Kisses on your Chest | KTH x f.Reader
“You married Taehyung because of an arrangement between the court and your family. While the connection might seem political at first, it is very far from that. Mutual love, adoration and scorching passion make up the foundation of your union, lots of laughter and quiet nights fill everyday life. Your pleasure is of greatest importance to him, his happiness your most desirable goal. One hot summer’s day, you decide that he deserves to feel just as good as he always makes you feel, and so you ride him in your doctor’s office.”
Pairing: Army General!Taehyung x Royal Healer!Reader
Genre: Historical!AU, Royal!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Smut, Romance
Warnings: subbish!Taehyung, Domish!Reader, she is feeling herself and Taehyung is into it, kneeling & puppy eyes, first time they're doing it in cowgirl, making out, neck kisses, body worship, nipple play & licking, penetrative vaginal sex, unprotected sex 'cause historical, definite muscle kink, buff!Taehyung, sweaty!Taehyung, semi-public sex, praise & good boy kink, dirty talk, creampies, giggly aftercare
Worcount: 6.2k | Minors DNI you will be blocked & reported
a/n: y'all hopefully didn't think you've seen the last of general!tae because ya didn't LORD writing this story was a need, i'm being so serious i needed to fictionally ride him like a bull otherwise i'd have imploded. look forward to more stories with him besties 🤍 and ah! leave some comments hihihih <3
“Lady ___, what brings you here?” the owner of Moonbar asks you, surprised to see you in his establishment outside the normal opening hours.
People are cleaning around you and merchants carry in their deliveries. You are aware that you are currently not welcome here, but you have a very important reason for your visit.
“Good day. Is Lady Inna setting up already?” you ask him.
“Yes, she is.”
“Can I perhaps see her for a moment? I need to speak with her. I will even pay.”
“I shall ask. Please wait here.”
You wait by the bar, trying not to stand in the way of anyone working. Your heart is pounding. This is definitely not comfortable for you, but you must be brave. If you hadn’t been brave back then, you never would have found out how amazing life can be. You got to learn companionship, a wonderful husband and amazing sex. Such amazing sex, the kind which makes you change your stance in public when you think of it for too long.
“Lady Inna is willing to see you”, the owner’s voice rips you back to reality, reminding you not to fantasise about your husband naked and pleasured.
“Oh! Yes, thank you.”
You hurry to the back, hoping that nobody can see you. You feel less shame around your needs these days, but you still have a reputation to up hold. You would rather not be seen seeking sex advice.
Back to the sex. It is amazing. Taehyung has you regularly arching your back. He is such an attentive listener, always brimming with passion, and he takes your pleasure very seriously. To top it all off, he is the most amazing, most wonderful and sweetest husband outside the bedroom. He makes you laugh, he listens, he is kind and he loves hugs. You also love hugs. And you love him. So much.
So much in fact that you want to make him just as happy as he makes you.
“Good day, Lady Inna.”
“Good day, Lady ___. What a surprise it is to see you.”
Lady Inna does not wear her signature up-do yet, combing her long hair. She is not wearing any make-up either, looking a lot younger without it. Her rope is a bright pink and slightly out of fashion.
“I hope that I am not disturbing you”, you say, closing the door behind you.
“You aren’t. I hope you do not mind my appearance. I haven’t put on powder yet.”
“You are beautiful, Lady Inna.”
“Oh? Oh my, thank you.” She giggles and turns to you fully. “What can I do for you?”
Nervous, you sit down in front of her.
“I don’t know how to say it”, you confess.
“Perhaps I can guess it.”
“Go ahead.”
“You have troubles in your marriage and you need my advice.”
“Ah, no. The very opposite, actually. We get along well and I want to surprise my husband, which is why I need your advice because I do not know how to do it.”
“Tell me.”
“It embarrasses me to talk this way, but uhm…Lady Inna, I wish to learn how to ride my husband.”
