Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it’s like to pleasure a man.
Genre: Smut, just pure filth
Word Count: 5k
Author’s Note: You can think of this as a parallel universe to the Stealing The Bite au but YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE READ THAT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONESHOT AS IT’S MEAN AS A STAND-ALONE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE PLOT OF STB. So new readers are welcome.
“___, you can’t be really asking that of me.” Taehyung looks at you apprehensively, as if knowing that a single wrong word could set you off, and he wasn’t wrong about that. But you also see that there was something dark swirling in the depth of his brown eyes that wasn’t there before you had made your bold request.
“Why?” You say, tone charged and daring him to say what you prayed he wouldn’t. This was Taehyung you were talking to. He wasn’t just another one of the mindless sheep. He could think for himself and he wouldn’t regurgitate those baseless superstitions about your kind. He was your closest friend, that alone can testify to how different he is.
You knew that what you were asking of him was no small thing but it’s not like you were telling him to bed you. All you wanted was to touch him, to know what it felt like to bring pleasure to a man for once in your life. Taehyung was your only hope of satisfying the curiosity that progressively ate away at you through your nearly two decades of life. Were you not also a woman? Did you not deserve to know the company of a man like any other, even on such a small scale as this?
Taehyung should at least allow you that much, being himself the primary cause of your affliction. Not that you’d tell him that.
“Because you’re my sweet princess.” You snort at the ridiculous term of endearment he uses for you. You were no princess. If you were, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation. If you were a princess, you would be able to shout out to the world, to Taehyung, how you truly felt about him. But you’re just a foul witch.
“All I want to do is protect you. I would lose it if someone even thought those dirty things about you. How can you ask me to be that person? It’s completely unthinkable.” He says earnestly but still smiles at you, hoping you’d smile back and forget all about this madness. But you don’t smile. How can you when he’s basically told you that he’s never thought about you the way a man would think about a woman. Did he even think of you as a woman or was the fact that you’re a witch stopping him from viewing you as one?
“That’s complete rubbish, Taehyung, and you know it. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you won’t let me touch you?” You challenge, calling him by his full name, instead of Tae or Taetae like you’d normally use, daring him to say the worst. Daring him to say that it’s because of what you are and that he’d sully himself if he let your dirty hands touch his pristine skin.
“That is the real reason!” He says defensively. Too defensively.
“Do you not find me arousing?” You ask.
“Has my body never stirred something within you?”
“Princess…” He protests, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
How can someone say ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ and not think about Tom Hiddleston?
I mean, he’s charming, enticing and of course sexy.He’s got it all, the looks, he’s so smart, great actor, can even sing, gentleman, sexy brit accent, great impressions, perfect body, loves to dance, a sexy voice that could melt your heart (and do even more..)
He even made maths and physics sound sexy (type 'Tom Hiddleston makes maths sexy’ on youtube and you’ll see it yourselves)