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Anonymous said to kpop-reads: Your best friend, Jungkook, text invites you over to the BTS dorm and says it’s fine that you’re only wearing pjs cause he knows it’ll fluster his Yoongi hyung
Author’s note: I wasn’t going to write anything for this blog and just remain a Beta. But this request was too good to pass up. Thanks for the glorious idea!
Summary:
Your best friend has his friends’ best interests at heart, despite being a little shit.
Can you give us/me some tips about writing? I already said you are amazing,I just love how you write and you are literal goal! <3
aw thank you so much!!!
I will try to give some tips, although people work differently, so it may not work for everyone!
I would say first of all, read as much fanfiction as you can before you start, because it really helps to see how other people write, the ideas that are being used and etc. I read on tumblr for a long time before I actually started writing myself, but mostly because I was worried as I hadn’t written anything since I was in school.
Second, I would say get inspiration. I get most of my inspiration from music, music videos, lyrics, etc. I honestly think most of my stories started from songs lol, but also movies and tv programmes play another part, as well as other tumblr writers — it’s okay to get inspiration from them too!
Thirdly, once you have your idea, I would plan as much as you can (if you work that way, sometimes my ideas don’t call out for a plan, but if it’s going to be a longer idea then I will) and then just WRITE it. Don’t think too hard about it at first, because it’s your first time writing something, give yourself a break!!
And lastly, just post. It can be scary at first, but honestly it’s a great adrenaline rush, and then just carry on! Try to not get deflated if nothing happens at first, and keep going. Honestly, something will happen soon if you keep at it, and really, it’s the best fun!!!
I would also say, try making friends on here ~ it really helps, and you can help each other with your ideas as well as giving feedback. Don’t be afraid to message or reach out to anybody! Having friends on tumblr is part of the fun!
I think that’s everything, I can think of… sorry if it’s no help lol, but all I can say is if you have an idea, just write, write, write until you’re finished with it! Don’t think too much about it otherwise it will be too scary! :D
What are your tips on writing good smut? I want to be able to capture details like sensory features and emotional aspects, but still maintain smut content?
There’s a hugeelement to all of this that is a matter of personal taste. I keep thinking about this one smut fic thatis very popular, highly praised (even by fic writers I admire), and people areconstantly recommending it to me… but I’ve tried reading it and I hate it. The plot is interesting and I want to likeit, but I can’t because of the writing style – it hurts my brain. The point is, I have my own writing style,other people have theirs, and readers will have differing opinions on whatqualifies as good. So, the only thing I can do is share what I try toaccomplish when writing smut and what I enjoy reading.
1. The sex scenes in a story should be fullyintegrated into the rest of the plot, be appropriate for the characters, andmake sense in the context of everything else that is going on. Why are the characters having sex and why arethey having sex in a particular way? Forexample, sometimes I’ll see a story about virgins having sex for the first timeand it will suddenly be super wild, graduate level sex. Or people just start screaming out “Daddy!”in the middle of sex with no indication that this type of dom/sub relationshipexists. I’m not saying you can’t dothose things in your writing – frankly, I think nothing is really off-limits –but I do think it requires context and you need to set up the sex acts in therest of the writing.
2. Build your characters out so the reader canunderstand who these people are. A scenewith two people having sex but no personalities ascribed to them, no relationshipexplained, no thoughts divulged… is boring. I want to know who is having sex, know something about them and theirrelationship to each other. It doesn’thave to be a huge long character description or back-story all the time,sometimes you can divulge aspects of the relationship and their personalitiesduring the sex scene itself. But Idefinitely want to walk away from the story feeling like I know something aboutthem.
3. Sex uses all the senses, so make sure your sexscenes take advantage of that. What doesthis look like, feel like, taste like, smell like and sound like?
4. Make sure that the sex is physicallypossible. Pay attention to what positionyour characters are in and describe how they move from one act to another. It’s tedious sometimes to keep track of allthe body parts and where they are when you are writing, but it makes a world ofdifference in the end product. You don’twant your readers taken out of the story because they are wondering how is itpossible for her to suck his dick in that position?
5. Make sure that the sex is physically possible,part 2. Consider the space where yourcharacters are having sex. If they arein a car, public restroom stall, closet, passenger train, etc… then some thingsare probably just not possible. Considerhow they move around their space and whether or not it makes sense.
6. Be clear about who is talking. One of my biggest pet peeves is when writershave a conversation between characters, but they don’t clarify which characteris speaking at a given moment. It’s badenough when it’s two characters, but when it’s 3 or more, it becomes verydistracting trying to figure out who is speaking.
7. When possible, use actions and dialog instead ofdescriptive sentences. This is apersonal preference, but I think it’s more interesting that way. For example, rather than describe all the detailsof what a messy room looks like, can you replace some of that with yourcharacter tripping over a pile of clothes on the floor or complaining aloudabout the stench of stale sweat coming from the dirty laundry?
8. Don’t write anything that doesn’t add to thestory. I’ve used this example before,but writers will sometimes make a repeated point of describing something thatserves no purpose to the story. Forexample, they’ll describe Jimin with red hair. And throughout the story it’s “the redheaded man”, “his blush was asdeep as his crimson hair”, “you ran your fingers through his firey locks”,etc. But what’s the point? If you are describing the hair color just becauseyou like the red hair look on him but it doesn’t actually contribute to the characteror the story, then leave it out. Same istrue of conversations between characters, descriptions of things, actionspeople take… it might actually be a key piece of information in a future plotpoint or truly help set a mood or describe a character, but if doesn’t serve apurpose, then it’s just extra words on a page.
9. Use the words you want to use. Seems obvious, right? Except when writing smut, it’s easy to get embarrassedusing a bunch of taboo words and sometimes writers will go out of their way toavoid writing things that are considered “dirty”. Everyone who reads my stuff knows I have apenchant for absolutely filthy language, but even for me, it was hard to writethose things when I first started, even though I knew that using “cunt” insteadof “core” was the better choice for the story I wanted to write. By the same token, don’t feel like you haveto get filthy if that’s not going to benefit your story or characters.
10. Write the story you want to read. People may want you to include certain sexacts or want a particular setting or scenario, but none of it will work if youend up with a product that was solely written for someone else and not foryourself. Write the story you want to write, with all the details youwant it to have, in a way that you find interesting or compelling or sexy orwhatever… Because if you like it, I guaranteesomeone else will end up liking it too.
Here’s a gif of Yoongi dabbing as a reward for reading this far. Thank you for your time.
Do you have any advice for new fan fiction writers? (Sorry if You've already answered this)😍😍❤️ BTW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM SUCH TRASH FOR YOU
Ah, actually no one has asked me that before. Uh I guess any that I have would be the standard writing advice.
1. Write what you know. If you are a younger writer don’t write about love in the workplace, you are bound to make glaring errors. If you are older and have been out of high school for a decade chances are you are terribly out of touch with what teens are like now and you run a real risk of your story coming across as dated. If you want to do an AU it’s totally cool but put in real research to understand what that lifestyle/fantasy world/tv show/movie/book is like.
2. Read….A LOT! Not just fan fics but also published works including genres you don’t usually read.
3. If you are going to write smut then really stick to what you know. There’s a lot of fics out there where the story and writing is really great but when the actual sex starts happening it becomes clear that the writer either hasn’t had the type of sex that is being portrayed or is a virgin who is pulling from common tropes/mistakes in smut (”you’re so wet for me already”, describing his head as “angry red”, it isn’t common irl for both people to cum at the same time, you can’t breathe while deep throating, etc).
4. The stuff you write first is going to make you cringe months later. That is totally normal and usually means you are progressing as a writer.
5. Write what you want and don’t be afraid to abandon a project temporarily if something else strikes your fancy. But also be sure to be diligent. No one likes a series that is abandoned four chapters in or waiting years for the next installment of a series (*coughcough* George R.R. Martin, though I actually get it but people complain about it a lot).
In which a beautiful man appears out of nowhere and saves you.
You didn’t remember the night being this chilly, and wished you had a jacket as you walked home from the club. You had arrived there only an hour ago with your best friend, but they found a guy to have a one night stand with. You didn’t feel like dancing with men you didn’t know, so you decided to call it a night.
“I’m too sober for this…” you grumbled. You momentarily regretted not drinking enough to warm yourself up, but who knows what may have happened if you drank that much. You helplessly hugged your shivering body tightly. The tight velvet dress you wore looked great on you, but left your arms and most of your legs exposed to the unforgiving night air.
Thankfully, you were only two blocks away from your apartment. You didn’t live very far from the club, and normally you would’ve called a cab, but you forgot your phone at home. The only thing you had on you was a tube of lip gloss and ID tucked in your bra.
The crosswalk up ahead was running out of crossing time, so you decided to teeter across as quickly as you could in your stilettos. Luckily, there weren’t any drivers on the small road to witness your embarrassing attempt at running. To your horror, as you were crossing, your left heel got stuck in between the cobblestones of the road. You heard a crack as you instantly fell to the ground with a yelp. Suddenly, your ankle was in excruciating pain and your first thought was that it was broken. That would explain the cracking noise you heard. You looked at it, and thankfully, it didn’t look broken.
You looked around and noticed that there weren’t drivers nearby, but there were some pedestrians walking on the other side of the street. Realizing how strange you looked, you dusted off your hands, your palms still stinging, and you tried to stand up, pulling your dress down while doing so. It occurred to you that the gravel may have cut up your bare legs, but you didn’t bother to check. It was also then when you realized that the heel you tripped on had snapped off of your shoe. With an exasperated sigh, you took off both of your shoes and threw them across the street. Accepting how strange you looked, you gave up on trying to stand up, and just sat on the middle of the road. You wanted to cry. You were alone, your ankle was in a pain you’ve never felt before, your most expensive shoes were broken, and you were freezing.
“I don’t deserve this,” you muttered as you tried to get up again. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand touch your bare shoulder from behind you. You turned around to see the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.
“Are you alright?” the stranger asked. His face was marked with concern, but was still incredibly beautiful. You were still in pain, but you instinctively nodded yes.
“You don’t look alright. I saw you fall from back there and ran over.” He pointed behind himself with his thumb.
Your mind went blank and you couldn't say anything. You just stared at his flawless face. Unknowingly, you shivered.
The stranger took off his jacket and put it around your shoulders. It was warm from his body heat. "Here take this."
“Let me help you get up. You can’t just sit in the middle of a street.” He helped you stand up, and you leaned against him, afraid of putting weight on your left foot.
“Did you hurt your ankle?” He practically shouted. You nodded. You didn’t want to speak, afraid that your voice would give away your pain and shame.
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Do you need to call any family or friends to let them know what happened? Do you think your ankle is broken? How badly does it hurt? Where were you headed? Let me get you a ride..” He was speaking rapidly, and didn’t even give you time to answer.
“Thank you, but I don’t think my ankle is broken, so I don’t need to go to the hospital. I live by myself, so I don’t need to call anyone. I was actually heading home; it’s a block away. I think I’m okay to walk by myself. And I'm not that cold, so you can have your jacket back. Thank you.” You tried your best to answer his questions as politely as possible. "You did more than enough to help me get up. I should be okay though. Thank you so much.”
You tried to take a step towards the sidewalk without his help. However, when you put some of your weight on your left foot, you nearly fell out of his arms, but he caught you before you could fall.
Before you could say a word, the attractive stranger carried you up bridal style.
“You said home is that way?” He tilted his head towards the direction of your apartment building. You gave a small nod, too embarrassed to speak.
"Put your hands around my neck. I don't want to drop you." You did so, and felt your cheeks redden.
He didn't seem to mind your cold hands around his neck. "I can't leave a freezing, injured, beautiful girl alone in the middle of a street. That's dangerous."
Your heart skipped a beat at the word "beautiful". It seemed like so much more of a compliment from someone who looked like a celebrity.
The walk was silent; you couldn't think of anything to say. You were too embarrassed with the turn of events.
"That's my apartment." You gestured with a tilt of your head. "Thank you, but I think I can get home from here."
The handsome stranger furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "There are steps to get up to the entrance of your building. No way am I going to let you walk up. What floor do you live in? Is there an elevator?"
You sighed quietly. He was quite persistent. "I live on the fourth floor, and there is an elevator."
"Please let me take you upstairs. I want to make sure that you're safe." He was persistent, but he was sweet.
"I'm alright. You don't have to."
"No. Please let me." He furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, making his puffy lips even plumper. You sighed and grumbled okay.
He took you up the steps and bent down by the door, where a keypad was to enter the apartment's code. You caught him politely looking away as you quickly entered the code.
