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#dom!taehyung
borathae · 6 months
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"You should have known. Taehyung is a connoisseur for a good hunt after all. He loves to drag it out, to take his time and play with his prey until their resources are used up. The catch isn’t most pleasurable to him, but the path leading up to it. You know him so well and yet you still thought that you could get him to lose control so easily. Oh how naïve you were."
Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Smut
Warnings: pussy wetting porn, soft & hard Dom!Taehyung, whiney sub!Reader, she's a tease in the beginning, until he shows her what a real tease looks like, he kneels and kisses her feet in gratefulness, period sex, lotsa blood, he licks it from her pussy, and does some other kinky shit with it but it's a surprise besties, sloppy oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, gentle pussy fisting bitches, rough sex in multiple positions and locations (including his bed, the window, atop a dresser, his atelier), dirty talk, praise, good girl kink, degradation (he calls her his greedy slut), sexy possessiveness, Sir kink, huge vampire dicks, fangs, nipple play, marking, scratching (m.receiving), choking (f.receiving), strength kink, he's unhinged and feral, multiple intense orgasms for her, overstimulation, she's a lil masochist <3, Tae uses her pussy as his personal fleshlight, creampies, she subdrops but he reassures her, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky!!
Wordcount: 9.2k
a/n: i need to be restrained and put in a cage. cue brittany brosky's voice i am gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure 😶
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You know where to find your darling. It is a rainy night and the air is chilly enough to make staying inside wonderful. There is only one place in the estate where Taehyung loves to be during those times. His atelier, painting and drawing away. The doors to it are open, the faintest of jazz music enters the corridors. He is painting. Just as you had figured. You know him so well.
You enter his atelier with a faint knock on his door.
“Tae darling?”
“Yes, my darling?” Taehyung asks with his full attention on you instantly. He even places his paint brush aside without breaking his eyes away from you for even a millisecond. He sniffles as if he noticed something, but stays quiet otherwise. His eyes scan you from head to toe and yet he still doesn’t say anything.
You close the distance between you and him. 
“I got my period today.” 
“I knew that I smelled something on you. Oh my darling, do not worry. I can get you everything you need”, he says and stands up to hurry to you, “just make me a list and I will drive to the store right away, unless you need a massage or hugs. Oh, I can give you everything.”
“You’re so sweet”, you say, “but I don’t need any of those things.”
“Yes? Then I shall keep my distance and talk only when necessary.”
“No, not that either.”
“What else could you possibly need?”
“Tae, I’m not wearing protection right now and it’s leaking into my panties.” 
Taehyung furrows his brows, “...yes? I…shall I buy you new sanitary products?”
“No, you,” you chuckle.
Taehyung chuckles as well eventhough he is very clearly confused. 
“Help me clean myself, Tae.”
“Oh, of course! Oh darling, why didn’t you say so sooner? Come, I shall run you a hot shower and scrub your back”, he says and takes your hand to walk off. 
You however pull him back, using the momentum to twirl him.
Taehyung laughs and falls into you.
“Darling, don’t do that.”
You fix him so he was facing you again.
“You didn’t understand me.”
“Okay?”
“Kneel, Taehyung.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Kneel for me.”
Taehyung falls to his knees as if it was instinct. He even places his hands in the proper position, looking up at you with questioning puppy eyes.
“I don’t seem to understand”, he confesses.
“Clean me, Taehyung”, you tell him and step closer. 
The sweet scent of your bleeding, warm pussy overtakes his senses. He tries not to, but still looks at your middle. You are wearing nothing more than an oversized cashmere cardigan and a pair of cotton panties. They are white, but soaked in blood. He feels his senses blur. You look and smell temptatious.
“Darling”, Taehyung croaks, pressing his legs together, “you are torturing me. I can smell but you.”
“Clean me, Taehyung”, you repeat your order and something seems to click in Taehyung’s brain
His head snaps up, his face is fallen in shock.
“What, what do you mean? What does this mean? What?” he stutters, blinking rapidly. 
You smile tauntingly, “you heard me. I’m messy and need you to clean me.” 
“But darling. Darling, you are covered in blood”, Taehyung is salivating as he speaks. His fangs are glistening in the lights. He is so consumed by your scent, aching to bury his face in your sweet heaven and yet he seems so perfectly in control.
“I know and I need a vampire to clean it.”
“___”, Taehyung presses out, “are you certain? What about Yoongi? I do not want him to think that I am feeding from you again. I don’t want to cause a fight.”
“Yoongi cleaned me too.”
“Pardon?” this confession is the most shocking to Taehyung. Obviously.
“Yeah”, you giggle, “do you remember last month? When I didn’t leave Yoongi’s wing for days?”
“Yes.”
“That was when I accidentally started my period in his bed and he ate me out like an animal.”
"Now this is", Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, “you are having a jest with me.”
You shake your head, continuing your story.
“He proceeded to keep me captive for the rest of my period to literally take me in far too many ways and positions and rooms and…yeah. Phew.”
“You are telling the truth?!”
“Yes. Of course I am”, you say and snicker at Taehyung’s shocked expression.
“Darling, I am flabbergasted. Yoongi drank your blood?” 
“He didn’t drink my blood. He ate my pussy, which just so happened to be bleeding, but that’s beside the point. He knows that I’m here and what I want to do with you. He doesn’t mind.” 
“Are you certain? Are you truly certain?” 
“Yes Tae, I’m certain. You’re the only one who can clean me right now.”
"Are, are you truly certain?"
"Every second wasted with talking means my panties are getting messier and messier", you say and lift your cardigan just slightly to reveal more of you to him.
Taehyung looks at it and crumbles.
“Darling you”, he touches your calves, looking up at you with devoted, starstruck eyes, “I exist to worship you. Every waking second should be spend being your greatest admirer. I-” 
He stops talking to instead bow down in front of you. Not only that, but to also kiss your feet. Every inch of them. Toe by toe and instep by instep. He kisses your feet as shaky mutters of “thank you” and “oh, how I am devoted to you” interrupt his needy sounds of admiration.
You let it happen with a racing heart. He looks so good worshiping your feet. 
“My goddess”, he says, hugging your legs and burying his nose deep in your middle. He inhales deeply, letting out a guttural moan, “oh my beautiful, bleeding goddess. I am delirious from your scent”, his voice is muffled from your body. 
You giggle, ruffling his hair. 
“You seem happy.”
“I am happy. I ache for your taste day by day. Oh my sweetest, you smell so wonderful.”
He tilts his head up, still hugging your legs. His eyes are ruby, his cheeks covered in black veins. You caress them, ending it by tugging a strand of hair behind his ear.
“You’re such a darling”, you speak softly, giving him a fond smile.
Taehyung buries his nose back in you, inhaling as much of you as his lungs allow him.
“Oh darling”, he moans as he exhales, shuddering uncontrollably, “how I want you.”
“You can have me. You know?”
“I know, oh I know”, he says and stands up, “I shall not take you here”, he says, sweeping you off your feet bridal style.
You squeal and giggle, falling around his neck for support. You don’t feel scared at all. He is your strong darling after all. Your weight feels like nothing to a vampire like him. He carries you with ease, basking in your giggles as you willingly let him kidnap you.
The journey ends in his bedroom. He places you atop his king sized bed, giving you no time to get used to the solace as he claims the space above you. Your cardigan got messed up from the movement, having slipped off one of your shoulders to reveal your skin to him.
Taehyung lowers his lips to your shoulder instantly, kissing your every inch from the very top of your shoulder down to where your collarbone blends into your sternum. His hands are on each side of your head, his knees are caging in your hips and yet he puts no weight on your lap. The distance aches. To have his weight so close, his touch even closer and not to receive it makes you restless. You squirm on the sheets, reaching up just to grasp his wrists.
“Patience”, Taehyung guides his lips to the shell of your ear just so he can seduce you with his sultry whispers, “I like to take my time with an exquisite meal.”
Being known so well by him makes you squirm once more. All you needed to do was to touch his wrists and he knew what you were craving most.
“I’m getting everything messy”, you sigh in hopes of warming his heart. 
Taehyung chuckles deeply, kissing a path along your face until he reaches the other side of your neck to worship.
“This is the fun part”, he rasps and shakes his right hand free from your weak grasp to instead run it down your body.
You writhe into the touch, shivering intensely when he slips it under your cardigan to palm at your skin. Just for a few seconds and without ever touching your breasts, then he already slips it out again to dance it to your hip.
“The savouring you is the best part, my darling”, he teases, playing with the hem of your panties, “it gets you so wet”, you can feel his smirk against your skin, hear it in his voice, “and messy”, he adds, kissing the spot where your pulse races like crazy in your neck.
“Tae”, you mewl, arching into him.
This isn’t what you expected when you came to him for aid. You expected him to lose composure like Yoongi did. You expected him to take you and pin you, giving you no chance to escape as he selfishly takes what is his’. You wanted him to be the one panting and gasping as control slipped from his fingers with each lick and yet he is having you in a tight grip. He is in perfect control while you feel dizzy in desperation.
You should have known. Taehyung is a connoisseur for a good hunt after all. He loves to drag it out, to take his time and play with his prey until their resources are used up. The catch isn’t most pleasurable to him, but the path leading up to it. You know him so well and yet you still thought that you could get him to lose control so easily. Oh how naïve you were.
“Darling, you are squirming so much”, Taehyung rasps, holding your hips down with gentle strength, “what’s the matter? Am I rushing you?”
“No”, you mewl, shaking your head.
“No?”
You shake your head more vigorously, wiggling your hips under his grip.
“Look at you trying to squirm”, he taunts, “don’t tell me that you believed me to lose control like Yoongi did, mhm?”
You mewl from being so exposed. It should embarrass you, but it only makes you crave him more. 
Taehyung chuckles deeply, guiding his long fingers to your tummy just to play with your panties there.
“You should know me better by now”, he rasps, slipping his fingers inside just to toy with your pubes. He is obsessed with them, twirling and tugging on them gently to truly rile you up.
“Tae, please”, you try begging, making him smirk against your neck. 
He retreats his touch, drawing circles into the softness of your stomach. You want him so bad. 
“Open your cardigan for me.”
You obey even before he finishes his sentence. There are three buttons keeping you modest. You open them as quickly as possible, tugging the cardigan open to expose yourself to him. You slip it off your arms, letting it lay under you as you can’t be bothered to remove it completely. 
“Good girl”, Taehyung praises and sits up. He is kneeling, but still doesn’t put his weight on your lap. This is for show. To make you aware that he doesn’t need his weight to keep you pinned for him. His presence is enough to make you obedient.
Taehyung runs his eyes over your body, keeping his hands rested on his own thighs. The fabric of his linen pants stretches around them, bulging at his cock. He is hard. At least this he can’t hide from you. Even if he pretends to be in perfect control otherwise, at least his cock shows how much you affect him.
“Mhm”, he purrs, “beautiful.”
He looks at your panties. They are red in blood. His eyes flicker ruby. Finally another reaction. You part your legs upon seeing it, aching for him to act.
“How much do you treasure these undergarments?” he asks.
“They’re old and a little uncomfy”, you tell him.
“Good. Then I am sure you don’t mind if I do this”, he says and slips his fingers under the hem of them. He picks up a piece of them and looks at you, “may I?”
“Yeah…please.”
“So eager”, he chuckles and begins ripping the fabric, going carefully and slowly. It takes everything inside you not to squirm and beg him for more. Taehyung rips your panties at the other side as well, going just as slow and careful. It is as if he was opening a present or unwrapping a piece of candy. He does it with such a light-heartedness while you feel like shivering in desperation.
You lift your hips the second he managed to rip your panties apart. Taehyung chuckles and tugs the ruined fabric away.
“So eager”, he says, lifting your panties into his field of vision. He inspects them, parting his lips to show off his fangs. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his ruby eyes flit to you, “this is your last chance to stop this, darling.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes!” you insist loudly, “please Tae, don’t tease me anymore.”
He chuckles, “you’re such a delight, my darling”, he says and places your panties aside. He climbs off your lap, placing his hands on your thighs to push them apart. Not that he has to do a lot of work. The second he touched your thighs, you opened your legs for him. He meets your desperate eyes, giving you a knowing smile.
“So eager”, he speaks softly and sickeningly sweet. Oh, the things he manages to do with nothing but his voice.
“Please Tae, I’m messy.”
“Mhm, not messy enough”, he says and connects two of his fingers with your aching heat. 
“Ah”, you gasp, chasing the touch the second you received it. It feels so good. His fingers are so careful and his skin so soft. You needed his touch so incredibly much.
“So wet”, Taehyung whispers, dragging his fingers through your folds in a slow massage, “look at it covering your every inch. Darling, I crave you.”
He leaves out your clit on purpose, riling you up each time he swerves past it.
“More”, you try in hopes of persuading him, chasing his gentle touch.
“May I feel you inside?”
“Yes”, you exhale shakily, “yes please, Tae.” 
“Thank you so much”, he says and lets two of his fingers disappear inside you. You gasp and arch your back. They slip in so easily, fill you up so much. Taehyung watches your face for reactions and when he sees that no sign of discomfort crinkle it, he finally looks at your reddened cunt. Truly, how messy you are. It looks like the most delicious meal to Taehyung, forcing him to gulp heavily from all the saliva gathering in his mouth. He moves his hand, fingering your soft walls with gentle precision.
“Tae…” you sigh, letting your legs fall open. His fingers are so long, touching just where it feels the best.
“You feel wonderful, my darling”, he praises, curling his fingers, “you feel so tender inside. Tell me, are my fingers comfortable?”
“Yes”, you sigh, nodding your head vigorously.
“Oh, you feel so much more tender than on other days”, he whispers and slips another finger inside.
“A-ah”, your breath hitches in your throat, your fingers twist the sheets. To be so filled with Taehyung will never lose its spark.
“Breathe, my darling. You are tightening”, he orders you, soothing the stretch by drawing circles on your clit with his thumb. You are so wet from your period that the touch comes easy.
You inhale shakily, exhale in a tremble. You can’t control your walls from clenching, not when he makes you feel so good. You need to feel him as close as possible, so clenching comes natural to you.
“There we go. I need you to relax, otherwise I can’t prepare you for my length”, he speaks sweetly, soothing your trembles with gentle rubs to your lower stomach, “you are doing so well already.”
“Oh god…Tae”, you press out, rolling your head to the side in weakness. Being praised by him will always ruin you. You roll your hips up into his touch, moaning his name because this is all you can think of right now. Taehyung and only Taehyung.
He rewards your eagerness with yet another finger. He watches with deep red eyes as his pinkie finger slips into your wet cunt, how you welcome him and how you fit so perfectly around him.
“Four fingers darling, you are taking four of my fingers”, he rasps, keeping them still inside you to get you used to the stretch. He knows that it can be overwhelming and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Yet.
“Tae ple-please”, you get out in a shaky breath, reaching down to squeeze the hand he keeps on your stomach. You hold it with both hands, squeezing it so terribly much.
“Hurts?” he makes sure, caressing your skin.
You shake your head vigorously, grinding into his touch. His fingers slip deeper. Taehyung feels how your walls throb around his digits, tensing his own thighs as his every fiber tells him to ruin you. If you think that he wasn’t affected by all of this, you were wrong. It takes every ounce of self-control for Taehyung to stay as calm as he pretends to be right now. There are voices in his head. Distorted, tempting voices telling him to devour you, to use the advantages his curse gives him and take you as his sweetest meal.
But Taehyung has a plan. He wants this meal to be as perfect as possible. He wants you to think about it during random times of your day and feel so utterly affected by it that you falter in whatever you were doing a few moments ago, perhaps you even gasp for air and trace the spots he touched as you tried to relive the memory.
Taehyung needs to ignore the voices for the sake of the perfect feed. There is no other way.
You thrust your hips again, pulsating around his hand as your cunt swallows it hungrily. How wet you are inside, how warm and soft. Taehyung can touch your cervix this way, forcing you to keep still by pressing down on your tummy again. You squeeze his hand, whimpering his name while your hips give up without a fight.
“Stay still, don’t disobey”, he orders, pulling his fingers out just a little in order to give your tender cervix a break, “if you keep wiggling, it will hurt.”
“But it, it feels so good”, you get out and whimper, scratching at his hand gently as you try to grasp more, “Sir feels so good.”
Taehyung groans, furrowing his brows. Ruin her. The voices tempt him. Take her and break her. They taunt him.
“Darling”, he presses out through gritted fangs, “fuck, you make me act up”, he spits and gives into his desires.
He pins you down with his weight, wrapping his blood-soiled hand around your throat to press down on your veins.
Dizziness claims your brain instantly, a squeaky gasp leaves your lips. You meet his gaze, meeting desperate craze in it. His pupils are so blown-out that they almost swallow the red, the black veins pulsate on his cheeks. He is breathing heavily and shakily, doing so in deep, desperate breaths.
“How dare you call me such titles. Do you have any idea what this does to me?” he is growling his words with a hint of demonic raspiness in his voice. He tilts your head up with a tight grip on your throat, “what I want to do to you when you talk like this?”
“Sir”, you choke out, grasping his strong lower arm. It feels so good to be choked. It finally feels as if you are breaking his composure. You couldn’t escape his grasp even if you tried as hard as you can, but you aren’t scared. You are so entirely happy to be here.
Taehyung’s features darken, his unoccupied hand grasps your hands and guides them down your body. He lodges them between your waist and his thighs, turning you unable to move them. You can’t even wiggle them, let alone change their position. He is so strong and you are utterly at his mercy.
“Stop calling me this”, he hisses and slams his hand into the pillow beside your head. He moves in closer, breathing deeply. He shudders and growls. His blood-soiled hand covered your entire neck in blood, tempting him to taste you. He moves in closer, rolling your head to the side to reveal your vulnerable neck to his lips. He inhales again, moaning deliciously.
Your heart is racing. The grip around your neck lessened, but you still feel dizzy.
“How I need you”, he gets out and moves in. His bloodied fingers leave your neck, his dripping tongue replaces them. You tense up and moan, feeling burning electricity shoot through your veins.
Taehyung moans and presses himself closer, feasting on your neck as if it was the first meal he ever tasted. He missed this so much that he almost starts crying. And to have it taste like your sweet cunt as well, oh Taehyung has to reach up and grab the edge of the pillow, caring rather little about soiling it with blood. He pins you deep into the mattress, increases the pressure on your arms. You shouldn’t escape him. Not when he finally has the taste of your blood under his tongue. By the time, he has finished cleaning one side, your flesh is bruised and sensitive. He didn’t bite you, even if his fangs kept gracing your skin, but the sensitivity is still intense.
“You are my downfall”, he is panting, fixing your head so your other side was exposed, “I want to ruin you”, he adds and latches himself onto your tender neck.
“Sir”, you whimper, lying completely still even if you want to writhe and squirm and arch your back. It feels so good. His mouth is so much hotter than on normal days.
Taehyung worships your neck almost every time you and he are intimate. You know how good it feels, but this feels different. This kind of worship, you always received when the taste of your blood was involved and you forgot how much better it feels. His mouth is burning, his tongue so wet and eager, his sucks are inhumanly desperate and his fangs keep tickling your skin. You feel so dizzy, whimpering his title because this is all you can do.
“Oh darling”, he chokes out shakily, abandoning your cleaned and sensitive neck to lick down your body. He releases your arms this way, but you are too weakened to move them.
Taehyung changes your positions as he eagerly explores the paths down to your cunt. He reaches just about under your ribcage when everything is taking too long for him and he uses his powers. His arms grip your legs, using the leverage to turn you on the mattress so you are facing the side of his bed. He proceeds to tug you to the edge of it, falling to his knees before you as his arms pull your hips off the sheets and he can bury his face in your bloodied cunt. This is the only position which allows him to suffocate himself with you and it is also the only way he can truly make sure that you can’t flee. With his arms having an iron grip around your thighs and his hands digging deep into the softness of you, he has you where he wants you. Spread open and cunt on top his face.
He growls deeply, shutting off his better senses as your sweetened taste claims his tongue.
“Tae”, you moan, arching your back even if it is hard to do so in the current position, “ah! Oh god! What t-the hell? Ah!”
The thing about Taehyung’s nose? It is beautiful, ethereal, sculpted by the heavens and goddamn fucking perfect to grind against a sensitive pussy. And the thing about Taehyung? He is crazy enough to do it. Even if this gets his face messy and bloody, even if it means that your scent makes his eyes water from the intensity of it and even if you reach down and pull his hair. You pull so hard, so desperately and it does nothing. Taehyung fucks your sensitive pussy with his nose as deep growls vibrate against it. And while he grinds his perfect nose against your throbbing clit, his dripping tongue fucks your hole at inhuman speeds. He needs to get everything. Every single droplet of your taste. He is delirious from the sweetness, bruising your thighs on accident because of how tightly he grips you.
“Fuck, your taste”, he is cursing, growling the words against your cunt. It means a lot when he curses. He only does so when he is especially emotional. And right now every single emotion runs on nothing but you and your taste. He is consumed by you just as much as he consumes you. He doesn’t even care about etiquette, dirtying his face as he slurps loudly. 
Taehyung is a very mannerly feeder. Not many vampires carry such etiquette when they feast, but Taehyung likes to be orderly and neat. He rarely gets his face dirty, let alone make obscene sounds, but you make him forget about every single thing he ever learned about manners. He needs to get dirty, he needs to be disgusting and loud and consume your every drop. 
Too long he had to go without your taste and now that he finally has it again – in such a wonderful way on top of it – he is greedy. Manners be damned, he needs to eat you until you have nothing more to give. 
“Oh god Tae, oh god, oh god”, you are gasping and chanting and fighting for air, pulling at his hair even if you know that it is fruitless. He is locked onto your pussy. No hair pulling in the world could get him away from you now. His nose is punishing your clit for crimes she never committed while his mouth sucks and licks you dry. 
This is the level of desperation you wanted from him and now that you have it, it feels like too much. Not in a way where you truly want him to stop, but in a way which will force you to orgasm even if you had no intention of doing so already.
“You’re the worst, oh god urgh”, you choke out and break, suffocating him with your pussy as he forces you to orgasm. You gasp for air, sob, “you’re so mean. Tae please.”
Taehyung growls into you, pulling you closer. He can’t breathe, at least not normal air. The scent of your blood and orgasm is the only air he receives. He regrets his entire life at this moment because he wonders why he didn’t think of eating your pussy during your period sooner. Oh he missed out on so much. What a fool he was. He presses himself closer, searches for more of your taste even if you are flinching in overstimulation.
“Please a break, please”, you beg, writhing in agony, “please Sir, please!”
Taehyung breaks away from you even if it is difficult. You begged for it and he can’t deny you. He fixes your positions again, making it so you are resting with your head facing the headboard and he is between your legs. It’s so easy for him to push and pull you around. Especially when he has you so weakened from pleasure.
He is pressing his clothed cock against your thigh while his ruined mouth attacks your nipples. He is rubbing his face against them first, soiling your skin with your blood just so he can lick it off of you. He needs to cover every inch of you in your red nectar just to lick it off. Oh how he needs it. 
“Oh god, Tae you are so mean”, you get out breathlessly, “I, I didn’t want to cum. Oh god.”
“Do not speak to me of cruelty when you exist to ruin me”, he gets out, lifting his head, “why would you do this to me? Why?” he is asking you, cupping your face to shake your head in desperation, “what have I ever done to you? Tell me.”
You look at him. His face is a mess, covered in your blood. It soaks parts of his hair as well and sticks to spots on his throat. His eyes are dark red, bordering black and his face is just slightly contorted as his monstrous side fights for dominance. You know that he is winning by only a hair’s width right now.
“Why must you do this to me? Isn’t it enough that I dedicate my every fiber to you? Why must you seduce me with your bleeding heaven? Why?” he asks you and presses his cock against your pussy.
“Tae”, you squeak, flinching in reaction. He feels so heavy and big, grinding down on you even if you are so incredibly sensitive.
He thrusts into you as if he was already fucking you, sliding his hands to the crown of your head. He holds you with enough strength that you have to look at him if you wanted to or not.
“I need you to push me away”, he croaks, “push me away. It is the only way to stop me from ripping my clothes off and fucking you until you have to relearn how to walk.”
The thing is. The small break he gave you as he sucked your nipples and begged for answers you didn’t possess, was enough for you. You want more. You want him. All of him.
“I don’t want to push you away”, you tell him, reaching up to open his shirt.
“Don’t do this. Don’t do this if you aren’t ready to bear the consequences”, he warns you, dropping your face to instead twist the pillow. The voices are screaming at him. Claim her! She is yours to take, so take her! It is so difficult to stay human when remnants of your taste still linger on his tongue.
You pull open his shirt and touch his nipples. Taehyung growls. 
“Don’t. I am warning you”, he gets out. 
Your lips curl into a dangerous smirk, “you can teach me how to walk, can’t you? Sir.”
“Fuck”, he breaks. He rips his own clothes off his body before claiming the space atop you. He grips your leg and pulls you close, slapping his heavy cock against your pussy in an almost punishing way. 
You flinch and moan softly, feeling your senses blur. It hurts, but you like it. Taehyung does it again, forcing incredible pleasure through your pussy. 
“Do you really want this?” he asks as he repeatedly drags his cock through your swollen folds, ending it with an aggressive spank to your clit each time.
“Yes”, you sigh, parting your legs further and arching your tits closer to him.
“Beg me.”
“Please Sir, please”, you beg gladly. 
“You’re such a good little slut. I trained you so well”, he lulls and pushes his thick cock past your soaked entrance. He slips in without resistance, forcing a trembling breath to slip past his lips, “such a good slut”, he presses out, scrunching his nose in pleasure.
He hits your limit. You are so much tighter than on other days. Taehyung still has a good two inches he could fit. The thought turns him on so much. That he fills you out to your literal brim and he still has more to offer. And he is only showing off his human size right now. He is so big. Oh, how it fills him with pleasure and confidence.
“Oh”, you let out, growing limp underneath him. Your eyes flutter closed.
“Keep your eyes open”, he orders darkly.
You obey even if it is difficult.
“That’s better. Keep them on me”, he speaks demandingly, fucking his huge cock into you in dragged-out, maddening strokes, “I need you to look me in the eyes as you realise what all of this begging will get you. You think you can handle me? You think that not pushing me away is a good idea? That I will not completely rewrite your definition of pleasure? Sweetest, you have driven me to the brink of insanity with your endless begging”, he rasps, curling his lips back to show off the two pairs of fangs in his mouth. You know what this means and how feral you have gotten him.
“Tae”, you sob, grabbing his chest because this is as far as your weakened arms can go.
“What’s the matter? Does it hurt?” he asks. Even now he checks up on you. Even when he speaks of insanity and looks like a monster, he checks up on you. Bear in mind, the question carried a hint of teasing to it, but more than anything it was honest and came from a loving heart.
“No”, you whimper.
“But?”
“You feel so good”, you wail, squeezing your eyes shut as your body trembles in pleasure.
“Mhhm sweetest”, Taehyung purrs, burying himself deeper inside you. He is holding back tonight. You are so tender inside, your changed anatomy allows for his human size to barely fit. If he allowed the monster to take over, he fears that he might rip you apart. He could never rip you apart, even if the voices tell him to. No, he won’t let them win. He will break you in his way. Fuck you until your spirit is broken and you exist for him. This is so much more fun either way.
So he fucks slow and he fucks precise. He knows a woman’s body well enough to be aware that sometimes less is more. That all a woman needs are precise, attentive grinds against her spots so deep inside.
His own instincts tell him to fuck fast, to drill you and reshape your insides, but he knows not to rush it. Drag it out. He is still in control of the voices. Drag it out. Keep the hunt going. This isn’t the last time he will taste you tonight. The feed isn’t over. This is just another part of the chase.
The attentive, precise fuck he gives you is hard to handle. You think that you could manage a lot better if he drilled you like a dumb animal. But this? This ruins you on another level. You claw at his chest and try to get him closer by wrapping your legs around him. You manage to drape them over his thighs weakly and that is as far as you can go before the mindnumbing pleasure makes you shake.
“Tae”, you sob, spilling tears and scrunching your face up while Taehyung looks at you with a sense of tranquillity surrounding him. You are so ruined while he barely lets it show.  
“Look at me”, he says into the symphony of moans and shaky breaths.
You obey even if it is hard.
“Did I ever tell you why I am calling you my sweetest?” he asks.
“No”, you whimper.
Taehyung leans closer, letting his hot breath swirl over your lips. His cock bends and stretches you out even more. 
“Because there is no taste sweeter than you”, he rasps and purrs, writing his name on your deepest spots while his eyes flash up bright red.
“Tae”, you squeakily beg, “Tae, I need to cum again.”
“Yes? Just like this? I am barely even moving and it is making you climax?” 
“Yes”, you whimper.
“Of course it does. You are such a good little slut for big cock. I know you darling, you’re so sensitive and so overstimulated and yet you still beg for more”, he speaks tauntingly while his cock makes the sweetest love to your deepest spots. The pleasure sits in your tummy. So, so deep that it gets hard to concentrate. You feel on fire and he hasn’t even broken you yet. 
“Hm, sweetest? Are you my greedy cock slut?”
You nod your head. 
“Then tell me or I’ll stop fucking you.”
“I’m…greedy- ah”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “you’re making me cum.”
“Not so fast”, Taehyung slows down but moves his hips just right to keep you on edge. The build-up isn’t ruined, but dragged out for as long as he sees fit.
“Please”, you squeak.
“Use your words and I will reward you. Come now, don’t disobey me”, he encourages you, caressing your cheek gently.
You try again because you don’t want to disobey him. 
“I’m your, ah, your cock slut. Ah, Tae please. Please let me cum, please.”
“You are such a good girl. Sir is so proud of you. My bestest girl”, he praises and rewards you with deep, circular motions against your sensitive spots. This is going to break you and he knows it.
“I’m cumming. Tae, thank you”, you sob and arch your back, “ah! Tae!”
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job. That’s my good girl. That’s it”, he is talking you through it, dragging out your orgasm to the point where you grip the sheets and twist them. 
But Taehyung isn’t satisfied. Yes you are gripping the sheets, but this is not what you should grip. Not when his body is right there. Unmarked. He isn’t done with you yet until he has you hurting him from pleasure.
“I am not done with you yet”, he is purring his words, keeping an obsessive grip on your left hip, “tell me to stop. Tell me to fucking stop, I can’t do it on my own.”
“Don’t stop, please.”
“Shit”, Taehyung growls and takes your hands just to pin them above your head. He speeds up his hips, finally using momentum to drill his cock into you. It sounds wet. So wet. Embarrassingly wet even. And harsh. His skin connects with yours in loud slaps while the springs of his bed creak in protest. Truly, it is a wonder that the furniture in this estate survived as long as it did.
“Oh god”, you gasp and writhe, “oh god, oh god, oh god. Ah!”
“Tell me to stop. Tell me, darling”, he is panting, staring at you with deep red eyes. Your blood is lingering on his skin and filling his nose with a maddening scent. Your orgasm sticks to his cock and mixes with your sweet scent. You are pulsating in your afterglow, burning hot because he doesn’t allow the fire to die down. He is so furiously desperate for you. 
You shake your head.
“Faster please”, you beg.
“This is not what you were supposed to say. Oh, you greedy, insatiable woman. I can’t stop”, he rasps and moans, dropping on top of you and knocking a squeak out of you. 
He reaches above your hands, growling into your neck. His long fingers grip the pillow and twist. The cover rips within a second. His back muscles flex and twitch as his body shudders in the pleasure of being with you. 
