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“You, my friend, need a break.” a fellow Sergeant says, holding the punching bag as Taehyung proceeds to lay blows upon it. “I think I have the solution.”
Kim Taehyung, ever since being promoted to Sergeant, felt as if stress continued to build onto an already made pile of stress. His body often worked on autopilot - even now. The act of working out prior to being in the military was something he just didn’t do. Now, it’s the only thing he relied on to get his mind off of a shit ton of work with his new found position.
“What are you talking about?” Taehyung responds, his eyes focusing on the punching bag alone as he continues to lay blows.
“Look at you!” the Sergeant exclaims. “Bags under your eyes, muscles aching. Do you even know what day it is?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. He halts his punches to finally look at the man behind the punching bag. He straightens his broad shoulders, glancing towards the mirror behind the man to look at himself. He recalls the way his mother told him that he looked so much like his father in his youth when he had time to visit her.
Taehyung makes his way towards the bench press, his fellow Sergeant following after him. The military gym is quiet around this time, only a few people inside working out with headphones in.
Taehyung lays down onto the leather bench and with bandaged hands, grabs onto the metal bar. The Sergeant stands behind him, assisting in lifting the bar before letting go and allowing Taehyung to do the rest.
“You’re single, right?” he asked, mentally counting how many times Taehyung lifts and lowers the bar. “I never see a woman around you nor do you mention anyone.”
“Why does that matter?” Taehyung questions. He continues to push the bar upwards then back towards his chest. He tries to focus on counting how many he was doing, but it’s pointless if he’s going to continue to talk.
“It matters because that could be the reason why you’re stressed.”
Taehyung doesn’t speak for a moment, continuing to lift the weights instead. There was no doubt that he was stressed. His workload increased when he was promoted to Sergeant. When he slept, it felt as though he was only resting his eyes before he had to get up early and start it over again.
That, and Taehyung was horny. There was only so much working out he could do to get his mind off of the fact that he was tired of using his hands to cum. He was also tired of forcing himself to bathe in cold showers to not only wake him up, but to get rid of the erection he woke up to every morning.
“How about you at least get a massage?” he suggests. It’s been nearly 10 minutes of silence before he finally speaks up again. “Get those kinks in your neck worked out.”
Taehyung pushes the bar up for the Sergant to take. When he does, he scoots off of the bench press and lets out a sigh.
“Is that what you do?” Taehyung asks. “Get…massages?” He nods. “All the time. They’re good with their hands.” he says. “Here,” he proceeds to go through his sweat pockets and pull out a small business-like card. Taehyung could scoff at how serious he was. “take this.”
“Is this legal?” Taehyung couldn’t help but ask. He isn’t sure if paying for sex was something he wanted to do, either. It’s not that he judged these women - it was a job nonetheless. There wouldn’t be a business if men weren’t paying for it. Yet he’s never done anything like this before. Was this even ethical?
“Getting massages are legal, yes.” he nods his head, widening his eyes a bit. “You just go in, give them this card, then you’ll choose who gives you a massage. What’s the big deal?”
Hesitantly, Taehyung grasps onto the card. It’s simple and only printed on it was a QR code. He glances up at the Sergeant and raises a brow.
“Or…Scan it. It’s all digital, too.” he murmurs with a shrug of his shoulders. “We have the weekend off, you know. You should appreciate it.”
Taehyung finds all of this to be overwhelming. He felt as if he was partaking in some sort of trafficking scheme, but even that thought doesn’t stop his curiosity. He scans the code after dinner to find that the site was legitimate. There were thousands of pictures and videos of said massages and even rankings and reviews.
Taehyung had gone down a rabbit hole of women who he could book a massage with. He’s interested when he finds that nearly all were licensed masseuses, along with pictures of each person and a brief description.
What Taehyung didn't expect was for him to take as much time as he did on the site. There were videos of the massages the girls did - they were good with their hands. The way their fingers work through kinks and muscles in deep circular motions - that's exactly what Taehyung needed.
Taehyung was adamant . He would only get a massage - no sex. That wasn’t ethical at all, he thinks. But he was willing to pay whatever if he could get a decent massage to work out the tension in his back.
Only a massage.
It was a week later when Taehyung had decided to book a “consultation” - whatever that meant. It’s how he found himself in a cool-filled office with a woman on the other side of a desk. She’s chewing gum quietly as she goes through his application and paperwork - because of course it was required he do this for a massage.
“So what exactly brings you to us?” the woman asks, fixing her glasses as she peers up at him.
“Just a massage.” Taehyung responds with a thin-lipped smile. He gulps, his adams-apple bobbing up and down. “Got a kink in my neck…”
The woman blinks. “Okay.” she says slowly. “Is that…all?”
Taehyung swallows once more and only nods.
The woman blinks again. “Okay.” The way she speaks, it comes off more as a question than anything else. “Um, have you found a masseuse on our site? If not, we can recommend some to you.”
She places his paperwork down onto her desk and turns towards her computer. “If you’d rather look yourself, you can fill out this quick survey and-“
“You guys can choose whoever.”
