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Best Dad-dy (smut) Kim Taehyung x reader

Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life.

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Taehyung proves that he is the best dad.

rating: 18+, flufffy fluff, smuttty smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: DILF TAEHYUNG, Taehyung being a great dad, unprotected sex, a minor breeding kink, name calling, as always Taehyung speaks dirty.

word count: 10.5K

A/N1: First of all, IT IS A SHAME THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DAD!TAEHYUNG FIC. WE MUST BE ASHAMED OF OURSELF.

A/N2: Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N3: If you like to check my other work, here is my masterlist filled with Taehyung smut.

If you like this, you will LOVE Norway, and you will like i’m mad and Spoiled.

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Your little boy ran towards his daddy’s car. It was impressive how he could recognise it in the middle of a semi-closed garage. “Appa,” the little boy called.

“Is Appa there?” You followed him to the back of the car while your son shook his head on the verge of crying.

Your beautiful son Daehyung had a fever and spent the weekend mostly in bed with his father. You weren’t calm as you thought you would be and quickly called Taehyung’s mum to visit you. She was ever-lovely and soothed you in your worries. It was very normal for your little baby to get sick as he started to walk and play at the park. Despite all that, you were eager to check his temperature every hour and watch him all night.

Taehyung wasn’t much different. He tried to look calm for you, but he was quite worried. Daehyun, being the dad’s best boy, only stopped crying in Taehyung’s arms; so two of your precious boys spent all weekend cuddling.

It was Monday now. Taehyung was at work, so this morning had started with a crying disaster as your son wanted his father. He had spent all morning running in the house with Yeontan on his side to look for his father. Poor Yeontan just stuck to the baby’s side, but quickly gave up and fell asleep in his corner.

After having breakfast, you tidied around the room briefly, took out two pieces of chicken to thaw and did a load of laundry. Meanwhile, Daehyun seemed occupied with the rainbow block set that Taehyung’s brother got for him. However, the quiet time didn’t last long and Daehyun started to throw a tantrum around noon.

So you decided to take your human and dog babies for a walk. Daehyun dozed off as soon as you stepped outside, leaving you in shock.

After 10 minute walk, you arrived at your in-laws’ house for lunch. They were excited to see you and their grandchildren. Daehyun ran up and down the corridor with his uncle and played train with his grandfather. Taehyung's family’s love seemed to entertain Daehyun as he went in circles and was adored by them. During lunch, he chased Yeontan to feed him and the poor dog climbed on the TV unit because of the crazy attention. While Daehyun ran his terror amongst the Kim family, you chat with your mother-in-law about the cleaning person that she found for help.

You had pretty tough labour that lasted for almost two days. Taehyung was with you in every second of it. From the first entrance to the hospital to getting your epidural, counting your contractions, and having your baby boy in your arms. He felt guilty for your pain. He was there for you as a strong husband— even though he started weeping as soon as he saw Daehyun.

Postpartum wasn’t easy either. During birth, your doctor had to push the baby herself to help you out. So she had pressed down to your left ribs, just under your lungs with all of her strength. It was a very needed move for the birth, but you still suffer the crude pain for months. Additionally, the stitches were absolutely painful. On top of everything, you were bound to an infant with all of his life depended on you. The only thing you did during that time was to eat and feed. Without your husband and his family’s help, you could never last long.

The overall recovery lasted around 3 months challenging you both mentally and physically. The only thing Taehyung could think about was you and his baby. Even though Taehyung had to go back to work after a week, he constantly called you or just face-timed you as he worked.

Also, his parents were always loving and supportive. Taehyung’s mother had become your holy source for motherhood knowledge. She came to your house as Taehyung was leaving for work and helped you with everything for the first three months. She did the laundry, cleaning, cooking, everything.

Taehyung’s father was active in every event as well, and he showed his affection directly— which was something you weren’t familiar with. He had taken care of many things related to the baby’s citizenship and health insurance. They were doting parents but worshipping grandparents.

However, the most perfect grandparents couldn’t keep Daehyun busy for long. The little boy was quick to remember the absence of his father. No game, no toy or no snack could replace his father. So after his noon nap, he was back to being moody.

After dropping Yeontan at your in-laws’ house —God knows that dog deserves the fattest steak on earth after bearing a crying baby for two days— you brought your baby to Taehyung’s office. The distance was a bit long, you walked 30 minutes with Daehyun in his carrier that is strapped to your chest. On the walk to his dad’s office in downtown, Daehyun looked around tentatively and pointed various things at you. Many passers-by were taken by his cuteness and playfulness.

“Let’s go to the Appa’s office!” you exclaimed. Your little son raised his arms so you could pick him up. It was 16:50 so Taehyung’s shift was going to end on a high note. You entered the main building from the garage and took the elevator to the main area.

You introduced yourself to the young man in the reception area “Hello, I am here for Kim Taehyung. Can you let him know?” you asked politely. The receptionist nodded his head tiredly. Who knows how many people asked him the same question?

You didn’t want to stand in front of the desk as it was pretty intimidating. Also, Daehyun was trying to get himself off of his carrier.

“You saw the fish tank, didn’t you?” Daehyun’s eyes were fixed on the bubbling fish tank that was on the wall. As soon as you let him down, his little legs ran towards the wall. His eyes got enlarged and carefully examined the colourful fishes. He tried to knock on the glass but his small hands were too weak.

“Mr Kim awaits you in his room. 7th floor, the second room on the left. His assistant will help you.” The receptionist talked slowly and clicked on the lift for you.

“Daehyun, let’s see Appa,” you picked your baby up again and entered the elevator. During the ride, Daehyun made funny faces and licked all the microbes on his hands.

When the lift’s door opened, you entered a fairly quiet area. Doors of two rooms out of four were opened, one of which belonged to your husband. The assistant’s desk was empty, however, there were boxes everywhere.

You timidly made your way to your husband’s open door. You saw his back standing while another man was on a stool. “Knock, knock,” you said.

Taehyung immediately turned with a big smile on his face. Daehyun just noticed his father and started squealing on your arms. “My love,” Taehyung kissed your forehead immediately whilst holding your nape. “Welcome baby,” he whispered to you.

Daehyun squealed louder and kicked his father for attention. “Oh, my son is here to see Appa.” Taehyung picked up the crazy toddler as Daehyun kept squealing. “Hooray!” Taehyung tossed Daehyun up.

“He will throw up, don’t do that.” You tried to intervene but both of your boys’ laughs brought a warm smile to your face. “No, my son won’t throw up on me, right baby?”

Taehyung and his shoulders experienced endless vomiting, but you still didn’t want to get it on his work shirts, especially the ones that made him look extra hot. Taehyung tossed Daehyun up once more and watched his baby laugh warmly. Daehyun held his father’s chin with his drool-covered hands as he kept giggling at the feeling.

Right then, you realised the room was much more crowded than you expected. You hazily remembered some of them from last year’s company party. “Y/N, darling, meet my coworkers.” Taehyung gestured to three men in their early thirties. You briefly shook hands with them. Your handsome husband was promoted to be a mid-level principal architect a month ago, so these people were very much strangers to you.

Despite your smile, Taehyung sensed how tired you were. “I have some unboxing left. I want to finish them before we leave if that’s OK for you, darling.” Taehyung held your hand with one hand and Daehyun with the other. His lips curled up timidly, weighing your reaction. You couldn’t help but smile at the big bear in front of you. “Of course darling.” You approved as he brought your hand to his mouth and placed small kisses on it.

“Here, you sit on my chair wifey, and I will take care of it quickly.” He made you sit on the large leather chair whilst holding Daehyun, his biceps bulging attractively. He was already freaking hot and being considerate was making him annoyingly sexy. “Welcome to your office again, Taehyung. We should leave now, see you tomorrow.” All of his co-workers got his cue from the eldest-looking one and left the room.

As they were leaving, two young girls and one boy rushed into the room with glasses in their hands. “We brought tea-” One of them babbled while holding the tray. The eldest co-worker led them out too.

“Why are you serving tea at the end of the shift?!” A yell came from the corridor. “Ladies and gents, we should clean this mess now. We will have other stuff coming up tomorrow!”

Just like that everyone left Taehyung’s room. “Baby?” Taehyung inquired. “Are you tired, my love?” he asked with a concerned face as he saw you close your eyes with a relaxed sigh. You nodded, “Daehyun is a big naysayer without you at home.” As you spoke, your son hid his face in his father’s neck.

“Really?” Taehyung’s lips curled up, he was amused. “Yes, we looked for you around the house all morning.” You remembered Daehyun running between rooms with only a diaper on.

“Daehyun, don’t make Mommy tired!” Taehyung said to his son ever lovingly. He was the best father ever. “No!!” Daehyun repeated and shot a smile at you. Even with a few teeth, you were gladly sure that he had his father’s boxy smile.

Then, Taehyung put the toddler down and kept unboxing it. “Your new office looks nice,” You commented. He was promoted recently, but his office was under renovation. “They really don’t want you to quit,”

This job was the second job he landed after university. It was a large architecture company that designed malls, residences and even city halls. The company was fairly new at that time so it needed core, hardworking employees. However, as with any corporate job, it was very stressful. During your first months of pregnancy, many of Taehyung’s school friends quit their jobs here due to fierce competition.

You encouraged Taehyung to do the same, you were a hundred per cent sure that he could find another job, or else you guys could move back to France where your father would gladly refer him to many of his business friends.

But Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to be unemployed as there was a baby on the road. After six months of mental warfare, the company was sold to a much more modern person, and the new Board of Directors valued the employees. As a result, your hardworking husband quickly climbed the succession ladders.

Taehyung didn’t see himself as a white-collar until retirement. At one point he was going to start his own business. However, he needed more experience and financial power to do so.

“Apparently, I will work for 4 days a week during the winter season. At least I will not come to the office.” Taehyung announced. You smiled at your hard-working husband and your eyes teared.

“You are amazing, Taehyung.” You quavered. All the emotions boiled up inside you. Taehyung’s shoulder shot up and quickly kneeled in front of you. “Only because I have a perfect wife.” He held your hands on your lap and looked into your eyes dearly.

His brown bangs were beautifully covering his forehead, his defined eyebrows were relaxed. His chocolate eyes were gleaming right at you, his lips were pressed together, and his mole was waving you hello from his nose. “My love,” Taehyung held your shoulders and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. All of your tiredness was eradicated with his gentle touch.

“You know what?” Taehyung checked your son. “You should visit me alone next time.” His naughty tone already indicated his intentions, his arms wrapped around your thighs from where he was kneeling.

“We have to have sex on my desk at least.” You laughed at your ever-horny husband as he kissed your knees. “Or, I should eat you out under the table. Mhmm, babygirl, my sexy baby mama…” You blushed but you were surely down for it. “Office sex?” You asked him as his eyes ran all over your body as if you were wearing the sexiest lingerie, not jeans with a basic shirt. “Mhmm, of course, I want my wife all the time.” He kissed your knuckles a bit seductively as Daehyun started to play with magazines babbling to himself. You snickered at the little baby, cock-blocking his father.

“Daehyun, come on. Help Appa put these up.” Taehyung loved spending time with his baby more than ever. As a child, he always admired his father, and now he only had one goal: to be an admirable father.

The little baby always fascinated his father with his intelligence. Last winter, Daehyun once pointed at the snow and said “Brr”. According to Taehyung, it was a sign of high intellect and that he will become an engineer in future.

Plus, Daehyun was energetic and goofy like his father. The little boy always did his best to make others laugh. Just today, he sat on the TV remote and told his grandfather that the remote went on a trip — what you always say when his noisy toys go missing.

Taehyung placed the box with various stationery in front of your baby. As the little boy played with clear tape, your sexy husband dealt with the rest. “Do you want me to help?” you asked as Taetae reached for the top shelf.

“No need, my baby mama.” He talked cutely on top of a stool. As he reached up, his bubble butt looked bigger.

“Your butt looks so sexy, baby.” You blurred out the bare truth. He looked stunning in smart office outfits— much different from the weird print shirts you met him in. Formal trousers hugged perfectly at his butt and accentuated his small waist. “Hmm, be a good girl and I will let you touch it.” He shook his ass to the sides.

“Appa,” Daehyun pointed to his father and got up as well. Two of you locked on his movements as the little boy shook his butt too. You started laughing at the cuteness. “Does Appa shake his butt?” You asked him and the little boy did it again to amuse you.

Taehyung scowled, “Do you laugh at Appa?” He slowly approached the little boy and picked him up. Daehyun squealed with happiness. “Are you laughing at Appa?” Taehyung asked and Daehyun kept giggling.

Then, his father tossed him up — yet his hands never left Daehyun’s body. Taehyung stopped soon after. Then, he tickled the little boy and kissed him all over his tummy while holding him above his head.

“Did you know that Mommy shakes her butt better?” Taehyung playfully talked to Daehyun. The little boy, of course, didn’t understand anything at all. “She used to dance on me all night.” You rolled your eyes at him.

You and Taehyung met when he visited France as an exchange student. One of your friends from the architecture major was assigned to show Taehyung around. Through that friend, you met Taehyung and fell in love within a month. During that semester, you dragged him to all the bars and pubs on Paris streets. Cheap alcohol and immense attraction toward each other meant there was a lot of kissing, grabbing, and grinding. Both of you would get a bit tipsy and make out in dark streets all night.

You were crazy on the outside but totally shy inside. Despite all of your grinds on him, sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Taehyung.

Taehyung was completely the opposite. If you weren’t so eager, he wouldn’t touch you that aggressively. However, once he got more comfortable, the freak inside of him revealed himself.

You still remember being warmed by Taehyung’s large arms around you and swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. He would occasionally groan to your ear—letting you know how much he loved your little moves.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Mr Kim, do you need some help?” a young woman asked Taehyung, trying to avoid eye contact. “I don’t, thanks.” Taehyung's voice suddenly became ice-cold.

“What about something to drink?” she asked again. Her body was tilted against the door.

“Do you want to drink something, my love?” Taehyung asked you. You shook your head. “I am fine. Thank you.”

“My wife and I are good Miss…?” Taehyung didn’t know this lady’s name but saw her around a lot. “Jeon-” The girl uttered.

Taehyung let a second of silence pass. “I would be pleased if you and your intern friends didn’t wander around. You are here for work, not gossiping.” Taehyung set the distance sharply. “Also, your job isn’t coffee service, please act accordingly.” The young girl bowed quickly and left the room.

“Ouch,” You remarked Taehyung’s bitterness.

“What?” Taehyung shrugged. “All they do is talk all day.” He sounded like your old bosses. “Yeah, because they are still students!” You exclaimed. Expecting interns to act like full professionals was dumb in your opinion.

“They kept flirting with your husband though.” Taehyung placed a wooden pencil holder on his desk and shrugged with a pout on his lips. “Mhmm, well, I would do too if my supervisor was this hot.” You sneakily hugged his back. Your small frame tried to engulf him as your chest pressed against his broad back.

Taehyung chuckled at your comment. “Hmm, you are feeding my office fantasy, babygirl.” He turned his face to you and whispered in your ear. “It wouldn’t take much for me to get me on my knees if you were my intern.” Taehyung turned his face to you and wrapped his arm around you. You giggled, "Oh, Mr Kim, that’s very flattering…"

Taehyung kissed a tiny trail on your neck, “I heard that the finance department could make room for my intelligent wife,” His large hands grasped your ass.

You brushed his nose with yours, "Yeah? Only if you promise to fuck me every lunch break." As soon as you flirted back, Taehyung's cock shifted in its confines.

"You know I am a weak whore when it comes to you, wifey." Taehyung confessed dearly, making you laugh again.

"I know, baby, you-" Right then, a voice belonging to a small person cut the sweet scene.

“Mommy,” Daehyun called for you. Your baby was still very much dependent on you. The little boy was still sitting next to the pile of magazines. “Milk,” he said, reaching for your arms. You smiled at his soft eyes looking at you.

Daehyun ate solids perfectly, but he still wanted to be breastfed, and you wanted it too. It was a bonding experience you and your baby shared. Probably he was never going to remember those moments, but you had every second engraved in your brain. Also, breastfeeding was good for his health too. With the approval of your doctor and your mother-in-law, you decided to breastfeed him as long as possible.

“Come, my baby boy.” You picked him up; however, you still had his baby carrier on. When your hands tried to lose the knots, Taehyung’s hands stopped you. “Let me help you, gorgeous,” his hands skillfully replaced yours. He got rid of the carrier and brought the blue diaper bag. It was the end of March but you still carried a blanket with you just in case. Taehyung took the blanket out and guided you to sit on his leather chair.

You undid your pants to release your T-shirt whilst holding your baby. Meanwhile, Taehyung closed the blinds and locked the door. You didn’t care about nudity when it came to feeding your child. Your breasts were just tools to feed your baby, not a sexual thing for you. However, Taehyung got uncomfortable when you whipped out your breast outside of the home. He was scared of someone looking at it indecently; even the possibility made his blood boil.

Breastfeeding also introduced you to front-closure bras. They were a bit awkward at first but very convenient. As your left tit dropped out, Daehyun pushed his legs up with excitement. Taehyung chuckled, “Like father, like son.”

You rolled your eyes and got comfortable on the chair. Breastfeeding lasted anywhere from 25 to 30 minutes when Daehyun was hungry. He could go longer if the little boy wanted attention.

“Rest your legs up, darling.” Taehyung dragged one of the visitor chairs to rest your legs up. He carefully removed your sneakers and lifted them. During your pregnancy, he massaged them for you.

He kissed your forehead with a big content sigh. Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life.

Taehyung got back to unpacking the last two boxes before leaving: one box from his old office and the other from one box filled with printing paper. He slowly opened the second box and put a stack of paper in the printer.

The other box was already open. His tea mug was on top with his blue and black pens in it. It also had rubber bands around them. The promotion letter was in the box too with other random papers. Then, there were framed pictures of his family: his most precious treasures.

The first frame was from the wedding. His large arms were wrapped around your waist and your hands were on his chest — a classic wedding photo. Your angelic smile was radiating even from the picture. It was the reminder of a wonderful life he began with you.

The other frame was from Daehyun’s first trip to France. Last summer, you visited your family’s summer house in southern France. You and Taehyung travelled frequently as a young couple. Both of you usually stayed at shitty motels or camped outside. Sometimes you guys just didn’t sleep at all.

However, with Daehyun, you had to carefully plan your holidays. This picture was from one of those carefully planned holidays, taken in a marina near a couple of tourist attractions. You had a red summer dress and Taehyung had a tropical flowered blouse with white shorts— the biggest DILF energy. On the other hand, Daehyun had a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with a bucket head. He had sunscreen all over his face. Taehyung was holding Daehyun on his side and hugging you. It was tiring but the most fun holiday Taehyung ever had. Daehyun was still so young, but he was willing to do everything with his dad. Taehyung built sandcastles with his son on the beach and swam in the gorgeous blue sea. Plus, seeing you in your bikini with Daehyun in your arms was a splendid sight. Taehyung smacked your ass with his wet cold hands when you lay under the umbrella and showed your sexy body to everyone.

The last picture was of you and him again, kissing each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was probably taken two or three months into dating. Taehyung looked at himself in the picture. What he was seeing basically seemed like a child to him. If he saw that 22 years-old-Taehyung, he would say: “Don’t give up on your love no matter what. She is going to give you a reason to live.” Then, he looked at your figure in the picture. You could get mistaken as a teenager even though you were a year younger than him. Your face was rounder in the picture. Your fingers were holding his face as both of you shared a kiss.