You two were silent as he made his way to your floor. Once the elevator arrived on the fourth floor, he asked you where your room was.
"It’s on the right, room 423."
He bent down for you to enter the code to your apartment, and you caught him looking away again. He was much more gentlemanly than you thought he would be. However, his politeness matched his princely exterior.
Without thinking, you invited him in. You were blushing, but didn't want him to leave just yet. He was already here, so why not keep him around just a bit longer?
He took off his shoes by your entrance and headed to your living room to place you on your couch. His jacket had managed to stay to your shoulders, and you took it off of yourself and placed in on your lap in an attempt to cover your bare thighs.
He bent down to inspect your hurt ankle. "It looks more swollen than your other ankle, but there aren't any bruises. Can you put your weight on it?"
You nervously placed your toes on the ground, before your entire foot, testing it. "It hurts, but not as badly as before."
"Good." He got up. "Do you have ice?"
You nodded. "In my freezer on the right. You can find sandwich bags in the drawer on the left of the island."
You watched him make your way to your kitchen. You were glad that you cleaned your home earlier today. He seemed like a man who kept things tidy.
He returned with a bag of ice and gestured for you to hold it. You did so, watching his eyes look around next to you.
"Do you mind if I use a pillow to lift your foot up on your coffee table? We need to keep it elevated."
You reached over and brought a throw pillow to him, watching him place it on your table. Without warning, he lifted your leg up and gently placed your ankle on the throw pillow. He then took the ice from you and held it on the swollen part of your ankle. You flinched at the coldness.
"Does it still hurt a lot?" His dark eyes tried to read your face for any signs of pain. Instead, your cheeks were pink from embarrassment.
"No it was just colder than I thought it would be. But of course it is - it's ice," you chuckled. "Thank you for doing all of this. I'm sure other people would've just ignored me and walked away."
"No problem. I wasn't doing anything important tonight anyway. And I can't just leave someone hurt in the middle of the street." His eyes suddenly lit up in surprise. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Seokjin, but people call me Jin."
You told him your name and he smiled. The way his the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled was extremely cute.
He repeated your name. "Your name is pretty. It suits you."
You blushed and looked down at your ankle. You wondered how he got away with saying such cheesy things. Probably from how good-looking he was.
"What were you doing out by yourself at this hour?" His dark eyes looked into yours.
"I was walking home from the Wing, you know, the club? I went with my friend and she went home with a guy, which is fine." You shrugged. "I didn't feel like dancing or drinking by myself so I decided to walk home."
"You didn't want to call a cab or anything?" he asked.
You just realized that he was sitting on the floor, in the space between your couch and coffee table. He was still holding the ice on your ankle for you. You decided to let him continue, because you figured that he would insist upon him holding the ice to your ankle for you.
"I didn't have my phone with me, and the walk isn't very far. I guess I should've been watching where I was walking better. I think my heel got caught in the cobblestones and it broke so I fell."
"I saw you fall. I was on my way home too. I live nearby."
"What were you doing out? It's chilly."
"Speak for yourself. I'm fine, but you're barely wearing anything." He raised an eyebrow at you.
You blushed and instinctively tried to cover your body by hugging your arms.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." Jin's ears turned pink. "I just meant that you weren't dressed appropriately for the weather. I wasn't checking you out or anything - not that you're not attractive! I think you're very attractive. You're really pretty, and your dress is really nice too!"
He stopped himself mid-ramble. "I'm sorry. That was out of line." He looked down.
You giggled at how embarrassed he got. He was really cute. "Thank you. I think you're attractive too." You didn't mean to say that last sentence, but it just came out.
He looked up and smiled deeply. "I'm not trying to hook up with you or anything, so don't think I'm a creep, okay?" he joked.
"I believe you. It's my fault for wearing a slutty dress," you chuckled. "And I don't think anyone would want to get with an injured chick."
"I've never thought that!" he justified. "I honestly do think your dress pretty. The velvet is a nice material for the Winter season."
"Thanks." You laughed. His awareness of fashion was amusing, but you weren't going to press on it. "What were you doing out?" you asked again.
"Oh, I was out at a bar with some of my friends. They wanted to go to the Wing, actually, but I didn't feel like it so I was on my way home."
You wondered what would've happened if you two met each other at the club instead of how you really did. Would he have danced with you? Maybe. Would he try to take you home? You couldn't imagine him trying to get into a girl's pants in the way that other guys would. He seemed too genuine and kind for that.
He spoke before you could say anything. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm sure. I think it's just a sprain. But I've never sprained anything before."
"Do you have gauze or anything like that? I almost forgot, but we need to wrap your ankle up."
"I think so, I have a first aid kit in my bathroom closet - on the highest shelf."
He got up to retrieve the first aid kit. You told him where your bathroom was. You admired how broad his shoulders were. He returned with the first aid kit and took the ice off of your ankle. He carefully bandaged up your ankle, making sure that the gauze wasn't on too tight. You felt the skin of your leg and foot heat up where his hands brushed against it.
After he was done, he looked at you. His eyes were warm and comforting. "Can I have your number?" You stared at him blankly. "To check on you tomorrow." He added quickly.
"I don't want to stay over or anything - not that I wouldn't want to. You're really pretty and hot and cute and nice! But I'm sure you don't want me to. I'm worried about how you're going to feel in the morning. I can come by tomorrow morning if you want. But only if you want! Since it's a sprain, I don't think we need to go to the hospital, but let's check up on it tomorrow. Did I tell you that you need to keep your ankle elevated? It's to reduce blood flow." Jin had a habit of rambling when he got nervous. You found it very adorable.
You giggled. "Sure. Can you get my phone for me? It's on the nightstand of my bedroom - it's the door on the right, behind you."
He blushed but got up gracefully and went to retrieve your phone. As he turned away from you, you unknowingly licked your lips at the sight of his shoulders.
He then sat next to you on the couch, and you noticed that he was still blushing. He handed your phone to you and pulled out his own.
"What's your number?" you asked. "I'll text you so you can have my number."
He told you his number, and you took note of how pink his cheeks were.
"My ankle feels better. You can head home if you want. It's getting late."
"Are you sure?" Your heart fluttered at his worry.
"It's not like you can help me take my makeup off and get ready for bed. Thank you for everything. I really appreciate it."
You reached across the couch and held his hand. You rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand soothingly. "Call me tomorrow?"
"Of course." Jin's eyes were sparkling. "Do you need any other help? I can get you painkillers if you want."
"I'm gonna be alright. Thank you though. I'd walk you to the door, but I'm not gonna." You laughed, hoping that he'd find your situation humorous too.
He cracked a smile. "Do you need any help on getting to your bedroom?"
"I'm fine, Jin. Really. Thank you for your help."
"Okay. He put his jacket back on before he headed towards the door. You watched him put his shoes on. He turned and smiled. "Goodnight. I'll call you tomorrow. Thanks for letting me come up. I hope you feel better."
"Goodnight. Thank you for everything, really." You waved goodbye from your couch and smiled at him as he shut the door behind him.
You managed to get ready for bed, only with minor struggles. As you laid in bed, you thought of Jin. You were surprised at how thoughtful and nice he was, in addition to how handsomeness. It was unfortunate that your injury was the way you met him, but you were glad you did. You looked forward to his call tomorrow morning. You smiled to yourself before falling asleep.
The first thing you did when you woke up was check your phone. It was 8:37am. He hadn't called yet, which was understandable. You weren't sure on why you woke up so early. And dismissed the idea that you woke up early to catch his call.
You tried to wiggle your toes and bend your foot. Your ankle was definitely sprained. You limped out of bed and got ready for the day. You made yourself a coffee with your breakfast. At around 10 o'clock, your phone rang. It was Jin. You stared at his name on your phone. You let it ring twice before picking up.
"Hello?" you answered.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" The pit of your stomach squirmed at the sound of Jin's voice.
"I'm feeling okay? I definitely think it's a sprain."
"Should we get you crutches? I have a friend who has a pair."
You laughed. "It's fine. I'll just hop around like I've been doing."
The tone of his voice changed. "What type of music does a bunny listen to?"
"Huh?"
"Hip-hop." He began to laugh. It sounded like someone was wiping a window.
Your jaw dropped at his lame joke. Was he even real?
"Jin?" You interrupted his laughing.
"Yes?"
Your eyes were wide. You didn't know what to make of his joke. "What was that?"
"Oh yeah." You heard him take in a breath to collect himself. "Don't be a bunny and just hop around. I'll bring you crutches."
"I'm fine. You don't have to."
"Are you busy today? Can I come over?" It was amazing how easily he slipped in a dad joke into a normal conversation and reverted back as if he didn't say anything cringe-worthy.
"I'm not busy today. And you can if you want." You couldn't help but smile at the prospect of seeing him again.
"I'll be over in thirty."
Was thirty minutes enough for you to be presentable? He saw you at your probable worst so you figured that you could only go up from here.
"'Kay. See you then. Bye."
He told you goodbye. The way he said your name sounded different. It wasn't like he was mispronouncing it, but something about him saying it sounded different. You decided that you liked it.
As promised, Jin arrived in thirty minutes. When you answered the door, your smile turned to a frown.
"You really brought crutches?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you let him inside.
"I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself more. And these are my friend's. He hurts himself all the time so he just has stuff like this handy."
"I can't take someone else's crutches, even if he's not hurt right now." You took them anyway and rested them against the wall.
"It's okay. I asked him and he said it's fine. He said that he's glad that someone else can find use for them. He told me to tell you that he hopes you get better. He's been there." Jin smiled. "Oh, I brought you some painkillers too."
"Thank you." You mumbled, "you really didn't have to."
He held your hand with one hand and held your waist with the other as you hobbled to your couch. The throw pillow was still on your coffee table, and you rested your swollen ankle on it.
Jin inspected your injury. "You took off the gauze."
"I had to shower. Showering on one foot was hard. I didn't want to slip and fall."
"You should've called me for help."
"Help showering?" You raised an eyebrow quizzically.
Jin caught himself and blushed. "No, not like that! I'm not a pervert! I didn't mean it like that, I just..."
You laughed. "It's fine, I know what you mean. It's really sweet that you're so thoughtful. You really don't have to do any of this."
He smiled as he said your name. You swallowed nervously at the way he said it. "I want to help you. I'm not pitying you or anything. I can't just leave knowing that someone was injured right in front of me."
You stared at him. His eyes looked innocent and kind. His dark hair grazed his eyebrows. His skin was fair and flawless. Your favorite feature of his was his lips. They were so puffy and pink. The shape of his was unique but cute.
"You're too nice." You shook your head.
"And you're too cute." He grinned.
"You're too smooth." You squinted your eyes at him playfully.
He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but he closed it. "Let me wrap up your ankle."
You nodded and he proceeded to wrap up your ankle with the gauze from the first aid kit you didn't bother to put away last night. Your skin tingled where he touched it, just like last night.
"Did you eat?" He asked without looking up. "Eating well will help cure anything."
You mumbled something about eating a bagel earlier.
"That's not enough. Do you want to order anything? Or do you want me to cook you something?"
"If you're hungry, we can order something. I don't want you to see my fridge." You weren't one to cook, so you didn't have many ingredients. But what you did have was a little to embarrassing to show a man who you've just met.
Jin smiled mischievously. "Why not?"
"It's empty 'cause I don't really cook. I'm too lazy." You shrugged.
"I wanna see." His eyes twinkled. He was still smiling. You liked seeing his smile, but you had a feeling that he'd stop smiling if he saw the contents of your refrigerator.
You sharply shook your head no.
"Fine. What do you want to order?" he asked politely, deciding not to press any further.
Pleased with the end of the teasing you asked, "Do you want fried chicken? I have a coupon on my fridge."
He got up to retrieve your coupon from the fridge door. Before he did, he turned around and put his hand on the door handle and grinned at you.
"Jin! My fridge is embarrassing. You're gonna judge me if you see what's inside." You couldn't help but giggle at him.
"You're laughing, so I'm gonna look inside." You didn't stop him, partly because you wanted to see his reaction.
"Two, four, six, eleven bottles of white wine? And ginger ale, some beers, tequila, guava rum, vodka, three different whiskeys, and tons of liqueur?" He turned around and raised his eyebrows at you.
You blushed. You didn't realize how much alcohol you had. You also had a wine rack for your red wines too, but you weren't gonna let him find it either. "I'm not an alcoholic! I just have a ton of alcohol right now and order out."
"You look so healthy. I wouldn't believe that you ate out and drank every day. I've been fooled." He walked back to you with your coupon.
