⌁ summary; don’t look. it’s best to stay tucked under the covers. folktales warn against acknowledging him. it only strengthens his power. yet, he is all you want to think about.
⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence, death, and smoking (cigarettes), mentions and possession of weapons, explicit sex: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving), size kink, praise kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f.), finger sucking, choking, edging, teasing, biting, manhandling, light breast play, cum play, spit play
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❥ an extremely special thanks to my bestie eva ( @nottodayjjk ) for reading through this fic for me in such short notice and easing all my worries. sending you a million hugs and kisses! 💗
❥ happy, happy birthday to the bright light in my otherwise dark life, kim taehyung! you are my sun, stars, and moon 🐻🤍
❂ Nightmare Before Christmas
⁂ hosted by yours truly (professor bee) through @bangtansorciere
⤐ au type: pumpkin king - villains
⤐ themes: monsters/beasts
⤐ kinks: breath play, masturbation, finger sucking, cum play, overstimulation, begging, degradation
Virgil Manor sits on the edge of town square, festering in a dark pocket of superstition and paranoia. A pile of chipped bricks, wood and plaster all glued together to form an irregular, slanted rectangle that looms over Blue Haven. The white paint has faded, turned a murky grey, and shutters have almost rotted from a bright pink to a mouldy green. The rusted metal bars, bolted over the windows, do not make the sight any more appealing.
In 1910, Blue Haven was a trading port, and the mayor insisted on living in a house that was grand enough to look over at the sea. It took three years to build the manor, production briefly interrupted by a wave of civil unrest. Taxes were a pain back then too, the cost of living too expensive, and hunger plagued the little town. Civilians rallied and burned the homes of the less guarded, easily accessible aristocrats.
Starved and furious, scorned from the fire, a member of the aristocratic Kim family (his name scribbled out of every history book) stormed the Virgil Manor. He’d just heard his little brother’s cries, his mother wailing, pleading for help. He witnessed his father hurry back into the flaming house and the structure explode from the pressure. Motionless, he stood in the woods as the mob moved to the next house. They say the smoke burned his eyes black, poisoned him with a wrath worthy of destroying worlds.
➵ summary : kim taehyung’s life as a painter was the definition of monochromatic. many revered his talents with the likes of a prodigy, even possessing the midas touch. however, taehyung sadly despised anything he ever painted. that was, until, he earned the opportunity to meet you. with a connection too magnetic to deny, not only do you become the most beautiful work of art taehyung has ever painted, but also join him in the steamy art of touch and romance.
➵ pairing : royal painter!taehyung x princess!reader
➵ genre : royalty!au, period piece, s2l, forbidden romance, sinful smut (porn but with plot), baby angst, fluff, two-shot
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 24k
➵ warnings : swearing, sexual tension, MULTIPLE smut scenes, like absolute porn, taehyung is a sexy, irresistible fucker, but sweet too, slight dom/kinky!tae, big dick!tae, virgin!reader, heavy making out, pussy fondling, f. masturbation, dirty talk, nipple/breast play, biting, marking, teasing, overstimulation, cum worship play (he loves cum), thigh-riding, bondage, gagging, orgasm control/denial, edging, crying, begging, praising, oral (f. and m. receiving), passionate pussy-eating, fingering, hair-pulling, hand jobbing, spitting, like loads of saliva play? if that’s a thing? (painter tae’s nasty), throat-fucking, swallowing, spanking, size kink
➵ a/n : this is my reupload after the fic has been split into a two-shot! there’s a new scene added in at the end as well, i hope it delivers well hehe 😌 massive thank you to my lovely @amourtae and my wonderful bee @inkedtae for beta-ing this concoction of pure sin!! as always, feedback means the world to me <3
↳ in submission for the september games:
❂ “Fall for Romance”
⁂ hosted by: professor dia @yoonia through @bangtansorciere
Taehyung brushes small strokes of these wondrous, vibrant colours across his canvas in hopes of creating a masterpiece of the royal king and queen seated before him.
But, Taehyung does not create a masterpiece. Or more so, what he would not deem a masterpiece
Taehyung offers kind and polite smiles as he greets the gracious king and queen of the royal kingdom of Wisteria. He emits nothing but ardent grace and fondness for the Majesties themselves, showcasing the portrait he had so meticulously spent hours curating.
The couple spark with bouts of elation and compliments once their eager eyes find the painting. The King lands an encouraging hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, telling him he now understands where all the praise decorating his name work originates from. The queen similarly wow’s as she holds a delicate hand to her heart, nearly in tears as she turns to her husband and tells him how Taehyung even captured the wrinkles of the King’s older age.
They both chuckle harmoniously together. Taehyung bows with shy smiles and impenetrable humbleness, just like he always did when anyone celebrated his work.
Taehyung never sees what there is to celebrate, however.
He’s always found something missing from his own work. Whether the colour palette was incorrect, the emotion of the piece too bland or even a mere stroke out of place; Taehyung could never find it within himself to love his art. He lived his quite luxurious life as a painter as such, stalking around rewarded and revered by many for his God-like talent, though he never exactly grasped the talent others spoke of.
Taehyung twiddled with his paintbrush as he remained perched on his stool by another blank canvas, awaiting the third portrait he is yet to paint. His talents have already served the King and Queen, their first-born son and now, he must paint their second-born, a daughter.
Taehyung did not know much about the royal family of Wisteria, his origins coming from another kingdom, and his skills having earned him his new position as a royal painter. Despite despising his own work, the opportunity not only meant wealth, but coveted status as well. His paintings would most likely go on to live for centuries.
Sighing, Taehyung wondered what the king and queen's daughter would look like. Their son was absolutely stunning, a beautiful piece of work to recreate in Taehyung’s humble opinion. He had these flawlessly almond-shaped eyes and plump lips too gorgeous to be captured in a mere painting; with silky, black hair that accentuated the soft, though well-structured appearance of his face.
Taehyung was quite proud of his painting of Prince Kim Seokjin, though he still found it lacking an element of something magical, just like much of his art.
His thoughts wandered off imagining what the younger sister of such a handsome man would look like, sighing once he contemplates her painting won’t be a masterpiece, either. Taehyung drums his fingers across his designated table of brushes and oil paints, housing anything he would need to create the work he so desperately wishes he could love.
Suddenly, some guards and another well-dressed staff member of the royal family enter the room. One introduces the name of the young and beautiful Princess of Wisteria, Taehyung perking up at the mention and immediately standing for your arrival.
With eager eyes, Taehyung sees your gown enter in the doorway, and he must blink an innumerable amount of times to discern if what he sees is real.
His world stops, as though the entire axis has shifted within a matter of moments. Suddenly every star in the universe twinkles all too dully compared to you and every Aristocrat claiming beauty of another is a mere fool.
To Taehyung, beauty could only mean you.
But most of all, Taehyung sees a living, breathing work of art before him, and his heart’s enamoured from the second you send the room a charming smile.
Taehyung sucks in a breath of air, as though he had just returned from whatever heaven you had sent him to. He straightens himself up, squares his shoulders and dresses his eyes with suave composition, sight unable to be deterred from such a stunning woman.
“This will be your painter, Your Highness.”
You’re introduced to quite possibly, the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on your entire life. You were quite dreadful of this tedious task when you awoke this morning, your mother informing you of the sad reminder that today would be the day your family portraits are painted.
You had rolled your eyes before graciously stepping inside this room, only to find them immediately drawn towards the strikingly beautiful man waiting behind the canvas.
Suddenly, you understood what Shakespeare had written about Romeo and Juliet after years of blessed sight, for you had never seen true beauty until this night. His lips seemed to have been shaped just to kiss so softly, so captivatingly. His squared, large shoulders indicated the attractive masculine frame of his body underneath his clothes, and the seductive allure of his piercing eyes rattled the very foundation of your core.
Clearing your throat, you very delicately approached the man, as though any wrongdoing would break the spell he’s casted upon you.
“His name is-”
“Kim Taehyung,” Taehyung introduces himself, softly cradling your hand in his palm and bringing it towards his lips. “Or merely Taehyung, Your Highness.”
The almost loving peck he presses to the back of your hand sends a dainty rush of electricity through you, hiding your smile as you recall your previous thought.
His kisses are surely captivating.
“It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung.” Your tone’s far more tempting than you had intended it to be, but with the manner in which Taehyung eyes you, a deeper colour in his irises paired with an enchanting grin, you’re far more than just infatuated.
You feel bewitched.
“Likewise, Princess.” You’re unsure of when your own title became so electrifying to hear, though you presume it has to do with the handsome painter's deep, velvet voice. He could serenade you to sleep with just the caramel-like smoothness of his words alone, wondering why his talents did not go towards a singing career.
And now wonder what talents lie within his hands.
The feeling of his larger, slender fingers holding yours ignite a flame inside you, unsettling the dryness between your legs as you shift your weight. Your attention flashes from your entwined hands up to his magical eyes, silently gulping to accommodate for the nearly intoxicating manner in which he infiltrates your once calm headspace.
“Shall we?” His question lifts your trance, nodding politely to him as he bows and shows you your chair. You seat yourself daintily so as to not crumple your dress, automatically sitting with prim posture and prettily placed hands.
The painter laughs.
“How lovely it is to work with you? You’ve already poised yourself quite nicely for a portrait.” Taehyung comments with a charming curve to his lips as he observes your seating arrangement, giggling lightly in response.
“I suppose you have not worked much with royalty.”
Taehyung cracks a grin. “Observant as well, I see.”
Your giggle subsides when Taehyung suddenly leans in very close to your face, and you suck in a small breath, round eyes searching him. He merely bites his lip however, and his eyes aren’t focused on you, rather on smoothing certain parts of your hair that may have come loose after your time spent getting ready.
His breath tickles your cheek as he works diligently, not even paying attention to how his closeness sends your heart racing in your chest. Whiffs of Jasmine tea and coffee flood your nose, suddenly needing to lick your lips to squash the urge of tasting him.
His kiss would be sweeter than honey, you think.
His hands suddenly abandon your hair and his palms curl around your arms, angling your body towards the canvas better, and your skin feels a tempting heat you cannot describe. You’ve been in such close quarters with other men before, but never with a devilishly handsome man such as this one.
You swallow and feel your body spark.
“Now lastly,” Taehyung proclaims under his breath as he stands to his full height before you, your anticipating eyes only keeping square before you. The edge of his pointer finger suddenly brushes underneath your chin, and angles you an inch higher. You meet his entrancing gaze from underneath and feel your breath hitch, Taehyung letting out the smallest of laughs before letting you go, and climbing off the platform you were seated above.
He settles behind his canvas and fidgets his fingers over his many supplies, contemplating how exactly you’d survive such long hours of this man painting you. Not only would he be paying his most undivided attention to you, and therefore starE at every curve and makeup of your face and figure, but that you would also watch him.
A shaky breath leaves you, composing yourself as you spot the two guards and the man who had introduced you, along with your personal attendants that now whisper. They very obviously point and discuss the handsome painter.
You hmph as you collect yourself, uninterested eyes flitting to Taehyung. He wets his lips before curving them into an amused grin, and his gaze fixates on you with a hint of mischief and amusement. You suppose this means he isn’t just like any plain man, and you’re proven correct when he speaks next.
“As you already know, please sit still for me, Your Highness.” His deep voice resounds captivatingly in the room, and his eyes remain blanketed with inescapable temptation.
“We would not need me putting you back in your place, now would we?”
Despite all the years you’ve been told swearing is not lady-like, there was only one word that crossed your mind in that intense moment.
Fuck.
“You may settle now, Princess.”
You release a breath as you finally end the near tortuous experience of being painted. Your back and neck ache from having to sit still for hours, and neither did your arms appreciate being perched so poisely like that. Your only escape from the pain was being able to watch Taehyung’s gorgeously handsome face concentrate on painting you, wondering what he must be thinking.
You were wondering a million things about him.
Reaching the edge of the elevated platform, Taehyung quickly stuffs away his belongings and offers his hand for you, even lifting your dress as your heeled-shoe touches the wooden floor. He offers you a tender smile as well, and it takes every ounce of your being to not fall hopelessly in love with the impeccable perfection of his beauty.
“Would you like to see the painting, your Highness?” Taehyung politely inquires, and you send him a confirming nod. He gently pulls you along with him until you come face-to-face with the painting. Your eyes are immediately greeted by the magnificent talent of his work.
You’re mesmerized, speech stolen from your lips as you search for even a syllable of words that could define how wonderfully talented Taehyung is. His painting not only captured a beautiful portrait of you, but it is the nearly living, breathing elements of colour and life around you through gorgeous flowers he had so perfectly mastered.
It’s as though he imbued a part of himself into those elements, allowing your portrait to come to life in ways no person could accurately depict, and would spend a millennium attempting to do so.
“Is it to your liking, Princess?”
His deep voice pulls you away from the painting, meeting him with nearly teary eyes and a vibrant smile. “Like is far too miniscule a word. It’s wonderful, Sir Taehyung.”
“You may call me Taehyung, Your Highness.”
You breathe a smile his way as the attention of your steward, Mr. Kingsley suddenly steals your sight. “Princess Y/N, the queen’s tea ceremony with the Duchess of Danes begins soon. You’re needed in the Great Room.”
“Shortly, Mr. Kingsley. Please inform my mother I will be there soon.” You suddenly hear the soft squeals of your personal attendants still conversing quietly. They shoot marveling looks at Taehyung, before straightening themselves up once your eyes find them. You return to Mr. Kingsley.
“Please take everyone else with you.”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Mr. Kingsley kindly bows as he ushers the girls and your guards out, attention returning to Taehyung.
He cracks a smirk as he peers at the ground, then back up at you. “Your role as her Highness is most certainly impenetrable, I see.”
“It would also seem your gaze is quite impenetrable.” You smile when Taehyung does, and he exhales with a narrowed cut to his eyes at you, grin tugging at his lips.
“Observant again, aren’t we?”
“Especially with certain men, yes.”
He clasps his hands behind his back, leaning over slightly to accommodate for your shorter height. “May I know exactly what certain men, Your Highness?”
“Curious, aren’t we?” A laugh escapes his pretty lips, biting them softly as his eyes never seem to sway from you. They remain firmly, and almost entrancingly locked on you.
“I was gazing intently for the painting, Princess Kim.”
“You may call me by my name, Taehyung.” You kindly instruct.
“Oh, it would feel akin to a crime if I do so.”
“Not at all, I presume your age is close to my own. You look fairly young.” You innocently comment.
“You believe I’m fairly young?”
“I don’t see a reason to not believe so.”
Taehyung laughs, and it’s hard not to laugh as well. He is just so irrefutably pretty. “If I may ask, how old are you, your Highness?”
“22.” You shyly admit.
Taehyung chuckles attractively before peering off to the side. His amused eyes return to you with a smoldering grin too handsome to deny.
“Is something funny, Mr. Painter?”
“Not at all, Princess.” Taehyung politely responds. “You are three years younger than me.”
“25, I see.” You observe with a tip of your chin. “You are doing quite well for a gentleman of 25 years.”
“Have I just received a compliment from the Princess of Wisteria? What a lovely day I’ve been blessed to see.” Taehyung cutely exaggerates.
“I find your praise flattering, though are you sure it’s my presence or the mere prospect of painting me that was lovely?” You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head a little, watching him intently.
Taehyung sucks in a breath, and wets his lips delectably. “Who is to say it was not both?”
Your chest feels a flutter you can’t subside, and suddenly the squirming of your legs is much more apparent as you struggle to manage your weight in your heels.
Taehyung’s eyes momentarily flit down to the movement, snapping up to you with nothing but suggestion. “Are you having an issue, Your Highness?”
You clear your throat quite harshly. “No, I most certainly am not.”
He cracks a smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest, now emphasizing just how large and broad he is compared to you. “Her Majesty is probably waiting for you, Princess.” Taehyung reminds you. “As much as I would love to keep your wonderful company, I would not want to inconvenience the duties of a princess.”
You smile, finding him charming in nothing less of the word. Your eyes flicker back towards the painting he so wonderfully created, falling into admiration again.
“Thank you again for painting me, Taehyung. Your talent is truly… undeniable.” You say almost breathlessly, wandering over the way he truly captured every detail of your face so vividly. “Your art is beautiful.”
Taehyung seems to take a pensive moment, nodding faintly to himself as he peers at the painting. He observes it, lets it soak into him as he then breaks into a small, pure smile. His eyes flit back to you. “Thank you, though I believe it’s you that is beautiful, Princess.”
A smile finds your lips as your heart skips a beat, his beauty and charm truly incontestable.
“Thank you for letting me paint you, Your Highness.” His lovely, caramel-like voice reverberates in your ears, nearly closing your eyes just to indulge in the deep sound. “It was my pleasure.”
A shy grin finds your face when Taehyung takes your hand yet again, and presses this time not a soft kiss, but a deeper, almost telling kiss. His eyes flit up to yours as he so affectionately does do. A rush of arousal sparks through you at merely the scene, his dark eyes so temptingly wild, you suddenly yearn to embark on an adventure.
He lets go of your hand and you curtsy politely, Taehyung bowing in response. You almost step away until a question tugs at your mind, twirling around to query.
“Taehyung?”
He stops rearranging his paint brushes to address you. “Yes, Your Highness?”
You chew on your lip a little at the addressment, suddenly wondering what he would sound like whispering that in other situations.
“Will you be staying in the castle with us?”
Taehyung seems impressed by your question, replying confidently. “Yes I will, Princess. A couple days at the least, your family is quite many.” You both chuckle softly together as you remain trapped in a gaze with him, too bewitched to look away.
“I see. And I presume you’d be staying in the guests’ quarters? I hope my father kept you in his good graces and provided you with a suitable room.”
Taehyung cracks an amused grin as he tongues his cheek. His eyes seem to pierce your soul despite the distance between you two. “He certainly did, though I am unsure what your criteria of suitable includes, Your Highness.” He replies, wetting his lips. “Perhaps you could visit me and.. see for yourself?”
You bite your lip once you discern the suggestion in his tone. You feel another shock of arousal flood your core, becoming unsettled beneath your dress. And yet again, Taehyung finds you fidgeting, his grin growing by another mischievous inch.
“I shall, Kim Taehyung. My princess duties do include ensuring our subjects are properly taken care of.”
Taehyung laughs a little at your prim ruse, bowing for you again but, not without a smug, charming grin. “Until then, your Highness.”
Curtsying again, your peer up at Taehyung through your lashes, and send him an angelic smile. But before you part, you straighten up and approach him, far too intrigued to let him go just yet. You curl your hand around his forearm and gaze at yourself doing so, slowly dragging your hand down his quite veiny arm, you realize.
“Until then,” Your guileless eyes flicker up towards Taehyung, who is completely absorbed in your flirtatious gaze. “Taehyung.”
You find him inhaling a harsh breath as he watches your fingertips feel him so innocently, yet your suggestive eyes and enticingly delicate tone scream anything far from innocent.
You let go, and leave him baffled, entranced, but most of all, temptingly intrigued. He stands, grinning, in the middle of the empty room. He wonders if perhaps the mundanity of his life elicited the wrong definition of a masterpiece.
Perhaps the true meaning lives in you.
Three small raps to Taehyung’s door is what resounds in the grand corridor. You had gladly been able to discreetly gather enough intel of the painter’s whereabouts in the Kim castle. It is rather large and almost maze-like, inhaling a deep breath once you spot the familiar number indicating his room.
You’re soon met by Taehyung opening his door, surprised eyes widening once he finds you in your luxurious nightgown. You observe Taehyung in his clothes from earlier today, his waist coat hugging his torso while still left in his trousers.
“I did not think you would be able to find me, Princess.” He jokes light-heartedly.
You cross your arms with an endearing pout. “Now I am beginning to think you purposefully kept your whereabouts a secret. Were you only testing my need to see you?”
He chuckles then, and you earn the opportunity to watch his cheeks so adorably rise. “Observant as always. Come in.”
He quickly ushers you inside as you settle in the middle of the space, and you were impressed by the room your father had provided Taehyung with. A room of this quality is usually reserved for higher-ranking aristocrats to stay in, and while you would not belittle Taehyung’s status, you were jovial to see him living well.
Along with being impressed that he was provided the room with the largest bed.
Your gaze is fixated on the sheets before you feel Taehyung’s warm, rough palms touch your arms from behind, holding them ever so gently. “Distracted, aren’t we?”
You chuckle, shifting around to face him. “I see my father has accommodated you well.”
“Ah, he has done too much for me. I presume he is quite the fan of my art.” Taehyung lets you go as he converses.
“I can see that as well. He did not stop rambling about you during tea with the Duchess of Danes.” You hide your giggle as Taehyung seems to treasure the sight.
“I’m blessed to see that my paintings can make others happy.”
His sentence throws you off balance, titling your head as you query. “Does your art not make you happy?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as though he were caught red-handed, and he brings a pensive hand to his neck. He rubs strangely as his eyes evade you, answering meekly. “Not particularly.”
The evasiveness of his answer clues you into the fact that he may be uncomfortable discussing such a topic. It seemed an introspective issue, and so you attempt to ease the tension by carefully stepping towards his work desk.
You eye the messy, sprawled scattering of his supplies and artwork, unearthing unfinished sketches, used-up pastels and even abandoned ink. “Had you been working on something? I apologize if I disturbed you.”
Taehyung steps closer to you as he watches you observe. “Not at all, I was simply occupying myself.”
Your fingertips delicately touch the lines of a garden he seemed to have so meticulously drawn. The harsh stain, the smudged lead, it all indicated time and effort Taehyung must have spent crafting such a piece of art. You’re overwhelmed by his sheer talent, amazed beyond a doubt.
“You create truly beautiful art, Taehyung.” You almost gasp. “Utter masterpieces.”
“You are too kind, Princess. They are anything but a masterpiece.” Your curious eyes flicker to him, and suddenly you don’t remember Taehyung being in such proximity with you. He leaned over your frame just beside you, allowing his fingers to slip in just where yours rested. He inspected the art as well.
“You do not like your own work.” You innocently observe, and Taehyung cracks a chuckle just by your ear, feeling his breath tickle your sensitive shell.
“I’m beginning to think you can read minds, Your Highness.”
“I may be knowledgeable of a thing or two.” You both giggle together before he sighs, slowly and unhurriedly. He taps his finger against the same drawing you’re touching, his chin nearly resting over your shoulder, his body so intoxicatingly close.
You could have felt inebriated with the manner in which his presence permeated your body, swallowing as you observe his hand mere centimeters from touching yours.
“You are correct. I do not like anything I paint, and I have only created one masterpiece in the 25 years of my life.”
“How could you hold such resentment towards your own art, Taehyung?” Your gaze maintains your curiosity. “You are so incredibly talented.”
“I do not think so. I see no masterpiece in my art work.” Taehyung unenthusiastically shrugs.
“And how could you not?”
“My talent appears mediocre to me,” he explains. “I cannot seem to paint anything to my liking.”
“Then maybe the issue is not a matter of your talent, but rather the subject of your art.”
Taehyung quirks his brow as he regards you, an inquiring look dressing his features. “Pardon?”
“It does not seem to be your talent that is the problem, Taehyung. You seem to not like what you are painting.” You reiterated.
“Do you.. believe so?”
You nod for him. “Maybe the issue lies within the subject of what you are painting. You should find what you’re painting a masterpiece of its own before you lay a brush to canvas.” You elaborate for him, and suddenly become flooded by the scent of tea and coffee again. Your fingers curl up against the drawing once you sense how close Taehyung is now, swallowing. You muster enough courage and face him, finding Taehyung so intently watching you.
His lips almost beckon to be kissed, ever so slightly minusing the space between you two.
“What is the one masterpiece you have created?” You ask quietly, unconsciously leaning further into his warm, wide body.
“Hm?” He hums so deeply, you could feel the vibrations through his chest that rattled your core.
“You said you have only created one masterpiece in your life,” you explain. “What may it be?”
Taehyung leans in even closer, legs squirming once you contemplate the idea of kissing him, letting it override every nerve that so terribly aches to feel him. You’re uncertain where the urge originates from, but the ignition of passion within your body is too strong to deny when you are near him.
His lips are calling you, you can feel an attraction for him in your chest that is too powerful to subdue. You hope he feels the same way, his proximity your only clue towards an answer. With a hot breath against your wet lips, Taehyung whispers gently, ever so slightly closing the space between your heated bodies.
“You would like to know the one masterpiece I’ve painted in my life?”
You nibble on your bottom petal as you gaze at him through your eyelashes, nodding.
Taehyung swallows as he nears your mouth, flitting between your eyes and plush lips, before whispering. “You.”
His lips press to yours before you can even so needily beg for it, sucking in a breath once you feel his mouth. You sense both of Taehyung’s hands either side of you against the desk, turning around to completely face him, backside shoved against the edge.
Taehyung takes the opportunity to kiss you more plentifully, opening up his mouth to capture so much of yours, all while moving slowly, unhurriedly. He revels in the seemingly endless time he has in kissing you, lips moving rhythmically against each other to create a melody of sensual, though steamy passion.
Your hands become restless and hook onto the shirt underneath his waistcoat, beckoning him closer with wanton pulls. He moans into your mouth once your hands travel up his neck and into his hair, sighing when the hum of his baritone voice invades your core.
Taehyung breaks away and grips the edge of the desk as he cages you, forehead resting against yours. He wet his lips before asking through uneven breaths. “Is this alright, Princess?”
You’re too absorbed in him to even think, but one distinct thought screams out to you as you feel him so near.
You want Taehyung, more than you’ve ever wanted anything else.
Hands slipping into his hair and gently scratching through his scalp, you nod. “More than alright, Taehyung.” You breathe. “Kiss me.”
“I do not wish to ruin your honour, Your Highness.” Taehyung’s hands now transition to cradling your waist, though his forehead and lips still remain brushing your own. “Do not feel forced to do anything. I will stop if you do not want me.”
“No, Taehyung..” You practically sigh, subtracting the space between you two for a soft, affectionate peck, fingertips soothing him. “I want you.. I do.”
“Are you certain, darling?” Taehyung breathes against you hotly, finally able to taste the tea and coffee on his lips. The loving names he calls you only lulls you further under his spell, wanting to feel him everywhere. Feel him touch your skin, feel him worship and press kisses where nobody else has ever explored.
His lips gently press to the side of your neck, litterting your sensitive skin with soft kisses. You indulge in the heady sensations, bunching his shirt into your fists. He runs a hand up and down your back, soothing you as he waits patiently for an answer.
“Most certainly certain, Taehyung.”
Taehyung lightly chuckles as he plants one last kiss to your skin, and meets your lips for another peck. “Come with me.”
You watch as Taehyung suddenly bends down and lifts you up into his arms as though you were his bride, squealing slightly as he hushes you and you only giggle more in response. He silences you with a kiss to your lips as he sucks on your bottom one, walking you both towards his made bed.
Taehyung’s knees hit the edge and he seats you considerately onto his sheets, setting you down as though you’re a delicate flower. Taehyung dismally separates your mouths and cradles your slippered-feet in his palms, removing each one and placing it on the floor as he kicks off his own. He seats himself behind you as he settles up against his bed’s headboard, and smiles once he finds you sitting so obediently awaiting him.
You feel his hands curl around your waist, tugging you flush against his back. You sigh as you feel his breath upon your skin, melting into his embrace as if you’d known him all your life, as if suddenly, he felt like the most comfortable place you knew. He presses more gentle, affectionate kisses down your neck as he soothingly rubs your stomach, lips sensual over your hot skin.
“Have you been touched before, darling?” The question paired with his deep voice by your ear sends shivers down your spine. You quietly moan as Taehyung’s fingers teasingly glide up and down your nightgown, feeling at the expensive material.
“N-not really.” Taehyung’s nibbling at your skin subsides as his lips revisit your ear, brushing your sensitive lobe. He gently scoffs against as you sense his aura change, asking through a lower, deeper tone.
“Have you ever finished?”
The question heats up your skin, never have you been asked such an open inquiry. His hand lingers right beneath your breasts, fingertips dancing across your midriff.
“No,” you admit so quietly, you listen to Taehyung tsk as he sucks on your earlobe, popping it out to speak in his velvet voice. “A terrible shame, Your Highness.” He whispers with near-frustration. “You’re far too beautiful to not grant such pleasure.”
You suck in a breath, in your life as a royal you’ve always been guarded of such language and behaviour. But listening to the sultry words from Taehyung in his husky, deep voice only intrigued you more than anything in your boring life.
His hand then carefully traveled towards your breasts, and he hugs you flush against his front as he whispers. “May I?”
“Yes..” You almost breathlessly utter, squishing your thighs together as he nears your chest. You feel him smile against you before kissing your neck. His fingers traverse down your body until he hooks his fingers onto the hem of your nightgown, and he swiftly, though softly removes the dainty fabric from your body, presenting you to him bare with only underwear around your hips.
You immediately move to cover your exposed breasts, only to have Taehyung snatch your wrists. He keeps you nude, the bridge of his nose stroking your pulse point as he marvels at the sight below.
“Absolutely fucking gorgeous.” You practically yelp at Taehyung’s words as he nibbles on your ear, melting into the wet sensation. Taehyung laughs when he hears your exclaim, voice vibrating in your ear canal.
“You are not used to such vulgar language, Princess?”
You nod a vehement no, letting Taehyung hold you open as you indulge in his lips kissing up and down your neck. He chuckles again, nipping your skin between his teeth. “I am not as prude as others, darling. I will worship your body for its natural beauty,” he then leans in even closer to your ear, letting his lips brush you as you feel the bass of his voice. “Even in your nudity.”
Taehyung’s then rough, calloused hands travel up your body and suddenly cup your breasts. With a lewd sigh, you completely melt into Taehyung behind you. He begins kneading at the mounds of flesh in soft movements, sighing when his touch pleasures you indefinitely. Such a touch has never been graced upon your body, though you welcome the new, foreign sensation, craving for Taehyung far past kisses and hushed confessions.
You craved him as a woman with dark desires.
His fingertips then begin to touch your nipples, circling and gently thumbing the hardened peaks as he listens to you moan. “Mmm, do you like that, Your Highness?” You bite your lip once you hear the condescending tone of his voice, enjoying the sound of your title during such an indecent act. You nod as he continues to touch your nipples, feeling a rush of arousal each heated time.
He pinches and flicks your nipples some more, drawing tight patterns and circles as he continues palming your breasts. He adjusts you in his lap as he holds you up straighter. He embraces you tighter as his chin hovers above your shoulder, wetting his lips as he watches your body writhe under his touch, growing hard himself.
He whispers against your ear when your moans turn into whines, legs restless as they crumple his sheets.
“I know something that will feel better, Princess.”
Taehyung’s hand suddenly travels down to your core, buffering just above your panty-clad center as arousal already sticks to your underwear. Taehyung hisses at the sight as he takes a peek, even able to discern the wet patch with the dimly-lit lantern room and moonlight.
You squirm at even the prospect of someone else’s hand there, your fingers clasping onto Taehyung’s sleeve in an iron grip, scrunching it in your fist. “Taehyung..”
“Do you touch yourself, Your Highness?”
Your cheeks heat up, cowering into him as you pout. You have only once experimented with the prospect when you overheard a conversation with some of the married princesses during your usual afternoon stroll. They had discussed such topics in hushed whispers and squeals, sparking your curiosity. Perhaps it did feel good, you will not deny that fact, but it always seemed as though something was missing when by yourself.
Or rather, someone else.
“N-no..” You fib through your teeth.
Taehyung clicks his tongue, impressed by his eye for such things. “Do not lie to me, darling. There’s no need to feel ashamed.”
You swallow as you indulge in his hand still massaging your breast, answering through pouty lips. “Yes.. I have.”
You feel him smile against your skin, kissing between his slow ministrations. “Did it feel good?”
The question heats up your core, chest incessantly fluttering. “Not as much as someone else would.”
He laughs against you, his hot breath sending electricity through you. “Has someone else ever pleasured you here?” He whispers darkly as his fingertips stroke you above your cunt, and you could feel your nerves shaking within you. “Have you ever committed the act of love, darling?”
You eagerly shake your head, an intense heat to your skin in embarrassment. He chuckles yet again, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “That is alright, Your Highness. Allow me...”
Taehyung curls his much larger hand around your own, and brings your fingers to your leaking center. You gush when you feel him hovering above your mound, legs restless feeling him so close. Taehyung then brings your entangled fingers to your dribbling core, and makes you gently cup your sex in your palm. You gasp lewdly as Taehyung hisses, soothing your arousal with light rubs against your sopping pussy.
“Mmm, such a wet little cunt.” That vulgar speech of his only drives your nerves into insanity, feeling arousal flood every crevice in your body. He continues to massage your hand against yourself, and you moan erotically as you lean into his body, indulging in his divine guidance.
Taehyung chuckles as he encircles his arm around your waist and holds you closer, cheek resting against your rather sweaty temple. You both intently watch yourselves touching your clothed pussy, Taehyung humming in satisfaction as your legs morph into jelly.
“Taehyung.. oh.” You shudder once Taehyung presses you deeper into your folds, and breathes a light, impassioned encouragement into your ear.
“Rub yourself for me, darling.” He removes his hand and despite your whining, you listen to his instruction and become ensnared by the feeling of touching yourself. No matter the fact that you had once explored your cunt like this, never have you had someone so unabashedly watch you and lead you, his hot breaths fanning against your skin reminding you of his undivided attention.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep going.” Taehyung kisses your neck as he rubs your stomach, hissing and groaning as he watches you work your own pussy, salvaging that particular spot that heightens your moans and makes your legs twitch.
Taehyung grows tired of seeing you create a mess of your drawers and clasps his fingers onto the waistband, removing them to gain a better view of your dripping cunt. He shuffles the material down and discards it on his bed, left completely nude in his arms as he hugs you like a treasure. He intently watches you touch yourself, rubbing your clit that you’ve now gladly found and was engorged and pulsing, attempting to reach a euphoric high.
But something is lacking, and before you can discern it, your hand is suddenly replaced by Taehyung’s, granting you the answer you had been searching for. His long, slender fingers begin to quickly rub your bare pussy folds, groaning at the sticky slick that now coats your cunt.
“Fuck, Princess. You are dripping all over my bedding.”
“I-I’m sorry-”
“No, never be sorry.” Taehyung growls in your ear. “I want you to finish for me, darling. Finish all over my hand.” Taehyung gently coos, biting your ear as his fingers rapidly rub over your vibrating bud, impressed by his knowledge of the female body. He listens to your moans increase in pitch and become more whiny, wantonly bucking your needy hips into his hand for more, and he allows you to whole-heartedly chase your pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart. More.” His words only egg you on, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you feel your orgasm building inside you. Your legs are losing strength as you sigh and gasp in sheer ecstasy, the feeling of his hand fondling your breast as the other so tirelessly works your pussy.
Taehyung begins gathering your slick all over his fingers as he plays with your sex, moans becoming too loud as your head spins with pleasure. His hand then suddenly clasps over your mouth as you squeal at the sudden action, Taehyung’s husky voice cooing by your ear.
“Not too loud, darling. We wouldn't want to wake the quarters, now would we?”
You shake your head and Taehyung hums in liking the answer. His hand falters from your mouth to suddenly capture your throat in his large, skilled hand, lightly applying pressure to the side of your throat. Your eyes roll back, stifling an erotic moan.
You begin riding and grinding against his slender hand for more, moans finally reaching their height as you whimper and whine his name in a tantrum.
“Taehyung.. Taehyung!”
“Are you going to come, darling?”
You nod profusely, hips maneuvering relentlessly into Taehyung’s hand as he constantly stimulates your clit. You feel something bubbling inside you, your stomach tightening and tightening while your legs become numb. Your moans transform into cries until finally, finally something utterly snaps within you.
Your body convulses, jerking in Taehyung’s hold as your sounds escape in drawn out groans. Taehyung’s hand slowly works over your cunt, not having realized you spilled enough of your essence for him to happily gather. He collects your orgasm as he repeatedly soothes your cunt with it, wanting to shove your legs closed around his fingers, but Taehyung pries you back open.
He continues touching and rubbing your pussy until it begins to feel uncomfortable, lightly batting his hand away with a calling of his name.
“Taehyung, please..”
He instantly removes his hand, and you completely fall limp into Taehyung’s body, not aware of the hard press of him against your lower back. You return to your senses once you register your orgasm all over yourself, Taehyung’s hand and his once impeccable bedding. You peer up at him for an apology.
“T-Taehyung, I’m so-”
But instead find yourself flabbergasted by what you see. Taehyung stuffs the same fingers coated with your orgasm into his mouth, sucking on his digits copiously until he is wiped clean. He flashes you his signature charming grin.
“You taste lovely, Your Highness.”
Your mouth drops, never having seen a man taste your orgasm and do so with such joy on his face. Taehyung finishes off and wraps his warm, safe arms around your naked body, hugging you to his clothed one. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder as your body feels light as air, as though all your stress had dissipated from you.
“Did you like that, Princess?”
You nod with a content smile. “Mm, I loved it.”
You hear him knowingly chuckle, lips pressed to your ear. “There are many more ways I can pleasure you, sweetheart.” His words ignite your bones, and Taehyung seems to notice as he squeezes you tighter. “Not tonight, however. For another time.”
Your nerves rush with adrenaline configuring the thought of a next time, hiding the manner in which your heart smiles. He presses more kisses to your neck as he clutches your naked body. You attempt to not fall asleep in his arms, but Taehyung pulls away once the light pitter-patter of rain outside drags him out of his trance.
“It is getting late, darling. You should return to your room.” Another kiss is pressed behind your ear, and you sigh as you hold his arms around you.
“But parting is such a sweet sorrow, Taehyung.” He chuckles lightly at the delicate tone of your voice reciting Shakespeare, rubbing your stomach comfortingly.
“There is always morrow, Your Highness.” He reaches over and nabs your rather ruined underwear, holding it before your legs to fix onto you. “Until then.”
You gladly slot your legs through the material, stifling a foolish grin as he playful tugs your undergarment up your legs. You revel in his embrace and care, giggling gently. “Until then.”
“And that’s all, my dear.”
Your mother shuts your book as you groan in complaint, finally, and thankfully finished your studies for the day. Your mother always insisted you remain on top of all your lessons, having been a teacher herself who valued learning very deeply.
“Your father and I will be visiting the Peterborough’s this afternoon, dear.” Your mother informs you as she clutches your arms, smiling brightly. “Please be good while we leave you and your brother here. It may be longer than a few hours.”
“Of course, mother.” You smile in response.
“Oh, and you’ve been sure to try on your dress from Mrs. Downman? You know she has stitched a certainly splendid dress for our ball soon upcoming.”
“Yes, mother. You know I know nothing better than to listen to your word.”
Your mother kisses both your cheeks affectionately before holding them delicately in her palms. “Be good to your brother now, dear. I love you.” She fixes some hair behind your ear with a sweet smile before her quick feet have carried her out of her study, leaving you to your own devices. You sigh once you fall to a silence by yourself, faltering back in your chair for wallowing.
You glumly watch through the window of your mother’s study as the coachman prepares the carriage outside, soon anticipating your parents. Your lonesome time suddenly dwells in the realms of utter boredom, knowing you should be inquiring your brother of what business you two may have, though knowledgeable it would only be the same routine, mundane activities your life has thus far been doomed with.
The only genuine excitement that has ever blessed your life were rather the events from two nights ago.
Steamy memories resurface in your mind from the late-night encounter yet again, having distracted you for the majority of your lessons with your mother. You could not focus on the trade routes and systems of your neighbouring country anymore, or without at least feeling an ache tickle you between your legs.
The only thought that so naughtily clouded your mind was the sound of Taehyung’s deep voice in your ear, telling you such erotic things you’ve never heard uttered so casually before. The touch of his tongue licking your ear, his beautiful hands holding your body in place as you moan, pleasurably touching your most intimate parts.
A shiver crawls up your spine once you remember the feeling of an orgasm, the pit of your stomach yearning for such an ardent touch once again.
Or more so, merely the ardent touch of Taehyung’s hands.
You had often found yourself daydreaming of those same masculine, veiny hands fondling your core to so vividly the point in which others have needed to request your name multiple times. Squishing your center shut had become a routine, especially once you would contemplate all the hard work Taehyung must drive himself to do with those long, slender fingers of his.
The passion, the zeal, the pursuit of his work were all evident in his art, though it had also certainly placed a certain fervid adeptness in his hands you could only yearn to feel once again.
Though that very prospect could be a stretch, you presume. Taehyung’s last day in the castle is today, and you have not seen him once since that feverish encounter. You most certainly were not actively searching for him, sparing yourself some of your dignity as you merely inquired here and there of his whereabouts. It seemed that you would miss him by the slightest of seconds, or simply could not be in the same place as him with your own duties to tend to.
It appeared as though he held no interest in seeking you out, either, becoming the product of your melancholy.
Perhaps meeting Taehyung was only a dream, you suppose. A hallucination you merely conjured from the depths of your deepest, darkest desires, sighing yet again as you recall his warm touch, his comforting words, and most of all his soft, soft lips.
No man has ever touched you so delicately, as though you were glass to be protected, yet all the same destroyed into a beautiful mosaic he could coin his very own art. Not only were you impressed by Taehyung as a man, but as an artist as well. It was to your shock that he claimed his first masterpiece was you, suddenly considering what you could ever mean to Taehyung.
Did he touch you to gain you for only a night? Had boredom been the product of his actions? Did he only have the intention of rumpling the sheets with a princess only to leave without a trace and never return?
“What are you doing here all alone, Princess?”
You’re immediately startled by the sound of a deep, velvet voice, widened eyes observing the entrance of your mother’s study as you rise to your feet. Taehyung stands with his broad shoulders squared, though leaning gently against the doorframe, hands clasped behind his back.
Heart rattling in your chest, he seems to be a mirage appearing to you. But the attractive manner in which he tilts his head in order to observe you, his eyes creased with a gentle smile, you can discern he’s very much real.
“I’ve just finished my studies with my mother.” You reply with a gulp, attempting to appear somewhat calm, even though your chest fluttered incessantly in his presence. “Have you.. been about the castle?”
“I was actually at tea with your father.” Taehyung informs. “I am glad he feels such avid love for my art. We discussed it plentifully.”
“I did inform you of his deep interest.” You both merely exchange chuckling smiles, pleasantries always a must. You lightly clear your throat as your hands naturally link together, your eyes unable to keep contact with his for too long.
His stare is too dangerous, and far too alluring. “I have not seen you in a while.”
“A tragedy, really.” Taehyung steps inside the room, advancing very slowly, with almost calculated footwork. “I had spent the last two days in search of you.”
Your eyebrows knit together perplexedly. “You had been looking for me?”
“I was under the impression you did not want to be found.”
Your expression softens, shoulders loosening up their instinctive posture as you regard him. “Sir Taehyung…”
“Just Taehyung, darling.” He corrects you kindly.
“But you are older than me.” You remark, revealing some shame of your much younger age. You did contemplate that possibly, Taehyung may find you uninteresting due to your younger age. You clearly did not possess the same experience as him, considering there could be other women more knowledgeable that would better occupy his time. “Surely I must address you respectfully.”
“You need not worry of such a thing, Your Highness.” Taehyung quells your worries, and very tentatively situates himself by the ajar door as he converses with you. “It does not matter if you are three years younger than me.”
His words provide you with comfort, glad that he did not seem deterred by your inexperience. “I would like to also hold a similar sentiment, and ask that you address me by my real name and title, Taehyung.”
Taehyung cracks a charming smile as he looks at the ground, though lifts up to return to you. “Princess Y/N it is, then.”
You attempt to stifle your bright smile as the sound of your name on his lips. “It seems we have tread past the territory of acquaintances now, haven’t we?”
Taehyung wets his lips as his eyes suddenly become much more serious, as though he is peering into the very corners of your soul. “Is that a bother to you, Princess?”
The genuinity within his question and the shimmer of curiosity in his eyes steals your breath away, swallowing in order to muster a response. “You are never a bother to me, Taehyung.” You emphasize. “I had also searched the castle for you in your absence.”
Taehyung’s gaze never manages to leave yours as he speaks next, his eyes swirling with emotion you could not place, though remained strong within his irises. “It seems we had just missed each other, then.”
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room has changed, Taehyung glancing quickly at the hallway before he grasps the door handle. His palm curls around the knob ever so slowly, watching him peer down at the metal, but return to your eyes.
His gaze remains searing, intoxicating, as though you could read his mind from across the room. He then shuts the door completely, and locks it shut.
You breath hitches at the mere sound, watching Taehyung stand to his full height and adjust his dashing brown waistcoat. Your eyes follow him eagerly as he steps towards you, closing the gap that felt much too large. He stands before you as you peer up at him, and merely observe Taehyung bending down to nearly your eye-level, both his hands grappling onto your mother’s desk behind you. His arms cage you in as you’re trapped between the desk and Taehyung’s immensely handsome face, hiccupping gently when your ass bumps against the edge.
Your round eyes stare back at Taehyung with nothing but innocence, but also impassioned anticipation, having needed Taehyung desperately since the second you had parted from him.