Taehyung doesn’t want to seem rude. He was only here for a massage. There isn’t a point in looking further for a woman who would match his needs elsewhere because that isn’t what he was here for.
“Right…” the woman trails off. “How did you find out about us?”
Taehyung furrows a single brow. “A friend.” he deadpans. Maybe his hesitancy has the woman weary. He doesn’t want to say - “I promise I’m not a serial killer” because wouldn’t that be what a serial killer said?
“A friend?” the woman presses.
“A fellow Sergeant.”
The woman’s eyes widened a bit. She looks down onto the paperwork and scans it. “Fellow Sergeant? I wasn’t aware you were-“
“I was promoted recently.”
The woman nods her head. “My apologies.” she says, her demeanor changing to one that he couldn’t understand. He wasn’t offended in the slightest. “Our services are free for those in the military.”
“F-Free?”
Taehyung shakes his head.
“I’m willing to pay-“
“No need!” the woman shakes her head and raises a hand to silence him. “You and anyone else a part of the military are always welcomed here. For massages and…other stress relievers.”
Taehyung inhales deeply. This wasn’t something he’s heard about before - then again, he was never interested in being a part of “military men” talk. He didn’t wish to hear about the amount of girls they’ve gone through and what they were allowed to do to them. He himself had a sister, and the way they spoke about women at times was off-putting.
But even Taehyung had needs and dirty thoughts that he repressed and often left to himself.
“Would you like a massage now?” the woman begins to organize the paperwork, offering Taehyung a small grin. “If you’d like, we can have whoever of your liking to meet you at the base.”
Taehyung parts his lips a bit, unsure of how to respond. Did he want anyone coming to the base and risk being caught? Granted, it wasn’t as if he wasn't allowed to have someone - all Sergeants did. He just didn’t want to be the new gossip if anyone found out.
“I…I suppose.” Taehyung’s shoulders falter, his cheeks growing a bit hot.
The woman smiles. “Good. You can go on the site once more and go through the masseuse’s. You can pick out the girl you’d like and the time you’d like her to be there.”
This was happening way too fast.
“Since you’re only interested in a massage, you can go through many options of massages we offer. Deep tissue is my favorite!”
Taehyung hadn’t realized he was preparing for you to go until he’s pacing back and forth in his own bedroom. After completing his duties for the evening, he was off for the weekend. That meant he could do exactly what he planned on doing. He had gone through the site prior to taking a shower and decided on you.
Taehyung had begun to feel like he was preparing for much more than just a simple massage. He had scrubbed his skin until it was flushed red, brushed his teeth and even styled his hair. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to be a filthy military man that’s been out and about all day.
Taehyung’s phone rings on his desk. It’s a notification - one he’s been waiting for. He takes a deep breath, unsure why he’s acting as nervous as he was. He’s had a massage before. If anything, he was acting like he’s never been around the opposite sex before.
You were here, Taehyung witnessed the message you sent him. He meets you at the gates and gets you signed in. The guards don’t blink an eye at him or you, but that doesn’t stop his cheeks from burning at the thought of them assuming you were here for ulterior motives.
“So,” you say just as you enter his private room -a perk for becoming a Sergeant. “I see you’ve booked for a deep tissue massage. However, I do recommend other massages, as well, seeing as you are a part of the Military."
You’ve never been on a base before, but you’ve heard about it from other masseuses. You’ve even surprised yourself that you managed to get yourself on one - with a Sargeant, at that.
“Massages like what?” Taehyung questions. He’s dressed relaxed, a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt.
You place your bag on Taehyung’s desk, scanning your eyes around the room. It’s simple, bed in the corner, desk opposite of the bed, a door where you assume is either a bathroom or closet. Besides the bed is a small side table. You had to remember that he was a military man and barely spent any time in his room unless it was to sleep.
“Swedish massage and possibly a sports massage.”
Taehyung nods his head slightly. “Whatever you prefer.” he murmurs, a slight dust of pink on his cheeks. “I don’t want to keep you here all evening…”
You offer a curt smile Taehyung’s way. He’s cute, you think, and obviously new to this. He only booked a message and not the full “stress relief” service - and you were also told that this was his first booking. “It’s alright. We prioritize those in the military, especially Sargeants and higher officials!”
Taehyung blinks a few times, watching you open your bag. You remove a few items - scented oils, candles and such. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but he finds it fascinating just how much you hold in your bag.
“You can get undressed,” you begin, taking out a white towel from the never ending bag and handing it to Taheyung. “and lay on your bed-”
“U-Undressed?” Taehyung stammers, widening his eyes.
“Yes.” you nod your head. You hold back the laughter you want to let out at the sight of his flustered face and wide eyes. “Don’t be worried, the towel will be covering the bottom half of you. I’ll turn around and you just let me know when you’re ready.”
Taehyung nods and just as you turn around, he has to tell himself that he needs to stop acting like a scared school boy. He’s had plenty of massages, just not one like this.