“I can’t stop myself”, he growls and picks you up. He runs with you in his arms and on his cock until your back hits something icy.
You squeak, looking around yourself. You are outside his bedroom, fucking against the tall windows of his corridor. Outside the night is dark and ominous while inside, Taehyung takes you against the cold windows in a pitch black corridor. The only light source is his bedroom. The door is thrown open from his strength, the golden light paints a rectangle on the marble floor and red carpet. It hues Taehyung’s body in it as well, creating a play of shadow and light. His pearls of sweat are glistening in it, while his black, pulsing veins seem especially dark and throbbing. He lifts his head from your neck, giving view to the deep red of your blood, his burgundy eyes and the ebony mess of his hair sticking to his features. 
“Tae”, you keen, feeling light-headed. The coldness of the window feels miniscule in comparison to the fire he lets you experience.
“I have to take you against every surface of this wing until the very fibres of this building know your every moan”, he chokes out as he bounces you on his cock. Quick and punishing. Your tits bounce, your pussy squirts red pleasure and your limbs can barely hold on. You throw your head back and wail. 
Wail in pleasure because nothing feels better right now than Taehyung's cock reshaping your insides. 
“Yes darling, show them. Show them how my good girl sounds as I fuck her.”
“Tae I have to- again!”
“Climax as often as you need to. I won’t stop you.” 
“Tae!”
And as you shake in his arms and soil his entire lower body with your bloody orgasm, Taehyung slows down to drag it out again. He fucks you deep, slow and punishing until you claw at his shoulders to the point of open scratches. And then, only then, he pulls you closer. Your back leaves the window, his cock fills you up so deep. Movement. Clattering of stuff hitting the ground. Next, wood under your body and Taehyung holding your legs apart.
This is the drawer he keeps by the entrance of his wing. Normally he keeps his outdoor essentials on it, but they are currently on the floor as he uses the piece of sturdy furniture to fuck you into a state of senselessness. The light of the atelier shines onto the corridor and gives you a chance to see what he is doing. Not that you have a lot of your vision at this point.
“Every surface darling, every single surface until you tell me to stop”, he growls. His dark hair is hanging into his ruby eyes, giving him an aura of danger. You know him to be of no danger to you, finding the view nothing but arousing instead. You are scared though, not of him of course, but of the immense pleasure he makes you feel. No human should feel this good and yet you do. Truly, you are so scared, craving more until you can’t anymore.
“Tae please, Tae…”
He pulls his cock out and pumps it angrily. It is messed up in your blood, dripping translucent desperation. Taehyung uses the sinful concoction to pleasure himself while his crazed eyes flit to your pussy. 
“You’re gaping”, he assess and growls, “my pretty gaping slut. My cock ruined you and it’s not even my true size.”
He is using contractions. Taehyung rarely uses them. You have him ruined, you truly have. 
“Sir, I’m your cock slut”, you mewl, writhing desperately.
“Fuck, I want to break you.”
Thump.
He fell to his knees before you, connecting his mouth with your pussy instantly. Well fucked and creamed with his taste. Taehyung moans and slips his tongue as deep as possible. His taste of possession mixes with your blood. He growls, fucking his own cock sore from how angrily he jerks himself. He feels like an animal right now. His vampiric nature has a hold of him, there is not an ounce of sanity left in him. The only thing which keeps him grounded, is the punishing handjob he gives himself. The pain and roughness of it keeps him with you.
Taehyung isn’t the only one who experiences pain right now. You are so sensitive that his tongue feels like torture on your pussy. A torture you chase with weak squirms of your hips.
“Slow please”, you beg without meaning it, gripping the edge of the dresser, “please, ah! Please!” 
Taehyung lifts his lips for your sake. He puts your feet on his shoulders, looking up at you even if you have your head rolled to the side weakly. 
“Keep breathing for me”, he orders you and dives back down. 
“How should I- ah!” you arch your back, digging your feet into his shoulders as you try to squirm. He is dragging his tongue through your folds quickly, taking advantage of the position to really taste every inch of you. You squirm, “please slow, please.”
“Breathe darling, breathe”, he murmurs against your pussy and concentrates his licks on your clit. 
“Oh god, Tae”, you wail, dropping into the hard dresser in defeat. You have to take what he gives you. You signed up for this and now you are paying the sweetest consequences. 
The last few orgasms sat deep and didn’t originate from your clit. No, Taehyung dragged them out of you from the deepest parts of your cunt. He doesn’t need the most obvious spot to make you shake and because he doesn’t, the stimulation he gives you right now feels especially good. Your clit was so left out, so neglected it felt as if he was edging it. And now you have his burning, slickened-up tongue frenching it aggressively. 
“Slow please”, you beg, trying to breathe. 
The only reason why you beg for him to slow down is because it is so goddamn embarrassing how fast you orgasm with him. You managed to take in one song coming from his atelier’s record player and then you are already fighting for your right to sanity. Please, just once you want to have to fight for your orgasm. Just once, you want to feel as if it will never come. 
“Sir. Tae Sir. Please.”
But of course Taehyung doesn’t listen. Because Taehyung isn’t human right now and you are his feast. Taehyung hates being interrupted when he feeds. And so you are destined to find your downfall at the tip of his dripping tongue while the very fibres of this building learn the sound of your moans. And so you scream and wail and beg him for mercy. And Taehyung doesn’t listen until he has you filling his throat with your squirt. It mixes with your blood and forces Taehyung to climax all over his hand.
He growls into your pussy, scrunching his face because the orgasm feels like torture. He purposefully doesn’t allow it to feel good. He crushes his own balls and slaps his own cockhead because this is what keeps him human. He can’t allow himself to enjoy his heaven when this could mean your downfall.
“Sir! Please! It hurts! Ah please!”
You wonder if people outside can hear you. You are so close to his exit after all. 
Taehyung doesn’t give you time to think of this possibility as he keeps you with him the second your endless orgasms stopped. He picks you up from the dresser and the next time you find yourself feeling at least a little sane, you are in his atelier, sitting on his lap as he occupies his couch. He uses said couch to pose you or Jungkook in the most beautiful position. Most of the time, they are very sensual poses however if you are allowed to be blunt for a second. 
You drop into him, trembling atop his lap. His body is wet. Sweat, blood, squirt and his own cum. The sensations overwhelm you, forcing you to sob and tremble. Taehyung soothes it by running his hands up and down your back.
“Are you still enjoying this, darling? You are shaking so much”, he is checking up on you again. He treats you so fucking good.
You nod your head, twisting his hair weakly.
“Please more, please”, you beg him, drooling all over his shoulder because you can’t swallow anymore. Not when he has broken you so, so good.
“Such a greedy slut”, he says and picks you up to sit you down on his cock. He has grown into his vampiric size by now, resulting in him having to carry you as he moves you up and down on his length. You couldn’t possibly take him all. Not when you are already so entirely destroyed from everything he did to you. He doesn’t mind that he has to carry you. On the contrary, it is so utterly arousing to him to use you as his personal little fleshlight. Well-fucked, gaping and dripping sweet blood. There is no toy more perfect than you. 
“Oh god”, you get out, pressing yourself closer to him. You can feel the remnants of his orgasm smearing all over your walls. It sounds so wet. You are so tight and swollen that it makes the nastiest sucking sounds each time he moves you up. 
This wasn’t a good idea. You thought that you still had an orgasm in you, but you were wrong. The thought exhausts you. You can’t give him any more. You are used up. Utterly and truly used up.
“I can’t cum anymore”, you get out, crying tears, “please don’t make me cum again, oh god.”
“Keep being good for me. I promise, it’s not long anymore”, he encourages you, meeting his movements in the middle by rolling his hips up. 
“Tae”, you whimper, soiling his skin with your tears, “sensitive. I can’t cum anymore.”
“I know darling, I know. You’re so good, such a good girl. I have to climax again. I’m almost there, keep being good for me.”
“Oh god”, you croak and hug him desperately, “Tae…”
“Almost there, darling”, he breathes and squeezes your buttocks, “help me, mhm? Do you want to help me reach it?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“That’s my good toy”, he praises and kisses your cheek, “cover your fingers in your blood and feed it to me.”
You follow his orders happily, reaching behind yourself to drag your fingers through the mess your bodies make between your legs. More. You bury two of your fingers in your pussy even if his cock is already taking so much of you. 
“Yes”, he growls, throbbing deep inside, “oh, so tight”, he sighs under his breath, tilting his head back as a guttural moan leaves him. 
You slip your fingers out, staring at them with teary eyes. They are so messy, covered in thick blood. Taehyung stares at them as well, tightening his grip on your body as his hips chases your heat. 
Your eyes meet. 
He sticks his tongue out. Fangs appeared on his lower teeth as well, glistening in the lights. 
“Tae”, you whimper and press your fingers down on his tongue. 
He growls and closes his mouth around them, rolling his eyes back in bliss. He doesn’t bother closing his lids, keeping them open halfway to give view of his ruined state. He growls and moans, growls and moans, sucks, thrusts his hips and whimpers. His once deep, demonic voice switches into the highest, most desperate squeak and seconds later you feel him filling you with his hot cum. 
You are so sensitive that even his cum painting your walls feels like too much. You drop your head on his shoulder, losing your every strength as Taehyung pumps you full of his orgasm. 
Your fingers slip out of his mouth once he has to gasp for air.  
“Oh heavens”, he lets out, lifting you off his cock just to drop you atop his lap. His cun squirts everywhere instantly. 
He wraps his arms around you tightly, shuddering in his intense afterglow, “oh my darling”, he breathes, burying his face deep in the crook of your shoulder, “how are you doing?”
“I don’t know”, you whimper, “Sir, please don’t let go.”
Taehyung hugs you tighter, soothing your trembles with tender hands running over your body. 
“I am right here, my darling. Oh, how well you did. How proud I am of you”, he speaks sweetly, washing away the aches from your heart.
Sex like tonight often times leaves you feeling embarrassed and disgusted at yourself. You can’t explain it and it isn’t your lovers’ fault. It is just hard to accept that you let yourself go in such ways once the ecstatic pleasure clears from your mind. If Taehyung would let go of you right now, you would have an actual mental breakdown. You need his comfort like you need air. 
And Taehyung knows that you need it. He is shaken himself, feeling ruined from the sex and dizzy from the blood high. He needs to hold and be held just as much as you do, but he is also aware that you need so much more comfort than he does. 
“You did so well”, and so he praises you, kisses your shoulder and sways you gently, “you are so precious and worthy of so much love. Oh darling, how much I love you.”
You release a trembling breath and with it so much pressure on your heart. Taehyung soothes the aches in your neck with a gentle hand, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as his whispers continue. 
“I am so blessed, my sweetest darling. Thank you so much for giving me a right to your beautiful body. Oh, how I want to spend every remaining second of this day worshipping it.”
You giggle. Warmth fills Taehyung’s heart. He helped you through the hardest part of coming back. He chuckles with you, turning your head gently to press a kiss to your cheek and next your closed eyelid. You scrunch your face, chasing him with a happy giggle shaking your shoulders.
He giggles as well, smiling against your skin. 
“My good girl”, he whispers, pecking your cheek, “my sweetest darling. Mhm, my sweet ___.”
“Tae”, you sigh, nudging his cheek with your nose before lifting your head to meet his eyes. You are basically glowing in happiness, “Tae…”
“Yes, my darling?”
“Thank you”, you say and scrunch your nose, “I feel so good.”
“Yes?” he smiles, cupping your cheek, “I feel good as well, my darling. You make me so proud.”
You giggle, leaning into his palm. You close your eyes and sigh, letting your shoulders fall in relaxation.
“Should we take a shower, my darling?” he offers. 
“Yeah”, you nod your head, peeling your eyes open. You snicker, cupping his cheeks, “you’re so dirty. Oh god, Tae there’s blood everywhere.”
“I know, it’s wonderful”, he says and smiles playfully, “I hope that is just your period. I made sure to be careful, but you were so tender today.”
“You were perfect. It didn’t hurt at all”, you assure him and wiggle your shoulders, “I’m so happy. I really like it when you are rough with me and this was perfect.”
“Yes, yes it was perfect for me as well”, Taehyung says and hugs you close. He stands up with you in his arms, “I shall take care of you and then we shall find sleep in the library.”
“Yes, wow”, you gasp, “can you read me a story then?”
“I will read you not one, but two stories my darling”, he says, making you giggle and snuggle closer. 
“Maybe three?”
“Of course, oh what a question. I will read you even four stories.”
“Wow”, you snicker and squeeze him gently, “I’m happy.”
Taehyung smiles, bouncing you in his arms gently to tighten his grip.
“I’m happy as well, darling”, he tells you, making a promise to himself to dedicate tonight solely to your happiness.
He will do an amazing job. He is your perfect darling after all.
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summary: in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?
➣ arranged dating/high society
➣ 13.1k words
➣ rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader [she/her pronouns {female anatomy}]
warnings: smut. very light dom/sub themes. jealousy. lack of communication. make out. heavy petting. oral sėx [f and m]. blowjøb. public oral[bathroom and elevator]. protection sėx. tae is basically a soft dom. reader is kinda a brat. rich kids. missionary. ass slapping lol. light dirty talk. roughish. both experienced. teasing.
song inspo: art deco — lana del rey, i wanna be yours — arctic monkeys,
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He's always considered himself a sensible man, never one to make a fuss over trivial things. He doesn't let a lot of things get to him and he likes to be in control. The only thing that had been in his control today was showing up on time which was something the person he was supposed to meet for lunch today couldn’t do. He’s already been waiting for twenty minutes.
Taehyung was mere seconds away from walking out the door and calling his grandmother to tell her what happened. If she was going to force him to see women for marriage, could they at least be realistic? Not every heiress in their twenties has to be on his radar. His grandmother seems to think he need a list of girls to potentially marry all of which stood in the same economic class as they did.
Kim Taehyung is currently head of a million dollar land development company because of his grandparents. Once they retired they passed it down to him despite being only 26. He graduated early from both high school and college and due to being a nepotism baby, he didn't have to lift much of a finger to be where he's at. Now even though coming from a rich family definitely played into his upbringing and sculpted him into who he was, he never considered himself spoiled—or greedy?
He was fine with the fact that his parents sent him to live with his grandparents since he was young. It was like an assurance that he would be the one to get it all and he did. He was grateful for the life they've given him and all its privileges. That's why when his grandmother asks him to promise that she'll see him married before her day of passing he took it seriously. He asked for her help and boom, he was going on dates with fellow rich people in order to marry.
So no, he could not say he was spoiled. He could say he was grateful and appreciative. He'll do whatever to prove his thankfulness to his family. But you? Now you, the one currently sitting in front of him? Yeah, you’re definitely spoiled.
After making him wait a total of twenty three minutes only to saunter in here in a tight little dress chewing gum without saying a single word to him. You just sat down with your arms crossed over your chest giving him nothing, no apology or explanation for being so late. No introduction, nothing.
Now, his grandparents raised him to be a gentleman so that's what he was. He used benefit of the doubt and stuck it out, he'll give it twenty minutes. He's just not sure if you’ll be doing everything that he had planned and right now you don't have the strongest first impression. Even if he wanted to snap over your rude behavior he didn't.
Instead he finally picked up his menu and began looking over the appetizers. When the waitress came around finally seeing the person he'd been waiting for she rushed over with a polite smile, "Hi! How are you doing today? What can I get you to drink?"
"Water's fine," you told her forcing a smile on your face before turning to look at him, he watched it fall immediately. It made him snicker as he mirrored your stance and crossed his arms over his chest too which told you he can play the waiting game better to see who cracks first.
Your eyes raked down what you could see of him. He wore an all black suit with the shirt buttoned all the way to the top button making him look stiff. Not stiff, but it was something in the way he carried himself that made it almost intimidating. He was attractive, extremely attractive. He was slightly older than you but being a young school girl all you ever heard were rumors about the older Kim grandson heir. And now here you were on a date with him ruining your chances all because you've had a bad day.
When the waitress came back you were both surprisingly ready to order. He didn't mutter a thing to you as he let you give her your order first and then did his. When the waitress left again it went back to complete silence.
Fine. If he wasn't going to talk then you won't either. You waited in silence for about half an hour [longer than Taehyung had wanted to stay] and finally the food got here. He could already tell what kind of person you were and he knew he could handle you so he stayed. You were only a few tiny bites into your lunch when your patience had ran thin. With a roll of your eyes and your fork clanking soft against your plate you caught his attention.
"So are you just not going to say anything at all? Because if that's the case I'll leave," you told him, the silver diamond bracelet you wore glistening under the lights. He continued cutting into his steak ignoring you for a moment before answering, "What would you like me to say?"
That made you huff in annoyance. You shrugged, "I don't know, like say hello, ask me why I was late, just talk to me? All you're doing is sitting there not saying anything like a complete prick."
He smiled a little making the anger inside you rise. He set down his knife and fork leaning forward on the table with his hands folded together, "Oh, so you want me to pay attention to you? Why’s that?”
"What do you mean why?" Your brows furrowed looking at him with irritation written all over your face. With a final roll of your eyes you reached for your handbag, "Whatever. I didn't even want to do this, I don't have to be here."
You didn't make it a step away from the table when his deep voice cut into the thick air like a sharp blade, "Sit down."
"No, I'm leaving," you told him going to take a step. His hand reached out in time to grasp your wrist suddenly making you gasp, "Y/n, sit down."
For some strange reason you did. He picked up his fork and knife again, "Now, we're going to finish our lunch and try and enjoy it, alright? I've given you a chance to talk and now it's my turn. After I say what I have to say you're welcome to leave."
Now, usually you'd throw back some rude comment over how you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to but instead you listened. He let out a deep breath as he went back to eating, chewing thoroughly before swallowing and speaking again, "You arrive twenty minutes late which is fine. I can wait twenty minutes."
"Then when you get here you don't say a single word. No apology, no explanation, not even a hello," Taehyung said as he looked up just in time to catch the roll of your eyes, "This entire time you've sat there in a bad mood refusing to talk to me as well as chewing on your gum not even looking at me. The first thing you say when you finally do decide to talk is complain about my silence? The audacity Y/n, truly."
"Well you know my name and I know yours. I didn't think we needed a formal introduction," you muttered digging into your own plate again. He didn't say anything for a moment waiting to see if you'd finally own up to the bad start of this date that had been entirely your fault but you didn't. He smiled taking his glass and drinking from it, "I'll admit this behavior is expected from someone your age."
Your eyes narrowed, "What's that supposed to mean?" You were 21, only a few years younger than the 27 year old and he was acting like it was a generational gap between you two. Clearly your father chose your current date partner due to his maturity. Your father ran a successful architect company that worked closely with the Kim's line of work so naturally this date was set up but that didn’t mean you liked it.
"It means you are a spoiled brat," he clears his throat going back to eating, "Who's immature and selfish."
"You don't know anything about me," you argued ignoring the waitress as she asked if the food was up to par. He, however, paid his attention to her, "Everything is wonderful if you don't mind bringing us the bill?"
"Let's see..." he pondered for a moment putting his attention back on you, "You're a 21 year old university student living off your parent's money and yet you want to act like you're better than everyone when you haven't worked for a single thing you own? Then you have the nerve to get mad over someone not paying you any attention on a date when you clearly didn't care enough about it to at least show up on time?"
"Wow, are you always this much of an asshole?" You asked raising room your feet, "We're done here."
He didn't say anything letting you leave and that only made you even more mad. Whatever, you rather deal with your dad's fury for walking out on the date than spend another second listening to him think he knows everything about you [news flash though, he was pretty spot on].
You do have to admit that when your parents asked you about lunch and when you told them in all honesty that it was shit they got you in trouble. It's what had you calling his work phone a couple days later despite not wanting to.
"Mr. Kim you have a call from a Y/n L/n on line 1, would you like me to tell her you're not in?" His secretary asked him one Wednesday morning when you called. He could see the surprise evident on her face at the fact that a woman was currently calling him and she looked anything but pleased.
Taehyung isn't a womanizer by any means, to be honest none of his employees have ever heard of him being with a women. Only rumors that have circulated over who his partner might be. He's heard some of course. Some say he's dating a Romanian model, others say he's dating a Japanese socialite. In truth he hasn't been in a serious relationship in a long time and he devotes too much of his time on work to deal with hook ups.
"Go ahead and put her through," Taehyung said adjusting the tightness of his neck tie as she left to connect the call. It took him a second to ready himself to answer the phone, "Hello?"
"Taehyung, hi it's Y/n," you said through the phone. You were currently sunbathing on your balcony poolside wearing a small two piece bathing suit and Chanel sunglasses. Your parents asked you to play nice so that's what you'll do.
"Yes, I know," Taehyung leaned back in his desk chair holding the phone up to his ear as he turned to face the view of Seoul sky scrapers in front of his office. You expected a little more small talk but went on nevertheless, "So listen, I wanted to apologize for how things left off on Sunday. I was wondering if you wanted to try and meet again? Maybe talk things out."
Taehyung smiled hearing you apologize. It looks like the princess does know how to own up to their actions. Though he's pretty sure you're not apologizing out of the kindness of your heart and instead most likely because you were being made to.
Still, part of him was intrigued. The previous women he's gone out with due to his grandmother have been boring. It felt like he was listening to the same story over and over again. They agreed with every little thing he said to impress him and he didn't like that. He liked a challenge. He liked someone who can bring out different sides to him and really tests his limits.
He's not saying you are that someone just yet but for some reason... your awful first impression didn't actually leave a bad taste in his mouth. On the contrary, the fuss you made had him curious. Matched with your looks, he can easily put up with your attitude. You've managed to spark some curiosity in him to pursue you further instead of the other women he's dated.
"Do you have something in mind?" He asked playing with his tie as he stared down at his reflection in the shine of his shoes. He tilted his head back biting his lip waiting to see what you had in mind.
"Well... I mean not exactly but..." you trailed off staring off at the cool water in front of you. You didn't expect him to actually be down to meet again. You listened to your parents and reached out to him with absolutely no hope that he'd still want to talk but here you were. You weren't mad about it at all, he was attractive and if he could put up with your shitty mood last time then you should give it a try.
"How about this then," he cleared his throat swiveling back around to face his desk, "I have this... banquet to go to on Saturday and I can take a plus one. Would you like to accompany me?"
You thought about it for a second. A banquet? Those were so boring. You could list a thousand other things that'd be more fun to do this weekend. Considering he'll be going to this on Saturday no matter what, you knew he wouldn't do something different with you instead. You sighed quietly, "What would the attire be?"
"Formal," Taehyung said sitting up even more, "If this is something you're alright with doing we can meet then. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good," you told him turning onto your front to tan your back, "Wouldn't it be better to give me your personal number?"
He agreed repeating the numbers for you to log and you sent a simple text saying who it was. The call ended and you went back to lounging while he went back to working.
       You ended up meeting sooner than expected on Saturday, after a long morning of stressing on what to wear you ended up calling Taehyung, "I can't go! I have nothing to wear."
There was no hello, just straight to distress.
"What do you mean?" Taehyung asked when you called having a meltdown at ten in the morning, "Why can't you go? I already RSVP'd."
He was in the middle of brunch when you called making him excuse himself from his friends to answer your call. You whined a little, "I don't have anything formal. I can't go, I have nothing to wear."
He let out a sigh, "I'm sure there's something in your closet or—"
"No! There isn't. I looked in both closets and there's absolutely nothing I can wear. Especially if there will be press there I can't be caught in the same dress I've worn before," you were visibly freaking out standing in your bedroom sized closet staring at all the dresses dresses and skirts. Your shoe collection scattered on the floor, hand bags thrown half hazard across the middle island of jewelry. You wanted to cry.
He bit into his bottom lip in thought. He checked the time on his wrist watch, "Can you be ready in an hour? I'll head over to pick you up and we'll go out and find you a dress. How does that sound?"
"Okay."
Click.
Taehyung ran his hand over his face. You just... you just played him basically. You came to him acting like a brat over not wanting to wear the same outfit twice and he just... he just gave you what you wanted so easily. He mindlessly offered to take you shopping and that satisfied you enough to stop complaining.
He had just been thinking about how spoiled you were and he was quickly enabling it just like everyone else around you. With a huff of air out his cheeks he headed back to his table of friends already struggling at explaining why he'd be leaving so suddenly.
"I, unfortunately, have to get going. Something came up," he cleared his throat hoping he could get away with just saying that. Jimin was the first to interrogate him, a smirk evident on his face, "Something or someone?"
"I'd be curious to know too," Jin piped in, "I saw the article of you and Y/n L/n having lunch together. It wasn't positive."
Taehyung shrugged rummaging through his wallet to get money for his bill. He set it on the table, "It's a work in progress." He left it at that leaving them even more curious than before and left to pick you up.
Once you were in his car he drove to luxury brand stores with high quality formal attire. He was lucky to be able to sit in the private waiting room in the middle of a circle of fitting rooms. He had a glass of champagne in hand waiting for you. You disappeared for a short moment changing into a dress he picked and came back out with a sour expression. His eyes scanned your head to toe. The dress was a soft cream and hugged your curves perfectly. It was taken in at your waist and had puffy sheer sleeves.
"This is so ugly," you said honestly turning to look at him, "I look like a peach."
"Well it's better than some of the stuff you've shown me," he argued making your eyes roll. You hoisted the dress up and left the waiting room to pick out your own dresses. You marched back into the fitting room and chose another one.
Next you sauntered out in a deep red mini silk dress, a slit on the side and a deep V. Immediately shook his head, "No."
"Why?" You asked checking yourself out in the mirror, “I look good.” The end of the dress barely reached your fingertips. Taehyung was looking at you from behind shaking his head, "You do but maybe for a night out, not for a company banquet. Let's find something else."
With a little stomp of your foot you returned to the fitting room to change.
When Taehyung picked you up later on in the evening he could already feel his patience thinning. Thankfully you managed to come to an agreement on a dress earlier but you made it so sultry.
The long black fitted dress with a long slit down your leg, back completely exposed as the dress barely covered your butt. The way it hugged your figure and sparkled of silver embroidery. The black dress looked exquisite on you especially with the way you styled your hair and chose jewelry. Anyone walking by would assume you're on the way to a red carpet instead.
The dress wasn't what made him feel impatient if not the person wearing it. He could already tell you were a handful and he was willingly involving himself with you because he liked it. All eyes had been on you the second you entered the venue and it was obvious why. Heads turned in your direction either in awe or judgement.
In his eyes, you were the most show stopping in the room. You stuck out in the best way possible and he was the one with you. Taehyung knows that he’s worth envying and when paired with you, who people also envied, it was like a perfect match. His hand on your lower bare back lead you to a group of people who all turned to look you up and down.
"Ah! It's the socialite," Jin said with a smirk on his face as you both approached. You were known for being out an any social event that met your standards. You didn't say anything hearing them all introduce themselves and Taehyung's arm wrapped around your waist, "This is Y/n L/n, my date tonight."
A server came around holding a tray of champagne and you happily took a glass as well as Taehyung. You could already tell tonight was going to be boring but Taehyung looked so good in his Givenchy suit that he was all you could focus on. You caught a few girls checking him out too but that didn't come as a surprise. In the inner circle of influential people Kim Taehyung was a well known bachelor. A lot of women had their eyes on him yet here he was with you.
A spoiled girl known to get what you want and currently that's him. They couldn't even compete and yet you still felt annoyed whenever one of them would pass and gawk at your date.
"I'll be back," you whispered to him, "I'm gonna go find a restroom to freshen up." He looked around for an idea of which direction you'd be heading to and nodded. He wasn't expecting you to lean up and plant a soft kiss on his neck but he wasn't against it at all.
Taehyung watched the sway of your hips as you walked away, the glass of champagne brushing against his bottom lip as he went to take a drink. Namjoon cleared his throat, "Y/n definitely knows how to make an entrance."
"Are you sure you'll know what to do with all of that? I heard Y/n's a lot to handle," Hoseok said still looking after you before disappearing among the crowd of people all turning to stare at you, "I mean... if you need any help I'd be happy to."
Taehyung forced a smile on his face, "I got it." Jimin cleared his throat, "She knows how to show off her best assets. How'd you let her come out in that?"
He shrugged. He didn't care for the conversation or the way they talked about you for that matter. He took a small sip before answering, "Y/n can wear what she wants.”
He learned that earlier today. Jin looked at him, "And you're okay with that? Look at all the attention she's getting." Taehyung turned to him, "I'm not worried."
"Taehyung!" He kept himself in place ignoring the call of his name. Only a second later and a hand attached itself to his bicep squeezing slightly, "Oh my, I didn't see you come in."
A woman appeared at his side, smile on her face as she clung to him. He looked down at her, "Mina."
"Oh my god, don't be so serious, haven't seen you in so long," Mina said oblivious to his glare.
Mina had been a fling he had a few years ago. He was younger, not as established, and just looking for some fun. It was never anything serious and as he grew older he learned about how little patience he had with the actress.
You applied the finishing touch of lip gloss fixing your hair in the mirror as you left the wash room. It took you a total of .5 seconds to find Taehyung and his friends again. You hadn't expected to find a woman on his arm though. Your eyes narrowed at the sight zoning in on her and making your way over. Nobody seemed to notice your arrival until you were directly in front of them.
Taehyung's breath of relief at your arrival had gone over your head as you leaned your weight on one hip flicking your hair off your shoulder. He cleared his throat using his hand to push Mina's off his bicep before wrapping his arm around your waist, "Y/n, shall we go find our seats?"
"Hello, I'm Mina," you forced a feigned polite smile even when your eyes showed something else as she introduced herself to you before you could leave to your table, "And you are?"
"Y/n..." you said giving her the same once over she was currently giving you. Mina looked you up and down, "How do you know Taehyung?"
You couldn't bite back the sour tone, "Does it matter to you?" She looked visibly taken back as Taehyung turned away from her hiding a smile behind a sip of his drink. Why did he kind of like how blunt you were? Jin and Hoseok snickered, they all knew how much Mina annoyed Taehyung.
"Oh!" Mina clapped, "I was just curious what dumb bimbo Taehyung sank his teeth into this time, at least now I know who."
Everyone seemed to stop moving, eyes wide at her words. Even if they didn’t know you personally everyone knew you and your family weren’t ones you should talk about negatively. Mina didn’t seem to get that.
Your face brightened at the hint of an insult sent your way. You always did love a good bitch fight. You smiled feeling Taehyung turn ready to tell Mina to fuck off when you spoke, "For a washed up has-been like you, you've got some nerve saying that to me. Just say you're upset he's not into you and run along before I get a little mean, alright?"
"I think it's too late for that," Namjoon whispered even as he fought off the need to laugh. Mina was a has-been who used Taehyung to gain influence and then slept with her yoga instructor. You turned to Taehyung, "I'm hungry."
It took him a second to process what had just happened and then he was nodding his head leading you to your seats to wait for the food to be served. Mina watched him leave with you with her jaw dropped. Taehyung held your chair out for you before pushing you in. He sat in his own seat and turned to you, "Let me apologize for what just happened. She came up to me while you were gone an—"
"I don't care," you brushed your fingers through your hair staring straight ahead. You didn't even bother hiding the bad mood you were in now. Throughout the dinner and speeches he tried getting your attention but you were cold toward him like it had all been his fault. It reminded him of the bad attitude you had on your lunch date and he wasn't going to put up with it for a second time.
By the end of the night you were waiting outside for the valet to bring Taehyung's car over and you stood a few feet away from him, arms crossed over your chest like a child upset they didn't get what they wanted. He scoffed watching you open the door to the back of his car and sit inside. He stopped the door from closing as he glared down at you, "What are you doing?"
