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Norway (Taehyung smut)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: You and Taehyung travel to a cabin in Norway

rating: 18+, smutty smut.

genre/warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, !idoltae, secret relationship, dom taehyung but he somewhat acts like a sub to please the reader once again, slight teasing, breast play, fingering, Tae gets his dick sucked for a second, cock riding, breeding kink, some spit kink, dirty talk, praising, pet names (baby, kitten, baby girl), shower sex, did i mention breast play, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), breeding kink, mentions of oral  reader is violinist (it is briefly mentioned)

word count: 19K

A/N: this was written after a fever dream so it is not edited. also i will try to add a very badly crafted moodboard to see what Taehyungs imagined whilst writing this. This can be read own its own. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming and my masterlist. I am open for suggestions and criticism as long as you are kind. Take care!

Note to myself: don’t write things at 3 am

It was a cold day in Norway. You and Taehyung just arrived at your destined house for the next five days. The small winter cabin belonged to your father’s friend, and it had a modern style. Everywhere was covered in snow, and it was dead silent. Exactly what you wished for Taehyung: a winter wonderland away from everyone else.

Taehyung was standing right next to you. His large hands held yours while standing tall in his oversized black coat. Normally, he would help the chauffeur take your suitcase out; but he was surprised, gasping loudly. You didn't see his face clearly as he was wearing a black hat and a scarf.

“Are you excited, baby?” You asked him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t believe you,” He excitedly nodded and then took your luggage from the chauffeur. Both of you packed only one joint bag for this get-away. 

You were already sure that you weren’t going to wear anything by the way Taehyung held you for the whole car ride. He was all touchy-touchy. 

“There will be security all the time at the gate. Please enjoy your time, mademoiselle.” The chauffeur said quickly and left.

You tugged Taehyung’s arm and climbed the stairs to the big door, “Let’s see the inside.” The snow on the staircase was already shovelled; however, it was all slippery. “Be careful, babygirl.” He whispered under his mask, arm around your waist. 

“Where did I put the keys?” You said to yourself whilst checking your pockets. Taehyung came closer as both of you stood in front of the large black door. You opened up your jacket to check your cardigan’s pocket. Meanwhile, Taehyung was getting impatient. He was pushing his chest to your back, subtly grinding against you. 

“I’m sure Mr Lambert’s noisy neighbours are watching us, baby” You warned Taehyung to take his hand off you. “Hmm? Then, let’s put on a show.” He groaned behind you. 

When you entered the house, warm air hit your body. Taehyung was already taken over by the interior design of the cabin. It wasn’t really his taste, but his reaction seemed positive.

 You rolled the suitcase in and took off your large snow boots. The cabin became much warmer than you anticipated, so extra clothes needed to go now. There was a small storeroom next to the entrance so you quickly tuck your stuff away. Taehyung, on the other hand, was already wandering around.

The cabin was quite small compared to its neighbours. The kitchen and living room were joint. The black marbled kitchen was suitable for a max three-person. The island counter cut the room into two sharply, and it had goodies for your precious get-away with your boyfriend. The kitchen also had a small dining table next to the large windows that displayed what seemed like an infinity of snow piles. The living room consisted of a large brown couch, the same brown wooden coffee table and a large TV hanging above the electronic fireplace. The carpeting was an old reddish colour and soft under your feet. 

“Baby,” your boyfriend sighed and engulfed you in his arms. He didn’t speak further as you could understand him without words. He picked you up and squeezed you against the rough material of his jacket. You chuckled at his enthusiasm, “Let’s check upstairs too.” Taehyung planted you on the ground and got rid of his thick outer garments. You eyed him up while he took of two-layer of jackets. “Uhh, I love it when you strip for me, baby” You joked and hung his jackets next to yours. He smacked your ass, grinning.

“I want to carry you upstairs, kitten.” his voice dropped an octave, and his hand gripped your asscheek he had just smacked. You shot a smile to his naughty undertone. “I love it when you man-handle me.” you wrapped your arm around his neck, and he swept you over your feet. 

Then, he climbed the carpeted stairs to reveal the large bedroom with earthy tone furniture. The wall across the bed had tall windows— just like the living room— so the room looked very bright and spacious. The king-size bed was facing the tall windows. It had a brown bed frame and nightstand— they all matched the coffee table in the living room. There was a small dresser with a night lamp and diffuser on it. The other stairs were most likely went to the closed terrace. Also, there was a white door just ahead of the stairs, which was probably the bathroom.  

You finished inspecting the room before your boyfriend. “Do you like your surprise, Taetae?” you placed your forehead to his right cheek, his arms still were carrying you. Your boyfriend sighed, “I love it. Darling, thank you so much.” he said.

You held his left cheek and kissed his tender lips. He hummed into the kiss, revving your engine. You could feel his arms flexing; probably started hurting too. You gently tugged his arms and planted yourself up again. However, his lips never left yours, kissing you timidly without going too extreme. You held on to this nape, encouraging him boldly. Taehyung took your lead and pressed you against his crotch. Despite his pressure on your waist, his lips glided gently as if he was thanking you. He let you set the pace and generously kissed you whilst humming and groaning.

You were first to draw yourself back. His lips followed you back, but you petted his chest. “Happy birthday, Taehyung.” There were 10 days until his birthday. But due to his busy schedule, you always celebrated his birthday early.

 He grinned largely and planted another kiss on your lips. “This is our time, just you and me.” You looked at him for reassurance. You held on to his biceps for balance and rose on your tippy-toes to cover his face with kisses. “I want you to relax, baby. Let’s stop worrying about work, okay?” 

He gave you his boxy smile.“I hope you have things planned to stop me from worrying.” 

As his fame started to take over the world, it was easy for him to fall into depression. 

“Of course,” you giggled to keep the mood up. “Grocery shopping, cooking, baking, wine tasting, decorating the Christmas tree, doing face masks, playing box games are in our plans. Also, we have a jacuzzi that we can fill with any time you wish.” As you listed the possibilities, Taehyung rubbed his chin. “Lastly, we have a bed and a lot of free time,” you spoke quietly. “We can do whatever you wish, Taetae.” You summed up.

Taehyung bit off his bottom lip seductively and whispered to your ear. “What if I want my promised striptease show?” You shivered. He kept holding you, 

“What if I want your cute ass to grind on me? I’ll sing for you, mhmm just how you like it. Will you let me spoil you too babygirl?” His large arms gripped your sides and turned you around. You felt his strong chest expand as he breathed deeply. “Ma-maybe.” You said shyly. 

His right hand held your throat, not too hard, but enough to assert his dominance and his left hand pushed your ass to his crotch. You squirmed, holding on to his right wrist. “I will do it.  I will do anything for you.” You uttered as his lips found your ears. 

“I know you will, kitten. You are so good for me.” Taehyung sucked your earlobe. “Baby,-” you sighed, trying to grasp his hair. However, you were too short to do anything other than squirm against his chest.

Taehyung wanted to suck down to your neck, but you were a bit short for him to do that. He needed to crouch down to kiss your delicious neck; however, it meant that he could grind you to him. “My short girl,” he whispered. You could sense his smiling face. 

“I am not short,” You said back. “I am quite the average.” Taehyung chuckled whilst holding you. He ABSOLUTELY adored your height. “Nah, you are way above the average. ” he turned you back and held your cheeks in his hands. His brown eyes gleamed with love and compassion.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” His eyes examined your face as if it were an artwork. You scoffed and hid your face to his chest. “Says the most handsome man in the world. Liars go to hell, Mr Kim.” 

“Well, I am in paradise with my angel. So I am certainly telling the truth.” He playfully spun you around a few times. Your giggle harmonised with his low laugh. “You are the love of my life, baby.” He kissed your forehead. As always you found peace in his arms and let him squeeze you.

♯♯♯

You put away the groceries as your handsome boyfriend got out of the shower with his hair still wet. He had a towel on his shoulder and a hairdryer on his hands. He looked snuggly with grey sweatpants and a t-shirt on. After your little cheesy moment in the bedroom, both of you left for a grocery store run. Taehyung insisted on driving the car —probably to boost his testosterone levels. Of course, you didn’t let the unique moment go wasted and took a bunch of pictures. Being the sexy model he is, Taehyung posed for you while he drove. During the 20 min drive, your ovaries were salivating all over him.

In the grocery store, he pushed the trolly around nonchalantly and enjoyed your domestic side. He watched you when you carefully examined the two pasta brands —in the end, you opted for a gluten-free Italian brand from Gragnano, “I have been there, it is a beautiful town,” you added. Then, he watched you contemplate which wine you wanted. “Taetae,” you said. “Do you want Bordeaux that will go so well with the steak or Frascati?” You showed two bottles to him. “Let’s get both, kitten.” He simply found the middle ground by adding both of them to the card. You quietly moaned as a response, “Oh yes, Daddy! That’s the answer I want to hear!” Taehyung smiled at you fondly.

  Both of you didn’t encounter many people since it wasn’t even noon. Only a few old people occasionally passed by. Still, Taehyung didn’t dare to take off his mask.

Everything went swimmingly until you left him to get two large pieces of salmon. Taehyung wasn’t very far away. He could still hear your sweet voice. The thing that made him annoyed was how the fisherman subtly flirted with you. 

Taehyung knew that you could take care of unwanted attention; however, his blood boiled as the guy over the counter showed you an ell a bit too close. Taehyung noticed your discomfort and immediately stepped in. He wrapped his arm around your waist in a protective manner. “Did you find some salmon, baby?” Your hands instinctively found his abdomen, subtly feeling up his firm body; maybe the two of you were a bit too handsy, yet Taehyung didn’t care. “Do you want to get an ell? I am not sure if I can cook it, but we can try…” You pointed. Taehyung shook his head, “No, darling. Only salmon will do.” He kissed your forehead and took the packaged salmon from the guy. “Let’s check the snack aisle, baby.” He locked your hands and pushed the trolly away from the fish aisle. The fisherman couldn’t understand the two of you, but Taehyung was sure that he had his message across.

 In the snack aisle, you hugged him from the back and told him that he was THE snack in the market. He gave you a boxy smile under his mask when you tried to kiss his neck.

 The rest of the shopping journey went pretty smoothly. Taehyung insisted on paying for the groceries even though you were using the joint card. Then, he tried to impress you by carrying all the bags to the car. When he did, you gave him a big kiss on the lips in return, a smack on his ass too.

  When you arrived back at the cabin— it was around 1 pm—, Taehyung took a shower alone —much to his despair. While he was in the shower, you marinated the chicken in a chili-honey sauce and washed off some greens to make a salad later.

Now, he was hugging your frame from behind and looking over your shoulder. “Dry your hair, Taetae.” You kissed his cheek that was next to your head. He groaned and stretched his arms up, making sure that his crotch touched your ass cheeks. “Why don’t you help me, kitten?” 

His exhaustion was kicking in. You didn’t blame him. Right after his last meeting finished, you chucked him into a car and flew him here. “Of course, my sweet baby.” 

This holiday was his time to be pampered, so you immediately gave in. You dried your hands to your shirt hand and took a seat on the large couch. He sat on the floor between your legs quietly and let you handle his hair. “I think dark hair suits you the best, baby.” you brushed through his subdued curls. You couldn’t see Taehyung’s expression as his back was facing you. “You say that with every hair colour.” 

“Well, I like your natural hair the best.” You repeated but quickly admonished yourself. “No, I think I like the light brownish-grey hair the best, the one in the DNA era.” This was an ongoing discussion that you had about Tae’s hair. “No, no,” Taehyung laughed at your debate and caressed the leg that you have just thrown over his shoulder. “I will say the blue or the mint one?” You scoffed loudly as if this was a serious matter. “Okay, okay. My favourite is light brown hair from the MIC Drop era.” You explained to him and turned on the hairdryer.

Taehyung knew why you ended up with the MIC Drop era. It was the era that you both started dating. His fatigue took a toll on him, or otherwise, he would tease you further. After a few minutes, Taehyung’s hair was mostly dry and puffy. You turned off the hairdryer and massaged his shoulders.

  “Do you want to take a nap, Taetae?” Taehyung turned his face to you and nodded. “I want to cuddle.” 

Oh my god, he looked like a 4 years old toddler. “I will grab our blanket and we will cuddle, okay?” You asked him, further pampering your handsome man-baby. You quickly got up and ran upstairs. 

The first three months of you and Taehyung dating was burdensome. He couldn’t tell his hyungs about you because he was so scared of losing you due to the company’s rules. So, either you went on secret dates in parks or he came over to your house after Taehyung’s practices. 

The dates were always very simple. Mostly containing simple Korean dishes that you started to learn how to cook and cuddling sessions in your bed. Taehyung was mostly too tired to do anything. So, he just laid in your bed, arms tangled to you.

However, Taehyung always felt guilty about his tired state. You were worthy of going to beach dates, coffee dates, museum dates, but his job didn’t let him cherish you. The first time he took you on an actual date was a week after Valentine’s Day. It was a quite small walk around Han River at 3 am. You had frozen to crisps, but having the boxy smiley Taetae next to you was the biggest source of happiness. For the record, he held your hands all night and didn’t let you sit on the cold bench. Your other option for sitting was his delicious thighs so it was a good date. 

However, even the hottest man in the universe couldn’t warm you up properly and you had a terrible cold after that night. After you got sick, Taehyung bought you a huge blanket as a gift— which you kept with you anytime. Soon later, this blanket became travel essential for Taehyung to take away when he went overseas. It brought him comfort more than anything in the world. He hugged the navy blue blanket whenever he wanted you to hug him.

You dug through your backpack to get the soft blanket out. You heard a low grunt downstairs, “Ugh, it is heavy.” Taehyung’s low grunt filled the house once again. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you ran back downstairs to see your boyfriend pushed the couch in front of the large window. “Come here quickly, we gotta cuddle.” He mumbled like a baby again. You let out a big sigh, “You scared me,”. 

Taehyung tugged you next to him and placed his legs on the L shaped side comfortably. You wrapped your arms around his waist and threw your right leg over his. “Mhmm, amazing.” Taehyung groaned. You placed your head to his right shoulder, and you were ready for a cuddling session. “Baby, your shoulders are so comfortable. It makes me so sleepy.” You hid your face into his neck and smelt his cologne. You could feel sleepiness crawling into you as well.  “Mhmm, so comfy.” Taehyung held you close to his body, feeling your breath on his neck. “And you smell amazing.” You nuzzled your face whilst speaking. “So manly,” You couldn’t get enough of his minty-spicy body wash. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever, babygirl.” He held your right thigh that is on top of his legs and kissed your forehead. “Yeah? Aren’t you going to miss your Jiminie?” You gasped. You were hundred percent sure that Taehyung and Jimin will have a 40 min long Facetime tomorrow morning — damn you if you didn’t enjoy it. It was adorable.

“Ahhh,” Taehyung opposed. He loved how you and Jimin kept bickering about who likes Taehyung more. Both of you would argue about silly things, such as Taehyung’s deodorant brand, chapstick flavour, or message ringtones. During concerts —especially ones that are overseas— Jimin would send you a picture of Taehyung and say: “Your man is mine ;))”  

In return, you would sit on Taehyung’s lap to show your territory, or fondle him, or cook for him his favourite meals. All these competitions were for fun, of course. Neither of you ever pushed boundaries and made each other uncomfortable. It was a little game which Hoseok called “Who is Taehyung’s soulmate?”. 

You honestly thought Jimin is Taehyung’s soulmate. Jimin had a great part in Taehyung’s life. Their bond was way different from other guys’ relationships and you deeply respected it. Besides, you adored Jimin as a person as well.  

In return, Jimin thought of you the same. At first, he was sceptical, but seeing you and Taehyung go through numerous hindrances changed his mind. He was also absolutely baffled at your compassion towards Taehyung, how you left a promising career in your home country and built a new life in Korea. Now, Jimin could trust you with his soulmate— Taehyung— eyes closed. However, he needed time to accept his status as an old flame.

“Okay, okay, I will admit that he is your first wife.” You mimicked a sad face. Taehyung remembered the analogy that Namjoon put forth: Jimin was his first wife, you were his second wife, and Jungkook was the mistress. He laughed at the silliness of the three of you.

“No, you are my everything. I love you the most, babygirl.” He hugged your body and tugged you closer. Your hand found his cheek and made him face you. “I love you the most too, Taetae.” Taehyung felt his heart explode when you kissed him. After 3 years he still felt the same.

You kept lapping back his sweet and a bit sloppy kisses. He occasionally hummed into the kiss and tried to roll you on him. However, you resisted. He needed to sleep. “Darling, you should have a nap.” 

Taehyung on the other hand scoffed loudly. “Kiss me some more, baby.” He said pouting adorably. 

His cute bear face squeezed your insides. How could this man be flaming hot and overly cute at the same time? “Mhmm, just a couple of kisses.” You mumbled, bringing your lips closer to his. “Yes, just a few more.” He nodded.

Despite his eagerness, Taehyung was minutes away from falling asleep. So he let you shower him kisses all over his face and lay back next to him after.

“Now you need to take a nap and I’ll watch you sleep.” You fondled his cheeks and made yourself comfortable for the next 2 hours of quiet time. 

“Watching me sleep? That's not creepy, AT ALL.” Taehyung rolled his eyes while adoring the idea. He must admit, he watched you sleep too.

“Well, you still look handsome when you sleep so I can’t resist. You look like a little bear.” You pressed a kiss on the mole on his nose. “So cute,” This time you kissed his cheek as he gave you a boxy smile. He adored being babied by you. 

“Don’t let me sleep so long, okay? Just an hour and a half is enough.” Taehyung wanted to make sure because previously you let him have a five-hour nap. Then, he made himself comfortable on the couch. 

You listened to his breathing and felt his chest going up and down rhythmically. Taehyung’s long arms didn’t release you as he drifted into sleep, in contrast, he held you closer. This was a safe place for you. You drew your head a bit back to examine his gorgeous face. The first thing your eyes landed on was his sharp jawline. Your eyes followed along and found his lean lips and his cute mole. It took all power in you to stop yourself from kissing him. 

You noticed his subtle mustache, he looked extremely hot with his facial hair. You took a mental note to convince him to grow it out during your get-away. Your eyes scanned through his cheeks to his bangs in front of his forehead. Normally you would brush them away, but you let it slip for this time. His chest rhythmically rose and fell. When you thought he was asleep, his low voice jumped you. “Love,” he sounded so fragile.

 “Yes, darling?” Your arms were still around him, but you didn’t squeeze him as tight as before. You were just lying next to him and watching his peaceful face.

 “Can we hold hands?” Taehyung sniffed. You locked fingers with him and placed your leg on him again. He made a pleasing sound, and you didn’t hear from him for an hour. 

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Taehyung fidgeted as he felt kisses being pressed to his face. It took him a second to realise that he was away from his crazy life.

“Taetae,” your honey voice filled his ears. “Baby, you should wake up.” You kept kissing down to kiss jaw and column of neck. Taehyung smiled at the pleasant wake-up call. 

You saw his —almost shining— boxy smile and kept planting kisses. You mounted yourself on top of him with one smooth action. Now, you were laying on top of him. “Taehyung,” you called for him again.

“I don’t want to get up,” Taehyung murmured. And yet he spread his leg, and you placed yourself between them. “But we need to make dinner, darling. Aren’t you hungry yet?” You insisted, not that you were hungry. “Hmm, no, let me sleep more.” Taehyung acted like a small baby but you knew the way to wake him up.

“I can wake you up in 5 seconds.” You whispered against his lips. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered but stayed close. 

You took this as a challenge and rose on your knees. In one smooth motion, you took off your sweater and your beige bra. Meanwhile, Taehyung lied under you, completely unaware of anything. Then, you grabbed his wrists. “Let me,” you whispered as he let you control his hands. Without any teasing you made him grab your boobs, and gave him a bit theatrical moan. 

Taehyung’s eyes shot open in shock. You left his hands hanging on your tits, “You naughty, kitten.” He groaned at the sight of you. “Did you sleep well, darling?” you asked him, completely ignoring his state. As his eyes ogled on your boobs, you felt a heavy drip of slick to your panties. “Do you like what you see, baby?” You shook your boobs to the side, making them bounce slowly.

Taehyung thought he could die right there, at the sight of your supple tits. They filled his large hands so deliciously. As his primal brain took over Taehyung, he hardly remembered to be gentle. “Tae-” you writhed. His long fingers enveloped your tits and pushed them together. Taehyung’s mouth fell open, “I want to bury my face between your titties.” 

“Kitten, get up. I will have you lay down on the bed and play with your tits.” He patted your ass and lifted you. You shamelessly ran upstairs without waiting for him.

Taehyung laughed at your enthusiasm and quickly joined you in the bedroom. 

You lied on the duvet. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Get rid of the duvet, kitten. I don't want anything stopping me." 

Taehyung had enough experience where he is absolutely in the moment fucking you, and the stupid duvet is entangled to his leg. You quickly pulled the duvet and threw it on the floor. Taehyung chuckled again. “Aren’t you an eager slut that can’t wait to have her tits played?” He took off his fluffy jumper slowly.

You laid between two pillows and watched his mini striptease show. “Answer me,” Taehyung’s low voice filled the bedroom as he stood beside the bed. “Yes, yes.” You timidly said, looking at his tall frame.

Taehyung locked eyes with you whilst taking off his t-shirt. Your eyes immediately went down to his chest and abdomen. He darkly chuckled, “You know what-” His hands hesitated to pull down his sweatpants. “Come here, kitten”

You crawled over to him on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, hands automatically grazing his skin. Then, he kneeled in front of you. 

Now, he was on the level of your breasts, and you weren’t able to reach for his dick. Taehyung hummed and brushed his nose to your nipples. “This is the best stress reliever.” He whispered to you.

After kissing your lips briefly, his attention landed on what mattered to him the most at the moment. First, he kissed the swell of your boobs. He followed one stretch mark with his finger, humming. His experienced hands pushed your free tits up and watched the stretch mark disappear. “Thank you,” Taehyung whispered to your left boob. 

You looked down at him confused, “What?-” 

“I am talking to your boobs,” Taehyung looked up to your eyes. “Since when have you been a boob connoisseur?” You asked him giggling.

Taehyung smiled at your joke. “Since I met these beauties.” Then, he buried his face between your tits. He stayed there for a bit after going back to pressing sweet kisses.

“Thank you for growing so perfectly.” Right after he mumbled against your tits, Taehyung grazed his teeth where he just kissed. Your hands quickly went through his hair, pulling him harshly back. 

Taehyung groaned and pressed his face harder to your tits. Then, he held your left breast and kissed the soft nipple. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, so you let out a big sigh. “Does it feel good, baby?” Taehyung rolled your left nipple between his index and thumb while licking it. You groaned and arched your back to him. “Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You couldn’t control your hips from rolling as he wrapped his lips around the erect nipple. “Ahh, Taehyung,” He lowered himself more to look up to your eyes. You let out a long moan at the erotic scene. 

His dark eyes were so playful and dominating. He kept looking at you lewdly as he tried to take your whole boob into his mouth, toying your nipple with his tongue. 

As you stared at his lips expand, globes of slick dripped onto your panties. You probably had formed a river between your legs. You scoffed at his name, “Taehyung,” 

His lips release your boobs to latch on the other. “Taetae, your mouth feels so good.” You placed your right hand to his nape and held his forearm with the other as he devoured your left boob. He hummed and tried to stabilize your fidgeting figure. 

“Stop moving, babygirl,” his lips detached from your boob. You knew that he didn’t want you to fidget, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

“I can’t help,” you shrugged. 

“You can’t stop because you are so horny, right?” Taehyung whispered as he was afraid that somebody would hear him. 

“I’ll help my horny girl, now. Don’t worry.” He cooed at you and smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was fervent and messy. In 30 seconds of kissing him, you started to feel light-headed. 

As he bit down your bottom lip, your hands on his nape pulled him in. He couldn’t balance with your pull so both of you fell back to the bed. You didn’t mind and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands grabbed you everywhere. At your shoulders, back, legs; as if he wanted to be inside your skin.

You swiped your tongue against his teeth boldly, asking for entrance. “Give me your tongue, Taetae.” He smiled against your lips. 

“Do you like my tongue in your mouth?” He asked, and granted his tongue. You moaned and started sucking his tongue, drools dripping to your chin. You loved him messy and sticky. 

“Mhhm, let’s do something, kitten.” He pulled himself back and held your chin with his hand. He wouldn’t bring himself to be rough with you. Despite his intentions, he was handling you like a pampered babygirl.

 “Open your mouth for me,” He whispered. You blindly opened your mouth, trusting him fully. Taehyung smiled at your obedience. “Good girl,” he kissed the corner of your lips and then drew circles onto your cheek with his nose. Meanwhile, you waited for the treat. Maybe he would put his long fingers into your mouth, or he would put the meaty monster between his legs- oh god. 

“I want to spit in your mouth, baby,” Taehyung whispered, weighing your reaction with his caramel eyes. “Can I do it?” He innocently asked your permission as if your body didn’t scream yes already.

“Yes, yes, please-” You nodded your head and tried to kiss him. Taehyung didn’t let you close, he held you in place with his hand wrapped in your hair. “Please what?” Taehyung could hardly contain himself.

“Please, spit on my mouth. I need it, please.” Again, you aimed for his lips but the subtle pull on your hair stopped you. 

“Do you need it?” Taehyung chuckled slowly as he held your hair tighter. You moaned at the sweet sensation. “Yes, I need you to spit on my mouth.” You tried to grind yourself to him. Maybe then he could stop the teasing. 

“Keep your mouth open, kitten.” Taehyung’s hand let your hair and held the corners of your mouth. You closed your eyes in anticipation and waited for his sweet warm spit. To your surprise, the warm liquid slowly streamed from Tae’s chin to your mouth. As your lips came in contact with his chin, you closed your lips and moaned at the sweet taste. How could someone taste this good? You moaned at his familiar taste.

“Do you like it, baby?” The question was aimless after seeing your orgasmic face. 

“I love it.” Your breathy answer satisfied Taehyung and he continued kissing you. This time you tried to pull him on top of you; however, Taehyung knew better than that. He wanted to extend this lovemaking further.

“Get on top of me, please.” You cried while tugging him on you. There was no better feeling than Taehyung pressing on you. “Please, I need to feel you all.” Your breath hitched.  

As the tug war between you and Taehyung kept going until his ringtone filled the room. At first, he ignored it, but the annoying voice didn’t stop. So he sadly detached from you. You whined at the loss but he was quickly back, standing in front of you at the end of the bed. “It’s Namjoon-hyung.” Taehyung quickly opened his phone. 

You looked up to his handsome face as he tried to calm himself. “Yes, hyung?” Taehyung’s hand was on your knees, and you swung your legs to get his attention. 

Whilst Taehyung was busy, you ogled at his tall body. The honey colour of skin seemed unreal even up close. It was smooth and glowing with his sexy aura; also smelt so manly that you could just orgasm from it. His chest proudly went up and down as he spoke. His dancer body was a product of years of training. He didn’t have carved abs as he sometimes wished to have, but Taehyung had a strong subtle muscle tone that could endure hours of dance class, minutes long performances. You desperately wanted to touch his subtle abs, run your tongue, suck purple hearts on them. Things got interesting as his abdomen muscles curled into a V shape just over his sweatpants. His boxer was hiding the best treasure in the world, his monstrous dick.

 As Taehyung’s deep voice filled the room, you lost the patient in you and got up to palm his crotch. Just like you expected, he was rock hard. It took more space than you could ever create in yourself. However, you indulged in anyways. Taehyung didn’t say anything to your wandering hands. He smiled and patted your hand as he listened to the man on the phone

 “It is really beautiful here, hyung.” You heard him say. But your mind had one thing to focus on. You slowly lowered his sweatpants. His grey comfy boxer welcomed you with a wet patch on them. You moaned against his crotch, “Taetae,”

Taehyung was biting on his lips. Despite his strong stare, you took off his boxers to reveal his cock. Taehyung hissed when the air hit on his sensitive part and brushed your cheek with his thumb. His pretty cock stood tall against his toned stomach. The prominent vein on the back was pulsating, wishing for your mouth. Without much thinking, you wrapped your hand around it. Taehyung pulled himself back and glared at you. You giggled and stroked him softly. 

“I will go back to recording next month. I didn’t get stuff done the previous month, and we are going to fly to NYC directly, so it is on hold for a while.” Taehyung spent all of his power talking fluently. Why was Namjoon still on the phone anyway? 

But it became too overwhelming when you wrapped your pretty mouth around his tip, sucking it. You groaned at the hard feeling of his head oozing out precum. You laid your tongue flat against his shaft and tried to take him more. It was difficult to deepthroat, but you were eager. As his head hit your gag reflex, your vision quickly blurred. Blowjobs are something you should work on.

You placed your hands on his waist and bobbed your head a few times. Drools quickly get collected in the corners of your mouth. Taehyung breathed through his nose, jaw clenching. “I need to help Y/N with dinner now. Yeah- Goodbye hyung.” Taehyung threw his phone away and held your chin. 

“Aren’t you a little slut?” He quickly laid you back and got on top of you. 

“Mhmm, maybe..” You answered with a playful tone. “I can add one more thing to my kink list: sucking you while you are on the phone.” 

Taehyung’s lips curled up, “Do you have a list that I don’t know about?” You bit down on his lips as he pulled himself. Taehyung winced at the bite and licked his lips. You were sure that Taehyung tasted some blood. “Of course I do.” 

Taehyung growled into your neck. Your sweet smell and innocent voice were making him go insane. “Tell me about this list.” He was curious.

“No, it is confidential information.” You opposed it, just for fun. Taehyung kissed your collar bones. “Say it, kitten.” 

“Mhmm, okk-ayy... So, number one is obviously backstage or set sex FOR SURE.” Your boyfriend was sexy at doing the most mundane things. But on stage, he was a devil of sexiness. No one could deny that he was born to be a performer. However, him fucking you with adrenaline, from the stage was just immaculate. 

“You don’t want to know how many times I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom while you are on stage.” You blurted out honestly. Taehyung left your nipples with a confused face. “Why…why is that?” 

Soon Taehyung got what you meant and his cock throbbed against your skin. “To touch myself…” yet you confessed as Taehyung rubbed your clit over your pants. 

“Tell me the number two.” You decided to play along, otherwise, there is no way you can endure his mouth and fingers. “Things get messy after the first one." His finger was rhythmically circling your pussy as if he was stirring a pot. At this point, you were sure that your panties were ruined. 

"Messy as this pussy?" He asked, pressing his thumb hard and quickly started giving you kisses. You moaned and reciprocated his kiss. His warm mouth glided against you as if they were two parts of one. There was enough pressure and the speed was incredible. It was slightly teasing and sensual, just like Taehyung. He pulled back, “Tell me the number two.” 

His brown eyes looked down at you as if he desperately needed the information. “It is similar to the first one; when you fuck me in your office, I- I really like it.” You turned your head to hide. Taehyung growled into your neck and bit down your shoulder. “Please elaborate.” 

“Taehyung…” A sudden feeling of shyness crept on you. There was no need to be shy about your exciting sex life. “I love it when you-” You started talking; however, Taehyung’s heavy gaze was making you nervous. “Come one, tell me” 

“I really like it when we have sex at your office, and then we go about our lives as if nothing happened, as if I wasn’t just losing my mind on your cock.” With sudden confidence, you spoke. 

In the chill air of his office, his hand on your mouth, his dick ramming in you without any foreplay was fabulous; the fact that nobody knew that both of you fucked was divine. It would usually last for 20 minutes at his little office. It was long enough for both of you to cum and clean up, short enough to not get realised missing. 

“Hmm, you like talking to my hyungs while my cum drips out your pussy.” It was a true statement. You loved belonging to him, you loved that both of you shared a nasty secret that would be a scandal if it was known. 

“How about spitting? Did you like it?” Taehyung spoke as he drove his index finger around your nipple. “Yeah, I want to- I want so much more.” You closed your eyes and tasted him in your mouth. His spit, sweat, precum…Everything tasted divine.

“Now, you tell me one of your kinks.” You held his shoulders and looked him in the eye. Taehyung almost looked like he was drunk, his pupils were blown and breathed unevenly. 

He moaned as he humped you. “I love it how you come and sit on my lap at the studio or dorms.” The same shyness crept over you again because this wasn’t naughty as you thought. Taehyun realised your dissatisfaction. “Because every time you sit on me I realise I am the one who got your leg on his shoulder and fucks you into madness, not my hyungs. I also love our office sex too, especially when you become a horny little slut. Mhmm, then I fuck you while everyone is in the other room.” 

 You hummed uncomfortably. Talking about his hyungs during sex was a huge turn off for you.

“I want you to wreck my world now, Mr Kim.” Taehyung’s heart warmed at your impatience. “No, I will take my sweet time.” 

Taehyung held the waistband of your cotton pants and took them off with your panties. Then, he hummed as hungry eyes ate you up. You timidly watched his slow movements as he lay down next to you. “Lay down, kitten.” 

Your back met the mattress. Why was he lying next to you? You needed him on you. 

“Come on, kitten.” Taehyung pulled you closer and wrapped one of his legs to your to spread you open. “I want to play with you, babygirl.” He whispered slowly and took a glance down. Your legs were spread open and Taehyung’s hand was disappearing between your thighs. 

“Taehyung, what the hell..” You moaned as he caressed your tummy. “I just want to play with you, kitten.” He repeated softly, his breath hit your cheek. 

Taehyung spent a few minutes caressing your tummy and thighs whilst he groaned next to your ear.

Your hips rolled when Taehyung’s middle finger brushed your folds for the first time. His mouth became an “o” shape, “You are soaking.” Taehyung chuckled with joy. 

“You kept touching me for ages. What do you expect??” You whined.

“Don’t worry, babygirl. I will reward you.” 

Taehyung finally pushed his soaked middle finger inside you. Your walls made room for his long finger. “I cut my nails just for you.” 

“Ahh, so romantic.” You held his forearm again to ground yourself. This gesture was something you did very frequently, but especially when he is intimate with you. He curled his finger and watched your expression. “Fuck- don’t tease me, baby. Please.” You begged. Taehyung saw your desperation when your legs bounced you on his single finger. 

He would do anything to serve you, so Taehyung pushed his index finger too and started pumping you. 

“Uff,” you moaned, rolling your hips to him. His fingers were just doing the right amount of work: enough to get you close to your high but not enough to tip you over. “Taetae, don’t tease me, please. I can’t take it.” You were so weak when it came to edging. Even after one orgasms denial, you felt like crying. 

“But I love it when you are whiny and horny.” His caramel voice could make you do anything. You tried to keep your hips down and got ready to take his teasing. “Mhmm, good girl,” Taehyung hummed and wrapped his mouth around your left tit. His hair tickled your face but you were too horny to care. 

“You are so good for me.” He brushed his nose to your tit. You groaned, “Taehyung ah,-”

However, Taehyung kept going. His long middle and index finger stretch you slightly as you drown them with slick. Then, he started scissoring, “That’s a tight hole- oh fuck.” 

But all of a sudden Taehyung’s fingers stopped pumping you. You hissed as he took his fingers out and licked them clean. “Hmm, juicy.” You looked at his lewd eyes. His erotic aura was burning and grazing your skin. 

“Taetae, please.” You asked again. Taehyung scoffed at your request. “Why can’t you take the teasing like a good girl?” His serious tone froze your body. Your eyes immediately find his to apologise. 

Taehyung rolled himself on you. His mouth found your neck as he placed his elbows to your sides. He kissed your neck slowly while hovering over you. “My babygirl can’t take any teasing,” He cooed at you as if you were a doll. 

“I just wanted to play with this sweet pussy but you are so whiny, kitten.” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment even though you knew it was role-playing.

With your pull, Taehyung’s naked cock was closer to your centre. “Do you want this?” Taehyung pushed his head to your clit.

You nodded, afraid that you would just cry instead. Taehyung brushed his entire shaft to your sensitive cunt. “I need it, Tae. I need your cock so badly.” You decided to speak up since he was doing everything to get you riled up.

“You needy slut,” He whispered into your ear. His low voice vibrated your insides. You felt every single inch of his skin. With his slow motion, your breathing became calmer but your cunt was basically weeping. You bit down your bottom lip, reminding yourself that he will give in eventually.

To be honest, Taehyung was surprised how long you took his teasing. For the record, you could never take long sessions of teasing or any kind of orgasm denial. You either begged him so sweetly that he would just give in, or you took matters into your hands by flipping him down. 

“My good girl is trying so hard for me.” He kissed your forehead. It was very obvious that you were trying to please him by taking his teasing. “My good girl also took me on a trip too.” Taehyung groaned next to your ear. “I am the luckiest man, eh?” 

Your body jolted with his groan. “You deserve all of it.” Your dry lips kissed his chin. “I love you so much, babygirl.” He whispered, eyes closed. Taehyung couldn’t ignore your soaking cunt anymore so he slightly pushed his tip in and out quickly. “I love you too, Taetae.” 

When Taehyung opened his eyes back, he saw you watching him. His lips curled up and peppered kisses to your face. “You are so sexy, baby.” You blurred out. Everything about him was feeling divine. You slid your hands to hold on to his biceps. “But being under you is sexier,” You whispered.

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile. “Is that so?” He asked, matching your playfulness. “Do you like making me do all the work?” he asked while easing into your sweet cunt. 

“You fuck me so well, Taetae” You breathed out heavily as he started to thrust deeply. “It is my second favourite place.” 

Taehyung knit his brows. “Second? What is your first favourite?” Taehyung halted his thrust and looked at your face seriously. Maybe your toning wasn’t right, so quickly answer him. “My first favourite place is…” Taehyung gave you one hard thrust in the middle of the sentence. “Oh, baby, it is on top of you.” Your joke failed dramatically. He scoffed, “My little sub is playing games with me, huh?”

Then, Taehyung steadied his knees on the bed, your hands immediately found Taehyung’s slick covered cock. 

Taehyung hissed at the contact, “You didn’t let me properly suck you off.” You pouted as he thrusted to your palm. 

“We have five more days, babygirl…” His chest expanded with possibilities. “Now, take Daddy’s cock.” He said a bit authoritatively.

“Mhmm, Daddy’s cock?” You didn’t call him Daddy that much.

“Yes, you will keep it warm and wet for me.” The thing with his hyungs was busying his mind.

Your eyes shot closed and Taehyung caressed your waist. “Mhmm, I will” you hummed. His large hands helped you guide his dick into its home. With a slow pace, he entered you. “Ahh, Taetae.” 

Taehyung heard the pain in your voice. He instinctively pulled himself out a bit. “What’s wrong, darling?” Your sweaty hair stuck to your forehead. “It was a - a bit deep.” Your abdomen muscles got tight visibly. Taehyung caressed your skin to help you ease the pain. “I am sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt yo-” 

“I know, baby.” You caressed his forearms again. “You just have a monster schlong.” Taehyung’s worries deflated as you chuckled. 

“Monster schlong?” He asked, snapping his hips. 

“Ah, ah, I love it. I love it so much.” Your head got dizzy as his veiny shaft rubbed your insides. Even though his pace was slow, every thrust made you clench harder. Taehyung looked down at your messy state. With every thrust, your tits bounced up and down. Your sweet velvety cunt hugged him like a soft blanket. You were his, no one could steal you from his arms. 

“Taehyung,” your sweet voice called you from his thoughts. “What’s wrong baby?” Of course, you noticed that he was a bit loopy. Taehyung didn’t want to talk about what was bugging him yet.

“I am gonna make you orgasm so hard, my pretty girl,” Taehyung answered, feeling your cunt tighten immediately. Then, Taehyung held your left ankle and threw it over his shoulder. He could reach even deeper with this position and hit precisely on your sweet spots without you bouncing around too much.

“Taetae, I am not going to last,” Your breath hitched as Taehyung fastened his pace with a smirk on his face. “Then, don’t last long, babygirl. Lose yourself on my dick.” You find the proposition very tempting while he hammered your god-knows-which-spot. 

You couldn’t resist and let out a quite loud moan. Taehyung laughed, “Hmm, you can moan as loud as you want. Only I can hear your sweet voice.” He was fueled by your moan in return. “Taehyung, ahh, you feel so good, ah. Please don’t stop.” You grabbed your hair in pleasure arching your back as he pounded you.

“Oh, my- Taetae,” Your hips stuttered with excitement. Taehyung slowed down his thrust momentarily. “Fuck, don’t fucking stop!” 

You yelled out of lack of pleasure. Even milliseconds of less stimulation felt like your pussy might burst. To prove your point, you held on to Taehyung’s bicep. 

Taehyung laughed at your needy body and went back pounding you with all of his power. His thick length was going in and out smoothly, stimulating both your cervix and G spot. Also, his thumb was pressing ever so slightly to your clit—  more like your clit was grinding on his finger with the power of his thrusts. Your one leg was on his shoulder, giving him the ultimate reach for your erogenous zones. 

One last thing Taehyung knew you absolutely love was dirty talk, so he was going to give it to you. “Look at you, desperate slut.” He groaned, absolutely loving the way you look. You nodded, “Mhmm, my needy kitten is going to cum on my fat cock.” He breathed into his mouth. “Can you see how your little tight cunt takes me in? Fuck, I am going to break you again, huh? Mhmm, my little girl, always so eager to make me happy.” His deep breathy voice was enough to cum on.

“Mhmm, you are my cumslut. Made for me.” Your orgasm got fueled further by his words. While Taehyung fucked you with his excellent stamina, you kept moaning his name. 

You opened your eyes to see his fucked up state between your legs. His one arm was tightly around your leg which was over his shoulder. His other arm was supporting his angled thrust to your cunt. Both of his arms were restrained; the delicious veins were popping. He was smirking at you but his handsome features were taken over by pure ecstasy. His filth speaking mouth was glistening with his own spit, lips were red because of biting. The only thing his mind was focused on was making you orgasm.

“You look so sexy,” You moaned, closing your eyes again. Taehyung clutched at you harder as he heard you. His body convulsed front and he merely stopped himself from cumming. 

“Say you.” His deep growl set your orgasm on violently and your hips stuttered against his pelvis, flushing his stomach with your juices. Your eyes went bright, your lungs forgot how to breathe and your body kept moving on its own. Even Taehyung didn’t interfere with you. He just let you ride him while he looked at the most pornographic scene his mind could comprehend. 

Not long after your grinds subdued, Taehyung called for you. “Kitten, you amaze me.” He was affected by the intensity of your orgasm too. His erection physically hurt him. 

“You are so hot, fuck, I can’t get enough of you!” He growled at you frustrated.

“Give your wrists, kitten.” Taehyung lowered your leg to the bed. He needed to be close to your face; he needed his naked chest against yours.

Oh, fuck. He was going again.

Taehyung gripped both of your wrists above your head and wrapped his other hand around your throat— he didn’t squeeze but just held you possessively. 

“You remember your safeword, right darling?” He cooed the skin of your wrists as you smiled at the new step he took. “Yes, I do, baby.” You nodded and quickly added, “Hold them a bit tighter.” Suddenly, you were hungry for more. 

Taehyung grinned largely and immediately gave in to your request. You nodded when the tightness felt right.

This new position made you feel so vulnerable that you somehow giggled. “Huh?,” Taehyung thrusted his hips with sudden strength. “Do you like being held like this? Like a weak whore for my cock?” 

You nodded again, too lost to say anything. Taehyung grinned, “Did I fuck you dumb, kitten?” He asked you, knowing that you were probably not hearing him. 

“Mhmm? Answer me, babygirl” You looked at his face through your blurry vision. His eyes were looking at you as if you were a prey— you were the doe and he was the tiger. Taehyung grinned, his breath hitting your face. 

“Did I fuck you dumb, babygirl?” He asked again, faking a pout.

“Yes, baby, yes, you fuck me so well- I can’t think. Fuck-, don’t stop holding me. I love it.” Your encouraging words gave Taehyung the strength to prolong this position. Despite his stamina, he was seconds away from losing himself. However, the sight of you made him want to last long. He could pleasure you forever if you asked him. 

“Taetae, your dick is amazing, baby.” Your chest rose instinctively as Taehyung pounded you. “Yeah? Is it enough for this slutty pussy?” He asked even though he knew the answer. You could only take 3/4  of his dick without hurting yourself. You always blamed his huge cock, but in fact, you were just petite for him. “Ughh, baby it is so large. I fucking feel you in my guts.” You tugged your arms; in return, Taehyung held them tighter. 

“Mhmm, you are doing so well baby. Look at your delicious tits bouncing around.” Taehyung wanted to suck on them; however, he couldn’t reach it without crushing you or slowing down.

“Taetae, I am so close, ah, gonna cum baby.” You kept saying his name deliriously. As Taehyung tried to calm himself to last long for you, your body jolted with a quiet moan and you tugged his hand harshly.

Just then, your orgasm hit your pussy the sweetest punch. Your cunt became ten times tighter as you squirted against Taehyung’s pelvis again. This time he felt your juices drip down to his balls. Your knees couldn’t stand still and just flopped against the sides. Your lips were gaped with a breathy moan, glistening with saliva; your brows were pushed together as your body shook under him. “You did awesome, well done.” He kissed your forehead and your closed eyes fluttered. 

Taehyung gave you fifteen seconds before slowly releasing your hands and throat. He slowly stood up with the ache in his lower back. “Oh, you came all over me, you filthy girl.” Your juices were dripping to his thighs. Fuck, what a sight.

