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𝜗𝜚        taehyung      bts lockscreens.

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Reassurance | Taehyung

MDNI!

Taehyung had a habit of making you watch yourself in the mirror as he pleased you. The glow of the dimly lit room casting a soft golden hue over your reflection. Taehyung standing behind you, his chest flush against your back, his arms wrapped securely around you.

Presence solid, warm, and intoxicating. His dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, filled with something deeper than desire—something reassuring, grounding.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands trace slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin. His lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitches as his fingers glide lower, teasing, testing. “You’re doing so well for me, baby,” he whispers, the deep tone of his voice washing over you like a lullaby. He knows he has you in a vulnerable position - bare and open. But he’s proud of you, he wants you to see what he sees every time he touches you and fucks you. You should be able to witness how beautiful you look when you take him.

His finger circles around your wet hole - collecting the moisture before sliding in between your folds. You jerk at the soothing and sinful touch, chest rising as you study yourself in the mirror. Your face flushed, skin glowing, and eyes glimmering. Your eyes lower to his slender fingers as they rub your clit - causing your knees to buckle.

“I’ve got you” his voice soothes you as you adjust to the feeling of this intense pleasure. His hold around you tightens when he adds a finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out - earning a few breathless sighs from you. Every whispered praise, every slow stroke of his fingers, every deliberate movement pulls you deeper into the moment, into him.

Your fingers clutch at the cool surface of the vanity, your body arching into his touch. “Taehyung…” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut, but he tuts softly, one hand tilting your chin back up.

“Look at yourself,” he orders gently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want you to see how perfect you are—how much I adore you.”

His touch is slow, reverent, as if he’s savoring every inch of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Every part of you. Do you see what I see?”

You nod, breath catching as his fingers trace down your sides, teasing, exploring. He watches your expression in the mirror, eyes dark yet tender. When your gaze flickers downward, hesitant, he tilts your chin back up with gentle fingers.

“Don’t look away,” he whispers.

His hands continue their slow worship, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. He shushes you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

You exhale shakily, leaning into him, trusting him. He strokes soothing circles into your skin, grounding you. “I’ve got you,” he reassures. “I always do. Just focus on me. Focus on how good you feel.”

His movements become more deliberate, his lips trailing along your neck as he whispers, “You deserve this. You deserve to be cherished.”

And in that moment, with his warmth surrounding you, his touch guiding you, you believe him.

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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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˚ · .˚ ༘ 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆

synopsis. you're dating taehyung but no one really knows. backstage tension turns explosive when tae corners you in the only place private enough at an award show.

pairing. bts ﹢ kim taehyung x popstar!reader ﹢ smut

wordcount. 991

warnings. NSFW ! mdni ! semi-public sex (bathroom), secret relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!tae, mild choking (consensual), strong language.

You didn’t plan on sneaking into the disabled bathroom—it just sort of… happens.

There’s a throb in your chest that has nothing to do with the post-performance adrenaline and everything to do with the man watching you from across the hall, half-shadowed beneath a greenroom sign, collar popped, gaze molten.

Kim Taehyung. Black hair falling into his eyes, that sinful mouth curling in amusement when your eyes catch.

You look away too fast. He’s going to make a meal out of that.

And sure enough—ten seconds later, his footsteps fall in behind you like a predator stalking prey. You catch the sound of a quiet tsk just before a hand grazes your hip, low and secret and lethal.

“Running, baby?” he whispers, hot breath against your ear. “Didn’t take you for a coward.”

You whirl around, shoving open the nearest door that doesn’t lead to a hallway full of makeup artists or stagehands or nosy backup dancers. It’s a single-stall bathroom—larger than necessary, bright, sterile, and mercifully empty.

Click. Lock. And suddenly you’re caged.

Taehyung moves like a storm, sweeping you back until your spine meets cold tile. His hands find your face like he’s been waiting hours to touch you. Then his mouth crashes into yours, and you dissolve.

Your limbs forget how to work. You melt under him like sugar on hot skin, all gloss and glitter and need.

He tastes like breath mints and victory. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, hungry and bold. You groan into him, legs already threatening to give out.

“Fuck, baby,” he huffs, dragging the zipper of your dress down way too slowly. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

You whimper. “Tae, we don’t have time—”

“Oh, we’re making time,” he growls, pulling the neckline down until your tits bounce free. “You’re out there singing like a fucking temptress, staring at me with those fuck-me eyes, and you think I’m not gonna wreck you?”

Your panties are soaked. The lace clings to you like a second skin, doing nothing to hide how ready you are.

He dips two fingers between your thighs, swiping through your folds without warning.

You arch, gasping.

“Dripping,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.”

You nearly sob. Your head falls back, hitting the wall. You should stop this. You should.

But Taehyung is palming your ass, pulling you closer, kissing down your chest like he’s tasting his favorite meal. His voice is low and teasing as he sucks a bruise into the curve of your breast.

