Strawberries and cigarette
A Kim taehyung fanfiction by prkslvtt

The pleasing burn hits my eyes yet again. My chest heaving up and down, letting the smoke escape from my congested lungs just for it to be inhaled back through my nose.

I let myself fall over the huge armrest of the couch, my back arching along its curved design. 

“Mind your surroundings, min yn. There is a man sitting in front of you '' Kim Taehyung says, who was sitting on the other end of the Black couch. Pulling my crossed legs on his lap, his boney fingers resting on the ankle, playing with the fishnet stockings from time to time. 

Him speaking is like his thunder rolling…. And residing. 

I retrieve myself from the arch, looking down at my monotone crop top that rode up higher than I anticipated it to be.

My eyes go back to him. He who is spreaded on the couch, crimson pants and a blazer twinning it, shirt long gone. The blondie side eyes me before taking a puff from his cigarette. 

“And does this man in question have any self control towards his own best friend?” I ask, my voice matching his. He looks down at his lap, examining the black doll shoes I am wearing.

His head luls back to rest on the couch as he exhales the smoke. “A lot if you ask me” he answers, eyes closed.

“Nice shoes you got there. They’re cute" I sigh, sliding my legs down from his lap. 

“You'd rather die than accept the fact that you're a pervert.”   I say, throwing my vape on the table before heading towards the washroom. 

There’s no way taehyung's not aware of the tension. We both know what's going on but he decides to play the cold bitch. I just stare at myself in the mirror, wondering what it’ll take for this man to get on his knees and surrender. 

My black painted nail drags through my hair, fixing its volume. Wolfcut suits me better than I thought. I finally fixed my top, pulling it down till my navel. The dark leather skirt rests at my waist perfectly as I feel proud at the cheap yet stunning purchase. 

Finally I take out the tint from my leather jacket, applying it on my lips while examining the streak of perfect eyeliner. 

I loved getting dolled up.

Especially when it's for this rich bastard.

Too much thoughts are not my thing. Feeling high is the only mode that my brain accepts. The restlessness for the tinge of the smoke or a sniff of coke drag me out of the washroom as I head back to the area.

The thick layer of smoke rests at the eye level which allows you to see clearly only if you duck down the clouds. I see taehyung still in the same position. Lighting up his second stick. 

His chain smoking will chain him to death someday.

My legs walk by themselves as I sit beside him. “I heard you got the new stack on you” my hand reaches out to him and he pulls out a pack from his blazer and hands it to me. 

That's when I noticed.

The huge tent formed in his crotch. He manspreads even more while retrieving his comfort position. 

A smirk played on my lips even when I tried to suppress it. I take the pack and tear it apart with my nail later putting it in my mouth to taste the snowy powder. “Legit shit” I say, amused.

“Park gifted. It was limited.” 

I turn towards Taehyung, who is still leaning back with his eyes shut. 

“Give me your card '' I said and he put his hand in the back pocket. Eyes still looking into mine. He places the black shining card on my palm. I gave an appreciative smile and turned back to my business. 

His cards are always ready for me, whether it be shopping or snorting. 

Laying out the powder in the lines with the card, I was about to draw another. “That’s enough. It's strong, "Taehyung says, snatching the packet away from me. I ignored and swiftly crouched down, inhaling down the powder.

“Woah. Tell him i’m free if he asks for a fuck. That guy is enough to make me high from his dick, "I say. Intentionally. Taehyung lets out a slow growl, retrieving his head back to glare at me. Slurry of words escapes my mouth as I lay on Taehyung's shoulders.

Lost in the dancing colors and ombres they create. It hits but not much. I've had so much drug that I turned immune to it, looking for more powerful sources to achieve that satisfaction. 

I need to have sex so bad right now and this guy, even after having a boner, he is scared to make a move and fuck me already. 

“What did you say?” Taehyung's voice is loud in my head, as he is just beside me.

“What?” panic runs through me. I swear I didn't say all that out loud.

“You think I'm scared?” He speaks dangerously low. Ok so he definitely heard that. 

