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Unable to stop the shudder that ran through your body, your jaw hung slack as he dragged his fangs up the side of your throat. Being here like this with him was still something you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. Something about horses and gifts crossed your mind before his groan brought you back to the present, his breath playing against your skin as he kissed the trail his teeth drew.

“You smell so good.” Jimin moaned against your neck, his muscular body pressing you into the corner of the couch.

It had started with just kissing, making out like you were teenagers. You were both still so careful; neither wanted to pressure the other into something you couldn’t come back from. But as you wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling his fingers tease the skin he found just under the hem of your shirt; you knew this was something you wanted.

Pulling on the hair at the base of his skull, you used your other head to press against his chest. Jimin moved as you wanted, prying his lips from you. Meeting his eyes, you gathered all your strength to speak. “Bite me.”

Two words, and you would have thought you’d gone deaf with how quiet the room had gone. Jimin pulled back further from you, sitting on the couch. You missed the weight of him on top of you. “Jimin?” You hated the tremble in your voice.

“You don’t know what you’re asking me.” He spoke, so quietly you strained to hear him.

“Actually, I do.” You stated. It was something you’d given a lot of thought about since he’d told you about who and what he is. You wanted this. Moving, so you straddled his lap, you held his face in your hands, knowing that he could have gotten up before you’d even had a chance to twitch. “Please?”

Running his hand through his hair, Jimin blinked back at you, worry heavy in his eye. “What if I can’t stop?”

“I trust you, Jimin. You won’t hurt me.” You had made your mind up. If he would, this was going to happen.

With a heavy sigh, Jimin grabbed the back of your neck, pulling your head to the side before placing his lips back where they had been. You could feel the tremble in him as he pressed them against your skin. Bracing yourself on his shoulders, you feel the drag of his fangs again, moaning as his tongue causes tiny sparks of sensation. “Please?” You asked again, your breath cutting off as he struck.

Heat exploded through your body as you felt his fangs sink in, overpowering pleasure shooting straight to your core. Your hips moved on their own, rocking against his lap as you started to feel him suck. “Oh shit. I’m gonna cum.” You said with a shock of realization.

A few more moments of feeling his mouth work and your body tensed, just of the bring of orgasm. “More,” Your whimper turned into a shout as you felt his fingers work into your shorts, past your underwear, and straight to your clit. One circle of Jimin’s finger and you were falling apart on top of him, vaguely aware of him pulling back from your neck, your blood on his lips. Jimin moaned as he pulled back and cradled your spent body against his own. You gently kissed his neck, the spot mirroring where he’d been at yours. “So good,” You whispered.

Carefully, he sat you up so you could look at him. “Are you okay?”

Holding you close with a hand on the back of your neck and the other at the base of your spine, Taehyung thrust up into you from underneath. Sliding his hands to the backs of your arms, he pushed at them, making you wrap yourself around him tighter. “Hang on.” He whispered before kissing your cheek, his hands moving down your back to grip your ass.

Feeling a tap against the plug you still had inside, you looked over your shoulder. Jungkook grins back at you, his eyes sparkling as he gently started to pull on the flared base, the friction from both the silicon inside your ass and Taehyung slowly continuing to thrust into your cunt had your eyes rolling back. The three of you had been working towards this for a couple of weeks, seeing if you would be able to take both of them at the same time. Jungkook leaned in, his hands still working the plug as he kissed the side of your neck opposite Taehyung. “Think you're ready?” He whispered.

Nodding, you twisted enough to catch Jungkook’s lips with your own, a quick kiss before he was settling between your and Taehyung's legs, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pulled the toy from you. Taehyung kept with the slow, lazy thrust, distracting you from the cold and viscous liquid that Jungkook dripped between your cheeks. Burying your face in Taehyung’s neck, you moaned as Jungkook slowly sank a finger into you, trying to keep yourself relaxed for the both of them. Keeping the same pace as Taehyung, Jungkook worked his finger in and out of you, the feeling starting to turn from the slight bit of pain as you rocked your hips back to meet the finger, willing him to add more or go faster. You didn’t care which.

“Such a good girl for us,” You could feel Taehyung’s vibrate as he praised you, his large hands spreading you wide. “Taking us both so well.” He purred.

