#edytae

“Taehyung…” You complained. “You said this would be quick!” Your ass shook in Taehyung’s hands. 

His eyes met yours. He was as frustrated as you were. “Don’t rush me.” He commanded. His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. You gasped, your body jerking involuntarily at the sudden contact, a mixture of surprise and pleasure shooting through you. His hand lingered, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as his dark eyes met yours in the mirror.

“What have—” Your animated voice filled Taehyung’s ears before he gave you another smack. This time on the other cheek.

Your breath hitched as the pain spread. Taehyung's fingers traced slow, lazy circles over the reddened skin where he had just spanked you. He wanted to get on his knees and kiss the bruised skin, but if he went down now, he knew you would complain ten times more.

“I wanna eat your ass so bad…” He slurred.

Your body peeked, “You can’t!” You immediately opposed, but Taehyung’s hooded eyes looked at you beggingly. “Taehyung, we can’t do that here. Later, okay?” 

There was no way you could let Taehyung get on his knees in this filthy frat house bathroom.

Taehyung felt his eyes fill with tears. Would it be too dramatic if he cried?

“Promise me?” He asked sternly.

You nodded while his hands grabbed fistfuls of your ass. 

Your agreement brought a smile back to Taehyung’s lips as he continued kissing you. His lips mostly focused on your neck as he pressed your back to his chest.,

“Shh!” He cooed every time your back arched. “Keep that ass moving…” He reminded when your hips got tired. 

A frustrated whimper escaped your lips, but Taehyung didn’t let up. His hips pressed against you with purpose, each slow grind pushing you closer to the edge, teasing you just enough to keep you craving more. He smirked against your skin, knowing exactly what he was doing.

You tried to keep up, to keep moving your hips as he wanted, but the overwhelming pleasure made it hard to focus. Your breaths came out in shaky gasps, your hands gripping the sink so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Taehyung,” you whimpered, your voice strained with desperation. “I can’t… I’m so close…”

“Not yet,” he growled softly, his tone both firm and reassuring. His hands slid up your sides, one of them slipping under your shirt to grasp your breast, squeezing gently. "You're going to hold out for me."

“Taehyung…” you whispered; your voice barely audible but thick with desire. “I can feel how hard you are… it's driving me crazy.”

His reaction was immediate. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath warm and ragged. “Is that turning you on, baby?” he murmured, his tone smug but laced with the same arousal coursing through you.

Your body responded instinctively, pressing back against him, craving more of the heat, more of the friction. “So much,” you confessed, your breath catching as his hardness rubbed against you with every subtle movement. “I need you so bad, Taehyung… I can't take it anymore.”

He chuckled softly, his hips grinding slowly into you, making sure you felt every inch of him. “I can tell,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You're soaking wet for me, baby. I can feel that too.” His words sent another wave of heat through you, and you let out a soft whimper, pushing your hips back harder in response. 

His calm demeanour was maddening, but the way he looked at you—his gaze dark, intense, and filled with hunger—made you want to give yourself over to him completely. His grip on you was firm, possessive.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel too good on my dick," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. The slow drag of his hardness of jeans between your slick folds had you trembling. His fingers dug into your hips as he controlled the rhythm, ensuring you felt every inch of him with each torturous grind.

You whimpered, your body aching for more, but Taehyung was in no rush. His eyes stayed locked on yours through the mirror, watching every flicker of desperation and need that passed over your face. "Tell me what you want, baby," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

"I want you inside me," you pleaded breathlessly, your voice shaking as your hips bucked back against him. "Please, Taehyung… I can't wait anymore."

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he adjusted his stance behind you. He guided himself to your entrance, teasing you with the tip, not yet giving you what you craved. He was drawing it out, savouring every second of your impatience. "You want it that bad?" he asked, his tone taunting but thick with his own barely contained need.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible. "Please, I need it."

Without another word, Taehyung decided it was enough. He pulled down his boxers to let his dick sprung out. He didn’t waste time to take your underwear off. He pulled the string to the side.

Taehyung’s cock teased you mercilessly, his tip resting just below your entrance, slipping between your slick folds but never quite where you needed him. The sensation had your nerves on edge, and frustration bubbled inside you with every passing second.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Letting go of the sink, you turned your head slightly to glare at him through the mirror, your fingers reaching back to squeeze his arms tightly. His smirk only grew, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, but you were past caring about teasing or games.

“Taehyung,” you hissed, your eyes blazing with frustration and arousal. “Stop messing around.”

He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes locking onto yours in the mirror, the cocky glint in them never wavering. “Oh?” he asked, his tone smug as he continued to press his tip against your folds, refusing to move forward. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the overwhelming desire mixing with annoyance. You wanted him now—no more teasing, no more waiting. You pushed back harder against him, grinding your hips in a futile attempt to get what you so desperately craved, but Taehyung only chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you writhed against him.

Your eyes narrowed, a sly grin curling on your lips as you met Taehyung’s gaze in the mirror. The tension between you both was electric, every nerve in your body screaming for him, but you knew how to get under his skin. If he wanted to play games, you could play them better.

"Maybe I should go find Namjoon," you said with a slow, deliberate tone, watching his reaction closely. "He’s been trying to impress me for days." You shifted your hips again, grinding back against Taehyung’s cock just to drive the point home.

Taehyung’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, his grip on your waist tightening possessively. 

His eyes darkened as he harshly pulled you closer, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You think Namjoon could handle you the way I do?" he growled softly, his voice dripping with jealousy and arousal. "Think again, baby."

You hummed softly, pretending to consider it, teasing him further. "He’s been so sweet lately… I’m sure he would fuck me when I ask him to."

The words had barely left your mouth when Taehyung’s hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. His expression was no longer playful; it was dark, dangerous, and dripping with territorial lust. "You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

You smiled, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him. "Then make me stay," you challenged, your voice daring, eyes blazing with desire. "Please…"

Without hesitation, Taehyung’s body moved with raw determination. He shifted, aligning himself with your entrance, and in one swift, possessive motion, he thrust deep inside you. 

The sudden, intense fullness made you gasp, your body arching in response. Your body slipped between his arms as you tried to ground yourself in between pleasure and pain. 

Taehyung cursed, “Fuck! Baby, you okay?” He felt your raw insides clench sporadically around him.

Your breath hitched, your knuckles going white as you gripped the sink for stability. The sudden intensity left you trembling, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you, but you managed a shaky nod. "I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice was barely audible. "Just... don't start."

"Take your time, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing as he watched your reflection in the mirror. "Your bratty mouth caught me off guard. I didn’t mean to push you too hard."

Taehyung noticed the way you tensed, feeling the tight clench of your muscles around him. He realized he had been too intense, too eager. Gently, he slowed his movements, pulling out almost completely before easing back in with deliberate care. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you with a softer touch, allowing you to adjust at your own pace.

You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as he gave you space to adjust. The gradual pace allowed you to feel every inch of him more comfortably, and you began to clench around him repeatedly, adjusting to the rhythm that suited you. Each time you tightened around him, Taehyung let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening in response to the sensation.

You chuckled deeply, “I love it.” Another breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I love how much you stretch me. And… ah– how deep you go.”

Taehyung's breath hitched at your words, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt the way you responded to him. His movements became even more deliberate, his hands caressing your hips with a tender but firm grip.

"Is that so?" he murmured; his voice rough with desire. He could feel the way you clung to him, the way your body seemed to crave every inch of him. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it."

You began to clench around him repeatedly, adjusting to the rhythm that suited you. Each time you tightened around him, Taehyung let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening in response to the sensation.

"That's it," he encouraged softly, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. "Just like that. You're doing so good."

He thrusted slowly; each motion calculated to maximize the pleasure for both of you. 

Your laughter and moans echoing through the sink were music to his ears, driving him to move in a way that would keep you completely satisfied. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, guiding you to meet each of his thrusts, ensuring that you felt every bit of his length.

“How’s that?” He asked. 

You pouted, a playful edge to your voice as you managed to say, “Mhmhm, more to the right please.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicked to where you were, his smirk returning as he caught the hint of your need. He adjusted his angle, shifting his hips slightly to the right, aiming to hit the spot that you wanted.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice laced with teasing curiosity as he pressed forward with a bit more precision.

“Now, towards a bit left.” You asked, shaking your ass a tiny bit.

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he heard your playful demand. He shifted his angle to the left slightly, his movements smooth and controlled. “Like this?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he adjusted his thrusts.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watched his reflection. “Hmm, a bit more to the left,” you teased, your voice filled with playful authority. “You’re getting warmer.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed with a mix of amusement and challenge. He complied, shifting his angle slightly, his thrusts precise and calculated as he sought to hit the spot you craved. “Better?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

What was a little teasing game had actually turned true when you moaned loudly when Taehyung found the spot. 

Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt you moan loudly, a sign that he had finally hit the mark. The sound of your pleasure spurred him on.

“Found it, huh?” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You cried out of pleasure. How could he find a spot that didn’t exist a few moments ago?

You nodded vigorously, your head resting against the cold sink. “Yes, right there,” you gasped.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with a mix of triumph and desire as he heard your cries of pleasure. The way you responded to his movements only fuelled his passion further. With a confident smirk, he pulled out almost completely, savouring the sensation of being so deeply connected with you.

Then, with a deliberate and measured thrust, he pushed back in, aiming for that spot that made you gasp and moan with such intensity. The slow, deliberate motion allowed him to feel every inch of you, heightening both of your sensations.

You gripped the sink tighter, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he continued to find and maintain that sweet spot inside you. Each thrust was calculated to keep you on the edge, ensuring that the pleasure built steadily and intensely.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding you in sync with his movements, while trying to hold you up. “Like that?” he asked, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction and desire.

That’s perfect.” you managed to breath out, your voice trembling with both pleasure and the effort to stay upright. “Keep it up and I’ll–”

Taehyung’s rhythm grew steadier and more purposeful, his thrusts deliberate as he kept hitting that exact spot. Taehyung snickered, “You will cum, baby?” 

Taehyung’s rhythm grew steadier and more purposeful. With, each thrust precise as he kept hitting that exact spot that drove you wild. The intensity of the pleasure was almost overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your moans blending with the pounding music from the party downstairs.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and the sound of your pleasure filled the small, cramped bathroom. Taehyung's movements were relentless, and the friction between you was making you both lose control. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel the waves of your impending climax crashing over you.

Just as you were on the verge of losing yourself completely, the sound of a knock on the door startled both of you. The sudden interruption made you stiffen, and Taehyung’s thrusts faltered for a moment.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Namjoon’s voice came through the door, filled with curiosity. The knock was followed by a second, more insistent one.

As the knock on the door echoed through the cramped bathroom, your panic surged. You pulled yourself upright, desperately glancing at Taehyung through the mirror. His demeanour was surprisingly composed, a stark contrast to your own frantic state. His eyes, though, reflected a calm resolve, as if he were completely unperturbed by the situation.

You turned back to face him, your eyes pleading. You needed him to stop, to make sure Namjoon didn’t discover what was happening. Your body trembled with a mix of arousal and worry, and you could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest. The urgency in your gaze was unmistakable.

Taehyung's expression remained steady as he assessed your distress. Without hesitation, he placed a firm hand over your mouth, his fingers pressing gently but effectively to stifle any sounds you might make. 

“Y/N, are you there?” Namjoon’s voice came through the door again, this time with more concern. The sound of the second, more insistent knock heightened the tension in the room.

“Yeah?” Taehyung replied casually, his voice steady, though his eyes were filled with mischief.

Namjoon paused for a second, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling inside the small bathroom. “Taehyung? Have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her.”

Taehyung's smirk grew wider as he pulled yourself tighter against him, grinding into you as his hands grabbed one of your tits. 

Your teeth dug into his palm. His warm hands on your breasts were unacceptable. He knew how sensitive tits you got, and he regularly used that. He mimicked a mock pout for you. Despite his bullying, his thrusts had stopped.

You shook your head to the sides, signalling Taehyung to answer.

“Nah, haven’t seen her in a while. Why?” he said, his tone playful, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He fully pulled out, rubbed his tip to your entrance.

Namjoon’s voice came through the door again, more insistent this time. “I was actually thinking of asking Y/N if she wanted me to walk her home. It’s getting late, and I wanted to make sure she gets back safely.”

Taehyung’s laughter came out low and smooth, his amusement evident. His hands remained firmly on your body, though he had paused his movements. He seemed completely unfazed by the situation, finding the whole thing rather amusing.

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Taehyung said, his voice carrying a tone of casual dismissal. With that he pushed himself into you in one smooth go. You cried into his hand over your mouth. His stretch was delicious. He felt you tight grip on him as he continued to speak. “I bet Y/N’s already in bed. It’s a weekday. Probably wouldn’t want to get up now.”

As you looked up at him, your gaze met his in the mirror. His eyes, dark and intense, held a glint of mischief and confidence that made your heart race. The contrast between his calm demeanour and the fervent pleasure you were experiencing was almost too much to handle.

The low timbre of Taehyung’s voice sent shivers down your spine. It was smooth, deep, and incredibly alluring. You were also captivated by how handsome he looked; his features highlighted by the dim light of the bathroom.

His jawline was chiselled and sharp, the kind of jawline that made your fingers itch to trace its contours. His hair, tousled and slightly damp, fell in dark, seductive waves that framed his face just perfectly.

The blend of his alluring voice and his captivating appearance made it nearly impossible for you to think of anything else. You were completely absorbed by him that you clenched around Taehyung involuntarily. 

 His brow arched in a mix of surprise and satisfaction as he felt the heightened pressure. His grip on your face tightened, his fingers pressing against your skin with a commanding touch. 

Unable to resist the urge, you pushed your back slightly against him, seeking more of the delicious pressure. The movement made your knees feel weak as Taehyung's dick plunged deeper inside you, hitting new, sensitive spots that sent shivers up your spine. 

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” He said to your ear. His voice was very low, impossible to be heard anyone but you.

You shook your head in agreement, but your hips had mind of their own. 

While you fucked yourself on his dick, you continued to beg him with your eyes. His hand pressed into your mouth more. He assumed it would intimidate you, but his fingers near your lips were a blessing for you. 

You would love to suck them if he let you. 

To address your worried but careless demeanour, Taehyung abandoned his previous grasp on your breasts and instead brought your wrists together behind your back. His hold was firm and unyielding, effectively subduing you and leaving you at his mercy. The sudden shift in position disrupted your balance, rendering you entirely vulnerable to his control.

As you tried to regain your composure, the friction of your movements produced unmistakable noises despite the party still going on downstairs. 

“What’re you doing in there, Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice was now laced with suspicion, clearly disturbed by the sounds emanating from the small room.

Your body froze in his hands.

“Some careless girl dumped her alcohol on me. Got all of my clothes wet. I’m gonna take a shower if you let me.” Taehyung pointedly said. 

“Whatever!” There was a brief silence, and then Namjoon’s footsteps retreated, the sound of the loud party music filled the bathroom.

Taehyung turned his full attention back to you, his expression a mix of amusement and mock irritation. “You wanted us to get caught?” he asked, his tone light but with an underlying edge. He released your covered mouth.

You looked up at him, trying to catch your breath. “No, of course not,” you managed to say, your voice breathless. “I didn’t expect him to come knocking like that.”

Taehyung wiped and gently wrapped his fingers around your neck, his touch surprisingly tender. “You got so tight, baby. You liked fucking me when he was out?” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “Dirty girl…”

You met his gaze, your eyes conveying a mix of apology and desire. “Ah, don’t act like you would love it for him to watch this!” you murmured, feeling the intensity of the moment.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and a hint of something darker as he processed your words. He spoke, his voice low and sultry, “I would love if Namjoon knew you were here with me.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, each word dripping with a provocative edge. He pushed his knee between your legs and pushed your legs apart. 

With your legs more opened, he was able to give you fuller thrusts. “I wouldn’t mind him knowing. “But” he added, his tone shifting to one of possessive intensity. 

He gave a particularly deep stroke and let your head fall on his shoulder “I don’t want anyone to see you like this…” Taehyung hiss when your knees buckled. Thankfully, he had an iron grip on your wrists.

“You’re like my little pornstar… Look at that face! Fuck.” He watched your face crumble in pleasure while trying to maintain a pout. 

Taehyung’s grip on you tightened as he continued his rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate. His eyes never left your face, observing every shiver and moan that escaped you. “Don’t pout, baby.” he encouraged softly, his voice a mix of tenderness and raw need. “Come on… Remind me of how pretty you look when you cum.”

You listened to him despite all the protest. You knew he could get you to that sweet orgasm high. And after all of this teasing, you deserved it. 

“I can cum?” You asked. 

Taehyung nodded, “Yes, baby…You can ride my face if you can get yourself to squirt.” His sinister laugh filled your ears. 

You would love that. Both squirting all over him and riding his face. You ground your hips back against him, throwing him off rhythm.

Taehyung’s control wavered for a moment. His grasp got stronger for as he struggled to keep himself composed as he watched you move for him. Your body was arched. You were curled to his pleasure, your lips almost touching his chin. 

His eyes were locked on the way your hips rolled against him, the way you so willingly let yourself go. “Please… F-faster.” You requested. 

“Did I get you motivated?” Taehyung amused before taking matters into his hands. He was focused this time, the pressure building steadily as he fucked you in and out.

You let out a soft moan, gripping the sink tighter. “Yess… Just like that!” you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements.  “Don’t stop.”

Taehyung’s breath grew heavier as he continued, his focus solely on you. “Good,” he murmured, his hands pressing firmly on your hips as he deepened his thrusts. The heat between you both grew, each movement bringing you closer to the edge as he maintained a steady, pleasurable rhythm.

Taehyung started to move again, his hips rolling against yours in slow, deliberate thrusts. He was focused this time, the pressure building steadily as he filled you. The heat between you was overwhelming, each movement pulling you deeper into the haze of pleasure. The sound of your bodies moving together was now muffled.

"Good girl," he muttered. Each thrust made your legs quake, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely audible in the chaos of the party outside.

Taehyung's gaze remained fixated on your reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by the way your body moved in perfect sync with his. His breath ragged and uneven as his fingers tightened their grip on your wrist. "I love how you take me," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, the praise sending a rush of warmth through your veins.

The pleasure mounted rapidly, the feeling of him filling you so completely that your mind went blank with need. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, consumed entirely by the sensation of Taehyung's body against yours.

You pouted at him through the mirror. You were impossibly wet. You showed no resistance whilst Taehyung pushed himself in, yet you clenching over as he was going to run away.

“Please make me cum, Taehyung…” You sniffled while your weak limps tried to keep you up. You knew this position was difficult for him. He needed to give your powerful, fast and yet precises strokes while supporting your entire body.

“Why didn’t you take me to your room?” You cried while feeling grateful that he was willing to dick you down in such a difficult position.

The way Taehyung looked at you through the mirror—dark eyes hooded with desire, lips slightly parted—made you feel completely exposed, yet utterly safe. He commanded the moment, his dominance undeniable, and you found yourself craving his control more than you ever had before.

Taehyung’s dark eyes met yours through the reflection in the mirror, his gaze smouldering with intensity. “Why didn’t I take you to my room?” he mused softly, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Because I wanted to see you if you let me do whatever I want to you… to get you so desperate.” He sighed, “You’re a sight to behold, you know that?”

The rhythm of his movements never faltered; each touch deliberate. You felt your breath quicken, the pressure in your chest building with every second, as if the weight of the connection between you was too much to bear.

“I can feel how close you are,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Let go for me, baby. I want to see everything you’re holding back.”

“Baby…” You cried. The pet names sounded sweeter when you called him. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly, his tone dipping into something deeper, richer, as he watched your face contort in pure bliss. “Don’t hold back. I’ve got you.”

And you believed him — that he wouldn’t let you fall, that he would hold you through it all. The bond between you in that moment was as powerful as the sensations coursing through you, and when you finally let go, it was as if everything inside you had shattered into light.

Your voice came out in a breathy moan, louder than you intended, but you didn’t care anymore. Taehyung only smirked, his satisfaction clear in the way he looked at you, proud of the effect he had on you.

Your orgasm hit with such force that your entire body convulsed, the trembling so violent it felt as though the room spun around you. Taehyung’s hands softened their grip as you shook in his arms, his movements slowing to a halt as he let you come down from the dizzying heights of your climax. The aftershocks made your muscles tighten and relax around him, and you could feel every inch of him still inside you, unmoving yet powerful. His breath came in deep, steadying exhales, giving both of you a brief respite from the overwhelming intensity.

As you leaned back against his chest, your body still humming with pleasure, you whispered, “Please continue…” Your voice was breathless, and yet there was a hunger in it, a craving that hadn’t been fully satisfied.

Taehyung’s dark eyes searched your face, concern flickering across his features. “You sure, baby?” he asked, his voice soft, as he gently stroked your arm. He could see the exhaustion in your expression, the way your body trembled in the aftermath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But you were determined. The way your gaze locked onto his made it clear. “Taetae, please…” you pleaded, the words slipping from your lips like a quiet command, even though your body felt like it could collapse any moment.

He hesitated for a beat, brushing his fingers over your sweat-dampened skin as if debating whether to give in to your request. “I came for you,” you said, your tone firmer now, despite your exhaustion. “Now, I want my prize.”

He smiled, “I am going to let you ride my face even if you don’t squirt, baby. It was just a joke.” 

You blinked at him, confusion mixing with the lingering haze of pleasure. “No… I want my prize,” you repeated, a quiet desperation in your voice. “I want you to cum in me.”

That was all it took. Taehyung’s expression shifted, his playful demeanour giving way to something darker, more intense. His eyes burned with a deep, unspoken desire as he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing across your flushed cheeks.

“If that’s what my princess wants…” he whispered, his voice gravelly and low, sending a shiver down your spine. He adjusted his grip on you, positioning your body just right before pulling you closer again, his lips brushing your ear. “Then I’ll give it to you.”

The heat between you reignited with a force that took your breath away. Taehyung’s hands roamed over your skin, the intensity building again as he found his rhythm. His strokes were powerful, precise, each movement designed to send shockwaves through your trembling body. They were to quench his pleasure, not yours. Still, you could feel the pressure mounting once more, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you fought to keep your focus.

He dropped his head back carelessly, eyes closed as he let himself get lost in the moment, the tension in his body undeniable. You could feel him pulsing inside you, every inch of him filling you to the brim.

"You are so wet…" he muttered, voice strained and thick with desire. "You– you came for me…" The sound of his low voice was delicious. Everything about him was delicious.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your skin, his words barely audible over the rapid thrum of your heartbeat. “So beautiful, baby…”

You felt your body responding, the tension coiling tighter inside you as he continued, his pace relentless yet calculated. Your hands gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin as you held on for dear life. “Taehyung, please,” you whimpered, your voice shaky, as you felt that familiar build again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

It wasn’t long before you felt the moment cresting again, your body on the edge of another release. But this time, you were determined to take him with you. “Cum for me,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, I need you.”

Your body responded instinctively, clenching around him as you reached for that final release. The heat between you was unbearable, and with one last thrust, you felt him spill into you, his body jerking with each pulse. His deep, guttural groan filled the air as he came undone, warmth flooding your insides as he filled you completely. 

When it was over, the two of you collapsed into each other, both of you breathless and spent. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. The warmth of his body against yours felt grounding, a reminder that you were safe in his arms.

Taehyung’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he breathed heavily, both of you coming down from the intense high together, completely spent yet utterly satisfied.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled at how soft he got. His fiery eyes gad calmed down. 

Taehyung’s breath still uneven but slowing with every passing second. His fingers gently traced your spine, sending a comforting warmth through your body as you both lay entwined, bodies humming in the aftermath.

Slowly, he turned you around in his arms. He joined you in your chuckle. His eyes met yours with a soft, almost tender intensity. Without a word, he leaned in and captured your lips in a delicate kiss. His lips were soft, the kiss unhurried yet filled with the emotions neither of you needed to voice.

You deepened the kiss instinctively, your hands sliding into his hair, tugging him closer. But as you did, Taehyung let out a sharp hiss, his body tensing beneath you. He pulled back slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips despite the clear discomfort.

"Ahh… careful, baby," he groaned, rubbing his side gently. "You really wore me out."

You grinned mischievously at Taehyung’s groan, feeling a small sense of pride that you had worn him out.

You hugged his chest. His shirt smelt delicious despite how much he sweated.  "Aww, poor baby," you teased, playfully rubbing his chest as you kissed the side of his neck. "Maybe I should give you a massage to help you recover."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "A massage, huh? You offering to take care of me now?" His eyes glimmered with amusement as he relaxed further into your arms.

You nodded, tracing slow circles on his chest. "You crave aftercare, baby?"

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he pulled you closer, his hand running gently down your spine. “I thought you were the hit and run type.” He wrapped his arms around you once again. This time only with sensual intentions.

You shook your head, still smiling as you leaned up to kiss his jaw. "Not when you look this good..."

He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter rumbling through your body as he tilted his head to look at you. “Not that I could run away. You would pull me into another bathroom and closet the next time.”

Taehyung’s hum was low and soothing, vibrating through his chest as his lips pressed against the top of your head. The warmth of his breath tickled your hair, and the gentle pressure of his arms around you felt grounding, almost like a protective cocoon.

You shifted slightly, aware of the slickness between your thighs. The intensity of the moment had left you both physically spent and emotionally raw, and even though you were sticky and exhausted, there was something comforting about staying exactly where you were—in his arms. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your back, the slow rhythm calming the remnants of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Just as you were about to respond with another teasing remark, a loud crash echoed from outside the room, followed by shouting. You and Taehyung froze, listening as the distant sounds of chaos at the party started to creep closer. The unmistakable wail of police sirens followed, growing louder with every second.

Your heart leapt into your throat. "Oh my god," you whispered, suddenly alert. You pulled back from Taehyung’s embrace, panic bubbling in your chest. "I need to get out of here."

Taehyung glanced towards the door. "Shit," he muttered, but he didn’t seem nearly as frantic as you were. While you scrambled to find your shoes, his expression remained calm, almost amused. He reached out to grab your arm, pulling you back to him.

"Wait, babe. You don’t have to run."

You blinked at him, wide-eyed. "Are you kidding? The cops are literally outside, Taehyung!"

He shrugged nonchalantly, his fingers brushing your arm as he grinned. “Stay over… I’ll share my bed. I promise."

You stared at him, incredulous. "Stay the night?"

Taehyung’s smirk returned, but there was a softness in his eyes as he tugged you back into his lap. "I’m dead serious. We’ll be fine. Besides," he added, his voice dropping lower, "you promised me a massage. I could really use it right now."

Despite the urgency of the situation, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his words seep into your nerves, calming the panic you’d felt moments ago. You sighed, biting your lip as you glanced between him and the door.

"Taehyung..." you started, but the way his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin made it harder to think about running. The tension in his muscles, the gentle glint in his eyes—he was pulling you back in, just like always.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Stay with me. You’ll give me that massage you promised, and I’ll eat you out. Deal?"

Your resolve melted under his touch, the panic slowly dissipating as you let out a shaky breath. "Fine," you muttered, finally giving in. "But if we get arrested, I’m blaming you."

Taehyung laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through your body as he hugged you tight. "Deal," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Now, how about we forget the sirens and start with that massage?"

He tugged on your arm like a little child.

You shivered slightly at the thought. His offer was undeniably tempting, an indulgence that was hard to resist. The thought of escaping the chaos outside was a big bonus to staying the night.

You looked back at him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Okay,” you murmured, your voice soft but resolute. “I’ll stay.” 

