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 kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅴ)

hello everyone i know it's been a while since i posted, work has been hectic, but i got some time and managed to finish a list so please enjoy i have a few lists ready to post so i'll que them up... here's my all time favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message or feedback under their posts i know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed you will be blocked ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics or just share what your reading right now i'd love hearing from you 🖤✨

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung. 

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister. 

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister. 

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital. 

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

 “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

 you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls. 

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting. 

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

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✨🔮The Soulmate Equation🔮✨

Elemental Werewolf |Taehyung x Elemental Werewolf |Reader

A/N: This is my first Tumblr fic people💜 The First Chapter of 'The Soulmate Equation' will be Updated in a few✨ Thank you for taking time to read this!💜 Hop in for a ride!😘💞

The art of broken love; K.T

writer: moonlightchildz

date published: 03/07/2020

pairings: taehyung x reader

warnings: smut: creampie, fingering, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, uhh does dirty talk count??, use of drug (weed), & angst

description: you were utterly and irrevocably in love with kim taehyung. problem was that he was your best friend’s ex.

word count: 21.2k (whoops)

His lips are roaming the crook of your neck, tongue sweeping your skin. His hands are placed on the wall that you’re backed into, eyes watching you as you begin to lose yourself into his touch. You’re mewling at just the sensation of his mouth on your skin, hands beginning to tangle themselves into his long, wavy hair. His wet kisses start to trail up your neck, kissing the side of your mouth as you giggle, eyes opening to finally see him.

“Taehyung,” you pull him closer, noses nudging against each other’s. He hasn’t kissed you yet and you’re becoming a tad bit crazier as each second passes since you need to kiss him at this point.

“I love you,” he whispers it out against your mouth, fingers encasing your mouth to keep you close to him. Your eyes widen, fingers becoming numb. “I love you.”

And before you could utter those same words out to him, you woke up.

“Holy fuck,” you panted out heavily, hands trembling as you tried to get yourself together. You glanced around your bedroom, noting that it’s past three am and you feel those familiar tears paint your face once again.

You did not just have a wet dream of fucking your best friend’s ex.

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the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7                                              masterlist

The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay. 

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much  you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.  

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A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine. 

As Thunder Rolls

[Summary]: You know Taehyung is the one. You knew it since the first day you saw him, when thunder rolled through the sky. But your lives don't collide. They might be too different to choose both.

[Theme]: Rich Reader, Law Student Reader, Construction Worker TH, Poor TH, Rich Girl Poor Boy AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes, sexual content, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, marking, angst, familial separation, topics of class, and triggering opinions of some characters

[Word Count]: 8,296

[A/N]: First TH fic!! I hope it is enjoyable~ This might be my last fic for a little bit. Going to be focusing on school and working really hard until the summertime :)

People say that when you fall in love, your life develops new meaning. They say that your life changes as you fall, and you watch it spiral out of your control over a silly feeling you can’t help.

You can say that the people, whoever they may be, are correct. Love happened to you quite unexpectedly, and completely out of the box you put your goals for the future inside.

Taehyung happened during the city's worst monsoon season in over 50 years. His rain-stained jeans and dirty white construction t-shirt clung to his skin, showing you all of his tanned glory as the rain fell angrily. You stood on the top step of your sister’s corporate building, looking down at him three steps below you.

“You got a spare umbrella, by chance?” he asked you. Caramel-colored, wet hair covered his forehead. But you could still see the discomfort in his eyes due to the harsh rain.

Looking at your own umbrella in your grip, you shook your head, telling him that this was your only one.

“You know a place around here where I can find one?” he asked.

“I’m not familiar with the area,” you explained.

“Me neither,” he smiled as he looked down at his red Converse.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in your chest. You felt bad for the guy, clearly well-underprepared for the season. Your designer coat and accessories terribly clashed with his, an obvious difference in class confronted you in the face. There was a feeling of fear, you remember. Back then, you used to be one of those people who thought terribly of people like him. Thinking that he’d ask for your Burberry umbrella and never return it. You thought maybe he’d pull you aside and forcibly rob you of your money just because his shirt had a few stains and the brand name of the city’s lower-end construction company was written on the fabric. You associated him with the worst of the worst, just because of his class. Or rather, assumed class.

But those eyes captured your soul. They were warm, and his smile sent medicine to your heart, healing all those presumed thoughts and replacing them with the benefit of the doubt.

“I think there is a 7/11 around the block,” you recalled from your memory.

Thunder rolled through the city skies, and you clutched your umbrella harder. You never liked thunderstorms. There was a sense of urgency to get home to avoid any more of this growing storm, and fast. But this guy — you wanted to continue talking to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, looking to his left.

You raised your chest, nervously pointing in the opposite direction.

“Down there,” you corrected him.

“Ah,” he smiled. It was faint, but you noticed his upper lip formed the shape of a heart before another roll of thunder drummed through the sky. You winced, and his smile faded.

