ok yk FUCK i really am a dumbass, i think i didnt turn on anon for that one as well, shit. is there any way for u to not reveal my username (i mean if u decide to answer this ig) idk, anyway what i wanted to say is ty ty ty for sharing your fics w us and i'd love to read any drabbles you have, your brain is so sexy wtf gimme some of that genius, (and also more tae content) (ignore that i'm just whipped for him i know) (like everyone else) (but STILL)
i'm posting this so everyone else can appreciate it lol
aw goddamn i didn't proofread any of that and forgot to put that number thingy too. what part is this, five? god i really need to sleep i'm losing braincells but like, i wanna read more jshsjhsjhs anyway where was i? oh yes, go off queen, ilysm already and ty ty ty for everything jsjshjshjshsjhshsjshjhs i cannot think of anything more to say oop. 5?/5
HAHAHAHAHAHA THESE MESSAGES WERE SO FUNNY LOL THANK YOU I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR CHAOTIC FUN ENERGY LOL
ITS GIVING GIRL YOU MEET IN A BAR BATHROOM AND YOU BECOME BESTIES INSTANTLY
OMG the duke was everything🤩 I don’t know if you’re planning to do another part but if you do can you consider having steamy scenes between them please?👀 ofc if you want no pressure!!!!
I didn't anticipate putting smut in it just bc tbh it gives me cinderella vibes and that would make me feel weird 😭😭😭
thank you so much for liking it though it means a lot ILYYYYY
Wading through soft, silky waters as a hand reaches out between the grass, flowing through your hair and massaging your scalp. A boy with the face of an angel, square jaw set strong as a worried look in his eyes melted to sheer love.
"There you are," He said softly, "I've looked for you everywhere, wife."
Wife....
You sat up with a start, chest heaving brashly as the curtains in your room were split open without a warning.
"Get up- we're expecting visitors," Your handmaiden said sharply, "Your hair is a mess."
"I've lost my comb," You explained lamely, lying through your teeth.
What's the point of brushing your hair if there was no one to admire it?
After over an hour of combing, yanking, primping, squeezing- you were ready for the day.
"Who was he?"
The question came when no one else was in the room, when imagining yourself in a pond had been ruined by visions of him there instead. Him and his wife- how you wished it could be you.
"No one of importance. Will you keep my secret?" You asked, looking up at your handmaiden with hopeful eyes.
She looked back at you with so much kindness you had to look away, blinking away tears. You felt her hand smooth down your hair, rubbing the top of your back soothingly, "Of course. I only wished you were without that look in your eye."
"What look?" You frowned, staring at your reflection.
"That sad, dull tone that you didn't have before- the one that comes only after loneliness sets in." She mumbled, plaiting your hair behind your shoulders neatly.
You didn't say anything- the lump in your throat intensifying.
You had forgotten to ask just who was visiting your family's home that night, sitting in the parlor with a book in your lap before dinner. You hadn't read a single word in it, staring blankly at the pages instead. Is this what it felt like, to have your soul stolen from you?
It resided with another now, another you decided you could never have.
"The duke has arrived," Announced one of the housemaids, making your head snap up.
"The duke?" You repeated in an alarmed tone.
"Yes, haven't you been listening?" Your sister laughed, "We ran into each other in town today and mother invited the duke to dinner, isn't that nice? I'm surprised he agreed, people say he's been very busy renovating his grandfather's manor."
"Well it's a fine way of apologizing for missing the ball completely," You mother tssked, "When we sit down, don't forget to mention you play piano forte. A lady of the arts is coveted like no other."
"You haven't touched the piano in years," You pointed out, throwing an incredulous look to your sister.
"He mustn't know that small detail," she laughed, brushing it off completely.
The doors opened and in he came, looking as perfect as ever. You inhaled sharply, averting your eyes quickly.
You weren't ready to see him- not just yet. It was as if your entire body was dragged down by lead, only mirroring your mother'a curtsy after a second of delay.
"Welcome, Duke." Your mother greeted.