Taehyung’s grin widened, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. 

Taehyung’s smile broadened, a look of satisfaction settling on his face. “Great,” he said, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin. “Let’s leave quickly. You can use the en-suite if you want to freshen up.”

While he tucked his dick in and pulled up his pants,  a sudden wave of frustration washed over you.

You pulled away slightly, a frown creasing your forehead. “Wait a minute,” you said, your voice tight with irritation. “You have a private bathroom, and you took me to this random bathroom for… what?”

Taehyung blinked, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. “I didn’t think—”

You cut him off, your frustration bubbling over. Taehyung’s face softened, and he reached out to gently touch your arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I wanted to be spontaneous..”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “You are impossible,” you said, your voice softening. “I just—” you paused, looking at him with a hint of vulnerability, “I am going to fuck you in public space too!” You were definitely going to pull him in a situation where he will need to fuck you in a cramped space.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up with a mix of affection and admiration. He wrapped his one arm around you, placed his other arm under your legs to lift you effortlessly. “Of course,” he said, his voice tender. “Let’s get you to my bed.”

He opened the door of the bathroom. The cool air hit both of your faces. With you in his arms, he barely fit through the door. “Ouch, my back!” You whined.

Taehyung chuckled softly as he maneuvered through the narrow doorway, his arms firm around you. “Hold on,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with sympathy. He carefully adjusted his grip, making sure you were secure and comfortable despite the tight fit.

As he stepped out into the hallway, the cool air was a welcome relief after the heat of the previous moments. The hallway was dimly lit, and the sound of muffled music from the party downstairs seemed faint and distant now.

“Taehyung, be quick! We’ll get arrested!” You said, worriedly looking down the stairs.

“Almost there,” Taehyung reassured you, his steps measured as he carried you up the stairs. Each step was steady, though you could feel the strain in his muscles as he navigated the stairs with you in his arms.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Taehyung paused momentarily, adjusting his hold on you. “We have at least ten minutes, baby.” He said with a soft laugh.

He reached the door to his private room and gently nudged it open with his foot. The room was a sanctuary of calm, with its warm, inviting decor and soft lighting that created a cozy ambiance. He carefully crossed the threshold after taking off his shoes all while making sure not to jostle you too much.

As he approached the bed, Taehyung lowered you gently onto the soft, plush surface. The bed was spacious and inviting, with a comforter that promised a haven of relaxation.

He settled beside you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of affection and concern. “You okay?” he asked, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

You nodded, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. “Yeah, I’m good,” you said softly. “Thanks for carrying me.”

He winked at you and returned the look his door. 

“Do you think cops will get us too?” You asked while pushing your shoes off.

Taehyung smiled, his expression a blend of relief and satisfaction. “No, baby.” he said, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about that. Just relax.”

With a casual flick, Taehyung picked up your shoes and tossed them toward the door, where they landed in a haphazard pile. He then climbed onto the bed beside you, letting out a groan of relief as his back sank into the soft mattress. The exhaustion was evident in his relaxed posture, but his smile was full of satisfaction.

“I’ll get the shower going for you in just a bit,” he said, his voice softening as he settled more comfortably. 

As Taehyung settled into the bed, you turned towards him, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence. You moved closer and wrapped your arms around his broad chest, nestling into him. His body was solid and reassuring beneath your touch, and the softness of the mattress seemed to amplify the safety you felt in his embrace.

Taehyung's smile grew as he felt your affectionate hug. He sighed contentedly; his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he basked in the loving closeness. Your touch was soothing, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him.

You pressed gentle kisses to his cheeks, your fingers brushed through his pretty locks. Taehyung's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing deepening as he began to drift towards sleep. The softness of your kisses and the warmth of your body against his made it difficult for him to stay awake.

Just before he slipped completely into the realm of dreams, you whispered softly, your voice carrying a hint of desire. “Taehyung, when can I ride your face?”

Taehyung's eyes opened shot. “Y/N!”

————

Namjoon laughed, “I am sure Taehyung would love that, sweetheart. But you are drunk for that.” Namjoon repeated what Taehyung said the entire night. 

“No! I am not drunk.” You opposed while Namjoon clearly smelled the alcohol from you. “He is just so mean! Tell him, Namjoon. I just want to touch him!” 

“I am sure Taehyung will do whatever you wish when you are sober, sweetie. Okay? I am leaving now, good luck man!” Namjoon realised there was no point in arguing, so he left you and poor Taehyung alone in the living room. 

“You are so mean Taetae…” This time you quietly said. Taehyung was hoping that you would run out of energy and fall asleep soon. He nodded when you accused him and continued to stroke your back. “Just let me see it!” Your hands hugged his waist stronger as you rubbed your face to his shirt. 

Taehyung felt his throat dry. It was so difficult for him to keep denying you while you asked for so many dirty things from him. He was determined not to do anything as you were drunk as fuck. “Baby, you already know my answer. When you-” He calmly tried to explain but you huffed the middle sentence. 

Oh, how dearly he wanted to fuck you against his door and make you cry and huff out of pleasure… But he needed to be sure you were able to give consent. With your drunk ass, you possibly cannot. 

“I can’t touch your dick; I can’t see your dick… What am I going to do?” You listed with a whine while his dick painfully laid against Taehyung’s stomach. If you were to sit upright just a little, you could feel it how hard he is for you. He continued to caress your back until you pulled yourself from his embrace. 

“Can I kiss you, then? Please?” You sniffed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Taehyung brought his hand to your nape, holding your hair in his hand. His adorable boxy smile took over his features. “Of course, baby.” Hey, nodded as his insides melted.

Your lips met his chin in a wet, sloppy peck. “Mwah!” You exaggerated the sound of your lips smacking. Nevertheless, your kiss made Taehyung breathless and weak. You tried to reach for his lips next, your grip was strong on his biceps hoping to tackle him. You kissed Taehyung’s lips cutely as he was smiling like a puppy.

You both giggle in harmony. “See? You can’t even aim your kisses.” Taehyung made fun of you while his arms pulled you over his lap. You didn’t listen and continued giving him quick pecks all over his jaw and lips, moaning into his skin as you tasted him. 

He groaned, petting your hair. “Baby…” Your drunken lips bit him down. “I love kissing you.” You confessed breathlessly as you kissed your way down to his neck. Your spit was decorating his skin subtly. When you exhaled on his wet skin, Taehyung felt goosebumps rise all over his back. “You are such a dirty girl…” He hissed when your lips sucked on his pulse. 

You groaned, letting yourself sit on his one thigh. Taehyung got tense as your knee brushed his crotch. You earned another hiss from him. “Yeah baby, I can be so dirty for you…” You breathed out, your hands dropped to his shoulders, generously palming them.

Taehyung dropped his head back. His body was on fire because of you. He felt dizzy, almost too weak to even breathe. His hips bucked up to your knee in between his thighs. 

You kept sucking his bottom lip, played with his tongue, smothering him in kisses up and down with your warm mouth while eliciting soft whines from him. 

“Fucking hell…” He cursed as you gently bit down his collarbones. You needed his lips more like air. “Your mouth…” He rolled his head to sides. His poor heart was beating frantically against his ribcage. It has been a long time since he felt this way just from simple kisses. 

“Do you like it?” You asked. Taehyung bit his lip down and nodded. He needed to stop you but couldn’t find himself say no to you.

“You are sooo good at kissing too, you know?” You pulled his head by the hair and planted open-mouth kisses on his neck. It was absolutely filthy, and he loved it. Taehyung placed his hand on your hip, your body reacted to him in seconds. He felt your knee pressing more against his hardness. “F– Y/N…”

“Mhmm, Taetae…” You sucked his skin on his neck little too hard. You can’t be blamed, he tasted too sweet, and you couldn’t resist. Without him realising it, you licked up the pink hickey on his neck gently. 

Taehyung stopped you before this before you lured him into seduction. He almost teared up, “Baby… Sit back like a good girl.” 

You were absolutely drunk, and he didn’t get consent from you when you were sober. If you slept with him in this state, it would mean he took advantage of you. Even though he wanted you like crazy, he pushed you away from his chest. If he was lucky, you would want him tomorrow too.

He wanted to whine and cry more than you when you weakly untangle yourself from him. “Okayy, fine!” You sat next to him, arms wrapped around yourself, pouting adorably.

“Don’t you pout! It’s not like I don’t want you. I really want this more than you, but you are drunk, baby.” He caressed your face as your pout grow larger. 

“I will never drink again. I will not so I can fuck you whenever I want.” You dramatically sniffed again. 

“Can I please fuck you whenever I want?” Then, you had the audacity to ask very politely. Taehyung had to hold himself like a saint so that he didn’t just fuck you to shape your insides. 

“Yes, baby. You need to be sober first.” No matter how horny he was, he would never touch someone without their consent first. You seemed to understand or got tired, so you mumbled something about napping before putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Mm-kay…” You nodded cutely and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Oh, how Taehyung’s inside melted. 

“You will feed me dick tomorrow, right?” Your cute voice ringed in Taehyung’s ear one last time as you drunkenly asked. Taehyung’s dick twitched in his boxers as he took one big breath to calm himself. He pecked your hair and lulled you into a sleep. You did fall asleep super quickly, so he took his phone out and scrolled through Instagram while you soundly slept on his side, cuddling him cutely. 

You woke up with a headache… next to a very handsome man entangled to you with the warmest embrace. After a few seconds, you felt the subtle presses on your cheek. “Wake up, sweetie…” An impossibly low voice called you gently as kisses were planted on your face.

“Mhhm?” You didn’t register after a few more kisses– well no one would say no to this. 

“You’re such a sleepy girl, aren’t you?” Taehyung spoke again with his unlawfully low and sexy voice. His teasing tone got your desires up from their slumber too. Talking about desires… Last night… Oh god…

As you slowly opened your eyes, the warmth of the morning sun greeted you, and you found yourself nestled in a cocoon of soft blankets and Taehyung’s safe arms. 

The sensation of tender kisses against your cheek brought you fully into the present. Taehyung lips brushed your skin most affectionately. His breath was warm, creating a comforting contrast to the cool morning air, and for a moment, you let yourself relish in the sweet simplicity of it all.

With your eyes still closed, you allowed yourself to savour the moment, the soft caresses and the way his lips felt against your skin. You knew that as soon as you woke up, you would be greeted by the shameless thing you said to him last night. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you were greeted by Taehyung's handsome face, his eyes soft and crinkled at the edges with a gentle smile. You wanted to cry about how handsome and pretty he was. His tousled hair and the hint of stubble on his chin only added to his rugged charm.  His face was puffy, making him look so real.

His low voice, a soothing murmur, broke the quiet morning air as he said, "Good morning, sleepyhead." His morning voice could make you choke.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling so embarrassed and still so relaxed. And as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, a shiver ran down your spine at the intimate touch. It was moments like these that made your heart skip a beat, that made you realize how much he meant to you. His care and concern last night were etched in your memory, a testament to the genuine person he was. And your sluttiness did test his entire character.

“Oh my god… Taehyung…” You mumbled as you hid your face into his arm, breathing in his neck while hiding from his eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked gently. 

“Oh my… Taehyung, I am so sorry.” You said against the smooth skin of his neck. He chuckled with that unholy low voice as he patted your nape. “Why are you sorry, baby?” 

You buried your nose into his skin. “The things I said to you… Oh my god…” You groaned and tried to suffocate yourself. 

“Yeah?” He teased you as you whined. You shakily pulled yourself from his arms and looked at his face. He rocked a gorgeous bedhead and he still looked fucking hot. You blurred, “I didn’t mean– Fuck! I meant all of them, but I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung chuckled again, “You don’t need to apologise. You don’t know how much I enjoyed drunk Y/N.” 

“But still…” You shrugged and with a sudden mood change you blamed him. “But it was all your fault! You were fucking flaunting yourself, Kim Taehyung. You made me suffer.” Your serious tone was hard to decipher. Taehyung could see the real annoyance in your eyes while your lips were in a cute pout. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Taehyung laughed as his pretty eyes got squeezed shut. He rolled to his side as he held his tummy. 

You picked yourself to your elbows, visibly annoyed. “I can’t believe you Taehyung.” 

Taehyung’s laugh only grew more, and you grew annoyed. You huffed and turned your back to him. You were in the mood to play. 

“Okay, okay, I am only joking.” Taehyung hugged you from the back. 

You huffed and peeled his hand off. “No! You don’t like me! Don’t hug me.”

“Y/N!” He was still laughing at you. The audacity! 

“I told you that I wouldn’t let you get into my pants if you got drunk.” Taehyung was a thoughtful, honest man, but you were too horny for that. You needed him to rock your world. 

You thought you could stay mouth shut, “So you literally leave me to die dickless. Unacceptable.”

Taehyung loved your cute facade. “After I promised you could fuck me whenever you want when you were sober and took care of you in my bed.” He threw his long arm over you again, and you didn’t push him this time. 

He pressed your back to his chest; your hair tickled his chin. “I am ready to give you what you want.” He whispered into your ear, and in an instant, you felt yourself drip into your underwear. It was dangerous how easily he riled you up as you turned your head to him with a challenging look.

He was fucking tired of back and forth. “You gave me the most painful hard on yesterday and didn’t take care of it.” His sinful tone was enough to make you fucking lose your mind. 

Taehyung kissed behind your ear, you shuttered.  “Taehyung…” Your hand found his hair. “You didn’t l-et me.” You cried.

“You know I couldn’t do it, baby…” Taehyung cupped your tummy with his warm hand. His low voice vibrated your body. “How can I make it up to you? Mhmm? Would you want me to fuck you now? Have my way with you?”

You hummed sweetly and egged him to continue. He lowly chuckled, “Last night, you were begging me to see my dick, to touch it. You are so naughty.” 

“Taehyung!” You whined as he rubbed your tummy with his huge palm. You melted against him like an ice cream on a sunny day.

“I’m sorry, my sweet baby… I promise I will be good to you... if you want, of course.” He pleaded with a whiney voice as he continued to lure you. 

“You are so mean!” You whined again. Taehyung was so amused why your whiny voice. “I only wanted to spend time with you. That was what I ever wanted!” You truly came to this party to spend time with Taehyung. If not for him, you would have blast in your home watching Sewing Bee’s new episode.

Taehyung supported, "We are spending time. Look." He pulled you close to him. He was lying to Taehyung's left. His hot, moist breath hit his neck rhythmically. Her lips left small hesitant kisses.

That "bulge" you felt when your back was turned to him was now pressed into bed. But you remembered how big and tough it was, both from your hazy memories of last night and from a few minutes earlier. And all this made you motivated.

Since you did not know how to start a conversation, what to say without the help of alcohol, you resorted to a simpler method. You slowly caressed Taehyung's right cheek and got his attention, then pressed your lips to his. 

Taehyung smiled into the kiss before reciprocating. Your kiss was different than the last night. Last night, you were shoving your tongue to his throat. But now, the kiss was way more sensual. Your hold on his face grounded both of you as you treated your kiss as a dance. 

You followed his lips as Taehyung pulled back slightly to breathe and joke with you.

Just that simple action made him feel horny. He groaned into the kiss and welcomed your timid lips with so much eager. 

“Don’t bite me, baby.” The quietness of your tone and the pet name turned Taehyung on even more. 

Now, his poor erection was begging to be seen, touched and played by you. His lips became hungrier, sometimes tugged on your lip for longer. His hand grabbed on your nape as if you could be any physically closer.

“Can’t help it.” He slurred between breaths. 

You hummed and connected your lips together. Taehyung’s lips felt buttery smooth. Your spits smeared all over your mouths, so your lips and tongues glided perfectly. 

Normally, Taehyung would be the one that paced the kiss, pulled away to breathe. However, this time your roles were reversed. 

“You are gonna bruise my lips.” You whined when Taehyung harshly sucked on your bottom lip. 

He murmured inaudibly under his breath before rolling over you. He placed himself between your legs, his knees dug into the mattress. Your legs were thrown over his thighs. 

He breathed heavily against your ear. “Do you want this?” He asked. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Yeah…” 

To your answer, Taehyung pressed his body weight on to you. His lips now attacked your neck. He pulled down your t-shirt– well one of his old t-shirts. 

“Tilt your head back.” He ordered annoyingly whilst pulling the pillow under your head to create a perfect angle where he can suck hickeys. 

Taehyung was taller than you. Even though he always used the height difference to his advantage by towering over you, now it became annoying. 

He folded himself, pulled you up, albeit no position was enough for him. 

“I could eat you in one bite.” He growled out of frustration. 

You chuckled as he bit down the column of your neck, “Is that a promise or a threat?” You jokingly asked. 

“Both.” His lips lingered around your pulse. This time rather than open-mouth kisses, he sucked, surely leaving a big, pulsating red mark.

You chuckled at his poor attempts to grind. He was too tall, therefore, his hips poorly bucked up against mattress. 

You pulled on his nape. “But–” 

Taehyung faintly hummed in recognition.

“Taehyung…” You called him again. This time pushing his shoulders.

“Yeah, baby?” Taehyung detached his puffy lips away from your skin and looked up. His fluffy hair was all over his handsome face, covering those dangerous, brown eyes.

“You made me so upset last night. Are you not going to make up to me?” Your voice was so sultry, dangerously innocent. It played with Taehyung’s mind.

“A-anything, baby.” He said, a small globe of spit dripped down his lips to your t-shirt.

“Anything I ask?” You asked in a full, excited voice. 

Taehyung gulped, “Anything.” He was ready to give you his everything. You just need to name it. 

You brushed your noses together. That made Taehyung smile endearingly. “Are you certain you would do anything?” You further dragged this.,

Taehyung hummed, “Anything… that doesn’t involve my asshole.” 

You quietly chuckled at him. “You do have a nice ass, but that’s not what I want.” From his nape, you dragged your hands to his waist. You gently pressed him to yourself. He groaned at the softness of your body under his.

His voice, this time exceedingly high pitched, filled your ears. “What do you need me to do, baby?” He begged to serve you.

He was subtly grinding, his eyes hidden due to the strands of hair falling from his forehead. His begging voice was so arousing and empowering.

You brushed his hair away from his eyes to find them close. So, you opted for pulling them. His eyes opened a little.

 “Jerk off for me.” You breathed out. 

Taehyung’s eyes rolled back at your words. Out of everything you could ask for, you chose something that would sweetly torture him.

Blood rushed to his dick as if there was a race. He felt blood draining from his brain, making him a dumb boy– a toy that programmed to please you. 

“Y/N…” He groaned. His face was hidden on your neck. 

His pretty hair tickled you. “Taehyung, please…” You begged, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. “Please jerk of in front of me.” 

Taehyung sadly pulled himself back. He was wearing a big pout. “I could fuck you… very good too!” He opposed but had already warmed up to the idea. 

“I need to see your dick first. You know– to tell if it is good enough.” Your challenge drove Taehyung mad, quite literally. 

His throat grumbled with a frustrated, low moan that exuded a dark pull that melted you.

Lifting the blanket that was draped over you, Taehyung lifted himself from the bed. Thanks to his broad shoulders, the pike hung down from his shoulders, reminiscent of a tent.

Taehyung stepped between her legs, folded them nicely, and put his hands on his knees. His meaty thighs were bulging inside his shorts and laying under your thighs. His shirt was another old graphic shirt that had small holes around the hem. Even the washed-out colours and messy hair couldn’t take a pinch off of Taehyung’s handsome face.

Despite the puffy eyes and a sleepy face, Taehyung stood tall and attractive on the bed. His weight slightly dipped the mattress. His shirt loosely hanging over his body, his hands caressing your naked legs. 

“You changed me?” You were wearing a dress last night. 

Taehyung nodded. “I closed the windows and turn off the lights to change you. I swear I didn’t peak or touch you. I just took off your dress—”

You shushed him. You trust him well enough to handle your drunk ass. You knew he handled you like the gentleman he is. 

“You didn’t even look at my boobs?” You disappointedly asked. 

His face twisted into a crying face. “Of course not, Y/N.” Like he was almost about to cry out of frustration. 

“Then, how are you going to jerk off? How do you do it usually?”

Taehyung shook his head to the sides. He wasn’t ready to tell you the truth. With a whine, he dodged the question.

When his chest was bare, your hands were placed on his forearms. “Can I touch you?” You asked, like him. 

His fingers trembled as he moved your hands to his chest. His skin was so warm, smooth. He shivered when your hand caressed his ribs. “Baby…” He moaned. His lean stomach was tensed to show the lines of his abs. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. You wanted to lick down his pecs, suck his golden skin. 

His abdomen was smooth, only a faint happy trail going down his shorts. A very prominent vein was pulsing just below his belt line, making you wonder what he was taming in his underwear.

“You are so attractive…” You breathed out. Your, now, numb arms helplessly fell. Taehyung’s eyes were closed but he heard the soft pat on the pillows. His hands wanted to follow the same pattern. With a steady hold, the warm, big palms caressed down your thighs from your knees. 

His sneaky hands halted at the skirt of your shirt. He opened his pretty, glossy eyes and spoke. “May I take it off?”  

He had been biting his bottom lip so harshly that they looked like bleeding. 

“Ah, Taehyung… Please do…” You begged; your hips bucked up to his hands. 

As his fingers wrapped around the skirt of the shirt, you gasped, remembering something particularly important.

“Taehyung…” You whined. His hands stopped and looked at you concerned but blown out pupils.

He waited for you to continue. 

“You didn’t peak at my underwear, right?” You asked. 

Taehyung nodded, “I swear I didn’t see or touch anything, baby. I promise.” His caramel eyes were genuine as he caressed you lovingly. His voice came out as a soft plead, a promise of protection. 

You shook your head. “It’s not that! I– I thought we would already, you know– bang.”

Taehyung's chuckle sent a delightful shiver down your spine, his amusement infectious. "Bang?" his deep voice echoed in his own chest. "I suppose that's one way to put it." He said very quietly.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you couldn’t help but join in his laughter, the sound blending with the tension in the air. "Well, you know what I mean," you muttered, playfully smacking his torso.

He caught your hand, interlocking your fingers together, his eyes sparkling with affection. "So, what, baby?" he murmured, his tone shifting to something softer, more intimate.

You felt your breath catch as he gazed at you, his expression so full of love and need. "I wore a set that you would like..." you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Taehyung's eyes darkened with desire at your confession. "Oh, baby," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "You wore something for me? I thought the pretty dress was enough of a fever dream.”

You nodded, feeling a rush of heat flood your body. “I wanted to surprise you," you murmured, your own voice shaking with anticipation.

His hands, still intertwined with yours, squeezed gently. "Can I see?" he asked, his tone almost desperate, his pupils blown wide with longing.

You gave a shy nod, feeling both bold and vulnerable under his intense gaze. Slowly, you moved his hands to the hem of your skirt. "I want to take my shirt off. You watch.”

He groaned softly in protest, but he followed your orders. He watched your arms go cross over your body, your fingers wrap around the fabric and gently pulled his t-shirt off. 

His breath hitched when he saw the delicate pink lace of your underwear, his eyes widening in admiration. "Fuck, you're perfect," he breathed out, his voice hoarse with desire.

Taehyung's hands caressed your thighs, moving upwards with a tantalizing slowness. His eyes couldn’t decide where to land, frantically going up and down your body. "I can't believe you did this for me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of shyness and excitement. "I wanted to make you happy," you replied softly, his fingers muting your voice.

“You have no idea how deep you got me,” he murmured. His one hand was placed on your waist. Firmly and boldly. Your stomach tensed. That didn’t pass unseen as Taehyung caressed the expanse of your stomach. He deeply groaned as he pressed on the soft folding of your stomach.

Then, his eyes fluttered on the price, your boobs. 

Taehyung had a not-so-secret infatuation with your breasts. They were soft, womanly, and made Taehyung hard every single time.

“Do you have enough material to jerk off now?” You asked, remembering you had one big mission rather than showing him your tits.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered back to you. He kind of wished you would let it go, but he was determined to do whatever you pleased. If he was correct about his feelings, you watching him masturbate could drive you mad. 

His hand abandoned you despite your protest. Your eyes immediately flickered down to the subject of matter, his clothed cock. 

Taehyung was readily waiting for you since last night. He was hard, throbbing, sticky and everything in between. You plagued his mind so much that he’d turned into a play toy you could command. 

Since he was a teenager, he was exposed to adult content. He kept reminding himself that he’d seen naked woman before as he struggles to understand why he was this deeply captured by your figure. 

Maybe it was your matching cute lingerie that shook his core, you taking time to think about his pleasure, about his dick. 

Taehyung hissed in pain when he squeezed himself over his shorts. For you, his voice was a taste of heaven. “You hard?” You asked deliriously. His boyish red shorts were only bulging, didn’t give a clear outline. 

“Yeah…” He murmured as he stroke himself a few times. Globes of precum had already ruined his boxers. 

When Taehyung took more time than you could endure, your hands intervened. Pretty painted nails grazed down his hips, just above the start of his v line. “Can’t wait to see it.” You murmured. 

“Do you wanna feel it?” Taehyung asked. He knew he was playing against the rules. 

“I–” You spoke of hesitation before letting yourself go. “Fine.” You surrendered. 

You held your hand out for Taehyung to grab. He took his sweet time with you. He held your wrists, opened your palm to lay it on his. He compared how small your fingers to him while knowing how you gawked at his hands.

You loved the lean, long fingers. His large, manly palm that could grab your entire face in one. You love to trace the veins that protrude over the back of his hand up to his biceps. You love how meticulously kept his nails were. You could eat of from his hands without any second thoughts.

You held your breath as Taehyung put your hand on below his stomach. Your fingers sneakily brushed against the happy trail you saw earlier. After letting you tease and feel him around, Taehyung pressed your hand to his erection. 

You gasped loudly. If you weren’t so sure of him, you could assume he stuffed something else in his pants. Not being able to control yourself, you tugged your hand free touch him without his restrict. 

You tried to make out the outline of his appendage by touching. His girthy length felt infinitely long as you brushed along it. He was radiating warmth beneath two layers of fabric and throbbed.

Taehyung hissed when you made it towards his sensitive tip. “Oh, wow…” You said. Your free hand came up to caress too. While your one hand held the tip, your other hand when down his length.

Taehyung growled; his hips bucked up to your touch involuntarily. “Are you impressed yet?” He asked through his teeth. 

“Intrigued.” You replied. Your voice was hoarse.

“Let’s not wait you for long, huh?” He asked. His hand pulled down his shorts first. The red pyjama shorts pooled down on his knees. Next were his black boxers. When your hands touched him through his underwear. You felt how much he leaked. 

Suppressing your laugh, you thanked him. “Can’t wait…”

Taehyung didn’t want to wait too. He needed direct skin contact in regards of how little patience he had. He didn’t care if he would cum straight away.

While you entertained yourself and salivated over his deep v line, Taehyung took matters into his own hands and pulled his boxers down too. 

His cock sprung out. You gasped. 

It was even more impressive than you had imagined, thick and throbbing, the mushroom shaped head glistening with precum. It was pretty. You didn’t expect less compared to Taehyung’s Greek good body. 

His length stood proudly. If you looked closely, you could see it pulsate. The needy thing almost turned purple from how hard it got. Your hands trembled as you reached out to touch him again. 

This time you were the one went hazy. You looked at Taehyung with big eyes. Almost unsure if you were dreaming. As your hands got suspended halfway, Taehyung nodded, allowing you. 

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the heat and the hardness of him. Taehyung’s response was a strangled moan, his body arching into your touch. 

You weren’t as mean as previously. You still took your time exploring him, but gentler.

