A/N: Hello everyone! I’m Dezzy. I am not copying someone else’s post with this. I posted this on my other blog but took it down and am now posting it on this one. I hope you enjoy.
Gangster! Reader x Bartender! Taehyung
Warnings: Switch Reader, Switch Taehyung, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), riding, dirty talk, bondage, overstimulation
Summary: Power is the most important thing in the world. Are you willing to give up a little bit of your power to have fun?
Most people crave power. People to follow their lead, do as they say, and have control over everything in their lives. At least, that’s what having power should mean. “What the hell do you mean you couldn’t pick up the goods?” You ask, glaring at the shaking men before you. “I-I’m sorry ma'am. We showed the papers and Min said it was wrong. They’re asking for more money.” Lau stutters, shifting nervously on his feet. “More money?” You chuckle, not entirely surprised but dumbfounded Min Yoongi would try to rip you off. Didn’t he learn the last time? “How much more?” “Um, he gave us a note ma'am.” Lau says, avoiding eye contact as he hands you a piece of paper. You lean back in your plush chair as you unfold the note.
Money’s a bit tight. 30k or no deal.
“Thirty Thousand? Is he fucking serious?” You shout, slamming the letter on your desk, the men crowding your office jumping in fright. You stand, holding your hands behind your back. “He must’ve found out how big this hit is.” You sigh, looking down at the ocean. Your house was built on a cliff, the ocean just off the edge and your own private beach below. You were a billionaire, it was all dirty money though. Your father had run a pretty successful group, and when he was killed, you took over, against your mother’s wishes. You were the only child, and she didn’t want you to end up like your father, but you did it anyway. It took a while for you to earn the trust of everyone in the group, and since you took over, you’ve expanded, making it even more successful. Everyone looked up to you, not making decisions without consulting you first, trusting you with their lives.
“Bring the car around. I’ll go talk to to Min myself. Koh, Pang, come with me.” You order. Koh Minyong and Pang Jihyung have been around since your father. They were his right hand men, his most trusted followers. You grew up with them, and they were like your uncles. They nodded, and you grabbed your coat before heading out. As you take your seat in the back of the car your phone rings. You roll your eyes, finding talking on the phone tedious. Texting is easier, but most of your clients prefer calling. “Hello?” You answer, putting on your kind work voice. “Miss Y/L/N. I was just calling to see how things are going. Is everything still on schedule?” Kim Namjoon, your latest client asks. Your group had a lot of different businesses. Drugs, gambling, about anything you can think of. In your group, you also had a band of hitmen. You never got your own hands dirty, so you had people for everything and you just stuck to dealing with the clients.
“Yes, hello Mr. Kim. Everything is pretty much on schedule, just a minor setback with our arms dealer. Nothing to worry about though, I’m on my way to take care of things myself. We’re still set for tonight.” You respond. “Miss Y/L/N, I trust you to resolve this immediately.” He says coldly. “I have it handled, Mr. Kim. No need to worry.” You assure him. “Alright. I trust you. See you later, Miss Y/L/N.” He hangs up. A sigh leaves your lips as you put your phone away. That’s right. Tonight, during the hit, Namjoon had insisted you be with him. He was a successful club owner, he owned most of the clubs in the city. However, he got into a bit of trouble with a loneshark, one that happened to cross paths with you a while back, and you weren’t on good terms. You were more than happy to assure Namjoon that Mr. Chow would be taken care of.
The hit was tonight around midnight, and Chow was always surrounded by his trusty gang of guards. It was a tough job, but it was nothing your guys couldn’t handle. You just needed the tools to get the job done. That’s where Min Yoongi came in. You’ve known him for years, and sadly, he was one of your closest associates. You’ve done a lot of business with him, and he’s your #1 arms dealer. However, he’s greedy, and changes things last minute sometimes due to his extravagant spending. This isn’t the first time he’s switched on you, but you figured after last time he would’ve learned not to do that, and remembered every time he saw the scar in the mirror.
The car pulls up to the warehouse, and Koh opens the door for you, holding your hand as you step out. The two men take place by your side as you strut towards the warehouse, your heels clicking on the pavement. The doors open for you, they must have been expecting you. You nod to the men, deciding to be cordial for now. No one bothers leading you to the office upstairs, you being here so much you know the way. Your knuckles tap on the door, a deep voice inviting you in. You open the door, the familiar face smirking up at you. “Y/N. What a pleasure to have your fine ass in my office again.” Yoongi says, standing up. You smile at him, swaying your hips as you walk to take a seat, completely avoiding his open arms. “Hm, a little frigid today, huh?” He chuckles, sitting back down in his chair. “I got your letter, Yoongi.” You say, leaning forward to play with the Newton’s cradle that’s on his desk. “I figured you would. So, what do you say?” He smirks. You look up at him, your dark gaze making him shift slightly in his seat.