"Sitting," you told him plainly looking ahead. Without thinking he reached for your hand and pulled you out of the car with little force as he cornered you against the side, "Listen, you're not going to be catching an attitude with me. Either you sit up front next to me like a big girl or you throw your little fit and I leave you here and go home. You decide."
He stood closely, his chest touching your crossed arms as neither one of you looked away, waiting for the other to stand down first. You didn't like this. You wanted to throw a fit and keep up your bad attitude but he won't let you. Or no, he will but he'll leave and you're not interested in finding a cab on your own. So, with a pout on your face and a roll of your eyes you climbed into the front seat slamming the door in his face. Looking around to make sure nobody other than the valet saw your act of defiance he fixed his suit as if to not appear disheveled. He rounded over to his side of the car and got in.
It's bad how much he liked putting you in your place as well as how much he liked seeing you act out and be a brat. Clearing his throat he put his seatbelt on and drove off.
Despite wanting to run out the car and up to your apartment Taehyung didn't let you. He locked the door before you could open and pushed the button repeatedly when you tried unlocking it. Turning to yell at him he gave you a look that read 'try me' so you didn't.
He put the car in park in front of your building, "If you're upset about something, talk to me. Don't just get mad and take it out on me because I won't be putting up with that. What happened earlier was all because of Mina so I understand being upset but I don't care about her, I care about you. If you would've given me the chance I would've told her to fuck off myself."
"I don't need you doing anything for me," you told him. He reached for the hand you had on the arm rest, "I know you don't but I want to. The same way I want to see you again but just know that if you keep giving me attitude over every little thing thing, I'm going to keep putting you in your place. The way you've treated me so far is childish and all you've shown me is how spoiled and immature you are."
He thought back to the first date and the way you acted like he was the one at fault. Or even when you called crying about the dress only to get happy when he offered to buy you a new one. The way you complained to him for five minutes about how ugly the dress he picked out for you originally was and didn't try to cooperate at all. The way you handled your business with Mina and then turned around and took it out on him. And it's a big problem because he's willingly taking it all due to his growing feelings for you. You had a six year age gap and it felt like your maturity levels were on completely different ends of the spectrum.
"If I'm so spoiled and immature then why do you want to see me again?" You scoffed looking away from him. There you go again. The hand that had been on the steering wheel moved to cup your face forcing you to look at him but your eyes still wandered in refusal to obey. He waited until your eyes did meet his, "Because I'm into you and your little attitude doesn't scare me when I know you're into me too. We wouldn't be here right now if you weren't."
For some reason that made your insides turn giddy. The way he was so mature, and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. The way he told you it how it was from the very beginning ordering you to sit still and look pretty while he let you know you won't be having any attitude with him. You liked it a lot. You liked him a lot.
You hated how reasonable and calm he is though. You wanted to see him snap. So far you've done a lot of things that have granted someone/anyone to yell at you and he has yet to do that. The most he's done is give his reasoning for ignore you and order you to sit up front with him. You wanted him to really show you who you're messing with and you wanted to see how much you could get away with.
He's only seen bits and pieces of how bad your attitude could get—even a hint of your jealous and possessive side—but you knew you could push his buttons even further. Without another word you leaned forward until your lips pressed against his. Completely taken back it took him a moment to get to his senses and kiss you back.
His eyes fell shut as his hand held your face close to his deepening the kiss as needed. Taehyung's tongue swiped along your bottom lip before exploring the inside of your mouth. The soft muscles of your tongue and his fought for dominance as the kiss turned into a heated make out. He released a soft groan when you sucked on his tongue eagerly. You pushed forward moving to straddle his lap but he stopped you before you could.
You whined, "What now?" You tried going back to kiss him but he shook his head loosening his tie as he caught his breath. "No?" You asked feeling annoyed again, "What do you mean no?" Nobody ever tells you no.
"No, as in no, Y/n," Taehyung said sternly, "You've been in a bad mood the whole ride here—practically all night ignoring me, and now you want me to just give in to what you want? No."
"I've wanted you all night," you said honestly making his wall crumble a little bit he kept up his act. He had to put his foot down. He scoffed, "Well you could've fooled me. I'll call you when I get home, how about that?"
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes pulling the lock up and finally getting out. You slammed his car door shut and made your way up the steps to your building hearing the sound of a window rolling down. Taehyung looked through it, "Text me when you get inside, I want to make sure you make it back safely."
"Fuck you," you muttered making him smile, "I heard that."
      Throughout the last couple of weeks that Taehyung has had the chance to get to know you he's learned a few things about you and himself.
One, that you love the attention. You love the stares and the whispers. You lived for being in the spotlight and the center of attention.
Two, that you're surprisingly clingy and needy. Alright not that surprising but still clingy. You called each other every day mostly for him to listen to you rant about some injustice done against you ranging from someone taking the pair of Jimmy Choo's you wanted to classes at the University starting up soon. You listened to him tell you about his latest project and boring meetings he had to attend.
Third, he loves giving you the attention. He's learned you're very easy to confide in. You listen and seem genuinely interested in what he says. When you talk to him it doesn't seem rehearsed to cater to him. You're honest saying what's on your mind and he likes that.
Not a lot of people can put up with you, you'll admit that. You've got a very small circle of friends who you genuinely trust and confide in. You never expected Taehyung to quickly insert himself as one of the chosen few.
The only two other people in this tight knit circle were your best friends who were currently interrogating you. Jungkook couldn't hold in his laugh as you retold the events of the last couple of weeks.
Your friend Yoongi shook his head in astonishment as the three of you lounged around Jungkook's million dollar apartment gifted to him by his parents for graduating University. You were sprawled across one of his couches waiting for him to find something the three of you could do for the night telling them of the guy you've been seeing.
"I'm actually genuinely surprised it's going so well for you," Jungkook said stifling a laugh as you flipped him the bird. Yoongi shook his head, "I, for one, expected this when you told us who you'd be going on a date with."
"What do you mean?" You asked flipping for your phone around on your stomach absentmindedly. You remembered telling the two in a group call before your date. You'd just gotten home from a week long trip to Paris when your parents informed you of the date set up.
Tired beyond belief and with nothing to wear you had a meltdown in your closet. You had watched time tick on by closer to the meet up time and you hadn't cared. In that moment you were more focused on your lack of wardrobe ranting to your friends about the man you'd be going on a date with.
You remember saying, in the middle of a tantrum, how you didn't care if you were late and if he bailed. You weren't going to go until you found the perfect outfit just to spite your parents for throwing this on you just as you landed in Seoul.
Yoongi shrugged, "I just knew. I met him once at a grand opening for some art museum and he seemed like the exact type of person you needed."
Your brows furrowed in confusion looking to Jungkook who looked just as equally confused as he cleared his throat, "Feel free to explain because I'm pretty sure neither of us get what you're saying."
"I'm saying that Taehyung seems like a good fit for you," Yoongi told you, "You need someone who matches your energy when you're being bitchy. Someone who'll tell you how it is without you asking for it. Don't say you don't like when someone puts you in your place."
This, unfortunately, was a very normal conversation topic for you three. Being friends for years you'd gotten closer in your prep school years. You experienced a lot of 'first's' right after the other and the subject was easy to discuss. The amount of things you've heard about Jungkook's sex life or Yoongi's bedroom behavior with his girlfriend was unbelievable.
"I mean... it's not boring..." you answered cautiously as you thought on it further. Now that you think about it, you've been more caught up on Taehyung than any of the other guys your parents introduced you to.
He didn't cater to your every request. He didn't even try and take any advances in the car when you kissed him. He was respectful and kind. But at the same time, it was something in the way he reeled you back in. In the midst of an anger fit he is quick to let you know he won't be the one you take it out on. He'll make you own up to your actions [like arriving late on the first date] and he doesn't let you distance yourself during that time.
Before people would easily give you what you want if it meant you'd stopped being a bitch or you'd be left alone until your tantrum wore off. Taehyung was the opposite. He confronted you about your rude behavior toward him when he was at his last straw. He didn't even let you pout in his back seat after the banquet. He let you know he wasn't going to be your punching bag and instead wanted to talk about things to you.
And on the phone he was very gentle. His deep voice was calming every time you tell him about your day or anything that might've upset you. He made you laugh when you wanted to be mad. Maybe he was what you needed and Yoongi was right.
Before you could add on to your previous statement you were cut off by your phone's ringtone. The three of you shared a knowing look before you answered, "Hello?"
"I want to see you," Taehyung said softly as he paced his office staring at the sunset outside his 100th floor window view. You let out a dramatic sigh, "I don't even get a hello back?"
Your two friends scooted closer in curiosity making you try and wave them off. They stuck to you like glue. Taehyung smiled a little on his end, "Hello sweetheart, how's your day going?"
"Oh," you couldn't help to smile as your friend silently gagged at the sweetness, "Pretty boring, nothing to do."
Taehyung bit his lip in thought, "Well I can change that, how does dinner at my place sound?"
"What time?" You asked looking to your friends whose faces lit up at the proposition. They were well rounded gossips.
Taehyung checked the time, "I'll be off in about an hour or so... I'm not sure let's say 7:00?"
You groaned, feeling bored being at Jungkook's with nothing to do, dressed to impress, you needed to do something now, "But I want to see you now."
At that Yoongi rolled his eyes at your impatience but without missing a beat Taehyung offered up, "Well if you want you can come down to my office and wait with me here. We'll go back to mine and have dinner together."
"Okay," you began sitting up, "Then I'll see you in a bit?"
You said your goodbyes and Yoongi laughed. He pointed his pinky up as he mocked you with Jungkook, "Oh you both are so whipped for each other."
"Whatever, someone take me to Taehyung's office," you said already gathering your things expecting someone to drive you without saying please or asking nicely. With a huff Yoongi stood, "I'll drop you off on my way to Jina's. Let's go."
"Wait so you're both leaving me?" Jungkook asked looking back at the two as they rounded toward the door. You waved goodbye and you left with Yoongi.
To say the front desk receptionists were complete taken aback as you stormed into the lobby would be an understatement. From your kitten heels to the mini tennis skirt and fitted cropped knit sweater and the dangle gold earrings. Your hair was pinned back by a hair clip and your lips shined with gloss, you stuck out like a sore thumb in the gray lobby.
You displayed a perfect smile as you approached the front desk, "Hi I'm here to see Kim Taehyung if you don't mind letting him know Y/n L/n is here."
The woman nodded giving you one more look before dialing a number. You heard her talk on the phone, look back at you, nod her head and hang up. She forced a smile on her face, "I'm sorry but his secretary has informed me he's extremely busy today, maybe if you set an appointment you can come back."
You mimicked her smile, "Is that so? Alright, give me one moment." The woman's fake smile didn't falter as you took your phone out and called someone.
"Hey, are you almost here?" Taehyung asked staring down the empty hall where his secretary typed away on her computer.
"I'm downstairs actually," you told him looking back at the receptionist, "But apparently you're extremely busy so I should schedule an appointment to see you another day. Is this how I’m going to be treated every time I come?”
Her smile faltered. There's no way you, dressed the way you were, would be on the phone with her big bad boss who never had any women visit him in the office aside from family. Taehyung's brows furrowed, "Give me a moment I'll come down and get you."
You hung up with an innocent smile on your face as you and the receptionist had a staring contest. Only a couple minutes later did Taehyung reach the lobby and walked over to the front desk.
He pulled you into a hug as he kissed your cheek in greeting. Taehyung looked at the receptionist who looked completely taken back as he wrapped an arm around your waist, "If you don't mind putting her name down just so Y/n won't have to wait down here again."
"Yes of course sir, my apologies," the reception fumbled for a second as she rushed to do as told. Taehyung led you to the elevator and you turned sending the two front desk clerks a perfect wink before disappearing around the corner.
Once in the privacy of the elevator Taehyung pulled you into him. His mouth found yours giving you the second kiss you've had since you met. You were caught off guard but welcomed the action with arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pressed you into the mirrored wall cupping your face in both hands as his brows scrunched together in bliss.
The only thing to pull you away is the final ding of the elevator and you quickly rushed to wipe off your lip gloss from the corners of his mouth. Straight at the end of the wide hall was his office, his secretary posted just outside his door.
She looked over to you two as Taehyung led you down to his office. An idea sparking in your head as you stopped directly in front of her desk, "So, what were you so busy with that I wouldn’t even be able to see you unless I set an appointment?”
Immediately the secretary shrunk behind her computer. Taehyung stood in confusion as he tried to think about it. Turning to his secretary, "Miss Yoona, did the lobby call you a few minutes ago?”
She stood up, "Yes sir, my apologies I'd seen you on your desktop and thought you were in a video conference." You could see her lying through her teeth.
In truth everyone had been confused. You, the way you looked, did not make sense for someone to have business with Kim Taehyung. You don't even seem like his type to them. Taehyung didn't say anything for a moment before taking your hand in his, "Well next time, even if I'm in a meeting let Y/n through. She can always just wait in my office. Don't make the same mistake twice, alright?"
"Yes sir."
You smiled being dragged into his office and immediately threw your arms around him. He lifted you up a little kissing you harder than before. Your relationship had evolved since the last time you saw each other but he wasn't going to forget everything else. He set you back down, "I've just got a few emails to send and then we can head out."
It took about forty minutes for Taehyung to finish up and then the two of you were leaving for the day.
This was the first time you stepped into his apartment looking around and taking everything in. Taehyung was already in the kitchen taking out pots and pans. He rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up and was glancing up at you now and then as you wandered around, "You gonna help me cook tonight?"
"No," you said simply, "I don't know how to."
"You can always learn," Taehyung shrugged as he rinsed some vegetables, "Come here."
You whined, "Tae I'll burn your kitchen down."
"You'll just dice," Taehyung told you sliding a cutting board and nice across the island toward you, "Come on Y/n, we're doing this together."
"Then let's go out to eat, I don't want to dice."
He sent you a look as he waited patiently. Sensing his sudden authoritative behavior you crossed your arms in front of your chest, "You're the one who wanted to cook, not me."
"Yes honey, you're right, but I figured it's something we can do together and you can learn something too," he told you softly. You rolled your eyes, "I don't want to learn anything. I'm fine not knowing how to cook. And if you're going to be like this then I'll just leave."
There you go again. He's learned another thing about you though he really only notices it when you're in a room together. It was that you took the easy way out. Any sign of work or difficulty made you want to give up and he didn't appreciate that. All because he's asking you to spend some quality time cooking together [something you don't want to do] now you want to leave. Sensing his change in demeanor you tried a new tactic.
You wrapped your arms around his waist as he began to cut some steak, "Come on Taehyungie, I'm no good in the kitchen anyway."
"Well you don't even try," he said but he's not sure if he's talking in regards to the cooking or to your unlabeled relationship. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, "Then let's skip dinner and you can see me try and make it up to you in other ways."
He let out a sigh, "Not tonight."
          "I hate him."
"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckled as he dug into his lunch, "Why do you hate him this time?"
"I've never met a man who doesn't want to have sex," you said honestly. You sat with your two best friends in a private section for lunch. The restaurant sat you in a secluded booth hidden behind an aquarium wall.
You sounded desperate but you didn't care. You've never met a guy who turns down your advances and you hated that. If he could just give you what you want, that'd be great. Yoongi shrugged as he said, "Maybe he's trying to actually connect with you before having sex."
"Why?" You asked, "I'm already into him, he's into me, I don't get it. I'm not asking him to prove he likes me."
"Yes but maybe he's just not the type of guy to sleep with someone until he's sure of them," Yoongi added watching both you and Jungkook stare at him in confusion.
"Think about it, you say you had a rough start with each other because of the first date and all. Maybe he wants to prove he's genuinely interested in going out with you but he wants to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into with him too," Yoongi told you, "He's making you work for it by making you wait. I told you he's right for you, the only guy to never give in to you right away."
"He's a better man than me," Jungkook joked as he stuffed his mouth with food, "The second Y/n complains I do whatever it takes to shut her up." You hit his arm and he laughed.
You shook your head at what Yoongi was telling you, "Well I don't like it."
"When do you see him again?" Jungkook asked you.
"Tonight, we're going out for drinks with a couple of his friends but it's weird. He hasn't even asked me to be his girlfriend yet but treats me like one. I don't get him at all."
"You should make him jealous," Jungkook told you with a shrug of his shoulders as Yoongi shook his head in disapproval, "I bet that'll make him move quicker."
So, despite knowing you should listen to what Yoongi had said over lunch, you went with Jungkook's idea.
You and Taehyung were currently at the lounge bar he was meeting his friends at. You sat in a booth with his arm around you as he talked with his friends.
You were bored of their conversation about stocks. You couldn't stop thinking about what Jungkook had said. Taehyung's being super unfair to you. He makes you think he has feelings for you then does things like refuse to sleep with you all because you told him you weren't going to help him cook.
You didn't care if it made you sound desperate or easy. You knew what you wanted and that was him so what gives him the right to make you work for it?
Taehyung watched you stand up abruptly, his arm falling away from you, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to get myself a drink," you told him not waiting for him to respond before you left.
"So how's it going in La La Land with the princess?" Jimin asked Taehyung as he watched you disappear through the crowd to the bar. Taehyung turned back to face his friends, "Can you refrain from making comments like that? We're fine."
"You know, I've always heard she's difficult," Jin added making Taehyung glare at him.
"Y/n's not difficult," he told them all, "She's just young and has some maturing to do. She's actually very sweet and easy to talk to when you get to know her."
It's true, he genuinely believes it but he also knows how hard it could be to deal with you when you're on your high horse. That's the only reason he hasn't put into words how badly he wants to make it official with you. He doesn't think you're ready for the sort of commitment he's willing to give. If he's with you he's not going to just give you whatever you want because you're acting out. He's not going to let you take the easy way out. He's going to make you communicate your needs and wants to him and help you separate them.
You might want everything in the world [and he'll give it to you] but not if you snap at him anytime he does something you don't like. The way you got irritated when he refused to skip dinner and have fun with you instead had been comical. He'd been two seconds away from ditching it all together till you snapped at him and stormed out of his apartment. When he called you later that night all you said in regards to dinner and storming off was, 'Well nobody can make me do something I don't want to do.'
"I'm gonna go check on Y/n," Taehyung muttered after checking the time. You'd been gone for a while now and he went straight to the bar to find you.
When he couldn't see you he had to walk around a bit wondering if you'd gotten lost in the thick crowd of people. He hadn't expected to find you with someone else.
Taehyung stood back watching feeling a slight tinge of something in his chest. His jaw clenched at the sight of your hand on the guy's arm. His mind did not stray elsewhere as he stormed over to where you were, not uttering out a single word.
The guy you were talking to glares up at him at the sudden change in air with his arrival. He chuckled, "Mind backing off man? I'm talking here."
You didn't say anything staring at Taehyung as he stood directly in front of the stranger you’ve been chatting with. He had stopped you on your way back to the table with your drink and he fell as your perfect victim. You were going to listen to what Jungkook said and make him jealous. Taehyung's eyes bored into the guy's, "It'd be better if you walk away."
"Oh come on Tae," you smiled feigning innocence, "We were just talking."
"Whoa are you two together?" The guy asked looking back to you. At the same time both you and Taehyung answered him.
"Yes."
"No."
The guy chuckled, "Alright so you're not?"
"Not that I know of," you shrugged knowing that Taehyung was staring at you now. You were getting under his skin and you liked it, maybe then he'll stop being so nonchalant and give you a reaction.
Taehyung smiled, "Fine Y/n, if you want to stand here and talk to him then I'll give you exactly what you want and leave you to it."
He walked away.
It took you a total of .03 seconds to chase after him in regret, "Tae wait—"
"No, you want to act like a little girl fine by me but I won't keep taking it," he didn't stop, "You want to talk to other guys and say we aren't together, whatever I won't keep trying since you clearly aren't."
"You haven't asked me to be your girlfriend."
"Because I don't have to!" Taehyung snapped at you over the loud music, "We're adults Y/n. We go on dates, we kiss and hug and talk on the phone all fucking day. We're very public too, everyone knows we're together but you."
"You want me to give in to everything you want but when I ask you for something you can't do it," Taehyung scoffed. He was annoyed now and he needed some space. He was making his way over to the empty hall where the restrooms would be, you still hot on his trail. This was the first time you’ve ever heard him snap.
"I ask you to go to an event with me and you complain you don't have the right dress so we go out and get you one," he started to list off his reasons, "I want to enjoy the night with you but because you're in a bad mood we don't talk at all through that night."
"I call and tell you I'd like to have dinner together and you say you don't cook. You say you don't want to have quality time with me," Taehyung said, "Then you storm off and tell me over the phone that nobody is going to make you do what you don't want to do."
"You're the one who's not trying to be in a relationship with me," Taehyung said, "From the very beginning. So just give me some space right now."
You didn't listen following him into the men's washroom not caring if anyone was in there. Thankfully for you, there wasn't. It was a fancy bathroom with cement walls separating each stall and when he turned to glare at you, you pushed him into one. He looked taken back as he hit the wall. You stood in front of him, "I want to be with you."
He didn't say anything. You let out a sigh before continuing, "I want to be with you Taehyung but you just make me so mad when you don't give me what I want."
"So what is that you want?" Taehyung asked slightly turned on by way you just pushed him up against the wall despite your smaller stature. The fact you were going to express to him your needs instead of just getting mad at him for not giving in right away. He liked that. He wanted to communicate.
You stomped your heeled foot softly, "I want you. I want to be with you but you're so mean."
"How?" Taehyung asked, "Because I don't let you walk all over me? Because I don't give you everything you want right away? Because I genuinely want us to work? Tell me what you want and I'll do it right now... but only if you tell me with words instead of just expecting me to know."
"I want you..." you repeated in a whisper making him sigh. Without another word, you watched him drop to his knees on the surprisingly clean floor.
"You want me?" Taehyung asked double checking, "Fine, I'll give you what you want but I don't want to hear you whine that it's too much.
His fingers ran over the waist of your dress and you nodded in excitement. Finally, finally, he was going to just give you what you've wanted since the first time you saw him even if you would never admit it. Taehyung was sliding his hand under your fitted mini dress groaning already, "Are you serious?"
"What?" You asked biting your lip as he glared up at you. He shook his head, his hand feeling your bare pussy, "You're not wearing any underwear and you wanted to talk to other guys tonight? Seriously?"
"I wanted to make you jealous," you said honestly, a gasp leaving your lips when his hand swiped between your folds, "So that you could g—give me what I wanted."
"And this is what you wanted?" He pulled your dress up scooting closer so that his face was only centimeters away from your parted legs. One of his hands held your waist while the other worked to separate your legs. He collected wetness from your entrance and used it to rub your clit, your knees twitched with the wave of warmth that came over you, "Yes, please."
You leaned back against the stall's wall and placed your hand on his head to brace yourself so you could guide him to where you needed him most. All those times he's been stern with you have done nothing but get under your skin and leave you turned on. He laughed, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.
He laughed, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, "that's fine. I'll give you what you want but don't get used to it." Your head fell back against the wall as his lips met your centre, he started off with small kitten licks keeping a tight grip on your thigh as it rested on his shoulders. He was teasing in the way he barely licked at your entrance and before you could tell at him that you wanted more he pulled your clit into his mouth. Your lips drew apart in a quiet moan as he toyed with your clit using his tongue to swirl it around. His lips sucked around it, the tip of his tongue hitting the tip of your clit as he made you grind against his face.
Your hands pushed his head closer to you, Taehyung eagerly sucking on your clit as his free hand began to swiped along your folds. He pushed the tip of his middle finger into your entrance while his mouth worked your sensitive spot. He looked up at you, his mouth never giving up, as he watched your body ripple in waves of pleasure that only he could give you. His mouth went back to your clit and his middle finger crooked upwards to rub your G-spot. A second finger quickly joined the first as you moaned, "Tae, please, I want more."
Neither one of you seemed to care about the fact that you were in the men's washroom. He let out another chuckle at your whine as he lifted his head, "you gotta be quiet baby or else I stop."
You grunted in frustration, "Then give me more." He shook his head and pulled away again, "What did I say? You aren't going to boss me around Y/n, now take what I give you and bring your voice down."
He smiled when you shied back into his touch, "Good girl," he said smacking your clit lightly in praise. He went back to his task in earnest, paying careful attention to your body as he went on. He felt you fluttered around him and it only made him work quicker. He was now fully kneeled between your legs, his mouth gliding over to your wet cunt leaving open mouth kisses against your heat. His fingers working overtime feeling you shudder and his tongue lapped up whatever slick his fingers pushed out of you.
Feeling your walls begin to crumble you pulled on his hair, "So close." And just like that, just those two words and he is pulling away despite your cries.
He stood up on his feet pulling your dress down for you as you fought against his hold, "Stop Y/n, look at me."
"Why? I was so close!" You whined kicking your foot in a fit. Taehyung opened the door looking out to make sure nobody was there. He's sure people heard you two but as long as they didn't see your faces he didn't care. He pulled you out, "Because of your little stunt you did to make me jealous. If you want me to give you what you want then I gotta know I'm getting something too."
"This isn't going to be a one sided relationship," he told you leading you out the restroom, "And I want you to be my girlfriend but I need you to know that you won't always get what you want. I want to give you the world Y/n, I really do, but only if you show me that you're willing to make sacrifices for me too."
"I will!" You said as he cut through the crowds of people making a beeline to the door, "But I was so close!"
"You think you deserved it? You think you can flirt with other guys in my face and it'll get you what you want with no consequences?" He asked turning to you for a quick moment, "I'm sorry baby but that's not how it works."
"Are we leaning?" You asked, the wetness between your legs getting uncomfortable as your orgasm had been taken from you just moments ago, "What about your friends?"
namjoon: u ditched us but I'm sure u got a good reason ;)
So evidently, he's reminded yet again of two things.
The first? That you were a huge brat who threw a big fit in the car for being left mid orgasm in the bathroom and dragged out.
Second, that you did in fact always get what you want.
"Y/N, you can't be serious..." He wanted to say but he couldn't. Not with you playfully nipping the erection through his clothes and making a whimper escape his lips in the process. "Y/N...fuck, can't you just wait? You're always so... needy."
You pulled down his pants and boxershorts, his hard cock springing upwards - only inches away from your face. You didn't care if the two of you were currently in the elevator on the way up to your floor. Luckily, you lived in a penthouse which meant there was a lot of time waiting in the elevator. Instantly, you placed your lips around his tip when he made no physical effort to stop you, making him close his eyes and breathe deeply. He didn't actually want you to stop, he liked that you took what you wanted especially if it was him.
"Baby, please..." Taehyung began to softly pet your head, before he couldn't stand the pressure anymore - he'd ball a fist in your hair, pulling your mouth closer to thrust into it. Your tongue circled around his head licking down the vein on the underside of his hard length. His head was thrown back, taking it all in, or well, having you take it all in. He can't imagine being in this situation with someone else. He can't imagine [doesn't want to] you doing this with someone else. He was the one for you the same as you were the one for him.
"Fuck..." he whispered as he heared you try to surpress your gag reflex, his cock being way too big for being shoved your throat. Looking up at the floor number making sure there was still time and also praying nobody came in. You didn't care,you'd keep on going, head moving up and down fast until he was satisfied.
You looked up as you clenched your fingers around his member, while still enthusiastically sucking him as if you wanted to milk him dry. The way you looked at him made him want to cover that pretty face of yours into his cum and let you know exactly who's in charge in the bedroom—or elevator?
That none of those other guys that have been able to handle your attitude know what to do with you. That only he will be the one to give you what you want and need.
"Wait!" he panted. "God, Y/N... wait!"
Ding.
You were on your floor. Before the doors opened you were helping him tuck himself back into his jeans and he was urging you out of the elevator. His hand on your lower back as his body walked closely behind yours. "Oh, you're such a brat," was his firm response to the whole fiasco, as he watched you swipe your key card. He began to fondle your breasts turning you in his arms to face him as you entered your apartment. He pushed you against the wall and you could feel his hard on against your stomach as he wrapped your legs around his waist hoisting you up.
"Where?" He asked pressing his lips against yours. You pointed toward your bedroom and he was taking off in that direction. The  kiss was needy, hungry and full of want from the both of you. Taehyung set you down on the bed never once taking his mouth off you as he crawled over you. He was tugging on your dress at the ends until a clear tearing sound was heard. You bit your lip helping him shake you from the confines of fabric while pulling on the buttons of his shirt until it split open.
"You couldn't wait the two minutes it took to get here?" He asks groping at your exposed chest. You'd gone without a bra or underwear so when he tore into the dress it was like opening a present. His pants are uncomfortably tight with need as he buried his face into your breasts.
"Such a fucking brat," he exhales, tugging a nipple roughly between his teeth as his hand squeezed the soft flesh, "You know it too. Always know how to get what you want."
"I know," you said, grinning in anticipation as your hands traveled along his back, "But you like it."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, his fingers find your little clit between your legs still sensitive from his earlier ministrations where he left you high and dry—or wet in this case.
"I do," he groaned loving the way your face contorts with the pleasure he's giving you, "I love it so fucking much baby. Makes me wanna out you in your place."
"Then do it... Daddy," you bit your lip as the words left your mouth. He froze for a second, the word sending a ripple of arousal down his body. You were his baby and now you were calling him that. His little brat. But you've just made a huge mistake addressing him as such. His thumb speeds up. Your hands tighten around his shoulder, your head pressed against your pillows as your mouth drew open in a moan as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. His lips pressed against yours in a hungry kiss that had you so close to the edge.
And then again, he stops. You whine out in outrage, eyes flying open as you stomped around on your bed, "Oh my god! Taehyung!"
"Nuh uh," he tsks. "Let's try it again, what's my name?"
You turned away from him in disobedience. His free hand cupped your chin forcing you to look at him, "Be a good girl and tell me what's my name."
You bit into your tongue to keep you from calling him as such since he'd just ruined your orgasm for a second time. Instead, you snuck your hand between your bodies and went to your own core only for the hand that had been playing with your pussy to stop you. He's going to fuck you, no question about it, but do you deserve it after everything you've put him through?
"I'm gonna tell you this," he gripped your wrist watching you squirm, "If you don't behave, you don't get to cum. So listen to daddy, alright?"
"No," you said defiantly and it made your cunt leak as you continued to disobey. His dark expression didn't falter, "Listen here you little brat. If you want me to give you what you want then you're going to cooperate. This isn't going to be one way."
You still refused. It wasn't until you felt him begin to retract did you claw at him, "Wait Taehyung, plea—"
"Nuh uh. Don't call me Taehyung," he warned, "Don't get shy on me now. What did you call me earlier?"
Finally giving up on the attitude you let out a sigh. "... Please, daddy. I promise I'll be good."
That makes his insides melt, tugging down his jeans and briefs he kicks them off freeing the hardened cock you'd been teasing in the elevator. He grasps your chin softly this time and leans in, kissing your nose affectionately. "Good girl."
He lines himself up with your entrance and gently, he pushed in. You both should have probably checked for protection but in the heat of the moment it slipped from your minds. You'd both been only talking to each other for weeks and you were loyal to it and so was he. He waits a moment for your walks to stop tightening around him attempting to push him back out. Once your body is used to his girth, with a hold on your hips he drags himself out and in one go thrusts forward.
"Mmm," he groans into your neck, his body pressed against roughly against his as his hips began a steady pace thrusting into you, "So tight baby, am I making you feel good?"