“Pretty.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Taehyung laughed. No one called his dick pretty before. He shook the bed with the bounce of his shoulders. “You think my cock is pretty?” 

You licked your lips. Taehyung saw the hunger in your eyes. Only momentarily he imagined your smooth lips over his pretty cock. If you thought his dick was pretty, you would give it a kiss, right?

It was an idea to entertain another time as you gained more consciousness over the situation. 

“So pretty.” You repeated. 

Taehyung’s cock throbbed at the praised. Your eyes were locked on his dick. Both of his hands were wrapped around the base. 

You hummed; your hands tugged at his wrists. “Hands off–” You murmured. He didn’t want to stop holding it as he was sure you were going to tease him.

“Taehyung!” You called his name more clearly. “Please stop holding it.” Ever kind, you asked.

Taehyung poutingly released his grip to gladly let you take control. His pouty and whiny face egged you to do whatever you want to him.

“Oh!” You exclaimed. “Look at this…” Your excitement was silenced when his tip couldn’t be enclosed by the wrap of your index finger and thumb.

Taehyung groaned as his hips rolled against your tight hold. Your hand was already covered in his stickiness. You allowed Taehyung to roll his hips a few times, “See! It was your hands that made it look average. It’s huge…” You whispered it like a secret.

He held your thighs; his fingers gripped you hard. “Y/N…” Taehyung moaned your name from his throat. You were playing him around like a toy and he enjoyed it. “Baby…” His moan was bliss to your ears. You wanted to record it and listen every damn second of the day.

Only momentarily– to test if he would continue moan like that again, you tugged at his length once. Unlike his poor excuse of strokes, you used both of your hands and held him firmly throughout. His whole body shuddered with immense vigour even only with a singular stroke.

When Taehyung opened his eyes, he saw two of your fists wrapped around him, and yet a good two inches of his tip was still exposed. Your hold was fairly tight to compensate. Taehyung had a small brains space to speak. “Even with your two hands you can’t hold me properly.” He whispered to himself. 

You whimpered at the feeling of his hard dick. You felt the warm blood pumping, making him so heavy. Your insides were clenching sporadically while the only thing to ease you laid in your hands. To his relief, you stroked him again. 

When your palms glided against Taehyung’s dick simultaneously again, he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back to his shoulders. If you stroked him like this for more than five times, he would cum. No thoughts, just orgasm like he never had before. 

His entire body tensed with the pleasure that surged through him. Your gentle and timid hands, the way your fingers wrapped around his length, made him feel like he was made from gold.

"God, Y/N," he breathed, his voice trembling. "You feel so good."

His dick ejected plenty of precum to prove his point. His knees were spreaded further causing you to spread more. You saw this pleasure in him so much that you slowed down his movements. You wanted Taehyung on the line between pleasure and pain. 

Taehyung took a deep breath. "My tip..." He sniffled. You were avoiding his poor tip, thus giving him semi-dry strokes.

“What about your tip, baby?” You asked as you mimicked his pout.

You mimicked his pout, your tone teasing but affectionate.

Taehyung whimpered, his eyes pleading. “Please,” he sniffled, his voice a desperate whisper. “Touch my tip. I want it so bad, Y/N.”

You looked at him, pretending to consider his request. “You want it?” you asked, your voice soft and laced with a hint of teasing. “Or you need me to?”

He nodded frantically, his hips bucking slightly in a futile attempt to guide your hand where he needed it most. “Need! I need you, please,” he pleaded, his breath hitching. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Aw… Baby…” You made a sympathetic noise, but your hands soon left him completely. 

Taehyung’s response was immediate, a choked moan escaping his lips as his body arched into your touch. His hands returned to their iron grip on your thighs. 

“Why?” He gasped, almost sobbing. “Why stop when I–?” 

“You know why, baby. You know what I need you to do.” You whispered. You placed your hands over his, gently pushing him. 

Taehyung left red hand marks on your thighs when he loosened his grip. He was looking at you with the cutest pout. 

“Look at you! Crying baby with leaky dick.” You amused even though your panties were soaked through and through. The wet fabric was obvious to Taehyung, who was clearly having bigger issues now. Albeit you could feel the slickness between your lips, rubbing so messily to your underwear.

Taehyung's cheeks were forever flushed a deep shade of pink. His pupils were blown out, teared eyed because of how much you teased him.

“Ah, don’t be so upset. You make me so wet too…” You muttered as if you were the victim. If you weren’t so keen on teasing Taehyung, he would have fucked you to cloud nine.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered down to your clothed core, his pupils dilating further as he took in the sight of your soaked panties. His expression shifted as he soft the outline of your lips, a primal hunger taking over as he let out a low, guttural growl.

He bit his lip, his hand trembling as he tried to control himself. The sight of your arousal was driving him wild, his own need growing more intense with each passing second. He hiccupped; his voice was gone.

“Mhmm?” You asked him dreamily. He wasn’t aware of his own hand wrapping around his cock. 

You smiled. This was where you needed him. You looked at his palm wrapped around his base. The vein from his point finger had grown prominent and followed towards his elbow. 

He was–now– sweaty and breathless. His body ached as if he ran a marathon. 

“How do you do this usually?” You asked– meaninglessly curious about his own sexy time. 

“Do what?” Taehyung’s brain was nonfunctional due to lack of blood. 

You squinted; you weren’t sure if he was intentionally doing this. To warn him, you squeezed his tip. 

Taehyung whined, “Y/N! F-fuck.” He covered your hand in his sticky juice in seconds.

You pouted, “Don’t play dumb.” You were opposite of scolding him.

Taehyung shook his head to sides, “I– I just jerk off. N-nothing complicated.” He blabbered. 

“No toys?” You asked. 

Taehyung shook his head again. Now, he had iron grip on your hands and his hips started to maintain their rhythm against them.

“I am a dude, Y/N. I just stroke it for a few minutes, and I’m done.” He was telling the truth. He never had vibrators or fleshlights. His previous partners were too faint to remember. There was nothing he felt particularly attached. 

“Surely you watch something? Or look at something?” You egged him.

Taehyung nodded, “Yeah.” His eyes were closed again. His bottom lip caught on his teeth while he breathlessly humped the palm of your hand. 

Even though Taehyung craved stimulation, he couldn’t take another squeeze of his poor leaking cock. He continued playing into your game. “Sometimes porn… I- Your photos…” He murmured very guilty. He was literally in your hands so there was no point to lie.

You sent him a lot of thirst traps. He was ever gentleman, always respectfully looking at your photos and admiring them in mere seconds before his dick grew tall. He politely responded to them with floods of emojis and compliments. Depending on the content of the photos, he exterminated them almost immediately. However, more than many times, he had your photos flash through his eyes while stroking his cock. 

You were the perfect remedy for his dick. Those photos made his alone time pass so quick.

The answer seemed to please you as you giggled. “My innocent selfies?” You amused.

Taehyung gulped. There was plethora of different types of photos you sent. Some were fun and dramatic, and others were simply so fucking hot. “Mhmhm…” Taehyung nodded pathetically. 

For example, an innocent picture of your ass to ask if the colour of your jeans match your shirt… That juicy peach always made his dick harden. 

“What do you think about while looking at them, baby?” You were hooked in. You needed him to confess his deepest secrets and become addicted to you. You loved the nice, easy-going, bubbly man he was outside. But you craved the man behind the gentleman gestures.

You helped him to wrap his right hand around his dick. You adjusted his hold. “There you go… Tell me.” You whispered when he started stroking himself with cute shivers.

 “I imagine your lips,” he continued, his voice trembling with need. “Your lips on my lips, on my neck, kissing me, sucking me… I think about how soft they’d feel, how warm your mouth is.”

His hand moved faster, the slick sounds filling the room as he lost himself in his confession. His free hand grabbed your boob. He needed an emotional tit squeeze. 

You gave him that with a whimper. You placed your hand over his. ”You like it when I kiss your neck, baby?” 

He gulped and nodded. He enjoyed your small body pressed against him, your hands holding onto his shoulders cutely while you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his neck. 

“God, yes,” he groaned, his voice a mix of desperation and desire. “I love it when you do anything to me…”

Taehyung continued, “I think about your body, how perfect you are, how much I want to touch you, taste you… I- I think about your boobs. You drive me crazy, Y/N.” His eyes rolled back in the soft feeling of your tit. He wished he grabbed them sooner.

“I imagine you riding me, your body bouncing on top of mine, taking me so deep… I think about how tight you’d feel, how you’d moan my name…” His voice broke, a desperate edge creeping in but still so deep, low, and manly. “How you would cry about how big my dick is…” He chuckled deviously.

You confidently giggled. Hearing him so openly express his desires fuelled your own. “You really like it when I’m in control, don’t you?” you chuckle– little too confidently.

“For now,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and authority, sending a shiver down your spine.

You replied, your voice exceedingly small. “Well, right now, you’re mine to play with.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he warned, his tone playful yet promising. His chest rose and fell quickly with each breath.

You leaned back slightly, your eyes locking onto his with a challenging gaze. “I will,” you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

“What else, Taehyung?” you pressed, wanting more, needing to hear him completely unravel.

He paused, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark, intense gaze. "I imagine you on top of me, your eyes half-closed, lips parted as you sink down on me, taking me deeper and deeper," he murmured, his voice a blend of raw desire and an edge of vulnerability. "I see you throwing your head back, moaning my name, telling me how good I feel inside you… how you’d lose yourself in the pleasure, riding me until you can't take it anymore." The words spilled out of his mouth

“You sound so fucking hot…” You cried helplessly. You dreamed about riding him. The mind image was perfect. He was built huge in height. He was your own big teddy bear that you get to hump. 

“I will make you take it. All of this…” He held his dick at the base and slapped it against his palm. His voice was sinister. 

You pliantly nodded. Your eyes were on his dick, silently watching every single move of his dick. He never seen a girl look at his dick with this much love.

“You will sit on me and take it, right baby?” He asked.

“I-i don’t know…” You blabbered. He was the biggest you ever seen in real life. Despite all the dirty talk, you were all bark and no bite. Taehyung was well aware of it. 

“I will make you take it.” He promised.

Your breath hitched, the intensity of his words making your heart race. “I… I want to,” you admitted, your voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

“Good girl,” he praised, his eyes darkening with lust. “You’re going to take all of me, every inch. You’ll be so full of me; you won’t be able to think of anything else.”

A whimper escaped your lips, your body aching with need. “Taehyung! I– you continue…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying your desperation. “Yeah? You want me to continue? You want me to continue stroking my cock while watching you?”

“Yes… I want you to cum…” you confessed, your voice breaking. 

With a pleased smile Taehyung’s hand moved to his cock, stroking himself slowly at first, then picking up the pace. If you needed him to cum, he would gladly point you white. 

He groaned, “Let me see your titties better, then.” 

You unhooked your bra off and threw it away as words left his mouth. You looked at him with big eyes for his approval. “Nice titties….” Taehyung hummed while grabbing each of them one after the other. 

The sight of his hand moving over his thick length, combined with the slick sounds of his arousal, made your own need unbearable. You felt yourself almost combusting. 

His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense and filled with raw desire. “Oh, fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, his voice deep and rough. He made sure your heard all of his pretty noises.

Your hands trembled as they moved to your panties, slipping underneath the fabric to find your swollen clit. You gasped at the sensation, start to rub yourself desperately as you watched Taehyung’s hand move over his length.

“Ah, you’re gonna touch yourself too?” He cooed you but his eyes were locked at how your hands were stuffed into your panties.

“Oh, Taehyung,” you moaned, your voice filled with need and anger. “You make me so wet!”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Are you touching your clit, baby?” 

Your body trembled, your fingers working faster as you felt the pressure building inside you. You barely nodded. Your fingers were barely satisfying you. They were clumsily bumping at your clit to relieve the hunger.

“Taetae…” you panted, your voice a desperate whimper. 

“Look at me… I am leaking so much for you.” Taehyung pointed to his dick. His eyes never left yours as he continued to stroke himself, the slick sounds only intensifying. 

“I–” You huffed out of frustration. Your panties didn’t give you the room to help yourself. 

You were stuck to watch Taehyung’s orgasm ripple through his soul while you couldn’t even touch yourself properly. Maybe you shouldn’t have been this mean to him.

Your pout had become bigger as frustration built up in you. Taehyung watched your fidgety digits, but they did the opposite of help. Taehyung could change that easily. 

He placed his free hand on your thigh. Your body had a number of reactions: shiver, ran away, and then push yourself towards him instead. He gently squeezed up to the apex of your thigh, his fingers teased your inner thighs. 

You screamed top of your lungs. “B-baby!” 

Taehyung’s eyes found yours authoritatively. He didn’t need to utter any words. “I- got them for you. A few days ago…” You barely managed to utter while your body convulsed because of his fingertips.

“Hmm, your underwear? You’re cute...” With a smirk, he hooked his fingers around the delicate fabric and, with a swift motion, tore your panties off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the room. The sensation of the cool air against your heated skin made you shiver.

“Taehyung!” You exclaimed in shock. 

His eyes darkened with desire as he saw your messy lips, glistening with your arousal. The sight of your swollen, slick folds and the way your wetness glistened in the dim light made his breath hitch. Your pussy was beautiful and inviting. A creamy peach for him to devour.

Taehyung’s hand continued to move over his thick length, his mouth salivated. His gaze was fixed on your exposed sex, the sight of you so open and vulnerable for him driving him wild. He groaned deeply; his jaw clenched. 

Your fingers, still trembling from the overwhelming sensations, hesitated as he ripped your pretty decent clothing away without any trouble. It was physically impossible for you to become hornier for him. 

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “So, I can continue...” He said while waving his cock like a torch. 

With a shaky breath, you obeyed, your fingers moving to your swollen clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric, your body responding instantly to the touch.

Taehyung’s eyes followed your every move, his own hand speeding up as he watched you pleasure yourself. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Just like that, baby.” His breathing grew heavier, and his strokes became more urgent. “Put your fingers inside,” he ordered, his eyes locked onto yours.

You hesitated, your fingers pausing over your clit. “Do it,” he growled, the intensity of his gaze making your body tingle.

You shook your head to sides. “No, you do it. I… can’t…” 

His eyes flashed with something primal at your words, the hint of fear and the desperate plea igniting his desire further. "Scared?" he repeated, a dangerous smirk curling his lips. 

He firmly grabbed your wrist, guiding your fingers back to your swollen clit. "Coat your fingers in that cream." he commanded; his voice rough with need. 

With a shaky breath, you obeyed, your fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, your body responding instantly to your own touch, now intensified by his commanding presence.

"That's it," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just like that, baby. Get all of that juice." His own hand resumed its motion on his thick length, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity of his gaze making your body tingle.

His strokes on himself became more urgent, the slick sounds of his arousal filling the room. "You're so fucking wet for me," he groaned, watching the way your fingers moved, the way your body trembled. 

After he was satisfied the amount your two finger was coated, he ordered, "Put those fingers in my mouth." 

Taehyung made you withdraw your fingers from your dripping pussy and brought them to his mouth. His lips closed around them immediately, his tongue swirling around your digits, tasting every drop of your arousal. 

His eyes rolled back at your taste. His entire chest vibrated with a growl. 

Taehyung sucked on your fingers greedily, his eyes never leaving yours. As he continued to taste you, his hand never stopped moving over his length, the slick sounds of his stroking mingling with the wet noises of his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered around your fingers, his voice muffled but filled with lust. The sight of him devouring your essence, combined with the feeling of his mouth on your fingers, drove you to the edge.

Your body trembled with anticipation, the pressure building inside you becoming almost unbearable. “Taehyung, please cum for me.” you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea. 

With a final, deep groan, Taehyung released. 

His pupils dilated with primal lust as he quickened his pace, his hand moving frantically over his length. His breathing grew ragged, his moans louder, filling the room with the sound of his impending release.

With a guttural moan, his body shuddered, his hand moving in a frenzied blur as he came. His release spurted over your thighs and tummy. His hot and stick coated your skin. 

His face crumbled into a frown as his orgasm painfully washed him all over. He continued to stroke himself, milking every drop. His eyes never left yours while you writhed on the bed. 

As the waves of his orgasm subsided, he looked at you, breathless and flushed. A sheepish smile decorated his handsome face. His chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath, his gaze filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration.

Your eyes broke eye contact moments ago. You were looking at dick with awe and how his sticky cum painted your tummy. “You have a decent aim.” You chuckled while looking at the globe of his juice right on your nipple. 

Taehyung chuckled; his hand got all the damage. “Couldn’t help myself. You taste really good,” he amused, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his release. 

You deeply sighed. Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the remnants of your own excitement. "You are so fucking hot."

He smirked, tracing a finger through his cum on your tummy. "You like being my canvas?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

Your body shivered at his touch, the warmth of his finger sending sparks through your skin. "Yeah…" you murmured, your eyes meeting his once more.

Taehyung’s expression softened, a look of pure adoration shining through his eyes. "Good," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently. "Did you make sure I was good for you, baby?" he teased.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his breath on your skin. "You were perfect," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

He grinned, his hand caressing your side. "Perfect, huh?" he said, his tone playful. 

You watched Taehyung deliriously come down from his orgasm to realise he came all over your chest. 

“Look at the mess you made.” You tried to say pointedly. Your core was entrenched, mixing with his release on your skin. Every inch of your skin was still burning as you weren’t granted a beautiful orgasm like Taehyung’s.

You dipped your fingers between your lips. The warmth and stickiness welcomed you. Everything was so sensitive. 

Taehyung's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his release mingling with your own arousal on your chest. He could see the frustration in your eyes, the need for your own release still burning within you.

"Do I get to touch you now?" He asked with forced pout. His hands pushed your thighs apart by pulling your knees. Your lips separated from each other to allow him to have a view of your clit.

You nodded eagerly. "You made me so wet, Taehyung," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper, trembling with the remnants of your own excitement. The words ignited something primal in him, his gaze darkening with renewed desire.

He reached down, his fingers gently brushing against your drenched lips. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, your breath hitching in response. "I can see that," he murmured, his voice low and husky. 

His fingers teased your folds, gathering the wetness that had pooled there. He brought his hand up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight made your core throb with need. He looked so primal when he enjoyed your taste. His eyes kept rolling back while his chest hummed like a thunder.

Taehyung leaned in. His body hovered over you. “This is how much I get you wet?" he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. 

"It's so fucking sexy," he breathed out heavily.

You moaned softly, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Taehyung..." you whimpered, your body aching for more of his touch.

He smirked, clearly pleased with your reaction. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to feel your juices on my tongue. I want to make you come all over my face."

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming need coursing through you.

He leaned down to connect your forehead lovingly despite the filthy he was uttering. You almost kiss-attacked him. He was amused by your enthusiasm. His one hand continued to support his weight over you while the other was placed on your face. 

He cooed your cheek while your desperation grew big enough to bite Taehyung off. He chuckled, “Do you want to paint my face with your sweet cum, baby?” 

You whimpered under him. He was so annoying! He didn’t let his body pressed against you. You needed his every curve of his Godly body to compress yours until you become one.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice trembling with need. 

His eyes darkened with hunger at your words. "Are you going to let me taste every single drop?" he murmured. 

His dirty talk drove you crazy. Your bratty hand acted on the urge, and you pulled Taehyung’s hair– maybe a bit too hard. 

Taehyung didn’t mind a bit. He was glad he was able to turn you on beyond his imagine. He let you pull him to your will. 

“Please baby, I want to have it straight from the source.” Taehyung begged. His bottom lip already caught in your teeth, sucking at it like his little vampire. 

Your desperation switched off something in his brain. He wanted to fuck you into another dimension, to defile any common sense, to make you forget everything but the feeling of him inside you while he feels like a puddle at your feet, doing whatever you need.

His hands moved with purpose, yanking your hands from his body. When meeting his darkened gaze, you pouted. “I- I wanted make out.” You asked softly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss, enough to make you feel the warmth of his breath but not enough to satisfy your craving. "Not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "You’ll get all the kisses you want after I’ve had my taste."

After Taehyung returned to his previous position in between your legs. Your hands tried to search for him, but your attempts remained futile.

Taehyung’s gaze flickered to the dried remnants of his release on your skin. The sight of it only seemed to stir something deeper inside him. Without another word, he grabbed his discarded shirt, gently wiping away the sticky evidence of his earlier climax. His movements were tender, almost reverent, as if he were preparing you for what was to come next.

As he finished, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with intent. "You’re too beautiful to be covered in anything but my cum, but it must be annoying to have dried cum all over you," he murmured, his tone both possessive and adoring. 

You shrugged. It wasn’t the best feeling, but you would do anything to feel his hands around you… which was dangerous.

He tossed the shirt aside and settled himself back between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs wide open.

Your body trembled under his intense gaze, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. The air between you was thick with anticipation, the heat of the moment making your skin prickle with desire.

Unlike you, he had mercy and spared you an unnecessary foreplay.

Taehyung's need for you was almost unbearable, so he lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You shrieked but allowed him to continue after his eyes clocked onto yours. He kissed your calves calmly while you adjusted to the idea of having his lips on your core. 

After a few seconds, Taehyung lowered himself to his elbows, your thighs resting on his shoulders. 

As Taehyung settled between your legs, his breath hitched at the sight before him. Your core was glistening with arousal, your lips slightly parted and inviting, a sight that sent a surge of desire coursing through him. His gaze darkened, filled with an almost overwhelming need as he took in every detail—the way your wetness pooled, the way your body seemed to pulse with anticipation. He could barely hold back the growl that rumbled in his chest.

His fingers gently spreaded your folds. The cool air against your wetness made you shiver, and you could see the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of you. A string of curse left his filthy mouth. "Fuck, baby... You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, teasingly close to where you needed him most.

"I love seeing you like this... so needy, so ready..."

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, inching closer to your core but deliberately avoiding it. The anticipation was driving you wild, and he could tell by the way your hips subtly shifted, seeking more contact. But Taehyung was in control, savouring the moment, letting the tension build.

"Do you know how badly I want to taste you right now?" he whispered against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "To feel you come undone on my tongue? I can’t wait to make you scream my name..."

His lips brushed just beside your folds, his tongue darting out to lick a tantalizing line along your thigh, avoiding your most sensitive spot by a mere inch. The teasing had you trembling, every nerve in your body alight with desire.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N," he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "I want to cum so hard that you forget your own name." He believed every single word with such determination that he surely would do everything he promised.

His closeness had just hit you. His handsome face was in between your thighs. He lifted your legs over his shoulders. One of your feet was touching his back while the other dangled in the air.

Oh, how the tables have turned. The sharp contrast of his hot breath against the coolness of your skin made every inch of you hyperaware, each nerve ending alive with a mix of desperation and surrender. His large hands gripped your hips, not just to hold you, but to claim you, grounding you in the moment and reminding you that this was his domain now.

Taehyung felt your shaky breaths, the way body tensed. He looked up at you from between your legs– a sight for sore eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with an underlying edge of frustration. “Tell me what you need.” His hands caressed your hips.

You avoided his gaze, your voice trembling as you admitted, “I– I’ve never come from oral before…”

Taehyung’s expression softened with understanding, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. “It’s okay, baby,” he said gently. “I’m here to make sure you feel everything you need. Whether you cum or not, I’m going to savour every moment of eating you out.”

He leaned closer, his lips placed a small kiss on top of your pelvic bone. You groaned; your hips followed him.

“Allow me to explore you, baby. Please,” he murmured, his voice a low, comforting purr. 

His confidence and tenderness washed over you, helping to calm your nerves only a bit. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation of his touch. With a reassuring nod, you let go of the hesitation, trusting him completely.

“Or perhaps I should have made you pleasure yourself in front of me, just like you did for me,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing your inner folds, sending a wave of delicate shivers and hitches through your body. His breath was hot and teasing, skimming over your most sensitive spots without quite touching them.

His lips danced near your clit, your sweet opening, each breath he inhaled your scent and taste.

Since the beginning he let you control his body to your wish. By trusting that bratty thought, you pulled Taehyung straight to your core. 

Yet, Taehyung remained steadfast.

His eyes locked onto yours with an intense, piercing gaze, every bit of his dominance conveyed through that single look. His brow arched with an almost imperceptible challenge, his expression one of commanding authority despite his position.

Your core gushed. If he were stimulating you, even a little bit, you were sure you would squirt out.

Taehyung started kissing around your lips when your sweet hole was covered in sticky juice. He began with soft, teasing kisses, against your most sensitive skin. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice laced nothing but raw hunger. “You need my lips here, baby?” He asked but didn’t wait for your answer.

Your core clenched, your spine shivered every time he let his lips press against your core. Taehyung smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you in that moment. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through you as he finally pressed a firm kiss to opening.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he muttered, his voice husky as his mouth filled with your taste. “I could spend forever down here, just tasting you, driving you wild until you can’t take it anymore.” With that, he dipped his tongue between your folds, moving slowly at first, savouring every drop of your wetness. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as your hips tried to move in their own.

He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, flicking strokes. His mouth worked you high and down. For a while he stayed face down in your core. His entire face was in contact with your core, which made you wetter than water. 

He quite literally ate you like a dinner. He welcomed every single drop, drag, and push his tongue into every crevice. 

Taehyung’s relentless focus on your core made it clear that this was maybe more about his pleasure than yours. And this fact didn’t make you mad at all. The way his tongue moved, the way he groaned and devoured you with such fervour—it was evident that he was utterly lost in the act. His lips, tongue, and even his nose dragged against your most sensitive skin, every movement calculated to keep you on the brink of madness.

You could feel how much he was enjoying it too. He was practically worshipping every inch of you with his mouth. His hands gripped your thighs with a possessive urgency, keeping you in place as if he couldn’t bear the thought of losing contact with you even for a second. He wasn’t just eating you out; he was indulging himself, drawing out every moan, every gasp, every drop of your arousal with a ravenous need that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled against your slick skin, his voice hoarse with desire. He wasn’t just tasting you—he was savouring you, his tongue plunging deeper, swirling, flicking, exploring every inch of you like he couldn’t get enough.

Every time you tried to pull away, your body overwhelmed by the intensity, he would growl in protest, his hands tightening their grip, pulling you back to him. “Don’t you dare move, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He buried his face deeper, his tongue working you with a relentless rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. His moans vibrated through you, each one a reminder that he was doing this as much for his own pleasure as for yours. He was completely immersed in you, drinking in every bit of your essence like he was starved for it.

“God, I love this.” And then he was back at it, his mouth on you again, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough, like he never would.

You really wanted to orgasm from his mouth. You were crazy about this man. But every time you thought you might find some rhythm, he switched up his rhythm, keeping you on edge, driving you closer and closer to the brink.

Taehyung noticed the tension in your body, the way you were teetering on the edge but not quite able to tip over into the release you so desperately craved. His eyes flicked up to yours, a knowing glint in them, as if he could read your thoughts.

He decided without delay that it was time to push you over that edge. You have suffered enough of your own teasing. Also, he could tease you longer the next time.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he adjusted his grip on your hips, holding you firmly in place. His tongue began to work with an intensity that was almost overwhelming, circling and flicking your clit with a precision that had you gasping for breath. Each movement was deliberate, calculated, designed to bring you closer and closer to that elusive climax.

Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, your body trembling with the effort of holding on. "Taehyung, I- If you want me to cum– finger me," you managed to gasp out, your voice laced with frustration and desperation.

