentally” dropping it when you turned around, giving him the view of a fucking lifetime.
he was so going to make you pay for that next time he saw you. as much as he wanted to just say fuck it and ruin you straight after class was over, he had some important matters to take care of. fortunately for him when he sees you again he’ll have much more time on his precious hands. more time to have his way with you and punish you for all the sins you were about to make him commit. he thought all the little tricks you had up your sleeve were finished, but not just yet. thinking you couldn’t get any more bold than wearing that tight, short skirt, you came to class wearing a plain white button up top, but it had some alterations to it. you tied the ends into a knot, making it into a cute crop top, also leaving most of the top buttons undone and the collar flared out. the outline of the hot pink bra you wore underneath could be visibly seen with lace detail peeking out from the opening of the shirt. he also noticed something… you changed your belly jewelry. the one you had before was a simple silver barbell with a pink heart gemstone, but the one you wore today had a diamond playboy bunny dangling at the end.
this game of yours isn’t funny anymore, it’s pure torture at this point. your presence was enough to take his mind into unthinkable places, doing everything in his power to get through this hour lecture without stuttering or faltering his words. even some of the students were noticing his sudden change in behavior, usually he speaks in a sophisticated, eloquent manner but today he was acting noticeably different. “what’s up with mr. Kim? he’s talking super fast and not as calm and collected as usual.” your classmate Aria voices her concerns next to you, not knowing a single clue that you were the cause of it. you were making it extra hard on him too, staring at his beautifully crafted face while seductively sucking on a cherry lollipop. every time he’d look over at you you’d make sure to twirl your tongue around it, foreshadowing what you’ll be doing to him later on. thank god the room was dark besides the projector, he would’ve been extremely embarrassed had someone seen the massive boner he was sporting under his slacks. you were getting such a kick out of making him a flustered mess, not caring of the consequences that’ll come with it later, you’ll end up enjoying it anyway. its absolutely unfair that he couldn’t wrap his hands around your pretty neck, push you up against the wall and fuck you senseless like the dirty slut you are. he will in due time though, it’ll all be worth the wait in the end.
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once class was over, as usual there’d be a line of girls waiting to speak with mr. Kim. most of their questions didn’t even pertain to the lecture, they just wanted to say they had a conversation with him. he was quite the ladies man and very popular among campus, he was mostly known for just being that really hot English professor everyone wanted to fuck though. “awww, i was hoping you’d stay a little longer so i could talk to you more!” an annoyingly cheerful female student says to him, trying to act all cute and nonchalant by twirling her hair around but failing miserably. “me too! i need some help on starting my thesis mr. Kim, could you maybe give me a private session on how i should go about writing it?” another perky girl joins in to ask, her voice was so nasally you wanted to cover your ears with both hands. these girls will throw themselves at him like it’s a brothel but you didn’t need to do any of that, he was waiting specifically for you and no one else. “sorry girls but i’ve got other important plans after this that needs my immediate attention. i’ll see you all next class but please get going, it’s getting late!” his eyes never left yours as he said that, no one in this room mattered to him besides you. you could tell the female students gathered around him were devastated, most of them pouting and trudging away in sheer defeat. it was laughable how they still try making advances all just to get politely rejected. you wouldn’t say it inherently makes you jealous, but their obnoxiously tone deaf behavior was enough to turn your mood sour.
you head towards the exit but his voice halts your movement any further, clearing his throat before gaining your attention, “ahem, excuse me miss.” it didn’t take much for you to realize he was calling after you, who else would he be talking to? some of the others girls turned around to see if he was addressing them but he shooed them away to leave. his mind went feral soon as your gaze landed in his direction, subtly licking his lips while looking down at your perfect cleavage. if he doesn’t fuck you and dump all his cum in you sooner or later he’s going to die from blue balls. once he could see that everyone’s left, he wasted zero time doing what he’s been fantasizing about for days. an ominous smirk forms across his lips as he backs you up against the door, fully shutting it with both of your body weight combined. “mr. Kim what’re you doing—” “shut up.” before you could get another word out his large hands are on your throat, crashing his lips into yours without any warning. he kisses with so much force and energy, stroking the left side of your face with his free hand. the placement around your neck disappears once he travels down to your chest, roughly cupping one of your breasts, kneading it through your shirt. pulling away for a moment, a long string of saliva connecting both your lips from his wet, sloppy kissing. “fuck.. been waiting to do this shit again for so long… also what did i say about you speaking formally to me outside of class? i’m only taehyung, daddy, or sir when no one’s around.” the strict tone of his voice instills an inexplicable sense of fear within you, having little to no idea what he’s capable of or what he’s even thinking on doing next.
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taehyung had the most gorgeous hands you’d ever seen, the visible veins showing and his beautifully tanned skin was enough to make you go crazy. he noticed you staring at them too, viciously smiling at himself once an idea strikes his mind, “open.” you didn’t hesitate to obey his order, mouth inviting two of his fingers to take in, eagerly sucking on them as you look into his eyes. he would never tell you this but watching you do this alone could simply make him combust, he doesn’t have to ask twice for you to do anything, you’re his perfect little sub. “fuck, keep going.” taehyung’s low groans make you even wetter as you continue sucking on his long, veiny fingers, staring at him all innocently knowing damn well you’re about to get fucked like no tomorrow. a slight moan slips out as you bob your head up and down, making his cock twitch from the vibrations going up his spine. “you like my fingers baby?” his head tilts to the side in amusement, loving the obscene view in front of him. “mhmm,” you nod with your mouth stuffed full of his digits, taking them in deeper as you would his cock. “everything you do is so fucking hot… how are you even real.” he husks, biting his lip at your filthy actions. your saliva coats his fingers deliciously when he detaches from your mouth, loving the way your chin is covered in drool. he drags his hands down lower to reach the hem of the pleated skirt you were wearing, hiking it up to gain further access. your heart almost stops when you feel him slide your panties to the side, letting out a high pitched sound when he sinks those same two digits from your mouth into your soaking cunt. “nnnggghhh~ daddy,” your voice becomes shaky as his fingers slide into your wet folds, hearing the sweet sounds your arousal makes.
your hips involuntarily grind against his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he feverishly rubs your clit while fingering you. “i want you to suck my cock so i can blow my load all over your pretty face, if do that for me i’ll make sure you get straight A’s the rest of this semester. sound like a deal my sweet kitten?” he already knew you were going to agree, you needed to pass this class in order to graduate and what better way to get an easy A than to fuck for it? you were willing to do just about anything to please taehyung. “y-yes sir.” you comply right away, whining from the sudden emptiness as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks off the juices. “mmm.. tastes like heaven.” he will truly never get enough of you, ever. you quickly drop to your knees to undo his belt and unbutton his pants, greedily licking your lips as you finally get to suck him off. taehyung instantly fell in love with you when you gave him head for the first time, he’s never wanted another woman to touch him since. you were the only one who’s ever been able to get him to cum just from sucking his cock alone. as you slide his briefs down his member springs out with a small bead of pre-cum leaking out. your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, dipping your tongue out to lick it up. his cock flinched at any little slight stimulation, he didn’t jerk off or anything since that day he saw you in that tight mini skirt, wanting to save all of it just for you. opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes begin watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. “already taking it all so well like the good little kitten you are. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.” his hands grab fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.
you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations. “yeah baby… just like that keep going.. fuck…” taehyung swung his head back in pleasure, pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close. you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. you collect more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, seeing flashes of white as he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy. “i’m gonna cum kitten… you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.” you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure he’s done. “you really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you?” he pants while trying to catch his breath, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created. “i swallowed it all daddy, look.” you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty. “good kitten, you’ll be greatly rewarded for this.” taehyung couldn’t wait to finally have his cock inside of you, it’s been long overdue..
“bend over for me on my desk, now.” taehyung orders you again, getting up from your knees towards the desk with your face down and ass up in the air. “fucking love this ass so much.. you’re fucking perfect doll.” he grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips and squeezing your ass, he couldn’t stop biting his lip at how sexy your body was. your body jerks involuntarily when you feel a harsh slap to your right butt cheek, hard enough to leave a handprint on your delicate flesh. you’d usually cry out but you’ve gotten so used to it, you’re so unbearably wet that you can’t wait for him to ruin you with his cock. “ahhh! daddy…” you whimper once he slides his length inside, not even bothering with going slow he slams his hips right into you. keeping both hands steady on the desk you do your best not to scream, you were still in a public classroom and other people could hear if you were being too loud. “fuckkk…” taehyung’s mind blank as he buried himself fully into your cunt, ramming his cock into you with brash movements. his pace was rough and fast, slapping your ass some more as his strokes get deeper. a moaned so loud at one point you thought someone definitely heard that, taehyung was pissed. if word ever got out that he was fucking a student he’d lose his job in a heartbeat, he forcefully covers your mouth with his hand, muffling all your moans as he fucks you harder.
“you want me to get caught because your dumbass wanted to scream out like a whore? be fucking quiet or i’ll punish you even harder than i’m already doing.” his degrading words made you feel so inferior, so small compared to him, but he was right, you needed to shut the fuck up or else your little secret will get out. your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning up from the inside as he slides half his length out and pushes it back in. he repeats this actions a few more times then fully buries it inside you again, making you subconsciously clench around him. “mmpphh, think m’gonna cum again sweetheart,” taehyung’s hands slip from your mouth to play with your clit, “where do you want me to cum baby?” he already knows your answer, he just loves to hear you say it. “inside sir… wan’ you inside..” you shamelessly beg, throwing your ass back against him to match his movements. “your belly’s gonna be so full of my cum, gonna drain every last drop of it into this pretty little cunt… you belong to me and me only.” all you did was nod your head ferociously at his dirty talk, hoping for the love of god that he’ll give you exactly what need. his movement staggered when you fluttered around him, feeling a knot untie in his stomach that made him unleash everything. he was so far gone, nothing mattered to him besides releasing his load into you, once he hit a certain spot it was over him. his motion stills as he finally reaches his climax, mouth permanently agape while pumping all of his hot cum into you. you came quickly after, panting and breathing heavily from how good he just fucked you. taehyung was happy with the results as he saw the cream seeping out of your hole when he slid himself out, you were so undeniably sexy and it made him even more obsessed with you. “baby you’re going to be the death of me one day, i’m sure of it.” he whispers sweetly, body collapsing on top of yours from pure exhaustion.
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3rinbkk · 1 year
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taehyung’s masterlist 🤎
SERIES
maybe I do by @chateautae 
genre: arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst.  summary: maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding Kim Taehyung, arguably Seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage o eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all. 
no kisses by @icedmatchatae
genre: fwb au-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst.  summary: it’s championship week! the most anticipated week of the school year; however, reading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. unfortunately, you’re forced to work with your number one enemy, football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious “no kisses2 rule. 
ONE SHOTS
heatwave by @curly-bangtan 
genre: roommate au, friends to lovers au (f2l), smut, angst if you squint, attempt at sparse crack.  summary: when is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you star to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills. 
work out for me by @chateautae
genre: established relationship au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard.  summary: interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst... especially for your legs. 
if it’s not you by @mercurygguk
genre: exes to lovers au, smut, angst, a bit of fluff.  summary: Kim Taehyung grew up watching his parents fall more in love for each day that passed and he always longed for that great, passionate love himself. but if it’s not you? then he doesn’t want it. 
crazy for you by @oddinary4bts 
genre: best friend’s older brother to lovers, a little bit of fake dating trope, idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, snippets of life. summary: you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. when you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. will Taehyung give in to to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?
DRABBLES
heatwave drabbles by @curly-bangtan
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DON’T SCREAM
genre: horror, thriller, smut, angst
pairing: taehyung x reader (featuring jk, hobi, joon, jin, yoongi)
word count: 10.4k
warnings: mentions of murder & death, violent attacks, unprotected sex, vulgar language, knives & guns. lmk if I’m missing anything else!
summary: you just branded your boyfriend as the murderer, after your gruesome attack. you think you’re finally safe in your friend’s home, but you receive a call from the killer while he’s in jail. the town continues to be in fear, awaiting the next killing. the police set a citywide curfew, which is ignored by many. like any good horror movie, a party is thrown during all of the chaos. thinking you have a night of fun ahead, you find yourself fighting for your life, and get the surprise of a lifetime.
a/n: i wrote this very quickly, please ignore any mistakes. this has turned into a series, but this is the last part that will be almost exactly like the movie. please leave any thoughts/comments/questions in my inbox (anons are on)!
"I got it wrong," your words come out hoarse, feeling like you were just kicked in the chest. Nayeon's mother left the room in silence, too stunned to speak on what just happened. The voice on the other side of the phone made your ankle wound throb. Tears dripping down your face, burning like acid eating at your skin. Not even a full three hours have passed since your attempted murder, and you're receiving a threatening phone call. What makes matters worse is that you've already labeled your boyfriend as the boogeyman, the killer is still on the loose, and targeting you. Taehyung was behind bars, and you believed that you were safe. This couldn’t be happening, there was no way that this was your life. You have no idea who was behind the mask or the chilling call. You were just at the police station, getting your ankle patched up and having your statement taken by Seokjin. All eyes were on you while you pointed the figure towards Taehyung. You knew he’d never forgive you, especially after he tried to get you to believe him.
Tensions were high; a murderer was running loose, you told the police your boyfriend tried to kill you, and the anniversary of your father's murder was just around the corner. Even though you were in a house full of people, you felt alone. No one in the room could see or understand what you were going through. Nayeon pulls you in for a hug, her hands wrapping around your quivering frame. You couldn't stand to be here anymore, you were ready to hop on the next flight and join your mother. You just wanted to get away from the carnage that is your new life. "I just want to sleep," you mutter, shuffling towards the extra bed in your friend's room. You cry silently, tucking yourself in the sheets. Late to the party, Nayeon's brother bursts into the room. With a pistol in his hands ready to shoot someone, he asks, "What happened," his question goes unanswered as you turn over, and his sister rolls her eyes. "You're late, Jin," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, annoyed with her brother's late arrival. For a police officer, he wasn't the best when it came to emergencies. It was his job to keep an eye on you and he was failing miserably. You could hardly comprehend what just happened, and since you surely weren't ready to tell the story, you let Nayeon speak for you. 
As you walk onto campus the next morning, you're surrounded by reporters who were awaiting your arrival. They didn't care about your well-being, they were just ready to use you for another top story. The flash from the camera blinds you and brings back the worst kinds of memories. All you could think about were the invasive journalists from your dad's trial. The theories and the articles were the worst part of it all. You wouldn't be surprised if one of the top reporters were among the sea of bastards with a microphone and a camera. With Nayeon by your side, you believed that you would be okay and could make it through the turmoil. "Just ignore them," she says quietly, ushering you through the crowd. This was the last place you wanted to be. After the night you had and the fact that no one could get ahold of your mom, you were beyond petrified.
You sit at your usual lunch table, digging through your bag, as you talk with your friends. Bandaged ankle propped up, slightly in pain after all the walking you’ve done. The first thing you did was ask about Taehyung. He’d been released, but you haven’t spoken with him since. You expected that he’d be pissed, wanting nothing to do with you. "What do you mean, how does he feel? You told the cops that he tried to kill you. The kid's spirit is crushed," Hoseok chuckles, his comment receiving a smack on the chest from Nayeon. You already felt bad, but he was just making matters worse, "what else was I supposed to think?!" The last thing you wanted to do was rehash last night's events, but you couldn't just stand there and let him railroad you. There was a valid reason for you to think Taehyung was guilty, you didn’t just pull him out of thin air. "He knew I was alone and just happened to pop up as soon as the killer was gone," you said, aggressively zipping your bag closed, clearly annoyed. Jungkook forced his way into the conversation, saying, "I'm with, ___ on this one. He's always seemed like a killer to me, he’s got the charisma of killers from those true crime shows! He has 'murderer' written all over his face. This entire situation straight out of a horror movie."
As the group’s film nerd, Jungkook knew all about movies and the different patterns they have. He believed that he was the most qualified person for solving this, surpassing actual officers working the case. Ignoring Jungkook's commentary, Hoseok came to Taehyung's defense, once again, saying, "The message log came back clean, anyways, it's not like this is the first time he's snuck into your house. He probably just wanted to see you," Hoseok continues to speak for his friend, he’d fully believed that he was innocent, "he's here today, maybe you can apologize." His suggestion makes you scoff, standing up abruptly, "Why the hell should I apologize, I'm the victim here! He just got put in a cell for an hour; I was nearly fileted." You couldn't believe you had to defend yourself to your friends, especially after what happened to you. They should be more understanding; sadly, they've done nothing but make you feel bad.  "By the way, I'm fine," you throw your bag over your shoulder, turning on your heel, "since none of you even cared to ask." It was hard to believe that everyone has something to say about the situation, but no one cares enough to ask about your well-being. You limped away from the trio, refusing to spare them another glance. After you walked away, the group remained silent, reflecting on their choice of words.
You received various looks from your peers, some looked at you with pity, while others looked like you had brought the killer onto campus. All of the eyes on you made you queasy, you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. You're rushing through the hallway until you collide with another person. You try to regain your balance as you get ready to apologize. Before the words can leave your mouth, you realize you've come face-to-face with your boyfriend. He holds his hand out for you, trying to stop you from falling, before quickly pulling away. The look of fear in your eyes has him confused, "you still think I did it, don't you?" His question made you look away, head tilted downward as you stared at the floor. The look of concern on his face, paired with the softness in his voice, was a dangerous combination. You felt extremely guilty, expecting him to react angrily.
