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KELLY AHHH WHINY NEEDY TAEEEE

ty for this thursday night GIFT wow wow ahhhh i’m obsessed with your writing style. you balance BEAUTIFUL lyrical description with PURE SIN and it’s PERFECT.

i love love love the mc and tae tension about their previous endeavors (and then YELLED when mc said it was even better than the first time). the teaching moments were precious and delightful and tae’s competitiveness paired with mc’s teasing was so fun.

Only since then, he has been more hesitant about touching you. you miss it. 🥺🥺

woof that friends to more than question mark is ROUGH i’m so glad that they’ve made it to this point and have the lovely fluffy smutty time but the change in physical touch is SO real 🥺

Deep brown with flecks of gold, almost like drops of honey, gazing at you.

i had to stop reading to yell at you in real time about this line because DAMN MADAM SIR DROPS OF HONEY?????

You bring your lips away from his, a burst of pride courses through you when his lips desperately try to follow yours. 

hehehe what a needy BOY i love a man who knows 😤 what 😤 he 😤 wants 😤😤😤

He hums against your jugular and you fight against a moan, but a small whine comes out instead.

holy SHIT kelly

BABY?!?!!?!?!?!

“Kiss me again?” Your voice cracks and he grins, whispering “always” before leaning down to capture your pout in his.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

BECAUSE I DO TRUST YOU

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Absolutely. Now get back down here. I’m not done kissing you yet.”

hcussjjsks I WANT EVERYTHING FOR THEM ALL THE TIME FOREVER!!!!!!!!!

Sucker For You | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x (afab)reader Genre: smut, a little fluff AU: friends to ? Wordcount: 4,849 Summary: Taehyung is your very weird best friend who loves to confuse you. Warnings: Oh boy here we go. smut, oral galore (both receiving) sexy sex time, creampie (pls wear condoms), and language. Rating: M / 18+ AN: Uh, yeah. so. This is for @gimmethatagustd while we were discussing Tae's clear oral fixation, I thought it'd be fun if he asked reader to teach him how to deep throat and it kind of spiraled from there and I'm not sorry, Jai. I love you dearly. Also, never having given head, I did a fuck ton of research and boy howdy, that was fun. Thank you to my lovely @theharrowing for beta-reading and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Also tagging @jjkeverlast and @eoieopda for reasons. Enjoy!!! 💜 Masterlist | Taglist | AskBox | Coffee?

Taehyung has a way of making you randomly question everything. 

You were just lounging on the couch, binge watching Alchemy of Souls while snacking on some chips when your best friend bursts into your apartment and flops onto your couch with a question you don’t know how to process. 

“Can you teach me how to deep throat?”

He gives you his sweet innocent eyes that do not in any way, shape, or form match his words. 

“Sorry, what did you just ask me?”

“My gag reflex sucks and I want to improve.”

“Just suck on your lollipops.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Sure it does. Just instead of licking it, suck it like a dick.”

“Tried. Didn’t work. Want you to teach me instead.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“It has everything to do with you.”

“How?!” 

“For one, I trust you. Two, that one time we fucked, you gave me possibly the best head of my life. I wanna do it like you do.”

Your face heats up and you feel like you’re going to combust at any second. You try every day to forget about that night. You were both drunk and you were vulnerable, having just gotten out of a relationship and feeling like you’d never be loved again. So Taehyung, sweet best friend Taehyung, with eyes that could control you with one look and a subtle eyebrow raise, kissed you. Without a second thought, just grabbed your tear-stained cheeks and pressed his lips to yours, and you chose to forget after that. 

You choose to forget the morning after when you panicked and told him it shouldn’t happen again and it’d be best to pretend it never did. He calmly went along with it, slipping right back into best friend Taehyung. Only since then, he has been more hesitant about touching you.

You miss it. 

“We agreed to never talk about that night ever again.” 

“Technically, you made that decision. I went along with it because it calmed you down.” His shoulders shrug as he fiddles with his fingers, “But I’ll be honest, y/n. I think about it every night.”

You stare ahead at the screen, a paused image of Mudeok giving Uk a pout while he’s confessing his (and her own) feelings. You were just having a nice day, free of emotions. It was so nice. 

