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260409 GOYANG —cr. ouranxingg
NNN (KTH x reader)
Synopsis: When Taehyung agreed to JK’s suggestion to NNN, he regretted it immediately. He lasts only 5 days :(
Warnings: mdni 18+, nnn, more like needy nut Nov., Taehyung down bad, praise, begging, oral (f rec..), face-sitting, mating press, manhandling, creampiesss, pussy drunk, on the kitchen floor, rip to the cookies, mention of multiple positions, multiple rounds, Taehyung ends up a little unhinged, my bad bro, he talks to your pussy lmao
WC: 2.6K+
Kim Taehyung would like to make note that he lasted five days. Practically a week under this torture of No Nut November.
That was five days of enduring you parading around the house in your tiniest clothing or lace sets that had drool forming at the corner of his mouth.
Five days of you cooing at him softly, your touch caressing his arms or chest as a 'thank you' when he grabbed something from the top shelf for you, or carried the heavy stuff for you.
Five days of you bending over to grab something to cook with in the kitchen or bending over to spit toothpaste in the bathroom sink.
Five days of you snuggling with him in bed, only for him to wake up with your pretty ass pressed into his morning wood, your (his) sleep shirt riding up your soft body and showing him little peeks of your naked breasts while you slept soundly next to him.
But all of that comes crashing down when he has a bad day at work. He's strung up like a live wire, His chest heaving, fingers twitching with a need he can't ignore for any longer.
When he makes it home, door slamming shut behind him, he catches you in the kitchen. You're wearing a small t-shirt and tiny shorts, a frilly apron wrapped around you as you mix ingredients in a bowl. When you see him, you're flashing him a dazzling smile, "I'm making cookies!"
"That's great, Pretty." He’s stalking closer like a predator about to catch the sweetest prey. “Spread your legs for me.” And he doesn’t even have the patience to actually let you move yourself. He moves fast, one hand shoving you into the kitchen counter, his other hand prying your plush thighs apart as he sinks onto his knees with a groan.
“Oh!” Your yelp is full of surprise, your fingers curling tighter on the wooden spoon in your one hand and the bowl with your other. “Tae? What’re you-“ your jaw slacks when you feel his fingers tease up the back of your legs.
He’s got your hips digging into the counter top, making you stand on your tip toes, your ass jutted out for him. Your face flushes hot when he presses his face into your pretty pussy still covered by your shorts. His mouth gaping open, huffing and puffing like a dog in heat. His nose sniffing lewdly and making a zing! shoot through your body. “I don’t fail No Nut November if I don’t cum- doesn’t mean I can’t make you cum, right? Right?” His eyes are hooded, his tongue soaking the thin shorts covering your drooling cunt from him.
And you fucking shudder, the cookie batter long forgotten as his palms rub your ass, his voice already wrecked, needy and full of longing. “Tae-“ You’re breathy and whining at the end, “Oh, Tae!”
Taehyung’s mind spins, and he’s folding you over the counter with one hand, dragging the shorts over your ass and down your pretty legs. He doesn’t even try to take them all the way off, letting the material hang around your left foot as his breath pants overs your glistening folds. “As long as I don’t cum it’s okay, it’s okay, baby. Jus’ need a taste, lemme have a taste, tha’s it - show me your pretty pussy,” he purrs and your stomach flips.
It doesn’t count if he doesn’t cum, right? Right?
Taehyung’s mouth salivates, watching your drooling cunt throb, clenching around nothing, wishing for him to stuff you full. “Missed her, and I know she’s missed me. Haven’t you? My pretty girl.” His words slur together as he speaks to your cunt, drunk off your pussy before he’s even touched her. His eyes trailing the slick dripping down your legs.
His thumbs massage your puffy folds, separating the sticky lips apart, blowing on your quivering pussy just to see your slicked hole wink back at him. It feels so dirty how Taehyung has you. Your thighs tense, your stomach sucks in, and your eyelashes flutter close only to fly open in surprise when Taehyung moves.
He forces you to take step back, your breasts pressed against the cold counter top as he turns his body around. He takes his seat on the kitchen floor, his head tilting back, and your dripping cunt hovering right over his waiting mouth. “Need ya’ to bring that pretty pussy down, my love. C’mon, waited long enough already,” he grabs your waist forcefully, and pulls you onto his tongue.
The wet muscle that was his tongue, licks up your pussy like you’re dessert before his dinner. His fingers dip into your hips, forcing your trembling legs to squat a little as he dives face first into your sweet pussy. His groans vibrate up your core lewdly and he’s lapping every new wave of sweet juices that gush from your cunt happily. His cock strains against his slacks, jerking in his boxers as he drags your pussy over his face obscenely. The kitchen walls echo with your pretty cries and the vulgar squelches of your cunt as he slurps it up.
His nose knocks into your puffy clit with each shake of his head, his lips sucking your gooey folds, tongue curling around your dripping hole. Your gummy walls stretching around the long muscle as he slobbers your cunt with his saliva and your juices messily.
You’re slick drools heavily onto his tongue, syrupy and sweet like cream in his morning coffee. It drips on his tongue, down to the back of his throat and even more slips past his lips and down his cheeks, chin, and neck. And the entire time he groans in encouragement, loving every second he’s suffocating between your fat cunt.
“Tha’s it, so sweet - missed this, pretty pussy . Use me, c’mon ride m’face. Want you to make a mess- mmm, there we go, Baby.” And you’re whining, his words building the inferno inside you to burn hotter and hotter. Your fingers clutch the kitchen counter for mercy, but Taehyung tongue swirls your clit instead and you feel two of his thick fingers trace your entrance before slipping all the way to the knuckle.
The stretch makes your walls slurp on his fingers tighter, your hand moving to the top of Taehyung’s messy curls. Your fingers thread into his soft locks, feeling his mouth suck your clit into his mouth as your hips buck from the feeling. You messily drag your cunt over his face and make him groan loudly from it. “Yes, yes, tha’s it - rub your pussy all over me, Pretty.”
The wet squelches are obscene, resonating louder in the kitchen as your mouth drops open in pleasure. Cute little ‘oh’s’ and ‘ah’s!’ slip from your glossy lips as Taehyung’s stuffs you with another finger. He curls his digits deep inside, his coarse fingertips digging into the sweet spot that makes you squeal so sweetly for him. And squeal you do.
He’s hooking his fingers to smash into that same spot over and over again, making your body tense up. You’re tugging on his hair harder, your hips moving erratically as your orgasm approaches faster. “Right there, right there,” your moan is more throaty while your eyes roll to the back of your head as Taehyung listens. He keeps the same pace, coaxing you to let go as he sucks on your clit like it’s candy.
“C’mon, give it to me, cum f’me - let go, want it all on my tongue.” He’s babbling and you’re squealing his name, your hips stuttering and your body slumping over the counter as your orgasm takes over. You gush, all on Taehyung’s waiting mouth, his tongue lapping around his fingers he’s stuffed you with, humming happily as you tremble in the aftershocks.
It’s been five days since he’s had your pussy crying for him, and if you think he satisfied with just that, you’re sorely mistaken. He slips his fingers from your quivering pussy, a wet squelch ringing through the air as he drags your pliant body down to the floor with him. His eyes swirl with hunger, his face glistening with your slick, his lips puffy and his jaw aching from eating you out with such fervor.
“Did so well for me,” he coos and you have to blink heavily up at him as he lays you out on the kitchen floor. He’s flipping your apron up, exposing your pussy to his gaze again. “I don’t fail if I don’t nut, right?” He licks your slick from his lips and kneels between your legs. “It’s okay, I just won’t nut, right? I just need to feel you some more, Pretty. You’ll be so good for me, right?”
Your thighs still quiver, and you nod dumbly at your boyfriend, drool already forming in your mouth as he bends your legs up to your chest. He displays your wet pussy shamelessly, watching it still throb in need, and he loses it.
With one hand, he unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pulling them and his boxers down enough to free his aching cock. And oh does it ache for you. His pretty cock is long, thick and painfully hard. The bulbous tip blushing angry red, pulsating with its own heartbeat as his slit weeps creamy precum heavily. His cock smacks onto your pussy from just how thick it is, and Taehyung’s balls are filled with so much cum, five days worth, that even more of his precum leaks and pools on your stomach making the both of you groan.
Taehyung clenches his jaw. He just doesn’t have to nut, and he won’t fail the challenge. His hand wraps around his shaft, guiding it through your gooey wet folds, smearing your sweet slick onto his fat cock, and he has a full body shiver.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
And when the head of his thick cock notches onto your wet entrance? His hips move on their own accord, sinking the first few inches of his cock inside, and making his jaw clench.
His head droops in defeat because how could he even gaslight himself or you that he won’t nut? How? Not when your gummy walls wrap around him so sinfully a few squirts of his precum stick to your convulsing walls immediately.
Your knees bend to your chest, his palms holding down the back of your thighs as he manhandles your soft body into the filthiest mating press. The position makes your drooling cunt wrap snug around him, slurping him eagerly as he splits you open.
Your gripping him so hard he can only move slowly, bullying your pussy to make room for him. His cock is big and wide, stretching you deliciously you feel every mouthwatering inch drag along your walls. You can feel the thick vein running down his cock throb desperately against your walls, and you moan loudly. “S’big - ngh - too big, too much!” Your eyes well with tears, pinned under Taehyung’s mercy as he takes you on the kitchen floor.
It feels animalistic, primal, dirty how you’re forced to take every inch of his cock. Your feet dangle by his ears, and you can feel him deep inside, reaching farther than you thought possible, filling you so thoroughly you feel like he’s in your lungs. Your breaths burning to even take full breaths.
When he finally bottoms out, your entire body throbs. Your thighs burn, your stomach clenches and your walls convulse rapidly around his shaft, trying to mold to the sheer size of him. “Doing so good f’me,” Taehyung praises, sucking the saliva that pools in his mouth to stop himself from drooling. “Always feel so good around me - you keep me nice n’ warm, don’t ever want to be away from her.” His cock twitches and your sob is raw from the back of your throat.
“Tae, please-“ your nails dig into his big biceps, the tears falling down your cheeks as your mind fogs up. All you can focus on is how much you missed this. Five days were long for you too.
“Aw, did you miss me too?” He coos at your pathetic sniffles, his heavy balls clenching as you whine with a nod. Yeah, fuck this, he’s lost - how could he have deprived not only himself but you of this. His hips pull back, sliding almost all the way out, watching your pussy try to clamp down on him - keep him from leaving. “I know, five days is a long time,” he gives you a pout that matches your own, a little condescending as your nails leave marks on his skin from how hard you clutch to him. “When I’m done with you, it’ll be all worth it.” And then he snaps his hips forward.
His cock thrusts back inside in one stroke, knocking the breath from you and making you slide up from where you were lying on the tile. “Oh fuck, fuck-“ and Taehyung chooses a brutal pace.
He fucks you like he’s mad at you. Bullying his cock into your wet channel roughly, making your slick splash and smear on his pelvis as he drags you back to meet each of his nasty thrusts. “Don’t run from me, ma- we’re just getting started.”
……
It’s been hours.
You’re crying, eyes rolled to the back of your head as Taehyung’s cock thwacks against your puffy pussy merciless for the third time tonight. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum on his dick, your pretty pussy obscenely creaming so much around Taehyung’s length your cunt weeps louder than your raw throat.
And Taehyung is pussy drunk. He’s cum twice already, sloshing his hot sticky cum deep into your drooling cunt, his grunts sounding more like growls from the way he takes you. Your thighs are numb from being held in a mating press, doggy, and then back to mating press. And it seems Taehyung is no where near done with you. “M’sorry I failed no nut November, Pretty.” He’s drooling, the lewd sounds of wet skin smacking into wet skin resonating through the kitchen walls. The mixture of both of your cum seeps from your wet folds and down your ass and into the kitchen floor messily, and you can feel another orgasm build in your abdomen.
Taehyung hair falls into his eyes, the veins in his forearms present from how his arms flex to keep you still. Your pussy slurps his cock wetly, his hips pushing previous loads of his cum from your wet folds as he grinds the hilt of his cock deep inside. “M-make- I’m gonna’ m-make it up to y-you, Pretty.” He dips his head down, his tongue licking up your cute little tears that run down your cheeks. It makes your legs stretch farther back and you both groan as yor body locks up again, your pussy squirting your sweet juices up his pelvis and abs.