Taehyung reminisced about the past while a big lump sat in his throat. He still couldn’t believe that you were his wife the mother of his children, and his life partner.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly called for you. Your tired eyes found him, then the picture he was holding.

You smiled at him as Daehyun slurped at your nipple. Taehyung chuckled and left everything on his desk to look at his baby boy.

“Is it yummy?” Taehyung asked, resting his face on your shoulder. Daehyun’s eyes looked over his father’s face whilst innocently drinking milk. As your husband seemed to be enchanted by the little boy, you kissed his cheek. Taehyung immediately gave you his famous boxy smile. “My gorgeous wife,” he sighed to the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses onto your skin. Then, Daehyun slurped at your nipple again. It was a sign that the little baby was feeling sleepy.

“Okay, now I am getting jealous,” Taehyung told Daehyun who could barely open his eyes. “Sshh, he is going to sleep in seconds.” Just as you said, Daehyun released your nipple. Sometimes he would wake up from his sleep and continue drinking, so you usually waited a few minutes to make sure he was sleeping. Taehyung chuckled as his son fell asleep his mouth open, his cute double chin was, of course, covered with drool.

“He sleeps like you,” You commented lovingly and your finger softly pushed Daehyun’s chin to close his mouth. As he felt your touch, the little boy opened his mouth and aimed for your nipple again.

“Wow,” Taehyung said dramatically. “That’s- that’s living life.” he scoffed and his brows furrowed. You looked at him confused, “Sleeping in your arms and suckling your nipples at any place without question must be good, huh.”

This time you scoffed at his behaviour. “Do you realise he is your son?” You silently opposed. “It’s against bro code anyway!” Taehyung pouted.

After 10 minutes of breastfeeding and a catastrophic burp on Taehyung’s new chair, your son was asleep in your arms. Taehyung also finished decorating the four shelves behind his desk and watched his little man in your arms. “Darling, can you carry him to the car?” you asked while Taehyung wore his suit jacket. Your arms were tired of holding him steadily to your chest. “Of course, love.” Taehyung sounded a bit worried, thinking that he doesn’t do enough for you.

You slowly stood up and handed Daehyun to Taehyung’s large arms. He held his treasure delicately and laid him on his shoulder. Your joints cracked loudly during the process due to not moving. As Taehyung cooed Daehyun’s back, you covered his little body with a blanket; voila, the hottest dilf you have ever seen was created before you. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at your giggling, “What?”

You shrugged, “You look really hot with our baby in your arms. THE biggest dilf energy I felt ever.” you held your crotch dramatically as Taehyung giggled. “Maybe you should fuck me,” he slapped your ass with one hand as you tidied yourself up.

Then, you took the diaper bag and pushed his chair back in place. After one last check, you opened the door to leave.

The corridor was more crowded than you expected. Some of the co-workers were still chatting at the secretary’s desk. As you walked towards them, Taehyung’s fingers intertwined with yours. “That’s better,” he mumbled.

“Ahh, Taehyung! Is that your son?” a high voice filled the corridor. Taehyung instinctively stepped back, checking on his son. Who could scream this loud in the workplace? You furrowed your brows.

Taehyung shushed the screaming lady. “Uh, I am sorry,” she quickly said, completely ignoring you. Others bowed as both of you came closer. “Mrs Park, look at this cutie!” This time she was quiet with an excited voice. An older woman came over to the desk to see Daehyun. “Oh, little sleepy boy,” she said with a lower voice. “He is adorable, Mr Kim.” she continued.

“Well, I didn’t have anything to do with that. That’s all thanks to my wife..” Taehyung pulled you close to him proudly and wrapped his hand around your waist. You blushed as everybody looked at you. “Of course,” Mrs Park nodded, you highly doubted if she meant it.

“We should before he gets cold.” Taehyung exchanged goodbyes and both of you walked towards the lift.

Thankfully, Daehyun was still soundly asleep in his dad’s arms. Taehyung clicked on the lift’s button and stood tall in front of you.

“Should we get take-outs?” He asked quietly.

You immediately opposed, “No, I got some chicken out of the freezer. We will have chicken soup, you know the flu season is hard this year, and we have leftovers from yesterday.” Your chicken soup was something Taehyung could never say no to. It was his comfort food.

“Hmm, my day goes super well. First, your visit; then, chicken soup. Oh, fuck, I love it when you wife me.” Taehyung held and kissed your knuckles slowly.

As both of you entered the empty lift cabin Taehyung buried his nose into his baby’s cheek, “He smells so sweet. I can’t get enough.”

Yes, Daehyun’s baby smell was incredible. You laughed at him, “He smells like milk and his gorgeous mother,” Taehyung slowly kissed Daehyun’s cheek and wrapped the blanket tightly. “You still have the baby seat, right?” You remembered Taehyung taking it off as the car went to the repair shop last week.

“It is in the boot baby, don’t worry.” Both of you got off the lift and walked to the car. Taehyung’s face glowed under the afternoon sun, his bangs covering his gorgeous forehead. His jaw was clenched, focused on carrying Daehyun safely. The grey suit fitted him perfectly and gave off the sexiest young professional feels. The top two shirt buttons were undone, revealing his honey-coloured skin. When you got closer to the car, Taehyung clicked the button. “Do you wanna drive?” You looked at the big scary black jeep and shook your head. “Noppee.”

You got your driving license when you were 20 years old and have probably driven about three times since then. Taehyung knew that you weren’t a confident driver, so he wanted to encourage you to start driving. With Daehyun growing up, he wanted you to have more freedom. “Come on, baby…” Taehyung tried insisting.

“Nah, I want to watch my husband drive. Why did I marry you if you weren’t going to be my personal chauffeur?” Taehyung was more than happy to drive you anywhere you want. However, he had serious plans of getting you a car as an anniversary gift, so he was testing the waters to be sure. “Is it because Noire is large?” Taehyung asked.

And yes, he named his car Noire after the bar name he met you in Paris. He gave Daehyun to you slowly and took off the baby seat from the boot. “No, it is not that. It is just- I feel so worried even with the thought of sitting in the driver’s seat.” You complained while he secured the baby seat.

After placing Daehyun carefully, he called you. “Wait, wait.”

“I want to open the door for my princess- for my queen.” His loving hands held you and opened the door. “Mademoiselle, please.” He politely bowed to you.

You let him help you sit on your seat, “I am a married woman, Monsieur. It should be Madame.” Your sexy role-play went immediately to his dick. Fuck, yes, you were his wife. “My apologies, Madame. Please let me make it up.” Taehyung kept playing his role. Before you can speak, his lips moulded against yours in a warm hug. You hummed into the kiss as he pulled you tighter. His sweet taste and smell filled up every bud on your body, and your brain quickly relaxed in his touch. Taehyung dipped his tongue into your mouth and scraped it against the roof of your mouth.

"Mmhmm, tastes like my fucking wife." Taehyung licked his lips and moaned at your taste. But you couldn't care less, the only thing your mind was focused on was feeling his lips on yours again. So you pulled him down by his tie and connected your lips. Taehyung got your message and started kissing your lips even messier, caressing your boobs on the way.

You squeezed his shoulders while moaning, “Taetae, we are out.” You hid your face on his shoulders. “So? We did nastier things in public, wifey.” He whispered to your ear as you whimpered. Your body jolted against him as he dived deeper. “Mhmm, I remember.” This time you spread your legs and pull him closer. You remembered how he used to fuck you in his old red Toyota car in between lectures, or on study breaks. It was probably the steamiest sexy you guys ever had.

“I love you, babygirl.” He kissed the top of your head and went around the car to get into his seat.

The drive back home went quiet. Taehyung occasionally grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, his hands sometimes rubbed your thighs too. You watched your husband skillfully drive in the hectic rush hour traffic whilst listening to smooth jazz. As Taehyung parked at your apartment complex’s garage, Daehyun was looking out with his large doe eyes. “Baby, did you wake up?” Taehyung looked at his smiley son from the rear-view mirror.

Daehyun wiggled his legs to set himself free from the seat belt. “Appa will get you, wait for me.” Your husband called. In return, Daehyun squealed with an excited toss.

You too got out of the car whilst your two cute babies laughed. Your tiredness didn’t matter when you saw Taehyung and Daehyun having the greatest fun.

While you closed the doors, Taehyung let out a big laugh. “He has the nastiest diaper. What have you done, Daehyun?” Your little boy was laughing at his dad's reaction. “Oh no, we need air support.” Taehyung raised Daehyun up and made helicopter noises. You kept giggling at the sight.

When you entered the house, Taehyung took off his and Daehyun’s clothes and bathed him. It was the only way to get rid of that much poop, he said. Meanwhile, you heated the leftovers and finished making the chicken soup. As the soup simmered on the stove, you checked up on your boys. Of course, they were on your big bed cuddling each other. Taehyung got the heating panel up so the little baby boy could show off his tummy to his father without getting cold. Taehyung was only wearing boxers as well. His body was very distracting…

“Oh, did my two little boys have a bath?” Daehyun smiled from the bed, he was trying to roll onto his tummy. “Did you bathe with Appa, my baby?” You lay down next to your cute baby while his father picked up the wet towels on the bed. His body was wet, abs waving hello to you. His pectorals were flexing as he noticed your gaze. His black boxers were wet. His leg muscles were to die for, all those walking during his early 20s had apparently paid off.

“My sweet baby smells amazing!” You smelt Daehyun’s arms. The little boy reached for your hair in return and playfully tugged it. “Does Appa smell nice?” Taehyung asked, lying down next to Deahyung. “Hmm, let’s see.” You rubbed your chin as the little boy between you watched tentatively. Taehyung extended his arm for you to smell it. “Yes!” You squealed. “Appa smells amazing!” Deahyung tossed his little legs up at your excitement and turned to his dad. His little arms pushed him up to his knees. Then, he buried his small face into his dad’s elbow. “Appa ama-in-”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. He imitated the way you widen your eyes as you spoke. Taehyung helped the little boy sit down. “How about Mommy?” He asked your son while winking at him. Taehyung’s large arms slowly crept on you. “I am going to smell Mommy.” He was imitating a villain’s voice. “Mommy,” your little baby jumped on you before his dad could hug you. The hug surprised you and almost brought you to tears. “My mommy,” Daehyun laid on your chest as Taehyung caught his legs. This time Daehyun shrieked. Just like that, your husband and son started wrestling. Daehyun giggled continuously. He extended his arms to you as Taehyung held him up with his left hand. Daehyun kept giggling and he drooled down onto his dad’s arm.

“Oh no, Daehyun is flying again!” you snickered at the situation. Not long after, Taehyung lowered Daehyun to his chest and pulled you close to him. “Mhmm, Mommy smells amazing too!” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “My Mommy!” Again, Daehyun wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled his little body onto you. As their energy levels dropped, you got a good cuddling session with your loves. Thanks to Taehyung’s body heat and the heating panel, Daehyun was comfortably lying on your chest while Taehyung patted his bum.

Taehyung pulled you closer to him with a deep sigh and wrapped one arm around you. Now, your head was on Taehyung's shoulder, inches away from his face. "This is the best," he mumbled as Daehyun started to move again. Daehyung came up to kiss your forehead, just like he saw his dad did, all while holding himself up with the help of Taehyung’s face. As the little boy held onto his dad's face for support, Taehyung made a snorting sound.

“You were saying he was Appa’s boy?” Taehyung snickered and watched his little son place a drool-covered lick on your forehead. “He is!” You tried to speak but Daehyun dropped his fat belly onto your face. This time Taehyung let out a big laugh.

“Daeyhun!! Only Daddy can choke Mommy.” Taehyung playfully scolded. You gasped scandalously as Taehyung continued laughing while holding his stomach. You lifted the chubby baby out of your face. Daehyun giggled with the two of you, very glad to be the reason for your laugh.

“My baby!” You lowered the little baby to your chest this time. Little Daehyun knew this feeling very well and he immediately snuggled you again. His one hand held your neckline with his fragile hands. You grew heart eyes at the sight of this precious scene. Taehyung was the same if not more moved. He looked at how the little part of him, his most precious son, cuddling with you. He could feel how Daehyun felt safe, looking up at you in utmost awe.

“Like father, like son.” He looked at the big cuddle cloud containing his life treasures: his wife and son.

“Come here, Daddy.” You stretched your arm to Taehyung, which he gladly take. You released a pleasing sound when Taehyung laid his head on your shoulder. “How are you so warm?”

You answered your own question. “My furnace.” You murmured and rubbed your face to his damp hair. Taehyung smiled just like his son at your devoted love and dirty compliment. He couldn’t hug you as tight as he would like as he didn’t want to crush Daehyun.

“Are you hungry, my baby?” You asked quietly. Taehyung continued to watch his little son playing with the collar of your shirt.

You asked again, this time with your fingers in Taehyung’s hair. “I am talking to my man-baby.” Taehyung looked up into your eyes same as Daehyun and smiled cutely. “Yes, Mummy.” He said with an annoying voice.

Your reaction was to die for as your face crumbled into disgust. “Oh fuck off really…” You tried to push his head on your shoulder. Taehyung was the total opposite, he cuddled you more. “My love! Don’t kink shame me.”

You gave him a giggle as he started to kiss your neck playfully. “I am proudly kink shaming you, Daddy!” You tried to push him off just for jokes. Taehyung faked a groan, “I am still getting hard on the Daddy kink, wifey. Don’t tempt me.” He whispered into your ear as if Daehyun was going to understand.

“Oh, you are THE temptation, Taehyung. Look at yourself…” You eyed his naked chest.

“Mhmm, wifey…” He kissed your cheek and rose to his knees next to you. “This is me whoring myself for you… Come on, touch it.” He grabbed your hand on Daehyun and place it on his abs.

You felt them momentarily but pulled yourself from the temptation quickly. “I hope you are free this night, Mr Kim Taehyung.” You said, pointing to Daehyun. The little boy was unaware of anything.

“Oh, the offer sound amazing, Mrs Kim Y/N. I would love to give you a little tour around the exhibition.” Taehyung ran your hand from his abs to his precious asset. You immediately gasped when your hand felt his dick.

“There is a child!” You laughed at Taehyung’s bold moves and sit up on the bed.

Daehyun’s clothes were already laid on the side of the bed, directly in front of the heating panel like a cute bear.

Taehyung got up and sit behind you. You giggled, “Get dressed, appa bear.” He gave you shoulder kisses. As your hands move to get Daehyun’s clothes, Taehyung stopped you. “My love,” He whispered whilst arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me take care of our baby.” He kissed your shoulder as Daehyun started to suck his own thumb. You smiled at the sight and the sensation. “You work so much during the day already…” You mumbled, giving in to Taehyung's sweet kisses.

Taehyung continued kissing you as you dropped your head to his chest. “I am working for our family, my love, so you do too. We are a perfect team together, my wife… Mhmm? My sweet wife…” Taehyung peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses until he lost his breath. “Also, it is never actually tiring to take care of Daehyun and you. I always feel so full here…” Taehyung pressed his hand to your heart. He did his best not to notice your swollen tits but sensation chased him.

You groaned slightly when his hand almost grabbed your tit. Your boobs become sensitive a long time ago, and his large warm hand awakened more nerves than he soothed. “I will get our baby ready…”

You nodded. Even though Taehyung thought you would go finish dinner, you lay on the bed, next to Daehyun, enclosed by his dad's long legs so he couldn’t roll off the bed.

Taehyung smiled fatherly as Daehyun looked at you curiously as you lay next to him. The little boy wanted to get closer to you as Taehyung carefully slipped Daehyun's small arms into the soft onesie. The most difficult part was to stop Daehyun from suckling his thumb. When Taehyung tried to stop him, Daehyun let out a small whine, which Taehyung managed to stop with his low comforting voice.

“He is about to sleep again. Maybe I shouldn’t have bathe him right away.” Taehyung said as if it was a lullaby. His low and velvety voice made you sleepy too.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled as you got comfortable on the bed. Taehyung let you as he got dressed. Before leaving the bed, he placed a few pillows around Daehyun’s empty side to provide him safety. Then, he picked up the dirty baby clothes and disappear from your hearing zone. You were sure that he went to the laundry room but you were too lazy to open your eyes or ask him. Taehyung didn’t come to the bedroom for a while. He set the table for you and him and got Daehyun’s chair ready.

When he returned, he had worn his pyjamas and placed a wet smooch on your cheek. Taehyung slowly patted your bum, “Let’s have our dinner, my babies.” If you didn’t wake up when he called for the second time, he decided to leave you to sleep. Thankfully, you opened your eyes with a subtle smile. You pointed your cheek, “Another one, please.”

Taehyung gladly gave you another kiss, and you hummed. “One more,” you said, pouting your lips at him. Taehyung grinned, “Mwwahh” He loudly kissed your lips.

“Perfect,” You sighed and stretched your back. Daehyun was already trying to reach for his daddy with an adorable face. “Appa!” He called for Taehyung.

“My prince, my queen…” Taehyung picked up Daehyun and held his hand out for you. “Your dinner is ready.” He walked two of you to the kitchen with a posh butler expression slapped on his face. You let Taehyung guide your chair with his hand on your back. “Please sit down, Madame.” He continued his roleplay while earning snickering from you.

“Thank you, Monsieur.” You planted a wet, sweet kiss onto his cheek when he pulled your chair for you. The next was Daehyun, he was placed on his feeding chair, and Kim’s dinner began.

Taehyung’s little roleplay slowly ceased when he brought the meals to the table and thanked you. “Thank you for cooking, wifeyyy!” He kissed your hand like a gentleman after starting to feed Daehyun and himself. He insisted that you would eat your dinner uninterrupted. However, your two lovely boys were enough of a distraction. You watched them fondly as Daehyun tried to copy his dad by using his chopsticks and failed to bring the kimbap to his mouth.

Dinner was lovely even though the little boy made a huge mess on the floor as he played with his rice. Taehyung insisted on cleaning the kitchen so you could sleep, but you had a lot more planned in your head.

You held Taehyung by the collar as he insisted to walk you to the couch. “Go and play with our kid. Make sure he gets really tired because I will play with you later, Daddy.” Your eyes looking up at him intimidatingly, and your hand squeezing him shook Taehyung’s core so he decided to behave. “Yup, yeah, Ma’am. I will.” He picked up Taehyung while ogling your figure. “Go, go.” You pushed his hand slightly as his hand came for a sneaky grab on your ass while he looked your body up and down.

Taehyung and Daehyun played games throughout the whole afternoon. Thanks to his dad finding new ways to play different games, Daehyun was occupied and thoroughly exhausted. Meanwhile, you did some housework that would otherwise never get done because of the energetic and curious Daehyun.

“Look, mummy! A t-ric-era-top!” Daehyun ran towards to open kitchen from the living room, hugging your legs. He made the blueish-green dinosaur toy in his hand walk on your leg.

“Oh, wow! He is scary!” You played along while lowering yourself to his level. “No, mummy. He is a nice dinosaur.” Daehyun rubbed his face at the small toy. You ran your hand over his hair, gosh he was so cute. “Are you friends with the dinosaur, baby?” You asked him while carefully examining the toy.

