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Concubine scenario where King Taehyung falls out of love with his queen and in love with y/n
Long fic ahead ‘cause I couldn’t help but make it long and plot driven >< There’s no graphic smut or anything but there’s a steamy scene or two. Also this is supposed to take place in Joseon but [DISCLAIMER], the story itself is fantasy/fictitious so there’s probably historical inaccuracy. Hope you enjoy!!
[Warning: a lil bit of Adult Content]
the seventh wife {taehyung}
word count: 3140
“Wait for me, Jaehee,” the wide eyed boy pleaded with you that night.
“What do you mean, Tae?”
“I can’t stay for long…” you looked at him as if you didn’t know what he meant, but you chose not to react. A noble girl like you didn’t have much time left either, not in a mundane place like that.
“You might never see me again,” you warned.
“I know,” he left a soft kiss on your forehead, closing his eyes to savour the moment, “but you will just have to trust me. Trust that we are meant to be.”
That was the last memory you could find of the boy. Indeed it was the last time you saw him.
But now is not the time for you to reminisce in the short-lived fantasy of your youth, and you mentally slap yourself for losing focus on your current situation.
You stand in your place between two other girls, clothed in the most extravagant of fabrics you’ve ever seen in bright hues of turquoise, laced with gold detail. Your floor length jet black hair is tied up in an elaborate style, covered in jewels and flowers. Your makeup is done to elevate your features to perfection. To top it off, around your neck hangs beads of jade.
You walk with poise, perfection even to the trained eye, as you follow the girls in front of you into the king’s chamber. A sixth concubine is about to be chosen and this is your seventh time going to the selection, but it’s no surprise to you that you haven’t been chosen yet. The sophistication you have now isn’t something you had three years ago when the then prince’s wife was chosen, let alone three months ago when the fifth concubine was chosen. But you have a feeling that this time will be different. You’ve become the refined beauty you’ve always dreamed of being.
As the tenth girl in line enters the foyer of the king’s chamber, you turned forty-five degrees to the left, in perfect synchronization with the other nine girls. You know better than to give into your eyes’ desire to marvel at the lavish wonders inside. Besides, it’s no longer a novelty to you. Your eyes adhere to the space right in front of you, pupils unfocused. Your arms remain folded in front of your body.
The king’s personal eunuch and the head maid observe each girl in detail. It isn’t just about looks. Your posture has to be perfect, so does your breathing. If you can’t stay still like a porcelain doll then you’re not good enough.
The head maid shakes her head at the tenth girl by the door. She’s probably the youngest, hasn’t been to a selection before. “This one won’t do. Her posture is lacking,” she says as she taps her cane at the girl’s feet. They are not parallel and that’s enough to dismiss her.
You’re third in line, meaning you’re the third oldest. By the time they come by you, there are only two they’ve decided to keep.
“You again?” the eunuch remarks as they approach you but you know better than to give any type of reaction. You know exactly what to do in the first stage. This part you’ve cleared before.
The head maid nods in approval, “I think this one’s improved a bit,” and with that, they move on to the next girl. You’ve gotten through again… now you have to figure out how to win the king over. That’s where you failed the last time. It’s because in the past, you didn’t know what the king found appealing. He’s unconventional. Nothing you’ve been taught about what men like in a wife applies to him.
At the end, there are four girls left. The eunuch goes inside to check in with the king and the head maid directs the rejected girls out. As soon as they’re gone, the remaining girls begin their superficial gossip, but you have no interest in participating. To be honest, you have no interest in the problems of spoiled noble girls. You know they have no real problems since you’re one yourself.
You get a glance of your reflection in a gold vase. I ought to be myself this time. That’s how you plan on getting the king’s attention. Your authentic self is what sets you apart from the rest of them. Not because you’re better than them but rather that you understand that there’s more to the world than what you see, that most people don’t live the way you do.
As soon as the eunuch comes back out, the other girls become silent again. “Lady Song, His Majesty will see you first.”
You bow deeply before following him inside the chambers. The eunuch brought you to the study. “Your Majesty, I present to you Lady Song.” He bows and you do the same.
The king’s back is turned to you but he turns toward you after your presence is announced. “You may rise.”
You stand up and immediately meet eyes with the king, something you’ve never done before even though this is the fourth time you’re meeting him.
And the king does something you’ve never seen him do before: smile. He nods at his eunuch. “You’re dismissed for now.” He waits for him to leave before turning to you to speak, “you may sit down.” You do as he says, sitting on the mat nearby in lotus style. “We have been acquainted with in the past, correct?”
