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how. is. this. a. ONE. SINGLE. UNIQUE. SHOT????????!!!!!!!!!!¿¿¿¿¿ IM TORN!!!! I'm sad, so sad that there won't be a part 2 but wow this plot is AMAZING. thank you so much for writing and sharing!

Saudade

(n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Warning: Fluff, Smut and so much Angst. Please don’t proceed if you are triggered easily. 

Words: 3.1k

The night unfolded cold and dark; the November weather had casted snow and rain upon the city of Seoul. You admired the city from above the steep concrete that leads to your home. The moving cars, the tall buildings and the blinding lights all were beautiful, almost mesmerizing you would think if you hadn’t met Taehyung.

You climbed up the lazy stairs of your building, counting down the familiar number to your apartment. You reached for the keys inside your bag and unlocked the door.

“Taehyung? I’m home” you called out while throwing your jacket and bag onto the couch as you proceeded to the kitchen.

“Hey baby” Taehyung said as he walked to your frame to leave a kiss on your forehead. He was wearing a plain button up shirt that wasn’t buttoned all the way up, revealing his chiselling, sun kissed toned chest, one that you got used to sleeping on and finding comfort in along with black trousers. You leaned into his body wanting to feel more of his warm, nuzzling your head into the junction of his chest and shoulder, you placed small kisses earning a chuckle and a low moan from him.

“Is everything okay?” he asked and you could feel his worried gaze on you, making you lift your head up in response.

“Yeah, I just feel like… I don’t know… I missed you” you laughed ashamed of yourself, you had been living with him for more than you can remember, and you had seen him just before you left for work, it hadn’t even been 9 hours since then. He always had that effect on you, it wasn’t unusual he always makes you miss him when you leave his side.

“I’m right here baby” he whispered, comforting you by running his hands up and down your sides, looking at you with warm and tender eyes. You wonder how you go so lucky to belong to someone like him, so affectionate, so loving.

You reached out for his cheeks with your palms, both encapsulating him into your hold and moved your lips to capture his. The kiss was like usual, so innocent and beautiful. Taehyung was always fast to respond to your lips, as if he was always expecting them, something you’ve always loved about him. The kiss slowly grew into something more passionate laced with lust, you could see it in him and you could feel him emitting the same need as you are. His hands guided you both to the bed without breaking the kiss, walking back till his knee found the familiar covers only to fall on his back, making you on top of him.

“I love you” you told him as you moved your lips down to kiss his chin, jaw and neck leaving behind beautiful colours of purple and red “so much”. “I love you too” he said before getting a hold of your lips with his and recuperating your actions. You had spent the entire night moaning out words of love to every thrust, every suck and every kiss. It was perfect, he was perfect.

The next morning was a repeat of yesterday’s, you woke up at 7am where the sun was outside burning bright rays through the white curtains and into the white walls, illuminating the room in a beautiful way. He was sleeping next to you, arms around your waist pulling you into his chest. You smiled at him before leaving a kiss on his forehead before getting ready to go to work.

“Y/N! Good Morning” your neighbour greeted as you were closing the door of your apartment.

“Good Morning Yeri” you greeted her back, she was a lovely person beautiful inside out. She always beamed with happy and good radiation. You always felt sorry for not showing up when she invited you to her home or when she asks you to go with her to get groceries. You were always occupied to Taehyung.

“How are you?” she asked with a smile in her face

“Good, what about you?” you asked returning her smile.

“I’m good too” she spoke before continuing “Aren’t you going to lock your door? You always leave it unlocked you might get robbed one day” she said.

“Oh, Taehyung’s inside he’ll lock it when he wakes like he always does don’t worry” you replied

“Y/N… Can you do me a favour?” she asked with her smile faltering which alarmed you a small amount.

“Yeah, sure” you replied.

“Can you meet someone for me? I-uh, they’ve always wanted to meet you and – just please? I know this is weird” she tried to laugh it off.

“Okay?” you said unsure, “Who is it?” you asked curiously.

“His name is Jungkook, he’s a friend of mine” she said looking away from you “I think, he would like to meet you” she added.

You were sceptical. Who was he? “Yeri, this is kind of weird for me you kn-“

“Just please?” she begged making you unable to reject her request.

“Okay… When?” you questioned

“Tonight, 7pm in Santiago it’s a local café just next to Raven’s park” she cut off making you laugh, she appeared almost desperate for you to meet this man.

“Okay, okay I’ll meet him” you said as you excused yourself before you were late to work. You work as an accountant. You deal with complex transactions that take a significant focus of your mind, respond to client emails and answer calls with occasional meetings throughout the week. You didn’t mind your job much.

At 6pm, you attempted to tidy up your desk and put files into place before turning off the light of your office in order to leave, not forgetting the favour you owned your neighbour. In all honestly, you never enjoyed meeting new people just like Taehyung, and grew anxious, maybe that’s why she told you to do this favour you thought, maybe she picked onto your bad habits. You chose not to dive too much into it and just try to be your normal self.

You know you found the right place when you spotted the baby blue café, right next to the park as Yeri described. It was near to 7 and decided to walk in and find a table. The place was cozy and small, it had only a few people and it smelt of the amazing scent of coffee. As you were approaching a table, a man appeared your age tapped your back.

“Are you Y/N?” he asks shyly.

“Ah yes! You must be Jungkook” you replied, “Sorry was I late?” You asked awkwardly.

“No… No not at all” he smiled, “I found us a table there, it much warmer”.

“Sure” You nodded before walking to the table and settling into a chair the faced his.

“Here you go, this is the menu choose what you’d like to drink.” He spoke before adding “Although I do recommend their caramel chai latte, I’ve tried everything here and nothing seems to beat it” he grinned.

“Alright then, one caramel chai latte” you smiled back.

“Great choice” he said before walking up to order for the both of you.

He returned with two of your drinks, handing one on your side of the table before taking his seat again.

“I take it you were told by Yeri to meet me, correct?” he proceeded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I have” you replied, “She didn’t tell me why though” you confessed.

“Oh” his expression changed “I guess this makes it a little bit awkward, isn’t it?”

“Slightly, yeah” you laughed before taking a sip to try and dissolve the heavy air.

“Okay tell you what, how about we get to know each other?” he proposed.

You both finished your cups of coffee while learning more about each other. He was so easy to talk to, he learned about most of your life which included where you grew up, your age, your work and Taehyung, while he told you about his. He was a good guy, handsome and had the most charming bunny smile and you enjoyed his company. You knew it was getting late when you received a call from Taehyung.

“Hey baby? Where are you?” he spoke from the other side of the phone.

“Ah Taehyung! I’m with a friend” you said biting the inside of your cheek to prevent your mouth from cracking a smile as you see Jungkook smirk at the title you had so quickly given him.

“Friend? Who?” your boyfriend asked.

“Jungkook, he’s a friend I met today” you told him

“A guy? Y/N be careful of meeting guys you don’t know late at night” he sounded worried making you smile at his unnecessary worry.

“Don’t worry, he’s a good guy” you nodded at your own words “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” you told him before hanging up.

You placed your phone on the table, before returning your attention to the man in front of you.  

“Is it okay if I borrow your phone?” he asked hesitantly. “My battery died as I was playing some stupid games on my phone and I need to call somebody, if that’s okay?”

“Sure” you said before handing him his phone.

You watched him dial whoever he wanted to call and heard a short conversation, before distracting yourself by looking outside at the by-passers.  

“Thank you” you were interrupted by the words of the man in front of you, returning your attention to him once again.

“It’s okay” you said shyly.

“Actually, Y/N” he spoke quietly “I need to be honest with you” he said instilling anxiousness that dissipated when you thought he had been honest with you all along.

“What is it?” you asked as your eyes shakily looked into his, mentally preparing yourself for multiple scenarios running through your head.

“I`m- I’m a psychologist” he said making you laugh.

“Psychologist? So?” you laughed in confusion.

“No Y/N… Yer-… I’m meeting with you today because I am a psychologist, I’m a mental health counsellor”

“Excuse me?” you said confused.

“Why are you coming to meet me as a… wait, what?” you asked astonished.

“I know, this, Yeri told me about you. She told me you needed my help” he said carefully, trying to not hurt you with his choice of words.

“I don’t need your help” you said as you got up angrily, how dare she ask you to meet a counsellor, did she think you were crazy? So many thoughts ran in your mind making you grow angrier.

“Y/N please! Listen to me” he called out as you walked away, making him walk after you.

“Let me explain okay? Please?” he said and you had no reason to be angry with him, he didn’t lie about who he is and you didn’t want to go back home confused on why the hell they think you’re crazy.

“Let’s go to a quieter place? The park?” he suggested and you nodded, he didn’t seem like a person who would try to do anything to you and you trusted him.

As you walked in the park, you spotted a free chair where you both can talk.

“Let’s sit here, shall we?” he said as he sat down.

“I know this is going to be hard to hear” he looked up at you “Please sit down” he asked while glancing a worried look at you before looking down to the floor. You sit down warily.

“Like I said… Yeri called me a while ago and sh-she told me you needed my help. I didn’t know what she meant but she told me you-“ he looked at me “You… You’re not okay.” He sighed, and you were more confused.

“Jungkook-“

“Let me finish okay? I just don’t want to shock you… I’ve been following you around for a while thinking you were a danger to yourself like many of my other patients, I didn’t know what was ‘wrong’ with you because you seemed fine”

“Yeah, that’s because I am fine. I’m not crazy” you laughed.

“No, no y/n… You’re not okay” he replied sternly cutting your laughter short before you erupted into more laughter.

“Okay, okay… So what? I’m crazy?” you laughed more

“Y/N, I know this is hard to hear I’ve seen the way people react to my diagnosis but they all expected something to be wrong with them, which is why they come to my office. But you, you don’t even know that there’s something wrong and for me to break it down to you is hard for me too” he sighed again.

“What’s wrong with me then?” you asked looking at him carefully.

“You’re schizophrenic.” He said while maintaining an intense eye contact.

You analysed him carefully, looking for the smallest sign that can give away the big fat prank he’s trying to make on you. There were none. What the hell is he talking about?! You tried to keep your mouth shut and refrain yourself from erupting into another fit of laughter, but you failed and laughed hysterically.

“Sorry to break it down to you Jungkook but I’m not hallucinating shadows or hearing unordinary noise but I appreciate the talk.” you said as you were getting up only to catch his hand around your wrist pulling you back into your position.

“Please listen to me, I’m not finished talking” he said “I promise I’ll prove It but don’t make it hard on me to do that” he sighed for the third time.

“Give me your phone” he instructed,

“Why? To let Yeri know that her neighbour isn’t the crazy bitch she thought she is?”

“No Y/N, let me prove it to you” he said

“Fine” you said as you handed him the phone “Prove it” you challenged him.

You saw his finger ghost the screen before he clicked onto the contacts and clicking on ‘Love’ which was what you saved Taehyung as on your phone. You were so confused, how is he going to prove you were crazy by calling Taehyung? Only then it hits you.

“The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please try again” What the hell? This is Taehyung’s phone number?!

“What the fuck?” you questioned before snatching the phone to see if the phone number was the one you recognised as Taehyung’s and it was. What the hell is going on? Why is his phone number not recognised? He only called you minutes ago!

“Look, see… I’m so sorry Y/N” Jungkook spoke slowly before shattering your heart into pieces with what he claimed next “Taehyung isn’t real Y/N”.

“What?! What do you mean?!” you panicked “I’ve known him for years Jungkook, how dare you even say that?! This isn’t funny” you tried to get up again.

“I know I told you it’ll be hard to hear, but if I was lying why is his phone number not being recognised?! Forget that, why is his phone number not on your recent call list? He never called you! You were hallucinating it!” he tried to explain but you only grew more furious.

“Don’t you dare tell me who Taehyung is, I don’t even know you don’t you dare pretend you know me let alone him!” you shouted before running away. What the hell is happening?! You were heartbroken by the fact that someone told you the man of your life was just an imagination, that’s not possible! You see him, you hear him and most importantly you can feel him! How can he claim such thing.

Deep inside, you were panicked, what if he was right? You needed to confirm this! You need to return to Taehyung and ask him about this whole entire nonsense” You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn’t notice that Jungkook was behind you, calling out your name while trying to keep your pace.

You reached the familiar tall building and hurried up the stairs. When you reached your familiar door, you were praying silently that it was locked, that there’s a smallest of a confirmation that Taehyung is here. But like Yeri told you, it was unlocked, just like you left it.

“Taehyung?!” you called out frantically as you pushed the door open. “Taehyung?! Where are you” you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Y/N? What’s wrong baby?” he said as he hurried from the door frame you always seemed to find him where you returned from home.

“Thank God! Taehyung you won’t believe this, a man I met said yo-“

“Y/N!” Jungkook called out to you at your door way.

“See?! He’s real Jungkook! He’s right here” you pointed at him.

“Y/N… I don’t see him…Please just list-“ Jungkook said as he held onto your arm.

“Don’t touch me! Stop lying! Taehyung please tell him I’m not crazy! You’re right here!!!” You shouted as tears fell down your cheeks as you saw a defeated Taehyung.

“I’m sorry baby…” he said while approaching you. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?! What does this mean?!” you were torn apart, not knowing why he was apologising broke you because you knew something was wrong.

“Because… I’m not real…” he said as you witnessed tears running down his cheeks too, he looked exactly like you, then everything clocked. You were looking at another version of yourself, someone that knew you well, someone that had gave you everything you wanted without asking for it, someone that was too perfect to be true.

You couldn’t handle the shake in your legs and fell onto your knees, you were defeated. Life as you know it was over. You had been living in your own lies and delusions, how were you to live? You didn’t know life without him. You were broken as more evidence of your delusions hit you one by one. The unlocked door, the none opened messages you send him, the marks of love that you saw on him but not on you. It all made sense, and you wish it didn’t. You will never be able to move on from this. How do you accept that he isn’t real? That your love isn’t real?

The last thing you heard before darkness invaded your vision was Jungkook saying “I got you, you’re going to be okay”.

IM SO DONE WITH YHIS OKAY

DONE

this was so sad I don't recommend it at all because all I did was crying and when I was happy I got that RIPPED OUT OF ME (ofc I recommend im being dramatic who knows/

but yeah. it hurts. it hurts so good and taehyung is definitely,,,,,,,,ugh yeah I'd say "not him" but this is so a boy attitude that maybe, maybe this reminded me so much the hyyh era tae because he truly acts like an adolescent here. yeah. I pictured this. it hurts. not comfort, not a happy ending and oh god the angst is so good!!!!!!!! TYSM for writing the tears out of me, i loved that masochist stuff and all

ps: I'd totally make the blind one and forgive him so i do NOT relate to yns behavior here yet I'd do it with like 17 and not 21 as I am right now so I'm sorry for not being mature around a beautiful man

right amount of wrongs | kth (m)

Summary: “Your heartbeat stopped. Then accelerated. Pain shot through the organ like an arrow. And then everything repeated.”

How many times does he have to do you wrong until you make the right decision?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader (+ slight Hoseok x female reader)

rating: 18+

genre: high school!au (everyone’s of age tho! senior year <3), best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

warnings: taehyung is… questionable in this :] mention of disney movies (you decide which ones lol), unrequited love, heartbreak, jealousy, manipulation, crying, rejection, toxic friendship later on, oc throws up (no detailed description), (hints of a) panic attack; explicit sexual content: loss of virginity (oc), soft dom!tae, sub!reader soft manhandling, he’s really gentle with her but ughhh he’s such an ass too, big dick!tae, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, oral (f. receiving), marking, praising, breast play, clit pinching (??), yeah that should be all

word count: 15.9k

a/n: i actually decided to write this randomly to let out some frustration since it’s a pretty personal fic :’) i hope you guys enjoy reading it! <3

credits: my lovely betas​​​ @hantaev​​​​​​ & @chateautae​​​​​​ thank you so so much for helping me with this !! <3 @missgeniality​​​ thank you for lending me your beautiful name hehe :D and last but not least, thank you to @kimtaehyunq​​​​​ who made this AMAZING AND FLAWLESS banner, gave me a really helpful suggestion for this fic and read through it before i posted it, tyyy !! <3

➳ listen to: 17 by Pink Sweat$ | Never not by Lauv | Give me love & Kiss me by Ed Sheeran | I’m not the only one by Sam Smith

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Kim Taehyung.

