bossa nova reverie.
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ | virgin! taehyung x fem! reader |
wc: 5664
summary : he’s the shy jazz singer at your local bar, and you just so happen to become intoxicatingly infatuated with him and his hands.
warnings: porn with no plot, fast burn, multiple orgasmic taehyung, pathetic taehyung, sub taehyung, soft dom reader, shy taehyung, fingering, finger sucking/ and or licking, taehyung starts crying, male overstimulation, devotion, harsh and foul languages, smut of course, fluff,
a/n: coming from someone who’s deeply in love with his hands, you bet i’ve been dying to write this for some time now. funny enough, though, i’m down for making the male dom’s but idk… shy men really do something to my heart. so, here goes my girls who know what they want and get it. hard.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ─ Your friends told you to come for the "experience" to "get out of the house", to "just hangout with us for tonight, we really want you."
You agreed. You remember the look on their face as you nodded, with brows drawn together and lips barely titled downwards in a worrisome frown - you knew it all, you knew they thought you were being hesitant.
But, truth be told, you were itching to go out.
Work had aten your ass lately, and it had barely left you any time to relax your feet no matter how bad the arches ached. Your eyes burned late at night, begging for a rest and to feel the satisfaction of slumber and no more drowning in the blue light of your computer screen.
You had this weekend off, much to your delight. You knew it would be best lie down, to feel that rest you've been craving for weeks on end. But that same body of yours itched to socialize. To go out and stain your tastebuds with liquor and laugh so hard with your friends your stomach turned taut.
Your body is ruined anyways. Going against rest wouldn't do it any harm.
"I'm fine," you had reassured them. They still looked hesitant, and your eyes were still basking in faint, dark circles. "I've been praying to go out soon. If I don't show up, that's loser activity from me."
"Meet us at Nova's at nine," They gave you a faint smile before walking away.
Multiple hours later, when the sky had bled into soft pinks and purples, you changed into a quick, short dress and stepped out of your apartment into the busy nighttime streets. Distant car honks and chatters had echoed off the tall buildings and you let yourself smile, ready to finally relieve the weighted stress that's pressing down your shoulders for these past few weeks.
By the time you pushed open the heavy wooden doors of Nova's, smooth jazz was already vibrating through the soles of your shoes, thrumming a low beat that drowned out the last remnants of work static in your brain.
Your friends were already stalked out at the bar, a stampede of empty glasses and bright grins cut through the dim, amber-lit haze. You noticed Maya first, who was shouting to get another shot from the overworked bartender.
"She actually decided to come!" Celine shouted, pulling you down onto the tall, leather stool and immediately thrusted a heavy crystal glass beaded with condensation into your hands. "My girl, are you okay? Not too tired?"
"I am just happy I can head out with you guys," you giggled, reaching out to take a quick sip from your glass. The alcohol burned the edges of your throat and you hummed in delight. The heavy weight on your shoulders had lift for just a fraction, traded for the chatter of your friends and the hazy, smoke-kissed air of the club.
For the next hour, you let yourself drown in it. You laughed until your ribs ached, your eyes watering as you got into a kindhearted argument with Maya about your work. Your exhaustion was still there, sadly so, but the liquor and your nice friends numbed the edges.
Around ten, the ambient chatter of the main room began to shift. The loud, overplayed music abruptly faded out, replaced by a low murmur from the crowd near the stage. A lukewarm halo casted over the small stage cornered by a brick wall. A sleek grand piano sat waiting in the center, its polished surface catching the amber glow.
Celine grabbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin as her bright eyes glistened under the lights. "Oh, you're going to love this! The music is changing to a simple playlist to a live hearing!"
You raised a brow. "Is that so?"
"Ah, it's Taehyung Kim," the bartender, a man in his early thirties smirked from behind the counter. He shook a mixture of liquor in his metal tumbler, the sound of ice swirling cutting through your attention. "He comes here a lot on the weekends. Dude has an amazing voice, I'll tell you that."
