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edytae · 10 months ago

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drunk love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: “Jerk off for me.”

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, pure filth but Taehyung being the greenest flag, OC is trying to be dom but whiny (as always), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, s*x on all fours, hair pulling, i want what they have.

word count: 17.2K

A/N: Please give it a like or reblog if you like it

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“Namjoniee-” You continued to fake-cry as the large boy came closer to the couch with worried eyes. Taehyung had you sitting between his legs, trying his best to manage your drunk body.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Namjoon asked in a genuinely worried tone. His large palms took hold of your face as you tricked him. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“T-ttaehyu-yung!” You gasped while digging your finger into his hand. Namjoon looked at him questioningly. Seeing Taehyung’s nonchalant face calmed him slightly. “What about Taehyung, sweetie?” Namjoon asked in a sweet tone. His fingers gently caressed your fake tears.

“Taetae doesn’t let me touch his dick!” You broke into another cry as Namjoon let you go with a laugh. Taehyung welcomed your dramatic ass with a hug. You placed your head back on Taehyung’s chest and sobbed without any tears coming.

“She can’t even stand with my help, she is completely drunk.” Taehyung shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how Taehyung’s inside melted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pulled on his nape. “But–”

Taehyung faintly hummed in recognition.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jerk off for me.” You breathed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He waited for you to continue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His cock sprung out. You gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

“Pretty.” You mumbled to yourself.

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

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

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

“So pretty.” You repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You mimicked his pout, your tone teasing but affectionate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No toys?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taehyung!” You exclaimed in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a final, deep groan, Taehyung released.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, Taehyung remained steadfast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least that what Taehyung thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you had something entirely different in mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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—Now playing: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski ✫

"Oh! You should've seen them!" Daphne's mother was absolutely losing it, practically bursting with glee.

As soon as the teenagers offered their last greetings and left, she emerged from her hiding spot with the bouquet of tulips still in her hands.

She turned toward the anteroom, looking at the door as it had suddenly turned transparent and could show her the world beyond. Only Cleo's delighted squeal snapped her out of the reverie.

The girl drew in a sharp breath as she examined what the woman had in her hands.

"He brought tulips for her?" she asked, wide-eyed. Daphne's mother nodded, a big smile tugged at her lips.

Cleo gasped, then squealed. "It's so cute! You see? They're destined for each other."

The woman could only softly laugh as they slipped on their shoes, preparing to head next door to Granny.

She'd been silently observing her daughter ever since they relocated from the city.

She recalled the sullen expression that overtook Daphne's face when they'd shared the news. Delivering it had been emotionally taxing for both parents, especially the mother, who was fully aware of the truth behind her daughter's sulky mood.

She, among everyone in the family, was the most worried about Daphne, particularly in the realm of social interaction.

She'd nurtured Daphne ever since the girl could breathe and knew the type of person she was. Socialising had never ranked high on Daphne's list of priorities, but over time, her mother's concern deepened.

She didn't want Daphne to see a friend only in her close-knit family. She didn't like seeing the girl all alone. It'd been so since kindergarten—she'd always find her daughter alone in a corner, seemingly content.

And it didn't even bother the girl so much that the mother sometimes would reprimand herself, accusing herself of viewing everything through a lens of hyperbole.

But as Daphne grew up, things didn't change, and, eventually, the woman stopped scolding herself. It was an issue—maybe not for Daphne, but certainly for her. She feared her daughter might one day regret it.

When Daphne was still a child, the woman would take her to the park and watch her play with other kids, hoping she'd build a bond with them.

Nothing.

Daphne would play with the children as any normal kid would, but her mother could see that she viewed them as mere passersby, nothing more.

That conviction solidified during Daphne's preteen and teenage years. So, when the girl finally found a friend, Margot, it felt like an answered prayer.

After years of being by herself, unbothered by the hollowness she filled with books, Daphne had finally found someone to confide in.

The decision to move hadn't been made lightly. There were weighty reasons behind it—reasons Daphne understood, even if they left her conflicted.

On the day they locked the apartment door for the final time, Daphne spoke to no one—not out of resentment, but because she needed to mourn in her own quiet way.

During the drive, despite her husband's repeated reassurances, Daphne's mother couldn't help but call her daughter's attention to every detail she hoped would spark delight.

Now, they had arrived at this moment, and the mother found herself overwhelmed with gratitude.

One moment, she was thanking the heavens for sending Cleo Daphne's way, and now, without any prayers whatsoever, Daphne was going on a date, a scenario considered distant and honestly scary in the woman's head.

"He'll treat your daughter right," Cleo murmured, gently pulling her back to the present. She bit back a smile, a soft sigh coming from her lips.

Finished tying her laces, Cleo stood up straight, her birthmark-like grin as radiant as ever. "I'll make sure of it," she said.

From her vantage point in the house, Daphne's mother had only seen fragments of what unfolded when Taehyung arrived. But Granny and Grandpa, next door, had witnessed the entire scene as the young couple stepped into the car.

They saw how Taehyung insisted that Daphne not touch the car and let him open the door for her.

They saw how their granddaughter's body trembled as she threw her head and laughed softly.

They also saw how Daphne's eyes followed Taehyung as he went around the car to get into the driver's seat.

What mattered the most was the tattooed smile on the girl's face as they drove off.

That was why, when Granny received the bouquet of tulips and was asked to put them in a flower pot as Daphne requested, her face warmed up with a gleeful smile.

—Now playing: Better by Khalid ✫

Daphne loves travelling—moving in general. Funny because she also really loved routines and stagnant days.

She had cherished the journey from the city to the countryside when they moved in September.

There was an indescribable beauty to the scenery blurring past her.

They'd left their apartment for good early on that fateful morning. The sky was awash in deep cyan shade, the air was fresh, and the city was yet to fully wake up.

She mentally bid farewell to the flat before leaving. At that moment, her sadness overwhelmed her excitement, and once she sat in the car, belt fastened, she fell asleep.

She woke up shortly after, immediately wearing her headphones to isolate herself from her mother's constant comments.

Though the sadness had melted into fatigue, she still wasn't ready to listen. But all resistance vanished once the view shifted—from tall grey buildings to sweeping fields of green.

Suddenly, she wanted to tell her mother there was no need to speak. She was convinced.

Now, as Taehyung drove her to the train station, Daphne reminisced about that day.

She hadn't known it at the time, but her parents had made the best decision for her because now she sat next to her crush, en route to their first date.

"You really like this place, don't you?" A smile tugged at Taehyung's lips as he glanced at her. Her mind returned to the present.

Daphne shifted her focus to him, tearing her eyes off the view outside. It was already getting dark, given the season, but she looked forward to how the day would unfold. The hour hand of the clock was around twenty minutes away from five.

"You won't believe it," she began, legs angled toward him and elbow resting before the window. "Haven't I told you that I didn't want to come here before?"

Flicking his eyes between the road and Daphne's brown ones, Taehyung's face glowed in joy—a very subtle way to showcase the extraordinary feelings within. "I think it was about Margot, right?"

Daphne's laugh was soft and dry. The mentioned name sparked memories she wanted to forget. They were unwelcome in such a precious moment. They felt like black ink flushing down in a sea of clear water, tainting it.

"Yeah." Her voice was toned down, her beautiful smile momentarily fading only to return when she came back to her senses. "Yeah, but the place and the looks changed it all right then and there."

Slowing down, the car came to a halt at the red light. Taehyung's hand lingered on the gearshift, fingers tapping as if he were holding himself back.

"Well, you would've had your grandparents as neighbours." He broke the brief moment of silence, putting an end to the uninterrupted hum of the engine.

Daphne turned toward him fully, looking at him now that he had the chance to return the favour. "Yeah, but... You know. I've always had trouble making friends—"

"Funny," he interjected, a teasing smile playing on his lips, "because you weren't here for even two months before you grabbed my attention. Like literally grabbed my attention." He softly chuckled when he caught her blushing and looking away.

