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Yi-Seo

The drive back home was quiet on the outside but extremely chaotic on the inside as I could still feel Taehyung’s lips on mine, making every inch of my skin tingle with excitement. We stopped by for burgers on the way, and it was the most silent meal we have ever had together. All along the drive, his hand kept finding mine in soft touches, making it almost impossible for me to focus on the road.

Taehyung and I could barely keep off from each other until I clumsily unlocked my front door. The moment we step inside, he impatiently grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, and the door isn’t even fully closed behind us.

His lips are on mine, and the kiss is heated, passionate, needy, and everything else that I’ve been longing to experience with him. Holding my jaw tight in one hand, Taehyung skilfully parts my lips with his tongue, and it is no more a simple kiss; it never was, to begin with.

He kicks the door shut with his foot and locks it with his free hand and then brings it to hold me tight against his body. My hands are beneath his shirt, exploring the ripples of muscles on his warm and slim body while we stumble over to the couch, colliding into the corner console on the way and toppling down a few things, still kissing like teenagers.

I fall back on the couch, bringing both my hands to grab the collars of his shirt and dragging him down along with me. Taehyung is on top of me, and he finally pauses kissing me, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck to catch the spurts of breath that I stole from him for a few minutes. When he raises his head back up and looks me in the eyes, his chest is heaving, his lips are parted, and his gaze is intense and fiery—in the manner of a hungry tiger eyeing his meal.

I squirm a little because even though he looks lithe, Taehyung weighs as much as a whale. He’s heavy, and I’m getting crushed under his weight, but he realizes it quickly, and his gaze softens instantly.

“I’m sorry,” he hauls himself up, and I do the same, pushing my hair behind my ears and fixing my shirt as we sit beside each other on the couch.

There is a moment of profound silence between us, and then I turn my head to look at him at the same moment he turns his head to look at me, and I swear the timing and eye contact is stirring something within me, as always. My heart is still thundering against my ribcage, and it feels as though a swarm of wild butterflies is learning to flutter their wings inside my stomach.

“Why are you wearing these glasses?” Taehyung points to my glasses and asks an irrelevant question in a serious tone, but I can see that he’s suddenly nervous, and I find it really cute.

But I’m even more nervous, so much that I’m not able to coo at his cuteness, and I can hear the beats of my heart inside my ears. I’m gulping hard as I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

“I can’t really see well without them,” I answer his question in a voice that sounds so timid and not like mine at all. My hands are cold and trembling as I keep twiddling my fingers out of nervousness.

“You should take it off, it was a disturbance,” he complains, and it makes my cheeks heat up furiously. But before I could react using my hands, Taehyung leans forward and takes my glasses off my face, gently placing them on the coffee table thereafter. His fingertips are cold when they brush against my temples and cheeks.

Taehyung turns to sit facing me and scoots closer to me, and I do the same until our knees are touching. Holding our gazes, he brings one hand to hold my jaw, delicately swiping his thumb over my cheek, and my skin bristles with his freezing touch. Ironically, my cheek feels like it’s on fire where his hand makes contact.

“Yi-Seo,” he says breathily, his mesmerizing eyes searching mine for a reaction.

Hearing him call me by my name again makes my heart pick up pace, and I have a feeling that I’m already starting to get addicted to the sound of it. It feels like chocolate to my ears. Taehyung could just keep calling my name and do nothing else, and I might melt on the spot and turn into a puddle.

“Yi-Seo,” he whispers in a sultry tone this time, resting his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry about today…. I really am. I could have ruined it all. I was so reckless; it was all my fault. I’m sorry,” a few drops of tears slip from the corners of Taehyung’s eyes as his eyelids lower, and his soft lips quiver.

“Taehyung-ssi, please don’t feel bad about anything. I was upset this morning, but not anymore. Don’t blame yourself because none of it was your fault. It’s all over,” I give one confident nod and run a reassuring hand over his shoulder, gently cupping his smooth cheeks and holding his face in my hands thereafter.

“Of course, it was my fault. I’ve been such a terrible person,” his words are heavy, and sadness creeps into his eyes, replacing his loving gaze as he speaks.