Taehyung’s gaze never wavered, his smile shifting into something darker, more intense. “If that’s what you want…”

He had been pushing his long tongue in your hole, so you were fairly ready for him. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his middle finger into you, the motion slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch as he filled you. 

The sensation was immediate, almost overwhelming, the pressure of his fingers against your inner walls sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body.

He didn’t rush. With his fingers buried deep inside you, he began to curl them with precision, searching for that spot he knew would make you unravel. His movements were purposeful, almost teasing, as if he were daring you to beg for more. All the while, his thumb brushed lightly against your clit, each touch calculated to push you closer to the edge.

"Is this what you craved, baby?" he murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of challenge and desire. "To feel my fingers inside you?” Your response was a choked moan, your hips arching off the bed, instinctively seeking more of his touch. Despite his calm demeanour, you were writhing on the bed, fisting the bedsheets and pillows. 

Taehyung’s eyes were locked onto yours, his expression a mix of intense focus and unrestrained desire. He watched your every movement, your writhings on the bed, and the way your hands fisted the bedsheets and pillows. The sight only fuelled his determination to push you further.

“Do you want another finger, baby?” he asked, his voice a sultry murmur as he curled his fingers inside you, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Without waiting for a response, he slipped a second finger in, stretching you gently, his movements smooth and deliberate.

He could feel your walls clenching around him, your body reacting to every touch with increasing desperation. Taehyung’s thumb continued its relentless dance on your clit. 

His voice laced with a teasing edge, “Let’s see if you can cum now.” He didn’t wait for your reply. Instead, he bent his head lower, his lips capturing your clit with a hungry, determined fervour. His tongue flicked and swirled around it, sucking, and licking with a fervent intensity that had your body tensing and trembling under him.

As Taehyung’s lips enveloped your clit, a jolt of electrifying pleasure surged through you, pulling a strangled moan from your throat. His touch was relentless and insistent, each flick of his tongue pushing you further into a state of lustful delirium.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled against your sensitive flesh, his breath hot and moist. “I can’t get enough of you.” His words were rough, each syllable dripping with raw desire as his tongue licked and sucked with a fervent determination.

Your body arched instinctively towards him, hips thrusting up to meet his mouth, desperate for more. The sheets beneath you were tangled in your frantic movements, your hands clawing at them as if trying to hold onto the last shreds of control. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a wave crashing over you, dragging you deeper into the storm of pleasure.

“Please, Taehyung,” you begged, your voice ragged and trembling. “Don’t stop. I need this so badly. Please make me cum.” Your words were a mix of desperation and longing, a plea for the release that felt just out of reach.

Taehyung’s response was a low, approving groan, his mouth continuing its relentless assault. “You want it bad, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “In fact, you did since last night, right baby? I got your sweet pussy hot and bothered and didn’t fuck it.”

His fingers moved in sync with his tongue after he spitted filth. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady rhythm that had you stride towards your long-waited orgasm. The pressure inside you built with every pass of his tongue, each flick and swirl making your entire body shiver with anticipation.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you cried out, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. “I’m so close.”

His tongue worked faster, harder, his mouth suctioning your clit in a way that had you almost screaming with need. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice a low rumble against your skin. “Let go. Cum all over my face.”

The combination of Taehyung’s relentless tongue and the steady thrust of his fingers sent you spiralling into an intense orgasm. You gasped and trembled, your body shaking with the overwhelming release. Taehyung didn’t let up, his mouth still working its magic on you, his fingers gently coaxing out every last bit of pleasure.

When your orgasm hit you, you let out a loud groan that bordered a scream. Taehyung’s room was at the top level of the house he shared with his friends. Even though these sort of noises like this were common among the boys, Taehyung despised the thought of his friends hearing you so vulnerable.

“Be quiet, baby.” He warned you despite knowing you were on clouds, enjoying the pure bliss he granted you. 

At least that what Taehyung thought.

“Taehyung…” You gritted out. Your voice was shaky. Your body already went so soft under him. 

“Baby?” Taehyung worriedly reciprocated. Were you mad?

“I– I cannot b-believe…” You took in a shaky breath. 

Even though Taehyung had another serving of your delicious cunt in front of him, his worry came pass. He gently pulled back, releasing your legs from his grip, his face clouded with worry. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice laced with apprehension. 

“Y-you made me cum… from— with your tongue…” You whispered. 

Taehyung laid over you, this time his very naked body pressed on yours. His sweaty body pressed onto yours. 

“Hmm…” He hummed as he kissed your shoulders.

“I never had that before…” You confessed. “I t-think it was a weak one but… still…” 

Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he tried to process your words, his eyes searching yours for clarity. But before he could respond, you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, your juices were already dried around his lips. 

Taehyung’s chest filled with compassion and love that he wanted to blurt out love poems for you, but you had other plans.

“I need you to fuck me.” You said directly, right at his face. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and eagerness. The initial shock of your direct request quickly gave way to a playful, almost goofy grin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing, heated kiss.

“Mm, you’re really something else, you know that?” he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire. His hands roamed over your body, exploring the curves and contours with a familiar, but now more focused, touch. 

“You bring that out of me.” You said witty.

Taehyung’s smile widened; his amusement clear as he pressed another lingering kiss to your lips. “Good,” he murmured, his voice husky, “because I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

As Taehyung’s lips trailed down your neck, his mind wandered through the possibilities, each one more tempting than the last. The desire to take you was palpable, but he wanted to do it exactly right, to make sure every moment was perfect.

The first image that came to his mind was the classic missionary position. It was his favourite for so many reasons. He wanted to be close to you, to feel every shiver, every tremble as he moved inside you. The thought of looking into your eyes, seeing the raw pleasure on your face as he thrust into you, sent a thrill through him. He imagined whispering in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice low and thick with desire. He knew how much you loved that, the way his words would send you over the edge. And if you got too loud—something he expected, considering how close you already were—he could cover your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries as he continued to drive you both toward ecstasy.

But then, another position crossed his mind. He pictured you lying on your side, with him spooning you from behind. It was intimate, close, and it allowed him to take you deeply while keeping you enveloped in his arms. The idea of holding you like that, his chest pressed against your back, his hand sliding down to play with your clit while he thrust into you, was incredibly enticing. You could do some cock-warming which he would greatly enjoy. Maybe it would calm you down slightly.

And then there was the third option, one he couldn’t get out of his head—he wanted to see you on top of him, riding him. The idea of you taking control, moving at your own pace, was a fantasy he’d played out in his mind many times. He wanted to watch you, your body moving above him, your hands resting on his chest as you guided him deeper inside you. But as he kissed you, feeling the way your body trembled with anticipation, he realized you were already too delirious with need for that. You were on the brink, your mind clouded with desire, and he knew that right now, you needed him to take control.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, his lips never left your skin, his hands still roaming over your body. 

“Taehyung,” you whispered, trying to catch his attention, but he was lost in the rhythm of his own thoughts, his lips now brushing along your collarbone.

His response was a low, distracted hum, his focus still on the way your skin tasted under his lips. 

You were growing impatient, your need for him intensifying with every passing second.

That was it. Your frustration peaked, and with a surge of determination, you pushed him off you, sending him back onto his ass. For a moment, he assumed you wanted to take control, to ride him into oblivion, and his cocky grin spread wider across his face as he prepared himself for your move. He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, fully expecting you to climb onto him and take what you wanted.

But you had something entirely different in mind.

Without a word, you turned around, getting on all fours in front of him. You arched your back, pushing your ass out toward him, an invitation so blatant it made his breath hitch. The sight of you like that, so open, so ready, was enough to make his cock throb with need. His eyes darkened as he took in the view, the way your wetness glistened, the way your body trembled with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough with lust. The cocky confidence in his demeanour only intensified as he moved closer, his hands sliding over your hips, gripping them possessively. “Look at you… so eager, so fucking desperate for it.”

He ran his hands over your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave a mark. The way you pushed back against him, the way you presented yourself, made him lose the last shred of restraint he had.

Without waiting for your next move, he positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. He teased you with it, rubbing it against your slick folds, making you whimper with need.

Taehyung tried to line himself up behind you, eager to push into your warmth, but he noticed something that made him pause. You were a bit too low, and instead of sinking inside, the tip of his cock brushed frustratingly against your ass. 

Even though he was as eager for your puckered hole, he needed your cunt first.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “You’re too short, baby,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled back slightly. “How am I supposed to fuck you properly like this?”

Before you could respond, he moved with swift determination, his strong hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up slightly. He shifted your position, effortlessly manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. “Hold still,” he murmured, his voice filled with both amusement and lust.

Taehyung reached for a couple of pillows, tossing them down in front of you. He quickly rolled up a blanket, adding it to the makeshift mound. With a gentle push, he urged you to lean forward, guiding you to rest your chest on the soft pile, elevating your hips just enough to give him the perfect angle.

“There we go,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, admiring the way your ass was now perfectly presented for him. The new position made you even more vulnerable, your back arched and your body slightly elevated, just as he wanted.

His hands slid back to your hips, gripping them possessively as he positioned himself behind you again. “Much better,” he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, you’re right where I want you.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned down over you, his chest pressing against your back as he brought his lips close to your ear. He kissed your cheek softly, a stark contrast to the roughness that had just transpired. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, “Are you comfy, baby?” 

You wrapped your hand back around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, a soft moan escaping your lips.

He was all over you. His weight pressed you down to the mattress so sweetly as if your bones were craving his touch. His presence consumed and grounded you. You pulled him closer, fingers tightening in his hair, not wanting to lose even an inch of contact.

Taehyung’s breath was hot against your cheek, each exhale sending a shiver down your spine. His hands, firm and steady, moved over your waist, tracing the curve of your hips. You could feel the roughness of his fingertips, the deliberate way he touched you, as if memorizing your shape. There was no rush in his movements, only a deep, aching intensity.

You arched slightly, pressing back against him, seeking more of his warmth. He responded with a low hum, his lips brushing your ear, a soft and almost teasing touch. Every moment felt heavy, charged with a raw energy that made your heart pound in your chest.

The intimacy of his touch, combined with the warmth of his breath, made your heart race and your body ache with desire.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “Please…”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a satisfied smile against your skin. “Are you going to tell me if you feel uncomfy?”

Your back arched, a frustrated whimper escaping you as you managed a breathy, “God, yes!”

“Good.” he murmured, his voice both commanding and soothing.

He kissed down your shoulders, as far as his position allowed, each touch of his lips a mix of tenderness and hunger. The way his mouth moved over your skin was a stark contrast to the tension in the air, the gentle kisses only heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

You let out a deep, satisfied groan, your body responding instinctively to his touch. “Ugh, I should definitely make you give me a massage sometime,” you murmured, your voice filled with both admiration and a hint of playful demand.

Taehyung’s hands continued their rhythmic motion, a smile curling on his lips at your words. “Whenever you want, baby. I am at your service.” he replied.

When his touch moved closer to your hips, his breath grew heavier, and his teasing touches became more purposeful. His cock, which never came down, was hard and aching. He brushed against your entrance, the tip teasingly grazing your wet folds. Each slight contact sent waves of pleasure through you and him. Both of you needed a few moments before another touch.

He shifted slightly, positioning himself with practiced ease. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with its proximity. “How does my dick feel against you, baby?” he asked, his tone filled with a mix of arrogance and longing. 

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice dark with authority. “Beg for me to fuck you like you did last night.”

You moaned, your voice trembling with desperation as you pushed back against him, trying to impale yourself on his cock. “Please, Taehyung… I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please, I’m begging you.”

The sound of your pleas sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. He thrust into you with one powerful motion, burying himself deep inside you, the force of it knocking the breath out of you. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and you cried out his name, your voice filled with unrestrained ecstasy.

“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with lust. “You are somehow infatuated with my dick, aren’t you, you filthy girl?”

Taehyung didn’t hold back after your desperate mewl. His hands gripped your hips tightly. The tight hold hid how his hands shook. Your ass fit snuggly as he pushed himself in very slowly.

His breath hitched as he began to push in, inch by inch, feeling the warmth of you envelop him. It was almost too much—the way you fit around him, so perfectly snug, as if made just for him.

Taehyung’s grip on your hips somewhat. He wanted to savour this moment. He needed to memorise every single crevice that he could touch. He needed to feel you with five sense he had. A low groan escaped his lips as he pushed in further, every slow movement making his heart pound harder. He could feel the tremble in his own thighs, shaking like noodles. 

His slow, deliberate thrusts made you feel every inch of him. He was big—almost too big—and you could feel every ridge and curve as he pushed in deeper, the fullness bordering on overwhelming. 

It didn’t hurt physically. You were plentily wet and seriously gaping for him. It was the teasing that drove you into frustration. It was the way he moved, controlled and precise, making sure you remembered he was the one in charge.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with arousal. His breath was throaty, and you could hear the strain in his voice as he struggled to maintain control. “Can you feel how deep I am, baby? How I’m filling you up completely?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your body reacting instinctively as you pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but it was exactly what you craved. 

He tsked when you tried to force, “Nah, baby. We can’t have you split open.” He looked at where you meet.

The sight before him was intense. He saw the way his cock stretched you, the flush of your skin blending with the dark red of his own. Your petals, slick with your arousal, parted around him, struggling to accommodate his girth. The delicate, glistening folds framed him perfectly. He could see the faint shimmer of your essence as it mixed with the base of his cock, creating a sensual, wet contrast that drove him wild.

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, vibrating through your back where his chest pressed against you. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and desperation. “It’s like you’re made for my cock. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the rawness of them only amplifying the sensations coursing through you. Taehyung’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place, his thrusts becoming more deliberate even though he was not fully in. 

You could feel the distance between his crotch and your ass. He was definitely not letting you take all of him. The size of him was concerning. He did take his time to get you ready, which was totally hot of him. Whenever he pushed further than before, it made you feel as if you were about to come apart at the seams.

You gasped, your breath hitching as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. “You’re so big,” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of awe and pleasure. “I can feel you everywhere.”

Taehyung chuckled softly, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction. “Is that so, baby?” he whispered softly, his voice sending a thrill through your body. He pulled his dick out to see your gaping hole. You were right. He was stretching you out. With a sudden forceful thrust, he pushed himself in. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”

“Taehyung!” you cried out, your voice high and desperate, your hands flew to grab his but failed. 

Taehyung didn’t answer to your loud ass scream other than soothing rubs. 

Again, he pulled back slightly, just enough to relieve you with the emptiness before thrusting back in, filling you completely once more. The stretch was almost too much but so sweet.

You seemed to better accommodate his length now. Your muscles clenched around him, trying to wrap around his size.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “You are really something else.”

“Shh,” he hushed you. “This was what you were begging for.”

His words were like a drug. Each thrust was deliberate, slow, and intense, his cock dragging against your walls, making you hyper-aware of every inch of him. You could feel your own wetness coating him, making the glide easier, but no less overwhelming.

“How much left?” You pulled yourself up on your hands, managing to turn your head slightly to glance back at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes were locked on where you met, his gaze dark with lust as he watched himself move inside you. He winked when you made eye contact.

His muscles were tensed, each movement of his body revealing the defined contours of his chest and shoulders. He looked like he was in the middle of a workout with the way his arms flexed as he gripped your hips, the way his torso moved with each thrust.

Taehyung’s breath was ragged, each exhale matching the rhythm of his movements, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained as he held back, maintaining that agonizingly slow pace. “Not much baby. You’re doing good. You are perfect,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice rough with need. “So fucking perfect.”

Your body responded to his praise, tightening around him, drawing him in even deeper. The fullness was almost too much, and yet you craved more, wanted to be stretched to your limit. The sensation of him filling you so completely made you feel like you were on the edge of something profound, and you knew that with just a little more, you would tip over that edge into pure bliss.

There were no slapping sounds still as Taehyung continued to hold back. To match up to his movements, you started to push your ass. He smiled, stilled his thrust. He decided to let you pick your pace to ease any pain he might cause.

You groaned annoyingly when he came into a full stop, and you quickened your pace. The bedding under you shook as you tried your best to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Oh, baby…” Taehyung’s voice was low and filled with an edge of approval.

“You’re so eager,” he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and satisfaction. “Look at that ass.” He couldn’t help but give your ass a slap, watching it bounce .

“You’re fucking me so good, baby,” he murmured, the words slipping out in a tone that was almost submissive, but you knew better. He was playing a game, one you both loved.

He let out a soft whine, his hips rolling into you just enough to make you crave more. “You’re in control,” he said, his voice trembling with feigned vulnerability. “Make me yours, fuck me how you want…”

His words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire deep within you. The power he was giving you, or rather pretending to give you, made your blood sing with excitement. You pushed back against him, trying to force him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him inside you. But he could see how you were struggling and striving to meet his every thrust now that his strong hold didn’t ground you still. The soft mattress made you shaky.

You pushed back against him with all the strength you could muster, trying to find a rhythm, but the soft mattress made it difficult. Your movements were unsteady, your body shaky as you struggled to keep up with the game Taehyung was playing. His cock was deep inside you, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, craved the intensity that only he could give you.

A small, frustrated whimper escaped your lips, and Taehyung’s soft laugh filled the space between you. He could see how hard you were trying, how desperately you wanted to take control, but he wasn’t going to let you have it. Not really.

“Is that the best you can do?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “Come on, baby, show me how much you want it.”

You tried again, pushing back harder, trying to meet his thrusts with your own, but he just watched you with that smug smile on his face. The effort it took was exhausting, your muscles straining as you attempted to match his pace, but every time you thought you had it, he’d pull back, just enough to throw you off balance.

“Is it difficult, baby?” He asked mockingly.

Finally, with a low, satisfied hum, Taehyung shifted. His hands gripped your hips again, this time with a firmness that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers dug into your flesh, grounding you, holding you in place.

Taehyung’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he anchored you against him. The sudden, commanding hold sent a shockwave of anticipation through your body. You could feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck, each exhale a reminder of how close he was, how deep he was inside you. The softness of the mattress underneath you only heightened the sensation of his firm touch, the contrast making every movement feel more intense.

He leaned in, his chest pressing against your back as his hand slowly slid up your spine, fingers tracing each vertebra with a deliberate slowness. The touch was almost reverent, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hold on your hips. You felt the way your body responded to him, how your skin tingled under his touch, every nerve ending alive with the need for more. 

“You feel so fucking good,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw edge that sent a shiver through you. “I can feel you tightening around me, baby. You want to cum, don’t you?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your breath hitching as he pulled back slightly, only to thrust into you with a controlled, powerful motion. The force of it made you gasp, your fingers clutching at the sheets as you tried to ground yourself. But there was no escaping the sensation of him filling you so completely, the pressure almost overwhelming.

Taehyung’s hand reached up to your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. With a firm but careful tug, he pulled your head back, arching your spine in a way that made you feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet completely connected to him. The sensation of your back arching under his control sent a wave of pleasure through you, the pull on your hair only heightening the intensity.

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine. Every inch of you, mine to fuck, mine to make cum.”

His words sent a shudder through you, the rawness of his tone matching the way your body trembled under his control. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. The fullness of him inside you, the way his body moved against yours, the rough pull of your hair—it all combined to create a sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that you felt like you were about to unravel.

“Cum for me,” Taehyung commanded, his voice deep and authoritative, leaving no room for hesitation. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

The command sent you spiralling, the tight coil of pleasure in your core snapping as you tumbled over the edge. “Baby…” You whimpered as your body convulsed around him, your walls tightening, gripping him as you came with a force that took your breath away. A cry escaped your lips, your entire body shuddering in his hold as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Taehyung let out a deep, primal groan, the sound vibrating through his chest as he felt you clench around him. The way your body tightened, trembling, and squeezing him, drove him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he pulled your hair tighter, holding you in place as he came hard, filling you to the brim with every drop. His body shuddered as he emptied himself inside you.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sounds in the room being the heavy breaths you both shared, the lingering echoes of your release hanging in the air. Slowly, his grip on your hair loosened, his hand trailing down your back as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your shoulder, a soft contrast to the intensity of what had just transpired. Then, slowly, Taehyung pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He reached out, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You were still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through your body as you lay there, wrapped in Taehyung’s arms. His warmth surrounded you, the strong beat of his heart steady against your back, grounding you in the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of your breathing slowly calming in sync, the earlier intensity now replaced by a peaceful stillness.

Taehyung’s hand moved up to your face, his fingers brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the firm, commanding hold he’d had on you just moments ago. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice still a little rough from the exertion. There was a tenderness in his tone now, a softness that made your heart swell.

You turned in his arms to face him, your eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze had softened, replaced by something more intimate, more vulnerable. You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m more than okay.”

His lips curved into a lazy smile, one that made your chest tighten with affection. “Good,” he murmured, his hand trailing down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. “Because you just took everything I had to give.”

You chuckled softly, the sound easing the last of the tension that had been coiled in your muscles. “I could say the same to you,” you teased, your fingers brushing over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch.

He let out a contented hum, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a protective hold. “I love you,” he whispered, the words slipping out so naturally, so effortlessly, that it took a moment for them to fully register.

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat. His eyes were soft, filled with an emotion so deep and genuine that it made your breath catch. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no doubt—just the pure, unfiltered truth of how he felt.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling within you. The words felt right, as if they’d been waiting to be spoken, to be shared in this quiet, intimate moment.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss, one that spoke of everything you’d just shared and everything you would continue to share. It wasn’t the enthusiastic, desperate kiss from before, but something deeper, more profound—a kiss that sealed a promise, a bond that had only grown stronger.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-closed as he basked in the afterglow of the moment. “What do you wanna have for breakfast?” he said softly, his breath warm against your lips.

You smiled up at him, still catching your breath, your heart slowly returning to its normal rhythm. “How about I take you to my favourite brunch place? It’s on me,” you offered, your voice soft and content. The thought of sharing a lazy morning together, enjoying good food and each other’s company, made your chest feel warm.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with interest, a grin spreading across his face. “That sounds perfect,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“But first… maybe we should catch a little more sleep,” you added with a yawn, feeling the pull of exhaustion from the intensity of the night.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together comfortably on the soft mattress. His arm wrapped around you, drawing you into his warmth as your eyes fluttered shut. Within moments, you felt yourself drifting off, your head nestled against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

And as you both fell asleep, the promise of a cozy morning and a delicious brunch hung in the air, waiting for you when you woke up.

————

His natural brown hair curled to his forehead to accentuate his strong jawline and captivating features. The weariness of the day lingered in the lines around his eyes, yet his gaze remained as striking and magnetic as ever.

Taehyung's casual attire, comfortable T-shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants, contrasted with the elegance he naturally exuded.  With a beer in hand, his Adam's apple bobbed gently as he took a long, refreshing sip. His eyes met yours, and the shared warmth between you filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and intimate. Despite the fatigue that weighed on both of you, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him by your side. Your house feels like a home when he is in it. He makes the room lit up, he makes you feel alive, and aware of time and place. 

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked.

“Looking at something pretty.” You said, eyeing him up and down. Oh, the soju shot you had while he warmed up the leftovers was definitely kicking in. He fluffed the hair at his nape like a princess and blew you a kiss. Even though he could return for some mindless TV, you had soju-brain so you continued to eat him up with your eyes.

Taehyung's presence was magnetic, drawing your gaze as if he were the centre of your universe. Every aspect of his appearance seemed meticulously crafted by an artist's hand, his every feature melding together to form a breathtaking portrait of masculine allure.

As he leaned back on his couch, his form exuded a relaxed confidence, an easy grace that spoke of a man comfortable in his own skin. The way he moved, the way he spoke, he had the hallmarks of a natural charisma, drawing you in with an almost gravitational force. Each detail, from the way he sipped his drink to the way he absentmindedly chewed, only served to deepen your fascination.

You took your third shot of the night. The crispy alcohol burnt through your throat as Taehyung looked at you questioningly. His face squeezed into a worried look. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” You blurred, your core gaping because of his fingers; but he didn’t need to know that. 

Taehyung grinned, “Yeah? You still have orgasms left in you, baby?” He asked you in pity. You licked your lips and stared at him. 

When he swallowed his last bite along with the last sip of his beer, you literally jumped on him. You couldn’t wait anymore “Y/N!” He squeaked.

“Tae… Kiss me…” You whined when you straddled his thighs and started kissing every bit of skin you could reach, Taehyung knew the second round had just begun.

“Baby!” He scolded you as you kissed around his face. “You gotta stop kiss-attacking me…” He whined but sounded so pleased. 

“Why not?” You stopped kissing him immediately with a fake pout. “You don’t like my kisses?” 

An hour ago, your body was jelly on him. He quite literally made you lose your mind as he finger fucked you to another planet. Now, you were back to demand more of his sweet pleasure.

Taehyung loved how you easily got into a playful zone and fucking play with him as if he was your doll. You moulded him to your pleasure. “I- I love them, baby…” He whispered quietly as you took your spot on him. Your weight on his thighs was spectacular. Your freshly washed hair was still slightly damped, making Taehyung shiver at the gentle cold feeling. 

The shower was sweet and tender. He helped you wash your hair and was surprised by the amount of hair that fell out. Then, he let you wash his hair too. You played with his hair and gave him a mohawk with your shampoo. You washed his body with your new body wash– the ocean breeze scent was going to be a new hit in Taehyung’s shower routine. Your hand timidly wrapped around his length, “I squirted a gallon, and you haven’t cum yet.” 

Taehyung, instead, interlaced your fingers with his and made out with you. “It’s fine, baby… Let’s enjoy our shower.” 

After the shower, while you put on your skincare, he stood right behind you–with your hideous robe around his waist. He looked delicious. Wet Taehyung was fucking sexy than everything. While the robe threatened to fall down, he leisurely decided to shave. Unfortunately, you have run out of razors for him so he opted for using your Gillette Venus. 

“Is this new?” He pointed at the razor head. He never had this good-looking razor. The purple colour was pretty too.

“I use it before going to laser removal. I used it a couple of times.” You watched him shrug and put on shaving cream. 

You warned him with a squeal, “Taehyung, you know I shaved down there with that.” 

Taehyung looked at you blankly. “You know, down here…” You pointed with your hand but he remained confused. 

“I am sure I have an unused one. Let me–” 

Taehyung’s reaction was priceless. “Y/N. I would smear myself with your cunt any second of the day and have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So, I don’t mind if this little razor touched your little mound. Got it?”

You looked at him through the mirror and nodded. He hummed lowly and started shaving. You liked his little stubble beard. It made him look more mature and in your opinion, yummy. However, your little mound– as he called it– got irritated whenever he ate you out. His choice was clear between eating you out as hard as he wanted or his bad excuse of a beard. 

You were eager to put on skincare on him after he shaved, but both of you were very tired. You pouted as you slathered yourself in body lotion, “I need you to be my little spa girl, but I am sooo tired, TaeTae…”  

Taehyung laughed at you as you messily rubbed lotion on your legs. He followed you to your room with a pink floral towel around his waist. He enjoyed being in your company, soaking your slightly horny domestic side.

“Taehyung…” Taehyung flinched out from his daydreaming as you groaned over his crotch. Your hips were rocking against him like a teenager. When he looked at your face, he could only focus on your lustful eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” He answered back. He let himself get lured into you. 

“I need you again.” You whispered. 

“You need me to do what, baby?” He threaded your hair fringe behind your ear.

“I need your dick… Taehyung, please…” You tried to chase his dick but he wasn’t supporting an erection. His raging dick had just come down.

“Taehyung please…” You cried on his lap. 

Taehyung chuckled with a pitying tone. “You are such a needy girl, baby. I can’t–” His teasing abruptly stopped when you cried. “Y/N?” He yelled. “Why are you crying, baby? What’s wrong?” His worried tone made you feel guilty. 