Her posture shifted defensively, a leg slung over the other and arms crossed before her chest.

"What do you have in store for us today?" she asked, staring straight ahead as the car moved once again.

"Smooth deflection," he let out a low laugh, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes as he caught her smile in the corner of his eye. His voice dipped, playful and warm.

"I wasn't purposely trying to change the topic," she insisted, still not meeting his gaze. "We're getting close, and I just got curious."

Her bright smile returned to her face, but her eyes refused to look for Taehyung's, watching the life outside flash by them.

Taehyung hummed, convinced not even in the slightest. "Yeah, then look at me."

Utter silence.

"Lauri, I've spent enough time with you to know that when you avoid looking at me, you're shy—"

"Taehyung," she groaned, half-whining. "We're barely thirty minutes in, and you're already killing me." As she talked, she feigned wanting to open the car door and throw herself out.

The boy threw his head back as he stopped the car at another red light. Their distance to the train station shrank with every passing moment.

"Yeah, whatever." He came down from the laughter, and Daphne gasped, acting offended and softly slapping his arm. "How do you know where the train station is? You've travelled by yourself already?" He changed the topic.

"Haven't I told you yet? Probably not, but— oh, my God, should I tell you this?—"

"Why shouldn't you?" Daphne remained silent, keeping her eyes on him, knowing he'd turn to look at her. As expected, he glanced at her, suspicious of the silence.

"Why shouldn't you?" he repeated, before returning his eyes to the road.

Daphne bit her inner cheek. "Promise you won't attack me verbally or with your smug looks—"

"Attack you verbally? Never. Not me. What is it about? Your anxiety?" Silence again.

He snickered.

She grinned and rolled her eyes, seeing the look rising on his face—exactly the smug look she begged him to withhold.

His quiet chuckles turned into full-on cackles. "Tell me. Now you've got to tell me."

"Honestly," she began, sitting upright to face him, "I was expecting you to, I don't know, scold me?"

Taehyung snorted in disbelief. "Scold you? What am I? Your dad? Besides, I don't know the full story because you keep stalling."

Daphne dropped her back against the seat, shaking a foot in hesitation. Then she gave up—not like she had any other option; they had a long day ahead of themselves.

"The first time I failed my physics test—"

"The Ugly Topic one?"

She nodded.

"My friends felt so bad for me that they organised a picnic right after school."

Taehyung let out a laugh, shaking his head. He had been convinced that the dramatic scenes he'd seen with Daphne couldn't get worse.

"Don't laugh! I felt so bad that day!" She slapped his arm again.

Jokingly, he warned her, "Hey, you better stop. I'm driving. Driver's assault is not allowed in this vehicle."

Daphne narrowed her eyes at him, giving up. "Thank your god you're driving else I would've tickled the shit out of you."

He snorted again, turning into the silent street leading to the train station. "Yeah, totally. Lauri, you talk as if you won't be spending the rest of the day with me. Be careful."

Daphne gasped, accepting the challenge. She returned to sitting upright. "What could ever happen to me when I'm with you?"

Taehyung shrugged, lips pursing in feigned innocence. "I don't know. Fuck around and find out."

Daphne laughed under her breath, her back to the seat. As she did so, her eyes moved to the view outside the window.

Given the season, the scenery was way different. The last time she'd come here, wearing thick jackets and coats wasn't mandatory.

She thought it was almost ironic how humans dressed up while nature lost its jacket.

The fields were flatter than usual. Empty and shy of any human presence. The trees had lost their leaves, completely exposed to the crisp, cold weather of the approaching winter.

"Returning to your question," Taehyung resumed. "We'll have fun at the amusement park first and then dinner." Daphne nodded.

"I see what you did there." Taehyung softly laughed, nodding to the implied compliment. "Great, I won't be throwing up tonight."

He laughed, turning to park the car. The vehicle came to a stop as they pulled into the lot, and silence hit their ears in place of the rumbling sounds of the engine.

Excitement bubbled in Daphne's guts as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. Because of the heating system in Taehyung's car, she'd almost forgotten how cold the weather was, and as she stepped out, she clutched her scarf, closing her previously opened jacket.

"Okay, okay, we need to place some ground rules." Taehyung's voice resounded from the other side of the car. A soft clicking sound, and the vehicle was locked.

Daphne looked in his direction, waiting for him to reach her. "Ground rules for what?" she replied.

"For what? Are you kidding me?" his voice got louder and the distance smaller. "First, you insisted on buying me food in school, and now you've opened and closed the car door yourself. Completely unacceptable."

Got things cleared out, Daphne burst into laughter at his motivations. "You've got to be kidding me." She muffled a giggle, letting him sling his arm around her shoulders, dragging her closer to him.

"Nah-a. You've got to take them seriously." He tried sounding serious, but the amusement in his tone and the smile on his face betrayed him.

Wrapping her free arm around his waist, Daphne smiled through a laugh and peered up. "What if I told you I'm paying for my dinner?"

Taehyung froze mid-step, eyes wide with theatrical horror. "Don't tell me you brought money for yourself."

Daphne burst into laughter. "Oh, my God. You think I'm serious? I was just joking."

Sighing in relief and smiling at the sounds of her incessant giggles, Taehyung resumed his walk. "Damn, Lauri. You almost had me there." Daphne rolled her eyes at the exaggeration. "But you don't have money on you, right?"

"Tae, what kind of question is that?" she replied as they momentarily separated once at the ticket machine.

She had some cash for emergencies—or in case she needed to sneak in a small surprise—but she knew Taehyung would insist on covering everything. It was just how he was. Still, teasing him about it never got old.

"Are you trying to pay for my ticket right under my eyes?" she questioned, moving to stop him.

"No. Not under. Kneel so I'll pay for it on top of your eyes." The witty remark made her laugh so hard that her voice resounded through the mildly empty station.

He scoffed, a bright grin still on his face. She came down from the laughter and immediately continued teasing him. This time, it was physical; she tickled him.

"Lauri, I'm trying to put the right info— please!" he begged, but she tittered, remaining relentless.

"Lauri?" he called with a warning tone. She didn't stop, nor did the tickling. So he decided to be just as stubborn and did his best to resist.

Daphne noticed it, but as time passed, his resistance wavered, and she couldn't wait to see him fall.

"Oh, my God. You're stubborn as hell today," he spoke, finally done with paying for both tickets.

She still wouldn't stop, so he turned around and picked her up, walking to the platform to catch their train.

She squealed, smacking his shoulder and begging him to drop her, but her tone was anything but serious. Thank God the station wasn't crowded, otherwise she would've been so embarrassed. Only a handful of people saw and heard them.

He carried her down the stairs, determined to reach the opposite platform.

"Taehyung?" she called repeatedly. He paid his ears deaf and proceeded. Daphne didn't quit hitting his shoulder or calling his name.

They both chose to be heavily stubborn that day.

Her wish came true only once they'd reached their destination. As her feet came in contact with the ground, so did her hand against his chest.

He laughed and blew raspberries at her, running when she tried reaching over to hit him again.

A wide smile spread across her face as she watched him run for a short distance and slow down when he noticed she wasn't going after him anymore. It appeared that her stubbornness had finally found a limit.

Feigning to be angry, she turned her back to him, and he softly chuckled, returning to her.

"What now?" His deep voice reached her ears, and only then did she realise the proximity.

She pretended his tone didn't do things to her, keeping her back to him and acting angry. He played along.

First, he tried to spin her around to face her, but she'd always turn around again. Then, he tried moving around himself, but soon they seemed like two spinning idiots. So, his last resort was hugging her from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"You trynna act angry, huh?" As he spoke, she felt his breath softly hit her neck. Goosebumps rose all over her body, from her head to her toes.