“I- '' his hands push me down on the couch, his body hovering over mine. I wasn't high enough to do this. To have litreal kim taehyung so fucking close to me.

“Care to repeat that for me, yn-shi” his finger brushes over my jaw before slowly closing around my throat. 

“I didn't lie tho- you really are a coward…scared to accept how much your body needs me” ok so the drug was really taking over now. 

Something in Taehyung's serene eyes changed, the pupils dilating even more. His hand grip tighter, this time making me cough a little.

“You are playing with fire, my princess” I felt his knee grazing against my thigh, the drag of the fabric going higher and higher until it stopped against my inner thigh.  “May I?” He asked, holding my chin and looking at my lips. 

One thing about Taehyung is that he'll never leave a chance to be a gentleman. 

But I was a brat. 

I pulled him by his blazer and attacked his lips. There was no chance of small slow kisses on my watch. I always craved the hungry and passionate ones.

His hand now moved to my waist, pulling me closer to him, arching my back. Even the graze of his finger or the rub of his body against mine was making an electric shock in my body.  And we aren't even naked.

yet 

“If you had asked me nicely, I would've treated you like a good girl.” His lips brush against mine as he speaks in that raspy tone. “But you decide to be brat, a bad bad girl” He tugged at my bottom lips and I felt his teeth tear the skin as the blood oozed out. He licks before kissing me again, this time taking my breath away.

“But i-” “shut up” he moved away, still on his knees spread apart. If this is not the perfect view in the goddamn world I don't know what is. His honey skin glows from under the red blazer, tempting me to touch it, kiss it, bite it and what not.

“Remove your clothes” he says, casually taking out a fresh cigarette and lighting it up. I lift my body from the couch to remove my jacket before my top, throwing it on the floor all this while taehyung literally fucks me though his eyes, inhaling the smoke more aggressively.

Before I could move on to remove my skirt he jumped into action, pinning my hand above my head. His huge palm held both of my wrists in control while with the other hand he continued to smoke. “I'll fuck you in the slutty skirt you bought. You know it is very obvious how hard you try to seduce me, so try to lay low a little from next time” he says before blowing the smoke in my face. 

“I bought it for myself, not to seduce your dumb ass” I see him scoff, turning to put the lit cigarette on the table before picking up a strawberry from the fruit basket.
“I believe you princess” he put it against my lip and I bit half of it. The sweet juices spread in my mouth contrasting the burn of vape down my throat. 

Taehyung takes a deep inhale of cigarettes before kissing me, blowing the smoke in my mouth. The taste of the sweet strawberry and the smoke melting on my tongue like an explosive.

He kissed me hungrily, his nail digging into the skin on my waist. He knew I wasnt that soft gentle girl who wanted be fucked all vanilla.

His lips part from mine just for moment before attaching to my neck, “you’re fucking sweet. did you bathe in honey?” 

“That's an absolutely ass comment you just made” taehyung just chuckles before leaning down to press a tight kiss on my pulse point before digging his teeth into the skin. “you don't get to run your mouth under me”.

He picked another strawberry, taking a bite from it before he pressed it on my chest. The soft exterior of the fruit crushed down into a mess which he spread all over my collarbones, he did the same with two more of those, until I was covered in strawberry juice from neck to abdomen. 

“I wish you could see yourself right now…you look so beautiful,” Taehyung says, observing me with hooded eyes, taking yet another puff from his stick. “Tae- '' the cold had started to hurt my bare skin, making my wet skin chill. “What baby?” He speaks ever so calmly like his dick isn't painfully hard right now. 

“Fuck me.”

“oh I will”

for a second I thought he was getting pulled apart but then his face was clear as day. I need to stop fucking with coke up my nose. Among all the cold freezing my torso, a warm tongue pressed right between the valley of my breasts. 

I could feel every drag of his tongue on my bones. Taehyung was slurping that juice as if it's his last meal. 

His obsession with strawberries and cigarettes was always a surprise to me. Looking at him, no way can tell man is down bad for fresh strawberries.