“Do you mind if I turn off the lights?” you ask, your back still turned as you continue to set your items along the desk. “I’ll turn on the candles, it adds a calmer atmosphere.”
Taehyung sheds his clothing, feeling a cool breeze flow through him. “Yeah, sure.” he responds. He wraps the towel around his waist and sits on his bed. “Do I lay on my stomach?”
You nod your head. “We’ll start with easing the tension on your back first. Are you ready?”
Taehyung does as he’s told, his cheek pressed firmly in his pillow. “Yeah.” he says softly.
You light your candles before turning off the lights. Taehyung’s nose captures the fresh eucalyptus scent that erupts around the room. The scent alone did calm his pathetic nerves and being in dim candle light would surely hide whatever embarrassment he’d have by being touched by you.
“Would you like for me to talk or do you prefer silence?” you ask. Your voice is closer than before and Taehyung knows that you’re right beside him. He hears a click sound followed by a warm substance on his back.
“You can speak, I don’t mind.”
“Good,” you hum. Your hands smooth the oil against his skin, rubbing it all around his back and up towards his neck. “Lavender is used to soothe and ease muscle pain.” you murmur, your voice lowering to a low and calm tone. “I’ll start with deep tissue first.”
Taehyung isn’t sure what deep tissue was, only that it was recommended to him and he blindly accepted. Your hands work around his back, digging into his skin in a way he’s never felt before that has him swallowing back a moan.
“You have a lot of knots in your back and neck, you must be working hard.” you say, easing your elbows and forearm around his muscles to ease the tension. Taehyung’s back flexes on impact, but you know by the way he softens that it’s working. “You must be stressed.”
Taehyung hums a response. He can feel the kinks in his back soothe with each passing dig of your elbow into his muscles. He lets out low, shallow breaths, his eyes slowly closing. Then, after about 15 minutes, you slow down. Your hands smooth up his spine so slowly until you reach his shoulders, gripping it slightly before letting go and sliding back down his spine once more.
“Swedish massage decreases the feeling of stress and anxiety.” you murmur. You only knew he was still awake by him adjusting himself.
“I don’t think anything can get that feeling off completely.” Taehyung mumbles back, his eyelids heavy. His body feels so at peace now compared to the harsh training he does on the daily. He ponders how many times military men book massages - every night seems excessive. But if it was free…
“When’s the last time you came?”
You ask the question so coolly that Taehyung nearly doesn’t catch the question. When it dawns on him, he swallows, suddenly your warm hands dipping lower and lower to his waist, his body growing stiff.
“W-What do you mean?”
You’re silent for a moment, instead focusing on circling your fingers into his muscles. Your lack of response only adds to Taehyung’s wandering mind. He didn’t want to go there or think about that, but now he does. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and imagine something else besides your soft hands all over his body.
“Turn around for me, please.”
Of course you weren’t meant to make things easier for him, Taehyung thinks. Slowly, he turns around, trying to not disturb the towel around his waist. He keeps his eyes closed still, his leg lightly shaking as he attempts to think about something - anything - else.
“So?”
Your damp hands place themselves onto his neck, your thumb rubbing circles right in the nape of it. His nose captures the lavender smell more clearer now that you’re closer to him. He lets out a sigh through his nose.
“When was the last time you came?” you repeat the question. “The paper work you filled out stated that you were single and this is your first massage.
The room, that once was refreshingly cool, now begins to grow flush. He swallows, his lips parting to answer, but Taehyung finds the answer to be far too embarrassing.
“How about…” one hand dips into his hair. It’s longer as he hasn’t gotten around cutting it just yet. Your fingers massage his scalp while the hand on his neck continues to rub soothing circles. “...when was the last time someone else made you cum?”
And there it was. Taehyung squeezes his eyes tighter. He thinks about the time during basic training he had run so much that he had vomited all over himself, but it didn't work in his favor. Still, he feels his cock hardened beneath the white towel and all he could hope was that the room was dim enough for you to not notice.
“That long?” you giggle above him. “All that pent up frustration is going to stress you out even further.”
“I know.”
Taehyung’s cheek warms further at the sound of his own voice. He whimpered.
You find Taehyung’s nervousness cute.
“I can help you if you’d like.” you lower yourself to his face. You continue to caress his scalp, rubbing it so soft and soothingly that he cannot believe you’re talking about making him cum, an act that's the opposite of your calm, soft words and caresses.
In the candlelight, Taehyung’s face illuminates just what he’s thinking. The tint in his cheeks and ears, the slight stutter in his voice when he spoke.
“I-I don’t want to trouble you.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes, his dark ones looking right at you. He gasps slowly.
“It’s not a bother at all.” you murmur. Your fingers circle lower and lower, from the nap of his neck to his collar bones. His chest is stiff and flexed when he feels your hand glide down, further teasing him with how slow you were being. “I want to.”
“You do?”
Taehyung feels foolish. Of course you do, you get paid for this. He ponders questioning if you get paid more for pleasuring him sexually - there’s no way you’d want to without that factor. But the more he thinks about it, the more his mind wanders into a darker place.
