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The Changing of Seasons pt 6

Fox!Taehyung x Y/n

Genre: Shifter/Hybrid au; Fluff, angst, smut

Summary: Things with Taehyung are getting complicated. But you’re much closer to giving in then ever. With your ever waning resolve; how far will you let him go this time? When your vacation is right around the corner; it seems like a new start might also be approaching.

Warnings: Language, sexual content (I want to put a proper warning, however, I don’t want to spoil anything; but there’s more sexual content than there has been up to this point in this series!).

Five days before you were to go on your vacation; you were putting the finishing touches to the dessert you were making when Taehyung came up behind you. The warmth of his body could be felt first, a split second before self assured arms wrapped around your waist. Soon this was followed by him resting his chin on your shoulder, much like he usually did.

“You make such amazing desserts, Y/n.” he practically purred. A soft giggle bubbled out of you as you shook your head. He could be so adorable at times like these.

His lips caressed along the back and side of your neck, curving up softly before he let his arms fall away from you entirely and stepped to the fridge. Adorable...until he did things like that. Tingles resonated in the wake of his lips, long after he’d moved away from you. You wanted to brush your fingers over the line he’d run with those tempting lips, but you also didn’t want him to catch you doing so. He would surely give an all too happy and suggestive smirk if he caught the action.

Even as the evening stretched on; the faint sensation of Taehyung’s lips remained on your skin. It was a constant reminder that you were much closer to a decision now. So close to giving into him. But still, you weren’t so sure. You’d thought about it a lot the past few weeks, often wondering if you should bring this fact up to him. But then, it might be cruel if things didn’t turn his way. You didn’t want to tease him in any way, not wanting to get his hopes up, either. It would be unfair to him if you let him in on how much you were struggling only to continue to deny him. If you continued to refuse to accept that you wanted him as more than a friend, more would have to be done to dissuade him, also. It wasn’t like you didn’t notice how it felt, in many ways, as if you were already something more. There were already so many times he felt more like a boyfriend than anything else.

As he sat next to you on the couch, his eyes slid over to you, sensing something deep underneath your carefully expressionless face. Glancing up at him, you immediately smiled like there was nothing amiss, but it wavered at the edges when you got a good look at him. He was staring at you like that again. Carefully, you turned your eyes away, hoping he didn’t see the heat surfacing beneath your cheeks.

Tension built as both of you steadily, calmly kept your eyes on the tv screen. You couldn’t be sure about Taehyung, but you weren’t seeing anything that flickered on the screen. All your senses tuned, hyper aware of just how close his face was to yours. The way his arm felt as it remained draped over your shoulder in a carefree, casual manner that had become the norm. How his previously steady, absentminded caresses of the skin of your arm had ceased as the tension grew palpable. The way his body was pressed against yours, every bit of it, from the leg that leaned against yours, up to his hip and waist turned slightly towards you, to the weight of his arm familiarly in place.

These weren’t the only things that you couldn’t help but notice. He smelled undeniably good, increasingly so as time ticked along. Dangerously good.

There was also the way his breathing remained even, but faster than it had been. And then how his warm breath wafted over your face when he turned to glance at you; and you could feel it in the air that something had changed. Something in Taehyung had flipped like a switch, or maybe it was more that he’d decided to let it this time.

It was in his eyes, too, when you quickly risked a glance up at him. The intensity in them left you breathless, and it was all you could do to look away as fast as possible. The look there, now on full display, was a look he rarely allowed himself to show. There was something deep in his eyes, almost animalistic underneath the soft and hopeful wanting.

Unable to help yourself, you peeked back up to glimpse again at what you saw for a mere moment. It was as if his entire being was demanding every bit of your attention. The look had settled and stayed for the first time in weeks, and you felt your whole body tremble. You wanted him. You couldn’t deny it a moment longer, even if you’d planned on waiting until your vacation to decide and then tell him. There was no way you could withstand another hour let alone a few more days. You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

Gloriously, you were able to watch as it filled his mind; every extra sense he had was so attuned to you that he could read it in your body, your eyes the very second you decided.

The breath that had continuously been fanning over your face from the second he’d glanced over at you until this moment stopped entirely. Careful, cautious eyes scanned your face, then stared back into your eyes, a question rising above anything else as he tried to figure out if this was for real. He knew the answer, of course; you were positive. Even still, he maintained a cautiousness.

When you slowly, infinitesimally leaned in closer, you swore there there was a tug at the corner of his beautiful lips. Slowly, he lowered his face closer to yours, eyes searching for permission. It hit you what was about to happen. It was your turn to search his eyes, your face tilting and so very close now. He answered without another pause.

Soft lips pressed delicately to yours; confident, calm but in charge. They felt oh so wonderful, the kiss so breathtakingly good. He was still careful, but there was no caution, no second guessing or nervous pondering. And there was something inexplicable about it. He kissed you with such delicate caresses of his lips, still with more than enough pressure; but something about it tugged at the back of your mind. It was as if he was trying to not hurt you. Maybe he was trying to hold back. You wanted more, however.

Coiling your hands around his arm, you pressed your body more into his and he slowed the movements of his lips. The question flashing in bright lights in his mind could almost be felt in the kiss, his wordless wondering at what you were wanting, what your intentions were, where your own thoughts were at in that precise moment. Above all, he must be thinking over how far you were thinking of letting this get to before you stopped him yet again.

Sliding your hand up, you curved it along to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. There was a hesitating millisecond before a smile spread across his face and he kissed you less carefully. The hushed moan that escaped you fell into his mouth, bringing a soft groan from him in return. His free hand gripped tightly into your sweater, though he didn’t try to pull you closer. He deepened the kiss and a happy contented sigh eased out of you as you tugged him even closer.

Suddenly, he pulled fully free of you. The resulting pout that sprung to your lips couldn’t be helped, even if you cared to attempt to head it off before it made its way there on your face. Taehyung chuckled, ruffling your hair before turning his full attention back to the tv. Unbelievable. You’d always been the one stopping him, yet he’d stopped this time. There was a frazzled daze to his eyes, and he was obviously trying to regain his composure as you continued to watch him.

Through this, you could tell he wanted to kiss you much longer, that he desperately wanted more. He wasn’t done, not at all. Yet he was holding a careful control over himself once again. Perhaps he’d thought you allowed longer than usual, and thus that it was time to stop, so he stopped it for you?

Studying him as he kept his focus off of you, or seemingly so; you sat there determined, but patient. Sure enough, his eyes were soon darting uneasily to yours, his adam’s apple lightly bobbing as he tried to swallow but failing to properly do so. A thought came to you then, with his half glazed eyes focusing in on you, sharpening by the second...had he stopped because he was reaching his limit for the careful self control he had with you? He had to have picked up on the fact that you wanted more; there was no question in your mind that he knew you were incredibly turned on and wanting more with him.

Leaning in, you rested your chin against the top of his shoulder, nose close to his throat, almost touching it. He swallowed hard. Briefly biting back the smile trying to take hold, you leaned even closer, letting your nose almost brush the skin of his neck. There was only a hairsbreadth between your lips and his heated flesh. Sniffing at his neck got you a huge slap of his scent in return, and it instantly dazed you. All you could do in response was to press your face into his neck without a single other thought then that you needed more of it. Needed more of him. With your next deep intake of his scent, he swallowed audibly, then squirmed.

Pressing your lips to his throat, you immediately started kissing delicately against the heated skin, and continued to do so between each breath. Fuck his scent was amazing. Another, even deeper intake made the room spin around you as it filled your mind. Your head continued to swim with the sudden surge of his sent and an almost animalistic instinct snapped within you. Taehyung whimpered pathetically and you realized a second later that it must be because he was in fact picking up on how your body was reacting to his.

The next second his hand was on your waist, grip harshly pulling the fabric of your sweater as it bunched in his large hand. Any moment it could easily rip in his grasp. Something you’d never felt before crashed down on you. You wanted him to rip that damn sweater off of you, along with all the rest of your clothes. Another whimper told you he could sense where your thoughts were going, even if he couldn’t actually read your mind.

