BTS || A Smut Collection

Surreptitious // Taehyung

TW/ enemies to lovers, secret relationships, throat fucking, hair pulling, daddy kink, pining, angst, small hint of violence, lots of anger..., some anger fuelled sex, rushed sex, car sex

Okay so this is 20.6k words long. Oops. Hopefully, you'll love it as much as I do though (I'm very proud of this one...)

Surreptitious;  adjective
'kept secret, especially because it would not be approved of.'

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The water felt beautiful; the warmth encapsulating her body, warming her from the inside out. The heavenly scent of rose petals drifted pleasantly in the room, bubble softly crackling along the surface of the water. Candlelight flickered from every corner of the room, basking her in an atmospheric glow the soothed her stresses and encapsulated her in such a blissful post-romantic fervour.

The sounds of the water sloshing around her body were interrupted by the familiar sound of a camera shutter clicking. Her eyes shot open, her head turning towards the doorway at the opposite side of the bathroom. She smiled at the man stood there in his grey slacks and nothing more, unexpected but of course, never really unexpected at all. He could never resist such a perfect photo opportunity.

She sat up, leaning on both arms along the edge of the tub and resting her chin on her hands, smirking at him as he wound the film on his camera, readying to take another.

"You know, instead of spying on me, you could always join me?" she invited, her tone sultry and eyelids fluttering. He smirked to himself, not looking up from his camera. Instead, he raised it again, and took another photograph of her new position.

"Tilt your head and close your eyes, princess," he instructed, winding his camera again. She did as instructed, looking like the most blissfully beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. "Perfect," he raised the camera to his eye once more, taking the shot he'd pictured in his mind.

This time, he walked towards the bath as he wound his camera and crouched beside the tub, mere inches away from the woman's lips as the pair smiled like a pair of besotted lovers. He reached his arm to the side, angling his lens towards them, and snapped another picture of them both.

"Take another," she whispered, lips brushing against his. He wound the camera again, and just as he was about to take the shot, she rose to her knees, suds coating her breasts and arms, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips found his easily, fingers winding into his gorgeous curls and chest pressing against his dry yet hot body. And he snapped another shot – the final shot that evening – before dropping the camera with a thud and letting his hands finally touch his princess.

It didn't matter that the camera was a $900 piece of equipment, state of the art and one of his favourite devices. He could buy another as easily as you or I could buy a Pepsi from a convenience store. He just wanted his princess, so easily getting lost in such a heated and passionate kiss and not bothering to stop to dry her off as he wrapped his arms around her waist to carry her back into the bedroom of their shared hotel suite.

*****

Two years. Two whole years of secret rendezvous, sneaking around, hotel suite after hotel suite, scheming and lying. No end in sight. Well, neither party wanted anything to end, that's for sure. But of course, their situation was a precarious one, and potentially dangerous.

On one side, _____ Park; daughter of fashion designer and business mogul, Rowena Park and stepdaughter to Park Pilwoo since the age of three. One sibling, Park Jimin; a notorious model/dancer. You yourself, a fashion model. Together, the Park family ran and owned an empire, including an academy of fashion; The Park Fashion Institute in Gangnam-daero.