"I don't drink every day." You crossed your arms. "Like every other day? My friends come over almost every weekend to drink. I swear that I'm not an alcoholic. I just like to try new drinks every so often."
He laughed. "I believe you."
You two decided on the type of chicken to order. He had different pros and cons to say about each type of chicken, the size, and combination of orders. It was amusing to see someone so insightful about something as simple as fried chicken.
As you waited for the delivery to arrive, you and Jin talked about basic introductory information. You noticed that he was talkative, but listened to you enough as well. He wasn't boring to talk to, and kept the conversation going naturally.
You told him about your job, and how it wasn't your ideal job but that you were planning on achieving your dream job soon. He listened to you patiently, and said that he was an actor but he was working in a restaurant in the meantime. He's only had minor roles in dramas and movies, but he's been networking to get his foot in the door. He was in the middle of talking about his job at a restaurant when the chicken came.
Before you could bring up paying for the meal. He practically leapt to the door and paid the delivery man. Your heart fluttered at his genuine smile as he strided over to the living room with the chicken. He placed the chicken on your coffee table and helped you sit on the floor. Without a word, he adjusted the throw pillow for your ankle. He sat across from you and excitedly opened the delivery. You admired his grin. Fried chicken does wonders for one's happiness, you thought.
"Here." He held up a piece of chicken to your face, indicating that you eat it.
You laughed. You tried to take the chopsticks from his hand, but the chicken started to slip out.
He shook his head and extended the piece closer to you. "Just eat it. This piece looks really delicious."
"Isn't it silly for you to feed me?" You blushed.
"You're injured," he replied matter-of-factly. "Say ah."
"Jin! My hands aren't injured. I don't eat with my ankle. I can feed myself." You let out a laugh.
"But..." He pouted and tilted his chin down. He looked up at you with sad eyes. "I wanted you to eat the good piece before it gets cold," he said quietly.
You quickly took the chicken from his chopsticks with your mouth. You weren't quite sure on why he made such a big deal of something as minuscule as delivery fried chicken.
"You're cute when you eat." Jin said before he shoved a large piece in his mouth. He drank his soda to help wash down the food.
You looked down and silently ate another bite, ignoring his compliment. It was strange that you allowed a stranger into your home and let him pay for a meal in your own home. You didn't know what he was in your life? A friend? A stranger? A crush? You continued to eat quietly and avoided eye contact with him.
After what seemed like only five minutes, Jin broke the silence. "Is something wrong? Are you okay? Should I get you water? Is your ankle hurting? Tell me if you need anything."
You looked up slowly. His eyes were wide with concern. You smiled. "I'm fine. I guess I'm not feeling chatty today."
He apologized. "I won't talk to you then."
You shook your head and told him that you enjoyed him talking, and wanted to listen to him. He nodded enthusiastically when you told him that, and began talking about how tasty he thought the chicken was. You found out that he worked as a waiter at an upscale restaurant that you pass by on your way home from work. He admitted that it wasn't the coolest-sounding job for someone his age, but he sincerely enjoyed working there and loved being surrounded by tasty food. You admired his confidence in himself.
You and Jin continued talking after the meal. He told you about his acting roles, and you surprised him when you told him that you've seen the shows that he was in, despite you not remembering that he was even in them. You told him about your hobby of being a wine connoisseur among your friends.
Eventually, the conversation turned to your current relationship statuses. You told him that if you had a boyfriend, you wouldn't have had him come over today. He replied that if he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't be over at another woman's home. You and Jin cleared that up, and found out that you two were single and weren't talking to anyone either. His last relationship was several years ago, and yours was in college, which was years ago.
For once, the conversation ended. Neither of you could think of anything to say. It wasn't an awkward silence by any means, but it was just silent, as if you didn't have anything left to talk about.
Jin cleared the silence. "Once your ankle feels better, I'd love to take you out on a real date." He smiled a small, sweet smile.
Your eyes grew wide. He was more forward than you were used to. But you couldn't deny how attracted you were to him. He was thoughtful, kind, fun, cute, and handsome. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until you exhaled to reply.
You nodded. "I'd like that." You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.
Jin leaned over and gave you a small kiss on your cheek. He muttered a "you're so cute" before he leaned back.
Your heart fluttered at how close he was. You could still feel the tingle on your cheek where his soft lips pressed on it. You knew that you were blushing and you looked away.
"I'm starting to like you too much," you mumbled as you looked down. Thankfully, he didn't hear you.
“Is something wrong?” He sounded concerned.
You turned to him and shook your head with a smile. “Nothing. It’s just, your lips are as soft as I thought.”
It was his turn to blush and you took this time to place your hand over his. “So how long do you think it’ll take for my ankle to feel better? I’d love to go on that date.”
HO NOTE: I love a classic damsel in distress trope and all, but I love a shy boy just as much too.
In which your boyfriend keeps his tradition of giving you unique holiday presents.
You sighed as you folded your laundry. It's been nine months since you and your boyfriend moved in together, and you designated yourself as the person who did the laundry. Taehyung had habits of flipping his clothes inside out when he took them off and not separating the light clothes from the dark clothes. You didn't know that you would be annoyed at his habits enough to be the sole person to do the laundry. In exchange, he was in charge of cleaning the cat's litter box.
You smiled fondly as you folded a pair of Taehyung's boxer briefs. His butt always looked so cute in them. You set them aside to fold another article of clothing.
You absentmindedly grabbed one of your own panties but blushed when you realized what it was. It was tomato red with metallic gold letters spelling "NAUGHTY" across the butt. You quickly folded it and placed it on your pile of folded clothes. You hadn't bought this ridiculous choice of underwear yourself. Taehyung thought it was funny and got it for you. What he was doing in a Victoria's Secret without you was a question you didn't want to know the answer to. You were rather conservative in your underwear color choices, generally opting for nude or black underwear. To Taehyung's pleasure, you were at least bold in your panty styles, such as the occasional racy thong.
It hadn't taken him very long to discover that your underwear colors were rather plain. For some reason, it had bothered him. He'd told you that you were too special to have such boring colors, and insisted that you wear something "more fun" sometimes. You had wondered at the time if he was turned off by your style of clothes as well, since you tended to dress in neutral colors and simple styles. You'd laughed it off to him, and told him that you'd wear anything he bought you, since you couldn't be bothered with shopping exclusively for "fun" panties. If only you'd know that he would take what you had said very seriously.
It was less than two weeks away from Valentine's Day, and you hadn't received your holiday underwear from Taehyung yet. You knew that the gift should be on its way, since he never forgot it. Ever since you two got together, he would get you an embarrassing panty relating to whatever upcoming major holiday. If he couldn't find one, he'd get you a panty of that holiday's color. His gift choices were indicators to you that you should start wearing more lace, since he seemed to pick those often. It would be your second-year anniversary this March; and thus you've accumulated many of his unique presents.
You finished the laundry and checked the time. It was about time that he came home. He should've finished work an hour ago, and traffic couldn't be that terrible today. You were bored, and missed him. He's been your boyfriend for almost two years, but yet you two still seemed to be in the honeymoon phase. Despite seeing each other every day, you two still couldn't get wait until the next time you could hold each other. You decided to call him.
"Hey babe, what's up?"
"When are you going to come home? I thought we were gonna make pizzas together."
"Oh shoot. Sorry. Valentine's Day is coming up soon, so I was getting you a little gift," singsonged 'little gift.' "I think you're gonna like this one. I spent like, thirty minutes deciding which one to get."
"Do you want me to wear it on Valentine's Day?" You smirked, "Most women wear lingerie for their boyfriends on Valentine's, but you want me to wear some silly panty that has some sexual innuendo across the butt?"
"What do you mean? You've never worn sexy lingerie on Valentine's before!" his voice was slightly whiny, but you knew that he was just being playful.
"We've only had one Valentine's together, Taehyung."
"Yeah, and you didn't wear sexy lingerie then."
"Why don't you get me the sexy lingerie? Lingerie is extremely expensive for something that's going to get taken off anyway." You rolled your eyes.
He let out a low whistle. "Sexy, sexy. Fine, I'll get you lingerie for Valentine's, since you're so horny." You blushed.
"I'm not. So you don't have to get me anymore underwear, please and thank you."
"I love you too, baby. See you soon. Bye-bye." He hung up before you could even say bye.
What were you going to do with this man? You chuckled and prepared dinner. Before you knew it, you heard Taehyung's key jiggle through the lock before he opened the door.
"Welcome home, Taehyung." You greeted him with a hug and a peck on his mouth.
"Hmmm. Hey, babe," he hummed as you hugged him. "What are you making? I'm starving."
"Pasta, but with spaghetti squash instead of pasta noodles. I have to think of creative ways for you to eat vegetables."
"Aw, thanks for thinking of me," he chuckled. He held up a small pink shopping bag to you. "Oh, I got a little gift for you. You can open it now!"
"I have a feeling that I know what it is..." you mumbled as you took the gift from him and set it on the kitchen counter.
"Open it!" He made his way to the opposite side of the counter. "I want to see you to see it!" He sounded too excited for you to ignore the gift.
"Okay. Thank you for the underwear." You sounded sweet and genuine, not sarcastic at all. You carefully pushed around the pink tissue paper in the bag to find the small item. You fingers felt cloth and you pulled it out of its wrapping slowly while looking at Taehyung. He looked excited - his eyes were wide, watching your hands, and his lips were slightly parted. You looked down at the gift.
"Thank you. I don't have a lot of underwear like this. I'll add it to my collection." You held up the panty with both hands. It was made of a see-through mesh material in a light pink color. There weren't any words on it, like he usually sought out, but it had small red hearts all over it.
"Isn't it cute?" He smiled his boxy smile. "And it's see-through, so I'll see your cute butt!"
"You're such a bad boy!" you teased.
"You mean, I keep our love life interesting." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Call me Cupid."
"You're such a dork." You stuck your tongue out at him.
"I love you too." He grinned at you.
"I guess I love you." You rolled your eyes sarcastically but leaned across the counter to kiss him.
"I love you. Happy early Valentine's Day." He said quietly before you kissed him. He cupped your cheek in his warm hand and you leaned into it.
“Wait until Valentine’s Day for the real gift.” His eyes were dark and seductive. He raised his eyebrows once suggestively.
HO NOTE: I wanted to write this for a different member but I felt like Taehyung would do something like this the most out of BTS. Like, can you see Jin or Jimin give holiday-themed underwear to his girlfriend?
In which you become involved with a hot bartender.
pt.1 | pt.2
HO NOTE: The first part of this is an edited re-upload.
It wasn’t like you to come to a bar by yourself, but after a long day of work, you decided to stop by for a quick drink. Your coworker was hitting on you’ll day, and had asked you out again. You declined, but on your way home, you spontaneously decided to get a drink by yourself at a bar you’ve never been to. It was a hole-in-the-wall type of establishment, but you’d heard that their drinks and live music were noteworthy.
You parked your car and looked at yourself from the car’s small mirrors. You were still in business clothes, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t have the time to care about people judging your appearance.
You took your hair out of its neat ponytail and sighed. My life’s been really boring lately. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but it was right. You didn’t mind your desk job. Work was mundane, but you were only a few years out of college and got into a company that you could move up in the hierarchy. Your job paid well, but you were too absorbed with your job to go out with your friends anymore.
You shrugged off your self-realizations before they became to bleak, and headed to the bar. You were greeted by soft piano music and relaxed decor. It wasn’t too grungy and hipster, like the bars you went to when you were younger, but it wasn’t too posh and pretentious either. You liked the aesthetic and vibe of this bar already. You headed towards the bar and sat down. There were a couple of people already sitting at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Otherwise, the bar was pretty much empty. The bartender’s back was faced towards you as he was preparing his customers’ drinks.
You skimmed over the bar’s specialty drinks, but decided to settle for a classic whiskey sour. The bartender turned around with his drinks and handed them to his customers. You only got to see the profile of his face. From seeing just half of his face in the dimly lit room, you knew that he was exceptionally attractive. He had a masculine nose and a firm jawline.
You cleared your throat and got the bartender’s attention.
He turned to greet you with a closed-mouth smile. “What can I get for you?” He was handsome, in a mischievous yet mature way. You didn’t know how to describe his looks. His dark eyes were piercing, and you were impressed by the long eyelashes framing them. His skin looked flawless, but he had a cute freckle on the tip of his nose. His striking looks momentarily made you forget what you were going to order.
“Uh, a whiskey sour, please.” You snapped back to reality. “Don’t skimp out on the whiskey. I’ve had a rough day.”