“You’re stressing yourself out even more.” you couldn't help but giggle. “How about you just sit back and relax. Let me take care of you, okay? Think of it as a trial period.”
You adjust yourself, this time getting onto the bed. Taehyung watches you settle between his legs, the towel never feeling as tight as it did now. His mind races and even now he’s screaming at himself to stop acting so pathetic. This was just like a casual hookup, nothing more.
“W-What are you going to do?” Taehyung questions. “To make me…cum?”
You offer a low grin. In the flickering light, it appears so sinisterly innocent. It’s in that moment that Taehyung understands that there wasn’t a possible way you could ever cause him to relax. Not truly, not when just the sight of you alone causes his heart to jolt. His eyes watch you unblinking as your hands, still soft and coated in the aroma oil, gently tug at his towel. He tries not to focus on the way his cock springs out, humiliatingly hard.
If you’re surprised by how hard Taehyung is, you don’t react. Instead, your eyes focus on his cock. Veins wrap around it, the tip a rosy color that matches his cheeks, a bit of pre-cum leaking ever so slowly down the head.
“Hah,” Taehyung’s hand digs into his sheets, gripping it so tightly into his palms that he swears he’ll rip it apart if he isn’t cautious. Your hand grasps his cock firmly, not too tight, but enough to have his full attention.
You begin to stroke his cock, up and down at a steady pace. You were a natural masseuse and you knew just how to work your hand the right way.
Taehyung’s breathing hitches, his thighs trembling just a bit as you increase the speed, the oil acting as a lubricant that has his eyes fluttering. You flicker your eyes up to glance at the man, suppressing your own giggle. Military men were so strong, oftentimes stoic and full of muscles. And yet, they whimpered the most and melted into a puddle of their own desire right at your hands.
“Why don’t you talk to me?” you whisper, your voice only adding on to the pleasure. Your thumb brushes over his leaking tip, adding only a bit of a twist in your stroking just enough to send him over the edge, but not too much. “Tell me how I’m making you feel.”
“I feel so…so good.” Taehyung whimpers, groaning a bit louder. His eyes squeezed shut. “You’re making me feel so good.”
“You deserve to feel good, too.” you place a hand onto his thigh, the action causing him to jump. You notice just how much he does work out, his muscles flexing with each touch - each stroke.
“Doesn’t this feel better?”
“Y-yeah.” Taehyung pants. His stomach tightens and without thinking much, his hand captures your stroking one. It isn’t an indication to stop, however. He holds on to yours for comfort, his eyes flickering open a bit.
“You’re very pretty.”
Taehyung speaks so low that his compliment is nearly inaudible to your ears. His cheeks warm up, yet another pant falling from his lips. His eyes lower to the sight of your damp hands against his cock, stroking up and down faster and faster, the wet sounds of your hand sounding throughout the small, quiet room.
Your thighs clench together just a bit, your own body warming up. You swallow before parting your lips. “You must be close.” you tease. “You’re gonna cum all over my hand, aren’t you?”
The way you speak to him, a grown man - Sargeant - shouldn’t have turned him on the way that it does. Dare he say it’s what exactly sends him over the edge, spiraling into a puddle of pleasure right on his bed. His hand tightens around your stroking one, his thighs trembling and he’s panting even louder now.
Taehyung cums hard, cum spilling all over your hand just like you said he would. He’s stuttering a mountain of “fuck” and “shit”, his heart beating so fast that he swears it might explode similar to the way his cock has.
When it’s over and Taehyung can finally open his eyes, he finds that you’re watching him closely. You offer a soft smile when your eyes meet. “Do you feel better?” you ask him, a tone so cheery that he cannot fathom how devilishly seductive you once were.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” was a never ending question Taehyung had asked you.
It began once you agreed to remain with him over Christmas, a short break higher officials were given outside the base. It would be the first time he’d be home in over a year - away from the prying eyes of Military men who were positive you weren’t only visiting him for a massage.
Taehyung understood that after you’ve made him cum so hard by just a handjob that it was something he’d never be able to get out of his mind. It took him a week to book you again, and when he had - only for a simple massage - one look told you that he needed more than that.
That was months ago, you think, and ever since then you had been coming to Taehyung and him only, him assuring he booked you as fast as he could.
“I already told you I was, didn’t I?” you asked him, taking off your shoes at the front door. Taehyung’s home is clean and cozy, giving off a warm feeling. “Besides, you're off for a few days for Christmas. You should be relaxing.”
It was your idea, after all. At first, you told him while he was home for the holiday that you could visit him once or twice for a massage - and a stress reliever. It was Taehyung who stated that it would be easier for you to just stay with him; even if he had been balls deep inside of you (for the first time) when he said it. Once the high wore down, it was settled.
Another one of your many ideas - that Taehyung was positive was just another ploy to send him over the edge - was for him to not use his usual protection. All masseuses were on birth control, but the condoms were always a precaution. However, Taehyung is your only client.
That’s how you and he found yourself at the clinic to get further testing done just for extra measures - his idea to go outside and far from the base for extra privacy.
