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Romeo and Juliet Prompts! These are written with the Hungarian musical production in mind, (seriously it slaps and it slaps hard. It’s so dark, gothic, and sexy.) but I guess any adaptation of the play could work. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🎭🧡

1. You’re Mercutio’s best friend and are secretly in love with his uncle, Prince Escalus. You know you shouldn’t be and your love is unrequited. He’s so much older than you, and he’s too great and too high above you. He’s a Prince and the leader of Verona, while you’re just a commoner of low birth who comes from nothing. You’re not a woman of noble blood nor do you come from a family of status like the Montagues or Capulets. In your late teens and still unmarried, you’re considered an old maid and undesirable to most men. One or both of your parents may be dead already and you’ve been managing on your own. You’ve only shared a few words with the Prince while visiting Mercutio. His position is an important one and he’s always so busy; Verona is a demanding city to watch over so you doubt he’s ever really noticed you.

You thought you were being discreet and hiding your love for the Prince well, but Mercutio is an observant man. He’s known for years of your love for his uncle, and is sick and tired of watching you pine for him. He encourages you to stop skirting around and finally do something about it. Just walk into Escalus’ study and confess your feelings for him. Mercutio is stubborn and won’t let you leave or run away until you tell his uncle you love him. If he rejects you, at least you’ll know for sure and can move on with your life. You’re terrified you’ll only make a fool of yourself, but Mercutio has a feeling his uncle won’t deny you. The sooner you can start courting officially, the better. Mercutio jokes that at the speed you and his uncle have been going, he’ll be dead before you marry. After his untimely murder by Tybalt, you and Escalus are both deep in grief. You finally decide to marry, posthumously fulfilling Mercutio’s wish.

2. You’re Prince Escalus’ illegitimate daughter, but you’re still able to live comfortably and later achieve a measure of social standing due to your father’s noble blood. You may be a bastard, but you’re the daughter and so far only child to the Prince of Verona, which is nothing to scoff at. When your mother first came to Prince Escalus with news she was with his child, he wasn’t so sure if you were actually of his blood. Due to his demanding position as Prince, they hardly saw each other beyond sharing his bed. For all he knew, your mother could’ve been lying and trying to pass off another man’s child as his for some sort of monetary compensation or other personal gain.

But the moment you were born further confirmed you couldn’t be anyone else’s child but his - You had his eyes. As you grew up, you resembled him more and more in both looks and mannerisms/personality. He tries to be a good father to you, but he’s often absent because to his never-ending duties and the restrictions of the time period. He can’t raise you, but he’ll send you or your mother money or do what he can to support you. When he’s too preoccupied with his obligations, he may send out his servants to keep an eye on you and report back to him so he knows you’re happy and in good health.

As you’ve grown up, you’ve very rarely spent time with or even talked to your father. The only time you’re able to be alone with him is if he summons for you. You’ve only been inside the castle a handful of times, but you’ve cherished each of your father’s visits. You appreciate his efforts to make time for you, knowing it’s near impossible and a rare treat if he can sit down and take a break. As you grow older, you can see the toll the feud between the Capulets and Montagues is taking on your poor father as he tries to keep the peace. You wish there was something you could do to help him and end the feud. After Mercutio and Paris’ untimely deaths, he finally orders the rivaling families to reconcile and make peace. Meanwhile, he wants to marry you off so that he knows you’ll be safe and taken care of after his own inevitable death. He can’t bear to lose more of his kin to the blade or the plague that’s ravishing the country. Your arranged husband is your cousin, Valentine. He’s Mercutio’s brother and one of Escalus’ only surviving kinsman.

3. You’re a servant in the Capulet household and Tybalt’s secret lover. Thanks to the seemingly never-ending animosity that exists between these noble families, breaches of the peace have become an all-too-common occurrence on the streets of Verona. You’ve been involved in fights against Montague servants at least twice now, wanting to defend your lover’s family against their sworn enemy. You’d always end up with bruises or cuts, and another servant has had to patch you up. Tybalt would sneak into your bedchamber to check on you after everyone else has retired for the night. He’d scold you for being so reckless and make you swear to him never to involve yourself in a brawl for his sake ever again. He appreciates your show of loyalty to him and his family, but he hates whenever you get caught up in the middle of the violence. He’s been infected with harshness and a cold sense from an early age. His childhood was stolen and thus his life is full of violence. But that doesn’t mean he wants your life to suffer the same fate as his. Seeing your purple eye or the blood seeping through your bandages makes his temper rise. The Montague household dared to lay a violent hand upon you, so he wants the blood of a Montague on his sword for their offense.

Another brawl breaks out but you keep your promise to Tybalt and stay out of it, instead watching as a bystander within the jeering crowd. Once Prince Escalus arrives on the scene to put a stop to the altercation, he warns the street brawlers that they must put down their swords and listen to him, or he will have them tortured. He severely chastises both households for disturbing the peace thrice now and issues an edict: If any member of the Montague or Capulet family disturbs the peace again, they will be put to death.

After Romeo secretly marries Juliet and refuses to fight Tybalt, you try to intervene and dissuade him from drawing his sword, worried that the Prince will have him killed. But Tybalt is too consumed by his anger and hatred of the Montagues, and your efforts are for naught. Unlike you, Tybalt believes the Prince's warning is an idle threat. No one else really believes that he would execute Capulet or Montague.

Desperate to stop the heated duel between Tybalt and Mercutio, you throw yourself between the combatants. It happens so fast that your lover doesn’t have enough time to react or stop himself before he accidentally stabs you instead of Mercutio. You had inadvertently shielded him with your body. Your wound may or may not be fatal. While you’re breathing heavily and trying to stop the bleeding, you can hear the hoof beats of the Prince’s horse fast approaching.

4. Ever after AU: You secretly attend the Capulet ball with your brother Romeo and his friends. While he falls in love with Juliet at first sight, you catch the attention of Tybalt. It’s a masquerade ball and everyone is wearing masks, so he doesn’t know who you are nor do you know who he is. You’re his dancing partner for almost the entire night. In those blissful hours you spend together, you never tell him your name or let him remove your mask. Are you being coy on purpose or do you really not want to tell him your name? He takes you by the hand to somewhere quieter where you can be hidden from the crowd. It’s in this secret place that he kisses you. Just when he takes off his mask and you realize who he is, he sees your brother kiss Juliet. He flies into a rage and storms over to Lord Capulet, while you and Romeo take that as your cue to leave. If you stayed any longer, Tybalt would surely try to kill your brother. When Tybalt realizes you’re gone and he never got your name, he scours Verona in search of you, his mystery maiden.

You’re later sent by Romeo to the Capulet house to deliver a message to Juliet for him, but you’re intercepted in the gardens by Tybalt. You don’t want to betray Romeo by revealing the true reason you’re here, so you make up a lie that you’ve come to see him. He pushes you away, claiming he’s in love with another woman and is preoccupied with searching for her. He’d never want anything to do with the likes of you, a disgusting Montague. He insults you and your family name, not realizing the other woman he speaks so highly of is you. You dress up and meet at more masques, but always slip away before he can see your face. If he persists in his pursuit of you and asks for a name, any name, you may give him a false one.

You accept Tybalt’s invite to attend Prince Escalus’ ball, wanting to tell him the truth yourself. But your secret is cruelly exposed in front of all of Verona by Lady Capulet when she tears your costume and rips your mask off. Tybalt is in denial. Dear God, it can’t be true! He couldn’t have fallen in love with a Montague! Lady Capulet accuses you of being a lying, devious little pretender and orders you to bow in front of Tybalt and tell him the truth, you insolent fraud. This is a nightmare. You’re scared and crying but don’t know what else to do to get him to believe you, so you tearfully kiss him on the lips. When he realizes your kiss is the same as his mystery woman, he steps backwards in shock. You were one and the same all this time.

He spurns you in front of the entire court and refuses to listen despite your pleadings. He does nothing to help you and abandons you. Prince Escalus looks on in concern as you fall apart and run away from the castle just as it begins to storm. It isn’t until many days later that Tybalt will realize what a horrible mistake he’s made in betraying your trust and throwing you to the wolves. Prince Escalus or someone else may confront him later and call him out on the disastrous scene the Capulets created in the middle of the masque. He or she may express disappointment in Tybalt’s harsh treatment of you. Tybalt has always been his parents’ puppet. They taught him to thirst for blood. What they wanted was burnt into him and he always did without question what their thirst for revenge demanded. Tybalt is told in no uncertain terms that his parents have been dead for a long time, and if he still won’t become his own man or yield in his hatred of your family after this, then he doesn’t deserve you.

Either way, the young Capulet will come to his senses sooner or later. He’ll want to find you and beg your forgiveness. This feud has taken so much from both of your families. So much blood has been shed and lives have been lost on both sides, and for what? Pride? Ego? It all seems so meaningless now. He’s wasted so much time hating your family. When he finds you, he’s going to call you by your real name and kneel before you not as a Capulet, but as a man in love. Could you find it in your heart to forgive him and be his wife?

5. You’re Juliet’s older sister and your parents arrange for you to marry Prince Escalus, even though he’s so much older than you and you barely know him. You’re only a girl, a woman, so your wishes and wants don’t matter. Your parents are unwilling to postpone the wedding, despite your pleadings. You’re reaching an age where being an unmarried woman is unacceptable, and your parents refuse to let you be an old maid. The Prince isn’t getting any younger either and will need an heir. You’re scared of not only marrying a stranger, but living up to the expectations of being Princess of Verona. You lock yourself in your bedchamber and don’t let anyone in to see you, not even Juliet or your Nurse. Tonight you will mourn for the life you wanted but couldn’t have, and tomorrow early you will marry the Prince.

