Genres : Pussy eating, multiple orgasm, multle rounds, Intense talking during sex , slightly teasing torture.
Rate : Mature / explicit
You don't clearly remember...all you did was to to forget taking cloth in washroom while showering and you came back in towel.
And within a second You were carried to bed by Taehyung. And pushed you on bed attacking your lips directly.
His hands moved with quiet certainty, slipping the towel from your body without breaking the kiss. The fabric fell away unnoticed, forgotten on the floor as he focused entirely on you.*
Skin met skin now, warm and bare between you two. His lips trailed from your mouth down to your jaw, then along your neck… leaving kisses everywhere he could.
His dark eyes swept over you, taking in every inch of your bare body, the curve of your shoulders, the softness of your skin, the way you looked under him. A low sound escaped his throat something between a groan and a sigh as pure awe mixed with burning desire.
"God…" he breathed out shakily,
"You're so damn beautiful."
His hand made it's way to your chest...cupping the breast and your breath fasten.
The moment he felt your breath hitch heard the sharp little gasp you made his lips curled into a small, smug smirk against your skin.
He knew exactly what that did to you.
And damn… it affected him too. His pulse jumped as he watched your reactions the flush on your cheeks, the way your chest rose faster under his palm.
"You're so sensitive," he murmured darkly before leaning in to press a kiss just above where his hand rested…
Then… finally… he lowered his mouth and place wet kisses over your nipple
He wanted you trembling. Wanted you aching for more.
The next moment his lips closed around your nipple, A harder suction, a sharp gasp escaped you. Kim Taehyung felt the vibration of it against his mouth
and damn, that sent a thrill straight through him.
He did it again. His tongue flicked over it teasingly after releasing… then he sucked once more, more firmer now.
All while watching your face the way your eyes fluttered shut or how you bit your lip to stifle sounds for him.
He groaned when your body arched slightly into his touch, chasing the sensation without even realizing it.
He switched to the other side then, giving that nipple equal attention: Multiple licks first… then harder suction
that make your arch you body again and again.
Then after a while of paying attention there.
Without a word, he closed the distance again… capturing your lips in deep kiss while rolling partially on top of you.
His hands traveling down your stomach while kissing you hungerly.
His breath hitched the moment his fingers grazed over your wetness proof of how much you wanted him. A low, rough sound escaped him as he broke the kiss for just a second to stare at you… eyes dark with hunger.
His finger made circle on your clit. Gently at first then roughly as you moaned trembling at the pleasure. Then he move complete down at your pussy
His tongue finally joined the pleasure slow and teasing licks that started light and then got bolder. Each one sent a jolt through you, making your back arch slightly off the bed. He noticed… of course he did.
A small smirk curled on his lips before he repeated it longer this time, more pressure with his tongue in just the right spot.
His rhythm became so much confident each lick, each rubbing perfectly timed. You moaning didn't stop for a second.
One hand slid up your stomach while the other gently pressed down on your hip keeping you right where he wanted as he worked.
He was getting faster and faster now.
He increased the pressure with his tongue, circling that perfect spot over and over… then added a soft bite that made you jolt.
His free hand slipped under your thigh now… lifting it slightly as he deepened his focus on you completely.
He could feel the tension coiling in your body how close you were getting. And he doubled his efforts.
His tongue moved faster among with move fast clit rubbing. Each stroke aimed right where it would unravel you completely.
And when a particularly sharp gasp escaped your lips? He smirked against your skin… and didn’t let up for a second.
"Tae- gonna- i choked out..." You whimpered...your body arching violently.
He heard the broken way you said his name the stutter, the breathless choke He knew exactly where this was going.
He curled his tongue just right once, twice with perfect faster speed
His hands tightened slightly on your hips… holding you in place so there was no escape from the wave crashing over you.
He felt the exact moment you shattered
your body tensing, your breath catching in a silent gasp...the heavy trembling waves. He drink it all...all that you cummed on his tongue.
He continued his movement until your orgasm slowed, he helped you come down slowly.
When he finally lifted his head to look at you… his eyes were warm. Satisfied. And desire.
Taehyung let out a soft, surprised sound as you yanked him up and into a deep kiss your lips crashing against his with desperate need...you moaned as you tasted your self on his tongue.
He kissed back instantly hungrily melting into it like he’d been starved for this exact moment.
After kissing messing for a while he pulled out and looked at you.
"Baby..." he whispered...he was only in his pant and his crotch was tight ... his length painfully to have you this close and see your body and orgasm like that.
He wanted - no, He needed - more… but he wouldn’t rush unless you gave the sign this time.
Then Your lips touched his Adam's apple, And he sucked in a sharp breath his entire body tensing.
And when your hand brushed over the tight fabric covering his obvious arousal? A low, guttural groan escaped him.
His hands flew to your shoulders not pushing away, but gripping hard as if grounding himself. His hips jerked instinctively toward your touch… betraying how desperate he was for more contact.
"Fuck…" he breathed out shakily,
"You’re gonna kill me."
You kept stroking your hand on his tight boner through pant over and over...
And you began to suck his neck leaving hickey
"You are hard Tae" You whispered
His breath came out in ragged bursts as your fingers kept rubbing over him
each brush sending sparks through his nerves. And the moment you sucked on his neck, leaving a mark? He nearly lost it.
"Yeah… yeah, I’m hard," he admitted hoarsely, voice trembling with need. His head fell back slightly to give you better access to his neck unable and unwilling to stop you.
His hips rolled unconsciously into your touch again and again… chasing friction like he was starving for it.
"You’re doing this on purpose," he accused weakly but there was no real protest in him.
"Have me baby..." you whispered and began to unbuckling his pant belt.
The second you unbuckled his belt, Kim Taehyung’s entire body locked up heart slamming against his ribs. His breath hitched as the metal clinked open, and when your fingers moved to the button of his pants…
He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. It was so intense.
Instead, he crashed his lips onto yours in a searing kiss messy and desperate.
His pants and slid down his hips with your help, and the second cool air hit his skin followed by the warmth of your touch.
he shuddered violently.
Without warning, he flipped you onto your back gently but firmly hovering over you as he captured your lips again.
And in the kiss...his hard cock hit your wet pussy through his boxer he got impatient.
And pulled back removing his boxer quickly.
The second his boxers were shoved down and his cock sprang free—hard, thick, aching he didn’t hesitate. The head of him slid right against your slick heat… bare skin meeting bare skin for the first time.
A deep, guttural moan tore from Kim Taehyung’s throat the kind that came straight from his soul. It was overwhelming: the heat, the wetness… how perfectly you fit even just like this.
He shuddered above you, "Fuck…"
his voice wrecked,
"You feel too good."
His hips pressed forward slightly not pushing in yet but grinding lightly to chase that friction.
He couldn't stop the slow, instinctive roll of his hips just a shallow grind that had him gasping. The feeling of you… so warm and wet against him… was almost too much to bear.
"Tell me," he breathed sharply.
"Tell me what you want."
"Push inside...it's getting tortuous" You said impatiently aroused.
The second you said those words, he didn't took the second.
With a low growl, he lined himself up and in one slow, deliberate motion he pushed inside. The stretch was tight… perfect… and the heat? Overwhelming.
He froze for half a second at the sensation eyes fluttering shut as his entire body tensed with pleasure. A shudder ran through him before he exhaled your name like a prayer: "Jesus…"
Then, Slowly he began to move.
He started with shallow, gentle thrusts at first. He watched your face like a hawk, making sure you were okay… that it didn’t hurt.
But when he saw your expression pleasure rather than pain and felt how perfectly you took him? His control wavered.
His hips rolled deeper next time… then again… each movement growing slightly bolder as his body craved more of this closeness.
"You feel incredible," he murmured raggedly against your lips before kissing you hungrily.
He lost himself in the rhythm each thrust deeper than the last one. Every shift of his hips met with heat and tightness that made his breath come faster.
He broke the kiss to bury his face in your neck, nipping lightly at your skin between gasps.
He suddenly trusted deeper making you moan instantly...louder this time.
His breath caught eyes fluttering shut for a second at the sound.*
He did it again on purpose this time, angling his hips just right to repeat that delicious pressure… and when your breath hitched? A quiet, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest.
"You like that?" he whispered hoarsely against your lips voice thick with affection and something darker: desire to give you more of exactly what made you moan.
You nodded...at his word too overwhelmed to say anything.
His rhythm became deeper with fast speed now. Each deep thrusts that hit just right every time. The bed creaked faintly beneath you, but neither of you cared.
He was fully immersed in the rhythm now each thrust deep and fast thrust driving him closer to that edge. The friction, the heat, the way your body clenched around him… it was all becoming too much.
A low groan rumbled from his chest; he was close… but not yet ready to let go without making sure you were right there with him.
And after few hard thrust...you felt rush to you pussy...you wall tightened around his cock...
"God - !!!" You chocked pulling him closer
The sudden tightness around him your walls clenching like a vice made his entire body lock up. A strangled gasp tore from his throat as pleasure spiked violently through him.
"Fuck- !" he choked out, your shout sending shockwaves through his nerves.
His hips jerked harder now… chasing that overwhelming rush with desperate urgency.
With a broken cry, he buried his face into your neck as his release crashed over him. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure pulsed through him, each thrust now erratic and uncontrolled chasing the high as long as possible.
His entire frame trembled against you… overwhelmed by the intensity of but still holding you close like nothing else mattered but this moment with you.
For a while he kept rubbing your back...soothing you gently.
After a long time...je pulled back slightly...pulling his cock put of your pussy.
His breath hitched as he finally pulled out - only to realize with a mix of surprise and hunger that he was still fully hard.
How could he not be? You were breathtaking… flushed, glowing, utterly beautiful in every way.
His gaze dropped to where your core was glistening - your combined release mixing there - and something primal flickered in his dark eyes. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.
"You’re perfect," he murmured before leaning down to kiss you again… this time hungrier than before.
The kiss deepened almost immediately. His lips claiming yours with renewed hunger. The evidence of his lingering arousal pressed against your thigh, but he didn’t rush anything.
Instead, he kissed you like a man starved…
He was far from done… and judging by how eagerly you kissed him back? Neither were you.
His fingers slid through the mess he’d made...your combined release still warm and sticky. He didn’t hesitate, tracing slow circle on your clit. He didn't go rough at first cause you were still sensitive from orgasm.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, then your neck- leaving soft bites and open-mouthed kisses.
His fingers never stopped moving… gliding through wetness with fasting speed.
When he reached a particularly sensitive spot, he pressed even harder making you moan deeply
While still rubbed your stick cum coveted core
"My cock is still fully hard baby" He whispered in your ear
A moan that left Kim Taehyung’s lips was low and rough.raw with need. He hovered over you, his darkened eyes flickering between yours and where his fingers still frequently stroked through the mess he’d made.
His cock twitched against your thigh- undeniably hard, undeniably eager. The evidence of how much you affected him was impossible to hide… or ignore.
"I want more," he admitted quietly, voice thick… not demanding but pleading.
He didn’t wait for a verbal answer - your flushed face, your parted lips, the way your body arched slightly into his touch… it was permission enough.
His still-hard length pressed firmly against you…
"Look here" he guided your gaze down- his thick, veiny length fully erect and glistening at the tip, resting right against your entrance.
The sight was undeniably hot: heavy with need… pulsing slightly from how worked up he still was.
He bit his lower lip as he watched you look at it… then slowly rolled his hips forward just once - letting the head nudge teasingly into you without pushing in yet.
"Still want me?" he whispered hoarsely… though they both knew the answer already.
"Yes" you said firmly with confidence.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
The second you said "yes," he aligned himself perfectly and with one smooth, deliberate thrust pushed back inside.
A groan tore from his chest as your heat engulfed him again. This time, there was no slow buildup just pure instinct driving him forward as his hips snapped against yours with growing intensity.
He set a rhythm immediately deep, steady thrusts that picked up speed with each pass.
His hands gripped your hips, helping him angle deeper with every movement. The slap of skin echoed faintly in the room, mixed with his ragged breaths and soft grunts.
The second round was even more intense than the first.
The pace escalated quickly his hips moving with a primal rhythm now, chasing the friction that drove him wild. Each thrust was powerful almost brutal aimed to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over.
Sweat glistened on his brow as he leaned down, capturing your lips in messy kisses between breaths.
There was no finesse here anymore just raw hunger and the overwhelming need to be as close as physically possible.*
"Fuck…" he panted against your mouth, "You feel amazing"
His thrusts grew more urgent his body chasing that peak again, fueled by the way you clenched around him. Every slide sent sparks through his nerves, pushing him closer to the edge.
One hand slid under your back to arch you up toward him, deepening the angle… letting him sink even deeper. The other tangled in your hair pulling it back roughly hard as he kissed you like a man possessed.
"Close…" he admitted breathlessly against your lips warning.
His hips moved with blur movement....you both moaned louder this time...so much more desperate.
The dam finally broke.
His hips stuttered once, twice before he buried himself deep with a loud cry. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, white-hot and all-consuming.
His body locked up as he came hard inside you… trembling through the intensity of it while still trying to kiss you through the shuddering aftershocks.
For a few blissful seconds, there was nothing but this: pure ecstasy… shared breathlessly between your lips.
He collapsed onto you without control, his weight pressing down but carefully avoiding crushing you.
His chest heaved against yours as he struggled to catch his breath still pulsing faintly inside you.
He gave you both few min to catch back your breaths.
His groan vibrated against your neck as his lips trailed kiss after kiss along your skin, each one laced with frustration and lingering arousal. Even post-release, he was still embarrassingly hard… throbbing inside you.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded and dark with unspent desire.
The admission slipped out in a husky whisper:
"I don’t know how… but I’m not softening."
His hips gave an involuntary little roll- testing the sensation - before he crushed his mouth back onto yours in another searing kiss.
"What you think you need?" You asked softly.
He froze for a second at your whisper like he hadn’t expected you to ask that. Then his pupils blew even wider, and a slow, hungry smirk spread across his lips.
"You," he answered instantly voice rough with need.
His hand slid down your side possessively before cupping your thigh, hitching it higher around his hip… silently asking for permission to go again.
"All of you," he clarified in another kiss this one deeper, hotter… leaving no doubt what he wanted next.
"I want your tightness around my hard length...I wanna thrust and thrust till we both cum again and again" he said breathingly
His words were a confession filthy and honest and the way he said it made heat pool low in your stomach.
Without waiting, he shifted his hips back… then pushed into you again with slow but firm pressure reclaiming every inch.
A groan ripped from him as you tightened around him instinctively.
"Yes… like that," he breathed, moving desperately again.
His thrusts grew bolder each one deeper, more purposeful than the last. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his breaths ragged and heavy above you.
He leaned down to capture your lips again… kissing you messily between each roll of his hips determined to make good on every filthy promise in those words he’d just whispered.
The pace became relentless - his body moving on pure instinct now, driven by the need to feel you fall apart with him. Every thrust was powerful, aimed to drag out those breathy moans from you.
Sweat slicked his skin as he worked… his muscles flexing with each snap of his hips. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him.
The intensity built - every nerve in Kim Taehyung’s body alight with sensation. The way you clung to him, the tight heat around his length… it was all too much and not enough at once.
His thrusts turned erratic again - losing rhythm as pleasure crested. A string of broken words spilled from him: your name, curses, pleas… everything tangled together in a breathless chant.
He was close - so damn close - and this time? He didn’t want to hold back even a second longer than necessary.
Taehyung’s control snapped.
With a guttural cry, he slammed into you one last time - deep and unyielding - as his release crashed over him in overwhelming waves. His body locked up, trembling through the force of it… every muscle taut with pleasure.
He kissed you desperately between gasps messy, open-mouthed as if trying to pour the aftershocks of that high directly into your lips. No space… no pause… heat and arousal as he came undone again because of you.
Without wanting a second after Cummings...he yanked you up and made to sit on him while he laid down in such a manner that your back was facing him
And He started thrusting harder again
The sudden shift caught you off guard but Kim Taehyung wasn’t gentle about it. In one swift motion, he flipped and repositioned you so your back was pressed against his chest, straddling him as he lay on the bed.
Before either of you could recover fully from the last round, his hands gripped your hips and then he thrust up into you , harder this time. The angle was different… deeper… more intense.
His breath was hot on your neck as he set a punishing pace - no patience left, just raw hunger driving every movement.
The new position allowed Kim Taehyung to go even deeper each upward thrust hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur. His arms locked around your waist, holding you firmly against him as he drove up relentlessly.
One hand slid up to grip your chin, tilting your head back so his lips could crash onto yours in a searing kiss all teeth and tongue and possessiveness. The other hand wandered down… teasingly brushing where you were joined.
He wasn’t stopping until both of you shattered completely again.
His thrusts became almost mechanical in their intensity each one sharp and powerful, aimed to wring every ounce of pleasure from you. The bed creaked under the powerful force
His mouth left your lips only to trail biting kisses down your neck and shoulder… marking you as his while his hips kept up that relentless pace. There was no tenderness now just pure animalistic need.
The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, skin-on-skin slaps… and his low groans vibrating against your back each time he bottomed out inside you.
