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The Sheets [KTH]

⟶ The Sheets [Taehyung x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: FWB | Idol Au | Smut ⟶ Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, light choking, oral (f), biting, breast play, the condom is somewhere…, scratching, etc. ⟶ WC: 6.8k+ ⟶ Summary: On your night out with the gals you get hit up by the one and only, Kim Taehyung, who’s been eyeing all of your Instagram stories. It’s no shocker that he attempts to get you back to his place once you finally decide to leave the club because this isn’t your first rodeo with the determined and insanely hot, fuckboy. ⟶ Teaser: ““Move…” his palms grip your waist, “please, Y/n.”” ⟶ Beta: thank you so much to @kookdiaries and @jeonjcngkook for taking the time to beta! I really appreciate it so much! ⟶ Author’s Note: Yeah, I’m frustrated with Taehyung getting a damn Instagram. Someone please take it away from him. I said what I said. This is a lovely birthday gift (representing in #dailydaegu) in honor of the one, the only, Kim Taehyung!

Your phone rings an alert, glowing on your screen a notification from Instagram. The username taunts you, glares at you and strikes a nervous, yet exciting, fear into your body.

‘THV has sent you a message!’ Your phone reads, a deep sigh leaves your mouth.

“Impatient,” you say to yourself. It takes you a few seconds to muster up the courage to open the notification, what’s the worst that can happen?

You stare dumbfounded by the video message you see pop up within your message thread between you and the infamous fuckboy, Taehyung. His face pops up with him experimenting with another filter that applies a massive grainy texture over his video. Taehyung moves the camera around while flexing odd facial gestures. A semi-grown out beard and mustache, accompanied by the lack of clothing surrounding his neck and shoulders. Purposely exposing the top-half of his torso, protruding clavicles emphasizing shadows from the skin that sinks around them.

It’s hazardous.

You’ve grown accustomed to his random, out of the blue, photos and videos from time to time. Knowing very well he does it out of boredom or creativity, it’s just hard for you to pinpoint which is when.

He seems delighted with the filter, toying with the angles and zoom of his phone until he finally speaks after a content hum.

“Don’t leave me hanging!” He says with a pleased smile, even squinting his eyes at you before the video ends.

You’re already stepping out of your cab when you type up a response message, making sure to give the driver a warm ‘thank you’ before walking closer to the quiet and luxurious villa location. You’ve been here only a handful of times, a few friendly gatherings and a lot more nightly visits. Each time always feels like the first, always shocked at the size and having the general knowledge of several A-class celebrities being very close neighbors to this location. The idea of running into one of your faves always raises the goose pimples on your skin.

‘I’m here,’ you respond with punctuation and the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings erratically. The frigid chill of the cold air instantly makes you huddle your arms closer to your body, wrapping your coat tighter around your frame as your poor legs remain exposed to the nipping temperatures.

“It’s freezing out here. There’s even snow on the ground,” you add to the text.

You wait for his reply as you pace around in place, chuckling at yourself as you reminisce about the events earlier in the night which landed you here, in front of the entrance to Taehyung’s apartment building, in the freezing cold.

You were out enjoying a great gal’s night right before the year ends. Seeing as the majority of everyone is typically busy with holiday activities, tonight just so happens to be the only night that made most sense to meet up.

A few colorful cocktails and some rambunctious dancing later, you realize that several Instagram stories later you gain the attention of the fuckboy fling you once had – or still have? It’s an on and off scenario and you don’t think too deep into the situation. Generally, most people aren’t supposed to ‘think’ with a friend with benefits situation but we probably know one too many people who cannot keep that expectation. Knowing that he’s a famous celebrity and you’re just an average person working on her career goals, you most definitely do not think of this more than just a dick appointment.

A hot dick appointment.

Taehyung had commented on one of the last stories on your Instagram reel, one particularly showing off more of your body than the activities around you. And that, perhaps, was a terrible mistake by you.

