Flicker | KTH
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Neighbor!Taehyung Genre: Smut/Fluff, Neighbor AU Word Count: 7K Rating: M (18+) Summary: A storm is on the horizon and you’ve lost your house keys. Always a gentleman; your charming neighbor Kim Taehyung with the cute smile lets you wait in his apartment with a steaming mug of tea and a few surprises along the way. Warnings: Dirty talk, oral sex (M & F), fingering (F), big dick!tae, size kink, shibari rope bondage, restraints, dom!tae, sub!reader, lewd imagery, shooting porn basically(?), masturbation (M), ejaculation (M & F), squirting, unprotected sex, raw penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum fetish.
“It’s freezing cold out here, Y/n.” Your next-door neighbor Taehyung calls from his open kitchen window. He’s casually leaning against the frame with a hot mug in his hand. “Looks like it's about to rain, too.” He motions to the sky and takes a sip from the mug.
A thick bank of fog coats the horizon and inches closer by the minute. The heavy air barrels through tall-standing trees and shakes sticky pine needles to the ground. Daylight settles to a deep purple dusk, reflected in the darkening clouds above. A calm winter breeze nips the tip of your pink nose and you raise your hand to warm it gently.
It’s the first cold day of the year and you’re chilled straight to the bone. You were running late this morning and slipped on a simple cardigan over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, finished with some ballet flats. You were fine getting to work, but cursed your past self the moment you stepped out of the office. The walk home was incredibly brisk and all you could think about was getting inside your cozy apartment and snuggling under a thick blanket.
You fumble in your purse to find your house key but come up empty. Featherlight mist flits in the air and lands gently on your face and sticks to your eyelashes. You blink away the tiny droplets and curse under your breath.
Taehyung leans forward slightly, his broad shoulders brushing against the window frame to get a good look at you. His kind eyes flick from your worried face and back to your purse. “Cutie, everything okay?”
The wind kicks up and draws a shiver down your spine. You kneel on your front step and empty your purse out, hurriedly picking through the random mess to find your ring of keys. You let out a frustrated huff and look up at your neighbor.
“Locked myself out.” You shake your head and mutter expletives while shoving everything back into your purse.
“Again?”
You grip the edges of your cardigan to wrap around your torso tightly, but the wind continues to wisp through the thin fabric. “Again,” you reply and roll your eyes at your own stupidity. The keyring is probably sitting on your desk at the office, already closed and locked up for the weekend.
Taehyung takes another sip from his mug to hide the small smile forming on his lips. This is the fourth or fifth time he’s witnessed you lock yourself out of your own apartment. Like clockwork, he’d leave his windowsill to keep you company while you wait for your roommate to arrive, but he doesn’t move from his cozy kitchen window this time.
“Babe…” He sighs.
“I know, I know.” You look up at him expectantly, waiting for his response with the biggest and most pathetic doe eyes.
He presses a small smile against the steaming mug in his hand.
“I could make you a drink. You know, while you wait?” His eyes tentatively skim your damp and rosy face as your eyes light up at the suggestion.
“Are you inviting me inside, Tae?” This is a first. You smile back at him and tug your sweater to tightly wrap around your curves.
“It would be rude of me not too.” He rests his elbow in the palm of his hand and lifts the mug to glide softly against his pursed lips before taking in another sip. You don’t miss how his tanned neck constricts as he drinks. The column of his throat tightening, rippling his Adam's apple to bob slightly. His shoulders relax, drawing your eyes to his defined collarbone at the ridge of his black v-neck.
“How very neighborly of you,” you quip with a small bow.
A shiver runs up your spine as Tae bends to sit on the large windowsill and motions you closer. “Am I being neighborly?” He asks. His heated hand caresses your jaw and draws your chin up to look at him.
“Y-yes,” you reply timidly. He always catches you by surprise like this; friendly and coy one minute, then, mysterious and rapturing.
“Just doing my part as the unofficial yet basically official neighborhood watch.” He leans forward and dips his head out of the window to get a little closer, the heat of his breath dancing mid-air. “Am I also trying to get you alone in my apartment while Namjoon and Jimin are out of town?”