Faint clapping came from the small crowd ahead of the stage, caused by the appearnce of a tall, blonde man you had never seen before. His cheeks were stained coral, the flush flowing down the sharp of his neck as he sat himself down on a couch, clutching his microphone hard enough his knuckles were ghostly. A few background singers walked in after him, taking a seat behind his fidgetly presence.
The overhead amber light caught the soft, fluffy strands of his blonde hair, highlighting the delicate slope of his nose and the faint and nervous tremor in his long fingers as they hovered over his bobbing lap. His bottom lip sat bitten between his mouth, the corners of his flesh tilted into a slight downward.
Soft, uneven eyes flickered to the smiling crew behind him and he gave a small nod before opening the heart shape of his lips. The bone in his throat bobbed, almost like he was nervous, as he started to hum along to the jazzy undertones under his voice.
He sounded deep and velvety, a voice dropped down of honey from heaven itself. You almost felt like you could feel his voice in your body, settling straight in your marrow.
But what truly captured your gaze, or, what held it captive - was his hands.
Long, elegant fingers gripped onto the obsidian of his microphone with a combination of immense strength and agonizing gentleness. The veins on the back of his hands stood out sharply under the amber stage lights, tracing the subtle tension in his frame. For someone who looked so scared and shy, he sung very well.
You found yourself crossing one leg over the other, leaning over the wood of the bar until your elbows were pressed into the cool. You were completely transfixed by the way his hands just... existed, and how such an art fit so well on a defined look of all of him.
Beside you, Celine nudged your shoulder, whispering something into your ear, but her voice was nothing more than simple, ignorable noise.
When the song finally drifted into a soft, lingering silence, the club shifted into applause. Taehyung immediately shrank back, his shoulders curving inward as he offered a small and adorably awkward bow, quickly pulling his hands into his lap like they burned him.
His signing went on and on.
And you the realization that you not only wanted him, but his hands... had churned your stomach, on and on.
But when he eventually ended his stage, the background singers bowing and him smiling shyly at the crowd, you had already one goal echoing through your mind.
Feel those fingers.
Barely any time had passed before you watched, heart beating widely as he vanished behind the curtains. You turned toward your friends, gathering your purse to the side of your body.
"I'm gonna head out, might be back." You said to them with a smile. "I'm going shy boy hunting."
They smiled back at you like they knew exactly who you were looking for. "Go ahead. Have fun."
You slipped away from the tall stool you sat on, navigating your way through the back booths and headed towards the narrow corridor where he disappeared.
The air back there was cooler. Flickering lights sat above the empty room, glistening off a row of instruments that sat untouched. You were sure the place would've been empty if you hadn't spot a faint, scared glimpse of movement.
Blonde hair caught your vision and you noticed him, humming quietly under his breath as he packed up his microphone and wallet in a tan, cheap crochet bag covered in music note stitchings. The last of his backup singers disappeared out the back door, leaving a sliver of moonlight until the door sealed shut.
When you walked closer, Taehyung froze instantly, his long, delicate fingers hovering over the strap of his crochet bag as if he had been caught doing something forbidden.
Slowly, he turned around, his wide, doe-like eyes blinking in the dim light. The flush on his cheeks returned instantly, spreading down his neck, and he pressed his back slightly against the edge of the table as if looking for a way to melt into the brick wall behind him.
"O-Oh," he mumbled and you almost melted right there. His voice was even softer up close. He looked down, his gaze nervously tracing the floor between you before looking back. "The show's over. If you're looking for the exit, or the bar, it's back that way."
You glanced down at his hands, dragged a bottom lip between your teeth, before looking back at his avoidant eyes.
"No, No, I'm not looking for that." You took a slow step forward, not missing the way his breath hitched. "I was actually interested in you, believe it or not."
His eyes flickered up to meet yours.
"I like your hands."
And boom, his blush immediately got ten times worse. You watched as his underlip slightly trembled, almost as fast as his slender fingers.
"What?"
