↳ word count: 11.5k (This is the longest fic I’ve written so far oops)
↳ warnings: dom tae, sub reader, cussing, big dick taehyung, unprotected sex (FUCKING GLOVE THEM UP BEOTCH), rough sex, choking, handcuffing, use of gag ball, dirty talk, face fucking, multiple orgasms, and many more :D
— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed to, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?
THIS TOOK TOO FUCKING LONG. Sorry for any errors, grammatical mistakes or typos! Check out my masterlist to see more!
The sound of your phone’s alarm clock wakes you up from your deep sleep, cutting off your dream about you and Olivia. Quickly sitting up to remove the sleepiness away from your body, you stretch your arms upwards, groaning from the satisfying feeling. You feel the fresh morning air and the sunlight coming through your blinds, painting your sheets with a faint yellowish tint.
Grabbing your phone from the desk, you text your best friend.
▪ Wowwww, okay, my first drabble I hope you enjoy, also, thank you soo much to my wonderful beta-reader Barby @barbyisafangirl for helping me fix this thing because some screws were certainly loose-
How many days has it been since he last saw you? Three? You’ve been gone, again. Yoongi had been trying to talk to you but you just seem to not be here anymore.
He was sick of it, tired of your relationship. It was like he was moving in endless circles, the cycles were never-ending, and left his heart only hurting more each and every try. As much as he loved you, as much as he was willing to keep waiting for your return, you’d always go running back to him.
Hearing the front door open, he climbed off the couch and ran to you. You looked better already, perhaps Jimin had given you more advice on how to deal with relationships. Your disheveled appearance, swollen lips… it all ignited a new wave of nerves for him. Shaking his head a little, he took a deep breath. He had to confront you now, try once more.
Maybe you were going to leave the house again. Maybe this time, you wouldn’t come back for days.
a/n: Fun fact, this is the first thing I ever wrote for BTS. I just never felt like changing it to second person.
I stare out at the chaos of the airport arrivals station. Cars honk, bumper to bumper. People cry, people shout, people smile. Suitcases and duffle bags are tossed and dragged every which way.
But I stand, motionless, looking for an unknown car carrying a stranger to me. I’m somewhere I’ve never been before on a new adventure.
Not that I need this adventure. Not that I had to get away. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
“Hey!” Someone shouts. “Hey!” the same voice shouts. “Over here!” Along with a few other people, I turn towards the shouting. A man hangs out the side of a car, arm outstretched, smiling so wide his eyes turn into crescents under a pink fringe.
“Ji…min?” I call back hesitantly. He said he had pink hair.
“It is you!” He verifies before swerving the car out of the oncoming traffic and to the curb. He hops out and is by my side in two steps. He still has the same wide smile. “Hey!” He says, again. I try to smile, but the jet lag makes it tough to share his excitement.
summary; desperate for food, you break into a restaurant. you never imagined you’d meet someone willing to help you even after stealing from them. however, instinct driven, you make a mistake that leaves you skidding around a certain angry lion hybrid. what will it take to gain his approval?
warnings; reader attacks seokjin, brief mentions of blood and injury, assault (nothing too bad I promise, but the guy’s a jerk), hoseok shoves reader, smut, dom hoseok, sub reader, generic heat trope?, fingering, brief nipple play, biting, unprotected sex (wrap it be4 you tap it), a little come play at the end, aftercare n that’s it (it’s pretty tame actually)
a/n; HAPPY BIRTHDAY @interludemoonchild <3 I know I’ve said this a lot, but I love you. it’s really an honor to be your friend, even if we have differing opinions on certain things *cough*. anyways, this got out of control and spiraled and i’m sorry in advance. ily baby!
a/n 2; big shoutout to @shadowsremedy and @starlightseoks for reading over n helping me with this!! you two were a big help! I also realize that I have a lot of hybrid content on my ml and while I absolutely adore hybrids fics, this will probably be my last one for a while because I’d like to branch out a bit y’know? anyways, I sincerely hope you enjoy this!
Hiding between what you assume to be dumpsters from the stench wafting your way, you pray to god - if he even exists - that you don’t get caught.
In the awkward squatting position you’re in, your hands latch onto the rusted metal for support. Your legs ache from having fled from the park in your haste to get away from hybrid control. The winter air stings your skin, your breath coming out in small shallow puffs of white, though the darkening sky helps you hide better.
Footsteps crunch against the asphalt, each stepping bringing the feeling of dread to rise in the pit of your stomach. Your knuckles turn white, the grip you have on the old metal burning against your palms when you twist them to push yourself further against the wall. This is the second time in the last 3 weeks that you’d been forced to run for your life in fear of being put back into those god awful facilities.
