pairing: husband!kim taehyung × wife!reader
genre: smut, established relationship, romance ( this must be the hottest shit i've ever imagined 💀🥀 )
warnings: 18+, mature themes, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism between partners, explicit sexual content, masturbation, body worship, no penetrative sex
theme: intimacy, trust, slow burn, mutual desire, quiet nights, vulnerability
a/n: this work is a fictional story intended for mature audiences only. all characters are consenting adults.
The evening had settled into that quiet, heavy warmth that only comes when two people know exactly what they want but haven't said it yet. Taehyung lay beside you on the bed, one arm folded behind his head, his dark eyes tracing a lazy path down your body.
He let out a slow breath, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and rough, the kind of gravelly tone that made your thighs press together instinctively. "All day. About you. About watching you."
You turned onto your side to face him, the sheets rustling beneath you. "Watching me do what?"
His lips curved into that slow, dangerous smile that always made your stomach flip. "Touch yourself. I don't want to fuck you tonight. I just want to watch. I want to see every single twitch, every slick sound, every shiver that runs through you when you make yourself come. And I want you to watch me too."
Your breath caught. The idea sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to your core. "Mutual masturbation?"
"Exactly." He shifted closer, his hand coming to rest on your hip, thumb stroking lazy circles over the fabric of your shorts. "No penetration. Just us, side by side, showing each other exactly how we like to be touched. I want to hear your hand sliding through your wetness. I want you to hear the sound of my fist working my cock. I want to look into your eyes while you make yourself fall apart for me, and I want you to see the same raw, filthy desperation in mine."
His words painted the scene so vividly that you could already feel the heat pooling between your legs. "You want to make it a whole thing," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.
"I want to stretch it out. I want to take forever." His hand slid down, fingers curling under the hem of your shorts, not quite touching where you needed him. "I want to talk you through it. Tell you how beautiful you are when you're wet and needy. Praise you for every drop of slick that drips down your fingers. Encourage you to go faster, slower, harder. I want to hear the sloppy, wet sounds of your pussy begging for attention."
The filth and the unapologetic crudeness sent a shudder through you. He always knew exactly what buttons to push, and right now, he was pressing every single one.
"So what do you say, baby?" He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and teasing. "You and me, bare and bare, hands on ourselves, no holding back. We don't touch each other tonight. We just show each other. Deal?"
You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Deal."
He didn't rush. That was the first thing you noticed. Taehyung pulled back, sitting up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers found the hem of his shirt. He tugged it up inch by inch, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the dusting of dark hair that trailed down his stomach, the way his abdominal muscles tensed with every deliberate movement. He let the shirt fall to the floor, then reached for the waistband of his shorts.
"Watch," he said, his voice a low command.
He pushed the shorts down, his erection springing free, already thick and heavy, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. He didn't touch himself yet. He just let you see him, fully hard, fully aroused, fully yours to witness. The sight made your mouth water, your hands itching to reach out, but you held back.
"Now you," he said, settling back against the pillows, his hand resting on his thigh, just inches from his cock. "Show me what you've been hiding all evening."
You mirrored him, sitting up, your fingers working the buttons of your shirt with deliberate slowness. You wanted to tease him, to make him wait, to make him suffer the same delicious agony he was putting you through. When the shirt fell away, you saw his eyes flicker down to your breasts, your nipples already tight and pebbled in the cool air.
He licked his lips. "Fuck. You're gorgeous."
You slid your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion, kicking them aside, and lay back on the pillows beside him. The cool sheets against your hot skin made you shiver. You were completely bare now, exposed, your thighs already slick with anticipation.
Taehyung propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze raking over your body with the kind of hunger that made you feel worshipped. "Look at you," he breathed. "Already so wet. I can see the shine from here. You've been thinking about this too, haven't you? Thinking about touching yourself while I watch?"
"Yes," you admitted, your voice husky.
"Good." He shifted, turning to face you fully, his hand finally wrapping around the base of his cock. "Then let's not waste any more time. But we're going slow. I want to savor every second of this."