“You don’t think about it?” He questions and you mimic Mudeok’s pout. 

“Of course I do. But for different reasons.” 

“How do you know they’re different reasons?”

“I just do.”

“Y/n.”

You stay quiet, glaring at the screen now. 

“Y/nnnnnnnnnn.” He whines, finally moving to straddle your lap, legs on either side of your hips, knees pressing into the couch. 

His gentle hand reaches for your face, tilting it up so you’re forced to look at him. You pout, feeling like a petulant child, but lock eyes with him anyway.  

It’s those eyes. You get lost in them so easily. Deep brown with flecks of gold, almost like drops of honey, gazing at you. It feels like you’re melting under that gaze. You don’t even notice your hands resting on his outer thighs. 

“I didn’t just kiss you to kiss you that night, you know.” He hums, leaning forward to nudge your nose with his. “I promise you, our reasons aren’t different.” 

Your resolve starts to break when his lips hover over yours, the feeling of his breath against your lips and the smallest roll of his hips is what finally makes it crumble. 

“Okay.” Your voice is meek, but your touch on his thighs turns into a grasp when his lips finally meet yours. 

Yep, you’re done for. 

The hold your best friend has over you will never cease to amaze you. Everything about him is so intoxicating, you can’t help but give him anything and everything he wants or needs. 

His hands cup your face, keeping you close as his tongue begs to slip past your lips, getting access immediately. Your hands slide up to his small waist, fingertips digging into his flesh as you pull him closer. 

You couldn’t even begin to figure out how long you two sit there, him on your lap, just kissing with very rare breaks to breathe in between. Your television shut off at some point, so you know it’s been at least five minutes. 

It’s another small roll of his hips that brings you back to the original point of the conversation. You bring your lips away from his, a burst of pride courses through you when his lips desperately try to follow yours. 

“Have you tried desensitization?” Your voice cracks as you take a breath. 

“De-what?” He pants, lips finding your jawline. You swallow, trying to stay focused. 

“Desensitization. Sticking something down your throat slowly enough that you train your throat to not react.”

“Oh.” He hums against your jugular and you fight against a moan, but a small whine comes out instead. “No, once. But I freaked myself out.” 

“It’s a good place to start. Stick something back there slowly, and once you feel your reflex kick in, hold still and take deep breaths to relax your throat. Count to ten seconds and repeat.” You’re too focused on actually explaining the process, you don’t notice his hands had fallen to your waist, slipping under your shirt to grip the flesh there, slowly sliding up. 

“Okay. Stick something like what?” You wince as he leaves a small bite mark just under your ear. 

“Like a toothbrush or one of your many lollipops or a finger…” your voice trails off as he pulls back and looks at you so seriously you think he’s about to call you out and declare you insane or something. 

You wish he did that instead.

With those dangerous eyes locked on yours, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth. Instinctively, you point out your index and middle finger, letting him rest them on his lips for a second. Slowly, he parts his lips, slipping your two fingers past. 

His tongue dances delicately around your fingers, allowing his saliva to act as lube before he slowly pushes them further back until the tip of your middle finger softly presses against the back of his throat. 

It’s almost immediate how quickly his reflex kicks in. His eyes go wide and you can feel his throat tighten around your fingers. He yanks your wrist back, pulling your fingers out with a trail of saliva as he goes into a coughing fit. 

“So that feeling right before you pull my wrist? That’s the feeling you have to fight. So instead of pushing further, you hold it still and try to relax for ten seconds, then do it again and again.” 

He stays silent for a second, trying to focus on not coughing anymore, with an adorable signature Taehyung Pout on his face that always shows up when he is determined, but failing. It makes you smile, one hand rubbing up and down his spine while the one with fingers still coated with saliva delicately wraps around his throat, your thumb rubbing softly back and forth against his windpipe. 

“It takes a lot of practice, Tae. You won’t be able to do it immediately.” You breathe out a laugh when he pouts more. 

“I’m okay. Let’s try again.”

“Tae…l—”

“Please, baby? Please help me?”

Baby?

