Scenario: How could you have ever imagines living with a saxophonist when you preferred peace and quiet?

Rated: Smut

P: Taehyung x Reader

Request: "Saxophone Player can Play Other Things As Well."

Requested by: GravitysMistress

• • •

Y'all two couldn't be more different.

He was the nerdy music major guy, crazy, enthusiastic, and loud during the night, but for all the wrong reasons.

You?

The silent, antisocial (your dream major), loving peace and quiet more than parties and crazy college get togethers type of girl.

How had you even ended up with him as a roommate?

You thought that when you had put out that ad in the student school campus page, that you'd get a female or at least someone quiet or who hardly spent time at home.

But out of desperate need you took the first applicant in, not bothering to even check their major or interests which you had listed for them to fill out on the application.

It was too late now, almost six months into living together and honestly, besides the whole noise, he always paid his bills on time and sometimes, gave you a lit extra for the inconveniences.

There you sat in the living room, going through some papers you had to finish for finals week, the clock on your phone showing 12:59 A.M.

Just as you were about to set your coffee down, it began, like clockwork, the sound of a saxophone emanating from his room, the sound low yet loud.

You rolled your eyes, continuing your attempt to focus back on the papers, but failing miserably every time he missed a note.

He'd been practicing the same tune for almost a month, always messing up halfway towards the ending, but continuing on as if nothing had happened before repeating it a second, third, or even hundredth time in an attempt to get the notes right.

You never really paid much attention to him, having minimal to no conversations, keeping to yalls selves, and avoiding each other at all cost. Until that day.

He came out, saxophone in one hand, book in the other.

He was wearing basketball shorts, his black undershirt leaving your jaw almost on the ground.

His arms were well defined, his body lean yet still fluffy.

Just your type.

He still had his nerdy thick framed glasses on, ones you suspected weren't prescribed, but you never had the guts to say anything about it.

He placed his book down on the dining table momentarily, grabbing an apple off the food tray before sticking it in his mouth and biting down.

Once he knew it was secure he picked up his book and turned around, making his way to his room without once looking up at you.

Strange.

You didn't say anything however, the noise of his room coming back up only seconds after he closed the door to his room, every two minutes subsiding before continuing on where ever it left off.

He was probably eating while playing.

It was something you had never seen him do.

Eat.

That and play any instruments.

Sometimes you doubted he even knew how to, thinking that maybe he was faking it just to be in the same apartment as you.

But he seemed genuinely concentrated, and on occasions, when you came back early from school, you'd peep from the crack of his door and see him playing around with the keys on the saxophone.

Lost in thought, you realized something, something very alarming.

You sprung up immediately, running towards his room as the music began again and slamming his door open.

“You haven't eaten in two days have you-”

You froze.

There he was, shirtless, legs crossed on his bed, his lips on the headpiece of the saxophone, while his fingers rested on the keys.

His hair was pulled back with a headband, his body glistening with sweat as he scurried around to get a shirt to cover up, but not before you had a good look at his shoulders, his chest, and his manly and super sexy upper body.

“Ah! Yeah, sorry, haven't had time to,” he answered back, moving his hands around to find his thick framed glasses.

However, you had other plans.

Taking the glasses from in front of him, you placed them in your shirt, tucked between you boobs and your shirt.

“Well then, let's eat,” you offered.

He swallowed hard, getting up to follow you into the small apartment kitchen.

You made him wait in the dining room, preparing a quick meal that both of you probably needed desperately.

“Here,” you said, placing the plate of food in front of him.

He smiled shyly at you, picking up his fork to eat the food you'd made him, silently taking in the food and drinking water.

It was very awkward to say the least, but sitting there with him, for the first time in forever, you felt a little less… Lonely.

Once he finished, he went into the kitchen and washed his plate and cup before thanking you and going towards his room.

“Hey,” you yelled, getting his attention just as he was about to go back in.

“You forgot your glasses,” you mumbled, receiving a cute side smile before he walked over to you.

Slowly, he moved his hand up and took them from your cleavage where they were residing.

