Pairing : Taehyung x fab reader
Summary : You and Taehyung have been good friends for a while, until you went and stupidly caught feelings for him.
Rating : Mature, definitely smutty, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, angst, might have missed something. Its quite long, and I don't mean the Kim Trousersnake.
You'd always been one of the boys, a constant in their boisterous camaraderie. But when Taehyung joined your group, something shifted.
His towering height cast long shadows that seemed to swallow you whole, his laughter a melody that seemed to echo through your soul.
His smile, a dazzling, sun-like affair, lit up the room and your heart in equal measure.
You found yourself drawn to him, your heart fluttering like a trapped bird whenever he glanced your way. His easy-going charm and infectious laughter made you feel at ease, a sense of comfort you'd never experienced before.
Yet, the realization that your feelings were misplaced was a heavy weight on your chest.
After all, you were just friends.
One day, as you were hanging out at the park, Taehyung playfully ruffled your hair, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of your skull.
You laughed, a sound that was both light and tinged with a hint of nervousness. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and for a moment, you thought you saw something else in them.
A hint of something more. But before you could decipher the meaning, he turned away, his attention drawn to something else.
Your heart sank. You knew you were being foolish. Taehyung was probably oblivious to your feelings, and you were just imagining things. But as you watched him interact with the others, a pang of jealousy shot through you.
The way he'd laugh at their jokes, the way he'd offer a comforting hand on their shoulders—it all felt so natural, so effortless. You couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt that way about you.
Knowing this was getting out of hand, you felt a wave of panic wash over you, a cold dread settling in the pit of your stomach.
You had to keep your distance, save face, and give yourself time to get over him.
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But being away from him hurt more than you ever thought it would.
The ache in your chest was a constant companion, a dull throb that intensified whenever you thought of him.
Your mind raced with a thousand different scenarios, each one more painful than the last. You imagined him with someone else, laughing and smiling, and a wave of jealousy washed over you.
Even after a few weeks of failed attempts at dating, nothing had worked for your one-sided crush, causing you more frustration.
It wasn't Taehyung's fault that you were crushing over him, and he would have been upset to know that you were hurt whenever he flirted with another woman.
Angry at yourself, you completely shut down, acting coldly towards him. You felt a pang of guilt as you watched his bewilderment, his confusion at your sudden change in behaviour.
Taehyung, ever the caring person, tried to get you to talk to him, but his attempts were met with indifference. Eventually, he became fed up and stopped trying.
The distance between you grew palpable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing day.
You missed the easy banter, the shared laughter, the comfort of his presence. But you knew that you had to keep your distance, for your own sake.
You tried to distract yourself with other things, but nothing seemed to work. You found yourself replaying old memories, reliving moments of happiness that now felt like distant dreams.
The longing in your heart grew stronger with each passing day, a constant ache that threatened to consume you.
Taehyung, growing increasingly frustrated with your silence, tried to reach out to you. He sent you messages, called your phone, and even left notes on your door.
But you ignored him all, your heart hardened against him. His persistence eventually turned to anger, a bitter resentment that replaced his initial concern.
He couldn't understand why you were treating him this way, especially when he had done nothing wrong.
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Jimin had begged you to come to Hoseok's birthday party, his persistence a testament to his friendship.
Not wanting to let him down, you'd reluctantly agreed, knowing full well that it would mean facing Taehyung, after all he lived with Hoseok.
The anticipation had been a heavy weight on your chest for days. Knowing you would be seeing him, you couldn't help but get dolled up, desperate to be seen as a woman rather than one of the boys.
You'd spent hours in front of the mirror, experimenting with different outfits and makeup looks. Finally, you'd settled on a black knee-length dress that showed off your figure, paired with a delicate necklace and matching earrings.
As you applied the final touches to your makeup, a sense of unease crept into your heart. What if he didn't notice you? What if he didn't care? The thought of being ignored filled you with a mix of sadness and anger.
Strapping on some heels, you looked in the mirror, feeling somewhat pleased with your appearance.
As you stepped into the apartment Hoseok and Taehyung shared, you felt a wave of dread wash over you.
The familiar scent of pizza boxes and old books wafted through the air, a bittersweet reminder of simpler times.