Maybe you were still scared, "no, Tae," you mustered up the courage to answer him. "You were there at such an odd time. Maybe it was a coincidence, but it just looked bad. I know it wasn't you, but that's all I could think in the moment," you finally looked up at him, sad eyes staring into his angry ones. "I knew you were scared so I just wanted to come and see you. I figured you'd want company, but the door was open, which was weird. So I rushed upstairs to see if you were okay," Taehyung grabs a hold of your hand, his expression softening as he realizes how sorrowful you look. "It's not just this though," he deeply sighs before continuing, "since everything with your dad, you've just been different." You snatch your hand away from his, glaring up at him, "what do you mean different?" You were appalled that he would even say such a thing, after all that you went through.
"You've been acting weird for months. Sometimes you barely want to be around me," he explains, and you stare at him in shock. "I know what it's like to lose a parent. When my dad left-" you couldn't believe the words you were hearing, especially to hear them coming from your boyfriend. "Really? Your dad left your mom, my dad was murdered. You can't even compare the two," your hand grips the strap of your backpack, as you prepare to flee this conversation as well. "I'm sorry that my life is too much for you. Not all of us are lucky to live in some perfect world," you push past him, your shoulder connecting with his. Taehyung calls out for you, shouting an apology as he watches you walk away. You refuse to turn back to him, keeping your head high while you storm away.
Ignoring the stares from your peers, you hurry into the bathroom. You lock yourself in a stall, leaning your back against the door. First last night, and now this? You just couldn't catch a break; it's like the universe was punishing you for some horrific crime. What could you have done to deserve a life like this? What you really wanted right now was your mother. She knew exactly how to console you and calm you down, but she still hasn’t responded to anyone yet. Seokjin promised he’d keep looking for her but you were beyond worried. You just needed to clear your mind, to breath. A few deep breaths and the sound of nothing seemed to do the trick. As you prepare to leave the restroom, you stop as you hear the voices of some girls. 
"She's such an attention whore." 
"Taehyung is too hot to be dealing with this. The bitch is insane."
"She probably lied about getting attacked, just to throw the cops off her trail." 
"After what happened with her dad, she just snapped, and now she's dragging everyone else down with her." 
The girls erupt in laughter, as they continue to exchange jokes about your current state. Every word felt like someone had taken a hammer to your chest. They didn’t know the truth, they just knew what they saw on TV and read online. The same goes for everyone else, they only know what people choose to report, not the full story.
As soon as the bathroom was cleared out, you exited the stall and approached the mirrors. You stared at your reflection with a blank face, too stunned to move. Eyes puffy and droopy, jaw clenched, and a frown. The girl in the mirror was a wreck, practically dead inside. A loud band pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to turn around. No one else was in the room, but you did see several people making a mockery out of the incident, masks and all. After what you just experienced, you weren't in the mood to stick around and find out what that was. Without any hesitation, you hurry out of the bathroom and walk to your next class. 
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"Students, for the rest of the week, classes are dismissed. Please acknowledge the citywide curfew and stay safe," an announcement goes through the intercom, receiving shouts and cheers from students all around. You and Nayeon are walking off campus, heading to her car, before you're stopped by Hoseok. "You guys coming to my party tonight," he asks, pulling Nayeon against his chest. You ignore their antics and keep walking, confused as to how they can party during a killing spree, with a curfew. "Come on, it'll be fun," Nayeon grabs your hand, giving you an overexaggerated pout, “Please, for me?” You figured she wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend, but just didn’t want to leave you on your own again.
You stared at them in disbelief, shocked that they’d even think you’d be up for a celebration, but the pair wouldn't budge. Part of you wants to stay in the safety of Nayeon's home, while the other part wants to be surrounded by a large crowd of possible witnesses. "Fine, I'll go," you give in, deciding that you deserve a bit of fun in your life. Hoseok gives the girl a final kiss before you snatch her away, ignoring his shouts directed toward you two. He does a celebratory dance before walking in the other direction, to get things ready for the evening.
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"Nice to see you, ___" Jungkook grins at you and Nayeon, he was surprised to see you two in his place of work. "We're looking for some movies for tonight. What do you got," you take a look around the aisle you're in before Jungkook stops you, "don't worry about that, I got the movies covered. I'm thinking horror movie marathon!" You weren't surprised by his choices, knowing how much he adored movies, especially horror films. "Alright, well, we're going to the store to get some snacks and food. Don't pick out any of that weird shit, I'm not watching Human Centipede with you again," Nayeon drags you out of the store, as you say your goodbyes to your friend. Jungkook stares at you in awe as you walk away, "just one chance," he mutters before turning back to his stack of DVDs.
"You left just in time," Jungkook scoffs as Hoseok approaches him, "and you brought Michael Myers with you, great." He looks over in the direction of Taehyung, who is too busy talking with a group of girls to notice his comment. "Will you give it up? It wasn’t him, the cops let him go," Hoseok rolled his eyes, tired of having to defend his friend. No matter how many times he tried to explain it away, Jungkook wasn't buying it. "This is the kinda shit that comes straight out of the movies. You don't think I know what the fuck is going on," Hoseok watches the boy get riled up, about to go on a full-blown rant. He stands back and watches it all go down. "Anyone that's seen a horror movie knows what's happening. That boy has killer written all over him! For Christ's sake, he's even standing in the middle of the horror section," Jungkook sets down the DVD in his hand, "I don't give a damn how clean his phone records were. They could show me it themselves, and I still wouldn't believe it." He was frustrated, no one seemed to listen to his theories or the facts he was pointing out.
A man approaches Jungkook, a movie in his hand, "if you came over here to ask me what actor is in it, look on the back! It's right there," he says, shooing the customer away, ready to get back to his conversation. "The cops only let him go because they're stupid. It happens in every movie! The cops are either too late to the scene or they ignore the obvious signs about who the killer is." Hoseok brings another question to the table, continuing to egg him on, "if he's the killer, what's his motive? Hm?" Hoseok wouldn’t back down, he knew exactly how to get Jungkook going, and continued to push his buttons. Picking up a new stack of DVDs, Jungkook places it on the shelf, saying, "there's always some reason for everything. No matter how stupid it is. That's what makes these movies so great, they aren't overcomplicated. Everything is right in front of your face," Hoseok stares at the boy, wondering how much longer he could go before he starts to lose his mind.
"His motive? Maybe _____ has started to lose interest in him," Hoseok bursts into laughter, "so? You think that means she'll be interested in you next?" Jungkook shrugged his shoulders at his question, "I think so, we get along great. Last time I checked, she wasn't running from me. Only your friend over there," he points in Taehyung's direction. When he realizes just how serious Jungkook is, Hoseok can't control his laughter. Pointing at him and giggling like a kid on the playground. Unfazed by his disrespect, Jungkook continues stocking the shelves. "You know who I think it is? Her mom," Hoseok randomly throws a new suspect on the table, "no one's heard from her since she left." Jungkook shook his head, his luscious curls bouncing as his head turned. "Nah, she's probably dead. Have you seen her mother? There's no way she could kill two different people, and attack ____," Jungkook didn't believe Hoseok, to him, it made no sense for your mother to be the killer.
"Her body will be found next. Insides ripped out! Teeth bashed in! Rotting in a closet somewhere," Jungkook's vulgar language didn't surprise his friend, he tended to be very overly passionate about these kinds of things.  "Someone's just waiting for the right time to bring her body to the surface." Hoseok looked around the room, waiting for others to notice just how loud Jungkook was getting. "If they watched a simple horror movie, they'd know there is a formula to this shit! A specific formula that they forget every time," at this point, he's practically shouting in the middle of the store, arms flapping around as he speaks. 
"Don't you get it! Everyone's a suspect," the room instantly got quiet as everyone stared at Jungkook. Hearing only some of the things he had to say, they thought he was a madman. He didn't care about the looks, he shrugged his shoulders once again. "The moms a distraction, it's Taehyung," as he turns to walk away, Taehyung pops up behind him, making him stop in his tracks. A firm hand grips his shoulder as Taehyung glares into his eyes, "are you sure you're not the killer? Huh?? Maybe your sickass saw too many movies and decided to make your own," Jungkook's eyes widened in horror, as he was accosted by his primary suspect.
Jungkook jumps again, as Hoseok comes up behind him, "you have a point there, in a typical movie, I'd be the main suspect." Playing with his hair, Hoseok continues to invade his personal space, practically breathing on his neck, "what would be your motive?" Jungkook answered quickly, looking between the two men, "it's a new age in cinema, motives come accidentally, naturally." The pair found him amusing as they continued to poke and prod at him. They giggle amongst themselves before walking away from Jungkook. Leaning over to a customer near him, Jungkook speaks quietly, "you're telling me that dude's not a killer?" Before they can answer, Jungkook snatches the DVD from their hands, shooting them a disappointed look, "Is that the Texas Chainsaw with Trey Songz? You've gotta be kidding me, go pick another one out," he sets the DVD on his tray before sending the customer back to the horror section.
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"Hey Hobi," you greet the party's host as you enter his home. "Is Tae here," you ask quietly, avoiding eye contact, "No, he said he wasn't feeling it tonight." Part of you was disappointed, you didn’t want to see him, but you felt like he was avoiding you. You take a look around at the large crowd, feeling a sense of comfort. If anyone was coming to get you, there'd be several people around to witness it. As you walked further into the house, people began to notice you. Shouting your name and giving you pats on the shoulder. It felt better than the way you were previously treated, but it still felt odd. "Hey guys," you give a tight-lipped smile as you make your way to the living room. Already on his way to the television, you watch Jungkook put a movie on. No one dared to disagree with the movie he picked out, wanting to avoid any kind of battle with the man.
"What's up pretty lady," the sound of Yoongi's voice made you turn around, you look over to see your group of friends waiting for you to join them. He hands you a red solo cup as the group makes room for you to get comfortable. You sit next to Nayeon and Jungkook, the two being your closest friends. "Are you feeling better," Namjoon reaches over, resting a hand on your shoulder. "Yeah, thanks for asking," you say, shooting him a smile, surprised that someone finally asked how you were feeling. You weren’t surprised it was Namjoon, he tended to be the more caring one of the group. Since your father’s untimely death, he’s made sure to always ask how you are. "Everybody shut up! We're about to watch one of the greatest films ever made, Nightmare on Elm Street," the room lets out some cheers as they settle in their seats.
Hoseok joins the group, plopping down next to Nayeon and asking, "can you get me another drink," the request makes her roll her eyes, but she does it anyways. She gets up from her seat and heads down to the basement. "Can you get me another drink," she mutters under her breath, mocking her boyfriend as she takes several drinks from the fridge. As she heads back to the door, the garage door opens up, stopping her in her tracks. With her hand on the doorknob, she looks to see who's there before trying to get into the house. "What the fuck," she groans, twisting the knob on the locked door. Instead of waiting around, she decides to go through the garage, to get back in the house. Walking towards the open entrance, she jumps. In front of her is someone in the same cloak and mask that attacked you.
"Jungkook? You've gotta be kidding me, take that off before ____ sees you," Nayeon shakes her head as she tries to walk past someone she thinks is a friend. A clothed hand wraps around her forearm, holding her in place. "You freak, let me go," she groans, trying to pull her arm away. "Fuck!" she shouts as she feels a sharp tip glide against her arm. Trembling in fear, Nayeon thrashes in her spot, trying not to freak out at the sight of her blood dripping on the floor. She thought it was just a prank gone too far, but they weren't stopping. "Let me go," her voice shakes as she finally pushes them away.
She bolts out of the garage, running from the assailant, just to be snatched back by her hair. Glass shatters on the floor as the drinks fall from her hands. Her back collides with the concrete, knocking the air out of her lungs. Coming to the conclusion that this was actually the killer, she’s aware that her end is coming. She tries crying out for help, words coming out as gasps, while tears run down her face. "Help me," she starts to shout before her mouth is covered. Letting out a series of muffled pleas for help, as she stares into the mask. She was beyond petrified, nearly about to give up. The phantom hovers over her, one hand over her mouth and the other hand wielding a knife. Her eyes widen as she notices the blade, thrashing on the floor, trying to save herself. Smacks to their face and fists to their chest, the killer refuses to let that stop their mission. Her attempts are unsuccessful, as the knife is plunged into her chest. Her hands come up to grip the mask, pulling it off of their face. Eyes fluttering as she’s losing consciousness, she looks in the face of the attacker. Her blood spilling onto the floor, as her world goes dark.
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"Nayeon, let's go," you shout throughout the house. Jin was on his way to pick the both of you up, being your bodyguard and your ride. You already broke the curfew, but now it was time for everyone to head home. People leaving in their cars, going to lock themselves in their house. You'd been looking for Nayeon for the last five minutes, with no clue where she was. Little did you know, she was lying on the garage floor and you'd be next. You stand with Hoseok at the front door, as you wait for your friend to show up. "Hey, ___," a familiar voice sounds in your ears, causing you to turn around. Standing in the doorway is Taehyung, looking as sorry as ever. You can still hardly hold eye contact with him, giving him a small nod. "Hey, why don’t I go look for Nayeon and you two can talk," Hoseok suggests, pointing towards the stairs. You quickly nod your head, realizing that you can't ignore him forever. "Yeah, let's talk for a bit," you say, extending your hand, waiting for him to grab it. Taehyung jumps at the opportunity to be close to you again, intertwining your fingers. He leads you upstairs to the closest bedroom. After you enter, he closes the door behind you, wanting some privacy.
"Tae… I'm sorry," you sit on the bed, looking up at the man in front of you. Taehyung sits down beside you, resting a hand on your thigh. "I've been going through a lot, and I haven't been fair to you," you say, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've been dragging you into my fucked-up world and expecting you to be okay with it." You stare down at your hands in your lap, trying to hide the fact that you're crying. You had expected him to handle all of the baggage you came with, not concerned about how that might’ve effected him. Taehyung radiated comfort; in this moment, you felt like you could trust him. Taehyung places his hand on your cheek, lifting your head up. "Baby, you can't blame yourself. You've had a lot to deal with this past year, and the least I could've done is be understanding," he says, wiping a tear from your cheek, giving you a small smile.
"My pretty girl… don't cry. You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm the one who's sorry," you finally look into his eyes, lips curving upwards. "Let me show you how sorry I am," you know what he's insinuating, and you're quick to nod your head. After the week you've had, you needed this. Not waiting another moment, you smash your lips against his. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, as you part your lips. His tongue slivers through, making its way into your mouth. Your hands come up to his shoulders, pushing her flannel off of him. You pull away, pulling your shirt over your head as Taehyung's eyes fall to your chest. He's quick to pull his shirt off and ask, "are you sure you want this?" Your hands come down to his pants, fiddling with the belt, "I want this, now," you speak softly, as you continue to get his pants off. You wanted nothing more than to be with him in the most intimate way possible. Taehyung was always your safe space, and you needed every bit of him to feel better.
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The living room is still full of people, most of them being your friends. They've moved on to their next horror movie; Halloween. "It's obvious she was gonna die, she broke the main rule," Jungkook speaks to the group as he leans against the couch. The room as a whole was confused, assuming he was just speaking nonsense, as usual. "What rules," someone asks, clearly unaware that Jungkook has a habit of rambling on about movies. "You don't know the rules," he jumps up from his seat, looking at the people in disbelief. He lets out a big sigh and sets his beverage down. "There's a certain set of rules that everyone must follow if they want to survive a horror movie," Jungkook says, pausing the television as he begins to lecture the crowd. Little did they know, he’d give them some knowledge that would guarantee they’ll make it out alive. 
"Rule one, don't have sex," that rule made the group groan out a variety of complaints, people throwing chips and solo cups at him. "Rule two, no drinking! Rule three, no going off by yourself," Jungkook spoke passionately as he listed off the rest of the rules. "And finally! Do not say 'I’ll be fine’ you won’t be fine! You will die next," Hoseok laughed at his friend, standing up from the couch. "I'm gonna go get some food, do you want some," Jungkook quickly nodded his head, “by yourself,” he questioned, not knowing what idiotic comment would come next. "Yeah, I’ll be fine," Hoseok tried to contain his laughter as he exited the room, the rest of the people giggling behind him. "That's the kinda shit that's gonna end with a knife in your back," Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he tried his best to give them survival tips.
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"Fuck, I'm so sorry," your words come out as a moan, your voice quivering. Taehyung fucking you from behind as you grip the sheets beneath you. Each thrust was more exhilarating than the last, making your legs wobble. His cock slid in and out of your sopping hole, leaving you a whiny mess. Your legs practically shaking from the intense pleasure. Taehyung's hands grip your hips, bringing you to meet his thrusts. "It's alright, pretty girl," one of his hands comes up to caress your head. What started as a soft touch turned into him pulling your hair, "best apology ever," he groans loudly.
Things started off soft and slow, but got heated quickly. You both were eager to please the other, willing to do anything to make things better. "Taking me so fucking well," he picks up the pace without a warning. The sounds of your moans mixed with your hips smacking against each other was unholy. You can't even respond to his praises, too high in the clouds to even form a sentence. All you can do is let out airy moans, while you clench down on his cock. His cock was stuffed inside you, making you whimper and whine for more. Your thighs are soaking wet at this point, dripping down onto the bedding. You didn't care about the night before or what he said to you today, all you needed was for him to give you what you wanted.
As he continues to thrust into you, an overwhelming feeling begins to approach. You're sucking him in harder than before, not wanting to let this moment end. "Come on baby, cum all over my cock," Taehyung encourages you, as he feels you reaching your end, "you can do it, pretty girl." Those final words did it for you, you shut your eyes as you let the euphoric feeling take over you. "Fuck, squeezing me so well," Taehyung grunted as you continued to clench down on his throbbing cock. Your whines were music to his ears, aiding him in reaching his own high. He lets out of a string of curses, as his thrusts begin to falter. He spills his seed in you, coating your walls, before pulling out. His cum drips out of your pussy, spilling onto the sheets in a little puddle. You both take deep breaths, before saying anything else. Turning over, you lean forward, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. After you two cleaned yourselves up, you began to put your clothes back on.
