☠️ Infidelity • Taboo relationship • Dubious morality • Power imbalance • Heavy romantic/sexual tension
• Reader described as curvy/thick with body-focused compliments • Emotional conflict • Toxic lust undertones
• Not suitable for minors
⛔ M I N O R S D N I | 1 8 + O N L Y
📝 Word Count: ~2.3k
Status: In Progress / Can be expanded
💄 Summary:
A Hawaiian vacation with your closest friends was supposed to be simple sun, rest, and a break from the heaviness waiting back home in Brazil. No drama. No complications. No danger.
But danger arrives in the form of a beautiful, younger stranger whose eyes find yours every time you enter a room. At the pool. At the bar. In the lobby. His gaze lingers too long, too knowingly, like he can see the parts of you that motherhood and marriage quietly smothered.
One moonlit walk becomes a confession.
One confession becomes tension.
And soon, the soft Hawaiian breeze feels heavier each time he’s near.
He shouldn’t want you.
You shouldn’t want him.
And yet, under the silver glow of the ocean, desire becomes impossible to ignore.
A vacation wasn’t supposed to change your life
but he looks at you like you’re a storm he’s been waiting to drown in.
The Hawaiian sun kissed your skin like it had been waiting for you all year. You stood at the edge of the turquoise water, toes sinking into the warm sand, the resort’s private beach stretching out behind you. Two weeks of freedom. No screaming kids, no endless chores, no husband’s tired sighs. Just you, your girlies, and the kind of peace you hadn’t felt since before motherhood.
Your body was soft and full wide hips, thick thighs, heavy breasts barely contained by the pink bikini top you’d adjusted a dozen times already. The matching sarong was tied low on your waist, accentuating the curve of your belly and the generous swell of your ass. Brazilian curves didn’t hide easily, and you’d stopped trying years ago.
You felt his gaze before you saw him.
He was walking along the shore with a group of friends, tall and lean, dark hair tousled by the breeze. Even from a distance you could see the sharp line of his jaw, the way his unbuttoned floral shirt fluttered open over a toned chest and defined abs. When his eyes met yours, the corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, dangerous smirk. He didn’t look away. Neither did you at first.
Your friend Rhea nudged you with her elbow. “Girl… that man has been eye-fucking you since breakfast yesterday.”
“Rhea!” you hissed, heat flooding your cheeks.
“What? I’m just saying. He’s fine as hell. And the way he looks at you? Whew.”
You laughed it off, splashing water at her and turning your back to the group. But you felt it the heated, flirty gaze trailing down your back, over the curve of your ass, and lower.
Later that evening, the moon hung low and silver over the ocean. Your friends had gone to the bar for neon cocktails and gossip. You stayed behind, needing air. The beach was quieter now, waves whispering against the shore. You walked slowly, letting the cool water lap at your ankles.
Then he was there.
He approached with that same easy confidence, hands in the pockets of his black shorts, shirt open and fluttering. Up close he was even more devastating deep voice, warm eyes, and a smile that felt like sin.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, falling into step beside you. His accent was smooth, lightly accented.
You shrugged, suddenly shy under his stare. “Needed some quiet. You?”
“Same.” He glanced at you sideways. “I’m Taehyung. From Korea.”
“Y/N,” you replied. “Brazilian. Here with my friends… trying to remember what it feels like to breathe .”
He chuckled, low and deep. The sound went straight between your legs.
The conversation started innocent enough. Sunrise colors painted the sky as you walked. He complimented the resort, the water, then without shame your body.
“Your curves are… dangerous,” he murmured, eyes dropping openly to your chest, then your hips. “I like curvy girls. A lot. You’re exactly my type, Y/N.”
You laughed, trying to play it cool. “That’s what every playboy says when he wants something.”
He stopped walking. So did you. The space between you shrank.
“Maybe I do want something,” he said softly, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your waist, tracing the knot of your sarong. “But I don’t lie about what I see.”
The flirting turned touchy fast. His hand lingered on your lower back. Yours found his chest warm, firm. When he leaned in, you didn’t pull away. His lips tasted like salt and temptation.
It happened almost too easily.
One moment you were kissing under the fading moonlight, the next he had you pressed against a cluster of rocks shielded from the main beach. Your bikini top was tugged down, heavy breasts spilling free. Taehyung groaned at the sight, hands cupping and squeezing them reverently.
“Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, voice rough. “So pretty. So full.”
You dropped to your knees in the soft sand without thinking, fingers working his shorts open. His cock sprang free thick, veiny, the flushed pink tip already glistening. You wrapped your plump lips around him and took him deep.
Taehyung’s hand tangled in your dark hair, hips twitching. “That’s it… good girl. Suck it just like that—ah, fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”
You gagged softly as he hit the back of your throat, eyes watering, but you didn’t stop. The wet, obscene sounds mixed with the waves. As you bobbed your head faster, drooling messily down his thick shaft, he groaned deeply and switched to Portuguese.