This was the last place you wanted to be, yet here you were, drawn in by a combination of guilt and a faint hope that something might change.
As you entered the room, a wave of noise and excitement washed over you. Your friends erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, their enthusiasm infectious.
You giggled, a blush settling on your cheeks, your heart racing in your chest.
Your eyes automatically searched out Taehyung, who only spared a brief glance in your direction. When his eyes met yours, your stomach did a little dance.
But his gaze was fleeting, his attention quickly returning to the woman sitting next to him.
A pang of jealousy shot through you, a sharp pain that pierced your chest. You watched them interact, his laughter echoing through the room, her eyes sparkling with admiration as her hand touched his leg.
It was a scene you'd witnessed countless times before, a reminder of your place in his life. A scoff escaped your lips, a bitter sound that echoed in your ears. Of course Taehyung would spend time talking to her.
You couldn't help but compare yourself to her, feeling inadequate and out of place. She was everything you weren't: beautiful, confident, and effortlessly charming.
You were just an average girl, a familiar face in the crowd. The doubt that you would never be enough for him gnawed at your self-esteem, a constant reminder of your shortcomings.
Jimin sauntered over, a drink in hand, his eyes flickering with concern. He handed it to you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
You accepted it with a tight-lipped smile, but as soon as the glass touched your lips, a sharp bitterness settled on your tongue.
Your face contorted slightly, a sour expression that you tried to hide before you tilted your head back, swallowing the drink in one go. The burn in your throat was both a comfort and a curse.
“Y/N, sweetheart, slow down,” Jimin’s voice is soft, almost pleading, as he gently takes the glass from your grip, his fingers brushing against yours. “We’ve got all night. There’s no rush.”
You sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on your chest like a heavy stone. “Sorry, Jimin,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just been a rough day. Got anything stronger? Like whiskey?”
His eyebrows shoot up, surprise flashing across his face. “Whiskey? Y/N, what happened today?” His voice is a mix of curiosity and concern. He hesitates for a moment before nodding toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s see what we’ve got.”
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Following him into the kitchen, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anxiety gnawing at your insides. Jimin rummages through the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and holding it up with a small, worried smile.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, studying your face closely as he hands you the bottle.
You nod, your hands trembling slightly as you pour a generous amount into the glass. The clink of ice cubes echoes in the quiet kitchen as you drop them in one by one.
You can feel Jimin’s eyes on you, watching every move, every slight tremor in your hands. You lift the glass to your lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, letting the warmth spread through your body.
The burn is intense, but it dulls the edge of your anxiety, if only for a moment.
Jimin’s eyebrows knit together as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s going on, Y/N?” he asks, his voice low and filled with concern. “You haven’t been yourself for a while now,” he says, his voice low and filled with concern.
“You’ve been distancing yourself from everyone. We’ve all noticed it especially Taehyung”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Closing your eyes, you try to push the tears back, but his words linger in your mind, heavy and suffocating. Here we go again.
Opening your eyes slowly, you meet his gaze, his face a picture of genuine worry. “I’m fine, Jimin,” you lie, the words feeling hollow and empty. “Don’t worry about me.” You force a smile, but it’s brittle, cracking at the edges.
He doesn’t buy it. Not for a second. “Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” The question hangs in the air, unexpected and heavy, and you feel your heart skip a beat, your breath catching in your throat.
You nearly choke on your drink, quickly lowering the glass as you sputter, “N-no! Why would you think that?” Your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and panic, and you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.
Instead, you focus on a random spot behind his head, anything to avoid the truth in his gaze.
Jimin lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Liar,” he murmurs, his tone gentle but firm. “Your mouth says one thing, but your eyes… they tell a different story.”
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve seen how you look at him, how you’ve been pulling away. You’ve turned into this… Ice Queen. Y/N, you’ve shut everyone out, and it’s hurting you. You can’t keep doing this. You need to talk to him.”
“I can’t.” The words come out in a broken whisper, your voice trembling as a tear slips down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, but Jimin sees it. Of course, he does. “I… I just can’t.”