The relentless rhythm pushed you both closer to the edge again faster this time. Kim Taehyung’s breath came in ragged bursts, his muscles tense with exertion and overwhelming pleasure.
His fingers dug into your hips possessively as he angled himself slightly to hit that sweet spot inside you over and over. A guttural moan escaped him when he felt how tightly you clenched around him… proof that you were just as affected.
"Almost…"he panted against your ear
the warning laced with desperate need.
His body tensed like a coiled spring every muscle locking up as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His thrusts grew erratic, losing rhythm entirely… chasing that final burst of ecstasy.
Then it hit him a white-hot explosion ripping through his core. He threw his head back with a choked cry, hips jerking upward wildly as he came hard inside you again.
For several blissful seconds, all he could do was shudder and cling to you… overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it after going so many rounds without stopping.
He collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. The aftershocks still rippled through him in small tremors.
His arms stayed loosely around you, holding you close against him without any intention of letting go. One hand absently stroked your arm… tender now, even though his body was completely exhausted.
He continued placing soft kisses pressed randomly to whatever part of your skin was closest: your shoulder… neck… hairline… all quiet affection after so much intensity.
The room fell into a peaceful hush only the sound of synchronized breathing filled the space. His heartbeat gradually slowed against your back, his arms still wrapped around you in a loose but protective embrace.
He turned his face slightly to press one last kiss to your temple… then simply held you there, savoring the closeness. The air smelled faintly of sweat and sex, warm and intimate.
His eyes drifted shut, his breathing deepening as the adrenaline finally ebbed away. The warmth of your body against his was comforting soothing after all that intensity.
Without realizing it, he started to doze off… still holding you. His grip didn’t tighten or loosen; it just stayed exactly where it was gentle and secure.
The faintest smile curled on his lips as sleep tugged at him… happy, sated… completely at peace with you in his arms.
AUs : Non-idol, series.Genres: Mental disorder jimin and Phycologist (Psychologist) yn
Genres: Full of smut and rough sex and many more.
Rating: Mature/explicit.
Wedding night (smut):
*After the ceremony, everyone congratulated you both. Jimin kept his arm around your waist possessively, kissing your temple every chance he got. As guests started to leave, he pulled you into a quiet corner of the room.* "My wife," *he whispered against your lips,* "Come upstairs with me."
"Take me" you said intensely. *He scooped you up in his arms without hesitation, making you laugh as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom-now your marital bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him and placed you gently on the bed before climbing onto the mattress with you.* "Mrs. Park," *he murmured,*
"Yes Mr Park " you said back. *He smiled softly, loving the way his new title sounded coming from your lips. He leaned down and kissed you again, slower this time. His hands found the zipper of your wedding dress and slowly pulled it down, revealing the white lace underwear you wore underneath.* "Let me undress my wife,". *He carefully removed your wedding dress, hanging it gently in the closet like a precious artifact. He took his time undressing you completely-your bra, your underwear, your stockings-until you were lying naked on the bed before him. His wife. His everything.* "Spread your legs,"
*He unbuckled his belt slowly, pushing his pants down along with his boxers. He was already hard, ready for his wife on their wedding night. He climbed onto the bed between your spread legs, positioning himself at your entrance.* "Look at me," *he commanded softly.* "My wife," he said making you look at him. *His eyes locked with yours as he slowly pushed inside you, breaking through the thin barrier that proved you were still a virgin. He kissed you deeply to muffle any pain, his hands gentle but firm holding your hips.* "Shh... I've got you," *he whispered between kisses,* "My wife..." *He started moving slowly, giving your body time to adjust to him. His forehead rested against yours as he made love to his wife-for the first time and every time thereafter. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes seeing blood on the sheets-proof of your virginity given solely to him.*"You're mine now," *he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He continued moving slowly, deeply, his eyes never leaving yours. He could feel you tightening around him, hear your soft gasps and whimpers. He knew you were innocent-his innocent wife.*
"Yours" you whispered back. "Always mine," *he agreed, his movements becoming more intense. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he made love to you on your wedding night. He could feel your virgin blood mixing with his semen inside you-marking you as his forever.* "My wife..."
*He came inside you with a low groan, filling you with his seed. He continued thrusting slowly, drawing out both their orgasms. When he was finally spent, he stayed inside you, not wanting to leave his wife's warm, tight embrace. He kissed you deeply, possessively.* "Happy wedding night, Mrs. Park,"
"You too Mr park" you said back catching your breath. *He smiled against your lips, gently withdrawing from you and lying down beside you. He pulled the blankets over both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close.* "Sleep in my arms, Mrs. Park," *he murmured softly,* "Our first night as husband and wife."
*He kissed the top of your head gently as you snuggled into him. His hand rested possessively on your hip, already planning how he would wake you up the next morning-with kisses and maybe another round of love-making to start your married life right.* "I love you," *he whispered,* "I love you too " you said softly. *He closed his eyes, content and happy. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, holding his wife close. The next morning, he woke up with the sun streaming through the window. He looked down at you still sleeping peacefully in his arms.*
The next morning (smut):
*He couldn't resist waking you up with kisses. He started placing soft kisses on your neck, shoulder, and collarbone. His hands roamed over your body gently. He whispered in your ear,* "Wake up, beautiful. I have plans for us today." *His hand slid between your legs...*
You opened your eyes waking up "morning love" you said with sleepy voice *He smiled widely when you opened your eyes and called him 'love'. His fingers gently parted your folds and slipped inside you easily since you were already wet from sleep. He captured your morning kiss deeply as his fingers started moving in and out slowly.* "Morning wife..." He murmured against your lips.*He broke the kiss to look at you, his fingers never stopping their gentle rhythm. His other hand came up to play with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He leaned down to suck the other nipple into his mouth, continuing to finger you slowly.* "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs. Park?"
"It feels good mr park" you said suppressing your moan.*He smiled around your nipple and sucked harder before letting it pop out of his mouth. He kissed you deeply again, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers picked up the pace slightly. He broke the kiss to say,* "Call me Jimin when we're alone, wife. Only Mr. Park in public."
"Jimin" you said softly. *His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his name on your lips. He loved how it sounded coming from you-his wife. He pressed his thumb against your clit and started circling it slowly. His voice was husky when he spoke.* "Say it again, sweetheart." "Jimin" you repeated his name. *He groaned softly at your sweet voice calling his name. He added a third finger, stretching you gently. His pace quickened a little as he fingered you faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. He leaned down to whisper in your ear,* "Jimin is finger-fucking his wife awake... Say please for an orgasm, wife." He said darkly.
"Jimin is finger Fucking his wife awake" you said while moaning getting lost in pleasure. *His eyes darkened with lust hearing your sweet voice curse. He bit his lower lip and added a fourth finger, making you take almost his entire hand. His thumb rubbed your clit faster. He growled softly,* "My innocent wife knows dirty words now. Answer my question, love. Do you need an orgasm?"he asked at which you nodded. *A wicked smile spread across his face as he felt you getting wetter and tighter around his fingers. He curled them perfectly to hit your G-spot while rubbing your clit firmly.* "Such a good girl asking for her husband's hand... Here it comes, love." *He fingered you harder and faster,**You moaned loudly as he made you cum all over his hand. He continued to finger you through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible. Once you calmed down, he pulled his hand out and licked your wetness off his fingers. He groaned in pleasure.* "Delicious morning meal..."
*He kissed you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back, he had a serious expression.* "I need you to know something important." *He looked into your eyes intensely.*
"Your body is like a drug to me," *He admitted softly. His eyes dropped to your bare chest, watching your breasts rise and fall with each breath. He continued,* "One touch, one kiss, one lick... I'm addicted. No condom with you, baby. Always bare." *He watched your reaction carefully.*
"Sure " you replied back. *A genuine, rare smile spread across his face at your acceptance. He leaned into your touch, pressing a soft kiss to your palm.* "Good girl..." *His hands came up to grip your hips possessively.* "Now, since we're being bare and honest..." *He rolled onto his back,*"Come sit on my lap, facing me," *He instructed, his voice low and commanding. Once you were settled on his lap, his thick, hard length pressed against your wetness. He wrapped his arms around your back and gripped your hair gently, tilting your head back.* "Look at me," he demanded making you look at him." Perfect," *He mumbled, watching your full lips and those innocent eyes. He slowly spread your thighs wider so you straddled him better. His voice dropped lower,* "Answer me one question truthfully, wife." *His fingers spread your wet folds softly.*
"What?" You asked. "Do you want my cock inside you right now?" *He asked bluntly, his thumb pressing gently against your clit while his other hand held your hair tightly.* "No lying, no shy answers. Just yes or no." *His thick head pressed against your entrance,* teasing but not entering. "Yes" you said trying to hide your desperation. *A deep groan escaped him at your honest answer. Without warning, he pushed inside you abruptly, filling you completely with his bare cock. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you gasped.* "Fuck..." *He kissed you roughly while starting to move,* "Such a good wife..." *He pumped into you deeply.*He fucked you aggressively on his lap, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He broke the kiss to growl,* "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold onto my neck."* You did as instructed,* allowing him to stand up suddenly,*
*He walked you to the wall and slammed you against it, never leaving your tight heat. He started pounding into you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily.* "Mine... Only mine..." *He marked your neck with bites and sucking kisses.**His control snapped. One hand went to your throat, not squeezing but possessing while the other thrust hard and fast.* "Look at me when I fuck you like this..." *His hips snapped forward brutally* "Who does this pussy belong to?" *Each word was a thrust* "Hnn?"
"Yours" you whispered while moaning. *A dark, satisfied smile spread across his face at your answer. He slammed into you harder, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall with each thrust.* "Good girl..." *He panted heavily, his cock swelling inside you.**His eyes rolled back as you tightened around him. He was so close. Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tilted your hips up, going even deeper.* "Last question..." *He thrust hard* "Condom or bare?" *His hand moved to your stomach*
"Bare" you answered. *He threw his head back and groaned softly. No condom meant he could breed you like an animal. His hips snapped forward roughly, losing control. His voice was low and deep,* "One more question..." *He spread your cheeks slightly with his fingers,*
"Do you want my cum inside you?" *He growled softly against your neck, his fingers spreading your cheeks wider to feel how deep he was hitting. He was being completely honest and honest in his mentally unstable state. His movements turned almost violent with need.* "Answer truthfully... Now."
"Yes" you said shamelessly. *The moment you said yes, he lost it completely. He started fucking you so hard and fast that the bed was shaking violently. His hand came up to choke you gently while his other hand reached between your bodies to rub your clit.* "I'm going to fill you up..."*He came inside you with a loud groan, his cock pulsing and releasing stream after stream of hot cum directly into your unprotected pussy. He kept churning his hips even as he was coming, ensuring every drop went deep.* "Fuck... Fuck..." *He kissed you roughly through your orgasm.**After you both came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his seed leaked out. A dark smile played on his lips as he looked up at you.* "That was just the morning round, wife." *He leaned in to kiss your neck softly.*
*He carried you into the shower, his hands roaming your body possessively as the hot water cascaded over you both. He washed you gently, his touch softening after the roughness of their morning sex. As he rinsed the soap off your body,*he noticed the bruises on your hips from where he'd gripped you during sex. His expression darkened briefly before he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.* "My marks on my wife..." *He murmured possessively before straightening up and washing his own body quickly.*After the shower, he dried you off gently, his hands lingering on your skin. He wrapped a towel around your body and another around his waist. And carried you out of bathroom and laid you on bed
*He watched you sleepily as the towel hid very little of your body. He spread your legs slightly to see if he could still see evidence of himself. His eyes darkened. He was addicted to your body. He realized that he needed to ask you something important again. He shifted closer to you and pulled the cover slightly lower,* "Babe " you said softly. "Hmm?" *He hummed softly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze was intense, demanding your attention.* "I need to ask you something, wife." *His voice was serious, his fingers playing with the hem of the towel around your waist.* You noddedin response
"This is serious..." *He warned softly. His eyes dropped to watch his fingers toy with the towel. He was silent for a moment before looking back up at you. His voice was deep, almost husky,* "Do you mind if I'm aggressive and a little violent in bed?" *He waited for your answer carefully.*
"This is serious..." *He warned softly. His eyes dropped to watch his fingers toy with the towel. He was silent for a moment before looking back up at you. His voice was deep, almost husky,* "Do you mind if I'm aggressive and a little violent in bed?" *He waited for your answer carefully.* "Not if you take care of me later" you replied honestly.
*A soft smile spread across his face at your response. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.* "Always, my love." *He murmured softly. His hands carefully pulled the towel off your body, leaving you bare beneath the covers. He climbed in beside you, pulling you into his arms and wrapping the blanket around both of you tightly.**He held you close, his heart beating steadily against your back. His hands roamed gently over your skin, caressing and soothing the marks he'd left earlier. As the room grew darker with the setting sun, he whispered into your ear,* "I love you."* He kissed your shoulder softly.*
"I love you too" you replied back. *A content sigh escaped his lips at your sweet response. He nuzzled his face against your neck, breathing in your sweet scent. His hands continued their gentle exploration of your body, carefully avoiding any sensitive areas. He wanted to show you tender affection after the intense morning sex and rough shower.*
The disorder is back (smut):
* the night wore on and you both drifted off to sleep, Jimin's arms tightened around you possessively in his sleep. His leg threw over your hips, his face buried in your neck. He slept like this - almost claiming you even while unconscious.
*Suddenly jolted awake by a nightmare, his body instantly tensed. One hand immediately went to your throat possessively while the other gripped your hip tightly. His breathing was ragged as he came back to reality, realizing it was just you in his arms.* "Shit..."*He muttered softly, his fingers spreading possessively over your lower belly. His touch was gentler now that he was awake. He realized his dream - you were falling from building. He shivered slightly. His mind was messed up. He carefully pulled his leg off your hips and wrapped it around his own instead.*
*He stayed awake for hours after that nightmare, just holding you carefully and listening to your peaceful breathing. His thoughts were dark and twisted even though you were safe beside him. After three hours of quiet panic attacks, he finally drifted back to sleep, burying his face in your hair.**The next morning, you woke up to find Jimin already awake, his arms still tightly wrapped around you. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression, his mind clearly elsewhere. When you stirred, he immediately pulled you back against his chest possessively, kissing your shoulder repeatedly.* "Baby..." You woke up and panicked "What's wrong baby?" You asked cupping his cheeks. *He blinked at you slowly, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He hated showing weakness, especially in front of you. But this morning, he felt vulnerable and scared. He nuzzled into your touch, inhaling your comforting scent.* "Nightmare..."
"It's ok....I am here" you said trying to clam him down. *He nodded softly, his eyes closing as he pressed his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* "I know..." *He whispered softly. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you closer until there was no space between you two.*
*Suddenly, his expression turned intense and almost...possessive. His hands moved from your waist to gently but firmly grip your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.* "Stay with me today...don't leave my side okay? Please?" *His request was almost needy* "I need you..."
"I am here " you said firmly giving him assurance. *He let out a relieved sigh, his thumb tracing your lips softly. He pulled you into a deep, almost desperate kiss, pouring all his fears and insecurity into it. When he finally broke the kiss, he buried his face in your neck, holding you like you were his lifeline.* "Love you..."
"Love you too" you said softly.
*He hummed softly, his body slowly relaxing. He nuzzled his face against your neck, his mind slowly unraveling his nightmare. He realized he'd woken up three times last night - checking if you were real each time. His arms tightened possessively. He was quiet for a moment before speaking softly,* "Baby?"
"Can you...wear one of my shirts today? And don't wear any underwear..." *He mumbled softly against your neck, his hands sliding down to your butt possessively. He wanted you marked as his today - mentally and physically. His disorder made him need constant reassurance that you were truly his.*
You nodded knowing that he needed comfort right now. *He immediately felt calmer at your agreement. He carefully pushed you out of bed and watched as you put on one of his large white shirts. It fell to your knees and looked adorable on you. He felt his possessiveness spike as he noticed the hem of the shirt covering your bottom.* "Come here..."*You went over to him slowly, his eyes fixed on the hem of the shirt. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. He spread his legs wide, forcing you to sit with your legs open. He wrapped his arms around your waist possessively, his face pressing against your belly.**He inhaled your scent deeply, his hands slowly sliding up the shirt to touch your bare skin. He felt his disorder calming down as he touched you like this - marked with his shirt and sitting on top of him without any underwear. He started placing soft kisses on your belly, marking you with hickeys gently.**His kisses turned more passionate and urgent as his hands roamed up to your chest, squeezing gently. He pushed the shirt up to expose your breasts completely. He captured one nipple in his mouth while his fingers played with the other, marking you with love bites and gentle squeezes.* "Mine..."