He started first, his fist sliding up the length of his shaft in a slow, deliberate motion, the skin stretching and glistening under the dim light. The sound a faint, wet as his hand worked his cock with practiced ease. He let out a low groan, his head tilting back, his eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before he forced them open again, locking onto yours.
"Your turn," he said, his voice strained. "Touch that pretty pussy for me."
Your hand drifted down, fingertips grazing your stomach, your hip, before finally slipping between your legs. The moment your fingers made contact with your slick folds, you let out a shuddering breath. You were so wet that your fingers slid easily, the soft, sticky sound of your own arousal filling the quiet room.
"That's it," Taehyung whispered, his strokes picking up pace just slightly. "Listen to that sound. That's the sound of you getting ready for me. Even though I'm not inside you, your body knows what it wants. Your pussy is begging for attention."
You circled your clit with two fingers, the pressure just right, and a soft moan escaped your lips. "God, Tae..."
"Don't hold back," he urged, his hand moving faster. "Let me hear you. I want to hear every wet, sloppy noise. I want to know exactly how it feels when you touch yourself. Tell me."
"It's so good," you gasped, your fingers working in a steady rhythm. "I'm so wet, I can feel it dripping down my fingers."
"I bet you taste amazing." His eyes were dark, almost black, his gaze fixed on the movement of your hand. "I can almost taste you from here. Sweet and salty and so fucking perfect. Don't stop, baby. Keep going. Let me see your fingers disappear inside you."
You pushed one finger inside yourself, then two, the slick sound deepening into a wet, squelching noise that echoed off the walls. Your hips lifted off the bed, chasing the sensation, and you let out a cry as your fingers curled, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
"Yeah, right there," Taehyung growled. "Fuck yourself for me. Make yourself feel good while I stroke this cock for you. Look at it." He angled his hips, showing you his fist sliding up and down his rock-hard length, the head swollen and purple, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that made his hand slide even easier. "I'm getting so hard watching you. I could come just from the sound of your pussy squelching around your own fingers."
The filth of his words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and your fingers moved faster, more desperate. Your breathing became ragged, tiny whimpers escaping with every exhale.
"Slow down," he said suddenly, his free hand reaching out to cover yours, stilling your movements. "Too soon. I told you, I want to stretch this. I want to see you build up and fall back down, over and over, until you're a trembling mess. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded, pulling your fingers out slowly, a string of slick connecting them to your pussy. You brought them to your lips, tasting yourself.
His breath hitched. "Fuck. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.".
"Tell me what you're thinking about," he said, his voice a low rasp.
"I'm thinking about your hand," you admitted, your fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit, not yet pressing down. "Watching it move. Watching your cock disappear into your fist over and over. I want to taste it."
He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're going to make me lose control. Keep talking. Tell me more."
"I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue," you continued, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to taste the salt and feel you twitch against my lips. I want to hear you moan my name while I suck you dry."
"Shit." His hand tightened around his cock, his strokes becoming more urgent despite his efforts to stay slow. "You're so fucking good at this. You know exactly what to say to make me insane."
You smirked, your fingers finally pressing down on your clit, rubbing in firm circles. A wet, slick sound rose from between your legs as your arousal coated your fingers and dripped onto the sheets.
"Listen," you whispered. "Listen to how wet I am for you. My pussy is dripping. It's making a mess."
Taehyung's eyes were glued to your hand, his breathing heavy. "I can hear it. It's the most beautiful sound in the world. Keep going, baby. Keep rubbing that little clit for me. Make it slick and swollen. I want to see it throbbing."
You shifted your hips, spreading your legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view. Your fingers moved faster, the sounds becoming sloppier, more desperate. A string of saliva-thick slick drooled from your pussy, catching the light.
"That's it," he praised, his voice raw with need. "You're doing so fucking well. Look at that, you're so wet you're practically making music. I love watching you touch yourself. I love seeing how your body responds. Your hips are already lifting, are you getting close?"
"A little," you admitted, your clit throbbing under your fingers. "But I want to wait. I want to do it together."
