The door closed, making a loud click. Y/N took a sharp breath. Taehyung noticed. He didn't move to the bed yet. He watched her. He looked at the color rising on her neck and the way she bit her lip. Then, he touched the base of her neck. Her body arched with the touch.
He traced her spine through her shirt. His other hand rested on her hip. She shivered. He whispered, "Tell me to stop."
She shook her head.
"Use your words, baby."
"Don't," she whispered. "Don't stop."
He turned her to face him. His eyes were intense. He held her face and whispered, "Mine." Then he kissed her.
The kiss was passionate. It was a mix of heat and pressure. She tasted like mint and wine. He kissed her until she was breathless. He walked her backward to the bed.
He knelt over her. He took his time. He lifted her shirt. The air made her skin cold. He said, "So pretty." He touched her breast. She gasped. He kissed her there.
He unhooked her bra. He looked at her. He lowered his head and kissed her breast.
It felt electric. She cried out. He touched her, and she whispered, "Fuck. You're soaked."
He pulled down her leggings and panties. He looked at her. She was bare. He sat back, watching her. He took off his shirt. He was muscular and handsome. He unbuttoned his jeans. His erection was hard. Y/N was stunned.
He moved between her legs. He kissed her again. He touched her.
"Taehyung—"
"I know." He kept touching her. "You're so ready for me." He slid a finger inside her. She moaned. He kissed her. "Come for me."
She climaxed, her body shaking.
He didn't stop. He started again. "Again," he whispered. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
He withdrew his fingers. He kissed her. He entered her. He breathed hard.
"Look at me."
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she sobbed. "I belong to you."
He pushed inside her completely. He was deep inside her. He began to move.
It was a slow, deep rhythm. He angled his hips. They kissed.
"You feel like heaven."
She climaxed again. Her body shook. He climaxed too.
They stayed there, close. The room smelled of sex and them. He moved and held her. He whispered, "Stay."
It wasn't a question. It was a plea for her to stay. She heard how much he needed her in that one word.
"Always," she whispered. Her arms wrapped around him tightly. He shivered.
He didn't say anything. His hand stopped moving on her shoulder. Then, he held her head, pulling her closer. His heartbeat sped up, like he was nervous.
The silence was tense. The words "stay" and "always" hung in the air. They were huge and final. The feeling between her legs was fading. The smell of their bodies filled the room. Reality was coming back.
He turned to face her, still holding her. Light from the window showed his face. His eyes were focused, searching. He wasn't just looking at her, he was looking for something.
"Say it again," he whispered, his voice broken.
She touched his face. "Always, Taehyung."
He sighed. He held her hand and kissed each fingertip. Then he kissed her palm. It felt like a promise.
"You're shaking," she said.
"I know." He pulled her close, skin to skin. He smelled her neck deeply. "You smell like me."
She did. She was marked by him. "Is that what you wanted?"
"Yes," he said. "No." He didn't know. He just needed her.
He needed to feel she was his. He didn't have control here, just touch and truth.
He moved his hand down her body, like he was trying to hold all of her. He touched her gently. "Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"Tell me the truth."
"You didn't hurt me." She guided his hand back. "You feel that? That's not hurt."
She was still wet and sensitive. His touch made her hot again. "You're still..." he began.
"Aching," she finished, "for you."
He kissed her deeply. It wasn't the same hungry kiss from before. This was quieter, more desperate.
When he stopped kissing, they were both breathing hard. He rested his head on hers. "I can't get enough of you. It's a problem."
"I don't want you to get enough."
He smiled. "Greedy."
"You made me this way."
His smile faded. "Yeah."
He touched her, and she gasped. "Shh. Just feel it." He watched her face. He was learning her all over again. "You're so responsive. Every time. Like it's the first time."
She felt the feeling build up inside her. He was making her come again. She held his shoulder tightly.
"That's it," he whispered. He kissed her. "Let it happen. I want to feel you come just from my hand."
She came, her body shaking. He held her until it was over.
He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Mine," he whispered.
She could only nod, tired and happy.
He held her close, like two puzzle pieces. His body was against hers.
The room was dark. This was their safe place. The world outside didn't exist here.
"When I'm on stage," he said, "sometimes I smell something and I'm not there anymore. I'm here. In this bed. With this smell."