Your eyes grow wide and you smile even wider. Heat builds rapidly in your veins; you find it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of his hand on your cheek. The warmth lingers even after he pulls away. “Where did they go?” You reply, trying to hide your blush.
“Business trip.” Taehyung tongues the corner of his mouth and nibbles his bottom lip for just a moment. “They left this morning.” He gives you a signature wink and polishes off his drink in one gulp. “The door is unlocked, Y/n.”
Your heart begins to pound in your chest as he stands and disappears from his window.
Playful banter with your neighbor Taehyung was always present, from flirty questions to suggestive compliments. But it was mostly harmless, primarily due to the fact that the two of you were never truly alone. In fact, he rarely left his apartment, often greeting you from his kitchen window while you shuffled to your front door after a long day. He’d toss out a silly one-liner or random fact to grab your attention, which wasn’t hard when he looked at you with his piercing dark eyes and spoke in a rich baritone.
Last week he casually leaned against the window and asked ‘Did you know skin has at least five different receptors that respond to pain and touch?’ You shook your head and laughed. His arm extended out the window to take your hand in his, which you willfully obliged. The heat from his palm electrified your skin with tingly goosebumps. ‘Feel that?’ He asked. You nodded slowly, allowing his smooth skin to warm you. ‘Thermoreceptors sense a shift in temperature.’ He said calmly as his dark eyes drank you in wantonly. You stared at his bronze chiseled face as he spoke passionately and brushed your knuckles softly with the pad of his thumb.
The teasing built up like this for months. A flirtatious remark, a seductive glance, and lately, a brush of skin. You wanted each other, that much was clear, but neither of you took it farther than public fawning, almost reveling in the chase.
However, today, that was going to change.
You pad up his walkway and onto the front doorstep. When you click open his front door, you hear him rustling in the kitchen; a hot water kettle comes to life with a faint hiss.
“Come inside, make yourself at home! I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay!” You call back.
You drift in towards the sound of light classical music and a crackling fireplace and shrug off your cardigan and slip off your flats to dry. You hurriedly warm your hands to reignite some feeling in your fingertips.
The soft piano on the mantle speakers plays slow and beautiful. Humming along quietly, you notice a collection of framed photos that run along the mantle at one end. Each photo seems to be carefully selected to tell a greater story, mixing vast landscapes, busy city streets and artistic portraits of the boys, family, and friends you haven’t met. A smile spreads across your lips at a black and white photo of Taehyung and Jimin cradling a small dog in both their arms like proud parents, Jimin playfully touching noses with the little pup.
Another photo catches your eye; it’s peculiarity piquing your interest. Different from the rest, this photo is colorful and abstract. At the center of the image is the faint silhouetted profile of a woman’s face. Editing aside, you know it’s you. Thinking back, you actually remember that day clearly, when you started to feel something stir within your heart at the sight of your neighbor.
The first time you locked yourself out of your apartment, Tae sat next to you on your doorstep with his camera timidly resting in his lap. He was out snapping photos of local wildlife for a work project and noticed you glumly hunched on the step, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your roommate to arrive.
“Tae to the rescue,” he confidently announced, yet, he shyly sat a couple feet away to not invade your personal space.
“What are you working on?” You scooted closer and looked down at his camera display screen. “They’re beautiful,” you responded as he flipped through macro-shots of butterfly wings and wide-lensed snaps of wildflower fields. “What’s the project?”
“Beauty, right in my own backyard,” he said.
“You capture it well,” you replied and smiled as his cheeks blushed mildly.
Then he asked to photograph you, with hopeful eyes, voice quieter than usual. Sure, you agreed, and allowed his gentle and nervous hands to position your shoulders back. When he leaned in close to position your chin, you could smell deep notes of flora and musk. The scent was intoxicating. Mhm, just like that. Perfect. Gorgeous, he praised between shots, touching your knee or your wrist to position you differently. You’re a natural, he said, smiling behind the lens. Your roommate arrived and you laughed at the exaggerated way Tae sighed, but my muse—don’t take my muse! You shared your first hug and thanked him for keeping you company. You watched him walk back to his apartment, turning a couple of times to dramatically wave like he was a soldier sent off to sea.