“I’ll let you be on your way, then,” he said. “Thank you.”

You nodded, and he suddenly turned his back, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the vague 7/11 down the street. He hiked the back collar of his t-shirt over his head, creating a small hat to shield his eyes from the unwanted shower. You watched the exposed skin on the small of his back as raindrops trickled into the hem of his jeans.

Suddenly, your heart skipped in your chest, and you did something your carefully formed character would never allow.

“W-Wait,” you stumbled. The click of your heeled boots rang in your ears as you walked down the small set of stairs and onto the sidewalk.

The man turned around, his posture straightening at the sight of you.

Quickly, you went to him, covering his head with your umbrella.

“I-I’ll come with you,” you offered.

His close proximity flooded all of your senses. Your fingers visibly began to shake, and you had to remind yourself to breathe when you saw how tremendous the height difference was between the two of you.

“Thank you,” he softly said.

At that moment, you knew your life changed. You saw yourself in his eyes, maybe staring a little too long for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names yet. But you looked into them, and somehow the raging storm had transferred from the sky into your heart.

You became a jumbled mess after then, as Taehyung had exchanged his name with yours, along with all of his habits, hobbies, and love.

Every day after that was filled with giggles and kisses and sleepless nights wrapped in his sheets. He had shown you the other side of the world, and you accepted it with him by your side. He took things from you you couldn’t imagine anyone else being worthy enough to take. All your firsts, and what you hope, all your lasts, too.

But something had been sitting at the back of your mind ever since you laid eyes on him, creating an unsettling feeling.

He was, indeed, nowhere near the class you grew up in. Living in the worst part of the city with his younger brother and sister and parents in a small, 2-bedroom apartment. He worked overtime on most days; all of his earnings he gave to his mother was to pay rent. His brother had just become old enough to help out. However, Taehyung explained that he caught him a few times slacking — the young boy claiming that he was working but instead at the casino with his friends. His younger sister was 6 years old and by far the sweetest young girl you knew. She became someone like your own sister, someone you chose to connect with on a level you weren’t able to do with your own siblings. His father fell ill a few years ago and became unable to work a demanding job. Instead, he and his wife work at their own small grocery store on the lower level of the building down the street.

His family welcomed you generously, never once commenting on your class, never once making it a topic of conversation. They called you their daughter.

What was unsettling was not the circumstances involving his family. It was the circumstances involving your own.

You hadn’t mentioned him to your parents by choice. You knew how they would react, especially considering your father had already begun selecting the sons of his most trusted colleagues to propose a marriage. Though you are not ashamed of Taehyung, your family would most definitely be. They would never accept him as your love. It would be too tarnishing to their name, too embarrassing to taint the family with someone whose house costs less than their dining room table.

You kept Taehyung out of it, which doesn’t necessarily mean he won’t stop asking about meeting your family. He’s serious enough about you to want to take things further. But it puts you in an awkward situation, like now. Gasping into the sheets of his bed, his dick pulling out of you as cum falls down your thighs.

“Baby?” he pants, hovering over you and kissing up your shoulder to your cheek. He’s still catching his breath, as are you. He just railed the fuck out of you and still begs for conversation? You will never understand this man.

“Hm,” you ask, resting your head on your forearm in a desperate attempt to control your breathing.

“I want to meet your parents,” he bites the shell of your ear gently.

You groan loudly, tired of this topic of conversation. It seems to be the only thing on his mind these days.

In the two years you two had been dating, Tae was finally able to afford a place of his own while still helping his family. His brother stepped up and managed to land a good position at a nearby company that really helped with the family finances. Hence, Taehyung’s newfound freedom from the cramped space with his family. But ever since he moved into his new apartment two weeks ago, he’s been set on (a) “christening” every nook and cranny of his new place with you and (b) meeting your family.

“Baby, can we not talk about this right now?” you press your fingers to your temple before running them into your hair.

“We never have talked about it,” he reminds you. You pause, knowing he’s right. You’ve always swayed him away from saying anything about the topic other than simply asking to talk about it.

“Why would you want to meet my parents,” you begin. You feel him smile a little, happy to start this long-awaited talk.

“Because you met mine,” he slides his elbows under your armpits, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel secure when he’s holding you like this, his chest embracing your back as he lets his weight rest on your body. If only the moment wasn’t ruined by the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want you to meet my parents,” you finally say. You know his heart broke a little from your words, being such a family man. But you feel obligated to be honest about this.

“What? Why not?” he crinkles his eyebrows together, pressing his nose into your cheek.

“Because, Tae,” you sigh into your palm. “They’re not…nice people.”

He lets the two of you sit in silence for a while, and you know he knows what you mean by that.

“It’s because I have no money, isn’t it?” he finally lets out.

You grab his hand, drawing circles into his palm.

“Essentially,” you sigh. It doesn’t feel good to admit that. Disappointment floods your veins for him, wishing your family was less shallow. Maybe then, your response would have been different. “You know I don’t care about that stuff. But they…they do.”