She held his hand. "This is real."
"Don't let go," he whispered, about to fall asleep.
She held on. To him. To the moment. To the promise of "always" that was both happy and sad, between their breaths.
"Again?" He whispered near her ear. His hand moved down her body.
She didn't speak. She arched her back, pressing against him.
He made a sound, like a sigh. He touched her, then looked at his fingers. "You're wet." He showed her. "For me. Again."
He didn't ask. He just knew. He moved closer, and they both gasped. She was still excited from before.
"Look at me," he said.
She looked at him. His eyes were dark. He pushed into her slowly. It felt intense.
"Eyes on me," he said, holding still. He watched her face.
He went deeper. It felt amazing. He saw her pain and pleasure.
When he was all the way in, he kissed her. Then he started moving slowly.
It was a deep rhythm. Each move made her moan. The sounds filled the room.
He held her close. He put his hand in her hair, making her look at him. He owned her.
"You feel so good," he said. "Like you were made for this."
She was. She felt only him. Pleasure built with each move.
He touched a spot that made her cry out.
"There?" he asked. He did it again.
"Fuck Y/n"
Her third climax began. She couldn't look away from him. Her body clenched around him.
He swore, then moved faster. He came with a groan.
She came again, too.
They stayed still for a moment. He kissed her shoulder.
He pulled out. He looked at her face. He looked tired.
He moved down the bed. He held her legs.
"Taehyung, you don't have to—"
He stopped her with a look. Then he kissed her there.
His tongue was gentle. He explored her. He groaned. It felt amazing.
Her fourth climax came. It was gentle and soft.
He kissed his way back up to her. He kissed her mouth. He held her close.
Then Y/n laid on Taehyung with her mouth licking his dick and Taehyung licking her vagina. After sometime, Taehyung again inserted his big dick in her pussy, and Y/n was in dog style pose moaning. Their thirst was showing how much needy they were for each other.
Taehyung fucking harder n harder n harder, then she laid down with her back down and Taehyung touching his dick and applied his saliva on it and again inserted him inside her.
While thirsting, he hovered her and started sucking his boobs aggressively along with fucking each other so badly.
Then he sweet liquid came out from his dick and burst into her pussy and he again moved his back.
After sometime, he stopped but still when his dick was in her pink pussy, both of them were breathless.
The room was quiet. The sheets were wet.
He spoke into her hair. "If this is a problem… I don't want to fix it."
She knew he meant to stop.
She held him tighter. They chose the problem. They chose the feeling. They knew morning would come, and they wouldn't talk about it.
She turned to him and kissed him. It was an intense kiss, like she was taking control. Her tongue tasted him, and she knew everything about him. He was surprised at first, but then he kissed her back.
He held her face and kissed her slowly. It felt like they were one person. When she stopped kissing, they looked at each other. He whispered, "Again."
She kept kissing him until they were both breathless. She felt him against her. She laughed a little.
"You can't," she whispered.
"Watch me," he said. He moved her leg and they were close together. They both gasped. He didn't go all the way in. He just rubbed against her. It felt good.
"Taehyung."
"I know," he said. He kissed her neck. "You're still soft for me." He went in a little bit. She felt amazing.
He stayed there and breathed. He was trying to make it last.
"Move," she begged.
He said, "Not yet." He touched her in a way that felt perfect.
She felt pleasure building slowly. She cried out as she came.
Then he started moving inside her. His movements were slow and deep. She had to open her eyes and look at him. He was everywhere, in her, around her.
Then Taehyung lays on bed and Y/n gets up and sits on his dick and moves her hips, her boobs moving like hell and giving fuckin' pleasure to Taehyung.
Tae: Ah!! Fuck me Y/n fuck me
Y/n: It's…so good ah! (she moans)
"This is the only thing that's real," he said.
She believed him. She wrapped her legs around him and they went deeper. He started to lose control. He kissed her hard.
"Come with me," he said.
She came again. He shouted and finished. She felt weak.
He fell on top of her. They lay there, tired.
After a while, he pulled out. He held her close.
He whispered, "It's a problem."
They both understood. They held hands.
He said, "I don't care."
The sun started to rise.
She closed her eyes and held him. For now, they were safe. The only thing that mattered was his heart beating against her.
Both of them were super tired, then they just slept in each other's warm embrace.