“One of my favorite photos,” Tae chimes from behind you. He chuckles when you jump at the sound of his voice. “Well, welcome to my humble abode. Finally.” He flashes you his cute boxy smile and hands you a steaming cup of tea. “Be careful, sweetheart. It’s hot.”
You clutch the mug and let the warmth thaw your icy hands. You take a tiny sip and hum contently as the honeyed black tea soothes your tongue. “Tastes good, Tae. Thank you.”
He nods and motions you towards a large sectional at the center of the room. It’s warm and welcoming, so you allow yourself to sink down into the leather cushions.
“You have a beautiful place,” you marvel, still taking in the warm ambiance of natural textiles and rich wood accents. Your curious eyes skim from one surface to another, and It’s hard not to look around the apartment with your mouth slightly agape. For the first time since Tae moved in, you’re seeing the boy’s apartment completely moved in and decorated. He seems to have settled in nicely with your long-standing neighbors Namjoon and Jimin.
He sits on the couch next to you and scoots in close enough to touch, but not quite there. The living room glows softly with dimmed lights and berry-scented candles, now swirling with his natural musk.
“I’m glad you like it.” Tae places his hand on your knee, allowing his thigh to rest against yours. His fingers absently weave along the raw fibers of your ripped jeans to teasingly graze your exposed skin. “Are you warming up, Y/n?” He touches the back of his hand to your chilly cheek and exaggeratedly recoils, making you laugh at his silly side.
“C’mon, Tae, I’m not that cold.”
“You’re positively freezing. Maybe even frostbitten. We may have to amputate.”
“Taeee,” you whine and grip his arm playfully. “Help me get warm, yeah?” You scoot in tight and wrap his arm around your shoulders. He stiffens a bit, then reclines to let you rest back against his chest. He’s quiet now. You chuckle at how timid he’s being as he softly rubs up and down your arm with his warm hand.
“Is that better?” He shyly asks. Mhm, you nod and rest your head against his chest. You can hear his heart beating strong. He rocks you gently as the faint sound of rain begins to sprinkle against the living room window. The fireplace crackles between the soothing classical music and Tae’s thrumming chest.
“I guess you were right. It’s starting to rain—” You turn your head to look at him, and he’s already looking at you, causing your noses brush. “Oh, sorry.”
He blushes but doesn’t pull his face back from yours. His eyes are drawn to your lips and he unknowingly nips his bottom lip between his teeth. You don’t pull back either, allowing the hot blush to spread across your cheeks and down your neck.
“Don’t apologize, cutie.” He inches a little closer until your lips are just centimeters away from touching.
“Okay,” you whisper and brush your parted lips against his. You allow him to close the distance breathlessly, opening your mouth to take him in with a short moan.
Your tongues meet for the first time and the sensation licks fire beneath your skin, driving you mad with desire. From the way he’s cupping your jaw to control the motion, you can tell Taehyung has dreamt of this as well.
He breathes your name between desperate nips and licks, melding his mouth to perfectly fit against yours. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” Taehyung tangles both hands at the back of your hair as you turn to straddle his lap, not allowing you to break the kiss. Chest to chest, you feel the heat radiate off his body and press into yours.
You smile against his lips and dip down to feather kisses down his neck.
“Every time you walked past my window, I couldn’t help myself.” He groans as you suck marks along the freckles of his throat. “I wanted to take you like this the first time I heard you speak. Your adorable laugh and the way you blush when I look at you.”
Your hands roam the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles tense and release as the two of you adjust into a comfortable position. His legs are spread wide, giving him leverage to roll his hips up into you as you fight for dominance.
His voice trails on, deeper. “And you loved it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He’s becoming more assertive and confident. He grips tightly to your hip with one hand and braces the back of your neck with the other.
You suck his lip hungrily and clasp your hands on his shoulders, grinding down onto his clothed crotch. He’s plumping up quick and you can feel him grow with each roll of your hips. Your wet pussy sticks to your panties as he rolls up to match your movements.
“I did,” you whisper into his ear.
“When you felt me watch you from my window, did you imagine being on the other side, letting me touch you?” He holds you tighter to increase the friction. “You wanted me to touch you so bad, didn’t you, baby.”