“I am relaxed." Taehyung responds coolly. And he looks the part, a light loose fitted shirt and pants. He’s wearing fuzzy socks - the hardwood floors too cold to go without. “It’s quiet here. I can sleep in as long as I want.” he lets out a satisfied sigh. “And you’re here with me…”
Taehyung trails it off, turning away before the awkwardness sets in as he realizes his words.
“Let me show you around.”
Taehyung’s home is spacious for one single person, you note, but it fits his personality. He’s shown you art pieces he’s collected over the years along with some of his own artwork he has displayed. You recall during one massage session where he claimed to enjoy music, especially jazz, and witnessing the array of different vinyls he had has you intrigued.
“What vibe are we feeling today for your first round of relaxation massage?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, scanning through the vinyls. “I would be in a more festive mood if it was snowing.”
Taehyung has such large windows right behind his couch that could be showcasing a winter wonderland outside. You blame global warming for that.
“Massage already?” Taehyung snickers. “You spoil me too much. I haven’t had a kink in my neck in months.”
“I take my job seriously, ya know.” you grab one vinyl and inspect it. It’s only instrumental, but knowing Taehyung, it’s what puts him in his most relaxed state. “Besides, other things could be on your mind besides work.”
“There’s always a lot on my mind.” Taehyung nods his head in agreement. He watches you hold out a vinyl for him to take. “This is just instrumental. Saxophone, drums, trumpets and such.”
“I’m aware…” you trail off, but turn your eyes away to look back towards the other vinyls. “...but, let’s see what else you have.”
You weren’t a big jazz person as Taehyung was, so the first name that stuck out to you, you took. Taehyung eyes the vinyl and a smile stretches onto his lips.
“You can’t go wrong with Frank Sinatra.” you tell him.
“You’re right about that.”
You watch Taehyung stroll towards where his record player lays. It’s quiet for a few moments until you hear the music start up, a variety of different instruments playing all at once - piano, guitars and…trombones?
Taehyung turns around, still sporting that boxy grin. He’s swaying from side to side, stepping from one foot to the other. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He then holds out his hand for you to take.
“I don’t dance.” you deadpan, but take his hand otherwise. He proceeds to pull you closer to him.
“Everyone dances.” Taehyung teases. “Just step to the beat…or just follow my lead.”
You attempt to do as Taehyung says, simply because he’s holding your hand in his own so tightly. It’s just you and him here and it shouldn’t matter if you look a fool - it’s what he wants. You were here to ease the stress; and if dancing to Frank Sinatra did that then…
You follow Taehyung’s lead, swaying your hips the best you could to follow the different instruments, the vocals flowing with them in sync. When Taehyung lifts your arm and proceeds to twirl you, you follow suit, laughing at how horrible such a simple task had gone - but the second time you’ve gotten it right.
“Lean back,” Taehyung says, pushing himself away from you so he could do the same. “Now twiiiirrl back in.”
“Why are you good at dancing?” you giggle between twirls, finding your way against Taehyung’s chest. “You’re full of surprises. Different from most military men I've been told about.”
“It’s more to me besides the military, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung holds you against him, still swaying to the music. “You’ll learn that the longer you stay here.”
Learn you did. After a few more embarrassing (on your end) dances with Taehyung, you and he sat and talked. He told you about his life before the military, about his family and upbringing and even about his dog. Learning that said dog wasn’t with him anymore had almost made you spiral, but you were here to make him relax, not the other way around.
Taehyung spoke about his travels, stating that Paris was one of his favorite places. You listened to it all with wide eyes and genuine curiosity.
“What about you?” Taehyung asks. Right about now, you’re laying on the couch, Taehyung between your legs and head right on your chest. Your hand is rubbing his head, fingers combing his hair. “How did you become a masseus?”
“How? Or why?” you snicker.
Taehyung hums against your chest.
“I suppose I needed the money. I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life.” you answer truthfully. “My life wasn’t really as grand as yours thus far.” you joke.
“I’ll get better.” Taehyung quips. He doesn’t want to push you further in speaking about something it’s obvious you don’t want to. “You still have a lot of life to live. Where is somewhere you always wanted to go?”
“Hmmm,” you hum, Taehyung feeling the vibration in your chest. You continue to rack your fingers through his hair. “not sure. Somewhere with beautiful scenery.”
“Greece.” Taehyung quips. “We should go to Greece.”
“We?” you snicker.
Taehyung lifts his head from your chest. He looks at you, his eyes a bit clouded. He offers you a low smirk. “Yes,” he says, his eyes unblinking. “It’d help us relax.”
You feel Taehyung’s hands begin to slide underneath your shirt. Instantly, you calm into his touch. You hold his eye, but your thighs clench around him to hold him close. You can feel the way his cock is beginning to harden right at the center of your core.
“You smell like vanilla.” Taehyung murmurs, further lifting your shirt up until your stomach is revealed. “Such a sweet smell for a sweet person.”