“Indeed we have.” You maintain the eye contact, even as he begins to take steps closer to you.
“So what makes this encounter different?”
“My mind, among other things, have developed more since our last encounter.”
“And you have not another suitor?” he questions.
“There are a few… but none I deem to be suitable,” you answer him with the truth. The last person you want to marry is one of those noble boys who have come by your family home to propose. They’re pretty and their pockets are full but their heads are empty.
He smiles, “I appreciate your honesty.”
More questions come but it’s nothing you can’t handle. You wait in the foyer as the king talks to the other girls. By the time the whole ordeal is over, the sun begins sitting on the horizon, preparing for departure.
The king comes out and immediately, everyone gets into formation, bowing together. “I have made my decision,” he announces.
“Lady Lee...” there’s immediate light that shines in her eyes, “you will be returning to your home,” and that light goes away just as fast. The king enjoys tricks like this and it takes every ounce of self control to not laugh or even smile. “Lady Song, I choose you.”
In an instant, all the built up pressure from the last few years are lifted off your shoulder. You find relief in knowing all the work you put into yourself has finally paid off. You meet eyes with him again and he smiles at you.
“A ceremony will be held later this evening. My servants will prepare you for it,” and right on cue, a team of ladies emerge from another room and escort you away.
Hours later, you’re kneeling in front of the entrance of the king’s bedchamber. You’re dressed in off-white silk robes, long hair up in a high ponytail, pooling on the polished tile floor behind you. Your makeup is so natural that it looks like you’re not wearing any. The only jewelry that adorns you is a pair of simple small gold hoop earrings.
You were expecting more of wedding type of ceremony but of course it isn’t. You aren’t his first wife, his queen. You’re his concubine and this is your purpose in the palace.
“You may enter.” You go inside and bow. The king shakes his head, “you can drop the formalities now. You are not required to bow to me when we are alone and you may speak without my permission,” he directs.
You stand up straight. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
“Good, and one more thing. Please call me by my given name, Taehyung, when you are here. I would hope that you will allow me the same privilege with your name, Lady Song.” He looks at you with wide eyes that look almost innocent.
“My name is Jaehee, Song Jaehee.”
“Jaehee…” your name rolls off his tongue, sending a shiver down your spine. Something’s familiar about the way he says your name but you can’t quite put your finger on it. “You may lie down,” he says, looking toward the bed.
A wave of anxiety washes over you, and apparently it’s enough for Taehyung to notice. “Relax,” he says softly, “just get comfortable first. We’ll take this slow,’ his voice lulls you ever so slightly.
You nod absentmindedly, thankful that he doesn’t seem to be forceful but that nervous feeling remains. You calmly do as he says, figuring he probably knows what he’s doing. You’re only his seventh wife.
He plops down on the bed next to you and puts an arm around you, drawing you to his chest. You gasp as the sudden act of affection. You grow stiff in his grasp. “Relax, relax,” he whispers. He runs his fingers through your hair. “I won’t hurt you,” he assures.
Taehyung starts asking you questions, things about your family, your childhood, things you like, things you dislike, and in turn he offered anecdotes about his own life. As he talks, you don’t realize what purpose it has but after a while, you began to get comfortable in his embrace.
“When I was younger, I used to sneak out of the palace,” he begins. You knit your eyebrows at him- “I know, you are probably wondering why I would want to do something like that...” -but not for the reason he thinks.
“That’s not it. It’s just that I never thought I’d meet someone else from the inner part of the city with curiosity for the outside world.”
“‘Someone else’?” Now you have his attention. Taehyung looks at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to elaborate on the statement you just made.
“I’ve pretended to be a merchant’s daughter in the past to explore the streets of Namseong,” you’re about to stop there but you decide to keep going, “compared to our lives in here, life among the commoners seems almost obscene but there’s something refreshing about it. They have almost nothing but there’s always laughter in the air. People show appreciation for who you are as a person rather than what you can give them…” you trail off, looking at Taehyung in hope that you didn’t say anything you weren’t supposed to.
And to your surprise, you still have his full attention, eyes on yours, a small smile on his lips, giving you wordless approval, or so it seems. Your eyes stay on each other’s longer than you intended them to but you just can’t gather the will to look away, as if his gaze had a physical grasp on you. “I should have picked you a long time ago,” he whispers so quietly, you almost can’t make out his words. Slowly, he leans closer and closer to you, and before you can process what he’s doing his lips are on yours. Your first.