You silently nod, a warm feeling spiking below your stomach as you lift your fingers again for him to take control of. This time is more gentle, but you give him a small warning when you press down on the back of his tongue, feeling his throat tighten again just as his hold on your wrist tightens. 

“Breathe, Tae. Through your nose.” You whisper softly. He gives a small nod, taking a deep breath per your instructions, letting it out slowly. You feel him relax his throat and his grip on your wrist as you mentally count to ten.

You give him a warning that you’re going to do it again, waiting for him to nod beforehand and you both repeat the process a couple of times before he goes into another coughing fit when you accidentally press without warning. 

“Sorry! Sorry, Tae! Are you okay?” You panic when he rips your hand away from his mouth, leaning away from you to cough. “Let’s get you some water, yeah?” 

He nods, crawling off of you to sit back on the couch as you run to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and rushing back to him. He takes a few deep gulps and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. 

It’s a few moments before he clears his throat, placing the empty glass on the coffee table and turning to look at you again. 

“Okay, so desensitization. Anything else?”

“Tae. I don’t think this is a good idea.” You try again, wanting to escape this feeling building up inside. He just looks at you, an eyebrow raised in confusion. 

“I’m fine, though. Really, y/n, I’m okay. You’re literally the only one I trust to help me with this.” His hands reach out for yours, fingers intertwining again. You look down at them, getting lost in the way his thumbs brush the back of your hands. 

You’re so whipped for your best friend. 

“Your left hand, when you’re practicing or whatever, tuck your thumb into your palm,” you let go of his right hand, demonstrating your words with his left hand, “it’s a pressure point that reduces the gagging. Same with the spot between your index and thumb.” You pinch the spot between both fingers as an example. 

You ignore the small whine he lets out. 

“Humming works, too, allegedly. It doesn’t for me, I think it’s just a thing made up by men because it feels good.”

“It really does feel amazing, though.” You smile, rolling your eyes at his boxy grin. 

“Lube also works, it’ll thicken a little with your saliva by the time the penis gets to the back of the throat and kinda cushion or numb your throat. But I hate it, I think choking to death on lube is a more humiliating way to go than choking on someone’s cock.” You both laugh, making you feel a bit more comfortable. 

“Can we try with one of your toys?”

“What?”

“Don’t even try to lie to me right now, y/n. I know you have a little box. I helped you move, remember?” Is it possible to feel even hotter than before? You feel like you’re molten lava at this point, you could survive in Antarctica wearing nothing but socks and underwear. 

“Why are you like this?” You whine, getting up, grabbing the bottle of water, and walking to your bedroom, thighs pressed together as you get on your knees and drag the box out from under your bed.

You were so hyper aware of the way he followed you to your room, but you weren’t ready for when you look back up and he’s sitting on the bed right in front of you, bulging erection poking through his sweats. 

“I had an idea.” He mumbles, lusting eyes on your lips. 

“What now?” You whisper, slowly putting the box on the bed, but staying on your knees. 

“Show me how you do it, and I’ll copy you.”

“You’ll copy…?”

“Yeah.” He opens the box, finding the toy he remembers seeing. It’s one of your first dildos you bought, it’s on the longer side, but its girth is thin, making for a good deep throat practice toy. “I’ll mimic what you do to me on this.”

Your breath gets trapped in your throat at just the image of him sucking on a toy that’s been inside of you countless times while you have his cock in your mouth. When you don’t reply, he gives you those eyes again. Those eyes that always get their way. You nod, sitting up straight. 

“Uh. Okay. So there’s various positions that help by opening your throat more. Laying on your back with your legs in the air does something to your spine so your mouth and throat are aligned, but that just feels silly and it doesn’t work for me. Sixty-nine works too, and laying on your bed with your head dangling off the bed, but that requires so much trust and I’m not wanting to put you through that…”

“Yet.” He interjects and your hands stutter over his sweats as you were reaching for his waistband. 

“Yet…” you mimic the word, nodding absentmindedly. You go back to work, hooking your fingers into his waistband and starting to tug, hoping he gets the hint to lift his hips. Instead, his hands find your wrists again, making you jump. 

