misdemeanour (m)
in which all you want to do is prove taehyung wrong
Member: Taehyung
Word Count: 5.9k
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, you know.” There was no need to turn around to know the voice belonged to Jungkook. You pursed your lips together, knowing he had followed your line of sight to see Taehyung pouring a drink for a girl you didn’t recognise.
“I’m not jealous.” The words came out quick, too quickly for your friend to believe you.
“Whatever. Just remember our rule.” Backing away, he raised an eyebrow, knowing his words were enough to annoy you.
As if you were going to let him tell you what to do.
It was a stupid rule Jungkook had made, drunk in a diner at 3am after a night not too dissimilar to the one you were currently having. About an hour before the two of you found yourselves at the diner, you had watched (in disgust) as Jungkook tried to work his fuckboy magic on one of your friends. To his frustration, you were quick to tell him that first of all – she wasn’t interested, and second of all - you didn’t want him getting involved with your friends.
“Well,” he bit into a fry, pausing before he had even properly begun. “If I’m not allowed to fuck your friends, you’re not allowed to fuck my friends.”
“I don’t want to fuck your friends, Jungkook.” You had responded. Your eyes were focused on the pink of your milkshake, the diner lights were far too bright for you to risk looking at anything else. Had you been looking at him, you would have seen the massive eye-roll your words had prompted.
“Oh come on, you definitely want Tae.”
“Taehyung? The kid with the camera?” Of course, Jungkook was completely right, but you weren’t going to let him find that out. Living with the embarrassment of him knowing you ached for one of his best friends was one thing, you could deal with that, but letting him know that he was right? He wouldn’t let you live that down.
“Yes, the kid with the camera. Don’t act like you don’t know.”
“Whatever, I don’t care. I won’t be sleeping with your friends any time soon.” That statement, much to your disappointment, proved itself to be true. God, it wasn’t like you hadn’t tried. You had used all your tactics to try and seduce Taehyung – your hands would always settle on his thigh, the boldness with which you flirted with him surprised even yourself. Never before had your strategy failed you in such a way.
“Shots?” Taehyung’s offer had broken through your thoughts, sending you back down into reality. You had begun to associate his presence with heat rushing to your face, and it was even worse knowing that you had just been shamelessly staring at him. As ever, though, he seemed none the wiser.
“Not really in the mood.” You drew his attention to the untouched drink in your hand. A moment passed as you gave thought to his suggestion, noticing the way his lower lip jutted forward in to a pout and knowing that you couldn’t say no to him. “Unless you make things more interesting.”
“Body shots?”
Your breath hitched in your throat. In a rare moment of logic, you had almost come to the conclusion that he just wasn’t into you like that. Of course, he had to suggest doing fucking body shots off each other and throw your entire thought process into a spin. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“You serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” His grin was both childish and mischievous, daring you to refute the offer.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“About as much as you have,” he pointed a lazy finger in the direction of your drink. “Which is why I need to take some damn shots.” Your tongue poked against your cheek as you made a scene about considering the offer. Of course you wanted to take body shots with him, but you weren’t going to make it that obvious.
“Alright.” After a few moments of fake deliberation, you gave him the answer he wanted, complete with a shrug. “Go get the tequila.” You hadn’t moved from your safe position against the wall when he returned with tequila, shot glasses, and salt. He poured the liquid into the glass, careful to not pour too much and have it spill everywhere.
“It was my idea, so I go first.” You weren’t going to argue with that. Your nerves were on fire as he placed the glass in your cleavage, a hiss involuntarily escaping your lips as the sharp cold of the glass hit your skin.
You blinked as he poured some salt on your chest, your breath slowed and almost stopped completely when he dipped towards you. The warmth of his tongue was a welcome contrast to the cold glass, and it was like time stopped once his tongue landed on you. He had licked the salt in one smooth motion, making sure to keep his eyes on you the whole time. You felt your stomach clench, you were unbearably attracted to him.
His hands found their way to your hips to steady himself as he dipped even lower, finding himself between your cleavage. He was so close that you could feel his breath against you, and goosebumps were brought to your skin by the combination of his touch and proximity. He was hardly graceful with it, opening his mouth wide enough that his lips had more than brushed against your breasts as he took the shot glass into his mouth. He winced as the liquor slid down his throat, coating it with a burning sensation that he would never get accustomed to. Your lips had barely touched when he took the lime from your mouth, you weren’t sure how you would’ve reacted if they did.
