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Pairing: Massage therapy student Taehyung x female best friend reader.
Genre: college!au, smut and fluff.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Raunchy language, explicit content, will edit in the future.
Request: Can you write a massage therapist! Taehyung smut scenario.
A/N: thanks for the creative request. He’s a student in the scenario because it just went better with what I had in mind. Enjoy!!
“You wanna give me a sex massage?” Your voice rings loudly in your tiny dorm room and Taehyung cringes for a minute.
“No, a sensual massage; the actual name is yoni massage- and can you keep quiet? This is embarrassing enough.” He sighs, unknowingly offending you although you’d never admit it.
“Can’t you just fake it and pretend you did it?” You ask.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you know I’m no liar; and I would be cheating myself out of my tuition if I just ignored my assignments.”
He had a point, not that you’d understand. You took any chance you had to skip out on assignments and never felt guilty about it.
“Please.” You hear him beg, distracting you from your thoughts,
“It’ll feel really good if you let it.”
At that comment you raise your eyebrows at him, ignoring the way his words made you shiver.
“You said that the first time you gave me a shoulder massage at the beginning of the semester and my shoulder hurt for three days afterwards.” Taehyung scowls at you before replying,
“That was different. I was a newbie and that massage was for pulled muscles. The sole purpose of this massage is for you to feel good.”
“Okay, but I feel like you gave me this speech during a neck massage and-“
“Y/n. Will you help me or not?” He deadpans, hands on his hips with annoyance written on his face.
“Just don’t make it weird.” You sigh, giving your weak verbal permission as he cheers and begins taking out his supplies.
He was right, this was different than any of his other massages he’d given you. You watch as he places candles around the room,
“Candles?” You wonder aloud suspiciously.
“Yoni massages require a relaxing setting.” He looks back at you and smiles innocently before continuing, “take off your clothes.”
Your eyes bulge at that and you bark, “What?!”
“Take your clothes off. You’ll only need your bra and underwear.” The casual tone in his voice makes you calm but you can’t get past the insecurities that began to fizzle it’s way to your mind. When he doesn’t hear you changing, he turns around and walks to where you are standing.
“I’ve seen you in bathing suits and showered you that time you got too drunk and puked on yourself, you don’t have to be nervous.” He calmly speaks, making you chuckle and nod your head at his words.
“So what’s the point of this sensual yoni massage exactly?”
His face lights up, eager to tell you all the things that he’s learned while he finished lighting up a few candles.
“Yoni massages were created for women to be more in tune with their bodies, you know, figuring out what feels good to them and what doesn’t.”
“That sounds like something a person would do with their significant other.” You admit.
“Yeah, that’s usually the case; but I guess best friend is the next best thing, huh?” He smiles and turns around to face you, eyes lighting up when he looks at you up and down. Dressed in a simple black bra and purple underwear.
“Ready?”
“Y-yeah I- sure.”
Taehyung walks towards you and lies you back on your bed, placing a pillow behind you before asking if you were comfortable.
He crawls toward the edge of the bed and slowly spreads your legs, watching your face for any sign of rejection.
“So, um- this position is supposed to um.. It’s basically supposed to increase stimulation.” His once confident demeanor is now awkward, and it somehow makes you feel better.
“Okay.”
After a few moments of silences his finger tips connects to your stomach, dancing across the skin there before he grips your hips for a few seconds, making your breath hitch. His hands skillfully reach your clothed breasts, and he squeezes at them roughly,
“O-ohh.” You moan out loud, “Sorry, I-“
“No it’s fine; I want you to enjoy it.. I mean, you’re supposed to enjoy it.” He corrects himself, cheeks glowing a light shade of pink.
“Can you take your clothes off too?” You randomly ask. He looks at you with wide eyes and you quickly defend yourself, “Well, it’s just- I’m half naked and you still have all your clothes on so..” you trail off. He doesn’t say a word but he nods his head in understanding, climbing off of the bed to undress himself until he’s left in boxers.
“Better?” He asks.
“Better.”
He climbs back on the bed and crawls between your legs, sitting so that his legs are on either side of you, leaving yours to rest over his. You jump a bit when you feel his groin pressing against yours, calming instantly when his hands softly rub against your thighs.
You let a moan and roll your hips against him, listening to his own breathing pick up. The awkwardness that once lingered was long gone.
“May I?” Taehyung politely asks, motioning to your bra, and you reach behind you to unsnap it; leaving him to slide the straps off of your arms, throwing the bra across your room.
His hands reach for your breasts once again, massaging them then pinching each nipple.
“The yoni massage is all about the touch.” He explains, his voice low and different than usual. You arch your back when you feels his fingers massaging the most inner part of your thighs.
“Oh, fuck. Do that again. Please.”
His fingers once again find themselves skimming the outside of your underwear, tickling your thighs and ignorant to the wet patch that was now forming on your panties.
“Is it okay if I take off your underwear?” He questions with a soft whisper. With arousal clouding your judgment you nod your head yes.
“The yoni massage has several different techniques when it comes to arousing the pus- vagina.” He corrects himself, and your roll your eyes.
“Can you show me how you usually touch yourself?” His voice speaks up again, and you furrow your eyebrows at that.
“What?”
“I want to see how you pleasure yourself, and then I wanna use other techniques.”