From there, playful banter and suggestive sweet-talking persisted. His texts turning more dangerous by the fleeting minutes, his curiosity getting the better of him while shooting his shot in hopes to get something out of the conversation. And well…

A ping alerts your ears and brings you back to the present. You immediately open up the message, reading the words ‘buzzing you in.’ Shortly after, a low humming tone vibrates besides a keypad besides the entrance way into the property.

With fervor, you speed walk your way through the gates and into the comfort of the heated lobby. You mind no business to any strangers in your way, maneuvering yourself to the closest elevator and rushing inside.

Racing thoughts flood your mind as the elevator remains silent besides your heavy breathes. You feel your heart beginning to beat more prominent than usual, pounding inside your body the higher the floor number increases. Your half-intoxicated state fuels your ambitions, the wild drive that builds up inside your body is ready to take the wheel and steer you straight into Taehyung’s bed.

How thee Kim Taehyung manages to drag you away from hanging with your best set of girlfriends to walking up to his front door will forever be a mystery to you. It must be that unruly hold he somehow has over your thoughts and actions. How unfair he, as a whole human being, is to your sanity and health. The way the majority of all your encounters have only been filled with intensity, so thick that you can cut it with a knife.

Yet, you willingly always take up the opportunity whenever he calls.

You actually cannot come up with a solid excuse for him. You cannot pinpoint a reason even if he is under your testing microscope. It’s not like neither one of you have trouble getting laid. There’s a handful of contacts in your phone you can hit up, and no doubt Taehyung’s is triple that. Somehow the two of you just… click. It’s been working so far, and you don’t at all mind finding yourself tucked inside the sheets of his bed after a rambunctious night with him.

Before your fist can make contact with the hefty wooden door that leads straight into Taehyung’s home, the door swings open. Taehyung is already prepared to greet you with a cheeky smirk on his facial-haired face and with no shirt on. A small tail of smoke leaks out between his lips, and that’s when you notice the black juul one of his hands holds. The first glance of him takes you by storm, nearly knocking out all the air in your lungs as you take him in.

It pisses you off how effortlessly easy it is for him to just look that fine. To get under your skin that easily with just his appearance. And he knows that he gets away with it, that in the end he wins with his charms and unwarranted advantages.

Pretty privilege is what they call it.

What’s even worse is that, yes, even though Taehyung is your classic A-type fuckboy, he’s actually not even a bad guy. He’s sweet and honest, tells you straight up and doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to talking. His purpose isn’t to get others hurt but his agenda may end up harming the wrong ones. That’s why Taehyung keeps his distance, doesn’t want to commit to anything, acts like he doesn’t care, occasionally does stupid things, but relies on the women he manages to shag.

Like you.

His arms cross over his torso, a slight flex to the muscles around his shoulders and biceps causes your eyes to flicker over them. Taehyung leans against the door frame as he eyes you down, cocking his eyebrow. Grey sweatpants hang dangerously low on the bones of his hips, giving you a solid view of a slight indent of where – you know – his dick rests.

“I hate you,” are the first words out of your mouth as you laugh with a scoff.

You step forward, only to be blocked by Taehyung stepping in front of you.

“Be nice,” he speaks in a frisky tone.

“I don’t have to be here, you know,” you remind him. “I’ll leave,” you turn your feet on the spot. Ready to go right back into the elevator.

Taehyung's hands shoot forward, grabbing your elbows and preventing you from walking away. He laughs as you exhale a breath of annoyance, face coming close to yours as he presses your body softly against the wall.

“What’s gotten you so fiery for? Someone hungry? Because I've already made her food. Plus you look so cold. Won’t you let me help warm you up a bit? It’s the least I can do, Y/n.” Taehyung continues to maintain that mischievous timbre, a whole tease. He smiles when you smile and turn away from his gaze, eyeing the inside of his apartment through the crack of his door.

A cute decorated white Christmas tree stands tall in the back corner, glowing lights flicker around it with a small pet bed set up near the bottom. You can see his dog, Yeontan, unbothered and curled up inside of it. Smooth jazz playing in the background.

“I am cold,” you state matter-of factually, “and you act like you don’t get any pussy.”