But rather than giving in to the shock, you try to keep up with his pace, kissing him back by mimicking his movement.
In an instant, he’s on top of you, knees between your legs, forearms resting on either side of your head. His lips break away from yours to kiss down your neck and instinctively intertwine your fingers in his hair, gasping, but after a second, you stop and lay flat, remembering how many times your handmaid had told you not to react.
Taehyung stops what he’s doing to look at you. “Why did you do that?” he’s says softly. You think he’s about to scold you for what you did but, “you are allowed to react…” he does the exact opposite, picking up your hand and placing it on his shoulder, “I want you to enjoy it.” He kisses your cheek.
“Okay,” you place your other hand on the nape of his neck, “I will,” you say looking directly in his eyes with the same fire he has.
His hips press against yours with a smirk on his face, “good.”
Months have passed since your first night with the king. Since then, you’ve gotten to know a lot more about him, but not about his queen or the other concubines. You maintain the level of cordiality that is required of you but you don’t go above and beyond and neither to they. There’s just something about the look in their eyes but you don’t understand why.
“Am I imagining something or is Lady Kim looking at me with disdain?” you whisper to your handmaid.
“I cannot say for sure but it appears so.”
Perhaps they’re jealous. Taehyung calls you to his bedchamber at least once a week and spends time with you otherwise whether it involves eating together or some other pastime. You don’t find anything unusual; you figure he sees all of his wives once a week, seven of you, seven days in the week.
“There is something wrong with her, Your Majesty,” Lady Kim says to the king, “she does not conduct herself in the manner a lady of the palace should.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow at her, giving no indication of whether he agrees with her or not. “What makes you say that?” And just for the record, he doesn’t.
“She chats to the maids and eunuchs as if they are on the same level as us. She does chores like a commoner…” she isn’t getting the reaction she wants, so she says, “I think she is a witch.”
Now he’s beginning to get angry. “I do not want to hear such ridiculous speculations for you,” his voice begins to rise. “Lady Song is no witch.”
“How can you be so sure? It is clear to the rest of us. She has put some spell on you. You have not called me to your bed since she came here and you never want to spend time with me. Have you forgotten that I am your queen?”
Taehyung closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I think you should take your leave,” he whispers.
“I am not going anywhere-”
“Please have Lady Kim escorted out,” Taehyung projects his voice loud enough for the servants outside to hear.
As soon as she’s long gone, Taehyung slips out. “Don’t tell anyone I’m going. If anyone comes by, tell them I’m sleeping and that I do not wish to be disturbed even for something urgent,” he tells his eunuch.
“Are you going to sneak into town again?” he asks.
“No...” and he isn’t lying, “I’ll be back in a few hours,” he assures.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung calls for his bodyguard, “switch clothes with me and pretend to sleep in my bed…” he notices the bags under his poor guard’s eyes, “on second thought, you can actually sleep while you’re in my bed. It looks like you haven’t slept in days.” Well that’s because he probably hasn’t.
He changes out of his bright embellished red robes and puts on the plain black ones. The less he stands out, the better.
“Your sword?” Taehyung asks as he ties Jungkook’s black and gold piece around his bun.
“Hyung…” The younger doe eyed boy blinks in confusion.
“What? I can’t take mine. It will give me away.”
Jungkook quietly complies with Taehyung’s request. “Be safe, Hyung.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“The bath has been prepared for you, my Lady.” Your handmaid comes to notify you and you follow her down the winding corridors. You find comfort in the emptiness of the building. You don’t have to worry about the passive aggression of the other concubines. You have your own quarters.
The warm moisture of the air outside was almost as inviting at the hot pool of water waiting for you. You can smell the essence of jasmine in the water and as you step closer, you see the red rose petals floating on the surface.
As you get closer to the edge of the pool, you let your robe slip to the floor, immersing yourself without hesitation. “You may wait inside,” you order your handmaid.
“As you wish, my Lady.”
You close your eyes and sink your head in the water long enough to submerge all your hair. As you resurface, you run your fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face. You pace toward one edge of the pool, resting your elbows on the dry, cool stone, admiring the canopy of trees, the wild flowers. Few places in the palace are this peaceful.
Taehyung sneaks around the back of your quarters, hoping to not run into anyone. For any normal person, it would be impossible to bypass the guards but Taehyung knows what he’s doing. He’s been dodging palace guards before he could speak… well not quite but close enough.
He disappears into the trees, quietly navigating his way closer, and as he does, the smell of jasmine hits him. He smirks, knowing it won’t be so hard to locate you now.