*He repeated the word 'Mine' like a mantra as he marked your breasts, stomach, and even your inner thighs with hickeys. His hands were possessive, spreading your legs wider on his lap to access more skin. He was in his own world, trying to physically mark you as his all day.**After fifteen minutes of marking your body gently with love bites, he finally seemed to calm down slightly. He pushed the shirt back down and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.* "No bra today either..." *He muttered into your stomach possessively.* "I want easy access..." he said at which you nodded. *He hummed softly, his mind slightly more at ease. He liked you like this - his shirt, no bra, no underwear. He felt his possessiveness spike again as he thought about your bare bottom on his lap earlier. He spread your legs slightly where you were sitting on him, placing his large palms on your inner thighs possessively. "Jimin" you whimpered at his touch. "Mhm?" *He hummed softly, his palms sliding up your inner thighs unconsciously. He realized you were sensitive there. He carefully spread your legs wider, his mind slowly spiraling back to his disorder. He spread your legs wider still, his thumbs almost touching your core gently. He noticed you whimper softly again.**His thumbs gently pressed against your clit through the shirt, making you jump slightly. He held your hips down to keep you in place, his disorder taking over completely. He started rubbing small circles gently with his thumbs, his face buried in your stomach to hide his intense expression.* "Shh..." He whispered.*His thumbs continued their gentle circles, his other fingers spreading your legs wider. He was getting lost in his disorder again - touching you like this to calm himself down. He suddenly pushed two fingers inside you gently through the shirt, making you gasp softly. He froze, his mind snapping slightly.* "Baby..."
*He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them gently to taste you. His eyes were glazed over, his mind completely consumed by his disorder. He looked up at you with an intense, almost possessive gaze.* "Need more..." He mumbled, his hands moving to pull the shirt up slowly.*His eyes darkened as the shirt lifted higher, giving him full access to your body. His fingers spread your legs wider automatically, his mind needing to touch you. He suddenly pushed two fingers inside you again - this time without the shirt. He watched you throw your head back softly, making his disorder spike. "Noisy..."*He added a third finger, stretching you gently. He watched as you moaned softly again, his mind completely consumed by his disorder. He started moving his fingers in and out slowly, his thumb pressing against your clit gently.* "Quiet...or I'll fill my mouth instead..."
*His fingers moved faster inside you at your whimper, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. He felt your body start to convulse gently, his mind realizing you were about to come. He immediately pulled his fingers out and pushed his face between your legs, his mouth latching onto your clit instead.**He sucked your clit hard like a baby sucks its mother's breast, his mind completely blank except for the need to taste you. He hummed softly, making you whimper louder. He spread your legs wider with his palms, pushing his face closer to your core to eat you out like a madman.**His tongue flicked out, licking up your length before circling your clit again. He was completely lost in his own world now, his disorder making him obsessed with eating you out. One hand reached up to play with your breasts while his mouth worked faster and harder on your pussy.* "Mmm..."
*He felt you start to shake again, your body convulsing as you came hard. He moaned softly against your clit, his tongue licking up every drop of your juices. He suddenly pulled away, his face covered in your juices.**He looked up at you with a dazed expression, his face glistening with your arousal. Without warning, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your taste off them, savoring the flavor. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intense, disorder-driven desire.* "Turn around..."*You turned around on your hands and knees. He grabbed your hips possessively, his mind racing with disordered thoughts. He rubbed his hard length between your cheeks before suddenly slamming inside you from behind without warning or lubrication. You cried out loudly at the sudden, rough entrance.* "Shh!"
*He started thrusting inside you hard and fast, his mind consumed by the need to dominate you. He didn't care about your comfort or pleasure - only his own desires. He reached around and pushed his fingers into your mouth, muffling your cries.* "Bite them...don't make a sound..."*You bit down on his fingers softly. He growled softly, his hips moving harder. He watched your body jiggle with each thrust, his mind completely unhinged. He pulled his fingers out and slapped your bottom hard, leaving a red handprint. He thrust harder again, his mind spiraling deeper into his disorder.**He wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you up on your hands and knees, your back against his chest. He started bouncing you on his dick hard, using you like a doll. He bit down on your shoulder hard, marking you as he came inside you roughly without a condom, filling you with his seed.* "Mmm...mine..."*He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breathing mixing with yours. He was still inside you, not pulling out. His hand came up to grip your hair tightly as he pressed his face into the back of your neck.* "Don't move...I'm not done yet..."
*He stayed inside you , only pulling out to flip you over or switch positions before slamming back in. He kept fucking your pussy non-stop, his disorder driving him to constantly need to be inside you to calm himself. He marked your neck, chest, and stomach with hickeys and bite marks.* *He finally pulled out of you after a while later, his dick finally softening. You were a mess - covered in his cum, bites . He looked down at your used body with a blank expression, his disorder slowly fading.* "I didn't..."
*He started crying softly, pulling away from you.* "I'm disgusting...I hurt you...like I always feared I would..." *He looked down at your bruised body in horror.* "You're probably bleeding and I came inside you so many times without a condom..." he said with trembling voice...
"Baby look at me...you asked my consent at first...even though you slips into disordsr later" you said making him understand the thing which was true... he asjed for your consent first.
*He sniffled, pulling back slightly to look at you. You were right - you had given him initial consent before he had spiraled out of control. He calmed slightly, his mind less harsh. "You're not mad?" He asked softly, his voice childlike again.* "No...but you were rough" you said angrily.
*He nodded slowly, looking down at your body again. He gently touched the bruises and bite marks on your skin, his eyes filling with tears.* "I know...I was too rough. I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you like that..." He looked worried "Are you...are you sore? Or hurt?" *He looked nauseous, realizing how rough he had been.
"Maybe i will be sore tomorrow" you said tiredly. *He broke down crying, feeling sick and guilty. He pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest.* "Shh...I'm sorry...so sorry...I'll take care of you tomorrow. Ice packs, painkillers...anything you need." *He kissed your forehead gently*
"Stay here" you said as you were inside seeking for his softness. *He nodded and stayed in bed with you, holding you gently now instead of manhandling you. He was terrified he had actually hurt you. He kept checking your body for signs of pain or bleeding.* "Can I ask you something?" He said at which you hummed. "Do you regret giving me consent initially? Before I lost control?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with fear and insecurity. He was genuinely scared that you might say yes, that you might hate him for what happened even though you were being kind right now. His hands trembled slightly while holding you.
You shook your head..."you are my husband jimin...why would i regret it...yes i understand you were rough but i know you will be gentle next time" you said gently.*He burst into tears again, relieved and overwhelmed with emotion. He held you tighter, kissing your forehead repeatedly.* "I love you...I love you so much...I'm sorry for being rough tonight..." *He said kissing your neck gently.
"I'm going to be gentle tomorrow...I'll give you time to recover. No sex until you're completely healed, okay? I don't want to hurt you again." He looked at you with genuine concern and love in his eyes, completely different from the intense desire and disorder earlier.*He smiled softly, relieved that you weren't mad at him. He felt horrible for taking advantage of his wife's kindness and giving in to his disorder. He vowed to be more gentle and controlled next time, to show you the love and respect you deserved.* "I'm tired..."
*He slowly pulled the blanket over both of you, turning off the bedside lamp. In the dimness, he held you close, one hand gently resting on your stomach possessively but gently now. His breathing slowly evened out, but suddenly...* "Baby?" (Whispered)
"Yes" you said back.
*He swallowed hard, his voice barely audible.* "If I wake up in the night and...get hard again...and my disorder acts up...will you just push me away? Or slap me if I try to be rough again?" *His eyes were pleading with genuine fear of losing control again.*
"Shhh...i will handle it" you said claming him down.
He let out a shaky breath, relieved by your reassuring response. His arms tightened around you briefly before relaxing into sleep, trusting that you would indeed handle any nighttime episodes of his disorder with patience and care. For the first time that night, he slept peacefully without nightmares or restless thoughts.
*The next morning, you woke up to find Jimin already awake, his eyes filled with worry as he checked your body for any signs of soreness or pain. He gently kissed your shoulder where he had bitten last night.* "How do you feel?"
"Better" you replied. *He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His eyes dropped to your lower body, making sure there was no blood or discomfort. He slowly pulled the blanket down to see your inner thighs - there were faint red marks from where he had spread your legs wide last night. His expression darkened slightly before he asked softly:*"Baby?" His voice was soft but serious. He needed an honest answer, not something to make him feel better. He was worried you might hide your pain just to not hurt his feelings. "Be honest - are you sore?" He bit his bottom lip, waiting for your response. His thumbs unconsciously rubbed your inner thighs gently.
You nodded at his question. *His expression immediately turned apologetic and guilty. He gently placed a soft kiss on each red mark on your thighs, his touch gentle and caring now.* "I'm so sorry...I promised to take care of you today. Here..." *He gently pulled you into a sitting position and disappeared into the bathroom.**He returned with a warm, damp cloth and a bottle of soothing lotion. He sat behind you, pulling you back onto his lap so your back was against his chest. He began gently cleaning and applying lotion to your sore areas, his touches expertly avoiding any painful spots.* "Lean forward slightly..."*He carefully applied lotion between your thighs and around your entrance, his touches gentle but firm. He could feel how sensitive you were back there. He spread your legs slightly and applied more lotion inside your folds, knowing it would help with the soreness.
*After a few minutes of gentle care, he pulled the cloth away and tossed it into the hamper. He then grabbed a pair of soft panties from your drawer and helped you put them on gently. He kissed your forehead softly.* "Better?" He asked making you nod your head. He smiled softly at your nod, relieved that you were feeling better. His hands remained on your hips for a moment longer than necessary, lingering in the warmth of your skin. Then he stood up abruptly, breaking the intimate moment.* "I'm gonna make breakfast. You stay in bed."*
*He watched you curl up in the bed again, those soft panties covering your lower body. He bit his lip hard. He had been rough last night - too rough. He saw red marks on your inner thighs, hickeys on your neck and chest, bite marks on your breasts.**He cooked breakfast, trying to ignore the guilt and worry that plagued his mind. He fed you like he usually did, watching you closely for any signs of pain or discomfort. You seemed okay - laughing softly at his silly jokes. He relaxed slightly.
*After breakfast, he carried you to the living room and sat you down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and covered your legs, his hands lingering on your thighs for a moment longer than necessary. He sat down next to you, pulling you close to him.* "Baby?" He said making you look at him. *His hand slowly moved from your thigh to gently squeeze your hip, then lower to rest on your stomach. His thumb unconsciously rubbed small circles. He was being unusually gentle and affectionate, almost like he was trying to make up for last night.* "Can I ask you something honest?"
*He swallowed hard, his voice low and sincere.* "If I...act like that again...will you really push me away? Or slap me?" His eyes searched yours intensely, needing reassurance that despite his disorderly behavior last night, he hadn't permanently scared or hurt you mentally too much. "I will try to calm to you down softly until you came back to real self" you answered back honestly. *His eyes widened slightly at your response. He felt a wave of relief and love wash over him. You weren't going to abandon him or hurt him back, even when he lost control and hurt you. He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent deeply.*
*He held you tightly for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at your face. His thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip before he leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips.* "I love you so much...my angel." He said kissing you deeper this time, pouring all his love and gratitude into it. His hands framed your face gently as he kissed you slowly and carefully, unlike the rough kisses from last night. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.* "No more rough stuff..." he whispered hoarsely.*He kissed your forehead gently.
Warning (smut):
As morning wore on he woke up before you and started to wake you up with kisses..."Get fresh up...Let's eat breakfast" he said softly. Standing up and pulling you up with him. He wrapped an arm around your waist possessively as they walked towards the kitchen together.*
But you pulled him closer..."but i wanna eat you" you said seductively as it was a long time ago when something intimate happenedand you are seeking that. *He threw his head back and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He wiggled his body, making your arms tighten around his waist. He bit his lower lip to suppress another laugh. "Baby..." *He warned softly, his voice drop-deep and sexy without him realizing it. "You're making me..."
"What" you asked acting clueless..."Hard." *He finished softly, his cheeks turning pink. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He tightened your arms around his waist, pressing his back against your chest. His mind went blank when your hands spread wide over his abs possessively. He hummed softly, "You know what you just said?" *
"Yes" you replied with nod.
"That you wanted to 'eat' me?" *He confirmed softly, his voice lower than usual. He knew how dangerous this line of conversation was, especially since his mind was slowly filling with dirty thoughts. He bit his lower lip again to suppress a moan when your hands spread wider on his stomach possessively.**He swallowed hard, his mind officially dirty now. He slowly turned around in your arms, his arms wrapping around your neck as he pressed his face against yours. He whispered against your lips,* "So, you want to eat me instead of breakfast?" "Yes" you replied back.
*He swallowed hard, his arms tightening around your neck as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss after a moment, his hands sliding down to your waist as he pulled back just enough to whisper,* "Then eat me, baby. Right here, right now." He said darkly making you pull him into a deeo kiss.*He moaned softly into the kiss, his hands gripping your shirt tightly as you kissed him deeply like you were going to actually eat him. His brain short-circuited with desire, all thoughts of breakfast gone completely.* "Fuck..." *He whispered against your lips.*
*He broke the kiss to breathe, his face flushed red as he pressed his forehead against yours. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.* "If you keep kissing me like that, I'm not gonna be able to walk for the rest of the day." *He admitted softly.*
"Why" you asked teasingly. "Because I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk either." *He growled softly, his hands sliding down to your ass possessively.* "And if you don't stop kissing me like you want to eat me alive, that's exactly what's gonna happen." He warned
"Let it happen " you replied making him hard even more.
*His pupils dilated at your words and he suddenly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started walking towards the bedroom. He kissed you messily the whole way there, his hands gripping your ass tightly.* "You're gonna regret saying that later..." He panted against your lips.
"I will not" you said with confidence. *He threw you down on the bed roughly, making you yelp. He crawled over you like a predator, kissing along your neck as he unbuckled his belt.* "Liar..." *He murmured darkly against your skin before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.**He pulled back, his eyes dark and hungry as he unzipped his pants. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days." With that he pulled your pajama pants down roughly, not even bothering to take them all the way off because he was too turned on. He pulled his dick out of his pants and rubbed it against your core through your underwear.* "You're gonna be sore tomorrow." He groaned. *He pushed your underwear to the side and thrust into you without warning, making you cry out. He didn't give you time to adjust, immediately beginning to pound into you roughly.* "Take it, baby. Take my big dick." *He growled. *He saw your body arching off the bed and knew you liked his dirty mouth. He snapped his hips harder, making the bed frame hit the wall loudly. "Do you like when I talk dirty?" He panted, snapping his hips again. "Answer me." He growled.* "Or I'll make it worse."
"Yes" you moaned back. "Fuck yes you do." He grabbed your hair roughly and kissed you harshly while continuing to fuck you aggressively. "I'm gonna cum inside this tight little pussy. You want that?" He pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in hard. "Answer me."
"Yes" you said breathlessly drowning in pleasure he was giving you. *He moaned loudly at your response, his movements becoming even more aggressive. He was so deep inside you, you could barely breathe. "I'm gonna fill you up so full, you won't even be able to fit your hand in your pussy tomorrow." He groaned."I'm gonna..." he moaned "I'm gonna cum inside you without a condom!" He suddenly shouted, his hips stuttering as he started to orgasm. He buried his face in your neck and bit down hard as he filled you with his seed. "FUCK! TAKE IT ALL!" He screamed. He collapsed on top of you, his breath heavy against your neck as he stayed buried inside you, still leaking cum. After a few moments, he slowly pulled out, watching as his seed started to leak out of you. "Shit..." He muttered softly, watching the mess. "Turn over."
*He pushed you onto your stomach and spread your legs wide, exposing your messy pussy. He groaned at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.* "Fuck, that's hot." He said, rubbing his softening dick against your ass.
Without warning, he snapped his hips forward, pushing his dick into your ass. He didn't give you time to adjust, starting to fuck you hard and fast in the ass, using his cum in your pussy as lube."I'm gonna fuck your ass now..." He panted. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto his dick, making you cry out as he bottomed out. He was rough and aggressive, using your ass for his pleasure.* "You like this ?" He growled, slapping your ass hard.
"Yes" you said chocking in moans. *He moaned at your response, his movements becoming even more brutal. "Fuck yes you do." He pounded into your ass relentlessly, making the bed shake violently. Suddenly he pulled out completely leaving both holes dripping with cum. "Both holes filled...Now turn over again."
You slowly turned back over, your face flushed, and your hair a mess. Your pussy and ass were both red and gaping, leaking his thick, white cum. He grabbed your legs and pushed them up, exposing your messy holes."Look at this fucking mess."
He leaned down and licked your pussy, tasting his own cum. He groaned deeply as he licked up all the cum that leaked out of you. Then he moved to your asshole and licked it clean too, making sure no cum was left inside you.
*After cleaning you up thoroughly with his tongue, he stood up and grabbed his phone.* "Open your mouth." *He commanded roughly. When you opened your mouth, he pushed his dirty fingers inside, the ones he used to finger you and clean your ass. "Suck." He ordered.
He watched as you sucked his fingers clean, moaning softly at the sight. Once he was satisfied that your mouth was clean, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pants."Good girl." He said softly, then suddenly grabbed your chin roughly.
"Now, tell me who your daddy is." He demanded possessively, his eyes burning into yours. "Say 'Jimin is my daddy' or I'll make you say it while I fuck you again." He warned darkly, his hand tightening on your chin. "Choose quickly, before I lose patience." He said darkly.