“Coming right up.” You watched him prepare your drink. His hands were large, and wrapped around the whiskey bottle easily. His fingers were long and a few were adorned with rings. You took note of his bare left ring finger.
“Do you want to start a tab?” He asked. You appreciated the soothing depth of his voice. It was a nice change, after listening to the whiny voice of your coworkers.
“No thank you.” You took a sip of your drink. It was refreshing after a tedious day’s work.
“My name is Taehyung.” The bartender leaned in just a bit closer to you. It was close enough for you to notice. “I remember all of the people who step past these doors. I’ve never seen you before.”
You introduced yourself and took a large gulp of your drink. “I heard that the drinks and music here were nice, and thought to check it out and my way home.”
He licked his bottom lip. What a sexy gesture.
“So how are they? The drink and the music?”
“Delicious. And I like the music. It’s relaxing.”
Taehyung smiled for a second, but reverted to his professional demeanor. His smile was wide and youthful. You thought it was absolutely adorable. How could a man be go from handsome to sexy to cute in a matter of seconds?
“So what do you do?” he asked casually. “You said you had a rough day.” He eyed your business garb.
“I just have a boring desk job. Work wasn’t too bad, but one of my coworkers kept flirting with me so I took longer to finish than usual.” He frowned.
“Well, of course he would’ve flirted with you. You’re stunning.”
You instinctively blushed. “You’re flirting with me too?”
“I’m simply stating facts. I’m not going to tell lies in order for you to tip me better.”
You looked down at your drink to hide your giggle.
He was a lot friendlier than you thought he’d be. The two of you chatted a bit as you slowly finished your drink. The bar was quite empty, since it was only a Tuesday evening.
“So you’re single, huh?” Taehyung didn’t bother beating around the bush, and you liked that about him.
You nodded. You weren’t embarrassed or particularly proud of your single life. It was what it was.
“Me neither. It’s not easy to find people willing to date you when you’re a complete night owl.” You nodded in empathy.
You checked your watch and saw that it was a lot later than you thought. You only had one drink, but you and Taehyung had spoken for quite some time.
“Tell you what.” You pulled out a scrap of paper from your purse and scribbled your name and number. “If you ever feel like going on a date, call me.” You slid the paper across the bar to him.
He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in the shape of a small ‘o’. “Pretty forward, aren’t ya?” He winked. You rolled your eyes.
“It’s the 21st century. Chivalry is dead.” You shrugged. “You’re hot and I want to see you again.”
“21st century girls these days…” He folded the paper and placed it in his pocket. “Make sure you’re free this weekend, Y/N.”
~~~
It was already Saturday evening and Taehyung still hadn’t called about plans for the weekend. You couldn’t help but think of him all week. By Thursday, you wanted to go to the bar to find him, but you thought better of it. You had to preserve your dignity by concealing your desperation to see him again.
Shouldn't someone call at least a day in advance to let you know about a date?You checked the time. It was about 9:30pm. By now, you figured that he wasn’t going to ask you out. If he wanted to grab drinks with me tonight, he would've invited me by now.
You shuddered at the last thing you told him,"Chivalry is dead" and wanted to smack yourself for saying such a lame line. You poured yourself a glass of wine to calm yourself.
It’s a Saturday night, I’m young and single, I live in a glamorous city, I have money, and I’m staying home? You shook your head and texted your friend Amber from college to see if she’d like to hang out. You haven’t seen her in a while, but your loneliness and boredom was getting to you. Screw dignity, you admitted to yourself, confirming your need to see Taehyung again.
Amber replied quickly that she was able to make it, and that she could give you a ride. You smiled and got ready. It’d be nice to catch up with her over a few drinks, you thought with a snarky smile, I’ll introduce her to a bar with great whiskey sours.
You decided to wear a black, skintight dress that cut off above your knees, tall heeled boots, and an oversized denim jacket. You decorated your eyes with dark makeup, intensifying your eyes.
Your friend was so excited to see you, that she insisted on coming up to your apartment and catching up before heading to the bar. At first, you felt bad for using her as an excuse to provoke Taehyung. However, now that you were catching up with her, you were enjoying her company and some red wine. You didn’t realize how much you missed her, and picked up on your friendship easily. The conversation quickly turned to their love lives.
Your friend asked abruptly, “so, do you have a boyfriend yet? Seeing anyone? Engaged? Secretly married? Fuck bud-”
“No!” You shook your head rapidly. “But I’m interested in someone. And I thought he was interested in me too.” You told her about Taehyung, and how he didn’t call you back yet. “I would call him to make plans, since he doesn’t seem to mind forward women, but I didn’t get his number!” To calm yourself, you poured yourself another glass of wine.
“Did you call me to hang out, or to use me as an excuse to go out and see him?”
“Both.” You answered honestly. You knew that your friend could take it.
“That explains why you look hoe-ier than usual.” You punched her arm. “Good.”
“He first saw me in my work clothes. I’m trying to seduce him.”
“Then what are we waiting for,” she stated, rather than asking.
When you arrived at the bar, you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to get in. It was packed and its music could be heard from outside. Amber wanted to find parking and dropped you off first; normally, you would've stayed with her, but you were too impatient to wait for her right now. You absolutely knew that Taehyung was inside, so you told her to meet up with you inside.
You made your way through the bar. There were many attractive people, boisterously having a good time. You ignored them and headed towards the bar.
His back was turned, like the first time you saw him. When he turned around to give his customers their drinks, he saw you staring at him. His jaw dropped in surprise, but he quickly recovered himself and tended to his customers. You got closer to the bar and leaned over it, ensuring that he’d see your cleavage.
“Y/N, were you too impatient to wait for me to call?” he smirked. You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you. “What can I get for you?”
You frowned. “Two tequila shots.” You left out the ‘please’.
He brought over the beers and expertly poured you two shots. "Care to take the shot with me? I bought it for you." Taehyung sighed and reached for one of the glasses. You clinked glasses and took the shot, not noticing the burn of the alcohol.
"Two more tequila shots, and two of your darkest beers." Taehyung brought out the drinks quickly. As if on cue, Amber came and reached for a glass, clinked it against yours. You took the shot with her and handed her the beer.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, but you ignored him. You were being rude on purpose and didn't introduce him to your friend, but it didn't matter. Amber asked you to dance, and you followed her to the dance floor, hoping that Taehyung could see you.
You swayed your hips seductively to the song and flipped your hair at Amber. She had short hair and dressed so androgynously that many had a difficult time distinguishing her gender, which she didn't mind. From Taehyung’s viewpoint, it appeared that you were flirting and having fun with a well-dressed, attractive man.
As you continued to dance, and you felt the effects of your alcohol. You forgot about your handsome crush, and focused on having a good time with your friend. You jokingly practiced some sexy dance moves with her, forgetting that the bartender had a clear view of you.
The songs started to get slower, and people began to grind on each other. You and Amber took this as a cue to get more drinks. As you approached the bar, Taehyung was switching shifts with someone else. He gave you a scowl as he headed outside.
Without thinking, you followed after him. You found him smoking a cigarette in the small alley next to the bar.
“Taehyung?” you didn’t know what to say to him. You were drunk, and didn’t have a plan. You stood in front of him. The alley was so small, that he was only two feet away from you.
“What do you want?” his voice was low and dark.
“Uh- I- I don’t know…” you looked at your shoes. You knew that the combination of alcohol and Taehyung broke down your regularly cool exterior.
“Can’t you see that I’m on my break? Why don’t you go back to your boyfriend?” He spat the word ‘boyfriend’ as if it was venom.
“Taehyung, she’s not my boyfriend. She's a woman, and my friend from college. You know that I don’t have a boyfriend.” Your heart was pounding. Why is he so upset with me? you drunkenly asked yourself.
“Hmmmm... You play for the other team too? That’s cool too. I saw how you were flirting and dancing with her.” He turned his head away from you and took another drag of his cigarette. “Are you trying to make me jealous? You couldn’t wait for me to call you that much?”
You frowned. “We're not gay,” you mumbled. You didn’t think that you’d see Taehyung like this.
“What?”
“I’m being petty,” you said softly at the ground.
He snubbed out his cigarette on the ground. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t want to look up. He placed a hand on the wall next to your head and raised your chin with his other hand. His piercing gaze were enough to sober you up.
“Listen, Y/N. I like you. And you like me too.” You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something stupid. “I’m sorry for not calling sooner.”
You didn’t expect an apology. You looked up at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes were staring at your lips and he licked his own. He took his hand from your chin to the wall on the other side of your head.
The alcohol in your system encouraged yourself to be truthful. “You’re right. I do like you. In fact, I’ve been thinking about you all week, hoping that you’d call or text me. So I did what I did. I decided to catch up with Amber tonight, here of all places.”
“You’re honest when you’re drunk too,” he smirked, “but you’re not as bold.”
He leaned in, and you delicately closed your eyes and raised your chin slightly for him to kiss you.
However, he stopped before his lips touched yours. You could smell the tobacco on his breath, the alcohol he was always surrounded by, and his spicy cologne. You opened your eyes slowly. His face was so close to yours.
“I’m sorry for not calling you. How about I make it up to you?” You blinked in response. “What about dinner tomorrow night?” You nodded. His scent was enough to make your knees weak.
His cheek lightly brushed against yours as he whispered darkly in your ear, “I’d love it if you wore something like what you’re wearing now.” You had to lean yourself against the wall to prevent yourself from falling.
Taehyung moved away quickly and checked his watch. “I’m afraid that my break is over. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty.”
He stepped out of the alleyway onto the sidewalk. You followed and raised an eyebrow at him.
He innocently smiled his cute smile and walked back to you. “This time, I’ll be sure to call you.” He leaned in gave you a peck on your cheek.
You froze, watching him enter the bar without turning back.
Did that just happen?
~~~
You woke up late this morning and stayed in bed and thought about last night’s events, and felt giddy when you remembered that you had a date with Taehyung tonight. The excitement was instantly replaced with shame. You cringed at your acts of desperation. In an attempt to expel the negative thoughts, you tried to focus on him and your date. Although you looked forward to your date, you didn’t know how to face him after your shameful acts.
Everything about him is so sexy. I bet he'd be great in bed. Wait, do I want to sleep with him? Tonight? Does he expect sex on the first date? You frowned. Do I seem that easy?
You proceeded to have more doubts about yourself. You blamed your uncharacteristic nervousness to the fact that you haven’t gone out in a long time, and that you’ve never been more attracted to someone before him.
To rid yourself of such thoughts, you texted Amber that you were fine and that you planned on meeting Taehyung tonight. She messaged back to have fun, but not too much fun. Classic Amber.
In the late afternoon, you got a text from him.
‘This is Taehyung. How are you feeling? Did you get home okay?’
You rolled your eyes. Shouldn’t he have checked up on you earlier today? And shouldn’t he have made sure that she was fine last night before he ditched her in the alley? You ignored his text, but spontaneously remembered that he probably just woke up. You replied, but only after at least thirty minutes.
‘Yes. Did you just wake up?’
He replied yes quickly, and the two of you texted back and forth for quite some time. Taehyung was witty, but wasn’t offensive.Thankfully, didn’t seem to mind your sassy flirts.
You were texting him as you were looking through your closet to decide on what to wear for your date when you realized that you didn’t know what the dress code was. You shivered when you remember what he told you, “I’d love it if you wore something like what you’re wearing now.”
“Well, I was wearing my hoe costume last night ,” you muttered as you saw the wrinkled mess on the floor that was your hoe costume.
You casually texted him your concerns on the dress code, and he replied accordingly. You appreciated his understanding of tastefulness. Most men your age wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference between most things.
Actually, how old is he? you wondered. You didn’t know that much about him. When you first met, he wanted to hear more about your life, and what was said about his life was vague. You shrugged and made a mental note to ask more about him tonight. You proceeded to get ready for your date. Your phone rang; it was him.
“I think I found the right place. I’m downstairs in the black car.”
You peeked out of your window and saw the top of a shiny black car pull up in front of your apartment building.
“Coming right down.”
You performed deep breathing exercises on your elevator ride downstairs. You were annoyed with yourself for being so anxious about your date. You pushed the heavy glass doors of your building and were greeted by Taehyung’s warm smile peeking through his car’s open window. You were surprised by his car. It was a sporty luxury car, and looked very new.
Isn’t he just a bartender? How can he afford such a nice car?
You smiled at him, hoping that he’d think your natural blush was cute. You let yourself into the passenger’s seat and leaned over to peck his cheek. His youthful smile turned to cheeky grin.
“Hello, Taehyung.” Your cool front was up, and you felt more confident, like the first time you met him. He greeted you back just as stoically.
