Happy Holidays And Season Greetings!!!

Happy Holiday’s and season greetings!!! 

No matter if you celebrate Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, or just enjoy the season— there is something for everyone during the holiday season. It is a time to spend with family, drink hot chocolate, exchange gifts, ring in the new year, and watch read cheesy holiday romance films fanfictions. A true season of cheer!

Bangtan Fic Archive is merry to announce Project: 100 Starry Night Prompts.

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- You can write for as many prompts as you’ll like

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100 STARRY NIGHT PROMPTS:

1.) Under the mistletoe.

2.) “Lights Lights Lights.” “Stupid Stupid Stupid.”

3.) “You are such a grinch!” 

4.) Full Moon.

5.) “What does Christmas mean to you?”

6.) “Who has a wedding on Christmas Eve?!”

7.)  Children’s first snow.

8.)  “Let me work some Christmas magic.”

9.) “Kiss me, Santa Baby.”

10.) Elf On The Shelf

11.) Baking with Mrs. Claus. 

12.) “It’s a Christmas miracle.” “No, this is better than a miracle.”

13.) How Your Boss Stole Christmas.

14.) “You are so cheesy.” “Don’t you mean merrily?” 

15.) “Are those Grinch boxers?”

16.) “I’m spending the holiday alone.” “No you’re not.”

17.) Wrapping presents.

18.) “You are the worse decorator/wrapper I have ever met.”

19.) “This is the worst hot chocolate I have ever tasted.” “But it’s the name brand!” 

20.) “Let me warm you up.” 

21.) Getting you in the Christmas spirit.

22.) Jingle-Bell-Rock.

23.) “Let’s go ice skating!” “But I can’t skate!”

24.) “I saw Mommy/Daddy kissing Santa Clause/Mrs. Clause!!!!”

25.) “Get in, loser, we’re going Christmas shopping.”

26.) “How did you get in here?” “The chimney, duh.”

27.) Snowball fight.

28.) Jingle Bells.

29.) Sleigh Bells.

30.) JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE!!!

31.)  “Mommy! My snowman is alive!!!”

32.) “YOUR EARS ARE POINTY!” “Well I am an elf.”

33.) Holiday vacation. 

34.) Make-out under the mistletoe. 

35.) North Pole.

36.)  “Let’s gathering around the fire.”  “F-I-R-E song!”

37.) “I hate the cold.” “Good thing you have a handsome boyfriend to warm you up.”

38.) Jack Frost nipping at your nose.

39.) “I’ve waited all year for this!”

40.) Looking at Christmas lights while drinking coffee.” 

41.) “Santa Clause is real.”

42.) Ho! Ho! Ho!

43.) Snowed in.

44.) Red as Rudolph’s nose.

45.) “YOU GAVE ME COAL?!”

46.) “Scoot over, you’re too hot.”

47.) Snuggle under the blankets.

48.) Thaw my frozen heart. 

49.) Tis the season.

50.) “Lets build a blanket fort and watch Christmas movies.”

51.) “Stop taking all the covers! I’m cold!”  “I’m not the one who blew out the fire!”

52.) “What’s the point of making snow angels when I have my angel next to me?”

53.) “My sweater is uglier than yours!” “No, but your face certainly is.”

54.) Cutting down our Christmas tree.

55.) Dirty Santa

56.) Eight Days of Joy.

57.) “I can jingle your bells.”

58.) “Time to light the Menorah.”

59.) “How long will this last?”  “For however long we want it to.”

60.) Celebrations.

61.) Christmas angel.

62.) “Are you the real Santa Clause?” 

63.) Telling the story of the season.

64.) Building gingerbread houses.

65.) “Don’t eat my gingerbread house!” “But it looks so good!”

66.) “Those cookies are for Santa!” 

67.) Wishing on a star.

68.) Spin the Dreidel.

69.) “I can give you a present to unwrap.” 