You lean forward, his gaze fixed on your cleavage until you touch his cheek, your finger tracing over the scar. “Yoongs, didn’t you learn last time?” You pout. He smirks, looking you in the eyes. “I dunno, what are you gonna do? Punish me, Mommy?” He chuckles. You tilt your head with a smirk before pulling your hand back, your hand stinging as it connects with his cheek. He grunts, and as he rubs his cheek you circle his desk, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall behind him. “How many times do we have to do this, Yoongs?” You ask as he gasps for air. “You know I don’t really like to do this, but you’re messing with my business, man.” You sigh. His face turns purple as he claws at your arms, and you smirk. “Now, are you ready to make a new deal?” A gurgle echoes from his throat, his head moving softly, and you let go of him. He doubles over, catching his breath as you sit down. His wobbly legs move so he can sit down in his own chair, shaking his head. “Do you have a choking kink or something?” He chuckles when he’s calmed down. “That’s like the third time you’ve choked me. I think I’m starting to like it now.”
“Can we just get to the deal now?” You roll your eyes. “Fine, fine. Twenty nine thousand.” He sighs. “Bullshit. Fifteen. That was our deal.” You spit. He sighs, rolling his eyes. “I told you, I’m not gonna do that. If you want it to be fifteen, make it worth my while.” He smirks. Worth his while? “What the hell do you mean?” He looks you up and down for a moment, smiling when he finally has an idea. “Sixteen, and a kiss.” A kiss? Is he fucking joking? All you can do is laugh, his eyebrow cocking at you. “A kiss? Are you insane?” You scoff. “Only two deals I’m taking. Sixteen and a kiss or thirty. Which one?” He asks, shrugging. You can’t believe how childish he’s being right now. There are a few options. One, you threaten him again to hopefully just give you the original deal. That’s not going to work. Two, you pay him the 30k and loose a bunch of money. Or three, you give him 16k and a quick kiss and go on with your life. You decide, not speaking as you round his desk again. You grab his shirt, pulling him to stand as your tightly shut lips land on his. After a second you drop him back into his seat, going to the backpack Pang always carries on him, taking your 16k out of it and tossing it on the desk. “Are we good now?” You ask, crossing your arms. Yoongi sits there, eyes blown open in shock. “That was a shit kiss.” He pouts, leaning back in his chair. “Trust me, you’re never gonna get the real thing.” You scoff, much to his dismay. “Maybe someday. You’re fine to go. It’s all downstairs in the dufflebags.” He mumbles, waving you off.
With all the goods tucked safely into the trunk you head back home, thankful to be out of there. You look at the time, and you’re about an hour behind schedule. Great. You’ll have to do only a quick briefing with your men before you all head out. You’re supposed to be at Namjoon’s club at 11 and the hit is at 12:30. It’s 8 now so you can go home and get ready and give your guys a quick rundown before you leave. You sigh, resting your head back against the seat. “You okay, Miss?” Koh asks. “Yeah, I’m always okay. You know me. Nothing gets to me.” You reply. “Just like your father would say.” Pang chuckles, and you smile. Everyone knew your dad as a hardass. No one pushed him around and he always got what he wanted. The only two people he let push him around were you and your mother. When he was with you both you were his whole world. He pushed everything else in his life away and took care of you both. You smile at the fond memories of sitting in his lap as you opened Christmas presents, your mother, Pang, and Koh standing to the side, watching with smiles on their faces as you got everything you wanted. “He was a good man.” You nod. “He was, and you’re a lot like him.” Pang smiles. You look at the men, smiling. “We’re proud of you, Y/N. We know your father would be too.” Koh pats your shoulder tenderly. This is the most emotion you’ve felt in a while. After your father passed, the two of them stepped up, filling that fatherly role and showing you everything they knew about how your father ran the business. You felt safe with them, and you were glad they were going to be with you at the club tonight.
You finally got home and immediately went up to your room to start getting ready while Koh and Pang bring the dufflebags to the weapons room. You take a warm shower, washing off the grossness you feel from kissing Yoongi. It’s not that he was gross, he was just your friend, and the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You take some time to clear your mind and focus on your job tonight. You had to focus on the hit and being Namjoon’s alibi in case anyone decides to poke their nose in his direction. All clean and refreshed, you stand in your walk in closet, deciding on what to wear. A little black number catches your eye, and you pull it off the hanger, modeling it in your mirror. This should be good. You hang it back up while you finish getting ready, doing your makeup and hair before getting dressed, a simple black silk bra and panty set under the sexy black dress. After sliding your heels on you take one last look in the mirror, content with your appearance, before heading down to the conference room.