"Please," He said in his low tone, sending a chill down your spine, "Call me by my name, Kim Taehyung, it's quite all right. Thank you for inviting me, you have a lovely home. It's almost as if I've already been here."
Your eyes widened and you snuck a glance at him, only to catch him staring directly at you with a knowing, teasing smile. You gasped softly, feeling your heart skip a beat- what was he doing?
He had to pretend nothing happened, he promised.
"Well consider it your own," You mother gushed, introducing you and your sister.
He greeted the two of you politely and that was that- you were stuck with him for the rest of the night. Dinner was strange and awkward, you watched your sister exaggerate and flaunt every aspect of her being in some attempt to seem more attractive. Your mother bragged about your sister's capabilities, her sportsmanship, the delicacy in which she wore her hair.
"Don't you agree the style suits her?" Your mother plotted, gesturing to your sister's intricate and painful looking updo.
"I quite prefer a simple look, hair free flowing so you can truly admire it," Taehyung said softly, tilting his head towards you.
You watched his eyes sleek down the length of your hair, tangle free for the first time in weeks. Your scalp was still sore from all of the pulling but somehow, in that moment you felt it had been worth the process to detangle it.
"Rumor has it you're looking for a duchess," Your mother said, surprising you so deeply the knife in your hand slipped from your fingers and clattered against the table. You scrambled to gather yourself, avoiding the eye of Taehyung.
"Not formally," He smiled, ignoring your clumsiness. "I'm waiting for someone in particular, for the person I'll fall in love with."
"Well, love can come in all different forms," Your mother assured, "Like love for the arts- you know, my eldest daughter plays the piano beautifully."
The words in your head bubbled out effortlessly, before you could stop yourself.
"Shouldn't a duke such as yourself be looking for something of more substance than love?"
He looked at you with wide, shocked eyes before masking it with a calm, amused expression instead. You looked straight at him for the first time that night, willing him to prove you wrong. There was nothing he could say that would justify his childish need for whatever he thinks is true love.
It didn't exist.
"Some of us value love," Taehyung commented vaguely, stabbing a piece of meat with his fork harshly.
"What does anyone know of love anyway? You can't quantify it- you can't see it, how does one be truly, completely sure of love?" You argued, "A better investment would be within someone who's the ideal match- someone who can offer more than a conversation."
"Do you think so little of the value of your soul?" He spat, "Do you care not how it would wither away into nothing after years of forced proximity to someone you don't love?"
"My lord," Your sister said slowly.
"It's better than loving someone who will grow to resent you for what you can't give them eventually," You snapped, cutting your sister off. "I think that would be worse than my soul withering away, as you say."
The table was silent and Taehyung was frozen, staring at you with an unreadable expression.
Your sister looked mortified, your mother absolutely beside herself. That's it- you had tried to hard not to ruin things and ruined it anyway.
"Excuse me," You mumbled before racing off to your room, tears already welling in your eyes.
The sun had gone down by the time you stopped crying. You heard a knock on your bedroom door and groaned, wiping away tear strains from your cheeks, "I wish to be alone," You yelled, flopping back down on the bed.
The door opened anyway and your sat up sharply, freezing when it was Taehyung who stood at the foot of your bed instead of your mother- who you had been anticipating.
"Taehyung," You said softly, "How-"
"The passage you showed me," He explained quietly, "I swear I'll go after, I just..."
You frowned, stepping closer to him to get a better look at him. You looked up at him in curiosity, wondering what exactly it was that he was here for- to rub it in your face? To make you say it aloud? That he was right, being without the ability to let yourself love someone was killing you?
"I have to know," He demanded, a frown furrowed into his brow. "What is it?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," You said stubbornly.
You stared at him like that, eyes scanning his face until they got caught on his lips- pink and plush. You found yourself leaning in uncontrollably, wanting to be nearer to him- closer, as close as you could be.
You wished you could reach out and smooth it, run your hands through your fingers and kiss away whatever worry you had been causing him. Instead, you looked away angrily as your eyes welled again.
"What is it that you think I require that you cannot give me?" Taehyung asked.