As if fate made this arrangement, when Taehyung emerges from the trees, you’re facing the other way, completely oblivious to his presence. You must be deep in thought because your back is still turned as he steps closer, removing his borrowed clothes. But once he steps in the water, his cover is blown.
You swiftly turn, guard up. “Who’s there- Tae? Why are you here? How did you get here?” you question as he closes in on you, a smile on his face.
When he’s almost chest to chest with you, he grips your waist, pulling your hips against his. “I just wanted to see you.”
You cup his face, looking at him with eyes warm with affection. “Tae…”
He presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he mutters against your lips. He kisses you again. “You’re my real queen.” Once again he kisses you, but with no intention of pulling away.
You moan in his lips, tasting the lust and hunger that drips off his, the temperature of your body rising. As your arms snake around his neck, you lift your legs around his waist, desperately trying to bring him as close to you as you possibly can.
He lifts you up to sit on the edge of the pool, lips leaving yours to make their way down your stomach, and you run your fingers through his long black hair. “Taehyung,” he meets your anticipating gaze, “I love you too.”
Lowkey wanna write a part 2 and highkey set it up so there could be one ;; - Devi
The flower/feather/moonlight requester: it is so beautifully angsty omg But im kinda confused im sorry i kept rereading it but i dont understand is it Y/N is the one who have died or Jk? Or is it up to us to interpret? :0
3 word prompts: Something with Flowers,Feathers and Moonlight please! ^^
You didn’t specify who you wanted, so I chose Jungkook c: Also, I’m so sorry, I ended up making this lowkey angsty ;A; It’s the Raye effect, I swear if you read any of her work, it makes you wanna write something sad… Hope you still enjoy tho! :D
debajo la luna {jungkook; angst}
word count: 603
A smile adorned your face, feeling a familiar warmth envelope your body. But nothing had a physical grasp on you. What you felt was love. His love. But you thought he was physically there.
He wasn’t.
Your eyes darted open and out your lips slipped a gasp, heart pounding as you turned around in your bed just to realize that you were alone. A dejected frown turned back into a bright smile. You shook your head at your own reaction. Not here in person, but here in spirit. That was what you told yourself. It was how you kept your spirit.
How long has it been? Too long.
What if I forget him? That was impossible. Even now, his face was clear as day in your mind, his round brown eyes, his soft pink lips, his distinct cupid’s bow. You could never forget.
You hated nights like these. Everything would be fine until you’d awaken to the thought of him, a pull stronger than anything you’d felt before, keeping you from the arms of deep sleep.
Your eyes were glued to the radiant full moon as you counted in your head, with no plans of stopping until you were back in your dreams. It was the only way you could go back to sleep.
But not tonight.
The warmth you’d felt just a moment ago kept growing stronger. You were burning from the inside out. But this was no mere feeling. No, this was something tangible, something real.
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Jungkook sat up in his cot abruptly, unsure if he should be upset that he woke up or thankful that he didn’t have to experience that terrible nightmare.
“Shit,” he hissed, pulling the thin white sheet covering him to his face, dabbing at the few beads of sweat on his forehead.
Sleep, he hadn’t gotten any since that time. A better time. But there was no going back, not any time soon.
Jungkook was on his feet, heels slamming into the hard cold wood floor. Suffocated, he needed fresh air.
Inhale… exhale, he took a deep breath, allowing the crisp midnight air to flow through his body. He took a step forward, wandering into nature, not bothering with where he was going. His journey was determined but the impulse of his own feet, only moving forward, not a glance back. It was like he was in a trance.
But he got distracted. A shrilling sound filled his ears and he snapped his head up to the trees, where it was coming from. A raven.
Even in the dead of night, Jungkook could see it clearly in the moonlight. It looked him in the eye, sending chills down Jungkook’s spine. There was something mysterious about it. It squacked before falling dead right before Jungkook, a trail of ink colored feathers floating down in its path. He held his hand out, letting one land in it. Ominous.
Something was wrong.
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Jungkook had dreamed of returning home to you, but he didn’t think it would be like this. He stood at the edge of the cliffs, overlooking the sea, a place familiar to him, and you once upon a time.
One at a time, he snapped each marigold from its stem, letting the wind and rain carry it into the water. As the time passed, the heavens came down harder, rain masking his tears, thunder masking his cries. The universe was mourning with him.
He remembered sitting here with you with happiness and affection, in love, under the moon. He wished he could live in that moment forever.
Jungkook got down on his knees. There was nothing left.