Jimin’s hand reaches out, squeezing your shoulder with a gentleness that makes your heart ache even more. “You need to tell him, Y/N. Keeping it all inside… it’s only hurting you more.”
You shake your head, the very thought filling you with dread. “No, Jimin. There’s no point. He doesn’t see me that way. He never will. I can’t bear the thought of him looking at me with pity. I’d rather keep pretending, keep this wall up, than face that kind of rejection. It’s better like this. I’ll be fine. I just… need to get over it.”
Jimin’s eyes soften, but there’s a frustrated edge to his voice as he speaks again. “You’re being so stupid, Y/N. You’re torturing yourself for no reason. It’s so obvious to everyone except you two.” He lets out a bitter laugh, taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving your face.
"What do you—?" you begin, but the sound of approaching footsteps stops you cold. The air seems to thicken as Taehyung walks in, his tall frame filling the doorway.
The moment he sees you, a flicker of surprise crosses his face, and his eyes shift between you and Jimin, lingering a little too long on you.
"What are you guys up to?" he asks, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity. His gaze falls to the bottle of whiskey in front of you, and his brows knit together in confusion.
"Is that whiskey?" His voice drops slightly, the surprise clear—he knows you only drink it when things are really bad.
“Yeah,” Jimin replies smoothly, his tone light despite the tension that’s suddenly crackling in the room.
“Y/N's having a rough day… I need to speak to Yoongi about something. Maybe you can cheer her up,” he suggests, flashing Taehyung a quick smile before heading for the door.
Your heart lurches. Panic grips you as you turn to Jimin, silently pleading for him to stay, to not leave you alone in this unbearable moment. But he just smirks at you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as he steps out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with Taehyung.
The moment the door clicks shut, the atmosphere shifts. You can feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, intense and unyielding, as if he’s trying to read the turmoil inside you.
Your heart pounds in your chest, the sound almost deafening in your ears. You drop your gaze to the drink in your hand, your fingers gripping the glass so tightly your knuckles turn white.
The ice cubes clink against the glass, a stark contrast to the silence that’s settled between you two.
'Please, just leave' you silently beg, your mind racing, every nerve in your body on edge. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, and you can feel the weight of his presence, the heat radiating from his body.
Taehyung’s frown deepens, his expression a mix of concern and something else—something you can’t quite place. He moves closer, his movements slow, cautious, as if he’s afraid you might shatter if he gets too close.
Then, without saying a word, he pulls out the chair Jimin had vacated and sits down beside you.
The proximity is overwhelming; the scent of his cologne—fresh and woodsy—fills your senses, stirring memories that you’ve tried so hard to bury.
You take a shaky sip of your drink, trying to steady your trembling hands, but the liquid feels like lead sliding down your throat, doing nothing to soothe the turmoil inside you.
The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, every second that passes amplifying the tension. Taehyung’s gaze never wavers, his eyes boring into you, searching for answers you’re not ready to give.
His jaw is set, the muscles in his neck tight, and you can see the frustration building in his eyes, though he’s trying to hide it.
Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice low and laced with concern.
“Are you really not going to talk to me?”
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His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw vulnerability in his voice almost breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.
But you can’t. You can’t let him in, can’t let yourself be that exposed. You remain silent, your lips pressed into a thin line, afraid that if you speak, everything will come tumbling out.
Come on, Y/N, say something, anything. But you can’t. The fear is too great. The fear of rejection, of seeing pity in his eyes, keeps your mouth sealed shut.
Suddenly, Taehyung moves. His large hands grab the back of your chair, and with a quick, forceful motion, he swivels it around to face him.
The suddenness of it startles you, and a bit of your drink splashes onto your chest, the cold liquid soaking into your shirt.
You gasp, your eyes widening as you look up at him, heart pounding against your ribs.
He’s close—so close you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the worry etched in the lines of his forehead, the tension in his clenched jaw.
His face is just inches from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, can hear the slight hitch in his breath as he looks at you with a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something that makes your stomach flip.
"Why are you having a bad day?" Taehyung’s voice is soft but insistent, his tone laced with genuine concern. He leans back in his seat, legs spread wide in that effortlessly confident way he always does.