Your walls twitch around his girth, milking his cock through your orgasm and sending him falling over the edge right after you. He growls, tightening his hold on the back of your knees, using his weight to press his cock deep inside as he cums. He paints your walls white with more cum, his tip kissing your cervix and rendering you dumb off of his cock. Your mind blanks, your body turning into putty in Taehyung’s hands.
You barely notice that the sun has started to rise outside. Your cookies fucked much like you as Taehyung flips you around to be face down ass up for him. His cum sloshes from your twitching cunt and he’s already mounting you from behind, sliding his cock back in with a vulgar squelch. His cock slides deeper, his creamy tip smooching just outside your womb and having you shuddering violently around his length.
No Nut November? Pfft. He’s not going to stop nutting until he’s got nothing left.
A/N: ayyeee talk to me nice :) I’m delulu okay? And I wrote this half-asleep so there probably is mistakes - that’s on me - oh wellllll
Lmao anyways, comments, kudos, and feedback are appreciated 🙂↕️
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TAEHYUNG FIC REC. (3) 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡. ꪆ୧ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲, ✶ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖺? ⌗
ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES
CHERRY TREES ── the year is 1922, late may, when the days stretch long and golden and cherry blossoms drift through the air like scattered silk. you are the preacher’s daughter, meant for a quiet, respectable life you never asked for. but none of it matters when it comes to kim taehyung. with him, beneath the cherry trees, the world grows softer. time slows. every stolen kiss tastes like summer and ruin. you know it cannot last. you know the town’s eyes are sharp and its judgment unforgiving. still, you choose him— desperately, recklessly— because some loves are worth breaking your entire world for. @seokbite
FUN AND GAMES ── taehyung isn’t all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. he’s always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. It’s only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEÑOS ── a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ── running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyung’s patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ── just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ── y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ── this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ── while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, you’re hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ── “fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.” @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ── “there’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.” @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ── taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ── he’s been around forever—your brother’s best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ── to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldn’t, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ── taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing… with taehyung eating them by accident. now he’s stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ── nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ── you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isn’t ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ── y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she won’t make a move because she doesn’t want to break girl code. that doesn’t stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ── determined to break down his walls as a new year’s resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new year’s countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ── taehyung is usually a very conservative person. he’s also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. she’s wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a “vanilla” person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sight…? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ── a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small moments—soft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize it’s there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ── teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ── all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ── you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ── drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ── runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ── your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ── @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ── the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ── @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ── your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ── after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, he’s free to exist without being recognized. It’s just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ── you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ── @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ── he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ── this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyung’s heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ── farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ── @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ── you were in an arranged marriage with a man you’re convinced isn’t fit to be your husband. he’s got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ── “Jerk off for me.” @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ── you’re still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ── while on location for taehyung’s driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ── @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ── you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still can’t stand him but this time, you don’t know if it’s because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ── sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ── "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ── "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ── “For if she doesn’t, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.” @borathae
WHITE DRESS ── being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ── three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ── your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that I’ve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that I’ve read so far. they’re all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that I’m starting my writing journey, it’s not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially series’s. to those authors that I’ve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because you’re AMAZING!
𝐢. 𝓯ragmentos
𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾. ⠀⠀非♥︎ ⠀⠀／⠀⠀𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾⠀⠀ ౿
절❀. ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗍, ⠀⠀﹫𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗀𝗎𝗄
𝚅𝙺𝙾𝙾𝙺 ⠀⠀가을✉️❀ ⠀⠀𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺-𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾.
𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 ❛ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈 ⠀⠀ ───── ⠀⠀𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄
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𝐢𝐢.
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His Obsession- KTH
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SYNOPSIS: Y/N agrees to marry Kim Taehyung, a ruthless mafia boss, under a deal that convinces her to accept the marriage. However, as their union begins, Taehyung's obsession with Y/N intensifies. His dangerous fixation soon starts to affect her life in ways she never anticipated. GENRE: Dark Romance | Mafia Romance | Thriller WC: 14k
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You never imagined your life would twist into something like this. From the dim lights of your small office to the blinding chandelier of a mafia's mansion your world flipped overnight.
You were just another employee in a struggling company, surviving paycheck to paycheck. Rent was due. Bills stacked higher each week. You barely had enough to eat.
That night, your boss had dragged you to a lavish party "a client meeting," he said. You didn't expect him to be there.
Kim Taehyung. You'd heard his name whispered in fear and fascination a man who owned half the city's underground network and still had the media wrapped around his finger. People called him The Viper behind his back cold, ruthless, but untouchably charming.
When you caught his gaze across the crowded room, the noise around you faded. His eyes lingered a second too long, like he'd just decided something.
You looked away. But he didn't.
Hours later, one drink turned into two. His deep voice, the way he leaned close, the weight of his stare it all pulled you in like gravity. You told yourself it was a mistake when you woke up in his bed the next morning. His sheets smelled of expensive cologne and sin.
You slipped out before he woke up, your heart pounding in your ears, trying to forget the feel of his touch.
You thought it ended there. It didn't.
-----
A week later, two black cars stopped outside your apartment. Men in suits, his men stood there silently until you stepped out. They handed you a letter. Inside, written in elegant handwriting:
We need to talk. Come to the Kim estate.
You shouldn't have come here. You kept telling yourself that as the black gates of the Kim mansion opened before you tall, cold, and guarded by men in suits. You could've ignored the letter. You could've stayed home, pretended none of this existed.
But here you were, stepping into the lion's den.
The guards didn't speak. They only gestured for you to follow, their footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The mansion smelled of money, power, and something darker something that made the air heavy.
Your pulse quickened when you saw him. Kim Taehyung sat on a velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine in his hand. His gaze flicked up at you once slow, deliberate as if he'd been expecting you all along.
Beside him stood an older man, sharp-featured, commanding even in silence. You didn't need to ask who he was. The resemblance said it all.
Taehyung's father.
He rose from his seat, eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down before turning toward his son.
"You must be joking, Taehyung," he said, his tone dripping with disbelief. "Is this the girl you're going to marry?"
You froze.
Marry?
The word hit you like a slap. For a moment, you thought you misheard. But the way both of them looked at you one in disappointment, the other in quiet defiance told you it was very real.
"This girl will bring no gain to our family," his father continued coldly. "She's weak, pathetic a nobody. I thought I raised you better than this. Why can't you choose someone of your own standing?"
You could feel his gaze slicing through you, his words twisting in your stomach like a knife. He didn't even need to ask to know you didn't belong here. The trembling in your legs gave you away. You were scared. Completely out of place.
Taehyung leaned back, his voice calm but edged with steel. "You wanted me to get married," he said. "And now I've chosen who I want."
His father's jaw tightened, his voice rising. "Yes, but not her."
Taehyung set his glass down, the sound sharp in the tense silence. "Then I'm not marrying anyone else."
Their eyes locked two men cut from the same ruthless cloth, neither backing down.
"Taehyung-" his father began, but his son had already turned away. Without another word, Taehyung signaled one of his men, who stepped forward toward you.
"Take her upstairs," Taehyung ordered.
The guard's hand closed around your wrist before you could react. "Wait- where are you taking me?" you asked, your voice trembling, but they didn't answer.
As you were dragged down the hall, you looked back one last time. Taehyung stood there, calm, unreadable the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you disappear around the corner and that's when it sank in this wasn't a nightmare. You were trapped in it.
---
The door slammed shut behind you, echoing through the enormous room. You stumbled forward, trying to catch your breath, your wrist still burning from the guard's grip. You turned but the guard was already gone. The silence that followed was almost unbearable.
The room was vast and dimly lit, filled with expensive furniture and shadows that seemed to stretch toward you. Heavy curtains framed the windows, blocking any light from the outside. Everything smelled faintly of whiskey and leather.
And then the door opened again.
Taehyung walked in, his jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, the top button of his shirt undone. There was a faint smirk on his face not playful, but dangerous. You took a step back, your pulse hammering.
"What do you want from me?" you finally asked, your voice breaking the silence.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he walked past you, poured himself another glass of wine, and leaned against the table. "You think I'd let my father decide my life?" he said slowly, swirling the drink. "No, sweetheart. I decide who stands next to me."
Your brows furrowed. "I'm not marrying you, Taehyung. Whatever this is—"
"You will." His voice cut through your words, calm but final.
You blinked, trying to process his confidence. "Why would I?"
He turned to you then, eyes dark and unreadable. "Because I can give you everything you want." He took a slow step toward you, his gaze fixed on yours. "Money. A place to stay. Safety. Every comfort you've never had in your life."
You clenched your fists. "You think money can make me say yes?"
He chuckled lowly, the sound curling through the air. "Not money," he said, his voice dropping softer. "Reality."
Your chest tightened as his expression shifted colder now, sharper. "You're an orphan, aren't you?" he said. "No family. No one to rely on. You're drowning in debts, working for scraps. Tell me, how long do you think you can survive like that?"
Your breath hitched. You hadn't told him that. "How do you know-"
"I know everything about you," he interrupted. "Where you live. What you earn. What you owe." He stepped closer until his voice brushed your ear. "And I know you don't have anywhere else to go."
You turned away, anger rising in your throat but it was tangled with fear. He wasn't wrong. You were barely holding your life together.
"So," he continued, setting the glass down and straightening up. "Here's the deal."
He looked you dead in the eyes. "You'll marry me. For one year. You'll live here, you'll have everything you need clothes, money, comfort. When the year ends, you'll be free to leave. I'll even pay off your debts."
You stood there, silent, your thoughts spinning. A year of your life in exchange for stability. It wasn't love. It was a transaction. But part of you wondered if you could really walk away after it was over.
He waited, patient, knowing time was his ally.
Finally, you drew in a shaky breath. "Fine," you said. "I'll do it."
A small, triumphant smile touched his lips but it faded when you raised your hand. "On one condition," you said firmly. "You don't get close to me. You don't touch me without my consent. This marriage is just a deal nothing more."
For a second, he didn't say anything. Then his head tilted slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't touch you?" he repeated, stepping closer again, his voice lower, teasing. "You really think you'll last a year without wanting me?"
You glared at him. "Try me."
His smirk widened, though his eyes darkened. "You'll be the one coming to me," he murmured, leaning close enough for his breath to brush your skin. "Begging me to touch you."
"Never," you snapped, the word sharp.
The teasing glint vanished from his face replaced by something far colder. His jaw tensed, his expression unreadable. For the first time, you felt the danger under his charm.
He let out a quiet chuckle, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Alright then," he said, straightening. "Let's see how long that promise lasts."
You held your ground, even though your heart pounded painfully in your chest. Because in that moment, you realized something you'd made a deal with the devil and he was already planning how to make you break it.
---
It was already time. You hadn't even had the chance to choose your wedding dress; everything had been decided for you. Taehyung had orchestrated every detail, every angle, every shadow of this day, leaving no room for your voice, your choice, your will. The ceremony itself was unnervingly simple no flowers overflowing, no guests bustling, just the quiet, suffocating presence of Taehyung's family, all sharp eyes and unreadable expressions.
The priest's words were hollow, echoing against the cold walls of the small hall. When it came time to exchange vows, you found yourself speaking lines that felt empty on your tongue. Promises meant to bind hearts felt like paper thin, fragile, meaningless against the weight of reality. You had imagined this day differently. You had imagined standing before someone you loved, pouring truth into every word, feeling the warmth of commitment and trust in each vow. Instead, you were standing in front of a man who ruled with fear, a man whose hands controlled more than just the strings of this ceremony.
Your stomach twisted, the weight of betrayal and disillusionment pressing down on you. This wasn't love. This wasn't a promise of companionship, of safety, of tenderness. This was power. This was control. And you were trapped in its grasp.
The priest's voice drew out the moment with ritualistic patience. "...you may now kiss the bride."
Taehyung leaned forward, slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no warmth in the gesture, no tenderness only the undeniable assertion of dominance, the unspoken reminder that nothing here belonged to you but what he allowed.
When his lips met yours, it was brief, calculated, ceremonial. Not affection, not love, not passion only the cold brush of inevitability. Your chest tightened, and for a fleeting second, the reality of what you had stepped into crashed over you: a marriage with a man whose power could shake the world, whose heart you were yet to find or feared didn't exist at all.