All eyes are on you as you enter the office, Koh and Pang already standing up front, having gathered everyone for the briefing. “Hello everyone.” You say, a stoic expression on your face as you look around the room. A mumbled hello from everyone echoes off the white walls as Koh hands you a folder, filled with information for the hit. You flip through it, taking a quick glance at the clock hanging up on the wall. 10:17. “Alright, the target, Chow Seyoung. Due to recon analysis, he’ll be home at midnight, and his guards will be scattered throughout the house. The main objective is kill Chow, but you need to be silent. Luckily his house seems to be fairly secluded so that’s a plus, if a scream or two gets out, not a big deal.” Everyone nods, and you’re about to continue until Pang leans in to whisper in your ear. “Miss, we need to leave.” You nod in response, closing the notebook. “I trust you all to complete the job. You’ve all done the investigating, please talk to make sure you’re all on the same page beforehand. Communication is key. Good luck.” You say, and they all bid you goodbye before you head out, getting in the car once more.
As your car pulls up to the club you see the line of people waiting to get in, and you’re glad you won’t have to wait with them. The driver drops you off at the front, Koh and Pang walking with you, straight to the bouncer. Pang whispers in the bouncer’s ear, and he looks at his clipboard, nodding before letting the three of you in. “Welcome, Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Kim is waiting for you in the Gold Lounge. It’s on the second floor all the way at the end.” The man says, and you nod your thanks before following Koh, Pang right behind you as you weave through the crowd. You never been a huge fan of clubs, the music giving you a headache after a few hours, but you were definitely a fan of drinking. As you venture down the long hallway, the door at the very end opens up, being held open invitingly for you.
The room feels warm to you, decorated in gold with plush couches in the middle and a bar on the side. It’s not very big, most likely just a private booth to get away from the hundreds of people below. As you look around a tall man stands from the couch, smiling at you. “Miss Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Namjoon.” He bows. You do the same. “You as well, Mr. Kim.” You smile. Although you hated it, you were good at working with people, making them feel comfortable in your presence and confident in your work. “Please, call me Namjoon.” He says. “Sit, please.” You nod as you sit across from him. “There’s also a full bar for you to enjoy while here.” He points at the bar, and that’s when you notice the man behind the bar. “My best bartender, Taehyung, is here at your beck and call.” The man smirks at you, and you look him up and down while smiling back. He’s gorgeous to say the least, the closest thing you’ve seen to a perfect work of art. His blonde locks tickle his forehead, his dangling earring brushing against his cheek as he moves, rolling up the sleeves of his black button up. You can’t help but stare as he grabs a towel, his long fingers cleaning the inside of a glass.
You don’t realize how intently you’ve been staring until Namjoon clears his throat. “Miss Y/L/N?” He asks, finally catching your attention. “Yes.” You practically jump in your seat. You catch a glimpse of a smirk on the corner of Taehyung’s lips, and you decide to focus on your client. “Would you like a drink?” Namjoon asks. “Oh, not right now, thank you. I’d rather wait and celebrate.” You smile, and he nods. “That makes sense. I, however, need a drink.” He chuckles before requesting a scotch. You notice how his leg bounces, his eyes shifting as he nervously scans the room. “Namjoon, are you okay?” You ask softly. “Uh, yeah? Honestly, I don’t know. I just want this to be over with.” He sighs. “I can assure you it’ll be over with soon. You won’t have to deal with Chow ever again.” You try your best to comfort him with your words. “And you said we could work out a way for me to pay you? I’m sorry I don’t have the money up front.” You nod, remaining as calm as you can with Taehyung’s gaze on you. You can’t see it, but you can feel it, and it entices you. “Of course. We can do payments if you’d like.” Namjoon smiles with a bit of relief at your words. “That’s great. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” “Please, call me Y/N.” You smile.
About an hour of small talk passes until your phone rings. “Hello?” You answer. “Rochambeau.” A breathy voice says before hanging up, and you smile. “Namjoon, your problem is taken care of.” You say while standing, holding your hand out to him. He looks at you with wide eyes, in complete disbelief. “Are you serious?” He chokes, and you nod. “Oh, thank you, Y/N!” He jumps up, excitedly shaking your hand. “Now, I suggest you stop worrying and go watch over your club.” You chuckle. “Right. Of course. Gotta make an appearance. Please, stay as long as you want. Drinks are on the house. Thank you so much for this, Y/N.” He bows again before exiting. You turn to Koh and Pang, who have been quietly standing to the side. “Well, job’s done. You guys can go home.” You smile at them. “Are you sure you don’t want us to wait until you leave? We’re fine with staying.” Pang asks, and Koh nods in agreement. “I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna have a few drinks and call a car. I’m a big girl, I can handle this.” You laugh. They exchange a worried glance between each other, sighing when they realize they can’t talk you into letting them hang around. “Alright, just be careful, okay?” Koh asks, patting your back. “I will. Say hi to the families for me.” You wave to them as they leave, and you sigh in relief. It would’ve been awkward for them to hang around.
