If You Are Hungry For A Quick Taehyung Smut, Here Is My Short Fic! It Is Not Shown Through Search Because

If you are hungry for a quick Taehyung smut, here is my short fic! It is not shown through search because of community labels (I guess)

Rush¹: Concert (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

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i am here to quench my thirst for V. Here my very amateur writing. I hope you like it  💚 💚 Please note that everything listed contains smut. 

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pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: You would like to promote Taehyung from your puppy daddy to baby daddy.

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: impregnation kink, Taehyung talks FILTHY, not much explaining just talk

word count: 1403 (a shortie!)

A/N1: wrote this under an hour. didn’t proof read it as always. Please leave a like if you enjoyed it, and check out my all smut masterlist and my latest work Tae-time. Thanks! 

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“Yeontan, house.” You pointed the door; your little furry baby wiggled his little tail. His adorable face melted your insides but you had to be strong. “Come on, you lazy puppy.” You rubbed his rich fur to encourage him. 

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Rush²: Club (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

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pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader     

summary: just smut y’know?

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: possive Taehyung, lap sitting, whole loads of dirty talk from Taehyung, he is a freak, fingering (female recieving), some stripper action but zero detail... It has been a long time since i uploaded so idk.

word count: 8K

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3: rush: bed

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“Is your boyfriend always this uptight, darling?” The dancer asked while her hands caressed your forearms. Her pinkish nails made you shiver. A woman, especially this sexy, flirting with you was very new to you. You weren’t sure if this would qualify as flirting though. She was a stripper and you were a client. You assumed that she would go loom around the boys as they cheered and threw cash, but this one was very fond of you for some reason. 

“No, we are just fri-” You tried to explain as she drank some of the alcohol that Jungkook got everyone. “Then, he should be, huh? Look at how he clings to you.” She laughed pitifully as her hand lowered down to Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your waist. You uncomfortably shifted; you would prefer her not touching Taehyung. 

Taehyung’s arm squeezed you even tighter to his side when her fingers came to Taehyung’s wrist and played with his bracelets. “He even refused my lap dance.” She tutted, retracting her hand. You tried to face Taehyung, but it was quite difficult because of the way he held you. Instead, you mimicked the dancer and held his arm, his warm breath immediately came behind your ear. 

“Maybe I should give you one,” The dancer’s fingers danced to your hair. She wrapped your hair around her forefinger, her booze-scented breath hit your face. Okay, this was a bit intense. “I will pass.” You pushed her finger. It was Taehyung’s limit now. He should have picked you up a lot earlier anyway. 

Taehyung held you from where the two of you were sitting and pulled you onto his lap. He didn’t want you to sit on this filthy leather seat from the beginning- fuck, he never wanted to come here. “Do you need some tips, baby?” The girl insisted and scooted where you were just sitting. Your ass sat right on top of his thigh.

“I think you should leave now, Rosie,” Taehyung spoke for the first time. His low voice came out more serious than you anticipated. This time you could see his clenched jaw, strained neck and his eyes pulled to the sides dangerously. One could think that the dancer wanted to hurt you. His possessiveness felt unnecessary, but you indulged in his tight arms.

“My name is not R-” You thought she would understand and leave now, but she had her eyes on the prize, Taehyung’s lips. 

“I won’t repeat.” Taehyung sternly warned again. This time it worked. Rosie or whatever her name is scoffed and left with her drink in hand. 

You didn’t realise how tense you were until she left your side. Taehyung was the same. He muttered in your ear, “So now I have to keep you fucking away from women too? Are you into chicks now?” His low voice made you melt against him. You laid your back on his chest. “Mhmm, are you afraid that you got competition?” You laughed.

Taehyung let out a growl as your dress hiked up to your thighs. “Don’t get angry. I am not into girls, okay?” His angry face didn’t disappear. “I am into you-” You said but his harsh hands stopped you.

“You fucking– bad girl!” He manhandled you and harshly made you sit across his lap. “You don’t know how to properly sit and you still wear these short ass dresses, huh? Do you want me to pick up a fight with every single man in this fucking club?” His frustration poured out of him. 

“Taehyung no one is looking at me. People are literally fucking.” You pointed to Hobi and a girl on top of his crotch. Taehyung held your chin. 

“No, no look at me,” he said in a whiny voice. No sign of his anger from just seconds ago. “You should give me a lap dance instead.” 

You shrugged, “I already made you cum,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “And you didn’t even moved the entire time, I just fucked myself on you.” You dug your finger into his chest as he bit his bottom lip. You fucking did that, yes. He would love to do that again, yes, please.

“I still feel you inside me, Taehyung.” You took advantage of sitting so close to him and whispered into his ear. Taehyung loved dirty talk and breath play. Another thing he loved was neck kisses, so you gave him a small peck just below his ear. 

The result was exhilarating. The gorgeous male whimpered against you. “Yeah, keep my kids right here,” Taehyung cupped your tummy. You breathed shakily this time. Why would he say that? He wasn’t even your boyfriend. 

“And you came so early, Taetae.” You were so gonna milk this. Taehyung scoffed, chewing inside his cheeks. “Ahh, you are so crazy about me.” You shook your head to the sides. “You always talk about me being the needy one but you are my whore, Taehyung.” You spoke rather silly about it. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “So am I going to get my lap dance?” 

You lifted your head and looked him in the eyes. Fuck Kim Taehyung for how handsome. 

“I think you owe me an orgasm, first?” You bit him with your words. Taehyung raised his brow, “Do we owe things now, babygirl?” Taehyung’s warm hand caressed your cheek.