“You wanna know what I was thinking about while you were on stage?” he asks, lips brushing your skin. “I was thinking about this pussy. Wondering if you were bare under that little slit dress. Imagining dragging you under the stage and fucking you with the mic still in your hand.”

You let out a broken moan, clinging to his shoulders.

“Turn around,” he commands, voice wrecked. “Now.”

You obey like your life depends on it.

The mirror in front of you catches every sinful angle: your flushed face, mussed hair, dress hitched up over your ass, Taehyung behind you looking like sin incarnate.

He nudges your legs apart with his knee, pulls your panties to the side, and runs the tip of his cock along your slit with a groan.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be trembling at your encore.”

And then he slides into you—slow, thick, devastating. You cry out, clutching the edge of the sink as your body adjusts. He bottoms out with a hiss, hands anchoring you in place.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. “You take me like you belong to me.”

Your eyes flutter shut. “I do,” you whisper. “I do.”

He loses it.

His thrusts start hard and fast, dragging obscene sounds out of both your mouths. The stall walls shake with every movement, the slap of skin on skin echoing. His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise.

“You feel what you do to me?” he rasps, snapping his hips up into you. “I’m supposed to be cool, baby. Collected. Instead, I’m railing you in a bathroom like a fucking animal.”

“F-fuck, Tae—” you cry, back arching.

He yanks you up against his chest, one hand on your throat, the other slipping down to your clit.

“Gonna make you come like this,” he growls. “All messy and cock-drunk with my cum leaking out of you.”

Your orgasm hits like fire. You shudder in his arms, walls clenching around him so tight he chokes on a curse and fucks into you harder.

He doesn’t last much longer.

A few more desperate thrusts and he’s coming deep inside you with a moan, face buried in your neck.

For a long, long moment, the only sounds are your panting breaths and the faraway thump of bass from the stage.

He pulls out slowly, his cum trickling down your thigh. You hiss at the sensitivity and clench your legs together.

Taehyung chuckles—low and smug—and helps you straighten up.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the greenroom couch,” he mutters, kissing your shoulder. “But I like this. Messy. Secret.”

You look at yourself in the mirror: completely fucked-out, lipstick gone, chest flushed. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

He grins, refastening his pants. “And? Worth it.”

You swat his chest, trying not to laugh. “I have an interview in ten minutes.”

He hums, licking your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “You’re glowing. They’ll think it’s highlighter.”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help smiling.

Before you leave, he stops you with a hand on your wrist. His expression shifts—less cocky, more earnest.

“I meant it, earlier,” he says quietly. “You do belong to me.”

Your heart lurches.

You lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet. “Then prove it. Later.”

He smirks. “Hotel key?”

“Back pocket.”

“Good girl.”

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ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ꕤ

Kim Taehyung x fem!reader: pregnancy kink

summary: Tae never understood why men who got their girlfriend's pregnant, all of a sudden, turned into total simps for them. He just didn't understand what changed. Until he got you pregnant...

warnings: smut, tae being weird but we luv him <3, fingering

word count: 1.5k

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Kim Taehyung never knew why men that had their girlfriend’s pregnant, all of a sudden, turned desperate for them. He didn’t understand what was the factor that made them turn into total simps. He really didn’t get it at all. He understood pregnancy was a beautiful step to be taken in a relationship, sure, but what changed? 

Tae had some near experiences like when Nam and his girlfriend announced they were expecting a baby. Their leader had told them how his girl suddenly had this glow around her, that she was even more beautiful than ever.

But Tae never saw it. 

Sure, Namjoon’s girl was really pretty, but he didn’t recognize any change in her, at all. She looked just the same to him.

Until it happened to him. 

He met you a couple of years ago through Seokjin. You were a friend of Jin’s cousins, and Tae was invited to a party his hyung had made, and you were there, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you instantly. 

You started dating each other a couple of months later after a few dates and there you were. Two years into the relationship and you were three months pregnant with his child. 

Your baby bump wasn’t really there yet, but as he had memorized every single part of your body, whenever his hand would trace your stomach, he’d sense a little hill there. And it was adorable. 

He could see now why people would say there was this pregnancy glow shit. 

It was real.

You were glowing, and he couldn’t think of anything hotter than thinking that you were pregnant with his baby. He got you pregnant. 

Now, there you were. 

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a snack out of strawberry and apple pieces mixed with some chocolate syrup. Something you started doing out of the famous cravings you started having. 

But he couldn’t focus on anything rather than how good you looked with your short crop top that showed off your little baby bump. How you were licking your fingers with chocolate syrup. And how the fact that you were pregnant with his baby while doing all of that made everything ten times hotter. 

He approached you lazily and walked behind you. Tae wrapped his arms around you and pressed his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Hey, bub” you cooed. “You want some?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, and started rubbing his nose against the skin of your neck. His lips kissed the curve of it, his teeth leaving slight bites on its wake. 

You left the knife on the counter, afraid that you would cut yourself by accident by your boyfriend’s ministrations. 

You bit your lip and sighed, “Tae…”

“What?” 

