this Tae is rearing for a good job, but your dad still doesn't like him. he's pushing you a little too far. he's apologizing, not with flowers, but with long letters, handwritten and slipped into your hand when no ones watching at the office holiday party. he's there under the moonlight, throwing pebbles at your window. when you clamber down the tree, he's there, waiting. he'll tell you he has a surprise for you, and as you wander down to the emptied dock, he slips his hands into his pocket. you slip an arm through his elbow and he smiles down at you. something in him is relieved that you're the one to break the touch barrier. down at the dock, a crisp breeze comes off the water. the ships are swaying in the light tide and the moon has spilled silver across the water. he takes you into his arms, and the two of you dance to no music at all. when he twirls you and you both nearly fall into the bay, his hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you to his chest. maybe he leans you a little over the edge, before pulling you back to safety with a chuckle, a sloping grin, and a whispered: don't worry, darling. i'd never let you fall.
You looked around the nice home after spending hours decorating with Taehyung as he sends a boxy grin your way, you smile back. You both had just moved to Japan a few weeks ago and had been staying in a hotel for a majority of it waiting until all the said furniture you needed made it to the traditional Japanese home you had bought together.
Running your fingers along the beige bookshelf you had picked out.
“Love, can you come here for a moment, I need your opinion on something,” Taehyung calls from the living room, you nod setting the book you were holding into the bookshelf finally having a home instead of in a box.
Stepping into the room you see Taehyung with his back facing you but clearly upset about something with his slouched shoulders yet his chin is in his hand as he stares at the blank wall.
“Tae, what is it,” you ask as your arms work their way around is waist, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade through his shirt.
You could feel his body shiver with your affectionate touch, “I want to hang up a piece of art here but I cannot decide between my own, one I’ve bought, or something else.”
Giggling behind him you shake your head, “Tae, my love you can hang whatever but I love your art so I’d hang that or we can hang the family portrait,” you shrug resting your forehead to his broad shoulders humming as you hear small footsteps stop behind you with hushed whispers.
Glancing at Taehyung who beams looking down at you raising his brows as his eyes flick back to your two little ones.
“I don’t know, y/n what if they don’t like seeing themselves every morning?”
The footsteps of the young two move closer as one, your oldest tugs on your dress looking up at you and Taehyung, your other youngest is on the other side of you looking at Taehyung.
“What are you talking about daddy, what are you hanging up,” your youngest asks, you let go of Tae as he kneels down scooping up his son who rests on his hip a beaming smile at being lifted up so high, then resting their head on his shoulder.
Taehyung points to the wall, “do you think we should hang the family photo we took, or should daddy and mommy leave it blank until your mommy has more babies,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, you shake your head with a smile, running your fingers through your oldest son’s hair, who is resting his head against your side.
“I think we should wait till mom has more babies, then we’d be complete, it’s just us two and Yeontan plus you and mommy, daddy, “ your oldest chimes in staring at the blank wall with a head tilt.
“Or, or we could have a big big big family portrait with all our family in it, that’s an idea, daddy,” your youngest suggests gesturing with his arms spread for emphasis.
Taehyung thinks to himself for a moment nodding, “I like that idea, y/y/s/n, so we shall wait to hang a photo here.”
You nod slowly smiling, “are any of you hungry? I can make something if you are?”
“Oh no, love you should rest, we’ll just order some take out for now, we still have to set up the greenhouse tomorrow morning and I don’t think you should over work yourself, please,” his eyes glance to your bump then your eyes.
Sighing you nod, “Alright, I’ll call them, but while I’m doing that, have you boys settled in, if your daddy goes up there would he see your things put away or would he see a messy room?”
You raise your brow at them as they sheepishly mumble ears reddening.
“We’ll go finish cleaning now, mommy.”
Nodding, Tae sets your youngest on the floor, they both dash towards the stairs, you head towards the kitchen grabbing the landline calling the take out number watching Taehyung who chases after your boys up the stairs and all you hear is their giggles as you begin to speak into the receiver telling them what you’d like to order, glancing down at your baby bump, you already had a feeling on the gender but you’d never admit to Tae what you thought. After hanging up you walk to the living room sitting down looking at the blank wall, Yeontan resting his paws on your bare legs as you peek down grinning.
“Hi, Tannies,” lifting him up onto the couch your run your fingers through his fur closing your eyes as you hear your three loves upstairs enjoying themselves while you rest your eyes, Tannie curling up in your lap, falling into a slumbered state himself.
Taehyung came downstairs smiling seeing you all curled up with Tannie sleeping on the couch.
“Ah, she’s so precious.”
Taehyung makes his way to snag his camera off the desk from his quiet room, coming back taking a photo, the flash shining in your eyes as you grumble, opening an eye peeking at Taehyung whose eyes are in awe of something on his camera.
“Did you just take a photo of me sleeping, love?”
He glances at you hiding his grin behind his camera shrugging, walking towards you.
