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Irony [short ver]

きょうがし, 05/31/2026

Choreography: ATY

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Pairing: Fboy!Taehyung x f!reader

Summary: You and Taehyung have been friends since middle school, sticking together throughout high school and college. Something changed in Taehyung when you got to college, he had a new girl with him almost every week, breaking it off when things started getting serious. He never changed with you… until you hooked up at a party.

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, fwb au, non-idol au.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: poorly written smut, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) nipple sucking, protected sex, little bit of fluff if you squint

A/n: not sure how I feel about this, but I feel bad that its been a month and no update 😶‍🌫️

I do have another chapter already written so if I get too far between posting I’ll post that chapter too

The second you pulled up to the house you could see a few drunk students outside, leaning against the wall for support. “Do people always get this drunk?” You ask while unbuckling your seatbelt, your gaze locked onto your fellow classmates.

Taehyung hums, “Lots of people yeah. Especially them.” He gestures to the students while getting out of his car.

He rounds the car to open your door, extending a hand to help you out. You take his hand, getting out of the vehicle, looking at the house in front of you.

“This is Na-ri’s place? It’s huge.” He leads you towards the entrance with a hand on the small of your back. “Her parents.” He leads you into the house, weaving through drunken, sweaty bodies with practiced ease, keeping you close.

“They’re loaded. She hosts most of the parties because her parents are always out of town, and she has the biggest place out of all of us.” He raises his voice slightly so you can hear him over the music, the bass loud enough you can feel it pulsing in your chest.

You look around, barely able to see the room with the amount of bodies taking up the space. Taehyung leads you to the bar, grabbing 2 red solo cups, pouring a mix of liquor into the two cups. “Is it always this crowded?” You look at him.

He hands you one of the cups, nodding, “Pretty much.” He takes a sip of his own drink. You look down at the cup in your hands, “What is this?” You sniff the cup. “Pina colada. I know you love your sweet drinks, princess.” He grabs your free hand, leading you through the crowd once more.

He leads you to a surprisingly empty couch in the corner, sitting down and pulling you down beside him. “You come here every weekend?” Your nose scrunches in disgust. He laughs, “Pretty much.” He takes another sip of his drink. “Is it really that bad Y/n?” He teases, nudging you with his shoulder playfully.

“It reeks of alcohol, sweat and lord knows what else.” You look around. Taehyung laughs, “That’s the smell of fun, princess. You get used to it. Is it not good?” He nods at your drink.

You look at him before at your drink, “Well we have to drive, and you’re drinking, so…” You glance at his own cup. He smiles, “Buzzkill. We can always stay the night.” He leans back against the couch, one arm strewn across the back behind you.

“Actually? She wouldn’t mind?” You look at him. He nods, “Lotsa people stay. She kicks us out in the morning, but she typically doesn’t care.” He takes a sip of his drink.

You slowly nod, looking down at your cup. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” His tone shifts, noticing your hesitation. You stare at the cream liquid for a moment longer before bringing it to your lips, taking a long sip. He smiles, lightly tapping his cup against yours once you bring it back down before taking a sip of his own drink.

“We’re starting the whisper game!” Someone shouts from a few feet away, half drunk bodies hurrying into the living room. Taehyung looks at you and tilts his head towards the poorly formed circle, “Wanna join?” You nod.

Taehyung stands up and leads you with him, finding a spot next to one another in the circle. You lean closer to Taehyung, keeping your legs crossed and against your chest, your drink in front of you. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close. “Don’t be nervous, no one will barf on you… probably.” He teases.

You look at him with wide eyes, “Don’t jinx it!” You slap his thigh. He laughs at the hit, “If anyone tries to barf on you, I’ll pull you out of the way. I promise.” He squeezes your shoulder lightly. “How do you play?” You look around the circle. “It’s easy, princess. Someone whispers a question to another person in the circle, like ‘who’s your favorite person in the circle’ and they have to say the name out loud. If you wanna know the question, you drink.”

—

You learned very quickly you did not care for the whisper game. You’re a naturally nosy person, and despite not handling alcohol well, you drank a cup and a half of the delicious cocktail Taehyung made you.