“What are you doing?” you asked him, giggling, arching an eyebrow curiously with a smirk.

He chuckled and his hands came to touch your stomach. “You just look so beautiful carrying our baby, I just felt the need to show you how” he whispered. 

You chuckled back and turned around in his arms, curling your arms around his neck. “Then, show me…”

Soon enough, you found yourself on your shared bed, both of you naked while his length was buried deep inside you. 

You laid on your back, while his hands were placed one on your waist, and the other right above the bump on your stomach. 

“Fuck, I hope our baby doesn’t remember any of this because I’m gonna be fucking you any chance I get” he moaned, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, applying more pressure as he hit the sweet spot inside of you, making you throw your head back in pleasure. 

And man, did he truly keep his promise.

It happened everywhere you went.

He got horny over your pregnancy state anywhere you went, it was getting out of control. 

One time, you two went to buy some underwear for you because your hips started getting bigger along with your breasts and you needed new pairs. You grabbed a few and went to the changing room, with Tae trailing behind you, but you decided it was for the better for him to stay outside. 

You tried a certain bra and sighed, opening the curtain slightly and looking at your boyfriend.

“Babe, can you help me, please?” you asked him.

He immediately walked inside the changing room and his eyes visibly widened when he saw you in a full purple set, his mouth watering at how good your body looked in it.

“I think this makes me look fat” you rolled your eyes, brushing your hair over your shoulder. “I’m not getting pregnant ever again, gosh” you sighed. 

Tae grabbed your face and kissed the breath out of you, making you gasp and clutch at his arms in surprise. He pulled away with a loud pop and brushed his nose against yours. 

“No, baby” he shook his head. “We’re keeping you pregnant forever” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah, next time you carry this baby” you scolded him.

“But you look so sexy with that bump, you have no idea” he said, and you could see he truly meant it, due to the lust that his eyes carried. His hands brushed over your stomach and then to the underwear you were wearing, brushing his fingers over your core. 

You got wet in an instant, and gasped, nails digging into the skin of his arms. “Tae… what if someone sees or hears?” you whispered and then let out a gasp again when you felt his fingers brush over your sensitive clit, making you press your head against the wall of the changing room. 

His fingers probed against your entrance and he chuckled against your lips. “Believe me, if someone sees me finger fucking my super hot pregnant wife, they’re probably gonna congratulate me. You don’t even know how fucking beautiful you look right now in this purple set” he whispered against your neck and then licked a stripe with his wet tongue, the feeling making your knees buckle. If it wasn’t for Tae’s hands holding you in place, you would’ve, for sure, fallen to the ground. 

On that occasion, he made you come two times inside that dressing room and ended up buying two purple sets. One to actually use and the other for when you got home, so he could rip it off your body the instant you hit the bedroom. 

In front of the band members, he obviously didn’t do anything dirty, but he just couldn’t help it that his thoughts ran wild. 

He’d see you talking with Namjoon’s girl and laughing with Hobi about whatever you three were talking about, and his heart would swell in his chest.

Taehyung couldn’t believe his luck. Seeing you pregnant with his child, laughing along with his friends, something so mundane, somehow made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. 

His thoughts were cut short when he saw you pop a piece of fruit in your mouth and his eyes fixated on the juice from said fruit running over your lips. Your finger came to lick the remains off and said fingers came to brush over your pregnant stomach, a habit that you started developing since you found out you were expecting. 

Tae bit his lip, his eyes only focused on you while Yoongi was talking about something that was pointless and irrelevant to him at this point, and his hyung could feel that he wasn’t paying attention to him in the slightest. Yoongi turned his head and understood that Tae had that dumb look on his face because he was focused on you. Typical, he thought. 

He cleared his throat, which caught Taehyung’s attention, who turned his head to look at him. “Hey, I get that ever since Y/N found out she was pregnant with your baby, you just can’t seem to stop drooling whenever she’s around, but if you’re gonna pop a boner, do it away from me, man” Yoongi scolded him with disgust in his tone, mirrored in his face. 

Tae laughed and pushed his shoulder, standing up from his seat. 

He walked towards you and his heart did a backflip when your eyes met his and instantly smiled.

“Hey, honey” you flashed a toothy grin at him. 

Taehyung smiled at you and offered him your hand. You took it, giving him a curious look. 

“Where are we going?” you asked him, as you two exited the room and walked towards the elevator.

“To our room” 

You frowned. “Did you get hard again over my pregnant stomach, Tae?” you asked him and then looked down at the front of his pants. Yep, he was indeed hard. “Oh my God, Tae, did someone see?”

Tae didn’t say anything.

“Shit, who saw you?” you asked him and he laughed.

“Yoongi”

“Oh no, he’s not gonna let that go, you know that right?” you asked him as the doors of the elevator closed in front of you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “It doesn’t matter. All I care right now is making you come at least three times on my dick and then getting some kimchi for dinner” he smiled feigning innocence as he arched his eyebrows a couple of times.

You smirked and curled your arms around his neck. “Sounds like a plan”

“It’s date…”

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