High school student, approaching the end of senior year at the tender age of nineteen.

Horrible at math. Adored dancing more than anything. Insecure at times but loved to rap in his free time to entertain his closest friends. Always studied just a bit, putting minimal efforts into all subjects despite having failed a class once already. Now, he still hadn’t changed but passed anyway.

Kim Taehyung. Relied on you too much, cherished and admired you endlessly - he’d more or less been your best friend for years and years, both of you being the type of close pals who people thought might cross the line one day, at some point for sure.

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I'm not the greatest fan of pregnancy plot, and i should start by saying that, despite it, this reading got me absolutely caught up, from the start, and I just couldn't stop. I laughed and cried and screamed so desperate for these FOOLS that my roommates won't ever forget what a fanfic is lol.

Your angst is terribly wonderful, and i will never have such a great drama like this in my life, so this emotions are certainly welcome, even if only for a character. You write so effortlessly about being lovesick (and that reminds my one and only true heartbreak, how I threw up remembering his face is so vivid) that the feeling starts to grow in my guts, as it is with me, in reality.

Thank you so much for writing! I loved it 💖

songs about you: rhapsody | kth (m)

Summary: “The feeling of him never got old - and right in this moment, it felt newer than ever before.”

Both of your touches used to fit your little agreement to fulfill your desires whenever you needed it - when had exactly these touches started to become a quiet whisper in the back of your mind that had you yearn for so much more than just careless nights?

pairing: CEO!Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: fwb, childhood friends to lovers, somewhat idiots to lovers; fluff, angst, smut

warnings: some talk about anxiety (about the future and jobs), swearing, explicit sexual content, taehyung is a soft dom, oral (f. & m. receiving), handjob, fingering, multiple (2) sex scenes, rough sex, soft sex, unprotected sex (reader on the pill, wbk), breast play, marking/biting (cuz it’s me), praising (again, cuz it’s me), ass grabbing, making out, aftercare <3, the ending hurt me so good…, tae & yn being literal idiots, appearance of a mcdonald’s *gasp* and kai from exo!

word count: 13k

a/n: this fic is going to hurt. it. is. going. to. hurt. and i am so sorry. i hope you enjoy it tho and if you do, please let me know!!! thank you so so much for this opportunity @joheunsaram, Sons of Midas owns my soul!! also, pls enjoy this AMAZINGGGG banner by my love @taemaknae ILYSM!!!

further mentions: thank you to my betas @illneverrecover, @voiceswithoutlips & @hantaev! to @ddaechwita & @btsmosphere for lending me their names!! and to @kithtaehyung for reading over this when i felt HELLA insecure!! you all have my heart forever!! and now i won’t talk much more, enjoy reading! 💕

[!] NOTE: this is a twoshot! the second part will be posted in two weeks, on the 5th of june, so stay tuned!

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For a mighty, powerful businessman, Taehyung surely was weak.

The expensive suits and various ties that adorned his lean body never failed to intimidate the strongest of personalities, and his confident stroll through his building made every woman weak in her knees.

And yet, he faltered every time he laid his dark eyes on you. As soon as he’d strip out of his luxurious clothing, with your body underneath him, not a single trace of the grand, famous Kim Taehyung remained. He would merely be the man who’d whimper at the slightest feeling of you.

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HOW CAN YOU BE SOO GOOD WITH FIGHTS???? I mean, truly, if that was me, I'd already give up, for real. That made me realize I'm so weak for the ones I love that I just can't stand being so far away. I mean, if we're fighting because of distance and now you're giving me attention, it's okay, isn't it?

Of course not, because oc is the leader of this universe and fought for what she believed (in the contrary of me, of course) AND AJDIEJDKWKSKSODKDDN

okay make up sex. that's it. that's the post. they are hot and adorable at the same time and their feeling is so strong is palpable, angry, red in front of every reader.

also, I would like to point out that saudade is a Portuguese word, and as much as it's meaning is beautiful, saying it to someone you love feels absolutely amazing. here in my country, we use it on special occasions, when it feels so much it's unbearable, the longing and missing and the absence is so painful. just like oc's feelings for taehyung. if they were written in portuguese, it would be "eu sinto tanta saudade de você." (I just know tae would become a puddle after this statement. I just know.)

thank you so much for writing!

saudade | kth. (m)

saudade ; “a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something/someone that one cares for and/or loves.”

➵ summary : a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

➵ pairing : idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader

➵ genre : angst, smut, fluff (the holy trinity), idol!au, established relationship!au

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 16k

➵ warnings : sexual content, swearing, dom + sub dynamics, dom!tae, fingering, oral (f. receiving), lots of dirty talk, t e a s i n g because let’s face it this is tae, big dick!tae, cock sliding, marking, restraint (with his own hands), unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), rough sex, mushy i miss you sex, lots of feels, tae undresses reader (it’s hot i promise), praising, name kink, slight body worshipping, slight brat-handling, forced orgasm, creampie, one spank, tiny impreg kink, aftercare

➵ a/n : wow, my first fic on tumblr!! i’m beyond excited to finally be sharing my stories and writing, hopefully i can let you escape into a whole new world and enjoy my works! comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

2:27AM. 

He still wasn’t home. 

Texts on delivered, calls unanswered, radio silence on all social media. 

And it wasn’t just tonight, it was every night. 

Everyday. 

And it’s been a month. A long, grueling month.

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THE SIZE KINK THESE TWO HAVE IS PALPABLE.

with this statement, i start my essay, bringing here the main points of a fanfiction called "maybe i do", informally addressed as "mid", the one and only who caught my attention by an insanely filthy post of Mr Kim Taehyung in suits, whom, of course, is a serious threat to my mental health:

1. the beginning: where they are both so entangled by each other's simple presence their parents needed to take some fresh air. the tension.

2. the amount of times they touched in an intimate way and melted in each other's body, but STILL find the principal idea of bonding non-existent

3. this point is made to compliment the author's writing: "(...)you began to understand you were everyone’s favourite role in a Shakespearean play.

The fool."

I'll just leave that.

4. at this point, I'm having a serious breakdown on whatever they have to be that flustered (ofc Id be that flustered around taehyung and feel like crap beside him but whAT THE ACTUAL FUCK)

5. I'm willing to turn off some sleep and read this non-stop, but responsibilities. I'm sad bUT I will return to finish this essay along with this amazing fanfic!!!!

ps: id like to say, besides the attempt of humor up here, that i am very amazed how you turned a cliché into an amazing plot and storyline. I am honestly anxious to read the other chapters!

maybe i do | kth. I

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst 

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 11k

➵ warnings : swearing, alcohol consumption, anxiety, lots of feels about marriage, a stupid ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (there’s consent, just bad sex that makes the reader feel shitty), does ceo tae count as a warning? 

➵ a/n: hello my first fic of my favourite trope arranged marriage, AND with kim taehyung?? yes pls !! this will be a series and I’ll be actively working on it so you don’t have to wait too long for chapters, i hope you can follow this series with me <33

chapter one : “my forever’s falling down”  

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“Another one, Father? I thought I told you my secretary would be handling marriage profiles from now on. Stop concerning yourself with who I marry.” 

“But I do, son. Trust me, I know this girl, she’s the daughter of a trusted friend and I think she’s a good match.” 

“Father, everyone you choose for me I dislike and it’s distracting me from my work. I don’t need this right now.” 

“She’s different, Taehyung. I personally know her and I’m certain you won’t say no.” 

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Love Fix All

Pairing: Husband! Taehyung x Wife! Reader

Genre: almost divorce au and angst… fluffy ending tho i promise <3333

Warnings: cursing, bits of insecurity, and anything else i’ve missed!

Summary: With almost an end on your marriage, Taehyung once remind you how much he loves you.

A/N: Happy… Late… Birthday..? LMFAO I got inspiration to finish this during my shower so here we are! Also we hit 50 followers?! Halfway to 100! Thank you so much for your patience and love <3 xox

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“Y/N, what the fuck are these?” Taehyung stormed into your shared bedroom, throwing a pack of divorce papers onto the bed, right in front of you.

“Divorce papers?” You replied as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I know it’s divorce papers! Why the hell were they on my desk?” He snapped due to your calm reply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know… maybe because you were the one who suggested it?” You scoffed, finally looking up at him.

Taehyung looked like a mess. His hair was all messy which meant he probably ran his hand through it more than you can count, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips was swollen which meant he kept biting it.

“You can’t be seri-”

“What do you mean by that, Tae?! I wasn’t the fucking one who wished they shouldn’t have married me,” You cut him off angrily. Taehyung could feel the heat radiating off your body.

The fight started a few days ago, when you went to visit him at his office.

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“Come in!” Tae yelled out as you opened the door.

“Hi baby, are you almost done? Our reservation is in 30 minutes,”

“Oh, shit! Y/N- love- fuck, I totally forgot about our reservation. I need to stay back and finish some paperwork,” He frowned.

“What? But- we’ve made these reservations for almost a month now. And you’re the boss, can’t you- I don’t know? Just finish it tomorrow or tell Jihyo to finish it? We haven’t been on a date night in forever,” You pouted, pleading him with your eyes.

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry! I am, but- I need to finish these by tonight for one of the most important meetings I have tomorrow, you know that. Maybe we can postpone it to next week or something?” Taehyung suggested, letting out a deep sigh.

He felt terrible, he really did, but it had slipped his mind! With so much going on at his business which was starting to get bigger, Taehyung just couldn’t keep track with such and such like these things.

“But Tae-,”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I really can’t tonight,”

You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying as Taehyung went back to doing papers.

“You never make time for me anymore,” You mumbled under your breath as you turned around, ready to get out of here and lay in bed and cry.

You didn’t think Tae would have heard what you said, but he definitely did. And for some reason, it spiked his anger.

“Cut that crap, Y/N. I make plenty of time for you!” He defended.

“Cut that crap? Really? So what, now my feelings are just crap? Gosh, Tae! You don’t even know how much I have missed you. And for fuck’s sake, I thought tonight would be the reminder I needed to know that you still care about me, but I was wrong! We barely spend time with each other anymore. You’re always staying back at your office everyday and you don’t even come until midnight! D-do you even love me anymore? Let alone, want me?” You finally let out your feelings, along with a choked sob.

“How can you even say that, Y/N? Oh, because I can’t make it to ONE date night, suddenly I don’t love nor want you anymore? Of course I love you! And of course I still want you! More like need,”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it at this very moment,” You fired back.

“You’re so annoying! If I knew you were going to be this annoying, I should have never married you!” Taehyung shouted, banging his hand down onto his desk.

If words could kill, it would be those words that just came out of Taehyung’s mouth. You found it hard to breathe within the second. It felt like you had just been stabbed in the chest with a knife.

“Baby- I didn’t mean-,” His face and voice softened at your expression and quietness.

You shook your head rapidly, turning around and dashing out of your husband’s office quickly before he could try to catch you.

“Fuck!” Tae yelled, kicking the side of his desk.

-

The flashbacks of that night surrounded Tae’s head quickly. He don’t know what overcame him that night, but everything he said was not true. It killed him to know that he would even say those words to you, angry or not. He didn’t mean it. None of it.

“Darling, you know I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so upset at myself for forgetting and then there was the paperwork I had to finished- fuck, I’m just so sorry. I promise you, I love you so much. You are my breath, my heart, if I don’t have you, I wouldn’t be alive. I married you because I love you more than life itself. You are everything to me, Y/N. And I’m so fucking sorry if I have done such a horrible job showing it as a husband,” Taehyung started crying, walking towards you because all he wanted was to hold you in his arms, to make sure you were still here.

You couldn’t help but started crying as well, wrapping your arms around your husband’s body as soon as he was within an arm reach, “I’m sorry for saying all that in the first place and being dramatic, I just missed you so much,”

“Shh, don’t. Your feelings are valid and you were not being dramatic. I’m really sorry I made you feel like that, baby. I’m your husband, I should remind you all the time how much I love and need you to the point where you’d wish I’d stop,” He quickly reassured you.

You nodded, tightening your grip on him, as if he would vanish from you in a second.

“Gosh, I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You are a dream to me. You’re always waiting until midnight just so you can have dinner with me even though by the time I come home you’re already asleep. You’re always keeping our little house clean and warm. You’re always welcoming me with open arms when I come home and you haven’t fallen asleep. What did I ever do to deserve you, darling? You’re perfect,”

Taehyung took a deep breath, pulling back and giving your forehead a kiss, “I love you, Kim Y/N. I have from the very first moment I met you, and I will until my last breath,”

“And I love you, Kim Taehyung. Until the end of time and after that,” You breathed out before smashing your lips onto his. You could taste and feel the salty tears on his lips, but you didn’t care. All you cared about at this very moment was Taehyung as you tried pulling him closer to you as if he wasn’t already as he pushed you down onto the bed, deepening the kiss.

You knew that the two of you were going to be okay as Tae made love to you that night and reminded you every second just how much he loves you.

Cheat (JJK, KTH)

Hey y’all! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in almost a week. I’ve been super busy with work this past weekend and it’s really hard to find motivation. However I am off for the next two days so hopefully I can catch up on writing. In the meantime, I am posting a small blurb/drabble/scenario. I guess that’s what you can call this?? Just something based off something my friends and I have said! I will probably post content like this when I have writers block or need a filler between major posts! Anyway, love y’all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: Fluff, humor, Bestfriend!au

Paring: Bestfriend! Jungkook x reader x Bestfriend! Tae

Word Count: 268

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating, clueless Kook my poor baby :(

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

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  ‘Literally, what the fuck is this?’ I thought. I stared at the blue-colored sheet of paper with furrowed eyebrows. Leaning my head against my arm, I wore a confused expression. I heard the teacher helping a student in the back of the class and somewhere else, there was a group of friends talking. 

  ‘This test is going to be the end of my existence.’ I turned to look and see if the teacher was looking before twisting my head to my right. Jungkook sat there, pencil in one hand, and phone in the other. He also wore a confused expression.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed at him. Phones aren’t allowed to be out during tests.

  He looked at me and pouted slightly, “I’m trying to cheat, but I’m doing it wrong.”

  Tae snorted to my right, trying to cover it up as a cough as the teacher looked over to us in suspicion. Once he turned back to our classmate, Tae smirked at us. 

  “He just does the work instead.” He said laughing. 

  I shook my head, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

  “I don’t know, man, I might just. This cheating thing clearly isn’t for me,” Kook whispered back, “I’m too loyal and honest.” He said, winking at me.

  “You literally cheat on every test.” Tae deadpanned.

  This time I wasn’t able to contain my laugh. I quickly tried to cover it as a cough, my shoulders shaking as I watched them in amusement.

  “Y/n! Jungkook! Tae! Stop talking and focus on your test!” There was a collective eye-roll from all three of us.

overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.

The Girl That Disappeared | Masterlist

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ Genre/au: small-town mystery, psychological thriller, dysfunctional relationships

✧ current w/c: 9.7k

Suspect #1: Kim Taehyung

Suspect #2: Jeon Jungkook

Suspect #3: Park Jimin

D-Day: Denouement

The Girl That Disappeared | Suspect #1 KTH

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ w/c: 3.6k ✧ taglist: @kookieandjoonberries @whoa-jo @taevestr @smoljimjim @kookxin @11thenightwemet11 @kingofbodyrolls (comment to be tagged for pts. 2+3)

You were taught that keeping quiet kept the peace. It only took 18 years to realise that the peace was never yours. Never was, and never will be. Predisposed to carry the baggage of the past, you were forced to keep everything afloat even when the murky water seeped into your lungs, stripping you of oxygen and the will to live.