“I–hh- am s-stil so w–et f-for you, Taehyung.” You wouldn’t believe you were shedding tears because of how horny you were. 

Taehyung’s face softened, “Y/N… I– You are one crazy girl, you know that right?” He wiped the tears off of your cheeks and pecked them gently. 

“You make me crazy…” You wheezed out as he shook his head. 

“Unbelievable, Y/N.” He was amazed at your unwavering neediness. 

“You can’t let me be dickless...” You kissed down his throat, pushing and pulling him all the places as you writhed on his spreaded thighs. 

“Be dickless?” He chuckled. He melted into the couch as he let you take reign.

You shrugged. You didn’t want him to speak, you needed his pretty lips on you. “You never fuck me.” You cried but no tears came out. You were the epitome of his pampered princess.

“I never fuck you? How many times did we hang out this week?” He interrogated.

“Not enough.” You didn’t like how he was still talking, but it was intentional. He would do anything to just stretch your patience thin.

“Three days a week right?” He did the math for you.

“I need seven.” You shrugged and pushed his head back to kiss on his neck. 

“Seven days a week?” Taehyung chuckled as he let you be his little vampire. 

“24/7. All day.” Kissing him wasn’t enough. You had enough of kissing his delicious skin for minutes and you were still starving. 

You bit his soft cheeks and jaw, making him hiss playfully. “Are you hungry, baby? I would’ve shared my leftovers with you if you asked.” Taehyung pointed at the empty plate on the coffee table. 

“Tae… I wanna fuck you so hard…” You spurred while pulling his useless pants away. Taehyung promised himself to never be clothed around you. It seemed they made your job only more difficult.

“You can’t.” Taehyung ripped your hands away as your eyes widened with worry. You pulled yourself back to his knees, giving him space.

“I can’t?” You asked with worry.

Taehyung grinned, “I just cleaned the couch. We need to go to the bed if you want to fuck me.” He pointed to the huge wet patch on the couch.

You rolled your eyes. “You are so mean, Taehyung.” You lunged forward to hug him. 

“You really thought I wouldn’t want this, huh?” Taehyung teased.

You shrugged, “You have every right to…” 

Taehyung caressed your back softly as you kissed his pretty shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed so you can fuck me, okay?” He offered.

Your eyes found him, “I will fuck your brains out, Kim Taehyung.” You held his face with your one hand and pursed his lips like a fish.

“G-gewd.” He sputtered out. His drool smeared into your hand.

You wrapped your legs around Taehyung’s waist as he got ready to stand up. “Be careful grandpa.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes, yes he was getting old but he wasn’t that old yet. Just to prove to you how strong he was, he got up, tossed you up slightly with his hold on your ass. He gave them a nice squeeze, which earned him a squeal.

Taehyung thought he was in for a treat, but as soon as his back hit the bed, you started whining for dick. Again. 

“You are LITERALLY the hottest man I have ever seen.” You clawed at his biceps.

“Yeah, butter me up.” Taehyung smirked. You could do some foreplay, but there was no point when he made you squirt every drop of essence. 

“No! I am not buttering you up. I am just telling my scientific observation.” When you pulled his shirt up, your mouth watered just like the first time. He was exciting every single time.

Taehyung rested against your pillows as you pulled his sweatpants off too. He chuckled when your eyes went hazy as your core hit his hardness. He was your sweet drug and you were his. “A-and what I say is the l-law…”

“Is that so?” He grabbed your chin so he wouldn’t lose a second of your pleasure. You let him hold your head as you hummed. “Who made you the president?” Taehyung asked.

Your hands piteously grabbed his chest. Your grinds were enough to calm you down. His hardness glided between your folds as you dropped your head back to feel every bit of skin.

“You messy girl. Look what have you done?” Tae scolded you as your cream smeared all over his shaft and made him leak out precum onto his stomach. 

When you looked where you met him, you saw your lips gliding against his length smoothly. Your excuse of thin panties was useless as Taehyung pulled them to the side. A cute flinch hit you every time Taehyung’s head hit your clit. Your mind was too busy to answer him as Taehyung noticed. You were long gone. 

“Tae…” You murmured, now you were gripping his bicep and his other free hand as he supported your moves. 

“Yeah, baby?” He quietly asked. 

“Top me.” You looked at him with begging eyes, almost forcing tears to your eyes once again.

Taehyung closed his eyes as he dropped his face to the side. His face was adorned with a bashy smile. You kissed the side of his throat, “Please, baby. I really, really need you. You fuck better than I do. You know I have weak thighs.” 

Taehyung’s smile only grew bigger, “I fucking knew it.” He said in a pleased tone. 

You realised how close you were to crying when your runny nose made an appearance. “W-what did you know?” 

Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and in one swift motion, he rolled you under him. “That you would be a fucking pillow princess. Again.” 

You gasped, “I– You said everything I want!” Your voice wavered. 

Taehyung kissed your forehead, “Yes, my princess.” He took his place between your thighs. His view was somewhat obstructed by your panties. His knees dug inside the mattress as his torso hovered over you. 

Your hips bucked up to him at the sweet pet name. You held his pretty waist and tried desperately to hump him. 

Taehyung was adorned by your eagerness. He was also very much accustomed to your cute antics. He needed to fuck your brains out, or else he would have you begging him all weekend. No need to lie, he loved both of the options.

“You need to be fucked, princess?” He rubbed his nose down your neck. His warm breath was tickling all of your senses. 

“Yes! If you don’t, I think I’ll explode.” Your desperation further amused Taehyung. His wet tongue swiped against your chest, just above your breasts. 

“We’ll see if you explode, then…” Taehyung murmured against your skin. His spit-covered lips kissed the whole of your neck before aiming for your breasts. His hands easily grabbed one with a firm touch. 

“Tae…” You called his name as Taehyung suckled your nipples. The image was so intoxicating, you couldn't help but moan, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Taehyung's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he lavished attention on your breasts, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples.

His other hand traced a path down your body, caressing your sides, your hips, before finally dipping between your thighs. 

And you had the audacity to whine. 

“I just fucked the shit out of you and you still shiever when I touch this little mound.” Taehyung groaned. His hand cupped your core harshly.

“I can’t help it.” You hiccuped when he circled your clit. The cotton of your panties burnt your skin.

Taehyung mimicked your pout. He was so adorable and hot and sexy and attractive…

Your train of thought was interrupted when his fingers deftly slid under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. You shivered as the cool air brushed against your exposed skin, your body arching instinctively toward him.

Taehyung's eyes, dark and filled with a mix of lust and affection, met your core. When he fingered you earlier this night, he couldn’t see your delicious cunt, so he needed to take his well-earned dessert. 

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. Your arms immediately wrapped around his head, locking him into the kiss. Taehyung gladly kissed you back, and let you play with his tongue. 

When he realised you were out of breath, he let you pull his hair, but a string of spit connected your lips. 

"Out of br–" Before Taehyung could finish asking, you whined.

"Spit into my mouth, Tae..."

His eyes darkened with desire at your request. He growled a dirty curse before his teeth caught your bottom lip. “Pwease…” you whined under him, your plea dripping with desperation.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Beg me.” His lower body pressed into yours, his hand grabbing your breast with a firm squeeze. His voice was commanding, filled with authority as he leaned closer.

Your voice caught in your throat, your breath hitching from the intensity of the moment. “P-please…” you stammered, your need palpable.

“Not good enough,” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “I want to hear you beg, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

You took a deep breath, your entire body trembling with need. “Please, Taehyung, please spit into my mouth. I need it. I need you,” you begged, your voice finally finding the right note of desperation.

A satisfied smirk played on his lips. “Good girl,” he praised. “I love it when you’re so needy for me.”

He moved closer, his hand moving to your jaw, holding it firmly as he hovered over your lips. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you watched him, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Open wide,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. You obeyed instantly, your mouth opening as you looked up at him with a mixture of need and submission.

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “And all mine.” He let a string of spit fall from his mouth into yours, the act raw and primal. You moaned, closing your eyes as you savoured the sensation, your body responding to the dominance he exuded.

“Does my baby like that?” he asked, his tone both teasing and possessive. “Do you like it when I take control?”

“Yes, Tae,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you.”

“Good,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to make you beg for me again and again.”

You shivered at his words, your body aching for more of his touch, more of his dominance. “Please, Taehyung, don’t stop,” you pleaded, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“I won’t, baby,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Just keep begging for me.”

“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you whimpered, your need for him growing with every passing second. “I need you. I need you so much.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Please, Taehyung, please,” you repeated, your voice a desperate plea.

With a smirk, Taehyung leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The intensity of the moment consumed you, and you knew that with Taehyung, you would always be begging for more.

Taehyung got a hold of his dick and pointed his head right below your clit. Your warm skin and the sacred skin contact made his insides liquid. 

Your back bucked with a pathetic moan.

Taehyung’s large palm firmly hit against your tit. “ Stop crying. I’ll feed you dick now. 

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs and only caused your mouth to water.

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the stinging skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs, causing your mouth to water with anticipation. The way he handled himself, every move deliberate and commanding, only heightened your desire.

He smirked, watching your reaction, and slowly dragged his length along your folds, teasing you. “You want it that bad, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Yes, please, Taehyung,” you whimpered, your hips lifting towards him, desperate for more.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he continued to tease you, rubbing his tip against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “So needy and desperate. Look at you, so ready to be filled.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the anticipation almost unbearable. “Please, Taehyung, I need it,” you begged, your voice trembling with want.

With a smug grin, Taehyung finally gave in, sliding himself into you with one smooth motion, filling you completely. You gasped, clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin as he set a steady, relentless pace.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of lust and admiration. “Such a good girl.”

His words made you shiver, adding to the intense pleasure building inside you. “More, Taehyung, please,” you pleaded, your body moving with his, matching his rhythm.

“Greedy little thing,” he growled, increasing his pace, driving deeper with each thrust. “You can’t get enough, can you? Always wanting more.”

You could only moan in response, your mind lost in the overwhelming sensations. His harsh grip on your hips, the way he stretched you, filled you—it was everything you needed and more.

You sputtered. Taehyung was unclear about what you were saying. 

“I can’t hear you, baby.” His voice was rough as he continued to pound you even harder. “Got a huge dick in your tummy?” He laughed as you grabbed his forearms. 

Taking a deep breath, you summoned your courage. "C-choke me..." you stammered. His thrusts slowed down as he processed your words. You repeated yourself, more firmly this time, "I want your hand around my neck. Please... Give me your hand."

A dark, lustful look crossed Taehyung's face. His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to choke you, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can handle that?"

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your eyes pleading.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Desperate little slut,” he murmured, his hand slowly travelling up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t apply any pressure—just let his hand rest there, a promise of control.

You gasped, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Your core frantically squeezed around him. 

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “You love being my doll, don’t you?” He put pressure on your neck for only a moment. Your core was flooded with juice as your breath was hindered for only a second.

“Yeah… I’m your–s-s.” You forced out. Your legs were sore, your core was begging to find release. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand back to being loose. When he noticed your frustration, he changed the tempo. Rather than going shallow but fast, he pushed himself further in with a slow tempo. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.  “You’re mine, understand? Only mine.”

You sniffed, pleasure started to become too much. “Yeah… Taehyung…” You weakly moaned his name. If he didn’t stop, you could cum, very soon.

Sensing your impending climax, Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with a mix of possessiveness and delight. “So close, baby? You gonna cum for me?” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark allure.

“Yes… so close,” you whimpered, your body arching into his, craving every inch of contact. You held on to his arm on your neck for emotional support.

“Not yet,” he growled softly, his hand on your neck tightening slightly as his thrusts slowed down even more. “I want to feel you completely, every part of you.”

Then, to your utter frustration, Taehyung stopped moving, staying buried deep inside you. The sudden stillness sent a shiver through your entire body. Only your fast heartbeat and his deep breaths filled your ears. 

He was still in you, planted as far as he could go. "Taehyung, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?” 

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily,  and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased.” 

Your body responded immediately, your muscles tightening around him, your moans growing louder. "Oh god, Taehyung... yes!" you cried out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“I’ll– I will cum now… Please, TaeTae…” You screamed. With a deep long chuckle from the hot man above you, you reached the peak of your orgasm.

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you in a wave of pure ecstasy. Your body convulsed, your moans turning into a high-pitched cry as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back.

He continued to pound into you, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "There you go… Such a good girl to cum for me, baby. No, no, don’t stop. I want to feel you cum all over my cock properly." He demanded, his voice thick with desire.

Taehyung groaned, the sight and feel of your climax pushing him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside you, his own release washing over him, mingling with yours in a blissful symphony of pleasure.

As you both came down from the high, he loosened his grip on your neck, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. “You did so well, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “So perfect.”

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?”

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily, and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased,” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. “Pathetic little thing, so desperate for my cock.”

You squirmed beneath him, trying to create any friction to ease the intense need burning inside you. “Please, Taehyung,” you begged, your voice cracking. “I need you.”

His grip on your neck tightened, making you gasp. “You think you can make demands?” he sneered. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”

“Please,” you whimpered, your hands clutching at his arms. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re going to have to,” he growled, his hips still not moving. 

When your bottom lip pursed, his hunger awakened. He leaned down closer to you, leaving your neck free. 

“Oh, babygirl…” He whimpered against your chin and took a bite of your bottom lip. It was soft between his teeth. With a slight pressure, he could taste your skin. Instead, he licked on them. Your mouth immediately fell open for the intrusion as Taehyung pushed his tongue in. 

While you played a tug war with his tongue, your sporadic clenches on him continued. Despite not being actively fucked, you were getting tighter and tighter around him. 

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your desperation. "Naughty girl," he sneered when your hands travelled down his back to push his hips deeper.

He retracted his wet appendage from your mouth. Still hovering over you, he murmured, “What are we going to do to these grabby hands?” He asked with mock worry.

Without letting you speak up–not that you had any capacity, Taehyung made a decision. 

A decision that grew you wetter. 

He grabbed both of your wrists and crossed them over your head. A position that you loved and got you to orgasm promptly.

“Is it too much, babygirl?” He asked as his hand covered your wrists. 

You shook your head no, “It’s perfect.” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung set a gentle pace as a start. He eased you back into pleasure. With him being slightly leaned towards you, he could go in deeper.

“Tae…” Your body rolled every time he brushed against your sweet spot. Beautiful shivers washed over your body shook beneath him. 

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” You squealed. 

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Your eyes opened big when Taehyung asked you. You looked at him confused as if you had forgotten about your orgasm. 

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung further egged as his hips steadily worked.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed. 

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” you squealed, your voice trembling with pleasure.

“Yeah? So why don’t you cum on my dick to show?”

Without further hesitation, he thrust into you a bit faster, filling you completely in one go and pulling out just to overstimulate that heavenly spot.

The sensation was overwhelming, slightly painful as your body arched off the bed despite his body on you. 

“Baby…” You sighed as your hands tugged on his. The pleasure was immaculate. 

Taehyung waited a few seconds, “Let me see it.” 

You opened your eyes to see Taehyung perfectly standing between your legs, completely inside of you. “I’ll–” You said as your core squeezed him.

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Taehyung asked, his eyes locked onto yours. Your eyes opened wide in surprise, momentarily forgetting about your impending orgasm.

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung egged on further, his hips steadily working, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions, but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed. He smirked, watching the way your body responded to him, the way you squirmed and gasped beneath him.

“Cum for me, princess,” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I want to see you fall apart.”

His words were the final push you needed. Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the orgasm ripped through you. Your vision blurred, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed as you came hard around him.

Taehyung watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his own voice thick with pleasure. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”

Your body trembled, the aftershocks of your orgasm making you shiver. Taehyung continued to thrust gently, riding out your release, his eyes never leaving your face.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his hands caressing your sides soothingly. 

“I love you so much, Taehyung,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection as he held you close. Your sweat was cooling off, heart beating so frantically against your ribs.

Taehyung paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at your heartfelt confession. 

“So so much…” You added. 

“Is it post-nut talking?” Taehyung asked playfully, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of disbelief.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected response. “No, I want more…” You cried. Both for your own orgasm and for his too. 

“Fucking brat.” Taehyung cursed in disbelief. You knew how to push his buttons. He murmured against your skin. “I can’t wait to make you mine again and again so I can make your cry out those words.”

His threat sounded heaven to your ears. “Please, Taehyung….”

Taehyung’s hips found their pace back. It was moderately fast, but the lewd squelching noises were now almost too loud. “Dirty girl.” Taehyung commented a few times after a particularly loud one. 

“Please faster.” You asked when you felt comfortable. And Taehyung immediately obliged as if he was just waiting for you to ask. 

Taehyung immediately obliged, increasing the tempo of his thrusts with a primal need that matched your own urgency.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building higher and higher until you could hardly think straight. Taehyung’s hands roamed over your skin, his touch igniting flames of desire everywhere he caressed.

“Ugh, ugh, Taehyung…” You moaned his name out. Your hands squeezed his shoulders. “I-I changed my mind. Slow! Slow!” 

Taehyung laughed through his nose as he followed your request once again. “Ah, You are such a pampered princess! Did it hurt, baby?”

He cooed your hips as you mumbled. “Only a bit…But it feels good when… when you are deep.” 

“Do you enjoy it when I am this deep?” He repeated as he scooted towards you more, plunging his dick deeper than before. You sighed when he filled you to the brim. Even taking a breath was enough for you to have him bump into your sensitive spots.

“Can you feel it?” You held Taehyung’s wrist and placed his hand on your stomach. When Taehyung slightly moved following your touch, his cock again hit your cervix again. 

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Taehyung innocently asked as he moved his hips again.

You answered Taehyung with only your moans. His head continued to give sweet kisses to your cervix and electrify your entire body. 

Your orgasm was back already with all of its glory. 

“You like it when I hit your cervix, baby?” Taehyung whispered, his hands simultaneously pressing your tummy.

Before you could answer, he snapped his hips a bit more forcefully to knock out any words that could come out. 

“Of course you do… You love anything I do to you, right?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, “I– I love y-you…” You repeated. The fact needed to get inside of his pretty head.

Your words seemed to fuel Taehyung as he planted his hands on the side of your head and started snapping his hips at a fast pace. Now, you knew you had no choice but cum. 

Pleasure was hot and messy. You felt impossibly wet. “I’ll cum! I will–” 

It was pointless to warn him. 

“Y/N, you are gonna open your eyes and cum like my little slut.” Taehyung ordered. His voice was thick with desire, his words sending a thrill through you. 

You opened your eyes to find Taehyung completely spent, his features illuminated by a deep desire to rock your world. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on you with a mixture of tenderness and desire. His jawline, sharp and defined, was accentuated by the way he clenched his teeth. Sweat glistened on his forehead, dampening his tousled hair that fell in waves over his forehead.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly. The veins on his neck and biceps down to his hands were showing. His muscles were strained and on a mission to get you high. His skin was flushed with exertion, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. 

When your eyes found his, you felt a river form in between your legs. It was impossible to get any wetter and Taehyung still managed to drive you insane. “S-so hot…” You slurred.

To answer you, he thrust harder, deeper, his movements becoming more forceful. Pleasure surged through you as Taehyung drove you towards another peak of ecstasy, his touch pushing you beyond the limits of rational thought.

“C-cum w-ith me-e.” You screeched.

Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. It shook your entire body and soul in pure ecstasy. Your mind went through hundreds of emotions as your moans continued to entertain Taehyung. 

As you swam through the mind-blowing high, Taehyung stayed inside you. Your senses were heightened, every touch, every sound, every sensation magnified. Watching you cum made Taehyung realise how his own high was palpable. He could cum if he didn’t pull it out. But if he did pull himself out, he would ruin your orgasm. 

The decision was easy. 

“Ugh, baby…” Taehyung lunged over you. Your body melted into the bed but you welcomed him with a hug. 

A messy kiss stained Taehyung’s cheek as he whispered. “Do you want me to cum inside?” 

You screamed. “Fuck yes!” 

With your approval, it took him only three thrusts to empty himself inside you. The long, throaty growl he let out was a feast to your ears as he painted your inside. 

“Taehyung…” Your nails dug into his skin painfully as you pressed him impossibly closer to you. 

With a deep breath, Taehyung rolled off of you. He was scared to crush you under his weight. But when his back hit your bed, he felt you lay on him, your tit pressed into his pec. Taehyung sighed, pleased. “I love you, Taehyung.” You whispered into his ear. 

"I love you even more." he murmured, his voice a tender caress. 

You sighed as you tangled yourself into his embrace. He kissed your forehead and asked your half-asleep figure. “Did you have enough, baby?” 

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Only for tonight. You should rest for the morning.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You should prepare yourself to ride my face.” 

“Hmm, sure sure. Sleep now.” You kissed his collarbone again and nuzzled your face to his naked skin.

“Your breast is touching my ribs.” He said giggly. 

“Yeah? Your cum is dripping out of me.” 

“Do you want me to clean you?” He worriedly asked.

“If you move Taehyung… If you move, I will tape myself to you for the rest of your life and you will have to pee in front of me forever.” You squeezed yourself in as he brushed your hair out of his face.

“Well, you are the freak that can’t pee in front of me. So, I am fine.” Taehyung shrugged. 

“I am the freak because I don’t want you to see me pee? How does it make sense?” You weren’t as comfortable as he was at talking about poops, burps and pees with him. Despite knowing him for years and seeing each other in every compromised position, you needed Taehyung to think you didn’t do any of the things. 

Taehyung was quite the opposite. 

“Yeah, you begged me to spit inside your mouth so you're a freak.” He shrugged his shoulders which made your head move on his pecs. 

You held his face again, puckered his lips and licked them. “I am your very sleepy freak then. Goodnight, darling.” 

Taehyung was going to argue more but you calling him darling caught him off guard. With a satisfied snicker, he lay under you, his arms wrapping around you possessively. You could feel the contentment radiating from him as he settled into the bed, pulling you close so your bodies were pressed together.

“Goodnight, darling.” He repeated with a kiss on your head. He felt your body go stiff only momentarily before nuzzling yourself to him like a kitten. 

The night's sleep was good. Taehyung had you cuddling with him as long as you wanted. 

After, maybe thirty minutes later, Taehyung felt you get up. He heard the soft patter of your feet on the floor as you made your way to the bathroom, the faint sound of the toilet lid closing, and then the gentle rush of water as you cleaned yourself. But soon, you joined him back in the same exact position. Taehyung felt your faint kisses on his cheeks and fell back to sleep. Close to sunrise, he felt you slip off him because it was getting warmer, but you continued to hold his hand and peck his long fingers as he drifted on and off to sleep.

The slight booze and huge amount of physical exertion knocked two of you good as the deep, restful slumber awaited.

————

“Oh my sweet human…” Taehyung caressed your body as you shook under him. Taehyung was a wolf by birth. He was a promising wolf in his tribe and loved by everyone including town people even though they didn’t know Taehyung’s tribe’s secrets.

For you, being with Taehyung was the most natural thing. He was your childhood love that transformed into something bigger, but as magical as always. Now, you knew him very well; he was a good man that could turn into a big puppy. 

Taehyung’s supernatural nature had a very traditional family aspect built into it. His tribe had become your second family with endless fun, dirty dishes and no leftovers. Taehyung’s tribe was his source of information about his nature. However, as human mates were rare, their nature wasn’t fully unknown. So, when your first heat came up, Taehyung was shocked at what to do. 

Well, he obviously knew what to do, but it didn’t expect you to have longer and more desperate heats as if your human body didn’t know how to process the superhuman urges. 

You were doing anything that a wolf would do. You were rutting against his limbs, sniffing him so deeply and licking all over his skin while burning with passion and leaking all over yourself. It was debilitating to the point where you said it was worse than your period. 

When he brought this up to Yoongi, his older brother emotionlessly commented, “Stop complaining. It’s not something you can’t keep up with.” Yoongi had a human mate but he wasn’t helping since he was very secretive with his partner. Despite everything, Taehyung had never seen someone have this much strong heat. 

It also didn’t help that you were so small for him. Tiny, itsy bitsy compared to him, way softer. You could only take only half of him when you tried your best and kept asking for more while Taehyung watched your juicy cunt stretch around him. Oh, then you smelled literally intoxicating. You alerted him with your naughty pheromones and turned him into a sex machine every single month. 

You pleaded again, this time hands holding his collar. You tried to shake Taehyung with every word.  “I want it to hurt. I- I just want you in me, okay? Fuck me, finger me- Fucking fist me! I just need you in me, Taehyung, please….” 

It was difficult for him as it was difficult for you. “You dirty princess.” Taehyung ever so slightly pulled your hair from the root, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. You followed his pull and climbed to his lap. Your lips immediately found his neck, licking it like a little kitten, rather than a scary wolf.

Taehyung fisted his hand on his lap, “You want me to fist you?” He laughed a bit too dangerously. “You can’t even take three of my fingers without crying, you dirty girl.”

His dirty talk was sweet nothings to your ears. As soon as your lips hit his smooth skin you were gone. It was very convenient that he was always burning hot so you lost your shirts in seconds. 

“You don’t have a bra on?” He hissed when your bare skin hit him through his skirt. “No? Why would I need extra layers?” You mumbled while your lips sucked his neck a big red bruise. 

Taehyung’s voice grumbled in his throat as you begged him further. “Take me to our bed, Tae…” Your voice was so weak and desperate. Taehyung followed your request. 

When his back hit the bed, you were back to ravaging him crazy. “Take it off, for fucks sake!” You complained when his cardigan tangled everywhere.

Taehyung airily laughed, “Don’t say bad words!” He spanked you with his large hand. You cried out fake tears. “What do you want, baby?” He asked as he watched you grind against his crotch mindlessly. 

“I- i… I feel so horny for you, baby.” You cried again, fingers digging at his soft skin. 

“Ride me until you are satisfied, okay?” He cooed your face as you got him out of his boxers and hovered over him. 

You were trying to get him ready as if he needed to. He was fucking ready for you before he knocked on the front door. His nose picked up on your smell, and his wolf brain realised his mate needed to be impregnated. 

“Tae…” You sighed as your soaked pussy touched his flaming hot tip. He immediately oozed some precum for you. You rubbed his head against your sensitive lips and whined, “Ahh, so good.” You let his dick go as it could stand by itself. You held Taehyung’s shoulders with both your hands and nestled his cock between your pussy lips. You were too eager but not stretched enough, you glided against his cock, and let his head hit your clit as you experienced pure bliss. 

Thankfully, Taehyung’s wolf nature came with strong stamina even though he felt himself spending after a night with you. 

“Good job…” He whispered as your cries subdued with the contact. His body drugged you like a sweet painkiller. “All you need is my dick, right?” He helped you glide over his dick. 

You hummed, “Yes… It is all...” You slurred. His pretty cockhead was bumping right against your clit as you leaked all over him. Taehyung was glad that your heartbeat calmed down a little bit. Your body was decently relaxed on top of him, but you still shivered from pleasure. 

“My sweet girl…” Taehyung caressed your face and got your hair out of your face. You basically purred into his skin. “You feel amazing, Taetae…” 

Your eyes were closed, your hands on Taehyung’s shoulders to get a good grip to glide yourself on him. You were focused on the pleasure. 

A smile covered your face, you let out a giggle. “Taetae…” You moaned his nickname out. A few giggles left your mouth. 

“What is my darling?” Taehyung asked attentively as your body gently twitched in his hold. Taehyung felt your juices slowly seep out and cover his dick. You made him sticky with your cunt. Your giggles now made more sense. 

