hi, this feels so weird. its been a long time but i think im ready to come back :D a lot has happened and i finally have the time to give everyone what they've been wanting! im going to continue uploading my own works as well as ao3 works. i hope everyone has been well! anyway, enjoy! <3
Ao3 credit: Park_Cee
summary: Taehyung's a mind reader who get's off on Jungkook's wildest fantasies. When Jungkook wears a vibrator to one of their shared lectures Taehyung finds it hard to hold back, especially when Jungkook's fantasies consist mainly of him.
Jungkook's thoughts are written in italics. Taehyung's are in bold.
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Ever since he was young, Taehyung had always had the misfortune of knowing what others around him were thinking. Sometimes he considered this ability a gift, an unwelcome opportunity. When other people were wallowing in self pity or drowning in sorrow he'd know when to step in and help, offer up a subtle piece of life advice or slide an inspirational quote into a conversation. Tell the people he held dearest to him what they needed to hear to be able to go about their day with a smile on their face.
Other times it was a curse.
Taehyung had grown up openly gay in a very closed-minded town. So you can only imagine the things he'd heard. Well, metaphorically speaking. All the things people were too scared to verbalize, the taunts and sneers, he was victim to no less because of his innate ability. The whispers haunted him late at night when he tried sleeping, the truly honest thoughts people had about him growing up had him scarred and unwilling to make friends.
That was until he'd moved away to University. Packing up his belongings and moving half way across the country had been worth it. Finally he'd met people who weren't so closed minded, people who accepted any and everything about him. He'd grown up with a very loving family, he always had both of his fathers support in every decision he made. Taehyung loved them dearly, the purest form of love. But, having two fathers was also half the problem. The pointed looks, the judgmental glances he's been spared the majority of his life had him eager to get away. Ready to start anew.
He'd learnt a lot about his peers throughout the past two years at University.
He knows his friend Yoongi is secretly a virgin, even though he often brags about getting the dicking of his lifetime. In all honesty this occurs every other Tuesday. The petite blonde haired male is always eager to delve into the details of his none existent sex life. Taehyung humors him, knowing full well that Yoongi's terrified of taking that next step, but feels like he need's to overcompensate as he has a reputation to uphold.
Hoseok often participates in cam work, using his lithe body and impeccable dance moves to earn him a pretty penny. He needs the extra funds to afford additional dance classes. Everyone's always wondering where his extra money comes from, how he rains it in. But Taehyung knows.
Jimin's into wearing skirts in the privacy of his own home. Chiffon, lace, silk. You name it, Jimin's got it. Taehyung doesn't judge, he finds it adorable. But he won't bring it up. He know's how shy it makes his hyung.
Seokjin has a crush on the star mathlete, the handsome genius known as Namjoon. It's not obvious at all. The entirety of his longing is concealed in stolen glances and secret smiles. Even the most observant of eye's wouldn't notice, pick up on the subtle hints. But Taehyung knows. Knows each and every thing about every single one of his friends, without even asking.
He feels ashamed, but he's too scared to tell them the truth. We all have thing's we like to hide. It should be kept that way, respecting the privacy of others is a basic human right. But Taehyung's ability allows him access to every person's most private, innermost thoughts. He hate's it.
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𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 (𝓜)
FanfictionTaekook smut one shots (by me/ ao3 writers: credit to them) bottom jungkook and top taehyung. Side ships included. Hope you enjoy !! Stay happy and healthy or else angry forehead kithes >:c