olderbftaehyung! comes back home after a long day at work.
cw — age gap (DUH! reader is in her early thirties and taehyung is in his early forties), somnophilia, perverted old man taehyung who can’t keep his hands off you, black reader (don’t like? scroll), and a little dubcon (the tiniest bit. it’s only there if you REALLY squint).
olderbftaehyung! who would drag his feet against the floor upon arrival at your shared apartment with him. his eye bags dragging down his face while he slips off his loafers and takes in the sight of you—bonnet in disarray, drool slightly dribbling from the side of your mouth, your hair peeking from the back of your nape in curly cusps, body only covered by his old band tee and your baby blue panties that were making a small appearance from your parted legs— perched on the lounge black chair in blissful slumber. the warm light of the lamps littered around the living room illuminating your body in all its best.
olderbftaehyung! who’s eyes would soften around the corners. his mouth slowly pitching upwards at both ends in a soft smile as he watched your pitiful attempt at staying up for his arrival. ‘how cute’ he would think as he unbuttons his suit jacket with a newfound rigor and a slight scarlet flush coming to his cheeks. his tie would be yanked off in a sick desperation from just the sight of his sleeping beauty perched upon his most recent furniture purchase. both articles of clothing being thrown to the side to leave him in his dress shirt; which became untucked and unloosed under his ministrations.
olderbftaehyung! who’s hand would go up to run through his grey speckled hair in order to loosen it a tad from its taunt state. of course, he would triple check that the front door is locked and chained for he is the only one who deserves to see you in this state. his body language completely shifting into hints of desire and lust with his feet taking him closer and closer to you. his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lips as he couldn’t help but swiftly drop down to his knees—eyeing how his shirt just engulfs you in, even though you are fairly built.
olderbftaehyung! who is a nasty perverted old man. how he can’t help but want to devour you even when you’re sleeping. how he knows how deep of a sleeper you are as his big, sturdy hands go to grab your thighs and lift them onto his broad shoulders and spread out to reveal your panties fully. naturally, you shift subconsciously to be a bit more comfortable in this position that usually would have you attempting to close your legs back with a dark flush on your cheeks instead. this didn’t go unnoticed in his eyes and he took the chance to spread your legs out further.
olderbftaehyung! who doesn’t let his age get to him whenever he is worshipping you. who ignores the ache in his knees as he rolls up his sleeves in order to fully enjoy the skin on skin contact shared between you two. who ignores the whispers from his coworkers whenever you come around to drop off something. who would stare at them with an icy gaze and a tight lipped frown until they found something else to target their gossipy bits with.
olderbftaehyung! who would dive right in to mouthing your clothed cunt. a hearty groan leaving his mouth as he couldn’t help himself with sloppily making out with your heat. his nose bumping against your pubic hairs as he gets a long sniff of you in. he couldn’t help but chub up against the restriction of dress pants. who wouldn’t? you were just practically asking for it. who in their right mind would be laid out on display for their boyfriend if they didn’t want it?
olderbftaehyung! who would drench the panties in his saliva as he hungrily pushed his tongue against your covered folds. his finger coming from the side to gently push them apart. his drunken eyes peering up to watch tiny puffs and gasps leaving your mouth as you fidget against the chair. your head lulling to your other shoulder, your lips coming out into a pout and your hips couldn’t help but rock upwards softly in irregular motions.
olderbftaehyung! who couldn’t take anymore. who would reach towards the piece of clothing to rip them open, thus fully waking you up. “mmm.. tae? b-baby..?” you would drawl in your deepened, southern accent as you peered down at your boyfriend. your flushed state would only fuel him further as he yanked you closer to him. “hush up, darling. ‘m trying to enjoy a late night snack” he would rasp out before fully pinning your hips down and directly attaching his plush lips to your clit— boy, oh, boy. you can only grab at his dark locs and tug in preparation for what this night will entail as a long moan comes from the depths of your chest.
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