“It is morrow, Princess.” Taehyung breathes against your lips, fervid eyes switching between your eyes and lips, as you similarly do the same.
“And..” You swallow, feeling your body flood with impatient desire. “What may that mean to you?”
Taehyung’s eyes seem to only see your lips now, cracking the lightest of smirks as he closes the space between you two.
“Parting was definitely a sweet sorrow.”
And in a single moment, Taehyung’s lips enveloped yours in a pursuit of burning desire. You could feel the searing effects of his yearning through the absolutely feral manner in which he kissed you; urgent, needful, hungry.
Taehyung’s mouth devoured yours as you adjusted to the power of his kiss, listening to your humming and moaning that nearly coalesced with his own to create the perfect symphony. His beautiful hands settle on your waist as yours fall flat against his chest, feeling Taehyung push you further against your mother’s studying desk. Your veins burst with insatiable hunger.
You open your mouth to taste more of the handsome painter, gaining a lick of the tea he must’ve had earlier. It is of honey with the faintest hint of coffee, adoring the flavor of his mouth. Taehyung similarly swipes his tongue in your mouth as well, licking at all the space sadly left unoccupied by him.
Taehyung disconnects your passionate lips, feeling his hot breath fan across your warm cheeks. You clutch his waistcoat for dear life as you attempt to manage the aching between your legs, squirming incessantly as you refuse to hide it anymore. Taehyung’s obsidian orbs flash down to your wriggling legs, and he returns to you as he cradles your corset-adorned waist.
“Come with me.” He almost coos in a lover’s whisper. He quickly guides you around the desk, only letting your hand go to draw the curtains that overlook the front yard of the castle. Taehyung turns back around to you, sliding his hands underneath your jaw to cradle carefully as he meets you for a sweet kiss.
One turns into two, then three, then before you can even giggle he has casted dozens of kisses against your soft lips, feeling him vibrate with a precious chuckle too. Taehyung then breaks away to seat himself in your mother’s usual chair, and he extends a welcoming hand towards you.
“Sit, Princess.” Taehyung instructs, your fingers entangling with his as you register his request.
“B-but Taehyung-”
“Shh,” he hushes you gently. “I insist, darling.”
With a nervous bite of your lip, you lift your dress as you approach Taehyung’s spread lap. He’s merely too irresistible now, his legs invite you warmly as you fill with excitement. Taehyung also assists you in adjusting your dress before you have plopped down onto his thigh, having seated yourself this way under his guidance.
You are in close quarters with him now, and it is as though you were made to decorate his lap. Your plushy core presses against the meat of his thigh, wondering just how large and strong he must be to so valiantly adorn you on a single leg.
With your hands delicately laced together, your round eyes regard him with tremendous questioning of what you must do next. Taehyung lightly laughs at the mere innocent look of your gorgeous face seeking instruction, sweeping a hand through your hair in admiration.
“What are we doing, Taehyung?”
Taehyung bites his bottom lip as his smiling eyes erode into a look of pure, unadulterated lust, desire, zeal. His hands falter from your face and settle over your hips, his hands large enough to encompass them plentifully as his eyes reveal an inextinguishable flame within them.
With a breath against your cheek and lips reaching your ear, Taehyung whispers ever so deeply. “What an innocent Princess like you deserves.”
Taehyung then gently, almost tentatively begins maneuvering your hips back and forth over his thigh, feeling your breath cinch in your throat once the forward motion floods your core with pleasure.
“Taehyung, what-” He repeats his actions, softly rocking your hips back, only to pull them forward as you shudder above him. The pleasure that takes your core ignites the strongest of flames inside you, shivering as you suppress the sound of a moan.
Taehyung juts his tongue out to impatiently lick at your lips that hang open, gasping as you feel your clothed cunt slide against the muscle of his thigh. His boldness and mere shamelessness only fuels your own, wrapping your lips around Taehyung’s outstretched tongue to suck him in for a kiss. You move passionately against his lips all while his large hands cup and grind your hips over his thigh.
After a wet, sloppy kiss, you disconnect from Taehyung as you search for air. “Taehyung, what.. is this?” You ask breathlessly.
“What you feel.. between your legs.” Taehyung speaks between uneven breaths himself, focusing on the way your hips ride over his leg. “I can help you.”
Before you can even grow embarrassed he so easily knew of your arousal, Taehyung engulfs you in another heated kiss as he moans into your mouth, feeling your helpless hands cradle his shoulders as an anchor. You grip him harder than you have anything in your life, the incessant pleasure flooding your core from the manner in which your clit rubs against Taehyung’s trousers far too powerful to remain dormant.
You grow docile for him, hooded eyes seeking his instruction, until your hips suddenly develop a greedy mind of their own. Taehyung notices your change of pace as you glide your clothed core over his thigh to your desire, crafting a rhythm that sends your body into pure bliss.
“Oh, yes. Princess. Just like that, darling.” Taehyung encourages through a pleasured groan. “Use my thigh, sweetheart. All for you.” His velvet voice vibrates in your ear.
You tuck your face into Taehyung’s neck as you moan, squeezing him so tightly you were sure he should’ve been in pain, though he embraces it. You writhe and whine over his thigh, whimpering as the pleasure begins to feel akin to paradise. Your toes curl in your shoes, your stomach constricts and your pussy flares into a puffy mess of your essence, surely staining yourself and Taehyung’s trousers.
You shrink into his hold once you consider how shameful this is, though nothing can stop how close you feel towards an orgasm. Taehyung’s arms then gently embrace your moving body as you constantly rut yourself over him, relishing in the sounds of your needy, beautiful moans.
“Taehyung.. I.. I apologize.” You manage to speak as your core overrides with irrevocable pleasure now, merely seconds from giving away as tears flood your eyes. You desire the feeling more than anything, uncontrollable in your movements as you vigorously work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh.
He pushes your hips softly as he strokes your hair, deep voice reassuring you. “Do not apologize, Princess. You should never feel ashamed with me.”
“But-but I should.” You insist, pining for the sweet release that constantly assaults your abdomen. “This is not right. This is-this is wrong.”
“Never, darling.” He gently coos. “You are a woman with needs, you desire pleasure just as a man does, just as any other human does.” Taehyung comforts you as he encourages faster movements, knowing the manner in which your clit pulses against his thigh and your moans heighten can only mean your orgasm is approaching. “Never be ashamed of your pleasure, Princess. It is okay to desire more, to have lustful thoughts, to yearn to be touched in your most intimate places.”
Taehyung then rapidly unwinds the cravat he wears around his neck, loosening the tie as he licks his lips and eagerly watches you so tirelessly work your body over his thigh. He rips off the restraining fabric and quickly grabs both your hands off his shoulders. He places the cravat between his teeth as he captures your wrists behind your back, your heavy gasps and breaths coming to a halt as you attempt to register his actions.
“Taehyung-” He then snatches the cravat out of his teeth and wraps the cloth around your ensnared wrists. He begins crafting a tight knot as your chest rises and falls, fascinated by his quick adeptness for tying. He harshly tugs the knot closed and leans back in your mother’s chair, hands sliding up and down your sides.
You would’ve questioned him again of his doings, though they all melt away as you become swept up in the paradise Taehyung grants you. The addition of your hands restrained behind your back left you thrilled and desiring more, whimpering as your eyes begged him alone to help move your hips.
“Taehyung, please..”
Taehyung pecks your pouting lips as he whispers against them, petals brushing yours. “Of course, my love.”
Taehyung begins rocking your hips back and forth again, relishing in the reignition of your pulsing clit against his thigh. Your breaths are running out, your body is buzzing and the restriction from touching him only drives your brutal high. Taehyung groans deeply as he touches your rutting figure to his desire, watching you with hungry eyes and biting his swollen, red lips.
“God, you are a work of art, Princess.” Taehyung rasps in pleasure. A moan escapes you as you relentlessly rut over him, sweat collecting on your forehead as he admires your beauty.
“Do you ever think about sex, Your Highness?” The question catches you off-guard, cheeks growing warmer than they already are.
“I-I do not.”
Taehyung laughs, leaning over to press kisses to your face as his hands travel down to your grinding hips. “You are very cute, Princess.”
You become shy as you sigh and rock your hips, shuddering when the touch is too overwhelming. “Why.. why am I cute?”
“Because you appear innocent, but I know your mind is not.” Taehyung captures your earlobe in between his lips, suckling on the soft flesh. Your face hides in his neck as you gasp.
“Have you thought about sex, darling? Do you have promiscuous thoughts?” The constant contact, rubbing and touching all supply the right attention to your core, but it’s Taehyung’s words that are driving you insane.
“Have you had sexual thoughts about me?”
You moan so loudly, your whines could’ve been crying now. His teasing is only adding to the delectable pleasure growing between your legs, every nerve in your body begging for a release. You decide to become honest if you seek any relief.
“Yes, Taehyung..” You’re breathless when you reply. “I-I have.”
“Good to know I am not the only one.” Taehyung groans himself as he constantly rubs you over his thigh, all while you feel the searing movements warming up your core with your orgasm.
“You.. you have thought about me?” You ask incredulously.
Taehyung moves towards your lips to press needy kisses, devouring your mouth as he whispers in between. “More than you will ever know, Princess.”
His kiss is so sensual, intoxicating you as you work so incessantly for your oragsm. It buzzes, it aches and absolutely ravages your cunt as you cry for your release, Taehyung’s hands helping you along as you’re mere seconds from crumbling…
Until Taehyung completely stops your hips. You gasp incredibly loudly, heaving as scoffs escape you. “Taehyung!” You scold him harshly, only for Taehyung to nab a handkerchief from his jacket and shove it into your mouth.
You furrow your eyebrows in anger and grunt in frustration, until Taehyung casts a finger over his lips to signal you to hush. “Be quiet. Princess. You are too loud.”
Eyes wide in shock and embarrassment colouring you, Taehyung eases the feeling as he caresses your body. “It’s alright, Princess. Just bite this cloth for me.” He whispers closely, nodding in response.
Taehyung seems to understand your orgasm is close, because no matter how hard you fight to move your hips once again, Taehyung denies you the opportunity as he either slows down or completely halts you. You whine and cry and whimper as you attempt to move, and indulge in Taehyung allowing you a sweet moment of rubbing again, until it becomes merely temporary and he rips away your undoing.
Tears flood your eyes as you look to Taehyung for any mercy, watching him merely chuckle and whisper to you. “Such a good little Princess, huh?” Taehyung praises as he leans forward and begins nibbling your cheek. “My dirty little Princess?”
His words ignite your veins as your orgasm reaches the very precipice so closely, you ache with every nerve in your body to feel the gates burst open. Tears cascade down your once unembellished skin as you yearn for the familiar finishing you last felt with Taehyung, knowledgeable that the denial of this time will only allow it to be more intense.
You forcefully push past Taehyung’s hands that control your hips, incessantly rutting harder to finally tip over the edge, only for him to put you back into your place. It’s not until you begin openly crying and pathetically whimpering in his arms does Taehyung grant your mercy.
“Taehyung, please!” Your muffled voice begs him.
“Princess,” He calls you out of breath. “Do you want to finish? Do you need to finish, my love?”
You nod as though you had gone insane, Taehyung almost adopting your craze as he watches your breasts bounce in your dress, breathless when he coos. “Then come all over me, darling. Be my dirty princess.”
You groan into the cloth with insanity, and Taehyung merely grows too impatient watching your chest so constricted. He tugs down your dress and surpasses whatever layer to lick at a nipple, and your world completely collapses, never having felt such a delicious feeling before. He continues to slather his tongue all over the sensitive nub as he guides you over his hips, whining and sobbing and whimpering until your head is clouded in a haze, goosebumps speckling across your skin until finally, a harsh snap occurs within the pit of your guts.
With a lewd gasp into Taehyung’s handkerchief, you completely release all over Taehyung’s trousers. Your body shakes incredibly with the after effects, your legs lose strength and your breaths require more air. Taehyung rapidly removes his handkerchief from your mouth and immediately envelopes you in a kiss, swallowing every gasp, moan and groan that escapes you.
His tongue slithers inside as he tastes all of you, gently moving you over his thigh in order to ease the tightness that ravages your core. You lose all cohesion in your joints and fall limp against Taehyung’s shoulder, breaking away from his kiss. The intensity still rings within your body, calming down as his arms loosely hug you. You resupply your lungs with much needed oxygen as your mind clears up, now realizing the reality of what you had just done.
You had finished all over Taehyung’s trousers, most likely having stained them, and the thought causes you to panic.
“Oh no, Taehyung.” You cry as you look between your bodies, feeling how incredibly wet you had made him. “ I’m sorry. I am so sorry.. forgive me. I did not mean to-”
Taehyung’s eyes immediately soften watching you weep, pondering just how heart-breaking it is to see you cry. “Shh, Your Highness. It’s alright.. It is okay.” Taehyung engulfs you in his arms as he cradles your head and strokes your back, attempting to soothe your cries.
“But your trousers. I am sorry.. I’m sorry-”
“Shh, my love. It is normal, do not worry. You are fine, darling. Just fine.” His soothing voice, comforting words and encouraging rubs eventually silence your cries, sniffing as your crying eyes remain tucked into Taehyung’s neck.
You lift him once your weeping comes to a quiet. You sniffle yet again as you tentatively peer at Taehyung with such teary, precious eyes, he cannot help but feel his heart flutter inside his chest. He is enamoured, endeared by just how surreal you truly are, the epitome of a walking angel.
His lips fall into a sympathetic pout as he delicately holds your cheeks in his palms, wiping your tears away as he admires your gorgeous face. He quickly undoes the knot he had tied around your wrists, bringing his cravat towards your face. He gently pats the cloth underneath your eyes and precisely tidies you up, giggling through teary eyes as Taehyung attempts to cheer you up with wide smiles.
“You’re far too beautiful to see so sad, Princess.” Taehyung speaks softly as she finishes up, pressing his lips to the very tip of your nose. You chuckle a little when his lips tickle you.
“I’m truly sorry, Taehyung. I did not think I would become so out of control.” You genuinely inform him.
“As I’ve told you, darling. Do not worry about such a thing with me.” Taehyung firmly reassures you as he fixes your breasts back into your dress, and pulls you flush against him. Your chests press against each other and he unabashedly gazes into your eyes, thumbs drawing soothing circles over you.
“I will worship every inch of your body, and shall never shame you for your pleasure.” Taehyung declares meaningfully as his lips peck a single slow, simmering kiss to your lips. He gradually shifts to your neck, and begins sensually engulfing your pulse point in his mouth.
Small moans escape you as you relish in the feeling, biting your bottom lip to stay sane. Desire too strong floods your bloodstream as you rapidly dive for his neck in return, and replicate the exact kisses against his neck. You rhythmically suck on his skin, increasing in power once Taehyung sighs and moans reach your ears, revving you on far more than you should’ve been.
Travelling towards his clavicles becomes your only concern until Taehyung is driven far too mad. He wraps his hand around your throat and pries you off him, indulging in the rough feeling of his hand decorating your neck. Taehyung brings you just before his lips and kisses you messily, absolutely in disarray as he ravages your mouth for your addicting taste. You return a sloppy kiss as his Taehyung’s forehead comes to rest against yours, swallowing to regain himself. “Princess.. I have but one request.” He speaks in his velvet tone against your lips.
“Mm?” You respond.
“I leave the castle tomorrow, early morning.” He informs, wetting his lips. “I will be staying near the city’s square.. by the Huntsman’s Bakery Shop.” He breathlessly tells you, feeling your heart trip over itself inside your chest. Will he ask of you what you’ve always desired?
“Let us not bid each other a sweet sorrow again.”
You giggle as you admire Taehyung’s recitation of Romeo and Juliet, boldly jutting forward and kissing his beautiful lips. He’s far too endearing to say no to, knowing with all your heart, you yearn almost painfully to see him again. The idea of being robbed of the opportunity leaves your heart in immense misery.
“We shall not, Taehyung.”
He smiles through an exhale, adoring the manner in which his cheeks rise. “Until then, Princess.”
With Taehyung pressing a deep kiss to your lips, you fill with a sense of happiness you cannot even begin to chronicle, responding gleefully.
“Until then, Taehyung.”
It is warm at Taehyung’s residence. His home is inviting, welcoming as it remains adorned with candlelights, and warm scents of coffee and lavender tea. Taehyung currently brews some for yourselves, standing shirtless while you lay naked in his sheets. You lounge comfortably as you watch his beautiful, bare back muscles work away, gazing at him like a lovestruck fool.
It was twilight now, a commonality for your meetings of the past week.
Your relationship could only ever exist at night, unfortunately. Your position as princess of the kingdom granted you an illustrious, notable reputation, while Taehyung was the most well-acclaimed painter in all the land, as many would say.
The mere prospect of being seen or caught with Taehyung did not leave a good taste in your mouth, contemplating the dangers of your affairs leaking out. Not only was Taehyung not a subject of your kingdom, but was not of royal status either. Your father would never approve of such a relationship, possibly dooming any liking he had towards the talented painter and his work.
“This is a lovely house, Taehyung.” You muse as your eyes traverse the aesthetically-pleasing look of Taehyung’s home, sheets wrapped around your naked form. It is a lovely studio, built to perfection and screamed the likes of Taehyung louder than you do.
Linen canvases, his older paintings, even the tremendous amount of supplies added to the unruly nature of his residence, though it adds a sense of chaotic charm to the cozy home; it felt like him.
Taehyung surprisingly has a balcony, and while not too far up, does in fact overlook the nearby river that shimmered with calm ripples of the moonlight. The smell of acrylic, coffee and varnish usually floods your nostrils, nearly becoming a scent akin to home for you.
You sit up on the bed, clinging the sheets to your bare chest with your nightgown on the floor, Taehyung having taken it off quite some hours ago to “play with you” he had claimed.
‘That’s it, Your Highness, just like that.’
‘Just like I taught you, dirty princess.’
‘Will you cum for me?’
‘I know how badly you want me, my love.’
A shudder rakes your spine as you recall the heated sessions of Taehyung’s hands and lips, having experienced his tongue traversing what he deemed your ‘garden of a body’. He endlessly praised how beautiful you are, how mesmerizing your skin is, moaning against your body until your legs convulsed and your essence coated much of his slender fingers.
You can’t help but adore every gorgeous inch of the stunning man now, either, recalling the evil manner in which he devoured your cum right off himself.
He deserves to be called a piece of art.
The very man himself approaches you with a smile, two teacups in his hands. He carefully seats himself beside you as you create more room for him, shifting over in your sheets. He cracks a soft grin at your consideration, extending a warm cup for you. You cutely thank him as you receive the tea, attempting to not stray away from his beautiful face to canvas his toned, gorgeous body.
Your eyes betray you anyway once you see his full, built biceps, eyes scanning over his naked torso before returning to his gaze.
You must be in a dream.
You’re merely caught in a stare with him as you both take a small sip of your tea, watching the illegal manner in which the column of his throat bobs for a swallow.
He brings down his teacup, suddenly bringing his thumb to your lips as he breathes a laugh. He swipes something from the corner of your mouth, bringing your own hand to the area with round eyes as he pops his thumb into his mouth. He sucks lightly, peering at you as he does so, and your entire core explodes with fireworks. He pulls his thumb out and takes a peek to see if it was clean.
“What was that?”
“Some sugar, it had not quite dissolved yet.” He smiles gently, nodding in understanding. You are both left in a small bout of silence, though it is not necessarily odd, you would say. It is comfortable, having found a sense of familiarity with Taehyung. He is like a friend, you would say. Even though you both participated in scandalous activities that were not what mere friends did.
“Thank you for the compliments on my house. It belonged to my parents.” Taehyung suddenly expresses his gratitude.
You sit with poised posture, though it falters, feeling such a genuine sense of comfort with Taehyung. A serene quietness. “Were they subjects of Wisteria?”
“They used to be, yes.” Taehyung explains. “I was born in Wisteria, my mother and father were aristocrats here.”
The information quirks your brow. “Truly?”
“Yes,” he nods, eyes concentrated on the cup in his hand, thumb tracing the intricate pattern. “They are doctors, and own land here in Wisteria. They had built this house from the profit of the ownership and their work.” Taehyung gently blows off the steam from his cup, bringing it to his lips for a drink. “Leaving Wisteria was crucial for them during the war in Caehan years ago.”
Caehan is a neighbouring kingdom, a region with vast land and riches due to all their suitable weather for agriculture. A war had begun over the limited resources when a great drought had unfortunately devastated the land, slowing down much of their agricultural gain and finances. The losses had sent them into a brutal civil war for survival.
“Their expertise were needed and my mother and father left behind this home. I joined them there, much of my childhood was in Caehan.”
You are genuinely shocked by these details about Taehyung, endearing that no matter how little, you are slowly learning more about him the more amusing time you spent with him.
Or more accurately, the more time you spend falling in love with him. You hate how undeniable the feeling is.
“Your life.. Taehyung. I am curious.” You tentatively begin, hand of yours gently falling against his thigh. “How did you become a painter?”
Taehyung stops drinking his tea then, cup halted from tipping his beverage between his full lips. You register the feeling of unease from him, rapidly apologizing.
“I-I am sorry, Taehyung. I did not mean-“
“No, it is okay, Your Highness.” Taehyung flashed you a reassuring smile, his kind eyes now focused on you. He sighs as he allows himself a moment, wetting his lips. He gazes at you with those alluring eyes of his you could spend eons attempting to map out.
He is just so dreamy.
He abandons his cup after a short moment, letting it simply rest in his lap. Sounds of the wood crackling in his fireplace fill the air, a very tender warmth and soothing aura draping the room. It is almost funny that despite your nudity, and despite Taehyung merely in his trousers, there is no need to feel ashamed, rather feeling accepted, comfortable.
“I am the eldest of three children,” Taehyung begins, vision fixated on his tea. “My mother and father had expected me to become a doctor, to eventually own their clinic along with my siblings. Though I did not share their affinity and love for medicine.. or such vigorous studies.” He detailed as though he were reliving his past, soothing his thigh with your thumb in a gentle show of support.
“My love lied within painting, creating. I could not simply sit at a desk with the education my parents afforded me. It was too bland a concept, too colourless and merely monotonous.” His eyes then meet yours, cracking the gentlest of smiles as he watches your attentive eyes pay him your most undivided attention.
How cute a princess could be, he thought.
“I held no intentions of becoming a doctor, and simply abandoned my family in my young adulthood, thirteen. I was blessed to meet a boy who found me and my art, and I am now where I am. He presented me to his father, who was an art teacher and luckily a painter himself.” That’s when your head tilted to the side, lips falling into the shape of an ‘o’ in realization.
“Would that boy happen to be Jungkook?” You innocently observe. Jeon Jungkook was Taehyung’s assistant that dutifully aided in his work. His job consisted of not only managing most of Taehyung’s whereabouts and schedules, but greatly providing any help the painter needed. They were not only work colleagues but old time friends, Taehyung having detailed many times that he would trust Jungkook with his own life.
You had come to know of him through the routine Taehyung had crafted for you. Jungkook was appointed as your ‘collector’ during the night and would safely retrieve you from the castle during the later, more dangerous hours. He would often help hide your identity, accompanying him on a horse to Taehyung’s residence. You’d grown truly fond of him, he was witty, personable and possessed the brightest smile you had ever witnessed.
Second to Taehyung, that is.
“Yes, you’re correct, darling.” Taehyung grins, his hand cupping over yours on his thigh, soothing you with a brush of his hand. “Observant as always; a truly intelligent woman.”
His praise causes your cheeks to warm up, disguising your bashful smile with a bite of your bottom lip.
“But yes, I owe much of my life to Jungkook. Even if he may be 2 years shy of me, I would not be where I am without his kindness.” Taehyung smiles to himself.
“Did you ever meet your parents again?”
“I did, three years ago.” Taehyung casually relays. “It had been after my art became well-renowned. My name had been in the papers for some time then, and they had finally mustered the courage to send me a letter. We communicate regularly now, they are proud of me, I would say. Though there is still some disparity between us.”
You nod as you attentively listen. “But you had finally pursued what you love, Taehyung. That is wonderful.”
He smiles brightly as you cherish the image. “Did you take any lessons regarding art? I have always wondered how you are schooled as an artist.”
“I did, yes. Much of what I learned was by Jungkook’s father. Though he was able to send me to a school for lessons, as well.”
“What lessons did you receive?”
“Quite many, actually.” He informs. “Many lessons were regarding the fundamental rules of art, even ethics and politics. I have taken specific classes on the art of the human body, as well.”
Your eyebrows raise, swallowing. “What.. did you learn?”
“Mainly the arcs and certain lines of the body. Angular differences, shading, as well as nude art.” He speaks of it so casually, you feel displaced by the information.
“Did you perhaps... paint naked women?”
Taehyung chuckles. “Yes, I did, quite many.”
He sees your face falter then, hand set over his thigh now losing its grip. He immediately softens.
“Nudity is normal in art, Princess. I can assure you, you have the most beautiful body I have ever laid my eyes upon.” Taehyung assures you, playfully wiggling at your finger with kind eyes.
You warm up then, cracking a smile, even if your heart still feels heavy with envy. “Well, you are surely living a better life than if you had become a doctor. Naked women must be more welcoming than a case of cholera.”
The sounds of your wholesome chuckling together fill the room, Taehyung falling to a silence as his hand sets over yours, soothing you. “I love my family, I truly do. Though I have come to see Jungkook and his father as my true family now. It is the reason I can only trust him with our little secret.” Taehyung’s eyes crease with a smile and you gently giggle, fingers now clasped around his hand in a soft hold.
“I would say our dirty little secret. Correct, Mr. Painter?”
Taehyung chuckles as he clasps your hand back, eyes unable to leave yours. “I see my Princess is slowly losing her innocence.” He hums almost dangerously, the low vibration of his voice causing a shiver to rake your core.
“Who is to say I was ever innocent at all?”
Taehyung’s eyes shimmer with amusement, slowly jutting out his tongue to wet his lips. You watch the action closely, heart fluttering as you feel yourself falling deeper into Taehyung’s abyss. You are aware you should not, falling is easy, though regaining yourself is not. You still did not know Taehyung’s intentions with you. Hearing the mention of what could have been a myriad of naked women he met throughout his work, not to mention the three more years of experience he harbours, you feel inferior, possibly amateur and naive, envious. Yet despite that, you always give into him in the end, and it is a rather complex state of mind to be in.
Who is to say you are something meaningful to Taehyung at all?
You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Taehyung shift on the bed, suddenly much closer to you. You suck in a quick breath as you observe he is not with his teacup anymore, and has instead subtracted the gap between your bodies. His face is before yours, losing yourself in the soft fire that glows in his eyes, far too stupid a fool to deny such a gorgeous, breath-taking man.
He juts forward ever so slightly, and his lips are mere inches from yours. His vision switches from your eyes to your now parted lips, and before you can think, Taehyung presses his lips against yours. He kisses you sweetly, though shortly before breaking away, searching your eyes.
They must communicate the nearly insatiable yearning within you, you believe, breathless after a measly kiss. Taehyung’s hand curls around the cup in your hand, casting it aside on his night table. Your round, round eyes remain fixated on him, Taehyung’s finger gently brushing underneath your chin. He tips you slightly upwards as he plants his lips against yours, ever so softly, ever so deeply.
Kissing slowly at first, Taehyung ensures he savours your mouth. He cradles the tip of your chin and moves unhurriedly, sensually against you. You gently moan into the kiss, adoring the feeling and taste of his tender lips and delectable tongue.
Taehyung slowly increases the power of his kiss, gently guiding you back against his mattress, and your head settles on a pillow as his mouth remains hot on yours. You moan quietly into his mouth as his hands traverse your sides. They glide up your fiery skin and grapple onto the messy sheets draping you, unsheathing them from your body as Taehyung tosses them to the side.
He relishes in your nude body as your hands lay either side of your head, humming and groaning with Taehyung whose rough, calloused hands run over your stunning figure. He worships your mouth and tongue with an amorous, consuming kiss, fingers slowly tangling with yours against his bed. Holding you down, Taehyung’s lips soon abandon your mouth to trail kisses down your jaw, indulging in his sweet mouth leaving such saccharine kisses.
Lips latching onto your skin with feather-like pecks, Taehyung tucks his face into the crook of your neck and presses open-mouthed, heated kisses against your most sensitive skin. You jolt with a rush of arousal, legs squirming against the mattress as you feel his hot breath against you.
“So beautiful.” He quietly muses, lips traversing your pulse point to his desire. He begins suckling on your skin then, working his mouth in order to savour you as he nibbles away. His kisses feel almost territorial, as though he is marking what is his, though at the same time reflects a certain sense of care, of consideration and affection that leaves you breathless.
Your heart bursts as Taehyung falters to your collarbones, pressing the most tender of kisses that seem to heal every scar, wound or pain within your body. You only buzz with electrifying arousal, speckling across your chest once Taehyung’s lips gladly find your breasts.
“Taehyung.. oh.”
He nips one of the mounds with his teeth, breathing against your hardened nipple. His teeth graze the sensitive nub before he ever so lightly bites you, shivering with pleasure as a hand of his slithers up your midriff, kneading your neglected breast. His tongue swipes against your nipple beforing engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the perfect flesh. You peek a glance down at Taehyung, watching as his near raven hair blankets over his forehead and almost obstructs his eyes, though you are able to see the blissful manner in which he devours you.
His irises then meet yours, enchanting and sinful as he regards you with orbs of sheer darkness, lust and desire painting them over. He pays the same attention to your other breast before he passes your midriff, lining your body with searing, deep kisses before he has reached your abdomen, and your entire body leaps into high alert.
Your core clenches dangerously, peering down to find him delicately kissing your skin, almost as though he means to show you all the affection he can offer.
“Taehyung..” You whisper, indulging in his mind-spinning kisses before he has reached the top of your mound, gasping loudly.
“Mm?” He responds, though clearly does not mean for it to distract him from his work. Your breaths quicken as Taehyung dives in between your legs and kisses everywhere but your gushing, essence-coated pussy, thighs threatening to shut close around him.
Though just as you do, Taehyung curls his hands around your thighs and spreads you wide open, the tip of his nose just barely touching your folds. You are driven mad, surely insane as you yearn for his mouth, but also know the sanity you will lose if he does so.
“Taehyung.. I.. I will lose my mind.” You warn him meekly, squirming and gripping the sheets below you as he breathes against your core, eyes boring into your soul from between your thighs.
“That is not a bad thing, Your Highness.” His deep voice vibrates your very being, the bass flooding your leaking center.
“Go mad, my love.”
Before you can construct a sentence, Taehyung kisses the roof of your mound gently before slowly, delicately descending to your pulsing bud. You ignite immediately, soul leaving your body once his large, beautiful lips envelope your cunt. He plants almost loving kisses against your opening, worshipping and relishing in merely kissing your core as though it were your lips.
Colours explode behind your eyes sighing and moaning uncontrollably as he finally opens his mouth and engulfs your pussy, flexing his jaw in order to taste and licking all your dripping essence.
“So sweet, darling. Sweeter than honey.” Taehyung praises breathlessly, his lips glistening with our gushing cum as you watch him dive back into your cunt, now jutting out his tongue to plentifully lick as your quivering folds.
He licks a long, thick stripe up your slit, slowly and deliberately that shakes up your entire foundation of thought. You fight a lewd yelp knowing Jungkook sleeps in merely just the room over from Taehyung, clamping a hand over your mouth. Your moans become muffled, Taehyung increasing the flexibility and technique of his tongue. He lays an open-mouthed kiss, suckling on your pussy lips, and then slithers his tongue right through you.
Slender fingers of his suddenly dig into your thighs, however, jerking when you feel the pain.
“Do not cover your mouth, Your Highness.” Taehyung's dark, authoritative tone instructs, the tip of tongue exploring your buzzing bud. “I want to hear you.”
Your chest fills with overwhelming arousal, insides already contorting into a knot of pleasure that will release soon. Taehyung suddenly tugs your body flush against his face, shoving himself deeper into your most intimate parts as you sigh and moan like a madwoman.
Unnoticeably getting too riled up, your body begins tensing as your fingers clasp Taehyung’s sheets harshly, your moans replicating how hard you are straining. The amount of pleasure in your system is too much. Taehyung seems to detect this, swallowing and sucking on your flared clitoris before popping off, breathing hot and heavy.
“Relax, Your Highness. Do not tense your body.” Your chest rises and falls as your eyes meet him between you, pupils dilated in a lust-filled haze. “Lay back and rest for me, darling. Enjoy yourself.”
You take his words to heart, easing yourself into Taehyung's bed and taking a deep breath, You melt into his sheets with a composing exhale, Taehyung’s tongue suddenly poking inside your pulsing hole. You gasp yet again, the intensity of his lips and tongue are simply too good to deny, too good to remain so quiet about.
Arching off his bed, your hands slide in his beautiful locks of coffee-brown hair and tug at the ends. You gently cradle his head, massaging his scalp as you shut your eyes and relish in the heavenly, divine feeling of his tongue and lips worshipping you. Tugging his hair only leaves him groaning against you, humming in sheer drug-like pleasure, and you figure Taehyung loves when his hair is pulled.
You repeat the action for good measure and are sent to another universe when he moans so deeply against your core, you feel he low vibration travel into your core and tighten the knot in your stomach. You whine and writhe now, knowing your high is approaching and aching for something to push you over the edge.
You become more desperate, more breathless as Taehyung accordingly speeds up his lips and tongue, devouring your pussy as though you were his first meal of the day and certainly his last. You begin lifting your hips and bucking them against his gorgeous face, the very prospect of stuffing such a beautiful man with your cunt driving you mad.
Taehyung suddenly slithers his fingers around your thigh up your leg, unexpectedly bringing them before your shivering entrance and inserting them without warning. With the much practice you two have with your core now, Taehyung’s fingers slide in with little to no resistance, your dripping honey enough to slicken up your walls and ease the intrusion. You immediately gasp as he fills you up.
His long, slender fingers thrusting inside you automatically elicit a blissful moan from you, Taehyung’s beautiful name the only means of keeping yourself sane. You tug at his hair hard enough to have him actively kissing and licking your pussy lips harder, now focusing on your clit as he fingers you. The heat and intensity rise as Taheyung works his fingers inside your pussy, crafting a smooth rhythm that leaves you moaning and shuddering with abundant pleasure.
The knot in your stomach tightens harder once Taehyung begins rocking himself against the bed, no doubt providing himself relief as your orgasm builds and builds, Taehyung’s velocity deliciously increasing. Shortly he is finger-fucking your core, as though his hands and lips are making love to your pussy as he ravages you clit. The tip of his tongue showers your aching bud with so much stimulation, so much wet and soft friction that your walls incessantly clench around his well-sculpted fingers.
You feel every divot, every joint and indent of his fingers so graciously stroking the roof of your cunt, repeatedly hitting your one soft, spongy spot. With a little flick of his tongue against your clit and a suckle to taste, you completely unravel under his magical onslaught.
“Oh yes, Your Highness, just like that.” Taehyung groans. “So fucking beautiful.”
An erotic, loud moan is ripped from your mouth as your body convulses, hips jerking upwards as you orgasm. You stuff Taehyung’s face with your gushing sex, though he does not seem to mind at all.
If anything, Taehyung adores it, catching a whiff of your essence with a rumbling hum. He suddenly grips your legs wider for himself then, spreading them indefinitely as he digs in to taste all your oozing cum, licking at the clear, sticky mess between you as though it were the sweetest of syrup.
“Mmm, so delicious.” He breathes. “The sweetest of all.”
His ravenous tongue begins to taint your insides with sensitivity, breaths rampant as you request him to stop, and Taehyung complies.
He props up on his elbows to watch your body come down its high, cheeks flushed and skin heated as sweat slicks your glowing skin. He admires the sheer amount of beauty within such a sight, wondering to himself if he could ever paint one thing in his life, it would be the gorgeous face of you after a mind-spinning orgasm.
An arm is casted over your teary, tired eyes as you attempt to regain your breath, head filled with nothing but emptiness. Taehyung crawls over your heaving body between your legs, dipping down to press his wet, swollen lips against your delicate petals. You prop your arm off yourself as you welcome him with open arms, winding them around his bare neck and shoulders. Your mouths forget the idea of scarcity as you devour each other, taste each other so shamelessly, and the flavour of yourself does in fact seem as sweet as honey.
You smile into the kiss as Taehyung swirls his tongue around yours, wet muscles battling themselves sloppily between your connected mouths. He pulls away, needing air. His forehead falls against yours, breaths melding into one as you cherish this small, quaint moment with him.
You are certain Taehyung feels the same way, simply breathing in your presence, his cheeks and mouth still stained with your essence. He pecks you one last time, jutting upwards for another kiss before he suddenly lifts off you, thumb landing against your cheek to stroke.
“You should go, Your Highness. It is late.” Taehyung requests as he removes himself from his body, crawling off.
“But we always lay together afterwards, Taehyung.” You straighten yourself up and lean back onto your hands, regarding him with furrowed brows.
“It is not intelligent for us to do so every night. It is plausible your family or a servant may find your bed empty at the castle.” Your brow quirks as Taehyung rises to his feet, searching for his shirt and tugging it over his head. His concern for such a thing leaves an unusual taste in your mouth. You have both always been a stickler towards the secrecy of your relationship, it is surely forbidden and holds dire consequences if found out.
Though this sudden rushing and apprehension leaves you feeling hurt..
He quickly locates your nightgown upon the ground, nabbing the thin material and presenting it to you. “You must go, Princess Y/N.” The repetition of your name leaves you chest tainting with doubt, why has he suddenly gotten so serious? Multiple questions swarm your head, though they bundle inside your throat as none articulate themselves.
Instead, you silently comply as Taehyung slips your nightgown onto your naked body, even scrounging for your drawers in his sheets as he offers them to you, a tight-lipped smile on his lips. His behaviour causes a darkness to shroud your heart, a pit settling into your stomach as you register his haste.
Is he possibly kicking you out for another woman? Will a lover of his come home tonight?
Your thoughts are interrupted when you find yourself already by his front door, dressing you with your disguising robe that hides your face with its large hood. Taehyung then leads you through the home to disrupt Jungkook, knocking on his door quite loudly.
Jungkook awakes with barely open eyes and pouty lips, Taehyung informing him it is time to take you home. You clutch his hand with uncertain anxiety, you wonder what could so possibly be causing his sudden haste.
You pray your previous thoughts are wrong the entire horse ride back to the castle.
“Princess, you be sure to inform me if even the slightest thread is out of my place, my dear.”
“Oh please, Mrs. Downman. I doubt with your unrivalled talent I should ever find an issue.”
The older lady laughs merrily as she beams with a smile, sending her your own as you near the entrance of the store.
“Oh my, please tell your mother to visit me as well! I have been dying to show her my newest creation.”
“Not to fuss at all, Mrs. Downman, she will be visiting you soon. My mother is itching to visit you as well!” You giggle with the tailor as she bids you a farewell, waving back to her kindly before you have exited the shop. You intake a deep breath as you find yourself outside, eyes welcomed by the busied streets of the city.
Your mother had sent you to visit Mrs. Downman for the gown she had been diligently preparing for you, ensuring it fit flawlessly and was to your liking. Your family’s ball was not too far away from now, with much to do and many guests to please. It has been at the forefront of your mind in the last few days, though has also been a fruitful distraction from a certain painter that always freely frolicked about in your head.
You become frustrated with the ever-so handsome, and yet mysterious Taehyung, still pondering your last encounter together a few days earlier. Too angry to see him since your last, begrudgingly steamy time spent together, you simply denied Jungkook anytime he had visited the castle to collect you. You did feel a twinge of guilt knowing he rides all the way to the castle to fetch you, though you did not wish to see Taehyung. Especially after the haste in which he shooed you away, as though you were a fly hovering around his meal.
You despised how often since then your thoughts drifted towards his merciless tongue so enthusiastically tasting you, licking you as though you were the sweetest of candy. Even if your orgasm was mind-numbing, and certaintly made your legs quiver when recalling his deep moans against your gushing sex, you were to not fall victim to him again.
Even if you still remembered every vividly piercing detail of his fingers toying with your clitoris.
You shudder, coughing it out. It irked your very being he did not even indulge in the usual aftercare he shows you once your encounters have tired, cleaning between your legs or offering comfort through praises and stroking your hair. Perhaps he had other obligations and had something important to tend to. Perhaps he needed to sleep early for a crucial event the next day, perhaps he was simply exhausted. Though it did not warrant shutting you out and kicking you to the wolves.
Like you have said before, you are friends, and it did not sit well with you that is how he treats a friend.
To be quite honest, it was the prospect of being of simple, convenient use to Taehyung that triggered such anger within you. It’s hurtful, the hasty nature in which you were discarded, leaving you with a terrifying sense of small worth to the man after all. It does not slip your mind that he had openly admitted to gazing at multiple naked women in his escapades of art, unknowledgable of just how many of those women he could have possibly found himself escapading with.
Again, you must iterate the undeniable allure of his charms; he is a sickeningly handsome man, and you do not blame anyone for succumbing to him.
In all your second-guessing of your relationship together, you suddenly ram into a man walking along the street. You quickly falter, though register his arms around you, almost protecting you from falling. You scramble for an apology, though to your shock find the very man you are fuming about.
You huff, such an annoyingly small world, you presume.
“Well, isn’t it lovely to run into you, Your Highness.” Taehyung sends you a dashing smile, lips curving into a small smirk as he regards you.
You gently hmph, removing yourself from his hold and not holding his eyes. “Hello, Taehyung.”
He seems to not exactly be thrown off by your coldness, rather amused. “Are you in town for something, Princess?”
You attempt to ignore the midnight blue tailcoat hugging Taehyung’s flawless body, scoffing that he is exactly the Prince Charming fairy tales marvel about. “A tailor, though I do not believe that should be any of your business.”
You disregard his presence as you walk past the painter, not paying any attention to him. It is to your surprise he actually follows you, keeping up with your small, quick steps as he speaks with entertained mirth.
“I would actually love to make it my business, Your Highness.”
“And why exactly would that be?”
“Well, I do recall sharing with you my favourite tea. And not merely by means of a cup.” You catch the double-meaning in his words, remembering the taste of lavender on his tongue as he shoved it down your throat. You shiver with arousal when you recall him devouring your lips, tongue dancing with yours. You side-eye the confident, smug man.
“That does not warrant your need to know my whereabouts.” You continue on your unbothered walk, reaching a crossing that will help you reach the other side of the street leading into a park. You honestly hope to lose Taehyung among the others strolling the freshly cut grass.
“Then perhaps my ability to have you moaning my name, then?” You immediately shoot Taehyung a pointed look, nearly harming him with a jab.
“Shh, how dare you utter that aloud!” You whisper harshly.
Taehyung laughs, hiding the curve of his lips behind a fist. “I am merely joking, Princess.”
“You do not joke so loudly, Taehyung.” Your eyes stare him down rigidly before peering left and right as you move to cross. You nearly step out onto the pavement before you are stopped by Taehyung’s arm, who blocks your way. Your eyes cut towards him to find him scanning the road as well, halting you from moving.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking out for you, Your Highness.” He smiles genially. “Am I not allowed to do so?” You roll your eyes at his wide grin, casting his hand away.
“I am able to cross a road by myself, Taehyung.” You huff, walking along your way. You march over to the other side and tread towards the path of the usual park you visit for an afternoon stroll, hoping to clear your head.
It is now not to your surprise that Taehyung follows you.
You look towards your side and find the quite tall man next to you, matching your walking speed, though his long legs make him appear as though he is not walking quickly at all.
“You have not been visiting me lately, Princess.”
There it is, the topic. You simply sigh as you address him aloofly, much more interested in finding your carriage instead. “No, I have not.”
Taehyung seems to sigh to himself, lips thinly pursing as he addresses you again. “I am aware of that, Princess. I am inquiring why.”
“You did not necessarily ask a question before.”
Taehyung then steps in front of you abruptly, obstructing your path as he comes into view. You glower at him, attempting to step by him from your right, though he also shuffles right as well. You narrow your eyes into slits, moving to the left, and Taehyung follows you again. You grow tired of this unnecessary waltz with him and simply cast him aside with a push, feet carrying you speedily.
But, Taehyung uses his advantageously long legs to slip directly in front of you and halt your walking yet again. You inevitably crash right into his strong, hard chest, peering up to meet his eyes. Your heart lurches, why must he be wearing the one Eau de Cologne you love so deeply?
Huffing, you stare him square in the face. You see a light draw to his brows that communicates some frustration, eyes desiring to reach you. “I am serious, Your Highness. Have I done something to earn such cold behaviour?”
You scoff, physically so, enough that he can actually see you do it. “I am not sure, Taehyung. Perhaps next time you should not treat me as a mere pest to be exterminated from your home.”
Lifting your dress, you walk past him yet again as you hasten your steps. You wish that such obviously upset emotion did not taint you, though it was trivial when Taehyung had made you feel so disregarded.
