Tags: fluff, explicit sexual content, HES DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM
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SFW
He’s a total koala in bed, no exceptions. Likes to sleep naked or in just boxers, bcuz he wants maximum skin contact. If ur wearing clothes, he’ll gently tug at the hem of ur shirt until u take it off so he can press his whole chest against ur back.
Actually gets a bit sulky if u’re on ur phone in bed. He’ll take it from ur hands, put it on the nightstand, and replace it with his head on ur lap or his hands pulling u back down to cuddle. “You’re developing bad habits that’s really offensive to me, you think the phone gonna cuddle with you?.”
He’s ridiculously handsy in a non-sexual, domestic way. Walking past u in the hallway, his hand will brush the small of ur back. Sitting at the table, his foot will find ur foot under it. Standing in line, his fingers will hook into ur belt loop or the back pocket of ur jeans, squeezing ur butt in the meantime.
Does NOT like closed doors between u. If u’re in the bathroom showering, he’ll come in to brush his teeth or just sit on the toilet lid and talk to u through the steam. The visual barrier of a curtain is fine, but a locked door hurts his feelings.
If ur doing chores, he’ll follow u from room to room like a shadow, talking about his day or just watching u fold laundry. He finds comfort in ur mundane presence. He’ll sit on the bed and hand u clothes to fold just to be involved.
He will literally get on his knees begging u to cook for him. Yep, he’s dramatic like that. He knows u won’t say no to him, u never do, especially for food. He just loves begging u for anything, and getting on his knees for u.
Gets genuinely sad if u have separate plans. He won’t throw a fit, but he’ll give u the biggest, most mournful puppy eyes and say, “Okay... have fun without me,” in a tone that implies he’ll be counting the minutes.
He’s hyper-aware of ur energy. If u’re stressed, he comes up behind u and just rests his forehead between ur shoulder blades, silent, sharing the weight. He doesn’t always need to fix it; he just needs to feel it with u.
Taehyung turns into a sad kicked puppy if he feels neglected. If u’re focused on something else for too long, he’ll eventually come over and lay his head on ur desk or book, blocking ur view, saying nothing. Just existing obtrusively until u pay attention to him.
Loves sharing everything. “Here, taste my drink.” Bites of his food. Even if he has his own blanket, he’ll want to share urs so he can be under the same fabric as u.
His ideal day off is literally just being in the same space as u, doing parallel play. Him editing photos on his phone while u read, legs tangled together on the couch, with occasional breaks where he shows u a picture or gets up to kiss ur temple for no reason.
The clinginess intensifies if he’s tired or sick. He turns into a giant, whiny baby who just wants to be held. He’ll drag u to bed at 3 PM on a Saturday because he wants a nap and “it doesn’t count if you’re not napping too.”
He finds reasons to come find u. “Do we have more coffee?" (He knows u do). “What do you think of this song?” (He’s played it for u five times). It’s never about the question; it’s about the three minutes of interaction it buys him.
He’s the type to stare, openly and without shame. If he thinks you look hot in an outfit, he’ll just stand there, eyes raking over you from head to toe, and say, “Yeah. Nope. We’re staying in.” Dead serious. Then he’ll walk over, pick you up, and carry you back to the bedroom, no arguments accepted.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and the bed beside him empty, he’ll stand up looking for u, finding u in the bathroom. He’ll shuffle in, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the light, lean against the doorframe, and just watch you pee. Both of u looking at eo, “why didn’t u wake me?” He whispers, and ure too tired to reply to him so He just waits for u. When you’re done, he hands u toilet paper after u wash ur hand; takes your hand and leads you, half-asleep, back to bed, tucking you in before collapsing back onto his pillow. “Wake me up next time.” He murmured on the pillow, “okay” u say, not arguing with him cuz yk u will never win.
Taehyung loves taking care of u, but he loves it just as much when u take care of him. He gets all soft when u wash his hair or gently scrub his back, smiling to himself the whole time. He’ll mumble a quiet “ur spoiling me…” but he secretly hopes u never stop. By the end, hes always hugging u under the warm water for a few extra mins cuz he just loves feeling close to u.
He doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” during private moments. You could be on a private work call, and he’ll walk in, kneel in front of you, and start mouthing at your stomach all the way to the small of ur back, because he’s bored. He sees no conflict between your meeting and his need for attention.
Taehyung’s face is ALWAYS on ur face. Doesn’t matter if u talking to him or just randomly press his cheek against yours, rub his nose against yours, or rest his forehead against yours just because he loves being that close. half the photos on his phone are pretty selfies with both of your faces squished together because the second he’s cuddled up against you, he’s already reaching for his camera to capture it.
If he’s upset with you, his form of protest is exaggerated, silent clinginess. He’ll follow you from room to room and sit right next to you, but with his arms crossed, lips pursed, staring ahead. He’s giving you the silent treatment while physically glued to your side. You have to coax the problem out of him while he’s literally in your lap.
Never shy asking for what he wants, physically. “Scratch my head.” “Play with my hair.” “Hold my hand.” “Kiss.” He points to his lips or his cheek. He says it like he’s reminding you of a scheduled appointment.
He’ll wear your perfume or your lotion. Not a little. He’ll douse himself in it. When his members or friends say, “You smell like y/n,” he’ll just nod proudly. “I know. It’s better than my cologne.”
Hes a spoiler also, his gifts r not ordinary. Hes rich, pls take his money, he will buy u a car and all the bags and makeup u ask for. Expect long lovely vacations everywhere ur heart desires.
Taehyung is always quietly paying attention to you even if u dont rlly realize it. He notices the tiniest changes in ur mood, like the way ur smile isnt the same or how ur voice gets a little quieter, and he’ll just naturally pull u closer, hold ur hand, or wrap an arm around u without making it a big deal. Hes super careful with his words cuz the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt ur feelings or make u uncomfy. If he can tell somethings bothering u he wont make it abt himself, he’ll just be like “baby… what can i do to make it better?” Hes clingy in the sweetest way cuz he just wants to be ur comfort person, the one who notices you’re not okay before u even have to say anything. ㅤ♡ྀི
NSFW
Taehyung has this terrifyingly hot duality; he can go from kissing ur forehead with pure devotion to pinning ur wrists above ur head with one hand, his grip tight enough to leave a mark.
his hands r huge. like unfairly big. and he knows it. one palm on the back of ur skull, fingers threaded through ur hair, and u just stop moving. he doesn't even have to say anything.
Another thing why u love his hands playing with u, is his fingers reaches ur everything. Not as deep as his cock, but they r skillful. His favorite place to finger u is in his car. Squirting on his backseat is his ultimate goal.
Taehyung loves pinning u down from behind, pressing his chest flat against ur back and locking your wrists together with one hand while he drives into you.
He loves having sex where it’s risky. in the middle of the night where the others are asleep, fucking u from behind and pressing his hand on ur mouth keeping ur voice down. His thrusts purposely getting faster, just to hear ur whimpers slipping out. “Keep your voice down.” He whispers, making it so hard for u intensionally, “you want them to hear you, don’t you?”
His dirty talk half of the time is him begging and praising u, even when he's the one in control. “look at u. taking me so good. shit—dont stop, baby, don't stop, right there—“
he loves eye contact. like loves it. hand wrapped around ur throat, thumb brushing ur jaw, and he's staring straight into ur soul while he fucks into u slow. “Your eyes so pretty. Don’t look away. Good girl.”
He has a habit of manhandling you, especially after he came back from the military, taehyung won’t sit u down. flipping you onto your stomach or pulling you across the bed by your hips without warning, just to see you gasp.
Taehyung finds a strange, erotic pleasure in slapping ur face—not to hurt u, but to shock u—and the second he does, he leans in with that boxy, devastating smile, watching ur eyes glaze over.
When he’s really lost in it his accent slips heavier, words coming out breathy and broken as he tells you how perfect you feel.
He will teach u dirty talk in his language, and when u accidentally slip a word during sex, he will fucking lose it.
Cockwarming. Ofc.
He is obsessed with your expressions; if u smile at him while he’s fucking u hard, he goes feral. thrusting deeper and faster bcuz ur smile is his biggest turn-on.
he whimpers. lowkey his biggest tell. when he's close, when u do something that hits just right, that deep little sound escapes and he hates how much it gives him away. so he'll try to cover it by kissing u harder.
hair pulling. his hair, not urs. he loves when u grab a fistful of it while he's going down on u. groans against u and it sends vibrations through ur whole body.
he's loud. not like screaming but constant. moans, groans, murmured praises, broken sentences. “baby—fuck—please—“ like he cant help it. like it's all spilling out of him.
he laughs during sex. like genuinely laughs. if something funny happens, if one of u trips over clothes, if a joke slips out — he'll throw his head back and laugh, still inside u, and then kiss u while he's still smiling. it's the most disarming thing.
he likes when u sit on his lap facing him. not just for sex — for making out, for talking, for existing together. but when it does lead to sex, he loves the closeness. foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air, slow and deep.
He got a sex tape of u. Always makes u take sexy poses naked and keep it in his folder. It’s sometimes not even in sexual way, he genuinely gets mesmerized by ur body and how u make every pic/vid look so good.
he says ur name. a lot. He whispers it, groans it, breathes it, moan it. It makes u go crazy.
he makes u cum first. always. always. it's not negotiable. making u cum multiple times, u hardly remember where u had only one orgasm with him, it’s always multiple. And he will edge himself for ages until ure exhausted, fast asleep and satisfied. ㅤ♡ྀི
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A/N: this is for my taehyung girlies on my inbox💞 hope it was to ur expectations, and dw! Im currently writing a one shot for taetae so stay tuned! Im not done with him yet 😋
summary: When you and your boyfriend breakup, Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to try get a date with you. In his bed, of course. But all his sugar-talking doesn’t seem to really work… until one blurry party night where you two end up together in a dirty bathroom.
genre/warning: porn with a lil plot. pure smut. / cursing, dirty talk (a lot), a little degradation, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), penetration, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum eating (dirty as hell), creampie, overstimulation, lowkey yandere wth — i went all in i’m so sorry (im not)
author’s note: probably my nastiest writing ever. so get ur panties ready hoes
word count: +8k words
Taehyung noticed you before even finishing his first drink.
It wasn’t dramatic, no slow motion, no music cutting out, but it still hit him low in the stomach, sharp and inconvenient. You were in the middle of the living room, moving like you belong there, like the crowd bent around you without you trying. Your hair was sticking to your neck from the heat, your smile careless, loose, the kind that said you were not thinking too hard about anything.
Definitely not about him, especially.
Taehyung told himself he was just surprised. He’d heard, obviously. Everyone had. You and your boyfriend were done. A clean break, no details, just enough information to make the rumour go around. Still, seeing you there, dancing like nothing had cracked open in your life… it did something ugly to his thoughts. Something eager.
He was watching you for too long. He knew he did, knew it was wrong in about six different ways— same friend group, bad timing, bad intentions. You’ve never given him the time of day. Not really the way he wanted to. Polite smiles, quick hellos, conversations that died before they even warmed up… it was never meant to work. He’d flirted before, light, joking, half-serious. And you’d always slid right past it, like you didn’t even notice or care enough to even be bothered.
Which was almost worse than rejection.
But Taehyung kept finding you anyway. In every room, every corner. His eyes tracked you without permission. You laughed with someone else and he wondered who got to hear that laugh up close now. You swayed to the music and he thought about how your ex must’ve had it easy, must’ve taken things for granted. He hated that thought, hated how personal it felt for him.
He hated how you wouldn’t look at his way. Hated how he knew that night it would be the same as always, you wouldn’t care about him and his poor attempts of flirting.
That’s why Taehyung hated how all night you didn’t look at him, not even once.
Same old story.
By the time the night passed, with the music too loud, too warm, too many bodies pressed together— he was convincing himself of two things: that whatever he was thinking was a terrible idea, and that he was already in too deep to stop thinking about it.
Ten minutes too many he found you again.
You were dancing with a man he didn’t recognize. Tall, broad shoulders, hands moving just a little too close to your ass. The music was loud enough to rattled the windows, bass heavy, filthy, and you moved like you knew exactly what you were doing. Not trying to impress, not trying at all.
That was what made it unbearable for him.
You rolled your shoulders, laugh when the guy leaned in to say something stupid in your ear. Your body followed the beat effortlessly. Taehyung felt something hot and sharp crawl up his spine, watching the man’s hands, watching where they didn’t touch. He wondered if you’d let him do better, wondered if you’d notice the difference.
He knew he could be better, so much better.
Stronger grip, slower movements, he wouldn’t rush it like that idiot was clearly trying to. He wouldn’t crowd you, wouldn’t beg for attention with cheap lines and beer-breath confidence. He’d make you look at him. Make you lose control and make you choose. He would make you want it, crave it, he would build it for you, make you beg for it.
The thought turned dark fast. He imagined your back against the wall instead of the dancefloor. Imagined the way your smile would change if it was meant just for him, smaller, sharper, dangerous. He hated how badly he wanted it. Hated that he had wanted it for a long time, even when you barely spared him a glance.
Especially then.
Taehyung teared his eyes away before getting worse, retreating to the kitchen with the rest of the group, forcing himself into conversation he didn’t want to hear. Forced to get you out of his mind and socialize. He hated it. But he had to.
And some minutes later he thought he was doing better. Someone gave him a drink, a girl he vaguely recognized. She was cute, loud, she was leaning too close. She laughed at something he didn’t say. She touched his arm. He wasn’t feeling it, and he hated it.
His attention kept snapping back to the living room, to the way you move, the way that man kept trying to keep up with you and failing. Taehyung told himself it shouldn’t matter, he told himself you were freshly broken up, off-limits, bad timing wrapped in a bad idea, bad decision. If you hadn’t chose him before you were definitely not going to choose him now. He had been trying to convinced himself for years about it, after you had been introduced to the group, after you choose to date one of his closest friends, after you choose another man that wasn’t him.
And lately he had been trying, he had been doing better. Trying not to flirt with you, trying to stay away from you, barely seeing you, specially when you were with your boyfriend. The last four months he had decided to just get over it. There was a thousand more girls around he could sleep with, he didn’t need to obsess over someone who didn’t want him and who was dating one of his friends.
But, of course, you had broken up.
And he found you in this party.
And he was losing his mind.
You appeared in the kitchen, like you felt him thinking about you. You slipped into the room with a grin that looked like trouble, eyes bright, a little flushed, hair messy from dancing. You scanned the room once, then lifted your voice just enough to cut through the noise.
“Who wants to take shots with me?”
There was a pause, a collective hesitation. But Taehyung had his answer before he could even think about it.
“I do.”
It came out solid, certain. But it didn’t surprise him. Because he had never doubt for a second of doing anything related to you.
You looked at him then. And something flickered in your expression. Surprise, maybe… or interest. Or maybe you were just drunk enough to make reckless decisions.
“Okay,” you said, like you’ve already decided. “Let’s go.”
The girl at his side opened her mouth, clearly expecting an invitation. She didn’t get one.
Taehyung didn’t even look back as he followed you through the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, close enough that he could smell your perfume and could feel the heat of your body. Warm, sweet, tempting.
The improvised counter— which some friend had paid for the cheap bartender to have any drink they wanted— next to the stairs was sticky and loud and packed, but somehow it felt like the two of you carved out your own space.
You leaned over the counter. “Four shots of tequila.”
“Two,” Taehyung corrected, low and calm.
You glanced at him. “Scared?”
He smirked. “Don’t get crazy. We have all night.”
That earned him a laugh, short and sharp. You liked that kind of exchange, he could tell.
The bartender slid the glasses over. You grabbed yours immediately, clinking it against his.
“To having all night,” you said.
Taehyung held your gaze. “To take our time.”
You took the shot without breaking eye contact. It burned but you didn’t flinch.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, then glanced at him sideways. “So, how’ve you been?.”
“Good,” he answered. Not really interested in making small talk. “I heard about your breakup.”
“Um,” You hummed, already looking past it. “Everyone did.”
“That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?” you replied lightly. “It ended, how sad. Now I’m here dancing and having fun.”
There was something deliberate in the way you dismissed it, like you refused to give it weight. Taehyung respected that, and he wanted to push anyway. But he didn’t, not yet. He asked for more tequila.
“No, now you’re taking shots with me.”
You tiltled your head, studying him now. “Who was that girl you were with?”
He blinked. “What girl?”
“The one desperately touching your arm like it might save her life.”
He huffed a quiet laugh. “No idea.”
“Liar. And rude for not inviting her to take shots with us.” You shook your head. “She looked mad.”
“Honestly,” he said, voice dropping, “I wasn’t paying attention.” For the first time, your eyes lingered on him a second longer than necessary. Taehyung tried not to look so impressed by that. “And the guy you were dancing with?” he asked casually. “Your date? He seemed… eager.”