“Thanks Y/N… For everything…”

“If… If it's not too much to ask… Could we eat like this more offer? I know we both get so busy we forget to eat properly and we wouldn't want one of us to end up sick. In a way... Let's keep each other alive. We can take turns getting each other food,” you offered.

He patted your head, surprising you, but at the same time, soothing you.

“I'm not a very good cook. I hope take out is good?” he admitted, his embarrassment shown easily as he scratched his chin.

“Take out sound fantastic,” you exclaimed reassuring him that it was OK.

And that's how it began.

Two months went by like that, both of you guys soon becoming closer.

You soon found out about his secret love for dogs, his adoration of children, and his dream of raising kids of his own. You also learned of his secret worry, his distress of whether his musical dream was worth pursuing,  and if would be able to sustain a family.

You learned his favorite color, fashion style, and why he had looked to move in with a roommate.

But the biggest thing you'd found out was the reasoning behind his fake nerd glasses.

He'd always been sought after because of his looks, but never really because of his talent.

He wanted to change that.

And you totally understood his concern over his looks.

During those two months you'd caught him shirtless various times, along with sometimes, coincidentally seeing him as he got out the shower, towel around his waist, hair wet and stuck to his face as he waddled to his room to get the pair of boxers he had forgotten.

It began to drive you crazy, to the point that every time he'd bump into you accidentally, you'd linger at his side until he moved away on his own.

This began with shoulders touching, to his elbow on your boob or his side against your butt.

Why?

Your own instincts had long taken over, craving the young man when ever he smiled or winked at you, craving his strong arms, the same ones that had caught you when nearly falling off the kitchen counter when attempting to get a bowl from the top cupboard. Craving his breath against your skin, like the time he caught a falling vase from the shelf in the living room, his body so close to yours that you could almost feel the thing you wanted most.

I mean, if he was that good at using his mouth to play the saxophone, wouldn't saxophone players be able to play other things too?

You placed your hands down your pants, your fingers taking over as you imagined him on top of you, the simple thought of him kissing your neck while leaving love bites all over it almost drove you insane, your door cracked slightly to let the moans coming from your mouth escape into the rest of the apartment.

I mean, he wasn't home, and he had said he'd be back late, so why not take that time to… You know… Let out frustration.

Your fingered began by trailing your entrance, your eyes closed imagining all the dirty things you'd say if it was his hand instead of yours.

“Fuck, Tae, fuck you're so good,” you moaned out.

I mean, could he blame you?

Sometimes you'd catch his haze lingering on your body, a little too long, studying it, almost as if he was having the same thoughts you had.

You pulled down the bottoms you were wearing, followed by your underwear, your index finger slowly creeping its way towards your clit.

“Fuck me Tae, oh please fuck me,” you moaned out.

Just as you were going to insert your fingers, a different set of fingers went inside, cold and long, far thicker than your own.

You nearly screamed, looking up to see what intruder had made its way into your room.

There he was, hair pulled back, eyes focused and hooded.

Kim Taehyung.

You were about to try and explain yourself when he moved forward, his fingers sliding in and out so good that you couldn't hold back, but begin to buck your hips, attempting to thrust against his hand for more friction.

Your head was thrown back out of pleasure, your hands gripping your bed sheets in a desperate attempt to hold back the built up orgasm you had going on.

“Fuck, that's so good Tae~” you let out.

Looking down, you saw him smirk, his eyes looking up at you almost teasingly.

He leaned forward, his lips soon replacing the thumb he was using to stimulate your clit, your head thrown back as you felt him work at your dripping entrance.

It was like magic, his tongue and lips almost too good to handle, your voice betraying you as you began moaning, your eyes closed shut, desperately awaiting that sweet sensation you got when you came.

To your annoyance, however, he stopped his fingers dead in their tracks, pulling them out to put in his mouth.

“Hmm, someone sure is tasty,” he teased moving up your bed on top of you, his lips kissing along your body until they were under your chin.

After what seemed like torture, he finally kissed you, his lips just as soft as you imagined, biting and nibbling at your lips, sucking in your tongue in a slow and steady battle for dominance that he had won before he even entered the room.

His hands trailed down to pull up your shirt, soon lifting you off your bed to take the remainder of the garments you had on, off.