While neither you nor Escalus are overtly enthused at your wedding, your husband does his best to fulfill his marriage duties and take care of you. He knows you’re scared about consummating your marriage, so he’ll be gentle. He wants to make you feel safe and give you pleasure on your wedding night. Don’t pay attention to any witnesses that may be in the room. Just focus on him and only him, and let him help you relax. If you ask him to stop, he will. He knows this isn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself, but he wants to make you happy even if you never love him. While he’s your husband by law and you’re now Princess of Verona, he hopes that even if you never fall in love, that you can at least be friends. He hopes you’ll grow fond of each other, in time. You may not love each other now, but if a child is born of your union and love comes later, he’ll be just as elated. As the leaders of Verona, you each have specific obligations to fulfill, but you’ll still try to make the best of it.

6. You’re Romeo’s sister and are arranged to marry Tybalt to bring an end to the feud once and for all. Enough is enough, it’s time to let this long-standing grudge go. The Capulets and Montagues are wealthy and established families, both alike in dignity. So for all practical purposes, they should be allies rather than enemies. Your marriage was one of obligation and convenience, and your new husband doesn't want anything to do with you at first because of your family history. He’s still in love with Juliet and may either consummate your marriage begrudgingly or not at all. After you’re caught in the middle of a random brawl or attacked in the street, he saves you. You thank him but he waves it off, claiming it’s his duty since you’re his wife and he’s your husband.

He doesn’t realize he’s grown to love you until you part ways for a while and he hears false news claiming you succumbed to the Plague. Believing you dead, he mourns for you in private and nearly gets himself killed in his recklessness due to his grief, until you return to Verona and explain that there was a miscommunication and your servant was misinformed. ‘Twas not you who died, but a cousin or friend you were visiting. And it ‘twas not the Plague but childbirth to which she had succumbed. She had a similar hair color and body type to you, so anyone watching her funeral from afar could’ve easily mistaken her body for yours. The babe lived and you were delayed in returning home because you were asked to stay by her grieving widower until a nurse could be found.

7. You were Juliet’s sister who was betrothed to marry Count Paris. You were the city’s most beautiful rose, but you became infected with and later succumbed to the Plague. While spending your final days isolated in quarantine, you knew you were dying and that your chances of surviving were slim to none. In your final lucid moments, you had a mourning ring made for your intended, composed of a lock of your hair under crystal set round with diamonds. Paris purportedly burst into tears upon receiving it. Unbeknownst to you, your cousin, Tybalt, was also in love with you and mourned for you in private. He never dared to confess his unrequited love for you while you were still living. When your body was first interred into the Capulet crypt, neither man could kiss you for fear of infection. So instead they kissed their hands and then bid you a farewell kiss from afar.

Even years after you were gone, Paris and Tybalt still mourned for you and what could’ve been. They visited you in the Capulet crypt (sometimes individually, sometimes together) and left flowers for you. Some days they’d stay with your body for hours. Paris was so determined to marry your younger sister, Juliet, because she reminded him of you. His love for her is what kept him going. If it wasn’t for her beauty and spirit so uncannily resembling yours, he feared he would’ve succumbed to his grief and committed self-murder to join you, despite knowing it was illegal and a mortal sin. When Juliet shared a kiss with Romeo at the Capulet ball, Tybalt was so incensed and blinded by his hatred for the Montagues that he later slew Mercutio in the streets of Verona, only to be slain in turn by Romeo’s blade. In your cousin’s dying moments, he prayed to God to reunite with you in heaven.

After Juliet drank the sleeping potion to feign death and evade her arranged marriage to Paris, he returned to the Capulet crypt to mourn for yet another would-be bride. After losing his duel with Romeo, the young Momtague drags Paris's body inside the Capulet tomb and lays him out on the floor beside you, fulfilling Paris's dying wish. He prays for God to have mercy on him and reunite him with you, much in the same manner as Tybalt had done before him.

8. Much Ado About Nothing AU (sort of): You’re the illegitimate daughter of Lord Montague but are unaware of the circumstances surrounding your birth. You grow up with Tybalt in the brothel, raised by your whore mother while his father teaches him to treat women as objects and nothing more. But despite his father’s teachings, you fall in love with him when you become a woman. He treats the other whores as objects to use, crawling into their warm beds but not caring for any of them. Except you. You’re the only woman Tybalt loves, so you and he have a secret affair. At first it was just sex but became much more over time. He opened up to you and you became his confidante, comforting him and listening whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on. You were the only one who could calm his unpredictable temper. You both know you’d never be permitted to marry due to your low breeding, so you conspire to elope. You seek the counsel of Friar Lawrence, and he marries you and Tybalt in secret. For a few days, you live in newly wedded bliss. Consummating your marriage was far from the first time you had been intimate with each other, but your wedding night just felt different, in a good way.

But the servants of the Capulet and Montague households know everything and somehow the truth of your lineage is brought up. The rumors spread, and soon the streets of Verona are abuzz with gossip from the villagers regarding Lord Montague’s bastard daughter and her liaisons with a Capulet. When Tybalt hears you’re technically a Montague, he publicly shames and abandons you despite your pleadings for him to wait. You insist that you really had no idea Lord Montague was your father and implore for Tybalt to listen to you, etc. but he doesn’t. Though illegitimate, you still have Montague blood in your veins and Tybalt is disgusted. Unbeknownst to him, Romeo and Juliet have also secretly wed, so even though he spurned your marriage and left you to the wolves, he’s still related to the Montagues.

Do you later commit self-murder out of grief? Do you conspire with Friar Lawrence to fake your death so Tybalt will learn a very valuable lesson of what life is without you, as well as be shown the destructive results of not having enough faith in his wife? Will Tybalt realize he can’t live without you and ask for your forgiveness, your lineage be damned? Is Tybalt later chastised by Friar Lawrence, Benvolio, or another character for his betrayal of your trust and told to come to his senses and get over himself? If he doesn’t yield in his hatred for the Montagues, then maybe he doesn’t deserve you. Does his hatred of your family and conflicted feelings towards you drive him to later get killed by Romeo’s hand when he challenges him to a duel? What happens next is all up to you.

9. You’re raised in the Capulet household as Juliet’s sister. Your mother, Lady Capulet, is eager to find husbands for both you and Juliet, loving you both equally. Instead of Juliet, you’re the Capulet daughter Count Paris seeks to marry. He had already approached your father early in the morning and asked for his permission to take you in marriage, carrying a large bouquet of beautiful flowers for you. Paris hopes you’ll be his wife and mother to his children.

“I brought flowers for y/n. Please be so kind as to give me permission to marry your lovely daughter! I’m a wealthy man, young and handsome. I want this girl and I’ll get her. I have a house of my own. I don’t need her dowry. I’ll pay. I only want the fair y/n for my wife!”

“Lord Paris, you’ve taken me by surprise. You’ve seen her, she’s not grown up yet. I’m asking you - shouldn’t you wait a little? Wait a little before you marry her. That’d be the clever thing to do. She’ll be at the ball tonight - Just charm her, ask her to dance. But believe me, just look at her. She’s just a child. Don’t marry her too soon!”

Unbeknownst to everyone except Lady Capulet herself, you’re not actually Lord Capulet’s biological daughter. You’re the result of an extramarital affair she had with another man sometime after Lord Capulet’s desire for her dwindled and he started taking mistresses and having affairs with other women. She slept with her husband just enough so the timing of your birth would still match up and she could successfully pass you off as his blood without leaving room for doubt. While having dresses fitted for both you and your sister for an upcoming masquerade ball, your Nurse tells you and Juliet to just look at your mother and that she can always find consolation if your father isn’t in the mood. Despite your mother’s insistence that she’s never cheated on Lord Capulet and has never been with anybody else, you and Juliet share a knowing glance as if to say, “Of course not, mother. Of course you haven’t.”

She tells you and Juliet, in her own words, that “Your father doesn’t love me the way he used to. On our wedding night his desire reached the sky. I was standing there naked and he went wild. That’s how it was. I used to be so beautiful - even more than either of you. No wonder he wanted only me. But as the years passed, his desire became less and less fierce.”

Yours and Juliet’s dresses for the ball are beautiful but more provocative than your father would like. They’re clearly designed to suit your mother’s taste and catch men’s eyes so you and Juliet can secure husbands. Paris dances with you at the ball for most of the night and woos you, despite Tybalt being overprotective and trying to interfere by keeping Paris away from you. As the Prince’s nephew, he’s a very young, handsome and wealthy man. He has a house of his own and has proven he’s more than capable of providing for you for the rest of your lives, but making you happy is another matter. So he spends more than enough time courting you properly and getting to know you.

Following Tybalt’s untimely death at Romeo’s hand, your father finally gives you away to Paris, hoping you can lean on your new husband and forget your grief. You’re set to marry on Thursday, news which makes your husband-to-be ecstatic. You’re not overly enthused due to Tybalt’s death casting a shadow on your heart. He was your favorite cousin and you’ll miss him terribly. But you’re content with your fate; Paris is a good man who truly loves you, but you just can’t get over Tybalt’s death so quickly despite your parents’ good intentions. You’ll be Paris’ joyful bride like your parents want you to be. You know you’ll be expected to give him children, preferably a son, and you just hope you’ll be a better mother than your own was to you and Juliet. You love your Nurse, but you want to raise your future children yourself. What does the future look like for you?

10. You’re Juliet’s sister. Instead of her, Tybalt and Paris are both in love with you. Paris approached your father, Lord Capulet, and sought his permission to marry you, while holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers for you. While Tybalt’s love for you is unspoken. You’re the only woman your cousin has ever loved, but he keeps his feelings to himself. But ever since Paris came along as a rival suitor, both men have been competing for your love. They both hope to win your father’s favor and secure your hand in marriage. Though Lord Capulet had urged him to wait a few years, Paris was still encouraged to woo you at the Capulet ball. When confronted by Tybalt at the masquerade and asked if it’s true, Paris confirms what he already knew, much to his annoyance and dismay.