You smiled, tired and unimpressed. “He was fine.” You didn’t confirm if he was your date which he knew it was on purpose to leave him guessing.
You leaned closer, elbows on the counter, invading his space on purpose now. “Why? You’re going to tell Jungkook?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Should I?”
Your lips twitched. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“If I end up fucking him tonight.”
The air between you tightened. The music faded into background noise. Taehyung didn’t like the way you would do anything to get Jungkook’s attention, your ex boyfriend. He leaned in just enough that only you could hear him.
“Why don’t you find someone who can do a better job?”
“You don’t know—”
“He looked pathetic.”
Your eyes narrowed. Your lips moved to his ear, you were playing something he hadn’t see in you before. Not with him. “And who could do a better job?.”
Taehyung was aware you knew what he would answer. You were daring him, provoking him. And he was never one to back down.
“I know I could.”
Your smile sharpened, in a mean, interested way. “Big words,” you said. “From someone I’ve barely noticed.”
“That is your mistake,” he replied.
You laughed again, but this time it was quieter. A little out of it. You grabbed the second shots and slid it toward him. “Careful,” you murmured. “I’m drinking too much and you’re starting to look like your best friend who dumped me.”
He picked up the glass, ignoring your mean words. “You asked for shots.”
You clinked glasses again. When you purred down, neither of you looked away.
The shots kept coming.
You ordered them like it was muscle memory, like the night wasn’t already tilting slightly off its axis. Taehyung didn’t stop you. If anything, he encouraged it, slid the glasses closer, nudged your elbow with his, leaned in so his voice landed warm against your ear.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured after two more shots, smiling like it was a compliment.
“We’re just having fun,” you replied, already lifting the glass.
The tequila burned less this time. Or maybe you were just numb to it. You laughed when it hit, head tipping back slightly, throat exposed for half a second too long.
Taehyung’s eyes track the movement without shame. And he thought how his hand would look around it, how he would squeeze it enough to make you let out a sweet noise for him. His eyes narrowed, he licked his lips, watching your lower lip get wet with alcohol. He wanted to licked you clean, taste your mouth. He could just leaned in and kiss you, devour you. It could be so simple if he just…
“You always look like this when you drink?” he asked.
“Like what?”
“Like someone I want to ruin.”
You snorted, not really feeling it. “You’re embarrassing.”
“I’m honest,” he corrected.
His hand brushed your lower back, not lingering, not innocent either. Just enough to make a point. He wanted you, badly. You didn’t move away, and that alone felt like permission.
Then you tilted your head, eyes sharp despite the alcohol. “You remember I just broke up with one of your best friends, right?”
There it was. The line in the sand.
Taehyung didn’t even pretend to think about it. He smiled, unapologetic. “When has that ever stopped me?”
The words settled between you two, heavy and wrong and charged.
He knew exactly what he was in that moment. A bad friend, a bad idea. The kind of man people warn you about after the fact. He should feel guilt clawing at his chest, loyalty screaming louder than want. Instead, all he felt was hunger. It was stupid how badly he wanted you. Embarrassing, really. Like a craving that had been denied for so long it had turned feral. He wanted you quietly, patiently, from a distance, he had watched you choose someone else, watched his friend fumbled you like he didn’t know what he had.
If he were smarter, he’d have known.
Taehyung knew, he knew the moment Jungkook left you out of his claws for a second any man would try to have his hands on you— including him. And the worst thing was, Taehyung knew something so sad. He knew his best friend was probably in bed now, thinking about you, about how to get you back, about how bad he got it for screwing things with you. Taehyung didn’t need to hear it, didn’t need to know. If he did maybe a tiny drop of guilt could have formed in his stomach. But he preferred to play blind. If his friend never told him he missed you, how he screwed up… then Taehyung couldn’t feel guilty about wanting to have you.
And he knew he could do better. He knew Jungkook could brag about you, about how good he was at everything. In sports, in music, in dancing… in touching you. In making you feel good. Taehyung hated that thought, he didn’t like it at all. Because if he knew one thing about you, is that he could make you feel better than anyone. He knew he’d worship you in all the ways his friend never thought of.
The thought made something dark and possessive curled in his stomach.
And you just laughed, not nervous and not impressed, just amused. “You’re evil, Taehyung.” You said, shaking your head. “Truly.”
And the way you said his name. God, the world was just being so unfair to him.
“Maybe,” he replied softly, “but you haven’t left yet.”
You didn’t argue.
More shots came. The party grew louder, messier, bodies packed tight, sweat and bass and spilled alcohol everywhere. Taehyung felt untouchable, dangerous, like the world had narrowed down to the curve of your mouth and the way you kept leaning into him without realizing it.
Eventually, you sighed and push off the bar. “I need the bathroom.”
“I’ll wait.”
He watched you walk away. Every step. The sway of your hips, the confidence in your body, the way heads turned as you passed. His thoughts spiralled fast and ugly. He imagined you alone in the mirror, fixing your lipstick, steadying yourself. He imagined himself going behind you and pushing that little skirt you were wearing to your waist, his fingers touching you in your sweetest places, the places you liked. He imagined the way your lips would part and the noises you would make…
His train of dirty thoughts stopped.
The man who you were dancing early passed by his side, walking to the bathroom you entered. Taehyung watched him hesitate for half a second before opening the door and close it behind him.
Something snapped in him, something deep and violent.
And he was moving before logic caught up.
The bathroom door swung open and the scene was almost painfully normal. You were at the sink, leaning forward slightly, fixing your hair. The man stood too close, saying something in your ear you clearly didn’t care about. But he had his hands on your waist, and Taehyung didn’t like that at all.
Who the fuck did he think he was to touch you like that?
Taehyung grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back out into the hall without ceremony. “Get out.”
“What the—”
“Bye.”
The door slammed shut in his face, Taehyung locked the door before turning to you.
You whirled around. “What the hell are you doing?”
Your voice echoed off the tiles in a sharp and incredulous way. You didn’t look scared or furious, but slightly annoyed at him for the scene. Your eyes narrowed, you were drunk. And so was he.
Your eyes flashed. “And if I did? That’s not your problem.”
The words hit him like a slap. He stepped closer. “You can do better.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I already have,” he shrugged. “Or do you want me to bring him back inside so he can give you a lame fuck?.”
You scoffed, pushing past him slightly, chin lifted in challenge. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked. “Can you stop pretending you’re something of mine?.”
“Can you stop pretending you don’t want this to happen?.” he snapped, gesturing between you two. “We both know you’re now just full of shit.”
You laughed in his face, sharp. “You don’t know anything about me if you think I wanna fuck you.”
“Please, you didn’t leave my side all night. You had been waiting for me to make a move.”
Taehyung knew he was playing a dangerous game. But he liked his odd. He liked to play with you. And he knew one thing: It had been the first time you had entertained him after all his attempts of trying to get you.
So he had to be right. He wanted to be right.
Your jaw tightened. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it a long time ago.” You got closer to him. Your nose almost inches from touching his face. You looked up to him. You were so close he could feel your breath. “Why do you think I went for Jungkook and not you?.”
Your words landed heavy, and for a second the only sound in the bathroom was the muffled music bleeding through the walls, the buzz of voices outside, the drip of a leaky faucet. Taehyung didn’t move, didn’t back away. He looked down at you like he was trying to memorize your face.
“Because you like playing safe,” he said finally, voice low and deep, too calm. “Easy choice. Someone you didn’t have to think about too much.”
You scoffed, but you didn’t pull back. “And you think you’re what? Complicated?”
“I think,” he started, leaning in just enough that your lips almost brush when he spoke, “you didn’t want to want me. Because we both know, once I’m done with you, you won’t stop thinking about it.”
That did it.
Something shifted in your expression, annoyance giving way to something sharper, more dangerous. You tilted your head, smirk slow and cruel.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you murmured. “You’re not special. You just have a deep voice and recently got jacked.”
Taehyung huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. His hand came up, bracing against the sink beside you, boxing you in without touching you. The proximity was intentional, claimed.
“Funny,” he said. “For someone who doesn’t want me, you’re not trying very hard to leave.”
You glanced down, then back up at him through your lashes. “Maybe I just like watching you make a pathetic man of yourself.”
He hummed. “Or maybe, maybe you like when I look at you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”
Taehyung can see the way your eyes quickly moved to his mouth against your will. And he knew you hated that he noticed it.
“You’re obsessed,” you muttered, trying to get some control.
“Yeah,” he said easily. “With you.”
He knew the way he said it, so unashamed and unapologetic, made you feel some type of way.
You swallowed, jaw tightening again. “You’re a terrible friend.”
“I know,” Taehyung replied, eyes never leaving yours. “And I still want you.”
You tried to step back but your lower back hit the sink. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt without permission, like your body betrayed you before your mouth could keep up. And you tried to blame it on the way you destabilized yourself when you tried to step back. You realized too late Taehyung was already enjoying the motion.
His gaze dropped to your hand and then back to your eyes.
“There,” he murmured. “That.”
You tried to pull your hand back. He didn’t let you, not grabbing, just stepping closer so there was nowhere for it to go. Your legs were squeezing together. His jeans rasping your bare legs. His torso brushing your chest, heat radiating, tension coiled tight between you.
“Say it again,” he said softly.
“Say what?”
“That you don’t want me.”
You opened your mouth to protest but this time nothing came out.
Taehyung exhaled slowly, like he had reached the edge of his restraint. His hand lifted, grabbing your chin in his fingers without delicacy and tilting your face up.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
You did.
And when he kissed you, it was brutal.
It wasn’t soft or careful. Taehyung’s mouth crashed into yours like he was done pretending he had any restraint, like every thought he had swallowed all night finally snapped. It was messy, hungry, teeth knocking just slightly before it settled into something deeper and slow. His mouth tasting every place of yours, trying to memorize every single part of your mouth.
His hands were everywhere over your body at first, brushing them over your face and waist before one gripped your jaw, thumb pressing just enough to make you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed instantly. The other slid down your waist, firm, claiming and possessive, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’ll disappear if he let go. He crowded you back against the sink, body heat pinning you there, not gentle about it.
You made a sound, low, surprised, mad. Like you had woken up from the enchanted of the kiss. You bit his lower lip, trying to push him away. Taehyung groaned against your lips like it was exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck,” he muttered, barely pulling back, forehead resting against yours. His breath was hot, uneven. “You feel this and still wanna lie to me?”
Before you could answer, he kissed you again.
Deeper and slower this time. Like he had decided to savor it. His mouth moved with intent, like he knew exactly how to pull a reaction out of you, how to make your hands fist in his shirt, how to make your knees go weak even while you were trying to stay mad.
Your fingers slid up his neck, nails scraping just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. His grip tightened in response, hand slipping up your back, flattening you to him. There was no space left, no room to think.
The bathroom felt too small, it buzzed from the music outside. The mirror caught the movement, your bodies pressed together, his head tilted down, yours tipped back slightly, lips swollen, breath ruined.
Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, blown out, jaw tight like he was holding himself back from doing something much worse. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow, possessive.
“Okay. Now tell me to stop if you really want me to.”
You wanted to say something sharp, something mean.
Instead, you grabbed him again and kissed him back, harder and needy. And Taehyung let out a sound that was pure satisfaction as he kissed you like he had been waiting his whole life to finally have you, like he had been starving and you were the only thing that could ever fix it.
The fact that now you wanted him too made his heart beat like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Taehyung wanted to take it slow. Show you how good he could be for you, even though you had been so mean to him. But he couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to wait for you to change your mind. And as much as he wanted to have your mouth over his till the end of times, it took everything in him to pushed back enough to look at you in the eyes. His hands roaming all over your body before they settled in your waist.
God, he wanted to ruin you so bad.
You looked so good for him. Your hair messy, your lips swollen and red, your cheeks blushed, your eyes dark and lustful. For him, only for him. You were practically begging him to act up, looking like that. You were sinful.
“What are you doing?,” you asked breathily when he didn’t move.
Taehyung looked at you. “I want you to say it.”
“Say what?.”
“Say you want me.”
You titled your head, confused. You had finally accepted him and he was trying to make you say it out loud?. You didn’t know if you should’ve been mad or horny.
“Are you serious?.
“Say it,” he said. His voice deeper, firmer. “Say it and I’ll take care of you.”
You went silent, just for a second before looking at him prettily. “I want you.”
“Say it correctly.”
“I want you, Taehyung.”
You weren’t ashamed, you didn’t look shy or regretful. It was like it caused you satisfaction to say those words. Maybe because you knew the effect that you had on him.
And the way you said his name, the way your voice went so sweet, almost pouty... needy. Taehyung was only a man after all. And you had a way to make his head spin in the wrong ways. You gave him a smile that seemed like you were just begging him to ruin you. Taehyung didn’t think of him as a strong willed man. He could see you looking at him like that and it was game over for him.
With a hand on your chin, he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. He thought of all the ways that he would ruin you that night. The way you finally wanted him like that too. He wanted to burn his taste inside your mouth. He wanted you to be full of him in every way you could be. Just him, nobody else, not your ex boyfriend, not that man you were dancing with him. His, only his. And he knew that once he was done with you… you would come back for him, for more.
God, he was going insane.
His lips moved to your jaw, kissing down to your neck with desire, sucking hard and not caring whether or not it bruised. He imagined for a second how Jungkook would react to it. If tomorrow he showed up to your house, asking you to take him back only to find you covered in Taehyung’s marks. The thought made him rolled his eyes back, pleasure building in his stomach, making him rock hard. He wanted you more than words could let you know. He turned to marking you to show you just how bad he craved you, how much you were now his.
His right hand hovered over your body, slowly making his way between your thighs. You were so sweet for him, slowly opening your legs to give him better access. To invite him to touch you. He kissed your mouth as a reward, you were so obedient. Taehyung liked it, like the way you would do whatever you wanted to have your pleasure, to get off. He liked the way you choose him tonight, only him, to trust him with it.
He wasn’t going to disappoint you.
Taehyung ran his index finger through your folds over the cloth. He moaned into your neck, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your soaked panties. God, you were going to kill him. Have you been wet all night? or did he make you feel like this just now?. He couldn’t wait to put his mouth there between your legs. It was so soaked through that he could feel the outline of your pussy perfectly. He pushed his index finger just barely into your hole, feeling your panties scrunch up into it.
He pulled away to catch his breath, eyes full of lust as he watched your face contort with pleasure from his touch.
“You like that?,” Taehyung whispered in your mouth. His voice deeper, it made you clenched into nothing. “I’m going to touch you, okay?. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
His eyes were dark and blown out. He pulled your panties down just barely, letting them sit below your hip bones while he kissed your chin. He was agonizingly slow as he pulled further and further, not daring to reveal your cunt until you were desperate enough to say it out loud.
“Tae—”
“Yeah,” he nodded at you. “I like how you say my name like that, so pretty.” He kissed your mouth, hard, sweetly. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty for me.”
His fingers found your clit. You melted into the feeling, sighing in relief. Your hips twitched closer to his hand, making sure he won’t leave so soon.
“Yes, please.”
He stopped, making you whined.
Taehyung swallowed the noise, his cock twitching in his pants. Then he kissed you hard, tongue sliding in your mouth to prove how much he wanted you, messy, dirty. It felt perverted how much he wanted to have your mouth in his all the time. But he had a mission.
“Fuck, fuck.” He gave you a last peck before slowly kneeling. “Say please again.” You groaned and his fingers circled your clit again, this time with more intention. You bit your lip as he watched you trying to contain your pretty sounds. “Say it. Ask nicely, baby. And don’t bite your lips, I wanna hear you.”
You let a breathy moan, opening your legs wider while looking at him. “Please, Tae.”
“Please what, baby?.”
“Please touch me.”
“So sweet,” he kissed and bit your inner thighs. “So, so sweet for me. God, you’re so hot, baby. Gonna make you feel good. Wanna hear you, okay?. Make me hear you.”
Taehyung was so desperate, he felt feral. He almost was sure he could cry of joy. He had waited for so long, so patiently. You’ve finally broken, you finally wanted him back. You were finally spreading your pretty legs for him to touch you, to make you feel better. His cock was straining against his pants, he could feel his pre cum leaking profusely from his tip, but he ignored it completely to focus on you.
His hands quickly moved your skirt higher, leaving him a good sight of your cunt. He tried not to lose control, sliding your panties to the ground and taking them off before saving them in his pocket. He could moan from the sight. Your glistening cunt, so sweet and waiting for him.
