"Why did I let him do that?" 

Des stared into the distance, eyebrows knit together, lost in her own thoughts. 

She stood behind the open bar at the 'Wave Crave'. It was only 4 o'clock. The summer was over now. Things were quiet. The gangs of teenagers and flocks of families that normally littered the beachfront were now replaced by a light scatter of tourists. 

Another slow day where she would rather be off doing anything else but be stuck at beach bar. 

"Des.....Desiree!" a boy in a white and blue shirt emblazoned by a cluster of waves on the breast that matched her own, leaned on the bar sticking his face in front of her.

 "What's your problem, Connor?" she asked him annoyed.

"Well...." he spoke, slipping a hand between their bodies to take hold of the glass Des cupped in one hand, in the other hand was a tea towel.  

Des quirked a questioning eyebrow to him, wondering what had warranted this unwelcomed invasion of her personal space?

"....Something on your  mind Des? You've been polishing the same pint glass for the last thirty minutes..." he asked.

"No." she replied, pulling the glass from between them and stepping away to fidget with the others that were already dried off. She began hurriedly stacking them on a shelf above the cold presses, turning her back to avoid her curious companion.

"Well it sure looks like you did. You haven't been yourself lately.." the young man, pried.

Des scoffed.

"Oh, really? And as if you would know what that is? You don't know a thing about me, Connor." she turned back to him, hands on her hips now.

"Besides, I'm the boss around here...I get to ask the questions. You, get back to work!"

Conner sighed throwing her a reproachful glance before sauntering off down the deck and proceeding to clear away the mess on the tables left behind by the bar's lunch time patrons.

Des excused herself from the front of the house. She threw a hand signal to the other Manager to let her know she would be back in 'five'.  

Slinking through the kitchen, she stole a portion of fries from the stainless steel counters and wriggled her way out un-noticed, through the back door.

She came out onto a bank of sand not too far from the kitchen's exit and sat down, throwing her browned legs over the edge, dangling them in the breeze as she popped one french-fry after after another into her mouth.

Three weeks.

It had been three whole weeks since she last saw Taehyung.

Desiree felt stupid. 

Used.

She let him defile her behind a rock on a deserted beach and then he never called her again. Nor did he text her.

It wasn't because she was playing games either. She didn't sit there and wait for him to call first or text first. She only waited a few days and then she called him and texted him but he never picked up her calls or replied to her texts.

She began to feel pathetic after the fourth text went unanswered and so she left him alone after that.

Des groaned to herself in embarrassment. 

She wondered if she had done something wrong or responded the wrong way to him? No one had ever done those things that he did to her behind that rock and she wondered if he dumped her because she was too inexperienced and useless.

Her head was so foggy and her legs shaking and weak after he was finished. She could hardly comprehend what had just happened, let alone come up with the wit to ask him if she should return the favour. 

'Maybe that's what Nathalie would have done?' 

Desiree groaned to herself again, her little heart in agony over the situation. 

She ran these thoughts through her head over and over again and she just couldn't seem to get them out.

Taehyung stayed constant on her mind. He was all she thought about day and night.

Yes, he had a girlfriend but he couldn't possibly love her if he'd done and said the things that he did to her?

She rose from her place, dusting the back of her shorts of the sand that collected there and threw the empty wrapper into the bin. 

Heading back to the bar, she stopped dead in her tracks by the ping of her phone.

Pulling it from her pocket she stood rooted to the spot, staring at the device in her hand. Her heart raced immediately at the message that lit up the screen.  

Tae 🏄💕

                                                                                        'Hi'

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"Woah, nice place!"

"It's not mine. It belongs to my buddy, Hoseok. We were in AP Math together in high school. He's a stock broker in New York now so he asks me to look after this place for him when he's not in town. It's kind of like a holiday house, if you will....um, so I rent it out sometimes or use it for myself if I need a, you know... 'break'. " Taehyung explained, lifting a bushy, dark brow suggestively in her direction.

She snorted, noticing the stark difference in colour in comparison to his light, blonde hair. 

Des left her bag down on the ground at the entryway to the sea-side cottage a few miles west of the Cove that Taehyung had brought her to only two days after receiving his text.

He hadn't even apologised for the long time that had passed without contacting her. He just carried on conversation as if they were old pals catching up and Desiree, desperate to show him how mature she could be and not make a big deal out of things, went along with it calmly.

After all, he was not her boyfriend. 

She felt she could not make demands on him nor should she have any expectations from him.

Desiree bit down on her lip shyly and he took her hand leading her through the house to the living room. 

Before they crossed the threshold, he covered her eyes.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered closely in her ear, causing her body to suddenly prickle with heat and every last hair at the back of her neck to stand up. 

She breathed out shakily, laughing not too sure what to expect, "...Okay."

"Taa daa!" Taehyung sounded, letting go of the shield he created over her face. She blinked, vision mildly impaired as her sight adjusted to the light of the room.

