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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

Taehyung was still holding her close, lips barely apart, breath mixing with hers as the air between them thickened with tension neither of them tried to hide anymore. His hands were still on her waist, and hers gripped his shirt like she needed something to hold onto or she might lose herself completely.

Her heart was pounding, and so was his. It was impossible not to feel how close they were, not just physically but something more, something deeper. He looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered right now.

Evie pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, her chest rising and falling. She didn't say a word. Instead, her fingers slid down and laced with his, and without breaking the eye contact, she took a slow step backward.

He did not ask where she was taking him.

He followed without hesitation.

Her grip was firm but gentle, steady, full of unspoken trust. Step by step, she led him out of the living room and down the quiet hallway, both of them still breathless, still not saying a word. Their silence said everything. Every step they took, the air grew hotter, heavier. The tension between them only built more.

Taehyung's eyes didn't leave her. He watched the way her hair fell over her back, the way her shoulders moved slightly with every step, how her fingers didn't loosen from his even for a second.

His thoughts were running wild–in a focused, consuming way. Like she had become the only thing on his mind.

Evie stopped at the door at the end of the hallway. She didn't look nervous. Her eyes just searched his as she slowly pushed the door open with her free hand and pulled him inside.

Her bedroom.

She let go of his hand but only to turn around and close the door behind them. The soft sound of the door shutting was enough to send a chill down his spine.

Taehyung stood there, not touching anything, just watching her.

Evie turned to face him, her back now to the closed door. Her breathing was still shaky, lips slightly parted, eyes filled with something deeper than want. She leaned back against the door and whispered low, calm but burning with intent.

"I want this."

That was all she had to say.

Taehyung did not move right away. He was taking her in–the way she looked standing in her room like that, the way the soft light from the window touched her skin, how her voice had sounded so sure.

When he stepped closer, it was slow. His hand came up and rested on the door beside her head, his body just inches away now. She could feel the warmth coming off him, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

"You sure?" he whispered, his voice low and deep.

Evie nodded slowly, eyes on his lips now.

"I have never been more sure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, steady and honest.

And that was it.

He leaned in again and kissed her–not rushed, not soft either, just the perfect kind of kiss that said they were past the point of pretending this was just heat. Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His fingers brushed her waist, moved slowly to her back, and then pulled her against him like he could not wait another second to feel her like that.

"What if you think we are going too fast or something..." Taehyung whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

Evie smiled softly, brushing her fingers along his cheek.

"Oh Taehyung, why are you so adorable," she said, letting out a quiet laugh.

She held his face gently, looking right at him.

"Do you really think I would let just anyone touch me like this if I didn't trust them? If I wasn't sure?" she said.

"Some people take years to understand each other... and sometimes, it just takes one connection, one moment. You're not someone who's doing this for fun. I know that. And I've known that for a while now."

He looked down for a second, swallowing hard, and she reached for his hand and laced her fingers with his.

"It's been months, Tae. And even if we haven't said it every single day, I know you. I've seen you. You've been patient with me, kind, always respectful. You care about me more than anyone ever has. And I know I care about you the same."

She paused for a second, then added in a calm, steady voice.

"I trust you enough to give you something I've never given anyone. I have no regrets. None. You're a gentleman. You always think about others first. That's one of the reasons I feel so safe with you."

Taehyung's gaze softened.

"We're not kids. We're both 21, we're adults, and we know what we want. We confessed, we've been through enough, and I don't think I could trust anyone more than I trust you."

She leaned in closer again, her voice quiet but full of certainty.

"Taehyung, I want this. I want you. And I'm not scared."

Taehyung looked at her for a long moment, and then without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her again but this time it was nothing like the first. It wasn't slow or hesitant. It was deep, hungry, and full of everything he had been holding back.

Evie felt her breath catch as his lips moved against hers with a kind of desperation. Her fingers tightened on his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands slid under her top, fingers brushing against her bare skin. The warmth of his palm on her lower back sent a shiver through her, and she couldn't stop the soft sound that left her lips when he pressed her even closer.

His touch wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either. It was full of need.

Evie's heart pounded as she felt his fingers slowly move up her spine, tracing every line of her back. She tilted her head slightly, giving him more access as his lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw and then to her neck, leaving heat behind every time he kissed.

