Chololate Reignz

Hey there everyone, u can call me Chocolate. or Rose. Here you will find my various obsessions. And my sub-blog @[chocolatereignzrains] features my personal writings. Don't hesitate to reach out, talk, be friends, send prompts, request stories...

[xjoonchildx]

masterlist: guarded

you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you.  now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

Chapter One: Fan Mail

Chapter Two: I’m Screwed

Chapter Three: Exotic Pets

Chapter Four: Cham-pain

Chapter Five: Italian Leather Gloves

Chapter Six: No One But You

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

part two: guilty | knj x reader

[swaggyknight]

Squished

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Summary: You decide to take an amateur boxing class. Come to find out the teacher is a jerk but his pretty best friend wants to get to know you better.

| Pairing |: Buff!Jungkook x Reader x Buff!Taehyung

| Genre |: smut!

| Warnings |: swearing, drinking, smoking, mean jungkook, use of pet names, mild violence, teasing, threesome, penetration, dpv, creampie, deepthroat, hair pulling, scratching, biting, size difference, big dick taekook, sub jungkook, boys kissing, slapping, nipple play

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I was at the gym working out my arms, my least favorite. I preferred doing abs and legs. I came here at least three times a week sometimes more, sometimes less but I was here a lot. I knew all the gym regulars sometimes talk to them, but I mostly kept to myself.

Today a new class started boxing classes. They took place in one of the free use rooms. This is a recent development and it interested me.

Seeing my love for combat sports it was only natural that I decide to hop in for the class. My arm workout was a good warm up before some boxing.

Now i’ve tried boxing before, but it wasn’t fully committed and wouldn’t consider myself an expert. I had about 20 minutes before the class started and the room was empty so I thought I’d get some pre-practice in.

I walked into the room in a long sleeve compression shirt and baggy sweats lazily hanging around my hip. No one seems to be there yet. I take out the hand wrap from my bag and tightly secure it onto my hands. He walked up to one of the punching bags.

One hit after another. The sound of your fist hitting the bag was so satisfying the burn on my knuckles was delightful.

“We have a class that starts soon.” A voice cuts through the sound of the impacts.

I stop to look where the voice came from. It was some guy he had a beanie on and an all black workout outfit. He was carrying a box of boxing gear and a motorcycle helmet.

“Yea I know. I thought I’d get a few in before the class started. You know, warm up?”

“Yea ok. Could you maybe move your stuff.” He gestures to my things.

“Oh. Yea sure.” What’s with this guy I thought. He wasn’t being like super rude but passive aggressive enough to where it ticked me off. Assuming he’s the teacher though I let it go.

More people started coming in. It more people than I initially thought. Everyone got ready and chatted before Mr. Grumps takes over.

“ Welcome everybody to our first official class. this is a beginners class and I am your teacher Jungkook. Everybody get to a bag I’ll bring you gear. If you already have gear then good for you.” His name sounded familiar but I didn’t care enough at the moment to give a damn.

I walk over to the nearest punching bag but someone beat you to it. The teacher he just walked right in front of me.

“Excuse me?” I say. The turns around with an uninterested look on his face.

“What?” He says annoyed putting on his gloves.

“You just completely cut me off.” I say getting more and more pissed at the man.

“Sorry guess I didn’t see you there.” He apologizes but was clearly not sorry. He don’t even move.

“Are you gonna stand the and stare at me or you gonna find a bag princess?” I scoff. Who does this guy think he is. What an asshole.

I roll your eyes going up to another bag.

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I thought this was gonna be fun, but this guy was nitpicking at everything you do. I stand too close to that, my posture is wrong, my face looks funny!?

He’d poke at my belly, push the back of my knees, and glare at me from across the room. What is seriously wrong with him?!

It was the first class and you already hated him.

“You’re not focused.” His voice punches through my thoughts. He walks away with a smug grin on his face.

“Maybe I would if you weren’t so damn annoying.” I mumble under my breath while sending a few jabs to the punching bag.

He turns around clearly pissed.

“I’m sorry what was that princess?” I ignore him. I couldn’t care less right now. I just wanted to hit things not listen to a pompous asshole.

“Hey I’m talking to you.” He says in a dangerously low voice. I sigh as I stop punching.

“What your problem dude? You’re here to teach not to be on my ass all the time.”

“If you don’t like the way I teach then you can leave princess.” I glared at the man. I shoulder check him as I pass him.

“Prick.” I grab my things and leave. I was so angry I didn’t realize there was someone in front of the door.

I bump into a hard chest. I look up at who I bumped into. Boy was he beautiful. His face looks unreal like a Greek statue. He had glasses framing his beautifully brown eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” His baritone voice plays like a melody in my ear. Before I could answer someone calls out to him.

“Taehyung! I didn’t think you were coming.” A certain annoying prick of a teacher jogs over to the man I now know as ‘Taehyung’.

Of course he knew him. Before he could address me I push past the door leaving the mean behind.

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It was a couple days later and the second class. I was debating on going. Do I show up a prove that I’m not a push over or do I fully ignore his existence?

I decided to go.

I wasn’t gonna let that asshole control my life.

I walk into the class early again. This time I was sporting so boxing shorts with the name ‘Nightmare’ on the back and a compression shirt. I did a little bit of underground MMA so I had my own gear and clothes. I didn’t some digging into ‘Jungkook’ and now I know why he sounded familiar.

He went by the name ‘Bunny’ and he was big. He dominated the ring. He specialized in boxing but that didn’t make him bad in anything. He was a monster. So what the hell id he doing here teaching a novice class?

I decided to warm up with some Muay Thai it was one of my least favorites to do but most favorite to watch. It was brutal but precise.

A scoff echoes in the room.

“Didn’t think you’d be back after you threw a tantrum.” I ignore him continuing my warm up.

“What are we doing the silent treatment now?" He leans in closer to me but I continue to beat up the punching bag. A hand grabs my wrist out of instinct I grip his arm throwing him over my shoulder.

I roll over him attempting to put him in a headlock but he was quick rolling over with me.I kick his torso locking my legs around his neck. He pins my wrists next to my head. I fight under his hold but he was strong but the longer he held me the tighter my thighs got around his neck.

Panting I glare at him. He looked back at me with the same intensity almost like he knew something. both of our breaths fill the silence.

"Am I interrupting something?" A deep voice cuts through the tension. I feel his hands loosen around my wrist and I took the opportunity, to flip him on his back legs still wrapped around him.

"Tap out." I say

He scoffs, "You wish." His face was red but still prideful.

"Think you better let him go." Taehyung saunters over.

"Why? So he can be a pain in the ass?"

"No, so he can breath honey. He's getting red in the face."

"Uhgg." I stand up releasing him from my hold.

"So, I was right." Jungkook rasps as he stands.

"What that I would beat your ass? Congrats." I start to walk away from him.

"Wanna tell me why the Demon of the ring is in my beginner boxing class?" Well It's not like I was trying to hide it. Maybe I left a few details out.

I didn't just dabble in the underground world. I ruled it. I was dubbed Demon of the ring. Maybe I was an S class champion, maybe I made a lot of money, and maybe I outsmarted the company that owned me. Later Jungkook took my title.

"Stalker much?" I turn around.

"I do my research."

"Right. Well to answer your question, for fun. I'm exercising my free will." I unwrap my knuckles.

"Now how much freedom does a street rat have huh?" I feel him walk closer.

"You don't wanna go there Bunny. Trust me." I pick up my things and leave. I was emotionally drained at this point. I leave the building walking to my bike.

"Wait!" I roll my eyes turning to the man.

"I'm sorry about him. He just gets fired up over these things. He loves a good competition." Taehyung apologizes for his friends actions. He seems genuine and he was cute enough for me to believe him.

"At this point I could care less." I put my motorcycle helmet on and securing my bag on my back.

"Please let me buy you coffee." He tilts his head walking in front of my bike. I sigh flipping my visor up to look at him. He has such a sad look on his face. This boy was playing the puppy dog eyes on me and it was working.

"Fine." And before I could say anything else-

"Oh wonderful! Here's my number! I text you ok!" He shoves a piece paper into my hand practically jumping. I couldn't get a word before the boy ran off.

Wow ok that just happened. So I fought a man who hates me and knows my past and his sweet best friend just asked me out.

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It was time I was gonna go and meet the boy for coffee. It was a warm summer day so I went with some mini jorts and a cute blue tank layered under a cropped baggy shirt.

I put on my shoes and headphones and I head out the door. The coffee shop was close by so I said I would walk over.

I walk down the lively street with my music blasting in my ears. It felt good to kind of drown out the world around me and to feel like myself.

I walk into the place it was small but cute. My kind of place.

I feel a tap on my shoulders, I turn around taking my earphones off.

"Hey! I'm glad you came!" He says with pep and joy plastering his face with a warm boxy smile. I look him up and down. He was wearing an button down shirt with the first couple button undo paired with some light wash jorts. He had the same glasses on as when I first saw him.

He looked good to say the least. He was built and tall and most of all sweet. How can this sweet beautiful boy be best friends with that spawn of satan?

"Yea for sure." I say genuinely.

"So what are you getting today?" He asks. He was really good at preventing any akward moments.

"I'm torn between a matcha latte and some sort of refresher, What about you?" I ask politely.

"I was thinking a cold tea of some sort. To be honest I don't really like coffee."

"You asked me out to coffee and you hate coffee?" I poke at him

"Well it was the first thing I thought of." He says turning his face away in embarassment.

"Its cool, I don't really like coffee either." We both laugh at ourselves.

He paid for the drinks but it wasn't easy, I was fighting him for a good while before he pulled the puppy dog eyes on me.

We decided to take a walk outside with our drinks seeing that it was a really nice day.

"So, how did you and Jungkook become friends? You guys seem very different." I decided to ask my burning question.

"We actually met in the ring." I can say I wasn't exactly expecting that.

"Did you win?" He laughs

"Nope he was a strong kid. After that match I went up to him and asked him to be my friend. It took a lot of harassment to convince him." He smiles at the memory.

"You guys must be close then."

"Oh yea, we're practically attached by the hip. We do everything together."

"Everything? So he knows you asked me out?" I tease him.

"W-well not exactly no." He rubs his neck. I smile at the cute display. Despite his best friend being a total jackass he really cares for him.

"And why is that?" I poke further

"Because I wanted to talk to you, alone. And I know you guys don't exactly get along. But! I would like us all too! You seem really cool and he is my best friend so." Man he is adorable!

"Well if you really want, I am free tomorrow and i'll try to get along with him. For you, ok?" The words left my mouth before my brain could catch them, this was a pretty bad idea.

"Really!?" He grabs my hands, "You mean that!?" He pulls me closer.

"Yea of course." Shit why am I saying that?!

He wraps my up in a tight hug pushing me into his chest, "This is gonna be awesome! I promise!" He sways and jumps in excitement.

What did I get myself into?

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Here I was dressed up at a bar waiting for the two best friends to arrive. I was in a mini skirt with a nice y2k tank. I had done my hair and makeup better than anticipated. I didn't go put much but I’m not new to the scene.

The boys picked out a really nice club, it was elegant yet fun. I was sipping on my drink when I caught a woman's eyes staring at me across the bar.

She was sipping on a cosmo making eyes at me. She seemed to give in walking up to me. She was in a dangerous red dress with matching red heels.

"How are you doing gorgeous?" Her sultry voice overpowers the loud music.

"I"m doing alright and yourself?" I look her up and down.

"So good, especially seeing a cute girl like yourself, tell me. Wy are you here alone?"

And before I could answer-

"She isn't alone." a tattooed arm snakes around my shoulder. I look up to see Jungkook glaring at the attractive woman. With Taehyung right behind.

And with that the woman scurried away. I was disapointed, even if it wasn't for real it still is fun to flirt especially with a hot lady that wants you.

"Why'd you do that?" I shrug his arm off. I recieve no answer from him.

"Sorry about that, we wanted to make sure you were doing alright." Taehyung answers for him.

“Thank you but I didn’t need it.” I go back to sipping my drink.

“She was gonna snatch you up princess.” Jungkook takes a seat next to me

“Right and I’m an underground world champ, I think I could’ve handled it.”

“Come one guys let’s not fight ok?” Taehyung tries to deescalate the situation. I sigh. I should at least try and get along for Tae.

“Well why did you invite me here? What so special about it?” It was more than a nightclub

“I thought it would be fun to loosen up a bit, you both are always so serious. Plus I own the place.” I freeze.

“What?” I say surprised

“Yep this place is mine!” He says with a huge proud smile.

“Well you did a good job with it.” I compliment him. He hugs me suddenly.

“I’m so glad you like it!” He nuzzles into my neck

“Will you get off of her already.” A grumpy voice breaks the hug and he pulls Taehyung off of me like a naughty puppy.

“Round of shots on me!” The puppy shouts

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It was a couple shots and several drinks later. I’m usually really good with my alcohol and tonight I was a little more drunk than I anticipated.

I was out on the dance floor, my favorite part of any party. I was swaying my hips and jumping with the music blaring in my ears.

Taehyung found me in the crowd, he was drunker than I was stumbling through the crowd.

“Baby! I found you!” His hands fall to my waist as he sways with a drunk smile on his face. He was so cute and it was nice seeing him be happy.

“Are you having fun?” I lean to his ear my handing finding his arms to steady myself with. I feel him muscles flex under my touch.

“So much fun! I’m so glad you came!”

“Me too!”

A familiar tattooed arm finds its way around my shoulder again. I look up through my lashes to find a tipsy Jungkook. His lip piercing sparkles under the neon lights, I didn’t notice until now.

“Who knew the Demon likes to dance.” He says in my ear. His breath sends a wave of chills down my spine making me hyper aware of Taehyung hands around my waist.

The crowd pushes me closer to them. My face practically in Taehyung’s chest while I feel Jungkook’s chest on the back of my head.

I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol but it was getting hot and I became aware of the forced proximity. These men were bigger than I remember.

We moved together with the music. I look up to find Taehyung already staring at me but he’s seemed different. The sureness in his eyes while looking at me. Not to mention the man was beautiful. I felt enraptured and willing.

I look behind me and I catch Jungkook’s eyes only for him to look away. Another sight I haven’t seen. Jungkook being nervous.

“I think we should get some air.” Taehyung says. He grabs my hand and I instinctively grab Jungkook’s as Taehyung leads up through the dancing crowd. He takes up a flight of stares to a secluded part of the club. We went through a pair of doors which opened up to a balcony.

The sight was stunning. The city was glowing. And maybe it was my drunken eyes but I swore I saw a shooting star.

I lean on the railing taking a cigarette and my lighter out. I try to light it but it was out.

“I don’t know you smoked.” Taehyung says as he leans on the railing next to me.

A lighter flicks on in front of me, Jungkook was holding out a light for me. I look at him as he lights my cigarette. I inhale the smoke before blowing it out.

“There is a lot you don’t know about me.” I say with the cigarette between my lips.

“So mysterious, princess.” Jungkook slides next to me with his own cigarette in hand.

“I could say the same about you guys. I met you about what? A few weeks ago?” A cold breeze washes over me.

“Well I’d love to find out more.” Taehyung leans in closer. I smile.

“Me too.” The taste of the cigarette lingers in my tongue, I love a drunk cigarette. I feel the heaviness in my eyes.

“One thing I’d like to know is if you have a boyfriend?” I let out a little laugh

“No I don’t.” I say it like it was obvious

“Why? Is it because you’re a pain in the ass.” Jungkook says, I roll my eyes.

“No it’s because they can’t handle me.”

“You are a handful for sure.” I slap his arm playfully.

“Says you, I bet you don’t have a girlfriend either.” He sends a knowing smirk towards Taehyung

“You’re right but I do have a boyfriend.” He says nonchalantly. I was surprised to say the least and dare I say it, jealous?

“You don’t say.” I say still a but stunned

“What about you Taehyung?” I turn towards him.

“I have a boyfriend too!” Ok maybe wasn’t expecting that.

“Oh that’s nice.” I try to sound happy but I was disappointed. I thought he liked me at least a little bit.

“He’s right there.” He points to Jungkook who just lets a smirk slip through.

Ok definitely wasn’t thinking that was gonna happen. So these two sexy hot boys get to kiss each other. Men take everything.

“You guys didn’t tell me?”

“Well we wanted to do something first.” They walk closer to me. Like a predator stalking its prey. They look down at me. I can feel my cheeks flush and my heart beat a little faster.

“What?” I say almost embarrassingly breathless.

Taehyung admires me,his fingers play with my hair. While Jungkook traps me with an arm places on the railing behind me. He plays with his lip piercing as his eye burn into mine.

“We wanted a certain little demon to become ours.” My breath leaves my body. They both want me? And they are dating?

“ ‘ours’ as in both of you?” I shakily ask looking between them.

“Yes princess. As in both of us.”

“And you two are together? And you want me?”

“Yes and yes. I know this is a lot but would you please give us a chance? We don’t bite.” Taehyung gives me his sweet puppy dog eyes again. Leaning almost 2 inches away from my face.

“Unless you want us too.” Jungkook growls leaning in the same way.

“Are you sure you can keep up?” I say with sudden confidence.

“I know we can.” Jungkook shoots back the same energy. He nose almost touching mine.

My breathing gets a little uneven as I weigh my options. The alcohol was still in my system but I know I want it, I want them.

“Then let’s give it a try.” I say and immediately a pair of lips find mine. It was a deep, passionate, and fiery kiss. It was rough and impatient. He pulls away and I see Tae’s eyes looking back at me. The stark contrast of that kiss and his behavior was … hot. I loved it.

Before I could properly process that another pair of lips were on mine. It was slow but equally as hungry but not as rough. As he kisses me I feel warm kisses tickle my neck. The sensation sent chills down my spine. I can feel them everywhere. Hands in my hair, my waist, my ass. It was a lot but so good

He pulls away, breathless.

“Shall we give it a text drive?” Taehyung whispers into my neck and I nod.

He kissed me again leading me somewhere. I can feel Jungkook kissing my neck and collar bone.

He pushes open a door to a bedroom. He sits me on the bed.

“Lets us take care of you, ok baby?” Taehyung says towering over me. I nod a bit to eagerly for my liking. This whole situation was like a fever dream. It was kind of embarrassing to admit but I’ve always wanted something like this.

“ I didn’t forget about you my baby boy.” Taehyung places a hands on the back of Jungkook’s neck pulling him for a hot steamy kiss.

My thighs squeeze together at the sight. Two beautiful strong men completely vulnerable and love with each other. Their strong hands wonder each other’s bodies. Familiar to them but foreign to me. The dynamic was new to them but Jungkook was putty in Tae’s hands, he was in total control of the once grumpy man.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, I was helplessly watching them kiss and undress each other.

Tae pulls away, “Now let’s not be greedy Kookie. Tonight is all about our new girlfriend.” The attention was back on me.

“Now won’t you be a good boy for her and show her what we’re all about.” He orders Jungkook.

His eyes lock on mine, his shirt already half undone. He looked so fucked already. His breathing was ragged and pupils dilated and he looked like we was ready to devour me.

He pushes me down on the bed. Lips on my neck while his hands travel up my shirt. His touch was hot and heavy. He slowly took off my shirt exposing my chest. He lets out a breath then his lips meets one of my nipples while the other hand occupies itself with the other.

Moans leave my lips as I try to bite them down.

He travels lower stripping his own shirt off. His tatted hand reaching beneath my skirt teasing my clit through my panties.

“You like that princess?” He asks. I nod.

He laughs “What you can’t use your words now?” He mocks me.

“I can use them fine asshole.” His hand wraps around my neck. Though it was out of my comfort zone the pressure felt so nice.

“Now that’s not nice now is it?” He flips me over before ripping away my skirt which I gasp at.

“ I think she needs a punishment kookie.” Taehyung deep voice echoes.

“Say you’re sorry.” He says in my ear,

“Yea right.” A harsh slap hit my ass which erupts a surprised pained sound from my throat.

“That will happen every time you decide to be mean, got that?” I nod feeling the burning sensation on my ass.

He slaps me again. “I said ‘got that?’”

“Yes .” I answer begrudgingly.

I feel the weight I’m on the bed shift, a palm pulls my hair up. And I’m face to face with Taehyung’s cock. He was huge.

“Open up baby.” he says with a mischievous knowing grin.

“I can’t fit that.” I say doubting only to be followed with another slap.

“Sure you can.” He says already pushing himself in my mouth.

“You just need to believe in yourself baby.” He pushes himself further in.

I feel him easily fill up my mouth and slowly filling up my throat. While distracted Jungkook pulls down my panties to reveal my soaked pussy.

“Wow so wet princess.” My pussy clenched around nothing at his words and the man filling up my mouth was not helping.

Hand still in my hair he guides me up and down his thick cock. He smiles at me as I look at him through my lashes.

I feel something drag across my pussy slapping it a couple times before slowly entering me. Oh god he was big too.

My moans are muffled sending vibrations onto his cock making him moan.

The stretch was mind boggling. It hire but it felt incredible. The feeling of being completely stuffed made me even more aroused.

The pair started moving. Tae started to fuck my face while Jungkook dug deeper into my pussy. I was already fucked out of my mind. Moaning on Taehyung’s dick, my arms and legs shaking.

“You like that princess?” I couldn’t answer only moan on the dick stuffed in my mouth. He slaps my ass again making me clench around his dick.

“Use your words.” He mocks me.

“Be nice kookie.” Taehyung grabs his hair.

“Or do you need to be punished too?”

“No.”

“Good boy.” He grabs his face and brings him into kiss him. They were both thrusting in me unforgivably so while tongue fucking each other.

They pull away from each other and I feel Jungkook’s chest on my back.

“Does he taste good?” He asks whispering into my ear as he palms my breast. I couldn’t answer only moan out.

“You like it when he fucks your face?” Tear well up in my eyes as the man shoves himself down my throat.

“I love it when he fucks my face.” All these words he’s whispering is getting me closer and closer.

After a few more thrusts the feeling became too much. My back arches as my nails dugs into Taehyung’s thighs. Muffle moan escape narrowly past his dick. Eyes roll back but their thrusts didn’t let up.

“Good girl.” He pulls out of my mouth, jaw aching. Jungkook does the same.

Jungkook pulls me onto him lying on the bed so I was completely on top of him, both of us facing Taehyung.

His gaze was intense and hungry.

“Look at the both of you. So pretty on top each other.” He kisses each of us.

Jungkook start to push himself in once again. Taehyung’s thumb finds my clit.

My hips jerk as I moan, I throw my head back resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. He places kisses on my neck as I feel his brushing grip on my waist.

Then I felt Taehyung’s lips. He stated licking and sucking on my clit. It was feverish and impatient.

“Cmon baby loosen up for me.” He says into my clit. The vibrations of his baritone voice made me loose it even more.

My hand finds Jungkook’s head gripping on his hair from the stimulation.

I look up and Taehyung’s eyes were already on me like a tiger stalking its prey.

I try to string up a few words, “y-you aren’t g-gonna fit” I say between pants and moans.

“Like I said baby, believe in yourself.” He smirks whispering in my ear. He may be smiling but this man has no mercy, he starts to push into me.

“Fuck! Tae, I can’t.” I babble through pain and pleasure. My nails digging into his shoulders.

“Breathe baby.” He kisses me it was patient and soft but didn’t lack the hunger from before. Inch by inch the two men stretch and destroy me.

Jungkook had his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my side. My hand grips his hair. We both were filling the intense fullness Taehyung was creating. Tears run down my face and pained moaned fill my throat.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mutter shakily. My body was trembling and my legs shaking on Taehyung’s shoulder. He presses sweet kisses on my neck and cheek and Jungkook whispers sweet nothings. But underneath them trying to work me through it they were just as fucked. Breathless with tears in their eyes from pure pleasure.

He finally bottoms out. I was barely breathing. The pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Jungkook’s grip tightens.

“F-fuck! Princess can we move please.” Jungkook whimpers in my ear. His begging made me moan and all I could do was breathlessly nod.

All at once they started moving. I could feel everything. The heat from their skin and breath, them rubbing together inside me. It was incredibly obscene but it was perfect.

A knot built up in my belly and a large hand presses on my abdomen escalating the pleasure. The men were moving at a restless pace. I look up through my tear filled lashes at Taehyung with him hand on my lower belly.

“Look baby.” He gestures to his hand and lifts it. I could clearly see the men’s cocks poking my skin. My legs clench at the sight.

“Oh fuck!”

The men continue their brutal pace. Till you felt them get sloppier in their thrusts pushing you to the edge.

“Want us to cum together?” Taehyung asks given he was the only one who could properly speak.

I nod eagerly and he kisses me panting into my mouth before doing the same to Jungkook,

“Let’s fill our pretty new girlfriend up.”

As if his voice was magic I felt the knot in me burst. Nails digging into Tae’s skin, toe curling, eyes rolling. I could feel them filling me up, their throbbing dicks in my pussy.

I let a strangled moan that no one should ever hear and I felt pain and pleasure everywhere. Their fingers digging into my body and Jungkook’s teeth in my skin. And I loved every part.

Nothing with ever compare to this.

[yoongiofmine]

Peeling Mandarins | KTH | One Shot

[Main Masterlist] [Membership]

Pair: BestFriend!Taehyung x f!reader 

Summary: Your bi-weekly movie nights with Taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. What should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. After so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers.

Genre: Non idol au, smut with some plot, best friends to lovers.

Warnings: Taehyung has a praise kink and he’s so in love.  This story came to me in a dream, so if it's a little crazy, just go with it!

WC: 13k

You were never the type of person to change plans on such short notice, especially not when it came to your hang outs with Taehyung. When both of your grown up jobs and separate social circles kept you busy and apart, your bi-weekly meet-ups were precious for the both of you. 

But you just could not escape tonight. 

Tae had been your best friend for longer than you could remember, starting somewhere when you were both still in high school and he made fun of your fruit-shaped erasers. Back then he hadn’t been as careful with his words and his comment about your tangerine-looking school supply had embarrassed you, and you replaced the orange thing with a regular, boring blue and red eraser that smelled of nothing but rubber. 

He’d still been sensitive enough to notice the change, and the very next day you came into the classroom to find a brand new grape-scented gel pen and a notepad with strawberry prints. Not to mention the brand new deskmate in the form of a bowl-cut teenager Tae. 

He’d been handsome and charming even then, but nothing compared to the thirty year old version of him which now sat next to you inside his car. 

“We don't have to stay long, I swear.” you told him from the passenger’s seat, more than a little guilty for making you both miss the movie tonight. “I really forgot I promised May I'd come tonight.”

“Babe, it's fine.” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, following the GPS and taking a smooth right turn. “I didn’t complain once about this.” 

