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Heatwaves [ 3.9k ] completed
Camp Councellor! taehyung x camper!reader
Synopsis : At a retro 1970s summer camp, the arrival of a charming new counsellor Taehyung marks the start of a sinister summer. As campers begin to disappear, the staff insist nothing is wrong ; but you know the terrifying truth.
Part 1 1.7k words
Part 2 1.6k words
Part 3 0.6k words
More to come!
oneshots ✎
1. Midnight curfew 4.2k words
Police officer!Taehyung x drunk! reader
Synopsis : One drink too many leads to a midnight halt under neon lights, where Officer Kim Taehyung’s icy resolve fails against your bratty flirting. When the handcuffs click, tension snaps into a punishing backseat lesson in resisting arrest. Amidst radio static and heavy rhythm, he abandons his badge to claim you—risking his career for one wrecked, breathless taste on the leather seats.
2. Cowgirl 639 words ( drabble ? )
Teasing husband!Taehyung x reader
Synopsis : when a playful game with him takes a turn—the fear of being caught is persistent, but everythings worth taking a risk ;)
3. Desk at the back of the class 3.3k words
Quiet, gymrat!Taehyung x shy!reader
Synopsis : A quiet student named Kim Taehyung always sits in the back of class. He is huge, silent, and intimidating. You have a secret crush on him. One day, you find him working out alone in the gym. The tension breaks and turns physical. Now, a dangerous secret exists between you two. Everything has changed.
synopsis : A quiet student named Kim Taehyung always sits in the back of class. He is huge, silent, and intimidating. You have a secret crush on him. One day, you find him working out alone in the gym. The tension breaks and turns physical. Now, a dangerous secret exists between you two. Everything has changed.
Genre / Warnings : University AU, Taehyung is not like the other boys, classmates to lovers, smut ( obv ), pining, gym sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex ( y'all know better ), size difference, size kink if you squint, "beast" imagery, massive biceps, deep voice, 18+ MDNI, rough sex, breeding kink ( implied ), creampie, oral sex ( f-receiving ), clit sucking, hair pulling, marking, overstimulation, shaky legs, possessive Taehyung.
Word count : 3,300 words
This story has been crossposted on my Instagram account — kkthsmutz [ I'm more active on my instagram account ]
The morning air in the classroom was already thick with the smell of cheap body spray and the obnoxious roar of guys who thought being loud was a personality trait. They were acting like frat boys, shoving each other and shouting across the room about some party I didn’t care about. It was exhausting—childish, really.
I pushed through the chaos, looking for a spot, but the room was packed. The only empty chair left was at the very back. Next to him—kim Taehyung was totally opposite to the noise. He was dead silent, his head resting on his crossed arms against the desk, seemingly asleep. He didn't do the nerdy quiet thing—he just looked like he couldn't be bothered by anyone's existence. Even with his eyes closed, he was intimidating. While everyone else sees a terrifying loner, I see exactly what I want.
I felt my breath hitch as I got closer. His sleeves were rolled up, and God, his arms were massive. His biceps looked like they were straining against the uniform shirt, thick and solid, he was huge. He looked less like a student and more like something dangerous that had wandered in from a gym.
My heart was thudding against my ribs as I sank into the seat, my shoulder inches away from his bulging arm. I carefully slid my bag onto the floor, trying not to disturb the beast. But being this close, I could smell him—a mix of sandalwood and something deep and masculine. He didn't move, but the air between us suddenly felt heavy.
My eyes lingered on the way his shirt stretched over his broad back, my mouth going dry. The guys up front were still screaming, but in the back row, it was just me and the heavy sound of his breathing. I thought he was out cold until I saw his bicep twitch, the muscle under his skin moving as he slowly began to shift.
I tried to focus on writing notes, but the presence of him was suffocating. Taehyung was still facedown, his face hidden in the crook of his elbow, but his body was restless. With a low huff that sounded more like a growl, he shifted. His massive arm slid across the shared desk, the heavy weight of his bicep pinning right against my side. The heat was instant. His muscle was rock solid, straining the fabric of his sleeve, and the pressure of it forced me to sit upright, trapped between the back of my chair and his muscle.
The heat from his arm sweeps through my thin shirt, sending goosebumps all over me. I held my breath, afraid that even a slight shake of my chest would provoke him. But he didn't pull away. Instead, another low, rumbling sigh vibrated through the wood of the desk. Slowly, his head lifted from his arms, though his eyes remained closed. He looked tired, his hair messy and falling over his forehead in waves. He leaned back slightly, his broad shoulders expanding as he took a deep breath. Then, without warning, the heavy weight shifted again.
He didn't sit up to face the front. Instead, he tilted his head toward me. I gasped softly as I felt the side of his face settle firmly against my shoulder. He was using me as a pillow—unconsciously.
The size of him made me feel tiny—the crown of his head tucked right under my jaw, and I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting the sensitive skin of my neck. He let out a long, satisfied exhale, his body finally going limp as he found a comfortable position against me. His massive bicep remained pressed hard against my ribs, effectively pulling me to him.
I sat there, paralyzed, my pen hovering uselessly over my notebook. The loud, obnoxious shouting of the guys in the front row seemed to fade into a dull hum, replaced by the rhythmic sound of Taehyung’s heartbeat against my side. He smelled like sandalwood and cold rain.
Every time he took a breath, I felt his chest against my arm, a constant reminder of the ‘beast’ resting so peacefully on my shoulder. I knew I should probably move, or at least wake him before the professor walked in, but the way he settled into me—like I was the only thing in this chaotic room providing him any peace, made it impossible to pull away. I closed my eyes for a second, letting my head lean just a fraction of an inch closer to his, trapped in the suffocating heat of him.
That was our very first encounter. When the bell finally woke him, he sat up so abruptly that the desk rattled, his face flushing deep red as he hid his head. He spent the next minute hastily gathering his things while mumbling a string of low apologies, unable to even meet my eyes before he bolted from the room.
Months had passed since that first morning, but the silence between us only pulled closer until it finally snapped in the campus gym. I thought I was alone until I heard the heavy thud of metal and saw Taehyung, his massive frame glistening with sweat as he pushed through a final set of presses.
The shirt that once strained against his biceps was discarded on a bench, leaving his broad back and those large shoulders completely exposed. When he finally noticed me standing in the shadows, he didn't apologize or look away this time—he dropped the weights with a clang and walked toward me—before I could breathe, he had me pinned against the cool brick wall, he remarked, "You’ve been watching me for weeks—tell me exactly what you want before I lose my mind.”
I felt my back hit the rough brick, my breath hitching as I looked up at the him in front of me. I was shaking, my hands reaching out to steady myself against his chest, but the moment my palms met his skin, my confidence boosted. My fingers curled against him, feeling the thumping of his heart beneath the surface.
"I...I just like the view." I whispered, my voice trembling but my eyes tracing his jaw. I bit my lip, looking up at him through my lashes, the shyness absurd with a sudden, bold remark. "You’re a lot harder to ignore when you’re not sleeping, Taehyung."
His eyes darkened and qnd went eyes wide as he leaned down, his nose brushing against mine. Despite the raw power of him, his touch was gentle as he tucked a stray hair behind my ear, his thumb lingering to caress my cheek. "Is that so?" he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that I felt deep in my bones. He didn't rush—he hovered there, giving me every second to retreat, his maturity radiating in the way he waited for my silent permission while his body consumed my space.
"You're dangerous." I managed to breathe out, my face flushing deep red as I felt his other hand settle firmly on my waist, pulling me flush against his rock hard thighs.
"Only if you want me to be." he murmured, his lips ghosting over mine, tasting like salt and somewhat strawberries. He tilted his head, his eyes dropping to my lips with a hunger that made my knees weak. "But right now, I think you've stared long enough. It's time you felt exactly what you've been looking at.”
His lips meet mine in a soft yet messy kiss. Hands snaking down to my waist, pulling me against his torso. His tongue brushes against my lip asking dor entry as I oblige. He had to lean down to kiss me—which did nothing but soak my panties. Between our kissing, his hands snake down to my thighs from my waist—picking me up suddenly. I yelp in the kiss before wrapping my legs around him. He carries me over to the bench nearby, spreading my knees just enough to stand between them.
