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"Like this?" you whispered, eyes wide and shimmering as your fingers curled around his thick, heated shaft-your lips hovering just over his glistening tip. You blinked up at him sweetly, waiting for permission, for praise. Your innocence was lethal.

Taehyung looked down at you, breathing slow-but tight. His jaw flexed, a single vein throbbing at his temple, as though just your touch was unraveling him.

"Not hard enough," he murmured, his voice low and smoky. His hand reached down, gently tapping the base of his c⁠♡ck. "When it stands upright by itself, you can suck it."

Your heart pounded. You nodded obediently-eyes never leaving his-and began to stroke him. Soft. Slow. Tempting. Your small palm wrapped around the thick length of him, the skin hot and pulsing. You could feel him grow-lengthen-tighten beneath your hand.

A soft moan rumbled from his chest, his head tipping back slightly. The sight of your delicate hand stroking him, your curious gaze fixed on his reaction, made his c⁠♡ck twitch hard in your grip.

You were on your knees now, nestled between his thighs. His pants were unzipped, pushed low on his hips. His briefs barely held back the heavy weight of him as it bobbed and swelled with every heartbeat.

You licked your lips-unable to help it-your thighs pressing together from the ache pooling in your center.

Taehyung's hand reached down, fingers lacing with yours as he guided your strokes-firmer, slower. His breath caught, lips parting.

"F⁠♡ck," he groaned, his voice rasping at the edges.
"Your hand feels even better than I imagined."

When his hand left yours, you followed his instructions. You leaned in-eyes on his-and let your warm breath tease over his tip. His thighs tensed.

"Do I just... put it in my mouth now?" you whispered, lips just grazing him.

"Lick it first," he instructed, voice thick.
"All over. From the bottom to the top. Circles. However you want, baby."