70.) “No crying on Christmas.”

71.) “Let’s go caroling.” “But it’s snowing.” “So? Makes it better.”

72.) Joy to the world. 

73.) “Your eyes shine as bright as the lights.”

74.) Polar Express.

75.) Crystal Snow.

76.) “I don’t sing.” “Too bad, you’re going to sing holiday karaoke with me.”

77.) Holiday coffeehouse. 

78.) “Christmas is in two days and I haven't gotten them anything!”

79.) “All I want for Christmas is youuuuuu.” “Okay, you’ve had way to much eggnog.”

80.) “THE TREE IS ON FIRE!” 

81.) “The turkey is burning!” “Oh no, our turkey, it’s burning.”

82.) “Why is it so cold?” “It’s cause you’re here.”

83.) “Why is it so hot?” “It’s cause I’m here.”

84.) “You’ve been very naughty this year.”

85.) “I want a puppy for Christmas.”

86.) Winter Wonderland.

87.) “I’m in quarantine.” “But it’s Christmas!”

88.) Silver and gold.

89.) “Did I do a good wrapping job?” “I know exactly what it is.”

90.) Light up the sky.

91.) Spending the holidays at work instead of with family.

92.) “Happy as an elf.”

93.) Holiday travels. 

94.) “Welcome to Santa Airlines.”

95.) “My thighs are too thicc for the chimney.”

96.) “What do you want for Hanukkah/Christmas?”

97.) “I’ll make sure you will never spend another holiday alone.”

98.) Traditions new and old.

99.) “Slide down the chimney and kiss me.”

100.) “Happy Holidays!”

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Summary- Jimin's hay maze was not designed for this purpose, but who's really going to stop you and Seokjin?

word count -  1.6k

pairing- bffwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff, fwb2l

warnings- making out, fingering, public lewdness, kinda dom!seokjin and brat!reader as usual

a.n- damn ryen i really wrote this sitting on a plane next to a guy reading a bible. but i'd do it again just for you 🥰 thank you so much for requesting, this turned out a bit different than the prompt lol

as always thank you to my lovely wifey @oftenderweapons for beta reading this and reminding me that SEOKJIN’S NEVER A GOOD BOY. hehe

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A loud growl startled you, making you scream and leaving your heart racing as you looked around you in the pitch-black darkness surrounding you. The arms wrapping around your waist only added to your fear till you registered the squeaky laugh of your best friend tinkling in your ear. 

“Kim Seokjin! I will fucking murder you,” you seethed, slapping his forearm with a force that made him wince, not that you could see thanks to the stupidly scary hay maze Jimin had created at his parent’s farmhouse. In Jimin’s defence, no one was technically meant to go in here after sundown, hence the lack of lights.

“Why are you even in here right now? You’re lucky I saw you come in, you could be lost. Left wandering among these hay bales till the end of time, screaming eternal in a white gown and terrible hair,” he soliloquized dramatically, still latched on to your back, despite your attempts to nudge him off. 

“I was trying to challenge myself,” you huffed. “Facing my fears, y’know?”

“Well, you faced them! I’m pretty sure I’m deaf in my left ear now,” he joked earning another slap to his arm as you scowled. 

“And why are you here, Seokjin?” 

“Oh cause I’m horny,” he replied nonchalantly, leaning down to kiss your cheek, his hands trailing to your hips where they held on firmly. 

“So you were gonna jerk off in here?” you mused, ignoring the way his smirk pressed against your neck raised goosebumps that had nothing to do with the cold November air. 

“Why? Do you wanna watch, baby?” He accentuated his quip with a nip to your shoulder, making you still as you felt yourself getting turned on forgetting all about your earlier fears. However, the fact that your friends were only a few meters away made you cautious, pushing him off you. 

Although you didn’t care if they found out about your new arrangement, you still preferred they found out through you and not your moans. 