He let out a low chuckle against my lips as I locked my legs behind his back as he settled me onto the edge of the weight bench. He didn't pull away for even a second, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth with a possessive heat that tasted like pure dominance. His thick thighs pressing firmly against my cunt through the thin fabric of my clothes.
His large hands slid from my thighs up under my shirt, his palms hot as they glided over my stoamch before cupping my breasts with a firm, needy grip. I let out a wrecked moan into the kiss, my head tossing back as he finally broke away to bury his face in the crook of my neck. He didn't just kiss me—he nipped at my pulse point, grazing my skin while his hands worked under my shirt yo the clasp of my bra with a gentlemanly precision that made me whimper.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make those sounds," he said, his voice a vibration against my skin as he finally pulled my shirt over my head. His eyes flared with a predatory hunger as he looked down at me. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the button of his gym shorts, his knuckles brushing against the massive hard, erect length straining against the fabric. "Touch me.” he commanded. "I want to feel your hands on me before I lose every bit of my manners.”
My hands move down to help him unbutton his gym shorts, purposefully lingering and pressing against his clothed cock stern. Hearing his groan encouraged me to slip down his boxers, when he finally sprang free, my breath hitched in my throat. His cock looked delicious. thick, heavy length that looked almost too much to handle. It was mapped with thick veins that throbbed with every heavy beat. The girth of him was intimidating, twitching when exposed to the cool gym air.
A single, glistening bead of pre cum escaped the tip, trailing down the underside of his cock. He let out a sharp exhale when my fingers finally brushed against him, the heat radiating off his cock so intense it felt like lava against my palm. “Everything about you is so big, god…” I whimpered, my thumb tracing the sensitive area where the head met the rest of his dick .
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound as he grabbed my hair gently, tilting my head back so he could look into my eyes. "I'm yours." he rasped, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch toward my face. "All of it. Every inch is yours if you can take it.” I reached for him, desperate to taste, but he caught my wrists with a low, husky chuckle. "Not today, baby." he groaned, his voice making my head spin. "I’ve spent too many nights imagining this. I need to see all of you first."
He didn't waste another second, his large hands reaching down to hook into the waistband of my skirt and panties. He slid them down my leg, exposing me to the cool air. My face went red, trying to press my knees together, but he gently spread them apart, his eyes roaming over my soaking wet folds with an intensely
"Beautiful." he whispered, his thumb reaching out to stroke over my clit sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against my inner thigh as he inhaled deeply, adoring the scent of my arousal. "You're so sensitive for me, aren't you?" He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw me squirming on the bench, my fingers digging into my palm.
He straightens up, rubbing his tip over my folds. The head brushes against my clit in circles, making my toes curl. “Please taehyung—fuck” He didn't wait another second. His large hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he positioned himself at my entrance.
I felt the scorching head of his cock press against me, and I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt just how thick he truly was compared to my hole. "Look at me." he commanded, his voice a low rumble. As soon as I met his dark, blown out gaze, he lunged forward, sinking his entire length into me in one deep, punishing thrust.
I let out a cry, my back arching off the bench as my body stretched to take in his massive girth. He was so big he filled me completely—hitting my depths with a force that made my vision go blurry. He stayed there for a moment—buried to the hilt, letting out a groan as he felt my tight walls pulsing around him. Then he began to move, pulling back until he was almost out before slamming back home, each thrust heavy.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the empty gym, a raw rhythm that drove me over the edge. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails scratching at his broad shoulders. He was relentless, his thrusts quickening as he lost his gentleness, his breath coming in desperate hitches against my ear. "You're so tight... fuck, I'm gonna lose it." he hissed, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower until he finally stiffened, his entire body shuddering as he filled me with a hot, heavy release that left us both gasping for air in the silence.
His thick, hot cum flooded me, pulsing. Taehyung’s head dropped to my shoulder, his forehead damp with sweat, his breath coming in hitches. He stayed buried deep inside me, his massive weight keeping me in place on the bench, his heart thumping against my chest. "Don't move." he rasped, his voice sounding like velvet. "Just...stay right there."
His fingers, which were dug firmly into my hips, began to soften, his thumbs tracing small, possessive circles over my skin. I could feel the twitching of his cock inside me as he came down from the peak, the friction of his muscles sending waves of electricity through my pussy.
I whined softly, my arms still locked around his neck, my fingers tangled in the damp, dark lock of his hair. "Taehyung..." He lifted his head, his eyes dark, swirling with a mix of satisfaction and warmth. He looked down at where we were joined, his jaw tightening. Slowly, he began to pull back. The sensation of him sliding out of me was almost as intense as him going in—a slow and wet friction that left me feeling cold and empty the moment he fully escaped.
A low needy sound escaped my throat as I felt my own cum and his heat slicking and oozing out on my inner thighs. Taehyung didn't let me stay lonely for long. He reached down, grabbing my thighs and pulling me right to the very edge of the bench so my legs were draped over his shoulders. "I'm not done with you." he murmured, his gaze dropping to my swollen, glistening folds. "Not even close."
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of my cum from my skin, making my entire body jerk. He looked up at me through his lashes, smirking. "You taste better than I imagined and I have a very vivid imagination." Before I could process the words—he dived back in, but this time with his mouth. His tongue was broad, swirling around my clit making me sob his name, my body jerking and shaking.
He spread me wider, exposing every inch of me to his attention. "Tae—please, I can't—" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the bench. "You can," he mummered against my folds, the vibration of his voice sending me over the edge. "Take it for me." He sucked my clit, his cheeks hollowing as he created a vacuum of pleasure. My back arched so violently I thought I might break, my toes curling as the second climax hit me like a freight train. My vision went white, my toes curling and thighs strangling him at the sharp sensation
I was shaking, my wall clamping down on nothing but air, I could do nothing but let out a series of broken whimpers. He didn't stop until I was limp, my legs trembling on his shoulders. When he finally looked up, his face was coated with my wetness. He stood up, his massive cock already hardening again.
He stepped between my legs again, his hands sliding behind my back to hoist me up so I was chest to chest with him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He walked us toward the mirror wall of the gym, forcing me to look at our reflection. "Look at yourself." he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "Look at how you look wrapped around me."
In the mirror—I saw how small I looked against him—my skin flushed red, my eyes blown out, held up entirely by his strength. He positioned his tip at my entrance again, the thick veined head stretching me open before I could even catch my breath. "I want to see you take it this time." he whispered into my ear, his hand reaching down to guide himself.
He lunged upward, the vertical angle driving him even deeper than before. I watched in the mirror as his hips slammed into mine. He began a brutal rhythm, his biceps bulging as he held my weight effortlessly, his every thrust an evidence to the quiet power he’d been hiding behind that classroom desk for months.
"You're mine." he grunted, the words punctuated by the wet slap of his skin against me. "Say it." "I'm... I'm yours." I cried out, my head falling back as the gym blurred into a nothing but the smell of sandalwood and sex. Taehyung’s pace turned feral. He wasn’t just moving with me— he was trying to merge into me, his fingers bruising my hips as he pulled me flush against his skin. His breathe was a series growls against my ear, and I could feel the tenskon coiling in his massive thighs.
"Look at me." he choked out. our eyes locked in the mirror, his entire body went rigid. A sharp cry tore from his throat as he slammed home one last time, pinning me to his chest. I felt the rhythmic pulses of him filling me with the heavy heat of his cum that made my vision go white for the nth time. He held me there, trembling, his heart hammering.
He didn't let me go. He slid out of me with a wet sticky sound, he immediately tucked my head into the crook of his neck, his large hand cupping the back of my head as he breathed me in. He leaned back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with a possessive heat that hadn't faded with the peak. He reached down, his thumb tracing my lower lip, dragging it down.
"Don't think this changes the way I look at you in class." he whispered, it sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine. "Now I know exactly what you sound like when you’re breaking and tomorrow morning, when I’m sitting at that desk...I’m going to be thinking about exactly how much more of this you can take before you start begging."
He gave my waist a squeeze before letting me stand on my own, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he watched me struggle to catch my breath. "Get dressed." he rumbled, his gaze raking over my messy form one last time. "I'm walking you home, and I suggest you start thinking of an excuse for why you'll be walking with a limp tomorrow."
