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I’ve seen all your comments💜 Many of you want 1 and 2, so here’s the plan:
I’ll continue 1 first, then move on to 2, and also 3 later.
Tonight, I’ll upload the first part of “His Human Mate”—stay tuned! 🖤


#taehyungff
#btsff


Taehyung is human form and he hates Y/N.
V is his wolf form and he is obsessed with her.

3 days ago (edited) | [YT] | 22

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Hey guys 👋
How are you all? I hope everyone is doing well.

I know I didn’t post for a week.
Actually, I started writing, but in the middle I lost interest and couldn’t decide what to continue.
I have 3 unfinished story ideas, and instead of overthinking, I decided to let you choose.
Whichever one you pick, I’ll continue that story, even if I already lost interest in it.

So please help me choose 👇


1️⃣ Werewolf × Human Mate 🐺
Taehyung is a powerful werewolf who hates humans, especially the human fate chose as his mate.
He avoids her, rejects her, and keeps his distance.
But whenever he gets close to her, he starts losing control.
Her scent drives his inner wolf crazy.
His wolf wants to mark her, claim her, protect her at any cost
but Taehyung keeps resisting.
A constant struggle between control and instinct.
Between hatred and obsession.


2️⃣ Forced Marriage | Cold CEO 💍
Taehyung is a cold and emotionless CEO.
His marriage was supposed to happen with Mia, YN’s elder sister but she runs away.
To save their reputation, YN’s parents force YN to marry him instead.
YN is weak, often sick, and treated like a burden by her own family.
Now she’s trapped in a marriage she never wanted,
with a husband who never chose her.
A forced bond.
A silent house.
And emotions waiting to explode.


3️⃣Obsession | Neighbor Story 🖤
YN’s younger brother returns from abroad after 7 years, and with him comes his best friend, Taehyung.
He is also their neighbor.
YN still remembers Taehyung as a kid quiet, small, and harmless.
But the man standing in front of her now is tall, muscular, and intense.
The change is impossible to ignore.
She keeps telling herself he’s just her younger brother’s best friend.
A kid she watched grow up.
But her thoughts betray her.
And she scolds herself for thinking something so inappropriate about a kid
Then she realizes…
He’s not a kid anymore.
While YN stays confused and in denial,
Taehyung is already obsessed with her
watching, wanting, and waiting.



Comment 1️⃣ 2️⃣ or 3️⃣ 💬
I’ll continue the story you choose.

5 days ago (edited) | [YT] | 15

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#smut (part 2)

​He deepened the contact, his tongue probing and spiraling, consuming her with a fierce, focused passion. He used his hands to gently part her, ensuring his mouth reached every fold of her arousal.

​Y/N: (A high, broken moan) "Oh, my God... Taehyung... Stop... That's unfair..."

​He ignored the lie, only working faster, harder, determined to make his apology complete. He wanted to drown out the cold memory of the day with pure, consuming pleasure.

​Y/N couldn't fight anymore. She surrendered to the intensity, her body tensing and releasing into repeated, shattering climax under his persistent mouth. She cried his name, her fingers digging into the sheets, accepting the deep, erotic apology he was delivering.

​When she finally lay still, completely spent and breathing raggedly, Taehyung slowly lifted his head, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked at her, his eyes warm and possessive

...When she finally lay still, completely spent and breathing raggedly, Taehyung slowly lifted his head, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked at her, his eyes warm and possessive.

​He climbed back up the bed, hovering over her. He reached to the side of the bed and found the silk bra she had discarded earlier. He quickly took both of her wrists, holding them firmly.

​He used the bra to swiftly tie her hands together over her head, anchoring them to the headboard, a final, dominant assertion of his role in this apology.

​Taehyung: (Voice rough and deep) "Not good night."

​He lowered his hand, his fingers immediately finding the sensitive skin of her pussy again. He began to rub, slow and insistent, watching her face intensely.

​Taehyung: "You want me to stop, Y/N?"

​Y/N's breathing hitched at the sudden, restraining pressure and the exquisite friction of his hand. She wanted to say yes, to keep up the pretense of anger, but her body was on fire, demanding more.

​Y/N: (A breathless whisper, fighting the truth) "Yes, I want—"

​Taehyung: (Cutting her off, his eyes burning) "What do you want, Y/N? Tell me what you want."

​Her resolve shattered completely. The anger was gone, replaced by pure, desperate need.

​Y/N: (Her voice raw, eyes locked on his) "I want you. I want you to fu©k me."

​Taehyung smiled—a small, predatory smile of victory and overwhelming desire. He leaned down, placing a quick, demanding kiss on her lips.

Taehyung: "Okay then. Take me."

​He pulled back, positioned himself above her, and with one smooth, powerful motion, he entered her.

