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This chapter contains mature content. If you are uncomfortable reading that type of thing, then please skip this chapter.

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★ But I would walk a thousand miles to see your eyes ★

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- Do you trust me? -

Taehyung's POV

"I don't know what to do, Jungkook." I found myself admitting, cheeks burning with shame, his eyes softening as they met mine. "Hey, neither do I, but we can always try, right?" His words were encouraging, my heart racing quickly within my chest. Could I do it? Could I make him feel good?

"But, please, do something," He begged, throwing his head back on the sheets, letting his fingers run through my hair. I sighed at the feeling, gripping his petite waist, letting my fingers wrap around him. His skin was soft, a hum of satisfaction leaving my lips.

"Touch me," He pleaded, shutting his beautiful doe eyes, arching his back off the bed. I was hesitant, traveling my fingertips downwards, teasing his nipples, stopping at the top of his sweats. "May I take them off, cupcake?" He nodded frantically, desperately whining.

"Take everything off, I don't care, just, please." I chuckled, pulling off his black sweats, gently tossing them to the floor. His boxers were black, matching the sweats, the words Calvin Klein printed on the hem of them. My fingertips ghosted over his bulge, his breath hitching at the touch.

"Oh, fuck," He breathed out, fingers gripping my sheets, legs spreading wide open for me. "Put your hands on me. I want you to touch me, please, Taehyung." He was desperate, a needy and whining mess, a wet patch felt in his boxers. Leaking precum already? Was he that needy for my touch?

Dominance surged through me, controlling my mind and my actions. I found myself smirking, teasingly pulling down his boxers, watching his hard on spring free. He hissed as the cold air hit it, cheeks growing even redder, his shyness beginning to kick in.

My hands were pinning his before he had a chance to consider hiding from me. My hot breath was against his neck, his body squirming underneath mine. "You're absolutely breathtaking, don't even think about hiding from me." He nodded, keeping his hands above his hand, gripping the pillows tightly.

I left a trail of kisses down his stomach, tongue licking over the buds on his chest, loving the way he moaned at the feeling. My own cock was hard, confined by the boxers and sweats I had on, but not any less visible. When I reached his waist, I let my eyes meet his, hands caressing his thighs.

"Stop teasing me, damn it!" He groaned, voice laced to the brim with annoyance. I was left chuckling, my hand gripping his dick, stroking at a decent pace. He moaned, loudly, mouth opening up with his pretty pink lips parted. He was shocked by the sudden action, but nonetheless he was feeling good.

"Oh shit, faster, please," He begged again, gripping the sheets once more, smiling as I picked up my pace. My hand stroked his dick, precum glistening on the head. A desire burned within me, my body performing actions I wasn't giving the go-ahead to.

I was kneeling, face between his thighs, his dick right in front of me. My tongue reached out, licking a strip from the base to the head, circling around the tip. He was moaning louder, legs are thrown over my shoulders. I teasingly licked his tip over and over, tasting the precum that began to leak from him.

And from what I tasted, it wasn't half bad.

"Enjoying this?" I teased, stroking him again, letting my left hand play with my magic. Ice returning to my fingertips, turning them cold. I ran my fingers down his stomach, circling his waist and sliding down his thighs. He was a mess, mumbling incoherent words and whining uncontrollably.

"Don't stop, make me cum, please," He whimpered, back arching as I ran my index finger directly over his left nipple. "I'll do anything! Just please!" I tugged on my bottom lip seductively, my right hand coming to a stop with the stroking. I replaced my hands with my mouth, taking the head of his dick.

He gasped, fingers carding through my hair and gripping the strands. That only increased my want for him, my hands squeezing his thighs as I took more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He cursed over and over, my head moving up and down as I met his gaze. He was breathless, chest heaving up and down, hands twitching.

I was bobbing faster, licking his head, and watching as he slowly fell apart. I removed myself off of him with a pop, meeting his gaze with my own intense one. "I assume you've never been with anyone before?" He shook his head, hiding his face with his hands. "No... I'm inexperienced in every way."

I licked over my bottom lip, teasingly licking his dick again. "Glad to be your first, Cupcake. You're my first." This made him smile, his hands running through my hair, lips pink and cheeks red. Fuck, he truly is breathtaking. "Tell me, have you ever stretched yourself?"

He shook his head, shyly mumbling a no. Excitement grew within me, all my worries tossed out of the window. "Well, I don't know about you, but I hear it's supposed to feel really good," I whispered, letting my lips ghost over his, "especially if you hit all the right spots."

"Stretch me." I snickered, parting his legs open even wider, sticking a finger into my mouth and pulling it out. We didn't exactly have lube up here in the clouds. I teased at his entrance, watching him tense up, legs threatening to close. "You gotta relax. I'll be gentle. I may not know what I'm doing but I'm not going to hurt you."

He giggled at that, fire dancing in his hair, eyes beginning to glow. "I'm just a little scared. I've never been this intimate with anyone before." I flashed a reassuring smile, carefully kissing his thighs and tummy. "I understand completely, Cupcake. Do you trust me?" He nodded.

That's all I needed to push my finger inside of him, holding back a gasp at how tight and hot he was. He groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows, gripping my shoulders. His nails dug into my shoulder blades, making me hiss in slight pain.

"Sorry. It's just really uncomfortable." I shook my head, kissing his forehead. "Scratch all you want, I won't stop you." He smiled, chest heaving up and down as he shut his eyes. I let him calm himself down, my finger lying dormant within him. Please don't fuck this up.

When he was relaxed, I let my finger do the work, sliding in and out at a slow and gentle pace. He was panting, the uncomfortable feeling turning into pleasure. His face, which was contorted in pain was now relaxed, mouth hanging open as quiet moans fled his lips.