Unlike you expected, she does not seem even the slightest bit baffled by your confession. She hums in understanding and nods her head.
“He must be a great husband if you are willing to do something for him.”
“He is. He is so wonderful.”
“Your husband is General Kim, yes?”
Your face heats up and a giddy smile tugs on your lips.
“He is”, you sigh dreamily.
“Mhhm, a handsome man. Strong as well.”
“Really strong. It makes me hot just thinking about it.” You fluster. “Forgive me, that was improper.”
“Nothing you could say is improper. I earn my money telling stories of passion, my dear.”
“That is true now that you mention it.”
She snickers, nodding her head. She is not in the slightest bit ashamed of her profession and she shouldn’t be. Now that you know how fun passion can be, you admire what she does for the women who perhaps do not have good sex in their lives. You could not imagine such a life for yourself and you feel really bad for any wife who does not get pleasured properly.
“Before I can teach you, I must know a few things. Have you ever been on top?” Lady Inna asks, flustering you. She notices, reaching out to calm you. “There is no judgement here. You can talk freely with me.”
“No, uhm, I haven’t been on top. Ever.”
“I see. Have you been on a horse before?”
“What? Why would I do that with a horse???”
“No gods, not like this. Have you ever ridden a horse the normal way?”
“Ah. This makes more sense. Yes, I have.”
“I see. Very good, then I know what to work with. Lie down.”
“Huh?”
“Lie down.”
You follow her order, albeit very confused. You get comfortable on the floor, head propped on a pillow. Lady Inna gathers her dress so that her legs are free then does the unthinkable thing of climbing your lap.
“Wait! What?!” you gasp, sitting up straight.
She puts her hands on your shoulders and pushes you back down. It knocks the air out of you, her weight on you is burning hot.
“First rule: it is terribly arousing for some men when you pin them down”, she says, running her hands along your arms. “Most are very proud of their muscles, so praise his strength as you touch him.”
She grabs your hands and puts them on her hips, lighting up your cheeks in giddiness. She is very soft.
“He will go mad if you do this.”
She begins to move on top of you, hands covering yours and eyes locked onto your face. You do not dare to breathe. Her hair falls so alluringly, her hips are so active between your hands.
“Can you feel how I move my hips back and forth?” she asks.
“Y-yes.”
“This movement is very pleasurable for you, and gives him a moment to breathe. Use it to guide his hands over your body.”
She shows you. You have never in your life felt a woman’s body as intimately as hers and you are a healer. She even makes you cup her breasts, which are very soft. Gods, you are burning up.
She drops your hands to her hips again.
“If you want to make the pleasure about him, you have to bounce on him up and down like this.”
She places her hands on your shoulders for balance and begins bouncing on your lap. You could take your hands off her hips, but you don’t, gawking at her with parted lips.
“You can control the depth in which he enters you and the speed. Another way to ride him is to bend back.”
She arches her back and puts her hands on your shins. She is more on her knees this way, exposing herself. If she was naked, you would have perfect view of her… This is too sinful to put into words. Oh, you are burning up hot.
“He can touch you this way and because you have to tense to support yourself, you are tighter.”
“O-okay.”
She straightens up again, placing her hands on each side of your head. Her hair falls loosely, framing your face. It smells sweetly floral.
“Look into his eyes, kiss him and his neck. Some men like their nipples to be touched. And most importantly, remember to switch it up if you want him to last long. Men tend to be very eager when a woman rides them.”
“Alright”, you whisper, feeling short of breath.
She smiles, “good. Now let us switch places and let me see how you move.”
It is needless to say that you leave Moonbar embarrassingly damp at the very least, properly soaked at the most. This was the most interesting, yet also highly confusing situation you have ever found yourself in. Lady Inna is truly a woman like no other.
Compromised and struggling to walk, you seek out Taehyung once you are back at the palace. He is on the training grounds, wearing nothing more than loose pants and a linen shirt. His arms are exposed, glistening in the sunlight and his hair is tied up loosely. Gods, this man is going to kill you.