Feeling the third hand on your ass, you couldn’t help the way your back arched as Jungkook’s hand slid from your ass to your lower back, pushing you down against Taehyung as another finger was added. The slow, cautious pace they were working at had your head spinning, both overwhelmed and desperate for more. “Please,” You couldn’t help begging.

“Wait, little mouse. We don’t want to hurt you.” Jungkook soothed, working a third finger inside you, stretching you.

“Fuck, Kook. Please.” Your whimper was met with dark chuckles from both of them.

Spitting into your palm and wrapping your fingers around his throbbing cock, you loved the whines he made as he tried to follow your hand, frantic to follow your touch. Pushing his hips back down, you willingly gave Jimin more. He’d been so good for you, communicating openly when he’d been close to cumming with whimpered begs, hopeful that you’d finally allow him to finish. He was just so mesmerizing when he was on the brink of falling apart under your hand, you wanted to see it over and over.

Thighs trembling under your hand, you knew he was nearing his limit for what he was able to take. You couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest when you thought back on how far he’d progressed. Not even a month ago he might have safeworded as you brought him to the edge for the 4th time. Now, despite how he was begging you to let him cum, he wasn’t anywhere near the absolute mess he had been previously. Still the perfect picture of submission, he could handle much more. So much so, that it was usually you who had to push the scene to an end, much like now.

“Come on, pretty boy. Cum for me,” You purred, stroking his cock faster, the hand that had been on his now cupped his balls, pulling slightly.

“Oh god,” Jimin whimpered, abs flexing as he thrust himself into your hand, set of finding his end now that he’d been granted permission. Watching how his eyes were glued to the way you fisted his length, Jimin came with a strangled moan, the first shots of his cum hitting his chest, then stomach, finally spilling over your hand, his cock twitching in your grip.

“Such a good boy for me,” You praised the hand that had been between his legs gently patting his thing as you continued to milk him, his body slacking and spent, still twitched as your hand moved.

“Please,” Jimin whined, an edge of urgency in his voice as oversensitivity set in.

Pressing your face into the pillow in front of you, you pushed back against the headboard, meeting Taehyungs hips with each thrust. So close. So fucking close. Everything was just at the right angles, the perfect pressure, the back and forth of his finger on your clit at the right speed. It was perfect. Or it should have been. You couldn’t quite get that last fall into pleasure for some reason. When the tears from frustration started to sting your eyes, you were glad for the pillow.

Taehyung knew your body, though. He knew it better than you sometimes did. He knew just what you needed when you were at this point. When he’d brought you again and again to climax. He knew that at some point where you’d cum so many times that getting one more from you needed a little extra push. 

Leaning in, he kissed your shoulder before sitting back up behind you. The hand that had been helping to hold you in place released, and the resounding smack echoed through the room before the sharp sting registered in your brain. That was what you’d needed. Finally, the last high slammed into you with a force that your knees buckled under your weight. Taehyung held you in place, fucking you through your final release.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He praised, and you had enough awareness to feel how his thrusts grew sloppy. With a short, Taehyung plunged himself inside you deep, rocking his hips slowly as you felt his cum hot inside you. 

Pumping his cock inside you a few times before you had to push him off, you both fell over, out of breath. Facing each other, Taehyung pulled you close, kissing you so sweetly in contrast to how he’d just fucked you. “I love you.” He whispered.

Smiling, you kissed him back, repeating the words before groaning. “I’m sticky.” You pouted at him.

This is stupid. You thought to yourself as you walked along the path in the woods. You knew this trail by heart, but you kept tripping over sticks and vines in the dwindling light. Still, you trekked on, a single-minded purpose driving your steps.

Finally, you reached the cabin you'd been to on more occasions than you could remember. There was still a bit of light left in the sky, and things would still be safe. All you had to do now was convince Taehyung of your plan. It shouldn't be hard, right?

Walking up the stone path to the cabin, you thought about why this needed to be done. You had a counter to every argument Taehyung might bring up. The front door flew open before you even had a chance to make it onto the porch.

"What are you doing here? You know it's not safe." Taehyung stood in the doorway, wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. Even after all the years, you'd spent with him, seeing him like this had your pulse racing. 

"I know. And that's part of the reason I'm here." You stayed.

Taehyung eyed you cautiously before letting out a huff of air and raked his fingers through his dark hair. "My love.."

