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[strawberry75]

"After the Rain"

The rain had always been her comfort. A rhythm she could sink into, a quiet escape from the noise of her thoughts. She sat by the window, knees tucked to her chest, watching the water streak down the glass. Once, the rain had meant magic. Now, it only held memories—bitter, sweet, and everything in between.

She wasn’t waiting for anyone.

Until there was a knock at the door.

Soft at first, then again—firmer, uncertain.

She hesitated. Her heart stilled. She rose slowly, her bare feet cold against the floor. She opened the door.

It was him.

Soaked from the rain, wearing that familiar smile—the one that had once melted her heart and now only unsettled it.

She didn’t move.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, arms folded, voice calm but distant.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he said. “I… I needed to see you.”

She laughed bitterly. “Now you need me? You needed me when you left, too. But not enough to stay.”

“I was stupid,” he said. “I hurt you. I know that.”

“Twice,” she snapped. “You didn’t just leave. You came back, made me believe in you again, and then left like I was nothing.”

“I never meant to break you.”

“But you did.” Her voice was steady now, firm. “And you came back expecting what?”

He looked down. “A chance to talk. To explain. Not to ask for anything. Just to be honest this time.”

She watched him for a long, silent moment. Then, quietly, she stepped aside. “You have five minutes.”

Inside, the room was still. The only sound was the soft hum of rain outside.

“I know I don’t deserve even five minutes,” he began, standing near the window. “But thank you. I’ve thought about this moment a hundred times… and still, I don’t know where to start.”

“Start with the truth,” she said coldly.

“I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left because I didn’t know how to love you right.”

Her eyes hardened. “I was just a replacement for you. Someone you came to when you had no one else.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You were never a replacement. You were the only thing that was real. But I was a coward. I used your love like a shield. And when things got hard, I ran instead of standing beside you.”

“So what do you expect from me now?” she asked. “We’re over. We’re just strangers now—nothing else.”

“I know,” he said. “I don’t expect forgiveness or love. I just didn’t want to leave you with silence again. You deserved more than that.”

“Last time,” she said, her voice low and sharp, “you said the same thing. Did that change anything? No. Don’t make your words meaningless again. Apologies are for people who mean them. You say them just to forget.”

He lowered his gaze. “You’re right. I said sorry and did exactly what sorry was supposed to mean I’d never do again.”

He turned slightly, ready to leave. “If this brought you more pain than peace… I’ll go.”

She looked toward the window. “Wait,” she said softly. “Let the rain stop. Then you can go.”

Surprised, he paused, watching her.

“You still care that much?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

He walked toward the window, standing beside her—not close, just present. “You always loved the rain. I never asked why.”

“I loved it,” she said quietly. “Now it’s just a bittersweet memory.”

“I ruined it for you,” he whispered. “It was raining the day we broke up. I remember… you were crying, and I walked away. I didn’t even look back. I replay that moment more than any other.”

She looked at him, eyes unreadable. “I want to ask you something.”

“Anything,” he said.

“Are you still in love with her?”

He took a breath, searching for the words. “Yes. I tried to move on. I tried to tell myself it was guilt, or nostalgia. But it wasn’t. I’m still in love with her—with you. But that love doesn’t come with expectations anymore. I just needed you to know it’s still there.”

Her voice was sharper now. “Then why did you go and f*** around?”

He didn’t flinch. “Because I was selfish. Scared. I thought I needed to feel something—anything. I destroyed something beautiful just to see if I still could. And when I realized what I’d done… it was already too late.”

“It was never me,” she said, eyes full of quiet pain. “We both know that. And the last thing… I don’t know how to lie to you. But you? You’re good at lying.”

“I know,” he said softly. “You gave me the truth. I gave you games.”

The rain began to fade outside, lightening to a soft drizzle. He looked at the door again. Then back at her.

“I’ll carry this. All of it,” he said.

She said nothing. Just looked at him as he opened the door.

He stopped, turned back once, and whispered, “Goodbye.”

And then…

He left.

She stood by the window, watching the street glisten from the storm. The world was quiet now. Her heart a little heavier, but strangely lighter too.

Not everything broken needs fixing.

Some things just need to be let go—

after the rain.

[strawberry75]

Foursome with taekook

Could you please write a foursome smut where you and jungkook joined taehyung and his girlfriend also with swapping partners and double penetration on both girls? Thank you so much!

Hand in hand, you and Jungkook neared the hotel. It was a large, clean hotel, surrounded by tall buildings and with a number of restaurants nearby. Instead of checking in at the lobby, Jungkook led you to the elevator. It took you to the ninth floor, the top one.

As you were nearing the room, you felt your heart beat with anxiety. There was a buzz between your legs, too.

He slid the keycard through the lock, and when the light flashed green, he quickly pushed the door open and stepped inside the hotel room. “We’re here.” Jungkook announced, closing the door behind you.

“Hey.” Taehyuny called from further into the room.

Jungkook helped take your coat off before he hung it, along with his, before kicking his shoes off. You also took off your shoes and he then held your hand and led you further into the room. There was a king size bed pushed against the wall on the right.

Your eyes then slid towards the other side of the room, where you saw a couch.

Taehyung and Hana were already undressed, their clothes dropped onto the floor, Taehyung bit the girl’s earlobe as he slowly inched out and into her ass. His large hands held onto her ass cheeks while he held her up, the girl’s eyes squinting shut as she let out deep breaths. You weren’t even sure if she realized you were here.

He was getting her ready for later.

You stared for a bit longer before you looked to your boyfriend. He was removing his clothes. Jungkook had removed all of his clothing except his boxers, and he plugged his phone into the speaker, starting his Spotify playlist. The mood was set, and the music started to play through the speakers.

Hana was guided off Taehyung ‘s cock.

“It’s your turn now, y/n.” Taehyung said, gesturing towards you.