It was everything- your lack of social graces, hatred of balls and fluffiness and fight corsets. You hated being the center of social gatherings and would be a terrible duchess.
"I don't want to be a duchess or wife," You said adamantly, despite the fact that all you could think of was how good he smelled.
Tobacco and pine, you could see yourself getting addicted if you weren't careful.
You kissed him before you could stop yourself, pulling him towards you brashly. His arms wrapped around your waist and held you there, molding his body against you. You ran your hands over his form, muscles flexing under your touch. You were thankful he wasn't wearing a heavy coat, a simple shirt made of thin linen being the only thing separating him from you.
"Did I ever require you to be my wife?" He spat out.
"It's all anyone ever speaks of- The duke and his never ending search for a bride," You taunted, as he walked you backwards, pushing you against the wall and up into his arms.
You gasped against him, splitting your legs to allow him between them. The thick layers of your skirt fluffed around him and you felt his hand snake underneath them.
"At what point will you learn to stop catering to the whispers and gossip of others and trust what feels real?" Taehyung demanded.
You opened your eyes sharply, gazing down at him to gauge how serious he was. The look on his eyes was sharp, intense to a point of making you nervous. Was this it? The moment you broke under the pressure?
"Does this not feel real to you?" He asked quietly, his tone suddenly soft, "Stop me if it doesn't."
"Don't stop," You demanded, grabbing his collar and kissing him again.
You could feel him smile against your lips and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, affirming that you made the right choice. You couldn't wait to get to know him as well as you knew yourself, to be this close to him always. It was better than your daydream, the way his skin felt on yours, the pressure he put against you.
"Allow me to court you," He implored, "No commitment of marriage, no public obligations. Just allow me the chance of loving you."
You nodded because you were afraid to speak, the shy smile on your face mirroring his.
You repeated the same mistake that had put you in this position in the first place, letting him lay you down on your bed and not thinking twice before pulling him on top of you. You touched him freely, the way you would've in a dream.
You couldn't help but gaze up at him after the fact, tracing the soft edges of his face with your mind.
"Do you enjoy being a duke?" You asked, breaking the peaceful silence between the two of you. "I mean, genuinely. Do you enjoy it? Because the boy I met that night would hate something like that."
Taehyung looked down at you with a curious expression, a slight pout on his lips.
"Well, he does," He laughed, sitting up slightly, "He does hate it, but there's a few perks."
You rolled your eyes, sniffling slightly as you tilted your head in curiosity, "Like what?"
"Shall I show you?" He offered, rising to his full height and extending a hand towards you.
In your dreams, you were always in a pond.
Something about that cool, crystal water filled with an entire world of its own. A tiny ecosystem within a larger planet, completely oblivious to anything else but itself. You could rest there, eyes closed and wading peacefully.
"What is this?" You whispered, staring in awe.
It was unlike anything you had ever seen in your waking hours, a perfect, pristine, delicate pond hidden from the world around by lush greenery.
"A pond- could be yours, if you'd like." Taehyung smiled. "You told me once you dreamt of something like this, it sounded nice so I created it for myself."
"You did this?" You gasped, stepping towards the pond.
"You can do just about anything if you have the coin and the ear of a duke," He grinned, looking at you cockily before rolling the bottom of his pants up, kicking off his shoes and wading into the water, illuminated by moonlight. "I wanted to know what it was like within your dreams, wanted to understand you better."
No one had ever bothered to try understanding you at all.
"It's lovely, better than my dreams." You assured, "This is amazing, Taehyung."
"Did you mean what you said, about allowing me to court you?" He asked, looking back at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Yes, I did." You nodded, still enchanted by the way the moon reflected off the surface of the water.
"Good- then what are you waiting for?" He asked with a slow grin on his face. You tilted your head, wondering what he meant. He waded in the water further, outstretching a hand towards you, "Get in."
You felt your heart skip and beat and grinned, running towards him, already kicking off your shoes.
A cool, even tempered pond without a soul around and not a stitch of clothing confining your body. Your hair flowed free, wading through the water like the sea grass that wrapped and caressed your ankles underwater. You could just float in complete silence, not a soul to bother you or prod at you.