Sometimes, the pain hurt so bad that you lost focus. Went nonverbal until the thoughts in your head were louder than the voices around you. But, what’s the point of explaining your pain if you still get hurt? You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. But the cycle continued. Like a broken record, it made you realise that life is harder than death. So, you grew to become compliant with the silence of justice. 

While most kids cherished their childhood, melting into the warmth of their parent’s love and embrace, you mastered the role of not acting how you felt. Wiping your own tears as your father blamed you for being a girl. Unable to give him a male offspring, your mother descended into madness. Scrutinizing every cell in your body, hating herself for giving you the chance at life.

As a daughter, you felt such anger towards her and the punishments she put you through. It never made sense to you, how a mother could betray someone so close to her, someone who shared her heartbeat. But, as you grew older you learned to have empathy for her as a woman. Because, now, it was clear that her life story resembled yours almost to the smallest detail. Like a blueprint, it followed the path of abuse, neglect, and prejudice. 

Still, it never took away the pain of knowing that in their eyes, you would never be enough. Since the day you were born and your gender was revealed, a tide of misfortune was unleashed, drowning the precious laughter of an innocent child. So, it’s okay to grieve over the person you could have been. If life was fair and grass was greener on both sides of the fence.

And, although you no longer spoke to your father after he lost himself to alcohol, somewhere deep in that aching heart of yours there was a part of you that forgave him. Because, despite the pain, for a moment there was love. For a moment, you were daddy’s girl, that reached for his hands as you took your first steps. A little girl, that looked up to him, hoping to marry someone worthy of giving up his last name.

But, the more you forgive, the less you love. And, the less you love, the more you want to disappear. Do you want to disappear? Well, you already did, y/n. What happened to you? That night? 

The night, Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder as you sat in chilling silence, feet dangling off the wooden bridge. He wasn’t the affectionate type. At least not to you. But, in that moment, something felt different. He felt different. Like, the tension in his body could no longer suppress the chaos inside. So, as you gazed at the stars above, glossy eyes admiring the canvas of bright light, he envisioned EunBi in her celestial form. 

She was only 13 when the fire consumed her frail body. When Taehyung lost the only person that kept him sane. Talked him out of multiple failed attempts, yet, ended up dying before him. And, every day since then felt nothing short of torture, as he carried the burden of outliving her. His precious girl. 

One day, his dad left town for business and promised to come back before sunrise the next morning, assigning Taehyung chores to do in their family farmhouse: 

✦ Feed and water the chickens + gather their eggs ⇰ EunBi

✦ Brush the horses ⇰ Tae 

✦ Mow the lawn + rake the leaves ⇰ Tae

✦ Collect the hay ⇰ EunBi 

✦ Burn the leaves and leftover cardboard from the storage room ⇰ Tae

“Eunbi-ya!” Taehyung shouted into his cupped hands, eyes searching for his little sister. 

“Yes?” her soft voice echoed from the barn.  

“I’ll be right back, okay? Just need to get the rest of the cardboard. Please, be careful with the bonfire,” he exclaimed, brushing the dirt off his trousers before heading back into the house. But, it wasn’t the cardboard that he was after. Rather, something to take the edge off, in the form of fine powder, hushly tucked away under his mattress. He hasn't used it long enough to be labelled an addict, but enough to keep coming back for more. 

After his mother passed away during labour, Taehyung’s sadness was trapped in his chest, his trembling lips, and those hollow eyes. It was everywhere. Yet, no one noticed. His father was always too busy with work and EunBi, well, she was just a baby. So, when his world was falling apart he relied on drugs to fill the void. To help him forget. Unfortunately, grief never fully goes away. It lingers within you, tethered to the strings of your aching heart, till one day, you’re nothing but bones buried six feet under. 

So, there he was, dissociating into pure ecstasy with his head resting on the edge of the bed. Oblivious to the chaos outside, until the smell of fire seeped through the window, cracked glass reflecting the raging hues of orange flames. 

“EunBi!” Taehyung yelled, sprinting out of the house as his scattering eyes watched the fire spread over the parameter. He couldn’t believe it. He was gone for a minute. Pathetic sixty seconds that turned into half an hour. A whole lifetime of Eunbi’s cries for help that went unheard, as her trembling body hid inside the barn, eyes squeezed shut in hopes that he would come and save her - the way she did all those times.

But, the fire was vicious. Hungry for the innocent and the guilty. Unstoppable in its tracks as its flames inched up the sides of the shed. Ignoring the burning sensation in his lungs, Taehyung pushed through, covering his eyes with the back of his arm as he watched the blaze encircle his heaving body, trapping him just a few steps away from where EunBi layed. Stripped away from her oxygen. 

Yelling out her name, he dropped to his knees, helpless hallucinations naive to the lifeless state she was in. It was too late. There was nothing left of her, and soon, nothing would be left of him. 

Taehyung would lose himself completely, wandering barefoot on the side of the road in pure darkness, as the sound of incoming sirens became louder with each step he took. However, their rescue no longer served any point, because everything worth saving was already gone. EunBi was already gone.

And, as his chest heaved up from the tightness in his throat, he was blinded by the sudden headlights speeding towards him, body frozen in a state of shock. The impact was hard enough to send him rolling down the asphalt, but not enough to stop his heart from beating. So, he didn’t bother getting up, left to accept his defeat before looking up at the black Mercedes Benz that drove off into the distance. JJK977. It wasn't a local licence plate, he thought. Most likely travelling from out of town. Drunk bastard. 

But, that didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore. And, as Taehyung watched them close her casket, it hit him. That was the last time he would ever see EunBi again. Before her soul was set free into the sky, embraced by the warmth of his mother’s arms. The touch he craved so deeply. 

It didn’t take his father long to sell whatever remained of their farmhouse and move back to the big city. As if the pain of burying his loved ones didn’t affect him at all. Moving on without a trace of a single tear. But, the numbness of his father’s heart only made Taehyung more distant. Alienated from his plans of finding a new wife and starting fresh. Building a family on the wreckage of their past.

But, Taehyung could never forget, he lived on in memory of his beautiful girls, building a guard that shut out anyone who came too close. Because grief changes you. It brings out the parts that you were naive to in the light of happiness, during your chase for the freedom of oblivion. So, as his world was set on fire he made sure that you felt every spark. 

After your parent’s divorce was finalized, your mother decided that it was best for the two of you to move. Some place quiet. Away from your father and the troubles of the past. She longed to live in peace. To see you graduate and enter the world of adulthood. To finally have a chance at a normal life, without the chaos and the constant fights. 

So, there you were, standing at the gates of Mr. Kim’s house. Or palace? Acreage? Whatever it was, you knew for sure that you were now embarking on a whole different tax bracket. One that you would only dream of living in, let alone be born into. 

Everything happened kind of quickly since it wasn’t long ago when your mom gushed over her date with a man she met during her night shift at the hospital. When casual hangouts suddenly turned into romantic dinners. And, although you were happy for her, admiring the spark in her lethargic eyes, you couldn’t help but fear the consequences. 

Mr. Kim was a nice gentleman. You weren’t worried about him. It was his son that made chills run down your spine. If misery were a person, you could almost bet it would be Taehyung. Everything from his dead glare to the blood-stained shirts littered around his dimly lit room made you stray away from him. Maintaining minimal contact, you barely saw the guy in his own home. He would leave before sunrise and not return until midnight. So, it was safe to say that he didn’t want anything to do with you, your mother, or his father to be quite frank. 

Not until that night. The night his mischief sabotaged your family camping trip. 

“All set? Where’s y/n?” there was a slight raise in Mr. Kim's tone as his eyes scattered over the premises outside the van. Earning himself a break after solving an ongoing murder case, the chief officer, Beokjin Kim decided to spoil your mom with a little getaway, become one with nature if you will. Unlike your homebody, your mother was always outdoors, hiking, cycling, skiing, you name it. So, you could imagine the surge of dopamine that she was radiating as the family hit the road. 

“Oh, she's showering,” Taehyung murmured resting his head on the door frame, arms folded over his chest. 

“Showering? Why?” your mother’s gentle voice deepened as she looked up at Taehyung with a furrowed gaze. 

“She fell into bear shit,” the little rascal replied with a sly wink. 

“Taehyung! Language.” Mr. Kim scoffed, forcing the guy to straighten up before attempting another try. 

 “My sincere apologies, Mrs. Kim. Your daughter fell into bear crap and screamed at me for it.” Taehyung teased, rolling his eyes at their stunned faces. 

“Oh, gosh. She’s been acting strange the past few days. Please, don’t take it personally, Taehyung-ie,”  the woman’s fluttering eyes softened. 

“Leave the poor girl alone, she’s been through a lot,” Mr. Kim glared at his son, mouthing something under his breath. Be nice. 

“Whatever,” Taehyung whispered, moving the stray brown locks out of his face.

Sure, you've been through a lot. It seems that all that anyone cares about now is you. Especially, his father. He treated you like his own. Like a daughter, he never had. Oh, wait. He did. But, she died. Taehyung was disappointed but not surprised. He was never the favourite. But, losing to a step-sibling was quite humbling.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road then,” Mr. Kim exclaimed softly, glancing back at your mother. Admiring the smile lines on her face. The way her dimples poked out when she laughed. The way she melted into his embrace as they walked back to his truck. 

Shutting the door behind him, Taehyung tidied up your bunk bed before plopping onto the couch. What a sweet gesture. Except, you weren’t showering. Not even in the van. In fact, you would rather step in bear shit than be left alone with it. Which, thanks to your brother. Step-brother. You had a high chance of meeting. 

“Hey … Taehyung?” you whispered behind him, stumbling on a pothole of rocks.  

“What?” he snapped without a glance. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. If I did something wrong I apologise but …” 

“But, what?” Taehyung suddenly stopped, feeling your head bump into his backpack.  

“Ouch! What the fu-” you glanced up with a furrowed gaze, rubbing the red spot on your forehead. 

“Hhmm?” he repeated with a slight head tilt, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

“I mean … if I overstepped your boundary I'm sorry …” your voice trailed off watching his gaze darken, black orbs fixating on the sparkling charm on your neck. 

“Where'd you get that?” his tone deepened, your hand now hovering over the gold chain.

“Oh, this? Mr. Kim gave it to me as an early graduation gift,” you smiled hesitantly, nibbling on your lower lip while anticipating his reaction. 

“Did he?” Taehyung whispered, lowering his glossy eyes.

That was supposed to be a gift for EunBi’s 14th birthday. One that Taehyung spent 4 months saving for. And, one that took his father a single glance at you to freely hand over with no charge. 

“Hey, actually, I forgot to tell you. They asked us to grab some more branches for the campfire. Could you start on that, I’m just going to grab my hat real quick,” he smiled, scrunching his nose. 

“Oh, sure. How many do we need?” 

“Umm … just a handful? I saw some big ones by the water,”

“Alright, I’ll meet you there then,” 

“I’ll be back in a few, just be careful, alright?” Taehyung waved you goodbye before following the trail back to the van. 

Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty minutes passed, but, there was no sign of his return. 

“What’s taking him so long?” you thought, looking up at the clouds forming above. Although it was quite hot the whole day, a little jacket wouldn’t have hurt right about now. With a side of some assorted meat, maybe? And hot tea? 

Patting your pockets you searched for your phone, which, unfortunately, but on theme, was nowhere to be found. Add that to the list of things that went wrong. So, there you were. Stranded in the woods. Alone. No food. No water. No phone. 

“Taehyung-ah!” you screamed, eyes swelled with tears hopelessly searching for the trail you came down from. But, as the sun began to set, the woods darkened. Chilling silence consuming your cries for help, like a predator feeding on its prey. 

“Taehyung-ah, where are you? This isn’t funny.” 

“Taehyung-ah!” Mr. Kim’s voice echoed as he banged on the door, startling the guy from his innocent slumber. 

“Shit.” he sneered, running to the bathroom before turning on the shower and blasting music on your phone as if you were there all along. 

“May, I help you?” Taehyung scoffed, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes as his elbow rested on the door frame. The marks on his face from the knitted pillow and the fluffy hair definitely made his drowsiness look more believable. 

“Sorry, did we wake you? We stopped for some gas and thought maybe, you guys were hungry,” your mom explained, placing a bag of snacks on the table, noticing the lights in the bathroom. 

“Is she still showering?” she glanced back at Taehyung with a raised brow. 

“I guess? I try not to bother her too much, you know … cause she’s been through a lot,” his tone was full of sarcasm, putting extra emphasis on the last part as his dead glare burned through his father’s tense form. 

“Y/n! Kim y/n! Open up!” your mother shouted, banging on the door before stumbling over her feet as it swung open. Scanning the room, the steam was now everywhere as her eyes widened in shock. 

“Honey, is everything alright?” she could barely make out the man’s voice over the music coming from your phone. 

“Beokjin, she’s not here.” 

“Pardon?” Mr. Kim double-checked as his gaze furrowed, pushing past his son. 

“Taehyung-ah where’s y/n?” she exclaimed, frantically opening all the doors, hopeful that this was all a prank.

“Taehyung! What did you do? Where’s y/n?” his father’s eyes darkened, stomping to the quiet boy. 

“Relax, she’s fine. Acting like I killed her or something,” he chuckled, opening up a can of Coke before resting his legs on the sofa. 

“Enough with the jokes. Where’s your sister?” Mr. Kim yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

“Well, last time I checked she was still buried, but you know, anything is possible nowadays,” Taehyung faked a smile, putting out his palm before glancing at the keys in his father’s pocket. 

“What?” 

“Give me the keys and I’ll go get y/n, isn’t that what you want?”

“You left her in the woods?” your mother’s voice broke down as her back hit the wall, hands reaching for nearby support. 

“I didn’t leave her, she chose not to come. You did mention that she’s been acting strange lately,” 

“Taehyung! That’s enough.” his father snapped, pulling him out of the van by the hood of his sweatshirt. 

“Fine. Keys, please,” he teased, fluttering his eyelashes before saluting them goodbye. 

It felt like you were walking in circles. Every turn led to a dead end. No civilization in sight, just you, the trees, and the haunting silence. Not to mention it was pitch black. The only source of light you had was a pathetic little flashlight you found in your backpack. You knew you should have listened to your mother and packed more responsibly, but you weren’t planning on getting stranded. 

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Please …” you whimpered, feeling the rain blend in with tears rolling down your face. How could your mother not realise you were gone? Was it that easy to disappear and not have anyone care?  

The thoughts in your head were screaming for attention. Each one demanded an answer. But, you were just as lost. Numb to everything. Until you felt something move behind you, sending shivers down your spine as you bolted the other way. 

“Hello?” a distant voice echoed from the darkness. 

“Taehyung?” you stopped, blocking the rain from your eyes to get a better glimpse. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, fingers trembling from the nerves. 

“Mam? Are you alright?” a male voice replied, his footsteps inching closer. 

“Hello? I’m here!” you jumped, frantically waving your hands. 

“Mam? It’s okay, you’re fine now,” 

Speeding past an old welcome sign, Taehyung turned on the radio, switching through the stations as his head rested on his hand. 

“Kidnapping of an 18-year-old student reported in the outskirts of Elk Island” 

“Around 6 pm, a missing person case has been filed by a group of hikers travelling Elk Island” 

“Has another innocent soul fallen victim to the hauntings of Elk Island?” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” he growled, body tensing up before slamming on the gas pedal. The rain was viscous. Pouring like tomorrow wasn’t promised. He could barely see through the windshields but time was of the essence. Where were you, y/n? 

“Oh, thank God you’re here … I …” your voice broke as you lit the flashlight towards the incoming silhouette. He was limping, boots covered in mud. 

“Hey, hey … I can’t see, would you mind turning it off?” 

“Oh … I’m sorry,” you replied quietly, sneaking a glimpse at the blood-stained rope in his hand before you felt your back hit something hard. 

“No. I’m sorry,” a familiar voice whispered in your ear, teeth softly grazing your skin.