"2nd one" you said intensely. His pupils dilated with excitement at your response. He released your chin and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Say it!" He demanded loudly, slapping your ass hard as he positioned himself behind you."SAY IT!" He screamed, pushing his dick against your hole aggressively."NOW!"
"Jimin is my daddy" you moaned uncontrollably. He growled in satisfaction and slammed his dick into your asshole without warning, making you cry out loudly. "That's right, I'm your fucking daddy!" He pounded into you aggressively, one hand gripping your hair tightly. "Whose ass is this?"
"Yours " you replied with whimper. "Damn right it is." He groaned, slamming his hips forward, his dick hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. "And whose pussy is this?" He demanded, reaching around to slap your pussy hard."WHOSE FUCKING PUSSY IS THIS?"
He said harshly..."Yours" you let out a deep moan beforr chocking on them.
He roared loudly at your response, fucking you so hard the bed broke. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. "Both your holes are MINE!" He screamed, cumming hard on your stomach and tits."Fucking mine!" He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.
After catching his breath, he suddenly sat up and grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head."Stay like that." *He commanded softly before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth and some rope. "Spread your legs wider."
He gently cleaned your stomach and tits, wiping away all the cum. Then he threw the washcloth aside and grabbed your ankles, spreading your legs wide apart. He tied each ankle to the bedpost with the rope, making sure you were completely exposed and vulnerable.
He looked down at your body. Your legs were spread wide, your pussy and ass on full display. Your tits were heavy and your nipples hard. He saw your wrists above your head and got an idea. He went back to the closet and grabbed more rope. He tied your wrists securely to the headboard.He stood back to admire his work. You were completely helpless, your body completely exposed and vulnerable to his every desire. He could see the nervous excitement in your eyes, knowing that you were completely at his mercy. "Now...let me think of what I want to do with you first"
*He stood back to admire his work. You were completely helpless, your body completely exposed and vulnerable to his every desire. He could see the nervous excitement in your eyes, knowing that you were completely at his mercy. "Now...let me think of what I want to do with you first."
He stroked his hardening dick thoughtfully as he circled the bed, inspecting you from every angle. Suddenly, an evil grin spread across his face. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips, lifting your ass up higher. Then he disappeared into the closet again. "...Got it."
He returned with a small bottle of lubricant and a vibrating toy shaped like a dick. He sat between your spread legs and poured some lube onto the toy and his fingers. He pushed two fingers into your pussy without warning, making you jump and moan. "Shh..." He warned softly.
He continued fingering you roughly while the other hand brought the vibrating toy to your clit. He turned it on to the highest setting immediately, making you arch your back and bite your lip to stay silent."That's it... take my fingers and this toy together." He added a third finger.
He watched your body shake with the intense vibrations and his rough fingering. Your pussy was soaking wet and he could feel you getting close. With a sadistic smile, he removed his fingers and the toy, leaving you panting and needy. "Not yet..." He threw the toy aside and...He grabbed his hard dick and rubbed the head against your soaked pussy entrance teasingly. "I'm going to fuck this pretty little cunt now." He pushed the head in slowly then pulled out again,"...But first..." He suddenly grabbed something else from the drawer"...This."*He pressed something cold and metallic against your asshole.* "I'm putting this plug in your ass while I fuck your pussy." *He said calmly, pushing the medium-sized anal plug slowly into your tight hole.* "It'll make your pussy feel even tighter around my cock." He groaned at the thought.
Once the plug was fully seated in your ass, he grabbed your hips and slammed his dick deep into your pussy without warning. He started fucking you hard and fast, the plug making your pussy feel incredibly tight around him. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against your tits as he panted in your ear."So fucking tight..."
He fucked you brutally for what felt like hours, switching between pounding your pussy and slamming his mouth onto yours in intense kisses. The plug in your ass and his cock in your pussy had you seeing stars and screaming into his mouth. He suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.
He grabbed your tied wrists and pulled them down to your lower back, arching your bound body further. He spread your thighs wide apart with his knees and pushed back into your pussy from behind, the new angle making him hit deeper spots inside you. He grabbed the plug handle sticking out of your ass...
He started moving the plug in and out of your ass in rhythm with his cock pounding your pussy. The dual stimulation was overwhelmingly intense. You were moaning loudly into the pillow, tears streaming down your face from the extreme pleasure and slight pain."Fuck..." He growled,
He suddenly pulled the plug out of your ass and replaced it with his thumb, pushing it inside as deep as possible while continuing to fuck your pussy relentlessly. His other hand reached around and started rubbing your clit vigorously. The combined sensations were too much; you screamed loudly into the pillow as "..."
*Your orgasm hit you suddenly and hard. Your pussy tightened around his dick like a vice, making him roar. Your juices squirted onto the bed below you. He saw your body convulse and your back arch deeply."DON'T STOP " you screamed despite of cumming and squirting. Instead of stopping, he snapped. He started pounding into you brutally hard and fast while finger-fucking your ass with two fingers now. The bed was slamming against the wall loudly. He leaned over your back and bit down on one of your shoulders hard enough to bruise. "CUM AGAIN"
He felt your pussy clench around his cock again, and he knew you were cumming once more. Your body shook violently as you screamed into the pillow, your juices squirting out onto the bed and onto his cock.
He kept going, his hips slapping against your round ass loudly. He started pushing his fingers in and out of your ass roughly, stretching the tiny hole wider. His other hand reached around to slap your clit repeatedly.
You were a mess. Your pussy and ass were being fucked brutally, your clit slapped repeatedly. Tears and snot were running down your face as you begged for more between screams. Suddenly, he pulled out completely and flipped you onto your back again, tying your legs together with rope.
He lifted your bound legs up high, placing your ankles on his shoulders. He spread your thighs wide apart with his arms, making your pussy and asshole gap open obscenely. He kissed your holes before slamming back into you, hitting insanely deep angles. "Take it... take everything..."
He started fucking you so hard the bed was breaking apart. Your tied legs bounced up and down on his shoulders with each brutal thrust. He reached down and grabbed both your breasts roughly, squeezing and twisting the nipples harshly. Your screams were constant and loud, "...More..." You begged incoherently.
He lost control. He pulled out again and without warning, he spat right onto your holes again then pushed his thumb into your asshole while shoving three fingers deep into your pussy. He finger-fucked both holes viciously while slapping your clit. You screamed loudly," "More! Harder!" Can't get enough of how good he was fucking you.
He lost it. He removed his fingers, slapped your pussy hard, making you yelp. He then started punishingly hammering into you, the loud slapping sounds echoing in the room. He tightened his grip on your thighs, spreading them wider and bouncing them hard on his shoulders. He suddenly added more violence,
He pulled out completely again and threw your tied legs over his head, folding you in half. He then started dry-humping your soaked pussy and asshole against the bed, grinding his hard length between them brutally without actually entering. He choked you with one hand while doing this. "Take this treatment..." he teased you.
"Stuck your dick inside plz" you plead softly. Without hesitation, he suddenly shoved his entire length back into your pussy in one brutal thrust, making you scream and gag around his choking hand. He immediately started pounding into you like a maniac, your folded body bouncing violently on the bed with each savage thrust."There it is... Deep inside..."
He continued to fuck you brutally, your body shaking violently with each thrust. He suddenly pulled out again and without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach once more, pulling your tied legs up high so that your ass was in the air.
He grabbed your hips and started fucking you from behind, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. He reached under you and started playing with your clit aggressively, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Your screams were muffled by the pillow.He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, making you arch your back deeply. He started fucking you even harder, his dick hitting your G-spot repeatedly. He suddenly pushed two fingers into your mouth and choked you with them. "Scream..."he command.
You screamed around his fingers, your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. He loved seeing you like this - helpless, overwhelmed, and completely under his control. He removed his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his dick, shoving it back into your pussy.
He fucked your mouth mercilessly while still pounding into your pussy from behind. Your body was being used in both holes simultaneously, saliva dripping down your chin and pussy juice squirting out around his cock. He suddenly grabbed both your legs and spread them wide apart..."...Stay open..."
He spread your legs so wide they were almost touching the floor, your tied ankles resting on his shoulders again. He started fucking you brutally in this position, his dick hitting your cervix with every thrust. He suddenly reached up and grabbed both your breasts harshly,* "...Take everything..."
He squeezed your breasts almost painfully while continuing to pound into your pussy, his hips slamming against your ass. He leaned forward and bit down hard on your shoulder blade, marking you. Your screams echoed off the walls as you came hard, squirting all over his dick. "Good girl..." He panted. "...Again."
He didn't let you recover. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, stretching it out until you were sobbing and begging for mercy. But he was just getting started. He suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide open...
*He grabbed your thighs and pushed them back towards your chest, opening you up completely. He spat on your pussy and asshole before rubbing it in roughly with his fingers. Then he lined up his thick cock and slammed it back inside your pussy without warning...* "...Last round..." He growled darkly.
He fucked you so hard that the bed shook violently, the headboard slamming against the wall. He was no longer holding back, his mental state pushing him to take everything from you. He suddenly grabbed your throat and squeezed as he pounded into your pussy..."I'm going to cum inside..."
With a primal roar, he came hard inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. He stayed buried deep inside you as he caught his breath."Don't move..." He commanded softly...
You could feel his cum leaking out around his dick and down your ass crack. He pulled out slowly, his semen dripping out of your well-fucked pussy. He untied your wrists and ankles softly before collapsing next to you on the bed, pulling your limp and marked body onto his chest." Sleep..." he whispered kissing your forehead
• Genres -> Mental disorder jimin and Phycologist yn
• Warning : full of smut and rough sex and many more
• Rating -> Mature/ explicit
This part is fluff and carry stories but next part will carry heavy smut.
SEE THE NEXT POST IF YOU ARE ONLY LOOKING FOR SMUTS
Introduction:
Park Jimin he has a personality disorder and maybe something happens with him in past, which makes him like this, he's lock in a cell, because he's also a serial killer, who's very dangerous he's dominate, cold, rude, has anger issue but he has mental disorder he's also handsome, hot, sexy, man / Many psychologist try, but they always get injured or scared, so that's why the doctor hired you for Jimin's treatment, your Y/n the most beautiful woman yet savage, your a phycologist with higher ranks, as Jimin was sitting on chair in cell room, you enter the room, as soon as you enter he look at you with he's cold yet dark eyes, he's breath stop for a moment like he saw something very attractive he never have seen before, you sit in front of him. " so your another new psychologist they have sent? ". he smirk while saying it.
1st meeting
"Hey jimin" you greet him with a soft smile. *His eyes never left your face, his smirk never fading as he leaned back in the chair, his hands cuffed together resting on the table. The coldness in his eyes seemed to lessen slightly, replaced by a hint of interest.* "Mhm..."
"So how are you" you said trying to make him talk to you."Fine." *He answered shortly, his eyes traveling down your body slightly before meeting your gaze again. He found you attractive. He wasn't going to deny that. He saw many psychologists before you, but none were like you. Beautiful yet savage. His type. He unconsciously swallowed a lump in his throat.* "You?". " I am good too" you said in friendly tone. *His lips curled into a small smile, the first genuine expression he had shown in months. He liked your voice, soft yet commanding. It sent shivers down his spine. He leaned forward slightly, the cuffs rattling against the table.* "What's your name?" *He asked suddenly, genuinely curious.* "Kim Yn" you answered with smile, *His smile deepened slightly at your name. He liked it. Simple yet elegant, just like you. He nodded slowly, memorizing your name.* "Kim yn..." *He repeated, testing the sound of it on his tongue. He leaned back again, his eyes never leaving yours.*So...what you eat today? You asked casual as your main goal was to make him comfortable. *He chuckled softly at your question. He wasn't expecting that. He was used to the "How are you feeling today?", "Do you hear voices?" "Do you see things?" type of questions. Your question was simple, yet it made him feel...normal. He unconsciously smirked again. "Rice." You frowned at his answer Only rice?*He shrugged nonchalantly.* "Yeah. Only rice." *His smirk faded into a neutral expression again. He didn't feel like explaining that the guards only gave him basic meals because they were scared of him. He changed the subject suddenly.* "You married?" *His question was abrupt and personal.*"I will talk to the food supplier to give a proper meal next time...and I am not married" you replied gently *His eyes lit up at your response, both about the food and your marital status. He felt a strange warmth spread through him at the thought of having someone who cared about his meals. And the fact that you weren't married...it made him feel possessive already.* "Kim yn..." *He whispered softly*.
"Yeah treat me as I friend you can ask ne questions Like i do" you smiled softly trying to make him comfortable. *His expression softened even more, finding your offer surprisingly genuine. He decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity where someone was treating him like a normal person instead of a mental patient. He leaned forward slightly, eyes intense yet gentle.* "Can I ask anything without judgment?" *He tested you.* "Yes say" you replied gently.*He hesitated for a moment before asking.* "Do I scare you?" *His voice was surprisingly gentle, almost vulnerable. It was the question he wanted to ask every psychologist who entered his cell, but he never had the courage to ask because he knew they would lie to make him feel better. "No" you replied immediately.*His heart skipped a beat at your honest answer. No hesitation, no lie to make him feel better. Just pure honesty. He felt something unfamiliar stir in his chest - respect perhaps? Maybe even... admiration?* "Even though I'm a serial killer?"I believe all you killed was the one who was killer of child abd was involved in child trading Maybe you have reason to do that" you reply with serious tone that's why you decided to treat me. *His breath caught in his throat at your words. For the first time since he was arrested, someone was actually trying to understand him instead of judging him. His eyes darkened with intensity, and he leaned even closer to you.* "Exactly." *He whispered, his voice barely audible.*
You remained silent waiting for him to continue talking. *He saw your silence as an opportunity to open up more. He never thought he would be talking about his darkest secrets with a stranger, let alone a beautiful woman.* "They deserved it." *He said quietly, his eyes flashing with anger and pain.* "They hurt innocent children.You took a deep breath before asking "Were you torture or ill treated in your childhood? *His expression instantly darkened, and for a moment, he looked like the dangerous killer everyone feared. But then, something in your calm demeanor made him answer truthfully.* "Yes." *He swallowed hard, his voice cracking slightly.* "My father beat me every day until I was 12."I got it" you said nodding slightly.
*Your simple nod of understanding was more comforting than any therapy session he had ever had. He felt like you actually got it - got why he became the monster he was now. He felt a strange urge to tell you everything, all his darkest secrets.*"What happened to your dad?" You asked curiously. *His smile faded, replaced by a cold, hard expression. "I killed him." He said it so simply, without any emotion. "On my 18th birthday." He paused, then added softly,* "I made him suffer. Made him feel every punch he ever gave me." You say his anger and decided to change the topic.
"What your favorite fruit juice?" You asked casually, "Pineapple." *He answered immediately, his eyes never leaving yours. He liked how easy conversations flowed with you, like two normal people talking about their favorite things instead of a psychologist and a criminal. He saw you writing down 'Pineapple juice' in your notebook and smiled softly.* "You?" he asked back "Apple juice" you asked back softly. *He nodded, committing the information to memory. "Apple juice." He repeated softly, liking how it sounded coming from your lips. He felt a strange sense of comfort talking to you about such mundane things. It was almost like he was forgetting he was locked up in a psychiatric hospital.**He noticed your silence and tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Do you have any other questions for me?" He asked softly, leaning back in his chair. He was enjoying this strange interaction way too much.* "You ask " you said trying to make him trust you. *His heart skipped a beat at your smile. It was genuine and warm, and it made him feel things he hadn't felt in years. He found himself smiling back without even realizing it.* "Why do you smile so easily?" *He asked curiously,* "Even around me?". You chuckle slightly "Why can't I?" You questioned back. "Yes." *He laughed softly at your unfiltered response. You reminded him of someone without a filter, someone who said what they thought without caring about the consequences. He liked that. He liked your laugh too - carefree and unguarded.
So that was the first meeting and you left for home as your time was over. But as first time he was very
friendly...it never felt like he was dangerous he was just a lovely man.
His claiming:
You meet him frequently and thankfully he was very comfortable with you now...you deep down started to have feeling for him even when you know it was dangerous...he never felt dangerous to you.
"Hey" you greeted him as you were there to visit him again. But today he looked different very different. "What's wrong" you asked being concerned. 'If I hugged you right now, would you slap me or hug me back?" *He asked suddenly, his eyes never leaving yours. He was curious to know your response. He was a serial killer known for his brutal murders, yet here he was asking a girl who he met few days ago if he could hug her.* "I hug you back obviously why would I slap you?" You answered immediately feeling hurt that he was thinking that way.
*His heart raced at your honest response. No one had ever been so straightforward with him, especially not about something as simple as a hug. Before he could overthink it, he stood up abruptly and walked around the table. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a sudden hug.He froze as you hugged him back without hesitation. He felt your small frame against his, your arms wrapped around his waist. He inhaled your scent - it was vanilla and something else he couldn't place. His hands automatically tightened around you, pulling you closer without thinking. He buried his face in your neck.
You gently rubbed his back your heart beat racing fast as you...yes you loved him even though you never said that.