At least that's what you told yourself when you found yourself in situations like this one, which was often.
"I detest this," You said aloud, snapping your eyes open sharply when a harsh yank of a hairbrush ripped you away from the daydream you had been so desperately clinging to. "All this poking and prodding and touching- Why must I always be touched by so many throughout my day?"
"It's your job to be poked and prodded," Replied your ever so patient handmaiden, who had grown used to this argument of yours. "You're a lady, we have to see to it that your hair is always neat, your dress is attended to, your posture straight, presentation immaculate."
"One day, I'll snap and bite anyone who tries to touch me," You plotted blissfully, before catching the insulted look upon her face and feeling guilty instantly, "Everyone except for you, that is."
She smiled in reply, squeezing the top of your shoulder with her well worn, calloused hand. You placed yours over hers and squeezed, wishing she could just be your friend and not have to attend to you all the time as a servant did.
"Well, all of this fiddling is done with one goal- find a match. Once that's done, I dare say you'll only be concerned with the touch of a singular person," She teased, "Then, you won't even notice the mundanity of having your hair brushed."
You stared at yourself in the mirror, narrowing your eyes. She was right- all of this primping was only meant to attract a man towards marrying you. The way your dress drew a sharp angle into your waist, how your chest was pushed up and flaunted to a specific degree as to allude without being directly alluring. The unnecessarily intricate fabrics that covered your body, the jewels your mother insisted on you wearing to any and ever occasion.
It was easy being rich but hard to maintain as a woman.
Tonight was especially bad, a ball held in celebration of some Duke visiting the city commanding all of your parents' energy. You didn't have to worry too much about attracting his attention in particular, your parents were had their sights on him for your older sister instead. No, you were as close to free as you could be for tonight, instructed to simply be a supportive accessory to your sister, something you were more than fine with- anything to get the attention off of you and onto someone else.
"I doubt even a husband could make me fond of brushing my hair," You noted lightly before closing your eyes, imagining yourself diving headfirst into that pond.
You wished you could live in your head forever.
"This is disgusting."
"Take this one, the red one," You offered, gesturing towards the pastry you had opted for. "It's some kind of berry."
You watched Seokjin take it gingerly, taking the smallest bite known the man but appreciating it nonetheless. He made a satisfied little huff of a noise and you smiled, your cousin's eyes widening in surprise.
"I told you-" You started, beaming at him before you felt a harsh hand clamp down on your shoulder.
"Will the two of you stop eating and acknowledge the other people in the room?" Your mother whispered harshly, "Honestly, it's like you haven't eaten in days."
"Well, it's a testate to the quality of your cook, isn't? Can't you think of it as a compliment?" Seokjin offered lamely, making you cringe in anticipation of your mother's response.
"No." She said plainly, in a tone so severe you were too afraid to look at her. "Now go talk to someone else, I don't want to see you two together again for the rest of the night."
"You're joking-"
"She's not," You muttered to Jin, sulking off into a nearest vacant corner.
There were people everywhere, making you feel totally trapped. You felt like you couldn't breathe, the waist of your dress cutting in too tightly against your ribs and making it hard to think straight. You avoided nearly everyone, stumbling away from the masses of the party and into the gardens behind the property.
Finally- peace.
You rustled through green bushes of overly manicured flowers and soft grass trimmed to a tee. Wading through it was as easy as floating in water, giving you the very closest thing to your dream that you could get.
"Not enjoying the ball?"
You jumped, freezing at the sound of a foreign voice. Spinning on your heels, you were confronted by a man- frankly, a gorgeous man.
He was tall, square jaw, sloped nose, strong gaze locked onto you. He was dressed impeccably but clearly had decided he was over it- coat thrown over one shoulder, gloves thrown off and tucked into his pocket.
You were momentarily distracted by his exposed hands, how delicate and nimble they seemed. You watched him bring one up to his face, smoothing hair off of his forehead and carding through thick brown locks carefully.
You stared at him blankly, enchanted and scared all at once.
"I don't like the crowds," You mumbled, taking a step back cautiously.
