Genre: Fluff/Strangers to Lovers/Slow Burn/Courtship/Faery AU
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Summary: Taehyung teaches YN how to collect stardust.
A/N: YN is Your Name. I know most reader inserted stories are in second person but I had this feeling I needed to write this in third person. Apologies if it sounds awkward. Hope everyone is healthy and safe.
Chapter 1
YN was bored.
She stood aimlessly in her kitchen. Migrating to her bedroom for a change of scenery, the poor thing found herself restless and uninspired. Self-isolation had never been so difficult. Seeing as there was nothing to do in her bedroom, YN sluggishly walked to her living room, dragging her feet against the plushed carpet which was cleaned twice this morning.
YN had tried reading, painting, cleaning and even cooking but soon stopped for she feared she would run out of things to do for the rest of the day. It was only 1pm of day 42.
Frankly put, she was miserably bored and was in desperate need of company.
What was the saying? Misery loves company and...boredom? That sounded about right.
Boredom was like quicksand, she mused. The moment it touched you, it was nearly impossible to shake off. You found yourself sinking and sinking and sinking, until you were sucked into the pits of boredom with no hopes of escape. Where you die of boredom.
Or, thought YN to herself, boredom was more like a vampiric spirit that attached itself to you and sucked all feelings of enjoyment in doing anything. YN didn’t want to do anything but she also didn’t want to do nothing.
And so at 1:03pm on day 42 of self-isolation, she made herself comfortable in her balcony chair outside with her pink cactus of two months sitting snugly in her lap. Her plant, baptized Cactimus on day 12 of her self-isolation journey, was her great and only companion.
Being that she was on the second floor of the apartment building and facing the woods, YN didn’t have the best or worse view. She couldn’t see the top of the trees and she couldn’t closely admire her ground floor neighbor’s garden gnomes and faery doors. The area was deserted. YN stared blankly ahead and began counting the number of squirrels to pass by the time.
Six squirrels later (was there some kind of family reunion?) YN saw her first human of the day. He was strolling leisurely, stopping on occasion to pick up a rock or a fallen leaf.
“Is he carrying a wooden bucket?” she murmured to Cactimus as she furrowed her brow.
First-human-being-of-the-day was indeed carrying a wooden bucket, similar to what children would bring to the beach.
YN scoffed, amused at the idea.
The young man had long black hair and was dressed snugly in a red cardigan and dark brown slacks. He was too far away for YN to make out his features. Barefoot and without a care in the world, he swung his wooden bucket in one hand and in the other hand…was that a toy shovel?
YN burst into laughter.
That got the man’s attention. He stilled and turned to the sound of laughter.
YN stopped laughing.
“How on earth did he hear me,” YN whispered to Cactimus. Her heart quickened when she saw him approaching.
She leaned forward, feeling equally uneasy and curious.
Upon closer inspection at the nearing figure, YN was stunned to realize how good looking the young man was. Her heart quickened for a different reason.
“Six feet!” she blurted to the approaching stranger when she saw he wasn’t going to stop. Was he planning on climbing up her balcony??
The handsome man stopped. He cocked his hip to the side, stared up at YN and smiled.
“Is this six feet? Looks more like seven,” he teased, his voice deep and low. A shiver ran up YN’s spine. The man took a giant step forward.
YN didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. She settled on frowning.
“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be social distancing,” she reprimanded, her actions betraying her words as she leaned further to get a better view of the man.
“We are social distancing. Unless you decide to jump down from your balcony. Sadly, due to the circumstances, I won’t catch you, as lovely as you are. Or should I say I shouldn’t catch you,” quipped the handsome man.
YN couldn’t stop the small smile on her face even if she tried. She would always welcome a flirty, witty man’s company. She was starved for real life conversation and compliments.
“What’s your-” hesitated YN.
“-name?” finished the young man.
Feeling shy, YN looked down at Cactimus before glancing at the stranger again.
“YN,” she said before realizing she was speaking too softly. She cleared her voice and said louder, “YN.”