"Did anyone come to see you, when you were in jail," you ask, pulling your shirt down. Taehyung sighed, confused as to why you were even bringing it up again, "My mom visited me." Your eyebrow shoots up in confusion, his mother was already at the station before he arrived, it was far from a visit. "That's not a visit, she was there to speak with officers," you proceed to fix your appearance as you ask your questions. Taehyung sits on the floor, lacing his boots, and trying to contain his frustration with you. "Then no, I didn't have a visitor," he gets quiet for a second, refusing to even look your way, "why are you asking about that? I thought we already settled this shit."
You shrug your shoulders, before turning to look at him, "I was just curious. It'd be funny if you had someone come and see you, so you could tell them to call me. It’d be a smart way to throw me off and make yourself look innocent," You knew your admission would make things worse, but you didn't care, it was a harmless statement. Taehyung jumped to his feet, finally looking into your eyes, "you still think it was me, don't you? We just had a whole conversation, the call logs were clean!" As he shouts at you, your eyes wander past him. The door was slowly being pushed open, "what is it gonna take for you to realize that I'm not the killer? Huh?" You ignored him shouting at you, too focused on what was going on behind him. Your eyes focus on a black cloak, trailing on the floor.
"What the-," you mutter before seeing the rest of the costume. Once again, you've come face to face with the phantom. Taehyung continues to yell at you, unaware of what was lurking behind him, "are you even listening to me?" Your mouth falls agape as you look on in pure horror. The masked killer carefully approaches you both, "Tae, look out," you finally shout, but your alert is too late. You watch as a knife is plunged into his back, causing him to hunch forward in pain, grunting loudly. Turning around to see his assailant, the knife is rammed in his chest. You let out a gut-wrenching scream as your boyfriend falls into a pool of his own blood. Sadly, you were standing close enough for his blood to have gotten all over your face. You try to let out a cry for help, but no words can come out. With a quick swipe of the knife, the phantom jumps over the bed, in an attempt to get you next.
You hop over the bed, barely escaping the swipe of the knife. As they try to leap towards you, they land on the wooden floor, buying you a bit more time. Sprinting through the halls, you take a look around at the wide variety of doors. Knowing you can’t stop running, you choose the one farthest away from where you were. The killer was at your heels, matching your pace. With your heart beating out of your chest, you snatch the door open, quickly closing it behind you. Once you noticed there was no lock, you pushed the nearby dresser in front of it as a barricade. You were in a bedroom, looking around for some kind of exit. Loud bangs come from the other side of the door. It was only a matter of time before they would break through. You come across a window on the left side of the room. Rushing towards it, you lift the latch to unlock it. You try to move as fast as possible, lifting the window up and crawling through. Just as you’ve made it to the other side, the door busts open. The assailant was instantly heading your way, you let out a gut-wrenching scream, praying someone around could hear you.
The floor under your feet was slippery. The roof boards were unsteady, and you could no longer use the window seal to hold yourself up. Carefully taking steps to the right, you lean down, using your hands to balance yourself. Looking beside you, the phantom is making its way out of the window. They’re moving faster than you were, not worried about falling down. You stand up straight, arms stretched out, as you try not to fall down. Taking large steps towards you with the knife in their hand, the killer dives towards you. "Somebody hel-" your voice cracks as a sharp pain in your abdomen stops you from finishing your cry for help. You’d been stabbed through the side, the knife was quickly pulled from your wound. The blood is pooling out, dripping down the side of your shirt. You feel yourself falling over, losing your balance, as you’re about to fall to your demise. Their hands wrap around your frame, you try to fight them off, kicking and throwing your arms around. They continue their attempts to stab you, swinging the knife in your direction. Throwing your hand up to protect yourself, the knife jabs straight through your hand,leaving you screeching in pain. You bring your wounded hand against your chest, trying to stop the bleeding.
You were either going to die up here or fall to your death, you couldn’t decide which was worse. Your attempts at fighting back were useless; you were barely able to dodge the knife coming towards your face. Ducking down, you throw your hands forward, pushing them back. As they stumble and try to regain their balance, you try to stand up. Before you can even move, you get kicked in the chest with a heavy boot. The force being too powerful, you slip off the roof, falling backwards as you shout at the top of your lungs. Your back connects with the roof of a car in the driveway. Groaning out in pain, you can barely believe that you’re alive. Slowly opening your eyes, you look up, only to see an empty rooftop. You hope they think you died on your way down; you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. This was your second time being attacked, and this one ended with you being kicked off a roof, you were scared to think what was next.
Mustering up the strength, you roll off the side of the car. As your feet connect with the ground, you find yourself being drawn to the floor. You can hardly stand up, your back in excruciating pain from your previous fall. Using the side of the car as leverage, you pull yourself up and prepare to run. Before you can turn away from the house, a dark red puddle on the floor catches your attention. It's the body that's accompanying it that brings you to tears. Your best friend was stabbed and left bleeding out on the floor. You want to stay there with her, see if there's anything you can do for her, but you can't help her if you're dead. You limp away from the scene, moving as quickly as you can. As you make your escape, you continue to scream and plead for someone to come to your rescue.
Trying to shake the disturbing image you just saw out of your head. You make your way to the front of the house, thankful to see a friendly face. "Jin, we have to go," you shout, happy that there's someone with a gun to save you. To your surprise, he drops to his knees, falling onto the floor. Your eyes pan to the tear in his clothes, blood staining his uniform. You rush over to the porch, taking the gun out of his holster. You’d gone so long without a weapon, now you had the chance to fight back. Loud arguing catches your attention, and you turn around, pointing the gun at the two men approaching you.
Jungkook limping comes out of nowhere, fear evident on his face. He pushes Hoseok back before raising his hands, "he's lost his fucking mind! I found Nayeon by the garage, we need to get the fuck out of here." Jungkook tries to rush towards you voice quivering, before Hoseok pushes him to the floor as he holds his hands out toward you, "you gotta give me that gun! He killed my best friend, my Nayeon," the faux tears and the blood on his clothes aren't doing him any justice. The men continued to point at the other, screaming about all sorts of things. Hoseok begged for you to give him the gun, promising he could protect the both of you. At this moment, you can't truly trust either of them. One of them was guilty, and you weren't sticking around to find out which one. You run into the house and close the door, ignoring the screams from outside. They continue to beat on the door, pleading for you to let them in.
You hear your name being called from the top of the stairs. Your heart usually swells when you see him, but this sight wasn't something you enjoyed. Drenched in his blood, Taehyung stumbles down the stairs. You rush towards him, helping him hold himself up. He lets out small gasps, like he’s trying to catch his breath. Without thinking, you hand him the gun, knowing you'll be safer with him around. "We have to get out of here," you tell him, your voice hoarse and tears welling in your eyes. He shushed you, letting you know that you were safe now.  "We gotta get the fuck out of here, now! Hoseok's lost it, he's gone mad," Jungkook pushes his way through the front door, immediately locking it behind him. Frantically pacing, he looks quite happy to see you two are still alive.
"Madness, is a lot like gravity, all it takes is a little push," Taehyung says, raising the gun, aiming it at Jungkook. You grip his arm, confused at his actions, only for him to fire a bullet through him. Falling through the table behind him, Jungkook hits the floor and now you're left alone. You scream in shock, staring at your friend lying on the floor. You want to rush over and hold him, you couldn’t lose another friend today. "Been waiting to do that all day. The little fucker figured it out too fast," Taehyung giggles, rubbing the barrel of the gun over his temple. You're confused, you watched him get slashed up in the bedroom, just to find out that he was behind it all. You willingly gave him a loaded gun, and now you’re about to lose your life.
Bolting towards the kitchen, looking for an escape, you come in contact with Hoseok. Falling into his chest, hands shaking as you pull on his shirt, "Hobi, we have to go now!" You start pushing him, trying to get him to run with you. He doesn’t move from his spot, just standing in front of you with a grin. Reaching into his pocket, Hoseok pulls out a black device. "Surprise, surprise," he speaks into the voice modifier, and you pull back in shock. The sound of his voice made your ears bleed, taking you back to the predicament from yesterday. You should've known it was them, all Hoseok did was defend Taehyung when he was guilty. The whole ordeal was confusing, nothing was making any sense. He was just supporting his accomplice, making sure neither of them got caught. You push past Hoseok, sending him into the wall.
When you think you've got away, here comes Taehyung, coming around the other side of the kitchen. Gun pointed in your face, as he backs you up against the kitchen sink. The way they stared at you made your skin crawl, you’d never been this uncomfortable in your life. "Where you going," Hoseok asks, as he approaches you, blocking off the area so you can't run away. "It's all a part of the movie, baby," Taehyung starts, keeping the gun in your face, "and you're the star, just like your father." You look down at the floor, too afraid to look either of them in the face. "Now, we're gonna ask you a few questions, alright? Get it wrong, you die," Hoseok jumps in to finish, "get it right, you still die." Taehyung puts the barrel to your head, shooting you a chilling smile, "There are only two survivors here, and I'm sorry, baby, but you didn't make the cut," the fake sadness in his voice was taunting.
You look up, glaring at the pair, "you both are psychotic! Fuck you," you shout, only for Taehyung to return the energy, "no, no, you already did that. Remember?" You feel sick to your stomach, remembering his hands all over your body, all of the sweet words he said to you. It was all a hoax and you fell for it. You felt disgusting, like you needed to scrub off this layer of your skin to feel better. Gripping the edge of the counter behind you, eyes moving back and forth between the two, "you're never gonna get away with this." You wanted to believe the words you were saying, but you weren’t sure. Clearly they’d planned this whole thing out by detail, they just might prevail. Taehyung bursts out in tears, laughing in your face, "oh, but we already did! Your father was an easy kill, and it was even easier to blame the whore he was sleeping with.” You feel your heart shatter like you're reliving the death of your father, all over again. You let out a small whine in disbelief. For months he’d been deceiving you, just for it to come out that he killed your dad. You needed to know what drove him to that decision and why he chose to string you along.
"Why'd you kill him," your words come out quietly as your head hangs low, you couldn’t bare to look at either of them. Absolutely repulsed at the fact that you had been friends with them for so long. They were the ones to console you when your father was killed, little did you know that they were the culprits. "Why? I think she wants a motive, Hobi," Taehyung turns to look at his friend, as they share a smile. They were excited to let you in on all of the gruesome details. "I don't really care for motives. You see, as our dear friend Jungkook told me, there's always a reason for everything. Motives come naturally and accidentally," he says, raising his voice toward the end of his statement. He looked at you like you were just a prop, a disposable piece in his movie. His aura was once warm and loving, now he just had the face of a psychopath. Eyes wide, a sinister smile, and a thirst for your blood. 
"Did they ever find out why Jigsaw liked to kidnap people and put them in traps? Or why Leatherface liked to cut people up with a chainsaw," you raised your eyebrow in confusion. It was the wrong moment to argue, but you didn't care. You were dying tonight, so why not try and bruise his ego before you go, "we found out about both of them. For someone so obsessed with movies, you seem to know nothing about them." Your rebuttal has Taehyung scowling, his expression turning sour, as he looks appalled by your response. You're expecting him to at least hit you, even make another joke about killing your father, but instead, he takes another route. "You wanna know why your father's lying in a coffin? My mother was in love with your father, they’d been having an affair for months. Drove my dad away," you groan, knowing the chick from TV wasn't wrong, her theory was spot on. Your dad might’ve made a bad decision but he didn’t deserve to lose his life.
In the back, Hoseok is jumping around like he just took a hit of something, "your father was a man whore! Walking around town like he was some macho man. Somebody had to bring him back down to earth," every word felt like a kick in the teeth, "my father left me, you know what kind of damage abandonment has on a person? It made you slip up and sleep with a killer." You felt like you were about to pass out, wound still bleeding as you felt your brain shutting down. For months, you ignored the stories and theories about your father, only for it to all be proven correct. "Now let me tell you how this is gonna go," Taehyung speaks as he picks up the signature knife, handing the gun over to Hoseok.
"Your mother went crazy, her husband was murdered and she was traumatized. She went on a killing spree, getting everyone except me and Hoseok," knife touching your chest, tip poking into your skin. Chiming in, Hoseok keeps the gun pointed at you from afar, "she thought we were dead but no! We get to stick around and plan out the sequel!" If you heard the word 'movie' one more time, you were going to get the gun and finish yourself off. “I mean, people need to hear about this shit. Imagine the kind of movie deals we’re gonna get,” Hoseok was beyond animated, imagining how their lives will change once this is over. An idea pops into Taehyung's mind, a smirk coming onto his face, "why don't you go get my baby's surprise." He orders Hoseok to retrieve whatever sick secret they kept in the house, while he keeps his eyes on you.
"Oh, you're gonna love this one," Hoseok cackles as he backs out of the room. Silence fills the air as you're left with Taehyung. You look around the room, too disgusted to spare him another glance. He stares down at you, grinning like he’s won something special. You should've known there was something wrong with him, nobody is that perfect. You hear Hoseok coming back into the room, your eyes moving over to the entrance. A look of fright is painted on your face as you look at the body thrown to the floor. "Mom!" you whimper, trying to reach for her. She's tied up with tape over her mouth, looking like they roughed her up before her capture. "Stay back," Taehyung points the tip of the knife at your chin, making sure you can’t get to her. He liked watching you tremble, in a powerless position.
"Enough of this shit, let's get on with it!" Hoseok shouts, still jumping around. She makes eye contact with you, eyes widening in pure fear. She's innocent in all of this, and now she's about to be blamed for everything. It was your dad that fucked up, and now she would suffer the consequences. You felt like there was nothing you could do to save her or yourself. You couldn't believe the scene in front of you: your boyfriend pointing a knife at you, your friend pointing a gun in your face, and your mother on the floor. Lost for words, you decided to prepare yourself for whatever would come next. "Hold still," Taehyung turns to Hoseok, raising the knife into the air. To your surprise, he's plunging it into Hoseok's abdomen, "FUCK," he wails out, as he’s stabbed near his chest. You couldn’t believe your eyes, they were truly committed to their plan, willing to be sliced for five minutes of fame.
Blood drips to the floor as he screams in pain, "Your turn," one hand gripping the island, and the other reaching out for the knife. The look on his face was horrifying, like he was excited to return the favor to his accomplice. Taehyung hesitantly hands over the weapon and grabs ahold of your T-shirt. "Not too deep," he directs as he braces himself. Knife penetrating his lower abdomen as he shrieks in pain. Taehyung smacks a glass cup off of the counter, letting it shatter on the kitchen floor. The knife piercing his skin hurt like hell, neither of them prepared well for this part of the act. You watch as the two continue to take turns, tearing into one another, screams of agony coming from them both. The counter covered in blood, dripping onto the kitchen floor. "You sick fucks, this isn't just some movie," you shout from the corner of the room, slowly backing away from the two men. Clothes covered in their own blood, holes from the knife slashing their attire. "But it is, sweetie! This is act three, and I'm sorry but your role has been cut short," Taehyung giggles in your face, a pained look remaining, after being cut into by his friend. You stand there in shock, unsure how you got yourself caught in the middle of a movie. The men continue to slice and dice each other, you watched closely, jaw hanging and eyes wide.
On the other side of the room, Hoseok is leaning against the island, his hand over his largest wound, trying to stop the blood from spilling. "Give me the gun," Taehyung gives Hoseok an order, his hand waiting for the weapon as he glares at you. You felt like you were on fire, his gaze burning through your skin. Your mother was next to go, choosing to save you for last. "Uhhh," Hoseok mutters, nervousness evident in his voice, "I don’t know where it is, man," He looks around the room in shock. Taehyung clenched his jaw, groaning, the last thing he needed was a missing weapon with their fingerprints all over it, "don't just stand there! Find it," he barks at him, his voice startled you, making you jump. Hoseok searches the room, looking under every surface. "I have a better idea for your movie," everyone stops at the sound of a new voice, confused as to what's happening.
A surprise cast member, coming to rescue you from the third act. You finally look up, eyes landing on your friend with a gun in his hand, "Namjoon comes across you two idiots and saves the day." He speaks confidently, walking further into the room. He never left the house after the party, he chose to stay back and watch movies, hiding once he heard screaming. You have never been this excited to see him. A bit of hope runs through your body, you feel like you might finally stand a chance in this situation. "I think I like this ending much better," you mutter in the background, earning a chuckle from your friend. Namjoon aims the gun at Taehyung, pulling the trigger, "what's the matter," Taehyung walks towards him, making him back out of the room quickly. He opens the door, but before he can escape, Taehyung makes a swift move. With a brutal punch to the face, Namjoon is knocked down, his body piling next to Seokjin's.
Taehyung approaches the bodies, picking up the gun he dropped. "These things work so much better when you turn the safety off. Say goodnight," he snickers, turning off the safety and aiming the gun at his head. "Umm, Tae! We have an even bigger problem," Hoseok shouts from the kitchen, looking frazzled. Too entertained with the battle in front of him, he forgot to keep his eyes on the other victims. As Taehyung rushes back into the kitchen, frantically looking around. He wondered, how the hell did you managed to get out so quietly.
Leaving Namjoon alone, Taehyung rushes back to the kitchen, as angry as ever. "Where the fuck is she," he screams at the man, pushing him around. You and your mother were nowhere to be found. As soon as their attention was off of you two, you quickly fled the scene. Hoseok takes a seat, an exhausted look on his face, "find her! Get u-" before Taehyung can finish, the landline begins to ring. They get silent as Taehyung reaches for the phone, "you should really think twice before turning your back," he says, recognizing your voice with the modifier. Getting visibly upset, he shouts into the phone, "bitch! We're gonna finish you off like we did your fucking father," cackling on the other side of the phone, and you give him the best response, "awe baby, you gotta find me first." Now that you’re on the other side of things, you return his taunting energy. Toying with him as he did you.