“I know. You never complain.” which somehow made you feel worse. 

“As long as we get to hang out, I don't care.” he shrugged, carefree and gentle as always. 

“Okay.”

“Just relax.” he laughed again, placing his warm palm on your thigh, which did the opposite of relaxing you. “Is this the house?”

You pointed to the next house over through the windshield. “It's the next one, but we can park here and walk up.” 

You could already see a few cars that you knew belonged to your friends and their friends, in front of May’s newly acquired home. Taehyung saw the same parking spot you had noticed and used one hand to parallel park in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it was. 

You even had to distract yourself by checking the road, trying to keep busy and useful, with little hints of ‘a little more to the right’ and ‘now two inches ahead’, which he absolutely did not need. But you needed it, because focusing on how his biceps bulged every time he maneuvered and noticing the veins of his forearm would do very little for your mental health right now. 

“Can you reach the flowers in the back?” Taehyung asked as he turned off the engine of the car. 

“I think so.” you unbuckled your seatbelt. 

As you reached through the space between your seat and the driver’s, carefully reaching for the pretty flowers you bought to bring tonight, Taehyung got out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you. And you knew him long enough to know he’d planned for this.

“And they say chivalry is dead.” you mused, letting him help you hop off with a familiar hand at your waist.  

“‘They’ sound dumb.” Taehyung grinned, proud of himself. 

You let him take the flowers from you, just so you could fix your dress that had moved up during the ride and the hop; it was still a nice dress that didn’t uncover much of your skin if you were standing. Definitely not ‘movies appropriate’, but perfect for a housewarming party such as this one. 

May had promised you that it wouldn’t be a party at all, but a get together so she could show off her new place to her closest friends. Which definitely included you, but maybe not your plus one. 

Even if the man himself looked sinful in simple blue jeans, a white shirt and red jacket with fun patches you knew he’d ironed in during a moment of fashion boredom. It also didn’t help your case that he’d styled his hair tonight in messy little waves that sat away from his forehead, when you told him once this week that you liked that look on him. 

The walk from the car to the right house was a short one, not enough for your feet to hurt in your heels, and much less for you to get lost, but Taehyung still stood next to you like you were about to get too far away from him. 

“Do you think we need to knock?” you asked once you reached the front door, hearing laughs and music from the inside. 

“It's your friend's housewarming, you tell me.” he said, handing you the flowers so you could be the one to deliver them. 

“I think we're good.” you decided. 

You turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and let yourself and Taehyung in. The small mountain of shoes at the entrance told you this was a no-shoes new house, and you were thankful for taking off your heels before your feet started to hurt too much. Taehyung was taking off his red sneakers when you heard a squeal. 

“There she is!” May showed up at the entrance of the living room, looking gorgeous with a pink dress that looked like a cloud. 

“Was ‘cotton candy’ the theme for tonight?” you laughed, rushing to meet her and offer her a hug.  

“The theme is ‘this is my new house and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want’.” she shrugged, taking the flowers with the biggest smile. “You brought me flowers!”

“Your real gift is being delivered later this week.” you told her, as if flowers weren’t an appropriate gift for an achievement like this. 

May was about to wave you off, to tell you not to worry, but then she saw something over your shoulder, which made her jaw drop. At least she had the common sense to whisper her next question: “You brought Taehyung?” 

“Is that okay?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer. 

“Just don't drool on my new carpet.” she teased, pushing past you to hug your friend. “Hey, Taetae, long time, huh? Feel right at home!” 

“Thanks, May-ssi.” Taehyung hugged her back, but his hands still looked for the spaces on her body that were covered by her dress. “I like what you did with the place.” 

“You should see upstairs.” she winked, walking ahead and leading the two of you to where the others were hanging out.  

“Seriously, the spare room is going to see me more often than my boyfriend's couch.” Jimin was sitting on the arm of a chair he was sharing with Seokjin; both men were your friends you met in college.  

“If it has a bed, then it definitely should.” you snorted, wondering which ‘boyfriend’ Jimin meant this time. You hoped it was Hoseok, but the couch mentioned made you guess it was probably Jungkook. “Did we miss the tour?”

“Just the first round, I'll take you around later.” May explained, grabbing you by the wrist and waving Jimin to follow. “We're about to make margaritas in my new blender.” 

“Oh, nice.”

You didn’t feel like separating from Taehyung right now, especially when you knew he’d be the odd man out; even if he’d already been introduced to everyone in the house at least once before and he was the social butterfly out of the two of you. You only let May and Jimin lead you away because Namjoon was already getting up to greet Taehyung in that little half-hug, half-pat on the back that boys do when they are pretending to be more familiar than they actually are. 

The kitchen was definitely a feature area in the house, just a little ahead from the living room, but still close enough that you could see everything. It was much bigger than May’s old one, and everything looked brand new. It made you really proud of the girl, when you knew she had been saving for years after living in a shoe-box apartment so she could splurge like this. 

“Wow, you even have a kitchen island!” you gushed, knowing it had been one of the deal makers for her to get this place. 

“I knoooow, she’s my baby!” May caressed the island with light hands, as if a harsher touch could actually scratch the marble. 

“She’s very pretty.” you entered the kitchen to help out making the drinks. 

May immediately claimed the spot in front of the blender like a mother hen, peeling the plastic off one last button you hadn’t even noticed still had a corner lifting, while Jimin laughed and reached for the bag of ice on the counter. 

You grabbed the limes and started cutting them in halves with the help of a cutting board, the clean citrus smell mixing with the sharp bite of tequila the second May twisted the cap open.

“So you brought Tae, huh?” Jimin didn’t take long enough to bring it up. 

“He's my best friend, it's not weird.” you justified, watching Jimin steal one of the lime wedges only to wince when the juice hit his tongue straight.

“I'm your best friend.” May corrected, spreading salt on a small plate and the ice was dumped into the pitcher.

You rolled your eyes. “He's my boy best friend.”

“Press her once more and she'll use the right word.” Jimin told May with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“Stop, it's not like that.” you grumbled, looking out to the living room to make sure no one outside the kitchen was listening. 

“You want it to be.” May said, and you had no arguments for her when she knew too much. “I'm just saying bringing him here tonight is a couplely move.”

“There are plenty of single people here.” you wiped your fingers on a paper towel, passed May the last lime half, and stepped closer when she started adding everything in, all three of you crowding around the blender.

“Looking to hook up with other single people.” May was not only the owner of a new house, but of very good points as well, it seemed. “Just ask Alyssa.”

You wish the mention of the girl’s name didn’t hit you square in the chest like it did. It’s not like you had anything against her, not really… She had been nothing but nice to you ever since you met, the kind of girl that lights up rooms and people write songs about. But she’d also had her eyes on Taehyung every time you brought him around. 

“Alyssa is here?” you asked again, because you hadn’t seen her when you first came in. 

“Worried?” Jimin asked, already knowing the answer when your shoulders dropped. 

You turned around before you could stop yourself, eyes crossing the open space of the living room until they found Taehyung near the wall, one shoulder tipped back against it like he had settled there for only a second and somehow gotten stuck. 

Alyssa stood close enough that it made something in your stomach pull tight, her hand brushing his arm when she laughed, head tilted just a little too prettily, the whole thing carrying that soft, easy kind of flirting girls like her never had to force. Taehyung laughed too, looking down at her with that warm attention that always did dangerous things to your insides, and even from the kitchen you could see how comfortable he looked standing there with her, how natural it seemed, and the sight hit in one clean, ugly wave that sat hot and heavy under your ribs.

May slid the blender pitcher closer to the line of cups and announced that the margaritas were done, Jimin already reaching to help pass glasses around just as Seokjin and Namjoon drifted into the kitchen like they had followed the sound of people having a better time somewhere else. 

There was no big call for everyone to move, no moment made out of it, just the easy shuffle of people grabbing their drinks and heading toward the patio together, talking over one another on the way out. 

You turned on instinct, your own drink already in your hand, ready to ask Taehyung if he wanted to come with you, but stopped when you caught Alyssa handing Taehyung's phone back to him, as if he’d just typed something on it. The thought landed quietly, not sharp enough to make you angry, only enough to make you step back from calling to your best friend. 

Because if something was happening there, if they wanted to keep talking, then you were not about to get in the middle of it.

The backyard looked just as new as the rest of the house, a clean stone patio stretched out from the back doors, stepping down into a small square of trimmed grass bordered by dark rocks and carefully placed shrubs. 

Off to one side, May had already set up a couple of outdoor couches with cream cushions that still looked too untouched, like nobody had fully broken them in yet, while a few lawn chairs were scattered around in a loose circle as if people had started claiming spots before the party even properly settled. There were tall planters near the fence, soft garden lights fixed low along the edges.

You ended up dropping into the space between Jimin and Seokjin on one of the couches, tucking one leg under yourself as you brought the margarita to your mouth for another careful sip. It had way too much tequila for your taste, the kind that burned first and tasted like lime second, so you took it slow and let the cold glass rest against your thigh between sips.

“Too strong?” Jimin asked, one look at your face giving you away.

“May still makes drinks like she was trying to disinfect us from the inside out.” you swallowed and gave the drink a suspicious look.

“That means it’s a good drink.” Seokjin let out a laugh into his own cup. 

“No, it meant she lost count halfway through pouring.” you corrected with a little grimace.

“Same thing.” Jin said with a shrug. 

Jimin leaned forward, whispering conspiratorily: “Give it ten minutes and Namjoon is going to start talking about real estate like he personally helped build the house.”

“I heard that–” Namjoon huffed from one of the lawn chairs where he was lounging.

“I wasn’t hiding it from you.” Jimin shot back.

You smiled into your glass, shoulders loosening a little as Seokjin bumped his knee lightly against yours.

“Remember her old apartment?” Seokjin asked.

“I still have nightmares about that bathroom.” Jimin made a face immediately. “You could brush your teeth while sitting on the toilet.”

“That was an efficient design!” you said, a little defensive even despite your laughs. That bathroom had seen a lot of your hungover mornings and it never told your secrets. 

“That was poverty!” May yelled from across the patio, making all three of you laugh.

“And yet,” Seokjin went on, looking around with exaggerated seriousness, “we all still came over every weekend like we were living the free life.”

“We were twenty-two and stupid.” Jimin said with a raise of his glass.

“We were twenty-two and jobless.” you raised your own glass just to feel young again.

Jimin turned to you with fake offense all over his pretty face: “I had a job.”

“You worked at your uncle’s café two afternoons a week.” Namjoon rebutted with a scoff. 

“It was still employment!” Jimin whined. 

Seokjin nodded. “Part-time nepo baby.”

Jimin gasped, hand to chest, and you finally laughed around the next sip, wincing right after when the tequila hit again:

“To May’s new house.”

“To May’s new house.” you echoed, touching your glass lightly to theirs as the conversation rolled on like it always had, easy and warm and worn in from years of knowing exactly how to pull laughter out of each other.

And then you noticed him almost right away, even with the patio full enough to split your attention. Through the glass doors, Taehyung paused on the other side of the porch light, eyes moving over the backyard like he was searching for someone specific, and your heart gave one small, stupid jump the second his face changed when he found you. 

It was immediate, easy to read even from where you sat. Something in him lit up, softening his whole face before he even stepped outside, and you hated what that one look did to you after everything you had just told yourself in the kitchen.

Jimin noticed too, because of course he did. He cleared his throat beside you and nudged your arm with his elbow in a way that was far too knowing to be innocent, then pushed himself up with his drink and casually abandoned his spot, moving to annoy Namjoon’s personal space. 

By the time you looked back up, Taehyung was already there, catching the open space like it had always been meant to be his. He sat down beside you without hesitation, pulling off his red jacket before you could ask what he was doing, and draped it over your legs in one easy movement, covering your bare thighs and the side of your dress the night air had started getting to. The gesture was so natural it almost felt practiced.

Your eyes lifted on instinct, scanning past his shoulder, almost expecting Alyssa to appear behind him or step out onto the patio a second later, but the glass doors only showed the warm blur of people still inside, moving through the kitchen and living room with drinks of their own. 

“I got this for you.” Taehyung held up a small mandarin between his fingers, and it looked almost ridiculous in his hand, bright and glossy and so much smaller than his palm that it made you smile before you could keep yourself in check. 

Even from that close, you could spot the tiny hot-stamped Jeju sticker pressed onto the peel, the kind that made it obvious this was not just any fruit someone grabbed from a corner store, but from somewhere expensive.

“Where did you find that?” you chuckled, already feeling the rest of the patio blur at the edges as your attention settled fully on him.

“May’s fridge.” he shrugged, like snooping through someone’s kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.

“When she said feel at home, I don’t think that’s what she meant–” 

Taehyung only shrugged, like of course he had stolen fruit out of someone else’s fridge for you, like that did not need any further explanation. Then he lowered his eyes to the mandarin and started peeling it with a care that made your chest feel strangely tight. His thumb pressed into the skin just enough to break it, the peel lifting back in soft strips under his fingers, and each little squeeze released that fresh, sweet citrus scent into the cold air between you. 

You watched his hands more than you meant to, the steady way he worked, unhurried and precise, and it did something unfair to your heart when it should have been the simplest thing in the world. But it was coming from him, which made it feel like more.

With was always more with Taehyung. 

Once the fruit was bare in his palm, he split off one piece and started pulling away the thin white strings clinging to it, taking his time with the same quiet focus. You knew exactly why he was doing it. He had seen you pick at them before, complaining about the texture until only the clean pulp was left.

“Damn, let the girl eat some fibers.” Seokjin said from your other side, amusement easy in his voice.

Taehyung did not even look up. “I like enabling her.”

“You’re the only one.” Seokjin shot back, the kind of teasing that had always belonged to the two of you.

Taehyung’s mouth twitched, but there was something a little firmer under it when he answered: 

“She only needs one, so.” he kept going, stripping the last stubborn bit of white from the piece between his fingers like Seokjin had not said a thing.

One of the girls sitting near May let out a dramatic sound. 

“That’s actually sick. My boyfriend won’t even bring me water, and you’re out here peeling the strings off too?”

Another voice laughed with her, but it all blurred a little at the edges for you. You almost waited for Taehyung to correct it, to say it was not like that, that he was just being nice. He never did. He only looked at you, the peeled piece of fruit held up near your mouth, his eyes steady enough to make your pulse trip over itself. 

When you leaned in and took it with your lips, his gaze stayed there the whole time, fixed on your mouth in a way that made the sweet burst of juice feel secondary to the heat climbing up your neck.

“I’m not always on board with stealing, but this is actually really good.” you said after swallowing, still tasting the burst of sweet juice on your tongue.

Taehyung smiled under his breath like that had been the point all along, already working on the next piece before the first one had barely gone down. The orange peel, the thin white strings, even two small seeds he had picked out rested carelessly on the knees of his jeans, and he did not seem bothered by any of it. 

His hands kept moving with the same quiet patience, making a mess of himself so you would not have to deal with any of it. 

“Alyssa brought them for May.” he said, glancing down at the fruit as he cleaned another segment for you. “As a house gift, I think. She said they came from some farmer’s market near her place that gets them from Jeju Island.”

“Oh.”

“I asked for the guy’s number. If you want more, I can get them for you.” he gave one small shrug, like this had all been obvious. 

Your stomach fluttered again at the mention of Alyssa, but this time it turned on itself almost right away, the ugly little knot loosening as fast as it had formed. You looked at him for a second, then at the fruit in his hand, and the alcohol warming your chest made your mouth move before your pride could stop it: “I thought she gave you her number.”

“Why would I need her number?” Taehyung finally looked up, eyebrows pulling together like the idea had not crossed his mind once. 

“Have you looked at her?” you let out a soft scoff, trying to play it off even as your face felt warmer than it should have. 

He held the next piece up to your mouth before answering, waiting until you leaned in and took it from his fingers. 

“She’s not my type.” he said simply.

Jimin, who had absolutely been listening from his seat this whole time, made a delighted sound like he had just been handed gossip and dessert at the same time. 

“What’s your type, Taehyung-ssi?” the man wanted to know immediately. 

Taehyung did not even hesitate. He kept his eyes on the mandarin in his hands as he peeled away another stubborn string, but the corner of his mouth lifted. 

“Someone who still uses gel pens to write notes and refuses to eat fiber unless it comes from popcorn.”

The reactions that followed stayed soft everywhere but under your own skin. One of the girls let out an immediate, breathy ‘aw’, another groaned like she had just witnessed something unfair, and Jimin’s mouth curved into that deeply satisfied little smile of someone who had seen this coming from ten miles away. 

Beside you, Seokjin lifted his hand toward Taehyung for a high five over the boldness of the words, only to be completely ignored as Taehyung kept working on the fruit like nothing had happened. 

Seokjin looked at his own hand for a second, then slapped it against his other palm himself, and that was what earned the quiet burst of laughter from the group.

“Is there something you didn’t tell us?” May asked from across the patio, narrowing her eyes at the two of you with instant suspicion. “You would tell me if you’re dating, right?”

“We’re not.” Taehyung glanced up at that, then back down to the mandarin in his hands. Something in your chest dipped before he added, just as simply: “I was hoping we would be, after tonight.”

You turned to look at him so fast your shoulder brushed his. “What?”

“Our movie date got cut short.” only then did he lift his eyes to yours, and there was nothing dramatic in his face, nothing played up for the people around you. He just looked at you openly, like this was the easiest truth in the world to say. “Now all I have left is peeling mandarins and hoping you understand what I’m doing.”

For a second, you could only stare at him.

The patio did not go silent. People were still talking around you, May was still laughing somewhere to your left, a chair scraped lightly over stone, and somebody inside the house opened one of the sliding doors just enough for a swell of music to spill out before it shut again. 

But all of it felt farther away now, softened at the edges, like the whole night had folded in around the small space the two of you occupied on the patio couch.

Taehyung, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was, knee pressed lightly to yours under the weight of his jacket still draped over your legs. He picked a seed from the next segment and dropped it onto his jeans with the rest of the mess, not caring in the slightest what he looked like.

“So,” he said, quieter now, only for you. “Did it get the point across?”

You looked at the fruit in his hand, at the white strings gathered over the blue denim on his knees, at the bright peel curled near his leg, then back at his face. He was watching you with that same open steadiness, like he was not nervous at all, like saying what he meant had never once felt unnatural to him.

Your stomach fluttered so hard it almost hurt.

“Maybe a little.” you murmured.

“A little?” his eyebrows lifted.

“You might have to keep going.” your heart was fluttering like crazy in your chest. 

The grin that spread over his face came slow and warm, lighting him up in a way that made your chest squeeze all over again. 

“That’s fine.” he said, already lifting the next perfect piece to your mouth. “I bought myself at least another five minutes with this one.”

You were full on expecting things to become awkward between you and Taehyung, after the small and blunt, but very honest confession that passed between the two of you, in front of all of your other friends, no less. Instead, even when it was just the two of you inside his car, his fingers smelling of mandarin juice and you smelling of the perfume that clung to his jacket you were now wearing, the mood was light. 

Well, as light as it could be, now that you knew tonight was supposed to be your first date with your best friend. It was all so surreal to you, that you couldn’t find the right words to say, or even any wrong ones, just to break the silence. And Taehyung clearly noticed it, too, when he started driving away from May’s new neighborhood and said: 

“Was I out of line?” his tone was low and calm, so much so that you almost missed the question.  

“Huh?” you looked at him, noticing how both hands on the steering wheel now. You shook your head right away. “No, you were… You. Which, for the record, is how I like you.”

“Careful with that word now, babe.” his shoulders seemed to relax, but just a smidge. “I might think you mean it.” 

“You peeled me an expensive mandarin, of course I mean it.” you chuckled, taking your own leap of faith and resting your hand on his thigh, just like he had done to you so many times before.  

“That’s what did it, huh?” his right hand rested on top of yours, and as much as you’d held hands before, it never felt quite like this.  

“Actually, what did it was you bribing my desk-mate to exchange places with you so you could sit by my side in school.” you told him with a new laugh, feeling the small clench of his fingers around yours. “The mandarin only reminded me you’ve always been like this with me.”

Taehyung let your words sink in, the fact that you had a crush on him for decades now. You watched his small pout disappear just as fast as it appeared, like he wondered, just for a moment, how much time you lost by being young and not knowing any better. But then he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, like he decided no time would be wasted from now on. 

“So am I dropping you off?” Taehyung asked you, and there was a lot more behind those words than you might have been expecting. “Or do I get a little more time tonight?” 

“Can you peel this one for breakfast tomorrow?” you pulled the second mandarin from the jacket’s pocket, making Taehyung laugh so hard it filled the car. 

“I definitely can.” 

The conversation kept flowing as he drove, easy and unforced, moving from one thought to the next with the kind of rhythm that only came from knowing someone for years. 

It was light, familiar, full of the little things that would have sounded meaningless to anyone else, but with him it never felt like filling silence. Your hand stayed in his over the center console, his thumb brushing yours every now and then as the city passed outside in quiet stretches of yellow light.

Nothing about it felt staged or fragile, nothing about it made you nervous in the way new things usually did for you. If anything, it felt like stepping into something that had been waiting for you both for a very long time, and now that you were finally here, there was no awkwardness to it at all. 

The walk from the car to the elevator of his building was quiet, your heels clicking softly beside his sneakers. His red jacket still hung over your shoulders, carrying his warmth and that faint cologne you’d known for years. Taehyung kept one hand lightly at the small of your back, guiding you without any real pressure, like he just needed the contact.

Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the soft hum filled the small space. You leaned against the mirrored wall, watching him press the button for his floor. When he turned back to you, the air felt thicker. He stepped closer, not quite crowding you, but close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes and smell the faint citrus still clinging to his fingers.

“Hi.” he murmured, almost silly after everything tonight.

“Hi.” you whispered back, biting down on a smile.

The elevator dinged far too soon. Taehyung took your hand again as you stepped out into the quiet hallway, his thumb brushing your knuckles the whole way to his door.

He unlocked it with one hand, pushing the door open and letting you step inside first. The familiar scent of his apartment wrapped around you, clean laundry, a hint of sandalwood, and something that was just undeniably him. You kicked off your heels by the door out of habit, toes sinking into the soft rug. Taehyung followed, toeing off his red sneakers and setting them neatly beside yours like they belonged there.

The click of the door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have.

For a second you both just stood there in the entryway, the weight of the night settling around you. Then Taehyung moved.

One hand came up to rest on the door beside your head, the other gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. He stepped in until his body was only a breath away from yours, caging you in without trapping you; tall, warm, and so close you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through his white shirt.

His eyes searched yours, dark and steady, a tiny furrow between his brows like he was holding his breath.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “But if it feels wrong… if it’s awkward… we stop. We go back to mandarins and movie nights and I’ll still be the happiest guy in the world just being your best friend. Okay?”

Your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You nodded, swallowing past the flutter in your throat.

“Okay.”

Taehyung leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His nose brushed yours first, soft and tentative. Then his lips touched yours, gentle and warm, testing. The first press was feather-light, almost careful, like he was afraid the years between you might shatter if he pushed too hard.

For one heartbeat it felt like the world held its breath with you.

Then something clicked.

His lips moved against yours with quiet certainty, tilting his head just enough to fit better, and the kiss deepened naturally, sweetly, like breathing. There was no awkwardness, no clash of noses or hesitation in rhythm. Just warmth, the faint taste of mandarin and the way his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.

A soft sound escaped you, half sigh, half relief, and Taehyung answered it with a tiny, involuntary hum against your mouth, like the tension he’d been carrying for years finally unraveled.

When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing a little faster, his eyes were shining.

“Fuck.” he whispered, a soft laugh coloring the word. “That didn’t feel like breaking anything.”

“No… it felt like finally starting.” you let out a shaky laugh too, your hands having found their way to his chest at some point, fingers curled into his shirt. 

His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes following the motion with open wonder.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and a little rough. “Yeah.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, but still unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every second of it. One hand stayed at the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies pressed together. The kiss stayed sweet, but there was a quiet thrill underneath it now, a spark that made your stomach flip and your fingers tighten in his shirt.

When you finally parted, Taehyung didn’t step back. He stayed right there, caged around you against the door, smiling that small, private smile you’d only ever seen aimed at you.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh: “We just kissed.”

“We did.” he whispered back, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. His thumb brushed your cheek again, like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do that now. “And it was… good. Really good.”

“Really good.” you echoed, feeling giddy and warm all over.

Taehyung pressed one last gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back just enough to let you breathe. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and tugged you gently away from the door.

“Come here.” he said, voice soft and a little shy as he led you down the short hallway into the living room. 

The space was familiar just like the rest of the apartment, the big comfortable couch you’d both fallen asleep on during countless movie nights, the low lamp casting a warm glow that never seemed to be turned off, no matter how much you pointed out his energy bill.

You both dropped onto the couch, knees bumping, and suddenly the giggles hit. Soft, unstoppable little laughs that came from pure relief and disbelief.

“I can’t believe you’re finally my girl.” Taehyung laughed under his breath, and if it was anyone else saying those words, you would have cringed. But it was Tae, so the words landed so sweetly that your chest fluttered hard. 

“Your girl?” you repeated, teasing but unable to hide how much you liked hearing it.

“Yeah.” he sounded almost shy now, the confident Taehyung from the patio giving way to the boy who once bought you a grape gel pen just to make up for embarrassing you. “If you want to be.”

The moment stretched tender and sweet between you until Taehyung’s expression shifted into something more careful, more concerned.

“Hey… you’re not drunk, right?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly. “May’s margaritas are no joke. You said they were strong.”

“I’m fine, Tae. I barely drank half of it.” you shook your head quickly, smiling at how thoughtful he was even now. “The tequila hit hard at first, but I’m perfectly sober, I promise.”

“Okay. But just in case… wait here.” he studied your face for a second longer, then nodded, still looking a little protective. 

Before you could protest, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his socked feet quiet on the floor. 

While he was gone, you shrugged off his red jacket, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of the couch. The cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin now that you were no longer covered by the heavy fabric. Your dress suddenly felt a little shorter, a little more revealing than it had all night, the neckline sitting lower, the hem riding up just enough on your thighs as you sat with your legs tucked under you.

You were suddenly very aware of how much you were showing, and even more aware that Taehyung would notice the second he came back.

The thought sent another flutter through your stomach, nervous, but the good kind.

You heard the fridge door close, the soft clink of a glass bottle, and then his footsteps returning. When Taehyung stepped back into the living room with the cold bottle of water in hand, his eyes did exactly what you expected: they flicked down to your bare shoulders, the curve of your collarbones, the way the dress now clung a little differently without the jacket hiding you.