He saw her smile because, from his perspective, he had a clear view of her swelling cheeks.

"Angry people smile?" he taunted, oblivious to the rollercoaster within her.

Sucking some air, he continued. "Angry people smile in the city?" he asked, tickling her.

Instantly, her play was called off as she sprang up and out of his hug, laughing. "What does that even mean?"

He snickered, approaching her as she tried to escape. "Nothing, really. I was just trying to get a reaction. Didn't have to try hard." She stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes at him, immediately glaring holes in his face.

"What?" he laughed, his tone defensive.

The robotic voice announcing their train interrupted the moment. Taehyung checked the tickets and nodded.

"That's us," he said.

Daphne moved closer, leaning over to confirm. He quickly pulled the tickets behind his back, back in the mood for fun.

She went along with it, calling for him to quit the play as she tried pulling his hands out of their hiding spot.

—Now playing: Mon Amour by GEMINI ✫

After Daphne dragged him to the school bar, Taehyung realised he really liked being pulled by someone, specifically by her.

Once the train came to a stop and the doors slid open, Daphne grabbed his hand and led the way, looking for a nice spot to sit.

That brief moment—almost—to himself made him realise—again—that he was indeed on a date with her, the leading figure in his day and night dreams.

"Is there nice?" Daphne's voice dragged him out of the trance. Following her index, he looked at the spot. It was at the centre of the wagon; two pairs of double seats facing each other.

He agreed and followed as she pulled him. She was by the window, and he was beside her.

The movements and the proximity caused him to be reminded of her perfume, which was different from usual, but would certainly remain imprinted in his mind forever.

Letting his desires take hold of him, he leaned closer, placing his head on her shoulder.

It caught her off guard, especially when she turned to check on him, only to look away because of the proximity.

He seemed unbothered, as if he didn't notice anything. It annoyed her how he could easily pull it off. So, she decided to ease her nerves.

She was finally going on a date with the boy she's had a crush on for so long. She couldn't ruin it by acting all shy.

Maybe later, but not now. Besides, he did say he liked it when she was bold.

The doors slid back close, and the trains moved to the next station.

Her gaze moved to his hand, which found comfort on her knee, working as a heating pad. Fighting through the timidity, she held it with both hands, playing with his fingers to burn off some time.

Again, he seemed utterly nonchalant. She envied how he could sit there like nothing was happening, when her thoughts were racing a mile a minute.

He was losing it on the inside, of course—but Taehyung and his friends were seasoned performers when it came to masking emotion. Adrielle, Jimin, Avyanna, and Jungkook—none of them were strangers to theatrics.

Taehyung had mastered the art of concealing his emotions. But no one had ever pushed his buttons the way Daphne did. Half the time, he discovered new buttons existed because of her.

"So," Daphne broke the silence, struggling to hide her nervousness. "Why didn't we drive to the amusement park?"

Without moving his head from her shoulder, Taehyung replied, "I don't really know my way there. Jungkook is usually the one who drives us around and out of town, so."

A bubble of warmth burst in her chest, the consequence of her withheld emotions. His words were muffled since his cheek was on her shoulder.

She laughed under her breath, hands busy playing with his fingers. "Is Jungkook your chauffeur or some'?"

He grinned and laughed, agreeing before moving his eyes to her hands to play with her. "He's always driving us around in summer, mainly because he's got so many connections and knows so many people. Holidays are never boring with him."

"You go to the beach?" she asked, head slowly dropping against his.

Taehyung sighed, enjoying the comfort of the moment. "Yes." As he spoke, his thumb repeatedly caressed Daphne's freshly done nails, enjoying the smoothness of the surface.

"How do you know?" His question caught her off guard. He even felt her body briefly stiffen.

How did she know?

Oh, well. Yes, Cleo had shown her pictures—talked about the group's beach days before school even began—but Daphne's knowledge ran deeper than that. She may or may not have scrolled through Taehyung's profile with her burner account on more than one occasion..

Swallowing and trying to keep her cool, she answered, "Erm.. It's just a random guess." Voice soft, almost fading away with the nervousness.

Taehyung remained silent for a bit, busy thinking about something, as his pursed lips suggested. Then, he finally moved his head to face Daphne.

"Oh, I just asked to know if I was the only one consistently checking your Instagram account."

Oh, where does this boy find his courage? Daphne needed the address.

Her eyes bulged out, and Taehyung knew he struck a chord with those words, but he feared he might have overshared. These are one of the many negative sides of him getting too comfortable around people.

He didn't utter a word; his mind was void. But Daphne hadn't stopped playing with his fingers, and he wanted to take it as a good sign.

"No," she replied. "You weren't the only one." Her voice, again, was timid and low. "And the beach wasn't just a random guess— it could be, but isn't in this case."

Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and sat upright, looking at Daphne with a growing smile. Objectively, it would help ease the nerves, but all Daphne really wanted was a pillow to scream into.

Shamelessly, she spoke again. "So... the restaurant—" His laugh cut her off, and soon she was laughing as well, face redder than her lipstick.

"You're totally not trying to change the topic, right?" She shook her head, laughing at the irony.

With one last breath, he finally stopped, body still upright, and his gaze looked for Daphne.

Other than the pillow, could someone please add a cliff she could jump off to the list?

—Now playing: Venus In The Sea by Ha Vay ✫

"Okay, this place is totally different from the town I went to with my friends."

The sky had darkened, casting a deep navy blue over the modern station, accented by golden light from streetlamps and glowing signage.

Unlike the sleepy calm of her own station, this one buzzed with life, likely due to the reopening of the amusement park. People of all ages filled the walkways, a blend of laughter, announcements, and rolling suitcases creating a lively hum.

As they made their way to the exit, Daphne's senses filtered out the ambient noise. All she could really hear was the rhythm of their footsteps and the sound of Taehyung's voice beside her.

God, she loved his voice.

"Adrielle is organising a winter prom in collaboration with other schools next town."

Completely past the first stage of her shyness, now holding hands with Taehyung came in naturally, not without the butterflies though. The warmth was a stark contrast to the cold weather they sauntered through.

"Oh my God, that sounds amazing!" she beamed, looking up at him. She probably appeared composed, but her composure was hanging on by a thread made of string cheese.

The amusement park wasn't too far away from the train station, and they could already hear the music. Its rhythm seemed to organise the chaotic movements of the butterflies in her guts, bringing them to dance.

Daphne's left hand was buried in her pocket while the other was in Taehyung's, swinging up and down to reflect the giddiness within both.

"When is it going to be held?" Taehyung shrugged, still unsure.

"It's still in the works. I just know it'll be held in another town because we don't have a hall as big enough to host so many students."

The crowd around them was diverse—children running ahead, teens chatting animatedly, adults shepherding little ones or wandering in pairs.

"You inviting everyone this time?" she teased, a grin tugging at her lips.

He chuckled, catching the reference. "You remembered that?"

She nodded. "I'm a pretty good listener."

He looked down at her, smiling unconsciously. Her face mirrored his, glowing under the neon lights and a tide of affection.

"You're friends with Cleo. Anyone's a good listener next to her," he joked.

She hit his arm. "Are you—?"

He held up his hands. "Not throwing shade! Just... celebrating the diversity of mankind."

"I don't know if you're throwing shade at me or Cleo." Gradually, the volume of their voices increased as the music became louder, and the closer they were to the park.

"I said I'm not throwing shade at anyone, nor denying that you're a good listener. I was just trying to show how beautiful humankind is in its diversity—"

She hit his arm again. "Oh, shut up, Tae."

"What? You're a good listener, Cleo's a good talker—" Daphne laughed, and he rolled his eyes. "And I'm a good observer with astonishing taste."

"Be careful, you're starting to sound like Jimin." Daphne teased, giggling when he feigned having a heart attack.