And, as his hand rested over your heaving chest, he covered your mouth with a cloth, turning your face towards him to admire the way your vision blurred out of focus. It was too dark to make out who it was, especially, with the mask on his face. So, you tried to fight your way out of his grasp, biting his hand and kicking his legs before his hold on your arms tightened. Then, finally, as you felt your knees buckle your eyes rolled back, silence consuming your unconscious body once the chloroform spread through your system.

“Y/n! Kim y/n!” Taehyung screamed, pulling his backpack over his shoulder before grabbing his dad’s hunting gun from the trunk. Walking down the muddy path, he stumbled upon an abandoned car. JJK977. The engine was still on, but no one was inside.

Searching through the glove compartment, he noticed a crumpled piece of paper that was tucked under a pile of Polaroids. The photos were blurry but enough to make out a silhouette. It was lying in one. Walking in another. Almost like being under constant supervision by whoever these belonged to.

Unfolding the stained note, he mouthed the words under his breath, ‘You thought I wouldn’t catch you?’

The Girl That Disappeared | Suspect #2 JJK

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢  

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ w/c: 6.1k ✧ a/n: a lot is going on here but please let me know what you think, mwuah 💓 ✧ taglist: @kookieandjoonberries @whoa-jo @taevestr @smoljimjim @kookxin

@11thenightwemet11 @xumyboo @kingofbodyrolls @jksusawife

“Y/n-ah! I’m leaving, please turn on the security,” your mother’s voice echoed from the entrance as you heard the front door close. She was working on-call today, and while it seemed like you finally had an opportunity to spend some quality time together, the hospital rang her in for an emergency operation at the last minute. 

“Okay, love you,” you yelled from your room, picking up the laundry off the floor before heading downstairs. No one was home. Mr. Kim had a night shift and wouldn’t be back until later and only God knew where Taehyung was. 

Scrolling through your phone, you smiled at the photos Jimin sent you from his parent’s ranch house. It’s been a week since he left, and you couldn’t help but miss him. The two of you haven’t gone this long without seeing each other, so it felt weird not being able to call him over. 

“Y/n, it’s so nice here, you would’ve loved it,” he smiled through the phone, resting his head on the soft pillow. 

“I bet,” you whined. 

“Next time, you’re coming with me, okay? There’s this waterfall I’ve been dying to show you,” 

“Okay … I missed you Jimin-ah,” your voice broke, glossy eyes looking down at the teddy bear he got for your birthday. 

“Y/n-ie, you know I missed you more,” Jimin moved in closer, placing a kiss on his front camera as you glanced up.

“Now, get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, mmhm,”

“Goodnight,” you whispered with a little wave. 

“Sleep tight, angel,” 

He never called after that. All your attempts went straight to voicemail. It was strange, Jimin always valued communication, and never was the type to let you wonder about his whereabouts. Kept you posted even with a little “k”, just to signify that he got the message. But, now, it felt like he was gone. Vanished into thin air, like nothing happened. And, it killed you knowing that you couldn’t do anything about it. 

The clock read 7 am on the dot, which meant that you still had about two hours till the first bell. It was the first day of your period and your cramps were horrendous, to say the least. They’re usually a pain in the ass but never this bad. Looking through the medicine cabinet you rummaged past the bandaids and the gummy vitamins before remembering that Taehyung took the last Ibuprofen for his headache last night. It was ironic how little painkillers you had in the house, knowing that your mom was a doctor. But, it’s because she always preached the importance of letting your body heal naturally. Science could only get you so far, I guess? 

Zipping up your windbreaker, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading outside to the local grocery store until the sound of a slammed door left you frozen in your tracks. It came from upstairs. Looking up at the dark corridor you turned on the lights, following the breeze seeping through the cracks of your room. 

“Taehyung?” you called, hands hovering over the doorknob. No one answered. Why would they? You were the only one in the house, right? 

“Taehyung, if this is one your stupid jok-” you whispered again before facing the empty room. 

No sight of Taehyung, but your window was open, which explained the door. The only problem was that you didn’t remember opening it in the first place. Nonetheless, you would gladly accept this version of the incident over the possibility of some paranormal activity. One problem at a time, please. 

So, you shut your blinds and went back downstairs to turn off the security system before grabbing your bike from the garage. You didn't have a licence, and only got your learners about a month ago, so if no one was home you had to resort to another form of transportation. 

You didn’t mind biking though. Found it rather therapeutic. Loved the alone time it allowed for without the bombardment of life and its constant obstacles. Just you and your thoughts. And, although there was a bit of a fog, it was clear enough to see where you were going. So, you buckled your helmet and went off on your journey to secure some Ibuprofen. 

Exiting the gated community, you biked through the local primary school, passing by a parking lot of sleep-deprived parents rushing to work after dropping off their little ones. It was getting a bit chilly as the wind picked up, so you stopped to put on some mittens and a hat before glancing back at the rustling sound behind the corner. 

“Hello?” 

Again, no one answered. But, that didn’t stop the chills running down your spine, remembering the incident earlier at home. Looking down at your watch, you gasped at the 20 minutes that had already passed, yet, you were nowhere near the grocery store. So, it was time to focus. 

Biking down the empty road, your eyes were scattered across the painted scenery. The old brick houses and the tall trees. The rusted mailboxes and the garden gnomes. It all felt so nostalgic. So close to your heart, as if tethered by the strings of your past. But, the feeling was short-lived. Consumed by the eerie melancholy inching up your skin as you felt someone's presence behind you. 

This time, you weren’t wrong. Covered from head to toe, it looked like a man. Keeping a civil distance, he followed your turns. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Left. Straight. Coincidence or not, this wasn’t a common path that people took. Not many knew of the shortcut. So, you began to speed up, feeling the adrenaline kick in once he did the same. Now, it was a chase. 

Pushing through the burning pain in your calves you picked up the pace, feet firm on the pedals. He didn't pity your fatigue, only fueled it more by inching closer before the two of you were riding side-by-side. Keeping an eye on his uncanny demeanour, you flinched at the sound of a car horn blast through your trembling state as a white Honda glared past you, pointing at the stop sign. 

“I'm sorry,” you whispered under your breath. 

“You're fast,” the man scoffed, tilting his head with a sly grin. That's all you could see. 

“Who are you?” you yelled, voice trembling in panic. 

“I’ll give you a head start, mmhm?” he sneered, changing the gears on his bike. 

Feeling the tightness in your throat, you were gasping for air, dilated pupils scanning the surroundings for help. Unfortunately, as if praying on your downfall, the street was empty. Not a soul in sight. So, you pressed on the pedals, leaving the man in the dust as you prayed that the next turn led to people. 

Gas station. Bingo. 

Hoping off your bike you bolted towards the door. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” the cashier yelled out, furrowed gaze searching the panic on your face. You could feel the flush rise up your cheeks, but the absence of Mr. X occupied your mind. 

“I’m so sorry,” you mouthed, clearly out of breath before dialling Jimin’s phone number. It was like second nature. You didn’t even realise it until your call went straight to voicemail. 

“Oh, right,” a sigh escaped your lips, remembering that he was still MIA.

Looking through your contacts, there was only one more person you could call. But, the possibility of them actually agreeing to help you was as slim as your waist after all that exercise. Nonetheless, you took a deep breath and pressed the call button. 

“Taehyung?” 

“What do you want, y/n?” he scoffed. 

“Right. So, potentially … if you could … would you mind picking me up from the gas station near River Banks?” you whispered, careful with every word as you anticipated his response. 

“Potentially, screw you. What the fuck did you lose there?” 

“It’s kind of a long story but I do need to be at school in about half an hour,” 

“Can I even say no?”

“Last time I checked it was a free country but a dangerous one at that. So, if I'm kidnapped, my blood is on your hands,” 

“You and that victim mentally of yours go way back, huh?” 

“Please, Taehyung. I’ve never asked you for a favour before,” 

“Fine, give me 10 minutes,” he sighed, ending the call before you could even thank the guy. 

The car ride home was quiet. No radio. Windows rolled up. Silence. 

“So, you’re really not gonna tell me?” Taehyung asked with an arched brow, glancing at your stiff form as the light turned red. 

You’ve never been good at lying. Even if your mouth stayed shut, your face would’ve revealed it all. Essentially, there was no running away from the truth in your case. 

“Well … no one was home and I needed medicine so I decided to bike to the grocery store,” you began explaining, avoiding his eyes. 

“Mmhm,”

“And then …” you paused, hesitating the next part. What if Mr. Kim finds out? What if you were blowing this out of proportion? 

“Y/n. You’re making me angry. Just say it,” he scolded, pressing on the pedal. 

“Sorry. Um, so yeah … I was biking and then out of nowhere this man started following me. So, I tried losing him by taking different turns but … ended up getting lost,” 

“You were followed?” there was a slight change in Taehyung’s voice. Less sarcastic, more intrigued. 

“I guess?” 

“Well, did you see what he looked like?” 

“Not, really. He was covered from head to toe. Except …” you gasped, eyes shut as your brain scavenged through its short-term memory, recalling the moment at the stop sign. 

“Yes?” 

“The side of his mouth was … bruised like he got punched or something?” you leaned back into the seat, fidgeting with your rings while Taehyung merged onto the right lane. He was too focused on the road to hear what you said, but as you glanced at his face your eyes widened, spotting the same purple marks. 

“What?” he growled, furrowed gaze glaring back at your parted lips. 

“Nothing.” you chuckled awkwardly, reaching for the radio before his cold hand touched yours. 

“Look me dead in the eyes and tell me.” he sneered, interlocking his fingers with yours. You’ve known each other for almost a year, yet, your shoulders have never even grazed past each other. So, this was strange, to say the least. 

“Tell you what?” you said hushly, gulping down the nerves as he levelled his face to meet your scattering eyes. 

“That you’re scared,” 

“I’m not,” you scoffed, feeling the flush in your cheeks. 

“Good. Because why the fuck would it be me, you dumbass.” his voice got louder with each word, throwing your hand back before rolling down the windows. Finally. Some fresh air. 

Why would it be him, y/n? You weren’t his favourite but, this was too much. Taehyung was a straightforward person, if he hated you he would say it to your face. So, these mind games were really not his thing. But, then again, what’s up with the bruised lip? 

Fixing your uniform you walked into the brightly lit classroom. First period. Physics. No one was in their seats, let alone bothered by the fact that the teacher was almost 10 minutes late. Placing your books on the desk you looked over at the empty seat beside you. Jimin was still gone. No one has heard from him in weeks. 

Bing Bing

Rampaging through your backpack you searched for your phone. You didn’t have time to properly pack because Taehyung was counting down the minutes before he threatened to drive off, so you just threw everything in hoping to fix it during your free period. Scrolling through the notifications your eyes focused on the text message from an unknown number. 

“I missed you.” you mouthed under your breath.

“Sorry everyone, the meeting took a bit longer,” Mr. Choi chuckled softly, speed-walking into the room before ushering everyone to their seats. 

“I missed you?” you whispered again, eyebrows knitted with confusion. Was it Jimin? Did he change his number? 

“Nonetheless, I am pleased to introduce our new transfer student …” 

You couldn’t recognize the area code, so you tried looking it up on the internet but found nothing useful. Was this some kind of a scam? An innocent prank, maybe? 

“Jeon Jungkook” Mr. Choi’s voice suddenly echoed in your ears making you glance up at the dark-haired boy standing in front of the class. Interestingly, he was already looking at you. Hooded gaze focused on the way your demeanour changed completely. 

“Jungkook, feel free to take any empty seat,” 

Bowing to the man, he did exactly that. Slowly passing by the first three rows before stopping by the seat next to you. Nodding his head, he seemed pleased with the pick. 

“Oh, no sorry, Jungkook-ah, that seat belongs to another student,” Mr. Choi called out with a smile that quickly faded as he watched him sit regardless. 

“There’s plenty of options. I’m sure they’ll find another one,” Jungkook muttered with a sly grin, taking out his books before turning his attention to your widened eyes. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he rasped against your hair, gently tucking it behind your ear to fix the back of your collar. His dark orbs flickered down to your parted lips, sending shivers down your spine.

The first kiss you shared with Jungkook was between your eyes. The way his furrowed gaze softened upon seeing you walk down the wooden stairs of your childhood home, in the lavender dress he bought for your birthday. The way he nervously nibbled on his lip ring before caressing the back of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. Everything about him was gentle when it came to you. The way his warm embrace moulded into yours, as you grew to share the same breath, the same heartbeat. One singularity in the form of two lovers. 

He filled the void your father left as you failed to please his expectations. The ones only a son could bear. The nights you spent crying in your room, wishing that your mother didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of raising a daughter, Jungkook was there. Like a knight in shining armour, he always saved you. Hoped to give you the future you deserve if you promised to share it with him. The two of you were inseparable. Attached by the hip. 

Until, one day, you weren’t. 

It’s been a week since Jungkook transferred schools. His seat still next to you. Inches away from the past that tethered your souls. You didn’t talk much. Mentally exhausted from the consequences. But, his eyes. They never lied. Sneaking glimpses across the room, watching your every move. He wanted you to give in, to tell him why you left. Help him understand how someone so close could betray his trust, his loyalty, his love. Jungkook didn’t hate you, wouldn’t let anyone get too close, but he was hurt. You could see it in his eyes. The same eyes that onces sparkled under the shimmering lights of the night sky when you shared your first kiss.

Dipping your feet into the pool you wanted to test the water before running through the new drill your coach crafted for the upcoming swim meet. To put it lightly, it was freezing. Goosebumps all over your skin, nipples cut through glass type of freezing. You would think a school with such a budget could afford a heated pool but beggars can’t be choosers. So, you tucked your hair under the swim camp and started on some stretches. 

“One … two … three …” you breathed out, counting the reps before glancing up at the flickering lights. School ended about an hour ago, so the place was pretty empty except for the janitors and a few teachers who stayed back to work on some grading. There was no practice today, but you had a spare key to the pool, so it was just you and the water. 

“Hello?” you called out, covering yourself with the towel. No response. 

“Sorry, this is a closed practice,” you shouted out again, hearing footsteps coming from the changing rooms. 

“Hel-” 

The lights went out. Goosebumps covered your skin, heart beat through the roof. Now what? 

“This isn't funny. Turn the lights back on!”

No one answered, but the footsteps inched closer. You could sense that they were near but it was too dark to make out a figure. Then, he chuckled. Subtle but devious chuckle. Like it was all premeditated. 

“Where is it?” a voice echoed, bouncing off the four walls. It was familiar. 

“Jungkook? Is that you?” you gasped, looking over your shoulder, hands trembling in fear.  

“Where is it, y/n?” his tone was firm. 

“Where's what?” 

“Don't act dumb, love,” he sneered, hands hovering over your waist making you flinch at the sudden feeling. The smell of his vanilla musk lingered in the air as you matched each other’s breathing, skin to skin. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, chest heaving up from the tension. 

“Where’s my baby?” he rasped against your ear pushing your frail body into the water as his hold around your waist tightened. Eyes squeezed shut, you began to kick him off of you. But he was stronger, assertive, more needy. Gasping for air you felt the water seep into your lungs, nails digging into his skin as a warning to bring you back to the surface.  

However, once you were up, he would have more questions. Questions you didn’t have the heart to answer. But, Jungkook deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt. Because, deep down, your father’s abuse wasn’t the only reason you left. 

You didn’t remember much of that night thanks to the five whiskey shots that pulsed through your veins. Intoxicated your system till you became numb. Unaware of the dangers around you and vulnerable to those with bad intentions. Until it was too late. 

“Stop … please …” you whimpered, flinching at the feeling of his tongue on your breast. Parted lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, wrists red from his tight hold as your arms stayed pinned over your head. But your cries for help were as worthless as the consent he never got. 

Until the door slammed open and Jungkook’s irate gaze saw your lifeless body buried under the weight of another man. No amount of restraint could hold him back. He was flammed with rage. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook growled, pushing the guy onto the floor as blood covered his fist. And, as the four walls caved in, your world fell apart. 

But, you could barely open your eyes, let alone get up. Too ashamed to move anyways and the migraine only made it worse. Searching for your top your heart ached with pain once you saw Jungkook’s hollow orbs swelled with tears as he wiped the blood off his face. He looked defeated, almost as unconscious as the man on the floor. Stepping over the body with one hand on his side he whimpered, biting down the pain in his ribs before covering you with his jacket. 