"And your face too. Don't get me wrong, you're very adorable."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply as his large, expressive hands instantly clenched into awkward fists at his sides, as if he suddenly didn't know what to do with them now that they weren't safely hidden.
"You..." He stammered, his soft voice cracking just a fraction on the single syllable. "I... thank you."
You wondered if he wanted to bolt or melt into the floorboards.
"I mean it... Taehyung," and the mention of his name made him choke on his spit. "I listened to you out there. You completely owned that room. The least I can do is be honest about why I followed you."
"That's... nice," He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair, messing the strands up even further, his fingers trembling ever so slightly against his scalp. "Not like I don't get compliments, I do get compliments. A-a lot, but still, it's a nice thing to hear. That was nice. And sweet. Thank you."
You took a step closer, closing the safe boundary he kept between the two of you. The sweet scent of his cologne - something woody and rain kissed - drifted over you, completely intoxicating.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't even asked your name," he said quietly, looking down at you. "That was rude of me.."
"Y/n," you kept yourself calm, even though your insides were blazing up a needy storm. "And you're not being rude. There's no need to worry."
His lashes fluttered down, the soft hairs setting softly against the high bone of his cheek. He swallowed hard, so hard you could hear the faint click.
"...Pretty name," he whispered. "Very."
His eyes couldn't stay on one spot. To your shoulders, the ground, line of instruments, and back to your eyes - you realized then that he was avoiding one spot; the thin of your dress over your breasts. Nipples aching through the fabric, needy for the man who acted like a scared mouse under your gaze.
You hummed and took a step closer.
"I'm sorry. I knew to keep myself braless just in case someone like you showed up," you murmured. "And look where we are..."
He choked. Loudly.
"Y-You... ah-"
"You can look at them, Y'know. You don't have to be respectful, I don't care at all. I want your pretty eyes on me at all times, Taehyung."
Pupils trembling, lashes barely hanging onto a droplet of a salty, desperate tear - his gaze settled down to your dress as you took a step closer.
"Do you like them?" You asked.
He hummed, realized he did, then froze. "I-I didn't... I don't-"
"You're hard, Taehyung."
His hands shot down, knuckles ghostly white as he tugged the brown bagginess of his shirt over his jeans. His shirt just barely reached the edge of the visible lump pulsing in his pants before he gave up with a small cry.
"I'm sorry-"
You reached out, your hands sliding up to gently cup his face. His skin was warm, and you felt him instantly freeze up under your touch, his breath hitching hard in his throat.
"I'm very intrigued by you, Taehyung, do you know that?" You hummed, sliding the pad of your thumb against the coral flush. "Maybe more than intrigued..."
He was shaking.
"You can move away, hon. I won't ever stop you."
"Oh, ah-" he shuddered, lips slightly smiling at the permission you had handed him. But he hadn't moved. Not even a single inch. "I'm... ah, okay. I don't... want- to."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Good. I have a deal for you, hun, and before I speak about it - you should know I wouldn't be disappointed at all if you decline. Okay? A simple no and everything will be fine."
The bone his his throat bobbed.
Your other hand reached out, snaking around his neck. Your arms were now fully straddling his flushed head as he looked down at you, trembling like he were to die.
"Let me feel your hands, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me." You said gently, raising yourself on your toes to cause your breath to fan over his cheek. "You like the idea, hm?"
You watched as his body gave a full reaction, body freezing in a tense so hard it was as if he were electrocuted. He blushed even harder, pupils slightly dilating.
"Oh... that's..."
"A no?"
"No-" he said quickly, then choked. "No, as in no to your no. I... it's an acceptation, actually. As long as it's okay with you, ah, but I might be... embarrassing."
His long, sensitive fingers - the same ones that had just commanded an entire room of strangers - hovered uncertainly at his sides before one of his hands came up, instinctively resting over your wrist as if to anchor himself.
You felt your stomach churn, along with a squeeze in your frantic heart. "You're cute."