"Ouch, that hurt—"

"Why are you throwing shade at everyone today?" He simply giggled, leaving the question without an answer.

"I hope you're not scared of heights." He said instead, looking up at the tall ride before them. Daphne followed his eyes, her smile growing bigger.

"Absolutely not. It would be such a shame."

—Now playing: You & Me by JENNIE ✫

"Okay, let's start off soft."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, groaning and feigning to yawn. "Boring."

Daphne paid her ears deaf and led the way, pulling him to the ride she wanted to try. "So, what do you prefer? The Star Flyer or the Merry-Go-Around?"

"What are we? Ten?"

Daphne hit his arm again. "Hey, you're not throwing shade at the Merry-Go-Around in my presence—"

"Throws shade," he said with a flourish, gesturing at the ride like he was making a three-pointer. She stopped, watching him with her jaw hanging.

"That's how you throw shade?" She gave a dry laugh.

He tried maintaining his seriousness and nodded without stopping. "Yep."

She sighed, feeling like an exasperated babysitter. "Well... You can't throw shade at the Merry-Go—"

"Throws shade." His stupidly beautiful grin was making her lose her mind.

She tore her eyes from his perfect face, shaking her head like a disappointed parent. "Tae, the Merry-Go-Around is a classic—"

"Classics are boring. Let's go for the Star Flyer." He said in one breath before approaching her.

She didn't even have the time to bite back or process anything before he walked past her, pulling her with him.

Laughing, she caught up to him, slipping her hand in his. "Sorry, I was busy trying to understand who's older between the two."

He rolled his eyes, mimicking her as she spoke. "Lauri, darling, we're not even a month apart. If the time system were different, we'd probably be in the same grade."

"You'd still be older," she quipped.

They continued bickering throughout their wait in the line.

—Now playing: Golden Hour by JVKE ✫

When it was their turn, they tried being serious, but Taehyung didn't welcome Daphne's interest in the prices. She just really liked teasing him.

The cashier glanced at them, and they immediately stopped playing around, a huge smile tugging at their lips harder than the winning team in Tug of War.

Once they finished paying and were out of the cashier's view, they finally burst into laughter, their hands never separated until they were sitting. Taehyung sat behind Daphne.

As the metal structure rose slowly into the sky, wind playing with their hair, Daphne turned her head just enough to speak without shouting.

"You ready?"

Taehyung snorted. "For a ride designed for ten-year-olds? Absolutely."

"Take it back before karma swings us around," she said, gripping the bar.

But she didn't mean it. She was glowing. So was he.

And as the ride lifted them higher and higher—just far enough above the ground for the world to feel momentarily light—their screams rang out together into the night.

—Now playing: Blooming Day by EXO - CBX ✫

Annus mirabilis.

The year 1905 is heavily significant for physics, especially in its period. Einstein had literally walked into the room with revolutionary theories and stirred the chaos so much that returning to the initial equilibrium seemed light-years away.

He'd come in with a tall pile of files, all containing a perfect contradiction to what were previously considered laws of physics.

One of the greatest revolutions he'd single-handedly led was the one about time.

The man set the tall pile aside and took the first file. Opening the first page, he read out the title, the slogan: "Time is relative!"

Now we know that his claim is true, but while he confined it to the analytical walls of physics, the concept could be moved to different fields, making it easier to be understood.

To explain it to anyone, regardless of their knowledge in the subject, time can seem faster or slower given certain circumstances.

Why do you think it hurts to think that something fun and enjoyable will eventually come to an end? Why do kids complain about their recess being too short when, truly, they'd been given exactly thirty minutes to play?

Well, it's the same reason why Daphne heavily sighed as she walked out of the amusement park, arm linked with Taehyung's.

After they'd hopped off the Sky Flyer, they looked around, willing to try every single ride in the park, looking at the time for their reservation the same way you look at the horizon at the beach.

It was so far away. Yeah, it was.

But neither decided to linger too much on the thought. They ran around the park and through the cold air, hoping the date would never end.

Time feels different depending on the emotional gravity of the moment.

"Let's try this one." Daphne had suggested again, and this time, it was Bumper Cars.

Taehyung didn't object. Not even in the slightest. He caught up to her, they paid, and soon were laughing as they bumped into each other.

They'd look at each other as if they weren't in one of the most public public places on planet Earth.

Taehyung quickly discovered he liked watching her struggle to get away from him. More enjoyable was seeing how she'd try to get revenge, only to give up midway and run for her life.

By the time they were out, he couldn't feel his tummy, and his cheeks were hurting. His arm was included for how many times he'd earned a silly smack.

On his request, they also went on the scarier rides. The Pendulum, the Tower Rides—oh, that one—and into a haunted house.

The latter increased his heartbeat not because of the jump scares, but from Daphne's hands, which wouldn't stop clinging to every part of his body, the first within her reach.

As they walked in, he could hear her giggle nonstop, but he was old enough to know that they masked the fright within her, especially since she was gripping his hand with both of hers.

He didn't have the time to look around himself, moving within the house like the scenery outside a speeding train.

His mind was focused on the precious human being beside him.

One moment, he was laughing because she got scared at the silliest figure ever, and the next, her arms were around his neck, holding on for dear life. He barely had the time to process it.

A part of him was thankful to the ride organiser for making scary images poke out from the lower part of the walls because it had him carrying Daphne for a significant portion of the ride.

He didn't complain.

If he'd had the chance to—meaning that if the girl weren't constantly on him, gripping his jacket or screaming in his ears—he would've even thought of how to carry properly.

Bridal style? From the front? Piggyback? Whichever.

As they walked out of the ride, to anyone, Daphne seemed like the only one who got scared, which was true, but they'd also assume that it was the reason her blood pressure was through the roof.

Just so you wait until you measure his.

And the ride didn't scare him.

Probably reminiscing about everything, Daphne apologised to him once they were out, but if he could, he would've told her he liked it.

He enjoyed being there for her like a knight protecting a princess. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the comparison.

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for her and his hand, the rollercoaster ride was closed, under reconstruction. So they opted for something more low-key and less adrenaline-inducing.

They moved to a scenario where their competitive bickering sides popped out like a sore thumb. As if the games weren't enough, they even made a bet.

If he won, she'd let him read a full day from her journal.

If she won, he'd let her tickle him for five minutes straight. No breaks.

You see? They had different ways of interpreting revenge. One was mental, and the other was physical.

She was more emotionally withheld, so Taehyung wants access to her inner life. Daphne, in turn, wanted to push past his cool confidence by tickling—physically disrupting his composure and placing an end to his play.

The first was Ring Toss, and, not so casually, Taehyung had won. It was just like playing basketball to him—a skill she didn't know he had.

Then came Balloon Pop, and Daphne had surprised both by winning. The victory instilled great confidence within her, and she even won the Duck Pond game.

They moved from carnival games to the arcade, having fun playing video games. And now, as they walked to the restaurant, they wouldn't stop glaring at each other because the bet ended in a tie.

—Now playing: Let Me Love You Like A Woman by Lana Del Rey ✫

Their fingers were intertwined. Her left hand had got bored with her pocket and preferred holding onto his arm.

If they had paint on the soles of their shoes, they'd leave a funny pattern on the pavement because of how messy their steps were.

They wouldn't stop walking into each other's path. They almost seemed drunk, especially Daphne.

The music from the amusement park grew distant with every step they took. The increasing silence gradually welcomed the unfriendly chilly air of the night.

"I hope you'll like this restaurant." Taehyung changed the topic, taking the short, silent moment as his cue.

Daphne was slightly confused, but her smile was a perfect mask. With her cheek basically resting against his arm, she asked, "Why wouldn't I?"

He shrugged, lips pursing ever-so slightly.

The boy had to know by now that her adoration for reading wasn't strictly confined to stories in books or written online.

He claimed to be a good observer, but she was both a great listener and a good observer.