Your breath hitched as Taehyung pulled his hard dick inside you. “No, you didn’t get to cum,” Your dry throat forcefully pushed the words. Taehyung lied down beside you as your muscles kept twitching ever so slightly. “Taetae,” you turned your body towards him and hugged him with your sweaty body. “Yes, baby.” He slithered his hand under your body and cage you next to his body. “I will catch- fuck-” 

Your breathing didn’t slow down for a minute. Fuck, you gotta do more cardio. “I will catch my breath and then make you cum as well.” You hid your face on his shoulder, hoping that your body would recharge soon. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung cooed your waist and tried not to touch his raging erection.

“Shh, don’t worry about it.” He didn’t mind taking a break and prolonging the sex even longer. He was happy that he finally had the time to make love with you. 

Taehyung held you flushed against his side as your heart rate calmed down. As he caressed your arm, your smartwatch lit up. “Your exercise is over. Tap to see the review.” He read the text. “Let’s see how well I fucked you.” 

You giggled, “Fuck, you had my heart rate over 120 bpm. Hohoho, calm down sex beast.” He grinned at his success and encased your lips with his. Taehyung kissed you romantically, taking his time and savouring you. 

“I love you so much, Taehyung…” Your chest suddenly filled with a wave of compassion for your loving boyfriend. His warm lips curled, “I love you so much too, baby.” Taehyung sneaked his hand around your head and guided you back to his delicious lips. You don’t know what is making you extra excited: his hands on your cheeks or his raging cock laying on his toned stomach.

“I am so happy to be here, baby.” Taehyung needed to vocalise his thoughts. “Thank you for bringing me. It means so much.” He said while kissing along your jaw. 

“Of course, baby. You don’t realise how much you work so I had to kidnap you for a break.” You caressed his back as Taehyung rested his face on your shoulder. 

You didn’t want to make him wait. He had always granted you mind-blowing sex and you wanted to give him back. “Love... I want more…” You called for him. “Come on, please fuck me more.” 

As you tried to top him, his notifications went off five times back to back. “Who is it?” you asked as Taehyung left you to get his phone. “Namjoon-hyung.” Taehyung scoffed. 

“Why is he texting you?” you asked, your eyes immediately caught on his leaking cock. Taehyung shrugged as he opened the message and lay back next to you. 

Both of you return to your earlier position as Taehyung quickly read through the group announcement chat. “Isn’t it past midnight in Korea? Why are they still awake?” You asked Taehyung. His jawline was more interesting than his answer, yet you listened to him while kissing his jaw. 

“Apparently, they don’t have anything better to do.” Taehyung’s long fingers typed back an answer. 

“Taetae, is that important?” you asked, afraid that your holiday is going to be like this. Also, you had especially talked with the upper management that they would leave you alone.  

“They are so fucking jealous-” Taehyung said in dialect— with his deep low voice. Every cell on your body jumped at his serious tone. You looked over his bright screen to understand; it said: “BTS-composing 📢”  

“Who is jealous of what? What is it?” You asked.

 Taehyung’s facial expression was livid. His jaw was clenched as he was scrunching his nose. “Seokjin-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are jealous. That is what it is!” He threw his phone to the bed and took deep breaths. You still didn’t understand his words. Why would the top boy band’s members be jealous about ANYTHING? They had everything they wanted at their fingertips. 

Taehyung wrapped your leg around his waist and made you top him. Then, he put his phone on mute and got it out of his sight. He was here to be with you.

“Jealous of you,” Taehyung said bluntly. It was something that made him feel insecure at the beginning. “What-?” you let out a breathy moan as he rolled you on top of him— making your cunt  grind on his shaft.

 Your hand held his forearm for balance as his leaking head nudged your clit. “I want you to ride me, pretty lady.” You placed elbows beside his head and got him completely under you. “Mhmm, not before you answer me.” You let his hard cock glide between your soaked lips.

Taehyung scoffed, one side of his lips curling up mockingly. “They are jealous of how lucky I am to have you —how lucky I am to have a supportive smart girlfriend who is both very disciplined and creative.” He helped you roll against his cock. 

“They want you for themselves to write music; fuck- they are jealous because you won’t do it. And they are jealous that you are way better at it than seven of us.” You scowled. “That’s right baby, don’t deny.” Taehyung kissed your forehead and kept grinding you. 

“I might be more musically literate but there is no way I can project it as you guys do, as you do Taetae.” You spoke between your teeth, barely stopping yourself from moaning. 

“They also jealous how you don’t make a big deal about my career, how you don’t care about fame—how you don’t sulk around when I need to work, how down to earth you are, how you take care of me whenever I need, how you offer me the best future,- and you are gorgeous. Then, you are sexy and insatiable in bed. No wonder why they want you.” Taehyung recited from his memory. “What- what do you mean?” You stopped him.

“They like you a bit too much, babygirl.” He pulled himself to the bed frame and sit against it as you kept straddling him. “But we talked about it before. You said it was over.” You defended.

If you weren’t naked on his lap, Taehyung would probably be angrier. Your skin rubbing against him almost drugged Taehyung to be calm. He also didn’t want to scare you by getting angry. However, the truth was making his blood boil and seep through his ears. 

You were a young attractive woman. Naturally, you had quite a bit of man that gawked at you including his bandmates. Taehyung could accept this to a certain degree. Also, it was nothing compared to what he was making you go through. He didn’t want to be bothered by other men's compliments. However, some people didn’t know where to stop such as Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Taehyung, you are the only man I want.” You showed your need not only by your soaking cunt but by your loving eyes. “I don’t want anyone to hold me beside you. I love you the most, I have always liked you.” Then, you kissed him as his eyes teared up, mostly because of anger. 

Taehyung’s breath hitched as you kissed his lips slowly. “Taetae,” you looked at his eyes. “I love the man you are so much. I want my soul to be with yours forever.” Taehyung's tough muscles relaxed as you peppered him with love. 

“I love you too, kitten.” He mumbled as your lips begged for his tongue. 

“I want to take care of you, baby.” You whispered to his lips. “Let your girlfriend take care of you.” Taehyung’s body shook as you took his cock into your hands.

“Let me show you how much I need you.” You whispered again as he closed his dreamy eyes. You ran your hands on his firm chest, feeling him up while moaning softly. 

Your lips followed your hands. You kissed his neck down to his shoulders. Then, you aimed for his chest, sucking his small nipples for a bit. Taehyung felt like crying out of pleasure as you showered him in kisses. 

After sucking his nipple, you stop moving. He was a full course meal in front of you. There was so much to look at: his strong neck with veins popping out, his broad sexy shoulders, his buffed up chest, pretty pink erect nipples, his lean stomach… 

“You are objectifying me!” Taehyung opposed weakly even though he loved how you studied his body as if he was a renaissance painting. “No…” You mumbled. 

“You look unreal,” The short compliment fell between your lips with the most sincere look. 

“I don’t have chocolate abs tho.” Taehyung tried to deflect your comment. He hazily remembered the time you were looking at an underwear model and commented on the model’s abs. 

“You don’t even need them, baby.” You mewled in need as your finger outlined his abdomen muscles. Then, your tongue followed. His skin tasted divine. You blew on the wet skin and he immediately hissed, hands around your head. After the little cold air, you ran your teeth on his abdomen as he flexed involuntarily. You moaned how you could feel his erection pulsating under your tits.

“Babygirl,” Taehyung caressed your hair as you sucked on the reddened skin. You weren’t allowed to place hickeys on his neck, oh how you wished to suck on that neck, so you mostly opted for sucking his lower parts. You knew that his hyungs could see it whenever they changed together and deep down it made you feel good. He was yours.

. Taehyung’s low voice encouraged you further. “Mhmm, tasty.” You kissed your way up to his chest and greeted his dreamy eyes with a smile. Taehyung groaned loudly as your tongue drew circles around his nipple.

“You feel good, baby?” You asked him as you placed yourself on his lap again. Taehyung patted your head while barely keeping his eyes open. His heavy breath grazed your skin. 

“So good,” he answered. 

“Can I move down?” You asked him with a bit on your lips. You could even kill to get his dick in your mouth. “I- Baby, fuck me-” He hesitated with hazy eyes. But you slowly picked his heavy cock up and looked at it with hungry eyes. Red and leaking mushroom tip and slightly darker throbbing shaft. “Please, baby…” Yo moaned and ran tongue around his pink tip. “I want you to cum in my mouth so bad.” You slurped at his leaking precum and faked a cry. 

“Ugh-shit- Y/N,” Taehyung threw his head back. There was no way he could say no to your peering eyes. You were left with the scene of his gulping neck that made you go for the next move. With a big deep breath, you took his cock in. On cue, Taehyung let out a low pitched cry from his chest. His hips jerked a bit but one hand on the bed anchored him.

“Mhmm, tastiest…” You swallowed the mixture of your spit and his cum very generously. It was crazy how something salty and bitter tasted divine in your mouth. It was painfully addictive. He made you crave more. 

“Baby, I will cum…” You were suckling at his oozing tip with a tight grip at his base when Taehyung let out a boyish cry. He was seconds away from cumming if you didn’t loosen your hands.

“Y/N…” he cried out your name as his orgasm crumbled away. If he teases you, you tease him back.

You went on kissing his sweet collarbones, running your teeth on the hard bone. Then, you kissed his shoulders down to his nipples. They were pink and erect. “I am going to mark you, Taetae,” you told him innocently.

 “Everyone is gonna know how well you fucked me, baby.” he didn’t oppose the idea. “Fuck, kitten,” Taehyung winced when you kept sucking down his sternum with your wet mouth. 

“You are so tasty, baby.” You mumbled the truth while savouring his sweet taste on your tongue. To stimulate him more, you glided your hand on his raging erection and wrapped your fingers around it. 

“Kitten,” Taehyung moaned with his low voice as his cock pulsate in your hand. This time you kissed your way to his chin. His stuttering mouth tried to kiss you back. 

“Baby, I can’t grip you all.” You moaned how your fingers couldn’t wrap around his pink tip. “You are so thick, look at that.” you placed your forehead onto Taehyung’. Then, run your hand up and down to ease some of his sexual frustration.

“Kitten,” Taehyung called you deliriously. His hips moved on their own to your fist. You ran your other hand in his sweaty hair and pulled his hair back to expose that delicious neck. “Mhmm, that’s me…” you smelt his sweet scent again while kissing Taehyung’s neck. How could someone smell this good after sweating a pretty good amount? 

He was enjoying your touch, eyes closed, lips parted. His mouth was slightly open as he drooled a bit. His handsome features were highlighted with his sexual endeavours. 

“You make me- ah baby,” Taehyung's sentence got cut by your soft lips on his neck. You sucked on his pulse, leaving a small pink area. 

“I want to kiss every inch of you, Taehyung. You are perfect to me.” You whispered to his ear and punctuated with a tighter grip on his huge cock.  “So fucking handsome…” Taehyung’s throat hitched and let out a long cry. His cock spurred globes of precum.

Then, you kissed the back of his ear while grinding your hips to his crotch. “So fucking sexy,” Lastly, you landed on his chapped lips. Taehyung couldn’t kiss you back because he was absolutely gone. He felt high, high with your sweet moves. 

His chest was filled with your smell, face painted with heat and lust. His skin was gleaming with your almost dried spit.

“Oh fuck-,” You cried in pleasure but your face looked like you were in pain. 

“You okay, kitten?” Taehyung's voice suddenly turned serious, his head was thinking of possibilities. Your legs were in a comfortable position. He was supporting your weight with his thighs. So what was the problem?

“My pussy aches because of you.” You cried in the same mixture of emotions: lust and love. 

“You arouse me incredibly, Mr Kim.” A quiet whimper followed your confident words. You place your forehead on Taehyung’s. He could feel your breath fanning on his cheeks. “You don’t need anything extra, baby. You are already painfully sexy.” This time you planted a kiss full of love on Taehyung’s cheek. 

The self-deprecating side of Taehyung’s mind diminished at your words. The toxic side of his brain got punched in the face and put in silence. 

However, Taehyung was still overwhelmed, this time by your sexy presence on top of him. His sexual frustration grew larger as you started to stroke him a few times to get all of his shaft soaked. Your pussy had already leaked all over him. With a deep breath, you nudged his tip in. Taehyung's stretch was incredible, thanks to the thickness of his long dick.

“Sshh, take your time.” Taehyung brought his hands to your sides, his large veiny hands holding your sides.

“How could this- I just took you in me.” You complained as his girthy member had some troubles entering you.

 His cock twitched as you let out a few more whines. “Careful darling, relax.” 

Then, Taehyung grinned sheepishly at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his tip. Your one hand was on his shoulder and the other was on the mattress to support your weight.  

However, your legs were cramping really hard. They weren’t used to doing much work so your thighs felt on fire. One solution was to impale yourself in one go. So with one swift motion, you took him all. “Oh fuck,” He burned your skin with sweet tingles with the quick and hard stretch.

“Y/N!!!” Taehyung warned you right away. 

“I am good, I am good.” You kissed the tip of his nose. 

“Do you remember what your doctor said?” Taehyung didn’t want this moment to pass. 

After a month of having a regular sex life, Taehyung insisted on visiting a gynecologist regularly to have safe sex. He wanted the safest and healthiest options for you. So he booked regular doctor visits for every three months. Without any doubt, you could say Taehyung was the best boyfriend ever. 

“You can’t hurt yourself like this, baby. I already went so hard on you. You need to ease yourself.” He brought his hands to your neck and looked into your eyes. That was what your gynecologist said about your recurrent vulvar pain. 

“Then, don’t be so fucking sexy. I just want your dick in me.” You whined. “I need you to fuck me all the time.” Taehyung let out a whine as you grinded your hips. Your juicy and velvety cunt hugged him so tightly that he felt cumming immediately.

The sounds left Taehyung’s throat was absolutely scrumptious. His low manly voice made you moan all night. 

“Fuck,-” You squeezed his shoulders as he kept releasing little whines. “You sound so well, baby.” You couldn’t help but drench him with your juices again. 

“Mhmm, do I?” He gave you another very dramatic moan whilst his eyes were closed. 

“Your pussy loves my moans, doesn’t it?” Taehyung brought his finger to your clit just to feel how soaked you were. When you looked down where your sexes meet, you couldn’t help but whine. You were stretched around him, painting him in your juices with every bounce. 

“Do you like when I moan for you, kitten? Only you can make me moan like this.” He grunted as you bounced heavily. You still couldn’t set a pleasurable pace. 

“Oh, baby,” Another wave of slick coated Taehyung’s large dick. Even with your sluggish pace, Taehyung was on the edge. 

“You’re gonna make me cum so fast, babygirl, like I am a teenager again.” Taehyung’s breath hitched as his abdomen flexed violently to keep his cum in. 

“Like the first time?” You asked. The very first time you have ever done anything sexual with Taehyung was a messy handjob that he lasted for five minutes.

Taehyung remembered the occasion very clearly. He was practising his lines for DNA when you visited him in his studio. You were wearing the same dress that you wore when he first saw you. That dark green floral dress with a short skirt was his personal drug. Your hair was in beautiful large curls and you were a bit tipsy. He could barely taste the sweet wine from your lips. However, you were confident, horny and most importantly ready to take his cock down. You had whined about how sexy he sounded in hopes of some attention. At first, Taehyung was hard to crack but he was a horny mess soon after you pushed him against his studio wall weakly and stroked him while moaning into his ears. Just like that, he had come into your hand in less than five minutes. 

Taehyung stuttered remembering your hot breath against his neck, your small body trying to push him, your quiet beggings. You were just as sexy and insatiable despite being in a relationship for years. You were still flushed against him, breathing heavy.

“You are gonna cum, Tae? Are you gonna make me yours?” You teased him as you fucked yourself on him faster. “Fuck, I want to be bloated with your cum in me.” 

“Babygirl,” he growled, growing annoyed at how close he was. 

“What is it, love?” You asked innocently while slowing down your hips. Taehyung was out of breath, he had drooled a bit. The vein on his neck was prominent now. You placed a couple of kisses on his neck, and Taehyung moaned. “Keep going, kitten. You're gonna get my cum.” 

You watched as he bit down his bottom lip and pushed his hair back. He was seconds away from cumming; he just needed a bit more encouragement.

“Are you gonna fuck your babies into me, Taehyung? Shit, what if you get me pregnant?” Taehyung had a mild to severe breeding kink; however, he indulged himself very rarely. Even though he was silent about it, his actions would sometimes hint. His hands would constantly rub your belly as if you were pregnant, sometimes he would whisper to your pussy while he ate you out; his eyes would turn a shade darker whenever you comment on cute baby videos. 

Taehyung opened his eyes as you spoke filthy to him. He couldn’t believe his ears. You with his baby in your belly? Fuck, sign him up!

 “Yes, yes, take it all.” He cried, the ache on his balls only got more intense as he saw your fucked up figure. Your legs were in a “w” shape and diligently bounced. Your tits were out bouncing as well. His dick was sucked in your tight cunt, getting the best treatment.

Taehyung tried to pace himself but it was impossible for him. Your sexy body and sluty words brought him to a euphoric state. The burning feeling in your thighs became unbearable so you leaned front. This took the amazing view of your tits from Taehyung’s eyes, and yet deigned lewd moans against his neck. 

Your flaming hot skin supplied him with more control over your body. So, Taehyung gripped your waist with one hand and your neck with the other to indulge you even further. “You are so sexy, kitten.” He mumbled against your lips, completely overtaken by your cunt. 

“You make me so horny, Taehyung.” You cried while trying to maintain a fast pace. Your own high was approaching promptly.

“I want your cum, baby.” You moaned innocently. “I need you to fill me up.” Taehyung bit down his lower lip, he was fighting against his orgasm. “Please fuck your babies into me, Taehyung. Ah- please,” You screamed as his length bumped constantly against your cervix.

Your moans and dirty talk finally drove Taehyung insane and he let his orgasm go with a growl. “Take it all, kitten. Oh, come on take all of my cum.”

His animalistic growl made you go off as well. As he spurted his cum, you washed his dick with an insane amount of slick. 

Your muscles gave out and your chests were glued together with a thick layer of sweat. “Fuck-” You moaned as Taehyung moved his hips. 

“So sensitive-” You moaned again when his penis flopped out of you. Then, you rolled onto the empty side bed as Taehyung tried to gain his regular breathing back. His body was still stiff and his eyes were still shut, probably having aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your back met the soft bed as you moaned once again, and tucked a pillow under your hips to avoid spilling his cum. 

“Y/N…. Baby….” Taehyung looked at your position, how you carefully laid down to keep his cum in. 

“You are amazing.” He towered over you and kissed you sloppily.

“Mhmm, you are more amazing.” You brushed your nose to his.

 Taehyung smiled naughtily as he kissed your collar bones down to your navel. Both of you stayed hugging each other for a few minutes until Taehyung aimed for your tummy again. 

You giggled as he bit down your belly with his front teeth.

“Kim Taehyung, don’t even think about it. It is mine. I won’t share.” You knew that Taehyung aimed to eat you out; however, you will not give up on his hot cum inside you. 

“That’s so selfish. I gave you what is mine,” He pouted.

“But I need your cum in me.” You pushed him away from your battered cunt. He laughed and then laid you on his naked chest. 

“Yeah? To get pregnant with my child?” His fingers brushed your nipple.

“Yes,” You hide your face to his chest. “Stop taking birth control, kitten. Then, I will give you all of my cum.” Taehyung talked very casually. 

“Do you think it is a great idea to have a baby, like seriously?” You ask him, wondering your fingers up and down on his arm. “Sometimes I feel like I can’t even take care of you, or myself.” You look up to his understanding eyes. 

“You always do your best, kitten. I am always fascinated when it comes to you.” Taehyung held you tighter. He dearly wished to keep every single piece of you together with his strong arms. 

“You will become an incredible mother when the time is right. I am hundred percent sure of that.” Taehyung’s reassuring words filled you with hope as always. Even his small words gave you a reason to fight.

“Imagine it, baby: you, me and ten little Taehyung’s…” His mischievous tone was back.

“Taehyung!” 

“Okay, seven.” He pouted adorably. You glared at him.

“Okay, five.” 

“Five? You want me to give birth five times?” You opposed but loved the idea of a big family.

“Let’s have a deal on three kids.”  A healthy relationship was all about compromising, right? 

“Mhmm, okay. We have a deal.” Taehyung reached out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled and wrapped your finger around his. “Pinky promise.”

With your fingers intertwined, your lips found each other too. His hot lips were a perfect combination of comfort and lust. 

Both of you were tired so the kiss didn’t grow hotter. Taehyung only laid you down and kept kissing you sweetly.  You were the first to draw yourself, mostly because you had weaker lungs. 

Taehyung kissed the tip of your nose, then your top lip. “But first I want you to be my bride.” Despite being very popular and eccentric, Taehyung was quite traditional which heavily surprised you. He asked your brother for permission to date you. He made his intentions very clear when you move in with him. He wanted a serious long-term relationship. 

You looked into his shining brown eyes. His lips were round and open with admiration.

“I will be…” You held his face as he was the most delicate, as he was made out of glass. “I will be your bride, baby.” 

Taehyung let out a big sigh as he topped you again. This time his lips had a plan. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He kept whispering and kissing you, his chest almost bursting with love. 

“I love you too, Taetae.” You pushed his bangs back and pulled his weight on you. As Taehyung lowered his body on you, you realised his half-hard erection rubbing onto you. “Oh, hello there,” You pressed your hips to him. Suddenly, all of your tiredness evaporated.

“We are going again?” You asked Taehyung laughing. The sex drive you two had as a couple was phenomenal. 

“Yes, we are fucking again.” He nodded as he returned back to his position on top of you. You let out a couple of excited squeals involuntarily and held on to Tae’s biceps.

“I think we are going to break my dick after this vacation.” Taehyung laughed as he grinded himself to your battered cunt.

“Mhmm, that would be an honour.” You placed dreamy kisses on his face as he placed himself strongly between your thighs. He pushed his hard dick in you again. Taehyung really held the record for the fastest erection.“Oh- go slow, baby.” Your pussy was sensitive, every brush over your clit felt painful, yet orgasmic. He took your warning seriously and stopped his thrusts. His large dick stayed half planted in as you tried to get over the sensitive feeling. 

“My sweet girl,” Taehyung nuzzled against your cheek. His whisper against your ear made your body convulse. The power his voice held was astronomical. “You clenched on me so hard, kitten.” Taehyung shut his eyes. You were squeezing him in so hard that he could never replicate it with his fist.

“I am only three centimetres in.” He spread your thighs even more and scooted himself to you. “I can stop if it hurts, kitten.” Taehyung’s large veiny hands soothed your sides, his voice was dripping compassion for you. 

You immediately shook your head no. “No, no. I really want you.” You bit down your lips while trying to unclench yourself. It was so fucking difficult when all of Taehyung’s being was utterly arousing.

“I just can’t calm down.” You squeezed the bedspread in your palms and tried to subdue your grinds on his dick. “You get me too excited, Taetae.”  Your body was moving on its own to both seek and avoid his sweet roughness. 

Your laugh ringed Taehyung’s ears. He was enchanted by your smile, your warmth, your sweet cunt clenching on him. “Hmm, is that right?” Taehyung playfully glided his fingers to your aching clit. Just before you think he is going to flick your clit, he snapped his thighs with a subtle force. Your whole body shook for a couple of seconds as if he stepped on your whole nervous system.

“Oh my god, Tae,” You cried out. How could a human body possibly be this sensitive? “What are you doing to me?” You scratched his biceps and bit your lip.

“I am just pleasuring my sexy girlfriend, my wife-to-be...” His low breathy voice felt like Devil’s himself was talking to you. He breathed in before grinding his hips to you. So you tried to control your bubbling orgasm by following his breathing. 

“Was that a marriage proposal Mr Kim?” You asked, trying to get your mind off from his raging dick. 

“Of course not,” Taehyung dipped his face into your neck and gave you open mouth kisses. “I will do it when you least expect it, babygirl.” He doubted whether you could even hear him, but he tried to explain himself. Taehyung did plan on proposing to you in the near future. But it had to be perfect, he even dared to say God-tier.

“Now… Babygirl, just take this cock and make yourself come, okay? Fucking take it.” Taehyung stressed his words with powerful hip thrusts. 

“Babygirl you look fucking sexy under me.” Your eyes were lazily shut, your lips were open. You almost looked like you were drunk or on the edge of sleeping. However, you had a strong grip on Taehyung’s biceps, you were bucking your hips up every time Taehyung pulled out slightly.  

He was the reason why you were about to pass out from pleasure. He thrived on your squirming state. “I was made to pleasure you, kitten. That’s why I was born.”

“Baby, you are-” You slurred, unable to think of anything else but your burning cunt. “Taetae, you feel incredible, ah, please give me more...” 

Taehyung slowed down his thrusts and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip. “You are drooling, babygirl. Are you sure you can handle more?” He giggled dangerously and licked his thumb. 

“Yes, yes, I can. Please give me -oh gosh!” Taehyung pushed himself further and nudged your cervix as you begged him for more. 

“Now, you are going to be a good girl and cum on my fat cock, okay?” Taehyung went back on his fetal thrust. “Ah, ah, I will cum,- I will cum, baby. Taetae, ah, please cum with m..me.” 

Your chest was heaved, a high pitched voice left your throat and your nails scratched Taehyung’s arms. And just like that, you granted Taehyung’s wish in just one minute.

“Hmm, that was quick,” Taehyung grinned and held your thighs in place as your body shook. “Taetae,” You moaned in a needy state. “Please cum inside me, again.” This time Taehyung saw actual tears in your eyes. You must be so sensitive and drunk in pleasure. Taehyung didn’t want to exhaust you further, he would feel very sorry tomorrow if you woke up sore. So he took his cock out and thrust in his fist. He didn’t need much to orgasm as he had the most gorgeous scenery in front of him. 

“Oh, God, baby,” Your hips bucked up when you saw him playing with himself. Your pussy lips fluttered. If there was even slight pressure on your clit, you could have fallen apart one more time. However, Taehyung didn’t stimulate you physically. He just locked eyes with you and rubbed himself.

“Taehyung, paint me with your cum please.” Your whiny voice directly went to Taehyung’s dick. White spurts of cum shoot all over your body within seconds while the handsome man above you moaned loudly.

Taehyung couldn’t believe he just came with one sentence. A sudden wave of unnecessary embarrassment washed over him. Meanwhile, your cunt was still sensitive and weeping with your juices. “Taetae,” you moaned Taehyung’s name as the male tried to get a grip of reality between your legs.

“Baby…” You called for Taehyung once again. This time your fingers caressed his pelvis area. “Yes, darling?” Taehyung leant in and laid over your body. 

“Baby…” You called him deliriously as he nuzzled his face to your neck. “Do you feel good, kitten?” Taehyung realised your eyes were still closed, your hips were still grinding to the air even under his body.

“Yes, I feel awesome, baby…” You mumbled, stretching your neck to do the sides. Taehyung’s weight felt spectacular. 

“Does your pussy feel sensitive?” Taehyung asked. He loved your delirious side. You swallowed and nodded. 

“It feels amazing…” You spoke and relaxed between bed and Taehyung. 

Taehyung laid on you for a couple of minutes to catch his breath. Your post-orgasmic state was divine. Taehyung could watch you enjoy yourself long after he stopped touching you. The female body blew his mind, no, your body blew his mind. 

 Then he got up to clean you. He took one of the clean towels out of the bathroom shelves and wetted it with warm water. Later, he returned to your tired body on the bed. 

“Do you want to take a shower, babygirl?” Taehyung asked you as he wiped your battered lips gently. 

“No, I love how it feels.” You pushed Taehyung’s hand off you and rolled to your side. Taehyung snickered.

“We need to clean you, baby. Come on.” He turned you on your back, hoping that you would let him clean you.

“Mr Kim, what do you not understand? You gave your cum to me, it is mine now.” You mumbled, rolling to your side once again. 

“Baby girl,” Taehyung saw you taking your birth control pill this morning. It was sad that all of his cum wouldn’t do what they are destined to do. 

You gave in because of his soothing rubs on your legs.“Fuck, there is so much cum…” Taehyung pressed kisses on your knees as he gently cleaned your thighs. A shower would be better than his attempts.

“I will start with dinner now, love. You can take a shower meanwhile.” It sounded rational to end sexy time. Did your pussy agree on that? Not really.

You felt sticky and messy, but also creamy and dizzy too. A nice warm shower could freshen you up a bit. But it would also get rid of Taehyung’s smell on you.

That’s only if you could find the power to lift a finger. “I just want to lay down for a bit.” You nuzzled your face to the bedsheets, soaking up Taehyung’s sweaty smell.

Taehyung knew you would fall asleep instantly if he let you. But it was quite an early time to go to bed. “Do you want to shower together, babygirl?” He was willing to shower again if you were going to be with him and he wanted to clean you up after making a huge mess. It was worth postponing dinner.

“No need to, Taehyungie,” You mumbled as you dragged yourself down. “Don’t forget to heat up the pan before adding chicken and don’t season the salad until the very end. And don’t use the hot water for a while, okay?” You got up your feet feeling like you could have another orgasm just by looking at Taehyung wiping himself. 

The carpeted ground tickled your feet, and then you stepped into the cold tiles of the bathroom. There was still a bit of water on the ground from Taehyungie’s shower. Other than that your boyfriend was careful about leaving the bathroom clean after him… a skill that needed practice…

The faint smell of Taehyung’s spicy body wash was still lingering in the air. His toiletries were sitting on the marble surface of the sink in a black leather bag, yours were mixed with his stuff. 

You wanted to take your mind off Taehyung’s dick. Well, that was mostly impossible but you had your ways to distract yourself. The first step was to brush your teeth with bitter peppermint toothpaste. Where was your toothbrush anyway? 

You looked for the blue toothbrush but it was nowhere to be found. So you opted for a quick solution.

“I am using your toothbrush!” You yelled knowing that Taehyug didn’t care at all. 

Taehyung smiled at your voice. He didn’t answer back as he was busy with bedsheets. “Great,” he mumbled. It had been half a day and he was already changing the bedsheets. As he looked at the wet patches on the bedsheets, he remembered your fucked up face from minutes ago, how you diligently fucked yourself on him, how you desperately tried to top him and failed. “My dirty babygirl,” Taehyung ran his finger around the wet patch as his cock throbbed. I must put on a boxer, he thought. Otherwise, he can’t get the dinner ready.

So he nonchalantly picked up his boxer that was thrown to the ground and looked for clean sheets. 

While Taehyung struggled to put on clean bed sheets —the corners just kept popping up and frustrated him— he heard a quiet whimper followed by his name. At first, he was sure that he had flashbacks of you two having exquisite sex, but no, you were actually moaning his name...in the bathroom… alone?

Taehyung’s shoulders got tense, for some reason, he couldn’t de-puff his chest. “Taehyungie,” a quiet mewl echoed in the empty bathroom. When he peeked through the door, he saw your silhouette in the shower cabin. Your voice was ragged and whiny, he was sure that you were touching yourself. 

Did he not make you cum? Was it all an act? Did you do that a lot? A gush of strange emotions filled his tummy. All of a sudden, the condescending side of his brain woke up. A woman pleasuring herself in the shower after sex with his partner was a sad sad image. And now he was living that?… 

“Taehyung, baby,” Your voice was louder and it did sound like you were calling him. However, Taehyung didn’t follow your call, he just simply entered the bathroom as its door was already wide open. Your blurry silhouette became more clear over the frosted glass. Your eyes were probably closed, or else you would probably see his large figure from the inside. 

As your small squeaky whines filled Taehyung’s ears, and his dick took matters into its hands… After a few seconds the glorious Taeconda, as you called it, was up and ready. 

Despite his raging cock, Taehyung didn’t pay attention to his erection. His hands were fisted on his side, chest puff, as he tried to find an explanation for this situation. “Taehyungie,” You called for him once again while sounding more and more desperate, almost sobbing.

Again, Taehyung didn’t answer until you opened the door and jumped out of your skin. Your flushed cheeks, half wet hair and shaking hands were too adorable for Taehyung to stay angry.

“What do you think you are doing?” He called you with his dangerously low voice. His growl and narrowed eyes made your pussy tingle but you were also embarrassed at how needy you were. 

You kept looking at his puffed chest, as you were too scared to make eye contact. Taehyung stepped inside the shower and he noticed the showerhead between your thighs. He released another deep growl that even vibrated you. 

“You are a little horny slut.” He quickly took off his boxer that he just put on and trapped you against the tiled wall. You were still holding the showerhead against your clit, maybe your muscles got locked or something.

 “You don’t ever get enough, right?” Taehyung asked condescendingly. He pushed his dick against your wet stomach, he was hard again, even harder than before. How could he not be hard, anyway? You were squirming against the stupid showerhead with the sexiest facial expression he could ever see.

“I was just cleaning…” You threw your head back moaning and held Taehyung’s forearm with your free hand. Taehyung felt the warm water from the showerhead splatter against his knees. He wondered how much of it actually water… Maybe it was all your sweet juices. 

The shower was getting too slippery for your dizzy state, so Taehyung pushed you a bit more to the wall.

“And you thought why don’t I fuck myself with a showerhead, huh?” Taehyung asked, gripping at your boobs. You cried out in his voice. Every single touch was heightened infinitely. The sweet tickling feeling of relatively low-pressure water made you more of a desperate whore.

“Just like the old days, right? You used to do that to tease me, babygirl. I see you're still doing it ” Taehyung dipped his head between your tits and engulfed one of them into his mouth. “Ahh, baby, I swear I don’t” You cried once more, but this time your knees gave in. Luckily Taehyung held you before you could slip. “I just- I was just cleaning, and it felt so good to touch it, baby.”

“Okay, go on, fuck yourself.” He challenged you, knowing that you were going to beg him again. “Baby,” you called for him, dragging the last letter of the word. Your hoarse voice echoed in the tiled room.

“I literally can’t orgasm if you don’t help me… please Taetae.” You dropped the showerhead to the ground and turned off the water. Then, you rose onto your tippy toes and wrapped both of your arms around his neck. “Please baby, I want you, once more, please…” 

Taehyung let out a low growl instinctively. His girl was begging for his cock after several rounds of sex. He must be in heaven. 

“Taetae, I was already thinking about you… I was thinking about your handsome face.” You rutted your hips against his thighs but it was impossible to get satisfactory friction since he was way taller than you. 

“My handsome face?” Taehyung asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yes, yess…” You mumbled and threw your head back as he pushed the showerhead onto your lips. “I was thinking about riding your handsome face, fuck, kissing all over your body once again. I will… I will do that tomorrow. I will kiss every inch of you and ride your face.”

“My insatiable babygirl, I will do everything you wish.” Hearing Taehyung calling you sweet names comforted you. “I will let you ride my face, umm, that’s so hot.” Taehyung was the biggest oral sex lover in the world, he was unmatched. “I want you to paint my face with your cum, babygirl. Fuck my handsome face as I devour this cunt in one breath…” 

You hummed when his lips found yours. His lips danced with yours in a romantic tango, he relieved some of your frustration as you were only focused on his lips lapping against you with the thumping sound in your ears. Meanwhile, Taehyung one hand sneaked down to your thighs, squeezed a handful which made you release a moan to his mouth; his other hand stayed on your waist to support you. His large hands heated your body to the boiling. Your tummy got cramps that could not be explained. The anticipation of what is coming next was immaculate.

“Taehyung, I am going to explode.” You whined against his lips, ever needy. But Taehyung didn’t stop with his sensual rubs and kisses. He eventually left your lips to hear your breath moans and high squeals. His lips wandered to your ear and whispered to you. “We can’t have that happening, babygirl. How do you want me?” 

You left out another relieved moan as he offered himself. “Do you want me to finger you, babygirl? I am sure your little cunt is too sensitive for anything else.” He gave you the first option.

You shook your head no. 

“What about I eat you out? Mhmm, I’ve been dying to have a taste.” As always Taehyung sounded so eager about oral sex. 

This time you violently shook your head no. There was no way you could take his teasing tongue without properly crying.

“No? Okay, we will do that tomorrow… What else…” Taehyung doubted that you could think straight at this point. Right then, he felt your arms sliding off from his neck. At first, he thought you were adjusting your position but he was proven wrong when you turned your back at him and stuck your ass out. You placed your forehead onto the cool tile and waited for him like a good girl you are

“Ughhh, baby…” Taehyung clenched his fist in the air. His heart skipped a bit at how obedient and horny you are. “Do you want me to fuck you from behind?” He circled his one arm around your waist and flushed you against him. Your back arched automatically, giving him a good view of your backside. “Hmm, you are so pretty.” Taehyung ran his hands all over your ass and spread them to reveal your glistening core. 

“Taetae, my pussy…” You groaned at the feeling of his balls on your pussy lips. “What is it, love?” Taehyung asked, guiding your hips to grind on him sloppily. 

“Baby, baby, baby….” High loud moans left your mouth immediately. The buzz your body had was extremely overwhelming. Your mind was clogged with Taehyung as he rubbed your cunt with his shaft.

“Please make me cum, again.” Your voice was soft, coy and most importantly not challenging. You were just simply asking him to fuck you with an angel-like voice.

“But I already fucked your slutty pussy four times.” Taehyung grinned largely as you wiggled your ass to the sides.

“I can’t get enough of you, Taetae. Please make it five.” You turned your head to him and asked him with a cute pout on your lips. Taehyung cock twitched at your bothered face. 

He didn’t answer you back and just shoved his large dick inside you without any friction. “Oh, babygirl…. You have a good cunt, don’t you?” And you were back at moaning deliriously.

His whole length was rubbing inside your walls with a slight stretch. His pace was slow but hard enough to jerk you against the wall and hit your clit with his balls. Whenever Taehyung increased his pace, your legs immediately gave out, pulling both of your bodies down. Maybe shower sex wasn’t a great idea when you were a fucked up mess. Your worn-out state worried you a bit. What if he was not enjoying fucking you like this?

As if Taehyung read your mind, he switched his position to support your body. First, he took his monster cock out of you even though you whined. Then, he put the showerhead back into his place and let some warm water wash through your back. “How do you feel babygirl?” He asked you while cooing your back with small circles. 

“I feel so horny,” Your legs twitched again. 

Taehyung answered you by pulling you tight against his chest to your back. “I will take care of that now, don't worry.” He kissed your neck and shivered when the warm water hit his back too. 

“Taetae, I love you so much” You mumbled as his large arm surrounded you once again with an intimate back hug. As soon as you thought he was going back pounding you, his other arm wrapped around your thigh and pulled it up to give his thrusts a feral angle. 

Omg, he was going to ruin you like this. “Baby, omg, please give me your di-” Your impatience poured out loudly to the shower cabin, making a slight vibration.

“Fuck, fuck, my girl can’t get enough of my dick, huh?” Taehyung’s self-indulgent words went straight to your cunt as he entered you once more. “You love your boyfriend’s dick?”

“Yesss… yess.. give it to me, baby. You are amazing… ah… harder, please. You always fuck me so well. Thank you, baby, baby, I love it…” You followed his lead and let your mouth loose. Taehyung increased his pace and breathed loudly while the shower ran.

“My love,” His teeth sank down to your wet neck and grazed it red. You let out another dragged moan at the sensation. Your pleasure was hazy. You could feel something bubbling inside you, but at the same time, everything was too much to feel something. 

“Babygirl,” Taehyung pulled your thigh higher, further ruining your composition. But his voice was breathy. “Are you going to cum for me?” He asked you, genuinely questioning if you will.

“Taetae, I- Everything…is…” A sudden need for explanation arose in your chest, however, your mouth failed you. When you turned your head back to look at him, the most arousing scene was looking back at you: Taehyung, all wet, maybe more stimulated than you are…

 “You are so hot baby,” you cried out as your legs gave out one more time. Again, Taehyung held you with his gentle arms. “Mhmm,” A deep, satisfied ground left his throat.

“You think I am hot, kitten?” Taehyung decided to give your cunt a rest. It was nearly impossible for you to orgasm one more time without letting your sensitivity pass.

“I have good news for you. You snatched this hot piece of man and he is fucking whipped for you.” Taehyung’s semi-romantic words went straight to your core. Yes, you had snatched him. He was yours. You pressed your back onto his chest, laying your head to Taehyung’s wide shoulder. Your thigh escaped his grip. 

The warm water showered on your tits now and let your horny-ass relax for a minute. Meanwhile, Taehyung slightly swung both of you to the sides, initiating a small slow dance.

“I am sorry, Taetae. Everything feels so heightened. I keep losing my orgasm…” You mumbled as he stopped, ripping his sweet orgasm along the way, just because you were too sensitive.

“Don’t be sorry for that, my baby. It is okay, I will get you there, okay? Just tell me whatever you want.” He whispered into your ear as he kept slow dancing with you. Both of you stood there for a few minutes as your pussy calmed down. He caressed your skin, kissed your jaw softly as he hummed a low melody.

Despite the cosy set-up, Taehyung’s thick, raging erection was still buried inside you and you kept clenching around him.

Taehyung smiled to himself, this always reminded him of something. “Kitten, your pussy is trying to swallow my cock.” Then, he chuckled.

His words made your kitten wide awake. “Taetae, please continue, baby.” You kissed where you could reach, his wet chin was the only thing that you could aim in this position.

Taehyung gave that suggestion a thought. It was possible that you would start whining because of your sensitive cunt...the cunt that he had wrapped around him snuggly. Eventually, he gave you a couple of experimental thrusts and weighed your reaction on them.

“Taehyung,babyy….” Your desperate voice loosened up every muscle on Taehyung’s body. 

Then, you returned to your previous position and pulled your leg up by yourself. He started to pound you with a nice fast rhythm. 

“Oh, God, Tae,” You shrieked and placed your hands onto the wall. “Oh, God, I am gonna cum so soon,” Taehyung’s calculated thrusts got you on top of the orgasm mountain in a matter of seconds. Even you were surprised how quickly you were ready to orgasm again.

“You, fucking, hot, ah,” Even though you were absolutely wrecked, the little dirty kitten inside you were more talkative than ever. “Baby, your cock is so good, shit, ah-”

Taehyung heard your moans but his mind was only focused on one thing: to get you cum before he did. So, he bit down his lips and focused on your pleasure. It was you that he all cared. If you gave him your orgasm, he would be content with that forever and ever. 

“Ah, Taehyung… it is so deep.” You planted your face on the tile and pushed your ass even further. His iron grip on your thigh started to hurt but it was nothing compared to what your cervix was dealing with.

“Do you love it deep, babygirl?” Taehyung’s low voice was coated with arousal. You could feel his determination to trip over your orgasm. Such a sweet boyfriend, you thought. 

“I lo-love- it. You fuck me so good, baby. You always do.” You coaxed him with your compliments, it was the least you could do. 

“I love it too, kitten. I love pleasuring this needy cunt.” After his confession, Taehyung kept plunging wholeheartedly, his balls kept slapping at your lips. But he knew that he wasn’t hitting that spot. That spot that always got your knees weak, that made you fucking squirt everywhere. He took a step back while pounding you and bent you down even further. 

“Taehyun-” You immediately let out a quiet cry. That was it. Taehyung had successfully found your spot once again. Now, it was time to stimulate it, abuse it even. With his last willpower, Taehyung snapped his thighs harder. The harder he got, the whiner your voice became. 

“I am gonna, I am-” You screamed and your body started to shake in Taehyung’s hands. As your cunt locked Taehyung in, he couldn’t fight anymore and silently release his warm cum. His thighs quivered and he let out a deep long sigh as his cum filled you once again.

The conception of time flickered right then. You genuinely felt like you were floating in the air, in Taehyung’s arms. Maybe you had stayed bent over for a few seconds or a few hours, you don’t know. The only thing you know is Taehyung’s touch and his breathing. 

“Y/N,” your name cracked Taehyung’s dry throat. He was recovering from the biggest brain flush he experienced after orgasming. He almost felt high, stoned, drunk, sedated. His softened dick was still inside you because you were still clenching on him. 

“You squeezed me dry, babe. I swear I don’t have any more cum…” Taehyung whined as overstimulation kicked him. He steadied you and pulled himself out with a groan. 

With Taehyung leaving you, the little kitten of yours poured out the cum he just stuffed in you. Taehyung’s throat hitched at the sight. He pushed some of it back inside with his thumb. In response, your widened hole clenched around his finger. 

Taehyung didn’t want to force you more so he helped you stand straight, back pushed against his chest once again. “Ahh, Taetae, you are actually the best.” You praised him as soon as your brain started to work a bit.

In return, he wrapped his arms around your body tighter and purred against your ear. “I am happy to serve my princess.” 

With his soothing voice, the warm water started to splash on your body once again. You were glad to let Taehyung handle your body but aftershocks of your orgasm were still present in your brain. As Taehyung tried to release your grip, you clung back onto him with great force. “Oh, Taehyung, my legs will give out, don’t let me go.” You breathed out, Taehyung hummed and placed his chin on your head and held you with his iron grip. "Even your arm hair is fucking sexy, wtf?"

“I think I had enough orgasms to last a decade.” You joked, patting Taehyung’s strong arms. His body shook with a chuckle, “Okay then, I won’t touch you for a decade.” He joked with a high playful voice. 

“No! You will!” You opposed as you turned your body to him, letting your tits press against his chest. “I told you, I am going to ride this face tomorrow.” You said confidently, kissing his wet chin. It was rare that you were this comfortable with him giving you his mouth, mostly because his thick tongue literally drove you mad.

Taehyung laughed again, “Ughh, feisty.” He let out a gasp akin to a moan when you bit his jaw with a small tug. 

“Yes, I will ride this handsome face and you will take it like a good boy.” You tried your best to talk dirty to him. In your opinion, it was a bad attempt but Taehyung's face looked like he enjoyed it. He grabbed your butt with one head, and your face with the other. “Mmm, yes kitten, I will drown in your sweet cunt, fuck it with my tongue, make you squirt into my mouth.” He whispered with a smile. 