"S-so good daddy," you moaned hiding your face in his neck as well letting your tongue lick along his skin, "But I wanna cum. 'M gonna cu—"
It wasn't your fault. You'd been worked up since the club and considering you haven't been with anyone else and he's refused to fuck you till now you're beyond frustrated. It made you turn sweet.  "I'm sorry," you huff. "For being a brat and mouthing off and being bad... Or whatever but I wanna cum, please!"
"Not yet baby," he growled knowing that if you came now he'd have to get out and he was having too much fun fucking you right now. But the second he told you no it's like your switch flipped again. You had been sweet so he gives you what you want and he's still keeping it from you.
"You can't tell me when I can and can't cum," you said rolling your eyes and bucking your hips quicker, "I can do whatever I want."
With a deep grunt he snuck his hand under your arched back forcing you off the bed. Your legs hugged his waist as he sat you down on his thighs sitting on his haunches for support. Like that his hands gripped the roundness of your ass and lifted you up, "Oh you can? Let me hear it then. Say it again."
You tried to sink onto his cock again but his hold was tight keeping you from doing so. You were whining now as you wiggled, "Tae!"
Smack.
You jumped as he slapped your ass making sure you don't get more than just his tip, "Come on say it. Say you can do whatever you want and let's see if that's true."
"Ta—" Smack.
You groaned now close to tears as he kept you from cumming until finally, you listened.
"Please daddy," you cupped his face making him look at your rounded eyes, "Please I need you."
Mmm. He was crumbling, his cock twitched at the softness of your touch. So sweet and caring, you really were. His sweet girl.
"You need me?" He grunts, letting you slide down his length slowly. "Thought I couldn't tell you when you can and can't cum?"
"Please, please, please," you whimper, "Please, daddy, I need you." He liked that. He liked that it wasn't you wanting him like you want other things. It was you needing him.
"God, I love you," he confesses breathlessly, bouncing you on his cock letting you take control of the speed and force. He hasn't meant to say it but it slipped out and he would never take back something that was true. Especially not when it had you screaming as he held you down taking his entire length rutting into you back and forth hitting every nerve in your pussy making you see stars. You didn't even give a warning as you came undone impaled on his cock.
His eyes squeezed shut urging every muscle in his body to hold back from cumming in your tight walls feeling you tremble in his bare hug. And just when he thought you were finished, you pried his hands off you scooting out of his grip and falling into the bed. He had no time to process it as you made your way over and swallowed his hard dick in your mouth.
He grunts, low and animalistic in when he cums. A hand in your hair as you swallowed load after load of thick, creamy release in your mouth.
"Holy shit," he gasped out releasing your hair carefully as he swallowed back heaves of air panting. His hair was stuck to his face from sweating and he looked down at you breathing through his mouth. You were sliding your lips off his softening cock as his hand combed your hair back affectionately. You licked at the corners of your mouth where a little bit of cum has dribbled out and stared up at him.
Without thinking he leaned forward for a kiss dropping you back down onto your back. He fell on to your side caressing your face as his eyes locked with yours, "Do you know what this means?"
"What?" You asked looking back at him. Your eyes fluttered shut when he placed soft kisses on your neck.
"This means, I'm your boyfriend," he muttered hugging your stomach, "If you'll have me that is. If you don't think I'm too mean."
"I do think you're too mean," you told him honestly wrapping a hand around the arm thrown over your stomach, "But I like it and I like you. Does this mean we're dating?"
"We have been dating," he tells you snuggling further into you, "But this is me trying to make it official honey."
        By morning you woke up a little earlier than him. You shook him until he was rolling off you with a grunt and it took more effort to wake him.
"Baby," he whined rolling back onto you, "Sleep just a little longer."
"I'm not tired," you said sitting up shaking him, "Come on wake up."
He could hear the attitude in your voice but he refused. You leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Please daddy?"
His eyes shot open looking back to you as you feigned innocence through your eyes. You smiled, "Let's get showered and then have breakfast."
"I don't want to go out for breakfast, I just want to stay in," he sighed finally trying to wake up a little.
"Please?" You asked again, "I want you to teach me how to make pancakes."
"You want to cook?" He looked visibly taken back. This is not how your last conversation on cooking went. You nodded your head laughing a little at how clearly confused he seemed.
You see. You weren't always a brat. You were sweet and gentle after you got what you wanted. And he'll always give it to you even if he makes you work for it. He smirked pointing at his cheek, "Give me a kiss here and I'll be up."
Doing one better, you kissed him softly on the lips making his heart race. Oh god you were hot and cute at the same time. He can already tell his future with you would be exciting, and now he has someone to introduce his grandparents to.
"Okay let's go shower."
::.
this is 100% Tae in the first car scene after the banquet when he told Y/n no
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Plastic off the sofa // kth
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I like it, baby
pairing: dom!kth x fem!reader
genre: smut, drabble, ftl, unedited
word count: 1.7k (Prologue)<—coming soon
warnings: spit, unsafe sẽx, choking, anal play (fingers), oral 4f, downward dog, deep voice shenanigans, pet names, intimate love ig🥹
Note: spare me it’s thursday and I’m reeling !! Hope you enjoy🕴🏾 -dubu♡
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A faint blush resonated on your cheeks in the car, every passing street making the butterflies flutter away in your tummy.
Taehyung gripped the steering wheel firmly, eyes concentrating on the road in front of him. A small smile lingered on his lips upon entering the vehicle. His recent brazen behavior echoing through his mind.
You glanced at him secretly trying not to make a sound, yet like he can read your thoughts he looked over at you unexpectedly.
“Something on your mind, pretty?” He turned back to the road, his attention still focused on your dilatory response.
“Mmhm.” You said shyly, titling your head to cutely punctuate your playful words. He turned down a familiar street his apartment building coming into sight.
“And what would that be, y/n?” He said huskily, glancing over at you with a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
“You.” He pulled into his parking garage and turned off the engine, taking his seatbelt off swiftly to shift in his seat and kiss you. Reaching over the console was uncomfortable but your lips soothed any thought of pain in his body.
He pulled away from the intense kiss letting you catch your breath, “ready?” He questioned breathlessly. You nodded biting your lip unconsciously.
He walked around the car to let you out, locking the door as you walked hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside the apartment, his demeanor changed completely. He walked over to the large sofa leaning against the side of it coolly.
“Come here, baby.” As if your feet were uprooted from the ground you crossed the space between you. His hands instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. He stared down at you entranced by your beauty, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Listen closely, okay?” He began seriously, “I don’t want to hurt you, so you have to tell me when you’re uncomfortable.” He searched your face for any trace of fear or worry, but he was met with a sultry half-smile.
“I want you to use me, Taehyung.” You watched his eyes darken in delight, a huff being pushed through his pink lips from a small chuckle. He ran a hand down the back of your neck, gripping and pulling your head back. Squeezing your lips open and spitting in your mouth without warning. Your cheeks warmed up at his actions, but you swallowed submissively, your pussy getting wetter by the second.
“My pleasure, angel.” His lips found your neck in a frenzy, being met with a small hiss as he soothed over your love marks with his tongue.
“All mine,” he muttered against your neck, sending a vibration down your already sensitive skin. You feel his hands snake their way down your waist, tugging at the zipper on the side of your skirt. He ran a finger down your thigh, running his hand under your skirt to feel your dewy skin.
He placed his hands on the hem of your skirt yanking it down your legs and letting it hit the floor. “Turn around,” he said gingerly running his lips along your lower jawline making your eyes close in bliss. “Need to make you feel good.”
His eyes pour into yours as he runs his hands along your curves, savoring the feel of your body. He halted his movements over your clothed chest. Removing your shirt and massaging your tits until they were aching for more. He carefully spun you around, removing himself from the sofa. Letting you face away from him and bend over the arm.
He sunk to the floor letting his knees make contact with the plush rug that stretched luxuriously throughout his living room. He placed a hand on your backside and spread your legs slightly. Craning forward and placing a kiss on your ass cheek. Without warning you felt his nose nudge against your pussy, your arousal slipping down your leg.
“Please,” you murmur, knees buckling when Taehyung articulately licked a strip down your swollen cunt. He inhaled your scent lustfully, groaning in elation.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby” he ran his middle and ring finger down your slit collecting the juice like a sweet nectar was at his disposal. He placed his fingers on his tongue moaning at the taste, a shiver creeping down your spine.
He rose from his position on the floor, crouching slightly as 2 of his fingers rested over your cunt. He sank his fingers inside you, watching as you arched into his touch.
“Shit —” he cursed, slowly pulling out and setting a steady pace, learning your body and its reactions. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut. What happened to my Angel hmm?”
You whimpered at his words, fucking yourself steadily on his nimble fingers, earning a chuckle from him that almost sounded like a deep rumble escaping his chest. You clenched around his fingers tightly, rutting backwards letting out a pitiful whine.
He massaged your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers press knuckle deep inside you. He moved his thumb to rest over your asshole, not halting his movements.
“Can I?” He asks putting slightly pressure where his thumb is. You nod sheepishly, cheeks warm and flushed as his fingers violate you.
“Good girl” he groans, pressing his thumb into your hole, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling. Desperate moans fall from your lips as he increases his speed.
“Taehyung,” you whimper softly, brain turning to mush. He hummed with faux empathy, leaning down to kiss and lick at your hot exposed skin.
“I’m so close,” you stutter weakly, chest heaving to catch a breath. He finger fucked you relentlessly smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch.
“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” He taunted sexily, groaning when you clenched around his fingers in response, your mess coating your legs and his unforgiving hand. He pulled you closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach unraveling intensely. With a cry of his name your hips bucked as you arched back slightly, shaking. He slipped his fingers from your cunt, rubbing your overstimulated clit as you cum all over his hand.
“So good for me, beautiful.” He stood up quickly, moving you over to the spacious sofa, letting you rest your weight on him as he sat you down. He stood in front of you swiftly removing his shirt and losing his pants in the same motion. You stare at his body in awe, finally getting to take in the man you now call lover.
“Lay on your back for me,” he leaned down planting a kiss on your pouty lips. You nodded against his lips, moaning into the kiss when his hand unexpectedly met your neck, squeezing firmly.
You broke apart and obediently followed his orders, shivering when your bare skin made contact with the chilly fabric. You heard rustling behind you and assumed Taehyung was discarding his boxers. A lustful creature snuck into your body as you felt your pussy leak onto the cushion, muttering soft moans as you writhed desperately.
Taehyung watched you amazement, the tip of his cock aggressively leaking down his shaft. He was uncomfortably hard, veins prominent around his shaft.
He climbed over you, hovering with one arm down to steady himself and the other hand lazily stroking his cock. You huffed in frustration shaking your ass slightly to encourage Taehyung to hurry. He grabbed a nearby pillow and gently placed it under your lower stomach, increasing the angle of your hips.
“Patience, princess” he groaned out huskily, fisting his girthy cock firmly. He lowered himself and ran his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness while relishing in the raunchy squelching noises.
“Need you hyungie, please” you begged mercilessly, craning back for more friction against his length. He sunk into you slowly, moaning at the warmth of your wet cunt. You whined at the pleasurable stretch gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as you took him completely in. He let you adjust to his size before he started kissing down your back, retracting his hips before hurriedly going back inside you.
He ground his hips against your ass, pinning your hands beside your body. He took his time fucking you passionately into the soft cushions. He moaned your name deeply, complimenting your body in endearing ways.
“You take my dick so good,” he cooed sweetly, looking down to watch your bodies connect in a sticky mess. His movements speeding up steadily as he found your sweet spot. You yelled his name in pleasure, tears brimming your eyes as he aggressively fucked into you repeatedly.
“Fuck —“ you barely whimpered out, face flush against the cushions. Your chest heaving, nipples sensitive as they rub on the soft fabric. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, your eyes stinging with tears.
“Your pussy is so pretty when you clench around me,” his hips rhythmically stutter downward, his balls slapping against your exposed skin. The filthy sound of moans and heavy breathing filled the living room.
“Hyungie, can I cum for you please?” You cried out pushing back to meet his hips with every thrust.
“Yeah?” He crooned hotly, “you wanna cum for me, slut?” He pressed more of his weight down on you, leaning down to approve of your dire question.
You felt your stomach tightening upon your release, sparks flying through your body as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. He shuttered at the feeling, sloppily fucking you before he released ribbons of warm cum inside you.
He slipped his cock out of you, turning you over and sliding in the space next to you. You rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you both came down from your everlasting high. He kissed your forehead attentively.
“Was I too rough, angel?” Taehyung asked worriedly, running his hand down your shoulder to your arm until his hand reached yours, grabbing it tightly.
You smiled up at him softly, eyes filled with unadulterated love. You squeeze his hand in response, rubbing small hearts on his chest with your other hand. Bodies entangled on the sofa with silent admiration closing the minimal space.
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fics-lovebot · 5 months
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taehyung recs
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pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️
devotion - smut, vampire!tae, period sex, multiple orgasms, period blood licking, its a LOT GOING ON I- wow
These Things Take Time - yandere! supernatural tae, gaslighting, gore, horror, ex bf jimin, this is written so well , ghost? tae but not really, doppleganger kinda thing, loved it
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vmin-fic-recs · 4 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Coming Untouched, Friends With Benefits, Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Banter, Kissing, Multiple Sex Positions, Getting Together, In Love The Whole Time, weirdly sweet, PWP Series: Part 61 of Works That I Had Orphaned In The Past Summary:
They were pretty much dating already, might as well make it official. What better time to do that then when Taehyung is balls deep in Jimin's ass?!
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Hiii! Can you help me find this fics? It was a taehyung X jungkook x reader. The reader went to hoseok's agency to find a soulmate and after she broke up with him she went there again and she was assigned to Taehyung and Jungkook. At first Kookie doesn't like her but the he slowly start to like her. The reader was a sub and taekook were Doms. They fight because of their exes but then they make up. I don't remember the title:(
Thanks youuu darling. Have a nice day and take care💜 sry for my English😊
🌷 Hi there! This is definitely an interesting description because I never thought of the fic as a soulmate au. Though come to think of it, it’s like a soulmate matching only it’s dom x sub assignments. If you checked the taekook x reader fic list in my navi, you’d actually see this too with a bit of the description about getting re-assigned to new doms. This is by @httpjeon and it’s Blacklisted 
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raggaraddy · 2 years
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The Devil's Pet
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6: Unveiling a Monster
Master Taehyung x reader. Submissive Jimin.
Summary: Taehyung said there would be no repercussions for the way you behaved at the party, but that rule only applied to you, not Jimin.
Trigger warning: Yandere themes, D/s themes, smut, restraint, punishment, forced erotic stimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, caning, abuse.
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It was like sleeping on a marshmallow. You haven't slept that well the entire time you have been here.
At exactly 8:00 am Jimin came in with a tray of breakfast. However, because of the party the night before, you didn't fall asleep until 3:00 am and were woken up by Taehyung at 7-ish, so 8 was far too early to be thinking about food.
Now at around 2:00 pm, it's a much more comfortable time to be woken by the abrupt opening of curtains and the sudden intrusion of daylight.
"Miss, I am sorry. But Master Kim is awake and I do not think it is wise to be sleeping while he is about." He re-hands you the cloche serving tray full of hot food. He must have remade them. Unless this is a magic cloche that keeps food warm for 6 hours. But most likely this servile boy went out of his way to make new food for you after the first batch went untouched.
"No, it's fine. It feels strange to sleep till such a time anyway. Namjoon would definitely have fired me if I showed up to work at 2 in the afternoon." You say. With a subtle smile, Jimin is trying to remain engaged in the conversation but he's kind of socially awkward. He can be forgiven though. Having your entire life focused around attending to a Masters's needs would make anyone confused about normal social behaviour.
"Will that be all, Miss?" He asks barely above a squeak.
"Ah, so-um," You're trying to think of something to make this conversation flow. A week in and you still know nothing about this flower child. "Yeah. Um-so, how old are you?" You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, with a satisfying crunch of toast as you stuff your mouth.
"I am 26 Miss."
"Wow. I could have sworn you were younger. You look heaps younger." You nod fervently trying to draw him in. But all you get is a blank, confused expression and a small nod back. Think. You click your tongue, "Ah, so how long have you worked here?" Another inspired spontaneously constructed question. You are determined to get him to converse. You are used to interacting with lively, vivacious people and seeing as everyone you have contact with at the moment are; one timorous boy and one egotistical narcissist, you'll have to work with what you're given.
"M-Miss, I have chores to attend to." He says looking back to the door longingly. 
"Oh. Oh yeah, no worries. I get it." You rush awkwardly. He bows, his eyes revealing relief. "Just one last question. Do you-do you like working for Taehyung?"
A small genuine smile peaks onto his face. "Yes. Master Kim is caring and kind. I very much appreciate being able to serve him." 
You can accept his declaration as honest, but you just don't understand it.
If Jimin is being truthful, which he very much seems to be, then that means there are multiple sides to Kim Taehyung. So far though, you have only seen the rude, arrogant, manipulative side of him. You wouldn't even think to attach the words caring or kind to such a man and you don't know how Jimin can. Not after the number of injuries you have seen on him in only 8 days.
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"Where did you put my clothes?" Fresh from a shower, you ask after your very meagre belongings. Looking through the walk-in closet doors the space is empty. In place of Jimin's reply, Taehyung interrupts instead.
"I ordered them thrown out." He says steadily. His sudden deep timbre catches you off guard. 
"What? Why?!" You bluster in response, spinning around and are further startled by a shirtless Elite in sweatpants.
"They were abhorrent. You will be provided new clothing once you are more tamed." He sounds almost proud of himself.
His words replay in your head as you have to force yourself to shift your fixation from his chest to his face, feeling your mouth getting dry. It takes a few seconds for you to process what he has said, but as the realization of what he said dawns on you, you become riddled with irritation.
"Are you kidding me?" You scowl, shaking your head. "You must have been wasted last night cause for a moment there you actually seemed human. But you're still just as much of an asshole as I thought you were." 
Jimin holds his hand out for you mid-sentence, offering to accept your towel. Your wild, aggressive movements as you flick it into his arms almost feels like punctuation to your irritated chiding.
Ugh, caring and kind my ass. Jimin must have been brainwashed.
"Come here pet." Taehyung's smirk grows from subtle to prominent, looking like one and the same with all of the conceited jerks from last night. Pointing to the space at his feet he calls you to it like a dog.
Your face skews in detest and you shake your head to replace the word no, feeling it almost slipping free in frustration. "You got rid of all my clothes without even asking me. You can come here!" You scoff, pointing at your feet. Annoyingly it doesn't claw any reaction from him. 
While you understand they were only clothes they were literally the last things in the entire world that you owned and he threw them out without a care or thought. What happens when you are finally able to leave? You'll have nothing.
"Come here." He enunciates. 
Gritting your teeth you have to stop yourself from outright screaming, "Do you even care that you threw away everything I own?"
"Last warning pet, here. Now." He snaps his fingers, signalling again to the space under him. His arrogance making your blood boil.
"No!" You shout back, his derogatory tone obliterating all sense. Ugh. Instantly your forehead scrunches, realizing your mistake.
The sharpness of the collar overcomes you, dropping you onto the cold tiles. Its painful swell feels so much more intense than in previous times. Hot pain spiking and rippling throughout your body in a wave of burning agony. Catching your breath in your chest while you endure it.  
In the aftermath, your face is pressed against the ceramic. The soothing cool helps with the residual pain that is ebbing through you. 
"I have a task for you," Now standing over you, Taehyung offers his hand for you to accept. With deliberate showy intention, you reject it. Stiffly rolling onto your back. Raising onto your elbows. Glaring at him the whole while. 
Intertwining his fingers he squats beside you. Signalling over your shoulder he calls Jimin into the mix. Catching sight of a glint of purpose in his eye makes you nervous.
His servant passes in front of you, standing to the right of his Master. Handing over a thin metalic rod with a gripped handle made from braided leather. A cane. It's a bendable material, a bit thicker than a straw but nearly half a meter long. Looking as light as plastic but as sturdy as steel.
Your jaw stiffens. Your face becomes heated. "If you try to hit me with that, I'll shove it up your ass!" A breathiness to your voice quashes the potency of your threat. Not delivering it as menacingly as you had intended. Lifting up, you lean on your palms, trying to get into a more defensible position. 
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Taehyung holds it out for you to take. Apprehensive and unsure, you still decide to take it though. It's better to have it in your hands than his. 
"Jimin, undress," The Elite instructs without a spared glance. But of course, his servant follows immediately, dropping his shirt to the floor.
Utterly unprepared for what you are piecing together, you watch Jimin with wide eyes. His soft blonde hair is hanging over his face as he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide the shame in his sea-blue eyes.
"You are going to punish Jimin for his disobedience last night." Taehyung takes the bad you assumed and manages to make it worse. Your stomach churns from his horrendous words and reactively you hurl the cane away from you, flinging it to the opposite side of the room.
There is no chance in hell that you are doing that!
You shake your head in a continuous motion, slowly beginning to scoot backwards. "I'm not doing that." You scowl, dismissing the idea flatly. If he thinks you would ever do anything like that to anyone, let alone Jimin, he is out of his mind.
"Don't you first want to know what he did?" He straightens up, following to where the cane landed. You take the chance to scurry to your feet also, improving your defensive stance.
Shaking your head again vehemently you're at a loss of what to say. You want to defend Jimin but are also cautious of saying anything out of fear of worsening this situation. You clearly have a terrible track record and this time it's not just you at risk. 
You're at a loss. You can not imagine a reason for anyone to hurt this sweet young man, but you especially can not comprehend any cause for Taehyung, who Jimin serves so completely and wholeheartedly, to hurt him. You had seen a handful of bumps and bruises colouring him in the past few days, and while that made you feel terrible enough, what Taehyung is suggesting now is just barbaric.
"What did he do?" You ask, trying to give off the impression of calm and reason but mostly to buy time.
He brings the cane back to you and again holds it out for you. Clenching your fists, you ball up your hands behind your back refusing to accept it. Internally screaming no over and over. He only shrugs at your near childish, defiant refusal.
"Jimin, what did you do wrong?" The Master prods response.
A red blush spans across Jimin's cheeks, highlighting the freckles under his eyes. His lips slightly turn down at their corners and in a fleeting glimpse, you can see them waver before he quickly composes himself. "During the past evening's event, Master wanted Miss Y/n to behave as she normally would. I interfered, telling her to be more polite towards his guests."
That's the reason? That's not a reason! He should be happy, grateful even for Jimin stopping you from driving his friends away. Not using it as some flimsy, half baked reason to punish him!
"And why did you do this?" Taehyung probes further, swinging the cane over his shoulder.
"I didn't wish for Miss Y/n to do something that would cause repercussions in the future."
Your heart melts. This can't be real. He is getting punished because of you? Again. This is like your worst nightmare. How do you keep being the cause of this guy's suffering!
Taehyung walks around behind Jimin, running his hand through his slave's mousy blonde mop of hair, tugging on it lightly. Seeing them standing so close, Jimin is much shorter than his Elite. He is maybe 2 inches or so taller than you, but in comparison, it looks as if he is being towered by Taehyung.
"Little pet, when it comes to you our Jimin here seems to have a soft spot. And while I encourage my property to get along, I will not accept this new disobedient behaviour from my servant. Am I understood Jimin?" He redirects the questioning.
"Yes, Master. I am sorry, please forgive me." He begs with a sturdy, passionate sincerity. His timerous voice cracking slightly. 
Brushing back Jimin's hair, Taehyung circles to the front of his repentant slave. Standing tall and lofty. "You are forgiven. Make sure you learn from your punishment." He hushes, the adage intended to be heard by the 2 of them only. "Y/n come here. You are going to administer Jimin's punishment." He restates as if the added information of why Jimin is being punished will somehow have made you compliant.
"No." You say resolutely. 
The collar doubles you over before you even get your breath out. You try and fight to stay standing but fail, crashing onto your side in a miserable heap.
Ugh, that fucking word!
You can hear Taehyung chuckling above you as if he is enjoying your distress. Sadistic fuck!
Inside your mind you are screaming, passionately arguing and unequivocally telling him that 'You can shock me all you want, but there is no fucking way I am hurting him!' But outside of your thoughts you can only pant and heave. Gasping to pull in any oxygen. A pain in your head throbbing so intensely that your eyesight is blurring.
"Fine," he concludes, the torture of the collar finally dimming, "then come here." This time, instead of to his feet he points at the training chain still bolted to the floor.
Shaking your head with a groan, you try and fail to get yourself into any kind of upright position. You've not yet had even 12 hours of freedom from that freaking chain. You're not getting hooked back up to it without a fight. 
"I am not going to ask again Y/n. Here. Now." His growled demand drops his voice a whole octave. The gruffness and displeasure laced in it is unsettling, but it will not change your answer. He can ask as many times as he wants to, but the answer is going to remain no. "What do you expect to achieve from shaking your head," He chuckles. "I can't force you to swing the cane, but this I can make you do. You either come of your own volition or I hurt you and then drag you here. In either case, you obey."
It's absolutely infuriating that he's right. There is too much injustice in the world if this man is able to have all the power and money he could ever need and yet he only uses it to beat helpless serfs, knock over old ladies, and keep you tied to the floor. He doesn't deserve the title or the benefits of being an Elite. He deserves to have his ass kicked!
Walking into your personal space Taehyung strikes an imposing figure. Still, you try to hold your ground, unwilling to let him think he has the upper hand. It's all for naught though, bending over he hooks into the ring of your collar moving faster than you can counter. And by the time you flinch he already yanks you forward. Turning you into an ungraceful series of flailed limbs as he all but drags you along the tiles. 
Throwing his hand down in the centre of the room he tosses you to the floor like you are nothing. His knee resting on your shoulder keeps you pinned down as he fastens the lock, fixing you to the floor once again.  
With a slew of vile insults and foul language ready to spit forth, Taehyung preemptively interjects.
"You are not going to speak until I tell you. If you do, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand pet?" He asks, encircling Jimin, standing at his back with the cane in hand as before.
Jimin is motionless looking downs at his interlaced fingers. His uncovered chest rising and lowering in small quick breaths. A subtle expression of unease in his eyes.
You can't believe he is actually going to do this. This is so sick.
Taehyung draws his arm back swinging the rod over Jimin's bare back. A frightening crack ricochets through the room. The blow is so powerful that Jimin's entire body lurches forward. His right foot stepping out of place to brace himself and return to position. But still, he doesn't make a sound. Even though discomfort is apparent on his face, his eyes are watering and his jaw is clenched, he doesn't make a peep. 
"Stop it!" You roar, the outburst scratching your throat. You race onto your feet, trying to get to Jimin, to help him, knowing he won't help himself. Though momentarily you forget the chain is keeping you pinned until it catches and jerks you back to the ground. Hitting the tiles with a hefty thud. "Stop." You whine with a deflated moan.
Looking up your heart briefly sings with elation as Taehyung actually comes away from Jimin. Walking over to you with the cane once again poised over his shoulder.
"Is there something wrong with your hearing, or is it common sense you lack? I warned you that there would be severe consequences if you spoke." He scolds coarsely. His harsh tone makes your stomach sink and replaces all relief with anxiety. "You've just earned Jimin another 5 lashes." Bending over he flexes the sturdy rod behind his shoulders.
You feel nothing but panic.
He has to be kidding. He has to be saying that just to make his point. Right?
"Okay, fine." You try to backtrack out of harm. Hoping to cool the situation. "I won't talk anymore, okay." You consign breathily, shaking your hands. Being painfully aware in this moment, more than any other, that he holds all the power.
Chuffing, he stands upright, flicking his hair back. "It must be common sense." He smiles coldly. "That's another 5. Care to keep going."
No fucking way!
You open your mouth to protest but bite back your rage. Shaking your head in disbelief. He can't do this! 
Your focus moves to Jimin hoping to get any sign or input from him on how to proceed, however, he is unchanged. His eyes fastened on the floor. 
This is insanity. You can not understand either of their reactions. Not the cruelty. Not the complicity. How are you supposed to sit here and allow this to happen? How can you do anything more and risk hurting Jimin further? 
Observing your silence through your noticeable internal struggle the Elite seems satisfied with your concession. Sauntering backwards with a prominent smile, he returns behind Jimin. Your stomach churns as you watch him start again, knowing whatever the number, you've added 10 more of those vicious hits that Jimin will have to survive. 
Watching for your reaction Taehyung delivers an unrelenting strike. Your heart breaks hearing the snap. It spikes the hairs on the back of your neck. And a shiver runs across your entire body as he falls into a rhythm cracking hit after hit against Jimin's back. The number swiftly soaring into double digits. 
Too quickly, the fragile boy is not able to contain his cries any longer. Tears rolling down his face, his lip firmly bitten between his teeth to quiet himself. It's harrowing to watch. Strike after strike you see his position hunching. Little by little he is bending to the furiosity of the cane, trying desperately to remain upright. His hands by his sides quaking in clenched fists. 
As the numbers reach the 20s your hands are tightly bunched over your ears, frantically wanting to shut out the sharp sounds of his flesh being stricken. You are trying beyond measure to keep your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to beg the merciless Elite to stop. Wielding all of your willpower to keep yourself from doing that. 
Unable to support his own weight any longer, Jimin's legs buckle under him. Now knelt and trying immensely to keep himself from further collapse, a puddle of tears has formed below him. His chest, stomach and face washed with tears. Muted sobs of pain causing his shoulders to shudder.
But Taehyung, who appears indifferent to his anguish, doesn't cease.
Right when you're on the brink of exploding an air of stillness fills the room. Your eyes dart to the two of them praying that this is the end and are alleyed to see Taehyung stepping to the side, throwing the cane onto the bed. A pleased glow about him. 
"You may now speak."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You scream. Leaping again to your feet. With a higher stance, you are able to see over Jimin fully. His back is wrapped in long red welts that cross and overlap. Littered with marks that have already begun to purple and raise and are lined by strips of cut and broken skin, and dark bruises. "You're sick! You're a monster!"
"Careful pet." He warns with far too much amusement. He is still so unused to being yelled at that he nevertheless regards your outbursts as entertaining. 
You hate him so much! "Fuck you!" In opposition to your fury, he laughs. 
Invading your space, he has you stepping back quickly reaching the limit of the chain. He doesn't come at you, however. Instead, he uses the biolock at the base of the restrains to free it and with a forceful tug tears you onto the floor. Sprawled out on your stomach, you push yourself up right away, only to have his weight secure you. 
All your struggling, all your swearing and fighting is for nothing. Too easily he drags your hands behind your back and, using the length of chain still joined to you, restains them. 
"Get off me!" You bark, kicking your legs. Resisting with all your might. 
Wrapping the metal around your forearms a few times he brings the loose end back over your shoulder and clips it to the collar's ring. Your arms are crossed over one another, bound to your back, holding your chest stretched, and pulling the collar into your throat. While also being crushed against the floor you are nearly not able to inhale. Your fight petering as your focus is consumed by trying to stop yourself from choking. 
"Jimin, you can leave," Taehyung calls back over his shoulder. Making you feel both relieved ad abandoned as you hear Jimin hurriedly flee from the room.
Gasping as he hoists you up, you instantly are able breathe easier. At the same moment, your fight is reinvigorated but his sheer strength has him immovable and no matter how you struggle he continues to lead you towards the bed. 
Sitting down first he drags you over his lap. His legs digging into your gut, your face smothered into the blankets. 
"Get off," you shriek feeling one of his hands sliding down your lower back, cupping your butt, his other hand is pressing you into his thighs, making sure that your efforts to break free are futile. "Fuck off!"