She didn't just observe, though—that was his niche. She read through people—funny, else she would've been dating him ever since he offered her his cigarette at the party.

As she glanced up at him, his lack of eye contact—something he enjoyed especially because it made her timid—and his body language all led to insecurity. He feared she wouldn't like his surprise.

He didn't know that, as far as she was concerned, he could pull up to her front door in his pyjamas with a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other, and she would still adore him.

"Tae, it's a restaurant." She tried to assure him. "It's not like I want something lavish and crazily luxurious. As long as you're here..." her voice dipped down, her shyness slipping through the cracks and returning to the surface, "I'm fine. I'm awesome, in fact."

He couldn't help but giggle at the nervousness he felt in her tone. It warmed up his heart so much he wanted to cup her face and kiss her, but held back. Not now.

"Well," he began, moving his free hand to push a strand of hair out of her face, "this restaurant is a bit different from the others."

Daphne's gaze moved elsewhere, not because of his words, but his gestures. He couldn't see her face flush pink in full-time.

"Jimin and I found it this summer as we drove back home from the holidays, and I had told myself I'd like to go on a date here."

She wore a soft smile, returning her eyes to his. "I'm glad I'm helping you fulfil your wish—"

"Oh, this wish was very low on the list—"

"Don't proceed!" Daphne placed her hand on his mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't want to hear it. It's going to be cheesy as fuck, and I'll become one with a tomato— please!"

Taehyung threw his head back, laughing loudly. She looked up, trying to act mad because he found her funny, but her giggles betrayed her.

"What do you think I'm going to say?" he asked. "Hmm?"

Daphne didn't meet his gaze once again, suddenly fearing she might have moved faster than her shadow and foreseen something wrong. Maybe what she thought he wanted to say was something utterly different.

"I mean, going on a date with you—"

"Stop!" Nothing. No mistakes were made. She was right, but not ready to hear it.

After everything that had transpired at the amusement park, her feelings were heightened, and she feared the simplest word could drive her insane and make red blossom across her cheeks.

"Lauri?" He called, leaning closer and with a taunting voice.

She tried escaping his grip to cover her ears, but he held her hand tighter, laughing as she tried to use his shoulder instead.

"I can't hear you!" Yeah, she could. The only ear she could cover was the left one. Her right hand was in Taehyung's, and he wasn't ready to let go anytime soon.

"Yes, you can—" he insisted.

"Nope!"

In a flash, he moved his other hand to grab her free one, and she gasped, screaming to get out of his grip. He had to apply more resistance because he was laughing so hard, his limbs threatened to soften and cause him to fall.

He leaned closer, closing the distance between them so he could speak into the girl's ears, but she pulled back, despite how much he dragged her in. Her screams quickly turned into giggles.

"Why are you getting all shy now?" She refused to listen to him and would shake her head, hoping the friction of the air against her eardrums would keep his voice out.

Everything was to no avail.

—Now playing: Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey ✫

"We're here." She heard him, and she stopped.

"We are?" He hummed, nodding as he pushed the door open for them to enter.

Why did he ever think she wouldn't have liked the restaurant?

The place resembled a museum, an art gallery.

The owner most likely cared very little about painting the walls since they'd covered them in portraits and paintings. What made them more interesting was the originality. It wasn't something Daphne had seen anywhere—and she was a big fan of art galleries.

The flooring was intriguing as well. In some sections, it was made with marble, while in others, it was covered in uniquely designed tiles..

The few free parts of the walls were covered in bricks to give the place a rustic appearance. In addition, round bulbs hung from the ceiling provided warm lighting. The final touch was the greenery.

Only after relocating did Daphne discover she really liked rustic restaurants—El Grillo's Cuisine for starters.

"Wow." She marvelled at the view, head spinning around to encapsulate every corner of the restaurant in her memory. "This is beautiful."

"You like it?" he asked, feeling his insecurity fade with her compliment.

"I love it. Oh, my God. I've never seen such a unique place like this before. It's truly something else."

Proud and satisfied, Taehyung smirked, leading the way to the reception. "Just you wait till we get to our seats."

There was soft music lingering in the background, just loud enough to set the mood for the clients.

Tearing her eyes off her surroundings, Daphne looked at the boy, excitedly shaking a leg as she waited for him to give his information.

"There's more?" she whispered when his attention returned to her.

He didn't utter a word, but the smile tugging at his lips was more than enough for her. With her hand still clasping his and the left one holding onto his shoulder, Daphne meekly followed Taehyung.

With widened eyes, she could gasp and sigh in amazement as they proceeded into the restaurant, especially when he turned the corner and led the way up the stairs.

Numerous paintings interrupted the smoothness of the white walls. Above their heads, the ceiling changed material, letting glass replace the traditional version. Behind the transparent surface, the viewers were welcomed to observe the night sky.

—Now playing: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer ✫

Finally got to their reserved table, Taehyung asked again, "So... do you like it?"

"Heck ya!" she replied while trying to conceal her delight—and failing.

Oh, if only Taehyung could put into words how she made him happy.

Placing her bag down and thanking him for bringing the chair out, she asked, "Really, how did you guys stumble upon a place like this? This is crazy— thank God I brought my camera."

Taehyung shrugged, claiming they'd been lucky. "You have a camera with you?"

She nodded, immediately retrieving it from inside her bag. With her ever-present smile, she waved it in his face.

"Pose for me," she said out of the blue, and his gaze flickered away. In fact, his whole face did because he felt a surge of heat crawl up his cheeks.

"Come on." She encouraged him, already aligning the camera to take a picture.

Feeling like a child obeying his parents, Taehyung complied with her request, his smile filled with traces of slight embarrassment and shyness.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

She caught it and immediately acted on it. "Oh, come on. Smile for me."

He rolled his eyes, putting in the effort.

"Smile more."

She saw him furrow his brows for a split second before complying. Fighting against every cell in her body, she tried not to laugh at the obvious awkwardness on his face.

"Okay, say cheese." Her torment continued, and she even tried convincing him to show his teeth. That was where he drew the line, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back.

She let a quiet laugh escape.

"You know? You're taking me back to when I was eight and Nana would ask me to pose for her whenever she bought me new clothes." He spoke after a sigh, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

She gasped, laughing in disbelief but also awe. "Really? That is so cute!" The embarrassment crept up his face once again, forcing him to look away. "No, but that's really cute. I'd like to see some of your childhood pictures—"

"Nope—"

She immediately interrupted him, determination in her eyes. "Yes, I will because the other time you were roaming around our living room—"

"Now, that was destined for me to find it." He pointed out, looking at her flaring eyes. He didn't utter another word, silently laughing the more she stared at him.

Scoffing, she continued, "Don't worry. One day, I will see them—"

"Good luck."

Her eyes snapped to his again at the interruption. His cheeks slightly swelled up as he tried to restrain his laughter. Then, proudly, she sat upright, placing the camera on the table.

"Thanks," she cockily replied before setting her eyes on the menu.

Unknowingly, she'd saved her cheeks from tinging with pink again. Her distraction was Taehyung's cue to admire her.

It's really hard to grow out of one's old habits, isn't it?

He was in his usual laid-back posture—legs almost sprawled underneath the table and back fully resting against the chair. Daphne didn't know it, but it allowed him to observe her like she was the most important painting in the art gallery.

Mona Lisa's inexpressive eyes would shed tears had Daphne been next to her and Taehyung the only visitor at the Louvre.

But this habit of his was better to be practised in a full room where Daphne wouldn't grow suspicious of his sudden silence. So, right before she could look up from the menu list, he opened his and acted busy.

"What would you like?" he asked, clearing his throat.

Completely oblivious, Daphne read out the name of what interested her the most. He really didn't listen to what she said because his ears were growing red, burned hotter than fire, and his heart was having a whole musical festival with his eardrums.