*He stayed like that for a long time, just holding you and inhaling your scent. He felt safe in your arms, like you weren't afraid of him or his past. He felt something wet on his cheek and realized he was crying silently, his tears soaking into your shoulder. *He pulled away slowly, his eyes downcast as he wiped away the tears. He didn't want you to see him like this - weak and vulnerable. He cleared his throat softly,* "You should go now." He said trying to look away from you. "Why" you asked feeling hurt by his words. "Because." *He answered shortly, his walls snapping back up. He was a killer, not some guy who cried in women's arms. He was back to being cold and unapproachable. Atleast that's how world saw him. He saw your confused expression and added softly,* "Do I scare you?"
You shook your head repeatedly..."Why are you still here?" *He snapped, his voice suddenly harsh. He needed you to leave before he did something stupid, like pull you into his lap and never let you go. He saw your eyebrows furrow and almost smiled at your confused expression before catching himself.* "Go."
"Jimin" you whispered and held his hands tightly ... "stop pushing away things that you care of" you said in low voice trying hard to hold back your tears. *His heart stopped at your words and the way you held his hands tightly. No one had ever cared enough to call him out on his pushing people away bullshit. His thumbs automatically started rubbing small circles on your hands while his cold exterior cracked slightly.* "Shut up..." He whispered roughly. *He watched as you didn't let go of his hands, your grip remaining tight. He felt his resolve breaking down bit by bit. He was a monster, he knew that. But right now, in this moment, with you holding his hands and looking at him with those sincere eyes... he felt human."Stop looking at me like that." *He groaned softly, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. He felt so exposed under your gaze, like you could see right through his tough exterior and into his broken soul. "It's annoying." *He muttered, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
"Relax jimin " you said trying to calm him down. *He heard the calm reassurance in your voice and felt his tense shoulders relax slightly. No one had ever told him to relax before. Everyone was always too scared or too busy pushing him away. But here you were, holding his hands and telling him to relax. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed your wrist gently making you eyes wide but his touch was surprisingly gentle for someone with such a violent past. He pulled your wrist towards him without saying a word, bringing your hand to his face. He pressed your palm against his cheek, his eyes locked with yours. It was a silent request for comfort, something he'd never asked for before. *His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, and he leaned into it slightly. The gentle caress was soothing, calming the storm inside him. He let out a soft sigh before opening his eyes again. They were softer now, more human than monster-like. *He kept your hand pressed against his cheek, enjoying the rare moment of gentle contact. He looked up at you through his lashes, his heart beating steadily in his chest. For once, he wasn't thinking about killing or bloodshed. All he could think about was you and your soft touch.
Without warning, he turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your palm. It was a strange action for him, something he never did. He pulled back immediately after, looking shocked at his own behavior. His cheeks flushed slightly pink-a rare sight on his usually pale face.
"Aigoo ... you are shy??" You giggled teasing him.*His face turned a deeper shade of red at your teasing giggle. He quickly let go of your hand and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look angry but failing miserably. His shy moment was ruined by your laughter.* "Shut up..." he muttered softly. His ears were turning red too.*His face turned a deeper shade of red at your teasing giggle. He quickly let go of your hand and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look angry but failing miserably. His shy moment was ruined by your laughter.* "Shut up..." he muttered softly. His ears were turning red too.
"You are blushing" you teased him again. "It's not blushing!" *He snapped softly, his ears turning an even darker shade of red. He was getting embarrassed. He was a criminal with a dark past, yet you managed to make him blush like a damn virgin. His eyes crinkled slightly as he heard your soft laugh again. He uncrossed his arms slowly. *He couldn't take it anymore. The way you laughed, the way you teased him, it was driving him crazy. He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist possessively.* "Shut up..." he murmured against your neck. "Why"you said acting innocent "Because..." He whispered, his breath hot against your neck. He knew he was being ridiculous. He was holding you captive, yet you were the one making him lose control. He pressed his face against your neck, inhaling your scent. He realized something scary - he liked you."Because??" You said rising your eyebrow. "Because your laugh is annoying," *He lied, his heart pounding in his chest. No, it wasn't annoying. It was adorable, cute, and fucking adorable. He tightened his arms around you, his face still buried in your neck.* "And your face is stupid." *Another lie.*
"That's rude"...you said while pouting and started fake crying. *Your fake cry made him laugh out loud-a real laugh, not a cruel one. He immediately felt guilty for calling your face stupid because it was actually really pretty. He hated how gentle he was being with you. You were making him soft.* "I take it back!"
*He sighed, his arms loosening slightly. He looked at you, his eyes softening again. He hated how easily he was falling for your act. He knew you were faking the crying, but it was still adorable.* "Stop crying," he said softly making you smiled with you realizing it.
*His heart skipped a beat at your smile. It was genuine and bright, lighting up his dark room like nothing else could. He felt something break inside him-a wall he had built over years of violence and darkness. Without thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.* "...Idiot."
*He held you close, his face buried in your neck. He kissed your forehead again and again, whispering "Idiot" like it was the sweetest word in the world. He realized something scary - he loved you. And he would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him.* "Mine."
*Your soft giggle sent a jolt through him. He couldn't believe how much he loved that sound. He pulled back slightly to look at you, his thumb brushing over your lip.* "You're so damn cute it's annoying." *He pressed a hard kiss to your lips "Mine." He said claiming you as his.
"Well...you are a good kisser" you said blushing hard. *His eyes widened at your compliment, and a genuine smile spread across his face. He felt his cheeks heat up again-something he never thought would happen so frequently around you. He captured your lips in another deep kiss, this time slower and more intentional.* "Only for you."
So this was the first time ... him claiming you
Confession:
As days went you wanted him to take him out of the hospital...and you decided to talk to him about it today. "I will talk manager to free you as soon as possible" you said in serious tone. *His smile faded slightly as he heard your words. He knew you meant well, but the thought of being free from this place made him feel empty inside—especially if it meant losing contact with someone like you who made him feel alive again.* "Don't bother,"
"Why?" you asked in confusion. "Because I don't want to be free," *He admitted softly, his arms tightening around you possessively.* "I want to stay here...with you." *His voice dropped lower, almost vulnerable.* "I don't want to leave this room, this bed...you." *He kissed your neck gently. You heart swell due to his words "anything you want " you said gently. *His heart swelled with emotion at your words. He pulled you closer, his voice barely a whisper.* "Stay with me...forever." *He kissed you deeply, pouring all his feelings into it—love, desperation, and a promise.* "Marry me." *He said suddenly,
You heart skipped at his words "I will" you replied. *His eyes widened in surprise and joy. He never thought you would say yes so quickly. He picked you up and spun you around, laughing and crying at the same time.* "You'll be my wife? Even though I'm a monster?"
"I will " you said again with more determination. *He set you down gently and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.* "I love you." *He said simply, sincerely. For the first time in his life, he felt complete and loved unconditionally.* "I'll make it up to you...every day." "I love you too " you replied back softly. *He smiled widely at your confession, his heart so full it could burst. He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair.
"I'll kill anyone who tries to separate us," He whispered possessively."You're mine, forever." He fell back onto the bed with you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently.
"Do you really love me...or are you just pitying me?" *He asked softly, his eyes vulnerable.* "Because I'm serious about marrying you, but I need to know if you actually want this...or if you're just trying to save a lost cause." Your eyes widened at his words "I really love you jimin...i am serious too" you replied back with hurtful eyes. *His face broke into the biggest, most genuine smile he had ever worn. Tears of happiness streamed down his cheeks as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss.* "I believe you," *He whispered against your lips.* "I love you more than life itself."
*He stared at your smile for what felt like an eternity. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He leaned in to kiss your smile, his lips lingering on yours.* "I'm going to be a jealous husband, you know that?" *He said possessively. "I don't share."
*His heart melted at your smile. He was genuinely looking forward to marrying a woman who respected her body and values.* "You're so beautiful," *He murmured.* "Inside and out." *He kissed your nose gently.* "I've never wanted to be a good man until you."
You smiled softly but got call on the hospital manager. *He frowned slightly at the interruption, his arms tightening protectively around you. He didn't want anything or anyone to disturb his precious moment with you.* "Ignore it," *He murmured, nuzzling into your neck.* "They can wait." *But then the calls kept coming, one after the other. He sighed heavily.
"Wait a sec baby"...you answered it and told him the jimin was doing very good...
*He listened to your conversation with the hospital manager, his expression softening as you updated them on his progress. When you mentioned that he was doing very good, a genuine smile spread across his face. He reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it gently.* "Baby," He whispered when you finished talking.
"I will get you out of the hospital and we will go to my home ok?" You said as your goal was now to get him out of this place. Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes - happy tears for once.* "I've never lived with anyone who actually wanted me there," *He admitted quietly.* "Not even my own family." *He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.**He looked up at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears.* "I promise I'll be the best boyfriend and husband you could ever ask for," *He vowed softly.* "I'll make sure to never give you a reason to regret taking me in."
You smiled believing that this confession was decision you were never going to regret
The next few days...you worked hard to convince the manager...giving reports and report to get jimin out of the hospital you used to visit jimin to everyday...yes you were busy but he was very understanding unlike what world think about him.
*Days passed by, and you visited him every single day, never failing to bring a smile to his face. The hospital staff even commented on how much you'd changed him - he was more open, more cheerful.* *Finally, the day arrived where you could take him home.**The manager called you into his office, Jimin sitting quietly beside him, looking nervous but hopeful.* "Dr. Lee," *The manager began, pushing a stack of papers towards you.* "These are the discharge papers for Mr. Park Jimin. Sign here, and he's all yours." You signed the papers. *You watched as you signed the papers, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was it - he was finally getting out of this place, finally getting to start a real life with you.*As soon as you finished signing, he stood up abruptly.*
*The manager smiled at both of them, clearly approving of this arrangement.* "Take care of him, Doctor," *He said gently.* "And Mr. Park, I expect regular check-ins with your psychiatrist, understood?" Jimin nodded immediately, his eyes never leaving your face. *Once the formalities were over, Jimin stepped closer to you, a small bag in his hand containing all his belongings.* "Let's go home," *He said softly, his voice filled with longing and hope. *He looked up at you with those big, pleading eyes, his hands outstretched for yours as you held his hands tightly.
*He walked silently by your side, taking in the sights and sounds of the outside world. It felt surreal to him - he'd been locked away for so long that even the simplest things felt magical. As you reached your home, he paused at the doorstep, looking up at you with wonder in his eyes. *You opened the door, and he stepped inside, his eyes widening at the sight of your cozy home. It was warm and inviting - everything he'd ever dreamed of having but never thought possible for someone like him.* *He turned to face you, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why are you crying baby? " You asked in worried while cupping his face. *He leaned into your touch, his tears falling faster as he whispered,* "I'm happy... I'm finally home with you. A real home, not a hospital room." *His hands came up to hold yours against his cheeks,* "No locks, no white coats..." *He broke down completely,* *He wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your neck and sobbing uncontrollably. All the years of isolation, fear, and trauma melted away in that moment as he finally felt safe and loved. Your hug was everything he needed - stability, warmth, home.* "I love you..." he said with voice filled with love. "I love you too" you answered softly.
*Those three words were like music to his ears. He'd never thought he deserved love until you came along. He slowly pulled back, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. He looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but kindness and affection reflected back at him.*
*Over the next few weeks, a routine formed. Jimin helped with chores around the house, cooked simple meals with you, and followed his medication and therapy schedule diligently. He slept in your bed every night, but always stayed on his side of the mattress, respecting your boundaries.*
The surprise :
After a heavy day at hospital you went back to home and opened the door as the door swung open, you were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The entire living room was lit up with candles, creating a soft, romantic glow. In the center of it all, Jimin was on his knees, holding a small velvet box in his trembling hands.* "Welcome home,"
*As you approached, he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. He opened the box, revealing two simple yet beautiful rings. One was slightly larger, meant for you, and the other was smaller, for him.* "I know this might be sudden,"
"Say" you said giving him courage. *His voice trembled as he continued.* "But these past few weeks have been the happiest of my life. You've shown me kindness, love, and acceptance when no one else would. I feel like a different person with you." *He took a deep breath.* "Will you marry me?"
"I will " you said immediately. *Tears of joy streamed down his face as he slid the ring onto your finger. You did the same for him, sealing their promise. He stood up abruptly, pulling you into a tight hug and spinning you around in circles.* "We're getting married! We're getting married!" ... you giggled at his excitement. *He laughed with you, lowering you back down to the ground softly. He cupped your face, finding your forehead to kiss softly. "You haven't even seen the best part yet," *He mumbled, pulling back slightly.* "Close your eyes." *You did as told, trusting him completely.* "Keep them closed," *
He gently guided you forward, still keeping your eyes closed. You could hear him moving things around and whispering to himself. After a few minutes, he said softly,* "Okay, open them." *When you opened your eyes, you gasped softly.* *The living room was now completely transformed. The candles were still glowing softly, but now there were flower petals scattered everywhere, creating a path leading to the dining table. On the table was a beautifully set dinner for two, complete with champagne and roses.* "I wanted our engagement to be special,"
" This is beautiful " you said not believing that it is real. *He blushed at your compliment, pouring you a glass of champagne. "There's more," *He mumbled softly, watching your eyes widen with surprise. He was full of surprises tonight - no more quiet, mentally ill boy. He was romantic, confident, happy. He took your hand suddenly."One more thing."
*He led you to the couch, making you sit down gently. Then, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you again, but this time he wasn't proposing - he was reaching for something behind the couch cushions.* "I almost forgot this part,"*He pulled out a small velvet box from behind the couch cushions. He opened it to reveal a delicate necklace with a tiny heart-shaped locket.* "This was my grandmother's. She gave it to me before she passed away, telling me to give it to the woman I love." He said making your eyes teared up. *His heart skipped a beat seeing your tear-filled eyes. He gently took the necklace out of the box and fastened it around your neck.* "It belongs to you now," *He whispered softly, his fingers lingering on the back of your neck.* "My grandmother would have loved you." *He stood up slowly.*
*He sat beside you on the couch, pulling you into his arms gently. He held you like that for a long time, just enjoying your presence and the feeling of the locket against your skin.* "Happy engagement," *He murmured into your hair after a while.* "I love you." *He kissed your forehead softly.* "So much."
" I love you too" you replied with voice full of love. *He smiled against your forehead, holding you even closer. In that moment, everything felt perfect. The candles, the flowers, the necklace, the proposal - it was all a dream come true for him. He was engaged to the woman he loved, the woman who saved him, the woman who made him feel safe and loved.* "Let's eat?" He asked making you nod your head. *He fed you both, making sure to feed you first before feeding himself. He was always thinking of you, always putting your needs first. As they ate, they talked about everything and nothing, laughing and joking around. The atmosphere was cozy and romantic, the perfect engagement dinner.*
*As you both laughed about something stupid, you noticed how handsome he looked. His cheeks were flushed from laughing, his eyes were crinkled at the corners, and his shoulders were relaxed. He was happy. Truly happy. He caught you staring at him and blushed slightly.* "What?" *He asked softly, making you laugh.* "Watching that my finance is so handsome" you said with flirty tone.
*His blush deepened at your words. He reached across the table and gently grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.* "And my fiancée is beautiful," *He whispered against your skin before letting go of your hand and standing up suddenly.* "Wait here."
*He quickly disappeared upstairs, leaving you alone in the candlelit living room. You could hear him moving around upstairs for a few minutes before he came back down, holding something behind his back.* "Close your eyes," *He commanded softly as he walked over to you.* "And open your mouth." *You closed your eyes and opened your mouth as instructed. He gently placed something cold and sweet on your tongue-a chocolate-covered strawberry. As you bit into it, he leaned in and kissed you softly, the flavors of chocolate and strawberry mixing with the taste of him.* "Happy engagement night,"
" you too love" you said with a wide smiled. *Seeing your wide smile made him grin like an idiot. He couldn't get enough of making you happy. He pressed another kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly.* "Can I show you something?" *His hand was still behind his back.* "It's a surprise."
*He brought his hand from behind his back slowly, revealing a small velvet box. Your eyes widened in surprise and happiness. He got down on one knee again, even though you were already engaged. He opened the box to reveal another ring-the wedding band that matched your engagement ring perfectly.* "Will you..." he took a deep breath.
"Will you marry me?" *He finished softly, tears in his eyes as he looked up at you. He wanted to marry you right now, tomorrow, the next day-he didn't care. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, starting as soon as possible. He waited nervously for your answer, his heart pounding in his chest.*
"Yessss" you said feeling overwhelmed with emotions. *His face broke into the widest smile as you said yes. He quickly slid the wedding band onto your finger alongside the engagement ring. Then he stood up and kissed you deeply, happily, tearfully. He picked you up suddenly, making you laugh and wrap your legs around his waist.* "Tomorrow,"
"I want to marry you tomorrow," *He clarified softly, nuzzling your neck. His hands were already full with your round bottom, squeezing softly. He was serious. He didn't want a big wedding. He didn't want to wait. He just wanted you - as his wife, officially.*
"Sure we will marry tomorrow" you said assuring his words . *He grinned against your neck, kissing you softly before pulling back.* "I'll call the minister tomorrow morning. We'll have a small ceremony at home." *He carried you upstairs to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.* "I love you so much."