He is currently lost in his training, eyes closed in concentration. With the way Lady Inna riled you up, you wish to be the sweat pearls sitting on his face.
“Mistress, hello”, Jimin greets you with a bow. He is equally as sweaty and loosely clothed. His long hair is tied back in four braids.
“Hello, general.”
Taehyung opens his eyes, gaze softening instantly. He drops the weights. The veins in his arms are bulging all the way up to his shoulders because of working his muscles. You will faint if he continues to exist.
“Beloved. What a surprise. You never visit these grounds.” He furrows. “Wait. You never visit these grounds. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
You close the distance to him, pulling him down so you can whisper into his ear. You put your hands on his upper arms unapologetically, considering for a very short moment whether you should lick his ear. Yes, you are very hungry for him.
“I’m aroused. Do you have time?” you whisper, squeezing his arms.
Taehyung steps back, eyes widened. You have never been this bold before.
“Woah. Really?”
You nod your head, staring at his lips and craving the taste of his kiss.
“What’s the matter?” Jimin asks.
“She uh, we uhm.”
“It’s embarrassing, but a very heavy patient fell in my office and I cannot lift him without Taehyung’s help. Please don’t tell anyone, it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh dear, do you need a third pair of hands? I can help.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. If Taehyung has time to help?”
“I do. Oh, you bet I do. Where did you say he was? Your office?”
“Yes, my office.” You grab his hand. “It is urgent so we should hurry.”
“Of course.”
You tug him with you. Jimin lifts his hand in a wave.
“Good luck! Call for me if you need me!”
“We will not call for him, will we?” Taehyung asks you in a whisper.
“Obviously not.”
You pull Taehyung into the office and lock the door.
“Windows.”
“Wait. Here? But I thought you said that you did not want it here in case of patients.”
“I cannot last till home. I need you right now. Close the windows.”
“Alright, wow.”
Taehyung hurries to them to follow your orders obediently. The paper screens let in the sunlight, painting the room in a warm, yellow light. He turns and startles because you are right in front of him. Craze reflects in your eyes like a feral animal, making him gulp.
“We have to be quiet”, you say.
“Okay.”
“Undress me.”
Your orders are clear and urgent. Taehyung obeys happily, albeit very confused. You have never been so boldly aroused before. At least not in public and definitely not with such dominant tones in your voice.
Because it is almost summer, you do not wear as many layers and undressing you is easier than in winter. He unlaces your jacket and helps you take off your pants. Your underwear gets discarded quickly because you joined his hands halfway through it as you could not wait any longer.
Nude and heated up, you face him. This is unbelievable to him. You, fully naked in a semi-public place. He swears that it makes him dizzy.
“Kiss me”, you order, grasping the back of his neck.
“I love your behaviour”, Taehyung says and gladly kisses you.
You moan, pressing yourself against him as close as possible. His body is so hot, increasing the fire in your stomach and the hunger of your touches.
Taehyung has a difficult time matching your rhythm today, swaying slightly because you keep pulling him closer and closer and closer. He finds balance on your butt, eliciting a needy moan from you. Your hips tilt into his touch, your hands glide down his neck and arms.
“Touch me, yes touch me”, you feed him the words, moaning with every new inch he explores.
His muscles are so hard, his skin is glistening. He makes you so fucking wet. You shove your tongue between his lips, allowing him to suck on it rather desperately. His right hand disappears between your legs, fingers parting your folds. You purr, chasing his touch with needy hips. The kiss breaks as a consequence. He did it because he needed to look at you.
“You are soaked. What the fuck happened?”
“I’ll tell you later. Get naked. I’ll do the pants.”
“I really love your attitude.”
Together, you undress him and soon he matches the state of you. The sunlight kisses your bared bodies, warming your skins and illuminating the paths of you. Sunlight on your naked bodies. What a wonderful kind of intimacy to share.