“So bad, Tae.” You pant as he rocks his hips to dry hump up into you. His cock is pressed painfully hard against your cunt and you can feel his length even through the clothes.
“How bad.” He’s teasing you now. “Tell me.” He knows he’s got you.
“Like this.” You wriggle to strip your shirt off, letting his eyes fall onto your peaked nipples, poking through the thin fabric of your bra. You guide both his hands to cup you, allowing him to kneed your sensitive buds and lick through the fabric. He moans into your soft breasts, losing track of his thrusts. “Take it off, baby. I want you to taste me.” He claws the straps down your shoulders and wrestles with the clasps at the back until the elastic gives way and falls to the floor.
The storm outside kicks up, pelting frozen droplets against the living room window. The sky has darkened with just a thin veil of sunset peaking through the curtains. Wind whips violently through the trees outside and you can hear the branches sway and creak against the pressure.
Taehyung flicks his tongue over your buds and sucks each one eagerly, making them swell to a glistening dark red. He hums and groans into your flesh, rocking his hips to ease his length teasingly between your clothed folds. The dim living room lights lightly flicker for a moment but stay on, lighting your way to tug Taehyung’s shirt up and off his brawny torso. “Baby, come back,” he whines when you detach his needy lips from your tender breasts.
With or without light, you can tell he’s lean and flexing to relieve the discomfort in his lap. His kiss-swollen lips form a pout as you slide down his legs and onto the floor, taking his pants and boxers down with you.
“Lift your feet. That’s it. Let’s get these pants off of you.” He does as he’s told, kicking off his shoes and allowing you to take his pants off completely until he’s naked on the couch. He worries his lip between his teeth as you glide your hands up his parted thighs and eye his erection, so hard and tall against his abdomen. You look up at him beneath narrowed lids and smile at his expectant gaze. He looks positively carnal as his slender hands card through your hair and grip it back into a messy ponytail. “How bad do you want me to touch you, Tae?” You shoot his question back at him and feel his thighs tense beneath your eager palms.
“I want you to touch me so bad, I can’t think straight. Not when your sweet mouth is so close to my cock.”
You hum softly in response. “And what do you want me to do with my sweet mouth?” You lean forward and taste up his shaft, collecting a small dribble of pre-cum at the tip. “Mm,” you coo, lips still touching his aching length. “Want me to suck your fat cock, Hm? Want me to get dripping wet as I swallow your cum?”
Taehyung quirks his eyebrow at your salacious remarks and darts out his tongue to wet his lips. “You’re so dirty, cutie. Have you always been like this?”
You shake your head and flash him a coy smile. “Just for you, Taehyungie.”
“I should have stopped teasing you months ago,” he laughs.
You bring your mouth back as you stroke him gently, lathing your tongue along the underside of his shaft between pumps. He sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your lips around his tip and slide him in. You’re halfway down and he can see your throat constrict and bulge slightly as you take him in as deep as you can. “F-fuck,” he gasps and grips your ponytail tight to hold you down a few seconds longer. You lift up and gasp for air as you were not expecting him to fill you up so heavily. “Sorry, sorry. God your throat feels so good though. Can you take more?”
You nod your head innocently and pump his length in your fist a couple of times before taking him past your lips.
The lights begin to flicker again, faster now, and you can hear the wind shaking the trashcans outside. Lightning flashes through the window’s crack and thunder rumbles high above the old building. Flicker, flicker, until the lights shut off completely and you’re guided by touch and the faint glow of candlelight and a crackling firelog.
Taehyung’s breathing is rapid and you feel his abs flex beneath your free hand as you caress his body up and down. Your mouth is working him at a steady pace, lathing your tongue along his smooth tip as you come up for air. You let your mouth do all the work and slide your hand down to cradle his balls, hot and heavy with cum. He plumps in your mouth just a little more when you squeeze them gently in your palm. Pacing between strokes, licks, sucks and squeezes, Tae’s head spins from the stimulation. He doesn’t seem to know where to hold himself steady and releases his grip on your hair to let it fall over your shoulders. He bites his fist between his teeth to stifle his impending release.