“Que boca gostosa pra caralho…” he praised, voice low and rough. (“What a fucking delicious mouth…”)
You pulled off for a breath, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length. A breathless giggle escaped you, cheeks burning with surprise and arousal. “You know how to speak Brazilian?” you asked, still stroking him slowly with your hand.
Taehyung smirked down at you, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he switched back to English. “A bit, baby. Enough to tell you how fucking perfect these Brazilian lips feel wrapped around my cock. Now be a good girl and keep sucking.”
You giggled again, the sound light and giddy despite the filthy situation, before wrapping your plump lips back around him and taking him even deeper, throat convulsing as you gagged wetly. He praised you in that smooth, filthy voice mixing English and telling you how perfect your heavy tits looked bouncing with every bob of your head, how he’d been hard for days just watching you walk around the resort, how your husband could never make you feel like this.
You gagged softly as he hit the back of your throat, eyes watering, but you didn’t stop. The wet, obscene gluck gluck gluck sounds echoed loudly as he started fucking your mouth in earnest, hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper down your throat with each thrust. Drool spilled messily from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your bouncing tits as he used your face.
He pulled you up suddenly, spinning you around and bending you slightly over a smooth rock. Your bikini bottoms were shoved aside , spitting on his hand rubbing on your exposed pussy , One thrust and he buried himself inside your soaked pussy.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, gripping your wide hips. “So tight… so wet for me already.”
You moaned loudly, pushing back against him. He fucked you hard and deep, one hand reaching around to rub your clit while the other kneaded your breast. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you.
“Right there—please, don’t stop—” you gasped.
“Here?” He angled his hips and slammed into your g-spot repeatedly. “Here, baby? You’re squeezing me so fucking good.”
Your orgasm crashed over you without warning. You squirted around his cock, thighs shaking, crying out into the night air. Taehyung followed moments later, pulling out and stroking himself until thick ropes of cum painted your face and chest in long, warm stripes. You looked up at him, lips parted, breathing hard covered in him.
He helped you clean up with his shirt, kissing you softly afterward like he hadn’t just ruined you for anyone else.
The next morning your vacation ended. You left Hawaii without saying goodbye.
A month later you were back in Brazil, standing in your kitchen wiping down counters when your daughter screamed from the living room.
“Mom! Mom, come here!”
You walked in, drying your hands. She was bouncing on the couch, phone in hand.
“My favorite band is coming to Brazil! Look—there’s my bias doing the announcement!”
You leaned over her shoulder. The screen showed a familiar face sharp jaw, intense eyes, that same devastating smile.
The same guy.
Kim Taehyung.
Your stomach dropped.
“That’s him,” your daughter squealed. “The one I always talk about! He’s so hot, right?”
You could only stare, heart hammering. The man who had fucked you senseless on a moonlit Hawaiian beach was an international superstar. And your daughter’s idol.
Heat flooded your face embarrassment, guilt, and something dangerously close to want all over again.
You excused yourself quickly, locking yourself in the bathroom. Leaning against the door, you closed your eyes and remembered the weight of his cock on your tongue, the way he’d groaned your name, the feeling of his cum drying on your skin.
You were married. A mother. Supposed to be responsible.
But God… you could still feel his heated gaze everywhere on your body.
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summary | your boyfriend, kim taehyung, suffers from a secret; anger issues. He’s unable to control them, and you never know when you might become the victim of his blows.
It had happened again. You groaned, looking up at the bright light that luminated your face, shielding your face with one hand.
"Mrs. Kim? Are you awake now?" You looked over to see a man in a lab coat, shining a flashlight in your face while anxiously looking at you.
"Dr. Heo," you sighed, rubbing your temples as you sat up. "What happened?"
Dr. Heo was your doctor at a local hospital. As you got injured quite frequently, he knew you very well and was kind enough not to go spilling the tea that you were being abused by your own husband.
Kim Taehyung was the sweetest, kindest person you knew. And you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn't a bad person; he was kind. He donated to charity, loved to play with kids, and healed people just by being near them. Everyone loved him. But nobody knew the dark side of your married life.
Taehyung had anger issues. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. He was just born with a mental disorder that caused him to completely go out of his senses when he got angry. As much as he wanted to fix it, it was near impossible. He'd tried therapy, social distancing, and calming methods, but there were always times when he couldn't control himself. You wanted to help him, but being the person there for him sometimes meant that you were the victim.
The first time Taehyung had ever hurt you was when he slipped and fell down the stairs. He had an important award show that week, and he'd been practicing so hard for it. He was so excited that he'd rattled on and on about how amazing the performance was going to be. He bruised a spot near his tailbone, but at the time, all you could think about was how funny it was when he was grabbing his butt after bouncing down each step. It didn't ever occur to you that he could be in pain, so much pain that he had trouble performing. But that was the first thing he thought of.
"Why are you laughing?" He yelled at you, and it really startled you. He wasn't the type to ever yell. He stood up, limping, a murderous look in his eyes. "I have the most important performance to perform in three days, y/n. Three days! I've just told you how important that show is, but here you are laughing your a** off when I might destroy the entire show!" He screamed at you, and threw a vase at the floor. It shattered everywhere.