“You know you owe me money if they end up fucking, right?” Jimin, who had been watching the scene from across the room with Jungkook, turned to his friend. The latter simply waved him away, regretting ever making the bet.
“Your turn!” Taehyung clasped his hands together before bringing his hands to the hem of his shirt. You smirked to yourself as you poured the shot, feeling that perhaps tonight would finally be the night. When you turned back round, he was lying on the counter, wiggling his eyebrows against you in that goofy way that only Taehyung could make look attractive.
Deciding where you were going to place the shot, your eyes scanned his body. Looking over at him, you watched his reaction as you placed the glass right above his belt. His lips curled into a smile. You sprinkled the salt on his chest before placing the slice of lime in his mouth.
“Ready?” He gave you a thumbs up. You lowered your head and licked the salt, not breaking eye contact with him as you did so. You let your tongue trail further than the length of the salt, lightly touching his nipple before you moved lower, taking the shot into your mouth. Taehyung was thankful for the lime in his mouth, which made it a lot easier for him to censor himself as he watched you. He only hoped that you hadn’t noticed the slight hardness in his jeans.
The shot was as awful as you expected, and you were quick to take the lime from him. You smiled when you were done, trying to gauge how he felt as he sat up. You pulled yourself up so that you were sat next to him on the counter, swinging your legs above the ground.
“That was … something.” Another moment passed, and you watched the struggle on his face when he tore his eyes away from your lips and brought them up to your eyes. “Wanna do another one?” His voice was low, quiet.
“I’d rather kiss you.” Saying the words should have been like lifting a weight off your shoulder, but you were even more anxious waiting for the response. He didn’t pull away, he didn’t react with disgust, he was still. He wanted to do more than kiss you – the fact he had a semi was a clear testament to that.
“Y/N,” he started, eyes running over your body. “Not that I’m not attracted to you, but I can’t.” you raised an eyebrow, head jutting backwards as if avoiding a blow. His words weren’t hurtful so much as they confused you. Your brows furrowed together as you blinked.
“Is it Jungkook? Honestly, that rule is stupid, it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t give a fuck if he-”
“No, it’s not the rule. He can’t tell me what to do anyway.” He chuckled, turning away from you to send a glance in his friend’s direction. “You’re…you’re a good girl. I don’t want to ruin you, or anything.” You don’t think you had been described as a good girl since you were at least eight years old.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I can’t take it?” Taehyung hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as his brain worked at several miles per hour to find the right words. You nodded slowly, your lips pressed firmly together. “I see. Well, have a nice night.” Taehyung frowned as you hopped off the counter and walked away from him, making sure to sway your hips to show him just what he was missing.
You were going to show him just how wrong he was.
If it weren’t for Taehyung’s Snapchat story, you wouldn’t have known he was in Jungkook’s apartment that afternoon. It seemed like the boys were having a day dedicated to video games (you know, because it’s not like they had essays to do or anything). In other words, they were going to be more distracted and easier to fool than usual.
The idea came quickly to you, as if you had been an evil genius your whole life. Taehyung’s comment had really sparked something inside you, something you didn’t recognise. A total of maybe ten minutes had passed between you closing the app and knocking on Jungkook’s door at the end of the hallway. You weren’t surprised when he didn’t respond the first time, so you knocked again, hard enough to the point you knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore it.
“Oh, hey. What is it?”
“I think I left some notes here.” The lie was effortless, the words rolling off of your tongue.
“Really? I probably copied off you. Just check the table.” He pointed in a vague direction, eager to get back to the game. To be fair, he would have treated you with just as much dismissal even if he weren’t completely distracted. Taehyung turned to face you, arm leaning over the couch as he waved hello, controller still in hand. You were kind enough to wave back, so as to make things not seem suspicious. Jungkook was quick to return to the couch, leaving you to your own devices behind him as the boys un-paused the game.
Your eyes settled on a pile of paper, next to which was unmistakably Taehyung’s camera bag. He seemed to be permanently attached to it, and you were surprised he had left it further than arms-length away. You shrugged, clearly the video game was more important to him at that moment in time. Remembering your plan, you grabbed some paper, not bothering to check whether they were notes or letters, and tucked them under your arm as your hands grabbed the camera bag.