“Come on. Let’s go back. Others will hear,” you said, walking away from him towards where you thought the exit was. Seokjin, however, was not easily convinced, pulling you with a grip on your wrist till you were turning and slamming into his chest. 

“I’ve got ways to keep you quiet,” he whispered, a hand on your lower back keeping you pressed against him and another stroking your scalp. You could feel his breath on your ear and it made you shiver. 

“I could gag you with your panties,” he continued, the hand on your back sliding under the waistband of your jeans, fingers just caressing the skin. “Or I could choke you,” his other hand moved to the nape of your neck, grip light but the threat ever-present. 

“Or maybe I’d just keep kissing you,” his lips traced your jaw, touch featherlight, leaving warmth in their wake. “Swallow all your moans.”

He kissed you then, bruising and eager, lips easily slotting against yours. He tasted of the marshmallows he had eaten earlier, lips still sticky in a way that made you want to suck away all the sugary residue. His hand ventured deeper into your pants, fingers massaging your ass and making you keen. 

At the sound, he pulled you away from him by your hair, biting his lip and looking down at you. You could barely see his features, but you didn’t need to see him to know how he looked when his voice took on that deep growl he reserved only for you. 

“But I don’t need to do any of that, do I?” he questioned, pulling your hair further as he pulled you in towards his hips, making your back arch. “You’d be quiet just because I said so, wouldn’t you? You’d be a good girl for me, hmm?”

If you weren’t turned on before, his dominance did the trick, making you moan lowly as you nodded. That was the cue he needed, crashing his lips on yours once again, wasting no time to push you against the hay wall behind you. 

You no longer cared who heard you because all you could feel was his hands on you, his thigh right against your core, his length hard against your stomach. But most of all, it was his plush lips that were making you mewl quietly. They sucked on yours in a way that was addicting, biting and licking away the sting. 

If all you did was make out, you’d be happy, your nerves already lighting up with the slight pressure of his thigh and his hands gripping your hips. But Seokjin had other plans, as he started rocking you against him, grinding on you and chuckling against your mouth when it elicited a moan. 

His hands were everywhere, roaming under your thick sweater, leaving sparks on your skin till they roamed more south, fingers pressing against your underwear. Lost in his lips, you didn’t even register when he unbuttoned your jeans, moaning loudly when he tapped your clit and made your breathless. 

From the get go it seemed that Seokjin just wanted to unravel you. There was no fanfare, no preparation as he inserted two fingers in your heat, setting a punishing pace. It helped that you were gushing by then, his words never failing to affect you. 

“Fuck! Always so ready for me,” he praised, as you sang his name, leaning into the wall behind you, uncaring of the straw that poked you through your sweater. 

You couldn’t help the noises spilling out of you as he pistoned his fingers inside you, making you bite your lip in ecstasy. In the past few weeks you’d be sleeping with him, he had never gotten you to the edge this quickly, your core tightening at his ministrations as you held onto him, clutching onto his sweater. 

“Don’t be stupid, baby. Be quiet,” he grunted, his hips thrusting against you, his cock grinding against your stomach. He would never admit it to you, but the fact that you were moaning his name while all your friends were at a bonfire a few meters away was unleashing something he didn’t know he had in him. He wanted you to scream at the top of your lungs, to let everyone know that he was making you feel so good that you lost all your usual calm and rationale. 

“Let me cum. Seokjin! Let me cum,” you whispered, voice hoarse and not quiet at all. Usually Seokjin would make you beg, punish you for not asking permission and instead being a demanding little brat, but he didn’t want to get caught either so with a hand on your mouth and his thumb against your clit he picked up the pace, hooking his fingers in a way he knew would have you coming undone. 

And come undone you did. 

Your legs shook, hands holding on to his wrist as your orgasm rushed through you. If it wasn’t for his palm muffling your screams you were sure anyone within a few kilometres would’ve heard you. It felt unreal, turning your world upside down. 