You walked over to him, and Jungkook followed behind you. Before you got onto Taehyung’s cock, Jungkook helped you out of your clothes, until you were in nothing but your bra and panties. His fingers ran over your back, slipping underneath the band of your bra, before he pulled it up and off your chest, discarding it. Finally, he pulled off your panties, before he helped you lower yourself down onto Taehyung. When you whimpered, Taehyung stopped, fondling your breasts as he kissed your neck. “Sshh, deep breaths, babe.” He said to you.

“Relax, y/n, it’s so much easier that way, here, have a drink.” Hana said, giving you a glass of vodka. You took a few sips of it, letting the strong alcohol help loosen you up.

Taehyung pushed his cock further into you, a whine left your lips as your nails dug into the sofa as the large cock slid in and out of your hole, making you feel like you were in a world of its own. The room felt a million miles away.

When you finished the vodka, Hana took the glass from you and sat down at your feet, watching Taehyung prepare you.

Jungkook had already removed his boxers, and his hard cock jolted with anticipation, he sat down next to Hana, watching you, too.

Hana’s hand moved towards Jungkook’s crotch and she started to pump him slowly, his eyes turned to her. She smiled up at him before leaning in, kissing him. You watched their tongues slide against each other, as she jacked off his cock.

“All nice and stretched now, you did so good, y/n.” Taehyung praised you, pulling out of you.

Hana had now climbed onto Jungkook’s lap, facing him. Her knees on either side of his body as he rubbed her hips. Naturally, you did the same, also getting onto Taehyung’s lap. He kissed your neck, his lips nibbling on your skin as he held you tightly.

You could hear a gasp from your left, and the wet sounds coming from their bodies combining, and Taehyung followed right after, sliding his length into your already wet pussy.

The four of you fucked, letting your bodies get accustomed to each other's presence. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. You could hear the noises you made, along with the music, and Hana and Jungkook’s noises, too.

“These girls just love cocks, don’t they, Jungkook?” You could hear a smirk in his tone.

Your boyfriend chuckled.

“They sure do, just hear them making all that noise.” Jungkook spanked Hana’s ass.

The girl yelped, letting out a groan as her hands gripped onto the back of the couch.

After a while of cock riding, you were moved to the bed, where the guys fucked you missionary style. Your head was close to Hana’s, so she turned to you and held your head, before kissing you. You could feel Taehyung’s hands on your thighs, spreading your legs further as he thrusted into you.

You then pulled away from the kiss, looking up at Taehyung. You felt something tighten in your gut, seeing how taken over by lust he was. His eyes were dark with need.

The boys then switched sides, and you and Hana changed positions, now on all fours. Jungkook gripped onto your hips as he pushed his length into you, he felt wet from Hana’s soaked pussy. His hips rolled into yours slowly, making you whimper, before his movements turned into a more stable rhythm.

Your bodies rocked with the motions of the guys thrusting into you and her. Hana held onto your hands and you looked over at her, seeing that her eyes were squeezed shut, as she let out small gasps. You leaned in, pressing your lips against hers. She kissed you back, her tongue sliding into your mouth, massaging your tongue.

The warmth inside of you built up, until it was about to boil over.

Hana pulled away from the kiss, her hand stroking your cheek.

“How does it feel?” Hana asked.

You panted out a few breaths.

She laughed.

The boys were so big, so good.

You felt so full, and your walls were tight around them.

It was like you were on cloud nine.

Hana was then taken to the sofa by the two boys, while you were left on the bed. You watched as Hana let the two guys go at it, making out while their cocks thrusted into her.

You watched as both Taehyung’s cock and Jungkook’s cock disappeared into her body.

Your body was warm and tingly. Hana’s eyes were shut tight, her mouth half open as she was simply taking in the pleasure. Her hands held onto the guys as they fucked her.

It was a sight that nearly sent you over the edge, but you weren’t going to cum yet.

“Oh!” Hana’s back arched and she cum, her body shaking as she did. She came all over the boys, her body glistening from the sweat, as they both slid out of her.

Hana went to leave, putting on a bath robe, and when she came back, she saw you climbing onto Taehyung’s lap.

Taehyung smiled, kissing your shoulder as both him and Jungkook’s length slid into you. You groaned, your head rolling back as the two cocks moved in and out of you, filling you up with their hard lengths.

“Please…” You whined. “Yes, please, please..” You pleaded with them, not wanting it to end.

Their movements were in sync, and you couldn't help but to clench around them. Your legs quivered, your stomach tensed, and the heat inside of you became unbearable.

Having two cocks inside of you felt amazing, and your pussy clamped tightly around them, which made them groan, too.

Taehyung and Jungkook started to move faster. They grunted, grumbling out your name as their bodies slammed against yours.

You whimpered as you let out a shaky breath.

Their bodies were so hot and sweaty, but you loved every second of it.

It was heaven.

They switched up every few minutes: either sliding in and out of you at the same time, or Taehyung’s cock staying in your ass while Jungkook pounded into you and vice versa, or them taking turns sliding in.

"Yes, yes, yes…” You whispered, your tongue hanging over your bottom lip.

You didn't care who was where anymore. All you cared about was how good they felt inside of you, and how good you felt because of them.

They were perfect, they made you feel good.

The pleasure was so good, that your body gave out and you collapsed against Taehyung, who wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you in place. He kissed your shoulder, while you just rested there, breathing deeply as your chest rose and fell.

“It feels so nice to have two cocks inside of you, huh?” Hana asked, stroking your cheek.

You nodded.

Your pussy was sore, but it was a good sort of sore, one that you would never get tired of.

Jungkook took Hana’s hand and placed it on top of your pussy, where she rubbed your clit. You whimpered, your legs shaking again, as your body twitched.

“Such a good pussy, babygirl.” Jungkook cooed at you, giving you every of his inches.

Taehyung grunted, his hips moving against yours as his cock moved inside of you.

Jungkook leaned in and kissed you. He held you by the chin, your body still resting against his friend, as he kissed you, caressing your hair.

He was so sweet, he made your stomach do flips.

You moaned into his mouth as Hana fingered you.

Your toes curled in your feet and you shuddered, your legs quaking again. This was so good.