You shook with afterglows of your previous orgasms and his new words. Your pussy barely clenched, there were simply no orgasms left in you.

"Now, be my good girl and let me clean you, okay?" He kissed your forehead and released you. "Clean the mess you made?" You joked as he picked up a hairbrush from the counter. 

His lopsided smile appeared, “Yes, I am going to clean my mess, your sweet, messy, little cunt.” His low voice echoed in the bathroom as the warm water splattered on your skin. Taehyung’s hands quickly found your wet body and soothed your skin. “Turn around for me, baby.” His large hands on your waist turned you over. Then, he started to brush your hair under the running water. His hands were ever gentle and loving. Even though wet hair was difficult to brush, he managed it gracefully. Later, he squirted your shampoo and gently applied it to your hair. 

As Taehyung quietly took care of you, you melted with the warm water. “Mmm, Taetae,” you mumbled his name while the softest loofah on the earth danced around your body. “Yes, my love?” he inquired even though he knew you were simply calling his name out of comfort. Taehyung loved doing this to you, showering you like the little babygirl you are. His number one priority was your comfort and what better way to provide you with some comfort with a warm shower. Well, he knew that you loved scalding-hot water-showers. He had the privilege to experience that before. However, unlike you, he had a skin of a  normal human so more adequate temperatures were his choice.

“Spread your legs, my love.” Taehyung tried to use a nonchalant tone, but every sentence split from his mouth had an aphrodisiac effect on you. Once again, you tried to ignore your overstimulated pussy and shook with a small shiver. When you opened your legs, the soft loofah ghosted around your thighs quickly and ran to your legs. With that Taehyung was on his knees, probably your favourite position. 

Taehyung’s sweet touches didn’t stop while he spread the vanilla-scented foam, he had the same caring touches as he rinsed you and tied your hair in a braid. When he carried you back to bed with a towel wrapped around you, when he lay you on the bed. Although his self-control shattered to pieces when he put on your body lotion, Taehyung was diligent to take care of you for the night… for the rest of his life...

you’re mine (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader summary: Taehyung is too scare to lose you so he follows an unhealthy advice

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

genre/warnings: smut, some fluff,  established relationship, !idoltae, secret relationship,  there is some unhealthy view on women but it is nothing we are use to, unprotected sex (please stay safe), dom!taehyung but sub!taehyung too— it is complicated.... oral sex (m.recieving), sth between breeding kink-exhibitionism kink, some restriction but nothing serious, taehyung and y/n have  loose mouths, jealousy sex?

word count: 11K

A/N2:  I have two assignments due this Tuesdays but I promised for an update. So, here it is. I didn’t edit this. Enjoy my madness...

A/N2:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe. 

“You should have got her pregnant, man, then, you could be like me,” Sungho said after taking a shot of soju. He was already drunk along with Seokjin, Namjoon and others Taehyung couldn’t see now. 

“Like you?” Woo-shik chuckled bitterly. “She has a boyfriend!” He playfully hit Sungho’s knee. As they got up and wrestle with each other drunkenly, Taehyung questioned why he was there in the first place. Sungho and Woo-shik were Seokjin’s old friends and have been close with the boys. Two of them used to be married, but now they were just drinking buddies for the BTS members. 

“Yeah, just like me. Her boyfriend can eat my dick. She is my wife.” Sungho hiccuped. “She slept with me yesterday, just like the old days.” The older man said while pouring up another shot glass. 

“You were the first one who cheated. Stop being a cry-baby.” Jimin uttered bitterly, he was annoyed how the two men spoke lowly about their old partners. 

“No, Jimine, don’t be so sure. When you get a wife, you’ll understand.” Sungho drank his glass in one go. “Your wife can always leave you. But the mother of your children will never do that.” The words echoed in Taehyung’s head. Maybe because of a couple of soju he had. “Look, Haneul divorced me, but she has to be with me every single Sunday. She does everything for our son. And by that-'' The man hiccupped once again “-She will always be around me- She will never move on.” Sungho laughed disgustingly and Jimin didn’t answer the poor man.

“If you had have fucked a baby into her, she would still be around you.” Sungho winked at Woo-shik and down the remainders in the green bottle. Jimin huffed and got up. Meanwhile, the words keep getting repeated in his head, your wife can always leave you. But the mother of your children will never do that…

“So she has a boyfriend, huh?” Seokjin nodded his head, it was obvious that he was drunk too. Taehyung remembered Sungho’s wife—well, ex-wife, from a couple of pictures from Seokjin’s university life. She was a nice girl, he never knew what she found good in this man.

“Yeah, for now. She can have some toys- but she is my wife.” Sungho kept saying his mantra, she is my wife. Seokjin chucked, “She was hot.” His eyes were locked on the red carpet at the ground. 

“She was. She is still fucking hot— now that she is a manager, she became even hotter. My wife…” Sungho agreed, eyes closed, hand clutching the bottle in front of him. “She still wears my ring. She says it is because people flirt with her- Hah- they always did. She was always so pretty, but mine to play with…”

Woo-shink sighed in a similar position, eyes closed holding a soju bottle, “I could never do that to her. She never wanted to be a mother.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, yeah, they always say that, and then, hop on to your dick and ride it to the sunset to get pregnant.” Sungho touched his wedding band, smirking, eyes still closed. 

Yoongi scoffed from where he was sitting, “That’s right. You just gotta give them enough dick or else they start looking for one. You gotta simp them, make them feel in control, then fuck them into madness.” He slurred while closing his eyes. “Do you remember the bob cut?” He asked Jimin, and Jimin nodded. Then, Yoongi turned to Woo-shik and Sungho, “I had a girl six months ago. She was mental. Once, she destroyed everything in my bedroom because I was too busy working.” Taehyung had never seen the girl but heard a lot about it. “She would always complain and scream at me when I had to work. One day I let her do anything to me.” Yoongi scoffed, “She got on top of me and rode me for hours, crying about how good I was to her. For months, I let her do anything to me— not that she did anything other than riding me. Then, I fucked her like a bitch, she actually cried for more and she stuck along for months just because I gave her a nice dick. So, if you want your woman to stay by your side, you gotta serve her a good sex.” 

Taehyung felt super uncomfortable talking about another woman’s sexual life, his stomach was filled with delicious food and a few shots of alcohol, but he felt nauseous thinking about his hyung having sex. 

He also missed you a lot too. It was why he was upset. He preferred to spend his Thursday nights in your arms, but there he was, listening to a whiny man saying your wife can always leave you. But the mother of your children will never do that and another saying you gotta simp bro.

 If he was with you, you would cuddle him in front of the large TV and keep kissing his face and neck. If he is lucky, you would wrestle with him a bit and land on his dick for the night. Date nights were Monday afternoons, but you were insatiable on Thursdays too

“Do you guys have any updates? We can’t continue listening to you guys’ amazing relationship tips.” Seokjin looked at the other guys.

“Tell that to my asshole,” Woo-shik groaned. “You will understand when the chick you are with runs away for a better dick and you- oh god-” Finally, he stopped talking and ran to the bathroom.

Taehyung thought about what Woo-shik said while he was throwing up in the bathroom. He was kinda right, wasn’t he?

There were always better dicks outside, even in his case, plenty of better dicks. Dicks that can take you out to dinner, dicks that could hold your hand outside, dicks that could enter the same car as you, dicks that you could tell your friends that he was your boyfriend. Taehyung couldn’t do anything normal with you. There was always a scare of getting caught. You would be very fitting if you left him for a better dick. But you couldn’t leave him if he fucked a baby into you… Right?

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Taehyung doubted massively whether this was normal. A clean house and getting you pregnant was literally giving him an erection equally. But yup, it was correct. As soon as he entered his large clean house, his chest was filled with domesticity followed by his dick filled with blood.

He looked around the open dining area, the kitchen counter was shining as the moonlight glazed over it, and the marble dining table was free of clutter, just decorated with a minimal runner and some plants.

The long grey linen curtains were closed tightly over another cotton curtain as this open window looked over to the busy road. A similar fabric was apparent somewhere else too. As always numerous jars of yoghurts were wrapped up in a blanket very similar to the linen curtains. 

As Taehyung entered the open kitchen area, a pungent lemony smell lingered. It was probably the new surface cleaner you bought. Lemon for summer, pomegranate for winter.

Other than yoghurt jars, the countertop was clutter-free and spotless. No dishes were in sight that annoyingly asked for attention. The bins were emptied out, the diffuser was plugged in and most probably empty.

Taehyung made his way to the living room where he was granted the same cosy feeling. The humongous black couch was at its best version. Its pillows were fluffed, most probably a packet of lint roller was used to clean Yeontan’s fur. Did he mention that the couch smelt amazing? 

Taehyung had a business meeting for the upcoming venture of HYBE, and later, he went drinking with his friends. He felt filthy. His clothes were sticking to layers of sweat and he was utterly tired. He didn’t have the energy to lift a finger and yet he was standing in your shared closet with a raging boner. 

He entered the walk-in closet slowly, looking at the abundance of his clothes. His shelves were overflowing next to your side. You didn’t like having a lot of clutter, saying it occupied your mind heavily even if you have one pair of jeans that was rarely used. But that didn’t mean that your style was boring; quite the opposite, with colourful dresses, shirts and pants with many high heels, and tasteful pieces of jewellery, Taehyung enjoyed your style very much even though he looked too classic next to you. Your pink and red playful dresses always looked so adolescent next to his heavy Gucci outfits. Also, he loved how your style changed over time. As you become more mature, the flower prints slowly turn into plaids.  But those cute short dresses that drove him crazy were still there, tucked in corners. 

How would you look in maternity clothes, he couldn’t help but wonder. He would buy you all sorts of maternity clothes to make you feel comfortable in your changing body and worship your body. 

Taehyung kept looking at your clothes on the shelves and cabinets. The clean fabric smell filled his nostrils. One of the cabinet doors was slightly opened. When he peeked inside, he realised that it was his blazer cabinet. One empty hanger was the indicator that you had taken his jacket. Taehyung closed the cabinet door with a smirk and walked to your vanity within the closet. That was good, people must have seen you with his blazer. 

The suite bathroom was right next to your vanity. Taehyung put down his phone, wallet and car keys next to a collection of makeup brushes and picked up some clean clothes which smelled exactly like you. Then, he stepped into the bathroom. Very much like the rest of the house, the suite bathroom was spotless too. Creamy marble was cold but welcoming, the subtle smell of bleach was ghosting his mind.  

Taehyung looked at his reflection in the mirror, he was totally scruffy. His first thought was to have a bath but with his horny state there was no chance he could stay well-behaved. And he wished to save his erection for you and spent his all energy fucking you into the mattress tonight. 

The best idea was to have an everything shower, where could take care of his hygiene needs thoroughly. He stripped down to his underwear and took off his bracelet and rings; he placed his rings into the small tray you had next to your sink. The small pinkish tray usually held your earrings, and you would not mind his stuff mixed with yours. After all, you were his girlfriend. Yeah, his girlfriend. Taehyung’s cock throbbed at the thought. It was still ridiculous that your physical belongings were making him horny. 

Soon later, he hopped into the shower washing the setting sprays and gels in his hair and layers of sweat and makeup. Then, he was surrounded by your vanilla-scented body peeing. It was too soft for Taehyung’s liking, but the smell was delicious, contradictory to his minty shaving cream. With the cool cream touching his skin, the razor glided smoothly against his pelvis. The only thing that was making his shaving difficult was not the sweet vanilla scent or his slippery hands, but his ever-so-hard dick. 

As his fingers grazed over his balls, Taehyung couldn’t help but have a couple of playful tugs. With your gorgeous body on his mind, he tugged at the tip. Your one hand would usually linger around his tip while the other painfully held his base. There was no way he could mimic the same pleasure, but he tried anyway. He spent a few seconds teasing his tip. Not long after he was leaking, his cum now mixed with bubbles on the ground. You would never waste his seed like this. You would whine about how he should just dump all his cum into you with the most seductive voice, and Taehyung was only so dominant that he would follow your request like a puppy. Even though he was your dom, he felt the immaculate power you had over him. Taehyung scoffed at himself, you get a raging erection just because she did the dishes, of course, she has power over you, you simp. So what? He will gladly call himself a simp for you.

“Mmhmm, Y/N,” He moaned out your name as he became more languid with the tugs. Your bothered face appeared in his eyes. You would beg him for his cock if you were here now. Oh, my sweet girl, Taehyung thought. 

Both of you had fucked in the shower plenty of times before but the desire to have you in his arms right now was immense. It desperately pushed Taehyung’s mind. What would you say to him if you were here now, pressed into the tiles as you jerked him off? Well, you would beg— Nah, cry for him. “Taehyung, please baby, paint me in your cum. I want your warm cum to drip down my legs, please give me your cum.” Your voice filled Taehyung’s mind as he was in the brick of this orgasm already. Your filthy mouth always became loose as he fucked into you. Your slurred words both fire Taehyung’s machine to fuck you mercilessly and force him to release his cum. 

As much as his rough hands tugging at his long erection felt wonderful, he had to stop. Not because you would mind him masturbating, but he wanted to give you a big load tonight. 

Taehyung released the tight hold begrudgingly. Patience, Taehyung, patience. It's not long before she comes home, he thought. Imagine how she moans when you dick her down. 

Taehyung motivated himself and quickly started to rinse. All his stress went down the drain. Then, he did everything in his power to clean the shower afterwards as it would be a massive disrespect to your hard work. 

After his calming shower, he wore his bathrobe, his wet hair brushed back revealing his handsome face. His lean toned body was cloaked under the cotton bathrobe. Taehyung dragged himself to the large white ottoman in the bedroom, picking up his clothes on the way. One of your empty bags was placed on the ground right beside the ottoman. You probably had changed your decision and took a different bag, and then, left his one on the ground. Taehyung smiled and picked the white bag up and placed it where it belongs.

His heavy shoulders were begging him to lay on the bed, but he had to put on his moisturiser first. Then, he needed to get dressed, otherwise, his dick was going to explode. With the anticipation of your arrival, Taehyung got rid of his bathrobe and put on his water-based body lotion. His clothing of choice was scarce. He simply put on one of his comfy grey cotton boxers, this one had a cut in the front which you found funny in male underwear. To him, the shortcut was quite handy when it came to having a quickie with you. Sometimes you would stick your hand inside his underwear just to tease him, yeah you were that naughty. 

Taehyung wore one of his pyjamas sets to finish off his mind-blowing boyfriend look. Then, he took his phone from your vanity and dragged himself into the living room. The clock showed 23:26 when he laid down on the couch with his boner still forcing his attention to slip away. 

To take his mind off, he mindlessly opened his phone, his delicate fingers tapped on the messaging app, and he started typing.

[Taehyung] bby where r u?

Your last seen was 40 min ago so he wished you would see his message immediately. But there was no sign. He texted again.

[Taehyung] babygirl when r u coming back?

His impatient fingers rolled around the keyboard, maybe he should just call you. But you were in concert. Last night you had told him about this concert that you had to substitute because one of your co-workers was unable to. 

Taehyung’s mind went to what his friends were talking about, especially the cheating part. You wouldn’t cheat on him, right? Unfortunately, Taehyung’s mind served him a picture of you jumping on another man’s lap.

Ugh, he hates the idea. He would actually have the biggest anger explosion. He would probably hurt that man… Yes, he would hurt that man so bad that he would never touch another woman in his life.

But how about you? What would he do to you? He couldn’t even think about hitting you, no, that was never an option. Could he leave you? No, he wouldn’t be able to… A bitter sob scratched Taehyung’s throat.

[Taehyung] come on luv. 

[Taehyung] babee text meeeee

Taehyung felt like a pervy date messaging you like that, but his mind had switched places with his dick. Luckily, he didn’t dare to send you a picture of his cock. As he got comfortable on the couch, the house became creepily silent. Normally he would put on some music while he lounged around lazily, but this time he decided to listen to the silence and occasional car sounds from the road ahead of his apartment building

Right then his phone rang, you sent him a picture.

 [Y/N] I am waiting for a taxi, baby.

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The picture you sent him went straight down to his dick and Taehyung hissed loudly into the pillow. Your legs looked scrumptious, ugh that sweet slit punched his heart in the face. Your heels and your fucking dress made you look like a woman, his sexy woman.

[Y/N] I will be at home in 30min. Where are you? 

Today Taehyung felt like being babied, he wanted you to baby him, kiss him all over, ride his dick and make him cum all over this neat house. He needed that intimacy after his friend played with his mind.

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[Taehyung] came home 

[Taehyung] and missing my sexy girl

[Taehyung] ughhhh i want those legs over my shoulders bbygirl

Taehyung continued to tap his fingers at the back of his phone, he imagined you writhing against the bed, legs kicking as he fucked into you. You would be so loud and tonight Taehyung didn’t plan to stop. The seen sign appeared next to his messages, but he got no answer in return.

[Taehyung] come home quickly and ride my dick babe

[Taehyung] i am so hard bc of you

[Taehyung] look at those legs… i’ll bite those thighs red…

[Taehyung] i’ll do anything u want bby,,,

[Taehyung] i want you to make me yours, come and play with ur boyfriend ;)))

[Taehyung] maybe this could change your mind?

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You were definitely affected by your handsome boyfriend’s tempting—horny messages, and, of course, you quickly realised what he was up to. 

[Y/N] omg total hottie o.o im drooling 

[Y/N] If you don’t want your girlfriend to start touching herself in a taxi, you should stop.

[Y/N] Nice hands btw, can I have them in my mouth?

The principal cellist called your name and a few others to let everyone know that taxis had arrived. “It was a great concert, guys. Thanks for the save, Y/N. See you all on Monday.” He tiredly smiled and rushed to his taxi. You got in the taxi with two friends from, “Ughh such a long day,” Aera groaned as the other shut the door.

“Yesss, I thought the last bit was going to take forever to finish.”  Gyeong agreed with a similar groan and scooted closer. 

“You should have seen our section. I swear people were this close to walking off.” You spit the words as if it is a bad taste, making two gorgeous women laugh harmonically. 

“But the conductor is AWESOME!”  Area said for the millionth time today and she was right. The super-uper prodigy Chinese conductor was definitely a virtuoso and a total perfectionist. 

“He isn’t even that old. If he wasn’t that broody, I would rate him fuckable,” Aera gasped with enthusiasm. “Perfect, perfect,” she repeated while shaking her head.

Meanwhile, your phone vibrated in your hands. God knows what devilish messages Taehyung was sending you but there was no way that you could open any of them. 

“I want to lay on my couch all weekend and eat like shit.” Gyeong stretched her legs as the car sped up. She was right to be tired, the poor woman had to stand up all-day

“Couldn’t agree more,” You agreed, the heels you were wearing were digging to your feet. “I just want to take these shoes off and never see them again.” You complained, looking down at your shoes. They were gorgeous for sure and the pain that beauty caused was acceptable, but this degree of pain was unbearable. It felt like your feet were on fire.

“I am hungry but what am I gonna cook this hour?” Aera asked as she checked her phone. You shrugged, “Probably some leftovers or ramyeon.” Normally, you would be more excited about discussing dinner plans but today you felt drained to cook something fresh. Aera laughed at your dosed eyes.

“This concert really changed me as a person.” You joked, making them laugh again. 

“I don’t think I looked at someone this long, even to my husband.” Area said as continued to scroll down on her phone. Her section, viola, had spent around 45 minutes just counting rests.

“I have no idea what to cook. Chung-ho doesn’t eat anything these days.” She further explained. You remembered her little son, Chung-ho, barely from a couple of pictures. He was five years old at most.

“Doesn’t your hubby cook?” Gyeong hit Aera’s elbow playfully as Area rolled her eyes. “Yeah, tell him that!” From her tone, you could pick the sourness of the situation. “He only takes care of Chung-ho. Leaves the dishes at the ttable, doesn’thelp with laundry or anything. He doesn't even take out the trash. He says he is doing his best by taking care of his son and I am a work-driven madwoman who can’t even keep up with cooking dinner!” Aera looked out from the window with a big sigh after her sudden rage. 

You felt uncomfortable hearing about your co-worker’s marriage. They were never this open with their personal life and you still couldn’t figure out the correct etiquette.

“I bet you don’t have that problem, Y/N.” Gyeong changed the subject as she felt uncomfortable about the sudden mood change.

You smiled shyly, your relationship with Taehyung was never a topic of discussion since he was a huge celebrity. The only thing your friends knew about your boyfriend was that he was rich and romantic. “I guess you could say that.” You agreed.

“I mean he doesn’t usually help with chores…but he is considerate…” You told, smiling supportively to Aera. 

“Can’t relate.” She laughed, shaking her head to the sides.

While you were in the taxi, Taehyung had reached the limit of his patience as his cock throbbed with the thought of you. And he felt terribly guilty for popping an erection in the first place. He didn’t put on any music as usual so he was left alone with his thoughts running in his mind. 

Taehyung picked up his phone and looked at the photo you sent him. Your soft legs almost made him cry…the split in your skirt has looked insanely hot. How did people at the meeting focus on their work? If he was with you, he would surely keep gripping your thighs.

“Y/N…” He moaned your name out in the empty apartment while his hands found the throbbing messy dick in his boxers. He squeezed himself over his boxer. “Baby,” he whined, kicking his legs. 

Right on the cue, his phone vibrated. Taehyung sighed in frustration as you weren’t the one who texted him. 

It was his mother who sent a picture to the group chat including his family members and you. The text read “I cannot wait to have my own grandchildren'' featuring her and your baby nephew, Thomas. 

Taehyung’s parents were currently visiting your parents in France. Their two-week-long trip was all paid for by you as a gift on Taehyung’s birthday. 

On every Taehyung’s birthday, you would give Taehyung’s parents a gift, more like a thank you for making the hottest boyfriend in the world. It was a tradition that you and his parents had. So this year, they were travelling to France and visiting your family too. 

This picture was taken on the big table in the backyard of your family’s house. Your cute nephew, Thomas, who was sitting at the table like any 2 year old, had his little arms hugging Taehyung’s mother’s neck. His father was in the corner, snickering at the cute sight, and your mother was at the opposite corner, holding a baby bottle, smiling fondly at his mother.

It wasn’t new that both of your parents semi-pressured the two of you to give them a grandchild. To be honest, he expected that his parents would be very traditional and want the two of you to get married first. But their want for grandchildren had blinded them so much that they didn’t care about any rules. 

Taehyung can give you a baby, hell yeah, he will give you a baby. But did you actually want kids now? You did talk about wanting kids, and you always made him cum in seconds asking him to knock you up, but it could be all sexual role-play. After all, you were a young woman that had a thriving career. Getting pregnant would suspend your career for at least two years despite Taehyung’s best efforts. Also, he knew that you wanted him all to yourself when you got pregnant. Looking at his career goals, that isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Right then, he heard the doorbell, followed by an unlocking sound. “Mr Kim Taehyung!” He heard you calling him angrily. “You are-” he heard your heels clicking. 

“Where are you?” You looked around the house with frustration seeping through your eyelids. Right after Taehyung heard you, you entered the living room. “What are these messages?” You asked, stomping. You looked ravishing in front of him with hair swept to the side. Only his to play with…

Taehyung shrugged, “Nothing. Just a fragment of my imagination.” He continued to stroke himself while eyeing your body. You were dressed in a long black dress with spaghetti straps. The simplicity suited your gorgeous face. The only thing that Taehyung opposed was the generosity of the slit. It went too high for his liking.

“Taehyung,” you gasped his name as he looked at your thighs while stroking his cock lazily. 

“Yes, baby?” He answered, finally making eye contact. 

Taehyung was bothered— too horny for his own good. His hand was still in his boxers, legs spread widely.

“What-” You muttered. The erotic image ahead of Taehyung’s legs and his occupied hand made your pussy flutter. 

“Come here, baby…” He stuttered, giving you a welcoming look.

You shook your head, “What if I opened your texts in the carl?” 

Your hands were placed on your hips, Taehyung couldn’t give a fuck.

“Nothing would have happened, kitten. Now come here…” His nonchalant voice annoyed your horny ass. You rolled your eyes, pulling your laptop and tablet to charge them. You scoffed and dropped your bags to the table. “I thought you were going to spend the night out tonight.” You said while washing your hands in the kitchen. It was peculiar. Why didn’t you go to the bathroom?

“I was- but I got bored. Uggghh, Y/N... Crawl here, babygirl, and take this…” Taehyung palmed his entire length and hissed as his orgasm approached him that second.

“What makes you think that you deserve to cum, babyboy?” you asked him half-mockingly. His pyjamas and hair made him look like a large baby. Your confident attitude went straight down to his dick, and he let out a breathy moan.

“I have waited for you-” He gasped, wrist tugging with force. His curly fluffy hair was all over his face, those lean lips were red and puffy. The telltale sign of his upcoming orgasm was painted all over his face. “Stop Taehyung,” You tried to say calmly. The small devilish woman in you was knocking on the door, wanting to tease him all night.

His eyes opened with so much need, “No- no baby, I can’t stop.” He whined, tempted to stop as his wrist continued tugging at an impeded pace.

“Stop for me Taetae, and I will suck your cock. S-top for me.” You said, slipping your spaghetti straps.

“Come on, baby. Let me taste you.” You didn’t step closer, just stood there watching Taehyung masturbate. His hand was inside his pants, bulging with every move. He listened to you and ripped his hand away from his cock. “Ughh, baby….” He cried out loud, hips grinding up involuntarily. You hummed with pleasure. He was listening to you as much as you listened to him. “My good baby,” You murmured as his glossy eyes found your body standing away from him. Your straps were off, probably waiting for him to strip down. His dick released a few drops of precum and it slid right off his long base.

“Can you help me get out of these shoes?” You asked him, exaggerating a cute face. Taehyung nodded and got up. You stood there as he came closer to you and grasped your waist with his large hand. 

You did the similar and pulled him close to you. “Mhmm, my baby,” You said, leaving open mouth kisses on his jaw. “Can you take my dress off, baby? Taehyung took Yoongi’s advice from earlier and decided to sub you, let you have control over him. He gulped as you turned your back on him, revealing the zipper to his eyes. 

Taehyung took a deep breath and grasped your ass. A growl left his throat, such a good ass, he thought. As he kneaded your ass, you pulled your hair to the front, trying to open your zipper. Taehyung’s hand replaced yours quickly and pulled the smooth zipper down to reveal your body.

As the straps were off, your dress fell to the ground with a breath hitch. “Thank you, baby,” you turned your face to Taehyung as his eyes ate your naked body. A nude strapless bra and black girl boxers weren’t sexy in your book but Taehyung felt frustration in his gut. He couldn’t wait to touch your smooth skin.

“My shoes too, Taetae.” You pouted and rubbed your leg onto him. So, he dropped onto his knees and immediately connected his lips with your thigh. A light moan left you as his fairy kisses wetted your thighs. Then, the kisses started to involve teeth, which made you pull Taehyung’s hair. 

He groaned, nah, he cried with pleasure as you pulled onto his brown roots with an innocent face. “My feet hurt baby, please be quick.” 

Taehyung couldn’t tell how you picked his mood for role-playing, but you seemed to enjoy it. Taehyung dutifully lifted your knee and took off your black heel. Of course, his mouth didn’t stay still and your knees up to your thighs were covered in kisses. 

When he got rid of both of your heels, Taehyung’s kisses started to get messier. His mouth led him to your warm, clothed core. You were wearing boxer panties so he wasn’t granted direct touch to your warm lips, but he still buried his nose into your core.

“Taehyung,” you shrieked his name when Taehyung took a big whiff and moaned in return. His warm breath burnt your core, “Baby,” Your knees buckled up while Taehyung tried to bury his face deeper. You dipped your fingers into his hair and slowly rode his mouth. The feeling was intoxicating, but you remembered his text message: come and play with ur boyfriend

“No, no, I want to suck you off first. You said you waited for me…” Again, you pulled Taehyung’s hair back.  It drove Taehyung insane. He loved how you took charge of his body by simply tugging his hair.

As he got up, you intertwined your fingers with his and pushed him towards the couch while sloppily kissing his lips, well most of them ended up on his chin because your boyfriend was built like a tree. With a final push, you made Taehyung sit on the couch and get comfortable between his legs. Taehyung manspreaded. “Ugh,” You moaned, palming his thighs.

“Every time you sit like this, I want to ride your dick.” You confessed with a pout on your lips. Taehyung couldn’t help but thrust into your hand. 

“Babygirl,” his large hand wrapped around your nape as you let open mouth kisses to your neck. 

“My handsome baby,” you said in return and nuzzled your face into his cheek. “You are so hot, baby,” you mumbled into his ear. 

You remembered Taehyung’s earlier text and couldn’t help but giggle. “Are you actually gonna let me play with you?” You asked Teahyung with large, glittering eyes. 

You bit down your bottom lip while waiting for his answer. Not trusting his voice, Taehyung nodded. He was willing to be your sex toy. 

“Oh my god, babyyy,” You clapped happily and hugged his chest.

Taehyung smiled and patted your head again. “Mhmm, let me take off your shirt, hottie. You don’t need this anyway.” Being shirtless wasn’t something Taehyung felt confident in. He always felt insecure about not having picture-perfect abs or mad big pecs and you didn’t exactly help. Whenever he took his shirt off, you would say that you will get pregnant if he doesn’t cover himself or start moaning “baby”, or simply lick his happy trail because you thought he was a tasty snack. Not to mention the time you rode his abdomen and came on his chest. So, it wasn’t surprising that your first move was to get rid of his shirt. 

While you happily undid his buttons, you couldn’t help but share your excitement verbally. “This is the best thing ever. It is like Christmas again and I am unwrapping my favourite gift.” 

Taehyung laughed while the pain from his erection became unbearable. 

“Stay put, darling.” You spoke, getting comfortable on your knees. The carpet on the floor burnt your knees but it was nothing compared to fire in your pussy. However, now was the time to focus on your boyfriend. 

“Babygirl,” he growled as you nuzzled your face onto his thigh. 

“You missed me, baby?” You asked him with big eyes. Taehyung did hear you, but his brain didn’t understand you really. So he just looked you in the eyes with frustration drowning his body.

“I missed you so much, my love. And… Feels like you missed me too.” You said pressing your palm to his pelvis. Taehyung growled again. His frustrated state was overly handsome. You placed your hand over his large ones, “I asked if I could have them in my mouth and you didn’t reply.” You pouted and held his wrist up. 

“Did you fuck this fist?” His right hand was already dry, but Taehyung nodded. A wicked smile covered your face and you started to kiss his knuckles. “Mhmm, let them in my mouth,” You dropped your tongue out and pressed Taehyung’s two fingers onto it. Then, you closed your mouth slowly and watched his head kick back.

“Tasty,” you moaned, pressing your palm down his pelvis.

“Babygirl,” Taehyung gritted his teeth as you pushed his fingers deeper. It was so obvious that his dom side was trying to seep through the whiny sub side of him.

“You taste amazing, babyboy.” You whispered, taking his fingers out. Taehyung rolled his eyes, his wet fingers drawing circles on your cheek. 

“Let me see your titties,” he said drunkenly.

You pulled yourself upright between his legs and quickly unclasped your bra. As you were wearing a strapless bra today, the clasp at the back was extra tight, digging into your skin. You grimaced the marks on your chest. 

Taehyung drew his finger to your breasts, his fingers traced around the pinkish mark. Taehyung murmured something to himself, all of a sudden guilty washed his handsome face.

You shrugged, “You should kiss them to make it feel better…” 

Taehyung smiled, his head leaning in front to capture your lips in his. But you dodged the kiss and placed your hand on his firm chest. 

“After I suck the life out of you, babyboy.” You pushed him back roughly and aimed for the pants lying lazily on his tiny waist. Taehyung helped you strip his undergarments off and seconds later you were granted the sexy sight of his pretty dick. 

It was so hard that he stood up all by himself. “So pretty,” The pretty mushroom top was the best pink shade and it got darker to his meaty base. The protruding vein at the back was pulsing strongly. Some precum was rubbed to the base but overall it looked very dry.

“Poor thing, he is all dry.” You ran your hand on Taehyung’s thighs as he watched your eyes dance around his cock. He felt shy even though you had seen him naked millions of times. 

“Oh, baby, now you are leaking,” Globes of precum gathered on his tip immediately, you touched one of the drops with your forefinger while it was sliding down. 

Taehyung shivered “You have the prettiest cock, Taehyung.” Your eyes now danced around his bothered red face. The subtle mint smell and his soft skin indicated a shower before your arrival. “And smells amazing too.” You said giggling as you tugged him nonchalantly. “I wonder if it tastes good…”

“It hurts…” Taehyung writhed against the couch. His desperate side was making you drip to your thighs. 

You didn’t say anything back. Just placed small kisses on the tip. Taehyung dug his nails into the couch as your timid kisses turned into open mouth kisses.

Before he realised you started making out with his tip for minutes as he leaked into your mouth slowly. “Baby, please…” Taehyung whined, his spit planting on his cheek. He brought his hand to cover his handsome face, wiping his tears. Tears of pleasure…

“Mhmm, don’t cry, baby…” you giggled and sucked him into your mouth. He was long, but his thickness was making your job difficult. For the sake of your gag reflex, you pulled him out after seconds. Taehyung let out a cry, “Why are you teasing me?” he said.

You didn’t answer him again and tried to take him deeper. He was a mouthful for sure, but the bitter-sweet taste of him made your mind go hazy enough to take more And those deep grunts he let out were orgasm worthy. 

After getting used to his length, you started to build up a rhythm. “Oh, baby you're gonna make me cum so- now.” Taehyung’s legs bounced around you. You kept going, assisting your hands when your mouth became full. The last breaking point for him was making eye contact.

You arched your back and looked at his face. But Taehyung had already closed his eyes, biting down his bottom lips. Because of the tension at his jaw, his face had become sexier and pleasure was filling his face.

“Come on baby, make me your cum dump…” You spoke in a pout as your hands worked diligently. Taehyung was too tired to resist your tempting words and his aching dick.

To your surprise, you kept a nice rhythm with your mouth and hands. Taehyung was too long to deep throat but your warm and sticky mouth engulfed him in half while pumping him with a strong grip. Also, your erotic moans vibrated his entire being. You looked like you enjoyed having him in your mouth. Your eyes were mostly closed as if you were tasting the best meal and pressed your thighs together to give yourself small friction. 

“You are so hard, baby…” You whined as he filled your mouth satisfactorily, drools mixed with his cum were dripping down from the corners of your mouth to your neck. Taehyung thrusted himself involuntarily as you stopped for a breath. “I love it when you are hard for me,” you moaned and kissed his tip lovingly.

Taehyung growled in return and patted your head. “Do you want to fuck my face, baby?” your eyes sparkled with sexual energy. Without waiting for an answer, you made him hold your nape. “You can fuck my mouth, babyboy…” You encouraged him and took a position. Now that he was controlling the pace, you had to be extra careful with your teeth.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had zero mind space to be careful about something. Your obedience to his pleasure was the sexiest energy he felt; and now that you were letting him thrust into your mouth, he had no choice but cum.

“I am gonna, now-” he warned you as his euphoria hit him. The sensation was overbearingly high, his breath hitched, and his knees shook as you kept stroking him. Your mouth was still wrapped around him as far as you felt comfortable taking. 

He released into your mouth with a deep growl while his whole body shook. His pleasure washed over him like the waves did the shores. The sight of you drinking his cum made Taehyung spurt some more as you moaned around him. He was warm and mouthful. There was some much cum, but you tried to drink him up. It wasn’t difficult as he tasted addicting, as his warm cum filled your mouth, your pussy quivered in need. Taehyung looked through his lashes and you were enjoying yourself with his dick in your mouth, which made everything more pleasurable for him. He even forgot the fact that he lasted 5 seconds after holding your hair.

“Fucking shit- there is so much,” you said, drops of cum dripped down to your chest and to the couch.

“How long has my sweet boy not touched his dick?” You asked him whilst licking his base. 

“Aww,” you continued with a half-teasing, half-mocking voice. This act was out of your abilities but something about controlling Taehyung’s pleasure gave you strength.

Taehyung couldn’t answer you while your warm tongue danced on his thigh and stomach. He has leaked all over his body so you were dutifully cleaning him.

“Cat got your tongue, subby-boy?” you giggled as you tucked Taehyung’s still hard dick into his boxer and climbed next to him. Around then, Taehyung's consciousness was back, so he gave you a small spank on your panty covered ass. 

“What did you call me?” His voice went up and down.

“I called you my subby-boy, my sweet bottom to play with-” You snickered as another spank planted on your ass. Taehyung wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed you against him. 

“Is that so?” He tried to sound like a little sub, but he was now back to his original state.

“Yes, my babyboy…” you teased him again but you could clearly see the original Taehyung coming up. 

“Should I call you mummy?” he brushed his nose against yours.

You grimaced, “Oh god, please don’t” Your sudden face drop made Taehyung giggle. 

“No, no, I love it. I loved how you dominated me, babygirl. You keep getting better at it too. If you are a good girl, one day you can convince me to top me.” Taehyung wrapped his other arms around you and tugged you against him. Now, your forehead was planted against his neck as he placed a small kiss on your shoulder.

“Mhmm, top you?” You giggled. “I think I am awesome at making you cum, but you are my beloved precious top and I don’t want to change that.” You said knowingly and lied next to Taehyung on the small couch.

“I loved how you kept giving me your cum, baby… That is my favourite…” You whispered to his ear, clearly amused at the amount of cum you got as you kept licking your fingers.

Taehyung tried to suppress a smile, “That’s what happens when you don’t touch me for a week.” He pouted.

“It has been that long?” You asked.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Someone is masturbating…” He tried to glare at you.

“Well,” you released his tight hold and placed your head on his chest. “I have done it once.” You spoke matter-factly. 

Taehyung snickered and pulled you on top of his chest. “Yeah? What did you think when you played with your pussy?” 

His question got your cheeks burning, “I thought about my bias, of course. Have you ever heard of him?” 

Taehyung playfully lifted his eyes, not sure if you would joke or not. You quickly continued, “His name is Kim Taehyung. Have you heard of him? He is a total panty dropper.” 

“Yeah?” Taehyung asked, kissing your jaw. 

“Oh yeah, you must see him! He is way too hot for his own good… His body thrusts- oh god- he makes me squirt everywhere.” You playfully confessed the truth and earned another spank on your ass.

“Filthy girl. So you masturbate watching my videos? Maybe I should do the same, huh?” Taehyung throbbed at your confession, well, he knew that you had folders of pictures and videos from his performances, and you used them in your spare time. But hearing it from your mouth made his chest puff. 

“No!” you furrowed your brows at him, voice changing immediately. “You can have me whenever you want!” You proved your point by rubbing your leg to his.

“Also, I don’t need to watch your videos.” Taehyung rubbed your cheek with his thumb as you spoke. “I just look at your pictures and- I am gone.” Taehyung felt your fingers gripping his wrist.

“Mhmm,” Taehyung let out a deep groan as you kept rubbing your legs onto him.

“You can always wake me up, baby. Or just ride my dick while I sleep, use me to your pleasure..” Taehyung whispered into your ear. His warm breath and dirty words made your thighs shake. 

You would LOVE that. 

“I know you would like that,” he groaned. “You are always horny for my dick, aren’t you?.” 

You kissed his jawline instead of answering. “Because my handsome baby always fuck me the way I want.” You kissed up to his ear lobe while he caressed your ass. 

“You know what I love about your dick?” You asked him. Taehyung was far gone, enjoying your wet kisses on his neck. “Hmm?” He only said in return.

“I love how long your dick is” You sat up on Taehyung’s thigh and started grinding your core to Taehyung’s thigh. It was super easy to give yourself pleasure friction while whispering coherent sentences. “I always have challenge, like every time we have sex, it feels like it is my first time.” you giggled, lost in pleasure as Taehyung moved his thighs to better accommodate your core. 

“And you are always so hard for me. I love that, baby. You always feel so good.” Taehyung let out a high-pitched moan when your hands squeezed his shoulders, “I also love your mouth. It is warm and wet. Your tongue dips on that spot- ugh-” Your thighs moved quickly but that was the end of Taehyung’s very little patience. He growled and with a strong pull, he threw you over his shoulder. He was going to fuck your brains out, no questions asked.

“Baby, I was just-” You laughed, being upside down over his shoulder meant that his cute fat ass was on display.

Probably Taehyung thought the same and spanked your ass one more time. “I need my baby in our bed right now.” He spoke clearly- much opposite to his state a few minutes ago.

You kept laughing as he entered the bedroom with big steps and threw you on the bed. When your back met the soft bed, he was standing on the edge, eyeing your body while he unbuttoned his pyjamas.

“At least let me use the bathroom first.” You said smiling, “I was in a concert room filled with fifty people.”

Taehyung shook his head to the side, “You weren’t saying that five minutes ago, babygirl.” He was trying to take his shorts off angrily while you lay on the bed with your panties on. 

“I was in the taxi five minutes ago, baby. You didn’t last that long,” You joked, hiking your feet onto his thighs. 

“How can I last long when you try everything to fucking seduce me?” Taehyung admitted. He was still beyond frustrated. You had no problems with your boyfriend being horny. He could be like this all the time and you wouldn’t mind a bit.

“Mhmm, you are so hot.” You ogled at his honey-coloured firm skin. “You are getting beefy,” Taehyung recently started working out diligently, so his muscles were more apparent now. “Yeah? Do you like it, baby?” Taehyung laid on you, pressing you into the mattress firmly. 

“I love it-” His body weight on you was divine. You were able to feel every single bit of his smooth skin glued onto yours.

“We should go to the pool soon. I want to see you naked and wet.” Thankfully, Taehyung stopped his dirty ministrations to listen to you. “If you want to see me naked, you just need to ask, baby. I am yours to play with.” He kissed your collarbones, smelling your faint perfume. You gushed at his words. 

“The hotel I went to was awesome, baby. One of the rooms had a large jacuzzi and I thought about riding you in the jacuzzi. I will take you there on Valentine’s Day.” 

Taehyung smiled, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Of course, my baby.” He said, kissing your chin. He was more than glad to be your sex toy— he would do anything to be your sex toy.

 “FYI, that’s not what I want for Valentine's Day.” It was his turn to roleplay. You furrowed your brows in return. “What do you want, Taetae?” You were an ardent gift giver, so he could give you some clues.

Taehyung pulled himself and kneeled in bed as you laid between his legs. He intentionally didn’t answer you. Instead, he ran his hands to your thighs and carefully removed your panties. “Mhmm,” You moaned as your pussy was bare now.

“You know what I want.” He said, collecting stringy juices rubbed to your pelvis. You shuttered when his point finger ran from your pelvis to your inner thighs. “Taehyung…” His name left your mouth in a long moan. 

“Can you guess what I want?” Taehyung bit his lips down. Your small hole was gaping, he could feel the subtle muscle twitch on your pussy. You were in desperate need of his cock, he was aware of that. But Taehyung's mind was occupied with something else. 

“No, I can’t guess,” You groaned as you chased Taehyung’s fingers, arching your back to get them to enter you.

“What do you mean you can't?” Taehyung was a great actor, and it came in handy in bed

“I don’t- what? Taehyung, I hav-ve a horny brain-” You stuttered, Taehyung was intentionally dodging your weak spots. Tears were already gathered in your eyes. Taehyung shook his head to the sides, you were such a sensitive girl.

“Let me give you a clue,” He said, running his leaking cock between your pussy lips. Then, he gave you a couple of seconds to ease into this new friction.

“I have the ingredients and you have the tools, love.” Taehyung’s mind pictured every single detail his duty included.

“Oh, Taehyung,” you moaned loudly but still didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you want?” You asked, gritting your teeth. Why didn’t he just put his dick in?

Taehyung laid on you once again. He caged you between his arms, allowing your breasts to ghost against his chest. He kissed up to your ear while you breathed heavily. When he was sure that you were listening, he told you what he wanted.

“I want a baby, love.” Right on the cue, he plunged his dick in a few inches. You let out a high-pitched moan with the intrusion and the confession, you weren’t sure which one was hotter. 

“I want to breed this fertile cunt and have you carry my babies.” He groaned as your walls spasmed around him. You moaned and held onto his shoulders for sanity while he continued.

“I will breed this pussy.” He was almost certain now. “You will carry my kids and give me the best gift.” Even though Taehyung was taken over his primal side, he remembered to be careful.

 “I need to train this tight pussy to take my babies. Look at it, you still can't take the cock you love so much in.” Taehyung bit down his lip as he watched the tip of his cock enter you. You tried to relax your pussy to take him in, but it was impossible to stop clenching while he groaned on top of you.

“Pathetic,” he said, spreading your legs wider. “You still can’t take my cock.” he said, trying to pistoning into you.

“Ah, Becaus-e you are so bigg,” You dragged your words. 

“Is that so?” Taehyung asked with a mocking voice, “Then, I should train you better,” He groaned as your pussy clenched around half of his length. 

“You are my fuck toy, too aren’t you?” He asked and you nodded crazily. “And mine to breed.” you again nodded your head. He was too much but you loved the sensation of him trying to dive deeper.

You held his nape and pulled his hair. When Taehyung opened his eyes and looked you in the eyes, he saw your obedience. And it drove him even crazier. 

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His sudden change in pace caught you off guard and brought you on top of the orgasm tower.

Taehyung held you by the wrists and crossed your arms over you so he could thrust into you and you would stop digging into his nape.

“Taehyung, baby, I am- yours” you confirmed to him. Being held like this was your weakness.

