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I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

© thekaykery 2023

Forbidden love pt1

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au 

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 1.1k (1169)

P.S. I know, it seems sloppy, I could totally write better than that, if English was my first language, but hope you like it.

“And what if I don’t want to get married with him? I haven’t even turned 18 yet and you’re planning my marriage?” I asked my parents who out of the blue decided to have a ‘serious talk’ with me.

My birthday is in two weeks and they suddenly remembered that they have planned my wedding and that I’m getting married in a month. This is absolutely disgusting.

“Exactly, you’re not 18, so you have to follow our orders whether you like it or not.” I hate her way of thinking. “Your father and I decided that this is exactly what you need at this point in your life and we found a boy, great family status, your age, who is just perfect. I’m sure you’ll get along and even if you don’t, since you’re going to get married, you’ll have to get used to him. You are going to be a woman soon. Women don’t work. You are young, I’m sure you can have children if you try, so there’s no point in arguing when you know I have a point!”

“But mom, what about my soulmate? My mark is going to appear as soon as I turn 18. How am I supposed to get married, if I have someone else’s name on my wrist?”

“First, you know, both of us don’t believe in those things. We’re ‘soulmates’ but we don’t have marks. Second, what if that man is your soulmate? But I still insist, those things do not exist. You can write anyone’s name on your wrist and pretend it’s a soulmate mark or whatever.” My father’s voice was loud and serious.

Well, my parents don’t have soulmate marks and strongly believe the whole soulmate thing is…. Bullshit. But I do believe in these stuff. I have seen older friends of mine have marks. 90% of the population has marks and just because my parents refuse to believe they belong to that 10% I’m supposed to follow their stupid orders.  

“It’s not-”

“Enough. You’re getting married to him in a month.” My father cut me off and left the room, pulling my mom by the arm with him.

I need Taehyung.

I left my house, quickly and visited my childhood friend Tae, who lives next door.

Taehyung is an orphan. Actually, his parents abandoned him at the age of 10. He had learned how to live alone, avoided the orphanage at all costs, so we just made sure he always had something to eat and visited him once a day around noon. That was all until the age of 12. Taehyung and I, then, got closer, when he beat up a guy that tried to rob me, so after that he was usually over at my house. He slowly became my best friend. He supported me and I supported him. He helped me solve my problems and I did the same. But right now, I knew he couldn’t do anything other than comfort me.

I spent the whole afternoon in his warm embrace. I felt his warm breath on my neck. His aura was calming me. We didn’t speak at all. Just stayed there. Enjoying each other’s company. I’m lucky Tae is part of my life.

A week passed slowly. I knew I had to live my life to the fullest, before I lost my freedom forever but I just couldn’t find interest in anything anymore. The weird thing was that I hadn’t heard from Tae at all. He suddenly disappeared from my life. Only a week before my birthday. I was worried. He had turned 18 a while ago. His mark had started to appear on his wrist but it wasn’t clear enough yet and for a strange reason he was covering it.

The days passed. My marriage with the unknown man took place. I think his name was Choi Kwangsoo. My parents and his were happy. He also seemed pleased, but I was disgusted. I was rude towards him, his family, my family, everyone. Tae didn’t come to my wedding and to say I was hurt was an understatement. I had no one at this point. I was living through this hell alone.

I had visited Tae’s house so many times. He was never there. I hadn’t heard from him since that day. Our last words to each other were ‘see you tomorrow’, but that day never came.

It wasn’t until six months that had passed after my wedding, when I received a letter, it was from Taehyung.

Dear (y/n),

I’m sorry for leaving you so suddenly, with no explanation, I still can’t explain the reason why though. (…) I hope you forgive me. I hope you’re happy with the man you are married to. I don’t want you to worry about me. Just forget I existed. Just like my parents. Just like everyone else.

Taehyung.

It was the worst day of my life. I kept reading and rereading the letter because I couldn’t believe it. After that I had no feelings. No happiness. No sadness. I just lived. My emotions were drained from me. It felt like I had lost my will to live. Nothing seemed exciting anymore. And that letter from Taehyung was practically nothing. I only knew he was alive. But as he wrote, no explanation. It was the only thing that could bring me slight happiness. That he was alive. He was breathing. But…

The paper was suddenly snatched from my hand by my husband. He quickly read it, despite my attempts to take it back.

“Who the fuck is this, you whore? Taehyung? What the hell? Are you cheating on me? You? A fucking slut, cheating on, ME? I could have any bitch I wanted .and you think you can cheat on me?” He was furious for no reason, but I knew I had every right to be upset with him.

“I-”

“Shut the fuck up!” he cut me off.