“So, beautiful but deadly? Quite the combo there, sweetheart.” You hear a chuckle from behind you. Fuck, his voice is just as beautiful as the rest of him. You turn around to face him, he’s still behind the bar, his soft lips turned up at the corner. You smile and shrug. “What can I say? I’m a nightmare.” You chuckle, as you sit on a barstool. “Or just a crazy dream.” He smiles, leaning against the counter. “So, you want a drink?” You look at the bottles displayed before you, and the man before you. When’s the last time you were alone with a guy? A year? Longer? You can’t remember. “Just some scotch.” You decide. “You got it.” He smiles before starting your drink.
You watch as he works, the way he moves has you wondering other ways he could move. “Here you go.” He says, placing your drink down in front of you. You gladly accept, taking a sip, unaware of his eyes watching you. You lean back, thinking for a moment. “You don’t have anything else to do, right? You’re not waiting for me to leave?” You chuckle. “Actually yes, you’re cutting into my date night with my bed.” He laughs. “Mr. Kim has me only working for you tonight, so you’re good.” He assures you, and you wonder how long you can make this last. “So you don’t have any plans with friends or a girlfriend or anything?” You ask. It might be forward, but that’s who you are. You’re bold, and you take risks. He laughs, smirking at you. “No. No girlfriend, and my friends know I’m working tonight so.” No girlfriend? Seriously?
“Those guys you were with.” He says after a few minutes. “They seemed closer than just body guards.” “Oh, yeah. They’re like family.” You nod, keeping your answer simple. Although you’re practically forced to be a people person, you still stay quite reserved, not giving away much personal information. “Not very talkative, are you?” He smiles, crossing his arms. “Not about myself, no. Protecting my business and all that stuff.” You reply, copying his posture. “That’s right. You must be pretty powerful then. I won’t ask about that then. Why not something else?” He asks, noticing your empty glass and pouring you another. “Like what?” You ask, taking a sip as you cock your eyebrow. “Well, you asked about my friends and lack of lovelife, so, what about you? Do you just not take your friends with you on business trips or do they not like the club scene?” You give a small smile. “I’m not really one for friends. My social life is practically non existent. My job is my life. I don’t really have much time for anything else.” You sigh, and he tilts his head. “Not even-” he cuts himself off with a laugh. “Nope, can’t say that. You’re my customer right now so questions like that aren’t allowed.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, curious about what he wanted to ask. “Since I’m your customer? You said when I’m done, you’re off, right?” You ask, and he nods. In a second you throw back the rest of your drink before placing the glass on the counter with a smirk. “Mr. Bartender, I think I’ve had enough to drink.” You smile at him. “Well then, after I clean your glass I guess that means I’m off.” He smiles, grabbing your glass to clean it. It takes him a minute to clean up before he rounds the bar, and finally, there’s no counter separating you. For some reason, he seems taller now that he’s standing in front of you, and you finally get to appreciate the way his tight black jeans hug his thighs just right, the tears in the fabric revealing bits of his skin. “So, since you’re off, does that mean we can’t use this room anymore?” You ask. “Well, I’m off, but the club is still open, so you’re still free to use the room as long as you like, with whoever you like.” He answers. “Well, would you like to stay with me and maybe ask that question you had for me?” He smiles, nodding.
You move to the couch, sitting next to each other. The warmth radiating off of him, the lack of space between you, you felt comfortable and a bit nervous all at the same time. He sits with his legs spread a bit, and you turn to face him, your arm resting on the back of the couch. “So, pardon me being so forward-” “Oh no, please, be as forward as you want.” You cut him off, smiling. He raises his eyebrows for a second, nodding. “Alright, so, you said you don’t have time for anything besides work, does that mean you don’t even, you know.” He looks at you, hoping he got his point across. The way he looks at you, curiosity glinting in his eyes, has you feeling a bit playful. “I don’t even what? Come on, use your words.” You coo. He tenses a bit, clearing his throat. Now that he’s not behind the bar, he seems vulnerable, a bit timid, and you find it incredibly endearing. “You don’t, like, get off? Don’t you know, get pleasure?” He asks nervously. “Not much, no. I get the very rare night alone, but I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” You answer, and he finds your straight forward answer shocking him.