You felt Jungkook’s hand squeeze into your breasts, fondling you, before he squeezed your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper and shake.

You let out a string of whines as your eyes rolled back. Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing becoming more ragged as Hana kept fingering you.

The room was so warm, and your body was so sensitive.

You had to fight off your orgasm.

You could feel that tingling feeling in your stomach, but you just couldn't let go yet.

You wanted it to last a little longer.

You needed it to last a little longer.

It was just too good to be true.

And it was, because your body gave in.

You let out a loud cry, your voice cracking as you felt yourself tighten around their cocks. Taehyung and Jungkook kept themselves in you, loving the feel of your pussy squeezing them.

"More…” You looked over at Jungkook.

Jungkook could never resist you. The boys changed positions, and you wrapped your arms around Jungkook, resting against him as you felt him slide into your pussy, Taehyung hovering over you two as he slid himself in.

Your pussy felt so sensitive, but you couldn’t resist them. This time, it didn’t take much for you to cum over their cocks again.

Jungkook gripped onto your hips as he pushed himself into you while Taehyung pulled onto your hair as he pounded into you.

Your walls tightened and you cried out, your voice breaking as you did. You felt your body convulse with pleasure, your toes curling in your feet as you squirmed.

Then, both you and Hana sat on the floor while the two guys stroked themselves, before they came, coating your faces in cum.

[strawberry75]

Mafia taehyung smut

Too Sweet

“You’re too sweet for him, but he can’t get enough of the taste. Even if lately he makes you feel as if he has. Taehyung doesn’t like that you feel this way, showing you that the only drug he ever needs is you.”

Pairing: Gangster!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: crime!AU, established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: mention of past smoking, mention of murder as well as blood & violence, Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, lingerie kink, hand kink, dirty talk, praise, he calls her his slut fondly, he also calls her babygirl and (baby)doll, the title Sir is said like three times, cockwarming in his office chair, desperate sex on top of his office desk, DP of her pussy with his cock & fingers, choking without applying pressure, bondage with his tie, strength kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, he fucks her so good she pees a little jjsjsj, creampie, subby girl tears, he is as gentle with her as he is rough (sexy), smol ownership kink, kinda exhibitionism cause they fuck loudly with his guards outside the doors, hints at female masturbation, allusion to somnophilia, breast play with painless tit spanking, idk if this is warning worthy but he is a little "dismissive" of her feeling neglected by fucking her instead of listening to her, but he apologises healthily in the end and keeps being all "fuck, I misssed you" during sex, cuddles and kisses and praise for aftercare hihi

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is based on this post and all of you guys' wishes ohoho. it's definitely less on the soft Dom!Tae side because a bitch (me) wrote this during full ovulation bloom and i quite frankly felt like a bitch (dog) in heat ajjajsjs have fun besties 🤎

Taehyung was working late. He is at home for a change and you thought that it would mean you could see him more, but that wasn’t the case. You haven’t seen him at all today, not even in the morning because he locked himself in his office before you woke and during lunch time, he asked one of his men to bring the food to his office. You can’t stand it when he is like this. 

You know that Taehyung was a busy man. If he wasn’t gone, tending to missions or assassinating his targets, he was holed up in his office, allowing no one to come in. No one. Not even you, his woman. 

You normally don’t mind that he is absent, having your own things to do. But it has been days since you last saw him and you are getting needy. Not only for his attention, but also for his touch. You noticed it starting when you woke up all alone – like always these past few days – with thick, warm slick between your legs and a deep pit in your stomach only his cock could fill. You tried to get rid of it, but no matter how you touched yourself, it wasn’t enough. You missed Taehyung. You missed his touch and how he can turn you into puddy between his fingers. He gets off on the power. Taehyung is twisted like that, giving it to you with a taunting smirk on his lips which so very often makes you shudder. Sometimes he also looks at you as if you were his prey, as if you were one of the many fuckers he tortures on a daily. And you get off to it, craving exactly this look tonight.

Taehyung’s world wasn’t normal or on the bright side of the law. Taehyung’s world was as twisted as him, it was filled with drugs, murder and betrayal and reeked of dirty money and expensive alcohol. 

You slithered into it eight years ago with no chance of escaping. It all began when you came home to your younger siblings slaughtered and your belongings missing. Your parents had died years before and as the eldest of four, you took on the role of mother and father for your younger siblings. They were three, six and eleven when they were murdered. You were only twenty. The law didn’t help you. They dismissed it because of too little evidence, called it a case unsolvable and told you to leave when you begged them to continue the search. You met Taehyung in front of the police station. It rained that day and the air smelled of messy endings – or new beginnings, however one might interpret the meeting. He called you to the dark alleyway he was hiding in and offered you a drag of the cigarette he was smoking, which you declined while he took it for you with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“I can find the killers of your family”, he had told you.

“How do you know what happened to them?” you had asked him.

He pointed at the police station, “I know a lot of things in this city. Things these bastards up there could only dream of knowing. I know your name and that someone killed your three siblings. I also know that your parents died two years ago and that their deaths are connected to these murders.”

“Who are you?” you asked him.

“You can call me Vante, my real name isn’t important”, he told you, not knowing that one day he will have you screaming his real name for him each night as he made the messiest love to you.

“Why are you helping me?”

Taehyung took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled it through his nose. He stepped closer, drawing you in with his eyes. Something sick and twisted glimmered in them and you had found yourself gazing at it in awe. 

“Are you taking my help or not? My cigarette is running out and I’m not about to light another one”, he stressed back then, unaware that one day the only drug he will need in his lungs was your air.

Many years have passed since then. The world darkened in these years. Taehyung lost the playful spark he had back then, while you lost the innocence a normal person without criminal ties possessed. You know how a stranger’s blood feels on your hands these days, know how disgusting humans are once they die and their muscles give up and you know the bitter taste of lonely nights when Taehyung stays out longer than planned. 

You can’t take the taste anymore. You crave the sweetness of his kiss, the saccharine traces of his touch and the honey timbre of his voice.