“Paris, is it true what I’ve heard?”

Yes, Tybalt! I asked for your lovely cousin’s hand!

“But why in such a hurry?”

“So that another man doesn’t set his eye on her, Tybalt.”

Paris says this with a knowing smile, quickly looking Tybalt up and down, as if sizing him up while Tybalt looks away, before walking away to rejoin the dancing and merriment. Paris steals you away from your current dance partner, grabbing your hand while you’re in the middle of a twirl. He tries to keep you to himself as he kisses your hand and pulls you in for another dance, but Tybalt comes between the two of you and ushers Paris away from you. While Tybalt and Paris are busy constantly cutting in and trying to keep you away from the other, you run off somewhere and get caught up in the crowd of party guests. Which man will win your heart and be your husband? Tybalt? Paris? Neither? It’s up to you.

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Chapter 04 - Schauspiel]

• Schauspiel (German, acting)

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, soft Fluff too

Warnings: soft dom!Taehyung, inexperienced!Reader, first time having sex after a long time, gentle love making, safe sex, oral (f.receiving), fingering, lots of kissing, body worshipping, praising, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is the best lover I don’t make the rules, just Taehyung casually being the only man I would submit to omfg

Wordcount: 12.1k

a/n: i am falling more and more for Tae

Today was your big day to shine. Today you and your groupmates finally have their class internal performance of one scene of Romeo and Juliet. You had been practicing vividly the past week and felt nothing but excited. You were assigned the role of Paris, a kinsman of Prince Escalus who seeks to marry Juliet.

“Dim the lights”, Mister Bumblesbee murmurs, “quiet!” he yells, although the classroom was as quiet as a graveyard. You really have to try and hold back your giggles, especially now that the lights are on you.

“Very well. Act One Scene Two and action!” he yells and claps into his hands.

You and Capulet enter the stage, lost in silent conversation until the lights fall on you and your conversation becomes audible for the class. Your heart is racing uncontrollably up on stage, but the more lines you recite the better being up on stage feels. The only thing which still makes you nervous beyond recovery was the knowledge that Taehyung was watching you.

It was going better and better between the two of you day by day. He thankfully didn’t take you back to his estate. You are very glad about that, you still get weird headaches trying to figure out what happened back then. You also haven’t seen his friends after that night at the estate. Safe for Min Yoongi of course, who was still sharing Human Anatomy Classes with you. But he skilfully acted like you were nonexistent to him, so it was easy to ignore him in return.

It is your time to leave the stage. You are trying not to look at your feet as you do, but end up doing so anyway. You are just so terribly scared to trip over a cable on accident. Now you are waiting backstage for the rest of the scene to play out, so you can finally go back to your seat next to Taehyung.

You came to the conclusion that you really like spending time with Taehyung. He was a little cold at first and most definitely mysterious, but as the days turned into weeks he became warmer with you. These days he likes to hold your hand in the hallways. You have found yourself looking forward to those moments more and more. He hasn’t kissed you yet, let alone gone even further. That was another reason why you really liked spending time with him. He gave you the feeling that he wants to be with you because of who you are and not for what your body could give him.

“Bravo! Bravo! Oh how wonderful!” Mister Bumblebee's loud cheering is your cue to run back on stage. Your classmates are clapping, trying to out-cheer your professor. They are unsuccessful in the end. Nobody could beat Mister Bumblesbee's ecstatic screeching.

“I felt the spirit of Shakespeare possess all of you. Oh how magnificent, you are all gifted with talent”, he sighs, fanning air to his face dramatically. Suddenly he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan expression, “go back to your seats now”, he says dryly.

You and your colleagues exchange a quick look of confusion. That man is a mystery to you. Jean, who played Capulet, shrugs his shoulders in the end and jumps off stage. The rest of your group follows his suit.

Taehyung is gazing at you as you hurry to him. You and him picked out seats in the back of the classroom so the others wouldn’t disturb you. You feel so giddy under his gaze, sitting down next to him.

“That was quite marvellous to watch”, Taehyung whispers as he leans over to you.

“Thank you”, you say, cheeks heating up, “I worked really hard on it.”

“One could definitely see that, you were most definitely the highlight of the scene”, he says and then straightens up to watch the rest of the performances.

You have to hide your mouth behind your hands to muffle your giddy giggles. He thought you were the highlight.

Your group was the first group of three to perform tonight. The second group is just as amazing as your group, but Taehyung doesn’t seem to be as captured by them as he was with your group. You can see it in the way he looks at his knees ever so often. By the time the second group had finished he hadn’t looked up from his knees for five minutes already. He only raises his head when the applause starts ringing through the room. He starts clapping as well, licking over his lips to wet them and blinking with his eyes.

“You weren’t sleeping, were you?” you lean over to him and whisper the teasing words into his ear.

He sneaks a glance your way.

“Of course not, I was merely resting my eyes”, he says, the joking tone in his voice making you giggle.

“So you were sleeping”, you say and reach out to nudge his arm, “that’s so rude of you Mister Kim.”

Taehyung scoffs, amusement flickering up in his eyes. The applause stops and the professor announces the last group. But you don’t even really hear him anymore. Taehyung has captured you, his dark eyes and the way they seem to be mesmerised by your neck.

“How about we….” his voice drowns out as the class starts applauding again to welcome the last group on stage.

You start clapping as well, a mere instinct, and look to the stage for the briefest of moments. The last group starts with their scene, their voices loud and clear in the room. They are definitely loud enough to drown out your voice in the last row as you lean over to Taehyung.

“Sorry, what did you want to say?” you ask him in a whisper.

Taehyung looks at your neck then into your eyes.

“It wasn’t that important”, he dismisses you, turning his head to the front instead.

“Oh? Alright then”, you murmur and for some reason there is disappointment lacing your voice. You would have loved to know what Taehyung wanted to tell you. It seemed so important at that moment.

And too soon marr’d are those so early made.

Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;

She’s the hopeful lady of my earth…..

Capulet's long monologue drowns out in your ears. You didn’t want it to lose focus on it, but you did. Taehyung had placed his hand over yours, eliciting fires on your skin. You hold your breath, eyes flitting to his face. He is still watching the play, acting blind to your gaze. Your heart starts racing, your fingers starting to itch. Is he going to hold your hand or not?

…Such as I love, and you, among the store

One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

At my poor house look to behold this night…

You shiver. His pointer finger dances over your knuckles. You can barely handle the tension anymore, waiting for the moment he finally intertwines his fingers with yours. You look at his face a second time. Nothing. As if he doesn’t even notice his hand touching you the way it does.

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel

His fingers close around yours, making you gasp. It was so rough and yet so gentle. Your chest heaves up and down in a heavy breath, your legs parting slightly.

And like her most whose merit most shall be;

He squeezes your hand, eliciting another gasp from you. His face again. You need to see his reaction. Nothing. There is almost a layer of boredom on his features.

Come go with me.

His fingers slip from yours. You would have been disappointed, but instead you bite down on the tip of your tongue. Taehyung placed his hand on your thigh instead. Shivers run through you.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, voice croaky.

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way, quirking his eyebrow at you and giving you a teasing smile.

Whose names are written there, and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

He only has to drag his fingers up your thigh once and your legs are already falling open. Heat washes through you, your throat becoming dry. Taehyung looks back at the stage, dark amusement staying on his handsome face. Another touch, up your thigh and down again.

Turn giddy, and be help by backward turning;

One desperate grief cures with another’s languish:

Your nails dig into the edge of the seat, hips drawing closer to Taehyung's hand. Because of the new position his hand slips closer to the inside of your thigh. All to Taehyung's delight as another smirk washes over his face. He stops moving, the only sensation he allows you to feel is his big, warm hand against your inner thigh. It’s so heavy, not physically but emotionally. You just want him to move again.

God gi’ god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

Taehyung moves his pointer finger just once. It wasn’t even that big of a movement, just a little tap and yet it still made you shiver in excitement.

Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

This time around he moved his middle finger, just one gentle scratch up and down your clothed skin. It made your chest constrict in frustration.

Perhaps you have learn’d it without book.

But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

His ring finger. Like a feather it dances over your skin. You look at his face again. No reaction. Just him watching the play.

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Then his little finger. Perfectly manicured nail dragging over your skin. You are so sensitive to his touches at this point that it feels like fire. You are burning up.

Ye say honestly, rest you merry!

His pointer finger. His middle finger. His ring finger. His pinkie finger. They all moved one after the other. Tapping on your inner thigh rhythmically.

Stay, fellow, I can read.

Just as Romeo starts reading the letter, his entire hand moves. Inching up your inner thigh, it almost knocks the air out of you. Your legs fall open further, a silent sigh leaving your lips. Closer and closer it goes. Getting fingered in the middle of a lecture has never sounded sweeter in your mind than it does in that moment. Going slow be cursed, you truly want him right now. You look at Taehyung. He notices and turns his head slowly. He smirks in amusement upon seeing the desperation on your face. He chuckles, stops his hand and leans closer.

“Are you alright?” he rasps, hot breath fanning over your neck.

“Y-yeah”, you croak out, nodding your head.

He moves his head just enough so you and him were millimetres away from kissing. His dark eyes pin you to him, his fingers continue their paths. You swallow down a needy whimper, parting your legs even more.

“How about we sneak out?” he rasps.

Whose house?

“T-that would be a good i-idea. Where’d you want to go?”

My master’s.