And as the priest pronounced you husband and wife, the applause or whatever hollow acknowledgment there was felt like a distant echo. Outside, the world continued. Inside, you stood frozen, the taste of his kiss lingering like a warning: this was no fairy tale. This was a kingdom built on fear, and you were its newest subject.
---
It was your wedding night, yet fear clung to you like a shadow you couldn't shake. You weren't naive you had spent a night with Taehyung before, a reckless, drunken night that blurred at the edges of your memory. Maybe that was why your hands shook now, why your chest felt tight, why the thought of facing him sober made your stomach twist. Perhaps a few drinks would have calmed you but you didn't have that option.
You tried to steady your thoughts. He wouldn't cross the line. He wouldn't touch you without your consent. You made that very clear. That was the rule. That was the promise. Wasn't it?
The sound of the door clicking shut behind him made you stiffen. He stepped in, slow, deliberate, and your gaze couldn't help but follow him. One by one, he undid his buttons, removing his shirt with the casual arrogance of a man who knew exactly the effect he had. Every measured step toward you made your pulse race, even though you told yourself it shouldn't.
"Aren't you going to sleep... or are you waiting for something?" His voice cut through the silence, calm but sharp, and it made you blink, startled.
"Huh?" you stammered, trying to keep your composure.
"I'm going to sleep," you managed, forcing yourself to settle onto the bed, curling slightly at the edge as if distance could protect you.
"Unless you're waiting for something," he added, and there was a teasing edge to the words that made your stomach knot tighter.
"What are you talking about?" you asked, eyes narrowing, but your voice trembled despite yourself.
He chuckled softly, that low, knowing sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Are you really going to sleep in your wedding dress?" he said, his tone almost playful, almost teasing but you could feel the weight of his control in it.
You should've taken it off before trying to rest. You should've thought of that.
"Wouldn't that be... uncomfortable?" he whispered, drawing out the last words with a dangerous calm that made your heart stutter.
You swallowed hard. Slowly, deliberately, you rose from the bed. "I'll... get changed," you said, your voice steady but quiet, and moved toward the bathroom, needing to put some distance between the two of you. Your hands trembled as you reached for the dress, but you reminded yourself: he would not cross the line. Not without your consent.
---
You step out after changing, clutching the edge of your nerves like a lifeline and freeze. There he is, lying on the bed, one arm slung casually above his head, sweatpants low enough to show the curve of his hips, chest bare under the dim light. Your stomach twists. This man, your husband now has no shame, no regard for propriety, and here he is, half-naked in your room.
A curse slips through your teeth under your breath. You need your blanket. You're not sleeping next to him. Not like this. Not when every instinct in you is screaming to keep distance.
Carefully, you reach for the pillow, your hands trembling slightly. As you move toward the blanket, his leg shifts subtly, trapping it under his knee. You freeze, panic surging, and try to pull it free but your balance wavers. One misstep and you would fall forward, dangerously close to him. You bite your lip, gripping the blanket tight, forcing yourself to stay upright, forcing yourself not to wake him.
"If you wanted to be that close to me, you should've told me," he says suddenly, his voice calm but laced with amusement. "Why stare at me like that?"
You blink, horrified, and look down. Your heart hammers. You realize, in that moment, that you were facing him in an undeniably vulnerable way.
"I- I just wanted the blanket," you stammer, heat creeping into your cheeks.
"There are many in the cupboard too," he says, tilting his head, casual, unbothered, yet his words carry the subtle weight of control reminding you that nothing here is random, nothing is accidental.
"I... I didn't know," you whisper, your throat tight. "I'm just going to sleep." You gather the pillow and blanket, moving as carefully as possible toward the couch. Every step feels like a negotiation, every breath measured.
As you lay down on the couch, your body stiff, every muscle tense, you hear him chuckle softly from the bed. It isn't a loud laugh, but low, deliberate, unsettling.
---
You lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds that passed. The air was too still, too quiet, and every faint sound the ticking clock, the hum of the night outside only made the silence between you and him heavier. You thought he had fallen asleep. You wanted him to. But then you heard it his voice, low and calm, cutting through the quiet.
"Uncomfortable?"
You flinched, realizing he was still awake. You didn't answer right away. Maybe if you stayed quiet, he would stop.
"I can hear you turning," he continued. "You're not used to quiet rooms, are you?"
Your throat tightened. "I'm fine," you murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.
A pause. Then a quiet laugh short, humorless. "You always say that."
You turned your head slightly, eyes meeting the faint outline of him on the bed. He was lying still, his arm under his head, eyes open. Watching you. That was the worst part how calm he looked, how steady, how unbothered. It was as if he'd already calculated your every move.
"Do you always watch people like that?" you asked, unable to stop yourself.
"Only when I need to understand them," he replied smoothly. "And right now, I need to understand you."
The way he said it made your chest tighten. It wasn't curiosity it was control, the kind that pressed in without a word. He didn't need to raise his voice; his tone carried enough command to make you want to look away.
"I don't need you to understand me," you said quietly.
"I think you do," he murmured, his eyes still on you. "Because I'm the only one who can decide how difficult this year will be for you."
The words hung in the air, soft yet heavy, a quiet threat disguised as a promise. You swallowed hard and looked away, clutching the blanket tighter around yourself.
After a moment, he spoke again, voice calm as ever. "You can rest. I'm not going to touch you, Y/N. You made that clear. But don't mistake silence for safety. The world doesn't work like that."
You didn't respond. You didn't move. You just closed your eyes and lay still, pretending sleep had found you. But your mind was racing, every thought circling back to the same truth this man didn't need to lift a hand to have power over you. He just had to exist near you.
---
It had been a week since the wedding. Seven days since your world shifted under Taehyung's name. Everything, on the surface, seemed fine. You went to work, came home, and kept to yourself. Taehyung never restricted you he let you continue your job, let you pretend that life still belonged to you. But deep down, you knew the truth. Freedom under his name wasn't really freedom at all it was a privilege he allowed. A quiet reminder that even when he wasn't around, his presence lingered in the choices you made.
His father barely acknowledged your existence. Not that it mattered. You had no expectations of warmth in this house, no illusions of family. You were only there because of a deal, a paper bond, a cold arrangement sealed with vows that meant nothing.
Still, you kept moving forward. You worked, you earned, you saved. You knew you couldn't depend on Taehyung forever he wasn't a man you could rely on, not when every glance from him felt like a silent test. You needed to build your own safety net, something untouched by his power.
The office was busy that morning, papers shuffling, phones ringing, people rushing through their tasks like their lives depended on it. Monday, the day everyone dreaded. You welcomed it. Work was the only place where you could breathe, where you could pretend you were just another ordinary person, not the wife of a man who could end lives with a single command.
You and Lia stepped out to grab tea, grateful for the small escape from the buzzing office. The aroma of boiling leaves filled the air as you both waited near the counter. The moment was simple until her voice broke through it.
"Wait-" Lia's gaze dropped to your hand. "That ring... it looks expensive."
Your heart skipped. You froze, just for a second, before forcing a small laugh. "Oh, this?" You lifted your hand casually, praying she wouldn't notice the tremor in your voice. "It's nothing fancy. Just something I bought during a sale. Spent some of my savings on it."
Lia tilted her head, unconvinced. "Really? It doesn't look like a sale piece. That stone-"
"It's fake," you interrupted quickly, smiling too fast, too forced. "Looks real, right? That's the only reason I bought it."
She studied it for another heartbeat, her brows furrowing in curiosity. For that moment, the entire world seemed to hold its breath with you. Because that ring wasn't fake. It wasn't from a sale. It was a mark, a symbol of ownership Taehyung refused to let you take off. He'd told you that himself.
"You'll wear it," he had said, eyes cold, tone calm. "So you never forget who you belong to."
You could still hear it in his voice sometimes, like a whisper following you through the day.
Finally, Lia shrugged, breaking the tension. "Well, it's pretty. You've got good taste," she said, turning to grab her tea.
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. "Yeah... I guess," you murmured, forcing a small smile as you turned away.
But even as you sipped your tea, your fingers curled unconsciously around the ring. It gleamed faintly under the dull office lights too real, too sharp, too heavy. A small, shining reminder that no matter where you went, you were never really out of his reach.
---
You pushed open the door to your room, half expecting the usual emptiness. Most nights, Taehyung wasn't home his world existed outside these walls, filled with people who followed his orders without question and feared the consequences if they didn't.
But tonight, he was there.
He sat near the window, the city lights washing over him in sharp gold streaks, a half-filled glass of wine in his hand. The sight made you pause in the doorway. There was something unsettling about how calm he looked like a storm perfectly contained within human skin.
He glanced up when he heard you. "You're late."
You blinked, caught off guard. "I had work," you said simply, setting your bag down. "I had to finish before leaving."
He hummed softly, swirling the wine in his glass. The faint sound of liquid against crystal filled the silence. "Work," he repeated, as though the word itself amused him. "That job of yours must be very demanding, keeping you from coming home on time."
You crossed your arms, your tone flat. "It's my job. You said I could continue working."
"I did." He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours. "But that doesn't mean you can come home whenever you please."
You frowned. "It's not like you even notice when I'm home or not."
His gaze darkened for a brief second sharp, quick, almost dangerous. "Be careful with that tone," he said quietly. Then, as if nothing had changed, he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "If you're going to stay out late, I'll have guards accompany you."
You let out a short, bitter laugh. "Guards? For what? You think anyone cares enough to come after me?"
His lips curved faintly, but it wasn't a smile. "You underestimate how this world works. You live under my name now. You wear my ring. That's enough reason for people to use you against me."
You scoffed, shaking your head. "And what would you do then? Save me?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them. "You wouldn't even care unless it hurt your reputation."
He set his glass down with a soft clink. The quiet sound felt louder than a shout. Then he stood, walking toward you slowly, unhurried, each step deliberate.
When he stopped in front of you, you could feel his presence like a shadow pressed against your skin. "You think I wouldn't care," he said, voice low, even. "You're right. I wouldn't... in the way you want me to."
Your breath caught. His eyes were calm, cold, honest. There was no cruelty in them just truth.
"But if anyone dared to touch what's mine," he continued, "they wouldn't live long enough to regret it."
You froze. He wasn't saying it out of affection it was possession. A statement, not a promise.
He picked up his glass again and turned away, resuming his place by the window as though nothing had happened. "Be home on time from now on," he said, his tone final. "I don't like repeating myself."
You stared at him for a moment longer, heart pounding, before quietly slipping out of your shoes and heading to the wardrobe. The silence returned, heavy, suffocating.
---
The night was painted in the faint golden glow of city lights, laughter echoing in the air as your colleagues celebrated the company's recent success. It had been months of endless work, sleepless nights, and stress but tonight, you all could finally breathe. The bar was lively, the sound of clinking glasses blending with music that seemed to blur with every drink you took. You and Lia sat close, cheeks flushed red, giggling over things that barely made sense anymore.
By the time the clock neared midnight, your world was spinning soft lights blurring, sounds echoing like a distant dream. You could barely focus on Mr. Min's voice when he offered to drop you both home. Your lips parted to thank him, but before you could speak, someone else appeared a tall figure in black, a familiar tension radiating from his presence.
You blinked, trying to make sense of the sharp lines of his jaw, the coldness in his eyes. Taehyung.
Your husband.
Even through your intoxicated haze, you could feel the chill in his aura. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with restrained fury. Without a word, he exchanged a few sentences with Mr. Min, his tone quiet but commanding enough to make the man step back. Before you could react, Taehyung's hand wrapped around your wrist firm, unyielding and he began pulling you toward the exit.
"H–hey..." you slurred, trying to pull your hand away, "I wasn't done drinking yet..."
Your words came out in a mix of laughter and complaint, your head too heavy to hold up. But Taehyung didn't say a word. His grip only tightened as he led you through the crowd, his silence far louder than any scolding. The wind outside hit your face sharply as he practically lifted you into the car. The moment the door shut, the sound of the city faded only the low hum of the engine and your shallow breaths filled the space.
You tilted your head, trying to focus on him. His face was turned toward you now, jaw clenched, eyes filled with something dark anger, maybe frustration. You couldn't tell.
"You," you mumbled, pointing a finger at him with a lazy grin. "How dare you... I wasn't done drinking yet..."