Your eyes betray you for a split second, roving over his posture before you quickly snap them away, mentally scolding yourself. Control yourself, Y/N.
The alcohol starts to work its way through your system, spreading warmth through your veins.
The edges of your anxiety begin to blur as the buzz takes hold, dulling the sharpness of your thoughts. But even as it soothes, it doesn’t quiet the storm inside you.
"It doesn't matter. I'll be fine," you reply, trying to brush him off, your voice betraying a weariness that you can’t quite hide.
You run your index finger around the rim of your glass, the motion almost hypnotic, and you notice Taehyung’s eyes following the movement.
He sighs, the sound heavy with frustration and something deeper that you can’t quite name.
“Do you hate me?” he asks quietly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. There’s an edge to his words, a vulnerability that catches you off guard. It makes you look up at him in surprise, your heart skipping a beat.
“I don’t hate you,” you murmur, your voice unsteady as you swallow, the lump in your throat returning with a vengeance. You look away again, your gaze falling to the glass in your hand.
The weight of his question lingers, hanging in the air between you. You don’t know how to answer, don’t know how to explain the tangled mess of emotions inside you.
All you know is how much you hate the distance that’s grown between you, how much you long to close the gap, to bury yourself in his arms and pretend, just for a moment, that everything is okay.
“Y/N, look at me,” he urges gently, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The intensity in his dark eyes pulls you in, setting your pulse racing. The way he looks at you—it’s like he’s searching for something, something you’re not sure you’re ready to give.
“I don’t hate you,” you repeat, the words coming out firmer this time, but they feel insufficient, inadequate. You wish you could say more, but you’re terrified of what might spill out if you let yourself be honest. “You know I don’t.”
"Then what happened? Please, tell me what I did to make you… like this, with me?" Taehyung’s voice cracks slightly, a raw edge of hurt threading through his words.
He gestures between the two of you, his expression pained, and it feels like a knife twisting in your chest.
You steel yourself, trying to gather the courage you need to face him. Taking a deep breath, you slowly lift your gaze to meet his, but the weight of the truth feels too heavy on your tongue.
"You didn’t do anything. It’s me… it’s just… complicated," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, weak even to your own ears.
He leans forward, his eyes pleading. "Try me," he urges softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten even more.
Shame washes over you, and you shift uncomfortably, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I’m embarrassed," you admit, the confession slipping out before you can stop it.
He looks at you, genuinely puzzled. "About what?"
Your heart hammers against your ribs, your mouth suddenly dry. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, a nervous habit you can’t seem to shake.
His eyes track the movement, darkening slightly before he meets your gaze again.
"It doesn’t matter," you murmur, the words coming out in a rush as you desperately search for a way to change the subject.
A sharp pang of jealousy twists in your gut as you remember the woman who was with him earlier.
"Your date is probably waiting for you," you add bitterly, rising from your seat and heading over to the ice box, more to escape his gaze than because you need the ice.
"Date?" He sounds genuinely confused, and you can hear the scrape of his chair against the floor as he pushes it back.
You grit your teeth, struggling with the stubborn lid of the ice box. "That supermodel who was all over you," you say, the bitterness lacing your voice betraying more than you intended.
The image of her clinging to him, her perfect smile, her effortless beauty—it’s been gnawing at you ever since you saw them together.
A low chuckle escapes him, the sound both surprising and infuriating. You stiffen as you hear him move closer, the warmth of his body radiating toward you as he stops just behind you.
“Y/N,” he says softly, his voice much closer now. You can feel the heat of his chest as it brushes against your back, his presence overwhelming.
His hands gently cover yours, helping you pry the stubborn lid off the ice box. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you struggle to keep your breathing steady.
You stand there, frozen, as his hands linger over yours for a moment longer than necessary.
His breath fans against the side of your neck, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to melt into him, not to let yourself lean back into the comfort and security of his embrace.
But the walls you’ve built around your heart hold firm, even as they begin to crack under the pressure of his proximity.
"Look at me, Y/N." Taehyung’s voice drops an octave, deep and compelling, sending a shiver down your spine.
His hands find your hips, warm and firm, as he gently turns you around to face him. The world narrows down to just the two of you, the close proximity making your heart pound wildly in your chest.