A / N : omgg, I'm back y'all ! I put my entire v-jayjay into writing this. I was so obsessed with taehyungs body after military and just...had to do it. I hope you guys enjoyed it—let me know your thoughts !
synopsis : when a playful game with him takes a turn—the fear of being caught is persistent, but everythings worth a risk ;)
Genre / Warnings : Risk of being caught by daughter, shaky orgasms, overstimulation, breeding/cum kink, Daddy kink, muffled moans, 18+ MDNI , sofa sex, riding, cock warming, marking/biting, exhibitionism i guess?
Word count : 639 words ( drabble ? )
cross posted on Instagram under the username kkthsmutz — I'm always active on Instagram
Adjusting myself down onto his length, an airy moan escaped my lips just as his palms clamped over my mouth. "You don't want to be caught by her, do you?" he whispered, his voice a jagged edge against my ear.
Just a few feet away, our daughter sat in front of the television, mesmerized by a barbie movie, completely oblivious to us tangled on the sofa behind her in thick blankets. "F-fuck, Taehyung, stop moving!" I hissed into his hand, my body arching as he caught my g-spot with a precision that made my vision blur.
"Weren't you the one who dared me to see who would break first?" He grinned, shifting his hips with a slow, agonizing tilt that grounded his cock deeper into me. Being the bold man he was, he didn't stop—he began to thrust, a rhythmic, deep pace that forced a loud moan from my throat.
My eyes snapped wide as our daughter suddenly glanced back, her expression one of pure confusion. "Sorry baby, Mommy just got shocked by Barbie's dress," I managed, forced a nervous, shaky smile. She giggled, "Mommy is funny," before turning back to the screen.
I let out a ragged sigh of relief, only for it to be cut short by another sharp, unapologetic thrust. "I swear to God, Taehyung, I won't let you touch me for a month if you keep this up," I snapped, trying to maintain an annoyed glare despite the pleasure wreaking havoc on my composure.
"Don't lie, baby. I know you're loving every second," he chuckled, watching me struggle against him.
"Are you seriously going to fuck me right in front of your daughter, Kim?"
"Technically, we’re behind her. And we can be very quiet," he murmured, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "You're getting more desperate by the day, aren't you?" His hips rolled upward, the slick collision of his abdomen against me creating a wet, rhythmic sound that was drowned out only by the movie's soundtrack. "Tsk, look at you—dripping for me. Weren't you just asking me to stop?"
He grinned, his hair brushing my skin as his teeth grazed my shoulder, leaving a stinging mark. His thrusts remained agonizingly slow to keep the noise muffled, but my body was screaming for something rougher. I couldn't take the pace anymore. "Let me ride you instead, daddy," I whispered.
I began to bounce, controlling the depth as I sank onto him, his pre-cum acting as a slick lubricant that began to soak his thighs. One of his hands gripped my waist from behind to steady me while the other stayed firmly over my mouth to catch the low whimpers breaking from my throat. I picked up the speed, riding him with a frantic hunger that sent his head lolling back against the cushions.
"Fuck, just like that," he groaned, his knuckles white as he gripped the sofa fabric. "Show me how much you want my cum to fill you up."
The movie credits began to roll just as we reached the peak. As I collapsed into a shaking orgasm, our daughter turned around with a pout. "Mommy, the movie is over."
"Ahh, fuc—yes, baby," I gasped, my voice trembling as he delivered a final, heavy hump into my core. "Go to your room and I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay!" She giggled, skipping off toward the hallway.
The moment the door clicked shut, my eyes rolled back. I felt the hot, thick load of him filling me completely, the excess oozing out as he pulled back with a low, satisfied growl. "That was way too slow for my liking," he rasped, his eyes dark with lingering heat. "How about a second round once she’s asleep? This time, I’m on top, and I’m not stopping until you’re squirming and soaking the sheets."
A/N : AHH okay so I've re done this—i had posted this smut on instagram 3 years ago
synopsis : At a retro 1970s summer camp, the arrival of a charming new counsellor Taehyung marks the start of a sinister summer. As campers begin to disappear, the staff insist nothing is wrong ; but you know the terrifying truth.
Genre/ Warning : 1970s slasher / horror erotica romance mini series, porn with plot, age gap, toxic obsession, dub con, size kink, praise kink, degradation, 18+ MDNI, overstimulation, authority figure taehyung, marking, creampie, mentions of smoking and tobacco, objectification, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, public scandal, loss of identify, corruption, kidnapping? Weird ahh ending.
word count : 0.6k words? ( Short again )
Divider credits | cross posted on Instagram under the username kkthsmutz --- I'm always active on Instagram!!
3:17 AM — My Cabin
They took me to the camp infirmary, cleaned the cut on my knees. Gave me tea and asked myriads of questions. I told them a version of the truth—that I was attacked. That it was someone outside camp. That I never saw their face.
But I knew they wouldn’t believe me if I told them it was Taehyung. Not Taehyung. The new hot counselor every girl batted their eyes at. Not the man who moaned my name into the night, who kissed me like sin and fucked me like worship.
But deep down…maybe it was because a part of me didn't want him gone. Twisted. Sick. Wrong. But I knew I was already marked by him—in every way.
4:41 AM— My cabin
The graze of coldness settled on my skin. The air bit at my exposed skin, sharp and unforgiving. But I closed my window? I drifted awake, my eyes squinted, still adjusting. I woke up in my bed, alone.
Or so I thought.
A warm hand clamps over my mouth, stealing my scream before it could even form. That voice again. The one I thought I’d escaped, the one that whispered filth into my ear hours ago. I recognised it instantly.“Shh, baby. It’s me.” I froze. His palm slips away slowly and deliberately, leaving the silence louder than the scream I never made. Taehyung crouches at my bedside. Blood, fresh and dark, streaks his shirt. Scrapes cut down his jaw.
His eyes are wild with something I don’t recognize. My mind pondered on all the possibilities, I had hit him. He should’ve been badly hurt? How's he here all well and fine? “You should be dead.” I whisper. A feral grin splits his face. “You hit hard. Just not hard enough.” My heartbeat slams in my chest, pulse crashing in my ears.
“You came back to finish the job?” His grin falters. “I’m not here to finish anything,” he murmurs, closing in. “I’m here to make sure you remember.” I try to push him away, but he catches my wrists, pinning them to the mattress in one swift motion.
He leans closer, his breath warm against my skin, his nose brushing mine as the space between us disappears. “But here’s the fucked-up part,” he breathes, close enough that the words feel like a touch. “You want it.” My legs shift, and the sensation hits me like a betrayal.
I hate how ready my body feels, how it responds when I don’t want it to, how desire slips in through the cracks of fear, the heat pooling low in my stomach when every part of me is screaming that this is wrong. “You’re a killer,” I breathe. “And you’re mine.” He replied.
He crashes his mouth against mine, rough and unpolished, and for half a second I almost shove him away. But my hands betray me, fisting on his shirt, pulling him closer instead till there is no gap between our bodies. My fingers claw into his back as his hips grind down—desperate, filthy friction.
There's no room left for restraint. Whatever line I was standing on, I stepped over it myself. There’s no slowing down now. I want him to ruin me. His hand works over my body, his touch felt like home—familar and gentle, yet so desperate. He bits down on my lips, leaving it bleeding and swollen.
“Last warning baby.” His voice is ever so sweet—almost sultry. I eagerly nodd, I already belonged to him, theres nothing wrong with one last fuck, right? He undresses slowly, deliberately, as if he knows I'm watching impatiently. His shirt slips from his shoulders, his hands unhurried—moving with sharp efficiency, his gaze steady and unflinching.
It feels less like he’s removing clothes and more like he’s shedding defenses, step by step, until there’s nowhere left to look but at each other. I blush at the intimacy, looking at his muscles—although the fact that we’ve fucked multiple times before…but this time just feels different.
Nothing like the ones we had before, that didn't feel intimate like this, didn't feel so emotional like it is now. He takes his time unravelling my clothes—taking time to worship every inch of my body. His lips grazing my neck, sucking so sweetly.
Soft whimpers leave me. He was moving so painfully slow, his mouth everywhere except where I wanted him to be. “Taehyung, baby please—please.” I beg. And to my surprise—he tagged along, pulling my shorts and panties down in one go. The shine of the moon outside casts a glow on his skin.