“Like that, yes. Yes, yes. Y/n—fuck.” He moans your name loudly, over and over, and you can tell he’s on the edge. His body tenses and his hips thrust up to fuck his cum into your ready mouth. You relax your throat and wantonly swallow every drop he has to give until he’s releasing short gasps from above. “I can’t—baby, please…” You let him slip out of your mouth and lean back against the couch cushion to steady his breathing.
The candles glow softly and play brilliantly against the light sheen of sweat that has gathered on Taehyung’s body. He leans forward and reaches for your hand to bring you back up onto the couch. You sit beside him with his arm draped over your shoulder, wordless, for a minute, before he guides you into a passionate kiss. He’s slow at the start, but he takes you in deeply, locking his lips to yours. He groans against your tired lips as he tastes his release on the tip of your tongue.
“Take off your pants, sweetheart. Let me see how wet you are.” He tugs on the waistband of your jeans and pops the top button to slip them midway down your thighs. Even in the dim candlelight, he can see you sticking to your panties. The fabric is damp and shows every ridge of your labia. He drags two fingers up your clothed folds and smiles as you shudder in anticipation. He hooks his hand under your ruined underwear and continues to pet you, unobstructed.
“Does this feel good, Y/n?”
You nod in response and let your eyes fall shut. His skilled hand finds the perfect pace between strokes and languid rubs against your clit.
“Do you need a little more? Can I feel your tight cunt hug my fingers?” His voice is lustful again and pressed directly to the cuff of your ear. You nod and bite your lip, keeping your eyes shut, letting his fingers work you up.
He hooks one finger into your pussy, dragging it in and out slowly, knowing it isn’t enough. One more finger, and then a third enters. He quickens the pace and hooks up to find your spot.
“T-tae,” you whine and hold onto his forearm.
He uses his other hand to peel your pants off your legs. Once you’re free, he pulls out and watches you contract in his absence. He stands up from the couch and holds a hand out for you to take.
“Let’s go to my room. I want to try something.”
“Try something?” You ask with interest.
He looks over his shoulder at you and gives a shy smile. “Come with me.” He grabs a candle from the coffee table and leads you down the back hallway, into his bedroom.
You can’t make out much from the candlelight, but you can tell his room is equally as impressive as the living room. It’s draped in dark linens and large fluffy pillows. And the focal point—the large 4-poster bed at the center.
“Take a seat, Y/n,” he says calmly and disappears into his walk-in closet. You do as he instructs, sinking into the down comforter and breathing in his natural musky scent that clings to the bedding.
Taehyung returns with a tripod under his arm and a camera in-hand.
“What do you have in mind, Tae? I’m not into camming, if that’s your jam.”
“No, no. This is just for me.” He turns his heated face away from your gaze to set up the tripod and mount the camera. “For us.”
You lean back on your elbows and wait for his next instruction. He’s blushing but so forwardly kneels at the bedside and captures your lips in a rough kiss. His fingertips guide your jaw to arch up. His mouth presses tightly against yours and takes you in breathlessly, just for a moment.
“Do you trust me, baby?” His breathing is shallow and uneven and his eyes send you silent pleas. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.” Held in his hand at the side of the bed, he lifts a spool of bright red rope. Your eyes widen at the sight.
“Kim Taehyung, the sweet yet kinky boy-next-door.” You poke at him and watch his pleading eyes turn to playful half-moons. “Are you going to tie me up on your big bed?” You reach your hands up and stretch out, palming the plush bedding beneath your bare skin. “Take pictures of me, helpless, bound, waiting patiently for you to take me?”
“If you’ll let me.” He delicately brushes your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’d look so pretty, wrapped in rope. It’s soft, see?” He touches the rope to your skin and lets you run your fingers over the material. It’s a little silky and smooth under your fingertips. He glides it effortlessly along your arm and takes your hand into his. “I’ll untie you if you feel uncomfortable.” He begins to drape the rope around your wrist loosely and lets you steady yourself on your knees.
“You’ve done this before?” You ask, looking at him from over your shoulder. His eyes are turned down in concentration, looping the rope over itself until it’s snug on your wrist. He brings the slack around your stomach and wraps it around your torso and shoulders a few times, knotting it into beautiful shapes that support your breasts.
“Yes, but only in a classroom setting. Not like this.”
“You’re very good.” You look over your shoulder again and catch a small boxy smile spread across his lips.