"I'll give you one chance to apologise, pet." He says calmly. However, the vale is omitted from his threat. His fingertips digging into the meat of your ass. 
Your anger won't settle. How dare he tell you to apologise after he unjustly beat Jimin. After everything he has done! 
"No! Never!" You growl, fully prepared to feel the sting of the collar.
As it kicks in you wince expecting pain but are instead filled with a pleasurable warmth that spreads through your body, down to the tips of your toes. A flood of tingles rushing to your core, making your hips ache in instantaneous desire. 
No, no! Not this.
"I'm sure you'll regret your decision." He taunts with a haughty chuckle. 
Holding you still, Taehyung's palm comes down swiftly on your ass. You swallow a gasp, biting your teeth together firmly. Your mind spinning in confusion realizing his strike isn't near the intensity that you witnessed him beating Jimin with. While there was a very mild sting it is far more temperate than you had expected. And even more unexpectedly the smack sent sparks swarming down your legs, up your back, and through your centre. Exacerbating the lustful impact of the collar. 
You count the hits internally. Feeling each and every one building a throb within you. Feeling your pussy start to gush. It's unravelling you sooner than you can preserve your composure. With your leg kicking up at the knee, you desperately attempt to hold yourself together and stop yourself from reacting in the way that your body wants to. But on the 7th hit, his large hand slips around the curve of your ass, rubbing the inside of your naked thigh and you intrinsically move to accommodate him. Spreading your legs. Lifting your ass higher. 
He swats you again and this time you don't have the sense to deny a moan that pours out. Your hips fully bucking back into his hand. 
Hit after hit, and like Jimin you reach a succession of 20. But unlike Jimin, you don't want him to stop. In fact, you want more. Your overflowing, juices running down your trembling legs. The steady build-up of the collar's effect seems enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough to give you any relief. You're needy. Salacious. And painfully aware of how empty you are.
You need to be touched. You need something. You wish his fingers would push inside you- they're so close, you can't take it anymore. You need to be filled. 
But you can't. You know what he is trying to do and you can not bring yourself to say it. You're not going to ask him for it. You're not going to apologise either. You've done nothing wrong. Jimin did nothing wrong. 
You don't know what kind of fucked up manipulation this is, but no matter how hard it is Taehyung isn't going to get anything from you. Not this way. Not any way.
With a final hard smack, one that truly hurts, he throws you off him. Pushing you back onto the bed in an unstable heap. The weight of your own body crushing your arms. Leaving you to struggle as he disappears from your sight. 
You can't believe how much of a mess you are right now. Even laying here, not being touched in any way you can feel the heat swarming through you. No matter how your thoughts are fighting against it, how entirely you know that this is only caused by a device stimulating electrical pulses in your brain, you can not control or dim how absolutely ravenous you are. You feel like you're going crazy. 
All you can do is try to keep yourself quiet and wait for him to shut it off. 
Grabbing you by the ankle, he unexpectedly drags you over to the edge of the bed. Shoving and maneuvering you as he likes he rolls you onto your stomach. Reaching around the front of you he separates the chain from the collar, slowly unwrapping you, giving you a moment of alleviation from the pressure on your arms until the pins and needles set in and you begin to swarm with static. 
Unfinished with his fierce demands, he doesn't allow even a moment to stretch. Throwing something long and hard on the bed he tosses you onto your back once again. 
The next part happens all to quickly. You try to sit up but are thrown down. Catching a glimpse of a smirk on Taehyung's face, you see out of the corner of your eye him moving the foreign object around until it is above your head. Using one hand to move your arms up and over the edge of the bed, and the other to hold you down, in 1, 2 swift motions he binds your hands in place. 
Craning your head back, you can see he has locked you into a silver, solid metal bar with immoveable metal cuffs crafted on either end. The bar is on the other side of the bedpost and you're on the mattress, trapping you to the bed's frame. 
This is deranged. Why are you always locked up?!
Even as your anger flares up, your heart pounding in your chest, the waves of pleasure never cease inside you. To a point that the 2 opposing sensations start to clash, overwhelming you. Your eyes watering. You can't even think of what to say. You just need him to turn it off now.
Taking a moment. Pausing to look over you and admire the predicament you're in his hand runs around your neck, lingering just under the band. His gentle caress only furthing the harassment of lust on your body. 
"Little pet," he purrs provocatively. "This," intentionally he punctuates his word by tapping the collar. "This simple little toy, that is making you feel so good at the moment," his fingers trail lower, gliding between your bare breasts. His nails scratching you lightly, ripping a moan from you as electricity shoots from your brain down through your stomach to your dripping, aching pussy. "is going to stay on until I hear that apology from you. However long that might take." 
You're stuck there in shock, starting to pant. Your mouth going dry as you tug and pull on the restraint, bashing it against the wood post searching for any give. 
"And since you've been so very disrespectful, I expect you to think of some way to make it up to me, otherwise I may just reject your apology and see how long I can keep you on the brink of ecstasy until you break."
You want to say sorry. You want to ask him to stop, or more honestly to keep going and to let you cum, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Pride and hubris won't let you. 
And neither apparently will Taehyung. Not sparing you the chance to gather yourself or your thoughts, he turns on heel with a wink. The soft click of the door echoing among the clanking of your binds. 
You've got to be fucking kidding me. 
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seonghwa-potatos · 8 months
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< MASTERLIST >
BTS
yoongi
> making what you want reality - smut
taehyung
> money can’t buy everything. - smut
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TXT
soobin
> the bully’s a sub? - smut
ENHYPEN
sunghoon
> you are mine, I’m your’s. - smut
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vminhoes · 5 months
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So just hold on (like you won't ever let go)
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Taehyung is a drug lord who just wants to spoil his husband, Jimin
Jimin just wants Taehyung to come home to him at the end of the day
(Explicit)
So just hold on (like you won't ever let go)
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giventae · 5 months
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Collar
“I want you to get them all out of here.” Taehyung ordered in his deep, gravely voice, looking down at Jimin who was still pressed against the wall.
“Why?” Jimin asked, anticipation dripping from his words.
“To teach you a lesson on not letting people touch what’s mine.”
Or: Jimin adopts an intimating, unruly, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous hybrid on impulse and gets much more than he bargained for
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7ndipity · 27 days
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Bts as Doms
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Doms
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of bondage, oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation, spanking, choking, free use, edging, orgasm denial, one daddy joke(and this is the only time you will ever see it on this blog) not proofread
A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This list is a bit of a mess, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging all week without anything. As always, If y’all have any additional thoughts, feel free to add them in the notes!
Masterlist
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Jin:
He’s mainly a soft dom, but he also gives Brat Enabler vibes. Like, he kinda loves when you sass him and act up in the same ways that he does when you’re in charge so that he can punish you.
Loves when you’re good for him tho and let him use you however he wants, holding your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length, cooing at you whenever you gag around him.
Teases you constantly, making you tell him exactly what it is you want from him before he’ll do anything, letting his hands just ghost over your body and making it increasingly difficult for you to think.
Big fan of restraints and edging, pinning your hands over your head while he pushes into you, slowing his hips just before you both cum. “You can take it for a little longer, right Sweetie?”
Somehow still manages to make everything feel intimate and romantic. Like, he could be absolutely railing you from behind, but he’s whispering the sweetest things in your ear as he is doing so, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you.
Tends to only be rough or mark you up when he’s feeling particularly needy or possessive, wanting to make sure that people know you’re taken.
Yoongi:
I’ve said it before, but he gives soft pleasure dom vibes. Like, he might get a little rough with you sometimes, but he really doesn’t have it in him to be overly strict or harsh with you.
Has certain petnames that he only uses for you when he’s in these moods. “Kitten, can you come here please?”
Drives him crazy to see you spread out or on your knees for him, so pliant and waiting with that desperate look in your eyes.
Similar to when he’s subbing, he’s not too crazy about degradation, but he really loves to tease you, always mixing in some sweet words so it doesn't sting too much, but still makes you blush and flustered, calling you his needy little baby while you ride his thigh.
Absolutely loves overstimulating you. Man will eat you out for hours till you’re in tears and writhing in his hold, begging for a break.
Super soft aftercare is always a must with him, no matter what kind of scene you just played out. He really enjoys the quiet intimacy of cleaning up and looking after you while you come back down.
Hobi:
Hobi is a hard, but very nurturing dom. Like, he’s super strict and not afraid to be rough with you, but everything he does is accompanied by soft guidance and reassurances in a low voice that makes your mind go a little hazy. “You gonna let me take care of you, Sweetheart?”
Rigger for sure, he loves shibari and thinks you look so pretty tied up in different styles. Would definitely take pictures of you like that if you’re comfortable with it.
Almost every time he doms ends with you face down, ass up, with one of his hands wound into your hair so he can pull you up to hear your moans while he pounds into you.
He’s also a fan of spanking for sure, be it on your ass, your thighs, etc. He has a slight sadism kink that peaks through now and then, but he never takes it very far.
Partially because of that tho, he tends to be extra sweet during aftercare, needing to balance out any harshness or punishments by being as close and soft with you as possible to help ground both of you afterwards.
He gives Sugar Daddy vibes, tbh. He loves spoiling you and buying you pretty things like jewelry or lingerie to wear for him. Also really into non-sexual shows of domination, like resting a hand on your back when you’re out together, it makes him feel like your protector.
Namjoon:
Daddy-Sorry what?
But fr tho, although he gives hard dom vibes, I think he actually leans more to the soft side, bordering on pleasure dom energy. He really gets off on your reactions and being the one to take care of you.
Obviously has a thing for dirty talk, as well as a slight humiliation kink. He loves making you tell him exactly what you want/need from him, because 1. Communication is super important and sexy, and 2. He knows it embarrasses you a bit and helps push you further into subspace.
Very big fan of bondage and sensory deprivation. He loves how sensitive and reactive it makes you, the tiniest touches making you twitch and wine.
Big fan of manhandling you into whatever position he wants, his favorites being mating press or having you ride him until he gets impatient and starts thrusting up into you.
Loves edging and orgasm denial, seeing how close he can get you to the edge every time before you finally fall apart. “Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”
Jimin:
Surprisingly stern dom with slight Brat Tamer energy. Like, don’t let the angel eyes fool you, when he gives you an order, he expects you to follow it or face the consequences,
Biggest fucking tease and the teensiest bit of a sadist, he will edge and overstimulate you within a inch of sanity, cooing sickly sweet little remarks in your ear. “Poor baby, can't even handle a couple rounds? We’ll just have to build up your stamina, won’t we?”
As harsh as he might be with teasing and punishments, he’s equally as generous with rewards when you’re good for him.
Big fan of guided masturbation, having you spread all pretty for him as he tells you exactly how to touch yourself or him.
Definitely likes experimenting with different themes and toys/tools. The type that would have you wear vibrating panties when you go out together so that he can tease you by turning them on randomly and watch you squirm.
Super soft with aftercare tho, handling you with the gentlest touches and sweet words. He always wants to make sure you know just how much he loves and cares for you after every session, holding you til you fall asleep.
Taehyung:
Super soft dom, he absolutely loves getting to baby you, kissing and touching you all over until you're a pile of mush in his arms. “Can I make you feel good, Baby? Please?”
He’s very much an aestheticist, he loves roleplay and setting the scene, as well as buying pretty little outfits for you to wear for him.
Praises you constantly, telling you how good you feel, how well you’re doing for him, how much he loves getting to see you like this, etc.
Definitely into taking photos and filming the two of you. Probably has a whole photo album of pictures, ranging from blurry polaroids to more professional shots he took with his film camera or phone.
Torturous levels of teasing. He will finger you for hours, bringing you to the very edge before stopping, kissing you as you cry in frustration.
Really loves the idea of free use, gifting you a special necklace or bracelet for you to wear as a sign to him that he can do whatever he wants with you. The idea of you always being willing to take him makes his ego(and other things) swell with pride.
Jungkook:
He has his softer moments, but I think when he doms, he tends to lean more towards hard dom. He really loves being in control and going all out on you.
Big fan of breathplay. He loves the way it makes you shake and clench around him, tattooed hand snaking up to hold your neck and squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.
He fucking loves to overstimulate you, making you keep count of how many times you’ve cum before he’s even inside you.
When he’s in a teasing mood tho, he’s so fucking mean, denying and ruining you orgasms, laughing when you get frustrated. “I’m sorry baby, were you gonna cum?”
Loves leaving marks all over on you, be it hickeys/bitemarks, handprints, etc. His favorite tho is probably cumming inside you, watching it leak out before pushing it back in with his fingers(feel like he has an untapped breeding kink, but-)
Also really loves looking after you in non-sexual ways, be it paying for your meal or just helping you get something off a shelf that’s too high for you. It makes him feel needed.
Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz
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borathae · 10 months
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↳ Index [Chapter 26 - Affection]
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader x Jungkook
Warnings: Smut, soft Dom!Taehyung, switch!Reader, sub!Jungkook, Mistress & Sir kink (Koo calls them like that), lovely morning sex, vaginal fingering, oral (OC & Kook receiving), Tae fucks her missionary, they are doing it next to a sleeping Kook & try to stay quiet ehehe, then they wake him with a blowjob, they suck his cock at the same time & Koo loses it, rimjob (Kook receiving), handjob, anal fingering, prostate massage, edging (Koo receiving), nipple licking, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), minor spit kink, squirting, lotsa cum, cum eating (Tae does it because he is greedy like that), he also spanks Kook once, Kook has the biggest praise kink, dirty talk, Taehyung is so greedy for both of them like my man can’t be stopped, this is so hot hahah help
Wordcount: 11k
a/n: does this have any importance to the plot development? no. do i fucking care? no. am i obsessed with this? yes. enjoy.
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Fingers dance down your face like a feather laced with warmth. Along your forehead, down your temple, across your cheek. Your forehead again, down the slope of your nose and along the paths of your lips. Your cheek. A warm palm cradles it gently, then your pillow dents and you feel a kiss on your forehead. Another kiss. As soft as possible, placed right on your closed eyelid. Then one atop the tip of your nose. 
You finally open your eyes, burning to look at him. Your darling, who woke you in the sweetest ways.
Taehyung doesn’t know that you are gazing at him, having his own eyes closed as he rubs his nose against yours slowly. 
“Mhm”, you hum. 
Taehyung stops and opens his eyes. He smiles with them, leaning in to kiss your lips. And afterwards he rests his forehead against yours, pecking your lips every now and then. 
No words are spoken between you and him. The tranquillity of the morning is the only thing present. That and Jungkook’s soft snores behind Taehyung. It doesn’t feel out of place, somehow hearing Jungkook sleep so deeply soothes you. 
You close your eyes and place your hand atop Taehyung’s soft cheek. You drift off back to sleep minutes later. As does Taehyung, who finds comfort in being so close to you.
The next time you open your eyes, Taehyung managed to roll to his back and slumber with his mouth agape. He matches with Jungkook, who is still snoring happily.  
That means you can slumber too. You draw closer to Taehyung, resting your hand on his chest. It sinks and rises, sinks and rises, sinks and rises. It is a slow rhythm, one that is unfaltering and therefore soothes you. There are patterns which sometimes stress you out. They are the kind of patterns which are almost rhythmical and yet somehow one repetition is always either too soon or too late. Taehyung’s rising and sinking, rising and sinking, rising and sinking chest isn’t such a pattern. It is soothing and makes you feel relaxed. 
You press a kiss to his arm, staying close afterwards. He smells so good. Like lavender and ylang-ylang. This is exactly how Taehyung smells. It is such a nice scent. One that relaxes you and makes you feel safe. 
You drift back to sleep in this position very soon, only waking again when you feel lips on your face once more.
You enjoy it with your eyes closed and  butterflies dancing in your stomach. Taehyung trails his kisses all over your face. He is so gentle in his kisses, lips so soft and touches so slow. He wants to truly bask in the sensations, you know that he does. You bask in it just as much. It has been too long since you last shared such sweetness with him. Too long. Oh, far too long.
He kisses your lips, making a little sound of enjoyment as he pulls back. It leaves you wanting more. Taehyung’s kisses taste so very sweet. 
The next kiss is placed on your jawline, travelling up more and more until suddenly he is kissing your neck. 
Shivers run down along your spine, your skin prickles. The butterflies in your stomach flutter unbearably. It feels so nice. You want to giggle because of how giddy it makes you feel.
He is still slow and gentle, but it is obvious by the sounds of his shaky breaths that he is affected in different ways. You can’t say that you aren’t as well. You missed his intimacy so much. 
Taehyung sucks on your favourite spot and you swear that for a good second you wanted to moan his name. 
It also doesn’t help that he rests his big hand on your side to run it along the curves of you. So attentive and tender, leaving behind goosebumps and a tingling skin.
Taehyung kisses your neck again, right where he feels your pulse skip a beat. He lets his teeth graze your skin, making sure that it tickles. 
Oh how you want to squirm and sigh. But you stay unmoving, acting asleep because you wanted to know what else he would do when he thinks you aren’t awake. 
Taehyung stops on your hip, giving it an eager squeeze. Then he moves it again, running it down along your thigh. 
Your breathing speeds up, you fight the urge to open your legs. 
Taehyung sighs and takes your earlobe between his teeth, only making it harder to stay still. 
He kisses along your ear, breathing shakily as he does and letting his fingers run along your inner thigh. Only his fingertips and as best as the position allows him to, he memorises how soft you are in the morning. 
The touch inches closer and closer to your core, pretending becomes so difficult. 
Taehyung’s lips stop on your ear, his fingers stop on your thigh. 
You hold your breath because of it, anticipating his next move with a racing heart. 
“I know that you’re awake, sweetest”, he whispers, making your entire body go up in flames of embarrassment.
You tilt your head up, staring at him with big eyes. 
A lazy chuckle rumbles in his throat, his arm closes around you in a way that would allow him to push your head into a kiss. 
You whimper, kissing him back so eagerly that Taehyung chuckles again. He pulls back to kiss your nose instead.
“Good morning”, he whispers.
“Morning”, your voice barely wants to work. 
“You’re so beautiful”, he says, finally moving his hand again. Along your inner thigh, now even better because you opened your legs for him, “and soft.”
He touches the hem of your shorts legs, allowing his fingers to slip underneath them.
The shaky sigh you let out makes him tilt his head so he could look at you. 
He carries so much adoration in his eyes, eliciting flutters in your tummy and warmth in your chest. 
“I had so much fun last night”, he tells you, “I loved watching you dance.”
His fingers inch closer to your middle as he speaks. 
You keen, chasing him with a roll of your hips. You really want to be touched. You feel so safe and warm and cozy and just want to be touched. 
Taehyung smiles softly and pulls his hand away. 
“Back”, you plead in a barely there whisper, twisting his shirt at the front.
“Roll to your back”, he orders, propping himself up on his elbow. 
You do so instantly, “back please.”
But Taehyung doesn’t listen, instead he guides his hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around two of his digits. 
The sight makes your stomach clench in excitement, legs rubbing together in search for friction. Oh his eye contact makes you weak. He looks so ready to devour you.
Taehyung slips his fingers free, making sure to flick his tongue along the tips of them whilst keeping eye contact. 
You gulp, wanting nothing more than to be under him and his skilled tongue. 
Taehyung licks his lips, curling his fingers against nothing and riling you up in the process. 
“May I?” he asks, wiggling them slowly. 
You nod your head vigorously, parting your legs. 
“Thank you”, he says and finally, oh finally, lets his hand disappear inside your shorts. 
His slick fingers run through your folds, parting them for his touch. You moan, gripping his upper arm because of how good it feels. He hasn’t even truly started yet, but it already feels so good. Fingers attentive and eyes hypnotising. It feels oh so good. 
“You’re so warm, darling”, he whispers, “and soft. Your pussy’s so soft.”
He rolls his fingertips over your clit with barely there pressure, forcing your eyelids to flutter in reaction. You need more. Oh how you hope he does it again. 
“Does that feel nice?” he asks, “mhm? Does my darling like that?”
“Yeah”, you mewl, nodding your head. 
“I love it too. Touching you is so wonderful”, he says and smiles, running his fingers down your core again. He abandons your clit for it, but his touch is so nice that you barely even mind. He traces your folds, eyes racing over your features obsessively.
He inches closer, kissing your forehead. He stays like this afterwards, lips against your forehead and arm cradling you. A sense of utter safety cocoons you and wraps you up. You close your eyes, reaching for his face to hold him.
“Don’t stop, please”, you plead, hoping that he understands that you mean so much more than just his touch. Being so close, sharing your space, granting you affection. You hope he never stops. 
“Promise, darling, promise”, he whispers, “can I finger you?”
“Yes, please.”
“You are so lovely”, he praises, “so damn lovely.”
Taehyung moans with you as he buries his finger inside of you. His middle finger, now hugged by your warmth and stretching you out just enough to make you feel charged in pleasure.
“So warm”, he murmurs more to himself than to you, basking in the sensation with a tingling stomach. He missed being with you so much. He wasted so much time being angry at you for things undeserving of anger. Regret almost eats him up alive, but he tries not to feel it right now. You smell so happy and content and he doesn’t want to soil even the slightest bit of it by being guilty. 
He wants to worship you instead, touch you like you deserve to be touched and love you with all his heart.
He begins curling his finger, rolling his thumb over your clit in the same rhythm.
“Hah”, the gasp leaves you squeakily, your fingers fall from his face just to twist his shirt. Then you tremble, “a-ah.”
“You’re so cute”, he breathes, kissing your forehead, “I love you so much.”
“Tae…” you answer him, lost in the sensations. He just knows where to touch you. Every touch leaves you tingling. 
“I adore you, my darling”, he whispers, “all I want to do is keep you safe.” 
“More please Tae.”
Taehyung gives it to you by slipping his ring finger into you as well. He cradles you closer as this makes you shudder and whimper. 
“You’re doing so well”, he praises, “come, kiss me, sweetest. Kiss me.”
You kiss him so happily. This is all you need right now. His slow yet loving kisses and his attentive touch. He lulls you into a complete state of warmth and comfort. And pleasure. Oh Taehyung feels so good. 
His thumb draws your favourite pattern on your clit while his fingers are massaging your sensitive spot inside, slowly but surely turning the warmth into heat. 
You have to break the kiss because air became sparse. Your eyes are glassy yet focused on Taehyung. His face is so beautiful in the morning. When his cheeks are still a little puffy and his black hair is so cutely ruffled in the back. And those eyes. Oh, his pretty eyes. Always filled with such beauty and love. 
“You are so pretty”, he says, “I love the face you make.”
“Face?” you sigh, rolling your hips into the mattress to chase his unfaltering, addicting touch. 
“The face you make when you love what I’m doing to you. You are so beautiful”, he says and smiles, using the strength of his wrist to fuck you oh so deep.
“Oh”, you let out, back arching off the mattress, “deep.”
“So deep”, he repeats the movement, basking in your clenching walls and gasping breaths.
“Don’t stop”, you sigh, eyes rolling back just to fall closed. 
“Never”, he promises, averting his eyes back to where he is basking in your warmth. He can’t see anything. Not only is his hand hidden in your shorts, it is also covered by the blanket. Taehyung curses both of them for stealing him of the sweetest view, but doesn’t do anything against them in fear of messing up the rhythm and losing your pleasure. 
He shifts his eyes back to your face, using his imagination to conjure pictures instead. They rile him up so incredibly much that he ends up burying his face in your neck just so he can kiss your skin desperately.
“Tae”, you whisper squeakily, rolling your head to the side, “good.” 
“So good”, he agrees, “you’re soaking my fingers, darling. It’s driving me insane that I can’t see it.”
“Don’t stop please.”
“I won’t. Not until you orgasm.”
“Not long. So good.”
Taehyung growls playfully, dancing his teeth over your jawline. He curls his digits, making you gasp desperately.
“That’s it, focus on my touch. I’ll get you there”, he rasps against the shell of your ear, dancing his thumb up and down your clit in a fast and skilled rhythm. And while he does, his fingers reach the deepest parts of you, letting you see new shades of colours behind your closed lids. 
“Tae please”, you keen, hips squirming desperately.
“It’s alright, just focus on me. I’m here”, he promises you, “you’re so pretty when you climax, whenever you are ready I’m ready.”
“Shit, I’m so sensitive”, you croak, arching your back when Taehyung hits the right spot, “that’s t-the spot. Fuck.”
“There?” Taehyung touches it again, forcing you to drop your back just so you can squirm instead.
“Okay, oh god, okay- ah Tae darling”, you choke out, feeling electric. 
“Now?” he asks.
“Ye”, you get out and then his touch becomes so unbearably good that you can do nothing else but climax. It feels so warm and intense, flooding your entire body with endorphins.
“Yes darling, yes. Climax for me, that is so wonderful”, Taehyung talks you through your high, hugging you safely and rolling his hips against the side of your leg. 
“Oh god”, you come down with one last shudder, peeling your eyes open just so you can gawk, “what the heck?”
He smiles, “did that feel nice?”
You nod your head vigorously, “you just made me see stars.”
His smile grows. He slips his fingers free, playing with your pubes mindlessly.
“I’m happy that I did. That’s all I wanted to achieve”, he says, eyes softening.
You reach up, tracing his cheek before cupping it.
Taehyung lets out a hum of contentment and lowers his head to kiss your cheek. 
You turn, accidentally brushing your nose against his lips because of the close proximity. Your eyes race between his’, your heart skips a beat. 
When was the last time you were actually that close to him? 
“What’s wrong?” he asks, tracing your spine. 
“Nothing, it’s just been so long.”
“So long?”
You gaze at his lips, “us being so close.”
Taehyung looks at your lips. He exhales in a shaky sigh, erasing parts of the distance with a tilt of his head. 
The trembling breath slipping past your lips doesn’t go unheard by him. Neither does the skip of your heartbeat. 
“May I kiss you?” he whispers. 
“Please just do it, don’t ask.”
Taehyung acts hastily, kissing you so deeply that you have to gasp and you almost fall back. 
You still end up falling on your back because Taehyung wanted it so, cradling you in his arms while he kisses you with all his heart.
Taehyung rolls on top of you, sighing sweetly when you let your hands disappear underneath his shirt. Not for long and then he is breaking the kiss.
“I need to feel your skin”, he says.
“Me too”, you answer him.
He sits up and so do you, undressing together. You throw the shirt to your side, eliciting a foreign sound.
Both you and Taehyung look. The shirt landed right under Jungkook’s chin, resulting in him making a little sound in his sleep.
“Oh god, Kookie”, you gasp, looking at Taehyung with big eyes, “I forgot about him.”
“Me too”, Taehyung confesses and seconds later you are both breaking into quiet giggles, holding each other’s hands whilst being so close with your faces.
“Hush”, he says, “we have to be quiet.”
“What if he wakes up?” you whisper.
“We’ll be quiet, I promise he won’t wake.”
You giggle, “gosh Tae, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Taehyung pins you down, fingers intertwined with yours and hips between your legs.
“It is so exciting”, he says, grinding into you as if he was already fucking you.
“I can feel that, you’re so hard.”
“I crave you madly”, he confesses.
“Me too. Undress. Now.”
You make sure not to throw your clothes at Jungkook this time around. Sneaking one last glance at him and giggling like crazy because of the aspect of doing all of that next to him. 
You stumble into each other in giggles and sloppy kisses. Taehyung falls on top of you, breaking the kiss solely to whisper.
“Careful, that’s so loud. The springs.”
“I can’t help it, They’re squeaking no matter what I do”, you defend yourself.
“Oh sweetest, I love you”, Taehyung giggles.
“I love you too”, you answer him, gasping when he comes closer, cock rubbing through your folds and teasing your entrance, “Tae.”
Your eyes meet. His pupils are blown-out in arousal, his gaze is piercing yet loving.
“I have you”, he whispers, “can you feel it? I have you.”
“I feel it”, you whisper. 
“Are you ready?”
“Please do it.”
Taehyung moves his hips. He slips inside, caressing your cheeks because you gasp at the breach. 
“Sweetest”, he sighs, fluttering his lashes. 
“Sweetest”, you answer him, chasing him with a roll of your hips. 
“No, no. Slow darling, slow. Let’s feel every inch. Slow, darling.”
You still your movements, giving him a soft moan and a desperate squeeze of your hands.
“Tae, just want to be filled.”
“You will be, just…slow, sweetest. Feel how I fill you up”, he whispers, slipping in yet another inch. 
You whimper softly. Taehyung is right. You can feel how he fills you up. It’s warm and leaves you tingling. 
“Feel how I come back to you, my sweetest”, he sighs, filling you up with yet another inch.
“Tae, more please.”
“Hush, it’s okay. I’m here”, he soothes you, giving you yet another small part of him, “I’m here darling, you’ve got me.”
You have never felt that charged before. Keeping your hips still has never been that hard before. You want to have him, all of him. 
“Please.”
“Almost there”, he promises and leans down to kiss your lips. He silences your whine of complaint that way, sending shivers down your spine. The kiss feels so good. 
He rolls his hips, bottoming out. 
“A-ah”, he moans, breaking the kiss, “___ darling.”
“Taehyung”, you whimper, squirming beneath him. Now you have him and yet you are still aching oh so much. You want him to move.
It seems that Taehyung wants the same thing as his hips begin dancing just seconds later. It is a slow melody they are dancing to. Slow and soft and oh so gentle. 
“You have me”, he sighs and rests his forehead against yours, “now you have me. All of me.”
“Tae”, you whimper, “Tae.”
“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, I know I’m big. I’m trying not to grow…” he sighs against your skin as he fades into you in a soft roll of his hips, “...ah…but when it feels really good, it happens against my will.”
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels so good”, you say and whimper again. 
Taehyung squeezes your hands. 
“My darling…oh my darling. My sweetest darling.”
Your eyes flutter closed because they wanted to tear up and you didn’t want this to happen right now. Not when he makes you feel so good. Not when it feels like heaven to have him rock into you. Not when having his length inside of you, no matter how big it may be, feels like a familiar paradise which you can finally rediscover again after losing it for too long.
“I want this to last for hours”, he sighs against your ear.
“Me too, Tae. Don’t ever stop.”
“Oh darling, I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
“You have me. Don’t forget that. I’m yours, ___.”
His words are saccharine, urging you to entangle your legs with his. 
“Yes sweetest, draw me in closer. I want to be so close to you.”
Your fingers slip out of his grasp solely so they can get lost in his hair as you sling your arms around his strong back tightly.
Like this, you can feel his muscles tense and shift with each movement. The feeling is so familiar now that you finally experience it again. It aches to realise that you have almost forgotten its sensation. Has it truly been that long?
“Closer please”, you beg, twisting his soft hair.
Taehyung slips his arm under your back to cradle you against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and moans your name as if it was the only word he perfected in saying. 
“Closer”, you plead, feeling as he grows inside of you just to fulfil your request. The new girth and length sends fiery bolts of electricity through your veins, making you gasp and scratch down his back. 
“Darling”, Taehyung moans, twisting the upper edge of the pillow. His hips stutter, only finding their rhythm again because you showed it to him with your legs and rolls of your own hips. 
“Keep going”, you beg, marking him with new scratches, which heal within a second but leave his skin so sensitive. His back has always been so sensitive, but when you touch it, Taehyung swears he could turn into puddy. All he wants to do is melt into you and never leave again.
“Darling, please let me do it alone”, Taehyung begs, trying and failing to pin down your dancing hips with deeper thrusts. 
“But, feels so good”, you keen, meeting his rhythm in needy rolls.  