Taehyung hums into your ear, a small audible giggle escaping his nose. “I don’t get yours enough,” he states calmly as he leans closer to the skin of your neck, nuzzling his face in the crack while sliding his arms around your frame. His newly found whiskers pricker at your neck the moment he places a small kiss to it, warm breath fans out of his nose.

He ushers you inside, chasing your mouth with his as he blindly guides you to the nearest piece of furniture as the door clicks closed behind the two of you. Your miniature strapped purse drops to the floor with a thud, Taehyung’s hands roaming under the flaps of your jacket to your shoulders and down your arms, allowing the heavy fabric to fall off your body.

“I remember this dress,” he mutters between kisses. It’s messy by your tongues swiveling together and teeth accidentally clinking against another. The back of your body comes in contact with a cool tile which happens to be the countertop to the island cutting his kitchen off from the living area. “You wore it the first time we met.”

“I don’t even remember that much,” you laugh as your hands touch his golden smooth skin.

You skim over his triceps, feeling the dips of his collar bones and running your fingers up his neck. You grip the sides of his head, controlling the way he tilts his head while you push your tongue back into his mouth.

Taehyung wastes no time with lifting the skirt of your dress higher up your legs, palms seeking the thicker meat of your thighs and searing heat onto your skin. His hands feel hot, gripping harshly at your legs as if he’s kneading dough. Only occasionally does he sneak himself closer to the apex of your thighs, using his knuckles to brush against your panties innocently.

“I never got to fuck you in it though,” he smiles a wolfish grin. His eyes glint with something naughty behind them, his dark brown iris’ covering his sexual desires far too well.

He twists your body around, using the table as leverage to bend you forward. Numerous items scatter or fall off the surface, your hands shoot up to grip the other end and anchor yourself still. His arms trap you in and with nowhere else to go, Taehyung uses his pelvis to press harshly into your backside.

Your laugh comes out in a form of excitement, feeling the cool surface kiss your cheek as you lay your head down. You purposely push back against him, challenging him with your spitefulness.

With a purr you speak back to him, “because I was fucking Mark back then. I wasn’t looking to fuck you at his party.”

Taehyung pushes himself firmer against you, more abruptly and sharply, to make a point. The movement makes your knees clank against the cupboards below. The power behind his sudden thrust turns you on further, the promising dick growing harder under his pants presses stiff against your backside.

“You should have picked me earlier then,” he emphasizes with another shove.

Each time he rails himself to your backside, even with clothes fully – well, now partly – on, it stirs your insides up. The act itself is so thrilling and hot, stimulating all of your carnal feelings. You can’t feel it yet, but you’re sure your cunt is dripping with your arousal inside your panties.

Taehyung raises your dress over the round of your butt cheeks, uncovering your lower half for his view. His finger trails the fabric of your thong, letting it snap back to your skin when he pulls away.

“Is that my ramyeon over there?” your head nudges toward the other counter, seeing a bowl set aside with two chopsticks on top of it.

A slap from Taehyung’s bare hand lands itself right onto your left ass cheek. It makes you jolt and inwardly shutter your breath.

“Yes,” he confirms. “You can have it afterwards.”

You click your tongue in disapproval, but the attitude you wanted to summon becomes completely annihilated when Taehyung spanks you again. This time is harder.

Seething between your teeth, the pain bubbles over into pleasure. You glance back at Taehyung as he stares back at you with daggers in his eyes. The aggressive side of him clearly coming out to play.

He looks too hot with a pissed off look on his face. And only for a moment did it truly strike any form of terror into your body. You know he’s only pent up and sexually frustrated just like you are.

“You can have it after I fuck you,” he raises his eyebrows. “That is, if you can get out of the bed after.”

“Is that a promise?” you quip back, mirroring the same gesture with your own eyebrows.

To your surprise, Taehyung’s fingers wrap around your neck as he helps draw you up from your bent position. He squeezes only lightly, possessively, while bringing your back closer to his chest.

You turn your head, angling yourself to see his face as you search for his mouth once again. Taehyung’s free hand roams your front, cupping each of your breasts and sliding it down the length of your stomach. His legs continue to pin you against the counter, stopping you from turning.