He paused for half a second, throat working as he swallowed. Then he cleared it softly and continued toward you, handing you the water with a small, warm smile that didn’t quite hide the new heat in his gaze.

“Here.” he said, voice a touch lower than before. “Drink some.”

You took the cold bottle from him, your fingers brushing his in a way that felt more intentional now. The first sip of water was refreshing against the lingering warmth of the margarita and the heat still blooming under your skin from his kisses. Taehyung watched you the whole time, eyes soft but noticeably darker as they traced the line of your throat and then dropped lower.

“You look really pretty like this.” he cleared his throat quietly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. 

“Like what?” you asked, teasing even though your cheeks warmed.

“Without my jacket hiding you.” his gaze flicked down again, then back to your face, almost apologetic. “I don’t know where to put my hands now.”

The honest admission made you laugh softly, the sound light and affectionate. You set the water on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch until your knees pressed together. 

“You can put them on me, Tae.” you told him easily. “We’re not exactly strangers.”

He let out a breath that sounded half-relieved, half-nervous, and reached for you. One warm palm settled carefully on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress, while the other came up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing circles. The touch was gentle, still testing, like he was giving you every chance to guide him or slow him down.

For a moment you just sat there like that, sitting close, breathing each other in, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around you. Then Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the side, landing on the second mandarin you’d pulled from his jacket pocket earlier and left on the coffee table.

A small, fond smile crossed his face. 

“I know you said you wanted that for breakfast, but you can have it now, if you’re hungry. We didn’t eat much tonight.” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “You want me to peel it?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hide how much the simple offer affected you. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

He picked up the fruit with the hand that had been on your neck, but his fingers were noticeably less steady than they’d been on the patio, a faint tremble as he started working the peel. The citrus scent bloomed between you again, sharp and sweet, mixing with the warm sandalwood of his apartment. 

You watched his hands, the way his long fingers pressed into the skin, peeling it back in careful strips. Juice glistened on his fingertips, and every now and then his eyes would flick up to yours, checking, wanting.

When he finally split off a clean segment and began pulling away the thin white strings with the same patient focus as before, you felt the familiar flutter low in your stomach, only stronger now, heavier with everything that had already changed tonight.

Taehyung held the piece up between you, offering it like he had on the patio. But this time, instead of simply taking it with your lips, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around it… and around the tips of his fingers.

The juice burst sweet across your tongue. You let your lips linger for a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing softly against his skin to catch the sticky citrus that clung there. Your eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, wide, warm, and a little daring.

Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. His whole body went still except for the faint tremor that ran through the hand still resting on your thigh. His pupils blew wide, dark and stunned, as he watched you slowly pull back, lips sliding off his fingers with one last gentle swipe of your tongue.

“You can’t do this to me…” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the softest way. The words came out almost like a plea, but his eyes were shining with pure want. “Not after waiting this long. Not when you look at me like that.”

The air between you felt heavier now, thicker with the citrus scent still clinging to his fingers and the quiet sound of your breathing. You smiled, a little shy, a little bold, and licked your lips once more just to watch the way his gaze followed the motion.

Before you could say anything, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower, warm and curious. 

“Let me have a taste too.” he murmured, eyes flicking from your mouth back to the half-peeled mandarin in his hand. “See what all the fuss is about.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he broke off another small segment, but this time he didn’t offer it to you. He popped it into his own mouth first, chewing slowly, juice glistening on his lower lip. Then he leaned in, one hand still resting high on your thigh.

The kiss started soft again, like you were learning he liked, just the press of his lips against yours, but the moment his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, it deepened into something far more sensual. 

He tasted like sweet mandarin and warmth, and he explored you unhurriedly, like he wanted to learn every detail. Taehyung’s teeth caught your bottom lip in a gentle nibble, tugging lightly before soothing it with his tongue. You sighed into him, and he answered by sucking softly on your tongue, slow and drawing another quiet sound from your throat.

Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up into his messy waves, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine. Taehyung’s free hand didn’t stay still either, it slipped beneath the hem of your dress, palm gliding slowly up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping just short of where the fabric ended higher up. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, teasing the edge of your underwear without pushing further, like he was still giving you every chance to set the pace.

Tae pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours with every word: 

“God, you taste even better like this.” he whispered, voice rough and shaky with want. His fingers flexed gently on your thigh, the other hand still tangled in your hair. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay? I just… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long. Touching you.”

You answered by pulling him back in, your own hands tightening in his hair as the kiss picked up again, deeper, slower, more exploratory. His palm slid a little higher under your dress, the heat of his touch making your stomach tighten with anticipation, while your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, earning you another low, pleased sound from deep in his chest.

Everything stayed tender, but the spark from the mandarin moment had ignited into a slow-burning flame that was quickly becoming impossible to ignore.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, lips slightly swollen, hair deliciously messed up from your fingers. His hand was still warm under the hem of your dress, resting high on your thigh, but you wanted it closer.

“Stand up for me?” he asked softly, voice husky but gentle, like he was still checking if this was okay.

You nodded, heart hammering. He helped you to your feet, both of you rising from the couch in one fluid motion. Once you were standing, Taehyung stayed seated for a second longer, looking up at you with open wonder. Then he rose too, tall frame unfolding until he towered over you, broad shoulders and warm presence making the space between you feel smaller in the best way.

His hands found your waist first, steady and warm. 

“Can I…?” he murmured, fingers brushing the zipper at the side of your dress.

“Yes.” you whispered.

He pulled the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, and with careful hands he eased the dress off your shoulders. It slid down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties. No bra, the cool air kissing your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.

Taehyung’s breath caught audibly. His eyes dropped to your bare breasts, dark and appreciative, lingering. 

“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” he said, almost under his breath, like the words slipped out before he could stop them. One large hand came up, hesitating just a moment before his palm gently cupped the underside of one breast, thumb brushing over the soft curve. “I didn’t know… God, I didn’t know you were this perfect.”

The size difference hit you then, him standing so close, so much taller, his broad frame making you feel small and cherished all at once. You swallowed, warmth flooding your cheeks and lower belly.

Taehyung seemed to notice the effect too. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, one hand still on your breast, the other resting at your waist. “Look at you.” he murmured, voice low, like he knew exactly what to say to undo you. “So small next to me… and still driving me crazy.”

“You’re not exactly small yourself, Tae.” you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped, even as your pulse raced. 

His grin widened for a second, warm and affectionate, before he stepped back just enough to reach behind his neck and tug his white shirt off in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor beside your dress. Your eyes drank him in; the smooth, tanned planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his stomach, the way his shoulders looked even broader without anything covering them. You had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with permission to stare. Never with the knowledge that you could touch.

For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at each other in the soft lamplight. The tension was thick, palpable, crackling in the silence. His eyes traced every inch of your bare skin; yours did the same to him, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his jeans, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now, the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

Taehyung was the first to move. He took your hand and guided you back toward the couch, his touch gentle despite the heat in his gaze. “Come here, my girl.”

He eased you down onto your back, following you so he settled between your parted legs. The couch was wide enough that he could brace himself on one forearm without crushing you, his body covering yours in warm, delicious weight. The moment he lowered himself, you felt the hard line of his cock press against your core through the thin layers of fabric still separating you, denim against lace, hot and insistent.

A soft gasp left your lips at the contact.

Taehyung groaned quietly, forehead dropping to your collarbones. 

“Sorry… you just feel so good already.” he rolled his hips once, slow and lazy, letting you feel him fully. Then he captured your mouth again in a heated, unhurried kiss.

This kiss was lazier than the ones before, deeper and more indulgent. His tongue slid against yours in slow strokes, occasionally pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip or suck gently on your tongue the way you were quickly learning he loved. Your hands roamed freely now, one threading back into his messy waves, the other sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms as he moved.

Tae’s own hands weren’t idle. One stayed at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened under his touch. The other slipped between your bodies, palm gliding up your inner thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, teasing without rushing. All the while he kept that slow, grinding rhythm against you, his cock pressing and rubbing right where you needed him most through the fabric.

Every roll of his hips sent sparks through you. Every sigh and quiet moan he drew from your mouth seemed to make him hungrier, yet he never hurried, like he wanted to savor every second of finally having you like this.

“Been dreaming about this… having you under me. Feeling you like this.” his voice was low and rough against your lips, every word punctuated by another slow roll of his hips that pressed his cock harder against your clothed pussy. 

You whimpered softly, fingers tightening in his hair, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.

Taehyung kissed you once more, deep and lingering, before he began to trail his mouth downward. He took his time, lips brushing along your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. When he reached your neck he sucked lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made your breath hitch. Lower still, his mouth found your collarbone, then the swell of your breast.

He groaned the moment his lips closed around your nipple, warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the peaked bud, then with more intention in slow, rhythmic pulls that had your back arching off the couch. 

A soft cry escaped you when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, followed immediately by soothing licks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and biting until the skin flushed and bore faint red marks that would bloom later. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t attending to, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just released.

Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between your legs. You writhed beneath him, one hand still tangled in his messy waves, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips rolled up instinctively, seeking more friction.

Taehyung hummed in satisfaction against your skin, the vibration traveling through you. He kissed a slow, wet path down the center of your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle breathlessly before the sound melted into another moan. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes gleaming with heat and quiet awe.

His hand slipped beneath the lace without warning, two long fingers gliding through your folds. The moment he felt how slick you were, a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” he murmured, voice thick with wonder. His fingers teased your entrance, circling slowly, spreading the wetness up to your clit without quite giving you the pressure you craved. “All this for me? Been thinking about me like this too?”

You nodded frantically, hips twitching under his touch. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable now.

He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of your panties, then looked up again, lips curved in a small, teasing smile: “I wonder if you taste even better than those Jeju mandarins.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. 

“Tae… please. Find out.” you whined, high and needy, fingers tightening in his hair. 

That was all he needed.

You lifted your hips eagerly, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. He tossed the lace aside, leaving you completely bare beneath him. For a moment he just looked, eyes dark, chest rising faster, taking in every inch of you spread out on his couch.

Then he settled lower between your thighs, broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart. He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, alternating sides, getting closer and closer until you felt his warm breath against your pussy.

The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit that had your back arching sharply off the cushions. Taehyung moaned loudly against you, the sound raw and unrestrained, like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had.

“God… you taste so fucking good.” he groaned, voice muffled against your folds. He dove back in with the same patient, exploratory focus he’d shown with every kiss and every peeled mandarin. His tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened again to lap at you broadly, savoring every drop. He alternated between long, luxurious licks and gentle suction, humming and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.

When two of his long fingers slipped inside you, curling slowly to find that perfect spot, your moan broke into a shaky cry. He pumped them lazily at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your hips started to rock against his face. His free hand stayed on your stomach, holding you gently in place while he devoured you, wet, obscene sounds filling the living room along with your gasps and whimpers.

Taehyung was lost in it. Every time you clenched around his fingers or tugged harder at his hair, he groaned louder, hips subtly grinding against the couch for his own relief. He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then soothed with broad licks again, completely focused on pulling more of those sounds from you.

You were trembling, thighs tightening around his head, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice hoarse and dripping with need. 

“That’s it, my girl… let me hear you.” he teased, and then the next words almost did you right then and there: “Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”

Taehyung’s voice was barely more than a growl against your soaked pussy before he dove back in with renewed hunger. His mouth turned starved, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, then sucking it between his lips with firm, insistent pulls that made your thighs shake. 

He groaned loudly into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt as two long fingers pumped deeper inside you, stretching you open with every thrust.

He was relentless now, lost in the taste of you. His tongue worked faster, alternating between quick, desperate licks and hard suction, while his fingers curled and scissored, always  aiming for that spot that made your back bow off the couch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room, the slick slide of his fingers, the obscene noises of his mouth devouring your pussy, your own broken moans growing louder and more desperate.

Your hips rocked frantically against his face, chasing the pleasure as it built unbearably fast. One hand fisted tight in his messy waves, the other gripping the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Tae– oh god, Tae–” you gasped, voice cracking.

He moaned in response, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, stretching your tight cunt around them. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.

Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Taehyung didn’t slow down, he kept licking and sucking through every wave, groaning like he was the one coming undone, milking every last tremor from your body until you were trembling and gasping beneath him.

Only when your hips started twitching from oversensitivity did he finally ease up. He gentled his tongue into slow, soothing licks, then carefully withdrew his fingers, replacing them with one last soft kiss to your pulsing clit.

Taehyung climbed up your body slowly, kissing a wet trail up your stomach and between your breasts before burying his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers slid back between your legs, gently pumping into your soaked cunt again, slow, lazy strokes to ease you through the aftershocks. Like now that he had a feel of you, his fingers couldn’t stay away. 

And despite the oversensitivity, you couldn’t get enough of it either.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to your chest, one hand stroking through his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles over his bare back. Both of you were breathing hard, skin warm and slightly damp with sweat.

“Fuck, Tae…” you whispered, voice still shaky with pleasure. “Your tongue felt so good. I didn’t know you were that good at it. I’m… honestly surprised.”

He let out a soft, muffled laugh against your neck, but you felt the way his body tensed at the praise, his hips twitching hard against your thigh through his jeans. The reaction was immediate and unmistakable; your words seemed to make him even hornier.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head: “I’ve been dying to see you. I know you’re big.”

Taehyung lifted his head just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark but sparkling with shy amusement. 

“Can you tell?” he chuckled, the sound abashed and boyish.

“I’ve seen your morning woods before.” You giggled with the admittance, the sound light despite how wrecked you still felt. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, a dramatic gasp escaping him. “Come on, how many sleepovers did we have?!”

“I still didn’t know you noticed it!” he laughed, that sweet  laugh you’d loved for years in silence, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners even now. “At least I guess you know what to expect.”

“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” you teased, sliding one hand between your bodies until your palm cupped the hard, heavy outline of his cock through his jeans.

Taehyung groaned deeply, hips rolling forward to press his bulge firmer into your hand. 

“Why?” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Are you going anywhere?”

You laughed breathlessly, still cupping his hard length through the denim, giving him one slow squeeze that made his hips jerk forward again.

Taehyung groaned low in his throat, then suddenly pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, hooded eyes. 

“I need you on my bed now.” he rasped, voice rough with want.

He pushed himself up from the couch in one smooth motion, towering over you again. Strong hands slid under your arms and helped you stand on slightly shaky legs. The second you were upright, he turned you gently so your back pressed flush against his front. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight as he started walking you both toward his bedroom.

The familiar short hallway felt longer than usual when Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off you. One palm stayed splayed possessively over your stomach while the other roamed higher, cupping and kneading your breast. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed hot and insistent against the curve of your ass with every step. He leaned down repeatedly to mouth at your neck, open, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucks and the occasional scrape of teeth that made your knees weak.

“Tae… we’re never going to make it if you keep doing that.” you stumbled a little, giggling softly when his arm tightened to steady you. 

“Don’t care.” he murmured against your skin, hips rolling once so you could feel exactly how hard he was. “Been waiting too long to rush now.”

By the time you reached his bedroom doorway, your skin was flushed and tingling everywhere he’d touched. The warm glow of the bedside lamp was already on, casting soft golden light over the big bed and the familiar scattered details of his room.

“Do you always keep that light on, or were you planning on seducing me like this tonight?” you glanced at the lamp, then back at him with a teasing smile as he finally loosened his hold so you could step forward. 

“It’s not the first time I left that on.” he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you blame me for hoping?”

The honest confession made something warm bloom in your chest, like it had been happening all night. You laughed softly, the sound light and affectionate, and walked the few steps to his bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, completely bare, and let your eyes roam over him, eating him up with your gaze.

“Let’s see it, then.” you said, voice sweet but dripping with teasing challenge. You tilted your head, smiling up at him. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Taehyung’s expression shifted. The shy, second-guessing boy from earlier melted away, replaced by quiet cockiness and pure confidence. He stepped closer until he stood right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at his face.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and popped the button of his jeans. The zipper came down slowly. He shoved the denim down his long legs and kicked it aside, leaving him in just the black boxers that did very little to hide how hard he was.

Then those came off too.

Your mouth went dry.

He was big alright, longer and thicker than the morning woods or the grinding against you on the couch had ever prepared you for. His cock stood flushed and heavy against his stomach, the head a deep, angry red and already leaking steadily, a glossy bead of precum sliding down the shaft. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together instinctively, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.

Taehyung watched your reaction with dark, satisfied eyes, one hand casually wrapping around the base of his cock and giving himself one slow stroke. 

“Still think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but the way his cock twitched in his grip told you he was just as affected.

You licked your lips, unable to look away. “I… might need to call in sick.”

He let out a soft, husky laugh and stepped even closer, his free hand coming down to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

Taehyung’s thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, his voice dropping into something raw and needy. 

“Touch me.” he murmured, almost begging. “Please, baby…”

The plea hit you straight in the chest; and lower. Your heart fluttered hard at how desperate he sounded, and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between your legs, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice like that.

You felt a little shy suddenly, despite everything you’d already done tonight. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and the moment you felt the scorching heat and velvet-soft skin, both of you let out a quiet sound.

Your hand looked so small and delicate against him, pretty fingers barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. Taehyung’s cock twitched visibly in your grip, another bead of precum welling at the flushed tip and sliding down slowly.

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that. Your pretty little hand looks so tiny on me.”

The awe in his voice made you bolder. You used it against him, voice soft and sweet as you started stroking him slowly from base to tip: “You like that? Like seeing how small I am compared to you?”

“Yes– shit, yes. Love it.” Taehyung groaned, hips jerking forward into your fist.

You spread the leaking precum down his shaft with your thumb, making the slide smoother as you learned every inch of him, the thick vein running along the underside, the way he pulsed hot and heavy in your palm, how he seemed to grow even harder under your touch. Your strokes stayed slow and exploratory at first, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.

His moans became constant now, low and broken, like he could barely hold himself together. Every sound went straight to your core, making you wetter as you watched his abs tense and his chest rise faster with each pump of your hand.

You kept your eyes locked on his the whole time, refusing to look away even when you leaned forward. Your tongue darted out first, giving the leaking tip a slow lick that tasted salty-sweet. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply, one hand coming down to gently thread through your hair without pushing.

Then you opened your mouth wider, stretching your jaw to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the flushed head, the sheer size of him forcing your mouth open as you sank down slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.

Taehyung let out a deep, guttural moan, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good already. My pretty girl…”

You sank down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your lips stretched wide around him, saliva already beginning to coat his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly at first, then with more confidence. The sounds were messy, wet, obscene slurps mixed with your soft hums and his constant, broken moans. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you worked him deeper, tongue pressing firmly along the thick vein underneath.

“Fuck… your mouth is so warm, so wet, shit, baby…” Taehyung’s hand stayed gentle in your hair, not forcing, just holding as his hips twitched forward involuntarily. 

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could until your nose nearly brushed his pelvis. Your free hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slickly with all the spit. Then your other hand slipped between his legs to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.

Taehyung’s entire body jerked. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest and his cock throbbed hard against your tongue. For a second he looked like he was about to lose it right there, hips stuttering as he fought for control.

You pulled off just enough to giggle around the head of his cock, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.

“Little brat.” he cursed breathlessly, voice strained and fond at the same time. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Still smiling, you gave his balls one last gentle squeeze before releasing them. Taehyung let out a shaky exhale, then gently tugged you off his cock with a wet pop. His chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at your swollen, shiny lips and the mess of spit on your chin.

“On the bed.” he instructed, voice rough but gentle. “Hands and knees. I need to see that pretty ass.”

You obeyed instantly, heat flooding your body at the command. Turning around, you crawled up the mattress toward the headboard, swaying your hips with every movement. You lowered your shoulders to the sheets, arching your back deeply so your ass was high in the air, knees spread wide, presenting yourself perfectly for him.

Behind you, Taehyung let out a low, strained hum that sounded more like a growl: “You shouldn’t be so good at that.”

“Neither of us are virgins, Tae.” you pointed out softly, cheek pressed to the cool sheet as you glanced back at him. “You met all of my boyfriends–”

The sharp smack of his palm against your ass cut you off, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to sting deliciously and make you gasp. The possessive edge in the gesture sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to your cunt.

“I’m the only boyfriend you’ll have from now on.” he said, voice low and serious, one big hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d just smacked. “The only one who gets to see you like this. Got it?”

“Yes… I only ever wanted you, Tae. Only you.” you moaned at the words, your pussy clenching visibly with how much his possessiveness turned you on. 

“Good girl,” he praised, the words warm and rough at the same time.

He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You heard the slick sound of him pumping his cock a few times, then felt the blunt, leaking head press against your dripping entrance. He nudged it up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness, but he didn’t push inside. Just rested there, hot and heavy, teasing.

You whined impatiently, pushing back against him, but he stayed perfectly still. When you looked over your shoulder, you found him already staring at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, drinking in the sight of you presented so openly for him.

“Show me what you can do, then.” he murmured, voice thick with challenge and barely contained need.

It was your turn not to hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you pushed back onto him. The thick head of his cock parted your slick folds and began to sink inside your tight cunt, stretching you open inch by inch. You clenched around him on purpose, sucking him deeper with every backward movement, your walls fluttering and gripping as you took more of his impressive length.

“Fuck… that’s it. Taking me so well already.” Taehyung groaned low and long behind you, hands flexing on your hips. 

You kept going, slow and confident, until your ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch was intense, he felt impossibly big, filling and stuffing your pussy completely. You stayed perfectly still once he was fully seated, cockwarming him while your walls fluttered and adjusted around his throbbing girth. Both of you breathed heavily in the quiet room, savoring the moment.

Taehyung’s hands roamed patiently over your body even as his cock twitched deep inside you. He spread your cheeks wider with both palms, groaning softly at the sight of where you were connected, your pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His hands then slid up your sides, tracing every curve, before gliding down the length of your spine in long, soothing strokes.

“So pretty like this.” he whispered, voice rough with restraint. “So fucking tight and warm around me… Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”

You stayed like that for a long moment, letting your body get used to the deep, full feeling of him. When your breathing finally evened out and the initial burn melted into pure pleasure, Taehyung’s hand slid up your back and gathered your hair into a loose fist. He gave it a firm, gentle pull, arching your back deeper and making you moan loudly as the new angle pushed him even further inside you.

“Gonna show me what this perfect ass can do or nah?” he teased, voice low and husky, the words laced with that cocky confidence he wore so well now.

You answered by starting to move.

You rocked your hips slowly at first, then began to really fuck him, swaying and swiveling in smooth, deliberate circles, rolling your ass back onto his cock with practiced rhythm. You cocked your hips on every downward stroke, taking him deep and grinding so your pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch of him.

Taehyung’s curses and moans spilled out under his breath, growing louder and more broken the faster you moved. “Shit– fuck, baby…”

His free hand stayed on your hip, gripping tight, while the other kept that gentle pull on your hair, guiding you as you rode him in deep, filthy strokes. He touched you everywhere he could reach, palm sliding up your spine, squeezing your ass, reaching underneath to cup and knead your breast.

“You’re so deep, Tae… God, you’re stuffing my pussy so full. I can feel every inch of you.” you moaned loudly with every thrust, voice breathy and wrecked.

The praise hit him hard. You felt his cock twitch violently inside you, his hips jerking up to meet your movements as another low groan tore from his throat.

“Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “You like how I fill you up? Like being stretched around my cock?”

“Love it… You’re so big, and you feel so perfect.”  you nodded frantically, pushing back harder onto him, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Been waiting so long for this– for you to fuck me like this.”

Taehyung’s grip on your hair tightened just enough to make you gasp, his other hand sliding down to rub firm circles over your clit as you continued to ride him with steady, sinful rolls of your hips. His moans were constant now, raw and needy, every praise you gave him making him lose himself a little more.

Suddenly he pulled out with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Before you could whine at the loss, his strong hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion.

You squealed in surprise, the sound turning into a breathless laugh as you bounced lightly on the mattress. Taehyung was already moving, towering over you as he pushed your thighs wide apart. His eyes were dark and hungry, chest heaving.

He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.

With one powerful thrust he shoved his thick cock back into your soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, punching a loud moan out of you as your back arched off the bed.

Taehyung caged you in immediately, forearms braced on either side of your head, his broad body covering yours completely. He started fucking you harder, faster, deeper strokes that made the bed creak beneath you. Skin slapped loudly against skin with every thrust, wet and filthy.

“Fuck– yes.” he groaned, voice rough and low. “This is what I needed. Want to see your face while I fuck you.”

He leaned down and latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, leaving little marks that made you cry out. Your nails raked down his back, leaving long scratches that only seemed to spur him on. He hissed in pleasure, hips snapping harder into you.

Every thrust was deep and good, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside your cunt over and over. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you pulled him even deeper.

“Tae– oh my god, you’re so deep.” you moaned, voice breaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”

“Not stopping.” he growled against your skin, biting down on the side of your breast before soothing it with his tongue. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”

Dirty, open-mouthed kisses followed, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he kept pounding into you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your shared moans and gasps, filling the warm bedroom. His hips rolled with every thrust, grinding against your clit on the downstroke and making sparks explode behind your eyes.

You were both getting lost in each other, years of quiet longing finally pouring out in every desperate movement. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in harder whenever he hit that perfect angle. His mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then back to your lips for another sloppy, heated kiss.

“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher, opening you up even more for him. “This cunt was made for me. So tight, so wet– fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”

You whimpered, clenching around his thick cock as another wave of pleasure built fast and hot in your belly. “Tae… I’m close–”

He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing both your pleasure and his own. 

“That’s it, my girl. Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart around me.”

The coil in your stomach tightened unbearably, every brutal thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Taehyung’s forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked as you both spiraled together, moans and gasps mingling in the small space between you.

Taehyung’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours with every stroke. His hand slid between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen clit and rolling it fast, tight circles in perfect sync with the rhythm of his cock driving into your cunt.

The added stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your belly, then snapped.

You came hard with a broken cry, back arching sharply off the bed as your pussy clenched violently around him. Your orgasm hit in messy, gushing waves, warm slick flooding around his thick cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath you. Your walls fluttered and pulsed, milking him relentlessly as you trembled and gasped beneath him.

“Fuck– fuck, baby–” Taehyung cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you gushing around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder as he kept thrusting through your climax, chasing his own release.

He only lasted a few more strokes.

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pulsing cunt. He filled you up completely, hot and heavy, his cock twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against you as he rode out the intense waves.

Both of you were left twitching and trembling in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms gave out and he toppled forward, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, face buried in the crook of your neck. His chest heaved against yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard.

After a long moment of heavy, shared breathing, he mumbled against your skin, voice hoarse and a little sheepish:

“I meant to pull out.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, arms wrapping tighter around his back. 