Taehyung rubbed your slit and gathered your arousal on his fingers. You gasped as he glided his fingers across your clit, playing with the swollen bud for a minute, wanting to get you soaking before he stretched you out, before he could taste you. He circled his finger around your entrance, teasingly applying pressure just to watch you squirmed. He felt good, having you like that.
Even if he was on his knees he felt like he had the power. He was going to make sure you would come crying back to him every night asking for his touch, desperate, needy for him and no one else.
He dipped a finger into your hole, stopping once he was knuckle-deep. He fucked his long finger into you slowly, and you sighed at the relief. He watched his finger sink into you, humming in pleasure when he saw how it collected your wetness. Taehyung didn’t ask before he was inserting another one, already feeling your walls clenching at him for dear life. His fingers were so long, so mean, stuffing you so deep and full. He couldn’t wait to have his cock burry inside you. The stretch would feel like heaven, and he knew you were craving to be stuffed by him.
Taehyung increased his pace a little more, curling his fingers up. It took him a minute to find what he was looking for, but he knew he got it when you whined and your leg kicked out helplessly. It didn’t take you too long to put it around his shoulder, Taehyung hold it steady, gripping your fat thigh. You held yourself for dear life to the sink behind you. He kept pressing into that spot, curling his fingers up to hit it every time, relishing in the garbled moans that spill out of your mouth.
You arched your back and yelp at the sensation of him pressing against the spongy part inside of you roughly. He grinned and kept thrusting against that spot, watching your reactions with amused eyes. His head moved down between your thighs, biting and sucking at all the flesh his mouth could find.
And then he wrapped his lips around your clit once he grew tired of marking you.
“Tae— Ngh… shit.”
Taehyung could come from just your taste and your sweet sounds. He was sure of it.
His eyes almost rolled back at how much you were clamping down on him, his wet fingers making dirty noises of how hard he was fucking them inside you, wet sounds filling the buzz in the room. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to taste you correctly.
With a final hard suck on your clit, he took his fingers out of your entrance before eating you out properly. Taehyung thought you were such a dream when you were mewling and panting like that, eager for him. He licked you like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. At first very slow, dragging his tongue flat and firm to savour you and memorize you with his tongue. And then focusing in on your clit with a rhythmic flick that had your whole body jerking. He knew how to make you jump in pleasure now, and he loved knowing it.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft dark strands as you moaned shamelessly. He liked you like that, shameless, breakable.
His tongue moved down to your fluttering entrance, and his stomach clenched when he realized how empty you must feel for him. Taehyung couldn’t wait to fuck you, have you stuffed of him. But first, he stuffed his tongue inside you, making sure his nose stayed pressed against your clit. He moaned at your juices dripping on his taste buds and the way you tried to tighten around his tongue. He licked and rubbed at you as much as he could, determined to get his fill of your arousal.
Taehyung could swear he could cum untouched if he hadn’t waited so long for you to finally gave in. He swore he could die between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, sucking and lapping, moaning into your heat like he had found water after being thirsty. He was making the most unholiest, nasty dirty noises like it was a fucking heaven for him. And it was, it was a dream.
Taehyung was going insane.
Everything faded into a lofty state of bliss while he hungrily ate you out without taking a break, consumed with the urge to swallow you whole. He relished in the way you grabbed onto his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he barely pulled back for air all while he devoured you. The way you were squirming and rubbing yourself in his tongue and nose was a sight to behold, one that caused him to chase the friction that he earned when his aching, neglected cock rubbed in his pants, almost humping the air like a dog in heat.
You moaned, pulling him back by the hair. His mouth, nose and chin covered in your juices, he looked crazy drunk of you. He was crazy drunk of you.
“Tae—”
“Want you to cum on my mouth,” he tried to go back in but you pulled his hair harder.
“Taehyung fuck me already, please.”
Taehyung was sure you were a witch.
His cock jumped in his pants. In less than two seconds he was already standing up, badly cleaning his face with his shirt before stamping his lips into yours and kissing you hard. You moaned at your own taste. His kiss was messy, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you. How dirty and perverted he was for you.
You jolted when you felt his teeth on your jaw and neck, biting down and sucking hard. It made your hips push forward, and he moaned against you. His hard on poking at your thigh angrily, he start rubbing himself on you. Taehyung started to suck at your neck. the pressure was light, but enough to leave some marks. You played with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan.
Taehyung pushed you harder to the sink, unbuckling his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear to the ground. His cock jumped out. His tip was red and angry, leaking pre cum. Taehyung was big, and veiny. He saw the way your eyes narrowed down, as if you wanted to kneel and put it in your mouth.
Before he could stop you, you were already wrapping your hand around him. Your thumb brushed his tip, collecting the pre cum before passing it around his length. He groaned, closing his eyes and his head dropping to your shoulder while you started pumping his cock so sweet and softly. Like you were taking your time to make him suffer.
“You’re so big.” You said so sweetly, like you weren’t doing the nastiest shit ever. As if you didn’t make him have the dirtiest thoughts about you. “Your cock is so pretty, Tae.”
Your fingers could barely wrapped around his cock, your hand was hot and felt so good around him. Your long nails looked so pretty around him, so feminine, so in place. Shit, Taehyung knew wasn’t going to last much. You felt too good, You were so good for him, touching him like that. So sweet making him lost in pleasure. Your soft hands making him feel so—
Taehyung snapped open his eyes.
No, you weren’t the one that was supposed to have control. He promised he was going to make you feel good.
He took your hand out, softly, to not make you angry. He wrapped it around his cock and moved to give him space between your legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in your ear. “I want you to take it, okay?. Gonna take what I give you.” The head of his cock brushed your clit and it made your thighs jolt. “I’m gonna fuck you the way I want. Got it?” You quickly nodded. He grabbed your jaw with hardness, his gripped in your thigh around his waist was leaving a bruise. “Say it.”
“Yes,” you breathed out.
“Yes, what?” he gathered your arousal on his cock as he waited for your answer, sliding his tip through your folds, your juices coating all his length. And then his tip hit your clit angrily, so good it made you rolled your eyes for a second.
Your head was spinning, and you knew you shouldn’t let it happen, but fuck, you need it too. So badly. “Yes, yes. I’ll take it. Everything.” You whined. “Just fuck me already,” you caved, arching your back invitingly.
“Say please,” he teased.
“Taehyung—”
“Say it.”
“Mmm. Please, please, please…”
Taehyung gripped your thigh and slammed into you, hips snapping forward with a force that punched the air from your lungs. Your back arched, toes curling as the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. You felt so good, Taehyung hissed and dropped his forehead to your shoulder, pushing forward and brutally the last bit that wasn’t able to fit. It was rough, almost a little painful. He tried to held your legs open so he could try to press his hips flush against yours. You both groaned at the feeling, needing a minute to adjust.
Taehyung felt like heaven. He tried to think about the music outside, the buzz, the dirty bathroom and all the germs, the terrible dancers, the disgusting shots… he wanted to think other that wasn’t your cunt choking his cock so needing. No, he couldn’t. You were burning. You were wrapped around him so warm, so delicious. He could feel his thighs tensing, his grip in your skin tightened. You were so good, so perfect, your walls were swallowing him whole.
“Shit, so good. You— you feel so good.” Taehyung stuttered. He pulled out just a couple inches and rammed himself back in. You cried in his ear, feeling so deliciously full, it was almost overwhelming. “Yes, yes. Shit, you sound so sweet, baby. Tell me, tell me how much you like it.”
“S-so good. You feel so good.”
Oh. He was going to make a mess out of you.
Taehyung slammed his hips into yours harder, meaner. His tip touching the spongy spot it made you almost whimpered. His hand pressed hard in your lower tummy, making you squeeze him harder. Making you feel him completely inside you.
“Gonna fuck you so fucking good, you’re gonna keep coming back for more.” You could barely breathe, barely think. His cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you, your clit throbbing from how hard he was diving into you. “Gonna make you beg for it, just how you made me do it for years.”
He reached down, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles that made your whole body spasmed under him.
“Tae s’too much…” You stuttered, jaw dropping open with a gasp as he pounded into you without a care.
He gripped your hair, pulling your head back, your lips meeting in a hot, messy kiss. You were practically drooling with the way his cock was abusing your cunt. He was meaner, he was trying to prove something.
Your head fell back as he continued fucking you angrily. His mouth bit your already bruised throat, marking your skin as his.
“I told you, you’ll take what I give you.” He growled, his voice rough, wrecked. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be stretched, filled— fucked properly?” You shook your head, teeth biting down into your bottom lip roughly to suppress your moans. He chuckled dryly, moving his hips a little faster as he fucked you. “You were gonna choose a lame guy to what? Seek attention from your loser ex? You’re so pathetic, baby.” Taehyung felt on cloud nine, he couldn’t stop taking, couldn’t stop fucking you. “But it’s okay now. I’ll take care of it. Gonna make you dumb, huh? Gonna make you so dumb you won’t be thinking about him anymore.”
“Mhm, don’t stop,” you whined, pulling his hair.
“Did he touch you better than this?” He slammed his hips harder into you. “I’ll make you forget about him. This greedy cunt is mine now. Got it? He’ll probably be back begging for you to take him back,” his grip on you were bruising now. His thrusts came fast, filthy, brutal, skin slapping, breath ragged. “But you’ll be dripping and covered in me. Only me, baby— Only me. Won’t let you— won’t let you go one day without my cum, okay?. That fucking loser won’t have you, huh? He doesn’t deserve you… tell me you won’t take him back.”
You shook your head, “I won’t.”
“Say my name. Promise me you won’t take him back.”
“I won’t— I won’t take him back,” you whined, too drunk of him. “I promise, I promise, Tae.”
Taehyung was sure you didn’t know what you were saying, what he was making you say. Too drunk on him, too of a whore for his cock hitting the right places.
He rubbed your puffy clit faster. “That’s right. Y-you are gonna be crawling back to me, pretty. And I’ll fuck you like this. I’m the only— I’m the only one that can make you feel this good. Mm, shit— s’good. I should’ve been pumping this pretty cunt with cum every single day…”
Taehyung was already pounding you dizzy. And he felt his lower stomach tightened.
He knew he shouldn’t be so reckless. He should sprayed his cum on your thighs or in his hand. He knew that, but your cunt was sucking him in so tightly and so delicious that the only thing he could think of was his cum rushing deep inside of you. Consequences be damned, he thought. He’ll cum inside of you if he fucking wanted to.
You were his now, you looked so gorgeous only for him. He continued thrusting into you hard, never pulling out more than halfway, letting you take him deep inside your cunt. “oh my god, don’t stop,” you urged, nails digging into his neck and shoulders.
You were close. Taehyung felt your walls squeezing him harder. He moaned in your neck, you were sucking him so hard it was too much. He rubbed your clit desperately, helping you find your release. It didn’t take you too long to do so. Your high hit you like a truck, your nails scrapped his shoulder, your mouth parting to moan loudly. You closed your eyes, walls closing so hard and your juices coating his cock. Your vision went blurry, your breathing uneven.
Taehyung’s cock twitched inside you. His eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your skin as he heard your whimper. That hit his final straw, his forehead hit your shoulder as he felt succumbing to the sweet release. He didn’t even stop as he came undone, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy cunt and spurting down onto your thighs.
He was unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. You tried to push him away, whining overstimulated, but he didn’t let you. He needed it so bad, and so much more he kept slowly rutting into you, his cock softening inside you as he allowed himself to keep going. The overstimulation was getting to him, teeth sinking back into his lip as he tried to contain his whiny moans until his legs twitched, his eyes fill with tears and his cock ached asking him to stop, even if he didn’t want to.
It took you both a couple of minutes to catch your breath and come back to reality. The buzz of the music and noise outside hitting you back to reality. Taehyung felt you trying to push him away again, maybe to clean yourselves and go back outside. Finishing whatever had happened there.
But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want it to the end just yet.
Taehyung pulled apart, giving you a soft kiss before sliding out of you. You let a breathy moan, feeling your cunt expelling his cum and pulsating hard, very sensitive. He didn’t give you time to react before he was kneeling again, opening your legs apart to watch your pussy clenching at the tingling sensation of his cum dripping down.
His mouth was salivating at the sight. And he thought it was perfect. That is perfect. He wanted to see you covered in him. Your cunt puffy and swollen, overstimulated and asking for mercy. He wanted to give you all he had to offer to you. He wanted you to take it all, even if you couldn’t not more.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, voice raspy and dragging it. He looked at you, dark gaze and starry eyes. “Don’t do— Mmhg, fuck!— Taehyung!”
His mouth was on you in an instant, tongue lapping up the mess he had uncovered like he didn’t care about anything else. His eyes rolled back at the taste, eating his own cum from your cunt. The first swipe was slow, tasting every bit of the slick coating your folds. He thought it was the perfect taste, the perfect meal. Both of you dripping from your hole.
The next one was rougher, hungrier, tongue pressing deeper as he groaned into your heat. He wanted nothing more than that.
“Wait, wait. Too much, s’too much, can’t…” You cried out.
You tried to pushed him away, you were too sensitive, he could tell. Your lips were swollen and your clit was so puffy and red. You were so cute, so sensitive, so weak. But Taehyung liked it, you couldn’t do anything than just take it. He gripped at you stronger, making you wrapped your leg around his shoulder and holding you in place as he licked you clean, every part of you dirty heat getting clean with his mean tongue.
Your back arched and he was sure that was the best view. Watching you break apart, legs open, back arched, trembling and moaning for him, in his tongue. Accepting your fate. Not being able to push him away, too week to fight. You just had to take it and enjoy it.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to have you like that again. Stuffed by him, lying in his bed, in his sofa. Against his walls, in his kitchen counter. Taehyung was sure that wouldn’t be the last time. There was no way he could spent more than a week not tasting you, not feeling your heat in his face. Not being deep inside you. He couldn’t bear the thought of it. He wouldn’t have it that way.
Taehyung got sloppy with it, getting more into it. He didn’t care about how messy he got, lips and chin completely covered of your juices but he loved it. He practically drowned himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he was afraid you’ll slip away. But you weren’t, you really couldn’t. He was holding you open for him.
He pressed your thighs harder and pulled slightly apart. Your head quickly moved to look at him, exasperated, you looked troubled. Maybe trying to stop him, maybe looking for your next release. You were so pretty. Taehyung looked up at you and his cock twitched in his pants, dying to get hard again for you. You were a mess, tears spilling down your cheeks, your face red and your lips pouty. You were so cute, so overstimulated, so sensitive. Taehyung could come from that sight. He was so drunk of you, chin full of your juices and swollen lips. He thought you were the prettiest like that, ruined by him.
He dived back, his head back into your cunt, his eyes still glued to yours as he sucked on your clit, hard and mad. And it didn’t take you too much to come undone. He didn’t look away, not even when you sobbed and rubbed into his mouth desperate. He didn’t look away when he drank all your juices, and he didn’t look away when he cleaned you up like a starved man.
“S-stop! Please, please, Taehyung, stop—”
You tried to pull him away from you by his hair, your grip so weak he could just push your hands away and dive back into you. But he didn’t, he wasn’t that mean. Not when you look so pretty fucked up, begging for mercy.
God, you were so fucked. So ruined by him. He loved it. He loved it so much. You were a piece of art he had made.
You were still catching your breath, thighs trembling, almost sobbing and tears falling down your cheeks when Taehyung kissed you again, deep and dirty, like he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was sloppy, messy. He thrusted his tongue into your mouth so he could make you taste everything. Him, you.
He wanted to engraved himself into you forever.
Taehyung pulled apart, and held you softly between his arms, letting you come back to reality. It took a couple of minutes, voices barging outside to hurry up because someone wanted to use the bathroom. He barely cared about it. His hands grabbing your face to watch you, cleaning your dry tears with his thumb and making you look at his eyes with your now dumb gaze.
“You’re okay, baby?” He brushed your cheek sweetly. “I’m gonna clean you up now, okay? Just talk to me.”
“Uhm,” you nodded weakly. “Just need a second.”
Taehyung chuckled, watching you try to act tough. “It’s okay, take all the time you need.”
When you were able to stood by yourself, Taehyung cleaned himself quickly before grabbing some paper to start cleaning your thighs with delicacy, softly.
There was a silence. Taehyung was stretching the time cleaning you. Like he didn’t want to break the bubble you were both in. Because he didn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. He didn’t want you to let go yet. It felt too soon. I felt wrong. He just wanted to take you back home, put you in his bed so you could rest and then fuck you again and again the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that too…
You hummed, trying to get his attention. “Tae,” you called. He watched you from below, gaze softer. Your eyes weren’t so bright now. Now a little more grounder and sober than before. “We can’t tell Jungkook about this.”