​Y/N gasped, the deep, hot completion overriding the sharp pleasure of the foreplay. Taehyung didn't wait. He immediately began to move, rough and fast, driving into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and desperate. He always lost control when he finally got this far; his obsession demanded dominance.

​Y/N: (A breathless plea, straining against the ties) "Taehyung! Slow down! Please, slow down!"

​He heard her, and for a fleeting moment, he paused, his eyes blazing down at her face before his control slipped again. He lowered his hips and gave her two deep, hard thrusts.

​The pleasure was too much, too soon. A wave of overwhelming sensation washed over Y/N. Her body tensed violently, and she cried out, her head falling back against the pillow as she climaxed instantly.

​She lay trembling beneath him, her whole body exhausted by the powerful release.

​Taehyung, however, did not stop.

​He slowed his pace just slightly, but the need was still tearing at him. He needed his own release to quiet the frantic hunger inside. He started again, deep and powerful.

​Y/N: (Weakly, her voice strained) "Stop... wait... it's too much..."

​The pleasure was overwhelming her, demanding too much energy. She was still reeling from the first wave, and his relentless, focused drive was starting a second. The pressure was intense, demanding, and utterly unavoidable. She could only cling to the sheets beneath her bound hands, trapped under his powerful, relentless passion, as he dominated her completely until he finally found his own, savage release.

The pressure was intense, demanding, and utterly unavoidable. She could only cling to the sheets beneath her bound hands, trapped under his powerful, relentless passion.

​Taehyung ignored her pleas, his focus narrowed to a single, explosive point. He looked down at his wife, her face flushed, her body open and accepting of his domination, and the sight shattered the last of his control.

​He groaned, a deep, primal sound that tore from his chest. His movements became wild, desperate, and possessive. He drove into her hard, his hips slamming down, claiming her completely.

​With a final, raw roar, Taehyung collapsed, his body rigid and trembling. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, releasing all his frantic need and stress into her. The tremors that wracked his body were fierce and consuming, lasting long after his release was complete.
​He stayed there, heavy and breathless, until his heart rate finally began to slow.

​After a long moment of silence, he slowly untied the silk bra from the headboard, freeing her wrists. He pulled himself out of her, sliding off the bed to gather the duvet, which he then pulled over both of them.

​He curled around Y/N immediately, pulling her back against his chest and trapping her securely within his arms. He found her breast, cupped the soft weight, and finally, closed his eyes.

​He had won. He had his comfort. He was home. And for the first time all day, Taehyung slept.

#taehyungff #taehyungomeshot #taehyungstory #btsff

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 21

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#smut (part1)

​Taehyung lay rigid on his side of the bed, staring into the darkness, completely sleepless. Y/N was curled up tightly on the edge of the mattress, a cold, empty canyon separating them.

​He was restless. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed. His body craved the familiar, specific weight and warmth of her. He pictured her in his mind:
her skin, the heavy softness of her ch°st, the exact shade of her pink ni°ple. He wanted to reach over, grab her, squish her boob in his hand, and suck on her until the day's stress was wiped clean. He needed to bite her—a mark of ownership and desperate relief.

​He swallowed hard, a dry lump catching in his throat. He was sweating despite the cool air. His left hand was clenched above his head, gripping the silk sheets tightly, trying to anchor himself.
​I need to make her forgive me. ​He couldn't stand the silence anymore.

​Taehyung: (A low, thick sound) "Y/N."

​He reached across the space, his fingers barely touching her shoulder.
​She reacted instantly. She shoved his hand away with a violent, disgusted motion and pulled her body farther toward the edge.

​Y/N: (Voice dangerously cold and clear) "Leave me alone."

​Taehyung felt a wave of cold panic. He couldn't go a whole night like this. Ignoring her command, he rolled onto his stomach and slid across the space until his front was pressed against her rigid back, trapping her against the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist in a desperate back hug.

​Y/N immediately tensed up and tried to push him away, kicking her feet against the sheets.

​Taehyung: (His voice came out rough and raw, thick with need) "Please."

​Y/N: (Cold, struggling against him) "Let go, Taehyung. I mean it. I'm not doing this tonight."

​She struggled again, trying to shove him off. But his control had snapped. He quickly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, his weight heavy and demanding.

​His face immediately went to her neck, burying himself in the scent of her clean skin. He inhaled deeply, trying to draw comfort from her. Then, his mouth moved to the silk robe covering her chest.

He found the thin, tied ribbon and worked it loose with his teeth until the robe fell open.
​He looked down at her, his eyes dark with obsession, not anger. He saw the soft curve of her breast rising and falling quickly under the thin fabric of her pajamas.