You didn't give him a chance to address his concerns. You'd heard them all before, and they weren't good enough reasons anymore. "Tae, stop. It's time, and you have to change me."

Sighing heavily, Taehyung looked as though you'd cut his heart out. "I can't. I love you too much to force you into this life."

"You're not forcing shit!" You shouted. One way or another, this was happening. This is what you wanted, and none of it was forced. Tired of spending a week away from him each month had become entirely too much. "Why can't you understand that I want this?"

Glancing at the completely dark sky, Taehyung turned his eyes back to you. Gone were the soft and gentle brown he usually had, and now, they glowed golden in the soft light that filtered from the cabin. "I never wanted this for you." He sighed.

"I understand that. I fucking do, but I can't keep this up. It's been years, Tae. This was always how things would happen if we were to stay together." On the verge of tears, you had to convince him to do this before he entirely shifted. Once the wolf took over, he'd understand you, but there would be nothing soft and human in his actions. "Please, please let me in."

Growling somewhere between human and wolf, Taehyung pushed off the doorframe and walked towards you. His movements were so fluid that had this been the first time you'd seen him move in this way, you might have turned and bolted back the way you came. But you'd seen so much more of his otherness that this didn't scare you. When he wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your neck, a rumble in his chest as he breathed you in, you knew this was it. He was finally going to turn you.

Bracing, you inhaled sharply as you felt his teeth press against the skin of your shoulder. Pausing for a heartbeat, Taehyung spoke again. "Last chance to walk away."

In answer, you wrapped yourself so tightly around him that you could hardly breathe. "Please, Tae. I love you, and I'm ready." 

Before you could give it any more thought, or maybe before he could think better of it, Taheyung bites you. It fucking burned, and you couldn't help the scream that rattled up from your throat. This is what you wanted, and you would go through with it. It felt like he was tearing your shoulder part.

After what felt like hours, Taehyung pulled away. You had expected to be covered in blood, and images of your arm hanging are what filled your head. When a neat wound in a perfect impression of his teeth was what met your eyes, you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Well, shit. I thought that would be messier. What's next…."

Waking up, you knew you should have called into work yesterday. The way your bedmate clung to you as he ground his hips into your leg was all the sign you needed. It wasn't that the two of you were only physical during his rut, but Taehyung would never have acted like this outside of it. 

Grabbing for your phone, you quickly sent your boss an email, letting them know you'd need the next week off. You were lucky that you had a boss who cared about you as a person, not just a number at your job. Thinking quickly, you opened the grocery delivery app and put in an order for the few supplies you still needed. Taehyung's rut started a few days earlier than you had been prepared for, even if you knew it started soon. 

Like his animal world fox counterpart, Taehyung's ruts started in the winter. His first one with you had been the hardest. When you'd brought him home from the shelter, you talked about what each of you had expected from the other. For you, it had just been companionship. You hadn't gone in looking for a boyfriend or a mate and thought that the people who went to adopt for that reason alone were fucked up. 

Taehyung just wanted a home. He'd been in and out of shelters his whole life. When he'd told you all of this, your heart couldn't help but hurt from him. You'd promised that you would do your best to be a friend and a safe place for him. 

The talk had turned awkward when you had to bring up the collar he'd have to wear. It was the law, but it still made you feel icky. Taehyung wasn't a pet or a wild animal; he was self-aware and, as you would learn, had deep feelings.

Taehyung hadn't been living with you for long when he'd told you how much you meant to him. That had been another long talk about what that would mean for the both of you. At that time, you'd both agreed to take things slow. 

During that time, you'd learned as much about foxes, both hybrid and animal, as you could. You'd had many questions, and Taehyung should have been sainted for how patient he'd been with you. The talk of mating had been painfully uncomfortable, and Taehyung had told you that he could handle his ruts independently. He'd been doing that so far. He'd warned you what to expect and had quietly asked you if you had someplace to stay while he was going through it or if he needed to find somewhere to stay during it, saying that he didn't know what would happen if you were around while he was going through it.

Of course, you would let him stay in the home you shared. You weren't about to kick him out as if he were nothing more than the animal some would think he was. You had made plans to stay with your best friend for the week he'd need, but things had felt off the whole time you'd been at her apartment. It had been the first time you'd spent more than a work day away from Taehyung, and you desperately missed him. It had made you examine you're feeling for him. 

