Taehyung’s studio was dimly lit, the scent of sandalwood incense curling into the air. He sat at the soundboard, headphones half on, a fresh track pulsing low through the speakers—a deep, sensual bassline with haunting synths. It was missing something, though.

Something raw. Intimate. Human.

You, YN, lay sprawled across the plush velvet couch, one leg curled under the other, a cup of cold tea forgotten in your hands. You were wearing one of his oversized black shirts, collar wide enough to expose your bare shoulder. He had been sneaking glances at you all night, licking his lips with a hunger he hadn’t even tried to hide.

“I need you, baby,” he said suddenly, swiveling toward you. You blinked, amused. “You’ve had me all day.”

“No, kitten,” he purred, standing and walking over slowly, “I mean I need your sound. For the track.” You tilted your head. “My sound?”

He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped. “Your moans.” A flush crept up your neck. “Taehyung…”

“Don’t play shy now, darling,” he whispered, dragging his fingers under your jaw. “The world doesn’t know it, but your voice is exactly what this song needs.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly. He knew exactly what he was doing—turning you on with just a few words. You could already feel the tension between your thighs. Still, you teased him. “You’re gonna use me for your music?”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “I use you every night, don’t I? Might as well let the world hear how good you sound when you fall apart for me.”

You clenched at his words. God, he knew you too well.

He took your hand and led you toward the padded booth, flipping on the ambient red lights inside. The whole setup was intimate: one stool, a single hanging mic, and just enough space for two. “Sit,” he ordered softly.

You obeyed, thighs pressing together as he adjusted the mic just above your lips. His eyes met yours in the reflection of the glass. “You trust me?”

“Always,” you whispered.

A slow, dark smile curved on his lips. “Good. Because I want real moans, baby. I’m not using fake audio clips or studio sounds. I want you. Raw, desperate, breathless. Just for me.”

He stepped inside with you, closing the door behind. His fingers trailed up your thighs, spreading them apart as he knelt in front of you. The music started in the background—slow, haunting, rhythmic.

“I’m gonna make you sing, kitten,” he growled. “And you better not hold back.”

His lips found the inside of your thigh, and a sharp gasp escaped you.

🎵 REC light blinked on.

The first moan was soft—just a whisper of sound—but Taehyung smirked as if you’d already given him gold.

“That’s it,” he murmured, fingers gliding under the shirt to find you bare underneath. “No panties, huh? Naughty little thing.”

You whimpered, head falling back. “I knew you’d want this.”

“Oh, you knew?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your core. “Then moan for me like you planned this, baby.”

His tongue was slow, teasing at first, licking softly just to work you up. You gasped, your fingers tangled in his hair, the mic catching every breath, every tremble in your voice.

“Mmh—Taehyung…”

“That’s it, kitten,” he growled between licks, “say my name. Let them hear who’s making you feel this good.”

Your moans spilled freely now, breathy and high-pitched as his tongue circled your clit, relentless, hungry. He slid two fingers inside you and curled them, and that did it—you cried out, loud and needy.

“Fuck—Tae—”

He groaned against you, voice vibrating. “God, I could live between your thighs.”

The music pulsed louder now, and your moans timed perfectly with the beat—your voice rising and falling like an instrument. He kept going, faster, deeper, until your legs shook and your moans became whimpers, desperate and beautiful.

He stood abruptly, licking his fingers clean.

“That’s the sound I needed,” he said, breath ragged. “But I’m not done, darling.”

He tugged his shirt off, and you watched hungrily as he shed his sweatpants, revealing just how much he wanted you. He didn’t need to say a word—you opened your legs wider for him, inviting him in.

Taehyung stepped between your thighs, the tip of him teasing at your entrance. “Mic’s still on,” he whispered. “Let them hear what you sound like when I fuck you full.”

You moaned just at the idea.

Then he pushed in slowly, and your moan turned guttural, high and breathless.

“Oh—God, Tae…”

“Louder, baby. I wanna sample that.”

He thrust into you deep, rough, hands gripping your hips as he set a rhythm. Your moans filled the booth, echoing between the red walls. You clung to his shoulders, your body rocking with every sharp, hard thrust.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” he groaned against your neck. “So tight around me. You were made for this, kitten.”

You gasped as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back.

“That’s it—right there—fuck, yes—!”

“Good girl. Moan for me. Let them hear how you break for me.”

Your moans became a melody—raw, sultry, intense. He sped up, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to kiss you, deep and dirty, tongue tangling with yours as you panted into his mouth.

“Gonna cum,” you whispered, shuddering. “Tae—please—”

“Then cum for me, baby. Give me that sound.”

You cried out as you shattered around him, body convulsing, the mic catching every broken sob and breathless scream.

“Fucking perfect,” he hissed, thrusting harder until he spilled into you with a deep, satisfied groan of your name.

You both stayed there, tangled and breathless, the red light blinking softly.

🎵 REC STOPPED

Taehyung rested his forehead against yours, lips brushing gently.

“That,” he said with a grin, “is going on the final mix.”

You laughed, flushed and dizzy. “My moans are going to be in your music video?”

He kissed your cheek. “Not just in the video. They’ll be part of the sound people feel. They won’t even know what’s making them react so hard.”

You smirked. “You’re shameless.”

He cupped your face gently. “I’m yours. And I want the whole world to feel what I feel when you moan for me, kitten.”

You nuzzled into him, already imagining fans reacting to the track—never knowing it was you.

Taehyung’s voice broke the silence again. “Wanna record a second take, baby?”

You giggled. “Greedy.”

“Always. Especially when it comes to you.”

And with that, he hit record again.

TO BE CONTINUED……….