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, y/n.” You shake your head. Taking a deep breath as your gaze finds his. 

“I just…” your voice fades when your eyes drop to his mouth and that beautiful freckle on his lower lip. “Kiss me again?” Your voice cracks and he grins, whispering “always” before leaning down to capture your pout in his.

It’s slow and reassuring, but there’s a hint of desperation in his kiss, his fingers intertwined with yours as he lets you make the next move. 

You take a deep breath through your nose, slowly pulling your lips from his to kiss down his jawline, placing soft kisses down his throat until you reach his collarbone, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat through your lips. Your body leans into him when he lets go of your hands to pull your face back to his. Your hands grab onto the top of his thighs for stability, making him groan in response. 

“Could kiss you all day, every day, for the rest of my life, baby. But I might explode in a second.” He chuckles against your smiling lips, giving you one last kiss as you pull back, storing that confession for a later date to freak out over as your hands return to his waistband. This time, he takes the hint and lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them past his thighs and off one leg. 

The first time you saw Taehyung’s member, you internally panicked about how big it was. Not just in length, which was already impressive enough, but in girth. There was no real way you’d fit that inside of you. No chance. 

But Taehyung has a way with his mouth and with his fingers and worked you over, making you come three times before he was able to slip inside without a problem.

Giving him head the first time was mind boggling. You’re sure your mouth wouldn’t be able to take him in, and yet you were basically salivating so much for him that it made it so much easier. 

You reach out for his erection, gently grabbing it at the base and give him one slow pump, grabbing the precum with your thumb and smearing it along his shaft. 

“Fuuuck, baby.” He hisses through his teeth. For just a moment, you feel in charge, smiling as you watch him crumble so easily for you. 

“Pay attention, Tae.” You tease, sitting up straight again to lean your face above his cock. “You need as much lubrication as possible.” You form as much spit as you can, letting it drip past your lips and onto his cock that twitches at the contact. “The more, the better.” 

“Got it” he murmurs, trying to form enough saliva to smear across the dildo.

“And then you just…go slow. Take a breath in while you suck, a breath out when you pull off…” you cut yourself off, wrapping your lips around his tip, giving a teasing lick against the slit. He mumbles something but you’re not sure what he’s saying, focusing on trying to take him all in one go. You do exactly as you explained earlier, slowly easing him further back until he hits the back of your throat, stilling when you feel that gag reflex about to kick in and taking a deep breath and mentally counting to ten. 

You keep your mouth open as wide as possible, allowing the newly produced saliva to drip out past your lips and coat his cock. You pull off, looking up at him with teary eyes and a smile. His facial expression is one you’ve seen only once before, a mix of adoration, befuddlement, and lust. 

God, you’re ruined for him. 

You lower your mouth back on his cock, bobbing your head and letting the tip hit the back of your throat each time. Every other hit, you let it sit at the back, forcing yourself to swallow around him. 

“Do that again and I’m going to come.” He groans and you manage to smile around him, looking up at him to make eye contact as you do it again. And, as if on cue, his hand wraps itself in your hair to keep you still as he bucks his hips, fucking your throat until he comes. You quickly swallow the bitter liquid down, though some escapes, dropping down his cock. 

You pull off him, licking the excess cum from his softening member, giving the tip one last kiss before looking back up at him. 

“Now you.” You rasp, wiping the saliva and cum off your chin. You lean back on your shins, letting your knees get some rest as he looks at you, confusion written all over his face. 

“…can you do it?”

“Do what?” Your head tilts to the side at his question, but he’s quick to hand you the dildo. 

“Fuck my throat. I think I’m overthinking it.” 

“Tae…”

“Please? Just hold it and ease it in or something.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and fuck your throat with my toy, Tae!” You complain, but goddamn that sounds good. 

“Then put it on a strap! I don’t know!” 

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.” You grumble, standing up and pulling off your sweatpants so you’re in just your underwear and a baggy shirt. “Fucking lay on your side, you brat.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly responds, following your order as he pulls off his shirt and lays on his side. You dig through your box until you find the harness, attaching the dildo to it with a huff and strapping it on you. 