“Holy fuck,” Seokjin yelled as he collapsed on top of you, right as the wall behind you gave way and you fell to the ground. 

“Is your hand… in her… pants?” 

You closed your eyes because you couldn’t bear to look at Jimin. Not only because you basically got fucked on his parent’s property but also because you wrecked the hay maze he had spent over two weeks working on. 

“What pants?” Seokjin asked, feigning confusion even though his fingers were still buried inside you, which he had the audacity to wriggle, making you yelp at the over sensitivity. 

“Yeah I’m gonna go back and pretend I never saw this,” Jimin said, face scrunched as he walked away. “Fix my maze before you come back and don’t fuck in the yard!”

Your embarrassment was only amplified by Seokjin’s annoying laugh and the fact that he still refused to move from on top of you. 

“Get off of me!” you yelled, pushing at his stupidly large shoulders. 

“Oh get you off? But I already did that,” he pouted, extracting his hand from your pants and hovering over you. He pulled a piece of straw from your hair with a smile that puffed his cheeks and you couldn’t help but be endeared, even when you wanted to smack him atop his head for being so reckless. 

“I hate you,” you sneered, pushing him off you hard so he landed on his back beside you on the remains of the hay wall. It was gentle landing but Seokjin being Seokjin grabbed his back howling dramatically. 

“I think you broke my spine,” he whined, pulling you into him, the grin on his face a dead giveaway of his actual intentions. “I think you should kiss it better.”

However, before he could pull you in for another kiss and in fact end up fucking you in the yard, you stood up, brushing your clothes and giving a saccharine smile accompanied by your middle finger. 

“Thanks for making me cum, Jinnie,” you said cheerfully, walking backwards to the house watching your best friend with benefits sputter on the ground. 

“You’re not even gonna help me fix the maze?” he asked, standing up with his hands on his hips. 

“Nope! I think you’re gonna have fun all by yourself,” you grinned. 

“You’ll be sorry, baby,” he called to you as you walked away waving behind you, ignoring his grumbling.

You couldn’t wait to be sorry. 

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26+3 with suga 🥺

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Prompt #3

“You’re trembling.”

Prompt #26

“You told me that you would be okay! You promised!”

You begged him not to go.

You tried urging him to stay home and send one of his men to scope out the warehouse instead. Something simply felt wrong, forcing your guts to painfully twist and churn in a series of tight knots. A small voice in the back of your mind screamed there was something sinister hiding behind the scenes - something that your dear fiancé just wasn’t aware of. 

The job itself seemed far too easy. Vast shipments of drugs and illegal firearms being transported to a stationary warehouse, unguarded, left completely unattended for anyone to get their hands on. 

Of course, Yoongi ignored your pleads. With a simple wave of his hand, he tried to shrug away your pestering anxiety. To assure you everything was going to be fine and that he had everything under control.

Oh, how he was wrong.

The sounds of the heart monitor consumed your ears. Each beep sounding louder than the last. The sickening smell of the hospital's sanitizer crept up your nose, making the already deeply imbedded seed of nausea to blossom even more. 

Directly in front of you laid your unconscious fiancé. The thin hospital sheets were pulled up to his shoulders, hiding the gut-wrenching sight of a bullet wound in his chest. Doctors’ had told you on repeat - like a broken venal record - it was a miracle of sorts, that despite the obvious injury, Yoongi had obtained little actual damage. 

Yet, before they left you alone in the with your gloom-filled thoughts, they felt the need to add in a small detail that caused your skin to crawl and tears to ultimately pool in your eyes.

A few inches further to the right and the bullet would have shot right through his heart.

“Good morning, sunshine,” a low voice abruptly groaned out, effortlessly capturing all your attention. In an instant, your head snapped up, switching your gaze from your tear-soaked jeans to the man laying only a foot away. 