“We have to go.” he muttered, picking you up bridal style. 

“Koo, we can’t just leave him,” you yelled out, worried gaze searching his pale face. 

“It’s nothing fatal, he’ll be fine,” Jungkook scoffed, feeling the tightness in his throat as he glanced down at your saddened eyes.

Tension consumed the air. It was suffocating. 

“Jungkook, please slow down.” you exclaimed, tightening your hold on the seatbelt. And, although his glare was focused on the road, he couldn’t hear you. Too occupied by the burning pit in his stomach. It didn’t take long until the dashboard flashed warning signals as his speed reached 200 km/h. You were virtually flying. Yet, there was no end to his high. 

Reaching for his cold hand you tried to snap him out of it before the car suddenly stopped. 

“Oh, shit!” Jungkook yelled out, protecting you from the impact, as your body swung forward. 

Eyes squeezed shut, your hands trembled in fear. He hit someone. You hit someone. Fidgeting with your seatbelt you desperately tried to get out and help the crouched man on the ground. He wasn’t bleeding but his skin looked burnt. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook jerked you back, tightening his hold on your arm as he pressed on the pedal. 

“What are you doing? We have to go back!” you yelled with a furrowed gaze. 

“Jungkook!” you threw a few hits at his chest, reaching for the steering wheel as the car swerved along the bumpy road. 

“Enough!”

You couldn’t recognize him. He never raised his voice at you. Barely ever argued. But, now, Jungkook felt so distant. So cold. 

“Fine.” you whispered, digging your nails into your palms. It felt like a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. Stuck in a maze of despair, robbed of peace and the possibility that it was all in your head. That none of it was real. 

But it was. And, it would only get worse. 

Unlocking his front door, Jungkook stepped aside, letting you go first, hesitant with his touch. Furrowed gaze fixated on the ground, his head hung low, heavy with thoughts. Tucking onto the ankle straps of your heels you hissed out of frustration, vision blurring in and out of focus. 

“I can do it myself.” you scoffed, as he bent down to help. You didn’t mean to sound rude but there’s only so much one can endure before the sun sets. It was exhausting. 

“I know you can but let me,” he muttered softly.

And, for a moment there was silence. No words were exchanged. No one knew what to say. Feared that something else would go wrong. But your eyes, they were screaming. 

“Koo?” you whispered, caressing his cheek as he inched closer, burying his face into the warmth of your palm. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook blurted, gripping your dress. 

You weren’t his first love but you were his first love. And, he promised to always keep you safe, fight for the beating of your heart until the air was stripped away from his lungs. But, he failed. 

“I’m sorry for letting you get hurt” his voice was quiet, shaky. Glossy eyes looking up at your trembling lips. 

“Baby, you saved me.” you exclaimed softly, pulling him into your embrace, feeling the tension in his body slowly dissipate. 

“Nothing happened, right?” he whispered into your skin. 

“Nothing,” you said hushly. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

To be honest, you didn’t remember what happened. Only the scars remained witness, your body painted like a canvas with purple hues of abuse. But, nothing happened, right? 

“How do you know about the baby?” you questioned with an arched brow, trying your best to stay afloat as Jungkook inched closer. 

“Oh, y/n, you always underestimated the power of a small town. News here spreads faster than wildfire.” he grinned, resting his hands on your waist before your back hit the concrete. 

That night, when you layed on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, the puzzle pieces began to come together. Something did happen. Something that didn’t belong to Jungkook. You were raped and on very thin ice with your father who was ready to kick you out of the house if you didn’t oblige his threats. The ones that entailed getting rid of the baby, and clearing up the family name. But, you couldn’t bear to lose someone so close, so innocent. 

So, you didn’t. You hid the pregnancy from everyone. Of course, your mom knew but you didn’t want to risk getting her into trouble with your father, whose behaviour worsened with each fight. Completely unhinged, he couldn’t be stopped.

But, when he slammed you against the kitchen cabinet while you stood in front of your mother’s trembling body you finally felt it. The striking pain in your abdomen that travelled up your pelvis and into your back. The pooling of blood that rolled down your leg, marking your clothes with the loss of your baby. And every day since then, you wondered. Wondered what life would feel like without the constant longing to be whole again. 

“And, hey, thanks for this,” Jungkook teased with a sly wink, parading the dove necklace Mr. Kim gifted you for your graduation. 

“Give it back Jungkook, this isn’t funny.” you snapped, reaching for his hand before his hold on your waist tightened, pulling you in. 

“You stole something from me, now it’s my turn,” he rasped against your ear, nibbling on the soft skin. Inches apart, his heavy gaze flickered down to your lips. 

“Hmm, I haven’t swam in a while but I think I can make the team, right captain?” Jungkook glanced up, searching your furrowed expression. 

Unfortunately, he did make the team. If you couldn’t tell already, he was a crowd favourite. Always managed to get what he wanted, even with minimal effort. Simply put, life just seemed to work out for Jungkook. 

So, when the team went on to win the Nationals your coach decided to splurge and take everyone out for the weekend. Nothing special. Just a trip to the next town over. He rented a bus, but if you had a ride you could just meet everyone there. Sadly, both your mom and Mr. Kim were busy with work and Taehyung closed the door on you when you asked, so that seemed like a hard pass.

“Damn, Mr. Lim couldn't wait till sunrise?” your friend teased as the two of you waited by the school entrance. It was just shy of 7 am, but the sky was grey and foggy. 

“That's what I'm saying. I couldn't even sleep yesterday,” you scoffed, feeling the puffiness around your eyes. Something about the little getaway fueled your nervous system to stay alert the whole night. Was it excitement? Fear?Anxiousness? Only time will tell. 

“It's fine, in about 5 minutes we should already be hitting the road. And, hey, I brought the book you asked for,” she exclaimed, digging through her bag. 

“Nice! Fair warning though, I will be taking my beauty slumber as soon as we get on or else I might just die,” the two of you chuckled before collecting your stuff noticing the bus turn into the school parking lot. 

Heading up the stairs you were welcomed by an older gentleman. 

“Hel-” his words were cut off by the shouting outside. 

“Y/n!” 

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” you giggled awkwardly, turning back to see who was making all that noise.

“Y/n, get in. I'll drive.” Jungkook urged with no hesitation, patting the passenger seat. 

“That's not necessary,” you scoffed, arms crossed over your chest. 

“That wasn't a question.” a sly grin covered his face. 

Parking his Mercedes in front of the bus, you looked back at the old man who was busy checking in the other students to notice Jungkook’s stubborn act. Well, shit. 

“Fine.” you muttered, ushering him to open the trunk.

As promised, you fell asleep almost immediately, suppressing the daunting feeling inside your chest. Jungkook didn’t mind, and kept as quiet as possible, reclining your seat before covering you with his jacket. It was better that the two of you didn’t speak. This gave him the perfect opportunity to look at you without being threatened. 

The drive was supposedly only 4 hours, but the rain lengthened the process. 

“Hhmm?” you flinched from the sound of hail hitting the glass window. 

“Sleep well?” Jungkook whispered, glancing at your drowsy eyes. 

“Yeah,” you muttered, stretching your back. 

“Are you hungry? We will have to stop at a motel, it’s too dangerous to drive.” 

“Alright. Let me just text Yuri then,” you said, unzipping your bag. 

“No need, I already let Mr. Lim know,” he winked, pulling into the parking lot. 

Mother Nature was pissed and decided to take it out on all of us. So, it wasn’t long until the two of you were drenched from head to toe. 

“Quickly, let’s go!” Jungkook exclaimed, grabbing your hand before locking the car. 

The place wasn’t brand new, per se, but it served its purpose. As soon as you walked in, you were welcomed by what could only be described as a parade of taxidermy deer heads mounted onto the wall with a complimentary coffee station by the corner. 

“I'll be right with you!” a female voice echoed from the back room. 

Glancing at the water dripping down your face Jungkook chuckled, pulling you in to wipe the excess with his sleeve. 

“You okay?” he hummed, levelling his head until your eyes met. 

“Cold,” you muttered, nibbling on your lip before turning him back towards the front desk. 

“Right, so sorry for the wait. What can I do for you, dear?” an older woman exclaimed with a soft smile. 

“Oh, no worries at all! We’re just looking for a room for the night,” Jungkook explained, pulling out his wallet. 

“Of course! Are you two a couple by any chance?” she giggled, dimples popping out on both cheeks as your mouth dropped. 

“Oh, n-” you scoffed before his glare pierced through you. 

“Shhh, let her finish, love,” 

“Well, it’s just that Saturdays are usually our couple specials. You get a 30% discount!” she clapped, admiring what you assumed she thought to be the epitome of young love standing in front of her. 

“Lucky us, then,” Jungkook clapped as well, inching your stiff body closer to make it more believable.

“Go us!” you smiled awkwardly, patting his chest before whispering something in his ear. Don’t get too excited. 

Placing a gentle peck on your forehead he grabbed the bags, following the sweet lady towards your room. 

“Alrighty, here it is! If you need anything I’m just a call away.” 

“Thank you!” the two of you said in unison, unlocking the door. 

One bed. 

“So, how is it?” Jungkook asked, laying out his jacket on the cabinet to dry. 

“You’re sleeping on the floor.” a teasing chuckle escaped your parted lips. 

“The rain will stop soon. I doubt we’ll even need the bed,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. 

“What? We wasted all that money for nothing?”  

“Well, first of all, I paid. And, we got a discount, remember?” 

“I'm sorry. I'll pay you back,” your gaze lowered from the sudden guilt, fingers fidgeting with your rings. 

“Are you kidding? I would pay triple to spend more time with you,” his tone was genuine, pupils dilated at your timid state. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered. 

“If only you knew how much I missed it,” he tilted his head back on the wall, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“What?” 

“Hearing you say my name,”

“I thought we hated each other,” you muttered, folding your hands over your chest.

“You did. I just loved the thrill of it,” 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss it too. In hindsight, your feelings were always suppressed but obvious to the naked eye. To his eyes. However, just because you miss something, doesn’t mean you have to go back. Sometimes, the door is better off closed. Hidden deep in your subconscious mind, buried under a pile of broken promises. 

“I’m going to shower.” you blurted in a hurry, walking past him to avoid the thoughts running through your head. 

The water was cold no matter which way the faucet turned, so you had to be quick unless catching hypothermia was on the list of things Mr. Lim wanted you to experience over this trip. If so, then you were ahead of the game. 

Wrapping yourself with a towel you washed off your makeup, combing your hair with a detangling brush before getting startled by the swinging of the door, hitting your side. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done.” 

“Sorry, it’s cold,” Jungkook whined, welcoming himself in. 

“Did you try putting on a shirt?” you scoffed, eyeing his naked chest before his furrowed gaze caught you red-handed. 

“It’s wet, smartass. And, I didn’t want to put new clothes on before showering.” 

“Well, go stand over there and face the wall,”

“Are you shy?” he teased, leaning on the counter. 

“Well, I’m not comfortable.” you hissed, tightening the fabric around your body. 

“I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, y/n,” Jungkook grinned, eyes squeezed shut as if reminiscing the good old days. 

“You don’t have to remind me. I'll be taking that sin to the grave,” 

But it was too late. Lips inches apart, your chest heaved up from the intensity of his heavy gaze, eyeing your form from top to bottom. Tilting your chin with his fingers, he leaned closer. 

“We can’t,” you blurted, hands hovering over his chest. 

“No?” he glanced at your scattering eyes, pressing your palm against his burning skin. 

“What about Soojin?” 

“What about her?” 

“Seems like you guys were hitting it off pretty well,” you hissed, looking past his glare. 

“Meh … not my type,” Jungkook scoffed, eyes flickering down your lips.

“Oh, really?” 

“Why? Was y/n jealous?” he said with a sly grin, tracing his fingers up your thigh. 

“Soojin, is not your type? Ha! Hard to believe when she was all over you a few days ago.” your tone was low, annoyed at the whole thing. You were jealous. Fine. Whatever. Moving right along. 

“Hmm, is that so? Then what does that say about us? If I leave a trail of kisses down your neck, does that mean you're my type?” he whispered in your ear, pulling your body onto the counter before finding himself between your legs. 

“I'm not your type,” you chuckled, ignoring the obvious tension. 

“I could've been a dad by now and you're questioning if you're my type? Really?” Jungkook teased, resting his forehead on yours.  

“Jungkook, the baby wasn’t yours.” you said firmly, palms holding his face to make sure he was paying attention. 

“But, it was yours. And, what’s yours is mine. Isn’t that right?” he winked, fingers intertwined with yours. Then it happened. The long-awaited kiss. And, although you knew this wasn’t the best of your decisions, you didn’t mind revisiting this door, at least for the time being.

Until that night. The night in the forest. When a locked door was the only thing separating you and Jungkook. 

“Call him. Let's see if he actually cares,” you could see the grin smear across the man’s masked face, as your blood-shot eyes swelled with tears. 

Hands tied behind your back, you watched him press the call button, turning the phone towards you before resting his knife right under your chin. 

“Jungkook!” you cried out with a shaky voice.

Ring Ring 

“Oh, shit, where’s my phone,” Jungkook exclaimed, patting his pockets before reaching for the glove compartment. 

“What the fuck?”

His eyes widened. It was you. Rather, snapshots of you. One’s that he had no recollection of taking. But, they looked strange. As if you also weren’t aware of them being captured. 

Call from 647-568-0349. Call from y/n-ie❤️ 

An automated voice broadcasted through the speaker system set up in his garage.

“Y/n?” Jungkook yelled out, bolting towards the locked door. 

“Jungkook … please …” you whimpered, feeling the tip of the knife poke into your skin as your chest heaved up.   

“What the fuck? Why won’t it open?” Jungkook growled, fidgeting with the knob before banging on the wooden door. But, no one was home. 

“Please … please … pick up.”

Running back into his car, he turned on the engine, scattering eyes looking back at the empty driveway until the garage door began closing on its own. 

And within seconds, he was trapped. No way in or out. But, the engine was still on, running inside the confined space. Gaseous fumes slowly intoxicating the air he was forced to breathe. 

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook coughed, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“Please …” you kept trying, hoping to hear his sweet voice on the other line. Completely naive to the carbon monoxide that was now spreading through his lungs. 

“Help!” he cried out, feeling the tightness in his throat. 

“Jungk-” you gasped, widened eyes glaring back at the masked man. 

“Tsk … what a shame.” he sneered, ending the call abruptly before piercing through the phone.

“Oh, angel, it’s okay. We can wait if you wish. Hopefully, his lungs don’t collapse,” he rasped against your hair, cold touch sending shivers down your back as you felt your heart sink.

Amazing, fantastic, unbelievable, one of a kind, phenomenal👏🏼 i loved everything about this😭😭😭 just, everything was just PERFECT i cant even put it to words, like when oc was a bout to confess and started to drift away from tae, i felt that. And all the play descriptions were so GOOOOODDDD

good luck charm | kth

summary: kim taehyung has nearly everything he’s ever dreamed of: an apartment in new york city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. but even still, there’s one thing missing—love. and when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every i and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.

{friends to lovers!au, roommates!au, actor!au}

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love word count: 11k a/n: a huge thank you to MK for commissioning me for this piece–i hope it’s everything you dreamed of!!!! these are tough times, but i hope this can serve as a distraction to everyone!! please stay safe and wash your hands! if you’re interested in commissioning me, check out this post! also, if the pictures are unclear, click on them for higher resolution!

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words are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you (taeguk)

part one-intro (updates every Thursday)

pairing: taeguk

word count-418

genres-fluff

Jeon Jeongguk is in love with two things: words and Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk was in love with two things.

Words were one of them. He was beyond in love with words, and the way the flowed together to create beautiful stories. He loved the way words formed tales for little children to hear, the way they would giggle at them in their favorite book, or at a certain, mildly inappropriate words that seemed oh so forbidden to their little ears. He loved the endlessness of words; no one could ever learn every words possible, and new words were getting created every day. He loved how simplistic they are, and how grand they are.