“I’ll fuck you so hard,” he whispers. “Fuck that little cunt for all the times you’ve played hard to get.”

A pathetic moan leaves your mouth, uncontrolled and completely shameful. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks; feel the way his fingers slightly choke you as if to tell you he means what he’s saying. It’s almost embarrassing at how fast your body quakes at the thought of his cock being minutes away from touching the deepest corners of your pussy.

“Please…” you breathe.

Taehyung tugs you back with him, his feet padding against the hardwood flooring as your heels follow. Neither of you can keep your hands off another, as if you need the support of each other's bodies to get from one room to another. It’s a fit of giggles, pushing and shoving with exhilaration while accidentally bumping into various objects on your way through the door to his bedroom.

It’s hard to navigate in the darkness when Taehyung sends you face first into the room, almost stumbling over the corner of a rug from not picking your feet up in time. You snip back at him, seeing his silhouette from the lighting coming from the doorframe.

“Don’t need to be so pushy,” you stand firm.

“Take the dress off,” his voice is low, daunting even. He stalks towards you, the darkness covering his front the more he comes closer, “and get on the bed.”

His fingers find their way to the back of your dress to the zipper, toying with the piece before pulling it down.

“Mmm, yes sir,” you speak with a condescending tone. You raise your arms up for Taehyung to assist in slipping off your dress, revealing your undergarments. “Anything else you’d like me to do?”

Taehyung shakes his head, an airy laugh coming from his lips. His large palms grip the sides of your waist, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of his bed. With a push, your body plops down into his sheets.

“I’m glad you’re so talkative tonight,” he smirks, grabbing the straps of your thong and yanking them down your legs. “Must mean you’re going to be vocal for me.”

He slots himself between your legs, shifting you upward on the bed before leaning down to kiss you again. Deliberately, he presses his clothed hard-on against your cunt. The pressure makes you moan out in pleasure as his lips capture yours; your arousal leaving a damped patch on the outside of his sweats.

Taehyung ruts against you, dry humping into your body to make you crave him even more. Adding friction to most sensitive areas. His teeth capture your bottom lip, pulling it out before releasing it back. His plump lips kiss every inch of your jaw, down the column of your neck, and toward your cleavage.

It’s fast paced, nothing sweet and innocent about the way his determination drives him into a hungry animal. He pulls aside the cups of your bra rather pugnacious, not caring if it pinches your skin as he searches for the clasp in the back. Taehyung’s mouth parts, open and wet kisses littering your chest. His tongue dances circles around each nipple, sucking hard on them before moving downward.

You're smiling from the mixtures of pain and pleasure, and how eager Taehyung seems to be to get to the act. But the fire building up inside your body makes you feel more anticipation for his body in yours. Once he disposes of the annoying garment, his mouth roams freely to your entire chest.

“Shit, Tae!” You call out the second you feel two of his fingers flicking over your clit. They part your labia aside, exposing your entire pussy to the air. The sensation is already buzzing through your nerves like electricity rushing through wires.

He dips his head between your thighs, tongue running down the length of your inner thigh. His stubble softly scratches from the way he bushes closer to your nether region, a new feeling you haven’t necessarily felt coming from him before.

“You feel so wet already,” he states with glee, “I don’t think I even need to work you open for me.”

You can’t see, but you’re positive there is a lopsided grin plastered across his handsome face right now and the image itself makes you want to slap it right off of him.

“I like the foreplay,” you roll your eyes. “The teasing shit, playful whatnots.”

“And that’s all we do, isn’t it?” His chest vibrates with laughter.

Delicately, the tips of his fingers prod at the ringed muscle into your cunt. It’s intricate and torturous all at the same time. Taehyung reads your body like a clock, the second your legs become to wiggle out of irritation and lack of friction he dives right in.

His tongue lays flat against your clit, pushing it side to side against the little nub. He hums approval after the mewlish noise that escapes your mouth and how you buck into his face. His face buries against your most sensitive bits, you can even feel the presence of his teeth. The light scrape against your pussy makes you fear his bite, but also scarily excites you for the possibility.