You cannot stop staring, biting your lip.
He is sporting a semi. Thick, bulging veins on his stomach lead your eyes to it. You really have to fuck him more often after a workout. He is so sexy.
Taehyung closes the distance and leans in for a kiss but you stop him.
“Get on the floor.”
“You are really different today. What did you do?” he asks, obeying your orders.
He kneels, palms facing up and eyes like that of a good puppy. His cock grows with each second, a subtle flush lies itself over his skin.
“Just something.”
“Something? Care to enlighten me?”
“Yes. Change positions. Sit.”
Taehyung obeys, looking up at you afterwards. Again, his puppy eyes are to die for. You simply have to reach down and pet his head. He smiles, tilting his head so you can pet him a lot better.
“You listen so well”, you praise, watching his cock twitch in response. Of course he would like that. He is such a lover for praise.
You lower yourself and run your hand to his arm. He inspects it, then your face, brow cocked in question. You let your body do the explaining. With your hand still on his arm, you climb his lap. Taehyung watches, breathing quickening more and more. Your bare cunt is pressing against his naked thigh. You are seriously so soaked, marking him with it.
Tingles run along his spine when you dance your hands down his arms. His neck gets touched as well, his chest next. Taehyung swears that he feels on fire when you explore him this way. The flames flicker when your hands disappear to his stomach and connect with his sensitive skin.
“Such a strong man. So muscular.”
He is heated up, abs tensing as you drag your hands up his torso. Tingles follow, more and more of his body gets covered in goosebumps.
You meet his eyes, talking to him in a sultry voice.
“I want you.”
Taehyung’s breath trembles, eyelids fluttering as he fights his emotions. Only you can manage to arouse him and fluster him at the same time.
You touch him more. His face, because he is beautiful. Taehyung exhales shakily, leaning into your palms. Your kiss on his forehead forces him to squeeze his eyes shut and whimper just a little. You are suddenly so soft with him, it weakens him so much. With a gentle tilt, you have him looking up at you.
Your adoration reflects in his lovedrunk puppy eyes, he is struggling not to absolutely crumble in your hands.
You kiss him. An actual whimper leaves him, his arms close around you tightly. Of course they do. Taehyung could survive in your arms if you let him. He told you so before. His eagerness is no surprise to you so you know exactly how to rein him back.
You let go of his face and push your elbows out, forcing his arms to open this way. The kiss breaks despite his mewl.
“Slow”, you whisper, giving him your hands to hold.
“Slow”, he breathes, nodding his head obediently.
“Good boy.”
You reward him with a chaste kiss, guiding his hands to his sides. He obeys even if it is difficult. Your behaviour is untypical. He cannot predict your actions. The unpredictability should scare him, but it doesn’t. Not with you.
Happy with his obedience, you dance your left hand to his chest. You cradle the back of his head with your other hand and with a firm push, you have him down on the floor.
Taehyung collides in an audible grunt, mouth falling open and eyes widening. His hair is messy, spreading on the bamboo mat. His cheeks flush a soft red.
“What are you doing?” he chokes out.
“You’ll see”, you say and connect your lips with his neck, hands dancing to his arms and shoulders. His taste is intoxicating, his smell alluring.
He inhales sharply, back arching off the floor and pulse fluttering. This goes down as the most amazing sensation ever. Taehyung feels as if he is floating above the clouds. This is the first time he is on his back with you on top of him. Just as it is the first time that you actively pin him down. This isn’t you. At least it shouldn’t be, so why do your movements feel so goddamn natural? You know exactly where to place your lips to make it heavenly or where to put your hands to render him useless. Taehyung swears that when you lift your head again after marking up both sides of his neck, he is dazed.
He can’t even kiss you back properly when you initiate, mewling and licking into your mouth more than he kisses.
“Mhhm, beloved”, you purr, tugging on his lower lip before kissing down his neck and chest.