She looked around in amazement at the countless bowls of 'Lucky Charms' cereal that were dispersed around the room.  Hapharzardly placed everywhere! on shelves, chairs, the coffee table, on the floor, balancing on a lamp, next to a flower pot, there were even bowls propped up on the cushions of every seat in the room...except a two seater couch. 

They were all filled to the brim, their contents spilling out around the base of the bowls. It was Lucky Charms heaven!

"Only this crazy guy would ever do something like this." Des thought to herself, feeling extremely amused. 

Des covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes shining up at him.

"Are you being serious right now?" she asked, laughing as he looked back at her, grinning his captivating and child-like boxy smile.

"No. I don't get what's so funny, Des? I thought you said, Lucky Charms was your favourite?"

"Uh yeah...." Des trailed off before he nudged her over to the sofa.

She realised that Taehyung was never one for pretences.

"So I robbed an entire factory for you and brought it here. Are you pleased, oh fair maiden?"

Desiree chortled at how cheesy and over the top he was being.

He moved his body down on top of hers and popped a rainbow marshmallow into her mouth as she sank into the cushions.

Desiree giggled, opening her mouth for another marshmallow that he dangled over her lips but instead he replaced it quickly with his own, kissing her deeply. Taehyung slipped his tongue into her mouth, taking the marshmallow from her and swallowing it.

"Hey that was mine!" she teased and he licked her nose quickly, causing her to giggle even more.

"You're so cute! Did I make you happy?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Des responded softly. A pang of hurt hit her for a brief moment. She knew she shouldn't forgive him so easily. But then, what had he actually done wrong?

Nothing.

"I'm sorry for uh....." he paused, taking a moment to look directly into her eyes, "For um....for not calling you or  getting back to your messages sooner, I...." Taehyung began to explain as if reading her thoughts.

"No, no, no! It's fine!" Des swallowed, the weight of his body on hers, making her nervous, "You don't have to..." she looked down, unable to hide the crop of sadness that blossomed inside of her as his words brought the memory and feelings of rejection from the past few days freshly to the forefront of her mind.

"You don't owe me...."

"No, I do..." he covered her lips with his again. Kissing her hard.

Des clutched at his shirt, returning the kiss. His lips igniting a passion within her that she didn't know from whence came the source.

 Taehyung moaned deeply as she moved her hips, grinding herself against the bulge of his pants.

"A little frisky, tonight are we? I should feed you Lucky Charms more often!"

Des smiled eyeing him carefully, scanning every detail of his face.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing.." she squeaked, feeling caught even though she had been sandwiched between himself and the sofa for the last hour.

".... I like kissing you," Taehyung smiled.

"I like kissing you too," Desiree could feel her heart swell with emotion. Her feelings for Taehyung were growing and fast.

He suddenly buried his face in her neck. His voice coming out muffled as he spoke into it.

"God, I can't wait to fuck you..." he whined quietly while pressing his hardness onto her. Rubbing against her core in small circles making Desiree whimper helplessly with want beneath him.

Mustering every last ounce of self control, she choked out, "You wish!" Desiree gasped, gaining a hold of herself and grabbing onto his shoulders before pushing him away. 

Taehyung looked down at her, tickled by her attempt at resisting him.

"Why?" He questioned.

"..... you know why!" She stung at him.

Unfazed, he smirked slyly, licking his lips. Desiree's eyes travelled unwilling to his mouth-  pink and glistening. 

Taehyung didn't miss the yearning in her gaze and swiftly swept back in for another smouldering kiss. 

She surrendered, kissing him back fervently. Her hunger for him making her blind to reason until she felt the coldness of his fingertips on her belly as his hands found their way under her shirt.

Her eyes flew open in alarm and she caught his sprightly fingers at the waistband of her shorts holding onto them firmly but still, not quite tightly enough to stop them from slipping past the threshold of elastic and finding their way to her centre.

He petted the mons of her tenderness and Des let out small whimpers of false protest as his digits crept lower and lower at a slow pace.

"Tell me if you want me to stop...." he sang out against her lips before kissing her again lightly and massaging his fingers over her panties.

She gulped, panic striking her, not knowing how far giving him permission to touch her would allow things to go.

Her mind buzzed with confusion her body was almost convulsing with need as his dark eyes pierced into hers.

A light smirk played again on Taehyung's sweet lips when Des stayed quiet, not saying a word in disagreement with his actions.

Her eyes lingered on his and he could see how much she wanted him.

Taehyung slipped his hand  quickly underneath the lace covering. Venturing only a few millimetres further, his middle finger came into contact with her clit. Already hot and pulsing beneath his touch. 

Taehyung chuckled, feeling pleased at her sudden and sharp intake of breath. 

Of course Desiree had been touched before but it never lead to anything.

She never allowed it to.

Until she met

 him..

Taehyung covered her mouth again with his, allowing his tongue to slip past the borders of her supple, lips. He enjoyed the softness of them and the sweetness of her cherry lip balm as their tongues swirled together passionately. 