Taehyung’s arms wrap around each of your thighs, pinning your hips down on the mattress as he makes out with your cunt. Licking up every inch and tasting your delicious flavor.

You clench every time the tip of his wet muscle rushes over your entrance, a natural reaction to foreign things infiltrating your velvety walls. The plush of his pillows catch your head as you toss it back, hands running down to card through his thick and disheveled hair.

He listens to the way your breathy pants become louder over time, especially when he finally sticks his tongue inside of you. He thrusts it in slowly, feeling every corner of your opening as your body tries sucking him in.

Unaware, Taehyung begins grinding his hips into his bed to add some sort of contact to his cock. The lack of physical touch eats away at the back of his mind, screaming at him to stick it inside of you.

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” he bites the inside of your thigh, changing the pace.

His hands are rushing to shove down his sweats and briefs, releasing his hefty cock. He cannot help but to immediately grab a fist full of himself, jerking his cock to please his body.

“Let me ride you,” you lean up, taking his head in your hands to kiss him before he rejects the idea.

You pull him with you up the length of the bed, maintaining the connection of your juicy lips while escorting him with your hands. By the time he’s plopping his ass down into the bed, his body laying flat, your legs straddle the sides of his hips.

The darkness may be blinding you, given there’s very few light sources giving a tiny bit of sight, but you’re still able to feel the length and thickness of Taehyung’s cock below you as you sit on his lap. Taehyung’s hands roam your ass, squeezing at the flesh of your cheeks when you center yourself over him. Using the underside of his gifted shaft, you press your cunt onto him, using his dick as guidance as you run yourself up and down.

Your arousal coats his cock so disgustingly, it’s tempting for him to rail you raw right now. Even with a few drinks in both of your systems, nether one of you are that stupid to allow that to happen though.

“You feel so good,” you whisper against his lips as you roll your hips along him. Each passing thrust becomes too tempting to allow him to sink in, bare.

His palms help control your strides, adding pressure to your backside to push harder against him.

“If you keep this up I'll end up cumming,” he groans the moment your cunt runs over the underside of his tip.

You lean to the side near his end table, pulling out the top drawer to pat your hand around the space inside. As you slide forward, Taehyung sucks in one of your nipples as his hands grasp your sides. The motion positions your cunt in the perfect place, right above the tip of his cock, where your stringy arousal still clings to him.

After recklessly shoving your hand through several unidentified objects in his drawer, you finally find the box that contains the foils you’re seeking. Hastily you take one, spilling the others on the ground while you frantically take the item between your teeth, ready to rip it open.

The pressure of his cockhead kissing right at your entrance has the two of you halting all actions. You feel Taehyung stiffening underneath you while you swallow thickly, the tension of just sinking even a mere inch down on him would be so undeniably heavenly and tasty. But taboo all at the same time.

Involuntarily, your pussy clenches. He can feel it on his tip, where he responds back with the tightening of his abdomen and flexing of his cock. You nose against his cheek, breath panting as all your nerve endings yell at you.

It’s a waiting game, if either one of you moves for it you’re not sure if the other will reciprocate.

Taehyung tilts his head closer to yours, his mouth scraping the side of your jaw. His voice is low, pained with resistance, as if he’s fighting off the fluttering naughty thoughts in his head.

But he’s failing miserably.

“Move…” his palms grip your waist, “please, Y/n.”

You lay your forehead against his shoulder as you descend agonizingly slowly, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing up against your hole. Finally, the most blissful ‘pop’ happens when his head slips in drastically from all the straining.

Your walls hug the inch he submerges inside of you, so rigorously, it makes this intimate moment feel ten times more deep. A disgruntled moan catches in his throat as your mouth whimpers simultaneously.

It’s dirtier knowing the two of you are without a condom for the first time, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact. Taehyung’s hips slowly scoot higher, nosediving his cockhead deeper through your walls.

The tension adds fuel to the heat radiating within you, intensity stressing your nerves. But, God, does the feeling of slumping yourself fully into the seat of Taehyung’s lap feel nothing short of ecstasy.

“Just for a little bit,” he whispers desperately, trying to fight his lustful wishes.