You slowly let yourself lay on Taehyung’s chest, “I came Taetae.” You still had the most alluring giggle on your lips. 

“You just cum, baby?” He was intrigued. When you nodded like a jello in his arms, he decided to tease you. “But it has only been three minutes, baby?” 

Again, you gave him a sweet giggle, picked yourself up again and continued to pleasure yourself without caring about Taehyung’s poor dick getting drenched. 

Taehyung then realised what he was in… You continued to ride him for multiple orgasms. 

“Taehyung, oh, baby!” Taehyung wanted to pray for his God as you moaned out loud for the umpteenth time. You were holding his large hands as he supported you as you jumped on his dick like a crazy woman. “Y-you’r- s-so good! Oh- my!” You folded over his body once again as your cunt clenched over him again. You let his hands go as you lay over him, breathing frantically against his neck.

“Did you cum again, baby?” He asked hoarsely. His throat was dry from watching your goddess body ride him like you were obliged to. You rubbed your face to his neck, a sob left your mouth. “Yes, I did. I can’t stop, Taetae…” You confessed ever shy. Your pussy wasn’t shy at all. She was glamorously covering him in your sweet slick, squeezing him for his worth and cumming endlessly. 

“How many times did you cum, baby?” His hands caressed your lower back. He was tempted to spank your ass but the way you shake in his arms stopped him. “S-so many times…” You murmured and you picked yourself up again. Despite your messy hair and make-up and overstimulated state, you sat back up, intertwined hands and started riding him again. You were slow this time, but your thighs were more separated now, giving you a deeper angle to take him. Most of your thrusts were irregular as you got comfortable with the depth. Nevertheless, Taehyung was holding his orgasm vigorously.

“Ah, f-fuck!” You squeezed Taehyung’s hand, your face crumbled in a cry. “You feel s-so big!” Your hips halted with their jumping motion and you started to swirl your hips around. A high-pitched whine followed your actions. “Y-you are so long, fuck!” 

Taehyung was deep inside you. He could feel how you moved around to feel every inch of him. “Ggg-” Taehyung only could give you a low growl. “Getting a good feel of me, heh?” He asked. If you weren’t holding his hands this tightly, he would have given your ass a strong spank, or to your delicious boobs. 

“Yes, baby…” You arched back, Taehyung was sure that he hit the correct place. When you repeated your cute little swirl over and over again, he was sure that you were cumming again. 

“Tae…” Taehyung felt his cock getting flooded by your cum once again. The worst thing was he desperately both needed to cum and didn’t want to cum. 

“Baby… Are you–” He was enamoured by your pleasure. Despite losing your mind a few orgasms ago, you still had the audacity to play with him. 

“Are you mad at me, Taetae?” You pouted with his dick bulging your stomach. Your one hand caressed his face. Taehyung could see your act from a mile away so he bucked his hips up to you.

“Ahh, so biggg…” Your face crumbled in a second with a hazy burn. “You are so deep, baby.” You clawed at his shoulders but didn’t pull him out.

“Mhmm, I am going again…” You gulped, your hips going at their full speed. As your high reached again, you let yourself fall into Taehyung’s chest and cried a full orgasm out in his arms. The sight of your face fully comforted in pleasure was too arousing for Taehyung that he flooded your soppy cunt with his seed. As Taehyung came, his hips moved slightly and yes, feeling him cum you gave him another small orgasm. 

“Bab-y, how on earth?” He asked you with a strained voice. It took everything in him not to continue slamming you stupidly on his cock. 

“I-Iam sorry, it-’s just that- you know your hea-t makes me like this…”  You dared to apologise while subtly continuing to ride his softened cock. 

“Don’t ever apologise!” Taehyung warned you. What the fuck you were apologising for? For riding him like a good girl?

You shrugged with a pout. “You should have never let me fuck you. Now, I don’t want to stopp-” Your hands find their places on Taehyung’s shoulders. You could easily hold onto the bed and fuck yourself but no, you had to touch him.

“I fucking love it when you are like this…” Taehyung hissed through overstimulation. You were the one who fucking came back-to-back and yet he was the little overstimulated bitch. 

“You do?” You hummed as your hips sped up. 

“Fuck, yes!” Taehyung gave you a well-deserved spank on your ass. 

“Ah, don’t hit me! I am s-so sensitive…” You whined; your pout was still on. 

Taehyung rubbed the spot, feeling a little bit guilty. “Mhmm, you are my sensitive little baby, aren’t you?” You nodded; head thrown back. 

“You can’t make your cunt stop cumming… Oh, sweet baby.” Taehyung cooed your face in his palm. You nuzzled against his hand. So, you wanted to ride him like a starved slut and still act like a pampered princess. Okay, he could do that. 

“Do you like it this slow, baby?” He asked gently, his hand dropping to your waist. “Yes, I-I love it…”

“How does it feel?” He breathlessly asked. 

“Like… like I am on top of the world.” You mumbled, speaking true from your mind. Taehyung felt his heart stutter. “Is that so? Do you like using my dick for your pleasure? Come on, baby, use me nice and good” You cried listening to him. He was yours to use, yes. He was all yours. “I-I am h-having f-fun with yo-r dick.” You nodded while your hips worked their magic to make him hit your G spot. 

Taehyung chuckled, “Yes, you have so much fun, baby. I can tell by how many times you came.” You hissed when he tried to fasten your hips. You needed your own pace and so Taehyung opted for simply caressing your waist with his warm large hands when you whined. 

“Your hands feel so warm…so big…” You took a big breath and continued. “A-and your body… s-so big and s-safe for me… I love y-you so muc-h.” While you confessed, tears streamed down your face like an overstimulated baby girl you are. Your hands caressed his honey skin, feeling his silky-smooth body.

“Y/N…” Taehyung breathed out your name slowly and dragged every single syllable. He was getting close to his orgasm again but he didn’t want to end your fun by cumming too soon. 

“Taehyung…” You mimicked him, voice entrenched in pleasure. 

“Baby, I will cum, very soon.” He whispered. He felt like you needed a warning.

“Me too!” You cried. “You will make me cum again! That’s s-so…” 

Taehyung couldn’t bear your slow impaired pace so he started pounding you from where he lay. “Baby…” Your figure immediately shook and you couldn’t hold yourself up on Taehyung’s lap. When you laid over Taehyung, he wrapped his arms around you. He had more control over the position despite having your entire body over him. 

His ragged, low grunts filled your ear. “Yo-r moans…” Your whimpers made him grunt even more. “I-i could c-cum j-st listenin- you, Taetae… You-r ss-sexy…” 

Taehyung squeezed your ass, “Do it then baby.” He talked behind his gritted teeth. “You did come a handful of times, yeah? Why don’t you cum for me again? Let me see how your eyes roll back.” He was mean. He fucking knew what his words did to you. He knew his voice was the reason why you whined like a little slut. “Taetae…” You whined his nickname out with a big sigh and shook in his arms.

“Pretty girl, cum for me like that.” Taehyung followed your orgasm with his and exploded inside you. You ride him through his orgasm despite the overstimulation. He felt so creamy and snuggly when he came. He always gifted you so many good sensations so you retaliated back. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered in his ear while your hips worked subtly. You kissed his forehead. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for-” You hiccuped while Taehyung kept cumming endlessly as you rode him out. “You had so much cum for me…” Your voice was so quiet as if you were afraid that someone would hear you. Taehyung answered only with a grunt and lay with afterglow. You laid back on him fully and cuddle him with his softened dick still inside you.

“Please don’t move…” You whimpered when he tried to move. “I want to stay like this for the rest of the night.” And you did. 

Taehyung was well accustomed to having you sleep on top of him so he fell into a deep slumber after his brain got washed up with sex chemicals. You were drugging his mind so sweetly that he was addicted to you. 

As if you could hear his thoughts, you gently twitched in his arms, clearly waking up. He didn’t open his eyes. “Mhmm…” You moaned. Right then your walls clenched on his soft dick. It felt amazing like his dick getting a hug from your juicy walls. Then, you picked yourself up from his chest. You have drooled on his chest. “Ah!” You winced in pain right as you pulled Taehyung out of you. Taehyung always wondered what you were up to when he was sleeping.

When you pulled Taehyung’s cock out, cum that was plugged into you dripped out to his thighs. It was both an erotic and messy sight. Your womanhood didn’t feel good, your entire midriff was sore. You rolled off Taehyung’s large frame and your back hit the bed after hours of extreme sporty activity that was riding Taehyung. 

You looked over his handsome face. All of his muscles were relaxed. He wasn’t frowning, clenching his teeth or anything. He was sleeping like your cute bear. You couldn’t help your heart swell for him. Your lips wanted to peck that gorgeous face. Taehyung and you did dive into a little bit of somnophilia, but nothing fully. You would never say no to waking up Taehyung's tongue in between your legs. So, you were comfortable giving him an innocent kiss on his forehead. You brushed his fluffy hair back and kissed his forehead again. You murmured something but Taehyung couldn’t catch it. When Taehyung thought you were getting up, he felt another kiss. This time on his shoulder. Another kiss was granted to him in seconds. They were so gentle, almost like a feather tickling his skin. You snuggled to his side while giving him some small kisses. It was more for you to get up and have some motivation to clean yourself. 

When you got up, Taehyung sneakily peeked. You were rushing to the bathroom with your hand cupping your sex so that nothing would leak. It was so fucking hot. Taehyung considered getting up and joining you, but he decided to stay in. It was one of the best decisions he made tonight because when you joined back to him on the bed a few minutes later, you showered him with gentle kisses. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him. You always said this would be the last but pressed another kiss only seconds later. 

“Sleep well, my Taetae bear.” This time Taehyung heard your voice. Then, you snuggled him again and threw your one leg over him. Taehyung fell asleep after that. The last thing he remembered was how you played with his fingers. You lay next to Taehyung, your head resting on his shoulder as you listened to his gentle snoring. The rhythmic sound vibrated through the room, creating a soothing ambience that lulled you into a state of tranquillity.

As you gazed at Taehyung's peaceful face, you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the man lying beside you. His snoring was like a sweet lullaby to your ears, a reminder of his presence and the comfort he brings to your life.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, vibrating with the gentle snores that escaped his lips. It was a symphony of sound that intertwined with your love for him. In this simple act of slumber, Taehyung radiated an aura of vulnerability and warmth that captivated you.

Unable to resist, your hand reached out to gently trace the contours of his face, your fingers gliding across his cheek with tender adoration. You marvelled at the way his snores continued uninterrupted.

As your lips pressed softly against his temple, you felt a surge of tenderness swell within you. It was a pure and profound love that filled your heart, a love that was intensified by the gentle snores that escaped his lips. At this moment, you are overwhelmed by the depth of your emotions, a deep-seated yearning to protect and cherish him. And with that realization, you close your eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you, as you drift into a blissful sleep, cradled by the gentle serenade of Taehyung's snoring.

Morning came fast and early. You snuggled to his side; Taehyung didn’t want to get up despite being awake for hours. It was his turn to watch you sleep. He spent the entire morning pressed against you, titties he adored only a reach away from his hand. If you didn’t look so comfortable wrapped in his arms, he would selfishly pull himself back and drown in your titties. Until your sleeping figure decided it was over, Taehyung cuddled you back. He wanted his every day to be like this. 

After having breakfast, you tidied around the room briefly, took out two pieces of chicken to thaw and did a load of laundry. Meanwhile, Daehyun seemed occupied with the rainbow block set that Taehyung’s brother got for him. However, the quiet time didn’t last long and Daehyun started to throw a tantrum around noon. 

So you decided to take your human and dog babies for a walk. Daehyun dozed off as soon as you stepped outside, leaving you in shock. 

After 10 minute walk, you arrived at your in-laws’ house for lunch. They were excited to see you and their grandchildren. Daehyun ran up and down the corridor with his uncle and played train with his grandfather. Taehyung's family’s love seemed to entertain Daehyun as he went in circles and was adored by them. During lunch, he chased Yeontan to feed him and the poor dog climbed on the TV unit because of the crazy attention. While Daehyun ran his terror amongst the Kim family, you chat with your mother-in-law about the cleaning person that she found for help. 

You had pretty tough labour that lasted for almost two days. Taehyung was with you in every second of it. From the first entrance to the hospital to getting your epidural, counting your contractions, and having your baby boy in your arms. He felt guilty for your pain. He was there for you as a strong husband— even though he started weeping as soon as he saw Daehyun. 

Postpartum wasn’t easy either. During birth, your doctor had to push the baby herself to help you out. So she had pressed down to your left ribs, just under your lungs with all of her strength. It was a very needed move for the birth, but you still suffer the crude pain for months. Additionally, the stitches were absolutely painful. On top of everything, you were bound to an infant with all of his life depended on you. The only thing you did during that time was to eat and feed. Without your husband and his family’s help, you could never last long. 

The overall recovery lasted around 3 months challenging you both mentally and physically. The only thing Taehyung could think about was you and his baby. Even though Taehyung had to go back to work after a week, he constantly called you or just face-timed you as he worked. 

Also, his parents were always loving and supportive. Taehyung’s mother had become your holy source for motherhood knowledge. She came to your house as Taehyung was leaving for work and helped you with everything for the first three months. She did the laundry, cleaning, cooking, everything.

Taehyung’s father was active in every event as well, and he showed his affection directly— which was something you weren’t familiar with. He had taken care of many things related to the baby’s citizenship and health insurance. They were doting parents but worshipping grandparents.

However, the most perfect grandparents couldn’t keep Daehyun busy for long. The little boy was quick to remember the absence of his father. No game, no toy or no snack could replace his father. So after his noon nap, he was back to being moody.

After dropping Yeontan at your in-laws’ house —God knows that dog deserves the fattest steak on earth after bearing a crying baby for two days— you brought your baby to Taehyung’s office. The distance was a bit long, you walked 30 minutes with Daehyun in his carrier that is strapped to your chest. On the walk to his dad’s office in downtown, Daehyun looked around tentatively and pointed various things at you. Many passers-by were taken by his cuteness and playfulness.

“Let’s go to the Appa’s office!” you exclaimed. Your little son raised his arms so you could pick him up. It was 16:50 so Taehyung’s shift was going to end on a high note. You entered the main building from the garage and took the elevator to the main area. 

You introduced yourself to the young man in the reception area “Hello, I am here for Kim Taehyung. Can you let him know?” you asked politely. The receptionist nodded his head tiredly. Who knows how many people asked him the same question?

You didn’t want to stand in front of the desk as it was pretty intimidating. Also, Daehyun was trying to get himself off of his carrier.

 “You saw the fish tank, didn’t you?” Daehyun’s eyes were fixed on the bubbling fish tank that was on the wall. As soon as you let him down, his little legs ran towards the wall. His eyes got enlarged and carefully examined the colourful fishes. He tried to knock on the glass but his small hands were too weak. 

“Mr Kim awaits you in his room. 7th floor, the second room on the left. His assistant will help you.” The receptionist talked slowly and clicked on the lift for you. 

“Daehyun, let’s see Appa,” you picked your baby up again and entered the elevator. During the ride, Daehyun made funny faces and licked all the microbes on his hands.

When the lift’s door opened, you entered a fairly quiet area. Doors of two rooms out of four were opened, one of which belonged to your husband. The assistant’s desk was empty, however, there were boxes everywhere.

You timidly made your way to your husband’s open door. You saw his back standing while another man was on a stool. “Knock, knock,” you said.

Taehyung immediately turned with a big smile on his face. Daehyun just noticed his father and started squealing on your arms. “My love,” Taehyung kissed your forehead immediately whilst holding your nape. “Welcome baby,” he whispered to you. 

Daehyun squealed louder and kicked his father for attention. “Oh, my son is here to see Appa.” Taehyung picked up the crazy toddler as Daehyun kept squealing. “Hooray!” Taehyung tossed Daehyun up. 

“He will throw up, don’t do that.” You tried to intervene but both of your boys’ laughs brought a warm smile to your face. “No, my son won’t throw up on me, right baby?” 

Taehyung and his shoulders experienced endless vomiting, but you still didn’t want to get it on his work shirts, especially the ones that made him look extra hot. Taehyung tossed Daehyun up once more and watched his baby laugh warmly. Daehyun held his father’s chin with his drool-covered hands as he kept giggling at the feeling.

Right then, you realised the room was much more crowded than you expected. You hazily remembered some of them from last year’s company party. “Y/N, darling, meet my coworkers.” Taehyung gestured to three men in their early thirties. You briefly shook hands with them. Your handsome husband was promoted to be a mid-level principal architect a month ago, so these people were very much strangers to you.

Despite your smile, Taehyung sensed how tired you were. “I have some unboxing left. I want to finish them before we leave if that’s OK for you, darling.” Taehyung held your hand with one hand and Daehyun with the other. His lips curled up timidly, weighing your reaction. You couldn’t help but smile at the big bear in front of you. “Of course darling.” You approved as he brought your hand to his mouth and placed small kisses on it. 

“Here, you sit on my chair wifey, and I will take care of it quickly.” He made you sit on the large leather chair whilst holding Daehyun, his biceps bulging attractively. He was already freaking hot and being considerate was making him annoyingly sexy. “Welcome to your office again, Taehyung. We should leave now, see you tomorrow.” All of his co-workers got his cue from the eldest-looking one and left the room.

As they were leaving, two young girls and one boy rushed into the room with glasses in their hands. “We brought tea-” One of them babbled while holding the tray. The eldest co-worker led them out too. 

“Why are you serving tea at the end of the shift?!” A yell came from the corridor.  “Ladies and gents, we should clean this mess now. We will have other stuff coming up tomorrow!”

Just like that everyone left Taehyung’s room. “Baby?” Taehyung inquired. “Are you tired, my love?” he asked with a concerned face as he saw you close your eyes with a relaxed sigh. You nodded, “Daehyun is a big naysayer without you at home.” As you spoke, your son hid his face in his father’s neck. 

“Really?” Taehyung’s lips curled up, he was amused. “Yes, we looked for you around the house all morning.” You remembered Daehyun running between rooms with only a diaper on. 

“Daehyun, don’t make Mommy tired!” Taehyung said to his son ever lovingly. He was the best father ever. “No!!” Daehyun repeated and shot a smile at you. Even with a few teeth, you were gladly sure that he had his father’s boxy smile. 

Then, Taehyung put the toddler down and kept unboxing it. “Your new office looks nice,” You commented. He was promoted recently, but his office was under renovation. “They really don’t want you to quit,” 

This job was the second job he landed after university. It was a large architecture company that designed malls, residences and even city halls. The company was fairly new at that time so it needed core, hardworking employees. However, as with any corporate job, it was very stressful. During your first months of pregnancy, many of Taehyung’s school friends quit their jobs here due to fierce competition. 

You encouraged Taehyung to do the same, you were a hundred per cent sure that he could find another job, or else you guys could move back to France where your father would gladly refer him to many of his business friends.

But Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to be unemployed as there was a baby on the road. After six months of mental warfare, the company was sold to a much more modern person, and the new Board of Directors valued the employees. As a result, your hardworking husband quickly climbed the succession ladders. 

Taehyung didn’t see himself as a white-collar until retirement. At one point he was going to start his own business. However, he needed more experience and financial power to do so. 

“Apparently, I will work for 4 days a week during the winter season. At least I will not come to the office.” Taehyung announced. You smiled at your hard-working husband and your eyes teared. 

“You are amazing, Taehyung.” You quavered. All the emotions boiled up inside you. Taehyung’s shoulder shot up and quickly kneeled in front of you. “Only because I have a perfect wife.” He held your hands on your lap and looked into your eyes dearly. 

His brown bangs were beautifully covering his forehead, his defined eyebrows were relaxed. His chocolate eyes were gleaming right at you, his lips were pressed together, and his mole was waving you hello from his nose. “My love,” Taehyung held your shoulders and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. All of your tiredness was eradicated with his gentle touch. 

“You know what?” Taehyung checked your son. “You should visit me alone next time.”  His naughty tone already indicated his intentions, his arms wrapped around your thighs from where he was kneeling. 

“We have to have sex on my desk at least.” You laughed at your ever-horny husband as he kissed your knees. “Or, I should eat you out under the table. Mhmm, babygirl, my sexy baby mama…” You blushed but you were surely down for it. “Office sex?” You asked him as his eyes ran all over your body as if you were wearing the sexiest lingerie, not jeans with a basic shirt. “Mhmm, of course, I want my wife all the time.” He kissed your knuckles a bit seductively as Daehyun started to play with magazines babbling to himself. You snickered at the little baby, cock-blocking his father.

“Daehyun, come on. Help Appa put these up.” Taehyung loved spending time with his baby more than ever. As a child, he always admired his father, and now he only had one goal: to be an admirable father. 

The little baby always fascinated his father with his intelligence. Last winter, Daehyun once pointed at the snow and said “Brr”. According to Taehyung, it was a sign of high intellect and that he will become an engineer in future. 

Plus, Daehyun was energetic and goofy like his father. The little boy always did his best to make others laugh. Just today, he sat on the TV remote and told his grandfather that the remote went on a trip — what you always say when his noisy toys go missing. 

Taehyung placed the box with various stationery in front of your baby. As the little boy played with clear tape, your sexy husband dealt with the rest. “Do you want me to help?” you asked as Taetae reached for the top shelf.

“No need, my baby mama.” He talked cutely on top of a stool. As he reached up, his bubble butt looked bigger.

“Your butt looks so sexy, baby.” You blurred out the bare truth. He looked stunning in smart office outfits— much different from the weird print shirts you met him in. Formal trousers hugged perfectly at his butt and accentuated his small waist. “Hmm, be a good girl and I will let you touch it.” He shook his ass to the sides. 

“Appa,” Daehyun pointed to his father and got up as well. Two of you locked on his movements as the little boy shook his butt too. You started laughing at the cuteness. “Does Appa shake his butt?” You asked him and the little boy did it again to amuse you.

Taehyung scowled, “Do you laugh at Appa?”  He slowly approached the little boy and picked him up. Daehyun squealed with happiness. “Are you laughing at Appa?” Taehyung asked and Daehyun kept giggling.

Then, his father tossed him up — yet his hands never left Daehyun’s body. Taehyung stopped soon after. Then, he tickled the little boy and kissed him all over his tummy while holding him above his head.

“Did you know that Mommy shakes her butt better?” Taehyung playfully talked to Daehyun. The little boy, of course, didn’t understand anything at all. “She used to dance on me all night.” You rolled your eyes at him. 

You and Taehyung met when he visited France as an exchange student. One of your friends from the architecture major was assigned to show Taehyung around. Through that friend, you met Taehyung and fell in love within a month. During that semester, you dragged him to all the bars and pubs on Paris streets. Cheap alcohol and immense attraction toward each other meant there was a lot of kissing, grabbing, and grinding. Both of you would get a bit tipsy and make out in dark streets all night.

 You were crazy on the outside but totally shy inside. Despite all of your grinds on him, sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Taehyung. 

Taehyung was completely the opposite. If you weren’t so eager, he wouldn’t touch you that aggressively. However, once he got more comfortable, the freak inside of him revealed himself.  

You still remember being warmed by Taehyung’s large arms around you and swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music. He would occasionally groan to your ear—letting you know how much he loved your little moves.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. “Mr Kim, do you need some help?” a young woman asked Taehyung, trying to avoid eye contact. “I don’t, thanks.” Taehyung's voice suddenly became ice-cold.

“What about something to drink?” she asked again. Her body was tilted against the door. 

“Do you want to drink something, my love?” Taehyung asked you. You shook your head. “I am fine. Thank you.” 

“My wife and I are good Miss…?” Taehyung didn’t know this lady’s name but saw her around a lot. “Jeon-” The girl uttered.

Taehyung let a second of silence pass. “I would be pleased if you and your intern friends didn’t wander around. You are here for work, not gossiping.” Taehyung set the distance sharply. “Also, your job isn’t coffee service, please act accordingly.” The young girl bowed quickly and left the room. 

“Ouch,” You remarked Taehyung’s bitterness.

“What?” Taehyung shrugged. “All they do is talk all day.” He sounded like your old bosses. “Yeah, because they are still students!” You exclaimed. Expecting interns to act like full professionals was dumb in your opinion. 

“They kept flirting with your husband though.” Taehyung placed a wooden pencil holder on his desk and shrugged with a pout on his lips. “Mhmm, well, I would do too if my supervisor was this hot.” You sneakily hugged his back. Your small frame tried to engulf him as your chest pressed against his broad back. 

Taehyung chuckled at your comment. “Hmm, you are feeding my office fantasy, babygirl.” He turned his face to you and whispered in your ear. “It wouldn’t take much for me to get me on my knees if you were my intern.” Taehyung turned his face to you and wrapped his arm around you. You giggled, "Oh, Mr Kim, that’s very flattering…" 

Taehyung kissed a tiny trail on your neck, “I heard that the finance department could make room for my intelligent wife,” His large hands grasped your ass. 

You brushed his nose with yours, "Yeah? Only if you promise to fuck me every lunch break." As soon as you flirted back, Taehyung's cock shifted in its confines. 

"You know I am a weak whore when it comes to you, wifey." Taehyung confessed dearly, making you laugh again.

"I know, baby, you-"  Right then, a voice belonging to a small person cut the sweet scene.

“Mommy,” Daehyun called for you. Your baby was still very much dependent on you. The little boy was still sitting next to the pile of magazines. “Milk,” he said, reaching for your arms. You smiled at his soft eyes looking at you. 

Daehyun ate solids perfectly, but he still wanted to be breastfed, and you wanted it too. It was a bonding experience you and your baby shared. Probably he was never going to remember those moments, but you had every second engraved in your brain. Also,  breastfeeding was good for his health too. With the approval of your doctor and your mother-in-law, you decided to breastfeed him as long as possible.

“Come, my baby boy.” You picked him up; however, you still had his baby carrier on. When your hands tried to lose the knots, Taehyung’s hands stopped you. “Let me help you, gorgeous,” his hands skillfully replaced yours. He got rid of the carrier and brought the blue diaper bag. It was the end of March but you still carried a blanket with you just in case.  Taehyung took the blanket out and guided you to sit on his leather chair. 

You undid your pants to release your T-shirt whilst holding your baby. Meanwhile, Taehyung closed the blinds and locked the door. You didn’t care about nudity when it came to feeding your child. Your breasts were just tools to feed your baby, not a sexual thing for you. However, Taehyung got uncomfortable when you whipped out your breast outside of the home. He was scared of someone looking at it indecently; even the possibility made his blood boil. 

Breastfeeding also introduced you to front-closure bras. They were a bit awkward at first but very convenient. As your left tit dropped out, Daehyun pushed his legs up with excitement. Taehyung chuckled, “Like father, like son.” 

You rolled your eyes and got comfortable on the chair. Breastfeeding lasted anywhere from 25 to 30 minutes when Daehyun was hungry. He could go longer if the little boy wanted attention.

“Rest your legs up, darling.” Taehyung dragged one of the visitor chairs to rest your legs up. He carefully removed your sneakers and lifted them. During your pregnancy, he massaged them for you.

 He kissed your forehead with a big content sigh. Could Taehyung be any happier? He had a well-paying and satisfying job, an excellent wife, and an adorable little son. Things were difficult, but with your help, he solved every problem on his way. All of the challenges paid off and he ended up with his dream life. 

Taehyung got back to unpacking the last two boxes before leaving: one box from his old office and the other from one box filled with printing paper. He slowly opened the second box and put a stack of paper in the printer. 