Yoongi was already staring in your direction with exhaustion and admiration swirling around in his dark irises. His hand moved to reach out to your own, wanting to feel the warmth of your familiar touch, but to both of your surprise, your hand pulled away in a flash. 

“Don’t call me that,” you unexpectedly huffed, not only shocking your partner, but catching yourself off guard as well, “You don’t get to call me that .. At least not right now.” 

You hated being harsh with him, especially when all you wanted to do was shower him in kisses and be swallowed by the pure happiness that was attempting to creep in. However, the sheer anger you felt towards his idiocy outweighed any other positive emotion.

After a brief pause a silence, Yoongi broke into a small fit of chuckles. His head gently shook side to side and the same gummy smile you adored stretched across his lips. 

“I take it you’re mad at me then.”

Mad? Mad? 

The simple three-letter word didn’t begin to encompass the wave of emotions you were experiencing. Annoyance, grief, and guilt were only a few that ate away at your sanity, yet frustration and fury came out on top. 

“I am more than just mad at you, Min Yoongi,” you practically snarled at the man who had just awakened, “Do you not understand what just happened? I knew something was wrong with that job, but you didn’t listen! You could have died! Do you know what the doctor told me? The bullet was only a few inches away from hitting your heart!”

“Sweetheart,” Yoongi’s calm and put-together voice attempted to interrupt your own, but was instantly drowned out.

“You told me that you would be okay! You promised!”

A fresh wave of angry tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, all while your voice broke from the last two words that rolled off your tongue.

“Y/n,” Yoongi tried again, this time using your distracted state to gently intertwine your fingers with his, “You’re trembling.”

His words took you by surprise. All the heightened emotions you were feeling vanished, leaving you in a place of confusion.

Trembling?

You were so distracted by your own angry rambling, that you didn’t even notice the shakes that began to plague your nerves. Against your better judgment, your body began to melt under the softness of his touch. Your shoulders slumped back down to a more relaxed state and your eyes no longer radiated the fury you once felt.

“Do I get a chance to speak now?”

You flashed him a sharp glare at the question that slipped from his lips, but your head still reluctantly nodded in agreement. At the same time, Yoongi’s thumb lightly traced over your knuckles, reminding you that now, everything was okay.

“I should have been more careful. I’m sorry for scaring you, sweetheart.”

Your eyebrow firmly raised at his words. That was it? There was no way you were going to accept that small apology, “And? Do you promise to listen to me next time?” 

You watched as Yoongi’s tongue poked the side of his cheek, in what you could only assume to be annoyance. It was well know how he hated listening to the words of others, but if it meant you wouldn’t avoid him with such bitterness, he would gladly comply. At least just this once.

“Yeah-yeah, I proimse.”

With his grumbled words, a genuine smile was curving up at your lips, and you leaned in to finally pepper delicate kisses across Yoongi’s face, just like you’ve been wanting to since the moment he opened his eyes again.

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kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height equality with tall boi joon please!

Technology is a Bummer (knj)

word count- 1019

pairing- Doctor!Namjoon x Doctor!Reader

rating- PG

genre- fluff, pining, missed connection (kinda), hospital!au

an - i saw a twitter thread of namjoon in glasses and ooof. also he as a doctor would be so freakin hot.

s/o to the wifey @oftenderweapons for beta reading this!

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“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor,” Namjoon said with a dimpled smile as he walked towards you, a coffee in hand. You groaned, leaning against the railing of the top step. The stairway was your escape. The only place in the busy hospital where you didn’t have to worry about random patients asking you for advice or fresh faced interns trying to suck up. It was your sanctuary. That is, until this moment. 

“You were great in there by the way,” he continued climbing the steps till he was in front of you.  For the first time you were taller than that tree of a human. “Honestly you have my vote. I think the nanoparticles idea to treat your myofibroblastic sarcoma patients is dare I say, gold.” 

