(A/N: 1/7 of No Nut November! Feedback is appreciated :) also, I'm retiring the banners for now, it takes too long to get drabbles up when I'm spending like 20 minutes making them lol.)
Tae and you had a lot of sex.
Like, a lot. He found you irresistible, wanting you anywhere and anyhow you'd give yourself to him. He liked sneaking a hand up your dress under restaurant tables, pulling you into restrooms, sneaking away from nights out with friends just to go home to fuck. He liked you naked, all the time, in any position. His favorite were ones where you were exposed to him the most, thighs on either side of his face while he ate your pussy out from underneath or laying on your back with your knees pushed up and into your chest. You were even worse, barraging his phone with pictures of yourself with your fingers in your mouth and tits pushed together. You liked whispering in his ear while in public about how sexy he was, how perfect he was for you, how no one in the world fucked you like he did. You liked the way he was obsessed with you, it matched the level of adoration you had for him.
You moved in together and had insisted on christening not only the bedroom but every room in the house, even the balcony. It was excessive, the amount of sex the two of you had. Which is why when you jokingly brought up partaking in no nut November, you expected him to shoot you down.
"I've never heard of that," Taehyung said curiously, raising his eyebrows slightly, urging you to continue.
You explained the general premise- no orgasms for a month. It was simple, purposeless, and kind of depressing to think about.
"Let's do it." He said with finality, shaking his head softly. His fluffy brown hair moved on its own accord, flopping in front of his eyes for a moment before he pushed it back with a smile on his face. "It'll be like a social experiment."
You sat here now, five days later- pissed as hell. He glared at you from across the room, narrowing his eyes. This was his idea, how were you the bad guy for going through with it? You could practically read his mind, he wanted to break the bet. It's not like you didn't want the same, you could barely handle Taehyung just sitting there, legs spread open carelessly, eyes trained on you while his phone dangled in his hand. His long fingers dwarfed his cell, wrapped around it delicately.
"Hey, I'm horny." He said suddenly, shuffling towards you on the couch.
You snapped your eyes towards him, an unimpressed look on your face. He studied your expression, eyes glazing over the way your thighs pressed together, obviously. You cleared your throat, determined to stick to your guns. "We made a bet- first one to crack has to do the dishes for three months."
"You wouldn't make me do that," He said dubiously, "Would you?"
You smiled at Taehyung wolfishly, nodding your head. He groaned, flopping back on the couch before he came up with another idea- if you were going to hold him to the punishment- maybe he could get you to crack first. You had already glued your eyes back on your book, but he could see the tension in your body, your cheeks sucked in, the way you clutched the pages too tightly, the bouncing of your knee. All you needed was motivation.
"So, you don't want me to take my clothes off right now?" He pouted dramatically, hands fumbling with the edge of the shirt he had on. You did your best to ignore, but you wanted him- bad. "Not my shirt? Or my pants? You don't want to see me naked?"
He pulled his shirt off, inching towards you slowly, like you were a caged animal, ready to pounce at any moment. "You don't want my hands on you? You don't want me to kiss you? Don't you miss how soft my lips are- baby, it's been days and you won't even kiss me. You don't want me anymore? Just say the word and I'll stop."
You looked at him with wide eyes, unable to say anything at all. It would be a lie if you told him to stop now. He waited for you with bated breath and smirked when you said nothing, flicking the button of his pants undone.
"You don't want me to tell you what a perfect girl you are while I'm fucking into you? Don't you miss the way my cock feels inside you- I know you like it, you've told me a million times before. I miss the way you feel around me, so warm. You feel like home to me, baby. Don't you want to bring me home?"
You mouth was wet, salivating at the sight of Tae pushing his pants down his legs slowly, lifting his hips off the couch to take them off completely. He stood in front of you suddenly, clad in his just boxers and nothing else but a cocky look on his face, staring down at you like a god. He was a god, Adonis- no, Hades.
"Don't you want me to cum in you and tell you how gorgeous you look under me?" He asked simply, an astoundingly innocent look on his face. How did he look so innocent saying the dirtiest things? "Don't you want to fall asleep with me still in you? I promise to hold you for as long as you want afterwards, don't you want that?"
You didn't say anything, finding yourself nodding and then catching yourself- freezing at once.
"No- I hate doing the fucking dishes," You reminded yourself, "I can do this, but if you were to say you lost- I mean, I would be more than okay with that. We could do everything you're saying, I- I would be okay with that."
Taehyung frowned down at you, placing one hand by your head on the back of the couch before leaning down over you, mouth hovering above yours. You thought he was going to kiss you, to admit that he couldn't do this and that he gave up entirely. Instead, he pushed off of the couch with a sigh, cracking his neck sharply.
"You're lucky I don't like losing bets," He mumbled, eyes trained on your body. He clenched his jaw for a moment before shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Because I'm not touching you until you say you give up."