Taehyung let out a shaky, disbelieving breath, a nervous little huff that ended in a quiet laugh.
"Can I... kiss you?" You asked, curling your fingers in to glide your nail against his cheek.
Taehyung froze completely, the air leaving his lungs in a harsh gasp. His wide eyes darted from your lips straight up to your gaze, searching for any hint of hesitation. You felt him grow hot under you, along with a thunder hammering in his chest.
Instead of answering with words, his hands - which had been hovering uncertainly at your wrists - slid upward, his long, trembling fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck like an anchor.
"Okay..." he fluttered his eyes shut. "Y-Yes.”
Your grasp around his head tightened as you titled your head up further, lips parting as you collided them against his trembling flesh. He was completely frozen, yet a warm and cinnamon tasting sweetness that had your body swaying on your own toes, completely breathless.
You hummed into his mouth, sliding your tongue into his mouth to glide against his, all raw and clumsily, leaving the shaking man to whimper quietly under your grasp. You smirked against him, inching yourself closer until you were pressed right against his frame.
That's when you felt him.
The erection you saw moments earlier, just this time poking roughly into your lower stomach, the roughness of his needs twitching under you in a harsh jolt, and yet another whimper had placed into your mouth.
You moaned a soft noise into the kiss, your fingers tightening against his jaw to pull him even closer, his cock sliding against your body. He gave a full body shudder, one you almost believed was painful for him, until his hands reached out again to hold gently around your waist.
You pulled away, lips glistening under the flickering light.
"Sit down on that couch."
He didn't give a single second to spare. He gave you a tiny nod before scrambling over toward the black, leather couch, sinking his body onto the cushion with a nervous sigh. You followed after him, sound of your heels clinking against the tile almost beating over the sound of his heavy, frantic breathing.
You pried his legs open, heat swallowing your senses as you reached out to grab ahold of his trembly hands. Your thumb brushed over the strongest vein, the hard edges of his skin blurring the corners of your vision.
"Has anyone ever told you that you've got the most desirable hands?" You titled your head, inching his tense fingers to your face. "Or begged to be fingered? To feel your slim fingers slide into their body? To have your trembles play with every single nerve?"
He lowered his head until a curtain of his fluffy blonde hair swept over his asymmetrical, doe eyes, completely shielding himself from the desire you kept swarm in your gaze. His ears were beat red, desire or embarrassment.
"N-No," he admitted. "I've never..."
"Fingered?" You concluded.
He nodded. Faintly.
"Have you ever had sex, hon?" You dropped his left hand onto your cheek, bathing in the way his skin felt against yours.
He shook his head, his eyes sewn shut.
"Hm... why?"
He shrugged, his fingers kneading absentmindedly against your cheek. "Too... shy."
"And yet you can sing on stage?"
"It's... different," he replied, his voice breaking in the last syllable. "Really different."
"Can you tell me so?" You asked, tilting your head closer to his grasp as you brought the pad of his fingers to the swell of your lip. He gasped, the sound quiet when your tongue brushed against the honey of his skin.
"O-Oh, well... - what are you-" he whimpered, hips locking into nothing when you slid his index finger into your mouth, his digit stretching past the flesh of your cheek.
You slightly hollowed your cheeks in, urging him to continue.
"R-Right. Ah, when it comes to intimacy... it feels like an act where you share your most vulnerable moments with someone-"
You slid his middle finger past your lips, tongue swirling around the point where you felt a part of his vein throb just as hard as the erection beating in his pants.
"...And most women, they like it when the men... w-well... I guess are the opposite of me."
You slid his fingers down further until he felt the softness of the edge of your tongue. You gagged around his hand, and he flinched, ready to back away but you held his hand in place.
"...And on stage... I guess, stage is just a mask of who someone is. On stage, I-I can take a deep breath in, sing, and earn money to keep me eating-"
A slight nibble to his skin. An intake of his breath.
"...I can show my best talents to others even when my insides are being burned apart."