“You are not a terrible person,” I say reassuringly, softly holding up his cheeks to look at him. “Forgive yourself, Taehyung-ssi. Life has been mean to you, people have been manipulating you and feeding off of your trust and niceness. But none of what happened to you was what you wanted to happen. You may have made bad life choices along the way, but do you want those choices to define you?” My question is answered only with his deep stare, and taking his silence as his cue for acceptance, I continue speaking.

“Forgive yourself, please,” my eyes soften when I use my thumb to catch a drop of tear trickling down the side of his cheek as he nods his head; his chin trembles a little and a shaky breath leaves his parted lips.

Taehyung’s hand coils around my waist and he pulls me closer to him, closing his eyes and tilting his head a little to allow our lips to meet once again. This time, the kiss is slow and sensuous, and there are his dwindling tears flowing through the kiss. There’s no tongue right away, and all I feel are his tender lips and a million words of unspoken deep emotions that silently flow from his mouth to mine.

Unable to keep myself away from him any longer, I slide over onto his lap, straddling him and locking my hands around his neck while still kissing him. Taehyung’s hands slide up my thighs and hips, gliding under my shirt as he allows his hands to trail up my back, growling as he pulls us closer. My body shudders under his hands, my hips are flush against his hips, separated by just a few layers of clothing, and I feel him grow hard between his thighs and mine.

We both feel it happening.

“Yi-Seo,” he whispers my name again, and I feel a mighty shiver running up my spine when his hands slide out of my clothes, and his long fingers slowly trace up my arm and softly brush the side of my neck.

“Don’t apologize again,” I mumble into his mouth with my eyes still closed, and my breathing is already broken as I lightly brush the tip of my nose against his.

“What are we doing?” Taehyung whispers to me when he realizes how intimate our bodies are in the position that we are in.

“What feels right,” I answer breathily, pressing my impatient lips to his for more kisses, but he isn’t responding, and it forces my eyes open, feeling a little embarrassed.

“What happened?” I ask him in a confused manner, and he gently pushes me away a little by putting a hand on my shoulder to create some space between us so that we could make proper eye contact.

“Yi-Seo,” Taehyung sighs softly, licking his lips out of habit. “It feels right to me, but I want you to fully feel the same. I don’t want you to feel forced. I want you to want me as much as I want you...not just because I want you,” he voices out without any hesitation, in a tone so deep and piercing that it makes me feel like putty in his hands.

“Sir, that’s too many wants,” I laugh softly, making fun of him and twirling a lock of hair on his forehead between my fingers.

There is a brief shock that he experiences as seen from his eyes that widen slightly, but it is soon eaten up by a cute grin that makes its way to his lips.

“You’re unbelievable,” Taehyung chuckles, snaking his hand all the way up along my back and then to my hair, slowly pulling away the hair tie that’s holding my hair together in a ponytail. My hair falls free over my shoulders, and Taehyung slips his fingers inside my soft locks and gently drags his fingers to the ends, humming deeply and slowly closing his eyes, reveling in the pleasurable sensation.

He leans closer to me, tracing his way up the slope of my neck with his tender lips. My head falls back, and my body curves into his body as I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and gripping it tighter when I feel his tongue against the sensitive spot on my neck. I lean forward and place my lips just below his earlobe, delicately pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck on my way up to his ear.

“I want you, as much as you want me...even more,” I whisper directly into his ear and teasingly nip the shell of his ear with my teeth, smirking when I hear his breaths growing sharper and more audible. “I want this… I want you,” I speak only for his ears to hear and push myself closer to him, eliminating the little space between our bodies.

Wrapping his arms tight around my hips, Taehyung exhales sharply as he rises from the couch, and I lock my legs and arms around his slim frame while he carries me in his arms to my bedroom. I keep peppering the entirety of his neck with lots of kisses, some of which may remind him of this night even a few days later.

My tongue is deft against his neck and jaw as the delectable smell of his cologne fills up my senses, and my heart begins hammering violently within my chest. Every cell in my heated body seems to be alive and throbbing right now.

Once we reach my bedroom, he gently lowers me to the floor, and I take a step back from him. There is not a spot of hesitation when we take off our shirts with our gazes glued to each other, and the way he makes my heart pound just by looking at me is quite phenomenal. This is not at all the first time that I’m seeing his shirt off his body, yet the sight does something to me this time—my insides clench and release in need.