Without another complaint or question you bring your hand down to your womanhood, allowing your fingers to poke between your second lips and connect with your clit. You suck in a breath and play with yourself, eyes hung low but you still manage to look at Taehyung, whose eyes are trained solely on your bottom half, chewing away at his lip.
You feel his hand gently tap on yours, and you can only assume he’s telling you to stop, and you do.
“Let me know how this feels.” His palm engulfs your pussy entirely, allowing his fingers to circle your entrance while he pushes the heel of his palm against your clit. The wet sound from his fingers playing against your heat turns you on even more.
“Fuck!” You gasp. Somehow it feels better than sex and his fingers haven’t penetrated you. He leans over you so that his face is hovering yours, his eyes boring into yours like he’s searching for something; both of you wordlessly daring eachother to kiss the other, but none of you were willing to take that next step.
Your legs violently shake when he softly tugs on your clit, bringing his other had to latch onto your breast. His lips skim over your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I’m gonna cum, is that okay?” You pant, hands moving to cling onto his shoulders.
“I would be offended if you didn’t, but not yet, y/n. There is one more thing I wanna try.” He removes his body from yours completely, leaving you empty and irritated.
“Not cool.”
He ignores your frustrated sigh and his hands toys with the band of his own boxers,
“Do you mind if I take it off?” He mumbles.
You shake your head no, eager for him to continue. You’d be lying if you said you never pondered what he’d look like naked. When his boxers are off he wraps his hand firmly around the base of his cock, pumping it and allowing you to watch as it grows fully erected.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Is that somehow apart of the yoni massage?”
“Oh no, I just thought we could- um. Nevermind I-“ his cheeks are once again tinted with embarrassment and you begin to laugh.
“I’m kidding!” Leaning up to meet him halfway and connect your lips with his. You pull him back down with you, refusing to part from him for another second.
“Last. Part. Of the. Yoni. Massage.” He speaks between kisses. A deep breath escapes you when you feel his manhood slide over your second lips. Your arousal acting as lubricant, allowing him to slide himself against you with little friction.
“Ah, fuck.” Taehyung gasps, pressing himself against your clit time after time again. He brings the tip of his dick to your entrance, slowly circling it but never sliding all the way in.
“Tae.” You call out, pushing yourself against him so that his tip pushes into you, he pulls back and smirks down at you.
“There’s no penetration in a yoni massage, y/n.”
“Taee,” You whine again, “the yoni massage was great. But now I want you to fuck me.”
You watch as his eyes widen, and he sucks in a breath; staring at you for a moment too long- and then there’s a look in his eye.
“As you wish.” His hips slams into you, his cock now buried inside of you; protection far from either of your minds.
You wrap your legs around his waist and he leans down to kiss you. There’s no hesitation in his movements like when you first started. His kisses are soft and rough all at once, his hands still manage to squeeze at your body in all the right ways. His teeth nibble along your jaw and his thrusts become sporadic.
“Are you close?” He chokes out, seemingly unable to hold his own orgasm back any longer,
“Yes!” Your voice squeaks as you reach your climax. Unable to wait any longer he pulls out and cums on your stomach, pumping himself dry.
He quickly runs to the bathroom and grabs a damp cloth, returning to wipe the mess off of your belly.
The two of you are quiet as you begin putting your clothes back on, but the silence wasn’t awkward. Although this was uncharted territory for you two, it seemed natural somehow.
“Thanks for letting me practice the massage, and thanks for-“ he cuts himself off, blushing for a third time.
“You’re leaving?” You ask sadly, eyes curiously grilling his bag that he was placing on his back.
“Well I figured I should go before your roommate gets back, she gets out of work at 10pm, right?”
“She’s staying at her mom’s tonight.” You lean upon from your lying position on the bed and place your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers before continuing,
“You can stay here? We can order food and watch Jersey Shore reruns if you want.”
Taehyung’s eyes light up,
“You want me to stay?” He asks, as if it were the most ridiculous idea.
“Would you prefer to leave?”
“Of course not.”
“Well then grab the remote and come sit.” You demand lightheartedly. He grins and does as he’s told, opting to sit close to you and wrap an arm around your shoulder; pressing a kiss against your cheek softly.
“Should we talk about-“ the both of you speak up at the same time, leaving the show to play on low volume in the background.
“You go first.” You tell Taehyung, curious to see where his head was.
“I don’t.. you know.. Regret tonight. Unless you regret it. If you regret it then I regret it too. I hope you don’t feel like you have to say you enjoyed it. You don’t even have to explain yourself honestly.”
“Taehyung.” You cut in, trying to put his intrusive thoughts to rest, “I enjoyed my night with you.”
“Oh thank God.” He exhales, placing a hand over his chest while you laugh at his antics. He looks at you with a smile, visibly relaxing. His once tense demeanor now replaced with his usual goofy one,
“In that case, I would like the pleasure of giving you more yoni massages in the future.”
A/N: hope you enoyed! For those who have been asking, part two for Choose Me is next! This request has just been waiting so long; and I wanted to write it while I was in the mood! Masterlist is here! 💕 Also, can we talk about Dynamite?!
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Tbh wouldn't it have been funny if they would've performed MIC Drop at the grammys showing how they don't need this award to be the best prize instead of singing a full English song for them Americans who feel left out if they don't understand the lyrics???