“YN YN or YN? Either way, a very beautiful name,” said the young man cheekily.
How did he hear me the first time, she wondered to herself.
“Whatever you like. What about you?” YN said with a laugh, eyeing him with interest. “I’ve never seen you around.”
“You can call me Taehyung,” Taehyung answered simply.
YN nodded. A second wave of shyness hit her.
Taehyung stared intently at YN. She suddenly felt awkward – at not knowing what to say and at having a terribly handsome man standing in front of her balcony staring at her. It was odd to say the least.
YN coughed into her hand, her eyes darting before landing on his again. He was still staring.
“I’m on my way to collect stardust. Would you like to join me?” he asked slowly, as if his invitation carried great significance.
YN didn’t know what to think of such a strange request. She blinked, hoping she heard wrong. Was he a little…touched?
“Uh…I’m sorry, what?” she asked in disbelief.
Taehyung smiled to himself and shook his head to then turn and walk away. YN stared at his retreating back in bewilderment. That’s it??
A sudden urge to sneeze came to YN. She achoo-ed three times in a row. With watery eyes she looked up to see Taehyung was gone.
YN could only laugh, shaking her head.
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The sun was warmer the next day. YN was seated in her chair basking in the sun and fresh air. It was 12:55pm on day 43 of self-isolation. A long-forgotten book and iced peach drink lay beside her. In what she hoped was a languid manner, she glanced around, her eyes searching and wondering.
“Hello.”
YN startled. For the briefest of moments, she felt a puff of hot air tickling her left ear. She whipped around but found no one.
“Hello?” she called out tentatively, wondering if she’d receive a response.
A car honked in the distance.
YN sighed and grabbed her pink companion.
“I’m going crazy, aren’t I. To be fair, I’m only going crazy if I talk to no one and I hear something back,” she mused to Cactimus, lightly brushing imaginary dust off the plant.
“Hello,” said a deep, clear voice from below her balcony.
YN nearly dropped the cactus in surprise. Heart in her throat, she quickly glanced down to see Taehyung standing directly below her balcony.
“Oh hello Taehyung,” she said, a strange feeling settling on her tongue as she said his name. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it. It almost felt as if cotton candy was melting into her tongue. The sensation was gone as fast as it came.
And was it her imagination or did he shiver at the sound of her saying his name?
What an eccentric man, she thought.
“Hello YN…or is it YN YN?” said Taehyung with a smile, as he shook his hair out of his eyes.
YN responded with a smile and a shrug. She filed away the fact it was the second time Taehyung asked for her name. She would ponder about that later.
A moment passed between them as YN studied him. He was barefoot again, this time dressed in a flowered dress shirt with pink dress pants. There were so many questions YN wanted to ask. Where were his shoes? And his bucket and shovel? Why was he back?
And why was he holding a bouquet of yellow roses?
As if reading her mind, Taehyung glanced down at the bouquet in his hands. He raised the bouquet as if he had the mind to give it to her.
YN didn’t know what to do. Hesitating, she reached down to accept the roses. Just as YN was about to grasp the bouquet, it fell from Taehyung’s grip. Their hands touched. His hands were long and strong, his fingers ghosting over her wrist before cradling YN’s hand. Just as fast as it happened, he let go. Warmth blossomed in YN’s palm and chest.
A giddiness overcame her. She had the strongest urge to do something – laugh, dance, sing, cheer!
“Oh no,” he said, the faux surprise in his voice sounding ludicrous to YN’s ears.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, wanting to laugh.
“I did not,” Taehyung replied, his eyes twinkling. If she was a lesser woman she would have swooned.
“Yes you did,” insisted YN.
“You could come down and retrieve them yourself,” he suggested.
“Are they for me Taehyung?” countered YN bravely. Taehyung’s ears turned bright red.
He opened his mouth, thought twice about it, spun around and started briskly walking away. For the second time, YN stared at his retreating back. The man was near running away by the looks of it.
“Where are you going?” she spluttered. Had she scare him off?