​Taehyung: (His voice breaking, desperate and pleading) "Please, baby. Just for a minute. I can't sleep. You know I can't. Please."

​Y/N stared up at him, her chest heaving. She felt the heavy, demanding pressure of his body, the heat of his gaze, and the intense plea in his eyes. She was angry, hurt, and determined to make him suffer for the day's humiliation.

​Y/N: (She turned her head away, her voice firm) "No. Not until you understand. I'm still mad. Now move."


​He was pinned over her, his eyes dark with obsession, staring at her chest through the open robe. He saw the soft curve of her breast rising and falling quickly under the thin fabric of her pajamas.

​Taehyung: (His voice breaking, desperate and pleading) "I know, baby, but please. Only one minute. I can't sleep, baby, please."

​He lowered his head dangerously close to her chest, his breath hot against the thin silk covering her.

​Y/N saw the raw desperation on his face. This was worse than any corporate panic—this was his true, vulnerable need. She knew she had won the argument.

​Y/N: (She sighed, her voice soft but firm) "Okay. One minute, Taehyung. That is all."

​He didn't waste a second. He immediately ripped the silk ribbon holding the robe together the rest of the way, and the fabric fell open. His hand moved quickly, shoving the pajama top out of the way, exposing her breast.

​ He claimed her, his mouth covering her nipple instantly. It wasn't rough; it was a hungry, wet suckle, deep and consuming, driven by the entire day's anxiety.

​Y/N: (A long, breathless moan escaping her throat) "Ohh... Slow... Taehyung, slow down."

​He tried to slow, but his control was gone. He used his free hand to cup and lift her breast, knead the heavy weight, and guide her deeper into his mouth. The sound of wet skin against his tongue filled the quiet room.

​The one minute limit was forgotten.
​As she started to moan deeper, giving into the relief, Taehyung shifted his body slightly. His hand moved down quickly, slipping under the silk of her pajama bottoms. He found the soft, sensitive skin between her legs.

​He pressed two fingers against her core, finding her already wet from the intense tension. He started to press and circle, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

​Y/N gasped, the dual, unexpected pressure shattering her final defense. She hadn't been expecting this deeper level of desire. Her anger instantly evaporated.

​Y/N: (A breathless, shaky plea) "Ah... Tae... Stop... Fu©k... That's too much."

​She threw her arms around his head, threading her fingers into his hair to anchor him, but her resistance was a lie. Her hips arched up slightly, answering the demanding rhythm of his hand.

She was lost. He continued to suckle intensely, his fingers pressing in and out, ensuring that the relief was as total and consuming for her as it was for him.

He continued to suckle intensely, his fingers pressing in and out, ensuring that the relief was as total and consuming for her as it was for him.

​Y/N: (Her voice a broken gasp, hips arching wildly) "Ohh... Taehyung... I'm coming... I'm coming!"

​He sped up instantly, his mouth pulling harder, his fingers driving in deeper, faster.​Y/N cried out, a loud, pure sound of release, her body tensing, arching, and then collapsing against the bed as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

​Taehyung didn't stop until her shudders subsided. He pulled his fingers out with a wet slide and lifted his head from her breast, looking at her with dark, possessive eyes.

​Y/N, breathless and spent, quickly pulled the duvet up to cover herself, hiding her flushed skin.

​Y/N: (Her voice soft but firm, trying to regain control) "Okay. Now sleep. You already did more than one minute."

​Taehyung said nothing. He just hovered above her, his gaze intense, sweeping over her face. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

​Taehyung: (Voice low, laced with genuine regret) "I'm sorry, baby. For earlier. Let me be sorry properly."

​Y/N: (She turned her head away, her voice tired) "I don't need your sorry, Taehyung. I'm tired. Let me sleep."

​He gently captured her chin, turning her face back to his.

​Taehyung: (His eyes holding hers, determined) "You don't need to do anything. I'll do all the work. You just lie there and enjoy."

​Before she could form a defense, he threw the duvet off again, exposing her body. Y/N gasped, trying to pull away, her small fists coming up to punch his back in protest. Her nails scraped lightly against his skin, but he didn't flinch.

​He started with her neck, his lips tracing a hot path down her collarbone. Y/N continued to struggle weakly, punching his back, but his mouth was too intoxicating. He moved to her breast, suckling and biting gently, lingering, making her whimper despite herself.

​Then, his mouth moved lower, down her belly, tracing patterns with his tongue. Y/N's breathing grew shallow, her resistance weakening as her body became more sensitive. He continued his descent, to her inner thighs.

​He went to his knees at the foot of the bed. Y/N lay there, her legs spread slightly, her body now completely pliant, watching him. He lifted one of her legs, bending it gently, and then began to kiss his way down her inner thigh, his lips and tongue trailing fire. He reached her knee, then her calf, then her ankle, until he was kissing her toes, one by one, each soft touch a silent, desperate apology.