Daehyun nodded, “Yes. He has a dad too!” Daehyun looked at his empty hand, his chubby fingers squeezing the air. “Where is the dad dinosaur?” You curiously asked. Right then Taehyung came right behind the cabinet. He was on his knees like a cat, but he was rawr-ing.

“Rawwwrrr, I am looking for my son…. Rawrrr.” Taehyung walked on his hands and knees in slow motion, voice playfully hoarse imitating a dinosaur.

Daehyun squealed with happiness when he saw his dad. Taehyung came towards the two of you. “I am a dad dinosaur! Did you see my son?” He asked Daehyun as he hid the toy behind his back. He pouted, “No, you are my dad!” Daehyun’s little feet stomp made you laugh.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the reaction. Before he could say anything, Daehyun hugged Taehyung’s neck and tried to climb on his back.

“Of course, I am Daehyun’s dad!” Taehyung sat on his feet, straightened his back and picked up Daehyun, who was hugging him so tightly.

Taehyung looked up at you from where he was kneeling. His eyes were teary with love. You smiled at them fondly and ran your hair through your husband’s hair. “We should find the dinosaur’s dad too, then?” Taehyung asked after planting kisses on the little boy’s cheeks. Daehyun nodded but continued to cling to his father’s arms instead of returning to their game. Two of your boys returned to the living room while holding each other dearly.

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Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram was the best weekday night self-care you could think of. Mind off, pyjamas on, just scrolling through the endless pit of reels reseted your mind for some reason. You loved that you could just hide away from all of your responsibilities and have endless screen time.

“Daehyun has fallen asleep.” Taehyung entered the bedroom with the baby phone in his hand. “That means special time for mummy and daddy.”

You giggled at his puffy eyes begging to sleep. “Come to bed, baby daddy.” You called him while an endless loop of a video played on your phone.

“OF COURSE, I AM COMING.” Taehyung took off his black basic T-shirt in one swift moment and jumped on the bed. “And I am gonna devour this mummy.” He immediately took his place on top of you and started to tug on your shorts.

“Omg Taehyung!” You playfully whined. With a toddler, you knew foreplay was boujee.

“Yes, that’s what you will scream soon.” He said in his infamous dirty voice that made you soil your panties every time. You answered by kissing him. Kissing him sensually and endlessly was enough foreplay for you.

“Mhmm, wifey….” Taehyung breathed out to your face with a dummy smile. “Out of breath, honey?” You asked when he resisted back as you tugged his face onto your lips back.

“I wanna fuck you so bad, wifey.” He said, oh god, so blatantly and easily. Your nose crunched up. “Omg, how can you be still shy? You are my fucking wifeee! We literally created a human together.” Taehyung groaned, but it didn’t stop him from kissing down your neck to your chest and navel. He easily got rid of your shorts and took off your panties with them.

“Just let me say hi for a few seconds.” He said, immediately finding his place between your legs. He latched his lips onto your cunt immediately. He kissed it the same way he kissed your lips. You sweetly hummed at the wet sensation. Even though you were very accustomed to this feeling, you were very sensitive to his mouth.

“Nice.” Your hand was already in Taehyung’s hair, pushing and pulling his head for a perfect angle. He let you have your way with his mouth, grind against it, dirty his face. He simply took what you gave him with deep groans of pleasure.

Taehyung enjoyed getting you soaking for him before he did anything with his dick. He followed your lead and catered to you without any power play. Your pure pleasure on his tongue was enough of an award. Until you pulled his head, Taehyung kept slowly making out with your cunt. Almost the entire of his face was covered in your cream.

“Cock, please.” You breathed out. Taehyung giggled, “As you wish your Majesty.” He loved seeing you spoiled. He loved spoiling you with his big dick.

You hummed as Taehyung ran his dick up your slit, coating himself with your juice. He hissed, “Fuck.” You were almost lulled by the action. It soothed your raging core. “My pretty wife…” Taehyung mumbled as slowly pushed himself inside you. He sighed, “Fuck- Still my pretty slut.” You were so warm around him and so wet. His cock drowned in you.

“Ahh,” Taehyung moaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist. “So good, baby.” You mumbled to him, eyes closed.

“Yeah?” Taehyung asked as he pushed himself deeper. It made you moan out. “Even after all these years, you are so perfect, baby.” Taehyung freed himself from your legs, goosebumps had risen all over them. He stood tall between your thighs, presenting his gorgeous dad body to yours. Your hands didn’t reach all the way up to his baby abs, only your fingertips caressed his smooth skin.

“Still got me-” Taehyung huffed out, “breathless.” His hands gently smoothed around your body, he had to touch every inch of your skin. “My love…” He pressed a kiss on your wrist that tried to come up to his face. “My wife…” He kissed your palm, “Mother of my child.” His cloudy mouth pressed onto your knuckles gently.

“Tae-t” Your breath hitched in your throat. Why were you this sensitive to your husband? Your twitches and whimpers were so embarrassing.

“Y/N…” He moaned out your name and drape himself over you to fuck you on missionary. It was a classic position that he enjoyed the most. He pushed his dick into your walls with two gentle moves, they didn’t hurt but made you take deep breaths.

Taehyung watched you sheepishly smile and tried to move your hips to fit him in. As he wordlessly got in, he continued to keep his silence when you clenched on him. He let you have your moment for awhile. Your hands came up to his shoulders, down to his biceps, caressing every inch of skin you could feel.

Taehyung’s slightly dry skin was soothing and familiar. He had changed in throughout the years in a most handsome and mature way. Taehyung wanted to see inside your head as you touched him with gentle hands. Your body was way more perfect and powerful than his. He was still terrible at appreciating how your body was able to create a life. It was too good to be true. It was a miracle. His respect for you was always there ever since he met you, but after he saw what you went through during pregnancy, he was on his knees, bowing to you. He couldn’t even believe you were able to do any physical labour after carrying his son, let alone have him intimately again. So, Taehyung was extra gentle, caring and appreciative of you.

“How do you want to have me, love?” Taehyung asked. “Slow? Hard? Sensual?” He asked while his lips sucked on your shoulders, breath ghosting your full breasts.

You whined under him, “Hard…” Your wet cunt agreed with a hard clench. Your hands grabbed him on the shoulders and got ready for the pounding.

Taehyung scoffed, “Oh babe, I thought we entered the phase where we can just go slow and do a lot of cock-warming.” He made sure he had a comfortable hold, “Here I was thinking how our relationship matured incredibly…” He pulled his cock out, let you take a breath, and entered you again. “But you are still the cock hungry slut.”

You whined at the delicious way he filled you. “But Tae…” You opposed sweetly. “You are filling me up so well. You are giving me– ah baby– everything I need…” Taehyung pumped into you at a slow tempo.

“Do I?” He grinned down at you. Oh, you were stroking his ego so well.

“Mhmmhm… You are the best lover…Doing the all work for me– ah– just letting me enjoy your nice dick.” You bit down your lip to keep it quiet.

Taehyung’s growl filled your ears, he was always terrible at taking compliments. Taehyung’s voice was deep, low and his lips were right next to your ear. All this meant, his loose slutty mouth was going to make you cum with his words. “Yes, the fuck. You are still the same, Y/N. You are still my uni crush who begged me to pound her before her presentation. You are still a whore for me baby…” He let out a pathetic whine. “Fuck, I am still so desperate for you too… How did you make me fall in love with you this hard?” Taehyung’s lips attached you your neck as he stopped his hips. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to savour you more.

You giggled through your nose as Taehyung hid on your neck, “I remember how you fucked me before my presentation at the student submit, right in your Toyota Echo.” You ran your hand in his hair. “You weren’t this big back then…” You mumbled as he ached your core while he stayed planted in your core. You needed him to move.

Taehyung understood that by the strong clenches, “It’s because I wasn’t this good at giving dick back then.” Taehyung had learnt sex with you. He learnt how to get better at things you liked, and tried new ways to tease you. He researched a lot. He listened to bits of advice and he practised them on you. You gave him a huge smile when he started to move his hips and serve your dick slowly. “Yeah, you progressively got better at dicking me down. F-fuuc-k, you turned into a sex machine…” Your moans and giggles filled Taehyung’s ears while he went back to steadily pull and push himself in.

“Yes, baby. You had me as your little fan and turned me into your husband…” He whispered solely because he was breathless.

“My husband…” You moaned out. The word especially felt good when he started to aim for your sweet spots. “My hubby…” Your delirious moan and calling him husband made Taehyung go harder, “Yes, I am your husband, baby. I am– ah jeez– I am the owner of this juicy, sweet cunt.” Taehyung spread his knees to get deeper.

Your moans immediately change into warning ones. You were about to cum so Taehyung spoke more filth. “I am the one who fucked you full and knocked you up. I got you so pregnant with my kid. You carried my child– fuck. Everyone knows I fucked you…” Taehyung’s own words affected him.

“I did, yes, yes, baby… Tae–” You called his name on the edge of your orgasm.

Taehyung slightly pushed your one shoulder down so that you didn’t shy away from your orgasm. He knew you would do that. “Because you are my wife. You are mine… Ah– Everything about you is mine… Oh my sweet love… You are gonna cum on your husband’s dick? Are you gonna make me the happiest man on Earth? Come on, do it for me. Let me see how much of a whore you can be for me? Please, cum for me…”

Taehyung’s hips worked harmoniously to his words. He always knew how to punctuate his words with his long dick. You were so weak for his dirty comments.

“Babe– I am gonna c-” You called him and he went even harder on the talking. “Come for me so I can finally fill you up again… Ghhm– Fill you up again with our second child…” Taehyung stopped feeling his dick a second later as you violently cum and squirt all over him. Your messy cunt became flooded with your sweet juices. Taehyung let himself lose in your hot cunt and helplessly empty himself inside you.

“F-fuck… Oh-” His hips weakly thrust a few times to fully empty himself. You continued to heavily breathe along with him. You felt his sweat evaporate and cool you off. You couldn’t reach for the duvet. “Oh my god…” Taehyung whispered a minute after your joined orgasm. His butt was cramping terribly but your racing heart and needy whimpers were worth it all the cramps in the world.

“Let me catch my breath…” He whispered into your skin as he laid on you completely. Your eyes went to the baby phone. Your son was still sleeping. You nodded as he rubbed his face to your breasts. You know that he had been avoiding them since they could leak anytime. Taehyung felt guilty of stealing his son’s food so he made sure he and his favourite girls had some time off, but this didn’t mean he couldn’t kiss them a little.

When you felt Taehyung’s wet mouth on your warm skin, you shivered. Taehyung felt how you loosely clench on him. He pulled himself off when he heard you hiss in pain. No titties for him some more time, he thought and returned to his favourite place on your neck.

He nuzzled, lips giving you a few lazy kisses before you got pulled into slumber even though you had a grown-ass man on top of you with his soft dick struggling inside you. Nevertheless, Taehyung was able to power nap for around five minutes before he got up to clean you.

You thanked him half asleep as Taehyung completed his most important duty. When he finished, he dressed you scarcely. He knew you would appreciate having some clothes on if you woke up to a crying baby at night. Then, he laid next to your sleeping figure.

With a tender smile playing on his lips, Taehyung's gaze caressed every delicate feature of your face. As he watched you sleep, his mind replayed the cherished memories, from the exhilarating moments of their first meeting to the vows they exchanged on their wedding day, each memory was etched in his heart with a profound sense of love and tenderness. Gently, Taehyung's fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his touch. The intimacy you and he had shared moments ago still lingered, your souls entwined in a dance of love and passion. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the deep connection. Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung whispered words of adoration into the silence of the room, his voice a soft caress against your asleep state.

"You are my everything," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and admiration. With a tender smile, Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. In this quiet moment, he felt a profound sense of responsibility—to protect and cherish their love, to create a life filled with joy and happiness for their family. As the night carried them into dreams, Taehyung held you close, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the soulmate he had found in you.

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Heyy!! your writing is so freaking good that I've fallen in love with for sure and I'm definitely looking forward to see you grow faster than marigolds!!

I had a request and wanted you to write a fic over it (only if it's possible and if not no need to stress).

So I want it to be Taehyung×Reader where both of them are CEOs of big companies. They're married under a contract and it's been around an year when feelings started blossoming between them. But,,, both of them are really, Like REALLY, bad at expressing themselves, so like they kind of understand each other through an argument.

I would wholeheartedly appreciate if you write something over this but it's all on you and your schedule.

Love, Your anonymous fan <3

yeah, i want you | kth

>> pairing husband!taehyung x reader

>> genre/au's arranged marriage AU | angst

>> summary yearning for taehyung was never on your agenda ever since you signed the contract. determined that he never felt the same way, your night takes an unexpected turn when you get into a fight.

>> word count 949

>> warnings bad communication | mentions of unrequited love but it's required!

>> author's note anonieee!! what the fuck you're so kind, thank you for these kind and heartfelt words. i hope you enjoy this!! i tried my best to follow your request, so i hope it's to your liking. i love youuuu!! thank you for being here. <3

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, thank you.]

It was just supposed to be another dinner with your families. As always, Taehyung and you mustered an act that was believable, holding hands and even stealing small cheek kisses from one another whenever either of your parents stared for too long.

The contract Taehyung and you signed a year ago had a few rules following. No one was supposed to know, as it was interlaced with company policies and if anyone knew, both you and Taehyung’s company would fall to the ground.

You were certain that when you signed the contract, you would never fall in love with Taehyung. Now here you are, a year later, sitting next to him while his hand roams freely on your thigh — completely and utterly in love with him.

It’s hard to recall the exact moment it happened. You just knew that whenever he showed the slightest affection towards you in front of the public eye, your body would melt under his touch. Something in you started to ache, almost like a deeply engraved wish that Taehyung might feel the same way.

A whole year has passed since you signed the contract. There’s been a lot of changes in you and Taehyung’s arranged marriage. The touches linger for longer, Taehyung still calls you his wife when no one is around and you have this huge urge to do something more than what you were both assigned to do.

“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, noticing how you haven’t spoken for the past few minutes, keeping your eyes on the white table cloth.

“I think I’m just tired.” You reach for his hand resting on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. The edges of your fingers feel warm, tingling even after a simple touch.

Taehyung only nods, continuing to conversate with your parents.

As you watch him, your heart slowly breaks. A part of you has always regretted signing the contract, and now it aches even more when you’ve actually fallen for your fake husband. It was never supposed to happen, but it did.

“Thank you for a lovely evening.” Taehyung ends the conversation, getting up from the table and grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers.

Everyone around the table coos when they watch you and Taehyung standing proudly next to one another. It doesn’t surprise you that they believe this whole act, sometimes you’re guilty of believing it yourself.

The car ride home is quiet, you’re consumed by your thoughts from earlier and Taehyung hasn’t said a word since you left the house. Both of his hands are on the wheel, even though you had expected for one to land on your thigh once more.

This isn’t real, it never was.

The realization somehow makes you frustrated. You’re overthinking everything. What will happen now? You can’t just walk around pretending to be married to someone whom you’re actually in love with. It’ll break you completely, leaving you with nothing else but a broken heart.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” Taehyung says when you both step inside the house. The house was bought right after the contract was signed. It was for a better and more believable image. If only they knew that you and Taehyung don’t even share a bed.

“I’m just tired, Taehyung.” You sigh, removing your heels, wanting nothing but a warm shower and to forget all of these hurtful thoughts that are currently haunting you.

“No, something is bothering you.” Taehyung begins to pick up, determined to have it settled right in your hallway instead of just letting you leave his sight.

“I just need a warm shower.” You try to ignore again, wanting Taehyung to let go whatever he’s trying to do.

“Y/N, look at me.” You refuse, instead you walk up towards the stairs, until Taehyung speaks up again.

“For this marriage to work you need to talk to me!” He sounds frustrated.

You huff, turning around with crossed arms. “What marriage? The one under a contract? That marriage?!” It’s almost laced in your tone how you deeply wish it were more, more real than whatever act has been going around for months.

Taehyung looks taken back, blinking as he tries to come up with a response but fails. At that, you take it as your cue to leave.

“Just fucking talk to me!” He’s yelling now, panting as he waits for an answer from you.

“Taehyung, I can’t.” You whisper under your breath, feeling the ache become stronger resulting in tears about to fall.

“Why not?” He’s not giving up.

“Taehyung, stop.” You warn, raising your voice.

“No, please, tell me.” His voice turns helpless, on the verge of breaking and that’s when you’ve had it.

You look up, watching Taehyung’s wet stained eyes. The silence engulfs you as you both just stare at each other. Somehow the longer you stare at Taehyung, the more you believe that maybe, maybe he’s aching too.

“Taehyung.” You call out, his eyes become wider and before you know it you’re being pulled as two magnets, crashing onto each other with a desperate kiss.

No words need to be said, but the truth lies between you.

Taehyung kisses you gently, holding you as if you’ll leave him. He’s giving it his all into the kiss, answering what you’ve been craving for so long.

You can’t stop kissing him, tasting him as he moves with you at a perfected pace. You’re holding tightly onto one another, breathing each other in.

Taehyung pulls away slowly, blinking slowly before he looks you directly in your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just staring at you softly before he kisses you again and you reciprocate faster than anything.

In this moment, you both knew that you truly love each other.

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A Story From a Different Time [Taehyung x Reader]

Summery: Love. Love is such a wonder. Your love story is especially wondrous to your grandkids who love love as much as you and hang on to every word as you relive the time in your life as a teacher when you met a soft hearted tattoo artist.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader

Rating: Teens and up

Warnings: a suggestive joke

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: Fluff, a hint of angst, Teacher au! Tattoo artist au!

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELY AND AMAZING @taegularities. This has been quite a year for you and I am so proud of all you’ve done and survived. You’re so strong and caring. Make sure to have a nice big celebration and remember, I am always giving you big big hugs. I love you so much bb!

“Halmoni?”

“Yes, Dohyun-ah?”

“How did-did-did you and harabeoji meet?”

You sighed, gently rubbing Dohyun’s head as you tucked his sheets around him.

“Well, it was…”

You sighed and giggled, looking out the window to the clear night sky.

“We met in a really cute way… but it’s late, baby, I can tell you tomorrow. What story do you want me to read to you tonight?”

Dohyun pouted, his lips pouting.

“P-please Halmoni! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

You laughed, rubbing his forehead.

“Ok, baby.”

He signed up for one of my weekend reading programs reading to children. I don’t know what I expected him to look like. Maybe like other people in their twenties who often showed up to these events in jeans and a t-shirt. Nonetheless, I was shocked when he showed up to the training program in a leather clad outfit. He looked soooo tough back then! Later I learned that he had come right from work to attend the training. He had been very worried that other people at the training would give him funny looks for his tough outfit.

He shuffled up to me to check in and listened to the session, nodding along and taking notes. He even came around after the session with a list of questions that he was too shy to ask in front of everyone, all the while, a small smile was on his face.

I went home that night with mixed feelings.

He was so sweet and no one would reasonably throw a fit about him helping out at the center. That being said how would the kids react to someone heavily tattooed and covered in leather? How would parents react to him?

Many of the kids hadn’t seen more than one or two tattoos and they went wild for them… and tattoos were still taboo generally. You knew they’d have mixed reactions to Taehyung. I’d hoped that it would be good for them.

What I hadn’t expected for the first session was for Taehyung to show up thirty minutes sooner than asked... which was a whole hour before children would show up. I was taken aback from how he looked today.