“I would’ve got out and opened the door for you, but you told me that chivalry is dead,” he said as he began to drive towards the restaraunt.
You agreed with him and briefly looked around the car. Soft piano music was playing from the car’s quality sound system. It even had the new-car smell. You’ve never been in a car this nice.
Your eyes wandered to the steering wheel and lingered on Taehyung’s hands. He was still wearing the same rings: one on his left pinky finger, one on his right index finger, and one on his right ring finger. His fingers were long, but his hands were masculine. You were now aware of your own hands. Much smaller than his, unpainted nails, and without jewelry of your own.
“Looking at my rings?” he looked over at you. “I don't wear them for aesthetic reasons, but for significant, sentimental reasons. I don’t think I’m that stylish to find jewelry on my own.”
You quickly looked up through the windshield and didn’t answer.
“You’re awfully quiet today. Are you okay?”
You replied yes. You felt your heart flutter at his concern. You were silent because you were containing your excitement on seeing him.
He didn't ask you anything else, so the drive to the restaurant was quiet and awkward.
However, he ordered you a tasty red wine at the restaurant, and you started to warm up. You returned his flirtatious banter. You two talked about all sorts of things, and you realized that he's much chattier than you thought he was. You asked him about being a bartender.
"I tried doing a desk job like you once. Just wasn’t for me. It’s not as freeing. I worked in one of those generic cubicles and didn’t have to talk to people all day. It was weird,” he chuckled. “I’d rather mix work and play.”
You nodded and sipped on your wine. As expected from a bartender; he had great taste.
"So when I quit my office job, I bartended for an older friend of mine. I didn't take bartending classes or anything, but with my drinking history, I knew a thing or two about alcohol. The job paid well, and I loved meeting new people every night."
"Eventually, I was able to open up a bar of my own, and invest in their small businesses. I like to work and have fun, so they tend to be geared towards nightlife."
He didn't sound like he was bragging, nor did he sound extremely humble. He was proud of how far he was able to come in a short amount of time. You didn't want to feed his ego too much, and changed the topic. You noticed that he was left-handed, and wore a ring on his pinky finger.
"You said that your rings were symbolic? What do they mean?"
"This one," he raised his finger as if he wanted a pinky promise, "was something my friends and I got in college. It sounds like I was a part of some fraternity, but we weren't. We’re like brothers though. I've known some of them from before college too. We originally wanted to get matching tattoos, but thought that was too cliché."
You laughed. "Matching tattoos sound lame at that age. But then again, I shouldn't be talking. I've had my fair share of regretful decisions in college."
"Like what?"
"Uh, I got my tongue pierced without knowing that it had erotic meanings." You cringed. "I thought it looked cool. I took it out after a year."
"Stick out your tongue." You followed his request without thinking. "You would look pretty hot with a tongue piercing. I approve the idea."
You hid your tongue from him and pouted.
He chuckled, "I won't tease you about it anymore. Past selves can be pretty disturbing."
Thankfully, he changed the subject. He gestured to his right ring finger. "This one was from my younger sister. She got jealous that my friends and I had matching rings, so she us matching rings too. She also told me not to marry anyone that she didn't approve of. That's why she told me to wear this on my ring finger. It was also a gift for opening up my bar." His eyes twinkled fondly. "She's twelve years younger than me, and saved up allowance money to buy us matching rings. I felt bad, so I gave our mom money to give to her for Christmas that year."
"She sounds adorable," you breathed. He was genuine and excited to talk about his close ones, which you liked.
He wiggled his right index finger. "This was my dad's. My mom gave it to me after he passed away."
You gasped and instinctively reached across the table to hold his hand. He didn't pull away.
"I'm so sorry, Taehyung. You don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry."
He smiled a closed-mouth smile. "It's alright. He passed away when I was in high school. This was the first ring I got. It probably got me started on the collection."
You didn't realize that your hand was on his until he laced his fingers between yours. You blushed, but you didn't retract your hand. You two silently held hands and looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity. You couldn't read his face, and you knew that you looked flustered.
He leaned forward, bit his lower lip and licked it. "Do you wanna go somewhere and grab a drink with me?" His voice was soft and enticing.
You quickly glanced at his wrist, and saw that it was getting late. However, you agreed anyway. You'd probably agree to anything he wanted you to do.
"One drink couldn't hurt."
HO NOTE: I’m so sorry that the gif is so bad, but I really wanted to use a gif from 21st Century Girls, since the song and live performance is bomb. I made my own for the first time, and it was haphazardly done.
Do you have any tips for opening a BTS writing blog??? Please I need helpppp 😩😩😩😩
Every time I think I have figured out how this Tumblr writing blog thing works, something happens to remind me that I have no idea how people find me or why some fics get love and others get ignored. There’s an element to all of this that is a mystery to me.
But, I’ll share what I can:
1. Write stories that you would want to read. That goes for both plot and writing style. If you try to write for what you think other people want, you’ll end up limiting yourself creatively and end up with a product that doesn’t really reflect who you are. If it’s something you would want to read, then there will be other people who want to read it too.
2. Tag your stories appropriately. I think only the first 5 tags are searchable, so those are the most important. Think about what you would type into the search if you were looking for a story like yours and tag it like that. Warning: the BTS smut tag is horribly abused by people not writing smut who think it’s cute or want to be seen.
3. Follow others and reblog things (gifs are especially popular.) When you start a new blog, you won’t show up right away – even if you specifically search for yourself. You have to be active first, so make sure you are following other blogs and posting frequently enough to cause you to show up more frequently in searches.
4. Ask for help getting your name out there. Fic rec blogs and some other more popular blogs are sometimes willing to help out a new blogger by posting a link. Personally, I find this the hardest thing to do, but being reblogged or linked by a more established blog makes a world of difference. Understand that some may not think your content suits their readers, but other’s will. It’s worth a shot to ask.
5. Make your blog easy to use. Put up a mobile friendly master list and make sure to keep it up to date (you can find guides on how to do this on tumblr). Use a background and a theme that makes your stories easy to read. Make it really clear in the header what your blog is about. Make sure your stories are clearly marked for genre, member, anything else that people may want to know before reading.
6. Be patient. There may be no one reading for a while. Then you’ll get a few notes and it’s thrilling. You’ll get a few followers and then a few more. It takes time for everything to build up. As you get notes, comments, and reblogs, it raises your profile and makes it easier for new people to find you (that’s part of the reason so many writers are hungry for notes – the fewer notes you have, the harder it is to be found).
7. Be grateful. This part is easy. The reader / writer relationship is symbiotic. Let them know how much you appreciate their part in making your blog work. Without them, our stories would just sit in a void. Not all of your readers are going to like all of your works, which is fine. Taste is a personal thing. So even though you will be very grateful for their participation in your blog, don’t forget rule #1 – you are first and foremost writing the stories you want to read.
Read a lot of other blogs and interact with them as well! Leaving comments or starting your own fic rec page not only helps you develop relationships with fellow writers whom you can always turn to, but it will also make things a lot more fun for you (and hey we writers gotta have each other’s backs and support each other!!) When you’re exposed to more of the content that you want to write, you’ll be able to more easily get ideas and be motivated and even just create your own style and voice through inspiration.
If you find writers you admire and whose work you appreciate, reach out to them and let them know! Or recommend them to others! It works kind of like karma, and you’ll start to develop relationships with people you can bounce ideas off of if you need to.
Also the point about inspiration. Typically I avoid reading other people’s works while I’m writing because I’m always afraid that I’ll accidentally start imitating them. But earlier today I was reading @bangtaninink ‘s Jungkook pornstar au’s and I got an idea for my own pornstar au that I’m super excited to write. It won’t be like hers, but I never would have gotten the inspiration if I hadn’t been reading her work (you all should check her out). I’m also in the middle of writing something else where the idea was triggered from reading @btssmutgalore ‘s Business series (also, you should all read that one too!) I’ve been going through a bout of writer’s block and I’m just so grateful to have inspiration for any kind of writing again! And it largely came from reading other people’s stuff.
I’ve had other writers reach out to me and tell me that something in one of my works inspired either a story or an element of a story that they later wrote. As a writing community, we can have a great influence on each other.
I just want to applaud you so hard for this whole post. This part in particular is really important: “even though you will be very grateful for their participation in your blog, don’t forget rule #1 – you are first and foremost writing the stories you want to read.”
Also something else to keep in mind is that while notes are important for gaining traction don’t think that if you write a story that gets less than 100 notes that the whole thing is terrible. There are some fantastic writers and stories who struggle to get noticed and then there are really awful ones that get 1k+ notes. In my own stories the ones that have the most notes are not necessarily the ones I am most proud of. A high number of notes is more indicative of a lucky writer rather than a great one.
The point about the number of notes not being an indication of whether or not something is good cannot be overstated. It’s easy to see this when you look at other people’s writing, but this rule will hold true for your own writing as well. This can really mess with your head if you let it. Sometimes you’ll write a piece that you feel really proud of and it will not get much response. Other times you’ll put something out that was a little sloppy and you’ll get a huge response. Don’t ever think that just because you don’t have a ton of notes that you are a bad writer, just like no one who gets a huge number of notes should assume that they are a great writer.
In which your boyfriend hears you spittin’ some mad fire and is impressed.
You came home from working out at the gym. You didn’t bother changing out of your sports bra and workout shorts and headed straight to your kitchen. You chugged a bottle of water, and fixed yourself a small snack.
You were wearing your expensive, noise-canceling headphones your boyfriend got you for your birthday. You changed the song on your phone to “BTS Cypher pt. 4″ and quietly ate your banana. You finished your snack by the end of Hoseok’s verse.
You cleared your throat and rapped along to your boyfriend’s part, not caring if you were being loud, since you were home by yourself. You deepened your voice and tried to imitate a raspy rapper’s voice. You haven’t practiced it in a while, but you still managed to get all the intricate words, and enjoyed imitating his tone in his verses.
After you finished, you switched the song to BTS’s “Satoori Rap,” and rapped along enthusiastically, trying your best to parrot Hoseok and Yoongi’s regional dialects. You even memorized their funny dialogue in this song, and you followed along out loud.
Unfortunately for you, you didn’t know that your boyfriend was in your bedroom, chuckling as he was listening to you rapping along to his group’s music. He had gotten in with the spare key you gave him, and was interrupted by you in his attempt to fall asleep. He was glad he didn’t fall asleep, because he got to overhear you rapping for the first time.
I can’t believe that she’s copying my dialect. She’s so cute and funny. He smiled his gummy smile to himself, excited to tease you about this later. He wanted to go outside and see you rap, but decided against it and patiently listened.
Your song’s shuffle changed to your boyfriend’s title track in his mixtape, and you nodded along to the beat eagerly and joined in his rap as you cleaned up after yourself and headed towards your living room. You sorted through your mail mindlessly as you primarily focused on rapping Yoongi, aka Agust D’s lines accurately.
You didn’t sing along to the hooks and choruses of the songs, using them as breathing and water breaks. You were a fan of BTS’s music before you dated Yoongi, and knew some of their older tracks by heart. You thought you were being a supportive girlfriend by being such a hardcore fan now, but you genuinely thought their music had improved recently. Their music inspired you to try singing and rapping too, something you were incredibly shy about. You didn’t often sing with people around, but you had a habit of singing to yourself when you were alone.
Inspired by “Agust D,” you followed it up with “Give it to Me.” Once again, you imitated his rap perfectly, even breathing in when you knew he did. You’ve seen him practice this track numerous times, and you were particularly fond of this one for sounding so cool.
Yoongi wanted to open the door and attack you with a hug when he heard you rap his mixtape’s songs. His mixtape was something so important to him. He knew you enjoyed it, but had never fathomed that you’d take the time to memorize its tracks’ lyrics.
How is she this good at rapping? Who taught her? Does she know all of our songs’ raps? You’ve heard her sing in the shower almost every time she showered by herself, but those songs were almost always slower songs, such as ballads. Maybe she reserves ballads for showers?
He shook his head in disbelief. Prior to dating, you two bonded over music. You, like him, appreciated all genres of music and even listened to them critically like he did. He liked the contrast between your cutesy image and your love for hip-hop. When he first met you, he teased you about liking “generic bubblegum pop,” but quickly learned that you were a fan of all types of music, even underground rap and foreign songs as well.
He respected your taste and knowledge of music. Nowadays, when he had writer’s block, he’d secretly ask for your opinions. You had helped him greatly for the past few months, and your insightful comments were always valued.