Kim Taehyung was the other. He was beyond in love with Kim Taehyung, and the way he made his heart beat faster than a rollercoaster. He loved the moles that covered Taehyung's skin that he loved to plant kisses over, and how he would sometimes pinch the fat between them to create little elephants on his body. He loved the unconditional love Taehyung supplies him with; no one would ever be able to love him the same way as Taehyung did, and he didn’t want anyone else to. He loved how simplistic he was, and how grand he was.

And although he loved words so much, he has never been able to put a word to how he felt for Kim Taehyung.

A bit of an oxymoron, isn’t it? The thing he loves most he cannot apply to the other thing he loves most.

Jeongguk thought hard about how he felt for Kim Taehyung, the twenty-three year old artist who managed to capture the boy’s heart, and he’s never been able to identify it. Love wasn’t strong enough. Passion wasn’t strong enough. Enchantment wasn’t strong enough either.

There are no possible labels Jeon Jeongguk can put on his feelings for Kim Taehyung. Instead of sitting in his bed at dark thinking about it, and never being able to find an answer, he decided upon finding words to describe the wonderous Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jeongguk wasn’t sure if he could describe anything about Taehyung using any words at all. Taehyung belonged in an epic prom by Homer, or to be seated in the sky with the gods. But, if Jeongguk wasn’t able to describe how he felt about Taehyung, he was going to find words to describe him, and hopefully they’d lead him to the answer he’d been looking for forever. But, there’s just one problem.

How does someone describe some who is unable to be described?

a/n: tell me what you think! have a good morning/night/afternoon!

the glow up (6) | kth, pjm

pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 3k

warnings: cheating, explicit smut: heavy making out...like HEAVY, in a pool, oral (f receiving), shower sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slow burn, feelings, slut shaming, slight exhibitionism, alcohol use, choking, small daddy kink, taehyung calls you princess, swearing

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Taehyung let his feet sink into the water, warmed by the body heat from the many ex-classmates of his who populated the pool. He stared out onto the horizon, the suburban hills a largely underwhelming contrast to the party vibes. He felt a presence come beside him, and the overwhelming designer perfume scent let him know it was Hobi.

“What’s up champ? Got eyes on anyone tonight?” Hobi asked, placing his hand on Tae’s back playfully. Taehyung simply sighed.

He was playing a losing game. He knew from the moment he kissed you that it was a mistake. He knew you would pick Jimin in the end, and he would get heartbroken.

But somehow he couldn’t deny you. Whenever you would text to hang out, his heart would flutter. He did his best to make as much time for you as he could this summer, soaking up every word you said, every smile you sent his way. He knew you just wanted him to have sex. But he enjoyed your company more than you knew.

He was an idiot. He pushed you too far too fast, he understood more than anyone why you needed freedom to explore your body and sexuality. You had insecurities you needed to deal with. You weren’t ready. You never were.

“I don’t think so…maybe I’ll just double team with Jungkook” Taehyung faked a laugh. Hobi gave him a fist bump.

“Fucking Jimin almost started a fight with him, so I sent them and Y/n inside to sort their shit out” Taehyung felt his stomach flip.

“Oh yeah” He couldn’t even find it within himself to pretend to look amused. He was pouting. He didn’t even care. He knew exactly what Jungkook was likely going to make of the situation, and he knew you would let him. Jungkook, like him, was more promiscuous, and had a bad reputation behaving with girls, but he never expected him to treat an old friend the same way. He called him out, but Jungkook did not have any apologies.

“She likes it Tae. I guarantee it” Jungkook had said before Taehyung almost punched him in the face.

“I hate this” Taehyung muttered, tilting his head up as he felt his eyes getting wet. The prospect of you having sex with Jungkook hurt him a bit too much. He shouldn’t care, it was your life. You guys weren’t exclusive at all. He hadn’t been loyal to you either. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Taehyung groaned in frustration. Hobi chuckled.

“You’re in love with her”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He hated that he understood what you were going through. He hated that he was able to read your every thought and understand your every desire. He hated what you were doing to him.

“You should at least tell her. She probably doesn’t think she has a genuine shot with you. Let her know her options.”

“She’s not gonna pick me over Jimin” Taehyung laughed, “Jimin is her best friend. She literally can’t go a fucking week without him. Even if she dated me, she would still go to him for everything because he knows her better”

“You should give yourself more credit. From what I’ve heard anyway, Jimin’s been sort of a little bitch to her about all this. Some people are just meant to be friends, others maybe something more. Let me tell you…” Hobi wandered off onto a tangent about his own relationship and Taehyung tuned out. He downed the bitter watery beer left over in his cup, mentally noting to go for something stronger next time. His phone vibrated.

jungkook: ur girls tits are fire

Yeah. He definitely needed something much stronger

You woke up slowly to the sound of a booming base, realizing quickly that the party was still going on. You tried to turn but Jimin’s cock was still inside you. You smiled.

“Jimin, wake up” You called out softly, reaching your hand to stroke his head which was lazily muffled into your neck. He mumbled something incoherent, the vibrations of his voice on your skin making you blush. His body was sticky with sweat and you were both a mess. “Let’s freshen up, I don’t wanna miss the whole party come on” You nudged him and he stirred. You slowly rolled away, his cock sliding out of you causing him to groan in frustration, reaching out blindly for you on the mattress.

“Where’d you goooo” He complained, his eyes finally opening slightly. Seeing your naked figure sitting besides him he simply couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

“I’m gonna go freshen up.” You informed him, kissing his forehead slightly. “I feel gross”

Jimin sat up and cupped your face. “Y/n…wait…let’s just sort this out. I hated what just happened okay. I’m sorry but I did. I don’t want to share you. Be my girlfriend. Let’s fucking just date. I’m sorry I’ve been moody and a jerk, but beyond all that you know I adore you more than anyone in the world. No amount of distance has been able to get in the way of you and me. Let’s try this out. Let’s date”

The look in his eyes was pleading, like he was a frail piece of glass that was about to shatter. Your gut screamed no. Say no. But your heart did not want to see that light in his gaze fade. You nodded your head.

“Yeah…let’s date”

-

You found yourself back at the pool. The sun had set, and the rainbow colored lights made the place look magical. You really wanted to dance, the music was loud and the songs were perfect. You should feel happy, you finally had a boyfriend. But instead you felt like someone was choking you— you couldn’t breathe. You looked across the pool to see a drunk Taehyung splashing around wildly with a few girls. He wrapped his hands around one and spun her around, giggling like a mess. You wanted to be her. You wanted to play and goof off but you couldn’t.

Unknowingly a tear ran down your cheek. You put your hands in your palms, allowing your tears to fall freely. Why were you so unsatisfied? You had the perfect guy in your hands, so why were you unhappy?

You felt a wet hand on your knee, quickly wiping your eyes to see Taehyung in the water below you. He was shirtless, hair soaked, a drunken gleam in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked sweetly. You had no idea how he was managing to be nice while he was drunk. Taehyung was a wild drunk, you knew this well.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it” You stated dryly. You couldn’t bear to look at Taehyung too long, you just felt like breaking down even more. Taehyung sighed and pulled you into the pool.

“Let it happen” He whispered, bringing you into his embrace. He rand his wet hand through your hair before holding the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. “Don’t think. Just don’t think” His words brushed up against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, your arms finding their way around his neck, pulling yourself as close to him as you possibly could get. Taehyung held you tight and floated the two of you towards the back of the pool.

You couldn’t stop, your lips attached like magnets. He kissed you long and sweet, and you responded to his every move with even more eagerness. Your pulse races, and you felt a tingling sensation run through your chest as you shut your eyes, focusing on the hot feeling of his mouth against yours. He paused, barely aware from your face to inhale quickly. His sparkling eyes were gorgeous under the florescent lights, his pink hair almost glowing against the darkness. “Hold your breath” You nodded quickly as he captured your lips again and dragged you under the water.

The music went quiet, everything was still. All you could feel was wetness and Taehyung all over you. You let your hands find his face holding your mouth against him. Your lungs constricted as you lost air but you didn’t care. It was serenity. Taehyung’s hands moved to your hips and as if you could read his mind you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He picked you up and rose you back above the water. You both gasped for breath, smiling wide into each other’s eyes before kissing yet again. You looked around quickly to see that quite a few people were staring at you guys, which only made you smile even wider. Taehyung watched your gaze and giggled slightly.

“You just love putting on a show don’t you princess”

You turned to admire the man who held you. His soaked hair, gorgeous eyes and toned body. His lush lips and sweet voice. He winked at you and you felt your heart explode, blushing furiously. You buried your face into his chest in embarrassment. Taehyung motioned for the crowd of observers to leave the two of you alone as he rested his back against the pool wall, continuing to hold you close.

Taehyung stroked your cheek like you were a prized gem that he couldn’t believe he got his hands on. When your eyes met again your blood rushed and you kissed him furiously, whimpering softly. “Easyyy princess”

“I can’t get enough” You exhaled, barely able to speak. Your lips throbbed, swelling from the contact but you just wanted more. “Tae let’s get out of here. I want you” Your tongue traced his mouth and you softly bit his bottom lip, dragging it teasingly.

Taehyung hesitated, as if the liquid courage in his veins drained at the reality that you were not his to have. He could never say no to you. You were too amazing. He loved you far too much.

“Whatever you want princess” He playfully bit at your nose before lifting you out of the pool. You got out, water dripping from your clothes and helped drag Taehyung up as well. He grabbed himself a towel, rubbing it through his hair, and you almost drooled. He then grabbed another one and wrapped it around your shoulders so that it covered your chest.

Hobi walked over to the two of you, clapping his hands. “Wow what a performance. That was hot” He pinked your cheek playfully and smiled fondly. “You two are more than welcome to use my room” You stiffened, remembering what all had transpired on Hobi’s bed earlier. Suddenly the water on your body felt heavy. You felt gross.

“Think I could use a shower first” Taehyung stated, patting your ass lightly and squeezing it. He winked at Hobi who nodded. Taehyung took your hand into his and led you down to Hobi’s bathroom. Unbeknownst to Taehyung, you tried to hide your face with your towel. After all, Jimin was still around here somewhere. And you totally just cheated on him.

Hobi’s bathroom was as impressive as the rest of his house. The shower was spacious, clear glass walls and marble tile. Taehyung began to peel off his drenched attire. He then proceeded to undress you, almost tearing your tube top as it stubbornly stuck to your skin.

You had forgot how drunk Taehyung was but he reminded you soon enough, as your tits popped out and he went right to them, growling as he sucked harshly. His fingers found your clit and started to explore your folds, causing you to limply fall further into his embrace. He stopped to look into your eyes again, unaware of the heat soaring through your cheeks.

“Do you want to try something?” He said, his words beginning to slur slightly. You nodded and he smirked, pulling you into the shower, and turning the warm rain on. Taehyung dropped to his knees, pressing you against the glass wall and began to kiss your clit softly, letting his tongue peak through and flick against it. Your hands found his hair and your pushed his head towards you as he let his tongue slide out more, lathering you up and licking every crevice. Sensation was building up with every move and you felt like your chest would explode. It felt so good, but you missed the feeling of his body against yours.

“Tae…tae…kiss me” You pleaded. He spat on your pussy and used his tongue to mix his saliva with your arousal. You twitched as his he became harsher. “Tae”

He was not listening, too engrossed in eating up every last drop of you. He sucked, pushed his tongue into your core, pushing your thighs further and further apart. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn’t want to cum yet. You wanted to look into his eyes. You wanted to feel his lips on your body. The shower continued to hit your chest, rolling down onto Taehyung’s head. He rose up, licking his lips, with a feral look in his eyes. He grabbed your neck and brought his face close to you. His grip tightened and you squirmed, unsure of what he was about to do.

He watched as droplets of water trickled down from your forehead, over your supple blushed cheeks, down your bruised lips, off your chin and down the valley of your heaving breasts. “I love you” His breath hitched. “I love you y/n” He choked you harder, your breath escaping you. He let his nose drag against your face, from your ear down your neck. He bit into your collar, sucking your skin harshly to mark you.

“Taehyung I can’t breathe” You yelped. He released his grip and you took a deep breath. Your vision was hazy, the hot fumes of the water and the lack of oxygen pushing you into a feeling of light headedness. Taehyung wasted no time in pinning your hands above you and slowly pushing his now rock hard cock into you.

You couldn’t really feel what was happening, desperately trying to breathe as Taehyung bottomed out. His chest pressed against yours and his lips barely an inch from yours. Keeping one hand holding yours, he gripped your hips with the other and began pummeling into you roughly. He smacked your thigh when he felt you try to close your legs, your pussy sore from the harsh movements. He began to slow down, rolling his hips more so you could really feel his cock hit you in all the best places. 

Your pussy clenched, causing him to moan out. “Is my little princess gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on daddy’s big cock hm? Your such a little whore for me. You love the way daddy’s dick feels in your little tight pussy don’t you? Hm?” He growled into your ear, his words sending you further and further over the edge. His thrusts became slow but harsh, as he grunted with each one, feeling his cock go as deep inside you as it could.

A wave of shock washed over you as your reached your high, your body twitching immensely. Taehyung began to rub your clit furiously as he felt you orgasm, helping you through it. You screamed out with pleasure, Taehyung cooing at you to keep going. Your ecstasy did not relent, his rapid fingering pushing you straight into another orgasm causing you to yell out his name like a prayer.

Taehyung rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you with both his hands now and let you grab his hair. He pounded into your drenched pussy as you both continued to soak under the pouring shower. “Say it…tell me you love me y/n…or are you really just the little whore they all say you are” He bit the lobe of your ear, making you gasp out at the unexpected rush of pleasure.

“Taehyung…fuck you feel so good” You whimpered at the overstimulation. You felt Taehyung smile. What you couldn’t see was Taehyung head lifting up to make eye contact with a certain someone at the door of the bathroom.

Now fully awake from his nap, Jimin stood, shocked at what he was seeing. The way you were so intimately being fucked by Taehyung, the way you moaned out his name, the way your hands were clenched in his hair as water poured down on the both of you. Taehyung’s eyes were sinister. His smirk as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears.

“Say it princess. Say you love me.” He mumbled, thrusting in extra hard and making you scream.

“I…” You couldn’t think straight, feeling a second high coming, “Fuck…more Tae more…I’m so close, you feel so good. Taehyungggg” You panted feverishly, “Yes baby, I love you, I love you so much. I love you more than anything baby ahhhh” The orgasm hit you, and your pussy squeezed Taehyung’s cock so violently that he came then and there too, all while not looking away from Jimin for a second. Taehyung then kissed you, continuing to hold you against the glass.

“I love you” You panted, cupping his cheeks as he kissed you softly. Jimin felt like he was going to throw up. He couldn’t see your eyes—he didn’t even want to. His heart was absolutely shattered.

He felt tears coming on strong. This was his soul mate. His best friend. Did she really not love him back? Was this really happening? Jimin clenched his fists. Memories of your sweet laugh, your endless nights with him talking about everything. You were home to him, and now he felt as though he had lost everything. Were you really that desperate for cock? That you would ruin your relationship with you best friend? Why didn’t you just say no if you didn’t love him? Why did you say you wanted him when you didn’t?

Jimin’s thoughts ran a million miles a second and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

He dropped to the floor crying.

Who were you? Where was his y/n? Did this glow up destroy the beautiful girl he fell in love with?

A/N: next chapter will be the ending!! thanks for following along & all your support, i hope you enjoyed it:) wonder who y/n will finally go with....

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Disclaimer: these stories are purely fiction. all events that are written are not real and the characters are based on bts but not necessarily exactly the same characteristic-wise. in some scenarios, I do not condone unmoral behavior committed. these fics are purely written as a hobby by me and for fun as well as for practice in writing. I'm also drunk on dumb bitch juice. thank you.