She sighed, resting her hand on her cheek. Feeling a pinprick on her cheek, YN glanced down at her hand – the hand held by Taehyung – and saw the shiniest, brightest jeweled ring on her middle finger.
“What!” she exclaimed, not believing her eyes.
A cluster of yellow stones circled the golden band. YN brought her hand up in front of her. She had never seen anything so bright, so clear and so yellow. Suddenly remembering the fallen yellow roses, she peered below the balcony. There was nothing there. She looked up.
Taehyung was gone as well.
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A/N: Tada~! Here is my attempt at fluff and slow burn. I had horrible writer’s block for the past week and then this lovely, sweet, soft, pure story came to me out of the blue. I have a soft spot for faeries and I hope I do this story justice. I will try to keep each chapter at least 1k words. I know it’s not a lot but I’m trying to get into the habit of writing more frequently. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think <3
A/N: There it is... Two more parts people, and then off to the next fiction!!!
Pairing: Fae world BTS Park Jimin x Reader (you)
Word count: 1446 (a bit longer, as promised :D)
Warnings: smut in this chapter, violence-and-sex (someone is going to teach someone a lesson, that could end badly)+ some pussy slapping (do I make that as a warning??) anyway, don’t read if you are uncomfortable, I would prefer 16+, some swear words on the way
Description: Just the same old same old love and hate relationship between the Reader and Jimin
Y/E/C stands for your eye color
PART 18
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-No need to get all shy on me, baby, - Jimin smirked, oh man, he was glowing in pride.
You hid your face in your palms, and whispered to yourself, how you thought it was just a dream, and, damn, what an idiot you were.
-Well, that’s settled then, - you looked up to him.
-What is settled?
-You owe me two orgasms, - you heard someone make funny noises, and noticed it was the kitchen staff, your face got red, like a tomato red. – well, I got business to attend, so you enjoy breakfast, and I will see you later, when the seamstress comes.
With that he was gone, leaving you red-faced and a bit angry. Why did he make you feel like this? And then you understood. If he makes you feel like this, how about a little payback?
It was now in your knowledge, that your marriage to a Fae ruler will be a thing, and that there is no turning back, everything that comes together with that, and you’ll get your own Park Jimin as a bonus. Well, damn.
If only he knew, that you also can be a tease, and play a little bit.
Later that day, in the throne room, was laid all sorts of materials for the wedding dress. You walked in together with your new maid. She seemed nicer than Dacia, and you had met her a couple of times, when maids prepared your bath.
You smiled, you had a plan.
-Hello, I am the local tailor Mr. Yang, and I will be helping you to figure out what your perfect dress looks like, I will also need to take your measurements, so I think we should start.
You looked around, Jimin was nowhere to be seen, and you understood, that his business, is taking more of his time, than anticipated.
-These are my helpers, Monique and Shay, they will help you to chose what to wear under the dress, I will leave you to it.
Mister Yang walked out, with his hands in the air, seeming like a modern world stylist, and more so, sooo gay.
You focused on the pieces of different lace materials and corset sets, that would fit you, but didn’t seem to see anything you fancy, the doors of the throne room opened and Jimin waltzed in.
-Starting before me? – he asked, - naughty girl.
-Well, - you talked back, - if you were about to be late, could’ve said straight away… right?
-Oh, sweety, - Jimin put his hands on the small of you back, - I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you.
-But you’re not, - you looked back.
-Darling, - you looked at Jimin, damn he was serious, if looks could kill, - don’t test me, or I will make sure, you won’t wear anything under your dress at all.
-You wouldn’t dare, - you said.
-Alright, ladies, - Jimin smiled, - we won’t need you, this miss here won’t be wearing anything underneath, no garment to cover her up, and she will be dripping, even before I get her naked.
You wanted to kick him. What an ass.
-See, I told you, this is only your own fault.
Tailor walked in as soon as he heard what has happened, and so it was now his time to work with you.
-So I see, master Park has chosen, a rather, - his lips twisted, - unpleasant thing to do, but who are we to judge, right girls?
His helpers nodded. You were fuming. How could he!?