You continued your rapping loudly. Yoongi’s mixtape always got you excited. You nearly squealed with glee when the shuffle changed to “BTS Cypher pt. 2: Triptych.” His rap was so fast in this song, and took you a lot longer to learn it than the other songs.
Damn, my shuffle knows what is up today! you thought as you tidied up around your living room. You took the time to catch your breath before you went in to attempt your talented boyfriend’s rapid verse.
Holy crap. She can rap this too? Yoongi wanted to burst out of your bedroom, but stayed on your bed, chuckling. She needs to teach Taehyung how to rap!
He heard your voice growing louder, and knew that you were going to enter your room. He didn’t bother hiding, wanting to surprise you. You entered your room to change out of your workout clothes.
Your boyfriend let out a low whistle upon seeing your revealing outfit. “Hey, Y/N.”
You jumped and took your headphones off and tried to cover your exposed stomach with them. “How long have you been here?” your question sounded more like a demand. You were surprised that your boyfriend was so casually laying on the bed.
“I’ve been here this entire time, listening to your adorable rapping.” He smirked. “I even heard you copy my dialect in “Satoori Rap.” I’ve never heard you imitate dialects. It was really cute! Do it again some time!” He began to laugh.
Your cheeks were bright red, and you wanted to scream. This is too embarrassing.
“Why were you hiding in my room this whole time?” you asked calmly, ignoring that he heard you mimicking his raps.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He stood up and walked over to you. “The whole time.” He placed his hands on your hips. His thumbs lightly rubbing your bare hipbones. You stiffened.
“I’m impressed. You’re really good at rapping. Why didn’t you tell me that you were so good?” He looked down into your annoyed eyes. “I’m not joking. You’re really good.” He kissed your forehead.
“I’m so embarrassed. I just ruined all of your songs,” you mumbled with a pout. “I’m sorry that you heard that.”
He picked you up and sat back on your bed, so that you were straddling him. You wrapped your hands around his neck to keep yourself from falling.
“No, no. You’re so good that I want you to come over and teach Taehyung. You sounded really cool!” His eyes were shining excitedly, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Let’s go out to karaoke with the boys so I can show off my sexy girlfriend.” He chuckled into your chest.
“Shut up, Min Yoongi.” You got up to get changed.
He snickered when you stuck your tongue out at him.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
HO NOTE: I love Yoongi’s “Oh yeah jyae mwoya daeche nuguya?” “eo yaeneun tto mwoya daeche nuguya?” part in the 21st Century Girls live performance. He was so cute when he was jumping around!
This was inspired by my Tae fic, “Husky Voice.” But instead of having an insecurity about your voice, what if you were a sick-ass rapper?
You insisted that your boyfriend Yoongi spend the night at your place, because it was far too late and too cold out for him to get back to his dorm. You've just started dating him recently, and it was your first time sleeping together. Sure, you've fallen asleep on his shoulder and he'd fallen asleep on your lap a few times, but you two haven't intentionally slept together on the same bed before. You hadn't even had sex with him, and tonight wasn't going to be that night either. You two were tired, and it was late.
You two got ready for bed. You changed into sleepwear more flattering than you would normally wear and you returned some of his clothes that you've been "borrowing" for the last few weeks.
Yoongi climbed into your bed first, trying to be considerate by laying on his side to take up as little space as possible. With a giggle, you climbed in and pulled your soft covers over you. You laid on your side, facing him. You hugged him from behind and kissed his clothed shoulder.
"Goodnight, Yoongi oppa," you whispered.
He turned around and kissed your forehead. He softly touched your arm, trailing his fingers down to your hand and lacing them between yours.
"Shouldn't I be the big spoon? You’re smaller than me" He chuckled. Your chin was poking at his shoulder blade. "Turn around so I can hold you from behind."
You complied with a giggle. "Is this better?"
He kissed the top of your head in response. He began to stroke your upper arm soothingly.
"Goodnight, Yoongi oppa. Thank you for sleeping with me tonight."
"Of course. Thanks for letting me stay over. Goodnight, Y/N." His voice was deeper when he was tired, and you thought it was endearing. He snaked his arm around your waist and found your hand and held it.
You two fell into a deep slumber quickly, but your boyfriend woke up in the morning before you. He laid in bed for a couple of minutes, thinking about last night and how cute you were before you fell asleep.
Her bed smells like her too. She smells so good. I'm so lucky to wake up with her in my arms. He frowned. You were not in his arms. I guess we moved apart in the middle of the night?
He opened his eyes, and saw the pastel flowers of your wallpaper. That was when he felt your warm body behind his. He looked down and saw your tiny hand on his torso. He followed where it was coming from and saw that your arm was resting on his waist.
Is she spooning me? He stuck his lower lip out and furrowed his eyebrows. You were shorter than him, and couldn't spoon him properly. Your head was behind his neck, your chin was digging into his back uncomfortably, and your legs appeared as if they didn't know where to go.
The obviously upset man wanted to slap himself in the face. He was known for his curled-up sleeping position, but he didn't think he'd be the little spoon.
This is too embarrassing. Hopefully I can move her without waking up.
He attempted to lay on his back, pulling some of your hair in the process. You woke up from the pain.
"Huh?" You woke up confused. The hand that was on your boyfriend's chest instinctively reached to comfort your scalp.
"Uh, good morning, Y/N." Yoongi greeted weakly.
You smiled up at him. "Good morning." Your voice was a little hoarse, causing him to chuckle. He folded his arms behind his head and you cuddled on to him.
"Your voice is raspy in the morning, like mine." He smiled sweetly. You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Did you sleep well?" you asked. You were surprised at his sudden frown.
"What's wrong?"
He asked seriously, "Do you curl up in your sleep?"
You shrugged, "I think so, why?"
"Right." He closed his eyes.
"Tell me what's wrong." You pouted.
He blushed a faint pink, but didn't answer.
He opened one eye at you. "Do you really want to know?" You nodded.
"We were spooning last night, and we were spooning when we woke up too."
You blushed at the word "spooning."
"You didn't tell me that you liked to be the big spoon. I woke up as the little spoon. Talk about embarrassing."
"What’s so embarrassing about it?”
Yoongi stuck out his lower lip to form a small pout. “I’m trying to assert my masculinity. Let me be manly for you.”
You almost laughed in surprise. “Do you think you’re not manly enough?” Yoongi acted like such a tough guy. Honestly, you were surprised that he would admit such a thing to you.
“It’s not that. I just want to be a cool boyfriend. Not someone who naturally curls into the fetal position.”
You laughed and hugged him. “I think you’re super cool. And really cute, but what’s wrong with being cute?”
"You're lucky that you're so adorable," He joked, "or else I would've been mad." He wrinkled his nose cutely.
You kissed his cheek and squeezed the hand resting on his arm delicately.
"I'm sorry," you whispered unapologetically before he smirked and kissed your lips.
HO NOTE: I wrote this literally right after “Can’t Sleep.”
HAPPY NEW YEAR! I watched the MBC Gayo Daejejeon, and it buffered so badly during BTS’s performance that I had to stop.
In which your boyfriend sleeps over for the first time.
Oh, sweet Jesus. Taehyung’s eyes opened, unable to sleep. He was wide awake, and it was already 1:45am.
He’d come over to your apartment earlier today, as he often did since the dorm was always full of people. You fell asleep on his shoulder during the movie you two were watching, and he being the gentleman he was, didn’t want to wake you. Instead, he carried you to your bed and decided to spend the night. He didn’t want to leave without properly saying goodbye and didn’t want to wake you either, knowing that you were tired from busy week of work.
It was you and Taehyung’s first time sleeping together, and that made him extremely giddy. Despite feeling a little tired, he was too excited to sleep.
He’d laying in bed with you for an hour and a half, wide awake and a little annoyed. He looked over at your serene figure to calm himself He had set you down on one side of the bed on your back, and laid on the other. Now, you had curled up on him, your head on his shoulder, your hairs tickling his cheek, one leg curled over his and its foot somehow under his other leg, and your arm resting across his chest with its hand tightly fisting his shirt.
She’s so adorable when she sleeps, but I didn’t know how stubborn if a sleeper she was. Taehyung let out a sigh of discomfort. At least she doesn’t snore.
Your sleeping position made him feel uncomfortable, but that wasn’t the only issue. Your apartment was on the second floor of a building in the heart Seoul, a city that didn’t sleep. He could see the bright lights through your blinds, and the noises of the city was too much. It was a Friday night, and people were still out and about, cars were still on the road, and the muffled bass of music being played at a nightclub could be heard from your bedroom.
How could she sleep with this many distractions? She could give Yoongi hyung a run for his money. She’s such a heavy sleeper! He tried to squirm away from your leg, but you had twisted your leg around him too tightly.
He closed his eyes and tried to drown out the noise. Unfortunately, there was plenty of noise in your apartment as well. The ticking of your clock in the living room, your fish tank’s water filter system, and the air conditioner turning on and off was too distracting for the tired man.
Did she really need to have that advanced of a fish tank for her single goldfish? And does she really need air conditioning? It’s not that hot tonight, and she still uses a blanket.
Your sleepy boyfriend yawned, and tried to push your leg off of himself again. He sighed and he surrendered. His large hand held the delicate, small one on his chest and tried to pry it off of his shirt. It was no use.
It was 2:30am, and he finally fell asleep. It was a light sleep, but at least he wasn’t conscious anymore. However, he woke up at 3:15am with a pain in his shoulder.
Crap, I can’t believe that my shoulder fell asleep. Her head is still laying on it!
Your boyfriend tried to push your head off, and he succeeded. However, you began to mumble incoherent words in your sleep while finding your desired sleeping position. Taehyung watched your eyes in horror, hoping you wouldn’t wake up. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when you didn’t wake up, and resumed sleeping soundly by his arm. Throughout this process, you didn’t loosen the grip you had on his shirt, and your leg was still twisted on his. Thankfully, his shoulder was getting some feeling back into it.
Taehyung looked at the bright clock on your nightstand. It’s 3:19am? Was I asleep for only 30 minutes? Jesus Christ! It didn’t even feel like I was sleeping. I feel like I just closed my eyes!
The night continued on with such a pattern, and your poor boyfriend got barely any rest. He only fell asleep after the sun rose, from absolute exhaustion.
You woke up at 9am, confused at how you got to your bed, and at why Taehyung was in bed with you. You stroked his bangs out of his handsome face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. You observed the dark circles under his eyes and how the corners of his soft, pink lips were pointing down slightly.
He must’ve been so tired from last night. He’s so cute for staying over.
You gave him a light peck his cheek before getting ready for the day and making breakfast for you and your sleepy boyfriend.
HO NOTE: I don't like looking for gifs... It took me forever to find this one, and it shouldn't even have taken that long.
In which you and Taehyung celebrate Christmas Eve.
You shivered on your bed. You were only wearing the expensive lingerie that you bought just for this occasion. It was a dark green lace, which green was technically a Christmas color, and was also Taehyung’s favorite color.
“Babe, I’m home! Merry Christmas! Where are you?” Your boyfriend’s deep, booming voice echoed throughout the hallway when he entered your home.
You answered that you were in the bedroom. You had two seconds to mentally prepare yourself. You’ve never surprised him with sex like this, as you were quite shy, but you found the idea thrilling.
“Did you miss me?” He asked as he burst through the door.
You but your lower lip seductively and nodded slowly. He gulped, his eyes wide.
He licked his lips. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” His eyes turned dark and sultry and he got closer, kicking off his socks and jacket while doing so.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you greeted in a soft voice. You crawled your way to the foot of the bed, where he had stopped walking to. You looked up into his dark eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off.
You stroked his cock over the material of his boxers a few times, then crawled back to the middle of the bed, making sure your lacey thong-clad butt was visible.
“Touch yourself,” you whispered. You closed your eyes and rubbed your clit through your tiny underwear. A small moan was heard from Taehyung, which encouraged you to push aside the material and slip a finger into your slick folds. You continued to push your finger in and out, before adding another.
“Baby girl…” Taehyung was still standing, biting his lip and stroking himself quickly. You were slightly disappointed that his hand was still inside his boxers, because you couldn’t see his dick.
You stared at him as you began to rub your clit, moaning his name. However, before you could cum, he got on the bed and held your thighs open. His large hands were gripping your soft inner thighs, and he was licking his lips hungrily. He looked up at you and nodded before taking off your thong.
He kissed your inner thighs, trailing his tongue softly to your soaking sex. He licked your clit a few times before diving into your pussy. You moaned as his tongue fucked you, gripping his hair while trying not to squeeze your thighs together.