You hummed, removing his fingers from you with a wet plop. You watched him watch his fingers, taut skin shuddering under the glistening lights as you pulled out the thick of his thumb.
"Press down on my tongue, okay?" You said softly, keeping your eyes fixed on his as you slid his thumb past your lips.
As you expected, his motion was shaky when he applied pressure to your throat, but it was perfect in the most lewd way it had you moaning against his hand. Your tongue swirled where he applied his weight, hollowing your cheeks in until it took the breath away from your throat.
He replied with a low vibrancy noise, a sob mixed with a whimper, that had swam through the air and settled like honey onto your skin. His ears were bright red and you never so badly wanted to nibble the color away.
You set a simple, slow motion sucking on his finger, skin tightening under you. His breathing became irregular, but still soft and comfortable enough to lead you to keep going.
He closed his eyes, leaning his body back further against the couch cushion. You moved further between his legs, fully hard erection dangerously close to your stomach as you stared up at him with half-hooded eyes, tracking your gaze on the constellation of moles over his skin.
"Open your eyes," you stopped sucking to breathe, other hand inching closer to his abdomen. "Look straight into my eyes and I'll rub your cock, okay? Do you want that?"
His eyes fluttered open, lashes fluttering like broken wings. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the couch cushions dipping under his weight as he leaned back further, his chest heaving harshly.
Your hand inched closer across the taut skin of his abdomen, and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard. "Keep looking at me."
Your fingers finally reached the straining fabric of his pants, cupping the hard length of his cock through the material and feeling it twitch and throb under your palm. He was overly hard already, the outline thick and insistent with a damp spot of precum soaking through as you rubbed slowly.
His hips jerked involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping his lips that vibrated through the air like the earlier sob, and you pressed your stomach closer, letting the head of his erection nudge against your skin.
His eyes stayed fixed on yours, though they were wavered with shy hesitation, pupils dilating as you increased the pressure just enough to make him gasp.
His thighs clenched around you, free hand that wasn't thrusting into your mouth clenching the leather cushion beside him until the leather creaked.
"Does that feel good?" You whispered, leaning in to breathe his words over his fingers glistening with your saliva.
Your other hand worked to drag his zipper down with agonizing slowness.
The sound of the metal teeth parting filled the space between you, occupied with his nervous gasping. Your hand slipped inside, skin meeting the heat of his cock. He let out a choked moan that made your own pussy clench in anticipation.
"I want you to finger me first," you ordered.
His eyes grew wide, the single freckle in his eye glistening under unshed tears. "W-What? I-I don't know h-how..."
"And I will guide you through," you said softly, leaning in to kiss a vein on his hand. "You remember the deal, don't you? It includes me feeling your hands in me, not in my mouth."
"It won't please you... I-I don't know what to do-"
"It will. Taehyung." Your eyes narrowed. "It really will. Trust me."
"M'kay," he nodded, eyes glistening. "I'll... do it."
"Good boy," you said softly, inching your body upwards so you were straddling his lap. Erection slid past your thigh and he gasped, hips bucking until the damp of your panties glide against his tan jeans.
You brought his hand down your silky dress, leaving his finger pads soft against your skin when you inched it down to your heat. You placed your hand over his, forcing him to palm you through the dampness.
"Hook your fingers around the fabric," you ordered and he did, slender fingers moving in a hesitancy, gasping loudly when he made contact with your bare pussy. Your arousal coaxed his fingers just like how you wanted, mixing through his fingers like he'd done this before. "Glide your middle finger through my pussy."
He swallowed hard, whole body shaking but eyes undeniably determined as he slowly glide his digit up your folds. You gasped and arched your body closer to his hand in a slow, desperate hump.
"That good," you said breathlessly, lips parted. "Reach up further, do you feel that? My throbbing mess. I need you to rub it, okay? Rub it until you can see me spiraling for you, hon."
He nodded, staring straight at you as his fingers stopped right at your clit, applying a hard enough pressure to leave you moaning into the air. Arousal drenched in the tip of his finger, he listened to your instructions and started to rub slow, agonizing circles.