It was annoying how he belittled you even though you had the upper hand. You poked your tongue at him like a five-year-old. Taehyung gave you a full chest laugh, throwing his head back. “Y/N…” He said your name melodically.

You felt even more annoyed at how cocky he was. You held the collar of his shirt. “You gonna finger me,” You demanded, trying to spread your legs for his hand, but Taehyung held your thighs closed. 

“My hands aren’t clean.” He said. 

“Go wash them.” You insisted.

“What if someone steals me from you? You saw how these girls are stubborn?” He caressed your bottom lips when you gave him a big pout.

“Eat me out, then.” The options were endless with Taehyung. You truthfully asked what you wanted just to realise you were being too honest. Taehyung liked your honesty. He gave you another cocky grin. “I am sorry, baby. I will make it up to you tonight.” He kissed your shoulder.

You shrugged that shoulder, “You will finger me too, okay?” You would never pass on those gorgeous long fingers. Never.

“I will.” Taehyung nodded dutifully. 

“You will fuck me on missionary too.” You shook your finger as if you were lecturing him. If he was in the mood to accept everything, you would better give him the whole list.

Taehyung nodded again, his eyes watching your lips. “You are asking for the most vanilla things.”

You pinched him playfully, “I will ride you, then.” As if it was a very spicy position, but Taehyung proved you wrong when he nodded breathlessly. 

“Anything you want.” He said, leaning closer to you. 

“You will sing for me too.” You pushed him more. Taehyung looked at you confused. You wrapped your arms around your torso as Taehyung laughed through his nose. When you looked at him with big eyes, Taehyung nodded for the final time. 

“Pinky promise,” You held your pinky out for him. If you knew Taehyung just a little bit, he would keep his promise. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes again. “There is no need for it,” You huffed and poked his chest. “As if I would pass on eating your sweet cunt.” He wrapped his pinky around yours.

“But I need to add my terms to your deal.” Taehyung held your finger nice and tight as he pointed at you with his chin. 

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You aren’t in the position to make offers, Mr Kim.” You used your tone to scare him, but Taehyung didn’t buy it.

“I will eat you out if you sit on my face.” He pointed to your cunt with his chin. You scandalously close his mouth with your free hand. Why was he so loud and chill? You shushed him with warning eyes. 

Taehyung licked your palm and winked at you. “Taehyung! Go alert the media if you want the whole world to hear it.” You said whiningly as you wiped his drool onto his shirt.

Taehyung shrugged, “I begged you to post a photo of my face between your legs so many times, babygirl.” Oh god, he brought this up again. You shushed him once more while your pinky lost blood circulation. “You can’t post things like that, Tae. No one needs to see you in that position.” The view that made you cum on its own: his brown eyes, flushed cheeks and his beautiful bangs between your thighs made you cream like a whore. 

“Okay, okay, but you do that later.” You wanted to finish this pinky promise before Taehyung permanently stuck to you. 

Taehyung shrugged, “No deal then.” He faked a pout that made you fall into his traps so many times. “No, we have deal. We can do what y-you offered a late-er. night” You forced yourself not to think about riding Taehyung’s face, getting that thick tongue deep where you needed, fuck your clit on his big nose. 

Taehyung noticed you clenching and pressing your thighs. “What I offered? Say it.” He placed his hand on your knee. As soon as he touched your thighs, you pushed his hands off. “If you aren’t gonna finish it, don’t start.” You sternly warned him. Your voice, for the first time in the night, came out very serious and weak which made Taehyung’s heart clench. 

“Aww,” He said, bringing the hand you pushed back to your face. “Did I get your pussy so high and dry, baby? I am really sorry.” You hid your face into his neck. Could he stop talking? Your cheeks were getting tingly. 

Taehyung cracked a big, loud laugh at your cuteness, which got attention from the other boys. In return, you hid your face in his neck even deeper.

“You are lucky that you have a long tongue and thick dick, Tae. Otherwise, I would ban my pussy from you!” You huffed as you hugged yourself. 

Taehyung tsked, “I knew it was my dick that kept you all these years.” You didn’t answer, but your squirms on his lap gave Taehyung the answer he fucking needed right now.  “I fucking know you love my cock, pillow princess. I will do everything you want tonight.” He tightened his grip on your pinky, pressed your thumbs together, and then pressed his lips onto yours. You gasped at his sudden move but easily gave in to him. 

After minutes of teasing and sexual tension, you thought that Taehyung would get messy in kissing you or at least grope you on your ass. However, his hands stood around your thigh, pulling your skirt down, making sure that you were all covered. 

He muttered something when it kept riding up your thigh. “Put my jacket over your legs, babygirl.” He laid the brown leather over your lap as you kissed his neck. Oh, his beautiful neck. It was one of the sexiest things about him. His strong neck with his prominent Adam’s apple. You never got enough kissing it, sucking it. How his masculine neck connected to the most delicate collarbones was absolutely breathtaking. 

“Mhmm, Tae…” You didn’t realise your lips acted your mind and sucked a few love bites to his neck, one just over his pulse and two onto the column of his neck.

Taehyung patted your head as you basically made out with his neck. He thought he would be used to it by now, but no, he was still crazy about neck kisses. “No one cares about my legs,” You tried to push the jacket just to tease him.

A sexy growl immediately answered you. “Can I take you home tonight?” Taehyung asked.

You peeked, unsure if you wanted to go to his man cave. Considering Jungkook and Hobi were on a mission tonight, the house was going to be extra crowded and messy. 