Pulling back, his wide eyes stared into yours, half crazed, pupils sporadically widening and shrinking as he warred with himself, fighting for control over his nature. His chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly in a way you’d never witnessed before; his grip tightening on your poor sweater, his knuckles draining of blood.

Carefully, he tilted his head, dipping it down towards your neck, his heated gaze not leaving yours until he couldn’t see past your jaw. There was only the slightest of pauses before he pressed hot, barely cautious kisses into your neck. They were slow, sensual kisses that trailed the expanse of your neck, easily getting desperate moans and soft mews to fall past your parted lips.

With your eyes closing, your head tipped slightly back and to the side to give him more access. A heavy weight settled onto your lower thigh, close to your knee. His hand, you noted. There was a pause. Then he squeezed at your thigh. This was a question. ‘Is this alright; can I continue?’. When you didn’t answer, he started to lift his hand off of you, beginning to pull away as well.

“Tae, you can keep going.” you practically panted. A deep groan of appreciation resonated from deep in his throat. His lips returned to your neck with a grateful sigh and his hand gently swirled a big circle on your thigh, the size of his massive hand.

“How much are you wanting me to keep going?” This time it was you that paused. You weren’t sure. All you knew was that you weren’t ready to stop and that you wanted more.

“I-I want more...” You voice shook and he started to leave your neck again, until you gripped onto his back to hold him in place against you. “Tae...” There was nothing after that, you couldn’t voice everything connected to the murmuring of his name.

A soft moan muffled itself against your neck as his hands returned to where they’d previously been.

“You smell so good.” he groaned in desperation. His hand slid up higher along your inner thigh and your heart accelerated to a hammering hum in your chest. His large, warm hand stopped so close to your core that you clenched around nothing, wanting him there, needing him.

Another wave of his scent smacked you in the face, the resulting dizziness nearly toppling you even as you sat.

“Fuck, you really don’t know what you do to me when you think like this, when you react to me like this.” he moaned, lips brushing your skin.

Part of your brain wondered if the reason you were reacting so strongly was because he was letting off an immense and intense amount of pheromones that he usually kept at bay. You’d never smelled anything like it; even when you’d previously gotten hints of it. Nothing was as intoxicating as his scent. He groaned again and another wave of it hit you, seemingly in answer to that part of your brain.

But a bigger part of your thoughts and senses were on the way his body felt pressed against you, how his lips and breath moved against your overheating flesh. And most prominently of all was the way his hand was yet again inching closer centimeter by centimeter towards your core. It was almost as if his fingers were drawn to it, like he needed them there as much as you.

“May I touch you?” He murmured, barely concealing the need and desperation in his voice; which was much deeper, rougher and more thick than usual. You nodded your consent and his breath faltered on your neck. “Tell me with your words, please.” He was so patient. It was unfathomable to you how he could maintain this level of patience when he was so close to what you both wanted.

“Yes, Tae, you can touch me.” You confirmed. A smile spread over your skin were his face was pressed to it and a soft but deep, throaty sound emitted from his chest.

“Thank you.” he sighed, fervent gratitude curling every syllable, just before his fingers came in contact with your clothed mound.

He slid at first one, smoothly joined by a second, then all of his fingers ever so slightly moved to cup you. Both of you moaned in momentary relief, a unified satisfaction in finally doing something as intimate and sensuous as this. Your moan was quickly turned to one of frustration, already wanting more. His soft, warm chuckle in response caressed your ears. He was enjoying himself immensely.

A smile of your own made its way to your lips, delicately hanging there in brief whimsy. And with that, he slid his hand away from you completely, resting it on his thigh instead. All you could do was balk in response, disbelief sweeping over you like a tidal wave at just how casual he was when seconds before he’d been cupping your mound.

“Tae...” The inquiry in your voice was as evident as it was on your face. You wanted to know why he stopped. Pursing his lips, he shook his head lightly, his ears wobbling slightly with the motion.

“I took it too far, I’m sorry.” His remorse filled gaze shattered your heart as he apologized. He looked so...guilty.

“Why did you stop, you didn’t go too far; I-”

“You.” He interrupted, emphasizing the word. His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately. “You were reacting to me. To my scent. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have let it get that strong. I should hold it back until if the time ever comes that you really want to be with me.” His teeth bit into his bottom lip momentarily, a slight sheepishness peeking through his usual confidence. “I can’t promise I can hold it back if we have sex. But until that point, I shouldn’t let it get anywhere near as strong as it did tonight.” He took a quick breath in that rasped through his lips. “I’m sorry, Y/n. You’ve never be subjected to a stronger dose of it until tonight. I won’t let it happen again.” The remorse he felt was clearly eating him up inside. By the looks of him, you’d think he’d done some bad, unforgivable thing. It wasn’t to you, though.

“Taehyung, you didn’t go too far. I wanted it. I still want more.“ You slid your hand up his arm and he flinched.

“No. You think you do because my pheromones were affecting you. They made you want more, want me.” His jaw set, eyes hardening as they closed from your sight. “But I won’t do anything ever again while you’re under the influence of them. Not until you legitimately agree to have sex with me free of the influence they have. Then, like I said...I doubt I could hold them back.” His face tilted downwards, hair cascading over his closed eyes, ears flopping downwards with the motion as well.

“I like your scent.” You quietly admitted. The confession caused great effort in his swallowing once again, and his eyes dashed to yours to confirm, before he quickly looked away. He liked that you liked it. It was painfully clear. “And by the way...I wanted you before it was getting to my head. Seriously.” You added when he gave you a disparaging, disbelieving glance. “So can we please keep go-”

“No.” He quietly but nevertheless adamantly refused. “Not until I know you truly want me.” The two of you stared each other down for what felt like an eternity, neither conceding.

He wasn’t going to budge on this, that much was clear. Even as his eyes darted down to your thighs, up to your clothed heat. There was a spark, a ripple of desire he couldn’t squash before you caught a glimpse of it. Your teeth scrapped over the flesh of your bottom lip before catching onto it. How could you convince him you really want him, and not because of his pheromones? You had a feeling he wouldn’t believe you if you told him this minute that you’d been considering this for a while now, that you’d been thinking of giving in and planned to possibly try giving into him in a few days time. So, albeit a bit disgruntled, you reverted back to your original plan. With a concession, of course; only now with miner adjustments. You’d mention it to him when he wasn’t expecting it and thus not suspecting wrongly. If it took you pushing him away a few more days, you’d do it if it meant he would understand that you actually were thinking you might want him for real. A few kisses and touches here and there wouldn’t hurt, though, you conceded. After all, it was supposed to be back to how things normally were between you. But either way, you had to convince him, and soon. You just had to.

A few days later, everything was going well. Going well as in how you’d been careful not to tip him off at just how bad you still needed him. Or that you wanted him more than you had before the incident a few nights back. The rest was awful. You were so close to getting out on vacation, so close to maybe having more with Taehyung, and it was all you could think about at work. So much so that you almost asked your boss if you could go on your vacation early. You were sure she would say yes, but you also knew a few more days would be needed to convince Taehyung, as well as yourself.

You wanted him, but you were still hesitant enough that you knew he would immediately dismiss any potential attempts you made until you were absolutely sure. He would know. And he wouldn’t want any regretful incidents happening. It was clear he regretted it getting as far as it had the other night. He’d apologized dozens of times the first twenty-four hours. On top of that, you’d started questioning why things had gotten that far in the first place. Was he right and it was his pheromones? It was imperative that you know for sure. Was that why you wanted him at all, at least in a physical aspect?

So caught up in these thoughts as you were, you almost sent the wrong documents to the wrong person. That would have been bad, if you’d not caught it in time. Lightly, you slapped at your cheek to try to snap yourself out of it. Just a few more days. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself inside your head at intervals, whenever thoughts of Taehyung’s bright sultry eyes, or of his warm, massive hands seeped through into your mind as you tried to focus on the work before you.

When you got home, Taehyung was lounging on the couch, as usual. He’d been munching on some chips, the crumpled bag on the floor in front of the couch. He sat up as quickly as he could move when you came through the door, ears going straight up at attention, and stared with huge, anxious eyes taking in your every move. It was apparent in his reaction and body language that he’d thought you weren’t going to be home this soon.