“I have a good model,” he quips. He respectfully minds your breasts as he finishes the ties along your chest. He brings your other wrist around your back to ties it alongside the other; leaving you in full trust of his skill. He then ties around your waist, down to your legs, looping the rope into knots around your thighs. He ends at your ankles, tying them together, but leaving your knees free to balance yourself in a comfortable lying position. When he finishes, he places a gentle kiss to your neck and stands back to admire his work. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Really good.”
Taehyung stands from the bed and walks over to the camera to adjust the settings.
“How should I lay?” You ask, wriggling a little to rest your head on a large fluffy pillow.
“Just like that. I’ll help you move, love. Don’t hurt yourself.” Tae walks over to carefully lift your shoulders onto the pillow to support your neck. “Comfy?”
You nod in response and crane a bit to kiss him eagerly before he walks back. You hear the rain trickle against his bedroom window and the lilting keys of classical piano drifting in from the living room. You watch the silhouette of your neighbor disappear behind his camera; the rope gently binding against you. Your arousal unexpectedly trickles down and sticks to your thighs, dampening some of the ties. It chafes deliciously on your sensitive skin, drawing out a quiet moan from your sore lips.
Taehyung snaps a few photos and adjusts the light settings until he seems pleased with the results. “Stay still, Y/n. You look perfect. Yes, right there. One, two, three. Wow.” He brings the camera around to show you. He smiles widely, his eyes darting from the screen and back to your face. “God, you’re beautiful. Just look at how these are turning out.”
Your skin is glowing with a light dew, contrasting with the colorful rope wrapped around your body. You didn’t notice until now that Taehyung tied the rope across your chest to just barely cover your nipples, teasing the plush tops and bottoms of your breasts to spill over the ties. You move a bit and feel the rope rub across your sore and stiffened buds, drawing out a louder moan from your parted lips.
Taehyung notices the way you move against the ties and feels his cock stir at the sight of you closing your eyes in pleasure, wrapped prettily on his bed. He helps you up onto your knees and positions you to sit on your bent legs, arms clasped obediently behind your back. He kneels on the bed and snaps a few close shots of the ties, gliding his hands along your responsive buds to adjust the ties just-so.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His hands move expertly down your thighs, adjusting the placement of the rope for a wide-shot. He steps back and snaps a few full-body photos.
“It feels good, Tae. Please—“ You beg and start to feel a little shy. “Touch me again. You can keep taking pictures, but please don’t stop touching me.”
He comes closer and continues to adjust you in different positions and snap photos in between, gliding his hand teasingly along your chest, against your waist, around your neck. He moves you to bend over and press your cheek down into the bed and that’s when he sees just how wet you’ve gotten.
You hear Tae tsk from behind you. “Pretty baby, you’re dripping onto the ties. What am I going to do with you?” He soothes his palms down your behind and pulls you open, watching your arousal stick to your folds. You hear him hiss through his teeth and lift his camera to snap a couple times. You arch your back to give him a better view, hoping he’ll get a little greedy. Touch you roughly, pull the ties, push your chest into the mattress as he fucks you.
“Your fingers felt so good earlier. Would you please…” You start, wishing he’d read your mind.
“Want my fingers?”
You nod into the mattress, tears prickling the corners of your eyes when his fingers dip down into your cunt, pushing deep and hooking into your g-spot.
“Nice and tight.” He praises. “You’ve been so good, Y/n. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” He comes around to show you his length, rock hard, pumping into his hand.
“Please,” you beg. The image of his aching shaft burns in your mind and it’s all you can think of. “Fuck me until I cum. I want your big cock inside me, Tae. God, I need it.”
“I need it too, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you rough and make you squirt. Gonna fill you with my cum. Is that what you want? You want to make a mess?”
“Holy shit, yes.” He’s saying all the right things and it makes you moan in anticipation.
Taehyung leaves to fasten the camera back on its tripod and sets the shutter speed to automatic. Every minute or two, the camera snaps a photo on its own and bathes you in white light. You can’t see or hear him, but you feel your neighbor come up from behind and hoist your hips up by the sturdy ties.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praises, palming the smooth flesh of your ass and spreading you open. “Breathe, Y/n. Are you ready for me?” He uses his other hand to hold the ties up at your back, propping you up on your knees so the camera can get a full view of you. You nod and whisper yes.