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dusk till dawn | kth.

pairing. taehyung x female! reader

genre/prompt. misunderstandings, marriage! au, angst

word count. 1.2k

content.  none questionable, maybe hinted cheating? but it’s a misunderstanding so not entirely

synopsis. You trusted him with your heart, but after seeing him with another, could you again?

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! It’s not based off the song of the same name but I did listen to it while writing. This is my last square in the row I chose :) Everything flowed out surprisingly quickly for this one. Like it took one hour at most, but I’m proud of it. 

    The flickering of lights showed little solace to the broken heart which you nursed. As you clutched your body, shaking with the sobs which consumed it, the broken pieces of your heart before you seemed to mock your naïveté. You’d placed the entirety of your trust on his palm only for him to close it and crush it. It’s not as though you could deny yourself of his blatant infidelity. You’d watched it happen after all. The Louboutin stilettos you’d picked for today which were once on your feet laid at the door of your shared bedroom with the one which you though was your beloved. You’d dressed up to surprise him and yet, all you’d found once you neared his office was your heart cracking. The journey home was filled with questions of superficial concern uttered by those which served your husband, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but nod and send a watery fake smile. Every minute you’d spent replaying the scene you walked into caused your heart to shatter just a bit more, making it so by the time you walked numbly into the bedroom, your knees buckled and your face gave out. Your face of pretense was unable to be kept any longer than it already had been put up. No, everything was not okay.

    You weren’t meant to walk into that, that much you were aware. After all, why would it be intended for you to find your husband with his shareholder’s mouth on his? No, you hadn’t stayed long enough to watch as he pushed her forcibly away from himself and break their contract. How could you stay that long? Your weakened heart didn’t allow it. You’d read too much about this, all of your friends had gone through this, everyone had told you of the possibility of this. An affair. Your vehement refusal of the fact that your husband, sweet and lovesick Kim Taehyung, would partake in such a vile thing. He was always similar to a lost puppy when it came to you after all. He’d worked so hard to get you, it was almost laughable how it’d never popped into your mind. The biggest question in your mind as you laid on the floor of the darkened bedroom who’s only light was that of a candle was ‘what do I do now?’. A fairly simple question which would garner several answers with which you, however, did not want to partake in. As much as it devastated you, you couldn’t bring yourself to loathe him. As much as every breath with his betrayal in your mind hurt, you didn’t want to end things with him. Even if it hurt, you wanted him by your side. You wanted—no, needed— to forget what you saw. Your body and mind craved for him reassurance, his warmth. If he denied and was not truthful, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

    The soft thumping of sock clad feet resounded, nearing the door you had shut in haste to hide yourself to the world. The soft knocking went not unnoticed, but ignored by you. It wasn’t until you felt the familiar warmth of your lover pressed to your back and his soft lips meeting your cold skin in comfort that you reacted at all. Your sobs had subsided, but as his broad frame embraced your smaller one, you’d started to let out cries of despair. He whispered simple words of comfort, attempting to subdue your audible grief. It had worked. After what seemed like a couple minutes, you’d be reduced to sniffling.

    “I know you saw. I saw you run in those... towers by the door.” You made no attempt to respond at his attempt of a joke. You didn’t know what would be acceptable in a situation like this for your well-being.

    “I’m going to be truthful, as I always am with you, my love. Please don’t doubt me, I beg you. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please... please look at me, my love.” You’d zoned into how his chest tumbled as he spoke. His words were gentle and full of genuine sencerity. You’d trusted him all these years, it’s not like you can’t bring yourself to again. Still, you’d graced him with nothing but silence. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t do anything but wait. Slowly, his words registered into your brain and just as slowly you attempted to face him from your kneeling position on the floor. He looked just like when you’d both met at the coffee shop you worked at. He would come in every morning despite having several assistants which would break their back to do anything he asked of them. Yet, he’d always make time to pick up his order every morning. He’d never pick up coffee, which you found peculiar for someone who looked like a businessman. He’d always pick something sweet paired with some pastry you offered at the location. Every day for two years he’d never failed to show up every morning until he, finally, asked you out. One could only guess the chain of events that happened before this moment. It was nothing short of sickeningly sweet and fairy-tale raquel days. This, however, was the first and biggest hurdle your relationship decided to encounter. How cruel could life be? He looked nearly the same, just a few minimal wrinkles of age here and there which would show as he did different expressions. He was still the same, however, and that hurt. How could the same Taehyung you knew all this time do such a thing to you?

    His expression was that of soft panic, his fear of losing you outshining any other emotion. You both looked at eachother for a few more seconds or minutes, maybe, before he continued.

    “i’m not going to say it was an accident.” The scattered pieces of your heart showed new cracks within them. They’d be nothing but dust by the end, you figured. You looked down at the floor.

    “I knew she was intending to kiss me. I didn’t think she’d try to, though. You have to believe me when I tell you it wasn’t something i wanted. I’ve done everything I can to keep things professional between us, but she doesn’t get tired of trying. I didn’t know she would do this. Ple—please look at me.” Could you believe him? You closed your eyes and inhaled a heavy breath, laden with your insecurities. Looking into his eyes, maybe it was wishful thinking, you saw they held the only emotion he’d retained throughout his his entire ordeal: sincerity. You could see even remorse. His brain was filled with ‘If only’ and ‘I should’ve’ thoughts. He hoped—desperately—you could believe him. He’d heard many in his position talk of this situation happening and he didn’t want the end they described to happen.

    “I know I should’ve pushed her off as soon as she neared me, but she always flirts with me and never steps over the line. I should’ve done it immediately, but I was stunned. If checking the cameras will make you happy then I’ll arrange so that you can look at the footage.” He suggested his voice softening and lifting into what sounded like a question. You took his cheeks in your warming hands and softly pecked him. You’d believe him, even if your brain screamed that he wasn’t being truthful. Even if your body didn’t want to believe the truth he spoke, you trusted him with your life.

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beast (teaser) | kth

⏤ release date: december 30th, 2021

⏤ pairing: taehyung x female reader

⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ summary: taehyung doesn’t like your best friend, he truly never did. kibum has always been too flirty with you, something he never liked. but this time, seeing him flirting with you at his birthday party was too much, and he felt the urge to make you understand that you’re only his.  

⏤ author’s note: after a little hiatus and a lot of thinking, i decided to completely rewrite the fic “beast” that i wrote with jungkook a year ago and to replace jungkook with taehyung. i have been trying to rewrite this fic on time for taehyung’s birthday & also to make this my last fic for 2021. i truly hope you’ll like this version of the fic & also want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the love you’ve been showing me!!  ❤️

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beast | kth

⏤ pairing: taehyung x female reader

⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: jealousy, alcohol consumption, swearing, a lot of pet names, dom!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, some teasing, spanking, fingering, praising, hickeys, handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, car sex, creampie, and a little bit of aftercare.   

⏤ words: 5,373

⏤ summary: taehyung doesn’t like your best friend, he truly never did. kibum has always been too flirty with you, something he never liked. but this time, seeing him flirting with you at his birthday party was too much, and he felt the urge to make you understand that you’re only his.  

⏤ author’s note: you can finally read and enjoy the taehyung version of beast! i pretty enjoyed reading the whole fic again and adapted it to create this new version. i want to thank you all for the support & love you’ve been showing since i released the teaser, you’re all absolute angels! happy birthday to my beloved taetae, he deserves nothing but the best! ❤️

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Taehyung is looking at you while you’re discussing with Kibum.

His jaw clenches when he notices a bright smile appearing on your face after your best friend, Kibum said something. But what bothers him the most is his fingers touching the skin of your arm, holding you as if you’re all his. He takes another sip of champagne to try to calm down, but his dark gaze never leaves you.

Taehyung never loved your best friend, he always thought that he flirts way too much with you. But although he doesn’t like him, he has done his best to not punch him in the face because he’s your best friend, and he respects that. He can’t ask you to stop being friends with him just because he doesn’t like him.

Today is Kibum’s birthday and like every year, he organizes a little something with his closest friends. In your three years of relationship with Taehyung, it is the first time that he’s coming. The first year, your relationship was a secret and you didn’t want to announce things at a birthday party. The second year, your boyfriend was working and couldn’t come. But this year, there wasn’t any excuse and as a matter of fact, he wanted to keep an eye on Kibum.

“You look tense as hell,” Jimin comments to his friend.

Your boyfriend couldn’t come without any support as he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself at Kibum’s birthday party, and so, he invited his closest friend, Jimin.  

“Just look at that jerk, touching her like they are together.” He says before taking another sip of champagne.

At this rate, he’ll be drunk in less than an hour, and Jimin is scared of how things could escalate with his friend completely drunk. Taehyung with alcohol is a pretty dangerous mix, and if jealousy is added to the mix, it’s better for everyone to just run away.

“Tae, he’s just his friend,” Jimin says, trying to calm down his friend. “They’ve known each other for more than twenty years.”

He perfectly knows that Kibum has been around longer than he has, and he honestly respects that you’ve been friends for that long. Your love for your best friend is genuine and sincere but somehow, he doesn’t trust Kibum at all. He’s the only man he doesn’t tolerate around you.  

“If she liked him, she wouldn’t be dating you in the first place,” Jimin adds.

Taehyung knows that very well but he’s just scared that Kibum persuades you to break up with him. In some way, he believes that he can’t compete with your best friend. He’s absolutely sure that you’ll simply obey whatever your best friend would say to you.

“I know,” he says, finishing his glass of champagne. “I just don’t like him.”

For a brief moment, your eyes linger on your boyfriend and you swallow hard before glancing away.

Taehyung is sitting on a couch in Kibum’s apartment, manspreading with an empty glass in his hand. His eyes are extremely dark while his jaw is tense as hell. But damn, he looks hotter than ever, and you simply can’t stare at him. First of all, your best friend is talking to you and it would be disrespectful to not listen to him, especially on his anniversary. Lastly, Taehyung would simply turn you and it simply isn't the place and moment for that.

Your boyfriend is all in black. He’s wearing black suit pants with a large black shirt that he fitted inside his pants and he rolled up the sleeves, exposing his forearms to whoever watches him. He completed the look with a black belt, some bracelets on his wrists, a couple of rings on his long fingers, and a pair of black classic boots. This look is absolutely perfect on him.

Lately, your boyfriend has started to work out, and his body has been changing a lot since then. His arms have become more vigorous, his chest is broader, and his thighs are more toned. Everything about him was already driving you crazy but now, he’s becoming insane. Plus, you discovered a new passion, watching him working out. His little groans while he works out and his sweaty body definitely doesn’t leave you indifferent.  

Most of the time, after his workout session, you join him in the shower, and sometimes, it ends up in wild shower sex. On other occasions, it’s just the two of you being completely silly in the shower and playing together like two kids.

Right now, you’re not even listening to Kibum, your mind only thinking of your boyfriend. When he’s around, it’s like everyone suddenly disappears, he becomes the only thing your mind can focus on.    

“Yn? Are you listening to me?” Your best friend says, waving his hand in front of you.

“Sorry,” you mumble before focusing again on him.

Taehyung’s eyes linger on your body, roaming every single part of your body. Even after three years of being together, he still loves everything about you to pieces. You’re wonderful in every way. Not only does he find you the most attractive human being, but he does also find you incredibly intelligent. He simply loves everything about you.

“Taehyung?” Kibum asks, knowing perfectly that the only person who can distract you is your boyfriend.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Taehyung is distracting you.”

A smile spreads across his face before you smile back at your best friend. The man standing in front of you is the only person to know you by heart, and outside him, no one would have understood that your mind was thinking about your boyfriend.  

“He’s just so hot,” you answer him.  

Kibum has always been very supportive of you and Taehyung. He absolutely adores your boyfriend because he believes that he treats you very well. However, with time, he got to realize that your man is a bit suspicious of him. The way he glances at him when he’s around you doesn’t fool anyone, especially not Kibum but it honestly doesn’t matter to him because all he cares about is the way he treats and loves you.

“I couldn’t agree more,” his eyes wander for a split second on your boyfriend.

You playfully hit your best friend on his arm, not liking at all the way he’s looking at Taehyung.

“Don’t look at him like that.”

“Hey! I am not going to steal him away from you.” He smirks, and you shake your head. “I have no chances!”

Throughout the birthday party, Taehyung exchanged the champagne by coke because he’s the one driving the two of you home and he doesn’t want to risk your life. For sure, he will never be able to forgive himself if anything happens to you because he’s simply too jealous of your best friend.  

Through the whole night, he kept looking at you with Kibum, and he was ⏤ and still is ⏤ pissed as hell. That man acts way too flirty with you, touches you way too much, and makes you laugh too much. He felt like Kibum was doing everything to push him and get a reaction out of him. But he didn’t move, he stayed still on the couch, watching you.

Now, all he desires is to take you home to make you understand that you’re only his. Taehyung despises to think so poorly of you because first and foremost, you’re a human being, not a belonging. But you always manage to drive him crazy and to bring out the worst in him.  

The ride to your home is extremely quiet. You’re sitting on the passenger seat, looking at the city before you and wondering why Taehyung isn’t saying anything. His eyes are only focused on the road, he never once glances at you which worries you. It’s perfectly clear to you that he’s mad, and most probably, mad at you. His long and delicate fingers strongly hold the car’s steering wheel, causing his knuckles to turn white. His jaw is also clenched, his stare is dark, and there’s that strong aura surrounding him that screams ‘angry dom’.  

“Why are you mad, babe?” You ask with some hesitation, your eyes now focusing on him.

Taehyung’s eyes never leave the road in front of him but he can sense your burning eyes on him.  

“I’m not,” his tone is harsh and firm.

At his answer, you almost hold your breath but it’s now crystal clear that he’s mad.  

“You can lie to whomever you want but not to me, honey,” you reply.

He desperately wants to be mad at you but he simply can’t when you call him ‘honey’. For a brief moment, he allows himself to look at you but his heart instantly skips a beat. You’re looking hotter than ever. Your dress is pushed up, exposing a part of your thighs to his hungry eyes. On top of your dress, you’re wearing one of his suit jackets, he swears that he adores seeing you wearing a piece of his clothing.

Taehyung always hid from you that he doesn’t like Kibum, and so, you totally ignore his feelings towards your best friend. He has always kept things for himself, not wanting to destroy that friendship.

But now, he has to tell you. He has kept this to himself for way too long.  

“I don’t like Kibum,” he finally admits out loud.

Your eyes open wide, surprised at the confession. To say that you’re surprised is an understatement. Taehyung has always been so nice to Kibum in front of you, and he has never shown any hate for him. The fact that he never liked him never crossed your mind.

“What?” You ask with utter shock.

“You hear me well, Yn,” he says with annoyance. Honestly, he simply doesn’t want to repeat what he just said, it already took so much of his energy to admit that to you.  

You are absolutely confused. Never have you thought that your boyfriend wouldn’t like your best friend. He has never shown any dislike to Kibum, he has been nothing but friendly around him. You honestly don’t know how to react to this confession, and you definitely need a couple of minutes to process this whole situation.

Your eyes stop glancing at your lover to look out at the window. Taehyung doesn’t say anything as he knows you need some time to yourself. He wished to have confessed this under other circumstances but today was just too much for him.

“Why?”

There must be a reason behind his hate towards Kibum. Knowing Taehyung, it’s impossible that he just randomly decided to despise him like that. That man has a golden heart and he absolutely adores everyone unless they hurt him deeply. He exhales some air before tilting his head to you, looking obviously frustrated.  

“That man has no manners,” he tries to stay calm and not sound harsh. “He flirted with you the entire night while I was there.”

Suddenly, it all makes sense. Taehyung is jealous. He’s jealous of your best friend, a man that will never be a threat to your relationship.

“He’s constantly flirting with you which is honestly annoying, especially when I’m around.” He confesses.

Although this doesn’t make any sense at all to you, it just melts your heart.

“He was not flirting with me, I can guarantee you that.”

You’ve already seen your best friend flirting with someone, and it definitely doesn’t look like how he’s acting with you. He’s simply extra nice with you because you’re like a sister to him, nothing more.  