“Y/n.” he breathlessly called in his surprise. Chuckling, you set your bag down and uncoiled your scarf.

“Nice to see you, too, Tae.” His lips twitched at your affectionate but teasing tone.

“I’ll clean up right away. You’re half an hour early; I was going to tidy after myself in about ten minutes.” He hopped up and bounded over to you as you stepped out of your shoes. “And it’s nice to see you, Y/n.” He gently murmured. His arms wrapped around you, hugging you into the safety and warmth of them. Pressing your face into his chest, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. You were home.

“I missed and thought about you all day.” The admission muffled into his chest, but you knew he heard it clearly. It’d slipped out before you realized, without you even thinking about it or the implications he could read into it. He froze.

“You...did?” His inquiry held something hidden and deep, even as it tried to surface. You nodded your reply, gripping at the back of his shirt, balling it in your tinier fists.

“I miss you every day I’m away from you, Tae.” You further confessed. This time you knew what you were saying and what it would mean to the both of you.

“You really miss me?” His question was so quiet and filled with so much shock that your heart squeezed for a split second. Tugging briefly on his shirt, you giggled.

“Of course. I know I don’t say it often. But I really do miss you when we’re not together. I’m really glad I brought you into my home that day.” His arms wrapped more tightly around your tinier frame in a crushing but affectionate hug.

“I miss you, too. All the time.” he practically cooed.

“I know you do, you make that abundantly clear everyday.” you giggled, a pout springing to his lips in response. You released the fabric of his shirt from your grasp to place your hands on his face, gently cupping his cheeks. “It makes me feel so...” Loved. You wanted to say it out loud, but refrained. He waited, eyes zipping back and forth as he tried to read what you weren’t saying. “It makes me feel good about myself.” You amended, cringing inwardly for a moment. A smile slowly spread across his beautiful face, and there was that warm, soft look he’d been giving you a lot lately. Staying like that a minute more, you caressed one cheek, the other hand dropping to grip his hand with yours. Dropping your gaze to fight a growing blush, you tugged him to follow you to the couch.

He caught the intention and tugged the both of you to a stop.

“But, Y/n, I need to clean.” He worried his bottom lip, eying the mess he’d made while you weren’t home, unsure if this was what he should be doing, or if he should clean first.

“You can get it later, or we both can.” Smiling up at him, you tugged again at his hand as his tail swooshed nervously behind him. Relenting for a moment, you let go of his hand to sit on the couch, patting the seat next to you the second you were settled. Beautiful fur swept rapidly behind him, curving either side of his lean body as it did so, a brilliant, boxy grin filling up his face.

He couldn’t seem to move fast enough to sit beside you as he promptly plopped down, wrapping you up in his arms yet again. As soon as he was settled, he buried his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. Suddenly, he pulled back, momentarily wrinkling his nose. Did you smell bad? Confusion and worry scrunched your eyebrows together. Shrugging, he pressed his face back into your hair like it was nothing, his arms coiling around you at once. It didn’t escape your notice that he was starting to slowly take deeper and deeper whiffs at your hair and neck. Casually, like it was unintentional, you smelled at your own hair. No, you didn’t smell bad. You smelled like you always did, vanilla and almond. What was that reaction for, then?

Eventually, you peeled away from him just enough to see the tv, remaining in his arms with his nose at your neck. The two of you stayed cuddled up until the knock at the door alerted that the take out you’d ordered had arrived. Neither of you wanted to cook that night, or fix anything no matter how simple. All the two of you wanted was to stay curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a big cozy blanket that Tae had managed to get around the both of you at some point.

The only other break from this cuddle session was when he helped you rinse the dishes, followed quickly by cleaning up that tiniest mess that he’d made. It was the tiniest he’d made ever, at that. Just the bag of chips, a few wrappers to granola and candy bars, and four soda cans that were left by the couch.

Once that was all done, you curled up to him to watch a movie you’d picked. With his cheek pressed to your temple and one hand lackadaisically smoothing over your arm, your thoughts drifted to a way to breach the most important subject at hand. How could you possibly tell him what you wanted without it being embarrassing, or that he wouldn’t question the reason behind it?

“Taehyung,” You started in distant whimsical thought, about an hour later.

“Hmm?” Came his hummed reply.

“I’ve been thinking an awful lot the past few weeks...”

“Oh? About what?” He sounded a bit tired, only half listening as he lethargically watched the scene playing out on the screen.

“About you.” His breath stopped, no longer could you feel each intake press him more into you. He stilled completely at this topic, way too still, tensing.

“O-oh?” He nervously asked, though he tried to conceal the nerves with a careful casualness. You nodded, his cheek squishing slightly with each tiny bob of your head.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking a lot about you. And how you live here with me. How close we’ve become. And...”

“And...?” The anxiety of your unspoken words practically vibrated through his body into yours. The obviousness of his anxiety and worry at the topic flooded you with guilt. He wouldn’t react like this if you hadn’t stubbornly pushed him away for so long.

“Well, I’ve been thinking for a while, but not been sure how to bring it up to you. I mean...I wasn’t fully sure until I was on my way home today. I wanted to be as sure as I could be about this...anyway...” Filling your lungs with a deep breath, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart. Taehyung tilted his head slightly towards the sound, curious and unaware of why it beat so erratically. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, I’m still not. I have no idea how to go about this, this is all new to me.” You sighed in mild frustration at the way you couldn’t seem to get to where you were trying to as easily as you’d hoped.

“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” He rubbed reassuringly at your arm, but an anxious edge made it feel less so. “You don’t need to worry about my reaction.” Even though he said this to further reassure you, his voice shook with nervousness, his hand on your arm quaking a minuscule amount as well. Internally you kicked yourself for being so bad at this. The sooner you could tell him the better, before he had a full blown panic attack thinking it was something bad that had something to do with him.

“I know. Tae, I’m sorry, I’m not sure how to say this. I pieced it together for weeks in case I came to the conclusion I have today. And no matter how I try, it’s yet to get out of my mouth.” You took another steadying breath, trying futilely to calm your heart. “I, well, I know it might seem...sudden...I don’t want you jumping to wrong conclusions...” Glancing up at him, he was intensely intent as he stared unblinkingly down at you, his breath caught in his chest again. “Breath, Tae...you’re not breathing.”

“Huh? Oh, right, yes...breath.” He pointedly took three deep breaths in and out, then waited. His eyes never left yours, and they continued to maintain their intensity. A worried crease had started to develop, and it was now scrunching cutely between his brows.

“I need to tell you this. I’ve grappled with it for weeks whether I should tell you something, or if I should wait. And now the time has come, and I just can’t seem to get it out. I can’t put it the way I wanted, and it’s making this harder than it should be. But. Well.” Swallowing, you allowed yourself one more moment before the next words out of your mouth could quite literally change your life for good.

“Taehyung, I think I want more with you than this whole cuddling and sometimes grinding thing we’ve been doing.” Air wooshed out of you for a moment as the confession finally freed you from the cage you’d not realized you’d placed yourself in. “There. I said it...” Your teeth bit into your lip nervously as you watched an unfocused haze settle over his eyes.

“You...want...more...?” He asked in a daze, his breath shallow once the words were spoken.

“Yes.”

“You want me?” His voice was light as air, surprised, but cautious.

“Yes, Tae, I want you.” Suddenly, his eyes focused back like a flash. He blinked once, then leaned in closer, observing you with a keen eye.

“You mean it, you want me? You know which way I mean. Is it the same?” The scrutiny was there in his deep voice as well. He wanted to be absolutely positive you were both on the same page.

“Yes.” You said as evenly as you could, not letting shyness turn your eyes from his as they sought any hint of hesitancy. Again, like the other night, he turned his intense gaze away, casual, as if unaffected.

He lounged there beside you, like the conversation hadn’t even happened. You blinked. That’s it? You tell him you want him physically and he just sits there like nothing was said? Sighing in frustration, you squared your shoulders, sitting more straight with you legs dangling freely off the font of the couch. Did he think this was all some kind of game?

An hour later, the movie coming to an end; Taehyung had you in his arms again. At least he still seemed to want to do this. But it wasn’t what you wanted at the moment. Tilting his head down, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, just as the credits rolled.