As a rising musician, you never thought in a million years that you’d get the chance to collaborate with Agust D, aka Min Yoongi, but little did you know that there would be more surprises in store for you.
[Warning: Explicit Content]
8-track {yoongi; smut}
word count: 2166 (does someone wanna explain why I always get carried away with yoongi smut >< goddamn)
“Wait a minute… who wants to collaborate with me?” you practically screamed into the phone, in complete disbelief with what your manager just said to you.
“I said Agust D reached out to us and wants to arrange a studio session. Do you think you can drive up to LA tomorrow?” she said again. Little did you know she had a smile on her face. She knew you’d react this way, and in a way, she found it kind of endearing.
“Of course I can drive up to LA tomorrow. Fuck it, I’d miss an exam if it meant having a studio session with Agust D…” you paused, trying to stifle some of your excitement, “but like… why would he reach out to me of all people? I’m just starting to get some momentum,” you questioned out loud.
As any creatively inclined college student in the sciences, you took to writing and music as a break from studying, as a way to express yourself, but you never thought you’d gain any momentum from it.
“I don’t know, maybe he saw a clip from your interview on Sway’s Universe. Didn’t you mention wanting to work with him?” she offered an explanation.
“I did,” you blushed, “but I didn’t think he’d actually reach out. At least, not this soon.”
“Well he did, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay boo?”
“Yeah, see ya.” You hung up the phone and leaned back in the driver’s seat of your Civic. Yes, your Civic; you still had another year left to the lease and instead of getting out of it to buy a nicer car, you figured it made more sense to keep it and save up more during this time.
“Damn,” you whispered to yourself. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
And you still couldn’t believe it was happening, even as you pulled up to the familiar studio in Beverly Hills.
Alright, my B, you can do this. Just breathe. He’s just a human being like you. In this studio, you’re equals. Do not overreact. Be professional. You spent a good minute outside the building, still in your car, trying to calm yourself down. You hit your Juul and took a few deep breaths. You knew the nervousness driving your fast beating heart probably wouldn’t subside but at the very least, you prayed dizziness wouldn’t take over your body. The last thing you wanted was to faint like the fangirl you’d been once upon a time.
Your manager came up to your car and knocked on the window, bringing your mind back to Earth. “Come on. They’ll be here in a few minutes,” she said from the outside. You nodded and slowly made your way out. You turned to look at your reflection in the window. “You look fine,” she offered her opinion but you weren’t listening. You adjusted the way your red Adidas sweatpants sat on your hips and how your red bandana was wrapped around your head, hiding any flaws of your high ponytail. You smiled in relief, looking good as you always did.
You unlocked the door to your usual studio room, turning the lights on. Everything was neat and in place. “I see you had the place neatened up a little. It’s not like I’m trying to impress a potential suitor,” you joked, sticking your tongue out at your manager.
She smiled and rolled her eyes at you playfully, “girl please, we gotta make a good impression… plus you don’t know, maybe he’ll be your future boo,” She said in a teasing tone, clapping your shoulder.
There was a knock on the door and your manager opened it. As you turned around, you could feel your pulse through every inch of your body. There he was, in the flesh, only a few feet away from you. You thanked the universe for your foundation and concealer because you could feel the heat radiating from your skin.
You stepped up to him as steadily as you could and shook his outreached hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you said with a friendly smile, which he returned. You never introduced yourself by your rapper name unless you were on TV or the radio. It just seemed a little weird to you.
“I’m Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you too.”
Right from the beginning, it seemed like the two of you were on the same wavelength. You were hoping to work with his original beats and that’s exactly what he came prepared to do. Immediately he brought out some of his new work that needed refining. As you two worked together it sometimes seemed like he was reading your mind and vice versa.
“Damn, forget one track. We should make a full album,” he remarked. You decided to take a quick break when your manager came back with some boba.
“With the progress we’re making, we definitely could,” you laughed. “We could be the next Twenty88,” you smiled at him playfully and he gave you the same look, holding the eye contact long enough for your managers to exchange knowing glances.
You’d been there since the morning but now it was almost midnight and you were still riding the momentum you and Yoongi created since the day started.
“Are you two fine by yourselves? We should retire for the night,” your manager informed. She knew better than to make you stop when you were deep in your zone.
You broke your focus for a second to answer her, “yeah, we’ll be fine. Good night.” You waved cheerfully. You had absolutely no problem with being left alone with Yoongi… get your head outta the gutter. I just meant you felt comfortable enough with him. That’s all… maybe.