This man was like nothing you had ever seen- he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel and completely took you by surprise.
"Neither do I," He smiled, pulling a flask out of his back pocket, "Care for a stroll instead?"
So you strolled.
And you spoke- and you learned that he likes horse riding and his grandparents owned a farm. He liked playing instruments and watching ballet, he enjoyed the arts but didn't find himself immediately successful with a paintbrush. He was funny and shy and liked the drink but only wine that tasted of fruit.
You didn't believe him until you took a sip from his flask-
"Plums," You noted, licking the remnants off of your lips. He nodded with a shy smile, making your heart melt a little. You wanted to know everything about him, more than he had already told you thus far. You had a million questions and started with the most important, "You haven't told me your name."
The beautiful boy froze, throwing you an awkward look as if it were the wrong question to ask. Wasn't it natural that you'd ask him for his name eventually?
"What? Is that a strange question?" You wondered, drifting away from him towards a tree.
"No," He mused, "Just not one I get asked often."
You smirked, looking over your shoulder at him, "Maybe if you spent less time hiding in gardens and more time at balls."
"Then I wouldn't get to come across such beautiful women," He flirted, and suddenly he was right behind you, hand at your waist and twirling you to face him. "Taehyung. My name is Taehyung."
You squeaked in surprise, letting him push you up against the tree and step towards you. You let his name roll off your lips for the very first time, pulling him into your space- wanting him as close as possible.
Hearing you say his name seemed to draw a visceral reaction from him, lips parting slightly as a shaky breath left his lungs.
"I- I don't want to do anything uncouth, but I-" He stammered, breathless. "I think I might die if I don't kiss you."
Your heart raced and you wanted him too badly to care about manners or rules or what your mother would think. You kissed him once, soundly, and you knew he was yours. Whatever this man was made of, he belonged to your soul and your soul only.
"Take me somewhere," You whispered against his skin, looking up at him with eager eyes.
"You shouldn't be seen with me like this," He frowned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
"Then follow me," You decided, knowing your own home well enough to sneak in unnoticed.
He nodded nervously, his hand finding hours that that was it.
You were too lost in him to notice it- too focused on the way his skin felt against yours. How his nimble and fragile hands worked your body and melted you down into putty before shaping you back up however he pleased. You let him explore every part of you the way no one had before, the feeling of newness too strong to think clearly before it was too late. Instead, you found yourself rocking against him, making love to him again. The two of you spoke more, explored more, kissed more, slept more, fucked more.
It was so bad your handmaiden had to tell your mother you had fallen ill after the ball and couldn't be seen.
"Isn't your family wondering where you are?" You whispered to Taehyung,
"Not really," he sighed, with a wry smile that made you worried. "They don't question me, they have no need to."
You were aware of how foreign he was to you but this is what you wanted- some recklessly permanent bond to be made between the angel and you. Something you wouldn't forget no matter if you had to return to reality tomorrow.
For the rest of your life you'd have this in your mind, the way Taehyung held you, how he filled you up so completely, the way he begged for you, whispering out your name like the sweet hymn of an angel.
"Your hair is so beautiful," Taehyung mumbled, when the two of you had slipped into a warmed bath prepared by your handmaiden who only gave you one pointed look before obliging.
She wouldn't say a thing- you were sure of that much.
You pursed your lips, feeling him card his hair through your locks and drip warm water through the tendrils, "I wish to do nothing but tend to it, run a comb through it all day and make love to you as you please."
You laughed softly, wondering if all that time spent under torture of a hairbrush had indeed been worth it. Maybe your handmaiden had been right, because one compliment from him and your heart was soaring, head spinning uncontrollably. Your head was laid on his chest as he played with your hair, seated in his lap with your legs on either side of his hips feeling the upmost comfort in the world.
"What a dream," You mused, "bring my mother a dowry suitable and she'll oblige."
Taehyung tssked and pinched your side, "You're being flippant but I truly am determined to court you."
"Do you not agree we seem to have skipped a number of steps?" You scoffed, sitting up sharply. "You hardly know me."