His eyes locked on me as he unbuckled his belt with a click. Something which sent waves of wetness down me if that was possible. And when he pulled his pants and boxers down, his dick stared right back at me. Pre-cum dripping from his swollen red tip, it must’ve been painful. His bulbous tip twitches at my gaze. So ready.
His low chuckle echoes in the dark room. His tip dragged along my wet slit, lubricating itself with my juice. “Is this what you wanted?” he groans, pushing into me with one thrust, and through the pain, pleasure sparked in me. His hips move at a steady, unforgiving pace. His tip abusing my sensitive g-spot with each thrust.
“Even when you ran? Even when you were scared?” I cry out, clinging to him. My head rolls back at the pleasure. He leans down to bite on my neck, my collarbone, and every inch he can claim before it’s too late. His pace is punishing. Possessive. Like he’s imprinting his name into my body.
The sound of skin slapping, the creaking bed, my cries—it’s chaos. And underneath it all… desire. “Say it,” he growls into my ear. “Say who you belong to.” “You,” I pant. “I belong to you.”
“Fucking right you do.” The feeling of his tip against my g-spot was surreal. It left me light minded—Unable to speak or to process anything. The only thing which I could handle currently was him…barely. A sharp feeling in my stomach forces me to shut my eyes tight. I was gonna cum. “TAEE—” “Cum, cum on my dick, show me how much you enjoy this.”
My high hit me like a truck, my nails scraped his shoulder, mouth parting to moan loudly. I closed my eyes, walls closing so hard and my juices coating his cock. My vision went blurry, my breathing uneven. He follows alone with a groan, hips jerking as he spills deep inside me.
Silence follows, not the awkward one—there was nothing awkward between us. The calm, comfortable one. Just both of us gasping, catching our breath in the dark. He kisses my forehead gently. “You should’ve run farther,” he murmurs. “Not when I wanted this…” I replied.
7:02 AM — Sunrise
The cabin door rattled under the force of the search party’s knocks, but the wood only echoed back emptiness. Inside, my cabin was a wreckage of overturned suitcases and unmade sheets—a stage set for a tragedy.
By sunset, the camp was thick with the name Taehyung, whispered like a curse. They blamed the new counselor for the blood on the floorboards and the silence in my bed. They called him a monster; they called me a victim. Or worse, a casualty—I was announced missing. Just like the others.
Second person pov ;
The rumors followed you like a shadow: Kidnapped. Murdered. Corrupted. But three weeks and five states away, the terror felt like a dream someone else had.
A girl matching your description was spotted at a neon-lit gas station down south of Georgia, the humid air smelling of diesel and rain. You weren't trembling. You were leaning back in the passenger seat of a bruised black pickup, laughing at a joke whispered in the dark. Beside you, Taehyung flicked a lighter, the flame catching the edge of that familiar, crooked smile. His dark hair falling over eyes that only looked soft when they turned to you.
You weren't a girl being rescued ; you were a girl who had finally found her match.
When the stranger at the counter looked at the "Missing" poster and then at your face, his voice shook. "Is that... is that him?"
You didn't look away. You just leaned into the passenger side, your hand resting on Taehyung’s shoulder, and let out a sharp, jagged laugh. “He’s mine.”
THE END!!!
A/N : omg! I finally completed my first ever mini series, I'm so proud wtf. I hope you guys enjoyed this, i put my whole badussy into making this. Dont forget to leave your thoughts in the comments! I've got my finals going on currently so i won't be posting on tumblr or instagram until march, rip.
synopsis : One drink too many leads to a midnight halt under neon lights, where Officer Kim Taehyung’s icy resolve fails against your bratty flirting. When the handcuffs click, tension snaps into a punishing backseat lesson in resisting arrest. Amidst radio static and heavy rhythm, he abandons his badge to claim you—risking his career for one wrecked, breathless taste on the leather seats.
Genre/ Warning : Drunk driving (don't do it irl), speeding, arrest, police officer taehyung, uniform kink, power imbalance, public sex (patrol car), light bondage (handcuffs), car sex, rough sex, dirty talk, size difference, praise/degradation, mark/bite marks, breeding/ Cum kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cursing, unprofessional behavior lol, 18+ MDNI, begging overstimulation, bratty sub vibes, taehyung is literally losing his mind — he’s so far past professional it’s a joke (i regret nothing), risking it all on the police radio, taehyung is feral — i went way too deep into the back seat of that cruiser i’m so sorry (im really not).
word count : 4.2k words ( oh my god )
Divider credits | cross posted on Instagram under the username "kkthsmutz" --- I'm always active on Instagram!!
The air in the car feels too thick, and no matter how high I crank the AC, I can’t shake that fuzzy feeling behind my eyes. I’m gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles ache, trying to force the car to stay between the lines that keep wanting to slide apart. I keep telling myself I’m ‘on’, that I’m more focused than ever, but then a stop sign jumps out of the dark and I realize I’ve been staring at the dashboard for way too long.
The music is a dull thud in my ears, and for a second, I forget where I’m actually turning. Everything is a beat behind—I see the brake lights ahead of me, but there’s this weird, terrifying lag between my brain saying stop and my leg actually moving. It’s like I’m watching a movie of myself driving instead of actually doing it, and that little voice in the back of my head—the one that was laughing at the bar—is suddenly very, very quiet.
The first thing I see after turning isn't the car, it's a sudden, violent pulse of red and blue dancing across my rearview mirror. They’re so bright they feel loud, like they're thumping against the glass. My heart drops into my stomach. That "foggy" feeling I had a second ago turns into a cold, sharp spike of adrenaline that doesn't actually make me sober—it just makes me panic. The lights turn the road ahead into a dizzying light show—the whole interior of the car looks like a crime scene before I’ve even pulled over.
The worst part is the realization. You see those colors and you know the "game" is over. The lights are aggressive, and they expose everything. I’m squinting, trying to find the curb. Trapped in that rhythmic, neon glow, waiting for the siren to give that short, sharp "whoop" that tells me there’s no walking away from this.
The tires halt over the gravel, a sound that feels deafening in the suddenly quiet car. I kill the engine, and the silence that follows is heavy, broken only by my own shaky, uneven breathing. I lean my head back against the headrest and let out a long, nervous sigh, my chest tight with a mix of adrenaline and the dull ache of the alcohol in my throat. My hands are trembling so hard I have to tuck them under my thighs just to keep them still.
Then comes the heavy thud-thud of boots on the pavement.
When he reaches the window, the glow from the patrol car catches him perfectly. He’s tall, with a broad, muscular frame that seems to block out the rest of the world. He leans down, his uniform fits perfectly, and the silver badge pinned to his chest catches the light. I squint, my vision blurry but clear enough to read the name there—Kim Taehyung.
"Miss, do you know why I pulled you over?" His voice is deep—yet honey-like, that vibrates right through the glass. I roll the window down, the cool night air hitting my face, and I try to play it off. I lean a bit closer, batting my eyelashes in what I think is a charming way, hoping a little flattery might blur the lines of the night.
He doesn't flinch. He just sighs, his expression hardening as he checks his radar. "You were doing 50 in a 30 zone," he says, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. He pauses, his nose scrunching slightly as the scent of the drinks drifts out of the car. His gaze drops to my fluttering eyelids, then back to my dilated pupils.
"You're not just speeding," he says, his voice losing its softness. "You're intoxicated. Step out of the vehicle."
I shift in my seat, letting my hair fall over one shoulder as I look up at him. The red and blue lights are still pulsing, painting his sharp jawline in neon, and honestly, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. I know I’m in trouble, but the alcohol makes me feel like I’m in a rom-com instead of a traffic stop and a few minutes away from a fine or jail. I let out a soft giggle and lean my chin on my hand, resting my elbow on the window frame.
"Officer Taehyung," I purr, dragging out the syllables of his name. "Is that really what your radar says? Maybe it's just my heart racing because you walked up." I bat my lashes again, slower this time, trying to hold his gaze. My head is spinning, but I’m convinced I’m being irresistible. "I didn't realize I was going that fast... I guess I was just in a hurry to get somewhere as beautiful as you."
I reach out, my fingers hovering just an inch away from the sleeve of his uniform, tracing the air near his muscular arm. I can smell his cologne, something clean and expensive, cutting through the haze in my brain. "Do we really have to do the whole 'step out' thing? Can't we just... talk about it? I'm much better at talking."
