Aera's POV
Kim Taehyung was a beast that had taken the form of an angel. I had long since realised that. I was unaware that he could also be grey in the middle, though. What a morally dubious basterd. And he is currently demonstrating that by suckling my mouth into his.
His kisses have always been so powerful and sinister that they manage to engulf me. But occasionally, he will kiss me more slowly and sweetly than honey. Which always manages to make my toe curl in pain and body ache for his mare touch. Key point being 'occasionally'. By that, I mean hardly ever.
Unfortunately, today is not that day. He is consuming me today just like a priest consumes his prayers. Today, I am his pray. I'm being punished by my priest because I disobeyed him. Is it odd that I enjoy—no, scratch that—love his punishments? And he hasn't even begun. Probably.
He kissed me as if I were his final hope for salvation and he couldn't bear to part with me. He was tongue-fucking me in my mouth as his tongue swirled with mine and his lips swallowed mine. I got my fingers tangled in the fine hairs on his nape. He made a grunting noise in my mouth. He always loved whenever I touched him during our intimate times.
He pushes me up against the wall to give me more support, and as he does so, his hand that is currently squeezing my ass slides to where I want it the most. His hands rubbed against my folds, absorbing my moisture onto his flesh.
He backed away from my lips as our chests heaved in unison. "You're so fucking drenched" he hovers his fingers on my entrance, his touch gentle, torturous, teasing. "Does getting punished by me turns you on my lady bug?"
Without waiting for my response, he simultaneously inserted two fingers inside of me. I wailed in delight at his touch. It's been forever, my God. His touch eluded me.
His mouth smears wet kisses and bites from my jaw to my neck and collarbone. He thrusts his fingers into me in an unrestrained pace as he bites the skin around my collarbone.
"Oh...oh god.." I moan out loud. The sound echoing between the bathroom walls. His face is covered in water rivulets, giving him an exotic appearance. The steam from the bathroom surrounds him like a halo, giving him a godlike appearance.
My lower stomach starts to itch, as I tighten my thighs around his waist. I'm so close. Too close. a little bit more just a little-
My chanting gets drenched as he pulls his fingers out completely. He left me feeling angry, and I'm sure I didn't hide it well since he looked at me in his diabolical guise and smirked.
"It's your punishment, so try not to get upset, my bug. It shouldn't be this good, hmm?"
"I swear I'll kill you kim taehyung" I voiced my frustration out.
He chuckled devilishly in his dark sinister honey voice, "I would love to get killed by you. However, before that," He paused as he set himself up against my walls. He practically whispered seductively in my ear. "You'll get thoroughly fucked by me."
He penetrates me with a one, powerful thrust. He buries himself balls deep inside of me. My eyes roll back, and I gasp aloud as my nails snag his shoulder blades. At the same time as he grunts, his hand tightens its grip on my nape. "You're so fucking tight my bug" he picks his pace as he hammers inside of me. "Just as I fantasised for a fucking month." He grunts in the crook of my neck.
He's been fantasying about me? Oh god, the mental image of him touching himself and jerking off to my image is such a turn on. I'm sick. I think I've lost it. Yup definitely. For sure.
My back repeatedly strikes the wall from the power of his thrusts. I enjoy each one of them. I move my hands across his back, leaving trail marks as I dredge my nails along the flesh. He's not the only one who gets to mark me.
He growls against my skin, but doesn't stop. Instead, he quickens his tempo, slams into me with increased vigour, pushes me against the wall, and uses his tongue to lick the wetness from my cheek.
"I see you want to mark me too my bug, even if you didn't.." he bites down my earlobe and moves his free hand between us to stroke my clit with his thumb "I am already yours, just like you're mine"
And then I come. The force of his ponding and the meaning behind his each words bring me over the edge. I scream and moan so hard as I release. When Kim Taehyung squeezes my neck as he whispers, "Moan my name," I do so while getting goosebumps from his commanding voice. "Tae...taehyung...Kim taehyung"
That's when he empties his load inside me with a deep throated groan. Thank god I have been on shot or else I wouldn't even remember keeping precautions. My hands slackly cling to his sides as my head sags against the crook of his neck. He securely grips me in his arms; if not, I would probably turn to jelly in the watery pool on the tiles.