Taehyung stopped breathing for a second. It felt like the little bubble you were both in had exploded. His blood burned hot all over his body. Why were you even thinking about him now? It pissed him off. A minute ago you were shaking and crying for him and now you were thinking about Jungkook?.
He wanted to fuck you stupid again. Make you beg and cry for making him mad. Make you ask for forgiveness. Make you suffer a little for him…
His phone buzzed in his pants pocket.
Taehyung took it, almost too aggressively, to find a lot of missing calls and messages.
Jungkook: arrived at the party
Jungkook: where are you?
Jungkook: do you know if she’s here?
second part with jungkook: better than him
idk what’s wrong with me and these nasty ass one shots but everytime i smoke is like i can’t write more angst but only porn 😓😓
this was nasty ashellll i’m so sorry. i feel like i have to confess my sins to god or something
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[ here´s a bunch of throwback fics that i hold dearly in my heart ]
LEMME INTRODUCE YOU TO SOME 2023 ART PIECES BY ( @wildestdreamsblog ). If you´re into angsty, manipulative, possessive, obsessive, soft yan!bts as much as i was you´re gonna love these, trust. 1) finding out they cheated on you - hyung line ver. / maknae line ver. 2) trying to move on - maknae line ver. / hyung line ver.
bewitched - ( @borathae) smut, fluff, vamp!yoongi, witch!reader, you put a spell on him so he cant cum till you say so, ON MY SOUL I FELT THIS ALL THE WAY TO MY TOES, the smut is gewwwd and the fluff is amazing ughhh, loved it
i´ll float away - ( @ppersonna ) angst, hea. yoongi idol!au. LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING RIGHT NOW,, THIS IS THEE BEST YOONGI ANGST IN THIS WHOLE SITE, POINT BLANK PERIOD, TRUST. a wHOLE 2020 banger. It has STRONG topics so read the warnings
belly bulge -( @euphoricfilter ) bf!joon ,,,,,do you even have to ask what this is about?, ITS A LOT GOING ONNNNNN, talking about big beeffy thick wide strong bear built namjoon and his big ol dicc, who wouldnt like this??, he jerks himself off throught your stomach...
forg_tful - ( @joon4eva ) namjoon. established relationship, angstt, fluff, this one makes me cry every tIMEEEE, he forgets something important for the 2394823948th time so reader thinks he just doesn´t care, he doesn´t like being away from her :((((, but he owns it up bc he is a grown mature emotionally stable man, we love it
split - ( @sombreboy ) smut, snake hybrid!jimin, he has a fORKED tongue and TWO cocks!!!! :D NOW THIS, i remember reading it a long time ago and thinking it was the best hybrid!jimin fic out there, i´ve read about him being a cat, a dog, etc but a SNAKE??? now that´s new, loved it
love language - ( @rmnamjoons ) soulmate au, mute!reader, non idol!joon. THE FLUFF IS BEAUTIFULLLLLLL, i love joons pov before meeting her, and the day the meet???? i died, it was so cute
trust me - ( @bbangtan-ddaeng ) ANGSTTTT YESSS, and also? NO HEA. idol!namjoon . he thinks you cheated on him. ITSS GEWWWDD pls read pt. 2 as well. matter fact, just go ahead and read EEEEVERY piece of work of her´s, it´s an angst fest.
faded love - ( @jamaisjoons ) angst, fluff, cheating husband!jimin, ceo!jimin. "he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you." ANGST FESSSTTTT, another one for my personal collection, i love this sm
let love be enough - ( @jingabitch ) ex-husband!tae, cheater!tae, divorce au, you meet again after 20 years on your daughter´s wedding. YUPPP this is an angst fest right here, probably my favorite tae angsty fic out there, i LOVE IT
the curse of a crush - ( @army-author ) fluff, supernatural au, down bad witch!taehyung, witch!reader, he´s so in love with you he thinks you´ve cursed him with a love potion, SO CUTEEE
night after night - ( @brown-bi-beautiful ) smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it
you good?? - ( @mono-moonchilds ) drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak
crave you - ( @7deadlysinsfics ) idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll
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Next up: You - Don Toliver
Trying not to front like I don't want to fuck you
You make me want to use that body, till we up that climate
Love, remind me, how do you define it
A/N: This may be the horniest thing I have ever written omg barefaced Tae with glasses is everything. This is a longer one-shot because I'm not sold on continuing this as a mini series, but god, I could write about nerdy sub tete all day ✮ . Also, every time Tae is awkward, imagine tata mic face as I intended tysm
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note: listen to both songs above while reading to get the full experience ♡
summary: Taehyung was every mother's dream son-in-law. He worked hard at his high-paying IT job; he woke up early to go to the gym, ate dinner at the exact same time, and went to bed early. You, on the other hand, are not one to settle down; you are young, gorgeous, smart, and independent. He’s disciplined in all areas of his life, except when you’re around. When he runs into you again on a night out with his friends, he knows that he’s about to be a puddle in your hand: you're the only one who can bring out the type of man he really is.
pairing: au nerdy salary man sub!tae x dom fem!reader
wc: 11k, ~40 min
themes: slowish burn plot, tete wants u so baddd its so cute, smut, shy pussy drunk tae, dom/sub, minor bondage, face sitting, praise, spitting, overstimulation, and more i don't want to spoil it just read it you'll scream
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Taehyung was the furthest thing from a clubgoer; he hated crowds, he hated the music that thumped in his chest but felt awkward to bounce to, and he didn’t like that everyone tends to get a little more stupid. He also wasn’t good at saying no. His university friend was getting married, and as one of the groomsmen, it was pretty integral for him to show up to the bachelor party tonight.
Taehyung was fresh out of the shower: hair damp, moisturized, clean-shaven. He popped the last spoonful of his dinner into his mouth as he rinsed the last of his dishes. Quiet R&B sang through the apartment as he tidied up—he liked a clean apartment to come home to. Or maybe he was procrastinating getting ready. He didn’t even know what to wear tonight. A nice shirt, a turtleneck? Jeans?
The blow dryer deafened him as he dried his hair. He thought about what he was going to say and who he was going to talk to. He wanted to set a strategy for his night so that he could strike a balance between seeming enthusiastic and getting to go home. What if the music was terrible and he looked bored? It will be too loud to talk. What if he comes off as rude? He puffed air out of his cheeks nervously as he got ready. Not only did he not want to go to a club, but he also didn’t know how.
His toothbrush dangled out of his mouth as he finished styling his hair. His glasses slid down his nose bridge as he tilted his head forward to assess his hair in the mirror. He scooped out a dime-sized glob of pomade and ran it through his hair before giving it a fluff. He aimed to arrive early at ten, so he could find an excuse to leave early before his friends inevitably got wasted and stupid. He groaned at the thought of staying up so late. Ten was usually when he went to sleep.
On top of supporting his friend tonight, he was being set up with a new girl tonight. Well, sort of. Min-woo and his fiancée, Nina, were celebrating together tonight, and both of them recommended that Taehyung meet an old classmate of theirs. His friends insisted that he needed more excitement in his life. Although he sometimes protested, he agreed: being single at thirty was not his plan.
Taehyung had a good job in IT, a sector that he was good at, paid well, and let him work alone for most of his time. His job earned him this gorgeous high-rise two-bedroom condo that he lived in alone. His building had a well-maintained gym that he went to almost every day at six in the morning, before he would shower, eat breakfast and be out the door by 8:15. He had enough friends who kept him company when he needed it, and otherwise he liked to keep to himself. His dinner time was 7:30pm without fail, and he was happy with his “little hamster wheel of a life”, according to his friends.
After years of being teased and worrying his parents for being chronically single, he caved and agreed to meet this friend-of-a-friend.
She’s a nice girl who works at Kookmin Bank. Her family lives in Cheongdam-dong, and she’s from good money. Perfectly suitable as a wife, if you ask me.
Maybe it was his introversion, or the fact that he had to abandon his bedtime tonight, but he was moving more slowly tonight. Forgive his lack of enthusiasm, but Taehyung had tried his hand with a small handful of women, and all of them would satisfy his parents, but ultimately, he felt like there was nothing there. Enough romance movies and endless hours listening to ballads wrote him out to be a serial romantic, and unfortunately, he’s only met women who were a little too polite, overly performative with their status and equally as uninteresting as him. Every woman he met was gentle and respectful to him, not in a way that made him feel appreciated, but made him feel like they pitied him. Every new introduction to another investment banker made him reel in his lack of a love life.
“Aishh,” he mumbled to himself as he struggled to button the last cuff of his shirt.
He looked in the mirror and adjusted his sleeves. He couldn’t figure out what to wear, so he settled on his go-to for any sort of dressy event: a crispy white dress shirt tucked into his favourite black tailored pants and a black tie. He skipped the blazer; he already looked enough like he was attending a wedding.
Taehyung’s car arrived within ten minutes, and he took one last look in his mirror by the door and licked his lower lip. Here goes nothing.
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The club was packed, dark, and dirtier than Taehyung was comfortable with. The bouncer had IDed him, which embarrassed him. Why the fuck did he think he was younger than nineteen? Bodies bumped past him as he squeezed through the crowd, trying to find his people. The room smelled of cigarettes, spilled drinks, and sweat. The music was loud, very loud, and he thought about how his vinyl player at home always played at the perfect pace and volume for his delicate ears.
Just an hour or so, then I can head home.
“There he is!” Taehyung’s friend wrapped his arms around him and gave him a pat on the back. “I’m glad you made it out tonight. I know it isn’t your thing.”
Min-woo was Taehyung’s classmate from university. Despite being a little older than him, the two had many classes together, and Taehyung helped Min-woo finally graduate. Gap years are crucial to finding yourself in your twenties, Taehyung-ssi.
“Hi, Min-woo hyung,” he said with a polite smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets, letting Min-woo introduce him to a handful of other attendees. Taehyung rounded the circle with bows, handshakes, and tight-lipped smiles. Everyone else was drinking or drunk and had come with plus ones. Figures.
“Oh, and this is Soo-min,” Min-woo gestured to a petite girl standing next to him. She gave you a polite bow, and Taehyung returned the gesture.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke softly under the loud music.
Soo-min was a pretty, innocent-looking girl with light brown hair that fell to her collarbones. She wore light makeup and contact lenses that made her eyes look bigger. Her skin was very fair, and she was very thin. Her smile was symmetrical and perfectly white. Gangnam dentist, for sure. She was in a pretty dress that flowed down to below her knees, and to be honest, she looked exactly the type of girl Taehyung’s parents wanted him to marry. She also looked like she shouldn’t be here. She practically looked like him.
“Soo-min, Taehyungie here is in IT.”
“Oh, that’s so interesting,” she said with a perfectly constructed smile.
No, it wasn’t.
“Yeah, thanks,” Taehyung replied shyly, and he awkwardly nodded along to the beat of the music and looked around the room.
“So, you earn quite a lot then.” She continued with a small nod.
“Uh, I put a mortgage down on my condo a year ago, so,” he trailed off, fluffing the back of his hair. This felt painful.
The music drowned out most of the conversation, but it bled on with lots of polite yeses and nos, and lots of direct questions that Taehyung felt awkward answering. What was your GPA? How big is your apartment? Where do your parents live now?
Min-woo appeared beside him, clearly a little more inebriated than before.
“Taehyung-ssi,” he mumbled in his ear, his breath smelling of a mix of various drinks. “She’s nice, right? Soo-min went to school with Nina; she can be a little snobbish, but hey, Gangnam money gets you a long way, huh?” He chuckled.
Taehyung nodded before excusing himself to go to the bar and get a drink. He didn’t even drink that much; he just wanted to escape the job interview he was being subjected to with his playdate back there.
Was it too early to try to go home?
He made a few ignored attempts at flagging the bartender down before giving up and just standing there, lightly bobbing his head to the beat of the music.
This night was going to feel like forever.
“Hi, Tae.”
A chill went down his spine at the sound of your voice. Fuck.
He turned around to meet your eyes, and they almost immediately fell to scan your body unintentionally. You looked as beautiful as ever. It was like you knew every single little detail he liked about you and multiplied it.
Your long dark hair cascaded off your shoulders and danced across your back, swirling and bouncing around the pretty ornaments inked into your shoulders, arms and collarbone. The glitter in your lip gloss danced under the lights as you spoke, and your lashes were full and spiky like a doll.
You wore a black top that left your tattoos and round breasts in perfect display, fuck me, Taehyung thought. Your legs looked so long in your tiny black skirt and wrapped in sheer black pantyhose, and your eyeliner wrapped your eye in a way that made you look like a cat. Like a siren.
You smiled up at him and turned your head back towards the bar. Taehyung swallowed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
You two had met last year at a mutual friend’s housewarming party, and ever since that day, you had completely knocked the wind out of Tae’s lungs. Against everyone’s–and his own expectations, and despite his attempts to keep it under control, you were exactly what he dreamed of. The perfect opposite of him, you were confident, carefree, so unapologetically seductive. The way you commanded a room so easily when Taehyung was barely acknowledged made his stomach flip. And it flipped even more when he knew that you liked seeing him.
You two had slept together for the first time several months ago, a secluded conversation at a party became roaming hands and the type of kissing that made his glasses fog up. That day was the beginning of Taehyung’s psychological torment. He knew that you didn’t do relationships, and that any attempt at getting to know you was futile. According to all factors, you were bad for him, but it didn’t stop his addiction. At any given point on any day, he would drop anything if you asked for it. And he was so ashamed to admit that he was wrapped right around your manicured finger.
“Hello, Y/N. It’s…it’s good to see you.” He stammered. His tie suddenly felt too tight.
You didn’t even look at him, but a small smile spread on your lips, like you were saying I know. He didn’t take any offence—he felt unworthy of your gaze. You leaned over the bar and waved the bartender down with ease, the large-framed man showing up in just a few moments.
“Anything to drink, Tete?” You swirled a tendril of hair around your finger. He blinked and turned to the bartender.
“Uh, I’ll have a glass of white wine?”
You giggled, and he let out an awkward laugh. God, he felt like such a loser.
“And a gin and tonic, please,” you nodded at the bartender, and he whisked away.
“Long time no see,” you said, still watching the bar. From your peripheral vision, you knew Taehyung was staring directly at you; he could never help it. “I would never expect to see you at a club.”
“Err, I’m here for Min-woo. He asked me to be his groomsman for the wedding.”
“How sweet,” you hummed, “You’re not over there with the group?”
“No, there’s a–” Taehyung was about to tell you about Soo-min, but he held his tongue. “Just needed some space.”
You smirked. “Party not good over there?”
Taehyung laughed a little. “It’s okay. Just a lot of people I don’t know.”
“Nina told me she was setting you up tonight.” You turned to face him, an innocent smile splayed across your face.
“Uh,” Taehyung faltered for a moment. “Sort of. I just met her, she’s…nice.”
You cocked your head slightly, not convinced.
“...Nice. That’s cute. She seems like a sweet girl. I hope she’s good for you.”
Taehyung felt a burn in his chest at your approval of his play date. He didn’t want your blessing: he wanted you.
A few moments later, the bartender returned with the two drinks. Taehyung pulled his wallet out, eager to buy you a drink. But before he could even try to pay, the bartender interrupted.
“It’s on me,” the bartender spoke directly to you, his eyes twinkling with charm. “Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t have to pay.”
“Oh, that’s sweet, thank you,” you cooed, leaning in to take a sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact with the tall man on the other side of the bar. Your tongue flicked out to lick your straw innocently before feeding it into your mouth. Taehyung felt his stomach drop.
The bartender turned the card machine to Taehyung, the total only including his own drink. He awkwardly shoved his credit card in the slot while the bartender and you were basically eye fucking.
“What’s your name?” The bartender continued.
“Y/N,” you said with a smile. You tilted your head to one side, letting your hair fall over your back and reveal the bare skin of your shoulder.
“I’m San.” The man leaned a little closer to you, his biceps flexing in his fitted black T-shirt with the cuffs rolled up. “Pleasure.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said, tilting your glass in your hands.
“You come here alone tonight, Y/N?” San leaned in, almost whispering in your ear over the loud music.
“I’m here with friends,” you continued, not backing down from the close distance.
“And yet, you’re here at the bar by yourself,” San continued, smirking at you.
And I’m invisible, apparently, Taehyung thought to himself.
“Just taking a breather,” you replied with a coy smile.
Taehyung knew that you were a flirt, but it made his skin crawl all the same, being subjected to watching you charm someone else. He took a large swig of his wine, letting the dryness wash down his throat.
You and the bartender chatted for a few moments as the music thumped on, and Taehyung felt his chest get tight with jealousy. Over what? You barely saw each other. The last time he even spoke to you was at New Year's, when you two ended up doing a little more than talking. You weren’t his to claim.
He finished the last of his wine with a gulp and set the glass down behind him.