He snickered at his own pun - the nanoparticles were made from gold - the low rumble of his voice dissipating your earlier annoyance. You didn’t know why Namjoon always irritated you. By all definitions he was great - well spoken, kind, and top of his field of infectious diseases. Perhaps it was that you had slept with him the night before being transferred to this hospital - his hospital - or that he had merely responded the next day with pure professionalism. Perhaps it was that all your interns dreaded being put on your rotation while they clamoured to serve him. You didn’t want to over analyze it, but it was hard not to do so when his stupid smile somehow vexed and calmed you at the same time. 

He stepped onto the next stair, your heights becoming equal as he mimicked your pose, a strong forearm leaning next to yours against the railing. You hated how your heart did the little jump as it accidentally brushed you. 

“Quiet today, hmm?” He commented on your silence, daring to trace a finger slightly on your hand. When you still didn’t answer, your eyes glued to where his hand now rested on yours, he continued. “I wanted to pick your brain about your tech, I heard they’re using it for targeting anthrax down in Michigan. Would you let me?”

“Let you what?” You asked, confused since you had zoned out, too busy remembering how he smoothly talked you into his bed and then not so smoothly pounded you into the mattress four months ago. 

“Let me pick your brain, among other things,” he answered coolly. 

“Other things?” You stammered a little, your mind going straight to the gutter. He hummed in response, nonchalant in the way he picked an invisible piece of lint off your lab coat. 

“Would you be interested? In other things… again?” He seemed to have lost his nerve at that, a rosy flush now visible on his high cheekbones, no longer able to be hidden behind his dark rimmed glasses. But it seemed that you were mirroring him, heat rising up your neck at the comment. 

“Why? So you can pretend it never happened?”

He blinked at you, sputtering in disbelief. “I never pretended! You did!” he protested, insisting that he had sent you multiple texts which you ignored. You rolled your eyes at that, sick of the excuses despite your racing heart. But Kim Namjoon was never one to back down from a challenge, proving himself by pulling out his phone and scrolling through the eight different messages he had sent you, the first one being only an hour after you had left his place. There was only one problem though. 

“Namjoon, that’s not my number,” you said, failing to hide the giddy grin at his flabbergasted expression, eyebrows flying up his forehead and mouth dropping open. 

“But I swear I wrote it down right!”

“It’s a four at the end, not a nine,” you giggled and he facepalmed at his stupid mistake. “Although to answer your last text - no, I’m not weirded out that we work together. And sure I’d love to grab dinner sometime.”

“You mean I could’ve been with you instead of pining after you if I just talked in person?” He groaned. 

“Yup. Technology is a bummer, isn’t it?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled before the two of you broke into laughter, moving closer without intending to. When the laughter died, it was replaced with a shared tension. A tension that led you to wet your lips and to him watching you do so with a look you hadn’t seen in months. His eyes met yours then, but he still seemed a little hesitant. Perhaps from months of being accidentally rejected. 

You decided to take the initiative, whispering a little “fuck it” before you placed your lips against his. He didn’t need long to recover, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back, gentle and calm, as if he had all the time in the world. You didn’t mind it, happy to relish the taste of him you hadn’t realized you missed so much. 

However, as busy residents, you didn’t have all the time in the world, both your pagers beeping simultaneously to pull you out of your bubble. He whined against your lips, equally disappointed to have lost the moment. 

“Duty calls,” you whispered and he kissed you one last time before escorting you out of the staircase and towards the emergency room. Before the two of you could get swarmed by oncoming patients from an accident, he smiled at you, grasping your hand and squeezing it gently. 

“So dinner tomorrow?”

You agreed, tying the knots on the gown, preparing to deal with the carnage, as he did the same. 

“Oh and Namjoon? Don’t tell anyone about my staircase. That’s mine,” you warned with a grin that didn’t match your tone as he laughed at you. 

“I hate to break it to you but everyone knows about that staircase. The only reason no one goes there is because they’re scared of you,” he joked, mirth dancing in his eyes at your surprise. 