Tae pushes into your heat until he’s nested as far as he can go, waiting a moment for you to get comfortable. The weight of your body against the ties are a little tight, but you feel yourself getting wetter each time he grips the rope to pull you onto his length. The stretch, the pressure and the control he has over your body makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. He leans you forward just a bit to give you some slack, pushing in and out relentlessly until his hips begin to stutter.
“I’m going to move you onto your back, babe. Hold still.” He pulls out and flips you over, letting your breasts bounce as he settles you in the right position. “This is going to stretch out your hips. Open you real wide so I can fuck you deeper.” You nod and bite your lip as he loosens the rope at your ankles and bends one knee out, looping the rope and tying it to hold you in place. He rolls you onto your side and loosens the rope at your wrists. You pull your arms around to your belly and he securely ties them there, rolling you to rest comfortably on your back.
He props a pillow under your butt and uses your legs to hold you still. This new position allows him to get an eyeful of his talented ties and binding methods across your chest as he pushes back into your tight cunt. Bracing your bent knee, he uses it as leverage to fuck into you at a quick pace, right up into the perfect spot. Over and over, he brushes against that spot inside you and makes you see stars. The camera doesn’t miss a moment, flashing every other minute.
“I found the spot, didn’t I sweetheart?” He watches you with fire in his eyes, groaning as you tighten around him. His fingers gather your essence from the base of his cock to drag circles around your tender clit. “Just a little more. I can feel you getting closer, baby.” He holds you tight and thrusts up, hard, then pulls out to watch you release all over his chest and sheets.
You contract and twinge out your first orgasm, but only a minute passes before Tae is diving right back in to give you another. “One more, please, you can do it,” he begs. He drives into your tight pussy as he holds you down by the rope. Finding your spot again, he thrusts hard and deep until you’re squirting all over his aching cock. You shout his name at your peak and strain against your ties as you come down from a second high, steadying your breaths and focusing on the man in front of you. He has this look in his eye like he’s not quite done with you yet.
“I-I can’t, Tae.” You shake your head and watch him disappear between your thighs. He scoots down the damp bed and tongues your swollen slit carefully, lapping up your juices, dragging them up to circle your clit with short flicks. He engulfs your bud in his mouth and sucks hard.
“One last time. You’re doing so well, baby. Give me one more and I’ll fill this little cunt with so much of my cum. Do you want my cum, Y/n?”
“I do, I do.” You squirm.
“I want to taste you on my tongue. Give me everything you have.”
He holds you open by the ties and loudly sucks your clit in and out of his mouth. The sound of him hungrily taking you in builds a fire in your belly at a rapid pace. His hand snakes between your wet lips and fingers you roughly, hooking up, in and out. He takes his fat cock in his hand and pumps with the motion of his thrusts in you, sucking your clit until it’s throbbing in his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, oversensitive and twitching against his starved mouth. With both hands tied in front, all you can do is call out and tug against your restraints while an overwhelming wave of pleasure washes over your entire body.
Taehyung can feel you wrap around his fingers greedily so he pumps his length faster to match his increasing thrusts up into your g-spot. Just a few more hooks up and suckles on your battered bud and you’re shouting out your orgasm, not caring that the other neighbors could probably hear through the thin apartment walls. Tae scoots back up to match his hips with yours, fucking a few last thrusts into your spent pussy before coating your walls with his seed. It’s hot and soothing and dribbles across your legs as he pulls out for the last time.
“Y/n, oh…no. I’m so sorry.” He muffles apologies against your neck and kisses down to your rosy lips as he unties your hands. You sit up and watch him unwrap your torso and chest. The rope falls from your breasts and reveals raw red streaks embedded in your skin. Down to your belly and legs, tender marks litter your flesh. You look at Tae’s face; his eyebrows knitted, tensed and worried.
“It’s okay,” you rub his back and shoulders to ease him into your arms. “Really, Tae, I’m fine.”
“I swear, I didn’t mean to.”
“Tae..” You hold his chin to look at you and pull him into a slow kiss. His mouth tastes like you, coated in your essence.