You're the first to break eye contact by rolling your eyes due to the cheeky response. You allow Taehyung to remove your shirt, his large hands immediately cupping your covered breast. You aren’t sporting any sexual lingerie - you find that though Taehyung enjoyed it, it was only for a moment.
“I know you taste just as sweet, too.” Taehyung murmurs. “...just the thought of it…” he presses himself deeper against your clothed lower half and you can feel the twitch in his own pants.
“If you want a taste, that’s all you have to say.” you respond, batting your lashes at him.
Taehyung hums, this time coming closer to you. He presses his lips to yours softly, large hands finding their way behind your back. Your bra unclasps almost instantly, those same hands sliding up your arm and leaves a trail of goosebumps behind. The straps fall down your shoulders and soon, your bra is discarded somewhere on his living room floor. He engulfs your breast into his large hands entirely, kneading them with such passion.
You groan against Taehyung’s mouth, his tongue sliding along with yours in a heated kiss, all the way you can feel a throbbing pain right between your legs. The same one is felt by Taehyung himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably to feel your heated embrace around him.
Taehyung breaks the kiss to pepper wet kisses down your jaw towards your neck and then collarbone. His tongue pokes out to coat your skin with a possessive wet trail, dipping right between your breasts.
Your back arches as Taehyung squeezes the mound in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples, dark eyes flickering up to you for a reaction. You’re so responsive to him, an action he loves. He adores knowing that you like this just as much as he does - that it isn’t just a job for you.
“So pretty~”
Your cheeks burn. You bite the inside of your cheek, fluttering eyes watching the way Taehyung’s large hand takes possession of your breast, tugging your nipples between pinched fingers.
“Stop teasing me.”
Taehyung snickers, swiping a pink tongue over his lips. “You’re impatient.” he says. “In that case, I want you naked.”
Taehyung lets go of your breast and for a moment, you miss the warmth of his hands. They now tug at your pants, wasting no time sliding them down until you’re in your panties. They’re as simple as your bra was - gotten and gray, only Taehyung’s eyes lingers at the wet spot at the center of it.
“You’re already so wet, huh?” he snorts, flickering his eyes to you. “Come here.”
Taehyung leans back into his couch, motioning for you to sit in his lap. Your bottom lip juts outwards. “You’re fully clothed.”
“You want me naked?” Taehyung tilts his head, lip twitching upwards.
You crawl towards the man, your hands at the end of his shirt and, like he’s done with yours, you begin to lift it. There’s never a time in which you didn’t enjoy witnessing Taehyung’s body, sculptured beautifully due to his time in the military. His arms flex almost automatically, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you discard his shirt.
“Pants next~” you murmur, your hands going to tug at his waist.
Taehyung assists in taking off his pants. He kicks them off, only sitting in his dark underwear, his thighs just as toned as his arms. Immediately, you swing your leg around to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. His hands lay themselves on your thighs, slowly sliding its way up to your hips.
“This might be my favorite view of you.” Taehyung murmurs, just as slowly as his hands, his eyes take in every sinful look of you. Again, basic. No lingerie covering your body to hide the beauty underneath it. It’s what he prefers, honestly, just you and all your glory.
“I can tell.” you murmur back, adding more pressure against his hardened cock that’s right against your clothed clit. It twitches impatiently, wanting to spring free instead of being confined.
Large hands make their way up your sides. It causes you to shiver, rolling your neck as you rock your hips just a bit. You place your hands on his shoulders while his trickle up your back.
“Go ahead.”
Taehyung’s tone is husky. It tells you that he’s into it - all of it.
“I wanna watch you rub that pussy against my cock.” Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat. “You look so pretty right now.”
“That’ll just torture you.” you giggle, but you admit you do just that. Your clit is throbbing, but you decided to go along with the antagonizing grinding, rocking your hips and rubbing it against his cock further. “I’m supposed to be your stress relief.”
“I haven’t been stressed since you've been here.” Taehyung retorts. A hand is now against your ass, squeezing it in his palm to further encourage you. “So I’ll say you’re doing amazing.”
Taehyung could never leave his mouth off of you, especially not with how well you’re rolling your hips, rapidly increasing the speed by the minute. His tongue licks along your breast before suckling a nipple into his wet mouth. This was nothing but torture like you said, but he was loving every minute of it.
Your head throws itself back, your mouth opening to release several moans. There wasn’t a need to be quiet - not here. Your moans could echo off of his high ceilings without the risk of anyone hearing the two of you.
“You’re soaking my underwear.” Taehyung pops your nipple from his mouth to quickly capture the other one. Both hands slam against your ass now, guiding you to grind against his cock harder, his length wishing to be buried deep inside of those velvet walls instead.
Your hands trail up his shoulders to his neck, then to his hair. “Feels good,” you moan, fingers tangling into his hair. “your cock in me would feel better.”
“Not done with you yet.” Taehyung grunts against your chest.
You were unsure what that meant, but Taehyung is determined to show you. He isn’t shy in the way he handles you, a sudden display of strength that otherwise he keeps hidden. He turns you around, slamming your back against his chest. His left hand rides up from your waist, past your stomach and to your breast. He offers it a light squeeze prior to allowing it to rise towards your chin.