"Good girl." His hand slowed again, matching your pace. "We're going to come at the same time. I want to feel your eyes on me when I explode. I want to see you fall apart while I empty myself for you."
Your own hand was moving in a steady, circular motion, your fingers slick with your own juice. The sounds coming from between your legs were filling the entire room. You arched your back, your fingers dipping inside you again, gathering more lubrication, then returning to your clit.
"Tae, I need- " you started, but he cut you off.
"I know what you need." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You need to come. You need that release that's been building and building. But you're going to wait until I tell you. Until we're both ready. Can you do that? Can you hold off for me?"
"Yes," you breathed, but it was a lie. Your body was screaming for release, your clit aching, your thighs trembling.
"I see those little shudders," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're fighting it. Good. Keep fighting. Keep rubbing that soaking wet pussy. Keep your eyes on my cock. I want you to watch every inch of it as I stroke myself."
You obeyed, your gaze fixed on his fist sliding up and down his thick shaft, the way the skin glistened and the head disappeared into his grip, only to reappear, flushed and angry. You could see the tension in his arm, the way his abs clenched with every stroke.
"I'm so close," he admitted, his voice cracking. "God, the way you're looking at me... it's like you're fucking me with your eyes. I can feel it. I can feel your stare on my cock, and it's making me harder than anything else."
"Then let go," you urged, your own desperation bleeding into your voice. "Come for me, Tae. Let me see it."
He resumed his strokes, but this time he added a twist at the top of every upstroke, his thumb pressing into the slit of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that was now flowing freely. The sound deepened, a thick, wet soundthat made your mouth water.
"Listen to that," he said, his voice strained. "That's the sound of me losing my mind for you. Every drop of pre-cum is a thought of you. Every stroke is a prayer. I'm worshipping myself for you, baby, and it's the most fucking intimate thing I've ever done."
Your fingers were moving in a blur now, the wet sounds coming faster, louder, your breathing ragged. "Tae, please... I can't hold it much longer."
You let out a keening wail, your hips grinding into your hand as you circled your clit with desperate, frantic pressure. The sound was raw and needy, and it made Taehyung groan in response.
"Fuck, yes. That's it. That sound is going to push me over. Keep making those noises, baby. Let me know how much you need this."
"I need it," you gasped. "I need to come so bad."
"Lets cum together baby, are you ready?"
Your fingers slammed against your clit in wild, frantic circles, and a scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave of pure fire. Your body arched off the bed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your hand slick with the flood of cum that gushed from you, soaking your fingers and dripping onto the sheets.
At the same moment, Taehyung let out a guttural roar, his back bowing, his fist pumping furiously as his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot from the tip, landing on his stomach in hot, milky ribbons, pooling in the dip of his navel, sliding down his shaft as he milked every last drop. Each pulse of his climax made his body jerk, and his moans were raw, primal, animalistic.
For a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breaths and the wet, sticky noises of your bodies coming down from the high. You collapsed onto the pillows, your hand still resting between your legs, your cum cooling on your fingers. Taehyung lay beside you, his chest heaving, his stomach glistening with his own release.
He turned his head to look at you, a lazy, sated smile spreading across his face. "Fuck," he breathed. "That was... everything.
You couldn't speak. You just nodded, your lungs still burning, your body humming with aftershocks.
He reached out, his fingers finding yours, intertwining. "I loved watching you. Every sound, every twitch, every drop. You're so beautiful when you let go."
"And you," you managed, your voice hoarse. "I loved hearing you. The way you praised me, encouraged me... it made it so much better."
He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your slick knuckles, tasting your arousal without hesitation. "Next time, I want to watch you use a toy. But tonight... tonight was perfect."
You curled into his side, your sticky bodies pressing together, not caring about the mess. The room was filled with the lingering scent of sex, the memory of wet sounds, the echo of filthy words that had bound you together in a new, intimate way.
He kissed your forehead. "Thank you for trusting me with this."
"Always," you whispered, and let sleep pull you into a warm, contented darkness.