He fills you up, your clit smooching his pelvic bone as you get speared on top of his cock. Sitting straight up feels like a chore, knowing the angle will make the feeling tighter. Lucky you, Taehyung seems content with your hunched over position as he takes the lead with the first, sharp, thrust up into you.

You choke out a sob of delight, dropping the foil out of your mouth and onto his chest.

Your cunt sucks him in so securely, squeezing him like life depending on it. Taehyung tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the deep groan he exhales.

“My fuckin’ God,” he curses. His hips snap up into you yet again, forcing your body to bounce on him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your hands grip his shoulders to anchor yourself, a pitiful sob coming out from your mouth as you attempt to muffle your own voice into his neck.

“Yeah, just like that,” you gulp.

In a blink of an eye, Taehyung manages to scoop you from above him to underneath him in one swift movement. His arms caging you in before propping himself up, using the new position to his advantage.

“This is dangerous,” he states. Contrary to his words, his hips still stutter as he slowly rolls into you.

You know he’s enjoying it too much. Just like you are.

Taehyung reaches over to click the lamp on, giving the room a warm light for the first time since you’ve entered. He looks down at you below him, his eyes blown out and hair tousled every which way. He glances at the way you modestly cover up your chest, not meaning to be pushing your breasts up together to please him – but the sight still satisfies him.

“Just put the condom on, it’s all good,” you admit. Your eyes scan over the sheets until you find the dainty package, taking it between two fingers to hold up to him.

“Yeah, yeah I should,” he laughs.

Taehyung draws back momentarily; the disappearance of his nestled cock already being missed by your pussy. He takes the package, rips it apart and sinks the rubber around his dick after discarding the foil to the side.

“Do you want me to keep the light off?” Taehyung questions as he takes your legs in his palms. He guides you to turn and takes place right behind you on the bed. His fingers glide over the curves of your body, dancing down your side until he’s able to reach the back of your knee. A sigh leaves his body, his lips attaching to your shoulder, “or can I fuck you in the light and watch your body squirm for me?”

You giggle, stretching your head to the side to expose your neck for him. You move accordingly, assisting with helping him get into the spooning position.

“We can keep it on,” you coo, “as long as you get me off. Because my body is aching right now.”

The feeling of Taehyung’s cock navigating between your backside eventually finds its home right when you need it the most. By him tilting your hips forward, your pussy exposes perfectly for him to slip himself right back in.

His stretch feels so deadly, colossal, that even the second reinsertion has you gasping into the covers. Taehyung searches for your face, lips speaking into your skin as his hips jerk into you with shallow movements. He pushes himself as deep as he can go given the angle he’s in, pistoning his cock against your front wall, right in the most vulnerable spot. He’s slow at first, letting your body savor the warmth and thickness of him.

“I know you like it like this,” he laughs. His cock dragging long and hard against your inner walls. “Taking you from the back like a bitch, it’s your favorite position isn’t it?”

You laugh with him, knowing he is absolutely right. You groan as he sinks himself further again, arching your backside with the motion. The thought of him being buried deeper appeals to you, wanting him to snug himself tightly into your cunt.

“If you bend over further, I'll be able to give you more,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

His lips kiss right behind it, peppering down the side of your neck to your shoulder as he lazily thrusts into you from behind. His one hand helps hold your hip down and controls the way you wiggle from him while his other arm helps prop him off the bed. He moans as he stares down between the two of you, admiring the way the top of your asscheeks look and how his cock disappears from view when he pushes inside of you.

“Fuck, Tae!” you breathe with an open mouth, your head lolling into the pillow. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Absentmindedly, you draw your hand down between your legs, fingers slipping around your wet lips to seek your clit. The need for pleasure makes your body act more desperately and on its own accord, and once you begin circling your fingertip around the small bundle of nerves your entire body shivers from the tingling sensations that add to your impending orgasm.

Your body bends to give Taehyung more access behind you, calling out to him to fuck you more.

Harder.

“Yes!” you whine. Your body jolts with the extra inches in your cunt being stretched.