“I’m safe.” you assured him gently, one hand stroking through his damp hair. “And I trust you.”

The tension melted from his shoulders instantly. He exhaled shakily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “God, I love you.”

The words landed warm and certain against your skin. If this had been anyone else, you might have brushed it off as post-sex haze. But this was Taehyung, your Tae, and you knew he meant every syllable.

“I kinda knew that when you peeled that first mandarin.” you smiled, hugging him harder to your chest. He let out a tired, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through both of you. You continued softly: “I’ll say it back when you do it again.”

Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement even through the exhaustion. His messy hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at you.

“No need for words or mandarins.” he murmured, voice still rough from moaning. “You don’t fuck someone like that when you don’t love them back.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second before he dipped down to kiss you, slow, lazy, and full of everything you’d both waited years to say out loud.

The two of you stayed tangled together like that, his softening cock still buried inside you, hearts slowing down in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. For the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.

[yeskookii]

Clingy bf Taehyung hc ⋆˚꩜｡. .sfw&nsfw.

Tags: fluff, explicit sexual content, HES DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM

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SFW

He’s a total koala in bed, no exceptions. Likes to sleep naked or in just boxers, bcuz he wants maximum skin contact. If ur wearing clothes, he’ll gently tug at the hem of ur shirt until u take it off so he can press his whole chest against ur back.

Actually gets a bit sulky if u’re on ur phone in bed. He’ll take it from ur hands, put it on the nightstand, and replace it with his head on ur lap or his hands pulling u back down to cuddle. “You’re developing bad habits that’s really offensive to me, you think the phone gonna cuddle with you?.”

He’s ridiculously handsy in a non-sexual, domestic way. Walking past u in the hallway, his hand will brush the small of ur back. Sitting at the table, his foot will find ur foot under it. Standing in line, his fingers will hook into ur belt loop or the back pocket of ur jeans, squeezing ur butt in the meantime.

Does NOT like closed doors between u. If u’re in the bathroom showering, he’ll come in to brush his teeth or just sit on the toilet lid and talk to u through the steam. The visual barrier of a curtain is fine, but a locked door hurts his feelings.

If ur doing chores, he’ll follow u from room to room like a shadow, talking about his day or just watching u fold laundry. He finds comfort in ur mundane presence. He’ll sit on the bed and hand u clothes to fold just to be involved.

He will literally get on his knees begging u to cook for him. Yep, he’s dramatic like that. He knows u won’t say no to him, u never do, especially for food. He just loves begging u for anything, and getting on his knees for u.

Gets genuinely sad if u have separate plans. He won’t throw a fit, but he’ll give u the biggest, most mournful puppy eyes and say, “Okay... have fun without me,” in a tone that implies he’ll be counting the minutes.

He’s hyper-aware of ur energy. If u’re stressed, he comes up behind u and just rests his forehead between ur shoulder blades, silent, sharing the weight. He doesn’t always need to fix it; he just needs to feel it with u.

Taehyung turns into a sad kicked puppy if he feels neglected. If u’re focused on something else for too long, he’ll eventually come over and lay his head on ur desk or book, blocking ur view, saying nothing. Just existing obtrusively until u pay attention to him.

Loves sharing everything. “Here, taste my drink.” Bites of his food. Even if he has his own blanket, he’ll want to share urs so he can be under the same fabric as u.

His ideal day off is literally just being in the same space as u, doing parallel play. Him editing photos on his phone while u read, legs tangled together on the couch, with occasional breaks where he shows u a picture or gets up to kiss ur temple for no reason.

The clinginess intensifies if he’s tired or sick. He turns into a giant, whiny baby who just wants to be held. He’ll drag u to bed at 3 PM on a Saturday because he wants a nap and “it doesn’t count if you’re not napping too.”

He finds reasons to come find u. “Do we have more coffee?" (He knows u do). “What do you think of this song?” (He’s played it for u five times). It’s never about the question; it’s about the three minutes of interaction it buys him.

He’s the type to stare, openly and without shame. If he thinks you look hot in an outfit, he’ll just stand there, eyes raking over you from head to toe, and say, “Yeah. Nope. We’re staying in.” Dead serious. Then he’ll walk over, pick you up, and carry you back to the bedroom, no arguments accepted.

When he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and the bed beside him empty, he’ll stand up looking for u, finding u in the bathroom. He’ll shuffle in, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the light, lean against the doorframe, and just watch you pee. Both of u looking at eo, “why didn’t u wake me?” He whispers, and ure too tired to reply to him so He just waits for u. When you’re done, he hands u toilet paper after u wash ur hand; takes your hand and leads you, half-asleep, back to bed, tucking you in before collapsing back onto his pillow. “Wake me up next time.” He murmured on the pillow, “okay” u say, not arguing with him cuz yk u will never win.

Taehyung loves taking care of u, but he loves it just as much when u take care of him. He gets all soft when u wash his hair or gently scrub his back, smiling to himself the whole time. He’ll mumble a quiet “ur spoiling me…” but he secretly hopes u never stop. By the end, hes always hugging u under the warm water for a few extra mins cuz he just loves feeling close to u.

He doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” during private moments. You could be on a private work call, and he’ll walk in, kneel in front of you, and start mouthing at your stomach all the way to the small of ur back, because he’s bored. He sees no conflict between your meeting and his need for attention.

Taehyung’s face is ALWAYS on ur face. Doesn’t matter if u talking to him or just randomly press his cheek against yours, rub his nose against yours, or rest his forehead against yours just because he loves being that close. half the photos on his phone are pretty selfies with both of your faces squished together because the second he’s cuddled up against you, he’s already reaching for his camera to capture it.

If he’s upset with you, his form of protest is exaggerated, silent clinginess. He’ll follow you from room to room and sit right next to you, but with his arms crossed, lips pursed, staring ahead. He’s giving you the silent treatment while physically glued to your side. You have to coax the problem out of him while he’s literally in your lap.

Never shy asking for what he wants, physically. “Scratch my head.” “Play with my hair.” “Hold my hand.” “Kiss.” He points to his lips or his cheek. He says it like he’s reminding you of a scheduled appointment.

He’ll wear your perfume or your lotion. Not a little. He’ll douse himself in it. When his members or friends say, “You smell like y/n,” he’ll just nod proudly. “I know. It’s better than my cologne.”

Hes a spoiler also, his gifts r not ordinary. Hes rich, pls take his money, he will buy u a car and all the bags and makeup u ask for. Expect long lovely vacations everywhere ur heart desires.

Taehyung is always quietly paying attention to you even if u dont rlly realize it. He notices the tiniest changes in ur mood, like the way ur smile isnt the same or how ur voice gets a little quieter, and he’ll just naturally pull u closer, hold ur hand, or wrap an arm around u without making it a big deal. Hes super careful with his words cuz the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt ur feelings or make u uncomfy. If he can tell somethings bothering u he wont make it abt himself, he’ll just be like “baby… what can i do to make it better?” Hes clingy in the sweetest way cuz he just wants to be ur comfort person, the one who notices you’re not okay before u even have to say anything. ㅤ♡ྀི

NSFW

Taehyung has this terrifyingly hot duality; he can go from kissing ur forehead with pure devotion to pinning ur wrists above ur head with one hand, his grip tight enough to leave a mark.

his hands r huge. like unfairly big. and he knows it. one palm on the back of ur skull, fingers threaded through ur hair, and u just stop moving. he doesn't even have to say anything.

Another thing why u love his hands playing with u, is his fingers reaches ur everything. Not as deep as his cock, but they r skillful. His favorite place to finger u is in his car. Squirting on his backseat is his ultimate goal.

Taehyung loves pinning u down from behind, pressing his chest flat against ur back and locking your wrists together with one hand while he drives into you.

He loves having sex where it’s risky. in the middle of the night where the others are asleep, fucking u from behind and pressing his hand on ur mouth keeping ur voice down. His thrusts purposely getting faster, just to hear ur whimpers slipping out. “Keep your voice down.” He whispers, making it so hard for u intensionally, “you want them to hear you, don’t you?”

His dirty talk half of the time is him begging and praising u, even when he's the one in control. “look at u. taking me so good. shit—dont stop, baby, don't stop, right there—“

he loves eye contact. like loves it. hand wrapped around ur throat, thumb brushing ur jaw, and he's staring straight into ur soul while he fucks into u slow. “Your eyes so pretty. Don’t look away. Good girl.”

He has a habit of manhandling you, especially after he came back from the military, taehyung won’t sit u down. flipping you onto your stomach or pulling you across the bed by your hips without warning, just to see you gasp.

Taehyung finds a strange, erotic pleasure in slapping ur face—not to hurt u, but to shock u—and the second he does, he leans in with that boxy, devastating smile, watching ur eyes glaze over.

When he’s really lost in it his accent slips heavier, words coming out breathy and broken as he tells you how perfect you feel.

He will teach u dirty talk in his language, and when u accidentally slip a word during sex, he will fucking lose it.

Cockwarming. Ofc.

He is obsessed with your expressions; if u smile at him while he’s fucking u hard, he goes feral. thrusting deeper and faster bcuz ur smile is his biggest turn-on.

he whimpers. lowkey his biggest tell. when he's close, when u do something that hits just right, that deep little sound escapes and he hates how much it gives him away. so he'll try to cover it by kissing u harder.

hair pulling. his hair, not urs. he loves when u grab a fistful of it while he's going down on u. groans against u and it sends vibrations through ur whole body.

he's loud. not like screaming but constant. moans, groans, murmured praises, broken sentences. “baby—fuck—please—“ like he cant help it. like it's all spilling out of him.

he laughs during sex. like genuinely laughs. if something funny happens, if one of u trips over clothes, if a joke slips out — he'll throw his head back and laugh, still inside u, and then kiss u while he's still smiling. it's the most disarming thing.

he likes when u sit on his lap facing him. not just for sex — for making out, for talking, for existing together. but when it does lead to sex, he loves the closeness. foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air, slow and deep.

He got a sex tape of u. Always makes u take sexy poses naked and keep it in his folder. It’s sometimes not even in sexual way, he genuinely gets mesmerized by ur body and how u make every pic/vid look so good.

he says ur name. a lot. He whispers it, groans it, breathes it, moan it. It makes u go crazy.

he makes u cum first. always. always. it's not negotiable. making u cum multiple times, u hardly remember where u had only one orgasm with him, it’s always multiple. And he will edge himself for ages until ure exhausted, fast asleep and satisfied. ㅤ♡ྀི

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A/N: this is for my taehyung girlies on my inbox💞 hope it was to ur expectations, and dw! Im currently writing a one shot for taetae so stay tuned! Im not done with him yet 😋

[layover-mp7]

Like a Reflex — Kim Taehyung

Now Playing: swv - Karri 0:01 ❍─────── 2:42 ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺ Next up: You - Don Toliver

Trying not to front like I don't want to fuck you You make me want to use that body, till we up that climate Love, remind me, how do you define it A/N: This may be the horniest thing I have ever written omg barefaced Tae with glasses is everything. This is a longer one-shot because I'm not sold on continuing this as a mini series, but god, I could write about nerdy sub tete all day ✮ . Also, every time Tae is awkward, imagine tata mic face as I intended tysm

note: listen to both songs above while reading to get the full experience ♡ summary: Taehyung was every mother's dream son-in-law. He worked hard at his high-paying IT job; he woke up early to go to the gym, ate dinner at the exact same time, and went to bed early. You, on the other hand, are not one to settle down; you are young, gorgeous, smart, and independent. He’s disciplined in all areas of his life, except when you’re around. When he runs into you again on a night out with his friends, he knows that he’s about to be a puddle in your hand: you're the only one who can bring out the type of man he really is. pairing: au nerdy salary man sub!tae x dom fem!reader wc: 11k, ~40 min themes: slowish burn plot, tete wants u so baddd its so cute, smut, shy pussy drunk tae, dom/sub, minor bondage, face sitting, praise, spitting, overstimulation, and more i don't want to spoil it just read it you'll scream

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Taehyung was the furthest thing from a clubgoer; he hated crowds, he hated the music that thumped in his chest but felt awkward to bounce to, and he didn’t like that everyone tends to get a little more stupid. He also wasn’t good at saying no. His university friend was getting married, and as one of the groomsmen, it was pretty integral for him to show up to the bachelor party tonight. 

Taehyung was fresh out of the shower: hair damp, moisturized, clean-shaven. He popped the last spoonful of his dinner into his mouth as he rinsed the last of his dishes. Quiet R&B sang through the apartment as he tidied up—he liked a clean apartment to come home to. Or maybe he was procrastinating getting ready. He didn’t even know what to wear tonight. A nice shirt, a turtleneck? Jeans? 

The blow dryer deafened him as he dried his hair. He thought about what he was going to say and who he was going to talk to. He wanted to set a strategy for his night so that he could strike a balance between seeming enthusiastic and getting to go home. What if the music was terrible and he looked bored? It will be too loud to talk. What if he comes off as rude? He puffed air out of his cheeks nervously as he got ready. Not only did he not want to go to a club, but he also didn’t know how. 

His toothbrush dangled out of his mouth as he finished styling his hair. His glasses slid down his nose bridge as he tilted his head forward to assess his hair in the mirror. He scooped out a dime-sized glob of pomade and ran it through his hair before giving it a fluff. He aimed to arrive early at ten, so he could find an excuse to leave early before his friends inevitably got wasted and stupid. He groaned at the thought of staying up so late. Ten was usually when he went to sleep. 

On top of supporting his friend tonight, he was being set up with a new girl tonight. Well, sort of. Min-woo and his fiancée, Nina, were celebrating together tonight, and both of them recommended that Taehyung meet an old classmate of theirs. His friends insisted that he needed more excitement in his life. Although he sometimes protested, he agreed: being single at thirty was not his plan. 

Taehyung had a good job in IT, a sector that he was good at, paid well, and let him work alone for most of his time. His job earned him this gorgeous high-rise two-bedroom condo that he lived in alone. His building had a well-maintained gym that he went to almost every day at six in the morning, before he would shower, eat breakfast and be out the door by 8:15. He had enough friends who kept him company when he needed it, and otherwise he liked to keep to himself. His dinner time was 7:30pm without fail, and he was happy with his “little hamster wheel of a life”, according to his friends. 

After years of being teased and worrying his parents for being chronically single, he caved and agreed to meet this friend-of-a-friend. 

She’s a nice girl who works at Kookmin Bank. Her family lives in Cheongdam-dong, and she’s from good money. Perfectly suitable as a wife, if you ask me. 

Maybe it was his introversion, or the fact that he had to abandon his bedtime tonight, but he was moving more slowly tonight. Forgive his lack of enthusiasm, but Taehyung had tried his hand with a small handful of women, and all of them would satisfy his parents, but ultimately, he felt like there was nothing there. Enough romance movies and endless hours listening to ballads wrote him out to be a serial romantic, and unfortunately, he’s only met women who were a little too polite, overly performative with their status and equally as uninteresting as him. Every woman he met was gentle and respectful to him, not in a way that made him feel appreciated, but made him feel like they pitied him. Every new introduction to another investment banker made him reel in his lack of a love life. 

“Aishh,” he mumbled to himself as he struggled to button the last cuff of his shirt. 

He looked in the mirror and adjusted his sleeves. He couldn’t figure out what to wear, so he settled on his go-to for any sort of dressy event: a crispy white dress shirt tucked into his favourite black tailored pants and a black tie. He skipped the blazer; he already looked enough like he was attending a wedding. 

Taehyung’s car arrived within ten minutes, and he took one last look in his mirror by the door and licked his lower lip. Here goes nothing.

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The club was packed, dark, and dirtier than Taehyung was comfortable with. The bouncer had IDed him, which embarrassed him. Why the fuck did he think he was younger than nineteen? Bodies bumped past him as he squeezed through the crowd, trying to find his people. The room smelled of cigarettes, spilled drinks, and sweat. The music was loud, very loud, and he thought about how his vinyl player at home always played at the perfect pace and volume for his delicate ears.

Just an hour or so, then I can head home.

“There he is!” Taehyung’s friend wrapped his arms around him and gave him a pat on the back. “I’m glad you made it out tonight. I know it isn’t your thing.” 

Min-woo was Taehyung’s classmate from university. Despite being a little older than him, the two had many classes together, and Taehyung helped Min-woo finally graduate. Gap years are crucial to finding yourself in your twenties, Taehyung-ssi. 

“Hi, Min-woo hyung,” he said with a polite smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets, letting Min-woo introduce him to a handful of other attendees. Taehyung rounded the circle with bows, handshakes, and tight-lipped smiles. Everyone else was drinking or drunk and had come with plus ones. Figures.

“Oh, and this is Soo-min,” Min-woo gestured to a petite girl standing next to him. She gave you a polite bow, and Taehyung returned the gesture. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke softly under the loud music. 

Soo-min was a pretty, innocent-looking girl with light brown hair that fell to her collarbones. She wore light makeup and contact lenses that made her eyes look bigger. Her skin was very fair, and she was very thin. Her smile was symmetrical and perfectly white. Gangnam dentist, for sure. She was in a pretty dress that flowed down to below her knees, and to be honest, she looked exactly the type of girl Taehyung’s parents wanted him to marry. She also looked like she shouldn’t be here. She practically looked like him.

“Soo-min, Taehyungie here is in IT.” 

“Oh, that’s so interesting,” she said with a perfectly constructed smile.

No, it wasn’t. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Taehyung replied shyly, and he awkwardly nodded along to the beat of the music and looked around the room.

“So, you earn quite a lot then.” She continued with a small nod.

“Uh, I put a mortgage down on my condo a year ago, so,” he trailed off, fluffing the back of his hair. This felt painful. 

The music drowned out most of the conversation, but it bled on with lots of polite yeses and nos, and lots of direct questions that Taehyung felt awkward answering. What was your GPA? How big is your apartment? Where do your parents live now? 

Min-woo appeared beside him, clearly a little more inebriated than before. 

“Taehyung-ssi,” he mumbled in his ear, his breath smelling of a mix of various drinks. “She’s nice, right? Soo-min went to school with Nina; she can be a little snobbish, but hey, Gangnam money gets you a long way, huh?” He chuckled. 

Taehyung nodded before excusing himself to go to the bar and get a drink. He didn’t even drink that much; he just wanted to escape the job interview he was being subjected to with his playdate back there. 

Was it too early to try to go home? 

He made a few ignored attempts at flagging the bartender down before giving up and just standing there, lightly bobbing his head to the beat of the music.

This night was going to feel like forever.

“Hi, Tae.”

A chill went down his spine at the sound of your voice. Fuck.

He turned around to meet your eyes, and they almost immediately fell to scan your body unintentionally. You looked as beautiful as ever. It was like you knew every single little detail he liked about you and multiplied it. 

Your long dark hair cascaded off your shoulders and danced across your back, swirling and bouncing around the pretty ornaments inked into your shoulders, arms and collarbone. The glitter in your lip gloss danced under the lights as you spoke, and your lashes were full and spiky like a doll.

You wore a black top that left your tattoos and round breasts in perfect display, fuck me, Taehyung thought. Your legs looked so long in your tiny black skirt and wrapped in sheer black pantyhose, and your eyeliner wrapped your eye in a way that made you look like a cat. Like a siren. 

You smiled up at him and turned your head back towards the bar. Taehyung swallowed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. 

You two had met last year at a mutual friend’s housewarming party, and ever since that day, you had completely knocked the wind out of Tae’s lungs. Against everyone’s–and his own expectations, and despite his attempts to keep it under control, you were exactly what he dreamed of. The perfect opposite of him, you were confident, carefree, so unapologetically seductive. The way you commanded a room so easily when Taehyung was barely acknowledged made his stomach flip. And it flipped even more when he knew that you liked seeing him.

You two had slept together for the first time several months ago, a secluded conversation at a party became roaming hands and the type of kissing that made his glasses fog up. That day was the beginning of Taehyung’s psychological torment. He knew that you didn’t do relationships, and that any attempt at getting to know you was futile. According to all factors, you were bad for him, but it didn’t stop his addiction. At any given point on any day, he would drop anything if you asked for it. And he was so ashamed to admit that he was wrapped right around your manicured finger. 

“Hello, Y/N. It’s…it’s good to see you.” He stammered. His tie suddenly felt too tight.

You didn’t even look at him, but a small smile spread on your lips, like you were saying I know. He didn’t take any offence—he felt unworthy of your gaze. You leaned over the bar and waved the bartender down with ease, the large-framed man showing up in just a few moments. 

“Anything to drink, Tete?” You swirled a tendril of hair around your finger. He blinked and turned to the bartender. 

“Uh, I’ll have a glass of white wine?” 

You giggled, and he let out an awkward laugh. God, he felt like such a loser.

“And a gin and tonic, please,” you nodded at the bartender, and he whisked away. 

“Long time no see,” you said, still watching the bar. From your peripheral vision, you knew Taehyung was staring directly at you; he could never help it. “I would never expect to see you at a club.”

“Err, I’m here for Min-woo. He asked me to be his groomsman for the wedding.”

“How sweet,” you hummed, “You’re not over there with the group?”

“No, there’s a–” Taehyung was about to tell you about Soo-min, but he held his tongue. “Just needed some space.”

You smirked. “Party not good over there?” 

Taehyung laughed a little. “It’s okay. Just a lot of people I don’t know.” 

“Nina told me she was setting you up tonight.” You turned to face him, an innocent smile splayed across your face. 

“Uh,” Taehyung faltered for a moment. “Sort of. I just met her, she’s…nice.” 

You cocked your head slightly, not convinced.

“...Nice. That’s cute. She seems like a sweet girl. I hope she’s good for you.” 

Taehyung felt a burn in his chest at your approval of his play date. He didn’t want your blessing: he wanted you.

A few moments later, the bartender returned with the two drinks. Taehyung pulled his wallet out, eager to buy you a drink. But before he could even try to pay, the bartender interrupted.

“It’s on me,” the bartender spoke directly to you, his eyes twinkling with charm. “Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t have to pay.” 

“Oh, that’s sweet, thank you,” you cooed, leaning in to take a sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact with the tall man on the other side of the bar. Your tongue flicked out to lick your straw innocently before feeding it into your mouth. Taehyung felt his stomach drop.

The bartender turned the card machine to Taehyung, the total only including his own drink. He awkwardly shoved his credit card in the slot while the bartender and you were basically eye fucking. 

“What’s your name?” The bartender continued. 

“Y/N,” you said with a smile. You tilted your head to one side, letting your hair fall over your back and reveal the bare skin of your shoulder.

“I’m San.” The man leaned a little closer to you, his biceps flexing in his fitted black T-shirt with the cuffs rolled up. “Pleasure.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you said, tilting your glass in your hands. 

“You come here alone tonight, Y/N?” San leaned in, almost whispering in your ear over the loud music. 

“I’m here with friends,” you continued, not backing down from the close distance. 

“And yet, you’re here at the bar by yourself,” San continued, smirking at you.

And I’m invisible, apparently, Taehyung thought to himself. 

“Just taking a breather,” you replied with a coy smile. 

Taehyung knew that you were a flirt, but it made his skin crawl all the same, being subjected to watching you charm someone else. He took a large swig of his wine, letting the dryness wash down his throat.

You and the bartender chatted for a few moments as the music thumped on, and Taehyung felt his chest get tight with jealousy. Over what? You barely saw each other. The last time he even spoke to you was at New Year's, when you two ended up doing a little more than talking. You weren’t his to claim.

He finished the last of his wine with a gulp and set the glass down behind him.

“Anyway, I have to go. Nice meeting you,” you turned and gave Taehyung’s tie a gentle but commanding tug. “Let’s go, Tete.” 

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised as he helplessly obeyed you like a puppy. As you pulled him through the crowd by the tie, he turned back quickly to see San looking dumbfounded. Taehyung felt a small amount of triumph that you had chosen to abandon the hot bartender for an IT guy who drinks wine at a nightclub. 

Your hand gently guided him through the crowd by his tie, and he followed you like a dog on a leash. You released your hold on him in the center of the dance floor, away from the rest of your friends.

The crowd enveloped you two, and you turned to face Taehyung, draping your arms around his neck. 

“Dance with me,” you murmured into Taehyung’s ear. He nervously looked around the room before looking down at you, your eyes glimmering with a presiding playfulness. 

How could he possibly refuse?

He quickly swiped his already sweating palms on the back of his trousers before wrapping them around your waist, swaying a little to the beat of your body, the two of you moving against each other inconspicuously. 

“So, you’re attending the wedding,” he began, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip nervously.

You hummed, dipping your head over to one side to enjoy the music. 

“Yes, I went to check out the venue with Nina last week,” you said, tilting your head back and letting the colourful lights dance across your face.

In the dim lights, your lips glistened as you spoke, and he felt like he was being hypnotized. 

You were not the type of woman his parents would necessarily approve of, but he stared at you like you were Aphrodite herself. 

“Are you…going alone?” 

You were unfazed by his question and kept swaying your head and waist with him slowly.

“Mm, probably. I don’t think it’s appropriate to go to a wedding with a guy I’m just sleeping with, do you?” 

A guy you were sleeping with. Of course, there were probably others.

He wanted to walk away; he knew it was so much better for him to fight this. Every time you saw each other, Taehyung went home with a hole in his chest. But you were intoxicating, an oasis to a dying man, an opiate to an addict, and he cursed himself for falling under your spell. 

The music transitioned into something slower, warmer, more intimate. You smiled up at Taehyung innocently and dropped your hands from his neck and turned around, your bum grazing gently against his pants as you continued moving your hips.

“This okay?” you tutted, pressing your back against his chest and moving his hands back over your hips and upper thigh.

“Fuck—“ Taehyung blinked hard, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. “Fuck me.”

“If that’s what you really want,” you purred, your hips still rolling and swaying against his pants, letting his hands park themselves on your hips, guiding you as you rocked your hips against his. 

You’re dancing on him so torturously and purposefully that Taehyung felt like he should have paid for it. He looks up at the ceiling momentarily and makes a face like he was asking God for forgiveness, before dropping his head back down to watch you with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Y/N, what are you doing to me?” 

He had done so well for the last few weeks. He woke up early, went to the gym, slept on time, and has been very productive at work. He kept himself on a tight routine because he believed that maintaining order in his life would give him the discipline to have a good life. And the strength to stay away from you. To not crave you as he does so wildly and intensely when he’s too ashamed to admit it.

“You don’t like dancing with me, Tete?” You cooed, your arms coming up over your head to gently touch Taehyung’s shoulders behind you. 