“Thanks, see you later.” You spoke quickly as you powerwalked out of the room, hugging Taehyung’s camera into your chest. The boys were too engrossed in the game to bother turning around, a monotonous ‘bye’ was all you got from them on your way out. How that worked you had no idea, but the job was only half-done.
Back safely in your apartment, you headed straight to your bedroom. There was a brief moment, when you were on your knees in your messy closet searching rapidly for your favourite pair of lingerie, where you wondered if you were really doing this. The moment passed as quickly as it came, and you were soon wearing nothing but red lace.
It took you longer than you thought to figure out how the camera even worked, let alone where to place it to get the best photos. You even had to play around with the lighting in your room to make sure your best assets weren’t going to get overlooked. Once you had figured it out, you had your own photoshoot with Taehyung’s camera. You tried out various poses on your bed, even straddling your pillow in some pictures. At one point, you found yourself laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was, but you knew you were going to go through with it.
“You’re back?” Jungkook responded when, sure enough, you were back at his apartment around an hour later. Fully dressed, of course. The lingerie was back safely in your closet, though if things went your way you would be needing it soon.
“Yeah, you can keep these notes if you want. I made better ones.” You had no clue if the pieces of paper in your hand were notes, but you also knew he wasn’t going to check.
“Cool, just leave them on the table.” Jungkook didn’t bother waiting for you to enter his apartment this time, he simply left the door open as he returned to the couch. You reached down to pick up the camera bag, which you had left by the door, out of sight, and slid into the room.
“Hi again!” Taehyung turned to wave at you, and you had never moved so fast in your life. You whipped the hand holding the camera bag behind you, hoping you didn’t look suspicious. Your heartrate quickened, hoping he didn’t ask why your hand was behind your back. A satisfied smile graced his features when you squeaked out a greeting, and he turned back around. As far as he was concerned, things were fine between the two of you after what he had said at the party.
You did exactly what Jungkook told you to do, and left the papers right where you had found them. You saw that the piece of paper on top was actually a letter from the library, alerting Jungkook that the book he had taken out was a week overdue. He probably had no idea where the book was. Anyway, once you set the camera down without any interruption or interrogation, you breathed a sigh of relief.
“See you guys later.” You didn’t wait for their response as you rushed out of the door. You took a second to steady your breathing, not believing how you managed to get away with it thus far.
What Taehyung planned on doing was reviewing the pictures he took that morning. What he didn’t expect to see was a picture of your legs, decorated in red thigh highs, spread against your bed. And yes, he knew it was you. He had spent enough time stealing glances at you at parties to know that those were your legs. By the time you begun including your face in the photos, he already figured out what you had done.
He sat back in his chair, smirking to himself as he ran a finger against his lip. This was no mistake – you had wanted him to find those pictures, he knew that instantly. That fact made him feel a lot less guilty when he felt himself harden when he returned to look at the pictures. Perhaps there was a side of you that he didn’t know. Yes, you were obvious when flirting with him, but he never thought you’d be this bold.
It was dirty, and he fucking loved it.
He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to resist you anymore. His thumb hovered over the ‘call’ button under your contact details. Eventually, the idea of having the real thing instead of rubbing one out to your pictures convinced him to call you.
As the phone rang, he worried that this was a plan to get back at him for what he said to you. Perhaps you were going to reject him, turn him down and embarrass him. The worry dissipated slightly when you answered the phone, your voice a calming influence.
“Hey.” You answered. It wasn’t often that he called you, you mainly communicated through text. This had you thinking that he had indeed found your pictures, and you hoped he liked them.
“Y/N.” he let your name sit on his tongue, his deep voice sending something through you. “Y/N, do you want to explain to me the pictures I found of you on my camera?”
“I don’t know,” you twirled a piece of hair with your finger. “I think they’re pretty self-explanatory.” He heard a soft chuckle on your end of the line before you spoke again. “Do you like them?”
“I’ve got a hand in my pants right now, what do you think?” He had begun to palm himself through his boxers to at least feel some relief. “I’d rather have the real thing in front of me, though.”
“I can get to your place in,” you pulled your phone away to check the time, “15 minutes.”
“You better be wearing that fucking lingerie when you get here.”
The 15 minutes it took you to show up were excruciating. Taehyung kept flicking through the pictures as he waited, they were practically engrained in his brain by the time you knocked on his door.