You also desired to see just how much he would fight for you.
Perhaps you indeed are another victim to his charms, though his actions did not make you feel that way. He had made you feel important, different, special. Though who could ever know, perhaps you truly are a mere royal rump in the sheets to Taehyung.
Said man has suddenly matched your pace once again, joining your side as he speaks meaningfully, as though finally figuring out the issue. “Your Highness, I was merely worried about the time. It was late and I did not want you to find yourself in trouble.”
“I am able to handle myself, Taehyung. I do not appreciate being treated in such a hasty manner, however.”
“I apologize, Your Highness. I did not mean to upset you. I was merely worried.” His words do soften you a little, though it is your right to assure him that you do not appreciate being treated as a mere thing to use.
“You should have said so, Taehyung.”
“I understand, Your Highness.” Taehyung even makes it a statement to bow slightly. “I had just remembered the meeting with the royal museum I was obligated to attend in the morning. Though it is my fault for not communicating such a thing with you, Princess. I had believed it would not be important to her Highness”
Your coldness thaws then, his unfettered respect for you is surely commendable. You suddenly feel guilty that you had possibly cost him much needed sleep that day, and your behaviour may have been too harsh, as well.
“I appreciate your sentiment,” you reply, slowing down the pace of your walking. “Though I hope it does not happen next time.”
Taehyung’s smile suddenly curves, eyes glowing with joy. “So there will be a next time, I see.”
You side-eye the handsome painter again, though this time it is rather light-hearted. You breathe a small laugh once you see the amused grin upon his stunning face, always having enjoyed Taehyung’s company.
“I do believe I have something to return.” You comment innocently, intriguing Taehyung as he furrows his brows.
“And what would that be?”
You roll your tongue inside your cheek, scanning the area around you as you search for any onlookers in such an open space. You do spot the occasional glances towards you and Taehyung. Your confidence is slightly fuelled by the beautiful women that revel at his Godly looks, though you are the only one Taehyung fixates his attention on.
You motion to whisper to him, and he bends down for your smaller height.
“Do not think I didn’t notice the issue in your trousers last time, Mr. Painter.”
You leave him with a sway of your hips and haughty grin, strolling along guilelessly. Taehyung breathes an unbelievable scoff, soon transforming into an enthralled smile as he jogs in order to catch up with you.
“If it is my cock you speak of, Princess, then you are not ready at all.” Taehyung casually utters such filthy words as he surfs the park as a pretend-distraction, yours similarly traversing the scenic sights.
“And who is to say what I am or am not ready for?”
Taehyung laughs, thoroughly amused by your surge in boldness. “I believe you are not aware of my size, Princess.”
“And how large can you possibly be? I am certain there will be ample space in my mouth.”
Taehyung cocks a brow at your use of such language, far too amused to leave you now; the sudden twitch in his trousers was not a mere issue of the weather. “And how has my Princess suddenly begun to speak so filthily?”
“By the same mouth that so happily serviced me between my legs.”
Attempting to hide your triumphant smile, Taehyung is only left sliding the tip of his tongue between his teeth, nearly halting in his tracks.
“I ought to teach you a lesson concerning services between the legs, don’t I?”
“Why so? It seems like a fairly easy task.” You boast, Taehyung shaking his head in disbelief.
“You are underestimating me, Princess.” Taehyung suddenly leans down, lips brushing your ear as he walks alongside you. “You will not even fit three quarters of me inside your mouth, darling.”
You laugh despite the deep timbre of his voice sparking arousal within you, only jesting him more just to witness his reaction. “I guess we will have to see, Sir Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s breath cinches at he addressment, stopping his footsteps as he uses every ounce of his being to not shove you against the nearest tree trunk and fuck you into oblivion. He instead digresses, however, soon by your side once again.
“Where are you going for the day, Your Highness?”
“Back to the castle. My business in town is complete.”
Taehyung smirks to himself, licking the inside of his cheek. “Allow me to join you then, Princess. I do owe your father another discussion concerning the impressionists that never shut their mouths.” Taehyung sends you a telling grin, however, that signals to you he is not merely joining you to speak to your father, and holds a more scandalous agenda.
Taehyung confirms your assumptions when he draws you close by your arm, again whispering into your ear. He ensures his lips brush you this time, his proximity igniting your insides
“While we have a discussion of how I will be shutting yours.”
Your cheeks warm, core clenching. You know there will not be much ‘discussion’ at all.
Taehyung sits opposite of you, merely staring rather boredly outside his window. He is seated with his long, model-like legs in the carriage with you, spread widely with a hand tucked against his cheek.
It is a rather impolite manner to remain seated in the presence of a royal, though as you’ve said before, there is certain comfort and familiarity with Taehyung. You suppose he also feels this way too, then.
You only hated the position so much because it so obviously drew attention towards his spread lap. You attempt to not stare so directly at him, eyes feasting on the beast you know hides within his trousers.
Quite frankly, you had been all talk earlier. You are not certain at all whether or not having Taehyung in your mouth will be easy, chalking up your confidence to the sudden manner in which he folded at your unfriendliness.
Shifting in your seat across from him now, you attempt to adjust yourself in order to relieve the ache between your legs, the tension in such close quarters of the carriage fuelling your arousal. His mere presence is enough to keep you on high alert, shifting yet again to feel your core receive some friction.
“That will not help.”
You are startled as you peer at him with round eyes, his own still fixated on the outside world passing by. How did he manage to know you feel the ache between your thighs again?
You clear your throat quite loudly. “I do not see you suggesting a way to help.”
Taehyung breathes a smirk, finally casting his eyes away from the road and flitting them towards you. “My tongue and fingers seem to do the trick.”
Your breath cinches in your throat, nearly choking. “I seem to not be the only one with a problem, anyway.”
Taehyung finally turns his head in your direction and immediately shifts in his seat, wetting his lips as he eyes you. You could distinctly see the slight outline of Taehyung’s cock nestled against his trousers, knowing an unaroused man would not be so easily showing.
His tongue slides against the inside of his cheek, raising his brow with a condescending grin. “I do not see you suggesting a way to help, Your Highness.”
Narrowing your eyes at him for mocking you, the slight implication that you may be pigeon-livered about taking him in your mouth sets you off. So without warning, and abandoning all your dignity, you drop to your knees before him on the floor of the carriage. Taehyung immediately jolts up with shock.
“P-Princess-”
His unusual stutter cracks a smile on your lips, Taehyung’s wide, stunned eyes regarding you below him. He seems genuinely shocked to his core. “I did not mean you have to-”
“We were meant to be having a discussion, weren’t we, Sir Taehyung?” You dress your eyes with unwavering suggestion as your hands slide over his thighs, smoothing them upwards and towards his crotch area. Even if you feel some nervousness floating inside your chest, Taehyung has genuinely granted you far too much pleasure you could never repay. It must be painful for him to never treat himself.
It is also entertaining to see him transform into a stuttering, innocently surprised mess because of you.
Taehyung immediately shifts upright as he swallows, watching the column of his throat bob nervously. “Are-are you certain you want to have that discussion?”
You can see the amount in which this simple position has Taehyung at your mercy, amusingly amplifying your submissive and almost breedable behaviour. You peer up at him through your eyelashes, hands slowly, but pressingly soothing the insides of his thighs.
And Taehyung is the epitome of putty in your manicured hands.
“Why would I not be certain, Taehyung?” Taehyung searches your features like always, calming himself once he sees the devilish gleam within your dark irises. He cracks an entertained smirk as he then scans over your body in your gown, licking his lips when he lands on your rather generous cleavage today.
“You truly are a filthy Princess, aren’t you?”
“I believe the correct title is your filthy princess, no?” You’re being far too cheeky for your own good, Taehyung thinks.
How terribly he yearns to destroy that quick mouth of yours.
“Then I am at your mercy, Your Highness.” Taehyung surrenders himself to you, leaning back as he simply watches you fixate on his hardening cock within his trousers. You can now feel his eyes on you, and despite your confidence mere seconds ago, the manner in which he stares leaves you dawning some performance anxiety.
You swallow and cast a piece of your hair behind your ear, eyes frantically shifting all around his lap as you grow nervous. Suddenly Taehyung’s gentle hand lands against your hair, soothing you with light strokes as he simultaneously begins stroking his length, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Take your time, darling. As much as you need.”
A smile finds your lips as you meet his sincere eyes, heart glowing at the gesture of comfort. His familiarity grants you some confidence as you spring up on your knees, and jut your hand forward to gently replace his cupping with your own, grabbing his length through his trousers.
A low, deep groan suddenly escapes Taehyung then, watching him lightly tip his head back as he shuts his eyes in bliss. It would almost seem as though he has been yearning for your touch all this time.
You indulge in cupping him some more, enjoying the weakness that taints him as he leans back and relishes in your touches. You wonder what sounds would escape him when you touch his nude length, hooking your fingers onto his trousers and underwear, and tugging them far enough downwards. Taehyung moves to assist you, casting his trousers lower. You fish your hand inside and suddenly feel yourself wrapping around his member. Pulling out his hard cock from his garments, your eyes instantly widen into orbs of pure shock.
Oh dear God, Taehyung is gargantuan.
You actually scoff in disbelief, mouth agape and eyes round with a nonplussed expression as he merely smirks down at you.
“Do you believe my size now, Princess?” You are still attempting to soak Taehyung in, contemplating how you will possibly ever put all of this monster into your mouth, let alone inside your vagina. “Are you certain you will be able to take me?”
His condescension fuels your determination, securing yourself on the ground as your eyes shoot him a testy look. He laughs at you, careful hand soothing your head as he watches you firmly grasp his beast. You slowly move up and down his elongated shaft, experimenting with the relieved sighs that leave Taehyung’s mouth. You are met with dryness and some resistance, however, that does not feel right in your hand, even though you are not exactly certain how. You feel as though he should be wet.
Taehyung seems to notice your hesitation, speaking up. “Let me help you, darling.”
His hand clasps around your wrist and removes you from his member. You watch as Taehyung seems to collect something in his mouth, jaw flexing as he then suddenly spits over his own cock. You watch in wonderment as his saliva coats his meaty tip.
“This will make it easier.”
He smooths over your hair again as you nod in understanding, feeling arousal twist your insides as you contemplate how casually he did such a naughty thing. With ease now, you grasp his cock. This time you utilize the spit and slather his member with it, finding is slippery to slide up and down his tall-standing cock. Taehyung releases a deep groan when your finger swipes his tip, causing your core to pool with essence, suddenly desiring more spit to work with.
Bringing his tip towards your lips, you collect saliva in your mouth before spitting it all over him, dousing his cock in slippery saliva. Taehyung hisses when he feels you breathe against his tip, brushing your hair from your face as he gazes at you with dilated pupils.
“Dear God, Princess. You are just the filthiest, aren’t you?”
The praise hits you in your center, licking your lips as Taehyung’s flushed, red tip appears far too appetizing to neglect. “We shall see when I do this.”
Without warning, your tongue comes out to play as you drag it across Taehyung’s engorged, leaking, hot tip. He twitches in his seat with a broken moan, shutting his eyes in pure drug-like pleasure.
“Oh yes, Your Highness..”
The hint of depreciation as he calls your title leaves your core flaring with pride, looking up at him as you yet again slobber your tongue over him. His dark, dark eyes meet yours with a throaty groan, smoothing your hair as his chest begins rising and falling with harsh breaths.
“Filthy princess.” He spits at you, though it only spurs you on even more.
You then utilize your tongue to swirl around his tip, relishing in the manner in which Taehyung gently bucks up into your mouth, the bumpy ride of the carriage already pushing him further into your mouth. Tears instantly escape you, running down your cheeks. Taehyung grunts loudly when your lips finally wrap around his tip, suckling on him as though he were a chocolate bar.
“Oh.. that-that’s perfect, my love.” Taehyung sighs, hands cradling your head as he focuses on the image of you licking and suckling him as though he were a piece of candy.
You seem to enjoy the taste of his pre-cum anyway, licking it all up as you eye him with the devil in your eyes. He knows he is most certainly destined for hell with the number of sinful positions he desires to put you in.
Suddenly, the sensation of you plunging his cock into your tight mouth causes Taehyung to moan so loudly, it is a miracle the coachman does not hear him. Or even if he does, he merely ignores it.
“Lord almighty-Princess.. fuck!” His cursing fuels your drive as you smirk with him in your mouth, not met with much resistance until you begin sinking down on his sizable member. It is not long before you realize Taehyung truly only can fit three quarters of himself within the confines of your mouth. You already begin choking on his length.
The uneasy feeling triggers your rather sensitive gag reflex and you retract yourself immediately, coughing for relief. Taehyung instantly engulfs your cheeks.
“Princess, are you alright?” He inquires worriedly.
“Just fine, Taehyung.” You laugh as you wipe some spit from your mouth, clearing your hoarse throat. “You were definitely correct about the three quarters.” Taehyung smiles as well, biting his lip with amorous eyes.
“You do not need to do this if it’s too much, darling.”
You grin at him reassuringly. “I believe we should be discussing how to shut my mouth, now shouldn’t we?”
You send him scandalous eyes as you ready yourself for his cock yet again, taking him in your eager hand. Taehyung casts your hair, eyes scanning up and down with an intriguing lick of his lips. He is surely enjoying himself.
You hum as you give some pumps, indulging in the divine moans that escape that back of his throat. Sinking back down on his cock, Taehyung’s hand returns to the back of your head, gently caressing you as he shuts his eyes and allows himself to focus on your tiny mouth swallowing his cock.
“Oh.. just like that, sweetheart.”
You descend a little deeper, met with the same resistance as he only fits this far until you are gagging, body rejecting his tip nestled against the back of your throat.
“Just breathe, my darling. Breathe.. through your nose-ah!” Taehyung’s cut off by his own moan as you suddenly swallow around his thick, meaty tip, his breaths uneven. You flit upwards to see sweat slicking him now, lips hung open as he watches you with fascination in his eyes, unfettered admiration.
You follow his advice and breathe, Taehyung losing himself everytime you gag and swallow around his length.
“R-remove your teeth and.. draw out carefully.” Yet again, you follow Taehyung’s half-instructions, half-moans and hide your teeth. You slowly pull him out of your mouth, instinctively adding some suctiong that elicits the deepest throaty, heady moan from Taehyung. Your core instantly gushes.
“Now.. hollow your cheeks and-and stuff me in your mouth again.” Complying, you do exactly as Taehyung iterates, and the guttural, deep groan from him sounds like your favourite music.
“G-good girl,” Taehyung praises through harsh breaths, he’s genuinely riled up over the simple use of your mouth on him. Perhaps it was the idea of a royal Princess on her knees for him, you were unsure, though his sounds alone colour you with pride and impression as you repeat what Taehyung has instructed.
Taehyung cannot help but buck into your mouth when you bob over his length, unable to keep quiet with the idea of such a high-ranking woman so willingly stuffed full of his cock as he simply watches in wonderment.
“Princess… you are doing so well.. taking me so well.” Taehyung breathes hotly. His exhales are hard enough he even blows the hair framing your face off you, his large hand grabbing your hair as you repeatedly consume Taehyung’s thick, delicious cock in your mouth.
You become more comfortable with the feeling of him poking the back of your throat, gagging and crying and slobbering all over him.
“Hollow your cheeks and suck, my love.” Taehyung’s instructions return. “Tighten that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
Without another push, you immediately vacuum your cheeks and suck firmly around Taehyung’s cock, feeling his hips immediately buck into your mouth for more. His low, almost growl-like moan revs your hot engine, increasing your speed and depth as you suck him to his desire.
A sudden bump in the road causes the carriage to bob, which in turn shoves Taehyung further down your throat. He infiltrates your esophagus, and the intense moan that erupts from his chest leaves you weak in the knees.
“Oh lord have mercy-” he begs, screwing his eyes shut as both his hands suddenly secure themselves over your head.
He does not instruct you to relinquish power to him, though the manner in which Taehyung bucks up into your mouth as his hands hold your head in place, you suddenly halt all the control you had.
Hips acting on their own, Taehyung suddenly begins thrusting himself into your mouth, sobbing and slathering his cock in your tears and saliva as he fucks your face. Your salty tears fall against his abdomen, Taehyung’s moans and groans so utterly husky and deep, you are mere seconds from unravelling yourself.
He loses himself within the confines of your mouth, relishing in the divine fit as he leans his head back and screws his eyes shut. He simply relaxes as he brings your head down and stuffs you completely full. The bumps of the carriage ride only add to his amusement, his burning arousal as it causes you to bob up and down his length faster, harder. You allow him control despite the pain, the ache in your jaw and the dribble now leaking from your nose.
Taehyung’s sounds of sheer, raw pleasure as he suddenly grips your hair and tugs at the strands, all due to your mouth are too delectable a sight to pass up. So you allow him to use your mouth, sucking him and moaning as his blissful groans ground you, his pleasure-seeking thrusts lighting a tenacious fire inside you.
His moans heighten as he pumps and fills your mouth plentifully with his cock, fucking and thrusting and driving himself so repeatedly inside you, it is not long before his thighs twitch, his abdomen squeezes in and Taehyung’s cock suddenly shoots out an abundance of warm liquid inside your mouth.
You squeal as you feel his seed flood you, Taehyung’s eyes reopening as he breathes harshly in order to regain himself. He sees spots in his vision as he regards you below him, still full of his cock as you no doubt react to the taste of what you know to be his cum.
“Oh fuck.. I am so sorry, Princess. I apologize.” Taehyung brushes your hair from your face with worried eyes. “I was not meant to finish in your mouth but.. I had gotten carried away-” Mid sentence, you suddenly swallow the salty, hot liquid down your throat, regaining your loss of air as you peer at him with delirium and round, docile eyes.
Taehyung feels his cock twitch with arousal again.
“Oh.. you are far more than filthy.” Taehyung marvels, hands cradling your cheeks as you innocently peer at him. “You are bad for my health, Princess.”
You merely laugh, suddenly feeling the carriage come to a halt. Both you and Taehyung stare at each other wide-eyed, Taehyung rapidly pulling up his trousers as you prop off the ground, sitting back in your seat. Taehyung fixes himself into his pants, speedily reaching inside his tailcoat pocket as he assesses your face.
He in fact completely destroyed you.
He fishes out a handkerchief and shuffles to the edge of his seat, bringing it towards your face. He precariously cleans the mess he had made, swiping off any misplaced make up and your tears, even tidying your gown that had become tousled and out of place. He tucks the handkerchief back inside his pocket as the carriage of the door is suddenly opened, meeting the eyes of the coachman.
He quite oddly eyes you two.
Taehyung steps outside first, courteously helping you out of the carriage with a beaming smile. He ensures he deeply kisses your hand that he holds as you stalk down the steps, eyeing you with those alluring irises of his. You stifle a fool’s grin, following him to your family’s courtyard. Your mother and father await outside, along with your older brother as your younger ones play upon the vast lawn.
“Oh, Taehyung, son. How lovely it is to see you!”
“My my, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Your mother asks with a delicate hand to her heart. Taehyung stands with prim posture as he flashes your parents a charming smile, soon bowing.
“I had run into Princess Y/N in town, and elected to join her in her travels for a little.. chit-chat.” Taehyung smiles brightly, purposefully throwing in an obvious innuendo only you could understand, stifling a cough. Your throat still feels sparse.
“I also remembered our last discussion over tea, Your Majesty. Surely you are up for another conversation concerning the rise of impressionism?”
Your father laughs heartily as he smiles wide, agreeing without a doubt. “Why of course, Sir Taehyung. Tea with you is surely time well spent. We shall all join!”
“You are always welcomed here.” Your mother emphasizes with a kind smile, your brother also chiming in with praises of Taehyung’s work in capturing his plump, pillowy lips in his painting of your family.
You enjoy the sight of Taehyung so easily charming your family, feeling a swell of pride within your chest to know him under the circumstances in which you do. You gladly watch with heart-shaped eyes as he walks towards your father. Though he does not leave your side without turning towards you suddenly, his eyes suggestive as he passes by.
“By the way, Your Highness. There is just something by the corner of your mouth.” He gestures towards his own mouth, slowly dragging his thumb against his bottom lip. He makes a statement to lick his digit, lips smacking against his thumb with a light suck. Your chest fills with intoxicating air, rapidly mirroring his action and tasting the bittersweet flavour of his cum by the corner of your mouth.
You wish you could tackle him to the ground and sit upon his face this very instant.
Out of sight from your father who speaks to your mother, and Seokjin who is also occupied with their discussion, Taehyung sends you a smug wink with a mirthy, lop-sided grin, watching his tongue swipe across his perfect set of teeth.
You attempt to not harm the bold man before you, needing to throttle him for a Godforsaken lesson. You are now certain the flavour of your tea will be spoiled by the taste of Taehyung’s cum.
You clear your throat, maintaining absolute focus. The key is to focus, you tell yourself. All you must do is eat your dinner casually and converse with your quite lively family. It had been a quite simple task, until a certain painter seated beside you began caressing your thigh. It had all initiated with miniscule teasing touches, grabs, strokes, until Taehyung was entirely cupping your thigh.
Attempting to spoon some soup from your bowl, you are suddenly interrupted by Taehyung, for the fourty-seventh time, sliding his hand over your leg.
Inhaling sharply, you discreetly swat his hand away, clearing your throat in a quiet tut. You are eternally grateful your father is a wholesome chatterbox, who always keeps your mother busy and your brother listening.
No one pays attention to the way Taehyung beams. He acts as though he is listening to the conversation, when in reality, he is very clearly watching your reactions to his small touches from his peripheral vision. He yet again caresses your thigh, though this time makes it a statement to suddenly squeeze you, inching inwards. Your breath hitches wildly.
“Taehyung! Son, I believe your work originates from the Romantic movement, correct?”
Taehyung’s angelic smile is then shown to your father, though you are certain he is anything but as he teasingly hovers over your thigh, the table conveniently hiding his every action. Beside you are your youngest brothers, two absolutely clueless children, while the staff only remain on your mother and father’s side.
“Oh yes, very much so. I understand the movement towards impressionism, though life is a little too dull to merely paint it as it is, no?” He chuckles, far too amused. You simply nod as your spoon remains drowning with soup, swallowing harshly when Taehyung’s fingertips travel to your core. You attempt to not entirely erupt with arousal.
“My, my, now what would the Romantic movement be?” Your mother suddenly becomes curious, Taehyung finally removing his hand from you to return to his dinner.
“A beautiful movement, really, Your Majesty. It is art that is rich with emotion and individualism.” You’re finally glad to gain a breath, watching as Seokjin then questions Taehyung further, all while your family sincerely enjoy his presence. While it is a lovely sight, you find it laughable Taehyung believes he possesses all the power in this situation, because fighting fire with fire seems the most suitable answer.
While he is speaking, suddenly your hand resting on your lap slithers over to his, and you physically see Taehyung’s thighs twitch, the column of his throat bobbing. In the midst of laughing, he shoots you an overly saccharine smile, as if telling you to back off. You internally smirk, only advancing more.
Your fingertips traverse far enough to suddenly brush his bulge, Taehyung jolting a little as he clears his throat, masking it with a cough.
“That is very impressive, Taehyung, You must be such a romantic yourself.” Your mother muses dreamily.
Taehyung laughs merrily, suddenly shooting you a very knowing look. His lips curve into a fatally attractive smile, eyes sparking with a lusty flame.
“Oh, I am very romantic.”
Suddenly his large, slender hand touching your clothed center causes you to nearly yelp, containing yourself. You hide it with a cleverly placed sneeze.
“Oh dear, my nose is just acting up! Isn’t it?” You nervously jest, not having thought that your family would be provided dinner and a show tonight. Lying directly through your teeth must have been some form of entertainment.
“Would you excuse me, please? I must tidy up my nose.”
“Of course, dear. You know we always tell you to visit our doctor about those pesky allergies.” Your father light-heartedly scolds, responding with a polite ‘of course, father’ and exiting the room. You instantaneously let out a deep exhale once the doors are shut, locking eyes with some standby kitchen staff before you speed off.
You roam the unoccupied corridors of your castle, fanning your hot cheeks as you barely gained a wisp of air near Taehyung. His Eau de Cologne headily infiltrated your nostrils and caused your head to spin, remembering all the intimate, sensual moments in which his scent rubbed off on your skin.
Sometimes, you are certain you can still smell him on you, even when you are slumbering.
Needing the room with the largest window that can be opened, you make haste towards your library commons. Taehyung's teasing had riled you up far too much, now dawning a frustrating stickiness between your legs you frustratingly wish he could sort out, but also desire to wring his neck.
Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, nearly squealing when you’re whirled around and fall directly into a strong, broad chest. You peer up to find the most gorgeous man in existence.
“Taehyung..?”
“Your cheeks seem to be warm, Princess.”
You clear your throat, shuffling yourself out of his hold. You remain playfully unwelcoming, crossing your arms. “How did you even manage to leave the dinner table?”
“I am currently excused for the restroom.”
Acknowledging him with a slight hmph, you continue walking, shoes clacking against the floors of the corridor. “Then you best do just that, Mr. Painter.”
Taehyung amusedly chuckles, following your steps. “You seem to be a very good liar, though not so adept at determining when another is lying.”
You cut him with cold eyes, dress lifted as you approach the doors of your library. “And your point would be?”
Taehyung cracks a sinful smile, jutting his hand out to hold the grand door open for you as you venture inside, glowering at him. Must he also be so condescendingly gentlemanly?
He is most certainly bad for your health.
You enter the library, Taehyung keeping at the heels of your feet. You notice he is so unabashedly following you, whirling around for a scolding until within a split, heated second, your back is pressed against the library door, sealing it shut.
You stare at Taehyung with round, innocent eyes, Taehyung caging you against the elm wood behind you, hands either side of your head. His face is mere inches from yours, eyes purposefully scanning every miniscule feature of your face. You feel his breath tickling your hyper-aware skin.
“I am ensuring whether or not you can still taste my cum in your mouth.”
You inhale sharply, feeling your fanny immediately flutter with hot arousal. Taehyung is surely the filthiest man you have ever met, and yet, he still manages to be so unequivocally charming, graceful, alluring. Your eyes evade his when his stare causes waves of your essence to leak from your core, squirming slightly to relieve the tension. You suddenly remembered the same slick between your thighs when his length was stuffed within your mouth, the memory causing your nipples to harden.
“I-”
Just as you begin to speak, Taehyung gently grabs your chin and lifts your head, holding you in place as he pierces your eyes.
“Eyes on me, darling.”
Your chest ignites, growing aroused by the second as you wriggle some more. Taehyung flashes down towards the movement, cracking a smile at your adorable legs itching for something. He returns, smoldering smirk upon his face.
“Certainly you still remember the taste of me.”
This time you are far too gone, his presence itself is intoxicating. The prospect that he is at your residence; in your library in the dark night, where only the moonlight illuminates the vast room, you yearn desperately for adventure this twilight.
Boldly, you slide your hands up Taehyung’s chest. You watch him physically intake a breath as you do so, eyes locking so impenetrably with each other, it is as though only you and him exist.
“I do, Taehyung,” you breathe hotly against, subtracting space between you two. Taehyung complies, lips slightly parted as he approaches you, absorbed in your plushy petals speaking. “I remember your deep groans, your leaking, red tip, the size of you in my small mouth.”
Taehyung immediately hisses against you. Your hands traverse his torso, slowly descending until you suddenly cup his shaft. A choked moan escapes him, handing his head as he maintains himself. Though Taehyung is not one to back down. He is the epitome of smugness, and so his hand falters from beside your head.
He slowly trails his fingertips down your body until he presses his fingers to your aching cunt, and now it is your turn to release a high-pitched moan. Taehyung begins rubbing you then, slowly, as though he watches your every reaction with the utmost attention. He relishes in it; in seeing your eyes flutter, your lips draw open for moans of his name, the desperate manner in which your fingers clutch his waist coat.
“You’re a bad princess, aren’t you?” Taehyung’s deep, velvet voice whispers into your sensitive ear. “Allowing me to touch you while your family is having dinner?”
You moan again, Taehyung speeding up his fingers as he breathes hotly against your lips, petal brushing each other’s as you become delirious off the heat, the sheer intimacy and sensuality of the moment.
“Taehyung..”
“Mmm, absolute art when you moan my name, darling.”
Your sounds heighten as you indulge in his steady, calculated circles that press just right into your clitoris, eliciting pleasure to spark all throughout your body.
“But did you truly believe I would allow you to get away with so shamelessly touching me underneath the table?” Taehyung keeps hands by your head as the other buries between your legs, fondling your pussy as though it were his favourite toy. You can see the heat rushing to his face, his faster movements indicative of his own arousal.
“Such a filthy princess, huh? Does she need to be put back in her place?”
You half-huff, half-moan, hips riding into Taehyung’s fingers even harder, faster, eyes fluttering shut. “You-you are the one who began touching me first.”
“That is because you are mine to play with, understood?”
You immediately gush a waterfall, shuddering when Taehyung nearly growls such possessive words. Never have you thought the idea of being his could be so exhilarating.
“Then-then you are mine to play with, as well.” You mutter, no, you very weakly mumble as Taehyung just barely catches it, though when he does, he laughs. He diabolically laughs against your lips and suddenly wraps his hand around your throat. You gasp, eyes meeting his obsidian, lustful ones.
“I believe you are not aware who is in charge, Your Highness.”
Arousals slicks your pussy even more, soaking your drawers beyond redemption. You crumple his waistcoat in your hand now, harshly biting your lip to contain uncontrollable moans, his hand passionately touching your pussy through your dress.
Your hooded eyes and incessant moaning are something Taehyung takes as an answer. “Do you need a reminder, love?”
With docile, yearning eyes, you desperately nod a ‘yes’ to Taehyung, whose lips curve into the most satisfied, scheming smile you have ever witnessed. He immediately latches his mouth onto yours, engulfing you with a tongue-filled, sloppy kiss as he restricts your throat, asserting his dominance over you.
And it only causes you to become more pliant.
“Taehyung..” You moan, breathless and delirious.
“Mm?” He hums, working his hands, fingers and lips so mercilessly. He truly is the devil himself, and your simmering synergy is just so sinful.
“Take me.. take me now.”
Taehyung smirks into the kiss, hands abandoning your neck and pussy to meet around the globes of your ass. He squeezes each cheek before delivering a smack, jerking with a gush of arousal. You both headily moan in your kiss, Taehyung slapping your ass again as his lips suck on your mouth as though you are fresh water.
Another harsher spank to your ass makes you yelp, Taehyung soothing the spots as he nibbles on your lip, breathing hotly. “Your punishment for touching me, Princess.”
He then cups underneath your thighs, detaching his lips instruct in a whisper. “Jump.”
You leap off the ground, and immediately Taehyung catches you around his hips, hands cradling your body tightly against his, fronts squished together. He leads you towards one of the study tables tucked behind a grand bookshelf, ardently moaning into each other’s mouths. He knocks some books out of your way and lays you against the surface, popping off your wet lips to give you the eyes of a starving animal.
“Who am I to deny the orders of a princess?”
And oh, follow your orders he did. Taehyung passionately licked and sucked your sex so deeply, so ferally and hungrily until tears escaped your eyes. The added thrill of being possibly caught heightened your moans, Taehyung needing to clasp your noisy mouth shut, which only intensified your explosive orgasm.
It was rather humorous when Taehyung left the castle, after you had both returned at different intervals so as to not seem suspicious. Your family had served helping portions of custard. When they had all gathered to bid the handsome painter farewell, you could not help but notice something slightly glistening by his lips with the intense moonlight.
You chuckle, knowingly grinning.
“Sir Taehyung, there is just something by the corner of your mouth.” You exactly gesture towards your mouth in the same manner in which Taehyung had earlier. You lick your thumb slowly and eye him with the look of innocence you always haunted him with.
And Taehyung merely scoffs, challenging your counter with a slow drag of his tongue over his lips, licking promiscuously.
“The dinner was lovely, Your Majesties. Especially the dessert,” Taehyung fleetingly fixates his eyes on you, swiping his tongue along the inside of his cheek as though the custard wasn’t his desert at all. Your gut twists the second he opens his mouth.
🌿 warning(s): swearing, body worship, confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, fingering, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage, protected sex, tae is sweet
🌿 word count: 3.2k
🌿 credits: thank you to @namjinsmoonchile and @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading this!
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Autumn Acquaintances
⁂ Hosted by: professor valerie through @bangtansorciere
⤐ AU Type: white pumpkins - something new
⤐ Theme(s): opposites attract, guy next door
⤐ Kinks: confessing, hand holding, cuddling, sexual tension, romantic/gentle sex, fondling/massage
Moving into a new apartment was her first step to independence. After living in the university dorms for so long, it was time for a change. She needed her space. Luckily, a unit opened up not far from the university she attended. Her prayers had been answered with a great location, price, and amenities.
She moved in without any issues with the help of her friends. As Y/N grew accustomed to apartment living, she hadn’t met any of her neighbors, but that was alright. They all seemed to be either college students or working professionals.
That would all change.
Y/N glared at the elevator, arms full of bags, growing impatient. She decided she didn't want to wait for the elevator, and decided to climb the three flights up to her place.
Huffing with fatigue, the bags grew heavier with each step. When she finally made it to her floor, Y/N almost stumbled over a carpet snag, catching herself, but one of the bags ripped, sending fruits tumbling down the hallway.
“Shit!”
“Are you alright?” A deep voice asked.
She looked around, searching for the direction of the voice, until her eyes settled on a man coming out of the apartment adjacent to hers.
Whoa.
He was gorgeous. Wearing an open buttoned long striped shirt, white tee, dark pants, and slides, he looked so relaxed.
“Are you alright?” he asked again, the concern on his face.
She blinked, realizing that he was speaking to her. “Um, I’m fine; and just tripped, and one of my bags ripped open.”
“Here, I’ll help you,” he offered, picking up the fallen items.
“T-Thank you,” she stuttered. She fumbled with the keys and opened the door.
She kicked her shoes off before heading to the island counter and deposited the grocery bags. As she turned, she almost bumped into him, squeaking by how quiet he was. He smiled, holding onto the bag with the spilled fruits.
“Want these on that counter?”
“Yes, please.”
Once he placed the bag down, Y/N bowed her head. “Thank you again.”
He smirked, scratching the bridge of his nose. “Always happy to help out. I’m Kim Taehyung. I live in the unit next to you.”
“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Are you a student at the university?”
“Sort of. I’m in the culinary arts,” she answered.
“Oh, that's cool! I can’t cook at all,” he said sheepishly, “I teach art at the university."
He was a professor?!
Goodness. Handsome and talented.
“Well if you want a break from instant noodles, I might have to invite you over for dinner as thanks.” She felt her cheeks grow warm as he looked at her in amusement. “I mean, if you’d like to or aren’t busy.”
He couldn’t help but notice how cute she got when flustered.
“Hey, instant noodles are the best, but who am I to say no to free dinner? I’d be happy to join you sometime,” he chuckled.
Was she flirting? He wanted to kick himself. She’d probably thought he was being corny.
But in fact it was quite the opposite. She felt drawn to him. Y/N was just about to respond to his comment when he glanced down at his watch, tuting with a frown.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat longer, but I have a meeting to go to.”
She bit her lip, looking away. It wasn’t her intention to keep him so long. "Thank you again for helping with my bags. I hope to see you around Taehyung."
He tried to keep his smile hidden, a little flushed from her statement. “You were a much needed distraction for me today. Take care, Y/N.”
He gave her a small wave before leaving the apartment. She waved after him, closing the door behind him. Biting her lip once more, Y/N began to put her groceries away.
Kim Taehyung was quite intriguing.
The days went by as Y/N grew accustomed to her new place. With her class and work schedule, she only ran into Taehyung if she was leaving or going to class or work. A few times they would happen to be washing laundry at the same time.
While she tried to sound confident, she’d end up fumbling over her words. It was one of the things he found endearing about her.
As she walked back to the apartment one day, she paused, seeing a small dog running up and down the sidewalk. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped closer. The dog stopped a few feet from her cocking his head towards her as if wondering why she wasn't petting him. Y/N kneeled down giving it a small smile and held out her hand.
“Hello.”
The dog trotted closer, giving her a curious look before sniffing her hand. It seemed to like her and licked her hand as it wagged its tail. Y/N chuckled, giving it a pat on the head. The dog barked and rolled over, showing her its belly, demanding pets.
“Oh, you’re just adorable. Where is your mom or dad?”
“Yeontan!!”
The dog’s ears perked up as its tongue lulled. Y/N looked up to see Taehyung sprinting down the street. Seeing her with the dog made his eyes widened.
“Oh, goodness, you found my dog.”
Y/N glanced down at the dog scratching behind its ears. “Was running in front of the apartment.”
Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you Y/N. We were on a walk and I went inside to get something to drink at the store. He must have wiggled out of his leash. I almost had a heart attack.”
She nodded, still petting Yeontan. “He’s a good boy. He found his way home.”
A boxy grin spread on his face. “You’re an angel. Seriously, thank you so much.”
Now it was her turn to be flustered. Why did he always do that to her? She brushed it aside with a small giggle as she stood. “Consider us even. I still owe you dinner so stop by anytime with Yeontan.”
Taehyung stepped closer to her, gazing into her eyes. Y/N gulped softly.
“At least this gives me an excuse to see you again, Y/N.”
“O-Oh it was nothing,” she replied shyly, twisting her braids between her fingers.
His eyes darted up and down her frame. “Mhmm,” he scooped up Yeontan, turning towards the entrance. “Thank you again, Y/N. Have a good day.”
She glanced down at the ground as he walked away. “Y-Yeah. You too, Taehyung!”
Once he was out of sight, she released the breath she’d be holding.
Get it together.
He was just being nice!
Nope, that look said more than what he was saying.
She brushed the thoughts away. There was no way he liked her. Sure she was drawn to him and he was so easy to talk with-when she wasn’t stumbling over her words. No matter how she felt about him, they would only be friends.
But a gal could dream.
So much for dreams becoming reality.
One particularly gloomy rainy Friday, Y/N dragged herself back to her apartment. After a grueling week, she wanted to treat herself to a decent meal, a large glass of wine, and true crime documentaries. She heard footsteps behind her as she was unlocking her door. Taehyung, damp from the rain, shuffled out of the elevator and towards his apartment carrying a package.
Blushing, she turned away before taking a deep breath. He was standing at his door, reaching for his keys.
“Hey, Taehyung.”
He looked up from the sound of his name until his eyes fell on her. His signature boxy grin appeared as he adjusted the large square package. “Hey, Y/N. Yeontan misses ya.”
Whatever nervousness she had disappeared at the mention of Yeontan. ”Oh, please give him some pets for me.”
His gaze darkened at him as he laughed. “You could always visit and give him all the pets. He can’t be spoiled enough,” as his door clicked open, he gave her one more smile amused by her expression. “Enjoy your night.”
“You too.”
Once Y/N walked inside, she jumped around in the living room. He definitely was flirting with her! But what did it mean? Did he like her? So many thoughts wracked her brain as she went to the bathroom to shower.
Once she washed the grime of the day off, she walked out, shaking her braids from the shower cap, and ran her hands through for any tangles. She went into the kitchen and opened the cupboards, humming to herself as she began pulling ingredients out.
Playing music, she began to cut up the vegetables and put them in a hot skillet with oil. A knock came on her door when she was about to add the garlic. Y/N looked up in surprise, turned the stovetop off, and walked over, she peeked through the peephole and saw Taehyung standing there.
With curiosity, she opened the door.
“Taehyung.”
He looked relieved to see her there. She noticed how anxious he looked standing there. Worry crossed her face.
“Are you okay?”
He let out a bark of a laugh. “Hardly. I-I‘m not sure how to say this.”
Her heart hammered in her chest. Okay now she was concerned. “Maybe it would be easier if you said it really fast.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as red crept into his cheeks as he sighed. “Alright. IlikeyouY/N.”
Y/N frowned. “Pardon?”
His face turned pale as he made eye contact with her, “I like you, Y/N–”
Did she hear him correctly?
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Seeing you that day when you dropped your groceries, I was…blown away. And all I could do was just pick up those fruits. You have no idea how nervous I get seeing you sometimes.”
She looked skeptical, earning a laugh from him. “Seriously. I tried to look cool, but inside I was a wreck.”
She continued to stare at him as he stepped forward. “I thought I didn’t have a chance with you, but hell, we kept running into each other. I decided to take a chance cause I might never get this chance again.”
She was stunned. Taehyung felt insecure by her stare, and maybe she didn’t feel the same way. And now he felt like a fool. Shock crossed his face as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his cheek. She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his.
That’s all it took.
The kiss was was tamed, innocent, as if they were they both were both testing the waters. Taehyung wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to seem taller for their kiss. He picked her up with ease, walking past the threshold, closing the door with his foot before pushing her up against the door.
They parted, catching their breath as they were bothy both took in the moment. Taehyung searched her eyes for any doubt.
“Is this okay? I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing things.”
She shook her head, giving him a small peck on the lips. “No. I want this, Tae. I want you.”
Their lips connected once more, his tongue swiping her gently. Her lips parted as their tongues collided, swirling. Taehyung inched down to her neck, biting, nibbling, and kissing her sensitive skin. The sounds Y/N made made him want her more. He gripped the bottom of her tank top, waiting for her to give him consent. She nodded, and he removed it, sucking in a breath at how beautiful she looked. Perky, full breasts fit snug into a bra, her nipples straining against the fabric. He cupped one breast, squeezing it gently. Y/N leened into his touch, bracing against the wall. His hands set to work pulling her breasts from their confines. His tongue flicked her nipple, making her whimper. He smiled against her skin.
“Like that?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathed out.
He continued giving attention to each breast as she squirmed in his arms. With reluctance, he popped one out of his mouth as his fingers moved down to the waistband of her shorts.
“M-May I?” he whispered against her neck.
Y/N’s head bobbed, and she hissed, biting down on her lip as his fingers teased against her clothed pussy lips.
“O-Oh yes,” she cried, lifting her hips.
He moaned at the sounds she made, making him continue his actions. He shivered at how wet she was already. His middle finger pulsed against her clit, causing her to do tiny jumps against his fingers.
“You feel amazing, Y/N,” he cooed, kissing her neck before taking one finger and slipping it into her cunt.
Y/N gripped his shoulders, squeezing her eyes shut. “Another...u-use another finger, p-please.”
He slipped another finger in joining the other and massaged her walls as he pumped them gently. “Y-You should see how beautiful you look right now, Y/N. So angelic,” he moaned. She rutted slowly against his fingers crying out each time they brushed her g-spot.
He nibbled on her earlobe, groaning as her walls tightened around his fingers. “Cum for me, Angel. I wanna feel you coat my fingers,” he purred.
That's all she needed. Y/N leaned forward, biting down on his shoulder as a muffled cry spilled out. Her body froze just as the warmth in her belly was released. She jerked on the counter as Taehyung held her so she wouldn’t fall over. Her body convulsed as tiny whimpers passed her lips as her arousal seeped and coated his fingers and hand.
She melted against him, seeking his lips as they kissed each other lazily. Breathing hard, Tae smiled, watching her come down for her high. Y/N rested against his shoulder for a few moments trying to catch her breath.
“T-That was...you w-were...fuck,” she trembled. Taehyung kissed the top of her head. “Don’t stroke my ego; it’ll go to my head.”
She gave him a sleepy grin. “Doubt I could.”
He slipped his fingers from her pussy, tasting them with a smile. “Delicious.”
She became flustered immediately, trying to hide her embarrassment. Taehyung couldn’t get over how cute she looked.
“Can you walk?”
“Don’t think I can,” she answered.
He adjusted his hold on her, kissing her lips. “We can stop right now if you want.”
She kissed him back, shaking her head. “No. No, I want you, Tae.”
“Bedroom?”
“Bedroom.”
He carried her into the the room, placing her down on the bed with care. Keeping his eyes on her, he undressed. She was once again transfixed by his beauty.
He was a piece of art.
Every part seemed sculpted and well-shaded. She took note of his cock, and it slapped against his stomach, precum dribbling from the head. He crawled up to her, helping her undress, kissing as much skin as he could. Seeing her splayed before him made him tremble.
She wanted him. He grabbed a condom from his sweatpants, ripping the foil and rolling it on quickly. Slotting himself between her legs, he kissed her lips. He arranged the two pillows to support her neck and placed his head at her entrance.
Looking into her eyes, she nodded, and he eased himself inside. Her breath hitched as her hands scrambled to grab his arms. Taehyung began kissing her neck, earlobes, and cheeks, whispering words of promise. Y/N let herself sink into the pleasure, moans growing as he thrust at a steady pace.
“Y-You’re so beautiful,” he panted as he rolled his hips.
“T-Tae,” she gasped.
She could see stars as she matched his rhythm. Taehyung lifted her leg, letting it rest on his shoulder, making her cry out at the new angle. Y/N's nails dug into his back.
Tae moaned as her pussy tightened around his cock. Her nails on his back turned him on. He pressed his body, slick with sweat, against hers as their pace quickened. He moved her hands above her head and intertwined with them. He only had eyes for her.