You set your tongue on his salty skin and lick the sweat right off his nipple. This is heavenly, making Taehyung gasp and tense his pecs.
“You taste so good”, you growl and bite into him. Hard.
“Mistress”, Taehyung gasps in response, bucking his hips. His nipple throbs, skin burning in desire.
“Mhhm so delicious”, you lull, licking him in thick, languid strokes. Again, all of this highly untypical of you.
“A-ah, wow.”
“Mhhm, I know. Such a perfect nipple”, you say and bite into it.
Again, you never talked like this before. Let alone bit him. Taehyung swears that he can feel his heart beat in his cock. He is so hard for you. And whiney. And needy. And wet.
“Mistress, please”, he begs, writhing under you.
You sit up with your hands on his chest and arch your back so your butt sticks out, smiling down at him and fingers playing with his nipples.
“Please what?”
“Can I fuck you?”
“No.” You stub his nose. “No, I do the fucking today.”
“Huuuh???”
Taehyung looks up at you like a starstruck, eternally loyal puppy. So endearing that you would coo at him if you both weren’t so fucking wet in arousal. Cooing can wait.
You lift yourself off his lap to position yourself over his cock and wrap your hand around it, holding it in place. He is so erect, pulse throbbing under your touch.
“Get it?” you ask, rubbing yourself against him. So wet. So messy. So hot.
“Yes.” He mewls and begs with his eyes. “Yes, please. Please, please.” Okay, maybe he also begs with his mouth. He cannot help it. You have him a mess.
“How much do you want it?” you ask, giving him glimpses of heaven each time you grind your soft folds along his tip.
“So much. Please.”
“So much…this is a lot”, you coo and finally lower yourself on him.
He can’t look away, heart close to giving out and head dizzy. You sink him into your warm heaven, he does not want to miss out on anything.
“Slipped right in”, you purr, clenching around him to get the point across. Just for a second, he should get desperate for more.
Taehyung keens, biting his lip afterwards. His toes curl and you haven’t even taken him in completely.
You let go of his cock when you are halfway down, placing both of your hands on his chest. Feeling him fill you will never lose its spark. This is such a new way, which makes it as good as it does. Especially the bottoming out part. Fuck, this has you flying on clouds.
Taehyung grabs your thighs and squeezes. The pressure increases when you lift yourself again only to drop a second later. You fall into a pattern this way: with your hands on his chest and his hands on your thighs. It is a slow rhythm, calculated and meant to build tension. Just as Lady Inna taught you. Make him want more.
You stay quiet for the time being, listening to his ever-changing breathing. He is staring so intensely, mouth changing between hanging agape and pressing closed. His mind must currently be scrambled. You know that you have never done this before, so this must be a complete shock to him. Judging by how hard he is, it is good for him though.
Gods, his heart is beating so fast. How much quicker can he breathe without making a sound? Is he holding back?
You lift your hips and clench, dropping down on him this way.
“A-ah”, Taehyung lets out and throws his hands over his mouth, eyes rolling back as they close. There he is. That is what you wanted.
You repeat the movement. Up, clench, down.
He moans behind his hands, face tensing for a second before absolute bliss relaxes it again. Up, clench, down.
You swear that his voice trembles as he moans.
Up, clench, down. Circle your hips a little.
Taehyung groans, brows furrowing. They stay this way. Tense and scrunched because you have him showing you his truest face. If only he wasn’t covering so much of it…
Thankfully you know just what to do. You take his wrists and drag his hands away. His eyes open, he is confused, letting you mould him to your wishes.
“Don’t cover your face, darling. Let me look at you.”
You press his hand into the floor on each side of his head, keeping them down by grabbing his wrists. It angles you differently, tightening you naturally and making him go deeper.
His once throaty moans pitch, equalling mewls. You swear that you can watch tears form in his eyes.
“My beautiful husband. I love your face”, you whisper, hips showing him how much you appreciate him.