“Anyway, I have to go. Nice meeting you,” you turned and gave Taehyung’s tie a gentle but commanding tug. “Let’s go, Tete.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows raised as he helplessly obeyed you like a puppy. As you pulled him through the crowd by the tie, he turned back quickly to see San looking dumbfounded. Taehyung felt a small amount of triumph that you had chosen to abandon the hot bartender for an IT guy who drinks wine at a nightclub.
Your hand gently guided him through the crowd by his tie, and he followed you like a dog on a leash. You released your hold on him in the center of the dance floor, away from the rest of your friends.
The crowd enveloped you two, and you turned to face Taehyung, draping your arms around his neck.
“Dance with me,” you murmured into Taehyung’s ear. He nervously looked around the room before looking down at you, your eyes glimmering with a presiding playfulness.
How could he possibly refuse?
He quickly swiped his already sweating palms on the back of his trousers before wrapping them around your waist, swaying a little to the beat of your body, the two of you moving against each other inconspicuously.
“So, you’re attending the wedding,” he began, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip nervously.
You hummed, dipping your head over to one side to enjoy the music.
“Yes, I went to check out the venue with Nina last week,” you said, tilting your head back and letting the colourful lights dance across your face.
In the dim lights, your lips glistened as you spoke, and he felt like he was being hypnotized.
You were not the type of woman his parents would necessarily approve of, but he stared at you like you were Aphrodite herself.
“Are you…going alone?”
You were unfazed by his question and kept swaying your head and waist with him slowly.
“Mm, probably. I don’t think it’s appropriate to go to a wedding with a guy I’m just sleeping with, do you?”
A guy you were sleeping with. Of course, there were probably others.
He wanted to walk away; he knew it was so much better for him to fight this. Every time you saw each other, Taehyung went home with a hole in his chest. But you were intoxicating, an oasis to a dying man, an opiate to an addict, and he cursed himself for falling under your spell.
The music transitioned into something slower, warmer, more intimate. You smiled up at Taehyung innocently and dropped your hands from his neck and turned around, your bum grazing gently against his pants as you continued moving your hips.
“This okay?” you tutted, pressing your back against his chest and moving his hands back over your hips and upper thigh.
“Fuck—“ Taehyung blinked hard, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. “Fuck me.”
“If that’s what you really want,” you purred, your hips still rolling and swaying against his pants, letting his hands park themselves on your hips, guiding you as you rocked your hips against his.
You’re dancing on him so torturously and purposefully that Taehyung felt like he should have paid for it. He looks up at the ceiling momentarily and makes a face like he was asking God for forgiveness, before dropping his head back down to watch you with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Y/N, what are you doing to me?”
He had done so well for the last few weeks. He woke up early, went to the gym, slept on time, and has been very productive at work. He kept himself on a tight routine because he believed that maintaining order in his life would give him the discipline to have a good life. And the strength to stay away from you. To not crave you as he does so wildly and intensely when he’s too ashamed to admit it.
“You don’t like dancing with me, Tete?” You cooed, your arms coming up over your head to gently touch Taehyung’s shoulders behind you.
Taehyung couldn’t respond right away. The friction of you rubbing up against his pants drove him crazy, and your hair gently brushing against his chest as you moved made his heart race. He could feel himself getting stiff in his boxers, and his eyelids got heavier as his grip around your waist moved lower ever so slightly, down to your hips. He knew that you could feel him hardening beneath you as well, and you turned your head to look back at him, flashing him a torturously innocent smile.
“Why do you do this to me?” Taehyung mumbled, speaking as softly as possible to not offend you because, even though he protested, he would die if you stopped looking at him like that.
“Because,” you let your lips graze his cheek, “you’re such a pretty, good boy.”
A breathy groan escaped his lips before he shut his mouth, trying his best to hold it together. You two remained glued to each other, his hands slowly moving lower, and lower, a little firmer.
The song ended, and you turned around, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” you spoke sweetly into his face, inches from his mouth.
And with that, you whisked away and disappeared into the crowd.
Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He glanced around the crowded room, checking if anyone saw him. He was now almost entirely hard in his trousers, the material of his pants rough against his crotch and making him falter at any friction.
He puffed air out of his cheeks. As quickly as you had appeared, you had left him here, frustrated, flushed, and wanting.
“Oh, there you are.”
Taehyung turned around to see Soo-min, with a soft smile on her face.
“Soo-min, hi.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the tent in his pants.
“We were wondering where you had wandered off to,” she said with a small laugh.
Taehyung let out an awkward laugh.
“Just needed some air,” he blurted, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence.
“...In the middle of the dance floor?”
“Ah–” he faltered. He was crumbling a little.
“Anyway, it’s getting late for me, I’m going to head out,” he continued, bowing slightly to Soo-min. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Already? It’s not even midnig–”
“Tete.”
Taehyung turned immediately at the sound of your voice like a reflex. You were already smirking at him when he turned around, and he knew that he had been caught. By Soo-min, by you. No matter what he protested, no matter what he told others, you owned him. He wanted to hold his ground so badly, but his movements betrayed him, and he knew that no matter what he told himself, his body was yours. The way you said his nickname like a command, he fantasized about being at your beck and call all day.
“Sorry, excuse me,” Taehyung murmured to Soo-min, before following closely behind you like your pet.
Although your back was to him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you heard his footsteps behind you. Just the type of man you wanted.
The city sounds drowned out the music behind him as Taehyung stepped back out onto the pavement. The cool wind hit his face like a splash of cold water, sobering him up from the heavy spell he was under inside.
You flicked your lighter and leaned in to light your cigarette, the orange light of the flame illuminating all the jewelry hanging from your ears. Your eyes glowed with the light, like a jaguar looking at its prey. You exhaled your smoke and took a step closer to him.
“Bring me home,” you said with a smile, draping your arms over his neck. His heart skipped a beat at your request, but he pushed those thoughts down.
“Let me call you a car,” he offered, his hand gently holding you at your lower back, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He was using all of his might not to look into your eyes. “To make sure you get home safely.”
You watched while he pulled up his rideshare app on his phone. A finger came up to lower his screen, forcing him to look at you. Those eyes. Your gaze skewered him through the throat, holding any of his words hostage.
“Gentlemen bring their women all the way home,” you cooed, pushing his phone back down.
Tae looked at you. He was fighting an internal war against your temptation. He knew you didn’t love him. He knew that the past year was just you having fun and him being caught up in his own serial romanticism. You weren’t evil; you had made your intentions very clear, from the first time you let him fuck you in the walk-in closet at a friend’s condo during a house party. He was stronger than that now. He finished his military service, and he strengthened his mind, his body, his discipline.
Which meant he felt even more helpless when he lost all control when you looked up at him with those eyes, smelling like vanilla and black coffee.
Fuck it.
And just like that, the car was a few minutes away, routed back to his condo.
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The key fumbled a little in his hands as Taehyung unlocked his door. The room was dark and smelled faintly of sandalwood, the candle that he had been burning earlier. Thank god he had cleaned the kitchen before leaving. Your heels clicked on his hardwood floors behind him, and he swallowed. He couldn’t believe that this time, you were inside his own home, standing in his living room. Like you were his.
Taehyung hadn’t even gotten to turn any of the lights on before you had backed him towards his own couch, letting his legs hit the seat and fall gently onto the cushions. The glowing city view illuminated the two of you in shadows and low exposure. You straddled his lap and licked a wet line tracing his neck and jawline, causing a small whimper to escape his lips.
You lingered over his lips for a painfully long time, testing the waters of how badly he wanted this. He shuffled under you; the weight of you against his trousers made his hard-on painfully apparent. But that was the least of his concerns with you in his lap, your foreheads pressed together.
“You look so pretty under me, angel,” you cooed against his mouth. “Kiss me?”
Taehyung moaned against your mouth and tilted his head upwards so that your lips finally connected.
He kissed you desperately, needy, pathetic. His lips smashed into yours like he was in a hurry.
He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at you for a quick moment, making sure to lock eyes with you before leaning in and kissing you again.
This wasn’t a brash decision, he was desperate for you to know. He was kissing you with intention; he wanted you with his whole body, and he needed you to know he wasn’t a compulsive man despite your lips hitting him like a drug.
He wanted you to know that when he whimpered and whined for you, he did it earnestly and without hesitation.
And that’s the kind of attitude that got you so fucking wet.
You let your bum grind down on his crotch, and he let out a groan into your mouth.
“Please don’t do this to me,” Taehyung begged, bucking his hips slightly up towards you. You smiled down at him mischievously and lowered yourself to the ground, now sitting between his legs on the floor.
You let him watch you intently as you unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp of his trousers, and pulled down his zipper.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
You let his cock spring free, long and thick and slightly curved. Your mouth watered at the sight, and behind it, Taehyung was red in the face. He covered his face with one hand, shyness washing over him all over again, as you grazed your lips against his dick, blowing air gently over his sensitive red tip that was already leaking precum.
“So hard already, baby,” you cooed. “Did I do something to you?” Taehyung rolled his head back, tossing his head in protest as you held his legs open with your hands, continuing to tease him.
“What a pretty cock just for me, hm?” Little praises fell from your lips as you gripped him softly, your thumb swiping up the glistening fluid dribbling from his tip. “You needed this badly, didn’t you?”
Taehyung looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a pout; his glasses had slid a little lower down his nose bridge; he looked so needy and desperate.
“Please, Y/N. I’ll be—“ he cried. “I’m a good boy.”
You smiled up at him before finally parting your lips and wrapping them warmly around the tip of his flushed, needy cock. Taehyung’s hips bucked up a little at the touch, and he hissed and dropped his head back. His reaction sparked something low and deep in your abdomen. You loved seeing what you did to him. Your tongue poked out, twisting and licking him like a sweet candy.
“Mmph,” he whined, his brows knitting together and his mouth forming an O. “Just like that, please, please.”
You granted his wish, sinking your mouth deeper down on his twitching cock, the heat from your mouth enveloping him in a way that made him feel dizzy. His head was leaned back on his couch, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to memorize the way your mouth felt on him.
His hips unintentionally thrust towards your mouth harder, his cock dipping deeper towards the back of your throat.
Ring. Ring.
Taehyung’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his phone ringing. He leaned over and fumbled for his phone on the couch before seeing who the caller was. Min-woo.
He rushed to silence his phone, pressing urgently on the volume button. You raised your brow before sliding your mouth off of his dick with a messy wet pop. He let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact.
“It’s okay. Answer it.”
“I—uh…okay,” he stammered, before reaching for his phone again. His thumb slid the answer button across the screen.
“Ne, Min-woo Hyung,” he cleared his throat, fumbling with the buckle of his belt that hung open below his hips now.
Taehyungie! You left already?
“Ah, yeah, I'm sorry, early morning for me tomorrow.” He looked at you apologetically as he spoke; you were straddling the floor with your skirt riding up your thigh. Tae swallowed the lump in his throat.
Ahh, shame I didn’t get to say bye. Did you have fun?
“Yeah, it was fun,” he mumbled. He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly, desperate to keep the conversation short.
You flipped your hair over your shoulder and looked up at him with an evil smile, before picking up his still twitching cock again and flicking your tongue mercilessly over his flushed tip.
Taehyung’s eyes went wider than ever as he realized what you were doing. You took him back into your mouth and swallowed the tip, engorging him in your saliva. Your one hand came up to take care of the rest of his length, pumping slowly and firmly as you milked him into your mouth. His mouth fell open as he watched you. You were a witch.
Anyway, how was Soo-min! Did you get a chance to introduce yourself?
You heard the mention of her name through the receiver and smirked. Your tongue twisted itself around the shaft of his cock, licking a fat, wet stripe up the base.
Taehyung stifled a groan and pulled his phone away from his face to try to hide his noises. His brows furrowed together in protest as you pulled your tongue away from his cock. A rope of saliva draped between your lips and the tip of his dick, before breaking. Your lips were flushed and wet, and you blinked innocently at him.
“Don’t let me distract you,” you cooed sweetly, before dipping your head back down into him and continuing to swallow him whole.
“Oh—fuck,” Taehyung whined, still holding his phone at arm's distance away.
Hello? Tae?
He snapped his phone back to his ear and cleared his throat again.
“Soo-min! Yes, she’s a nice girl.”
She might be interested in seeing you again. You know, maybe not at a club next time. Min-woo laughed on the other end.
But Taehyung wasn’t listening. He was watching you torture his cock with your lips and tongue, your pretty eyes staring up at him all innocently through your long, thick lashes.
“Y—yeah. Maybe I’ll reach out to her.”
No pressure, she says she didn’t really get to talk to you much tonight. It was probably my fault for trying to set this up at a club.
Taehyung might as well have been deaf.
“No-no, I—appreciate your help, thank you.”
As long as I know you’re not feeling so lonely and that you’re doing okay, that’s all that matters to me. Right?
You hummed sweetly at Min-woo’s brotherly love through the phone while you tormented his dongsaeng on his own couch. Taehyung’s eyes were absolutely glued to you, and he didn’t even process what Min-woo had just said to him. You cocked your head to the side sweetly as you dribbled all over his cock. Your hand kept pumping him at a painfully slow pace, and you nodded at him, motioning for him to keep talking.
“Ye-yes. Hyung. I’m good,” Taehyung spluttered.
You okay? You sound strained.
Taehyung’s heart raced with embarrassment, and it only fueled you more. You gave him a final lick on the tip of his cock before standing up.
“Hmm, yes, I’m okay. I’m just…tired,” Taehyung managed, letting his eyes look anywhere else in the room for a moment to escape your spell for a moment. He was barely able to form coherent sentences with the view that he was watching.
Maybe your job takes too much out of you, Taehyung-ssi.
“I’m okay, thank you,” Taehyung murmured, his eyes closed now. He knew he wasn’t really making sense, but he didn’t care.
You weren’t done yet. You pushed Taehyung’s arm back a little to allow space for you to straddle him. His eyes pleaded with you as you lifted your skirt just enough to expose your soaked pussy to him. Of course, you were fucking commando.
Taehyung felt like he could cry. He watched you with desperate eyes as you leaned back and propped yourself up with your hands behind you on his knees, and slowly started grinding yourself down against Taehyung’s bare cock. He twitched under you at the warmth of your wet pussy sliding up and down his length, his cock trapped between your heat and his own abdomen. Taehyung dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling and held his phone away from himself again, quiet whines falling helplessly from his lips.
I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.
The phone returned to his ear so that he could garble a reply.
“Thank you, Hyung,” he repeated, unable to think of anything else.
You smiled down at him as you expertly rolled your hips forward, continuing to coat the underside of his cock with your warm, wet arousal. Taehyung’s mouth hung open with short pants as he watched the head of his own cock peek in and out from between your folds, milking pre cum out of his tip. Taehyung felt like screaming.
“I have to go,” Taehyung blurted out into the receiver. “Thank you, good night.”
Okay, good n–
He had already hung up, his phone slipping out of his hands and hitting the ground.
“So cute,” you cooed, continuing your motion. “You have your friend worried for you. Such a sweet boy.”
Taehyung nodded at your words, eyes still locked with what you were doing to him.
You stood up and took his hand, and he stood up quickly, eager to do whatever you wanted him to do.
“Bring me to your bedroom, angel,” you said, the request sending Tae’s heart soaring.
He walked with your hand in his, guiding you gently to his bedroom door. The door swung open, and he immediately got onto the large king bed, draped neatly in dark gray sheets and a little mountain of pillows.
Taehyung laid patiently on his back at the end of his bed as he watched you tug your top up over your shoulders and toss it to the ground. You looked so perfect in just your skirt, your sheer thigh-high pantyhose, and your bra.
“Take those off,” you instructed, taking a step towards the bed.
Taehyung quickly loosened his tie from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt all the way to the bottom before tossing them both to the floor. His trousers slid off a moment later, crumpling down to the ground. His cock sprang free, smacking himself in the abdomen with vigor.
You hummed to yourself at the view of his naked body. Of all the qualities that made him pathetic, his body definitely wasn’t one of them.
You straddled him now, sliding further up his torso, your legs now on either side of his neck and sitting gently on his chest, pinching him between your thighs.
“Let’s take these off too, hmm?” Your fingers reached for his glasses that now sat a little too low on his nose.
He nodded, and you removed his glasses from his sweet little face. Except, in place of where his puppy eyes usually were, pitch-black pupils pierced through you with burning desire. Taehyung was typically calm and controlled, but his eyes were so blown out with lust that he looked like he had transformed into something else entirely. He looked like a starved dog—he might as well have been drooling.