"Oh, Y/N," he grunted as his movements switched to slow but hard rhythmic thrusts as he pulled out farther before pushing himself all the way in again.
Their bodies moved as one well-oiled machine, knowing what the other craved. He felt himself nearing the edge and held inside her while leaning down to place hot kisses on her lips. His cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, wanting release.
She felt herself dissolve into the pleasure, knowing she was close. She felt him throb inside her, and she opened her eyes, staring at him through wet eyelashes. The look on his face was unlike anything she had seen. Something gleamed in his eyes as he looked at her.
“Angel,” he groaned. “Need you now.”
“T-Tae!”
For the second time that night, Y/N cried out for him as another wave crashed over her. She gripped his back, holding on for dear life. Watching her orgasm again made Tae follow after her, groaning out as he thrust through her pleasure. His hands went into her hair, kissing her feverishly as they came down from their high.
He dropped down, resting against her. She carded her fingers through his hair, making him murmur. Though exhaustion crossed their faces, he removed himself from her. Stroking her hair, he kissed her forehead.
“Be back in a minute.”
She could only mumble softly as he got up and walked into the bathroom. He returned quickly, holding a washcloth. He helped her sit up and wiped the sweat from her body. She leaned against him as he worked, her infatuation for him growing. Once he finished, he threw the washcloth in the hamper and wrapped her in his arms as they laid down on the bed. Pulling the comforter around them, he stroked her back softly.
“Any regrets?”
“None,” she answered.
“Neither do I. I would have asked you on a date first, but–” he laughed softly, “things sometimes don’t go as planned.”
“Not too late for that date. I still owe you dinner,” she said, getting out of bed with some effort.
His eyes widened. “I get to eat?”
She giggled, slipping on a long shirt. “Yes. You’ll be my wonderful sous chef.”
He sat up, grabbing his sweatpants. “Gonna have to teach me.”
She chuckled, taking his hand into hers. "No worries. You’ll be a chef in the making in no time.”
He beamed, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently. “Well I’ve got a beautiful coach.”
They went into the kitchen and set to work finishing the meal that was almost forgotten. Once the pan came out of the oven, she served up two plates as Taehyung grabbed their drinks and cutlery. Settling on the couch, they cuddled up as they watched a movie on the television. Taehyung took one bite, making a noise of contentment.
“This is amazing!”
Y/N chuckled, feeling bashful as she looked down at her plate. “I’m happy you like it.”
He leaned in kissing her cheek. “I love it. I look forward to what we make of this.”
summary: You are in love with Taehyung, your Alpha. But he just sees you as the Omega bitch that helps him relieve stress by letting him use her body however he likes. And you’ve come to be okay with that, because you know you are no good for him. But now with your heat coming up and the pressure on Taehyung to find a Queen increasing exponentially, will your ties with him severe forever? Or will they bloom into something else?
warnings: swearing + jealousy + pining + a/b/o universe stuff (talks of heats, breeding, mating, pups) + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral(m+f), clit slapping, clit biting, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, knotting, some spitting, some manhandling, some marking) + dumb oblivious characters that may frustrate you + we love and appreciate park jimin in this house <3
word count: 13 k
submission for the October Games hosted by House Seokubus.
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⁂ Hosted by: Professor Kat @yeoldontknow through @bangtansorciere
note: I hadn’t written Tae since, like, May??? I missed him so much🥺 Hasn’t been beta-read because I finished proof-reading this a couple hours before posting. This month has been busy as hell as is, and now I’m being forced into on a 4-day long family trip tomorrow... RIP the Halloween fic that I have 20% written, so far - 😃
Also, praying for a speedy recovery for Tae’s calf muscles and sending him positive vibes that fill him with happiness! 🥺💕
Rest, I hope y’all like this ride with Dumb and Dumber, but please don’t kill ’em, they’re trying~ 😩💜
— masterlist
— feedback is always appreciated!
You smell him before you hear him.
Thick, pungent, stifling stench of disappointment fills your lungs, prompting you to put away your computer. The reports are urgent and need to be sent in by midnight, but you need to be able to breathe to get work done. Besides, Taehyung is infinitely more important than your job to you, and you don’t care if that makes you an embarrassment to all the feminists in the world.
Coughing, you get off your bed and almost stumble your way out of your room and down the hallway to get to the door, just as the sound of keys clanging against the house’s main entrance echoes loudly in your head. You freeze in your place, focusing all your senses on his movements instead of smell.
His breathing is labored when your ears finally manage to hone in. The keys keep jangling, without actually attaching with the lock.
Why is it taking him so long? What could have possibly happened to have him so out of sorts?
You swallow, thickly.
What is he gonna do to clear his head?
Well, having come here smelling the way he has, the answer to that one is pretty obvious.
You look down at yourself, nodding in self-approval at your shaved legs beneath your shorts which remind you of every other place you're clean shaven at, too. You make a quick work of tugging your hair-tie off your bun, letting your hair tumble down your shoulders and back.
Perfect.
Bowing your head in the kind of submission you know he would appreciate, you walk up to the door and quietly unlock it from inside.
Your eyes catch his black Oxfords right as a surprised sound escapes him when you tug the door open. He wordlessly steps in and you step backwards on your bare feet.
In the half decade you’ve known him closely, you’ve come to be able to expertly discern when to be his friend and when to be the Omega he’s addicted to by judging just his mood. And so you keep your mouth sealed and gaze lowered even as he steps up close enough for his suit jacket to brush against you.
His harsh exhale washes over your neck and collarbones, you holding back a shiver at the sensation. But then he opens his mouth to speak and his low timbre pulls the repressed shiver out of you.
“I’ve had a horrible day,” he murmurs into your hair, and as his scent of distress lowers and desire builds up, your breathing gets rocky. “I am going to fuck you deep and hard and long – all night if I have to, and you will take it like the good, little bitch you are. Am I clear?”
Your jaw trembles when you try to open your mouth to word your agreement. Unable to formulate words, you nod your head as clearly as you can.
Which immediately earns you a disapproving click of his tongue. “Is that how you respond to me, now?”
You shake your head vigorously, deciding to drop to your knees to reassure him of your submission.
Although in hindsight, he should be able to smell your overwhelming arousal and the need to please him that is sure to be emanating from you. But maybe his displeasure is so grave today that he needs to see you break before him to calm down.
It isn’t the first time this would happen, if that is actually the case.
Last summer, when Taehyung’s father passed away and the responsibilities of the pack fell onto his shoulders, he kept you in his bed for a week. You took another week off work after that just to recover from the dehydration and the bruising you endured.
And also to attempt to heal your heart when he trampled all over it by informing you how the Elders at the Court were pressuring him to find a perfect Alpha bride quickly, now that he was going to be the King – the obvious choice because one of his brothers is a businessman and the other in a same gender relationship that the Court doesn't approve of – in the form of pillow-talk.
He hasn't found one, yet, but that doesn't help at all, because it is only a matter of time until he leaves you behind. You, the stupid Omega friend of an Alpha, who dared to think that societal tags couldn’t come in the way of her heart’s desires she has had for years just because he chose to spend his first heat with her. You were eighteen and naïve – now you’re older and hopeless, having learnt that life doesn’t always work your way.
So now, other than being his friend, you’ve assumed the role of your Alpha’s Omega bitch that helps him through his emotions by letting him use her body however he wants to. While he continues to be your everything, just like he has been since you first met him through your parents at the age of thirteen. It took him a year to even acknowledge you and more years to actually consider you a friend. That should've been a red freaking flag, should it not have? But you have been stupid all your life, so what's new.
“Try to make your mouth work before I put it to other uses.”
You blink at Taehyung’s command as you come back to yourself, horrified when a tear trickles out of your eyes with your action.
Grateful when he steps away to take off his suit jacket and shoes, you quickly swipe at your cheek with a palm. It would be disastrous to have him smell your gloom when he’s been feeling the way you know he is. His scent has mellowed down to just frustration now, which is quickly merging with sexual need, and you’d like it to not revert at any cost.
You clear your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the wetness that has been leaking out of you ever since you felt his proximity and heard his voice. Yes, that will get you smelling like lust in no time.
“I – I’m sorry, Alpha.”
He hums in approval. “Did I overwhelm you, little Omega?”
You duck your head further to rest your chin atop your collar-bones. “Your voice, Alpha…”
“My voice overwhelms you?”
You can hear the amusement in his tone, along with the clicking sound of his cufflinks coming off. He is folding his shirt sleeves up.
Oh good God.
Every little thing about him is so deliciously arousing, it turns you into a quivering, wet mess, begging for him to ruin you.
“Answer me!” he growls and you instinctively drop your hands to the floor, not unlike a perfectly trained Alpha's bitch.
“I – I – I’m sorry, Alpha! I… Your – your voice… turns me on,” you mumble, a little embarrassed at your admission but also pretty helpless because he would know in a while, anyway, so you’d better not lie unnecessarily.
"Does it, now." He doesn't frame it like a question, and that makes him sound all the more imposing and massive and irresistible. "My voice gets that pussy all wet and leaking?"
Your teeth clench when his words manifest themselves, instantly. "Yes, Alpha."
"Good. Show me."
Your muscles lock up. What?
"Do I have to tear your clothes off with my own hands?" There's mockery in his voice now, making you want to look at his face to catch his raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes that he is usually sporting when he talks to you like this, looking unfairly sexy. "Don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes, Alpha."
You rise up to your knees. Your hands have a tremble in them, but you try to tamp it down the best you can and hook your thumbs into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear together. You pull them down your thighs in one, single, sharp movement. You bite down on your lip to ignore the way your underwear tries to cling on to the wetness your pussy has coated it with.
Knees scraping against the coarse carpet, you twirl around to face away from him. He smells like sex, now, and you use that scent as a guide to direct your exposed nether regions to sit perfectly in his line of sight.
Then you rest your palms on the floor and lift your ass up.
Taehyung groans loud and deep, echoing in your stomach and filling it up with nervous butterflies. Your eyelids flutter like the wings of one.
"My perfect little bitch, look at you," he approves, words coming from the back of his throat. "You're dripping down your thighs, baby."
Shit, being called his bitch was making you lose your sanity as it is. But this other, infinitely more intimate sounding pet name hits you in a different, much more vulnerable place.
You whimper in response, lowering your face so that it hides behind the curtain of your hair.
His heels clap against the hardwood floor, alerting you of him moving closer to you, until the carpet muffles his footfalls and leaves you in the dark. And then two of his long, elegant, perfect fingers brush over your clit, feathering up your pussy with a barely there touch to make you choke on your next exhale. He pauses at your entrance to draw in a loud breath.
"So so fucking delicious, baby, you smell so good." His words are tight and rushed, but his fingers take their time sliding into you.
A moan builds in your throat until you can't contain it behind clenched teeth anymore. It reverberates against the walls of your living room, earning you an amused hum from the formidable male behind you.
Two of Taehyung’s digits rest snugly in you, reaching that sensitive spot deep within you with practiced ease. He teases you with tiny movements – letting his fingertips jump just the slightest against the rough patch of nerves deep inside of you, barely even moving, but it has you clawing at the carpet in need.
It is always like this with him, in all spheres of life – the faintest effort on his end turns you into a puddle at his feet. Always. He would smile at you once and you would dream about it for a month. Being in love is bad enough. Knowing it is hopeless and destined to doom is worse.
Your despairing thoughts are suddenly pushed away when you notice how his broad shadow swallows your body. It always makes your eyes glaze over with lust, the realization how every part of him is big enough to break you like a twig if he wants to, but he chooses not to. Delirious with desire, you push your ass back against his fingers.
“Oh, my desperate little bitch,” he rumbles affectionately, bending to press a kiss against your ass cheek. “Don’t try to rush me. This pussy deserves all my attention and care…”
Fuck, why does he have to sound so darn intoxicating all the time?
“Please… Please go harder…”
“Should I, baby?” He hums, finally moving his fingers. “You want it fast and rough? Won’t let me make a shrine of this gorgeous, delicious cunt?”
You almost preferred it when he was just teasing with his fingertips, because now his fingers are dragging halfway out of your cunt and then sliding back in, just shy of brushing against your sensitive spot that he knows the location of almost better than you do.
Sometimes it feels like Taehyung has a map of your body tattooed to his brain. The thought is not as comforting as it should be, because he always has you at his mercy with this power.
His words have your thighs shaking with effort, another, “please,” leaving you in a hushed whisper as your furrowed brows and squinted eyes focus on the fur of the carpet inches from your face.
“You really wanna come like this, little Omega? Won’t wait for my lips? My cock?”
He sounds amused again.
Oh God, you really shouldn't find his amusement arousing. He has you strung like a puppet and you somehow feel gratification in that? What the hell is wrong with you? You lean down to mush your face into the carpet in frustration.
"No… Want to please you, Alpha," you mumble into the fur. "Please just… use me. Please.”
A large hand canvasses one of your ass cheeks, smacking it playfully before he grabs a handful. “Look at my little bitch beg. I am using you, sweetheart. Using this juicy little pussy to get my fingers all nice and wet so that I can fuck it better with them.” He curls said fingers to push against your g-spot, and you moan into the carpet. “And then I’ll fuck you open with my cock.”
With that, he finally changes his lethargic pace to a fast, brutal one – pulling your most intimate parts open with his grip on your ass cheek while his fingers move in and out of you in a blur of a movement. You whine, scream and cry into the carpet, both your hands fisted in its fur next to your face while your hips stutter against the assault of his unfairly skilled fingers.
"Oh, you like that? Fuck, you sound so fucking sexy, baby," he groans, fingers fucking you thoroughly.
At one point, your upper body falls limp to the ground, Taehyung playing with you like you are his personal sex toy. Which you, in a way, very much are.
Your arousal gushes out of you with every perfectly aimed stroke of his fingers, and you wail, mouth wide open and eyes screwed shut against the coarse fur. You can feel yourself climbing the peak to your climax, but you know better to even think about trying to get to it without his command. And so you grit your teeth as tight as you shut your eyes, body stiffening a bit with your efforts of trying to keep your orgasm at bay.
“What’s this,” comes a gravelly murmur, Taehyung’s fingers dimpling your ass cheek obscenely. “Baby’s trying to hold herself back, huh? So soon?”
His low chuckles make your whole body thrum with renewed arousal, attempts at holding yourself in immediately rendered futile. And then he retracts his fingers from you, leaving your cunt to convulse around nothing.
“Alpha,” you whine, wiggling your ass in desperation, and earn a prompt spank to your ass cheek with his wet fingers.
“Stop being a slut,” he admonishes you, gripping at your waist to turn you on your back.
You look up at him through hazy eyes, taking his beautiful self in for the first time, tonight.
He looks as delicious as you thought he would. His black hair is combed away from his forehead, shapely eyebrows on full display. His soft brown eyes are coated with a golden layer of lust that they always wear when he has you beneath him, and his plump lips are red from his teeth constantly digging into them. He is kneeling between your legs in deep brown slacks and a white shirt that is rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. The expensive watch on his wrist looks sexier to you than it probably should, especially when you catch the wetness on the fingers of the same hand.
Your wetness. He had those fingers in you. Your gaze spans to his crotch, throat drying at the sight of the bulge you spot there. You’re going to have that thickness in you too, soon.
“Done?”
You look up to his face, blushing red when you find him smirking.
“You’re so gutsy for eye-fucking an Alpha the way you always do, you know?” he teases you, gripping the edge of your pajama top to roll it up your body. “One of the reasons why I can’t resist this pussy.”
The implication that he tries to resist doesn’t escape you. The reminder that he isn’t here because of you but just because your scent tempts him to do so, is like a slap across your face. You scramble to cover up the pain with arousal before he can sense it.
You don’t have to work hard, though, when he snakes both his arms beneath your shoulders, leaning over you to cover your body with his. His breathtaking eyes look into the depths of yours, making you fear for all the secrets you keep locked away in your heart.
“Climb,” he commands, and you immediately wrap both your legs around his waist and arms around his back.
He stands up with you clinging onto him like a Koala with laughable ease, squeezing your ass as he walks the two of you to your bedroom. Your chin rests against his sternum, mouth peppering light kisses over the expanse of his throat.
"Behave," comes his grunted admonishment, making you look up at him with round eyes.
"Did you not like that, Alpha?"
Taehyung looks at you from under his lashes, the fire in his gaze threatening to turn you into a bigger mess that you already are.
"It was distracting me," are his final words before he drops you onto your mattress, standing back to watch your body bounce, amused. "Cute."
Cheeks warm, you scramble into a sitting position, quickly rearranging your legs to kneel on the bed. Taehyung shakes his head, though, and you freeze.
"Lay back," he orders, beautiful fingers reaching up to unbutton his shirt.
Your heart thumps in your ears when the silk cloth slides off his broad shoulders. His toned, golden body beckons you to him – but you resist, arousal pooling on the bedsheet between your legs when Taehyung moves to stand next to the edge of the bed, in front of your exposed pussy.
Long, elegant fingers wrap around your thighs, digging in with his strength as he tugs – and you're pulled down the mattress to him, ass settled on the edge. Taehyung meets your eyes with his gaze gleaming golden, his wolf showing itself in his heightened lustful state.
You gulp when he quietly lowers to his knees, tongue licking at his lips, wide shoulders rolling back, built chest bulging. His eyes still look at you – look through you, to your soul.
And then his gaze moves to your bare center, the golden brightening in his eyes to an intensity that almost glows.
"Such a pretty, fucking pussy," he growls, your thighs quivering in his clenching hands. "Pink and wet and mine."
Your eyes flutter shut as the last of his words washes over you.
His. Yes, you are. Undeniably, irrevocably his.
But he isn't yours. At least, not in the ways you want him to be. Not outside of bed.
And maybe that should be enough. But sometimes it's not. Sometimes, the love you hold for him in your chest overwhelms you too much for that to be enough. God, you love him so much, so freaking much, you wish you could have him – all of him, in every way, all the time.
“Am I stressing you out?”
His hiss against your skin travels through your thigh to spread all over your body until your muscles lock up in fright. You scrunch your eyes shut, face twisting in a grimace. He sensed your shift in emotions.
“I—”
“Maybe,” Taehyung cuts you off, “I need to engage you better, hm?”
Your throat, your whole mouth runs dry, but you don’t even get the chance to collect your thoughts before a slapping sound echoes around you – along with a stinging sensation hitting your clit in full force.
Your mouth freezes in a silent scream, shocked gaze running down to the man between your legs. His plush lips tilt up in a smirk, molten gold eyes narrowed at you with his hand poised next to your thigh and palm turned towards your pussy. His fingers glisten with what must be your arousal.
“Look at this cunt soaking my hand when I slap it,” he mumbles almost affectionately, separating his fingers to show you how your slick sticks to them. “So perfect. My perfect little wolf.”
His praise fills you up with pride, making you want to do better – to please him until all his earlier stress leaves him.
As if to drive his observation home, his palm rears back and hits you again – a shriek of his name tearing out of your throat this time. Your clit throbs at the assault, becoming more sensitive and alert. You’re positive a single stroke of his finger through your walls can bring you to a blinding orgasm, right now. But you also know he isn’t going to allow you that just yet.
His perverse smile turns into a feral grin, upper lip peeling over his teeth. Pieces of dark hair fall over his forehead, hanging over his hooded eyes that stare at your sex as if it is a three-course meal.
He looks so dangerous.
You want him to ruin you.
Another slap over your pussy sends you rocking up the bed. Your eyes water and teeth bite into your lower lip, a muffled groan escaping you.
A rumble of, “what’s that?” is pressed into your knee as Taehyung plants a kiss there with his smirking lips.
Your whimpers tremble with the shakes of your head. Taehyung gives a hearty laugh, delivering one more slap to your cunt.
“Alpha!” you screech, back arching off the bed.
That one was painful. But so, so amazing. Tears trickle out of your eyes and travel down the sides of your face to seep into the bedsheets. Just as more arousal floods out of your pussy. God, why are you such a mess for him?
Taehyung, always attuned to your body, immediately deduces your pain, sinking to press his lips to your battered clit. Your body jumps at the contact, hypersensitive as it has become, but his soothing lips and tongue have you reacting a lot differently in no time.
His tongue licks into your entrance, massaging your walls just as his teeth drag against your outer lips and you quiver under his attention. His tongue ravishes your cunt, ploughing into you with a vigor before flicking at your clit, and then going back to your entrance – until he decides to wrap his lips around your sensitive nub, and suck.
Your neck is tossed back into the bed, breasts pushed up in air at the heavy onslaught of sensations, and your release closes in on you unannounced.
“Fuck fuck – Alpha! I can’t—can’t hold it—fuck!” You’re sobbing, now, and trying to think up ways of how your Alpha will punish you for coming without his permission, when he surprises you.
Leaning up from your cunt with a parting nip at your clit, he meets your blurred gaze with his lidded, sparkling golden one. “Come for me, then.”
That is all the command your body needs, walls clenching around nothing even before his mouth has gone back to press against your pussy. He brings in a finger to slide into your channel, and immediately, you trap it in your walls – screaming Taehyung’s name to high heavens as your release washes over you. Your body spasms, rocking against his finger for a while, and then falls slack in the bed.
Taehyung is naked and on your body, cupping your cheek when you manage to open your eyes again.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmurs to you, eyes a duller shade of gold now, the brown of his human self peeking through. “Can you take more?”
“Always,” you whisper, losing your mind over how handsome and delicious and big he looks hovering over you like this.
But then your gaze travels down his firm body to meet his length, fully hard and ready – so freaking beautiful, it is summoning you to have a taste. You coyly look into eyes that have taken on a questioning look.
“Can I… please have you in my mouth, Alpha?”
Taehyung’s jaw hinges, golden flooding back into his irises at a scary rate, before he mumbles curses and gets off your body to let you get to his throbbing length.
He is long and thick and so so hard. His girth is a trait owed to the species you belong to, but the length is solely him. You’ve been with guys that share the thickness of his cock – but the way his length comes up to be close to your forearm in size is something you haven’t ever experienced with another. And you don’t think you ever will.
You stare, transfixed, at the bead of precum on his tip. You roll your tongue and open your mouth to spit on it, watching as the globule mixes in with his arousal and trickles down the side of his veins.
With a moan, you wrap your mouth around him and slide down, lubricating him with your mouth. His groans meet your ears, erasing the ache your jaw initially felt at the spread.
Your mouth moves on his cock, diving deep to have him hit the back of your throat, before pulling back and sucking on his tip. Taehyung slowly cards the fingers of both his hands through your hair, gasping with every motion of your head.
“My precious little Omega with her perfect little mouth,” he grunts, sounding stifled and exerted, and your chest swells with pride.
His fingers wrap over your head to hold you in place soon enough, though, and hips start to drive into your throat at a rapidly increasing pace. You moan around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head. He goes hard and rough, and you desperately cling onto his legs to stop yourself from tilting off your balance.
One of your palms reaches for his heavy balls, fondling the twin sacs and squeezing lightly until you hear him hiss out a curse. You increase the pressure.
You relax your throat as much as you can, never faltering in the motions of your hand. You gag a couple of times when he cuts off your air supply by choking you with the head of his cock down your throat, and he allows you a few seconds’ respite with shallow thrusts before going back to fucking your throat raw.
"Baby," he grunts, hand fisting in your hair. "I'm coming…"
With another couple of thrusts, he gives a muffled whisper of your name and unloads his release down your throat – pulsing and twitching in your mouth as you quickly work on gulping the bulk flooding there. You cough a bit when he pulls out, but swallow every last bit, wiping at your bottom lip with your thumb to catch a leaking drop and lick it.
“Fuck,” echoes his hiss before he knocks you flat against the bed with his kiss.
And then the two of you move in a loop – pleasuring each other till completion, separately, and then one time together. His cock eventually decides to leave your raw throat to nudge your pussy lips apart and drive home into your warmth that has been fluttering almost non-stop, tonight. You’re too far gone to hold onto any cohesive thoughts at this point, vision and senses getting muddled with exhaustion from all the juices you’ve released already.
Making true on his promise, Taehyung fucks you into the early hours of the morning, only letting you rest when you actually black out after a strong orgasm.
When you sleepily complain about the reports you couldn’t mail last night, Taehyung assures you he’ll talk to his brother – your boss – about letting you off the hook and maybe giving you a day off, too.
You don't know if he can or should – or even actually will – use his authority like that, but the fact that he wants to, makes your heart flutter. You think you fall a little more in love.
And then he cuddles you until you fall asleep, confusingly affectionate and caring, but you aren’t lucid enough to really analyze it. Your last waking thoughts revolve around the way your entwined fingers fit between his perfectly as you fall asleep with both your hands held in his.
"Her heat is coming up."
Taehyung pauses. "What?"
"You heard me." Jimin, his most trusted Beta and closest friend, rolls his eyes. "I am reminding you that if she asks me again, I'm not gonna say no to her this time."
Taehyung's blood boils in his veins. "No," he grunts, nostrils flaring and forehead creasing.
But Jimin, unbothered and unafraid, waves a dismissive hand in the Alpha’s general direction and goes back to scrolling on his phone.
"Save the aggression for the Pack. I wasn't asking for your permission, I was informing you."
Taehyung gets this uncontrollable urge to drive his fist through his best friend's face. "I'm your Alpha. I can—"
"—not command me to not help out an Omega without valid reasoning." Jimin raises a challenging eyebrow. "I will challenge you in Court and bribe Sehun to turn the Council's vote in my favor. You know I will."
All Taehyung can do is grit his teeth and clench his fists and mentally chant all the reasons why hurting Jimin in this situation will be massively counterproductive. It barely works, but he manages to rein in his violent instincts. Instead, he scowls at the other guy.
"Why the fuck do you have her calendar memorized, you creep?"
"I didn't have to name her for you to know who I'm talking about, and yet I'm the creep here, somehow."
"As if you talk to me about any other female?"
"Actually, I do." Jimin raises a finger up. "You just don't pay any attention when I'm talking about other females."
Wow, Taehyung really walked right into that one. While Jimin breaks into peals of high pitched laughter at the hilarity of this situation – which, mind you, Taehyung fails to see – he himself chooses to get off the couch and make his way to the kitchen.
Gripping the refrigerator's door, he frowns at himself. What the hell is going on with him? He used to have better control over himself, limiting his jealousy and general annoyance at other wolves being around you like a pro. He never used to be bothered by Jimin talking about you. What has changed?
He is quick to remind himself that Jimin has never before talked about helping you through your heat. But then, you have had other Betas do it for you over the years. It shouldn't bother him so much. Well, not more than the fact that you never try to ask him.
Extracting a cold bottle of water from himself, Taehyung figures he's partially to be blamed for your disinterest. He has staked such a blatant claim on your spare time, it should be understandable why you would want to steer clear of him whenever you can. You already see more of him than you want to. He would hate him, too, if he was in your position and was made to take care of his Alpha just because the Alpha had taken an interest in him.
Taehyung freezes.
Is that what he’s doing to you?
Fuck. He’s so horribly pathetic.
He reminds himself that there are also a couple of other issues an Omega needs to think of when asking for an Alpha’s help with their heat. Alphas tend to be the most possessive and territorial, and more often than not end up mating with the Omega they help through its heat. And he can come up with a laundry list of reasons why you would run in the other direction from that possibility.
You do not have it easy, in the least. Omegas are supposed to be special, what with their undying loyalty to their pack and the Alpha. But instead, their little to no sense of self preservation and the capability of making Alphas bend to their wiles by the scent of their sex actually makes them an easy target for abuse and disrespect. No one wants to marry an Omega, knowing they would have to ward off potential suitors all their life because even a mated Omega has a scent that attracts attention. Well, unless it is an Alpha they are mated to, because no one wants to mess with an Alpha’s mate unless they have a death wish.
Taehyung gulps down half the bottle of water to take the reins of his spiraling thoughts.
Literally everyone in his pack has been wanting him to choose a mate for nearly a year, now, with Jimin dropping hints that it could be you. Taehyung knows better than to follow that advice, but he is starting to wonder if should maybe take the rest of his pack more seriously before the Elders force him into a contractual marriage or some shit.
He kind of wishes the Moon Goddess actually designated mates to wolves, the way his ancestors used to believe she did. Mating would be a lot less of a headache if he lived in a world where his body was conditioned to be attracted to just one other individual. Yeah, it could go horribly bad if something happened to one half of the mated pair, but then, it isn’t that easy for mates to live without each other, anyway. He would know. He has seen his father live as a shell of himself after his mother died.
Sighing at his suddenly heavy thoughts, he walks back to the living room – to a sight that makes him do a double take.
You are sitting in the spot he just vacated, cuddled into Jimin’s side and giggling at something on his phone.
For a moment, Taehyung is convinced he is hallucinating. He didn’t hear you get here, couldn’t – can’t smell you, at all. He could have been distracted by his thoughts earlier, but what about now? He does something peculiar in the air, but it is not a scent he has ever associated with you.
He walks ahead, making up his mind to sit on the spot that he believes is most definitely still vacant and he has conjured you up, until—
You look up, meeting his gaze with your eyes crinkled at the corners.
His chest caves at the sight. You look so beautiful like this – more than you do naked, more than you do with your mouth full of his cock, more than you do with his seed on you. Your smile is radiating the kind of carefree happiness he has never seen on you, and it leaves him absolutely astounded how his heart starts to beat rapidly in his chest at the sight.
“Alpha!” you greet him formally, jumping to your feet to dip in a bow, before you grin at him as his friend. “Jimin was showing me pictures of his sister’s pups. They’re so cute! Have you met them, Tae?”
Taehyung is rooted to his place, senses overwhelmed by all these foreign scents he keeps encountering. Your attention is caught by a wail emerging from Jimin’s phone, and you bound back to the Beta’s side to coo at the screen.
Jimin meets Taehyung’s eyes with a concerned frown, to which he simply shakes his head.
How the heck does he explain himself, when he doesn’t even know what he’s feeling?
Making a split second decision, he grabs his running bag that all the wolves keep on the ready when they have to go for runs in their shifted forms, and slips on his shoes.
“I don’t feel very well,” he announces to the room as he heads for the door. “Gonna take a couple laps around the forest. See you two, later.”
“But you were fine just—” Jimin cuts himself off when Taehyung shoots him a sharp look over his shoulder. “Right.” The Beta clears his throat. “See you later.”
As he’s leaving the apartment, he finally smells something similar on you – worry.
And then it hits him.
The reason why he couldn’t recognize your scent was that he has never been around such a jovial you. You usually smell like lust or distress around him, nothing even remotely close to the unfettered happiness emanating from you in Jimin’s company.
Is there anything possibly worse than that? Maybe Jimin should take care of you through your heat. Maybe he should even mate you – you two loving, selfless souls certainly deserve each other. And this is, he realizes, why he was so bothered by Jimin contemplating saying yes to you if you asked. You two could very potentially fall in love, and it would be the greatest thing to happen to both you and Jimin.
Taehyung should be happy – what’s better than two of his closest friends getting together?
But every fiber in his being absolutely hates the prospect. His stomach violently lurches when he imagines you swollen with Jimin’s pups, and he has to pause at the edge of the forest to calm his breathing. If he shifts this enraged, he will end up going back to his apartment and claiming you as his mate. In his wolf form.
He drops his backpack to the floor, eyes looking skywards at the moon that is starting to show in the still pale blue sky.
“Why did you have to send such a perfect fucking Omega my way, huh?” he shouts at the Moon Goddess, tears stinging his eyes. “What the hell do I do with all these feelings when I’m the worst thing to happen to her? She’s such an angel… always welcoming me into her body for me to let my frustrations out… and I…”
He purses his lips to hold back his tears, throat feeling heavy with the ball lodged in there.
Well, what’s more to even say? He knows he is the most selfish fucker for still going back to you when he knows you only do what you do out of obligation for your Alpha. The fact that he has never smelt your happiness before today in all his five years of being lucky enough to have you as one of his closest friends is more evidence than he needs.
Taehyung laughs drily, hating himself like he’s never hated anything ever before.
"What the hell is going on with him?"
You're still staring at the door Taehyung just walked out of, confused beyond your wits.
Jimin looks at you for a few moments before moving his shoulders in a shrug. "He's been stressed lately. That's why I called you here in hopes of movie night to get him to relax, but…" He morosely gestures to the direction Taehyung took off into.
“Wait, stressed?” You frown.
“Yeah, he’s being rushed to find himself a mate, and stuff by the whole Council at the Court.”
You snort at Jimin's choice of words. "Mate? What is this, 1820? And what's new about that? He is being pressured ever since his father died and he assumed the throne."
“Okay, one – that's what the Elders call it," Jimin protests, even though he's laughing with you. "And two, the proposals are piling on and the Court is becoming impatient."
You gulp at the revelation. “Oh?”
“Yeah. The neighbors are going at it, left and right.”
“Why won't Tae accept any?” The question frames in your head and slips out of your mouth too quickly.
Jimin gives you a look of disbelief. "Are you that thick, or do you need me to validate what you already know?"
You have no darn clue what he's going on about. "Jimin. Quit riddling me."
"Ugh, for reals?" He groans, leaning back to hang off the side of the couch, upside-down.
"What!"
"It's been more than a year since his father's death, he's been looking for so long. But you can't find elsewhere what you already have, can you?"
You look away when he moves back into his previous sitting position and gives you a knowing look.
"I think he isn't looking for an Alpha at all, but an Omega. One in particular."
You roll your eyes at his subtlety. "We're just sleeping together, Jimin. I'm not delusioned into thinking there's more to it when there isn't."
"Oh, please," Jimin scoffs. "As if you don't reek of longing when you're around him. That dumbass just doesn't realize how much he wants—"
"Do not finish that thought," you grit out, teeth and fists clenched. "I'm done hoping for the impossible."
You earn another long look from Jimin followed by a scoff. "You cannot seriously believe he doesn't want you."
"I know he wants me." You raise a hand up when Jimin opens his mouth. "In his bed. But the selection of the Queen cannot be solely based on what he – or anyone, in fact – wants. It should be about what's good for Tae. For the Pack. The Queen needs to suit the throne, not be sexually compatible with the Alpha. Who wouldn't be sexually compatible with an Alpha, anyway?"
An elongated groan is released from Jimin's lungs. "You're talking like one of the Elders, I hate it."
"I'm just being mature."
"And whom does your maturity deem suited for the throne, then? Some snobby Alpha bitch?"
You wince at Jimin's choice of adjective, but then very slowly shake your head. He looks at you with interest.
"Who else, then?"
You exhale, immediately thinking about Kira, one of your closest friends in the world and a Beta from your Pack. She’s so perfect to be Taehyung's Queen, it almost hurts thinking about it.
"A respectable, stable Beta. One that would listen to him and not challenge his authority, but also be smart enough to make her own decisions when need be."
"And that would be, who? Some Beta?" Jimin looks disgusted when he looks at you again.
"Well it won't be me. And I think it's better if we don't bring up the possibility anymore, too, please."
"What? I was actually thinking you should ask him to be with you through your heat."
You blink at him. "And why the heck would I do that?"
"To signal to him that you're interested in him, too, and don't just let him fuck you you out of obligation."
Your mouth parts in surprise. "Obligation? This is the twenty-first century, Jimin. Why would Tae think I'd do anything out of obligation?"
"He's an idiot, babe, you know that," Jimin reminds you with a wry smile. “What’s the harm, anyway? You’re yet to make a request, right? Request for Tae.”
"I don't wanna make a fool of myself if he rejects me, Jimin. Which he might." You tuck your legs in, curling into yourself. "And you know what it's like for an Alpha to help an Omega through their Heat. I don't want Tae to be coerced into mating with me. I'd never be able to forgive myself."
"Coerced." Jimin gives you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "God, babe, you're so dramatic! Emotions do not happen by magic, you know that. Hormones or pheromones cannot create urges that aren't there. All they do is heighten them – take off the filter and let you live out what your instincts demand."
Jimin has you speechless by his rapid fire spray of facts.
But just because you do not have a response for him doesn't mean this is enough for you to change your mind. You can't think of anything worse than having Taehyung despise you because your scent persuaded him into mating with you and now he's been manipulated into a lifetime bond he didn't ever want.
Your heart aches at the imagery.
Your concentration breaks when a message pings somewhere close by. You turn to look at the phone kept on the table next to you.
"This is Tae's phone, right?"
A message flashes on the screen, making you invade Taehyung's privacy unwittingly.
Yoona
Tae-bear! Heard you're looking for a Queen? Why go looking when you have your best friend, right here? (;
I'm coming to see you tomorrow xx
"Ugh, you stink of heartbreak, what is it?"
You hand the device over to Jimin.
"Oh."
"She's his childhood friend, right?"
"I… yeah."
Taehyung is going to say yes to her. There’s no reason for him not to.
You nod to yourself. "Okay. That's, uh. That's good for him, I guess."
"Hey, babe—"
"I'm fine."
And you are. You knew this would happen – you wanted this to happen. Sure, it stings a bit, knowing the love of your life is going to be with someone else. But you'll get over it because you know all the reasons why you’re bad for him.
"Get me a glass of water, be hospitable," you grumble, nudging at Jimin's thigh with your toe. "And show me more of Unni's pups. I wanna smile."
"Wow, using me as a butler and my nieces and nephews as clowns. Nice." Jimin makes a face, even as he stands up.
He pauses to stretch his arms above his head, and—
His gorgeous back muscles and sculpted Adonis’ belt peek at you. You immediately look away in embarrassment. Jimin cackles at your reaction.
"God, babe, you're allowed to look and be horny, it's fine!"
"No. My heat hits the day after tomorrow, I'm in pre-heat, it's fucking with my pheromones," you grumble, earning a loud gasp from the dramatic Beta.
"Did you just curse?"
You moan in irritation when he pokes his head into your line of sight, too close for comfort. "Can you not? You know you're handsome and tempting as hell, but I'd very much not like to climb you up like a scratching pole. Not when my heart feels so heavy."
Jimin gives a thoughtful hum. "You know. You can spend your heat with me if you'd like."
Your eyes cut to his sharply. "Didn't you ruthlessly reject my request last year?"
"That was when I thought you and Tae would have a chance."
You swallow. "And you… don't think so anymore?"
"Well, didn't we just have that conversation? You're not gonna say yes to him, he's probably gonna say yes to Yoona. So where does that leave you?"
You pause, actually considering his words. They do kind of make sense. You don't reckon you have any more business left with Taehyung if he has a bride. Which he is very likely to, now. And Jimin is a good, trustworthy friend of yours that you have complete faith in to help you through your heat with more care than you'd ask for.
"Babe. I'm just saying. If you want to close the Tae chapter of your life forever, I'd be more than willing to help." Jimin gives you a serious look. "Okay?"
Close the Tae chapter of your life? Forever? Do you want to?
No.
But do you need to? When he's obviously close to finally finding a partner and obviously getting confused by your pheromones? Should you?
Yes.
You inhale deeply, looking into Jimin's friendly eyes, and exhale.
"Okay."
It is needless to say that when Taehyung saw the text he received from one of his best friends – who also happens to be an Alpha of a pack, close by – he didn't expect she was being serious.
He stares, jaw slacked, at the female's placid smile.
"Yoona, I—"
"You said you were in a rush, right? I don't see a better alternative."
And although it does make practical sense what she's saying, Taehyung doesn't like it. Not one bit.
"Yoona, we've been friends for so long," he tries to placate her. "Wouldn't it be… awkward?"
Her face is so calm, it's almost scary. "Absolutely not. I think that would make things all the more better, in fact."
Taehyung cannot wrap his head around this. Why does he feel so disgusted thinking about marrying her? It is the right choice to make. They are friends, she has a pack that shares borders with his, so they won’t have to work too hard to take care of their combined packs’ boundaries.
So then why does his heart hurt and stomach twist when he thinks of spending his life by Yoona’s side?
He closes his eyes to calm his spiraling thoughts – only to have himself immediately invaded with the images of a smiling face that he longs to see. A pair of arms he wishes to have wrapped around him.
A hand he wishes to hold.
An Omega he wants to claim as his and belong to – not just use her for her body.
He wants you.
Oh shit.
“Yoona, listen—”
Jimin chooses that exact moment to loudly walk into the living room, Taehyung being too distracted by his thoughts to have sensed him in advance. The Beta tosses a suspicious glance at Yoona and then subtly arches his brows at Taehyung.
"Oh! Beta Jimin, is it?" Yoona is quick to greet, standing up and quickly folding into a bow.
Jimin does respond with a smile, but the wariness in his demeanor and the scent of discomfort wafting off him is enough for Taehyung to discern that he doesn't like the situation he is witnessing. And that he knows more about it than Taehyung thinks.
"You can take your time to decide, Tae," Yoona addresses him, getting up to take her leave. "I'm in no hurry." She pauses, a friendly smile that somehow looks calculated painted across her face. "But you are."
Jimin doesn't even wait for her to be out of earshot before he's jumping on the case.
"I swear to Moon Goddess, Tae, if you don't say no to her right now—"
"I will!" Taehyung exclaims, bile rising up his throat at the very prospect. "I think…"
A pair of kind, warm eyes. A warmer body. Tinkling laugh. Searing touches. Eyes full of passion that he wants to want him back. Needs to.
"I think I know where my heart is, Jimin…"
Jimin gives a loud sigh. "Oh fucking finally! Do you know how stressful it has been? I even tried to make you jealous by telling you I'd accept her request, but it took Yoona for you to realize! How are you so fucking dumb, Tae? I’d hate you if you weren’t my best friend!" Jimin breathes heavily after his raging rant. "Congratulations. It only took you more than five years to admit what I saw from the first day. Ten, if we count from the day you two first met."
Taehyung nibbles on his bottom lip. "But does she even want me?"
Jimin gives a pained groan, fumes of frustration rising from him.
"She's been crying that she isn't good enough for you. She almost agreed to spend her heat with me just so that you can live your life in peace. You're an absolute idiot if you're still confused about her feelings, Tae."
Well. Taehyung doesn't want to be an idiot anymore.
“We’re gonna have to talk about you calling me dumb and an idiot in less than two minutes, sometime, Park Jimin…”
On your way to filing a request for Taehyung to be your partner for Heat at the Court, you receive two very cryptic messages from Jimin.
Tae rejected Yoona 👀
Remember what we discussed? Make your official request ASAP and make things easier for him 👀
For a moment, you stop at the side of the road as your head reels. What does he want you to do again?
But then you start to understand.
Taehyung is getting confused about Yoona because of you. Again. Faltering in making decisions that are right for him, yet again. Curse your captivating pheromones.
You understand what Jimin is hinting at. You shouldn’t confuse Taehyung further by asking him to be near you when all the chemicals in your body are at an all time high drive. The thing Jimin said about signaling your interest to Taehyung is obviously a moot point, now.
You need to submit a request for Jimin.
You pace up to the Court compound, walking down to the concerned department that is flooded with wolves in pre-heat all around the year. You make your way into the line and then to the front desk where a bored looking Beta asks you to fill the digital form on the tab placed before you.
Your hands tremble only slightly when you enter Jimin’s name.
The clerk tells you you’ll receive your confirmation from the party concerned within two hours.
But you have barely even made it to your home, hardly taking fifteen minutes, when your phone rings with Jimin’s call.
With a chuckle, you put the device to your ear – only to pull it back when Jimin’s screech threatens to deafen you.
“What the hell?” you yelp, putting the phone on speaker.
“Have you lost your mind? What the hell did you do? Even after I texted you? I swear to fucking Moon Goddess, I will haunt your ass if he kills me before—”
“Woah, woah, Jimin,” you interrupt his enraged shouting. “Slow down. What did I do?”
You hear him take a breath and use that moment to quickly unlock your apartment and get in.
“You put in my name. Why the fuck?”
You pause in the act of pouring yourself a glass of water. “Because… that is what your text said?”
“What? Where? I literally asked you to make things easy for Tae! How does this do that?”
“Well, you told me he rejected Yoona’s—”
“Exactly! And? I even asked you if you remembered what we discussed!”
“Yes, and we discussed that you’d help me close the Tae-chapter in my life!”
“I—well, yes, but I was talking about the reassuring Tae you weren’t sleeping with him out of obligation thingy!”
“What? And how the heck was I supposed to figure that out? Your messages were confusing! Especially with those emotes!”
“Oh, God, this is a mess,” Jimin bemoans. “Look. Tae’s on his way to the Court to overrule your request with his, and then he’s coming to your place with an overnight bag.”
“Wait, what? Overrule?” You slump into your couch, aghast. “He can do that?”
“He’s the… King? Also, he can do that if he admits to the Council that he’s committing to pursuing you as a potential partner for him.”
Your brain refuses to believe that Taehyung would go to such lengths. You sulk, pushing your lower lip out in a pout.
“The system sounds corrupted.”
“Yeah? We live in fucking monarchy, what else did you expect?” Jimin snorts. “Now stop chit-chatting with me and prepare for his rage. Oh, wait.” He sniggers like the nuisance he is. “You already have practice.”
“Shut up, Jimin.” You roll your eyes and disconnect the call.
And just that second, a key aggressively turns in your lock.