You pick up speed just as Lady Inna taught you. First work him up then make him see stars. That is what she told you to do, and you are more than willing to put it to the test.
Your name leaves him in a whimper. His eyes close halfway and roll back. This might very well be the most sinful he has ever looked, and you finally get it. You get what he means when he says that you look beautiful when you are in pleasure. You never really believed him, always wondering how you could possibly look good when you are making all these weird faces.
But you get it. You finally get it. This isn’t weird. This is heavenly.
Seeing Taehyung absolutely blissed out changes you as a person.
“Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful”, you press out and lace fingers with him, dragging them up the mat as you drop down for kisses. They are pinned in place above his head, squeezing you back as you kiss his neck sloppily.
He cannot do much more than moan and mewl, everything else is under your spell. He is so much stronger than you, but right now you stole him of any sort of strength.
“You feel so good, Tae”, you moan against his neck, biting it gently afterwards. Over and over again, giving him moments of relaxation where you kiss and adore. If this continues, Taehyung will explode. He swears that it is building up to immeasurable levels.
You guide your kisses to his lips, sighing when his lips try to match your needy rhythm. Although, he does more moaning and whimpering than he does kissing. You don’t mind. It’s beyond endearing. And hot. So hot. You want to taste every one of his sounds. But Taehyung is eager. Too eager.
He thrusts his hips and reminds you of his cock inside you.
You squeak, shooting up.
“No. No moving”, you gasp, “I, I have so much more rehearsed.”
“You rehearsed?” he breathes out.
“Yeah.”
“How?”
You don’t answer him, instead you sit up and get into position so you are on your knees. You put your hands on his thighs and begin your well-practiced dance.
“Fuck”, Taehyung yelps, arching his back. Skin slaps against skin, your connection sounds wet and creamy. He grasps your hips first before his big hands settle on your waist instead. He squeezes you so much that he brings it in a little. The touch is like fire.
“Please don’t slow down”, he begs.
You couldn’t. Your muscles are going to shake so much afterwards, but in this very moment you exist for pleasuring him. In this intimate moment you exist for riding him senseless. Nothing could tire you.
You roll your head back, parting your lips.
“Taehyung”, you moan, writing his name against your g-spot one bounce at a time.
Taehyung finds it difficult to stay present. You move as if you have always done this. He has never been ridden this well before. He swears that he lost all feeling in his legs and that the knot in his stomach has never felt so fiery before.
He is losing himself in you. If you hadn’t fucked him into a non-verbal, moaning mess he would declare his everlasting love for you with every bounce.
But alas he is doomed to moan and whine and whimper, wetting his temples with tears. “I love your cock, Tae. Holy fuck this is amazing.”
Your words do not make it easier to bear. Taehyung feels new flames flicker in his tummy whenever you speak.
He drags his hands to your chest, cupping your breasts. They are so soft in comparison to your pleasure-swollen nipples. He kneads and massages them, needing it to remind himself that he was not going to pass out.
“O-oh. Tae.”
He will never tire of this nickname. He can’t look, feeling you up blindly. So soft. Your nipples are hard in contrast. He plays with them, growing dizzy because his touch makes you tighter.
“___”, he moans because it is the only word he can still manage to say. If you keep bouncing on him in such a rhythm, he will burst. It is like you are jerking him off. Expect that it is a thousand times better, wetter and hotter. And softer. So soft. Oh, your pussy is so soft. Fuck, now he is focusing on how soft you are.
Taehyung whimpers, dropping his hands to your hips to stop their movements.
“Not yet, please. Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I‘m so close, please slow down”, he is whining, working oh so hard to keep you still.
Your tummy tingles pleasurably, your heart skips a giddy beat. You are making him feel that good. You didn‘t think that this would be possible, after all this is your first time on top of him and there is definitely still room for improvement.
Your instinct is to hide in him and giggle, but you are feeling kind of powerful right now. Powerful and desperate to make him whine.