He sets the phone down next to Hoseok, before smacking him on the back of the head. "Get the fuck up, Hoseok," Taehyung grunted, as his friend is resting on the countertop. Hardly able to construct a sentence, he groans, "you cut me too deep man," he looks like he's about to pass out at any moment. Enraged by Hoseok's inability to help find you, he rushes off by himself, running throughout the first floor. It’s apparent that he’s run out of tricks. The police were on their way and you were nowhere to be found. His movie ending was crumbling right before his eyes and he couldn’t handle it. "Hello," Hoseok picks up the phone, his blood dripping all over the Dialpad. "What are you gonna do, Hobi? The police are on the way, Tae already has a motive, what about you," he tries to find the strength to respond, as he feels like he's about to slip away. "He pressured me into this, I'm easy to manipulate," Taehyung is still in the back, tearing up the couches, and kicking over household items. "You didn't really call the cops, did you," cackling at his question, you're quick to respond, "of course I did." Clearly, that wasn't the answer he wanted, a wail coming from the back of his throat, "this house is a mess, I am so dead!" He was absolutely insane, sobbing about getting in trouble for a messy house, when he just committed several murders. 
Taehyung stalks through the halls, moving as quietly as he can. Gun gripped in his right hand, as he kicks open every other door. At this point, he was running out of options. The police were on their way and they knew what he did. He might be going to jail but he needed you to die first. He’s eager to find you and finish you off himself. You’ve already ruined their plan, there was no way he was going to let you escape. Little does he know, you aren’t too far from where he was. Out of nowhere, a closet door busts open, and here you come, leaping out at him. Raising your weapon, you impale his chest with the same knife he tried to use on you. "Bitch," he groans out in pain, his body starting to drop to the floor. Looking down at him, you think everything is finally over, putting the knife in your back pocket. You begin to walk towards Jungkook on the floor, wanting to see if he was okay, until you're tackled sideways. Hoseok came out of nowhere, seeming to have regained some of his energy. Your back comes in contact with the wood floor, a shooting pain passes through your body. You’ve been fighting all night, but you don’t plan on giving up anytime soon.
Hoseok hovers over you, wrapping his hands around your neck, "die already!" He presses down, ignoring your hands clawing at his forearms. You raise your knee, hitting him in his groin. Hoseok falls back in pain, moaning on the floor. You hop to your feet, trying to catch your breath. You scan the room for the nearest exit. The stairs being your first choice, you sprint up the steps. You slip into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind yourself. Hiding from him was practically pointless, this was his house, you were at a disadvantage. “Don’t run baby,” Hoseok shouts, busting into the room. He charges towards you, hands instantly wrapping around your throat. “The movie isn’t finished, you’re ruining everything,” he screams every word in your face, bits of his spit hitting your face. He starts tightening the grip on your neck, making you thrash. Your hands come up to his face, trying your hardest to push him away. Hoseok backs you in a corner, your body colliding with the wall. You feel your life slipping away, running out of air in your lungs. You reach into your back pocket, raising the knife up. Jamming the end of the blade into his forehead, making him grunt, you could feel his hands loosen the grip on your neck. Pressing your foot against the wall, you push yourself forward, causing him to stumble back.
He lets you go before he drops to the floor, hands coming up to console the sore spot on his face. You lie in the corner, caressing your neck like it would help make the pain go away. You gather all of the strength you have to pick yourself up and hobble out of the room. You were on the verge of dropping to the floor, having to use the walls in the hallway to hold yourself up. Just when you thought you had gotten a substantial amount of space between you two, he catches up quickly. Right behind you as you approach the stairs, “why won’t you die!” You try to ignore the screams behind you, as a pair of hands pulls you back. You drop to the floor, making sure to keep ahold of the knife in your hands. Grabbing your shirt, Hoseok snatches you up. As your feet hit the floor, you raise the knife up, plummeting it in his chest. Letting go of you, Hoseok drops to his knees hands coming up to grab the railing. You decide to give him the same ending that he tried to give you. You pick your foot up, pressing it against his chest. You watch as he tumbles down the stairs, before hitting the wood floor at the end. A slight smile crawling onto your face, this being the best thing to happen to you all day.
You quietly walk down the stairs, just in case there’s another unwanted surprise waiting for you. Limping into the living room, you find yourself looking for another way to escape. "Jungkook," you notice your friend hobble into the room. You rush towards him, examining his chest, saying, "I thought you were dead." He looks relieved to see you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, saying, "I definitely should be, I’ve never been so happy to not get any action." You choose to ignore whatever he's rambling about, your brain is too clouded to comprehend anything.  "This is one of the worst movies ever," a voice groans from behind you two. Namjoon is rubbing his head as he walks over to you guys. He gawks around the room, shocked to see the state of the house. Pictures and statues knocked over, glass coating the floor. You stand around, looking at the bodies on the floor, knowing your life has been changed forever.
"Wait, I've seen movies like this, it ain't over. Evil always comes back, you need to shoot it in the head," Jungkook's commentary concerned you. Nudging his body with your foot, you wait for him to pop up. His body remains still and stiff. “I guess this movie has an alternate ending,” you mutter, before limping over to the closet to untie your mother. “Are you okay,” you ask, already knowing the answer as you pull the duct tape from her mouth. All she could do was grunt, she was in horrible shape, bruises all over her face from her attack. Jungkook and Namjoon come over to help you, untying her wrists and ankles.
“It’s Billy,” a quite voice speaks from the front door. You all whip your heads around in unison, scared as to what might lurking behind them. You feel a lump caught in your throat, words unable to leave your mouth. “Holy shit, you should be dead,” Jungkook stops his movements as he observes the person in front of him. You feel like your paralyzed, too confused to make a move. Something pulls you back into reality, you jump up to your feet and run across the room. Colliding with your best friend, wrapping your arms around her. You pull away, examining her wounds. She leans into your chest, on the verge of collapsing, “I’m fine, so is Jin,” she points over to her brother on the floor, regaining his consciousness.
Once the police arrive with EMTs beside them, you truly believed it was all over. Evil was defeated and none of your friends lost their lives in the process. You’re in the back of ambulance, sitting on the edge, as you wounds are being tended to and you’re hooked up to machines. Looking over, your friends have the same thing going on, faces looking exhausted yet thankful that they made it out alive. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could breath. “We got two more in here! They’re still breathing,” your heart beats rapidly, making the machines go haywire. Tears run down your bloodstained cheeks as you watch paramedics go rescue the same two men that tried to kill you. Your mind was hazy, you didn’t know what to say or what to think. All you could do was let out an agonizing scream.
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blue hour | kth ✓
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❍ pairing | taehyung × reader
❍ genre/warnings | strangers to something to ???, one night stand au, pov switch (just one at the end), porn with little to no plot, mentions of infidelity, alcohol consumption, consensual drunk sex, angst, smut, they make out in the elevator and in the hallway pls, a bit of dry humping, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sex against the wall, creampie, protected sex, this may or may not be the only time they meet *wink*, cliffhanger ending *chef's kiss.*
❍ word count | 5.8k
❍ glimpse | when you realize how truly alone you were, you find yourself in the blue hour bar where fellow lonely souls came to temporarily forget.
or alternatively, you meet a man in the blue hour, and you get sixty minutes of pure bliss — no more loneliness. moreover, no strings attached. just the two of you wrapped around with each other's warmth.
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"Are you with someone?"
"Are you mocking me?"
The man who sat on a stool beside you, orders a martini from the bartender, who you had been chatting with in the past hour only for her to get occupied by none other than the latest comer.
Swirling your drink lazily, you don't bother to spare a glance at him. He thanks the bartender, and you heed of his voice that is gravelly and velvety at the same time.
Was it possible to have such combination?
Tsking, you take a sip of your champagne, unwittingly catching the attention of the man you wanted to stay unaware of.
"You tsked at me," he points out the obvious.
"And what about it?" you sass back. "We're even now."
He chuckles, the low sound of his tone rich and honeyed you start to ponder if the alcohol's effect had begun taking over your senses.
"Why are you snappish at such an early hour?"
"Have you read the sign before entering? It says Blue Hour—" Finally turning your head to take a glimpse of the owner of sultry voice, you don't expect to see an ethereal man, in all his glory — sporting a white button up, black trousers, rings littered around a few of his fingers, to be looking back at you.
And the highlight of all is his dashingly striking blue hair, which he effortlessly pulls off.
"—it's where lonely people come to. Blue hour is any hour," you finish nonchalantly, mentally patting yourself in the back for maintaining an indifferent composure.
You blame it on the alcohol.
He flicks his wrist lightly, the liquor causing moist around the outside of the glass. Lips curling upwards, he leans forward slightly. And you curse yourself for not retracting.
"Peculiar way to propose, but alright." He smiles at you unabashed, swiveling his stool to face back at the bar.
Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to retort when he signals the bartender to come.
"The finest one for the lady here."
You straighten up your back. "You don't have to—"
"Don't listen to her."
You shoot daggers at the blue-haired male. "Excuse me?"
The bartender, having witnessed the exchange between you, chortles. She takes the card that the man hands him, slotting it inside the terminal before flicking her gaze to you.
"Loosen up, babe," she says. "You're here to have fun. Let the handsome man buy you a drink."
Scowling, you roll your eyes and vie, "I've already bought one."
"Still," this time, the man insists, "One drink isn't enough. And besides, what have I, a mere stranger, done to absolutely piss the fuck out of you, yeah?"
You weren't supposed to shiver at his words yet you did. Yeah, right. Mere. A mere curse word is all it takes for you to almost crumble right there and then. Almost.
He had a point though. Why were you even so curt?
The man indeed was undeniably attractive. His voice sounding so velvety with words seamlessly tumbling out of his oh so soft-looking lips. It's weird that you found his cursing alluring.
Maybe it's that fact. The fact that you're finding a complete stranger attractive. And you hate how you were so easy to be bewitched.
Exhaling a deep breath, you down the rest of your cocktail, the newly ordered one smoothly sliding to your line of sight.
"Enjoy the night, folks." The bartender winks at you then takes her cue, leaving the two of you alone.
"So... are you going to answer my question or would you rather keep staring at me?"
His question pulls you out of your stupor. You widen your eyes, scoffing, don't make a move to touch the drink he bought you.
"I wasn't staring," you deny, retorting. "I was thinking."
"Yeah?" He scoots closer on his seat you think he's about to fall off the edge.
The distance diminishes, somehow you're closer than the borderline, but still so far away from each other's grasp. It's the rubbers beneath the stools are what're preventing your skins to touch.
"A penny for your thoughts?" he rasps out.
Fuck it.
"I'm thinking about how I loathe your face right now," you flatly say. "It's getting on my nerves."
The man laughs — like actually laughs. Because he throws his head back, melodic notes tumbling out of his lips. You control the urge to slam it against yours.
"Should I be flattered?" he asks, amusement glinting in his chocolate irises.
You can't help but crack a smile as well, the edges of your lips lifting the tiniest bit as you purposely, slowly wrap your fingers around the wine glass and take a sip from it whilst maintaining the eye contact with him.
You take heed of his adam's apple bobbing up and down before flitting your eyes back to meet with his. They're now a tint darker than earlier, it makes you feel something funny bubbling in your stomach.
It's you who break the eye contact and the silence, placing the glass back down on the bar.
"So," you start. "What's your story? Why is such a fine man like you in a pub of lonely souls?"
He peers at you from the rim of his glass, licking his lips before he answers your question, small smile painting his features.
"Have you heard of Vante Magazine?"
Eyes widening, you gasp and gawk. "No way, you're one of their models?"
The man doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic as you are, but nonetheless, he nods. Albeit it doesn't reach his eyes, he retains his soft smile. "Yeah, but I've recently become one of theirs. So, that's why I'm not surprised if a lot of people don't recognize me yet."
"Wait, so are you moping because you're not famous?" you blurt out the question before you even realize. Instantly, regret swallows you.
However, you can't and don't take it back anymore because the man emits a chuckle, neither bitter now sweet.
"No. It's more of the opposite actually," he says. You don't reply to that, wordlessly ushering him to continue. "I'm well-known back in my workplace. It's fun, really. I talk to a lot of my colleagues. But, it's hard to tell who's real and who's not."
At this, the guilt fully consumes you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I don't know why I said that."
He smiles at you, and this time, it's a genuine one. "You're fine, really."
A comfortable silence engulfs on the two of you. As you process his words, it's him who breaks the silence.
"What's yours?"
"Huh?" you dumbly say.
He rolls his eyes playfully. "Your story, silly."
"Right," you say, taking a sip from your drink, moistening your suddenly parched throat. Placing the glass back down, you don't speak yet he patiently waits for you, sharp eyes piercing through the side of your head.
"I think I had a break up with my friends."
One of his eyebrows raises, but he doesn't speak, granting you the spotlight.
Releasing a shaky breath, you opt to fiddle with the perspiration that had formed around your glass, seeking soothe on the frostiness. "There was this one guy I dated two years ago. He was in the same circle of friends as I, so we instantly clicked. And, you know those videos on Tiktok where they warn you to never date one of your friends?"
When he nods, you scoff not to him but to yourself. "Two years ago me would've said it was bull. But now, not so much. Truth behold, we never worked out because he cheated — his dumb excuse being because I didn't give him as much as attention as before. Well, it's not my damn fault that I'm ambitious and he isn't."
At this point, you were already telling your story with hand gestures and facial expressions, but he doesn't interrupt you once. So, you allow yourself to get carried away, share something personal to a stranger.
"All of our friends knew that. Why wouldn't they? When everything was happening right under their noses. They got extremely angry at him." You pause and prop your elbow on the bar, temple resting on one of your fists. You sigh before continuing in a much more passive tone.
"But when the issue died down, one month ago, I found out that they had a hangout with him — my ex. They all looked so happy in the photos they posted. And... I was just so confused because I thought they were supposed to hate him. I know they're aware of it because they never invited me in the first place..." Exhaling, you refrain your voice from quivering. "I ghosted all of them — didn't know how to face them after what happened."
Supposedly taking a small sip from your drink, you gulp everything down in one go. Albeit it tasted sweet, the acid leaves a burning sensation down your throat.
"You don't owe them an explanation."
You're surprised to hear his input, head turning to face him. He has a frown etched in his features that you badly wanted to flat your thumb against his lips and wipe away the creases.
Your gazes collide, and he speaks lowly, seemingly genuine with his words. "In fact, you don't owe them anything. If you think cutting them out fully was the right decision, then stick with it."
You release a breathy laugh, this time which doesn't sound forced. "That's another problem," you quip. "I feel shitty with what I did."
He raises an eyebrow. "I think you should be proud of yourself. It's not easy to cut toxic people out of your life."
Your laughter simmers, internalizing what he said. He's right. There are a lot of people out there who have it worse than you do. Even though they're completely aware of the horrors they encounter everyday in their toxic relationships. Sometimes, it got you wondering why don't they ever let go?
And now you understand them. You empathize with what they're going through.
"I just feel like I'm throwing away something we've had for years so easily..." you murmur, almost inaudible but the man catches on what you said anyway.
"They never considered that before doing something they know that would upset you," he retaliates. "If anything, it's their loss. Not yours, princess."
The nickname seems to have roll off his tongue seamlessly, and you become aware of the sudden warmth spreading all over your cheeks.
There's definitely something on the alcohol he bought you.
"You know," you begin, attempting to light up the gloomy atmosphere. "I never got your name."
He returns your mirth, eyes crinkling into crescents. "That's the thrill of it, yeah? Meeting an attractive mysterious man underneath the dim lights of a pub."
You roll your eyes, attempting to seem annoyed but you look anything but it because of the smile that threatened to coat your lips.
"Fine then," you say. "You won't get the honor of knowing mine too."
He laughs at your jest while you bask his harmonious sounds, rendering every part of your body to shiver. Particularly, your nether parts rubbing against each other.
The two of you continue to chat about trivial things as the night deepens. He even orders a second drink for you and this time, you don't feud him for it.
You don't realize the hours that have passed if not for the pub's lights dimming further and turning into a night club. People began to crowd the dance floor, lots of bodies and swaying and grinding among each other.
The man pulls you out of your daze once more, drawing your attention away from the dance floor to look at him instead.
"Dance with me?"
You nod. He offers a hand — soft, silky and veiny, lacing with yours perfectly. You find yourself gazing at your interlocked hands as he leads you towards the dance floor.
Everything seems to happen so naturally. His hands slither around your waist while you throw your arms around his neck, fingers finding their home on the hairs at the nape of his neck.
With the amount of liquor you've consumed, you're certain that you're in the borderline of inebriation. But you didn't mind unlike earlier — you would probably even deny his invitation to dance with you.
Your hips sway along the beat and his hooded eyes lock with yours, body following your lead. Smiling coyly, you draw closer to him, relishing in the way his arms seem to snake tighter around your hips, you can feel his nails digging slightly on your skin.
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As more songs drive by, the more your confidence spurs. Shortly, you find yourself brazenly grinding your hips against the man you've been with for the past few hours.
Too preoccupied with the sensation of the bass blaring from the speakers, vibrating through your body — serving as the fuel for you to continuously sway your body against the model. Your eyes fluttered shut as you throw your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck as you rake your fingers through your scalp, keeping one hand occupied in caressing his blue hair.
You don't notice the dark stares he's giving you, how his eyes are now half-lidded, almost pitch black with the way he's darting lustful gazes at you. His fingers dig deeper through the thin material of your dress. How he seems to lean further to your scent, clouding the remnants of his sobriety. The hungry stares he's landing on the flesh of your neck — sheen with sweat and red. The desire to drive his lips all around your skin.
No, you don't notice the fact that his cock twitches against the restraints of his pants. How he wanted nothing else but to be wrapped around your warmth, clench your walls tight around him.
"Fuck," he rasps out.
Everything stops. You halt your motions, earning a strained groan from the man before you.
Fluttering your eyes open, you finally take heed of his disheveled state. He's almost panting as if he's out of breath, lips parted and inhaling shakily. The fringes on his forehead are damp, sticky against his skin. And you're suddenly aware of his crotch pressed against yours.