You stand up with a gasp of fear. How the heck did he get here so fast? Did he turn on the way or something?
He probably did.
Your feet are still cemented to the ground when Taehyung bursts through the front door in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and eyebrows drawn down tight over narrowed eyes that are bleeding into golden, just as his lips purse into an unimpressed line. He looks really hot and your messy, pre-heat hormones make you want to pounce him despite the fury rolling off him in waves.
“Hey…” you try, fading off when he raises an unamused eyebrow at you.
“Jimin. Really?”
His voice is thick and deep, and with the way he smells of barely controlled anger but also barely concealed lust – you’re holding back from jumping him with great difficulty. Your pussy clenches regardless of your efforts.
“I just…” You trail off when he clicks his tongue.
“Did you really think I would let him do it without putting up a fight?”
You gulp. “Honestly? Yes. I didn’t think you would mind at all… And you shouldn’t, Tae.” You look at him through a pained gaze. “This isn’t good for…”
You’re forced to trail off again when he suddenly stalks up to you and cups your face between his palms. His eyes are wild as they search yours, breath coming out in small puffs that wash over your face.
“Before we spiral into another chain of overthinking or miscommunication or misunderstanding, I want to tell you something,” he quickly says with deep, earnest eyes.
You hold your breath. “Yeah?”
Taehyung breathes in and holds it. You watch multiple emotions dance across his face – from fear and nervousness to anxiousness and worry, until he finally settles on determination.
“I’m in love with you,” he exhales, shoulders relaxing as if he’s getting a weight off of them.
And maybe he is, because what did he just say?
You stumble a few steps back, stunned and speechless at the fact that Taehyung would actually say it out loud to you – that, what you have felt for him for a decade now; that, what you never could say to him in fear of getting your heart crushed; that, what you have longed to hear from him for so so long.
He really said it so easily.
It is obvious that Taehyung takes your shocked silence as your answer with the way horror washes over his face. When his eyes start to cloud over with hurt and his scent morphs into one of pain, your heart pushes you to stop it in place.
“Tae,” you whisper, scared out of your mind, but also thrilled that you finally get to be honest with him, “I’m in love with you, too.”
His face lifts. “You do?”
You barely get the chance to nod, let alone admire the way his lips push his cheeks up into cute little buns with his wide smile, before he’s on you – your back meets the wall with the force of his kiss. He doesn’t waste time consuming your mouth, gripping your face with both his hands. Your legs take leverage from the wall behind you to hitch over his waist, and with one of his hands supporting one of your thighs, you lock them in place around him, firmly. His hardening length presses up pleasantly against your core, making you press down on it more firmly.
Taehyung lets go of your bitten lips with a heaved breath, wrapping his arms around your back to carry you to the closest flat surface – that so happens to be the kitchen island just next to you.
Your dress is torn off you within seconds, Taehyung’s warm mouth travelling over every part of your body with a frantic passion, hands tearing through your undergarments until he has you fully naked under him. Your eyes become unfocused, brain foggy with the scent of his arousal choking your windpipe with his lips attached to your chest and your hands pulling at his shirt. His teeth mark a path down to the tips of your breasts, the flat of his tongue licking at your nipple before his mouth encloses over it.
“Fuck fuck — Tae!”
He growls a warning into your flesh. You shudder.
“Alpha," you correct. "My alpha.”
Pleased, gleaming eyes look up at you from his position at your tits, and your back arches at the provocative sight, pushing the mound further against his face. He switches sides, sucking the other bud roughly against the roof of his mouth, and cups the undersides of your thighs to draw you tight against his swollen member.
With a moan pulled out of your throat as his teeth dig into your areola, you manage to cause a rip in Taehyung’s shirt. You tug at the opening in the fabric hard to separate it from his body.
“Fuck,” he seethes into your skin, delivering a punishing nip to the top of your breast. “You just love acting fierce and bratty, don’t you?”
You swallow, huge eyes looking at him. “No, Alpha.”
Your actions contradict you wholly when you still pull at the scrap of fabric that hangs off his shoulder. He chortles at that, but allows you relief by freeing himself of the offending pieces of cloth that hindered both the pleasing sight and his skin's warmth. Just as his buff chest is revealed in its full glory, you immediately reach forward with a hand to wrap around his neck and bring his body down over yours.
And just as your skins meet – delicious, heated weight of him plastering you to the cold kitchen counter – a spark originates in the pit of your stomach. Not the usual heat of arousal that Taehyung stirs in you, no, it’s…
Something stronger.
Taehyung chooses that exact moment to bury his face in your neck, rubbing his nose along your mating gland. He licks at it, coating you in his saliva and dousing you in his scent. You realize he is Scenting you.
No sane thought remains after that.
"Alpha," you murmur, eyes closed and mind blank. "My alpha…"
“Yes, my little Omega. You smell so sweet and so fucking ripe, do you know?”
His rough voice seems to scratch directly against the walls of your pussy, a throb spreading all over your body that makes you shiver uncontrollably under him. Warmth starts to accumulate under your skin, dousing you in sudden sweat.
The spark in the pit of your stomach is suddenly an inferno and you’re burning.
Wait, burning?
Oh.
“Tae,” your voice comes out in a ghostly wisp, vision blurred when you open your eyes, unable to focus on him.
But Taehyung stiffens over you all the same. And then you realize you don't need to tell him for him to know.
When he meets your gaze, his pupils have shrunken to dots and his wolf’s golden has swallowed his natural brown irises.
“I thought your heat wasn’t until tomorrow?”
He sounds like he’s straining to hold back and so strongly smells of sex, that you're distracted from his words completely. Like a bitch in heat, which you now are, you grab his face and practically smash it down on yours, attacking his lips with a passionate clash of teeth and tongue.
His moans alert you of something, but you’re too far lost in his scent of pure Alpha to form a coherent thought that doesn’t involve having his cock in you. Your hands map a path over his back, nails that are just shy of turning into claws by the intensity of your arousal dig into his delicious flesh. More hungry for him than you’ve ever been for someone in your life, you latch your teeth onto his lower lip and suck like you would die without the taste. Your heated and dripping core is met by what you know to be the best cock you’ve ever been filled with and you push against it crazily, desperately, trying to get at least some friction over your clit.
But then your journey to nirvana is interrupted with a growl that has all the hair on your body standing on end.
It isn’t a human sound – it’s Taehyung’s wolf, the Alpha, calling out to discipline you. All your limbs fall off him like a puppet with its strings cut.
You look up into pools of aureate that glare at you. You gulp.
“What a greedy little bitch,” comes another nearly inhuman growl through his gritted teeth, a large palm coming down with a slap against your tit.
A keen leaves you at the sparks that light up your body at the contact. “Alpha… please…”
“You will take what your Alpha gives you and only take that. Understood?” he snarls, his body visibly tense – in anger or restrained lust, your haywire senses can’t tell past the essence of his wolf you're drowning in.
You still tremble. “Y–yes, Alpha.”
He grips both your wrists and pulls them above your head. You gasp, arching up into his body like a taut bowstring when he leans into you to lick a path up your collarbone to the back of your ear, stuffing his nose there to draw in a deep inhale.
He lets out a sound that is a mix between a human wail and a wolf’s cry, “God, you smell so fucking good, baby… I wanna fuck you full of my cum…"
Your pussy clenches. You want – need him to fuck you until you pass out and then paint your insides and outsides with his cum. You feel like you’d die if he didn’t.
“Please,” you brokenly beg him, writhing in his grip, but he doesn’t relent.
More kisses are pressed to your searing flesh, travelling down your body. Even the brush of Taehyung’s hair against your sweaty skin makes you release a pool of arousal, walls clenching around nothing painfully.
“Fuck fuck – it hurts, please, baby,” you plead, now crying with tears wetting your entire face. “Do something…”
Taehyung pauses immediately and leans up to look at you. You meet his hungry eyes very briefly before yours screw shut with another painful spasm of your empty cunt. With his heated glare cutting through your skin, he brings his free hand to roughly cup your pussy. A groan leaves both of you at the same time, yours lengthening into a sob when two of his fingers glide through your cunt to stuff you full.
“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he pants above you, sounding as fucked out as you feel. “Dripping so much, you sucked me right in, shit.”
All you can do is cry in agreement, allowing him to fuck you open with his fingers thrusting through your slippery entrance. You can feel your wetness trail down to your ass-cheeks, leaking out of you unstoppably with Taehyung’s ruthlessly pounding fingers.
“You’re clenching already, baby, shit,” whining, he leans down to suck bruises into your neck and collarbones.
And you are. In three more strokes, your pussy flutters around his fingers in an orgasm that levitates you all the up to the clouds. For a few moments, everything around you fades away – the nearly painful arousal caused by your heat, the overwhelming burn of your skin, even your Alpha’s presence recedes from your mind. Only relief and release cuddles you in its embrace.
Until it wanes and the ache is back.
Whimpering, you open your eyes to a feral Taehyung. “Tae… More… Give me more…”
He curses under his breath and then captures your lips in a kiss. When his hips push against yours, you’re immensely pleased to find him ridden of his remaining clothes.
His fingers toy with your battered pussy, flicking at your swollen clit. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt senseless," he murmurs into your mouth. "Tear you apart with my cock. Fill you to brim with my seed, mark you, breed you until you know you're mine. Until everyone knows you're mine."
You shake beneath him like a leaf, mindlessly nodding at everything he says.
"You want that, little Omega? Want me to make you mine?”
As soon as his lips detach from yours, you scream out your affirmation, "please! Please, Tae, fuck – I need you! Fill me up, please!"
Strong arms slide around your waist to lift you off the counter and place you face-down on it. Your cheek and tits and stomach press against the cool marble, Taehyung’s grip on your waist tight as he holds your ass against his hips.
His thick, bulbous head pushes against your slit, a snug fit despite your crazily elevated state of arousal. He eases himself in slowly despite all the wiggling around you do. When you try to buck against him, a spank lands on one of your butt-cheeks, a lewd moan escaping you at the sting.
“Do you want me to stop?” comes a harsh snarl.
He just knows how to wrap you around his little finger.
“S–sorry,” you gasp. “Please don’t stop, Alpha…”
Taehyung slides the rest of the way in, in one stroke, familiar enough with your body to know you never require him to pause and adjust, and immediately begins pounding into you savagely. He hits you where you need him to right with the first thrust, propelling you towards an impossibly quick orgasm in your sensitive state.
“Tae… I’m gonna…”
“So soon?” he pants into the back of your neck, planting a wet kiss to your shoulder blade. “Come, baby, let it go. You’ll feel better…”
Your body strung up in the throes of pleasure and your heart warmed with love for him, your climax makes you see stars. Like it happened with the previous one, your brain is cleared of any thoughts but immense relief for a few extended moments, until you crash back with your senses even more magnified than before.
Taehyung fucks you through your orgasm, your walls stretched obscenely over his fat cock. Every stroke hits home with practized precision – so darn perfect, as if his cock was meant for you.
He shares your sentiment with his groaned, “this pussy was meant for me, fuck – wanna fuck you forever, baby…”
God, you want him to fuck you forever, too. But your brain won’t let your mouth string that thought into a decipherable sentence, half-formed shouts of his name being the only sound that escapes you.
Your nipples hurt with the friction they are subjected to against the kitchen counter, and your wince catches Taehyung’s attention. He slows his brutal pace to loop an arm around your stomach, pulling you down on his cock and away from the marble.
You deliriously smile at his thoughtful action. “I love you so much, Tae…”
His thrusts suddenly turn wild. “Fuck fuck fuck – my little baby, I love you too. I love you so fucking much, you have no idea how much…”
Being pushed and pulled every which way, you are fully lost to the sounds, the feel and the smell of him – barely registering his other hand fondling your tit and sliding down to your messy center until you feel pressure of his fingers on your clit. You’re so high strung, you can come untouched just by breathing him in. And so his motions make you immediately plummet into a series of orgasms – your cunt grips him tight, unwilling to let go as your body trembles with the force of your completion. Then before you can come back from your trip to heaven, another orgasm carries you away again.
“You’re… doing so well, baby,” Taehyung whispers praises to you. “My best girl – my perfect little Omega bitch… I love you, my baby…”
You stay suspended among the clouds as three consecutive releases wash over you, one on top of the other. Taehyung’s words fill you up with happiness and satisfaction, but your body cannot even muster enough energy to even allow you a smile. Overstimulated and close to death because of how exhausted you feel, you tap the counter with a hand to draw Taehyung’s attention.
“Hand… too much…” you choke out.
His fingers disappear from your clit, coming up to brush hair away from your face to press a kiss to your cheek.
“It’s okay, it’s okay… that was important,” he soothes you between his own broken breaths, hips losing rhythm in their pursuit of completion. “You can’t take my knot… without loosening up properly, baby… Relax… It’s okay.”
With a feral growl, he buries himself to the hilt and releases into you. Warmth meets your walls with his seed painting your cunt like he owns it… which he does. Now instead of pulling out of you like he normally would at this time, he instead freezes on top of you.
And then you feel it – the thickening of his base. Fear starts to coat your emotions, immediately alerting Taehyung.
“Don’t worry, my strong baby can take it,” he tells you with such confidence that you instantly believe him.
He still keeps swelling, though, reaching a point where it feels like he really is about to tear you apart like he said he would. But then he thankfully stops, held in place with his thick knot plugging your slit.
A shuddered breath is wiped out of you, tailed by a whimper of pain.
Taehyung presses his cheek against your back, planting soft kisses along your skin to comfort you. “You can do this, my baby. My little Omega – so gorgeous and strong and mine… Look at you taking everything I give you.”
His praise helps, calming your heartbeat down a bit, but the extended minutes that his knot stays in you are spent with no movement other than Taehyung’s brushed kisses against your skin.
When he starts to shrink back to his size again, you finally heave a breath of relief. But along with that seeps in pride – you successfully took his knot.
Taehyung pulls out of you very slowly, quick to turn you over and hug you to his chest when he’s untangled from your body.
“Are you okay, baby?”
You press your face to his skin, your head swimming. “I… a little weak?”
Taehyung gives a chuckle, picking you up and cuddling to his body to bring you to your bedroom. He sits on your bed with you still in his lap.
“Hi,” you shyly mumble to his flushed face and sparkling eyes.
He presses the back of his hand to your neck. “Temperature's better. I think you can take a break."
“Yeah.”
A bar of chocolate is produced in front of your face. You give a surprised chuckle; you have no idea where or when he got this.
Taehyung laughs at your hanging jaw, breaking apart a cube to slip it into your mouth. You chew on it with a bashful grin, feeling your eyes open wider and thoughts arranging themselves better as some energy is restored in your body.
“Better?"
You enthusiastically nod your agreement.
Taehyung's face morphs from amusement to a peaceful smile. Still in both of your naked glory, he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips to press a delicate kiss against it.
His eyes are now completely brown, and full of immense softness and love. You inhale deeply, almost cooing at the scent of adoration he gives off.
He says your name in a tender, questioning voice.
"Yes, Tae?" you ask him in response, smiling when he does.
“I want to marry you. Will you be my Queen?”
You choke on your chocolate.
Taehyung pats your back, softly chuckling. “Are you really that surprised?”
You shouldn’t be, because the implication was there, in all that happened between you two today. But hearing the words makes it realer.
“Tae…”
“Hm?”
His eyes are kind and relaxed when they look at you, lips tugged up in a small, loving smile.
“I don’t know if I’m fit for the throne…”
He gives a sigh, not looking exactly disappointed but more like if he was expecting this but also hoping you won’t say it.
“You absolutely are. Whatever makes you doubt yourself, baby?”
You snuggle closer into him, unbothered by the sweat on your bodies or the stickiness between your thighs from spillage of both of your combined releases from your core.
“I’m an Omega, Tae,” you remind him, tilting your head to maintain eye-contact with him. “Being with an Omega is an extreme amount of headache in itself. Add to that the Queen part…” You sigh. “No one will take me seriously.”
Taehyung’s forehead creases. “Yes, they will. Everyone will take you seriously, they’ll have to. And about being with an Omega… I’m the Alpha of the pack, baby. The King. You have nothing to worry about.”
“But you do,” you retort with glum eyes. “What if I can’t handle the responsibilities, the spotlight, the expectations? They’ll charge at you, Tae.”
“Well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and you swoon – both, at the gesture and at the sudden pet name, “if you could handle me in all my moods, always aiming to please and taking care of me when I needed you to… you’ll handle the throne just fine.”
You roll your eyes at his joke, pushing at his chest. “Come on…”
“Hey, I’m being serious.” He takes your hands in his. “I have been in love with you for longer than I want to admit because it’s kinda pathetic.”
You giggle, overjoyed and bursting with adoration at his bashful expressions.
“And now that I know that you want me too, I would like to spend the rest of my life by your side.” He stares into your eyes. “I won’t compel you to make a decision, because I know it is a big one… but I want you to know that you’ll be okay – that we’ll be okay, if you say yes. The pack will accept you and love you as their Queen. I will cherish you as my wife, till my last breath.”
You don’t even realize when you start crying, only becoming aware of the tears on your cheeks when Taehyung wipes them away.
“Think about it, okay? We can discuss everything in more detail… later.” He suddenly smirks, pulling you close enough to breathe your air. “Right now… let’s sort your heat out first.”
His words travel straight to your pussy, starting your engine up again when he tosses you on the bed beneath his body.
And when his lips move against yours with all the tenderness and love in the world, you begin to feel like making a decision might not end up being that difficult, after all.
taglist: @shrimpmsg @codeinebelle @afangirllikeme-blog @chateautae (bec u said it in passing and i took it to heart <3)
❥ Pairings | Namjoon x female reader (feat. Jimin)
⤑ Genre | Royal Guard!Namjoon, Princess!reader, Royalty!au, Smut, Angst
⤑ Summary | He is a walking temptation, even if he would often argue that you are his. Both of you have known that what you share together is nothing more but an act of sin. But who are you to deny the pull, or the way he ignites the desire within you which would only lay dormant if not for his touch? And he would be a fool to deny you the same, even if he has to watch you walk down the aisle and exchange vows to another man right the next day.
⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
⤑ Warnings | Dom!Namjoon, Sub!reader, brat!reader, infidelity, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, name calling, Namjoon has a perverse kink to shave the reader (yes, that’s a thing), power play, jealousy, size kink, fingering (female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), clit play, nipple play, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, sensory play, voyeurism, orgasm control, multiple orgasm, praise kink, aftercare.
⤑ Word count | 8k words
❂ Fall For Romance
⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere
⤐ AU Type: Salted Caramel Ice Cream (Unrequited Love AU)
There is a special place in hell for someone like you.
A place where only the wicked and evil, where cheaters and smugglers are all locked in and punished together.
But you would still rather take it and risk it all, because you can never resist choosing the flames of carnal desire that makes you feel more alive over the cold and bitter and lonely life of a loveless marriage.
Tonight, you have chosen to let the curtains on your massive windows open, refusing to deny yourself the sight of the beautiful night sky. Without any lights in your bedroom, the moonlight’s shine takes over. Its light gives life into your bedroom as it shines through the window, illuminating your empty bed and the wedding dress hanging on the other side of the room.
You don’t quite understand why you had refused to allow the servants to secure the dress in your wardrobe before they left you for the night. Perhaps your wicked soul is some sort of a masochist after all, as it seems to have the desire for punishment. Because while the wedding dress looks lovely, a masterpiece which had been crafted specifically for your special day, it also serves as a mockery, a reminder that keeps taunting you about the life that could have been. And nobody would understand this because you are the only one who can see it in its true form, to be able to look at it as what it truly is—a shackle that will forever bind and imprison you in the future life of the King’s wife.
Sitting at the foot of your bed with nothing but silence as your company, you listen to the small sounds coming from the palace. The creaks on the floor, the soft shifts from the old walls which you—as a little girl growing up in this place—used to believe as the sound of the palace breathing, and then of course, there is also the smooth note of the cold autumn breeze flowing outside of the palace and knocking on your bedroom window.
But the sound that catches your attention and becomes the loudest to your ears is the steady thrums of your heartbeat. The thuds rising slowly, getting louder and louder before you open your eyes to realise that the steady thumps are coming from outside of your bedroom instead of from inside your heaving chest. You follow the sound, focusing on it for a moment until it stops right outside of your bedroom door.
Moments later, you watch as the door slowly opens, allowing a dark figure to enter. You keep your eyes on him the whole time as he steps into your bedroom, pushing the door closed behind him without making so much of a noise. Though the sound of the locks clicking in place which comes seconds later becomes a bit too loud against the silence, echoing against the walls and snapping the tight coil in your chest as if it becomes the sign of your fate being sealed.
Tension begins to rise as he slowly walks to the center of the room, stopping right under the moonlight coming through the window to allow you to see his face.
“Your Highness,” he greets you softly with his voice so deep that you can feel it rumbling inside your core. It knocks the air right out of your chest, forcing you to take a deep breath before finding your voice again.
“You’re late, General,” you chastise him. Yet your voice comes out airy, making it seem pointless to act as if you still hold the control. Even though both of you know perfectly well who is in complete control tonight.
“General,” he scoffs, clearly having been able to see right through your act. His eyes find your wedding dress on the wall and his gaze instantly changes. His eyes darken with despise and jealousy before he turns to look at you and the fire in his gaze transforms into another.
With those dark eyes still on you, he reaches down to his sword, pulling and undoing the belt which binds the weapon to his hips while growling deeply, “I have finished my duty.” With one firm tug, the belt snaps and the sword falls on the floor with an echoing thud. He reaches up, snapping his cloak and armoury lose until they all fall on the ground before taking a few steps closer. “And I am done with my role.”
He stops just a few steps away, his presence fills the room until you can feel his heat, feel your breath getting constricted as if he has taken the air from you. “Now, say it again, Your Highness,” he says with his deep voice, while his piercing dark eyes seem to have left you completely entranced that you simply cannot look away, leaving you powerless when he whispers, “How must you address me?”
A deep sigh slips out of you when you let go of all the pretence, giving in to the rush of heat that is beginning to rise and burn inside you as you give up all control.
“Namjoon,” you breathe out, before you soften your voice and regard him to who he truly is, “Master.”
A smile forms on his beautiful face, which looks even more magical with the moonlight falling perfectly on him, the lights accentuating all the perfect lines on his face that you are left completely enthralled and motionless while he stalks closer until he is standing right before you. He stands so tall while you are still sitting down that you are forced to crane your neck to look at him. Yet he still touches your chin to tilt your face up, guiding you to meet his eyes as he whispers, “Good girl. Now undress for me.”
Your body shudders under his command, but Namjoon pulls his hand back before you have a chance to revel in the sensation that he ignites on your body. The loss of his touch instantly makes you feel cold, though your body still moves obediently under his spell, rising slowly from your bed just as he takes a step back to allow you some space.
Your body sways a little as you stand right in front of him, both from the tension and the thrill of finally being with him again. But you soon find your footing as you keep your eyes locked in his, as if he becomes the anchor that holds you up together without him reaching out to hold you. You make no effort to look away as you start to peel off the silky robe covering your body and let it drop to the floor, followed by slowly sliding the straps of your negligee off of your shoulders, and the fabric falls to a pool around your feet, leaving you completely bare and exposed within seconds.
His gaze feels like a gentle caress as he drags his eyes down your naked body, taking in everything, measuring, memorising, capturing every detail that he can find with his eagle sharp eyes. Namjoon begins to move and you can swear that the air crackles and shifts together with him—just like how it always does when he is in the room. Wordlessly, he begins to walk around you in a circle, moving ever so slowly so you can feel his presence everywhere and you are hyperaware of what he is doing. There is no need for him to touch you to feel him, to feel the stroke of heat rising on your skin, when he can do it only a glance.
Once he is done perusing you with his gaze, Namjoon returns to stand before you and you take this moment to actually look at him.
Even without his sword or the weapons that are always hanging around his hips, he still holds power. He doesn’t need his cloak or to wear his ranks on his chest when his whole body oozes command and his sense of authority. And he doesn’t even need any word to have you lower yourself down to your knees to do everything he wants you to. As you are standing here with him, coming face-to-face with the man who holds more power than either your father or your husband-to-be ever would, you realise the reason why you are willing to risk it all and why you have become so addicted to him.
Kim Namjoon, the royal guard who had been assigned to be your protection ever since your marriage to His Royal Majesty Park Jimin, the reigning king from the neighbouring country of Oshen, was decided. The marital agreement was supposed to take place to seal the peace treaty between Oshen and your country, Broania, stopping the century aged war that has been going on and is still exhausting your country’s resources to its ground. Namjoon’s existence was arranged simply to make sure that you would be safe from harm so that your father, the King of Broania, can ensure that the wedding and the agreement will take place and peace will be achieved.
If there was anyone to blame for this tryst to happen, for you and your royal guard to mingle in a way that no law would ever be written to support you and for you to give in to your carnal desire, it would be none other than Park Jimin, the Royal Majesty of Oshen, and your father, the King of Broania, who had deliberately chosen him themselves, never knowing what that decision had led to.
Kim Namjoon is a walking temptation, an epitome of sin, despite him constantly telling you that you were the one who introduced him to these acts of sin by tempting him against fate. But the moment that everything started, neither of you has ever shown any will to stop. Not even if the next day will be the day when you are about to exchange vows to seal your future to another man, even if you are doing so only for the sake of your country and your people, not because of your heart.
Namjoon’s eyes drift lower, and your bare nipples immediately turn into pebbles, hard and pointy and yet so tight they almost hurt. Then his gaze drifts even lower, down to the space between your legs where you are pulsing with desire, anticipating his touch.
“Did you let the servants shave you?” he asks you while his lips form a slow smile at finding your smooth skin.
“I did. It would bring questions if I refuse the treatment the night before my wedding day,” you answer him, biting your lips right after while he makes a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue, disappointed to know that he has one less task to do while your skin flushes at the thought of him touching you that way.
Ever since you had started to get involved in this tryst, you had managed to unfold a ton of odd kinks and favours that Namjoon enjoys the most. One of the surprising ones had been his perverse need to shave your intimate areas which he takes pleasure in doing. He had shown you this for the first time only the night after he had taken your virginity many months ago, which he later used to show you how much of a difference it would make to have your skin completely bare and exposed to every touch and every caress right after, and how your folds would become terribly sensitive in its smoothness that he had more than once managed to draw your climax only with the touch of his mouth and tongue.
“Lie down. Let me see if they missed anything.”
After humming the words of your obedience, you slowly position yourself at the edge of the bed. Sitting back right the way you were when you were expecting him earlier before scooting back and lying on your back. Your trembling hands reach down to pull your legs up, perching the heels of your foot right on the very edge of the mattress as you open your legs wide, exposing your bare center for his hungry eyes to see.
“Hmm,” he hums deeply while he moves in to get a closer look. “I can’t see anything from here. Why don’t I take a good look—closer?”
Right then, he lowers himself to his knees and positions himself right between your legs. His eyes find yours for a moment before he dips, burying his face at the apex of your thighs, and his mouth latches onto your nether lips. A cry escapes you when he presses his mouth firmly around your folds, devouring you as if he is kissing you right on your lips. Then he begins to move, giving you open-mouthed kisses along your folds, his tongue slipping in and out, lapping at your hot skin and sliding across your slit. He continues to do all the sinful things that he can muster, his mouth and tongue working together, touching, caressing, tasting, until you feel a bundle of flames rolling and coiling from your core.
His hands move to grab onto your thighs as you start trembling, holding on tightly and locking them in place before you can start kicking and thrashing on the bed. One of his hands disappears right as your body arches on top of the mattress, when you are lost in the waves of pleasure engulfing you so intensely that you barely manage to hold on to control. Your hands sink into the sheets, holding on tightly as your hips begin to move, rolling and bucking against his face as he continues to eat and devour your hot core. You are already so close to the edge when he suddenly latches his mouth on the bundle of your nerves, sucking it firmly between his lips, and his fingers slide into your pulsing walls and press down right at the spot that sends you toppling over to your climax.
“Yes, that’s it, Princess. Good girl,” he hums against your hot folds, still lapping on your release while his fingers are still moving in and out of your hot cunt to make all the spasms of your climax last longer than they should.
Your knuckles are beginning to feel sore with how firmly you are clutching at the sheets, but you find it hard to peel them away, knowing that you would need to hold on, to grab onto something while Namjoon is playing with your body so expertly as if he is playing with a music instrument. He continues drawing the pulses of your pleasure rising before they have a chance to wane, and he doesn’t stop until you are once again sent flying high over the peak of your pleasure and then plunging deep that your body quakes in his hold.
A flurry of movements catches your attention while you are coming down from your high. You still feel the tight grip of his hands on your hot skin even when he has already let you go, and you open your hazy eyes to watch him peeling his clothes off, allowing you to see his smooth skin reflecting the moonlight once he is done.
He looks marvellous as he is standing there in his naked glory, looking all strong and powerful and the sight makes your body come alive, already feeling the rush of hunger even when he has already sent you to your climax. The dark intent in his gaze brings out the carnal desire that you have secretly buried inside you for so long. Your body pulses immediately with need, craving badly for his touch. But you bite your lips, holding back from pleading with him to give you what you need, no matter how badly you are craving for it.
Namjoon seems to sense what you are thinking, because he simply grins with amusement before he grabs onto your hips, pulling you up to guide you to lie down on the center of the bed before climbing his way up to follow you. “Do you have anything to say, Princess?”
You nibble on your lips for a moment before answering, “Please—”
“What are you asking from me, Princess?” Namjoon asks you as he moves to hover on top of your naked body, leaning in to let you feel his warmth but not enough to press his bare skin against yours.
”Tell me what you want,” he whispers, while keeping his lips ghosting over your skin, tracing your jawline, your cheek, then stopping right above your lips.
“I want—” you try to speak, only to get distracted when he gently brushes his lips against yours, though he pulls away before you manage to steal a kiss.
“Yes?”
Desperate, and needy, you force yourself to speak, “I want you—”
“To do what, Princess?” he hums against your lips when your words come out in a form of a gasp, and you just snap when his skin comes pressing down on you.
“To fuck me. Make love to me. Make me feel alive.”
Namjoon pulls back and looks at you with his dark eyes. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes! Yes, please—” you finally start begging him, whining and whimpering with every word you give him. “I need—”
Before you can even finish the sentence, Namjoon moves one hand between your legs, reaching down to part your folds, and your hips jolt upward at the touch. “Do you want me here, inside you?” he asks, dipping the tip of his fingers into your throbbing pussy and stopping before getting too far. “Do you want me to fill you with my cock, just the night before you are about to walk down the aisle with that dress?”
Your skin flush the moment you are reminded of the wedding dress, out there on display as a silent witness to your debauchery. There is an urge to look over to find it, but it is hard for you to look away from Namjoon’s intense gaze, even if your skin flushes further when he questions you, “Do you want me to defile you with sin before you would cover your tainted body with the dress that was made to represent your purity?”
With a gasp, you words come tumbling out, “Yes, Namjoon. Yes to all!”
He dives in to capture your lips in his, and your mouths begin to melt and tangle hungrily with one another as you are instantly lost in the kiss, drunk in the feeling of his devouring mouth and the slip of his tongue lapping at the seams of your lips. He pulls back once you are nothing but a breathless mess, keeping his lips ghosting over yours when he whispers, “You are not to come until I say so.”
It barely registers to you that he already has his hands traveling lower, until you feel the tight grip on your thighs when he parts your legs apart. The pulse that comes from your center feels too intense that you instantly feel the urge to close your legs together, only to have him stopping you as he lowers his hips, keeping you spread to him with the width of his body while his fingers are keeping your folds apart. His lips return to yours just as he presses the crown of his cock right at your slick entrance. His kiss grows harder to devour you as he presses down into you, bucking his hips against your center to drive his cock into your core with one swift push.
His thrust comes so abruptly that you cannot hold back the cry coming out of your lips. You cling to him with your nails digging into the hot toned slabs of muscles sculpting his back as he begins to move, feeling his body ripple under your touch as he rolls his hips, thrusting deep inside you repeatedly in fluent movements.
It doesn’t take long before you begin to feel the ripples of your orgasm rising, pulsing around his cock as he keeps on pounding into you. “Already?” he grunts deeply without missing a pace. “But we’re just getting started, Princess.”
The teasing tone in his voice is hard to miss, and he does so deliberately without hiding it only because he knows the reason why you are so quick to coming to the edge. He knows because he was the one who caused it, after depriving you from your climax the night before when he forbid you to cum and left you writhing on the bed, and after he spent the whole day leaving you sexually frustrated by constantly being there during your wedding preparation and distracting you with his stolen touches and kisses.
“Ah—I can’t!” you cry out when the pulses bursting inside your core become so intense, and you start feeling as if you are at the last thread of your control, so close to giving in and defying his command so you can have your release.
Suddenly, Namjoon grows still and his hands find your hips. You open your eyes with a whine, while he only chuckles, perhaps amused to see how desperate you are. “Oh no, I won’t let you defy me. In this bed, my word is absolute, and you are going to follow obediently if you want to cum tonight,” he groans huskily, keeping his wicked smile on his face. His words makes you shiver. But instead of fear, the only thing you feel is the desire to have more, the pleasure to have someone else taking control. At your compliance, Namjoon leans in for a kiss, leaving a quick peck as he murmurs, “Don’t worry, princess. I know that you’re still learning to control your body and your pleasure, and you’re still learning how to give it completely to me. Let me help you. I know just want to do.”
With one single tug, he manages to pull you up and turn your bodies around until you are on top of him, straddling him as he remains lying down on the bed. He has his head resting leisurely on top of the pillows which you have piled up against the headrest, finding comfort as he keeps you on his hips and his cock deep inside your cunt.
The sudden change of position helps ease down the intense pulses inside your pussy. But only for it to be enough to stop you from toppling over the peak of your climax before you are allowed to. The throbs are still there, present even if they are less intense that they were before, made to last by the slow and soft thrusts that he is still giving you.
“Now you hold control. Ride me, pick your pace and rhythm, and find a way to understand your body a little better so you’ll know what to do.”
His calming words are filled with confidence and power but still manage to give you a sense of reprieve. You always love how he remains patient in leading and guiding you as he introduces you to this new realm of carnal pleasure, how he can be a dominant master at one second and then a passionate lover and teacher the next.
Being perched on top of him gives you a full display of the magnificent sight of his strong, bare chest. Your eyes wander to give a perusing gaze down his torso, marvelling at how the lines of his toned muscles seem to have been engraved by the Gods themselves. Unable to resist the urge to touch, you trace down each line with your fingers, enjoying the soft grunts that he makes at the touch of your gentle caress and the way his body twitches slightly as you begin to trail lower, touching his waist, before pressing down on his torso to push yourself up.
“Holy f—” he groans as you come up, dragging your pussy all the way up his length. Your walls clench tightly around the crown of his cock the moment you stop moving, not allowing him to slide all the way out. Then you take a moment to relish the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsing around him before lowering yourself, sliding down his hard shaft until he is completely buried inside you so deep it feels like your bodies have become one. It also feels immensely satisfying to no longer feel any void or space left inside you with how perfect he is filling you up with his wide girth.
As if his cock had been carved just to fit perfectly well inside your walls.
“It feels so good,” you gasp as you continue to bounce up and down his cock, repeatedly chanting words of praises under your breath to let him know just how good he makes you feel and how perfect it feels the way his girth is sliding in and out of you.
Just as you find your rhythm, Namjoon suddenly pushes himself up, sitting up so his chest is almost brushing against yours. His grip lands on your hips, allowing him to guide your body to move in a certain angle which allows him to go deeper, for you to feel the crown of his cock pushing right at your depth, and for your clit to keep rubbing against his pubic hair as you continue to move together as one. Once again, the waves of pleasure comes rising in your body before you can stop it, and you are soon trembling against him when it becomes too much for you to handle. “Oh, my—”
Your words dissolve into a strangled moan as his teeth sink into the base of your throat, sending a rush that draws your body to curve forward, pressing your breasts against him. His lips travel down, moving lower while pressing open-mouthed kisses on your skin, then continue lower, until his mouth latches onto your breast, taking one aching nipple between his lips and giving it a gentle suck. He stays there for a moment, sucking and lapping at the pebbled nub a few more times before moving on to the other and giving it the same treatment. He repeats the action, again and again, capturing and sucking the tip of each breast, moving from one side to the next while the sound of your moans continue to echo against the walls of your bedroom, and it keeps growing gradually louder as he moves his hips at the same rhythm as his mouth does, bringing your pleasure rising to its peak.
Your hands find the back of his head, fingers treading between the strands of his hair as you keep him there for a moment while you savour the wonderful rush of pleasure surging in your bodies. Tugging at his hair, you pull his head back and guide him towards you. He pulls back obediently, following your cue, and then his lips are on yours.
Your mouths are tangled leisurely in a deep kiss as you guide yourself up and down Namjoon’s cock, completely hyperaware of the fact that Namjoon has a clear view of your wedding dress from this position and angle. He must have been keeping his eyes on it when his hands grow tighter on your skin and the force of his thrusts increase rapidly as if he is releasing his rage and frustration and he is simply letting them all out through his relentless poundings. Meanwhile, you only savour the delightful feeling in your body as you are hypnotised by the rasping hums coming from the back of his throat and the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your core. You are completely delirious at the heightened pleasure, and your body seems to be moving on its own as it chases the waves of your orgasm with your hips moving and rolling on top of him.
Your hands continue to capture the smoothness of his skin and the heat he is emitting as you run them down his strong shoulders, finding his broad chest where you rest your palms, feeling his rapid heartbeat under your touch. Meanwhile, his fingers feel rough as he guides your hips to move in a steady rhythm that brings all the waves of your pleasure to rise and burn, flowing through your bodies and growing even more intense with each pound of his cock.
Outside, the wind picks up, bringing the sound of the dancing branches from the trees in the garden and the sound of the dry leaves crawling on the ground. With them also comes the soft hum of familiar voices chatting as they come passing through the garden right below your window, and your breath stills with a strangled gasp.
Your nipples harden against Namjoon’s chest as he pulls you in tightly to him. Your naked skin thrums with a keen, inappropriate awareness realising that you are up here, completely bare in the arms of another man, while your husband-to-be is having a night stroll with your brother the night before your wedding day.
Namjoon’s hands dig firmly into your hips and you squirm a little against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your walls. A thrill seeps down your spine when you think of the situation, to imagine how easy it would be to get caught, how close the man you are about to be married with to find you even if he cannot see you right this moment.
“Are you afraid that the King will find out what you are doing, Princess?” Namjoon whispers hoarsely into your ear as you continue to squirm on his lap, making his cock twitch against your pulsing walls. “How would he react, I wonder, if he knows just how bad his little princess truly is? But what if—he finds out, and he insists to watch you being a bad girl?”
At his question, your body voluntarily shudders, though you feel the utmost intrigue of finding out the answer. You are not exactly known as someone who would take big risks in your life. At least, not until the day you met Namjoon. But it almost seems that ever since you have crossed over the line with him and your eyes are opened to see the world around you with a new light, to be able to see and learn more about all the sexual favours and kinks that you have never known before, you soon find that taking risks only makes your body grow hot. And you show this to him by clenching your muscles around him as you move on his cock.
“Hmm—have you ever thought about having an audience before?” Namjoon asks you quietly. There is something dark and mischievous in his low, taunting voice as he asks you the simple, yet sinful question, and it sends your mind wandering off to all kinds of possibilities. Your imagination is now running wild, and instead of feeling disgusted about it, your body heats up with a newfound desire.
The deep chuckle that Namjoon makes you lets you know that he can feel what you are thinking from the way your body seems to be reacting to it. He then reciprocates by igniting those flames further with the tip of his fingers. His teasing touches snaps your body to come alive as he moves his hands, his fingertips floating over the notches of your spine to draw your attention back to him instead of focusing on the man who might be standing right below your windows as his voice seems to remain in one spot.
“I have never,” you answer him, shaking your head, feeling your skin flushed to the thought of showing your indecent act in front of the prim and proper man that you will be walking the aisle for tomorrow in the noon.
A dangerous glint appears in his dark eyes, a pair of pools of wicked intention and sin while he wears a charming loose grin that melts your heart when he offers, “Would you like to do a little dare, then? Let’s find out if performing for him will make your body hotter and see if you will enjoy the thrill.”
“H-how?” you ask him, biting your lips to hold back a smile. “Are we going to play pretend that he comes asking to watch? Do we picture him standing right there in the corner of the room? Or maybe he is sitting at my writing table, leaning back leisurely while I ride your cock right in front of his eyes?”
Namjoon chuckles. “No, Princess. I have a better idea,” he says, sliding his hands down your body to find your hips. What he says next draws a surprised gasp, but also brings more excitement growing inside you when he says, “Why should we pretend when he is right out there, standing down below, completely oblivious about how his future wife is taking another man’s cock inside her?”
With one swift move, he pulls you tighter to his chest before he moves. The act is done so fluently and so quick that you feel like the only thing you have done is blink your eyes and you are suddenly lifted, being carried across the bedroom with him while your body is tangled around him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you soon realise where he is taking you to, and your heartbeat picks up when he takes you to the window, only stopping when your bare ass are pressed against the windowsill.
“All he has to do is look up, crane his neck and focus on your window to witness with his very own eyes how the royal guard is doing all the sinful thing to his wife that he may never be able to,” he says, his eyes are completely filled with sin as he flickers his gaze over to find King Jimin and your brother down there before he pays attention on you once again, all while he keeps your back facing out the window, only allowing you to see his face instead.
One of his hands come up to caress your throat. You capture his thumb as he brushes the tip across your lips, taking it between your mouth, sucking it teasingly before pressing your teeth into the pad of his finger. Namjoon shudders and keeps his eyes on your lips, watching the little act with a sigh. “Do you want that? Do you want to show the King what a filthy, naughty little princess you are?”
Biting your lips, you hold back from moaning just as he begins to rock his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly while you worry about making any noise that may reach down below to alert them.
“Look at the mighty King, unaware that his bride-to-be is having her body tainted. Having no clue just how filthy she is, riding another cock like a wild animal.” You arch your body, letting your head fall back as you look over your shoulder to find them. Sure enough, there they are, standing just a few feet away into the garden from the walls of your bedroom and right below your window on the second floor. You watch them for a moment, both of them completely oblivious to what is happening right above their heads. How you are pressed against the cold glass with your royal guard’s cock inside you, moving in and out of you slowly as he continues to move his hips in short thrusts.
“I wonder if he can hear you,” he whispers close, leaning in to press a kiss at your pulse, before bucking his hips forward to thrust deeper, pushing his cock with more force then slowly picking up his pace. Your eyes flutter shut as Namjoon’s head dips lower and his mouth finds one of your pebbled nipples, taking it back between his teeth, biting into it gently to draw a moan out of your mouth. “What would you want to say to him?”
When you give him nothing but a soft, drawn-out moan to answer him, Namjoon pulls out and briskly turns you around, making you face the windows while nudging your legs apart with his knees. With one hand on your hip to hold you steady, he uses the other hand to guide himself back to your folds, slipping between your hot flesh without entering you. “Tell the King what you are doing.”
You look at Jimin’s eyes, watching him getting too engrossed in the conversation that he is sharing with your brother while only casting his gaze between your brother and the beautiful garden around them, but never going so far up to your windows to find you. You imagine that if he does look up, you wonder what he would see. You imagine his gaze soaring over your curves, over your full breasts that are completely bare and are now pressed against the window glass as Namjoon pushes you forward with each thrust of his cock between your legs.
“I—” you gasp out as his cock glides along your slit. “I am riding Namjoon’s thick cock,” you murmur softly. Your body seems to have a mind of its own when you begin to move, matching his rhythm until he is moving easily against your pulsing cunt. “I have his cock sliding and pressing against me.”
“Tell him how bad you need my cock,” Namjoon groans hoarsely on your ear, his rough hands holding onto your hips, dragging your body back against him.
“I want it so bad—” you whine softly, though you stop when he nips at your shoulder.
“Are you telling me, or him?”
“Jimin—” you gasp out just as Namjoon presses the crown of his cock against your swollen clit. “I want it so bad, Jimin. I want Namjoon’s cock in me.”
With your hands pressed against the window, you arch your hips back as he pulls back, and he guides his cock between your legs, this time aiming the thick crown of his girth to trail along your slit. Moving with a soft rock of your hips, he pushes forward, and your moans melt together as he enters you, burying himself deep in one swift thrust.
“Mm—you feel so good,” you whisper with a breathless moan, while Namjoon only responds with a deep grunt of his own, enjoying the feeling of your sweet cunt swallowing him, snuggling perfectly around him.
“Yes, so fucking tight, Princess. You feel so good around me.”
Your eyes drift down, watching the reflection of your body that you find on the window to see his cock sliding in and out of you, both of you are slippery and swollen and raw as you are moving together with each thrust, and you are completely exposed through it all. If only their gazes would drift all the way up, even the reflection from the moonlight would only give a poorly disguised cover to hide your wicked tryst.