“I wanna feel you.” whispers Taehyung, nudging your chin towards him. “‘want you to make a mess all over me.” He captures your mouth messily, his tongue sliding into your willing one.
While Taehyung holds your chin, assuring you cannot move away from him, his free hand slithers its way between your legs. Your moans die down against his tongue, long fingers finding their way between your soaked panties to stroke at your dripping pussy.
Your back arches just a bit, Taehyung only holding onto you tighter. His fingers curl, sliding deep just enough to tease your clenching hole, before he brings it back to swirl menacing circles against your clit.
“I’m happy you agreed to come home with me.” Taehyung breaks the kiss, a trail of saliva that once connects your two lips snaps once he speaks. “I could finally do what I want with you without prying ears.”
Taehyung’s fingers slide into you with full force, knuckles deep. You gasp out, eyes widening for a mere moment before they flutter. He begins to pump, his eyes watching your face for every reaction.
Your pussy is squelching embarrassingly, showing Taehyung just how wet you were for him. Your pussy clamps tightly around his fingers, sucking him in. He curls them around your velvety walls,his palm rubbing against your clit for adding pleasure.
“I’ve wanted to have you like this since that first day…” Taehyung admits. You and he are comfortable now; better suited. He could admit to you those dirty fantasies he attempted to bury out of respect for you as his masseuse. “I tried to hide them, but then you wrapped those pretty little hands around my cock and I was done for.”
You’re whimpering, inside twisting and turning. Taehyung is more talkative than normal. Usually, he’d whimper and moan into your ear, speaking little. Now, his voice repeats over and over in your head as his fingers defile you, your needy pussy only wanting more and more from him.
“Am I being too rough with you, baby?” Taehyung taunts, a hungry moan in his voice that tells you everything about him. “I can’t help it. Having you alone with me now…” he trails off.
You’re dripping, arousal sliding down the curve of your ass. Your right hand is wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist, nails digging into his skin. If he feels it, he pretends not to. His hold on you is tight and it tells you that he has no intention of stopping until he wants to.
“...I blame that place for making me this way. So insatiable for a woman’s touch…”
Taehyung’s tongue slides across the nape of your neck.
“I-It’s okay~” you manage to choke out. “You can have me whatever way you want.”
And then you say things like that, Taehyung says, that has him mind short circuiting even further. He was a man, yes, and though you and he had sex before, he was holding back. He thought of plenty of ways he wanted to take you - especially with this new stamina and strength he’s gained in the last year.
“Fuck!” Taehyung hisses, removing his fingers from your soaked pussy.
Taehyung wastes no time in taking your words into consideration. Dare you say you enjoyed this new Taehyung, the man who didn’t have to worry about being quiet. The man who flings you around like a rag dog, now slamming your body against his (soft) coach, your back pressed firmly on it.
Taehyung positions himself between your legs, his cock at your entrance. He’s coating himself with your juices, dark hair in his eyes.
You swallow, a sudden mischievous jolt in your heart. “You don’t have to be courteous anymore. Just fuck me how you really want.”
The timbre in your words, the smirk on your lips.
Taehyung grunts. “You’d want that, huh?” He begins to thrust inside of you. So wet and warm - tight. “Don’t try to run away when it gets too much.”
Taehyung can feel that clench right around him when he speaks. You were so slutty, he thinks, enjoying every threat.
“Ah-”
You barely manage to contain yourself when Taehyung removes his cock just to thrust it back in, his hands hooked underneath your knees. He forces them nearly up to your shoulder, pumping his cock deep inside of your pussy.
Maybe you should have heeded Taehyung’s warning. His stamina was unmatched, his hips not faltering. His cock drills in and out of you with unmatched pace that you’re nearly sobbing in overstimulated pleasure, unsure of how much your pussy could truly take. Skin slapping sounds throughout the livingroom, along with the forgotten jazz music in the background.
“Ta-ae!” you gasp pathetically, your thighs quivering to shut him away, even if the pressure in your stomach bubbled.
“I feel that.” Taehyung hisses. He leans away enough and lets go of your legs. Instead of giving you the break you needed, he slams his hands on your hips. He lifts your bottom half up and continues his brutal pace. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Already, ha.”
Your mouth falls open wide, your breast bouncing furiously along with his punishing thrusts. You’re trembling, unable to form true words on how amazing his cock felt right now in this new position. It’d be a lie to say it didn’t, your pussy squelches louder and louder, telling Taehyung himself your true feelings.
“D-Don’t…” your hands reach for nothing but land on the side of the couch to sink your nails into. “...stop. Don’t stop!”
Taehyung growls, eyes darting to your pussy leaving a creamy substance around his cock, to your bouncing breast, then to your fucked out face. “I’m not, baby. Just go ahead and let go for me.”
To be able to talk to you as dirty as he wants to. To fuck you as hard as he wants to - it was heavy.
“Such a pretty pussy all for me, baby. I knew you’d be the perfect little slut.”