Taehyung’s hand shifts over yours, grasping your wrist and yanking it away. He tsks you while his entire hand blocks you from getting to your clit. Cuffing your mount while driving his dick roughly in.

“Seriously?!” you spat out with aggravation.

“You told me to get you off,” he laughs at your dedication as you push back into him. “So why are you rubbing yourself?”

You groan out in anger, “because I was close!”

Suddenly, Taehyung is rolling you to your stomach quickly, his body pinning you down. He shoves your face into his pillow while hoisting your hips up from the bed. The fast way he maneuvers around, you end up finding yourself slanting forward with pillows underneath your hips in a blink of an eye.

There’s an airy and egotistical claim weaved through his voice when he speaks to you next. You’d give everything to see the way his face looks when he growls out the words, “If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be from my balls slapping into your cunt as I take you from the back. Then i’m going to continuing fucking you through it, not stopping even when you’re spent. Now spread your legs for me.”

Thank heavens the surface below you is soft from the mattress, because the way his legs split your thighs open has your knees cramming down into the bed. If it were to be the hardwood flooring, you would end up with some real nasty bruises on your body.

His touch controls the way your body needs to be placed, cock slipping between your folds once again as he plunges in harshly. With one palm pushing down on the center of your back, he bends you down as he drills his cock into you.

The pillows muffle your louder moans, nearly choking out to catch your breath. The faster Taehyung goes, the more your noises draw out. Even the headboard above you begins tapping roughly against the wall that stands behind it, knocking in a rhythmic pace.

His cock grazes over your gspot far too many times in the matter of seconds, edging you closer and closer to that tasteful orgasm. Each time he bottoms out, slapping his hips into your ass and sinking his entire length into your accepting pussy, his sack strikes right onto your clit. The sting pushes your nerves to the extreme. Leaving you a whining mess under him the moment your climax comes crashing into you, shaking your body uncontrollably.

Your hands had reached back, gripping onto the sides of his thighs as he continued to roll into your cunt. Sobs leave your mouth as your body begs to collapse, to relax, but Taehyung refuses to let you.

Instead his hand pushes your back down harder, trying to give him the optimal angle to completely obliterate your cunt as he chases his own high.

“Tae!” you cry out, your nails digging into his sink to soften the blows from behind. It’s far too blissful and you’re not sure if your poor pussy is begging for him to stop or to continue.

“You like that? Huh?” you hear him over the sounds of him smacking into you. “Love the way you're trying to stop yourself from more pleasure. Love how your cunt is weeping for my cock to fill you.”

“Oh, God!” you crane your neck. “Yes! Yes, yes!”

There’s no way to be able to see him from this limited spot, but you watch his shadow on the wall. Even the way the light paints him still makes Taehyung look sexy, the way his lithe body snaps fast and hard into your submissive one. Your back is beginning to pinch uncomfortably as you hold onto Taehyung’s legs for dear life.

His delicious audible vocals begin to sound rugged, uneven. Before you know it, Taehyung slinks himself out to yank off the condom and begins to ferociously jerk his cock. He rests it on top of your ass as globs of white and hot cum spurt from his tip, landing sporadically across your back. He grunts; it sounds like he’s been suffering for ages to release his load.

“F-Fuckin’ shit,” he slows the speed of his fist, making sure to milk each drop out on your skin.

Finally, you’re allowed to let your knees give away from underneath you. Tiredly, with the little strength you have left, you pull away all the pillows from below you. Laying completely flat on your stomach never has felt better than right now.

Both you and Taehyung’s breaths can be heard, trying to calm down the excitement in each other’s bodies. He moves off of the bed and exits the room with no words, only to come back with a moistened hand towel for you. He plops beside you on the edge of the bed, sighing heavily as his body starts slowing down.

“You good?” he tilts his head, eyes scanning you.

You nod as you hum, feeling deflated and tired already from the activities. Even twisting your back to spin around has you wincing with pain.

“You went kind of harder than usual… my back actually hurts.”