“Tell him what is happening,” he groans deeply, slowly adding the pace of his thrusts once you begin to match his pace.
Relishing the wonderful feeling of his cock plunging deep inside you, coming back with a force each time he goes deep, your voice comes small and airy when you speak. “I have a thick cock pounding inside me.”
“Mm—do you like that?” Namjoon hums against your skin.
“Mhm—yes, Namjoon. I love how you feel inside me.”
Namjoon gives a low grunt and leans down, a kiss comes pressing at your pulse before he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky and thick when he gently commands you, “Tell the King how much you love my cock.”
You open your eyes with a gasp when he pushes with a hard thrust as he says it, while your voice comes out breathy and hoarse. “I love his cock, Your Majesty. I love Namjoon’s cock.”
“I wish he can see how true it is,” Namjoon rasps as he keeps on pounding deep inside you, not missing a beat as he pushes his hips into you, over and over while adding pace and more force into his thrusts. Meanwhile, each sway of his hips sends your own to move forward, and then you find yourself rubbing your swollen clit against the cool glass, sending you raw sparks of bliss that feels absolutely breathtaking and intoxicating at the same time.
The pleasure he ignites within you feels so intense, when your senses capture various things all at once—the different temperature from the cold glass and the heat forming between your bodies, the lewd sounds, the risk of getting caught—and then you can feel it, how close it is from coming, how strong it coils from the depth of your core and how easy it would be for you to fall over the edge of it if only you would let yourself embrace it.
“Namjoon, I want to come—” you beg him, whining with each word. “—so close.”
He chuckles deeply to your ear. “Are you really? So fucking dirty aren’t you, little princess? You’re going to come all over my cock while your future husband and king is out there, just a few feet away?”
You open your eyes to find him, still standing there with your brother to admire the glasshouse with his back now facing your window. Though having his conversation with your brother means that he cannot completely turn away, staying in an angle that would allow him to see everything that is going on around him from the corner of his eyes. Seeing him there only makes your muscles clench, the awareness becomes your trigger, but Namjoon is the one who has the final word.
“Are you not going to ask me nicely for it, Princess?” he asks gruffly, slowing down his thrusts instead of giving you what you need before swinging his hand down on your bare ass with a resounding smack. The sting makes you clench your muscles around him, pushing your climax even closer that you almost feel yourself slipping and losing control.
“Please—” you whisper breathlessly before finding your voice again. “Please, master,” you murmur demurely with a fluttering moan. “Please let me come, master. I’m so—”
His hand swings back down, giving you a lighter smack on one side of your ass and then another on the other side, serving as the distraction that he needs while his large hands come down to your hips. He cups you at the curves of your hips and butt and hoists you up, pressing you harder into the window glass.
With a long, heavy thrust of his hips, he nails you against the window, drawing a sharp airy gasp coming from the depth of your throat as the forceful pound of his cock knocks the air out of your lungs while the cool glass pricks at your hot skin.
The hot and cold between his rapid thrusts and the prickling cool glass intensify the rush of your climax, allowing it to rise intensely higher, and higher, and all it takes is one last push from him for you to allow yourself the pleasure of your release. And when he leans down, your body almost comes still as you wait for his enchantment to slip right out of his lips.
From all the nights that you have spent with him, Namjoon has learned just how much you love it when he calls you names, degrades you, all in a toxic kind of satisfaction that would push you over the edge. That is why right before he grants you the release that you deserve, Namjoon leans in, whispering to your ear just what a filthy whore you are becoming for embracing your pleasure right under your future husband’s nose and what a dirty little princess you are for getting so turned on by the thought of your fiancé catching you in the act and watching you doing it.
“Now cum for me, my little whore. Cum around my cock,” he finally commands you when the tremble in your body intensifies, and you unravel with a cry, your hot cunt clenching tightly around him with a wave of heat flashing and bursting right at your center.
You must be delirious, you silently wonder, as a random thought comes crossing your mind before you even start coming down from your high. But you cannot resist yourself from asking what your body desires the most. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, master—”
His final few thrusts become sloppy as he reaches his finish, but he carries on. “Tell him,” he grunts quietly, his voice is slightly trembling from holding back, though you can see from the reflection you see on the glass how his eyes are blazing wickedly at you. “Tell him that you want me to fill your pussy with my cum.”
Swallowing the last cries of pleasure still bubbling inside your throat, you finally breathe out, “Jimin…I want Namjoon to fill me with his…cum. Ah!”
Namjoon traps you between his hard chest and the cold glass, his fingers gripping tightly onto your hips, his chest feels sticky on your back, pressing hard against you that you can feel the vibration coming from his whole body when he finds his release, soon emptying himself deep between your legs. His growl of pleasure is slightly muffled as he presses his lips on the side of your neck, before the sound becomes soft moans and a long sigh as the very last spurt of his climax.
Once everything is done, your whole body feels completely sated and exhausted that you instantly melt into his arms, growing soft against his chest as he carries you away from the window and back to your bed. The thought of looking over to see if your potential audiences had ever caught you at all completely slips out of your mind when your eyes flutter close, and you breathe in the musky scent coming from his body which always smells marvellous after his release.
You can barely keep your eyes open as Namjoon carries you across the room. Any word you have been planning to say to him simply vanishes when your hum only tumbles into a yawn and you give up, letting your head fall into the dip of Namjoon’s bare shoulder.
The sheets on your bed are cool and soothing when he gently lays you down onto the mattress and your exhaustion wins, pulling you deep into your slumber without any chance for you to say goodnight. You don’t even notice it when Namjoon disappears for a while, or when he returns not a minute later with a bowl of warm water and a small towel. He chuckles as he finds you snuggling into the linens, though he somehow manages to clean you up, rubbing the remnants of his cum and your release clean from between your legs and rubs gently on your sore skin before pulling the covers over you.
Namjoon only stays to watch you sleep for a brief moment, leaving floating kisses on the top of your unkempt hair and your temple before he starts dressing and prepares to leave. His eyes fall on the wedding dress before he steps out of your bedroom. His hands are clenched tightly with the urge to burn it into ashes. The only reprieve that he gets is knowing that you will only be married to the King by name only, that the King will only posses you in title and nothing more, while your body will always be his for however long you would let it happen.
Namjoon knows it better than anyone else that nobody in this world will ever be able to own your heart. Nobody in this world will ever deserve it.
Though you may never know that you have already claimed his heart since the very first moment he laid his eyes on you, and he will give it to you all, even if you will one day break him apart.
Summary- Who knew doing a simple online quiz with your best friend would lead to the best sex of your life?
word count - 6.9k 🥴
pairing- bff!Seokjin x Reader
rating- R
genre- smut, fluff, pwp, bff2bfwb
warnings- as always brattamer!seokjin, brat!reader, spanking, squirting, pussy slapping, face slapping, rough, messy sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, overstimulation, light breathplay, hickeys, masturbation (m), protected sex, aftercare, both reader and seokjin just wanna have fun, seokjin is really bad at jokes, mentions of jungkook throwing a rave for absolutely no reason 🥴
a.n- this is what happens when im procrastinating my series at 3am and seokjin finally lets his chest out lol. also ngl this was born from all the love you guys have shown this couple. im so happy you love them as much as i do! also lol i know the title is terrible don’t sue me. HAHAHA.
A big warm thank you to @eatjeanjin for beta reading 💕 to @hobiandspritefor hyping me up and to @ressjeon for starring as jk’s gf once again
This is my submission for @bangtansorciere writing game to the lighthouse hosted by @inkedtae AU Type: High Seas (uni/college), Theme: Slice of Life, Kinks: spanking, squirting, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum play, masturbation
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
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You giggled as you entered your apartment with Seokjin in tow. He rushed you in as he heard your next door neighbour unlock his door. You hated Mr. Yun, he was always creeping around, trying to find gossip.
“Hurry up!” Seokjin exclaimed, pushing you and inadvertently tripping you inside the door. With the amount of alcohol running through both of your veins, Seokjin followed suit, barely shutting the door before collapsing on top of you. The two of you groaned, promptly bursting out into cackles. His loud squeaky laugh was echoing through your little foyer.
Seokjin rolled off you, helping you up after he stood. As tradition, you made your way to the kitchen. You pulled a pot from the cabinet, pouring in some water from the sink and placing it on the stove. Seokjin, meanwhile, grabbed two packs of spicy ramen, ripping them open for easy access. He poured some water for the two of you as you waited for the water to start boiling.
“That was so fun!” You gushed, jumping onto the kitchen counter that was next to the stove, swinging your legs. “I can’t believe Jungkook managed to book a jumping castle!”
“You know him. When the man says he wants a rave, he gets a rave!” Seokjin laughed, placing the noodles into the water that was now boiling enough.
“I still can’t believe people dressed up for that,” you said, thinking back to the partygoers dressed in various neon and glow in the dark skimpy outfits. You’re pretty sure Jimin had just dyed some briefs into the electric blue he was donning. “I can’t believe Jungkook and Yannie wore matching harnesses!”
“Hey do not kink shame! If Jungkook wants to be taken along on a leash by his girlfriend, that is his prerogative!” Seokjin scolded, stirring the noodles, his serious demeanour making you snort.
“Ooo Seokjinnie! Are you secretly into pet play?” you joked, giggling at the way he scrunched his face at you. He grabbed a pot holder and placed the pot full of steaming ramen on the counter next to where you sat. Your chopsticks were already digging in the moment he settled the pot down.
“You’ll never know,” he replied with a wink, slurping his noodles, prompting you to do the same lest he inhaled the whole serving.
“Oh! You know what?” you asked, almost choking on the extra hot noodles before reaching for your phone. “Joon sent me this test the other day. Let’s do it!”
You excitedly pulled up the link, messaging it to Seokjin who pulled out his phone to skim his screen. His eyes widened and he started choking on the large bite he had just taken, coughing violently. You hopped off the counter to hand him a glass of water. He smiled in gratitude before taking a few swigs, finally calming down.
“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat before speaking. “A BDSM test? You wanna do a BDSM test?”
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “What’s the big deal Seokjinnie, you afraid I’ll find out you’re totally vanilla?”
“Have you met me?” he asked, incredulously. “I’m too hot to be vanilla,” he finished his sentence with a flair, as if it was the most ridiculous concept conceived. You laughed at his antics before getting back to your previous seat and clicking on the website.
“Come on! It’ll be fun!”
Easily convinced as always, Seokjin followed you, opening up the test. The two of you were quiet for the next ten minutes. The only noises heard were of the two of you still eating, and Mr. Yun’s loud coughing through the walls. You laughed as the results pulled up, unsurprised at the analysis.
“Okay, switch,” Seokjin said, easily taking your phone as you took his. “99% brat,” he snorted. “So fucking predictable.”
You blinked a few times looking at his results. 100% brat tamer, 100% rigger, 95% dominant, 84% sadist. You were shocked. You had known Seokjin for over nine years, and over that time you had had many conversations, about life, death, love, sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for his results. You weren’t kidding earlier. With how many romantic comedies Seokjin watched, and how his ideal date was cooking a candlelit dinner, you couldn’t believe that you had to scroll to the bottom of the list to find vanilla - 22%.
“You were supposed to be honest!” you protested, holding up his phone.
“What do you mean? I was honest!” he proclaimed, perplexed.
“Please Seokjin. Brat tamer? Rigger? Sadist?!” you laughed, wiping an invisible tear from your eye. “You literally cried when we watched the video about that bird stealing nests!”
“That bird was so mean!” he whined, remembering the way the bigger bird had broken all the eggs to steal the canary’s nest. “And just because I’m in touch with my emotions, doesn’t mean I can’t be a good dom. In fact, I think that makes me a better dom,” he added proudly, cheeks puffing up with a pleased smile.
“Yeah sure, I believe you,” you snorted in response, rolling your eyes and reaching to grab your phone back. Seokjin pulled it away, narrowing his eyes at you. He couldn’t believe your audacity. For someone with a 95% submissive score, you sure didn’t act like it, but he supposed that's where the brat came in. He couldn’t lie, whenever you got this way he had an innate response to put you in your place. He couldn’t help it, you were always trying to rile him up with your impromptu roasts and ill-timed smacks to his shoulder. Perhaps now was the time to act on his secret fantasies.
“I can always prove it to you,” he threatened. His voice dropped to a lower octave as he moved between your legs, placing both hands on the counter next to you. He chuckled at the way your eyes widened, resembling Bambi caught in headlights. He also noticed the way you slightly leaned in, hands resting on your lap, making yourself a little smaller before you caught yourself, inflating your chest in bravado.
“Did you just lower your voice on purpose?” you asked with a smirk. You were hoping he couldn’t tell how your heart started beating faster at the proximity - how your face was slowly heating up.
“And you liked it, didn’t you, baby?” Seokjin said, maintaining the same deadly tone, as he lifted your chin, looking down his nose at you. You felt like you were running out of breath, your stomach coiling at his intense gaze. When did Seokjin get so hot?
When you didn’t answer, his thumb slowly moved upwards, lightly tracing your lip. He pulled it down, breaking eye contact for a quick second to watch himself pull your bottom lip lower, letting it go slowly so it made a little pop. Seokjin felt himself harden a little at the slightly glazed look in your eyes, smirking smugly.
“I asked you a question,” he said, eyes searching yours. He moved his other hand to your thigh rubbing it up and down over the black leather skirt you were wearing, the barrier making you feel but a ghost of his touch. “Be a good girl, and answer for me, will you?”
You felt your mouth grow dry, thighs clamping shut in reflex to the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his words. “Yes,” you answered, a shiver going through you because of the prideful look on his face. His hand that was on your chin traced down your body, caressing your shoulder and arms, his thumb barely scraping the side of your chest before it met your thigh. He moved both his hands over your legs, squeezing at the flesh slightly as he leaned in closer, his lips inches away from yours.
“Good job, baby,” he whispered, a little whine escaping your throat at the praise. He squeezed your thighs again, a lot firmer than before, and you felt electricity zap through you. And then he was moving away, picking up the empty ramen pot and putting it in the sink as he usually did.
“Oh man did you see Namjoon’s weird ‘tribal’ paint thing? I swear he’s going to get cancelled for that shit, no matter how many times he insists that he did his research,” Seokjin commented casually while sipping his water, as if he hadn’t just ruined your panties with a few gentle touches and some choice words. He was giving you whiplash. You had been best friends with Seokjin for years but you had never wanted to jump his bones. That is, till now.
He giggled at your shocked expression, covering his mouth with his hand while his large shoulders shaking in glee. The oddly cute manner broke you out of your daze, as you scowled at him. He had the audacity to send you a flying kiss.
“That was so fucking rude,” you said, crossing your arms, eyes narrowed at your best friend.
“Don’t doubt me next time then,” he shrugged, before leaning close to you again. “Because next time I might punish you for it,” he added, lightly tapping your cheek with a grin.
“Stop making me horny!” you whined, smacking him on the shoulder. He winced at the action, frowning at you and rubbing the spot dramatically. He mimicked you, making his voice high pitched and nasal. You raised your hand to reprimand him again, but before you could reach him, his hand was around your wrist, stopping all movement.
“Then stop being a fucking brat,” he answered simply. Seokjin couldn’t help egging you on - you were infuriating, and absolutely sexy while being so. You were one of his closest friends. The two of you were so comfortable that he was sure that even if the two of you did fuck your brains out, it wouldn’t ruin anything. You’d probably high-five after and grab some breakfast at the diner as usual. You were such great friends that he was sure even the sex would feel platonic, playful.
“Why don’t you make me?” you asked, with a fake saccharine smile and a bat of your eyelashes.
“Don’t ask for things you can’t handle, Y/N,” he said, tightening his grip around your wrist. You had never seen this side of Seokjin, but you couldn’t complain. You hadn’t gotten laid in a year thanks to being busy with the first year of your PhD. You were tired of studying human sexuality in theory and ready to put it to practice. Sleeping with Seokjin didn’t seem like a big deal. You didn’t understand why books and television made sleeping with your friends such a big deal. You were there for each other through every emotion, from stress to happiness to sadness, why couldn’t horny be part of that list?
“Seems like you’re all talk,” you taunted with an exaggerated pout, cooing at him in an attempt to rile him up. An attempt that was successful as the words had barely left your mouth before he was yanking you from the wrist and draping you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped at the action, a little disoriented with how your head was now upside down as he fireman-carried you to your bedroom.
With a roughness you didn’t think he possessed he dropped you on the bed, relishing the little grunt you made as you bounced on the surface. With hands running up your legs, he pushed them open and climbed on top of you until his nose was brushing yours. You could feel his weight pinning you down and it made you delirious. He chuckled at your flustered state.
“Traffic light system?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The kiss was not any different from the ones he gives you thrice a year - one on your birthday, one on his, and one on Christmas, a present usually preceding each interaction.
“Green for go, yellow for slow and red for stop,” you replied, kissing his cheek the same way he had kissed yours. He smiled at that, stroking your scalp in praise.
“Smart girl,” he whispered before finally placing his lips on yours.
Throughout your friendship, the two of you had competed over everything - who would do better in a test, who would finish a mile race first, who would get a higher rank in League of Legends. And every time Seokjin had beaten you, much to your dismay. So it didn’t surprise you that Seokjin kissed better than you too. He kissed with an ease that made your blood run warm, his plush lips sucking on yours, his tongue coaxing its way next to yours. He easily pulled needy whines from you, a hand cupping your breast as he kneaded it in a way that made you heady.
“You okay to go all the way? You sure?” Seokjin asked when he broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his lower lip resting against yours.
“All the way?” you snorted, your hand travelling to his ass before pinching it, watching him scowl. “What are you? Fifteen?”
“I’ll show you fifteen,” he grunted, lifting himself off you and abruptly pulling you up. You had barely registered sitting up before he had you on his lap, skirt pulled to your waist revealing your round bottom to him. He pulled at the waistband of your red panties, letting the elastic snap back against you in a satisfying ping. You faked a yawn at that, missing the way his jaw tightened at your antics.
Before you knew it, his palm was coming down on your ass, loud and hard. You hadn’t anticipated the force he would put behind the first spank. A sharp pain rushed through your behind, accelerating the endorphins flowing through you. You yelped at the impact, hands closing into fists around your bedsheets.
“Count. Count till you fucking learn your manners,” Seokjin demanded harshly, before landing another loud smack on your other cheek, painting it a matching red.
“Two!” you gritted out, you ass lifting in the air for some relief.
“Colour?” Seokjin asked, noticing the strain in your voice as he soothed the skin.
“Green,” you sighed out, preening at the soft touch.
“That’s my girl,” he commented, gleefully patting your butt. That was before he was landing another spank that took your breath away. He kept the same intensity throughout, making you soak your panties as your eyes watered. By the tenth time, you were panting and he took a little break to get rid of your panties, the obstruction no longer pleasing to his eye now that your ass was as red as the material.
“Five more, baby,” he said much too calmly in contrast to the hard dick pressing into your stomach. You squirmed in his lap, and he adjusted you closer to him, leaving his left forearm on your lower back to keep you still. He landed five more spanks, each one harder than the next, giving you no breaks. It felt as if your ass was on your fire, your heart pounding in your chest.
“F-fifteen,” you sputtered, tears now fully cascading down your face, leaving tracks of mascara and glitter eyeliner in their wake. He bent down, kissing your reddened cheeks, letting his tongue soothe you as you mewled.
Using the back of your shirt, he pulled you up, barely giving you time to catch your bearings before crashing his lips to yours, his tongue meeting yours with a hunger neither of you thought you possessed. You easily straddled him and climbed on his lap with your hands around his neck. You wanted to kiss him forever, chasing his lips when he moved away.
He clicked his tongue while looking down on his right palm that was now a bright red. Settling into his lap, your stomach somersaulted at the look of disappointment on his face. It was cold and unforgiving, and you felt yourself get wetter.
“You couldn’t be respectful. Now look what you did to my hand,” he scolded, showing you his reddened palm. The chill in his voice and the fire in his eyes made you melt, wanting to do anything to earn his praises again.
“Sorry, I’ll be good,” you whispered, holding his hand in both of yours and kissing it. You traced your lips over his fingers, leaving little pecks all over his palm, and he sighed in satisfaction, lightly scratching your scalp.
“Mhmm… about time,” Seokjin teased, warming your heart. You looked up at him with a wide smile, one that he matched. He cupped your face, thumbs wiping the mascara from your face, and he kissed you gently, a stark contrast to the earlier fervour. “Gonna keep being good?” he asked, grinning at how you eagerly nodded.
With that he lowered you on the bed, hovering over you as he rid you of your clothes, slowly peeling them off like you were a present he was eager to unwrap. You traced your hands over his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Fuck, you were beautiful and he couldn’t believe how compatible you were sexually. He supposed it made sense, the two of you were in tune with everything else so why not sex as well?
“So... any hard limits?” he asked, kissing down your jaw to your neck, nipping the skin deliciously. He sounded casual while you were having trouble putting together your scrambling thoughts. You moaned as he repeated his question, pulling your nipple in retaliation.
“Hmmm… I don’t know,” you said breathlessly as he continued kissing down your body, taking his time to turn you on. He was still dressed in the ridiculously large white hoodie he had decided to wear to Jungkook’s impromptu rave. “Watersports, scat, baby shit,” you moaned as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, the pain ebbing deliciously into pleasure. “I hate blindfolds and latex,” you added.
He hummed against your thigh, his tongue moving to lick gently at your clit, the brief touch making you jerk your legs and arch your back. He chuckled at that, sitting up and running his hands up your legs. He used his thumbs to part your folds, enjoying the way they glistened, making his mouth water.
“So overstimulation, edging okay?” he asked while his fingers finally started to rub circles on your clit but were still moving much too slowly. You keened in response, nodding vigorously, and he smirked. You whined when he moved away, lying on his side next to you, hand propping up his head, while the other returned to your pussy. He leaned into you, nipping at your earlobe. “And what if I wanted to choke you? Slap that pretty face red?”
He punctuated the end of his question with two of his fingers diving straight into you, setting a fast pace right from the get go. You could hear the squelching noises of his palm slapping against your clit, adding to the inferno brewing inside you, and you couldn’t help your hands from holding on to his forearm. When he pulled his fingers out to land a hard slap on your clit, you realized you never answered his question. You mewled a “yes please” which earned you the privilege of his fingers yet again.
While you writhed next to him, eyes closed in pleasure, Seokjin pretended to be bored and was even yawning at times to annoy you. However, he was actually losing his mind. Before tonight, he had never really thought of you this way, barring a few pesky dreams, but now he didn’t know why he never did. Lying naked with your makeup ruined, agreeing to let him spank you and choke you, it was like Seokjin’s favourite porno came to life. He could feel you starting to tighten around his fingers, so he moved his free hand to your head, tilting it towards him, and sighing in disappointment when he saw your eyes squeeze shut.
“Look at me,” he commanded, pleased to see your watery eyes on him. He schooled his expression to a stern one. “You do not cum without my permission,” he warned. “Believe me when I say if you disobey me again, Y/N, you will not be able to sit for a week.”
His harsh tone set you on edge. With each stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You were just on the precipice but regardless of your masochistic tendencies, those fifteen spanks had been hard and you didn’t want anymore. You wanted to be good.
“Please slow down,” you said in between pants. “Gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” you whimpered and Seokjin rolled his eyes.
He removed his fingers, earning a needy whine from you as your orgasm faded - a whine that he muffled by shoving his fingers drenched in your arousal right into your mouth. His dick twitched at the way you sucked on his fingers, almost getting uncomfortably hard under his jeans.
Pulling his fingers out, he crashed his lips on yours. His tongue was eager to taste you while his mind was whirring with other ways to torture you. He really wished this wasn’t the only time because there were too many things he wanted to try with you, too many ways he wanted to ruin you. He broke the kiss staring at you hungrily. Wasting no more time, he stood up, tossing his sweater and jeans off.
Your mouth watered from watching Seokjin standing in just his tight boxer briefs. Sitting up, you trailed your hands down his abs - something you were surprised to find he’d been hiding.
Another reason why you were getting whiplash - Seokjin was always modest in the way he dressed. The last time you saw him without his shirt was when you went to the beach over a year ago. It seemed like he’s been working out, and you couldn’t help leaning over and tracing the ridges of his abdomen with your tongue, moving lower to where his light treasure trail led you to the tent in his black boxers.
Judging by his earlier control tendencies, you were surprised he was giving you free reign. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you pulled his boxers down. He raised an eyebrow, winking at you, before placing his hand gently in your hair, coaxing you to look down. If you were surprised by his hidden abs, nothing could’ve prepared you for his dick. It was larger than any you had seen. It seemed that tonight was a night of surprises.
You felt your mouth water at the sight of his erection, precum leaking generously. Without thinking any further, you were opening your mouth, ready to taste him. But the grip in your hair tightened, pulling you back till not even your outstretched tongue could reach him.
“Not so fast,” he said, his other hand stroking himself, just out of your reach. “You get to just watch.”
You whined in disappointment as he stroked himself, moving his large hand from base to tip slowly. He caressed the head, squeezing it. You could hear him moaning, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his dick. Was it weird that you found it beautiful? You could imagine the way it would stretch you and it made you squeeze your thighs together, aching for relief.
“Please, let me taste,” you begged, but Seokjin just chuckled, breathing out a “no”, but not before slapping you in the face with his cock. You closed your eyes at the feeling, relishing it.
Seokjin could feel his balls tightening, getting closer to release as he increased his speed. However, it was the pleased, almost ecstatic smile on your face when he slapped it with his dick yet again that put him over the edge. With a loud moan, he pulled your head back, ordering you to keep your mouth open as he came all over your face. He had initially planned to aim only in your mouth, but the sudden orgasm made him miss, staining your face and your chest. While he was coming down from his high, you swallowed his mess, enjoying the bitter salty taste.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Seokjin groaned, his hand collecting his cum from your face and depositing it in your mouth. You eagerly lapped it up, and he didn’t hesitate kissing you once again. His hand was rubbing the cum that landed on your chest into your skin. You moaned at the desperate movement of his lips, almost begging for him to do more, before he was breaking your kiss and flipping you around on all fours.
As soon as your hips were in the air, his lips were on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves with such vigour that you almost forgot how to breathe. He was like a man on a mission, his fingers fucking into you as his tongue flicked at your clit. You fisted the bedsheets, losing all semblance of reality as pleasure flowed through you, the coil in your stomach tightening at his actions.
“Please let me cum,” you whined. “Please Jinnie, please!”
You were howling at this point, your toes curling and legs shaking in an effort to hold back the orgasm barrelling towards you. You thought he was going to edge you again when his lips left your pussy, but they were only gone for a second as he gave you permission to cum before latching back on. With his expert lips and fast fingers, it took you barely a few seconds before you were cumming, face buried in the sheets, and body spasming under his hold.
He didn’t stop though, keeping the same unrelenting pace. You whined, tears escaping your eyes as you tried to move away from him. With a hard spank on your ass and an arm under your hips he brought you closer, refusing to let you escape.
He could feel you tightening around his fingers, clenching around him rhythmically, and by the way your hips started moving towards him instead of away, he knew you were close yet again.
“Cum,” he demanded, and that’s all it took for you to lose yourself to the pleasure again, and he moaned as a gush of liquid escaped you, staining the sheets and his face. He let you relax this time, kissing your bruised ass, and up your spine, till he was lying on top of you. Nuzzling into you, he held your hand, whispering praises, as you came down from your high.
“You’re mean,” you whined, turning your head towards him, and he kissed you with a little laugh.
“And you’re amazing,” he praised, finally rolling off you and onto the bed on his back. The two of you had matching smiles as your breathing normalized. He traced his fingers down your spine, eyes fixated on your ass that was still red from his earlier spanking. He couldn’t resist pressing his fingers in, watching as the skin lost colour at his touch only to bloom red again as he let go, and you moaned, back arching at the feel.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” you mused, turning onto your side and he pulled you closer, kissing you again as if magnetized. All these years you could’ve been having great sex with your best friend and you missed out all because of some stupid societal rule that fucking your friend would ruin your friendship - hell, you were sure this would nothing but strengthen it.
“Don’t know how you resisted me for so long, to be honest,” Seokjin joked, laughing at the deadpan expression you gave him. “You okay, though?”
“Not really,” you replied, a frown on your face, and Seokjin felt his heart drop with worry swimming his mind. The scores said you were a masochist, but perhaps he should’ve discussed everything before, talked through a scene like he had done with his previous partners. He was so swept up in the moment and the two of you knew each other so well that he didn’t think it through. He could feel the guilt rise through him the more he looked at your dishevelled state. Did he go too far?
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pulling you closer, hugging you against his chest, lust forgotten. You could feel his heart pounding and decided to drop the act.
“I’m not okay cause you haven’t fucked me yet,” you said with a smirk, laughing when you saw his shocked face as he pulled your head away from him to look at you once again.
“Are you fucking insane?” he yelled, eyes wide. “Do not fucking joke about that! I had a heart attack! I thought I hurt you or something! That is so irresponsible! I swear to god, Y/N, if you ever make me this worried again I’m gonna kill you! You have no idea how-”
You decided to end his rant with a press of your lips against his while climbing on top of him. Although he still had the lecture ready to go, he molded his lips with yours, letting his tongue taste you once again, and moaning when you started to grind your wet folds against his dick.
“You’re still hard though, so what does that really say about you?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him as you rested your head on your forearms crossed upon his chest, continuing to languidly roll your hips against him.
“You are such a fucking brat,” he huffed, hands firm on your waist. His breath hitched when you started kissing his neck, licking at the sensitive spot right above his Adam’s apple, your teeth digging in, leaving your mark. You continued your ministrations, licking and biting the skin till you reached his earlobe.
“And what are you gonna do about it, Seokjinnie?”
And that challenge was all it took to get Seokjin back into his headspace. Grunting at your sugary tone, he flipped you over so he was once again in charge. His large hand came to rest on your throat. Although he didn’t put any pressure, your heart kick-started, feeling a rush of fresh arousal going through you because of the menacing look in his eye. He leaned in, licking a stripe up your face, to lightly bite at the apple of your cheek.
“Gonna fuck you stupid, of course,” he said with a grin, lightly tapping your cheek. “Condoms?”
You had barely directed him to your top drawer when he was pulling out a foil package and rolling the rubber on to his dick. He made a show of it, of course, slowly stroking himself as you stared at him. Standing at the foot of the bed, he smiled sweetly, instructing you to open your legs and pin your knees to your chest. He didn’t do anything after, just watched how you dripped for him. If any other partner made you do such a thing, you would've felt self conscious, but with Seokjin you felt safe. The man had seen you at your literal worst, and presenting yourself to him like this felt oddly comfortable.
Getting impatient you huffed, looking for a reaction from him other than his wide eyes watching you while he bit his lip. You snaked a hand between your legs, gathering your arousal, and you started to rub your clit slowly, relishing the way his eyes started to narrow and lips curled into a firm line. You sighed, letting the slow pleasure move through your sensitive bud.
“Since you’re too busy staring, you can-”
The words had barely left your mouth when he was upon you, a hand gripping your hair and the other on your throat, his fingers pressing against your arteries in a way that made you a little hazy. The pressure was light but the intent was there, amplified by the way he glared at you.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” he sneered, his nostrils flaring in anger. “I thought I fucking told you to behave.”
He expected you to apologize, but when you giggled in response, it made him furious. Every instinct in his body wanted to punish you till you were sobbing on his dick. You could see him seething, and you knew that you should probably start behaving but you couldn’t help sticking your tongue out at him.
At his last straw, Seokjin pulled you back by your hair, tilting your head upwards to land a harsh slap on your face, making you whimper at the impact. You could feel tears pricking your eyes, but your attention was diverted by the sudden rush of endorphins making you delirious.
Seokjin stared at you, afraid he might have gone too far in his lust-driven haze. However, instead of calling for a safeword, or even reprimanding him, you laughed. Bubbles of laughter escaping your throat uncontrollably as you grinded on his thigh between your legs.
“More! More Jinnie! More,” you demanded, sounding a little unhinged and Seokjin couldn’t believe how every single time you just kept bringing his fantasies to life. He never thought he could ever get away with the deranged shit his brain taunted him with, but like always you seemed to be on the same page.
Shaking his head, he slapped you once again before he gripped your jaw, kissing you in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he lined himself up to your entrance. You followed his earlier instructions, holding your thighs as you spread yourself wider. You clenched as his tip entered you, his girth already starting to stretch you, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to impale you.
However, he had other plans. He teased you with shallow thrusts that had you mewling his name and begging for his cock. He started slowly, feeling the way your warm walls parted for his cock, as if they were made to take him, gripping him and making him lose his patience.
“Please… Please more,” you begged, eyes shut in pleasure that seemed to be building but going nowhere. “Please Jinnie… need you,” you hiccuped
“Fuck,” Seokjin grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him. “I got you, baby. Don’t worry,” he promised before starting to pick up the pace, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly.
His hands were on your tits, gripping the skin tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you, and you could feel the coil in your core tighten. You had never cum just from penetration before but the way his dick filled you up, hitting every part of you, made you lose yourself in him. You didn’t even know if you were begging for him to let you cum or if you were babbling incoherently. All you knew was that you needed him to give you permission so you could let yourself go, muscles tightened to their limit.
“Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Seokjin gritted out, and you blanked, your mind floating to the heavens as you let go. You couldn’t hear anything other than the blood rushing through your ears, feeling as if you were underwater, pleasure coursing through your body in little tingles from your scalp to your toes. Pleasure that soon turned into pain as Seokjin refused to slow down, railing into you, the volume of your wails only second to the wet thrusts echoing through your room. You really hoped you were not going to get a noise complaint.
Seokjin seemed to be enjoying it, basking in your cries as he moaned at how you milked him, getting tighter with each push of his hips. He knew he was close to exploding, but he wanted to make you cum another time, and so with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and his other hand travelling to your throat to block your air supply. He gave it his all.
“One more, Y/N. Be a good fucking girl for once and cum for me,” he demanded, and in your haze you couldn’t help but follow his command, your orgasm rushing through you faster than the last, making you spasm under his hold, your legs shaking as they stretched out with a jolt, your hands clutching onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. He let go of your throat, and the sudden rush of oxygen only prolonged the orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess.
“Good baby,” Seokjin said breathlessly, his own orgasm following quickly after, and he emptied himself in the condom, trying to quieten the primal part of his brain that demanded his cum inside you instead. He collapsed on to you, kissing up your chest to your face, where he wiped your tears clumsily, too sated and comfortable to want to pull out yet. You hugged him close, and the two of you laid there for a moment, trying to wrap your heads around the best orgasms the two of you had ever had.
With a groan and a pat to your head, Seokjin finally rolled off you, grunting like an old man as he stood to throw the condom away. You applauded him for his energy. Or more likely, you wanted to applaud him for his energy but in your boneless state just ended up lifting your hands a few inches above the bed and landing them back. Seokjin laughed at your attempt, lying back next to you to cuddle with you. He pulled you to his chest, letting you cling to him like a koala.
“Fuck dude, you’re wild,” you commented, earning a cackle from your best friend.
“I can’t believe you let me slap you,” Seokjin teased, his hand caressing your reddened cheek to soothe it.
“I can’t believe how good it felt!” you gushed, the two of you giggling. You had never felt so satisfied in your life. What a great way to break your dry spell! “What do you like for aftercare?” you asked, leaning up to kiss his nose as he slowly scratched your scalp.
“No one’s ever asked me that,” he said, his heart warming. He wondered why he hadn’t thought about that before. He supposed it was because he never felt comfortable enough with someone to go to this extent or to even warrant aftercare of his own. He squeezed you tighter around him in silent gratitude. “Hm… I don’t know… this is probably the most hardcore I’ve been if I’m being honest.”
“Me too,” you replied before standing up. Your limbs were still sore but strong enough to carry your weight now. He whined as you left, not wanting to let go of you, crossing his arms with a pout as you grabbed his sweater from the floor.
You left your room to clean yourself up and to grab a couple of water bottles and a handful of Hershey’s kisses. When you returned Seokjin was in his boxers, putting on new sheets on your bed.
“Here,” you said, handing him the bottle, before sitting back on your bed, wincing at the pain. Seokjin frowned, leaving quickly to grab the first aid kit from your bathroom. He urged for you to lie on your stomach while he gently applied the gel to your ass. Now that the adrenaline from earlier had dissipated, he felt bad for how hard he went.
You noticed how his hand slowed down, and turning to see the frown on his face and spaced out expression, only confirmed your speculation. “Eat this, you’re dropping,” you said, handing him the chocolates.
“I’m not dropping, I feel bad,” he argued, but followed your instructions anyway and decided not to remark on how good the sugary treat felt.
“Don’t feel bad, we’re both freaks,” you said as you sat up, sitting on your knees to ensure your medicated butt didn’t land on the sheets. Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh at your comment, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.
“So you had fun right?” Seokjin asked, still needing reassurance.
“The most fun,” you said enthusiastically. “Next time, let’s try the flogger I have!”
Seokjin blinked at you, telling himself it was too soon to go for round two, before engulfing you in a hug. “You really are amazing, you know that,” he gushed.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the all too serious expression on his face. “Best friends with benefits, you weirdo. Seokjin, what the fuck are big fat weeb boobs?”
“You know, like anime titties. You kinda have them,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t just make up the acronym on the spot. You smacked his shoulder in mirth, lying against the fresh sheets and pulling him down with you to cuddle against him. He moved lower, nuzzling his face between your ‘kinda anime titties’ before sighing contently. That was until a thought came to his head.
“Oh shit this means I can just fuck you instead of listening to you complain about your thesis supervisor again,” he exclaimed, earning himself another smack on the head.
“Shut up! You love my complaints,” you answered with your eyes closed, already halfway asleep.
“I sure as hell don’t! No one wants to listen to how Dr. Bang asked you to revise your citations for the seven hundredth time,” he said while grinning and getting ready for another argument. Instead of all that, you just patted his head and ran your fingers through his hair in a way that made him sleepy and content.
“Sleep. It’s like 3am,” you muttered, and Seokjin rose to kiss your sternum before placing his head back on your chest and leaving for dreamland.
Who knew all he had to do to get the best sex of his life was do a stupid online test?
genre: smut || pwp
pairing: namjoon x reader
word Count: 6.3k
rating: 18+
warnings: language, light dom!namjoon, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering, thigh riding, infidelity, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, masturbation, multiple orgasms
summary: Forbidden fruits always taste the sweetest…
credits: thank you so much @lavienjin for betaing this for me!
*PLEASE TAKE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY HALF EDITED. I WILL BE EDITING THE REST TOMORROW. I AM UPLOADING THIS SO THAT I CAN MAKE THE DEADLINE*
❂ Fall for Romance
⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere
Fall Romance - Sept Quidditch Games
Au Type/Trope - Strangers to Lovers
Theme - Age Gap & Forbidden Romance
Kinks - Spanking | Hair Pulling | Choking | Fingering | Thigh Riding | Masturbation | Overstimulation | Size Kink | Multiple Orgasms
The air was thick, making it hard to breathe and fill your lungs with the oxygen they desperately sought. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire, sweat breaking out over every surface trying to douse the flames licking at your flesh. A heat could be traced to the space between your legs which were spread for the viewing pleasure of the man before you.
Your half-lidded eyes could barely hold his stern gaze for longer than a few seconds. It would be hard to continue with your lewd display if you did. The thought alone that you had his complete attention makes you shiver, your fingers stuttering momentarily against your clit. Small sparks shooting from the small bundle, fanning the flames scorching your helpless form.
Perched on your professor’s office desk, spread wide open for him to see your most intimate parts as you touched yourself wasn’t like you. It certainly wasn’t the kind of thing you were into… that is until you met him; Kim Namjoon, your physics professor.
The expression ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was one you had always found cliche, but when you laid eyes on him in the lecture hall that first day, he appeared to be the embodiment of the words. His gaze, dark and alluring, entrapped you with a simple glance. When he introduced himself, the baritone of his voice struck a chord in the deepest recesses of your mind awakening something primal within you. He was meticulous in everything he did, including the way he could make you fall apart.
“You’re making a mess.”
His deep voice interrupted your thoughts as his fierce almond-shaped eyes inspected your face. His words mortified you, your knees knocking against each other as you pressed your legs together in humiliation. Scrutinized under his gaze, you cried out in shame, feeling like a scolded child.
What were you thinking, how did you let it get this far? When had you lost hold of your senses and rationale? This was never meant to happen. It started out with you asking him innocently about an assignment, but it somehow ended up with you crushed against a bookshelf with his fingers deep inside your pussy. Once the heat of the moment had passed, you both swore to not speak of it and how it would never happen again.
What liars.
Strong hands massaged your knees before pulling them apart while simultaneously drawing a gasp from your lips and ensnaring your attention once more.. His hands slid down the insides of your smooth thighs, that tremble beneath his feather-light touches.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Your teeth chewed the corner of your lip nervously, eyes glued to one of the hands resting on your thigh. You concentrated on the warmth that permeated from him, trying to formulate a response . You came up empty-handed, feeling like an idiot before him, a man who always knew what to say.
“Did I unsettle you with my remark?” His thick lips curve into a knowing smile, as he removed his large hands from you. “There’s nothing wrong with a little mess...” He assured you, the smile growing on his lips. His fingers swiped at something on the desk before bringing them up to your face to reveal your slickness. “...it can always be cleaned up.” He continued his earlier thought, placing his digits on your lips.
Meeting his unwavering gaze, you knew what he was asking. No, demanding of you. Without sparing another thought, your lips part to welcome him. You carefully licked his fingers clean, tasting yourself for the first time in your life. It was something that had previously not appealed to you, but when the musky tang assaulted your taste buds you couldn’t withhold the moan it drew out.
In the handful of encounters you shared, he’s taught you how to enjoy so many intimate acts you had previously scorned. Acts that always made you blush or scrunch your face in disgust. But not with him. Everything he said or did turned you on beyond belief. With one look he could have you on your knees as if he were a god and you, his faithful worshipper.
“Good girl.” His praise sent butterflies fluttering in your chest. “Now please continue.”
Subtly nodding, your fingers returned to their previous position, pressing down on your clit. A small jolt shoots through you as you began rubbing your bud in large circles. A sigh escaping around his fingers still between your lips.
You glanced at him, taking in the way his eyes were drawn to the apex of your thighs; hypnotized by the rotating motions of your own smaller fingers. Feeling just a tad brave, you pressed your tongue against his fingers, instantly drawing his attention back up.
“Mouth feeling needy as well?”
Instead of answering, you tilt your head back, withdrawing his fingers before pushing back down and drawing them back in. A newfound bravery flowing through you, stimulated by your growing arousal clouding your senses as your fingers continued to stimulate your flushed pink pearl.
His lips twitched into a smile, but he bit his bottom lip to stop himself, drawing your eyes to the action. You felt him retract his fingers, making you whine and bite down gently to keep the digits from leaving.
“So adorable… so pretty… so shameless for me,” he chuckled, admiring your near-nude form.
He placed his other hand at the curve of your hip immediately, warming the places it touched as it leisurely traveled its way to your breast. The moment his palm molded to the soft mound on your chest, your back arched, seeking to be closer to his touch. Humming, he gave it a gentle squeeze and you nibble on the tips of his fingers still in your mouth in return. A sharp sting shot through your torso as he pinched a pebbled nipple.
Your lips released him, face pinched in pain and pleasure. His saliva-slicked fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. You whimpered as you gazed with pleading eyes. Namjoon leaned closer and you felt your pussy clenching as you caught his familiar cologne
“A dirty little mouth with such pretty, soft lips. Perfect.” Teasingly, he lightly ran his lips against yours, pulling away each time you tried to close the distance. “Perfect for wrapping around my cock.”
Your eyes pinched shut, a needy whine escaping your throat, fingers rubbing tight circles on your hooded bud. Your breaths became harder to control as you can feel the tightness in the pit of your belly. His words only accelerated your incoming orgasm. You began grinding harder against your hand as your eyes snapped open to look at the embodiment of sex that stood before you.
As you’re reaching your peak, he slapped your hand away from your core. Wide eyes desperately search his for an answer, your body trembled in the wake of your orgasm being taken from you. Confusion marred your features, skin buzzing with pent-up frustration as his face gave away nothing but self-satisfaction. You felt so desperate at that moment you could feel tears begin to fill your tear line.
Taking notice, his smirk melted into a soft smile. His hand gently released your chin, and he leaned back into his seat, resting his arms on the rests. And the way he scanned you from head to toe made you shy once again as the haze of lust slowly began to clear. Placing your sheepish gaze on the desk, you quietly slid the sleeve of your shirt that had slipped off, back over your shoulder.
“Come here, little one.”
You glanced at him with apprehensive eyes. He smiled at you warmly, one hand patting his thigh. He waited patiently as you swallowed the jitters. You take your time sliding off the desk and approaching his lap. Turning to take a seat, his hand on your hips stopped you.
“Uh uh.” He negated your action, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as well. He turned you back to face him and slid his thigh between your legs. “Take a seat,” he whispered, gentle hands guiding you down onto your new perch.