We step closer to each other, and Taehyung brings his hand to tenderly hold my jaw while his other hand takes hold of my bare waist, giving me a firm squeeze there. My hands fall on his chest as I rise to my toes and kiss him, and every breath that we exhale turns into soft moans when our tongues begin to tangle.

His hand on my waist crawls up my back to unhook the clasp of my bra, and the garment falls to the floor. Our bare chests press together, and the nails of my impatient fingers claw the skin on his back when he lightly bites my lower lip.

Without breaking the kiss Taehyung makes me lie down on my bed, and then he rests one knee on the bed and slowly lifts his body, breaking the kiss and distancing us.

I’ve given him all my consent, and he stands up to undress himself while giving me that stare that always makes my insides churn. His trousers fall to the floor, and this time I don’t have to stop myself from admiring his cute belly button or the happy trail beneath it that dips and disappears into the waistline of his Captain America-printed boxers.

Taehyung climbs into bed, and his hands are gentle on me as they slowly rid me of my pants. His every touch, kiss and stroke is delicate, and the darkness in the room is making this such an intimate experience that I could potentially get addicted to it.

Wrong. It isn’t the darkness, but it is his tenderness that makes me crave him. I would let him do this to me even in broad daylight.

Hovering above me, Taehyung covers us with the sheets on my bed and tenderly kisses my forehead, slightly pressing his chest down on my breasts. His strong legs tangle with mine, and his skin is on my skin, warm and smooth.

We’re under the sheets, almost fully naked, and Taehyung slowly takes my lips in his, kissing me and turning me into a blob of jelly. I melt under him, savoring each dip and flick of his fiery fingers as they flow along every curve on my body, and this kiss feels so different from the other kisses that we shared today. This feels like a promise, like a key to unlock a new level of trust, like a reassurance of his gentleness, like an orchestration of love.

We get tangled among the sheets and kiss each other everywhere our lips would fit, tasting each other in every possible position until his hands negotiate me on my back, and he returns on top of me to take control. I gladly allow him to do that.

Contrary to his dominating position right now, Taehyung’s soft hands are careful on me—as if I’m made of thin glass—as he takes off my panties and lowers his boxers too. He holds me close to his naked body, and I feel all of his masculinity on me, in me, and the invasion is slow, cautious, very smooth. My head rolls back into the pillow, and tiny broken gasps leave my mouth as well as his when he connects our bodies into one.

“Yi-Seo,” Taehyung whispers, staying completely still within me, and my eyes, which have adjusted quite well to the darkness in the room by now, meet his sparkling eyes.

“Taehyung-ssi,” I purr, bringing a hand to fondle his cheek.

“Taehyung, just Taehyung,” his voice is a deep whisper, and it makes me blush so hard, that my cheeks start hurting right away, and I’m pretty sure he felt my heart flip within my chest when he said that.

When I remain silent and motionless for a few seconds, Taehyung whispers once again, “What happened?” He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand and sensually traces my lower lip with the tip of his index finger, making me shudder under him.

“I don’t know, it feels weird to call you by just your name,” I let out an untimely giggle, and Taehyung drops his head in the crook of my neck, breathing against my neck and chuckling softly.

I feel him twitching within me when he raises his head back up, making me clench around him.

“Try,” he coaxes me, and I shake my head as I cover my eyes with both my hands to avoid looking into his intense eyes even though the room is still dark.

“Try, Yi-Seo,” Taehyung’s lips touch mine in a whisper of a kiss, and it makes me smile big.

“Taehyung,” I say softly with my hands still covering my eyes.

“Again,” Taehyung whispers close to my ear, kissing the spot below my ear thereafter, and I know he was smiling when he asked me to say his name again.

“Taehyung,” I repeat with a soft gasp when he rocks his hips a little. My toes curl and my chest dips and rises when he begins to push his hips into mine at a slow and steady pace.

“Yi-Seo,” Taehyung groans, “you’re making me feel like never before,” he stutters between messy kisses and slow thrusts. “I want us to remember every second of this for the rest of our lives. I want you to put aside everything and feel my love...” his hips press against mine when he’s deep inside me, effortlessly earning a lewd mewl from me. “Fully,” he adds with a delicious roll of his hips as his lips silence every moan that leaves my mouth.

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The subtlest smut I've ever written, but I really like how it turned out to be.
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Published on : 02/20/2023