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Professor!Taehyung x Student!Reader. The reader is a bratty and Tae is in deeply love with her. Bless me plz🥺❤️

You were completly lost into your perfect world, dreaming about your perfect wishes and fantasies, with your perfect eyes closed, your perfect lips wrapped around your green pencil, softly chewing the thin wood. Perfect.

This is the only way your professor, Kim Taehyung, could describe his student, you. His favourite student, his perfect student. And he knew, oh, how he knew this is not actually how a teacher should see their student, but he couldn't help it.

Ever since you entered his class, in your senior year, his eyes couldn't leave yours. And how couldn't he have all of his attention on you, when you were so smart, kind with everyone and cute, with your pretty and cozy outfits, who were always making him think of you two in the mountains, in a cute and warm cabin, cuddled on couch while outside was snowing.

You were wearing one of these cozy outfits, skinny black jeans were embracing your thick thighs, a fluffy and brown wool, oversized sweater, making you look so tiny, white Converse completing your cute outfit, making Taehyung's heart melt, under the thought of having you in his arms, his face burried on the croock of you delicate neck, to feel your slightly musk and vanilla scent, the one you gave off, every time you made a move around him passing the papers with your delicate hands, going to the black board and writing, or him passing your seat. Speaking about that...

You probably thought he hates you, just because he was always making you come from your sit, to resolve a Maths problem on the blackboard, or just write the respective day's data on it. Why you? You didn't know why. And it's true, your classmates started to whisper and gossip around, about him being probably a pervert, someone even told you he is asking for you to come from your sit only to stare at your ass.

But, you knew he isn't like that. Yes, you caught him staring at you many times and you did because mostly of the time you did stare at him back. Truth to be told, he never stared at your ass, but you did. Seeing his round ass so tight squeezed into his coustume's pants was only making your mouth water and make your fantasies grow any further.

But that's not the point in here. He was calling you to the blackboard more often, just to catch a glimpse of your scent. But seeing you like this, eyes closed, lips murmuring a song's lyrics, one he obviously knew, he didn't have the heart to disturb you, trying to catch your attention or taking you to the black board then.

He didn't like it though. In the last period you didn't pay attention to his class anymore, or to him!!! You were always lost in your own world. You used to talk to him before, by the end of the class, asking him about the notes you took, or any other Maths problem. And it was, without a doubt, his favourite part of the day, to see you in front of him, a shy smile permanently playing on your face. Even if he knew you were there only because you needed help with something he would resolve as a teacher, he was still hoping that one day you will come and talk to him, not using his title anymore.

But you didn't in a while and he missed it. He missed you. Staring at you, he told himself to forget about you forever, letting his conscience take over his heart.

That's when the class finished and while Taehyung was trying his best to not look your way, picking up his laptop and papers, his nosetrils were filled up by a scent he knew so well, making his head snap towards your direction, before hearing your voice.

"Taehyung-ssi." You said, with your sweet and warm voice, making his heart flutter in his chest.

Author's note: hi, annonie!🥺 I kind of feel like you are new in here!!!😊 A big hug for your from this Mochi!! I hope you enjoy my answer and also: keep in mind that my requests are always open 24/7!!! Feel free to even talk to me!!!💗

"Love"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

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My phone rang at 3 a.m. I woke up with a start. It was a video call from Taehyung.

"Baby?" I called in a sleepy voice. It was dark on the other side, I could barely see his face from the little light of the phone.

Taehyung sniffed and said, "I'm so sorry I called you this late."

His voice sounded abnormal to me. My immediate thought was "he's crying."

"No, no," I said, "It's alright. Talk to me."

He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I don't know why I'm feeling down lately."

I could hear him sobbing softly now. I guessed letting him talk would be a better way to comfort him than actually saying something.

"Hmm?" I urged him to speak more.

"I miss you so much. I wish you were here."

"I miss you too, baby."

"Can you stay on line till I fall asleep? I'm lonely." He sounded like a child pleading to his mother to let him sleep with her so that he won't get scared.

"Yeah, sure, baby." I said.

We stared at our screens for a while. I could see Taehyung's face a little clearer now.

"Would you like some music?" He asked.

"I would like it very much."

Taehyung turned on the song we used to listen to all the time. It was our song, "Love" by Lana Del Rey.

"It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy."

The song played on, the lyrics touching my heart directly. I closed my eyes. Taehyung's sigh could be heard occasionally. It almost felt like he was lying next to me.

The finishing music ended with the iconic "Don't worry, baby."

I said, "We'll meet soon. We'll listen to music and lie next to each other and hold on tight till we fall asleep. Don't worry, baby."

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My Masterlist

little and the beast

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

rating: 21+

notes: i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this version is more enjoyable. :)

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.