“I- Actually-” You raised back to Taehyung’s eye level, and for a second those eyes filled with worry and he put his guard on. He thought all of this scene was just a play for you.

“I think we should go to mine, Taehyung. I am sure we won’t be interrupted there.” You brushed his hair back as Taehyung secured his jacket over your legs violently. 

He silently nodded when you approved. “I also have actual human food in my house.” You have never seen Tae's fridge full of groceries. It always happened to have a bunch of beer.

“Okay, Miss Masterchef. What is wrong with my ramen?” Taehyung faked an offended face. 

“Everything! You can’t cook to save your life, Tae.” You immediately opposed it. “Also, you still didn’t bring back my favourite bowl.” 

“I was going to! But Tannie only eats food out of his mummy’s favourite bowl.” Taehyung knew if he brought Yeontan, you would melt and forget about that dish bowl a colleague gifted to you.

“Oh, my Tannie,” You gasped, bringing your hands to your heart. “I missed him so so much.” Taehyung definitely didn’t mean to look at your hand pressing your tit against your chest, but saying that he didn’t have a sneaky peek would be such a lie. 

“He misses you too. More than he ever missed me in his entire life.” You watched Taehyung sigh disappointedly. Then, he reached for his phone, “My mum sent me a video of him, do you wanna see?” 

Before he finished his sentence, you snatched his phone. “My baby!” You excitedly gasped.

As you scroll through Taehyung’s camera roll, he noticed the absurdity of this scene. You two were in a strip club after he nutted inside you like a horny teenager a few hours ago; and now you were in his lap, looking at his puppy’s video, promising to fuck him again later in the night after he refused a fricking lap dance from a stripper. 

To be very honest, any touch you would give him felt a hundred times better than any lap dance a woman can give him. Even your slightest bounce as you laughed, throwing your head over his shoulder made him feel incredible— more than Jungkook who was groaning like a dog in heat at the corner.

“Omg, can he be quieter?” Taehyung groaned, his face was in pure disgust. You didn’t realise how loud Jungkook was until Taehyung pointed it out. You also didn’t realise the thumping voice in your ear and your fast-beating heart. 

Jungkook's voice was…umm… interesting. He was the little brother that you loved endearingly, but he sounded sexy when one of the dancers rubbed herself onto him. You squeezed your thighs involuntarily, feeling aroused made you slightly uncomfortable. Thankfully, the room was dimmed to save your ass. However, Taehyung felt your shift on the meat of his thigh.

“Are you turned on, baby?” He asked, lips stuck next to your ears. “N-no— oh!” You were ready to deny it until Taehyung placed his hand on your lap. You immediately intertwine your fingers with him so he wouldn’t slip his fingers into you.

Taehyung laughed through his nose when you tried to engulf his hand with yours. “I bet you are dripping to my thigh, huh?” Taehyung whispered again. You were sitting on his one thigh, legs draped over the other thigh. 

“I-“ Taehyung shut you up when you opened your mouth to defend yourself. “Good, I want my babygirl to drip everywhere. Mhmm, I never want to wash my sheets because of you, baby.” His sinful mouth continues with a kiss on your neck. He bit on it too, Taehyung wanted to make sure he left bruises on you too. 

“Give me that neck, baby. Mhmm, that’s good. Who got that neck so red, already?” He murmured as you let your head hang behind. You closed your eyes involuntarily when he peppered up and down your neck.

“Oh, s-” Taehyung’s eyes dropped down to your neckline. Your beautiful tits were showing in the most gorgeous cleavage Taehyung had ever seen.

“Do you like my tits, Taetae?” You watched him salivate your boobs unashamedly. Taehyung’s nose let out a pathetic whine. “I want your big hands around them, Tae. Touch me…” You whispered into his ear. 

Taehyung’s eyes rolled back. He was back to the place he was previously on, the place where you ride him out making him cum in minutes.

You pushed your chest out; your right boob was already pressing onto him. Taehyung looked around if anyone was watching you. 

You scoffed, “Nobody cares about my tits here, Taehyung. We are literally around completely naked women.” Your voice didn’t reach Taehyung’s brain, but his hand slowly came around your left tit. He ran his fingers underside of your tit, around your ribs. You pressed yourself closer to him. 

Taehyung smirked but didn’t say anything. “I thought you loved my boobs. Touch t-” Taehyung halted your breathing when he grasped your entire boob in his one hand.

You moaned very loudly. “Ah, thatss– i–it.” You wrapped your one arm around Taehyung’s shoulder and pulled yourself closer to him. You rested your forehead on his temple.

“Taetae,” You whined which made Taehyung’s smirk grow. “Do you feel good, baby?” Taehyung’s eyes slightly looked up at you as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and index. This time you felt yourself drip heavily into your panties.

“Oh, are you gonna cum, baby? You would be such a babygirl if you came from my hand on your titties.” Taehyung laughed mercilessly. Your breathy gasps fully followed his finger squeezing your nipple. 

“Ughh, only I had these titties in my mouth…” You heard him grinding his teeth.

“Or around your cock?” You offered. Titty fucks were resigned for birthdays and celebrations only. It is what made Taehyung love having birthdays and getting a beautiful titty fuck from you after he ate his birthday cake.

 Taehyung growled with the numerous memories; he loved being rewarded like that. “Too bad we are in October, right?” You laughed when his hand slowed down with the squeezing and just held your boob.

“I want every day to be my birthday…” He kissed your neck.

“Eww, then you would be too old.” You joked while you ran your fingers through Taehyung’s hair. 