His eyes are literally begging you to do something, anything. He's waiting for the go signal, because it will be your call. Despite the fact he covets to act upon his desire for you, he patiently waits albeit straining.
Smiling coquettishly, you ask, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?"
At your question, he grunts, playing it off by giving him one of his boxy smiles. "I thought you'd never ask."
You two slip away from the swarming sweaty bodies, his hand never leaving yours as he leads the traverse.
And when you feel the cold air of the night nipping at you, he tugs you towards him, chest landing on his. His warmth instantly overcomes the cold.
"So," His voice is husky. "My place is like at least a thirty minute drive away. And I'm too drunk to drive, so I'm really hoping yours is—"
You press a finger on his lips, instantly shushing him up. Caressing the corner of his jaw, you state, "We'll book a room. There's a hotel in the next block—"
"Okay, great."
He starts to walk ahead of you, tugging your hand so that you'll fall in place beside him.
It takes exactly five minutes and twenty-five seconds to reach the hotel. Then, another five to talk to the receptionist which the whole time you were trying to stop your giggles from escaping through biting your lip because the model is impatiently conversing with the front desk.
And once he finally takes a hold of the key card, he wastes no more time and pulls you towards the elevators. You're both lucky that the place is almost empty — even as you both enter an elevator, there's no one inside.
He swiftly presses the button to your designated floor, licking his lips when the doors close and he sees your reflection in them.
Your stares linger for a second longer and before you knew it, he has you slammed against the metal wall of the elevator, the railings rattling at the impact.
His lips mold with yours, swallowing your moans as you reciprocate his kisses with as much fervor. Tongues battling for dominance, teeth crashing against each other. He takes both of your hands and keep them above your head that has you sighing at the sensation of his strong hands keeping you in place.
The elevator continues to rise, the pressure in your ears ringing but it doesn't make you stop from pushing your head forward, meeting his strength. He groans when you try to combat his strength, pressing his chest further into yours, hips grinding into your crotch.
Even when the elevator dings and the doors open, your lips doesn't stop smoldering against each other as he expertly pushes you out of the cramped space, slamming you against the nearest wall you're certain everyone on the floor heard that.
The excitement creeps up on you, of the thrill of getting caught that you can't help but emit a giggle as the man keeps pushing you towards the end of the hallway. You feel him smile against your lips as he takes the card out and then you hear a beep.
The door to your suite opens and you both disappear inside. With his lips still drinking in every moan you release, his hand manages to flick the light switch on. He whisks the card somewhere, kicks his shoes off and begin to unbutton his shirt.
Meanwhile, you had started palming him against his trousers, feeling his hardness and the material already soaked with his pre-cum. Rhythmically, you also snap your crotch up against his — imagining that it was his dick grinding against your clothed core instead of your hand.
The sensation drives him mad that he growls and pulls you away.
"You sneaky little vixen." With one hand around your waist, his other travels to your back, fingers settling on the zipper of your dress. Then he pulls it down.
Shivers travel on your spine at his cold fingers that you arch your head and sigh lewdly.
He takes the opportunity to bury his head on the crook of your neck and lick at your skin, immediately finding the spot you're most sensitive. His wet tongue causes you to cling on his shoulders, your lips parted and eyes closed.
He sucks eagerly, teeth scraping on your collarbone before he kisses all around your skin until he reaches the column of your neck, littering kisses that had you swallowing, the motions of your larynx meeting his devouring lips.
He paints your neck with love bites that you don't even realize that your dress had pooled on your feet. You're only in your undergarments now. And this spurs you to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt. You aid him to remove his top, throwing it somewhere.
You finally get a feel of his toned chest, his sharp collarbones and strong biceps. A sigh escapes your lips as he leaves one more kiss on the side of your neck.
His lips return to slot with yours, kissing you slow and sweet. As you throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, he pushes you both inside of what you assume is the bedroom. He reaches his arm behind to turn the lights on, his lips never leaving yours.
He pushes you until you feel the wall pressing on your back. You notice that he has been pushing you against walls and you wonder if he has a thing for it.
At the mere thought of getting yourself railed against the wall makes your legs tremble slightly.
"Taehyung—" You were about to beg but your voice gets cut off. As if reading your mind, he uses his finger to slide your damp panties aside.
Then he presses his palm flat against your clit.
"You're so damn wet for me already, baby," he purrs, the baritone of his voice sending chills down your spine.
You moan lightly when he begins pumping two of his fingers inside. Forcing your eyes open, your hand wraps around his head, tugging in his blue strands as he adds another finger into you.
He fucks you with three of his fingers while you meet his actions with your hips, mewling at the sensation of his digits curling inside of your folds that you uncontrollably arch your back against him.
And then you feel it. His finger hitting the right spot that has your toes curling.
"Oh, fuck, r-right there," you moan, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the cold wall.
He increases his speed, finger fucks the shit out of you. You whimper and sob, feeling the coil around your abdomen tighten. Ungraceful sounds escape your lips that if you weren't being pleasured right now, you would be fuming in embarrassment.
"Come for me," he demands, his lips resting against your ear. You feel his breaths fanning your skin as he continues to pump his fingers into your pulsating pussy.
And then you feel your walls clenching around his digits, see stars behind your eyelids and then you're coming undone, under his command and mercy.
You smile in bliss, feeling yourself soak his fingers that are still continuously fucking you through your high.
Feeling his warmth leave your body, you open your eyes once you've calmed down. And you're not prepared to see him kneeling down on his knees.
Eyes widening, your gasp soon turns into a mewl as he begins to lick all of your leaking juices, the slurping sounds he produces sounding like heaven to your ears.
He hums in approval against your pussy, licking around your inner thighs. You internally beg for him to put his attention to your aching core instead.
After a few kitten licks, his hooded eyes trail up to meet yours. Without breaking the eye contact, you inhale sharply as he sticks his tongue out then slowly licks your nub.
You let out a strangled moan, your hand instinctively tugging at his blue hair lightly.
He dives in, burying his tongue into your clit, lapping everything on its trail. You whimper above him, looking down every now and then to watch how his tongue disappears between your folds. Swirling his tongue around your nub, your body arches against its will, tugging harder at his hair.
"Shit, Taehyung, that feels so good," you mewl loudly and shamelessly, moving your hips along the rhythm of his tongue.
He groans against your pussy, and your words seem to drive him further to fasten his pace. His tongue delves deeper into you, in the crevices of your walls you never imagined can be reached. No one has ever given you this much pleasure in oral. And you wonder amidst your fucked out state, how many women had he sent into utter oblivion.
"I'm so close," you cry out, your body lolling against the wall to seek support while your hands grab at nothing — pulling on his hair again as you feel the familiar sensation of your lower part twisting into knots.
He gets the message, gripping on your hips tighter to keep your convulsing body in place. And for the second time, you feel the waves crashing over you, the stars colliding once again. Your legs quiver as he continues to suck all of your juices, not allowing a drop to come past him.
You only manage to take a deep breath once he pecks your swollen nether lips. Your gaze trails his face as he stands, his chin shimmering with your orgasm. He gives you a chaste kiss before forcing his tongue inside to make you taste yourself.
Humming in approval, you suck on his wet muscle, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm.
Your feel a cold metal hitting your thigh so you pull away, halting his movements. He looks at you confounded while you smile coyly, your voice hoarse from all the moaning as you say, "Allow me."
This time, it's him who gapes at you when you lower yourself down into your knees, watching every reaction he makes as you pull the belt from his pants' loops, dropping the article on the floor. Then, in agonizingly slow manner, you unzip his trousers and pull it down until it pools at his feet.
His breath hitches when you press a chaste kiss against his bulge, palming him through his boxers. He shudders lightly, his palm flatting against the wall for support.
"Stop teasing," he growls while you give him an amorous smile.
Yet, you comply, completely pulling his boxers down. And when his cock springs free, big and proud you can't help but gawk at his size — the head already swollen and dripping with pre-cum.
"What's wrong, princess?" he teases you. "You think you can take me?"
You swallow thickly, mouth watering at his cock. Then, you trail your eyes up his naked body until your gazes collide. Your hand wraps around his length, pumping it a few times and watching how his face contorts into pleasure.
"I imagined myself sinking down on your cock," you breathily admit, causing him to let out a low curse.
His other hand finds home on your hair, pulling gently and urging you to take him.
You breathe through your nose as you finally begin to lick at his swollen tip, eliciting a groan from him. Humming against his length, you suck on its head before taking more of him halfway. You use your hand to wrap around his remaining length then you bob your head up and down, starting with a slow and relaxed space.
He releases low and breathy moans above you, moving his hips as well to match your rhythm, being careful not to choke you.
"That's it, baby," he praises you, raking his hand through your hair to remove strands away from your face. "You're so good, taking my cock so well."
Purring at his approval, you feel your pussy clench at his words, spurring you to swallow more of his length. You hollow your cheeks as you feel the tip of his head hit the back of your throat. His hips stutter, lips parting to release a breathy moan as you fully sheathe him into your warm mouth.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he grunts, slightly increasing his pace as he fucks himself into your mouth.
Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes when you find his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. At once, you gag, but you don't pull away, focusing your breathing through your nose. You let him fuck his cock into your mouth a few more times, basking in the way you elicit a lot of moans from him, pride spreading in your chest because you're the reason of his pleasure.
He completely pulls out of you, watches how a trail of your saliva bridges between your parted lips and his swollen head.
When you stand up, he rewards you with his kisses, your tongues fighting for dominance. At some point in the kiss, he unhooks your bra and discards it in the middle of the room. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone until the valley of your breasts where it stops. He takes one of your pert nipples in his mouth while his hand kneads your other one, pinching at your nipple. You arch your back against him, releasing a soft moan. You watch as he gives the same amount of attention to your other breast, tongue swirling at your hard bud before he trails his kisses back up again.
"Jump," he orders and you don't hesitate to comply, hooking your legs around his waist.
He lines himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours, flicking in light concern.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Coquettishly smiling, you respond, "Yes. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."
He smiles back, says the same that he's clean too. And then you pull him into a kiss while he wastes no more time as he starts pushing into you.
He drinks in your moans as he sheathes himself further into you. Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling so full.
"G-Give me a second," you breathily say, your head resting against the wall.
He softly smiles at you, pushing the strays of your hair away so that he can see your face. Then, you give him a nod when you've fully adjusted to his size.
His smooth thrusts comes once, twice, thrice, filling you up to the brim as he rolls his hips into yours. Sensual sounds elicited from the both of you echo through the space, your bodies relishing in each other's warmth.
You slide up and down against the wall, feeling yourself sink further into his cock the more he thrusts into you. Your head lolls on his shoulder, hands pulling on his blue strands as you constantly let out mewls of pleasure.
He reciprocates your actions, lips finding home on your neck as he sucks and bites at your skin, rendering goosebumps to travel all over your skin.
"You feel so tight and warm around me, baby," he lowly moans, slightly increasing his pace when he feels your walls clenching around his length.
"Oh, Taehyung!" you moan his name shamelessly, digging your nails down his back when he manages to hit the certain spot within you.
He gets the message, spurring his speed. All the gentleness is gone as he now slams his cock into you. Skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths and breathy moans leaving both of your lips as he thrusts faster, deeper into you. Instantly, you become a whimpering mess, mewling his name over and over again in a chant.
This is ridiculous, you're about to have your third orgasm for the night. It's driving you crazy how your body is easily and seamlessly responsive to his touches. You don't know if you're extra sensitive tonight because of the alcohol or if it's because of the fact that maybe he was a good fuck. Undoubtedly, you incline to believe more in the latter.
His hips powerfully slams into yours, his cock reaching deeper and further in your walls, you feel like all of your insides are getting rearranged.
"Fuck, baby, I'm so close. Come with me," he pleads, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
His thrusts turn sloppier while your toes curl as you feel the both of you reaching the edge of the cliff. And then you finally feel your walls clamping around his length, the world crumbles down as you convulse in his arms, cum continuously dripping down your folds, engulfing his cock and trailing through your inner thighs. He follows shortly, moaning breathily against your ear and painting your walls with his cream.
The both of you collapse against each other when your high dies down. With your eyes fluttered shut and head resting on his shoulder, he pulls away from you, your pussy clenching on nothing. You instantly feel the emptiness. However, it lasts ephemeral for he carries you and then you feel the softness of the mattress on your back.
Your eyes are still closed, your chest heaving up and down as you listen him shuffling around the room. The light dims behind your eyelids, then you hear a few more movements before the side of the bed dips. He covers you both with the duvet. Without another word, you scoot towards him, burying your head in his chest while you feel his arm drape around your waist.
It doesn't take for the both of you to drift off into dreamland shortly, both of your lips shaped into smiles as you engulf yourselves in the warmths of each other.
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Taehyung feels the heat radiating towards his bare body hidden under the sheets. Still half-asleep, he hums in contentment shifting his position to lie on his other side.
His hand reaches on the end but when he feels nothing but silk and cotton, the smile coating his chapped lips promptly spurns.
Peeking one eye open, he doesn't expect to see the other side of the bed empty. As if on instincts, it's suffice to prod him wide awake, head lifting off the pillows to scan the room.
Muttering a low curse, he briefly checks the time on the nightstand before kicking off the duvet away from his body. He plants his floor on the feet and immediately gathers all of his discarded and fallen clothes scattered across the bedroom.
He eyes the closed door on the other end of the room, feeling as if it was throwing him an intimidating stare. Because he doesn't know what to expect behind it.
There's no sign of any of your clothes in the room, so that could only mean you were either in the kitchen, the living room or...
Locking his belt with the metal clunking through the silence of the room, his suspicion is proved to be right the moment he opens the door and peers pass the partition.
Taehyung saunters towards the empty kitchen, the only sound serving as the background noise being the faucet dripping droplets of water. He lets his eyes rove the suite, scrutinizing every corner.
And then finally, his prayers are answered. He catches a glimpse of a small colored note stuck on top of the island. The side of the paper rises every time a soft blow of wind caresses it. It's almost as if the person who left the note purposely opened the windows to let the ventilation enter.
His fingers slowly wrap around the sticky note, taking it off the counter.
Upon reading what's written on it, to say that he's taken aback was an understatement. He didn't expect the contents of the note. Moreover, nothing could have ever prepared him for the thrill — excitement and curiosity coating his features.
Everything from the preceding night comes back into his mind, the way how your body perfectly molded against his. Your sounds of pleasure becoming his lifeline for the night.
And now, he remembers. With his mind unbound from intoxication, he particularly reminisces why he so loved the melodic sound of your voice. A certain word that constantly spilled out of your soft lips.
His name.
Taehyung.
Fuck, he doesn't even recall telling you his name.
And he feels like he had lost a game that wasn't even occurring in the first place. Because truth behold, the moment he laid his eyes on you that night in the bar — you had fully captured his attention for the rest of the night.
And now, undoubtedly, for the rest of his days to come.
The words printed on the note continues to replay in his mind like a mantra. He vows to himself, beneath the rays of sunshine.
Because just when he thought he had the upperhand, he was wrong. So awfully wrong. You had him wrapped around your little finger.
He will find you. That is if fate leads him back to you. With your note serving as the embers igniting within himself.
I had a really good time last night, Taehyung :)
Guess you placed yourself on the pedestal, and look where's that led you.
Maybe next time, you'll get to know mine if we meet again.
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Craving You | KTH
*Pairing: bad boy!Taehyung x f!Reader *Word Count: 2k *Genre: friends with benefits-ish? au, non-idol au, a bit of fluff at the end if you squint, SMUT *Warnings: NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI. angry sex, bit of nipple play, implied unprotected sex (be smart, ya perverts!), dom/sub roles, face slapping, spanking, use of titles 'sir' and 'baby,' piv sex, Tae is mean to her but that's kinda the point, mentions of injuries/blood, implied bad decisions on Tae's part, bad boy Tae, uhhh i dunno what else but let me know if i should add anything else here! *Summary: Taehyung has a reputation. When his reputation leaves him bloodied and bruised, you only want to help. But the way he wants you to help takes you by surprise. *A/N: welp, here i am, once again inspired by some shit that bangtan pulled on the interwebs. thank you, SO MUCH, elle korea, for those fucking photos and for being the cause of this one. also, thank you so much to @thvhoe for this request; i hope you like it!
Prompt from this list!
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Taehyung was in one of his moods again. You could tell from the minute he walked into your apartment, door slamming behind him as he stormed through your hallway to find you on the couch, staring at him amusedly. 
“Hey, cranky ass. Good day today?” you asked with a laugh. Taehyung could only stare at you angrily as he plopped down on the couch next to you. Your best friend was known to show up at your apartment unannounced pretty regularly, but he rarely showed his angry side around you. Only when things went really badly did he let it out in the open, so you naturally assumed today was one of those days. 
“Just.. shut up, for once. Okay?” he huffed at you, scowl spreading across his face. You never asked about his day or what he spent his time doing outside of work. You knew his reputation, you knew he was probably involved in some questionable stuff. But the bruises purpling the bridge of his nose and the corner of his bottom lip left you filled with worry. Worry about what he was doing, worry about if he’d get out of it alive. You silently got up from the couch, heading for your kitchen. Grabbing a cold cloth from your freezer (you kept a few in there for times like these), you padded your way back to the living room. Standing in front of him, you reached for him with the cloth, moving to press it against the side of his face gently, but you were surprised by Taehyung grabbing your wrist roughly, stopping you. You froze, not sure what to do next.
“Look, I’m just trying to help. No need to be an ass,” you scoffed.
“If you want to help, shut up and get on top of me,” he replied, staring right at you, eyes unwavering.
“Tae, you’re not as funny as you think you are,” you laughed out. Taehyung had said some wild shit in the few years you’d known him, but this time had to take the cake for his worst.