Taehyung's expression didn't change, but his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He leaned slightly closer, his voice low, calm but there was steel beneath it.
"We're going home."
That was all he said.
You rolled your eyes dramatically and slumped against the seat, muttering incoherently, "You're so bossy... even drunk me hates you..."
Taehyung exhaled slowly, his patience thin but controlled. His gaze lingered on your flushed face, the way your hair fell over your shoulder, and for the briefest second something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable.
---
You barely registered when the car stopped the world spinning too fast, your head heavy from the alcohol. Before you could even steady yourself, the door opened, and you were pulled out roughly. The next thing you knew, the cold air hit your skin, then the hard impact of your body against the bed.
Your vision blurred, blinking through the dizziness, you saw him 'Taehyung' standing there, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with restrained fury. The glass of his composure had cracked.
"Do you even realize what you just did?" His voice was low, dangerously calm, the kind that made your stomach twist.
You tried to sit up, but the weight of the room and the pounding in your head made it impossible. "Let me go," you mumbled, your words half-slurred, half-defiant.
He grabbed your chin, forcing your face upward. His fingers weren't cruel, but there was no gentleness either only power, control. "Didn't I tell you not to stay out late? Do you enjoy testing me?" His tone deepened, a quiet storm behind every word. "And where the hell is your ring?"
Your eyes met his, hazy but unyielding. "I'm not yours to control," you whispered, though your voice trembled.
He let out a quiet laugh, a dark, humorless sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "You really believe that?" His eyes flicked down, then back up to you, his tone dropping to a near whisper. "You wear my name, Y/N. My ring. You live under my roof. You think you can just walk around pretending you're not mine?"
His grip tightened slightly not to hurt, but to remind you of the reality you were trapped in. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest. The alcohol dulled your thoughts, but not the fear that began to creep in.
"Taehyung..." you whispered, trying to sound firm, but your voice cracked halfway.
Taehyung let out a low chuckle as he firmly declared, "You're mine, Y/N, and I'll make sure you never forget it." With a possessive fervor, he suddenly crashed his lips against yours, asserting his dominance in a passionate kiss. You responded lazily, your mind in a daze as you couldn't understand why your body was betraying you, responding to his every touch in spite of your lack of desire for him.
With his mind completely consumed by the desire to claim you, he continues to kiss you deeply while moving his hands around your body, his fingers roaming wherever they could reach. His body presses harder against you, his weight pinning you against the bed as the kiss intensifies. He can feel your resistance slowly fading away as the fire between you burns even higher. He isn't holding back and he has zero regrets as he's completely lost in the moment and in you.
Taehyung's frustration and desire came pouring out as he muttered, "You drive me insane." With a trail of kisses, he descended towards your collarbone, pausing to mark your neck with his own passionate artwork. Caught up in the moment, you couldn't help but let out a moan, consumed by the sensations he was igniting within you. Despite your inner reservations, you gave in to the overwhelming desire, wanting him in that moment despite everything.
---
You woke up to a dull ache in your body, the kind of exhaustion that felt heavier than sleep. The room smelled faintly of cologne and wine, curtains drawn tight against the morning sun. Your head was pounding, but it wasn't just the remnants of alcohol; it was the weight of everything pressing down on you.
You shifted carefully, pulling the sheet closer around you as if it could shield you from the reality you didn't want to face. The night before felt like a blur, like something you couldn't or didn't want to remember fully. A sick, quiet frustration sat at the back of your throat. You had set boundaries. You had made yourself clear. And yet here you were, feeling trapped in a life you hadn't chosen.
With a sigh, you tried to slip off the bed, hoping to gather yourself before facing him. But before your feet could touch the floor, a hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.
"Leaving me just like the day you walked out after that one night?" Taehyung's voice was low and rough from sleep, but there was no mistaking the sharpness buried in it. His grip wasn't harsh, but it was enough to stop you.
You turned back, your heart lurching. He lay there propped against the headboard, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded but watchful. There was an infuriating calm to him a man who knew exactly how much power he held. Despite yourself, you gulped; he looked devastatingly composed, and you hated that your body noticed.
"I was going to take a bath," you said quietly, trying to sound firm but coming off more like a plea.
He hummed, a sound that was neither approval nor dismissal, and slowly released your wrist. Without another word, he lay back against the pillows, closing his eyes as if the conversation were over and he'd decided your choices for you.
For a moment you stood there, watching him so unreadable, so unpredictable and felt a bitter taste rise in your mouth. Sometimes you wondered if you would ever understand this man, or if that was exactly what he wanted: to remain an enigma you could never escape.
You straightened your spine, swallowed your thoughts, and moved toward the bathroom, every step a reminder of the life you were now entangled in.
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Taehyung announced he was going out for a business party, the words dropping casually as if they were nothing. You had expected, or maybe hoped, that he would invite you along after all, you were his wife. But he didn't. And truthfully, you didn't care enough to ask. Still, the thought of staying cooped up at home for the week off made your chest ache with restless boredom. You wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, to reclaim a sliver of freedom, even if it was just for a few hours.
And now, there he was, moving through the room, impeccably dressed, precise, every motion deliberate. You couldn't help but watch him, even if it was only from the corner of your eye.
"What's with that look?" he asked, catching your gaze. His tone was casual, but there was a subtle sharpness in it, like a test you didn't even know you were taking.
"Nothing," you murmured, turning away quickly, pretending you hadn't been staring.
"Say it," he prompted, voice calm but commanding.
Your shoulders sagged slightly. You could feel the frustration bubbling in your chest, the way your hands fidgeted at your sides. "I'll be bored at home... can I go-"
"No," he interrupted, flat and final, his gaze unwavering.
You pouted, an uncharacteristic, childish sulk taking over as your voice wavered. "I just... I wanted to go out," you muttered, your words half complaint, half plea.
Taehyung studied you for a long moment, a small, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Then, suddenly, he leaned down and pressed a quick, sharp kiss to your lips. The gesture was effortless, confident, leaving you frozen, heart hammering, and ears burning red. Your breath caught, and for a moment, you couldn't think straight.
"I'll make sure to come back soon," he said, standing upright again, voice smooth, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "And I'll take you out. You'll get your time but on my terms."
You watched him walk out the door, your lips tingling from the sudden contact, mind spinning with a mix of frustration, admiration, and something unnamable. --------
You didn't know why you were obeying him anymore. This was supposed to be just a contract marriage nothing more, nothing less. Letting him close enough to share the same bed, to touch you, to pleasure you none of that was part of the deal. Yet somehow, here you were, asking for his permission just to step outside. The realization made your chest tighten, as if invisible chains were coiling tighter around your lungs.
You told yourself this would end soon. Just a few more months, a few more meaningless days, and you'd be free. They say years can pass in the blink of an eye but this one year felt endless, dragging you through every shade of silence and control. Each second spent under his gaze felt like it stretched into hours.
Taehyung sat across from you, his posture composed, voice smooth as he spoke to the waiter. The restaurant was one of those exclusive VIP places quiet, intimate, and far removed from the noise of the city. Soft instrumental music drifted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of roses and fine wine. Through the tall glass window beside you, the city lights shimmered like scattered jewels against the night sky.
Everything about this place screamed luxury the polished marble floors, the warm amber glow of chandeliers, the elegant hum of quiet conversations. It was breathtakingly beautiful, almost unreal.
Your gaze wandered to him again. The dim light played across his sharp features the clean lines of his jaw, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, the faint reflection of the skyline in his eyes. He belonged here, in this world of sophistication and quiet power. Every detail, from his tailored suit to his composed expression, matched the atmosphere perfectly.
"Something that's Taehyung's type," you thought bitterly. The place reflected him elegant, commanding, and distant. Maybe that's why he chose it.
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You weren't sure how long you'd been sitting there, pretending to enjoy the food while Taehyung spoke casually with the waiter, his voice calm and deep. The dim golden light flickered against the wine glasses, and the city beyond the window seemed to move in slow motion. You tried to focus on the view instead of the suffocating silence between you.
Your fingers brushed the rim of your glass as you shifted slightly, too slightly. The glass tilted, and before you could react, the red liquid spilled across the white tablecloth, bleeding through the perfect setting like an accidental wound.
"Shit," you whispered under your breath, reaching for the napkin.
Taehyung's gaze flicked to you. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing just signaled the waiter to handle it, his face unreadable.
"I'll... just go clean up," you murmured, pushing your chair back. He didn't stop you, only gave a silent nod, his expression still too calm.
You slipped away from the table, your heels clicking softly against the marble floor as you searched for the washroom. The place was dimly lit and maze-like, lined with glass walls and golden accents that reflected your confused expression back at you.
Just as you turned a corner, your shoulder collided with someone's arm. You stumbled slightly, almost losing balance before a hand steadied you.
"I'm sorry, miss, are you alright?" The man's voice was smooth, polite. He wore a crisp suit, his smile friendly, almost too friendly.
"Ah- yes, I'm fine," you said quickly, straightening up.
"The washroom's down that hall," he gestured kindly. "It's easy to get lost here."
You nodded, offering a small, grateful smile before walking away. You didn't think much of it just a stranger being helpful. But when you stepped out of the washroom moments later, wiping your hands, your heart nearly stopped.
Taehyung was standing right outside the hallway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone loosely. His gaze was fixed on you sharp, unreadable, cold.
"T–Taehyung?" you called softly, unsure.
He didn't answer immediately. His eyes drifted past you to the direction the man had gone then back to you. "Who was that?" he asked quietly. Too quietly.
You blinked, startled. "What? Oh, just some man who- who showed me the way. I didn't know where the washroom-"
His jaw clenched. "You shouldn't talk to strangers, Y/n."
You frowned. "He was just helping me."
He took a step closer, his presence heavy. "You're my wife now. Whether you like it or not, there are people who'd use you to get to me. You can't trust anyone." His voice dropped lower, almost like a warning. "Not a single soul."
The words hit harder than you expected not because of what he said, but because of the way he said it. His tone wasn't possessive it was protective, but with an edge of something darker.
You nodded quietly, not trusting yourself to speak.
Dinner ended shortly after that. Taehyung barely said a word as you both walked out of the restaurant, his expression unreadable. The night air was cool, but inside the car, it felt stifling. The hum of the engine was the only sound between you.
You sat beside him, your hands folded tightly in your lap. You didn't know what he was thinking, or if he was even angry. But your heart raced anyway, panic tightening in your chest for no clear reason. You turned to the window, watching the city blur past as you wondered why did his silence always make you feel like you'd done something terribly wrong?
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You sat at the edge of the bed, the soft cotton of your pajamas brushing against your skin, the dim light of the room flickering faintly from the bedside lamp. The sound of Taehyung's voice filled the space deep, sharp, and strained with anger.
He was pacing near the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his tone low but dangerous. You couldn't make out the words, but every pause and every heavy sigh made your stomach twist. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense under the black silk of his shirt.
You didn't know what could make him that furious. God knows what kind of business call this was every time his phone rang, you could feel the air around him shift. It reminded you of who he truly was beneath that calm, refined exterior. A man with power. A man capable of violence.
Your eyes followed him quietly.
It had been a few minutes since you both got home, yet he hadn't moved from that spot. Still in his expensive suit, still radiating that same silent authority. You had already changed into your pajamas, your hair damp from washing off the makeup, your body tired but sleep felt impossible under the weight of his presence.
You leaned slightly against the headboard, watching him in silence, wondering for the hundredth time what kind of world he lived in. You knew he wasn't just a businessman. Not when his phone calls ended with words like "clean it up" or "no witnesses."
You often told yourself not to think about it, but tonight, the thought lingered.
Was he just a bad man or a cruel one? Did he hurt people who didn't deserve it?
Did he ever regret it?
You didn't know. Everything about him felt like a locked door, and you didn't even have the right to ask for the key.
The sound of his phone snapping shut pulled you back to reality.
Taehyung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before tugging at the first button of his shirt. The soft click of the buttons echoed faintly in the quiet room one after another, slow and deliberate. His movements were precise, practiced, but there was tension in them, a lingering frustration that hadn't left his body.
You didn't realize you were staring until his shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest. His skin caught the dim light, the shadow of his collarbones dipping slightly with each breath.
He turned his head then catching you in the act.