“Oh, oh Daddy!” you cried out as he lapped at your clit ravenously. You felt him smiling while his tongue worked its magic on your most sensitive area. You squeezed your eyes shut and grabbed at his hair when you came. He continued to lap at your leaking pussy as your rode out your climax.
“Baby, you look so sexy.” He climbed the bed above you and stopped when his face was just an inch above yours. “Did you wear this for me?”
You nodded and answered weakly, “I wanted to surprise you since you get to spend Christmas with me this year.”
“Good girl.” He licked his lips, a habit you couldn’t get enough of. “Seeing you made my dick so hard. Can you help me with my problem?” he asked innocently, but you knew what he wanted you to do.
You nodded. However, you grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a long, wet kiss. You pushed his chest up as you kissed him so the two of you were sitting on the bed. He pulled his shirt off quickly and got back to devouring your mouth. You felt his hard member through his boxers rubbing against you, and you knew what he wanted you to do. You pushed him down to the bed and continued kissing him and only stopped when he softly bit your lip.
“Babe…” his eyes were glossy from kissing. You gave him small kisses on his chest, down his abs, to his boxers. You pulled them off slowly, and his cock sprang out.
Taehyung held the back of your head, gently nudging your face closer to his throbbing member. You stroked its shaft and licked the tip. He bucked his hips unexpectedly, causing much of his cock into your mouth. You didn’t recoil, and continued to lick him, reveling the taste of his precum and trying to make him as wet as possible.
You took him in as much as you could, and used your hands to reach whatever you couldn’t fit. You began to bob your head up and down as you licked, feeling the tip of his cock at the back of your throat.
“Y/N…” he moaned loudly. He held your hair and gripped your head with his large hands.
You continued your sinful act, marveling at the sheer size of his dick. You could feel your core getting wet, and your clit throbbing for stimulation. You instinctively reached down to your sex, but knew that he’d want to be the one to pleasure you instead.
“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned and bit his lip. You only bobbed your head faster, urging his climax. You felt hot loads of his cum at the back of your throat, and you swallowed it obediently, remembering how he told you that you looked hot when you swallowed.
You crawled up to face him, licking your lips seductively. You kneeled over his hips, your hot slit grazing over his penis. He put his hands behind his head and smirked at you.
“You know, that bra is really sexy, but it’s been on for far too long. Take it off and show me how you touch with your tits, baby girl.” His baritone voice was enough to send shivers down your spine.
You took off your bra slowly, allowing your breasts to slip out. Taehyung’s eyes gleamed when he saw that your nipples had hardened from arousal. You began to play with the soft mounds, tweaking your nipples ever so often.
“Taehyung…” you whimpered.
“Nope. What do you call me in bed, sweetheart?”
“Daddy!” you let out a cry as your fingers stroked your nipples. His cock was hard again, and you desperately wanted it in you. You grinders your hips onto his in failed efforts to relieve yourself. One of your hands reached down to touch your clit, but was stopped by his strong hand.
“Oh, no. You don’t wanna end up on the naughty list, do you?” You shook your head no. “Do you know what we do to naughty girls like you?” You shook your head no, but but your lip in anticipation. He suddenly flipped you so you were laying on your stomach on the bed.
“On your hands and knees,” he growled. You obeyed and felt the wetness between your legs as you shifted into the desired position. You stuck your ass out at him and wiggled it slightly but stopped once he slapped it.
Without any warning, Taehyung entered your folds, causing you to yelp. With a small grunt, he pushed in all the way. He gripped your hips. He began to pound into you, using your hips to move your body in sync with his. Your nipples were grazing over the pillows, further stimulating them, and increasing your pleasure.
“Don’t cum until I say so.” He moved one hand to your breast, and squeezed it. You let out a whimper. He toyed with your nipple. He began to kiss your sensitive spots, behind your ears and neck.
“Please let me cum, Daddy,” you moaned. “I’ll be a good girl.”
He bit your ear lightly and licked it. “A good girl listens to her Daddy,” he whispered huskily.
He moved back, thrusting harder. The sounds of your skin slapping one another’s was erotic. He slapped your delectable ass, and you moaned loudly.
Sensing your impending climax, “Can I come now?” you asked breathily. He grunted yes.
Upon his answer, you reached your peak. He soon followed after as you ride out your climax. You fell onto your stomach when he pulled out of you.
You curled up on the bed and watched his handsome figure as he got up to take his condom off and disposed of it. He climbed into the bed facing you.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” His dominant demeanor was gone, and you recognized the playfulness of your sweet Taehyung.
“Merry Christmas,” you murmured before you fell asleep.
HO NOTE: this is so late! But happy holidays, once again.
In which you Yoongi gives you your Christmas gift early.
Christmas was approaching, and you were finally able to celebrate Christmas with your boyfriend after two years of dating. Yoongi was always extremely busy with work, especially at this time of year, but he managed to get a break for just tonight. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day together before he had rehearsals for BTS's end-of-the-year performances.
You didn't know what to get someone who had everything he could possibly want. However, you saved many a paycheck from your crappy part-time job to get him the best headphones that money could buy, and decided to cook an extravagant dinner.
Your phone made a ping noise, indicating a text message.
I'm done with work. I'll be home in 15.
The corners of your lips quirked to a small smile. You loved that he called your apartment "home." He didn't live with you, but told you often that wherever you were was his home.
You sent him a heart emoji in response. Then, you decided to plug in the lights of your Christmas tree and lit some Christmas-themed candles. You changed into your Christmas outfit: a fuzzy off-white sweater, and dark green skinny jeans. You sprayed perfume on yourself, knowing that it was his favorite scent on you.
After freshening up, you set the table and began to prepare dinner. You didn't hear him come in, and jumped when you felt his large hands hugging you from behind.
"Yoongi oppa!" you yelped, but continued your cooking.
"Merry Christmas, love." He gave you a peck on your cheek. "Smells delicious. Do you need any help?"
You turned and looked at his attractive face. How could someone be so handsome?
"No, I'm almost done with your steak. You can get to the dining table."
After a delicious steak dinner and some sweet red wine, you and Yoongi found yourselves cuddling on the couch in your living room. The only sources of light were your pine-scented candles and your Christmas tree.
Yoongi was a master cuddler, and always wanted to laze around with you in his arms. He kept giving you silent kisses on your forehead and your hair, making you giggle.
"Is this how you wanted to spend Christmas Eve?" You felt his chest rumble as he spoke.
"This is how I want to spend every day." You looked up and kissed him gently. You could feel him smiling as you did so.
"Hey baby, do you wanna open your Christmas gift early?"
Your eyebrows furrowed. How dare he break the sacred rules of Christmas. Christmas was your favorite holiday, and you took it very seriously.
"C'mon Y/N. I got you tons of gifts, and I want to give one to you myself." He pouted. "It's only two hours until Christmas anyway." He looked too cute for you to deny him.
"Okay, fine. And I told you that I didn't need any gifts. Why did you get me so much stuff?"
"Because I can't help but spoil you, love." He got up to retrieve the gift.
He always managed to send you small gifts from when he was abroad, and spoiled you tremendously with material goods since he felt bad about not being able to be there for you all the time. Currently, your Christmas tree was surrounded by presents of all sizes, the majority from him. You were thankful, but didn't really care about material possessions. You'd rather have him be with you than anything else.
He returned, one hand hidden behind him, and the other one scratching the back of his head nervously. He sat next to you on the couch.
"I know that I'm not able to be here for you all the time and the times I am make me the happiest I've ever been. I love you so much, and you make me the luckiest guy in the world..." He was looking down nervously. "I thought I'd say something cool and smooth, but it's not coming out the way I wanted it to." He admitted.
You smiled encouragingly. "It's alright. I love you too. Thank you for being so sweet to me."
He cleared his throat. "Y/N, I love you and I'm so grateful for everything that you do for me. Thank you for being patient with me, and waiting for me even if I can't always be here for you. I love you so much. I got you something so you'd remember to wait for me." He pulled out a small velvet box from behind him.
Your eyes went wide. "Yoongi oppa..."
He shook his head, indicating that it's not what you were thinking. "I know we've been together for only two years, but I truly believe that you're the one for me. I can't marry you now, with my job being what it is." He opened the box to reveal a simple silver band. "Would you accept this promise ring from me? I promise that I'll wait for you, if you'd wait for me too. I love you, Y/N."
You covered your mouth in surprise and looked up at his kind eyes. He was biting his lip from nervousness. You nodded and brought your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. You heard him chuckle and pulled away from your hug, holding onto your left hand. He held your left hand up to his lips, giving you a small kiss.
"I love you." He muttered, while looking at you. He placed the ring onto your left middle finger. It fit perfectly. You only noticed now that he had the same ring on the same finger on his left hand too.
"Save this finger for me, okay?" He lightly held the tip of your left ring finger and wiggled it. You nodded with a giggle. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it again.
"Yoongi oppa, I love you." You wrapped your arms around him, tackling him with a hug. He chuckled and hugged you back tightly and kissed the side of your head. You looked up at him with shining eyes, making him laugh again.
"You're so beautiful, Y/N." You couldn't contain your bright smile. "I love you." He kissed your lips softly.
In which you confess your insecurity and Taehyung consoles you.
You and your boyfriend Taehyung entered your apartment after a night of karaoke with the boys. It wasn't unusual for you two to go over to each others' homes, and the karaoke bar was a block away from your apartment.
You brought out some snacks to the living room, where Taehyung was already getting himself comfortable on the couch. He was humming softly, and you beamed. You loved his deep, husky voice and couldn't get enough of it.
He looked up and stuck out his lower lip cutely. "Y/N, you're so boring. You barely sang toni- actually, you never sing!" he whined. You only shrugged in response.
"Why don't you ever sing? I know you love music. You always keep up with the latest songs and you're always recommending me indie songs too. You were so quiet today. Is everything okay?"
You could feel your cheeks turning red. You looked down for a moment, then answered cheerfully, "you know that I get shy in front of the others. And trust me, I'm a horrible singer. You'd much rather not hear me sing."
The truth was, you loved music. And you loved singing. However, you were always self-conscious of your deep voice and made sure that no one else heard you sing. You were quite small, and had a youthful face. Your style of dress tended to be cutesy and girly as well. However, your deep voice was the deepest and raspiest of your friends and family, and they made it known for years that your voice didn't match with your appearance. Therefore, you had never sung in public before. It didn't help that you were dating Taehyung and that you were friends with BTS either. You were too nervous and embarrassed.
"You play like, every instrument ever. I know that you make remixes too," he teased you. "But I've never heard you sing!"
Hiding the frustration in your voice, you answered quickly, "I'm average at music, and it's just a hobby. I'm not like you guys, I'm not trying to be a professional singer or something."
Prior to dating Taehyung, you were childhood friends. He convinced you to move to Seoul to pursue a career in music. With Taehyung's encouragement, you became a music major attending a prestigious university for fine arts. You played many instruments, and were aware of what how music was composed and arranged, but you were too insecure of your voice to produce any songs of your own. Thus, you ended up composing more background music than lyrics.
Thankfully, he noticed your discomfort. "I haven't heard you play in so long, can you play something?" He smiled his innocent box smile and pulled out the guitar next to the couch. You began to pick at the strings, and he sang along to "Baepsae" enthusiastically.
You smiled and continued to play the guitar, looking at your fingers. You forgot about your irritations from before, and lost yourself in your acoustic guitar cover of "Baepsae". When you looked up, you saw that your boyfriend had stopped singing along. In fact, he was pouting at you, cheeks puffing out. You raised your eyebrows quizzically. Did he not like your cover?
You changed the song to "Hold Me Tight," a song you knew Taehyung had a soft spot for, as it was his first song that he co-produced. You looked up to see him crack a small smile. You then switched to his solo song, "Stigma." You barely heard his soft hums as you focused on your guitar.
Forgetting that he was even there, you began to sing quietly. You personally loved the song, and the song's range was low enough for you to sing to. You subconsciously sang louder and clearer. You used your head voice to reach his high notes, and continued to strum your guitar. You were interrupted by Taehyung's applause, to which you stopped playing.
"You're so good at singing!" His voice was booming, and his smile was as radiant as ever.
You blushed, remembering how passionately you were singing just a moment ago.
"Shut up. I forgot that you were even here!" You grumbled and set your guitar down on your coffee table.
"Forget what you heard. You're probably deaf from my terrible singing." You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to shrink yourself into a ball.
"No, Y/N. You're actually really good. I'm surprised 'cause you're always telling me that you're bad at singing." You felt Taehyung's large hands squeeze your shoulders gently. You looked up and saw his kind eyes looking into yours.