You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.

Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.

While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.

The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.

Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.

With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.

Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.

One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.

You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."

Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.

"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.

"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.

After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"

"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."

You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.

You lift your hips. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"

Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.

He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy!"

He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"

He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.

Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.

Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."

He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.

After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.

"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"

"Okay."

He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.

"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you, Daddy."

© thekaykery 2022

little and the beast

member: kim taehyung

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.6k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

note(s): i...am sorry of how long this took to be published. life was very hectic and i didn't have the chance to finish writing this until just now. it's not my best work but i hope you enjoy it!

You're his beloved girlfriend, and Taehyung loves both sides of you: big and small. But one day, he comes home to find you breaking one of your rules. Now Taehyung has no choice but to punish you for disobeying him.

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Instead of throwing a tantrum, politely ask for things you want or like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or not safe.

These are the rules Taehyung set in place for you after you revealed you're a little. Of course, it took time to grow accustomed to, since he was unsure how to exactly care for you, but he figured it out over time. For example, when you're in little space, you have different mannerisms and habits, like throwing ridiculous tantrums over nothing and babbling away while you play with your stuffed animals and color. You also dress in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, a sassy and intelligent girl.

You often switch between your head spaces without warning, so much you give him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to your wants and needs. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of your mind.

Thankfully, you remember your rules.

While Taehyung likes your normal personality, he loves it when you're little, loves your clinginess and the way you talk to him like a little girl and ask him to do things with you, like color or watch you play dress up. He feels a sense of power and authority over you, not only as your boyfriend, but as your caretaker. Even more so when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime,' and it mostly occurs in his bedroom or studio, where you often come to him and seek some form of relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you plead for him to assist you with your arousal, an uncomfortable bubble in your belly.

Whenever he comes home hard from work, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through his veins, he often finds you and fucks you, and you submit to him. He adores hearing your squealing and crying as he uses you like a cumslut, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so dirty, allowing him to fuck you whenever and wherever he desires, although you do deny him sometimes when you're not little. But when you are, you instantly become wet and go face down, ass up, one of his most beloved positions.

Today is one of those days when Taehyung arrives home hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could think of during practice was last night, where you rode him for the first time like he was a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent ass clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants, needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively searching for you. Nowadays, you're in little space, which means you greet him with hugs and kisses each time he comes home from work. Yet this time, you don't, which makes him frown. He closes the door, setting down his bag and shucking off his shoes. He stays still for a moment, listening for a sign of your presence, then hears a moan. A very quiet, desperate moan. He stiffens, and his features settle to stone. He silently stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the cracked door to your little room, allowing him a view of what's happening inside.

Your face is mashed in the pillows, your features scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Your frilly, pink dress is shoved up to your chest, exposing your soaked pussy. Your matching panties are lying beside you on the bed. You frantically rub away at your clit, soft noises leaving you, your thighs in white stockings trembling, your toes curling. You mewl, drawing quicker circles on your bud of nerves, anxious to reach that high Taehyung always gives you on your own.

Taehyung sighs and shakes his head, disappointed to see you directly breaking your number one rule. He was going to treat you well, reward you for being a good girl last night, but your present actions force him to punish you like the needy slut you are.

Laying his hand on the doorknob, the other tucked into his pocket, Taehyung widens the door, stepping into the room. His features are cold and serious, his eyes harsh, dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks, his grip tight on the knob.

At the sound of his voice, you freeze completely, and your head slowly turns to look at him. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, now fill with shame, the pink deepening into red. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, carefully shifting to sit back on your heels, rightfully replacing your dress. You wipe your sticky hand on your bedsheets, then, reluctantly, shuffle to face him. Your head is bowed, your hands clasped in your lap. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"W-Wasn't doing anything," you softly say in your cute, childish voice, crinkling the skirt of your dress with your fingers, "p-promise."

A noiseless, humorless laugh leaves him at your answer. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of a situation even when he clearly saw the evidence. This is a trait in both your little and big spaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away with it when you're big. When you're little, however, is a different story. Taehyung steps further into the room, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects you, slowly approaching you, like a predator with its prey.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

He scoffs at your denial, leaning with his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. "Don't even try," he says, his voice timbre. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your eyes wide with panic and innocence. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" You snap your mouth shut, and you look away, unable to maintain eye contact. Taehyung barks a little laugh at your incapability to answer him. "That's what I thought." He straightens, tugging off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules, slut?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

You swallow. "N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right, slut." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" He sees you hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right, babygirl. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Trembling, you shuffle to the edge of the bed and stand, then go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely as you slide it open and kneel, searching for the particular box containing the items he requires to punish you with. You return to him with the box in hand, and he quietly thanks you. You crawl back on the bed and resume your position, your head bowed. He sets the box on the bed and removes the top. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it tight.