"I know what books you like to read and that you don't like crowds, I know you love to swim and that you enjoy sweet foods over savory. The rest will come later, with time, I'll come to know you like the back of my hand and you'll know me the same."
It was a beautiful notion but you couldn't help some nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to slow down. You had never been allowed to have anything you wanted, even as a child your choice was never considered. It was hard to believe that things could be this easy.
You didn't miss the way his eyes drifted downwards towards your chest and cupped his gorgeous face in your hands, forcing him to stay focused, "This was a dream- but a dream is all that it was. My mother would never allow me to choose my own husband."
"Then I'll tell her I chose you instead- she has no need to know that I've already bedded you." He said adamantly, "I'll tell her you caught my eye at the ball and I wish to see you again. Supervised visits, walks, I'll take you horseback riding. We'll do it right. You can leave the same pathway we came up this evening open for me and I'll come visit you at night, brush your hair, keep your bed warm."
He smirked, leaning closer to you and laying a line of sweet but intention filled kisses down your neck. Imagining a future with Taehyung was easy, even if it wasn't perfect, a man like him would be worth it- wouldn't he?
You moaned lightly, leaning into the touch despite the anxiety in your heart, "And who's to say she'll say yes? What prospects do you have, are we even of the same rank? I don't know your family crest, you've only seen mine hanging above my bed."
"Trust me, your mother will not object to me courting you," He assured.
"How can you be so sure?" You said suspiciously, gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Because, my love," He sighed, leaning back completely so that his chest was exposed to you, glistening with beads of water running down his golden skin with his long arms outstretched and resting along the edges of the tub. He looked larger than life, angel wings fully expanded like this. "No one denies a Duke, not even your mother."
You felt the blood drain from your face, staring at him with wide eyes. Duke? As in, the duke? The duke your sister was meant to fall in love with and finally secure her happy ever after for her own sake alongside your mother's? You suddenly felt anxious, rising out of the tub too quickly.
This changed everything- you ruined everything. Suddenly, your heart was racing and your lungs felt heavy. You ruined your sister's future- brought shame to your family. How would she react? How would your mother react?
Taehyung's eyes scanned your suddenly distraught expression with confusion- too concerned at your reaction to take in your nude form before you threw a dressing gown over your body, not caring enough to dry off beforehand.
The fabric stuck uncomfortably to your wet skin but you couldn't care in that moment, turning on your heels in anger, "Why didn't you tell me? You- how could you just neglect to tell me who you are completely?"
Taehyung looked up at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw, "You asked for my name, not my station."
"What were you even doing hiding in a garden- you're a duke!" You exclaimed, stomping your foot childishly.
"The same thing you were doing, I dislike parties!" He laughed, as if there were anything funny about the situation you found yourself in.
"It was your own party!" You insisted miserably. "You're meant to court my sister, you know that- right?"
He flicked water at you petulantly, sighing dramatically, "I don't want your sister, I want you."
You threw him a look, rolling your eyes at him. Didn't want your sister- your sister was perfect. He had to be lying. He must be. He was one of those men, the high stationed ones who woo'd stupid, unsuspecting, women and then ruined their lives and left them in the dust while they went to-
"You look like you're an inch away from losing your mind," Taehyung commented, arms hanging over the edge of the tub.
"I think you need to leave." You decided.
"What? A moment ago I told you I offered you my hand and you're rejecting me?"
"I'm not- that's," You stammered, unsure of what to say. "We're strangers, the only true option here is to forget this night ever happened and you can meet my sister and fall in love and all will be right."
"That's what you want me to do?" He said bitterly, anger so palpable you couldn't bear to look at him.
You nodded wordlessly, gasping when he rose up suddenly. You turned around sharply, a deep blush settling on your cheeks as if you hadn't seen him nude for the majority of the night. He paid no mind, approaching you from behind and slinging an arm loosely around your waist, wet bodies pressed together- separated only by thin silk.
His lips grazed the shell of your ear, as it had before your lips touched for the first time but this time felt different- more dangerous.