His expression doesn't shift, but I see his grip tighten slightly on his breathalyzer. He looks down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Ma'am," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding even steadier and more serious than before. "Your eyes are glassy, your speech is slurred, and you’re currently leaning out of a vehicle you were driving dangerously. The flirting isn't going to change the breathalyzer. Now, one more time—step out of the car, or I will have to assist you out.”
I stumble out of the car, my heels hitting the gravel with a shaky thud. I don't even try to act serious. I just throw my hands up in the air like I'm at a party and let out a loud, long giggle. The world tilts a little, so I lean back against the car door, trying to look cute while I find my balance.
"Okay, okay, you caught me," I say, my voice trailing off into a playful hum. I let my eyes wander over him—from his broad chest down to the way his belt sits on his hips. "But honestly, Taehyung... you look so much better out here in the light. Is the uniform always this tight, or are you just happy to see me?"
He stays perfectly still, rooted to the spot like a statue. He doesn’t say a word, and his face stays like stone, but I see it—the way his eyes flicker for a split second and how his shoulders go completely stiff. He’s trying so hard to be the ‘serious cop’ but I can tell I’m getting to him. The air between us feels heavy, and it’s not just 36°C.
I take a tiny step closer, invading his personal space just enough to see the muscle in his jaw clench. "You're so quiet," I whisper, tilting my head and pouting my lips just a little. "Is it against the rules to tell a girl she looks pretty before you ruin her night?"
He finally moves, but only to reach for the handcuffs at his belt. The metallic clink is sharp, cutting right through my flirting. "Turn around," he says, his voice low and strained, like he's forcing himself to stay professional. "Hands behind your back. Now.”
I let out another dizzy giggle and lean forward, bending over the hood of the car with a dramatic sigh. I can feel the cool metal against my palms as I look back at him over my shoulder, a messy, playful grin on my face. "You know, everybody knows I’m a good girl, Officer," I drawl, my voice dropping into a low, suggestive tease. "Are you sure you really want to put these on me?"
“I can behave just fine without them.” I said drawing the ends of each word out. He steps closer to do his job, I don't make it easy. I shift my weight, purposefully brushing back against him, grinding as he reaches for my wrists. I can feel the heat radiating off him and the solid, unyielding line of his chest against my back. He’s so close I can hear his breathing hitch for just a fraction of a second, but he doesn't pull away.
His hands are large and firm as they grab my wrists, and he moves with a practiced, steady grip. Even with me moving against him and making every little comment I can think of, he stays focused. The metal of the handcuffs feels freezing against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his touch.
"Stay still," he mutters right by my ear. His breath tickles my neck, and for a moment, his professional mask slips just enough for me to see the tension in his jaw. He’s definitely not as unaffected as he’s pretending to be, but he still clicks the cuffs shut with a definitive snap.
"You're not acting like a 'good girl' right now," he says, his voice rougher than before as he straightens up, pulling me back from the hood. "You're acting like a liability. Let's go." He opens the back door and guides me in, his hand firm on the top of my head so I don't hit the frame—a total gentleman, even if he is arresting me. The backseat is cramped and smells like lime fresheners, but I just lean forward as much as the seatbelt and cuffs allow, pressing my chest toward the plastic partition separating us.
As he climbs into the driver’s seat and the engine hums to life, I watch the way his muscles move under that dark fabric while he steers. I can’t help myself anymore. I was drunk as fuck and he was fucking hot. "You know, Taehyung," I start, my voice dropping into a honey-sweet tone, "these cuffs are a bit tight... but I think I like the way you take charge. Makes me wonder what else you’re this firm with."
I catch his eyes in the rearview mirror. They’re narrowed, locked on the road. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, leaning my head back against the seat and looking at him through my lashes. "It’s a long drive to the station, isn't it? Such a waste to have me locked back here when I could be showing you exactly how 'bad' a good girl can get. I bet you’re even more impressive without the badge and the belt in the way."
His grip tightens on the steering wheel until his knuckles are white. He doesn't look back this time, but his voice is strained. "Be quiet," he growls, and it’s the first time he hasn't sounded like a cop. "Unless you want me to pull over and give you a real reason to keep that mouth busy, you’ll sit back and stay silent."
I let out a low, shaky laugh, leaning as far forward as the seatbelt will let me. My heart is thumping against my ribs now. "Oh, really?" I whisper, my voice sounding way more wrecked and breathy than I intended. "And what exactly are you gonna use to shut me up, Taehyung? You gonna use your hands? Or do you have something else in mind?"
I’m staring at the back of his head, watching as his ears heat up red. I can tell I’m pushing him to a breaking point. "Because I’m not really feeling like being quiet," I tease, my eyes dropping to his shoulders. "Actually, I think I’d like to see just how 'unprofessional' you can get when there aren't any witnesses around."
The silence in the car suddenly feels electric, like a wire about to snap. He doesn't say a word for a long three seconds, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead, but I see his chest rise and fall in a heavy, frustrated breath.
Suddenly, he whips the steering wheel to the left, tires screeching as he jerks the car onto dirt under the shadow of some trees. The engine is still idling, but the car is dead. He unbuckles his seatbelt with a violent click and turns around in his seat, leaning over the console so his face is just inches from mine through the gap in the partition.
His eyes aren't "professional" anymore—they’re dark, blown out, and dangerous. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?" he mutters, his voice so low it’s almost a vibration.The car door next to me swings open, and the cool night air rushes in, but I barely feel it because Taehyung is suddenly right there, looming over me. The backseat feels a hundred times smaller with him taking up all the space. I don't even flinch. I just sink back into the seat and look him up and down, a slow, messy smirk spreading across my face.
"Finally," I breathe out, my voice thick and heavy. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to stop playing hero and come back here with me." I shift my legs, letting my knees fall open a bit, my eyes locked onto his. "You look even hotter when you’re angry, you know. It’s kind of a turn-on."
I lean my head back against the seat, exposing my neck to him, my pulse jumping under my skin. "So, are you gonna keep scolding me, or are you actually gonna do something about this 'mouth' of mine? I’ve been thinking about what those hands would feel like since you first touched my wrists... and I’m pretty sure you’ve been thinking about it too."
I can feel the heat coming off him, and the way he’s looking at me—it’s not like a cop looking at a suspect anymore. It’s way more intense. I let my voice drop to a whisper, almost a dare. "Go ahead, Taehyung. Show me how you handle a girl who won't follow the rules. I promise I won't tell anyone you were bad."
The professional wall he’s been holding up doesn't just crack—it shatters. Taehyung lets out a low, guttural sound, halfway between a growl and a sigh, as he lunges forward. One of his large, warm hands hooks firmly under my jaw, tilting my head back so far I have to look him right in those dark, blown-out eyes.
"You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to shut up," he says, his voice vibrating against my lips. He doesn't wait for an answer. He crushes his mouth against mine in a kiss that’s messy, hungry, and completely opposite of his "officer" etiquette. It tastes like strawberries and the faint, sweetness of the drinks I had earlier. My cuffed hands are trapped behind my back, leaving me completely at his mercy, which only makes the heat flooding my body feel ten times more intense. I moan into his mouth, arching my back against the seat to get closer to the solid, muscular weight of him.
His other hand slides down my neck, his thumb grazing my pulse point before his fingers dig into the sensitive skin of my thigh, bunching up my skirt. The contrast of his rough, calloused palms against my skin makes my head spin faster than the alcohol ever could. He pulls back just an inch, his breathing heavy and ragged, his forehead resting against mine.
"If I do this," he mutters, his voice thick and dangerous, "there’s no going back to being a 'good girl.' I'm going to make sure you're too breathless to say another word." He shifts, his heavy frame pressing me flat against the seat, and I can feel the hard metal of his badge pressing into my chest. He starts to trail hot, biting kisses down my throat, finding that one spot that makes my toes curl. I’m completely pinned under him, feeling every bit of his strength as he abandons the rules entirely.