Yet a chain smoker burning away his lung and not giving a fuck about it. 

his lips press at the side of my chest, sticking out his tongue to glide up towards the hard nipple, sucking harshly. My body shuddered, the tinglings growing my legs with every other drag of his mouth. 

A loud whine escapes, squirming back on the couch when his teeth dig into the sensitive skin. Taehyung pulls back, taking yet another drag from the cigarette. “I didn't think you'd be a whiny baby in bed~” he smirks. 

“Kim…please” I try to grab his arms but he swats my hand away.

“Please what darling? You think you get to make requests right now?” 

I shake my head, the colors around me merging into each other, my sense so damn heightened that even the whiff of air over my buds make my body tremble. 

Taehyung presses the stick between his lips, now both his hands free. He lifts my skirt with one hand and pushes my thighs with the other. 

“Who do you wear pretty thongs for if not me?” Taehyung says, tugging the finger of the thick material pulling it up and tight, making my body jolt in pleasure from the pressure against my clit. “You think someone else deserves to touch this pretty cvnt?” 

I shake my head yet again, “n-no…you should claim it”

“I am doing it baby,” he says, pushing the flimsy material to the side, gliding middle finger along the wetness, circling the tips around the pulsating bud. “hmm…weeps like a wh0re” he smiles in satisfaction, pushing the finger inside in one go.

I can just helplessly squirm and twist on the couch, my legs trembling from the pleasure. 

After a moment of repetitive glides, taehyung retrieves his finger, grabbing yet another strawberry….

“Allow me to devour you, darling?” 

Taehyung was sinister and nasty. Everyone knew that. I knew that. And he never tried to hide it. He was familiar with his heavy alluring aura that hung around him all the time.

That's why it was dangerous to get close to him, to get into his space and get sucked into the abyss. 

The same endless gaze looked into mine with a plan, and 

The berry in his hand now raised up to his lips. As he slowly bit into the tip of the fruit. 

He then pushes my skirt up and away over my stomach. Taehyung hooks the finger in the thin thong, pulling it fast and hard to make it snap and he discards it on the floor.

I'll take the money for that one. Or make him buy me more. Maybe according to his liking. 

My thighs tensed, the cold AC air made my bare cvnt flutter and all I could do was wait and prepare myself for whatever he was about to do. 

Taehyung lowered the strawberry between legs, the bitten side getting pressed against my clit. The feeling so weird yet amazing when he pressed it harder, squishing it totally. 

“T-tae…” I gasp, shaky hands trying to hold on to him. 

He just smirks, his eyes attentively looking into mine. “As if this pussy wasn't pretty enough, it looks even more tempting now” 

Taehyung kept rubbing the squashed berry up and down until it was mixed with my slick. He throws away the green hull on the table and holds his cigarette from the same finger, taking a big puff. 

He takes my wrist with the other hand, pulling me up and then pushing me back against the curved armrest, my legs still spread.

It was so evident in his eyes, the pure evil lust when he trailed everydrop of juice flowing down my slit. As if he was trying to incorporate every detail of the scene in his head so he can look over it like a video tape whenever he needs to.  

“It’s yours” my voice breaks out in the void of the smoke thickened room. Taehyung tilts his head, looking into my eyes with a glint, “say what, princess?” he speaks with another drag. 

“Take me as you please…I need to feel you so bad!”

“Do you?”

“Yes”

“How do I know?”

“Tae please-” my words were engulfed by the loud shriek that left my lips, making my whole back arch forwards. And all of this because of the hot tongue that lapped around my dripping core, sucking on the bud harshly.

Taehyung doesn't stop, or gives any mercy when he is devouring that pussy, slurping all the juices like a starved man. The sweet taste is amplified by the berries around the cvnt.

His tongue is darting from bottom of my slit to the top till my clit, cleaning it off of any remenecesants before his other hands part my fat pussy lips, exposing my needy core to him. 

“So cute” he chuckles, blowing a kiss on the opening before darting his tongue straight in, making it hard for me to control my moans. My hand went into his hair, pulling him closer against me, wanting to feel for him.