“A year? How long has it been since you’ve had a night to yourself?” He asks, intrigued. You look at the ceiling, thinking about when the last time was. As you think he watches intently as you bite your lip gently, your manicured fingers twirling in your soft locks, wondering what it’d feel like to have your hair in his fist. “Three months.” You interrupt his thoughts, completely shocking him. “Three months? Are you kidding me?” He gasps. You give a sad smile, shaking your head. “So, you haven’t been with anyone in a year, and you haven’t gotten any relief in three months. I think I’d die. I can’t go more than three days without release.” He chuckles. The image of him appears in your head, of him, laying in a bed you imagine to be his, his long fingers wrapped his leaking cock, the thought practically makes you drool. “So, if you have the time alone tonight, why don’t, you know, get some help? You don’t have anything else to do tonight, do you?” He asks. “Well, as a matter of fact, I don’t have anything work related to do, but I do have something else in mind I’d like to do.” You say, biting your lips. You lean in a bit closer to him, and he does the same, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers glide across your bare things, your fingers gently brushing through his hair. “Something, or someone?” He whispers, his voice deeper than before.
You answer by pulling him closer to you, your lips clashing in a heated, needy kiss, him kissing back with the vigor of a starved man. His lips mold perfectly to yours, and when you nip at his lip, a deep growl rumbles through his throat, causing the ache between your legs to grow. You tug on his hair, the sweetest moan escaping his lips, completely opposite from the growl he just let out, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, licking against his. His hand grips your hip, and you move to straddle his lap, your short dress riding up. His body against yours feels like heaven, but it’d feel better without the clothes between you. His large hands explore your body, one rubbing your back as the other runs up your thigh, reaching back to lift your dress up a little more so he can grip the tender flesh of your ass. He pulls you too him, making you grind against him, the tent in his jeans pressing against you deliciously. You trail your kisses from his lips down to his jaw, and he tilts his head invitingly as you make your way down his neck, soft moans spilling from his lips as he kneads your ass. “Y-Y/N?” He softly moans, and you hum against his skin. “Can we please get out of here?” He asks, and you pull back to look at him. “My place?” You smirk. “My car’s outside. Let’s go.” He smiles, and you both stand eagerly. He grabs you by the hand, leading you through the club and all the way out to his car.
The car ride is taken up by you telling him how to get to your house while your fingers glide across his lap. When you finally reach your house, you both hop out of the car, practically running as you pull him up to your room, relieved that all of your employees have gone home. Once you’re safe in the confines of your room, a dangerous smirk tugs at your lips. You remember the way his sweet moans sounded earlier, and you desperately wanted to hear those again. He doesn’t take long to close the gap between the two of you, resting his hands on your hips as he walks you backwards towards your bed. You fall backwards onto the plush mattress as he towers over you, his fingers sliding under the hem of your dress. You tsk, grabbing his hands and pushing them away, a confused look on his face. “You first, baby. Strip for me.” You command. His eyes widen, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he bites them. He nods, standing back, you sitting up to watch as he unbuttons his shirt antagonizingly slow, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. He finally reaches the last button you sigh in relief as the shirt drops to the floor. His honeyed skin looks incredibly soft, and you can’t wait until you can get your hands on him.
You were impatient, and as his skin fingers fiddled with his belt buckle, you couldn’t take it anymore. You stand, his movements halting as you touch him, his skin hot under your fingertips. You reach up to kiss him, turning slowly as you do. You turn until his back faces your bed before you pull away, pushing him onto the mattress. He gasps as you undo his pants yourself, pulling them down as he helps you by kicking them off. He lays there on your bed, in only his underwear, the outline of his cock pressing against his tight boxer briefs had you moaning softly just at the sight. He looks at you, his eyes hooded as he shifts under your gaze. Your fingers trace up his thighs as you move closer, and he sits up his hands cupping your cheeks. Your lips brush against his only slightly, your noses bumping as you relish the closeness. “Sit up against the headboard and wait for me. Listen to everything I tell you to do, and if you’re a good boy for me, I’ll reward you. Understand?” You whisper, a soft moan leaving his mouth. He nods, letting go of you to do as you say, and you go into your closet, grabbing your special box.
You bring it back out, Taehyung’s breath hitching as you open it, revealing all of your toys and goodies. He crawls over, looking at everything in there, causing you to tsk. “Didn’t I tell you to sit against the headboard?” You ask, his eyes widening. He quickly squirms back, his back pressed against the headboard, but it was too late. “Already disobeying me, such a shame.” You shake your head, picking out the rope from the box. You climb onto the bed, adjusting so you’re straddling him, hovering over his crotch. He reaches out to touch you, but you grab his wrists, tying them to the bed posts. He struggles against them, but from the way his hips buck, chasing after the warmth of your core, you know he doesn’t mind them. “Are you gonna listen to me from now on?” You ask, tilting your head. He nods frantically, whimpering as you finally relax against him, grinding against him slowly, his moans and whines sounding like heaven to you. You shift backwards, your hand cupping his bulge, rubbing it gently as you reach back into the box, grabbing a bottle of lube. You pull his underwear down a bit, just enough to allow his leaking cock to bounce against his stomach. He was bigger than you expected, and you can’t wait for him to stretch you out, just the thought has you rubbing your thighs together.