He groans, a low, desperate sound, as he shoves his hands under my top, his rough palms scraping over my breasts. He’s done being gentle. He fumbles with my clothes undressing me, his breathing heavy and hot against my ear, until he’s finally stripping himself down. In the dim, strobing light of the police car, his body is even more insane than I imagined—broad, wide shoulders and a chest that’s all lean, rippling muscle with scars here and there
When he finally frees himself, he’s think and heavy—the tip of his cock purple, veins following down his hard cock till the base, and I can't help but let out a shaky breath at the sight of him. He doesn't give me a second to process it before he’s back on top of me, his skin hot against mine. He uses his weight to pin me into the seat, his hands sliding under my hips to tilt me up, his fingers digging into my skin. His eyes take time to admire every inch of my body—especially at the pool between my legs. I was a mess. My wetness dripping onto the leather seat. My nipples hard at the touch of air, begging for attention. His tip rubs against me, dragging from the clit down to the hole, applying a bit pressure yet not entering.
I whine at the sensation of it—the feeling of his cocks tip press against my hole. “Please taehyu—” The thrust of his hip cuts me off. He pushes whole in one go, bottoming out. I’m a mess, my head lolling back against the window, my cuffed hands twitching behind me as he starts a rhythm that’s fast and punishing.
Every time he hits deep, I feel the strength of his thighs against mine—bare and strong. He’s biting at my shoulder, leaving marks I know won't fade for a week—marking his visit. His voice a low, filthy mumble about how much he wanted to do this the moment he saw me—fuck me like the needy bitch I was being, rearranging my guts.
His tip hits my cervix with each thrust—abusing even the deepest spot of mine. My eyes shut close as the sensation—it felt surreal. But just as my pussy clenches feeling my orgasm nearing and clawing at the seat for some kind of grip, the radio on his shoulder explodes with static.
"Unit 7, we have a situation nearby, do you copy? Taehyung, what’s your location?". He freezes, his muscles locking up like stone. He’s still deep inside me, his heart hammering against my chest, but that professional, cold reality is bleeding back in. He shuts his eyes tight, his jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle jumping, as he realizes he has to answer.
The radio crackles again, the dispatcher’s voice loud in the cramped space, but all I can focus on is the heat of him filling me. Taehyung reaches up, his large hand shaking slightly as he keys the mic.
"Unit 7," he rasps, his voice sounding like gravel. He’s trying so hard to keep that cold, professional tone, but his eyes are fixed on mine, blown out and dark with pure lust. "I'm...still on the scene. Suspect is being... uncooperative. I’ll be clear in ten."
He tries to stay perfectly still to keep his voice steady, but I won’t let him. I hook my legs around his waist as much as I can in the tight seat and start to move. I grind down onto his cock, slow and heavy, feeling every vein and the sheer, throbbing size of him stretching me out. His tip rubs against my sensitive spot ever so sweetly. I watch his face crumble—the "officer" mask slipping as I tilt my pelvis, finding the exact angle that makes him gasp.
I could feel him twitch into me as he groans. He lets go of the mic, the cord swinging as he grabs my hips with both hands, his fingers bruising my skin. He’s still supposed to be listening to the radio, but he’s lost. I’m moving faster now, my wetness making a slick, wet sound that echoes in the quiet car. I lean in, licking a stripe up his neck, my voice a filthy whisper.
"You sound so professional on the radio, Taehyung. Why don't you tell them what I'm doing to you right now?" He doesn't answer with words. He just snaps, his hips suddenly bucking upward to meet mine in a hard, desperate surge.
He stops caring about the noise or the radio or the rules. He just reaches back, clicks the radio off, and buries his face in my shoulder, his thrusts becoming deep, rhythmic, and completely unchecked. The car is rocking now, creaking under the weight of his heavy thrusts. He’s completely abandoned the radio, his hands locked onto my waist like he’s trying to snap me in half. Every time he hammers into me, I feel his thick, pulsing length hitting my back wall, stretching me so wide it’s all I can feel.
"You like this, don't you?" he growls, his voice a raw, filthy mess of a whisper against my ear. "You wanted the big, bad cop to lose it? Well, you got him. You’re taking every inch of me, you little brat." I’m a wreck, my head thrashing against the leather seat as I grind back against him, chasing that peak. "Fill me up, Taehyung," I sob out, my voice wrecked and dripping with desperate need. "I want to feel you everywhere. Don't you dare pull out. I want to be a mess for you."
His rhythm gets even more violent, his breath coming in jagged, animalistic hitches. He’s vibrating against me, his muscles trembling as he reaches his orgasm. He lets out a low, guttural roar, burying his face in my neck and biting down hard as he finally snaps. I feel the sudden, intense warmth of his cum flooding deep inside me—heavy, thick, and seemingly endless. I'm shaking, my pussy clenching around him as he pumps into me over and over, emptying himself completely.
The feeling of being filled to the brim is overwhelming, making my vision go blurry as my own orgasm crashes over me in waves. He stays buried inside for a long minute, both of us panting, the only sound the ticking of the engine and the distant, ignored static of the radio. He pulls back just a fraction, and I can feel the slick, warm mess of him starting to drip down my thighs and onto the leather seat. He looks down at the puddle of him on the seat and the way I'm shivering under him, his eyes finally clearing as the reality of what he just did.
"Look at you," he mutters, his voice dark and satisfied, tracing the wetness with a thumb. "Now you’re really going to have a hard time explaining this at the station." He pulls back, the cool air hitting where we were just pressed together, and I can't help but let out a disappointed little whimper. Taehyung doesn't say much at first; he just reaches for a pack of wipes from the front and starts cleaning me up. His touch is surprisingly soft, his large hand moving between my thighs to wipe away the slick, warm mess of him.
"Can't have you walking into a cell looking like this," he mutters, his eyes flicking up to mine with a dark, lingering heat. "The smell of me alone would give us both away." Once I'm somewhat presentable, he helps me back into the passenger seat of the squad car, leaning over me to buckle the belt. He lingers there for a second, his face inches from mine, his thumb tracing over the fresh, dark hickey he left on my collarbone.
"I'm letting you go," he whispers, his voice dropping into that dangerous tone. "Consider this your one and only warning. But I'm going to need your number... for, you know, authority purposes. I need to make sure you're 'supervised' properly from now on." I giggle, leaning in to nip at his earlobe one last time. "Oh, I’m sure I’ll need a lot of supervising, Officer."
He lets out a short laugh and pulls out his phone, watching as I type in my digits. He tucks it away with a smirk that tells me he’s already thinking about his next "patrol" at my house. The drive to my place is quiet, but the air is thick with the scent of what we just did. When he pulls up to my curb, he doesn't just let me out. He reaches over, his hand gripping the back of my neck to pull me into one last, bruising kiss that tastes like a promise.
"Get inside," he growls, his eyes roaming over my messy hair and swollen lips. "And stay off the road. I’ll be calling you once I’m off shift to finish what I started. You better be ready to be a 'good girl' for me then."
I blow him a kiss as I hop out, watching the red and blue lights fade into the distance as he drives away. I think I might start speeding a lot more often.
synopsis : At a retro 1970s summer camp, the arrival of a charming new counsellor Taehyung marks the start of a sinister summer. As campers begin to disappear, the staff insist nothing is wrong ; but you know the terrifying truth.
Genre/ Warning : 1970s slasher / horror erotica romance mini series, porn with plot, age gap, toxic obsession, psychological manipulation, gaslighting, dub-con, size kink, overstimulation, oral sex (fem receiving), clit sucking, orgasm denial, desperate praise kink, deep throat/swallowing, creampie, unprotected penetrative sex, feral rutting, rough fucking against a wall, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, objectification, authority figure Taehyung, predatory behavior, "He's the killer" trope, betrayal of trust, chasing/hunting, knife threat, physical violence, blood and bruising, barefoot running, emotional trauma, moral ambiguity, smoking and tobacco.
word count : 1.6k words ( short again)
divider credits | cross posted on Instagram under the username "kkthsmutz" --- I'm always active on Instagram!!
1:09 AM — The Woods Behind the Cabins
The night was quiet. The eerie type of silence which would’ve made even the strongest feel uneasy. I slipped out of my cabin with a flashlight clutched in one hand, heart in my throat. Rumors were flying—another camper gone, fuck even a councellor was missing now.
And people were starting to talk. "It’s gotta be someone here…” "What if it’s one of us?" "Did you see how close she is to Taehyung lately?". I hated the last part the most, it wasn’t because I knew they were watching me, but because they weren’t wrong.