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m serious. Get over here.”
You didn’t reply. You didn’t move. It was like your mind and body were suspended in time, only thinking about the words that had just left his mouth. You couldn’t deny it, Taehyung was hot as fuck. Hot enough for you to go along with whatever wild plan he had in mind, no questions asked? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t have time to form a response, because suddenly your body was jerked forward as he pulled you by the arm. Your knees hit his, and you were lifted by the backs of your thighs until you were nose-to-nose with him, straddling him. Your breath hitched in your throat, but he left you no time to recover from that sudden action, as his next was right behind it.
Taehyung’s mouth engulfed yours, his lips feeling like fire on yours as he grasped the back of your neck tightly in one hand. A quiet whine left your lips, and he took the slight opening of your mouth as an opportunity to run his tongue along your bottom lip, pressing forward to gain entry to your mouth. His tongue overtook yours, and all you could do was give in and follow his lead. Maybe in any other circumstance this would have gone differently, but with the mood he’d come in with, you were almost afraid to question him. You were pliant in his hold, feeling all-consumed by him. His kisses were rough, desperate even. His hold on your neck didn’t let up as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, and as you did that, you were suddenly lifted up as Taehyung stood. Holding tightly under your thighs, he walked in the direction of your bedroom, still kissing you hungrily.
Setting you gently down on your bed, he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he towered over you, holding your chin in his hand. The pissed off look on his face remained, but his tone was calm as he said, “You don’t have to do this.”
“No.. I, uh.. I want to,” you responded, not breaking eye contact, even though you so desperately wanted to. Taehyung was intimidating on a normal day, but today? He was lethal. He snickered, staring down at you still.
“Good girl. Now, take that dress off.”
You stuttered, not used to this demanding attitude. “Tae…” you squeaked out.
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
Moving slowly, you took the hem of your dress in your hands, pulling it up and off, setting it to the side. He swiped it off your bed, and all at once, he was climbing on top of you, one knee spreading your legs, pinning your hands above your head with one of his. 
“What’s your fucking safe word, hmm?” he growled in your ear, moving to lap at the column of your throat. 
“Uh..” you let out, not sure what to say. This was something you’d never participated in, so you’d never even thought about a word to use. He tsked, clearly unamused.
“Alright. Color system good with you? Green is good, yellow slow down, and red stop?” he asked, laughing a bit at your obvious lack of experience in this.
You nodded, wanting to do whatever you had to do to get him to continue. 
“Words, baby. I need you to speak.”
“Y-yes. Color system is fine,” you answered.
Chuckling once again, he nipped sharply at your neck. “Yes, what?”
Oh. You gulped, knowing what he wanted to hear but finding it hard to give it to him. You had never called someone that in bed, but there’s a first time for everything, and it looked like tonight would be that for you.
“Yes, sir,” you let out, turning your head to the side a bit to avert his gaze, trying hard not to laugh as the word came out. You immediately regretted that decision, as you felt a sting hit the side of your cheek as he slapped you, grabbing your chin in his hand. His thumb pressed lightly against your throat, making you look at him again.
“I’ll let that one slide, this time. Color?” he breathed out, anger showing on his face again.
“Green..” you answered hesitantly. With that, he pressed his knee harder into the space between your legs, kissing you once more. He let go of your hands, running his hands down your body to your breasts. Taking one nipple in between his fingers, he pinched, hard. You moaned into his mouth, letting yourself fall apart underneath him. Rolling the nipple between his fingers again to ease the pain, he traced his fingers farther down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. Using both hands, he pulled them off of you, leaving you naked under his fully clothed form. You felt vulnerable, but at the same time, strangely turned on by this newfound power imbalance. You reached for his shirt, tugging at it slightly, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Nuh uh. Use your words. What do you want, baby?” he snickered, watching you with fully blown pupils. 
“Get.. get undressed,” you let out, “I.. want you to fuck me. Sir.”
Watching as his eyes darkened, you knew you were in trouble. The good kind of trouble. His shirt came off first, and you couldn’t help staring at his toned body. Pants and boxer briefs came off next, leaving the two of you fully naked, finally. Your eyes widened as you noticed just how big he was. He reached down and slid his fingers down your slit, and a loud moan came out of your mouth. Chuckling, he began rubbing circles on your clit, sliding your slick around as he inserted two fingers, watching you react under his touch. It didn’t take long for you to be dripping, his fingers easily sliding in and out of your hole. 
“Breathe, baby,” he assured you as he slid the tip of his cock to your entrance. Immediately, you felt the burn of a stretch that, surprisingly, you welcomed. Breathing through your nose, you gripped his shoulders, allowing him to set the pace as he slowly pushed inch by inch into you. As he bottomed out inside of you, he kissed your lips gently, with a passion that wasn’t there before. It surprised you, but you allowed yourself to be devoured by him then. “Color?”
“Green,” you replied as you nodded under his lips, the feeling of his cock filling you overtaking you now. With that, he pushed himself up and gripped both of your hands in his, pinning them against the bed at the sides of your head as he pulled back and thrusted deep into you, hitting every spot you didn’t know you had. You let out a gasp as he continued powering into you, feeling his cockhead drag against your g-spot just right. Just then, he stopped, leaving you whining at the loss of his dick inside of you. 
“Flip over. Ass up, baby,” he let out, lightly tapping the side of your thigh. You lifted your waist and began to twist to flip onto your hands and knees, but suddenly you were grabbed by the waist as Taehyung flipped you himself, shoving your face into the pillow underneath you. He thrusted deep into you again, not wasting any time letting you adjust to him this time. At this angle, he was able to hit your g-spot even easier, and you immediately moaned out his name, feeling like you were already about to come.
“What’s that?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his deep voice.
“Tae.. Sir.. I’m gonna come!” you gasped out, barely able to form words. At this point, you weren’t sure if it was from how good he was making you feel, or from how your mouth was shoved down against your pillow, but either way, you weren’t lying. A few thrusts later, you were crying out his name again, shuddering as your orgasm washed over you. You shook, barely able to hold yourself up as Taehyung continued pushing into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he got closer to his own orgasm. 
“You’re gonna regret that, baby. I didn’t hear you ask permission, did I?” he asked as his hand swung down onto your ass cheek, leaving a stinging handprint where he made contact. You yelped, gulping as he thrusted as deep as he could, leaving fingerprints in the dip of your hips. He stuttered, pulling out of you, and you felt hot spurts land on your ass as he finished.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, watching as he covered you in his release. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he stood and walked to your bathroom, coming back minutes later with a cloth. Cleaning you up quickly, he smacked your ass again, forcing a yelp from your exhausted body.
“Tae..” you started, turning over onto your back. Watching as he left your bedroom again, you pulled your comforter over yourself, feeling suddenly shy. You had just fucked your best friend, and who knew what would happen now. Before you could really think about it, he was back, and he seemed like his normal, goofy self again. Like the persona he’d just taken on in your bed had never existed.
“There’s a lot of things I’m having to let slide from tonight. But I wasn’t joking when I said you’d regret that. Next time, I won’t be so easy on you,” he said with a smirk, pushing you to the side to slide in bed next to you. 
“Next time?” you asked, incredulous. 
Taehyung chuckled, kissing your temple gently.
“Oh, baby. You thought I was done with you? No,” he laughed out in a mocking tone, “I’ve been craving you for years. Now that I’ve had a taste, I only want more.”
Your eyes widened as Taehyung kissed your temple once more, pulling you closer to him.
What in fresh hell had you gotten yourself into?
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thekaykery · 3 months
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Chimni
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Ruler: Park Jimin
Crystal: Aquamarine
Capital: Quamari (qua-mar-ree)
Society
Like Sugaru, Chimni also closely follows Armi, keeping the Continent safe with ancient magic the Seers possess. It is a common practice to bless newborns with Armi's luck to let fate guide them as they grow. The people of Chimni are lucky because of this, which sometimes gets them into trouble when visiting other countries. Chimnians are positive and hopeful, a little stubborn too. Peace and harmony are the foundations of every household. The youth are respectful towards their elders. They keep the youth in check, which is why violence is a rare occurrence. Chimni is additionally a popular vacation spot. Its glittering cities and delightful scenery draw people in from other countries and lands, as it is a wonderful place to live out one's golden years.
Economy
Chimni profits from ore in the mountains, such as silver, copper, steel, and iron. The main treasure, however, are the precious gems within the caves. Aquamarine, diamond, and emerald are the 3 native crystals. They are sent out to jewelers and craftsmen across the Continent. There is another crystal as well. It is rare and can be found deep within Chimni's lakes: Omala. It is said to have healing properties. Freshwater fish is another source of income, in addition with grain and livestock.
Environment & Climate
Since Chimni is about halfway through the Continent, it experiences all kinds of weather: Heavy rain, high winds, scorching heat. An occasional winter storm will blow through from Joonia and Kooju. For most of the year, Chimni is gently warm with momentary cold flashes. Mountains and forests are littered across Chimni, lakes and rivers mapping the land. In northern Chimni, the soil is brittle and dry because of the cold. Further south, it is moist and fertile.
Jimin as High Seer
Background
Born to a human mother and High Fae father, Jimin did not have a nice childhood. He was often mocked, called “halfbreed” and “impure.” Because of this, Jimin struggled with his self-esteem and confidence growing up. He began loving himself for who he is in the early part of his first century of life. Losing his mother was incredibly tough. When his father tired of ruling Chimni, Jimin took the helm and became High Seer. The adjustment was difficult. Most of the fae turned their backs on him. The humans, however, loved him, thankful that their new leader understood them. His mother, nicknamed Mother of the Seer, is often included in their prayers. They are grateful to her for blessing the country with a half-human ruler.
Personality
Jimin is a kind and gentle soul. His relationship with his people is important to him. Though his connections with the fae are tenuous, Jimin is close with his human subjects. These are his mother’s people. Jimin is eternally thankful they accepted him. He can be mischievous at times, and his teasing can get him into trouble. He is handsome, and Jimin wields it to his advantage, alluring women and flustering men alike. He is headstrong and brave. Jimin is close with High Priest Yoongi of Sugaru. Yoongi is Armi’s direct voice, and Jimin occasionally receives visions from her. Some are vague; others are clear. Due to Jimin’s gift, this allows Chimni and Sugaru to have a dexterous relationship.
Hierarchy of the Seers
High Seer/Seeress
Seer/Seeress
Novice
Acolyte
Strongest branches of militia
Although the Continent is at peace, each country has prepared forces ready for battle. These forces are for external invasion rather than internal. Chimni's strongest battalion is the aria (airforce). Since a small portion of Chimni is shared with the sea, it is an unlikely place of intrusion. Air patrols are vital to the safety of Chimni and its people.
Religion
Like Sugaru, Chimnians mainly practice armina. This is most common in human households. Other religions – catallia, jedwa, ismala, and lukana – are also present and practiced. The fae previously worshiped Armi, but after her death, they stopped and forgot her.
Important locations
Will be added
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sweetiereads · 1 year
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dreamlike letters ; bangtan monthly fics
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hi loves! welcome to the masterpost of my monthy reads. they are primarily bts fics, as they are my ult group. but there are some members sprinkled in there from other kpop groups too. be sure to send the authors your love and support ♡
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❥ january / 2023 ❥ february / 2023 ❥ march / 2023 ❥ april / 2023 ❥ may / 2023 ❥ june / 2023
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singguks · 2 years
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my dearest, ii | taehyung
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synopsis. on a fine summer, a young woman goes to the small town of long grove to spend some time with her family. meeting taehyung was as unexpected as facing their differences. still, over the course of one passionate and carefree summer spent by the big bear lake, the two grow to find what love really is, or what he always knew—they were meant to be.
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pairing. taehyung x oc
genre. 1940 au ㆍ drama ㆍ fluff ㆍ eventual smut
word count. 3817
warnings. romantic tae but also longing tae  ㅠㅡㅠ
rating. PG-13
a/n. to celebrate @taespocket day ♡ much like this chapter, i realized one comes into life alone, and also goes out of it that way... but if it's my choice, i chose to spend the middle of it all by your side. thank you for filling my heart with wonderful worlds and everlasting sparks!!
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chapters.  1 — 2 — 3
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CHAPTER TWO — LIKE A RIVER FLOWS, SURELY TO THE SEA
       Narrator's point of view.
It had been easy for her to fall in love with Taehyung. 
Starting by the way he approached her on the street, a few days later from the nightly barbecue, with a jazzy walk and a grin on his lips. He had promptly shown her two tickets for the debut movie Let George Do It! that had cost him a day of work to buy. He had hidden the fact very well with his lazy smile and carefree stance, jokingly insisting for her to attend the theater with him on that Friday evening. 
“Sure! I’d love to” she had answered, doing her best to feign neutrality. Deo wasn’t an expert when it came to men, the only previous experience she had was due to school dances or the soda shops she loved so much. But even if she would mostly dance with her girlfriends, she knew she had to seem a little disinterested in whatever a boy suggested. 
Contrary to her, Taehyung opened the biggest smile as soon as her answer fell from her lips. It was funny how he rejected everything society had made her learn, and that perhaps was what made it so easy to fall for him. 
“Alright! I guess I’ll see you tonight then” he said looking deep inside her eyes. “Seven sharp.” 
When he walked away, turning back to steal her a last glance and then mimicking a seven with his hands — which made her bite a smile and nod agreeable — she was certain he had not sensed how euphoric she had been inside. 
Or how she went home walking above the clouds. 
She looked at herself in the small mirror hung inside Hyori’s wardrobe door. Two dresses in hand and indecisiveness to her glance. Her cousin, who had been watching her from her bed, had let slip some information that made Deo look back at that moment with Taehyung with a fuzzy heart. 
“He must really like you,” was what escaped Hyori’s lips that bit down a smile. And when Deo asked why, overly curious but again posing as a bit indifferent to the subject, the answer she received made both dresses seem to lose their initial spark. 
To her, a city girl, going to the movies was as common as going grocery shopping. Her father was well enough in life to give her the freedom of buying whatever she needed without paying much mind. Never once in her life, she has had to dwell much about a purchase, whatever it was. And the big city had its perks too — there was never a dull moment, as each and every month something new opened in town. 
But as her cousin started talking about her dating life, she realized how different their realities were. She learned that in Long Grove, the only attraction in town was usually the theater or the annual fair, besides that, there wasn’t anything else to do. At least not anything that costs money. When Hyori confessed to only going to the movies with Namjoon twice ever since they started dating, Deo’s stomach was filled with butterflies and she hurriedly tried to look for something fancier to wear inside her belongings. 
“Not that he can’t afford to take me once in a while, but I always say no, so we can save some money…” the dark-haired girl confessed, “And it got even more romantic now. Only getting to go on special occasions!” 
That night, when the clock marked six thirty, she took a last glance at herself in the mirror, twirling the skirt of her dress to see how she looked from all angles. She applied another coat of her soft lipstick making her lips look plumper, and then passed by the living room where her parents and uncles were, to wave a shy goodbye. She avoided her mom’s inquisitive stare, knowing that if their eyes were to meet she would know for a fact that her daughter wasn’t going out with a girlfriend but with a boy. And God forbid if her mom caught her lying. 
Hyori accompanied her to the theater or claimed to have done so. A block away from the agreed place, the jet-black-haired girl left Deo, locking arms with Namjoon instead. He had been anxiously waiting for her so they could spend some deserving time alone. 
On the way to the theater, Deo caught a glance of her reflection through a window, taking the opportunity to check one last time how she looked and to fix her hair — which was sporting big curly waves tonight. In the back of her mind, the thought of having gone overboard with her silky — yet flowy — blue button-up dress crossed her mind. It’s best to go overdressed than underdressed, she decided. 
And then it was seven o’clock. Taehyung had been punctually waiting for her right by the front doors of the establishment. He was wearing grey tailored pants — a big baggy — a white dress-up shirt, and a brownish flat cap that matched his shoes. A style not so different from when she first met him, but she could tell he had paid attention to looking more formal than usual, starting with his hair brushed back. 
“Hi,” he said, taking a few steps to meet her halfway, and then offering her his arm.
“Hi,” she answered holding it gladly with a cheeky smile. “A gentleman… I see.”
Taehyung showed her a playful grin. “As all men should be… At least almost always.” Deo unconsciously held his arm tighter, her breathing faltering for brief moments. 
“But the entrance is that… way,” she started confused when Taehyung led her in the opposite direction.
“Oh yeah, I just thought maybe you’d like something to snack on?” the boy by her side pointed to a stand across the street with his head, “But we can go inside if you don’t want anything.” he stopped mid-track waiting for her answer. 
She eyed the lit-up stand across the street pensively. There were too many options there, and suddenly the strawberry blonde girl didn’t know what to do. 
“Why don’t we buy a box of Mike and Ike?” Taehyung suggested amused, “You know, just to try.” 
The girl squeezed his arm tight once more, opening a radiant smile, “I was just thinking the same!” and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh. He knew that was not what she was thinking, he had noticed how her eyes scanned the stand hesitantly, going back and forward. But he found the act cute, so he pretended to believe while he looked at her with fondness nodding his head. 
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The butterflies on her stomach accompanied her throughout the entirety of the night, fluttering their wings harder whenever Taehyung did something or came closer. Like when he leaned to her side as he laughed at something the actors said in the movie. Or when he suddenly whispered in her ear “I hesitated to say it earlier but you’re definitely the most beautiful girl ever stepping foot in this theater”. 
Deo felt blood flushing to her cheeks, and mentally thanked the fact she was in a dark theater room, where he could not see the redness on her face. She remembered her cousin saying she had never seen him with anyone else, but all his moves seemed confident and of a person with expertise. Still, she had to admit, whatever he was doing, was working.
“And why would you hesitate?” she caught herself asking close to his ear. 
A brighter scene of the movie flashed before them, making his expressions visible to her eyes. He showed her a boxy smile before coming closer again to whisper a cheeky confession. One that made her heart race. 