He shudders, back tensing like crazy. He twists more of the pillow, fangs tickling your neck as he moans. 
“I’m going to climax”, he confesses, “please lie still, I’m so sensitive.”
You don’t listen, pulling him closer and moving your hips as you clench down on him.
Taehyung groans, hugging you so tightly.
“No, oh why did you do that? Ah”, he chokes out and seconds later, you feel his cock throb inside of you as his warm cum covers your walls. 
“That’s so hot, cum for me darling”, you moan, grinding yourself on him until he finally stops shaking.
Taehyung collapses on your chest, making a sound of complete defeat. He is still throbbing inside you, feeling so incredibly warm 
“I’m sorry”, he murmurs, voice shaky as he recovers. 
“It’s okay", you say and giggle.
“This never happens. I don’t know why this happened.”
“It’s really fine.”
Taehyung lifts his head. His eyes are glassy from the intensity of his high, his cheeks are heated and covered in a sheer layer of his sweat. It makes strands of his hair stick to his skin.
“I feel embarrassed”, he confesses and giggles. 
“No, don’t. I’m just happy you enjoyed yourself. I had my one orgasm already.”
He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 
“I can’t accept that.”
“Mhm?”
Taehyung slips out as a result of shimmying down your body. He kisses down your torso until he reaches your messy core. 
“Wait Tae, are you- oh god, you-”
He cleans you up hungrily, lapping up his seed while his body is hidden under the blanket. He giggles and moans as he does, voice vibrating against your sensitive core. His fingers are digging into your flesh, feeling so intense on your sensitive skin.
“Ah”, you let out, parting your legs as far as possible. You reach under the blanket, grabbing a big bundle of his soft hair. This is the sweetest outcome. Oh, you are in heaven.
“You taste so good”, he tells you, “so sweet and heavenly”, he adds, burying himself back between your legs with a thankful moan. His tongue is so deep inside of you, cleaning your soiled walls skillfully. His nose is grinding against your core, his fingers are massaging your hips.
“Tae oh god”, you keen, throwing your hand over your mouth just to muffle the sounds. And you need it, as seconds later Taehyung slips his tongue free just to replace it with three of his fingers. He uses his wrist skilfully, curling his long fingers just right while his tongue is lapping at your clit quickly, making the wettest sounds and sending heat through your entire body. 
His fingers feel just as good as his cock does. His tongue is so warm and wet. The combination is deadly.
You squirm, closing your legs around his head and rolling your hips into his mouth. Taehyung stops you, pins you down with a strong hand and forces your legs open with the same hand. 
“Relax darling, relax”, he rasps, sucking your clit before releasing her and swirling his tongue over her in fast patterns. He repeats the movements. One eager suck and quick licks of his tongue. Truly, all that is holding you back from wailing his name is the presence of Jungkook.
Slumbering oh so peaceful, he has no idea how much Taehyung makes you tremble. 
You roll your hips again, getting them pinned down in synch with Taehyung burying his fingers especially deeply. He keeps them so deep, using his wrist to fuck them into you in harsh thrusts. As if he wanted to punish you in the most intense way for squirming again. 
You can’t say that he is successful. His touch feels so good that you are squirming even more because of it. You reach down with your other hand, holding your breath because that is the only thing keeping you quiet. 
Taehyung growls against your pussy when he feels your fingers bury themselves deep in his messy hair. You taste so sweet. Even sweeter than when he started. He knows exactly what that means. 
Taehyung runs his hand up your torso until he can cup your breast. He plays with your nipple, listening to the way you exhale so shakily.
“Oh”, you get out and then blank out completely as he makes you crumble.
You twist his hair as it happens, twisting it even more when Taehyung doesn’t seem to want to break away from you once you are squirming in overstimulation. 
“Please”, you beg, convulsing on his fingers, “please Tae, please.” 
Taehyung curls them harshly, hitting your swollen g-spot repeatedly. Your hips are fleeing, but he can’t allow that. He needs you to climax again. He knows you love the burn of it, even if you act like you don’t.
“Please I, I can’t stay quiet like this”, you beg, squeezing his head with your shaking thighs.
Taehyung shakes his head, sucking on your clit harshly whilst fucking his fingers into you as deeply as possible. He has you too charged, too enchanted and sensitive. And because it is Taehyung and he knows how to use his touch to make you crumble, you do exactly that. You give him a third climax, painting his chin in wetness and feeding him his beloved taste. It is short yet goes so deep you wonder if your bones are on fire too. Overstimulation is truly such a fucking drug, you think as you arch your back as far as possibly, ruining yet another mattress because of one of your men.
Taehyung stops exactly at the right time, kissing his way up your body until he can feed you the taste of you in a kiss. 
You are so dizzy, barely managing to kiss him back. You feel breathless once he breaks it, fighting for air and seeing him blurry.
“You taste so sweet", he says, “I love it when you squirt.”
“You’re crazy”, you get out, eyes falling closed, “dead”, you murmur, head rolling to the side.
Taehyung giggles, nuzzling into your neck.
“You’re adorable. I love you so much.”
“Love you too, god dead.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You know, I may only be a dull Normal, but your taste still manages to turn me into an animal”, he coos against the shell of your ear, rubbing himself against you like a cuddly cat.
“Hot”, you croak, huffing out air, “I’m so dizzy. My pussy’s throbbing.”
Taehyung chuckles, “that sounds lovely. Are you enjoying the afterglow?” 
“Yeah, it’s so good. You’re amazing”, you say, finally managing to open your eyes just so you can send him a goofy grin.
Taehyung retorts it, tracing your cheekbone.
“Do you think Kook heard me?” you ask him.
You both sneak a glance at him. He is still sleeping soundly but is sporting a proud hard-on. 
“No way, he’s hard”, you gasp.
“I bet he’s having the wettest dream”, Taehyung says.
“I’m sure he does.”
“Shall we help him make it reality?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s share his cock”, Taehyung says, “come, let’s suck his cock until he wakes.”
“Sometimes you make me want to fight you in a sexual way.”
Taehyung snorts in amusement, “is that a yes?”
“Do you think that he’s okay with it?”
“Yes, I am very certain”, Taehyung says with sweet memories in his mind of a morning only he and Jungkook know of and probably will ever know of.
“Shit Tae, that’s so hot. Let’s do it.”
You giggle and laugh as you climb over to Jungkook. You pull the blanket off and Taehyung rips his boxer shorts off, discarding them on the floor. 
Jungkook’s big cock springs free instantly, making him squirm in his sleep. He mewls quietly, thighs rubbing together.
“I bet that he feels so relieved right now”, Taehyung says, touching Jungkook’s thick thighs to rub them vigorously. 
Jungkook parts them at the touch, humming contently. 
“God, this feels so forbidden”, you say, but touch Jungkook’s hips solely because they looked so empty. 
“I’m sure that he won’t last long once he wakes”, Taehyung says and without hesitation, wraps his lips around Jungkook’s length.
“Oh damn”, you let out, listening to Jungkook whimper. His thighs rub together again. At least they try to before Taehyung stops them and they rub against his body instead. 
Jungkook whimpers again, eyes racing behind his lids. He rolls his head from side to side, fingers twitching on the pillow.
“He’s so loud”, you say, watching Taehyung again. You gulp. He has Jungkook’s entire cock in his mouth, throat bulging just slightly because of it. 
Taehyung hums in acknowledgment, slipping off just so he can drop back down, swallowing Jungkook’s big cock with ease.
“A-ah”, Jungkook moans in his sleep, hands balling to tiny fists. 
Shit, it must feel so good for him, you think as you watch Taehyung fuck his own face without struggle. Having experienced Taehyung’s eager mouth just minutes beforehand, you know just how good Jungkook must feel right now.
“I didn’t even know that you could suck cock like that”, you murmur, making Taehyung chuckle.
He slips off, keeping his lips pressed to Jungkook’s frenulum.
“Eight hundred years is a long time”, he says with playful eyes, “come, taste him darling, he is so sweet.”
“Really? But I can’t do what you did.”
“Doesn’t matter, you give wonderful oral”, he smiles, “Jungkook will love it, promise.”
“Gosh, okay okay”, you say, laying yourself down on your tummy in a way that you can reach Jungkook’s cock.
Taehyung changes positions as well, mirroring yours for the sole purpose that he can look at you that way.
You exchange a giddy look, giggling happily.
“I can’t believe that I’m doing this”, you say, tilting Jungkook’s cock to take him into your mouth. You moan, missing the pitched whimper Jungkook lets out as you are too busy getting lost in how good that feels. Taehyung was right, his cock tastes so sweet, laying on your tongue with such heaviness.
You slip off, “so sweet”, you murmur, licking up and down his shaft, “so goddamn sweet.”
“Right? He is so sweet”, Taehyung agrees and seconds later, you can feel his presence above you. You flick your eyes up. Taehyung is licking Jungkook’s heated cockhead while you are busy with his thick base. The aspect of quite literally sharing his cock like that, makes you feel so needy one could think that you never even orgasmed before.
“So hot”, you murmur, moving down to Jungkook’s heavy balls. They are so swollen and big, feeling like fire on your tongue. God, he must be burning up. 
“Ah”, Jungkook moans above you, rolling his hips up. 
Taehyung giggles, “he’s still sleeping, keep going darling we have to work harder to wake him”, he tells you and takes Jungkook’s cock back between his lips. 
You appreciate Taehyung’s update. You are way too deep between Jungkook’s legs to actually see what was going on, sucking and licking his balls with closed eyes. The knowledge that Jungkook was still sleeping, however, motivates you to do even better. You need to wake him from whatever sweet dream is keeping him hostage. You and Taehyung are his dream now and he should experience it entirely.
Taehyung sinks down until your cheeks touch. He purrs deeply, using his tongue as best as possible. And while he enjoys Jungkook’s heavy cock, you are swirling your tongue around his balls, filling up your greedy mouth with them.
It happens then that Taehyung and you time one of your harsh sucks, forcing a harsh tremble through Jungkook’s body.
“Oh god!” he squeaks out and flinches, “god, what the hell?” his voice sounds more present, his body is squirming like crazy.
You lift your head, locking eyes with a terribly sleepy looking Jungkook.
“What, what are you doing?” he stutters, barely keeping his eyes open. Not only from sleepiness but also from pleasure.
Taehyung slips off with a bop, “good morning, handsome. Did you dream well?”
“I, I don’t know. Are you s-sucking my dick?”
“Yes”, Taehyung says and returns to Jungkook’s length. He lets his cock glide down his tongue until his tight throat hugs his girth completely.
“W-wait I, I oh g-god wait”, Jungkook stutters, twisting the sheets in desperation.
Taehyung begins moving his head up and down, moaning solely to make it feel even more intense for Jungkook.
“Fuck”, Jungkook lets out, dropping his head in the pillow. He arches his back and bucks his hips up. Then he moans. He moans so goddamn deliciously that one has to wonder if he woke up the entire house with it.
His moans grow in volume when he can feel your tongue on his body as well, tracing the ridges of his abs and pecs until you reach his perky, little nipples. You suck and bite them, feeling his groan tickle your lips.
“I’m dreaming”, he murmurs, “this is still a dream.”
“No you’re not, cutie. This is all real”, you whisper, licking your way up to his neck, “all of this is real.”
Jungkook rolls his head to the side, letting out a breathy sigh. He is barely even awake and now he is getting pampered by the best sensations ever. Neck kisses and a deep blowjob, all at the same time. Jungkook still thinks that this is the most realistic dream ever, because how could a man like him live in such a sweet reality. He hopes that dream never ends. 
“You taste so sweet”, you whisper against his neck, “we can’t get enough of you”, you add, kissing your way back to his cock. 
You brush hands with Taehyung as you reach him, forcing his eyes to open. He slips off of Jungkook.
“May I?” you ask him.
“Yes”, Taehyung says, helping you take him inside by caressing the back of your head. 
“___ baby”, Jungkook lets out, “holy fuck that dream’s amazing. Your mouth’s so warm.”
“It’s not a dream, Kookie”, Taehyung says, burying himself between Jungkook’s legs to lick his heavy and so neglected balls. 
Jungkook moans, lifting his head to gawk at you and Taehyung. You are bopping your head up and down his big cock while Taehyung is sucking his balls. You don’t go as deep as Taehyung did, but Jungkook doesn’t mind because you are so much warmer than Taehyung. You are also using your hands to jerk off the rest of him and that feels incredible. 
Jungkook whimpers, furrowing his brows in desperation. It looks so real, feels even realer. 
“Holy shit”, Jungkook realises, throwing his arm over his eyes as his head drops, “please don’t stop”, he whimpers and then retorts to making the cutest, most high-pitched sounds ever. He finally realised that this was not a dream. That he actually woke up from dreaming about getting ridden by you. And that you are actually sucking his cock together with Taehyung. 
You bask in the aggressive throbbing his cock begins to do, sinking down even further until he triggers your gag reflex. You slip off, Taehyung does too.
“You sound so sexy”, he tells you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He tastes like Jungkook, making you want to pull him even closer.
But Taehyung breaks the kiss, guiding your lips back to Jungkook’s cock. You keep looking at him, swirling your tongue over Jungkook’s smooth cockhead. 
“So sexy”, Taehyung says and leans in to kiss you right in this position.
With Jungkook’s cock between your mouths. Right here and there. Just like this you are tongue kissing Taehyung, tongues swirling over Jungkook’s wet tip and hands intertwined around his girthy shaft. 
“Oh my god”, Jungkook mewls, hands coming to rest on both your and Taehyung’s head. His hips begin bucking up, his thighs are trembling, “oh my god, oh god, oh god, oh god.”
You can’t say that you don’t feel the same excitement Jungkook feels. You never kissed like this before. Quite frankly, you never even figured that something like this was possible. But Taehyung proved you wrong, hand still so safely on the back of your head and eyes closed, he kisses you so good that you feel dizzy all while sucking and licking Jungkook skilfully. 
And Jungkook is trembling, feeling unable to decide on whether to keep his mouth open or not, on whether to keep squirming or tense up, on whether to look at the ceiling or squeeze his eyes shut. Maybe he does all of that. Messily and without a clear pattern behind them, because quite frankly, Jungkook can’t think straight. 
You figure that it must feel like paradise to him. Because you and Taehyung really want to be as close as possible for the kiss, you do a lot of sucking and hard licking, forcing Jungkook’s cock to feel all of that on both sides of his sensitive tip. It must feel like paradise. 
“I’m really close”, Jungkook keens just as you figured he would. It would have been a wonder if he held out any longer. Especially because he rarely gets such treatments.
“No”, Taehyung breaks the kiss, sitting up, “you have to hold on a little longer.”
“What? Why?” Jungkook pants, arching his back in desperation, “please back…”
But Taehyung shakes his head, giving your neck a little squeeze to stop you from sucking Jungkook’s tip.
“Darling, sit up and grab a pillow.”
You follow, watching with curiosity as Taehyung lifts Jungkook and flips him onto his stomach.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook gasps, still too weak from sleep and edging to fight back.
“Put it there”, Taehyung ignores him and tells you and you place the pillow under Jungkook’s hips, “perfect”, he says, placing Jungkook back down. 
Like this, he is resting in such a position that his hips are raised, exposing his perky butt to your eyes. Taehyung fixes the position of his hips, making sure that his hard cock and plump balls are pulled between his legs so that they were exposed to you.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks. 
“Your favourite”, Taehyung answers him and with a strong grip, he parts his butt just to bury his tongue between it. 
Jungkook’s hips shoot up. He groans loudly, burying his face into the pillow deeply. You watch as he twists his fingers in the pillow and how his back heaves up and down quickly.
Rubbing your legs together, you look back at Taehyung. His eyes are closed, his lower face is completely hidden from your view, his neck tenses each time he grinds his head up in a smooth movement. Jungkook moans each time that happens, squeezing the pillow. You are sure that this means that Taehyung is grinding his tongue against his rim.
“That’s so hot”, you say, making Taehyung open his eyes.
“Yes, Kookie has the sweetest taste”, Taehyung agrees, flicking his tongue over Jungkook’s rim.
Jungkook sounds so cute as he whimpers, toes curling as he does and back tensing in desperation. 
“That’s so hot, I can’t believe you’re doing this”, you say, rubbing your legs together.
Taehyung lifts his head, “do you want to try too?” 
“Yes”, you say, exchanging spots with Taehyung. 
You part Jungkook for your eyes, feeling wetness collect between your legs. He looks so smooth and soft, glistening from Taehyung’s spit. 
“You have such a pretty hole, Kookie”, you praise him, diving down with a stretched out tongue. 
Jungkook hits the headboard and sobs, “so warm”, he gets out, before having to roll his hips back into your mouth. 
You accept it happily, basking in getting smothered by him and trying to bury your tongue in his hole while you were at it. Truly, why do they all always smell so good and taste even better? You must remember to ask them if this was part of being a vampire or not. Because you can’t get enough of them. Not Taehyung, not Yoongi and not Jungkook. You bury yourself deeper, tilting his hips in a way that would finally allow your tongue to breach him a little.
“Oh, ah Mistress”, Jungkook whimpers without thinking. 
“Mistress?” Taehyung repeats, “did you just call her Mistress?”
Jungkook stays silent, hiding away in the pillow. He mewls, wiggling in embarrassment.
“You are so sexy, oh Kookie”, Taehyung exclaims, nuzzling into Jungkook’s spine just so he can trace it with his tongue.
Jungkook squirms, grinding his soft hole over your tongue as he does. 
“Please don’t stop”, he begs, scratching down the headboard.
“Never”, you promise him, “you taste so good.”
You wanted to bury your face back in his butt, but get stopped by Taehyung nudging you with his nose.
“Don’t be greedy, let me taste too”, he says.
You sit up and part Jungkook as far as possible, revealing his pretty hole. It flutters in reaction to getting so exposed to the cool air. 
“Then taste him”, you order Taehyung, holding Jungkook open for him.
Taehyung dives in happily, moaning into Jungkook even louder than Jungkook does in reaction of getting his exposed hole licked. The position you force him in stretches it open just far enough that the part of his skin which is normally hidden right behind the opening is exposed to the outside and holy fuck, that part is so sensitive that each lick to it makes his entire body flinch. Very soon and Jungkook begins bucking his hips up, forcing Taehyung to lift his head. 
“Stop squirming”, he says in a chuckle.
“Fuck me, please”, Jungkook answers him, hole clenching desperately. 
You and Taehyung exchange a look. Taehyung’s cock would be hard enough that he could easily fulfil Jungkook’s wish. It could be possible. The aspect makes your stomach tingle.
Taehyung scoffs and shakes his head, “you’re so greedy”, he says and puckers his lips to let drool drip onto Jungkook’s hole. 
Jungkook makes a happy noise, reaching behind himself on instinct just to keep himself parted. 
You watch with a dripping pussy as Taehyung runs his fingers up and down Jungkook’s hole. And how Jungkook seems to be panting in anticipation because of it.
“Please fuck me please", he begs, arching his back so his butt would stick out more.
“Mhm Kookie, you are so lovely when you beg”, Taehyung coos and looks at you, “darling, take over for a moment I need to get the lube.”
“Oh god, thank you”, Jungkook keens, “thank you so much, Sir.”
You do so gladly, exchanging Taehyung’s fingers with your tongue. You can’t help yourself. Jungkook tastes so good.
Jungkook mewls loudly, arching his butt into you. His fingers dig deeper into his own flesh, forcing himself apart as far as possible. He squeaks for air with squeezed shut eyes, wondering if this is it. If this is the moment he will lose himself. He feels so charged. Your warmth is driving him insane.
“Mistress, I’m close”, he confesses and whimpers.
You purr, lifting your head just enough that you can lick a thick stripe down to his cock and balls. And as you taste him, you press your thumb against his hole, massaging it slowly.
“No”, Jungkook mewls, “no please don’t do that, please.”
“Don’t like it?” you ask him and flick your tongue over his leaking tip.
“It’s too much”, Jungkook squeaks and sobs cutely, spilling his slick all over the sheets in small droplets. 
“Poor baby”, you coo, dancing the flat of your tongue up his shaft to give his leaking tip a break. You suck and lick his balls instead, forcing Jungkook to bend his knees involuntarily. His heel hits your back, knocking a surprised squeak out of you. 
You lift your head, having to chuckle.
“Careful, baby.”
“Sorry, please sorry”, Jungkook stutters, squirming desperately.
“You’re so cute”, you gush, lowering yourself back to his hole. Sadly for you, you never reach him as before that can happen, Taehyung stops you with his hand caressing the side of your cheek.
You turn your head, eyes landing on his cock. It is deep red and unnaturally hard, showing off a slick covered tip. The view makes you rub your legs together. You shift your gaze further up his body. He is panting. His cute nipples are hard. 
Your gazes finally meet. His eyes are ruby, his pupils are blown out.
“This was the most arousing thing I have ever watched”, Taehyung rasps, “I’m so jealous of Jungkook, my darling. I can’t believe that you had all this talent inside you.”
You sit up, giving him a smirk.
“Yeah? Liked it?”
Taehyung nods his head vigorously.
“Look at my cock. It is so hard”, he says, making you giggle fondly.
“I can see that. It’s so sexy”, you say, reaching out to caress his wet tip.
Taehyung purrs deeply, tilting his head back for one deep gasp for air.
“Oh that…darling, you drive me insane”, he lulls, rolling his head to the front to flash you a dirty smirk.
You retort it, fondling his heavy balls. They barely fit between your fingers from all that desperation you make him feel. 
Taehyung shimmies closer, chasing you with parted lips.
“Darling, you make me weak”, he whispers breathily.
“Mhhm I do? That’s so sexy, Tae darling”, you coo, abandoning his balls to jerk off his cock instead.
“Darling”, Taehyung gasps.
“You’re so hard”, you moan, squeezing your thighs together.
Jungkook glances behind himself to check for himself. He whimpers loudly enough to call your attention. You and Taehyung look at him and the pleading pout he gives you. 
“Is Sir gonna fuck my ass now?” he asks cutely. 
“Sir?” you gasp, feeling your stomach churn in arousal, “that’s so hot”, you whisper. 
Taehyung gives Jungkook a sweet smile. 
“No sweetheart, Sir is not going to fuck you. That would be unfair to Mistress wouldn’t it?” 
Jungkook looks at you with sparkly eyes.
“Yes Sir, it would be unfair”, he murmurs and whimpers. He squirms, twisting the pillow, “please do whatever you want to me.”
Your stomach tingles because of his words. He is so hot.
“Whatever we want?” Taehyung’s lips curl into a dirty smirk, “so we can do whatever we want, yes? And why is that Kookie?”
Jungkook whimpers, rolling his ankles. 
“Go on, use your big boy words.”
“Because I’m Sir’s and Mistress’ good boy”, Jungkook whispers and moans.
“You are. And what does that mean, Kookie?”
“Sir and Mistress own my body and, and they can use it however they want to”, Jungkook says and arches his back, whimpering cutely.
Quite frankly, this is the hottest thing you ever experienced. 
“There we go. It wasn’t that hard to admit, was it?” Taehyung praises, caressing Jungkook’s buttocks.
“No Sir, it wasn’t hard”, Jungkook says.
“Of course not”, Taehyung says and spanks Jungkook’s buttocks as a reward. It was rough and strong, the sound of it makes you flinch just as much as the impact does Jungkook.
Jungkook buries his face back in the pillow, muffling his loud moan that way. It hurt so much. Made his cock throb and his body feel on fire. Jungkook loved it like nothing else. 
Taehyung caresses Jungkook’s burning skin, soothing the burn that way.
“Keep yourself open, Kookie.”
Jungkook reaches behind himself and spreads himself. His pretty hole reveals itself to you again, sending slick to your pussy. Fuck. It would look so pretty all stuffed and stretched.
“You are so pretty, Kookie”, you praise, making him moan into the pillow again.
“Right? Our Kookie is the prettiest”, Taehyung says and lifts the opened lube bottle above his hole. With a gentle squeeze, the lube is dripping onto Jungkook’s hole, making the cute vampire whimper each time it happens.
Taehyung closes the bottle and places it aside for now. Then he connects his palms with Jungkook’s thighs, rubbing them slowly.
“Do you know what that means, Kookie?” he asks.
Jungkook nods his head, chasing the touch with an arch of his back.
“Are you excited Kookie?”
Jungkook mewls loudly, nodding his head vigorously.
“I’m excited as well. You’ve got such a pretty hole to explore”, Taehyung says and places his right hand above Jungkook’s hole. He connects himself with him with just his fingertips, making Jungkook mewl once more. The sweet boy truly has been reduced to nothing more than cute sounds and desperate squirms. It is wonderful to witness.
You watch with a throbbing pussy as Taehyung buries his middle finger in Jungkook’s hole. 
“Holy shit, Sir”, Jungkook moans, clenching his hole.
Taehyung bottoms out within a second, “you’re so loosened up, Kookie. I’m already in completely and it hasn’t even been seconds.” 
“Love stretching myself”, Jungkook murmurs, parting himself more.
“I know you do”, Taehyung says, “such a pretty hole, it’d be a shame not to always keep it so loose and stretched.”
“What the hell, Tae?” you murmur because quite frankly you have never witnessed him in such a situation before.
So this is Taehyung having sex with a man, who he truly cares for and who cares for him in return. And quite frankly, listening to Taehyung talk about stretched out holes as he fingers Jungkook’s ass so carefully, makes you want to switch places with Jungkook. He turns you on so much.
“Do you like the view, darling?” Taehyung asks, slipping his finger out.
Jungkook’s hole closes up. 
“Nono, try to keep it open. Come on, show Mistress how pretty your little hole is”, Taehyung orders and buries his finger back in Jungkook’s ass just to stretch him open, “ready?”
“I-I’ll try”, Jungkook stutters, lifting his hips.
Taehyung slips out and with a soft mewl, Jungkook manages to keep his hole relaxed and loosened up. 
“There we go. Look at you”, Taehyung encourages him.
“So pretty, Kookie. You’re such a good boy”, you praise him.
Jungkook gets so excited by the praise that he clenches his hole. His hips squirm and his throat produces a little sound of shock.
“I’m sorry, I-I messed up”, he stutters.
“No you didn’t. You did so well. Good job, handsome”, Taehyung praises, “your hole was so pretty and open, good job.”
“Thank you, Sir”, Jungkook whispers, bucking his hips back impatiently. 
You stop them and use the opportunity of his opened state to spit right on his hole. Jungkook gasps, digging his fingers into his buttocks. You mix your spit and the lube with your middle finger and push, slipping inside without struggle. 
“Mistress”, Jungkook whimpers, hips dropping as his thighs tremble.
Taehyung moans, watching it happen with a throbbing cock. You look so determined to ruin Jungkook. Taehyung feels both proud of you, but also highly jealous of Jungkook. 
“Do you remember when I fisted you, Kookie?” you ask him, fucking your finger in and out of him slowly. 
“Yeah”, Jungkook mewls, nodding his head vigorously.
“Your hole’s become looser since then. You’re doing such a good job.”
“I can’t”, Jungkook sobs, “don’t praise me, please”, he begs and bites the pillow with his completely exposed fangs. 
“Why not?” you ask, earning yourself nothing but a whimper from him.
“I’m sure it is because our good boy Kookie gets so sensitive from praise”, Taehyung says, making Jungkook mewl oh so desperately, “see? He loves to be praised, such a good boy.” 
Jungkook sobs and fucks back into you, hitting the headboard before scratching down on it. 
“Keep your hand on your ass”, Taehyung orders, “now.”
And Jungkook obeys, parting himself for you again and bruising his own skin in the process.
“Good boy, now keep them just like this”, Taehyung orders, before spitting on Jungkook’s stuffed hole. 
The new spit eases the slip immensely, allowing you to bury yourself even deeper in his warmth. Taehyung traces your knuckle, then Jungkook’s soft rim.
“May I join you?” he asks.
“Of course”, you say, basking in the newfound tightness as Taehyung slips inside. 
Jungkook squeaks and then curses with the pillow between his fangs, kicking the mattress.
Taehyung bottoms out, poking your finger with his own.
“This is so hot”, you croak, staring at your fingers both buried in Jungkook’s hole. 
“It is”, Taehyung agrees, “do you know where the prostate is?” 
“Yeah, around there right?” you ask him, trying to wiggle your finger against it.
Jungkook huffs out air, basking in the ruthless poking you are doing. He swears he could cry right here and now. This feels so good.
“Not quite, feel it. Right there”, Taehyung says, making Jungkook moan loudly with just one curl of his finger. 
“Holy shit, how did you do that?”
“Magic”, Taehyung smiles, “your turn, where I did it.” 
Jungkook lets out a long and happy moan as you swirl your fingers around his hole in search of his prostate. You may not have found it yet but quite frankly, Jungkook hopes to stay your little show and tell experiment for hours. If Taehyung decides to turn him into a living education doll then so be it. Jungkook just hopes that it will never end. He feels so good with both your hands playing with him and the difference of your warmths just matching so perfectly. 
“Almost there darling, I bet he feels so good right now”, Taehyung encourages you.
Jungkook nods his head vigorously and moans. His voice cuts off as you find it. His prostate, now rubbing your fingertip against it. 
“Found it”, you say, “fuck, it feels so good. So swollen.”
“Right?” Taehyung presses his finger against yours and therefore helps you with rubbing Jungkook’s prostate, “and I bet it is so sensitive. Am I right Kookie?”
“Mhm”, Jungkook squeaks out, kicking the mattress aggressively. He tastes feathers in his mouth. He knows that this is because he ripped through the pillow. But he doesn’t feel feral. Not even one bit. He just feels completely and utterly ruined by getting his prostate stimulated by two people at the same time. 
“Of course. Of course it’s sensitive”, Taehyung says, “Kookie’s our little sensitive good boy, isn’t he?”
“Such a good boy”, you agree, “and so sensitive”, you say, massaging his prostate especially hard and quickly. 
Jungkook trembles before he completely looses himself and begins convulsing. You couldn’t even stop it. Neither could Taehyung. Jungkook cums. Right here and there with two different fingers pressed against his throbbing prostate and his cock squirting all over the pillow and sheets. And he cums marvellously, only stopping to convulse after what felt like minutes and only once his cock can’t physically squirt anymore. It lays hard yet ruined on the pillow now, covered in white cum. 
Jungkook makes a sound that is a mixture of a sob and a grunt, dropping his hands from his ass to twist his own hair instead. 
“Holy shit”, he presses out. 
“Agreed. That came out of nowhere”, you say, slipping your finger free. 
“You made such a mess”, Taehyung says, doing the same. He pokes his finger into Jungkook’s cum and dances it up to his cock. 
“Please”, Jungkook whimpers, twitching and flinching as Taehyung jerks him off lazily.
“Your cock’s all dirty”, Taehyung teases, dropping Jungkook’s heavy cock into his own cum.
“Ah, please”, Jungkook begs, twisting his own hair. 
You kiss his arm, forcing him to drop his hand just so he can look at you.
“You’re a really good boy, Kookie”, you praise him, “I could play with you for hours.”
“Mistress please”, Jungkook whimpers.
“Please what?”
“T-tell Sir to stop, please.”
You look at Taehyung who is buried face first between Jungkook’s legs in a way that enables him to lick the cum from his cock. 
“Tae, give him a break”, you say, crawling down to Taehyung.
“His cum is so good”, Taehyung growls, “I can’t stop.”
“Give him a break, darling”, you say, brushing your fingers through his hair.
Taehyung lifts his head, revealing his cum covered chin and dripping fangs. 
“Sit in his cum”, he orders you.