Taehyung is locked up in his office and doesn’t let anyone in, but you can’t take it anymore. You have to see him. 

Two of his men are guarding the door. Their eyes flit to your cleavage but shoot away instantly, their bodies tense as they try not to look again. Looking at you in the wrong way will cost them their eyes. Taehyung would make sure of that. Just as he made sure that the killer of your family got the ending they deserved. You knew that you were twisted when you felt joy and desire as you watched him slaughter them instead of horror and disgust. You remember fucking him, bloodied and dirty, just beside the bodies of your family’s killer while Taehyung moaned into your mouth, drugged out and high on slaughtering. You haven’t been separated since. Except for these last few days. Fuck, you miss him.

“Master Vante wishes not to be distracted”, his guards try to stop you.

“I want to see him.”

“He told us not to let anyone in. Not even you, Mistress.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Vante!” you call out. 

Moments later the door opens. Taehyung looks at you, then your skimpy outfit, then his guards. 

“You told them to keep me outside?” you ask him, cocking a brow at him.

Taehyung glares at his guards. They avoid eye contact, gawking at the front with pearls of anxious sweat on their foreheads.

“Come in”, Taehyung tells you darkly, stepping out of the doorframe.

With a triumphant bounce in your step, you enter his office. The main lights were off, only his green table lamp was on, tinting the room a mixture of orange and green. 

Taehyung closes the door and locks it, turning to you quickly to grab your wrist.

“What are you thinking?” he hisses.

“I miss you.”

“And that gives you the right to walk around like this in front of my men?” 

You are wearing lingerie and a see-through, short rope. Both blood red in colour. They hug your curves at the best parts and match with the colour of your lipstick. 

“Why? What’s wrong with my outfit?” you act oblivious on purpose, craving the fire in his eyes only you can ignite.

Taehyung furrows his brows. The fire burns deep. You, quite frankly, almost moan because of it. This is exactly the warmth you missed these past cold nights.

“I miss you, Tae. I go to bed alone and wake up just as alone. I miss you so fucking much.”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. He slides his hand from your wrist and steps back.

“I have a lot to do”, he says, retreating back to his desk. 

The distance is cold. Yes, the years took his playfulness, but they never took his affection for you. His distance is cold because it was never there before.

“Did I do something?” you ask him quietly.

Taehyung lifts his eyes from his papers. 

“What makes you think that?”

“You aren’t coming to bed with me anymore.”

“I am. You’re just always sleeping already.”

“You don’t hold me in the morning.”

“I do. You’re just always sleeping still.”

“You lock me out of your office.”

“There’s stuff in here I don’t want you to see.”

“You don’t want to fuck me in this outfit.”

Taehyung purses his lips. 

“You normally always do.”

“I want to do the most sinful things to you, don’t mistake my indifference with lack of desire. If I didn’t have so much shit to do, I’d bend you over this desk and fuck days worth of cum into you.”

You moan with your knees buckling. Taehyung watches it happen, allowing you to know it affects him by loosening his tie a little.

“Did you like that?” he asks – rasps. 

You nod your head, giving him pleading puppy eyes.

“Come here.”

You obey his orders instantly, hurrying to his desk so you could stand in front of him.

Taehyung spreads his legs, leaning back in his chair. It creaks as he does. He runs his hand over his chin, taking you in with fiery eyes. 

“What do you really want?”

“Your touch.”

“Don’t keep stuff from me. Tell me what you want.”

“I want.” You gasp for air. “Oh god, Tae. Don’t make me.”

He darkens his eyes, chewing imaginary gum.

“If you want me to help you, you gotta tell me. You know how deals with me work.”

How could you forget. Making a deal with Taehyung is what brought you here. Letting him find your family’s killer is what made you into the obsessed woman you are today. 

You didn’t have to accept his deal back then, but you did. You took the cigarette and finished it in one inhale, sealing not only your deal with him, but also your fate. 

“I want you to touch me. I’ve been wet since the morning and I can’t stop it.”

His eyes skim over your crotch. His chest rises and sinks in one deep, affected breath.

“Did you try stopping it?”

“Yeah.”

“How?” 

You shy away. Taehyung sits up, hovering his hand over your waist without touching you. It aches not to be touched by him. 

“Don’t be shy now. Tell me how you took care of it.”

“I touched myself”, you whisper.

Taehyung purrs, “you touched yourself. What a bad girl. I can’t remember giving you permission.”

“You haven’t been there for me for days.”

He smiles. The first of the day. It makes your knees weak.

“So it’s my fault?”

“Yes.”

His smile grows. He follows his hand with his eyes as he travels it along your curves. The touch never comes. It drives you insane to have him so close but still be denied the honey warmth of his hands.

“If I knew how fucking needy you were, I’d have fucked you in your sleep.”

You whimper. 

He looks up, meets your eyes in fiery desire.

“I’d have infiltrated your dreams and made you cream my cock before you could even wake up.”

“Please touch me, please”, you beg because you have already reached your breaking point.

He chuckles, chewing gum again.

“I can touch you in lots of ways. Be more specific.”

“Cock. I want cock.”

He leans back in his chair, folding his hands on his stomach nonchalantly. You gawk at them. You crave their touch. Fuck, please.

“Alright”, he says coolly. 

“Really?” you gasp, stumbling because your knees actually gave up on you. Taehyung is on his feet instantly, lifting you onto his desk and holding you between his strong hands. 

“Careful. Are you okay?” he asks, studying your features worriedly.

Despite all the killing he is doing, all the fighting and rough work, his palms are soft. Feeling them on your skin makes you moan. Finally. His touch heals you.

“I want to be fucked so bad”, you beg.

Taehyung chuckles, “shit, you’re gone for.”

“Please”, you open your legs, showing him your wet panties. 

Taehyung licks his lips, gulping heavily. You are soaking the documents under you. Fuck, you haven’t been that wet in ages. Taehyung wants to pump his digits into you, fuck your slickened cunt hard and fast, get his cock creamed. But he holds back. He still has work to do and he knows exactly how to take care of you in a way which still allows him to do what he needs to do. 