“Do you wanna share the dessert, Tae?” Jungkook yelled across the room while a girl with very long hair was entangled in his legs. You couldn’t understand how Jungkook could see Taehyung sucking at your neck, but surely it made you feel shamelessly more aroused.

“Mhmm, my menu is exclusive, Jeon.” Taehyung yelled back. “Let me take you home?” He whispered to you.

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You didn’t let Taehyung drive when he dug his way into your bag to find his car keys. “You are too tipsy to drive, Tae, sit back down.” You grasped the car keys from his hand.

“I knew this was all an act to get my car.” He shook his head to the side while he took his seat on the passenger side. 

“How did you know?” You gasped when getting in the car. The driver seat was pushed all the way back to accommodate Taehyung, but you looked very absurd. “Ah, I knew it…” He dramatically shook his head as you got yourself comfortable in your seat. 

“It is not as good as mine but guess we can work with it.” You shrugged carelessly. Taehyung's car was no more than a year old, a baby with absolutely luxurious seats and a design, also everything was ridiculously digital. It speeded more than you couldn’t stand even in movies and the seats were in very expensive leather that you felt so bad to stain with your arousal. 

“I apologise your highness.” Taehyung held his chest with a fake sad face. “It can be as good as Mini-Mo.” 

You shook your head, “Yes, never.” Your car, Mini-Moo, was a gorgeous Peugeot 106. He was only 5 years older than you and looked like a cow with scratches and bumps all over it. Not to mention its wonderfully strong engine. “He is the A-class.” You defended your car, after all, it saw all your mental breakdowns and cries at the university parking lot. 

“Yeah, like two decades ago.” Taehyung scoffed; it baffled him how you still hold on to that car.

“You know you can borrow mine anytime you wish, right?” He reminded you while watching your side profile highlighted by passing by street lights. He knew you drove a lot for conferences and that car wasn’t built for long rides. 

“Nothing is wrong with my car. Sam said it will serve me another 10 years.” You said. Sam was your friend from high school with whom mostly Jimin hung out. 

Taehyung shrugged, “I am just telling you.” He didn’t need to know you still talked to your high school friends. He didn’t like that Sam guy or any other friend from high school.

“Don’t worry. I only want your big dick from you and that’s all.” You laughed while turning to the left smoothly. Taehyung had a difficult time comprehending that you were here for his dick. He knew it, for years actually, but hearing this clearly and in this context made him realise you were just his fuck buddy.

He placed his hand on your thigh. He simply held you without insinuating anything and tried to keep his mood light. 

You drove silently to your house. For the first time, Taehyung experienced silence this night. It was great. The fact that it was adorned by your steady breathing was awesome. 

“Are you gonna park inside?” Taehyung asked. You nodded, “Yeah, my car is still at Sam’s garage.” Taehyung silently scoffed. What could it take so long for that dude to keep your car?

“Taehyung,” you sweetly asked him after pulling the handbrake. He turned his whole body to yours. You reached for him, your lips ghosting his immediately. “Do you mind parking for me, Mr Kim?” You faked a babygirly sound to amuse him. You would rather not park this half-million dollar worth of a car. 

“Mhmhm,” Taehyung murmured when he connected your lips. You kissed him back generously. Now, no other guy existed, only him. 

“You can do it yourself, baby.” He pulled back as he playfully rubbed your thighs. You followed his lips back immediately and connected them as if you didn’t hear him. Your hand came up to his nape to pull him to you. “Come on, Tae. Let’s go quickly.” You bit his bottom lip down and pulled it.

“Beg me,” He whispered at your playful tug, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Please, Tae…” But gladly would feed his kink. With new vigour, Taehyung tried to push his tongue inside your mouth. You giggled as Taehyung lost his patience. 

You got out of the car and watched him smoothly park. The cold air in the garage hit your bare legs and you felt the wetness between your legs. Taehyung got out of the car with flared nostrils, your bag still secured on his shoulder.

You bit your lip, “Looking good.” Your compliment earned you a big slap on your ass. “Don’t tempt me until we enter the house.” His strong jaw was accentuated as he clenched his teeth strongly. 

“Mhmm, babe…” You rubbed your face onto his cheek when you two got into an elevator. Maybe your touch could stop him from gritting his teeth. In total contrast, Taehyung’s whole body tensed and wrapped one of his arms around your body. “You’re so hot.” You rubbed his chest over his simple black t-shirt. His pecks calling your name to grab them. Taehyung smirked when you did, “Do you want me to grab a titty while we are in public?” He condescendingly asked. 

“You did that already. Also, we are in an elevator…” You shrugged. 

“There are cameras…” Taehyung warned and kissed the top of your hand. You sighed slightly disappointed. 

“Impatient girl…” He warned when you rose onto your tippy toes back to kiss him. He grabbed a fistful of your ass, “Be patient…” 

“You were just shoving your tongue into my mouth.” You opposed but stood silently next to him. “Yeah, that was in the privacy of our car.”

Taehyung let you open the front door and entered the house first. Your house felt so familiar, it had a mind-blowing, comforting smell that immediately swallowed him. Your house was quiet, a bit stuffy and warm… and it was homey.

As you walked to open the lights, Taehyung’s arm held you firm to your stance. “We don’t need to do that, right baby?” He asked as his warm body surrounded you easily from the back. He kissed your shoulders and nape while you shivered against his chest.

“What about dinner?” You meekly asked. Taehyung’s lips followed a trail to your ear, “I want to eat you…” Your knees buckled, and Taehyung held you stronger to his chest. “You could be my supper, mmhm?” He kissed your ear as his hands rubbed your stomach. He felt how tense your torso was. He wanted you to be calm, relaxed, and melt into a puddle in his arms. 