Safe to say you were feeling more than a little tipsy. You hadn’t had a turn, and neither had Taehyung. Though you weren’t surprised with the amount of people playing. You had been quietly talking with Taehyung while watching the drama, mostly sexual, unfold.

“Taehyung-ssi…” A girl, one you recognized as one of Taehyung past flings, smiled shyly at him. You glance at Taehyung before at the girl again, picking up your drink without a second thought and taking a long sip.

The other girl who asked the question crawls over, leaning close, and whispers in your ear the question she asked: “Who do you want to go home with tonight?” Maybe it’s just the alcohol in your system, but as you heard the question a surge of jealousy flared up inside of you.

Taehyung takes a sip of his own drink, looking at the girl curiously. He smirks after hearing the question, watching the girl with a predatory gaze. You watch his reaction, your eyes narrowing slightly as your gaze flickers between the two of them.

“Okay let’s switch it up! Truth or dare!” One girl grabs an empty beer bottle and places it in the middle, spinning it.

The bottle twirls around the circle before slowly coming to land on you. “Y/n, truth or dare?” You look at the girl, “Dare.” A low chorus of ‘ooh’s’ echo around the circle, everyone watching you intently. “I dare you… to kiss the hottest guy here!” At that every male in the circle perks up, some even going as far as to pull out chapstick.

You glance at them before finally looking at Taehyung. The man isn’t even looking at you, clearly not expecting to be chosen. You don’t know what comes over you, but you climb into his lap, your legs on either side of his. He looks up at you, blinking a few times in surprise. “Y/n?” His eyes flit between yours.

You lean closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your heart is in your throat, your hands trembling behind his neck. “Are you sure you wanna do this, princess?” Taehyung’s voice lowers so only you hear him, his hand lightly rubbing your back.

Before you can think about it, you lean forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss. He tenses for a moment before leaning into the kiss, his hand that was previously on your back coming up to cup the back of your neck.

His tongue swipes the seam of your lips and you part them without a second thought, a hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as his tongue slides against yours. His free hand snakes to your thigh, squeezing it. All the noise around you seems to fade as you get lost in the kiss. Lost in him.

You almost forget you’re in his lap in front of everyone when he pulls away, his chest heaving slightly along with yours. You slowly open your eyes, gazing into his own. But they’re not the eyes you’re used to. Now, they’re lidded and lust-filled.

You hate that it excites you.

You slide off of his lap and back into your spot beside him, sitting closer than before. You reach up and wipe your lip gloss from his lips, making eye contact with the girl from earlier.

She immediately looks away, excusing herself from the circle. Your eyes glimmer with satisfaction as you watch her walk away. You know you have no right to act like this, but you don’t care. And clearly Taehyung doesn’t either, judging by the way his hand is already back on your thigh, equally staking his claim.

Regardless if it’s temporary.

Taehyung leans closer, whispering in your ear, “I believe someone’s jealous~” His lips graze your ear as he speaks. “Am not…” You grumble, though you both know you’re lying. He kisses your neck lightly, his hand sliding higher up your jean-clad thigh.

You shiver, subconsciously tilting your head back to give him easier access to your skin. “Why don’t we go upstairs?” He mumbles against your skin, his teeth grazing it before he pulls away, pulling you up with him without waiting for your answer.

He leads you through the crowds, holding you close while weaving through drunken bodies. He leads you upstairs and down the hall, pushing open the first door he sees.

He shuts the door behind the two of you and presses you against it, his lips immediately clashing with yours. You can’t help the small moan that slips past your lips. Your arms slide around his neck, keeping him close. His hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up with ease.

A small squeak of surprise escapes you as your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you to the bed, setting you down and climbing on with you, practically straddling you while he pushes off your jacket.

You easily shrug off the article of clothing, dropping it on the floor without a second thought. “Take this off.” He tugs at your top. “So demanding… not even a please?” You pout, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He huffs, “Please?” You smirk, shrugging off the top, tossing it in the direction of your jacket.

Taehyung leans down, kissing your jaw to your neck as he pushes you to lay down. You tilt your head back, baring your neck to him. He nips at the delicate skin, sucking a deep mark where your neck meets your shoulder.