Taehyung couldn’t respond right away. The friction of you rubbing up against his pants drove him crazy, and your hair gently brushing against his chest as you moved made his heart race. He could feel himself getting stiff in his boxers, and his eyelids got heavier as his grip around your waist moved lower ever so slightly, down to your hips. He knew that you could feel him hardening beneath you as well, and you turned your head to look back at him, flashing him a torturously innocent smile.

“Why do you do this to me?” Taehyung mumbled, speaking as softly as possible to not offend you because, even though he protested, he would die if you stopped looking at him like that.

“Because,” you let your lips graze his cheek, “you’re such a pretty, good boy.”

A breathy groan escaped his lips before he shut his mouth, trying his best to hold it together. You two remained glued to each other, his hands slowly moving lower, and lower, a little firmer. 

The song ended, and you turned around, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek. 

“I’m heading to the bathroom,” you spoke sweetly into his face, inches from his mouth. 

And with that, you whisked away and disappeared into the crowd.

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He glanced around the crowded room, checking if anyone saw him. He was now almost entirely hard in his trousers, the material of his pants rough against his crotch and making him falter at any friction. 

He puffed air out of his cheeks. As quickly as you had appeared, you had left him here, frustrated, flushed, and wanting.

“Oh, there you are.” 

Taehyung turned around to see Soo-min, with a soft smile on her face. 

“Soo-min, hi.” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the tent in his pants. 

“We were wondering where you had wandered off to,” she said with a small laugh. 

Taehyung let out an awkward laugh.

“Just needed some air,” he blurted, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence.

“...In the middle of the dance floor?” 

“Ah–” he faltered. He was crumbling a little.

“Anyway, it’s getting late for me, I’m going to head out,” he continued, bowing slightly to Soo-min. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Already? It’s not even midnig–”

“Tete.” 

Taehyung turned immediately at the sound of your voice like a reflex. You were already smirking at him when he turned around, and he knew that he had been caught. By Soo-min, by you. No matter what he protested, no matter what he told others, you owned him. He wanted to hold his ground so badly, but his movements betrayed him, and he knew that no matter what he told himself, his body was yours. The way you said his nickname like a command, he fantasized about being at your beck and call all day. 

“Sorry, excuse me,” Taehyung murmured to Soo-min, before following closely behind you like your pet.

Although your back was to him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you heard his footsteps behind you. Just the type of man you wanted.

The city sounds drowned out the music behind him as Taehyung stepped back out onto the pavement. The cool wind hit his face like a splash of cold water, sobering him up from the heavy spell he was under inside. 

You flicked your lighter and leaned in to light your cigarette, the orange light of the flame illuminating all the jewelry hanging from your ears. Your eyes glowed with the light, like a jaguar looking at its prey. You exhaled your smoke and took a step closer to him.

“Bring me home,” you said with a smile, draping your arms over his neck. His heart skipped a beat at your request, but he pushed those thoughts down. 

“Let me call you a car,” he offered, his hand gently holding you at your lower back, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He was using all of his might not to look into your eyes. “To make sure you get home safely.”

You watched while he pulled up his rideshare app on his phone. A finger came up to lower his screen, forcing him to look at you. Those eyes. Your gaze skewered him through the throat, holding any of his words hostage. 

“Gentlemen bring their women all the way home,” you cooed, pushing his phone back down. 

Tae looked at you. He was fighting an internal war against your temptation. He knew you didn’t love him. He knew that the past year was just you having fun and him being caught up in his own serial romanticism. You weren’t evil; you had made your intentions very clear, from the first time you let him fuck you in the walk-in closet at a friend’s condo during a house party. He was stronger than that now. He finished his military service, and he strengthened his mind, his body, his discipline. 

Which meant he felt even more helpless when he lost all control when you looked up at him with those eyes, smelling like vanilla and black coffee. 

Fuck it.

And just like that, the car was a few minutes away, routed back to his condo.

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The key fumbled a little in his hands as Taehyung unlocked his door. The room was dark and smelled faintly of sandalwood, the candle that he had been burning earlier. Thank god he had cleaned the kitchen before leaving. Your heels clicked on his hardwood floors behind him, and he swallowed. He couldn’t believe that this time, you were inside his own home, standing in his living room. Like you were his.

Taehyung hadn’t even gotten to turn any of the lights on before you had backed him towards his own couch, letting his legs hit the seat and fall gently onto the cushions. The glowing city view illuminated the two of you in shadows and low exposure. You straddled his lap and licked a wet line tracing his neck and jawline, causing a small whimper to escape his lips. 

You lingered over his lips for a painfully long time, testing the waters of how badly he wanted this. He shuffled under you; the weight of you against his trousers made his hard-on painfully apparent. But that was the least of his concerns with you in his lap, your foreheads pressed together.

“You look so pretty under me, angel,” you cooed against his mouth. “Kiss me?” 

Taehyung moaned against your mouth and tilted his head upwards so that your lips finally connected. 

He kissed you desperately, needy, pathetic. His lips smashed into yours like he was in a hurry. 

He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at you for a quick moment, making sure to lock eyes with you before leaning in and kissing you again. 

This wasn’t a brash decision, he was desperate for you to know. He was kissing you with intention; he wanted you with his whole body, and he needed you to know he wasn’t a compulsive man despite your lips hitting him like a drug.

He wanted you to know that when he whimpered and whined for you, he did it earnestly and without hesitation. 

And that’s the kind of attitude that got you so fucking wet. 

You let your bum grind down on his crotch, and he let out a groan into your mouth.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Taehyung begged, bucking his hips slightly up towards you. You smiled down at him mischievously and lowered yourself to the ground, now sitting between his legs on the floor.

You let him watch you intently as you unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp of his trousers, and pulled down his zipper. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” 

You let his cock spring free, long and thick and slightly curved. Your mouth watered at the sight, and behind it, Taehyung was red in the face. He covered his face with one hand, shyness washing over him all over again, as you grazed your lips against his dick, blowing air gently over his sensitive red tip that was already leaking precum. 

“So hard already, baby,” you cooed. “Did I do something to you?” Taehyung rolled his head back, tossing his head in protest as you held his legs open with your hands, continuing to tease him.

“What a pretty cock just for me, hm?” Little praises fell from your lips as you gripped him softly, your thumb swiping up the glistening fluid dribbling from his tip. “You needed this badly, didn’t you?”

Taehyung looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a pout; his glasses had slid a little lower down his nose bridge; he looked so needy and desperate. 

“Please, Y/N. I’ll be—“ he cried. “I’m a good boy.” 

You smiled up at him before finally parting your lips and wrapping them warmly around the tip of his flushed, needy cock. Taehyung’s hips bucked up a little at the touch, and he hissed and dropped his head back. His reaction sparked something low and deep in your abdomen. You loved seeing what you did to him. Your tongue poked out, twisting and licking him like a sweet candy.

“Mmph,” he whined, his brows knitting together and his mouth forming an O. “Just like that, please, please.” 

You granted his wish, sinking your mouth deeper down on his twitching cock, the heat from your mouth enveloping him in a way that made him feel dizzy. His head was leaned back on his couch, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to memorize the way your mouth felt on him.

His hips unintentionally thrust towards your mouth harder, his cock dipping deeper towards the back of your throat. 

Ring. Ring.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his phone ringing. He leaned over and fumbled for his phone on the couch before seeing who the caller was. Min-woo. 

He rushed to silence his phone, pressing urgently on the volume button. You raised your brow before sliding your mouth off of his dick with a messy wet pop. He let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact. 

“It’s okay. Answer it.” 

“I—uh…okay,” he stammered, before reaching for his phone again. His thumb slid the answer button across the screen. 

“Ne, Min-woo Hyung,” he cleared his throat, fumbling with the buckle of his belt that hung open below his hips now. 

Taehyungie! You left already?

“Ah, yeah, I'm sorry, early morning for me tomorrow.” He looked at you apologetically as he spoke; you were straddling the floor with your skirt riding up your thigh. Tae swallowed the lump in his throat. 

Ahh, shame I didn’t get to say bye. Did you have fun? 

“Yeah, it was fun,” he mumbled. He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly, desperate to keep the conversation short. 

You flipped your hair over your shoulder and looked up at him with an evil smile, before picking up his still twitching cock again and flicking your tongue mercilessly over his flushed tip. 

Taehyung’s eyes went wider than ever as he realized what you were doing. You took him back into your mouth and swallowed the tip, engorging him in your saliva. Your one hand came up to take care of the rest of his length, pumping slowly and firmly as you milked him into your mouth. His mouth fell open as he watched you. You were a witch.

Anyway, how was Soo-min! Did you get a chance to introduce yourself? 

You heard the mention of her name through the receiver and smirked. Your tongue twisted itself around the shaft of his cock, licking a fat, wet stripe up the base. 

Taehyung stifled a groan and pulled his phone away from his face to try to hide his noises. His brows furrowed together in protest as you pulled your tongue away from his cock. A rope of saliva draped between your lips and the tip of his dick, before breaking. Your lips were flushed and wet, and you blinked innocently at him. 

“Don’t let me distract you,” you cooed sweetly, before dipping your head back down into him and continuing to swallow him whole. 

“Oh—fuck,” Taehyung whined, still holding his phone at arm's distance away.

Hello? Tae?

He snapped his phone back to his ear and cleared his throat again.

“Soo-min! Yes, she’s a nice girl.” 

She might be interested in seeing you again. You know, maybe not at a club next time. Min-woo laughed on the other end. 

But Taehyung wasn’t listening. He was watching you torture his cock with your lips and tongue, your pretty eyes staring up at him all innocently through your long, thick lashes. 

“Y—yeah. Maybe I’ll reach out to her.” 

No pressure, she says she didn’t really get to talk to you much tonight. It was probably my fault for trying to set this up at a club. 

Taehyung might as well have been deaf.

“No-no, I—appreciate your help, thank you.”

As long as I know you’re not feeling so lonely and that you’re doing okay, that’s all that matters to me. Right? 

You hummed sweetly at Min-woo’s brotherly love through the phone while you tormented his dongsaeng on his own couch. Taehyung’s eyes were absolutely glued to you, and he didn’t even process what Min-woo had just said to him. You cocked your head to the side sweetly as you dribbled all over his cock. Your hand kept pumping him at a painfully slow pace, and you nodded at him, motioning for him to keep talking. 

“Ye-yes. Hyung. I’m good,” Taehyung spluttered.

You okay? You sound strained. 

Taehyung’s heart raced with embarrassment, and it only fueled you more. You gave him a final lick on the tip of his cock before standing up. 

“Hmm, yes, I’m okay. I’m just…tired,” Taehyung managed, letting his eyes look anywhere else in the room for a moment to escape your spell for a moment. He was barely able to form coherent sentences with the view that he was watching. 

Maybe your job takes too much out of you, Taehyung-ssi. 

“I’m okay, thank you,” Taehyung murmured, his eyes closed now. He knew he wasn’t really making sense, but he didn’t care.

You weren’t done yet. You pushed Taehyung’s arm back a little to allow space for you to straddle him. His eyes pleaded with you as you lifted your skirt just enough to expose your soaked pussy to him. Of course, you were fucking commando. 

Taehyung felt like he could cry. He watched you with desperate eyes as you leaned back and propped yourself up with your hands behind you on his knees, and slowly started grinding yourself down against Taehyung’s bare cock. He twitched under you at the warmth of your wet pussy sliding up and down his length, his cock trapped between your heat and his own abdomen. Taehyung dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling and held his phone away from himself again, quiet whines falling helplessly from his lips. 

I’m just looking out for you, that’s all. 

The phone returned to his ear so that he could garble a reply.

“Thank you, Hyung,” he repeated, unable to think of anything else. 

You smiled down at him as you expertly rolled your hips forward, continuing to coat the underside of his cock with your warm, wet arousal. Taehyung’s mouth hung open with short pants as he watched the head of his own cock peek in and out from between your folds, milking pre cum out of his tip. Taehyung felt like screaming.

“I have to go,” Taehyung blurted out into the receiver. “Thank you, good night.” 

Okay, good n–

He had already hung up, his phone slipping out of his hands and hitting the ground. 

“So cute,” you cooed, continuing your motion. “You have your friend worried for you. Such a sweet boy.”

Taehyung nodded at your words, eyes still locked with what you were doing to him. 

You stood up and took his hand, and he stood up quickly, eager to do whatever you wanted him to do.

“Bring me to your bedroom, angel,” you said, the request sending Tae’s heart soaring. 

He walked with your hand in his, guiding you gently to his bedroom door. The door swung open, and he immediately got onto the large king bed, draped neatly in dark gray sheets and a little mountain of pillows.

Taehyung laid patiently on his back at the end of his bed as he watched you tug your top up over your shoulders and toss it to the ground. You looked so perfect in just your skirt, your sheer thigh-high pantyhose, and your bra. 

“Take those off,” you instructed, taking a step towards the bed. 

Taehyung quickly loosened his tie from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt all the way to the bottom before tossing them both to the floor. His trousers slid off a moment later, crumpling down to the ground. His cock sprang free, smacking himself in the abdomen with vigor.

You hummed to yourself at the view of his naked body. Of all the qualities that made him pathetic, his body definitely wasn’t one of them. 

You straddled him now, sliding further up his torso, your legs now on either side of his neck and sitting gently on his chest, pinching him between your thighs. 

“Let’s take these off too, hmm?” Your fingers reached for his glasses that now sat a little too low on his nose. 

He nodded, and you removed his glasses from his sweet little face. Except, in place of where his puppy eyes usually were, pitch-black pupils pierced through you with burning desire. Taehyung was typically calm and controlled, but his eyes were so blown out with lust that he looked like he had transformed into something else entirely. He looked like a starved dog—he might as well have been drooling. 

He was too far gone to feel ashamed now. In the everyday world, he was a quiet, polite, boring man who, other than sometimes getting hit on by the barista, lived his life completely under the radar. His friends and family treated him like he was fragile, like he couldn’t handle a thing. A ghost, a Clark Kent. 

That’s why he was addicted to you. Because while other people spoke up to him as to not hurt his feelings, and against all his wishes to keep his secret down, you knew he was a pathetic, desperately horny submissive man who needed to be bossed around and would let you step on him if you wanted to. Taehyung wasn’t a particularly exciting man, but you brought out all of his deepest desires every time you saw him, whether he liked it or not. 

You smiled and licked your lips at the sight of him. This was the man you loved fucking. Not the 5’10” nerd who spoke cautiously to everyone and apologized way too much, you knew how to unlock the man inside that ate your pussy until you tapped out and literally begged to fuck you over a balcony at the last New Year’s Eve party. 

Taehyung’s hands came up to give your bum a careful squeeze, coaxing you to lower yourself onto his mouth. 

“Baby, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty bedsheets,” you said with a small laugh. 

“Please,” he murmured, nudging you to straddle his face. “Ruin anything you want. Just let me taste you.” 

You scooted a little closer, and he lifted his head off the pillow to close the distance himself, so desperate. You let out a sharp exhale as he connects his mouth with your soaked pussy on his own. 

Taehyung ate pussy like it was his last meal. He had been practically itching for this all night, and when given the chance, he was going to cherish the taste of you.

You let out a breathy moan at the contact, his tongue lapping up your arousal in firm, long licks. His jaw closed and opened against the rhythm of your hips, drinking you up with such determination. Your fingers flew to his hair, gripping firmly enough to use as leverage as you ground your hips down against his mouth, earning a muffled moan from the man below you. 

Taehyung’s eyes were shut, and his jaw flexed as he continued to consume you, alternating between tongue-fucking you and lapping against your clit like a lollipop. Your moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth, gasoline to his fire. He pressed his nose against your folds, your symphony of sounds like praise to his humble ears. He felt like he could drown in your wetness, but he’d rather die than stop now. He was going to burrow his face so deep into your pussy that he’d taste you for the rest of the week. In this moment, he was all yours and he wanted you to absolutely use him.

His lips closed in around your clit, and he sucked gently on your clit in soft, quick pulses, making you arch your back and falter on your hips. The change in sensation made your knees buckle slightly, and your weight pinned Taehyung down into his mattress a little further, earning another moan from him into your pussy.

His hands came up to hold your hips and bum, holding you firmly against him as he continued to serve you. He held you tilted against his mouth like he was drinking out of you like a bowl, the sweetest thing he has ever been honoured to enjoy.

You felt a familiar knot form in your lower stomach, but you weren’t ready to give him the satisfaction of cumming on his face just yet.

You propped yourself up on your knees, giving him some air. He didn’t want it. He lifted his head again, trying to delve his tongue back into you, but you gently rocked your hips back to give yourself more separation. 

Taehyung looked up at you with his pitch-dark, puppy eyes, pinned underneath your legs. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, and his lips were swollen and pink. His entire chin was dripping.

“More,” he pleads. “Please let me have more.” 

“You look so pretty for me,” you praised him, and he licked his lower lip, awaiting for you to give him something more. 

Your thumb slid down to his chin, giving it a lazy wipe, before planting a firm open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Your tongue danced against his, muffling his moans with your own. You pressed down on his chin to guide him to open up his mouth. 

“Open up for me, darling,” you whispered, and he obeyed, his mouth open for you, his tongue ever so slightly peeking out. 

You leaned down towards him and brought your face so close to his, and let a warm pool of saliva drip off your tongue and land into his mouth. You spit gently into his mouth, and Taehyung whimpered at the sensation, swallowing your saliva with a soft groan. 

“Mm, Y/N,” he groaned, shaking his head in pure torment. “You’re so fucking hot.” 

He tilted his chin up towards you, silently begging for another kiss. You smiled and leaned back down, swiping your tongue along his lower lip and letting him whine against your lips. You let another pool of saliva drip into his mouth, and Taehyung drank it off your tongue. He was a puddle underneath you.

“Please let me keep going,” he begged quietly. “Let me taste you.”

“Such a good boy, hmm? Let’s not hurt your neck, baby. Get on the floor.” You lifted your leg over his face to free him from your straddle. 

Taehyung obeyed immediately, getting up off the covers and kneeling down at the foot of his own bed. The cold hardwood floor pressed against his knees, but he couldn’t notice a thing other than the way you undressed yourself in front of him, on his own bed. First, your bra unhooked, then your skirt slid down, until you were in nothing but your sheer thigh highs. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, bouncing gently against his toned stomach as he twitched at the sight of your naked body. 

You took a moment to look at him. The only light came from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft light emphasized every line and crevasse of his toned, built body. His hair was now dampened with sweat, his bangs stuck messily against his forehead. His eyes were wide and begging, and still dark as ever. He was on his knees with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for you to let him please you. 

“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, and you smiled and scooted closer to him. He gave you a soft kiss on your leg, trying to coax you to let him touch you.

“You’re going to eat my pussy from the back like a good boy, hm?” You turned around on your knees and bent forward with your bum in the air, teasing him with the view of you spread open in doggy-style in front of him.

“Yes, fuck—yes Y/N,” he spoke like he was going to cry. 

“And you’re going to touch yourself while you do it, hm? Let me hear how much I turn you on,” you almost smiled at your own torture.

“Yes–yes.” 

You smirked at him before letting him crawl up to you on his knees, and he closed his eyes as he let his tongue drag a slow, firm stripe up your fold from your clit to your opening. 

You let out a breathy moan, earning a whine from the shy, muscular man kneeling like a beggar behind you.

Taehyung was an obedient man. He kept his hands to himself as he licked you out, one hand slowly pumping himself as he felt you clench around his tongue. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. You moaned into the duvet as he continued to devour you, the change in angle making all the difference. Your clit was more sensitive now, and every flick of his tongue drew a whimper from your mouth. 

His hand was moving faster on himself now, and you could feel the rhythm of his hand rocking against the bed. His moans were muffled as he pushed his face in deeper, his mouth reaching every inch of your trembling pussy from top to bottom. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his breath hitching as he jerked himself off to the taste of you. “So–so sweet. So good. Let me make you cum, please. Please, baby. Please–fuck–let me spoil your pretty pussy.” 

Contrary to his everyday personality, Taehyung was awfully vocal with you. He was too shy to even use nicknames with you, but behind closed doors, he was just as dirty as you. As he neared his orgasm, his words got filthier, and he became more vocal about exactly what he wanted to do for you. 

The bed rocked a little harder at the pace that Taehyung was pumping himself, his moans spilling out clumsily. You could tell he was close.

“Your cunt is so good to me–fuck–so pretty. Cum on my tongue, please, baby. Fuck–let me–let me have it.” Taehyung was about to explode.

You took that as your cue to back off from his tongue. He let out a whimper in protest, leaning forward to try to get one last kiss in as you crawled further up the bed. 

“Come here,” you said breathily, the command in your voice growing weaker and more urgent. “Lie on your back.” 

He practically leaped up onto the bed, lying down against his own pillow in the centre of the bed. You climbed over him again, this time straddling his waist. His eyes looked at you wide and desperate, like a puppy begging for a treat. Taehyung wasn’t too convincing with his words at times, but his eyes did everything for you.  

“I’m going to ride you nice and slow, baby.” You leaned up onto your knees, sliding your dripping wet pussy up the length of his cock pressed against his abdomen one more time. “Just how you like it, hm?”

“God, yes.” 

“But you’re not going to touch me. Okay, angel?” 

Taehyung looked at you in disbelief. You were towering over him, naked and perfectly dewy with sweat and your body oil. Your hair was slightly messy but still fell around your face in a way that made his cock twitch, and your eyeliner was still perfect as ever.

How the fuck was he not supposed to touch you?

You sank down onto him, bottoming out as the tip of his cock rammed into your g-spot. You both moaned in unison before you propped yourself onto your arms and started slowly rolling your hips up and down his length.

“God, your pussy is so perfect,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, eyes dropping down to watch you slide down on his dick once more. All the shyness in him had dissolved the moment his cock delved into the warmth of your wet heat.

You gently picked up the speed, reaching a pace that matched the whimpers that were spilling out of the mouth of the closed-eyed man under you. 

“I need more,” he whined. “Please, I want–please. Need you to fuck me like I’m a good boy.” 

You smirked and lifted onto your knees before forcing yourself back down onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into you with a force that made him recoil upwards. 

“That’s it, baby. Oh my god,” he murmured, his lips pink and swollen as he bit down onto them between moans.

Taehyung let out a cry, and his hands came up to hold you by the waist, helping himself to more. You were so lost in the rhythm of riding him that you didn’t notice the rule break right away. He pushed your hips down harder against his, letting the tip of his dick knock feverishly against your g-spot. So fucking good.

You realized what he was doing a moment later, and immediately, you grabbed his wrists. His eyes cracked open, and you could tell that he didn’t feel so bad about disobeying you.

“What did I just say, Tete?” That nickname made his cock twitch inside of you. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. “You’re not very good at following instructions tonight, are you?”

He shook his head, cheeks flushed and only half listening. He was drunk off your pussy, rutting his hips up into yours continually, trying to feel that sensation of you milking his needy cock again. But you weren’t going to let it slide. 

You leaned over the bed and reached for the tie that he had loosened and cast off to the side earlier, the knot still tied loosely. 

“Hands,” you ordered. 

Taehyung felt his heart race in anticipation. Like a good boy, he held his wrists out to you, letting you wrap his tie around them, before you pulled the knot tighter again. The restraint of his hands made his head spin; he was so vulnerable under you, and he loved it. You could do anything to him, and he’d take it eagerly. 

“Since you can’t fucking control yourself,” you whispered, and Taehyung’s expression was a mix of guilt and a hint of cockiness. You knew he loved this.

The knot felt tight but secure around his wrists, and you took his two bound hands and pinned them up above his head. His arms flexed as he let you held him down, the tendons of his forearms protruding in a way that made you want to bite them. 

You continued rolling your hips against his, picking up the pace again, and his orchestra of whimpers and moans continued. Taehyung was, obviously, much stronger than you. But his arms stayed put anyway, the weight of your arm forcing them down just enough to drive him over the edge. 

The room was quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of wet skin on skin, the erotic sounds coming from Taehyung’s lips against the accompaniment of the city sounds down below. 

Taehyung’s head knocked against his pillow helplessly as he fought against the restraint of the tie around his wrists, wanting to touch you, but also loving the sensation of being held down. He bucked his hips upwards like a dog in heat, matching your tempo as your ass smacked against his thighs.

“Yeah, angel? Are you enjoying being held down? Such a naughty boy,” you hummed sweetly. “You like this?”

“Love this, love–you,” he groaned, eyes still completely shut, his jaw clenched. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden sweet words, but you maintained pace.

Taehyung was too pussy drunk to think straight, just an endless stream of praise and sweet talking fell from his lips as you milked him closer to his demise. The knot in his stomach grew tighter, and his abdomen was fully flexed, his V-line prominent and hauntingly beautiful in the dim light.

“May I–please–may I cum inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he breathed. “Let me cum inside your perfect pussy?” His eyes were open again now, and they bore into you, pleading with you. 

How could you say no to those pretty eyes?

You leaned down towards him, letting his hips rut upwards and fuck you from below. 

“Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” you whispered into his ear. The coil in his stomach snapped.

Taehyung’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and his vision blanked out for a moment as all he felt was euphoric bliss.

“Fuuuck,” he cried out, his arms still pinned under your hands. “God–Y/N, I’m–cumming.”

You rolled your hips against his, letting him ride out his orgasm underneath you. His skin glistened with sweat, his brows knitted together as he chased his climax.

“Y/N, I’m so–fuck–” he spluttered, your name falling from his lips over and over again like it was a prayer. 

He thrust his hips upwards a few more times before he slowed his pace and held his hands up towards you, silently begging you to remove the tie. You smiled and loosened the knot before giving him a sweet kiss on his wrists. 

“Good boy,” you whispered. “You did so well.” 

Something in his demeanour had changed. His desperation had turned to insistence, authority.

“We’re not done, though, are we, baby?” He growled beneath you before helping you up off his hips. You let out a laugh as he picked you up and moved you to the end of his bed, letting you bend over on your hands and knees.

If there was one thing Taehyung couldn’t get enough of more than going down on you, it was bending you over.

He towered over you now, his cock still hard as ever. He slid his cock right back inside you so easily, the different angle hitting your g-spot in a way that made you yelp. 

“I need to feel you cum on this cock, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I need it.” 

You were worn out, and your knees felt weak, but your pussy clenched around him feverently. Both of you moaned in chorus at the feeling of fullness inside of you. He picked up the pace again, punching the air out of your lungs with the strength of his thrusts against your backside.

“God, fuck, Tae!” you cried out, your face buried into his duvet. He loved seeing you like this for him, bent over and taking him. This view kept him crawling back to you over and over again. 