“I see you got started without me.” You spoke when he opened the door, pointing towards his unbuttoned and unzipped pants. Not responding to your statement, he took your hand and pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you. He took his bottom lip into his teeth when you unbuttoned your coat to reveal nothing but your red lingerie underneath. You truly were full of surprises, and when you followed him into the bedroom, he made sure the door was locked before getting things started.
“You stole my camera to take those photos, you’ve been bad.”
“Not the good girl you thought I am, am I?” He could only shake his head, tongue pressed against his teeth as he took in the sight of you. You walked over towards him, placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you. You pressed your cheek against his, before whispering in his ear. “You don’t have to go easy on me.”
Just like that, the flip switched.
He backed you against the wall, his fingers gently wrapping themselves around your throat and holding you in place. He placed kisses along the side of your face before he spoke.
“This is what you wanted the whole time, isn’t it? You wanted to tease me to this point.” He spoke against your ear, his breaths against you sending shivers down your spine and through your veins. He placed more sloppy kisses against your jawline. “You think I didn’t notice all the touches? The way you spoke to me? The way you licked my nipple at the party? God, I could’ve taken you right then and there.” His grip tightened slightly, and your light moan pleased him. “You need to answer my question, baby.”
“Yes, Tae.” You breathed. “Yes, this is what I wanted.” He used his other hands to trail his fingers down your chest, down your stomach, and settle them over your panties. He pressed against the red lace, the sensation against your clit causing you to press back into the wall – as if you could get any closer to it. He began to circle his fingers, watching as you tried to keep your composure.
“Stealing my camera? I didn’t think you had it in you, but I was wrong about you.” He slipped his fingers inside your panties, not to play with you some more, but to see the effect he was having on you. He hummed, satisfied with what he had found. “So wet already. You’re such a dirty girl, of course you’re excited.”
Before you could even think of a response, he had bent you over the bed. Your stomach was flat against the mattress, and you buried your face into the sheets as he spread your legs apart. He pulled your underwear down to your ankles and marvelled at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, you look good.” He dragged his tongue from your clit to your entrance in one movement, the sudden touch earning a whimper from you. “But naughty girls have to get punished.”
Without warning, he brought a hand to your ass cheek. You squealed, the idea of being spanked by him excited you. The next hit was harder and was sure to leave some kind of reminder. You probably weren’t going to be able to sit down the following morning.
“Fuck, Tae, hit me harder.” The next hits made your clit twitch. His hands were so big, he was so strong. Sat on the bed, his body heat radiating against yours, he raised your head from the mattress. He began to suck your neck, the intimacy of his lips against such a vulnerable area was in direct contrast to the pain of his hand against your ass cheeks. You could only moan at the concurrent sensations, your brain already going foggy. The heat from Taehyung’s body disappeared when he stood up and flipped you over. He gestured for you to sit up, his fingers beckoning you.
“Let me see you play with yourself, give me a show.” You did as he told you to, playing with yourself whilst he removed his shirt. His body was even more perfect than you remembered, spurring you to go faster. “Like what you see?” You nodded, eyes travelling down his chest and down to his pants. He had yet to take them off, but you could see how hard he was. He had a hand in his underwear as he watched you touch yourself, lightly stroking himself at the sight. He knew where your eyes were fixated. “What is it you want, huh?” He placed a hand under your chin to make sure you were looking up into his eyes. “Use your words.”
“I want to touch you, I want you in my mouth.”
“Then get on your knees and put your mouth to good work.” Within seconds you were on your knees in front of him. You began by placing kisses on his lower abdomen, before you dragged his pants and underwear down.
“Fuck, you’re big.” In all honesty, it wasn’t a surprise. You licked your hand before running it up and down his length, and you enclosed the tip between your lips. You moved down slowly, taking more of him into you. He watched as he disappeared into your mouth, and he craved more. He craved all you had, all you could give. With a hand on either side of the shirt he had just taken off, he placed it against the back of your head and pulled on each side so that you took in all of him.
“Yeah, baby, choke on it.” He pulled the shirt away, giving you a split second to breathe before he used the material to pull you over him once more. This time he did it for much longer, the sound of your choking was exactly what he was searching for. “Do you know how fucking good that feels?” His deep groans had your clit pulsating, with a deep fire burning in your abdomen. He let go again, letting you breathe. You were quick to take him in one more time, the shirt dropping from his hands because you caught him by surprise. He used two fingers to force you to look up at him. “Don’t look away from me, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Your lips are perfect for this, shit.”