You squeeze some of the lube into your hand, rubbing your hands together as Taheyung watches intently, eager to maybe finally get release. The first grip of your hand around his cock has him moaning, his thighs twitching slightly as you start to pump him slowly. Your thumb grazes over his slit, making him gasp as he once again struggles against the ropes. “Y-Y/N.” He moans, bucking into your hand. “What is it baby?” You ask, touching him lightly. “More. Please, more.” He begs, his voice higher than before. “More what? Is your words, baby boy.” You coo, stroking him teasingly slow. “F-Faster, please.” He whimpers, thrusting into your hand. You nod, picking up your pace until he’s a moaning, writhing mess for you, his sounds and the wet sound of your hand working over him echoing off your bedroom walls. You felt in control, powerful even. You were making him squirm beneath you, and you absolutely loved it. “Ah, Y/N, I’m…” He moans, his cock twitching in your hand. “You’re gonna cum for me baby? Go ahead.” You coo, adding your other hand. One hand pumps his shaft as the other focuses on the head, and his head falls back as he fucks himself into your hands. It doesn’t take much more for him to come undone, his hot, sticky cum spurting over your hands and his stomach. As he cums, you keep pumping, not slowing down at all. “Y-Y/N, I think i-it’s done you c-can s-stop now.” He stutters, shying away, but you don’t let up. “Didn’t I say that you’d get punished for not listening to me?” You smirk as he whines. “Y/N, ah, p-please, n-no…” He squirms. His face contorts, a mixture of slight pain and pleasure. You decide to show a bit of mercy for once, since the ache in between your legs is becoming too much for you to bear. You let off of him, a sigh of relief escaping him. As much as you’d love to hear him whine for you more, you needed to be filled, and fast.
Before you untie him, you decide to have one more bit of fun, bending down and licking up all the cum from his cock and stomach, his body shuddering at the sensation of your tongue on him. You finally untie him, and as soon as you do, you realize it might’ve been a mistake. As soon as he’s freed he grips your waist, flipping the two of your over so his hips are nuzzled between your legs, his body pressing down onto you. “Your turn, baby.” He smirks deviously, and you know you’re fucked. He slides your dress off, his lips gliding across the exposed flesh. His hands explore your body, gripping anything he can, and you let him, enjoying the feeling of his large hands running over you. You reach to grab his hair, but he stops you, pinning your arms above your head while grinding against you. “No touching, baby. You wanna be a good girl for me, right?” He smirks. You couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on you were. All of your previous partners have either been strictly sub or dom. You’ve never been with another switch before, and it excited you.
You gulp, nodding as he smiles. “Good girl.” He whispers, his hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra, tossing it to the side before grabbing at your breasts. You moaned at the contact, arching into him as he kneaded the soft flesh. As he did, his head dipped down, his mouth leaving kisses on your neck, once in a while his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You couldn’t tell which Taehyung you liked better, the cute, whiny mess under you or the man overpowering you at the moment. He moves lower, his mouth making it’s way to your chest. He kisses over your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple before his teeth graze over the sensitive bud, his fingers toying with the other one. It’s been so long, just his simple ministrations has your breath hitching, the heat already building in the pit of your stomach. “T-Taehyung, please.” You moan, your hips moving against him. “Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you want.” He smirks against you. Asshole. “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. Please Taehyung.” You beg. He growls against you, rutting his hips into yours. “You’re lucky I’m hard again already, or I would’ve teased you for hours. But I need to be inside of you know, so maybe I can do that next time.” He says with a wink. Next time. The thought of a next time with him had you excited, wondering how it’ll turn out.
You start to hook your thumbs into your panties, but he stops you, pushing your hands away. “No. They’re staying on. I love seeing how messy panties get after a good fucking.” He says, his words sending a chill up your spine. You nod shyly, keeping your hands away as he gets off the bed, taking his own underwear off before climbing back on top of you. His fingers trace over your soaked panties, and you whimper at the contact, the first touch from another person in a year. “So wet for me, baby girl. I bet I’ll slide right in.” He cooes, one of his hands pushing your panties to the side as the other pumps his cock. He gets closer, his tip brushing against your slit, and you whine, wanting g desperately for him to just fill you up already. You get your wish as he quickly pushes into you, a loud moan rumbling through your throat as he roughly thrusts, his top heading your cervix. He’s a lot longer than you thought, and thicker, stretching you out deliciously. “Fuck fuck fuck, so fucking tight.” He groans, his head dropping into your neck. He stays like that, but you desperately need him to move.