“You did, didn’t you. Ah, Tae,” lifting Yeontan off your lap gently setting him on the couch, covering your mouth to yawn, standing to stretch, your shirt rising and your bump poking from under it.
“I take photos of you because you’re beautiful even when you sleep. Even when you have my child growing inside you, you’re just always so beautiful to me.”
Your eyes prick with tears as you thumb them away before they fall as Taehyung walks closer to you, taking your hands in his, before resting them on top of your bump.
“I still cannot believe our sons just think I’m gaining weight,” he grins, laughing softly as he places a kiss to your forehead then kneeling down to place a kiss to your bump.
“I love you, y/n and our new one as well. I love our little growing family.”
“I love, no, we love you too, Taehyung all that you give to this family and more, and I’m even more in love with the simple fact that I get to spend my days growing this family with you.”
“Then let’s never stop growing our loving family, y/n.”
Smiling, you hear the door ring, as you both say in unison, “I’ll get it.”
Laughing you let Taehyung go get the door as you call your sons down for dinner. As they both come running down the stairs Taehyung brings the take out to the table setting them in the center of the table.
“Your daddy and I want to tell you some news, loves over dinner would that be okay?”
They both nod, Taehyung serves them, setting their plates in front of them as he serves himself sitting on your side to look at the boys expression as he sets the camera down angling it to record the moment.
“So I’m not fat nor gaining weight that is just my own, y/o/s/n, y/y/s/n I’m actually pregnant, you both will be having,” you angle yourself to face Taehyung as well a grin spreading across your face, “a new brother. Because it seems they’re aren’t enough boys around here,” you joke as Taehyung engulfs you in a hug, kissing your face.
“Another baby boy, I knew your cravings were the same I just wasn’t one hundred percent sure, my love. I’m so happy, are you boys happy,” he faces them as they both nod grins just like Tae’s on their faces.
“I love you all so much, you know that, until there’s another girl we will keep growing this family.”
Taehyung smirks at your nonchalant suggestion at growing a bigger family with him, then as his expression softens to one of love, and adoration at how lucky he is to be growing a loving family with you, the woman of his dreams.
genre: idol! taehyung x reader, angst with fluffy end!
word count: 968
“I cannot believe you embarrassed me like that, y/n? You know how important things like that are to my image.”
“It’s always about your image, Tae. Image this, Image that. And I’m supposed to stand behind you like a statute and take what they say about me? Is that the kind of girlfriend I should be, a hush puppy, hm?”
“You’re supposed to not say disrespectful things to people, yes they will say things you may not like but sometimes you just have to ignore it and move on, not lash out and say rude things that I will not repeat because that was disgusting that you would even say something like that.”
Rolling your eyes as you tug at the straps of your heels, throwing them down rubbing your ankles, “whatever, Taehyung. Just leave me alone for the night, if you prefer my silence to my truths then why are we even together?”
“Y/n, I just wish you wouldn’t say things like that to people you don’t even know. I’m not trying to blame you, but you really overstepped at this last one. What is with you lately you’ve been so snippy and saying things out of spite.”
You close your eyes stepping away from him, your hand quickly rubs your arm.
Maybe you were in the wrong, but you’d never admit that to Taehyung, the sounds of the house settling in on itself as you take a seat on the couch, putting your hands on your face rubbing it, releasing a deep breath.
“Well, are you just going to sit there or will you explain to me why you said those things, what’s going on? You never used to be like this, now you’re just acting out, did I do something to make you act like this?”
Of course, it always reverts back to him. It’s never a two way street with your relationship.
“Taehyung, tell me have you ever once thought about how I felt in this relationship we are in here? Because it feels like I’m taking the bullets while you get to be shielded, I wish you could at least defend me at least once. Every interview I show up to with you all the lady interviewers have a snide comment, you expect me to sit back and just take that? I have a heart too, Tae,” Your words falter on your last sentence as you frown, nibbling your lip as you see him round the couch sitting down next to you.
“Babe, but what you said was really rude, and I understand you have a heart, I do. But two wrongs don’t make a right, you know that.”
A nasty laugh escapes your mouth as tears fall from your already glossed eyes, “Taehyung, she fucking said I look hideous next to you, how in the hell am I supposed to be quiet about that, how could you just stand there and let her say those things about me and to hear her laugh after, that hurt, I wanted to cry. I wanted to hit her. So instead I just said what I said, I didn’t expect a mic to be focused on me.”
He sits there silently, frowning.
“See, it’s like you don’t care, do you even enjoy being in a relationship with me?”
“Babe. Don’t assume my silence is lack of love. I love you. I enjoy your presence. I need you, you keep me grounded. You matter more than what those interviewers say. I’m upset at your lashing out, and my lack of defending you, I just. When I’m in the spotlight it’s best I stay quiet than have all and everyone’s eyes on me. On us.”