“Yeah? You never had another dick other than mine. How can you be so sure? Or did you fuck someone else behind my back?” Taehyung growled into your neck, teeth grazing your skin red. His real thoughts ran out of his mouth.

This time your body shook with disgust. You would never think about touching another man, and for him to suggest otherwise immediately take you down the orgasm tower. Suddenly, you stopped clenching on him.

Taehyung noticed your reaction so he quickly tried to compensate. “But I know my sweet girlfriend would never do that. You just love my dick so much, right?” He asked with a pout. Meanwhile, he took advantage of your relaxed pussy and pushed himself even deeper. 

“Ah, Tae-tae, yes-” With that, you were right on the track. He had a narrow escape.  “I love your dick soo muuuuchh,” You moaned as Taehyung changed his position. He straightened his back a bit more but still held your arms in a lock above you. 

“Yeah?” A wolfish grin appeared on Taehyung’s face, but you were too lost in pleasure to notice it.

“I love your dick, baby.” Your hips tried to meet Taehyung’s accelerating thrusts. 

“I know you do, baby.” Taehyung pecked your red lips. “That’s why I am going to knock you up and show everyone you love my dick- fuck”  the possession intoxicated Taehyung’s mind that he couldn’t feel his high approaching. He wanted everyone to know that you were his and he was yours.

“I will even fuck you on the stage, huh? Would you like that, kitten? Millions of people watching me pound your little pussy. Oh, I would love that. I would love people watching my kitten as I made her cum. You always look amazing when you come all over my dick, baby. Ah- then everyone would watch you and masturbate, huh? You would show them how good you are for me… My little babygirl. And you moan my name- yeah just like that. Come on, show me how you would cream me if people were watching you.” Taehyung’s words controlled your mind. You just screamed with the idea and cum in a sudden rush.

In return, Taehyung let out a low chuckle as you squirted on his abdomen. “You would love that, I knew it. My sweet baby,” He released your wrist when your body quivered. He fucked you through your orgasm and caressed your breasts.

You scoffed, “Huh- What’s gotten into you?” you asked him while he groped your body between your legs like a dementor. 

Contrary to his soaking dick, Taehyung gave you a cute smile, “Nothing, just want to fuck you the way you deserve.” He bent down to your face and connected your lips. Both of you had an each orgasm but still didn’t kiss yet. You were too tired to give him a passionate make-out session, the back of your head was still throbbing. “You are so wet, baby.” Taehyung pushed his finger into your cunt and swirled it around. “Perfect for me to cum in it,” You let out a long groan as he giggled and kept scissoring you.

“I will cum on your cunt so much that those flimsy pills won’t have a chance.” He said, looking at your gaping hole.

“And how does this plan involve my mind-blowing orgasm?” You asked while feeling yourself turn into a river. 

“It didn’t,” Taehyung shrugged and pushed himself into you with a grunt. “You are crazy about me. Oh no- you want me to fuck you on stage, huh? That’s what got you squirting like a whore.” While Taehyung indulged you in dirty talk, he went back to thrusting into you. 

You realised that Taehyung was definitely on something tonight, first he let you play with him, and then had a small mind collapse about breeding you, and later, he made you cum while talking about fucking you in public. Did he start to have new kinks? You think you could help him a bit if he wants to play around with possession kink

“Yes, I want that,” You said boldly. “I want you to fuck me in front of a million people’s eyes. I want everyone to see I am your whore.” Your words were fuel to Taehyung’s fire, he closed his eyes and bit down his lip. The veins on his neck and arms were getting restricted and decorated his smooth skin.

“Mhmm, I will get you pregnant and fuck you on stage and show your belly to everyone, fuck I will do that.” He spoke to himself. 

“I will make you mine forever, do you want that?” Taehyung’s eyes looked at your breast bouncing as if you were his little sheep. He was the tiger chasing his prey. 

“I wantt– yes, I do-” You were quickly approaching your second high. “Baby- I am gonna cum again,” You dug your nails into Taehyung's belly as he shook the whole bed.

“I am gonna make you my wife and mother of my kids. Ugh, no more dating. I will marry you-” Your touch stung sweetly and gave more power to Taehyung to rail you. 

“You will- never leave when I get-” Taehyung’s slip didn’t go unnoticed. His mood was more forceful than usual. You knew that there was something behind it.

“Leave you?” You asked, trying to sit up but Taehyung didn’t allow you. Instead, he laid over you again and hid his face in your skin. His grip on your waist suddenly became loving as he realised the small memory slip. “What are you talking about, Taetae?” Your tone was sharp, sharp enough to cut his heart, Taehyung nuzzled you even more. 

His hips lost all their momentum. “Why are you stopping?” You asked angrily as he shook over you. His large bear eyes found yours, trying to figure out your emotions.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Taehyung.” Taehyung raised his brows and pushed himself up to his knees. While staying planted inside you, he cooed your skin. He was a little bit taken back mostly because he thought you were actually angry.

“Come on, impregnate me. Fuck a baby into me, make me yours.” You yelled at Taehyung as he closed his eyes. He was seconds away from cumming. Were you angry at him? Was this the last time he fuck you? Were you going to slap him silly and leave him after he comes?

“Stop thinking and move your hips!” You were louder this time, digging your fingers into his forearms. You should have guessed. Your sweet boyfriend only had extremely possesive sex when he was jealous. You couldn’t figure out what it was but he needed to get it out of his system.

“Cum into me or I will leave you, Taetae,” you raised yourself onto your elbows and dug your fingers into his forearms again.

Taehyung was irked by your words. His brain short-circuited and his hips started to move on their own. His sweet mouth only left guttural deep grunts as he fucked into your warm cunt. He had to come- he had to make you his. 

“Ah, Taehyung, you-re…” you spurred.

“Harder, baby, harder… Get both of us cum.” You fanned the fire. Taehyung’s grip on your hips was very tight. “Ah, careful baby.” You couldn’t help but push his veiny hands. As your hands held onto him, Taehyung immediately released your hips but held on to your hands immediately. He crossed your arms over your chest and grasped you on the wrists. His giant hands were able to engulf your wrist easily.

“Fuck, this is much better,” he groaned as he helped you bounce on his cock while laying down.

“This is my favourite position.” Taehyung dropped his head back and subtly slowed down. 

“You are just my fuck toy, baby.” He smirked, eyes closed. Sungho’s word echoed in his head, “If you had have fucked a baby into her, she would still be around you.” Then, Yoongi’s “You just gotta give them enough dick or else they start looking for one.” “So, if you want your woman to stay by your side, you gotta serve her a good sex.” 

Taehyung cried in frustration. He could fuck a baby into you, he could deliver a dick like no one else. If it would make you stay along for the rest of his life, he would dutifully rail you every single day.

“I want you to come again,” Taehyung said, now holding your two wrists with his one hand. Before you could say yes, Taehyung’s point finger found your clit. 

“Tae–” your legs jumped up around him—as always. Taehyung felt proud of this everyday occurrence. You were a weak whore when it came to clit stimulation, especially with a single finger. He didn’t ease the burning pain on your small clit by his thrusts. He wanted you to writhe under him

You shook your head no, “baby, baby, baby, please give me more, two fingers,” You begged him while he kept holding you by the wrist.

Taehyung didn’t answer and kept pressing on your clit, occasionally drawing very small circles. 

“I will- Ah-” Before you could finish your sentence, your hips stuttered. A gush of orgasm was literally pulled from your soul. Your legs dropped numb to your sides, your arms weren’t contracted.

Only an unearth-like experience could describe this orgasm.

You clenched on Taehyung. He could swear that you pulled him an inch inside. 

Taehyung didn’t leave your wrists as you kept convulsing, “Look at my little whore,” He faked a pout. “You used to never cum from only clit stimulation and now look at yourself… You can't even stay put.” 

You spurred Taehyung’s name like a chant as he started to thrust. “Baby, Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung,” 

Your fucked up voice dumbed the other voices inside his head and he focused on making himself cum, or else you would leave him. 

“Now, it is my turn, my love.” Taehyung spread your legs wider and sped up, plunged into you. Your throat was scratchy, “Baby, please cum for me, for us.” 

Taehyung groaned, “I will, baby. You will make me cum. Ah,” He dropped his head back. “I am a whore for you as much as you are for me, yeah?” He smirked, eyes closed. You saw his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You make me your subby sex toy and your fucking Daddy.” He was right. The duality your sex life had was insane.

“How am I lucky to have a pretty girl like you to play with me? Huh? Answer me…” His voice became whiny.

“Do you like this, baby?” your silence started to worry him. But the loud long scream you let out assured him otherwise. “So-so so good, Taehyung.” 

“Do you think it will be a boy? Taehyung wondered. “I think this one will be a boy.” He answered back. 

“We will make two sets of boys and girls, right baby? You said you would like twins. Maybe we are lucky, huh?” Taehyung’s finger returned back onto your clit.

“Ahhhh, Tae-taee…” You screamed once again. “I thin-k you- you will fer- you will fertilise every egg in my womb tonight.” 

With your words, Taehyung felt his dick getting squeezed dried. He was already at his limit so he gave into the pleasure. “My love,” His warm cum filled you as his warm breath tickled your ear. His vigorous orgasm made him lay onto you. 

You would swear that you feel your stomach bloat, feel your eggs being fertilised. If you weren’t this sensitive, you could have another orgasm.

Taehyung listened to your breathing get heavier as his weight on you strained you. He tried to push himself off, but your arms were tight around his shoulder. 

As he tried to pull your arms off, you stretched his back, “Be a good boy and make sure your kids stay inside me...” 

Taehyung dropped his head back into your neck as he became hard again. 

Tonight was going to be a long night.

take a break (smut/mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: You take Taehyung’s mind off during his project.

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !nonidoltae, car sex, cock riding, semi-exhibitionism,  dirty talk, praising, pet names (Taehyung calls reader a whore- but lovingly), slight choking, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), reader can’t stop cumming, duh?! 

word count: 3.8K

A/N:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway, you’re mine, and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

A/N2: I would love to take suggestions for short drabbles

Taehyung buried his face between his arms and got comfortable for a second. His head was banging with tiredness and stress from last night. It wasn’t his fault that they left their group project last week. It was Jungkook's fault, who was unavailable all semester and his best friend Namjoon's. They just started a project that was worth 60% of their final grade. If it wasn't for his transcript, Taehyung would leave this group the second Jungkook started whining. However, he had to ignore the boy and work his ass hard if he wanted to pass this course. 

“Ugh, so fit.” Taehyung heard Jungkook grunt while pretending like he was napping. Namjoon shushed the boy quickly. If Taehyung were to look up, he would see that Jungkook commented on you… it wouldn’t be great for their homework… and Jungkook's jaw.

While Taehyung tried to nap on their desk, you were busy getting him a coffee. “Thank you for keeping my secret, Jimin.” You smiled while two of you carefully walked past students in the study cafe. The cafe was full of people, you couldn’t see an empty seat, which was sad considering it was a Friday night. Jimin was leading the way where he and Taehyung were working on their project. 

“No problem, Y/N. Taehyungie will be so happy, he was very stressed all day.” He said, shaking his head to the sides.

“We sit over there, look he is sleeping,” Jimin showed the direction with his head. When you looked, Taehyung and two other men were sitting on a circular table with their laptops on. However, Taehyung was leaning to the front, face buried in his puffer jacket. 

As you got next to their table, Jimin greeted the two men with a head nod. You looked at Taehyung’s sleeping figure, his face was squished into his arms. You placed the coffees on the table and ran your warm hand into Taehyung’s hair. 

Taehyung was irked by the sudden feeling but recognised your familiar touch. After all, he had spent hours laying on your stomach while you caressed his hair.

Before Taehyung turned his face to you, his mouth uttered your name.

“Baby,” he squeaked from his seat with big puffy eyes. You smiled at the Taebear and hugged his sitting figure. The hug was a bit awkward as he buried his face into your chest and took a big whiff. “Surprise!” You said, continuing caressing his nape as he smiled into your breasts.

“Hello, baby,” He said, further nuzzling his face to your chest as if you weren’t in public. To stop this core-lighting gesture, you subtly pulled on his hair.

“How did you know I was here?” He said.

You looked at Jimin, “I have my ways… A little bird told me you need some cheer-up so I decided to come by before going home.” 

Taehyung gave you his adorable boxy smile as you caressed his cheek. He looked so raw with his bare face showing. Every single bit of his real self was apparent.  He also looked totally fuckable. 

“Well,” Taehyung looked around, “You should have told me so I could save a seat for you. There are no empty seats.” 

Taehyung spreaded his legs wider and tried to pull you onto his lap with a smile. Jimin laughed, “Nah, take this outside, guys. She came to take you anyway.” He snickered when Taehyung looked at you questioningly. 

You joined him, “I heard you guys are having a long break so I came to take you on a walk… to stretch your legs.” You dragged your finger to wipe the drool on the corner of his lips, slightly pulling his bottom lip down while smiling naughtily at him. Taehyung took your cue and smiled back at you. His eyes seemed to be awake now. 

“Sure, I have some time before our session.” He closed his laptop and took his phone.

“Don’t rush, I’ll cover for him.” Jimin said when you intertwine hands with Taehyung. You thanked him and pulled Taehyung by the hand.

“Quickly, Taetae,” Taehyung released all of his body weight onto you while going down the stairs to annoy you. “I cannot believe you came for my dick.” He said when the two of you got outside, smirking so proudly.

 “Ah, there is the fuckboy smile,” you grimaced and pushed him by the chest. He was annoyingly handsome. “Who said I wanted your dick?” Taehyung’s smirk grew even larger. “I thought we were going to the bathroom, baby.” He said while crossing the empty street on the campus.

“Why would we go to the bathroom?” You asked innocently, his hand slapped your ass in return. 

“Sshh, someone will see you.” Your innocent act continued as Taehyung let you drag him on the pavement towards the gym.

“I thought you were gonna suck me in the bathroom.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

You shook your head no, “Even your beautiful dick can’t get me on my knees in that filthy bathroom.” 

Taehyung laughed loudly, his warm breath showed in the cold air. “I thought you were my filthy girl?” You shivered with anticipation. Oh my, how ready you were to ride him.

“Get in the car, hottie.” You pulled him by the hand and pressed his back against the car door. 

“Feisty,” He said, hands immediately grabbing your ass.

"Yeah, yeah, get in, baby." You were getting impatient. You opened the backseat door and let him enter first.

“You even prepared,” Taehyung giggled at your beige blanket laid out on the seat. You suddenly grew shy. He carefully sat on the blanket and took his jacket off. 

“Why are you blushing, omg, you were just telling everyone that we are going to have sex.” 

“I didn’t say that! Also, I didn’t want you to explain the wet patches to your mechanic again.” You said. 

“It is okay, you are my messy girl.” Taehyung helped you sit in the backseat. Then, he lunged to the front to start the engine. He aimed to open the heater as you would be bare soon. He locked the doors while you defended yourself.

“It is not my fault. You get me so wet.” You placed your hands on Taehyung’s thighs and rubbed them.

Two of you had car sex in the past but they didn’t always go smoothly. You did realise previously that car sex would be a disaster as sex was always so messy for the two of you. 

After Taehyung finished arranging the car, he pulled you onto his lap with a strong grip. You squeak, "Sirrr, I am not a doll you can toss around,"

Taehyung snickered and started kissing around your lips. "You are my pretty doll." His hands travelled to your ass and squeezed it.

"Ugh," you grinded your core to his right thigh while his hands tried to sneak under your sweater. 

"I thought we could do cock-warming first." you said while Taehyung was mindlessly nibbling on your jaw.

"Take my cock out then," he said coolly. You were the opposite. His instruction made you squeal with happiness as if you were doing it for the first time.

You pulled down Taehyung's sweatpants and easily took his throbbing cock out from the opening of his boxer. "This is so practical. Dicks are so practical, baby. I wish I had one too." You said as he scoffed.

"Yeah, baby, talk dirty to me." He faked a moan.

You rolled your eyes and waited for him to take off your belt. Instead, Taehyung stayed still, head thrown back, bottom lip bit down.

"You are so horny for me." You observed.

Taehyung laughed, "Is that so Miss Detective?" He slapped your ass. "You brought me here to fuck, so get on my dick you cock-hungry babygirl." 

You quickly get rid of your trousers with your panties. Goosebumps decorated your legs. "I wish I wore a skirt." But you were a big girl so you dealt with it.

First, you ran your dripping cunt over his dry shaft. He needed to be wet to enter you. "Oui oui pretty cunt,” Taehyung giggled through his hitched breath.

“Bab-by” You laughed through a moan, body vibrating with Taehyung’s low voice. “Could you not voice over your dick please. I am trying to- oh God-” you sank your nails to Taehyung’s bicep. “So th-iiick,” A scoff left your mouth and you stopped trying to take him in. 

“I pre-game before this! I can’t believe I am still struggling-” You tried to bounce with his only tip inside you. “ Ah, sorry baby.” You apologised when you realised how tight you were holding his base.

Taehyung pulled you to his chest and held you from the waist. “You pre-gamed?”

You nodded into his neck, “Yeah, I just touched myself for a couple of minutes so I could get, you know, looser…” You did try to get yourself worked up so Taehyung wouldn’t worry about his performance.

“When did you do it?” Taehyung’s one hand went around your ass and his index finger found your wet hole. “Ah- baby,” You groaned into his neck again. “I did it before coming to cafe-”

“You did it in the car?” Taehyung pushed his index finger into your pussy. You engulfed him easily. 

“Ye-ahh.” you mumbled against his neck, placing mindless wet licks. 

“Mhhmm, that does wonders for my ego.” He kissed your shoulders and slightly pushed another finger inside you. 

This time you let out a moan, but there were no signs of pain or discomfort. “That’s so snuggly,” you said as if you read his mind. Taehyung smiled with success when you pulled your face from his neck and started to move your hips on his hand. 

“So nice baby,” you whirled your hips while Taehyung subtly scissored his fingers. Thanks to his long arm, he could finger you in any position. However, your clench on his fingers was making it difficult.

Taehyung couldn’t help but joke again. “I am gonna lose circulation in my fingers if you keep clenching on me like that.” 

You giggled shyly and hid your face again. “It is enough-” You said, suddenly realising the limited time you had. You need to take his cock and make him cum.

“Give me the taeconda,” you raised yourself to your knees and held him by the base.  You took a deep breath and prod your hole. Thankfully, you were so greedy to take him, so he slid inside you with one fluid motion. That was it. Taehyung knew that you mostly struggle with initiating penetration. 

“Ugh,” you groaned, trying to bounce and swirl around. “Ughh, that’s-mmm.” Taehyung joined you with a low moan too. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist. “So, so-” He stuttered, lips brushing yours as he accidentally exhaled a big breathy whine into your high-pitched moan. 

“Cockwarming… we are doing that?” Taehyung asked, biting down his lip. His cock felt warm so it was a success. 

You nodded even though you kept slowly bouncing on him. “Nice… It has been a while since- ugh baby… Taehyung bit down his lips. 

“I am close, stop and listen to me.” His iron grip sealed you down to his lap. You looked at him with already glossing eyes. “We haven’t talked about this intimately, right baby? Let’s chat. How are you?” He asked caressing your ass while low growls left his throat.

You threw your head back, “Seriously?” 

Taehyung wanted to last longer than 5 seconds so he needed to relax and busy his mind with other things than your sweet warm pussy wrapped around him. 

“I-I-” You stuttered just like him, trying to wiggle in the tight room he gave you. His throbbing thick length was enough to get you to orgasm.

 “Taehyung, please touch my clit.” You said, holding by him the collar suddenly.

“I will cum so good if you rub me, please let me.” You cried into his mouth as he brought his thumb to your little numb spot. Taehyung smirked and watched your thighs tremble.

As soon as he started rubbing small circles on your clit, your thighs started to shake even quicker. Your slick-covered stretched walls clung to him even more. 

“Go ahead, baby. Let me see it.” He whispered to your ear and then his lips nibbled on your earlobe down to your neck. His warm breath on your neck, throbbing cock inside your pussy, and long finger on your clit brought your orgasm in a blink. 

“Mhmm, my good girl cumming so beautifully.” Taehyung shook with you as you came, drowning his cock with more juice. Your thighs didn’t stop trembling, they jumped to the sides, sometimes up and down as if you were having a seizure. Fuck, it turned Taehyung so much that he forgot about his own orgasm.

“Are you gonna ride more? What about cockwarming?” You writhed in pleasure and gave yourself a relief by bouncing on his long dick. 

“Ahh, baby, you feel so good.” You threw your head back and focused on his sweet pull on your inside, his tip slipping past your G-spot with every single drag and bumping into your cervix.

Normally, you would wince and warn Taehyung whenever he hit your cervix in the first round. You would say it hurt. After your first orgasm, you would cling to Taehyung’s chest and beg him to hit it. However, now you were doing it in the first round. Taehyung wanted to comment on that but you were grunting loudly to his face.

“Baby,” Taehyung moaned at your erotic face. His high approached him was closer than he wanted. “You will make me cum. Slow down. Let me enjoy this more.” Taehyung begged you. 

You opened your eyes and looked at his sweaty face. “Mhmm, but I can’t stop.” You giggled as your knees dug into the seat even more. But you did slow down a little bit.

“Y/N,” Taehyung hissed your name and gripped your waist for real. His two large palms spank you on your ass as he bit your lip. The stinging pain made you stop.

While you tried to take in the pain Taehyung rubbed where he hit, feeling guilty. As his large hands returned to soothe you, you started to swirl your hips. 

Feeling the legendary taeconda stretching you nicely was very enjoyable for you. It stimulated your walls to get you wet and gave you an eye-rolling sweet drag on your G-spot. In return, it gave Taehyung a breathing space as you didn’t jump on him like a thirsty whore.

“Ughh, I am going again,” You warned Taehyung. Maybe pregaming sex was a bad idea. But all blame was on your handsome boyfriend and his unbothered attitude.

“My clit! My clit! Please, please let me cum. ” As your heart beat frantically against your ribcage, Taehyung brought his thumb back to your clit. This time you were wetter, it had started to drip down Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung smirked, feeling endorphins and serotonin fill his veins.

“You can cum, my love.” Taehyung said very lovingly as you buried your face into his neck and sniffed his hoodie. There was nothing better than smelling his manly spicy cologne while cumming.

You were quieter this time, most probably Taehyung’s thick hoodie muffled your moans and cries. Also, your thighs stopped trembling, well, almost stopped as Taehyung caressed them to relax you. 

“My good girl,” Taehyung kissed your cheek. “You came back to back… It was so sexy.” He simply complimented you. 

You nodded and kissed his thick veiny neck in return. You were too fucked up to do anything else. 

“Dang, this took such a turn. I was promised cock-warming but I received cock-whore who couldn’t stop cumming.” Taehyung’s deep voice vibrated your chest, your face was still tucked in his neck. 

“Mhmm, I was so quick…” you rubbed your lips to his collarbone. “I am sorry,” 

Taehyung scoffed, “Should I feel sad because my girlfriend can’t get enough of my dick?” He kissed your head again and hoped that you would recover quickly. It would be really embarrassing if he came while you lay on him this snuggly. 

“You are right.” You finally had the power to pull your spine upright and face your handsome boyfriend. 

“I am just a whore for you.” You pouted as his dick twitched inside you. You wondered if you could make him cum by just clenching on him. 

You reckon it would be possible, but not tonight so you opted for your slow grinds on him. Meanwhile, Taehyung brought his hand to your tummy to feel himself moving inside. It always made his knees buckle. “Babyyy…” He mewled as your pace got steady and quicker. Your tits were bouncing on his face inside your shirt, sometimes hitting his chin. 

“I can feel myself,” He slightly pressed his fingers. As you focused on his hand, his dick almost started to feel bigger. Was that possible? Yes, if it is Taehyung’s girthy member.

 You leaned backwards to support yourself, your abs couldn’t make him cum. As you held on to his knees and continued fucking yourself, Taehyung was finally able to see the erotic image of your pussy engulfing him. “Oh, babygirl….” he intently watched how your walls took him in and out, but never completely out.

“Taetae?” You asked, suddenly shy about eyes on you. “There is a guy in the car at the back,” You dropped your head back and continued your messy bounce. The guy with an emo cut was sitting on the hood of the car at the back with his hands in his pockets.

Taehyung furrowed his brows, “What guy?” Were you seriously asking about his friends while his dick was buried inside you.

“I don’t know his name.” You shrugged. “He was sitting next to you at the cafe.” 

“You mean Jungkook?” He asked. “Did he try to talk to you? Did you do something to you?” Taehyung asked with vigour. But you shook your head no and tried to avoid your G-spot. However, his thick head was constantly hitting it.

“Ahh, Taehyuuung…” You dug your hands into Taehyung’s knees. Your back was hurting from all the arching but you were close again. 

“I think he is watching us, right now. Ahh, Taetae, don’t stop…” You furrowed your brows. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist and tried to look back, but your hands stopped him. 

“Does he still bother you, baby?” You asked even though Taehyung's face gave you the answer. “Do you want me to put a show on, Sir? Forget about him. Focus on me.” You held onto his face and kissed him sloppily. Taehyung didn’t reciprocate the kiss but he helped you continue bouncing. 

“Your orgasm is only mine to see. You are not a whore to be watched.” Taehyung bit down your chin as he tried to sit up tall and hide your clothed body from Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Make me cum, make us cum, Taetae.” You took Taehyung’s bites and tugs with a delusional smile on your face. His spit-covered lips smothered your neck as you moaned on his dick. You seemed to be careless about his friend watching him.

“Maybe you are whore, huh? Look at yourself… my messy whore…” Taehyung watched you throw your head back and squeeze his collars as your pussy squeezed him. Even though he didn’t pay attention, he was on the edge of cumming too. 

“Yeah, I am your whore.” You shrugged and frantically bounced. 

Taehyung leaned back and threw his hands over the backseat, allowing you to take what you wanted. You couldn’t help but cum again as Taehyung watched you with smugness on his lips with his bangs all over his handsome forehead. Taehyung clenched until his muscles would rip but he couldn’t help but join you in a pathetic orgasm. Jungkook was long forgotten.

“I came again,” You giggled again. “I think you did too?” You asked as the hotness inside you couldn’t be solely yours. Not surprisingly, he was still rock hard. Taehyung nodded his head, running his lips over his chapped lips. “You made me cum accidentally.” His voice was playful, an indicator that he would be fucking you for the last time tonight.

Taehyung brought one of his arms to your chest and wrapped his big hand around your neck. You gasped when the warmness on his hand engulfed you. He didn’t squeeze you, but his veiny hands showed that he was holding himself from doing it.

“My pretty toy,” He mumbled as his eyes undressed you. “You were supposed to keep my cock warm and make him cum, not ride me like a messy whore and come everywhere. Look!” Taehyung looked at his wet thighs. 

“I am sorry, Sir.” You said, eyes rolling back.

“Don’t be sorry, my love. Just let me fuck you like you are my fleshlight, huh?” Taehyung asked while slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

You groaned and leaned to his touch. Taehyung placed his legs onto the floor of the car and gave you a single full-power thrust. This time you whined like a little kitten.

Taehyung gave you another thrust. This time you allowed yourself to drop over his chest and hide into his neck.

“As always-” Taehyung groaned at the warm juices falling over his length. “I need to finish myself as always because my pretty baby is too fucked up. You are still a little girl who can’t make her Sir cum, huh?” Taehyung whispered in your ear.

“You are so cock-hungry that you take me out while I am with my friends but get tired before I can properly cum.” You shuddered at his low voice. 

“I feel your sweet juices dripping, babygirl. You love it when I talk to you like this?” Taehyung tried to push you up but you clung to him even harder. “Yes, Sir. I lo-oove it.” Your voice was uneven, in contrast to Taehyung’s slow and hard thrusts.

“Will you be a good girl and ride me while I fuck you? Will you make Sir cum?” Taehyung asked. 

You pushed yourself right up and returned to your previous position. Taehyung held onto your neck again and set a pace for you to follow. 

You screamed every time Taehyung entered you fully and bounced back from your cervix, and Taehyung groaned every single friction you gave him. Now, he was out of words and breath. He powered himself by watching your lewd moves and praises.

He was seconds away from cumming inside you. “I am close- so close-” he groaned and you dug your nails into his hand. Taehyung moaned. “Keep going, babygirl. You’re gonna get my cum.” You watched as he was seconds away from cumming.

“Ahh, babygirl, take everything I give you, okay?” Taehyung squeezed you a bit tighter. You nodded in return and let out another scream.

Taehyung released with a final groan as a knock on the glass made two of you jump out. Jungkook was leaning into the window with his signature annoying grin.

i’m mad (smut-mature)  ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Your longing turns into craving

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !idoltae, switch!tae, !switchreader, Sir-Babygirl play, minor footplay over clothes, light talk about punishment, handcuffing Taehyung, making out, sex toys, exhibitionism (no 3rd person involve), writing on skin, a short talk about possible infidelity (no heartbreaking stuff), boob play (Tae is a boob guy, change my mind, male pubes (if it is even a warning), dick riding, dirty talk, edging, unprotected sex, what else idk???    

word count: 9K

A/N:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway, you’re mine, take a break, and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

A/N2: I would love to take suggestions for short drabbles

A/N3: I completed this on my lunch break so…. it might be full of spelling errors and pasta sauce.

This isn’t how Taehyung expected to be welcomed at home. Oh, definitely not. He had higher expectations. He assumed you would shower him with kisses and hugs. But he was welcomed with emptiness when he entered the house with his own keys, after ringing the door for five minutes. When he found you in the bedroom, the subtle smell of his musky vape was in the air. You hated vaping so why would the room smell then? Not surprisingly, the room was colder. You loved sleeping under covers so the A/C in the room was working silently. Then, Taehyung noticed the champagne bottles in an ice bucket on your bedside table, two tall glasses were readily waiting. 

  You were laying on the huge bed alone, only wearing one of his many Gucci shirts. Taehyung’s first instinct was to join you before saying anything. He desperately wanted to feel you in his arms, inhale your smell into his lungs. However, he was glued to the floor. He could feel something was wrong.

When the two of you made eye contact, he had cold waters washing over him. Your eyes were puffy with dark waterlines. Your lipstick was smudged, now looking like blush as well. It was obvious that you cried. He examined your face, but your narrowed eyes gazed strongly at him.  

“Baby?” Taehyung’s eyes got used to dim lights and saw how you were positioned in bed, legs separated to the side with your elbows on the bed. 

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Do you fancy some Taehyung smut this evening? If yes, here my very amateur writing!

you’re mine (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader summary: Taehyung is too scare to lose you so he follows an unhealthy advice

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

genre/warnings: smut, some fluff,  established relationship, !idoltae, secret relationship,  there is some unhealthy view on women but it is nothing we are use to, unprotected sex (please stay safe), dom!taehyung but sub!taehyung too— it is complicated…. oral sex (m.recieving), sth between breeding kink-exhibitionism kink, some restriction but nothing serious, taehyung and y/n have  loose mouths, jealousy sex?

word count: 11K

A/N2:  I have two assignments due this Tuesdays but I promised for an update. So, here it is. I didn’t edit this. Enjoy my madness…

A/N2:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe. 

Taehyung doubted massively whether this was normal. A clean house and getting you pregnant was literally giving him an erection equally. But yup, it was correct. As soon as he entered his large clean house, his chest was filled with domesticity followed by his dick filled with blood. 

“You should have got her pregnant, man, then, you could be like me,” Sungho said after taking a shot of soju. He was already drunk along with Seokjin, Namjoon and others Taehyung couldn’t see now. 

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Chapter 2: Tae-time (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: Celebrating good news over a sweet tea!

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

genre/warnings: oral sex (f.recieving), face riding (f.receiving), use of sl*t a few times. That is it. This is just  Taehyung being oral king he is. 

word count: 4788

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

A/N1: I hope I made everything clear and this is not just a flow of my unconsciousness. Thank you to word editor for proofreading this. 

A/N2:  If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway , i am mad, you’re mine, take a break, concert rush, needy love, and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

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You knocked on the black oak door to Taehyung’s room. Your heart raced to wait for the answer from inside. Taehyung’s deep voice called, “Come in,”

You wiped your sweaty hands to your back and opened the door. His room was mainly covered with dark oak, his bookcases dominated the room. 

Hello, Taeh-y-un-g,” Your racing heart ragged your breath. Taehyung raised his eyebrows in return. “Hello, princess.” He said, getting up from his desk. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” His caring hands found your forearms and gently squeezed them. His eyes were round, dancing all over your facial features.

“I am fine. It is- just stairs tired me because I ran up.” You said, freeing your arms from his hold and patting them. 

“You came right in time for some tea, my love.” He kissed your forehead with a pleased smile. “Why did you run?” Taehyung asked with the same care. His now free hands come up to your cheek. He still looked concerned.

“I- Beca-” You couldn’t focus on your speaking as his gentle fingers caressed your face. You lowered your gaze, “Because I want to see you.” You mumbled. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at your cute confession. “You can always find me here, princess. You don’t need to rush the next time. Please, have a seat.” He said, freeing you.

“No-” You held his hands this time, and your hands disappeared in his large palms. Taehyung looked at your hands clutching to him, a smile growing into a grin.

“Tell me, darling, what is the reason for your rush?” He asked, pressing small kisses onto your hand. As he peppered you with kisses you caressed his chin. Taehyung purred like a kitten when you touch him with compassion. “Sweet Taehyungie,” 

“Mhmm?” he asked, rubbing his face into your palms cutely. “You must not call me that in front of others, princess. Your dear brother and your dear best man make fun of me for days.” Taehyung pouted. 

“But you are my sweet Taehyungie” You held his cheeks and raised onto your tippy toes. Taehyung huffed sweetly but his pout turned into a big smile when you kissed him.

“I actually came to ask you something.” You gathered all your confidence and continued while holding his face. “So, I talked to my dad last night… about me going to the university….” Taehyung’s chest rose. “My dad said he would support me but… He wanted me to ask you as well since you are my….” You shied away. 

“I am what?” Taehyung asked, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you onto his chest. “Since you will be my husband- since you are my fiancé, you are responsible for me. So, I must seek your approval too.” 

Taehyung groaned happily when you hid your face in his chest. He loved owning you in the best feminist way. “My beautiful life partner, you may be whatever you wish for in our lifetime, and I will do my best to support you. You always have my approval.” Taehyung said wholeheartedly while you looked into his eyes with endless love and care.

 “And… And your father was there too, so he suggested-” Taehyung’s hold on your waist got tightened. “Your father offered that we could reside in Paris together during my studies.” As soon as you finished speaking Taehyung engulfed you in a bigger, tighter hug. 

“Y/N, of course.” He even spun you around with joy. “It would be my honour to live with you, my sweet princess. Also, I would be the proudest man on Earth to call you, my beautiful wife-to-be. You have my approval, my darling.” He held you up as you giggled. Maybe you could be his wife by that time.

“Taehyung, you are going to drop us-” You giggled, holding onto his shoulders as he swung your bodies around. 

“Never! I would never drop my precious princess.” He said, planting your feet on the ground. 

“I am delighted to hear your news, darling.” Taehyung kissed you on your forehead. His eyes gleamed with mischief. “We should have our tea and celebrate this.” His voice dropped an octave, suddenly becoming hoarse and flirty. You looked up at him questioningly.

“My mum left for the Baroness’ lunch party. Maids are doing laundry. The bed sheets are going to take at least 2 hours.” He thought aloud as he walked you back to his armchair. “So?” 

“No one is going to bother us for an hour.” He made you sit down on his large armchair. The small wooden table had a beautiful ceramic cup and a simple tea set. When you leaned to make tea for him, he shushed you. “Just make yourself comfortable.” You watched him walk back to his large desk, pick up his pocket watch, and place the heavy hardcover books just in front of the door. 

“Taehyung?” You questionably asked. He could not plan to do what you were thinking. Even the thought was enough to get you breathless. “Yes, darling?” Taehyung looked at your rosy cheeks as he got rid of his vest.

“Should I go to get another teacup? There is only one...” You pointed to the teacup with a pinkish flower with golden dots. If you were to get a new one from the kitchen, he would use the new one. You absolutely love the one next to you. 

“No need to baby. We can share…” Taehyung answered when he momentarily disappeared to look outside the window. 

“Sure?” You accepted questioningly. Why would you share one when there is an infinite choice available in Mrs Kim’s collection?

“It is a good exercise for us, fiancée. Married people share everything.” He winked at you as he walked across his study room. It is quite strange, you thought. Not that you weren’t willing to share. He could have everything you owned but starting this from teacups seemed a bit odd. Also, this place—in between tall bookcases and stacks of paper— was very inconvenient to have teatime with your handsome husband-to-be. “Can we go to the winter garden, Tae? It must be so beautiful right now!” You cheered. Kim’s winter garden was heaven on earth with all the gorgeous flowers and sunlight in it. It was even more joyful when Mr Kim allowed you to decorate the way you wished. 

“Later, baby.” Taehyung tried to suppress his excited tone. Your bottom lip dropped down at his rejection. You were sitting beside the big bookcase, on his reading chair. Judging from the stacked paper, he spent a lot of his time here last night. There was no second chair next to the one you were sitting on. There was only a small ottoman to place your feet on. Where was Taehyung going to sit? You hoped he would make you sit on his lap.

You gulped, and your insides excitedly fluttered when Taehyung tugged his neatly placed tie off. You couldn’t react to his action, solely because he looked absolutely ravishing with the sunlight hitting from the back, making him look like a handsome angel. 

His angelic-ness totally disappeared when he asked, “Do you want me to stuff your mouth with it?” 

You gulped hard again; your lips were getting numb at the sensation. Your core immediately started dripping globes of your essence. When your thighs squeezed unconsciously, Taehyung licked his lips in the most seductive way. He eyed your body; he was feeling hungrier than ever. You watched Taehyung devour you with his eyes. Your cream blouse and blood-red skirt were the absolute definition of sexiness to Taehyung. Judging from his carnal eyes, one could think you were completely naked in front of him. You shook your head no to his question. Fabric hurt your mouth and dried your lips the last time. 

“My precious love…” Taehyung came closer to you and sat on the short ottoman where he rested his feet while he read. “We should have our tea now… before the water gets too cold.” He held your hand that was digging into the armrest. 

The skin contact soothed you. “Yeah, we must.” You intertwined his fingers with yours, subconsciously pulling him towards you. “Hmhm,” Taehyung approved seconds before connecting your lips with his. And he sighed into the kiss seconds later. 

Your hands stopped holding his hands, they immediately clutched to his nape, pulling him closer, making sure he never leaves your side. “Baby,” Taehyung was pleased with your eagerness. Your lips danced with his in a wet tango. He was leading, you were chasing. 

Taehyung’s hand didn’t stay still either. He dropped one of them to your shoulders, caressing them gently before making his way to your breasts. Your tits were perfectly cloaked under your blouse, giving the impression of an innocent girl that never had her tits groped by her fiancé. When Taehyung felt them squishy under his palm, his throat rippled with a moan. He tugged at your collar, he wanted to touch them bare, but the strong buttons didn’t let him. 

As his hand got a bit rougher, you pulled him closer to you, spreading your legs. “Baby…” You moaned when Taehyung leaned into your touch. “Yes, sweet love.” His confident voice was entirely in contrast to his shaky hands. He desperately tried to unbutton your shirt, just to get a glimpse of your tits. But his hands didn’t cooperate.

You snickered, there was nothing more pleasurable in this world than seeing him try to pace his horny mind. He looked up at you with his brow moving in a teasing way. You giggled when he made eye contact. Taehyung loved how you easily relaxed in his arms

“You like it when I lose my patience? Huh?” He said, pinching your nipples slightly over your shirt. Your giggle grew larger, “Yess, you look so cute.” You patted his shoulder gently.

“Hmm? Do you think I will be cute when I do this?” He dropped his hands to your thighs and squeezed them with his large hand. He groaned at how your hips felt squishy too. He had this unstoppable urge to grope you everywhere, feel you in his palms. 

Taehyung had more plans too. He dropped his hands down to your legs to get them under your long flowy skirt. Your legs were warm and much to Taehyung’s surprise they were bare. Normally, you wouldn’t wear only skimpy shorts as an undergarment, not that he was complaining now. 

Your legs slightly shook when Taehyung ran his large hands up from your ankles to your knees, bunching up your red skirt on his arms.

“T-ae..ee…” You whined playfully. It was a sign for Taehyung to continue what he was doing. He ran the back of his fingers on your smooth thighs to make them twitch. Taehyung loved when you do that. 

“Y-y/n…” Taehyung mimicked your whiny voice. His fingers wandered upwards. “Didn’t you wear-?” Taehyung wondered with a bit of a harsh voice. He felt his stomach drop to the floor when he couldn’t feel your undergarment.

You snickered again, “I did, of course!” The ends were just rolled up when you sat on the large armchair. Taehyung felt the rolled fabric at the apex of your thighs. He took a relieved breath. If you were to be bare under there, Taehyung knew that he would have many sleepless nights imagining your pussy leaking during most mundane things.

“How is this a teatime?” You looked at him with large eyes when he took off your underwear with one unpaused, fluid move. “It is Taetime darling. I will have my dessert, then my tea.”

He bunched up your skirt further, “And there is no dessert sweeter than this cunt.” Your chest quivered with a whine. How could he be open and vulgar with his dirty thoughts this easily?

He chuckled darkly when your cheeks went red with his simple confession. The best part was how your thighs seemed to be relaxed, but Taehyung wanted– needed to hear you say it. 

He leaned in, making you hold your skirt up– “Do you want me to eat this pussy?” He asked with a hoarse voice. 

A loud gasp left your mouth but was easily absorbed by the heavy big bookcases. Now you understand why he could not take you to the winter garden. “Tell me, baby…” Taehyung fake-whined again. “No, no, do not nod your head. Tell me what you want me to do.” 

An adorable pout was visible on your face again, this time it was followed by a needy move from your thigh. 

You placed your one hand on Taehyung’s face. “Eat me, please.” You felt the slight roughness on his chin and around his lips with your fingertips. His beard grew ever so slightly. You ran your finger over the patch just under his lips and placed a kiss on his chin.

Taehyung had another dirty talk up his sleeve. “Do you like my beard, baby?” He asked in a tone that was dripping in sensuality.

“Yes…” You weakly spoke and licked the rough patch. Taehyung dropped his head close to your ear again, this time fingers lingering around your thighs, caressing your pelvis. 

“Do you want to cream on it?” As soon as Taehyung asked, his index finger pressed right onto your clit. You almost let out a swear, “F–fuu-” Your body got tense and leaned towards him. “Ju-st! Oh my! H-how could you know wh-ere it is so precisely??” You cried out.

Taehyung’s laugh got even darker. Should he admit that image of your cunt busied his mind all the time? He could be focused on his work and all he saw on paper was your beautifully wet and aroused cunt. He already memorized it so well that he could draw it with the tip of his tongue. 

Taehyung kissed your lips lovingly; he caressed your face innocently just to stop his raging thoughts. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He kissed the tip of your nose and left your lips for now. You desperately chased him, but your excitement for his next move made you lean back like a good girl. “I love you more, Taetae.” 

Taehyung kicked the small ottoman back and properly got on his knees. Even like this, he was too tall; nevertheless, he had to smother his face with your cunt. 

Taehyung hissed when your sweet core was before his eyes. He wanted to dig his face into it. “Such a pretty pussy….” He mumbled. He saw how your lips moved ever so slightly. He knew that you were clenching onto thin air. 

“S-stt-op staring!” You tugged at Taehyung’s arms. Him having you this open to his eyes was too exciting. Taehyung made eye contact with you. His eyes were mesmerized. He slowly rubbed your thighs as if he was apologizing. Then, he hooked his hand under your right thigh. “Would you rest this one up here?” Taehyung gently placed your leg over the armrest.

As you spread your leg further and up, your core became even more open to his eyes. You tried to squeeze your thighs so that your poor clit could ease her tension. 

“You are so pretty…” Taehyung mumbled as he watched your core glistened with more juice and your hole clenched around nothing. You let out a shaky breath. You felt yourself leaking a river as Taehyung’s hands caressed your legs and stopped them from closing. 

“Oh, baby…” Taehyung’s deep voice made your lower lips quiver. He planted a kiss on your knee that bent over the armrest while caressing the other one. You bucked up to his face.

“My love…” Taehyung shared your impatience with you tonight. So after a few chaste kisses to your knee, Taehyung aimed for your juicy lips. With his lips so close that you felt his breathing, you felt your core physically drip. 

Thankfully, Taehyung caught that sweet juice with a quick reflex. “Mmmmh-gggh-” You and Taehyung lost your minds when the first touch of the night happened. 

Taehyung immediately looked up at you. You were in pure bliss. To push you into that pleasure hole, Taehyung opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked on your cunt. 

“Uhhhh, Taeee–” You figuratively and literally lost your mind. Taehyung did that again as if he were making out with your cunt, and you moaned every single time. It was the pinnacle of pleasure for you. You were helplessly getting the most divine pleasure from your handsome man. 

“Taee,” You weren’t sure if he heard you. Taehyung was in the zone. He was doing what he was made to do. He was sure that he came to this world to eat your cunt. He opened his eyes to look up at you. He had a feeling that you were going to ask for a break. He prepared himself to detach from your cunt for a few seconds. 

“Press your nose…” You mumbled while pushing his face deeper into your cunt. Taehyung gladly let you do that. He was tasting your sweet juices already; now that his nose was involved, he was breathing you. “Ahh, so so good, Taee… You are amazing, baby…” You had some headspace to praise him. It meant that Taehyung needed to do a better job. He wanted you to lose and forget every single thing. So, he pushed his tongue into your most sacred hole.