“You’re okay, really?” He finishes pulling the rope off your naked body and soothes his fingertips over the fading welts. His dark eyes skim up to your face and gingerly kisses the tip of your nose. “Let me draw you a bath, please. It’s the least I can do.”
You smile and nod in response. “A bath sounds lovely.”
He gets up from the bed and turns the camera off, stepping out of the room to warm up the tub. “Meet me in ten?” He calls from the other room. Ten! You call back.
You lay out on the large bed and let the gentle tap of rain on the window lull you to comfort. The classical music trickles into the room faintly and swirls with the delicate floral scent of the nearby candle. The rope burns smart, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Just the memory alone of your flirty boy-next-door holding you down and fucking you restlessly is enough to make the pain dissipate.
You lift from the bed and walk over to the camera, flipping it on. Photo after photo cement in your mind a scene you never thought you’d experience. Yet here it is, immortalized. As you stare at the photos your eyes continue to search for Taehyung. His face is kind and concentrated, focused on making you feel good. All while you’re wrapped up like a special present, just for him.
“Y/n, I’m ready—“ Tae steps back into the room and watches you flick past intimate images of your bodies tangled, kissing passionately, feeding into one another, pleasing endlessly. He stands beside you and watches as you hover over your favorite moments, commenting alongside, praising the photos he thinks captures you beautifully until you come to the end.
Tae hugs you to him and kisses the back of your neck. The two of you stand, pressed together in his room, swaying to the music, letting the moment last a little longer. Raindrops fade into the background until all you can hear is the thrumming in your chests.
“I have a confession.” You break the silence, holding his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. He drapes his chin over your shoulder and you meet his patient eyes.
“What’s your confession, cutie?” His eyebrows quirk with interest.
“I didn’t lose my keys.”
Taehyung snorts a stifled laugh and pivots you around to face him. “Come again?”
“I’ve never lost my keys.” Your face lights with a cheeky smile. “I’m very good at keeping track go my things, actually.”
“So all the times I left my cozy apartment to save you, my cute neighbor, the damsel in distress…”
“Well, besides the first time. It was all a sham, a mirage, a facade. Plain trickery on my part.”
“Wowww.” He drops his arms from your waist and hangs his head low in exaggerated dejection.
“I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You comb your fingers back through his hair and let it fall naturally across his forehead.
“Everything I know is a lie.” He peaks up his eye to see if you’re still watching. He releases a heavy sigh. “How will I ever move past this?”
“I know I’ll have to rebuild your trust, but please Tae, if you really love me…”
He opens both eyes and raises his head to meet your gaze.
“Uh, if you really like me,” you correct, blushing violently.
“No, no,” he smiles. “Continue. ‘If you really love me…’ What, what should I do?”
“Y-ou.” You stammer. “You, uh, you’ll find it in your heart to, you know, forgive me.” You hide your face behind your hands, traumatized by your slip.
“Okay.” He replies quickly.
You perk your head up from behind your hands, mouth slightly agape. “Okay, what?”
He laughs and pulls you close to his chest again, burying his face deep in your hair. “I forgive you,” he whispers softly and kisses your burning cheek. “Besides, you’re too cute to stay fake mad at.”
There is a gentle hum in the apartment as electronics turn back on and the lights flicker to life. Rain ticks against the window so quietly now that it’s barely there. The digital clock on Tae’s dresser flashes a few minutes past 10:00 p.m.
You sigh into Tae’s chest and wrap your arms around his waist. “Damn, I kinda liked living in the dark.” You hum into his embrace and give him a light poke in the side. “Hey.”
He looks at you and pokes your side in return. “Hey.”
“I forgive you too.”
“You better.” He laughs. “However, I still owe you that bath.”
“Join me.” Your eyes plead with your neighbor until he smiles his signature smile and pulls you by the wrist to follow him close behind.
“Oookay,” he sighs. “But under one condition.”
“Shoot.”
“Just don’t lock us both in the bathroom and ‘accidentally’ lose the key, will you?”
“Shut up.” You slap his chest.
“You love me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You hide your rosy cheeks behind his arm and peek over to see his eyes crinkle back at you.
“Love you too.”
©Chimoona 2020