I frown overhearing their conversation. It was weird hearing it from their mouths, about how close I got with Taehyung over the course of time and how people have begun to notice our chemistry and whisper about it. I continue walking, not wanting to eavesdrop their conversation more, sauntering into the woods.
My breath hitched as the shadows shifted. Suddenly, a hand snaked around my waist—another clamped over my mouth, just enough so I couldn't make any noise. I thrashed around trying to escape the sudden embrace until the familiarity of a voice made me calm down “Shh, baby. It’s me.” Taehyung. I spun around in his arms, glaring. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”. He pushed me back gently against a large sturdy wood bark, his eyes examining the dense woods. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he remarked. “It’s not safe.”
“Yeah, no kidding. People are dying.” I stated, scoffing—althought my scoff contained no bite. He looked down at me, his eyes contained glimpses of the wild, something which I always feared, something which always raised the suspicion in my mind although I never really pondered about him being the psycho snatching people. “And I’m trying to keep you alive.” I stare at him, breathless.
“Then tell me the truth. Are you the killer?”
He leaned in, pushing me further into the oak bark, his lips brushing against my cheek ever so softly that it melted all my suspicion until he spoke— “No,” He added “But I know who it is.” A gasp leaves my mouth. “You serious? Omg tell me!”.
He kept quiet, not answering my question. Instead, he pulled me deeper into the eerie woods—away from the camp, from the firelight and anything familiar.
The Old Storage Bunker — 1:27 AM
The place was abandoned. Dust drifting into the air when disturbed, metallic chains and a rusted axe on the wall. He slammed the heavy door shut, locking us in. His body pinning me against it, all shadows and temptations. “Why’d you bring me here?...” I whispered.
“Because I can’t fucking think straight when you’re around,” He muttered, pulling my shirt over my head. Ofcourse i should’ve known this was more about fucking me than actually telling me who the killer was straightaway—not that i mind it. “Because I’ve been going crazy knowing someone might touch you before I can." I couldn't help but grin and tease him “You already did, baby~” My teasing statement was cut off when his hands unhooked my bra—lips trailing down my neck and chest leaving a wet line along
“Not enough.” He dropped to his knees. And oh dear, I could practically feel my soaked panties cling onto my intimate skin. His eyes looked desperate looking up at me—removing my denim shorts. It wasn't long before his tongue dove between my thighs, fingers digging into my hips—keeping me steady.
Every flick of his tongue against my clit made my legs turn into jelly, if it weren't for him holding me up in place, I would've been on the ground. The sound of his greedy sucks on my clit bounces off the walls of the dusty environment. There was nothing I could do except moan his name repeatedly and beg him for release.
I clutched on his hair, my back arching, my hips grinding against his face as he hummed satisfied seeing me in this fucked up state just by his tongue. “Taehyung, please—” “Beg louder.” “Please taehyung—im gonna cum”. And that's when he pulled back, my release being denied.
“Why the fuck—” My breath hitched as i gulp seeing him stand up and try to undo his pants as quickly as possible. He looked so fucking dangerous and hot at the same time, my wetness all over his lower face shined as he unbuckled and undid his pants, his breath ragged but he didnt waste any time. I clench my thighs looking at the scrumptious sight of his cock—the tip was red and leaking pre-cum, the veins cascading down to the base, it was hard as a rock, promising nothing but a hard fuck.
His arms hoist me up again the wall, grinning at me teasingly as his tip pressed against my folds. “Taehyung baby ple—” He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, cutting my beg off into a sharp moan. His hips rut into me, fucking me against the heavy metal door with the kind of feral energy that said he might lose control at any second.
My moans echoed in the dark bunker—the sight was filthy, desperate and raw. His lips hovered over my mouth as I gasped his name again and again, tears swelling up in my eyes. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.” “I’m yours—fuck—i’m yours.” I whined back sobbing. It turned him on even more, how easily malleable I was, how I'd take whatever he offered me like a good girl.
He could feel his balls tighten just by looking at me—how pulchritudinous I looked in his eyes, my eyes shut tight, mouth open with only moans and gasps coming out, hot streams of tears running down my cheeks, my hair messy and all over my face. That was it. He came hard with a shuddering groan, holding me so tight that it blocked my airway. I followed along him, shaking, eyes rolled back—seeing stars.
Moments later, breathless against him, I whispered to him “Tell me. Who is it?” Taehyung gently set me down, picking up our discarded clothes—sweeping off the dust on mine. Then he turned to me, jaws clenched, eyes unsure. “…Your friend. Mia.” My blood ran cold “What?” “She’s been sneaking into the old cabins. I followed her. There’s a journal. Names. Plans.”
I shivered, taking my clothes from him. This is got to be some lame joke, out of every possible person, Mia is the person striking? The same Mia who always offered me half the packet of her marshmallow? “Why would she—” He cut me off. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “But if we don’t stop her… you might be next.
2:03 AM — The Old Storage Bunker
I sat there—sore, satisfied, and shaking—for more reasons than one. Taehyung was already dressed again, calm, lighting a cigarette like he hadn’t just taken me apart with his mouth and body. Like he hadn’t just told me Mia was the killer. My brain struggled to process. Mia? Sweet, wide-eyed Mia?
“She’s not who you think,” he said coldly. “Don’t trust her.” But something felt… off. His hand trembled slightly as he lit the cigarette. I’d seen him slice clean through rope with that same hand two days ago, steady as steel. The scar across his shoulder—how he said he got it “defending another camper”, never quite added up.
And then there was the journal. I never saw it. “Take me to the journal,” I said suddenly. His jaw tensed. “Now.” I added. Taehyung turned, and his smirk—usually sexy, wicked,something which made me wet—this time, it chilled me. “I already burned it.” I rose up slowly, eyes narrowing. “Convenient.” He stepped closer to me, towering over me, his eyes full of challenge.
“You really think I’d lie to you after last night? After everything?” I blinked. “I think you’d lie if it kept me in your bed.”
Silence.
Then, softly—like he wasn’t even hiding anymore,he said “Yeah. I would.”
2:17 AM — Running through the woods
I bolted. Shoeless. Shirt clutched in one hand. Heart in my throat. The first time I screamed Taehyung’s name, it was in pleasure. Now, it was terror. I tripped over a root, crashing to the ground. And then— “Baby…” His voice like honey cut through the dark like a blade.
“You’re really going to make me chase you after all we’ve shared?” My breath hitched as I scrambled up. “Don’t do this, Tae—please—” “But you liked the danger, didn’t you?” he purred from the shadows. “The game. The thrill. The way I made you mine.” He emerged from the trees slowly, face half-lit by moonlight. The same hand which held me so dearly claiming to protect me had a sharp knife glinting under the moonlight.
“I never lied about wanting you,” he said. “I just didn’t mention the rest.” I back up, tears burning my eyes. “Why me?” “Because you trusted me.” His smile was almost fond. “You gave me your most, your secrets.Your fucking everything… You made it easy.” Before he could even finish his words—i grab a heavy branch, swinging—CRACK.
He dropped. And I wasn't stupid enough to wait. I ran.
3:04 AM — Covered in bruises, barefoot, crying…
I made it back to camp, and the lights were on. Screams. Someone had found Liam’s body. The panic had begun. I didn’t tell anyone right away.
Not yet. Because even through my shaking sobs and bloodstained clothes… a part of me still felt the way his fingers burned into my skin. The way his mouth had devoured me like no one else. The way I moaned for a killer. And worst of all…
I wasn't sure if I wanted him dead—Or if I wanted just one more night.
A/N : FAHH i know this was short but i but all of my badussy into this, hope you enjoyed it! Dont forget to leave your thoughts about it ;)
synopsis : At a retro 1970s summer camp, the arrival of a charming new counsellor Taehyung marks the start of a sinister summer. As campers begin to disappear, the staff insist nothing is wrong ; but you know the terrifying truth.
Genre/ Warning : 1970s slasher/horror erotica romance mini series, porn with plot, Age-gap, oral sex ( fem receiving ), overstimulation, big dihh Taehyung, size kink, lots of marking, unprotected sex ( yk better ), creampie, Dub-con, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk ( i tried ), penetrative sex, praise kink, authority figure Taehyung, objectification, toxic devotion, mentions of smoking and tobacco.
word count : 1.7k words ( pretty short )
divider cred , cross posted on instagram under the name "kkthsmutz" --- i'm always active on instagram
The summer of 1976 was already hotter than hell. The kind of heat that makes your clothes drenched in sweat and every breath feel like a curse, yet me and my friends decided it was a perfect time for a summer camp. Away from the usual, the constant academic pressure and the millions of pending assignments—A little swim by the lake, paint ball fights, pulling all nighters with hushed voices and leaving with myriads of memories to remember and recall. But no one expected the disappearances.
