🕊️₎ ..⃗. ꒰Introduction꒱
This will include fanarts/pictures and oneshots. The category of what the oneshot will be about is determined by the use of emojis;
➳ ❌~smut
➳ 😊~fluff
➳ 😢~angst
🕊️₎ ..⃗. ꒰Credit꒱
Credit will always be given if I'm able...
Kim Taehyung wasn't any more normal than min yoongi. They both had their quirks that no one else could appreciate as much as they did. Yoongi on one hand loved candles, bruised hips, and making out in hotel rooms in the middle of the night.
While Taehyung loved soft cotton sheets, running his fingers through freshly bleached hair, and hearing yoongi scream loud enough for the room next to them to hear every little profane word.
Their relationship was exclusive but unreliable. A lust that hid a much darker undertone of absolute love and adoration that neither of them would dare to mention.
It started in high school and just never stopped. Both possibly to secretly attached to let their little secret end.
Underneath Taehyung with a body marked with bite marks and bruises yoongi lay spread out for taehyungs eyes only.
His soft puffs of heated breath fell past messy kiss-swollen lips. His cat like eyes only half open.
Taehyungs hand trailed down his body grilling yoongis hip and driving himself further into the blonde. He quickened his pace, slamming into yoongi at a bruising pace. The smaller of the two couldn't even moan out taehyungs name, he was too far gone and could only string together high pitched sounds and profanities. The air was thick and heavy with their sweat and hot breath. Taehyungs firm grip on yoongis hips would surely leave deep set hand shaped bruises that the older could admire for their time apart.
Yoongi didn't belong fully to him, but he made sure he let yoongi know that, for the few moments they got each other, he did in fact own him.
Yoongis eyes squeezed shut and he weakly tugged on taehyungs arm. "A-ah tae-" He whimpered at a particularly rough thrust and threw his head back a bit too harshly against the cheap headboard. "Ahh h-hurt me p-please!" Taehyung savored the sweet taste of yoongis begging, the flush on his pale cheeks, and the way his body shook and quivered in pleasure. Taehyung let one hand leave the other males hips and make its way up to his thin neck.
He pressed the area between his thumb and pointer finger directly against yoongis neck, pressing down hard until he knew the other couldn't breathe. Seeing his eyes flutter open Taehyung fully gripped onto his throat and gripped harder. Yoongi loved it, adored it, he couldn't get enough of having absolutely no control. His moans got choked out of him, caught in his throats and unable to spill out. Taehyungs intense state had his body sent into a fit of pleasure. He tightened around Taehyung and came with a loud call of his name. Taehyung let go of yoongis neck in order to push one leg against his chest and continue his cruel pace. After a few more thrusts he reached his own climax and spilled deep inside yoongi.
Their eyes locked and yoongis chest tightened, years of loving without being loved threatened to spill out. Threatened to tell Taehyung how he wanted to be more than just a good fuck And Taehyung, he wanted to tell yoongi that he was the most beautiful thing in the world. That Taehyung could stare into his eyes, and discover more beautiful constellations than the ones in the sky.
Yoongi quickly looked away as Taehyung pulled out and sat up. He felt dizzy and wrecked but didn't wanna stay. He felt sick. "Yoongi?" Without a word he walked to the hotel bathroom, clothing and locking the little golden knob. The white tile felt cold and unreal, the mirror on the wall was crooked but that wouldn't affect what he saw. His whole body showed signs of Taehyung, signs of the mistake he made so often. The mistake he'd never give up because he'd rather have Taehyung in any way he could.
He traced a few bruises with delicate light touches and let his lips part. "Fuck..."
His entire body ached, it begged to just lay down and be taken care of. But yoongi never stayed, it would lead to words best left unspoken.
Yoongi slipped into the shower and began to wash away what traces he could.
Taehyung was used to yoongi abruptly leaving and not speaking to him for a few days after they fucked, however he wasn't used to it being THAT abrupt. Usually while coming down from their euphoric highs he'd get to hold him and tangle his fingers through yoongis bleached hair. He'd get to place kisses where he typically placed bites. Sometimes he'd even get to hold yoongi in his arms and admire his beauty.
not that night, no, yoongi couldn't wait to leave and drink himself to sleep. The glimpse of softness in taehyungs eyes had been too much. After his shower he quickly dressed and took a deep breath.
The bathroom door creaked open, their eyes met again, and yoongi felt entirely too small.
"I'm going home."
"Can you... maybe stay here tonight...?"
They both new this was dangerous to play with feelings. Neither of them knew and they were both too afraid to admit it. Too much had gone wrong in the beginning stages of their relationship.
"No Taehyung I don't think so..."
He tried to sound indifferent and formal. To not sound scared and excited.
Taehyung stared down at his own hands and tried not to seem upset. "Please, you can leave before we wake up, I just... yoongi can I please hold you? One more time?"
Taehyung reached out, his large hand gripping onto yoongis sweater sleeve.
Yoongi was close to sobbing and breaking down but stayed silent until he could talk without his voice breaking.
"Just tonight. As long as I can leave before you're awake..."
His feelings were too dangerous to play with like this but it felt so good.
Even with his head selfishly buried in taehyungs neck, taking in his scent and being comforted by every movement. Yoongi could almost forget everything that went wrong. He could almost pretend they were back in high school, innocent and naive lovers.
Taehyung held him protectively, he never wanted to let go.
They drifted off to sleep, in each others arms both ignoring the repercussions they'd later face.