My second finger was slowly added, stretching him open, a whine heard. "You're okay, trust me." He nodded, letting me take control, my eyes focused on him. His dick was pressed to his stomach, hard and leaking precum. His cheeks were dark red, pink parted lips, eyes glossy. Fuck, he looked irresistible.

When the third finger was added, he squeezed my shoulders, moaning aloud. I took that as I sign to go faster, shoving my fingers deeper inside of him, watching as he jerked with each thrust. I curled them, seeing his eyes roll back in pleasure, thighs shaking lightly.

"Do that again," He whispered, my ears barely able to pick it up. I smirked, curling my fingers inside of him, watching his thighs shake again as his back arched off the bed. "Fuck! More, please!" I thought that was his sweet spot, judging by the reaction I received, but no.

When my fingers rammed right into a specific spot within him, he jerked violently, moaning louder than before. "Oh, fuck! There! Please! There!" He was getting vocal, my body barely able to contain the groan I wished to release. I shoved my fingers directly into that spot, watching him twitch and squirm.

He was crying out in pleasure, legs spreading wider for me, his hands sliding down his chest and towards his dick. I swat them away, tendrils of darkness pinning his hands to the bed. "Don't." He whined, back-arching, legs shaking.

"I feel weird. It burns," He whimpered, my eyes lighting up with excitement. "Going to cum for me, Cupcake?" He gulped, struggling against my hold on him with my magic, his body coated in a light layer of sweat. "Oh fuck! Don't stop! I'm so close!" He begged, eyes shutting.

I didn't stop, wanting to see him come undone before my eyes. With a few more thrusts of my fingers directly into his prostate, he was tipping over the edge, back arching dramatically. A loud moan fled those pink lips of his, legs shaking violently, cum spilling from his dick.

"Taehyung! Taehyung, fuck, mmm!" He exclaimed, squirming as I thrust my fingers through his release, mouth forming that o shape. When his back fell to the sheets, I removed my fingers, letting my dark magic vanish. He was breathless, dazed, and sweating. "Oh my god," He whispered, a laugh leaving my lips.

"That good?"

"It was fucking amazing..." He let out breathlessly, glancing at me with red cheeks and a sly smile. I smiled too, taking a tissue from the nightstand and wiping my fingers and him clean. He thanked me, pulling me down onto the bed. His bare body pressed to mine, a hiss forming in my throat.

"You're hard," He said seductively, then groan I held back finally coming out. His hand slid into my sweats and boxers, taking my cock into his hand. I bit my lip, staring into his eyes, feeling him stroke me. "You feel big..." He admitted shyly, squeezing the base firmly.

"Wouldn't it be better if I actually took it out of my sweats, Cupcake?" I teased, letting my hand slide over the curve of his ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing. He moaned shamelessly, pushing me down onto the sheets, back pressed to them.

His thighs straddled my own, ass pushed down directly on my cock. I groaned, throwing my head back, feeling him grind against me slowly. "Does this feel good? I don't know what I'm doing..." I laughed breathlessly, nodding my head. "Here, let me help you," I spoke, gripping his waist and moving him with me.

"Oh shit, that feels so good," I groaned, inhaling sharply, my cock pressing against my sweats and boxers, desperately trying to break free of its confinement. Jungkook trailed his hands up my shirt, rubbing over the buds on my chest. Heat was felt all over my chest, a gasp leaving my lips.

"You're not the only one with magic, IcyHot." He snickered, fire dancing in his hair and around his fingers. My shirt was off in seconds, his hands tugging my sweats and boxers down. My hard-on sprung free, hitting my stomach. He gasped, taking my length into his hands.

Yeah, I was definitely bigger than him.

"Mm, how about you lick it, Cupcake?" I teased, propping myself onto my elbows. He smirked, taking almost half of my length into his mouth, a moan releasing from me. He was bobbing up and down, licking all around the base, continuing to take more and more.

He gagged, pulling off and taking a deep breath, then continuing his work. I groaned, gripping his strands of hair and tugging on it, letting my back arch off the bed slightly. No wonder everyone talked about blow jobs in university. They felt amazing, fuck. "That's it, Cupcake. Shit, you're going to make me cum."

He stroked whatever didn't fit into his mouth, moaning around my cock, the vibrations working wonders. I was tipping over the edge before I knew it, fingers gripping the sheets beneath me as I came, hard. Cum shot out from my cock, sliding down Jungkook's throat and some pushed into his lips.

"You taste good," He admitted shyly, grabbing my t-shirt from the ground and pulling it over his head. It covered most of him, at least his privates, which took me by surprise. He handed me my boxers, letting me slip them on as we opened the covers.

"Thank you for helping me," He whispered, kissing my neck and laying his head on my chest. "Anytime, Cupcake. I'll always be here for you." He smiled, wrapping his arms around me, yawning cutely. "Get some sleep, my love, we have a full day of work tomorrow."

He nodded, saying goodnight and closing his eyes. I smiled, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe a month ago I hated him, but now, I love this man. Funny how fast things can change, huh? My mind wandered, my gaze shifting to the stars outside.

Who was the Ozagi person, and just how were they related to Illume?

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and shutting my eyes. I'll worry about it all tomorrow when I wake up for a fresh day of work with my lover and my friends. But I did know one thing.

I'll find out just what Soros is being forced to keep hidden.

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There we have it! A small steamy chapter before the first real smut. I have to remember that this is Taekook and that I still have to show them being a couple rather than letting the whole book revolve around their magic completely.

If this chapter didn't come out good it's because I'm writing this at, like, one a.m. and I'm sleep deprived so how fun!

I purple you 💜

~Pisanthrophobia.