I Need You (Kim Taehyung)

21

GET READY TO GET DIRTY. 

SORTA.

I yawned, standing from my brother's bed, and walking to my room, assuming everyone had fallen asleep while watching Inside Out. I turn off the TV, walking away lazily. "Yah! That's my favorite part," he whines, following after me with sleepy eyes and a soft voice. My body tenses at Tae's voice, unaware that someone was still awake. I blush, fixing Jungkook's shirt on my shoulder that keeps slipping off me. I didn't expect him to follow me, but he did. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, and subconsciously making sure my shorts don't ride up and the shirt doesn't slip off my shoulder. Taehyung walks in, standing behind me sleepily. He gently slides his arms into my shirt, around my torso, entwining his hands on my lower abdomen. He rests his head in between my shoulder blades and breathes out. My breath hitches, hand stops moving back and forth with my toothbrush, and the gray shirt slips off my shoulder. My cheeks redden and I force myself to bend over slightly and finish rinsing my mouth to avoid this awkward situation. I began to think it wasn't a good idea when my behind pushes against his front side and Taehyung let out a hiss. I quickly stood up straight and tried to gently break from his hold. "I'm sorry, I—"

He stops me with his lips landing on my skin, between my shoulder and neck. They softly leave a kiss, trailing upward. Taehyung's warm tongue pokes out and leaves a moist trail. The feel of his wet tongue causes shivers to flow through my body and vibrate every part of me. Including my throat, that I clenched to hold the many sounds I wanted make. "Ah," I softly groaned when he kissed the nape of my neck and used his teeth to nip at my skin. He sucked on the spot and used his hand to trail his fingers through my hair and pull at my roots. He tugs, my head moving to the side and his face moving deeper and the pull on my neck from his teeth, becoming a stinging yet pleasurable pain. The hand holding my hip while his body pins me to edge of the sink, glides across the hem of shorts. His thumb touches the skin on my stomach and caresses it softly, his palm pushing me closer as he finishes the bite. "Mm," I moan, muting the sound with my lip as I bite into it. He opens his eyes and watches the mirror where I watch him. His gaze catches mine as he blows onto the wet skin, sucking on the skin one last time and placing a soft kiss. His right hand leaves my hair, the right one reaching out to the light switch, flicking it off. We're enveloped in darkness, the only source of light coming from the moon. He turns me away from the mirror, to face him and holds me close. The moonlight is no match for his eyes, glowing bright and pouring into mine.

It had been a while since the last time. Not long enough, but I missed the feel of his lips. They had a warm, comforting feeling. His lips were thin and enticing, calling my name constantly and annoying the hell out of me. Maybe we didn't show much PDA, but kissing him was something I'd do every minute of every day if I could. I couldn't hold the longing anymore.

I leant forward, my hand bringing Tae closer by the nape of his neck. His lips met mine, softly intertwining. The plump form of my lips meshed with his soft ones, drawing each other inward. His arms tightened around my torso, head tilting sideways and pushing his lips further into mine. Taehyung's hands slipped into my shirt, running his hands over my backside. My hands were held at his chest, resting on his bare skin and the whereabouts of his shirt unknown. At first, it was just a slow, gentle make out session in the doorway of my restroom. Then it got to the roughness and hunger. The speed in our kisses picked up, our heads bobbing side to side. The pace of our breathing was forgotten and it's like we didn't care. Our tongues had joined the fun, leaving no space to draw in air.

Taehyung growled when he tried to pull me close but the space between us had disappeared, as if it wasn't enough. He bent down slightly, his hands grazing my thighs then squeezing my hips, lifting my body off the ground. My thighs wrap around his lower torso, ankles crossing over each other. He lays me down on my mattress, body hovering over mine. Tae's lips don't leave me, neither do his hands. Although one is used for support, the other travels over the curves of my hips to my thighs, squeezing and caressing repeatedly. "So... soft," He moans hoarsely, barely audible. My hands gripped every part of his upper body that became available. I was so frustrated and euphoric, I didn't know where to settle my hands on. I wanted to pull on something. Probably noticing my struggle, his hand leaves my thighs, gripping mine and settling on his hair. I immediately ran my hand through it, nestling my fingers into his hair above his ear, tugging on it. A throaty groan leaves Tae, his kiss becoming sloppy for a second. His teeth bite down on my lower lip, tugging on it.

"This shirt has to go," He huskily whispers, pulling it upwards. My lips leave his and I gasp he lifts it up. My hands quickly react, holding it down. My eyes widen as he eyes look at me. I blush, looking away and biting my lip nervously. "I'm not wearing a bra." I whisper shyly looking between us and tugging the shirt's fabric from his hand. It's silent for a moment. "You've been wondering around a group of guys, without a bra?" He asks. I look up at him and think of how cute he looks with a questionable gaze and a quirked eyebrow. I blush again and look down between us. Not lifting my head, I look at him through my eyelashes while biting my lip. "I always do it and nobody notices."

"Are you not wearing panties either?" He smirks, tugging at the drawstrings of my shorts. My eyes widen and I shove at his chest. He softly laughs, leaning down to kiss my lips. Tae pushes himself off my body and rests on his heels. Slowly, looking at me for any signs, he removes my shorts. He pulls my panties along with the shorts, making me gasp. He quickly fixes them, touching my pubic bones in the process. He looks at me reassuringly, still gripping my shorts that are only half way past my panties. "I won't do anything you're not ready for." He tugs them lower and bends down closer to my lower half. His next actions surprise me greatly.

Taehyung's teeth, bite at the lace hem of my panties, grazing my skin as he tugs them upward, and kisses my pubic bone. My insides tingle and I resist the moan stuck in my throat, fighting to get out. Although his actions were naughty, he looks up at me with the serious expression he's kept throughout the removal of my shorts. "Unless you want me to." I gulp, sitting up as he sets them aside. I pull Tae by the nape of his neck, my fingers entangled in his hair, and hold his forehead against mine. I breathe out slowly, not believing myself but knowing it's the truth.

"I WANT YOU TO."

  SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS. 

I DOUBLE CHECKED BUT YOU NEVER KNOW.

ALSO...  

HOW WAS THE SOFT SMUT?

I MEAN, I THINK IT IS. 

DID YOU LIKE IT? 

WANT MORE? 

SHOULD SHE LET HIM?

IS TAE GOING A BIT TOO FAR, 

CONSIDERING HE WAS SUPPOSED TO

END IT?