He kisses down your collarbones to your chest, looking up at you. “Can I take this off?” His finger hooks into the strap of your bra, pulling it slightly before letting it snap back to your skin. You nod, that’s all it takes for him to slide your bra off, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers. A small moan slips past your lips, your hand snaking down to tangle in his hair.

His teeth graze your nipple before he switches to the other, giving it the same attention. He slips off with a lewd pop, kissing down your stomach, holding eye contact with you as he does so. His fingers play with the hem of your jeans. You nod, understanding his question without it even being asked.

He immediately unbuttons and unzips your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear. He pushes your legs apart, laying on his stomach between your legs, his face now leveled with your pussy. He holds eye contact as he licks a slow stripe from your hole to your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

His middle and ring finger circle your hole as he kitten licks your clit.

You tug on his hair, head lolling back as your hips roll against his face. He slowly pushes his fingers into your tight hole, scissoring you slowly. His other hand reaches up to play with your breast, squeezing the flesh and pinching your nipple.

Your hand tangled in his hair presses his face further into your dripping core, your thighs clenching around his head. He groans against your pussy, pulling his fingers out to grab both of your thighs, pushing them up and pulling you closer, angling your hips to bare more of your pussy to him.

He moves to lap at your dripping hole, his nose bumping your clit with each movement. Your eyes roll back, clenching around nothing as your orgasm approaches rapidly. He slides two fingers back into your sopping cunt as he eats you out, massaging your g-spot vigorously.

That’s all it takes for you to reach your orgasm, your legs trembling as it washes over you. Taehyung continues curling his fingers through your orgasm, sucking on your clit until you physically pull him away.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up your body, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls away briefly to tug off his shirt, tossing it to the side before kissing you again.

He reaches down, unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants down and kicking them off. He grinds against your core, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan, your hands trailing down his chest, holding onto his waist.

He kisses down your jaw to your neck, pushing his boxers down. He kicks off the fabric, sucking a deep mark into your neck before pulling away, grabbing his pants from the floor. You watch him confusedly, your mind foggy from the alcohol and your previous orgasm.

He pulls a foil wrapper out of his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth. Ah. A condom. You don’t know why you feel a pang of hurt, knowing he was planning to use that condom with someone else.

He rolls the rubber onto his cock, discarding the pants and crawling over your body once more. He nuzzles into your neck, “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” He guides his cock to your entrance, slowly starting to push into you. You moan with every inch he pushes into you, all thoughts leave you, instead consuming your mind with nothing but him, him, him.

He stills, his pelvis snug against yours, kissing your neck lightly. His hands slide up your arms to slot his fingers between yours, pinning your arms above your head. He starts to thrust, keeping the movements slow and light. You moan softly each time he pushes back in, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Feel good?” His breath is hot against your ear, voice low, sending shivers down your spine. You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. He speeds up his thrusts, grunting into your neck. Your back arches, his tip bumping your g-spot deliciously with every thrust. He lets go of one of your hands, instead reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

You clench around him, moaning. He groans when you clench, thrusting harder. He nips and sucks at your neck. “Gonna cum…” You moan out, your back arching. “Yeah? Gonna cum around my cock?” He rubs your clit faster. With that, you're pushed over the edge once more, a low, shaky moan leaving your lips.

Taehyung lets out a hushed ‘fuck’ as he cums, his hips stuttering before stilling against yours. He pants, his hot breath fanning across your neck and shoulder. You pant underneath him, burying your face in his neck.

He stays on top of you for a few minutes before slowly pulling out of you, standing up and disappearing into the bathroom.

He returns after a minute with a wet towel, gently cleaning you up. He tosses the towel to the side before crawling back into the bed beside you. Your eyes start to droop, but you fight to keep them open, looking at your clothes on the floor.

“Don’t worry about it, princess. It’s late, we’ll leave tomorrow.” Taehyung lays down with a sigh, pulling you down beside him. You slowly lay your head on his chest, resting your arm over his waist. His hand idly traces shapes into your back and you relax against him, closing your eyes.

You know, deep down, that this doesn’t mean anything to him. But for just a moment, you let yourself believe he loves you as much as you love him.