He kissed her slowly and tentatively as his fingers worked gently against her heat.

He knew that she was young and inexperienced. There was a shyness and innocence about her that drove him crazy.

He knew he would need to be gentle and take things slow with her.

Taehyung smiled into the kiss as his hand stayed in position warming her up until she was ready for him. 

Taehyung's other hand crept underneath her shirt. Closing his thumb and index around her nipples and she moaned into his mouth loudly when his thumb grazed slowly back and forth over the hardened nub.

Desiree grunted moving her hips against his hand in frustration, her brow furrowed in determination to meet her destination.

"You like that don't you, babygirl?" Taehyung chided.

He hovered over her biting down on his lip.

She was speechless her body writhing as he continued to pleasure her with his torturous touch. 

"Look at you! A beautiful mess just because of what I'm doing to you with my hands...." he chuckled, lowly.

He dipped his head back into the crook of her neck. One hand toying with her nipples and massaging her breasts while the other sunk a nimble finger inside her. He met some resistance before pressing further into her depths.

She cried out in pain.

It hurt.

A lot.

Taehyung shushed her quiet with sweet nothings whispered in her ear.

"That's it, you're so good babygirl. Just relax.." he soothed.

She bit back her cries, panting heavily against him.

Taehyung was surprised that to find that she was indeed a virgin. He half heartedly believed her when she told him so before at the beach. 

She was just so attractive, he'd found it hard to really think that she was telling the truth. Even though she was still relatively young, Desiree had flowered beautifully and perfectly in Taehyung's eyes. He relished in the supple curves of her body. She was an active and fit girl but she still showed plumpness and an extra bit of flesh in all the right places. Her juicy breasts and generous hips drove him wild. Her stomach was flat and toned but still soft and feminine.

"You're so perfect...." he breathed, while nipping and sucking at her breasts and enjoying the savory taste of her sweat that freshly formed a dew on her skin brought on by his actions. It mixed with her honey, vanilla scent and his mind swirled with lust for her. 

His tender words caused her eyes to flutter and she took in shallow breaths.

Her mind teetering dangerously between the assimilation of pain and pleasure.

"I - I've never ....." she choked before another cry of pleasure left her lips when he crooked his finger, angling it at a certain spot.

"Sshh I know, I know," he smiled against her skin. His breath tickling her neck.

The pressure building inside her was so overwhelming that she began snatching desperately to remove the hand that Taehyung kept lodged down her pants.

Desiree cried out, surprised by the on set of her own orgasm.

"Tae, I can't! This feels too strong I...." loud wails of pleasure continued to erupt from her throat as Taehyung teased at her insides and used his other hand to circle her clit, pumping his other fingers in and out.

He continued working steadily, bringing her body to its peak until she screamed and shook beneath him.

"That's it baby girl..." he trailed off, kissing her lazily on the lips as she calmed down.

Desiree blinked rapidly as the white noise in her head subsided.

"That....that was..." she began breathlessly, "A-amazing!"

She had never felt that way before even when she tried touching herself in the past.

Taehyung grinned triumphantly.

"You see? That was only my fingers and I know you like my tongue too babygirl," he winked,  "Now imagine just how good my dick would feel inside you?" 

Taehyung laughed heartily at her shocked expression and Desiree shrunk into the couch feeling unsure and a little inadequate to hear him talk of her inexperience like that.

If he could do what he did just now and back at the beach, then surely he had a lot of experience and well, she didn't know how to do anything!

Desiree couldn't help it as her eyes wandered down to the obvious bulge that strained at his pants.

Taehyung caught her eye and smirked mischievously.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be okay. I just wanted to make you feel good....this was just a little appetiser."

She rolled her eyes, letting out a tiny snort of laughter. "Okay," Desiree replied in a small voice. She had to admit: she was intrigued and excited by him and what else he could do to her body? He'd given her a small taste of pleasure and now she wanted more.

Remembering how things panned out the last time he made her feel good like this, she felt a sudden stroke of panic, wondering if she should offer him some kind of pleasure in return. 

What if he never called again after this?

"I mean, a-are you sure? I could..." she moved her hand slowly to his zipper but he moved it away.

"Its ok princess," He pecked her lightly on the mouth getting up, "I'm sure."

"Just give me a sec, will you?" Taehyung retreated into the bedroom and after a while she could hear water running and he emerged again after fifteen minutes. 

"You should get going." he told her, "What time do you have to be home by, anyway?"

"Umm... 11." Des replied feeling like a child.

"Oh," Taehyung threw a devilishly handsome smile over his shoulder, walking away towards the hall, "Let me just grab my keys, I'll take you home."

"Right! ... Yea, okay," Des lowered her eyes to her hands while she waited on the couch.

It was a while before she noticed that Taehyung had come back out in a new T-shirt and pants.

"You changed?" she enquired.

"Yeah, I just felt like it," he shrugged moving toward the door.

"You ready?" He asked and she got up to follow him out.

"Let's go."

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