He tilts your chin up with a single finger, his touch light but insistent, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your breath hitches as your eyes lock onto his, the intensity in them making your pulse race.
You can’t help but flick your eyes down to his lips, the proximity tempting you in ways you’ve fought so hard to resist.
"I'm right here. So tell me," he urges, his voice low and steady, filled with a quiet patience that only makes your turmoil worse.
But you can’t. The words are trapped in your throat, tangled with fear and uncertainty.
You shake your head, unable to break the silence. His expression remains unreadable, and the weight of your unspoken confession hangs heavy between you.
He sighs, a deep, weary sound, and nods sadly, as if resigning himself to your silence.
"Suit yourself," he says, the disappointment in his voice slicing through you like a blade. He steps away, the sudden distance between you making your chest tighten painfully. He turns to leave, and the cold emptiness that his absence would bring feels unbearable.
"Taehyung!" The word bursts from your lips before you can stop it, and you reach out, grabbing his arm.
Your touch is desperate, clinging, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead, he stands there, his back to you, and it feels like the world is slipping away.
You lean your head against his back, the warmth of him grounding you even as your emotions swirl in chaos.
"I need time," you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just need time… to get over it."
He stays silent for a moment, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his shoulders stiffen at your words.
"Get over what?" he asks softly, his voice gentle, almost afraid to hear the answer. He doesn’t turn around, as if he knows that facing you would only make you withdraw further.
You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from your chest.
The word hovers on the tip of your tongue, terrifying in its simplicity.
"You," you finally whisper, the confession slipping out so quietly it’s almost lost in the space between you.
But he hears it. You feel the way his body goes rigid, the way his breath catches. The silence that follows is suffocating, the weight of your admission hanging in the air like a dark cloud.
You want to take it back, to swallow the words and pretend you never said them, but it’s too late. They’re out there now, raw and exposed, and there’s no taking them back.
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At that moment, the door to the kitchen swings open, and a group of guests bursts in, their laughter and chatter filling the room.
They’re oblivious to the tension hanging thick in the air, their only concern the drinks they’re searching for.
Taehyung turns slowly, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and something deeper, something you’re too terrified to name.
Your heart is lodged in your throat, pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. Every nerve in your body is on edge, waiting—dreading—whatever he might say next.
But he doesn’t speak. He just stares at you, his expression unreadable, and the silence stretches on, suffocating you.
You can feel the heat rising to your face, your skin prickling with embarrassment as the other guests move around you, completely unaware of the emotional storm raging between you and Taehyung.
You swallow hard, wishing with every fibre of your being that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole, anything to escape the intensity of his gaze, the weight of what you’ve just confessed hanging in the air between you.
Humiliated and desperate to escape, you turn on your heel and leave the kitchen. Your mind is a blur, thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess.
You don’t even realize that instead of heading toward the living room, you’ve been dragged down the corridor.
Before you can process what’s happening, you’re gently ushered into Taehyung’s room, the door closing softly behind you both.
You whirl around, ready to demand an explanation, but the words die on your lips as Taehyung suddenly closes the distance between you, his soft lips pressing against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away.
It’s brief, just a brush of lips, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire body. He pulls back, his eyes searching yours, gauging your reaction. All you can do is stare at him, dumbfounded.
“Did you just kiss me?” you blurt out, blinking at him in disbelief. The room feels like it’s spinning, and you’re not sure if it’s from the shock or the residual effects of the whiskey.
Taehyung’s eyes dance with humor, a small, playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Isn’t that what you wanted to do?” he asks, one eyebrow quirking up in that teasing way that always made your heart flutter.
Your eyes widen in surprise. “I—do you even like me like that?” The words come out in a squeak, your voice betraying the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
His expression softens, the teasing giving way to something more serious, more earnest. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s holding back a bigger smile.
“Do you need me to show you?” he murmurs, leaning in closer until his forehead rests gently against yours. His eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you wonder if this is all just a dream, if he’s just playing with you.
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But before you can say anything, before you can question the reality of what’s happening, Taehyung dips his head again, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s slow and soft, deliberate in its tenderness.