At the end of the week, when you'd finally heard from him and headed home, it looked as though Taehyung had been even more of a wreck than you'd expected. After that first time, Taehyung never spent his ruts alone again.

Looking up at the soft, ashy brown hair that parted around his black-tipped ears, you gently wiped the light sheen of sweat from his forehead and kissed his lips before waking him up. 

"Tae. Tae baby." You whispered into the quiet of the room. He answered in a whine as his hips continued to work. With a bit more volume, you tried again. "Tae, love, you need to wake up."

Squinting his eyes shut harder, you quietly laughed, pushing his hair off his forehead. With another whine, he opened his eyes and looked down out you. His eyes were gentle as he looked down at you, then went comically wide as he realized what he was doing. Spooked, he pulled back quickly, and your earlier laugh grew louder. "Shit, I'm so fucking sorry," Taehyung said.

"It's okay, love." You patted his cheek, scooting closer to him. "It's early, but everything is taken care of." As you spoke, you could see Taehyung easing down. "I already emailed work." Picking up your phone, you checked the time. "Groceries should be here in about an hour." Nuzzling his nose with your own, you ran your fingers into his hair and ran the tips over the softer fur of his ears. Taehyung shuttered under your touch. "Just enough time for us to get showers and get some water in us." You smiled mischievously.

Taehyung's ears perked up under your touch before he rolled you over to pin you with his body. Automatically, your legs parted and wrapped around his waist. He thrust his hips into yours. "Why do we need to wait?" He moaned. 

"Tae, remember what happened last time we skipped all that?" You asked. 

Taehyung wrinkled his nose and groaned before burying his face in your neck. "Fine, you're right. You go first." He dug his hips into yours again. "I don't know if I can make myself leave this bed just yet."

“Truth or dare?” Jimin asked, his plush lips tickling your ear. 

“Truth,” You moaned as he worked his fingers past the top of your pants. 

“How wet are you right now?” He asked.

“Dare you to find out.” You shot back, turning your head to kiss him as he stripped your leggings.

Whining at the loss of contact with his mouth as he sat up, you sucked in a deep breath and spread your legs, exposing your soaked core to him. Leisurely, Jimin ran his fingertips down the inside of your thighs as he leaned back in. Closing your eyes to feel him, you anticipated his touch where you wanted him the most. When he moved his hands to the backside of your thighs, your eyes shot open as you sat up on your elbows, ready to yell at him for tormenting you. 

As you watched, Jimin pushed your legs open wider and up, positioning his body so that your knees hooked over his shoulder as he laid down. Using only two fingers, he spread your cunt open for his eyes. “Fuck, love. So wet.” Jimin’s breath puffed against your core, heightening your arousal even more.”Look at you, clenching around nothing.”

Moaning, you couldn’t take the sight of his mouth centimeters away from your clit and not touching you. Surely he wouldn’t draw this out that long, right? The yip you made as he wrapped his lips around your clit morphed into a breathy moan as he sucked you into his mouth. With their own will, your fingers tangled themselves into his hair as he sucked, tongued, and gently nibbled at your sensitive nub. You both knew that just this alone wouldn’t be enough to get you to come, so you sharply pulled at his hair as soon as you felt him press a finger against your opening. It wasn’t enough to stop him, not that you wanted to anyway. 

Just as suddenly as he’d started, Jimin was pulling back, knowing your body well enough to know that you had been moments away from coming. “Truth or dare?” He asked again, a smug smile spread across his lips.

“Right fucking now?” You questioned, violence in your voice.

Jimin just chuckled and nodded his head before leaning to rest his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

Scoffing and throwing an arm over your eye, you wanted to yell but knew that if you didn’t continue this game, you wouldn’t cum at all tonight. “Shit, fine. Dare?”

"Oh, Tae! Look! It came in!" You shouted as soon as you walked in the door, the mail you'd just grabbed discarded on the table near the door. A beautifully wrapped package remained in your hand as you continued into the apartment you shared with Taehyung.