The other box was already open. His tea mug was on top with his blue and black pens in it. It also had rubber bands around them. The promotion letter was in the box too with other random papers. Then, there were framed pictures of his family: his most precious treasures. 

The first frame was from the wedding. His large arms were wrapped around your waist and your hands were on his chest — a classic wedding photo. Your angelic smile was radiating even from the picture. It was the reminder of a wonderful life he began with you.

The other frame was from Daehyun’s first trip to France. Last summer, you visited your family’s summer house in southern France. You and Taehyung travelled frequently as a young couple. Both of you usually stayed at shitty motels or camped outside. Sometimes you guys just didn’t sleep at all. 

However, with Daehyun, you had to carefully plan your holidays. This picture was from one of those carefully planned holidays, taken in a marina near a couple of tourist attractions.  You had a red summer dress and Taehyung had a tropical flowered blouse with white shorts— the biggest DILF energy. On the other hand, Daehyun had a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with a bucket head. He had sunscreen all over his face. Taehyung was holding Daehyun on his side and hugging you. It was tiring but the most fun holiday Taehyung ever had. Daehyun was still so young, but he was willing to do everything with his dad. Taehyung built sandcastles with his son on the beach and swam in the gorgeous blue sea. Plus, seeing you in your bikini with Daehyun in your arms was a splendid sight. Taehyung smacked your ass with his wet cold hands when you lay under the umbrella and showed your sexy body to everyone. 

The last picture was of you and him again, kissing each other in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was probably taken two or three months into dating. Taehyung looked at himself in the picture. What he was seeing basically seemed like a child to him. If he saw that 22 years-old-Taehyung, he would say: “Don’t give up on your love no matter what. She is going to give you a reason to live.” Then, he looked at your figure in the picture. You could get mistaken as a teenager even though you were a year younger than him. Your face was rounder in the picture. Your fingers were holding his face as both of you shared a kiss.

Taehyung reminisced about the past while a big lump sat in his throat. He still couldn’t believe that you were his wife the mother of his children, and his life partner.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly called for you. Your tired eyes found him, then the picture he was holding. 

You smiled at him as Daehyun slurped at your nipple. Taehyung chuckled and left everything on his desk to look at his baby boy.

 “Is it yummy?” Taehyung asked, resting his face on your shoulder. Daehyun’s eyes looked over his father’s face whilst innocently drinking milk. As your husband seemed to be enchanted by the little boy, you kissed his cheek. Taehyung immediately gave you his famous boxy smile. “My gorgeous wife,” he sighed to the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses onto your skin. Then, Daehyun slurped at your nipple again. It was a sign that the little baby was feeling sleepy. 

“Okay, now I am getting jealous,” Taehyung told Daehyun who could barely open his eyes. “Sshh, he is going to sleep in seconds.” Just as you said, Daehyun released your nipple. Sometimes he would wake up from his sleep and continue drinking, so you usually waited a few minutes to make sure he was sleeping. Taehyung chuckled as his son fell asleep his mouth open, his cute double chin was, of course, covered with drool. 

“He sleeps like you,” You commented lovingly and your finger softly pushed Daehyun’s chin to close his mouth. As he felt your touch, the little boy opened his mouth and aimed for your nipple again.

“Wow,” Taehyung said dramatically. “That’s- that’s living life.” he scoffed and his brows furrowed. You looked at him confused, “Sleeping in your arms and suckling your nipples at any place without question must be good, huh.” 

This time you scoffed at his behaviour. “Do you realise he is your son?” You silently opposed. “It’s against bro code anyway!” Taehyung pouted.

After 10 minutes of breastfeeding and a catastrophic burp on Taehyung’s new chair, your son was asleep in your arms. Taehyung also finished decorating the four shelves behind his desk and watched his little man in your arms. “Darling, can you carry him to the car?” you asked while Taehyung wore his suit jacket. Your arms were tired of holding him steadily to your chest. “Of course, love.” Taehyung sounded a bit worried, thinking that he doesn’t do enough for you.

You slowly stood up and handed Daehyun to Taehyung’s large arms. He held his treasure delicately and laid him on his shoulder. Your joints cracked loudly during the process due to not moving. As Taehyung cooed Daehyun’s back, you covered his little body with a blanket; voila, the hottest dilf you have ever seen was created before you. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at your giggling, “What?”

You shrugged, “You look really hot with our baby in your arms. THE biggest dilf energy I felt ever.” you held your crotch dramatically as Taehyung giggled. “Maybe you should fuck me,” he slapped your ass with one hand as you tidied yourself up.

 Then, you took the diaper bag and pushed his chair back in place. After one last check, you opened the door to leave. 

The corridor was more crowded than you expected. Some of the co-workers were still chatting at the secretary’s desk. As you walked towards them, Taehyung’s fingers intertwined with yours. “That’s better,” he mumbled. 

“Ahh, Taehyung! Is that your son?” a high voice filled the corridor. Taehyung instinctively stepped back, checking on his son. Who could scream this loud in the workplace? You furrowed your brows. 

Taehyung shushed the screaming lady. “Uh, I am sorry,” she quickly said, completely ignoring you. Others bowed as both of you came closer. “Mrs Park, look at this cutie!” This time she was quiet with an excited voice. An older woman came over to the desk to see Daehyun. “Oh, little sleepy boy,” she said with a lower voice. “He is adorable, Mr Kim.” she continued. 

“Well, I didn’t have anything to do with that. That’s all thanks to my wife..” Taehyung pulled you close to him proudly and wrapped his hand around your waist. You blushed as everybody looked at you. “Of course,” Mrs Park nodded, you highly doubted if she meant it. 

“We should before he gets cold.” Taehyung exchanged goodbyes and both of you walked towards the lift. 

Thankfully, Daehyun was still soundly asleep in his dad’s arms. Taehyung clicked on the lift’s button and stood tall in front of you. 

“Should we get take-outs?” He asked quietly.

You immediately opposed, “No, I got some chicken out of the freezer. We will have chicken soup, you know the flu season is hard this year, and we have leftovers from yesterday.” Your chicken soup was something Taehyung could never say no to. It was his comfort food. 

“Hmm, my day goes super well. First, your visit; then, chicken soup. Oh, fuck, I love it when you wife me.” Taehyung held and kissed your knuckles slowly. 

As both of you entered the empty lift cabin Taehyung buried his nose into his baby’s cheek, “He smells so sweet. I can’t get enough.” 

Yes, Daehyun’s baby smell was incredible. You laughed at him, “He smells like milk and his gorgeous mother,” Taehyung slowly kissed Daehyun’s cheek and wrapped the blanket tightly. “You still have the baby seat, right?” You remembered Taehyung taking it off as the car went to the repair shop last week. 

“It is in the boot baby, don’t worry.” Both of you got off the lift and walked to the car. Taehyung’s face glowed under the afternoon sun, his bangs covering his gorgeous forehead. His jaw was clenched, focused on carrying Daehyun safely. The grey suit fitted him perfectly and gave off the sexiest young professional feels. The top two shirt buttons were undone, revealing his honey-coloured skin. When you got closer to the car, Taehyung clicked the button. “Do you wanna drive?” You looked at the big scary black jeep and shook your head. “Noppee.” 

You got your driving license when you were 20 years old and have probably driven about three times since then. Taehyung knew that you weren’t a confident driver, so he wanted to encourage you to start driving. With Daehyun growing up, he wanted you to have more freedom. “Come on, baby…” Taehyung tried insisting. 

“Nah, I want to watch my husband drive. Why did I marry you if you weren’t going to be my personal chauffeur?” Taehyung was more than happy to drive you anywhere you want. However, he had serious plans of getting you a car as an anniversary gift, so he was testing the waters to be sure. “Is it because Noire is large?” Taehyung asked.

And yes, he named his car Noire after the bar name he met you in Paris. He gave Daehyun to you slowly and took off the baby seat from the boot. “No, it is not that. It is just- I feel so worried even with the thought of sitting in the driver’s seat.” You complained while he secured the baby seat.

After placing Daehyun carefully, he called you. “Wait, wait.” 

“I want to open the door for my princess- for my queen.” His loving hands held you and opened the door. “Mademoiselle, please.” He politely bowed to you.

You let him help you sit on your seat, “I am a married woman, Monsieur. It should be Madame.” Your sexy role-play went immediately to his dick. Fuck, yes, you were his wife. “My apologies, Madame. Please let me make it up.” Taehyung kept playing his role. Before you can speak, his lips moulded against yours in a warm hug. You hummed into the kiss as he pulled you tighter. His sweet taste and smell filled up every bud on your body, and your brain quickly relaxed in his touch. Taehyung dipped his tongue into your mouth and scraped it against the roof of your mouth. 

"Mmhmm, tastes like my fucking wife." Taehyung licked his lips and moaned at your taste. But you couldn't care less, the only thing your mind was focused on was feeling his lips on yours again. So you pulled him down by his tie and connected your lips. Taehyung got your message and started kissing your lips even messier, caressing your boobs on the way.

You squeezed his shoulders while moaning, “Taetae, we are out.” You hid your face on his shoulders. “So? We did nastier things in public, wifey.” He whispered to your ear as you whimpered. Your body jolted against him as he dived deeper. “Mhmm, I remember.” This time you spread your legs and pull him closer. You remembered how he used to fuck you in his old red Toyota car in between lectures, or on study breaks. It was probably the steamiest sexy you guys ever had.

 “I love you, babygirl.” He kissed the top of your head and went around the car to get into his seat.

The drive back home went quiet. Taehyung occasionally grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, his hands sometimes rubbed your thighs too. You watched your husband skillfully drive in the hectic rush hour traffic whilst listening to smooth jazz. As Taehyung parked at your apartment complex’s garage, Daehyun was looking out with his large doe eyes. “Baby, did you wake up?” Taehyung looked at his smiley son from the rear-view mirror. 

Daehyun wiggled his legs to set himself free from the seat belt. “Appa will get you, wait for me.” Your husband called. In return, Daehyun squealed with an excited toss. 

You too got out of the car whilst your two cute babies laughed. Your tiredness didn’t matter when you saw Taehyung and Daehyun having the greatest fun.

While you closed the doors, Taehyung let out a big laugh. “He has the nastiest diaper. What have you done, Daehyun?” Your little boy was laughing at his dad's reaction. “Oh no, we need air support.” Taehyung raised Daehyun up and made helicopter noises. You kept giggling at the sight.

When you entered the house, Taehyung took off his and Daehyun’s clothes and bathed him. It was the only way to get rid of that much poop, he said. Meanwhile, you heated the leftovers and finished making the chicken soup. As the soup simmered on the stove, you checked up on your boys. Of course, they were on your big bed cuddling each other. Taehyung got the heating panel up so the little baby boy could show off his tummy to his father without getting cold. Taehyung was only wearing boxers as well. His body was very distracting…

“Oh, did my two little boys have a bath?” Daehyun smiled from the bed, he was trying to roll onto his tummy.  “Did you bathe with Appa, my baby?” You lay down next to your cute baby while his father picked up the wet towels on the bed. His body was wet, abs waving hello to you. His pectorals were flexing as he noticed your gaze. His black boxers were wet. His leg muscles were to die for, all those walking during his early 20s had apparently paid off.

“My sweet baby smells amazing!” You smelt Daehyun’s arms. The little boy reached for your hair in return and playfully tugged it. “Does Appa smell nice?” Taehyung asked, lying down next to Deahyung. “Hmm, let’s see.” You rubbed your chin as the little boy between you watched tentatively. Taehyung extended his arm for you to smell it. “Yes!” You squealed. “Appa smells amazing!” Deahyung tossed his little legs up at your excitement and turned to his dad. His little arms pushed him up to his knees. Then, he buried his small face into his dad’s elbow. “Appa ama-in-” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. He imitated the way you widen your eyes as you spoke. Taehyung helped the little boy sit down. “How about Mommy?” He asked your son while winking at him. Taehyung’s large arms slowly crept on you. “I am going to smell Mommy.” He was imitating a villain’s voice.  “Mommy,” your little baby jumped on you before his dad could hug you. The hug surprised you and almost brought you to tears. “My mommy,” Daehyun laid on your chest as Taehyung caught his legs. This time Daehyun shrieked. Just like that, your husband and son started wrestling.  Daehyun giggled continuously. He extended his arms to you as Taehyung held him up with his left hand. Daehyun kept giggling and he drooled down onto his dad’s arm. 

“Oh no, Daehyun is flying again!” you snickered at the situation. Not long after, Taehyung lowered Daehyun to his chest and pulled you close to him. “Mhmm, Mommy smells amazing too!” Taehyung kissed your forehead. “My Mommy!” Again, Daehyun wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled his little body onto you. As their energy levels dropped, you got a good cuddling session with your loves. Thanks to Taehyung’s body heat and the heating panel, Daehyun was comfortably lying on your chest while Taehyung patted his bum. 

Taehyung pulled you closer to him with a deep sigh and wrapped one arm around you. Now, your head was on Taehyung's shoulder, inches away from his face. "This is the best," he mumbled as Daehyun started to move again. Daehyung came up to kiss your forehead, just like he saw his dad did, all while holding himself up with the help of Taehyung’s face. As the little boy held onto his dad's face for support, Taehyung made a snorting sound. 

“You were saying he was Appa’s boy?” Taehyung snickered and watched his little son place a drool-covered lick on your forehead. “He is!” You tried to speak but Daehyun dropped his fat belly onto your face. This time Taehyung let out a big laugh. 

“Daeyhun!! Only Daddy can choke Mommy.” Taehyung playfully scolded. You gasped scandalously as Taehyung continued laughing while holding his stomach. You lifted the chubby baby out of your face. Daehyun giggled with the two of you, very glad to be the reason for your laugh.

“My baby!” You lowered the little baby to your chest this time. Little Daehyun knew this feeling very well and he immediately snuggled you again. His one hand held your neckline with his fragile hands. You grew heart eyes at the sight of this precious scene. Taehyung was the same if not more moved. He looked at how the little part of him, his most precious son, cuddling with you. He could feel how Daehyun felt safe, looking up at you in utmost awe. 

“Like father, like son.” He looked at the big cuddle cloud containing his life treasures: his wife and son.

“Come here, Daddy.” You stretched your arm to Taehyung, which he gladly take. You released a pleasing sound when Taehyung laid his head on your shoulder. “How are you so warm?” 

You answered your own question. “My furnace.” You murmured and rubbed your face to his damp hair. Taehyung smiled just like his son at your devoted love and dirty compliment. He couldn’t hug you as tight as he would like as he didn’t want to crush Daehyun. 

“Are you hungry, my baby?” You asked quietly. Taehyung continued to watch his little son playing with the collar of your shirt.

You asked again, this time with your fingers in Taehyung’s hair. “I am talking to my man-baby.” Taehyung looked up into your eyes same as Daehyun and smiled cutely. “Yes, Mummy.” He said with an annoying voice. 

Your reaction was to die for as your face crumbled into disgust. “Oh fuck off really…” You tried to push his head on your shoulder. Taehyung was the total opposite, he cuddled you more. “My love! Don’t kink shame me.” 

You gave him a giggle as he started to kiss your neck playfully. “I am proudly kink shaming you, Daddy!” You tried to push him off just for jokes. Taehyung faked a groan, “I am still getting hard on the Daddy kink, wifey. Don’t tempt me.” He whispered into your ear as if Daehyun was going to understand. 

“Oh, you are THE temptation, Taehyung. Look at yourself…” You eyed his naked chest. 

“Mhmm, wifey…” He kissed your cheek and rose to his knees next to you. “This is me whoring myself for you… Come on, touch it.” He grabbed your hand on Daehyun and place it on his abs. 

You felt them momentarily but pulled yourself from the temptation quickly. “I hope you are free this night, Mr Kim Taehyung.” You said, pointing to Daehyun. The little boy was unaware of anything.

“Oh, the offer sound amazing, Mrs Kim Y/N. I would love to give you a little tour around the exhibition.” Taehyung ran your hand from his abs to his precious asset. You immediately gasped when your hand felt his dick.

“There is a child!” You laughed at Taehyung’s bold moves and sit up on the bed. 

Daehyun’s clothes were already laid on the side of the bed, directly in front of the heating panel like a cute bear.

Taehyung got up and sit behind you. You giggled, “Get dressed, appa bear.” He gave you shoulder kisses. As your hands move to get Daehyun’s clothes, Taehyung stopped you.  “My love,” He whispered whilst arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me take care of our baby.” He kissed your shoulder as Daehyun started to suck his own thumb. You smiled at the sight and the sensation. “You work so much during the day already…” You mumbled, giving in to Taehyung's sweet kisses.

Taehyung continued kissing you as you dropped your head to his chest. “I am working for our family, my love, so you do too. We are a perfect team together, my wife… Mhmm? My sweet wife…” Taehyung peppered your neck and shoulder with kisses until he lost his breath. “Also, it is never actually tiring to take care of Daehyun and you. I always feel so full here…” Taehyung pressed his hand to your heart. He did his best not to notice your swollen tits but sensation chased him. 

You groaned slightly when his hand almost grabbed your tit. Your boobs become sensitive a long time ago, and his large warm hand awakened more nerves than he soothed. “I will get our baby ready…” 

You nodded. Even though Taehyung thought you would go finish dinner, you lay on the bed, next to Daehyun, enclosed by his dad's long legs so he couldn’t roll off the bed. 

Taehyung smiled fatherly as Daehyun looked at you curiously as you lay next to him. The little boy wanted to get closer to you as Taehyung carefully slipped Daehyun's small arms into the soft onesie. The most difficult part was to stop Daehyun from suckling his thumb. When Taehyung tried to stop him, Daehyun let out a small whine, which Taehyung managed to stop with his low comforting voice. 

“He is about to sleep again. Maybe I shouldn’t have bathe him right away.” Taehyung said as if it was a lullaby. His low and velvety voice made you sleepy too.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled as you got comfortable on the bed. Taehyung let you as he got dressed. Before leaving the bed, he placed a few pillows around Daehyun’s empty side to provide him safety. Then, he picked up the dirty baby clothes and disappear from your hearing zone. You were sure that he went to the laundry room but you were too lazy to open your eyes or ask him. Taehyung didn’t come to the bedroom for a while. He set the table for you and him and got Daehyun’s chair ready. 

When he returned, he had worn his pyjamas and placed a wet smooch on your cheek. Taehyung slowly patted your bum, “Let’s have our dinner, my babies.” If you didn’t wake up when he called for the second time, he decided to leave you to sleep. Thankfully, you opened your eyes with a subtle smile. You pointed your cheek, “Another one, please.” 

Taehyung gladly gave you another kiss, and you hummed. “One more,” you said, pouting your lips at him. Taehyung grinned, “Mwwahh” He loudly kissed your lips.

“Perfect,” You sighed and stretched your back. Daehyun was already trying to reach for his daddy with an adorable face. “Appa!” He called for Taehyung. 

“My prince, my queen…” Taehyung picked up Daehyun and held his hand out for you. “Your dinner is ready.” He walked two of you to the kitchen with a posh butler expression slapped on his face. You let Taehyung guide your chair with his hand on your back. “Please sit down, Madame.” He continued his roleplay while earning snickering from you.  

“Thank you, Monsieur.” You planted a wet, sweet kiss onto his cheek when he pulled your chair for you. The next was Daehyun, he was placed on his feeding chair, and Kim’s dinner began. 

Taehyung’s little roleplay slowly ceased when he brought the meals to the table and thanked you. “Thank you for cooking, wifeyyy!” He kissed your hand like a gentleman after starting to feed Daehyun and himself. He insisted that you would eat your dinner uninterrupted. However, your two lovely boys were enough of a distraction. You watched them fondly as Daehyun tried to copy his dad by using his chopsticks and failed to bring the kimbap to his mouth. 

Dinner was lovely even though the little boy made a huge mess on the floor as he played with his rice. Taehyung insisted on cleaning the kitchen so you could sleep, but you had a lot more planned in your head. 

You held Taehyung by the collar as he insisted to walk you to the couch. “Go and play with our kid. Make sure he gets really tired because I will play with you later, Daddy.” Your eyes looking up at him intimidatingly, and your hand squeezing him shook Taehyung’s core so he decided to behave. “Yup, yeah, Ma’am. I will.” He picked up Taehyung while ogling your figure. “Go, go.” You pushed his hand slightly as his hand came for a sneaky grab on your ass while he looked your body up and down.  

Taehyung and Daehyun played games throughout the whole afternoon. Thanks to his dad finding new ways to play different games, Daehyun was occupied and thoroughly exhausted. Meanwhile, you did some housework that would otherwise never get done because of the energetic and curious Daehyun. 

“Look, mummy! A t-ric-era-top!” Daehyun ran towards to open kitchen from the living room, hugging your legs. He made the blueish-green dinosaur toy in his hand walk on your leg. 

“Oh, wow! He is scary!” You played along while lowering yourself to his level. “No, mummy. He is a nice dinosaur.” Daehyun rubbed his face at the small toy. You ran your hand over his hair, gosh he was so cute. “Are you friends with the dinosaur, baby?” You asked him while carefully examining the toy. 

Daehyun nodded, “Yes. He has a dad too!” Daehyun looked at his empty hand, his chubby fingers squeezing the air. “Where is the dad dinosaur?” You curiously asked. Right then Taehyung came right behind the cabinet. He was on his knees like a cat, but he was rawr-ing. 

“Rawwwrrr, I am looking for my son…. Rawrrr.” Taehyung walked on his hands and knees in slow motion, voice playfully hoarse imitating a dinosaur. 

Daehyun squealed with happiness when he saw his dad. Taehyung came towards the two of you. “I am a dad dinosaur! Did you see my son?” He asked Daehyun as he hid the toy behind his back. He pouted, “No, you are my dad!” Daehyun’s little feet stomp made you laugh. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the reaction. Before he could say anything, Daehyun hugged Taehyung’s neck and tried to climb on his back. 

“Of course, I am Daehyun’s dad!” Taehyung sat on his feet, straightened his back and picked up Daehyun, who was hugging him so tightly.

Taehyung looked up at you from where he was kneeling. His eyes were teary with love. You smiled at them fondly and ran your hair through your husband’s hair. “We should find the dinosaur’s dad too, then?” Taehyung asked after planting kisses on the little boy’s cheeks. Daehyun nodded but continued to cling to his father’s arms instead of returning to their game. Two of your boys returned to the living room while holding each other dearly. 

—

Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram was the best weekday night self-care you could think of. Mind off, pyjamas on, just scrolling through the endless pit of reels reseted your mind for some reason. You loved that you could just hide away from all of your responsibilities and have endless screen time. 

“Daehyun has fallen asleep.” Taehyung entered the bedroom with the baby phone in his hand. “That means special time for mummy and daddy.” 

You giggled at his puffy eyes begging to sleep. “Come to bed, baby daddy.” You called him while an endless loop of a video played on your phone. 

“OF COURSE, I AM COMING.” Taehyung took off his black basic T-shirt in one swift moment and jumped on the bed. “And I am gonna devour this mummy.” He immediately took his place on top of you and started to tug on your shorts.

“Omg Taehyung!” You playfully whined. With a toddler, you knew foreplay was boujee. 

“Yes, that’s what you will scream soon.” He said in his infamous dirty voice that made you soil your panties every time. You answered by kissing him. Kissing him sensually and endlessly was enough foreplay for you. 

“Mhmm, wifey….” Taehyung breathed out to your face with a dummy smile. “Out of breath, honey?” You asked when he resisted back as you tugged his face onto your lips back. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad, wifey.” He said, oh god, so blatantly and easily. Your nose crunched up. “Omg, how can you be still shy? You are my fucking wifeee! We literally created a human together.” Taehyung groaned, but it didn’t stop him from kissing down your neck to your chest and navel. He easily got rid of your shorts and took off your panties with them. 

“Just let me say hi for a few seconds.” He said, immediately finding his place between your legs. He latched his lips onto your cunt immediately. He kissed it the same way he kissed your lips. You sweetly hummed at the wet sensation. Even though you were very accustomed to this feeling, you were very sensitive to his mouth. 

“Nice.” Your hand was already in Taehyung’s hair, pushing and pulling his head for a perfect angle. He let you have your way with his mouth, grind against it, dirty his face. He simply took what you gave him with deep groans of pleasure.

Taehyung enjoyed getting you soaking for him before he did anything with his dick. He followed your lead and catered to you without any power play. Your pure pleasure on his tongue was enough of an award. Until you pulled his head, Taehyung kept slowly making out with your cunt. Almost the entire of his face was covered in your cream.

“Cock, please.” You breathed out. Taehyung giggled, “As you wish your Majesty.” He loved seeing you spoiled. He loved spoiling you with his big dick. 

You hummed as Taehyung ran his dick up your slit, coating himself with your juice. He hissed, “Fuck.” You were almost lulled by the action. It soothed your raging core. “My pretty wife…” Taehyung mumbled as slowly pushed himself inside you. He sighed, “Fuck- Still my pretty slut.” You were so warm around him and so wet. His cock drowned in you. 

“Ahh,” Taehyung moaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist. “So good, baby.” You mumbled to him, eyes closed. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung asked as he pushed himself deeper. It made you moan out. “Even after all these years, you are so perfect, baby.” Taehyung freed himself from your legs, goosebumps had risen all over them. He stood tall between your thighs, presenting his gorgeous dad body to yours. Your hands didn’t reach all the way up to his baby abs, only your fingertips caressed his smooth skin. 

“Still got me-” Taehyung huffed out, “breathless.” His hands gently smoothed around your body, he had to touch every inch of your skin. “My love…” He pressed a kiss on your wrist that tried to come up to his face. “My wife…” He kissed your palm, “Mother of my child.” His cloudy mouth pressed onto your knuckles gently. 

“Tae-t” Your breath hitched in your throat. Why were you this sensitive to your husband? Your twitches and whimpers were so embarrassing.  

“Y/N…” He moaned out your name and drape himself over you to fuck you on missionary. It was a classic position that he enjoyed the most. He pushed his dick into your walls with two gentle moves, they didn’t hurt but made you take deep breaths. 

Taehyung watched you sheepishly smile and tried to move your hips to fit him in. As he wordlessly got in, he continued to keep his silence when you clenched on him. He let you have your moment for awhile. Your hands came up to his shoulders, down to his biceps, caressing every inch of skin you could feel. 

Taehyung’s slightly dry skin was soothing and familiar. He had changed in throughout the years in a most handsome and mature way. Taehyung wanted to see inside your head as you touched him with gentle hands. Your body was way more perfect and powerful than his. He was still terrible at appreciating how your body was able to create a life. It was too good to be true. It was a miracle. His respect for you was always there ever since he met you, but after he saw what you went through during pregnancy, he was on his knees, bowing to you. He couldn’t even believe you were able to do any physical labour after carrying his son, let alone have him intimately again. So, Taehyung was extra gentle, caring and appreciative of you. 

“How do you want to have me, love?” Taehyung asked. “Slow? Hard? Sensual?” He asked while his lips sucked on your shoulders, breath ghosting your full breasts.

You whined under him, “Hard…” Your wet cunt agreed with a hard clench. Your hands grabbed him on the shoulders and got ready for the pounding.

Taehyung scoffed, “Oh babe, I thought we entered the phase where we can just go slow and do a lot of cock-warming.” He made sure he had a comfortable hold, “Here I was thinking how our relationship matured incredibly…” He pulled his cock out, let you take a breath, and entered you again. “But you are still the cock hungry slut.” 