He made his choice moments before the waiter arrived, and as he left, Taehyung sighed in relief, not because he suffered from social anxiety. He just needed to maintain his composure and restore control over his heart.

There was no time or space for another coup d'etat.

"So, I wanted to ask you this before," Daphne broke the ice, and he blinked as if he'd been in a trance, "you have a car. Why don't you drive to school? I think it's more convenient."

He shrugged, back to appearing nonchalant when really he was moments away from heavily sweating. "I don't really know, you know."

"I've always used the bus, especially because Adrielle does, and I didn't want to pass on some time with my friend, so..."

Pouring herself some water, Daphne glanced up at him. He was glaring holes at her, and, for a moment, she overlooked the subtle jealousy that had bubbled within her chest.

She didn't want any best friend drama, so it was best if she didn't even think about it.

"Why are you glaring at me?" she asked, withholding a smile.

"The ground rules.""The ground rules?""Hmm.""And what about them?"

"I'm a gentle man. Let me play my part!" Almost choking on the water, Daphne snorted.

"Oh, my God. You were serious?"

"When am I not?" The rhetorical question amused Daphne so much that she placed the cup on the table and started brainstorming.

"There are times I'm not serious?" Taehyung asked in disbelief, seeing her think.

She nodded. "How would you explain to me your behaviour the first time you came to my place?" Her arms were crossed, and her look resembled that of a detective close to solving the riddle.

A sly smirk appeared on his face, followed by a deep chuckle that almost broke Daphne's confident facade.

"Oh, that day!" He recalled.

"And not just that day. How do you explain your obsession with my journal? Or constantly looking for trouble when my grandma's around? You even told her we're going on a date—"

"Okay, but she has every right to know—"

Daphne raised her hand, calling him to stop speaking. "That is my story to tell. She went on to tell my mom."

"And what's wrong with that?" He cracked a teasing smile. He knew what she meant, but he enjoyed teasing her. It's the reason he was unserious in all the events she recalled.

"Oh, you'll meet my mom and understand what I mean— she's a heavily anxious person—"

"The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree— in fact I don't think the apple fell at all—"

"Taehyung!" She exclaimed, laughing along with him. "Okay, I get it. I'm an anxious—"

"That's good. We liked the self-awareness—"

"Tae, stop interrupting me." He raised his hand defensively and gestured to zip up his mouth. She rolled her eyes and proceeded, "I may be an anxious person, but my mom's a special case. I'm anxious—" she glared at him as he began laughing, "—about school, but my mom's anxious about everything—"

He waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a different stage—"

She held back from slamming her hand on the table. They loved pushing each other's buttons, and the closer they got, the worse it became. "Oh, thank your god I'm not sitting next to you right now—"

"If it were up to me, you'd be sitting in my lap, but..." Daphne's jaw hit the floor, and his laughter intensified.

Wide-eyed, she looked at him as if he'd said something blasphemous. He wouldn't stop laughing. "Then you ask me why I'm shy all the time. Tae, you can't go around talking like this—"

"I don't do it with everybody. You're an exception—"

"Shut up— Oh, thank you." Daphne's voice dimmed with embarrassment as the waiter arrived with their orders. Taehyung basically melted in his seat from how hard he was laughing. It was so tough he could barely thank the waiter before he left.

Once left alone again, they both started laughing. Taehyung's cheeks and abdomen were hurting at this point.

"I can't take you anywhere—" she exclaimed.

Immediately sitting up, he bit back. "I'm the one taking you out on a date—"

"Because I accepted—"

"Would you have refused?" His question froze both.

Silence.

Quirking his brow, he silently restated his question, a challenging glint flashing in his eyes. Daphne still wouldn't utter a word.

"You wouldn't have refused, huh?" He lay back against the chair.

"Don't get too cocky—"

"Girl, you make me." She cocked her brow in disbelief. "Really. I'm sorry if I'm happy the girl I like likes me back."

She immediately looked away with a soft smile, and he knew why. Leaning over, he grabbed her hand—mostly because he missed the feeling of it—and repeated the question.

"Would you have refused—"

"No." Her answer was quick, given the nervousness bubbling within her. "I wouldn't have, and you know it, so stop taunting me."

"Taunting you?" She nodded, eyes still staring into nothing, all to avoid his gaze.

"So... You don't drive to school because of Adrielle?" Her voice was tiny again. He shook his head, chuckling at the deflection.

If only she knew how adorable she appeared in his eyes whenever she did this.

"Well... that was before I met you." She threw her head back, groaning. He laughed, glad to have stirred another reaction from her.

"Taehyung," she whined.

"Lauri," he replied, unwillingly calling back her attention. Her eyes, though, still wouldn't meet his.

"Why are you acting so surprised?"

"I'm not—"

"Wasn't it obvious that I liked you?"

Yes, it was. Daphne was just in denial, scared her fantasies were driving her into a deluded state, and frightened by the possibility of misinterpreting his actions. She didn't really know him, at the end of the day.

She shrugged instead, slowly locking eyes with him. He scoffed. "Well, then. I'll make it up to you for it. Make my intentions clearer."

"Don't kill me in the process."

"I can't promise you that." His smug look quickly distracted Daphne, and she didn't notice him reaching under the table to tease her further.

Then she felt something touch her knee. "What?" she murmured, moving her hands to the spot, only for him to grab them.

"Oh, my God. Taehyung!" she exclaimed, laughing because he tried reaching the inner art of her knee to tickle her. "You really won't stop, will you?"

The rustling got so loud that Daphne accidentally hit the table, attracting unwanted attention. Taehyung howled with laughter harder.

Finally, she slapped his hand away. "Eat. Your food will get cold."

"Okay, mommy."

By now, you know she glared at him, and he enjoyed the attention.

—Now playing: Coffee by Beabadoobee ✫

"Ferris Wheel, you said?"

Daphne's hands slipped into her pockets, desperately looking for warmth and shelter from the freezing temperature of the night. Her legs, clad in the thin material of her tights, protested her fashion choices, while she wished her scarf would suddenly grow thicker.

She stepped out of the restaurant, turning around to wait for Taehyung. Once he was out, she extended her hand, moving from the warmth of her pocket to that of his hand.

"Well, yeah. It's not like we have many options since we just finished eating," she replied. They'd switched positions, so now her right hand was free to cling to his arm.

"We actually have many other options, such as exploring the stands in the amusement park," he rebutted, looking down at the girl.

She pursed her lips and met his eyes to reply. "I'm too tired to play games. I know you're just trying to be sneaky and win the bet."

He threw his head back, laughing. The sidewalk they were on was almost empty. They could count how many people were in the street on one hand.

The music from the amusement park still lingered in the air, gradually increasing the closer they got. The street's bright lights sharply cut through the crisp environment, and, as they talked, soft clouds of vapour waved in the air.

"I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm a fair player—"

She scoffed, not believing him one bit. "Talking about players, I heard that a big basketball match is coming soon."

Their pace was slow, despite how cold the weather was. They cherished each other's company, and that was enough for them.

"Yep. A lot of big things are coming soon, actually. The other day, Adrielle suggested we organise some kind of snowball fight only if it were to snow before the holidays begin."

Daphne gasped in delight, eyes glinting with excitement. "Seriously? That would be so cool!"

"Yeah, I know, but it's hard because the planning isn't for the weak, and we're not even sure it will snow before school ends." As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his pocket, never letting go of Daphne's.

The girl noticed, and something flashed through her mind—the night she'd become bold enough to back-hug him to keep her hands warm in his pockets.

"Well, y'all are certainly not weak, and if you need any help, I'm here." Taehyung let a smile bloom at the offer, feeling his heart skip a bit when he peered down at Daphne. He just wanted to pinch her cheek.

"So... do you really want to go on the Ferris Wheel or shall we get some hot chocolate somewhere?" he asked as they turned the corner, and the music got louder.