Around two in the morning, you two took another break. You sat on the empty table in the back of the room, adjacent to the door, as he stretched. He leaned against the table, next to you.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be this beautiful in person,” he remarked casually.
Typically you’d respond with a, ‘Thank you, I know,’ but instead you responded with wide eyes and a half-stuttered, “What?”
He chuckled, tapping his index finger on his bottom lip. “Is this news to you?” he teased.
“No… but I didn’t expect you to say that... Goddamn.” Yup, I’m totally dreaming. This isn’t happening.
“You said we could be the next Twenty88, yeah? Well we definitely could… but for more than just music…” you turned to meet his eyes and when you realized his forehead was only a few inches from yours, you felt a rush. “If you’re down,” he added.
You glanced down at his lips and licked yours. “Why don’t you find out,” you playfully whispered, and in an instant, his lips were on yours.
Passionate and fast paced from the start, your breath was already thinning. He shifted his position to stand in front of you, wedging his body between your slightly parted legs, resting his hands on your hips. You pressed one palm into the nape of his neck for support, running the other hand through his silky jet black hair. You moved your hips against his along with the rhythm of the kiss, earning a throaty groan from him.
Yoongi’s hands began to rummage, tracing over the curve of your ass and the dip of your waist. As his hands made their way up your back, he unclasped your bra with just one hand, triumphantly smirking and squeezing your breasts.
For an instant, you broke the kiss, “showoff,” you teased. Your lips met again but only for a moment. You placed a lingering kiss on his jaw then down his neck to his collarbones, searching for the perfect place to suck.
He moaned and threw his head. “That better not be somewhere visible,” he hissed.
“It isn’t…” you assured, “but you know what concealer is,” you joked, lightly biting his milky skin, making him moan louder, gripping the base of your ponytail. You began tugging on the black t-shirt he was wearing. “Take this off.”
He smirked at you and took a step back, slowly lifting up the fabric. “Yes ma’am.”
You took the opportunity to kick your shoes off and slide out of your trackpants, revealing your thin black lace thong. Yoongi bit his lip, staring intensely at your bare skin. “Fuck,” he hissed. His eyes darted between your eyes and your body and you knew what he wanted you to do. You tossed your bandana to the side and took your cropped sweatshirt off, only leaving your bra hanging loosely from the edges of your shoulders.
You looked him in the eye as you let it slide down your arms and in a second, Yoongi’s body was pressed on yours, lips ravaging your neck, fingers reaching what his lips could not. A loud gasp slipped from your lips, both in surprise and in pleasure. He grazed a finger over your underwear.
“I wonder how wet you are,” he whispered against your skin.
You looked down at him, expectantly, “why don’t you find out?” repeating your previous words.
He stood up straight to look you directly in the eye, pressing his fingers past your underwear to rub your folds. “Damn, you really want it, huh?” He inserted two fingers in, making sure to rub against your clit.
You moaned, “I do,” you admitted, eyes overflowing with desire. They sent electricity down Yoongi’s spine.
He pulled you into a heated kiss, continuing to pump his fingers in you. He was going mad with lust as you kept getting wetter, as your moans became more desperate.
Yoongi broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out, “I can’t take this anymore,” he said, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion.
You stared at him shamelessly, “you might have some trouble getting all that in me.”
He ran his hands down your thighs, pulling your body to the edge of the table, pushing your thighs apart and back for better access. You pressed one hand on the table behind you and the other on Yoongi’s shoulder for support. Yoongi inserted himself slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.” You almost screamed as he went all the way in, eyes rolling back.
Yoongi’s pace was slow but rhythmic, a unique beat but you could match it with your hips. The sound of his skin against yours resonated in the relatively empty room. You clung to each other as the tempo rose, craving more of each other’s touch. Moans and groans filled the air, synchronized with the beat your bodies were making.
But you hissed in disappointment when he slid out. “Turn around,” he directed. You bit your lip and did as he said, leaning against the table, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. He gripped your ass, “damn, baby, you’re drippin.”
You whined, “well don’t just stare.”
He didn’t bother taking his time; he started with the same pace he’d just left off on, and as your screams grew louder, you couldn’t help but be thankful that those walls were as soundproof as they could come. Your body began to tremble when he gripped your ponytail, firmly pulling your hair back.
His movement became slower but stronger as you reached your high. “That’s it, babygirl,” he gripped your hips to support you as your knees buckled, and you let out a loud moan in satisfaction. He stopped moving to give you time to regain yourself.