“Didn’t you tell me not to slow down moments ago?”
Taehyung peels his eyes open, shock lacing his drunken gaze. Your teasing comment was unexpected, entirely scrambling his brain.
You snicker and caress his cheek, shifting on top of him so the penetration is slightly changed again.
“Make up your mind, darling husband”, you coo, rolling your hips back and forth. He is still buried deep inside you, getting hugged by your warm walls.
“What the fuck is happening today?” Taehyung mewls.
“I am feeling like it”, you lower yourself, hands pushing his arms above his head again and breasts squeezing against his chest. Your feet press to the side of his thighs this way, your soft cunt is so tight around him.
“Who are you?” he whispers, staring into your darkened, sultry eyes.
“Your wife”, you coo and kiss his neck. You made him so sensitive and sore with your earlier bites that Taehyung’s only way to handle it is by bending his knees and pressing his feet into the ground. He almost throws you off him, resulting in you squeezing down on him and lifting your lips.
“No.” You slap his chest very softly. “Bad boy. Don’t be a bad boy.”
He drops his knees, eyes filling with tears.
“It’s so difficult to stay still. I’m so sensitive”, he whines, writhing on the floor.
“Try to. Doctor’s orders.”
He gasps, eyes widening.
“You are insane.”
“You tempted me”, you coo and kiss his lips before straightening back up.
You get to your knees properly and pick up the fast rhythm of before. One hand is on his stomach, feeling him up and enjoying his twitches. The other hand is on his knee, keeping it down and supporting yourself. Lady Inna spoke of riding horses and, well, the only thing you are riding today is your husband. And oh you are galloping right now, movements precise and greedy. You are reaching your limit, both physically and as far as your own high is concerned. Your muscles shake each time you lift yourself, your legs tremble whenever you take him back inside and he presses to your sensitive spots.
“Yes Tae, yes. I fucking love this. Your cock’s amazing. So fucking amazing.”
But you cannot stop. Ignore the fatigue, focus on the pleasure. You want to continue until your cunt knows his cock by heart. Or inch by inch in her case.
Gods, you really love having him inside, giving him a good show of it as well. So wet and creamy.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, ho-holy fuck”, Taehyung is barely breathing, using what little air he has to voice his shock.
“Yeah… so good, your cock’s so fucking good”, you agree, arching your back sensually.
Your breasts bounce, your stomach tenses and your face is glowing in pleasure. The sunlight bounces off your skin and hair, sweat glistens in the crevices. Your cunt is sinful in comparison. Stuffed to the brim with cock, lips swollen and stretched, and juices smearing all over his length.
“Mistress, holy fuck.”
“Good boy. Good boy with the best cock”, you lull, entirely sex drunk and blissed out.
You are insane. A temptress. The very goddess of sex having come down to make his life a pleasurable heaven.
Taehyung throws his arm over his mouth and bites into it. These walls are way too thin. He cannot scream.
He remembers when you made him promise to never ever seduce him in your office. Where did this version of you go? Why can’t you be more like her? Because Taehyung is losing himself. It is building up rapidly and aggressively.
He reaches for your waist, biting down harder at the feeling of you. It is going to happen and it will happen regardless of whether you slow down again or not. He cannot drag it out any longer.
You know that it will happen. You have never seen him bite his own arm before. His muscles are tense, his veins are bulging and his big hand is balled to a fist.
“Do you have to, beloved?”
He nods his head, squeezing your waist.
His cheeks are squished up, flushed and glistening. His eyes are barely there because he squeezes them shut so tightly.
Curious, you lean slightly forward and play with his nipples.
Taehyung squeaks and arches his back. He drops his arm, head rolling to the side so he can lick his own skin. His muscles are bulging, his tongue is so pink in comparison to his honey skin. His pits are exposed like this. All natural and masculine. What a fucking view. This is changing you.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
You want to get him there. Watching his orgasm is the one thing you need to reach your own. You massage and pinch his nipples, tightening around him because you are getting very close yourself.
