Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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Taehyung POV

"Oh fuck, keep going," I sigh breathlessly as he slams into me rhythmically.

I place my hands haphazardly on his shoulders for whatever leverage it offered and continuously screamed pleasurably into his neck as he pounded my prostate, leaving me a cursing, panting and eager mess.

I felt my climax quickly approaching and hot milky strings of cum shooting generously from cock confirmed such.

Nonetheless, he continued his assault on my prostate, hitting that one sweet spot and making me gear up for a second time, my length plumping up once more as he sucked my hardened nipple hard.

I winced in gratifying pain when his hand worked purposefully on me, earning a scream that seemed to go on forever.

He moves his hand quick from my cock to my hair and tugs hard.

"Fuck. . .faster! Faster daddy!" I managed to spit out through clenched teeth.

He complied and if I actually used to care about bedroom walls and floor, I certainly couldn't give two fucks at that moment as he drove me over a cliff and I fell hard as I released yet again and he, inside me.

By far, the best make up sex we've ever had.

I wasn't really gonna let him go and even if I was, he sure as hell would've had to leave something or the other.

I watched as some of his cum oozed out from my ass and onto the sheets.

He pulled me roughly onto his damp chest and kissed the top of my equally damp head, my legs on either side of his hips and I began grinding playfully on top of him.

And then I stop.

Past memories and moments of me and Jimin had come rushing back to me, placing me in a state of guilt.

I had now understood exactly why Yoongi was acting out, though I tried to make myself not care.

But I do, I do care.

I do want him as much as he can be a pushy pain in the ass.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him, even if it meant living no proper life.

I want to hold him so close that the minute he moves even a mile away, he'd get sick of the distance between me and him.

Truth is, that's how I always felt about him.

I never understood the repercussions of flinging myself away from him and into another man's arms and now that I understood it, I wanted desperately to just leave or better yet, die.

I hated the gut feelings I got every time I allowed my mind to run back to him, to savor him, to relish on the great times we had.

And it was yoongi who had been by my side since Jimin left.

So to say that I was beginning to fall in love with him would be completely unfair to him because I most certainly assured myself a long time ago that my heart belonged somewhere else, with someone else.

And because I wasn't ready to experience life as a single man, I hauled yoongi in the picture and without even knowing, I forced myself into thinking that I had feelings for him.

I was wrong and now that I see it, I felt terrible.

I was left with two options and none of them reassured me any happiness.

I could either stay in this loveless relationship with yoongi, knowing that I'm doing him wrong or I could leave and pursue one that I'd been dreaming so long about with Jimin but risk him not wanting me anymore.