“Wrists out.”

You obey his orders.

“From now on, your safeword is Red and your life line is humming our song. Understood?” he tells you as he opens his red tie.

“Yes, Sir”, you whimper, leaking all over his desk.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl when you listen so well.” He pulls your wrists closer, wrapping the tie around them a few times. 

You are heaving. You can’t handle how much all of this excites you. 

“Too tight?” he makes sure, rubbing your knuckles gently. Each touch he places makes you want to scream. You missed it so much. 

“No, just right.”

“That’s good”, he says and lifts your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Each of them. Without breaking eye contact. You are truly puddy in his hands. “You know why I have to do this, don’t you?”

“I touched myself without your permission.”

“Exactly, bad girl”, he says with a playful spark in his eyes. 

You have to giggle because of it, writhing on his desk. Off of said desk he lifts you moments later. 

He sits back down on his chair and begins unbuckling his slacks. 

“Tae”, you moan, pressing your legs together. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

He opens his belt, his button, his zipper. He slides his hand inside. Seconds later, it reappears with his cock between his fingers. He’s already hard and throbbing, sitting heavy in his touch.

You ogle him, drooling all over yourself.

“What do you want to do to it?” Taehyung orders you.

“Sit on it.”

“What a naughty girl, mhhhm”, he rolls his head back, arches his back as he puts on a show of jerking himself off.

This is to rile you up, to show you what you currently don’t have.

“Please, can I have it?” you beg, fighting your restrains. 

“Mhm, take it.”

“Oh god, oh god.”

You fail to climb on his lap on your own and so Taehyung helps you with a guiding touch. He even pulls your panties aside for you, holding his cock in place as you sink down on him. It squelches wetly. 

Taehyung tenses his thighs for just a second, biting down on his lower lip as a deep purr rumbles in his chest.

You totally lose it, falling against his chest with your tied up hands trying to grab his shirt. Your lips press against his neck. He smells masculine and clean. 

“Taehyung”, your moan is filled with relief and ecstasy. 

“You weren’t lying. You’re so fucking wet.”

You move instantly. Messily and needily. You move. Move. Get stopped. 

With both hands dimpling your hips, Taehyung is keeping you still. He ignores your pleading whimpers and your distressed gasps. Instead he rolls closer to his desk and straightens up, picking up his pen.

“That’s perfect. Keep my cock warm like this”, he says nonchalantly.

“Wh-what?” you are out of breath, close to tears. You want cock so bad and you finally have it, but he is denying you to move? Does he want to make you cry? You can’t get any more desperate and yet he wants to prove you wrong. 

You lift your head from his neck. Taehyung glances at you.  

“You didn’t think that I’d allow you to move after the stunt you pulled, did you?” he taunts, chewing gum again.

“What stunt?”

He stops chewing, lowering his eyes darkly.

“When you showed yourself like this in front of my men. When you touched yourself without my permission. When you barged into my office and accused me of neglecting you.”

“You have been neglecting me.”

“Careful”, he warns, bucking his hips up.

You moan, rolling your eyes back as your body wobbles in defeat.

Taehyung pulls you closer, keeping you steady that way. He fucks into you again, gritting his teeth while you whimper like a happy slut. Your cunt is so fucking puffy, sucking in his cock greedily. Every voice in his head is telling Taehyung to drop his work and fuck you senseless. But he can’t. He has a point to prove.

“I’m allowing you to be in my office and to sit on my cock, but anymore backtalk and I’ll gag you”, he warns even if talking is hard.

You spill tears.

“Please more.”

He wipes your tears, caressing your chin afterwards.

“Patience, I still have to work”, he tells you and looks back at the papers.

“Oh god, please”, you plead, hiding back in his neck. You want to move, but you can’t because he is keeping an iron grip on your hips. All you can do is sit on his lap with his girthy cock deep inside you. And you can’t even run your hands over him. You wiggle them in their restraints, begging against his neck.

“Please Tae, please.”

“Patience. It’s only been half a minute.”

It felt like three hours. You need him pumping into you. Warming his cock isn’t enough. 

Time passes. You don’t know how much, but it’s too much for you. All you can concentrate on is his cock. He is so hard inside you. So big and girthy. You were never so aware of being filled than you are currently. You can feel every inch sitting inside you and how he is stretching you out. The pit in your stomach is shrinking but it’s still there because you aren’t allowed to move. You clench your pelvic muscles. Electricity runs through you. This helped. When you tense up, you can feel him press against your sensitive spots. 

Dumb in desperation, you start chasing the sensation. You clench, relax, clench, relax. Over and over. It feels so good. You finally have what you had craved for days. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung soon breaks the silence, reminding you that he could feel as well. 

You tense up, feeling dizzy. You forgot that it’s noticeable to him when you clench down. 

“Mhm? What are you doing?” he stresses, digging his thumb into your softness. 

“It hurts.” His touch loosens, but tightens again when you continue whining. “It’s not enough, please let me move.” 

Taehyung takes a deep breath, keeps it in for a moment and exhales it in time with his big hand sliding to the small of your back. 

He gives it a small push, moving you like this. You shudder instantly, leaking on his cock. He moves you again and you pick up on it instantly, meeting his movements needily. 

“Nuh-uh.” He slows you down with just one touch. “Like this. Understood?”

“Yeah”, you whimper, obeying his orders.

“Good girl, such a good girl”, he praises and shifts his attention back to work.

So now he’s got you grinding down on his cock. He is glad that he is sitting because it turns his legs weak. He missed your warmth like nothing else. Concentrating on his work is definitely becoming difficult but he is stubborn. He needs to keep cool a little longer. 

You are in a state of ecstasy, panting and drooling against his neck as you finally have what you craved. You have his cock moving inside you. Now granted, the movements are just small grinds back and forth, but it’s like a drug to you. He shifts deep inside you, prods at your puffy walls and swollen good spots and the folds of his slacks are rubbing against your clit. You have his big hand on your back, rubbing circles into your thinly dressed skin. Everything is just perfect. Taehyung might think he is giving you a punishment with such little movements, but you are in fucking heaven. This is exactly what you needed. 