“Huh? What?”
“Sit. In his cum”, he repeats impatiently.
“Uuh…I don’t understand what you mean by that.” 
Taehyung huffs out air. He picks you up without warning and sits you down right into the big puddle Jungkook left on the mattress 
“Ah Tae, there’s cum everywhere”, you squeak out, squirming in his hold because Taehyung has the audacity to grind you up and down the mattress.
“I know”, Taehyung says and picks you back up just to throw you on the mattress right next to Jungkook. He picks up your legs and bends your body in a way that would lift your hips, folding you in half and revealing your pussy in the process. 
He connects his mouth with you, slurping up Jungkook’s cum which is sticking oh so stubbornly to your pussy. 
You wail up, throwing your hand over your face as your entire body shakes. You expected everything but not to be folded in half and feasted upon like you were the sweetest treat.
Jungkook watches you with widened eyes.
“Oh my god, what’s happening?” he says, reaching out just to hold your hand.
You squeeze it tightly, moaning with all you got because of Taehyung sucking on your clit before flicking his tongue through your folds. 
“Is this good for you, ___?” Jungkook asks you to which you nod your head vigorously and squeeze his hand, “oh god that’s so hot, this is better than any dream ever.”
“Taehyung please seriously”, you really want to answer Jungkook, but can’t. Not when Taehyung is grinding his tongue against your clit with the help of his entire head, “holy fuck, please”, you sob, spilling tears.
“Slow down Sir, please”, Jungkook begs, watching in panic as the tears roll down your cheeks.
“I know what I’m doing”, Taehyung says, having just slight craziness in his gaze, “I could make her climax with just a touch.”
And because he is crazy enough right now, Taehyung presses his finger against your clit and massages her with such aggressive precision that he makes true of his word, forcing you to cum with a scream of his name and your body convulsing vigorously. He is still massaging you, making the entire high feel like the sweetest yet most painful torture ever. Never ending and way too strong. You almost break Jungkook’s hand because of it.
“See that?” Taehyung growls, holding your squirming body, “I have everything under control.”
“Oh god, she’s screaming so much”, Jungkook croaks, going dizzy at your scent now that you are cumming like that.
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she? Always so vocal when I make her pretty pussy squirt.”
You feel that you do because it hits your face in this position, covering Jungkook as well. 
Jungkook shoots up and growls, searching for your taste with glowing eyes. He sniffles hungrily, fangs dripping saliva.
Taehyung notices instantly and stops him by laying you down gently to instead press Jungkook into the mattress, sitting down on his chest. 
One slap to his cheek brings normality back to Jungkook’s eyes.
“Eyes on me”, Taehyung orders.
Jungkook obeys, staring up at him.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
Jungkook obeys again.
“You’re going to swallow my seed now. That will fulfil you, trust me”, Taehyung says, jerking himself off quickly. 
“Shit, that’s so hot”, Jungkook says, opening his mouth again right afterwards. He grips Taehyung’s hips and waits with hungry growls vibrating in his chest.
Taehyung lets his head roll to the side, eyes studying you. 
“How are you feeling, darling?”
“Deceased”, you croak, shivering like crazy.
Taehyung places his big hand on your cheek and caresses you,
“You were incredible”, he praises you, “I’ll just have to feed our hungry Ripper and then I’ll be with you.”
“Yes, okay”, you say, watching with droopy eyes as Taehyung returns to making himself cum. 
He licks two of his fingers and lets them disappear between his ass, most definitely burying them in himself. His face scrunches up, his cock drips precum onto Jungkook’s tongue.
“That’s so good”, he whispers and furrows his brows, “fuck.”
The hand around his cock speeds up as the finger in his ass most definitely finds his prostate. Taehyung throws his head back and moans with an agape mouth, arching his back as he does. If you weren’t so completely ruined, the visual would have been enough to turn you completely feral again. Taehyung is so hot when he is lost in pleasure.
He curls his finger one last time, twisting his hand around his glistening cockhead.
“Tongue…out”, he croaks.
Jungkook obeys with a mewl, fangs growing in anticipation. 
“Now”, Taehyung moans, fucking his hips into his balled hand in synch with his fingers slamming into himself. 
Spurts of his white cum land all over Jungkook’s face, covering his entire tongue and lips as well. Jungkook welcomes it with guttural moans, swallowing greedily with pitch black eyes. 
Taehyung stops cumming after five aggressive thrusts, slipping his finger free just to use the hand to support himself on the wall.
“Fuck”, he presses out and exhales loudly. He chuckles, dropping his head on the edge of the headboard, “I’m spent.”
“You taste so good, Sir”, Jungkook mewls.
Taehyung smiles and scoots down Jungkook’s body. He cups his cheeks, pulling him up into a seated kiss. Like this Taehyung can wrap his arms around Jungkook and their torsos are touching. Jungkook hums, running his hands up and down Taehyung’s sides. 
Taehyung breaks the kiss by pulling at Jungkook’s hair, forcing his head to tilt back.
“I bloody missed you”, he says, eyes racing between Jungkook’s.
“I missed you too”, Jungkook whispers, lowering his gaze. 
Taehyung giggles and rests his forehead against Jungkook’s temple. He closes his eyes. 
“I will be better from now on”, he whispers.
Jungkook smiles, nodding his head.
“I’m counting on it”, he whispers.
Taehyung smiles and smooches Jungkook one last time before he stumbles off of him to instead pick you up. He squeezes you against his body, supporting your bottom whilst using the other hand to caress the nape of your neck. 
“I missed you too, darling”, he says into the crook of your neck.
“I missed you too, darling”, you answer him, squeaking out a giggle when Taehyung has the audacity to pin you against the mattress just to attack you with neck kisses and face smooches. 
“I won’t ever let you leave again”, he says, “you are both so important to me.”
“You’re so sweet”, you say, melting like chocolate in the sun. 
“Gosh, I’m so happy”, Taehyung says and rolls himself between you and Jungkook. He stretches his arms out, caressing both your tummies that way, “I want mornings like today always.”
“Me too”, you say “just peace and good sex. Those mornings are so amazing.”
“I agree”, Taehyung says, rolling his head to Jungkook, “your face is a mess.”
“What?” Jungkook touches himself, widening his eyes “oh my god, there’s cum in my eyebrow. Why did you do that?”
“Oh forgive me that I was very much distracted by fucking my own ass and climaxing like a madman. I’ll try to aim next time”, Taehyung says in a laugh.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, wiping his brow groggily.
“For what’s it worth, I think you look hot with cum on your face”, you say.
“Me too”, Taehyung reaches out, caressing Jungkook’s cheek with love drunk eyes, “you are so handsome.”
Jungkook blushes, “guys stop”, he whines, hiding away in Taehyung’s shoulder, “you are so mean, stop praising me.”
“You are so cute, Kookie”, you giggle, reaching over Taehyung not only to hug him but also touch Jungkook lovingly, “I’m also really impressed by your progress. You managed the situation so well.”
“Yes, indeed. You were remarkable.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I almost lost control.”
“But you didn’t”, you say, “and that’s what counts”, you sneak a glance at Taehyung, “you were so awesome too. You knew exactly what to do to help him.”
“Of course, I just want you to be safe. Both of you”, Taehyung says, pulling you and Jungkook closer, “yes, both of you”, he repeats in a murmur, “so tired.”
“Me too”, Jungkook says, “so sleepy.”
You close your eyes as well, nuzzling into Taehyung. You love this morning so much. It feels like a little bit of normalcy in this stressful life of yours.
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bangtaninborderland · 9 months
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JJK- Late Night Calls.
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you get a call from Jungkook at 7am, struck with worry you pick up only to find your adorably tired boyfriend.
Genre: smut, fluff, Jungkook x reader.
Warning: NONE!
A/N: came up with this in 10 minuets thought it was cute enjoy :)
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The familiar tune of your phone ringing broke you from your sleep, your vision was blurry but you could still clearly read the caller ID
Incoming Factime Video call: JK ♥️
It must have been 7am in Korea, Jungkook was never awake this early. You quickly answered, a million scenarios running through your mind as to explain why he was calling at such a time and none of them were good.
“Hello?”
He must have seen the panic in your face as he croaked out. “Baby what’s wrong?”
“I thought something happened you’re never awake this early?” You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders as he chuckled.
“I’m fine baby just couldn’t sleep, missed you.” You loved how he sounded when he was sleepy.
You laughed at the way he was laying across his bed, small rolled up pillow underneath him. “You have got to get different pillows.”
“No no I like my pillow.” He laughs, showing you how comfortable it is. “How’s London jagiya?”
You suddenly regretted being in a different country for work, the idea of morning sex seemingly more attractive than anything else. “It’s fine here, I can’t wait to be back home though. The food isn’t as good.”
“The food is the only thing?” He pouted, pulling the blanket further over his face. “What about me and bammie?”
You turned to the side, resting your leg atop the blanket. “Of course I miss you and bam too kook.”
“The bed is cold without you, empty. I think you should quit work and just be a stay at home wife.” He laughed again, although you could tell there was a sliver of hope to his absurd suggestion.
“Never gonna happen, you may be rich but I’m only half way there.” You both laughed, money was never something either of you took seriously you had always shared everything for as long as you could remember. You’d buy him dinner and he would buy dessert. He would buy you designer but he would also be more than happy if you brought him a pack of ramen. “Besides we aren’t even married.”
“Don’t remind me.” He shakes his head, before shifting to rest it upon his arms. “How many days until your back?”
“We should have the contracts finished up in a day or two and then we will have a celebratory dinner and I’ll be on the first flight back.” You explained as you watched him, his tattoos standing out against the white fabric of his sheets, his hair messy. You let your eyes wander, your imagination running wild thinking about how he would look completely naked. “are you wearing pants?”
“Come back and find out jagiya, I’m sure you’re already picturing the ways I’d fuck you.”
The sudden vulgarity of his words left you in a state of shock. “I- when I get home we are definitely doing whatever I’m thinking right now.”
“And what is that doll?” He laughed, fingers drawing circles on the sheet. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”
“Just thinking about how good your hand would look wrapped around my neck.” You pushed yourself further into the pillow, slightly shy.
“Too bad you’re too far away baby. We should sleep.” He closed his eyes, teasing you.
You groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the sheets. “Kook.”
“Hmm?” He mumbled, lazily.
“You turned me on.” You giggled, closing your eyes.
“I’m hard too beautiful, I’ll go to sleep thinking about good good your mouth will feel around my cock.
“Why couldn’t you call me at 8pm and get all dirty with me? Why does it have to be when I’m too tired to do anything?” You whined, wanting to cry from how much you missed his touch.
“It’s okay princess when you’re home I’ll take care of you. we should still sleep you have a meeting tomorrow morning don’t you?” You opened one eye, just enough to see him staring at you smiling.
“At six am, it’s 11pm right now. I have to wake up at 4am so I can finish the presentation.” You explained, your words slurring as you started to drift off. “Are you working tomorrow?”
“I have a few appointments nothing important, call me anytime tomorrow I’ll be there but for now get some sleep baby, I won’t hang up.”
“Promise?” You whispered, the folds of sleep covering you in a sheet of darkness.
“Always jagiya.”
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jiminiecrickets · 6 days
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MILK & TWO SUGARS. KTH / M!READER
summary. despite being your subordinate, taehyung relishes in his power over you.
wc. 4.9k
tags. boss/assistant au, dom top!reader, bottom!tae, tae films himself to tease you, oral (r. receiving), office/desk sex, unprotected sex, officemates-with-benefits (sort of)
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the train carriage rocks and rumbles, steel and electricity burning beneath your feet. you hover beside the moving join between carriages, counting down the number of stops until it reaches yours. aside from the not-so-inconspicuous journalist snapping pictures of you across the carriage, it has been a fairly smooth ride.
he's wearing a cap, staring down at the flip-out screen of his dslr, pointed just right in your direction. he's far enough away that the photos probably don't seem that creepy – not i-pretended-to-bump-into-you-for-this-picture creepy, at least – and he's not holding the camera low enough to angle your crotch as the focal point, which is more than you can say for some other journalists. sure, you may have had a wild youth, but you were square now – just a guy in a suit on his phone with a messenger bag strapped across your chest. the most interesting thing about you was the fact that a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers stuck out one end of your bag.
for all the other commuters knew, you were heading home to kiss your wife and your two-and-a-half kids. you would like to keep it that way, isolating yourself with earbuds playing a rotation of your favourite songs.
on your phone, your insanely efficient and ridiculously beautiful personal assistant has just stopped using capital letters and proper punctuation.
seriously where are you? your coffee's going cold :(
you huff. you told him to wait a while longer before grabbing it since you needed to stop by the florist, but he had always been strict about your schedule. if it wasn't on the document, it didn't exist.
a couple more stops to go, you reply, glancing out the windows to ensure you're not getting his hopes up. nine minutes.
can't you get here any faster?
no, taehyung. it's always going to be nine minutes.
despite his profile picture only being his initials – KT, matching at least four other people in your phone – he manages to inject a whole lot of personality into his next message.
then don't walk, desk jockey. what can i do to make you gallop? the bubble of three dots pops up. perhaps i can tempt you over with a carrot?
please stop it with the horse metaphors.
but you're the only one i wanna ride <3
you nearly choke on your saliva, hastily pressing your phone screen to your chest for privacy. you steel your nerves when your phone vibrates again, chasing away the heat crawling rapidly up your neck. you take a deep breath and glance down.
a video. you tap the play button and the window expands to take up your screen.
the first thing you notice is that taehyung's not wearing any pants. he's wearing everything but pants, and you even see a flash of his playful smirk as he tightens his tie when he glances down. he smooths it down, down his stomach, and leans back in a chair.
your chair.
holy shit. he's in your office.
he tucks one foot up onto the edge of your desk, polished pointed shoe pivoting as he makes himself comfortable. he rests on the point of his elbow, cradling his jaw with long slim fingers.
he wraps his slender fingers around his cock, revealing it from beneath the bottom of his crisp white dress shirt. only the bottom sliver of his face is visible, soft and shapely pink lips playing at innocence, tucked teasingly between his front teeth.
your music doesn't provide a buffer anymore. on instinct, you darken your screen and slam the mute button, thumb working at the phone's volume button in excess.
but, because you have terrible vices, you slowly edge the volume back up until his soft, breathy moans rattle in your skull like a marble inside a can of spray paint.
"hey, boss," he whispers, fingers rolling over his reddened tip, cock dark pink and shining in his grip. he plays at formality, straightening his jacket lapel with his free hand. his hand drops down to cup his bare thigh, golden and soft, and slides gently over his skin, back and forth – caressing himself the same way you do. he exhales softly, back arching. the chair's leather shifts audibly. "come grab your coffee, already. aren't you thirsty? i sure am."
dropping his leg, he pushes his shirt up around his chest, and lifts his phone above him with a sound between a hum and a moan. taehyung twists in your black leather chair, its tall slim shape highlighting the way he angles his hips to accentuate his waist and hips and the way his soft thighs fill up the seat of the chair.
you close your eyes for a steadying breath, shifting on the spot as the train pulls up to your station. thank goodness you had the epiphany to wear a dark suit today. it'd be a particularly awkward gossip piece for that journalist – yes, still there – if you'd worn something lighter.
"i'll be waiting, big boy," he coos directly into your ears, the breathiness in his voice and the flush to his cheeks letting you know just how long he's been in your chair.
he's going to be the death of you.
you weave your way through the station, hurrying down the stairs with your phone in a death grip, screen off. it pings when the pedestrian crossing lights turn green and your mouth goes dry at the sight of another video, described only by date and file type. you struggle to swallow.
on his knees, lovely round ass presented to the camera, taehyung pumps three fingers in and out of his slick hole, the shine of lube dripping down his thigh. his moans are quick and muffled by the palm over his mouth, his cheeks glowing pink with desire, and his hips jerk as he pulls his knees close together. his cock presses firmly along the seam of the back of his thighs.
hissing softly, he pulls his fingers out with a slick pop, lubricated until the knuckle. he glides his fingertips around his hole, showing himself off with a soft giggle, and rocks back on them until his cock twitches. it leaks as he fucks himself with them.
"ah...! get down here, already – my fingers aren't as thick as yours, baby. m-maybe i could still come on them, though," he moans slyly, the quick slick sound of his pumping fingers jolting shivers down your spine. "gonna fucking come on myself, come on your desk – every time you enter this office, you're gonna remember the way i made you feel." 
he moans with a toss of his head as his hand quickens. his leaking cock pulses and he bounces slightly on his fingers, that little bit of friction from his cock bumping his thighs almost enough.
"what is it... that you said?" he grins back at the camera, dark eyes smoky and devious. "only angels have bodies like mine? well... white was always heaven's colour."
his lips part as his dark brow furrows, his grip tightening on the back of the chair as his hips tremble. his cock explodes with cum, spurting out in thick white ropes that splatter the backs of his thighs like the sweetest glaze. he spreads his jerking, trembling thighs, and his release slowly pools on the black leather between his knees. he pants softly, wordless.
in the silence of your earbuds, your head rings with the anticipation of your pounding heart, nearly sprinting the half-block down to the skyscraper with your last name printed on it. you push through the large glass doors carelessly – they're shatterproof, and they'll survive you shouldering your way through them.
on your phone, taehyung lets out a soft exhale that sinks claws into your brain. glossy white beads drip from the edge of your chair between his unblemished legs, and if that's not a scene of the divine, then you don't know what is.
shit. hastily, you pass the receptionists and slip into an empty elevator someone left behind. swiping your card, you punch the button for the highest floor, and survive the agonising seconds up, dumping your earbuds and phone unceremoniously into your bag.
the elevator dings, and you're shoving yourself through the tiniest gap the moment it appears with a problem in your pants and a problem at your desk.
lazily, taehyung grins, pink tongue swiping over his lips. one hand strokes his pretty cock under the desk, the motion of his arm perfectly clear.
"hey there, big boy," he purrs. "finally here for your coffee, right?"
you grunt noncommittedly, extracting the bouquet of flowers from your bag before dumping the bag on the loveseat by the elevator. you place it in a white vase and wiggle it back into place on the cute pigeonhole shelf.
you turn back to him, and he's standing now, leaning forward over your desk with that same silky smile. "done with playing uncaring? come over here, make me sorry. i've broken your rules, haven't i, boss?"
"you're a real piece of work," you growl, stalking towards him and yanking him away from your desk to survey the damage. time to put in a request for a new chair. you return your gaze to taehyung, who just smiles demurely at you and strokes the bulge in your trousers.
"a piece of art, don't you like telling me?" he teases, nudging your cock with his knuckles. his smile widens as your breath skips like a record player. he pushes you towards the end of your oak desk. "you liked my presents, did you?"
"presents? that was torture," you rumble, placing your hand on top of his head and fisting a handful of his hair. you tug firmly backwards and his eyes roll back briefly as he moans, hands faltering for just a moment as he fiddles with your fly – you smirk at the sight.
his lashes flutter as he regains control, pupils dilating as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. "but you liked them, right, sir?" he asks softly, almost nervously. he fishes your cock out and his breath hitches, his lower lip tugged between his teeth as he stares up at it.
"is the sky blue, dove?" you ask, softening your voice just for him. he melts like chocolate, pressing himself sweetly into you, and you let go of his hair to card it back from his large dark eyes, tucking the stray strands behind his ears. "but i won't say it didn't surprise me. i was on the train."
"your fault when you have a perfectly good car in the garage, sir," he says with a hum, and he kisses the base of your cock. he lifts your hand back to his hair and you guide his head towards the head of your shaft. with a soft moan, he's all yours again to eat and enjoy, those dark brown eyes almost gold in the late afternoon sun.
"i'll let that sass slide because you're usually such a sweet boy," you say softly, humming as he drags his warm tongue over the ridge of your tip. "good. suck."
he loves the way you talk to him with that voice – a voice like chocolate, sweet and thick and dark. he bobs his head, stroking what he can't fit, and he moans when you hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw wide. he works at your cock, tongue lapping at the veins, tracing them to your tip and back, and closes his lips around your shaft, gradually getting all of it down his throat.
he clasps your thighs, letting himself enjoy the heft and heat of your cock filling his throat, and his eyes slide closed, the tip of his nose brushing your pelvis. you exhale softly and pat his hair to watch it bounce back into place, tugging the loose beach curls between two fingers and letting them spring back. it's incredibly soft and silky for someone who's dyed his entire head honey blond for at least as long as he's been working for you.
you cup his cheek as he bobs his head, warm tight throat swallowing your cock, constantly squeezing and fluttering, and your hand shifts to his chin, fingers pressed against the bend of his throat where it meets his jaw. gliding your fingers lower, you can feel your cock sliding against the walls of his throat. when he pulls back until just the heavy tip rests on his tongue, you feel with reverence the way he swallows it down, following the movement of the tip of your cock with each finger it passes.
below, you watch in amusement as he jerks himself off, motions quick and shallow but involving the motion of his whole arm from the shoulder. he moans as he swallows your cock, and your head falls back as your cock throbs from the tight vibrations.
"fuck, taehyung, good boy," you groan, listening to him choke and gag on it as if he couldn't get enough. saliva coats your dick, and it drips down his chin. his parted lips allow him to moan and when he closes his lips around it, he redefines the word 'suck'.
his cheeks hollow, his eyes roll back, and he's so warm and wet around you that your control snaps and you yank his head forward, burying your cock deep in him. he whimpers so perfectly when he feels your cum sliding down his throat, swallowing rapidly. his lashes flutter as he pushes himself deeper and his lips press against your base, making you grunt sharply, fingers tightening in his hair.
even when your grip loosens, your uneven breaths steadying, taehyung keeps you in his mouth, feeling his own hot cum drip down his twitching cock. he doesn't stroke himself, doesn't pull away – just contents himself during the aftermath of his high with keeping his mouth full, blinking slowly like a cat at the hazy middle-distance.
you have to slide him off your cock and he protests, whimpering softly as his nails dig into your thigh. you wrap a hand around yourself, pumping it slowly, and taehyung stares on yearningly, licking his lips subconsciously when a bead of cum slides down your tip.
"do i need to look at what you've done," you ask, though your voice remains steady at the end like a statement. "pretty thing, we are in my office. that means no messes."
"doesn't feel as good as when you're in me," he rasps, leaning up and kissing the base of your cock. "please, baby? promise i'll clean up later."
"you can't always get your way through flattery," you chuckle as he stands, tilting and falling against you as if he belongs there, wrapped in your arms. one hand travels further down and cups his ass, squeezing the supple warmth of it. he moans airily.
"it's worked so far," he whispers. "go sit down, big boy. gonna ride you like you deserve."
"what, you're going to tease this gorgeous little ass and i'm not allowed to have a taste?" you tease, and taehyung grins, pressing chest-to-chest with you. "you're a cruel man."
he smiles, still panting softly, and presses his lips to the line of your jaw. "maybe later," he murmurs. "will you clean me up and take care of me afterwards?"
"depends on my mood, pretty," you hum, guided over to your seat and watching as he sets himself atop your lap. you squeeze his thighs, sitting up against his back.
"you're a chivalrous man, boss. you wouldn't force me to walk home with your cum dripping down my leg," he chuckles, placing his ass over your cock and grinding against it. he grips the armrest and turns his head over his shoulder to kiss you, the other hand coming up to grip your hair. "mm – fuck me already. wanna feel your cock fill me up like a whore – been waiting for ages to get you alone for this."
"you could always call me outside of work, you know?"
"but where's the fun in that?" he teases, and sinks down on your cock with a breathy relieved moan that makes you shiver.
holy fuck. he's so damn warm, so wet. for a moment your thoughts fizzle out into pleasant static shooting down your spine and out to your fingers and toes. just being with him, close to him, enveloped by his faint blue cologne, makes heaven an afterthought.
when you come to and open your eyes – despite not remembering closing them – you are met with taehyung's soft smoky gaze, his warm palm cupping your cheek. he smiles, breathless, as he leans in, closing his eyes and pressing your foreheads together. "you're handsome when you come."
after taking a moment to gather yourself, you frown slightly, shifting your hands higher on his thighs. no, you are most certainly still hard. "wishful thinking, much?"
"no, that was better than watching you come." he nuzzles into your cheek and jaw, then presses your foreheads together again with a soft roll of his hips. the action has you gasping and he slots his mouth against yours, taking advantage of the moment of weakness to slip his tongue between your teeth.
knowing he, your quiet, pretty little secretary, is the one to bring you down from your pedestal, fills him with insurmountable pride. smugness, too – a healthy dose of it. after all, the media made you into the country's most eligible bachelor, and still here you were, leaning into his touch like a soft college boyfriend. you've spent every waking moment since you turned eighteen having columnists nipping at your heels and biting into your clothes, your friends, your love life, and anything else they can twist into drama or some moral fault with you. he knows how high your walls are because of it and the fact that you decided to give him a chance, to let him help you, despite looking like every one of the scandalmongers who've ever hurt you, makes him proud.
you'd never truly lost that pureness about you, that faith in people's goodness that most lose the first time they're betrayed by those they love. that is a very hard thing to do when so many close to you have had some dark immortal want to leech out of you.
taehyung's getting ahead of himself. he can start thinking such things when you start calling him your boyfriend.
"i missed you," he whispers, breath hitching as the ridge of your cockhead catches on his rim. he reaches behind himself, guiding himself onto your dick, and his fingernails dig into your shoulder as he throws his head back with a breathless moan.
"yeah?" you murmur, because you can't ever stay upset at taehyung. "it's only been a few hours. fuck. mm – couldn't have known. maybe you should've sent me a few more videos of yourself."
he tries to gasp in offence, but it comes out too breathy, too pleased. he bounces on your lap with his creamy thighs bracketing yours. "pig. why do you want videos when you have the real thing right in front of you?"
"so i can remember you on lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms."
he scoffs, chuckling softly as he circles his hips, making you groan and tighten your grip on him. he cups the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. "give me a promotion, big boy. then your nights won't have to be so lonely."
"you and your silver tongue," you murmur, placing your hands on the curve of his ass, the tiny dip of flesh at the base of his spine. he arches into your touch with a soft sigh, clenching around you and enveloping you in his velvety heat.
"mhm. you know what my tongue can do," he teases, content to fill himself up with you and do nothing else for the rest of the day. he could sit here, pretty as a princess, for the rest of his life and he'd have no qualms about it.
you, however, have different ideas.
you hook your arms under his thighs and rise to your feet, swiping pens and papers clear of your desk and onto the floor with a clatter – he laughs – and you set him down on your desk, kissing his jaw and neck. you nip at his earlobe and he growls in warning playfully, yanking your hair to bring your throat closer to him. he sucks a hickey onto the sensitive skin, the sting giving way to pleasure far too easily.
he spreads his knees and leans back, grabbing your cock with one hand and bracing against the desk with the other, and slips you back inside him with a long moan of bliss. "y-you're so big..."
"don't stroke my ego," you chuckle, stroking his soft, smooth hips and thighs as you thrust hilt-deep into him, easier now that he's adjusted. "god knows it's big enough as it is."
"of course i have to. you're the – the top man." his breath hitches as your cock glides against his swollen prostate, dragging against it roughly with how tightly he's stretched around you. he swears he can follow the line of the veins when it rides against his gummy walls with a harsh thrust. "oh, fuck! baby!"
"that feel good, hm?" you murmur into his ear, the sweet decadence of it rolling over his brain like waves over the shore.
"yes," he moans, eyes rolling back as you press into him, a single shift of the angle of your hips enough to make his back arch and his mouth fall open. "yes, yes! ah, f-fuck, right there – right there, harder, don't stop..."
you know his body like the back of your hand. gripping his thighs until they dimple under your fingertips, you pull out until just the tip rests against his hole. with a snap of your hips, you bury yourself deep in his warmth, making him jerk and cry out. his cock spurts prematurely and he gnaws on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut to will down his budding high. his nails dig into your shoulders.
"i told you," he pants, glistening eyes raising to meet yours. "harder."
what your secretary wants, he gets.
your cock slams directly into his prostate and he gasps, whimpering softly as you set a quick, hungry pace. still unsatisfied, you push your mouth against his, tongue dipping between his lips to taste his coffee.
milk, two sugars.
he always had a sweet tooth.
his damp hair sticks to his temples, the perfect salon waves bouncing rapidly with each smack of your hips against his ass. he moans into your mouth as his cock jerks, swollen and heavy against his slim stomach. it bounces with each powerful thrust and he cries out, the sweet sound echoing in your office for anyone to hear.
he whines softly, a softer sound than he'd ever let anyone else hear. he claws at your shoulders and sides, panting against your lips and submitting to your demanding kisses with messy clouded lust. the slap of skin on skin only arouses him further and he grabs your tie in a white-knuckled grip, tugging your mouth down against his the moment it parts for air.
"close," he whimpers into the kiss, and his eyes flutter back into his skull as your cock punches the breath out of his lungs, fucking him faster, harder, deeper. he opens his eyes, half-lidded and dazed, as you sweep his hair out of his eyes, combing it back gently with your fingers.
you tug. he comes.
his velvety searing heat swallows you whole, animal in its hunger, and he digs his heels into your lower back, forcing your cock deeper in him until you have no choice but to follow him over the precipice, crashing over it like blue waves over white rock. his pleasure is engulfing, almost stifling despite his tenderness. he curls into your grasp, panting and nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and his hot, shuddering breath stirs against the fine skin of your collarbone.
when your hips slow to give him a moment of respite – surely he'd want one, you thought, barely able to eke out a gasp of your name – he instead takes the chance to chastise you.
"couldn't you have... finished... any faster?" he huffs, his chest heaving as he gulps down air between words. "you've a meeting in five minutes."
with your thoughts still lingering on the image of taehyung's bliss and the clandestine knowledge that he'd made a mess on your desk, you take a moment to respond. when you do, you're incredulous.
"wait, are you trying to keep me on schedule? now?"
"it's... it's office hours. i still have to do my job." he rolls his eyes, as if you aren't balls-deep inside of him. you remind him with a few shallow, gentle thrusts – he sucks in a shaky breath and tips his head back with a shake to let his bangs fall more comfortably over his forehead. "lord knows you're not the one keeping an eye on your timetable."
"we can talk about that later, and just reschedule that damn meeting. they'll wait for me." you press your lips to the dip just beneath his ear and he hums, lazily content. then, as if remembering that he has to play bad cop and not laze in the comfort of your touch, his eyes flutter open and his mouth thins into a straight line.
"you're making a bad habit out of this," he argues. there he is – your fiery assistant. if you looked at him now, you'd never know he'd just been making dirty videos with sultry smiles.
"the best kind of habit," you murmur, shifting your hips. his breath hitches and his grip tightens involuntarily on your shoulder, making you smirk. "don't worry, taehyung. i'll give you the rest of the day off. you need one – at least today because of me."
his frown deepens at your cheeky comment, even though his cheeks flush. "i don't take days off."
"you always say that, but what are you doing right now? working hard or hardly working?" you tease, sliding your hands up his thighs and hips.
"it's – different," he manages to gasp out, clicking his tongue when your nails drag over the veins of his messy cock. "stop that. you have a meeting, remember?"
you draw your hand back. "i was working when you sent me those videos. i seem to recall you were, too. this feels unfair."
"unfair?" he repeats. "you liked them. you always like them." he pauses. "don't you?"
"i'm not sure the other people on the train appreciate your beauty as much as i do." you kiss him and he hums, accepting your tongue into his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. "don't stop sending your videos."
"is that an order, big boy?" he whispers.