He was straddling you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body as his hand shakingly went to your boobs.

He leaned down once more to kiss you, not a single word or comment coming out of his lips, the sensations of his large hands cupping your boobs and playing with your now very sensitive nipples had made you lose all ability to speak, your body shuttering as he began using his other hand to rub in between your legs.

“So cute,” he whispered into your ear when he saw you holding back your orgasm.

You wanted this to last longer, fearing that once you came it would all go away.

“Taehyung,” you finally let out.

It was like a switch, your words stopping the trance he was in.

He looked at you again, blushing profoundly, his hands going to his face as he sat back on your bed, his legs somewhat crossed so he wouldn't fall off the edge.

“I'm sorry, I just… I came back early because we promised to always eat together and I mean… I got worried.. But then I heard you and um… I couldn't really hold back anymore.”

You smiled.

His confidence had diminished, leaving a distant trace of the lust filled actions he had just done.

“Taehyung… It's disrespectful to just leave me hanging like this,” you mumbled back, crawling towards him until your face was above his crotch area.

He swallowed hard, his erection constructed behind the layer of fabric that you wished could have been off long ago so you could see just what had been pushing against your thigh.

“I just, I couldn't hold back Y/N. You sounded so hot as you moaned my name that I- ah~” he moaned, interrupted by your hand which had maneuvered its way into his waistband.

Feeling your cool hand against his warm skin made his erection spring up, his jeans becoming so unbearable that he began to undo them in front of you.

You stared in awe at his well endowed member, slowing bringing his boxers to finally come face to face with the object of your arousal.

He was about to say something, but you cut him off leaning down to take his length in your mouth, that action making him orecum immediately, the taste coating your tongue as you pulled him as deep as you could before moving back up.

You continued this for a couple minutes, edging him on as he places his hands gently on your head his low voice dropping an octave, moaning and groaning at the sensation of your tongue playing with the head of his shaft.

“Y/N, please, I… I want to be inside you,” he choked out.

You picked up your head, looking into his eyes deeply before kissing him.

He took that as an okay, leaning back to look for his wallet and take out a condom.

“Prepared hu?”

“First time I've ever bought these. I don't exactly know how they feel or are supposed to be put on.”

You smiled, taking the small package from his hand, opening it up and placing it on for him.

“YouTube does help a lot,” you giggled.

You moved up, his legs crossed under you as you slowly moved down so that he could enter you, the sensation of him slowly going inside you making you moan.

He groaned as he filled you up completely, your walls closing in on him, squeezing him tightly as he began to move gently.

He let you a adjust to him, before moving slowly, listening to you and your responses to make sure he wasn't hurting you.

Once you had fully adjusted, you pushed down on him a bit faster, your arms around his neck while your lips trailed his jaw line.

“Tae, tae, you feel so good,” you moaned, Taehyung moaning in your ear in response.

His arms grabbed your back, his hips thrusting up to meet your own movement down.

He kissed your neck slowly, each thrust making him more and more, his voice intoxicating as your moans echoes thought the apartment.

“Baby, I'm going to-”

Before he could finish you could feel his member twitching inside you, his body tightening as his muscles contracted with each pump.

He had came, his hips pumping a few times more before he slid out as to not over stimulate himself.

He smiled, seeing him slump over to his side.

“I'm sorry I left you hanging,” he mumbled.

“It's ok babe. It's rare for people to finish at the same time,” you answered.

He smiled, staring at you with a sort of foolish look.

“What?” You asked.

“Babe… I can get use to that,” he smiled.

You blushed, your body relaxing around him.

“Hey babe, since I finished first, why don't you come sit on my face? Saxophone player can play other things as well."

~♡~

◈◈◈◈

PLEASE STREAM JINTRO EPIPHANY!!!

🐨This one was one of the longer ones I've written.

Also: I started a squad, please go check it out if you're interested in more interactive opportunities!!!

Hope you liked this. I'm doing more cliffhangers cuz I thing it suits the imagine. Hope y'all don't mind.

Anyway, next update might take a while so please forgive me.

Mama KoalaBeaw
~♔~