“It’s up to you”, he sends you a teasing smirk, fingers tickling the most sensitive spot on your inner thigh.

You reach for his chest, fingers twisting in his button up.

“My place is closer”, you answer him, unable to look away from his lips.

“Your place it is then”, he rasps, pulling his hand away.

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. Taehyung simply chuckles and wraps his fingers around your wrist to pull your hands away from him.

“Come now, let us leave.”

And with that he stands up from his chair and offers you his hand. You let him pull you to your feet and afterwards hook your arm with his’. Hidden in the shadows of the back rows you sneak over to the backdoor. Like the gentleman he is, Taehyung helps you slip into your coat and then once he is dressed as well, he hooks his arm with yours again. The door, which normally always squeaks, opens silently when Taehyung opens it. You won’t question it, maybe he has some magic hands as far as opening doors is concerned.

The air outside is a lot cooler than inside, clearing your head the tiniest amount.

“This was so cheeky”, you whine, giving Taehyung's arm a gentle slap, “my knees are all weak now.”

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way and smiles.

“I couldn’t resist”, he stops in his steps and leans down, “not after I saw you act” he rasps against your neck, “I want to devour you.”

You shiver, knees buckling.

“T-Taehyung, you-“, you clear your throat, “since when do you talk like this?”

Taehyung straightens up, amusement on his face. He lets his eyes race over your face one last time and then turns to the front.

“Come now”, he says, leading the way with his hands folded behind his back.

Now that you are running down the hallway to your apartment, the hunger in Taehyung's eyes has returned. He is basically groping you, nose nuzzled in your hair and deep growls leaving his chest. He asked you if it was okay for him to do, of course he did, but man you still weren't ready for the amount of groping that man is capable of doing. It is, quite frankly speaking, knee bucklingly good. He nibbles on your neck as you are busy looking for your keys, moaning and groaning as if he was eating the sweetest treat. It tickles, making you giggle in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. He has you so wet already.

“Okay wait, but”, you stop him and turn around, hands falling to his chest, “you have to know, my apartment’s really small and the furniture came with the place so it’s a little worn-out.”

“That is quite alright”, he assures you, eyes flitting to your neck again, “open the door and invite me inside. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I am trying to if you only would-“, you wiggle in his grasp, “-not grab me that hard”, you giggle.

Taehyung keeps his hands on your arms even now that you have your back turned to him. He licks over his lips repeatedly, blown out eyes glued to your neck.

“Hurry up, I’m so starved”, he orders you, inching closer to your neck. He swallows hungrily, fingers tightening on your arms.

“Gosh Taehyung”, you giggle again, shoulder rising to your ears in giddiness, “I should have known that under that gentleman façade a big, old horndog was hiding”, you tease, finally turning the key in its lock.

"Come on in then."

Taehyung simply purrs as an answer, the pure animalistic sound of it going straight to your core. You open the door, well Taehyung opens it for you as he almost rips it out of its hinges and then pushes you inside. You giggle, squeak and find balance by holding onto his hands.

“Tae, come on give me a minute”, you say, feeling for the light switch on the wall.

Taehyung growls, left hand sneaking to your neck and lips ghosting over your skin. The lights turn on, another giggle leaves you as Taehyung presses you closer to his body, teeth tickling your skin.

“Wait, Taehyung, just give me a moment”, you gasp, turning around in his arms. You push at his chest gently and grin up at him. His eyes became so dark, almost to the point of being black. He is so hot and yet.

“Let me just take off my shoes. I don’t want to get dirt all over my floor”, you tell him and then wiggle out of his hold to waddle over to your shoe cabinet, greeting your many house plants as you do.

“Hello Pierre-Auguste”, you say to a little palm tree.

“Hello Vincent”, you greet your favourite Hoya.

“Oh and hello Claude”, you tell a little succulent as you take off your shoes. Once they are stored away in your cabinet you turn back to Taehyung.

“You’ll probably call me crazy but I named all of my houseplants after famous painters”, you tell him, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Taehyung seems to stop in his steps. The darkness in his eyes disappears, replaced by something you haven’t seen on him before. You can’t quite make it out. Taehyung smiles and for the first time it looks genuine. You have no idea why you got this feeling, but somehow seeing him smile in this way gives you the feeling of honesty.

“No, I don’t think you’re crazy, I think it is quite adorable”, he answers you, eyes racing over your face.

"Yeah you think so?" you lower your eyes, "thank you."

You close the distance between you and him. Your hands land on his chest.

"Can you give me like ten minutes to freshen up?" you ask him.

"Of course, take all the time you need", he tells you and his sudden patience surprises you.

Just mere seconds ago it felt like he wanted to devour you whole and now here he is, as patient as ever.

"I promise I won’t take long", you assure him, getting on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

You pull away with a giggle and then break away from him to hurry to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. You lock the door behind you. It needs cleaning up. Quick! Your clothes you store back in your closet. Then you make your bed, which you hadn’t made in the morning. Next you light your favourite scented candle. Vanilla. That will give the room a nice cozy atmosphere. Next. You look into the mirror. New clothes. Jeans and a shabby hoodie are not the right clothes for having sex with the probably hottest man on earth. A dress. The purple one you have. That is perfect for such a situation.

You hurry to your ensuite bathroom once you are completely naked, dress and fresh underwear in your hands. You stop in front of the wall mirror, resting your hands on the sink. The hottest man on earth. Your eyes meet your own reflection. Everything is alright. There is nothing to be nervous about here. Yes Kim Taehyung is basically a god, but you can do this.

You go to wash yourself to freshen up. Yes, Kim Taehyung may be the most attractive man on the entire campus, but sleeping with him is going to be easy.

You put on your new underwear. Yes, Kim Taehyung may make your heart race like crazy, but this is easy. Just go out there again and get it on.

You slip into your dress and style your hair out of your face. Yes, Kim Taehyung may actually be the sexiest man you have and probably ever will sleep with, but everything's fine.

You wobble. Nope, you’re panicking. Kim Taehyung is sitting on your sofa and waits for you to join him again. Seokjin was right. Taehyung is one dangerous man. Look at you panicking because of him.

"No, relax", you give your own cheek a gentle slap. Get yourself together, you can do this. Just go back out there and do your thing.

"Sorry I took so long", you say as you strut back into the living room, acting as if your heart wasn’t racing like crazy.

Taehyung, who had just inspected one of your houseplants, turns around. He blinks, lips parting slightly as he looks at you from head to toe. He opens his mouth as if he wanted to speak but closes it again a second later.

"That is quite alright", he assures you, looking away.

"So", you walk over to him, "do you want to use my bathroom too?"

"Your bathroom?" he blinks at you, "oh, your bathroom. Why not?"

And with that he excuses himself and hurries away. Almost as if he wanted to escape you before you could touch him. Weird. Is Taehyung actually growing nervous too?

It takes Taehyung exactly six minutes and twenty seven seconds to return. You know it did, because in the meantime you managed to prepare some tea for the both of you.

You raise your head when you see him sit down next to you on the sofa.

"Oh? You startled me, I didn’t even hear you come outside", you say and hand him his cup, "I made tea. I hope you like it."

"Thank you", he accepts it, "how terribly kind of you."

"Don't thank me too soon. I feel like I put in too much milk."

Taehyung gives you a smile over the brim of the teacup. It is not the same smile he wore when you told him your houseplants' names. It's one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again.

"There can never be too much milk in your tea", he says and takes a sip, "how very delicious indeed."

Your cheeks heat up in giddiness.

"Yay, I'm glad you like it."

You share a moment of silence as you both drink your tea. It is a nice silence and yet you can’t help but feel nervous.

"I hope you’re not bored", you lower your eyes, "I know tea isn’t what you came here for."

"Ah, that is quite alright. I enjoy tea quite a lot", he assures you and sends you a smile again, "and your company is even sweeter."

"Ah Taehyung you…" your nose scrunches up, "you're making me fluster."

"I think you look quite adorable flustering. It makes you look so perfectly alive."

"Well this is quite", you chuckle, "this is quite the compliment."

You look at him. There is too much distance between you and him. Besides, it's so chilly in your apartment, sharing warmth seems like the right thing to do. You scoot closer and closer until your folded legs are resting on his'.

"Is it alright if I do this?" you ask him and he nods.

"It is alright", there it is again, that unfamiliar look on his face. That warmth.

"I saw you looking at Frida when I came out", you start and nod at your little Dieffenbachia. Taehyung follows your path of vision with his eyes. "Do you like plants?"

"Of course, I enjoy plants quite a lot. I think it's rather marvellous that they’re alive."

You have to chuckle at that.

"I mean that's what plants are supposed to be", you tease and nudge his chest, "that’s what we're all supposed to be."

Taehyung lowers his eyes for a moment before he takes a long sip of his tea.

"I guess you are right. What a silly thing for me to say."

"No, it wasn’t silly. I get what you mean. I like that about plants too", you look over to one of your favourite plants, "I always get so happy when I see that one of them grew a new leaf."

You look back at Taehyung. Somehow it seems as if that unfamiliar emotion on his face grew. He chuckles breathlessly and lowers his eyes.

"Was that a stupid thing to say?" you ask nervously.

Taehyung's eyes flit up to you, "oh, no, not at all. I was just-", he looks away and takes a long sip of his tea. He doesn’t continue speaking afterwards, he just continues looking at his own hands.

"You're probably regretting coming over, aren’t you?" you sigh, "I'm sorry, I know I'm boring. It's just that I'm a little nervous and tea helps me calm down."

"Oh why is that? Do I make you nervous?"

Your eyes meet. That warmth seems to practically radiate off of him.

"Yeah, a little bit", you confess, "also uhm, I haven’t really had lots of sex yet so there is that too."