“Because I was nervous as soon as I laid eyes on you.” 
Deo kept her eyes trailed to the screen, unable to formulate a response. 
Truth be told, if she were to recall that specific moment, she didn’t pay much attention to the scenes unfolding before them. The only thing on her mind was how easily the boy sitting by her side made it to fall in love with him. 
She caught herself being more and more eager to listen to whatever he had to say. And he had cheerfully rambled on and on about how the jokes played out in the movie were so cleverly made. From the moment they passed through the theater doors while joyful laughter served as background noise to their conversation, and stepped foot on the sidewalk, Taehyung had already convinced her that dancing in the middle of a now desert road was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Deo couldn’t understand why it was so easy to give in to his requests. Even if she found most of them crazy or a little bit childish. For certain they didn’t fit the mold she was raised in. 
Even so, she found herself going to the middle of the road, her hand being embraced softly by his. 
First, they walked, side by side, while she glanced back every now and then searching for a vehicle that could run them over. Taehyung bit down a smile every time she did so. 
“So… Why did your family move away?” he asked, hands in his pockets, trying to take her mind off the danger she so eagerly held herself to. 
She snapped her head back to look at him. “Actually my aunt, Hyo’s mom, was who moved out from the city… To follow her husband that is.” 
“Oh,” he nodded contemplative, eyebrows furrowed and she felt the need to press her thumb down on them, to ease it. “And what is that your family do in the big city?” 
“You mean my dad’s job?” she asked, clasping her hands behind her back and forgetting completely that they were in the middle of a road. As Taehyung confirmed, she looked ahead with a sigh, “He’s the owner of the Scenery Gazette.” 
She glanced back at him to see his reaction. Every time she mentioned it to people, what followed was always the same — eyes full of sparks and cascades of questions about famous people and whatnot. People only cared for the status she held, or gossip she may have about the Hollywood faces. 
But the chocolate brown eyes of the boy beside her didn’t seem inquisitive or hungry for juicy tea. Instead, they gave her space to continue. Seemingly more interested in what she had to confide in him than in what she falsely had to say. 
“My parents want me to take over the business in the long run, instead of my older brother…” she admitted for the first time. Her shoulders dropped defeatedly. “Well, not me, but my future husband.” she chuckled but her eyes held nothing but sadness behind them. Perhaps even lack of hope. 
Taehyung thought of everything he could ask, or say. ‘Why wouldn’t they want your brother to run it?’ but on second thought, even if that was an important subject, the path of their talk would lead to another person than the girl kicking a little pebble with her shiny heels, looking rather discouraged. So he chose to take the lighter approach instead. Like his grandpa used to do with him when he was little and carried a heavy heart. 
“And you don’t seem so excited about that… Right?” He asked, offering a comprehensive smile. 
Deo nodded, “Would you?” she glanced at him, wondering if that boy walking quietly by her side would want to take over her family business. Maybe if he did so, it wouldn’t be so bad. 
Taehyung stopped walking and she did too, unconsciously. His eyes stared deeply inside hers, shifting from one to the other, with a calmness she had never known. “No”, he said. “I don’t think I would get excited about it.”
Something tugged at her heart. She looked down and nodded. “I didn’t think you would.” 
“I’m sure it’s a fantastical job, really. Like every and each is. But it’s just that I already have dreams of my own.” he offered her a rogue smile, his eyes just as calm and soft as the light breeze that grazed her locks. 
She looked up again. “Oh… Really?”
He looked from one side to another for the first time, but not for the same reasons she had previously done it. He wasn’t looking for cars, but for people. And like he was about to tell her a secret, he bent down. “I’m a painter.” 
“Painter?” she searched for his eyes, “What kind?” 
“Hopefully, one of the good ones.” 
She laughed. “Well, mister painter, I’d like to see one of your works one of these days”, she said. 
“My grandpa has some clients that come from the big city just for his jams, and some of them usually buy some pieces… I still don’t earn much with them, to be honest. But I’m trying to make a name for myself, and follow my dreams- That’s something, right? And I have a batch I’m working on. Maybe, if you want, you could stop by to see them sometime?” 
Deo’s eyes were filled with magic as she heard him speak. The thought of being brave enough to follow her dreams warmed her racing heart. She smiled, not being able to take her eyes from him anymore. “I’d love to.” 
He took the little box of Mike and Ike they weren’t able to finish inside the theater out of his pocket. He was about to offer her some when he stopped on the way. “Close your eyes.” 
She blinked at him confused and he chuckled. 
“Close them for brief seconds” and she did as he asked. “Alright, now. What flavor do you think you’re going to get?” 
She opened her eyes again, “What game is this?” and as he laughed at her uneasiness, he closed her eyes with the palm of his hand. She couldn’t help but notice how his long fingers engulfed her features as if she was nothing but a doll compared to his size. 
“What flavor?” he asked again.
“Hmm… I don’t know… Cherry?” she asked confused as to what he was doing. He shook the little box filled with candies by her ear making her hit him playfully. 
“Don’t open your eyes,” he said taking his hand off of them. It took a brief moment before he spoke again, and she could tell he was taking a piece of candy out of it. “Ok, say ‘ah’” with the little sweet scented rectangle right by her mouth, she opened it, taking in the flavor. 
He looked at her expectant. 
“I don’t get the concept of the game, but it’s not cherry,” she said amused. 
“It’s not?” he looked at her confused and then at the box, looking at the list with its flavors. “But it was red.” 
“It’s strawberry.” 
“Then it’s fate,” he stated simply. 
Her eyebrows furrowed. “How so? I asked for cherries”
Taehyung laughed and started walking backward, right in front of her, hiding the little box inside his pocket once again. “You didn’t ask. You assumed. And although I very much wanted to give you the cherry flavored one, life decided to give you another one.” 
“And that’s fate because…?”
“Because I own the most delicious strawberry jam around here. That means life put you on my path for a reason, doesn’t it?” he asked childishly but his smile had a devilish charm of his own. 
Her breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat. Even so, she tried her best to seem dismissive. “I still don’t see the point of the game.” 
“There isn’t one” Taehyung shrugged. His eyebrow raised like a silent dare, waiting for her to throw a tantrum. “I just made it up on the spot.” 
And she indeed threw a tantrum. A playful one. She wasn’t mad at him, not one bit. But she found it appropriate to scoff and go after him to at least try and hit him one time. She never managed to, however. 
They ran in circles, giggly, but as she was about to approach him, arm extended ready to hold on to his shirt, he pulled her by the hand — twirling her like a ballerina. 
As she came face to face with him again, he confessed, “You’re beautiful.” his hand still engulfed her own in the softest embrace. 
The traffic light right by her left suddenly shone a hue of red, as if advising that her heart was about to fail her. And right there, in the middle of the road, Kim Taehyung asked her something that no one had ever asked her before. “If you don’t want the Gazette for yourself… What do you want? Like, really want?”
“Wha-What do you mean?”, she asked still taken by surprise with an erratic heart. 
Taehyung pulled her softly towards him, and she went gladly, taking a few steps.
“If you close your eyes…” his voice was nothing but a whisper. 
Deo’s eyes fluttered, closing slowly, offering no resistance to his request this time. 
“If you imagine yourself happy, what is it that you see?” 
Me and all the glamour that a singer could have, Deo thought. She could see herself on top of a stage in a speakeasy or even in a movie, singing like a diva. Sporting nice silk dresses, and jewelry to match. She would like to live her life singing and dancing without thinking her dream was an impossible one, but her own reality instead. Oh, how she loved to lose herself in the beats of a funky tune…
She opened her eyes. “A house,” she answered. “One with big windows to let the sun shine through them… A big living room where I could dance freely, and maybe a big porch on the second floor for me to sit and sing. I’d have a nice husband who dances with me every night. And we would never fight. We’d have all these records of singers, and our dinners would always be so cheerful.” 
Taehyung smiled at her. 
He could see himself painting on that porch while she hummed some tune and the wind greeted them gently. He wasn’t sure how he would get there, to that dream, or even if he could afford such greatness. But he knew that he wanted to try. “Lot’s of records, huh?”, he mused over the idea. 
Deo nodded with a shy smile. “I’ve always loved the idea of having a house filled with music.”
“I like that.” Taehyung smiled at her, nodding to the idea. “My house was a bit like that… My grandpa has this neighborhood band of sorts,” he said and she chuckled finding it cute. 
The boy before her looked down like something was heavying his thoughts and instantly she wished she could lighten them. 
Taehyung knew he hadn’t much to offer a girl like her. She already had it all from where he was standing. But he could try, he knew he could. If it was up to him, she would have the best life ever. He would gladly take her to dance every evening in a spacious living room, buy her every record, and listen to her sing every night before closing his eyes to fall into a deep sleep. He would do his best for her to know she was loved and cared for. But most of all, for her to know that she was free. 
When their eyes met again, he pulled her closer. Their hands were still intertwined. 
This time, however, his free hand came to the small of her back, and for a second time froze. Is he going to kiss me now?, the girl thought nervous. A few miles away from the theater, on that calm night, Taehyung held her tight in his embrace, Deo’s cheek pressed on his chest. He started to move slowly from side to side. 
Suddenly a warmth irradiated her face, as she melted to the sound of his voice, singing her a song while they danced on that summer night, under the moon and traffic lights. 
♪ Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you ♫
♩ Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you? ♬
His voice was deep, velvety and it could warm the coldest of winters. The notes fell out of his lips with a minimum of effort, and Deo couldn’t help but feel secure. His presence was comfortable and easy to take in, just like a Sunday morning, or fresh baked cookies.
She felt herself letting go of all of her worries, so she sang for him too. 
♪ Like a river flows, surely to the sea ♬
♫ Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be ♩
While she sang, she heard what was about to become her favorite tune — his heartbeat. 
He pulled back for a moment to face her mesmerized. “Where have you been all this time?” 
She smiled feeling cheeky, shrugging. “I don’t know… Wandering around in another city,” and then she looked right at his chocolate eyes. “Looking for you.” 
After that Taehyung held her face as gently as he could, kissing her as he had wanted to do ever since he had met her. Their kiss tasted like strawberries, and as she tugged on his collar, she realized — there was no turning back. She had fallen for him. 
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PRESENT DAYS
       Taehyung's point of view.
Lately, it seemed that every time I closed my eyes at night it meant I would be seeing myself in my twenties again. And consequently, seeing her. 
And I can’t seem to understand if my heart keeps tugging because I long for that summer, or if it’s a plea for me to forget all about it. But how could I do so? Four years had already gone by and no matter what was thrown my way, I was never able to forget her eyes. 
I did have a period of time when those memories felt like fading. Or like they didn’t exist at all; nothing but a vivid creation of my own mind. Those had been the worst moments of my life. 
Perhaps now, the memories came back as a way of haunting me for what I was about to do. And I can’t help but laugh at the thought. That was something she would definitely do if she could… Haunt me for selling a house she wanted so much. 
But where was her if that was the case? Where was her as I walked these rushed concrete streets, of a city that never seems to sleep, making my way to yet another buyer? 
And for the first time in a long while I caught myself wondering if she was singing on another porch that was not my own with a mourning heart. 
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🍓 TO BE CONTINUED… 
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delugguk · 2 years
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For the prompt request, #7 softly smiling at each other from across the room & “c'mere, you” w/ taehyung 💕
requests from this post
pair: taehyung x reader
what happens here?: fluff
word count: 461
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you were proud of him, you adored everytime you saw him do what he loves the most. something about the way his eyes glistened and how animately he moved each time he interacted with other people. being a little shy about it, he could open up so fast once he was comfortable enough around new people. it wasn't always this hard or easy for him, but he has learned through the years. in both ways from how you can get to learn things in life.
seeing him right now as he gets ready for a magazine shoot, he was everything to you. you've realised that once again. mostly when he took his time to take a few glances at you when nobody seemed to look. but it wasn't always that way. sometimes, he even dares to keep his stare even when people were putting make up on him. It made you shy, but he loved making you feel that way. he loved knowing he could make your stomach flip around with just one look but it all was because he also knows you have the same effect on him.
when he thinks you aren't around, there's you glancing at him, giving him a reassuring smile that absolutely could heal many of his past scars. he believes that if he ever had new ones, you will be able to heal them. damn, you would even prevent that for happening so in other words, nobody could hurt him if you were around and he liked that. he loved that.
but just how much?
so when he's nervous that's what he always do. search for you. search for you with his eyes, making sure that you're there, letting you know that he's thinking about you. letting himself know if you're good too, if you need anything because he could inmediately give you everything and those were the little moments he loved the most whenever you visited his work.
when your eyes meet across the room, when the corners of both of your mouths lift in sync into a warm smile and when he softly mouthed "c'mere, you." each time he had a break and his hand synched within his words and his lips didn't seemed to leave yours once left alone,
but the smile he carried into the next schedules and the passion inside his eyes? the way he always called for you first? to let you in into his world like that? yeah, you were proud of him and yeah you loved him very much because if he wanted you to be his cheerleader, you were more willing to do so. loving him this much made you a part of him, and so you were definitely his as much as he was, yours.
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penny-quinn · 2 years
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Jar of 🍯 honey
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Pairing: bts taehyung ×reader
Genre: fluff, angst, modern,
Warnings: none, but if there maybe please let me know.
Word count: 1.3k
A/n: heyy!! So, I don't have internet atleast, till a month so I'll rarely be active but I've got about 6 more fics in my pocket!! So be ready ☺️☺️ and I loved writing it!! Wrote it on the middle of the night... listening to folklore as it was Raining outside...
(reference to don't wanna cry by seventeen)
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" The bed seems so big" I whispered just like any other restless night. The rain was pouring outside my window, while I was trying my best to catch some sleep.
And yet I couldn't. I'd usually toss and twirl, twisting in my bed sheets all by myself but today was a little different.
These raining nights were reminders; I still hadn't moved on.
" Tae! Umm! Don't! I'm cooking" I said as his hands swirled around my waist while his chin was on my nape… kissing the back of my ears as he whispered " baby, look at me…I need love too"
Winey as always. He never grew up…..Turning off the gas, I turned towards him; caught in-between his sturdy arms and the kitchen counter.
" Hehe.. get out of the way! We need to eat" I said and yet the glint in his eyes was very clear; he was leaving me no soon. He turned off the lights and opened the top of the refrigerator.Instantly grabbing my waist and hands, he caught me into his trap. As we danced our way under the refrigerator line, the smile on my face didn't seem to lit off at all.
His big hands wrapped around mine, our breath just inches apart; stealing kisses every few seconds…. Joy and laughter had filled up the air.
Taehyung; he was a special lad. The memories we had shared…. They were some of the best moments of my life. Sometimes I-I shed a few tears as his memories came haunting me back.
On lifeless nights like these, I'm reminded of our first encounters. We were nothing more than neighbors.
In his untidy, small apartment he lived with dark circles under his eyes. The rooms were very monochrome. Yet on his cabinets were many sets of cameras. He loved photography.
As I recalled the day we met, I realized; I was soo young. Too young and naïve and reckless; irresponsibly falling in love with an older man….. breaking my heart a million times.
As a youthful young adult, I knocked on his door. I had just been freed from the shackles of my parents; tiny steps to being independent. But he was not; he was an adult chained down by the responsibilities and duties.
Sometimes I wonder how he fell for me; it was a ghostly thought, a secret I've kept away even from him. And I think, " will he fall for me if we met now?" Again, I agitate…. These wondrous questions and answers fill up my head like a bird floating in the clouds.Maybe he won't afterall he may have just liked my youthfulness or maybe he will as he sees the stillness of an adult within the heart of a young girl. But none of it matters as we we won't ever cross paths and if we will;
" Hello! I'm your new neighbor… y/n s/n" I said bringing my hands for the handshake. His mouth was shaped like a rectangle as he heard me speak. " Oh-oh… I'm Kim Taehyung. ``
The gloomy man had kept it short and simple. Maybe he had felt too tired just from the energy I had been beaming.He welcomed me in. His veiny hands were the first things I had noticed as he pulled off the curtains letting the sunshine inside.
" What are these?" His drowsy eyes pointed out while I flustered, pink tinted around my cheeks…. Oh the girlish charms. " Oh! This is a jar of honey and some cookies I have baked. Please have it" I gave it to him with my two hands.
Little did he know that his life wasn't going to be as peaceful as he liked. Ha, maybe he too had realized that he wouldn't be the same…. But why should he? I know I should stop but how could I live as one when my other half is missing? With these thoughts of what if's I've been leading myself to sleep.
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" The next time we meet, let's meet with smiles on our cheeks rather than tears. Tears don't look good on your face" said Taehyung as he wiped the drops of tears which twinkled under the shallow orange lights of the countryside.
" How could I when you're my muse" I wanted to say but rather following my mind I said " mee too. I don't want to cry on our next encounter" The morning was very crisp.
A faint scent of sea bleaked the entire air. Was it because of the fresh craps I'd eaten the day before?
Whatever….
I wore a crop v-necked sweater followed by a very long coat in purple. Saturday's weren't very eventful as my insomnia got worse I could barely get a wink of sleep yet I think I had a decent amount of sleep; probably around 3 hours?It was 6:39 am in the morning. Wrapping the muffler around my neck I headed out.
These streets, they once used to be ours and now; I'm barely familiar with 'um. As I breathed cold air formed around my lips and vaporised…. Warming my hands by clasping them on each other I walked. It had been a while since I was in the main town. There weren't a lot of people; just like I liked it.
On the large billboard were the interviews of people I didn't care… I walked aimlessly.
" Oh! This book as you've realized is very special to my heart" That voice! It was too familiar to be true.
Looking up I saw taehyung. Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears but I didn't want to cry.I just stood there as I heard the interview." This book that I've just published…. It's monochrome but not with black and white with black and red or white or blue.The set of colours are plain and simple but the contrast and the beauty is what sets them apart." Taehyung concluded.