“What about a shower?” You asked. 

 “We can get dirty together…” He bit into your neck. 

 “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked raspily. You hummed slightly, head was thrown onto his shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He kissed under your ear as his hands came to caress your waist. He started on your hips and he rubbed up to your underarms. Then, his fingers caressed the under your boobs with a feathery touch. His hands always felt incredible. You squirmed when he fitted your chest into his palms.

Taehyung tried to pace himself, touching you this freely was like a sweet lullaby. He could easily lose track and end up rubbing your tits for hours. He continued to stroke down to your hips and up to your back a few times before he decided to take your dress off. 

The black dress was simply pooled around your ankles after his hands opened the zipper with one fluid motion. Right then, you remembered how he struggled on the night of your high school graduation years ago. His hands were inexperienced, and his needy whines and giggles made him cute and attractive. The 19-year-old Taehyung was the same as today. His ragged breath was still here, yet his hands handled you like he was made for you.

Taehyung noticed your dreamy smile, teeth showing, eyes closed. He couldn’t help himself press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You are so smiley, baby. Are you happy that you got me all to yourself?” He pushed your ass to his crotch. 

You tried to kiss back, “You were always mine.” You lied. He wasn’t always yours, but believing that he was yours is enough for you.

“Let’s go to the bed…” He whispered which you opposed with a shrug. He looked at you confused, “Finger me here.” 

Taehyung’s eyes pulled to the sides; he was trying to match your playfulness level. “What?” He asked as if he didn’t understand. 

You shrugged, “You said anything I want. So, I want you to finger me right here, right now.” You said as you pulled him in front of you, wrapping your arms around his waist. Taehyung looked around your hallway, he was pleased. “Wait here.” He said with a playful tone. 

You watched him walk down the hallway to your bathroom. Taehyung didn’t even bother to close the door. He simply turned on the tap and started washing his hands– all while looking at himself through the mirror. He was so full of himself. 

“Quickly! Or I’ll start before you.” You leaned through the front door as you mindlessly threw your heels away. The cold metal of the front door was irking but you knew that Taehyung could make you burst into flames in seconds.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at you while he walked back. “You are so bratty all of a sudden.” His voice almost echoed in your hallway… or your brain.

“I am so horny that’s why!” You talked back even brattier. “Aww, baby…” He faked a pout as he pressed you flat to the door. “What should I do about that, huh?” His sweet-spicy cologne filled your senses. “Fuck me!” You meekly asked. Taehyun groaned, pressing onto you harder.

“Make me cum at least once before you suffocate me.” You teased breathlessly. That’s when Taehyung pulled his body weight on you, and you breathed out right onto his face. It still baffled him how easily he could command your moves, and it turned him on.

“How bad you wanna cum, baby?” He asked you while you caressed his biceps and shoulders. They always felt good under your touch. Whenever you squeezed them, Taehyung couldn’t help flexing his muscles. It amused you. After all these years he still had the urge to prove to you how manly he was.

“So bad…” Taehyung let an inner squeal. You were in the mood tonight. You played into his game, your pouted lips made Taehyung’s teeth sizzle. He wanted to bite into your sweet lips.

“Tell me how bad, baby.” Taehyung ran his hand through your hair and held them gently. He brought your head up and lowered himself towards you. “Tell me how much you want my dick, kitten.” He connected your foreheads. 

You waited a few seconds to see if he could say please, but the only thing you got was an impatient growl from his throat. “I want you so bad, Tae… All day I wanted you…” You confessed slowly as his nose played with yours. 

Taehyung smirked at your honesty and connected your mouths. Both of you sighed when your tongues connected. You tasted bitter alcohol faintly; he tasted the remains of your chocolate-flavoured lipstick.

He tilted his head to the side and gave you the best French kiss you’ve ever gotten. His thick tongue always filled your mouth with such desire that made you a dripping mess. Your hands continued to caress and squeeze Taehyung’s shoulders. 

“Mhmm, talk to me more, baby. How do you want me, mhm?” He loved to hear your dirty confessions. “Did you touch your pussy while I was performing, huh? Rubbed that little clit…” Taehyung groaned. 

He really wanted to take things slow, but still he couldn’t stop his hands from groping your ass.

“I did, Tae…I touched myself in your dressing room.” Nope, you didn’t do that… tonight, but it was something you would totally do.

“Fuck, I know you are a fucking slut for me.” He groaned, biting your neck harshly. “I fucking smelt your cunt when I walked into the room. It smelt exactly like my little slut. Oh, baby.” He cooed your cheeks. “I didn’t take good care of you, right?” 

His words drove you absolutely mad as you tugged at this shirt, you were yearning for that smooth golden skin against yours. 

“Mhmm, my little baby… I thought you wanted my fingers.” He tried to detach from you but you were so eagerly holding him. “Just kiss me-” Taehyung connected your lips with yours. Your back flat on the door, “Shirt off.” You mumbled between the kisses. Taehyung grinned against your lips, “You are so demanding.” He pulled his shirt off in a second and felt you throwing his shirt to the ground. Then, your hands came up to grope his skin. You did touch every inch of his skin, sliding your hand up and down on his chest, and shoulder, feeling every fibre of muscle.

“Do I feel good, baby?” Taehyung silently waited for you to finish feeling him up as your lips started to follow your fingers. When you decided your first attack was going to be his sensitive nipples, Taehyung took charge.