"This good?" He asked, his voice quivering.
"Perfect," you whimpered, buckling your hips harder against his hand. "Continue that."
And he did, fingers far from steady but pressured enough to blur the corners of your vision with a white, hot flash.
His cock jerked violently in your grip, pulling you down harder onto his exploring touch. Your wet sounds echoed in the air as you got his fingers wet completely, his cock throbbing hard like it might burst completely.
His fingers faltered for a second under the slick pressure of your clit, but you rocked your hips down further to force that trembling finger to grind against the swollen nub.
"Push it in," you breathed, voice ragged as you tightened your fist around the base of his cock and giving it a slow, twisting stroke that milked him through. "Slide your middle finger into my cunt, Taehyung - feel how tight and wet I am for you."
His breath stopped, eyes locked on yours with a mix of terror and hunger, and he obeyed. He thrust the single finger up until the tip reached your entrance with a plop.
Your walls fluttered greedily around the feeling, clenching hot and slick as he sank knuckle deep, the stretch making your thighs quake on each side of his lap.
You moaned low in your throat, grinding down to take him deeper. "That's it - curl it, feel that spongy spot inside? Make me feel good."
You stroked a long pull on his cock, the veins tensing with every deliberate twist you gave him. He whimpered, hips jerking upward so the head of his dick nudged against the underside of your hand, leaving a sticky trail of precum across your skin.
"Oh god - it's so warm... so fucking wet," he gasped, voice cracking as he curled the finger experimentally, rubbing against your inner walls in a clumsy but eager rhythm.
Your strokes sped up just a fraction, working his leaking cock as his finger pumped in and out of your pussy.
"Add another," you urged, burying your face into his neck as you guided his free hand to your hip for leverage. "Two fingers. Stretch me while you rub my clit with your thumb."
He hummed in the same gasp as a whimper, the second finger sliding in with a delicious burn. Your thighs tightened, mind reeling, his thumb reaching out to circle around your swollen throb.
And he begun to curl his two fingers inside of you along with the torturous rubbing he gave your clit. You bit into his neck with a cry, rolling your hips forward to chase the burning stretch his fingers had gave you.
"That's it," you gasped, fastening the desperate hump of your hips. "Continue that, ah-"
"Oh-" he choked, buckling his cock harder into the pump of your fist. "I-I can't."
"Can't what?"
"I don't... know," he stuttered, lower lips quivering. "I've never felt this... good. F-Fuck."
You kept your hips at a fast motion, lips open as you chased the tight knot forming tight in your lower stomach. Your legs shook against his, who was too whimpering like crazy.
His head fell back against the couch, a single tear rolling down his cheek. And before you could know, a loud noise came from his mouth along with the spill of hot, thick fluid webbing through your fingers.
The feeling had your body locking, hips jerking with one single last thrust. The knot tore roughly, electrocuting shockwaves throughout your whole frame as a load of your come soaked through your panties and his fingers.
You crawled off his lap but continued your harsh twists and pumps all over the trembling thickness of his cock. His body convulsed again, a bead of sweat crawling down his temple as yet another release jerked out of his cock.
You brought your lips to his length, tongue out to gather his release and swallow down the desperate airway of your throat. His arousal trailed down your chin and down the valley of your breast, mixing with the coldness of the room.
"A-ah, Y/n-" he cried out, tears spilling out his cheeks when you flickered your tongue over the swollen head. He was squirming under your touch, unable to stay still as your mouth sunk down his weight full. "N-No, Y-Yes, I... o-oh, please..."
He was sobbing under you.
You continued to taste him, his fluids staining your throat as you curled your tongue around the hard edge of his veins. He cried and whimpered louder and louder, his cock twitching in a warning for yet another third release.
You hollowed your cheeks in, bobbing your head up and down before placing a salty kiss to his head. "I-I can't..." he warned before crying out, his cock giving a harsh jolt as yet another load swallowed down your throat.