Baggy jeans, a loose shirt, and a soft yellow cardigan. His tattoos were somewhat hidden. His left hand was taped up to hide his tattoos but not everything was hidden as well. The tattoos under his shirt looked almost like ghosts under his t-shirt, especially when it touched his skin. If one wasn't looking closely it might have looked like he was wearing a very faded styled shirt.

He looked much softer than he had the day before.

I was struck by him.

The whole first thirty minutes were very awkward though because I didn't have much to do before the adults arrived. There was no way I would have managed to move 30 small desks around the day of a session so I had done most of the preparations for the program last night.

In the end, we settled for making some coffee. It wasn't the best. The Keurig only had a few off-brand light roast blends, but Taehyung’s company made it worthwhile.

"I wish that I could have the classroom set up like this all the time. My students would love it." I sighed looking around the soft and inviting space.

The desks were pushed against the cubbies and used as barriers to seperate off different reading sections. Blankets were thrown over the ones being used as barriers to soften the whole vibe. I'd even gone through the work to grab all the soft and comfortable chairs I could find in the building to use. I had also spent some time organizing all the books by their difficulty at the table up front for adults to grab for their student groups. It was a beautiful setup and would help the day go by smoothly.

The place looked so soft and inviting… so unlike my normal classroom.

"You've done an amazing setting up the space, Y/n-ssi."

"Thank you!"

He held my gaze for a few seconds, his cup awkwardly held up as if about to take a sip. I imagine it was uncomfortable. I could barely hold the cup for a few seconds before the coffee’s heat became too much for my sensitive fingers.

Now I know that his hands had long since gotten used to heat from the needles tattoo artists use.

Instead of taking a sip, he broke eye contact and looked around with a deep sigh, "The place is so different from the tattoo shop I work at. It's a nice change. The tattoo shop I work at definitely leans into the grunge aesthetic."

I laughed, "Yeah. This place isn't very grunge."

Taehyung's deep laugh filled the room, seeming to bounce off of the walls and hug me comfortingly. I liked his laugh even then.

"Now I want to see this place in a grunge aesthetic."

"Halloween?"

He looked at me thoughtfully then, butterflies filling my stomach as I looked at him. I was tempted to ask him what was going through his head at that moment. As he was about to open his mouth to say something, someone else walked in.

The moment was lost.

There were many more moments though.

During that day and most of the future classes, Taehyung and I shared many soft glances. Sometimes it was during breaks, the kids running around to get drinks and snacks as he sat and waited. Other times, it was while he was reading and I was walking around. Each time though, I felt a warm blush rise up on me. He stayed a little late most sessions as well, spending extra time helping me clean up as the two of us chatted away. His humor drew me in almost immediately.

I felt like I'd develop a six pack from how much I was laughing.

I enjoyed it.

On my way to a painting cafe, I found myself ruminating on our conversations. My mind replying back our jokes and conversations. You'd wondered if Taehyung’s actions were showing him wanting to become my friend or if he was being nice. I liked spending time with him and it would be so cool to have a friend who actually enjoyed going to painting cafes. Jihyo, bless her soul, only came begrudgingly after I promised that we would do a 10k race together.

I shuddered at the thought as I entered the cafe and made my way to Jihyo and I’s reserved table. Tonight would be a fun night for the two of us. I wouldn’t think about Taehyung right now. He was something I could worry about later.

“Listen, unnie. I know I don’t like painting as much as you but you look like you’re dreading tonight.” Jihyo said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh? I looked stressed?”

She laughed and nodded, setting her stuff down as she sat down, “You looked like you were about to start writing a lesson plan.”

“Omg! Not at all! I was thinking about someone.”

“Miss. Y/n thinking of someone?! Unheard of!”

I laughed and shoved Jihyo, “Shut up. That isn’t true… but it is Kim Taehyung. He’s a volunteer for the reading program and I’ve been enjoying his company. I hope if he was too. That’s all.”

“Is he hot?”

“Yes.”

Jihyo wiggled her eyebrows as she cooed, “Then ask him out!”

“No! I don’t even know if he wants to become my friend… I don’t think I could even ask him out.”

“Well… it doesn’t have to be a long term dating thing.”

“No. If I went out with someone, I’d want it to be for a serious relationship. Besides, I don’t even like Taehyung that way.”

Jihyo shrugged, “You’re demi, right? Your feelings could change as you get to know him more.”

“Perhaps… I don’t want to talk about this anymore though. How’s classes going for you?”

“Yah! You think that work is a better topic than romance!? I am hurt… but classes are going well. My students aren’t as rough as last year. It is like a breath of fresh air.”

“I am glad.” I looked down at the canvas that was at my table, “My classes are going decent as well. I have a few kids that need extra help, but they are very nice.”

“That’s good… now… I have a very important question… Do you have any idea what you’re going to paint?”

I laughed, “No. Do you?”

“Nope… which is why I need to focus for a little while.”

I laughed and nodded, grabbing a paintbrush and trying to think about the painting. All my worries lessened for a little as I painted. It was why I liked painting so much. For the time I painted, everything felt easier to manage. My stress was less significant as I focused on something completely different than classes and people. It was also a perfect creative outlet and stress reliever.

I deeply needed that painting session with Jihyo. It left me feeling refreshed and upbeat. Plus, I found myself planning intensely how to decorate my classroom and my reading room for Halloween. A totally normal thing to do the week before Halloween. I had so much trouble finding inexpensive decorations since so many had been bought already. I found myself often falling down rabbit holes of DIY decorations and sites that were selling tons of decorations for cheap. That was what Taehyung found me doing when he showed up early for the next weekend reading session.

I jumped when he first spoke, too engrossed by the search to notice him, “Those decorations don’t look very grunge.” He said as he entered and sat next to me.

“Ohhhh. You’re right! Want to help me look for some more grunge ones?”

He nodded and we found ourselves in a comfortable silence as we scrolled through a site. With him, I filled my wishlist with tons of cool decorations. I had low hopes of actually getting them approved but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that, he looked way too excited at the fun items we were finding.

“I am so tempted to get some of these for myself. They are so cool!”

“They are. I hope that I am able to get some with how close it is to halloween.”

Taehyung laughed, “I am rooting for you!”

I blushed and nodded, “Thank you. If not, I will probably have to stay up and make some myself. It’ll be fun though. I like painting so it’s not like it’ll be a painful task.”

“Oh? Painting? I didn’t know!”

“There is a lot that you don’t know about me, Taehyung-ah.” I said jokingly, gently shoving his shoulder.

“I’d like to learn more about you. How long have you been painting?”

“Five or so years at this point. I am not the best but it’s good stress relief and it is very fun.”

“Art is so nice. I feel similar with drawing. Been drawing for eight or so years and tattooing for four. I find them so relaxing.”

I nodded, “Tattooing sounds stressful to me… what if you make a mistake?”

“Well, then I got to improvise!” Taehyung laughed, “If you want help with making some decorations, I’d be happy to help out.”

“Thank you, and if I’m able to get them and you want, you could always take some of the decorations after I use them.”

“Really?” He asked, an excited look growing on his face as he looked between the long wishlist and me.

I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach as I nodded, worrying my lip, “I’d need you to promise to return them for me to use next year.”

Taehyung turned and looked at me more intensely, “I can promise that.”

Was he always this close to me? Or was he getting closer?

I couldn’t tell but the tension budding between us was very present and I didn’t quite know if I minded. He leaned in closer, his hand rising to cup my cheek before he started speaking again, “Listen, Y/n-ah--”

“Miss Y/L/N! Quick question about the test tomorrow!” A new teacher opened the door, “Oh-- Am I interrupting anything?”

I separated, my face red hot, “Not at all. What can I help you with?”

Taehyung seemed to deflate as the teacher and I talked but I felt somewhat relieved by the distance. Did I want to kiss him? Did I like him? I didn’t understand my feelings and a possible kiss would have made it so much more confusing for me.

Plus, there was no way he liked me. We hadn’t even hung out outside of these sessions and I barely had time to do so. This must’ve been a heat of the moment mistake for Taehyung.

Despite the momentary relief, the whole reading session felt tense. Taehyung seemed to waver between being more touchy and being stand-offish, and I didn’t know how to act either. Something happened and acting like nothing did would be silly but there wasn’t time to talk about it. The longer the day went on, the more confused I felt about my own feelings as well… Maybe Taehyung would be a good boyfriend… But was I ready for one? Would he be ok with me spending so much time working?

I didn’t know what to think and Taehyung didn’t seem to want to talk after the session was done. He quickly left the room, barely even saying goodbye before going. It hurt and I found myself stressing about his reaction. What would this halloween session look like? How awkward was it going to be?

Unsurprisingly, as the week progressed, I didn’t have much time to worry about how Taehyung would act during our session. Work was challenging normally. Having to juggle everything with Halloween decorations made me busier. It didn’t help that the school seemed bent on not approving anything fun. The grunge theme wasn’t approved for my classroom and Jihyo wanted to do a Nightmare Before Christmas theme which was shut down as well. The school telling both of us to stick to traditional Halloween decorations.

I had to use the same, brittle and old Halloween decorations saved from gym Halloween parties. I also took to making some new decorations that were as basic and boring as the old ones I got permission to use. The kids seemed to enjoy the decorations and they took great fun in helping decorate the classroom, but it made me sad. Especially when Taehyung showed up early on Halloween.

“Oh? Here I thought there was talk about grunge themes?” He asked as soon as he entered.

Despite his comment, he looked excited, a large square smile growing on his face. He had a Jack Skellington sweater on under his leather jacket, something he’d worn a few times during the sessions. The kids (and you) went wild over. Part of me wanted to call Jihyo over to show her the Jack Skellington outfit as she’d get a kick out of it, but she had too much work to do.

Part of you might have wanted to be alone with Taehyung.

The two of you could talk about what happened last week, “My boss almost gave me a stern talking to about the grunge theme. It isn’t Halloween themed according to them.”

He laughed.

“I guess. Still a shame. I was excited to walk into a grunge classroom.” He hummed, wandering up to a skeleton and poking it, “This reminds me of what one of my high school science teachers had in his classroom. Scared me so much every time I saw it.”

I laughed and nodded, “Did your teacher ever claim that it was an actual skeleton?”

“No! That would have made it so much worse! I would have needed to transfer classes if he did that.”

“My middle school science teacher said that every year they chose the worst student to become a science skeleton.”

“Omo! That is so scary!”

“It gets worse! I had the lowest grade that year. My classmates gave me flowers after our final.”

Taehyung laughed loudly as he leaned closer to the skeleton, “I wouldn’t have taken you as someone who would’ve done bad in classes. Here I thought that all teachers were good students as kids.”

“Oh no! I needed sooooo much help to pass my classes. I have dyslexia and ADHD and I wouldn’t have made it through school if it weren’t for tutors and good teachers. That’s why I wanted to become a teacher. I want more kids to have the chance to do well in classes. All kids deserve care and support.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Taehyung looked at me with a soft look then and I found my skin itching under his gaze. This would’ve been a great time to talk about what happened last week… but I couldn’t do it.

“Yeah. Although sometimes, well often times, they aren’t kind back. One time, I got this new haircut that I was feeling. It was super different than what I normally get but I was feeling adventurous… well the kids didn’t approve. One went up to me and said my haircut was ugly.”

Taehyung started laughing.

“I was so embarrassed and I’ll never get that haircut again. My friend still bring it up to this day sometimes.”

“Noooo! Why would they do that?”

“Well… because she was in the room with me when it happened and my face turned beet red when they said it. I was frozen for a minute or so after too. She finds it hilarious.”

“It is a little funny.”

You started laughing as well, “It was very funny in retrospect.”

Taehyung nodded, joining you in laughing as others started coming into the room. The reading day sadly started as your conversation eded. On the bright side though, after Halloween, there was much less tension in the air. We’d drink some tea and talk for a few minutes before the actual program started and by the end of the academic year, I was considering him a friend (dare I say one of my closest, non-teacher friends)... even if there was also a tension between the two of us sometimes.

Neither of us seemed to have the courage to ask for the other’s phone number. We talked lightly about meeting up later some time, but it was as if neither of us had the courage to take the next step. It was like there was some sort of barrier between us and neither of us knew how to break it. I wanted to get closer outside of the reading program and Taehyung seemed to as well. Yet nothing happened past talking about doing so.

That was until the end of year celebration. I had wanted to do some sort of celebration to thank the volunteers who helped over the year and finally managed to get it approved by the school. Most of the places they talked about were pricey and I’d only gotten a bit of money from the school with the approval. Nowhere near enough to pay for the amount of food people were talking about getting at these pricey restaurants. It became a hot topic of discussion over email with people trying to bargain with everyone to get the restaurant of their choice

As the email chain was dying down with little agreement on location to celebrate, Taehyung suggested that we go to a noraebang. I later learned was one of his favorite places to go to celebrate. People seemed into the idea and it worked well for the budget because I could pay for the first two hours and a round of beverages for the chaperones. Plus, it would be easy for them to pay separately for other food and drinks they ended up getting. It wasn’t an all paid celebration but it made it easy for people to go over budget without tons of confusing payment.

After that night, noraebangs became my new favorite outing, and it really helped that the people I was going with were so good.

Everyone was cheering each other on and dancing. I didn’t expect I’d have as much fun as I did but the environment was so wonderful. Plus, it helped that Taehyung set the mood. He wasn’t shy of embarrassing himself. He made the night so chaotic, and had such a soothing voice. I swear, he could have been a singer if he wanted to be.

I was mesmerized by his singing and I remember vividly during his last song, I found myself accepting that I liked him romantically. I could see myself going out with him. While I didn’t know what to do with this realization, I felt beyond excited.

As the night was winding down, I realized that if I wanted to see Taehyung again, it was time for me to gather my courage and ask for his number. We likely wouldn’t see each other again otherwise. I grew nervous as I thought over the ways I could ask for his number.

Funny thing though… I didn’t end up asking for his number.

The night ended with a soft kiss between the two of us… and then we awkwardly parted ways.

I beat myself up over it so much. He was so cool and now that the program finished, I had no way to contact him and no guarantee that I'd see him again. I was disappointed in myself.

I also understood why I didn’t ask for his number. After the kiss, I felt starstruck and also very awkward. It was a night of high emotions and I found myself second guessing everything that happened. He likely got carried away and I didn’t know if I wanted to risk it.

After that night, I felt upset at myself and my fears. I didn't have much time to dwell thought. Summer school prep was nearing and I had a big role to play with coordinating it and summer camp programs. Soon enough, I was wrapped up in tons of work and barely had time to think about any social life. It was tragic but at least I got paid well for summer camp programs.

"If we separated the school up by summer school and summer camps, we could keep the students separate and provide a good space for everyone." Jihyo explained, drawing on a small map on the desk.

"That could work but it doesn't quite do enough to solve potential issues with students getting lunch or outdoor space. Both will need that."

She hummed and nodded, glaring at the map.

"What if we staggered the times that stuff is done? Longer recesses for summer school students and during then, the camp kids are having lunch. Make sure that those in summer school have focus time and relax time."

"And for the activities for the campers, we could try to tell the councilors where to go and where not to."

I hummed and nodded, Jihyo dismissing an email that showed up on her phone.

“Y/n-ah, I do have an odd request, though… and I know this is a sudden topic change but I want to ask now before I forget.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you let me handle emails? I know you normally do for the summer camps but we got an email asking for your number and it … It put me off. I mean the person seemed nice and I recognized the email from one of the volunteers for the reading program we did. I told them I couldn’t give your number… but I want to make sure that if they email again asking, I can respond.”

“Oh? Who emailed?”

“Uhhh… I think it was a Kim Taehyung?”

My heart stopped. He had tried to reach out and I was not in the right role to see.

“Did you keep the email or delete it?”

“Um… I kept it… why?”

“Would it be bad if I emailed them?”

Jihyo laughed and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“I take it you like this Taehyung?”

Blush rose on my cheeks in embarrassment at her comment.

“OMO! WAS HE THE DUDE--”

Jihyo gasped excitedly, slapping my arm.

“Go email him right now! OMO! If I am not a bridesmaid at your wedding I am going to be so upset!”

I left that room in a giggling mess and sent Taehyung an email right then and there. We went on our first date a few days later and the rest was history.

The restaurant was big and cold. I shivered as I walked towards the hostess table, my nerves swirling at a nauseating speed. This was the first time in almost three months that Taehyung and I had met. I had no idea what to expect from this meeting.

Would he talk about what happened? Could he be inquiring about another reading program? Was he going to be friendly and act like nothing else happened?

I was preparing for the worst mentally.

Surprisingly, Taehyung was already seated at a small booth in the back of the restaurant. I'd thought I'd be the first to arrive since I came fifteen minutes early but he had also chosen to come early as well. He looked good in his all black outfit, a long and loose fitting black jacket and barrette resting on the booth next to him.

Somehow I managed to sit down with Taehyung and have a nice conversation. Despite the conversation that flowed that eased my initial nerves, I didn't have enough confidence to ask about what happened at the party. At the very least, he seemed to want to be my friend which I could resign myself to. As the night progressed, the worries about a relationship with Taehyung faded some as I tried to enjoy the time we had. Conversations were fun and fast paced. They ranged from fun tattoos he's done to theories on how the fashion industry would change over the decade. It was fun and I was sad when the waiter came and we placed a dessert order. It wasn't the end of our lunch but the end was close and I didn't want it to end yet.

Taehyung sighed, setting down his iced tea and looking over at me, "I have really enjoyed catching up with you and this lunch is wonderful... but I don't think we can go on like this. Like friends is all we are."

Shock washed over me. I hadn't expected him to bring it up now. Sure stuff happened at the party a while ago. That was a while ago though and so much time has passed since then. I'd assumed that he'd moved on and had someone by now, or at the very least wasn't interested in me anymore. That was at least what I had assumed since he waited until now to bring it up.

"W-What?"

This didn't feel real. Taehyung was still interested in you?

"I thought... I thought that what happened at the party last time we met meant something." He looked back down at his drink, rubbing at the condensation. It seemed that in my momentary shock, insecurity started to creep back into Taehyung.

"It did! Absolutely!"

"But?" He asked, worrying his lip.

"There is no but. Really. I was... surprised. I am sorry but you are so amazing and it took me so long to respond to you. I thought that you had moved on or something. Hearing that you still felt like there can still be more to our relationship is a shock. A good shock."

You sighed wistfully, looking at Dohyun, who was now deep asleep.

“Good night, baby.”

As you got up, body achey with age, you saw Taehyung leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in large soft pajamas that practically swallowed him whole, his tattoos peeking out from under the sweater. He aged so gracefully.

“I love you, Y/n-ah.” He whispered quietly, opening his arms for a hug.

Waddling over, you giggled once in his embrace. No matter how much time passed, he still managed to make you a soft mess.

Hand in hand, the two of you made your way downstairs where Taehyung had made tea for both of you.

“I am glad you didn’t tell them what we did after the noraebang night.” Taehyung said with a wink after taking a sip of his tea.

You practically coughed up a lung at that.

“YEAH! Why would I!”

He shrugged.

“All I am saying is that I am glad you changed the story some.”

“Well, I am glad we had a story to tell in the first place.”

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mysinsforbts · 1 year

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Taehyung can you be my husband I really love you a lot?

"I love you a lot more so will you be my wife then?",

a cheeky smile formed on tae's lips as looked at you. Love showing in his gaze. Nervous about what your answer would be he coughed, playing with his fingers.