He ripped your hands off of him and held your wrists over your head. “Naughty girl…” He hissed through his clenched teeth. You felt yourself gushing out a bucket of juice to your thighs. “You like playing with my nipples, huh? You are so spoiled, Y/N.” He gently squeezed your wrists when you tried to escape his hold. 

Taehyung kissed your cheek in the same gentle manner, “You know I will never trap you, baby. Tell me if you don’t like it, okay?” He rubbed the sides of your wrists and placed a smooch on your upper arm. 

“Taehyung, I have been a good girl for you…” You whined, ah, you missed him so much. 

He held your wrists with his one large hand and freed his other hand to caress you wherever he wanted. Now, you were deprived from touching him and he had his way with you. 

Taehyung chuckled, “I know, baby. I am gonna reward you now.” Your breath hitched when Taehyung rubbed your thighs with his large hand. “I’ll do everything you want, my pampered, spoiled baby.” He brought his knee in between your legs. You hissed at the sticky feeling. 

“Baby…” You tugged your wrist impatiently. “Make me cum.” You ordered.  Taehyung hummed at your eagerness. He broaden his stance on the ground, with the way you were clinging to him, he was sure two of you would trip over. 

“Mmph!” The loss of his thigh under your cunt was frustrating. How could he dare to your sweet, comforting pressure from your weeping cunt. Your frustration was Taehyung’s amusement. 

“You are so spoiled.” He chuckled as his fingers brushed through your inner thighs. “You rubbed off everywhere…” Taehyung sighed at the wet feelings of your thighs. “You are so messy for me, baby. Perfect for me…” He kissed your neck and pressed you onto the door.  “Good girl… Now take my fingers.” He slowly but surely worked one of his fingers inside. You shakily breathed out. “Little wet cunt for me…” Taehyung groaned to himself. “It is all mine… made for me.” 

You giggled out of the pleasure he gave you. Taehyung’s throat hitched as you blessed him with your laugh. “You are right where you belong Taetae…” You kissed his chin sloppily, “In between my legs, right where you belong with your fingers in me…” You cockily said. Taehyung knew what you were trying to do.

Taehyung chuckled, “Is that so, baby?” He plunged his finger deeper and that alone was enough to get you to moan. “I wouldn’t disagree.” His eyes gleamed with eagerness. 

He loved spending time with you, being with you alone whether it was for sex or not. You clearly yearned him for sex, but Taehyung simply loved waking up next to you too. Sometimes, you serving him dinner to him had more effect on him than you riding his dick all day. It is not that he didn’t like it when you made yourself cum on him so many times. He loved your relationship, all the sexy bits were beyond amazing. However, he found himself craving your emotional domestic side too. He wanted to belong to you. He often wanted you to care for him like he was your partner. There would be rare moments where you would forget your fuck buddy status and act like a proper couple. Those rare moments had always ended up with an ache in Taehyung’s heart.

“Tae! My arms are going numb.”  Your whiny scream and needy hips pulled Taehyung out of his spiral. Taehyung shook his head and cleared his throat. He released your arms, “Mhmm, sorry babe.” He really needed to focus on you. You, you, you. His fingers were still in you. He was in you. He was you.

“Fuck me…” You whimpered, hips working up to his hands. “Damn, you are slow today.” Your breathy giggle mocked him. In return, Taehyung moved his finger gently up to your inner walls. Only a few centimetres deeper and he could find your sweet spot. But why would he give you what you crave so easily?

“Such a warm cunt…” Taehyung’s low voice vibrated as he tried to squeeze another finger in. “Ah, yes!” You sighed as his fingers gently scissored you. 

“You need to be stretch nicely, right baby?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded while Taehyung watched you bite your bottom lip.

“Hmhmm, yes… Tae! More! Deeper!” Your poor attempts to grind yourself ended up being fruitless as Kim was excellent at commanding your pleasure.

“Why don’t you give it to me?” You tried your luck at crying, but Taehyung gave you his fingers teasingly. “You said everything I wanted!” 

Taehyung chuckled, “Yeah?” With a slight change of angle, Taehyung reached your sweet spot. His hands knew what to do. Not that you let him do any tricks on you. You easily let him guide you to orgasm. 

“You are dripping to the floor, baby.” He gasped as your juices dripped down to his wrist. You groaned, holding your knee up so that he could have a better angle. “I- fucking love it when you are like this, baby. Oh, so wet for me…” Taehyung continued fucking you wholeheartedly.

You squeezed your thighs closed momentarily as he hit your sweet nerves. “No, no, no. Keep them nice and open for me…” Taehyung warned you. You shook your head no but opened them when his free hand caressed your thigh. 

“Good girl. Now, focus on my fingers.” He ordered and continued giving you calculated fucks. He didn’t go too fast, he knew it would be too much and hurt you. 

“F-fuck… I love this pussy.” He sucked his spit in. “So soft…” His finger went a bit deeper and you hissed. 

He chuckled, pressing his lips to your ear. “So creamy too. Can you hear it?” He whispered. Your pussy was squelching with every move of his long fingers. Taehyung gave you a few fast thrusts to make a louder nose. 

You shied away from his face when the obscene sound filled the little space between him and you. “It-s cr-eamy becau-se of your cum.” You whined out. It wasn’t too long ago that he came into you.

Taehyung cursed, “Fucking mine…” With his free hand, he tapped your clit as if he spanked you. 

You jolted with the buzz. “Made it mine… I came in it… Fuck, you are clenching around my fingers, baby. Do you like it when I fuck you like my fleshlight? Dump my cum into you and make you sit like that.” You were making him lose his mind. 