As his lips traced her neck and shoulder, soft and slow, Taehyung's fingers found the hem of her t-shirt. With a quiet tug, he helped her slide it over her head, taking his time, as if he didn't want to rush a single second.

She stood there in her black bra, her chest rising and falling, heart pounding louder than ever. The moment his eyes met her body, she felt a shiver run through her spine. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering–not just with lust, but with awe.

His fingertips began at her collarbone, featherlight, and trailed slowly down–along her neck, brushing over her cleavage, gliding between the softness of her breast, then down to her abdomen. Her skin reacted instantly. She gasped softly and closed her eyes, soaking in the way he was worshipping her without saying a word.

Then he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, right where her skin was warmest. She felt the brush of his lips, the way his breath tickled against her skin.

His hand rose again, this time to the thin strap of her bra. He slowly slid one side down her arm, exposing the curve beneath, then leaned in and kissed the spot just above her breast. A kiss so tender, it made her breath catch again.

Taehyung's lips moved lower, placing slow, lingering kisses along her chest. Evie's hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, gripping them as if she needed something to anchor herself. The warmth of his mouth on her skin made her knees feel weak.

He continued kissing her chest gently, taking his time, letting the moment stretch. Then his hands slid around her back, fingers searching until they found the clasp of her bra. With a quiet, practiced ease, he slowly unclasped it.

Evie gasped softly when the fabric loosened. Her breathing picked up - fast and uneven from the overwhelming mix of nerves and excitement. It was new. His touch, the way he was looking at her, how gentle and patient he was... it all felt good.

Really good.

Taehyung slid the bra off, his hands moving slowly, careful not to rush. He didn't touch her right away. He just looked at her, eyes wide with awe, as if he couldn't believe she was real. There was no hunger in his eyes–not yet–just admiration and quiet hesitation.

His hands hovered close, unsure if he should reach for her.

But then, Evie brought one of his hands up with hers, guiding him gently, giving him permission without a single word. Her eyes met his, steady and full of trust.

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible through her quickened breaths. "Touch me please."

And that was all he needed.

Taehyung's hand finally touched her, warm and a little shaky at first. His fingers moved gently over her breasts, testing how she responded, watching every twitch in her expression. When she gasped and arched slightly into his touch, it made his throat go dry.

He leaned in again, kissing down her chest, slower this time, more focused. Evie's fingers tangled in his hair, breathing fast now, like she couldn't catch it even if she tried. Every time his lips brushed her skin, she felt her legs get weaker, her stomach tighten.

His mouth closed around her nipple and her whole body flinched–then melted into his touch. She let out a soft sound that made him pause for a second, only to do it again, with a little more pressure.

"Tae…" she whispered, not even knowing what she was trying to say. His name just slipped out between breaths.

He brought his other hand up, touching her the same way, and when she moaned again, he looked up at her, eyes dark, breathing just as heavy as hers.

"You good?" he asked, voice low and rough.

She nodded quickly, biting her lip. "Don't stop."

That was all it took.

He hold her up by the waist without warning and walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sat down, and he followed, climbing over her, not breaking eye contact once.

His hands went to her waist, pulling her closer as he leaned down and kissed her again–deeper this time. Hotter. Her hands were already sliding under his shirt, desperate to feel him the same way he was feeling her.

She tugged his shirt up, and he pulled it off over his head, tossing it aside.

Evie lay flat on the bed, completely topless, her chest rising and falling fast. Her bare breast were exposed to the cool air, her skin flushed. Taehyung sat in front of her, shirtless, his gaze locked on her body.

Her eyes trailed down his figure–lean muscles, abs tight and defined, every line of him screaming control and tension. His chest moved with each deep breath he took, but it was his lower half that made her pulse race. Her eyes dropped to the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants—hard, obvious, and twitching slightly.

He was turned on. Badly.

He noticed where she was looking, and his blush slightly deepened. Then, without a word, he leaned forward and hovered over her again. She barely had time to react before his mouth was on her nipple, hot and greedy.

Her back arched off the bed as she let out a sharp moan. "Tae…" she gasped, grabbing at his shoulders, digging her nails in without realizing it.

He sucked harder, his tongue flicking her nipple over and over, watching her lose it under him. Her legs shifted, thighs rubbing together from the pressure building between them. She was hot, throbbing, needy.

He pulled back just enough to look at her face, then did it again - flicked, sucked, then gently bit. Her moans grew louder. Her hands flew to his hair, tugging, needing something to hold on to.