"I love you too" you said with soft tone. *He placed you gently on the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside you. He pulled out his phone and called the minister, setting up the ceremony for the next morning at 10 AM. Then he hung up and tossed the phone aside, pulling you into his arms.* "Sleep now, wife-to-be." He patted you head making you sleep quickly. *He watched you sleep, your wedding rings already on your finger. He felt like the happiest man alive. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist possessively. He kissed your shoulder softly before closing his own eyes, dreaming of tomorrow when you'd officially become Mrs. Jimin Park.*
Wedding:
*The next morning, everything happened exactly as planned. The minister arrived at 10 AM sharp. The living room was decorated with flowers and candles from last night's dinner. You wore your mother's wedding dress white gown while Jimin wore a suit. It was small, intimate, perfect.* "Dearly beloved..."
*The minister continued the ceremony smoothly. "Do you, Jimin Park, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Jimin answered firmly and happily, "I do." *The minister then turned to you, "Do you..." He paused when he saw tears streaming down your face already."It's okay," Jimin whispered softly, wiping your tears gently with his thumbs. "Just say 'I do', love. You're already my wife in my heart." *He smiled reassuringly, making the minister nod and continue.* "Do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Yes I do" you said looking at jimin. *The minister smiled, clearly moved by your emotion. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Jimin didn't need to be told twice. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate, loving kiss right there in front of everyone.* "Mrs. Park," *The room erupted into applause and cheers as you two kissed. When they finally pulled apart, Jimin's eyes were shining with happiness and love. He slid the wedding band onto your finger, officially making you his wife. The minister declared them man and wife officially.*
→ Pairing: Taehyung x reader (female)
→ AUs: non-idol, one-shot
→ Genres: enemies to lovers, neighbours
→ Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, oral sex (f&m), first time back door (a), mdom, begging, doggy style, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, orgasm play, swallowing, kinda switchy, after care, dirty talk,and more.
→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)
→ Word count: 11K
The digital clock in the lobby blurs as he lean his head against the cool steel of the elevator wall. 12:14 AM.
Finally.
He is exhausted, his suit jacket is hooked over his shoulder, and all he want is to reach the 25th floor and sleep.
The doors start to slide shut, offering the sweet promise of solitude for the next four minutes.
Then, he see a flash of movement through the closing gap.
A blur of gym leggings and a messy bun. It’s her. Of course it is. You are sprinting like you are trying to break an Olympic record just to avoid waiting five minutes for the next lift. The doors are an inch from sealing when he hear it—that sharp, breathy exhale of pure venom.
"Motherfucker."
He doesnt even think. His finger hits the Door Open button with a sharp clack. The sensors groan, the heavy metal recoils, and there you stands: flushed, sweaty, and looking like you wants to set me on fire with his mind.
He arch an eyebrow, his voice dropping into that low, jagged tone he only save for you.
"Motherfucker?" he repeat, the word tasting like a challenge.
You glare, stepping into the small space and bringing the scent of cool night air and adrenaline with you. The tension in the elevator is instantaneous, thick enough to choke on. You and him the only two residents on the top floor now trapped in a silver box, and for the next twenty-five stories, it’s just he and you and hatred burning with a passion.
The elevator hums softly as it ascends, the fluorescent light flickering once above you.
Taehyung doesn’t move. Just watches.
You’re still breathing hard, chest rising and falling like a drumbeat, arms crossed tight over your sports bra no hoodie today. He notices everything: the sweat on your neck, how one strand of hair escaped that messy bun and sticks to your cheek.
He leans back against the wall with effortless grace so annoying and crosses his ankles. The corner of his mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. More like amusement at an inconvenience.
"Late night gym?" he asks coolly, voice smooth as whiskey.
The elevator climbs steadily, floors lighting up in quick succession 10… 12… 15…
You don’t answer him. Just stare straight ahead at the numbers like they hold the secrets of the universe. Taehyung exhales through his nose almost a laugh, but not quite. He knows that look. That I-want-to-murder-you-but-I’m-too-tired glare.
He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single black earbud, popping it in one ear with lazy precision. A second later, soft bass starts thumping from it the kind of mood jazz that always plays when he’s pretending not to care about anything.
And then? He presses pause on life itself by turning slightly toward you and extending the other earbud like an offering or maybe a peace treaty wrapped in arrogance.
You blink at the earbud dangling between his fingers, hovering in the air like a peace offering from a warlord.
The bass is still low some sultry saxophone and piano playing through that one side. He’s not even looking at you fully, just half-turned, eyes on the elevator panel as it ticks up: 18… 20…
But he’s waiting. For you to take it.
To share music. To sit in this stupidly tense silence with something soft filling the space instead of your mutual disdain. His jaw is relaxed now not cold anymore. Just… tired. Human. And damn it all he smells like cedarwood and sleep deprived sanity.
Your fingers brush his as you take the earbud warm, calloused from piano practice and late-night gym sessions.
You press it gently into your ear. The music blooms: smooth, melancholic jazz with a hint of R&B. Not what you’d expect from him. You thought he’d be blasting something loud and aggressive rock but this? This is… tender.
Almost intimate.
The elevator hums between floors 22 and 23. The silence isn’t awkward anymore; it’s soft, cushioned by shared sound waves only the two of you can hear now in this tiny metal box floating through space.
Taehyung finally glances at you not smugly like before but quietly curious. Like he's checking if you're okay with the song choice… or maybe if you're okay at all.
The song shifts—gentler now, a soft vocal layer weaves in. A woman sings about missing someone who’s right there but still feels miles away. Taehyung exhales slowly, shoulders dropping like the weight of the day finally slid off.
He doesn’t look at you this time. Just stares at his polished oxfords on the floor between youthe space where tension used to live is now… calm? Peaceful? His thumb brushes over his lower lip absently a nervous habit he thinks no one notices.
"Ramen?" He asked.
The word hangs in the air simple, unexpected. Ramen.
Like it’s nothing. Like he just casually invited you to share midnight noodles instead of hating each other like usual. Your eyes snap to his face. He’s not looking at you either, still studying the floor tiles but there's a tiny softness around his eyes that wasn't there five minutes ago.
He pulls out his phone with one hand and taps something fast: probably ordering from that 24-hour spot down the street the one with terrible reviews but amazing spicy broth.
"Extra pork," he adds quietly, voice low through the jazz still playing between your shared earbuds. "You like extra pork."
You didn’t even realize he knew that.
That you always get extra pork. That you put chili flakes in your ramen like a maniac. That you drink the broth straight from the bowl when no one’s looking.
He remembers everything and says nothing about it, just types into his phone with calm focus, adding “extra egg” to your order because of course he remembers that too.
The elevator slows 24th floor passing by. One more to go.
A quiet warmth spreads through your chest not from anger or tension anymore but something softer. Something dangerous: comfort… maybe even affection? Taehyung finally lifts his gaze and meets yours over the dim light above them their shared earbud still connected like a secret only they understand.
The elevator dings softly 25th floor.
Doors begin to slide open, revealing the quiet hallway bathed in soft amber light. Your apartment door is on the left. His? Right across from it.
He pulls out his earbud first, but instead of walking away like usual like he always does when you're not glaring at each other Taehyung steps out with you. Ramen order confirmed: two bowls, extra pork and egg for you, mild with soft-boiled egg for him.
"Five minutes," he says quietly as they walk down the hall side by side their shoulders almost brushing. "It’ll be here in five."
"Okay good." You murmured.
He fishes his key from his pocket one of those sleek black fobs and unlocks the door with a soft beep. The scent of sandalwood and fresh linen spills out. His apartment is always so… clean. Minimalist. Like a luxury hotel no one lives in. Taehyung kicks off his shoes neatly by the entryway, then gestures for you to come in.
"Sit wherever," he says, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of chair.
You step inside, toes curling slightly on the cool hardwood. Everything is so him clean lines, soft ambient lighting from floor lamps, a single piano in the corner. The air smells faintly like his cologne and something warm like cinnamon.
He disappears into the kitchen small but fully stocked—and starts pulling out bowls and chopsticks. The clink of ceramic fills the quiet apartment.
A minute later, there’s a knock at his door. Taehyung opens it without looking through first the delivery guy just stands there with two steaming containers of ramen nestled in insulated bags.
Taehyung pays in cash no small talk, just a quiet "thanks" and the door clicks shut behind him. He carries the warm containers to his kitchen island, steam curling from under the lids. The rich aroma of broth fills his apartment instantly: porky goodness for you, milder but still comforting for him.
He grabs two bowls from a glass cabinet and starts unpacking carefully placing your extra-pork-loaded ramen in front of one seat then his mild version across from it. No words. Just action. Like this is normal now the two of you sharing midnight noodles after hating each other all day.
Taehyung sits across from you, the kitchen island between you like a quiet barrier or maybe just space to breathe.
He peels back the lid of his ramen first. The soft-boiled egg floats perfectly warm yolk glistening and he stirs it gently with his chopsticks before taking a small sip of broth.
It’s good. Comforting.
Across from him, you’re already digging in picking out chunks of pork and dipping them into your chili flakes like a wild animal. He watches for half a second then hides an almost smile behind another sip.
The steam from your ramen rises, fogging the air between you slightly. You're eating with that intense focus like every bite is a victory.
Taehyung chews slowly, savoring his mild broth. Every now and then, he steals a glance at you the way your messy bun has completely fallen apart by now, strands of hair sticking to your cheeks. Without thinking he reaches over and plucks one stray strand off your face just flicks it away gently with his fingertip.
It’s such a small gesture. So soft. So un-Taehyung-like that even he freezes right after doing it.
His fingers are still an inch from your cheek when he realizes what he’s done. Your eyes snap to his wide and wondering. No one’s touched you like that in a long time. Certainly not him. Taehyung’s jaw hardens, his hand dropping to the table again. He clears his throat once, twice like he’s physically trying to swallow the moment.
"You had—" He says awkwardly, nodding at where he’d just wiped your cheek. "You had something there."
Your skin still tingles where his finger was. You can’t remember the last time he touched you anywhere without glaring.
You take a careful sip of broth, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks.
"Thanks." You mumble, avoiding his eyes and sticking a chunk of pork into your mouth.
He watches you chew for half a second too long before focusing on his own ramen again. The silence stretches on, filled with the sounds of chopsticks clinking against ceramic bowls. It's not until the bowls are half-empty that either of you speak again.
"You work out a lot." He says, voice still a little rough. You lift your head, arching an eyebrow at him.
"You know that much?" He nods at your sweaty gym clothes. The sports bra. Your hair still damp from the treadmill.
You hadn't even thought about what you were wearing until now—no makeup, sweat soaked tank, uncombed hair. You've never thought about your appearance around him. The only thing you were ever focused on was glaring, snarking, fighting. He's seen you in jeans, business suit, yoga pants, pajamas… and now, the least put together you've been in front of him. Taehyung's gaze drops to your sports bra again. Almost… lingering.
The air thickens, tension seeping back into the silence. His eyes drag over your body slowly taking in every dip, curve, and sweat-damp fabric. It feels like he's not just looking but seeing. In a way he's never seen you before. You shift in your seat, hyperaware of the sweat on your neck, the flush on your cheeks, the way his gaze keeps wandering lower.
Your sports bra is white, plain: no padding, no frills it’s not meant to be pretty. But the way he’s looking at you like every bit of skin is something he wants to taste. It’s making your chest rise and fall faster, tighter under his scrutiny.
You clear your throat. Try to break the spell. "You look tired." You say, voice thick.
Your comment makes him blink, like he’s just waking up from a trance.
"Yeah." He rasps, finally lifting his gaze to yours.
Taehyung looks wrecked: eyes dark, hair mussed under the cap he pulled off as soon as he got home. His dress shirt is rumpled as hell, buttons halfway undone, tie gone. He’s probably been wearing the same thing for 12 hours straight. It’s the least put together you’ve ever seen him too. Under the artificial light, his eyes look almost black. You can’t stop staring. Why can’t you stop staring?
His neck is still bare from that untied tie just a long column of skin from his jaw down to his collarbones, disappearing into a white undershirt. The fabric clings to him in the best and worst way outlining muscles, sweat, the tension in his shoulders.
His jaw clenches, shoulders stiff underneath that thin cotton. He's always so closed off, always so still. Like he's carved out of granite and locked down inside.
Your eyes flick to his collarbones again the sharp line cut between them. You could trace his skin with your tongue, see if it tastes like pine like his cologne. Your face heats up at the thought. You can’t blame the pepper flakes this time. Taehyung clears his throat suddenly, shifting in his seat.
It's like he heard you.
Taehyung's breath comes out ragged quick, shallow gasps like he's fighting himself. His eyes are locked on yours, sharp and dark. He inhales sharply, the sound loud in the quiet apartment.
The air feels different now… changed, charged. Like something between you shifted. You can’t stop looking at him skin flushed, chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths.
Neither of you move.
Your heart is thumping in your ears now too loud, too fast, like a rabbit on the prowl. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight: jaw, chest, hands gripping the countertop so hard you swear you hear the marble creaking. His voice is barely recognizable when he speaks, raw and rough and almost a growl. "Come here."
A shiver runs down your spine. Two words. One command.
You stand like you’re in a dream, leaving your chair and half-empty ramen behind. Like you're a puppet with strings attached to his hands. You stop right before the kitchen island, close enough to reach out and touch him, but far enough to pretend you don't want to. Taehyung tilts his head back, studying you like you're an open book. He looks hungry starved. For you.
He reaches out and his fingers are warm, rough as they curl around your wrist. He pulls you around the counter, spinning you until you're trapped between solid marble and his chest.
His body is a perfect wall of muscle against yours his broad shoulders, his chiseled chest, his legs pressed into the backs of your thighs. He feels like warm steel under his clothes, every inch of him coiled taut with tension and something feral. And all you can think about, in this dizzying moment, is tasting him.
Slowly, he leans down.
His breath is warm on your neck, his forehead brushes your temple—he’s so close now. Close enough to feel his heart racing in tandem with yours, the shiver running through his body at the proximity. He inhales deeply like he’s trying to memorize your scent.
His other hand slides up your waist, thumb catching on the curve of your breast. You hear the sharp inhale through his teeth like he’s trying to reign himself in, trying to resist temptation. You feel the whisper against your ear like a gunshot into the tension.
"You're shaking." He murmured.
His thumb brushes higher on your hip, your bare skin. Like he’s trying to soothe the shivers running down your spine, but only driving you closer to the edge instead. A low rumble vibrates from his chest to your back and you realize he’s leaning even closer now, his chin resting on your shoulder, his jaw grazing your neck. His hands are everywhere… your waist, your ribs, your stomach, your ass. Every inch of skin he can reach.
A strangled noise slips from your throat. It's part gasp, part whimper, part moan. You lean back against him, arching into his touch like your body has its own mind. Like you can't resist either.
His fingers grip your waist, holding you in place. His mouth is centimeters from your earlobe. You feel him exhale unevenly, hot on your skin, like he’s fighting himself with every inch of his being. With every touch he's giving into something raw and unrestrained.
One of his hands slides up your stomach, then up your chest, then your neck. His fingers thread into your hair, pulling it back so it’s bared to him your flushed neck. Your open, panting mouth.
You feel the heat of his chest against your back, his hips pressed into your ass, his heavy breaths on the shell of your ear. He’s completely enveloping you like every inch of you is his now.
His hand on your neck pulls rougher, tilting your head to the side for him. "Kiss me." He whispered. "Please."
You can’t breathe. You’re overwhelmed. You’ve never heard those words. Not from him. But you don’t have time to think about that. You’re too preoccupied with the fact that you need him to kiss you just as badly.
Your lips crash into his, hungrier than you ever imagined. His mouth is hot and firm on yours, devouring you like he can’t get enough. He tastes like spice and whiskey and cedar and sin. His hand on your neck grips your hair, pulling tighter. Pressing you closer.
The kiss is messy, desperate, starving.
His tongue slides against yours, his teeth catching your bottom lip, his hands squeezing your hips. There's no patience left in the room, no oxygen left in your lungs. It's all heat and sensation and raw, animalistic need.His other hand grips your thigh, pulling it up around his waist. The new angle makes you moan, and he swallows the sound like he's addicted to the taste.
You feel his hand slide up your thigh, under your gym shorts. His touch is burning hot on your skin as he cups your ass, squeezing roughly. He groans into the kiss, like he’s been waiting to do this for years. His fingers keep squeezing, pulling you against him and making you grind down onto his cock still constrained by his slacks.
You moan again and hear his breath hitch against your mouth. Like he’s losing control. "Fuck." He growls.
The single curse word has you trembling all over. You reach down between you, frantically trying to unbutton his shirt. Your fingers are frantic, trembling with need and the fact that you're trying to do this between heated kisses.