"Both?" she looked up with pleading eyes. He scoffed, not because of what she said, but because she believed she had to plead with him for anything.

Wasn't she aware of how tightly he was wrapped around her finger?

"Both." He agreed, looking ahead at the Ferris Wheel.

It was easy to spot, obviously. A set of lights arranged on a big wheel spinning in the pitch black of the night couldn't go unnoticed to the eyes, especially ones as excited as Daphne's.

—Now playing: Je Te Laisserai Des Mots by Patrick Watson ✫

"Thank you," they said in unison to the cashier as they settled into their seats.

"Fuck, why are they in leather?" Daphne complained as soon as her butt hit the cold surface. Beside her, Taehyung stifled a laugh, imagining how terrible it felt for her, given her attire.

"I believe it makes it easier for cleaning." Daphne sighed, refusing to see sense with his explanation because the cold surface was freezing up her butt and legs.

Skirts or dresses in winter? Never again.

"If it's that cold, you could sit on my lap." Humorous on the surface, but an invitation to trust on deeper levels.

She sighed again, this time in disbelief, and tilted her head at him. "You are obsessed."

"Mmh-hmm." He shamelessly agreed with a pretty grin on his face, one Daphne wanted to kiss away. "The offer still stands, though. It's up to you to—"

"I'll think about it." She cut him short, before moving her eyes to her surroundings. His presence knew how to make even her favourite activities lose significance.

Taehyung didn't utter a word, letting silence linger between them. She couldn't even hear him move or anything. So she checked from the corner of her eye, only to find him still smiling.

"Oh, my God!" He burst out laughing at her reaction. "I said I'm thinking about it—"

"I didn't say anything!" She glared at him, a subtle smile tugging at her lips. "What? It just bothers me that my date will have a cold butt. I don't want to imagine how awful that must be—"

"Taehyung?" He immediately stopped talking, raising his hands defensively.

"Sorry, I'm just looking out for you—"

"Don't you have a cold butt as well?" He shook his head with a grin.

"I'm fine. Completely fine. That's why I'm worried for you—"

She rolled her eyes, groaning at his amusing ways. "You're insufferable."

"And you're gorgeous." The words knocked the breath from her lungs, and thankfully, she didn't blush like an idiot right in his face.

He toned down his voice, getting more serious. "As I said, my offer still stands, and I could hug you to warm you up."

The suggestion spiked her interest, but she glared at him as if he were drawing her into a trap. Again, his hands were in the air to show his innocence.

Silently, she shuffled closer, and he made space for her, keeping his arms open. Once she settled on his lap, he sighed in relief as he hugged her figure closer. On the other hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his touch, while internally losing it.

And just like that, the ride went on, in comforting silence. The lights of the amusement park began to look like constellations—little twinkling stars.

As they ascended, the world around them grew distant, slightly smaller. The noise toned down, and the darkness increased as if they were flying across the night sky.

The air in itself hadn't changed—still crisp, fresh, so cold it felt like a sharp razor on the skin—but was different between Daphne and Taehyung.

The proximity allowed them to hear each other breathing. The almost silent sound brought comfort to their excited hearts.

Daphne peacefully remained in his arms, fully placing her legs above his. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and giggled when he moved her scarf to cover the few exposed parts of her neck as her braid moved aside with her posture.

"Thank you," she muttered. He curved his lips in a smile—she felt it—and hummed. The vibrations did things to her, but she ignored them, savouring his scent as if it would escape her.

Then he returned his hand around her waist for support, while the other softly caressed her thigh, from her knee up to the hem of her skirt, successfully warming her up—externally and internally.

Despite the cold, the comfort and ease could push her to fall asleep in his arms, one of the many things she dreamed of doing with him. Maybe, she'd eventually be able to.

She looked ahead, watching how the world changed shape the higher the wheel went, and realised how dedicated she would've been if only Taehyung wasn't holding her—in fact, if he wasn't present at all.

He proved once again how much he pulled her in, without even trying.

Her mind returned to the present as she felt him sigh. With her arms still slung around his shoulders, Daphne held her hands, wishing she could play with his hair.

She could if she wanted. He said he liked it when she was bold, and it was high time she matched his energy.

He was caressing her thigh. He'd asked her out. He'd suggested she sat in his lap to prevent her butt from suffering from frostbite. He'd even promised her to make it up to her, like he had anything more to prove.

The problem lay with her and her insecurities. She was the one who had to make it up to him, and she was willing to do so. Baby steps, though.

If she wanted, she could tilt her head upwards, just a little bit, and poke his cheek with her nose, make him feel her breath against his neck.

Would it trigger goosebumps just as it happens to her?

If she wanted, she could go further from there, kiss his neck, go up to his cheek till she reached his lips. Without stopping.

But she didn't.

She was too scared. Too shy. Too anxious.

Maybe it was the physical connection, the proximity, or the full demolition of the feeble boundaries between them, but it seemed like he'd read her mind.

He wasn't scared or shy or anxious.

He was just enchanted by her, by everything that she was and stood for.

His fears didn't lie in how to show her affection—that came naturally; he just followed his heart's commands. What truly unsettled his spirit was how comfortable he'd got around her.

He'd broken up with Willow just weeks before school was over, and a few months later, after the holidays, he met Daphne.

She was like a force, a strong one—a magnet. And he was a little piece of metal, roaming around unsettled and restless.

She attracted him so strongly he couldn't resist even if he wanted, even if he had enough power to.

But he'd promised to make it up to her and show her how much he liked her.

Maybe his fear came as a consequence of concreteness. Everything felt rather too real now, yet so foreign, an experience he'd never lived but was willing to.

Slowly, he gave in to her touch, moving carefully as if looking for resistance, something that would stop him because he'd made up his mind.

The resistance never came, though. She did nothing, so he saw nothing. But they both felt everything.

She didn't flinch or budge as the distance between them shrank. She looked up and found a glint in his eyes that spurred her to sit upright and lean closer till there wasn't a gap between them anymore.

Her hands cupped his face, fingers intertwining with the soft curls of his hair. Her desires were gradually being satisfied.

His hand stopped caressing her thigh, opting to simply lie on it. He softly gripped her waist tightly as if he needed something to tell him he wasn't imagining things.

Their lips touched. It was soft at first, very faint, almost imperceptible. Everything was delicate, slow, natural and yet calculated.

From a small peck, it escalated. She tilted her head, and his hand slid from her thigh to her waist as if calling her in for more.

Everything picked up pace from there. Their breaths and hums were entangled like two photons.

This was just the opening scene for a series starring both as leading characters. The main theme was clinginess.

Was Einstein fully aware of the true consequences of his revolutionary affirmations?

—Now playing: We Fell In Love In October by Girl In Red ✫

Taehyung and Daphne's relationship was born with the guise of an ionic bond. One moment, he was pulling her in fully, and the next, she had him meekly following her wherever she went.

But, oddly, the closer they became, the weaker this bond became, turning into a covalent bond. Now, they attracted the other with the same strong intensity, having them linger around a state of equilibrium.

Just like in Tug of War, the opposing forces matched.

They both thanked the seller before returning on their way with their cups of hot chocolate. Hadn't it been so hot, their free hands would've searched for each other.

"Fuck, Tae, we have to sit down somewhere because this shit is hot as fuck."

They chortled, hissing as they struggled to hold the paper cups without dropping them on the floor.

They were just a few steps from the amusement park and found a food stand, the perfect opportunity to fulfil Daphne's second wish after the Ferris Wheel ride.

"There's a playground there. We can sit there." Daphne pointed in its direction, immediately chuckling when Taehyung didn't protest or speak, rushing over so he could place the cup somewhere.

Blowing on her hands as if it'd help her, she followed in his tracks, and they placed their cups on a free bench in the park.