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taeboisdutae · 1 year

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Dear Me, Dear You [Taekook]

Characters : Kim Taehyung x Jeon Jungkook

Their locations : Jungkook top | Taehyung bottom

Content : Romance, fluff, writing, log book, betrayal, sadness

End : Happy ending

Status : On hold

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Summary : Every day, Taehyung will write in his notebook quotes to situations he experiences daily to be able to come out of his grief.

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1-44 • Let's go!

Painful 🖤

#vkook fluff #vkook fanfiction #kookv fanfiction #kookv fluff #bts #bts taehyung fluff #bts jungkook fluff #romance #writing #log book #betrayal #sadness and sorrow #sadness quotes

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haechanhues · 2 years

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H O U S E O F C A R D S

summary : you want more and to certify that for yourself - you learn to play the game and collect your cards.

chapter eleven : kim taehyung

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ 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

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ 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

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ 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

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☆ 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

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☆ 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

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☆ 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

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☆ 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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kookslastbutton · 2 months

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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | Series M.list

✒ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader (not poly!)

genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love

word count: tbd

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, alcohol consumption, sexism in the media and business world, morally grey characters, toxic relationships, mentions of therapy, abandonment issues, and explicit sexual content (specified per chapter)

playing: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.

a/n: ik what you're thinking! This header is low effort but it's what i got for now 😫 forgive me pls! Also yeah its another fricken taekook love triangle-ish bc I can't let this scenario go. Was supposed to be a oneshot but here we are...i hope you enjoy! 🌹❤

Chapters

༓ chapter i —

"I lie to my heart 'cause I thought you felt it" [3.3k]

༓ chapter ii —

"You can't light a fire, if the candle's melted" [4.5k]

༓ chapter iii —

"No you don't have to love me"

༓ chapter iv —

"Don't act like I mean nothing"

༓ chapter v —

"Untake this heart"

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

#jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #fic:guiltypleasures #kookslastbutton

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gimmethatagustd · 9 months

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wanna watch a sex tape | kth (ft. pjm)

When Taehyung invited you over to watch a movie, you didn’t think the movie he had in mind would be your sex tape… And you definitely didn’t think his roommate would want to watch, too.

↳ pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin

↳ wc/date: 6.9k | August 2023

↳ warnings: no pronouns/gendered language for oc except "pussy", namjoon has mono and it's not the album (hahahaaa), homemade pornography, Big Dick Tae, exhibitionism, humiliation kink (but it's like... unintentional? tae isn't mean or anything), handjob, blowjob, deepthroating, facefucking, crying, anal and vaginal fingering, unprotected anal and vaginal sex, double penetration, creampie, subspace, sub!reader, soft!dom tae, switch!jimin ig, an insane amount of lube like way too much, they're all arguing with each other the entire time, tae tries to deepthroat a camcorder

↳ notes: lol yeahhh soooo... idk what's up with me and threesomes lately, but, uhhh, i'm too embarrassed to proofread this so i'll do it later hkjds

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“It’s just a movie,” he’d said. “What’s wrong with two friends watching a movie? It’s Netflix and chill in the most literal way, I promise,” he’d insisted.

So why does Taehyung have pulled up what appears to be a video editing software instead of Netflix?

You sit with your back against Taehyung’s headboard and your legs tucked beneath you while you watch him place his laptop on the bed in front of you. The moment he presses play, you feel all the blood drain from your body.

“Kim Taehyung, turn that the fuck off!” you screech. You lunge forward to slap the space bar, effectively pausing the video. “Why? Why why why why why?”

“You said I could pick the movie,” Taehyung says with a slight pout.

“This is not a fucking movie!”

There on the screen, with a fucking sepia filter, is a still of Taehyung’s fingers lodged deep between your thighs. The tendons and veins in his wrist and forearm pop to the surface from the thrusting motion. In the second it took to pause the video, you’d heard your own breathy moans blare from the laptop’s speakers.

This is probably the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you in your entire life. Probably in anyone’s life! You’re living a nightmare.

“You’re right, it’s not a movie,” Taehyung sighs. He leans back on his palms and lets his head loll to the side as he stares at you blankly, almost as if he’s bored. It’s enraging how hot he looks. “It’s just raw footage. I have a lot of edits to make before I could call it a movie. For starters, I already hate the filter.”

Ears and cheeks aflame with invisible heat, you dig your fingers into the bed’s fluffy comforter to prevent yourself from clawing Taehyung’s eyes out. He’s genuinely insufferable and has been for as long as you’ve known him.

You don’t know how you keep finding yourself in these unfortunate situations with Taehyung. The first time, he provoked you. How could you have reasonably walked away from him at Hoseok’s party when it was in your own fucking apartment? After he fucked your pussy and took a photo when you came? What were you supposed to have done?! You’d already tried kicking him out. The little shit just wiggled his way under your skin and made you itch.

The whole striptease thing hadn’t been your fault, either. Hoseok had a whole conversation with you about not “scaring away” his friends as if it’s somehow on you that his friends are all annoying. But you love Hoseok, no matter how difficult he makes your life sometimes, and you told yourself that you would do better to be nice. Helping Taehyung with his college photography assignment seemed like a nice way to hold out an olive branch to the asshole. How could you have known that it would end with, with, with a sex tape?

Because that’s what this is on Taehyung’s laptop. A fucking sex tape.

You made a sex tape with Kim fucking Taehyung, the most infuriating man on the planet, and now you’re sitting on his bed while he explains his editing software like this is the most normal thing you could be doing on a Friday night.

“Are you even listening?” Taehyung narrows his eyes at you. His fingers hover over the trackpad, posed to click on the video’s play button.

You swat his hand away, and he yelps.

“Stop it right now,” you snap. “We are not watching this.”

You’re so embarrassed that your entire body is on fire. The skin at the nape of your neck prickles, and your stomach swoops so severely that you’re afraid you might pass out from how difficult it is to inhale. It doesn’t help that Taehyung’s previous look of irritation has morphed into something slimy and smug.

Of course, the universe is never on your side. Assuming Taehyung will let this go is nothing more than a pipe dream.

“You’re that upset about it?” Taehyung isn’t sincere when he asks.

Using the arrow keys, he fast-forwards through the video. Despite your embarrassment, you can’t take your eyes off the frames as they quickly flash across the screen. Taehyung lingers momentarily on a part of the video that makes the heat in your face travel south.

Most people look better in real life than in photos, but Taehyung is flawless no matter the circumstance. His sharp, dark eyes stare back at you through the screen. From the angle his head is tilted, his eyes have a narrowed, almost sleepy appearance as he looks through his eyelashes at the camera. You can only see the top half of his face because the lower half is buried between your thighs.

You straighten your posture and clasp your hands in your lap. Forcing yourself to look away from the laptop is hard, and you hate yourself for being so affected by the image of Taehyung eating you out. It was a fluke. A mistake. Something fueled by lust and some weird desire for you to prove that… what? You could fuck him, and it mean nothing?

“This is the best part.”

You don’t want to look again, but you do. It isn’t Taehyung’s comment that draws you toward the laptop once more, but another voice. Your own.

“I liked you better when you were crying and begging for me like a good boy.”

In the moment, you thought you’d been snappy and clever when you said that line – meant to be an insult more than anything. Listening to it now, you’re ashamed to hear something far more… suggestive to your tone. Had it really been like that? Or are you overanalyzing now?

“I can still be a good boy for you like this…”

Taehyung’s rough, fucked-out voice makes your entire body tense. It was fucking hot when he said it then, and hearing it again only confirms that, yes, it was fucking hot.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and broken moans flood the room. Watching yourself on video is surreal, a version of you that you wouldn’t otherwise ever know. Most people live their entire lives without knowing what they look like when they’re having sex – not like this. And here you are, watching a version of you fuck yourself on Taehyung’s cock in the very bed you sit on right now.

“Honestly, I’m offended that you don’t even appreciate how well I edited these shots. They all flow so seamlessly; didn’t you notice?”

For some reason, the pout Taehyung wears tugs at your heart in a way you wish it wouldn’t. He just looks so genuine.

“Taehyung,” you speak sternly, hoping you can set the tone for a more serious conversation. Even though your face isn’t in the video, you’re still a little nervous about what Taehyung will do with it.

Another part of you is very turned on because the video is still playing, and even though you’re looking at Taehyung, you can see the movement out of the corner of your eye. It only gets worse when Taehyung’s moans grow louder.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung’s lips part slightly. You watch him run his tongue against the inside of his cheek with your heart hammering in your chest and heat pooling between your legs. Taehyung exhales in real life, the sound soft and shaky, at the exact moment he cums in the video.

Whatever you were about to say evaporates from your mind like mist in the wind because he sounds so pretty.

Fucking hell.

“What?” Taehyung tries again to get an answer from you, but you can’t speak.

By now, you’re thoroughly wet, to the point that your thighs feel damp from being pressed together. Your underwear is uncomfortable when you shift, and you wish you’d worn more than a pair of baggy basketball shorts. They go well with your cute cropped hoodie and the Nikes you left at Taehyung’s front door. At least they’re black, so there’s no chance your arousal will be seen through your clothes.

The last thing you need is for Taehyung to know you’re turned on.

“Nothing,” you finally respond, tearing your gaze from his face.

The new view is worse, though. You immediately look down and see the last frame of the video. Taehyung’s cock rests on your bare ass, cum splattered on your cheeks and lower back, his cock shiny and slick. You breathe in sharply and seal your fate because Taehyung immediately pounces on that tiny detail.

“I know you liked it,” Taehyung goads, his pout morphing into the classic grin you’ve grown to both hate and love.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie.”

You twist around to face him fully. “Listen here, you little piece of–”

It’s like deja vu, really, how your eyes fall to look at the bulge in Taehyung’s pants. This time, he’s wearing light grey sweatpants that are a little tight in the crotch, showing a clear outline of his cock resting along his thigh. The fabric at the head of his cock is darker than the rest, a wet spot that has your body throbbing with desire.

Perhaps from the attention, Taehyung’s cock kicks up, twitching in the confines of his sweats. He lets out a quiet, breathy laugh.

“I’m listening.”

Taehyung reaches over to squeeze your knee when you still don't speak. Slowly, he glides his hand up your thigh. Once he reaches the hem of your shorts, he lifts his gaze from where his hand is hot on your skin to your face. His eyes lock with yours as he slips his hand into the leg of your shorts and continues following the inside of your thigh.

Despite Taehyung’s body heat, you shiver from his touch as he travels higher and higher. It tickles, but you bite your lip and force yourself to stay still. The only part of you that moves is your chest as you rapidly take shallow breaths. It does nothing to calm you down; if anything, it worsens everything. You’re working yourself up to the point that you’re gushing in your underwear.

Taehyung’s fingers trace along the elastic, and you know he can feel how soaked you are. His gaze weighs heavy on you, eyes dark and lidded. He presses his fingers against your underwear and drags them along your lips, lightly increasing his pressure to massage your clit.

“Oh,” you let out with a gasp, digging your fingers into the comforter. You automatically open your legs further, allowing Taehyung better access. He continues rubbing your clit through your underwear, his movements too slow and light for your liking. “Taehyung…”

“Hm?” He’s so fucking smug you want to slap him, but you also don’t want him to stop.

“Just, fucking, just–”

Your desperate request for him to just fucking finger you already is cut off by Taehyung’s bedroom door flying open. With an embarrassing scream, you practically leap off Taehyung’s bed.

“Taehyungieeee! I was supposed to hang out with Namjoon hyung, but he canceled because he got fucking mono. Can you believe? Who gets mono at almost thirty years old? Seriously! I asked him who he’s been making out with, but he–”

The dark-haired man stops midsentence with his jaw hanging off its hinges. Wide, unsuspecting eyes flit from your look of horror to the outline of Taehyung’s dick in his pants to Taehyung’s hand now resting on your knee. But what’s somehow the most embarrassing thing is that the man’s eyes eventually land on Taehyung’s laptop, where his dick and your ass are still on display.

“Oh wow.”

Taehyung lets out a long groan and lets his head roll backward.

“This is exactly why I tell you to knock before you come in here.”

“W-what!” The man sputters. “This is my fault?”

After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Taehyung levels his gaze to stare at the man. “Did you knock?”

The man looks pained when forced to say, “No…”

You would rather die than be here right now. You watch the two men begin bickering about proper roommate etiquette because this is apparently Taehyung’s roommate, Jimin, who you didn’t know even existed. A convenient thing to leave out, right? Of course, Taehyung wouldn’t fucking tell you that there’s the possibility that someone might be in the apartment with you.

“Well, what are you watching?” Jimin walks toward the bed to get a better look at Taehyung’s laptop. “Fuck, that guy’s cock is huge. What’s this on?”

“Oh my god, Taehyung, make it go away!” You finally hiss, slapping Taehyung in the arm to make him do something.

Taehyung throws his head back in a fit of laughter, which makes you slap him even harder.

“That’s me.”

Jimin nearly chokes. “Excuse me?”

The look on Taehyung’s face is a mix of pride and mischief. He’s absolutely glowing, absorbing all the praise, even if it’s accidentally given.

“That is my cock. And the ass…” Taehyung jabs his thumb in your direction, much to your displeasure.

“Oh,” Jimin exclaims. “Your ass looks great.”

“For fuck’s sake, I need to get out of here.”

“No!” Taehyung reaches for your arm to keep you from getting up. “We haven’t even fully watched it yet.”

You narrow your eyes and gesture in Jimin’s direction. Even if you wanted to watch the sex tape – which you definitely don’t – you can’t watch it with Taehyung’s roommate hovering over you like this. You don’t even understand why the guy is still here or how he and Taehyung can converse normally while Taehyung’s got a literal erection.

Boys are so fucking weird.

“Can I watch, too?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. There’s no way, no fucking way. And yet Taehyung’s already nodding and scooting over for Jimin to sit on the other side of him.

“I worked so hard on this, and it’s going unappreciated.” Taehyung glares at you.

Before you can react, Taehyung has restarted the video. His hand migrates from your arm back down to your knee and squeezes lightly, maybe in an attempt to be comforting, but you’re already beginning to die inside from embarrassment.

It doesn’t help that Jimin is gorgeous. You find yourself admiring him as he watches the video, which Taehyung has now turned on with full volume. Jimin’s eyes are glued to the screen. Occasionally, he makes little comments to praise Taehyung’s editing skills or point out how you and Taehyung have “great chemistry.” But the most intriguing part is when Jimin begins to squirm.

It’s still early in the video, just after Taehyung starts eating you out, when you notice Jimin’s hand move to rest in his lap. It isn’t subtle how he adjusts his erection in his jeans, but he doesn’t know that you’re staring at him.

There’s something about knowing that this complete stranger is now hard because of watching your porn that rekindles the arousal buzzing inside you. It doesn’t help that Jimin and Taehyung are right; the video is hot. It’s ridiculously hot.

Distracted, you don’t realize Taehyung’s attention is no longer on the video like Jimin’s is. Instead, he’s got his eyes on where his hand disappears into your shorts again. This time, he wiggles his fingers inside your underwear.

The first press of his fingertips against your clit makes you moan, high-pitched and desperate. You immediately slap your hand over your mouth, and Taehyung chuckles.

“Y’know, I was thinking…” Taehyung begins, noticing that Jimin’s now watching his fingers move in your shorts. “We should make another video.”

“You should,” Jimin agrees immediately with a nod. It’s eager, without shame, and that alone makes your pussy throb for some reason.

Are you into exhibitionism? Is that what this is? What the fuck is going on?

“No way,” you try to protest, but another moan comes from deep in your chest when Taehyung slips his middle finger inside you.

“I could film it,” Jimin offers, as though finding a director is the issue. His chest rises rapidly as his pretty eyes roam your body.

Just as before, you let your legs spread. By now, Taehyung isn’t trying to hide what he’s doing. He openly fingers you with his roommate sitting right there, watching. You lean back on your palms and let your head fall back when Taehyung squeezes your thigh with his other hand to hold you open.

“Yeah, Chim, you film it,” Taehyung agrees. “Baby? Wanna do it now?” He slips a second finger inside you, and you think it’s unfair that he’s asking you this while fingers you because you’d probably do anything to get him to fuck you right now, whether you want to admit it or not.

“Fuck you,” you hiss. “Fine.”

With a grin, Taehyung removes his fingers from you. You want to complain, but he and Jimin are off the bed by the time you sit up again. You sit there, dumbfounded, as Taehyung heads to his closet. Jimin trails behind him, nodding at the instructions Taehyung gives him.

The two return to the bed once they each have a camcorder. They’re smaller than the one Taehyung used before, sleeker, and more colorful compared to the all-black, more heavy-duty one from before.

Taehyung sets his camera on the bed next to you while Jimin fiddles with his from where he stands at the edge of the bed.

“Take your clothes off, baby.”

You bite your lip at the term of endearment you’ve always told Taehyung not to call you, that he calls you anyway. This time, there’s something different about it. You watch him shred his clothes, tossing his t-shirt to the floor and then dropping his sweatpants. As you expected, he isn’t wearing underwear. The sight of his cock, so big and hard that it hangs heavy between his legs, makes you finally start moving.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you throw out just because you have to stay in character unless you want Taehyung to think you’re in love with him or something.

But he grins like an idiot and kneels on the bed while he waits for you to strip. You thought it would be weird getting naked in front of a stranger, but excitement thrums through you as you think about Jimin’s eyes on you, filming you, while Taehyung fucks you.

“Should we do introductions like they do in those casting videos?” Taehyung grins up at Jimin.

The poor guy’s face is bright pink, and his forehead glistens with sweat. Nothing has even happened yet, but he’s completely hard and looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. His hands shake worse than yours had when Taheyung ate you out in the video.

“Chim.”

Jimin swallows but doesn’t speak.

“Jimin,” Taehyung tries again. It seems like Taehyung has a knack for leaving people speechless. He moves to the edge of the bed, still on his knees, and leans forward slightly. Jimin must be too nervous to move because he stands completely still as Taehyung opens his mouth.

You watch with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as Taehyung takes the flip screen of the camcorder into his mouth. All the while, he keeps his eyes locked on Jimin’s.

It’s so fucking hot you have to look away.

Finally, something snaps. Jimin jerks backward, pulling the camera out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“Tae!” He exclaims in disbelief, quickly using his sleeve to clean the screen. “What is wrong with you?”

“If you wanna join us so bad, hurry up and take your clothes off.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your dick spoke for you.”

Jimin takes his eyes off Taehyung to look at you. It’s an unspoken request you find yourself granting by nodding your head without even thinking. How could you deny a man that looks like that? Whatever happens, happens. But you know that you want them both if you can have them. The thought just never crossed your mind before.

It seems that Taehyung has helped you learn a lot about yourself, like how you apparently get off on being embarrassed.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” Jimin announces to Taehyung. He tries to look serious, but it’s hard not to laugh when his dick bobs from how quickly he tugged his jeans off his body.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to fuck you either; shut up.”

You thought it would be awkward having Taehyung and Jimin in bed with you, and it is, sort of. Uncharted territory is scary, no matter what it is. It must be evident that you’re feeling this way because Taehyung reaches for you. He pulls you close by the back of the head, and you think the kiss will be rough and charged. Instead, it’s soft. He moves his lips with yours in a gentle rhythm, something meant to be grounding and comforting. His other hand cradles the side of your face, and his thumb caresses your cheek.

