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nip it in the bud

This was why you never had sex in public; you were already getting a headache at the thought of Taehyung having to clean up and sanitize everything before his next appointment.

"Hey what's wrong?" asked Taehyung, getting up from his knees. His hand went to his belt, unbuckling the black leather and loosening it around his hips. He undid his button and zipped open his fly, finally freeing his aching hard cock from the confines it had been resisting against.

You stared at his erection, pressing against the band of his underwear. "Is this really okay?" you asked.

"Going soft on me so fast?" Taehyung teased, "Thought you were gonna prove to Dongkyung that you were fun and freaky. I bet he's never had sex outside of the bedroom."

"No," you protested, "I still want to. I just– I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this."

"Oh," murmured Taehyung with a ravenous glint in his eyes, "I'm thrilled about this. I want to destroy you in a way that has you limping after. I want your pussy to have PDD, never wanting another cock."

"PDD?" you asked, repeating the acronym with confusion heavy in your tone.

"Post-Dicking Depression," Taehyung clarified with a faux condescending tone. You could hear the laughter in his voice that he tried to keep in.

"I don't know if I want to have sex with a man who refers to it as me getting dicked down," you scoffed, wiggling your butt backwards to move away from Taehyung who scowled and quickly moved his hands from his pants to your hips, holding you in place.

"But you want a dicking from me," he sing-sang, "You used to have fantasies about me."

"I used to have fantasies about Flynn Rider, that means nothing," you retorted, your hands placed over his.

He narrowed his eyes, "That says less about me and more about you, gorgeous."

He palmed his heavy cock through the cotton fabric of his briefs.

"You sure you wanna stop right here, Y/N? Don't wanna go for another orgasm?"

"I can't leave you hanging," you acquiesced easily, "Golden rule of reciprocation and all that."

"You don't always have to give back what you get in sex," Taehyung frowned, "It's not a business transaction, it's a group effort. As long as we both enjoy ourselves, you don't have to worry about me, Y/N."

"You don't want to have me?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious, "You seemed really enthusiastic about it earlier."

"I'm dying to have you, but I only want you if you want me," Taehyung clarified, his baritone wafting into your ears soothingly.

You smiled up at him, even though you were naked in this room that might have his assistant or coworkers knocking at any moment, even though he was completely dressed while you were not, you still felt comfortable with Taehyung. You put your fingers through the belt loops of his partially opened jeans, dragging it down his hips, over his ass, stopping midway on his thighs. Taehyung watched you, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard with the heat of his lust, thick dark brows furrowed as he bit his lips.

"Please, Tae?" you asked, "I want you. I want the heavy fucking that has me walking side to side afterwards."

Taehyung snorted, "'4.5 when I make the bed shake,' huh."

"Ariana is a legend," you gasped, outraged at his little quip, your hands falling from where they had been clutching his ass.

Taehyung just gave you one of his gorgeous boxy smiles that left you breathless before he went to free his fat cock from the cotton confines of his underwear. His cock bounced once it was free from its bounds, his length even more thick and imposing than you had imagined when you were sixteen, slipping your fingers down your throat and choking on them, pretending they were his dick instead.