The warmth of his lips against yours sends a cascade of butterflies erupting in your belly, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest.
A soft whimper escapes your lips as you give in, allowing Taehyung to deepen the kiss.
His tongue meets yours, and the sensation sends a wave of tingles through your entire body.
When he moans softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth, he pulls you closer, your bodies flush against each other.
The intensity of the kiss leaves you both breathless as he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours.
"Was that enough of an answer for you?" he murmurs with a smirk, his thumb gently stroking over your bottom lip. Before you can second-guess yourself, a surge of boldness takes over, surprising both him and yourself.
You part your lips slightly and take his thumb into your mouth, your tongue brushing against it as you suck gently. His breath hitches, his chest rising sharply as he inhales deeply.
His eyes darken with a mix of surprise and desire, and you can see the effect you’re having on him.
"Fuck" he breathes out, eyes glued to your mouth.
He grabs you by the waist catching you by surprise, dropping you on to the bed and causing you to squeal.
He captures your lips again, slowly leaning against his headboard, and pulling you on to his lap. His body was already on fire just from kissing you, how he had wanted to do this for so long with you.
Your lips slowly trail heated kisses along his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure "Y/N" the hard ridge of hic cock, pushes against your clothed pussy, you moan softly in his ear from the friction.
His cock hardens even more from the sweet sounds, desperate to hear more. Trailing his large warm hands from your hips down to your ass, he grips the round globes tightly, groaning.
"Fuck baby" he murmurs, as he kisses you deeply, his breath shuddering as you start to rock against his hardened length, pussy throbbing with need.
Panting, you pull away from the kiss, a slight smirk plays on your lips, as you reach for his belt. "Do you want me?" you ask hesitantly.
Taehyung bites his lip, eyes hooded with desire, thrusting his hips upwards pushing his erection into you, as if to remind you how hard he is. "Please!" he whimpers with need. The desire making his brain hazy.
The metallic clink as you unbuckle it seems to resonate around the room. His warm gaze holds your eyes captive, making you unable to look away.
Your hands tremble slightly as you undo the button at his waistband before slowly pulling the zip down. Taehyung watches in anticipation, he tongue darting out to lick his lips, aching for your touch. The throbbing in his tip becoming almost painful.
Slipping your hand inside, you feel the heat from his erection through his boxers, the fabric already a little damp from his pre-cum. "You're so hard" you whisper.
His head falls back, a guttural groan slips from him when you grip his thick length through the cotton.
"Can I suck you off?" you ask, to which Taehyung swears he almost explodes in his boxers like a teenager.
"Yes!" he almost rushes out desperately.
Wasting no time, you grip the waistband of his jeans and pull down, taking his boxers with them.
His cock, hard and heavy springs out, tip engorged and reddened. It's larger than you could have ever imagined, and you begin to wonder if you are taking more than you can handle.
He watches you with half-lidded eyes, as you lie on your front, swallowing harshly, he waits to feel your mouth on him.
Taking the velvet hardness into your hand, you slowly place butterfly kisses along his shaft.
He groans in pleasure at the sensation of your soft lips kissing him, “Y/N...” is all he can manage to say.
Wanting to get a better view, he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail around his fist holding it gently as you lick all along the underneath, reaching his tip and tasting the salty pre-cum that had beaded there before slowly taking just the tip and sucking.
His hips buck upwards slightly as you slide your mouth further down his thickness, stopping when you can't go any further without gagging.
He groans softly trying to stay still, as you tease him, taking him in half way before stopping and sliding your mouth back up.
You keep doing that a few more times, until he calls your name and gently pushes your shoulders gasping harshly. "I don't want to cum yet".
He takes a moment to collect himself, he grips the base of himself tightly.
Then he flips you on to your back with a smirk, crawling his way down your body, your black dress bunched at your hips. "I think it's my turn now" he says with a devilish smirk.
His hand slowly trails up your soft thighs, his lips following with kisses and little nibbles here and there, you can feel the dampness collecting in between your legs.
Reaching up to your panties, in one he pulls them down, discarding them over his shoulder.
His eyes land on your wet pussy and nods in appreciation, which causes you to blush. Taking his time, he slowly kisses his way all over, teasing. "Taehyung...." you call out in frustration.