He was too far gone to feel ashamed now. In the everyday world, he was a quiet, polite, boring man who, other than sometimes getting hit on by the barista, lived his life completely under the radar. His friends and family treated him like he was fragile, like he couldn’t handle a thing. A ghost, a Clark Kent.
That’s why he was addicted to you. Because while other people spoke up to him as to not hurt his feelings, and against all his wishes to keep his secret down, you knew he was a pathetic, desperately horny submissive man who needed to be bossed around and would let you step on him if you wanted to. Taehyung wasn’t a particularly exciting man, but you brought out all of his deepest desires every time you saw him, whether he liked it or not.
You smiled and licked your lips at the sight of him. This was the man you loved fucking. Not the 5’10” nerd who spoke cautiously to everyone and apologized way too much, you knew how to unlock the man inside that ate your pussy until you tapped out and literally begged to fuck you over a balcony at the last New Year’s Eve party.
Taehyung’s hands came up to give your bum a careful squeeze, coaxing you to lower yourself onto his mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty bedsheets,” you said with a small laugh.
“Please,” he murmured, nudging you to straddle his face. “Ruin anything you want. Just let me taste you.”
You scooted a little closer, and he lifted his head off the pillow to close the distance himself, so desperate. You let out a sharp exhale as he connects his mouth with your soaked pussy on his own.
Taehyung ate pussy like it was his last meal. He had been practically itching for this all night, and when given the chance, he was going to cherish the taste of you.
You let out a breathy moan at the contact, his tongue lapping up your arousal in firm, long licks. His jaw closed and opened against the rhythm of your hips, drinking you up with such determination. Your fingers flew to his hair, gripping firmly enough to use as leverage as you ground your hips down against his mouth, earning a muffled moan from the man below you.
Taehyung’s eyes were shut, and his jaw flexed as he continued to consume you, alternating between tongue-fucking you and lapping against your clit like a lollipop. Your moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth, gasoline to his fire. He pressed his nose against your folds, your symphony of sounds like praise to his humble ears. He felt like he could drown in your wetness, but he’d rather die than stop now. He was going to burrow his face so deep into your pussy that he’d taste you for the rest of the week. In this moment, he was all yours and he wanted you to absolutely use him.
His lips closed in around your clit, and he sucked gently on your clit in soft, quick pulses, making you arch your back and falter on your hips. The change in sensation made your knees buckle slightly, and your weight pinned Taehyung down into his mattress a little further, earning another moan from him into your pussy.
His hands came up to hold your hips and bum, holding you firmly against him as he continued to serve you. He held you tilted against his mouth like he was drinking out of you like a bowl, the sweetest thing he has ever been honoured to enjoy.
You felt a familiar knot form in your lower stomach, but you weren’t ready to give him the satisfaction of cumming on his face just yet.
You propped yourself up on your knees, giving him some air. He didn’t want it. He lifted his head again, trying to delve his tongue back into you, but you gently rocked your hips back to give yourself more separation.
Taehyung looked up at you with his pitch-dark, puppy eyes, pinned underneath your legs. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, and his lips were swollen and pink. His entire chin was dripping.
“More,” he pleads. “Please let me have more.”
“You look so pretty for me,” you praised him, and he licked his lower lip, awaiting for you to give him something more.
Your thumb slid down to his chin, giving it a lazy wipe, before planting a firm open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Your tongue danced against his, muffling his moans with your own. You pressed down on his chin to guide him to open up his mouth.
“Open up for me, darling,” you whispered, and he obeyed, his mouth open for you, his tongue ever so slightly peeking out.
You leaned down towards him and brought your face so close to his, and let a warm pool of saliva drip off your tongue and land into his mouth. You spit gently into his mouth, and Taehyung whimpered at the sensation, swallowing your saliva with a soft groan.
“Mm, Y/N,” he groaned, shaking his head in pure torment. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He tilted his chin up towards you, silently begging for another kiss. You smiled and leaned back down, swiping your tongue along his lower lip and letting him whine against your lips. You let another pool of saliva drip into his mouth, and Taehyung drank it off your tongue. He was a puddle underneath you.
“Please let me keep going,” he begged quietly. “Let me taste you.”
“Such a good boy, hmm? Let’s not hurt your neck, baby. Get on the floor.” You lifted your leg over his face to free him from your straddle.
Taehyung obeyed immediately, getting up off the covers and kneeling down at the foot of his own bed. The cold hardwood floor pressed against his knees, but he couldn’t notice a thing other than the way you undressed yourself in front of him, on his own bed. First, your bra unhooked, then your skirt slid down, until you were in nothing but your sheer thigh highs. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, bouncing gently against his toned stomach as he twitched at the sight of your naked body.
You took a moment to look at him. The only light came from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft light emphasized every line and crevasse of his toned, built body. His hair was now dampened with sweat, his bangs stuck messily against his forehead. His eyes were wide and begging, and still dark as ever. He was on his knees with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for you to let him please you.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, and you smiled and scooted closer to him. He gave you a soft kiss on your leg, trying to coax you to let him touch you.
“You’re going to eat my pussy from the back like a good boy, hm?” You turned around on your knees and bent forward with your bum in the air, teasing him with the view of you spread open in doggy-style in front of him.
“Yes, fuck—yes Y/N,” he spoke like he was going to cry.
“And you’re going to touch yourself while you do it, hm? Let me hear how much I turn you on,” you almost smiled at your own torture.
“Yes–yes.”
You smirked at him before letting him crawl up to you on his knees, and he closed his eyes as he let his tongue drag a slow, firm stripe up your fold from your clit to your opening.
You let out a breathy moan, earning a whine from the shy, muscular man kneeling like a beggar behind you.
Taehyung was an obedient man. He kept his hands to himself as he licked you out, one hand slowly pumping himself as he felt you clench around his tongue. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. You moaned into the duvet as he continued to devour you, the change in angle making all the difference. Your clit was more sensitive now, and every flick of his tongue drew a whimper from your mouth.
His hand was moving faster on himself now, and you could feel the rhythm of his hand rocking against the bed. His moans were muffled as he pushed his face in deeper, his mouth reaching every inch of your trembling pussy from top to bottom.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his breath hitching as he jerked himself off to the taste of you. “So–so sweet. So good. Let me make you cum, please. Please, baby. Please–fuck–let me spoil your pretty pussy.”
Contrary to his everyday personality, Taehyung was awfully vocal with you. He was too shy to even use nicknames with you, but behind closed doors, he was just as dirty as you. As he neared his orgasm, his words got filthier, and he became more vocal about exactly what he wanted to do for you.
The bed rocked a little harder at the pace that Taehyung was pumping himself, his moans spilling out clumsily. You could tell he was close.
“Your cunt is so good to me–fuck–so pretty. Cum on my tongue, please, baby. Fuck–let me–let me have it.” Taehyung was about to explode.
You took that as your cue to back off from his tongue. He let out a whimper in protest, leaning forward to try to get one last kiss in as you crawled further up the bed.
“Come here,” you said breathily, the command in your voice growing weaker and more urgent. “Lie on your back.”
He practically leaped up onto the bed, lying down against his own pillow in the centre of the bed. You climbed over him again, this time straddling his waist. His eyes looked at you wide and desperate, like a puppy begging for a treat. Taehyung wasn’t too convincing with his words at times, but his eyes did everything for you.
“I’m going to ride you nice and slow, baby.” You leaned up onto your knees, sliding your dripping wet pussy up the length of his cock pressed against his abdomen one more time. “Just how you like it, hm?”
“God, yes.”
“But you’re not going to touch me. Okay, angel?”
Taehyung looked at you in disbelief. You were towering over him, naked and perfectly dewy with sweat and your body oil. Your hair was slightly messy but still fell around your face in a way that made his cock twitch, and your eyeliner was still perfect as ever.
How the fuck was he not supposed to touch you?
You sank down onto him, bottoming out as the tip of his cock rammed into your g-spot. You both moaned in unison before you propped yourself onto your arms and started slowly rolling your hips up and down his length.
“God, your pussy is so perfect,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, eyes dropping down to watch you slide down on his dick once more. All the shyness in him had dissolved the moment his cock delved into the warmth of your wet heat.
You gently picked up the speed, reaching a pace that matched the whimpers that were spilling out of the mouth of the closed-eyed man under you.
“I need more,” he whined. “Please, I want–please. Need you to fuck me like I’m a good boy.”
You smirked and lifted onto your knees before forcing yourself back down onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into you with a force that made him recoil upwards.
“That’s it, baby. Oh my god,” he murmured, his lips pink and swollen as he bit down onto them between moans.
Taehyung let out a cry, and his hands came up to hold you by the waist, helping himself to more. You were so lost in the rhythm of riding him that you didn’t notice the rule break right away. He pushed your hips down harder against his, letting the tip of his dick knock feverishly against your g-spot. So fucking good.
You realized what he was doing a moment later, and immediately, you grabbed his wrists. His eyes cracked open, and you could tell that he didn’t feel so bad about disobeying you.
“What did I just say, Tete?” That nickname made his cock twitch inside of you. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. “You’re not very good at following instructions tonight, are you?”
He shook his head, cheeks flushed and only half listening. He was drunk off your pussy, rutting his hips up into yours continually, trying to feel that sensation of you milking his needy cock again. But you weren’t going to let it slide.
You leaned over the bed and reached for the tie that he had loosened and cast off to the side earlier, the knot still tied loosely.
“Hands,” you ordered.
Taehyung felt his heart race in anticipation. Like a good boy, he held his wrists out to you, letting you wrap his tie around them, before you pulled the knot tighter again. The restraint of his hands made his head spin; he was so vulnerable under you, and he loved it. You could do anything to him, and he’d take it eagerly.
“Since you can’t fucking control yourself,” you whispered, and Taehyung’s expression was a mix of guilt and a hint of cockiness. You knew he loved this.
The knot felt tight but secure around his wrists, and you took his two bound hands and pinned them up above his head. His arms flexed as he let you held him down, the tendons of his forearms protruding in a way that made you want to bite them.
You continued rolling your hips against his, picking up the pace again, and his orchestra of whimpers and moans continued. Taehyung was, obviously, much stronger than you. But his arms stayed put anyway, the weight of your arm forcing them down just enough to drive him over the edge.
The room was quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of wet skin on skin, the erotic sounds coming from Taehyung’s lips against the accompaniment of the city sounds down below.
Taehyung’s head knocked against his pillow helplessly as he fought against the restraint of the tie around his wrists, wanting to touch you, but also loving the sensation of being held down. He bucked his hips upwards like a dog in heat, matching your tempo as your ass smacked against his thighs.
“Yeah, angel? Are you enjoying being held down? Such a naughty boy,” you hummed sweetly. “You like this?”
“Love this, love–you,” he groaned, eyes still completely shut, his jaw clenched. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden sweet words, but you maintained pace.
Taehyung was too pussy drunk to think straight, just an endless stream of praise and sweet talking fell from his lips as you milked him closer to his demise. The knot in his stomach grew tighter, and his abdomen was fully flexed, his V-line prominent and hauntingly beautiful in the dim light.
“May I–please–may I cum inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he breathed. “Let me cum inside your perfect pussy?” His eyes were open again now, and they bore into you, pleading with you.
How could you say no to those pretty eyes?
You leaned down towards him, letting his hips rut upwards and fuck you from below.
“Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” you whispered into his ear. The coil in his stomach snapped.
Taehyung’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and his vision blanked out for a moment as all he felt was euphoric bliss.
“Fuuuck,” he cried out, his arms still pinned under your hands. “God–Y/N, I’m–cumming.”
You rolled your hips against his, letting him ride out his orgasm underneath you. His skin glistened with sweat, his brows knitted together as he chased his climax.
“Y/N, I’m so–fuck–” he spluttered, your name falling from his lips over and over again like it was a prayer.
He thrust his hips upwards a few more times before he slowed his pace and held his hands up towards you, silently begging you to remove the tie. You smiled and loosened the knot before giving him a sweet kiss on his wrists.
“Good boy,” you whispered. “You did so well.”
Something in his demeanour had changed. His desperation had turned to insistence, authority.
“We’re not done, though, are we, baby?” He growled beneath you before helping you up off his hips. You let out a laugh as he picked you up and moved you to the end of his bed, letting you bend over on your hands and knees.
If there was one thing Taehyung couldn’t get enough of more than going down on you, it was bending you over.
He towered over you now, his cock still hard as ever. He slid his cock right back inside you so easily, the different angle hitting your g-spot in a way that made you yelp.
“I need to feel you cum on this cock, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I need it.”
You were worn out, and your knees felt weak, but your pussy clenched around him feverently. Both of you moaned in chorus at the feeling of fullness inside of you. He picked up the pace again, punching the air out of your lungs with the strength of his thrusts against your backside.
“God, fuck, Tae!” you cried out, your face buried into his duvet. He loved seeing you like this for him, bent over and taking him. This view kept him crawling back to you over and over again.
His whimpers grew more pathetic and high-pitched; he was combating his own overstimulation to please you. Your pussy milked him tightly as he felt you near your orgasm, and the intensity made him want to cry. His head fell forward, his face in a grimace, teeth clenched, and brows furrowed. Despite the hisses that escaped his mouth, his hips continued at a torturous pace, rocking you nearer and nearer to your bliss.
His fingers came down to caress your clit, rubbing quick circles and pressing with just enough pressure to make your legs tense up.
“God, don’t stop, Tae,” you begged. “Keep fucking me, just like this.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he cooed, his other hand holding you around your waist, pinning your body against his tighter.
Taehyung winced as he fucked you deeper, his cock begging for the friction to stop, but his mind was sharpened, only knowing the goal of making you finish all over him. He dug his teeth hard into his lower lip as he pushed through his own sensitivity, determined to please the beautiful vixen spread across his bed.
Your vision was going blurry now; you couldn’t even think straight. The fire in your core burned hotter, and you felt your orgasm about to tip you over the edge.
“I’m–I’m cumming,” you cried out, as the electricity flooded your body. Every part of you shook, your legs tensed as Taehyung railed you through your climax.
“God, fuck! Taehyung,” you were drunk off his cock, letting him split you open as you felt your body turn to jelly. He rocked his hips against yours a few more times before he slowed his pace and collapsed down onto the bed together with you.
The two of you were sprawled across his bed, his body on top of yours, and your chests rose and fell heavily in tandem, both panting in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him for comfort as he came down from his high. He stayed inside of you, a comfort you allowed and appreciated while your head spun.
“Here, baby, let me.” Taehyung planted a kiss on your shoulder before he gently pulled himself out, a spill of your fluids mixed, dripping out of you slowly and trickling down your leg.
“Mm, that’s hot,” he murmured to himself, eyeing his own climax dripping out of you like icing off a cinnamon bun.
He slid two fingers gently between your folds, collecting the sticky white fluid up on his fingers, before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around his digits. He let out a soft moan at the taste of you and him, a cocktail that he was addicted to. You watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean, before rounding your shoulder and lifting your chin towards his, planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips.
When he pulled away, you looked a little shocked. This was the type of man he really was, and he only ever wanted to show you this side of him. He gave you a small smirk. Was that cockiness behind those eyes?
“Don’t move,” Taehyung whispered, and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you collapsed and messy on his bedsheets. Your eyes slowly blinked as you took in the silence that lured you into slumber. The room was…strangely familiar. Safe. The softness of the duvet against your cheek comforted you as you came back to reality. The sheets smelled like him, a mix of his scent and the bodywash he had in his shower.
When he returned, he had changed into a pair of light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt that fit him way too nicely for you to ignore. He held a warm, wet washcloth and lowered himself to his knees again to clean you up. He was gentle, careful not to stimulate you again, and he wiped you clean, your stomach, your bum, your back, and you felt a little flutter in your chest.
You two had only ever hooked up in inconvenient places. Here, you were safe and warm on his bed, and he was taking such good care of you: something he was never able to do for you before.
Your original top and skirt were tossed to the ground, and Taehyung collected them for you. The late night had grown colder, and Taehyung had brought you one of his own hoodies.
“You didn’t come with a jacket,” he mumbled as he held the sweater towards you. “Please, take it. I don’t want you to be cold.”
You would have turned it down, but you knew that you had ruined your skirt tonight, and you did not want to climb back into your uncomfortable corset again. Against your own typical independence, you lazily threw your arms towards him with a pout, welcoming him to drape the hoodie over your naked body for you. His eyes lit up a little, but he remained calm and quiet. He draped the large hoodie over your body, and its warmth enveloped you like a blanket, like an embrace. The familiar scent of his deodorant tickled your senses.
“This is okay?” he murmured as he guided the hoodie down your body until you were fully covered. You nodded and got up off his bed before heading over to the door of his balcony.