“You guys are so cute.” Jimin’s comment makes you pull back from Taehyung.

“No, we’re not.”

“Thank you.”

You scowl at Taehyung, but he’s still wearing that grin that’s getting harder to hate. It slowly fades into something darker once Taehyung finally looks at your body, eyes lingering on how shiny and wet your thighs are from him fucking you with his fingers.

Taehyung bites his lip, reaching for the camcorder on the bed beside you.

“Let me record Jimin fucking your face, baby.”

You and Jimin gasp simultaneously, immediately turning your heads to look at each other. Even though it’s clear that Jimin was invited into this to have sex with you, too, for some reason, you thought Taehyung would be greedier. You thought he wouldn’t want to share, didn’t expect that he’d be the one calling the shots.

Then again, it isn’t that surprising. Hasn’t Taehyung always called the shots? Sure, you let him, but he was good at it. A director. He’s in his element, you realize.

You quickly realize, once Jimin’s cock is down your throat, that Jimin is the greedy one. He kneels directly in front of where you sit on the bed and digs his fingers into the back of your head to hold you still as he fucks your throat.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. He kneels next to you, recording all the sloppy sounds and visuals of you messily gagging on Jimin’s cock while you jerk Taehyung off.

Tears spill from your eyes as Jimin’s cock hits the back of your throat. You do your best to keep pumping Taehyung’s cock, but your rhythm falters.

“Fuck, yes, swallow. Like that.”

Jimin’s moans are different than Taehyung’s. While Taehyung’s moans are soft and deep, Jimin’s are high-pitched and erratic, coming in stunted waves rather than smooth like Taehyung’s. They sound pretty together, even if they’re so different.

You can tell Jimin won’t last as long as Taehyung, though. He has to pull away from you very quickly, which is fine because you gasp for air, leaning forward slightly to catch your breath.

“Don’t go so fucking hard,” Taehyung snaps once he sees your reaction.

“Wha–” Jimin’s eyes grow wide.

“I’m fine.” Your voice is hoarse, but you’re genuinely okay. You pat Taehyung on the thigh to reassure him because, well, it’s kind of cute that he cared enough to chastise his friend like that.

Taehyung reaches down to wipe the tears from your cheeks with a stern look that feels strange coming from him. “Let’s take care of you, okay, baby?”

It’s soft, the way he talks to you. It isn’t for the cameras.

“I wanna go first. You got your chance before,” Jimin whines.

“Why don’t you ask me then?”

Jimin crosses his arms against his chest. “May I fuck you first?”

“Sure,” you say with a shrug.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but despite the annoyed look on his face, he flops backward onto the bed. The motion causes his cock to slap against his hip, and he groans, slightly rolling on his side.

“See, stop being such a drama queen,” Jimin chides.

You let out a rather unattractive snort that makes Jimin grin.

“I like him.”

“Shut up.”

For once, Taehyung doesn’t have a witty comeback or a stupid smirk to flash your way. Instead, his face twists into something unpleasant. The expression quickly dissolves, and you almost feel like you’ve imagined it.

Taehyung leans back on his elbows and looks down at where you settle between his legs. Even when Jimin moves to kneel behind you, Taehyung’s eyes never leave yours except to check the flipped screen of his camcorder.

“Wait, use this.” Taehyung sits up, and his cock is suddenly very close to your face. He reaches over to open his nightstand drawer, nearly ripping the entire thing out. “A lot of it.”

Something passes between Taehyung and Jimin’s hands. You only glimpse it, but between what you see and the sound of a cap popping open, you know it’s a half-empty bottle of lube that Jimin is now squeezing all over your ass.

“What the hell,” you hiss as the cool liquid drips down your thighs. “Might as well dump the whole fucking thing on me, shit.”

You refuse to admit that it feels nice having Jimin massage the lube into your skin. It heats up quickly, and his hand easily glides across your muscles. You feel yourself sink forward, lifting your lower half to give Jimin more access. In the midst of how good Jimin’s hand feels, something cold and hard presses against your lower back.

“If you ruin my camera, Jimin–”

“That’s hyung to you.”

“No fucking way.”

Their banter would be cute if you didn’t have your ass in the air and Taehyung’s dick mere inches from your face. And maybe if you didn’t fucking hate Taehyung and weren’t wary of Jimin at best.

“Are we gonna do something, or…?”

Taehyung fluffs a pillow behind his head to keep him propped up so he’ll have a better shot for filming.

“Yeah, put it in your mouth.”

You roll your eyes because there Taehyung goes, bossing you around again, but something deep inside whispers that you fucking like it. Not that you would say it out loud. You can’t help how your pussy gushes over him, though. It’s a betrayal, honestly.

“Say, please.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at you. “No.”

You don’t have a chance to bitch him out because Jimin chooses that moment to slowly inch his cock inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you moan with your lips brushing against the base of Taehyung’s cock. You rock back gently, helping Jimin ease into you.

“So tight,” Jimin says once his hips are flat against your thighs and his cock is fully buried inside you.

“Right?” Taehyung murmurs. “You always feel so good.”

It’s a bit difficult to bob your head along Taehyung’s cock when Jimin’s fucking into you like his life depends on it. The rhythm is all off, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. He’s watching you with fucking stars in his eyes, hyperfocused on where your lips suckle the head of his cock. When you take more of him into your mouth, he switches the camcorder to his right hand and reaches out to you with his left.

Taehyung runs his thumb along your upper lip, shallowly dipping into the corner of your mouth to feel how little space there is with your mouth full of his cock.

“Don’t run away; you gotta take it,” Jimin grunts, squeezing your waist and pulling you back hard onto his cock.

You want to snap at Jimin that it’s not your fault you keep getting lurched forward, but Taehyung’s letting out cute little whimpers from you rubbing your tongue against his slit, and you don’t want to do anything to make him stop.

When you finally pull off Taehyung to breathe, a string of spit connects your lips to his shiny cock.

“Can I fuck you in the ass, baby?” Taehyung practically hums the question, his voice already fucked out, deep and hoarse. “I think we need to diversify our portfolio.”

At the question, Jimin slows down his thrusts until they’re shallow and don’t jostle you too severely.

You’re nodding before your brain can catch up to how your body reacts to Taehyung’s request.

“Jimin?”

“On it, boss.”

You mean to groan in annoyance at how fucking corny they are – as if they’re actually trying to make this into a bad porno – but a moan comes out instead as Jimin slowly presses a generously lubed finger against your rim.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin asks, working you open with one finger before moving on to a second.

“Y-yeah,” you whimper, the sensation of Jimin’s cock still moving inside you while his fingers are in your ass enough to make you lose your mind. Even if you hadn’t fingered yourself before, the amount of lube Jimin poured all over your ass removes nearly all the friction and tension.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Taehyung groans in an almost frustrated tone. He reaches down to pump his cock since you’re virtually useless with Jimin’s fingers and cock moving inside of you simultaneously.

“Oh my god, Jimin.” You bury your face in the inside of Taehyung’s thigh, biting down just to ground yourself.

“Shit, that hurts,” Taehyung hisses, but he doesn’t tell you to stop.

Once Jimin has four fingers inside of you, he leans forward to get closer to ask you if you’re ready.

“Do you want us at the same time?”

Something that almost sounds pained comes from Taehyung, a broken whimper you’ve never heard from him before. He squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head even though the question isn’t for him.

“Please, fuck, Y/N, please say yes.”

You can’t even appreciate hearing Taehyung beg because you’re desperate for this, too.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just, let’s go.” You get up, nearly slipping from all the lube that has dripped down onto your body and Taehyung’s.

“I don’t understand how Taehyung ended up not doing any of the work,” Jimin grumbles as he helps you turn around.

You’re hardly paying attention to the men’s bickering. They can do whatever weird bromance thing they’re doing, but you’re trying to get doubly dicked down. Cameras or not.

You sit on Taehyung’s abdomen with your legs on either side of his thighs and face Jimin. Taehyung’s large hands squeeze your waist to lift you up while Jimin grabs Taehyung’s cock to guide the head to your rim.

“I can’t believe I have to touch your dick,” Jimin adds to his list of grievances that you’re sure Taehyung will never hear the end of.

Taehyung just laughs, causing your body to jiggle in his tight grip.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Jimin grimaces. “I really don’t.”

It’s surprising that the two have never done this before when it feels so natural for the three of you to fall into place like this.

Eventually, Jimin lets go of Taehyung’s cock once the tip pushes inside you. Taehyung feels much bigger than you remember, and Jimin’s fingers certainly don’t compare. Luckily, Taehyung is gentle as he pushes past the ring of muscles. Thank god for the ridiculous amount of lube. It allows you to sink down on Taehyung’s cock with only mild discomfort at first.

“Relax, baby,” Taehyung murmurs. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, rubbing and pinching your nipples as you eventually slide fully onto his cock.

“O-o-okay,” you stutter as Jimin kneels between you and Taehyung’s legs.

Jimin’s slow as he eases his cock into your pussy, mindful of the pressure you will feel with both cocks inside you. He pauses when he’s halfway in to squeeze even more lube onto his cock, making sure there’s enough to drip down to Taehyung’s, too.

“What are we filming, a fucking lube ad? What is this?”

“Shh, baby, you’re gonna ruin the audio,” Taehyung scolds from behind you.

Biting your lip, you watch Jimin’s face as he concentrates on sliding into you. He’s pretty, sweet even, but… he’s not Taehyung.

“Wait.”

Jimin’s bright eyes flit up to meet yours. Concern twists his features, making his eyebrows scrunch together. “Are you okay?”

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Did we not prep you enough?” Taehyung tries to sit up, but Jimin slaps his thigh.

“Stop moving!”

“I just wanna know what’s going on!”

Taehyung rubs comforting circles into your sides, sliding his thumbs down to trace your hip bones before running his palms back across your ribs.

You shake your head and try not to think about what you’re going to say.

“I… I want to,” your face heats up, and you internally scold yourself for feeling the way you do. “I want Tae.”

Your words are rushed, but Jimin seems to understand – perhaps even more than what you’ve let on because he gives you a small smile and eases out of you without any questions.

“What?” Taehyung peers from around your body.

“No assfucking for you, buddy. Better luck next time.”

“Jimin!” It’s your turn to haul a slap, this one hard against Jimin’s arm. “I’m a person.”

At least Jimin has enough sense to appear bashful. Grabbing your arms, he helps you lift off of Taehyung. He guides you so you’ve got your knees on either side of Taehyung’s hips.

When you straddle Taehyung, you press your palms to his chest and dig your fingers into his firm pecs. He’s gorgeous like this, skin smooth and tan. A few moles scatter his torso, like little flecks of chocolate that you suddenly realize you’ve missed out on having the chance to lick up. His cheeks are dusted a light pink, and his sweaty bangs are brushed away from his forehead.

He’s gorgeous all the time, but especially like this.

“See something you like?”

You dig your nails into his skin, and Taehyung winces, but he maintains that stupid fucking sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“Shut up. Maybe.”

Taehyung’s grin widens. It’s bright and lopsided, makes him look like an idiot, honestly, and your stomach swoops because, fuck, you’re so fucked.

“Are you two lovebirds ready or what? My dick is starting to hurt.”

Taehyung apparently thinks slapping your ass is the best way to respond to Jimin’s question.

Reaching between your bodies, you guide Taehyung’s cock inside your pussy. The unholy amount of lube makes it easy for him to slip in, which is good because you need to focus on relaxing your body once you feel Jimin’s cock press against your rim.

You’ve never had two dicks at once – god, it sounds insane when you think about it, even though you know plenty of people who have explored this side of their sexual fantasies. It just isn’t something you’d do, mainly because you’ve always been insecure and a little shy. The hardass exterior is a great wall you’ve built to hide from getting your heart broken, but of course, Taehyung has managed to fuck with all your plans.

It’s a strange sensation once Jimin fully bottoms out. The three of you freeze, allowing your body to adjust.

After a while, Taehyung grabs your ass, holding you open as he and Jimin slowly begin to rock into you. As it was when you were sucking Taehyung off, it’s a bit difficult to find the right rhythm at first. Taehyung and Jimin bicker back and forth about who should thrust first and who should pull back. Taehyung jostles you in his lap a few times, squeezing your thighs to adjust your legs against his hips when he isn’t kneading your ass.

Jimin eventually pushes down on your back, pressing you against Taehyung to open your hips more. The action pushes your chest into Taehyung’s face, much to his amusement, because he immediately sucks one of your perky nipples into his mouth.

“Oh god,” you moan, reaching out to squeeze Taehyung’s broad shoulders when he flicks your nipple with the tip of his tongue. His mouth is wet and warm, and your nipples have always been extra sensitive when you’re aroused.

“Fuck, Tae, just, go now,” Jimin instructs through gritted teeth.

Taehyung begins thrusting into you at a different tempo, knocking your heart into your throat because you can feel both of their cocks alternating thrusts inside of you now, both rubbing against each other between your walls.

It’s embarrassing when the first wave of tears starts streaming down your face. You start babbling, hardly aware of what you’re saying because the pleasure is so intense it feels as though your brain completely short circuits.

“Tae, Tae, oh my god, Taehyung,” you breathily chant into Taehyung’s ear. You can’t lean far forward because you have to keep your back arched for both Jimin and Taehyung to comfortably thrust into you. That frustrates you because you suddenly feel the need to be closer to Taehyung. It’s like everything inside of you will explode if you don’t.

“Tae, I n-need y-y-you,” you sob.

“Shhh, baby, we got you, okay? I got you.” Taehyung reaches up to lightly wrap his hand around your throat. It isn’t meant to choke you, just to comfort you with his presence since he can’t hold you against his chest.

“Dropping?” Jimin asks as he pounds into you from behind.

“Just sensitive, I think,” Taehyung responds for you, and it makes you warm to know that he knows you well enough to answer correctly.

His hand slides from your throat to hold your jaw. The position allows him to press his middle finger into your mouth. You immediately suck on it, finding comfort in it even as you continue to cry from the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum. Tae. I’m gonna cum.”

Taehyung’s hand quickly drops to squeeze between your bodies. He rubs your clit, adding the extra sensation you need to finally push you over the edge. You cry out Taehyung’s name as you cum on both his and Jimin’s cocks, fingers digging into Taehyung’s pecs so hard that you worry you’ll draw blood.

Jimin immediately cums, too, the feeling of your ass clenching around his cock proving too much for him.

“Wait, wait,” he pleads until Taehyung stops moving. “Let me pull out.”

You whimper when you feel Jimin ease out of you, your ass clenching and unclenching as your body adjusts. Now that only Taehyung is inside you, you collapse against his chest. Your lips find his neck and suck, making him shiver underneath you.

“Can I move?” Taehyung asks, and you hum, too afraid to speak.

Taehyung fucks into you harder than he had before. There’s something desperate about it, the way he chases his pleasure and can thrust at the speed he wants without needing to match with Jimin. You don’t even know what Jimin’s doing, probably cleaning himself up or filming you. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is how Taehyung moans your name as he thrusts into you. It’s sloppy and wet, something Taehyung appreciates.

“You sound so good,” he moans into your ear. “Will you cum for me again?”

You frantically nod your head, already almost there.

“Just let go for me, okay? You can trust me.”

It feels like more than just sex when he whispers it in your ear, another quiet promise meant for you and not the camera.

You cum for a second time, this one accompanied by a silent scream that’s pressed into the crook of Taehyung’s sweaty neck.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Taehyung groans, squeezing you against his chest as he finally finds his release, too.

You feel warm and gooey, none of your limbs cooperating when Taehyung tries to move you off him. Jimin has to help, and the two lay you on your back and get to work cleaning you up. It should be embarrassing, but you kind of like having two men doting on you. It’s nice, even if you’re still a little sticky from cum and lube, even after they’ve done their best to wipe your body down.

Why haven’t you ever done this before? This is lovely. Men should be taking care of you.

You smile at them, brain fuzzy and warm, when Jimin helps Taehyung tuck you into bed.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asks. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, caressing it lightly.

“I’m barely holding on.”

Jimin snorts and immediately turns his head away when Taehyung shoots him a death glare.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” The nervousness in Taehyung’s voice is cute.

“You’re cute.”

Rather than say something smug, Taehyung covers his face with his hands.

“We broke Y/N.”

“What?” Jimin whips his head back around. “What, because you’re cute?”

“Yes.”

You use the rest of your strength to slap Taehyung in the thigh. “Oh, shut the fuck up before I kick your ass. Take the fucking compliment.”

Taehyung peeks at you from between his fingers. “Fuck, you scared me for a second there.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jimin stands up and stretches his arms out. “You’re both fucking drama queens.”

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hello everyone i know it's been a while since i posted, work has been hectic, but i got some time and managed to finish a list so please enjoy i have a few lists ready to post so i'll que them up... here's my all time favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message or feedback under their posts i know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed you will be blocked ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics or just share what your reading right now i'd love hearing from you 🖤✨

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

“listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading 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 kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

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 your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

↬looking for other kth fics or the other members check out my library for more

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yoongikapi · 1 month

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swimming || kth || oneshot

fluff

masterlist

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

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

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

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

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jjkilll · 4 months

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JJK RECS II

thank you for all the support on my first rec!! so let me show you some more!!

white lies - @noteguk

honestly one of my fav pics on this app.

2. brother's best friend - @lavishedinjimin

oh em gee this fic is so amazing and this pairing is just too good.

3. new girl - @jjkeverlast

new girl is the best show ever so I love this fic, jk is very nick coded.

4. risqué - @mercurygguk

this fic is insane and reading it for the first time made me want to live it actually.

5. addicted - @sparklingchim

im addicted to jungkook too. (real)

6. seven days - @jvngkoos

I love this fic, its pure filth BUT I love it and it has a pt2 linked within :)

7. and my man, thank you to my man - @darklingjeon

sugar daddy jungkook always makes me weak in the knees, ive read a fic like this for jin (sugar - @wwilloww), its too cool too.

+ pt iii

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bangtan #bts army #bts ot7 #ot7 #namjoon #taehyung #hobi #jungkook #jimin #kim seokjin #yoongi

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moccahobi · 1 year

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A FAE’S BREW TO TAKE YOU AWAY [CHAPTER 20]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: none

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, (potentially) major character death, major angst, emotional distress, alcohol

Word Count: 1.2k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild

Chapter 19 >> Masterlist << Chapter 21

A/N: I am sorry for a late update (once again). The semester can be rough… should really schedule these posts lolol

You looked around Jungkook’s room lazily. The palace looked different in human form… it almost looked cleaner to you now. As a fae the place looked like a wild swamp, lots of small things climbing over each other that created a large obstacle course. You never figured out what it all went to.

In this human form though, you could see connections that you couldn’t as a fae. There was an area for Jungkook’s dirty laundry (a few piles and a basket), an area for his school supplies, his games. There were connections that you could see better here. It was less messy.

You sighed and readjusted on his bed… you’d been the one to ask for alone time tonight in your human form… but you didn’t quite know what to do now. This wasn’t helping you figure out what was happening to you in your human form and you didn’t know this area enough to feel comfortable walking out of the apartment building and finding your way home.

All this was doing was tiring you out and making you more stressed.

Would you be accepted home?

You sighed and shook your head. This situation was fucked up… this was such a messed up situation.

tap

Looking towards the window with a start, you didn’t see anything. What had made that sound?

tap

Something small moved.