Holding your head in place, he pulled out to tap his dick against your bottom lip. There was a string of saliva joining his tip and your mouth, this was messier and dirtier than anything you’d been involved in before. “Do you want me to fuck your throat?” You nodded eagerly. “Stay where I put you.” He put both hands behind your head and held you in place as he began to fuck your mouth viciously, thrusting in and out of your at lightspeed. His groans were so loud and so deep, you wanted to touch yourself so badly, but he hadn’t asked you to. You knew only to do as you were told.
“Oh my God,” you spoke when he pulled out of your mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away a tear that was beginning to fall, you hadn’t even noticed.
“Well done, baby. Is that pussy ready for me?” He raised a hand to stop you from answering, instead helping you up and onto the bed. “I shouldn’t even ask, all I had to do was put my hands around your throat to get you wet.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. “Nothing to be ashamed of, I get hard just being in the same fucking room as you.” He gave your thighs a hard squeeze as he spoke, as if to let you know just how sexy he thought you were.
Now he was on his knees, and you watched as he hovered over your pussy. “Goddamn, Y/N, you’re dripping for me.” He played with your wetness, amazed at how much there was. “I bet it won’t take much to make you cum.” He very lightly traced his tongue along your pussy, so lightly to the point that you could barely feel it. Yet, at the same time, you felt everything.
“Oh shit!” He pulled away, chuckling at your reaction. You sat up, looking down at him. “More, please. Please, I’m begging you.” He places a hand on your upper thigh as he licked more vigorously against you, focusing his attention on your clit. Within minutes your toes were curled, the familiar tingling feeling of pleasure spreading through the lower half of your body. He was right, it wasn’t going to take much to make you cum. You had wanted this for so long. “Shit. Shit. I’m about to cum.”
Your words prompted him to pull away. You whined, your mouth hung open.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum so easily.” He reminded you. Your pussy throbbed, desperately wanting the release that was taken from it. Paralysed from shock, Taehyung took it upon himself to flip you onto your front. “Are you on birth control?” You managed to answer with a short ‘yes’, and he slid inside of you. He really stretched you out, barely giving you time to adjust before he began to thrust. “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, that’s a warm little cunt, isn’t it?” The vulgarity of his words had you clenching around him. “Oh, you like that, huh? Who knew you were this fucking dirty?” The feeling of him sliding in and out of you had your head spinning.
“Taehyung…” you had forgotten whatever it was that you tried to say as he slammed in to you.
“You know what, I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He’d waited this long to have you, why deny himself the opportunity to look at your pretty little face while he ravished you? You turned around, lying flat on your back. Before he put his dick back inside you, he tapped it against your clit. You jerked upwards, hissing. He did it again and again, causing you to squirm and writhe at the sudden sensations. He loved the amount of control he had over your body in that moment, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The next time he slid in, he went at a much slower pace. He simply admired the sight of you, reaching over to cup your face. A thumb caressed your cheek, and you brought your hands up to hold on to his arm as you groaned and whimpered.
“D-Deeper,” you pleaded, and he complied with your request. With one long thrust he was deeper in you than ever before, and you almost jumped back. He kept with the slow, deep thrusts, your moans getting higher and higher every time. You were getting tighter, getting closer to your release. You had no idea if he was going to let you cum, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back. Your lids fluttered as your eyes rolled back.
“Keep those eyes open, you know I want to see you.” The intensity of matching his gaze had your stomach doing backflips. “Keep clenching around me like that and I’m gonna cum inside this tight little pussy.”
“I c-can’t help it, you feel so good.”
“Mmm, and I bet you’d like it if I took pictures of my cum leaking out of you.” Your sudden clench answered the question, though he already knew the answer. “I should get a camera just to take pictures of you, you’re that fucking perfect.” He had to pull out, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. Holding your legs in the air, he sank to his knees again and started to eat you out. You knew this would push you over the edge, and all it took was a few pumps of his fingers to make you come undone completely.
“I’m cumming, oh my God. I’m cumming!” The high was short lived as Taehyung pulled away, tutting at you.