“Tae…” You moan, clenching around him, and he grunts. “Fuck, that’s it. Not like this.” He says, pulling out of you, and you whine, wondering what’s going on. Does he not like it anymore? “On your hands and knees, right now.” He growls, staring at you hungrily. You gasp a bit, doing what he says. You arch your back, your ass on full display for him. He groans, the bed shifting behind you before a harsh smack lands on your ass. Then, before you can even finish a full moan, he’s ramming back into you, causing you to practically scream. “That’s it, scream for me, baby. I wanna hear your pretty voice.” He groans, pounding into you. With each thrust your body lurches forward, and your fingers grip your sheets, your mouth hung open as your loud moans encourage him. His hand slides up your back, and you cry out as his hand tangles in your hair, tugging on it harshly and making you stand up on your knees. Your back is flush against his chest, the skin slapping ringing through your ears, you felt way too close to your end already.
He kisses your shoulder, still gripping your hair, tilting your head to give him more access. His other hand slides into your panties, rubbing figure eights onto your clit. A string of slurs falls from your lips as you fall forward, Taehyung luckily letting go of your hair as you fall back onto the bed, your entire body shaking as your walls spasm around him. He holds you up as he continues to pound into you, your vision turning white as your orgasm hits you like a bullet train. He helps you ride out your high until his thrusts become sloppy. He pulls out of you, jerking himself off until he’s cumming again, the white strings splashing onto your drenched panties. He rests his hand on your ass as you both catch your breath. Your body relaxes into the bed, and he falls next to you, wiping the sweat off his brow. Although he practically just fucked you into oblivion, your body is telling you that you need more. “Tae?” You ask softly, and he hums questioningly. “I uh, um-” You stutter. All you can really do is rub your thighs together, you hand on his chest, and he gets the gist of what you’re asking for. “You wanna go again, baby?” He asks, turning to face you, and you nod. “Hm, well it’s probably gonna take a little bit for me to really get hard again, but I can do something else until then.” He smirks, and before you can even comprehend what’s happening your panties are off and he’s blowing on your drenched core, making you shiver with anticipation. His tongue flattens out as he licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue dipping past to flick against your clit. You involentarily buck against him, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you still. He licks up everything from your previous orgasms before his tongue starts to focus on your sensitive clit, two of his fingers pushing into your hole. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to push him somehow closer to you, causing him to groan onto your pussy. He sucks on your clit harshly as he curls his fingers inside of you, and your back arches as you cry out. He keeps curling his fingers as he flicks his tongue against you, and your thighs clench around him as he removes his fingers, his tongue taking their place inside of you, and he tongue fucks you through your orgasm, moaning at your taste.
He pulls away, wiping your juices from his mouth as he looks down at you, his dick throbbing once again. “Still up for another round?” He asks, hovering over you. You answer by smiling, flipping over you you’re straddling him. His hands rub your thighs as you grab hold of his cock, guiding it to your entrance before sinking down onto it, a whiny moan coming from both of you. You start to bounce on him, grinding occasionally while he whimpers under you, the grip he has on your hips sure to leave bruises. “Ah, faster, Y/N, faster.” He huffs, his grip making you bounce faster on him. Once you do it yourself one of his hands leaves your hips, gripping your breast and tweaking your nipple as you ride him. You moan, grabbing his hands and leaning forward, pinning them by his head as you kiss him passionately, still tasting the traces of your juices on his tongue. Because of your position you stop your movement, and he whimpers into your mouth. “You want me to move?” You ask softly, getting a nod in response. “Then you do it. I wanna kiss you. If you want me to move, you’re gonna have to do it yourself, baby.” You smirk, leaning down to kiss him again. What you didn’t expect was for him to snap his hips up into you, your grip on his wrists getting tighter as he hits deep inside of you. He continues to thrust up into you, your mouths still on each other in a heated kiss, swallowing each other’s moans. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest as you move against him as he thrusts, your hips crashing down to meet his, making everything even more powerful. He’s hitting all the right places inside of you, and he reaches around you, grabbing a handful of your ass as he guides you up and down his cock. “Tae…” You moan, your hands balling into fists. “How does it feel, baby? Tell me how it feels.” He moans, one of his hands resting on your front, thumb pressing deliciously on your neglected clit. “Feels so fucking good.” You whine. “Yeah?” He grunts. “Does this making up for a year of no one stretching out your pretty pussy?” You bite your lip and nod. “So fucking good to me. Best I’ve ever had.” You moan, and it’s true. Taehyung is by far the best lay you’ve ever had, the way he switches so fast, just like you, makes you feel so good. “Best you’ve ever had, huh? Well then.” He groans after a particularly deep thrust that has you doubling over, catching yourself before you fall onto him completely. “Why don’t you tell the world whose fucking you so good, huh? Scream my name, baby. It sounds so pretty when you say it. Scream my name while I fuck your perfect pussy.”