The city was quieter at this hour, and the cool air felt good against your cheeks and your bare legs. Taehyung appeared a few moments later, in a cardigan and his glasses again and holding a small glass ashtray, placing it on the ledge for you. The two of you stood next to each other, staring out at the large city that stretched below you, listening to the cars and hum of the urban sprawl together.
Taehyung was sipping a glass of water, and he handed it to you, urging you to take a sip. You accepted.
“Great job tonight,” you said to him with a small breathless laugh, handing his glass of water back to him. A smile spread across his face as he took back his drink.
“You too,” he said with a smug laugh. His cockiness only really ever came out around you when you two were alone. You liked that he felt comfortable enough around you to be himself.
A silence fell between you two, comfortable and easy.
“Can I take you to dinner?”
“For what?”
“I…I want to see you again.”
“That’s sweet,” you began. “But you don’t want to take that Soo-min girl to dinner?”
He shook his head ferverently.
“No,” he said with an awkward smile. “I only want to see you.”
You looked up at him with sympathy in your eyes. He looked at you with pure, unfiltered honesty; it almost made you feel bad for him.
“Tae,” you drawled. “We’ve talked about this before.”
Your words were only a dull pain in his chest—he knew this already. He knew you didn’t love him when you flirted with him, when you spent your night with him, when you let him bend you over your friend’s balcony. A younger him would have let the ache bother him, but it only fueled him more now.
You turned to step back inside to grab your bag. Taehyung was one step ahead of you: he pulled out a pack of his own cigarettes before you could find yours, and slid one in between your lips. He didn’t smoke, but he knew the brand you enjoyed and had kept the pack from ages ago when he bought it for you. The small gesture made you smile.
“I know. I’m not the man for you.”
“Mhm.”
“But, what if you’re the woman for me?”
You laughed, letting him light the end of your cigarette for you as you took your initial drag.
“There’s not another girl in your life, Tete? Someone who loves you and treats you sweetly?”
He shoved his hand in his pocket and fluffed the back of his hair.
His silence was your answer: he avoided other women because he was only ever thinking about you.
“Or do you only chase the one who only lets you see her after dark and uses your body like a toy?”
Tae felt his cheeks get warm, and he adjusted his glasses.
“I only…want you,” he spoke towards the ground.
A silence hung in the air as you looked over the balcony at the city below you, nursing the cigarette between your fingers. There was a shift in your expression, like a hint of pity, or something else. Taehyung watched you intently.
“I’m free on Thursday evening. You can pick me up at 8.”
His eyes widened at your words. You have never said yes to him a day in his life for the whole time you’ve known him. Taehyung’s heart soared at your approval, but he knew better than to scare you off. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Okay.”
You continued to finish your cigarette and Taehyung leaned over the balcony ledge with you, both of you enjoying each other’s presence and the quiet night.
“Stay the night?” Taehyung managed to ask, all his shame and pride washed down the drain.
You turned to look at him, cigarette smoke floating prettily around your face as you flicked some ash off the end.
“I can run you a bath, and I have some pyjamas I can lend you, they’re comfortable, I promise—“
“Taehyung.”
God, his whole chest ached at the way you said his name, like it was a command.
“I’ll see you later,” you smiled sweetly at him as you ashed your cigarette out into the little glass tray he had set out for you.
Taehyung walked you to his door and helped you back into your heels before handing you your purse. You pulled the hood of his sweater up over your hair, cocooning you in its warmth.
You hadn’t even left yet, and he felt his chest draining.
You unlocked his front door before turning back towards him, giving him a sweet pat on the cheek. Taehyung’s eyes danced desperately all over your face, memorizing the image of you in his hoodie, comfy, messy-haired, and leaving his apartment. His heart thumped in his chest like he was going to die: it was like his withdrawals began immediately.
“Try not to miss me too much, Tete. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night,” you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before opening and disappearing out his door.
It was far too late for that. You were embedded into his skin, his tongue, his consciousness. He wasn’t going to sleep until after he saw you again.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
God nerdy Tete is so hot and pathetic it’s perfect
⟨ 🏁 ⟩ ──── the bet was simple: lose the race and they get to fuck you exactly the way they’ve always wanted, rivals jungkook and taehyung make damn sure you lose by cheating then finally delivers every sinful promise and months of sexual tension that’s been building between the three of you on and off the track.
PAIRING 𓏵 jungkook x f.reader x taehyung (m/f/m)
GENRE 𓏵 sports au, motorcycle racing, enemies to lovers, threesome, polygamy, BDSM, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS 𓏵 18+, explicit smut, switch!taekook and reader but mostly sub!reader, powerplay with switch energy, reader is a baddie and doesn't back down so easily, she has a clit piercing, body worship with black gloved hands, public sex, sex on the bike and on the floor, exhibitionism risk, size kink, they argue even during sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple positions and orgasms, rough sex, manhandling, double and triple penetration, biting and bruising, spanking, praise + degradation kink, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, pussy play, breast play, pussy spanking, so much clit play and rubbing because they're obsessed with it, face riding and eating out, reader intentionally suffocates them with her cunt, spitting, cum play, overstimulation and edging, cum denial, masochism, foot fetish, toe sucking, reader calls them a good boy, jungkook likes being petted, she literally uses their mouths and fingers to orgasm, oral sex (m. receiving), cock stroking, face and throat fucking, blowjob, hair pulling, breath play, cock torture (reader uses her sharp nails and the boys like it), bondage, anal sex, fisting, breeding kink, crying during sex, cum swapping and eating, cervix stimulation, they fill her to the brim, sweet loving aftercare and confessions, more tags to be added in the main oneshot...
WC 𓏵 25k+ ( estimated )
NOTE 𓏵 i've always wanted to write a sports au and since another taekook smut was highly requested after "pinned between them" i wanted to give you darlings a little surprise! i can't wait to start writing this and i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! i'm hoping to post it soon, let me know what you think! this oneshot is gonna be very different from anything i've written before *kisses*
TAGLIST 𓏵 [ OPEN .ᐟ ]
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“you're late.” taehyung called out roughly.
“getting nervous already sweetheart?”
you rolled up to the starting line between them with your bike, to your left jungkook straddled his bike, helmet in hand, looking like he already owned the entire track, that knowing smirk in place.
to your right was taehyung, his dark eyes fixed on you, tongue coming out to lick at his lower lip sensually as if already imagining what's about to happen after this race.
you pulled your own helmet up just enough to speak.
“just giving you both a few extra seconds to pretend you still have a chance.”
“cute, keep talking like that and we'll make sure you regret it...” jungkook rasps.
your heart pounds as you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes, hoping that none of them noticed the way your hands shook slightly, the ache between your legs present whenever one of them was around, your pierced clit throbbing hotly.
the three of you had been doing this for months, always competing in race, arguing about who's the best in literally every game, trying to insult and put the other down.
the rivalry was too obvious in front of everyone but the sexual tension was simmering even more... like it was threatening to burst any moment.
neither of them had ever admitted out loud how long they'd both been watching you and needing you.
that you unknowingly fueled a fire in their veins, made them feel more alive than any race or win ever could.
today's bet was different.
one that was agreed to by the two of them very easily almost and you should've known better of their intentions.
the rules were simple.
it would either end everything or be the beginning of something neither of you could resist.
it would all start with who would win.
taehyung leaned over his handlebars, eyes half lidded as they locked on you.
“reminder of the terms, the loser needs to do whatever the winner says, rules are rules.”
your mouth went dry and jungkook chuckled beside you, his gaze never left your face, intent on them as if he and taehyung were planning something very very dirty.
one that might not end well.
“you're that confident you'll win huh?”
“i'm that confident that you'll lose.” jungkook answers.
“and when you do, we're both gonna bend you over that little bike of yours right here on the track and fuck the attitude out of you until you can't talk shit anymore.”
your jaw clenched, your confident expression faltering for a while after you registered his words.
you swallowed, being the first one to look away, the flushed tint on your cheeks visible even with the helmet on.
you hated giving them the satisfaction of backing down but you didn't wanna focus on how much their words affected your body.
you wanted to win the race and put them in their place, the way you've always wanted to.
you're going to give both these men a goddamn lesson they'll never forget easily.
they'll remember it their entire lives.
“keep dreaming, both of you.”
as soon as the words left your mouth, the flag was raised, indicating the start of the game.
some part of you already knew exactly what was waiting for you the second the checkered flag dropped.
the three of you shot forward side by side, the only thing present in your hearts was the desire of winning as always.
today it was the desire for something else entirely.
somewhere along the race, jungkook's voice crackled loud enough for you to hear.
“don't forget what you promised if you lose baby.”
your grip tightened on the throttle, your answering laugh was meant to sound unbothered but it came out shaky already half ruined.
“i didn't promise you shit!” you hissed.
“we'll see about that.”
the finish red line waited so did your fate.
you couldn't forget the words they had whispered against your ear earlier.
“tonight you’re ours... no more pretending, no more racing around it.”
[ to be continued... ]
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Summary: You decide to take an amateur boxing class. Come to find out the teacher is a jerk but his pretty best friend wants to get to know you better.
| Pairing |: Buff!Jungkook x Reader x Buff!Taehyung
| Genre |: smut!
| Warnings |: swearing, drinking, smoking, mean jungkook, use of pet names, mild violence, teasing, threesome, penetration, dpv, creampie, deepthroat, hair pulling, scratching, biting, size difference, big dick taekook, sub jungkook, boys kissing, slapping, nipple play
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I was at the gym working out my arms, my least favorite. I preferred doing abs and legs. I came here at least three times a week sometimes more, sometimes less but I was here a lot. I knew all the gym regulars sometimes talk to them, but I mostly kept to myself.
Today a new class started boxing classes. They took place in one of the free use rooms. This is a recent development and it interested me.
Seeing my love for combat sports it was only natural that I decide to hop in for the class. My arm workout was a good warm up before some boxing.
Now i’ve tried boxing before, but it wasn’t fully committed and wouldn’t consider myself an expert. I had about 20 minutes before the class started and the room was empty so I thought I’d get some pre-practice in.
I walked into the room in a long sleeve compression shirt and baggy sweats lazily hanging around my hip. No one seems to be there yet. I take out the hand wrap from my bag and tightly secure it onto my hands. He walked up to one of the punching bags.
One hit after another. The sound of your fist hitting the bag was so satisfying the burn on my knuckles was delightful.
“We have a class that starts soon.” A voice cuts through the sound of the impacts.
I stop to look where the voice came from. It was some guy he had a beanie on and an all black workout outfit. He was carrying a box of boxing gear and a motorcycle helmet.
“Yea I know. I thought I’d get a few in before the class started. You know, warm up?”
“Yea ok. Could you maybe move your stuff.” He gestures to my things.
“Oh. Yea sure.” What’s with this guy I thought. He wasn’t being like super rude but passive aggressive enough to where it ticked me off. Assuming he’s the teacher though I let it go.
More people started coming in. It more people than I initially thought. Everyone got ready and chatted before Mr. Grumps takes over.
“ Welcome everybody to our first official class. this is a beginners class and I am your teacher Jungkook. Everybody get to a bag I’ll bring you gear. If you already have gear then good for you.” His name sounded familiar but I didn’t care enough at the moment to give a damn.
I walk over to the nearest punching bag but someone beat you to it. The teacher he just walked right in front of me.
“Excuse me?” I say. The turns around with an uninterested look on his face.
“What?” He says annoyed putting on his gloves.
“You just completely cut me off.” I say getting more and more pissed at the man.
“Sorry guess I didn’t see you there.” He apologizes but was clearly not sorry. He don’t even move.
“Are you gonna stand the and stare at me or you gonna find a bag princess?” I scoff. Who does this guy think he is. What an asshole.
I roll your eyes going up to another bag.
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I thought this was gonna be fun, but this guy was nitpicking at everything you do. I stand too close to that, my posture is wrong, my face looks funny!?
He’d poke at my belly, push the back of my knees, and glare at me from across the room. What is seriously wrong with him?!
It was the first class and you already hated him.
“You’re not focused.” His voice punches through my thoughts. He walks away with a smug grin on his face.
“Maybe I would if you weren’t so damn annoying.” I mumble under my breath while sending a few jabs to the punching bag.
He turns around clearly pissed.
“I’m sorry what was that princess?” I ignore him. I couldn’t care less right now. I just wanted to hit things not listen to a pompous asshole.
“Hey I’m talking to you.” He says in a dangerously low voice. I sigh as I stop punching.
“What your problem dude? You’re here to teach not to be on my ass all the time.”
“If you don’t like the way I teach then you can leave princess.” I glared at the man. I shoulder check him as I pass him.
“Prick.” I grab my things and leave. I was so angry I didn’t realize there was someone in front of the door.
I bump into a hard chest. I look up at who I bumped into. Boy was he beautiful. His face looks unreal like a Greek statue. He had glasses framing his beautifully brown eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” His baritone voice plays like a melody in my ear. Before I could answer someone calls out to him.
“Taehyung! I didn’t think you were coming.” A certain annoying prick of a teacher jogs over to the man I now know as ‘Taehyung’.
Of course he knew him. Before he could address me I push past the door leaving the mean behind.
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It was a couple days later and the second class. I was debating on going. Do I show up a prove that I’m not a push over or do I fully ignore his existence?
I decided to go.
I wasn’t gonna let that asshole control my life.
I walk into the class early again. This time I was sporting so boxing shorts with the name ‘Nightmare’ on the back and a compression shirt. I did a little bit of underground MMA so I had my own gear and clothes. I didn’t some digging into ‘Jungkook’ and now I know why he sounded familiar.
He went by the name ‘Bunny’ and he was big. He dominated the ring. He specialized in boxing but that didn’t make him bad in anything. He was a monster. So what the hell id he doing here teaching a novice class?
I decided to warm up with some Muay Thai it was one of my least favorites to do but most favorite to watch. It was brutal but precise.
A scoff echoes in the room.
“Didn’t think you’d be back after you threw a tantrum.” I ignore him continuing my warm up.
“What are we doing the silent treatment now?" He leans in closer to me but I continue to beat up the punching bag. A hand grabs my wrist out of instinct I grip his arm throwing him over my shoulder.
I roll over him attempting to put him in a headlock but he was quick rolling over with me.I kick his torso locking my legs around his neck. He pins my wrists next to my head. I fight under his hold but he was strong but the longer he held me the tighter my thighs got around his neck.
Panting I glare at him. He looked back at me with the same intensity almost like he knew something. both of our breaths fill the silence.
"Am I interrupting something?" A deep voice cuts through the tension. I feel his hands loosen around my wrist and I took the opportunity, to flip him on his back legs still wrapped around him.
"Tap out." I say
He scoffs, "You wish." His face was red but still prideful.
"Think you better let him go." Taehyung saunters over.
"Why? So he can be a pain in the ass?"
"No, so he can breath honey. He's getting red in the face."
"Uhgg." I stand up releasing him from my hold.
"So, I was right." Jungkook rasps as he stands.
"What that I would beat your ass? Congrats." I start to walk away from him.
"Wanna tell me why the Demon of the ring is in my beginner boxing class?" Well It's not like I was trying to hide it. Maybe I left a few details out.
I didn't just dabble in the underground world. I ruled it. I was dubbed Demon of the ring. Maybe I was an S class champion, maybe I made a lot of money, and maybe I outsmarted the company that owned me. Later Jungkook took my title.
"Stalker much?" I turn around.
"I do my research."
"Right. Well to answer your question, for fun. I'm exercising my free will." I unwrap my knuckles.
"Now how much freedom does a street rat have huh?" I feel him walk closer.
"You don't wanna go there Bunny. Trust me." I pick up my things and leave. I was emotionally drained at this point. I leave the building walking to my bike.
"Wait!" I roll my eyes turning to the man.
"I'm sorry about him. He just gets fired up over these things. He loves a good competition." Taehyung apologizes for his friends actions. He seems genuine and he was cute enough for me to believe him.
"At this point I could care less." I put my motorcycle helmet on and securing my bag on my back.
"Please let me buy you coffee." He tilts his head walking in front of my bike. I sigh flipping my visor up to look at him. He has such a sad look on his face. This boy was playing the puppy dog eyes on me and it was working.
"Fine." And before I could say anything else-
"Oh wonderful! Here's my number! I text you ok!" He shoves a piece paper into my hand practically jumping. I couldn't get a word before the boy ran off.
Wow ok that just happened. So I fought a man who hates me and knows my past and his sweet best friend just asked me out.
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It was time I was gonna go and meet the boy for coffee. It was a warm summer day so I went with some mini jorts and a cute blue tank layered under a cropped baggy shirt.
I put on my shoes and headphones and I head out the door. The coffee shop was close by so I said I would walk over.
I walk down the lively street with my music blasting in my ears. It felt good to kind of drown out the world around me and to feel like myself.