You shivered as the cool material of his slacks grazed against your heated core. There was uncertainty sown into your body, feeling dirty as your juices soaked into the material of his pants. Trying not to ruin them, you lifted yourself slightly on trembling legs but the action was short-lived as he pulled you back down harshly.
“Where are you going?” He inquired, nose running along the shell of your ear.
“Nowhere.” You murmured, a shiver running up your spine.
“Good girl.” he hummed the praise, placing a kiss behind your ear. “Now move,” he commanded, hands guiding your hips to grind against the muscle you were seated on. “Use me to get yourself off, little one. I want to feel you soak me with your sweet ambrosia.”
His words made you clench and you pushed down against him involuntarily. You moaned quietly, brows pinching in pleasure. Your core was the steel and his strong thigh the flint that grind together to spark a fire deep inside of you once more. A euphoric haze clouded your mind, giving you the feeling of weightlessness.
Your eyes watched him from beneath your lashes, lids too heavy with pleasure to fully lift. You saw the hunger in him as he clenched his jaw, eyes almost dilated black. The grip on your hips tightened, pushing you harder down against him. Biting your lip, you tried to keep from moaning loudly with each delicious stroke against your clit. The rough material of his pants drenched in your juices created such pleasurable friction, stroking the roaring fire in your belly.
Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and you knew he could tell by the filthy things he leaned in to whisper in your ear. You clung to each lewd word, core clenching when he would accentuate what he said by tugging your earlobe between his lips.
“I can’t wait to be inside your tight cunt, little one.”
You moaned loudly at those words, memories of your previous trysts heavy on your mind; Remembering how well he stretched your walls, stroking the deepest recesses of your womb. Your hips move faster desperately chasing your end while ignoring the burning exhaustion in your thighs.
“That’s it.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips tightly and pressing his thigh harder against your womanhood. “Come for me, little one.”
Blinding white light filled your vision, back arching painfully as your orgasm completely took over. You felt momentarily suspended in time as your body thrashed in his hold. When you came back to your senses, his hands were helping you rut against him, riding out your orgasm. Placing a dainty hand against his shoulder, you pushed, another hand wrapping around one of his wrists as you tried to lift away.
“Uh uh.” He tightened his grip on you and pulled you down hard. “We’re not finished playing.”
You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hunching over, your hands gripped at his forearms, nails digging in his skin through the fabric. Each time you tried to remove yourself, he pulled your hips down harder.
“Please! I can’t! Please, no more!” You plead hopelessly. Your body couldn’t take much more, your poor, battered clit too sensitive. But he continued, steadfast in his control of your arousal.
“You can take it.” He placed a kiss on your sweat-drenched forehead. “I know you can… you’re a resilient little one.”
You whimpered, shaking your head in denial. Your thighs were shaking hard, painful pleasure shooting from your hooded bud. There was no way you could continue like this, you wanted to cry. Then as if to mock you, the pain began to ebb away and pleasure once more took over. You blinked in disbelief, chest heaving for air.
It was that moment that a freezing dose of reality washed over you both as the sounds of knocking echo through the now deafeningly silent room. Both freezing in place, your large terrified eyes stared at his composed face; the very slight tremble in his eyes betraying his mask of calm.
You jumped upon hearing another knock. Panic sets in as you shot away from him, your mind abuzz with how fucked you were. Your trembling hands clutched your shirt close around you, breathing becoming harder when you start to hyperventilate.
Feeling his hands settle on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. “Relax. Breathe.”
Your eyes widen incredulously. “Relax? H-how when we’ve been caught!?” You whispered back harshly.
“We haven’t been caught yet. But we will be if you don’t get a hold of your emotions.” He stated sternly, his face the picture of calm and collected. “Now, I need you to crawl beneath the desk. Can you do that?”
Trying to gain control of your breaths, you nod, putting your full trust in him.
Returning your nod, he stepped away from you to give you room to squeeze under the desk. Once hidden, you tried to calm your erratic heart; taking deep breaths to help restore calm to your mind.
“Hello? Professor Kim? Are you in?”
Your heart all but stuttered to a stop as you recognized the voice. Oh fuck. You heard Namjoon walk over and let them in.
“I’m sorry to bother you.”
“It’s not a bother, young man.” You heard the professor reply, voice growing closer and signaling he was returning to his seat. A few seconds your suspicions are confirmed, as you hear the wheels of his desk chair behind you. Your ears pick up a second pair of steps before the desk, belonging to the male who’d almost caught the forbidden affair.
Hiding beneath the large desk on all fours, you appreciated how spacious the space beneath was, feeling grateful for not feeling claustrophobic. You covered your mouth, hoping to conceal your ragged breaths as your eyes could just make out the tips of visitor’s shoes from beneath the thin sliver the front panel of the desk allowed.
You lean away, praying he can’t see your fingers, shuffling them back to keep them from sight.
Feeling you bump into his knees, the older man’s eyes narrowed briefly, completely unnoticed by the younger who stood before him. Leaning back in his seat, his hand falls to rest on his thigh before clearing his throat.
“How may I help you...?” He trails off, hoping the young male supplies the missing information.
“Oh! Jimin. Park Jimin, sir.”
“Professor Kim Namjoon. But you seem to already know that.” Jimin nods confirming his conclusion and Namjoon repeats the question from before now that introductions were out of the way.
The younger man scratches the back of his neck as he shuffles from one foot to the other. Biting his lip he seems to think better of having come before sighing as comes to a decision. Eyes turn back to the professor, lips parting as Jimin asks him if he’d seen you.
“Yes, I have.”
The professor replies, eyes looking at the young male inquisitively. Trying to gauge where his mind was at, he could perceive by his body language how uncomfortable he was.
Perking up, the corners of Jimin's lips pulled up slightly, brown eyes lighting up.
“Do you know where she is? I haven’t been able to get a hold of her, so I’m a bit worried.”
“Why would I know where she is?” He tossed back, eyes imperceptibly glancing down to take in the sight of you on full display beneath the desk. He notices you shuffling, trying to find a comfortable position and he spreads his legs, allowing you more space before returning his gaze to the male before him.
“I…” Jimin trails off, unsure of why he felt so intimidated by the man before him. He didn’t know how you were able to sit in his class much less visit his office for help. Chewing the inside of his lip, he mentally chides himself for being so unnerved. Deciding to man up, he voices his thoughts. “I just assumed you might know where she went since this is the last place she said she’d be.”
One of Professor Kim’s hands moves to massage one of your soft globes, giving it a gentle squeeze; a long digit glides between your lips before sinking into your warmth. He feels you squeeze around him, juices leaking when he pulls out before pushing back in slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.
“I’m assuming she’s your girlfriend? Is that why you’re inquiring about her whereabouts?”
The brunette nods back in reply, soft lips parting to explain further. Namjoon can only give him half of his attention, the other half attending to inserting a second digit within your hot walls. His face never betrays the tightness of his imprisoned cock, chained tightly in place by his dark slacks. Pumping his fingers a few times before retracting them from your core. Sneaking one more glance, he watches your entrance clench around nothing, craving more of his touch.
He almost feels pity for the poor soul standing before him. Here he was inquiring after you, unaware of how close you were, enjoying the touch of another. The thought makes a swell of selfish pride bloom in his chest, and it takes a lot to keep it from displaying on his face.
Wiping his wet digits against your skin, he rests an elbow on the arm of his seat. He runs his fingers on the skin beneath his nose, simulating being in thought; all the while inhaling the scent of your sweet warmth. His darkened gaze meets the expectant one of your boyfriend, and he takes a moment to swallow the flood of saliva that had overrun his mouth.
“Mr. Park was it?” He waits for Jimin’s confirmation before continuing. “Mr. Park, I am here to teach youth like yourself, not babysit. If you’ve misplaced your girlfriend, then I suggest you look elsewhere. I have unfinished business to attend to if you don’t mind.” Strong gaze not leaving room for any more conversation.
The younger man’s gaze lands on the ground before him, feeling like a child who’d been scolded by his parents. A part of him felt frustrated, hating how little Namjoon made him feel. Clenching his jaw—thinking better of causing you any trouble with your professor—he slowly nods, a quiet apology leaving his lips before swiftly making his way out of the room.
Standing from his seat, Namjoon calmly makes his way to lock the door, leaving no room for another interruption. Stuffing one of his hands in his pocket, he contemplates the severity of the situation. The carelessness he’d shown moments before Jimin's intrusion. This was a dangerous game, one he knew better than to have become entangled in. But now that he’d tested the waters he couldn’t help but give in to lustful sin of the flesh and his greed to claim you.
The sound of something banging against wood breaks him out of his reverie. Remembering you were still in the room, he returns to his desk. A battle raging within him, clarity beginning to settle with every step he came closer to you. This had to end. He would not sacrifice his life’s work for some young pussy.
He had every intention of voicing his decision until his eyes landed on you. Your small form sitting on your knees, one of your hands clenching your shirt closed at your sternum as the other clutched your skirt and undergarments. Your large eyes make contact with his sharp gaze, holding it as you search for reassurance of your boyfriend’s exit.
“He’s gone.”
He sees you visibly relax as you release a deep sigh. Standing on shaky legs, apologies nervously tumble from your trembling lips. And he can’t help the way his jaw clenches and his gaze darkens as the younger man’s name escapes your mouth. Shooting out a hand he clutches your wrist, stopping you from attempting to fix your appearance. He can see the question in your sweet gaze, and it makes his balls ache; only fueling the conclusion that he was a depraved man.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I, um should get going, no...? I mean, he’s looking for me.”
“So?”
You seem to become speechless, unable to form a proper response, so he continues.
“You didn’t seem to care when I was knuckle deep, stroking your walls with my fingers.”
“That’s not fair! I couldn’t exactly tell you to stop in front of him.” An indignant look on your pretty face, small hands clenched at your sides. The sudden image of those same small hands wrapped around his thick member raises his heart rate and pumps more blood in the straining bulge in his pants.
Shaking free of the fantasy, he counters adamantly, “You can lie all you want but that sweet cunt of yours can’t lie to me. It squeezed my fingers so tight, greedily begging for more attention; dripping with every curve of my finger. Did you enjoy that I was touching you, knowing he was here?”
“Don’t.”
His eyes follow the way you swallow hard.
“Did little miss innocent, wish it were my cock instead? Taking you in front of him?”
His ever-watchful gaze catches your thighs clenching, face flushing in shame and lust, contradicting your whisper of “Please don’t.”
“I did.” His confession cuts through the charged air.
Dark almond-eyes meet your bewildered gaze, unwavering in his declaration.
“I wanted to fuck you in front of him. Show him the face you make when a real man satisfies your needs. I desired nothing more than for him to see the way you beg for my cock... how that innocent mouth of yours swallows my seed—never spilling a drop.”
He takes a tentative step toward you, observing if you’d take off or not. A useless thing to do, because he knew you wouldn’t. He could tell the moment your grip loosened and dropped your clothing. Your shirt barely covers your torso as it lay open over the valley of your breasts.
“A boy like him could never fill you the way a man like me could.” He steps in closer, now invading your personal space. Circling you, he brushes your hair off your shoulder and places a light kiss on the smooth skin. Stopping behind you, he buries his nose in your hair getting lost in the scent of your honey shampoo. His arms wrap around your waist, leading you back against him. “I will carve my name into your walls with my cock so that everyone knows I’m the only man able to bring you this much pleasure. Is that what you want?” Slowly, and deliberately with each word he grinds his clothed member against your ass.
You release a single sinful moan, and it's enough for the chain on his self-control to finally snap; gripping your hair tightly, he roughly bends you over his desk. His ears pick up your shocked gasp, but his mind is too far gone to care.
Large hands fondle at the soft globes of your backside, waiting as your breath evens out moments before a loud smack of hand on flesh vibrates through the air. His eyes drink in the way the meat of your cheek jiggles as he repeats the action once more, adoring every whimper that slips from you. Lifting and dropping the weight of his palm on the other cheek, he bites back a growl when finally instead of a cry, a moan rips out of you.
Spanking your reddened cheek once more, he uses his other hand to unbutton his slacks and finally loosen the zippered prison suffocating his manhood. Untucking his shirt, he pushes his pants down around the top of his thighs, palming himself through the underwear still adorning his hips. Damn, even something this simple was driving his senses crazy, the wet spot growing in size when he grips his member.
From his peripheral, he catches you turning your head to look back at him. Your eyes immediately focus on the hand trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure that had built up. The way you eat him up with just your gaze, makes his ego swell and his thumbs hook into his briefs; sliding them down to join his trousers, cock springing to smack against his clothed abdomen.
His eyes zero in on your teeth tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, before moving his attention to your weeping core, your juices leaking and landing on the wooden floor of his office. Shifting his gaze back to your perspired face, he wraps one large hand around himself and watches the way you abuse your bottom lip further.
“Hungry for cock, little girl?” He strokes himself, giving himself relief, as the whine that leaves your pouty lips strokes his pride. Once more he strokes himself, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you can see the head of his cock weeping to be inside of you.
The look in your glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks tells him all he needs to know but he wants more. He needs to hear you say it, needs to hear you beg for him to take you. No matter how enticing you look, standing on the tips of your toes and swaying your core for him, he will withhold until he hears you beg.
Taking a step to close the space between you, he uses his hold on his member to smack your ass. You arch at the heavy weight of his manhood landing on the soft flesh of your cheek and he glides his free hand down your back, pushing your shirt up your back to reveal more of the soft skin beneath. Bending over you, he lands a few open mouth kisses onto the newly revealed flesh. Tongue lapping sensually, before he sucks the skin into his mouth harshly.
You mewl pushing back against him, pulling a groan from him as you push against his cock, cushioning it between your cheeks. Standing tall once more, he places his hands on either side of your soft ass cheeks. Pushing them together, his hips push forward delighting in the satisfying friction you provided.
He could feel you try to angle higher, desperately seeking to feel him elsewhere but he would not relent. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, slotting himself between your lips, teasingly prodding your hooded bud with the head of his erection. A cry of frustration meets his ears, choosing to ignore it he wiggles his hips against you, rubbing against your heated, moist core.
“Please...” a watery plea fills the heated air between you.
Heart skipping a beat, he takes a moment to moisten his lips, hands sliding to caress your hips. “Please what?” His fingers rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, trying to coax the words out of you. “You need to tell me what you want so that I can give it to you.” His voice takes on a comforting tone.
“Please… I need you inside me,” you whisper, hands curling into fists at either side of your head.
“I can’t hear you, little girl.” Namjoon pulls back slightly to circle your hole with his shaft. “Only those who speak up get what they desire.”
Silence reigns in the large office, as he waits patiently for your answer. He removes himself from you slowly, deciding to change tactics. If he couldn’t persuade you with his touch then he would deny you it completely.
And it was then you pushed yourself up, turning desperate eyes to search for him. One dainty hand shooting out to grip at the sleeve of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Please! Please don’t!” you frantically beg. “I need you inside me! Professor Kim please fuck me!”
When he blinked, you were bent over the desk, one hand wrapped tightly in your silken strands and cock buried deep inside of you. A wanton moan clawing its way out of your throat, your walls squeezing him so hard as if they were trying to milk him right then and there. Taking a few calming breaths, he clenches his eyes shut trying to regain control over his baser instincts.
Fuck, you felt amazing around him. He’d had you many times and yet he couldn’t get enough, he was like a starved wolf, you his prey. He knew he would never tire of getting lost within you. And that should’ve been enough to worry him, to get him to stop this illicit affair; this forbidden relationship between teacher and student. But he was not the strong man he thought himself to be. A few heated looks from your large doe eyes, and a couple of lewd words out of that innocent mouth of yours and he’s lost in the pure, unadulterated desire to conquer your pussy.
“There’s something about a virtuos little mouth saying such filthy things that makes me want to fuck you raw.” He grinds his hips, burrowing himself deeper within you. “Let me remind you who this cunt belongs to.” He growls, pulling back before snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside again, pushing a cry out of you.
Licking his lips he moans quietly, setting a hard pace. Plunging into you roughly, one hand gripping your hip as the other tugs on your hair. The lewd sounds of your sexes meeting and your arousal gushing out with each plunge spurring his need on.
As if those weren’t enough, you were babbling in between moans, words almost incoherent stroking his ego and turning him on even more. The sounds you make are almost angelic to his ears, each moan growing in volume with every thrust.
“Professor please, please, please” You plead uselessly as he pounds into your warmth. Your hands searching blindly for a place to find purchase before uselessly clenching by your head.
“Please what, little one? What do you want?”
Your next words take him completely by surprise, and he knows once you’ve left you’ll feel mortified for having uttered them.
“Please! Stuff me full of your cum!”
It takes every inch of self control he has to not empty himself right then and there. Although successful he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling out of you, he pulls you to stand by your hair and turns you around. Hand wrapping around your neck he draws you close to place the lightest kiss on your lips. Hooking an arm around your waist, he effortlessly lifts your small form to sit at the edge of his desk.
Leaning in, he presses his forehead against yours, centimeters separating your lips. Laying a hand on your pubic bone, he lazily flicks your clit with his thumb. Placing a kiss on your lips, the hand around your throat gently tightens, squeezing a soft moan out of you.
A small grin curls Namjoon’s lips as he rubs them against yours. “You want me to stuff this little cunt?”
The way you dreamily nod your affirmation, large eyes glazed over in arousal, has him press harder down on your bud. Your lips part in a silent cry as the grasp on your throat impedes anything more.
He aligns himself at your entrance, but doesn’t push in. Instead he rubs tight circles against your bundle of nerves harder, gaze shifting to the pool of arousal on his desk. Swallowing the influx of saliva, he returns his gaze to you.
“Are you sure, little one?”
“Yes, please.“ Your eyes meet as you give him verbal confirmation.
Not another word is exchanged, as he embeds himself to the hilt within your welcoming walls. He picks his rough pace up once more, spearing into your womb with desperation. All the while, his face maintained it’s cool facade.
Relieving your clit of his rough touch, he lifts his hand and shoves it into your hair. Wrapping your strands tightly around his fingers, and pressing the digits of his opposing hand down on your pulse he crashes your mouth on his. Tongue shoving its way into your mouth to play and press against your own, teeth clicking as they crashed against one another.
He growls into the sloppy kiss as he feels your walls begin to stutter around him. Breaking the kiss, he releases his grasp on your hair and guides you onto your back with the grasp he has on your throat. His other hand returns to its previous location on your pelvis, immediately setting about abusing your bundle of nerves.
His dark eyes feast on your small form, spread open for him, taking in how your cunt sheathes him over and over. Your back arching off the wooden surface as your shoulders are pinned down by his hold on you. He can feel himself drawing closer with each shallow gasp, and cry that escapes you. His balls tightening as he spears into you faster, he pressed his thumb furiously against your clit wanting you to cream around his hard cock, your walls milking him for what you desired most.
“Cum for me, little one. Drench me in your sweet nectar,” he growls, perspiration dropping from his chin and landing on your abdomen. Thumb swiping roughly over your clit, pushing you over the edge as you tighten around him. “That’s right, let go. Milk me dry, you greedy little girl.”
His hand releases your throat as your walls expand around him hands gripping your hips so tight he would later worry if he’d left marks, as he thrusts twice before sheathing himself fully into your hot cunt, and all sound ceases to exist the moment he reaches his peak; cock twitching as he spills his seed deep within you, a guttural groan leaving his lips. Aftershocks shoot up his spine like a tree branching out pleasure to every corner of his body.
He flinches, feeling the lightest touch of your fingers trace of his sweat-covered cheek. His senses slowly return to him, as his eyes flutter open to take in your angelic form. Face dewy with perspiration, large eyes roaming over his face and a gentle smile on your soft lips.
The final sense to return is sound when he hears you whisper his name warmly. It makes his heart skip a beat, as he places his palms on either side of your waist, leaning his weight forward to catch his breath. His eyes roam over you, checking to make sure you’re alright. He sees the beginning of bruises around your hips and brushes his fingers soothingly over them. His eyes slide up to your neck, and he thanks his lucky stars there were none around your neck.
Done with his assessment, he begins to shuffle back, a shiver runs up his back as his softened member slips out of your warm entrance. He pulls his briefs and slacks up, quickly tucking his shirt in before zipping and buttoning himself into his previously composed state.
Brushing a hand through his hair, he leans down and picks up your discarded clothing. He gently helps you redress as you sit up on the edge of the desk. Placing soft kisses along your neck and forehead, quiet praises spilling from his lips as he tries to ensure you’re alright. He had not meant for things to go as far as they had, but the sight of your boyfriend had hit a nerve. He’d known about your relationship, long before your first encounter but it was easy to forget about someone he’d never spoken a single word to before, nevermind never interacted with.
“Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, seeking reassurance from you. His eyes could only take so much into account.
“I’m fine. I promise.” Your words dispelling his worries, as you cup his cheek comfortingly.
He nods, turning to place a kiss in your warm palm before pulling away; allowing you room to slip off the wooden surface. He watches you straighten your clothing, and run your fingers through your tangled strands, trying to make yourself look presentable.
He hears you clear your throat, as you walk over to pick your bag up. You turn to look at him, and he can read your suddenly awkward body language, something he’s grown used to after each of your visits. Biting your lip, you clear your throat again. “I’ll be going now. I’ve got to catch up with…”
His jaw clenched at the reminder of your boyfriend, and he wonders if his face reveals his annoyance as you trail off mid sentence. Lifting his chin proudly, a scowl in his dark eyes as he looks down at you shifting uncomfortably.
“You're still stuffed full of my cum, correct?”
You nod, fingers fiddled with the edge of your skirt as you stared at the ground.
“Good. I want you to keep it all inside of you while you’re with him.”
Your wide eyes shoot up to his own in incredulity. He sees your lips part and cuts you off before you can say a single word.
“I’ll be seeing you, for your next tutoring session.” He turns, walking behind his desk and reorganizing the mess on the it’s wooden surface. “You may leave now.” He looks up at your bewildered form, while he stacks a few of the books that had fallen on the ground.
His eyes follow your every move as you nod slowly, and carefully make your way to the entrance of his office. Unlocking the door, you swing it open and turn back to glance at him.
A/N: written as fulfillment for the july house games at @bangtansorciere
❂ To The Lighthouse
⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere
AU Type: Trident’s Tides (soulmates)
Themes: God/Goddess (goddess reader); Secret Relationship
Kinks: clit biting; pain kink; size kink; masturbation; degradation; overstimulation; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing
↝ Creative Content Contributor: @jamaisjoons for this incredible banner. its literally so stunning ;~;
↝ Pairing: Lighthouse Keeper!Hoseok x Goddess of Light!Reader (oc; female)
↝ Genre: soulmate au; secret relationship au; gods/goddess au; mentions of an arranged marriage; heavy angst; smut; romance; pining
↝ Rating: NC-17 | 18+
↝ Summary: For years, you’ve kept your relationship with Hoseok a secret. As the daughter of the God of Light, you are destined to marry anyone who slays the beast in the Gloaming Isles in your honor. When that day finally comes, you go to Hoseok to tell him your relationship must end and you are set to be married. One last time, Hoseok reminds you no one will love you as eternally, as enduringly, as he.
↝ Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; pregnancy; unprotected sex; creampie; masturbation; clit biting; oral sex (f receiving); pain kink; size kink; overstimulation; light degradation; a brief handjob; impreg kink; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing; crying; biting; marking; scratching; brief mentions of blood
↝ Word Count: 14.7K
↝ special thank you to @softyoongiionly and @kithtaehyung for reading through this and being amazing betas! if there are any mistakes left over they are absolutely my own and the fact that 98% of this was written while sprinting owo
Looking at Hoseok, you think, is exactly like being struck by lightning. Which is to say, every time, all the time, looking at Hoseok means you feel him everywhere, all over and all at once.
Inside the lighthouse, there is no escaping him.
Pressing your back against the rough concrete of the small light room, you tilt your head to the side as the totality of Hoseok’s warmth, ardor, and fidelity blossoms over you. He flowers deep in the nodes of your lungs, your breath constricted as you take him in, studying the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose, the way he wears the night as though he is the stars.
In the distance, waves rush to the shore, kissing the land with the same enthusiasm you wish to be kissing him, only to pull away from land; the water shy, anxious of the earth’s response to its affections. Over and over, the sea rolls like thunder. Every now and then, the light that spins overhead refracts downward, illuminating the blood that has rushed to his cheeks. Flushed, his lips part as he processes the words you have just told him, all red and red and red with understanding.
As though he is burning, as though you are not burning for him, your hands clinging tightly to your skirts as you hold your knees against your chest. It should be utterly unfair, you think, for him to appear so beautiful, so exquisite, even as he remains painfully stricken by your words. The searing ache in your chest germinates alongside your love, mind racing with the apologies he deserves. Your bones tremble with the force of remaining still, prepared to reach out and hold his face and tell him it was a lie. You want to smile for him, want to tease him, want to say you’d been terribly silly and that such jokes are best kept for nights when the sky is not clouded, not cold, and instead warmed by your shared rapture.
How you would like to give him all the kindest, all the softest, words in the world.
‘It can’t be true.’
He’s said this twice, the disbelief in his voice only just winning out against the grief. Hoseok repeats it again, taking a step towards you, eyes cast down to where you have slunk in shame and sadness. Hands limp at his sides, his fingers quake, torn between balling his hands into fists or running through his hair, their resting place for his worry. Deciding on neither, he simply stands tall and stoic, appearing so small in the light that cascades around the room.
You’d glow for him if you could, if you felt like you deserved to illuminate any part of him at all.
Looking away from his woefully dejected expression, you turn your attention to the small gap in the wall beside you. A window once blocked the wind - stained glass, exquisite. It shattered during a storm, on a night when he pressed himself so deep inside you traces of his essence lingered on your tongue. He was deep enough it hurt, rolling into you with enthusiastic vigor. Tonight, the breeze smells of low tide, acrid in the back of your nose and sour, just like your mood.
‘We knew this would happen,’ is your quiet reply.
A weak and pathetic excuse, you hate the words even as you say them. Shameful, you think with a grimace, to have pretended that you could have a happy ending, that convincing your father would have been simple. The lies you told yourself and Hoseok, the platitudes that fell from your lips to comfort him, turn on your now, betrayals stacked against you that weigh heavily your judgement. You’ve been childish, so childish, to assume you could have ever been happy.
Hoseok shakes his head, refusing to accept your answer. All fury and rage, he comes to stand before you and lowers to his knees, demanding you look at him. His presence is a live wire, the heat and energy from his skin is vital, a pull against yours that makes you regard him once more, confronted by his enduring beauty. Flooding your vision, he is all you see, all you can fathom, your world beginning and ending with his pleading eyes.
‘But it’s been years,’ he argues, the high pitched tone of his voice wavering and taught with emotion. He’s older than you, physically, but at this moment he has never been so young, so small, so gloriously human. ‘Centuries even. It’s unfair to you.’
A huff of breath rushes through your nose, your scoff ripe with bitterness. ‘Someone finally slayed the Sydral, as archaic as this ritual actually is. My father said I should have always expected it.’
‘And so now…’ Hoseok’s voice drifts, falling back onto his knees crestfallen. The corner of his lips drop into the beginnings of a deep frown, all manner and will to fight rapidly dissipating.
‘I have to marry them,’ you nod, answering his unspoken question.
For a long while, you hold his gaze, allowing yourself to get lost in the umber of his irises and missing the mirth that usually ignites their sparkle. It is just his breath that cascades over your skin, just the waves that rush beyond the light room, just the world that seems to turn onward, without you, time passing without either of you truly acknowledging it. In this silence, you see your history, your every moment spent with him: the day you met; the day he could not help himself any longer and kissed you soundly, without restraint; the first moment you told him you loved him; the first moment he said he needed you; the plastic ring he won at the pier arcade - extraordinary in all its ugliness - and the gentle, reverent, way he slid it over your finger, calling it a promise of fidelity.
In Hoseok, you see it all.
Similarly, he drowns in you, the pink of his cheeks deepening to rose with each passing breath. Posture falling slack, the strap of his ride suspender slips from his shoulder, the collar of his linen shirt loosening with the lack of restraint. A sliver of his collarbone becomes exposed, golden and rich, a tantalizing patch of skin you would caress and kiss if only the circumstances had been different. You wonder idly what he remembers of you, what he sees in your own dispirited expression. You wonder if he remembers the way he loved you, the way he loved you beyond your light and into your darkness.
You wonder if he remembers the way he ate your shadows - with his whole mouth, with fervor, with pride. You wonder if he remembers the way you devoured him just the same.
‘This is ridiculous,’ he announces, finally. Turning to look out the window, he regards the sky solemnly, the curve of his profile imposing in its majesty. Eyes narrowed, it is the harshest he has ever looked, devoid of forgiveness. ‘It’s supposed to be me.’
Swiftly, you shake your head, adamant in your disagreement. You reach for him, leaning forward to rest your hand against his chest, against his heart where it thunders in his sternum. Warmth from his skin radiates into your blood, taking root between your joints. Hoseok worms his way into pieces of your spirit long left abandoned, and you swallow thickly, wondering if such affection as this is normal, if it’s always this way.
‘I’d never have let you.’ Your dispute is biting, sharp enough Hoseok turns his eyes back to you, jaw clenched and tight with silent fury. ‘You’re human. It would have killed you. And then where would I be?’
‘You’d be sitting where I am,’ he argues, emphatic.
Reaching for your hand where it rests, he covers it with his own, lifting it slightly to twine his fingers with yours. Unable to help himself, he inches closer, running his thumb over your knuckles and sending shivers along your nerves. Like always, his touch is a wildfire, the electric kinetic energy needed to set you aglow. Your mind swims with him the same way your body becomes whelmed by his devotion, but he does not let himself become distracted.
‘Do you even understand?’ Voice little more than a whisper, Hoseok’s gaze is penetrating, a bite to his veneration that demands your complete attention. Tilting his head to the side, he continues. ‘You think I wouldn’t die for you?’
You squeeze his hand with tenacity, acknowledging his sentiment, but he does not see all the things you have witnessed. He does not know the true menace of the Sydral, does not know its tricks, its many heads, its speed, its cunning; Hoseok would die for you, and death would find him quickly.
Instead, you offer him a small smile, one that is so fragile and close to breaking. Hoseok’s intensity burns within your chest, transforming his softness into the valor of a man that leaves you breathless. Salvaging your own strength, you lower your gaze to the white collar of his shirt, to the soft linen and the expanse of his throat where he swallows. This you can regard with pleasure, can regard without fearing you may shatter.
And so you smile, finding the will to fight him once more. ‘The problem,’ you begin, hoping the earnestness of your smile is enough to cool the rage that boils in his throat, ‘is that I know you would. And I would live my life alone, married to him while knowing you are gone. Would you really condemn me to such misery? My darling, I would die to keep you safe.’
This feels like anguish; this feels like dying, you think to yourself, growing ever more despondent the longer you feel Hoseok pleading with the emptiness that lurks behind your eyes. You can’t bear to face him, not when the tightness in your throat becomes a threat, tears lingering on the precipice of spilling. Every time his gaze meets yours it is brutal in its honesty, violent in the way your love and lust tumbles so completely into grief.
‘How long?’ he manages, breathing life to the very question you’d been hoping to avoid.
Your future is still so far away, distant enough it makes this moment, and every moment to follow, heavy with the pain of imagination. Still, you’ve never been able to deny him anything.
Once more, you turn to view the window, regarding it with a vacant expression as though you are regarding time itself. ‘You know this is the last time I can see you.’
‘I know,’ he bites out, unwilling to let you dodge the answer. ‘I mean how long until...you’re not mine anymore.’
‘That’s...not possible,’ you offer gently, casting him a solemn, detached grin. ‘I am always going to be yours. Even when I’m in his bed, even when I’m thousands of miles away, even in death, I am yours.’
Hoseok pulls you against him, compelling your complete attention. Eyes wide, you study his face - the resolution of his passion fierce enough to be an earthquake against your sternum, a collision of meeting worlds. His arm winds itself around your waist while he still clutches your hand, the strength of his grip stinging against your knuckles. You tremble against his powerful frame, inhaling the deep scent of cedar and ambergris that always clings to him, the salt of the ocean that lingers on his skin, the dust that has saturated his shirt from the lighthouse, and you; your vanilla and lemon, the brightness of your own natural scent that emanates from your light and always seems to find him, not unlike rays of the sun.
Your mouth waters at this closeness, his own eyes darkened to a rich black as he studies you seriously. You’ve wounded him - worse, you’ve denied him - and he presses the tips of his fingers into the soft muscles of your back, ensuring you cannot leave him. Not until he is ready to let you go.
‘You know what I mean,’ he breathes, words lowered to a hiss. If he were a vengeful sort of man, he would be full of venom. Instead, there is only remorse in his insistence.
Closing your eyes, you sigh. ‘Months, most likely. Tomorrow the rituals begin - the seven days feast, the Fate Tying, the Blood Gathering.’
When you look at him again, your lower lip begins to quake. Saying the words makes it all feel immediate, tangible, as though your father stands in the dark corners of the light room casting his judgements. You almost feel him there, his presence always so sinister for a man blessed to command the light; he resides in the silent places, giving birth to shadows, prepared to pull you from bliss at a moment's notice.
‘All this pomp and circumstance from eras bygone,’ you continue, grounding yourself in the firmness of Hoseok’s arms and chest. The bones of his knees press into your thighs; your hand caught between your twin heartbeats; you immerse yourself in the pain of this connection and remind yourself it hurts because he was always meant to be yours. ‘It’s been centuries since a goddess has been married off, and yet somehow I’m the first for such a sentence. The wedding won’t be for at least five months.’
‘Then we have time.’ Hope saturates his words, his hold on you growing ever more unyielding. ‘You can still come to me, we can still see each other,’ he explains quickly, speaking in a rush. ‘No one will have to know.’
Biting your lips, you raise your hand to the soft strands of his hair, carding your fingers through it. All silk and satin, you relish the texture as his desperation soaks into your pores.
‘I wish that could be true.’ Even as you speak, you focus on his hair, committing these small details to memory. The curve of his bang in the center of his forehead, the deep amber and dark sienna and all the golden highlights that come to life in the daylight, the way all of him, every piece, is soft enough to break you. Yes, you focus on it all. ‘All the Old Gods will be gathering in Teylim. There will be more eyes on me than ever before. Ladies coming to fuss over my hair, my clothes, the oils I wear; men worshiping Daeus like he’s some kind of king when, really, he’s just lucky enough to be half of a god. I won’t be able to get away.’
Hoseok’s eyes roam your face, wild and storming, waiting for you to amend your answer. When you do not speak, his brow furrows and he exhales, a small whimper released from the center of his breaking heart. ‘So this is it, then? This is really it?’
‘I’m so sorry,’ you whisper, moving your hand from his hair to cup his cheek.
He presses himself into your touch, turning just slightly to kiss delicately at your palm. The sweetness of his tenderness splinters the last of your courage, the tears you’ve so valiantly held back starting to burn as they spill over to your cheeks.
‘I wish it could be different,’ you plead - with everyone and no one at all. ‘I wish for it everyday. Hoseok, I can’t -’ Distraught, you choke on your own words, and Hoseok pulls you firmly against him, resting your head against his shoulder. ‘I can’t breathe without you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this.’
Hoseok says nothing at all as you dampen his shirt, tears spilling into the linen as you struggle not to collapse against him completely. When you are finally alone, you will succumb to the sorrow that has learned to occupy every chamber of your heart. When you are finally alone, you will eat the spirit of rage with teeth and fangs, and you will let the darkness have you, refusing to let the light erupt from your skin. But for now, you let the tears arrive of their own accord, aware that you are suddenly too sad to even weep, tears dripping into his shirt as means to remain a part of him.
Against you, Hoseok’s breath becomes uneven, his own shoulders shuddering as he minds his own heroism, fighting back his own tears. He quivers against you, his stuttering breath exhaled through his nose as he maintains his composure. The light room becomes almost too quiet, the blood rushing your ears drowning out the sound of the sea, narrowing your focus to just the shared heat between your bodies. You inch closer, removing any space that could exist between you, extinguishing any oxygen that would dare to separate you from him. What you would give for a thunderstorm, any sound at all to give life to the end of love, to the start of the war of loving.
Unable to stomach the quiet any longer, your mind seems to become unhinged. All the tiny, miserable little thoughts Hoseok’s love kept locked away worm their way past your lips, erupting to life as though your heartbreak has given them permission to persecute you.
‘I wish you never found me,’ you mumble, almost incoherent. Your tongue fumbles with the words, caught between weeping and speaking, making a mess of so much more than just his shirt. ‘I wish you never saw me. I could love you like that, on my own, from a distance. I could be strong enough to move through life not knowing you, loving only the idea of you. You’re so much more than anything my mind could have fabricated out of childish desire. The reality of you is heaven. And now, I’m hurting you. I should die for such a transgression.’
‘Don’t say that.’ Hoseok pulls, easing you back and lifting both his hands to cup your face. Briefly you mourn the loss of his fingers and knuckles so rough against yours, but cradled between his palms, your skin tingles, making a festival out of this contact and celebrating the nuance of his fingerprints. He looks down into you, deep enough you feel him taking root in the center of your belly. You love him most when he looks like this - fierce and unforgiving - and you cannot help the way your body responds, aroused simply by the passion of him. ‘Don’t you dare wish that,’ he commands, voice thick. ‘The day we met was the day my life started.’
‘But...’ you struggle to find the words, drifting off with the implication that, now, his life is surely ending.
‘I don’t want to know who I would be without you.’ Hoseok takes his time as he speaks, an art you cannot comprehend.
Behind his eyes, his mind races, words living and dying before they can reach his tongue. He has so much to say, so many more promises to make, so many more words of affirmation he’d like to give you. You see them all, recognize them all - for they mirror yours, are born from your own likeness; you know them all so well, you feel as though you could reach out and touch them.
‘I can’t fathom it, I won’t even consider it.’ Shaking his head, he denies this completely, holding onto your stare with a fixation that borders on zealous. ‘You came to me, and it felt like I could breathe. You came to me, and I felt like myself. Loving you makes me better, loving you is partly why I am alive.’
It’s difficult to swallow around the lump in your throat, its size and prowess growing ever larger in the wake of his words. In the oncoming quiet, you wish he hadn’t said it, wish he hadn’t reminded you of the way you the oncoming storm of his presence before you met him. One look at him and you had seen it all, a life designed by the Fates - marriage, children, hope, happiness. In death he’d have joined you in Teylim, youthful, young, yours. With eternity before you, you’d bask in the rapture and the joyful silliness that comes with forever.
He felt it, too, saw it in your eyes. On your fourth meeting, he held you against him and promised you his life.
‘I will put my child in your belly,’ he announced, deliberate in the way he enunciated his words. You waited for the shock of such an exclamation to overtake you, but it never came. ‘I can’t explain it,’ he chuckled, amused by his own enthusiasm, ‘but I’m certain of it. I see my unborn children in your eyes. I think this is what the elders mean when they say there is always a plan, and you will always know it the moment you find it. I’m so certain my whole life is tied to yours.’
The memory burns within your mind, a scorch of greed mixing immediately with longing. You wish the fire of it would incinerate it to ash, that it would vanish altogether before the Fate Tying. You can handle all of these frivolous little rituals, sure of yourself and your own strength, but the Fate Tying means to unmake you. At just the thought, your stomach begins to sink.
You will sit, hands clasped on your amber throne with the sunlight seeking your hair, your cheeks, your lips; Daeus will smile, wrapped in oak and evergreen, in the earth that flourishes beneath your light; and you will weep, watching as the Moirai unstitch your soul from Hoseok’s, peeling it apart inch by horrible inch, to thread it with the ugliness of Daeus’ strands. You will wonder, mouth dry and eyes wet, why the Moirai would bother making a man for you, would bother weaving your spirits together, only to unravel the work they had done, the love you had found.
The movement of Hoseok’s gentle caress, pads of his thumbs running across the bones of your cheeks, returns you to the present moment. Once more he whimpers, doing his best to keep you grounded with him, unwilling to lose you before he absolutely must. Digging your nails into his shoulder as you grab fistfuls of his shirt, you wallow with him, knowing that, just like him, you don’t know who you would have become without him.
‘What do we do?’ you manage, reduced to a more pathetic version of yourself as you plead with him. Anyone else, and you’d be ashamed to appear so weak. ‘How do I do this?’
‘I don’t know,’ is all he can provide. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Promise me -’ You cut yourself off, not entirely certain where the idea comes from, what part of you would willingly propose such a request, the meaning of what you had intended to say catching up to your mind the moment you heard your own voice. Hoseok waits patiently, and you lower your gaze to the curvature of his lips, wanting to kiss and kiss and kiss him, knowing your next words will scar you both. ‘Promise me you’ll find someone else. Promise me you’ll be happy.’
Without any hesitation, he scoffs, dismissing the idea altogether. ‘Don’t ask me to tell a lie.’
‘I can’t, Hoseok.’ Now, it is your turn to hold his face, cupping his cheeks with veneration. Mind reeling, you envision it, certain you could take it. You are certain you would die for less. ‘I can’t do this if I spend my life knowing you’ll be unhappy. I can’t do this knowing you’re alone.’
Slowly, gently, Hoseok lets the tip of his nose press against yours, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. Breath a deluge down and over your lips and skin, he somehow finds it within himself to smile, empty of all amusement.
‘It’s so unfair of you to expect that I could be happy with anyone but you,’ he chastises. ‘I’d rather be alone, utterly and completely, than to be lonely with someone. They deserve better than someone who is with them out of loyalty to another person - a promise kept to the person they truly love.’
His rejection and refusal of your plea inspires a thrill in the pit of your stomach, all manner of possessive pleasure coursing through your veins. How easily he turns you into a selfish woman, how quickly his promises of fidelity make you lose all sight of strength and future vision. What sort of man is Hoseok that he should have such dominion over you, you think to yourself. But then, you know. You know as you have always known: Hoseok is your man, your lover, your soul.
Stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, just as he had done, reverently, adoringly, you bite your lip and feel your exhale shake. ‘So what will you do?’
‘I’ll do as I’ve always done,’ he shrugs, as though the very thought is not a bruise within his ribs. ‘I’ll keep the lighthouse. Every night, I’ll let the beacon burn, and keep the light on. Even on clear days, I will let the light shine.’ Hoseok smiles as he says this, the first real smile he has managed since he saw you on the shore this evening, waiting, just like always. ‘When you’re up there, perhaps you will see the light.’
He shifts his gaze to the roof of the light house, looking up and beyond, past the clouds, up to the seat of the gods. Furrowing his brow, he hardens his jaw just slightly, eyes turning dark as he demands your father witness him.
When he looks at you again, he is a changed man - a boy trapped in the throes of love, and a man on the verge of letting himself perish.
‘Maybe up there,’ he murmurs, ‘you will see my light and know that I’m burning for you, just as I’ve always been. I’ll continue to love you. I’ll be good, I’ll be pious, and maybe when I die we will meet in Teylim and even in death I’ll watch you, staying close to your light like a bird in flight.’
‘Hoseok.’ The quiver of your bottom lip disrupts the cadence of his name, besmirching it to little more than a sob.
Sucking air through his teeth, Hoseok leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes fall shut. At such close proximity, you study the almost feminine length of his eyelashes, the pores of his skin, and wonder who or what god or demon you could barter with to stay inside him forever.
‘You’re supposed to be mine,’ he whimpers, the sadness welling up in him like a mountain. ‘You are mine, but…I will always be yours. Even when they untie us, I’ll be yours. They can’t thread me with anyone else. I don’t think my soul will allow it.’
Unable to sustain it any longer, your desire for him rises to a swell, erupting beside your sorrow - just as fervent, and even more unyielding. His words are a comfort, an echo you will revisit over and over when you have long departed, but your skin has learned how to ache for his touch, learned how to anticipate the way he moves over you like water, and you need it. You need him.
The rest of your pitiful existence looms out before you, days and months and centuries passing without Hoseok to hold you and keep you, and you despise the very notion of it. You rebuke it, refusing to let yourself continue on without knowing how it feels to have him. Tonight, you do not want him as your lover.
Tonight, you want him as your husband.
‘Kiss me,’ you announce, guiding his forehead away from yours, skin prickling with the lack of his warmth. ‘Kiss me like it’s our wedding. I -’ The tightness of your voice steals your breath, words hot and heavy in your mouth as you say them. ‘I want to know what a marriage bed truly feels like. I want to know what our marriage bed would be like.’
Mad with an unbearable passion, no longer contained, Hoseok heeds your words and lets his tongue wander over the seam of your lips. You cling to him, clutching what you can of his shape, his body, and you sigh in woeful euphoria, granting him unspoken entry to the recesses of your mouth - but he does not enter. Your lover has always been disobedient, reckless in the evening when your skin and your lips and your heart are presented to him, and tonight he is no different. Tonight, he scorns the hour, taking his time as he traces over your cupid’s bow with his tongue, rendering the turn of the earth meaningless. The heat of his breath tickles your skin, a cascade in which you luxuriate, and your eyes, blurred by the urgency of your desire, lose all sense of your surroundings until there is only Hoseok.