You sit back up, tilting your head back as he fucks into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit, and you’re practically seeing stars. “Taehyung! Fuck, Tae…” You cry out. His name tumbles from your lips over and over again until your walls are spasming once more, your body falling forward onto him, your legs suddenly too weak to hold yourself up, your body relaxing on top of his as you clench around him. Your squeezing brings on his own orgasm, a choked moan emenating from him as he spills his seed into you, slowly fucking into you as you rest against him. You both lay there, catching your breath, your head feeling fuzzy. That was, without a doubt, the best sex you’ve ever had. You pull off of him, whimpering at the loss of warmth and his sticky cum rolling down your thigh, but you don’t care about the mess. You collapse next to him, completely exhausted. “Wow.” He breaths, making you smile. He looks just as fucked out as you do. Your eyes grow heavy, your mind blank as you lay next to him. “You good?” He asks, turning to face you, his hand running up and down your side. “Tae…” Is all you can manage to get out. “Yeah?” He asks softly. “Tae…” You repeat, and he chuckles. “What, did I fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name?” He smirks, and you nod slowly. “Damn, I didn’t think I was that good.” He chuckles. Since you’re so fucked out, he decides to have a little fun. “Whose the best fuck you’ve ever had?” He asks. You say his name again, and he smiles. “And whose the sexiest, most amazing guy in the world.” His name tumbles from your lips again. “And whose the baddest bitch in the world.” He asks, and you smile. “Me, bitch.” You say, sitting up a bit. “That’s right.” He says, raising his hand for a high five, which you give to him as you laugh.
“You really are okay though? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” He asks. You nod, smiling at him. “I’m good. Might not be able to walk, but I’m good.” You giggle, and he sighs in relief. “Good. I’m glad.” He nods, laying back down. “You’re glad I can’t walk you asshole?” You cry, hitting his chest. “Yeah, I am.” He laughs. “Means I did a damn good job.” He smiles, proud of himself. All you do is shake your head, smiling. “So is this what happens when people go to clubs? Because if so, I’ll have to start going to clubs more often.” You chuckle. “Not all clubs. Only Namjoon’s, because I’m there. You can’t go to any other clubs.” He replies, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “I can’t go to any other clubs?” You scoff. “Nope. If you want a night like tonight, you can only get it at Bangtan. And only if I’m your bartender.” He smirks. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” You laugh, resting your head on his chest. “So, there will be a next time?” He asks. “I’d like that. As long as we get you out of here without anyone seeing you. My guys are very protective, so if they see a strange man running through my house, they’re gonna have a lot of questions. They won’t be here until later though, we handle business at night. I’m sure everything will be fine.” You reply. “So, that means I can stay?” He asks hopefully. “Of course. I’m not gonna fuck you and make you leave right after. I may be a mob boss, but I’m not completely heartless.” You laugh. “Mob boss, huh? Well, I guess that explains a lot. I’ve never had a girl dominant me before. Normally they always want me to dom, which is fine sometimes, but you, wow, it’s was perfect.” He smiles. As he speaks his finger tips glide over your arm soothingly, making you sleepy. You yawn, and he chuckles, one hand playing with your hair as the other continues to stroke your arm, and it doesn’t take too long before you’re falling asleep in his arms.
It’s 11 am when your phone rings, jolting you awake. You groan and rub your eyes as you reach for it. “Hello?” You mumble groggily. “Y/N, hey!” Namjoon answers brightly. “Oh, hey Namjoon.” You reply. “I just wanted to thank you again for taking care of business. I hope you enjoyed your time at Bangtan.” He says. You look over, his bartender sleeping soundly next to you. “Oh, absolutely. I’ll be sure to visit more often.” You smile. “That’s great! We’d love to have you back. You will always get the best treatment, the Gold Lounge whenever you want.” He chuckles. “Thank you, Namjoon. You’re very kind.” “Any time. Oh, and how was Taehyung? He’s my best bartender, so I hope he was up to your standards.” His words make you giggle to yourself, running your fingers through Taehyung’s hair, a small moan sounding form him as he shifts in his sleep. “He was exceptional. I think I’d like to request him each time I visit.” You smile. “That can definitely be arranged. Thank you again, Y/N. Enjoy your day and I hope we see you soon.” He says, and you nod, even though he can’t see it. “Absolutely.” You reply. You hang up, and smile down at Taehyung. You’ll definitely be going back very soon.