"yes, it is," you reply, and he smiles, brief and sweet. you pull out of him gently, rubbing the join between his hip and thigh soothingly as he moans softly through bitten lips. "now, you have an email to write. that meeting won't postpone itself."
he huffs, allowing you to help him down from your desk. he turns around, leaning over it to grab his laptop from the corner, and you press yourself into his back and ass, teasing your cock against his hole. the coffee he grabbed for you sits cold on the edge of your desk next to the pen holder.
"tell me what the email says," you murmur into his neck, caressing his stomach with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.
taehyung's breath shudders as he nods, opening up the calendar and shifting the meeting to three days later. moving it a few hours means you look sloppy with your time management, and so does one day. three days looks like a choice – like you have better things to do with your time. these men don't have anyone else to go to, so they'll wait for you no matter what.
"your conference with mr ln has been moved to thursday, august twenty-first. please see attached—" he closes his eyes as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, gently squeezing. "p-please see attached a link to your updated appointment."
you shrug, peppering kisses over the freckles of his neck and shoulder. "good enough. send it."
he clicks send and closes his laptop, pushing it away as you lift him into your arms. he gasps and wraps his limbs around you, holding tight as you move him to the couch on the other side of the room. you hover over him as he pants softly, staring up at you with dark eyes and plump red lips.
"by the way, i've received message that your suit's been delivered to your home," you say with a soft smile. "you're going to outshine everyone at that stupid awards ceremony."
"you say that as if you won't like seeing me in it. you can fuck me in it in the car afterwards. you bought it, after all." his eyes glint dangerously. "maybe i'll wear a surprise under it – to celebrate your successes, of course."
you grin, filthy and boyish, and taehyung's heart flutters. "you've just made me very excited for that day. come grab coffee with me after work – we can test how much space i have in my backseat."
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Crocodile Tears: Index  Ship: Stoner!Reader | Stoner!BTS  Description: You accidentally eat brownies with aphrodisiacs in them. Even worse one of your asshole friends catch you reading smut to cope, and decides to airdrop your collection of your dirtiest fantasies to the rest of the house. Just your luck. Warnings: Dub-Con, Degradation, Humiliation, Dom!Taehyung, Sub!Reader, A/B/O Roleplay, Choking, Headlock/Chokehold, Slapping, High Sex, Intercourse, Primal Play, Outdoor Sex, Kinkshaming?, Overstimulation, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Oral, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Edging, Really just PWP, Also Praise Kink somehow?,Taehyung has a ridiculously big penis, Taehyung is SUPER mean, like, very sadistic, lots of ABO names used a lot so if you don’t like that skip, Weed Word Count: 6,197 A/N: sorry for the wait. Here’s this!
You stepped out of the bathroom after cleaning yourself up, praying to god no one could smell the sin coming off you in waves. Jungkook provided no comfort, either, only giving a teasing grin as you stepped out. "Looking kinda wobbly, Y/N."
"Don't tease me," you hissed, trying to ignore the echoes of pleasure still residing in the pit of your stomach. Your hands roamed over your neck, faintly tracing at the marks Jungkook had left. You couldn't bear to stare at them any longer in the mirror, but one look at you and everyone would see what you were up to. "How am I going to hide these from the others?"
Jungkook shrugged. "Don't really see a point, honestly." You glared up at him, his lack of concern for your situation irritating you. A whining beep emitted from the laundry room you were previously in, and Jungkook's on the move. "I've got an idea."
Jungkook came back with an oversized hoodies, probably one of Namjoon's, straight from the dryer. You beamed up at him, grateful, reaching out to get it. He held it away from you, however, a sly tug at the corner of his lips as he stared down at you. "Nah ah, give me a kiss first."
You flushed at his words, quickly rising to your toes to reach him for a kiss, yanking the hoodie for your own as soon as your lips meet Jungkook's. He doesn't let it remain short, however, leaning into you and pulling you against him to kiss you deeper. He hums against your mouth, only pulling back when he felt you were wanting a bit more. "You wanting to smoke again?"
You're yanking the toasty fabric over your head as you contemplate the question. Jungkook had fucked one high out of you to replace it with another. Truth be told, though, you were still too anxious to return to the living room where the majority of the guys would be. You still couldn't face the predicament you were put in, and who knew what the afterglow you emanated would reveal to them. You couldn't risk it. "Do you know where I can find any? I don't want to be a bother to the other guys."
There seemed to be a knowing glint in Jungkook's eyes when you say that. "I think there's a bong on the back porch. Why don't you check over there?"
You were surprised that Jungkook didn't insist on coming with you, but figured you needed the break. Being around Jungkook was intense enough as it is, and you didn't want anyone to be able to tell right now that you two had fucked. Guys typically paid attention to that sort of thing, and with your different clothes and mussed up hair you were basically begging to be teased- in more ways than one as evident by the men you've encountered tonight.
You were not granted the liberty of being alone, however, when you stepped onto the back porch.
"Oh, Taehyung, sorry to bother you." 
Taehyung was sitting on an outdoor sofa, bong in one hand and phone in the other. He ignored the woods before him, an acre or so of land that Namjoon's parents owned in addition to the house. He looked up from his phone to grin up at you, smoke curling around his lips. "Y/N! Come join me."
You obliged and sit down next to him on the couch, grabbing the bong and taking a hit from it. You enjoyed the feeling of the smoke filling your lungs and muddying up your mind, giving you a hazy high that rivaled that of an orgasm. Taehyung's droopy, red-tinged eyes roved over you, lingering your lips pressed against the top of the bong as you took a hit. He bit his lower lip, pinching the thick fabric of your hoodie and tugging you closer. 
You shivered under his intense gaze, suddenly feeling too warm. The hot summer night suddenly made the amount of clothes you wore suffocating, but perhaps the added heat was due to Taehyung's stare. You ignored the lingering effects of the brownies, assuring yourself that was the reason behind your horny thoughts and need. You had just been fucked by Jungkook- but here you were feeling excited over Taehyung's bit lip and touchiness. You obliged, letting him pull you to sit over his lap, your back turning against the woods behind you.
Taehyung pulls the bong towards him, encouraging you to light the bowl. He takes a hit, inhaling for as long as he can before putting his hand on the back of your neck, tugging your face closer to his. For a moment your heart raced, thinking he was about to kiss you. As though knowing what you were thinking, however, he cruelly smirked, hand sliding towards your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lips to part open as he blew smoke into your mouth. You inhaled it, only closing your lips once Taehyung finished and moved his hand over your mouth. "Hold it," he commanded, eyes dark as he watched you. You obeyed, letting it settle into your lungs, catching your breath so it wouldn't travel out. You did your best to suppress any oncoming cough, and after a few seconds Taehyung removes his hand. "Breathe."
You let it pour out from your nostrils, disappearing into the air and it wisps around your face. Closing your eyes, you imagined yourself as a dragon, the smoke warning of the fire inside you. You didn't feel very intimidating right now though- Taehyung held that power. Then again, when did he not? You're glad you were told to breathe, smoke or not, as you would've been anxiously holding your breath now in anticipation of his next move. He only looks up at you, relaxed eyes peering up at you. 
Weed was different from alcohol in certain ways. When you're drunk everything you're feeling comes pouring out. When you're high everything around you pours in. When you're drunk, everyone can see exactly how you're feeling and you're more transparent than ever. Being high, especially those who are good at it, made it far easier to hide your emotions. Taehyung was the type. You could never read his emotions or expressions when he was high, he was basically unreadable. Taehyung was always a little unpredictable like that. 
He rubbed the fabric of your hoodie between his fingertips. "I don't remember you wearing this earlier."
"Got it from the, uh, laundry room." Not a lie.
"Oh? Why? It's summer, and it's so hot out here. Aren't you too hot in this?"
"I'm fine, really, I was cold earlier."
"Are you cold now?"
"Well, no-"
"Take it off."
You stared at Taehyung, eyes locking. He said it so casually, but the small smirk on his face being your only indicator that this wasn't as innocent of a request as you'd like to believe. "Don't want you passing out from heat stroke, do we?" He tugged at the hoodie again, impatient. "Take it off."
His words left no room for argument. With shaky hands, you reached for the bottom of your hoodie, lifting it. Taehyung's fingers slid from the hoodie down to your bare thighs, hands running over the exposed skin and brushing over the hem of your shorts, but no further. He licked his lips, watching the hoodie fly over your head. "Well well well, where'd these come from?"
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as his fingertips lightly brushed over the hickeys Jungkook left, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "I- um, I can explain-"
"Who were you in the laundry room with, Y/N?"
As though a deer frozen in the headlights, you felt caught. "I..."
Taehyung's featherlight touches became more sure and firm, his hand as now curling around the column of your throat with unquestioning authority. "Be a good girl and tell me."
You gulped, feeling your throat move under the pressure of his palm, unable to resist holding in the secret."Jungkook," you softly admitted.
Taehyung hummed, his pointer finger lightly tapping against the temple of your neck. "Figures that asshole would go before me."
You gasped in shock, eyes widening as you realize just what Taehyung had probably been doing on his phone when you walked in. "You know?"
He flashed his teeth, a smile gracing his features as he took in your surprise. "Mhm. Jungkook showed me it, said you airdropped it to him. Big reader, huh?"
As though on instinct, you jerk your neck back out of embarrassment, wanting to hide your face in shame where he couldn't see. You lifted your hips, wanting to jump off his lap to run away from the situation of being confronted. Taehyung has none of it, however, and pulled your thighs down to slam down against him. It's now that you can felt his erection against you, his grip forcing you to grind down on his dick. "Now, where do you think you're going, huh? I haven't even gotten my fun yet." He chuckled in your ear, his ministrations suddenly less gentle as he roughly grabs the back of your neck, the action so similar to what he did before. He brought your face close to his, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Wanna guess which one I was just reading?"
You squirmed on top of him, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright. Biting your lip and shaking your head in embarrassment.
"But I think you'll like it," he laughed. "In fact, I know you will. It's one of the stories you touched yourself to, isn't it?"
"I-It's mainly just f-fantasies-"
"Your little fantasies about having big alpha cock to finally satisfy you?" Taehyung laughs sadistically in your face as he sees you whine in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, saw a lot of those, baby. Getting fucking bred and knotted, you just wanna be someone's bitch, don't you? I was just reading one about a little omega who needed an alpha to help her through... what's the word they used again? Oh right... her heat." He pressed you down harder against him, gliding your hips over him. "I thought it sounded a bit familiar..."
"It was an accident, Tae. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"But it's what you want, isn't it?" His nose nudged against yours, lips so close to yours, barely brushing as though to tease you. It was akin to the hanging grapes in front of Tantalus, but you may actually have a chance of getting what you so desperately craved. "Little omega just wants to be stuffed by an alpha, huh?"
You shuddered, fingers curling against Taehyung's shoulders. "Y-you're not being easy on me!" you whimpered out of frustration.
"Mm, I'm not, am I?" Taehyung's nose grazed along the side of your neck, his breath tickling your ear as you shivered in his grip. "I don't think you want easy, though, do you?"
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, unable to deny his accusation. "No... I don't."
"Hm," Taehyung hummed, slightly satisfied. His hand slid from behind your neck to caress your cheek. He tilted his head, still not giving in. "Yeah? Wanna be my bitch?"
"So bad," you admitted, finally giving in.
Taehyung finally rewarded you, connecting your lips to his. Kissing Taehyung, to put it bluntly, was hot. He was slowing down at the parts that he wanted to drive you crazy, and overwhelming you the next second. You kept up as best as you can, Taehyung's kiss making you hornier than ever. You had no doubt that even without the weed or the aphrodisiacs, he would have been able to get you aroused with a mere kiss. By the time you're pulled back, you're breathless but wanting more. 
Taehyung seemed to know how good of a kisser he was, his satisfied expression from winning taking over his handsome features. He wasn't done conquering, though. Far from it. "Strip."
Taehyung's bluntness was still alarming to you. "Here?" You were outside. Anyone could walk outside and see you guys. Sure, there were only woods outside and no nearby neighbors, so the only ones who would see you would be the boys. You were having issues of your own with them already, though.
You're brought to surprise when Taehyung's palm struck your face, stinging your cheek. "A good omega does what their alpha tells them to do," he growled out under his breath. "Don't you want to be a good bitch for your alpha?"
You nodded, tears springing to your eyes as you got to work. You lifted your shirt and shorts, but were unsure whether you should leave your underwear on. Taehyung answered for you, an impatient and irritated tone lacing his voice. His hand landed against your ass, smarting the skin. "Are you stupid? All of it."
You obeyed until you were completely naked before him. You were glad for the summer air warming the night, but felt horribly vulnerable being so exposed in the open. If anyone saw you, naked, on top of a full clothed Taehyung, what would they think?
(Part of you was really excited to find out.)
"Go on and spread your legs. Let me see how wet a real slut gets."
Your face burned with embarrassment as you hesitantly do as told.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Taehyung didn't seem concerned in the least. His eyes glazed over your naked form, appreciating and admiring the view before him. His hands ran over your thighs, but remained respectful. Taehyung would be good, for now. "Nervous, little omega?"
"J-Just f-feel so embarrassed-"
"I think you like it, though," Taehyung grinned, his hands venturing up your waist and to your breasts. He fondled you before attaching his lips to one of your nipples, sucking and licking at the bud while keeping eye contact with you. You wanted so desperately to close your eyes and look away from his dark, piercing gaze, but remembered his words. He let you go after giving a small nip with his teeth, making you squeal above him. "Think you like being humiliated and exposed like this. Slapped around and treated like a toy. You secretly love this." You whimpered as Taehyung's hand ran over your folds, still slightly swollen from Jungkook's earlier battering. "Jungkook did a real number on you, huh?"
Your knees buckled into the chair cushions as Taehyung's fingers rubbed circles against your clit. "He was real mean to you, wasn't he sweetheart?"
You nodded pathetically, accepting the sweet kiss Taehyung's offered to your pouting lips. "It's ok baby," he said comfortingly. "I'm gonna be even meaner."
He plunged two fingers inside, movements hard and deliberate, making you practically crumple on top of him. He waited until you're practically quivering on top of him to stop, pulling back. You blinked in confusion as he lit the bong beside the two of you. He lit the bowl, inhaling to let the smoke fill the clear glass. "I'm gonna give you a head start to run into the woods. You have until I clear this and come catch you."
"What happens if you catch me?" you questioned, trying to regain composure, already off kilter from his rough fingering that left a pleasurable ache in you. You knew you were going to be sore by morning. 
"What do you think? I'm gonna fuck you full of cum right where you stand," he informed you, taking the first hit of the bong. He blew the air out with nonchalance, as though he hadn't said what he said."I suggest you get started on your head start."
You weren't sure you were able to process this at the speed it was going. You found yourself fumbling over your words, mind trying to keep up with what was happening.
"C-Can... Can I-"
"Can you what, sweet girl?"
"Can I at least put the hoodie back on?" You'd feel especially terrified if you had to run through the woods naked. The hoodie would be the only thing big enough to completely cover you.
Taehyung doesn't seem especially pleased by the idea, but relented, reaching down by your other discarded clothes for the hoodie. He tossed it your way, taking another hit. "Fine. Only because I don't want you to waste the rest of the time you have left. Otherwise I'd think you'd want someone to walk in on you being a slut on the back porch."
You quickly yanked the hoodie over your head and turn towards the woods. The light from the house and the full moon peaked between the leaves, acting as your only light. You were terrified, adrenaline rushing through you like never before as you dashed between tree trunks, leaves crunching beneath your feet as you tried to get as far away as you could. You felt the sweat against your skin on the thick material of the hoodie, and felt hot from the running. You weren't expecting to do a workout today. You shouldn't have dawdled so much. Taehyung probably had only one more hit at best from the bong before he was going to be hot on your tails. 
You ducked down behind a bigger tree, catching your breath and hiding away in the shadows. You tried to quiet your harsh breaths, heart pounding as you listened in on the night. Seconds passed. You heard nothing but crickets. You let out a sigh of relief, but it was too soon.
It started off as a faint, distant sound. The crunching of leaves beneath shoes approached. You heard the sound of steps coming closer, a few yards away. "Come out, come out, little omega. I want to hear you scream for me."
You held your breath, mind racing as you heard Taehyung get near. Your heart pounded in your chest and the hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up. You peeked around the trunk to Taehyung, who was turned away, searching for you. Taking your chance, you leapt on your feet, running in the opposite direction towards the house. Wrong move.
Your anxiety peaked as you heard his footsteps get louder and faster the closer he got to you, his shoes causing the leaves on the ground to crunch loudly behind you, reminding you of your impending doom. You practically flew between the trees, dodging trunks and branches, not even looking back. You focused on the light from the house in the distance, a beacon you ran towards for safety. Your hair flew behind you, and you didn't dare look back to the man chasing you. You could hear him, though, his harsh pants as loud as yours. It was hopeless, though, as you were soon tackled, Taehyung's strong arms wrapping around you as you both fell on the ground with him on top of you. Luckily you weren't hurt, Taehyung's large body taking the blow as the two of you fell on the ground. It wasn't until Taehyung pinned your shoulders down to the grass that you were able to process what happened, the starry night sky and overhead branches spinning before you.
"Gotcha," Taehyung said with a breathless, triumphant- no, cocky!- smirk. 
You thought of all the items that you guys would get high together, and Jungkook would have the tendency to want to wrestle everyone in the group in a high stupor. As a result, you had participated in a few matches and knew all to well what it was like to be pinned down by Taehyung. In your high wrestling matches he would simply want you to stop moving, however, in order to win.
Now, he was wanting to dominate.
His hands enveloped your wrists like cuffs, locking you to the ground as he trapped you between his thighs. He sat down on your upper thighs, giving you no room to escape. You twisted underneath his grip, body writhing as you tried to get away, hopelessly stuck. He was breathing harshly, pants escaping his lips, nostrils flared. He snarled at you. "Get this stupid fucking hoodie off." He roughly tugged it off of you, practically tearing the article clothing off of you. You crossed your arms as he grabbed the fabric, trying to preserve your decency when exposed to both Taehyung and the night sky. It was pointless, though, and soon enough Taehyung is gifted with the visual of your naked form. He lifts you up to put the hoodie under you, the fabric replacing the rough ground and patches of grass beneath you. He grins a big, toothy smile when he sees your naked body beneath him. "There's my pretty girl."
Taehyung harshly grips your hips and forces them up, practically folding you in half as he pulls your lower half closer to him. You're leaning against your upper back now, shoulders pressed into the ground, hips suspended in the air to Taehyung's mercy. His hand reached out to grip your face, forcing you to look up at him. The lights from the house in the distance softly illuminated his features in the darkness of night, the shadows only making his handsome features more mysterious. "Told you I'd catch you, little omega."
"I tried-"
"I know you did, baby," Taehyung assured, arm curling around your leg to hold you up, fingers brushing against your folds. "Fuck, you’re so wet, huh? You liked being chased down? Like being a little afraid?"
"N-No, I-"
"So you’re a dirty little liar too? I can feel how drenched you are, stupid slut. You like a little danger, huh? Like being forced down?" You gasped at the feeling of him spitting on your pussy, and before you can respond his mouth is enveloping you, tongue rapidly flicking against your clit. He hums, sending vibrations through your body before he detached. "You liked the idea of being pinned and fucked where you stood, huh? Helpless to do anything when I make you cum over and over again?" Your back arches at his onslaught of impossible questions, fingers curling into his hair as your thighs trap him in, his mouth once again on your cunt. Your eyes twisted shut as you moaned from the onslaught of pleasure. You're overwhelmed, trying to squirm away from his skilled tongue, but seeing as you were practically folded in half, escape was impossible. Tears of pleasure were brought to the corners of your eyes as he switched to a suctioning sensation, and soon you were riding closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck! I'm gonna c-cum-"
Taehyung lifted up, giving you a moment to breathe as you come down from your edge. You frowned in disappointment, Taehyung's fingers coming up to your clit to replace his tongue not doing enough to satisfy you. "You can only cum if you call me alpha."
You give him a wide eyed look. "Tae-"
"Not Taehyung." His deep voice and raspy growl left no room for argument.
Cowering under his gaze and desperate for release, you caved. "A...Alpha."
His smirk of satisfaction was almost worth it in itself, but when his lips enveloped your clit without hesitation, you knew there was no turning back. You moaned out the new pet name over and over again until you reached your climax, Taehyung's greedy tongue lapping up your release and everything you had to offer. His eyes were locked with yours, eyes trained on your expressions as he thoroughly wrecked you with just his tongue. You were left limp and tired, Taehyung still holding your hips up to properly access his meal. It wasn't until you were lifted fully back to the ground that you were able to feel the ache in your upper back from the pressure put on it, but given the much more pleasure able ache in your pussy, you'd say it was a fair exchange.
Taehyung didn't seem to be done exchanging, however.
His hand fisted your hair and lifted your face to his, his mouth crashing against yours as his tongue delved into your mouth. The taste of your cum on his tongue sent your mind into a tizzy. Your head was spinning, still shaking in his hold from the tremors of your orgasm. You did your best to keep up with his kiss, but he devoured you completely, making you submit with just his tongue once again. You let out a gasp for air once he finally pulled away, but his pink, swollen lips tempted you to go in for more.
"Time to return the favor, omega," Taehyung said, licking his lips. "Take my cock out, baby. You've earned a taste."
Your face flushed at the insinuation that you've earned the right to give Taehyung a blowjob, but something about how cocky and arrogant he was, with plenty to back it up, made you squirm under his gaze. Though he had practically ripped your clothes off your body with demand, your shaky hands were far more subservient and methodical when you were pulling down his pants. 
You should've known Taehyung had an unusually- no, unfairly- large dick. The smirk that he wore once he saw the surprise in your eyes told you that he knew it, too. Your expression must’ve been one he was familiar with. You held it in your hand, surprised that your short digits aren't even able to completely curl around the shaft. Sick of your admiring and stalling, Taehyung delivers a swift slap to your cheek, drawing you out of your trance.
"What're you waiting for? Fucking put it in your mouth, bitch," Taehyung hissed, beckoning your lips closer to the tip. You did as you were told, obediently opening your mouth and offering a kitten lick to the tip.  Gaining more confidence, you put the entire tip in your mouth, laving your tongue around it to provide stimulation as you began bobbing your head up and down. Each time you went down you tried to take him in deeper. Luckily for you Taehyung's fist in your hair didn't force you further than you can take, instead helping you find your rhythm as you started properly fucking him with your mouth.
Taehyung's throaty growls and moans were likely music to your ears. Every curse that escaped his lips, every praise directed at you, turned you on even more. "Such a good girl, letting Alpha fuck your mouth like this," he groaned, tilting his head back to gift you the view of the column of his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing along his throat as he swallowed. "Fuck, gonna let me fuck your throat, omega? Want that?"
You nodded dumbly, humming around his cock. Your eyes widened, tears pooling in your eyes as Taehyung suddenly pushed you closer to the base of his cock, his dick plunging deeper into your throat. His grip on your hair tightened, yanking your head and bobbing your mouth over him over and over again. You focused on trying to breathe when you were pulled further up to the tip, and you could feel the tears slipping down your cheeks already. You didn't want to stop, though. Taehyung's moans became later, his thrusts more sloppy and erratic as he used your mouth. "Fuck yeah, oh my god, such a good little slut..." he murmured, grunts emanating from his throat. "Mm, you love this, don't you? Love the taste of my cock, huh?"
Your were forced all the way down to the base of his cock, your nose pressed against his pelvic bone as his full length sheathed inside your throat. You gripped onto his thighs, nails digging in as you tried to keep your place pressed against his body. You looked up at him with tearful eyes, his dark, sultry gaze encouraging you further to please him. You could feel his cock twitch inside your throat as he stared at your pretty face. “Fuck, look what you’re making me do to you,” he growled, as though all of this were really your fault. It felt like he was close to busting at any moment. After a few seconds, you were pulled off of him, spit falling down to your chin and chest as you were separated. You gasped for breath, coughing from his rough usage. 
"Mm, you did so well for me baby," he purred, thumb wiping away at your face as you stared up at him. He slapped his cock against your face, the wet smacks bringing a smile to your face. 
"W-Why didn't you cum?" you sputtered out, panting.
"The only place I'm cumming tonight is in your little pussy," Taehyung clarified, catching his breath. He offered himself a few strokes, trying to calm himself down. "Now, present yourself so Alpha can breed you."
You felt the blood rush to your face with embarrassment, but did as you were told. "Yes, Alpha." Your hands and knees pressed into the hoodie below you, and you arched, presenting your ass properly for Taehyung's viewing pleasure. 
His hands roamed over you, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He got closer behind you, bending over so his lips would be close to your ear. "You want Alpha's cock, baby?"
You nodded, shivering as his hand curled around your neck, and then his entire arm. His bicep flexed against your neck, holding you in a chokehold. "Yes!" You gasped out. "Wanna be a good omega for you. Want you to breed me. Please please please-"
Your begging was cut short when you felt the tip of Taehyung's cock against your entrance, and soon he was pushing himself in. One of your hands reached up to dig your nails into Taehyung's bicep, and he loosened his hold, letting you breathe. You moaned as you felt him slowly enter you, your slick from your previous orgasm allowing him to slide in. Had he not eaten you out before you doubted you would've been able to take such a big dick so easily.  He hissed with pleasure, a deep moan emanating from his chest. “Fuck, knew you’d have the perfect pussy. You’re so fucking tight. Always knew you’d get this wet for me.”
"F-Fuck! It's too big," you whimpered.
Taehyung only cruelly chuckled in your ear. "Yeah? Can't take it? When you begged so much for it? Acting like you don't want it when you're so wet and keep sucking me in?"
It was true. With each word he was only getting deeper in you until he was pressing against your cervix. You felt so full, you weren't sure you could take much more. Taehyung pulled his hips back, beginning to fuck you. You clasped at the hoodie and the grass, gripping whatever you could on the ground below you, whimpering as you took the brutal thrusts.
Taehyung's moans were more delicious than ever, now enjoying your cunt wrapped around him. His deep groans and grunts were now directly in your ear, letting you know just how much he was enjoying using your body for his pleasure. He dropped you from the chokehold, letting your chest fall limply to the floor, your hips still raised. His fingers dug into your hips as he slammed you back into him, his hips digging deeper into your ass. His hands pressed into your back, making you arch further like the pliant slut he knew you were.
He snickered as he saw your expression, a grimace of pleasure and tear-brimmed eyes, your sobs of ecstasy only bringing him closer to the edge. It was almost comical to him. "You're really fucking crying because it's too much? You begged for this. You should've thought about that before you decided to act like a horny little slut."
"I-It wasn't my fault!" You whined out, barely able to let out a coherent sentence due to Taehyung's rough thrusts. "The br-"
"Don't go blaming those, Y/N. We both know you wanted me to breed you like this long before tonight," Taehyung snidely remarked, his words causing you to hang your head down in shame. It was true. So often when you would read your smut you'd think of one of the guys in the love interest's place, the mere thought of them doing such taboo and pervasive actions making your heart race even when you were alone. For it to be happening in real life? Unreal.
"I did," you admitted with a sob, biting back an unseemly groan as Taehyung's large hand slid around your waist and to your cunt, cupping your heat and letting his fingers run along your sopping wet folds. "I wanted this for so long. Wanted you so bad, Alpha."
"I know, baby, I know. I'm here now," Taehyung assured you, his unrelenting digits on your clit and the battering against your g-spot driving you closer to the edge. You let out a high pitched whine, feeling your orgasm building up again. "Alpha's gonna knot you like the perfect omega you are. You gonna be good and take it all?"
You nodded your head rapidly, biting your lip as you felt your high approaching. "Yes, please! Give it to me. Gonna cum for you, Alpha."
"Yeah? My selfish little bitch is gonna cum again before Alpha gets to even once, huh?" The hand that wasn't currently determined to contribute to your undoing fisted your hair, raising you from the ground and closer to his body. Your back pressed against his chest and you arched, the pain of his fist pulling your hair and the sweet feeling of his mouth adding more hickeys to your neck making your head spin. 
"I'm s-sorry! I can't hold it anymore, please A-"
"Tch." He interrupted you with a rough shake of his fist, causing you to whimper in both pain and shame. You were unable to turn away from his unforgiving eyes, though, his grip stern and demanding. "I should've expected it from a horny slut who gets off to wolf-fucking. Thought you were a good omega."
"I am!" you persisted, thighs beginning to quake. Taehyung put more of his body weight on you, letting you feel the brutality of his thrusts as he tried to go as deep as possible, determined to wreck you with every fiber of his being. You started to be bent forward again, your back arching and your chest getting closer to the ground as you were folded to Taehyung’s whims. For particularly deep and sharp thrusts he’d stay buried in you for a few seconds longer, letting you feel his balls like pressing up against your cunt and making contact with the fingers playing with your clit. 
"You are?" A throaty chuckle vibrated in your ear. "Then why are you about to cum all over me?"
That's all it took for your last bit of resistance to be put down, and you let out a sob as you came harder than before, your legs quaking as you struggled to hold yourself up. If it weren't for Taehyung's firm grip you would've crumpled to the floor in exhaustion. Taehyung didn't stop, though, your orgasm only driving him into a frenzy as he snapped his hips into you at an animalistic pace.
"Stupid little slut," Taehyung growled, thrusts getting sloppy as he berated you. You squealed in pain as he slapped your ass, his blows brutal and swift, sparing no mercy. "Bad omega, cumming on my cock without permission."
"I'm sorry, Alpha!" you cried out, lips trembling as you felt him overstimulate you from one orgasm into another. Your body was unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure Taehyung brought. "Ah! Please, fuck, cum in me."
"Yeah? Want my knot? Want me to breed you?" Taehyung questioned, his growls turning closer to rasps as he got closer to the edge. "When you've been nothing but a- fuck, ah- dumb bitch?"
"Your bitch," you gasp out dumbly, your mind flying far into the heavens as Taehyung continued to fuck you with vigor. "Yours, yours, yours."
"Yeah, that's right." Taehyung smiled, hand sliding from your hair to your throat, squeezing as he felt your walls spasm around him as you entered your next orgasm. It was enough for him to be driven to climax, his warm cum filling you up as deep as he could. "My bitch," Taehyung confirmed, nails slightly digging into the skin of your neck as he emphasized it.
You panted for breath as you felt his cock twitch inside a few more seconds, Taehyung giving every drop he had to offer. You almost did feel like you were being knotted, the sore feeling in your body and Taehyung's enormous size making you feel just like those omegas in the smut you read. Eventually he dropped you from his grip, letting you slump down onto the hoodie beneath you. You whined at the feeling of Taehyung slipping out, though kept your ass raised obediently.
Taehyung cursed as he saw his cum dribble out of your hole and down your folds, the white liquids practically glowing under the moonlight. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, enjoying the sight. He offered a wry smile your way. "Good girl. You earned that."
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Strangers to Lovers, Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Park Jimin (BTS), Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Pregnancy, Breeding, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Wet & Messy, Explicit Sexual Content, Barebacking, Knotting, Oral Knotting, Anal Fingering, Nesting, Mating Bond, Courting Rituals, Come Marking, Come Inflation, Blow Jobs, Mpreg, Somnophilia, Consensual Somnophilia Summary:
Living an entire life sheltered and protected from the world isn't the ideal life Jimin wants, but it is his reality. When one day he decides to escape his fate of being betrothed to an alpha from another pack, he finds more than he expected. That includes meeting a rogue alpha in pre-rut when Jimin himself has just entered his pre-heat. Things get heated pretty quickly.
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