"Tae, stop," you muttered quietly, backing away from him. You were scared. So scared. As a child, you'd witnessed abuse between your mother and your father, so this wasn't something new to you. However, it was the first time YOU were being abused, and this wasn't something that you'd experienced.
"Stop? STOP? How am I supposed to stop myself from ruining the performance we've worked months on! Do you see me, y/n? This body is made to entertain people. I can't do that if I'm broken!" He roared, and shoved you to the ground. You let out a scream as your hands pierced the glass that had broken behind you, and watched, horrified, as blood oozed between your fingers.
"No... y/n." Taehyung rushed over to you, but you held up a hand. He stopped right where he was and watched as you began to sob, putting your head in your hands.
"You pushed me. You pushed me." You said, crying. All he could do was sit there blankly, trying his best not to cry with you.
The second time was much worse than the first. Taehyung had gotten mad at you for saving your ex's number on the back of your phone. It had been over a year, really, since you'd met your ex, and you'd honestly forgotten it was even there. But the consequences were extreme. He left the house immediately, a storm thundering down the apartment stairs. Hastily, you'd gone after him to apologize and explain what had really happened, but all he could see was anger. Without even thinking, he shoved you down the stairs. You had to get nine stitches in order to close up the wound on your forehead.
The worst part? It was always when Taehyung came up to you, crying, after the fight. He'd apologize over and over again and said that it was his mistake. He'd do such good things that it made it impossible to imagine how such a kind person could be such a monster.
This time was probably the worst accident that could've happened. You were four weeks pregnant, and he knew it. He'd been extra careful around you and had even decided to move out of the apartment so that he wouldn't hurt you. However, one late night, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to see a drunk Taehyung standing there, furious.
"How could you do this?" He sighed angrily. "How could you spend almost a thousand dollars on clothing? And with my bank account too? You have your own money that you earned. I have mine. Why can't you see? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GOLD DIGGER?" He screamed the last part and punched you in the face. You curled up defensively on the floor immediately, muffling whimpers as he kicked you across your back and legs. Fortunately, you were able to protect your stomach, but you were at risk even as he left. You felt so much blood pouring out of you. You quickly dialed the hospital and they came just in time, leading you to be here.
Dr. Heo sighed and sat down across from you. "We were able to save the baby. It was at risk of dying, but your stomach seemed unscathed, so there wasn't a mark that could lead to further issues." He raised his eyebrows. "However, this isn't just the baby we're talking about. It's you. This is your body. You are the mother, and you must provide a safe environment for your child to live in. As of now, even though the baby isn't born yet, it's not in a safe place and it's life cannot be guaranteed. Neither can yours. Your body is the baby's home. And after the baby starts it's life, can you promise it a home filled with love and care? No. You can't. I suggest that your husband move out so that you can live in peace."
You looked at your feet silently as he talked. "Taehyung did move out. And I learned my lesson. I'm not going to open the door randomly for him. We've already talked about this."
Dr. Heo shook his head. "No, I mean permanently. Somewhere away, so that you won't be hurt. Forever."
You shook your head, crying. Of course, you'd thought about this a hundred times. You knew it was selfish of you to want to stay with Taehyung though it couldn't guarantee the baby's safety. But you didn't want to leave him. You loved him.
Dr. Heo sighed again. "Y/n, I've met Taehyung before. He cares about you so much and I can tell that you love him too. However, just because he's a good person doesn't mean he can't do bad things. If he really loves you enough, he will never allow you to stay with him, no matter how much you want to be with each other."
He left, letting you stay there in the hospital bed, crying and considering what might be the best future for you and your family.
Time Skip: Back from the Hospital
You'd called Taehyung a few hours ago, and he was coming to your apartment after work. You'd already made up your mind and knew what to tell him. In a way, you knew that Taehyung knew too. It was time to say goodbye.
A knock at your door startled you, and you hurriedly limped forward to open the door for him.
"y/n..." Taehyung whispered tearfully as he saw your bruised body. He faltered, opening his arms for you, but pushed them away so that you wouldn't be hurt.
You smiled sadly. "We both know what's coming, Taehyung." You said quietly. He knew what you were talking about, but immediately shook his head no.
"I can't, y/n. I promise I'll be the better guy. I won't-"
"Won't what? Hurt me?" You asked in a quivering voice. "How do you know that?"
Taehyung shook his body as he sobbed silently. You held back tears. "Taehyung, imagine this. Imagine this baby, your child, comes up to you one day. Sixteen years later, twenty years later, who knows? Imagine she says, 'Daddy, I didn't mean to laugh at my boyfriend, but I did. He was hurt, and I realized I was wrong, but he got angry and shoved me into glass. But he says he won't do it again. I can still be with him, right?'"
"Stop," Taehyung cried out.
You started to cry out loud. "Imagine your daughter comes home another day and tells you, 'Daddy, I tried to explain to my boyfriend that I wasn't cheating on him, but he accused me and pushed me down the stairs. I got nine stitches, but he promises he'll keep me safe. I can still stay with him, right?'"