I didn't expect him either.
Kim Taehyung, the last minute counsellor assigned to my friend group. He was well known even before the summer camp officially began—Rumours spread like wildfire that he was a replacement for the counsellor who recently quit.
But every whisper about him subsided when he walked into the lodge, He carried himself with pure confidence, tall and quiet demeanor, with a hint of mischievousness in the shallow of his eyes. Chestnut brown hair cast upon his forehead, cigarette between his lips, rolled up sleeves emphasizing his forearm muscle quite well.
I knew I was in trouble.
The first few days of the camp were a piece of cake, out of a teenager coming of age movie, if we ignored the scorching heat and lack of water as supplies were across the wood—yet it was all bearable. But what I couldn't nudge off was him. The way he handled things so gently and calmly unlike the other burnt out tired counsellors, The way his eyes roamed over my body appreciatively whenever I wore denim shorts, How he would find any excuse to talk to me, how his eyes would be on me even when the lodge was full of mess—maybe I was delusional and imagining things. But all that fell apart after the first disappearance.
2:34 am--- My cabin
I was alone in my cabin, everyone else out searching for Samantha, the girl who went missing last night. It was all a bit of a mystery, some speculating she ran away as she spoke a lot about how frustrating life was for her, some speculating she was murdered. Rain started falling, soft at first, then in heavy sheets. Thunder cracked. The lights flickered, casting a dew over the raven black sky.
And then the tranquil knock on the door echoed before opening. I jumped, but it was just him—Taehyung, soaking wet, shirt clinging to his chest, jaw tight. “You shouldn’t be alone…definetly not tonight”. His voice raspy as if he had a cigarette before coming here. I swallowed, goosebumps trailing all over my body. “Why are you here?”. He shut the door behind him. Locked it. “I couldn’t sleep…not with everything happening out there”. I gulp, seeing him walking closer, his gaze already undressing me.
I’m so cooked. I backed up, step by step, until the edge of my messy bed caught me. I noticed how his eyes drifted to my lips. The storm raged louder. My body shivered, but not from the cold. There was something in the air, desire, need. He stepped closer. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?”. I said nothing. My silence answered his question. “We shouldn’t do this,,” he growled, pressing his body against mine, his hard muscles amusing. “But right now… I don’t fucking care”.
His lips crashed onto mine, they felt eager—As if he was waiting for this moment all summer. His slender fingers grip my waist, lifting me onto the bed, my fingers simultaneously tug at his shirt, pulling it off of him in a hurry. His torso was stunning, not sculpted or muscular but built enough to make my breath hitch and my hands halt.
“Are you sure?” he whispered against my throat, teeth grazing your skin. My moan encourages him to continue. I could feel the wicked grin of his against my neck. My skin automatically heats up. Clothes vanished between flashes of lightning. He was gentle—his hands moving and exploring my body, painfully slowly. His eyes roam over my naked body admiring it, as if it was the most scrumptious thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.
His lips travelled down from my chest until halting near my abdomen before he looked up, giving me time to pull away if I didn't want this. My eager nod earned a chuckle from him as he dove in. His tongue grazed my folds, tasting my wetness. “Your’e dripping…fuck”. My hips buckle up, arching a bit as he starts eating me out leisurely. I couldn’t help but get wetter and wetter, he looked up from between my legs at my hazed face.
He nibbles gently on my clit sending shocks across my body, my thighs tighten around him, trapping him in. “loosen up angel…come on”. His messy mummer hits my ears, he must’ve realized I was going to come soon. My legs shake around him, watching him observe every expression and moan of mine. My legs shut with him in between as I come hard before falling back on the bed.
I feel the mattress beside me sink, before his protective arm pulls me back into his body, spooning me. Comfortable silence spreads the room, the storm outside gets gentler, dying down. My hands caress his hands on my stomach. “Do you think there's a killer out there?”.
I calmly ask him. Oh,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing my temple, “I know they are.” I froze, safety was unsure now. Shiver runs down my body, maybe it was from the fear that there's a killer out there…or maybe the way his hand grazes my body affectionately
8:07 pm—campire circle.
Everyone was on edge, even if they didn't show it and duct it with fake smiles. The unease was still present and thriving. Samantha was still missing. Now followed by another—Liam. He hadn't shown up ever since the past midnight search for Samantha in the woods. I had sat across taehyung on the log. His eyes are always on me, even in such situations he remained stoic in front of others.
He didn't fake laughs like the other counsellors assuring everyone that Samantha and Liam are probably bunking camp together as if anyone was buying into their pathetic excuse. My discomfort subsided as my eyes met his, his gaze sharp and piercing, his jaw tight, hands clenching and unclenching as if he was trying to keep his hand to himself after what happened between us. My thighs automatically tighten, pressing together as I felt my own body reaction. My eyes follow his movement as he gets up, passing by me but not after whispering— “tool shed. Now.”
8:17—tool shed
The air was musty with oil and old wood, the faint scent of metal and gasoline clinging to the walls. A single flickering bulb hung above. And there he was. Taehyung, sitting on a workbench, legs spread, cigarette between his fingers. Black tank top. White knuckles. Eyes that devoured my soul whole.“You came,” he said, voice rough.
I step closer to him “you called”. He stood slowly, towering over you. “Sorry I couldn't meet you in the morning, I was busy”. I hesitantly say “Like a body?”. I knew I couldn't trust anyone in such horror situations, I've watched scream plenty of times to know the lover's a suspect too. He smirked—boyish, mischievous.
“Would that scare you?”. I didn’t answer, his smirk was evident he was denying my accusation. Instead, he pushed me back against the wall with a chuckle at my silence, hands sliding up my thighs, beneath my shorts. “Because you didn’t look scared last night when you were screaming my name.”
He kissed me hard, almost angry. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he lifted me onto a shelf cluttered with tools. The danger turned me on. The way his hand found its way up my shirt—palming my chest so eagerly,thumb teasing my nipple until my head fell back in pleasure. “Taehyung—”. I whimper. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” he muttered into my neck.
“The sounds you made. The way you shook against me”. He yanked my denim shorts down, fingers diving between my legs, groaning at the heat. “Already wet for me?” he teased, smirking widely. “You’re twisted.” I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders as his fingers worked me over—slow at first, then harder, until I was grinding against his hand like you’d lose my mind.
“I need—”. He cuts me off. “I know what you need,” he growled, pulling back, letting me unbuckle his belt and take what I want. I hastily threw his clothes around the shed, not caring where it landed. He was teasing, his grin wide as he saw me lean back waiting. “So eager, aren't you, love?”. My face flushes, he wasn't a want anymore, he was a need. I gasp feeling the girth of just his tip. Massive.
“Too big, sweetheart?”— "don't worry, it'll fit”. I cried out, as he penetrated me, I held onto him for life as the sting intensified. He didn’t hold back. Not this time. His pace was fast, yet gentle like he was resisting himself to not be rough. The tools clattered off the shelves. The bulb flickered softly, casting a shadow over his face. His cock was perfect, touching places I never explored myself, hitting spots which made my toes clench. I felt him twitch inside me, his veins rubbing against me. He kissed me again, messy and raw this time. “Come with me, baby. Let it go. Right here. While no one knows who to trust.”
And I did. I shattered around him, legs trembling, vision blurring. He came right after, groaning my name like a chant, burying himself deep inside me, lips bruising my collarbone. His grip around me tightens as he pulls back to see the flustered look on my face.
We dressed up again, my legs trembling as he helped me wear my shorts. “You still didn't answer my question with words”. Taehyung looked at me. No smirk. No charm. Just that unreadable darkness in his eyes. “Would it change anything?”. I didn’t know what scared me more :
the possibility he was…
Or how badly i was already intoxicated with him.
A/N : I hope you liked this ahh! This is my first tumblr post as i only post on Instragram, and I have a lot of aspects to improve---Don't forget to give your thoughts, It would be appreciated!