The scramble you heard, the soft thunk followed by an equally mild curse, had a smile on your lips as the floppy head of soft brown hair bounced into view. Even dressed in sweatpants that he'd cut off into shorts and the overly large teeshirt, Taehyung was still one of the most beautiful men you'd ever met. The lighter brown he'd dyed his hair and the perm that had gone slightly wrong fit him so perfectly; your excitement over the new look had cleared any doubts over it.

"Is it really here?" The man in question asked, the eagerness rolling off of him in waves as he bounced on the balls of his feet in front of you. 

Looking up at Taehyung, his energy infected you, and you shook the package in the space he held between the two of you. Seeing the small box, Taehyung snatched it out of your hands, and you scoffed at him. "That wasn't very nice, Tae." You pouted at him.

In a second, his mood changed, turning solemn as he bowed his head and mumbled, "Sorry."

Walking up to him, you ruffled his hair, smiling at him. "It's okay. I know you're excited. Guess you want to open it now, huh?

Nodding so quickly, you chuckled as you gestured to the living room. Not wasting a second, Taehyung bounced into the room, settled down on the couch, and looked back at you, waiting.

Sitting down beside him, you nodded your head and watched as he took great care in unwrapping the package, very at odds with the energy you could still feel coming from him. Once the outer paper was off, the box underneath was just as pretty as the outer wrappings. Taking a deep breath, Taehyung looked up at you as if waiting for you to tell him it was okay. "Open it, love. Let's see if it's just as pretty as we hope."

Gently opening the lip, Taehyung gasped as he caught the first glimpse. Leaning over to peer inside, you couldn't hold back the sound that echoed his. It was perfect. The green leather, deep and rich, looked softer than you'd been expecting. The silver hardware twinkled in the light from the lamp on the side table. The collar was more than you had hoped. 

Looking up, you gauged Taehyung's reaction to it. It was all well and good if you liked it, but it had to pass his discerning tastes more than it did your own. The unshed tears were all you needed to see to know that he felt the same as you did. Softly, you broke the silence. "Should we try it?"

Waiting a moment and still no movement from Taehyung, you place a hand on his arm, seeming to break the spell he'd been under. "Yes," He answered just as softly. 

Picking the collar up, you unlatched the buckle, letting the supple material run through your fingers before holding it up. Taehyung set the box down and offered his neck to you. With the utmost care, you wrapped the leather and metal around his throat, and after making sure it wasn't too tight, you buckled the collar.

"Oh, Puppy," You sighed as you sat back and looked at how the wide strip of leather suited his skin so perfectly.

"Is it…" Taehyung spoke softly. "It is okay?"

Back hitting the wall, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you felt fingers ghost against the inside of your thigh under your skirt. Taehyung’s lips trailed along the column of your neck as you slid your hands up and over Taehyung shoulders. Pulling his mouth back to your own, you could not stop the gasp when he hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, moving them as the back of his knuckle grazed against your throbbing clit.

The moan that left you when you felt a single digit press against your soaked opening was answered by his own raspy words, “I love how wet you get,” he purred against your mouth.

“Need you- Now,” you panted, clumsy fingers pulling at his shirt before moving down the front of his body to the tops of his jeans, struggling to unbutton them.

Pushing your shirt up, he slipped a hand under the band of your bralette, squeezing your breast. The back of your head hit the wall with a thump when he rolled your pebbled nipple between two fingers, his knee forcing your legs wider as you finally freed his hard length from behind his jeans.

He had your leg wrapped around his hip with a swift tug, leaving you to balance on one foot. His hand ran up the back of your thigh, gripping your ass tight before pulling your panties to the side again, using his other hand to drag his cock between your folds. Catching at your opening, you held your breath, waiting for him to sink into you finally.

“Tae. Please,” you whimpered, your body shuddering as the head of his cock slid back up, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure to have you slightly worried about your knee buckling.

Pressing his forehead to your own as his breath fanned across your face, he whispered, “Look at me.”

Blinking up at him, you fixed your eyes on his dark ones, his brows creased in concentration as you felt the blunt head catching at your opening again, and with a swift thrust, Taehyung sheathed himself inside you.

Pulling the leg he held around his waist tighter, Jimin’s powerful hips slammed into yours as he fucked you against the small wall next beside the refrigerator. He hadn’t been able to wait till you were both in bed, needing to be inside you the moment you’d walk through the door. 

“That’s my good girl,” He whispered, his plush lips moving to kiss along the side of your jaw as he slow his thrusts, rocking his cock inside your cunt in just the right way.