“Did I tell you to cum?” You didn’t respond, instead you tried to steady your breathing. Before you could fully come to, he had begun circling your clit with his thumb. You shrieked at the overstimulation, not ready for him to touch you again so soon. You thrashed around on the bed, and he held you in place. “You know better than to avoid my questions.”
“No!” you managed to splutter out, and his thumb slowed down. “No, you didn’t tell me to cum.”
“You came all over my face, before I even told you to. Is this the naughtiest you’ve ever been?” You nodded yes, and his lips curled upwards. “You’re only like this for me? I knew I’d ruin you, Y/N.” He stood up and leaned forward, catching your lips in a zealous kiss. You realised this was the first time he had kissed your lips the entire time, and you put your hand around the back of his neck to prolong the moment. As he kissed you, he slid into you. “You cum when I say so, okay baby?” He spoke against your lips.
Your hands remained at the back of his neck, even when you had stopped kissing, and he remained leaned in to you. You could hear him panting against you, the way he sharply took in his breath when you moved in a way that he liked, the quiet moans that you had previously missed. He began to place a trail of kisses down your neck, gently sucking on it. Despite how rough he had been, it was oddly intimate.
“You’re making me feel so good.” You whispered against him, biting his earlobe. He moaned at the action, completely involuntarily.
“Your pussy was made for me, you know that?” he quickened the pace as he spoke. “I can’t believe I waited this long to fuck you. I’ve always wanted to fuck you senseless.” His eyes searched your face, and he knew you were close once again. “You’re ready to cum, huh?”
“Yes, please let me cum. I’ll only cum if you let me, I promise.” He began to rub your clit again, whilst thrusting deeper inside you. Waiting until he gave you permission to cum was going to be your hardest challenge yet.
“When I tell you to, you’re gonna cum on my cock, okay?” You nodded, your hands now holding his shoulders for some sort of support while you lost all inhibition. Your fingernails were digging deep into him, though you had barely realised. Any sort of grip you had on reality had completely faded away when he started to bite down on and suck your earlobe. It was building up faster and faster at this point, and you were beyond ready to explode. You trembled against him, and he wrapped his hands around your waist and held you close when he finally gave you the go ahead. “Now, cum all over me right fucking now.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. As soon as the words left his lips it was like the earth shattered around you. All you managed to say was his name, several garbled versions of it, as you rode out the wave. If it weren’t for the fact he held you in place, you would have been lying flat on the bed, staring at his plain ceiling. But no, he held you and watched you as you came around him, his mouth hung open in awe.
“Fucking hell.” You eventually managed. Your eyes followed Taehyung as he lay back, telling you that it was time for you to taste yourself. You grinned at him, crawling over and taking him into your mouth once more. You made sure to arch your back, giving him a good view of your ass as you sucked him off. He moved your hands, which had been gripping his thighs, so that they were palms-down against the bed. He wrapped his legs around you, crossing his ankles together behind your head and pushed mercilessly into your mouth, holding your head down.
He began to groan super loudly, the sound of your choking encouraging him even more. He knew you could take it, and this pleased him.
“I could stay in your mouth forever, I swear to God.” He only had one hand on your head at this point, the other was gripping the sheets as he basked in the feeling of his cock down your throat. You gasped for air when he let you pull away, hands resting on his thighs. “Fuck, I’m ready to cum.” He was stroking himself now, his breathing getting more and more shallow. “I’m gonna cum on your face, only fair since you came on mine – right?” You nodded, getting on your knees and looking up at him. “Use your tongue, make me cum with your tongue. God, I’ve been thinking about that tongue since those body shots. I’m gonna cum so hard, shit.”
Following his instructions, you flattened and curled your tongue around the underside of his penis. With a loud cry, he shot his load on your face, stomach contracting as he finally gave in to the pleasure. “You look as good as I thought you would.” He swiped the cum with his fingers and placed them in your mouth, moaning lowly as you sucked them. Fingers still enclosed in your mouth, he kisses the corner of your lips.
You weren’t expecting to stay the night, but you found yourself sat against Taehyung’s headboard as he talked you through all the other pictures on his camera. The thoughts, ideas and intentions behind every single one of his photos was fascinating – and you could have sat up and talked with him all night.
“Honestly, I can’t believe you took my camera without me noticing. Like, my camera is my baby, you know?”
“That’s what you get for underestimating me.”