​He worked his way back up, slowly, making sure every inch of her leg was covered in his touch, his lips, his tongue, until he was back between her thighs, and this time, there was no stopping him.

...He worked his way back up, slowly, making sure every inch of her leg was covered in his touch, until he was back between her thighs.
​He paused, resting his cheek against the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh. Y/N watched him, silent now, her anger completely replaced by sharp, demanding anticipation.

​Taehyung lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers for a moment—a silent question, a promise of devotion.

​Then, he moved. He bent his head, his mouth finding her pussy, his tongue immediately tracing the sensitive, damp center of her desire.
​He started slow, with deliberate, long strokes, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh. Y/N gasped, her hands immediately flying up to grip the silk sheets beside her head. Her body arched slightly off the mattress, a silent surrender to his skill.



​#taehyungff #taehyungomeshot #taehyungstory #btsff

2 weeks ago (edited) | [YT] | 17

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[Requested Story]

When your cold CEO husband can’t sleep without sucking your 🍒, but you two had an argument 💔

Taehyung Oneshot
Cold CEO Husband & Savage wife

Dropping tonight......

#TaehyungOneshot #ColdCEOHusband #Savagewife
#MarriedLife #HusbandWife #CEOxWife #AngstyRomance
#BTSFanfic #TaehyungFF #KpopFanfiction #OneshotStory
#CoupleArgument #MarriedCouple #PossessiveHusband

2 weeks ago (edited) | [YT] | 13

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#smut starts here

Before she could react, Taehyung reached out, his hand sliding possessively around the back of her neck, and he pulled her abruptly toward a nearby, empty supply closet, shoving the door closed behind them.

​​The tiny room went dark right away. The only light was a thin line showing under the door.
​He didn't say a word. He just crashed his mouth onto hers. The kiss was hard and fast, full of all the feelings he had to hide all day.

Y/N made a little surprised sound, then instantly melted. She stopped fighting her feelings and let him take over completely. She just wanted him.

​He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, and buried his face right into the side of her neck. She felt his voice rumble deep against her skin, a low, tired complaint.

Taehyung: "​today was crazy," he mumbled, holding her tight. "All I could think about was you. I just wanted to kiss you, hug you... I wanted to Fu©k you right here, all day long."

​He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pressing her body completely against his. His hand slid easily under her suit jacket and found her breast. He started to squeeze it slowly, gently kneading her, like he was searching for comfort.

​Taehyung then stepped back just enough to see a folded chair. He quickly grabbed it, turned it around, and sat down. He immediately reached up and pulled Y/N onto his lap, positioning her so she was sitting right on his thighs.

​His hands were quick and practiced as he moved to her blouse. With no hesitation, he undid the top few buttons and pushed the fabric out of the way, making her chest bare.

​He dipped his head and claimed one breast in his mouth, pulling hard and deep with a sudden hunger. At the same exact time, his other hand moved to the exposed breast and began to squeeze it with a steady rhythm, using it like a personal stress ball, needing the tension to be released.

​Y/N gasped loudly. The intense feeling—the rough pull of his mouth and the demanding squeeze of his hand—made her thoughts disappear. She threw her arms around his head, threading her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to the relief he was giving her.

...He dipped his head and claimed one breast in his mouth, pulling hard and deep with a sudden hunger. At the exact same time, his other hand moved to the exposed breast and began to squeeze it with a steady rhythm, using it like a personal stress ball, needing the tension to be released.

​Y/N let out a loud, breathless gasp. The intense feeling—the rough pull of his mouth and the demanding squeeze of his hand—made her thoughts disappear. She threw her arms around his head, threading her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

​Y/N: "Ahh... Ooh, baby," she moaned, her voice thick and broken, her head tipping back against the wall. "I know, it was so hard... Umm, you did so well today."

​He didn't stop. He only sucked harder, his hips pressing up into her in a steady rhythm, making her knees shake.

​Taehyung: "you know how much i suffered today" he muttered fiercely against her skin, the words vibrating through her chest. "You think you were the only one suffering out there? I saw you all day, pretending we were strangers. Every time you laughed at one of his jokes, I wanted to drag you away."

​Y/N tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer, offering both pleasure and reassurance

​Y/N: "I know, I know... Shh, it's okay, we're here now. Ahh... I missed you too, Tae. I Fu©k! I missed you too." she gasped out, fighting for breath between her words.

​He broke contact with her breast, leaning back just enough to look up at her, his eyes dark and burning. He grabbed her hips, settling her firmly on his lap.