The playground was empty, given the hours. It welcomed a big slide, a pair of swings, a spinner, and a seesaw. In a corner was a square area containing yellow sand.

Free from the scorching heat of the withering paper cups, their attention finally moved focus; as they laughed, unconsciously the distance between them shrank again until they hugged—her arms wrapped around his waist, and his around her shoulders.

"Well, are you happy now that you have your hot chocolate?" he asked, and she giggled at the tone.

"I bet my fingers are red." Without pulling back, she moved a hand in front of his space, silently asking him to check it for her. Obviously, he complied.

"Well, with the poor lighting here, I can't really tell—"

"Are you blind?" she joked, returning the hand to its original place and fully restoring the hug.

He cackled. "Yes, I am. You know it. You're blind too. We both use glasses."

As she realised it, she laughed as well. "Almost forgot."

"Don't worry. It won't happen again. Not when I'm with you," he chuckled, breaking from the hug to grab his cup.

"Oh, thank God you're with me to remind me of my partial blindness."

She took her cup as well, and they headed to the swings. He settled on one, confused as to why she was waiting for him instead of sitting on the one beside him.

"The seat is in leather," she muttered, and he laughed, moving his hand away to welcome her in his arms.

He loved how easy it was to build fresh habits with her.

They blew on the cups, watching the smoke thicken in the cold air.

"It's so hot," she groaned.

"Well, it's hot chocolate at the end of the day." She stuck her tongue out, claiming she didn't need the reminder and just wanted to complain a bit.

Given the weather, it didn't take long before their tiny sips became bigger without them accidentally roasting their tongues. Once they were done, they set the cups aside and lingered on the swing.

Her arms found their home around his neck, and his arms around her waist. In comforting silence, he swayed both as they enjoyed each other's company.

"What time is it?" she asked a while later.

Removing a hand from her waist, he reached into his pocket. At that split moment, Daphne regretted asking the question in the first place because as he searched for his phone, the spot his arm once occupied, left space for the cold air to make her shudder.

"Call it a quarter to ten. Don't worry. You'll be home before midnight."

She scoffed, looking up. "When I'll be home is not a problem."

Phone back into his pocket, his arm returned to the initial spot. "Then what is?"

"I had so much fun." Her head slumped back onto his shoulder. From the way her voice was toned down, Taehyung understood it was her way of saying she didn't want the date to end just yet.

"Well... We can always go out on a date again," he cleared his throat, "but as a couple."

She froze, and he wanted to do the same, but it wouldn't help his cause, so he didn't.

"A couple?" she asked, removing her head from his shoulder to look at his face. He was thankful she was partially blind, and the lighting was poor.

Bashful and slightly hesitant, he answered, "Yes."

Daphne's gaze soon found something else to linger upon, while she did mental gymnastics to try and stop her cheeks from catching warm shades.

"I would love to be your boyfriend."

If she could've, she would've fainted, falling off his lap and the swing to land on the pavement. It would probably give him a heart attack. How funny would it be for a casual passerby to walk past and find them on the ground unconscious? Funnier would be the story by the time their parents would've made it to the hospital and grown curious.

Instead, she slumped onto his shoulder, emitting a sound that spoke volumes about her timidity. Like a closing flower, she folded into silence.

He softly chuckled, heart at ease yet excited by her reaction. "What? The cat's got your tongue?"

Ugh! She wanted to cup his face, litter his cheeks with numerous kisses, and scream about how nice his chuckles sounded, especially when she was just a few centimetres away from his chest.

"No." She sighed, sitting up once again. "I'm— I would love to be your girlfriend as well." Voice ever-so tiny.

Their eyes met. He caught the fear in hers, not because he scared her, but because she didn't feel strong enough to maintain eye contact.

So he decided to help her with it, leaning forward for another kiss. This time, he led it, placing his hand on her chin.

She gave in to his touch and warmth with no second thoughts, now completely deaf to her surroundings.

The only things she could hear were his breathing, the soft smooching sounds, and the loudest of all, her heartbeat.

Now, their wishes have come true. Finally. And there was no better way to encapsulate it if not with a picture, multiple pictures.

—Now playing: Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast In America by Gym Class Heroes ✫

As they walked back to the train station, their pace was slow as if reluctant to go home and put an end to the date, they found a photobooth along the road.

Daphne was the one who saw it first, but, noticing the hesitation, he asked the question. She gladly accepted. How unexpected, right?

It was a tiny cubicle, welcoming a stool big enough for a single person to sit on. Not a problem anymore—she sat in his lap; it was simply turning into a habit. One that they both loved.

"Say cheese!" she tittered, cupping his face and leaning closer into the frame. He didn't have the time to blink or reply before the camera began taking pictures.

Seconds in, Taehyung saw the true extent of Daphne's excitement; she giggled, the sounds tiny but gleeful. She wouldn't stop posing, guiding his face however she found fit.

He wasn't in the mood to wear Partypooper's pants, so he matched her energy. Funny faces, peace signs, finger hearts, pecks on the cheek, kisses.

Yes, kisses because it originally had to be a single one, but Taehyung's satisfaction was light years away.

Everything was encapsulated in the pictures they collected at the end.

"I want to keep one," he immediately said, almost as a warning to Daphne's excitedly glittering eyes.

"Obviously." Voice soft as she replied before pecking his cheek. "You want to take a picture first?"

Nodding, he held the photos, and she retrieved her camera from the bag.

"A picture of pictures. Isn't that cool?" She smirked. "You see? Thanks to me, you explore and learn new things. What an awesome person I am, yeah?"

He flashed her a knowing look, one she laughed at as she returned the camera to her bag. Once her attention was back, she furrowed her brows, confused.

Well, at least she was aware of the major three-sixty his life took when she boarded the bus on that faithful day, right?

"You're taking another picture?" She crossed her arms, trying to look like an angry Karen to amuse him.

But he was barely paying her any attention. Looking up, he replied, "Yeah. I have to somehow announce that you're my girlfriend, right?"

Here she was, trying to joke around while he focused on the serious matter at hand. They were finally a couple.

Was she returning to her hiding spot? Under the fragile but dark shelter of Denial?

Her heart smiled at his dedication to snapping a good picture. He was so attentive that he didn't even notice the silence until he was done.

"Make sure to repost it, so that creep stops tormenting you." His tone was supposed to be warning, but all Daphne could hear was warmth, which she adored.

It was true. Finally, her daydreams turned into reality. Her diary was up for a new season of her life, one she hoped would have infinite episodes.

She remained silent, watching him operate his phone, most likely editing the freshly taken pictures. From the outside, she seemed busy admiring his attire and how good he looked in it, which wasn't entirely false but neither right.

The boy in front of her was now her boyfriend, and her brain had to process that. It had the same feeling of a traumatic experience, but with the opposite consequences.

"What?" He glanced up, smiling as he felt her eyes on him.

Without saying anything, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck for yet another kiss.

He was caught off guard but soon kissed her back, nonetheless. Her hand slid to his cheek, drawing him to herself. His hands instinctively reached for her waist, giving in to her touch while simultaneously pulling her closer as if she was vital to him—maybe she really was.

All this with a smile on his face.

She really didn't want it to end. Not the date. Not the kiss. Not the fluttering in her chest and her crazy heartbeat. She loved the heat, the warmth, and the comfort he brought to her. She loved the restlessness he settled within her. The excitement, the thrill that came with the new upcoming chapter.

He, too, loved the unsettled yet settled feeling bubbling in his guts whenever she was around him. But he also loved the way she revolutionised his life for good. If he was a source of adventure and excitement to her, she was stability, ease, peace, and a landmark to him.

Something that grounded him while his mind took crazy trips to space and beyond.

After a few pecks, she broke from the kiss and peered up at him with amusement, the distance still nonexistent. "I will make sure of it."

They both smiled, and their lips met each other once again—he initiated it this time.

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