When the movie was fully over, he grabbed the remote and turned everything off before turning to stare down at you again. Smiling, you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. A smile brightened his face immediately, and he chased your lips with his own, kissing you back just as fast. The two of you sat there giggling for a moment. Sweet, just like him, he pressed more kisses to your forehead, then your cheek. Finally, he brushed his lips against yours, giving you a chaste kiss again. He paused, lingering with his lips all but touching yours.

Something stirred like it had the other night. A shift in the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

Slowly, his lips met yours again, only this time in true earnest. This, too, was over before you wanted it to be as he pulled back to fix you with a smile that made your heart flutter with butterfly wings. Your returning smile was shy, but every bit as happy as his. He was going to drive you insane before he even touched you again. Resting your head on his shoulder, you tried to bite a smile down. Long, slender fingers lazily combed through your hair before sliding along your arm, up and down in a slow, steady manner.

“You know, I’ve been thinking, too.” He offhandedly began; but something underlying weighed heavily out of reach.

“You have? About?” Silence filled the air for a few heart-clenching moments, his lovely fingers continuing to brush along your skin.

“What you said. What we both have said.” Well that was clear and in no way cryptic, nor confusing. His hand cupped your upper arm, then slid down it slowly. “I think I figured something out, but I’m not sure. What if I’m wrong?” Worry coated his words again.

“We can figure this out together.” You offered. A brief smile made an appearance as he glanced down at you. In that moment, the grin on his face was a knowing one, a speck of mischief flaring in his eyes.

“I hope we can.” Chuckling, he looked at his free hand on his lap. Even though you wanted to stare there, too, you thought better of it...lest he get the wrong idea again. “Well. It kinda needs to be both of us, after all.“ This smile lightly wrinkled his nose, his eyes starting to sparkle as he glanced down at you again. This time he kept his eyes on yours, inching his hand closer to your leg.

Slowly, his big hand moved onto your thigh, taking the amount of time to judge if this was a wanted advance. You knew if you swatted his hand away, he would take the rejection in stride and he wouldn’t try anything else tonight. But that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to continue.

Shallow breaths pulled in and out of your lungs as your eyes stayed zeroed in on his huge hand, his lithe fingers. You’d promised yourself that you would hold to your original plan that nothing happen until your vacation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push his hand away.

He stayed so still, like a statue, the warmth and softness of his hand the only indication he was not one. There was no breathing as he waited for your reaction.

In this moment, with the light weight of his hand, the warmth and longing in his touch; you really couldn’t deny you want this, too. You wanted to let him continue. You hoped he would continue. Though you weren’t sure how different this would be from simple grinding on the couch, or even when he kissed down your neck. This was bound to be something much more. It was a line. One he was careful to not press for or urge or even try for the longest time. It was a step, a turning point. This was the line he’d needed to know if you were truly ready to pass. If you accepted this, you weren’t sure what would come out of it. He could contentedly keep to this, or he could slowly continue to ease closer to what you both wanted. You had a strange feeling that if you allowed him to touch, to rub, to grip your thighs; it would be a start to a slippery slope.

You felt the last bit of your hesitancy fade out of you. You wanted him, and he clearly thought it was fitting to be more physical with you. It was only your hang ups that had stopped this from happening sooner.

When you glanced back to glimpse his eyes, they were already on yours, as if waiting for you to look up at him. And though he looked hard for it, there was no question or hesitancy to be found in your eyes. There was no stern warning in your expression. Nothing that he might be used to by now. What he was likely expecting to make a reappearance.

A sharp inhale of air gasped past his parting lips. He searched deeper, imploringly, the whole of your face and eyes for any hint, anything that would stop him. But the fact was you wanted him too badly and had accepted this, had accepted him, and there was no going back. You had every intention of allowing him to try this, to go further than he had ever gone with you.

Taehyung gently sprawled his fingers, flexing them, then carefully caressed your thigh. His eyes remained locked with yours, ensuring if at any moment you were not alright with this, he would know in that split second and be able to stop immediately. Slowly, he tried out moving his dexterous fingers in circles over your pants. When this was accepted, he added more pressure, starting to knead at your thigh in a more sensual manner. A moan tried to surface to your lips, and you only barely managed to to bite it down.

It could be the fact that you’d not gotten off for so long. It could be that you hadn’t been touched in so very long. There was a possibility it was added onto from what had happened the other night. Or it could be Taehyung himself. But one thing was certain. You were so turned on, you could hardly breathe. You wanted this, wanted him. You wanted it to be him. You were sure, more than you’d been sure of anything else. And there wasn’t even a hint of that delectable scent that drove you mad the previous night, confirming it was truly that you wanted him with no influence interfering.

He leaned closer, breath shallow now. He rested his forehead against the side of your head, eyes slipping down to watch the hand he had on your leg. Testing, he slid it up and down lazily, with barely an ounce of pressure. When this was met with no rebuff from you; his hand slipped down barely to your inner thigh, paused, then oh so slowly and carefully trailed it upwards. Observant eyes darted to your face, yet again gauging if this was truly alright.

When you still didn’t make even the smallest of moves to knock his hand away, the softest groan emitted from him, so quiet your ears could barely hear it. Still, your ears perked at the sound, zoning in on it, repeating it over and over in your mind as more silence ensued.

He repeated the circular movements on your inner thigh, careful to avoid touching any higher. But the sweltering heat of your arousal and desire had sparked within you, and that was exactly where you wanted, where you needed his fingers. A pathetic whimper escaped him, as if he could read your thoughts, and his pretty mouth parted soon after.

He made no move, though you knew he must want to. All he did for a long minute was hold in place, waiting. But for what? Verbal permission? The thought embarrassed you and you hoped desperately that that wasn’t it.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with us doing. Especially after what happened a few days ago.” His teeth dug into his lip, dragging them across it as he tried to hold his dismay over the incident at bay. “If you don’t want this. Tell me. I need to know if you’re alright with th-” His worrying was cut off abruptly as you slid your hand down and over his, gripping it gently with your own.

You took a deep, steadying breath as you paused, trying to ready yourself. You’d been so silly, so stubborn for so long. But now you knew what you wanted and you were going to do your best to show him you meant it. Staring up into his worry filled, imploring eyes, a sudden boldness enveloped your whole being. There was a lovely transition that lasted a few beats of your heart that you were able to marvel at how his worried eyes became curious, then understanding washed through them, and finally filled with a knowing, knowing precisely what you were saying without it needing to be said. One more heartbeat was all it took before they sparked in brilliant exuberance, before flickering quickly into deep imploring desire.

Answering what you saw there, you squeezed his fingers before trailing his hand higher. The resulting catch of breath was like music to your ears, the best kind. The second you brought his beautiful fingers dangerously close, his chest started to rise and fall, each deep breath tensing the air further. Just before his fingers could actually touch where you both wanted them, a sudden loud ringtone went off, alerting you to a call, startling you both. He paused, completely still, though he knew it was work and that they didn’t call for nothing.

When the shrill ringtone went off again, he sighed as he pulled his hand from your body and you inwardly cursed at every coworker in your office, especially your superiors that dared call at such a time. They were interrupting the most important step in yours and Taehyung’s relationship up to this point.

Running a hand through your hair, you sat forward, eyeing the damn thing as it went off again. You heaved yourself from the couch, shuffling in aggravation towards your phone where you’d left it. So close. How could this be happening?! But if you got your way, there would definitely be more to come once the offending call was done. And as you glanced surreptitiously over your shoulder, bringing the phone up to the opposite ear, the same sentiment was there in his eyes. His expression made it all the more obvious as he closed his eyes, biting hard into his bottom lip while he bent his head downwards. He wasn’t done, either.

“Yes?” Try as you may to keep the agitation from your voice, it curled the one word just the same, even if Taehyung was the only one who could really notice. Only half listening, you stared at your nails as your boss prattled on and on about something that needed to be done before you went on vacation. Your mind hit full stop before taking off in a frantic frenzy when one of her sentences caught your attention. What needed to be done could very well make your vacation start later. That was the last thing you wanted now. Sighing, you glanced at Taehyung again.