“Your siblings?” he asks.

“They’re all like that,” you continue, playing with his knuckles. “I’m the only one, it seems, that isn’t.”

He plays with your hand, sliding into your fingers to hold it.

“Do you wish you were?” he whispers seriously.

“No,” you laugh.

Finally, you turn around in his embrace, looking at his face from beneath him. This man is truly the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your palm holds the soft skin of his cheek as you search his eyes.

“Growing up, I used to be a little bit,” you admit. “But then I came to university. And I met you,” you rub his cheek with your thumb. “And you kind of flipped my whole world around.”

“Sorry,” he smiles. “Wasn’t the plan,” he pecks your lips. “I just needed an umbrella.”

You chuckle at that, pulling his face against yours to sear your lips into his. He accepts you, breathing into the kiss with chapped cherry lips and a big stupid blush on his face.

“I just want their blessing,” he clears his throat. “I-Is all.”

“For?” you peck his lips again.

“For me to date their daughter, amongst other things,” he laughs through his nose. “It’s also been…a little while.”

You do feel bad, as he had introduced you to his family about three months into dating. It’s been two years, and your family doesn’t even know you are dating someone.

“You’ll meet them when they have a reason to meet you,” you sigh against his nose. “They’re like that. It has to be on their terms, not mine or yours.”

“Hopefully, that’s sometime soon,” he says before kissing you deeply. You let him, wanting his lips to erase the scenarios you’ve let flood into your head of Taehyung meeting your family. You kiss him, asking him to heal you again, to give you the endless positivity he has within himself. But you can’t shake it this time around. You have a bad feeling about it, every time you think about making things just that more official with your family meeting him. You know Taehyung is it for you. But will your parents accept that? Your gut twists and turns at the thought, your answer spelled out for you.

___

Law school used to be interesting.

Back when lectures were shorter and the professors actually cared about their job, you had a fun time. Now, you sit through your lectures with the palm of your hand dragging the skin of your cheek upward as you lean against it. You stare at the oldest fart of a professor talk in circles, “womp wo-womp womp”, like in the Charlie Brown phone scenes. The only thing that keeps you from dozing off is the thought of your date tonight.

Last week, Taehyung had been working at this new site at this development on the other side of the city. They put in a fountain lake, with three willow trees (your favorite). Your boyfriend, of course, knew this and set up the idea of a picnic date along the new Willow Tree Lake. Just the thought alone makes you giddy.

These days, Taehyung has been working terrible overtime in an area near campus. Something about the pipes being plugged with slow-forming concrete from a newer company that started off just a few months ago. They fucked up a lot of the city’s piping, and of course, the company Tae works for has been assigned to fix all of their damage.

Needless to say, you feel like you haven’t seen him in ages. Only quick cell phone calls and tired texts in the small hours of the morning and night. You miss him terribly, and your body springs to life when the professor calls the end of the lecture. It’s your last one of the day, and you nearly run out to make your way to your car, ready to start preparing for your date tonight.

You’re met with a surprise, however, when you exit your dorm.

A chalky hand grabs onto your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours, before pulling you into his chest.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles sheepishly.

“Tae!” you squeal, letting go of his hand and jumping into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, his own around your waist as he spins you in the open air of the campus. You giggle against him, quietly screaming when he goes a little fast. Eventually, he lets your feet feel the ground again, and you feel a strong urge to kiss him. It’s been so long.

“You’re so chalky,” you brush at his face, white powder smearing on his skin.

With that, he shakes out his hair onto yours, white dust falling onto your skin.

“Ah! Tae!” You shield your face from his assault. But he’s unrelenting, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, his big hands stroking your cheek. You don’t let him go on for too long, still not one to be too fond of PDA like he is.

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung’s smile fades when he looks at your dress.

“Wha—” you look down at your dress, your white Chanel dress, covered in soot and powder and dirt, transferred from his clothes onto yours. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” he gulps, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I wasn’t thinki—”

“It’s okay,” you smile, holding his hand. “Nothing my dad won’t buy a carbon copy of with a good excuse. To him, I fell. Plain and simple.”

Your words don’t do much, his sorry expression written all over his face still. You cup his cheek, reassuring him.

“What are you doing here, anyways?” you change the subject.

“The pipe issue I told you about ended up going into some apartment building. They sent me up there and the ceiling fell in. Hence all the…white stuff and dust,” he shows you his powdery hands, as if his cheeks and hair weren’t enough to prove his story. “Anyway, the civil engineers ended up needing to go back to the main building and find a new plan to go about it. So they sent us all home early. Thought I would come and surprise you.”

“It worked,” you kiss him again.

“I should probably go though,” he cuts the time short. “I want to shower before our date.”

“That would be nice, you’re right,” you laugh. “I’ll see you at 7, then?”

“Mhm,” he squeezes your hand again before looking down at your dress one last time. You can tell he’s still beating himself up over it when he tightly runs his hands through his hair and sends you a tight-lipped smile as if still saying sorry. You send him one back, letting him know it’s okay. And with that, he leaves your presence.