Taehyung doesn’t realise the gravity of his mistake up until the point you suddenly tense up and squeak his name. But by then it is already too late. He has you throbbing around him seconds later as you orgasm as if you never had before.

You whimper, trying so hard not to shake and tremble, but Taehyung can feel it nonetheless. It’s squeezing his cock. 

“You fucking-”, Taehyung growls, throwing his pen aside. His composure is broken. He stands up with you and swipes his desk clean just so he can lie you down on it. He takes your hands and pins then above your head, staring down at you with crazed eyes and gritted teeth. “You’re such a fucking temptress. How dare you cum like that.”

You are barely present after your high, writhing and twitching on the desk. He thrusts his hips. Consciousness returns. The sensitive, fucked state of you is obvious again. 

You squeak his name and arch your back as your eyes finally meet his’. His pupils are blown out, he has a sense of craze in his face. 

“I should tie a vibrator to you and leave you shaking by my feet for what you’re doing to me”, he spits as he finally drills his cock into you. Hard and rough. The desk shakes because of it. Your body does as well. “I have work to do and you’re messing with my schedule. I should punish you, but fuck”, he buries himself as deep as possible and write his name against your walls, “you fucked me up. Just wanna pound into you”, he laughs lazily, following it up with a lulled “fuuck.”

“Harder please”, you beg, riding on the high with your head turning. 

Taehyung fulfills your wish with a growl. His fingers dig into the softness of your thighs so he can keep you in place as he fucks you into a state of senseless on his desk. You answer his guttural growls with high pitched wails of gratefulness. You finally have what you needed. You have his entire attention. And it feels so fucking good. 

It is finally obvious to you how much Taehyung missed you too. He only fucks like that when he hasn’t been with you for a while. He only grips you with such strength when his fingers hadn’t felt your softness in ages. He is only so out of breath when your air hasn’t filled his addicted lungs for some time. 

“I missed you”, he gets out. 

You meet his eyes. Tears escape you easily. He slows down and leans over you to wipe them gently. A moment of tenderness in the passion. A moment to remind you that he loves no person as much and as deeply as he loves you.

“I missed you so fucking much”, he rasps and slides his hand to your neck to rest on it. No pressure. Just contact. His hips pick up speed, claiming you as his’ in more ways than one. 

And you roll your eyes back without closing them, melting into the desk as he rearranges your insides. The pit is finally being filled. The fire is finally burning you again. You are so happy, moaning his name as loudly as possible. 

“Yes baby, moan for me. It turns me on. Moan for me.”

His guards just right outside the door are non-existent to you and him right now. The fact that they most definitely can hear you, hasn’t sunk in yet. You and Taehyung are lost in passion. You have to pick up on days of absence, you have to fuck until the desperation is finally gone from your systems. Fuck, you need each other so fucking bad. 

“You feel so good, my good girl. Love filling you with my cock. So good, fuck so good. You’re taking me like such a good girl”, Taehyung is babbling. He always gets like this when the sex just hits right. He loses control over his tongue and begins spitting whatever dirty thoughts run through his foggy mind. “My good girl, my fucking slut. Look at you. Fuck.”

His right hand cups your tits, playing with them roughly. The touch is heaven. Even through the material of your lingerie you can feel it.

“Taehyung”, you wail, arching into his touch.

“I hate that you thought I don’t wanna fuck you in this. Shit, I want you like fucking crazy”, he moans and gives your tits a gentle spank. Just hard enough that they jiggle for a moment, but still gentle enough that no pain shoots over your skin. 

You still sob and mewl for him, writhing on the desk like a woman brought to her limits. And you are. He is bringing you to your limits, pushing you right past them because he is twisted like that.

“Fuck, you’re cumming again?” he slows down.

“Don’t stop please. Faster!”

And you enjoy every second of it because you are just as twisted. It burns so deep when he is rough during your orgasm and you need it to continue burning.

“Urgh fine”, he is tensing his jaw, furrowing his brows, “you’re so tight. Your pussy’s sucking me off. Shit, ah- babygirl ahm mhh urgh.”

Taehyung wants to crumble on the floor. Every inch of his body is electric. You have him so high. And it doesn’t stop. His cock is throbbing. He swears he hasn’t been that hard in ages. He might actually pass out from how much blood is shooting to his dick. But he’s got a deal to fulfil. He promised you relief and Taehyung isn’t going to disappoint. He isn’t the type to break deals. No matter how much they ruin him. And you are ruining him like nothing else. 

You are so tight after your high, so wet that it is difficult for his cock not to slip out. It’s squelching out of you, messing up not only your connected bodies but his desk as well.

“You’ll be the death of me”, he gets out.

“More.”

“More?” he squeaks out, following it up with a disbelieved laugh, “how much hotter do you wanna be burn?”

“Until I’m reduced to piles of ash”, you croak and grab his wrist with your tied hands. You guide it to your middle. 

Taehyung picks up on your silent message instantly, rubbing circles into your puffy clit. 

“No”, you mewl, “stick them in, please.”

Taehyung growls needily. He gets a little dumb in pleasure when you reach the point where you beg for what you want without shame. He is so obsessed with you it’s crazy. 

Taehyung slows down to make it easier and slips one of his fingers into your cunt. The tightness makes both of you gasp.

“I’m going insane, fuck”, Taehyung croaks, staring at the pretty view obsessively. His huge cock inside you, his finger right beside it, your puffy lips moving around him and your red lace panties stretching against his shaft. “You’re so stuffed with me. Does it feel good to you?” 

“Another.”

“Shit, you’re actually killing me.”

His second digit fills you just as easily, pressing against your swollen g-spot. You whimper and squirm, tensing around him. He glances at your face. It is scrunched up, skin glistening in a layer of sweat and pleasurable tears.