Despite Taehyung’s expectation, you didn’t flinch at the sensation, you melted into Taehyung’s mouth even more. He pushed his tongue as deep as it went. You sighed erotically, “Taehyuungg…” 

“Yes, baby?” Taehyung asked with a full mouth. He could read the pleasure on your face. Your pleasure, your sweet taste and the delicious smell made him float in the air. To see your face crumble further, Taehyung pushed his tongue deeper. 

“I was so empty before…” You breathed out. Taehyung’s tongue was girthy and filled the emptiness that you felt endlessly. 

Taehyung almost wanted to cry. You thought that his tongue filled you. Oh, my poor baby, Taehyung thought. He wondered how you are going to feel when his dick finally fills you. His dick throbbed, aching to find out.

Taehyung groaned into your cunt; the vibrations made your hips move against his nose again. “T-t-...” You forcefully held your moans. The large bookcases provided some isolation. 

Taehyung closed his eyes. He had to focus on getting you cum. So, he flicked his tongue at your entrance. You groaned your heart at the sensation. This was more intense than having his thigh under your clit. His warm mouth was an infinite pleasure. 

“Ride my face, baby.” He commented when you started to become more aware of your surroundings. “Bump your little clit to my nose.” He helped your thighs move easily against his face.  

“I can’t!” You whine, pushing his hand deeper into your core. You didn’t even realise how your hand got there. Your one leg was up on the armrest, the other one barely having the power to support your whole body. “Taehyung, quicker.” You tugged him again so he let out nothing but a gurgle followed by a moan. 

Taehyung changed his move, this time he started to suck your inner lips. This was less intense than flicking your clit. “Mhmm, I like this too.” You immediately commented.

Taehyung momentarily detached his mouth from you, “Yeah? Which one do you like the most?” He asked while getting the deep breaths he missed. His lips, the sides of his mouth and his chin were covered in your juices. It suited him so well. 

“I love it when you pushed your tongue all the way in.” You sighed while rubbing Taehyung’s head. “Oh, and your nose…” You mewled at the thought of his nose hitting your clit. 

Taehyung’s eyes gleamed at your confession. So you liked riding his face. He could make that happen. “Let’s try something else, baby.” He said and patted your thighs. 

Your face immediately fell, “How- why?” You asked.

Taehyung chuckled, “I am not going to leave you like this, don't worry.” He lowered your thigh and tugged your hands gently for you to get up. 

“I promise you will love this even more.” He winked at you. You followed your fiancé’s instructions. Before he continued, he asked again, “Are you sure you don’t want my tie?” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay, Miss. Get up quickly.” He helped you get up to your feet, your skirt naturally falling. You grimaced, you were naked and absolutely drenched, and it did not feel good. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung didn’t get up. Instead, he sat on the floor, dropping his head back to the armchair. You looked at his parted thighs and very prominent bulge. Did he want you to ride his thighs? But you really enjoyed his mouth. 

As you debated what he was going to do, he tugged your skirt. “Sit on my face.” He ordered. 

You blankly looked at his face. He repeated himself as he tugged you towards him again. “Sit on my face, Y/N.”

You felt your knees weaken. Your head and the world started spinning in opposite directions, making you feel motion sickness. 

Taehyung tugged at your skirt again. His eyes were impatient, thick tongue rolling around his mouth to collect your juice rubbed on him. “Here, baby girl.” His large hands carefully managed your moves and positioned you over his body. 

“Can you hold your skirt up, baby?” He asked politely. “I want to see you as you lose yourself on me.” His request made you whine, and you squirmed. “I don’t think I can do it, Tae.” You breathed out nervously and pulled the skirt up anyway. “Just try to do it for me, okay? It is okay if you fail.” He kissed the side of your knees as he gently rubbed your thighs. 

“Lower your hips for me, yes. Such a good girl for me…” You felt your knees quiver, there was no way you could support your body like this. “You are going to put your knees on the chair for me and hold onto the backrest really tightly. This way your pussy is going to hover over my face.” He said hungrily but still with a certain gentleness. 

His eagerness to make this position work powered your muscles. You kneeled on his armchair, hugging the backrest. Taehyung bunched your skirt into a mess and tugged it inside your waist. As he took care of you, you made sure not to lower yourself too much so that you would not suffocate your lover. “Taehyun-g” You called his eyes from examining your core. He looked up at you with fire in his eyes. “Push me if I hurt you, okay?” 

Your naiveness choked Taehyung’s soul. “I am glad to be suffocated.” His muffled voice came out hastily. His warm breath hit your core which made you move away from his face. 

“Lower your hips like before, darling. Let me taste you.” He pushed the top of your thighs. When you came to a certain proximity, Taehyung took a deep breath and licked a stripe from your no-no hole to your clit. Of course, you shied away, but Taehyung’s iron grip held you in place. 

One of your hands left the backrest and placed it on top of Taehyung’s hand. Somehow, the act of holding hands made this very intimate position more relaxing for you. When Taehyung licked once again, your body started to take in the pleasure rather than shy away from it. 

Taehyung mumbled, “My good slut.” The only thing you heard was his meaningless syllables and intense ringing in your ears. And also, the delicious vibrations his vocal cords gave you.

“Baby,” Your hips wanted to move on their own but you were not sure how. “How am I-? How do I ride your-” You dropped your hand from his hand to his dishevelled hair. You brushed his bang out of his face. His closed eyes opened with unmatching hunger. His lips were engulfed by your core; his precious nose was just seconds away from your clit. 

He didn’t answer you, just simply let your body and instincts figure it out. And they did. When your hips start to move in an impeded rhythm, Taehyung let you move more freely. You enjoyed your sloppy rhythm with endless moans and gasps. Every move of Taehyung’s mouth elicited a gush of your sweet juice into his mouth. He was totally consumed by it. 

“Taehyung!” You detached your core from his mouth when the fire in your belly became too hard to bear. “I hav-ve to cum.” You begged him as you were almost folded into two. Taehyung nodded understandingly. 

He pulled you to his face with a different demeanour, and right then you knew you were seconds away from cumming into his mouth. “Baby, oh my!” You lowered yourself as low as you could to feel his thick tongue inside you. You were sure that he was in your deepest place. Taehyung was sure that he was only at the beginning where his unworldly pleasure was kept. 

He pulled your waist, making your waist slightly bend so that- “Oh my fucking God!” You screamed when his nose hit your clit, your hands flying to your mouth immediately. Taehyung only stopped to suppress his proud grin, but you continued to search for his nasty tongue. When he gave it to you a second later, you tugged at his head.

“Please baby, please don’t stop.” The two of you lost eye contact but Taehyung was sure that your eyes rolled back as you moved your hips according to his fluid motion. 

Taehyung felt a gush of warmer juice fill his mouth before you breathed out, “I am gon- cum.-” 

Your high was more intense than ever, washing over you for what felt like hours. Your entire body was locked in place as Taehyung dutifully cleaned you. Your core buzzed against Taehyung’s face, but you patiently waited for the numbness in your body to leave you. You stood like that— hugging to the backrest as your sex monster fiancé cleaned you with his skilful tongue. 

“Darling…” Taehyung spoke first. He somehow freed himself from your thighs and held your back. You felt his chest chuckle against your back, “Are you feeling well, love?” He asked while pulling you onto your feet. 

Your whole body was like jelly so Taehyung supported your entire weight. Your face was overtaken by pure ecstasy so you let Taehyung place you like a doll. Taehyung immediately put on your underwear and let your skirt naturally fall.  He successfully helped you sit on the armchair that was going to remind him of this moment forever. He sat in front of you– returning to your positions at the beginning. 

“Baby…” Your teary eyes found your handsome lover. He looked at you and caressed your hair with utmost gentleness. “Yes, darling?”

You slowly leaned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart was beating crazily in his chest. You sniffed, Taehyung asked. “Are you crying, my sweet darling?” 

You melted on him. “It was so so good, Taehyung… I cannot believe I am crying because of it.” 

Taehyung chuckled proudly, “Mhmm, that’s my purpose on earth, darling.” He hugged you closer to his chest until your breathing returned to normal. Then, you released him. When your back hit the backrest, you only had small twitches reminding you of your beautiful orgasm. You were once more thoroughly satisfied. 

Clicks of ceramic pulled you from your daydreaming. Taehyung was carefully brewing his favourite tea while savouring your taste and your smell. “Are you seriously making tea?” You scoffed. Taehyung bit his bottom lip, “You must be thirsty, baby.” He continued with a shrug. “I am properly hydrated.” He rubbed his belly as if he had a delicious meal. Well, indeed he had the most scrumptious dessert on Earth.

 Taehyung saw you licking your lips, and then you asked. “What about you?” You pointed to his crotch with your eyes. Taehyung didn’t hide his bulge from your eyes. You saw its very defined shape over his brown slacks.

Taehyung first laughed, “How altruistic of you, darling.” When he saw your shy face, he tsked, “Pleasuring you gives me endless joy. It is Taetime, darling.” He held the teapot with his single hand and poured the red-brown liquid into the pretty cup. He quickly brought the steaming cup to his face, clearly faking a sip. “Mhmm, so fucking delicious.”

With his corny comment, you buried yourself into the unholy armchair further and enjoyed the company of your husband-to-be.

Puppy Daddy (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

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!)

masterlist | Tae-time | Spoiled | inexperienced |

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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. 

“That’s not how you speak to your son.” Taehyung laughed at your attempts from where he sat— while looking ridiculously handsome. You glared at him. “Tannie, come to daddy.” He excitedly said while patting his thighs. Yeontan ran back to him with his silly tongue out.

“Oh, my son.” He fondled the dog as you huffed, kicking your legs frustratingly. “I will give you a son!” you thought. “We are shooting videos for the Internet, mummy. Will you leave us alone?” Taehyung picked up Yeontan to his face and talked over him.

You dropped your head back, “Ahh, don’t…” You groaned. How he could be this handsome and fucking attractive and father material; yell at you with all of his being to fuck him and bear his kids. 

Taehyung let out an airy laugh when you saw thighs rubbing each other. “Tannie, will you leave us alone, baby?” Taehyung lowered the dog to the floor and patted his back. “Mummy needs some attention too. You know some girl stuff.” You watched Yeontan rub his face to Taehyung’s knee before running on his little feet. “Nah, I just want to promote you to baby daddy from puppy daddy.” You groaned at him as he cockily smiled at you. He looked at you challengingly, “Easy there, sweet little bunny.”

As Yeontan left the room without sparing a gaze, you closed the door behind him. You didn’t need your son to see what you were going to do to his daddy. Similarly, Taehyung turned off his phone completely and threw it between the big pillows. 

Taehyung spreaded his leg where he was sitting on the floor, dropped his head back and fucking winked at you with a fuck boy smile on his face. “Come and get it.” Oh, how smug he was. 

You frustratedly crawl over to him, Taehyung groaned. “Yeah, crawl to me, you little horny slut.” You gasped. Your boyfriend never played soft when you were in the mood. You knew he was going to milk this. A few days ago, when you came home from a baby shower, you let him know that you were neck-deep in baby fever. Taehyung had let out a devilish laugh at your serious tone when you asked him for his load at four am. He was making fun of you and banned you from going to baby showers. But the capitalist baby party was not the only thing to be blamed. Before that, Taehyung was abroad for so long that it had been messing with your head. You missed him like never before. Then, you stayed over at Seokjin’s wife’s place to help her around with a toddler. Then, three of your friends from HYBE announced their pregnancy. As a result, you were suffering from a severe baby fever and Taehyung’s dick was the only solution. 

You didn’t even bother to make out with him or take his shirt off at this point. You came closer to him, gave him a sloppy peck and took his cock out of his sweatpants. After so many rounds of sex, Taehyung couldn’t get hard anymore. He was thoroughly emptied and spent. When he offered to take some pills for his performance, you veto-ed saying that it lowers the quality of his sperm. 

“Have mercy upon us, madame.” He shakily whispered when you grabbed his semi-hard dick. You cried into his neck, “I want you...” Your sloppy wet kisses started to decorate his neck. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist and indulged in the warming pleasure. Soon his body would burst into flames. “I want it so bad, Taetae. Please give it to me, please.” You begged him with your usual needy voice that always gets him to the point. When his body moved approvingly, you kissed all over his face. “I love you, love you sooo so much.”

“I love you more.” He grabbed your ass cheeks. You rubbed his nape, “I want you on me.” 

“Straight to the subject, huh? Where is the foreplay we loved so much?” He asked while laying you back on the carpet and taking his favourite spot between your legs.

You completely ignored his comment. “I read in a magazine that missionary is the best position for conceiving.” You cling to him when Taehyung tried to give you breathing space. 

“You little dirty girl, what have you been reading?” He lowered his sweatpants to his thighs and pulled your panties to the side. “Fucking drenched! Look at this.” Taehyung tsked as his fingers loosened the elasticity of your panties. He rubbed his cock while he made you lay there fucking soaked.  “Ugh, put it in.” You groaned; your needy voice was Taehyung’s personal viagra. 

You felt yourself gushing with juice as Taehyung made himself ready for you with  strong concentration. Meanwhile, you kept whining about how good his dick is. 

Not to make you whine anymore, Taehyung plunged his dick straight into you. Then, his filthy mouth opened. “Look at you filthy girl, begging me to fuck you all the time. Why can’t you get enough, huh? Why are you so dick-hungry, baby? His beautiful necklaces tickled your face while fucking you with the utmost precision from the beginning.

“Yh– your d-ddick-k is s-soo good...” You screamed out.

“Is it?” Taehyung darkly chuckled at your confession and at how your hands grabbed his arms.

“It is so good that you want to get pregnant from it, don’t you? You just want to carry my babies, love. Why are you so eager, baby?” Taehyung kissed your lips harshly when your cunt squeezed him too hard.

“My, my- my biologic- clock-” You tried to mumble some words but Taehyung greeted you with harder thrusts. 

“Your biological clock?” Taehyung scoffed. “You are only 25 years old. You are still young and yet you beg me to cum in you, don’t you? You just love being my little cum dump. Ahh, my perfect girlfriend… I will give you what you want, baby. I will give you my cum and get you fucking pregnant.” 

“You are so greedy too. How many times have we had sex this week baby? It is too many to count right? You are gonna make my dick fall off.” He groaned, slowing his thrust down. Instead, he brought his thumb to your clit to toy with it.

“Normally you would return back to your normal phase but this baby fever is going for too long. I might just be tempted to give you one for real.” He said in a filthy voice with a permanent grin on his face. “Mhmm, make you so plump for me. Then everyone would know I fucked you so hard, baby. Knocked you out…” 

You claw at his shoulders, slurred his name, and bite your lips all while he dedicated himself to your mind-blowing orgasm.

“Or all you want is my attention. You are so greedy with me, baby. You still didn’t learn to share.” You shook your head vigorously. “Y-you arr-rre mine. O–nly.” 

Taehyung gave a rewarding thrust, “Yeah, I am. I am your little sex toy, huh? That’s what it seems like.” Taehyung was reaching his limit with you. His voice became hoarse and spit fell out of his mouth with the words.

“You fuck me day and night, and still don’t get enough. Fuck-ing fuck. How lucky I got, baby. I have the prettiest baby girl to fuck any goddamn day.” You hardly gulped when Taehyung’s hand caressed your face. 

“Please, baby, cum in me, p-pleasee! Please! Please, cum in me.” You squeaked when Taehyung’s hand grabbed at your shoulder to fuck you even better.

“You fucking cum whore…” He groaned; his lip was ruined from all the biting. “You need to cum first, baby. My little fleshlight. My pretty toy… Come on, ruin my dick. Dirty it!” 

With your relaxed sigh followed by your inner walls squeezing him, Taehyung joined you with his radiant orgasm. He pulled halfway and came all over your pussy. When you felt the immense emptiness in you. You groaned, “In me, in me…” You mewled.

When your hands tried to push his cum in, Taehyung held your wrist above your head. 

“There is more where it came from. Get your slutty ass up and wait for me in our bed…” 

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masterlist | Tae-time | Spoiled | inexperienced |

Spoiled (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: Taehyung loves providing you.

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

genre/warnings: Taehyung speaks filthy but he is whiny at first.

word count: 2112

A/N1: this to everyone who are thinking to print their own money as the tuition fees are ridicilously high.

A/N2: I CANNOT believe how many people enjoyed my last fic :(( Thank you everyone. Please check out my latest work: Puppy Daddy and my all Taehyung-smut masterlist.

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Taehyung sighed deeply as his hips rutted against you desperately. “Baby… baby…” He whined and whined. 

You tried to carefully hold your champagne glass filled with sparkling water. “Taehyung! I am gonna spill this all over you.” You tried to stop his needy hips but oh boy he was turned on.

“Baby… Give me a kiss.” He was sitting on top of you, clearly not minding his tall frame, facing you with his dreamy eyes and shaky hands. Even though his weight made you stay underneath him, you enjoyed how much he was turned on. 

You gladly gave him the kiss he asked for. He gently kissed around your lips before delving into your mouth and taking it more steamy. Meanwhile, he kept a firm hold on your face and kept moaning into the kiss. 

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading. 

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together. 

“Baby boy…” You murmured. 

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy. 

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay,  baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?” 

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…” 

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.” 

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end. 

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was. 

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs. 

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt. 

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt. 

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate. 

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink. 

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips. 

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs. 

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace. 

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft. 

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him. 

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered. 

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…” 

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded. 

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in. 

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.” 

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned. 

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum. 

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off. 

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in. 

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.” 

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend. 

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs. 

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce. 

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him. 

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass. 

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him. 

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you. 

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you. 

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier. 

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently. 

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.” 

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.” 

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you. 

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

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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.

After having breakfast, you tidied around the room briefly, took out two pieces of chicken to thaw and did a load of laundry. Meanwhile, Daehyun seemed occupied with the rainbow block set that Taehyung’s brother got for him. However, the quiet time didn’t last long and Daehyun started to throw a tantrum around noon. 

So you decided to take your human and dog babies for a walk. Daehyun dozed off as soon as you stepped outside, leaving you in shock. 

After 10 minute walk, you arrived at your in-laws’ house for lunch. They were excited to see you and their grandchildren. Daehyun ran up and down the corridor with his uncle and played train with his grandfather. Taehyung's family’s love seemed to entertain Daehyun as he went in circles and was adored by them. During lunch, he chased Yeontan to feed him and the poor dog climbed on the TV unit because of the crazy attention. While Daehyun ran his terror amongst the Kim family, you chat with your mother-in-law about the cleaning person that she found for help. 

You had pretty tough labour that lasted for almost two days. Taehyung was with you in every second of it. From the first entrance to the hospital to getting your epidural, counting your contractions, and having your baby boy in your arms. He felt guilty for your pain. He was there for you as a strong husband— even though he started weeping as soon as he saw Daehyun. 

Postpartum wasn’t easy either. During birth, your doctor had to push the baby herself to help you out. So she had pressed down to your left ribs, just under your lungs with all of her strength. It was a very needed move for the birth, but you still suffer the crude pain for months. Additionally, the stitches were absolutely painful. On top of everything, you were bound to an infant with all of his life depended on you. The only thing you did during that time was to eat and feed. Without your husband and his family’s help, you could never last long. 

The overall recovery lasted around 3 months challenging you both mentally and physically. The only thing Taehyung could think about was you and his baby. Even though Taehyung had to go back to work after a week, he constantly called you or just face-timed you as he worked. 

Also, his parents were always loving and supportive. Taehyung’s mother had become your holy source for motherhood knowledge. She came to your house as Taehyung was leaving for work and helped you with everything for the first three months. She did the laundry, cleaning, cooking, everything.

Taehyung’s father was active in every event as well, and he showed his affection directly— which was something you weren’t familiar with. He had taken care of many things related to the baby’s citizenship and health insurance. They were doting parents but worshipping grandparents.

However, the most perfect grandparents couldn’t keep Daehyun busy for long. The little boy was quick to remember the absence of his father. No game, no toy or no snack could replace his father. So after his noon nap, he was back to being moody.

After dropping Yeontan at your in-laws’ house —God knows that dog deserves the fattest steak on earth after bearing a crying baby for two days— you brought your baby to Taehyung’s office. The distance was a bit long, you walked 30 minutes with Daehyun in his carrier that is strapped to your chest. On the walk to his dad’s office in downtown, Daehyun looked around tentatively and pointed various things at you. Many passers-by were taken by his cuteness and playfulness.

“Let’s go to the Appa’s office!” you exclaimed. Your little son raised his arms so you could pick him up. It was 16:50 so Taehyung’s shift was going to end on a high note. You entered the main building from the garage and took the elevator to the main area. 

You introduced yourself to the young man in the reception area “Hello, I am here for Kim Taehyung. Can you let him know?” you asked politely. The receptionist nodded his head tiredly. Who knows how many people asked him the same question?

You didn’t want to stand in front of the desk as it was pretty intimidating. Also, Daehyun was trying to get himself off of his carrier.

 “You saw the fish tank, didn’t you?” Daehyun’s eyes were fixed on the bubbling fish tank that was on the wall. As soon as you let him down, his little legs ran towards the wall. His eyes got enlarged and carefully examined the colourful fishes. He tried to knock on the glass but his small hands were too weak. 

“Mr Kim awaits you in his room. 7th floor, the second room on the left. His assistant will help you.” The receptionist talked slowly and clicked on the lift for you. 

“Daehyun, let’s see Appa,” you picked your baby up again and entered the elevator. During the ride, Daehyun made funny faces and licked all the microbes on his hands.

When the lift’s door opened, you entered a fairly quiet area. Doors of two rooms out of four were opened, one of which belonged to your husband. The assistant’s desk was empty, however, there were boxes everywhere.

You timidly made your way to your husband’s open door. You saw his back standing while another man was on a stool. “Knock, knock,” you said.

Taehyung immediately turned with a big smile on his face. Daehyun just noticed his father and started squealing on your arms. “My love,” Taehyung kissed your forehead immediately whilst holding your nape. “Welcome baby,” he whispered to you. 

Daehyun squealed louder and kicked his father for attention. “Oh, my son is here to see Appa.” Taehyung picked up the crazy toddler as Daehyun kept squealing. “Hooray!” Taehyung tossed Daehyun up. 

“He will throw up, don’t do that.” You tried to intervene but both of your boys’ laughs brought a warm smile to your face. “No, my son won’t throw up on me, right baby?” 

Taehyung and his shoulders experienced endless vomiting, but you still didn’t want to get it on his work shirts, especially the ones that made him look extra hot. Taehyung tossed Daehyun up once more and watched his baby laugh warmly. Daehyun held his father’s chin with his drool-covered hands as he kept giggling at the feeling.

Right then, you realised the room was much more crowded than you expected. You hazily remembered some of them from last year’s company party. “Y/N, darling, meet my coworkers.” Taehyung gestured to three men in their early thirties. You briefly shook hands with them. Your handsome husband was promoted to be a mid-level principal architect a month ago, so these people were very much strangers to you.

Despite your smile, Taehyung sensed how tired you were. “I have some unboxing left. I want to finish them before we leave if that’s OK for you, darling.” Taehyung held your hand with one hand and Daehyun with the other. His lips curled up timidly, weighing your reaction. You couldn’t help but smile at the big bear in front of you. “Of course darling.” You approved as he brought your hand to his mouth and placed small kisses on it. 

“Here, you sit on my chair wifey, and I will take care of it quickly.” He made you sit on the large leather chair whilst holding Daehyun, his biceps bulging attractively. He was already freaking hot and being considerate was making him annoyingly sexy. “Welcome to your office again, Taehyung. We should leave now, see you tomorrow.” All of his co-workers got his cue from the eldest-looking one and left the room.

As they were leaving, two young girls and one boy rushed into the room with glasses in their hands. “We brought tea-” One of them babbled while holding the tray. The eldest co-worker led them out too. 

“Why are you serving tea at the end of the shift?!” A yell came from the corridor.  “Ladies and gents, we should clean this mess now. We will have other stuff coming up tomorrow!”

Just like that everyone left Taehyung’s room. “Baby?” Taehyung inquired. “Are you tired, my love?” he asked with a concerned face as he saw you close your eyes with a relaxed sigh. You nodded, “Daehyun is a big naysayer without you at home.” As you spoke, your son hid his face in his father’s neck. 

“Really?” Taehyung’s lips curled up, he was amused. “Yes, we looked for you around the house all morning.” You remembered Daehyun running between rooms with only a diaper on. 

“Daehyun, don’t make Mommy tired!” Taehyung said to his son ever lovingly. He was the best father ever. “No!!” Daehyun repeated and shot a smile at you. Even with a few teeth, you were gladly sure that he had his father’s boxy smile. 

Then, Taehyung put the toddler down and kept unboxing it. “Your new office looks nice,” You commented. He was promoted recently, but his office was under renovation. “They really don’t want you to quit,” 

This job was the second job he landed after university. It was a large architecture company that designed malls, residences and even city halls. The company was fairly new at that time so it needed core, hardworking employees. However, as with any corporate job, it was very stressful. During your first months of pregnancy, many of Taehyung’s school friends quit their jobs here due to fierce competition. 

You encouraged Taehyung to do the same, you were a hundred per cent sure that he could find another job, or else you guys could move back to France where your father would gladly refer him to many of his business friends.

But Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to be unemployed as there was a baby on the road. After six months of mental warfare, the company was sold to a much more modern person, and the new Board of Directors valued the employees. As a result, your hardworking husband quickly climbed the succession ladders. 

Taehyung didn’t see himself as a white-collar until retirement. At one point he was going to start his own business. However, he needed more experience and financial power to do so. 

“Apparently, I will work for 4 days a week during the winter season. At least I will not come to the office.” Taehyung announced. You smiled at your hard-working husband and your eyes teared. 

“You are amazing, Taehyung.” You quavered. All the emotions boiled up inside you. Taehyung’s shoulder shot up and quickly kneeled in front of you. “Only because I have a perfect wife.” He held your hands on your lap and looked into your eyes dearly. 

His brown bangs were beautifully covering his forehead, his defined eyebrows were relaxed. His chocolate eyes were gleaming right at you, his lips were pressed together, and his mole was waving you hello from his nose. “My love,” Taehyung held your shoulders and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. All of your tiredness was eradicated with his gentle touch. 

“You know what?” Taehyung checked your son. “You should visit me alone next time.”  His naughty tone already indicated his intentions, his arms wrapped around your thighs from where he was kneeling. 

“We have to have sex on my desk at least.” You laughed at your ever-horny husband as he kissed your knees. “Or, I should eat you out under the table. Mhmm, babygirl, my sexy baby mama…” You blushed but you were surely down for it. “Office sex?” You asked him as his eyes ran all over your body as if you were wearing the sexiest lingerie, not jeans with a basic shirt. “Mhmm, of course, I want my wife all the time.” He kissed your knuckles a bit seductively as Daehyun started to play with magazines babbling to himself. You snickered at the little baby, cock-blocking his father.

“Daehyun, come on. Help Appa put these up.” Taehyung loved spending time with his baby more than ever. As a child, he always admired his father, and now he only had one goal: to be an admirable father. 

The little baby always fascinated his father with his intelligence. Last winter, Daehyun once pointed at the snow and said “Brr”. According to Taehyung, it was a sign of high intellect and that he will become an engineer in future. 

Plus, Daehyun was energetic and goofy like his father. The little boy always did his best to make others laugh. Just today, he sat on the TV remote and told his grandfather that the remote went on a trip — what you always say when his noisy toys go missing. 

Taehyung placed the box with various stationery in front of your baby. As the little boy played with clear tape, your sexy husband dealt with the rest. “Do you want me to help?” you asked as Taetae reached for the top shelf.

“No need, my baby mama.” He talked cutely on top of a stool. As he reached up, his bubble butt looked bigger.

“Your butt looks so sexy, baby.” You blurred out the bare truth. He looked stunning in smart office outfits— much different from the weird print shirts you met him in. Formal trousers hugged perfectly at his butt and accentuated his small waist. “Hmm, be a good girl and I will let you touch it.” He shook his ass to the sides. 

“Appa,” Daehyun pointed to his father and got up as well. Two of you locked on his movements as the little boy shook his butt too. You started laughing at the cuteness. “Does Appa shake his butt?” You asked him and the little boy did it again to amuse you.

Taehyung scowled, “Do you laugh at Appa?”  He slowly approached the little boy and picked him up. Daehyun squealed with happiness. “Are you laughing at Appa?” Taehyung asked and Daehyun kept giggling.

Then, his father tossed him up — yet his hands never left Daehyun’s body. Taehyung stopped soon after. Then, he tickled the little boy and kissed him all over his tummy while holding him above his head.

“Did you know that Mommy shakes her butt better?” Taehyung playfully talked to Daehyun. The little boy, of course, didn’t understand anything at all. “She used to dance on me all night.” You rolled your eyes at him. 

You and Taehyung met when he visited France as an exchange student. One of your friends from the architecture major was assigned to show Taehyung around. Through that friend, you met Taehyung and fell in love within a month. During that semester, you dragged him to all the bars and pubs on Paris streets. Cheap alcohol and immense attraction toward each other meant there was a lot of kissing, grabbing, and grinding. Both of you would get a bit tipsy and make out in dark streets all night.

 You were crazy on the outside but totally shy inside. Despite all of your grinds on him, sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Taehyung. 

Taehyung was completely the opposite. If you weren’t so eager, he wouldn’t touch you that aggressively. However, once he got more comfortable, the freak inside of him revealed himself.  

You still remember being warmed by Taehyung’s large arms around you and swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. He would occasionally groan to your ear—letting you know how much he loved your little moves.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Mr Kim, do you need some help?” a young woman asked Taehyung, trying to avoid eye contact. “I don’t, thanks.” Taehyung's voice suddenly became ice-cold.

“What about something to drink?” she asked again. Her body was tilted against the door. 

“Do you want to drink something, my love?” Taehyung asked you. You shook your head. “I am fine. Thank you.” 

“My wife and I are good Miss…?” Taehyung didn’t know this lady’s name but saw her around a lot. “Jeon-” The girl uttered.

Taehyung let a second of silence pass. “I would be pleased if you and your intern friends didn’t wander around. You are here for work, not gossiping.” Taehyung set the distance sharply. “Also, your job isn’t coffee service, please act accordingly.” The young girl bowed quickly and left the room. 

“Ouch,” You remarked Taehyung’s bitterness.

“What?” Taehyung shrugged. “All they do is talk all day.” He sounded like your old bosses. “Yeah, because they are still students!” You exclaimed. Expecting interns to act like full professionals was dumb in your opinion. 

“They kept flirting with your husband though.” Taehyung placed a wooden pencil holder on his desk and shrugged with a pout on his lips. “Mhmm, well, I would do too if my supervisor was this hot.” You sneakily hugged his back. Your small frame tried to engulf him as your chest pressed against his broad back. 

Taehyung chuckled at your comment. “Hmm, you are feeding my office fantasy, babygirl.” He turned his face to you and whispered in your ear. “It wouldn’t take much for me to get me on my knees if you were my intern.” Taehyung turned his face to you and wrapped his arm around you. You giggled, "Oh, Mr Kim, that’s very flattering…" 

Taehyung kissed a tiny trail on your neck, “I heard that the finance department could make room for my intelligent wife,” His large hands grasped your ass. 

You brushed his nose with yours, "Yeah? Only if you promise to fuck me every lunch break." As soon as you flirted back, Taehyung's cock shifted in its confines. 

"You know I am a weak whore when it comes to you, wifey." Taehyung confessed dearly, making you laugh again.

"I know, baby, you-"  Right then, a voice belonging to a small person cut the sweet scene.

“Mommy,” Daehyun called for you. Your baby was still very much dependent on you. The little boy was still sitting next to the pile of magazines. “Milk,” he said, reaching for your arms. You smiled at his soft eyes looking at you. 

Daehyun ate solids perfectly, but he still wanted to be breastfed, and you wanted it too. It was a bonding experience you and your baby shared. Probably he was never going to remember those moments, but you had every second engraved in your brain. Also,  breastfeeding was good for his health too. With the approval of your doctor and your mother-in-law, you decided to breastfeed him as long as possible.

“Come, my baby boy.” You picked him up; however, you still had his baby carrier on. When your hands tried to lose the knots, Taehyung’s hands stopped you. “Let me help you, gorgeous,” his hands skillfully replaced yours. He got rid of the carrier and brought the blue diaper bag. It was the end of March but you still carried a blanket with you just in case.  Taehyung took the blanket out and guided you to sit on his leather chair. 

You undid your pants to release your T-shirt whilst holding your baby. Meanwhile, Taehyung closed the blinds and locked the door. You didn’t care about nudity when it came to feeding your child. Your breasts were just tools to feed your baby, not a sexual thing for you. However, Taehyung got uncomfortable when you whipped out your breast outside of the home. He was scared of someone looking at it indecently; even the possibility made his blood boil. 

Breastfeeding also introduced you to front-closure bras. They were a bit awkward at first but very convenient. As your left tit dropped out, Daehyun pushed his legs up with excitement. Taehyung chuckled, “Like father, like son.” 

You rolled your eyes and got comfortable on the chair. Breastfeeding lasted anywhere from 25 to 30 minutes when Daehyun was hungry. He could go longer if the little boy wanted attention.

“Rest your legs up, darling.” Taehyung dragged one of the visitor chairs to rest your legs up. He carefully removed your sneakers and lifted them. During your pregnancy, he massaged them for you.

 He kissed your forehead with a big content sigh. 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. 

Taehyung got back to unpacking the last two boxes before leaving: one box from his old office and the other from one box filled with printing paper. He slowly opened the second box and put a stack of paper in the printer. 

The other box was already open. His tea mug was on top with his blue and black pens in it. It also had rubber bands around them. The promotion letter was in the box too with other random papers. Then, there were framed pictures of his family: his most precious treasures. 

The first frame was from the wedding. His large arms were wrapped around your waist and your hands were on his chest — a classic wedding photo. Your angelic smile was radiating even from the picture. It was the reminder of a wonderful life he began with you.

The other frame was from Daehyun’s first trip to France. Last summer, you visited your family’s summer house in southern France. You and Taehyung travelled frequently as a young couple. Both of you usually stayed at shitty motels or camped outside. Sometimes you guys just didn’t sleep at all. 

However, with Daehyun, you had to carefully plan your holidays. This picture was from one of those carefully planned holidays, taken in a marina near a couple of tourist attractions.  You had a red summer dress and Taehyung had a tropical flowered blouse with white shorts— the biggest DILF energy. On the other hand, Daehyun had a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with a bucket head. He had sunscreen all over his face. Taehyung was holding Daehyun on his side and hugging you. It was tiring but the most fun holiday Taehyung ever had. Daehyun was still so young, but he was willing to do everything with his dad. Taehyung built sandcastles with his son on the beach and swam in the gorgeous blue sea. Plus, seeing you in your bikini with Daehyun in your arms was a splendid sight. Taehyung smacked your ass with his wet cold hands when you lay under the umbrella and showed your sexy body to everyone. 

The last picture was of you and him again, kissing each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was probably taken two or three months into dating. Taehyung looked at himself in the picture. What he was seeing basically seemed like a child to him. If he saw that 22 years-old-Taehyung, he would say: “Don’t give up on your love no matter what. She is going to give you a reason to live.” Then, he looked at your figure in the picture. You could get mistaken as a teenager even though you were a year younger than him. Your face was rounder in the picture. Your fingers were holding his face as both of you shared a kiss.

Taehyung reminisced about the past while a big lump sat in his throat. He still couldn’t believe that you were his wife the mother of his children, and his life partner.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly called for you. Your tired eyes found him, then the picture he was holding. 

You smiled at him as Daehyun slurped at your nipple. Taehyung chuckled and left everything on his desk to look at his baby boy.

 “Is it yummy?” Taehyung asked, resting his face on your shoulder. Daehyun’s eyes looked over his father’s face whilst innocently drinking milk. As your husband seemed to be enchanted by the little boy, you kissed his cheek. Taehyung immediately gave you his famous boxy smile. “My gorgeous wife,” he sighed to the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses onto your skin. Then, Daehyun slurped at your nipple again. It was a sign that the little baby was feeling sleepy. 

“Okay, now I am getting jealous,” Taehyung told Daehyun who could barely open his eyes. “Sshh, he is going to sleep in seconds.” Just as you said, Daehyun released your nipple. Sometimes he would wake up from his sleep and continue drinking, so you usually waited a few minutes to make sure he was sleeping. Taehyung chuckled as his son fell asleep his mouth open, his cute double chin was, of course, covered with drool. 

“He sleeps like you,” You commented lovingly and your finger softly pushed Daehyun’s chin to close his mouth. As he felt your touch, the little boy opened his mouth and aimed for your nipple again.

“Wow,” Taehyung said dramatically. “That’s- that’s living life.” he scoffed and his brows furrowed. You looked at him confused, “Sleeping in your arms and suckling your nipples at any place without question must be good, huh.” 

This time you scoffed at his behaviour. “Do you realise he is your son?” You silently opposed. “It’s against bro code anyway!” Taehyung pouted.

After 10 minutes of breastfeeding and a catastrophic burp on Taehyung’s new chair, your son was asleep in your arms. Taehyung also finished decorating the four shelves behind his desk and watched his little man in your arms. “Darling, can you carry him to the car?” you asked while Taehyung wore his suit jacket. Your arms were tired of holding him steadily to your chest. “Of course, love.” Taehyung sounded a bit worried, thinking that he doesn’t do enough for you.

You slowly stood up and handed Daehyun to Taehyung’s large arms. He held his treasure delicately and laid him on his shoulder. Your joints cracked loudly during the process due to not moving. As Taehyung cooed Daehyun’s back, you covered his little body with a blanket; voila, the hottest dilf you have ever seen was created before you. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at your giggling, “What?”

You shrugged, “You look really hot with our baby in your arms. THE biggest dilf energy I felt ever.” you held your crotch dramatically as Taehyung giggled. “Maybe you should fuck me,” he slapped your ass with one hand as you tidied yourself up.

 Then, you took the diaper bag and pushed his chair back in place. After one last check, you opened the door to leave. 

The corridor was more crowded than you expected. Some of the co-workers were still chatting at the secretary’s desk. As you walked towards them, Taehyung’s fingers intertwined with yours. “That’s better,” he mumbled. 

“Ahh, Taehyung! Is that your son?” a high voice filled the corridor. Taehyung instinctively stepped back, checking on his son. Who could scream this loud in the workplace? You furrowed your brows. 

Taehyung shushed the screaming lady. “Uh, I am sorry,” she quickly said, completely ignoring you. Others bowed as both of you came closer. “Mrs Park, look at this cutie!” This time she was quiet with an excited voice. An older woman came over to the desk to see Daehyun. “Oh, little sleepy boy,” she said with a lower voice. “He is adorable, Mr Kim.” she continued. 

“Well, I didn’t have anything to do with that. That’s all thanks to my wife..” Taehyung pulled you close to him proudly and wrapped his hand around your waist. You blushed as everybody looked at you. “Of course,” Mrs Park nodded, you highly doubted if she meant it. 

“We should before he gets cold.” Taehyung exchanged goodbyes and both of you walked towards the lift. 

Thankfully, Daehyun was still soundly asleep in his dad’s arms. Taehyung clicked on the lift’s button and stood tall in front of you. 

“Should we get take-outs?” He asked quietly.

You immediately opposed, “No, I got some chicken out of the freezer. We will have chicken soup, you know the flu season is hard this year, and we have leftovers from yesterday.” Your chicken soup was something Taehyung could never say no to. It was his comfort food. 

“Hmm, my day goes super well. First, your visit; then, chicken soup. Oh, fuck, I love it when you wife me.” Taehyung held and kissed your knuckles slowly. 

As both of you entered the empty lift cabin Taehyung buried his nose into his baby’s cheek, “He smells so sweet. I can’t get enough.” 

Yes, Daehyun’s baby smell was incredible. You laughed at him, “He smells like milk and his gorgeous mother,” Taehyung slowly kissed Daehyun’s cheek and wrapped the blanket tightly. “You still have the baby seat, right?” You remembered Taehyung taking it off as the car went to the repair shop last week. 

“It is in the boot baby, don’t worry.” Both of you got off the lift and walked to the car. Taehyung’s face glowed under the afternoon sun, his bangs covering his gorgeous forehead. His jaw was clenched, focused on carrying Daehyun safely. The grey suit fitted him perfectly and gave off the sexiest young professional feels. The top two shirt buttons were undone, revealing his honey-coloured skin. When you got closer to the car, Taehyung clicked the button. “Do you wanna drive?” You looked at the big scary black jeep and shook your head. “Noppee.” 

You got your driving license when you were 20 years old and have probably driven about three times since then. Taehyung knew that you weren’t a confident driver, so he wanted to encourage you to start driving. With Daehyun growing up, he wanted you to have more freedom. “Come on, baby…” Taehyung tried insisting. 

“Nah, I want to watch my husband drive. Why did I marry you if you weren’t going to be my personal chauffeur?” Taehyung was more than happy to drive you anywhere you want. However, he had serious plans of getting you a car as an anniversary gift, so he was testing the waters to be sure. “Is it because Noire is large?” Taehyung asked.

And yes, he named his car Noire after the bar name he met you in Paris. He gave Daehyun to you slowly and took off the baby seat from the boot. “No, it is not that. It is just- I feel so worried even with the thought of sitting in the driver’s seat.” You complained while he secured the baby seat.

After placing Daehyun carefully, he called you. “Wait, wait.” 

“I want to open the door for my princess- for my queen.” His loving hands held you and opened the door. “Mademoiselle, please.” He politely bowed to you.

You let him help you sit on your seat, “I am a married woman, Monsieur. It should be Madame.” Your sexy role-play went immediately to his dick. Fuck, yes, you were his wife. “My apologies, Madame. Please let me make it up.” Taehyung kept playing his role. Before you can speak, his lips moulded against yours in a warm hug. You hummed into the kiss as he pulled you tighter. His sweet taste and smell filled up every bud on your body, and your brain quickly relaxed in his touch. Taehyung dipped his tongue into your mouth and scraped it against the roof of your mouth. 

"Mmhmm, tastes like my fucking wife." Taehyung licked his lips and moaned at your taste. But you couldn't care less, the only thing your mind was focused on was feeling his lips on yours again. So you pulled him down by his tie and connected your lips. Taehyung got your message and started kissing your lips even messier, caressing your boobs on the way.

You squeezed his shoulders while moaning, “Taetae, we are out.” You hid your face on his shoulders. “So? We did nastier things in public, wifey.” He whispered to your ear as you whimpered. Your body jolted against him as he dived deeper. “Mhmm, I remember.” This time you spread your legs and pull him closer. You remembered how he used to fuck you in his old red Toyota car in between lectures, or on study breaks. It was probably the steamiest sexy you guys ever had.

 “I love you, babygirl.” He kissed the top of your head and went around the car to get into his seat.

The drive back home went quiet. Taehyung occasionally grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, his hands sometimes rubbed your thighs too. You watched your husband skillfully drive in the hectic rush hour traffic whilst listening to smooth jazz. As Taehyung parked at your apartment complex’s garage, Daehyun was looking out with his large doe eyes. “Baby, did you wake up?” Taehyung looked at his smiley son from the rear-view mirror. 

Daehyun wiggled his legs to set himself free from the seat belt. “Appa will get you, wait for me.” Your husband called. In return, Daehyun squealed with an excited toss. 

You too got out of the car whilst your two cute babies laughed. Your tiredness didn’t matter when you saw Taehyung and Daehyun having the greatest fun.

While you closed the doors, Taehyung let out a big laugh. “He has the nastiest diaper. What have you done, Daehyun?” Your little boy was laughing at his dad's reaction. “Oh no, we need air support.” Taehyung raised Daehyun up and made helicopter noises. You kept giggling at the sight.

When you entered the house, Taehyung took off his and Daehyun’s clothes and bathed him. It was the only way to get rid of that much poop, he said. Meanwhile, you heated the leftovers and finished making the chicken soup. As the soup simmered on the stove, you checked up on your boys. Of course, they were on your big bed cuddling each other. Taehyung got the heating panel up so the little baby boy could show off his tummy to his father without getting cold. Taehyung was only wearing boxers as well. His body was very distracting…

“Oh, did my two little boys have a bath?” Daehyun smiled from the bed, he was trying to roll onto his tummy.  “Did you bathe with Appa, my baby?” You lay down next to your cute baby while his father picked up the wet towels on the bed. His body was wet, abs waving hello to you. His pectorals were flexing as he noticed your gaze. His black boxers were wet. His leg muscles were to die for, all those walking during his early 20s had apparently paid off.

“My sweet baby smells amazing!” You smelt Daehyun’s arms. The little boy reached for your hair in return and playfully tugged it. “Does Appa smell nice?” Taehyung asked, lying down next to Deahyung. “Hmm, let’s see.” You rubbed your chin as the little boy between you watched tentatively. Taehyung extended his arm for you to smell it. “Yes!” You squealed. “Appa smells amazing!” Deahyung tossed his little legs up at your excitement and turned to his dad. His little arms pushed him up to his knees. Then, he buried his small face into his dad’s elbow. “Appa ama-in-” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. He imitated the way you widen your eyes as you spoke. Taehyung helped the little boy sit down. “How about Mommy?” He asked your son while winking at him. Taehyung’s large arms slowly crept on you. “I am going to smell Mommy.” He was imitating a villain’s voice.  “Mommy,” your little baby jumped on you before his dad could hug you. The hug surprised you and almost brought you to tears. “My mommy,” Daehyun laid on your chest as Taehyung caught his legs. This time Daehyun shrieked. Just like that, your husband and son started wrestling.  Daehyun giggled continuously. He extended his arms to you as Taehyung held him up with his left hand. Daehyun kept giggling and he drooled down onto his dad’s arm. 