You’re alone until you reach home a little past 4. When you walked into your house, the last thing you were expecting was your eldest sister, brother, and parents waiting for you in the dining room.

“D-Did I miss something?” you laugh awkwardly. They all seem to be looking at you, disappointment or disgust written on their faces at the sight of your dress. You do your best to hide it with your purse.

“No,” your sister starts. “But we seem to be missing the part where you let dirty construction workers make out with you in public.”

You feel your heart sink to your feet, a cold heat spreading throughout your body.

“Susanna,” you pinch the skin between your eyebrows. “It’s not like that.”

“Please, enlighten us, then,” she snobs.

You take a breath, ready to explain yourself. But your father stops you.

“Invite the boy over,” he calmly states.

“What?” all four of you say at once.

“Dad, are you crazy?” your brother laughs. “He’s a construction worker.”

“Ren, please,” you attempt to control your anger. You don’t like the way they are talking about him right now. Only mentioning his job and ignoring the rest.

“What, don’t like me talking down on your pet?” he smiles, doing his best to get under your skin. It’s working, that’s for sure.

“Seriously, darling, what are you thinking?” your mother puts her hand on your father's arm.

“The boy clearly has feelings for my daughter,” he sets down his brandy on the dining table. “And, if I’m not mistaken, she has the same feelings.”

Your sister looks at you in disgust, wondering how you could ever fall for someone so low class.

“Besides, he owes me a good explanation for destroying your clothes,” he clears his throat. “That was custom designed.”

—

You run to your car after the ‘meeting’ your family welcomed you home with. Your hands shake and tremble, trying to start the car without bursting into tears.

Without even calling him, you race to Taehyung’s apartment, knocking on his door with panic laced in every vein of your body.

He opens it, a big smile warming your heart. But it quickly fades at the pale look on your face.

“What’s wrong,” he pulls you into his apartment.

He’s showered since you last saw him. He changed into his PJs, not yet ready to get into his outfit for your date tonight. On any other day, you would be struck with the comfy boyfriend look, ready to pounce into his arms and hold him close until the sun rose. But not today. Today, you have uncertainty flowing through your veins. Could this be the end? Could this be the start of something new? What will happen between now and midnight?

“Baby, talk to m—”

“My parents want to meet you,” you interrupt him.

“What?”

“T-They want to meet you,” you say again. “Actually, my entire family wants to meet you. Today. Tonight. For dinner. At my house.”

You watch him take it all in, his expression changing rapidly into emotions you can’t really put a label on. You’ve never seen this expression on his face. You’re sure it’s a bit of excitement, as he’s always wanted to meet them. But also a little bit of worry, as you’ve told him what they think of people like him.

“I-Is this about the dress?” he asks worriedly.

“Kind of!” you panic, your hands running through your hair. Frustrated tears flood your eyes. You’re just so frustrated with this situation. With your sister, with your brother and dad. With everyone but Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve this. “My sister saw us today, apparently. A-And she went to my parents, a-and they were waiting for me when I got home, along with my brother. My dad was the one who suggested you come over, and I don’t know why. I can’t read what any of them are trying to say.”

“Hey,” he grabs your shoulders. You start to cry, fat tears falling down your cheeks.

“This is not how I wanted today to go,” you cry-laugh to yourself.

“I know,” he kisses your forehead. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you candor as you fall into his neck, sobbing against his shirt.

His big palms rub your back. You’re sure he’s a little shocked right now. You’ve told him about your family. About what kind of people they are. You’re sure he’s scared, too. You hate this. You wish you could just run away and avoid it all.

“Let’s start with figuring out what I’m going to wear, yeah?” he gently smiles down at you.

___

Dinner is awkward. So awkward.

It’s quiet, and your leg bounces rapidly in your seat.

Your parents hadn’t let Taehyung sit next to you. Rather, he sits across from you, unable to soothe your nerves with a hand on your thigh or palm.

Your sister and brother sit next to you, your parents on either end of the table. There are two empty seats next to Taehyung, him being closest to your father.

You’re sure your siblings had interrogated him a little when your mother forced you to change into something else when the two of you got here. Clad in a pink flowy dress and a braid, you nervously made your way down the stairs and into the dining room, only to find your boyfriend in front of his seat, nodding to the space between your siblings as your own.

Since the appetizers came in, no one had spoken a word.

It’s terribly uncomfortable, and you try to distract yourself by silently telling Taehyung to put his napkin in his lap instead of next to his plate. Your brother laughs, and you jab your elbow into his side.

“So,” your father starts. His voice sends a shock down your spine. “I’m sure you have a good explanation for the dress.”

Your nerves spike the highest they’ve ever been. The dress isn’t really that important. Had it been anyone else, maybe someone your father knew or liked, the dress would be replaced without a word the next day. His pressure on the dress with Tae makes you think he will use it against him, causing you to bounce both of your legs up and down rapidly.