“Oh no, then, I’m the crazy one and I’m imagining things!” He squeezes the steering wheel even more and you feel the urge to reassure him. Your left hand finds its way to his hand before you caress it, trying to calm him down.

“You’re not crazy, babe,” you mumble, your eyes never leaving his face. “But you’re clearly imagining things.”

For a moment, he glances back at you. When your eyes meet, it’s clear to you that he’s angry. So angry. But it doesn’t scare you at all, you’ve already seen him way angrier. The good thing when he gets this angry is when he calms down. Once calmed down, he’ll just fuck you rough which you honestly adore.

“Kibum is not interested in me the way you think and he will never be,” you tell him.  

His eyebrow furrow, and you can’t help but find him adorable. When he cocks his brows like that, you just want to touch that little wrinkle on his forehead.  

“How can you even possibly know that?” His eyes focus again on the road.  

“Because he’s my best friend and I know what he’s into.”

God, you’re surprised that Taehyung has never noticed the way Kibum looks at men or the way he never looks at women. For sure, it’s not the guy to scream everywhere that he’s gay but you thought it was kind of obvious.

Kibum never needed to say it to you, you naturally understood it. However, he did his coming out to you because he needed to say it out loud to someone, and the only person he trusts more than life itself is you. So, it just felt natural.

“You never know what could happen,” Taehyung shrugs.  

Although it’s definitely not the moment to laugh, you just want to do it. This conversation seems absolutely unreal to you but in some way, it’s definitely a good thing you’re having it instead of having an angry boyfriend.

“You’re so dumb, Tae,” you roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile.

He’s not amused by the situation and he’s not liking at all that you call him ‘dumb’.

“Kibum is gay,” you tell him. “He will never love me more than he already does.”

Now, he’s the one surprised, and he’s ashamed to have ever thought that Kibum could steal you away from him. He stops the car as he sees an empty parking lot, and his eyes are now fully on you.  

“H-How?” He stutters, still in shock.

“I don’t know how sexuality works, so, I don’t know why he loves men.” He rolls his eyes, not amused at all by your answer but it doesn’t hurt him to be teased a little bit.

“That’s not what I was asking.”

You take his handsome face in your hands, your eyes locking together.

“He doesn’t say it because he’s still scared about what people will say to him.”

It still hurts you to think about all the things your best friend went through when he was younger. Being gay in this world is definitely not an easy thing but you’re forever going to stick by his side and defend him no matter what.

“Kibum struggled his entire teenage years with his sexuality, and since you were so nice to him, I thought you had figured it out.”

Since the day you introduced Taehyung to Kibum, he has nothing been adorable with him. You were convinced that they were getting along which was honestly the only thing that was dear to your heart.  

“It never crossed my mind,” he admits.

You unbuckle the seatbelt around your body before doing the same with him. Taehyung doesn’t really understand what is happening but he lets you do it. You climb over him to sit on his lap, facing him. As your eyes meet his again, you notice how they shift. They were completely dark, jealousy taking control of his body and now, he looks calmer.

“It’s okay, babe,” you caress his cheek, trying to comfort him.

“I feel bad now,” he says, closing his eyes and leaning his face in your hand. He loves the sensation of your touch on his skin. “I was so obsessed with the way he was acting around you that I didn’t see the rest.”

For a moment, you gently brush his cheek while your gesture comforts him. He looks so vulnerable right now which breaks your heart. You deeply regret not having mentioned Kibum’s sexual orientation to your boyfriend because you made his jealousy grow when he had absolutely no reasons to be jealous of your best friend.

With delicacy, you press your lips against his. This soft kiss comforts the two of you after this tumultuous conversation.

“I wanted to punish you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Punish me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I still want it, actually.” He adds.

This man always needs to show his dominant side, and it doesn’t even surprise you. In fact, you love his dominant side, especially in bed. His filthy words against your ear are always what you need when you’re about to come.  

“Tell me, honey,” you say as you stare at him with a smirk on your face, “what did I do?”

Taehyung licks his lips, loving the fact that you’re teasing him.  

“Oh, my baby girl is pretending to be innocent?” He raises an eyebrow as he smirks, and he brings both his hands on your hips. You hiss at his touch before closing your eyes as he caresses your skin with his thumbs.

His face leans closer to you, his gaze filled with lust.

“You’re wearing my favorite dress, and you ignored me the entire night, flirting around with your best friend.” He whispers in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes look down at your dress that is obviously pushed up as your legs are on both sides of his waist. “I didn’t know you love this dress,” you innocently say, moving your legs to push the hem of your dress even higher.

Taehyung can glimpse a part of your panties, causing him to bite his lower lip. He’s getting harder at the sight of your white laced panties and he can’t wait to take them off to properly look at your pussy. His grip tightens around your hips which causes you to unintentionally move your hips against his bulge, snatching a groan from his mouth.

“I see,” he says, a smirk growing on his face. “My baby girl is teasing me.”    

Instead of replying or confirming his thoughts, you simply move your hips against his crotch. Teasing your boyfriend is your favorite hobby.  

“Shit, I want to fuck you here, princess,” he groans against your ear.

“He-here?” You stutter, completely surprised by his words.

The thought of being fucked in the car where basically anyone can see you don’t enchant you.

“The little guy down there won’t probably be able to wait until we’re home,” he says as he stares down at his hard length.

Kibum lives a bit far from your apartment, there are approximately thirty minutes by car between your apartments, and you’re only halfway there.  

“Oh,” you say looking at his prominent bulge, and you bite your bottom lip.

Even if the idea of having sex inside his car where literally anyone can see the two of you scares you a bit, it also sounds pretty exciting. You give him the confirmation that you can have sex in the car, and he smashes his lips against yours, kissing you with passion. His hands slowly move down on your body before pushing your dress up to your stomach.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes look at your clothed cunt, a deep groan leaving his lips while he stares at your pussy. All you desire right now is to feel him inside you in any possible way.  

“Taehyung...” You moan his name, and he hums at your call while biting his lips. He’s completely hypnotized by your throbbing clit.

Before you can even add anything, he trails his fingers to the strap of your white panties, ripping them off to finally expose your pussy to his hungry eyes.

“Tae!” You reprimand as he giggles, throwing your underwear to the passenger seat. His large hand slaps your ass, a weird obsession he has. There is that urge of always slapping your ass before, during, or after sex.  

“Don’t worry, babe,” he whispers in your ear. “I’ll buy a new one later.”

You stopped counting the panties that he ripped off because he desperately wanted to fuck you. But the following day, he always comes back home with a hundred new lanced panties to make it up to you.  

Without adding anything else, he swipes his slender finger along your slit, making you gasp at the contact. A soft moan escapes your mouth, a sound that Taehyung adores to hear. The man wastes no time before dipping two fingers into your heat, his fingers now covered with your wetness. As much as he’d love to fuck you roughly right now, he needs to prepare you for it because he doesn’t want to hurt you.  

“Fuck, honey,” he mumbles, his fingers resting still inside you. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He lets his fingers move out of pussy before sliding them in again with ease. Another moan leaves your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the feeling of his fingers filling you up. You throw your head back as Taehyung delights you with his fingers. He definitely knows what to you to have you coming undone with his fingers only. Quickly, he starts moving his long fingers, fucking into you, and his eyes stare at your handsome face contorting with pleasure.

To him, there is nothing prettier than you.  

“You’re so pretty, love.”

Your lover simply loves to remind you that, praising you all the time to make sure that you don’t forget how pretty you are.

“Not as pretty as you,” you answer.

You also love to praise him back. You open your eyes to watch him smile, you always know the effect your words have on him, and god, you’d be lying if you said that you don’t treasure to see him smile like this. His chest swells with love when you praise him, and he cherishes nothing more in the world than being loved by you.  

He curls a third finger into you, preparing you for his massive length. Although you strongly believe that you don’t need any preparation after how frequently you’ve been having sex lately but it’s still thoughtful of him to prepare you for the massive intrusion.

You can’t help but bring your mouth to his neck as it seems to be calling you to torture him. Your tongue and teeth don’t waste any time torturing his sensitive skin, a deep groan escaping his sweet lips as he keeps fucking you with his slender fingers.

“Are you ready, honey?”

Taehyung can’t wait any longer, his length is way too tight in his suit pants, feeling like it’s about to explode inside his pants. He desperately craves to feel your velvet walls around him.

“Always for you, my love,” you whisper against the skin of his neck. You leave his neck, staring proudly at the little mark you gave him before looking up at his lust-filled eyes.

Taehyung lets his long fingers slip from you while your hands impatiently unbutton his pants. You slightly pull it to his knees, leaving his underwear on. Your boyfriend doesn’t say anything as he watches you looking down at his clothed length.

When you see the huge bulge, you immediately pull his underwear down, springing his cock free. It slaps against your lower abdomen, making you moan at the contact. You take a look at it, his crotch is mouthwatering. A bit long but definitely thick with prominent veins here and there. In a matter of seconds, it will be the cause of your euphoria.

“Please yourself, angel.”

Before taking the control of the situation, your boyfriend always lets you have your fun. His eyes always sparkle when you’re in charge of the pleasure you’re both experiencing. You always look like a kid whose parents have let them do whatever they want in the amusement park.

So, he naturally leans against the seat to let you take over.

“You’re always so beautiful,” he smiles, his eyes never leaving yours.

Both your hands hold his length, making him groan at your soft touch, and slowly, you start stroking his member from up to down, spreading all the precum over his veiny cock. As your eyes look with marvel at your boyfriend’s impressive cock, the neediness to have him filling you up to the brim causes your walls to clench.  

After a few more strokes, you decide to stop because you believe it’s time to have him inside you. Lifting your ass, you rub his head on your entrance, making the two of you moan with delight. Slowly, you push him inside you, his hands on your waist and his thumbs caressing it softly.  

You sink further down on him, burying his dick completely inside your wet pussy.  Taehyung hisses, breathing hard as he looks down where his length is buried. He throws his head back as your walls are finally around him. With his head thrown back, you can see the veins in his neck pulse.

Well, you have to admit that you have a thing for his popping veins. Your fingers are always touching them when you’re both lying on the bed or watching tv. It’s just something that you absolutely love.

“Fuck, princess,” a breathy moan escapes his pretty lips.

Even if he kind of prepared you with his fingers, his monstrous cock stretches your walls so much, almost feeling like he’s about to tear you off from the inside. Your hands rest on his shoulder, trying to stabilize yourself while your pussy gets adjusted to his size.  

“Shit, your cock is a beast,” you mumble.  

Although he’s huge, you enjoy the fill of him. Nothing can ever be compared to the feeling of having him inside of you, it’s something you truly love.    

“Ride me, honey,” he whispers. “I want to see you bounce on me.”

Your hands hold on to his muscular shoulders as you slowly raise yourself off his length, and his fingers sink into your waist as you almost pull him completely off. You know for sure that his fingers will leave some bruises on your body. You both moan while staring at each other.

While never leaving him, you push yourself back down and take all of him. Taehyung lets out a loud and very deep moan, making you shiver as it echoes in the car. That deep voice really messes with you.  

You proceed to move your hips again, starting to ride him. “You ride me so well, princess.” He groans into you as you grin, proud of all the pleasure you’re giving him.

Your hips buck faster, wanting to make the two of you come as soon as possible. After this little fun adventure in the car, you know that he’ll fuck you all night long in your apartment, something you’re desperately looking for.

“I love you.” You whisper, bouncing up and down on his cock while his balls slap against your ass.

Those three little words make his heart squeeze. “And I love you even more, honey.” He bites his lower lip.

The sound of slapping skin combined with your moans quickly fills the car. As you imagined people passing by and seeing you enjoying yourself with your boyfriend gets you even wetter.    

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” Taehyung grunts while he watches you humping on his dick.

His eyes never leave yours as if he’s scared that this is all a dream, and you throw your head to the back. You clench your walls around him to get a reaction from him and you see his eyes rolling back. When your hips start to bounce on him at a slower pace, he starts to thrust you from below, letting your wet pussy coat his member with your arousal.

“Fuck, babe,” you moan loudly.  

Taehyung grunts in every thrust.

“Harder, babe, harder.” You tell him.

“I’ll do everything my princess wishes.” He grunts.

The pace quickens and the thrust deepens, making him hit your sensitive spot over and over again without any mercy. But it’s so damn good. You clench around him again just to snatch a hot moan out of him.

Throughout this whole sex adventure, you don’t even hold back the moans leaving your lips. Most probably, anyone passing near the car can hear the two of you but you simply don’t give a shit about it. All you want is to make sure your boyfriend knows how much pleasure he’s giving you. Your moans get louder and louder as he hits your spot over and over again, and you pant heavily. Slowly but surely, you feel a familiar wave of please building inside of you.  

“I want you to cum inside me,” you indicate to him.

At the same time, you feel his dick twitching inside you while he keeps thrusting into you at an erratic pace. You clench around him several times, making him groan like a beast.

“Oh fuck, honey,” he growls when your pussy clench around him.  

“Come for me, Taehyung,” you whisper in his ear before licking the spot right under it.

That’s all he needed to finally come inside you. A lewd moan escapes your mouth when he pumps his cum inside you, pushing it as deep as possible. Your nails dig on his shoulders, biting down your lower lip while you stare into his darkened eyes.

Looking deep into his eyes is all you need to reach your own orgasm. Taehyung keeps grinding your ass on his cock to fill every part of your pussy with his warm semen. You bury your face on his neck and nuzzle his strong scent while panting hard as you calm yourself.

His huge hands stroke your back as you both try to come down from your high.

“That was good and intense,” You tell him before pressing a sweet kiss on his neck.

This unnecessary jealousy makes him realize one thing. He loves you more than he has ever loved someone. A life without you by his side is something he can’t even imagine, he’s a hundred percent sure that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“Marry me, Yn,” he whispers in your ear, almost making it sound like it’s something not important.

“What?” You move back a little bit to take a proper look at your boyfriend.

This comes as a tremendous surprise to you, you desperately need to look at him in the eyes to make sure that he’s serious.

“Marry me,” he repeats. “Spend the rest of your life with me.”

You still can’t believe what you’re earing.

“Are you serious?”

In all his existing life, he never planned on proposing to anyone this way but damn, you’ve driven him completely crazy over the last three years. Proposing to you in his car after an amazing fuck session almost seems normal, but he has never been so serious in his entire life.

“Of course, I am, my love.”

You kiss him with passion before saying: “Then, make me your wife.”  

Your hearts bursts of happiness at that exact moment while you simply can’t wait to marry this man you adore so freaking much. A smile spreads on his face as he kisses you back with fervor.

After the kiss, Taehyung takes tissues from the glove compartment in order to clean you and his massive girth. All the tissues are rolled up together into a ball before you place it on the passenger seats behind you. You climb back to your seat, readjusting your skirt to cover your pussy since he completely ripped off your panties. Your boyfriend puts back on his underwear and suits pants.

With one look at the full car, it almost seems like absolutely nothing happened when merely seconds ago, he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. When your eyes land on your lover, you can perfectly see that he’s not done with you. This was only the beginning.

“Let’s go home for round two,” he says before starting up the engine.  

There is no doubt that Taehyung is indeed a beast when it comes to sex.

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enchanting (teaser) | kth

“please don’t be in love with someone else”

⏤ pairing: chef!taehyung x female reader

⏤ genre: best friend’s brother au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut, and angst.

⏤ summary: taehyung has always had a massive crush on you but he never had the strength to confess his feelings. however, after living for a full year in Paris far from you, he realizes that he can’t hide his crush anymore, it becomes too obvious that he’s not indifferent to your charms. but will you reciprocate his feelings or is it an unrequited love?

⏤ author’s note: hello everyone! since i’ve been working on this little fic for the past few days, i decided to drop the little teaser. if it follows my original plan, it’ll have 2 parts (but still to be confirm when i finish writing it) but it doesn’t have any release date so far since i’m in a very busy period at the moment. this is heavily inspired by business proposal but more in the way on how my characters are built than the story itself. i hope you’ll enjoy it when it’s released & take care 💛

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