"Are you", Taehyung seems drawn to your neck, "a virgin?" he whispers, voice croaky.

"Ah, no", you laugh and shake your head, "I have a little experience. You know I got my good old cherry bopped", you click your tongue, "so to speak."

Taehyung furrows his brows for the briefest of moments and blinks.

"So you've been courted before?" he asks.

You snort at his choice of words.

"Yes I have, not a lot. Just once actually when I was seventeen, no wait, twice if you count in that one time I sucked a guy's dick on a nightclub toilet when I was twenty, but that was it."

Taehyung looks into his tea cup, "I see", he murmurs and somehow he sounds disappointed.

Like the awkward person you are, you try to lighten the mood by joking.

"But hey I basically am. You won’t feel a difference", you say, cringing internally as you are speaking.

"Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex", Taehyung says and furrows his brows, "it doesn’t matter if a woman slept with one man, three hundred men or none. The vagina doesn’t loosen up."

"Oh, okay, uhm wow", you laugh nervously, "and here I was trying to make a joke."

"I see...my mistake then", Taehyung gives you a bow of his head, "I just don’t want you feeling shoddy for enjoying life, because believe me, it can be over in the blink of an eye", he looks at you, there is sadness on his features, "so enjoy it ___ for as long and as passionate as you can."

“I will”, you lower your eyes, “thank you.”

Taehyung takes a sip of his tea and so do you. You watch him, playing with the handle of your mug as you do. He is so mesmerised by your plants, his eyes are basically racing from one pot to the other.

“Do you have dreams you want to fulfil before you die Taehyung?” you ask him. It was the first question that came into your mind. Hopefully he doesn’t think it is weird.

“Yes”, he answers you, “I have dreams. I want to be alive”, Taehyung takes a shaky breath, “well, I want to know how it feels to be alive. I want to feel excitement again and happiness", he touches his own chest, "and I want to be loved for who I really am and not for who I pretend to be.”

You hadn’t expected such a deep answer from him and for a moment you are lost for words. You place your hand on his arm and it is the first time you hear him gasp.

“Are you pretending Taehyung?” you ask him quietly.

“I think most of the time I am, no actually, I am pretending all of the time.”

So all his terribly good manners and old school behaviour was just an act. Well, you had partially figured that out already, however you hadn’t figured out the actual reason yet.

“Yeah? So you’re pretending right now too?”

Taehyung looks at you and he seems to relax when his eyes finally meet yours.

“I haven’t been more honest with anyone than I am with you”, he confesses.

“Well, I am glad that you aren’t pretending with me”, you give him a smile and take a sip of your tea.

“Yeah”, Taehyung murmurs, swirling the tea in his cup with a flick of his wrist.

“Do you have dreams too?” his question surprises you. You blink and take a deep breath.

“Oh yes, of course I do, but compared to your dream, mine sounds so silly.”

“Tell me."

“My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. I want to take care of plants and watch them grow. And I also want to write books that make people smile", you sip on your tea and shrug your shoulders, "or maybe I just really want to make people happy.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, so deep in fact it sounds as if he never breathed before. He presses his hand to his chest, grunting quietly as he swallows repeatedly.

"Hey, are you alright?" you gasp, sudden panic flooding your stomach, "you're not having a heart attack, are you?"

Taehyung shakes his head and clasps your arm. He wheezes but it's the type of wheeze you only do when you're in pain.

"Okay, what the fuck is happening? Do you need a doctor?"

He shakes his head again. He drinks his tea, hand shaking as he does. He finishes it in one go, pressing his eyes closed as he does.

"You're worrying me. Should I really not call an ambulance?"

"No", Taehyung puts the empty cup on your coffee table, "I'm alright, I just got a funny feeling in my throat."

"Are you sure? You looked like you were in pain", you study him in suspicion.

"I am quite alright. Worry not", he assures you and reaches out to caress your cheek.

There was magic in his touch. You were sure of it. Because as he touched your cheek and told you not to worry, the panic in your stomach seemed to just vanish. It is as if you were never even worried about him in the first place. You blink and shake your head to get that fuzzy feeling out of your system. Weird.

Taehyung caresses your cheek again and scoots closer.

"I have this sudden urge to kiss you. May I?" he asks, eyes glued to your lips.

"You want to kiss me?" you ask then.

"Yes, if you allow me. I want to hold you and kiss you. You are such a lovely woman and I am..." he looks at your lips, "...aching for just one kiss of you. Please."

"Oh", you laugh nervously, "oh, ah", you lower your eyes, cheeks heating up, "okay."

"Yes?" he makes sure and laughs breathily, "oh ___, you truly make me the happiest man."

Taehyung closes the distance between you and him. He brushes his fingers over your lips, eliciting an excited gasp from you. He looks into your eyes. That warmth on his features, it's so strong you can almost feel it.

"I promise to be gentle", he whispers, eyes flitting to your lips.

"O-okay", you breathe, heart racing like crazy in your chest. You can’t even remember the last time someone kissed you. How does a kiss feel like? Will he notice your inexperience? What if he doesn’t like it? Where do you-

Taehyung kisses you, turning your brain off with just a touch of his lips. You gasp, eyes falling closed in an instant. Oh, oh, oh dear lord. That feels nice. He holds you, keeping your head tilted up as he scoots even closer until he can wrap his arm around you. It happens naturally that you find your place on his lap, feeling so safe on it.

His warm body against yours, his soft lips dancing with yours in a gentle kiss, his fingers drawing figures on your back. It all just feels so nice.

Taehyung breaks the kiss, sighing as he does. You already miss his lips and it hasn't even been a second.

"How was that?" he asks, running his fingers through your hair.

"It felt nice", you whisper and lower your eyes, "can we do it again?"

Taehyung smiles that warm, honest smile of his' and nods. He pulls you closer and kisses you again. Just as slow and gentle as before. You scoot up his lap and hook your arms behind his head. Your chest brushes against his', the sensation making you both sigh into the kiss. He deepens it, tip of his tongue outlining your lips. Oh, it's so warm and wet. Feels so good too.

You pull back for the briefest of moments to giggle shyly. Taehyung answers it by humming and travelling his hand from the back of your head to your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your skin, pecking your lips repeatedly until you grow too impatient and kiss him properly.

Taehyung purrs in content, pressing you against his body. There is something rubbing against your core. It wasn’t there before. You grind down on it, eliciting a deep moan from him. Oh, it's him.

"Sorry, uh did that hurt?" you ask, sneaking a glance down at his crotch. Oh wow.

"No, on the contrary", he tells you and travels his hands down to your hips. He guides them over his bulge, humming deeply at the feeling, "I enjoy that sensation", he tells you, voice slightly shaky.

"Oh, okay", you say, totally mesmerised by the way your hips move over him repeatedly. It feels really good for you too. As a matter of fact you can feel how your panties are getting soaked more and more with every new grind.

"What say you, shall we change locations?" he asks.

"Like my bed?" you answer him.

Your eyes meet. Heat rises to your cheeks at the view of his blown out pupils. He nods and smiles a lopsided smile.

"We could do that, yeah", you say, heart beginning to race in excitement.

"Kiss me again", he says softly and so you do.

And as you kiss him and feel him up with eager hands, Taehyung stands up with your body safely in his arms. You giggle into the kiss, tightening your legs around his middle quickly. It is like he doesn’t even feel your weight, like you were air to him. How peculiar, he doesn’t even look that overly muscular. And yet you won’t question it, not when that would mean having to break the kiss.

You feel him move through the room with ease. One kiss and then your back collides with the closed bedroom door. It knocks the air out of you in a quiet moan.

Taehyung slides you down against it and sets you down carefully. He breaks the kiss, hooded eyes racing over your face.

"Take my tie off and open my shirt", he says.

"Really?"

"Yes."

You inhale shakily and reach out. Okay this is going to be easy. Just keep cool. Hopefully he doesn’t feel how terribly clumsy your fingers are. Taehyung caresses your arms as you open his tie and pull it off of him.

"Here", you want to hand it to him.

"Throw it on the floor", he says, chest heaving up and down in excited breaths.

"Oh, yeah, right. Stupid me", you say having to laugh in nervousness.

Taehyung merely smirks and leans closer. He smells so good. You lick over your lips, fingers falling onto the uppermost button of his shirt afterwards. You open it, Taehyung inhales. You open the second one, Taehyung exhales. The third one, Taehyung draws closer. The fourth one, he leans against the door with his arms caging you in. You pull the shirt out of his pants to get the rest of the buttons. The fifth one, he purrs and you don’t try to stare. Your fingers touch skin, nervous gasp escaping you. The sixth one, Taehyung leans down and connects his lips with yours. You moan, eyelids fluttering before they fall closed. The seventh and last one, Taehyung cups your cheek and presses you against the door.

You can’t take it any longer. You pull the shirt open and touch him. His skin is so soft, wow, you never want to stop touching it. You run your fingers along his ribcage up to his chest, basking in the way he purrs with every touch. You are doing this to him, this excites you so much. Maybe you actually aren’t as bad as you thought you would be.

You stumble when Taehyung manages to open the door. He presses you against his body before you could fall, guiding your steps. In the new position your hands slide to his back, feeling up and down his skin. He has a really nice spine, which is a peculiar thing to notice, but he really does. Goosebumps rise on his skin as you run your fingernails up and down his spine. Taehyung takes a step, a gasp escapes you. The kiss breaks. He is pressing you against your dresser, holding you by your sides.

"May I return the favour?" he asks, fingers travelling to the zipper at the back of your dress.

"Yes", you answer him, studying his features. The candle light makes his skin glow like golden diamonds, it is so beautiful.