You backed away from his length, a line of saliva mixed with arousal snapping between your mouth until it fell on your chin. You watched him cry with soft eyes, sticking your tongue out to lick the salt off your lips.
"Can you take more, hon? Or do you want to stop?"
His eyes closed roughly for a second, a small hiccup coming from him, before opening again. He looked back into your eyes, cheeks stained with tears.
"What do y-you mean?"
You reached out to grab ahold of his hands, sliding the rough palms under your dress until they were cupping over your breasts.
"Do you want me to continue by riding your thick cock? Fucking you and taking away your virginity?"
He shuddered, then nodded. Fastly.
"I want more," he admitted.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded. Again.
"I need to hear you fully say it."
"I want to feel you. Please. I want you to ride me, be my first ever e-experience."
"Good," you smiled, placing a lingering kiss on his sweaty temple as you pushed your panties down your thighs, his hands still squeezing your breasts. You hovered yourself until his tip touched the mess of your entrance, leaving the both of you mewling until you lowered down.
The stretch was immaculate. It burned and pained, but everything about him inside of you felt perfect. You rolled yourself further down, chasing the way he whimpered and twitched inside of you, the hard of his cock swelling until every inch in you was burned.
"Fuck, stretch me perfectly, hon," you placed your hands over his, prompting him to give a tiny squeeze to your breast. And once he was settled, cock fully hard inside of you again, that's when you started to give a slow roll of your hips.
Slow, deliberate at first. A friction that was good enough to leave him crying again, but not too harsh to send him over the edge.
The feel of him inside of you made every feeling of your nerves twist and pull. Your thighs and face were on fire, along with the heat of his hands kneading your breast, thump reaching out to twist and pull at your nipple.
You fastened your pace, every harsh bounce stabbing a moan from your throat. He was sobbing but held you tighter, pushing you down impossibly harder onto his cock. The swollen head battered against your cervix in a relentless pace that made your inner walls flutter and spasm.
"Fuck, Taehyung, your cock feels like heaven," you moaned, voice ragged as you leaned forward to grind your clit against the base of his length while his hands clung desperately to your breasts.
Lean fingers sunk into the soft flesh as his thumbs rolled and pinched your stiff nipples, twisting just enough to draw sharp gasps from your lips while his own mouth hung open in a silent gasp of overwhelming sensation. He whimpered beneath you, hips rolling up to meet every bounce desperately to make him go deeper.
"It's too good," he spluttered, tears staining the loose collar of his shirt. "F-Fuck. Ah-"
Your hips rolled in sync with one another, rhythm tight to chase the sensation the both of you were drowning hard under. His cock swelled deeper and deeper, a warning that he might finish with every single bounce of your body.
And as the sensation went on and his inability to keep himself still, you knew all too well you were both close to finishing. You sped up your paste so you could finish before him, painful knot trembling your thighs finally breaking as hot strings coated all around him a sudden wave of you cries.
The feeling sent him over the edge and his rolls had gone sloppy, mouth a whimpering mess, and you rolled yourself off of him before he could finish in you. You ended it off by kissing him on the jolting tip, a new, fresh wave of come splashing all over your lips once again.
You licked him clean until he grew soft under you.
Breath still ragged, face still flowing like a vulnerable river of tears - Taehyung stared at you with half hooded eyes as you kissed him through everything.
What was going to happen after this?
You didn't know. You weren't one to do one night stands, and he definitely wasn't one to be doing that either.
But, you watched as his shoulders served as a shell for his flushed face again, hiding under his shyness like he hadn't just gave the last free part of him to you.
"I... uh-" he started but couldn't bring himself to talk.
"Are you free tomorrow?" You asked, gently zipping his jeans back over his ruined length.
He swallowed a hard click, then nodded.
"Good. Five at the restaurant just next door...I'll see you then?"
"Okay," he smiled, an adorable boxy scrunch of his cheeks that had you swooning all over again. "See you then."