Taehyung lets out a sardonic laugh, not even pitying your state and finding your complaints hilarious. “Yeah? Well you made me bleed.” He points to the outside of his thigh, revealing strong streaks that broke his skin from your nails. Small blotches of dried blood color the small wounds, surely it probably stings him like how a cat’s scratch would. “Take it as a compliment. You have a good pussy and I wanted to fuck you better than I have before. So are you going to say sorry about drawing blood or does that make up for your back hurting?”

“You’re such an ass sometimes,” you shake your head while you poke fun at him. You’re not mad, he’s just a confident and egotistical male.

Taehyung drags the hand towel over the pieces of his spilled seed on your back, cleaning up the leaked surprises. He ticks his head as if agreeing with your statement, but no words leave the pout on his mouth.

“Apology accepted,” you laugh as you hint to his humble aftercare and acceptance of his occasional ‘ass’-self.

After cleaning your backside up, he searches for his sweats to yank up his lengthy legs. He shuffles through the door, calling out to you over his shoulder, “If you want your ramyeon you can come and get it.”

Eventually you’ve made your way out of his bed, with struggle of course while properly trying to redress your body with your night outfit. You find Taehyung sitting on a stool with a piece of roasted seaweed between his lips. His eyes scan over his phone, aimlessly browsing over some sort of social media as you walk past him to the cold bowl of ramyeon. A tossup between Twitter, Weverse, or Instagram.

“You’re not really going to eat that, are you?” He questions from behind you, curiosity spiking his interests.

“I’ll reheat it in a microwave. I really don’t care, I'm just so hungry.”

You maneuver around his kitchen area like an expert, as if you’ve been here too many times – wait, you have. Upon turning to ask him if he has some sort of pain reliever medications, you catch his eyes watching your lower half. You squint at him, expecting for him to speak for being caught.

He hums as if he didn’t hear you say anything when his attention snaps back to your face. Taehyung’s eyebrows raise as he raises a questionable eyebrow.

“What?”

“Pain? Medication?” you enunciate.

Taehyung shrugs in his seat, he leans back while taking a hit from his juul. He exhales the smoke from his nostrils, phone completely abandoned.

“Did you put your underwear back on?”

So, he’s allowed to just completely avoid your questions? Some guy.

You scoff, turning your head back to the microwave that’s counting down the seconds for your food.

“I’m seriously asking,” he laughs. His hand props his head up, elbow placing on the counter as he leans forward. “They’re probably all disgusting with how dirty they got.”

“To answer your curiosity, no, I didn’t. They’re still somewhere on the floor in your room.”

The smug look across your face annoys you. Not fair how he looks so naturally pretty and handsome all at once, even whenever he’s being cheeky you find him quite adorable. You take the first slurp of noodles from your bowl; they aren’t as good as you hope but they’ll do their job with satisfying your hunger.

“I’m surprised you have your dress on, are you leaving?”

You pause your actions for a second, contemplating the choices you have.

“Well, I have nothing else to wear. And I'm not walking around naked.”

“That would have been a nice sight,” he adds. His tongue comes prodding out of his mouth, licking his lips wet.

“Are you really flirting with me right now? After having just fucked me?” You criticize, dumbfounded at him.

Taehyung stands up from his seat, paddles his way around to your side of the island to step close to you. You try to not let his proximity affect your eating, minding him no business and not giving into the attention.

His knuckle runs along the length of your arm all the way down to your elbow. When you don’t budge, he takes more drastic measures. Taehyung makes comfort behind you, latching his body against you as his chin rests on your shoulder.

You give him a sound of warning, protesting his sudden movements.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you grumble with noodles in your mouth.

Taehyung groans with displeasure, his cheek pressing against yours. “Hurry up, Y/n,” – his hands grip the hem of your dress, raising it up your body – “I want to fuck you again.”

You argue back as you shove another mouthful of ramyeon in your mouth, “You can wait. Plus the condoms are in your room, so you really need to wait.”

To spite him, you push yourself back onto him.

His grip tightens when his hands rest on your waist, controlling your hips as he takes the reins and pulls you back onto him a few times. Replicating the motion of how his body feels when he thrusts into you… minus the presence of his cock inside of you.

“Then I guess we need to make our way back into my room for round two…”