"You'd deny yourself the pleasure of being loved for your family's social standing?" He hissed, "Can you honestly say you won't regret this? Standing by idly knowing how much i want you and yet turning your back on it?"
"I'd do it for my family's reputation- yes." You said plainly, "There's only a night between us, not love or want or fate- just lust."
Taehyung stiffened against you and suddenly he removed himself from your side, disappearing altogether while you stood there- trapped in deep agony. You did the only thing you could do as you stood there, closing your eyes slowly and speaking in hushed tones-
I have part one done but i'm making a part two and i don't want to post until i've perfected it to the end so i don't leave you guys hanging like i do for a lot of series lol....
my new year's resolution is to finish what i started 🥴
bestie can you please write prince! tae x princess! reader, fluff or smut whichever one. thank you (yes this is inspired by his photofolio concept) 🥰
Okay I switched this up and I'm doing a duke!tae one kind of bridgerton inspired and it's a fucking monster it's so long but I love it so far it'll be up in the next couple of days
bestie can you please write prince! tae x princess! reader, fluff or smut whichever one. thank you (yes this is inspired by his photofolio concept) 🥰
Okay I switched this up and I'm doing a duke!tae one kind of bridgerton inspired and it's a fucking monster it's so long but I love it so far it'll be up in the next couple of days
Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.
You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.
Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-
"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.
"It was only a couple hours-"
"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"
You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.
You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.
"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.
His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.
"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.
"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.
"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.
You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.
"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."
He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.
"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.
You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.
You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.
It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.
You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.
There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.
You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.
"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.
"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."
You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.
He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.
"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.
hi lassssss <3 have u seen that episode of namjoon and yoongi drinking together? i was just thinking about how cute it would be if you wrote a drabble about namjoon coming home to you all tipsy and needy after filming that episode 🥺 i feel like he’d be the funniest cutest drunk person ever.
this went up and I'm so sorry but it accidentally turned into smut...I can write a fluffy version! idk what happened, it's bc I'm ovulating!!! I swear!!!
"Gorgeous," You nodded, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
You barely recognized the person staring back at you. Whoever that girl was felt foreign, a distantly uncomfortable, wide-eyed look on their face so devoid of happiness it was almost comical. Nothing about that person was you- not the slicked back, too shiny, too gelled hair whipped into a dystopian updo; Not the shiny tiara your mother had just placed on top of your hair, practically blinding you as it was tucked in front of a long, snowy net of lace; Definitely not the puffy white dress that took up too much space with a corset so tight you felt like you couldn't breathe.
"You're going to remember this day forever- you're going to look at this very tiara and remember the day you married the love of your life, the person who you'll always be with no matter what, the person who you'll be forever attached to." You mom gushed.
"Oh my god," You muttered, eyes widening.
That's when it hit you- The realities of the mess you had gotten into.
"Doesn't that sound magical?" Your sister sniffled next to her, leaning against you to get a better look at what should've been the happy bride on her wedding day.
No- it didn't sound magical. It sounds fucking awful, actually.
"I think...." You said, your voice so weak it broke halfway through. "I think I need to pee."
"Oh! I'll help you!" Your sister offered.
"NO!" You said too loudly, too quickly. "I just want to be alone for a moment in the bathroom. Where I'll be....peeing."
You ignored their strange looks of confusion, rushing off towards the bathroom. The door was thankfully down the hallway of the large suite you had booked to get ready for your wedding in, one that had been meticulously decorated for your first night as a wedded woman. You reached for the handle, stopping for a moment as your eyes wandered towards....
The other door next to it, the one that led out to the hallway.
You stared at it for a millisecond, hand still hovering by the bathroom before you were out.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh motherfucking shit," You whispered under your breath, breaking out into a full sprint down the hallway and towards the stairs, completely bypassing the elevator.
You flew down the stairs, ripping through the lobby in hopes that none of your guests had arrived yet.
"What the fuck am I doing?" You cried, looking around wildly until you spotted a sleek black mercedes with a man in a suit standing in front of it.