He let the paper fall from his hand and took big steps towards me. He tried to grab me but I kicked him as hard as I could

“Fuck you.” I screamed and rushed past him running outside.

I left the house as soon as possible, running to the forest to hide from him.

I ran for what felt like an eternity, before I stopped to catch my breath. When I looked up, the scene I was met with made me freeze.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. A man, with things like thorns coming out of his back, growing like tree branches, high above him. I couldn’t move. My breath hitched in my throat and all I could do was stare at the creature in front of me.

The man turned to look at me and I suddenly felt like I looked straight at medusa. Like a rock, I stood there, my eyes met his red ones that were glowing in the dark. He suddenly disappeared and I finally came out of the trance I was in.

What is this creature?

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Part 2

Forbidden love pt2

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 810

You could listen to this while reading. (I’ll tell you when to begin) i just wanted to make it more dramatic hehe 

Pt1 here

After the shock I experienced when I locked eyes with the mysterious creature, I was reminded of my current state. Helpless, alone, in a forest, at night. What could I possibly do to, at least, survive the night? I climbed up a tree, using every rock and fallen branch I could find, to step on. I got on a big enough branch and sat. Well, this is all I can do. I tried to get some sleep, but the constant sounds around me kept me alarmed. 

  Unlucky me, didn’t know, that my husband had followed me, until he saw the creature and me lock eyes. That was when he left, realizing he could use all this against me. He, the same night, visited the castle, and to inform the king. Kwangsoo was a lucky bastard, because his childhood friend, Daejung, inherited the throne of his ill father, just a month after our wedding. So he practically didn’t have to do anything but to exaggerate, while explaining to him what happened.

And my luck was still absent, because it wasn’t even an hour after the sun had risen, when I heard voices from under the branch I was sitting. I was in a state of being half asleep, when I realized that the voices were threatening me.

“Get down from the tree, before we come up there.” Kwangsoo’s voice filled my ears. My eyes widened at the picture in front of me. Kwangsoo and five… soldiers? They were armed men in armors, so they were probably part of the king’s army. And at that moment I realized I was doomed.

The men started kicking on the tree to make it move. I had no choice but to get down. The men gathered around me, two of them grabbed each of my arms and the others walked around us, in case I tried to escape.

I was taken to the castle. My hands are tied. Literally. I was put down, sitting on my knees, in front of the king’s throne. Soldiers and maids all around me, Kwangsoo smirking in a corner.

Daejung had a look of disgust written across his face. He ‘tsk’ed out loud, shaking his head from right to left.

“Bring her to the guillotine.” He simply ordered. What?

The men grabbed me again and escorted me out quickly. I was placed in front of the guillotine, in the middle of the village’s central square. The king’s voice was loud behind me.

“Her decapitation will take place on sunset.” He simply stated and walked away with his men. Kwangsoo stayed behind. He placed his hand on my cheek, still smirking.

“And you thought you could run away, you cheating bitch.” He slapped me and walked away chuckling.

(You can begin listening to the song)

As the sun started setting, a lot of people started gathering around me. They were gossiping, everyone on my husband’s side. I never got the chance to even explain myself to anyone.

An ear ripping screech was heard from behind the crowd that had formed. My mother.

She pushed from between the people. As soon as her eyes met mine, she stopped. She took steps back. As people started questioning her about me, she turned to me with a cold glare and the words I heard, hit me harder than anything could.

“I don’t recognize this person. I never had a child. That girl is not my daughter.” She exclaimed and people apologized and let her go. She too steps back, but stayed to watch my decapitation unfold.

The king arrived, along with my husband and a few of his soldiers.

“You have one minute left.” A soldier said.

Revenge.

“Hi mom! Yeah you! Stop pretending you can’t hear m-” I was cut off mid-sentence by a hand covering my mouth.

“Did I say you could speak?” I glared at the soldier and licked his hand and he pulled it away, cringing.

“It’s time.” The king spoke up and moved closer.

“Kwangsoo, will you have the honor?” He pointed at the guillotine and my husband hesitated, before taking a step to the front.

“With pleasure.” He replied and held the rope.

“Let’s all count down, shall we?” The king turned to the crowd.

“3”

I took a breath in. Memories of Taehyung and I filled my thoughts. The first time I met him, the afternoons he spent over at my house, getting along with my family, his 18th birthday.

“2”

Why did he leave me?

“1”

And right before Kwangsoo let the rope go from his hands, a scream was heard from a person from the crowd.

“The demon!” the woman screamed, before fainting.

I turned my head to my left, where she was pointing.

I was faced with something I wasn’t expecting.

A creature with huge wings staring right at the king with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened.

Taehyung.

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Pt3