BTS + EXO | Book of Imagines

Taehyung x Reader Fluff/slight smut

“Tae!” you chirped as you entered the boys’ dorm. You scuttled playfully to the couch where you knew he was sitting. He had a game controller in his hands, focused intently on the bright screen. He did a small double-take at the sight of you. Pausing the game, he grinned widely and held open his arms. You basically leaped into his lap, nuzzling your cheek against his. After about a second of wiggling to get comfortable, you felt something poke against your butt. You stopped moving to make sure it was what you thought.

“[F/N]?” V asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smirked and wiggled one more time, feeling his hardness pulse beneath you.

“It’s nothing,” you said in a singsong voice. You ran your fingers gently up his shoulders, ready for your game. One hand found your boyfriend’s hair, toying with his locks as he stared at you with confusion. He couldn’t hide the aroused glint in his gaze. You brought your face towards his, decisively licking his lower lip instead of kissing him. His breath caught, and he leaned close to you without thinking. His eyes flicked back and forth from your eyes to your mouth.

“Are you playing with me, Jagi?” he breathed. You just smiled, hovering your lips above his. He frowned at you in return, but he was still hard. You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. You bit his lower lip, gently tugging. V sighed sensually against your mouth. His hands moved to your waist, and he tried to pull you against him. You resisted his pull, and he tried to move his face away from yours.

“Don’t start this if you don’t want to finish it,” he pouted. He even stuck out his lip a bit. You grinned at his distress, hardly feeling guilty at all. You took his face in your hands, kissing him and rubbing your crotch against his. Encouraged, he grabbed your hips again. You didn’t resist him. You traced the muscles on his chest and stomach, but as you started to get lower, you put your hands at your sides and sat up.

V had his saddest pouty face ready for you.

“Aw,” you cooed, pinching his cheek. His boner was pulsing harder than before.

“You’re so mean, Jagi.” He turned his face away and crossed his arms.

“What if I promise to finish?” you asked with doting amusement. He didn’t say anything, but he huffed and puffed out his cheeks. You clambered off of him, trying with a smile to get him to look at you. He turned his face in the other direction. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

“Tae, you’re so cute!” you squealed. You gripped him in a tight hug, pulling his head against your chest. He hugged you back, pushing you on your back and using you as a pillow. You giggled and played with his fluffy hair.

“You owe me,” he grumbled through a muffled voice.

“Okay,” you answered, still laughing a little.