“Well… good,” you replied, not knowing how to respond. He just laughed, squeezing your hand one last time before the two of you were separated, tending to the new patients and exchanging stolen glances.

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Hi! First off...I love your work! .Anyways..I wanted to request a scenario where WEREWOLFdom!tae or WEREWOLFdom!jk asking s/o to run because he cant control himself as she disobeyed him.. But, he loses it and catches her...

Would love it if you could do this!! I love your work sososososo much!!

this prompt oml save my soul

decided to use taehyung x OC :))

warnings: possessive tae, also angry tae oh no, slight humiliation

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"Didn't I tell you to stay the fuck away from him?" Taehyung snarls, walking up to you with anger written all across his prominent face. His eyebrows furrow intently, making sure that he was upset and angered.

"It's not my fault!" you try to defend yourself, backup up away from him, "He... he talked to me first! He was a part of your pack, Taehyung. I couldn't do anything!"

"You could've told him to go fuck himself instead." Taehyung crosses his arms, looking down at you with malice.

You feel small and defenseless, cornered against a wall. You bite your lip in utter fear, this being the first time he was genuinely mad at you.

"You know how he's like. He's a motherfucker who wants everything, including you. That's why I told you to stay away from him, right? But of course, you had to be disobedient. For what? Huh?" Taehyung lifts his hands up and rests them between your head, trapping you with his arms. "You want to prove something to me, little one? You want to prove that you're an independent woman who can do whatever she wants? Is that it? Or are you just certifying how disobedient you can be?"

Your eyes expand, "Taehyung, no! Absolutely not."

He grits his teeth, unconsciously showing you his sharp canines. "Then what the fucks your reason, hm?"

You did not like the way he was talking to you. Although your heart was racing in nervousness and fear, it wasn't your fault that he's vastly the jealous type.

You decide to speak up, "Stop being so jealous all the time! I don't have anything to do with him!" You push his chest, but he doesn't budge, "I know my boundaries, Taehyung!"

Taehyung was baffled. He looks at the floor with a smirk, mouth agape. He takes a step back, then gazes back at you with his head slightly tilted down. "You know I'm territorial, Y/n. That's the first fucking thing I said about myself when we first met."

Taehyung groans loudly and runs both hands through his hair while turning around. He walks away from you, rubbing the back of his neck as he mutters something under his breath.

You didn't quite catch what it was, making him repeat himself. He completely loses all control.

"I said," he turns around, eyes now gold, "fucking run!"

Within a heartbeat, you did not hesitate to run as the sight of him startles you. Nothing else occupied your mind but to run, move your legs as fast as you can, and run away from your boyfriend.

You fight back the tears that were trying to escape. You have never seen him like this before. Angry to the point that he asked you to stay away from him. Your body feels heavy and your feet try their best to run, and run, and run.

Your shoes rustle against the fallen leaves, your legs pushing you deeper into the woods.

Deciding to stop your tracks to catch your breath, you sink down onto your knees.

If only you can change back time.

Suddenly, two hands grab a hold of your shoulders, causing you to jump. Turning around in lightspeed to see who it was, you fall to your back when Taehyung pounces on you.

He pins your body down, lips attaching themselves to your neck. You didn't get to process what he was doing for everything was happening so fast.

"Stop. Being. A. Disobedient. Brat." He says in between kisses. Taehyung finds your sweet spot right below your ear and licks it, biting the skin right after. You let out a quiet whimper, shutting your eyes.

"You belong to me. I own you. Get it?" He continues to bite down on your skin, leaving marks all over your neck. The stinging only drives you crazy, already used to him bruising you up like this. "I'm gonna fuck you so good in these woods so that every time they go to this place, everyone will smell our scent together. They'll know you're mine, and mine only."

He travels his hand down to your pants, cupping your crotch firmly. You gasp, looking deep into his golden irises. "My territory."