I walk into the place it was small but cute. My kind of place.
I feel a tap on my shoulders, I turn around taking my earphones off.
"Hey! I'm glad you came!" He says with pep and joy plastering his face with a warm boxy smile. I look him up and down. He was wearing an button down shirt with the first couple button undo paired with some light wash jorts. He had the same glasses on as when I first saw him.
He looked good to say the least. He was built and tall and most of all sweet. How can this sweet beautiful boy be best friends with that spawn of satan?
"Yea for sure." I say genuinely.
"So what are you getting today?" He asks. He was really good at preventing any akward moments.
"I'm torn between a matcha latte and some sort of refresher, What about you?" I ask politely.
"I was thinking a cold tea of some sort. To be honest I don't really like coffee."
"You asked me out to coffee and you hate coffee?" I poke at him
"Well it was the first thing I thought of." He says turning his face away in embarassment.
"Its cool, I don't really like coffee either." We both laugh at ourselves.
He paid for the drinks but it wasn't easy, I was fighting him for a good while before he pulled the puppy dog eyes on me.
We decided to take a walk outside with our drinks seeing that it was a really nice day.
"So, how did you and Jungkook become friends? You guys seem very different." I decided to ask my burning question.
"We actually met in the ring." I can say I wasn't exactly expecting that.
"Did you win?" He laughs
"Nope he was a strong kid. After that match I went up to him and asked him to be my friend. It took a lot of harassment to convince him." He smiles at the memory.
"You guys must be close then."
"Oh yea, we're practically attached by the hip. We do everything together."
"Everything? So he knows you asked me out?" I tease him.
"W-well not exactly no." He rubs his neck. I smile at the cute display. Despite his best friend being a total jackass he really cares for him.
"And why is that?" I poke further
"Because I wanted to talk to you, alone. And I know you guys don't exactly get along. But! I would like us all too! You seem really cool and he is my best friend so." Man he is adorable!
"Well if you really want, I am free tomorrow and i'll try to get along with him. For you, ok?" The words left my mouth before my brain could catch them, this was a pretty bad idea.
"Really!?" He grabs my hands, "You mean that!?" He pulls me closer.
"Yea of course." Shit why am I saying that?!
He wraps my up in a tight hug pushing me into his chest, "This is gonna be awesome! I promise!" He sways and jumps in excitement.
What did I get myself into?
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Here I was dressed up at a bar waiting for the two best friends to arrive. I was in a mini skirt with a nice y2k tank. I had done my hair and makeup better than anticipated. I didn't go put much but I’m not new to the scene.
The boys picked out a really nice club, it was elegant yet fun. I was sipping on my drink when I caught a woman's eyes staring at me across the bar.
She was sipping on a cosmo making eyes at me. She seemed to give in walking up to me. She was in a dangerous red dress with matching red heels.
"How are you doing gorgeous?" Her sultry voice overpowers the loud music.
"I"m doing alright and yourself?" I look her up and down.
"So good, especially seeing a cute girl like yourself, tell me. Wy are you here alone?"
And before I could answer-
"She isn't alone." a tattooed arm snakes around my shoulder. I look up to see Jungkook glaring at the attractive woman. With Taehyung right behind.
And with that the woman scurried away. I was disapointed, even if it wasn't for real it still is fun to flirt especially with a hot lady that wants you.
"Why'd you do that?" I shrug his arm off. I recieve no answer from him.
"Sorry about that, we wanted to make sure you were doing alright." Taehyung answers for him.
“Thank you but I didn’t need it.” I go back to sipping my drink.
“She was gonna snatch you up princess.” Jungkook takes a seat next to me
“Right and I’m an underground world champ, I think I could’ve handled it.”
“Come one guys let’s not fight ok?” Taehyung tries to deescalate the situation. I sigh. I should at least try and get along for Tae.
“Well why did you invite me here? What so special about it?” It was more than a nightclub
“I thought it would be fun to loosen up a bit, you both are always so serious. Plus I own the place.” I freeze.
“What?” I say surprised
“Yep this place is mine!” He says with a huge proud smile.
“Well you did a good job with it.” I compliment him. He hugs me suddenly.
“I’m so glad you like it!” He nuzzles into my neck
“Will you get off of her already.” A grumpy voice breaks the hug and he pulls Taehyung off of me like a naughty puppy.
“Round of shots on me!” The puppy shouts
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It was a couple shots and several drinks later. I’m usually really good with my alcohol and tonight I was a little more drunk than I anticipated.
I was out on the dance floor, my favorite part of any party. I was swaying my hips and jumping with the music blaring in my ears.
Taehyung found me in the crowd, he was drunker than I was stumbling through the crowd.
“Baby! I found you!” His hands fall to my waist as he sways with a drunk smile on his face. He was so cute and it was nice seeing him be happy.
“Are you having fun?” I lean to his ear my handing finding his arms to steady myself with. I feel him muscles flex under my touch.
“So much fun! I’m so glad you came!”
“Me too!”
A familiar tattooed arm finds its way around my shoulder again. I look up through my lashes to find a tipsy Jungkook. His lip piercing sparkles under the neon lights, I didn’t notice until now.
“Who knew the Demon likes to dance.” He says in my ear. His breath sends a wave of chills down my spine making me hyper aware of Taehyung hands around my waist.
The crowd pushes me closer to them. My face practically in Taehyung’s chest while I feel Jungkook’s chest on the back of my head.
I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol but it was getting hot and I became aware of the forced proximity. These men were bigger than I remember.
We moved together with the music. I look up to find Taehyung already staring at me but he’s seemed different. The sureness in his eyes while looking at me. Not to mention the man was beautiful. I felt enraptured and willing.
I look behind me and I catch Jungkook’s eyes only for him to look away. Another sight I haven’t seen. Jungkook being nervous.
“I think we should get some air.” Taehyung says. He grabs my hand and I instinctively grab Jungkook’s as Taehyung leads up through the dancing crowd. He takes up a flight of stares to a secluded part of the club. We went through a pair of doors which opened up to a balcony.
The sight was stunning. The city was glowing. And maybe it was my drunken eyes but I swore I saw a shooting star.
I lean on the railing taking a cigarette and my lighter out. I try to light it but it was out.
“I don’t know you smoked.” Taehyung says as he leans on the railing next to me.
A lighter flicks on in front of me, Jungkook was holding out a light for me. I look at him as he lights my cigarette. I inhale the smoke before blowing it out.
“There is a lot you don’t know about me.” I say with the cigarette between my lips.
“So mysterious, princess.” Jungkook slides next to me with his own cigarette in hand.
“I could say the same about you guys. I met you about what? A few weeks ago?” A cold breeze washes over me.
“Well I’d love to find out more.” Taehyung leans in closer. I smile.
“Me too.” The taste of the cigarette lingers in my tongue, I love a drunk cigarette. I feel the heaviness in my eyes.
“One thing I’d like to know is if you have a boyfriend?” I let out a little laugh
“No I don’t.” I say it like it was obvious
“Why? Is it because you’re a pain in the ass.” Jungkook says, I roll my eyes.
“No it’s because they can’t handle me.”
“You are a handful for sure.” I slap his arm playfully.
“Says you, I bet you don’t have a girlfriend either.” He sends a knowing smirk towards Taehyung
“You’re right but I do have a boyfriend.” He says nonchalantly. I was surprised to say the least and dare I say it, jealous?
“You don’t say.” I say still a but stunned
“What about you Taehyung?” I turn towards him.
“I have a boyfriend too!” Ok maybe wasn’t expecting that.
“Oh that’s nice.” I try to sound happy but I was disappointed. I thought he liked me at least a little bit.
“He’s right there.” He points to Jungkook who just lets a smirk slip through.
Ok definitely wasn’t thinking that was gonna happen. So these two sexy hot boys get to kiss each other. Men take everything.
“You guys didn’t tell me?”
“Well we wanted to do something first.” They walk closer to me. Like a predator stalking its prey. They look down at me. I can feel my cheeks flush and my heart beat a little faster.
“What?” I say almost embarrassingly breathless.
Taehyung admires me,his fingers play with my hair. While Jungkook traps me with an arm places on the railing behind me. He plays with his lip piercing as his eye burn into mine.
“We wanted a certain little demon to become ours.” My breath leaves my body. They both want me? And they are dating?
“ ‘ours’ as in both of you?” I shakily ask looking between them.
“Yes princess. As in both of us.”
“And you two are together? And you want me?”
“Yes and yes. I know this is a lot but would you please give us a chance? We don’t bite.” Taehyung gives me his sweet puppy dog eyes again. Leaning almost 2 inches away from my face.
“Unless you want us too.” Jungkook growls leaning in the same way.
“Are you sure you can keep up?” I say with sudden confidence.
“I know we can.” Jungkook shoots back the same energy. He nose almost touching mine.
My breathing gets a little uneven as I weigh my options. The alcohol was still in my system but I know I want it, I want them.
“Then let’s give it a try.” I say and immediately a pair of lips find mine. It was a deep, passionate, and fiery kiss. It was rough and impatient. He pulls away and I see Tae’s eyes looking back at me. The stark contrast of that kiss and his behavior was … hot. I loved it.
Before I could properly process that another pair of lips were on mine. It was slow but equally as hungry but not as rough. As he kisses me I feel warm kisses tickle my neck. The sensation sent chills down my spine. I can feel them everywhere. Hands in my hair, my waist, my ass. It was a lot but so good
He pulls away, breathless.
“Shall we give it a text drive?” Taehyung whispers into my neck and I nod.
He kissed me again leading me somewhere. I can feel Jungkook kissing my neck and collar bone.
He pushes open a door to a bedroom. He sits me on the bed.
“Lets us take care of you, ok baby?” Taehyung says towering over me. I nod a bit to eagerly for my liking. This whole situation was like a fever dream. It was kind of embarrassing to admit but I’ve always wanted something like this.
“ I didn’t forget about you my baby boy.” Taehyung places a hands on the back of Jungkook’s neck pulling him for a hot steamy kiss.
My thighs squeeze together at the sight. Two beautiful strong men completely vulnerable and love with each other. Their strong hands wonder each other’s bodies. Familiar to them but foreign to me. The dynamic was new to them but Jungkook was putty in Tae’s hands, he was in total control of the once grumpy man.
I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, I was helplessly watching them kiss and undress each other.
Tae pulls away, “Now let’s not be greedy Kookie. Tonight is all about our new girlfriend.” The attention was back on me.
“Now won’t you be a good boy for her and show her what we’re all about.” He orders Jungkook.
His eyes lock on mine, his shirt already half undone. He looked so fucked already. His breathing was ragged and pupils dilated and he looked like we was ready to devour me.
He pushes me down on the bed. Lips on my neck while his hands travel up my shirt. His touch was hot and heavy. He slowly took off my shirt exposing my chest. He lets out a breath then his lips meets one of my nipples while the other hand occupies itself with the other.
Moans leave my lips as I try to bite them down.
He travels lower stripping his own shirt off. His tatted hand reaching beneath my skirt teasing my clit through my panties.
“You like that princess?” He asks. I nod.
He laughs “What you can’t use your words now?” He mocks me.
“I can use them fine asshole.” His hand wraps around my neck. Though it was out of my comfort zone the pressure felt so nice.
“Now that’s not nice now is it?” He flips me over before ripping away my skirt which I gasp at.
“ I think she needs a punishment kookie.” Taehyung deep voice echoes.
“Say you’re sorry.” He says in my ear,
“Yea right.” A harsh slap hit my ass which erupts a surprised pained sound from my throat.
“That will happen every time you decide to be mean, got that?” I nod feeling the burning sensation on my ass.
He slaps me again. “I said ‘got that?’”
“Yes .” I answer begrudgingly.
I feel the weight I’m on the bed shift, a palm pulls my hair up. And I’m face to face with Taehyung’s cock. He was huge.
“Open up baby.” he says with a mischievous knowing grin.
“I can’t fit that.” I say doubting only to be followed with another slap.
“Sure you can.” He says already pushing himself in my mouth.
“You just need to believe in yourself baby.” He pushes himself further in.
I feel him easily fill up my mouth and slowly filling up my throat. While distracted Jungkook pulls down my panties to reveal my soaked pussy.
“Wow so wet princess.” My pussy clenched around nothing at his words and the man filling up my mouth was not helping.
Hand still in my hair he guides me up and down his thick cock. He smiles at me as I look at him through my lashes.
I feel something drag across my pussy slapping it a couple times before slowly entering me. Oh god he was big too.
My moans are muffled sending vibrations onto his cock making him moan.
The stretch was mind boggling. It hire but it felt incredible. The feeling of being completely stuffed made me even more aroused.
The pair started moving. Tae started to fuck my face while Jungkook dug deeper into my pussy. I was already fucked out of my mind. Moaning on Taehyung’s dick, my arms and legs shaking.
“You like that princess?” I couldn’t answer only moan on the dick stuffed in my mouth. He slaps my ass again making me clench around his dick.
“Use your words.” He mocks me.
“Be nice kookie.” Taehyung grabs his hair.
“Or do you need to be punished too?”
“No.”
“Good boy.” He grabs his face and brings him into kiss him. They were both thrusting in me unforgivably so while tongue fucking each other.
They pull away from each other and I feel Jungkook’s chest on my back.
“Does he taste good?” He asks whispering into my ear as he palms my breast. I couldn’t answer only moan out.
“You like it when he fucks your face?” Tear well up in my eyes as the man shoves himself down my throat.
“I love it when he fucks my face.” All these words he’s whispering is getting me closer and closer.
After a few more thrusts the feeling became too much. My back arches as my nails dugs into Taehyung’s thighs. Muffle moan escape narrowly past his dick. Eyes roll back but their thrusts didn’t let up.
“Good girl.” He pulls out of my mouth, jaw aching. Jungkook does the same.
Jungkook pulls me onto him lying on the bed so I was completely on top of him, both of us facing Taehyung.
His gaze was intense and hungry.
“Look at the both of you. So pretty on top each other.” He kisses each of us.
Jungkook start to push himself in once again. Taehyung’s thumb finds my clit.
My hips jerk as I moan, I throw my head back resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. He places kisses on my neck as I feel his brushing grip on my waist.
Then I felt Taehyung’s lips. He stated licking and sucking on my clit. It was feverish and impatient.
“Cmon baby loosen up for me.” He says into my clit. The vibrations of his baritone voice made me loose it even more.
My hand finds Jungkook’s head gripping on his hair from the stimulation.
I look up and Taehyung’s eyes were already on me like a tiger stalking its prey.
I try to string up a few words, “y-you aren’t g-gonna fit” I say between pants and moans.
“Like I said baby, believe in yourself.” He smirks whispering in my ear. He may be smiling but this man has no mercy, he starts to push into me.
“Fuck! Tae, I can’t.” I babble through pain and pleasure. My nails digging into his shoulders.
“Breathe baby.” He kisses me it was patient and soft but didn’t lack the hunger from before. Inch by inch the two men stretch and destroy me.
Jungkook had his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my side. My hand grips his hair. We both were filling the intense fullness Taehyung was creating. Tears run down my face and pained moaned fill my throat.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mutter shakily. My body was trembling and my legs shaking on Taehyung’s shoulder. He presses sweet kisses on my neck and cheek and Jungkook whispers sweet nothings. But underneath them trying to work me through it they were just as fucked. Breathless with tears in their eyes from pure pleasure.
He finally bottoms out. I was barely breathing. The pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Jungkook’s grip tightens.
“F-fuck! Princess can we move please.” Jungkook whimpers in my ear. His begging made me moan and all I could do was breathlessly nod.
All at once they started moving. I could feel everything. The heat from their skin and breath, them rubbing together inside me. It was incredibly obscene but it was perfect.
A knot built up in my belly and a large hand presses on my abdomen escalating the pleasure. The men were moving at a restless pace. I look up through my tear filled lashes at Taehyung with him hand on my lower belly.
“Look baby.” He gestures to his hand and lifts it. I could clearly see the men’s cocks poking my skin. My legs clench at the sight.
“Oh fuck!”
The men continue their brutal pace. Till you felt them get sloppier in their thrusts pushing you to the edge.
“Want us to cum together?” Taehyung asks given he was the only one who could properly speak.
I nod eagerly and he kisses me panting into my mouth before doing the same to Jungkook,
“Let’s fill our pretty new girlfriend up.”
As if his voice was magic I felt the knot in me burst. Nails digging into Tae’s skin, toe curling, eyes rolling. I could feel them filling me up, their throbbing dicks in my pussy.
I let a strangled moan that no one should ever hear and I felt pain and pleasure everywhere. Their fingers digging into my body and Jungkook’s teeth in my skin. And I loved every part.