His whimpers grew more pathetic and high-pitched; he was combating his own overstimulation to please you. Your pussy milked him tightly as he felt you near your orgasm, and the intensity made him want to cry. His head fell forward, his face in a grimace, teeth clenched, and brows furrowed. Despite the hisses that escaped his mouth, his hips continued at a torturous pace, rocking you nearer and nearer to your bliss. 

His fingers came down to caress your clit, rubbing quick circles and pressing with just enough pressure to make your legs tense up. 

“God, don’t stop, Tae,” you begged. “Keep fucking me, just like this.” 

“Anything you want, baby,” he cooed, his other hand holding you around your waist, pinning your body against his tighter. 

Taehyung winced as he fucked you deeper, his cock begging for the friction to stop, but his mind was sharpened, only knowing the goal of making you finish all over him. He dug his teeth hard into his lower lip as he pushed through his own sensitivity, determined to please the beautiful vixen spread across his bed. 

Your vision was going blurry now; you couldn’t even think straight. The fire in your core burned hotter, and you felt your orgasm about to tip you over the edge.

“I’m–I’m cumming,” you cried out, as the electricity flooded your body. Every part of you shook, your legs tensed as Taehyung railed you through your climax.

“God, fuck! Taehyung,” you were drunk off his cock, letting him split you open as you felt your body turn to jelly. He rocked his hips against yours a few more times before he slowed his pace and collapsed down onto the bed together with you. 

The two of you were sprawled across his bed, his body on top of yours, and your chests rose and fell heavily in tandem, both panting in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him for comfort as he came down from his high. He stayed inside of you, a comfort you allowed and appreciated while your head spun. 

“Here, baby, let me.” Taehyung planted a kiss on your shoulder before he gently pulled himself out, a spill of your fluids mixed, dripping out of you slowly and trickling down your leg.

“Mm, that’s hot,” he murmured to himself, eyeing his own climax dripping out of you like icing off a cinnamon bun.

He slid two fingers gently between your folds, collecting the sticky white fluid up on his fingers, before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around his digits. He let out a soft moan at the taste of you and him, a cocktail that he was addicted to. You watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean, before rounding your shoulder and lifting your chin towards his, planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips. 

When he pulled away, you looked a little shocked. This was the type of man he really was, and he only ever wanted to show you this side of him. He gave you a small smirk. Was that cockiness behind those eyes? 

“Don’t move,” Taehyung whispered, and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you collapsed and messy on his bedsheets. Your eyes slowly blinked as you took in the silence that lured you into slumber. The room was…strangely familiar. Safe. The softness of the duvet against your cheek comforted you as you came back to reality. The sheets smelled like him, a mix of his scent and the bodywash he had in his shower. 

When he returned, he had changed into a pair of light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt that fit him way too nicely for you to ignore. He held a warm, wet washcloth and lowered himself to his knees again to clean you up. He was gentle, careful not to stimulate you again, and he wiped you clean, your stomach, your bum, your back, and you felt a little flutter in your chest. 

You two had only ever hooked up in inconvenient places. Here, you were safe and warm on his bed, and he was taking such good care of you: something he was never able to do for you before. 

Your original top and skirt were tossed to the ground, and Taehyung collected them for you. The late night had grown colder, and Taehyung had brought you one of his own hoodies. 

“You didn’t come with a jacket,” he mumbled as he held the sweater towards you. “Please, take it. I don’t want you to be cold.” 

You would have turned it down, but you knew that you had ruined your skirt tonight, and you did not want to climb back into your uncomfortable corset again. Against your own typical independence, you lazily threw your arms towards him with a pout, welcoming him to drape the hoodie over your naked body for you. His eyes lit up a little, but he remained calm and quiet. He draped the large hoodie over your body, and its warmth enveloped you like a blanket, like an embrace. The familiar scent of his deodorant tickled your senses.

“This is okay?” he murmured as he guided the hoodie down your body until you were fully covered. You nodded and got up off his bed before heading over to the door of his balcony. 

The city was quieter at this hour, and the cool air felt good against your cheeks and your bare legs. Taehyung appeared a few moments later, in a cardigan and his glasses again and holding a small glass ashtray, placing it on the ledge for you. The two of you stood next to each other, staring out at the large city that stretched below you, listening to the cars and hum of the urban sprawl together.

Taehyung was sipping a glass of water, and he handed it to you, urging you to take a sip. You accepted.

“Great job tonight,” you said to him with a small breathless laugh, handing his glass of water back to him. A smile spread across his face as he took back his drink.

“You too,” he said with a smug laugh. His cockiness only really ever came out around you when you two were alone. You liked that he felt comfortable enough around you to be himself.

A silence fell between you two, comfortable and easy. 

“Can I take you to dinner?” 

“For what?” 

“I…I want to see you again.” 

“That’s sweet,” you began. “But you don’t want to take that Soo-min girl to dinner?”

He shook his head ferverently. 

“No,” he said with an awkward smile. “I only want to see you.”

You looked up at him with sympathy in your eyes. He looked at you with pure, unfiltered honesty; it almost made you feel bad for him.

“Tae,” you drawled. “We’ve talked about this before.” 

Your words were only a dull pain in his chest—he knew this already. He knew you didn’t love him when you flirted with him, when you spent your night with him, when you let him bend you over your friend’s balcony. A younger him would have let the ache bother him, but it only fueled him more now. 

You turned to step back inside to grab your bag. Taehyung was one step ahead of you: he pulled out a pack of his own cigarettes before you could find yours, and slid one in between your lips. He didn’t smoke, but he knew the brand you enjoyed and had kept the pack from ages ago when he bought it for you. The small gesture made you smile.

“I know. I’m not the man for you.”

“Mhm.”

“But, what if you’re the woman for me?” 

You laughed, letting him light the end of your cigarette for you as you took your initial drag. 

“There’s not another girl in your life, Tete? Someone who loves you and treats you sweetly?”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and fluffed the back of his hair. 

His silence was your answer: he avoided other women because he was only ever thinking about you.

“Or do you only chase the one who only lets you see her after dark and uses your body like a toy?” 

Tae felt his cheeks get warm, and he adjusted his glasses. 

“I only…want you,” he spoke towards the ground. 

A silence hung in the air as you looked over the balcony at the city below you, nursing the cigarette between your fingers. There was a shift in your expression, like a hint of pity, or something else. Taehyung watched you intently.

“I’m free on Thursday evening. You can pick me up at 8.” 

His eyes widened at your words. You have never said yes to him a day in his life for the whole time you’ve known him. Taehyung’s heart soared at your approval, but he knew better than to scare you off. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Okay.” 

You continued to finish your cigarette and Taehyung leaned over the balcony ledge with you, both of you enjoying each other’s presence and the quiet night. 

“Stay the night?” Taehyung managed to ask, all his shame and pride washed down the drain. 

You turned to look at him, cigarette smoke floating prettily around your face as you flicked some ash off the end. 

“I can run you a bath, and I have some pyjamas I can lend you, they’re comfortable, I promise—“

“Taehyung.” 

God, his whole chest ached at the way you said his name, like it was a command. 

“I’ll see you later,” you smiled sweetly at him as you ashed your cigarette out into the little glass tray he had set out for you. 

Taehyung walked you to his door and helped you back into your heels before handing you your purse. You pulled the hood of his sweater up over your hair, cocooning you in its warmth. 

You hadn’t even left yet, and he felt his chest draining.

You unlocked his front door before turning back towards him, giving him a sweet pat on the cheek. Taehyung’s eyes danced desperately all over your face, memorizing the image of you in his hoodie, comfy, messy-haired, and leaving his apartment. His heart thumped in his chest like he was going to die: it was like his withdrawals began immediately. 

“Try not to miss me too much, Tete. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night,” you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before opening and disappearing out his door.

It was far too late for that. You were embedded into his skin, his tongue, his consciousness. He wasn’t going to sleep until after he saw you again. 

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

God nerdy Tete is so hot and pathetic it’s perfect

{PART 2 IS HERE}

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S E N S I T I V E • P L A C E S

❛ BTS accidentally find one of your sensitive spots ❜

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JEON JUNGKOOK ❤︎

The two of you volunteer at an animal shelter every month. Today, a stubborn golden retriever has decided your shoelaces are public property. You crouch to rescue them while laughing so hard your balance disappears.

Before you can fall backwards, Jungkook catches you, his hand landing naturally against the small of your back. The contact sends a shiver through you, not because of the surprise of his reflexes, but because of where it is. 

"Are you okay?"

You nod too quickly. "Yeah,” you answer a little too hurriedly. 

Jungkook’s brow furrows. "Then why are you… oh my God!” His eyes widen. “Y/N, you’re blushing!"

"I'm warm, Koo,” you protest. 

He shoots you a look. "It's November."

You open your mouth to argue, but just at that moment, Jungkook absent-mindedly rubs a tiny circle through your sweater with the pad of his thumb while helping you stand.

Every coherent thought vanishes and you feel Jungkook still. "No way!"

You bury your face against his broad shoulder. "Don't."

His laugh is low and completely unrestrained. "I've been dating you all this time and I'm only finding this out now?"

"It wasn't intentional."

"So this—" He keeps his hand exactly where it is. "Can be used against you, huh?”

You mush your face into him a little more as the dogs begin barking around you, impatient for attention. Jungkook smiles before giving your lower back one affectionate squeeze. "I suppose I'll have to protect this weakness,” he tells you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

"You sound far too pleased,” you quip. 

"Oh, I am."

KIM TAEHYUNG/V ❤︎

The antique market smells faintly of well-read books and old, polished wood. Taehyung disappears every few minutes, stopping at various stalls captivated by vintage cameras, strange paintings and cracked vinyl records that only he seems capable of loving immediately.

You find him listening intently to an elderly shopkeeper who is telling a story about a piano older than both of you. When you hold out your hand to help him up, his fingers wrap around your wrist, his thumb idly stroking the inside.

You inhale sharply and his eyes flick upward. "Again,” he says gently. 

"What?"

Taehyung slowly traces the same spot, and your heartbeat betrays you instantly. A smile spreads across his face, soft, curious and delighted. "You're sensitive here,” he announces. "You just almost stopped breathing when I touched it."

You stare back at him stunned. He turns your hand over, studying your palm as though examining a priceless painting before brushing another feather-light stroke over your wrist. Heat races all the way to your cheeks.

"So pretty," he says quietly, his eyes meeting yours. "The way you look when you trust me enough not to pull away."

The words steal every clever reply you had, and instead, you lace your fingers through his. Taehyung lifts your hand and presses a lingering kiss against the inside of your wrist.

Your entire body forgets how to function.

KIM SEOKJIN/JIN ❤︎

It's late, and you and Seokjin are in the kitchen making dumplings at his parents' house while everyone else argues in the sitting room over an old family photo album. Flour dusts the sleeves of his jumper and somehow, he has managed to get a little in the bangs that fall over his forehead too. 

You smile to yourself, it’s cute. 

You steal a piece of filling, and he catches you with a dramatic gasp worthy of an award ceremony. "Yah!” he exclaims, eyes widening. “That's theft."

"It was quality control,” you protest. 

He shakes his head, laughing, before stepping behind you to reach for something located in the top cupboard. His chest brushes your back for only a second, but it's enough to send a surge of excitement you’re your spine. 

"You've gone all stiff," he murmurs, stilling behind you. 

"I'm fine,” you reply, your voice husky. 

"Mmhmm,” he hums suspiciously, sliding his fingers lightly beneath the collar of your blouse to brush stray flour from the hollow of your neck. 

The reaction is immediate. Your shoulders jump, and a tiny, embarrassing sound escapes before you can stop it. Seokjin smirks. You stare at the countertop, face flushing. 

"Did you find what you were looking for?” you ask quietly, desperately trying to shift attention away from yourself. 

“No,” Seokjin replies with a smile. “But I found something else.”  

He leans closer, simply letting his breath ghost against the sensitive spot beneath your ear and your knees nearly give out. "You are terrible,” you chide, tone strained. 

"I prefer to call it observant," he whispers lightly, plump soft lips brushing your neck. You literally tremble under his touch. 

Later, when the family finally leaves, Seokjin dips his head and presses one impossibly gentle kiss in the exact spot he’s discovered. "You know," he says, smiling against your skin, "—I think this just might be my favourite discovery."

PARK JIMIN ❤︎

The fitting room is chaos. You're struggling, trying to zip up a dress that clearly has no interest in cooperating.

"Need help?" Jimin calls through the curtain.

"No,” you call, but five seconds later you’ve changed your mind as you stick your head out from behind the curtain. "Maybe?"

He slips inside with a grin already waiting. "I guess your dress has put up a fight."

"Yeah,” you say flatly. “—It won."

Jimin laughs before carefully pulling the zip upward. His fingertips accidentally skim the edge of your shoulder blade, and instantly you melt. 

He blinks. "Was that—?"

You hide your face and Jimin's smile softens. "So that's your spot,” he says gently. 

He brushes a strand of hair away before placing the gentlest kiss against your shoulder.

"So beautiful."

"Are you weaponizing compliments?" you ask. 

"I'm appreciating my girlfriend.”

Jimin’s hands remain respectful, fixing the dress on you instead of lingering. But when you finally look in the mirror, he isn't watching the outfit. He's watching you smile.

"I think," he says, "This dress just might not be my favourite thing you've worn."

"What?" you say in disbelief. 

"It’s your expression."

MIN YOONGI/SUGA ❤︎

Rain drums softly against the studio windows. You're stretched across the couch reading while Yoongi rewrites the same verse for what feels like the hundredth time. Without looking away from the monitor, he reaches out with one foot and nudges your leg. 

"Move over,” he says. 

"You have an entire studio."

"I want this part."

You roll your eyes but shift. As he settles beside you, his hand brushes absent-mindedly behind your knee. You jerk so violently your bookmark flies across the room and then silence fills the room. 

Yoongi slowly turns his head. "Interesting,” he comments, raising an eyebrow. "You reacted."

"I was surprised."

"Yeah?"

A couple of quiet minutes pass before he gently rests his hand there again, warm and steady instead of ticklish. The tension leaves your body almost instantly. "So that's what it is,” he says. "It calms you."

His voice is so matter of fact that it almost makes you emotional. When you lean against him without thinking, he doesn't tease you. He simply keeps his hand where it is, squeezing lightly.

"You don't always have to tell me what you need," he says. "—I'll figure some of it out."

KIM NAMJOON/RM ❤︎

The museum is nearly empty. You pause before an enormous abstract canvas neither of you fully understands.

"It feels—" Namjoon begins.

"Expensive?" you suggest. 

He laughs. "That too."

You lean closer to read the description, and your scarf slips sideways. Without thinking, he reaches over to straighten it, his knuckles brushing at your collarbone. The breath catches in your throat and his hand stills immediately. "Did I hurt you?"

"No."

He searches your face. "Sensitive?"

You nod once. Instead of teasing you, he carefully tucks the scarf back into place. "There."

His fingertips linger only long enough to make sure the fabric stays put. "I'll remember."

The simplicity of those words affects you far more than any dramatic declaration could. He doesn't need to prove he knows you, he simply learns you. 

As you continue through the gallery, his fingers find yours instead.

HOBI/J-HOPE ❤︎

The kitchen is a complete disaster. Sugar sprinkles are spread out in every direction over the counter, there's a suspicious amount of icing on the wall, and the playlist Hobi put on two hours ago has somehow turned baking into an impromptu dance rehearsal.

"This is your fault," you laugh, pointing at the lopsided cake currently threatening to collapse.

"My fault?" He places a hand dramatically against his chest. “I was following your instructions.”

"My instructions did not include singing into the whisk like it was a microphone."

"It improved morale."

You snort, trying and failing miserably to smooth icing over the crooked top. Hobi wanders over with the confidence of someone who has absolutely no intention of helping. He slips behind you, looping an arm loosely around your waist so he can peek over your shoulder. "It looks great."

"You're lying."

"I never lie,” he tells you. “I’m being encouraging."

As he laughs, his hand shifts absent-mindedly, his fingertips brushing lightly across your stomach through your T-shirt. You fold forward with an involuntary gasp, grabbing the counter to steady yourself.

He immediately pulls his hand back. "Whoa! Are you okay?"

You nod, cheeks warming. "I'm fine."

His eyes narrow with curiosity. "That wasn't because I startled you."

You try to busy yourself with the icing. "I don't know what you're talking about."

A grin slowly spreads across his face. "I got it." He reaches out again, giving the gentlest brush over the same spot and you can't stop the little laugh that escapes.

"I knew it!" he exclaims triumphantly. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard."

"You are never allowed to use this against me."

He pretends to think about it for a moment before smiling so brightly your heart aches. "I won't." His expression softens, playful mischief giving way to something infinitely more tender. "But I will remember that this is where you instinctively lean into me."

He rests his palm lightly against your stomach, warm and reassuring rather than teasing, and you find yourself doing exactly what he said, you lean back until you're comfortably tucked against his chest.

"See?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair. "Perfect fit."

The cake ends up crooked, but neither of you minds in the slightest.

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Bangtan boys! Reaction to their s/o asking them to leave as they're about to change clothes

Warning: grammar!, fluff~

Feat: RM, JIN, SUGA, J-HOPE, JIMIN, TAEHYUNG, JUNGKOOK

Thank you for the support from my previous work

RM

— He will look at you! While raising one of his eyebrows. Arms crossed.

— "Asking me to leave when I already see every inch of your body?" Well you can't argue with that.

JIN

— "Whaat?!" He said! Both hands are placed on his hips! Looking annoyed.

— He will give you the look! "Why would you ask me to do that! When I already memorized every inch of your body!" He'll just stay there while scolding you, even if he's starting to turn pink.

Suga

— "And?" He said! While learning on the door frame. With a serious face.

— You can't win against this big cat even if you try. He will just stay there watching you change. "I am not going to eat you" well he looks like he's going to.

J-HOPE

— "You have watched me change before... Have I ever asked you to leave?" What a good point.

— Hobi! Will give you the meanest side eyes. So you just better let him stay.

JIMIN

— "Is my sexy baby shy?" he said while walking towards you with the sexiest grin ever. He teasingly wraps his arms around you, pressing kisses on your shoulders.

— "Go on, I wanna see" He said while pressing kisses on your shoulder and neck.

Taehyung

— "Huh?" He said! While slowly going back to his seat.

— You asked him to leave again! But it seems that he's pretending to not understand what you were saying. He just stayed there looking at you.

Jungkook

— "No" He said while eating some food he brought. You'll ask him multiple times if he could leave you alone for a moment because you needed to change your clothes.

— Of course! He'll say "No" Well... He's Jungkook.

[yourfavtangerine]

Can you make a tiger taehyung smut pls where you adopt him from a shelter and he doesn’t like anyone at first but end up liking you

Taming the tiger

Tiger hybrid!Taehyung x reader

Genre: Hybrid AU, fluff, smut

Wc:~2.3k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, oral both receiving, boobs licking, multiple rounds, textured tongue, multiple positions

A/N: just a quick something because i don't have much time to write lately (exam week 😔) sorryif it's short

The fluorescent lights of the hybrid shelter buzzed overhead like bees, casting a sterile glow over the rows of enclosures. You had come here on a whim, really, loneliness had been creeping in after your last breakup, and the idea of adopting a hybrid companion seemed like a good way to fill the void. Hybrids were part human, part animal, created in labs decades ago for companionship, labor, or entertainment. But society hadn't always been kind to them, and shelters like this were full of the abandoned or mistreated ones.

You wandered the halls, peering into the glass-fronted rooms. Most hybrids perked up at the sight of a potential adopter: puppy hybrids wagging tails, cat hybrids batting at toys to draw attention. But then you reached the end of the row, where a sign read "Exotic Hybrids: Handle with Caution." Inside, curled up in the corner on a thin mattress, was a tiger hybrid. His orange fur striped with black gleamed under the lights, his tail flicking irritably as he glared at the wall. Ears twitched atop his head, flattened in annoyance, and his muscular frame was tense, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"His name's Taehyung" the shelter worker said, a middle-aged woman named Ms. Lee, as she unlocked the door for you. "He's a rare one, a tiger hybrid, full-grown, about 25 in human years. Been here six months. Previous owners couldn't handle him. He's... temperamental."

You stepped inside cautiously, the door clicking shut behind you. Taehyung didn't even look up. His golden eyes remained fixed on the floor, his claws retracted but visible on his large hands. He was shirtless, wearing only loose pants that hung low on his hips, revealing the defined lines of his abdomen and the faint stripes that trailed down his sides.

"Hey, Taehyung" you said softly, kneeling a few feet away. "I'm Y/N. I was thinking maybe you'd like to come home with me?"

He finally glanced at you, his gaze sharp and unyielding, like a predator sizing up prey. A low growl rumbled from his chest, not aggressive, but warning. "Don't need pity" he muttered, voice deep and velvety, laced with a faint accent you couldn't place. "Go adopt a puppy. They'll lick your face and beg for treats."

Ms. Lee sighed from outside. "See? He's like that with everyone. Bites if you get too close too fast. But he's healthy, vaccinated, and... well, he's got potential."

You didn't back down. Something about his defiance drew you in, the way his ears flicked, the intelligence in his eyes. You visited every day for a week, sitting outside his enclosure at first, then inside, talking about your life, your job as a graphic designer, your favorite foods. He ignored you mostly, but sometimes his tail would stop lashing, or he'd shift just a little closer.

On the seventh day, you brought a sketchpad and drew him from afar. He noticed, his head tilting curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Drawing you" you replied, showing him the rough lines of his striped form. "You're beautiful."

He snorted, but there was a flicker in his eyes, surprise? Interest? "Flattery won't work."

But it did, slowly. The paperwork went through, and two weeks later, Taehyung was in your apartment. He claimed the couch immediately, sprawling out with his tail draped over the armrest, watching you warily as you set up his room. "This is temporary" he grumbled. "Don't get used to me."

He was cold at first, snapping if you got too close, refusing meals unless you left them out and walked away. He'd prowl the apartment at night, his soft footfalls echoing, and you'd wake to find him staring out the window, ears pinned back in what looked like longing or frustration. Hybrids like him weren't meant for domestication; tigers were solitary, fierce. But you persisted, giving him space, leaving little gifts: a soft blanket scented with lavender (you'd read tigers liked calming smells), fresh salmon from the market, even a laser pointer that made him chase the dot across the floor one evening before he caught himself and stalked away in embarrassment.

Weeks turned into months. The breakthrough came on a rainy afternoon. You were working from home, sketching on your tablet, when thunder boomed outside. Taehyung, who had been napping in his room, bolted into the living room, ears flat, tail puffed. He hated storms, something from his past, maybe. Without thinking, he pressed against your side on the couch, his body heat radiating through his thin shirt.

You froze, heart pounding. "Hey, it's okay" you whispered, tentatively placing a hand on his back. His fur was soft under the fabric, muscles rippling as he tensed... but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, a low purr starting in his chest, the first you'd heard.

From there, he warmed up. He'd sit closer during movie nights, his tail occasionally brushing your leg. He'd help with chores, his strength making light work of carrying groceries. Conversations flowed: he told you about his early days in a lab, bounced between owners who wanted a "trophy hybrid" but couldn't handle his independence. "You're different" he admitted one night over dinner. "You don't try to own me."

You smiled, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. "I just want you to be happy here."

His golden eyes met yours, softening. "I am."

The tension built subtly. You'd catch him watching you; when you stretched after work, your shirt riding up; when you laughed at a joke, your eyes sparkling. His purrs became more frequent, especially when you absentmindedly scratched behind his ears while reading. One evening, as you cooked stir-fry, he came up behind you, his breath hot on your neck. "Smells good" he murmured, but his nose nuzzled your hair, inhaling your scent.

You shivered, turning to face him. He was close, too close, his broad chest nearly brushing yours, stripes peeking from his open collar. "Taehyung..."

He tilted his head, ears perking. "What? Can't a tiger appreciate his... caretaker?"

The air thickened. That night, you dreamed of him, his hands on you, claws grazing skin without breaking it, his purr vibrating against your body.

It escalated over the next few days. Playful wrestling on the couch turned into lingering touches. He'd pin you gently, his weight a delicious pressure, golden eyes darkening with something primal. "You're teasing me" he growled once, after you wore shorts that showed off your legs.

"Me? You're the one with the tail wrapping around my ankle" you shot back, breathless.

He smirked, fangs glinting. "Instinct."

The dam broke on a Friday night. You'd had a long day, coming home to find Taehyung lounging shirtless on the couch, his striped skin glowing in the lamplight. He looked up, sensing your fatigue, and patted the spot beside him. "Come here."

You sank down, and he pulled you into his lap without warning, strong arms encircling you. "Tae-"

"Shh" he purred, nuzzling your neck. His tongue darted out, rough like a cat's, licking a stripe along your pulse. "You've been so good to me. Let me return the favor."

Your breath hitched as his hands roamed, sliding under your shirt to trace your spine. His claws were sheathed, but the promise of them sent a thrill through you. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled, deep and resonant, vibrating against your chest. "You know what I mean. I can smell it on you, your arousal. Every time I get close, it spikes."

Heat flooded your face, but denial was pointless. You'd wanted this, fantasized about it. "Then... show me."

His eyes flashed with hunger. In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, hovering over you like a predator claiming his territory. His tail swished behind him, ears forward in focus. "Say it properly" he demanded, voice husky. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Taehyung" you whispered, reaching up to tangle fingers in his hair, tugging his ears gently. He groaned, hips grinding down instinctively, letting you feel the hard length straining against his pants.

"Good girl" he praised, fangs grazing your collarbone as he peeled off your shirt. His mouth descended, hot and wet, laving at your skin. He nipped lightly, not breaking skin, but the sharpness made you arch. "So sensitive already."

He took his time, worshipping your body. His rough tongue circled your nipples, drawing them into stiff peaks as you moaned, hands clutching his shoulders. The stripes on his arms flexed under your touch, his purr constant now, a low rumble that sent vibrations straight to your core.

"Please" you begged, thighs pressing together for friction.

He smirked, sliding down your body. "Patience, kitten." His claws extended just enough to hook into your pants, shredding them with a careful rip, fabric tearing but skin untouched. You gasped at the display of control. "I've wanted to taste you for weeks."

He spread your legs wide, golden eyes locked on your glistening folds. "Beautiful" he murmured, before diving in. His tongue was magic, rough texture stroking your clit in broad laps, then delving inside you, curling to hit spots that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He growled against you, the sound amplifying the pleasure, his hands pinning your hips as you bucked.

"Tae...oh god" you cried, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his ears. He responded by sucking harder, one claw-tipped finger teasing your entrance before pushing in, stretching you deliciously.

