feelings || bts x top!male reader imagines (republished)

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| Taehyung ; Smut |

You smiled at the sight of Taehyung's form on his bed, his chest rising up and down slowly as he slept. You came to check if everyone was doing fine just because you wanted to, and when you where about to turn around and leave, you noticed Taehyung's phone was open. The light from his phone was still evident when it was covered with a thin blanket.

'He must've fallen asleep while playing on his phone.' You thought and strolled over to his figure, sitting down slowly next to him to not wake him up. The phone was next to his head so you silently and quickly pulled the blanket off the device to turn it off for him and maybe charge it.

You stood up, you weren't trying to be nosy but your eyes met the bright screen of his phone, only to see that he wasn't playing any game, he was reading something. You pursed your lips and turned your head to see that he was still asleep, you smiled when he let out a little snort. But when your attention came back to the gadget on you hand, your smile fell.

Taehyung was a person who loved to read romance novels, he was someone you never expected to be reading such a story. The said male's eyes began to open and he stared up at your figure in confusion before his eyes widened. He sat up, his hands patting the space where his phone used to be. His heartbeat was so fast as nervousness and embarrassment grew in him.

"Taehyungie . . . " You muttered, turning around to face the wide eyed male.

"It's . . . It's not . . . I'm sorry . . ." He felt like he just ruined a friendship that he had treasured for for years, what was he gonna do now? What if you avoid him? What if you find him weird? What if you're disgusted by him?

Your hand reached out to him, his phone in your hand. He slowly took it with hands shaking wild, tears started to form in his eyes as he faced down. Turns out, he was reading a fanfiction. It wasn't just any fanfiction. It was about you and him. It was something that you had heard of before, you just loved to have undercover accounts on social media to see how your fans were doing. It was famous, Taehyung was a hybrid in the story and you were his 'knight in shining armor', it was famous since it had a lot of smut parts.

And now, you just happened to catch him reading it. You weren't disgusted, just surprised, so it broke your heart with the way he acted. You sat in front of him and cupped his face to have eye contact with him.

"You don't have to apologize, Taehyung-ah. It's okay. It's okay to read stuff like this from time to time, we're still friends okay? We can pretend that nothing happened." You reassured him with a smile.

"Really? Like . . . like nothing happened?" Taehyung's voice was small and shy, a blush painted on his cheeks.

"Of course . . . " You nodded, "Like nothing happened . . . unless you want something to happen."

His blush reddened and he almost forgot how to breathe at how your eyes darkened and your hands went from his cheeks to the back of his neck. You leaned closer to him, your nose brushing against his, you could feel each other's breath through opened mouths that were waiting for something to happen.

Taehyung's hand clutched on to the one that still cupped his face, "I . . . I want something to happen, hyung."

"That's a good answer. How about let's start a live action for this fanfic?" Your smirk made his body feel so hot, your figure leaned more towards him and as he tried to lean backwards, his back met his bed once again.

His legs immediately wrapped around your waist and you licked your lips, "Not this way, baby. On your hands and knees."

Taehyung felt shivers down his spine at what you had said, it was written in the fanfic and he never thought he'd actually hear that from you.

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Sweat covered his body, his head thrown back, saliva dripping down his chin. Taehyung knew that his throat was going to be sore tomorrow, but he couldn't care. He wanted to let you know how you made him feel so good. His wrists were tied on the head board, the side of his face on his pillow as he let out pants.

A blindfold covered his eyes, his chest painted with hickeys. You bit your lower lip at the sight of your cum leaking down his thighs from his hole that you had fucked many times now.

"M/n . . ." He panted, "M/n . . . "

A scream escaped his lips when you entered his now sensitive hole, your thrusts were merciless and rough, not giving him the time to adjust. You grit your teeth, you'll never get tired of how good he felt around your cock, "Shit, still so damn tight . . . "

"M/n! M/n!" His voice was hoarse, his mouth hung wide open. 

Your head fell back as you bit your lower lip. You suddenly started to slow down, receiving whines and complaints from the idol. Taehyung moaned when you chuckled with a deep voice, "Do you want more, sweetie?"

He whined, his hands forming fists, "Fuck yes."

"Beg."

It just couldn't get much more hotter inside the room now. Taehyung was naked but he felt so hot as if wearing a bundle of clothes during summer. A shy whine came from his swollen lips and it took him a few seconds to reply, "Please . . . M/n— Daddy, fuck me rough and hard."

Your grip on his waist tightened, you panted before shoving your cock deeper inside his hole but still not the way he wanted, "You're so gorgeous, baby."

"Please, fuck me 'til I see stars— please, just please, Daddy. Mo— aah!" Taehyung was cut off when you couldn't take it anymore and your thrusts came back to being rough and hard, making sure to hit his prostate.

Taehyung was sure that he would skip practices tomorrow, his hips will surely be sore with the way you pounded into him without hesitation. He couldn't stop and came all over his sheets, his loud scream echoed throughout the room.

"Already came, baby?" You asked through gritted teeth, he weakly nodded, pants and moans escaping his lips as you still kept your thrusts rough.

You filled him up once more with your hot semen, sweat covered both your bodies and you bent so you could give the side of his head a kiss, "You did good, baby."

"Mmm . . . this is better than reading those fanfics." He managed to say as you untied his wrists.

You chuckled at that, "From now on, you won't need those, the real thing is always better."

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it sucks srry (ó﹏ò｡)