You jumped up and ran over, falling to your knees at one point in your rush.

Seokjin.

Jimin.

They were outside the window looking up at you. Tears welled up in your eyes upon seeing their faces. Gosh. You’d missed them so much!

You opened up the window and offered a hand for them to come inside on. They barely felt like anything on your hand and yet you wanted to pull them into a big and tight hug. You didn’t though in fear of hurting them.

“Yeah! I am so glad to see you again!” Jimin said with a shout, falling onto your palm and hugging you. You imagined he put all his energy in hugging you but you barely felt a pinch.

Why did you have to be in a human form right now?

You wanted to cry.

“Whaaa! You look good as a human, Y/n-ah!” Seokjin gave you a once over, “I hope to try this potion too someday!”

You laughed and nodded.

Jimin jumped up and shook his finger at you, “I’ve been worried sick about you. I am so glad to see you again… why did you test this potion on yourself initially? This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t!”

Tensing, you sighed, “This wasn’t because of me testing a potion… This was because of some toads. I was kidnapped… The humans here rescued me.”

“I still don’t like that you tested your potion on yourself. What if something went wrong?”

You held your breath, not wanting to tell him how much your body was changing because of this potion… how exhausted you always were after using the potion. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Seokjin laughed, “I am upset that you tested it out on yourself as well! Let me join in next time!”

You nodded but couldn’t find it in yourself to laugh. There was going to be a next time. Seokjin saw a next time happening.

“Anyways!” Jimin jumped up and glared at Seokjin, “We have a plan to get you back to the village. Seokjin said that he thinks that he’ll be able to make a paraglider of sorts to help us get you out of here safely. It will take a few more days. Are you ready to go home?”

For some reason… you struggled to nod or respond to what Jimin asked… The village was still your home right?

Would you be able to return to a place where no one liked you?

You still had a home, right?

“Why are you hesitating?” Jimin asked, a frown growing on his face, before you or Seokjin could say something, Jimin started raving, “You have to return! This world isn’t safe for us! It isn’t ok for us to be here! You have a place back at the village! With potions! And friends! Like Seokjin! And… and I-I love you! I’ve been worried out of my mind about you! You have to come home!”

“I… What?” You were shocked… Jimin liked you?

“I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT! COME HOME!”

“You… love me?”

“YES! FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! I CARE FOR YOU! I WORRY ABOUT YOU!”

The world around you seemed to stop as Jimin ranted and raved, saying stuff he did for you that apparently were only driven by his romantic interest in you. He was glowing with anger as he spoke.

Did he ever see you as a friend?

You focused back on his words, “Do you really think you’d find another fae to take you? A fucking potions appretince. No one will like you. No one. I am the only suitor you have.” Jimin was heaving angrily as he spoke, his words cutting you like a knife.

Did he come here out of a want for romance?

Seokjin opened his mouth to speak but before he could, loud human shouting started filtering through the closed door. Someone was yelling loudly. Angrily.

Did you hear your name?

Your heartbeat quickened as you listened closely… whoever was yelling, they were most definitely talking about you.

“D-Did they say you name?” Seokjin asked, his voice dipped in fear.

You felt worried too. This wasn’t good. Whatever was happening was not good at all.

“I think it’s time that you both leave. It isn’t safe here right now.” You said quietly, slowly opening the window back up.

“I am not leaving you! Not yet. If it isn’t safe for us, it isn’t safe for you.” Seokjin said, looking up at you with determination written on his face.

You shook your head, gingerly setting them down on the windowsill outside. Seokjin ran back inside. Jimin stood in stunned silence.

The yelling grew closer. Your heartbeat was in your ears as you tried to get them to leave.

“If you don’t fly away now, I will push you off of this building.”

Seokjin shook his head.

The yelling grew louder… Scarier. This was going to end poorly. So poorly.

“FLY! Fly you fools!” You whispered shouted, gently picking them up and dropping them past the window sill ledge. They dropped for a little, wings not flapping and in that time, you closed the window shut tight.

Jimin flew away but Seokjin came right back to the window sill tapping away to come back in.

You shook your head.

He was safe outside there.

You got up, your body feeling numb as you turned around from Seokjin.

He was safe.

The world around you was vignetting, hiding away as your body became numb.

The yelling was closer and yet you were struggling to hear it still.

Your body ran cold as you fell to the ground, hitting it painfully hard but you had no energy to do anything about it.

Once again, you found yourself floating in an endless sea of black.

#wkcnet #bts #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #bts mxr #bts taehyung #bts v #bts supernatural au #bts taehyung x reader #bts v x reader #bts v angst #bts v fluff #bts taehyung angst #bts taehyung fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #v angst #v fluff

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bbtsficrecs · 5 months

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1

Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡

There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ‣ You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.

⊹ In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ‣ “I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

⊹ Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ‣ “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

⊹ Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

⊹ Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ‣ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

⊹ Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⊹ Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ‣ Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in.

⊹ When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ‣ Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. But he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.

⊹ When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ‣ How does one live when life is bound to end?

⊹ your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink

⊹ Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ‣ Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?

⊹ Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. Now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?

⊹ The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brother’s best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ‣ You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother’s annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.

⊹ Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ‣ That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

⊹ My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ‣ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

⊹ I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ‣ You know it has to end.

⊹ Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ‣ “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”

⊹ Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ‣ How do you pass the time when you’re stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?

⊹ One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ‣ it’s been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, you’ve started to notice changes in taehyung’s behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, you’ve come to discover the truth.

⊹ Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ‣ Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.

⊹ Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ‣ "He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"

⊹ Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ‣ When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⊹ What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ‣ Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ‣ Friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar… It’s much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.

⊹ Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ‣ The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.

⊹ So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ‣ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..

⊹ Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ‣ When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.

⊹ Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi

⊹ Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Yoongi tries to win you back.

⊹Your Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ‣ Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

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caelesjjk · 8 months

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𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 - 𝕛𝕛𝕜&𝕜𝕥𝕙

⟶ title: entangled ⟶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader ⟶au: marvel au ⟶ rating: 18+ ⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle ⟶ wc: 7.6k ⟶ warnings: Mnetions of blood and a wound, drinking, Jungkook calls you Data and Taehyung calls you Pigeon, infidelity-ish?? (you'll see), two smut scenes: oral (female and male receiving) mutiple orgasms, overstim, unprotected sex (thats a no, wrap it up) few different positions, making out, sweet kisses, nipple stuff ⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.

You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?

Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.

What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

⟶ authors note: hello darklings, its been such a long time. I apologize this took so long but it's finally here! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of spidey!kook and venom!tae, they're truly my babies and I have loved writing them. This is only part one, I make no guarantees how quickly part two comes out, but I'll do my best I promise. I'm thinking probably four parts for this. enjoy! tell me all ur thots! Shoutout to M (@here2bbtstrash), Sav (@jeonjcngkook) and Kay (@tea4sykes) for looking this over and correcting my insanity and also assuring me that it's not terrible lol. Thank you all so much for your patience and help.

“So where is he?” your friend Penny says from across the table.

“He said he was coming.” You sigh, stirring your drink with the straw.

“He said that the last two times we were all supposed to study together.” Hoseok gives you a look that’s part sympathy and part annoyance.

“He’s working three part-time jobs. Not all of us have our parents paying for our apartments, Hobi.” You give him a playful glare and he returns it, followed by a poke of his tongue from between his lips.

Part of you wished you didn’t know Jungkook’s secret. That you could go back to the days where you were blissfully unaware of who he was. But back then, being stood up hurt even more because you didn’t know why.

Now you know. You know that Jungkook is Spider-Man. The infamous superhero with powers he acquired from being bitten by a lab altered arachnid a few years ago.

He saved your life. Twice in fact. Both times it was because you were curious, too curious for your own good, and you had been suspecting something was going on with Jungkook.

You followed him one night and watched in awe as he changed into his Spider-Man suit in an alleyway. And not just because he was Spider-Man, but because he was insanely gorgeous. You were hypnotized by the man who had been sitting next to you as your lab partner for most of the year. Who constantly hid his body beneath baggy clothes and bucket hats.

You had always liked him a little more than you cared to admit. And after you found out the truth about him, your friendship grew into something more.

There weren’t any labels; you didn’t call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, much to your dismay. But Jungkook always told you that if the wrong person found out about the two of you, they could use you to get to him. And he needed to be able to focus on his whole saving the world gig, and not constantly worry about your safety.

You understood. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little.

You manage to study a bit longer with your friends before deciding you were far too distracted. You call Jungkook on your walk back to your apartment, but of course he doesn't answer.

So now you wait. And you worry.

No matter how hot the shower water is as it hits your back, it doesn’t stop the worry. You just want him to be safe, even if he pissed you off by not showing up again.

You wrap yourself in your favorite silky robe and get comfortable on your bed with some of your homework you didn’t finish with your friends, slowly getting immersed in all of the calculations and formulas that you love so much. They were a great distraction.

Not sure how long you’ve been studying, you get up to stretch and make your way to your apartment balcony, opening the doors and stepping outside for a breath of fresh air.

The city is always loud, but up here it isn’t so bad. The traffic sounds far away and the lights are just flickers across the skyline. You might even think it was beautiful if it wasn’t for the constant bad lurking around every corner. Or maybe you had just heard too many scary things from Jungkook.

Sighing when he pops into your head again, you turn around to head back inside only to come face to face with the superhero in question. Seeing him hanging there upside down from your doorway startles you just enough to send you stumbling backwards towards your balcony.

Before you can get too far, or even fully scream, Jungkook is shooting a web at your torso, pulling you back and into his arms as he flips down onto his feet. Your head swims from how quickly it happens.

“Data, look at me.” Jungkook’s voice is slightly muffled through his mask. “It’s just me.”

“You scared me.” You look up at him as he removes his mask and shakes out his hair, eyes finally meeting yours.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been…noisier.” Jungkook smiles and you almost forget that you’re angry with him. Almost.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You shove against his broad chest and feel his arm release your waist. He sighs, following you inside your apartment.

“I know you’re upset I missed the study session…” Jungkook starts to explain, but you twist back around to face him.

“If my friends hadn’t seen you around campus now and then, they would think I made you up, Jungkook. You never show. It makes me look pathetic.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for the next excuse.

“You aren’t pathetic, Data. I’m just…” Jungkook winces when he reaches for you, a hand moving down to his ribs in pain. “Sorry, it’s healing, it's just slow.”

“What’s healing? What happened to you?” You let the fight go for a moment, closing the space between the two of you and moving his hand out of the way.

Beneath his fingers is a large cut, bloody but half-hidden by his suit. It looks angry and inflamed. What could’ve made a cut like this?

“It’s nothing. I’ll heal up in a couple hours.” He pulls your hand away, blood stained on the tips of your fingers.

“It won’t matter how quick you heal if it gets infected. Come in here.” Your hand wraps around his and you pull him into your small bathroom. You steady him against your vanity and move to grab your first aid kit from the cabinet above your toilet. “Take that off.” You gesture to his Spider-Man suit.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook teases, gingerly working his top half out of the suit. He hisses through his teeth as he peels the suit away from his ribs and lets it hang at his hips.

You are not the universe's strongest soldier.

Your eyes drift over all the dips and curves of muscle. A perfectly sculpted chest and abs you could literally eat off of are right in front of you, scrambling every sense you have in your head. You need to focus. Stay focused on the task at hand and not his ridiculously toned body.

“You okay, Data?” he asks, humor in his voice. That horrid nickname he had given you in your first year as lab partners is feeling more endearing these days. You clear your throat.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Just tending to Spider-Man’s wounds in my extremely tiny bathroom.” You try to laugh but it doesn’t sound genuine.

You take out some bandages and gauze and get to work cleaning him up. But even as you tape down the gauze, you can visibly see the wound getting smaller. Super powers really are something else.

“Data.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality.

“What?” You sigh.

“Please come here.” His hands reach for your hips and you give in, letting him pull you until you’re flush against him, suddenly nose to nose. “That’s better.”

“I’m angry with you,” you whisper, heart pumping a bit faster in the close proximity.

“I know that you are. I’m really sorry…I swear I wanted to be there.” You look down to see him slip his gloves off and sit them on the countertop before his hands come up to cup your face.

“Then what happened? You need to tell me.” Your hands wrap around his wrists.

“There’s something out there, Data. A…monster that we can’t figure out. It’s strong…and fast. Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” His thumbs brush the corners of your mouth.

“What does it want?”

“It keeps breaking into the Lab across the River. It’s looking for something. No one at the lab is being very forthcoming with information.” His forehead presses to yours. “But Mr. Kim is working on that part.”

Kim Seokjin, more famously known as Ironman. He was a mentor and a good friend to Jungkook. He was helping Jungkook navigate the new world of being a superhero and also gave him a job to help him pay for school.

“Hasn’t Mr. Kim told you to call him Jin over and over?” you tease, hands coming up to rest against his chest. Jungkook laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

“He has. Guess it just slipped out.” His hands move down to palm your ass.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You raise an eyebrow in question of his actions.

“Just feels like I haven’t touched you in so long.” His warm mouth finds your throat and he presses kisses to the skin.

“Two days is a long time?”

“It is when it comes to you. Thinking about how much I want you gets so distracting.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“So what I did for you two days ago wasn’t enough?” You let your hands slither down from his chest and over the planes of his stomach.

“Never enough.” His nose skims over your jaw until you’re back face to face and his lips are devouring yours. “I’d like to pay you back.”

“How?” You moan when you’re cut off by his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Let me show you?” Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

Thinking he means to lead you to your bed, you start to pull him towards it, but he seems to have other ideas, walking you back out onto the balcony. He releases your hand momentarily to slide his suit back up over his shoulders.

“What are you going to show me out here, Jungkook?” You start to feel suspicious.

“Do you trust me?” He jumps up onto your railing with ease, still holding your hand in his.

“Not if it involves you swinging me around off the side of buildings.” You start to pull back, but his other wrist shoots a web at your torso; using his inhuman strength, he pulls you up onto the railing into his arms.

“I would never let you fall. Never. Just close your eyes for a few minutes. I promise it’ll be worth it, Data.” He touches your cheek gently, and even though you want to throw up every time he does this, you close your eyes and wrap your arms as tightly as possible around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Ready?” He whispers in your ear, one strong arm wrapping around your back.

You don’t verbally answer, just nod once before burying your face into his neck.

And then the solid feeling of being on the ground disappears and the sickening feeling of free falling is very apparent. You try to breathe, squeezing yourself around Jungkook as you listen to the whooshing sound of his web shooters discharge as he swings you between the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re doing amazing.” Jungkook kisses your cheek. “Just another minute.”

You keep your eyes clamped shut until the curiosity becomes too overwhelming, making you dare to peek just the slightest bit. You see the sun setting on the horizon, orange and purple hues slowly disappearing beneath the river. As long as you don’t think about how high up you are, it really is beautiful up here.

You soak in the feeling of Jungkook holding you so tightly because you never know when the next time may be. You hate to sound so dramatic in thinking that way, but it really is a guessing game sometimes . Your hands loosen and slide up into his hair, making him look down into your eyes and smile when he sees how fondly you’re looking back at him.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, even though there isn’t a single soul that could hear you up here.

Jungkook kisses the corner of your mouth and then the other before the softness of his lips has your eyes fluttering closed. This kiss is only gentle brushes of lips, noses grazing in the sweetest way you can imagine, all the while Jungkook is still effortlessly swinging you between buildings.

He shoots a web straight up into the air, letting it connect to the side of one of the tallest buildings, slowly pulling the two of you up until he’s reached the highest ledge, tapping your thighs so you know it’s safe to put your feet down. You kiss him once more before you open your eyes and look out at the nearly complete sunset…a thousand feet in the air.

“Why are we up here, Jungkook? You know the heights..” He kisses you again before you can finish the sentence.

“Can we try something?” He smiles, and it’s infuriating. You’re too weak for this spidey boy. You sigh with exasperation.

“I’m already very wary of saying yes.” You look away from the ledge towards the top of the building, taking note of all the intricate filigree and gargoyle statues.

“Let me make you feel good…up here.” His cheeks heat a little when he asks.

“Is this some kind of weird adrenaline thing? Why would you want that?” Your voice cracks and you sputter, disbelief heavy in your tone.

“I think it’ll be intense…feel so good.” His lips move down and his teeth nip at your jaw.

“It’s insane…” You melt into his touch and the way his mouth sucks at your neck.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home. And I’ll get you naked in your bed instead.” He pulls your shirt over your head, fully knowing you’re about to give in.

“Bed sounds so good right now…”

“Please, Data…just try it.” He tosses your shirt to the side, cupping your breasts and kissing the tops of them.

“What do I have to do?” You feel too good to let the fear ruin the way he’s making you feel.

“Lie back on the ledge, with your arms above your head and your wrists crossed.”

You let him lead you down onto the ledge, every nerve in your body hot and on edge. Jungkook makes sure that you’re settled before he stands back up straight, looking down at you while you slowly move your arms above your head the way he asked.

“You’re perfect, Data.” Jungkook stares at you a moment longer before he aims his web shooter and traps your wrists together against the concrete ledge beneath you.

Your chest heaves at the idea of being completely helpless. He’s taken away your control and your ability to touch him as you please.

He makes quick work of the sleep pants you had been wearing, tossing them away to join the gargoyles on the rooftop.

“Jungkook…” you whimper when he lowers himself between your legs and lies down on his stomach so he can be face to face with your heat.

“Relax, okay? I’m gonna make it up to you.” He kisses a path down your thigh, sucking gently and caressing with his tongue.

You arch your back from the ledge when he pushes your panties to the side and his mouth finally makes contact with your pussy. Just a sweet kiss at first, then a deep, swirling lick to your clit. You pull against the webbing trapping you in place, fingers begging to be in his hair.

If only the citizens of his precious city could see him right now. Face buried and tongue lapping just for you. All of it for you and not for them.

You can feel tears start to form in your eyes from the way your orgasm is already so close to crashing over you. Jungkook has spent quite a bit of time getting to know your body and memorizing the things he knows that you like.

“Come on my tongue, baby. I’ve got you.” Jungkook soothes before his mouth is back to devouring you.

One particularly harsh suck to your clit while his fingers finally join in on the fun is what sends you over the edge, clenching around his digits in spasms.

You’re lucky that no one could possibly hear you all the way up here. The moans and groans that you both make while Jungkook licks up every bit of your arousal are beyond obscene.

“Please get this web off of me,” you huff between breaths. Jungkook slowly raises his head and with a smile on his shiny face, reaches up and effortlessly rips the webbing from your wrists.

You jolt upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your hands into his soft hair. Your mouths mold together automatically, your tongue tasting yourself from his lips.

“Did you like it?” Jungkook finally asks, pulling you into his lap.

“As long as I continue to pretend we aren’t thousands of feet in the air, I enjoyed it very much.” You both smile and you lean in to kiss the corner of his pierced lip. “You can’t always distract me with your extremely talented mouth though. I just…want you to try and be in my life.” You push some hair off of his forehead before he kisses your lips once more.

“It won’t always be this crazy, Data. I promise. I just want to make sure I help Jin as much as I can with this monster.”

“I know.” You want to tell him that you wish you came first. That there’s always going to be another monster keeping you apart. But that’s the price you pay for loving a superhero.

“Let me take you home?” He stands up, still holding you in his arms.

“Maybe let me put my pants back on first?” You laugh as he sets you down to retrieve your pants from a gargoyle statue.

And then you’re back in his arms and swinging back to reality.