​Taehyung: "I need you, Y/N," he growled, the intensity of his gaze overwhelming any light in the closet. "I need this. Tell me you do too."

​He didn't wait for her to answer. He captured her mouth again, this time the kiss was slower, deeper, a demanding promise, confirming that she was the only release he needed.

He didn't wait for her to answer. He captured her mouth again, this time the kiss was slower, deeper, a demanding promise, confirming that she was the only release he needed.

​When he finally pulled back, they were both gasping, their chests heaving in the cramped, dark closet. Taehyung's eyes dropped from hers to the exposed skin of her chest, then back to her face.

​Taehyung: "We can't do this here... but I need something. Now."

​Y/N: "I know," she whispered, her hands already moving. She slid off his lap quickly, dropping to her knees on the floor in front of him. The soft thud of her knees was the only sound in the quiet space.

​He didn't have to tell her what he needed. She reached for the front of his trousers, her fingers working the button and zipper with a practiced speed that made his breath hitch. She peeled the fabric down, releasing him into her waiting hands.

​He was instantly hard, a powerful, hot length that sprang free, undeniable and demanding. Y/N didn't hesitate. She cupped his weight gently, looking up into his dark, strained eyes.

​Y/N: "It's okay, Tae. Let go."

​She leaned in and closed her mouth around him, taking him deep.

​A low, guttural sound—half moan, half curse—was ripped from Taehyung’s throat. He gripped her hair, his fingers threading into the strands not to hurt her, but to anchor himself to the intense sensation. He threw his head back against the closet wall, his entire body going rigid.

​He watched her, the sliver of light from the floor catching the wetness on her lips. Every movement she made was a pure act of devotion and desire, chasing away the stress of the day with focused, intense pleasure.

​Taehyung: "God... Y/N... Faster," he ground out, his voice hoarse, his hips beginning to surge forward in a desperate rhythm. "Please... I'm going to Fu©k you right now, I can't wait..."

​She worked faster, taking his demand as a challenge. She pressed her face deeper, swallowing his heavy moans, pushing him right to the edge.

​With one last, powerful surge, a shaking shudder ran through his entire body. He cried out her name, a raw, broken sound of absolute release, pouring himself into her mouth as the tension finally—completely—snapped.

​Y/N held him steady until the final pulse had subsided, then pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking up at him with a loving, satisfied smile.

​Y/N: "Better?" she asked quietly, her voice still breathy.

​Taehyung just reached down, his hands trembling as he pulled her up into his chest and buried his face in her neck, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.

​Taehyung: "Never leave me," he whispered, the words heavy with relief.


The end...🕊️🕊️🕊️

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 15

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Last part is dropping tonight 💜
Mr.Idol & Miss Assistant

#taehyungff #btsff #taehyung

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 17

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Smut 1 (part 2)

​Taehyung rose slightly, breathing hard, his eyes fixed on the evidence of her desire. He quickly undid his trousers and let them fall. He was pure, demanding muscle, his body taut and ready.
​He climbed higher onto the bed, towering over her. He reached down and firmly pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide on the silk sheets.

​Y/N, startled, tried to squeeze her knees together to cover herself.

​Taehyung instantly stopped her. He gave a sharp, open-handed slap to her inner thigh, right next to her sex. The sound was loud.

​Taehyung: (Voice low, commanding) "Open them, Y/N. Now. You don't hide from me."

​The sting of the slap and the authority in his voice made her gasp. Her legs dropped open, trembling, completely exposed.

​He lowered his body, positioning himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes one last time before descending.

​
​He started with agonizing slowness. He did not immediately focus on her center, but used the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive edges, circling lightly. This slow lick pushed her closer to the edge without giving her relief.

​Y/N: (A high, choked scream escaping) "Taehyung!"

​She reached out, her hands blindly gripping his hair, pulling his head fiercely.

​Y/N: (Panting, desperate) "Faster! Please, do it faster!"

​He obeyed instantly. He pushed her legs back even wider until her knees were nearly touching her chest, making her completely open to him.
​He increased the pace dramatically, his tongue now moving with rough, demanding speed. He sucked and lapped with consuming hunger, matching the frantic rhythm of her pleas.
​Then, he delivered the final claim: his tongue plunged deep inside of her, searching for her center.

​Y/N: (A long, loud gasp, unable to speak, her back arching violently)

​She couldn't make a sound; only a desperate, silent realization that she was completely shattered by his touch.

​Taehyung lifted his head, his mouth wet, his eyes glittering with fierce need. He climbed up her body, positioning himself between her trembling thighs.

​Taehyung: (Voice a husky rasp) "Tell me you love me, Y/N."
​
​Y/N: (Gasping his name, eyes locked on his) "I love you, Taehyung! I love you, please—"
​He didn't need to hear more. He ignored the question and lowered his head, pressing his mouth back against her.

