My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]
Member: Kim Taehyung
Word Count: 2238
When I get asked
about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer.
Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall
in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide
that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides.
When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards
them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like
you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave.
They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person
you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about
the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up
in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The
cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on
him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t
even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost
in your eyes, you weren’t their type either.
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.
Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s
loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the
person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright
with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I
will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung. All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.
He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.
“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing
more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my
cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I
was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk
through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.
“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”
Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine
frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at
his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut
behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of
the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly. Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.
I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the
steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and
keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under
the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention
towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get
cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.
I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.
“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.
I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring
Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better
view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.
“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”
I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into
bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after
and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head
to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.
“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking
at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond,
catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.
“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.
Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and
he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my
ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”
He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole.
The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed
skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my
shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his
tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him
remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”
Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks
his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.
He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.
He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving
his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”
When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.
His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods,
pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me.
“That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.
I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity.
I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s
hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?”
he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.
I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.