“Tae!” You yelped, your back arched a few times and squeezed his hands with your thighs. “Fuck!” Taehyung bucked his hips up to you. “You are dripping down my hand, baby…” Taehyung looked down at his hand. His fingers, wrist, and bracelets were drenched with your juices. Right then your breath hitched with a sweet undertone that Taehyung recognised by heart. Your gorgeous orgasm was folding right before his eyes.

“Oh, there you go… Cumming so prettily for me. There you go, ride my fingers, baby.” He encouraged you while kissing the side of your forehead and cheeks. He hissed when you shake a few times as he gently continued to fuck you through your high.

“You came on my watch, baby.” He chuckled so dirty. “Did you squirt?” He cooed your face with his nose. You gulped, eyes tiredly closed. “I guess not? I- I just came too much… I’m sorry f-or your watch.” 

Suddenly Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with a naughty idea, “I will accept your apology if you cum on me too…” and pulled you towards your couch. 

He kicked off all the decorative useless pillows. He sat down on the soft couch all while having an iron grip on you. 

“T-taehyung! How- where should I-?” You asked as he pushed and pulled you like a doll. “Sit on my lap. No, the other way around, like I am your chair.” Your head was still dizzy so you let him figure out the position. “Have my leg between your legs. Lay your back on my chest. Don’t hiss I just wanted to grab a titty.” He whined when he not-so-smoothly touched your nipple. 

You sat on his left thigh. He easily captured you in his broad frame, his long arms pulled your legs up and spread them. Your cunt was exposed. “I will finger you again and you will cum on my jeans, okay? You will wet them.” Just before you could whine about how unnecessary this was, he gave you a firm spank on your clit. 

“If you don’t wet my jeans with your cum, I won’t give you my dick at all, okay? I will make you watch me touch myself.” Taehyung's voice was naughty, challenging and most importantly serious. You had no doubts that he could make you do everything he wanted. He gave your exposed cunt another tap before you could oppose. 

“Ahh, stop spanking me… How can you even see my clit?” You pouted but your hips chased his hands. 

You were right. He wasn’t able to see your cunt, he didn’t need to see it to find your clit. He was very accustomed to your gorgeous sex, he imagined more than a few rounds during a busy week to get himself to cum. But from this position, he had wonderful access to your boobs.

“Tae. You said I will get everything I want. I don’t wan-t to be teased… Please.” You squirmed in his lap. Your body needed to face him but his strong grip on your thighs kept you spread and on top of his meaty thigh. “I don’t tease you, baby. Look, I’ll give you my fingers back…”

He did what he said and inserted his two fingers inside you. No matter how much you feel aroused and stretched, having his fingers enter you always made your insides flutter. “I don’t tease my Y/N, right?” He babied you with his pouty lips. 

You rode up on his thigh, chasing his fingers away because you were too sensitive. 

Taehyung chuckled at your overwhelmed state. He loved playing with you with his fingers because it got you secretly more aroused than his dick ever did. He knew you loved getting dicked down by him, but something about getting fingered was so lewd, especially when he could whisper into your ear like this.

“I only want you to cum on me so that I can smell like you all the time, baby. I want to carry your scent when I work, huh? You would love that, especially when you can show Laura and other girls that you own me…” Taehyung knew your body’s weak spots AND your mind’s.

You immediately whined out, clenching his fingers with unmatched vigour. “Mhmm?” Taehyung moaned. “I-i-i…” You couldn’t finish your words.

“I want to take your panties with me again. Put them in my pocket to have a part of you with me while I work. You know that I think about your soft body during all those meetings… about how sexy it is…” Taehyung fucked you through his words while you just leaked out buckets of arousal. He only gave you just enough stimulation to excite that little spot.

You hissed at his confession. “Oh, fuck! Fuck… Tae…” 

“Does my baby like hearing my secrets? Do you like that you turn me on like a horny teen?” He groaned when you claw his forearms. He is too slow for your racing mind. “Taehyung, baby, please…” You begged, his fingers were impossibly long.

“You are dripping baby, good job…” He kissed your head. “Fuck, you are so tight on me, Y/N. You gonna swallow my hand…” He darkly chuckled. “As if you could fit my hand… I can’t fist this tiny pussy, hmm?” He cooed you as you threw your head back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, look at these tits.” Taehyung grabbed your breast as his fingers caressed your front wall. “I wanna have them in my mouth so bad… suck on them…” Taehyung chuckled when you furrowed your brows. He slowed down again to make sure you leaked more for him. 

Taehyung held your nipple between his thumb and first finger and gently pinched them. Then, he tsked, “No milk coming from these, baby.” Taehyung rasped against your ear. His biggest soft spot was your breasts and how they feel against his palms and how soft they were and how he could make them filled with milk. The thought of it was enough to make him orgasm. 

“No?” You dug your fingers into his forearms as you held him in place. “No milk… I could make them make milk for me, huh? Would you like that?” He chuckled. “P-please, l-let me c-cu-mm. I beg-” 

Taehyung’s laugh only grew larger and fuller, “You’re such a slut…” He squeezed your tit. With his hold on your breasts, you rode up to his thigh. He bit down your earlobe and spoke with a low groan. “Whose slut are you, baby?” 

You whimpered in his arms, “Y-yours! Yours, Taetae…” His cute nickname was still there despite he was fucking you to another dimension.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name!” Taehyung decided to give you your much-needed orgasm. He couldn’t gauge whether you could squirt as you have already given him enough juice that he could swim in it.

“Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung!” You chanted his name as Taehyung brought you high. You anticipated that he would stop again but his fluffy heart granted you a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Cum for me, my sweet girl… Ssh, don’t hurt yourself. Let it go… Oh shit.” He helped you through your orgasm as you convulsed. As he expected you didn’t squirt, you rather leaked your orgasm out poorly. 

You breathed out so heavily in Taehyung’s warm arms. All that labour to get you ecstasy was apparent on Taehyung’s sweaty body. He kept you tight in his arms, and let your body go jelly. Your head was on his shoulder, head tipped back. He placed a kiss on your cheek, nudging your nose with his.

“Oh, fucking yes… You soaked through me, baby…” His low, teasing voice was making your empty, tired hole quiver.

“Y-you ar- cr-azy.” You hissed. His entire thigh down to his knee was drenched in your juices. “Y-you literally made me pee on you! Tae!” You picked yourself up but your arms were too weak to carry you. He helped you and scoop your legs up. With his other helpful tug, you sat cross on his lap, still in shock of your much-delayed orgasm.

“I fucking wish you would actually pee on me, baby.” Taehyung caressed your knee as you rubbed your face to his nipple. 

“You are so weird…” You mewled. Taehyung’s limits were a lot higher than yours.

“I will fucking lick the sweat off your skin, Y/N. Stop being so shy!” He scolded you while his tongue licked your fingers covering your face.

“Tae…” You tiredly laughed.

“Oh look who is tired right now? Look who just came so quick and fell tired…” He said just the way you did.

“It’s different!” You tried to defend yourself but his arms cradled you like little baby. 

“How is that different, kitten?” Taehyung, again, mimicked your pout as you rub your face carelessly to his chest like a cat.

“Because I am your princess!” Taehyung was sure he spoiled you rotten. 

Taehyung released a chuckle from his chest as you let your head rest on his pecs.  With every breath bubbling on his chest, you felt your stress melt away. You looked up, his boxy smile was present on his face. He was so handsome…

Taehyung’s smile only grew larger when you planted a kiss on his chin. Then to his jaw. Taehyung’s mouth seemed to be shut as you carefully ran your hand through his hair. You kissed around his face quite a bit, he got some innocent kisses on his cheeks, some dirty ones on his jaw. “You know I was only joking earlier, right? You can cum whenever you want and it’s fine. I want you to feel good so… don’t feel pressured to last long.” You needed Taehyung to know you were fine. Taehyung’s lips curled up, “I know, baby. I was just-…” He tried to explain when you shut him up with a kiss. “I know, baby. You are crazy for me...” You babied him as he rolled his eyes at your words.

When your lips landed on his soft ones, you were absolutely captured by his attractive aura. You felt your heart squeeze when Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and pull you to face him. He pressed you onto his chest and his neglected crouched down. You kissed him for a bit, sucked his spit from his tongue and licked your lips as if he was your chocolate cake. “You tasty…” You mumbled when his tongue slipped out from your mouth. He grinned stupidly when you pulled him by the face. 

“A few mor- please.” You whispered into his plush lips. “Give your tongue back to me…” You whined as Taehyung felt your hands pull his hair. Oh, how sweet and horny you were.

You whined and invaded his mouth until you caught his tongue. Taehyung fucking lost every time you sucked on his tongue. It was so filthy and it made him feel like a fucking king when a clean freak like you licked all over his mouth.

Taehyung’s jeans stuck to his skin when your wetness started to dry. “Where do you wanna take this?” He asked when your fingers tickled the button of his jeans. “To shower or to bed?” 

You acknowledge him with a hum. Your fingers lingered on him a few more seconds after you made a rightful decision. “Shower… after I catch my breath.” You let yourself face deep into his neck. Taehyung hummed while caressing your back.  “Okay, baby…” He murmured and cuddled you until you decided it is time for the shower. 

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> next: part3 rush: bed

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3 rush: bed   recommendation: i’m mad & you’re mine |

Best Dad-dy (smut) Kim Taehyung x reader

Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life. 

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader  

summary: Taehyung proves that he is the best dad. 

rating: 18+, flufffy fluff, smuttty smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: DILF TAEHYUNG, Taehyung being a great dad, unprotected sex, a minor breeding kink, name calling, as always Taehyung speaks dirty. 

word count: 10.5K

A/N1:  First of all, IT IS A SHAME THAT THERE IS NOT ENOUGH DAD!TAEHYUNG FIC. WE MUST BE ASHAMED OF OURSELF.

A/N2: Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N3:  If you like to check my other work, here is my masterlist filled with Taehyung smut. 

If you like this, you will LOVE Norway, and you will like i’m mad and Spoiled. 

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Your little boy ran towards his daddy’s car. It was impressive how he could recognise it in the middle of a semi-closed garage. “Appa,” the little boy called. 

“Is Appa there?” You followed him to the back of the car while your son shook his head on the verge of crying.

Your beautiful son Daehyung had a fever and spent the weekend mostly in bed with his father. You weren’t calm as you thought you would be and quickly called Taehyung’s mum to visit you. She was ever-lovely and soothed you in your worries. It was very normal for your little baby to get sick as he started to walk and play at the park. Despite all that, you were eager to check his temperature every hour and watch him all night. 

Taehyung wasn’t much different. He tried to look calm for you, but he was quite worried. Daehyun, being the dad’s best boy, only stopped crying in Taehyung’s arms; so two of your precious boys spent all weekend cuddling.

It was Monday now. Taehyung was at work, so this morning had started with a crying disaster as your son wanted his father. He had spent all morning running in the house with Yeontan on his side to look for his father. Poor Yeontan just stuck to the baby’s side, but quickly gave up and fell asleep in his corner.

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