“Oh no, Daehyun is flying again!” you snickered at the situation. Not long after, Taehyung lowered Daehyun to his chest and pulled you close to him. “Mhmm, Mommy smells amazing too!” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “My Mommy!” Again, Daehyun wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled his little body onto you. As their energy levels dropped, you got a good cuddling session with your loves. Thanks to Taehyung’s body heat and the heating panel, Daehyun was comfortably lying on your chest while Taehyung patted his bum. 

Taehyung pulled you closer to him with a deep sigh and wrapped one arm around you. Now, your head was on Taehyung's shoulder, inches away from his face. "This is the best," he mumbled as Daehyun started to move again. Daehyung came up to kiss your forehead, just like he saw his dad did, all while holding himself up with the help of Taehyung’s face. As the little boy held onto his dad's face for support, Taehyung made a snorting sound. 

“You were saying he was Appa’s boy?” Taehyung snickered and watched his little son place a drool-covered lick on your forehead. “He is!” You tried to speak but Daehyun dropped his fat belly onto your face. This time Taehyung let out a big laugh. 

“Daeyhun!! Only Daddy can choke Mommy.” Taehyung playfully scolded. You gasped scandalously as Taehyung continued laughing while holding his stomach. You lifted the chubby baby out of your face. Daehyun giggled with the two of you, very glad to be the reason for your laugh.

“My baby!” You lowered the little baby to your chest this time. Little Daehyun knew this feeling very well and he immediately snuggled you again. His one hand held your neckline with his fragile hands. You grew heart eyes at the sight of this precious scene. Taehyung was the same if not more moved. He looked at how the little part of him, his most precious son, cuddling with you. He could feel how Daehyun felt safe, looking up at you in utmost awe. 

“Like father, like son.” He looked at the big cuddle cloud containing his life treasures: his wife and son.

“Come here, Daddy.” You stretched your arm to Taehyung, which he gladly take. You released a pleasing sound when Taehyung laid his head on your shoulder. “How are you so warm?” 

You answered your own question. “My furnace.” You murmured and rubbed your face to his damp hair. Taehyung smiled just like his son at your devoted love and dirty compliment. He couldn’t hug you as tight as he would like as he didn’t want to crush Daehyun. 

“Are you hungry, my baby?” You asked quietly. Taehyung continued to watch his little son playing with the collar of your shirt.

You asked again, this time with your fingers in Taehyung’s hair. “I am talking to my man-baby.” Taehyung looked up into your eyes same as Daehyun and smiled cutely. “Yes, Mummy.” He said with an annoying voice. 

Your reaction was to die for as your face crumbled into disgust. “Oh fuck off really…” You tried to push his head on your shoulder. Taehyung was the total opposite, he cuddled you more. “My love! Don’t kink shame me.” 

You gave him a giggle as he started to kiss your neck playfully. “I am proudly kink shaming you, Daddy!” You tried to push him off just for jokes. Taehyung faked a groan, “I am still getting hard on the Daddy kink, wifey. Don’t tempt me.” He whispered into your ear as if Daehyun was going to understand. 

“Oh, you are THE temptation, Taehyung. Look at yourself…” You eyed his naked chest. 

“Mhmm, wifey…” He kissed your cheek and rose to his knees next to you. “This is me whoring myself for you… Come on, touch it.” He grabbed your hand on Daehyun and place it on his abs. 

You felt them momentarily but pulled yourself from the temptation quickly. “I hope you are free this night, Mr Kim Taehyung.” You said, pointing to Daehyun. The little boy was unaware of anything.

“Oh, the offer sound amazing, Mrs Kim Y/N. I would love to give you a little tour around the exhibition.” Taehyung ran your hand from his abs to his precious asset. You immediately gasped when your hand felt his dick.

“There is a child!” You laughed at Taehyung’s bold moves and sit up on the bed. 

Daehyun’s clothes were already laid on the side of the bed, directly in front of the heating panel like a cute bear.

Taehyung got up and sit behind you. You giggled, “Get dressed, appa bear.” He gave you shoulder kisses. As your hands move to get Daehyun’s clothes, Taehyung stopped you.  “My love,” He whispered whilst arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me take care of our baby.” He kissed your shoulder as Daehyun started to suck his own thumb. You smiled at the sight and the sensation. “You work so much during the day already…” You mumbled, giving in to Taehyung's sweet kisses.

Taehyung continued kissing you as you dropped your head to his chest. “I am working for our family, my love, so you do too. We are a perfect team together, my wife… Mhmm? My sweet wife…” Taehyung peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses until he lost his breath. “Also, it is never actually tiring to take care of Daehyun and you. I always feel so full here…” Taehyung pressed his hand to your heart. He did his best not to notice your swollen tits but sensation chased him. 

You groaned slightly when his hand almost grabbed your tit. Your boobs become sensitive a long time ago, and his large warm hand awakened more nerves than he soothed. “I will get our baby ready…” 

You nodded. Even though Taehyung thought you would go finish dinner, you lay on the bed, next to Daehyun, enclosed by his dad's long legs so he couldn’t roll off the bed. 

Taehyung smiled fatherly as Daehyun looked at you curiously as you lay next to him. The little boy wanted to get closer to you as Taehyung carefully slipped Daehyun's small arms into the soft onesie. The most difficult part was to stop Daehyun from suckling his thumb. When Taehyung tried to stop him, Daehyun let out a small whine, which Taehyung managed to stop with his low comforting voice. 

“He is about to sleep again. Maybe I shouldn’t have bathe him right away.” Taehyung said as if it was a lullaby. His low and velvety voice made you sleepy too.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled as you got comfortable on the bed. Taehyung let you as he got dressed. Before leaving the bed, he placed a few pillows around Daehyun’s empty side to provide him safety. Then, he picked up the dirty baby clothes and disappear from your hearing zone. You were sure that he went to the laundry room but you were too lazy to open your eyes or ask him. Taehyung didn’t come to the bedroom for a while. He set the table for you and him and got Daehyun’s chair ready. 

When he returned, he had worn his pyjamas and placed a wet smooch on your cheek. Taehyung slowly patted your bum, “Let’s have our dinner, my babies.” If you didn’t wake up when he called for the second time, he decided to leave you to sleep. Thankfully, you opened your eyes with a subtle smile. You pointed your cheek, “Another one, please.” 

Taehyung gladly gave you another kiss, and you hummed. “One more,” you said, pouting your lips at him. Taehyung grinned, “Mwwahh” He loudly kissed your lips.

“Perfect,” You sighed and stretched your back. Daehyun was already trying to reach for his daddy with an adorable face. “Appa!” He called for Taehyung. 

“My prince, my queen…” Taehyung picked up Daehyun and held his hand out for you. “Your dinner is ready.” He walked two of you to the kitchen with a posh butler expression slapped on his face. You let Taehyung guide your chair with his hand on your back. “Please sit down, Madame.” He continued his roleplay while earning snickering from you.  

“Thank you, Monsieur.” You planted a wet, sweet kiss onto his cheek when he pulled your chair for you. The next was Daehyun, he was placed on his feeding chair, and Kim’s dinner began. 

Taehyung’s little roleplay slowly ceased when he brought the meals to the table and thanked you. “Thank you for cooking, wifeyyy!” He kissed your hand like a gentleman after starting to feed Daehyun and himself. He insisted that you would eat your dinner uninterrupted. However, your two lovely boys were enough of a distraction. You watched them fondly as Daehyun tried to copy his dad by using his chopsticks and failed to bring the kimbap to his mouth. 

Dinner was lovely even though the little boy made a huge mess on the floor as he played with his rice. Taehyung insisted on cleaning the kitchen so you could sleep, but you had a lot more planned in your head. 

You held Taehyung by the collar as he insisted to walk you to the couch. “Go and play with our kid. Make sure he gets really tired because I will play with you later, Daddy.” Your eyes looking up at him intimidatingly, and your hand squeezing him shook Taehyung’s core so he decided to behave. “Yup, yeah, Ma’am. I will.” He picked up Taehyung while ogling your figure. “Go, go.” You pushed his hand slightly as his hand came for a sneaky grab on your ass while he looked your body up and down.  

Taehyung and Daehyun played games throughout the whole afternoon. Thanks to his dad finding new ways to play different games, Daehyun was occupied and thoroughly exhausted. Meanwhile, you did some housework that would otherwise never get done because of the energetic and curious Daehyun. 

“Look, mummy! A t-ric-era-top!” Daehyun ran towards to open kitchen from the living room, hugging your legs. He made the blueish-green dinosaur toy in his hand walk on your leg. 

“Oh, wow! He is scary!” You played along while lowering yourself to his level. “No, mummy. He is a nice dinosaur.” Daehyun rubbed his face at the small toy. You ran your hand over his hair, gosh he was so cute. “Are you friends with the dinosaur, baby?” You asked him while carefully examining the toy. 

Daehyun nodded, “Yes. He has a dad too!” Daehyun looked at his empty hand, his chubby fingers squeezing the air. “Where is the dad dinosaur?” You curiously asked. Right then Taehyung came right behind the cabinet. He was on his knees like a cat, but he was rawr-ing. 

“Rawwwrrr, I am looking for my son…. Rawrrr.” Taehyung walked on his hands and knees in slow motion, voice playfully hoarse imitating a dinosaur. 

Daehyun squealed with happiness when he saw his dad. Taehyung came towards the two of you. “I am a dad dinosaur! Did you see my son?” He asked Daehyun as he hid the toy behind his back. He pouted, “No, you are my dad!” Daehyun’s little feet stomp made you laugh. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the reaction. Before he could say anything, Daehyun hugged Taehyung’s neck and tried to climb on his back. 

“Of course, I am Daehyun’s dad!” Taehyung sat on his feet, straightened his back and picked up Daehyun, who was hugging him so tightly.

Taehyung looked up at you from where he was kneeling. His eyes were teary with love. You smiled at them fondly and ran your hair through your husband’s hair. “We should find the dinosaur’s dad too, then?” Taehyung asked after planting kisses on the little boy’s cheeks. Daehyun nodded but continued to cling to his father’s arms instead of returning to their game. Two of your boys returned to the living room while holding each other dearly. 

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Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram was the best weekday night self-care you could think of. Mind off, pyjamas on, just scrolling through the endless pit of reels reseted your mind for some reason. You loved that you could just hide away from all of your responsibilities and have endless screen time. 

“Daehyun has fallen asleep.” Taehyung entered the bedroom with the baby phone in his hand. “That means special time for mummy and daddy.” 

You giggled at his puffy eyes begging to sleep. “Come to bed, baby daddy.” You called him while an endless loop of a video played on your phone. 

“OF COURSE, I AM COMING.” Taehyung took off his black basic T-shirt in one swift moment and jumped on the bed. “And I am gonna devour this mummy.” He immediately took his place on top of you and started to tug on your shorts.

“Omg Taehyung!” You playfully whined. With a toddler, you knew foreplay was boujee. 

“Yes, that’s what you will scream soon.” He said in his infamous dirty voice that made you soil your panties every time. You answered by kissing him. Kissing him sensually and endlessly was enough foreplay for you. 

“Mhmm, wifey….” Taehyung breathed out to your face with a dummy smile. “Out of breath, honey?” You asked when he resisted back as you tugged his face onto your lips back. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad, wifey.” He said, oh god, so blatantly and easily. Your nose crunched up. “Omg, how can you be still shy? You are my fucking wifeee! We literally created a human together.” Taehyung groaned, but it didn’t stop him from kissing down your neck to your chest and navel. He easily got rid of your shorts and took off your panties with them. 

“Just let me say hi for a few seconds.” He said, immediately finding his place between your legs. He latched his lips onto your cunt immediately. He kissed it the same way he kissed your lips. You sweetly hummed at the wet sensation. Even though you were very accustomed to this feeling, you were very sensitive to his mouth. 

“Nice.” Your hand was already in Taehyung’s hair, pushing and pulling his head for a perfect angle. He let you have your way with his mouth, grind against it, dirty his face. He simply took what you gave him with deep groans of pleasure.

Taehyung enjoyed getting you soaking for him before he did anything with his dick. He followed your lead and catered to you without any power play. Your pure pleasure on his tongue was enough of an award. Until you pulled his head, Taehyung kept slowly making out with your cunt. Almost the entire of his face was covered in your cream.

“Cock, please.” You breathed out. Taehyung giggled, “As you wish your Majesty.” He loved seeing you spoiled. He loved spoiling you with his big dick. 

You hummed as Taehyung ran his dick up your slit, coating himself with your juice. He hissed, “Fuck.” You were almost lulled by the action. It soothed your raging core. “My pretty wife…” Taehyung mumbled as slowly pushed himself inside you. He sighed, “Fuck- Still my pretty slut.” You were so warm around him and so wet. His cock drowned in you. 

“Ahh,” Taehyung moaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist. “So good, baby.” You mumbled to him, eyes closed. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung asked as he pushed himself deeper. It made you moan out. “Even after all these years, you are so perfect, baby.” Taehyung freed himself from your legs, goosebumps had risen all over them. He stood tall between your thighs, presenting his gorgeous dad body to yours. Your hands didn’t reach all the way up to his baby abs, only your fingertips caressed his smooth skin. 

“Still got me-” Taehyung huffed out, “breathless.” His hands gently smoothed around your body, he had to touch every inch of your skin. “My love…” He pressed a kiss on your wrist that tried to come up to his face. “My wife…” He kissed your palm, “Mother of my child.” His cloudy mouth pressed onto your knuckles gently. 

“Tae-t” Your breath hitched in your throat. Why were you this sensitive to your husband? Your twitches and whimpers were so embarrassing.  

“Y/N…” He moaned out your name and drape himself over you to fuck you on missionary. It was a classic position that he enjoyed the most. He pushed his dick into your walls with two gentle moves, they didn’t hurt but made you take deep breaths. 

Taehyung watched you sheepishly smile and tried to move your hips to fit him in. As he wordlessly got in, he continued to keep his silence when you clenched on him. He let you have your moment for awhile. Your hands came up to his shoulders, down to his biceps, caressing every inch of skin you could feel. 

Taehyung’s slightly dry skin was soothing and familiar. He had changed in throughout the years in a most handsome and mature way. Taehyung wanted to see inside your head as you touched him with gentle hands. Your body was way more perfect and powerful than his. He was still terrible at appreciating how your body was able to create a life. It was too good to be true. It was a miracle. His respect for you was always there ever since he met you, but after he saw what you went through during pregnancy, he was on his knees, bowing to you. He couldn’t even believe you were able to do any physical labour after carrying his son, let alone have him intimately again. So, Taehyung was extra gentle, caring and appreciative of you. 

“How do you want to have me, love?” Taehyung asked. “Slow? Hard? Sensual?” He asked while his lips sucked on your shoulders, breath ghosting your full breasts.

You whined under him, “Hard…” Your wet cunt agreed with a hard clench. Your hands grabbed him on the shoulders and got ready for the pounding.

Taehyung scoffed, “Oh babe, I thought we entered the phase where we can just go slow and do a lot of cock-warming.” He made sure he had a comfortable hold, “Here I was thinking how our relationship matured incredibly…” He pulled his cock out, let you take a breath, and entered you again. “But you are still the cock hungry slut.” 

You whined at the delicious way he filled you. “But Tae…” You opposed sweetly. “You are filling me up so well. You are giving me– ah baby– everything I need…” Taehyung pumped into you at a slow tempo.

“Do I?” He grinned down at you. Oh, you were stroking his ego so well. 

“Mhmmhm… You are the best lover…Doing the all work for me– ah– just letting me enjoy your nice dick.” You bit down your lip to keep it quiet. 

Taehyung’s growl filled your ears, he was always terrible at taking compliments. Taehyung’s voice was deep, low and his lips were right next to your ear. All this meant, his loose slutty mouth was going to make you cum with his words. “Yes, the fuck. You are still the same, Y/N. You are still my uni crush who begged me to pound her before her presentation. You are still a whore for me baby…” He let out a pathetic whine. “Fuck, I am still so desperate for you too… How did you make me fall in love with you this hard?” Taehyung’s lips attached you your neck as he stopped his hips. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to savour you more.  

You giggled through your nose as Taehyung hid on your neck, “I remember how you fucked me before my presentation at the student submit, right in your Toyota Echo.” You ran your hand in his hair. “You weren’t this big back then…” You mumbled as he ached your core while he stayed planted in your core. You needed him to move.

Taehyung understood that by the strong clenches, “It’s because I wasn’t this good at giving dick back then.” Taehyung had learnt sex with you. He learnt how to get better at things you liked, and tried new ways to tease you. He researched a lot. He listened to bits of advice and he practised them on you. You gave him a huge smile when he started to move his hips and serve your dick slowly. “Yeah, you progressively got better at dicking me down. F-fuuc-k, you turned into a sex machine…” Your moans and giggles filled Taehyung’s ears while he went back to steadily pull and push himself in. 

“Yes, baby. You had me as your little fan and turned me into your husband…” He whispered solely because he was breathless. 

“My husband…” You moaned out. The word especially felt good when he started to aim for your sweet spots. “My hubby…” Your delirious moan and calling him husband made Taehyung go harder, “Yes, I am your husband, baby. I am– ah jeez– I am the owner of this juicy, sweet cunt.” Taehyung spread his knees to get deeper. 

Your moans immediately change into warning ones. You were about to cum so Taehyung spoke more filth. “I am the one who fucked you full and knocked you up. I got you so pregnant with my kid. You carried my child– fuck. Everyone knows I fucked you…” Taehyung’s own words affected him.

“I did, yes, yes, baby… Tae–” You called his name on the edge of your orgasm. 

Taehyung slightly pushed your one shoulder down so that you didn’t shy away from your orgasm. He knew you would do that. “Because you are my wife. You are mine… Ah– Everything about you is mine… Oh my sweet love… You are gonna cum on your husband’s dick? Are you gonna make me the happiest man on Earth? Come on, do it for me. Let me see how much of a whore you can be for me? Please, cum for me…” 

Taehyung’s hips worked harmoniously to his words. He always knew how to punctuate his words with his long dick. You were so weak for his dirty comments. 

“Babe– I am gonna c-” You called him and he went even harder on the talking. “Come for me so I can finally fill you up again… Ghhm– Fill you up again with our second child…” Taehyung stopped feeling his dick a second later as you violently cum and squirt all over him. Your messy cunt became flooded with your sweet juices. Taehyung let himself lose in your hot cunt and helplessly empty himself inside you. 

“F-fuck… Oh-” His hips weakly thrust a few times to fully empty himself. You continued to heavily breathe along with him. You felt his sweat evaporate and cool you off. You couldn’t reach for the duvet. “Oh my god…” Taehyung whispered a minute after your joined orgasm. His butt was cramping terribly but your racing heart and needy whimpers were worth it all the cramps in the world. 

“Let me catch my breath…” He whispered into your skin as he laid on you completely. Your eyes went to the baby phone. Your son was still sleeping. You nodded as he rubbed his face to your breasts. You know that he had been avoiding them since they could leak anytime. Taehyung felt guilty of stealing his son’s food so he made sure he and his favourite girls had some time off, but this didn’t mean he couldn’t kiss them a little. 

When you felt Taehyung’s wet mouth on your warm skin, you shivered. Taehyung felt how you loosely clench on him. He pulled himself off when he heard you hiss in pain. No titties for him some more time, he thought and returned to his favourite place on your neck. 

He nuzzled, lips giving you a few lazy kisses before you got pulled into slumber even though you had a grown-ass man on top of you with his soft dick struggling inside you. Nevertheless, Taehyung was able to power nap for around five minutes before he got up to clean you. 

You thanked him half asleep as Taehyung completed his most important duty. When he finished, he dressed you scarcely. He knew you would appreciate having some clothes on if you woke up to a crying baby at night. Then, he laid next to your sleeping figure. 

With a tender smile playing on his lips, Taehyung's gaze caressed every delicate feature of your face. As he watched you sleep, his mind replayed the cherished memories, from the exhilarating moments of their first meeting to the vows they exchanged on their wedding day, each memory was etched in his heart with a profound sense of love and tenderness. Gently, Taehyung's fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his touch. The intimacy you and he had shared moments ago still lingered, your souls entwined in a dance of love and passion. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the deep connection. Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung whispered words of adoration into the silence of the room, his voice a soft caress against your asleep state. 

"You are my everything," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and admiration. With a tender smile, Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. In this quiet moment, he felt a profound sense of responsibility—to protect and cherish their love, to create a life filled with joy and happiness for their family. As the night carried them into dreams, Taehyung held you close, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the soulmate he had found in you.

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

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Spoiled (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: Taehyung loves providing you.

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

genre/warnings: Taehyung speaks filthy but he is whiny at first.

word count: 2112

A/N1: this to everyone who are thinking to print their own money as the tuition fees are ridicilously high.

A/N2: I CANNOT believe how many people enjoyed my last fic :(( Thank you everyone. Please check out my latest work: Puppy Daddy and my all Taehyung-smut masterlist.

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Taehyung sighed deeply as his hips rutted against you desperately. “Baby… baby…” He whined and whined. 

You tried to carefully hold your champagne glass filled with sparkling water. “Taehyung! I am gonna spill this all over you.” You tried to stop his needy hips but oh boy he was turned on.

“Baby… Give me a kiss.” He was sitting on top of you, clearly not minding his tall frame, facing you with his dreamy eyes and shaky hands. Even though his weight made you stay underneath him, you enjoyed how much he was turned on. 

You gladly gave him the kiss he asked for. He gently kissed around your lips before delving into your mouth and taking it more steamy. Meanwhile, he kept a firm hold on your face and kept moaning into the kiss. 

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading. 

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together. 

“Baby boy…” You murmured. 

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy. 

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay,  baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?” 

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…” 

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.” 

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end. 

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was. 

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs. 

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt. 

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt. 

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate. 

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink. 

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips. 

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs. 

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace. 

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft. 

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him. 

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered. 

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…” 

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded. 

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in. 

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.” 

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned. 

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum. 

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off. 

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in. 

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.” 

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend. 

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs. 

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce. 

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him. 

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass. 

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him. 

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you. 

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you. 

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier. 

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently. 

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.” 

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.” 

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you. 

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

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take a break (smut/mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: You take Taehyung’s mind off during his project.

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !nonidoltae, car sex, cock riding, semi-exhibitionism,  dirty talk, praising, pet names (Taehyung calls reader a whore- but lovingly), slight choking, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), reader can’t stop cumming, duh?! 

word count: 3.8K

A/N:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway, you’re mine, and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

A/N2: I would love to take suggestions for short drabbles

Taehyung buried his face between his arms and got comfortable for a second. His head was banging with tiredness and stress from last night. It wasn’t his fault that they left their group project last week. It was Jungkook’s fault, who was unavailable all semester and his best friend Namjoon’s. They just started a project that was worth 60% of their final grade. If it wasn’t for his transcript, Taehyung would leave this group the second Jungkook started whining. However, he had to ignore the boy and work his ass hard if he wanted to pass this course. 

“Ugh, so fit.” Taehyung heard Jungkook grunt while pretending like he was napping. Namjoon shushed the boy quickly. If Taehyung were to look up, he would see that Jungkook commented on you… it wouldn’t be great for their homework… and Jungkook’s jaw.

While Taehyung tried to nap on their desk, you were busy getting him a coffee. “Thank you for keeping my secret, Jimin.” You smiled while two of you carefully walked past students in the study cafe. The cafe was full of people, you couldn’t see an empty seat, which was sad considering it was a Friday night. Jimin was leading the way where he and Taehyung were working on their project. 

“No problem, Y/N. Taehyungie will be so happy, he was very stressed all day.” He said, shaking his head to the sides.

“We sit over there, look he is sleeping,” Jimin showed the direction with his head. When you looked, Taehyung and two other men were sitting on a circular table with their laptops on. However, Taehyung was leaning to the front, face buried in his puffer jacket. 

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Puppy Daddy (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

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! 

A/N2: If you like this, you might also like Spoiled! 

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

(do not interact if you are underage)

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 drity 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 |

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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. 

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

(do not interact if you are underage)

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 drity 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 |

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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. 

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Puppy Daddy (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

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! 

A/N2: If you like this, you might also like Spoiled! 

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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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inexperienced (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

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pairing: idol!Taehyung x (female) reader     

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

genre/warnings: inexperienced Taehyung and OC, idol Tae, signing NDA, Taehyung obsessed with OC, so much teasing, little bit overstimulation, use of vibrator

word count: 3K

A/N: I am obsessed with Taehyung's come back and it made me realise how much he'd mature into this perfect man. I wanted to remember his young self and write someting about that young man. Please let me know what you think.

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“Taehy-ung… Please…” You pleaded with a whine. Your throat was dry, your entire body soaked with sweat, your core between your legs coated with layers of your juice. Your butt was cramping along with your legs. Only your begs, Taehyung’s sighs and the buzzing of your vibrator filled your room. 

You were tired, completely spent and toyed by Taehyung. Taehyung was similar. He was intrigued…oh very much intrigued in your heavenly pleasure. It was masochistic that he watched you coat yourself over and over again in front of him. He was addicted to your pleasure, to say the least. He was rock solid despite cumming a few times inside his pants. 

“Baby, you are so fucking sexy…” He placed his large warm hand on your convulsing stomach. His praise did melt you at this point. 

“Taetae…” You groaned at the seductive young male over you. You wouldn’t believe it if someone said this man, who couldn’t stop blushing when you made eye contact with him, could tease you ruthlessly for hours. For Taehyung, the switch to this mode was gradual, but he hit a peak when you gladly and nonchalantly signed his NDA. 

All eyes in BigHit were on you on that day. From the moment you entered the conference room with your arm linked to Taehyung’s, to the moment you shrugged and signed the contract, to your departure with Taehyung. Everybody, Taehyung’s managers, certain board members, lawyers, bodyguards, Taehyung’s members. They all watched you carefully. Of course, you didn’t look like this in front of them. You were put together but still fucking delicious.

“Tae… mhmmm. Baby, I’ll-” You grabbed his wrist holding that demonic toy. Your attempt was cute. 

“Yes, baby?” Taehyung’s hoarse voice made you cry even harder. “Please, please, let me cum… I want to cum for you, please.” You asked. 

Taehyung cooed your tummy again. He could see the quivers in your stomach. “But I want to edge my baby one more time. Will you take it for me, sweet girl?” He asked. 

You were his sweet girl. You were willing to go down that hell of orgasm denial one more time just to hear Taehyung call you a good girl. 

“Just one more?” Your ask bled into a cry when Taehyung took the vibrator away from your soaked pussy. Taehyung could smell her, almost taste her in the air. You were heavily breathing, legs brought together tightly together to soothe your poor pussy. You lay on your side for a minute before Taehyung whispered into your ear. “You are incredible.” He was as spent as you are. Even though he didn’t act like it, Taehyung had no idea about female pleasure. He didn’t have time to care about that before. Now that you, a fucking goddess, were in his life, Taehyung had to learn about your pleasure. He needed to fucking cater to you. 

This was why he bought you a vibrator as a gift from his trip to northern Europe. At this moment, his idol life was a cold, distant responsibility to him. You were warm, close and vibrant, you made him love life and at the same time hate it because he couldn’t freely spend it with you.

Taehyung kissed your temples as you whined. Your hands found his shoulders in the dark, caressing them to calm yourself. “Tae… I can’t take one more time.” You were genuinely tired. Taehyung could hear it in your voice.

“You are my good girl…” He whispered gently while peppering your face with kisses. “You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed down to your shoulders as you huffed. “You bewitched me, love…” 

You held him before his warm mouth could reach your breasts. You held his face, he was sweaty just like you. “You are so teasing.” Your warm breath hit his face. Taehyung felt guilty about how he ripped your orgasms away from you.

“But I love how you cum, baby.” Taehyung felt you writhe again. Your body asked him to eat you. Of course, you wanted him to eat you. You loved how deep his tongue could go, going to places no one ever touched.

“Oh, my sweet baby… I could eat you whole, my sweet love.” He pathetically whispered onto your face. His eyes were teary. He enjoyed seeing you so much in pleasure that you lost sense. You were his sun, moon, and everything in between.

“Tae…” You moaned out. He finally connected your lips. The kiss was very slow, dragged out and sticky. Your spit was everywhere on his lips and chin. You didn’t have any chance to wipe it, and Taehyung liked it messy anyway. He gave you generous amounts of his tongue, seeing how you whined when he pulled it back instinctively. As Taehyung tried to finish kissing you and continue his mission downward, you pulled him even closer to you. You made him lay over you completely, slightly pressing his weight on you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to secure him where he was.

“Baby,” He grinned when you left for a breath. It was funny how you could cling to him to the point he was trapped. “You are such a needy girl, aren’t you?” His low chuckle teased you, but your lips didn’t stop. You kissed his chin and bucked your hips up to his crotch to seek stimulation. 

“Do you want this? Mhmm? Is that what you want?” Taehyung glided lower to press himself fully even though you held his hair strongly at the root. Right before you could complain, his hard dick under his pressed your core. 

You moaned out loudly. 

“I think this is what my dirty girl wants…” Taehyung dropped his head down, got onto his knees for support, pulled the pillow underneath your head. “Up baby. Shh, don’t cry. I will give you what you want.” He patted your ass so he could slide the pillow underneath your ass to angle it. 

He was right. It felt so much better like this. “Come…” You cried when Taehyung stood on his knees between your legs. You reached out for him. You needed his skin on yours, his breath on your ear. Anything else could make you cry out of lack of pleasure. 

Taehyung did exactly what you wanted. He laid over you again. But this time he was on his knees to support himself. The position worked better than he practised on his pillows, solely because you had beautiful curves and limps that accommodated him deliciously. “See, look… There we go…” He cooed when he gave you a hardness to rub against. 

He used to give you his knee to grind, it was when he didn’t know anything about sex. But now that Taehyung had done enough research, he could get you to orgasm by himself. 

“Ah, Taetae….” You gave him a satisfactory sigh when he plotted himself between your legs, his elbows digging into the mattress. As Taehyung had rather wide shoulders, you needed to spread your legs wider, which made you very shy because you were fully on display for him. 

Your knees tried to stay close while your ankles were separated by Taehyung’s gentle hold. He found it very amusing as he rubbed the outside of your thighs gently to get you comfy. 

“I want you to feel relaxed and calm, my baby. It is me… You don’t need to be shy. I will just make love to you.” Taehyung was gentle as always and he made his intentions very clear.

You nodded as your thighs kept twitching. “I’m-m senss-ss…” You finished with a hiss.

“I am going to kiss your cute clit, baby. You let me do it, right?” He looked up to you for your approval. You shakily nodded, “More than anything…” You were so needy for him.

“Oh, my sweet girl… Thank you for allowing me to touch you… I am such a privileged man…” His warm tone melted against your folds. His voice vibrated your bones as you released a high-pitched hiss at the first touch.

Taehyung’s lips were warm and soft. The rough patch of a beard on his chin made you gush out more sweet juices for him. “Baby…” He moaned deliriously. He was in your most sacred place. He was kissing up and down your clit, licking up all of you. 

He uncontrollably bucked up to the mattress, releasing his pent-up energy. His dick felt so good against a rough surface, of course not good as your soft lips. “Ba-by… You are so delicious…” He rubbed his chin to your tight hole, messing his face. 

“Tae…” Your hand was in his messy hair, trying to pull him where you like the most.  “Mhmm?” Taehyung asked, his eyes crossed, nose deep in your cunt. 

“Can I cum?” You cried for him, you weren’t sure which was wetter: your eyes or your cunt. 

Taehyung decided to tease you just for a little longer. “Mhmm, maybe.” He gently spanked your clit with his fingertips. “Ah, Tae-tae…” You moaned, legs trapping poor Taehyung more. With your sweet moan, Taehyung felt himself drip all the way down his shaft. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily cum again. 

He grinned against your pussy, his teeth slightly catching on your soft flesh. “You want me to bite this little wet cunt, huh?” He followed his word with a clear wet spank on your hole. 

“Oh!” Your fingers painfully held Taehyung’s hair. His scalp burnt deliciously when you pulled it because of the pleasure he gave you. 

“You are fucking mine, baby…” He murmured into your lips and continued licking up just in case you felt pain. “Your wet pussy belongs to me…” 

You nodded vigorously as your fingers explored his soft locks. Your moans were soft and whiny as Taehyung drank you up. He kept mumbling but you were too gone to hear him. Taehyung didn’t try to make you cum, he had already abused your pretty clit too much. He wanted to give you soothing licks to assure you that he fucking loved how you tasted.

“Taehyung… I want to cum, please fuck me...” You pleaded as his nose tried to dive deeper into your cunt. You loved the sensation but he was spending you. Taehyung detached from you after a few kisses planted on your lips and inner thighs. When he came to your eye level, you saw his pink cheeks, wet lips and nose, dishevelled hair. He had blown pupils with a needy face. “I need to eat you more.” He licked his lips as if you were going to deprive him from your pussy. 

When you whined impatiently, he wiped his sweat. “Okay, okay. You have been an excellent girl for me… So, I can f-fuck y-you now.” Despite the strong dirty talk, Taehyung was still too excited for you so he stuttered. 

You took a relieved breath, “T-thank you, my Taetae.” 

Taehyung rushed out his boxers quickly, making two of you bounce on the bed. You giggled as his long legs tried to maneuver. “Ok-okay okay…” He whispered as he took his stance back in between your legs, this time completely naked.

You couldn’t look at his lower region without blushing like a beetroot, and it didn’t help Taehyung to stop teasing you. But the two of you understood each other. 

Despite you averting your eyes, your hands weren’t shy. You brought your hands to his tummy, hovering his hot and hard dick. Taehyung was standing tall in between your legs, your thighs over his to spread you for him. He was completely naked like you, his soft golden chest rubbing against your fingertips. His nipples were erect in little peaks, “Your nipples are smaller than mine.” You giggled as your fingers failed to reach them. 

Taehyung looked down to his chest and giggled with you. “Your nipples are more delicious than mine.” He said back with spit leaking from his mouth. You went through his nipple obsession previously and it was torturous to have his warm mouth to suck on your sensitive nipples. Taehyung gently ran his thumb over them. You held his wrists despite trusting him with your body. “Do you like this, baby?” He asked.

“It’s better after y-you made me w-wet… It isn't good when I am not turned on.” You explained as Taehyung tentatively listened. 

“Thank you for allowing me to do this, baby.” Taehyung appreciated how you were open to him, and he didn’t want to take it for granted. He always reminded himself that you were a fucking angel that came to his life, and he continued to act like it.

After teasing your nipples for a few times, his hand caressed down to your waist. He huffed; this was the most anticipated moment of this occasion– the one he was a bit nervous for. 

“Y-you know I am still learning to control myself.” He confessed. You gingerly smiled at him. “I will t-try my best not to cum right away.” He promised. As an inexperienced young man, who is infatuated massively, he had some minor problems with his performance. Despite being the performance king he is with an infinite stamina; Taehyung didn’t last long inside of you. 

“I just cannot think of anything else than you, baby. You make me wanna bust a nut immediately.” He whined as your sneaky fingers touched his sensitive head. He generously gave you precum. “I don’t care…” You shrugged.

“We will explore and learn together so it is fine by me, Taehyung.” You made eye contact with him as you wrapped your fingers around him. Taehyung’s eyes rolled back, he was meaty in your hand. “I want you to enjoy it as much as I do…” 

“Y-you have no idea how much I enjoy this, baby.” Taehyung breathlessly confessed. “I love you so much…” 

You had a confidence boost and gave him full tugs, trying to mimic the way he touched himself. Taehyung gulped down hard. “I love you so much too, baby.” You replied back.

“Y/N… C-can we c-continue so that I can l-last longer inside you?” He didn’t want you to stop stroking him, but his need to be wrapped inside your warm walls was more intriguing. You gently slowed down your already slow strokes, “You put it in.” 

Taehyung nodded, licked his lips and took ever. “I will be slow.” He whispered to himself. He needed to be slow for himself to not get overwhelm and for you to not feel any pain.

“Hmhm…” You nodded, eyes closed, anticipating the first touch. The first touch of his dick to your sensitive pussy lips was the worst and the best. Taehyung hissed in pain when your warm wetness kissed his skin. You, again, giggled in pleasure. At this point, you were addicted to his teasing.

“I will push gently…” Taehyung reminded himself as his hips ever so gently glided against yours. It felt like he was poking you– a sensation that always made you laugh and giggle. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much that it made Taehyung almost teary. 

“You feel so good, baby.” You breathed out. Your pussy felt wet and almost numb. It felt like your entire crotch was somehow fluttering, so his hard dick grounded you to a sweet pleasure. He didn’t have any difficulties in getting himself in. You were so relaxed and prepped for him that you fit like a glove.

Taehyung dropped himself over you, he needed to kiss your lips to soothe himself out of overwhelmed stimulation. “My love…” He cried to your ear; his back was arching. “Y-you feel so good.” He said as he was almost 1/3 in. This level was the best for both of you as later you started hiss in pain. 

“Let’s catch a breather.” Taehyung said as you clamped over his dick over and over again with breath hitches. “You will make me cum, right? Y-you won’t stop this time?” You asked while digging your nails into his biceps.

“I won’t baby… I will fill you up this time.” He drew himself out and pushed back in. “I-i know you will. You are so perfect for me, Taetae.” You drooled.

“Am I? Am I good at this, tell me!” He asked

“You’re s-so good, baby. I love how yo-ur hard c-cock fucks me so deep…” Your dirty talk was Taehyung’s fuel. His eyes locked at how you took him in easily and made him wet. You were soaking him and giving him the best warm kisses on his dick. His dick was home inside you.

“I shaped your insides with my dick, right? Your pussy is shaped to fit me… only me… I only fuck you, baby. You’re my everything. My fucking fantasy… I can’t believe I am able to fuck you… My pretty doll. My obedient kitten. T-thank you for letting me touch you, my princess. I-i love it.” Taehyung deliriously went on as he brought you the sweetest pleasure. Meanwhile, he was practicing to last longer for your pleasure. He was studying sex every day for this.

You moaned with every single of his thrusts. It was way more fulfilling than his lazy tongue so you were on the orgasm train within minutes. “I-i will cum, baby.” You let yourself enjoy the peak earlier than him as you deserved this dearly. 

Taehyung gave you an animalistic growl, he held himself from changing his pace. He knew that it got frustrating for you if he changed his technique right before you came. He already had teased you a lot so this was your time to shine. He tried to kiss your cheek as you bounced up and down against the bed sheet with his powerful thrusts.

As much as he was attentive to your needs and likes, you were slowly figuring out what Taehyung enjoyed. You brought your one hand to his beautiful hair and pulled it while giving him the most enjoyable moan ever. “I-i’m cum- ah Tae. Tae…”

 Taehyung was too fucking weak when you pulled his hair. Your walls squeezed him for his life and with that he desperately cum for you too. You gasped when his warm seed filled you in. You pulled him by his hair and Taehyung fell into your neck. He kissed your shoulder while heavily breathing.

“Taehyung…” You sighed while caressing Taehyung’s back to stop him from twitching. Despite being fucking spent on top of you, Taehyung still didn’t crush you and held himself somehow above you. 

“You are so dangerous…” Taehyung whimpered against your ear with a kiss. You got me by the balls…” He cried while he went soft in you. He placed his face onto your shoulder and drooled over your breast. “I love you so much, Y/N.” You caressed his head as he whimpered once again. “I love you too, my baby love.” 

He looked up to you with bread cheeks “Will you hold me for a while?”

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Chapter 3: picnic (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: very soft scenes and Taehyung is in love

rating: fluffff!!! slight smut, still do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: there isn't much. Taehyung imagines some hot stuff briefly. 

word count: 21K

A/N: chapters aren't in chronological order. Check out my other work on my masterlist.

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

Chapter 3: picnic

“Y/N, do you know I called you here, darling?” Your father asked gingerly as he sipped the coffee you made for him. You pulled yourself up from the couch and shook your head nervously. “No, father, but I was hoping we could chat about my studies.” You were perfectly bending your voice to appear calm. 

“It is about your future, my darling daughter.” He sipped another big gulp and nodded his head approvingly. “You know you are in the age of-” You sighed at the same old introduction to the same old topic, marriage. “Please, don’t roll your eyes. I– we– your mother and I firmly believe that it is your time have a serious relationship.” His voice was way nicer than your mother’s. She would just start complaining about you and it never ended well.

“Namjoon is still single.” You had an answer ready all the time. 

“Well, your brother is a man. He is— I know sweetheart, I know it must feel so unfair as we treat you differently because you are a woman. I think it is bullshit too, but I must care for you regardless.”  When you thought about it objectively, you couldn’t find your parents unreasonable. They were already beyond their peers to support you in your career. 

“But marriage is– scary!” You shrugged eyes stuck on the shining pen holder he had on his desk.

“It is not supposed to be… Also, since when you think Taehyung is scary?” Your father asked you playfully. You choked on your breath at the sound of his name. Your heart started beating crazy, your palms got sweaty immediately. 

“Wh-what do y-you mean- Taehyung?” You asked with your cheeks burning like charcoals. Your father continued with a reminiscent smile on his face. “Oh, you thought we forgot the times you cried to be Taehyung’s bride?” 

You remembered your twelfth birthday when Taehyung decided that he was too cool to play with kids, and you screamed in his face, “You can’t go Kim Taehyung. Our wedding didn’t even start yet.” He had replied with, “No, Y/N. I am not a child anymore; I don’t want to play with your friends.” The denial had made you cry your eyes out to his parents. They had soothed but you continued to cry, tugging at your white dress, “But I-i want to be Taehyung’s bride! No, I want him!” 

You couldn’t reply to your father without turning into a beetroot. Your knees were shaking from where you were sitting. Your ears were buzzing as if strong winds were blowing. “Does he know about this?” You whispered as you covered your face with your hands. 

“Of course, he does. We have talked about a prospect of an actual marriage, but if you don’t want to marry him, that’s something else. You may find another suitable ma–” 

You didn’t let your father finish his words. “Fine.” Your father knew your facade. He knew that you would act uninterested, but the blush on your face was enough of an answer. “You don’t have to rush–” He tried to continue but you shut him up again with a huff. 

“I said fine! Now, please excuse me. I am late to bed.” You left your father's office with your cheeks redder than the sun. He was laughing after you, chuffed with your infatuation with Taehyung.

The air was colder in the corridors. Your shoes clinked on the marble rhythmically as you rushed your wing. You needed alone time to process all of this. Thankfully, it was way after dinner, everyone was in the living room for drinks so you could easily excuse yourself to your wing without anyone noticing it. 

When you entered your small living room, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. You were beyond excited to hear the expected news. 

Taehyung was your childhood love. He was your first and only love, your best friend for years. He was always kind, understanding, generous and fun. Oh, he was so fun to be around. He could always make your day with a simple thing. He was thoughtful. He would always bring you various gifts when he travelled. He would get you jewellery, clothes, shoes, hats… He would get you flowers to plant in your greenhouse at his parent’s mansion. He would help you care for your baby orchids and trees. He used to write you long letters when you were away in a boarding school. He would write everything that happened, his feelings, his plans. You would read them over and over again. He was also very attractive too. He was the most charming person you ever met. He could easily captivate anyone with his contagious laugh and seductive words. 

Just like that, you heard a couple of laughs. You walked towards to window and looked outside to see Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung sharing a cigarette just below the arbour. They were inhaling the cigarette smoke quickly and passing it around like a bunch of teens. Taehyung was standing in the middle; he was facing your family’s mansion. Jimin and Namjoon were on his sides, laughing at something very enthusiastically.

Taehyung must have sensed as his eyes immediately found your room’s window. You flinched back when his eyes grazed your face through the thick glass. There was no way he could see you in your dark room, but still, you held your breath. Taehyung slightly squinted, and then his lips curled. Right after, Namjoon and Jimin left with their wrestling game. Taehyung dismissed them with a nod of his chin. You assumed he would leave too, but he kept staring at your window. 

With a sudden urge of confidence, you turned on your lamp light beside your window. This was where you sat and read before going to bed so your lamp was conveniently close. Taehyung’s brows rose up as you finally quit being so stubborn. 

You pulled your window open, “What are you looking at?” 

Taehyung chuckled, “Looking at my beautiful fiancée!” He shouted back with a grin. Oh, he already knew why your father wanted to talk to you. That was why he held your hand before you left to see your father at his office.

You huffed, stomping your feet on the ground. Even though Taehyung didn’t get to see it fully, he was beyond glad to see you this flustered so his laugh only grew larger until you poked your tongue at him and closed your window with blinds tightly shut. 

Taehyung eyes were locked onto your window, sort of in shock when you poked your tongue. You were still that annoying little girl with two ponytails, and now you were going to be his wife. He rolled his neck slowly. He was feeling amazing. Taehyung loved you for as long as he could remember. You were his play friend since you were babies. You were his best friend while growing up. But things changed when Taehyung hit puberty first. As his body changed to be a man, he realised his feelings were deeper than a friendship. He was in love with you as he yearned to spend time with you every single day. 

Also, he craved you like a mature man as he woke up to soiled underwear with you in his mind. You were a pretty, lovely woman he adored endlessly. Since he was a kid, Taehyung has been referred to as your future husband, but now, he was closer to turning that into a reality.

Taehyung had multiple meetings with your father about your future with him. Your dad was a simple, direct man. He wanted you to marry Taehyung. He was very well aware of your infatuation for each other since you two were teenagers. But he also wanted you to have a perfect marriage without any dishonesty. 