"You taste like heaven" he rumbled, adding a second finger, scissoring them while his tongue flicked relentlessly. The dual sensation built fast, coiling tight in your belly. "Come for me. Let me feel it."

You shattered, back arching as waves crashed over you, his name a litany on your lips. He lapped you through it, prolonging the ecstasy until you were trembling.

But he wasn't done. Rising, he shed his pants, revealing his cock: thick, veined, with a slight curve, the tip beaded with pre-cum. Tiger hybrids were built for dominance, and he was no exception. "On your knees" he commanded, voice gravelly.

You obeyed, mouth watering as you took him in hand, stroking the velvety length. He hissed, tail lashing, as you leaned in, tongue tracing the underside before sucking the head into your mouth. His flavor was musky, addictive. "Fuck, yes" he groaned, hand gentle in your hair, guiding but not forcing.

You took him deeper, hollowing cheeks, bobbing as his purr turned to growls. His hips twitched, but he held back, letting you set the pace. Saliva dripped down your chin, the lewd sounds filling the room. When you looked up, his eyes were hooded, fangs bared in pleasure.

"Enough" he pulled you off with a pop, lifting you effortlessly onto the couch arm, bending you over it. "I need to be inside you."

You whimpered in anticipation, ass up, exposed. He rubbed his cock against your slickness, teasing. "Beg for it."

"Please, Taehyung, fuck me" you pleaded, pushing back.

He thrust in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain, but oh so good. "So tight" he snarled, pausing to let you adjust, his tail wrapping around your waist like a possessive coil.

Then he moved, slow at first, savoring each drag, but building to a punishing rhythm. His hips snapped against yours, the slap of skin echoing, his growls mingling with your moans. One hand gripped your hip, claws pricking just enough to heighten sensation, the other reaching around to rub your clit.

"You're mine now" he panted, leaning over to bite your shoulder lightly, marking without breaking skin. "No one else touches you."

"Yes...yours" you gasped, the angle hitting your g-spot perfectly. Pressure built again, faster this time.

He flipped you suddenly, wanting to see your face. Legs wrapped around his waist, he drove deeper, his stripes seeming to shimmer with sweat. "Look at me when you come."

Eyes locked, the intimacy pushed you over. You clenched around him, screaming his name as bliss consumed you. He followed moments later, roaring as he spilled inside, hot and thick, his purr vibrating through both of you.

Collapsing together, he nuzzled your neck, licking the bite mark soothingly. "Mine" he murmured again, content.

You smiled, stroking his ears. "Yours."

But that was just the beginning. Over the next hours (yes, hours) Taehyung's hybrid stamina shone. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the sheets. "Round two" he grinned, fangs flashing.

This time, he was slower, sensual. He kissed every inch of you, from toes to forehead, his rough tongue leaving trails of fire. When he reached your core again, he ate you out languidly, fingers pumping as he coaxed another orgasm, drinking it down like nectar.

Then he had you ride him, hands on your hips guiding you as you bounced, his cock filling you perfectly. "That's it, take what you need" he encouraged, thumb circling your clit. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and he sat up to capture one in his mouth, sucking hard.

The position let you grind just right, building to a shattering climax. He flipped you onto all fours next, taking you from behind with animalistic fervor, his tail intertwining with your leg. The room filled with the scent of sex, your mingled moans a symphony.

By the third round, you were exhausted but insatiable. He spooned you from behind, sliding in gently, rocking slowly as he whispered praises. "So perfect for me. My mate."

His hand splayed over your belly, pressing down to feel himself inside you, the other tweaking your nipples. It was intimate, overwhelming, and when you came together, it felt like merging souls.

Dawn broke as you finally collapsed, tangled in sheets, his purr lulling you to sleep. Taehyung had gone from shelter stray to your everything and the heat between you was just igniting.

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Suits and Sigils | 6

four of petancles

⤷sypnosis: Kim Taehyung's worldview relies on three absolute truths: the law is malleable, his Tom Ford suits are impeccable, and every woman in the city wants him. Then he gets hijacked by a stranger who forces him to pay a luxury-car-sized vet bill for a stray puppy and looks at him like he's an annoying fly. He thinks your "mysterious intuition" is just a high-effort tactical play to get into his bed. You're just trying to survive your day job while your tarot deck screams that this idiot's logic is about to violently implode. It's fine. Everything is fine.

⤷pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

⤷genre: lawyer!taehyung, witch!reader, rom-com, urban fantasy, workplace/legal!au, fast-paced flirtation, one-sided slowburn.

⤷warnings: corporate arrogance, heavy wealth flexing, swearing, mild supernatural peril later on, taehyung getting completely humbled. also features some highly unprofessional legal counseling that eventually violates several workspace boundaries (yes, there is smut, he's a womanizer, what did you expect?).

⤷word count: 7.2k

a/n: here we are again with the funniest duo ever i swear to god i love them. i also missed writing his pov so we indulge in that this chapter.

i also hope everyone saw him being fashion police coming because that’s so canon™

mind you, new character unlocked. i hope everyone is excited for some stupidity because the dynamics are so funny. i’m genuinely laughing by myself i can’t wait to uncover them LMAO

—

What were you going to wear?

Stupid thought, perhaps. But a real question. Because he demanded a specific wardrobe from people working under him.

Under him.

His thoughts strayed for a split second—you’d look so good under him. Hands wrapped around—

He glanced at his watch. 9:02. You were late.

So he was cursed... and you were late. Do you not care about his wellbeing in his office?

Still, what were you going to wear?

A sharp throat-clearing jerked him back to the present. Taehyung sat at the head of the dark mahogany conference table, ankles casually crossed, a flawless mask of indifference slathered across his face. Surrounding him were eight senior executives sweating through their suits, hanging onto the fate of a deal.

"As you can see on slide twelve, Mr. Kim, the projected quarterly margins for the Johnson acquisition are showing a temporary three-percent dip during the integration phase," the VP of Finance said, his laser pointer trembling against the glass display board.

Taehyung didn't blink. He slowly brought two fingers up to tap his jawline, his eyes resting on the nervous executive. He was arrogant, yes, but he had earned every single drop of it. He was a shark in a tailored three-piece suit, and this boardroom was his ocean.

"You missed the tax liability clause in the European holding subsidiary," Taehyung spoke smoothly, his voice slicing through the tense silence like a razor blade. He hadn't even opened the leather-bound brief sitting in front of him.

He had memorized the entire four-hundred-page file over his six a.m. cappuccino.

The VP froze. "I—sir?"

"That 'three-percent dip' is actually an eleven-percent hemorrhage once the cross-border compliance penalties hit in Q3," Taehyung continued, leaning back in his chair with a slow grace. "You’re valuing the Johnson group's supply chain based on last year’s fuel indices, which renders your entire risk assessment utterly useless."

The room went dead silent.

"Draft a counter-offer stripping their board of voting rights, cut their golden parachutes by half, and have it on my desk by four," he added, setting his pen down with a sharp, final *clack*. "If they panic, remind them that without my firm's capital injection, their trading license gets revoked by midnight on Friday. Meeting adjourned."

He stood up, buttoning his jacket in one fluid motion, and walked out before the first briefcase even clicked shut.

Minji was already falling into step beside him in the marble corridor, tablet in hand. "The Johnson legal team is already protesting the board clause, sir."

"They'll sign," Taehyung replied coldly, not even slowing his stride. "They like breathing."

"And bring me another cappuccino, Minji," Taehyung added smoothly, adjusting his cuff as they reached his suite. "I almost broke a sweat back there."

Almost.

Because he was Kim Taehyung, and breaking a sweat anywhere outside a five-star gym was deeply, fundamentally wrong. His shirt was hand-spun cashmere, crisp and immaculate against his skin, and his cologne—a rich, unmistakable Armani signature—hung around him like an invisible suit of armor. He didn't do messy, and he certainly didn't do flustered.

He pushed open the heavy double doors to his private office, fully expecting the cool, sterile silence he paid millions a year to maintain.

Instead, he found you.

A warmth flickered in his chest at the sight of you occupying his domain. He really liked having you in his office.

He loved that you were in his space, scenting his air, turning his pristine solitude upside down. For a fraction of a second, the edge of his mouth twitched, threatening to curl into a genuine smile.

Then his eyes traveled down, taking in your outfit, and his expression completely stalled.

Flowy. Linen, probably.

Which would have been fantastic—sensational, even—if you were currently lounging on a private beach in Bali.

But you were not in Bali. You were sitting in the glass-walled headquarters of the top law firm in the country, spun around in his executive leather chair, casually draped in soft, earth-toned, unbothered linen.

Taehyung closed the double doors behind him with a quiet click. He stood there for a beat, letting his gaze drag slowly over every inch of your absurdly comfortable clothes, his jaw clenching in a mix of disbelief and mounting amusement.

"I see," he murmured, his voice carrying across the quiet room as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket. "You decided to interpret 'pretty-faced assistant' as 'bohemian tourist who took a wrong turn at the airport.'"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back further into the plush leather, unfazed. "What’s wrong with it? I don’t own suits, Taehyung."

"Let me guess," he said, taking a slow step toward the desk, resting one hand in his pocket while his other loosened his silk tie just a fraction. "Synthetic fabrics mess with your juju?"

"You’ve literally been cursed, I’m trying—"

"Hexy, baby," he interrupted, his voice dripping with a smooth, patronizing warmth as he tapped the face of his watch. "It’s currently 9:07 AM. The curse would’ve had seven whole minutes to kill me, and you weren't even here."

You crossed your arms over your chest, shooting him a glare. "I don’t like corporate timing."

"You’re in a corporation," he countered, stopping right in front of the desk and leaning over it, hiseyes locking onto yours. "And you’re wearing... linen."

"So?"

"So?" Taehyung stared at you, his jaw tightening as he gestured vaguely to your clothes with two fingers. "Linen?! In a firm that manages insanely sums of dollars acquisitions? You look like you’re about to offer my board members herbal tea and a tarot reading!"

"Thin line, Taehyung," you warned, narrowing your eyes at him as you shifted in his chair.

Taehyung didn't even flinch. A wicked smirk spread across his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I love thin lines, Hex. You know that. It's where all the fun happens."

"You’re pushing it," you snapped, sitting up straight and pointing an apple core at him like a weapon. "I am here to stop a generational entity from feeding on your arrogant soul, not to be judged on breathability fabrics."

Instead of backing off, Taehyung reached out, pulled the guest chair directly next to yours, and sat down.

He leaned back, crossing one tailored leg over his knee, his proximity cutting the distance between you to practically nothing.

He glanced down at the massive, high-backed leather chair you were sitting in, then back at your face.

"The chair?" he asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow. "You're sitting in my executive chair. The one that costs more than your entire wardrobe—linen included."

"I took it first," you said flatly. "Consider it my spiritual assistant signing bonus."

"Right. Your bonus for being seven minutes late to a life-or-death exorcism," he murmured, his voice dipping into a low, velvet register that vibrated right through you. He gestured toward the open client ledger on the desk. "And what, exactly, does my confidential tax history have to do with this entity?"

"I was looking for energy anchors, you idiot. Patterns. Dates. Money moves fast, but curses move faster."

"And did you find any?"

"No," you admitted, tossing the apple core into his pristine silver trash bin with a light thud. "Just that you spend an obscene amount of money on custom tailoring for someone who gets bothered by pants."

Taehyung let out an amused scoff, leaning in just close enough that the intoxicating scent of his cologne washed over you. "I'm comfortable."

"Anyways, I'll have to investigate the whole building, I think."

Taehyung's eyebrows shot up. "The whole building?"

You nodded, unbothered, unconsciously pouting your lips as you pondered the logistics. It was a completely harmless, absentminded gesture on your end—but to Taehyung, sitting mere inches away, it was a lethal distraction.

It gave his absurdly vivid imagination entirely too much material to work with, picturing those soft, pouty lips doing far less innocent things in this very office.

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he cut his own thoughts off before they went too far.

"You cannot do that," he said, his voice dropping into a firm cadence.

You blinked at him, completely thrown off by the sudden shift in his tone. "I'm sorry?"

"We need to make some adjustments," Taehyung said, standing up from his chair and smoothing down the front of his jacket. He looked down at you, towering over the desk with all the authority of a man used to getting whatever he wanted. "Get up."

You leaned back into the leather seat, crossing your arms snugly across your linen-clad chest. "I am not getting up."

"Get up."

"No."

"Get up," he repeated, his voice dangerously low, a sharp flicker of command cutting through his usual playful banter.

"I said no."

"Ge—"

"No."

"Hex. Please, get up."

"Beg," you said, resting your chin on your palm and looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a brief, suffering second, running a hand over his face. "Are you deranged? This suit alone—" He gestured down to his outfit, swallowing back his rising impatience.

"Why do I even need to get up?" you asked, refusing to budge an inch.

"Oh my god, fine. Don't."

He wanted to beg for other things. Truly, deeply wanted to. You getting out of his chair was nowhere near the top of that list.

That being said, Taehyung stepped around the side of the desk, invading your personal bubble in a heartbeat. Before you could react, his warm hands shot out, resting firmly on the sides of your waist over the loose, infuriating linen.

Slap.

You struck his hands away with a sharp sting, shooting upward in the chair as if electrocuted. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Taehyung didn't even flinch at the slap, but he did feel a jolt in his south region.

He ignored it.

He just held his hands in mid-air, flexing his fingers with a look of unapologetic innocence. "Measuring you?"

"For what? Throw-in-bed-ability?" You glared at him, your cheeks flushing a furious pink. "You are completely insane."

A slow smirk curled across his lips. He took a step closer, towering over you as his gaze dropped to your mouth before sliding back up to your eyes. "Woman, your mind genuinely fascinates me. If you wanted that, Hex, you could have just said so. I don't need a measurement to know you'd fit perfectly under me."

"Ugh!" You threw your hands up in disgust, taking a half-step back against the desk. "You are insufferable!"

"I was trying to see how many inches your waist is," he said smoothly, resting one hand on the edge of the desk behind you, trapping you in his space.

"For what possible reason?!"

"Because," Taehyung purred, his eyes flashing with victory as he pulled out his phone, "we are going to my tailor."

"We're what?" you echoed, blinking at him as if he had just spoken a completely foreign language.

"Going to my tailor," Taehyung repeated, his tone entirely too calm for the absurd statement he had just made.

"I got that part, smartass," you snapped, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, trying to maintain whatever leverage you had left while pinned against his desk. "Why?"

"Because you are wearing linen," he said, emphasizing the word like it was a contagious disease, "and we are literally in my firm."

"And?"

"And," Taehyung leaned in, his voice dropping into a commanding murmur that vibrated straight through the small space between you, "As my newly appointed 'spiritual assistant,' your presence reflects directly on me. Which means you will not be walking through these corridors looking like you just wandered off a holistic yoga retreat."

"This is organic linen, you pretentious corporate parasite!"

"It belongs on a beach," he corrected smoothly, unfazed by the insult. "Not in a building that manages million-dollar mergers. If you're going to parade around my office, tracking down ancient ancestral curses and tossing box after box of contraceptives at my head, you're going to do it in bespoke wool and structured silk."

"I am not letting you buy me a lawyer suit, Taehyung."

"It's not a choice, Hexy," he purred, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he tapped his phone screen to summon his driver. "Marcus is pulling the car around. We leave in five."

And in five, you left.

You were now marching into the pristine, marble-floored interior of Tailor's Tale, your feet tapping furiously against the stone while Taehyung trailed lazily behind you like a satisfied cat.

Maybe the linen had its benefits after all. In the harsh, morning sunlight streaming through the windows, the fabric proved to be just a tiny bit transparent. In any ordinary setting, it was subtle. In his billion-dollar firm, it would have been completely unacceptable.

It was, however, entirely acceptable to his heart. And his dick. Both were accepting the view remarkably well, considering the smooth lace outlined against your skin every time you took a step.

Is that a thong—

"Good day! How can I help you?"

The boutique associate materialized before he could finish that particular train of thought, her smile polished, professional, and focused on the impeccably tailored man walking half a step behind you.

Taehyung didn't miss a beat. He smoothly stepped up beside you, resting a heavy, warm hand on the small of your back—partly to guide you, and mostly just to mark his territory in front of the staff.

"My assistant needs a complete overhaul," Taehyung said smoothly, his deep voice carrying that effortless authority that instantly made the shopkeeper stand up a little straighter. "Bespoke suiting. Tailored trousers, silk blouses, structured blazers. Nothing off the rack, and absolutely no linen."

You elbowed him sharply in the ribs, but he didn't even flinch, his hand tightening just a fraction against your waist.

"Of course, Mr. Kim," the associate said, her eyes darting between his possessive grip and your defiant expression, instantly recognizing the dynamic. "Right this way to the private fitting suite."

The private fitting suite was absurdly luxurious—plush velvet seating, triple-angle mirrors, and a champagne bucket that Taehyung had ignored the moment he sat down, crossing his long legs and watching you like a hawk.

Ten minutes later, you stepped out from behind the velvet curtain in outfit number one: high-waisted black tailored pants and a crisp white button-down.

Taehyung leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes sweeping up from your shoes to your collar.

"Pants," he noted flatly. "Acceptable length. The shirt, however, looks like you’re preparing to serve appetizers at a catered gala."

"It's a classic white button-down, you snob," you snapped, smoothing out the front. "It’s practically the corporate uniform."

"On my floor, it’s the uniform of an intern who hasn't learned how to buy silk yet," he replied smoothly, waving a hand toward the curtain. "Next."

You scoffed, pulling the curtain shut with a sharp whoosh.

Two minutes passed before you dragged the curtain back open. This time, you were wearing a deep emerald green silk blouse tucked into charcoal straight-leg trousers.

Taehyung’s gaze instantly glued itself to the green silk. The color looked ridiculous on you—ridiculously good. His jaw tightened, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee.

"Well?" you asked, crossing your arms. "Too 'gala server' for you?"

"The blouse is acceptable," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes lingered on the way the silk draped over your chest. "The trousers are a tragedy. They’re hiding your legs. I hired a spiritual assistant, Hex, not a Victorian schoolmaster."

"I am not wearing tight pants just so you can stare at my ass all day."

"I'm going to stare at it regardless of the fabric," Taehyung said with complete sincerity, raising an eyebrow at you in the mirror. "We might as well make sure the cut does it justice. Try the blazer."

You threw him a murderous glare, snatched a structured navy blazer off the rack, and shoved your arms through the sleeves. You didn't bother buttoning it, stepping back out into the open space.

Taehyung tilted his head, inspecting the shoulder pads, the sharp lapels, and the way the cut pulled just slightly across your back. A slow smile spread across his face.

"No," he said softly.

"What do you mean, no? It fits perfectly!"

"It makes you look powerful," he said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at you. "Dangerous, even. Like you could actually run my firm."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"It’s terrible for my ego," Taehyung purred, his eyes dark and gleaming with amusement. "Plus, if you look that authoritative, people might actually believe you when you tell them my cufflinks are possessed. Change into the burgundy set."

"I hate you," you grumbled, spinning on your heel to head back into the changing room.

"You love my expense account," he called out lazily after you. "Take your time with the pants. I'm enjoying the show."

The sales associate leaned down, her voice dropping into a discreet whisper against Taehyung's ear. "Mr. Kim, we actually received a delivery from Armani’s autumn corporate line this morning. A selection of classic, high-waisted pencil skirts. Would you be interested in taking a look?"

Taehyung’s eyes didn't just light up—they glistened. No, they practically sparkled.

You? In an Armani pencil skirt? The literal definition of form-fitting, accentuating fabric hugging every single curve on your lower half?

Asking him that was like asking a starved tiger if he wanted to help himself to a fresh plate of deer meat. The answer was an immediate, overwhelming, absolute yes.

"Hex," he called out smoothly, his voice dropping an octave into a velvety purr. "Come here."

You dragged open the curtain and stepped out into the suite, presenting your latest creation. You had somehow managed to pair the ugliest, most chaotic patterned silk shirt in the entire store with a pair of oversized slate-grey trousers that pooled around your ankles and sagged awkwardly at the waist.

Taehyung almost winced. It took every ounce of his legendary composure not to physically recoil from the aesthetic tragedy standing before him.

"This beautiful lady," Taehyung said slowly, his eyes tearing themselves away from the abysmal outfit to look up at your face, "just informed me that they have exactly what you need."

"A paid vacation?" you shot back instantly, resting your hands on your swimming waistband.

"You just started today," he reminded you, raising an eyebrow as his lips twitched with suppressed amusement. "And you were late."

"Not late enough," you muttered, glaring at the sales associate who was trying—and failing—to hide her grin. "Because clearly, I arrived in time for you to stage an intervention on my wardrobe."

"It's not an intervention, Hex. It's a mercy killing of whatever style you think those trousers are," Taehyung said, standing up and closing the distance between you in two long strides. He reached out, casually hooking two fingers into the loose waistband of your pants to demonstrate just how ill-fitting they were. "These look like you stole them from a retired magistrate. We are trying skirts."

"Skirts?" You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to ignore the sudden wave of heat radiating off his body so close to yours. "What kind of skirts?"

"Armani," he murmured, leaning down slightly so his voice vibrated right against your ear, senting the air between you with that cologne. "High-waisted. Fitted. The kind that ensures you won't be taking long strides through my office—or running away from me."

"Over my dead body," you said, backing up a step.

"Which, considering the curse, is an actual statistical possibility if you keep wasting time arguing with me," Taehyung countered smoothly. He gave the sales associate an approving nod, and she darted off to fetch the newly arrived collection.

Three minutes later, you stepped out from behind the velvet curtain in the first option: a slate-grey, high-waisted pencil skirt paired with a cream silk blouse. The skirt hugged your hips in a clean line, stopping just above your knees with a subtle slit up the back.

Taehyung, who had been lazily tapping his phone screen, stopped mid-scroll.

His hand froze. His eyes slowly dragged up from the hem of the skirt, following the curve of your thighs, tracing your waist, and finally landing on your face. A heat flared in his eyes.

He didn't say a word for five whole seconds.

"Well?" you asked, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. "Is it corporate enough for your delicate sensibilities?"

"It’s..." Taehyung cleared his throat, his voice dipping into a low register. He sat up straighter, resting his chin on his steepled fingers. "It's acceptable. Take it."

"You haven't even seen the back properly—"

"I saw the back when you walked out," he interrupted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I’m buying it. Try the next one."

You huffed, rolling your eyes, and vanished back into the changing room.

When you stepped back out, you were wearing a jet-black iteration. It was tailored out of a heavier wool-blend, sitting even snugger against your waist and framing every single contour of your lower half with brutal precision.

Taehyung actually let out a soft exhale. His jaw tightened so hard you could see the muscle flex under his skin. His fingers dug into the armrest of the plush velvet chair.

"Taehyung?" you prompted, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're staring."

"I am evaluating," he corrected smoothly, though his eyes remained firmly fixed on the tight fabric wrapping around your hips. "The cut is... highly effective. It restricts your stride."

"Which means I can't walk properly."

"Which means you won't be wandering off into traffic while trying to read my tea leaves," he replied, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze burning into yours. "It stays. Next."

"Are you just going to buy every single skirt she brings out?" you demanded, gesturing wildly to the rack.

"Yes," Taehyung said without an ounce of hesitation. "I am."

"I haven't even tried the midnight blue one yet."

"Put it on," he purred. "Put all of them on, Hex. I have all morning, and my credit card has no limit."

After you tried on every single skirt in the collection, Taehyung made the completely effortless decision to buy all of them.

Who was he if not generous? Generous with his money for his employees, truly a model of corporate benevolence. He really was perfect.

"Do you have heels?" he asked, casually handing over his black Amex card to the associate without even looking at the final balance.

"You’re not buying heels," you said immediately, backing away half a step.

"Well, I won’t if you have any," he replied smoothly, slipping his hands into his tailored trouser pockets.

"Yes, I have."

"Good."

He nodded once to the associate, a non-verbal command that sent her into swift action, gathering the dozens of luxury shopping bags to be loaded directly into his waiting car outside.

"Wait, hold on!" You gestured down at your body in protest, your eyes wide as you looked at the empty fitting racks. "I didn't even change back into my clothes!"

Taehyung slowly turned toward you, his heavy gaze dragging up and down your figure with agonizing slowness. You were currently standing in the deep navy pencil skirt and a crisp, baby blue silk blouse that clung perfectly to your waist.

"That’s because you’re not," he purred, his voice dropping into a low hum that vibrated in the air between you. "The pretty lady is bringing you some heels, too."

"Taehyung!" you hissed, shooting a glance toward the store staff. "I literally just told you I have heels at home!"

"And where is 'home,' Hexy? A twenty-minute drive through morning traffic?" He took a slow step toward you, towering over your frame as his cologne wrapped around you like a cage. "I'm not sitting in the back of my Mercedes while you run upstairs to grab a pair of beat-up leather boots. You are wearing navy pencil-skirt and silk. You need six-inch arches, and you need them now."

"I am not wearing six-inch heels to do spiritual recon in your office building."

"You'll wear whatever keeps your hemline off the floor," he countered, a smirk spreading across his lips as the associate reappeared holding a sleek shoe box. "Put the pumps on, Hex. We have a firm to run, and you’re already behind on your exorcism schedule."

You were now back in the plush leather interior of his car, the quiet hum of the engine doing nothing to dull the suffocating tension in the backseat.

Taehyung was sitting beside you, looking out the tinted window, smiling to himself like a complete lunatic.

He had lied. He said you just needed a pair of heels, but he had quietly authorized five separate boxes. All of them meticulously color-coordinated to match the endless array of silk blouses and Armani skirts currently occupying his trunk.

He really was a visionary.

Curse this, curse that—the ancestral entity hovering over his head was suddenly taking a back seat because you were currently dripped out in pure corporate sexiness. The navy skirt hugged your thighs so tightly that every slight shift of your weight was a deliberate exercise in control, and the sleek pumps made your legs look agonizingly long.

Taehyung glanced sideways at you, his eyes tracing the line of your knee under the fine fabric. Ordinarily, he would never allow an assistant to look this good around him. It was a massive conflict of interest, a distraction in a world where he couldn't afford to lose his edge.

Well... actually, he had allowed it once or twice before.

And he had slept with them.

He turned his head slightly, his hand resting on the leather armrest between you, his knuckles brushing against your thigh as the car took a smooth turn.

Skirts really did have him weak—especially when you were the one wearing them.

"You look absurdly pleased with yourself," you muttered, catching his reflection in the dark glass.

"I am a man of vision, Hex," Taehyung replied smoothly, his deep voice carrying a dark, lazy purr. "I took a bohemian disaster and turned you into the most dangerous woman on my payroll."