“Close,” You moaned, your arms holding Jimin close as he rutted up into you.

For a moment, a spike of adrenaline hit you as Jimin picked you up, wrapping your other legs around his hips, the wall you were pressed to helping him hold you up. That rush had your orgasm hitting you much faster than you expected. Desperately, you clung to him, your thighs squeezing his middle so tightly that you knew you’d have bruises on the inside of your legs later. 

Worrying about the bruises would come later. Right now, all that mattered was what Jimin was making you feel. Still keeping you wrapped around him, he managed to get a hand between your bodies, skillfully circling your clit with his finger as he continued to roll his cock inside of you. 

Cumming again, you didn’t have time to register what was happening as Jimin hiked your legs higher on his hips and wrapped his arms around your back. Whimpering as you felt him slide out of your cunt, you mustered up what strength you had to cling to his shoulders.

“Shhh, love. We’re just moving to the couch. Can’t do everything I want to like this.” Jimin soothed at your sounds of protest.

Knocking on the unknown door, you couldn’t help the bit of anxiety that flipped your stomach as you waited for it to open. The breath you’d been holding rushed out of you as the door opened and you were greeted with that familiar boxy smile. 

Taehyung had started out as a friend of a friend, but the two of you had gotten closer as time progressed. When he’d told you that he wanted to take you out on a date, you had been completely surprised. When the friend who’d introduced the two of you had reached out the next day, asking if it was okay to give Taehyung your contact info, you still didn’t quite believe it. Even now, standing at his door with him smiling at you, it still didn’t seem real. 

“Hi,” Taehyung said softly, breaking you out of the trance you apparently had been stuck in.

“Hey,” You answered back, unable to keep the smile off your face as the man in front of you stepped aside, silently welcoming you inside.

Walking past him, you looked around curiously. The space was so unabashedly Taehyung. The warm tones the living room was decorated in, the smell of sandalwood and vanilla that filled the air, the modern but simple furniture. All of it was just him. The only thing out of place was the large, black, and expensive-looking TV with brightly colored characters on the screen. 

The chuckle from behind startled you. Turning, Taehyung was much closer than you expected him to be. Gulping, you tried to deflect his attention from the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Is that Tiny Tina?”

Taehyung’s eyes lit up with child-like glee as he nodded and dragged you over to his couch. It took an absurd amount of control to not coo at his reaction as he picked up the controller and started showing you the ins and outs of the game and his character. His excitement was contagious and you couldn’t help but feel bad when he died.

“Well, that sucked. Probably should have used that other gun…” Your words were cut off as Taehyung placed his hand on your cheek, turning your face to his. He was so close that you couldn’t focus on both of his eyes at the same time. Still, you could see as he watched your reaction, his eyes flicking between your own, then down to your lips briefly.

“Can...” He started before licking his lips. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Stunned, you nodded slightly before closing your eyes and leaning in closer to him. After a few seconds that felt like hours, Taehyung still hadn’t moved. Cracking your eyes open, he seemed to be stuck in the same stop he’d been in moments before.

“Tae?” You questioned softly. His eyes met yours and you could see just a hint of hesitation. Emboldened, you grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you. “Kiss me. Please.”

As if he just that small push, Taehyung met your lips with enthusiasm. Wrapping your arms around him, you matched his pace, a small moan passing between the two of you as he pushed you back slightly. One of his hands held the small of your back as the other pressed against the back of your neck, the both of you holding the other so close. 

Sitting back, Taehyung stood so quickly that you had to laugh. He smiled at you as he held a hand out to you. Taking it, you allowed him to help you to your feet. Pulling you into the warmth of his arms as you stood, he started moving the two of you deeper into his apartment. Looking over your shoulder, you saw what could only be the door to his bedroom.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung’s voice pulled your attention back to him.

“Depends.” You cocked an eyebrow at him. In your mind, you had already planned and hoped this was where things were going to go when he’d asked you to come over. That’s why you’d worn the pretty black lace panties and bra under your seemingly low-key jeans and tee.

Stopping at your word, Taehyung looked at your questioningly. “On what?” He asked.

Smiling, you eyed him up and down before speaking again. “What do you want?”

“You.” He replied, without any hesitation.