“Look, kid… You know, I like you so listen carefully. Y/N is my only daughter and I want her to have a perfect life. And I know you love her but I need to be sure that you are perfect for her… I need to be sure that you will never put her second and that you don’t and won’t have any lovers. My daughter cannot ever be a second to another woman, nor a mistress. I am giving you some time to get yourself together.” 

Your father’s talk was short, precise and non-negotiable. Taehyung knew if he didn’t live up to those set expectations of a perfect husband, you could easily find hundreds of men to tie the knot. He didn’t remember how many times he wanted to punch someone right in the face because they were dying to meet you, would love to take you out for an opera… So, Taehyung did get himself together.

He was already in business with your father so he was always in the spot which made him work harder and be more sensible. Taehyung knew this wasn’t about money. Only a part of your inheritance was enough to feed a village for years. 

Then, he had cut his ties with many of his friends, which your father considered not good friends, a considerable amount of them consisted of females. 

Taehyung came to thr next meeting with your father with a good profit, a refreshed social circle and a prayer on his lips to have you as his wife. “I am glad you improved, my son. I know you will be good to my daughter… You will understand what this means when you have a daughter of your own.” When your father gave him the green light to proceed further, he sobbed like a young kid right there.  Your father was surprised as he watched Taehyung cry in his chair. Taehyung knew how meticulous your parents were about your life. Taehyung’s parents were the same as his sister. He understood that well and wanted to be his best for you. 

Taehyung saw a shadow move behind your curtains, a few minutes later the shadow disappeared as you turned off your gas lamp. Taehyung lit up another cigarette, this time smoking with joy as he imagined you cuddled up in your big bed with big pillows. Soon enough it would be him that you cuddled. 

—

On a warm and sunny afternoon, a few days after your dad’s talk with you, Taehyung arrived at your family estate, eager to see you. Your families were living very close lives. On gorgeous days like these, they would take turns to make dinner plans and enjoy each other's company. In the past days, you made an incredible effort to avoid Taehyung, your actions often resembled those of a playful child as you gasped every time you saw Taehyung hide.

You felt a mixture of excitement and shyness that made your heart race. It had always happened with Taehyung. You were running and Taehyung was chasing. He would do that with you gladly as long as you landed in his arms. 

 You were usually in your garden before dinner, soaking up the last bit of sun before saying goodbye to it for the day. You enjoyed being with tall trees and flowers despite not liking the accompanies that came with them: the bees and flies. As he strolled through the lush garden, he called your name. "Y/N, where are you? I can't wait to see you!" Taehyung's voice was filled with love and anticipation.

Taehyung's brow furrowed in playful frustration as he continued to search for you. "Y/N, you can't hide from me forever!"

He wandered deeper into the garden, searching for your hiding place, his determination mingled with amusement. He couldn't help but find your shyness endearing.

Finally, his eyes caught a glimpse of the delicate lace from your dress peeking out from behind the roses. He moved closer, his smile widening as he saw you blushing, your face partially concealed by the blossoms.

"Found you," he whispered, his voice warm and loving.

Your shyness only seemed to deepen as he approached. "Taehyung," you said, your voice barely above a murmur. “What are you doing here?” You asked while trying to look busy with gardening, but your attempts were cute. 

"Y/N," Taehyung replied, feigning innocence but with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I was just strolling through this lovely garden and, well, I couldn't resist the temptation to find the most beautiful flower here."

You gasped largely at him, cheeks flushed. "You and your leisurely strolls," you teased, pretending to be engrossed in tending to the roses. “Since when you are a man of the green?”

It was true that gardening wasn’t Taehyung’s liking, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t good at it. He always helped you when you were kids.

He took a step closer, his tone playfully innocent. "Am I not allowed to visit my future wife's garden?"

Your heart fluttered at the words "future wife," but you maintained your facade. "You can't just sneak up on a lady. You're supposed to be a gentleman!”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a sly grin on his face. "Who said I was sneaking? I called your name."

“Well, I happen to not hear it.” You shrugged and continued awkwardly patting a flower. He took another step closer, his gaze unwavering. "You know, I find your attempts to look busy very cute."

“What? I am not pretending!”

Taehyung chuckled at your faux indignation. "Oh, I'm sure you're the most diligent gardener I know with a lace dress right before dinner."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile on your face. "Well, someone has to tend to these flowers."

Taehyung took another step closer, and now he was right beside you. He plucked a stray leaf from a nearby plant and studied it for a moment. "You're right. But you know, I have been trying to spend some time with my lovely flower too."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to sound nonchalant but failing as your heart raced. "Your lovely flower?"

He flashed a mischievous smile, "Yes, my lovely, shy flower who hides in the garden."

You huffed playfully, "Shy? Me? Never."

Taehyung shook his head, his dark hair ruffling in the breeze. "Oh, I beg to differ. I've seen you turn redder than those roses whenever I'm near."

You are offended. "I do not!"

He moved even closer, his gaze warm but teasing. "In fact, you're blushing right now."

Your cheeks grew warm, and you turned away to hide your face, missing the triumphant grin that crossed his. Taehyung laughed, and the sound was like music to your ears.

“I– Taehyung!” You hid your face in your hands before turning to run back to the house.

Taehyung chuckled, following you at a leisurely pace, though the mischievous glint in his eyes didn't fade. "Hey, don't run away now!"

Taehyung could easily catch you but he intentionally walked slowly and stood behind you. Your dress, hair and your shoes weren’t for running at all. You were a pretty doll to be enjoyed by Taehyung’s eyes. 

The dining room was expansive, with high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers that bathed the space in a warm, golden glow. The walls were covered in rich, dark wood panelling, which gave the room a sense of grandeur. Large, ornate paintings hung from the walls.

The table was set with fine china, crystal glassware, and silver cutlery. A clean white tablecloth draped over it, adding to the air of sophistication.  The chairs around the table were upholstered in plush, dark velvet and featured intricate carvings that added to the room's old-world charm. At the head of the table, there were two particularly imposing chairs, one reserved for your father, and the other for Mr. Kim, Taehyung's father.

The room was adorned with other antique furnishings like a grand wooden sideboard on one wall. A beautiful marble fireplace dominated the other wall, with a roaring fire that added a cosy touch.

The large windows, draped in heavy curtains, offered a glimpse of the manicured gardens outside. The entire scene created an atmosphere of timeless elegance, a reminder of the grandeur of the aristocratic society to which both your families belonged.

As you rushed into the dining room through the big glass door, the delicious aroma of dinner greeted you. Your parents were already there, waiting for dinner to be ready. They shared knowing smiles and soft laughter at the sight of you and Taehyung being so playful and clearly in love. They couldn't resist a bit of teasing and playful banter flowed freely. There was a shared delight in seeing the two of you so deeply in love.

Your father raised an eyebrow and said, "Ah, the young lovebirds have graced us with their presence." 

Taehyung's family, the Kims, couldn't resist joining in the fun. Mr. Kim, with a chuckle, said, "Well, it's good to see that you two are as inseparable as ever." Mrs. Kim added, "Young love is a beautiful thing, isn't it?" They were holding hands elegantly. 

This light-hearted teasing made you blush, and you sought refuge by stepping closer to Taehyung. Your cheeks turned a shade of pink as you playfully hid your face behind his shoulder, allowing him to shield you from the teasing.

Taehyung looked behind, seeing you get smaller and smaller. As you playfully hid behind Taehyung from the teasing, he couldn't help but find you utterly endearing. He wanted to wrap his arms around your waist, swirl you around and bury his nose into your neck. His strong, protective instincts kicked in. 

As the light-hearted teasing continued, Taehyung couldn't help but notice how your discomfort was increasing. So, with a playful yet protective smile, he decided to divert the attention away from you.

"Alright, alright," Taehyung said, his voice carrying a touch of playful authority. “Please stop before Y/N turns completely red.” He was so desperate for physical touch. He wanted to coo your cute face and kiss your temple when you looked up at him with thankful eyes. 

Casual chatter filled the room, and Taehyung's protective gesture hadn't gone unnoticed, and you felt grateful for the considerate and caring partner by your side. The blush on your cheeks began to recede, replaced by a feeling of contentment. As the chatter continued and the delightful aroma of the dinner filled the air, your families proceeded to dinner in the grand and sophisticated dining room. The long, intricately carved wooden table was adorned with fine china and sparkling crystal glasses. The soft glow of the chandeliers above cast an enchanting light across the room.

You and Taehyung took your seats next to each other, as etiquette suggested for an engaged couple. Despite not being officially married yet, the two of you were forced to embrace the traditions and formalities even in intimate family dinners.

Throughout the dinner, Taehyung's attention was solely on you. He ensured your glass was never empty, expertly striking up conversations to draw you into discussions. His eyes held a special tenderness whenever he looked at you, filled with a silent promise of a future together. However, as the evening continued, and the sweet scent of the wine lingered in the air, Taehyung's desires grew more physical. He had been drinking to stop himself from gawking at you. His leg brushed against yours under the table, and he couldn't help but steal subtle glances in your direction. His longing for you was evident in the way his gaze lingered and his fingers lightly grazed your hand during the pauses in conversation.

Your skin felt tingly when he touched you, but still very comforting. You found yourself craving for his touch, but you pushed the indecent thoughts from your head. Taehyung couldn’t though. He was almost addicted to daydreaming about you until your voice filled his ears. 

“It is really important for our city as well as it is for our business. The DeVergensky family has a really good relationship with the King.” Mr Kim commented after your father announced their trip to Lyon. 

The DeVergensky family, wealthy and distinguished, had decided to leave Russia amidst the ongoing conflict in their homeland. Their reputation preceded them, prompting the Russian ambassador, Mr. Charles, to request that your father accommodate them during their initial days in France. So, Taehyung and Namjoon had been working on the possibility of a trade agreement since the notice of their arrival. Plus, their daughter was a friend of yours from boarding school.

“How long will they be staying Marseille?” You asked. 

“We aren’t informed yet, but I assume not long since Mrs DeVergensky health.” Your father reasoned. 

“Thank you so much already for accepting to help, Y/N. We appreciate it.” Mr Kim thanked you sweetly and you enthusiastically nodded. 

You were sent to a boarding school in Switzerland as a young girl. Despite your peers, your father wanted you to have a proper education that made you stand out. Your years in the beautiful Alps were long and enlightening. Now, you were fluent in both German and Russian and had a strong understanding of history and philosophy. All of these made you a very good prospect for Mr Charles, who has been trusting you with his foreign visitors. 

This was also an opportunity to prove yourself and contribute significantly to your family's business ventures. Your proficiency in Russian would undoubtedly play a crucial role, in bridging any potential gaps in communication between the visiting family and your own.

“Despite my fullest enthusiasm to be a diligent host, I want to remind you that their wealth coming from the land cannot be trusted.” You concerningly repeated. The air in the room shifted into a tension. Your mother immediately jumped in, “Darling, it is fine. Everything will be alright at the end.” She gingerly smiled. 

You impatiently gulped, “It is not just an acute incidence, mother. Everyone knows that something big is going to happen over there.” You looked at your father and Mr Kim. “We’ll see another revolution in our life-times, father. People like DeVergensky’s have the power of people they exploit. After the storm, they will have nothing. The Bolsh–” Your words were harshly cut by your mother’s. 

“I think it is enough, Y/N.” She tried to be stern, but you could see the discomfort in her eyes. You couldn’t blame her. She was scared. Nonetheless, the way she interrupted you was rude. Your eyes flickered down in defeat. Your shoulders shrugged. Taehyung held your hand in understanding over the table. His pretty eyes closed in acknowledgement.

“You are right, darling. We must not rely on them for long, but we can’t deny their influence on the King’s household.” Your father valued your point of view dearly and often opposed you to have a better understanding of the situation. 

“He isn’t as affluent as his cousin in London. The Brits got ahead with their cha–” Your words got interrupted again.

“But still there is nothing that concerns us.” Your mother forced. 

You were hot-blooded. You loved to debate. You had the best upbringing for it with hours-long classes just to brainstorm. As the heated words were about to fly out from your mouth, you held them in with a hitch. You decided to completely change the topic for the sake of your family’s well-being. 

“Mrs Marie, can I have my dessert early, please?” You asked as the maids were shuffling. 

Taehyung squeezed your hand one more time and got ready to watch you enjoy a bowl of profiteroles. As the maids rushed to fulfil your request, Taehyung's gaze never left you, filled with an unspoken admiration for you. You gave him a grateful smile, silently conveying your appreciation for his support.

While you waited for your dessert, the conversation gradually shifted to more light-hearted matters. Mr. Kim shared stories about the recent expansions in their upcoming stores, and how difficult it was to train the new staff members they had recently hired.

The tension in the air was replaced with the gentle hum of laughter and the clinking of cutlery. The rich aroma of the freshly prepared profiteroles soon filled the plate as the maids presented the dessert to you with a flourish. Each bite was a delightful explosion of flavours, and you couldn't help but express your satisfaction with an occasional hum of delight.

Taehyung watched you with a contented smile, his gaze lingering on your animated expressions as you savoured each bite. As the delicate dessert graced your taste buds, your eyes lit up with delight, and a soft sigh of satisfaction escaped your lips. Taehyung couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer joy radiating from you, his affectionate gaze following the movement of your hand as you reached for another delectable profiterole.

The gentle glow of the dining room's lights cast a warm ambience over the scene, accentuating the play of emotions on your face. With each bite, your expressions shifted from pure bliss to a hint of mischievousness, as if each taste was a secret pleasure shared between you and the dessert.

Taehyung's contented smile only grew as he observed the subtle nuances of your enjoyment. The way your eyes closed momentarily, basking in the sweet flavours, and the delicate movement of your hand bringing the dessert to your lips created an enchanting sight that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. He couldn’t figure out if you were intentional with the way you gave him a little show. He both wanted and didn’t want his little angel to be tainted. Regardless, he found himself so much amused that he took you out for desserts regularly. He knew that it wasn't just the dessert you were savouring; it was life itself. In these moments, he was reminded of the many reasons he had fallen in love with you – your ability to find beauty in the simplest of pleasures, the way you lit up a room with your presence, and how you turned an ordinary evening into a masterpiece of joy.

Dinner ended very soon after the dessert was served. Not many were keen on having something sweet as they would indulge in wine soon anyway. Before your father called it done, Taehyung cleared his throat, gathering his courage to ask for permission, his eyes flickering to your father. "Mr L/N" he began, a touch of nervousness in his tone, "I was wondering if I could steal Y/N away for a walk. The weather is still so lovely, and I thought it would be nice for us to enjoy it together."

Your father regarded Taehyung with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Of course, my boy," he replied, his voice warm. He didn’t need to add anything on as he knew Taehyung would take the best care of you.

Taehyung’s mother chimed in with a laugh, her gaze shifting to his son. "We'll be keeping an eye on you, you know."

You felt your cheeks flush at their playful teasing, but you couldn't help but smile at the familiar banter. With a grateful nod to your parents, you stood up, ready to join Taehyung for the strolls he seemed to love. His outstretched hand met yours, and as you intertwined your fingers, you could feel the excitement bubbling within you. The prospect of a quiet walk with Taehyung, under the soft glow of the moon, seemed like the perfect ending to a delightful evening.

—

As you stepped outside, the cool evening air enveloped you, prompting Taehyung to help you into your fur jacket with a tender gesture. His fingers brushed lightly against your skin, eliciting a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature. You couldn't help but relish the sensation of his warmth surrounding you rather than your rich coat. 

Once you were properly wrapped up, Taehyung linked his arm with yours, and together, you set off on your leisurely walk. He watched your step so closely and held you secure as the terrain was uneven. 

The night was serene, and you both strolled, savouring the peaceful atmosphere. The gardens were bathed in moonlight, and the sound of the gently rustling leaves added to the tranquillity of the moment.

As you and Taehyung wandered through the moonlit garden, you couldn't help but fuss about your long coat concealing your beloved lace dress with open shoulders. You sighed, "Taehyung, I really adore this dress, but this coat hides it completely."

Taehyung, his eyes gleaming like stars, chuckled warmly. "Y/N, as much as I admire your dress, you must also think about keeping warm. It's a chilly night."

You pouted playfully, "But I want to be seen in this dress. It's so lovely."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "But there's no one here to see it. It's just the two of us."

You grinned mischievously; your eyes locked on his. "Then, you look at it!"

Taehyung's eyes softened as he gave you a gentle scoff. "Well, in that case, let's give your beautiful dress the attention it deserves."

He held your one hand up and twirled you around yourself. Your lace dress with delicate open shoulders exuded an ethereal charm under the soft moonlight. The intricate lacework adorned the fabric, creating an elegant and graceful appearance that perfectly accentuated your natural beauty. The way the dress clung to your form, highlighting your curves in all the right places, left Taehyung mesmerized. “A beautiful princess.” He breathlessly said. 

“Right? I love this dress so much. It is so beautiful.” You patted your waist.

“It is you that is beautiful, darling.” Taehyung pulled you closer, his eyes locked onto yours. You always shied away whenever he got close, lowering your face.

“Well, you were the one who picked this colour and lace for me.” You bit down your lips. 

“Did I?” Taehyung was surprised. There was no possibility to count the gifts he gave you. “That’s why it is my favourite.” You added. 

“My darling…” Taehyung sighed and tipped his chin slightly up, “The moon bathes you in its soft radiance as if you were a celestial being yourself," Taehyung murmured, his voice tender and filled with awe. "Even the flowers in this garden pale in comparison to your grace and beauty. You are truly a vision, my love." 

Your cheeks grew in his hands in an adorable pout, but you didn’t look away. “Taehyung…” You whispered.

He gently traced the delicate lace detailing on your dress, his touch feather-light and respectful. "This dress does justice to your elegance, but it's your heart that truly shines. It's a treasure I'm blessed to cherish every day."

You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks at his heartfelt words. "You always have a way with words," you mused, trying to mask the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Only when it comes to you, my dear. You inspire the poet in me." His gaze never wavered, and the sincerity in his eyes made your heart flutter even more.

“Oh, Taehyung.” You were properly charmed and shied away now. “Thank you so much, dar–” You stopped yourself last minute from calling him darling. You didn’t know why it rolled out this easily. 

Taehyung's eyes glimmered with affection as he glanced at you, his gaze warm and understanding. "You almost called me something there," he teased gently, a playful glint in his eye.

Your cheeks flushed with an invisible hue, the sudden realization of what almost slipped from your lips causing you to feel flustered. "I...I mean to," you stammered, your words faltering. "It just...came out."

"It's okay, Y/N," Taehyung reassured, his smile widening. "We don’t have a rush. I just want you to feel safe and loved, darling." He squeezed your hand gently, his touch a comforting reassurance that filled you with warmth.

You gasped at how sensually he said the pet name. 

“You are the only place I feel safe, Taehyung.” You said eyes closed, letting your head rest on Taehyung’s shoulder as he walked your body for you. 

Taehyung's heart swelled with affection as you nestled closer to him, his protective instincts kicking in. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. You can count on me for anything, my love." His voice was tender, conveying a depth of emotion that made your heart flutter.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your eyes locking with his in a moment of quiet intimacy. "I trust you, Taehyung," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the evening air. "Please promise me you'll always be honest with me, no matter what."

Taehyung nodded, his expression earnest. "I promise, Y/N. I'll never keep anything from you. You mean the world to me, and I want you to always feel that way."

Your heart swelled with gratitude, feeling the depth of his devotion wash over you. "I do… You make me feel like I own the world.” 

This time it was Taehyung's turn to blush. Thankfully, it was dark so you didn’t realise it. “Well, soon I will…” You cheekily smiled as your hands pressed on his chest, barely feeling his heartbeat. He was closer now, his breath ghosting your cheek as your chest heaved with the sweet proximity. 

The corners of Taehyung's lips quirked up in a playful grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Do you think your parents were peeking through the window to catch us in the act?" he teased, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wouldn't be surprised if they were, just to make sure we're upholding the family's traditions."

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, the humour of the situation easing any lingering tension. "I wouldn't put it past them," you chuckled softly, the sound light and carefree. "But I think they trust us enough to know we'll abide by the rules, even when they're not looking."

Taehyung's hand found yours, intertwining his fingers with yours in a gentle, affectionate grip. "I think you're right," he murmured, his gaze soft as it met yours. "But if they were watching, they’d see if you would let me steal a kiss from you.” 

With his words, you shuddered with anticipation. The fact that you didn’t have your first kiss made Taehyung so hungry for you in a way that he could explode. 

“What makes you think I will let you steal a kiss?” You were ever full of banter. Before Taehyung could oppose with something witty, he felt your cold fingers grasp his face. Then, you planted a soft kiss was on the corner of his mouth, where his dimples lay. 

Taehyung felt the ground slip under his feet. It was as if time stood still, the world fading into the background as the sensation of your affection enveloped him completely. His mind raced, trying to process the surge of emotions that swirled within him. He was utterly captivated by the softness of your touch, the lingering warmth that remained on his skin, and the delicate yet powerful message that your gesture conveyed. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still for him.

A surge of excitement coursed through his veins, electrifying every inch of his body. He could feel his heart racing, its steady rhythm disrupted by the sudden rush of adrenaline that pulsed through him. Every nerve in his being seemed to jolt with an overwhelming sense of joy.

The intensity of the moment was etched into his memory, leaving an indelible mark that he knew would linger for a long time. 

After the trick you pulled on him, you had the audacity to giggle right in his face. It was so pleasant to see him affected by your moves. “Do you want to sit on the garden swing?” You asked. 

Taehyung was still speechless. Before Taehyung could find his words, he nodded dreamingly. "I would love that," he managed to say, a hint of wonder still lingering in his voice. As you made your way to the garden swing, he followed you, trying to regain his composure. 

The swing was located on the left side of your gardens, where no one would come to visit so it made an excellent spot for you to hide. Joseph, footmen of your household, built that for you. When Taehyung sat down next to you slowly, the wooden hinge squeaked. There wasn’t enough room for two of you so you sat next to each other body to body.

“Are you cold?” He asked, concern lacing his voice when you pulled your coat tighter around you and got closer to him.

“Just a little,” You admitted with a faint puff of fog that came out of your mouth. 

Taehyung immediately tried to take off his jacket. “No, no, Taehyung it’s fine!” You tried to stop him. “You will be cold as well.” Thankfully, the swing was too small for him to move. 

“Of course not, Y/N. Have my jacket.” There was no question in his mind. 

“Just– Just sit closer and I’ll be fine.” You wrapped your hands around his arms timidly. Taehyung huffed, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "Is this better?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, grateful for his warmth. "Much better, thank you," you murmured, leaning into his embrace. As he gently swung the two of you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of security and comfort that only he could provide.

"Y/N," Taehyung began, his voice soft and appreciative, "I wanted to tell you how smart I think you are. Your insights during dinner were truly remarkable. You have such a quick mind, and it's one of the many things I love about you." He was annoyed that your mother disregarded your attempts to make an argument.

Your lips curled down, and a shrug followed. “I try my best.” 

Taehyung shook his head no, his warm breath visible in the crisp night air. "You do more than try, Y/N. You excel. You bring a unique perspective to every conversation, and I find that incredibly attractive."

“Oh, Taehyung.” You were properly charmed and shied away now. “Thank you so much.” You hid your face in his shirt. You couldn't help but appreciate how good he smelled. Taehyung's cologne mixed with his natural scent was a heady combination. Interestingly, the cigarettes he seemed to be eating were gone.

He continued to swing the chair gently, kind of scared that it would break. “So, you know one of the DeVergensky’s?” He asked.

"Yes, their daughter, Nina was in my dorm," you said absentmindedly, your voice almost dreamy as your thoughts lingered on Taehyung's comforting warmth. His strong, protective aura enveloped you, making you feel secure and cherished. A flicker of ambiguity flashed across Taehyung's gaze as he probed further, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity and concern.

"Were you good friends?" he inquired, his tone gentle yet intent, as if he was trying to unravel a mystery.

You shrugged, the frown on your face deepening as you reminisced. "Not really," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of regret.

"Why not?" Taehyung's curiosity seemed to be piqued, and his protective instincts were on full alert.

"Well, she wasn't the kind of girl I would hang out with," you explained, trying to downplay the significance of your past acquaintance.

"Was she mean to you or did she cause trouble? If yes, it’s gonna be tough to have them around," Taehyung remarked, a note of possessiveness creeping into his words, his protective nature surfacing.

You pulled your face from his chest, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. A mischievous giggle bubbled up as you prepared to share the intriguing details. "No, she was fine and, well, she didn’t play pranks on people, but you see... She was very interested in boys. Always had an interesting story to tell.” You giggled. It was so much fun to sit around with the girls and gossip about boys.

Your words seemed to strike a chord with Taehyung, his brows furrowing slightly as he processed the information. A shadow of concern flashed across his features, mingling with a hint of possessiveness.

"So, she was quite popular with the boys, huh?" Taehyung's voice sounded slightly strained, and his grip around you tightened imperceptibly.

You nodded, a playful grin playing on your lips as you recounted the wild stories that circulated in the dorm. "Oh, you wouldn't believe the number of boys she managed to charm," you remarked. You clearly remembered once she went canoeing with a boy and got fallen into the lake. Poor girl came to the dorms with soaked clothes but still didn’t snitch you on the headmaster for helping her skip classes.

A flicker of insecurity flashed in Taehyung's gaze, and his jaw clenched ever so slightly. “How were there any boys in an all-girls boarding school?” 

You giggled, “I wasn’t in a monastery! We could go anywhere we wished on weekends. And well, on weekdays if you were good at jumping.”

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of irritation tugging at his features. "I suppose you girls were quite the little escape artists," His jaw clenched slightly, a subtle sign of his discomfort. "And you? Did you ever... I mean, did you have a lot of attention from boys?" His attempt at nonchalance couldn’t hide the protective edge of his words.

You detached from his side and let your head hang on the chair, eyes looking up to the sky. You would watch the sky a lot in boarding school too, always had one of your friends to chat with.

You playfully nudged him, enjoying the way his gaze lingered on you. "I had my moments," you replied. Taehyung gritted his teeth. His mind went absolutely haywire with all the possibilities… Oh, he was getting angry now. He could imagine how those boys would do everything to charm you. 

You couldn't help but tease Taehyung a little further, not fully realizing the storm of jealousy brewing within him. "No one significant that I can remember." you said, flashing him a sly smile.

He took a deep breath in, hand holding yours to reassure himself you were here with him. He struggled to maintain his composure. "Did any of them... kiss you? Have you... had your first kiss?" he asked, his voice strained.

You paused for a moment, weighing his reaction. “Well…” Taehyung couldn’t play anymore. "Y/N," he began, his voice low and intense. "Have you ever been kissed?" The vulnerability in his eyes pulled at your heartstrings. 

You met his gaze, observing the mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. “No…” You clearly answered him. 

Relief flooded Taehyung's features, the tension in his shoulders visibly melting away. His eyes, once clouded with doubt and jealousy, now sparkled with gratitude and reassurance. The creases that had formed on his forehead softened, and his lips curved into a gentle smile.

You could almost feel the weight lifted off his chest as he exhaled, the air carrying his pent-up anxiety and worry with it.

You found his relaxed face almost annoying. “Did you have your first kiss, Taehyung?” You asked bitingly. 

Taehyung's mouth hung slightly ajar as he processed your biting question. The momentary relaxation in his expression shattered, replaced by a sense of discomfort and regret. His mind raced, grappling with the memory of his past interactions as he was quite experienced in the same milestones. 

You annoyingly giggled, your voice had zero joy with the same jealousy that poisoned Taehyung. 

The silence between you grew thick, the air charged with unspoken words and unresolved tension. It was as if your question had opened a door to a place neither of you was fully prepared to explore. In the midst of this emotional turmoil, you both were faced with the raw reality of your individual pasts and the consequences they held.

After a lengthy pause, Taehyung finally spoke, his voice laced with vulnerability. “Y/N," he said, his eyes seeking yours with sincerity. The past is... well, the past. What's important is the present and our future together."

Your gaze met his, and while a trace of lingering hurt remained in your eyes, there was also a glimmer of understanding. You sighed, relenting to the power of your emotions. "You're right.” You nodded understandingly. 

Taehyung could almost read your mind as your mind got lost in possibilities. He was sad that he upset you. “There is only you now. I only see you, darling…” He turned his whole body to you, still holding your hand like a lifeline. You looked down to his hand grasping yours up to his face. 

“You better.” You warned him, the playful warning in your voice laced with a hint of vulnerability and annoyance. 

“Y/N…” Taehyung called your name in a serious tone. He engulfed your cold hands in his large ones and brought them to his lips. “Please look at me…” He whispered; his warm lips caressing your knuckles. You looked at Taehyung’s face. He was so handsome. His warm, honeyed eyes held an ocean of emotions, each glance capturing your attention and igniting a fire within you. The gentle curve of his lips seemed to beckon you closer, inviting you into a world of comfort and safety. His strong, defined jawline exuded confidence, complementing the softness of his gaze and lending an air of mystery to his already magnetic aura.

Every time you saw Taehyung, your heart would race, and a feeling of pure, innocent love would wash over you. He was the embodiment of your childhood dreams, the prince from your favourite fairy tales, and the protector who would always be there to keep you safe. 

Taehyung opened his mouth to search for words that seemed to pour out his heart so gently and smoothly. This time he fell short on sophisticated words and spoke his one and only truth. “I love you so much.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at Taehyung's heartfelt confession. It was a simple declaration, devoid of any elaborate language, but its sincerity and depth resonated with you. You closed your eyes to not let your tears fall down. You didn’t realise you were on the brink of crying. “Darling?” When he worriedly cupped your face, your cry grew even larger. 

You took deep breaths to calm yourself to answer him. With a shaky voice, you replied, “I love you too, Taehyung, more than I can express."

His intense gaze held yours, and in that profound moment, his own tears spilt over. You watched as they trailed down his cheeks, a poignant reflection of the depth of his feelings. His tender touch cradled your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that escaped your own eyes. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, a gesture of solace and unwavering devotion. In that shared vulnerability, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, a silent pledge of devotion. You find your way into his embrace and place your head on his chest. Your face pressed onto his neck as pressed you to himself. “I promise I will be so good to you, my love. I will continue to worship you. 

The night continued to envelop you both in its embrace, the bond between you strengthened by the unspoken words. You held each other until both of you stopped crying and the night grew colder. It was time to take you back inside. 

Taehyung helped you get up and walked you back to the house. When the two of you entered the house, your family's laugh was filling the estate. As you and Taehyung entered the warmth of the house, the familiar sound of laughter, the hearty, rich laughter of your families, enveloped you like a comforting embrace. It was a sound that bespoke joy and shared bonds, a sound that resonated with the harmony of relationships cherished over time. You glanced at Taehyung, his eyes still glistening with traces of the tears that had fallen moments before. In that gaze, you found an unspoken understanding, a silent vow to protect the love that had blossomed between you.

Your families, upon seeing the two of you, erupted into gentle teasing and knowing smiles, their eyes filled with the warmth of affection. Your mother, with an endearing twinkle in her eye, ushered you both toward the crackling fireplace. She insisted that you both sit and warm yourselves, ensuring that you were well cared for in the tender glow of the fire. 

As you settled into the comfort of the ottoman with Taehyung sitting right beside you. His arm was wrapped around your waist to provide you backrest while engaged in conversation with your father. The sight of him engaging with your family, the ease with which he blended into the dynamic, only served to deepen your love for him.

Taehyung’s mother called out, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Have you two been having a good cry out there?"

Taehyung’s father joined in, a playful glint in his eye. "Ah, the young ones must be experiencing the emotional rollercoaster of young love. Did you shed a tear, Taehyung?"

You exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Taehyung, a silent understanding passing between you. "Cry? Us?" you retorted, feigning innocence. "Of course not! We were just enjoying the beauty of the night, weren't we, Taehyung?"

"Absolutely," Taehyung agreed, his voice laced with a chuckle. "No tears, just the beauty of the night sky."

Your parents and Taehyung's parents shared knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with amusement as they exchanged playful remarks.

Taehyung's mother chimed in, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "It seems like our children are already practising the art of melodrama." 

Taehyung laughed a rich and hearty sound that echoed through the room. "We're just enjoying the fresh air, I assure you. No drama here, not yet at least." 

Your mother chuckled, playfully shaking her head. "Well, you both look like you've been crying." 

You couldn't help but join in the laughter, feeling the warmth of the familial banter surrounding you. "It’s just same old Taehyung… always making me cry.” Your voice came out hoarse due to crying previously. Taehyung chuckled next to you as he rubbed the small of your back gently. 

“So, we assume two of you made up your minds?” Mr Kim asked you gently. He saw you his second daughter, acting more carefully than your own parents.

Taehyung looked at you for the answer. He had decided years ago. 

You looked at him and down to your hands. You took a deep breath, then met Mr. Kim's eyes with a sense of conviction. "We've talked about it, Mr. Kim. And yes, we have made up our minds." Your words were met with a chorus of smiles and nods from both sets of parents, and you felt a wave of support and understanding wash over you. Taehyung squeezed your back, his heart fluttering like a baby bird. 

“Ah, Y/N!” Taehyung’s mother rushed to your side and pulled you into a hug. “You were always a part of our family. Now, you will be my daughter too!” Her excitement brought back the tears to you.  

When she let you go, your mischievous side decided to play again. You look at your parents. “But I have one condition.” 

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, their expressions shifting from curiosity to mild concern as they tried to anticipate your condition. Taehyung's grip tightened around your hand, his gaze fixed on you, a mix of anxiety and excitement flickering in his eyes.

You cleared your throat dramatically, as if about to make a life-altering announcement. "I want Taehyung to propose to me." you declared.

A collective gasp of relief and laughter filled the room. Taehyung's heart, which had momentarily felt like it was about to burst from his chest, now seemed to flutter with both relief and amusement.

Your families chatted amongst themselves at your silliness as Taehyung turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, really? That's your condition?"

You nodded with a teasing smile. "It is. I want a romantic, down-on-one-knee proposal, with all the clichés – a ring, flowers, and a heartfelt speech."

Taehyung feigned surprise, his hand on his chest. "Well, if that's what it takes to have you as my wife, I guess I have no choice."

The families watched with affectionate smiles, happy for the love that had grown between you.

His mother clapped her hands excitedly. "Well, let's not waste any more time, shall we? I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of planning to do!"

Oh, you did have a lot of planning to do. Starting from the next morning too. 

—

The next morning, even before your father’s wake-up time, your mother came knocking on your door. Last night you couldn’t stay awake until the Kims left and fell asleep on the ottoman near the fireplace. Taehyung was amused by how sleepy you got and sat on the floor and watched you sleep while the conversation grew into past midnight. Even though he was eager to carry you to your bed, your mother complained while she tugged you upstairs like a doll. After that you couldn’t fall asleep, swam between dreams and consciousness, your body clearly yearning for Taehyung’s comfort. As a result, when your mother came to wake you up, you were upset, to say the least. Apparently, Julia, your families’ dressmaker was coming today and you had to be at Kim’s this morning. 

You hate to be disturbed while sleeping. It reminded you of your school days but got dressed without complaining. Your maids were extra glad that you were sleepy and didn’t make a fuss about how you looked. You weren’t dressed in an intricate dress as you were going to be changing in and out of clothes all day. However, the thin and flowy dress wasn’t made for a crispy morning. Even though the carriage was closed on all sides, you were shaking from the wind. 

“I didn’t know Julia was coming today. When did Mrs Kim booked it?” You asked your mother as you pulled your cloak securely over your head to avoid cold weather outside. 

“We’ve been out of our minds because of you and Taehyung’s engagement! But don't worry dear, we will order dresses for the ceremonies we will attend with our guests. But maybe you want to look at a few wedding dress models, what do you think?” Your mother squealed like a young girl, face plastered with a large smile. 

You nodded and let the carriage swaddle you like a baby and lull you into a nap. Unfortunately or fortunately, Kim's mansion wasn’t that far away, and once again you were brutally woken. You somehow carried yourself into the front door, thankfully your driver stopped the carriage right beside the door. 

Kim's household wasn’t fully awake as the fireplace wasn’t even lit yet. As you stood with a pout on your lips, contemplating whether to go to the kitchen to warm up, Mrs Kim greeted you still in her nightwear. “Y/N! Good morning!” She welcomed you in a hug. 

“I am sorry for waking you up this early, but Julia will be here very early and we have so much to do!” Their enthusiasm was to be taken as an example. You looked at her through your sleepy eyes, wondering if she would let you go for now. 

And she did.

“Why don’t you go and wake Taehyung up? Or you can watch him sleep just like he did for the whole night.” She patted your arms, remembering his dear son’s affection for you. 

Suddenly, you were wide awake. 

As you moved through the lavish Kim mansion, the ornate walls adorned with intricate paintings and gilded mirrors, the sense of opulence surrounded you. The soft carpet beneath your feet absorbed the sound of your hurried steps, and the subtle scent of fresh flowers from the nearby vases filled the air.

Reaching Taehyung's chambers, you stood before the ornate door, its intricate carvings a testament to the family's refined taste. The richly decorated walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and historical paintings, the vibrant colours catching your eye as you made your way towards Taehyung's wing. The faint scent of polished wood and the delicate fragrance of flowers in vases added to the luxurious ambience, creating an atmosphere of refined elegance. You knocked gently, and there was a rustling sound from within. The door opened slightly, and Taehyung peered out, expecting to see one of the footmen. 

His eyes widened in surprise and delight as he saw you, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless. The morning light filtering through the window highlighted the strong contours of his puffy face, his tousled hair lending him a slightly disheveled yet utterly attractive appearance. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat as you took in his tall, commanding figure, dressed in a finely tailored suit that emphasized his powerful build.

"Y/N?" he exclaimed, momentarily taken aback by your unexpected visit. "What a wonderful surprise!" The hint of excitement in his voice was unmistakable as he ushered you inside, his warm gaze never leaving your face.

You groaned out when he invited you into his warm wing. The fireplace was burning with full power, most probably fire was started an hour ago. “I was freezing…” You mumbled and let Taehyung guide you into his couch. 

“Oh, my darling…” He cooed your face. “It is so chilly in the mornings, right? You should have woken me up. I would have been here to warm you up."

You leaned into his touch, relishing the way his presence brought immediate comfort. “We just came.” You mumbled into his cream shirt. 

“What is the reason, my darling?” He asked as you melted in his chest even though it seemed like your back was straining from hugging him.

“Hmm… The dressmaker will come today.” Why wasn’t your bed this comfortable?

Taehyung leaned back on the couch, letting you get comfortable on his chest. When you found your perfect spot like a cat, his hand caressed your face. “Are you feeling better now, my little ice cube?” He teased you.

You snuggled deeper into him, enjoying the warmth that emanated from both the crackling fireplace and Taehyung's proximity. “Much better now, thank you,” you quipped, a playful twinkle in your voice. "Maybe I should just move in here permanently.”

Taehyung hissed at the offer. His head dropped back as he let out a groan. He would fucking want that so much. You in his room, in his bed… to have you in his naked arms… oh, to have his way with you. Your body was already so soft to his touch, that he could feel your shape to his hold. Mornings were a bad time for you to be around him. He had just stopped dreaming about you, and now you were in his arms in reality. 

“But I don’t think I can ever let you go if I stay here.” You lifted your face in his hands and looked up to him. Taehyung gently kissed your forehead. “I am here as long as you want.” 

His kiss made wonders to you. It seemed like your grumpiness was eradicated with his lips on your forehead. 

That’s when you decided to bless him with another kiss. You puckered your lips and planted a soft kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. “Good morning, darling.” You rasped. 

Taehyung's breath hitched at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and unmistakable adoration. His lips parted slightly as he drank in the sight of you, the soft morning light casting a gentle glow on your face. The husky rasp of your voice only added to the allure, sending a shiver down his spine. Despite his infatuation, he needed to leave your embrace before you felt his secret hiding inside his pants. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to let you go. “Good morning.” His voice was raspier, waking up the feelings within you that no man was allowed to. 

“Will you be picking pretty dresses for me, love?” Taehyung needed to get you out of his mind. 

You nodded with quite a mumble. You held Taehyung’s hand on your face. You rubbed your face onto him like a cat and planted a kiss on his palm. When your fingers delicately wrapped around his, Taehyung was so scared that he was dreaming. 

“I can maybe pick a few things for my bridal gown too…” You sheepishly smiled at the possibilities. “Also, for the affairs with our guests…” Taehyung was almost sure you were fully asleep. “Maybe I can pick something pretty to go out with you…” You sniffed and stopped murmuring.

Taehyung took a mental note to leave a fat cheque to his mother for your expenses. You were to be his wedded wife, his everything, so he needed to provide for you starting from now. 

“That’s sounds amazing, darling. Make sure you don’t get too tired, okay?” He gently scolded you. You nodded. 

Taehyung hissed at your obedient nature. He really needed you to stop pushing his buttons. 

“Why don’t you get into my bed, sweetie? I need to leave now, but I’ll come early.” With gentle guidance, Taehyung led you to his bedroom, the atmosphere exuding a comforting warmth that embraced you as you crossed the threshold. The room was bathed in a soft morning glow, and his cologne lingered in the air, creating an intimate ambience that wrapped around you like a familiar embrace. He helped you remove your cloak, the heavy fabric was the only thing to keep your fragile body warm. “Sit down, sweetie.” He whispered and sat you down on his bed. He didn’t remember if it was in accordance with etiquette to have you like this, and he didn’t give a fuck. When you sat down, he helped you out of your shoes and  Taehyung smoothed the covers around you, ensuring you were snug and cosy. His bed, adorned with a plush comforter and a pile of fluffy pillows, looked especially inviting with smell still lingering on the pillow. 

You hummed and buried your face into his pillow, legs rubbing against the smooth bedsheets. 

Taehyung stood in the doorway; his gaze fixed on your serene form. He didn’t trust himself to stand closer as he was yearning for your soft touch already. 

A rush of tenderness and protectiveness enveloped him, stirring an instinctual urge to safeguard you from any harm that might dare to disrupt your peaceful slumber.

Taehyung smoothed his clothes, and put on his jacket. He straightened his tie and walked to his desk. His chequebook was in the drawer. He put a large number on the paper and put it in his pocket.

He left his wing with a prayer to have every day of his life like this morning. Your mother and his were downstairs in the small drawing room. Housekeepers were preparing the large room for the dressmaker. 

“Good morning ladies.” Taehyung’s voice was full of confidence. 

He announced his presence to your mother and his. They were sitting down with tea in their hands.  

“I see, you couldn’t let your lover go easily. Your father has already left.” Mrs Kim smiled at his son. 

Taehyung nodded. He didn’t care what happened as long as he spent time with you. 

"It’s fine. Y/N is still resting in my room. I request you'd let her sleep a bit more," Taehyung explained, a soft smile gracing his lips as he spoke of you. "I don't want her to be disturbed."

Mrs. Kim's eyes softened with understanding, her gaze conveying an unspoken warmth and affection for you. "Of course, Taehyung. I won't disturb her. She's like my own daughter, you know that," she replied, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. 

Taehyung nodded, touched by his mother's words. He then reached into his pocket and withdrew the cheque, he slid down the table towards his mother.

"This is for Y/N," he explained. "Please make sure she gets everything she likes. I know you and Dad will cover, but I want her to have the freedom to choose whatever she wants." As he spoke, a sense of determination and protectiveness emanated from him, accentuating the weight of his words. 

Your mother and Mrs Kim shared a knowing look. They were amused at how protective and caring Taehyung got. 

"Of course, Taehyung. I'll make sure she has everything she needs," she reassured him, her voice laced with warmth and affection.

“I will come early.” With a final nod and a small smile, Taehyung turned to head out, his mind not in full ease, wondering if you were cold, if you were hungry. 

—

Despite his promise, Taehyung’s work seemed to stretch over the lunch. Normally, he would leave his office whenever he pleased, but he was going to be a man of a household; therefore, he needed to be more patient. 

He placed his arms on his desk, over the files lying on his deck and closed his eyes. You appeared in his head. The images in his head sometimes were memories of the past, sometimes visions of the future but they all had you in their centre. 

Taehyung's mind drifted away from the documents on his desk, and soon, his office became a canvas for his daydreams. Vivid images of you sleeping peacefully in his bed flooded his thoughts. He imagined the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the soft curls of your hair splayed across the pillows, and the delicate curve of your lips, set in a serene expression. 

As he continued to lose himself in the trance, Taehyung envisioned himself lying next to you in the bed, arms wrapped around your soft, warm body. Your limbs entangled into his, your breath on his neck. He imagined kissing your forehead like the little princess you are. You were his pretty baby. Then, he would kiss all over your pretty face to wake you up. He almost heard your little laugh. 

Taehyung wouldn’t stop kissing your face.  Oh, he wouldn’t… He would beg you to steal kisses on your neck. He knew if he kissed your neck once, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

He would whisper in your ear, “Baby…” You’d let him continue obediently. Then, he would kiss down your throat, and bite your collar bones. He’d lick your delicious skin and suck little bruises to show everyone. By then you’d be wide awake. “Does that feel good, baby?” He’d ask.

Your whimper would be so soft, “Taehyung… It–” 

He wouldn’t let you stop your sentence and suck your nipple into his mouth. Your knobby nipple would feel delicious in his mouth. He’d kiss your breasts for minutes on end as your thighs rubbed to his knee. Your cries would fill his ear, “Tae.. What are you doing to me?” Taehyung is going to be the first and only man to satisfy your needy desires so he’ll explain to you everything your body craves. 