Taehyung fell to his knees, tears streaming down both of your faces.
"Imagine this," you whispered quietly after a while. "Imagine your daughter saying, 'Daddy, I begged my husband not to hurt me and my baby, but he did. My baby and I almost died because of him. But he promises to be the better man and won't do it again. I can still stay with him, right?'" You and Taehyung sat there silently, crying, until finally, you spoke up. "Imagine that. Imagine everything I just told you as though it were happening right now. What would be your answer?"
Taehyung shook his head, sniffling, and lifted his face to show red, puffy eyes. "I would beg her." He said quietly. "I would beg her to leave him, even if he loves her and she loves him. Because I know that even though she thinks it's good for her, he's got anger issues. And that can't be fixed."
-pairing: taehyung x reader
-genre / warnings: fluff, mentions of emotional abuse, angst, future smut
-words: 1,470
Summary: You hated that he knew that he knew your weakness. Cream puffs.
Note: My first fic ever I hope you guys enjoy :)
Your A.C decided to give up on you in one of the hottest summers you’ve ever experienced. You took it as a sign that you should probably get out of the house instead of drawing all day.
Paying someone to fix your A.C was out of the question since you couldn’t even afford that with your dry bank account. You blame it on art school. Your art commissions only barely managing to pay off your bills. Also, the small allowance that your parents gave you every other week were quickly wiped out from buying food. That money didn’t even last since you had to pay for spare supplies for school.
You could manage not being able to eat properly or a toilet that doesn’t flush properly-
But you can’t bare living in a oven for the whole summer. You needed to find some plans to get out of the house.
So when you receive a random text out of nowhere from your estranged childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung, you actually consider forgiving him for ignoring you for some chick and ask him to make plans with you.
But luckily for your pride, he asks first.
A notification pops up with a ding on your phone:
“Hey, I’m in town and just wanted to know if you want to meet up”
You hesitate before you even open up the notification on your phone. A couple of minutes later another ding.
“Cream puffs and iced tea? My treat”.
Your tongue salivates at the thought of the cream and the iced tea. You knew he was using your favorite treats to bait you and with the predicament you are in , you can’t find yourself to care anymore.
“Sure is now fine?”.
You curse at yourself silently, knowing how desperate your text sounds.
Ding.
“I’m already here”.
You roll your eyes at the text and grab your bag before you make your way out of you house
…
A familiar scent welcomes you as you enter. Baked pastries and tea brewing quickly lifting your mood as you walk in further. You immediately feel better and for a minute, forget about all the stress. You almost even forget about why you were mad at Tae.
But it all comes back to you as you immediately spot him across the cafe, his signature boxy smile making it easy for you.
He’s motions for you to come over to his table and you notice your favorite iced tea and cream puffs already laid in front of him like a trap.
As you make your way over, you eye his smile suspiciously. He was unusually more smiley from the last time you saw him. Your gut feeling telling you it was because he was nervous. 10 years of friendship can make you beat a lie detector when it comes to him.
He fumbles with a napkin and waits as you sit in front of him. He opens his mouth to say something but stops in awe as you quickly begin to scarf down the cream puffs in front of you.
You can’t help it, it’s been so long since you had it.
He sits there awkwardly and plays with his sleeves and waits patiently.
Once you finish your cream puffs you glance up at him, signaling him to speak.
“I want to apologize.”
You stare blankly at him and go for the iced tea next.
“For what?”
“C/mon (y/n), you know why. Don’t let me say it, I know I’m terrible”
“Yeah terrible for ignoring me for eight months and refusing to answer my calls”
He groans in exasperation and scratches his scalp, his blonde locks getting tangled in the process.
You notice his new hair and decided to push his buttons.
“Did your new girl suddenly influenced you into this whole new look”.
“What do you mean new look? I chose this-“ he says unusually defensively, but then shakes his head.
“and for a matter of fact- we aren’t together anymore”.
“Ahh, so you’re having that sort of crisis”.
“Crisis?”
“You know when girls cut their hair after a bad life experience or something- but in your case, a breakup“
He sighs and slumps in his chair
“Breakup aside, I’m really sorry. It was a douchebag move of me to do that to you”
You nod. “It really was Tae. I mean, I know to give you space in your relationships , so I’m used to you disappearing for a while and focusing on your flings-“
You stare down at your iced tea.
“-And when you told me that this girl was special too. I understood that you’d have your full attention on her. But I didn’t expect that you would just drop me all at once completely without any notice for eight whole months-“
You catch yourself rambling and stop. You wait as he stares down at the napkin in his hand, avoiding your gaze.
For what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke, “Believe me I know. She was toxic and hardly even let me see my parents too”.
You glance up from your tea. You realize why you’ve been constantly bombarded by phone calls from Tae’s parents.
It wasn’t that Tae was being Tae, but because of her.
“Oh”.
You start to see tears welling up in his eyes. At that moment you being to realize the reason for his change in his outfit and hair.
You think back to before he started ignoring you and was just freshly dating her.