“Yes, I—” you start, but your father raises his palm slightly, telling you to stay quiet and let him answer.

“Yes,” Taehyung clears his throat. “I apologize, sir. I was simply being careless. I was excited to see your daughter, and had acted before realizing what she was wearing.”

“That was custom made,” your sister starts. “By Chanel.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem to recognize the name, making your sister smile snottily.

“It’s a brand,” she shoves her food into her mouth with a snobby tug of her lips.

You clutch the end of your silverware, trying to transfer all the things you wish you could scream into the piece of silver metal.

“Enough,” your father stops her interrogation. He has made it clear he would be the one interrogating tonight. “I do have to ask, though,” he turns his attention toward Tae again. “What makes you think you’re worthy of seeing my daughter?”

The table is silent, everyone’s mind empty but your own. You could think of a million reasons, maybe even more than that, as to why he deserves you. But does Taehyung think he deserves you? You thought you made it clear within the past two years that he does, but his silence speaks for itself.

After a few more seconds of being silent, your father laughs a little through his nose.

“I am aware of your financial situation so that already docks a big chunk off your worth,” he starts again.

“Father,” you try to stop him.

“Your occupation is less than fulfilling,” he continues. “Surely, you must know that affection alone cannot support her.”

Taehyung’s mouth is so dry, that he wants to drink the entire ocean. But he lets it sit in discomfort, the truth ringing through his ears like a bomb dropped right in front of him.

“You care for her, son,” he sighs. “I can see that,” your father sets down his brandy, resting his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and latching his fingers together over his lower chest. “So, why don’t we just end this here. Before it gets any deeper than it is.”

You see Taehyung’s heart drop to his stomach. You wish you could go over to him and put it right back in his chest for him, but your father continues to drop it further and further until it eventually breaks in two upon impact with the hard floor.

“I’ll give you an ultimatum, just to be sure you understand,” your father starts. “You go back to your construction work and help your parents with their grocery business. Cut her out of your life. In return, I’ll forget about the dress. About the some 70 thousand dollars you owe me for the destruction of it.”

“Father, please,” you cry, starting to stand. "It was my fault." But your sister grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down onto your seat.

“If you’re smart, you’ll understand how long that would take to accumulate on top of your other finances to return,” he continues. “If you truly care about her, you’d let her find someone who can meet all of her expectations and give her a comfortable future.”

“No,” you start, but Taehyung silences you with his gaze.

He looks to you from your father, feeling the weight of his words. You look at him, seeing how he believes every word your father is saying. You see it ring in his ears, and you know exactly what his next words are going to be.

“Sir, I—” he rasps, defeat flooding his lungs. This is not about the dress. He’d spent the rest of his life paying your father back if it meant he’d let him have you. This is about your future that he knows he can’t support; about the fact that he knows the best he can give you is nowhere near the luxury someone else can. “I just want her to be happy.”

“In this world, love is not enough for that,” Your father stands up, his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I’ll show you to the door, son,” your father says.

Taehyung stills, his attention suddenly transferred to the calluses on his palms. He examines them, then the scuffs on the rim of his sleeves. It serves as a reminder, that even the best things he owns cannot match up to the expectations served tonight. He knows you don’t care. He knows you’re better than this. But surely it might become easier with time for you. Your father would find someone genius, with wealth beyond imagination. You will forget about him with time, and your wounds will heal. You’ll have an army of new cars, go to fancy banquets with designer dresses, a penthouse in the city, a smart-suit husband, and beautiful children with loads of worth to their names. He thinks about what he could give you, and it amounts to close to nothing. He’s already given you everything he has, and it’s not enough to keep you safe.

He thinks about this before standing in his seat. Your breath hitches in his throat, watching him give you up, your father’s hand on his back guiding him through the dining room, neither sparing you a glance.

“No,” you cry, standing up. Your sister tries to stop you again, but you shove her hand away.

“Y/n L/n, if you chase that boy, right now will be the last time you step in this house!” your mother slams her hands on the table.

There are words you wish you could say. So many emotions and slander and curse words you wish you could shout and spit in her face.

“I'm happy with him,” is all you can say. "I love him"

“Love is but a word,” your mother rolls her eyes. “You will forget about him in two weeks! That boy cannot support you. He can be replaced.”

“He can’t be,” you counter. Your chest rises with words, an essay might come out of your mouth, but you’re silenced when your father comes back into the room, Taehyung gone from your sight. You silence yourself, knowing you have to make a choice. Without even thinking, your feet move, and you’re brushing past your father, opening the door to you’re home and welcoming the rain.

Your parents wouldn’t have his presence in your life, banishing him from your home after he showed up in the nicest clothes he owned. They forbid him from ever seeing you again, using the price of your stained clothes as a threat if he ever were to lay eyes on you again. But you ignore that, running after him, soaking yourself in the rain once again as you chase him.