“I am making love to you, sweet girl.” He’d inform despite your dirty mind that imaged this repeatedly. Your hands would tug at his hair and you would bless him with a moan. “Taetae…” Your cries would be loud and he’d have to busy your mouth. 

He would whisper, “Dirty girl… Why are you moaning? You like your fiancée doing unholy things to you, hmm?” Then, he’d bite your bottom lip but your cries would only grow louder. 

Then, the only thing that would suffice would be Taehyung’s fingers in your mouth. “Open up, cry baby.” You’d follow his request like an obedient slut you are. Taehyung would only place one finger in your warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck… Such a warm mouth… Suck on it, baby. Keep your mouth shut, my pretty girl.” You’d nod.

Taehyung’d add, “And let me play with this little pussy. Can I touch you there, baby?” Taehyung knows you are a virgin so he’d ease you into it.

“Y-yes, p-please.” You’d whimper like a fragile bird.

“Oh, such a polite lady.” But he’d treat you the opposite of a lady. First, he would feel you over your garments, “Fucking drenched! You’re very excited right, baby? Hmm? I am too.” 

After a few kisses to soothe you, he’d start stirring little circles over your clit. As the cute bundle would be deprived of any stimulation, even the smallest touch would turn you crazy. 

“Tae…” You’d moan around his drenched finger.

“Hush!” He’d continue with a quicker tempo, scared of getting caught. “Do you want to climax, darling?” He’d mockingly ask you as your eyes largen. “Do you know what that means?” 

When you pliantly nod, he’d punish you for knowing what it is. “Oh, you do? I thought my sweet girl was innocent… I guess you can show me how it is done, right?”

With enough stimulation on your poor clit, you would experience your first real high in front of Taehyung’s eyes. He’d watch you as your face crumbled into pleasure and bite his finger off.  

The sound of the door opening snapped him back to reality, and Taehyung's cheeks flushed as he hastily straightened in his chair. “Well, well, well.” Jimin rushed into his office, catching Taehyung slacking. 

Jimin's excited voice filled the room, drawing attention to the news of the forthcoming wedding. 

“I was gone for two weeks, and I came back to have my best friends engaged to each other.” Jimin shook his head cutely as he sat down in front of the desk.

Taehyung chuckled as he sat back, “We aren’t technically engaged yet.” He pressed his lips together. “Miss Y/N wants me to propose her first.” 

Jimin's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "Oh, the mademoiselle got her demands already, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked at Taehyung’s infatuated face. “She already has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” 

Taehyung laughed with a soft and carefree sound that echoed through the room. "You have no idea," he admitted, his eyes sparkling with affection. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd do anything to see that smile on her face."

“You were always like this, nothing new.” Jimin said. he teased, a reminiscent glint in his eyes. "Remember that time at the park when you made my tooth fall out because I scared Y/N with a frog I caught?”

Taehyung's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, how could I forget? You had it coming by scaring her like that." He laughed, the memory vivid in his mind. 

"Y/N was so scared, she wouldn't even talk to me for a week after that." Jimin chuckled along, remembering the incident vividly. "You were always looking out for her, even back then." Jimin's eyes softened with the shared memory.

Taehyung smiled, filled with nostalgia and gratitude. "Well, Y/N is very special to me, and I'll always try to keep her safe and happy."

Jimin nodded. "You two are meant for each other." His eyes welled for his best mate. He was so glad that the two of you figured it out despite your stubbornness. "Well, you better not keep her waiting for that ring. You wouldn't want to start off on the wrong foot with the future Mrs Kim, would you?"

Taehyung took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I am thinking of a way to propose her. I want to do it when she least expects it."

“Well, you are Mr Poet for a reason. I am sure we will figure something out.” Jimin teased as he offered Taehyung a cigarette. 

Taehyung shook his head no, “Y/N doesn’t like the smell of cigs.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Changed my mind, Mr Devoted!” 

Old friends laughed together and chatted about Jimin’s travels. Taehyung envied his best friend’s endless trips and wished to make them with you in future. 

—

Meanwhile, at Kim's estate, you had been trying on different fabrics for what seemed like hours. The bustle of activity never seemed to subside with excited gasps and humming of the dressmaker’s sewing machine crafting lining and moulds of the dresses you envisioned. 

Julia always had her charm and creativity with her. Even after being widowed, she was able to support herself as no man could with her captivating skills. She had known you since you came from Switzerland and she was quick to pick up on your style and taste. After a 10-minute chat, she placed sketches of her visions in front of you.

You put your teacup down, “They look wonderful…” 

The first dress they contemplated was a true masterpiece. A floor-length ball gown in a deep and rich burgundy shade, it seemed to embody sophistication and grace. The bodice was a masterpiece of lace, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed like they were inspired by the garden's most delicate roses. The lace flowed down to the full, voluminous skirt. 

The second dress you examined was equally enchanting, though more charmingly and playfully. It was a tea-length gown in a soft pastel blue. Delicate embroidery and intricate beadwork adorned the neckline and sleeves.

Then was the most special dress, the one you wished to wear to your engagement party. You want it to be simple and elegant. You want Taehyung to look at you and fall in love with you again and again, desperately want you as his wife. The coloured, off-the-shoulder satin dress with the soft, lustrous fabric draped delicately over your frame, subtly highlighting your natural curves. You could imagine Taehyung’s eyes fluttering as his manly hands gently caressed your skin. His hands were usually shy, not wanting to scare you away, but his eyes were always hungry, eating your clothes away. You want to make him loose control of his hands and hold you forever.

After making a few changes, you were stripped to your undergarments whilst Julia expertly took measurements and diligently sewed the initial drafts of your clothes. 

Taehyung's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all leading back to you, as he left work early, unable to focus on anything but the thought of your company. The horse-drawn carriage took him swiftly back home.

As Taehyung's carriage neared the Kim estate, the magnificent stone walls came into view, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun. The ivy-covered facade of the mansion lent a timeless, almost ethereal beauty to the entire scene.

The sound of horses' hooves on the cobblestones echoed through the trees that lined the estate's long driveway, creating a rhythmic melody that seemed to serenade Taehyung on his journey home. The crisp, country air bore hints of blooming flowers and freshly mown grass, adding to the sense of serenity.

He couldn't help but gaze out of the carriage window, the anticipation of seeing you making his heart race. As the carriage rolled closer to the grand entrance, the intricately designed wrought iron gates came into full view. 

He couldn't help but daydream about the life he envisioned building with you in this very estate. The thought of having children, watching them grow and play in these very gardens he spent his childhood in. The laughter of his own kids echoing through the estate was a scene he couldn't wait to witness.

And beyond that, he imagined you both growing old together in this tranquil sanctuary. Walking hand in hand in the evening, sharing stories of your adventurous youth, and cherishing the quiet moments. The years passed together, creating a tapestry of shared memories.

The carriage came to a gentle stop, the footman leaping down to assist Taehyung out. Stepping onto the cobblestones, Taehyung paused to appreciate the meticulously manicured gardens and the estate's stately exterior. The transition from the bustling city to the tranquil beauty of the Kim estate was always a sensory delight.

As he entered the estate, the air felt different, charged with excitement and a sense of bustling activity. He heard the faint chatter of voices and the rustle of fabrics. Making his way through the elegant hallways, he followed the sound to the sitting room, where the usual calm ambience was replaced by vivacious energy.

His heart quickened as he caught sight of you, surrounded by your mother and Mrs Kim, standing on the platform with only a skimpy gown on that did so little to cover your skin. You were wearing something close to nightwear, something that you would wear to bed and for his eyes only. With your bare legs, the sheer fabric did almost nothing to cover your skin. Gladly, the fireplace was well-lit to keep you warm. And yet, you were standing in front of the living room like a doll. Julia was bent towards your side stitching a draft for the bust. 

He felt his throat dry. Taehyung was sure he wasn’t allowed to see you like this yet.  He stood by the door, taking a moment to simply observe you before anyone noticed. Adjusting his cufflinks, smoothing down his waistcoat and most importantly his trousers, he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the joyous chaos that awaited him.

He coughed, “Am I allowed, ladies?”

Taehyung's sudden appearance startled the ladies, and a faint blush crept onto your cheeks as you quickly tried to adjust your gown, which earned you a notice from Julia.

Your mother kissed him welcome. “Of course, what a question!” His mother was too busy talking to one of the apprentices, describing something urgently whilst holding a gorgeous blue satin.

“Taehyung!” You welcomed with him the brightest smile. He noticed your body wanting to jump towards him.

“You're always allowed, Mr Kim,” Julia said before giving her all attention to you. “So, you don’t want it to end here, Miss Y/N?” 

“Exactly. I don’t like it when the back ends there. It gives me a weird hump.” You explained you turned your back to your viewers to show Julia what you were talking about. 

The piece of fabric you were wearing was a very basic draft of a bust so it could be folded and reshaped. Julia watched you through the mirror. She nodded. 

“I say we go either all the way up–” You pulled the extra fabric to your shoulders. “–or just backless.” 

Julia nodded, her expression thoughtful as she observed the garment. "I completely understand your concern, Miss Y/N. A backless design can be very elegant, especially for someone of your age. It just looks so beautiful.” She sighed before placing the needles to adjust the draft. 

Taehyung further concentrated on you and your bare back. Your muscles were strained as Julia worked very close to your skin. Taehyung gritted his teeth; he was scared of needles hurting you.

“I think Mr Kim might fire me if I accidentally prick you, Miss Y/N.” Julia joked. 

Taehyung gave her half a chuckle, “I am afraid I might.” Taehyung’s serious tone was hilarious to you. Julia has been your family’s dressmaker for over five years and she has never pricked you before. 

Taehyung carefully observed the way the dressmaker draped the fabric, her fingers working with such precision that every stitch seemed to be an extension of her artistry. Taehyung's admiration for the craft was only surpassed by the adoration he felt for the woman at the centre of it all – you, his beloved.

Despite the temptation to gaze at you without restraint, he remained resolute in keeping his demeanour composed. He knew he mustn't give in to his desire to drink in your ethereal beauty, not with so many eyes upon the two of you. Instead, he opted to immerse himself in the vibrant energy of the room, cherishing the moments that would soon become cherished memories of a love that knew no bounds.

After the rough shape of the draft was done, the bust was taken off your body. You quickly wrapped yourself in a more modest dressing gown to cover more skin. Julia retreated to the sewing machine as Taehyung’s mother approached you. 

“Y/N.” She called your name while holding a deep sapphire fabric. “I want to get this dress for you as a gift for the gala. I think the colour will suit you so perfectly, my darling daughter. This could be one of yours something blue! You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it, okay? I am– I am just so happy that you blessed our family.”

You genuinely could see her happy. Her eyes have been teary since you pulled yourself out from Taehyung’s bed fully rested, and accepting her offers to allow her to spoil you. You knew she was already extra emotional since her daughter, Taehyung’s sister, was away in a boarding school, so she had really missed having mother-daughter time. 

Taehyung's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of contentment as he observed you and his mother exchanging heartfelt words. He cherished these moments, seeing the woman he loved wholeheartedly embraced by the family that meant everything to him. The deep connection between you and his mother reaffirmed his belief that you truly belonged in his life and in the Kim family estate.

He marvelled at the way you expressed your gratitude and warmth, reciprocating his mother's affection with such genuine appreciation. It was a sight that reinforced his belief that you were the missing piece in their family puzzle, the one who brought a different kind of joy and completeness to their lives.

"Mother, enough now," Taehyung chuckled as Mrs. Kim embraced you tightly, her eyes glistening with tears. His playful jealousy extended even to his own mother, it seemed. You joined Taehyung's laughter as he gently pulled you away from his mother's loving embrace.

"Stop making fun of your old woman! You don't understand how much this means to me," she sniffed, her voice wavering with emotion.

Taehyung intercepted your attempt to hug her again by your arm, his expression shifting to a more serious tone that you couldn't quite decipher. "Taehyung?" you queried, looking at his firm hold on you.

"You both are lucky to have each other," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I am so happy.” She added.

Your mother came to soothe her friend, Taehyung released his touch. “My friend, we have a long time to enjoy their happiness. It is your turn now.”

As Mrs. Kim's maid entered the living room, Taehyung knew it was time to leave. You made a quick decision to accompany him. "Taehyung?" you called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Can I have some of your time?" Your voice was tinged with a hint of shyness.

Taehyung turned to face you, his expression softening. "Of course, my darling. I came early to see you."

"Okay, that's awesome," you stammered, feeling slightly flustered. "Just give me some time to change my clothes." You hurried to keep up with his stride.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze gentle and understanding. "I'll change as well. I'll be waiting for you in the library near the guest rooms."

You bit your lip nervously, hesitating before adding, "My clothes are actually in your room. The maids were cleaning the main guest room, and your mother allowed me to use your room." With very frequent trips to each other’s home, the main guest room was always reserved as your room at Kim’s estate. As your position in the family changed, Mrs Kim allowed you to have Taehyung’s room. In addition, Julia brought the previous month’s order so Taehyung’s chamber was big enough to hold them.

Taehyung's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is that so?" he replied, a sly smile forming on his lips. "Well, I guess we have to be roommates.” He giggled as he noticed your uneven breath as you walked to match his speed. He slowed down immediately. “Feel free to use anything you need; my room is yours. You know that." As the two of you ambled towards his room. 

Taehyung's steps were deliberately slow now. "Were you able to sleep, my darling?" His voice carried a tender concern, highlighting the depth of his care.

You felt a surge of warmth at his attention, the way he noticed every detail about you. Nervously, you bit your lip, you craved his simplest touch since this morning. You touched his elbow, begging him silently to understand what you were going to do. His intense gaze locked onto you, his expression a mixture of curiosity and tenderness. Your heart skipped a beat, and in a moment of desperate need, you reached for him, intertwining your arm with his, the connection soothing your nerves.

"Oh, darling…" Taehyung's voice was laced with amusement and affection. He lifted your hand, gently pressing his lips to the back of it in a tender kiss. Then, secure your arm in his. You answered him with a pleasant hum. Even the littlest change made your mind calm down with the desire to touch him

A shy smile graced your lips as you gazed up at him. "Yes, I slept amazingly." You whispered softly, finally answering his question. “In fact, I don’t think I slept this good in a while. Your bed was so comfortable.” 

“That’s amazing, my love. I am glad you liked where you will be sleeping in future.” he teased, his voice a smooth murmur that set your heart alight. His thumb continued to trace gentle circles on the back of your hand, a subtle yet intimate connection that sent delightful shivers down your spine.

He was being extra flirtatious because he knew you were easy to shy away and it amused him dearly. Even though your lips didn’t say it, he could see your body yearned for him.

Taehyung’s chamber was slightly rearranged to fit your new clothes as the maids scurried about, meticulously arranging your belongings on Taehyung's tasteful furniture, ensuring that your clothes remained impeccably neat. The room seemed to come alive with your presence despite the mess, and Taehyung's delight was evident as he watched his personal space intertwine with your essence. Even his belongings liked you. 

“Oh lord…” You whined. “I am sorry, Taehyung. I thought they were going to pack them for me.” Taehyung let your arm go as you covered your face. 

“That’s totally fine, my darling. Everything I own is yours. You can make every change your heart desires.” You peeked through your fingers, catching the affectionate glimmer in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his unwavering support and generosity. His genuine words resonated deeply within you. 

The head of the maids spoke. “Miss Y/N, will you be changing now?” 

You nodded. “I will be, please stay to help me.” 

She bowed and closed the door, waiting for your sign. 

"Take your time, my love. I will wait for you outside," Taehyung gently encouraged, his warm breath grazing your skin as he leaned in to press a tender kiss on your forehead. Soft and affectionate, his touch conveyed a silent reassurance that filled you with warmth.

He pulled back slightly, his voice barely audible as he murmured, "I will take you out later, pretty girl." You looked up to him with excited eyes and lips curved into a smile. His gaze held yours for a lingering moment as you nodded. With a last, lingering glance, he turned and left his room to leave you to get ready.

—

You quickly got in one of your new dresses. You chose a dusty pink tea dress with cream-coloured heels. Taehyung didn’t take too long to change from his work suit to a casual one while you brushed your hair and powdered your face. 

As promised, he was ready to take you out after his sudden disappearance for 15 minutes. He showed his gentlemanly attitude when he asked your mother for permission to take you out despite knowing he would be granted. 

And yet, Mrs Kim cautioned the two of you not to get too close since the engagement hadn't been formally announced yet. Taehyung responded respectfully, assuring her, "I don't think it will be a problem, Mother. But do not worry, I would never do anything to damage Y/N's honor." With a bow to both mothers, he then took your hand. 

"Are you ready, my dear?" he asked, guiding you toward the waiting carriage. You allowed him to lead you, relishing the sensation of his strong, yet tender grip. As he helped you up into the carriage, you playfully teased, "Why would you lie to your mother, Taehyung?"

He recognised the teasing in your voice and waited for you to finish. “Do you think you will be able to keep your hands off of me?” You looked at his one arm curling behind you and resting on your waist while the other hand enveloped your hand.

 Taehyung bit his lip off as you tugged at his perfectly ironed cream shirt. “Who says I am taking you to a public place?” He teased. 

As the carriage sped up, he comfortably melted into the seat, sweetly pressing you between his body and the leather walls. He held your hand and explained. “Newly courting couples should spend their time together in intimate settings to get to know each other. Public appearances are avoided until the engagement is agreed and partners spend most of their time with each other’s family.” 

You rolled your eyes at him as he explained the etiquette to you.

“So…” Taehyung brought his lips to your ear. “As much as I would love to flaunt you, my pretty doll, we will be alone together…” His breath ghosted your skin.

You shivered next to him as your fingers dug into his. “Where are you taking me?” You asked. 

Taehyung pressed his lips together into a straight line and shook his head. “A surprise.” He quipped. 

"Taehyung, please tell me where we are going," you pleaded, tugging at his arm. Taehyung's lips curved into a secretive smile as he resisted your pleas, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a surprise, my love. You'll know soon enough," he teased, savouring the anticipation.

You pouted, trying to feign annoyance but failing to hide your growing eagerness. "You know I don't like surprises," you protested, pretending to cross your arms in playful defiance. "Come on, give me a little hint at least?" Taehyung's eyes gleamed with mirth at your adorable antics. "If I tell you now, it won't be a surprise anymore," he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smirk. "But I promise you'll love it."

You groaned in mock frustration, knowing very well that Taehyung enjoyed teasing you. "You're so mean," you huffed, although the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Taehyung's warm laughter filled the carriage, a delightful sound that soothed your impatience. "You'll thank me later, I promise," he assured you, squeezing your hand gently. "Just trust me." With his words, you couldn't help but settle back against the plush seats, your heart dancing with excitement for the mysterious surprise he had in store.

“Okay, I trust you.” It baffled Taehyung when you stopped being stubborn, shrugged and let your head rest on his shoulder. 

He hummed softly, his voice a gentle rumble as he pressed a tender kiss to the crown of your head. With your head resting on his shoulder, he couldn't help but marvel at how much smaller you seemed in comparison to his frame. It made him feel protective and responsible for your well-being.

“Have you thought about when to have our wedding ceremony, Taehyung?” You asked dreamily. “It is the only topic your mothers talked about since yesterday.”

He laid his cheek on top of your head, “I’ve been thinking about the day I’ll marry you for a long time, my love.” He replied softly as you giggled.

“But I want to know what you think, seriously.” You moved your head, causing him to gently squeeze you. You looked up at his eyes.

"Perhaps next summer would be perfect. I want to have every kind of blooming flower to witness the day I take you as my beloved lady…” He said ever so sweetly.

As you rested your chin on his shoulder, a playful pout graced your features. "So, nine months later?"

He nodded, a serene smile gracing his lips. "That's correct."

You pouted slightly, and Taehyung couldn't help but be charmed by your impatience. "Nine months seems too far away," you sighed.

Taehyung laughed amused. “I thought I was the eager one to get married?”

You shrugged again; you weren’t the one who was good with words. You looked at his pretty side profile. He was a masterpiece, sculpted with elegant lines and subtle contours that made your heart skip a beat. His strong jawline, chiselled and defined, tapered down to a perfectly shaped chin. He was not only strikingly handsome but possessed a kindness and warmth that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. 

Taehyung was taken aback by your touch, admiring so dreamily. Like he knew, you weren’t good with words so you touched him.

“You think I am not eager to marry you?” You said, voice adorned with a tint of sadness.

Taehyung opened his mouth, weighing his words before he uttered them. Before he could, you spoke. "You are my childhood love, Taehyung. You are the one who made my heart race so fervently that it felt as though it might burst from my chest. I loved you since I can remember. You were always my supporter, play friend, confidant…"

“Darling…” A gentle sigh escaped Taehyung's lips as he absorbed your words, realizing the depth of emotion that lay behind them. You knew that he was going to coo you but you needed to get everything off your chest.

"I never want you to doubt my eagerness, Taehyung," You added sincerely, your voice soft and reassuring. "I've loved you ever since, and my desire to be with you is never to be question… even though I am not good at showing you."

He looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of fondness and enthusiasm. You could see that he needed to hear this. 

"We can get married tomorrow if you want," he suggested in a raspy voice, his eyes gleaming with sincerity. 

You couldn't help but giggle at the notion. "Well, technically, we did decide to get married yesterday. It would only be fair to act quickly and make it official," you teased back. 

Taehyung chuckled, playing along with the jest. "But are we ready to face our mothers' wrath if we did that?" he inquired with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

You widened your eyes playfully. "Oh, never! They've already chosen the colour of the napkins for the dinner after the ceremony at the church. Oh, and the wine we'll be serving too," you listed off with a grin.

 “I know that our mothers are eager, but I want you to know that you are the only person in charge to make decisions, okay? If you are shy to oppose them, just tell me and I will deal with it.” The way he granted you all the options and choices this delicately made you feel very special. He was just an incredible man.

You leaned towards his touch. “Okay, I will wait until summer.” Taehyung could figure that out since you hate winter. You let him kiss your cheek once again and gave him a beautiful melody of your laugh. “My princess…” He whispered against your skin, your smell tickled his nose.

As he thought your conversation came to an end, you spoke, this time without looking at his eyes as you laid your head on his chest. 

“What about the children? Do you want to have children with me?” You asked. 

Taehyung's heartbeat quickened at the question, a surge of warmth enveloping him. “Of course, my love. I only want healthy and chubby babies from you, no matter how many.” His low voice vibrated his chest as you listened to him. “The important question is if you want, my darling.”  Taehyung's fingers traced delicate patterns on your back, a soothing rhythm that mirrored the gentle sway of the carriage. 

You nodded, a serene smile playing on your lips. "I want to start having babies when I am 25 years old," you began, thumbing your fingertips onto his tummy. "The first baby at 25, preferably a boy, the second baby girl at 27, then the third one at 28. And maybe another one before I turn 30." You listed your plans.

Taehyung chest hummed under your ear with a very low chuckle, “I have a plan to keep up with, huh?” You wouldn’t even begin to imagine how ready he was to give you kids. Hell yes, he was ready to fill you up with his seed, make you bloat with it, make you whine about the mess he created, and make you cry with overstimulation. 

His mind drifted to the process of making him a father. Suddenly, the carriage was too hot for him. Your warm body snuggled to him was too much. 

Again, he needed to find another topic to busy his mind. “Honestly, we will be fine with two sets of adoring grandparents.” He couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at his lips, “Ah, yes, they will be spoiling our little ones rotten.” 

You joined him with a giggle as he kissed your head again. “My precious girl.” He whispered, making you shiver. 

You remained lying on his chest with his arms around you, his fingers caressing your waist gently as the carriage manoeuvred on the roads. You could see the change of scenery from a calm view of Kim’s estate to the bustling city and again to the countryside. 

“When will be there Taehyung?” You pouted. Your face was adorned with the traces of the button of his shirt. Taehyung chuckled as he pressed onto your soft skin. 

"We should be arriving shortly, my love," Taehyung replied, his voice a tender caress. You excitedly picked yourself off his chest and looked outside from the window. The carriage began to slow down, the rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves growing softer as they neared their destination. 

"Are you excited to see where I'm taking you?" he asked, a playful lilt in his tone. His hand moved to intertwine with yours, his fingers lacing through yours as if he couldn't bear to let go.

“Yes, I am so glad that we will spend time together…Doesn’t matter where we are. But Taehyung… I am so hungry!” You blurted out excitedly, holding your stomach to emphasise. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He kissed your hands that he was holding. “I will feed you good.” 

You laughed, “Will you hunt for food or what?” You pointed to the endless grassland that you were looking at.

Taehyung bit down his lips, “If I have to, yes! All those hunting parties aren’t for nothing.” 

You rolled your eyes as Taehyung let his body hang outside and spoke to the driver. Soon the carriage came to a halt. 

—

As Taehyung led you out of the carriage, the sight that greeted you was nothing short of breathtaking. A sprawling meadow, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, spread out before you. The air was filled with the gentle fragrance of wildflowers, and a light breeze rustled the tall grasses, creating a soothing, almost ethereal atmosphere.

You couldn't help but admire the beauty of the scene. "Taehyung, it's stunning here," you said, taking in the breathtaking surroundings.

When your feet hit the ground, he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your figure. Your insides fluttered when you felt his rigid body fully. 

You took a deep breath and dropped your head to his chest, feeling a sense of serenity wash over you. "It's beautiful," you breathed, a sense of awe lacing your words. "But why did you bring me here?" You turned your face to him with a question.

Taehyung's smile widened as he squeezed your waist gently. "I thought we could have a little picnic here, just the two of us. A chance for us to enjoy each other's company in the midst of nature's embrace," he explained, his eyes never leaving yours.

Horses shuffled as the driver asked, “Will you be starting now, Mr Kim?” 

Taehyung unwrapped his arms, “Yes, we will. Please leave the baskets and you may leave to pick us up a few hours later.”

The driver approached the back of the carriage and retrieved the two well-stocked baskets, their woven exteriors brimming with an assortment of tantalizing aromas. He effortlessly balanced both containers and laid them at your feet, offering a courteous nod before retreating to his seat. With a light flick of the reins, the carriage rumbled back to life, wheels turning as it gradually disappeared into the distance.

You watched the carriage fade into the horizon, feeling a swell of contentment as you turned your attention to the treasure treat that Taehyung had prepared. You smiled at him. “Let us pick a tree and settle under its shadow.” He announced.

You smiled largely and tried to reach for one of the baskets. "Please, my love, let me handle this," Taehyung insisted with a warm smile, gently intercepting your attempt to take one of the baskets. He deftly manoeuvred them, balancing them with apparent ease. “I am your man, sweet girl. I’ve got everything under control.” 

You chuckled at his playful stubbornness, watching as he expertly balanced the basket and the blanket, his confident stride never faltering. "But Taehyung," you protested, "I can at least help carry something. It's not fair for you to do it all on your own."

He simply shook his head, his gaze warm and determined. "It's my pleasure to take care of you. You just pick a tree for us, my lady. I've got this handled."

You let Taehyung into the meadow, walking a few steps ahead. “I don’t want to sit too close to the water. Frogs are awfully loud.” As you pondered over which tree to choose, your gaze flitted from one to another, considering their characteristics and positions within the meadow. Taehyung watched you with a tender expression, his eyes following your every movement with unwavering adoration.

“Okay, okay, I will pick here!” You pointed to the large willow tree.

As Taehyung pulled the picnic blanket, you rushed to help him. “Darling, I said no.” He sternly warned you. “You are my wonderful princess, and you will do nothing but enjoy this gorgeous outing.”

You still held the side of the blanket as he laid it out for you. “Now, you sit beside the tree. Darling, do you want me to take your shoes off? Would that be comfortable for you?” He asked.

You nodded. “I will take–” Taehyung didn’t let you finish again and knelt before you, his nimble fingers delicately undoing the straps of your shoes. He handled each buckle with care. With gentle precision, he slipped the shoes off your feet, placing them carefully aside. “My princess never does things while her man is around.” He reminded you again. You bite your bottom lips and smile at him shyly, thanking him for the hundredth time. 

As you settled against the tree trunk, feeling the rough texture of the bark against your back, Taehyung slipped off his jacket, a gesture of warmth and protection. He gently draped it around your shoulders, ensuring that you were shielded from any pricking. "There," he murmured softly, his voice tender and soothing. "Is that more comfortable?"

You couldn't help but lean into the soft fabric of his jacket, feeling the comforting scent of his cologne enveloping you. The warmth of his presence cocooned you, his attentive nature making you feel cherished and cared for.  “I would have worn something else if I knew we were going to have a picnic.”

Taehyung shook his head no, “You look gorgeous, my darling. Don’t worry.”

The meadow's beauty was amplified as Taehyung began to unpack the picnic baskets, revealing an array of tantalizing dishes. The soft rustling of leaves above, the occasional songbird's melody, and the gentle warmth of the sun created a romantic ambience.

Taehyung's strong, lean form knelt gracefully beside the picnic spread, casting a handsome shadow under the midday sun. His fingers worked deftly as he removed each item from the baskets. The sunlight danced in his hair, highlighting the copper tones in his dark locks. You felt yourself drool over his figure; your body felt tingly with pleasure by just looking at him.

He unveiled a bottle of sparkling champagne and two crystal flutes from the icebox, and gently wiped the extra water off of them. "Of course, some bubbly to celebrate our time together."

Then, he revealed assortments of finger sandwiches with different fillings, including cucumber and cream cheese, egg with mayo, and chicken salad. "I thought we'd have a variety," he explained. "But I know you have your favourites."

Next, he set out a selection of cheeses and fruits. "I will prepare you a gorgeous charcuterie board, sweet girl.” 

Then, he looked at your eyes with a short pause. “You were asking me why I was gone just before we left, right?”

You nodded as he dug inside the icebox. "Look at what we have here," Taehyung said with a playful glint in his eye, his voice infused with excitement, as he carefully lifted a metal tray brimming with freshly baked eclairs. "I was so afraid that the chocolate would melt, but it seems the icebox did its magic." 

“Taehyung! Those are my absolute favourites! Oh, I didn’t even know they were baking them,” you exclaimed, your eyes gleaming with anticipation. You were already leaning in, eager to savour their irresistible flavour.

He arranged the delectable pastries on a delicately designed wooden board, each one exuding a rich, inviting aroma. As you gasped in delight, he couldn't help but smile at your exuberance.

Taehyung, after arranging the eclairs, playfully licked the remaining chocolate from his fingers. You looked at him with a pout, your eyes fixed on the lingering sweetness.

“Do you want to taste?” Taehyung's voice was laced with amusement as he offered his chocolate-coated fingers to you. Without a moment's hesitation, you closed your eyes and wrapped your mouth around his proffered fingers, savouring the rich, decadent taste of the chocolate that lingered on his skin.

Taehyung realised his mistake as your warm mouth wrapped around his finger. He felt dizzy as in a second his body pumped all of his blood to his dick. He let his moan gurgle out as a low growl. The way your tongue caressed his fingers sent shivers down his spine. He marvelled at the softness of your lips, the gentle pressure with which you held his fingers by his wrist. 

For a brief moment, his mind wandered to realms of this current moment’s possibility. You would take his invitation to delve into the uncharted territory of the sweet dance of love if he asked. But he had to be careful and gentle with you. You were too precious to be used mindlessly, just because he felt like it. 

“Taste amazing…” You complimented with a glint in your eyes, you seemed very well aware of your actions.

“Y/N…” He whispered your name as the breeze hit his wet fingers. He had the urge to suck your spit off his finger but was currently frozen in his stance.

“Should we start our picnic? I am starving.” You pouted him innocently as Taehyung sat down. 

Taehyung replied, his voice came out raspy. You settled into your comfortable spot, the vibrant colours of the meadow surrounding you, adding to the magic of the moment. Meanwhile, Taehyung started to prepare the charcuterie board for you. He always had a perfect artistic eye, so he created a beautiful assortment. 

As he worked silently– mostly to calm his raging body– you picked up the finger sandwich. The egg and mayo ones were your all-time favourites as the platter mostly consisted of them. You couldn't resist the urge and with a playful glint in your eye, you extended the half-eaten sandwich toward him.

"Care for a bite?" you teased, your eyes dancing with playful affection. Taehyung rolled his eyes but accepted it with a smile, his lips brushing against your fingertips as he savoured the taste. 

“Hmm, why is it sweet!” He said with a faux surprise. 

You looked at him confused and ate the small piece left in your hand. “You made it sweeter by touching it with your sweet lips!” He retorted, his gaze soft and affectionate. It was his turn to overwhelm you despite he couldn’t play dirty like you.

You pouted your lips adorably as you fell into his trap and continued the savour the scene. As Taehyung picked up the champagne bottle. “We should start with a toast, right?” 

He weighed the bottle in his hands and read its label to you. “The finest champagne for my lover, dear Y/N.” his thumb traced over the intricate label. "Brought all the way from the vineyards in Reims, France. It's a vintage 1889.” The strong and lean muscles of his arms flexed ever so subtly as he deftly twisted the bottle. Your gaze lingered on the strong lines of his long fingers and the way he moved with practised ease.

"Is there anything you can't do elegantly?" you quipped, a note of admiration colouring your voice. Taehyung glanced down at you, a playful glint in his eyes. He let you savour the sight of him for a moment. Then, he coaxed the cork to release with a satisfying pop. You squealed, genuinely scared.

Taehyung laughed at you airly. You playfully swatted him on the arm, teasing him for scaring you. His laughter was infectious, filling the meadow with its warmth. "You just scared a family of squirrels Y/N!” he teased you further whilst pouring the champagne into the delicate crystal flutes. The liquid bubbled and frothed, its golden hue catching the last rays of the sun.

“I shall make a toast for you, my dear.” He announced as he held his glass up, his voice was warm and rich as he spoke, and his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering devotion. "To the most wonderful woman a man could ask for," he began, his voice carrying the weight of his sincerity. "I am beyond grateful for every moment we share, and I promise to spend the rest of my days making you as happy as you make me."

You felt a rush of emotion swell within you, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man sitting before you. Before he could gesture you to drink, you raised your glass too. "To the man who has stolen my heart and continues to fill my life with joy and mischief," you said, your gaze unwavering. "I promise to stand by your side, to support you, and to love you unconditionally, for all the days of our lives."

With that, you raised your glass and clinked it against his, but throats dry with overwhelming emotion. “To your health.” He said and drank the entire glass in one go. You chuckled and joined him with a sip. 

—

After the two of you devoured most of the sandwiches, you were worried that your time with your lover was about to end. So, you angelically called his name, “Taehyung…” He looked at you with curious eyes. “Cuddle me.” You pushed the plates and opened your arms towards him. 

Taehyung gave you a lopsided grin as he crawled towards your lap. “Put your head on my lap, darling. I will feed you.” You murmured as he took his place on you. Normally he would oppose to this position, but he has been supporting a raging boner since you licked his fingers despite gulping down four glasses of champagne. Even though you could see the very obvious tent on his crotch, he didn’t want you to feel what you had done to him. 

He laid between your legs, over the length of your pink skirt. he laid his head on to your soft thigh while letting his hand rest on the opposite one. He hummed sweetly when you brought your hand to his hair.  “Let me take care of you too, baby.” You whispered; his lips curved into a soft smile.

He had never been this close to you despite all the cuddling he received. He was, now, very close to your intimate spots. Your perky chest was a few inches from his face, slightly obstructing his view of your face with their plumpness.

Your tummy was soft against his head, he was filled with intention to bury himself into your flesh, bite your soft skin. “Open up, Taetae.” Instead of your delicious taste, you gave him a grape. Taehyung gladly accepted it as he nestled into your lap. He was ridiculously tall, his feet were outside of the blanket. It felt like a giant was on top of you as his smallest move shook your body. 

“I can already hear my mother’s nagging about where I took you, what we did, what we talked.” Taehyung sighed as he smiled. 

You continued to caress his hair with a giggle. “She is so excited. She is planning our wedding like it’s the biggest event of the century.” 

He shook his head onto the soft meat of your thigh, “That doesn't surprise me. My mother loves grand affairs, and she is beyond delighted that you are my bride. And Jimin, too. He visited me at my office today, and he was so delighted for us. We haven't seen him that thrilled in a while."

“He might be happy because of the free booze.” You loved your alcoholic friend regardless. 

Taehyung's expression softened, and he looked thoughtful. "Speaking of friends, Eunjin…” You gave Taehyung an airy laugh when he mentioned his sister with this much scare. 

“She's going to lose her mind when she hears the news of us getting married. Ahh! I can’t even imagine the squeals. Let us uninvite her, darling." Taehyung squeezed his eyes, but he didn’t mean the annoyance. 

Fond memories of your childhood friend and Taehyung's sister flooded back. "Taehyung! You know we can’t do that. I already want her as my maid of honour…I really miss her. It’s boring to go tea parties without her."

Taehyung chuckled, "I am sure she will make sure everyone behaves well.” He reminisced about his little sister and her control issues.

You shared a warm smile, appreciating the shared memories you both had with your families and friends. 

"I think Namjoon won’t be surprised." You mused, thinking about your sweet and clumsy brother who was currently outside of town, attending a hunting party.

“He already knows,” Taehyung replied, his tone nonchalant.

"What do you mean he knows?" you inquired, a furrow forming on your brow.

Taehyung shifted, his expression becoming more serious. “Well, I have been preparing for this for a while now,” he explained, his gaze intense.

Confusion clouded your features. “Preparing for what, Taehyung?” you pressed, wanting to understand.

“Princess…” he hissed, a possessive glint in his eye. “Your father spoke to me about our future together before the summer started. So, I have been readying myself to be one of the prospects.”

“Before summer? It is more than three months ago?” As you absorbed his words, you felt a mixture of surprise and a thrill of possessiveness at his declaration. He nodded, “You have many bachelor candidates waiting for you, pretty girl.” Taehyung leaned in, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your thigh as he listed some of the eligible bachelors from various corners of the world with disgust in his low voice. "There's Carl Harrington, the textile magnate from Madrid. Then, Louis Beau, a barrister in London. Then there's Edmund Sinclair, heir to the prominent shipping company in Scotland, a man of stature in the maritime world."

As he recited the names, a tinge of possessiveness crept into his voice, showing his unease with the idea of you being courted by them. With those words, Taehyung lifted himself up from where he had been lying on your thighs, his head now resting against your heart, his nose tickling your skin. The alcohol in his body didn’t help him to make the right choices. Every etiquette, every rule disappeared from his mind as you pulled him in with your sweet smell. 

“Well, I can’t lie, I had some points in my block, but I had to be the best one for you, darling.” he murmured, his jaw set with determination.

“What made you think I would want them? You have my heart, Taehyung. I don’t think you need any other qualifications,” you stated firmly, your gaze meeting his with unwavering affection.

 “That’s great, my sweet girl, because you belong to me now. No other man…” His voice was a soft murmur, his breath caressing your skin as he claimed you. 

He rubbed his nose against your collarbones. his lips left a trail of soft, lingering kisses along your collarbones, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “I want you to know, my love, that I won't allow anyone else to have what's rightfully mine," he declared firmly. “I will give you everything as your husband, okay?” 

You obediently nodded; head only filled with his presence. 

The fervour in his declaration was palpable, and you found yourself surrendering to the intensity of his love and devotion. 

“Taehyung…” You hummed his name just like in his dreams. Taehyung noticed the slight confusion in his voice as he kissed your skin one last time. 

“My love…” He mimicked your voice as he supported his whole body with his one arm. He was equally captivated. “Y/N… Can I kiss you?” He begged you silently, his nose brushing your cheek.

“Y-you know I haven’t ha-d my f-first–” You blabber. 

“I know, baby. I know… Do you want me to be your first?” Taehyung didn’t have the intention to be this desperate, but you made him so weak.

“What if I am bad?” You closed your eyes as his nose continued to rub your cheek. 

“Never, my darling. But if you don’t want to….” He licked his lips and took a deep breath to have enough of your captivating smell.

“I- I want to…” You murmured. 

“Oh, baby...” Taehyung whimpered. 

Taehyung's heart pounded as your request hung in the air, his desire for you only intensifying. His gaze never wavered from your face, drinking in the beauty and vulnerability that you displayed in this moment.

The world around you seemed to fade into oblivion, and all that remained was the two of you, drawn together by an irresistible force. Taehyung's hand, trembling ever so slightly, cupped your cheek, his thumb tenderly tracing your lips. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, a silent request for permission.

Your heart raced, and a thousand thoughts flooded your mind. What if you weren't good at this? What if you disappointed him?

Gathering your courage, you nodded slightly, granting him the permission he sought. With a soft sigh, Taehyung closed the remaining distance, and his lips met yours in a sweet, unhurried kiss. It was a promise, a beginning, a declaration of love. His kiss was gentle yet ardent, his breath mingling with yours.

When Taehyung's soft lips met yours, it was like a delicate brush of silk upon your skin. The sensation was an exquisite blend of warmth and tenderness. His lips felt like a gentle whisper against your mouth.

The kiss, rather a prolonged peck, carried a need to express the depth of his emotions, yet it was imbued with patience as if he were willing to wait an eternity for you. His lips were slightly moist, shaking but still sure of what they desired.

“This was your first kiss, right?” He asked, his tears were about to fall from his cheeks.

You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded. 

Taehyung pressed his lips to yours again as you froze in your place. “This was your second… I am your first and second.” 

“Taehyung…” You whimpered. 

Taehyung looked up to your eyes with fear, what if you regretted this already?

But your lips were curled into a content smile as you sucked on your bottom lip. “Hmm?” Taehyung couldn’t speak. 

Your eyes were closed but your smile got bigger. “You like that?” He gathered the courage to ask you. You nodded. “You gave me my first kiss…” Your voice was so quiet, scarred of ants and bees hearing you.

Taehyung’s arm grew weak, and he placed his back into your neck, lying on his side. “I did…” He whispered.

“Oh my Lord! Taehyung!” Your voice filled your lungs cheerfully. “You gave me my first kiss!”

Taehyung was a weak man. He was on a tide of emotions.

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He was either poisonously possessive and jealous which made him bitter, or he was head over heels with ever-growing love. After sharing two quick pecks, his heart couldn’t slow down despite the relaxing encouragement from you. You weren’t different, you wore a delusional smile on your face and giggle with the remainant taste of him. 

After having the kiss, he laid back on your thigh, taking deep breaths to savour the moment. As he laid on, his driver returned, marking the time as 4 p.m. It was time to return home. Taehyung packed the stuff up hurriedly, he shoved most of the stuff back into the baskets. But Taehyung helped you get the carriage with utter gentleness and held your hand during the ride back home. 

On the ride, Taehyung's gaze occasionally shifted toward you, his eyes conveying a mixture of tenderness and protectiveness that had become all too familiar. The ride back felt shorter than the journey there, perhaps because of the warmth that enveloped you both at the newfound intimacy.

You stole glances at him too, admiring the subtle lines of his profile, the way the fading sunlight played upon his features, casting a golden halo around his countenance. The tender memories of your first kiss lingered, the sweetness of the moment still etched in the recesses of your mind.

Your entrance back to Kim’s estate was wordless too, your bodies thriving in the spell of love together. Taehyung’s henchman greeted you at the door with a big smile. As you entered the house, Taehyung took your jacket off for you. “Thank you, Tae.” You shivered when his knuckles brush your shoulders. 

“Your mothers are at the blue drawing room, Mr Kim.” The henchman announced as he closed the door behind you.

You and Taehyung proceed into the room as another maid took your jackets. Ever gentleman, Taehyung offered you his arm. You accepted, “The blue drawing room is my favourite!” You quietly squeal. 

Taehyung gave you a sweet chuckle, pecking your temple. He could see the little girl he used to chase down the halls with your words. “Are you ready for the big inquisition?” He asked.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “Take me back to the meadow!”

As you and Taehyung entered the lavish blue drawing room, the silver and blue furnishings gave the room an air of refined elegance. The intricate silver-framed portraits adorned the walls, complementing the lavish blue draperies that billowed gently in the evening breeze. The chandeliers above illuminated the room with a soft, golden radiance, casting enchanting shadows across the floor.

Both your mother and Mrs Kim had already adorned themselves in their evening finery, complete with sparkling tiaras that added an extra touch of glamour. Their eyes lit up as they spotted the two of you, immediately eager for the details of your day.

Taehyung greeted them first, “Oh lord! The room is so bright with your elegance, mothers!” Taehyung's playful charisma shone through as he addressed the company in his charming manner. 

They gave Taehyung a melodic giggle, “Son, you are a charmer as always.” Your mother said.

“Come on, sit down, you love birds. Tell us what you have done!” Mrs Kim chippered quickly. Your mother gave her a knowing look. “How was your day, my dear Y/N? Did my son treat you well? If not, you just only tell!” Her hand reached for her heel.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of their interest. "It was absolutely delightful, thank you! Taehyung took me on the loveliest picnic. We had the most wonderful time together under the sun." you replied, your voice filled with the remnants of the joy and excitement from the day's escapades.

"It sounds like very romantic day…" Mrs Kim added with a soft sigh, the memory of the picnic bringing a pleasant warmth to your cheeks. Both of the mothers couldn't help but express their admiration and fondness for the idyllic setting. 

Your mother, with a playful glint in her eye, interjected with a teasing remark. "Yes, but you two used to bicker so much, it's a wonder you didn't drive each other crazy! It seems you've found a way to get along." She shot a knowing look at Mrs Kim, who chuckled in agreement.

Taehyung, always quick with a quip, responded with a grin, "Oh, well, Y/N came long way, I think. She even shared her eclairs with me, isn't that right, my darling?" He reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes met yours with a twinkle.

You pouted with a huff, “Taehyung!” Just like that two of you returned to bickering. 

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