He’s mentioned:
“She picked out these clothes”, or “She decided on my hair”.
and , “She decided my new major, so I figured why not!”
Before, you just wrote it off as him being lovey dovey- but you start to realize how much this girl impacted Tae to the point of manipulating him.
It all starts to come in full circle.
He comes back all of a sudden from the place that she decided that they should live, and the new style he comes back with was just his way of trying to get rid of any influence of her.
You don’t know what to say at the point as he rubs his tears away with his sleeve and tries to sit up in his chair to collect himself.
“That bad huh?” you say as you reach over to hold his hand to comfort him- but he pulls away suddenly, as if your hand was a mouse trap that was seconds away from snapping on him.
“I’m sorry-“ he says as he places his palm back. How many times is he going to apologize.
You shake your head quickly before the last syllable leaves his mouth. “It’s fine.” You then pull your gaze away from him and sip on your tea nervously, buying some time to think of what to say and what to do. You could hardly believe that your best friend was being emotionally abused and you didn’t even know. You didn’t even think that maybe he was suffering too in those eight months. You felt selfish for not pushing further and questioning his strange behavior.
“She fucked me up, (y/n)” he said with a dull chuckle.
“I let her and now I don’t even know who I am anymore or if my choices are because of her.” He continued as he crumpled of the napkin in his hands.
You sat there and struggle to say something. You’ve never been in a relationship and you were angry at yourself for not knowing what to say.
You always assumed that your best friend knew what to do. He never needed help, he was always the one you could lean on-
And now that he needs someone you feel like you can’t even comfort him with the lack of experience you have in this. You tried to settle on holding his hand to comfort him but seeing that he avoided it; your options were limited.
“I’m so sorry” was all you could say.
He nods and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“It’s okay”.
Minutes later in dead silence he finally speaks.
“I got to go-“ he says as he begins to stand. Panic begins to override you and you’re afraid that he’ll ignore you again and keep it all to himself again.
So you stand up from your chair before he reaches the door and yell his name.
Patrons in the cafe turn to look at you and you bashfully smile in embarrassment. The cafe goes silent and you take advantage of this to say in a much quieter tone.
“Can we get cream puffs again?”
He nods with a smile and you know for sure it’s genuine.
"So, are you going to finally tell Rich how you feel?" Kiana asked once Jasmine pulled into the massive driveway where multiple cars were already parked. Just from the flashiness alone, anyone could tell which cars belong to who. The Moore family were infamously known for their wealth, living in the biggest mansion on the whole street.
"Honestly, I thought about it but you know he only seems to have eyes for Tonya. I mean you've seen the way he looks at her." Jasmine mumbled lowly, cutting the engine to her jeep. By now the snow has stopped falling, leaving the roads sleek.
Kiana glanced at her, giving her a sad smile. She knew how much Jazz liked Rich, the crush for him going all the way back to their freshman year of college. In the beginning, Kiana was hesitant towards him, judging him because of his wealth. Like most, she assumed he was another spoiled rich brat that felt entitled to everything but he, of course, he proved her wrong.
While he was a bit too cocky for Kiana's liking, he always treated everyone around them in a respectable manner. It was his mannerisms that really made her accept him in the end.
"But do you see the way he looks at you though Jazz?" Kiana didn't know whether she was oblivious or simply ignored Rich's googly eyes, and long stares whenever he was around her. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he had some type of feelings for her.
Jasmine chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "I doubt he sees me in that way. If he does, why not just make his move already?" She protested, pulling down the visor to check her make up one last time.
"Probably because he isn't a mind reader." Kiana sassed back, knowing Jazz only said that as an excuse.
Waving her off, Jasmine gathered her things, silently telling Kiana that the conversation was over with. Zipping up her jacket she pocketed her keys and exited the jeep only to pause to look at Kiana who still had her seatbelt on. "Are you coming or not?" She asked with an irritated laced tone.
Smiling at her friend playfully, Kiana unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out as the freezing temperature smacked her in the face. She followed behind Jazz who led the way up the few steps, stopping in front of two huge double glass doors. No matter the number of times Kiana has been here, she still can't get over how magnificent this house was.
It only took a few seconds for someone to answer, that person being Rich of course. "You two always manage to be the last ones to show up to our little gatherings." He joked, pulling them both in for a quick hug. Stepping aside, he let them in and locked the door behind them.
"Y'all at least saved some food though right?" Kiana asked, rubbing her empty stomach. She wasn't joking at that being the only reason she came here.
Rich laughed, throwing his arm over Jasmine's shoulder who went stiff for a second from his surprised gesture. "You know I got you, even ordered those finger sandwiches you like so much." His smile was bright and contagious as she grinned at him and turned straight towards the kitchen area only to be snatched back by Jasmine.
Kiana gave her a "what" look. "We have to say hi to our friends first." She insisted, trying her best to seem relaxed in the arms of the man she wanted to call her own. Kiana rolled her eyes but agreed as the three made their way towards the living room area where everyone was waiting, talking amongst themselves. The smell of marijuana hit her nose immediately, making her scrunch up her face at the smell.