Taehyung starts pulling the zipper down and while he is busy undressing you, you allow your eyes to finally flit to his chest. You swallow. He's beautiful. As if gods chiselled him out of the finest of marble. You touch his toned chest, eyes flitting up.

"What?" he asks softly, his fingers have stopped as he is gazing at you in nervous adoration.

"I hope it doesn’t sound weird, but you're literally so beautiful", you answer him and warmth fills his features.

"You think so?"

You nod your head, giving him the sweetest smile you can offer. And in return his features fill with so much warmth that you can feel it radiate off of him.

"Thank you", he whispers, hooking his fingers in the straps of your dress and sliding them down your arms. The dress falls to the floor, pooling by your feet. You do the same to his shirt.

"You are breathtaking", Taehyung says with awe in his voice, swirling his fingers over your collarbones.

"You think so?"

"Yes, you truly are", he breathes, cupping your cheek.

"T-thank you", you stutter and then he already kisses you again. Deeply and filled with passion, making you get on your tiptoes and hook your arms behind his neck.

Taehyung uses the position to press you closer to him. His skin feels warm and soft against yours. It makes your stomach tingle because it is such a nice sensation to experience.

"Taehyung", you moan into the kiss.

"Yes", he answers you.

With your fingers in his hair and your body pressed against his, you stumble to your bed and fall onto it, pulling him right with you.

He chuckles, breaking the kiss.

"Are you truly sure?" he asks you, caressing your cheek and gazing at you with blown-out pupils.

"I'm so sure", you tell him, outlining the shape of his shoulders with hungry touches.

He smiles playfully, "well if that is so, scoot up", he tells you, straightening up.

You follow happily, gazing at him with parted legs once you have claimed your position.

Taehyung opens his belt and pants, slipping them down his legs quickly. You can't stop staring at the bulge in his underwear. It is so impressive. You have forgotten how big erections actually are. Your cheeks heat up, thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought.

His eyes flit to you, his lips curling into a knowing grin.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, placing his hand over his bulge to rub it softly.

"Yes, holy moly", you whisper, making him smirk. You don’t notice it, but you are completely mesmerised by what he is doing.

Taehyung joins you on the bed, caging you between the mattress and him. You reach for him in an instant, touching his chest. It feels even warmer than it normally does, like he was burning up in arousal as well.

"Taehyung", you whisper.

"Yes sweetest?" he asks you, lowering his eyes playfully. His eye contact makes your stomach tingle, heat pooling at your entrance.

"You are so attractive."

"Well, you are beautiful", he retorts and leans down to kiss your lips.

You mewl, hooking your arms behind his neck. It has only been minutes since he last kissed you and yet you have felt painfully starved of his kiss. Now that you finally have it again, it feels like fireworks are going off in your chest.

He is such a good kisser. So gentle and careful and yet so passionate. Also his lips are so soft and taste so sweet, like orange chocolate. Every sensation just feels so good.

You break the kiss to catch your breath. Your hands are running up and down his torso hungrily, you haven’t quite decided yet if it was inappropriate to do, but you truly can’t help yourself. Kissing him just...turns you on so much. It turns you on to the point that only groping his body can ease a little bit of the ache.

Taehyung leans in, claiming your lips again. A moan slips from you, your back arches off the mattress. You are feeling dizzy by now. Truly and utterly dizzy. It is like you can’t breathe while at the same time you are breathing too quickly. You are shivering while feeling too hot. Your limbs are aching in heaviness while feeling lightweight with each swirl of his tongue against your own.

"Taehyung", you break the kiss, "please more."

"Yes? Are you sure?" he makes sure once again. Despite the obvious desire in his eyes, he is still asking you. This alone is enough to turn your body into puddy.

"Yes, like really much."

He chuckles, "well that is quite a lot then. Alright then. Tell me what you need to get ready and I will do it", he says, caressing your face.

"Get ready? What do you mean?"

"Preparations for my length, so it doesn’t hurt", he explains and furrows his brows when he sees the confusion on your features, "don't tell me that the man who took your innocence didn’t prepare you."

"I mean...that's what lube is for. Isn’t it? And I mean I sucked his cock, so we did some foreplay. And also sex for a woman is supposed to hurt at first", you say, cringing internally at how embarrassing this conversation is.

"Did he tell you that?"

You nod, face literally feeling like it's one fire.

Taehyung scoffs in distaste.

"Oh what a terrible prick", he murmurs, "oh if only…" he doesn’t continue talking, but you can kind of imagine what he is thinking.

Your eyes meet.

"Allow me", he says and scoots down your body.

"Uhm what are you doing?" you gasp, raising your head to stare at him.

Taehyung looks at you from between your legs. He places his hands on your hips.

"May I show you the pleasures a woman can feel?" he asks, exciting you to the point of you having to take a deep breath.

“W-what would that be?”

“Well, you see…” he drifts off as he kisses your inner thigh instead. You shudder, eyes growing in size. Oh, wow. That’s incredible.

“...there are many splendid ways a woman can feel pleasure”, he continues, hot breath fanning over your skin. He places an open-mouthed kiss on your thigh, biting down gently afterwards. Another shudder runs through you, your breath hitches.

“There is tactile stimulation”, he says, dancing his fingers up and down your sides. He uses his nails each time he runs them down your sensitive skin. You shiver, writhing on the mattress. It tickles and yet feels so, so good. He hums at your reaction, basking in the way your eyes cloud over in arousal.

“There is of course penetration”, he says and quirks up an eyebrow at you, “however, let’s not rush it quite yet”, he rasps, sending you a playful smirk. You swallow and nod your head. Rushing doesn’t even sound that bad right now. You are so incredibly needy.

“And then there is oral stimulation”, he says, voice deeper than before. He connects his lips with your inner thigh and sucks gently. You groan, muscles flexing. He breaks away, flicking his tongue over the dark spot he created, “my personal favourite.”

“I-I can s-see that”, you try to answer him, but with all the heavy breaths you need to take, speaking is complicated.

“I see”, Taehyung smiles in contentment, nodding his head. He starts kissing your thigh again, twirling his fingers over your stomach at the same time. Heat pools at your entrance, your legs part.

“So you see, there are many ways a woman can feel pleasure", he says, voice husky. He changes legs, swirling his tongue down your other inner thigh. You whine, stomach clenching. You want him to do exactly that but between your legs. You have never felt such a painful urge before, it leaves you squirming and shivering and gasping for more.

“Tell me, did you have an orgasm before?” he asks, eyes meeting yours. You grab your bedsheets, wanting him to continue so badly it hurts.

You nod shyly, “uh, w-with myself.”

“I see” he hums and places a kiss on your thigh, “are you curious to find out how it feels like to receive an orgasm?”

You nod vigorously and croak out a "yeah."

“Wonderful”, he kisses your other inner thigh again, massaging your hips as he does, "I will undress you for it. May I?"

"Yeah, it's fine with me", you say and raise your hips.

Taehyung chuckles at your sudden urgency, hooking his fingers in your panties and pulling them down your legs.

The sudden cold hitting your core makes you shiver. Dear christ, you’re literally naked from the waist down. Oh no and you just remembered that you haven’t even shaved. This is so embarrassing, Taehyung must think you are totally repulsive. Quick, let's close your legs.

"Don't shy away", Taehyung stops you however and parts them again, “you are breathtaking”, he assures you and kisses down your inner thigh, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

"I can't get enough of that view", he says and smiles playfully, "so don’t shy away, sweetest. Alright?"

"Y-yes", you press out, feeling breathless in both nervousness and confidence. He thinks you are breathtaking and yet you are so bared. Oh it is so confusing to decide which feeling you want more.

"Perfect", he praises and begins kissing down your inner thigh.

"Oh", you gasp and watch him as he grows closer to your core and closer and closer and, "OH!" you moan loudly, head falling into your pillow. Dearmotherofchrist what the hell? Okay, goodbye cruel world this is how you will die.

Taehyung hums in content and flicks his tongue through your folds, tasting your sweetness on his tongue. He stops at your clit, swirling his tongue over it repeatedly as he runs his fingers up and down your folds. This is literally wow. So warm and wet and so not at all like anything you have ever felt before. This is madness. Heaven.

"Hngngn yes", you moan, twisting the sheets.

Taehyung growls playfully and buries more of his face in your core. Those vibrations, they are quite literally turning your brain into mush. He sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue over it afterwards. His fingers toy with the juices by your entrance, tickling you most deliciously. Your legs shake, your hips bucking into his mouth.

"Ha, ah! Wow", you yelp, seeing stars. You are so close. The new sensations are just too much for you.

Especially when Taehyung slips one of his long fingers inside of you and starts fucking you slowly. He is still licking your clit hungrily, growling every so often at the taste of you.

"Oh my christ!" you blurt out, having to choke out a moan afterwards.

Taehyung curls his finger inside of you and sucks on your clit. This was too much. You come undone in an instant. Hot and so, so strong. You normally can control your voice but right now those moans are coming out of you all on their own. Taehyung swirls his tongue all over your core as you orgasm on his mouth, watching you with dark eyes.

Only when you start wincing does he pull away from you. He sits up, caressing your thigh with his clean hand.

"How was that?" he asks, licking his finger clean.

"Give me a second", you say, swallowing repeatedly. This just happened. You still have to decide if you should be embarrassed or not.

Taehyung makes himself comfortable next to you in the time you need to collect yourself, littering your face with kisses. Just as he reaches your jawline, you find your voice again.

"I'm so weird aren’t I?" you chuckle, "I literally came in like five seconds."

"You are not weird at all. It is only natural for your body to react so strongly to new sensations", he assures you, "besides, we have many more occasions to practice your stamina", he adds teasingly.

