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nip it in the bud

"Fuck," muttered Taehyung finally pulling himself away, "How are you this sensitive and responsive? You would've had such a rough time with the aftercare if you had gone through with this."

You shook your head, ignoring his question. "Taehyung!" you whined instead, "I need you."

Taehyung scoffed lightly as a pleased smirk marked his lips. He ripped the purple gloves off, flinging them onto the side table.

"Will you let me eat you out, Y/N?" he asked. "I've been dreaming of it ever since I saw those snaps on your private story for your 21st birthday."

Your brows furrowed. For your birthday your friends and you had gone down to Cabo since it was close to spring break. You hadn't even realized Taehyung was on your private story. Your brother Jimin certainly wasn't. You had posted everything from videos of you skinny dipping with your friends in the hot tub, to full length mirror selfies of every itty bitty neon colored bikini you had worn on the trip.

"I've had fantasies about you too," you admitted as Taehyung's hands slid down your waist to hug your hips, fingers digging into your charcoal gray leggings, ready to pull them off.

He looked at you curiously, "Since when? Was I your sexual awakening?" he teased, his cheeks full in his joy. You wanted to bite those bread cheeks but you controlled the impulse.

"Hardly," you retorted, "I was dreaming about Min Yoongi before I ever thought of you. But he graduated and went away for university. And you had that wavy silver brown hair. You looked so hot in your old school hiphop outfit you'd worn for Halloween senior year."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, "I was always hot, Y/N. It's cute of you to deny it. But wow headbands really do it for you huh? Is that why you ran up to your room when we started watching It? I thought it was because you were scared. Had I known that you were sneaking away to shove your hand in your panties–" he trailed off.

"You would have what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung hit your hip lightly with his fingers, more tap than slap, making you lift your bottom so that he could drag the dark colored athletic fabric down your legs.

"Why don't I show you?" Taehyung said.

With your leggings down to one of your ankles, completely off of the other, Taehyung took a hold of your thighs, swinging your legs around so they hung over the side of the platform you were seated on. You were facing him now, but he was so tall that even with the small boost your seat offered, you were eye level with him. He slid back the stool he was on, moving it out of the way. Then he sank to his knees so that his head was at the perfect height for the treasure that laid between your slightly parted thighs.

With his left hand still grasping one of your thighs, he used his other hand to prod at your folds over the drenched fabric of your black seamless panties. His forefinger and middle finger stroked at your opening, hunting for your clit, slipping over the sodden fabric over and over. When you were so wet that his fingers went away, picking up enough evidence of your arousal that a transparent string clung to him before finally breaking off, Taehyung decided to move the panty off to the side, revealing the swollen dripping folds of your cunt to him.

"You're so pretty, gorgeous," he sighed, "I want to feast on you."

His fingers were curiously spreading you even more, parting the furling petals to your entrance, revealing the pretty wet hole to his hot seeking gaze as it desperately clenched around air, wanting something bigger and more substantial to close around.

"Taehyung please," you pleaded, your fingers knotting into his unruly hair, as you attempted to move his head closer to your cunt.

Taehyung dipped down, his lips pursed at first, almost like he was kissing you down there, but he soon found his pace, tongue wildly thrusting into the hole and gliding over the folds. As he lapped at your entrance, he hummed in pleasure, rejoicing in the sweet poignant taste of you.