Nodding as you scoot closer to him, he sighs his heart strings tugging on your outbreak before pulling you into him kissing the top of your hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I just I hate when people downtalk me, and say negative things about me. Especially when I am with you.”
He nods a deep breath passing his lips, rubbing your back, “I understand, babe. I apologize for taking it out on you, you come first in my book. I promise I won’t let anyone get away with making my love feel upset in her own skin. I love and adore every inch of you.”
His big hands hold your cheeks, staring into your eyes as you his, pressing his lips gently to yours. His lips falls to your chin, a giggle escapes you as his lips trail down your neck then up to your ear before blowing in it as you smack his chest, squealing rubbing your ear.
“You weirdo, I love you so much, Taehyung.”
“You better, who else would love you better than I? Hm?”
A finger begins tapping your chin as you stare at the ceiling in mock thought, as you glance at him pouting, you take his cheeks between your palms squishing them together, “Only you love me the best, babe. I don’t think anyone is this universe can show me a love a sweet as yours.”
“Kiss me,” nodding you lean in to kiss him giggling at his cheeks squished together by your palms dropping them to wrap around his neck.
“Gosh, I love you, y/n.”
“Please never leave me defenseless, please just know that I deserve respect too, and I will publicly apologize if need be.”
“Babe. You don’t need to, that interviewer will see you and I and that should be insult enough, because I want to be with you. I don’t need some top model when I have you by my side. You love me for me and I love you for you. That’s all that matters for now.”
And these were the reasons your love for Taehyung grew.
congrats on the milestone!!!!!!!!! <3 you are SO deserving of every reader :')
requesting taetae and this monstrosity I'M SORRY aojfhaskjhfaiuhfaiuwhfiuah bye i was never here
church | kth
✰ pairing: taehyung x f!reader
✰ warnings: smut (oral); reader is cheating on their husband oop; squirting; tae calls her a slut; gratuitous and extremely sacrilegious biblical references (i am not seeing the gates of heaven)
✰ word count: 0.5k
✰ note: jo is going straight to jail for this one bro I CANNOTSGLIJSDLFKJSDF. i would like to thank my 18 years of forced indoctrination in the [redacted] church for the biblical knowledge.
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It’s not unlike praying at an altar, you think, the way you’re kneeling before him.
The steady, demanding pulse between your legs grows hotter as you skate your fingernails up the back of his thighs. As you lean in close and inhale the musk on his skin and the salty tang of his precum, beading at the flushed-dark tip of his cock.
When he laughs at the sight of you worshipping him, sitting there in nothing but his white Celine shirt, the sound rolls right through you. Electrifies you, head to toe—heaven-sent lightning.
“How many drinks have you had tonight, baby?" he murmurs, watching as you spit into your hand.
“Five,” you rasp, lips teasing his cockhead, fingers slowly moving up and down his shaft. You blink up at him through the false lashes you'd so painstakingly glued on, just a few hours ago.
Just before Taehyung knocked on your front door, clad in a red leather jacket and alluring as sin. Standing right where your husband had kissed you goodbye, not forty minutes earlier.
Should have known then, you think as you take him into your mouth. Should have known that you wouldn't be able to resist temptation.
Because you've never had that power, despite your most desperate prayers. Not when it comes to Taehyung.
“Love it, don’t you,” he grunts. He tips back, bracing himself against the edge of your dresser. You hear it, the moan resting just beyond reach, catching in his throat. “Love having another man’s dick in your mouth.”
You take him deeper, running your tongue over the weight of him. Your goal is always the same: to rob him of his words. To drown his taunting in waves of pleasure, no matter how long it takes—no matter how hard your knees throb from digging into the hardwood.
“Love how dirty it all makes you feel.” You sink lower, until your nose nearly brushes the trimmed hair on his pubic bone. Relish in the way his breath hitches, in the way he grips the edge just a bit tighter, delicate fingers going white. “So bad, just for me—oh, fuck.”
There it is. You fight a triumphant smile as you bob up and down, over and over; lift a practiced hand to take care of what’s left.
“Ngh—love that he has no idea how hard you make me.”
You moan around his length then—aroused by his words, despite yourself. He chuckles, reaching down to tangle a hand in your hair. Pushes you lower, lower, until he’s brushing the very back of your throat. Has you gagging around him, tears springing to your eyes.
“Love being a little slut for me—holy fuck, I’m coming, don’t stop—“
You obey, like a good girl. Move faster, hand and hollowed cheeks working in tandem. Earn yourself the sweetest sounds—a series of moans, tenor and dulcet. As holy as a choir.
It feels like a benediction, the way he cries your name in that sweet voice; the way he spills into your mouth, hot and heavy, convulsing with pleasure. Feels like communion, the way you swallow every last drop, imagining the promises it creates.
Later, when you explode with your own pleasure, soaking the sinful fingers shoved deep in your cunt and the face buried between your thighs, you think it feels almost like baptism.