It was the car you had hired to drive you to the venue and then after the ceremony, the one you and your husband would drive to the airport in. The one you knew for a fact was preloaded with your luggage in the trunk. You ran up to him, your dress gathered in bunches in your arms and your veil half off, "You- drive."
"I- What?" The driver stuttered, checking the watch on his wrist, "Did I get the time wrong? I thought we didn't leave for another hour?"
"Um, No! No wedding- No, we're not leaving, actually, can we leave? Can you drive? I really don't want to get married, please don't make me? I just want to leave," You whimpered, finding it hard to breathe for a moment.
He looked alarmed, blinking blankly at you for a moment before nodding quickly, "Okay, let's do this- get in the car and I'll drive."
He opened the door and you threw yourself in, falling into a puddle as the driver shoved the rest of the thick dress material in behind you.
"Why is this thing so big?" He grunted, pushing the layers of tule in beside you.
"I don't know," You said miserably, trying your best to help him. "I didn't pick it out!"
"You didn't- what do you mean you didn't pick it out?" He gasped dramatically, "It's your wedding dress, why didn't you pick it out?"
"Clearly, I'm a fucking mess!" You snapped, just before he slammed the door closed.
You were starting to panic, thankful for how quickly the driver got in the car and began to drive away. You felt a buzzing and frowned, looking down to see your phone glued to your hand- you didn't even realize you had it in your hand. You mom was calling...
You pressed decline, snapping your eyes up instead, "Is there alcohol in here? When I hired you guys, your boss said he'd put champagne in here."
"Yeah it's- here," The driver said, reaching behind him and pointing towards the chilled bottle in front of you, "But it's corked so-"
He cut himself off, stopping when he heard you shoot it off- watching it bounce off the roof and off towards the windshield. He threw you a side eye through the review mirror, watching you chug straight from the bottle.
"So....you didn't like the guy?" He asked, keeping his eyes on you.
You narrowed your eyes, staring back at him. He looked to be around your age, fluffy brown hair, big brown eyes, a boxy looking awkward smile on his lips. He could've been a model, actually. He was definitely tall enough for it.
"What did you say your name was?" You asked instead, leaning towards him.
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." He introduced, tearing his eyes away from you to look back towards the road, "Where did you say we were going? I'm assuming not the venue I was given the address to?"
You paused, realizing you didn't have a single clue on what you were planning on doing now.
You're a runaway bride. You left your fiancé and now you're on the run like a criminal with only a bottle of champagne and a suitcase in the trunk as a clue. Well, two suitcases- one was your fiancés.
You should return it....you should tell him you're not getting married to him....
"I should feel guilty," You whispered. "I'm a bad person, aren't I? I'm a terrible person. Why don't I feel guilty? I don't...."
"He probably wasn't that great of a guy then. Where are we going?"
"We were going to honeymoon in Italy," You mumbled.
"Italy?" Taehyung scoffed, "What a waste of money. If I could go on a vacation, I'd go home. A lot of people don't know that Bisan-dong is actually really nice, the farmland and the open air can really set things in perspective."
"Really?" You said, curiosity peaked.
Taehyung nodded obliviously, a happy little smile on his face, "Oh yeah, it's amazing. My family owns chickens and my neighbors have goats and horses and growing up there were even cows!"
"But a person like me would be lost if I tried to go, right?" You schemed, still hugging your champagne.
"Definitely- you'd need a guide or something."
"So you'll do it?" You asked, "You'll guide me around! I mean, I'll definitely pay you, and we'd have to leave now- I mean, right now. Can we drive? Or maybe a train is better- which one do you prefer?"
Taehyung froze, mouth gaped open, "Y-What?"
"What?" You snapped, rolling your eyes, "I said I'll pay you- come on, say yes."
"Have you lost your mind?" Taehyung exclaimed, turning around to stare at you in bewilderment.
You scoffed, pushing his head back forward towards the road. You took another swig of the champagne, leaning back into your seat.
"Maybe," You shrugged, a weight lifting off of your chest. "But that might not be a bad thing. So? Are you in?"
Taehyung looked at you through the review mirror nervously, thin hands gripping the steering wheel a little too harshly.
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