"I haven't even agreed to keep these shoes on," you retorted.

"You will," he murmured, leaning in just close enough that his scent filled your senses entirely, his eyes dropping to your lips. "Because as much as you hate to admit it... you look far too good under my standard."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing softly as you leaned your head back against the leather headrest. "Pace yourself, Taehyung."

He didn't answer right away. He was far too deep in his own thoughts—specifically thoughts about your legs, the material of your skirt, and the intoxicating silhouette the heels gave your calves.

Then your phone dinged.

Now, Taehyung valued privacy. He did. He really, really, really did. He was a corporate titan who dealt in non-disclosure agreements and ironclad security protocols.

But you were currently wearing clothes his credit card had paid for. You were smelling quite delicious—a rich, dangerous mix of your usual crushed earth and the faint trace of his own cologne rub-off. Your skin looked so smooth.

And you had those heels on.

So he glanced.

It wasn't a casual peek; his eyes flicked sideways with sharp precision right over your shoulder.

You had gotten a text.

A very blatant, highly offensive "i miss you" text flashing across your screen.

If Taehyung had any pearls, he would have clutched them. His jaw literally locked in place. Because instead of dismissing it, instead of muting the notification like a polite assistant working off a fortune in luxury apparel, you immediately picked up your phone.

And you smiled.

You sat there, leaning into the light of your screen, and typed something back—a light, effortless response—as if Kim Taehyung hadn't just spent someone's entire yearly rent on silk, cashmere, and high-waisted Armani for you.

(And, let’s be honest, for him too.)

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed into slits, the playful, amused air in the backseat instantly evaporating into something cold, sharp, and dangerously quiet.

"Who," he purred, his voice slicing through the silent cabin like a frostbitten blade, "is texting you at 10:15 on my time?"

"A friend," you said casually, your thumb flying across the keyboard to send the reply.

"A friend who says 'I miss you'? At ten in the morning?"

"He's from—"

"It’s a he?!"

Taehyung looked as if someone had just stepped directly onto his custom-polished Italian leather shoes. No, worse—as if someone had spilled white wine all over his hand-spun cashmere jacket.

White wine, because red wine would have put Taehyung into an early, violent grave. He had his limits, and stained cashmere was well past them.

A random, unnamed John Doe male was sending "I miss you" texts like Taehyung wasn't currently in the middle of dragging you over to the dark side—a side dripping in head-to-toe Armani. Like there wasn't an ancient, life-threatening curse looming over his head. Whatever that even meant at this point.

"Yes, it’s a he," you replied, locking your phone screen and slipping it casually into your handbag. "He’s a very good friend from back home."

Screech.

Marcus hit the brakes as the Mercedes pulled up to a sharp red light.

A red light. That was good. A red light was fantastic, actually, because Taehyung felt like he might need to physically seize the entire grid of city traffic given the sheer level of absurdity you were speaking right now.

"Back home?" Taehyung repeated, his voice dangerously quiet as he turned his whole body toward you, eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits. "You said a boyfriend did not help you pack."

"Jeongguk is a friend."

"Jeong-what now?" Taehyung scoffed, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Who, exactly, might this 'J-something' man be? A friend, you say?"

He crossed his arms, leaning back against the leather seat, though his gaze never left your face for a single second. Taehyung knew corporate strategy, he knew multi-billion-dollar leverage, and above all else, he knew women lied when it came to "just friends."

"I don't care if he's a friend, a monk, or your childhood neighbor, Hex," he purred, his jaw tightening as he reached out and flicked the leather strap of your bag with two fingers. "Nobody gets to send soft morning texts to a woman currently wearing my navy pencil skirt."

"You are being ridiculous," you snorted, shaking your head as Marcus tapped the steering wheel, probably checking out of this whole conversation. "It’s not even yours. I'm wearing it."

"I bought it," Taehyung said instantly.

"For me."

"Exactly. For you. Me.," he shot back, leaning in closer. "Not Jeongfudge."

"Jeongguk," you corrected, rolling your eyes at his deliberate mispronunciation.

"Whatever," Taehyung dismissed with a sharp flick of his wrist. "The point remains, Hex. I did not drop thousands of dollars at a private boutique so some rustic farm boy from your hometown could get free, morning-digest previews of my investment."

"Farm boy?" you snapped, turning your body toward him and crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "Do you think I’m some hillbilly who had a truck-driving boyfriend?"

Taehyung raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, completely unbothered. "I don’t know. Does this Jeong-thing drive a truck?"

"You’re insane," you spat, glaring at him with enough heat to melt his silk tie. "His name is Jeongguk. And no, he doesn’t."

"Oh," Taehyung murmured, tilting his head with a slow, patronizing expression. "No electricity?"

Marcus smoothy pressed on the gas pedal, the car gliding into the morning traffic once again. The silence inside the luxury cabin was heavy, thick with your quiet rage. You were clearly mad—which, in Taehyung's mind, served you right.

Still, beneath his unyielding arrogance, a relentless stream of irritated thoughts kept firing through his head. Why is this man texting you? Why are you replying? You left home. You were in his city now. In his car. In clothes his credit card paid for.

"You’re an ass, you know," you muttered, looking dead straight out the window and giving him the absolute coldest shoulder possible.

Taehyung stared at the side of your face, jaw tightening slightly. Looking at your rigid shoulders and the stubborn set of your mouth, he felt a tad bit guilty. Just a very tiny, microscopic bit.

He let out a controlled breath, adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket before leaning back against the leather headrest.

"Fine," he grumbled, his deep voice dipping into a lower, slightly less combative cadence. "Who's Jeongshit?"

"Jeongguk," you corrected coldly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Whatever," Taehyung muttered, waving a dismissive hand, though his eyes stayed pinned on you, waiting for an actual answer.

You managed to swallow down the urge to scream, taking a slow breath before speaking. "He is a very close friend from back home. And no, he is not an ex."

Taehyung didn't believe that for a single second. "Ex" or not, any male taking up space in your phone—and in your thoughts—was an unwanted variable. But at the end of the day, whoever this Jeongguk character was might be a sweet small-town boy, but he was Kim Taehyung. There was no real competition, and he knew it.

He lifted his left arm, casually checking the face of his silver watch. Five minutes until they were back at the firm.

"Okay," Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So he’s your friend who you miss so dearly."

"Yes," you said firmly, keeping your eyes glued to the city skyline rolling past the window.

"Fascinating," he purred, resting his chin on his knuckles as he watched the profile of your face.

You shifted in the tight skirt, crossing your legs with a quiet rustle of fabric. "He might come visit me."

Taehyung froze.

The smug, superior air in the backseat instantly evaporated, replaced by a sudden stillness. His head snapped toward you, his eyes narrowing into slits once again.

"Excuse me?!"

"Yes," you said, turning to face him with a cool blink. "He might visit."

"Hex, we're working so hard on this curse and you’re bringing some guy—"

"I am working on this curse!" you argued, gesturing to the stack of notes tucked inside your bag.

"Nuh-uh," Taehyung cut in smoothly, holding up a single finger to silence you. "You’re texting a man. I’m going to die because of this curse, and it’s going to be entirely your fault because you were busy with Jeongbook."

"Jeongguk!"

"I don't care if his name is Jeong-book, Jeong-hook, or Jeong-whatever!" Taehyung declared, throwing his hands up in theatrical outrage before resting them back on his lap, leaning toward you with a deadly serious expression. "A brilliant, irreplaceable corporate mind, taken far too soon. Tragic, really. The news will read: Kim Taehyung, titan of industry, cut down in his prime because the woman who should've saved him was busy with a certain chromosome Y."

"You are an absolute drama queen," you said, staring at him in sheer disbelief. "He’s a childhood friend, Taehyung! It’s called basic human interaction. You should try it sometime without attaching a non-disclosure agreement."

"I have basic human interaction," he snapped, his eyes flashing as he gestured wildly between the two of you. "I’m interacting with you. I’m buying you high-luxury clothes. I’m practically subsidizing your existence right now! That earns me your undivided, un-Jeongbooked attention during business hours."

"Business hours?" You let out a sarcastic laugh, leaning closer into his personal space, completely unfazed by his looming presence. "It’s ten in the morning and we haven't even made it back to your office yet! My phone isn't part of the corporate package you bought."

"If it holds texts from another man while you're wearing my tailored navy skirt, then yes, Hexy, it is part of the package," he purred, his voice suddenly dropping back as his eyes dragged down to your lips before locking back onto yours. "Tell him the city is full. Tell him there are no hotel rooms. Tell him my curse is far too demanding for visitors."

No reply from you. Good.

You were finally back at the firm, stepping out of the private elevator onto his floor, and he was still rambling.

Visiting. Pfft.

The city wasn't big enough for Kim Taehyung, let alone another individual who apparently knew you from childhood.

Insanity. Absolute blasphemy.

In his car, wearing clothes bought by his card, on his time, you were texting. And now 'visiting'? The only place Taehyung was going to visit soon was a mental asylum, because he clearly needed it if he was letting this push his blood pressure to dangerous heights.

He had already given you far more time than he should have. Honestly, there probably wasn't even a curse. He had practically figured out your game—you were just roleplaying. Getting him wrapped up in this elaborate, chaotic scenario to eventually land him in a bed. With rope.

He’d bet his entire fortune you were into rope.

But now you were bringing another dick owner into the equation? What the actual hell was that? Was this a power play? A strategy to make him jealous? Because if so, it was working far too well, and he refused to grant you the satisfaction.

"Minji," Taehyung announced the second his hand pushed open the doors to his executive floor, his voice carrying a razor-edged authority that made three junior associates instantly drop their gazes. "Another cappuccino to my office in three minutes. Extra shot."

He didn't wait for a response. He didn't even look back to see if you were following, though the sharp, rhythmic click of your new six-inch heels against the polished marble told him you were right on his heels.

He strode into his corner office, the navy pencil skirt on you still burning a hole in his peripheral vision, and spun around the moment the heavy double doors clicked shut behind you.

"Three minutes, Hex," he said, flicking his wrist to unbutton his suit jacket with furious precision.

"Three minutes to what?" you asked, leaning back against the closed double doors and crossing your arms, thoroughly unimpressed by his dramatic outburst.

"To figure out a game plan," Taehyung snapped, tossing his suit jacket onto the mahogany lounge chair. "You’re still on the clock."

"I am currently wearing six inches of torture devices that you forced onto my feet, Taehyung—"

"Why?" he interrupted, taking two steps toward you, his eyes ablaze. "Wanna talk more about Jeong-look?"

You opened your mouth to open fire, but he immediately held up a hand, pointing a finger right at your face.

"Don’t dare to correct me again," he warned, his voice dipping into a low growl as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need caffeine. I need a triple espresso injected directly into my bloodstream before I lose what's left of my sanity over a man named after a library utensil."

"It's Jeongguk," you muttered under your breath anyway, taking great satisfaction in the twitch of his jaw.

"What did I just say?" Taehyung hissed, closing the remaining distance between you until he was towering over you, his chest nearly brushing yours. The heat off his body was ridiculous, his heavy scent filling your lungs before you could even catch your breath. "I am paying you a small fortune, Hexy. I am dressing you in Italian silk that makes it impossible for me to concentrate on acquisition files. The absolute least you can do is keep your rustic little pen-pals out of my executive suite."

Right on cue, a soft, tentative knock sounded at the double doors.

Taehyung didn't even flinch, keeping his gaze locked on yours for one agonizing second longer before smoothly stepping back, adjusting his cuffs as if he hadn't just been towering over you like a villain in a romance novel.

"Come in, Minji," he called out smoothly, his voice instantly shifting back into its corporate tone.

The door swung open, and his assistant carefully walked in carrying a silver tray with a steaming porcelain cup, her eyes darting nervously between your flushed face, your immaculate new outfit, and her boss's expression.

"Your cappuccino, Mr. Kim," she whispered, setting it down on his desk.

"Thank you, Minji," Taehyung murmured without looking at her. "Clear my schedule for the next hour. My spiritual assistant and I are having a urgent... strategic realignment."

The heavy double doors clicked shut behind Minji, leaving a thick, suffocating silence in the wake of her hasty exit.

You let out a long, dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of your own nose as you looked up at him. "You are an idiot. An absolute, dramatic idiot."

Taehyung didn't even contest the insult, merely raising his porcelain cup to his lips with practiced elegance and taking a slow sip of the hot liquid. "I am a logical man protecting my assets," he corrected smoothly over the rim.

"Right," you deadpanned, rolling your eyes.

"It is true."

"Well, while you’re busy defending your fragile ego, I actually have a job to do. I need to go check out the rest of the building. Spiritual recon doesn't happen by sitting in your plush corner office."

Surprisingly, Taehyung didn't fight you on it. He nodded once, setting his coffee cup down on the desk with a quiet clink.

"Fine," he murmured, his eyes tracking you as you straightened the lapels of your blouse. "Take the private elevator if you want to avoid the lower-level crowds. But you keep your phone on you, and you answer when I call."

"Whatever," you muttered, turning toward the door. You took two steps on your new heels before pausing, turning back to him over your shoulder with an innocent tilt of your head.

"Oh, by the way... what floor does Theodore work on?"

Taehyung froze.

The sip currently sitting in his stomach felt like it had instantly turned into liquid lead.

He might kill himself. Right here. Right on his hand-woven Persian rug.

"Theodore," Taehyung repeated, his voice dropping into a register so dangerously low and flat it could have sheared steel.

"Yeah. Theodore," you said, adjusting your handbag over your shoulder, completely oblivious—or perhaps entirely enjoying—the sudden drop in room temperature. "I need to check his sector for energy blockages."

Taehyung’s hand slowly gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, his knuckles turning stark white as his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched violently under his skin.

"Theodore," he purred, a dark, murderous glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at you—at your legs, wrapped in the new fabric, about to walk onto Theodore's floor. "Floor twelve. And if he so much as breathes in your direction, Hex... I am firing him, the curse be damned."

He might've realized this was not going to be easy.

Maybe jumping off the window and splattering was a good option.

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[chizumouse]

MISS. SECOND PLACE ⟡ KTH ONESHOT

TEASER POST

⟡ Pairing: Univeristy! Taehyung x University! Reader

⟡ Genre: SMUTTTTTTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥, so romantic, healing even, fluff, comfort, angst, comedy? ENEMIES TO LOVERSSS

⟡ Warnings/tags: Dom Tae, sub reader, fem reader, reader is traumatized by societies normalization of hookup culture, Taehyung lets her know it doesn’t have to be bang and dip! Reader hates Taehyung, drunk sex, belly bulge, riding, dry humping, Taehyung guides you through it all… unprotected sex (he doesn’t cum inside kind of…) praise kink, size kink (kinda…), lots of crying and feeling undeserving of love from reader, Kim Yearn Taehyung, he yearns so badly in this it makes me wanna throw up

⟡ WC: 7.3k~

Sneak peak…

Taehyung buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent before exhaling in a shaky growl, “Mine…You’re all mine.”

His hands slide from your hips to wrap around your body, pulling you closer before dipping you to the side, pressing you into the couch below, making sure not to disconnect the two of you for even a second.

He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new position making his cock hit depths you didn’t even know would fit inside you, feeling like he’s piercing your womb at this point.

”Wait! It!-You can’t get any deeper than-“ He didn’t bother waiting for you to give him the green light as he slams into you, making you throw your head back as your whole body stiffens at the sudden intrusion.

Your mouth was wide open but not a sound came out of it, caught in your throat as you felt your belly bulge from how thick he was.

Taehyung’s brain was muddled, from how deep he was in you and how perfect you looked underneath him.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He teased, grinding his hips into you as you cried out, “All those times, teasing me, grinding on me yet you were so adamant about not fucking me.”

Every thrust of his hips was another word he erased from your lips, trying to process everything at once as your mind and body were overstimulated.

“Such a little fucking hypocrite, hm?” His pace turned rampant as you felt your high coming faster and faster, his thumb coming down to rub circles into your swollen bud like you weren’t already ready to fall apart at the seams.

[darknwilds]

never getting over this btw

[rjshope]

boys on the beach♡

[cr.movewithsope]

[rjshope]

boys on the beach♡

[cr.movewithsope]

[rjshope]

Merry Go Round behind the scene (Spotify Korea) | hyung line

[rjshope]

i'm looking respectfully (no i'm not)

[rjshope]

the blindfold dunk😁

[stlllle]

Between Us

Day 31:double penetration

Characters:

Jeon Jungkook (your boyfriend)

Kim Taehyung (his dangerously charming friend)

You (the reader)

Genre: smut, romance, tension, steamy threesome, m/m/f

Rating: 18+ (extremely explicit sexual content, filthy language, DP, spanking, light m/m kissing, soft aftercare)

Kinktober

Warnings:

Double Penetration (simultaneous)

Spanking kink (both giving)

Korean dirty talk (terms like 걸레 = slut, 미친년 = crazy bitch — all consensual and within kink context)

Degradation + praise (mix of dirty names and sweet compliments like “our little slut” and “pretty princess”)

m/m kisses (Taekook kiss during scene)

Heavy smut, strong language

Aftercare and cuddles (kissing, softness, comfort post-sex)

Summary:

What starts as a casual night between friends quickly spirals into a game of stares, temptation, and burning desire. Jungkook always knew you had a thing for Taehyung — and instead of getting jealous, he decided to turn it into something so much more.

Now, caught between both of them, completely at their mercy, you’re about to find out what it really means to be loved... and used.

The night had started just like any other. A casual visit to Taehyung’s apartment, red wine on the coffee table, easy laughter between friends who had known each other a little too long.

You were there, sitting between the two of them, laughing at a silly story Tae was telling in his deep, lazy voice, while Jungkook — your boyfriend — was watching you with that dark gaze, like he was seconds away from pulling you onto his lap and kissing you breathless.

But he didn’t.

He was watching. Always watching, when it came to Taehyung.

“…and in the end, the dog fell asleep inside the fridge,” Tae finished, and you burst out laughing, throwing your head back.

His smile softened when he saw you laughing — his eyes lingering a little longer on your lips than they probably should.

You noticed.

And so did Jungkook.

“Do you still have that dog?” you asked, trying to hide the heat rising in your body.

“I do,” Tae said, then added with a small smirk, “But what I want in my apartment tonight… is something else.”

You froze for a second.

The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. The wine tasted stronger now, and your skin felt hypersensitive. You swallowed hard and looked away, but Jungkook’s arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re teasing her, hyung,” he said in that low, velvety voice. “And she loves being teased.”

Your heart was racing. Jungkook’s words were a confession. Or maybe… an invitation.

Taehyung bit his bottom lip, his gaze locked on yours. His eyes darkened. He leaned in — slow, confident, dangerous — in that sexy, sleepy way only he could manage. His legs shifted, knee brushing against yours, and he didn’t move back.

“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “But… I do want it.”

You inhaled sharply. The air was electric. Jungkook’s lips brushed your ear.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he? He always has been. I knew it got to you when he got too close…”

You bit your lip, unsure what to say. And then Jungkook tilted your face toward him gently.

“It’s okay. I like watching.” He smiled — dark and teasing. “But there’s one condition.”

“What?” you whispered, already breathless.

He looked past you, right at Taehyung, and said:

“You kiss him first. Then I’ll kiss him too.”

Your eyes widened. Your body responded before your brain could.

And Taehyung was already reaching for you — fingers slipping behind your neck, eyes locked on yours — and you let yourself go, because there was no way to resist.

The kiss was slow. Deep. His lips were soft but hungry. Taehyung kissed like he had all the time in the world to taste you. His hands slid along your thighs, pulling you gently toward him, and for a moment, you almost forgot Jungkook was still there.

But he was.

And when your kiss with Tae ended, it was Jungkook who cupped Tae’s jaw and leaned in.

You gasped.

And they kissed.

Slow. Passionate. Messy. Jungkook’s fingers tangled in Tae’s hair while Tae’s hand rested on Jungkook’s cheek. Tongues met. Eyes closed. Their mouths moved together like they’d done it before. Like they wanted to do it again.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them turned their gaze to you.

“You ready, baby?” Jungkook whispered, pulling you onto his lap. “Because this… this is just the beginning.”

Taehyung moved closer, fingers already lifting your skirt, eyes locked on your thighs.

Your hands were shaking. Your breathing uneven. And deep down, you knew this night would change everything.

And you wanted it.

You wanted both of them.

The couch was too small for what was about to happen.

Jungkook lifted you into his arms, strong and certain, while Taehyung trailed behind, hands already tugging at the hem of your dress. You felt dizzy — your body electric, mind foggy, but hyper-aware of both of them. Every breath. Every stare.

Jungkook dropped you gently onto Taehyung’s bed — crisp sheets, soft pillows — and you barely had time to adjust before he was crawling over you, eyes dark with hunger.

Taehyung’s voice came low behind him.

— Strip her.

Jungkook obeyed.

He pulled your dress over your head in one fluid motion, tossing it to the side. Then his hands gripped the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly, eyes locked on your core. His tongue peeked out against his lip as he inhaled.

— 미쳤다… — he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”

— 벌써 젖었네… — Tae rasped from behind, kneeling on the bed now, fingertips brushing along your thighs. “Already dripping. You’re really our little slut tonight, huh?”

You whimpered.

Slut. You loved it.

Especially in his voice. Especially when Jungkook was spreading your legs wider, licking a slow stripe up your folds.

— Look at you, baby… all wet and open for us — Jungkook whispered, mouth ghosting over your pussy. — You like hearing us talk to you like that? You like being our little thing?

Your voice came out as a moan.

Tae’s hand came down hard on your ass — a loud smack echoing through the room.

— 대답해, 걸레야.

“Answer, fucking slut.”

Your back arched. The pain mixed with the heat made your whole body tremble.

— Yes… yes, I love it — you breathed. — Hit me again.

They didn’t hesitate.

SMACK. Taehyung on one side.

SMACK. Jungkook’s palm right after, sharp and strong.

— Such a good little thing for us… letting us use your body like this — Tae whispered, crawling up until his cock was brushing your lips. — Open that pretty mouth. Show me how filthy you are.

You wrapped your lips around him, moaning as you felt Jungkook’s tongue press deeper inside your cunt, wet and messy and overwhelming.

They moved in sync. One filling your throat, one devouring your pussy. And your body couldn’t keep up.

Jungkook’s fingers slipped in — thick and curling — and he groaned when you clenched.

— So tight… fuck, she’s gonna take us both like this? You think she can, hyung?

Tae let out a dark chuckle, brushing your cheek.

— She will. She’s our little 미친년 now. Just a cock-hungry brat begging for more.

Your eyes rolled back.

You wanted it. Needed it.

When Taehyung pulled out of your mouth, he gave your cheek a soft slap.

— Turn over. Ass up, baby. Time to wreck you properly.

You obeyed, hands clutching the sheets as both of them positioned behind you. Jungkook’s cock slid in first — thick and deep — making you cry out. He stayed still for a second, groaning against your back.

— Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight…

Then came Taehyung.

One hand spreading your cheeks. The other gripping your hair. And slowly, he pushed in too.

The stretch burned. It was overwhelming.

And you loved it.

Their cocks pressed inside you, tight, filling every inch. Their moans overlapping with your cries. Jungkook kissed your shoulder while Taehyung leaned down to bite your neck, both of them thrusting now, in sync, fucking you harder with every breath.

— You love being full, don’t you, baby? — Jungkook hissed.

— 다 너꺼야. All this cock for you. — Tae growled.

SMACK. Another slap on your ass.

SMACK. And another. Your skin was stinging, your mind spiraling.

They were using you, praising you, ruining you.

— Such a good fucking girl…

— Our filthy angel…

— Pretty whore…

— Tight little heaven…

You were shaking, overstimulated, tears at the corners of your eyes, but your hips kept grinding back for more.

They were everywhere.

Kissing. Spanking. Whispering. Thrusting.

You didn’t know where one ended and the other began.

All you knew was that you were theirs. And they weren’t going to stop until you were screaming their names.

— F-Fuck… I can’t— I’m gonna—

— Go ahead, baby. Come for us — Jungkook rasped into your neck, hips pounding into you like he needed to brand himself into your bones.

— That’s it… cry for it. 미친년, you sound so fucking pretty like this — Taehyung growled in your ear, one hand planted on your lower back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

Your brain was gone.

Your body was shaking.

Two cocks stuffing you full, stretching you open, overwhelming every nerve ending until you were gasping, crying out.

Sweat dripped. Skin clashed. The sheets were twisted beneath your knees.

Jungkook was whispering filth in one ear while Taehyung licked at the other.

— Look at you, fucking drooling. You love this, don’t you?

— Our little slut… dripping from both holes. That’s right, take it. Take it all.

You couldn’t think.

You could only feel.

And then it hit — white-hot, violent, earth-shattering.

— I-I’m— oh my god— I’m cumming—!

Your whole body went rigid.

The orgasm tore through you, loud and messy, tears spilling from your eyes as your walls clamped around them both.

— Fuck, she's cumming— she's fucking squeezing me, hyung—! — Jungkook gasped, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

— Don’t stop. Stay inside her, — Taehyung grunted, his voice strained, cock twitching inside you.

You were already collapsing when they came.

Jungkook buried himself deep, moaning your name, his hips jerking against yours as he spilled everything inside.

Taehyung followed with a long, breathless curse in Korean, gripping your hips hard, grinding into you as he released, cock pulsing alongside Jungkook’s inside your overstimulated body.

You were wrecked.

Your body went limp, head buried in the pillow, cum dripping down your thighs.

But you were smiling.

Completely full. Used. Loved.

Jungkook leaned forward first, brushing sweaty hair from your face and kissing your temple.

— You did so fucking good, baby… fuck. You were made for this.

Taehyung pulled out slowly, groaning as he kissed your back.

— Our dirty little angel… so pretty with our cum leaking out of her.

You whimpered softly, trying to catch your breath. Your thighs were trembling, but you still managed to smile.

— I’m… so destroyed.

— And absolutely perfect — Jungkook said, rolling you gently onto your side.

The three of you lay there together, tangled and sticky, breathing hard.

Taehyung snuggled up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.

Jungkook kissed your lips softly — again and again — before turning to Taehyung and kissing him, too.

Slow. Gentle. Like it meant something.

— We should do this again — Tae murmured against your shoulder, fingers lazily tracing your skin.

— Not tonight — you laughed sleepily, eyes barely open. — Tonight… I just wanna sleep between you both.

Jungkook chuckled.

— Princess has spoken.

— And we obey — Taehyung whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

And in the warm, tangled heat of your bodies — sweaty, marked, satisfied — you all drifted off together.

Spent.

Sticky.

Happy.

Right where you belonged.