-Maybe I should go naked, huh? – you shouted, your whole attention towards Jimin, - I should just be completely naked, why cover up at all?
Jimin clenched his jaw. You were wearing his patience thinner and thinner.
-You would be happy, right? – you were red from anger, and your eyes seemed to throw daggers where ever you looked.
Mr. Yang and his ladies somehow managed to step out and give you some privacy, still listening behind closed doors.
-As if I wouldn’t already feel like a slut, - you said, - what else would you like, sir? Maybe you would want me to call you daddy?
Jimin went for you, a swift move, yanking your hair, you tried to get off his hold. Soon you were on the table, your stomach pressed against it, and Jimin swatting your bottom cheeks with his free hand.
When you tried to move, he locked you in place with his strong thighs, locking one of your legs, you screamed and shouted, but his spanks got worse and worse.
-Do. You. Understand? Or, do I need to teach you?
-Fuck off, - you screamed. The more you struggled, the more spanks you got, and tears were rolling down your cheeks.
Ten more spanks were delivered to your extra sore bottom, and you cried, whimpers flowing from your mouth.
-I want an apology, - Jimin said, when he stopped, his hold on you still in place. – I will only give you one chance, and trust me, this could’ve gone so wrong, if I wasn’t so lenient. I have been nice, patient, and then you go and ruin it.
He let you go, and you straightened yourself up, then getting on your knees and grabbing onto his leg.
-I’m sorry daddy, - you said, while biting the inside of your cheek, he won’t like it, and you were sure, to mock him.
Jimin clicked his tongue.
-That’s it, you want to play that game, ok, we’ll see how you like this. Guards? – the doors opened, and a couple of guards were there holding you, while Jimin tore your clothing to shreds.
-So, you feel like a slut? Alright, a slut you’ll be, - Jimin touched the front of his trousers, - hold her legs up.
Now it was one more guard, who helped to get your legs up, all spread open for Jimin, you saw how he unbuckled his belt, a shiver went down your spine and you gulped. He took his member in his hand, and slid the fist up and down, till it went hard, but his eyes always looking into Y/E/C ones.
His member twitched in anticipation, when he pushed it closer to your core, lubricating it with your juices. You closed your eyes. Yes, you made him angry, but he wasn’t fair either, you got scared. Of course, you knew that the sex is going to happen sooner or later, but you thought it’s going to be after you are married.
His length moved up and down your pussy lips, you bit your lip, your eyes shut. He pushed the tip inside your tightness, and felt your body convulsing around it, nearly sucking him in deeper. It seemed like the guards were used to this kind of behavior, but for you this was one- if not the most, embarrassing moment in your life.
Jimin’s member was throbbing. It was hard for him to hold back.
-Do you want it like this? – he finally spoke, and you nodded a “no”, not opening your eyes. Jimin pulled out of your tight entrance and slapped your pussy making your eyes snap open wide. Your mouth forming a – ouch?!
-Use your words, baby, - he said.
-No, - you squeaked. His hand slapped your pussy again, this time a bit harsher, and you jumped with a swear word on your lips, and then he smacked you again.
-Bad girls get their pussies spanked, yes? – you just nodded with pleading eyes. Somehow through all this embarrassment, you felt more like his whore, than you ever had. His hand delivered one more punishing slap, which sounded wet and squelchy, you were slightly turned on, your body betraying you again.
-No more, please, - you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes.
Guards put you back to your feet and Jimin was quick to dress you up in some of the garments, that were left around, and weirdly fit you perfectly. You stood quiet, not making a sound, till he dressed you in white lacey garments, beautiful, but simply made white corset with pearls attached to it, and even white stockings.
His hand held onto your waist as he pulled you close to him. Still feeling his erection through his trousers, that didn’t hide much.
-Please don’t make me angry again, - he said giving a sea of pecks to your lips, - yes?
You nodded, and his lips found yours again. The doors opened, and Mr. Yang walked back in.
-I see you figured out what you like, very nice choice, - he pointed towards you, - and now, the dress…