Your eyes widened, and you immediately looked away, pretending to adjust your blanket as heat rushed up your neck. You could still feel his gaze on you, heavy and unblinking. The next thing you heard was his slow footsteps crossing the carpet. Each one sounded closer, quieter, more deliberate until the air between you felt charged, thick enough to make you hold your breath.
The memories of your intimate moment together flooded your mind, and Taehyung's words sent a shiver down your spine. "If you want something, ask for it," he said, his voice filled with a mix of determination and desire. Without hesitation, you found yourself drawn to him, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. You couldn't tear your gaze away from him, and his bare, toned body was a sight to behold. Feeling bold, you took the opportunity to reach out and run your hands along his biceps, feeling the firmness under your fingertips.
A small sound, half-gasp, half-sigh, escaped your throat as his lips pressed a searing, open-mouthed trail along the line of your jaw, down to the sensitive curve where your neck met your shoulder. You tilted your head instinctively, giving him better access, allowing him to taste the racing pulse there.
His arms, those same toned, beautiful arms you'd just admired, moved swiftly. One hand gripped the back of your head, threading into your hair to keep you locked in place, while the other slid down your back, molding your spine to his chest. The thin cotton of the blanket, your last barrier bunched between your bodies, a small annoyance he clearly wasn't going to tolerate for long.
"Tell me what you want," he muttered against your skin, the vibration of his voice making you tremble. It wasn't a question anymore; it was a demand, thick with gravel and urgency.
You couldn't form words, not yet. Instead, you tightened your hands on his biceps, digging your nails in just slightly, and then let your hands slide down, over the hard ridge of his ribs, until your palms rested flat against the incredible heat of his bare abdomen. The muscles flexed beneath your touch.
He inhaled sharply, pulling back just enough for his eyes to burn down into yours. They were dark, consuming, and full of the hunger you knew mirrored your own. Without breaking the fierce connection of his gaze, he gave a decisive tug. The blanket slipped entirely away, pooled uselessly at your feet.
His kiss finally broke, leaving your lips swollen and slick. He pulled back just enough so his forehead rested against yours, both of you panting as you tried to catch your breath. The air crackled with the sheer force of the energy that had just passed between you.
"You want this," he whispered, his voice still low and ragged. It wasn't a question, but a confirmation, and you gave a shallow, eager nod.
His hands left your waist and moved with a devastating slowness. The one on your back slid lower, gliding over the smooth skin of your lower back, then dipping into the small, sensitive curve above your hips. He applied a gentle, steady pressure, tilting you against him and making the undeniable pressure of his desire known.
The other hand, the one that had been tangled in your hair, traced a line down the center of your chest. It was a feather-light touch, agonizingly slow as it grazed the sensitive skin between your breasts, leaving a wake of goosebumps. When his thumb brushed against the crest of your ribcage, you instinctively clenched your muscles, bracing yourself.
He watched your reaction in the dim light, a predator's satisfying gaze in his eyes. Then, with a possessive heat that stole your breath, his hand cupped the full weight of your breast.
A choked sound escaped you. The contrast of his rough palm against your soft skin, the surprising strength, the way his fingers immediately sought and found the hardened peak, was overwhelming. He didn't rush. He simply held you, his thumb beginning a slow, deliberate circle that instantly drew all your focus, all your oxygen, all your attention to that single point of contact.
"Tell me again," he demanded, his eyes never leaving yours, his body language brooking no refusal. The touch intensified, his grip becoming slightly firmer, the stimulation sharper. "Tell me what you need from me."
You finally found your voice, a breathless, urgent plea that was barely recognizable as your own. "Taehyung. More. I need you to... go lower."
A flicker of pure triumph sparked in his dark eyes at your direct command. He moved his head, giving you a quick, hard kiss that stole the rest of the air from your lungs. "As you wish," he growled, the words an oath whispered against your lips.
The hand that had been cupping your breast dropped away, and the sudden loss of pressure made you whimper. But that brief moment of disappointment vanished immediately as his touch reappeared, far more focused and intense.
His palm landed just above the waistband of your bottoms, the heat of his skin searing even through the fabric. He didn't hesitate. His fingers hooked under the elastic, and with one swift, practiced motion, he peeled the material down and off your hips. They pooled at your knees, a small, insignificant barrier gone.
You gasped, the sudden exposure making you instinctively press your thighs together. His large hand slid in between them, palm up, a devastatingly slow intrusion into the most sensitive, yearning part of you. The pads of his fingers brushed the soft inner skin of your thigh, traveling slowly, inch by agonizing inch, towards the heat.
When his fingers finally found their target, a current of white-hot electricity shot straight to your core. He didn't use force, only an assured, maddeningly gentle pressure, exploring the sensitive mound with a reverence that was completely undone by the sudden, intense slide of his thumb.
You arched your back, a sound tearing from your throat that you quickly muffled against his shoulder. His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you steady as your legs threatened to give out.
"There you are," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, the deep tone of his voice vibrating through your entire body. He leaned in, his mouth close to your earlobe, and gave a sharp, wicked whisper "Tell me my name." You couldn't hold back the sound any longer. With his hand working magic that threatened to push you over the edge, you cried out, "Taehyung!"
The sheer urgency and desire in your voice was his reward. He pulled his hand away, and the sudden loss sent a tremor of pure frustration through your body. You sagged against him, momentarily disoriented, before his movements made it brutally clear what he intended.
He broke the embrace completely, stepping back just long enough to drop to his knees. His eyes, heavy-lidded and burning, never left your face. The sight of him, kneeling between your parted legs, bare and breathtaking, was enough to make your mind go blank.
The air in the room seemed to compress, growing thicker, hotter. You gripped his shoulders, your knuckles white, anchoring yourself as the world tilted. His hand returned, but not to touch. It settled on your thigh, a possessive, gentle weight that held you steady, guiding you slightly to maximize his access.
Then, he leaned in.
The first touch of his tongue was a searing shock wet, hot, and utterly demanding. He started with a light, teasing pressure, drawing a slow, agonizing circle around the most sensitive point. You gasped, a high, desperate sound, your fingers digging into his hard shoulders.
He kept the pace maddeningly slow, building the tension until you were quivering. Then, with a low, hungry sound escaping his chest, he deepened the action. He applied a firmer pressure, drawing you in, using his lips and tongue with a focused, carnal intent that stole your breath and short-circuited every rational thought.
A deep, continuous hum vibrated from the back of his throat, and the raw, intimate sound fueled the frenzy building inside you. You leaned your head back, eyes squeezed shut, the sensation consuming you whole. The feeling was too intense, too glorious, a frantic, beautiful climb toward the precipice. You felt the familiar, inevitable tightening in your core, and you couldn't do anything but give in to the force of the sensation.
His lips never quite left your skin, trailing a scorching line of fire up your inner thigh as his hand returned to the place you needed it most. He pressed his thumb against you, gently, but with a new, firm determination. "Not yet," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, making you shiver. He held you there, on the brink, just long enough to draw a final, desperate moan from your lips.
Then, he stood.
The shift in energy was immediate. He was no longer focused on teasing; the look in his eyes was singular and consuming. He fumbled briefly with the waistband of his shorts, his breath hitching, and then tossed the last piece of fabric aside.
He stepped back between your legs, closing the gap that had felt like an eternity. He gripped your hips with both hands strong, warm, utterly possessive and lifted you slightly, urging you to meet him.
The first, slow pressure of his entrance made you cry out, not in pain, but in sheer, primal release. He waited there, deep inside you, gathering his composure, while you clung to his shoulders, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice raw, his eyes molten with the effort of holding back.
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. In that moment of intense connection, he drove forward, a powerful, measured thrust that stole the remaining air from your lungs.
A rhythm was quickly established: urgent, primal, and consuming. Each thrust was an exploration of how far he could push you, a demanding rhythm that matched the frantic beat of your heart. You were pressed against him, chest to chest, skin to burning skin, the friction intoxicating. You dug your fingers into the smooth, hard muscle of his back, urging him faster, deeper, chasing the high he was creating.
The tension built inside you again, faster this time, intensified by the constant, deep pressure. You felt the familiar knot in your core tighten, and the world began to spin the sensation was too overwhelming, too beautiful.
You screamed his name, the sound caught between a cry and a gasp, and your entire body clenched around him.
He groaned, the sound tearing from his own chest as he watched your release. Your climax was his breaking point. He moved faster, harder, for one final, devastating series of thrusts before his own body shuddered violently, his head falling to your shoulder as he spilled into you, a low, guttural roar escaping his lips.
He didn't move immediately. He remained buried deep inside you, the heavy weight of his body pressing you into the bedding, his rapid breaths hot against your collarbone. But the raw, animalistic edge in his expression slowly softened, replaced by a look of intense, overwhelming satisfaction.
After a long, slow exhale, he pulled back just enough to look down at your face. His muscles still quivered, and the sheen of sweat on his skin caught the faint light. His eyes, though still dark with residual pleasure, now held a definite, possessive triumph.
A slow, utterly wicked smirk curled the corner of his lips. He ran the back of his thumb lightly over your swollen lower lip.
"There it is," he murmured, his voice husky, the sheer volume of his satisfaction ringing in every syllable. He shifted his hips, a final, deliberate movement that made you gasp one last time, reminding you of the delicious exhaustion settling in your limbs.
He let out a low, satisfied chuckle, a deep sound that vibrated between your bodies. He didn't need to ask if it was good; the beautiful mess of tangled limbs, raced hearts, and breathless silence was all the answer he required.
"You certainly know how to ask for what you want," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. "And I certainly know how to give it to you."
He finally withdrew, the sudden emptiness a startling contrast to the intense fullness of moments before. He rolled onto his back beside you, one arm immediately hooking around your waist to pull you against his side. You came willingly, resting your head against his damp chest, feeling the slow, heavy thump-thump of his heart begin to return to normal.
"Sleep now," he commanded softly, not entirely letting go of the dominant tone, but wrapping it now in comfort. "We can play again when you wake up."
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You shifted carefully, lifting your head from his chest. Even in sleep, his arm was heavy and possessive around your waist, his grip a loose tether that still reminded you of the night's demands. You took a moment to look at him. His face, stripped of its demanding intensity, was softer now, jaw relaxed, lips slightly parted. The sight twisted something complicated in your chest a mix of attraction and confusing vulnerability.
You didn't know why you kept letting yourself fall into these intense, consuming moments. You were married, yes, sharing a bed was the norm, but the frantic, raw urgency of your encounters with Taehyung was anything but common. It was driven by a blazing, mutual fire that you couldn't, or wouldn't, deny. It was easier to chalk it up to pure, undeniable sexual attraction, and leave the messy emotional questions for later.
You gently worked his arm off your body, slowly sliding out from under the covers. The morning air was cool on your skin, a welcome shock after the blazing heat you'd just shared. You stood for a moment, absorbing the stillness, and the sight of the rumpled sheets and the glorious, naked man who had put you through the wringer.
You padded across the plush carpet to the adjoining bathroom, seeking the relief of warm water.
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You quickly dried your hair and dressed in your work clothes: professional, crisp, and neatly concealing the chaos that had reigned just hours before. You paused by the dresser, picking up your wristwatch.
As you turned to leave, you glanced at the bed. Taehyung was still sound asleep, but the change in the room must have stirred him. His eyes were heavy, blinking against the light filtering through the curtains, and he watched you.
He didn't move, just watched you with a slow, sleepy intensity that was almost as potent as his gaze in the middle of the night. He lifted a hand and gave a single, lazy gesture, beckoning you over.
You sighed, a soft, defeated sound, but you walked toward him. You stopped beside the bed.
He reached out and caught your hand, pulling your palm to his mouth. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss right into the center of your palm a deep, intimate promise disguised as a simple morning gesture.
"Don't forget me," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes already drifting shut again. It wasn't a warning, or a question it was an assertion, a soft demand wrapped in desire, letting you know that the fire between you was not just a night thing, but a constant, simmering undercurrent in your lives.
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Days began to blur into each other. At first, Taehyung had been distant his presence heavy but silent, his attention scattered between business meetings, late-night calls, and the occasional meal together. But lately, things had begun to change. Subtly. Almost too quietly for you to notice at first.
He started coming home earlier.
Some nights, you'd hear his car pull into the driveway before dinner an unusual thing for him. You'd be sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when the front door would open and he'd appear, loosening his tie, his eyes finding you before anything else in the room.