Maybe the general audience wouldn't know but I knew.The hint of shakiness in his voice, the way his hands were sweaty; him licking his lips more usual.I'd seen it too much to not know…. He wasn't nervous but on the contrary he was agonizing.
Somewhat it painted his heart to speak about his recent " Oh! I see….. on the cover page we see a brown and yellow contrasting honey jar. Why did you keep it on the cover page?" The interview goes.
As they showed the cover page, my heart stopped for a second. The picture was very painful." Oh! If you look below it it writes Winter charms….. the jar of honey is the first encounter; the first charm. So the page has elegance written somewhere. But it's hidden" he gave a weary smile.Not the usual happy one, his eyes hadn't crinkled." Oh! So it's a treasure hunt huh? Photographer van Tae" the interviewer teasing says while Tae, he decides to just smile it away….
As I saw his face, I realized it wasn't just me who was suffering. Maybe we both needed to let it go. " I forgive you, '' I whispered. Although he broke my heart into a million pieces, I forgave him. Not because he had dedicated a whole book to me but because I wanted to set myself free.
" I love you, because the word love isn't enough to express my feelings for you….So the next time we meet, I don't want to cry"
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liveyun · 2 months
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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 ; TEASER
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pairing. kim taehyung x female oc/reader
genre. fantasy carnival AU, smut in the full fic
rating. 18+
warnings for the teaser. NSFW , ‘ tarot card readings which are totally made up by me, and the possibilities are probably inaccurate , tae gets an er3ction (1) , he's confused
word count. 727 (12-13k for the full fic)
est. release date : mid-february(?)
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The shadows surrender to reveal the deck of cards beneath the flickering glow of a dying candle.
A soft sigh escapes his lips.
It wasn't uncommon for Taehyung to feel an initiative connection towards the deck he handles, or organizes, but what makes him intensely inquisitive is that once again, he feels the meticulous change about his surroundings. The sudden rise in temperature causes perspiration to gather around his temple, his throat cracking up with thirst, brain clogging up with an exhilarating energy which renders his mind empty.
The deck of cards resonate around his nimble fingers, and the glow of his jacquard fabric on his shawl glimmering a brilliant shine in his dim chamber. Taehyung’s hazel eyes concentrate on the message which they are trying to communicate; but something tells him that they're not messages, but rather, a signal. For him, to him.
Initially confused, he's not unfamiliar to any of the emotions he's going through, though. If anything, his heart palpitations grow as each whisper grows deeper in the depths of the night, and the stirring of his cock within his robes tells him that the message is solely for him; something which is a cue to be the querent.
With an anxious heart and an innate desire to understand what's the interpretation, he's quite relieved that the Arcana still resonates through their apprentices.
Lust.
His usually cold and eerily quiet chamber now tingles with the melody of the herb bottles crinkling against each other, notifying him of a possible augury. Whether it was a good one, or a bad one, was totally now upto what his fate had in for him.
His mind drifts over to the time when he used to work for his Master, and how his master especially warned him of the introspection sometimes the existential wisdom can lead him through the magical realm. A longing press vibrates against his chest at the remainder, something he admittedly made himself forget. A deep yearn for something, something.
Melancholy.
Shifting uncomfortably in his mat, Taehyung spreads out the deck of cards grasped within his hands on the table, each one carrying the weight of a story yet to unfold. His pupils dilate, threatening to shallow the thin, tawny ring surrounding them as his own energy intertwined with the symbolism of the cards, something Taehyung knew was necessary for proper response.
His hands, shuffling down the two decks to feel which card, frenzied their energies to reach out to him; his calculating gaze locked with the cards spread out and the energy between them pulsed with intensity. It was a representation of the unseen forces at play—a dance of hearts, an exploration of desire, suppression of feelings and congested desires.
His eyes widen when his brain tries to examine the possibility of two voices together in the realm; and when his hands sort out the two cards together to place them on the velvety rug, his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, hiding underneath the black shawl he draped himself in.
The bubbling confusion dies in this throat. Impossible.
The Lovers card, now revealed, depicted two figures entwined in a dance; and right beside it stays the Five of Cups, unveiled in its melancholic vicinity, portrayed a solitary figure standing amidst spilled cups.
His palms feel sweaty by the time his lips part to withdraw an exasperated sigh, equally puzzled and frustrated about the peculiar and out of the box combination; but his heart throbbed at the confirmation of what he had surmised already.
So did his cock.
Even in the realms of clandestine destiny, there was no answer to which face of the conjuncture was for him— he wasn't bothered about any, but he was for the fact that the realm chose him. Arcana chose this odd combination for him. Ever since he's been told to never ever doubt Arcana and Their choices, Taehyung couldn't help but feel uncanny when he felt the tapestry of emotions inside him swirl like crazy— melancholy poking his heart with a potential to Destroy—and his body burning with the ache to touch himself, to please himself.
Yet none exceeded the excitement he felt at that moment, the dim illumination of the chamber making the glimmer of his eyes stand out with a grin stretched on his ridiculously pretty face.
Afterall, he was chosen for the fortune hour.
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a/n : this idea of fortune reader!tae has been on my mind rent free ever since the season greetings 2022 has been out 😫 though this genre is totally new and difficult for me to write, i’ve had fun writing it so far! i’m currently at 7k words and wanted to share it with readers to know your opinion.
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pffbts · 2 years
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title. a moment of indulgence.
genre. romance; slice of life; mature themes.
characters. kim taehyung x reader | no supporting character.
word count: 2.7k
warnings. acts and mentions of smoking.
author`s note.  well, this is unusual of me. few weeks ago while i was stuck with some major creative block, i was reading some tagore in its original text i.e bengali (which is my mother tongue like the poet himself) & i came across this song in the fic below. being completely enraptured by the words, the idea of this little delicate story sprung in my head. so, i hope you`ve a wonderful time reading it because i sure did have a good time writing it. as always, thank you for being here with me & happy reading!
source poem used. song no.5 i.e a moment`s indulgence by rabindranath tagore (original text in bengali from gitobitan, later compiled & translated to english in gitanjali published in 1912)
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[04:25 PM] [there will always be someone who`ll find all the keys to your heart]
“i ask for a moment`s indulgence,” taehyung starts as he sits down next to the bathtub without much of a sound except for his baritone voice filling up the silence, “to sit by thy side.”
at first, you only gingerly open your eyes at the man`s utterance of the familiar words. head tilted to your left, you gaze lazily up at taehyung whose own head is hung low, his long delicate fingers which resembles that of an old soul of a pianist is tracing the binding of the book and his eyes follow the words printed on the pages of the same object that he holds in his hand.
“the works i have in hand i will finish afterwards,” with a swift move of his deep set eyes, taehyung glances at you, who finds yourself smiling, feeling the tiredness stuck to your limbs like thousand years old rust that slowly fades away into the water.
“tagore?” you ask him.
the man only nods.
“i was going to wait…but then i couldn`t,” these were not the words of the poem but rather it was of taehyung`s own.
“what for?” you ask in a voice that had little to no strength.
“to tell you that this poem reminds me of you,”
the rippling sound of water fills up the bathroom as you move in the bathtub. resting your arms folded on top of the porcelain edge, you come close to taehyung while he pushes the stool closer to the tub out of instinct. you gaze up at him and discover the shy smile at the corner of his mouth as he pulls at his lower lip to give it a small lick.
“read me more,” you whisper, encouraging him to which he leans his back against the tiled wall.
“away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,” he continues at your encouragement, “and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.”
you close your eyes and listen to the words of a poet that reminds you of a home in the past through a voice of someone who resembles the framework of your present home. without looking, you can feel the sun drowning outside the big window with closed glass shutters that is next to the bathtub filled with water and foams in which your bare self is partially submerged in. you feel the warmth of the dying sun against your wet back and the voice of the man you trust yourself with.
the hue of the sunset illuminates taehyung`s face, blending the shadows of his edges to the softness of his honey coloured skin as he glances at your tranquil face listening to his recitation. it isn`t much, he thinks to himself, but he would rather spend such moments with you without any hesitation than plan out a whole date in a restaurant far too foreign for both of your taste considering neither of you like to stay away from home. dwelling in the mundanities of this shared life and finding a family in each other`s comfortable silence cancels out all the dates and rendezvous he can plan out for both of you.
this reminds you that, every morning, taehyung goes out to the shop across the street to buy two lollipops. he always makes sure that both of them stay close to his heart which is to mean, inside his sole left breast pocket of his laundry clean shirts of every different artsy print. both of this lollipops are meant for yours truly.
it`s been six months now, that you`ve been trying to give up smoking. it is shocking to say the least but you`ve always been quite alienated to the act of smoking and yet there you were, last year puffing into your lungs at least four to five cigarettes per day to blow out the hidden frustrations from somewhere deep within yourself.
it came from all the stress. there was initially a strong reason why you did what you did and taehyung saw it all. he was after all the sole living witness of everything. he would watch you day and night sitting at your study desk, smoking one stick after another while trying to finish your masters and yet the end of the story was not just that.
being completely independent and far from home, you had to juggle countless part-time jobs while at the same time applying for all the internships you can convince yourself to. you had to keep aiming for good grades and on top of that you had to keep yourself sane enough through all the unnecessary anxieties that your brain creates for no apparent reason.
an outlet was definitely what you were asking for but the road to that wasn`t quite right. so six months ago, on the day you graduated with your masters, taehyung made you promise something.
on that very day, he was waiting for you on the other side of the street from your university, waving his hand like a child at his school gate who has finally found his mother in the vast crowed. exhilarations filled your heart up to its brim as you saw the familiar boxy smile among the thousand other smiles which seemed to be boring ones in your eyes. crossing the street, you cling to him, wrapping an arm around his back while he did the same to you pulling you close to his chest. it was so close that you could hear his heart beating out of his chest.
“did you run here?” you had asked him.
“huh? ah yes! the director of that gallery wasn`t letting go of me for god`s sake,” he laughed as he told you.
you place the cigarette that was lit in your other hand in-between your lips as you put your palm on top of his left chest, caressing the top of his clothed heart to soothe out his loud heartbeats.
“ah no that won`t do,” you heard taehyung say as he took the cigarette off of your mouth and threw it to the ground, stomping on the still lit up edge of it.
“hey that was brand new!” you complained.
“promise me, ______,” he said in a stern voice that was still rounded at the edges, as he took the hand of yours that was still upon his heart and placed it against his cheek, “because this is a new beginning of yours, promise me you`ll give up smoking.”
saying this, he took out a lollipop out of his breast pocket and unwrapped the wrapper and shoved it gently in your mouth as you looked up at him with wide surprised eyes, “we can try together, can`t we?” he asked you with a set of pleading eyes and a kiss on your forehead.
back to present, you`ve improved a lot from that situation even though the lollipop buying thing has become like a good old habit of taehyung. you told him both you might end up getting cavities at this rate.
another good thing is that now you have a permanent job at the museum and you get to have one and half days off every weekend which gives you enough time in the world to spend with your live-in boyfriend, who is the same man that recites you a poem that tagore originally wrote dedicating to the divine power, to a certain god that he believes in.
you wondered if taehyung knew that this poem is like a prayer, a song of devotion for a certain belief.
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after telling you that you can now get into the bathtub that he has already filled up with warm water after he was done with his own bath, taehyung ran his fingers through his wet locks, shaking them up and then pulling them back. his eyes caught the sight of a copy of gitanjali (literal translation: song offerings) that he had borrowed from the library while coming back home from the art gallery.
although he wishes he knew the tongue of the poet that is renowned all over the world so that he can understand the text in its original language, currently he doesn`t have any options but to lean onto the english translation of the collection that tagore himself did which later went on to win asia`s first nobel prize in 1913. although he wished he found a better version in his own mother tongue.
nevertheless unlike your thoughts which he wasn`t aware of, taehyung has already done a little research of his own before issuing this book. he knew what was the theme of these poems or rather songs and yet when he came across song number 5, he couldn`t stop his eyes from diverting its attention upon the gingerly closed door of the bathroom.
without thinking of alerting your calm self that`s engulfed in the warm water of the bathtub, taehyung walked into the hollow space. he doesn`t greet you with any simple “hello`s” but rather he starts winding up his voice to the words of the song that reminds him so much of what you are to him.
“today the summer has come to my window with its sighs and murmurs” taehyung continues, stealing occasional peeks at your serene face upon which your beautiful eyes are closed, listening to his words.
does it comfort you enough? he asks his own curious self. what does this words that he dedicates to you truly mean in-between both of you? are you like something divine in his eyes that he wishes to forever pray to and worship in every form? if you`re the god in this, then is this love that he shares with you at every dawn and dusk a religion that binds both of you up like the red string of fate?
“and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.”
an unsettledness bubbles up inside taehyung`s chest, like the beating of a mysterious drum from a certain distance across the curb in front of this apartment. he wants to push away the book, to selfishly not have a single care to this precious collection of words set in gold. he wants to get off this stool, be on his knees and hold you close. he wants to kiss your collarbones shaped like the wings of a spring bird and the corners of your mouth that pulls in so visibly when you give him your own kind of a smile.
he wants to taste your day at the curve of your neck and immerse himself at the feel of your fingers that still has the faded trace of ink digging into the now faintly wet strands of his jet black hair. taehyung wants you to pull him against your wet glistening bare self and mess up his just worn clean white t-shirt. he wants you to ask him to join you in the bathtub and kiss you like he has always dreamt of.
“now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this  silent and overflowing leisure.”
the poem ends and the drums at the far away street wins. the bubbles inside his chest foams up inside his mouth and taehyung gets off the stool, placing the book upon it before pushing it away. at the sound of the sudden commotion in front of you, you open your eyes to discover the man you love unfold your arms from the porcelain edge of the bathtub and wrap them around his shoulders while simultaneously lifting your naked self up against himself.
“tae, your t-shirt-” you start only to be stopped midway.
taehyung closes his eyes and places uncountable soft yet desperate kisses upon your neck that instantly sends a tingle down your spine and makes you clasps onto the cloth that clings to his back which you were previously concerned with getting wet from the water.
“i`m sorry….” he tells you against your ear. shaking your head, you hoped he got your answer.
“can we stay like this for a while?” taehyung asks.
“of course,” you smile and tell him as you rest your cheek against his shoulder, “but what about your clothes?”
“it doesn`t matter. holding you is more important.”
you bite down your lower lip stopping yourself from letting out a gentle giggle.
minutes passes by as you both stay like that on both of your knees; him on the marbled bathroom floor and you, against the porcelain of the bathtub. taehyung soon realizes that your knees might be hurting and he pulls away with a weary look, feeling guilty for the previous uproar inside his chest that was somewhat caused by the poem and the way he couldn`t stop picturing you through those words.
“you okay?” you stare up at him, concern laced in your voice and eyes searching for the reason behind that look on his face, “it`s okay, i don`t mind, really.”
“i`m sorry, your knees,” taehyung starts to which you take his face in your palms and make him look you in the eye.
“it`s absolutely fine,” you console him as tenderly as possible.
the man stares at you for a while and then lifts his hand to caress the strands of hair that`s sticking to the side of your face, “will you let me wash your hair for you?”
the question surprises you and suddenly, the bathroom gets filled up with you soft chuckle-like laughter.
“is that what you want to do?” you ask him as if he`s suddenly a child in front of you asking you if he can watch his favourite cartoon show because he`s sad.
taehyung nods his head, a very intangible pout surfacing up on his mouth. without answering ‘yes’ through any words, you place a soft kiss on his lips sealing the deal.
“yes?” brows lifted, he asks you to which you shrug your shoulders and turn around in the tub. leaning back against the porcelain surface, your back facing taehyung`s eyes, you wait for him to start his magic show.
“yep, that`s definitely an yes,” taehyung nods to himself, a determined look plastered on his face away from your eyes.
“i`ll put the book away and be back in seconds, okay?” he gives a peck on top of your head and rushes out of the bathroom, placing the copy of gitanjali on the bedside desk and runs back into the bathroom just like he promised, in seconds.
soon, all kinds of mundane sounds and smell filled up the hollowness of the bathroom of you two: the drag of the stool back to its place, the click of the shampoo bottle along with its aroma, the sound of a man in a partially wet t-shirt humming a certain lullaby and the occasional sigh of someone in the tub as his long, delicate fingers massages the scalp of theirs and in-between all of these, there`s the frequent ripples of water, young people starting to flock around the street to have a weekend get-together, the lamp posts getting lit up which reflected on the glass window and the birds chirping outside while coming back home to their nests as the afternoon sun boasts a lamenting farewell while passing by the moon that`s starting to shine in the dying flame-like sky as if a certain conversation is starting to unfold in front of your eyes:
“i ask for a moment`s indulgence,” the dying sun tells the moon, “to sit by thy side.” and you close your eyes, knowing that you`re safe and sound in this moment of indulgence of yours and of that someone behind you, who has all the keys to your heart and soul.
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euphoricfilter · 6 months
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.  . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist
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31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.
please read the warnings for each chapter!!
・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚.
☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play
tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification
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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding
tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia
tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink
tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing
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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched
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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration
tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports
tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy
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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming
tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation
tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting
tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie
─── ・ 。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚. ───
☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!
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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting
☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use
☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking
☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism
☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism
☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo
☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play
☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play
☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari
☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator
☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing
☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink
☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge
☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink
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peachypinkygloss · 7 months
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❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.
Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.
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rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.
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"all your glory,"
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dior girl ✰ park jimin
Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.
୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader
୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst
posted on 09/16/23.
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"you like your girls insane,"
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secret diary ✰ kim taehyung
A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.
୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader
୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst
coming soon...
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"and for you i keep my legs apart,"
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adultery ✰ jeon jungkook
You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.
୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader
୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst
coming soon...
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© 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | Do not repost or copy any of my work.
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