​He wasted no time. His tongue plunged deep inside of her, moving with a powerful, fast rhythm. He drove his tongue deep, mimicking the intensity of the climax he was about to give her.

​Y/N screamed, a raw, high sound of release. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head, her entire body arching violently as the pleasure intensified.

​Then, Taehyung gave one final, hard suck, pulling deep on her center.

​Y/N came immediately, the release a powerful, shuddering wave that rocked her entire body. She released a choked cry of his name as she climaxed directly onto his mouth.

​Taehyung didn't stop. He drank every drop, his throat working, swallowing her release. The subtle sound, the vibration of his action, sent a final, electric shock wave straight up into her sensitive body.

​He lingered for only a second more, ensuring the climax was complete. He then rose, his mouth wet and satisfied, looking down at her spent, trembling body.

​He didn't give her time to process. He climbed up her body, his powerful weight settling over her. He claimed her mouth in a final, deep kiss.

​Taehyung: (Kissing her deep, transferring the taste) "You are mine, Y/N."

​He didn't wait for a reply. He was on his knees, lifting her hips, positioning himself for the final act of possession.

​
​He guided himself to her entrance, pausing for a single, agonizing moment, letting the friction build, letting her feel the full heat and thickness of him pressing against her.

​Then, with a deep, guttural sound of immense relief and demand, Taehyung drove deep inside her in one single, powerful thrust.

​Y/N screamed, the sound muffled by the silk pillow beneath her head. The penetration was absolute, overwhelming, filling her completely. The size, the depth, and the sheer force of his possession stole her breath.

​He pulled back slightly, then slammed back in, settling his full weight and rhythm onto her. He began moving with a hard, aggressive pace, burying himself deep with every drive. He held her hips with crushing strength, dictating the speed and depth, demanding her acceptance.

​Taehyung: (Gasping, his face strained with effort, his eyes locked on hers) "You rejected me... you tried to leave me... you're staying right here!"

​He used the force of his climax to punish her refusal, and to confirm his ownership. Y/N couldn't speak; she could only cling to his shoulders, her body responding to his overwhelming force with primitive, desperate moans.

​The room was filled with the sounds of their frantic coupling—the slick press of their bodies, the creak of the expensive bed, and their raw, ragged breathing.

​He kept the relentless, demanding pace until the pressure was unbearable for them both. With a final, broken cry of her name, Taehyung climaxed deep inside her, his entire body shuddering violently. He collapsed onto her, his sweat-slicked weight pinning her to the bed, breathing heavily into her neck.

​Y/N wrapped her arms tightly around him, her body convulsing with her own delayed, powerful climax.
​

​Taehyung lay heavy on her for a long moment, slowly catching his breath, the violence and rage draining away, leaving only possessive love.
​Y/N, however, was not done. She felt the lingering edge of the drug and the immense, overwhelming desire to return the favor, to dominate the man who had just so completely claimed her.

​She shifted, pushing him gently off her body.

​Y/N: (Voice husky, but determined) "My turn."

​Taehyung let out a surprised gasp, his eyes widening. He watched as she maneuvered herself, climbing over his hips until she was straddling his waist. The move was slow, deliberate, and utterly captivating.

​She lowered herself onto him, taking his still hard length deep inside her in one controlled, sensual motion.

​Taehyung: (A low, thick groan of pleasure)

​Y/N began to ride him. Her pace was slow and controlled at first, a mesmerizing grind that forced Taehyung to surrender control and focus only on the intense feeling of her taking him. She leaned back, her body arched, her determination a beautiful challenge.

​She accelerated the pace, her rhythm becoming confident, sensual, and demanding. She closed her eyes, riding him deeper, faster, letting her need dictate the tempo.

​As the pleasure intensified, Y/N let out a small, ecstatic cry, her mouth falling open, her head rolling back behind her, her eyes momentarily rolling into her head in a flash of raw ecstasy.
​Taehyung was completely captivated by the sight of her dominating him.

He reached up, his large hands immediately grabbing her bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard as she rode him, the raw contact sending a fresh jolt of fire through them both.

​Y/N: (A high, sharp sound escaping) "Oh God, Taehyung!"

​The dual sensations—his crushing grip on her breasts and her powerful rhythm above him—were too much. Y/N suddenly convulsed, her body shuddering violently as she reached her peak. She climaxed hard and fast, collapsing forward onto his chest, panting his name.

​Taehyung held her, feeling the last, powerful wave of her release, but he was not done.

​Taehyung: (Voice rough with immediate demand) "Not yet, baby. Not alone."

​He shifted his grip, locking his powerful hands firmly around her hips. He didn't allow her to control the pace any longer. He began to thrust upward fiercely, dominating her body even as she was draped over him.