"Lie back," he orders, climbing on the bed while you obey him, parting your legs for him, your arms curled up by your chest. "Hands up by the headboard."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His dark gaze shuts you up, and you blush. "You know better than to deny me, darling," he murmurs, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard with the ribbon, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I caught you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late to apologize now. You should've thought this through before you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress from the collar and cleanly rips it in half. You wail, your eyes welling with tears. He knows it's your favorite dress, which makes this more cruel and harsh. He licks his lips and parts the ruined material, freeing your beautiful body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, which is still flushed and soaked with arousal. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his hands along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material beneath his palms.

"You look so pretty," he gently coos, smirking a bit at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his scrutiny. His touch drifts up to your tits, tenderly cupping and squeezing them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts a bit harshly, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You squeak at this, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. With a little chuckle, Taehyung hovers above one of your tits, collecting his saliva and allowing the pearl to fall from his lips on your nipple. You gasp as he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a singular moment. Then he roughly bites your peaked bud, and you squeak again, your body jolting beneath him. He glances up at you, seeing your flushed cheeks and your pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin near it, occasionally soothing the irritated flesh with his tongue. He continues this until there's several blooming marks, the purple spots the petals, your pink nub the center. Your lips tremble as he admires his artwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

“You know your safe word,” Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, which makes you jump, and he latches on your second nipple, flicking his tongue around the rosy pearl. Then he repeats his merciless treatment from before, brutally suckling on it and nibbling on it. You mewl at his harsh actions, tugging your binded wrists, as if to touch him. You squirm beneath him, and he pins you to the bed to keep you still.

After painting your second breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his beautiful handiwork. Shit, you look absolutely gorgeous now that both of your tits are marked with purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, roughly handling both mounds of flesh in his hands before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, arching your back and shoving your chest in his direction. He hears the headboard creak, and he glances up, spotting how you're pulling the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. He softly hushes you, gently kissing you, his actions soft now. You need comfort. You whimper against his mouth, wriggling under him again just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs, drifting his kisses down your jaw to your neck, then further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your flushed, soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt, and you screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me," you plead, a tear rolling down your cheek. "P-Please! It hurts so bad!"

"What hurts?" Taehyung drifts a hand over your sensitive cunt, smirking a bit at how you sob at his gentle touch. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and you squeak, bucking your hips. His cocky smirk grows. Then he spanks your pussy again, making you yelp from the sudden pain. You're fully crying now, teardrops streaming nonstop. "What hurts? Answer me."

Your red cheeks flush deeper to crimson. Taehyung knows you absolutely despise voicing what you want, which is exactly why he makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. F-Fuck me, please. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes flickering back down to your cunt. He tilts his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of your juices leaks and slowly drips down to your asshole, and he licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, to make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't reward a naughty girl now, can he?

"Are you sure, babygirl?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve my cock. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and writhe beneath him again, yanking at your restraint again. He gazes down at you, half-expecting you to tap out, to use your safe word and make this torture stop. But you don't. Although your lips tremble, you don't say the one word that will make him stop all of his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plead in your shining eyes.

You buck your hips again. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung shuffles off the bed and shucks off his sweats and boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach. His tip is angry and leaking precum already. He spits in his hand and uses it to lube up his length as he crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at his tip. Your eyes greedily drink in his shaft as he lets a pearl of spit land on your pussy. You shiver, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," you croak, whining and throwing your head back when he glides his tip along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

He simply hums in reply, aligning with your entrance. He places a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still as he slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your warm, tight, wet cunt greedily welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks in his cock, eating him up for all her is. A hiss leaves him once he's sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon binding your wrists.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, your tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering lips with his own. A little moan leaves you at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks again, meaning your tugging at your restraints again, and he growls, suddenly biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark and dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, he starts a sharp, swift pace, his hips harshly clapping against your ass, keeping your legs parted with his large hands. The bed shakes from his powerful thrusts.

"O-Oh, fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits violently bouncing. "D-Daddy, oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, completely focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment like the good girl you are, yeah?"

Wailing, you bury your face in your inner arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're rather close to your high, if your high-pitched and loud noises aren't enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth together, Taehyung keeps rutting into you until you're just about to cum, ripping his cock from within you. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet and sobbing.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, trembling like a leaf beneath him.

Taehyung smirks and spanks your clit, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl, breaking one of your rules. I don't know if you deserve to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy?"

He clicks his tongue at your poor excuse of a beg. "You know you can do better than that, babygirl."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on your restraints again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise, Daddy! I-I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask! Just please let me cum, Daddy!"