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands because hiding is the only thing you can do right now. You just came on another person's tongue and you did it so quickly. You will cringe because of it for so long.

"This is so embarrassing", you murmur and groan.

"No it is not", he assures you, "you've done so well."

Taehyung kisses your neck then, forcing a sigh to slip past your lips. He goes slow in his kisses, caressing your stomach with his tender fingers.

"All that matters is that you enjoyed yourself", he whispers against the shell or your ear, "did you enjoy yourself, sweetest?" he asks and begins nibbling on your earlobe softly.

"Yeah, it was really nice", you say in a sigh, melting under his touch.

Taehyung looks at you and smiles. You retort it because his presence makes you feel good.

"Wonderful", he says, eyes lowering in arousal, "however I am not finished with you quite yet."

"Should I like suck your cock?" you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows

"No, no. Sweetest ___ no", he says in a fond chuckle, pushing you back down gently, "please lie back and enjoy yourself. You don’t have to do anything tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. I will take such great care of you."

"Oh? Okay", you say, laughing breathlessly. He is so sweet and respectful and goddamn, it turns you on so much.

“May I take your brassiere off? It is quite wonderful but it would only be in the way”, he says, toying with the strap.

“Sure, but don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks”, you allow him, sitting up.

“I understand”, he says, reaching behind. He unclasps your bra in one expert move and slides it off your arms, littering your shoulder with kisses as he does.

You like the current position. One of his arms is propped on the mattress behind you, supporting your back so you could rest back comfortably. His other hand runs up your arm, following the path which your bra strap had taken seconds ago. And while his hand was busy exploring your arm, his lips were occupied with leaving the softest of kisses on your neck and shoulder.

You tilt your head back, melting closer to him. His naked stomach is pressed against your arm, his leg rubs against yours each time he moves for a kiss and every now and then you can feel his hard bulge grind against your hip. It makes him moan softly each time it happens.

His hand takes up a new path then, drawing swirls on your stomach.

"Ah", you sigh and arch into his touch. It feels so much more intense on your stomach. Slightly ticklish but all the more arousing. It makes your core ache in the want to be touched again.

Taehyung however has different plans. His hand travels up your torso, stopping when he can cup your breast softly.

You gasp, opening your eyes slightly.

"Is that alright?" he makes sure, deep voice carrying arousal.

"Yes", you sigh, shivering.

He touches you better now that he has your full consent, using his long fingers to massage your flesh tenderly. It feels peculiar. Your breasts have never really been sensitive when you tried to touch them during masturbation, but they feel so sensitive now that Taehyung touches them. Even your nipple, which normally only really comes out of hiding when it is cold, hardens under his touch.

“Oh Taehyung”, you sigh.

“Lie down again”, he whispers against your neck.

You do so with his support. The moment your back hits the mattress, Taehyung leans down and starts kissing your chest. You arch into his touch, moaning his name. Touches feel nice, but this! This feels amazing. It leaves you breathless and twisting the sheets.

"This is so good, this is so good, holy fuck this is so good", you chant, arching and squirming under him.

He swirls his tongue over your hardened nipple.

"Oh wow!" you exclaim, ripping your eyes open. That is how sensitive your nipple can feel?

Taehyung repeats what he had done before on your other breast, forcing a moan past your lips.

You close your eyes, keeping your mouth open because closing it feels impossible to do when Taehyung touches you like that.

"I'm so wet", you choke out in a moment of blissed-out pleasure. You would never say such things out loud, but in this moment as Taehyung swirled his tongue over your hardened pebble and used his fingers on your other, you couldn’t help but do.

"Yes? May I feel it?" he asks in a rasp.

"Yes please", you allow him, parting your legs.

Taehyung could do anything to you at this point. You are so far gone in the warm, fuzzy space he created. Also, you trust him to do a good job. Afterall, he hasn’t disappointed up until now.

"You are so ravishing, sweetest", he whispers darkly, "truly, touching you feels like heaven" he says against your chest as his right hand is dancing down your body to your core. Just as he starts sucking on the sensitive skin of your breast he slips two of his fingers inside of you.

“Ah, yes”, you choke out, quivering at the feeling of the sudden stretch.

He scissors them, fucking in and out of you slowly. His teeth craze over your nipple before he bites down. It stings most deliciously, forcing a shaky moan out of you.

“Don’t stop please, feels so good”, you plead, soaking his hand with your arousal.

Taehyung moans in answer and curls his digits deep inside of you. Warmth courses through you in sparks. It is that spot. The one you’ve only read about in magazines. He has found it and it feels amazing.

“There, oh god”, you moan loudly, rolling your hips into his hand.

Taehyung curls his fingers again and sucks on your collarbone. He rolls his thumb on your clit, adding pleasure so incredible you squeak and shudder.

"Feels so good, feels so g-good", you stutter, squirming in his hold. This right here will never leave your brain again. This sensation is in there, meant to haunt you in the most inappropriate of times. During class, on the bus, whilst talking to people. You know that you will think of that sensation during such moments and it will leave you flustered and make your stomach flutter.

"Don't stop, please don’t stop", you beg him, arching your back and making his fingers slip deeper as a result. You mewl and shudder, wiggling your legs on the mattress.

"Oh sweetest, watching you be like this drives me crazy", he rasps against your ear. He curls his fingers again, grinding his thumb into your clit at the same time.

"Tae-" your voice cuts off as you rip your mouth open and squeak instead.

"That's it, you’re doing amazing", he praises, rewarding you with a roll of his wrist.

In and out his fingers go, curling once they are back inside again. You feel so warm in your pussy that all you can do is clench around his digits. It makes the warmth grow even more, makes his fingers grace against your sensitive spot better.

"Oh", you squeak, rolling your head to the side, "Taehyung…"

Your eyes meet. He was burning up in arousal, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asks softly just as he curls his fingers again.

You widen your eyes and whimper, nodding your head vigorously.

"That is good. You are doing so well."

Another curl, Taehyung leans down to kiss your neck. He growls, speeding up the movements of his hand.

"Ah! I’m gonna cum again”, you confess, feeling only slightly embarrassed about it.

"Yes?" his voice is deep and raspy.

"Yes. So, s-so much", you press out, tensing.

“Let go”, he says, voice so heavy in arousal he doesn’t even sound like Taehyung anymore. He keeps his mouth pressed to your neck, right where your heartbeat is the strongest. He curls his fingers and circles his thumb, forcing you over the edge in the most pleasurable of ways.

“Taehyu-”, your voice cuts off as the air gets knocked out of you. Heat courses through your body from the top of your head down to your toes, “holy shit, holy fuck, oh christ almighty!”

Twenty-five seconds this motherfucker shook your body. Twenty-five seconds you felt like dying and being reborn all at the same time. Twenty-five seconds and then his thumb on your clit starts to hurt.

“Hurts”, you choke out and Taehyung pulls away.

“Forgive me”, he whispers, voice croaky, “I may have lost myself in the feeling of you for a moment.”

He begins trailing kisses on your shoulder and collarbone, caressing your stomach with his soiled fingers.

“The feeling of me?” you ask, slightly out of breath. You turn your head to look at Taehyung, whose eyes are so blown-out they appear black.

“Ah”, he licks over his lips and swallows roughly, “my mind wandered to dark places, it shouldn’t bother you any further.”

You place your hands on his chest, eliciting an excited purr from him.

“Tell me.”

He draws closer, eyes racing over your features. He swallows, licks over his lips again and exhales shakily.

“I imagined my fingers to be my length, rocking itself in and out of you”, he leans closer, lips pressed to your neck, “and as you climaxed around my fingers I wondered…”, he lowers his voice, “....how must it feel like to enter you when you are still tight from your orgasm”, he rasps.

Your breath hitches. You can’t deny that his words have an effect on you. Truly, you have never felt that insatiable before. Normally one orgasm is enough for you and yet tonight you don’t want to get enough of them.

“Do you-”, you need to take a deep breath to find your courage, “-want to find out?”

His dark eyes flit up, meeting yours.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, very."

His lips curl into a smirk.

“Then there is nothing I want more right now.”

“T-then do it”, you stutter, parting your legs for him.

“How could I refuse you?” he rasps and straightens up, “let me just get protection first”, he says and scurries off the bed to get the condom which he had kept in the pocket of his pants.

As he is standing there at the foot end of your bed, you can’t help but stare. As he hooks his fingers in his briefs and starts pulling them down, you can’t help but swallow. As he takes his big cock between his fingers and strokes it lazily, you can’t help but watch, squirming in excitement as you do. He rolls the condom on, resuming his movements once it is on.

He rounds the bed, eyes glued to your face. He claims the place between your legs, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. It makes you shiver and yet. You eye his length, swallowing deeply. He really is like a lot bigger than your few sex encounters you had until now.

“You’re really, uhm, big”, you say, making him chuckle deeply.

“Thank you”, he says, cupping your cheek, "have you changed your mind?"

"No of course not, I’m just...a big scaredy cat, that's all", you say and laugh.

Taehyung smiles, drawing closer to kiss your cheek. It makes you feel less nervous in an instant.

“Don’t be scared sweetest. I will go slow, alright?” he whispers softly, caressing your skin.

“Yeah alright", you say, drawing closer all on your own.

Taehyung connects your lips in a kiss. He tastes a little different. It must be you. It's nice. You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair. Your nipples brush against his chest, the kiss deepens. Taehyung kisses you so good, so good in fact that you don’t even notice when he breaches you. He moans and rocks back and forth. Just the tip is inside of you for now, slipping in and out of you. Okay you can feel that and it doesn’t hurt. Not even a little bit. It doesn’t hurt. Holy shit.

"Taehyung", the kiss breaks as you gasp for air.