You call his name, shouting it into the street. He ignores you, and you feel you’re going crazy the more you call out his name until he finally turns around in quick anger. By this point, you two had already gone well down the street, far away from your posh, gated house. He grabs your cheeks in his palms, pressing his lips harshly against yours. You kiss him with fervor, letting the rain soak your pink dress and braided hair. He does the same, not giving a care in the world about the time he spent trying to make himself look nice for your family. He kisses you as if it would be the last time he would ever feel your lips against his again.

“We can’t do this, Y/n,” he breaks the kiss. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close as his jaw clenches from his own words.

“Tae,” you sob, cupping his cheek. He covers your hand with his own, squeezing it tight.

“You know we can’t, Y/n,” he shakes his head, looking into your tear-filled eyes. “They will never accept me.”

“I accept you,” you sniffle. “Please don’t leave me, Tae. I accept you.”

“It’s not enough,” he whispers.

“N-No,” you shake your head.

But he already began letting go of your hand, his heel taking a step back.

“T-Tae, no,” you grab his other hand, but he forcibly makes you let go. You watch him turn on his heel, his back replacing his chest.

“Kim Taehyung,” you sob into the open air of the empty street. He does nothing, continuing his path to wherever he is going. “Taehyung!” you scream, but he doesn’t stop.

Your chest rises and falls so quickly, that you feel dizzy. Panic rises into every vein in your body, watching him grow smaller and smaller as he distances himself from you. Never in your life had you felt like it was between life or death between two choices. But god, was it clear which option had been labeled death, and which one was life.

“Marry me,” you shout. You watch his feet stop, both shoes parallel to each other. The panic in your veins slightly subsides at the fact that his distance stopped becoming larger. And then you say it again. “Marry me, Taehyung.”

He turns around, and you begin walking—running—toward him.

“Don’t say that,” he angrily breathes through his nose once you reach him.

“Marry me,” you say it again.

He looks up, despite the rain, his jaw clenched.

“I can’t go through life without you,” you cry, shaking your head. “I can’t do it.”

“You can,” he denies.

“I’m so in love with you,” you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I love you.”

His hands clench, balled into fists. God, did he love you more than the world itself. More than himself. But he can’t be selfish. He can’t rip you away from your family.

“And what about them?” he nods his head in the direction of your house.

“They can’t replace you,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “No one can replace you.”

“You can’t replace your family, Y/n,” he says. “I’m just a guy. Probably the least qualified to have you,” he laughs through his nose. “I can be replaced. They cannot.”

“They have given me a choice,” you cry. His words hurt. You wish you could make him see just how irreplaceable he is. You cannot replace your family, but you cannot replace him, either. “I already made it the minute I ran out of the house.”

He looks at you, finally locking eyes with yours. You feel the panic fade when he looks at you, and you can’t help but feel that this is right. That you’re making the right choice.

“Y/n,” he starts, shaking his head.

“I chose you a long time ago,” you go on. “The minute I shared my umbrella with you, I chose you. All your boxy smiles and shy laughs. Your job; your family. You. Your heart.”

A tear falls from his eye, his jaw still clenched.

“I can’t give you this life,” he takes your hands from his cheeks, holding them tightly between your soaked bodies. “I-I will never be able to afford law school or a gated mansion in the city. Or a white Chanel dress,” he whispers the last part. “Your life — I can’t rob you of it.”

“You are my life, Tae,” you rub your nose against his. “That stuff doesn’t matter. I want you. Forever.”

He gulps, the look in your eye speaking nothing but the truth. It scares him because of course, he wants the best for you. But he is unsure of himself, of what he can give you other than his heart. But the way you look at him, as if that is truly enough for you, makes his worries subside. You’re choosing him. Between life or death, you took a side, labeling him as life.

He grabs your waist, his arm pulling you into his frame as he sears his lips onto yours. Big, callused palms cup your jaw, holding you against his lips as if you’d try to escape. This time around, the kiss is hard, so needy and loved. You feel loved like you’ve never felt before. All the panic in your heart fades and is replaced with a need to keep him close. You assume he feels the same, his strong arms lifting you around his waist. You laugh against his lips.

“I love you,” you chuckle, almost in disbelief that you could love someone so much. He’s given you something you thought you’d never receive in the world your parents brought you into. You feel fresh with him, like you’ve been born again.

He kisses you again, confirming he feels the same before he sets your feet back on the wetted sidewalk.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand.

“Where?” you follow him.

“My place,” he looks back at you.

You come up to his side, holding his arm as you walk in the rain. It was just a walk until thunder struck again, and the rain started falling ten times harsher than it was before. It causes you to shriek, and Taehyung only laughs, beginning a sprint while you follow after him.

You two ran to the bus stop, where you kissed some more, before the bus arrived and you shivered in the air conditioning of the large vehicle until it arrived on the other side of the city.

His place became a little bit of yours. You had unofficially moved in until now, as you stumble in his arms into the elevator, making out like horny teens until the number for the 15th floor rang in his ears and he pulled away.