You whined at the delicious way he filled you. “But Tae…” You opposed sweetly. “You are filling me up so well. You are giving me– ah baby– everything I need…” Taehyung pumped into you at a slow tempo.

“Do I?” He grinned down at you. Oh, you were stroking his ego so well. 

“Mhmmhm… You are the best lover…Doing the all work for me– ah– just letting me enjoy your nice dick.” You bit down your lip to keep it quiet. 

Taehyung’s growl filled your ears, he was always terrible at taking compliments. Taehyung’s voice was deep, low and his lips were right next to your ear. All this meant, his loose slutty mouth was going to make you cum with his words. “Yes, the fuck. You are still the same, Y/N. You are still my uni crush who begged me to pound her before her presentation. You are still a whore for me baby…” He let out a pathetic whine. “Fuck, I am still so desperate for you too… How did you make me fall in love with you this hard?” Taehyung’s lips attached you your neck as he stopped his hips. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to savour you more.  

You giggled through your nose as Taehyung hid on your neck, “I remember how you fucked me before my presentation at the student submit, right in your Toyota Echo.” You ran your hand in his hair. “You weren’t this big back then…” You mumbled as he ached your core while he stayed planted in your core. You needed him to move.

Taehyung understood that by the strong clenches, “It’s because I wasn’t this good at giving dick back then.” Taehyung had learnt sex with you. He learnt how to get better at things you liked, and tried new ways to tease you. He researched a lot. He listened to bits of advice and he practised them on you. You gave him a huge smile when he started to move his hips and serve your dick slowly. “Yeah, you progressively got better at dicking me down. F-fuuc-k, you turned into a sex machine…” Your moans and giggles filled Taehyung’s ears while he went back to steadily pull and push himself in. 

“Yes, baby. You had me as your little fan and turned me into your husband…” He whispered solely because he was breathless. 

“My husband…” You moaned out. The word especially felt good when he started to aim for your sweet spots. “My hubby…” Your delirious moan and calling him husband made Taehyung go harder, “Yes, I am your husband, baby. I am– ah jeez– I am the owner of this juicy, sweet cunt.” Taehyung spread his knees to get deeper. 

Your moans immediately change into warning ones. You were about to cum so Taehyung spoke more filth. “I am the one who fucked you full and knocked you up. I got you so pregnant with my kid. You carried my child– fuck. Everyone knows I fucked you…” Taehyung’s own words affected him.

“I did, yes, yes, baby… Tae–” You called his name on the edge of your orgasm. 

Taehyung slightly pushed your one shoulder down so that you didn’t shy away from your orgasm. He knew you would do that. “Because you are my wife. You are mine… Ah– Everything about you is mine… Oh my sweet love… You are gonna cum on your husband’s dick? Are you gonna make me the happiest man on Earth? Come on, do it for me. Let me see how much of a whore you can be for me? Please, cum for me…” 

Taehyung’s hips worked harmoniously to his words. He always knew how to punctuate his words with his long dick. You were so weak for his dirty comments. 

“Babe– I am gonna c-” You called him and he went even harder on the talking. “Come for me so I can finally fill you up again… Ghhm– Fill you up again with our second child…” Taehyung stopped feeling his dick a second later as you violently cum and squirt all over him. Your messy cunt became flooded with your sweet juices. Taehyung let himself lose in your hot cunt and helplessly empty himself inside you. 

“F-fuck… Oh-” His hips weakly thrust a few times to fully empty himself. You continued to heavily breathe along with him. You felt his sweat evaporate and cool you off. You couldn’t reach for the duvet. “Oh my god…” Taehyung whispered a minute after your joined orgasm. His butt was cramping terribly but your racing heart and needy whimpers were worth it all the cramps in the world. 

“Let me catch my breath…” He whispered into your skin as he laid on you completely. Your eyes went to the baby phone. Your son was still sleeping. You nodded as he rubbed his face to your breasts. You know that he had been avoiding them since they could leak anytime. Taehyung felt guilty of stealing his son’s food so he made sure he and his favourite girls had some time off, but this didn’t mean he couldn’t kiss them a little. 

When you felt Taehyung’s wet mouth on your warm skin, you shivered. Taehyung felt how you loosely clench on him. He pulled himself off when he heard you hiss in pain. No titties for him some more time, he thought and returned to his favourite place on your neck. 

He nuzzled, lips giving you a few lazy kisses before you got pulled into slumber even though you had a grown-ass man on top of you with his soft dick struggling inside you. Nevertheless, Taehyung was able to power nap for around five minutes before he got up to clean you. 

You thanked him half asleep as Taehyung completed his most important duty. When he finished, he dressed you scarcely. He knew you would appreciate having some clothes on if you woke up to a crying baby at night. Then, he laid next to your sleeping figure. 

With a tender smile playing on his lips, Taehyung's gaze caressed every delicate feature of your face. As he watched you sleep, his mind replayed the cherished memories, from the exhilarating moments of their first meeting to the vows they exchanged on their wedding day, each memory was etched in his heart with a profound sense of love and tenderness. Gently, Taehyung's fingers traced the delicate curve of your cheek, savouring the softness of your skin beneath his touch. The intimacy you and he had shared moments ago still lingered, your souls entwined in a dance of love and passion. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the deep connection. Lost in his thoughts, Taehyung whispered words of adoration into the silence of the room, his voice a soft caress against your asleep state. 

"You are my everything," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and admiration. With a tender smile, Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. In this quiet moment, he felt a profound sense of responsibility—to protect and cherish their love, to create a life filled with joy and happiness for their family. As the night carried them into dreams, Taehyung held you close, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the soulmate he had found in you.

———————

“That’s not how you speak to your son.” Taehyung laughed at your attempts from where he sat— while looking ridiculously handsome. You glared at him. “Tannie, come to daddy.” He excitedly said while patting his thighs. Yeontan ran back to him with his silly tongue out.

“Oh, my son.” He fondled the dog as you huffed, kicking your legs frustratingly. “I will give you a son!” you thought. “We are shooting videos for the Internet, mummy. Will you leave us alone?” Taehyung picked up Yeontan to his face and talked over him.

You dropped your head back, “Ahh, don’t…” You groaned. How he could be this handsome and fucking attractive and father material; yell at you with all of his being to fuck him and bear his kids. 

Taehyung let out an airy laugh when you saw thighs rubbing each other. “Tannie, will you leave us alone, baby?” Taehyung lowered the dog to the floor and patted his back. “Mummy needs some attention too. You know some girl stuff.” You watched Yeontan rub his face to Taehyung’s knee before running on his little feet. “Nah, I just want to promote you to baby daddy from puppy daddy.” You groaned at him as he cockily smiled at you. He looked at you challengingly, “Easy there, sweet little bunny.”

As Yeontan left the room without sparing a gaze, you closed the door behind him. You didn’t need your son to see what you were going to do to his daddy. Similarly, Taehyung turned off his phone completely and threw it between the big pillows. 

Taehyung spreaded his leg where he was sitting on the floor, dropped his head back and fucking winked at you with a fuck boy smile on his face. “Come and get it.” Oh, how smug he was. 

You frustratedly crawl over to him, Taehyung groaned. “Yeah, crawl to me, you little horny slut.” You gasped. Your boyfriend never played soft when you were in the mood. You knew he was going to milk this. A few days ago, when you came home from a baby shower, you let him know that you were neck-deep in baby fever. Taehyung had let out a devilish laugh at your serious tone when you asked him for his load at four am. He was making fun of you and banned you from going to baby showers. But the capitalist baby party was not the only thing to be blamed. Before that, Taehyung was abroad for so long that it had been messing with your head. You missed him like never before. Then, you stayed over at Seokjin’s wife’s place to help her around with a toddler. Then, three of your friends from HYBE announced their pregnancy. As a result, you were suffering from a severe baby fever and Taehyung’s dick was the only solution. 

You didn’t even bother to make out with him or take his shirt off at this point. You came closer to him, gave him a sloppy peck and took his cock out of his sweatpants. After so many rounds of sex, Taehyung couldn’t get hard anymore. He was thoroughly emptied and spent. When he offered to take some pills for his performance, you veto-ed saying that it lowers the quality of his sperm. 

“Have mercy upon us, madame.” He shakily whispered when you grabbed his semi-hard dick. You cried into his neck, “I want you...” Your sloppy wet kisses started to decorate his neck. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist and indulged in the warming pleasure. Soon his body would burst into flames. “I want it so bad, Taetae. Please give it to me, please.” You begged him with your usual needy voice that always gets him to the point. When his body moved approvingly, you kissed all over his face. “I love you, love you sooo so much.”

“I love you more.” He grabbed your ass cheeks. You rubbed his nape, “I want you on me.” 

“Straight to the subject, huh? Where is the foreplay we loved so much?” He asked while laying you back on the carpet and taking his favourite spot between your legs.

You completely ignored his comment. “I read in a magazine that missionary is the best position for conceiving.” You cling to him when Taehyung tried to give you breathing space. 

“You little dirty girl, what have you been reading?” He lowered his sweatpants to his thighs and pulled your panties to the side. “Fucking drenched! Look at this.” Taehyung tsked as his fingers loosened the elasticity of your panties. He rubbed his cock while he made you lay there fucking soaked.  “Ugh, put it in.” You groaned; your needy voice was Taehyung’s personal viagra. 

You felt yourself gushing with juice as Taehyung made himself ready for you with  strong concentration. Meanwhile, you kept whining about how good his dick is. 

Not to make you whine anymore, Taehyung plunged his dick straight into you. Then, his filthy mouth opened. “Look at you filthy girl, begging me to fuck you all the time. Why can’t you get enough, huh? Why are you so dick-hungry, baby? His beautiful necklaces tickled your face while fucking you with the utmost precision from the beginning.

“Yh– your d-ddick-k is s-soo good...” You screamed out.

“Is it?” Taehyung darkly chuckled at your confession and at how your hands grabbed his arms.

“It is so good that you want to get pregnant from it, don’t you? You just want to carry my babies, love. Why are you so eager, baby?” Taehyung kissed your lips harshly when your cunt squeezed him too hard.

“My, my- my biologic- clock-” You tried to mumble some words but Taehyung greeted you with harder thrusts. 

“Your biological clock?” Taehyung scoffed. “You are only 25 years old. You are still young and yet you beg me to cum in you, don’t you? You just love being my little cum dump. Ahh, my perfect girlfriend… I will give you what you want, baby. I will give you my cum and get you fucking pregnant.” 

“You are so greedy too. How many times have we had sex this week baby? It is too many to count right? You are gonna make my dick fall off.” He groaned, slowing his thrust down. Instead, he brought his thumb to your clit to toy with it.

“Normally you would return back to your normal phase but this baby fever is going for too long. I might just be tempted to give you one for real.” He said in a filthy voice with a permanent grin on his face. “Mhmm, make you so plump for me. Then everyone would know I fucked you so hard, baby. Knocked you out…” 

You claw at his shoulders, slurred his name, and bite your lips all while he dedicated himself to your mind-blowing orgasm.

“Or all you want is my attention. You are so greedy with me, baby. You still didn’t learn to share.” You shook your head vigorously. “Y-you arr-rre mine. O–nly.” 

Taehyung gave a rewarding thrust, “Yeah, I am. I am your little sex toy, huh? That’s what it seems like.” Taehyung was reaching his limit with you. His voice became hoarse and spit fell out of his mouth with the words.

“You fuck me day and night, and still don’t get enough. Fuck-ing fuck. How lucky I got, baby. I have the prettiest baby girl to fuck any goddamn day.” You hardly gulped when Taehyung’s hand caressed your face. 

“Please, baby, cum in me, p-pleasee! Please! Please, cum in me.” You squeaked when Taehyung’s hand grabbed at your shoulder to fuck you even better.

“You fucking cum whore…” He groaned; his lip was ruined from all the biting. “You need to cum first, baby. My little fleshlight. My pretty toy… Come on, ruin my dick. Dirty it!” 

With your relaxed sigh followed by your inner walls squeezing him, Taehyung joined you with his radiant orgasm. He pulled halfway and came all over your pussy. When you felt the immense emptiness in you. You groaned, “In me, in me…” You mewled.

When your hands tried to push his cum in, Taehyung held your wrist above your head. 

“There is more where it came from. Get your slutty ass up and wait for me in our bed…” 

———

You were tired, completely spent and toyed by Taehyung. Taehyung was similar. He was intrigued…oh very much intrigued in your heavenly pleasure. It was masochistic that he watched you coat yourself over and over again in front of him. He was addicted to your pleasure, to say the least. He was rock solid despite cumming a few times inside his pants. 

“Baby, you are so fucking sexy…” He placed his large warm hand on your convulsing stomach. His praise did melt you at this point. 

“Taetae…” You groaned at the seductive young male over you. You wouldn’t believe it if someone said this man, who couldn’t stop blushing when you made eye contact with him, could tease you ruthlessly for hours. For Taehyung, the switch to this mode was gradual, but he hit a peak when you gladly and nonchalantly signed his NDA. 

All eyes in BigHit were on you on that day. From the moment you entered the conference room with your arm linked to Taehyung’s, to the moment you shrugged and signed the contract, to your departure with Taehyung. Everybody, Taehyung’s managers, certain board members, lawyers, bodyguards, Taehyung’s members. They all watched you carefully. Of course, you didn’t look like this in front of them. You were put together but still fucking delicious.

“Tae… mhmmm. Baby, I’ll-” You grabbed his wrist holding that demonic toy. Your attempt was cute. 

“Yes, baby?” Taehyung’s hoarse voice made you cry even harder. “Please, please, let me cum… I want to cum for you, please.” You asked. 

Taehyung cooed your tummy again. He could see the quivers in your stomach. “But I want to edge my baby one more time. Will you take it for me, sweet girl?” He asked. 

You were his sweet girl. You were willing to go down that hell of orgasm denial one more time just to hear Taehyung call you a good girl. 

“Just one more?” Your ask bled into a cry when Taehyung took the vibrator away from your soaked pussy. Taehyung could smell her, almost taste her in the air. You were heavily breathing, legs brought together tightly together to soothe your poor pussy. You lay on your side for a minute before Taehyung whispered into your ear. “You are incredible.” He was as spent as you are. Even though he didn’t act like it, Taehyung had no idea about female pleasure. He didn’t have time to care about that before. Now that you, a fucking goddess, were in his life, Taehyung had to learn about your pleasure. He needed to fucking cater to you. 

This was why he bought you a vibrator as a gift from his trip to northern Europe. At this moment, his idol life was a cold, distant responsibility to him. You were warm, close and vibrant, you made him love life and at the same time hate it because he couldn’t freely spend it with you.

Taehyung kissed your temples as you whined. Your hands found his shoulders in the dark, caressing them to calm yourself. “Tae… I can’t take one more time.” You were genuinely tired. Taehyung could hear it in your voice.

“You are my good girl…” He whispered gently while peppering your face with kisses. “You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” He kissed down to your shoulders as you huffed. “You bewitched me, love…” 

You held him before his warm mouth could reach your breasts. You held his face, he was sweaty just like you. “You are so teasing.” Your warm breath hit his face. Taehyung felt guilty about how he ripped your orgasms away from you.

“But I love how you cum, baby.” Taehyung felt you writhe again. Your body asked him to eat you. Of course, you wanted him to eat you. You loved how deep his tongue could go, going to places no one ever touched.

“Oh, my sweet baby… I could eat you whole, my sweet love.” He pathetically whispered onto your face. His eyes were teary. He enjoyed seeing you so much in pleasure that you lost sense. You were his sun, moon, and everything in between.

“Tae…” You moaned out. He finally connected your lips. The kiss was very slow, dragged out and sticky. Your spit was everywhere on his lips and chin. You didn’t have any chance to wipe it, and Taehyung liked it messy anyway. He gave you generous amounts of his tongue, seeing how you whined when he pulled it back instinctively. As Taehyung tried to finish kissing you and continue his mission downward, you pulled him even closer to you. You made him lay over you completely, slightly pressing his weight on you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to secure him where he was.

“Baby,” He grinned when you left for a breath. It was funny how you could cling to him to the point he was trapped. “You are such a needy girl, aren’t you?” His low chuckle teased you, but your lips didn’t stop. You kissed his chin and bucked your hips up to his crotch to seek stimulation. 

“Do you want this? Mhmm? Is that what you want?” Taehyung glided lower to press himself fully even though you held his hair strongly at the root. Right before you could complain, his hard dick under his pressed your core. 

You moaned out loudly. 

“I think this is what my dirty girl wants…” Taehyung dropped his head down, got onto his knees for support, pulled the pillow underneath your head. “Up baby. Shh, don’t cry. I will give you what you want.” He patted your ass so he could slide the pillow underneath your ass to angle it. 

He was right. It felt so much better like this. “Come…” You cried when Taehyung stood on his knees between your legs. You reached out for him. You needed his skin on yours, his breath on your ear. Anything else could make you cry out of lack of pleasure. 

Taehyung did exactly what you wanted. He laid over you again. But this time he was on his knees to support himself. The position worked better than he practised on his pillows, solely because you had beautiful curves and limps that accommodated him deliciously. “See, look… There we go…” He cooed when he gave you a hardness to rub against. 

He used to give you his knee to grind, it was when he didn’t know anything about sex. But now that Taehyung had done enough research, he could get you to orgasm by himself. 

“Ah, Taetae….” You gave him a satisfactory sigh when he plotted himself between your legs, his elbows digging into the mattress. As Taehyung had rather wide shoulders, you needed to spread your legs wider, which made you very shy because you were fully on display for him. 

Your knees tried to stay close while your ankles were separated by Taehyung’s gentle hold. He found it very amusing as he rubbed the outside of your thighs gently to get you comfy. 

“I want you to feel relaxed and calm, my baby. It is me… You don’t need to be shy. I will just make love to you.” Taehyung was gentle as always and he made his intentions very clear.

You nodded as your thighs kept twitching. “I’m-m senss-ss…” You finished with a hiss.

“I am going to kiss your cute clit, baby. You let me do it, right?” He looked up to you for your approval. You shakily nodded, “More than anything…” You were so needy for him.

“Oh, my sweet girl… Thank you for allowing me to touch you… I am such a privileged man…” His warm tone melted against your folds. His voice vibrated your bones as you released a high-pitched hiss at the first touch.

Taehyung’s lips were warm and soft. The rough patch of a beard on his chin made you gush out more sweet juices for him. “Baby…” He moaned deliriously. He was in your most sacred place. He was kissing up and down your clit, licking up all of you. 

He uncontrollably bucked up to the mattress, releasing his pent-up energy. His dick felt so good against a rough surface, of course not good as your soft lips. “Ba-by… You are so delicious…” He rubbed his chin to your tight hole, messing his face. 

“Tae…” Your hand was in his messy hair, trying to pull him where you like the most.  “Mhmm?” Taehyung asked, his eyes crossed, nose deep in your cunt. 

“Can I cum?” You cried for him, you weren’t sure which was wetter: your eyes or your cunt. 

Taehyung decided to tease you just for a little longer. “Mhmm, maybe.” He gently spanked your clit with his fingertips. “Ah, Tae-tae…” You moaned, legs trapping poor Taehyung more. With your sweet moan, Taehyung felt himself drip all the way down his shaft. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily cum again. 

He grinned against your pussy, his teeth slightly catching on your soft flesh. “You want me to bite this little wet cunt, huh?” He followed his word with a clear wet spank on your hole. 

“Oh!” Your fingers painfully held Taehyung’s hair. His scalp burnt deliciously when you pulled it because of the pleasure he gave you. 

“You are fucking mine, baby…” He murmured into your lips and continued licking up just in case you felt pain. “Your wet pussy belongs to me…” 

You nodded vigorously as your fingers explored his soft locks. Your moans were soft and whiny as Taehyung drank you up. He kept mumbling but you were too gone to hear him. Taehyung didn’t try to make you cum, he had already abused your pretty clit too much. He wanted to give you soothing licks to assure you that he fucking loved how you tasted.

“Taehyung… I want to cum, please fuck me...” You pleaded as his nose tried to dive deeper into your cunt. You loved the sensation but he was spending you. Taehyung detached from you after a few kisses planted on your lips and inner thighs. When he came to your eye level, you saw his pink cheeks, wet lips and nose, dishevelled hair. He had blown pupils with a needy face. “I need to eat you more.” He licked his lips as if you were going to deprive him from your pussy. 

When you whined impatiently, he wiped his sweat. “Okay, okay. You have been an excellent girl for me… So, I can f-fuck y-you now.” Despite the strong dirty talk, Taehyung was still too excited for you so he stuttered. 

You took a relieved breath, “T-thank you, my Taetae.” 

Taehyung rushed out his boxers quickly, making two of you bounce on the bed. You giggled as his long legs tried to maneuver. “Ok-okay okay…” He whispered as he took his stance back in between your legs, this time completely naked.

You couldn’t look at his lower region without blushing like a beetroot, and it didn’t help Taehyung to stop teasing you. But the two of you understood each other. 

Despite you averting your eyes, your hands weren’t shy. You brought your hands to his tummy, hovering his hot and hard dick. Taehyung was standing tall in between your legs, your thighs over his to spread you for him. He was completely naked like you, his soft golden chest rubbing against your fingertips. His nipples were erect in little peaks, “Your nipples are smaller than mine.” You giggled as your fingers failed to reach them. 

Taehyung looked down to his chest and giggled with you. “Your nipples are more delicious than mine.” He said back with spit leaking from his mouth. You went through his nipple obsession previously and it was torturous to have his warm mouth to suck on your sensitive nipples. Taehyung gently ran his thumb over them. You held his wrists despite trusting him with your body. “Do you like this, baby?” He asked.

“It’s better after y-you made me w-wet… It isn't good when I am not turned on.” You explained as Taehyung tentatively listened. 

“Thank you for allowing me to do this, baby.” Taehyung appreciated how you were open to him, and he didn’t want to take it for granted. He always reminded himself that you were a fucking angel that came to his life, and he continued to act like it.

After teasing your nipples for a few times, his hand caressed down to your waist. He huffed; this was the most anticipated moment of this occasion– the one he was a bit nervous for. 

“Y-you know I am still learning to control myself.” He confessed. You gingerly smiled at him. “I will t-try my best not to cum right away.” He promised. As an inexperienced young man, who is infatuated massively, he had some minor problems with his performance. Despite being the performance king he is with an infinite stamina; Taehyung didn’t last long inside of you. 

“I just cannot think of anything else than you, baby. You make me wanna bust a nut immediately.” He whined as your sneaky fingers touched his sensitive head. He generously gave you precum. “I don’t care…” You shrugged.

“We will explore and learn together so it is fine by me, Taehyung.” You made eye contact with him as you wrapped your fingers around him. Taehyung’s eyes rolled back, he was meaty in your hand. “I want you to enjoy it as much as I do…” 

“Y-you have no idea how much I enjoy this, baby.” Taehyung breathlessly confessed. “I love you so much…” 

You had a confidence boost and gave him full tugs, trying to mimic the way he touched himself. Taehyung gulped down hard. “I love you so much too, baby.” You replied back.

“Y/N… C-can we c-continue so that I can l-last longer inside you?” He didn’t want you to stop stroking him, but his need to be wrapped inside your warm walls was more intriguing. You gently slowed down your already slow strokes, “You put it in.” 

Taehyung nodded, licked his lips and took ever. “I will be slow.” He whispered to himself. He needed to be slow for himself to not get overwhelm and for you to not feel any pain.

“Hmhm…” You nodded, eyes closed, anticipating the first touch. The first touch of his dick to your sensitive pussy lips was the worst and the best. Taehyung hissed in pain when your warm wetness kissed his skin. You, again, giggled in pleasure. At this point, you were addicted to his teasing.

“I will push gently…” Taehyung reminded himself as his hips ever so gently glided against yours. It felt like he was poking you– a sensation that always made you laugh and giggle. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much that it made Taehyung almost teary. 

“You feel so good, baby.” You breathed out. Your pussy felt wet and almost numb. It felt like your entire crotch was somehow fluttering, so his hard dick grounded you to a sweet pleasure. He didn’t have any difficulties in getting himself in. You were so relaxed and prepped for him that you fit like a glove.

Taehyung dropped himself over you, he needed to kiss your lips to soothe himself out of overwhelmed stimulation. “My love…” He cried to your ear; his back was arching. “Y-you feel so good.” He said as he was almost 1/3 in. This level was the best for both of you as later you started hiss in pain. 

“Let’s catch a breather.” Taehyung said as you clamped over his dick over and over again with breath hitches. “You will make me cum, right? Y-you won’t stop this time?” You asked while digging your nails into his biceps.

“I won’t baby… I will fill you up this time.” He drew himself out and pushed back in. “I-i know you will. You are so perfect for me, Taetae.” You drooled.

“Am I? Am I good at this, tell me!” He asked

“You’re s-so good, baby. I love how yo-ur hard c-cock fucks me so deep…” Your dirty talk was Taehyung’s fuel. His eyes locked at how you took him in easily and made him wet. You were soaking him and giving him the best warm kisses on his dick. His dick was home inside you.

“I shaped your insides with my dick, right? Your pussy is shaped to fit me… only me… I only fuck you, baby. You’re my everything. My fucking fantasy… I can’t believe I am able to fuck you… My pretty doll. My obedient kitten. T-thank you for letting me touch you, my princess. I-i love it.” Taehyung deliriously went on as he brought you the sweetest pleasure. Meanwhile, he was practicing to last longer for your pleasure. He was studying sex every day for this.

You moaned with every single of his thrusts. It was way more fulfilling than his lazy tongue so you were on the orgasm train within minutes. “I-i will cum, baby.” You let yourself enjoy the peak earlier than him as you deserved this dearly. 

Taehyung gave you an animalistic growl, he held himself from changing his pace. He knew that it got frustrating for you if he changed his technique right before you came. He already had teased you a lot so this was your time to shine. He tried to kiss your cheek as you bounced up and down against the bed sheet with his powerful thrusts.

As much as he was attentive to your needs and likes, you were slowly figuring out what Taehyung enjoyed. You brought your one hand to his beautiful hair and pulled it while giving him the most enjoyable moan ever. “I-i’m cum- ah Tae. Tae…”

 Taehyung was too fucking weak when you pulled his hair. Your walls squeezed him for his life and with that he desperately cum for you too. You gasped when his warm seed filled you in. You pulled him by his hair and Taehyung fell into your neck. He kissed your shoulder while heavily breathing.

“Taehyung…” You sighed while caressing Taehyung’s back to stop him from twitching. Despite being fucking spent on top of you, Taehyung still didn’t crush you and held himself somehow above you. 

“You are so dangerous…” Taehyung whimpered against your ear with a kiss. You got me by the balls…” He cried while he went soft in you. He placed his face onto your shoulder and drooled over your breast. “I love you so much, Y/N.” You caressed his head as he whimpered once again. “I love you too, my baby love.” 

He looked up to you with bread cheeks “Will you hold me for a while?”

———

masterlist | Tae-time | Spoiled | Puppy Daddy |

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading. 

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together. 

“Baby boy…” You murmured. 

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy. 

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay,  baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?” 

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…” 

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.” 

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end. 

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was. 

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs. 

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt. 

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt. 

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate. 

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink. 

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips. 

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs. 

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace. 

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft. 

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him. 

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered. 

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…” 

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded. 

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in. 

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.” 

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned. 

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum. 

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off. 

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in. 

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.” 

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend. 

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs. 

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce. 

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him. 

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass. 

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him. 

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you. 

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you. 

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier. 

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently. 

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.” 

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.” 

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you. 

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

------