"Have you eaten?" he'd ask, not as a casual question but like it was an order wrapped in concern.
And when you'd say yes, he'd just hum and sit opposite you, watching you from across the room the glow from the chandelier catching the edge of his jawline, his gaze unreadable.
Another day, he'd drive you to work. You told him you didn't need a driver, but he insisted. "You don't need to depend on strangers," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. The next morning, he was waiting by the car. He didn't talk much during the drive, but his hand would occasionally rest on the steering wheel, the veins in his arm tense as if trying to restrain something boiling beneath the surface.
When you stepped out, you felt his eyes follow you all the way until you disappeared through the building doors.
At home, his quiet control deepened. He'd start appearing in places you didn't expect him the kitchen, the balcony, the doorway of your room. Sometimes he'd just stand there, saying nothing, watching you type on your laptop or make coffee.
"What are you thinking about?" he'd ask one night, his voice low, casual. But when you looked up, his gaze was sharp, searching as though he could see right through you.
You'd shrug and say, "Nothing."
He'd smile faintly. "You shouldn't lie to me, Y/n."
There was no anger in his tone. But it carried something heavier a quiet promise that he was paying attention, even when you wished he wasn't.
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You wanted to go on the trip with your colleagues a simple weekend getaway, nothing fancy. Just laughter, shared snacks, loud music, and a break from everything that had begun to suffocate you. But the moment you mentioned it to Taehyung, his expression darkened.
"No," he said flatly, not even looking up from his phone.
You tried reasoning, saying it was just for two days, that everyone from work was going, but his voice cut through your sentence calm, but firm enough to silence you. "You'll be coming with me instead."
And just like that, your plans disappeared.
He didn't bother explaining where you were going, only that it was "important." You wanted to refuse, to tell him you weren't his possession to order around, but deep down you knew it would only turn into another argument one you'd lose.
By the time the evening arrived, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror, wearing the dress he'd chosen. It was elegant, too elegant and the fabric clung to your figure perfectly. You didn't like how beautiful it looked. You didn't like that he had picked it.
When you stepped out of the room, Taehyung was already ready black suit, silver watch, his hair neatly styled back. He looked like power itself dressed in human form. He glanced at you briefly, his gaze trailing slowly, deliberately.
"Good," was all he said before leading the way out.
The drive was quiet. City lights blurred past the car window as your reflection stared back at you expressionless, distant. You wondered if this was how your life would always be dressed in things you didn't choose, attending events you didn't care for, standing beside a man you didn't understand.
When you arrived, the venue took your breath away.
It was a massive private event crystal chandeliers, classical music, expensive perfume in the air. The kind of place where every person looked like they owned something a company, a brand, or perhaps an entire city.
You stayed close to Taehyung like he told you to. He greeted people with that unreadable calm smile of his, shaking hands, exchanging glances that meant more than the words being said. You could tell these weren't ordinary businessmen. There was something sharper, colder, beneath their politeness the same quiet ruthlessness that lived in Taehyung's eyes.
As you stood there, feeling out of place among glittering diamonds and champagne laughter, your mind whispered the truth you'd tried to ignore since the day you married him.
Everyone here is like him. Powerful. Dangerous. Untouchable.
And you? You were just the woman standing beside him the one wearing his name, his ring, and the weight of a world you never wanted to be part of.
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You followed behind Taehyung as he guided you through the crowd, his hand resting lightly on your back a gesture that looked protective to others but felt more like control to you. The grand ballroom was buzzing with low laughter and quiet conversation. Waiters passed by with trays of champagne, and the hum of expensive perfume and politics hung thick in the air.
You tried to keep your head down, just nodding politely at anyone who made eye contact. You didn't belong here that much was obvious. Everyone carried themselves with a kind of grace and arrogance that came from power and wealth and then, it happened.
You had stepped aside to grab a glass of water when someone brushed past you lightly. The man turned tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a navy suit that fit him perfectly. His face was calm, confident and strangely familiar.
"Oh- I'm sorry," you said quickly.
"It's alright," he replied with a polite smile. "You must be Mrs. Kim."
You blinked, surprised. "You know me?"
He chuckled softly. "Everyone knows Taehyung's wife. It's a small circle, after all." He extended his hand. "I'm Kim Seokjin."
You froze. You had heard that name before whispered in tense tones when Taehyung was on the phone, the sharp edge in his voice whenever it came up. Seokjin his cousin. His rival.
Before you could even respond, a voice behind you cut through the air like a blade.
"Seokjin."
Taehyung's tone was low, dangerous. You didn't have to turn around to know the smile on his face was gone. The air between the two men instantly thickened, the polite smiles fading into quiet hostility.
"Taehyung," Seokjin said easily, his confidence unshaken. "Didn't expect to see you here. You don't usually attend family events."
"I come when it matters," Taehyung replied. His hand slipped from your back and instead found your wrist, holding it possessively. "Especially when I hear my wife is being entertained."
The emphasis on the last word wasn't lost on you.
Seokjin raised a brow, his smile faint. "Relax, cousin. We were just talking. Your wife seems... very kind." His eyes met yours briefly not flirtatious, just polite but Taehyung's grip on you tightened anyway.
"I'd prefer if you didn't talk to what's mine," Taehyung said, his voice sharp but quiet enough for only the three of you to hear.
Something in your chest twisted at that word mine.
Seokjin only chuckled softly, unfazed. "Still the same, aren't you? Always afraid of losing what you think you control."
Before Taehyung could respond, someone called Seokjin's name from across the room, and he excused himself with one last glance your way.
The moment he was gone, you turned to Taehyung, your wrist still caught in his grasp. "You're hurting me," you whispered.
He didn't let go immediately. His eyes were dark, unreadable anger and something else swirling inside them. Finally, he released you, his tone clipped. "Don't talk to him again."
"Why?" you demanded softly. "He was being polite. I didn't even know who he was."
"You don't need to," he said, his voice dropping low. "He's not someone you can trust. None of them are. If they can't get to me, they'll try through you."
You wanted to argue, but his expression the cold, controlled fury stopped you.
The rest of the evening passed in uneasy silence. Taehyung stayed close, one arm resting over your chair like a warning to anyone who dared to approach. You smiled when you had to, spoke when you were spoken to, but your thoughts were somewhere else entirely. Because now, for the first time, things were starting to make sense.
The sudden proposal. The marriage that felt more like a deal. The way his family's eyes had softened after your wedding, the way his grandfather had seemed pleased. He hadn't married you for love. He hadn't even married you for companionship.
He married you for power.
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It had been five months since your marriage to Taehyung. Five long, strange, unpredictable months that had somehow slipped by faster than you realized.
When you looked back, you couldn't tell exactly when things started to change when the cold distance between you both began to melt into something gentler. Maybe it was the quiet mornings, when he'd hand you your coffee before leaving for work without saying much, or the nights he'd come home early and sit beside you, scrolling through his phone while your favorite show played in the background.
At first, it felt like peace. Then, it began to feel like something more.
Taehyung was still Taehyung sharp, commanding, and unpredictable. He had moments where his possessiveness bled through his calm exterior, the kind of intensity that both scared and confused you. He'd ask who called you, why you came home late, or why you looked distracted at dinner. And yet, in the next moment, he'd be the man who draped his jacket over your shoulders when you shivered, or the one who silently placed a piece of chocolate beside your cup after a bad day.
He was an enigma half storm, half shelter.
Sometimes, when you caught him watching you across the room, there was a softness in his gaze that didn't belong to the Taehyung you once feared. He didn't smile often, but when he did, really did it was enough to leave your heart unsteady.
There were nights when the silence between you both wasn't uncomfortable anymore. When he'd read something on his phone, then share it with you in that low voice of his, his words quiet but warm. You'd laugh at something ridiculous, and he'd look at you as though the sound itself disarmed him.
You never thought he was capable of that of warmth, of gentleness.
But even with all of it the quiet gestures, the growing closeness, the moments that felt almost real a small, painful truth lingered in the back of your mind.
This was a contract marriage. A deal. A temporary illusion bound by paper and purpose. And when it ended, he'd walk away.
You told yourself you were ready for that you'd known it from the start. But lately, when he brushed your hair aside or reached for your hand without thinking, something inside you ached. Because no matter how much you tried to deny it, you didn't want him to let go. Not yet, Maybe not ever.
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You hadn't meant to overhear. You had just been passing by the study, your steps quiet, when the sound of low voices reached your ears. At first, you thought it was just another business call, another conversation you weren't meant to understand. But then... the words caught your attention.
"That girl," Taehyung's father said, his voice sharp and commanding. "When are you going to leave her? Your grandpa has already given the company to you."
You froze, gripping the edge of the doorway.
"I know, Dad," Taehyung replied, his tone unusually restrained. "But this marriage... it's for one year. I can't leave her yet."
Your chest tightened.
"Whatever," his father scoffed. "Since you've left her free to roam around, some of our rivals might try to use her against you. Even if they do, they'd just kill her. No way my son would do anything for her, isn't it?" His laugh was cold, sharp, like steel scraping against stone.
You felt a hollow ache in your chest. The words hung in the air, heavier than anything you had ever heard him say to you directly.
"You need to gain power, Taehyung," his father continued, his voice now almost proud, almost encouraging. "The underworld is scared of you. They work for you. They bow their heads to you. Don't let anything or anyone distract you, my boy."
You sank back against the wall, heart hammering.
It hit you all at once the truth you had refused to see. This wasn't love. This wasn't care. You were a piece on a chessboard, a tool for him to secure power. Every kind word, every fleeting gentle gesture, every moment he'd spent by your side wasn't because of you it was because of the game he had to win.
You had hoped foolishly, you realized now that maybe this marriage could mean something more. That maybe, just maybe, Taehyung had cared for you in some way beyond obligation and strategy.
You chuckled bitterly to yourself, the sound hollow and raw. The cruel reality settled like ice in your veins.
This was just a contract marriage. What were you even expecting from these people? From him?
You stepped away from the doorway slowly, tears threatening to spill but refusing to, because even your anger was trapped under the weight of the truth. You were just another move in his rise to power, another pawn in a world you didn't belong to and the thought hurt more than anything else ever could.
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You had almost made it to the bedroom door, your hand hovering over the cold brass knob, when you felt him. His presence was sudden and warm against your back. Before you could react, his large hands settled firmly on your waist, and his lips found the sensitive curve of your neck. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss there, the action instinctively familiar, but today it felt like a cold, jarring shock.
You flinched a sharp, involuntary twitch that spoke volumes. The knot of pain and betrayal you felt had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with the words you'd just overheard.
"Taehyung, please," you managed, your voice thin and barely audible. You immediately ducked forward, stepping away from his grasp and putting several feet of distance between you.
He didn't look concerned; he looked mildly amused. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair, his gaze playful as he took in your stiff posture. "Bad day?" he asked, his tone light and flirtatious, completely missing the seismic shift in your mood. He assumed, as he often did, that any resistance was just a preamble to passion.
You turned your back to him, walking over to the bed and sitting down. You picked up your phone, scrolling blindly through your social media feed, using the screen as a shield. You couldn't trust yourself to speak.
The silence didn't last. He wasn't used to being ignored. He walked closer, his slow footsteps sounding heavy on the carpet. "Hey! Don't ignore," he said, the playful edge tightening into a hint of annoyance. He sat beside you, closer than you would have liked, and gently nudged the phone down. "What's gotten you to be like this, love?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you toward his warmth, and he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. Before you could pull away, his mouth moved to your neck, feathering kisses along your jaw. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the spot behind your ear, and that familiar, magnetic draw began to work its confusing magic.
You closed your eyes, utterly exhausted. You knew the game. No matter how resolved you were to maintain your distance, he always managed to find the path back to your desire. You just let him. It was easier than fighting the man who knew your body better than you did.
He turned your face toward his and captured your lips. It started slow, soft, a seeking kiss meant to soothe and persuade. You returned it, not out of passion, but out of a deep-seated need for contact and reassurance. You were kissing him, but you were really kissing the idea of the man you thought he was the one who shouldn't have been capable of the betrayal you'd heard.
It was in that moment, in the middle of his familiar, comforting taste, that the carefully constructed dam of your composure broke.