"Are you feeling good?" he muttered against her skin, his voice raspy.

She nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah… but don't stop."

That answer flipped a switch in him. He switched sides, giving the same attention to her other nipple, letting his hand slide down her waist slowly, inching toward the waistband of her shorts.

Then he leaned towards her, kissing her again, slower this time–deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, bodies pressing together, bare skin against bare skin. His hand started to roam, sliding over her waist, down her sides, over her hips. Every inch he touched made her body react, shivers running through her spine.

His hand reached the waistband of her shorts. He paused there, just tracing the edge with his fingers, barely slipping underneath. Her stomach tightened under the touch, her breath hitching. She arched her back, silently begging for more without saying a word.

He took the hint, hand moving lower, slow and careful. His fingers slid inside her shorts. She gasped, moaning against his mouth, and he kissed her harder in response.

As he breaks from kiss his fingers hesitate. He'd never done this before. He could feel the soft fabric of her panties, warm and damp against his touch. He hesitated, swallowing hard, heart pounding in his chest.

Then, carefully, he slid his fingers underneath the fabric too.

She let out a louder moan, head falling back against the pillow. The way she reacted—the way her body moved—it was driving him crazy.

"Is this okay?" he asked, voice breathless, unsure, even as his hand stayed there.

"Yeah…" she said between heavy breaths, "just don't stop…"

He didn't. His fingers explored, slow and curious, learning what made her breathe faster, what made her hips twitch. He was shaking just as much as she was. Neither of them feel it earlier, but that made it even more intense. Real. Addictive.

His hand moved lower, slipping under her panties completely now. His fingers brushed against her entrance and he stop for a second, his breath caught in his throat.

It was warm. Soft. Wet.

The texture felt unreal in his palm–almost like his brain couldn't catch up with what his hand was feeling. He didn't move right away, just kept his fingers there, soaking in the sensation. Her body, her heat, her reaction—it was all driving him insane.

She let out a soft, shaky moan, feeling him there, feeling his touch. It was sensitive, but in the best way.

His fingers flexed, carefully pressing and parting her fold as if trying to feel her, memorize every inch. The wetness coated his fingertips, and he instinctively spread it around, dragging his touch slowly through her folds.

It was messy. Hot. Addicting.

"Evie…" he whispered under his breath, eyes locked on her face.

Evie was breathless, her chest rising and falling fast, lips parted as her eyes fluttered shut. Her body responded to every tiny move he made.

He could feel her throbbing lightly against his fingers and it made his heart pound harder.

Still trembling a little, he pressed his middle finger further, slipping it between her folds, slowly, carefully and her whole body reacted.

She arched, gasping loudly, one hand flying up to grab his wrist. But not to stop him–to guide him.

He did. And the soft, wet sound of his finger moving in her made both of them lose their breath for a second.

Her pussy felt like silk and heat and liquid fire all at once. His mind was spinning, his pants tight with how hard he was now, straining badly. But he kept going–not rushing it, just watching her fall apart under his touch.

Evie's grip on his wrist tightened for a moment as his fingers moved deeper, her legs instinctively parting more. Her hips shifted, chasing his touch like her body knew what it wanted even if her mind didn't fully understand it yet.

Taehyung's eyes didn't leave her face. Every moan, every twitch of her body, it was like fuel to his fire. He leaned in, brushing his lips over her cheek, then her jaw, whispering low, "Does this feel good…?"

She nodded fast, biting her lip. "Yeah… don't stop…"

His fingers moved again, finding that one spot that made her breath catch hard in her throat. She let out a sharp gasp, her back arching again, one hand fisting the sheet underneath her.

"Right there?" he asked, voice raspy.

"Y-Yes....yes," she gasped.

Encouraged, his pace picked up just slightly, fingers sliding against her wetness in slow, firm motions. Her thighs were trembling now, hips rolling against his hand, chasing more.

Then his eyes dropped to her chest again–her bare breasts rising and falling quickly with each breath. He couldn't resist. He leaned down, mouth latching onto her nipple again, sucking harder this time, while his fingers worked on her pussy.

Her body jolted under him, the combination too much. Her voice broke in a moan that was louder now, messier, needier.

"Taehyung—" she gasped out his name like she was losing her mind.

He pulled away just a bit, breath heavy. "You're shaking…"

"....I can't stop," she whispered, eyes glassy with pleasure.

