#safewithyou

Don't rush

Teaching you, teaching me how to trust, don't have to be undercover

It's just us

It's more beautiful when we open up and get to know each other.

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The city lights painted soft gold across the sheets. You sat on the edge of the bed in one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts, fingers twisted in the hem, heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it.

He knelt in front of you instead of sitting beside you. Close enough to touch, far enough that you still had space.

“Can I hold your hand?” he asked quietly.

You hesitated, then nodded. His fingers slid between yours, warm and steady.

“You don’t have to say yes to anything tonight,” he said. “We can stop at any moment. Even if we already started. Even if I’m already inside you. One word, and I stop. No questions.”

Your throat felt tight. “I’m scared.”

“I know.” His thumb stroked the back of your hand. “Hey… you’re somewhere else right now. Look at me.”

You lifted your eyes. His were soft, dark, completely present.

“You’re safe. It’s just us. Take your time. There’s no rush.”

He waited until your breathing slowed a little.

“You decide what happens next,” he said. “Tonight doesn’t have to be about anything except being close to you. If all we do is hold each other, that’s enough for me.”

You swallowed. “I want to try. I just… I’m not used to being looked at like this. My body feels… too much. And sometimes I still feel like I’m back there.”

Taehyung didn’t flinch. He only squeezed your hand gently.

“I don’t see someone broken. I see someone who survived. You never have to earn my patience. And you never have to be brave for me. You only have to be honest.”

Something in your chest loosened.

You leaned forward and kissed him first shy, tentative. He answered with the same slow reverence he always gave you, never pushing deeper until you parted your lips yourself. When his hands finally settled on your waist, they stayed light, waiting for permission.

Clothes came off carefully. Every time you tensed, he paused. When the shirt slipped from your shoulders and your soft stomach and full breasts were bare under the low light, you almost curled inward.

Taehyung exhaled like he’d been punched in the best way.

“God, look at you,” he whispered. He didn’t reach yet. “Can I touch you?”

You nodded.

His hands mapped every curve with deliberate care cupping the heavy weight of your breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples until they tightened, then sliding down to hold the soft give of your waist and hips. He kissed the stretch marks on your belly like they were precious. Kissed the underside of each breast. Kissed the full outer curve of your thighs.

“These hips,” he murmured against your skin. “I’ve dreamed about holding them. About how soft you’d feel under my hands. You’re perfect. Every inch.”

When he asked if he could go lower, you whispered yes. He settled between your legs, broad shoulders spreading your thighs gently. The first slow drag of his tongue made your breath hitch. He licked you like he had all night flat, thorough strokes, then focused attention on your clit, two fingers sliding in only when you were wet and open for him. He kept one of your hands in his the entire time, grounding you.

“Still okay?” he checked when your hips started to move.

“Yes… don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He worked you with patient hunger until you came with a quiet, broken sound, thighs shaking around his head. He stayed there through the aftershocks, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, then climbed back up and held you until the trembling stopped.

When you asked for more voice small but clear he nodded.

“Still okay?” he asked again as he rolled on a condom. “Want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

He settled over you, carefully, keeping most of his weight on his forearms. One of his hands found both of yours and laced their fingers together above your head. The other guided himself to your entrance.

The moment the thick head pressed inside, old fear flickered. You froze without meaning to, body locking for a second.

Taehyung stopped immediately. He didn’t push forward. He created space lifting just enough that you didn’t feel trapped while still holding your hands.

“I’m not upset,” he said softly. “Thank you for telling me with your body. Would you like me to stay beside you, or give you some space?”

“Stay,” you whispered. “Just… stay.”

He stayed. Forehead pressed to yours. Breathing with you. Waiting until the tension melted and you nodded again.

Only then did he push deeper slow, careful inches, never once letting go of your hands. When he was fully inside, he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to the stretch and the fullness.

“You’re doing nothing wrong,” he murmured. “You’re so good for me. So soft. So warm around me.”

He began to move in deep, rolling thrusts never fast, never rough. Every stroke was deliberate. His free hand stroked your side, your breast, the soft curve of your belly, as if he couldn’t stop worshipping what he was claiming. Your joined hands stayed locked above your head the entire time, his grip firm but gentle, anchoring you to the present.

“Look at me,” he said when your eyes started to distant. “It’s just us. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

You kept your eyes on his. The fear didn’t disappear completely, but it no longer owned the moment. What remained was the slow, overwhelming intimacy of being taken carefully by someone who refused to take anything you didn’t give.

When you came again, it was quieter, deeper more release than fireworks. Taehyung followed soon after, burying his face in your neck with a low, broken sound of your name, hips stuttering as he filled the condom, still holding your hands the whole time.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed inside you, breathing hard, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

After a while he eased out carefully, cleaned you both with a warm cloth, then scooped you into his arms.

“Come on, jagi. Let’s get clean.”

In the bathroom he turned the shower on warm, steam already fogging the glass. He stepped in first and held out his hand. You followed, shy even now, but he only pulled you gently under the spray and into his chest.

The water cascaded over both of you. Taehyung reached for the soft body wash and poured a generous amount into his palms, working it into thick, slippery bubbles. He started at your shoulders, massaging the soap in slow circles, then down your arms, across your collarbones, and over the full curve of your breasts with the lightest touch. More bubbles bloomed across your soft stomach. He crouched to wash your thighs and calves, looking up at you the whole time with that soft, adoring smile.

“You’re so precious to me,” he murmured, standing again and gathering you close so your wet, soapy bodies pressed together. “My whole world. I’m going to keep you safe, okay? Always. You never have to carry any of that alone again.”

You buried your face in his neck, arms sliding around his waist. He held you tighter, rocking you gently under the warm water while bubbles slid down your skin.

When you finally looked up, he kissed you soft, lingering, tasting of nothing but tenderness. You kissed him back, smiling against his mouth. He smiled too, the little boxy one that always made your heart flip.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you answered, voice small but sure.

He rinsed the last of the bubbles from your hair and body with careful hands, then shut the water off and wrapped you in the biggest, softest towel he owned. He dried you first, then himself, and carried you back to bed still slightly damp and smelling of clean soap.

Under the blankets he pulled you against his chest, one leg hooked over yours, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. You were both quiet for a long moment, just breathing together, hearts slow and steady.

Then his fingers suddenly skittered along your ribs.

You yelped and tried to squirm away, but he only grinned and kept going, tickling the soft spots on your sides until helpless giggles spilled out of you. He laughed too low and warm until you were both breathless and tangled, faces pressed together, smiling so hard it hurt.

“Tae—stop—!” you managed between laughs.

He stopped at once, pulling you back into the safest hug, still chuckling against your hair.

“Okay, okay. No more.” He kissed the top of your head, then your forehead, then the tip of your nose. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you,” you whispered back, curling closer until there was no space left between you.

Outside, the city kept glowing. Inside, there was only the quiet sound of two people holding each other safe, warm, and exactly where they belonged.

End 🫶

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