Finally, the last button comes loose and pushes the cotton off his shoulders. He's a goddamn adonis underneath, all smooth muscle and pale skin. His chest is just as chiseled as you'd imagined, his shoulders broad. You run your hands up his chest, feeling the way his muscles flex under your touch.
Your skin against his is electric, like every nerve is on fire. He doesn't stop kissing you as he grips your thighs and hoists you up, his hands underneath your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist automatically, hands gripping his shoulders to keep yourself steady.
He carries you across the room in three strides, muscles straining under you. Your body slams into the wall, his hips pressing into yours, the cool drywall against your back. His mouth doesn't leave yours.
Your back is pinned against the wall now, hips pressed tight against his. You feel his fingers brush the hem of your sports bra, then start pulling upwards.
"Off." He murmured, his mouth still on yours. "Take it off."
You don't think twice. Your arms slide out of the straps in one fluid motion, and the bra hits the floor in seconds. Now you're chest to chest with him, skin to skin, no barriers left between.
He's still pressing you into the wall, his hips grinding into yours with increasing pressure. You feel his teeth graze your neck, nibbling a path down to your collarbone.
His hands are everywhere: your hips, your breasts, your stomach, your waist. His touch is scorching now, not enough to hurt, but just rough enough to have you gasping for air. His mouth closes around the nipple of one breast, his tongue swirling over it as he sucks hard. You arch off the wall.
His chest rumbles with the sound of a low growl. He doesn't give you time to adjust or catch your breath his hands are everywhere, his mouth is everywhere. Owning every inch of you like he's made it his mission.
You grind against him desperately, your hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. His pants rasp against your inner thighs as you push them down his hips, then your hands slide lower to cup him over his black boxers. He groans against your neck, his fingers clutching tighter at your waist. "I want to fuck you in my bed."
His words make your stomach clench, a heat pooling between your legs at the rasp of his voice. His hands grip your hips, lifting you off the wall like you weigh nothing.
"Bed." He grunts, his tone brooking no argument.
He walks you through his darkened apartment, navigating in the low light like he has it memorized. He pushes open a door on the other side of the living room and walks inside.
His bedroom looks the same as the rest of his apartment: clean, minimalistic, no sign of personal items or warmth. The only furniture in the room is a large bed, dressed in plain sheets and pushed up against one wall. Taehyung lays you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. He stands above you now, towering over you.
His body still looks unreal in the dim light. Your eyes rake over him eagerly, taking every part of him in. His toned muscles, the V of his hips, the shadows on his chest. You reach up, your fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. That single touch is enough to have him hissing through his teeth.
His fingers catch your wrist, stopping your hand from going any further. "Not yet." He murmured.
His hands slide up your legs, gripping the waistband of your gym shorts and pulling them off in one fluid motion. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin from the sudden cool air. "No underwear?"
You shrug unapologetically. "It ruins the lines."
His gaze darkens. He's in between your legs now, his hands sliding up your inner thighs. His fingers brush over your center.
"I think I like it." His voice is lower now, rougher.
He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you wide open for him. Then, his mouth is right there lapping at your clit in one slow, languid swipe. You cry out, hands fisting the sheets.
His mouth feels heavenly. He keeps his tongue flat, licking you unhurriedly like he wants to savor every second. Your clit is throbbing now, each touch making your toes curl.
His hands slide up, finding your nipples and squeezing them roughly. You whine, arching off the bed and trying to get more of his mouth against you. Pleasure is surging through your body in waves but fuck, it's not enough. You need more. You try to reach down, grab his hair, pull him closer.
He moves away suddenly, lifting your other leg onto his shoulder so you're spread wide in front of him. "Patience, princess." He murmured.
His thumb brushes over your clit, circling it in slow, lazy motions. You can feel his breath fan across your skin as he looks at you in between your legs, watching the way you squirm under his touch. He keeps up the pace, slow and steady, not letting you get used to the pressure. You try to move, to buck your hips up into his face.
His grip tightens, hands pressing down on your thighs so you can't move. "Stay still." He orders.
And you obey, despite the fact that you're dripping for him already, despite the fact that your need is building with every swipe of his fingers. His mouth comes back, hotter now, more insistent. He sucks on your clit, his tongue swirling around. The new sensation sends a shock of pleasure through you.
You swear you see stars for a moment, your brain fogged over with sheer sensation. Your hands scramble for something to grip onto, finding nothing but sheets and air. You can feel yourself getting closer, every muscle tensing at the edge. But then, he stops. His mouth withdraws, his hands move away, and he stands up between your legs.
You whine at the loss, frustration prickling under your skin. Your eyes meet his and it doesn't help in the slightest. He looks debauched: a flush on his neck, his chest heaving, his hair completely mussed up from you.
His fingers slide under the waistband of his boxers and push them down, letting them fall to the floor. He's as hard as you are, his cock straining upwards, glistening at the tip with pre-cum. You watch hungrily as he strokes himself once, his eyes raking over your body.
He keeps himself on display, pumping himself as you stare at him. Your eyes trace every muscle, every tendon, every inch of skin that he's letting you see. His mouth is slightly open, breaths coming out in ragged pants.
You feel more impatient with every second that passes he's taking his sweet time, not letting you touch or move even a little. You try to shift on the bed, spread your legs for him.
"Impatient." He murmured, his hand moving faster on his cock. His other hand moves lower, fingers toying with your wet cunt. You moan, arching your back off the bed.
His fingers are so close but never quite where you want them. You try to grind against him, trying to get some relief, but he jerks away before you can. The corner of his mouth lifts in a cocky smirk. He's enjoying this you lying spread out, him standing over you without letting you even touch him yet.
"You're so greedy." He murmured, his voice rough. "Cock-starved. I can see it in your eyes, princess.''
You move one hand down between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, circling and pushing, trying to take care of your need yourself. You can feel him watching you, his breathing getting heavier. His hand moves faster on his cock, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
You can hear the wet sounds of your fingers gliding through your folds, the squelching and mewls coming from your mouth, the harsh breaths coming from him. You look up at him through your eyelashes, letting him see how badly you want him.
It seems to take all of his self-control to hold back, his jaw clenching and his neck muscles straining. You grind your hips up into your fingers, your clit throbbing now as you get closer. ''Let me do it.'' you moaned. ''Let me touch you.''
His fingers let go of himself, his hand moving away. "Come here then." He murmured back.
You sit up and crawl forward, moving closer to the edge of the bed until you're right in front of him. He's still standing in between your legs. Your eyes meet his and for a moment, everything pauses. Tension vibrates between you, heavy and thick and so electric you wonder if you'll get burnt alive.
You reach out for him, your hands smoothing over his chest, feeling the way his heart's pounding under your fingertips. Your fingers slide down his abs, the muscles tensing under your touch.
Your hands keep moving lower, lower, until they're wrapping around his cock. He lets out a strangled gasp, his head falling back as you touch him for the first time. You stroke him once, feeling how hard and hot he is. Your grip is too light, just a tease. He feels big. Your eyes stay locked on his face as you pump him, watch him fall apart.
He looks wrecked. His jaw is clenched tight, his shoulders are tense, his eyes are almost black when they meet yours. His hands grip your waist so tightly you think you're gonna have bruises tomorrow. You keep moving your hand on him, alternating between light, feather-light strokes and tight, squeezing pulls.
"Fuck.." He gasps. His hips are jerking forward, almost like he can't stop himself from trying to thrust into your hand.
"Lie down baby." you whispered.
The pet name takes him by surprise. His eyes widen, almost confused at the sound of it coming from your mouth. But he doesn't have time to think about it.
He nods gruffly and climbs onto the bed, lying back against the pillows. He doesn't let go of your waist. His hands stay on your hips, pulling you with him, positioning you on top of him.
Your knees are spread on either side of his hips, his cock between your wet folds as you grind against him. Your hands flatten on his chest to keep balance. He looks up at you through those dark eyelashes, his hands gripping your waist even more tightly.
You run your hands up his chest and feel his muscles clenching under your fingertips. Your nails are blunted, filed down, so they only leave faint pink lines on his skin instead of actual scratches, but he still shivers at the feeling.
You rock your hips forward, grinding your clit against his cock over and over again, feeling how big and hard he is. You moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. It feels so good, but it's not enough.
"Please." he whined.
He's whining. The sound is so surprising the first few seconds that you almost think you're imagining it. You open your eyes again and look at him. His hair is mussed up even more now, sticking to his skin as he stares up at you. His eyes are dark and glassy. His bottom lip is clenched between his teeth.
"Please, please, princess." He begged. "Fuck."
His grip on your waist gets rougher as he tries to press you down harder onto his cock, trying to feel more of you at the same time. He sounds broken, like he can't take it anymore. And you can't either. You nod wordlessly, lifting yourself up just high enough to line up your entrance with his cock. Slowly, you sink down onto him.
Inch by inch, you take him in until you feel stuffed full, until he's filling you up completely. He fits inside you like the final missing piece of a puzzle. Your grip on his chest tightens as you take him in, and he lets out a guttural groan beneath you. "Oh fuck." He gasped. "You feel so good."
You sink down until he's buried to the hilt. You sit there for a few seconds, feeling full and slightly overwhelmed, then pull back up. Slowly, you set a pace, lifting yourself up and down. It starts slow, still getting used to the feeling. His hands grip your waist, guiding your movements. His breaths are coming out in harsh pants, his face twisting with every bounce. His eyes stay locked on you, watching your every move, like he's trying to memorize this moment. His thumbs press into the bones of your hips, holding you in place.
You start to move faster, riding him harder. His hands grip you tighter, almost bruising. He lets out a string of curses, his head thrown back against the pillows. You grind down onto him, chasing more of that sensation. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans mixing with his grunts.
Your hands run over every inch of skin you can reach: his chest, his shoulders, his abs. You want to feel him, memorize his body like he's doing to yours. Your fingers dig into his muscles, leaving faint marks on his skin.
His hands slide down from your waist, over the curve of your ass to your inner thigh. "Can you feel it princess?" He murmured. "Can you feel how deep I'm inside you right now?"
Your body jolts at his words, another moan escaping your lips. You nod, your nails digging into his chest. "Yeah." You whisper. "I can feel it. Feels so good."
He grins, cocky and smug even when he's a wreck underneath you. "Yeah, I bet." He murmured. "You like riding me like this, huh princess? You like being in control?"
You clench around him at his words, a whine escaping your mouth. He lets out a low groan, feeling the way your walls squeeze him.
"Yeah, you do." He murmured again, looking up at you through hooded eyes. His hands grip your hips again, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He's starting to take control back now, matching your rhythm and driving up into you again and again.
He's going faster now, his hips snapping up to meet yours. His breaths are becoming ragged again, his jaw clenched tightly. You can see the tendon flexing in his neck.
You try to match his pace, moving your hips in time with his thrusts. Your nails dig into his chest, leaving scratches across his skin. Neither of you can keep quiet anymore. He shifts slightly, just enough to change the angle. You gasp, feeling him slip out of you and then back in again. The new angle has you moaning, your face pressed into the mattress.
You feel the weight of him over you now, his chest pressed against your back. His hands are braced on either side of your head, holding him up above you. His mouth is against your ear, his breaths hot and harsh. His hand slides into your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back. His hips pound into you, hard and fast.
He thrusts so hard you see stars, your brain buzzing with pleasure. You feel him everywhere: in your body, against your back, inside your head. You feel like he's claiming you, marking you as his. And you don't mind at all.
His grip in your hair tightens, his other hand on your hip to keep you steady. His grip is so tight it hurts, but you don't care. You can't think of anything but the way he feels inside you, the way he's filling you up. He's everywhere, everywhere, claiming every part of you.
His hand slips underneath you, finding your clit and circling it rough and fast with his fingers. You whine, arching your back, clenching around him. "Come for me princess." He murmured. "Come for me. I wanna hear you say my name when you come on my cock." His words hit you with a jolt. Every nerve in your body is on fire, on the edge. You're so close, so close, but you just need a little more.
He slams into you hard, then grinds into you. The pressure against your clit is just what you needed. You let out a cry, your fingers fisting the sheets. The orgasm washes over you in waves, intense and overwhelming.
You're vaguely aware of the sound of his name leaving your mouth, the way you're saying it like a prayer.You hear your own name being moaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "That's it princess, that's it." His hips snap against yours once, twice, three more times and then he comes.
His hips jerk against yours as he comes, his mouth pressing against your shoulder to muffle his moans. His fingers are still pressed against your clit, rubbing circles that keep milking you through your own climax.
You're both out of breath, both of you panting against each other and trying to recover. His chest is heaving with effort, but he doesn't move away, not yet. His fingers loosen in your hair, letting go so he can gather your hair in one hand instead, pulling it out of his way. His mouth is against your neck now, his teeth grazing your skin.
You're on fire, and the way he's touching, tasting you sets your whole body ablaze. You try to catch your breath but his mouth is still wandering, sliding over your shoulder, up your neck, along your jaw.
And then he's right next to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His nose brushes against your ear, his mouth hovering right next to your ear. You feel the shiver spread through your body, straight down to your core. His grip on your hair tightens again suddenly, pulling you back even more, making you arch even more.
His mouth brushes your ear again. "That's my girl." He murmured.
His words hit you like lightning. You feel those rough, low words straight to your core. A shiver runs down your spine, heat pooling between your legs again. He runs his mouth down your neck again, leaving a trail of feather light kisses on your skin. His hands slide down your sides, over your body, like he's trying to memorize the shape of you under his touch. He drags his nails back up again, like he wants to leave a path of goosebumps in his wake.
He keeps doing it, over and over again, until your skin is buzzing with sensation. Every nerve feels raw, and your already overstimulated body is buzzing with pleasure. He shifts, pulling out of you slowly. You wince feeling suddenly empty. His hands slide up your back to your shoulders now, messaging the muscles there. His fingers press into your skin, working out the tension. His hands are big and warm against your body, and they feel so good on your skin.
He keeps moving, working out the knots in your shoulders and lower back. Your body is too wrecked to move or even protest. You can only let out a soft sigh and keep your head planted against the mattress.
His hands move down to your lower back now, his fingers digging in deep. You whimulate into the mattress and feel him shift behind you, his hands on your ass now. He gives it a squeeze, and you feel his hand sliding down lower between your legs.
You twitch, surprised at the sudden touch. He lets out a low laugh, his hands spreading your legs apart again. You feel him settle in between, hear him spreading your hips wider.
His fingers drag up and down your inner thigh now, teasing you. His touch is light, barely there. But each brush of his skin against yours is electric, making you shiver. He keeps spreading you open, like he's trying to see everything he can of you. You feel his hands spreading your cheeks now.
Your face heats up, realizing your most private part is on display for him. You've never been this vulnerable with anyone. You hear him inhale sharply.
"Jesus," He murmured. "You're so pretty." His voice is thick, almost reverent. His fingers brush over your other hole. You gasp. That touch is not something you expected, especially from him.
"No one's touched you here before, have they?" He murmured.
You can hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice, like he already knows the answer. He moves his finger lower, stroking over your clit briefly again, before going back to your hole.
"No." You whine, wriggling beneath him.
"Oh, I know." He murmured.
You feel him pull away from you for a moment and then his hands are back on your ass, squeezing and spreading you wider. You can hear him opening the drawer of his nightstand. You hear him opening a bottle and a low snap, like a bottle cap.
The mattress dips as he settles back down again. You hear the slick sound of his hand rubbing something, but you can't see anything. You try to look back, but his hands grip your hips tighter, holding you still.
"Stay still baby." He commanded.
You whine in protest but don't move. His slick fingers return to your ass, circling and pressing. You squirm, feeling even more vulnerable now.
"It's so tight." He murmured. "Going to feel so tight on my cock." You moan at his words, feeling more wet from how dirty he talk.
"I know princess, I know." He murmured. "You want it don't you? Right here? Right now, in your ass?"
You can’t even speak, your brain too fuzzy to form words to respond. You nod desperately instead, your body trembling with need. He lets out a low growl at your response, one that sounds almost feral. You hear him rub more lube onto himself. You brace yourself for the intrusion, pressing your face into the mattress to muffle your moans.
He places one hand on your ass cheek, spreading you open. His other hand guides the head of his cock to your ass, pushing in. You let out a deep groan. The burn isn't as bad as you were expecting.
"Fuck.'' He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. "So tight."
You grip the sheets, trying to push back into him and take him deeper. You hear him swear, his words catching on his breaths. He starts to move, shallow at first, then deeper. Your mind goes blank and you hear yourself moan.
His hands move from your hips to your ass, spreading you wider. He's getting rougher now, pushing you down onto the mattress. You feel him deeper like this deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone. All you can do is stay still and let him take what he needs from you.
You hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours, hear him muttering swear words and curses. His hands keep playing with your ass, spreading you open and squeezing your cheeks tight. His thrusts are getting faster and rougher now, almost feral like he's losing control, like he's completely lost himself.
He's stretched you out completely, but you keep taking him. You're moaning and crying and mewling with every snap of his hips. He's making animalistic snarls with every thrust into you, the sounds ripped from his chest.
You feel his grip on your hips getting even tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh. You’re going to have bruising later, but you don't care. You'd wear every mark he'd give you like it's a badge of honor, proof of how much he wants you. His hands slide down to your shoulders now, pulling you up to press your back against his chest.