He was no longer where you’d last seen him, instead he’d gotten up to pace towards the kitchen. It was evident in his body language that he thought the moment had passed him by, he’d missed out and had no idea when he would get another chance. Before he could catch it, you bit into your lip to hide the smirk forming, turning away to be extra sure he didn’t see it.

“Yes, I’ll have it done in time, no worries. Uhuh, bye.” You couldn’t get off the phone fast enough, jamming your finger down on the end call button before she could start asking for anything else. Before you set your cell down, you quickly set it on silent, then chucked the thing on the table as you made your way over towards Taehyung.

At your approach, curious eyes lifted to clock your advancement, ears twitching in confusion as he took in your expression. The confusion only grew to settle in his eyes as you grabbed onto a big hand and headed towards a door. One he would never guess you’d lead him to. Unaware and with his eyes only on you, he didn’t notice at first, effortlessly following you, as if it was instinct to follow you anywhere you went. Perhaps it was to him.

The second he realized the direction you were going and that you weren’t slowing, he came to an abrupt stop; so much so, it all but pulled his hand free of yours as a gap stretched between the two of you. He stood there, staring with wide eyes at the door, a thousand thoughts and questions zipping through his mind just behind his eyes.

“I’m not allowed through this one.” He quietly spoke after a full minute of silently staring at the door, his voice a monotonous whisper. Huge eyes slid to yours, cautious and not even a spark of hope.

Tugging on his hand, you tried to continue forward again, but he kept his footing solidly in place. The firm grip and tug of your hand yanked you back towards him instead, bringing you back further from the door.

“You might regret it and get onto me later.” His tone was serious, if not a bit pained. You turned to face him, standing before him and held onto his other hand as well. You waited for him to look into your eyes, and when he did, you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“I promise I won’t get onto you about this. I want you to come in here with me. I am giving you permission.” You assured.

For a long minute he studied your expression. Then a small smile slipped onto his face, his hands gripping yours more firmly again. This time, when you yanked gently on his hand, he allowed you to pull him closer to the door. Walking backwards, carefully, you brought him slowly but surely closer to it.

Once at the door, you let go of one hand to turn the knob, swinging the door open as you stepped inside. Again he paused, unsure, unblinking, panic rising.

“Tae, I’m serious. You can come in with me. I am bringing you inside with me.”

He hesitated at the line between the door and the rest of the house, staring at it, and his hands started to tremble. He took one steadying gasp of air, then finally took a tentative step over that invisible line and was inside your bedroom for the first time ever. The hesitant and almost scared expression that had been present on his handsome face smoothed to an odd, delighted smile as he looked about the room.

With what had been happening before that phone call interrupted, you’d thought the moment you brought him in here that he would go right to the bed, almost seeing the flirtatious and expectant look you’d been positive he’d aim at you. This was not the case.

Instead, he started meandering about, gazing curiously at every inch of your room. It was like he’d never seen a bedroom before, or maybe he was just so fascinated because it was your bedroom. You had no choice but to watch him as he investigated with his eyes, never picking a single thing up, and rarely risking a touch. It was obvious he wanted to, but he must not want to risk the possibility of getting kicked out to the living room if he messed anything up too much.

Patiently you waited until he was done- he’d even wordlessly asked if he could see your closet and bathroom, to which you nodded your approval. Once his curiosity and wonder seemed sated for the time being; he turned towards you and suddenly bounded over to wrap his arms around your frame. This wasn’t him making a move, not in the least. It was pure joy and adoration, full of thankfulness.

He held you to him in a warm hug, nuzzling his face into the top of your hair, and an odd but beautiful sound rumbled in his chest as it pressed against your face. It was similar to a purr or a soft growl; most likely it was the latter. Giggling, you stepped back to glimpse his eyes. A pout formed now that you’d pulled away from him, so you soothed a hand down his arm to ease it away. He flinched, stilling, a question in his gaze. As you smoothed your hand over his arm again, much slower this time, you were able to watch the moment it clicked in his brain. Was he holding his breath as he stared at you like that? Sliding your free hand up onto his other arm, you repeated the action again and he swallowed thickly.

“Just to clarify and make absolutely sure I don’t do anything wrong or cross a line mistakenly; please tell me if you are wanting me. Any part of me. If you brought me in here to continue?” Though his deep voice was smooth and seamless as ever, his hands were shaking at his sides. You slid your hands down from his firm, strong arms to gently grip each large hand in your smaller ones.

“I brought you in here to continue.” You quietly affirmed. A gasp much louder then your soft spoken confirmation echoed through the room as his eyes enlarged. Slowly, you moved towards the bed and sat carefully on it. One of his hands was still within your grasp, so this brought him much closer to your bed as well. A haze overtook him as he stared down at you sitting there for a few agonizingly long seconds. And then, to your utter shock, he let go of your hand and took several steps backwards away from you and then stood firmly in place.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea, Y/n. I...” His teeth bit harshly into his lip as his watering eyes cast downwards. “I’m not sure how well I can control myself. When I’m near you, even thinking of you; I feel like I could go crazy. I want you so bad.” He took a shuddering breath, and it shook as he exhaled as well. “I don’t think you know how bad. I may flirt and act suggestive, but I still hold back so much, for your sake. What if this is it, when I loose control and push a boundary I shouldn’t?” Guilt clouded his expression further. “I mean, I already did the other night. But that was still me retaining enough control over myself.” You reached out towards him, hoping he’d let you pull him to you so you could sooth him and set his worries to ease; but he only glanced briefly to your hand before giving a tiny shake of his head.

“I know you say you wanted that to happen, the other day. I know you meant it and still do. However, even though I know you wanted it, I’ve been so worried it was because I did something to make you go faster than you were ready for.” It was your turn to shake your head, trying to dispel the notion he’d formed. He sighed a laden sigh in response, before he bit into his lip again. “You really wanted it, and my body reacted to it, my pheromones going into overdrive, and they affected me as well; and as a result I did what I thought you were ready for. I touched you when perhaps I should have waited. Then I freaked out about it, and I apologize for that as well.” He gave a tiny smile of apology once more before any hint of a smile was wiped from his face. “But I’m concerned I might really cross a line this time.” He took a deep, long breath to steady himself as he set his gaze on the floor, the shivering of his hands quaking harder as one second stretched into two, then three. You wanted to reach for him again, but refrained, somehow knowing he wasn’t ready to accept the gesture. He wouldn’t until he got this all out in the open and off of his chest.

“If I loose control, there’s no telling what I might try to do.” He murmured in anguish. “Aren’t you scared of that?” he whispered, gaze lifting to yours. “You have pushed me away so long, have denied what we both want.” His voice returned to it’s soft murmur of deep, warm chocolate, though the concern remained. “What if I can’t keep all that has been bottled up inside me from bursting through my hold on it?”

The distress on his face was enough to make tears well in your eyes, but the fright he tried to tamp down behind his eyes made a few drops of the salty substance drip down your cheeks. He looked so pathetically guilty, so apprehensive of himself. Your own guilt wrapped you in a cocoon of sudden self loathing over what you’d done to this sweet, loving man. All he wanted all along was to express his love and adoration of you, and you’d denied him that. It was hard to ignore the fact that what he was expressing now with concern was in part because of you and all the times you’d rejected him. He was so afraid that you were going to regret this, it was there, too, under the surface of everything else.

But he was right that it’d been so long. You’d fought against your feelings and desires for him so much; the way your whole body ached for him. You knew he noticed this, that he noted every single time he could pick up on any hint or sign of your wavering and softening towards him, of your ever growing desires that you pretended didn’t exist.

Yet for all of that, here he was, the one hesitating. You’d been so sure before this moment that he would be all too delighted to start something more physical. So sure he wouldn’t pause for more than consensual affirmations. Had thought he would eagerly dive right in the second you allowed more. You’d been wrong. Oh so very wrong.