“Most people swear by sixty-nine as a way to improve, also laying on your side apparently gives you better control as well. I’m just giving you options.” You ramble off, crawling onto the bed, “if you feel like sideways isn’t working, you can hover over or get on top of me.”

“Can we do the laying off the bed thing instead?”

“That’s…putting a lot of trust in me.”

“Because I do trust you.”

You stay quiet for a second, trying to think of a way you can get him to stop saying such nonsense to you. In the end, you come up with nothing, nodding and quietly, whispering okay as you move to stand at the end of the bed. He looks way too happy about this, flipping over onto his back and backing himself up until his head is dangling over the edge. You nudge him to a better position, fingers trailing over his throat. 

“Make sure you’re comfortable. That’s one of the most important things here. Your comfort, that you’re relaxed, and that you trust me.”

“Very comfortable. Relaxed. Trust you with my life.” He grins below you and you give a small one in return. You spit into your hand and grab ahold of the dildo, coating it with your saliva before positioning the tip at his lips. 

“Go slow if you need to, Tae. And remember to take deep breaths and do the thumb in your palm trick if needed.” He doesn’t respond, giving a small nod before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the tip just as you did. He gives a small hum, urging you to push forward, and you do, easing the toy further into his mouth until you see his eyes widen. 

“Breathe, Tae. Relax your throat.” You stay completely still, allowing him time to relax and give the okay to continue. He lifts his left hand, forming a fist with his thumb tucked into his palm. He rests it on his chest, his other hand reaching behind him to hold onto your hip, slightly bringing you closer as the toy slips further past his lips. 

“Tap twice and I’ll take it out, okay?” Your voice waivers, your hand settling over his on your hip. Your free hand lifts your shirt just enough that you can keep your eyes on him for any sign of discomfort. He hums in response as you watch in complete fascination as he works the toy in his mouth. You can tell he’s trying to go as slow as possible to train his throat, but so completely desperate to master it the first try. You feel your underwear getting more soaked as a surge of arousal pools just from the sight of him sucking you off.

Your best friend and long time crush, Taehyung, naked and on your bed, sucking your dildo, pretending it’s your cock. The way his Adam’s Apple bobs when he’s trying to swallow to stop his reflexes from kicking in, the way his cock twitches when the toy hits the back of his throat, and of course, the sleepy lustful gaze he gives you the entire time. 

“You look amazing sucking cock by the way.” You note, snickering when he accidentally laughs, causing him to cough out the toy. 

“I’m sorry! Sorry sorry sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” You laugh as he sits up to clear his throat. You quickly grab the bottle of water, handing it to him and sitting next to him. 

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Thank you for the compliment?” His laugh is a little raspy and god, why does that make him even more attractive? “We should probably stop for today before I ruin my throat, though…” You smile at his adorable pout. 

“Smart thinking. It’s not something you master in a day, Tae. Took years of sucking cock to figure it out.” You casually speak, waiting for it to click in his head, and when it does, it’s perfect. 

“How many cocks have you sucked?!” His eyes go wide at you and you cackle, taking off the strap and setting it aside.

“None of your business, sir.” You lay back on the bed, laughing when he crawls over you, a hand grabbing both your wrists and holding them above your head. 

“But I’m the best, right?” He teasingly asks. 

You roll your eyes and scoff, “Oh god, Tae. You’re not that insecure that you need me to tell you that you have the best dick, right?”

“Nope. I know I do. I just want you to say it.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss your throat. It takes everything in you not to moan. 

“Hmmm. I don’t know. There was that one guy from that one party. Only had it once, but it was pretty good.” 

“Pretty good isn’t the best.” His voice rasps against your skin, a small bite making you wince in pleasure. 

“True. He had amazing fingers though.” You force the words out of your mouth, groaning when he pulls back to look at you. 

“Let me fuck you again, y/n.” He whispers, both of you feeling the mood take a turn from between friends to…whatever this is. 

“This was just you wanting to learn—”

“Yeah. And no. I just, please, baby? Let me show you that we think about that night for the same reasons?” 

Fuck it. You’re already past the point of no return. 