“Feels good, tae-” my broken voice reveals, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. To have kim taehyung eat me out was enough of a hot circumstance but to learn the fact how good he is at it makes me want for this moment to never end. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, a devilish grin spreading across his lips. The intensity of his gaze makes my heart skip a beat, and when my eyes meet his, I know he's not going to stop, no matter my obvious distress.

He stops to take a breath, biting on my inner thigh to leave a faint mark, My breath hitches as he kisses my thigh once more, this time pressing his lips to the spot where his hand left its mark. The sensation is both painful and arousing, mixed with the bitter sweet taste of the abandoned cigarette

 “anything will feel good for this slvtty cvnt right? It’d take anything or anyone…” he inhales the smoke,taking in a deep breath, “...just wants to be filled like a slvt '' he exhales hot smoke against my gaping hole that is craving for him just like he said.

And Taehyung was very glad to take in the invitation yet again, entering and tasting whatever my body gave him.  

As I struggle to find the strength to hold back my tears, I feel his hands wrap around my thighs, gently pulling them apart once more. His lips find their way back to my core, and this time, his tongue seems to dance with a newfound ferocity.

I can't help but let out a soft moan as the pleasure begins to build, and before I know it, I'm lost in a haze of ecstasy once again. My body seems to move on its own accord, gyrating in time with his tongue as it plunges deep within me.

"You're going to make me cum," I gasp, my voice barely audible above the sound of his slurping. The thought of losing

He pulls back momentarily to taste the burn of smoke and blows it right on my cvnt, the mold hot sensation making my legs tremble. And he's back at it again, fucking me with his father toungue. 

Each one of his movements makes me release more than before, and I was almost close. 

“But you are a brat, remember” he pulls back, he smokes again and bites the stick before sliding the red blazer off his body, leaving him bare for my eyes.

The loss of sensation down there had me massage my thighs together to keep the friction going, but taehyung slaps my legs away. “Brats don't get what they want’’

“You're evil” I hissed, tears pooling in my eyes. Because the drugs were enough to make my horny levels by 10 x and this isn't helping.

“I am the devil's spawn, baby” somehow his words went past my head, almost as if an arrow had grazed my ear. Yet I only understand fragments of words. The room starts to get distorted, my vision losing focus on his face and falling onto the cloudy neon red ceiling. 

Ok so maybe now it hits. 

But it does.

And it hits so hard…

That even the sensation of Taehyung's two fingers plunged deep within me is also numbing. 

It makes me so dumbfucked even without actually getting fucked. 

But all I feel at the moment is the violent pace at which Taehyung works his long finger, knuckles deep within me.

At this moment I can't figure out what is more addictive, the high end crack in my system or Kim taehyung.

Probably the latter. 

“I am coming” I fall over the armest, taking the initial position that started it all, my eye aimlessly gazing at the wall behind me, occasionally rolling in the back of my head.

Taehyung grips my thighs tighter, digging his nails in my skin. “Yeah baby…milk my fingers.” I can hear the snarkiness in his voice. Taehyhung got off on dirty things but I was no one to judge him from the state he only brought me to.

It was just that moment when he pressed his thumb on my clit while also stimulating it from the inside with his middle finger. That fucking pressure is so exquisite, making my kness shake as the orgasm washes down me in waves, making my body jolt with every slow move. 

“Fuck yn…you’ll be the death of me” he is grinning, having the times of his life to watch me fall apart. it's a mess as liquid gushes out of me non stop, running down my inner thighs. I could comprehend the way Taehyung lickes his lips, staring intensely between my legs.

Loud banging on the front door pulls me out from the trance. I stare in that direction and then stare back at taehyung. Who is surprisingly calm and smirking, continuing to smoke his almost finished cig.

“Kim taehyung , you're under arrest for suspicion of murder, possession and intent to distribute illegal substances”

I frown, lifting up on my elbow to look at Taehyung who was so damn unfazed. Taehyung was a messed up person I knew, but didn't know he got his hands dirty. It was too late, much too process with the coke running in my head.

He throws the cig away, he leans down, grabbing my thigh and putting them over his shoulder,

“Will you be my last meal, baby?”