“Let’s switch,” you suggested, still a little out of breath. Yoongi sat back into the chair, waiting with impatient patience. You climbed up on top of him, pressing the tip of his dick against your sex, ready to ease into it but Yoongi had a different plan. He grabbed your ass and pulled you down hard on him. You rotated your hips, trying to let him go as deep as he possibly could. “Someone can’t wait.” You smirked.
Yoongi sat back as you were bumping and grinding. “You’re hot as hell,” Yoongi barely had enough breath to even say that. Most women didn’t have the energy to get him all the way there but you were an exception.
You knew he was close from the melody he was making, and as you pulled him into a kiss, he pulled your hips down, meeting them with force as he finished.
As you two caught your breaths, you remained in that position. Yoongi tightened his arms around your waist, and you put yours around his neck.
“Fuck, I was not expecting that…” you admitted, pulling back to look at Yoongi, smiling rather shyly considering your current state.
“Neither was I,” he chuckled, “but, damn, we should’ve recorded that in the sound booth.”
You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Oh my God, Yoongi.”
He smiled flirtatiously, “but maybe there’ll be a next time for that.”
“There’s definitely gonna be a next time for that,” you paused for a second, “we have seven more tracks we gotta finish.”
Youre back!! have you listened to the new album? Have you listened to Seesaw or watched a fancam of that? MIN YOONGI CENTER STAGE YAS -Jimin Anon
I’ve given one full listen through for Tear and Her and have my fave tracks but like both of them dropped during school so honestly at the time i couldn’t invest much into watching videos ;A; I’ve listened to the new tracks that just came out but I’ve been out of the kpop game ever since college so it’s hard to get back in the routine cuz there’s so much i missed... so what i mean is i haven’t watched any performances or fancams ;; LOL I think the last time i saw a bts performance of any kind was when i saw it in person last year in OC
- Devi (is being judged by yoongles, i can feel it in my soul)
Thank you for getting back to my question!! I'm excited for new pieces!!!!!! Yay!!! And I don't have any specific ideas in mind, just anything Yoongi tbh 💕💕💕💕💕💕
Well this piece of Yoongi trash will definitely be bringing out some Yoongi pieces, dear anonnie~~ both PG and not hopefully
IM BACKKKKK (i uninstalled the app cause of space asdfghjkl) I miss you guys hows everyone doing oh man the fact that thats alot of smut waiing to be written when it all gets posted the heat here will go up so much i love to suffer -jimin anon
OMG JIMIN ANON I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS SITTIN IN MY INBOX ;A; and idk when you sent his but yeppp there’s still a bunch of smut waiting to be written XD
taehyung fluff: loving from afar (him loving the reader btw haha)
I did a flower shop AU for this! Hope you enjoy!~
three carnations, two tulips, one rose {taehyung; fluff}
word count: 1085
As you walked down your usual path home from work in the evening, you entered the shop. All your senses were hit with familiarity. The bell chimed above your head, announcing your presence. The aroma of fresh flower tickled your nose. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, and when you opened them again, your vision overflowed with colors, ones you knew and others you couldn’t place a name to. You came there for a reason as you did everyday, but you liked to take a good moment to browse, looking through all the fresh picks.
The hydrangea seemed rather vibrant that day.
You turned to the boy at the counter. His face was more than familiar but you didn’t even know his name, and he didn’t know yours, but you saw him everyday, and you had for years. “How has your day been?” you made small talk.
He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. There was something innocent and genuine about how he carried himself. Looking at him was like a breath of fresh air. “Business has been good, so I have nothing to complain about,” he answered you.
“That’s good,” you said in response, almost absentmindedly.
“What can I help you with today?”
“Can I have a three dozen pink carnations?” To anyone it would seem like a lot, but you had use for them. The kitchen wasn’t the only place where you kept flowers in the apartment, and decoration wasn’t your only need for them.
“I have light pink ones and fuschia ones. Which do you want?”
“Hmmm…” you gave it some thought, “give me two dozen of the fuschia ones and one dozen of the light ones.”
He smiled brightly. “I’ll get those for you.”
The boy hummed as he put your flowers together. Little did you know you were his favorite customer. He never talked enough to you to learn a lot but he got a loose grasp of the type of person you were based on the flowers you bought. Carnations when you were happy, tulips when your family visited, roses when you were in love… lilies when you lost someone you loved. He never asked you how you were doing. The flowers gave him the answer he sought.
You stepped up to the counter as the boy wrapped up the flowers. You already knew how much they would be and you had the exact amount in your hand.
“There you go.” He traded the flowers for the money.