He set a hard, relentless rhythm, driving deep, forcing her spent body to ride his final, desperate need.

​Taehyung: (His voice a desperate roar) "Say my name! Say it!"

​Y/N: (Panting, clutching his shoulders) "Taehyung! Please! Ah!"

​He kept the punishing, driving pace for only a few more seconds, focusing all his remaining control on pushing them both to the final edge. With a guttural sound, his entire body shuddered, convulsing violently as he reached his powerful climax deep inside her.

​He collapsed back onto the silk sheets, pulling Y/N down with him, holding her tight against his chest. They lay there, breathing the same ragged air, the room silent, the exhaustion absolute. The chaotic night had finally ended in a shared, consuming peace.

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#smut 1(part 1)
He caught her in a brutal, perfect grasp, his arms wrapping around her waist as he used his weight to pin her beneath him on the bed. The soft mattress gave way, cushioning the aggressive force of his possession.

​This kiss was different from the drunken fury in the apartment. This was driven by the overwhelming relief that she was safe and the agonizing realization of how close he had come to losing her.

​He crushed his mouth to hers, sucking her lower lip deep into his mouth, his tongue sweeping inside in a frantic, demanding rhythm. He tasted the fear, the residual bitterness of the drug, and the sweet, hot core of Y/N's soul.

​He moved his hands, not to restrain her, but to command. One hand raked through her hair, tilting her head fiercely to deepen the angle, while the other slid under her suit jacket, pulling her against the unyielding muscle of his chest.

​Taehyung: (Breaking the kiss only for a desperate, ragged breath against her lips) "Don't you ever scare me like that again. I thought I lost you."

​He plunged back in, the kiss a desperate, fervent promise of protection. He kissed her until her own hands, which had been clutching his shirt, began to climb his shoulders, pulling him down further, her fear melting into fire.

​She whimpered into the kiss, an unsteady sound of pure need.

​Taehyung left her mouth only to trail a devastating line of kisses down her jaw to the pulse point in her neck, confirming the possessive claim he had cemented in the storage room. He stayed there, his mouth moving greedily over her skin, drinking in her vulnerability, his body heavy and warm on hers.

​When he finally returned to her mouth, the kiss was softer, longer, a full immersion—a silent, physical confession of the love he had tried to tell her days ago, now amplified by violence and rescue.

​He lifted his head, his eyes burning into her disoriented gaze. They were both breathing hard, the remnants of the drug and the chaos replaced entirely by the intimate, demanding reality of their desire.


​Taehyung lifted his head, his chest heaving, his own desire a demanding, painful fire in his blood. He looked into Y/N's eyes—beautiful, but clouded and unfocused—and the cold reality of her state hit him like a physical blow.

​Taehyung: (Voice rough, strained with immense control) "Y/N. Stop. You are drugged. I can't do this."

​Y/N didn't hear the words; she heard only the raw need in his voice. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down tighter.

​Y/N: (Her voice slurred, desperate) "But I want you! My whole body is burning, Taehyung. Please. I want you."

​He knew he couldn't hold her under the intense pressure of his own desire and her frantic pleas. He swiftly disentangled himself, his arms moving from possession to necessary restraint.

​Taehyung: "We need to cool you down."

​He lifted her easily and carried her into the vast, marble bathroom. He placed her standing under the edge of the shower and turned on the shower, letting the cool water start running, filling the room with steam and the scent of expensive soap.

​As the water began to run, Y/N clung to him. She pressed her face against his neck, raining frantic, feverish kisses over his jaw and neck, her wet hands clawing at his skin. She found his mouth again, kissing him with a frantic, desperate energy.

​Taehyung pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed shut, struggling against the dual torture of her touch and his conscience. Every kiss, every whisper of her need, chipped away at his control.

​He pulled her out of the shower's stream before the water could even cover her ankles. He pushed her back toward the bedroom, desperate to stabilize the situation.

​He moved quickly to his wardrobe, pulling out a soft, oversized shirt and a pair of comfortable joggers. He turned back to her.

​Taehyung: (His voice was strained, thick with effort) "Change into these. You need to sleep."

​Y/N ignored the clothes. She walked toward him, her movements unsteady, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held his hands, gazing up at him.

​Y/N: (Her eyes wide, pleading) "I want you, Taehyung."

​Taehyung: (Shaking his head, the control slipping) "You are not in your senses."

​Y/N: (She slid her hand down to cup his jaw.) "Yes, I am. I know exactly who you are. You are Kim Taehyung. And I am Y/N."

​Taehyung: (His eyes dropped, his own desire overwhelming the caution) "You will regret this tomorrow morning, Y/N."