You pouted and looked down. "I'm so embarrassed that you heard me. Do you know how hard it is to date a good singer when I'm just mediocre?" Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
"Honey, you're a musical genius. You study at the best music university in the country, and you're the best guitarist that I know. And you play the saxophone better than me too," he chuckled. He kissed the top of your head again, and stroked your back.
"You don't have to sing in front of me if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Y/N." He squeezed you delicately. "Why are you so hard on yourself? Can you tell me?"
You peaked up at him, your eyes meeting his concerned ones. You let out a sigh.
"Taehyung, I'm sorry. I'm overreacting. I'm just..." you trailed off, avoiding his eyes. You muttered, "I'm embarrassed about my voice."
"Huh?" He looked confused. "You think you're a bad singer?"
"No... I'm embarrassed about my voice in general. It's too deep and raspy for a girl's, and it's not feminine at all. They say it's uncharacteristically deep because I look like a cute, girly person. Everybody in my family teases me about it too, and my friends say that I should become a rapper my voice is raspy enough."
Taehyung began to laugh. "Y/N. I love your voice. I always did! I love that your voice is husky and contrasts with how you look. I think it's a neat surprise, and makes you even cuter."
You sighed and pouted. "No it doesn't. It's gross, and that's why I don't sing."
"It's not gross! I really love it. It's one of the things I love about you. My voice is kinda deep too!" Taehyung tried to justify.
"You're a guy. It's sexy to have a deep voice if you're a guy." You crossed your arms and continued your unhappy moue.
"You think my voice is sexy?" he raised his eyebrows and grinned. "I think yours is sexy too."
You puffed out your cheeks, an attempt to look cute, but he only sniggered.
"It's one of the things that make me so attracted to you," his low voice uttered as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Don't worry about your how your voice sounds. It sounds really cool. I'm sure a lot of people with shrill voices would want your beautiful voice." He continued to kiss your face.
"I want you to keep talking to me. I love the sound of your voice. it's like honey," he whispered before he kissed your lips softly.
You accepted his kiss and hugged him.
"Don't be sad." His reassuring voice was soothing. "I love you, Y/N."
"Thank you, Taehyung. I love you too," you murmured back before he kissed you again.
HO NOTE: inspired by my own insecurity!
I went through so many drafts for this fic... so if it lacks fluidity, I completely understand.
This is barely angst.
In which you are at a house party and alcohol gives you and Taehyung more courage.
You arrived at the house party two hours late, already tipsy from the wine you were drinking by yourself. The loud music could be heard from a block away, and you were surprised that no one called the police for a noise complaint. You rang the doorbell, but no one answered. You texted Taehyung to let you in, and he didn't reply.
You stood at the doorway, silently cursing the man for nagging you to come to some grungy house party and not letting you in. I like him, but he can be such a shit sometimes. He's probably drunk and forgot about me.
Taehyung suddenly opened the door with a hand holding plastic red cup full of mysterious liquid. He hugged you hello, something he'd never done before. His hug was tighter and longer than it should've been, and you were okay with that. His smell was intoxicating, and you forgot about your irritation at him from earlier. He smelled manly, like whiskey and his musky cologne. When he pulled away, he put his cup into your empty hand and smiled his trademark box grin.
"You're late. Time to catch up." He raised his eyebrows at the drink in your hand, indicating for you to drink it.
"Is everyone drunk?" you tried to make casual conversation to avoid drinking the mixed drink.
The tall man grinned in response. He grabbed your hand and brought you to the living room, where the rest of the party was. You greeted the people, who were all glowing pink, with smiles plastered on their faces. There were a few pretty girls flirting with the boys as well. You recognized them from previous parties, but had never cared to remember their names.
You sat on the ground next to Taehyung and attempted to listen to whatever it was Jimin was talking about. You blushed when you realized that he was still holding your hand.
"What? Why are you so red? Did you drink some of it?" his deep voice sounded like honey. His dark eyes were staring into yours, and you felt your heart pound.
You shook your head no. You drank slowly, never taking your eyes off of his. His eyes turned playful as he flashed another smile. The alcohol was well-hidden in your familiar, fruity drink.
"Did you make this for me?" you asked after chugging the entire cup.
"Yup. I know that you don't like the taste of alcohol, and I remembered your recipe from when we were in high school."
You bit your lip in what you hoped was a sexy manner. "Make me another."
He stood up, pulling you up with him. He led you to the kitchen, where cups, shot glasses, and bottles covered every surface. He poured hard liquor into two double-shot glasses expertly. He handed you one.
"Cheers." You clinked your glass against his softly. You winced at the burn in your throat.
You felt your face burn from the alcohol, and muttered something about how hot it was. You took off your leather jacket and tied up your hair, revealing the soft skin of your neck and shoulders. You looked up to see Taehyung staring at your exposed décolleté and licking his lower lip.
The alcohol told you to ignore him. He handed you a cup of his mixed drink and he grabbed himself a bottle of beer. You grabbed his free hand and headed towards the living room.
The boys were conversing enthusiastically and the girls were staring at the boys dumbly. Everyone was completely drunk, and the music was pumping. You tried your best to listen to Namjoon and Yoongi’s banter, but felt Taehyung's gaze at you. You shivered subconsciously when you felt fingers grazing the exposed skin of your distressed jeans. You looked down, and saw Taehyung's graceful hand rest on your thigh.
"Y/N..." you faced your thigh's perpetrator. His eyes stared into yours, and he licked his lips hungrily.
You could feel your heart beating in your ears and your cheeks burning red. You wanted to turn away, but his intense gaze trapped your eyes to his. You didn't know how to respond, so you quickly drank the rest of your drink.
He smirked and squeezed your thigh lightly. "Wanna go outside with me really quick?"
He didn't give you a chance to answer and he pulled you up. The drunk man led you to the backyard. There was a glowing jacuzzi, and many chairs. The September air was getting chillier, but it wasn't unbearable. He headed to the furthest chair facing away from the backdoor and pulled you into his lap, facing him.
He ran his large hands up your sides. He chuckled when you sighed as he touched the sides of your breasts. His sultry gaze was entrancing, and you didn't want to look away. He licked his lips again, and you felt yourself growing warmer at your core.
He kissed you hard, his soft tongue invading your mouth, and you have in. You let out a moan as he lightly grazed your lower lip with his teeth. Your hands made their way to hold the sides of his jaws, and he hugged you closer. You almost gasped when he squeezed your ass, but continued kissing him. His hands remained their throughout the kissing until he stuck his long fingers down your pants, feeling the lace of your panties concealing your butt. You broke away from the kiss and stared into his eyes. His dark eyes were animalistic, and clouded by lust.
"Taehyung..." you whispered before he kissed your neck, causing you to groan. You felt him nibble and lick your neck, from below your jaw down to your collarbone. You knew that you were going to have to cover up the love bites tomorrow, but it was worth it tonight.
His mouth reached up to your earlobe. He sucked it, and nibbled at the tip of your ear. He played with your earrings with his tongue before he sucked on the sensitive area behind your ear. You inhaled sharply and bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.
His mouth quickly found yours again, and his tongue reclaimed yours again. He reached under your flowy tank top and caressed your skin. You shut our eyes and let out soft moans when you felt his long fingers dig under your bra's underwire, searching for your breasts. He pushed the bra above your breasts, and played with your soft mounds. You felt yourself get wetter as he tweaked your nipples with his fingers.
You pulled away from his kiss. "W-what are you doing?" you stammered. You felt yourself blushing again.
"Y/N, do you not want me to touch you? Your just so hot, and you made it seemed like you wanted me too." His husky voice was quiet and dangerous. “I can stop if you want me to.”
You unclasped your bra and threw it to the side. "Touch me, Taehyung. I want you to feel me." His wide eyes gleamed wickedly
He continued to play with your chest and began to kiss your neck. Your underwear was practically soaked already, which you would find deeply embarrassing if you were sober. Now, you couldn't care less.
"Tae..." you groaned, "please touch me down here." You took one of his hands and brought it down to your heated sex. He stroked it over your jeans and you moaned. You unbuttoned your jeans quickly, and he reached inside, bypassing your soaked panties.
"Babe, you're so wet." You felt him smirk into your neck. "You're so hot."
He teasingly slid two fingers over your wet slit, coating them with your juices, and made his way up to your swollen clit. He expertly rubbed at it, causing you to shudder. You gripped the top of the chair, avoiding digging your nails into his shoulders.
"Taehyung..." You let out a breathy moan. "I... I'm going to cum." You shuddered, as you felt your body build to your climax. He gave you a seductive look and licked his lower lip. He pinched your clit gently, and stroked it quicker and more roughly.
"Cum for me, babe." Upon hearing those words, you reached your climax, gasping loudly and burying your face in his neck. You grabbed his shoulders and started kissing his neck as you rode out your orgasm.
"Fuck, that was hot." Taehyung growled. You leaned back to see his handsome face. He looked you over and brought his fingers to his lips and licked them seductively.
"Delicious," he muttered. You blushed madly and continued to kiss his neck roughly, lightly licking the skin along the collar of his shirt.
You leaned back and took your hands away from his broad shoulders. You into his dark, lustful eyes with an alluring look of your own. You ran your hands down his clothed chest slowly and reached for his belt buckle. You didn't break eye contact as you undid his belt and unzipped his pants. You stroked his hard member through his boxers, eliciting a moan from him.
You stroked him through his boxers a few more times before snaking your hand down his boxers. Your hand grazed over his throbbing shaft, internally reveling the fact that it was slippery with precum. You pumped it while studying his attractive face contorting with pleasure. He let out sexy, raspy moans, which sent shivers down your spine. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, and his knuckles were turning white as you pumped harder. You removed your hands before he could cum, and he gasped.
You pulled his pants down further and his cock sprang out. You licked your lips hungrily and pulled your own pants down with slight difficulty, as your knees were on either side of his thighs on the chair.
"Y/N, are you sure?" He suddenly looked serious and sober.
You nodded as you unintentionally bit your lip shyly. You had never touched or seen his cock until now, but fantasized about it while masturbating many times already. It was sweet of him to be so reassuring, but you wanted- no, you needed his dick now. And judging by the hardness of his boner, he needed release as well. Who am I to just tease Kim Taehyung and leave?
He gulped and let out a small gasp as you pumped his cock once more. You adjusted yourself over him and slid your wet core over his shaft, letting your juices mix. You slowly slid into him and stopped before you went all the way. He was larger than you anticipated, which excited you.
"Fuck, Y/N. Please move." His throaty voice was needy. "Ride me." His large hands grabbed your hips.
You accepted his requests, and moved up and down slowly on his cock. You moaned softly, and leaned down to kiss him again. He kissed you back passionately, licking your lip while doing so. He sucked on your lower lip, and you moaned into his kiss. One hand squeezed your ass, causing you to gasp. Your pert nipples were brushing against the fabric of your top, hardening them even more.
"Tae..." You pulled away from his kiss and sped up your pace on his cock. You moaned while he kissed your neck again. He gave you small nibbles followed by soft licks.
"Baby girl..." He began to thrust harder. "You're so tight." You could only whimper in response.
As your bodies became one, you thought that the world around you stopped. The house party seemed like a distant memory, and the two of you forgot that you were committing sins outdoors in somebody else's home. The alcohol was fading in your systems, heightening your senses of the sex.
Your nails dug into his back, which prompted Taehyung to suck on the sensitive area below your jaw. You let out a long moan.
"Y/N, I'm close." You felt him slow down and you muttered that you were on the pill. You started to ride him quickly again, as you felt your peak coming. You bit his shoulder lightly.
"I'm gonna cum, Taehyung." He thrusted into you harder. Taking control as he gripped your hips tighter.
You reached your climax sooner than anticipated. You let out a gasp and cried out his name as you saw stars. He came into you soon after, as you were riding out your orgasm.
You lifted yourself off of him inelegantly and pulled up your pants. You did the same for him. He pulled you close to him, and the two of you lay silent, listening to each other's heavy breathing slow down. Your head was resting on his shoulder and your hand rested on his toned chest. One of his hands were resting on the side of your thigh, and the other found the dip in the curve of your waist.
He turned and kissed your forehead sweetly. You looked up at him innocently.
"Do you wanna go back to my place?" His sexy, deep voice always entranced you.
Your response was only an impish smile, but that's all he needed.
HO NOTE: Clearly I have some obsession with alcohol, which is representative of my IRL self.
This is the first smut I’ve ever written. I apologize for the awkwardness. I tried to focus more on the foreplay and the stuff around the sex than the actual act of sex.