This unexpected turn of events made you question your previous assessments of him and his personality. Was there some clue you’d missed that would have indicated this kind of behavior? It was so drastically different from how you were used to him being and what you assumed he would continue to be. Even as you thought this, however; you realized this was just like him. He’d always been careful, only ever doing just what you allowed, and rarely did he truly push at any boundaries. He knew as well as you, perhaps even better, what you were wanting and how you were feeling in each moment anything physical was happening. How many times had he tried something he knew was alright, hinting there could be more, but pulled away the second he also knew you weren’t ready? He’d always been careful, thoughtful, and yes, hesitant. At those times it hadn’t always seemed like it to you. But thinking back over each of those times and how his gaze settled on you, assessing, searching, hoping; it became clear to you that he had in fact held back and been hesitant. Even now that you were certain you wanted more, he was still hesitating.

Taehyung was more caring and patient than you ever thought possible up to this very moment.

Stretching a slow palm out to him, you watched his eyes sweep fluidly from yours to follow the motion. He took a few long beats to glance back up to study your expression, wanting to be as sure as possible. The whole time you kept your hand extended to him, waiting patiently. Slowly, so slowly, he took one step closer.

“You’re absolutely sure?” He fervently inquired, voice quivering.

“Tae, I’m sure.” You edged your hand even closer towards him. He remained in place, not moving even a centimeter forward. It seems you’ll have to assure him further. And the one to make the moves for now.

Standing, your eyes held his gaze. You took a step closer to him and his chest began to rapidly rise and fall as he watched your approach begin.

“I-I really mean it, Y/n. I might not be able to hold back as well as I have from this moment on; so please, please be sure. This is what you want?” Eyes searching yours, he tried to find the absolute acceptance and willingness he sought. Pausing a few feet from him, you held his gaze and tried to convey with your eyes that you meant it.

“I want this. I want you.” Focusing with all your might on every bit of your acceptance, willingness and desire, you took another step forward. You let it all surface, stripped free for his viewing at last. A tiny, soft gasp fell from his beautiful, trembling lips.

That was all he needed; all the hesitancy and guilt melted away, leaving only a bright beaming smile that stretched the whole of his face.

The next moment, his body was connecting with yours and you were flying. His sudden pounce had come out of nowhere, even with you staring right at him you’d missed the coil and the spring. The softness of your bed gently hit your back, his firm yet soft body jolting against yours further as your body made contact with the bed.

His warm, velvety lips instantly descended down upon yours, before the two of your bodies could bounce even once from how sudden you’d hit the bed with so much force. He remained careful, gentle; but there was an eagerness like you’d never experienced in the way he kissed you. All the affection, all the happiness, all the love he had in his entire being poured itself into this one long and wondering kiss as it spilled from his every cell. Every ounce of wanting, of emotions deep within him surfaced, eclipsing what you’d only glimpsed before. He put his everything into this kiss, and still it was gentle and careful. Though less so than you were used to, not that you minded one bit. You had no idea how he could do it, but he did.

All the while, he kept his hands firmly on your waist, as if it was an anchor holding him down in place. You were positive that if he moved them even a fraction it would break the last thread of self control and sanity within him. And you were positive that is exactly why his huge hands remained there until he kissed you so long time and space had no meaning. He kissed you until he’d squeezed every bit of what he could finally allow to break through his careful control out to you. And he didn’t relinquish his gentle but firm grip on your waist until he gently freed his lips from yours, their softness sticking to yours as they parted.

Hands now on the bed beside your hips, he rested his forehead against yours, both your chest and his heaving. His eyes were closed, lovely lashes fanned over beautifully bronzed cheekbones. He was so thoroughly beautiful, you found yourself once again marveling at his unreal beauty.

Softly, careful to not break down any more of his careful self control, you brushed your fingertips over his cheek, his smooth, soft skin beneath your touch warm and inviting. He leaned into your palm instinctively, and you cupped his cheek, easily obliging him. Warm chocolate met your gaze as his eyes slid slowly open and your heart skipped a beat, jumping in your chest the next millisecond. The way he was looking at you. It was the same look you’d grown accustomed to him giving you, yet it was different just the same. Eyes alight, full of a love you were just now starting to realize the magnitude of which he’d been careful to hold back as well; a warm, breathtaking smile spread across his face.

“How was that?” He asked in a low, light as air voice. “Everything alright so far? I’m not going too far am I?” The giggle that bubbled up and trickled out over your grinning lips couldn’t be helped. He was so endearing. Curious but slightly worried, he stared down at you, until you smiled and caressed his cheek.

“You know that was just a kiss right?” You teased. A teasing glint of his own flitted into his chocolate coffee eyes.

“Just a kiss, huh? Just a kiss?” He teased back. “You mean a kiss like no other?” He nuzzled your nose with his own, but all teasing was gone as fast as it had come. “Seriously, though. Please tell me, Y/n. So far, everything is alright? Are you still positive you want this? More, I mean?” You fought the grin trying to stretch itself too hard across your face.

“Kim Taehyung, how many times do I have to say it until you get it through that beautiful head of yours? I want more.” You ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing an ear back along with the movement and it flopped back in place once your hand was past it. “I’ve been saying this a lot. Isn’t that all you need?” Cupping that same ear, you gentle rubbed at, hoping it would reassure him. His ears flipped this way and that for a moment.

“I...I only want to be sure.” He vehemently murmured, a touch of that concern resurfacing.

“I’m so incredibly sorry, Tae. This is all my fault, isn’t it?” You wondered out loud, morose. “You’re still holding back and scared that you’ll upset me because of all the times I pushed you away. Aren’t you?” He shook his head, but you didn’t miss the brief pain he tried to conceal and stamp out of his eyes.

“I just need you to be sure. You rejected me so many times, yes, but it’s more than because of that. I don’t want you to regret it. I feel a bit guilty, like I somehow convinced you that you wanted me. That once whatever we do here stops and you wake up in the morning; you’ll instantly wish you could take it all back and have never done any of it. I’m so worried you’ll be repulsed by yourself, and even more so with me.” The pain couldn’t easily be hidden now, no matter how he tried to hide it. He looked away from you and swallowed with effort, fighting the unpleasant emotions trying to take him over. This time, you cupped both cheeks and waited until he looked back into your eyes.

“Tae, you haven’t convinced me of anything. I’ve been fighting with myself the whole time. If I wasn’t sure, if I thought I would wish to go back and not have gone through with any of this, then we wouldn’t be here right now, on my bed. Please believe and trust that this is truly what I want to happen. I accept you and want you.” The last remnants of his doubt faded away like mist as you spoke, clearing his eyes of anything but his love and desire.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then pulled away, getting to his feet. He smiled at your questioning, hurt expression as you sat upright, and leaned over you to smooth your hair.

“Can you turn your body so your head rests on your pillows? I think you’ll enjoy this more if you situate yourself more comfortably. I want you fully relaxed and comfortable for this.” There was something different in his voice, even in his demeanor, his eyes. He was taking charge, though still gentle and warm; it was something he’d never done before. Not like this.

With excitement building, you shifted your body until you were laying down with your head propped on your pillows and bit into your lip in anticipation. When he was satisfied that you were comfortable enough; he knelt onto the bed. Briefly, he leaned in over you, but then must have thought better of it than what he’d started to do. Perhaps he’d wanted to kiss you again, but thought he might lose control.

“Are you ready?” He studied your face as you glanced up at him, nodding with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He nodded to himself, then shifted so that he was beside you, one knee knelt between your legs. “Is this alright?” He asked. Again, you nodded.

Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, Taehyung slid a large hand up the outside of your leg with a feathery touch. His steadfast gaze gauged you every minute reaction as he watched your body language and expressions for any signs of distress, or encouragement.

There was a long pause as his hand stilled inches from your pussy. He searched for anything that might tell him to stop, and when there was no hint of your mind changing, he eased his hand ever closer, only to pause again...just shy of touching you.

You wanted to whine, to ask him to keep going, to ask him why he stopped. But you knew why he’d stopped. He wanted you to have time to stop him if you suddenly changed your mind.

His eyes were glued now to his hand, for a long minute they gazed at how close it was to your clothed core. They were bright and wide, and it was obvious he couldn’t believe this was finally happening, he was about to touch you in the most intimate of ways.

It was at this moment you noticed the slight shaking of his hand on your body. This was a stepping point, a fork in the road. To the left, if he stopped here, everything could remain as it had been between you. To the right, things would permanently change. He was all to aware of this.