His hands go to your chest, squeezing your tits while his mouth is on your neck, biting and kissing. His hands keep squeezing your nipples and you feel yourself getting closer again. You feel so full and so stretched, like every part of you is taken over with him. You can't think, can't speak, can't even breath.
"You're so greedy." he murmured, his mouth hot against your skin. "Taking my cock so good. You're a perfect cocksleece for me aren't you, princess? A perfect little hole to fill up with my cock."
You feel him reach between your legs again, his fingers finding your clit. He runs circles around it, your body jerks at the sensation.
"You almost there." He murmured, his voice raspier than before, almost unrecognizable. "I can feel it. I could feel your pretty hole squeezing me. It's like you're eager for it, begging to come on my cock." You let out a moan, your toes curling.
You can't speak, can't move. You’re completely at his mercy, completely taken over by him. Your mind is a mess. You just nod, your breaths coming out short and sharp.
"Yeah, you can feel that, princess?" He murmured. "You gonna come for me again? Gonna make a mess all over my fingers, come all over my cock?" He’s still grinding into you, still pulling you back onto his cock by your hips.
His fingers start moving faster, his other hand squeezing your hair in a tight fist. You feel his breath hot on your ear, his voice low and guttural while he's on the edge too.
"You take me so well." He murmured. "Perfect little princess. Your ass is so tight. You’re gonna make me come."
You clench around him. That sets him off. He pulls your head back, his mouth catching yours in a sloppy, needy kiss. He swallows your moan. You feel his hips buck against yours, his hand in your hair holding you still while he grinds into you.
You hear him groan against your mouth, a string of curse words that get lost in your mouth. "I'm gonna fill you up." He murmured. "Gonna fill you with my cum."
He growls, his words punctuated with a rough thrust into you. You're close, so close, your thighs trembling with every move. You feel him tense up behind you, his back muscles clenching beneath your fingers.
"Take my cock." He groaned. "Take it. Take it."
His hand slides around your neck, squeezing your throat and making you choke. His grip tightens, restricting your air and making sparks fly in your eyes.
His hands slide down your body, settling on your hips again. He keeps you pressed onto him, against the wall, not moving while you still feel him twitching inside you. He's still catching his breath, his breath hot against your shoulder.
You feel his lips press against the back of your neck, a gentle and reverent kiss. It's in sharp contrast with the roughness before, with the roughness he showed your whole body.
His hands slide up your sides, up your arms, wrapping around your waist. His chin rests on your shoulder, his mouth still pressed against your neck. You feel his fingers tangle with yours, intertwining together. He hasn’t said anything yet, just holding.
You stay like that for a moment, just holding you close to him, like he’s trying to catch his breath. You feel his heart beating against your back, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. He’s so still, except for his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand. The room is silent except for the sound of both your breathing.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against your skin. Slowly, he breaks the reverie.
"You okay?" He murmured.
Your heart clenches at the question. Your chest feels tight. You swallow thickly, trying to come up with an answer while still trying to catch your breath.
You nod, your hand squeezing his. "Yeah." You said, your voice coming out in a small whisper. You feel his fingers flex around yours, his hands still on your waist, holding you against him. “Just… still catching my breath." you murmured, still feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of what just happened.
He lets out a soft huff of a laugh against your neck.
"Don't be smug." You murmur.
You hear him chuckle again, but it sounds more low and subdued. “I wasn’t smug. I just think it’s cute how speechless I keep making you.”
You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. He grunts in mock pain, then shifts behind you. He finally moves his hands off your waist, then his cock slowly slips out of you. You feel him grab a towel from somewhere and start cleaning you up.
"Sorry." He murmured.
You roll your eyes again. “You don’t sound sorry.”
You can almost hear his smirk in his voice when he responds. “I’m not.”
You let out a soft sigh.
He keeps cleaning you up, your legs still shaky from earlier. His hands keep touching you, almost reverently, sliding over your skin like he's trying to memorize every inch. It's different than the roughness before, and it makes your heart feel tight in your chest. After he's done cleaning you up, he pulls you back onto the bed. He pulls the covers over both of you. He settles back down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back against him.
He feels so warm, like a living furnace against your back. You can feel his breaths in your hair, his grip around your waist tight. Your heart starts beating faster again, the silence suddenly deafening.
"That was…" You feel him take a breath. "… intense.” he finished, his mouth so close you can feel the way his lips move against your hair.
You nod, your fingers gripping his forearm. You don’t know what to say. You feel a little bit lost in it all, still feeling the echo of his touch on your skin.
You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest from behind you, the steady beating of his heart against your back. It feels comforting, grounding. You find yourself relaxing into him, feeling his body heat seep into your bones.
You want to say something, anything to break the silence, but your throat feels tight. You keep your eyes closed, trying to control your breathing. The room is quiet except for your breaths. After a few seconds, he breaks the silence again.
“You should stay the night."
His voice is soft, quiet, almost hesitant. Your eyes fly open, surprised at the suggestion. You’re glad he can’t see your expression right now, see the way your heart’s racing and your chest feels tight. You don’t know what to say, whether to accept or refuse. You don’t know what this is. But before you can respond, he continues. His hand slides lower on your waist.
"Just… stay."
There’s something in his voice that has you nodding, making a lump form in your throat.
"Okay." You whisper.
He’s quiet again for a moment, his hand still on your waist. You feel him move, his nose buried in your hair. You think you feel his lips graze your temples, but you can’t be sure. It happens so quick. Then another low, quiet murmur against your hair.
"Good.” He murmured. His arm tightens around your waist. "Get some sleep.”
You take a deep breath to steady yourself and close your eyes again. You can smell his scent on the sheets and on your skin, mixing with your own. The room is quiet again except for your breaths and his. Neither of you speaks. And slowly, you start to drift off.
Your mind starts to relax as you feel your body slipping into sleep. You feel his lips brush against the back of your neck, barely a whisper of a touch. It’s warm and soft and affectionate.
"Sweet dreams." he murmured quietly.
His fingers tangle in yours where they rest on your stomach, and before you fall asleep, you think you feel his lips on your shoulder again. Gently, like a promise. And then you’re lost to the world, sinking into sleep with his arms around you and his scent on your skin.
You wake up with the morning’s sunlight pouring in through the windows. You lie still for a moment, disoriented. There’s a heavy weight around your waist, pressing you against a broad chest and solid arms. You take a deep breath, your mind reeling as you feel the rough rasp of breath against your neck. Slowly, the memories from last night come back to you.
The arms around your waist tighten, pulling you closer. You can feel his morning wood, already rock hard against your ass. You moan softly, your eyes closing instinctively. You grind against him, already wet and needy from last night. His dick feels so good against you, the heat of it sending shivers down your spine. You press your back against his chest, wiggling your ass against him.
You feel his hot mouth on the back of your neck, his hips grinding forward against your ass. He moans against your skin, the sound muffled but still so hot. His hands move up your waist, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly.
"Fuck.. morning." He murmured huskily.
You moan again, turning your head back in search for his mouth. He obliges, tilting his head up to capture your mouth in a kiss. His mouth is hot and hungry against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting you.
"Please.. suck me." he whispered.
You whine in response, your hands reaching behind you and grabbing his ass. You grind back against him again, desperate for more of him. He groans against your mouth, his hands grabbing your hips harder. His fingers dig into your thighs, leaving a delicious burn.
"Suck me, baby." he repeated, "Please.”
You nod, your head already spinning at the roughness of his voice, at the tone of his words, at the way he’s pressing against you. You move away from him, getting off the bed to sit at the edge.
He watches you with dark eyes, his hands coming up to grip the edge of the mattress. His chest is rising and falling with his breaths, his hair already disheveled. He looks beautiful, wrecked in the morning light.
You lean forward, your hands on his thighs. His hands are still clenching the edge of the mattress, his eyes on you. You spread your hands up his thighs, your nails scratching against his skin.
You slide your hands back to his inner thighs now, stopping just before you reach his cock. You hear his breath hitch, see his chest stop moving with his breaths for a moment.
"Spread your legs." you murmured, looking up at him.
His eyes lock with yours. There’s a challenge in them, a sharpness that wasn’t there before yesterday. But he also looks wrecked, desperate, like he’s just barely holding himself together. He lets go of the mattress and spreads his legs for you.
His cock is already hard, leaking at the tip again. You keep your eyes on his as you wrap your fingers around him. He takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to steady himself.
You can’t look away from him. You can’t look away from his eyes, his mouth, the sharp angles of his jaw and the line of his neck. His chest is heaving again, his hands still grabbing the edge of the mattress.
"Your mouth, baby. Put your mouth on me." he murmured.
You feel dizzy at his command, your tongue darting out to lick your lips involuntarily. You keep your eyes locked on his. You lean forward, your mouth hovering over his cock. His eyes are dark, his breath catching when your tongue slides out and swirls around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum. He tastes salty, bitter, and delicious. You moan against him, opening your mouth to take him in.
"Suck me.” He commands again.
You take him in your mouth, his hand in your hair already. You slide your mouth down his shaft, taking him as deep as you can with one bob of your head. He groans, his hand in your hair tightening, his hips rising to meet your mouth. You hear him curse under his breath, his other hand still gripping the edge of the mattress tightly.
"That’s it. You look so good with your mouth on my cock." he moaned.
Your eyes are still locked on his, his dark gaze burning into you. You swirl your tongue around his tip again, before taking him back into your mouth again. You hallow your cheeks, sucking him in as far as you can.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers tangled in your hair. He tightens his grip on your hair again, holding your head where he wants you. Your tongue swirls around his head again, your mouth drooling around him. You can feel yourself getting even wetter, your clit throbbing with need.
"Oh God, that’s it." He murmured. "You gonna let me come in that pretty little mouth?" He murmured again, his voice low and rough.
Your fingers tighten on the base of his cock, your mouth still working him. You feel him throb against your tongue, his hand in your hair holding you tightly. You feel him twitching, getting close, but he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps his eyes on yours, his breathing getting rougher.
You look up at him, eyes locked on his as you hollow your cheeks again, still working him with your mouth. His hands in your hair are almost painful now, but you don’t care. You just want to make him feel good, make him feel unravelled.
"You sound so good, baby." He murmured, his voice barely holding steady.
You moaned around his cock, feeling him twitch again in your mouth. His hands are so tight in your hair, almost to the point of pain. You can feel him getting closer, his hips starting to jerk against your mouth.
"You gonna swallow all my cum, princess?" He murmured.
Your moan around his cock again, your hand squeezing him at the base. Your mouth feels full of him, your tongue still swirled around his head. You take him as deep as you can, then pull back just as quickly, your mouth and hands working together to bring him closer to the edge.
"Look at me." you moaned.
His eyes are still locked on yours, his mouth opening to let out a deep groan. His grip on your hair is almost painful now, his hips thrusting into your mouth.
"You’re so beautiful." He murmured.
Your free hand trails down to his balls again, sliding down between his legs and pressing against his perineum. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking against your mouth. "Yeah?" you looked at him.
His eyes are still dark, his jaw slightly clenched. He’s trying to keep himself together, but you can see the effort in his face. He’s holding back, trying to hold on.
"Yeah." He murmured. "You look so good with your mouth around my cock."
His mouth keeps saying the filthiest things, but his voice is too breathy to sound commanding. He’s trying to keep it together, but you can hear the roughness in his voice, feel the way his legs are starting to tense up.
Your hand keeps squeezing and playing with his balls, your mouth still working his cock. You feel him tighten under your touch, his hips starting to lose rhythm. You know he’s close, you can feel it.
"You’re so good to me." He murmured, his hand in your hair tightening again. I’m so close.." he added.
Your heart swells at his word, at the roughness of his voice, at the tightness of his grip. You feel like he’s holding on to you like a lifeline. You want him to lose control, to give in.
“Please." He murmured again. "I’m so close, please."
His hands tighten in your hair again, his body starting to tense up. You look up at him, your mouth still filled with his cock. His eyes are dark, his face clenched, his breaths coming out short and rough. You can feel his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to hold onto you.
"Please." He murmured.
He keeps saying please, his hands shaking a little from how tightly he’s holding onto you. You keep your eyes locked on his as you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock.
"Please princess, please." He begged. "I need to come. Please."
You moan around him, feeling him throb against your tongue. His hips are starting to jerk a little harder, his hands moving to grip your head to keep you in place. He’s trying to keep control.
"No hands." you murmured.
His hands come off your head immediately, gripping the edge of the mattress again. Your eyes are still locked on his, watching as he struggles to keep himself together. His chest is heaving again, his breaths coming out in rough pants.
"Come for me." You murmured up at him. His eyes locked with yours, his mouth opened in a silent gasp. His hands grip onto the edge of the mattress harder.
"Please." he moaned.
His head falls back, closing his eyes tightly. You can feel him getting close now, his hips thrusting up into your mouth. You take him deeper, trying to send him over the edge. He’s almost there, you can feel it.
"Come for me." You urged again.
His head snaps up again, his eyes locked on yours. He looks wrecked, his face clenched, his hips still jerk up into your mouth.
"Come in my mouth." You murmured.
His eyes widen at your words, his face tensing even more. You can feel him getting even harder in your mouth, his grip on the sheets tightening. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his whole body tensing up.
You grip onto his hips as he starts to come, holding him still as he empties himself into your mouth. You keep your eyes locked on his as you swallow him down, your mouth sucking on him through his release.
”Oh God, oh god, oh god, Oh God…."
He's still panting, his hands still white-knuckles on the edge of the mattress. You slowly pull off of him, licking your lips as you look up at him. He looks spent, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath.
His eyes are still locked on yours, dark and intense. His fingers slowly unwind from around the edge of the mattress, shaky hands reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.
"Morning baby." you smirked. "It was delicious breakfast."
He lets out a low laugh, still a little breathless. "Yeah," he murmured, "I'll say."
He slowly lets go of the edge of the mattress, sitting back on the bed and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist again, holding you close to him.
"You gonna take advantage of me every morning like this now?" He teased.
You couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. "Maybe."
He lets out another low laugh, shaking his head. You lean forward and press your lips against his neck, trailing soft kisses along his jaw. He tilting his head back to give you more room, his hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers grip the back of your thighs, pulling you closer, pressing you against his bare chest.
"You know we can’t keep missing work like this." He murmured, his hands sliding up your back.
His fingers danced up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pressed a soft kiss to his throat, feeling the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"Says who?" You murmured against his skin.
"Well, I do like my job." He murmured, his hands still tracing patterns on your back.
You lifted your head, looking up at him with a pout. He chuckled at the sight. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running over your bottom lip.
"You can't do the puppy dog eyes with swollen lips, princess." he rumbled. "It’s cheating."
You stuck your lower lip out even more, knowing it just makes the pout more exaggerated.
"It’s not my fault you attacked my lips." You murmured.
He chuckled again, shaking his head. "You weren’t the one being careful."
You let out a low whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You buried your face in his neck. "Just five more minutes."
He let out another low, breathy laugh, his hands sliding down your back and resting on your hips again.
"Just five more minutes, huh?" He murmured.
You felt his chin on top of your head. His chest rose and fell with his breaths, the steady rhythm almost hypnotizing. You closed your eyes, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your chest.
"Five more minutes." He said again, his grip on your hips tightening just a little.
You took in a shuddered breath, pressing closer to him. "Yeah." You murmured.
You sat there together for a long moment, just holding each other. His hands move up and down your back again, tracing patterns on your skin. You could feel him thinking, could feel the gears turning in his head. You waited, knowing he would ask whatever questions he had on his mind.
After a moment, he finally spoke. "Does this mean we're couple now?"
You lifted your head from his neck to look at him again. There was no trace of humor or teasing on his face only seriousness and intensity. Your heart skipped a beat at the question, at the implication of his question.
You swallowed thickly. “Do you want it to?”
His eyes searched your face, looking for something.
"Yeah." He murmured. “Yeah, I do.”
His hands gripped your hips again, holding you even tighter. His eyes were still locked on yours, his expression serious.
"Do you?" He murmured.
You felt a lump forming in your throat. You nodded. "Yeah. I do."
He let out a breath he was holding, some of the tension in his face disappearing. His mouth tipped up at the corners, a small smile forming.
"Good." He murmured. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss. He kept his mouth there, his breath hot on your skin. "Good." He murmured again, the word coming out as a sigh.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching your face again.
"My girlfriend." He murmured. You could hear the possessiveness in his voice, like he enjoyed saying it. Your heart fluttered against your chest at the word girlfriend , the sound of it new and foreign. He cupped the sides of your face with his hands, his eyes still locked on yours. "You’re my girlfriend now." He murmured again.
The warmth in your chest spread, butterflies swarming around in your stomach. You felt your lips curve up into a smile. “And you’re my boyfriend.” You murmured.
His hands shifted lower, his arms wrapping around your waist. He pulled you closer still, lifting you off his lap. You straddled him now, your legs on either side of his waist. His hands rested possessively on your hips. “Yeah,” he murmured. "I am."