“Holding out for so long, I’m so proud of you.”
“Mistress please.”
“Don’t stop on my account. Be a good boy.”
Taehyung swears that he blacks out for a second. He takes your left hand and presses it over his mouth, muffling the uncontrollable yelp you force out of him. His thick, hot orgasm shoots up into you. His cock throbs and twitches.
“Good boy, such a good boy. Give me your pinnacle”, you encourage him.
Lead by only one thing, pleasure, Taehyung thrusts up. Hard and rough.
“Beloved, now”, you whimper, dropping your head as your own high hits you. You love sex with him so much.
“Kiss me please”, he drags you down, rutting up into you as you orgasm around him. The kisses you share are sloppy and wet.
You could do this forever.
But alas a human orgasm only lasts this long and your muscles finally give up on you afterwards.
“Ah shit.”
You drop onto him, lying on him in frog position. Your face is pressed to his neck, your heart beats just as quickly as his’.
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” He hugs you. “What the fuck?”
This was better than you imagined it. You feel high, drunk and soaked in endorphins.
And also, very tired, spent and sore. Your hips are starting to cramp up.
“I am going to cramp.” You sit up and attempt to climb off his legs. You squeeze his orgasm out of you accidentally, knees shaking so much that you collide with the floor rather clumsily.
“Shit, fuck. Sorry. Ouch.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Just made a mess. O-oh no my legs are weak, I cannot get up.”
Taehyung laughs breathily, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“Fuck.” He smiles so bright. “You’re seriously insane.”
You snicker and settle on your elbow, facing him sideways. You love him so much.
“I don’t think I can walk in the near future.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
You rub his stomach, making him drop his arm and look at you. You wipe his past tears, grinning at him proudly.
“What the fuck did you do this for?” he asks.
“Just so. Why?”
“I wanted to scream.”
“Oh? Wow, I had hoped that you would. I’m happy.”
“I’m not, I’m in shock.”
You snicker, “was it really this good?”
“Yes. Where did you learn to move like this?” he asks, barely keeping his eyes open. If he was any less obsessed with your face, he would have already closed them. But alas he does not want to miss out on anything.
“I went to Lady Inna and she showed me.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because I asked her to.”
“Why??”
“Because you always make me feel so good and I wanted to return the favour.”
“Oh.” His face becomes beet red.
The view makes you laugh and cradle his face so you can kiss it everywhere.
“You are adorable. Do I fluster you, beloved?”
“Yeah, so much”, he sighs, heart beating in his giddy chest. He loves being adored. “And you arouse me like no other.”
Your gaze softens, “yeah? What did you like the most?”
“Apart from everything? When you leaned back and arched your back.”
“Lady Inna said that you would like that.” You kiss his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest. “When I ride you again, you could try playing with my clit.”
“Hot. You are so hot. Oh gods, you’re going to make me want to go again.”
You laugh and kiss him.
“Your hunger must wait. If I used my legs right now, they would fall off. Look.” You show him how they shake with the slightest movement.
“You are going to be so sore tomorrow.”
“Most definitely, but it was worth it. I had so much fun.”
“Me too.” He rolls to his side, resting his head on his hand. “I’m so happy that you are so comfortable with sex these days.”
You lie down, facing him in the same position.
“Me too. I feel so free when I’m with you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“But also you have to be less free. What you did right now should be illegal. Wow”, he jokes and pretends to faint, making you laugh loudly.
“Never. You created a monster that is insatiable, so feed me”, you say and snuggle into him, burying him halfway under you
Which is perfectly fine for him. Taehyung is exactly where he wants to be.
“And there is nothing I can do to still the hunger?”
“Nothing. Especially looking like this, you royal banquet you”, you say and bite him playfully.
Taehyung giggles, heart bursting in his chest. He loves being adored.
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