Her eyes began to scan the many faces, recognizing a few from campus only to abruptly stop when she landed on him. The hairs on the back of her neck seemed to stand as she became stuck in place, eyeing the same guy from the coffee shop earlier. He stood in a small group of people drinking from a red plastic cup while occasionally nodding his head to whatever was being said. She appreciated how handsome he looked in his black button up cargo jacket with a grey knit sweater underneath and a pair of dark wash skinny jeans finished off with boots on his feet.
".....ana?!" Jumping slightly at the voice in her right ear, she tore her gaze from the mystery man and saw Jazz giving her a curious look with a small pout on her plump lips.
"Yeah?" Being so caught up in her blunt fixation of a stranger, she completely forgot about the couple standing next to her.
Jazz shook her head wondering where mind went to in the last 30 seconds of calling her name. "I said Rich wants to discuss something with me privately, will you be good on your own for a while?" She asked with a hint of attitude in her voice making Kiana roll her eyes internally.
Will she be fine on her own, the fuck she thought she was, five? "Yeah, I was thinking of relaxing in the hot tub for a while before all the fun begins anyways." She answered putting emphasize on the word fun, hoping they would catch her drift. The last thing she wanted to be was in the heated water with a bunch of drunken and hormonal adults being too touchy for her liking.
"Cool, just go through those double doors and straight down the pathway you'll find the hot tub," Rich instructed, pointing towards the right direction. Without another word, Kiana nodded her head and walked off towards that direction, needing to get some fresh air and away from Jazz's mood swings.
Her body shivered as she walked the small pathway, spotting the large gazebo-like structure where the clearly customized hot tube sat underneath it. She could only imagine how much Rich's parents spent on the beautifully and conveniently designed space. Stepping inside, she looked over the huge space taking in the dark blue cushioned couch in the corner and the average sized fridge next to it. The hot tub itself looked as though it could fit about a good 15 plus people in it comfortably and much to her liking was currently empty.
Stripping out of her clothes to reveal a white lace-up halter style one piece, she placed her things on the couch neatly, tucking her phone in the middle for safe keeping. Adjusting the temperature to her liking, she slowly stepped into the hot water that instantly warmed up her cold skin.
It was quiet for the most part, the faint sound of music coming from the house could be heard as Kiana relaxed against one of the jets. Her mind wandered to Jasmine, hoping that Rich will finally man up and tell her how he feels. She didn't know how much of her friend's catty ways she could take. If she didn't know any better, she would assume that Jazz was dick deprived which would explain her bipolar ways.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back becoming completely clueless to the other presence inside of the gazebo. She didn't realize that someone else was there until she heard the sound of them moving in the hot tub. Opening one eye her breath hitched when it landed on the mystery man who sat directly across from her, resting his arms on top of the tub. He had his attention on the skylights that gave a perfect view of the night's sky.
Why was he so fine? She thought to herself, watching him as if he was some form of art at an exhibit which to her, he might as well be. His face was so perfect.
"You have a thing for staring don't you?" Kiana raised an eyebrow, surprised that he even noticed but then again she was sure he could feel her weird ass bluntly staring a hole into his face.
"Huh?" She mumbled, avoiding his gaze, pretending like she had no clue what he was talking about. This wasn't like her at all. Yes, she's eyed men she found attractive but never has she ever looked at one the way she has him.
It was quiet between the two as he stared at her, making her feel kind of uneasy. His face literally held no type of emotion and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Still not sleeping well?" He questioned, making the observation from the light but visible bags under her eyes.
Kiana raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Do I know you?" What did he mean by still?
"Something like that." He answered casually, his gaze never leaving her own. The fact that she couldn't read him put her on edge but her curiosity of who he was to her sparked her interest even more.
She shook her head slightly. "Nah, I'm sure I'd remember a face like yours." He did seem familiar to her but even so, she just could not place him.
"People change but none of that matters right now." He stated, moving closer to her side of the hot tub. She followed his movements until he stood in front of her, causing her to look up at his towering figure. "I could help you." He offered, rubbing a wet thumb over her bottom lip.
"Help with what?" She asked confusedly, liking his touch a little too much.
"Relax." He revealed, grabbing ahold of her hips to pick her up and sitting her on top of the hot tub. His movements were quick, catching her off guard completely. She moved to push him away but he deflected her hands easily. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"I don't even know you." She shot back, not knowing or understanding his motives.
He rolled his eyes. "We've already established that you do Kiana." She watched his hands slowly slide up her thighs, squeezing the thick flesh. He watched her closely as her pupils dilated by his simple movements. Ever since he came back from Korea, Tae had one thing on his mind and that was her. Although originally here for business, he refused to pass up the opportunity to see how much she has grown with his own eyes. The pictures he receives did little justice to seeing her up close.
It has been almost eleven years since they last saw each other and as expected she had no clue who was. Which for her sake was a good thing.
She went to ask him another question but he quickly shut that down. "What I want to hear from you is not talking, now let me help you relax." Leaving no room for debate, she silently nodded her head, (stupidly) allowing him to do what he pleased.