He slowly removed his fingers from her panties, and they glistened with her wetness. He stared at them for a second, breathing hard, trying to calm the heat rushing through him.

He sat up, his chest rising and falling with every breath as he looked down at her.

Evie lay there, completely bare now–he'd slipped off her shorts, then her panties, revealing everything. She was flushed, exposed, and yet she didn't try to cover herself. Her legs parted slightly in nervous anticipation.

Taehyung's eyes slowly trailed down her body, stopping between her thighs.

His breath caught.

She was soaked–her folds glistening, visibly swollen, her body screaming for more without a single word. The sight made his throat tighten. His hands trembled slightly as he lowered himself again, eyes locked on her wetness.

He reached out, fingers brushing against her core once more–soft and warm as his thumb gently parted her folds, and she jolted.

Then he found that sensitive spot, her clit, and rolled his thumb over it, slow and careful.

Evie gasped–her hips rising to meet his hand, her fingers digging into the sheets.

"Taehyung" she whispered breathlessly.

He kept going, circling her sensitive bud, watching how her body reacted–how she bit her lip, her stomach tensed, her chest heaved.

"Just feel it.." he murmured while looking at her.

She whimpered in response, completely lost in what he was doing to her.

He couldn't look away and he couldn't take it anymore.

His pants were unbearably tight–his cock straining hard against the fabric, painfully aching, like it couldn't stand being trapped another second. The sight of her, spread out, flushed, soaked between her thighs… it was too much.

He let out a low, shaky breath as he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.

"I want you," he whispered, his voice rough, nearly pleading.

Her breath hitched, her fingers tangled in his hair as she whispered back, "I want you too…"

That was all he needed.

He quickly sat up, his hands trembling as he unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants. The tension in his body was unbearable, like he was seconds away from snapping. He slid his pants down, then his boxers.

His cock sprang free—rock hard, flushed, the tip already slick.

Her eyes widened slightly, her gaze fixed there, a mix of nervousness and curiosity in her expression.

He was big. Not massive, but enough to make her thighs instinctively press together for a moment. Veins ran along the length, and it twitched as her eyes lingered on it.

Taehyung swallowed hard, his breathing unsteady as he looked down at her again.

"You sure?" he asked, barely holding himself back.

She nodded, cheeks red, heart racing.

"Yeah… I want you."

Evie's breath hitched when she felt him shift. Her thighs parted slowly, instinctively, giving him better access. The look in his eyes when he saw her open up for him–it nearly broke his control. This was really happening.

Taehyung held himself at the base, the tip brushing against her soaked entrance. He slid himself up and down, guiding it carefully between her folds, coating himself in her wetness–but not pushing in yet.

He needed to make sure she was ready. And he needed to say it.

He paused, looking at her, voice rough. "Evie… we don't have protection."

Everything stilled for a second. Both of them breathing heavily. Their bodies screaming to go further, but the words settled between them like a barrier.

She didn't move away. Didn't push him off. Instead, she reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear. Her voice was quiet, but clear.

"Just… don't finish inside me," she whispered. "I'll get pills later. I'll be okay."

Taehyung hesitated for only a moment longer. Then he leaned in and kissed her again–slow, deep, like a silent promise that he would be careful.

He guided himself back down, lined up, and slowly started to push in.

Evie's breath caught in her throat as he entered. It was new, intense, and there was pressure –discomfort, even a sting but she didn't stop him. Her hands clutched at the sheets as she tried to breathe through it.

"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered against her skin, his forehead resting on hers. He was barely halfway in and already trembling. She was so tight around him he had to force himself not to move too fast–not to lose control.

"It's okay," she said, breath shaky.

He nodded, kissing her again, trying to distract her from the stretch.

One of his hands drifted down between their bodies, finding her most sensitive spot. His fingers moved gently, circling, trying to ease the tension and help her adjust. It worked–her body relaxed a little under him, her hips tilting slightly to let him in deeper.

They both moaned softly, the feeling overwhelming for both. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't smooth. But it was real–and it was theirs.

Taehyung's breathing was ragged as he slowly pushed further in, inch by inch. Every bit of her was tight and warm and wrapping around him in a way he didn't even know was possible. His hands trembled slightly as he held himself above her, trying to stay steady, trying not to lose it too fast.