The kisses you press to his neck make his whole body feel weak, his fingers unable to find the key to his apartment amongst the many in the single key ring chain he owns.

“Baby,” he whispers desperately. “S-Slow down, m’ trying to find the key,” he nervously chuckles.

You only run your hands under his soaked shirt, feeling the divots of his abs under your fingertips. Working at a construction company certainly did have more perks than one.

Finally, he seems to have found the key, slipping it forcibly into the lock and turning it until it opened the door to his apartment.

“Come here,” he lifts you up onto his hips, walking you inside his place and pushing you against the door, making it close all the way. He’s sure to lock it after tossing his keys somewhere on the neighboring kitchen counter as he kisses hot trails up your neck. They’re hasty kisses, and so so needy.

“T-Tae,” you grip his hair.

The feeling makes him groan, his hand forming a fist against the wall in pure self-control.

You slide your fingers under his shirt again, except this time, they go all the way up. You force his shirt off his skin, and he lets you take it off as his hands firmly grip your waist. He uses his new grip to support you when he moves you off the wall, his legs guiding you through his apartment as you kiss his neck once more. This time, to leave marks.

You latch onto his sweet spot so tenderly, and he grips your hips hard enough to leave his own marks on your skin.

With one hand, he pushes open the door to his bedroom before landing you on the soft sheets of his bed. You’re overwhelmed with him. The smell of his clean sheets floods your lungs as he traps you underneath his body.

You gasp when he slides his hands up your waist, his fingers coming to your back to find the zipper of your dress.

He waits for your permission, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he plays with the zipper.

“Please, Tae,” you allow him.

He nods against your neck, telling you without words that he’s going to undress you.

You sit up for him, making it easier for him to carry the fabric down your hips. You’re revealed to him in your soaked bra set. Nothing fancy, just nude colors to hide your undergarments beneath your dress.

But despite the plainness, you watch him admire your body, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to remember what you look like underneath the rest of your clothes. You help him, reaching behind you to unhook your bra yourself.

It falls off your shoulders and your skin perks with the cold air mixing with your wet skin.

“Make love to me,” you ask. “Please.”

Taehyung’s mouth goes dry. He’s seen you naked countless times. Fucked you like a rabbit in heat multiple times in just a day. But god, did hearing you ask him to make love to you settle the weight of your proposal from earlier. You really do choose him. And suddenly, he feels like it is the first time he’s ever looked at you naked. Like it was the first time he was going to enter your body.

He felt nervous. So, so nervous. But never so sure of anything else in his life. He knew he wanted you as his forever. But was too selfless to ask you to leave your prosperous life for his. For the longest time, he thought he was living on borrowed time with you. That one day, his first and only love would eventually leave him. His dreams are coming true, and he doesn’t know how to process that other than following your exact command.

“Tae?” you cup his cheek.

He sits on his knees, each one placed next to your thighs as you sit below him.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, his face leaning into your touch. You bring him back to life, his body finally moving to trap you against the sheets again.

With soft lips, much less needy than the prior ones you two have shared today, he kisses you. He’s gentle as his hips press against yours. You gasp against his lips, the feeling of his clothed cock against your thin underwear stirring things inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his hips, crossing your ankles to secure his embrace over your own.

Taehyung groans, the friction making his desire uncontrollable as he grinds against your core.

“T-Taehyung,” you gasp, head falling back against the sheets. He takes this as an opportunity to trap the skin of your neck with his teeth, gently biting at your flesh in soft confessions of his love.

Your breasts push against his bare skin, feeling overwhelmed when he takes your pert nipple between his fingers, pinching them slightly, just enough to drive you crazy.

It’s all too much, his lips, his fingers, his hips grinding into you, sending waves of pleasure straight into your core. You just want him already. You want to feel full of him.

Your heels start the process, digging at the hem of his jeans as if you could get them off without your hands when they’re so securely fastened by his belt.

“Fuck,” he moans, finally granting your wish as he pushes off of you and unbuckles his belt.

Dark brown eyes admire you, laying on his sheets, giving yourself to him completely. You stare back at him, watching him push his jeans and boxers down to the floor, stepping out of them slowly before he hooks his slender finger under your panties.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks you, hiking your legs up as your underwear slides off your smooth skin.

“Yes,” you nod.

You hear your panties fall on the floor, joining the rest of your clothes, when he slowly spreads your legs, creating a place for himself as he falls on top of you again. Strong arms come under your shoulders, and you slide your hands up his neck, one arm securing him close to you, the other feeling a rapid heartbeat under his chest. You gasp when you feel the head of his cock brush gently against your thigh, so close to your core, but far enough away to make you want to beg for it. You, too, feel like it’s the first time all over again. When he took your virginity and your heart and wrote his name all over your skin.

“You look like you’re having second thoughts,” he shakily breathes above you, a small nervous smile on his lips.

“No,” you laugh shyly through your nose, looking into his warm eyes. You see yourself in them, and you’re reminded of the moment you first saw yourself in them two years ago.