Without another word, Tae leaned in and attached his lips to her neck sucking her skin harshly. Kiana hissed out a low groan, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure. He made sure that his mark was left on her for the world to see that she belonged to someone. The flick of his tongue over her heated flesh sent tingles up her spine causing her hands to grab ahold of his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He stood between her legs, lightly tugging on the ends of her hair. "If I had known I'd get you this easy, I would have shown up a long time ago." His deep voice rasped near her ear, tugging on her earlobe. Maybe it was her wild attraction towards him or the fact that he seemed so familiar she let his words go. There was something off about him but at the moment she could care less.
Her eyes closed once his fingers brushed up against her covered heat. Moving it to the side, he slid his finger over her slit, smiling against her neck at how wet she became in so little time. Kiana moaned out as he played with her clit, moving her hips to match his movements. He knew ever since they were younger how much of a freak she would turn out to be.
It was always the quiet ones.
When she felt two of his fingers enter her, she choked on her words, throwing her head back in ecstasy. It has been so long since she last let anyone touch her in that way, and of course he knew that. Kiana was never the type to sleep around so he had a very high appreciation of how tight she was for him. Her walls clamped around his fingers, pulling them in even more. He made sure his movements were steady but sadly his time was limited so he couldn't enjoy it like he wanted.
Adding his thumb to put pressure on her clit once more, he could feel her legs start to shake and her moans increase in volume. He wanted to hear her scream in other ways too.
"Kiana...." He whispered lowly, gripping the back of her head and pulled her face closer to his. She looked at him, her breathing harshly as she grew closer to her peak. "Taehyung, remember that name."
Barely giving her time to respond, he speeds up, kissing her deeply while her body shook. Her nails digging into his back, needing something to hold onto from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over her. She kissed him back, allowing his tongue to slip inside of her mouth, finally giving her a chance to see what he tasted like just as a funny sensation clouded her mind.
"What th-...." She barely mumbled, her head falling against his shoulder and her body going limp in his arms.
Tae slowly removed his fingers from inside her and happily locked away her juices. "Took you long enough."
Looking up, his dark eyes found his best friend leaning against the entrance of the gazebo with a playful smirk on his face. "How does she taste?"
"Like cherries." He answered truthfully, giving his fingers one last lick before picking up Kiana and carrying her to the couch. "How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough. You didn't have to knock her out you know?"
"It was for the best, plus I told her I'd help her relax, so I did," Tae explained, drying her off as much as possible, placing her clothes back on carefully.
"Right. You know if word gets bac-"
"It won't."
"But if it does?"
Turning to face him, he gave Joo-hyuk a deadly look. "Then I'll kill them if they try."
Mainly Fem Reader x Taehyung but also the rest of the seven members.
Fantasy:au royalty:au timetravel:au
Smut/Fluff/Angst
Authors note: So... this is the first fic i’m gonna post, well the prologue for it. English is not my first language so pleas bare with me hehe.
You were done.
These last couple of years of studying was killing you but you were finally done. This you hade to celebrate. For some while you had planned to take a trip somewhere when you finished uni. You decided to take out a world map, close your eyes and wherever your finger landed was the place you would go to.
‘‘Pleas not somewhere i’ve already been, pleas, pleas, pleas’‘ You mumbled to yourself. After a some time swirling around your finger it landed. Slowly opening your eyes you were hit with a feeling of relief while looking down where your finger had landed.
South Korea.
You had always wanted to go there. It was one of those destinations you dreamed about visiting but you never thought you would. But this was it, you were going. This would be a new adventure for you, a way to get to know yourself better and relax after years of hard work.
‘‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’‘ You whispered as you ran through the people at the airport. You were late and you had exactly 10 minutes before the flight hit the air. You were running like a women possessed and the people around you looked at you like you were crazy, witch you kind of were.
Finally at the gate the very over polite flight attendent scanned your ticket and directed you to the line for the flight. I made it, i was worried there for a while Y/N you thought to yourself. You found your seat in the plane, sat down and drew one long deep breath. I’m going, i’m actually going.
How many works do you have on Ao3? I have 16 of them on there; however, I historically am not from AO3, but from fanfiction.net ; on there, I have 15 stories, 1 of them is also on AO3 so I won't count it.
It brings us to a total of 30 stories!
This is without counting some fics that were on fanfic-fr.net, but unfortunately the website was closed and I won't be able to access it :(
What's your total ao3 word count? Counting the gigantic CYOA I was part of, 186,095 words.
Without it, 68,879 words.