"Doesn’t that feel nice?" he asks, voice shaky in arousal.

"Yeah", you squeak out quietly, "Taehyung I want more", you confess shyly.

He moves his hips, his cock slips deeper, breaching you in ways you truly weren’t ready for. It stretches you out so much, but doesn’t hurt. It really doesn’t hurt.

"Oh, ah", you roll your head to the side and grab the edge of the pillow, fighting the urge to curse.

Taehyung loosens your fingers around the pillow and holds your hand instead. It makes the breach feel even better.

"Look at me", he whispers.

You turn your head and open your eyes slowly. That warmth greets you, the one you can practically feel and which makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"You are doing incredible", he rasps just as he bottoms out. A shake courses through both your bodies. Just as you feel so perfectly filled by him, he feels so amazingly squeezed by you.

"Do you hear me, sweetest? You are taking me so well."

"I-I hear you", you whisper, eyes mesmerised by his gaze. You can’t look away. He is so handsome, his eyes are filled with so much warmth. You are falling deeper and deeper into that fuzzy space he created for you and it feels as if you were floating.

He starts rolling his hips, deepening the eye contact and squeezing your hand.

You keen, parting your lips on instinct and feeling your eyelids flutter. This feels the same as when he was fingering you, but way more intense. Now not only your g-spot is getting stimulated, but it feels like your entire core does, warm and everflowing and so perfectly filled up.

"You feel so good around me", he rasps, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm. He leans in, squeezing your hand, "you take me so well, you take me so incredibly well", he says and sighs softly, tickling your lips with it.

Your heart flutters, your stomach bursts in butterflies. It turns you on so much to know that he was feeling just as good as you do.

Taehyung lifts his head again and smiles drunkenly. You squirm, almost tearing up. You feel so warm and fuzzy! This is the best thing you have ever experienced.

"I can't get enough of you", he presses out and sighs.

"You-", a moan cuts you off as Taehyung starts rubbing circles on your clit, "-fuck. Holy fuck. Fucking fuck."

His eyes cloud over, his lips parting at the way you squeeze his length. He squeezes your hand and then he moans. He moans so deliciously your stomach actually full on felt like you were on a rollercoaster. You call the feeling rollercoaster-drop-thingy. It is a stupid name, but it has never been more accurate than tonight.

"Hold me", Taehyung chokes out. Your stomach does another clench at that. You sneak your arm around his body, fingers resting on his shoulders.

He moans and closes his eyes. His hips speed up, his thumb does too. You groan and before you can stop yourself your legs are closed around the back of his muscular thighs. You want him closer. It feels so good to be so close during sex.

"That's it, draw me in deeper. Keep me there", he encourages you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. He starts kissing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You moan, squeezing him closer just like he wanted you to. He growls, dragging his teeth down your neck. He has really sharp teeth, you just realised that. It tickles.

"Feels so good", you breathe, eyes falling closed.

"You enjoy it?" he confirms, swirling his tongue up the racing heartbeat in your neck. He growls again, giving you deep strokes, the kind that make your toes curl.

"Yeah, yeah, oh god, yeah", you mewl, digging your fingernails into his back.

Taehyung drags his teeth down your neck a second time, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin.

"I'm going insane. This feels so good", you sob softly, hugging him closer almost obsessively.

"It does my sweetest, it does", he pants, "keep holding me, you are doing amazing. Just keep holding me."

"Taehyung", you whimper, twisting your fingers in his hair. Both of your hands are buried in it. Taehyung abandons your clit just to be able to rest his elbows on each side of your head and cup your face between his palms.

Your eyes meet in a hazy gaze. He looks high in arousal.

"I'm completely lost in you", he pants, rocking himself into you in deep, slow thrusts.

Your body shudders, you feel yourself twisting his hair.

"I can't believe how good this feels", you confess.

Taehyung draws closer, touching your cheeks, your temples, your forehead all while moaning sweetly. His cock throbs inside of you each time he bottoms out. You can feel every inch as he moves. Hot and deep, oh so deep.

"I love your face. I love it so much", he says and begins kissing it. And while his lips are worshipping you, making you feel eternal whilst doing so, his right hand finds its way back to your clit.

"Tae", you squeak and mewl, feeling your legs shake.

He presses down on your clit, angling his hips perfectly to graze that special spot inside of you. You moan, heart speeding up in your chest. You press him closer, hug him tighter until he can feel your racing heartbeat against his chest.

Taehyung lets out a mixture of a needy moan and a hungry growl. He abandons your hair to twist the pillow instead, almost ripping it.

"You are incredible", he rasps breathlessly, "so incredible."

"You too, oh fuck, you too."

"Hold me closer", it almost sounds like plead, "show me how it feels like."

You won’t question what exactly he meant with it, instead you draw him in closer until your skin is basically melted with his'. Taehyung moans your name, following it up with a desperate "fuck."

He kisses your neck, panting and moaning as his hips continue their deep strokes. His left arm snakes around you, pressing you against his chest. Wow, you have never realised how touch starved you were. This feels like heaven. His body so snug against yours, every inch of your skin connected with his', even your deepest parts of yourself feel a part of him. This is what togetherness means. This right here is what intimacy feels like.

"Taehyung I'm close", you choke out, running your fingers through his hair.

"I can feel it", he chokes out and grunts, "don't hold back. Let go sweetest ___ let go, I’m here to hold you through it."

And so you do, you let go with the knowledge that Taehyung is there to hold you through your shakes. Warm and nice, it makes you feel. And as you are floating on your high Taehyung continues kissing your neck, whispering your name with such sweetness he can taste it on his tongue.

You come down slowly, Taehyung continued rocking in and out of you the entire time. He goes a lot more gently now that you are clenching from your high. His lips are pressed to your neck, feeling wet and letting heavy pants slip past.

"You brought me to my limits", he croaks, thighs shaking, "___ my body, it-"

"Let go", you interrupt him, dragging your nails down his back.

"Yes?"

"Yes please."

"Sweetest…" he whispers and moans with his voice slightly pitched. He closes his eyes and parts his lips and then he begins fucking into you in hard, fast thrusts.

They make you squeak and shake, your fingers grasp him desperately, your pussy feeling so goddamn sensitive that your toes curl.

"Sweetest, oh ___, ah god ah-hah", Taehyung moans, scrunching his nose up and furrowing his brows, "almost there."

"This is so hot", you moan, twisting his hair between your fingers.

He whimpers and falters, burying his face in your neck.

"Hug me please", he begs.

You obey gladly, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, yes, oh yes. Yes!" he chants as he draws you in closer, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding your hand, "now, now….oh ___….n-now!" He rolls his hips into you one last time and then the quakes of his high overtake him, eliciting a guttural moan from him. And as he shakes above you, you run your fingers through his hair, thinking to yourself how good this feels.

Taehyung rolls off of you once his last shake ran through him, limbs stretched out and chest heaving up and down in heavy breaths. His eyes are closed, his lips parted. His hair, once perfectly styled, sticks to his damp forehead. Beautiful, you think.

You roll onto your side and reach out to touch his ribs. He shivers at the touch.

"That was fun", you say breathlessly.

Taehyung rolls onto his side and opens his eyes. That warmth, it makes him glow even brighter than the candles.

"Come here sweetest", he orders you in a soft voice, opening his arms for you.

You scoot closer, placing your hands on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, petting your hair while kissing your forehead repeatedly. He makes happy little sounds as he kisses you, it fills you with so much feel good tingles.

"I haven’t made love like this in ages", he says, voice heavy from his afterglow. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, "I remember again", he whispers.

"What do you remember?" you ask, drinking in his features.

"How it feels like."

"Love making?"

Taehyung opens his eyes. He seems to hesitate for a moment but then he nods.

"Yes, love making", he agrees quietly.

You smile.

"You aren’t going to drop me now, are you?" you ask him.

"Why should I?" he gasps, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"I don't know", you shrug your shoulders, "now that you've had sex with me, maybe you don’t want to put efford into this anymore."

"No sweetest no. I told you that this isn’t about sex for me. Sex is merely a wonderful byproduct from being with you. You have truly bewitched me, body and soul", he assures you, making you giggle.

"You just sounded like Mister Darcy."

He smiles fondly, reaching out to tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

You look at each other, sharing a moment of comfortable silence. Your fingers paint swirls on his chest. He seems so utterly content and it makes you feel so nice. It makes you feel...

“You know what's funny?” you whisper, drawing closer.

“No. What is funny?” he asks equally as quiet.

“That I feel weirdly safe with you.”

Taehyung blinks, as if your words surprised him. He takes a deep breath and smiles. He smiles so beautifully his eyes actually sparkle.

“Well, I am glad that you feel this way”, he says and brushes his fingers down your face before he cups it.

You scrunch your nose up and scoot even closer. You nuzzle your face into his chest, hugging him tightly. He smells good like his cologne and like sex. The scent makes your brain all droopy. Taehyung starts combing his fingers through your hair, holding you with his other arm.

"Mhhhm I feel so warm and fuzzy inside", you murmur.

He hums and hugs you closer, "me too."

"Thank you for making this so special. I don’t have to cringe anymore now when I think of sex."

"Yes? Was I able to take a little bit of the nervousness?"

You look into his eyes.

"I'm not nervous anymore."

He smiles before kissing your forehead, "oh sweetest, this is so good to hear."

You giggle and snuggle closer.

"I'm so, so sleepy though", you murmur and yawn.

"Then sleep, I will hold you", he whispers, sounding sleepy himself.

"Do you want to stay overnight?" you ask.

"If that is what you want, then yes I would love to stay overnight", Taehyung answers you.

"Yeah, please stay and cuddle me."

"Then I will stay", he says, hugging you to his chest safely.

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