A/n: soooooooooo?

Yes no? Maybe so? I feel like the reason I hate the smut is because it’s so short, but I spent like a whole week just staring at the half finished smut not sure what to do, so I kind of rushed it. I hope it’s not as bad as I think it is lol

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Pairing: Fboy!Taehyung x f!reader

Summary: You and Taehyung have been friends since middle school, sticking together throughout high school and college. Something changed in Taehyung when you got to college, he had a new girl with him almost every week, breaking it off when things started getting serious. He never changed with you… until you hooked up at a party.

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, fwb au, non-idol au.

Word count: 705

Warnings: None!

A/n: I hope you guys like it! I like the idea, but idk if I love this chapter lol. I know I’m stale from not writing sooooo yeah

You and Taehyung have been close friends since middle school, he’s been there for you through every hardship you’ve faced. He was always the sweetest boy you knew, bringing you your favorite candy when you were sad, or mad, or just for no reason. He knew how to make you laugh when you needed it.

That’s why you started having feelings for him. How could you not? He was every woman’s dream man… until you got to college. He started partying every weekend, a new girl by his side every week. Girls knew he was a player, but they still wanted a taste.

He loved the attention. He never admitted it, but he loved it. He loved having girls practically lined up waiting for their turn with him. Some lasted longer than others, but he’d always kick them to the curb when things started to get serious.

He never changed with you, still acting like the same sweet boy you’ve known behind closed doors. Watching movies, playing games, pillow fights, sleepovers, everything.

—

Taehyung opens the door, stepping inside with a tired sigh. He sets his bag down and slips off his shoes before walking over to the couch and flopping face-down beside you. You snort, “Nice to see you too.” You pause your movie.

He groans, turning onto his back, his head in your lap, “Today was soooo long.” He pouts, “And stressful. I had 5 exams.” You start to run your fingers through his hair. “5?” He nods, closing his eyes, “One more and I would’ve died.”

You chuckle, “Oh really?” He nods. You ruffle his hair before pulling your hand away. He opens his eyes, “Hey… why’d you stop…” He pouts. “‘Cause I’m gonna get a drink.” You gently push his head off of your lap before standing up.

“Get me one too!” He calls out as you disappear into your kitchen. “What do you want?” You call out back. “Uh… whatever you’re getting!”

You return to the living room holding 2 glasses of lemonade. He sits up, crossing his legs, taking his glass as you sit down. “What is it?” He sniffs it. “Lemonade.” You lean back against the couch, taking a sip of yours.

He nods, taking a sip of his own, leaning back as well. “You going to that party tonight?” He looks at you. You shake your head, setting your glass down on the coffee table. “I don’t do parties, Tae, you know that.”

He sets his glass beside yours, “Come on~ just this once? For me?” He pouts, grabbing your arm. You shake your head, pulling your arm free. “Pleeeease? Y/nie? Pretty please?” He juts his lip out further, moving closer.

“Fine… just this once…” You mumble. He grins, “You won’t regret it!” He leans against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “No, I think I will.” You lean your head against his.

—

Taehyung stayed at your apartment for a few more hours before leaving to get ready. He promised he’d be back in an hour to pick you up, and true to his word he was. He honked his horn in 2 quick, short bursts to let you know he was there.

You leave your apartment after grabbing your coat, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a long sleeve crop top, making your way to his car. You open the door and slide in, buckling up. “That’s what you’re wearing? You’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb.” Taehyung scans your outfit.

“Does it matter?” You look at him, scanning his own outfit. He’s dressed in a tight pair of ripped jeans, wearing a black t-shirt with a leather jacket. He shrugs, looking at the road as he pulls away from the curb.

“So where’s the party?” You look out of your window. “Na-ri’s.” You look at him in surprise, “Like your ex Na-ri? You’re going to her party?” He nods, focused on the road. “A party’s a party. I never miss one.”

“You have no life.” You look out of your window. Taehyung gasps dramatically, clutching his chest over his heart. “You wound me Y/n… I can’t believe you… my own best friend…”

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics.

A/n: so what do we think???? Yes? No? Maybe so?

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