The salty warmth was startling as it hit your lip. You broke the kiss, your breath hitching. Taehyung immediately pulled back, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the tracks of tears streaming down your cheeks, silent and fast.
His playful demeanor instantly shattered. His hands gripped your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. "Hey... What happened? Are you fine, love?" The concern in his voice was genuine, immediate, and painfully confusing.
You couldn't articulate the ache. How could you tell him that the man who was kissing away your tears was the same one whose words had shattered your world?
Instead of answering, you surged forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. Your whole body shook with silent sobs. You simply clung to him, needing the physical confirmation of his presence, even if his actions had broken you.
You didn't know why your heart was aching so intensely. Was it the truth of what you'd overheard, or was it the agonizing realization that despite everything, you still wanted him you still sought comfort in the arms of the one person who had caused the pain?
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You couldn't believe your eyes. The little strip in your hand, so simple and ordinary, had just turned your world upside down. You were pregnant.
Your hands shook, your chest tightened, and for a moment, the room spun around you. You had been careful meticulous, even. You had made sure nothing like this could happen, every single time. Yet here you were, staring at the undeniable truth.
A wave of panic crashed over you. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. How? How could this have happened? You had kept control. You had prepared for everything. And now... this.
You sank onto the edge of the bed, the room suddenly feeling too small, too suffocating. Contract marriage. That's what it was a deal, a temporary arrangement. You had kept yourself distant, told yourself this was just business, and that he would leave in a few months. But now... this changed everything.
You had no idea how Taehyung would react.
Would he be furious? Would he see it as a trap? Or worse would he simply discard you once this deal ended? The thought of raising a child in this environment, alone and under his gaze, made your stomach twist painfully.
You clenched your fists, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Another four months that's all you had before the divorce. That's all the time you had to figure out a way to keep this secret, to protect yourself and the baby.
Every plan you had made, every careful boundary you had drawn, now seemed fragile, vulnerable. Your chest ached at the unfairness of it all, the cruel irony that your life had suddenly changed in a way you weren't prepared for.
You stood up, trying to steady your breath. You had to think. You had to hide this from him, for now. You couldn't risk his anger, his control, or whatever unpredictable reaction might come. This was your secret. Your responsibility and deep down, though you tried to deny it, a small, fragile part of you wondered: would he care at all if he knew?
------- You never imagined you'd end up like this bound, dizzy, everything tilted at the edges. The ropes around your wrists bit into your skin; each breath felt shallow and thin. The warehouse smelled of cold metal and old oil, the air heavy with dust and the sour tang of stale smoke. Your head buzzed from the injection they'd given you hot and hollow and each sound was muffled, like you were hearing the world through cotton.
A shadowed figure stepped forward. You couldn't place him broad-shouldered, voice rough as gravel. When he leaned close the light picked out the crooked line of a scar along his lip, the mark of a life you'd never lived. He crouched so his face was level with yours, and you saw the hunger in his eyes like a promise of violence.
"W-why am I here?" Your voice came out thin, brittle. "W-who are you? Please, please let me go." You tried to wedge your words with reason, with bargaining, with anything that might wake the humanity in him.
He spat a laugh. "That husband of yours 'Taehyung' made me look like a fool in front of my men. He humiliated me. So I'll take everything from him." He straightened, the menace in his posture widening. "First you. Then his old man." He turned, and one of his members stepped forward with a leering expression, closing the distance between you like a slow knife.
Your mind jumped uncontrollably to the small, impossible thing inside you. You weren't thinking about yourself anymore just the soft, impossible life beneath your ribs. Panic clawed at you, sharper than the injection's fog. You couldn't bear the thought of losing it. You tried to make your throat work, to call for help, to summon some scrap of strength.
"Let's start," the man said, calm and final.
The other thug reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. The grip was rough; you tasted copper on your tongue as your pulse hammered. You shut your eyes for a second, trying to imagine any way out anything that would keep the child alive.
Then the world fractured with a shot.
The grip on your jaw loosened. The man crumpled, collapsing soundlessly to the floor; you didn't see the impact so much as feel it an abrupt absence where a presence had been. A dark patch spread at the back of his head. Someone else screamed, a single raw sound that cut the warehouse's stillness into ragged pieces.
Gunfire erupted after that, sharp and close, echoing off the steel beams until your ears rang. The sound was everywhere and nowhere. Men you'd seen only a moment before lay still, groaning, then silent. The floor vibrated under the volley of footsteps and shouts. Your world narrowed to the gap between your bound hands and your heaving chest.
Through the haze of pain and fear you saw movement too purposeful to belong to your captors. He cut through the chaos like shadow and blade. Taehyung.
He moved with a terrifying calm, methodical and precise. A gun in his hand, his suit dark against the warehouse gloom, his face pulled tight with something close to panic. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath coming hard. The sight of him alive, dangerous, and finally here sent a strange, incoherent surge through you: relief braided with a fresh spike of terror.
He didn't rush to you. For a heartbeat he stood, surveying the carnage: bodies slumped, a man writhing, the metallic tang of fear and blood thick in the air. Then he closed the distance and knelt.
"Y/n," he said your name like a curse, then like a prayer. You felt his hands on your shoulders steady, urgent fingers fumbling at the ropes with the practiced movements of someone who'd done worse a thousand times but never this softly. His voice broke in the way it rarely did. "Don't you dare be hurt."
You tried to answer, to tell him about the baby, to tell him that you'd been terrified for it, but your mouth felt like sand. Instead, the world tilted once more as he eased you into his arms. The warehouse spun the smoke, the flashing light, the muffled shouts and through it all his face loomed above you desperate, furious, and impossibly close.
Around you, footsteps and voices rose and fell like storm-swell. You could feel warmth from him dangerous, consuming and a resolve that left no room for bargaining. For the moment, he was all there was: your rescuer, your captor's undoing, and the man who had to be held responsible for whatever came next.
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You woke to the sterile, faintly antiseptic smell of the hospital room. The world was blurry at first, the white walls swimming as you tried to take a breath. Then you felt the weight beside you, a presence that made your chest tighten.
Taehyung.
His eyes, dark and unreadable, were fixed on you the moment they saw you blink awake. He didn't scold you, didn't question why you hadn't told him before. He only asked, voice low but sharp, "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"
You froze, afraid. You had expected anger. You had expected cold, ruthless calculation. Maybe even a demand that you terminate it. Instead... he reached for you.
He pulled you into his arms, and you felt the surprising warmth of it, the dangerous certainty of his grip. His body pressed against yours, and your heart stuttered in confusion and fear.
"I'm so happy," he whispered, his lips brushing your temple. "You and my child... both of you are safe."
You could only nod, tears threatening to spill.
"You must be scared," he murmured, and your shoulders shook slightly.
"I was scared too," he continued, his voice dropping lower, almost breaking. "And... I just lost my dad."
You froze, shock rooting you in place. "What?"
Taehyung's hands tightened around you, knuckles whitening. "Those people... they got him. And I... I wasn't there in time to save him." His voice cracked, raw and unguarded. For a moment, the façade of the cold, untouchable Taehyung slipped, revealing a man wracked with grief and fury. He held you closer, as though by keeping you near he could anchor himself to something real.
You looked at him, confused, your mind racing through fragments of the truth you hadn't known. And then, slowly, you began to understand.
The smirk that touched his lips was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it carried a shadowed satisfaction. He wasn't just grieving he was in control, even here, even now. Because when he looked at you, he saw more than fear or relief. He saw what he had wanted all along.
The moment he first saw you in that raw, fleeting way, something in him snapped. What he had dismissed as mere attraction had grown into something darker, something obsessive. The one-night stand, the contract marriage, the controlled gestures, everything had been a step toward this moment. He had offered you money, a deal, a contract, all while keeping you close. All while, ensuring you couldn't escape.
He had been meticulous. Every "birth control pill" you took? Just vitamins. Every time he watched you sleep, every intimate moment, every word you thought was your own choice, he had orchestrated. Obsessed. Consumed.
And now, after the kidnapping, after the chaos and the blood, it all crystallized in his mind. When his men found you, the rival tied up, his father pinned with a bomb, unconscious and frail he didn't hesitate. You were his priority. His father was controlling, suffocating, a tyrant who had ruled over Taehyung for decades. His death could wait. Yours could not.
He held you tighter, his lips brushing against the side of your head, whispering, almost dangerously, "I'll never let you go, Y/n. Ever."
You wanted to protest, to remind him that this was a contract, that things weren't supposed to be like this. But as his hand traced protective, possessive lines along your back, as his gaze burned into yours with a dark intensity, you knew it didn't matter.
You were his. Completely and in that moment, with the blood of enemies still fresh in your ears, with the shadow of his ruthlessness lingering like smoke, you realized the terrifying truth, he would protect you at all costs, and there was no turning back from what he had become.
END
TAEHYUNG : 250620 weverse live
☆ what a way to make a livin’ — taehyung ☆
☆ pairing : husband!taehyung x wife!reader ☆ summary: teasing your husband before a work meeting seemed like a good plan ☆tags: married couple au, established relationship, businessman taehyung ☆warnings: daddy kink, exhibitionism? kinda?, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, nipple play, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, hair pulling, degradation, edging, breath play, light bdsm, creampie ☆wc: ~ 3.5k
“You’re dripping all over my fucking desk.”
Taehyung grunts the words out, driving into you. His hands grip your thighs to keep you spread wide open. You are completely naked, ass planted firmly on the edge of his oak desk. He stands between your legs, still wearing his crisp white shirt and silk tie, but his trousers are pooled around his ankles.
He slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you so that the impact knocks the breath right out of your lungs, while the cold, polished wood of the oak digs into the flesh of your ass cheeks, sticking to your skin with every slide of your body.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, your head falling back as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
Taehyung stops abruptly. His large hand snaps up, gripping your jaw to force your head back until your eyes meet his eyes. “What are you sorry for, mmh?” he asks, his fingers squeezing your cheeks. “For interrupting me while I try to work? Or for parading around my office naked like a slut?”
He punctuates each question with a thrust, leaving you gasping for air. Your cheeks burn.
“I know you’re not really sorry,” he smiles, pounding you harder. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be squeezing my dick so hard, would you?”
“Yes, I am!” you gasp as your nails dig into the expensive fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to excuse your bad behavior, “but I was just so wet and I needed you inside me because I simply couldn’t wait another minute.”
Ten minutes ago, you walked into his office completely naked while he was reviewing notes for his upcoming call. You didn’t say a word, you simply hopped up onto his desk and spread your legs wide. You knew he had a meeting and shouldn’t be touching you. That was the point.
He presses a hand to your chest, pushing you down until your spine hits the hard wood. Gripping your hips, he holds you in place and starts going so hard that a stack of files slides off the edge and crashes to the floor.
A whine escapes your lips as you hover dangerously close to the edge, just as Taehyung reaches up, his free hand finding your tit to pull sharply on your nipple before the sudden notification chime from his laptop completely ruins the moment.
“Fuck!” Taehyung growls, abruptly stopping his hips.
He grips your waist and pulls back, sliding out of you completely.
“No,” you whine, staring at him with pleading eyes. Your body is still trembling from how near you were. “Daddy, please. I was so close.”
“I know, baby,” he says, running a hand through his hair to fix it. “I’m not done with you.”
He drops into his leather chair, quickly smoothing the fabric of his shirt. He straightens his tie, looking the picture of corporate perfection from the waist up. But below the desk, his trousers are still around his ankles, his thick cock standing completely erect.
Your mouth waters at the sight. It feels like a secret just for you, the beast hiding beneath the businessman.
He pats his thighs. “Get on my lap.”
You don't even question the fact that he is about to enter a video call with his colleagues.
You slide off the desk and climb onto him, straddling his lap and facing away from him. “Put it in.”
Reaching down, you guide his hardness to your wet entrance, sinking down slowly to take his entire length again. A loud whimper leaves your lips as you settle completely onto his lap.
Leaning back, you rest your weight against his broad chest, feeling the cold buttons of his shirt pressing into your bare skin. It is a reminder that he is dressed for work, while you are naked and impaled on him like an accessory.
“Now stay still like a good girl,” he warns, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you secure.
“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe. You wiggle your hips to get comfortable.
