tae + 3 🥺
3. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget you ever even met that asshole.” + taehyung
psst, i skipped a few just bc i love u mara!!!
You groan as Taehyung delves into your heat with no restraint, tongue invading the scorching wet walls and nose rubbing on your bud as if he meant for it to happen. Perhaps he did but who were you to say? You just met him.
“You taste just as good as I thought you would, baby,” he compliments, “With such a sweet face, I’m not surprised.”
You just nod your appreciation, biting back another pathetic sound when his fingers thrust inside your eager pussy and reach that spot with ease. Your body molds to his control and at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you.
When he brings his face to yours, you realize it’s the first time you’ve really studied his features. How horrible was it for you to just pick any face from the crowd downstairs? To drag this boy who believes your soul is as sweet as your face when you’re just the opposite.
“Something’s wrong,” he notices, “Do you not want this anymore? We can stop.”
“N-No,” your voice betrays you with a crack, “you’re just... you’re so handsome. It caught me off guard.”
“You’re crying.”
You wipe at your tears before you even know they fall, goddamn it all.
“Talk to me,” he whispers, genuine in the fact that he’d listen to all your heart’s sorrows and lock them up so you’d never have to see them again. He kisses your cheek softly, something he’s been aching to do since he saw your eyes, sad and distant. Even at a party.
“He cheated on me,” is all you can manage. You wrap your arms around his neck, the statement lifting tension off your shoulders now that it was out in the open. You could say it over and over again to lessen the pain, but Taehyung does the rest for you.
“I understand. If you really want this, I’ll do it for you. And you won’t have to see me again if you don’t like.” What an angel you’ve ran yourself into. Then you must be the devil herself.
“Please. I’m sorry.”
Despite his kindness, a fire in his eyes strike and a smirk scrawls itself on his perfectly carved face. He only needs one hand to wrestle his cock out of its confines while the other pushes you gently so you can land on the bed.
In an instant, he’s the epitome of ungodly lust. How he towers over your body with hair like a blueberry flame and lips a bitten rouge. He was no angel, and he was here to collect your sins.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget you ever even met that asshole.”
He kisses you without an ounce of pity, taking you for himself in the means that you’d be satisfied from it. His hands grip your hair, your waist, your breasts, anything that he can touch and fondle so he can remember you. His feverish actions bewilder you, your brain programmed only to Taehyung and every move he makes.
When he drags the head of his member against the inside of your thigh, a vicious shiver racks your body. You can faintly see the silhouette of his member through the darkness of his room before he begins to push into you, no indication whatsoever of how much of a stretch you have to endure.
You don’t know if you mewl in pain or pleasure, both intermixed and completely differentiated with one another. Once he’s to the hilt, he scoops an arm underneath your back and holds you in place like a doll, adjusting ever so slightly before ramming into you with all of his force.
“Ah! T-Taehyung, oh my god—,” you yell.
“I stick to my word, darlin’,” he chuckles darkly before repeatedly slamming into your core with precise movements. He knows where to aim and when to slow down; when to kiss you and when to watch as your eyes roll to the back of your skull in absolute euphoria.
This man was made for this, you think. He was put on this earth just so he could fuck you on this particular night. All of your other thoughts vanish, replaced with an urge to wrap yourself around broad Taehyung and scream his name for all to hear.
He rolls into you brutishly, his deep throaty grunts enough to push you over the edge in a wet, whining mess.
“Taehyung, Tae, you can cum inside,” you huff, back aching from arching so sharply and squirming uncomfortably at the expense of being overly stimulated (you never even believed that was possible before him).
“Fuck,” he growls, sitting up slightly to watch your pussy suck him in a few more times before burying himself once more and draining all he had.
His skin and hair, now sweaty, gleam in the dark room. You can’t recall ever meeting anyone this beautiful or meeting anyone so talented in the Art of Fucking.
“Well?” he dares to ask, “Are you feeling better?”
“I’d like to see you again.”