He quirks an eyebrow with a smirk, knowing full well the effect it was having on you. Thankfully, he doesn't make you wait long before he trails his tongue in one lick all along your slit.
You gasp in pleasure and grab his soft hair, when he takes your clit and sucks it in his mouth. "Oh shit!" your eyes roll backwards, and he begins to lick at you like a man starved for days. The heat pools into your stomach quickly, your orgasm quickly approaching.
"Taehyung!" you almost plead, reaching out, to grab his forearm.
"Come for me baby" he murmurs, slipping a long finger inside you as he sucks on your clit.
Your thighs begin to shake, and you let of soft high pitched moans, that Taehyung swears he'll remember forever. He helps you ride out your high until you gently push him off from overstimulation.
He lifts himself up, reaching for the hem of your dress and helping you take it off. In one swift motion he discards the rest of his own clothes. His body was toned and perfect.
Pressing forward, he grips himself rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. "You ready?" he asks, hesitating.
"Just fuck me already" you whine causing him to chuckle.
"So impatient Y/N" he teases.
"I think I've waited long enough" you point out.
Taehyung lubricates himself in your wetness, groaning from the sensation, he does that a few times before letting the tip catch in your entrance. He pushing forward slowly sinking in you, your nails dig into his back as you feel his large length forcing you to stretch out.
"You good?" he whispers against your cheek, checking your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod, "Yeah, I'm good"
He nods, slowly pulling out, dragging his cock against your pussy walls, before slowly thrusting back in. "Fuck you feel so good" he grunts. "Pussy's so tight"
He can't believe he's inside you, as your warm velvet walls envelop him, he worries he won't last long with how good you feel.
Your face flushes as you feel him fill your pussy up, he’s so thick forcing you to stretch around him. He picks up his pace, sitting back a bit so he can watch himself fuck you, sucking his thumb, he brings it to your clit, rubbing the little nub in slow circles.
"Oh my god, Taehyung" you moan arching your back.
"Mmmm you like that? Like the way I fuck you?" he chuckles darkly. "Look at this pussy swallowing my cock, you're doing so well."
The dirty talk spills from his mouth, turning you on even more. "Fuck, yes! I love it! You feel so big!" you pant, pussy clenching around him.
He groans "God, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last" He grips your hips tightly, picking up his speed.
The tingles reappear, stronger this time. Without warning hot waves of pleasure wash over you, he helps you to ride it. "That's it, cum all over my cock, good girl" all you can do is cling to him as he fucks you through it, your thighs trembling.
Pulling out of your tightness, he thrusts back into you deeply, making you grunt. His balls tighten, abs tense, then his own orgasm rips through him violently. He
Burying his face into the crook of your neck he lets go. Pure, raw, pleasure fills his senses as his warm cum spills into you.
You both lay like that, hear rates returning to normal. He slowly pulls out of you, grimacing a little from the oversensitivity.
Standing up, Taehyung grabs a towel, returning to you with a tenderness that makes your heart swell.
Once he's cleaned you up, he quickly cleans himself up, tossing the towel carelessly onto the floor. Without missing a beat, he flops back down on the bed, reaching out an arm to pull you into his embrace.
You settle against him, feeling the warmth of his body as he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, then another on your forehead.
The sweet, simple gestures make you smile softly up at him. You lift your hand, brushing your fingers along the curve of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that makes him so distinctly Taehyung.
"I'm sorry I avoided you," you say quietly.
His eyes soften as he looks at you, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry you thought I wouldn’t like you back," he replies, his voice gentle but firm, as if he’s determined to erase any lingering doubts you might have.
You swallow, the words you’ve been holding back finally bubbling to the surface. "I really want to be with you," you admit, suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable for saying it out loud.
Taehyung’s smile widens, his eyes lighting up with a joy that makes your heart flutter. "Good," he says, the word filled with certainty. "Because I want to be with you too."
A giggle escapes you. "I guess we have some time to make up for," you tease, your laughter bubbling up as the reality of this moment settles in.
"Mmmmm care for round two?", he whispers in your ear as you feel him hardening against your leg.
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