Taehyung clicks the mouse. A grid of small windows pops up on the monitor. Some are black squares, some faces stare back. Most of their cameras are on, but not all. He unmutes his microphone but leaves his own camera icon crossed out.
You can only imagine what would happen if the camera glitched and turned on. Everyone could see you. Naked. They would see your tits bouncing with every breath, your nipples swollen. They would see your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure while you're sitting on his lap.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” he says.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Kim,” a few voices chorus back.
“Ji-yeon,” Taehyung says. “You have the floor.”
“Yes, sir,” a woman’s voice replies. Her screen lights up with a spreadsheet. “If everyone can see my screen, I’ll begin with the overheads.”
While Ji-yeon rambles on about profit margins, Taehyung’s hand sneaks up to your tit. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching it sharply while his other hand slips between your legs.
He hits the mute button on his screen. “Such a good girl, sitting here like my good little cock sleeve,” he murmurs, his hot breath against your ear. “They have no fucking idea how full you are.” He glances at the screen. “No idea that I’m keeping my dick nice and warm inside you while I listen to them.”
You bite your lip to keep quiet as you watch the faces on the screen. They are discussing millions of dollars, completely unaware that he is buried deep inside his naked wife at this very moment.
Shame and thrill mix together, sending heat rushing through your veins. Your hips twitch involuntarily. You want to move. You want to grind down on him.
“Daddy,” you start to whisper, needing him to move.
Suddenly, a voice cuts through the speakers. “Taehyung? Could you turn your camera on for this part? We’d like to see you.”
It is Mr. Kang. Your husband absolutely hates him because the man had the nerve to try and flirt with you last time you saw him at a company dinner.
Taehyung unmutes himself. “Just... give me a few seconds,” he replies, his voice terrifyingly calm.
Muting his mic again, he grabs a fistful of your hair and guides you forward, pushing you until your chest hits the desk, tits pressed flat against the cold wood.
Your spine bows automatically, ass still in his lap, pussy still stuffed full of his cock. You are folded in half, hidden completely below the frame of the camera while he remains buried deep inside you.
“Stay down,” he hisses, pressing one hand to the back of your neck like he needs you pinned there. His other hand slips between your thighs and finds your clit.
“T-Tae!”
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he warns. “Behave.”
You try to protest, to tell him you can't be this quiet when he's touching you like that, but he cuts you off by unmuting the mic.
“Yes, of course,” he says aloud. He fiddles with the settings and turns the camera on. He leans back in his chair, asking if everyone can see him. A smirk tugs at his lips because no one is aware of what is happening behind the camera.
You can’t be seen, but you feel like it. Fully exposed. Every inch of your skin burns with the thought that if he shifts just an inch, if the camera angles down just slightly, they would see you bent over his lap.
Your husband’s face is perfectly composed on-screen.
“Let’s go over the Q4 revisions,” he says. Beneath the desk, his fingers work your clit. Harder now. You’re shaking, biting your lip so hard you taste blood. His left hand is relentless on your clit while his right hand scrolls through the spreadsheet on the computer.
He rolls his hips forward in a shallow thrust, and your body locks up around him.
“Before we move on, Taehyung,” a deep voice rumbles through the speakers. It’s Chairman Choi. He rarely speaks in these meetings.
Taehyung pauses, his hand freezing on your clit for a second before relaxing. “Yes, sir?”
“I realized I haven’t seen your lovely wife in weeks. How is she doing? We missed her at the charity gala last weekend.”
Your heart stops. You clamp your mouth shut, terrified that even breathing will give you away. Taehyung looks down at the top of your head, a wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. He squeezes your hip, hard.
You actually really like Chairman Choi, but you had to miss the gala due to a last-minute work trip. Now, hearing his grandfatherly voice while you are getting fucked on a video call feels entirely scandalous.
“She’s doing well, sir,” Taehyung answers smoothly, his voice filled with a humor only you understand. His left hand keeps rubbing your clit, moving faster now. “She’s… very close by, actually. Keeping busy.”
“Glad to hear it,” Choi chuckles. “My wife has been pestering me about when she can meet her again. Lunch, perhaps? Next week?”
You think it is such an odd theme to be discussing during a corporate meeting, but he is the chairman, so he does whatever he wants.
Taehyung grinds his hips in a slow circle, stretching your walls until you have to bite your own lip to keep from screaming.
“I’ll tell her,” Taehyung promises. “I’m sure she’d be… delighted.”
As the meeting keeps going, the adrenaline is rushing through your veins like fire. Quickly turning his camera off while another person starts giving their review, he grabs you and pulls you back against his chest.
“Listen to them,” he whispers, watching the screen where his team is debating logistics. “They’re stressing about numbers, and you’re here, melting all over my dick. You hear how important this is? And I’m ignoring all of it just to play with your hole. I should be looking at these spreadsheets,” he adds, “but all I care about is making my little slut drip all over my lap.”
Your walls spasm around him, squeezing his length.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he mutters into the curve of your neck. You nod fast.
“Mmm, since you've been so good,” he teases, kissing the shell of your ear. “I’ll let you ride my dick. Just a little.”
You try. You push down on his thighs, trying to lift your hips to slam back down, but the angle is impossible. You can only manage shallow, pathetic little grinds that do nothing but smear your slick around his base. It’s frustrating. hot tears blur your vision as you hover right on the verge of crying.
You can feel the orgasm sitting right there, just out of reach, and he knows it. He’s doing it on purpose.
You whine, desperate for relief. “So pathetic,” he sneers, his free hand coming up to pinch your nipple. “Can’t even ride a cock properly? You’re so useless when you’re this needy.”
His thumb drags over your clit just enough to make you twitch, but never enough to push you over. You are burning up. Your mind spins with the desperate need to finish.
“Yoy can cum now since you've such a good girl,” he whispers. “And be quiet, or I’ll fucking turn the camera on so they see you.”
Just as your hips begin to stutter, signaling the end, “Taehyung?” Mr. Kang cuts through the silence of the room. “Are you still there? We can’t see you.”
That damn man and his camera obsession.
“What?” Taehyung blinks, snapping back to reality. “Oh. Yes. Apologies,” he calls out. He yanks you back down against the desk, folding you over. He turns the camera on. “Software issue.” he says smoothly, not even out of breath.
You are almost sobbing. Tears leak from your eyes because you were so close and now you have to stop.
He unmutes his microphone to answer a direct question and with a calm smile on his face as he looks at the camera, he slides his hand between your legs. Again. He finds your clit and pinches it, twisting the sensitive skin in a way that is bordering on painful. It pushes you right over the edge.
You break, clamping your hand over your mouth and come so hard your vision whites out. Your legs shake, your pussy clenching tight around his length, tits rubbing against the desk as your body rocks in his lap. His fingers keep going, dragging the orgasm out until you are whimpering into your palm.
He keeps talking, his arm holding you down so you don’t squirm too much. You have to stay silent.
“Very good, so let’s wrap this up” the Chairman says.
Taehyung quickly turns off the camera and mutes himself, hoping no one noticed. Doing it once is believable, but twice is suspicious.
“The meeting's almost over,” Taehyung says as you feel his cock throb inside you, promising that when it is, he is going to fuck you until you can’t walk and finish what you started, vowing to fill you up so deep you won't be able to stand up straight.
“Good work everyone. Have a good weekend.” Choi chimes in. “And give my regards to your wife, Taehyung. Tell her I look forward to that lunch.”
Taehyung looks down at you, sprawled against his chest, ruined and twitching.
“I will,” Taehyung replies smoothly after unmuting the mic. “She’s a bit… busy at the moment, but I’ll make sure she gets the message.”
He clicks 'End Call'. The screen goes black.
Taehyung reaches up to loosen his tie and pull the top buttons of his shirt wide open to let his skin breathe, giving you a mouthwatering view of his hard, chiseled abs.
He lifts you off his lap, your cunt clenching as he pulls out, and shoves you onto your feet. One hand on your shoulder, he bends you forward. “Hands on the desk. Now.”
Your pussy is aching, swollen and empty. It misses the fullness of him immediately. You feel cold without his heat pressed against your back.
His palm lands hard on your ass, stinging. You jerk forward with a gasp.
“I said now, didn’t I?” he growls.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, folding over the desk.
Palms braced wide to present yourself for him, he steps up briefly behind you, pausing to spread your folds. He slides two fingers through the slick mess you made on his lap before licking them clean with a loud groan.
“Look at this pussy, so fucking wet,” he growls, lining himself up and slapping his cock against your soaking folds to tease you.“Are you ready to take Daddy's dick again?”
“Yes, Daddy, please give it to me,” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut as you brace yourself, right before his thick cock slams back into you mercilessly.
A loud whine tears from your throat as he fills you again. You’re so sensitive it hurts, but it’s good. So good. The time of being stretched open without movement has left you raw, making every thrust feel twice as intense.
He fucks you hard. Each thrust drives your hips into the edge of the desk, and you know it is going to leave bruises there, but you couldn’t care less. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so your spine bows deeper.
“You sat there like a good little toy,” he spits. “All quiet and stuffed full for Daddy. Just sittin’ there leaking around my cock like a dumb little cockwarmer.”
He leans forward and bites the skin of your neck, teeth sinking in to leave a mark.
“You love that shit, huh?” he snarls against your skin. “Being used? Being filled up and ignored like you’re just a hole?”
“Daddy… fuck…” you moan.
He leans in closer. You feel his hot breath against your ear. “Answer me."
“Yes, yes, I love it. I love being your toy.”
He groans. His hand leaves your hair and slaps your ass again, hard enough to make you yelp. The sting burns sweet. The world narrows down to this.
“Say it again.”
“I’m your toy, Daddy,” you sob out, hips bucking back to meet him. “Just your cockwarmer. Use me, please.”
“That's it, good girl,” he praises as his free hand flies up to your chest to grab your tit, squeezing the soft flesh before tugging at your nipple.
“Ah!”
“Mmm. So sensitive,” he hums approvingly.
“Daddy, I’m gonna–”
“No, you’re not,” he growls, slowing down his thrusts until he stops.
The same hand that was just working your tit slides up your skin, wrapping securely around your throat and applying pressure, making you gasp. Your chest is tight, your body trembling with denied release.
“You won’t come unless I say so. You came when I told you to during the meeting, and you’ll come when I tell you to now. Okay?”
You stay completely silent because you are entirely too overwhelmed to speak. Taehung tightens his grip on your neck, making you tilt your head back and look at him. “I asked you a question, slut, so answer me,” he snaps.
“Yes, Daddy, I understand, I will only cum when you tell me to,” you sob out helplessly.
“Good,” he murmurs, his free hand gliding right down between your spread legs so his fingers can find your slick clit and rub hard, fast circles over the swollen nub.
“Beg for it, let me hear it,” he commands.
Your fingers claw at the edge of the desk, the wood biting into your palms as you desperately try to brace yourself against the furniture while begging, “Please, Daddy, let me come, I need it and I need you!”
“And why exactly do you think you deserve to cum?” he demands.
“Because I was good, I sat perfectly still and let you use me, please!”
“That’s right, you did, my perfect, obedient wife.”
He bites down hard on your shoulder to mark you again while his hips snap forward, and the hand that was just punishing your clit slides away to firmly caress your trembling thighs.
“You are such a good slut for me,” he praises, his voice rough. “Taking my cock so well. You deserve to cum now, baby.”
His fingers return to your clit. The second his thumb presses down, your body breaks. The orgasm slams through you like a wave, messy and impossible to contain. You scream, legs trembling, pussy choking his cock.
“Fuck!”
He grabs your hips, his fingers bruising the skin as he starts pistoning harder inside you. When you turn your head over your shoulder to meet his eyes, you find his face completely consumed by lust, sweat gleaming on his forehead. He stares back at you before crushing his mouth against yours.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and take my cum deep inside, aren’t you?” he pants right against your lips, his grip on your neck tightening until it makes you completely dizzy.
“Yes, Daddy, fill me, please, I want it inside.”
He slams deep. He’s close. With a groan, he snaps his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He twitches, groaning against your neck as he empties himself completely.
Collapsing forward, his forehead rests against your sweaty back. He fights for breath, his weight pressing you into the desk. He pulls out slowly. Without saying anything, he slides two fingers inside your dripping hole, pushing his seed back where it belongs.
“You sit on Daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You get ruined like one too.”
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