This hesitation in motion was longer this time, so much so that you started to wonder if he was going to stop here after all. But then, after a steadying breath filled his lungs; his fingertips brushed upwards against your clothed core. Your chest started to heave again as pleasure and pain surged through you. You were so turned on and you wanted him so badly, it was making your poor pussy ache for more of his touch.

Carefully, he moved his fingers even higher, applying just a fraction more pressure. It was just a tease to you, you needed more and you needed it now. You both were so close to this, and much more, then even when you were on the couch. It was palpable in the air around the two of you. Now that his head had cleared from the sudden onslaught of your acceptance and need, he was taking his time, slow and steady. And though you understood and were grateful for this, you also wanted him to hurry at least a little faster.

As if he could read that you wanted more already, he teasingly slipped his fingers between your folds through your clothes, though just barely. All this did was make you crave more. You agreed with him that you should take this slow, especially since this is what he seemed to want, and it was the first time. However, part of you- the part that registered how good he was already making you feel - was screaming to go faster. You dug your teeth into your lip in order to not whimper for him to please keep going. You were glad you managed to suppress it when he smiled down at you with a big boxy grin of pure joy and exhilaration, before looking back at his fingers as they slid up and down between your clothed folds. It wasn’t clear to you who was going to enjoy this more, you or him. But you did know that both of you would.

He pulled his hand away to re-situate how he was knelt so that he balanced better and placed his hand back over you, cupping your mound tightly, though gentle all the same. The sensation brought a mew to your mouth, and that bright smile of his broke across his face the most brilliant sunrise. He gave you a little squeeze to try to get more sounds out of you, and when you squirmed, a whimper building in your chest, he chuckled softly.

His index and middle fingers pressed lightly against your clit, pulling a gasp from your parting lips, and a smirk made a brief appearance before it was replaced with a composed grin of satisfaction. All the times he made it clear he wanted you, would like very much to be physically intimate with you, and here he was, seemingly unaffected in the moment as he remained completely composed and in control.

A groan of frustration built in your throat, but it quickly turned into another gasp before merging into a soft moan as he slowly circled your clit, pressing more with each deft swirl of his fingers. Eyes fluttering closed, you let yourself let go and enjoy this to the fullest extent. Soon you heard Taehyung’s amused laughter delightedly bubbling out of him. Peeking one of your eyes open, his eyes were scrunched with happiness as he laughed, his pretty ears wabbling in time with his broad shoulders. But soon his eyes opened to peer down at you, and the smile you loved so much dropped fully off of his face, a deadly smirk replacing it in a split second. The look now embedded in his darkening eyes made air rush out of your lungs within seconds. His pupils widened before he contained himself yet again. But in that brief moment, the wildness within him surfaced and you barely held a whimper from escaping you.

Bracing himself with his other hand, he leaned marginally closer, fingers continuing their circular stimulation of your pleasure bud.

“Y/n, you’re already so wet.” He commented in a thick voice. Blinking in confusion, your brows knit as you peered up into his warm eyes. He bit his lip, trying and failing to keep his smile at bay. “I can smell you. I can also feel how your panties are soaking up your arousal.” You would have blushed right on the spot, but he took a deep breath in through his nose and groaned so loudly, so deliciously erotic, that you suddenly didn’t care how wet you were already becoming, or that he could tell. It was immediately the hottest thing he’s ever said or done, and a moan slipped past your lips before you realized what was happening.

The sound he’d pulled from you made him bite deeper into his bottom lip, tugging on it as his lidded eyes swept your form beneath him before he released the swollen thing. He swept his tongue briefly over them, and his lips were glistening wet and more red from the action. It made you want to kiss him again immediately.

Sitting up, you did just that, catching his surprised lips with yours in a sudden but intense kiss. He let you kiss him, but it came at a price. He’d stopped his fingers, and worse, he pulled his hand completely off of you. Ending the kiss as suddenly as you’d started it, you settled back in place, brows knitting as you noticed how his features were tugged into a worried expression. You knew that look too well by now.

Gripping his hand, you placed it back on you, only barely managing to keep the blush from surfacing from deep beneath your cheeks.

“No, Tae, don’t stop. Please.” Relief flooded his face, and instantly he was back to teasing you, wiggling his fingers into your clit, chuckling when you moaned again.

“Babe, if you keep this up, I won’t be able to hold back for much longer. “ He pouted cutely even as he started circling your clit with deep, slow movements. “I’m already struggling so much.” You wanted to let a pout of your own pucker your lips, but you didn’t. He didn’t seem like it was that tough on him to hold back. He was as composed as he had been, casual and slowly working you to a frenzy at his fingertips. The only hint that indicated in any way that he was in fact affected was the shallowness of his breathing and his too excited eyes that fluctuated in their dilation continuously as he inwardly warred with himself.

The chocolate warmth of his eyes lost by the seconds as the warring of his nature continued to win, the ink pupils swallowing the warm color in increments. It made your need for his fingers, for him, to double as you watched this progress.

When his fingers slid higher, you were too absorbed to notice until the lack of stimulation caught your attention. His digits continued to slip higher and higher, but you failed to realize what he was doing until his fingertips brushed up under your shirt and curled down and over the top of your sweatpants. Again he paused, looking to your eyes for any sign for him to know if this was wanted.

“Please.” you mewed, before your lips starting to pucker into a slight pout.

That was all he needed.

He deftly slipped his fingers bellow the stretchy fabric and tugged it down, bringing his other hand up to help him pull your pants off of you. He left your panties on, but the cool air that hit you once freed of your pants made you shiver. Your poor panties were soaked. When Taehyung’s eyes hungrily glanced down at your panties, his jaw dropped instantly upon seeing the sight before him. The thin fabric clung to you from the way his actions and your juices had soaked them.

Both large, soft, warm hands slipped onto your thighs and slid upwards while he took deep, uneven breaths; his wide and wild with thirst eyes staring down greedily at your core. His shaking hand slid higher, fingers quaking this time as he started to repeat exactly what he’d been doing earlier. This was sheer torture to you, you were so desperate for his actual touch, and not have these stupid clothes between you and his fingers. He continued until a pathetic whine escaped you, his eyes darting to yours in a split second. Instantly he understood what you wanted.

“May I touch you under your underwear?” He asked anyway, to be sure.

“Yes, please.” was your breathless reply.

His fingers shook again as they made their way to the band of your panties. Slowly, they slipped underneath, his huge hand following. Quaking fingers came in direct contact with your heated, slick flesh, his hand settling over you to cup you again and simultaneously you both let out moans of relief and desperation. His touch felt so good, it was so soft and gentle.

The pads of his fingers found your clit with ease, circling it immediately in the same manner he had earlier. Your legs spread wider of their own accord as a high-pitched whimper pulled from your parting mouth. You couldn’t even bother to feel embarrassed at any of this, he was making you feel so good.

A deft digit slipped down to swirl around your entrance and a needy moan fell from your lips.

“You want me to finger you?” He asked, hopeful.

“Yes, please, yes!” You cried out, gripping the blanket beneath you as if your life depended on it. You needed his pretty fingers in you so bad you could cry.

Slowly he dipped one finger into your entrance, tantalizing, but not enough. As he pumped his finger in and out of you at a steady, careful pace; you couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to do everything like this the first times.

Before you had to ask for another finger, he slid a second of his digits to join the other, coaxing it in smoothly as he continued to pump them in you. The same pace was maintained, until your hips lifted to meet his efforts and he knew you wanted more.

The pace built faster and faster, moans starting to fall freely from you at increasing intervals. He curled his fingers upward, brushing that special spot that had your back arching, a moan breaking off into a keen of his name. He groaned in response, burying his face in your neck.

“Babe, you like this?” He asked, pointedly doing a ‘come hither’ motion against your g spot; and when you cried his name out again, he chuckled, nipping at your neck.

“Tae, please, I-I’m getting close!” He groaned again, picking the pace back up immediately. As his fingers pounded into you, the wet squelching sounds got louder, your panties doing little to muffle them.

“So wet, ah...Y/n, I really this.” he moaned, sliding his thumb up to work your clit as well. A high keen escaped you and he smirked into your neck.