Humming again, he smacks his cock against your clit a few times, making you jump, then he brutally shoves himself back inside you, resuming his merciless tempo. You screech at his sudden movements, arching your back. You sob like a baby as he snaps his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your squelching pussy. You whimper and tug at the ribbon once more. He glances up to check your bondage, only to see the redness around your wrists. Sighing softly, he reaches up and frees you, and your arms immediately fly around his shoulders. You cling to him and dig your nails into his skin as he rails you, abusing your poor little cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming!" you mewl, warning him of your close end. Taehyung hisses as you drag your nails down his back, leaving behind inflamed trails of red. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, his hips pistoning in and out of you more precisely. His thighs sting slightly from the impact against your ass, but he doesn't care. He feels too good right now. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You cum instantly, and you scream, arching your back and squirming beneath him while your pussy sporadically spasms around him. Taehyung shakily groans, his pace growing a bit sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his cock deep inside you and emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly mewl in satisfaction, happily wiggling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of your, slowly grinding his hips to ride you both through your highs. His breath slowly regains composure, his body hot and cold at the same time. He softly sighs and closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow. Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he quietly asks you.

You shake your head and smile a bit. "No, but I kinda hurt."

Frowning a bit, he sits up and carefully withdraws his cock from within your tight cunt, and your mixed fluids soon follow, leaking from your entrance and dripping down to your asshole. Tenderly, he picks you up and carries you to your bathroom, setting you on counter to prepare your bath. He leans down and fills the tub with warm water, even adding some bubble bath and your favorite bath toys. After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he lowers you into the water, undoing your braids.

"Relax, princess. Let Daddy clean you up, okay?" Taehyung softly tells you, wetting your hair before massaging in your shampoo, being sure to get every inch of your damp locks. You hum in reply, playing with your toys while he cleans you. Your hair is soon clean, and he moves on to your body, carefully wiping your thighs and your center when he gets to it. He presses a kiss to your cheek, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare after treating you so harshly. You are his little, after all, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear disguised as a horrifying beast. Once you're squeaky clean, he lifts you out of the tub and pats you dry. He carries you back to your room to dress you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting to make sure you're nice and warm.

"Let's watch Barbie movies now, okay?" he suggests, placing you back on your bed once he's done changing the sheets. He gives you your favorite stuffy, and you beam and nod. "Alright, I'll grab some of your favorite snacks and your sippy, 'kay?"

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime, grinning at him.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves the room and enters the kitchen, grabbing some strawberries and a banana and chopping them up. He places them in a double container, also adding some goldfish in the other one. Then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, being sure not to add too much. He returns to you with these in hand, and you squeal in delight, clapping your hands.

"Thank you, Daddy!"

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying down beside you with the remote in hand. He puts on your favorite Barbie movie, holding you close while you cuddle into him and munch on your goldfish.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you, princess."

You smile while crunching on your goldfish. "I love you, Daddy."

© babiekaykes 2021

little and the beast

member: kim taehyung

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

rating: 21+

note(s): i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this one is more enjoyable. :)

You're his beloved girlfriend, and Taehyung loves both sides of you: big and small. But one day, he comes home to find you breaking one of your rules. Now Taehyung has no choice but to punish you for disobeying him.

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.

You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.

Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.

While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.

The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.

Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.

With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.

Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.

One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.

You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."

Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.

"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.

"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.

After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"

"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."

You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.

You lift your hips. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"

Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.

He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy!"

He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll dop anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"

He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.

Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.

Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."

He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.

After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.

"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"

"Okay."

He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.

"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you, Daddy."

© babiekaykes 2022

[6:50 a.m.] kim fucking taehyung stood in a black turtleneck tucked into black slack-like pants and a faux fur coat draped across the span of his broad shoulders. his stylist adjusted his bangs over his face as the magazine editor spotted you. “ah there you are, y/n, right on time. we’ll have someone help you set up, and we should be running in five minutes!” nodding, you started setting up your equipment and pulled out your camera. by the time you shot the photos, the time had gone from 6:50 to almost 9:30. you had help from the editor and the magazine’s staff. you did your best to shoot these pictures, if you were honest with yourself but how could you when taehyung looked so good? you tried not to stare at him too long, although his mere presence a couple feet away from you shook you to the core. once th shoot was over and you started to pack up, you felt your phone buzz. a text from an unknown number said: you wanna grab some breakfast? there’s this really nice place that makes a really good waffle nearby. when you texted back a tentative who’s this, your heart was beating out of your chest because almost immediately the unknown number replied taehyung. i got your number from the staff lol don’t freak out. well, you know what they say; when your all-time celebrity crush turned (kinda) colleague offers to grab breakfast with you, you don’t refuse.