Evie's nails dug into his shoulders. Her jaw clenched from the pressure–there was pain, but it wasn't unbearable. Just unfamiliar. Her body was stretching for the first time, adjusting to the size of him. She shut her eyes tightly, breathing out hard through her nose.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered, voice low, laced with concern and restraint.

She shook her head, but her eyes stayed closed. "It's okay. Just… don't move yet."

Taehyung nodded. He leaned his forehead against hers again, letting out a shaky breath as he stayed still inside her. His entire body was tense, fighting every instinct that told him to thrust. She was squeezing him so tight he had to grit his teeth.

Her hands slid up to cup his jaw. Her touch was soft. "You can move now," she whispered after a moment, her voice still shaky but full of trust.

He nodded again, pressed a kiss to her lips–slow and deep and then began to move. Just a small thrust, careful, then another. He watched her closely, every reaction, every breath. Her legs wrapped a little tighter around his waist as her body got used to him.

Each slow movement brought new gasps, a mixture of discomfort melting into something else. Her breathing shifted–less tense now, more desperate.

"Evie," he murmured against her skin, like her name grounded him. His pace stayed slow, but the heat between them was growing fast. Every inch he pulled out and pushed back in felt like fire rushing through him.

She arched into him without meaning to, her hips moving with his, trying to match his rhythm. Her head tilted back against the pillow as a soft sound escaped her throat–something between a moan and a whimper. The sting was giving way to pressure, and that pressure was turning into need.

His hand slipped between them again, fingers finding her sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles. Her back arched instantly, a sharp gasp leaving her lips.

"Tae~" she gasped, her body trembling under him now. Her eyes fluttered open, locking with his.

"I've got you," he said softly, and kissed her again, full of want.

She clung to him, pulling him closer, her chest pressed against his as their bodies moved together. The friction, the heat, the tight grip of her around him–it was everything he'd never imagined but always wanted.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on.

Evie was gripping his back, her nails sinking in, trying to ground herself as the pleasure began to overtake the sting. Their bodies moved together now, slow but needy, every movement making her gasp, making him groan under his breath. The sensation was new, overwhelming for both of them.

Taehyung clenched his jaw, his arms locked around her waist as he tried to stay in control. She was too tight, too warm, and the way she kept moving with him, pressing herself closer–it was pushing him too fast.

He could feel the pressure building up quick, too quick.

"Evie," he whispered, struggling to hold back. "I'm trying to, but I can't hold it anymore."

She kissed him, her lips desperate, breathless. "Don't stop," she said between gasps. "Just… don't stop."

He nodded, his hips rolling into her again. He reached down, slipping his hand between them to rub her clit, wanting her to feel as much as he did. He didn't want to finish before her–not tonight, not their first time.

Her body jolted with the touch, and she cried out softly, her legs tightening around him. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as he kept working her with his fingers while thrusting into her slower, deeper.

She come.

Her back arched, her mouth fell open as the climax hit her hard. Her whole body shook under him, and the tightness around him clenched so hard it made Taehyung curse under his breath.

"Evie—I can't" he gasped, pulling out fast, his chest heaving.

He gripped himself, stroked a few times, and came hard on her stomach, groaning as the tension finally snapped. His body trembled as he leaned forward, resting his head beside her neck, panting.

Silence filled the room for a moment, just the sound of their heavy breathing.

Then his eyes drifted down between her legs. His breath caught when he saw the streak of blood mixed with slick. Something strange feeling drown into him, more like in good way.

He'd taken her virginity. She'd given it to him. And he'd given her his.

He looked up at her face–flushed, eyes still half-closed, lips parted as she caught her breath. She looked beautiful like that, raw and real.

Without saying anything, he lay beside her, pulled her into his arms gently. His hand found her face, brushing her hair back. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"You okay?" he asked, voice softer now, almost nervous.

She nodded, eyes finally meeting his. "Yeah," she whispered. "You?"

He smiled slightly, still catching his breath. "Yeah… Just didn't expect it to feel like that. You're… everything, Evie."

Her lips curled into a small smile.

He ran his fingers along her arm. "I'll clean you up in a second. But just… stay like this for a bit."

She didn't move, just snuggled closer, letting the moment sink in.

They'd just crossed a line they couldn't ever come back from. But neither of them looked like they regretted a single second of it.

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A/N: This was a too much cringe, I sincerely apologize. I tried my best 😭

—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾          𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