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I know the title says "bts smut" but this collection will also include smuts about other idols. It's just that the majority of it will be BTS. Check the first chapter for more information.
Pairing: DomTop Taehyung x SubBottom Yoongi ‼️TW: cheating, age swap (yoongi is younger than tae), bp/boypussy/trans yoongi, dilf tae 🥵, daddy kink, degradation, masochism / sadism, noncon/dubcon, exhibitionism‼️ Summary: Yoongi's been fucking the hot dad down the street for months. He knows he's married with a family and doesn't care at all, but the question "Why don't you leave him?" soon sneaks it's way into his vocabulary. Taehyung's had enough of answering his silly, little question. The boy needs to be reminded of his place.
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Yoongi and Taehyung had been messing around for a while. It started out as nothing more than a few secret hookups, but it eventually grew into Taehyung sneaking Yoongi over when his husband and kids weren't home and telling his neighbors that Yoongi was just a house maid they had hired because they were having trouble keeping the whole house clean when they worked so much. Thank god they had soundproof walls or else they'd hear Yoongi begging for Taehyung's cum at three in the afternoon when Taehyung was supposed to be at work.
When they first started, Taehyung made Yoongi promise that he wouldn't develop feelings for him and vice versa, but everyone knows how that ends. Truthfully, he didn't realize it. He had done so good to keep his feelings for Taehyung as nothing more than his desire for dick, but the more Taehyung confided in him about being unhappy with his husband, the more Yoongi grew attached. It was inevitable.
"Why don't you leave him already?" Yoongi asked his favorite question after Taehyung huffed our another compliant as he put away his husband's clothes, "All you do is whine about him."
"It's not that simple." Taehyung answered as he always did.
"Sounds pretty simple to me." Yoongi shrugged as he laid on Taehyung's marital bed, twirling the ribbon on his lingerie.
"Is that so?" Taehyung quipped, turning to glance at the younger boy. "What about this sounds simple to you?"
"Well," Yoongi flopped onto his stomach and kicked his feet into the air as Taehyung went back to his chores, "you don't love him anymore, and it seems he doesn't care about you either. All you ever do is take care of him and the kids. You're not his father, Tae."
"Where do you get calling me "Tae" from?" Taehyung snapped. "The last time I checked, I'm Daddy to you."
"Then, leave him."
Taehyung spun on his heel. Yoongi had never /demanded/ anything of that nature from him before. The little boy was now stood up on his knees on the bed, his fists clenched at his sides and chest puffed out in an attempt to look threatening.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Taehyung cocked his eyebrow at him.
"The boy you're fucking behind your family's back."
"And what if I say I don't want to leave him?"
"Then, I'll do it myself. I'll tell him everything."