“Thank you, have a nice day.” You turned, ready to walk out of the shop.
“Wait-” he called out. You turned around, partially surprised, waiting for him to say something. “What’s your name?”
You were perplexed by his question. You weren’t expecting it.
“You come here everyday but I don’t even know your name,” he continued, justifying his question.
You smiled, “Y/N, my name is Y/N.”
“Taehyung.”
“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, Taehyung.”
“Yeah, see ya.” He waved.
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“Two dozen yellow tulips,” was that day’s request for Taehyung.
“Of course~” He rushed to complete it. He knew someone was probably in town to visit you, but, “What’s the occasion, Y/N?” he never really asked you about your purchases.
You looked at him with a smile, not minding his curiosity. “My sister’s in town,” you answered, “she likes bright colors,” you offered the extra detail.
“I see… Have you ever thought about growing flowers at home?”
You chuckled, “and not give you business?” but Taehyung pouted at your response. “That’s not what I meant,” you began to explain, “I’m joking.” You took a moment to think. “I’ve wanted to before but my apartment doesn’t offer much space outside for a garden. I barely have a balcony.”
Taehyung nodded slowly. “I see…”
“Do you grow flowers at home?” you asked in return.
He shook his head. “No, but my granny does… she’s the one who started this shop.” He looked around, taking in the sight of all the flowers. “But she gave her store to me when she got too weak to be on her feet all day.”
You frowned vaguely remembering the spritely old woman. “That’s unfortunate… I hope she’s doing okay.”
“She’s alright for now. Thanks for the concern.”
“It’s nothing,” you said as he handed the tulips to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Taehyung.”
“Bye,” he said joyfully but in reality he wished you’d stay and chat with him, even for just another minute. Taehyung just didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to get your attention. He didn’t know how to keep it if you ever offered it to him. He didn’t know how to express something to you that he had flowing through his mind since the first time you set foot in his shop, back when it wasn’t even his shop, when he was just a kid in high school helping his granny out in the afternoons, when you used to stop by on the way home from school to bring flowers home to your mother.
“One day, Kim Taehyung,” he said to himself as he closed up the shop for the night.
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When you walked into the shop, you dragged in a tense aura. Something was wrong. Taehyung could sense it. But he didn’t know how to approach you about it, so he didn’t. “Hey Y/N!” he said just as joyfully as he always did.
You looked up at him and smiled softly, or at least you tried to. “Hey Tae…” and as soon as your smile began to fade, you looked back down at the flowers.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Actually… I didn’t come for anything specific. I just came to look.”
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. It had been at least seven years. You never once came in without knowing what you wanted.
As you looked between bunches of flowers, you offered no conversation, and neither did Taehyung. He figured it was best to not say anything in this moment.
You glanced up at Taehyung as you brushed your fingers over the white lilies one last time. “Goodnight, Taehyung.” You were about to leave without anything.
“Wait, Y/N!”
“What is it?” You turned back to him.
“I have something for you,” he said, earning your confusion. You cocked your head to the side.
He pulled out a deep pink rose, carefully tied with white ribbon. He said nothing. He didn’t need to for his expression said it all.
I have a stupid question but I figured I would ask before submitting a request. It says that scenarios are currently closed, do one shots with one member count as a scenario?? Thanks!!
Yes it does include one shots, unfortunately if you were hoping to request something T_T It’ll be a while until they’re open again but on the bright side, we have a lot of pending requests for scenarios and one shots plus I’m writing some original work so there’s new stuff that’ll come out!
If you have an idea you want to share with me, feel free to do so, dear!~
if yoongi had an 8 track sex playlist, what songs would be on it?
I’ma pretend like I’ve never thought about this before omggg ><
I’d say his 8 track would mostly have sensual Hip-Hop as opposed to sensual R&B since his personal taste in music is more Hip-Hop; however, Yoongi is also pretty familiar with the classics so he’d have at least one old school R&B track on there.
Hey y’all! For the first time in a while, I’m reopening requests for asks until further notice! Just as a reminder, these are the guideline:
They usually consist of 1-3 members and are phrased “What would it be like if…” or “How would -insert member here- react if..” These are also referred to as “Reactions” Here’s an example:
“How would Jimin and Taehyung react if you were their girlfriend and you had to take a school trip overseas for a week?”
(Yes, I totally copied and pasted this from the info page lol)
Lol this is going to sound so weird, but can you guys write about an au involving the boy's ideal types?? The storyline can be anything you want and I was thinking that one admin writes about one girl or something? Love this blog~ Thanks ♡