You don’t give a response, lifting your head to smash your lips against his and he doesn’t hesitate, his hand leaving your wrists to hold your neck as he deepens the kiss. 

Your legs spread underneath him, moving to be on either side of his hips as he settles between them. His hardening erection rubs against your lower stomach, earning a small whimper to escape your throat. 

“I wanna hear those beautiful noises, baby.” He growls against your lips. The hand on your neck slides past your torso, quickly pushing your underwear to the side, feeling just how soaked you are for him. 

“All this just from sucking me off?” He teases, kissing down your jawline and past your collarbone and kissing your chest through your shirt. He scoots back enough to lay on his stomach, hips slowly rutting against the bed at the sight of your soaked center. 

You don’t hear the praise he gives, mind shutting off completely the moment his tongue dips between your folds and up to your clit. 

“Fucking hell, Tae.” Your moans are pornographic as he sucks and laps up your pussy, your hands tangling in his beautiful black hair, pushing him further against you, “Just fucking like that. Oh, shiiii—.” You cry out as two fingers enter you without warning, curling up immediately to find your g-spot. 

“Come for me, baby. Come for me so I can fuck you like you deserve.” A few more coaxing words and praises and you come undone, hips lifting to chase after his mouth as your body shakes from overstimulation. 

He gives you a solid thirty seconds of slowly licking you clean until he’s crawling above you again. Lips hungrily press against you, making you taste yourself as he holds his cock, adjusting to rub his tip against your folds. Any slick left behind covers him until you give the silent okay to continue. Both of your lips part against one another as he sinks down into you, panting into each other’s mouths. 

It’s even better than last time. Last time was a quick drunken fuck. 

This? This is the best you’ve ever felt. And you’ve never felt so wanted until this moment when his hand tightly grips your hip and he slowly pulls back, snapping his hips into yours. He stills for just a moment as you regain the ability to focus, possibly for himself too. His lips reconnect with yours, swallowing your moans and biting your lower lip and tugging as he begins thrusting. 

“You feel so perfect, baby.” His lips trail down your neck, sucking at the spot just below your ear, thriving off the pleasured sounds coming from you. 

“Big.” You moan, earning a snicker against your skin. He sits up, bringing you with him as he sits on his shins, wrapping your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he holds you up with his hands on your ass, fucking you deeper. 

“But you can take it, right, baby? This pussy made just for my cock?”

“Mhmm” you’re pretty sure you’re trying to say other words, or that he’s saying something else, but you’re too fucked out already to pay attention, pulling at his long black hair and kissing any part of him that you can reach. 

“Put your fingers in my mouth, baby.” You look at him confused until he parts his lips, his tongue laying flat for you. You nod, slipping three fingers past his lips, letting him lick and suck them, urging you to press them further, eventually matching his thrusts into you with you fucking his mouth. 

The new position is euphoric, his toned body rubbing perfectly against your sensitive clit at the same time that he’s able to fully sheathe himself inside of you. It’s not long before you’re taking your fingers out, saliva dripping everywhere, and biting his shoulder, hips rocking uncontrollably as you come all over him. 

“I’m not gonna last, y/n. Where can I?”

You must’ve mumbled something because a few seconds later, after a slew of curses from him, your lips are being pulled back to his, tongues dancing together as his thrusts become sporadic, stilling only when he’s deep inside of you, deep groans erupting from his throat while he comes. 

He slowly continues to kiss you, laying down on his back and pulling you on top. You wince as his softening cock slips out of you, his cum following right behind. His hands stay on your back, sliding under your soaked shirt to rub soothingly along your spine. 

It’s too comforting. Too loving.

Tearing your lips from his, you sit up, still straddling his waist. His hands slide down to your thighs, yours on his stomach. He looks so happy, so satisfied, so in love. 

“We’re gonna have to discuss this…” you murmur, fingers tracing the faint outline of his abs. 

“I know.” He hums with a smile. “But I’m pretty confident it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Now get back down here. I’m not done kissing you yet.”

You smirk, leaning back down and letting him capture your lips. 

He’s right. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. 

Hope you enjoyed! lmk what you think! 🥰