Hoseok - on you, around you, all over you, the rain and the wind all at once.
Only when he has had his fill of your lips does he press the whole of his mouth against yours, sucking languidly at your bottom lip. Skin growing tight, you keen into his kiss, consumed by greed. Slowly, he moves his hands down and down, letting his fingers trace indeterminate lines over your cheeks, your jaw, your bones until they rest at your neck. With his palm over your pulse, he holds you still, his touch a fever, his touch the sun, radiating deep into the caverns of your heart.
Filled with him, you think. Absolutely alive with him, Hoseok lets his palm cradle the tether of your life until you are certain he is the oxygen made to sustain your mortal form. You, living and breathing, are little more than remnants of departed touches, composed entirely of his affections, his affirmations, his adoration.
So, too, do you kiss at him, battling against him for any semblance of permanence, demanding that you be remembered. Feeling you writhe against him, insistent in your need for closeness, he hums in pleasure, a musical sound that traverses your synapsis with unhurried ease. Gooseflesh raises on your arms, either by a passing breeze or the way Hoseok leans in, harder, rougher, all manner of dominance in the way he so desperately seeks to have you, and you shiver, delighted by the peak in your senses; delighted, fundamentally, that you will commit every moment of this last evening to bodily memory.
Willing to be devoured, you surrender to him, feeling arousal leak from between your folds as though his savagery has given it permission to spill over. It soaks into your underwear where you briefly mourn the fact that it will not coat your thighs, not yet, and that Hoseok must wait to see how easily you could paint yourself in your wanting. Like always, he anticipates you and ardent your longing; perceptive and always acutely aware of the way you have grown wanton. depraved by the strength of his kisses alone.
Hoseok eases his hand to the back of your neck, determination apparent in his grip, and guides you forward to rest in his lap. Letting your legs settle on either side of his thighs, you straddle him, unwilling to break any contact he has with you, your skin, you, your hands on him. You come together like a cataclysm, the burgeoning tip of his erection firm and stubborn where it presses against your core, assertive and tantalizing even beneath the fabric of his trousers.
It’s lewd the way you crave him deep inside you, jaw dropping as your mouth opens wide to gasp in delight. Hoseok wastes no time in letting his tongue glide against yours, explorative and eager, utterly deliberate in his stroking. Slowly, the tips of his fingers move from your neck to your hairline, ever deeper and ever more intrusive. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he runs his tongue over yours, grazing the roof of your mouth before he forms a fist in your hair and tilts your head back, swift and aggressive.
All at once he pulls away, face hovering just centimeters above yours and gaze hooded as he explores your lustful expression. A flush creeps into your cheeks, the control he has over the flow of your blood is always surprising even if it is to be expected. Hoseok seems pleased, evident in the familiar way his eyes have become blackened by the force of his yearning and the smile that has worked its way into the corner of his lips, a secret for only you to discover. He takes a pause, disregarding his haste, to regard you: your parted lips, your heated cheeks - a fire that has spread itself over your chests and breasts.
‘You are a vision of sin,’ he murmurs, cocking his head to the side and tightening his grip in your hair. ‘What would all the gods say?’
Your own nails scratch tenderly into his scalp, gripping his hair to mirror his hold on you. Futile, you know. The strength in Hoseok is silent, a gift that makes him appear merely pretty until the seat of his power is fully revealed, a fortitude you could never mimic.
You swallow, preparing to speak, and watch the way Hoseok studies the movement of your throat. ‘They would call me a harlot.’
His gaze returns to yours, an otherwise thoughtful look turned menacing by the terror of his passion. ‘And are you?’
Tongue heavy in your mouth, you struggle with the few words you can manage. ‘They will make me out to be,’ you begin slowly, poignantly, ‘and it will be your fault. You’ve made me a slut.’
You hold onto the word - draping yourself over the “s”, tapping your tongue against the “t” - ensuring it lingers in your mouth long enough for him to taste it. It’s his fault, really, that you will be judged and scorned and shamed for coming to your new husband wholly impure, the construct of your virginity eradicated by Hoseok’s insatiable appetite. It’s his fault, you think, that you want him this much. That you love him this much. Your tongue caresses the word slut like it's your dearest companion, familiar with its shape and texture, and you lean upward, hoping to put it in his mouth.
If he is half of your soul, then he should learn how it tastes to be utterly reprehensible.
But he dodges the trajectory of your desires, moves away from your lips and your face entirely, diving down to your chest where he lets his teeth traverse the expanse of your sternum. Lifting his hand from your pulse, he trades one beat of your blood for another, fisting his hand in the collar of your dress to pull it down and expose the thin bit of flesh covering your heart. It thunders in your ears, your body a storm of his making, and you tremble as he positions himself to ravage your very spirit.
His teeth leave scars upon your nerves, eternal echoes within your pores that have you rolling your hips downward in encouragement. Again, you feel him, his cock against your core, enough to have you whimpering as though you are small and fragile, not the maker of your undoing. As punishment for your impertinence, Hoseok takes aim and bites down harshly at the slender bone of your clavicle.
‘Hoseok!’
‘I know you, Sparrow.’ The husk of his breath is an avalanche into the marrow of your bones, the memory of his teeth still reverberating into your lungs. ‘You always like it when it hurts.’
Your skin still stings, yet he is relentless. You quake in his hold as he bites at the bone once again, teeth inlaid perfectly where they had been before. Your skin bends beneath the force, ecstatic hiss descending into a low moan, giving away the truth of how well he truly knows you. The pain grounds you in the moment, allows you, too, to ignore the passage of time, the ebb and flow of the waves as though the tides have halted altogether. You are prettiest when you are red and purple, black and blue by the marks he leaves in his wake, and not once, not even when he breaks your skin to bleeding does he tarnish your light.
In his arms, you are illuminated, glowing with the same intensity as the lighthouse beacon. He’s called you the heavenly sky for the way you glow under his affections, your inability to control your power when he makes you feel so impossibly good turning you into an evening star. You often forget you are blessed with a holy gift, the goddess of light as though your title has any meaning beyond providing you a seat at the table in Teylim. You often forget this is who you really are, someone happy, someone made of magic - a light kindled only under joy.
‘I will make you ache for me,’ he breathes, pushing the collar of your dress lower and lower, threatening to expose your nipple. ‘I want you alight, burning for me. Only me.’
Hoseok kisses deftly at the supple softness of your breast, diligent and greedy. His breath comes ragged, thick in the center of his lungs where he struggles around the insurmountable longing that puts force in his handling of your body. Working his tongue over the skin, he licks the stars out of the constellations of your pores, tasting the dust, the salt, the sea. Your hands run through his hair, messing the thick strands to a state of perilous disorder in your eagerness to move downward to the comforting solidarity of his shoulders.
Grinding your hips into his lap, the tip of his clothed erection slides along your slit, and you release a whimpered exclamation as the cloth of your underwear slips between your folds. Biting your lip, you breathe deep, Hoseok’s own groan of dissatisfaction vibrates into your chest. You feel him deep in your throat, his voice alongside yours, his desire matching yours in intensity.
Hand leaving your neck in favor of your waist, his grip tightens, fingertips pressing deep circles into the muscles of your back. Thrusting upward, he teases you, laughing darkly to himself with a rough nip to your breast. The motion sends your underwear deeper into your cunt, a pressure to your clit as erotic as it is cruel. It sends a shiver down your spine, inspiring tremors in your nerves that have you clenching your walls around nothing at all, seeking the bulbous head of his cock in need.
Pleased with himself, he raises himself from your chest to work at the buttons of your dress. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your own rolling back to present you breasts to him like a preening cat. Hungry, he takes the bait, slipping a palm under your dress to cup your breast. He presses against your nipple, a small wine tumbling from your throat to mingle with his whispered expletive. Rolling your nipple between his knuckle, he regards you momentarily, studying your dazed expression. Against him, you are an earthquake unto yourself, a cosmic shift of longing ravaging your blood, and you are pleased by it, offering him a smile of gluttony.
Abruptly, he releases your breast, hands falling to your hips as he raises to his knees, keeping you against him. Hoseok pushes your hips roughly against his, cock a threatening force against your core as he guides your bodies down to the floor, careful to keep the shift in position painless. Once more, he thrusts at you, and you feel yourself becoming soaked, juices no longer dripping into your underwear but instead crawling slowly down to your ass. The concrete of the floor is chilled, cold enough your back and hips arch indelicately in retreat, causing you to carelessly meet his thrust.
‘Fuck,’ he mutters, returning his hands to your front as he sits back on his knees.
Hoseok avoids the buttons over your breasts, choosing instead to undo the buttons just beneath. Continuing onward, he takes his time unwrapping you, hungry for the pieces of your body he will mark as his. The heart of his lips parts on a silent exclamation, mouth falling open as he unveils more of your ample flesh. The light from your skin mixes with the lighthouse beacon, casting shadows of desire in his eyes, rendering him beastly. With his eyes only, he devours you; your body, the fruit of his immense craving.
Leaving your breasts covered, Hoseok exposes your hips, your stomach, your thighs. Your hardened nipples strain against the fabric, begging for release the same way your core clenches once again around nothing at all, swallowing more of your underwear in an effort to lure him deep inside you. He meant it this way, all too aware your sensitive nipples will tease you to a point of aching the longer they rub against your dress.
The sea breeze cools your skin, so much of you exposed you feel as though you have been submerged in wind and sky. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you mourn momentarily that it is not Hoseok that covers you, not yet. Still, you enjoy being naked for him like this - naked, vulnerable, safe, and his. You open your legs further, letting the wind kiss at the wetness of your cunt, your answering grin borderline salacious. How glorious to give everything and hide nothing from him. How glorious to let yourself be worshipped, his eyes starved for the pleasure of your sex. All this joy, and yet your frustration runs over, an overflow occurring with little thought.
‘It’s not fair,’ you whine, raising your arms to reach for him. ‘Let me undress you.’
Sitting up, you press your hands flat against his chest, becoming attuned with the ample hills and valleys of his muscles. Hoseok sits still and proud, lips reddened and wet from kissing you. Your light ignites the flush that dapples the tips of his ears, skin flushed by lust and longing. Throat running dry, you swallow thickly, committing his unrivaled beauty to memory. You refuse to forget a single moment of this, unwilling to relinquish a single detail of him.
Slowly, you ease the suspenders from his shoulders, humming in approval at the way the loose linen of his shirt relaxes in its newfound freedom, offering you more of his neck and collarbones. As your fingers work earnestly at his buttons, Hoseok takes his time admiring you, a piercing look both penetrative and heartsick. His hand comes to cover yours, unable to help himself, and he holds it tightly, raising it to his lips. His eyes remain locked on yours as he kisses the pads of your fingers, one by one, before slipping your index and middle finger into his mouth. Your lips part on a sigh that fades just as quickly as it came, feeling his tongue swirl over the digits with purpose.
And much the same way you did not expect his touch, so too are you caught off guard when he moves your fingers from his mouth and guides it down your stomach. Lower and lower, he guides your hand between your bodies where he slips it beneath your underwear. Your breath hitches, skin wet from his saliva and clit throbbing at the prospect of tangible contact, your own hand an ominous presence resting upon your mound.
‘Touch yourself,’ he commands.
Hoseok is so often the picture of tenderness in the way he makes love to you, always gentle and always mired in the totality of his affections. Occasionally, he is sharp and, occasionally, he is in control - only on days when he is starved, only on days when he is completely ravenous. Tonight, there is no room for argument. Tonight, he makes himself an unrelenting devil, unafraid to exert dominance.
‘Eventually we will remember little of how we undress,’ he explains, pressing your fingers over your mound, dangerously close to your clit. ‘Right now, I need to see the way you will touch yourself for me when I’m no longer around. I want to see it. I want to memorize it. Touch yourself for me.’
Removing his hand from yours, he nudges softly at your shoulder, and you obey immediately. Leaning back on your right elbow, you keep your hand in place as he grabs the band of your underwear and pulls it down. Lifting your hips, your tongue licks at your bottom lip where the skin has become dry and chapped, struggling to catch your breath as your desire becomes oppressive. Falling back on your tailbone, you spread your legs wider still, proud and impish as you slide your fingers down your slip, separating your folds to display your core.
But he sees nothing as he lifts your underwear to his nose, fisting his hands in the fabric and pressing it against his face. Hoseok breathes in deep,eyes rolling back slightly in the effort of keeping his eyes open, a growl rumbling in his chest like a warning. Exhaling into the cloth, he laughs to himself, a high pitched, small sound of amused embarrassment before he falls completely silent once more. And then, he breathes in again, just as deep, just as fervent, lips kissing at the wet patch you have created.
‘I’m keeping these.’ Easing your underwear away from his nose, he crumples the garment and buries it in the pocket of his trousers. Cocking an eyebrow in pleasure, he takes in your exposed cunt, licking his lips. ‘I’ll fuck myself with them, imagining it’s you and your wet pussy.’
‘Pervert,’ you tease, jutting your chin forward in mock derision.
‘Whore.’ Inspired by your nakedness, he begins to undress, gaze heated and focused on your wet cunt. ‘I told you to touch yourself.’
Your fingers easily breach the barrier of your folds upon their release, wet with Hoseok’s spit and your walls slick and dripping with your juices. Years ago, you would have been ashamed of being so soaked, a damp patch expanding in the concrete beneath you in visible proof. But you no longer care, not when Hoseok’s expression of thirst is so incorrigible.
You fuck yourself with your hand, fighting the urge to tilt your head back in relief - small as it is. In the heat of your lonely nights, you find it tragic your fingers never reach as deep as Hoseok’s slender digits; yours are too slim, knuckles not nearly as rough or pronounced. And when your mind drifts dangerously to thoughts of girth, your eyes drop swiftly to the pronounced shape of Hoseok’s straining cock. Swallowing the weep of appreciation that builds in your chest, your teeth chew at your bottom lip, clinging in anticipation.
Pressing the base of your palm against the hood of your clit, you whimper. Mild and meek as it is, your fingers bring a temporary relief, this satisfaction fleeting, and it will not be long before you are begging him to fill you.
‘You’re dripping,’ he comments, interrupting your thoughts and removing his shirt in one swift motion. ‘Are you sure you’re not the princess of water? If I kiss your cunt I might drown.’
‘I’m in love with you.’
While not truly a detailed explanation, the words carry the weight of your whole chest, erupting with little thought. Your mind offers the only logical explanation for your wetness it can manage while your body grapples with the implication of Hoseok’s mouth upon your core.
‘Say it again,’ he orders, hands tugging harshly at the zip of his trousers.
A slow smile spreads over your lips, head cocking to the side as you admire his eager expression. ‘I’m in love with you.’
‘Again.’
‘I’m in love with you.’
This time, you say it with venom, as though you want it to hurt and hope that it will leave scars in its wake. Hoseok tugs his trousers down his thighs, rising to his knees, appearing regal and godly. Freed from its cloth restraints, his cock springs upward to rest against his stomach, and he smirks, chest and neck flushed as your focus shifts immediately to the purpled bulbous head.
Without hesitation, you remove yourself from your folds, the ache at your core only minutely grieving the loss of your small hand. Instead, you reach for him, fingers slick with your juices as you grasp the base of his cock with a gentle squeeze. He’s heavy in your hand, rigid in the solid way that makes your walls clench and drip once more, mirroring the way your mouth waters. Slowly, you move your hand up and down the shaft, letting your thumb rub over the leaking tip with care.
Hoseok’s breath hitches, his hips thrusting slightly into your hand as you pleasure him. His own hands clutch at his discarded clothes, doing his best to exercise his dwindling patience, and you repeat motion, admiring the smoothness of the skin in contrast to the veins of his shaft.
‘I always wonder how you will fit inside me,’ you comment, moving your hand back down and studying the way your fingers do not meet your thumb. ‘You’re so thick.’
He rolls his shoulders back in the aftermath of your praise, inhaling sharply through his teeth. Hoseok is always free with his praises, showering you in worship and stating it is his duty to devote himself to the goddess in his favor. Always, he does this, and always he seeks nothing in return. But you have always sensed, as attuned to him as you are, that praise from you sets his soul afire. One word of praise from you and you are certain he could eat the god of Daeus entirely, rendering him completely human.
‘You were made for me,’ he explains, voice taught and words strained. Unable to hold back, he fucks your fist, seeking relief. ‘You will always stretch to accommodate me, just like your life was meant to. Just like your belly was meant to, stretching with my children.’ His gaze is penetrative, deeply serious for such an obscene state of being. ‘You were meant to take all of me. My true home is inside you.’
Your grip loosens slightly at his admission, lips curling into a small pout. ‘I so desperately wanted to give you a child.’
A choked sound rumbles through his chest, and his hand reaches yours, pulling it from his cock to wind your fingers together. With his free hand, he nudges at your shoulder, easing you back to the ground with a darkness in his eyes that has your throat running dry. Automatically, your legs spread wide, offering him space to settle between them. The tip of his cock rubs carelessly against your slit, and your focus fades, mind emptying with the single desire to have him inside you taking root.
‘Promise me you won’t give him children,’ he commands, words thick with purpose.
He walks his hand languidly down your body, grazing over your chest, your covered breasts, to the flat of your stomach. Beneath him, you tremble, the tectonic plates of your spine shifting beneath his touch. Splaying his hand over your stomach, he eyes your skin with parted lips and a furrowed brow. Hoseok wars with himself, his thoughts tangible behind the darkness of his irises, expression swimming with strife.
‘Promise me,’ he repeats. ‘I don’t think I could survive the thought of someone else's baby growing inside you.’
Raising your hand from the floor, you card your fingers through his hair while you squeeze your joined hands, determined to win his attention.
‘I promise,’ is your soft whisper. ‘I shall bear no other child than yours.’
Invigorated by your promise, he returns his gaze to yours and maintains it as he works his way down your body with his tongue, kissing everywhere his hands have been. Without warning, he buries his face between your legs to bite gently at your clit, this contact a thunderclap in your spirit. Back arching off the floor, your voice shatters around his name, teeth chewing over the syllables as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Your bones hum with the stimulation, very existence stinging and resonating, while he sucks your clit into his mouth, soothing the pain into a deep, soul burning pleasure. He swirls his tongue around it, mouth greedy and impatient, the fullness of his lips a heaven unrivaled by Teylim, and your hand tightened in his hair, body writhing in passion.
Hoseok releases your clit with a wet pop before he kisses his way down to your folds, thrusting the flat of his tongue between them, impatient and hungry. Mindlessly, your legs spread wider, small gasps escaping from your chest as your lungs take in the scent of your sex and your hips roll upward, feeling your juices mix ceremoniously with his saliva. Consumed by the sheer power of your need, you feel yourself howl like a moonless wolf, rolling your hips against Hoseok’s face in erratic motions, inspired by the promise of your orgasm.
But Hoseok releases your joined hands, moving it quickly to your hips where he holds you still, growling against your cunt.
‘You shall not wander from me,’ he says, moving his lips against your slit as he presses you into the ground. ‘Keep still and let me feast on you.’
Once more, he thrusts the full length of his tongue between your walls, sucking eagerly at the juices spilling into his open mouth. He’s velvet and silk against your core, sturdy and solid while still gliding against all the places you have needed him most, and your voice careens off the ceiling, loud enough to drown out the ocean waves. Scratching your nails down the soft skin of your thighs, you fight back the desire to thrust against his face, wishing you could fuck his mouth and press yourself against the tip of his nose. All of it, every thrust of his tongue and every roll of your hips you suppress has you moaning, voice high pitched and growing erratic.
The feel of his tongue inside you inspires the deep desire for something larger, something thicker. Your orgasm is a threat in the center of your belly, spine tingling and tightening as each press of his tongue against your walls tames the beast of your racing heart. Hoseok buries himself between your legs with a diligence that borders on hysteria, holding you down and indulging in your
Still, his tongue only just hits the place inside your core that needs him most. You want him hard against your cervix. You want him deep enough to leave bruises on your softest pieces.
Tonight, you want the thick girth of his cock to splinter your bones. Tonight, you want his cock pressed against your cervix, a bruise you will carry for the rest of your life. Tonight, you want his cum so deep inside you it burns.
Tonight, you want him to love you and you want it to hurt.
‘Hoseok,’ you whimper. ‘Please, I -’
Hoseok thrusts two fingers into your cunt beside his tongue, silencing you with the rough skin of his knuckles spreading your walls even wider. The contrast between his fingers and tongue elevates your hips from the floor with force, disregarding the strength of his hand. You are beastly beneath his ministrations, finding yourself caught in a wild hour and feeling as though you have abstained from him too long. He forces your hips back down with the palm of his hand, groaning against you loudly enough you feel his voice reverberate up to your tongue, and you cry out, distraught.
Having left the top of your dress buttoned, your nipples strain against the cloth, sensitive and sending electric ripples down your arms, your shoulders - all along your nerves. Another breeze moves through the lighthouse, and it kisses at the sheen of sweat that has broken along your hairline.
Desperately, you want him. Desperately, you need him. But still it’s not enough.
‘God,’ you keen, ‘I need to cum.’
Hoseok hums in understanding, the vibration of it moving deep inside you once more.
‘Oh,’ you whine, so small and so close to breaking.
Hoseok’s tongue leaves your cunt, only his fingers remaining, and he moves his mouth to your clit where he sucks at the swollen nub deftly. Again, your hand scratches down your thighs, harsh enough to draw blood. Red and angry, the sting of these scores against your flesh makes you smile, a manic and monstrous expression you hope your father, Daeus, and all the gods can see. Frustrated and feeling the coil of your orgasm tighten, your other hand slaps into the ground, gripping at the linen of Hoseok’s shirt. You dig your nails into it, pretending it is him, his skin, his cock, anything substantial to torture him as he tortures you.
Against your cunt, you feel Hoseok begin to laugh, wearing the smirk of the devil as he sucks diligently at your clit.
His name begins in your mouth and dies on an exhale, eyes open wide as you stare up at the ceiling. Vision glazed and vacant, your body trembles as your orgasm lingers dangerously on the precipice of your nerves, skin growing hot and bordering on a point of pain. You hear yourself crying, you feel yourself pressing harder and harder against Hoseok’s eager mouth, and you struggle to discern if the rush in your ears is your blood as it moves swiftly to find him or the ocean that works swiftly to keep your coupling secret.
And then, without any warning at all, Hoseok once more latches his teeth to your clit.
Your orgasm takes you by surprise, a wave of heat in your blood and skin, your juice cascading into Hoseok’s waiting mouth. This orgasm is an eruption, a shockwave in your soul that leaves you trembling while his relentless motions of tongue and hand milk you to completion. The tears you have held back begin to spill, soaking your cheeks as you soak his lips, a great wave over you that leaves you breathless.
‘Come up here,’ you gasp. ‘Come up here and kiss me.’
Slowly pulling his lips and fingers from your cunt, you hiss as he eases his way up your body. Using the tip of his tongue, he traces the shape of your parted lips with careful strokes, still messy and dripping with your slick juices. At your core, his cock presses, the contact sending tremors up your spine and causing a whine of pain to splinter in your throat. Granted permission by the sound alone, Hoseok delves his tongue inside your mouth and demands you taste yourself - you, your cum; him, his breath, his spit, his flavor; all of it, mixed together. Your walls clench as you kiss him, devouring him, as your folds seek to lure his cock inside you.
Gasping against his mouth, you feel his tip press roughly against your core, your walls still sensitive but your body and spirit eager for his fullness. Hoseok pulls away from your lips to whine a low expletive, his resolve shaking and unstable, close to shattering by the force of his desire. His lips part on his sighs, breath slow and shallow, and still shimmering with you. Already, he had devoured you, drunk his fill and yet he still appears starved. As he lingers above you, Hoseok rolls his cock against your walls once more, a challenge, a reminder that he is exhausted by the prospect of not having his fill of you.
Moving your hands to his shoulders, you press your fingers into the soft skin of his back and muscles, letting them wander down and down until you grip the rounded flesh of his ass There, your grip tightens, threatening to push him inside you lest he waste any more time.
‘Hoseok,’ you breathe. ‘I need you to fuck me.’
‘You want me to fuck you?’ he mumbles, running his tongue over your jaw before biting at your chin. ‘Tell me how badly.’
‘Please,’ you whimper, rolling your hips up against his cock, a warning against the tip. ‘I need you so badly it hurts.’
Wordlessly, Hoseok thrusts himself inside you to the hilt, balls pressing against you with a loud slap. You feel him shake inside you, body shivering with the sudden heat enveloping his cock. Hoseok’s moan is a deluge, an ecstatic exclamation howled victoriously into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, and you smile blankly at the ceiling, mind empty of all things that are not the feel of Hoseok against and inside you.
His stillness is a tease you cannot endure, and so you clench yourself around him, his teeth biting at your skin as you release and repeat, urging him to move. The feel of his mouth at your skin, the feel of his heaviness pressed so roughly inside you, as your cunt leaking over him, back down into the floor where it coats your ass in its stickiness. Still, you pay little attention to anything other than his immense girth as it stretches you, your walls strained to accommodate him like always.
Feeling you drip over and under him, he pulls out and thrusts back in, a knock at the door of your cervix and the sudden feel of him so deep as you groaning his name. He challenges you, repeating the motion as your bodies slide back along the floor with the force of his thrusts, the piercing sensation stealing your very breath. You are gasping as you clutch him, breasts moving against the fabric and nipples aching with the sensation, letting him push your body to its limits.
‘Tell me you love me,’ he grits out, an echo of your earlier promises.
‘I love you,’ you choke, the words incomprehensible.
‘Say it again,’ he hisses, executing a piercing thrust that has you gasping for breath, nails digging into his skin for purchase.
Squeezing your eyes closed, your hands move to the wings of his shoulder blades and you cling to him, a flightless bird. ‘I love you.’
When you hear yourself say it, you realize you are crying, your voice a sob of affirmation around tears of grief. It should be impossible to love someone this much, with the devastating whole of your existence.
‘Tell me you love me,’ you plead, barely able to speak around the way Hoseok punishes your cervix, a punishment for abandoning him.
‘I love you.’ Equally affected, his voice warbles over the words. Face buried in the crook of your neck, he presses the words over and over into your pulse.
‘I love you, I love you.’
Slowing his pace, Hoseok accentuates his proclamations with brutal thrusts against your cervix. Slow as his thrusts may be, they are full of power and force, a pain against your walls and muscles ensuring you will never be free of him. Tears falling freely, your breath is as sharp as his thrusts, a burn in your lungs as you struggle to contain the cosmic feeling of love you hold inside.
‘I know you like it when it hurts,’ he grits out, thrusts relentless.
All you can manage is a nod, a moan, the dig of your nails into his skin, the acknowledgement that you would prefer it if he shattered you. You would prefer it if he left nothing behind of you at all.
‘I know you like it when I stretch you, when you can’t walk for days.’
‘I do,’ you nod weakly, legs automatically spreading wider - until your hips hurt, until you are certain your bones will bruise from the way you have spread yourself open just for him.
Hoseok moans as a harmonic response to yours, the sack of his balls slapping diligently at your ass. You cling to him, holding him against you in despair, the vice grip of your hands matched only by the grip of your walls. Pleasure ripples through your synapses, an overload to your very synapses, little else registering in your mind apart from the places Hoseok penetrates within your core.
‘Do you want me to cum inside you?’
The pleading nature of his tone does not go unmissed, his own anguish evident in the way his hand cups your breast and his nails scratch at the flesh, wishing for entry.
‘Yes.’
‘What if I get you pregnant?’ he muses, though he remains completely sincere. What if I fuck my baby into you? What will they do?’
‘I hope you do.’ It takes all your strength to speak without losing your breath. Once more your orgasm has started to build gloriously around the pain of taking him against your cervix, and you need him to know that you mean it. ‘I don’t care if they scorn me.’
‘I’ll do it,’ he bites out - not a threat, but a promise. ‘I’ll knock you up, fuck my baby into you. They’ll have to watch you grow someone else’s child. What a sight, huh? Bet Daeus would love to see you deliver another man’s baby.’
‘Do it.’
You see yourself, heavy and round with his child, glowing brilliantly like a constellation unto yourself. Carrying your offspring, you would be a supernova, the cradle of the very universe and you would celebrate it with every word breaking over laughter. Daeus would snarl at you, a sneer reserved for your growing belly; your father would find himself in a rage so beautiful and blinding, you think darkness would befall the earth, this winter sudden and unforgiving. The other gods would ignore you, this you are confident of and would take with pride. You’d tease them with it, finding yourself immensely confident in the power of being pregnant with Hoseok’s child.
You’d carry his child as though this were your real pilgrimage within Teylim, your true purpose.
And Hoseok, you know, would be your chosen king, god of the sun because he deserves it.
He deserves you.
‘Yeah?’ he moans, hips picking up pace as he begins to chase his own high. Still, he loses none of the strength in his motions, seemingly motivated by your affirmation of desire.
‘Get me pregnant,’ you plead, biting your lip with shame at this impossible ask. A fool’s errand, a childish plea to change the way of things. ‘Make me stay with you,’ is your final whisper.
Together, you both fall silent as he fucks you with vigor, silent and awestruck by the violence of your coupling. With each thrust, your voices become a symphony of your union. Gripping him tightly, you hope it reaches the gods, your father, all of Teylim. You hope they see the way Hoseok fucks you, absolutely unforgiving. You hope they see the way you make a mess of yourself for him, that you have already decided on a husband and he is no god, no hero, but a man who loves you as though you are the whole of the sky.
Hoseok trembles against you, and you sense his orgasm approaching in the way he gasps against your skin, thrusting harder and faster and, somehow, harder into your core. You are burning with the ache of containing him, but your own orgasm is cosmic, making its steady approach with each brutal thrust. Hoseok wanted to live inside you, wanted to give you a child, wanted to watch you swell with him alone - and it is these thoughts that send you over the edge, the universe apart from Hoseok melting into a white. In this orgasm, there is no air, no sea, no sky - only Hoseok; his breath, his smile as you cum around him, his ecstatic laughter.
You imagine yourself pregnant, learning to contain a sun inside your womb. You imagine him laughing, hands and lips at your belly. You imagine him happy. You imagine him happy, and your orgasm moves over you with the strength of a lunar tide, the same way your tears move over your cheeks, torn between sobs of bliss and sobs of grief for a life you will not have.
Hoseok continues to thrust into you with purpose, the last of your orgasm leaving you in shockwaves as the motions of his hips overstimulate your walls. It hurts to contain him, not nearly as much as it hurts to leave him, and you dig your nails into his skin, demanding all you can from him with enthusiasm. The world is tilted on its axis as he cums inside you, wave after wave of seed spilling into your core as you stroke tenderly at the hair at the base of his neck. Teeth chattering, you mumble his name, shivering as he spills himself inside you, and you pray, woefully, that he kept his word and left you with a piece of him.
‘Mine,’ he says, stilling inside you as the last of his orgasm quakes his mortal form.
As his cock begins to soften inside you, the hand at your breast moves gently to the buttons. Your skin burns with the heat of the saliva he dripped against your neck, and he presses his cheek against your neck as he unbuttons the last of your dress. Exposed, now, to the sea breeze, your back arches slightly as the wind and his breath moves over your nipples. His hand cups your breast, too tender for the way he fucked you, and you are certain he is imagining your breasts full of milk, your body heavy, his wish granted, too.
Pulling his cock free, you both grimace at the feeling, and he removes his hand from your breast to instead smear the cum from your core that leaks from between your walls over your folds. He strokes the tips of his fingers against your slit, the stimulation making you hiss and writhe beneath him in retreat, before you are crying out his name, his fingers dipping inside to scoop his cum from your center. As he pulls his hand free, his studies his fingers carefully, smirking not unlike the devil, before he guides them over your breasts and lets it drip.
And then, without warning, he begins to write his name along your breasts.
‘I am sanctifying you,’ he explains. ‘Anyone who pulls down your clothes will find me. I have already laid claim to your temple.’
Your smile is composed entirely of sadness, a hope that has made a home of despair evident in your expression. Holding his hand in yours, you guide his soaked fingers between the valley of your breasts to your stomach, where you hold him still.
‘With any luck it will be visible here,’ you offer, hoping he cannot hear how remorse has consumed you.
Hoseok frowns. ‘My biggest fear is that you do become pregnant and that I cannot see my baby grow in you. That I won’t be able to raise our family with you.’
Furrowing your brow, you tilt your head to the side in consideration, battling the new found grief that consumes you. ‘Did you not mean it?’
‘I meant every word,’ he promises, moving his hand from your stomach to cup your cheeks. ‘I’d put twins inside you if I had any control. But you are mine, our family is mine. I curse the gods for taking it from me.’ Hoseok falls silent, and you press your cheek into his hand, turning to kiss his mount of venus in encouragement. ‘The day I met you I saw my life with you,’ he continues, so quiet, and so unlike your Hoseok. ‘You are half of my soul.’
Abruptly, Hoseok lifts himself up and pulls away from you. As he rises to a stand, he is still warmed by your touch, the glow from your magic still draped over his muscles, turning him amber and yellow. He’s incandescent, as much as a god of light as you, more regal and more royal than any man who was lucky enough to slay a beast in your name. Running a hand through his hair, he regards you with dark eyes - embers burning in his rises of lust and longing, devotion and despair. He says nothing at all as he moves, naked and vulnerable, to the back corner of the room where he gathers his tools.
‘What are you doing?’ you hum. Reaching your hand out, you curl onto your side, writhing in the pillow of your discarded clothes, beckoning him back to you. ‘Come back to me. It’s cold without you.’
He says nothing at all as he roots around, pulling out a thick screwdriver and hammer.
‘He will give you rings,’ he says, more to himself than to you.
The words come softly, barely a whisper that cuts through the air. Settling in front of the fog bell on his knees, he begins to hammer the end of the screwdriver into the metal, carving and carving.
‘He will give you flowers,’ he grits out bitterly, ‘and will see your smiles in the morning. He will bring you food and nectar, and he will watch you glow your brightest. He will watch you glow each time you remember my hands on you, my lips on you. In bed, he will watch you glow, thinking it’s him, letting his own ego grow so immense he will get off on his own power rather than you. But he won’t know, not like I do. Not like we do.’
Sitting up, you don’t bother to cover your naked body, the breeze from the sea cooling your dampened skin. Licking your lips, you watch as his muscles strain with his pound of the hammer. Brow narrowed, jaw set, and hands gripping his tools with confidence, he marks the metal with a certainty born from a man learning to combat loneliness.
‘He won’t know,’ he continues, words a grunt of demand and dominion. ‘No one will know that each time he touches you, you are comparing him to me. You will be remembering me. I want you to remember me. I want you to think of me, I want you to look for the light from this beacon, and I want you to outshine the anguish. I am destined to look for you the way so many people look for the North Star. My every storm is guided by you. So don’t you dare forget.’
The fog light spins overhead, clouds passing by and changing the refraction just enough to see the shimmer against his cheeks. Hoseok weeps as he carves, jaw unflinching, and hands steady with determination. A lump rises in the center of your throat, chest tight with the pain that comes from loving someone too much, entirely too much. Gasping for air, you move towards him, wanting his body pressed tightly against yours in comfort.
On instinct, you give him light - more light, so much light. From beneath your skin, you become torchlight, neon, candle flame; wrapping yourself around his back and shoulders, you rest your head on his shoulder and cling to him, becoming sunlight and firewood, banishing the darkness from his mind and mouth, a lamp unto his feet to lead him home. Pressing your lips at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, you feel him tremble beneath you, mindlessly leaning into you for more, endlessly more.
As you turn to watch his hands, your own tears soak the corner of your eyes.
‘Hoseok,’ you breathe, regarding his craftsmanship.
‘He can’t give you light like I can,’ he murmurs, suddenly so small and so young, weakened suddenly by the ever looming distance between you. ‘He can give you all the falsehoods of husbandry, but he can’t give you light. He can’t give it back. He is not your equal like I am.’
Beneath the careful, diligent work of his hammer and screw, your name begins to take shape, just beneath his. The markings are deep, thick scratches unlikely to erode in any substantial length of time. Wind and sea will not wipe your names away, nor snow nor sand. Not even heaven, you think, could cause your names to smear.
When he finishes, the bronze bell glimmers beneath your light, your names encased in a heart he artfully crafted. You imagine it in a wedding band - silver, and not gold. Gold, you think, is too soft and too malleable. The gods prefer it, a sign of eternal wealth and glory, but gold bends. Gold is too impermanent, value placed in all the wrong places. You would give Hoseok platinum, would give him silver, would give him bronze. If you had the power to move the earth, you would give him iron and steel, anything equally as enduring as the way you will be immortalized in ardor.
‘I can’t believe this is all I will have of you.’ Hoseok stares at your names, at the jagged lines he carved into the bell, mourning. Shoulders slumped and hands folded neatly in his lap, he laments quietly to himself as though in prayer. ‘At the end of all this, this is all I have. Your name and a memory.’
Raising your hand to his chin, you turn his face to yours, biting your lip as he cries freely, tears staining the softness of his cheeks with salt.
‘No one will have me, not like you.’ ‘He can take me, he can take my light, he can take my name, but he will never have my heart. All of me belongs to you. I am yours. Swear to me that you are mine.’
The hammer and screwdriver fall to the ground at his knees, a loud clank so disruptive for the quiet paradise you have built at the top of the lighthouse. Enveloping you in his arms, he buries his face in your neck, lips at the center of your throat - a place he has been so often this night you are determined to call it his home - tugging your hair back to make space for him.
‘I’m yours,’ he swears passionately. ‘Not a single person will have me the way I’ve given myself to you. In a thousand summers, not a single one will pass in which I’m not yours.’
The conviction in his words undoes you, your eyes wide as you stare up at the ceiling, at the base of the light, feeling as though there is no difference between the moon and the sun, not anymore. For you, they are interchangeable, each burning in an hour of love; which is to say, there will be no hour that passes in which you do not love him, no hour passing in which your light does not belong to him and his does not belong to you.
‘I wish I could stay like this.’ These affectionate speeches tumble from your lips, your mind empty of misgivings, wishing to be as honest as you are naked. ‘I wish I could stay this way, forever touching you.’
‘Time is meaningless,’ he muses, detached and distant, even as you hold him. ‘For me, this is the end of my life. There will be nothing else after this. For me, it will always be this way. My arms will always be around you.’
For him, you are glad. For him, you are relieved that there shall be no other moment than this.
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
The seaside feels like the edge of destruction after so long away from it, gravity pressing at your bones. From where you stand, the unchanging nature of the earth makes a mockery of your nerves, the past beating against your sternum like a second heart.
You are poised and still, relearning the way the earth is unforgiving compared to the heavens. Too long have you been removed from such a tangible feeling of living, such a tangible reminder that you, too, are made of flesh and blood and all the things that break so easily, just like ocean foam. Your toes bury themselves into the rocky shore, rooting yourself like a tether as a promise that you will not run away, that you will not leave - not again. As though it senses your presence, the sea rages beneath a cloudless sky, the sun’s rays reflecting off the water, illuminated without any need of you.
The lighthouse looms along the hilltop, and you worry your bottom lip as you study its eternal guardianship. All these unchangeable things, loyal without you, and yet you stand here, begging for acceptance. You can hear Hoseok’s words like an echo, words not yet spoken but you anticipate them, the lump in your throat sinister in its tenacity.
How dare you, he will shout, and the tears on his cheeks will be your parting gift. How dare you haunt me here when I did not expect you, when I had already worked so hard to give you up.
Promises in the dead of night are easy to make when the daylight has yet to take anything from you. The earth remains unchanged but you are evidence of the passage of time, and you are certain Hoseok will have warred with himself so completely your memory of him is little more than a ghost of a man who died the moment he woke to find you missing.
He used to be able to sense you here. Back when things were new and things were simple, back even at the end, he would sense your presence along the water and come running, a smile already at his cheeks in welcome. Stroking your naked hip with the tips of his fingers, he told you all about his skin would tingle when you were close, a static on his tongue that told him something too important to be contained by the earth was waiting for him. Even before he knew you, before he knew it was you, he felt it, as though he had been made just to know you, to find you.
It used to be the same for you, a pull to the shore and a lightness of being that always made you stand here, in this place, waiting. Weeks passed before either of you had any idea you were near one another, before you’d even introduced yourself, and now it is the same. Your body combats the change in gravity with strength, though you realize too much has changed in you for the weight to feel the same.
The hair at the back of your neck stands on end, rising in anticipation as the air becomes thick and heavy. You feel him approaching, a magnetic pull against your back that has your posture shifting, pulling you to your full height regardless how heavy all of you feels. Still, he doesn’t close the distance, and your lips part around a sigh, silently asking him to reach for you, to touch you.
But he won’t.
Not when he thinks you are the same as you were. Not when he thinks this is all just a memory.
Closing your eyes, you turn to face him, feeling tears burn against the lids. Hoseok makes no movement towards you, and, unable to hold back any longer, you open your eyes once more, weeping at the sight of him. Chewing at the inside of your cheek, you study the way he looks at you, the way his gaze traverses your form with a pained expression, the knot in his brow visible even from a distance. He’s far from you, far enough you cannot touch him, but he, too, remains unchanged - still beautiful, still glorious, still the sun king himself, and you choke back a bitter cry at the way it seems only you are the one who was allowed to change.
‘Hello,’ you try, offering a weak and unsteady smile.
Hoseok says nothing as he closes the distance, eyes trained at your middle, focused enough you feel him move inside you. He lets himself get close, close enough your skin calls out to his eagerly, begging him to touch you. You can smell him on the wind, the same musk, the same ambergris, the same dust that you remember, and your hands twitch at your sides, straining to reach out to him.
‘What is this?’ he manages, not looking you in the face.
‘I -’ A small cry cuts you off, and you press your hand to your lips, forcing yourself to keep your composure.
Hearing the anguish in your voice, he raises his gaze to yours and you see the way he mirrors your pain, confused and bewildered.
‘Tell me what this is,’ he whispers, fierce and demanding.
‘It’s exactly how it looks,’ you explain, feeling terribly pathetic.
It’s so simple, you know. Absolutely obvious. Your pregnant belly sticks out far enough now it leaves a distance between you, a gap where your child grows the only thing that separates you.
‘Did you come here to mock me?’ he spits, leaning forward with venom.
‘No!’ you exclaim, holding your hand up in surrender. ‘I…’ you drift off, uncertain where to begin. You decide, perhaps, it’s best to begin with the truth. ‘The baby is yours.’
Hoseok’s expression shatters, a thousand different feelings breaking over his face before he settles on disbelief and quiet rage.
‘Why would you show me this?’ he pleads, sounding so small. ‘Have I not suffered enough? You knew I wished for this and now you tease me with it?’
‘I’m not here to show you anything, Hoseok, and certainly not to cause you pain.’ It’s shocking how tired you are becoming, putting in the effort of not reaching for him, not weeping for him, not rushing to an end you both deserve. ‘They...rejected me,’ is all you manage in the end.
Hoseok sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes watering as he lowers his focus to your belly once more. ‘They stopped the wedding?’
He speaks so softly you almost do not hear him over the rolling tide, and now, you cannot be contained. In one swift motion, you reach for his hand twining your fingers together. Your hold on him is unrelenting, not allowing him a single escape. Feeling his palm against yours is all the motivation you need, a resurgence of energy you have been missing for months.
When you continue to remain silent, he narrows his brow and persists. ‘Are you unmarried?’
‘They were going to go through with,’ you explain quickly, not allowing him any room for interjection. ‘They were going to make me marry him. Daeus even said he’d give the child to a human family, make it go through a Hero’s Journey to join us back in Teylim. Gods, the fight I put up to stop that from happening. The Fate Tying went poorly,’ you finish with a sardonic grin.
Gently, you tug Hoseok against you, forcing his stomach to bump against yours. His heated breath cascades over your skin, and you sigh in pleasure.
‘The child is completely human, my love,’ you whisper, eyes searching his face. ‘The Moirai refused to untie us.’ Incredulous, you laugh, looking out over the grassy hill in wonder. ‘The old crones are always right.’
The weight of your explanation steals Hoseok’s breath, and he falls against you, clinging to you as he sobs into your shoulder. Holding him close, you remember the last time you were in this position, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt, your hands clutching him, unwilling to be removed. As though sensing the great wave of his emotion, the child in your belly stirs abruptly, pressing against your womb to get his attention.
You jump slightly at the feel of it, and Hoseok looks down, laughing, incandescent in his joy. He brings his hand to your belly, touching softly at where your child had just been, and he sniffles, looking to you and back down, cheeks reflecting the light you suddenly cannot contain.
‘It’s a girl,’ you state, always wondering how he would react to knowing he’d have a daughter. ‘Our daughter kept me with you.’
Falling to his knees, he holds your belly in his hands and presses his forehead against its peak, too overcome with emotion to utter a word. Instead, he simply breathes deeply, wrought with bliss. Lowering a hand to the crown of his head, you thread your fingers through your hair and think that this, this precise moment, is what it means to be a goddess.