“That’s right, babe, cum nice and good all over my fingers.” He encouraged. You were almost there, the coil ready to spring at any second. Just a little longer...”Y/n, I want you to feel so good, I want to make feel unbelievably good, however and whenever you want me to; I’ll do anything to please you. Anything.“ He nipped at your neck again, just as the coil snapped; your body quaking from the force of your orgasm as it hit you harder than you could recall having before.

Groaning into your neck, he peppered it with kisses, his fingers persistently pumping in and out of you. He slowed them down as you came down from your high, but he didn’t pull his hand away, not even once you were fully done. Instead, he rested his huge hand on top of your mound.

“How was that?” He asked in a soft voice. The nervousness he tried to hide was still evident to you, however.

“That was amazing, Tae.” you sighed, beaming, curling a hand around the back of his neck to caresses at it. His smile spread across your skin as his arms captured you in a makeshift hug.

“I’m so happy.” He sounded so pleased, like he was the one that came and not you.

When you turned your face towards his, he pulled back to look into your eyes. You wanted him to kiss you again, and if he didn’t, you would kiss him yourself. Shifting closer, your thigh brushed up against him. Against something hard. It was proof he’d indeed been affected this whole time. You adjusted your thigh and the bulge in his pants grazed temptingly along it.

“Y/n, please...don’t tease like that.” he whined, groaning deep in his chest a moment later.

“Why? Would you prefer me to do something else to tease you?” You smirked at him and a gasp rushed through his lips, his chocolate eyes going wide.

“Y/n...are you being serious? You want to...” He trailed off, beautiful eyes unfocusing as a moan slipped out of him. They slid shut, his handsome face straining in concentration. “Please don’t say things like that unless you really want to act on what you say.”

You purposefully brushed your hand on his hip and he jolted at the touch, eyes snapping open. Immediately his gaze met yours, heated, pleading.

“And what makes you think that isn’t what I intended?” With a brow inclined, you held his gaze steadily.

Lips parting in wonder and disbelief, he stared at you for a long moment. As he gazed at you, like a snap of a finger, his eyes dilated instantly with barely a rim of warm brown remaining.

Suddenly he was off the bed, staring down at you in utter shock and horror.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” Your whole body responded to him, a danger in the air implied by his actions. Brows creasing as you sat up, you reached for him and he shook his head, swallowing hard. He took a step back and firmly planted his feet on the floor.

“We can’t. I-I c-can’t yet. Y/n, i-if you touch me...I’ll l-lose control. We aren’t there yet.” Setting your hand down on the bed, you weren’t sure you understood what he meant. But it must be important to him that you both follow this slower course he’d set.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he took your hand in his.

“I want you so badly, you have no idea, But I need you to be as ready as possible. When we...” He took a quick breath, the air shaking into his lungs. “When the time comes for you to touch me, I won’t be able to hold back. I think I could hold still enough for you. But I’m not sure how intense all of this will become.” He swallowed thickly, eyes darting away from yours for a millisecond before returning. “I was barely in control as I fingered you. I wanted to press up against you and grind into you so bad, but I managed to keep myself from doing so. But only barely.” He sighed, looking at his massive hand engulfing yours.

“When you finally touch me, I know it’s possible that I won’t be able to control myself any longer. That I’ll do and say anything to get you to let me have sex with you. And Y/n...?” His gaze was back on yours, intense and heated in a different way then not so long ago. “It’s really important that you don’t give in that first time, alright?” You nodded, though you couldn’t fathom what he meant.

It was puzzling to you. Why did he think it necessary to say all this, for him to hold back this much. Cupping his cheek with your free hand, you rubbed your thumb over it.

“If that’s what you want and need, then I’ll try to be patient. You’ve been so patient with me, so I know I can do the same.” He smiled, visibly relaxing as he rested his cheek in your hand.

“Thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Again confusion swept through you. A playful smirk made it’s way onto his face. “I know you want more; I can sense it. The way your hand rested on my hip with that look in your eyes. You wanted so badly to touch me, too.” A blush swept over your skin and he smoothed his hand over the side of a heated cheek.

“We’ll get there soon enough, my love.” With your heart swelling with too many emotions to count, you fell forward into his arms, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

The two of you sat there, holding each other for a long while, enjoying the closeness this new experience brought.

Now that you accepted him in this way, all the weight you’d felt building on your shoulders the past weeks seemed to evaporate into nothing, making you feel buoyant. This was a new beginning for the two of you.

After a while, you started to doze, your chin on his shoulder bearing down as your body slumped in his arms. A soft chuckle rumbled against your chest and filled your ears with beautiful music.

“Babe? Are you falling asleep?” Though his tone was light and teasing, it still held a softness, love and warmth. Nodding as well as you could in your half asleep state, you clung more onto him, nestling into his broad shoulder.

He started to pull free of you and you gripped onto the sides of his shirt, trying to keep him in place as you whined. He chuckled again, ruffling your hair gently. When he tried to detach himself from you again, this time you gripped more tightly, a vise grip on the fabric of his shirt, and yanked him with as much force as you could manage in your sleepy state. He stayed in place, completely still this time.

“Y/n, you need to sleep. You need to let me go to the living room.” Brows knitting, you wrapped your arms securely around him again, trying to effectively keep him there with you.

“Why do you need to go back to the living room?” You asked, sleepiness thick in your voice. It was completely quiet for a long minute.

“But don’t I? Isn’t that where I sleep?” Your eyes snapped open, wide awake now. “I know I was allowed in here for this time with you. But I don’t expect anything else to change with us.” He caressed soothingly at your back. “I thought you would just bring me in or invite me in here when you wanted...” He trailed off as you leaned back and he took in your expression. “Isn’t that what you wanted? What you planned?” He whispered, hesitation returning with an added anxiety as he tried to figure out your intentions as well as your reaction to his assumptions.

“Who said that’s what I wanted?” You asked, slightly upset that he would assume such a thing. He blinked as he looked away, eyes landing on your nightstand, keeping them trained on it.

“Well, you said to never come in here, and yet, here I am. But only because you brought me here. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have. So I understand having to go back out and staying on the couch.” He either wasn’t getting what you were trying to say, or he thought he was reading into it wrong. Why else would he continue to talk about needing and understanding about sleeping on the couch? Pulling back further, you cupped both his cheeks in your palms

“Taehyung. I want you here. I want you with me.” Widening eyes lifted to yours, surprise taking over his handsome features, wonder mixing with hope as he searched your gaze.

“What?” He asked in a whisper. Apparently you would have to be explicitly clear with what you wanted and what you were now allowing, at least for a while more.

“I’m saying I want you to stay in my room with me.” You smiled warmly at him, gently rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I want you to sleep next to me. I’m saying you’re allowed in here from now on.” Disbelief flooded his eyes as he fidgeted under your touch. An odd expression flashed across his face before it smoothed to a smile.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I should stay here with you until you fall asleep, and then go back to the couch. Is that alright?” Was he serious? All this time, you’d thought he would jump at the chance to sleep in your bed, especially with you in it.

“How about this...you stay while I fall asleep, and you can decide which choice you feel more comfortable with and I’ll accept whatever your choice is until you tell me differently. Hmm?” He played with his hands as he thought it over, eyes cast downward.

“Alright. I’ll do that.” He smiled an easygoing smile, rubbing at your side with one large hand. You returned his smile and stretched to press a soft kiss to his pillowy lips.

“Alright.” You repeated, and his smile spread wider.

Scooting back, you scooched until you were back to almost the same spot you’d been in as he fingered you. He pulled the covers back for you as you lifted yourself off of them, and you settled back down once they were out from under you.

Once you were comfortable, you patted at the spot beside you, trying to contain the excitement building in your whole being. Taehyung carefully crawled up to join you, laying gingerly next to you. It was hard to understand why he was behaving like this when he’d been the one wanting to cuddle you all night not too long ago.

Shifting, you curled against his side and his chest heaved a couple times. After a long pause, he coiled a strong arm around your side and ran his fingers lazily on your back and waist.

He was so warm and cozy, his soothing breaths easily lulling you to a deep sleep before you knew it. The last thoughts before you drifted were of how things had changed and how happy this new change made you. And you hoped with all your might that he would decide to stay with you the whole night. It’s where you both belonged. In each others arms.

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