“Are you scared?” he asks, lining himself up with your entrance. You know he isn’t referring to sex, but rather everything that comes after. Of your parents. Of everything you’ll have to sort out. But you know it is nothing that you won’t do alone. The man above you has made it clear that you will never feel alone again.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile.

“Me, too,” he kisses your cheek softly. With a push of his hips, his face falls into your neck, a small groan coming from his lips as you gasp and claw at the skin of his shoulder.

“Oh, T-Tae,” you moan sweetly, tangling your fingers in his hair as he slides out just to slam back into you once more. You feel giddy, a small raspy laugh coming from your throat as he develops a pace. He’s so perfect for you, fits you like a glove in more ways than one. He fills you completely. Over fills your cup with all of his love and giggles and smiles. You can’t get enough, it’s almost comical.

“Faster,” you whine, arching you back into him.

He obeys, grabbing your thighs and pushing them upwards until they’re hooked on his shoulders.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans, slamming into you with a newfound passion. Your nails slide down his biceps, some drawing blood from the feeling of his dick ripping you open. It makes you choke beneath him, your head falling back as he fucks you full of his cock. “S-So perfect.”

His nose brushes against your collarbone, using your neck as support when he leans his forehead against it. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your scent before he takes your hips firmly into his palms and holds you against the sheets. Your legs fall naturally, too weak to hold themselves up. But he doesn’t seem to care, instead using his new grip to pull you into his hips, pushing you deeper onto his length than you think you’ve ever gone before. The tip of his head kisses your cervix, and you wince in pleasurable pain when he slides out and slams against it again.

“A-Ah,” you whine, unsure how to feel about this new sensation. The man above you is sure, slowly but harshly pushing into you. His sureness makes you swell, and you feel like he is truly combining his body with your own the deeper he goes.

“Y-You,” he nearly slurs. Your pussy squeezes the head of his cock so justly, he feels his vision going blurry. Everything about you makes him explode. His dick, his mind, his heart. Everything. He can't even finish his sentence.

He goes faster, slipping past your folds with your slick sliding down your thighs and onto his sheets.

“T-Tae,” you panic, your high coming in quickly, setting warmly at the pit of your stomach just seconds away from release. “Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

“F-Fuck, me, too,” he moves faster, harder. His hands touch you, your skin following in flames the further his hands slide up your waist. He groans uncontrollably when you clench around him, your warm heat spreading down your walls as he makes love to you. “Y-Yn,” he whines.

“Say you love me,” you gasp, your voice nearly a whisper as you cream his cock.

“I love you,” he kisses your lips. It’s wet and so disgustingly sweet, you force him to lean himself into your body again, to use it to cum. “I love you so much.”

You watch him shut his eyes tight, his cock twitching inside of you, begging for release as he fights it, probably wanting to last longer for you, to give you a second orgasm before he lets himself cum.

“Cum for me, sweet boy,” you kiss his cheek.

“A-Ah,” he moans, his nose rubbing against yours. You squeak when he slams himself into you, harsh and raw, pushing past you as he fills you with ropes of white cum. “Oh, fuck,” he shakes, fists gathering the fabric of the sheets tightly as he falls into your neck, dick twitching as he cums hotly in your walls. He can’t control the noises, he’s never felt like this before. Like nothing else matters but his future with you.

His dick slips past your cervix, exiting your walls with loads of cum falling out of your abused cunt.

He falls on top of you, the two of you catching your breath with closed eyes and heavy limbs. Until you start laughing.

“What?” he chuckles with you. Your laugh is contagious.

He comes up to look at you, your cheeks red and your pupils shot with love.

“Nothing,” you shake your head. You look at him, cupping his cheek as he switches his gaze between your eyes and your cherry lips. “I-I’m just so happy.”

He laughs at that. Himself full of the same happiness.

“So?” you poke his cheek, raising an eyebrow.

“So?” he raises his own.

“Will you?”

“Will I…?”

“Will you marry me, silly,” you roll your eyes. Although it doesn’t seem nearly as sassy as it is supposed to, not with a giant smile plastered on your face.

“Oh,” he smiles back. “I guess.”

“'You guess'?!” you pinch his shoulder. He winces but laughs as he pulls you into a hug, switching himself on his back with your hips straddling his own. Cum leaks down onto his softening cock, but that is the last thing on either of your minds. His big hands feel the smoothness of your thighs, as yours play with the skin of his chest. If he didn’t know every one of your quirks, he would have taken it as you being silly. But he knows you’re just a little nervous about his answer.

“Yes,” he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Of course I will. But, let me do it properly.”

You physically relax, and pure happiness floods your system.

“We never do things properly,” you remind him, rolling your eyes with a smile again.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges. “I-It might be a while, but at least let me buy you a ring.”

“Okay,” you bite your lip, hiding a closed-lipped smile. It doesn’t work, of course, and the two of you are left a stupid mess as you start your forever together.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2024]

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...