“Too much?” he makes sure.

“No, perfect. Please move”, you squeak out.

Taehyung huffs out air, giving you exactly what you ask of him. The friction is unbearable, the pressure around his cock is making his knees shake but he keeps moving. You are moaning so prettily for him, stretching your tied up arms above your head as if you wanted to reach for the stars he is making you see. 

“My perfect woman. Urgh my…pretty….slut….my princess, urgh…is this what you…wanted?” 

“Yes, yes, yes”, you squeal and keen, glowing in happiness.

“So beautiful, I’m going insane”, he moans and wraps his unoccupied hand around your neck again. No pressure, just warmth. He doesn’t have to squeeze down to let you know that you belong to him. Not that you need a reminder. You belong to him willingly. 

It was over for you the moment your eyes locked. You had been his’ ever since you shared this fateful cigarette in the dark alleyway while the rain poured down on you. You are his’. No amount of distance will ever change this. 

His hand around your throat is nothing but a warm reminder that he feels the same. His palms are soft, his heavy rings are hard and warmed up from his body heat. The touch is so tender, contradicting to what his other hand was currently doing to you. He is curling his long fingers as best as your tight walls allow him to, matching the rhythm with that of his eager hips. You stopped moaning because you lost the connection to your voice. Breathe. You have to concentrate on breathing otherwise you might pass out. 

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching again. My good girl, taking me so well and looking so pretty doing it. Shit, my slut, fuck sorry I meant my pretty girl. Urgh baby, are you cumming again?”

You give him a small, fragile squeak then break on his digits and cock. You squirt all over him within seconds, screaming his name because it is all you can do. 

“Yes fuck.” He abandons your neck and presses down on your stomach to the point where you can’t tell whether he is still making you squirt or you are already pissing yourself. You don’t mind, riding the feeling with messy tears and a snotty nose. His documents and clothes are ruined, but you can’t stop. 

“Give me everything, that’s my good babygirl. I love it when you fucking wet yourself like that. Shit, I can’t do this for long anymore. Getting sensitive, mh-hm.”

“Please cum inside.”

His hips falter.

“Please, please, ah! Please!” you beg him, making up for the loss of movement by wiggling your hips until he finally picks up his rough pace again.

Taehyung leans down, pinning you against the desk with his bigger frame. He slips his fingers free from your tight cunt, so he can wrap his arm around you. His left hand closes around your throat, his lips are pressed to your ear as he talks dirty to you.

“I’m gonna cum so good for you, doll. I saved up so much for you. Gonna fill you up with all of it until you’re dripping.”

“Please, please, please”, you beg with tears in your eyes.

“Yeah? You want this cum?”

“Yes please, yes please.”

“Shit babygirl, urgh”, Taehyung growls through gritted teeth, squeezing down on your neck as he empties his heavy balls into your cunt. 

You can feel it shoot out of him and cover your walls to the point where you can’t keep it inside anymore. It drips onto the floor, messing up his cock and balls.

“Take my cum. Fuck, such a good girl. You’re made for my cum, urgh fuck”, Taehyung talks himself through it, holding you against him in his strong, protective arm. And you wail his name, wishing for his sticky cum to stay inside forever. 

He slacks against you after his high, dropping with a whimper of your name. 

“What the fuck, woah”, he gets out, trembling in the aftershocks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you get out weakly.

“I kid you not. Fuck”, he exhales deeply. “Put your arms around me.” 

You obey his orders, mewling weakly when he lifts you off the desk and sits you down on him as he sinks into the chair in defeat. His cum oozes out and squelches everywhere, but it’s only a little amount compared to how much was still inside you.

He slacks against the chair, gazing up at you with half lidded eyes. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He unties your hands.

“Do they hurt?”

“No”, you assure him, touching him instantly. He feels so strong and warm under your hands. His heart is racing so much. You needed this reminder. The reminder that you can still raise his pulse.

Taehyung closes his eyes halfway. “I love you”, he lulls, following it up with a smile.

“I love you too”, you whisper, lowering your eyes just sadly enough that he worries.

He furrows his brows, tilting your head up with two fingers under your chin.

“What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head.

“Talk to me.”

“Can I be kissed?”

His features soften.

“You’re so cute. Of course you can. Come here, babydoll”, he says and slides his big hand to the nape of your neck to guide you into a kiss. 

You melt into it with a fluttering heart and no thought in your brain except the repeated cheers about how much you love him. You roll your hips down into him. He tenses up, breaking the kiss with a whiney chuckle.

“What are you doing?” 

“Please don’t go back to working, please I don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

“I won’t work, just…” He arches his back. “Give me time to recover, ah too sensitive.”

“Please Tae”, you beg, grinding down on him despite his begs.

“Fuck, did I really neglect you that much that you can’t be satisfied no matter what I do?” he groans.

“Yes”, you get out and pull him into a kiss.

“I’m sorry. Shit, gotta make it up to you then”, he mumbles between kisses, hugging you against him as you giggle into the kisses. “Come here you adorable temptress you.”

“Ah Tae. Wait. That tickles”, you squeak in laughter as you and he lose yourselves in a tingly, passionate dance of grinding, kisses and love bites.

[strawberry75]

do you have any fics where reader is using a strap on????