Sleep A Little Longer (KTH x Reader)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Sleep paralysis, fluff

Word Count: 779

Summary: Taehyung comforts you after having a nightmare

The constant falling of raindrops and the occasional soft boom of thunder outside is sonorous enough to resound through the whole apartment, but not loud enough to wake you up. Taehyung lays sound asleep next to you, missing your quiet cries and the way you were slightly hyperventilating. Tae had come home early from rehearsal and brought you to bed, claiming that he wanted to make most of the time you had together before his next tour, and to take this time to rest with you. The moment's purpose was to be relaxing. But it wasn't.

Your eyebrows furrowed every now and then, followed by a soft whine. But that could only be heard by a person that is physically next to you. In your head, you were letting out full-throated screams as the scenes of your antipathy were being played out in your mind.

Your hyperventilation was caused by the fact that you were stuck in a sleep paralysis, only to deteriorate your trepidation. But second by second, you began to break free from your incapacity, having still somewhat being in a trance. "Hmph... no.. no," you whimpered.

Minutes after the battle between your mind and your body, gasping, you finally shot out of your sleep trance while your eyes snap open and heart beating rapidly, the fear still prominent in your face. You sat in place, leaning on your arms to keep you steady, breathing heavily as small beads of sweat started sliding down your face. Looking at the window, you notice that it has gotten dark already, whilst watching the water droplets sliding one by one.

"Mh, Y/n, you alright?" Your sudden gasp was reverberant enough to stir your boyfriend awake. He sits up and rubs his eyes

Slightly frightened, you take a quick glance at him before taking a deep breath and answering, "Yeah, Tae, I'm fine."

Unconvinced, he furrows his eyebrows and moves closer. "Are you sure?" He asks you. For what you don't know, he's well aware that you are not fine. And you've always been pretty obstinate about your feelings because you've always wanted to appear as tough and inviolable. Mostly independent.

"Yes, I–" You pause, not even sure if lying to your boyfriend about something he's concerned about was a good idea. You appreciated his concern, you really did. And it's not as if you hadn't been at your most vulnerable self in front of him. But that last moment would've been it. You're strong and independent and that's the only thing people should see.

"A nightmare?" He asks, tilting his head slightly, knowing that the answer is yes.

You take a deep breath and finally give in. "Y– yes." You wince at your stuttering. Even knowing that Taehyung is trying his best to commiserate you, you still in a slight loss of your dignity. "I don't really wanna talk about it, though," you say, crossing your arms.

"Y/n..."

"I'm fine, Tae, I'm fine," you say, trying to ignore the way your lips are quivering. You sat there, avoiding your boyfriend's gaze and convincing yourself that you could fight the tears that are threatening to spill. Unfortunately, you betrayed yourself and let out a quiet sob.

You feel Taehyung shift closer to you. "C'mere," he says softly. You turn to see him with his arms open. Without hesitation, you fell into them and continued to sob. You wrap your arms tightly around him and let him console you, rubbing your back soothingly. "I know you know this, but it's okay to be scared. And trying to act tough won't really help anyone... not saying that you're not strong, 'cause I know you're strong but..." he sighs and let's out a chuckle, failing to find the best way to put his words. "I'm just trying to say that I'm here, and that I don't blame you for being scared regardless of how tough of a person you are. I love you," he finishes, playing with your hair.

Your sobbing ceased and you began to relax, taking in your boyfriend's scent and letting it calm you down. You both lay there, listening to the appeasing sound of the pouring rain and making the most of each other's company.

Taehyung looks down at you, smiling softly and kisses your forehead. "Feeling better?"

"Mm, much, thank you," you say, sighing softly. "Let's just sleep a little longer, I'm not ready to wake up." You look up at him.

"Me neither," he says before pressing another kiss on your forehead.

You're both lulled into sleep in each other's arms, this time, with you knowing that you are safe.