Now, if we add the fanfiction.net stats (without counting the one shared with AO3)... :D
Ff.net word count: 310,810 words
Grand total with the CYOA: 496,905 words
Grand total without it: 379,689 words
What fandoms do you write for? Good Omens currently. However, I have written plenty of fics for: Harry Potter, Sherlock, One Piece, Eyeshield 21 and Dragon Ball (Z, GT, Super)
Top five fics by kudos:
The first one is the CYOA, which is rigging everybody's stats. Here it is, but I will write 6 fics total, since this one really is an outlier xD
1. Coming Home - A Choose Your Own Adventure Story (E)- 466 kudos
Having thwarted yet another attempt at ending the world, Aziraphale and Crowley are, in fact, ready to have sex now. Just how successful their sex shall be depends on the discerning decision-making of you, dear reader…
More than thirty authors combine to bring you over one hundred possible ways that the first night at the South Downs cottage might play out. Aziraphale and Crowley - and you - will embark on a thrilling voyage of self-discovery from which no one will emerge unchanged.
2. Dance our night away (G) - 284 kudos
1944, 29th of February - leap year.
Crowley and Aziraphale are invited to a ballroom dance party, and will dance- but angels don't dance, do they?
Based on Gleafer's 1940s swing dance drawing!
3. How like a winter has my absence been (T) - 191 kudos
1941, Crowley and Aziraphale just spent the evening in a bombed church and in West End performing a deadly magic trick in front of weary American soldiers and a set of four Nazi zombies.
Tired, they end the evening in the angel's bookshop.
Happy to see each other after eighty long years, they spend the rest of the night together, drinking, listening to the music on the radio.
Maybe, maybe the longing was about to give them something more.
4. My Arum Lily (E) - 182 kudos
Hoowee, laudanum! Last time Crowley does that!
Plot? What plot? Purely indulgent cemetery porn for gcaledonian, one of the mods of the Good Omens After Dark subreddit.
Enormous thank you to Bean_art, LauraMoon1987, Zoinksart, GaHellHimself, DaneeCastle, Gleafer and Zoey Time for the artworks that you will find inside!
5. Your Grace is a Fire (E) - 176 kudos
Laudanum! Last time Crowley would do that...
Hell infuses the demon with hellfire and sends him back on Earth, where Heaven hunts him down for three decades before Aziraphale gets his hands on him and brings him back to the bookshop.
There, they work together to rid Crowley from this hellfire plaguing him...
/!\ DEAD DOVE. READ THE TAGS BEFORE STARTING. TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY.
Many thanks to Gleafer for her amazing prompt that rotted my brain for a whole ten days:
“Hell infuses Crowley’s body with hellfire so he runs away and hides for years.
Aziraphale finds him, and he thinks he knows how to put out the fire that burns his demon so!”
And He Fell (G) - 157 kudos
Taking place after the end of season 2.
The Second Coming is raging, destroying all life on Earth in an epic battle between Angels and Demons.
But for Crowley and Aziraphale, that means it is time to meet again and to save the world from dying entirely.
Crowley's Fall is explored during that final fight; how his punishment took place, and what fomented his hatred of Heaven.
Do you respond to comments? I try, but I'm not very good at it. There might be days, weeks, months even before I give a response, and I'm very sorry for that. I read you all, I just... forget :|
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Absolutely is An Arrangement in Black. The entire piece is angsty (mind the tags! it's a dead dove!), and the end isn't much more positive honestly.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably is Dance our night away, because the entire thing is fluffy fluff happily fluffying.
Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade would be a solid contender however, as it is my collection of fluffs.
Do you get hate on fics? Not really, at least not anymore. I used to have some on ff.net, but that time is behind me :)
Do you write smut? *scoffs*
Y
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Of course.
Craziest crossover: I don't really do crossovers :)
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, but I've started writing a long time ago, when common courtesy didn't really apply. So maybe, but I wouldn't be aware of that.
Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge, but I would be very honoured if it happened :)
Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes!!
The CYOA was a good example of that.
I co-wrote a crack collab fic with a fellow writer 10 years ago in the Harry Potter fandom, and another, angstier fic with another writer in the Sherlock fandom. Both are in French, be aware of that ;)
I have participated/am participating to several bangs, which are collaborations between a writer and an artist.
Jane Doe is the one published so far.
I am also currently in 3 collaborative fics that are in the making.
All time favorite ship? OOF difficult question. The one that gets me most feral is Hirumamo (Hiruma/Mamori) in the Eyeshield 21 fandom.
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Amber Lily, a DBZ fic under the premise "What if Planet Vegeta didn't explode" => it is a massive project of mine, but unfortunately I can't seem to get the juice for it, when I look at the sheer size of the endeavour. So I'm starting to repurpose it into other projects that could fit it.
What are your writing strengths? I am experienced, which means that I'm fast. I write very fast and I am precise, meaning that I don't need much re-reading after it's done to call it completed and ready to publish.
In terms of themes, my specialty is romance. I have a tendency for detailed descriptions, meaning that I excel in romantic angst specifically.
What are your writing weaknesses? I'm just not good at writing humour, and I consider that my weak link in prose is dialogue.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Very fun to do, however please be a native speaker of it or talk to a native speaker to help you with it. Google translation won't be your friend.
First fandom you wrote in? Dragon Ball.
Favorite fic you've written? It's a few months ago already, and I've grown quite a bit still, but How like a winter has my absence been still stands as my pride and joy.
An Arrangement in Black is right behind however, I'm very proud of the end result.