The sun is still warm even though fall is almost in full swing. Leaves are starting to change colors and slowly drop off the trees. You love the smell of them as they dance by you on the breeze.

Something you don’t love is the damn pigeons that have made their home in the nooks and crannies of all the old buildings on campus. They fly down from their nests and make nuisances of themselves with the students, trying to get pieces of food.

You’ve been continuously shooing them away as you attempt to do your homework.

Sitting in the courtyard on top of a patchwork blanket, you’re lost in the numbers and formulas that keep you best distracted these days. So much so that you almost don’t see Jungkook before his head is in your lap and his smiling face is looking up at you, pigeons scattering about from his sudden movements.

“Good afternoon, Data,” he says cutely. You set down your notebook and pen, leaning down to kiss him.

“How nice to see you at school for once,” you tease, pulling his bottom lip gently between your teeth.

“Mm, things have been quiet for a couple of days. I got some sleep…and I missed you.” Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to lay down with him across the blanket.

“What are you doing?” You laugh and push against his chest.

“Making sure everyone sees me kissing you.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” You comb your nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. “If the wrong person sees?”

Jungkook freezes for a moment, his eyes not meeting yours as his face scrunches in concentration. He abruptly sits up on his knees and you follow, looking around the courtyard.

“Something isn’t right.” Jungkook’s voice is low and quiet.

“What is it?” You continue to look around, seeing students walking to class or enjoying the sun in the courtyard like the two of you were.

Your eyes stop when you notice someone by the fountain taking photos with a professional type camera. His head of black messy hair is covered by a backwards black baseball hat. Long legs covered by snugly fit black jeans and his top half in a white button up, sleeves rolled halfway up in the most maddening way.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he’s suddenly looking right at you and you’re able to recognize who it is you’ve been drooling over. You feel embarrassment flood your face and body as you quickly look away, your heart racing in your chest.

Kim Taehyung. A photography student at your university. The best photography student if you remember correctly. You remember having a basic class with him your first year and he had seemed very nice. His smile was sweet, but the two of you didn’t talk to each other much at all.

You did think he was absolutely stunning though, sometimes wishing you weren’t too shy to have spoken to him back then.

Your classes must have all been different after that, but you still see him around campus from time to time. Always taking pictures, but always alone. And last year he seemed to disappear altogether before reappearing when the new semester started.

When you get brave enough to look back up at him, you see he has his camera pointed at you, snapping pictures. You look away again so as not to alert Jungkook of what’s going on. Taehyung smiles when you look up out of the corner of your eye, before moving on to take pictures of something else. Why is your heart beating so fast?

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks, making you jump.

“I should be asking you that,” you manage to croak out.

“That weird sense of something being off is happening… I should go.” He starts to stand up and you grab his hand.

“What about this weekend? You’re still coming out with us right?”

He bends down and captures your lips in a quick but sweet kiss. “I promise I won’t miss it.” He gently nudges your forehead with his, making you roll your eyes with a smile as you watch him jog across the courtyard.

“Was that Jungkook?” Hoseok asks, sitting down across from you on the blanket.

“Um…yeah. He had to get to class,” you lie. Again. “Hey Hobi?”

“Yeah?” He stops grabbing books from his bag and looks up at you.

“What do you know about Kim Taehyung?” You nod towards the man with the camera, still taking pictures of some angel statues on the far side of the courtyard.

“He’s supposedly the best photography major at this school. He’s also…strange.” Hobi pretends to get a chill.

“Strange? Strange how?” You’re interest even more peaked than before.

“I don’t know, ____. I just heard some shit about him talking to himself all the time, and sometimes he comes to class all beat up.” Hobi brushes it off like it’s no big deal.

You don’t pester him any further, instead watching Taehyung as he takes a seat on a bench and starts scrolling through the pictures he’s taken on his camera.

Maybe people are making things up about him because he’s different. People don’t like different for some reason. But you…you tend to be pulled towards the different. Or it tends to find you when you least expect it.

Saturday night has come and almost gone, and you’re still waiting for Jungkook to show up at Club Onyx to meet up with you and your friends. You’ve been waiting for hours and downing drinks the longer you go unanswered.

You’ve called and texted him over and over with no answer and are finally ready to just give up. Hobi gives you that pitiful look as you slam your phone face down onto the table.

“Fuck this, I’m getting another drink.” You don’t say it to anyone in particular and you don’t wait for anyone to answer before slipping into the crowd towards the bar.

“Can I get a Long Island please?” you ask the bartender when she approaches. You slouch down onto a barstool and see a familiar face on the other side of the bar.

Taehyung. Sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. The hat you usually see him wear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, his curly black hair has been somewhat styled over his forehead. He’s still wearing a white button up, but he’s left the top buttons undone this time, revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

“Here you go.” The bartender hands you your drink just in time for Taehyung to look up from his phone and see you already looking at him.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, taking your drink and making a break for the dance floor as quickly as you can.

The song playing isn’t one that you know, but as you chug down your drink you start to care less and less about knowing the song and just let yourself go. You want to have a good time and not mope about Jungkook standing you up once again.

You let strangers grind against you as you move across the dance floor, arms raised above your head and your hips swaying to the beat of the song. You’re a little tipsy as you place your glass down on the nearest table, but not enough to not know what’s going on.

A slower song starts to play with more of an r&b feeling. You watch as people start to pair off, the movements of their bodies making heat rush through you and settle on your cheeks and neck. You start to turn back to find your friends when you feel an arm slide around your waist, making you jump from the suddenness of being touched.

“Easy there, Pigeon,” a voice as deep as the ocean and smoother than satin says against the shell of your ear.

You twist your neck almost too quickly, eyes landing on the face of Taehyung. Your breath nearly disappears completely seeing him this closely.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but you don’t try to move away from him. God, you should move away but you can’t.

“You need someone to dance with.” He smiles and says the words with a matter of fact tone.

“I should find my friends…” Your brain finally starts to catch up and you move from his hold.

“One dance, Pigeon. Would be a pity to waste such a good song.”

“Why are you calling me Pigeon? I have a name.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“I know your name. But the pigeons at school seem to have really taken a liking to you, I couldn’t resist.” His boxy smile widens.

“You’re not being very convincing about this dance.” You try not to smile.

Taehyung puts his hand out asking silently one more time for you to dance with him. There’s that nagging feeling that you shouldn’t, but there’s a bigger part that says Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, and he stood you up after he promised not to miss this night.

You take his hand.

Taehyung pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulls you towards him, spinning you around at the last second to press your back against his front. You gasp when you immediately feel him lean over you and press his face into your neck, his nose skimming your skin.

His big but delicate hands find your stomach, slithering down until they reach your hips, slightly bunching your dress in his fingers.

He gently moves his hips and grinds against your ass in the most tantalizing way, reminding you that you did in fact agree to dance. Taehyung groans quietly in your ear when the pace of your hips becomes quicker with more added pressure from your ass into his crotch.

You let yourself relax against him, head falling back against his shoulder and exposing more of your neck to him. His impatient mouth finds the juncture of your neck and shoulder and he kisses a soft line across your skin.

“Can’t believe your boyfriend would leave you all alone out here where the monsters can find you.” Taehyung's deep voice vibrates through your body and settles into your core.

“I don’t have a boyfriend…or monsters.” The words come out sounding breathless as he continues to press your body closer to his.

“We think you do.” His long tongue traces the shell of your ear.

We? You let it go because your brain is too foggy with lust to wonder what that could even mean right now.

“I don’t,” you repeat, pushing thoughts of Jungkook away for just a night. Taehyung laughs quietly, pulling your lobe between his teeth as his hands move up your chest to cup your breasts.

You don’t even care who sees the way he’s touching you right now. You’re becoming so turned on that you know your panties have to be absolutely ruined at this point.

“Come home with me.” He spins you around to face him just as the song ends, your eyes fluttering open as he cups your face in his hands.

“That…I can’t.” Your eyes search his, hoping it will make you realize that you need to walk away. Instead, there’s something that tells you you’re safe, but that you’re also in for a world of trouble. You don’t know how you know, you just do.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Pigeon.” His mouth is almost on yours, lips just brushing as he whispers. This man is fucking undeniable.

“Okay,.” you cave. You just want to feel wanted. You want to matter more than a stranger on the street. You want Taehyung to make you forget how much it hurts when Jungkook lets you down over and over again.

“Good girl.” His warm mouth slots with yours as he kisses you feverishly. Like he’s been starving for years and your mouth is his only source of sustenance. It’s hot, fiery, and all-consuming.

Not even sure when his lips leave yours, you’re suddenly being pulled by your hand towards the club exit. Your brain clears and you look around for Hobi or any of your other friends but you don’t see them. And honestly, you hope that they don’t. You hope they didn’t see what happened on the dance floor and you hope they don’t see you leaving with someone who isn’t Jungkook. That would be far too messy to have to explain.

“Did you drive here?” You squeeze Taehyung’s hand and he pulls you closer to him.

“I did. I didn’t even finish my drink, I promise I’m safe to drive.” He eases your mind as the two of you push out of the door and turn towards the parking lot.

But your mind is only at ease for a mere minute before you realize that Taehyung is leading you towards what appears to be a very, very fast motorcycle. Everything on it is jet black and ridiculously sexy. You wish you weren’t absolutely terrified.

“I’m not getting on that.” You stop in your tracks.

“Why not?” Taehyung grabs the helmet off the back and offers it to you. “I’ll even give you the helmet.”

“I just…that looks dangerous.”

“It is.”

“Glad you’re honest,” you half-laugh.

“The bike is dangerous, but I would never let anything happen to you, Pigeon.” Taehyung swings one of his long legs over the motorcycle, straddling it as he waits for you to make a decision.

“We hardly know each other, Taehyung.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t keep you safe on my motorcycle, or that we have to know everything about each other to feel something.” He holds the helmet out again and you feel your mouth go dry at his words.

The danger aside, there is no going back if you get on that motorcycle with him. There is no way you would have an untainted conscience ever again. Every time you were with Jungkook from this day on, you would have to think about the fact that at this moment, you also wanted Kim Taehyung to fuck you.

That should terrify you more than it does.

You grab your phone and quickly open it to see no messages or missed calls from Jungkook. Your answer gets a little clearer as you reach out and take the helmet from his hand.

“Carefully,” Taehyung says, taking one of your hands and guiding you to straddle the motorcycle behind him. You settle the helmet onto your head, and Taehyung smiles widely when he looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re ready.

When he starts the motorcycle, the vibrations from the engine immediately flood your body. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso as tightly as possible, and you wait once again for the world to go past you far too quickly. The same way it always does when Jungkook is swinging you between buildings.

When he pulls out of the parking lot, he doesn’t go too fast like you thought he would. He takes his time weaving between the cars and taxis, making his way through the busy streets and closer to the docks.

You don’t entirely hate the motorcycle ride. Nor do you hate the way Taehyung laces his fingers through yours and holds them against his chest, or the way he brings your knuckles to his lips to brush a kiss against each one while he steers with the other hand. You don’t hate the way he sometimes moves that hand down to tap your thigh to let you know he’s about to make a sharp turn. You wish you hated the motorcycle ride.

Taehyung presses a button on his phone and a door on one of the warehouses starts to lift up. He pulls through it, parking the bike once inside. Your legs feel like jello when you take his hand to try and stand up, stumbling a bit in his hold.

“Okay there, Pigeon?” Taehyung grasps the sides of the helmet and helps you take it off. He sits it on the back of the bike before coming back to help you straighten out your helmet hair.

“It wasn’t terrible.” You smile and so does he, fire moving through your veins the longer your eyes stay locked with his. You quickly clear your throat. “So, you live in a warehouse?”

“I used to live in the city. It was just too…busy. I needed space.” He takes your hand and leads you towards some metal stairs. But before he does, you notice several more motorcycles parked inside the open part of the warehouse. Who is Kim Taehyung?

At the top of the stairs, it opens into a large open loft area that has a surprising feeling of comfort to it. There’s a kitchenette off to the right with just the necessities: a fridge, small table, stove and microwave.

The left side of the room appears to be the bedroom. A big messy bed sits against a headboard with intricate black vines carved into the wood. Soft pillows are haphazardly lying in all directions, some on the floor with their feathers scattered across the room. Taehyung visibly stiffens when he sees you notice them.

“Sorry about those…I think I might have a raccoon stuck in here somewhere.” He laughs and moves to kick the busted pillows under his bed.

Strange. He’s a little strange.

“Do you need something to drink?” he asks.

“Should I be worried about being here, Taehyung?”

“What? No. No, I promise you’re safe.” He crosses the room and comes to stand in front of you, concern evident on his perfect face.

“I just…I don’t do things like this. I’ve never even had a one night stand.” You card a hand through your hair and Taehyung tips your chin up to look at him.

“Why does it need to be just one night?” His face softens and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Taehyung…I don’t know what I’m doing.” It’s barely a whisper.

His head tilts slightly to the side before it spasms slightly, an uncomfortable look painting his face as he shakes his head and gets the spasm under control.

“Stop it.” Taehyung grits between his clenched teeth, mostly to himself.

“Are…are you okay?” Your worry grows by the second.

“Sorry…I’m sorry.” He cups your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I’m not scared of you.” It isn’t a lie. You aren’t scared, but something is off. And you’re too stupid to leave. “Should I be scared?”

“Not of me.” He speaks as if someone else is in the room.

His mouth finds yours again and lust takes the place of worry and concern. Taehyung easily grabs your thighs and lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing at all.

The next moments are a blur of clothing being stripped and bare skin coming in contact with hands and lips. Teeth scrape over nipples and long fingers drown themselves inside your dripping pussy. The warehouse echos with the sounds of your moans and his deep groans.

After your first thigh shaking orgasm, Taehyung sits on the edge of his bed and you kneel in front of him between his knees, taking his far too perfect cock into your mouth. You worship him with your tongue and make him come down your throat, his hands tightly gripping your hair.

Chills run through your sweaty body as he bends you over his bed and eases his cock inside you. Stars explode behind your eyelids while your fingers grip the bed sheets.

“He doesn’t fuck you enough, does he Pigeon? You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung’s fingers dig harshly into your hips as he mercilessly pounds you from behind.

You can only moan in response, the coil in your stomach tightening and threatening to burst again. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes and stain the sheets you’re so desperately clinging to.

His fingers suddenly start to feel sharper, like they could pierce your skin at any moment, past the point of hurting in a good way.

“Stop,” Taehyung growls and the piercing feeling of his fingers starts to let up. If your brain wasn’t so fogged by your oncoming orgasm you may have questioned who the hell he was talking to.

“I’m so close,” you whine, feeling Taehyung press himself closer to you, one of his hands coming to the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the mattress. The new angle makes you feel him so deeply that even your stomach clenches and the dam finally breaks; you’re falling off the edge of the most shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Taehyung’s hips stutter as you clench around him, making him moan deep in his chest. When you can no longer hold up your body, he grabs your shoulder and flips you onto your back, then immediately slides his cock back inside your overly sensitive pussy.

You’re so blissfully fucked that it takes you a moment to focus your eyesight on his face. Sweaty black curls sticking to his forehead as you lift your heavy arms and dig your fingers into his hair so you can pull his mouth down onto yours.

“I almost…I almost lost control. You feel so good.” His tongue swipes into your mouth as he angles himself to hit your g-spot with every hard thrust of his hips.

“Please come, Taehyung.” Your nails dig into his back and leave scratch marks across his skin.

“Never wanted anyone as much as I want you…fuck we want you so badly.” He buries his face into your neck as he thrusts once, twice more before you feel him spill inside of you. Hips bruisingly tight against yours as his cock twitches each time more cum fills you up.

“Holy shit.” You move your hands back to his hair and gently lift up to see his face. You swear when he looks at you that all the color has drained from his eyes. They’re solid white.

You gasp and blink once, seeing Taehyung’s pretty brown eyes looking back at you in less than a second.

“Wh-what was that?” You’re still panting.

“What was what, Pigeon?” He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek before he slowly pulls out and walks to his bathroom, giving you a chance to ogle his perfect little ass and the muscles of his back.

“I just…thought I saw something,” you say when he returns to the bed with a cloth for you to clean up with. You really need to get more sleep if you’re starting to see things.

“Did I hurt you?” Taehyung’s face is suddenly a lot more serious when he reaches out to run his fingers over the apple of your cheek.

You remember the way his hands felt on your hips. How they could’ve been on the verge of piercing through your skin. At least, that’s what you thought when it was happening.

Looking down at your hips, there’s obvious red marks from fingertips, but also scratch marks that just don’t seem like they could’ve come from Taehyung’s short cut nails. What the hell?

“I um…I think I’m okay.” You pull the covers up over your hips a little, hoping he won’t see.

“You should sleep here. I can take you home in the morning, I’m just too sleepy right now.” He pouts his mouth a little and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side.

“Okay.” You’re admittedly too spent to call an Uber or argue with him about taking you home tonight. You just need to sleep. Sleep will fix everything. Tomorrow you will wake up and not feel like you’re losing your entire mind.

“…don’t ever fucking do that again…” You hear part of a conversation in your half asleep state. “I swear if you would have hurt her…”

Who the hell is Taehyung talking to in the middle of the night?

“She’s with the spider….liability.” A deep inhuman voice fills the empty air. Your eyes shoot open wide and every nerve is suddenly completely wired.

Are they…are they talking about Jungkook?

“She’s not. She said she’s not,” Taehyung’s voice answers, stress evident in his words.

“We should eat her now…”

“No! You’ll have to kill me if you think you’re ever touching her. And we both know you can’t do that,” Taehyung yells.

You wrap the thin sheet around your naked body and slowly move towards the railing that overlooks the open part of the warehouse downstairs. You stay back far enough so not to alert anyone of your presence.

Looking down, you see Taehyung sitting at a table with his back towards you, wearing his black jeans slung low on his hips and nothing else. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

And that’s when it seems like the shadows around him start to move and your heart threatens to burst from your chest. Because not only do they move, but they have a face. A terrifying face that is seeping from the back of Taehyung’s neck and moving around him …as it talks.

“You’re weak for her,” the monster growls deeply, its huge teeth and unnaturally long tongue becoming more apparent as it moves into the light.

“We had a deal.” Taehyung seethes. “I’m literally the only person you haven’t killed when you bonded with them. You need me to get your symbiote friends home and I need you to take down that fucking lab.”

You can barely believe what you’re seeing or hearing. Is this the monster Jungkook was talking about? The one breaking into the lab across the river?

“Aren’t we friends?” The monster asks in a condescending way.

“Not if you hurt ____. She has no idea what she’s in the middle of and it should stay that way.” Taehyung holds his arms out straight and the monster starts to wrap its moving pitch black skin around him…its skin becoming his.

You’re so startled by the sight in front of you that you stumble back, knocking over an end table full of magazines and books. Fuck.

“Shit,” you hear Taehyung say before the monster has completely consumed him. What stands in his place is something you will never forget for the rest of your life.

The monster must be at least 8 feet tall, huge bulking muscles made of that inhuman black skin that constantly appears to be moving. Its huge white eyes land right on you immediately, its mouth and teeth pulling into a wicked smile as it jumps into the air and clears the railing in a single leap. You scream as the ground crunches beneath its feet when it lands in front of you.

The monster looms over you and all the breath in your lungs disappears.

“What…what are you?” you croak, fear freezing you in place.

“We…are Venom.”

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