You’re squeezing him tighter and tighter, eyes fluttering. There’s a pressure in your stomach that feels like a knot, growing larger and larger until you’re sobbing louder. “Fuck,” you gasp.
Taehyung pulls out right as you cum, slamming your legs apart and forcing his face between your legs. His tongue lays onto your clit, devouring the already sensitive bud. He bobs his head back and forth, tongue flickering from your clit to your hole, slurping and suckling.
You’re unable to take anymore, but Taehyung wasn’t going to stop until he forced enough orgasm out of you.
“‘gonna cum again!” you whimper, a hand tangled into his hair. Your hips rut against his devouring tongue, fully astonished with how truly insatiable he was - and how easy he has been going on you prior to all of this.
If you’d open your eyes, you’d see Taehyung right between your legs, buried deep. You’d see the way his eyes focus on your face, witnessing the subtle tears in the corner of your eyes. But you weren’t looking at him, you were far too busy grinding that pussy against his tongue as another orgasm bubbles over.
When you come, you’re trembling, your whole body covered in overstimulated goosebumps.
Taehyung finds you cute. Not cute enough to not fuck you again.
Your face is in the soft couch cushion when Taehyung flips you over, your back arches and ass up where it belongs.
“I don’t think I could ever get tired of fucking this sweet pussy of yours, baby.”
You’re supposed to be tired, Taehyung thinks, and you are no doubt. Yet, you still have enough energy to widen your legs just a bit for him.
Taehyung enters you hard, no need for preparing as you were sopping wet, thighs covered in your own arousal. The new position allows him to go deeper than before, hitting a sweet spot with each thrust that has you yelping like a fool.
“My pretty little slut is so wet for me. You’re taking me so good.”
“Did you think I couldn’t take it?”
It’s surprising you had any back talk in you, but Taehyung likes that. He likes your determination.
“Nah, I knew you could.” Taehyung laughs, slamming a hand against your ass that has you falling deeper in the couch, but he forces your ass up in the same position. “You’d always ask for me to go harder at the base, so I’m only giving you what you asked for.”
You bite your lip, but the embarrassing moan still slides through. You were going to cum again, the most you’ve had in one single session with Taehyung. You still had the rest of the week, but that thought alone still excites you to no end.
“After I cum,” you say, opening your eyes. It takes you a few moments to move your head enough to look at the man - a minor mistake. He’s covered in sweat, but the sight of him alone has you cumming right then and there, a gush of liquid pooling out of you. “shit.”
Taehyung snorts. “You’re so easy.”
“Put your dick in my mouth.”
“Wha-”
It was the distraction you needed to pull yourself away from Taehyung. You were a bit wobbly, your legs feeling like jelly, but you manage. Taehyung allows you to push him down against the couch so you can have your own turn between his legs.
“I’ll show you who’s really easy.” you say, ignoring the gush of arousal that pools out of you once more - you were going to have to take a serious shower after this - and grasp his cock. “You never last long in my mouth.”
Taehyung swallows - you weren’t wrong.
Your mouth captures the tip first, instantly suckling on the head as if your life depended on it. You taste yourself, the sinful act so lewd that it has you clenching your thighs together.
Taehyung is whimpering before you even take him fully into your mouth. His thighs tremble when you gurgle against him. Through lidded eyes, he watches the way your head bounces up and down, mouth capturing him hole in the right way.
“I don’t think you’re real sometimes.” Taehyung gasps, his left leg bouncing.
You pop the top from your mouth and instead twirl your tongue over it teasingly.
“You’re too good at this. Sometimes I think I might’ve fallen into a coma and dreamt of you.”
“You always say something cheesy when you’re about to cum.” you snort, wrapping a hand around his cock and proceeding to pump him, tongue slurping on his tip. “So easy.”
“Just for you~”
A warm substance fills your mouth like clockwork, knowing the man long enough to know just how predictable he was.
Taehyung’s head drops onto the couch with a heavy, slightly sleepy, sigh.
You wipe your mouth, you yourself falling besides the man. It’s silent. You’re both tired, sweaty and entirely fucked out to move.
“Let’s go to Greece.” says Taehyung randomly after nearly 20 minutes of silence. You’re laying against his chest, the jazz music continuing to play in the background.
“Huh?”
“I said let’s go to Greece.” Taehyung repeats nonchalantly. “Just for a day or two.”
“You say that as if it’s down the street.” you snort, lifting your head to look at him. “You’re so random.”
Taehyung hums. “Maybe I am.” he responds. “It should be snowing there. Don’t you want to be,” he lazily lifts a hand and does air quotations. “festive.”
You roll your eyes.
“Consider it a Christmas gift. A short trip to Greece. It’ll help me relax.” Taehyung adds a short smile to his lips. “Aren’t you here for that?”
You swallow and for a moment, contemplate it all. You stare at him for far too long that Taehyung ponders himself, questioning if this was something he should have brought up to you. He was known to be carefree at times, but did he cross a boundary-
“Fuck it, let’s go.” you say, and whatever worries Taehyung has is long forgotten.