Anonie, oh my sweet sweet anonie :----) you must be new around here because I live and breathe 💗the strap usage💗 you came to the right place my fellow slut (affectionatly)

A very long list under the cut 🤪

Jungkook

Pegged (rough pegging, BDSM)

Wet Dream (consensual somno & passionate pegging)

Make You Mine (jealousy sex)

Wanna See Myself Inside You (reverse breeding kink)

Handle With Care (loving pegging)

Peg Me (first time pegging)

Five More Minutes (romantic morning pegging)

Creampies & Fishnets (horniest reverse breeding kink)

Face Fuck (face fucking with the strap)

AAOL Chapter 07

AAOL Chapter 13

Yoongi

Peaches in Bed (first time pegging)

Only For You (another first time pegging)

Drunk On You (drunk pegging with neediest Yoongi)

Rope Bunny (bondage & pegging)

Yummy (kitchen sex)

Taehyung

On His Knees (first time pegging)

Brat (brat taming pegging)

Drive You Fucking Crazy (sex magic, just read for yourself)

MV Chapter 39

Jimin

Stripped (pegging against a strip pole)

Namjoon

Fantasize (first time pegging)

[strawberry75]

Desiring Defiance | Kim Taehyung | One Shot | Teaser

Summary: Taehyung as a Mafia Lord takes care of his own, but when his priority becomes you, imagine his surprise...and delight when he figures out you want nothing to do with him. Pairing: f!reader x Yandere Mafia Lord Taehyung (Contract Marriage) (Taehyung's pov) Word Count: TBD Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language, Weapons, Drugs, Violence etc. (I haven't finished it so I'll add more warnings when the full fic comes out) A/N: I wanted to get this out to see if there's any interest in this story since I usually write fics for Jungkook but I'll be writing it regardless. Just wanted to have an opportunity to get a taglist going if possible p.s. This is my first Mafia fic and it's barely edited so pls have mercy on me 🥲 Requested by @bluehaven143 💜

"I've scheduled the jet for your birthday and have alerted the local staff to be ready for your arrival" my assistant relays, my men and I having a leisurely meeting and therefore feeling comfortable sharing in front of them since they're usually a part of those plans.

"You should book this new stripper I found while we're there. I've heard that she leaves her patrons thoroughly…satisfied" one of them says, wiping his nose off after inhaling a line of a white powder that we all know leads to no good.

I wave him off, knowing if I let him run his mouth the suggestions will go from crude to vulgar if left unchecked.

"No stripper?" one of the guys chimes in, feeling as though he got a toy he was entitled to taken away from him.

"You guys aren't coming this year" I say after telling my assistant we'll discuss this matter later.

"What do you mean we're not coming?" another chimes in, looking utterly betrayed. "I have other plans in mind this year" I inform, loosening my tie, it suddenly feeling a little too tight.

"Who are you going with if not us?" another asks, the notion completely ridiculous from their self centered viewpoint.

"My wife" I say, pulling out my phone to check her location, seeing that she's still at the office when she was supposed to be home an hour ago making me sigh and stand up, the group raising to their feet as a sign respect.

"You mean the woman you paid to marry you?" one of them mumbles, making a bold statement leaving me chuckling darkly while shaking my head, my pace slow but deliberate as I walk up to him, resting my hand on his shoulder before drawing my gun seconds later and placing the barrel against his temple.

The cold steel on his skin makes him shudder, the implications of what just one single pull of it's trigger could do to his life. His very well being dancing in the palm of my hand, oh so tempting to snuff out but I show some restraint and press the gun a little harder against his temple making him lean over, trying to get away from the no doubt painful pressure.

All the rest of my men are frozen in place, knowing better than to intervene, very well aware that any sign of fear or questioning of my judgement could result in the intent to kill being pointed towards them.

"I suggest you watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my wife" I growl and he nods, apologizing profusely, sinking further and further down onto the floor, practically shaking in fear.

When I cock the gun I can see the way his body tenses up as he forgets to breathe, holding back the wince he no doubt wants to let out.

I stand there for a while, debating whether or not I should make an example out of him in the most extreme way possible, the sound of a pin dropping would resound through the whole room.

I ultimately decide to withdraw my gun, placing it back on my person, fixing my suit jacket and running my fingers through my hair, letting out a sigh.

"Take him out back" I say and turn to walk away, leaving his pleas for mercy to fall of deaf ears.

He should know better.

They all should know better than to question me, my wife or my judgement. Leaving me turning back to address the rest of the group once the guilty party has been taken away, his wails for mercy soon being exchanged for wails of pain, muffled by the door now separating us.

"My business with my wife is none of any of your concern. Plus, it's not like many of you remember the reason we go abroad at the end of the year anyways. So there's no need for you to be included" I sigh and they all turn their eyes down, disappointed but not surprised that this fate was cemented as a result of one man's sin.

"Make sure there aren't any loose ends I need to tie up while I'm gone…or when I get back" I say giving a pointed look to all of them, resulting in a unanimous sound of intent to do as they're told.

"Clean up my office. I don't want to see a single crumb or anything out of place when I get back" I say looking at one man in particular that has been crunching on a bag of chips since I walked in leaving him closing and setting it aside.

I leave with a unison farewell from all as I head to my car that's been pulled around front, waiting for me.

"Where to sir?" my driver Andrew asks once I get in the back seat, the only one I let speak freely in front of me. "My wife's office" I say leaving him humming.

"You don't approve?" I ask, cocking my brow at him through the rear view mirror, but he finds no fear in it.

"She's requested not to be disturbed until she's called for a ride home sir" he relays leaving me sighing, debating on whether or not I should respect her wishes.

She's always so stubborn when it comes to work and does everything she can to keep my claws from sinking into it.

I don't feel like listening tonight though, especially not after what happened.

I want to see her. I need to see her.

"Sir?" he asks, trying to see if I've changed my mind given the new information. "My wife's office" I repeat and sit back, knowing I'm making the wrong choice but I won't let anyone keep me from getting what I want.

Not even her.

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Voracious pt. 1 | kth & jjk

Genre: idol!au, bi poly established relationship, smut, some fluff Pairing: idol!Taehyung x idol!Jungkook x reader Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: orgasm denial, anal, use of a cock ring, foul language, degradation, oral (m&f receiving)  Summary: This relationship started as a mutual agreement of sorts, but blossomed into a loving, intimate relationship over the years. Jungkook still has the needs of a boy going through puberty, whereas Taehyung tends to be a softer, more attentive lover. That doesn’t mean that Jungkook can’t be both, but when it’s the three of you together, the story is entirely different.

Tagging @vannilacake :)

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[strawberry75]

Mafia jungkook story

The Only One || Masterlist

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45

Bonus

One-shot 1 | One-shot 2