WRONG PHONE NUMBER ! TK

sleep deprived with a capital S

a series of restless nights,

2:30am. every single night since that, that, that 'cursed' evening, taehyung has been huffing and puffing, rolling around in his bed (that seemed to be made of fire) with an aching boner standing against his stomach with aggravating pride.

GRRRRRV PQPSB UHRRDSH. thats how he felt, represented in a keyboard smash.
his body scorching scorching hot, sweat sticking his messy hair to his forehead. angered huffs leaving his lips as he tried to forget the burning sensation at his abdomen. flipping around, the sheets almost soaked in sweat and the pillows long forgotten, thrown on the floor. he knows hes not going to fully go to sleep at this stage so off he pads to the bathroom while grumbling incoherently with a tent in his boxers. and so he jerks off for the 5th time today, sleepily. it's not fun when your not, you know, in the mood. it's more of a burden at this point.

"why isnt this stupid thing going down?" he grumbles, sitting on the closed toilet lid while leaning his elbow on the sink besides him. it's icky like this, the unwanted feeling of sticky sticky pre cum smudges on his hand, moving up and down the length in long, tired motions. he grimaces and fidgets around with his balls, trying to get release someway.

but then, then, he starts mindlessly thinking about why this is happening, the cause.

all because of that saucy heathen.

he remembers as vividly as ever. the glowy boy. cursed angel. so heavenly but oh so sinful.

bouncing on the glittery dildo with need. those goddamn sounds that spill from his red lips switched something on in taehyung. his cheeks pink and glittery (both cheeks).

he remembers the arch of the boys back, his cute little pink cock peaking out of his little panties. dripping so filthily. body glistening with sweat that looked like it was made of tiny tiny diamonds. he cried desperation. you couldve practically feel it warding off the screen. obscenely moaning and mewling and whimpering and crying like a pathetic little whore who needed fucking permission to cum? taehyung could not get his head around it. god, he was so so docile but so so salacious. so pornographic and uncaring. moan after moan after whine. on and on, and it never once got tiring. erotic and addictive, a dose he could never ever get hooked off.

and those thoughts had taehyung spilling in his hands. guess he didn't notice himself thrusting into his hand with vigour so the entirety of the filthy filthy haunting thoughts. pictures embedded into his brain. he doesn't think he'll ever forget. the cum dripped of his hand, and he quickly put it in the sink besides him and a hush of water enveloped the indecent hand.

i mean, at least his dick is finally soft again and he can focus on catching a wink of sleep. after he finished washing his cock and hand, he padded back to his bed and checked his phone. 3:25. okay wow. 'i really need to get to sleep now.' taehyung thought and god knows how much it took to not dwell on the thoughts of the event. 'not today, lucifer.' he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep with force.

small filler update.