​Y/N: "I'll not."

​She moved behind him and hugged him fiercely from behind, pressing her burning body against his back.

​Y/N: (A broken whisper, driven by the drug and the trauma) "It's hurting. I can't bear it. I want you. I want you to love me. You said you love me, right?"

​The broken plea, the memory of her terror, and the acknowledgment of his love broke the last of his resistance. He closed his eyes, his professional life, his idol status, and his conscience all vanishing in the face of her raw need.

​Taehyung: (His voice was a deep, guttural surrender) "Then don't regret it."

​Y/N: "I'll not."

​He spun around, grabbing her roughly by the waist. The tenderness was gone, replaced by a consuming passion fueled by days of longing and the desperate need to reclaim her. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her roughly, letting her know he was past the point of return.

​He swept her up and began taking her the few steps back to the immense, soft bed, his lips never leaving hers.


​Taehyung lifted Y/N into his arms, carrying her the final few steps back to the bed. He set her down gently at the edge of the plush mattress, but there was no tenderness in his movements now—only focused, demanding intent.

​He moved his hands immediately to the remains of her suit. With swift, expert movements, he stripped the torn fabric away, piece by piece, until the last barrier fell. He undressed her completely, revealing her trembling, beautiful body beneath.

​He then pushed her onto the bed. The soft mattress gave way, and Y/N's naked body bounced slightly before settling. She immediately reached for the nearest defense—the heavy silk duvet—and pulled it up to her chin, hiding her humiliation and need behind the white fabric.

​Taehyung took a slow, deliberate step back, giving her body one final, intense sweep of his gaze before fixing his eyes entirely on hers.
​He began to undress himself, holding her gaze captive.

​He reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly exposing his hard, muscular chest. He then pulled off his jacket and his ruined shirt, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. His eyes never wavered from hers.

​Y/N was hypnotized. She couldn't look away from his gaze, which was dark, depthless, and completely possessive. The sight of his powerful torso, the sharp line of his collarbone, and the raw power of his stare left her breathless.

​He was now clad only in his trousers, his body a figure of devastating, unleashed beauty.
​He lowered himself onto the bed, leaning over her, pushing the duvet away entirely. He pinned her arms to the silk sheets above her head, his eyes burning into hers.


​He lowered his head and crushed his mouth to hers. This was not a plea for affection; it was a physical announcement of ownership. He bit her lower lip, hard, before plunging his tongue into her mouth.

​The kiss instantly became a furious battle of tongues, greedy and consuming. He gave her no quarter, demanding her submission, sweeping his tongue deep into her mouth in a rhythmic, explicit exploration. Y/N responded with a desperate, answering fire, pouring her humiliation, her fear, and her soaring desire into the kiss.

​He broke the kiss only to trail a reckless, wet line down her jaw to the pulse point in her neck, sucking hard to leave a fresh, angry claim.

​He moved his mouth lower, his breath hot against her skin, and settled over her breast. This was the moment of focus, the core of his claim.

​Tongue Tease: He started with agonizing slowness. He did not immediately suck, but used the tip of his tongue to tease the sensitive peak, circling it lightly, making Y/N's breath hitch and her hips instinctively lift from the bed.

​He finally drew the nipple into his mouth, beginning a slow, deep suction. He maintained the rhythm, drawing her deeper, savoring the sound of her gasping pleasure. He used his other hand to cup the weight of her breast, kneading it gently as he continued the slow, consuming draw.
​
Just as Y/N began to settle into the pleasure, he suddenly grew rough. He switched to hard, aggressive pulls, sucking with a demanding intensity that bordered on pain, drawing a sharp, guttural moan from her throat.
​
He pulled back an inch, and then, using his teeth, he began to nibble the sensitive skin around the nipple harshly, a deliberate, pleasurable punishment for her resistance. The sharp, aching sensation made her arch her back fiercely, digging her fingers into the silk sheets.
​
He returned to the peak, taking it fully into his mouth for a final, long, deep suck, before pulling it free with a soft, wet pop. He immediately claimed the other breast, repeating the entire sequence—the tease, the slow suck, the rough draw, and the punitive nibble.

​By the time he lifted his head from her chest, Y/N was utterly spent, panting for breath, her entire upper body flushed crimson and aching with exquisite pleasure.

​He moved quickly, his lips blazing a trail across her abdomen, sucking hard on the soft skin of her stomach before tracing the hollow of her navel with his tongue, making her body contract with a final, desperate plea for release.

​He looked up, his eyes black with triumph, before reaching down to finally deal with the last barrier: his trousers.

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Mr. Idol & Miss Assistant — Ep 7 is dropping tonight!
Get ready for chaos, tension, and a whole lot of unexpected moments 👀💜


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