Before the water washes it away, I can still feel his come on my skin for a brief while. We remain there for what feels like a full minute, or more accurately, he remains there while I cling to him like a koala bear. We were tangled up in each other as the water lashed down on us.
He strokes my back before placing me gently on my foot. I wince in pain at the time and lean against the wall with my back to it for support. When he sees me sore with wobbly legs, a proud smile appears on his face as if he had won the world war.
"You're like this, my bug. with just one round? Not what I expected from you" He mockingly clicked his tongue.
I scowled at him as my voice was much hoarser than I had anticipated. "Who is to blame for that? I also didn't expect you to run wild like that."
He grinned in his typically sinister manner. "It's just the starting my bug. In comparison to my inner beast, that was nothing."
I bet it wasn't. God, how does he dance for three to four hours at a performance and yet have such stamina? So I suppose it means nothing to him. With my endurance, I would pass out on stage.
I sigh and shake my head at him as he grabs the shower jel and loofa from the stand and starts washing me gently from my upper body. This is my favourite part. He runs wild during sex but the in the after process he's totally opposite of wild. His gentle touch always makes me forget about my soreness and how he teared my body apart during sex.
His aftercare is like a panacea for my pain. A pleasurable pain. A pain which he gives me first before curing me, just to cycle that process again and again.
I watch him wash and dry clean me with a towel in complete silence. He then carries me to the bed in the bridal position. He sets me on the bed and returns to the small closet in his hotel room to get one of his black t-shirts.
In my lap, he throws his T-shirt. "Put it on." I obey his instructions and remark, "You know, I have my clothes with me." His T-shirt is long enough on me to finish right under my upper thighs. And I'll ignore the fact that I'm fully naked underneath.
He positions himself next to me on the bed in his black sweatpants and bare chest, his eyes narrowing as he does so. "You're saying you don't like wearing my clothes?"
I mumble under my breath, "I didn't say that," as I slump onto his side of the bed and face him.
He also turns to face me and asks, in a smug tone, "So you do like wearing those huh?"
My cheeks swell with blood as I struggle to speak. "I-I didn't say t-that either."
I didn't notice I was looking everywhere else and not him until he grabbed my chin and made me look at his handsome face. "My stolen T-shirts and hoodies says something else in your closet at the dorm my lady bug."
My eyes widened with shock "you..y-you.."
"Checked your closet? Yes. After all I had to find my little thief's secret fantasies with my clothes, no?"
As I gape at him in disbelief, I try to speak but can only open and shut my mouth like a fish. He figured I stole his clothes.
I had assumed that he wouldn't even be aware that his clothes were missing. Rich people thing you know. But he once again disproved my point. I simply stole his clothes so I could wear them on evenings when he wouldn't be around and I could smell him through his clothes, not because I had any dreams about doing so. It somehow felt...safe. Even being only with his scent, felt safe.
He chuckles at my bewildered expression as he pecks me on the lips and murmurs the word "adorable" while wearing an adoring smile, which always makes my heart skip a beat or two.
I finally manage to speak, clearing my throat as I do so. "Well, if you're merely telling me this to get them back, then it won't happen. You know they're mine now. I won't trade them for anything."
His smile didn't flatter as he spoke with the same expression as he was looking at his whole world. "For anything huh?"
"Uh-han, none"
As he brushes my still-damp hair away from my face, his smile broadens. "You are welcome to keep all of my clothes; I won't be taking them back."
I squeal like a little kid as my eyes enlarged with delight. "Really!? Even if they are pricey!?"
I restrained myself from purring like a cat as he stroked my hair and continued to chuckle while caressing it. "Your boyfriend has enough money for five lives my bug."
I stopped functioning at the word 'boyfriend' as soon as he spoke. Although he admitted he didn't care about tags, he still referred to himself as my boyfriend, only for me. I'm dating this guy. Oh my God, I'm no longer a teenager, so why do I still want to leap on this bed and proclaim loudly to the world that he is my boyfriend? Like THE kim taehyung is my boyfriend, And that makes me his girlfriend. I'm THE kim taehyung's girlfriend. Lord, that sounds so preposterous.
My eyes sting with tears of happiness but I controlled them not to shed a tear in this happy moment. I smile at him as he gave me the greatest gift of my life and tangled my self around him. My hands and legs were wrapped around his torso and shins, and I had my head resting on his chest just over his heart. He tightens his hold on me as he strokes and plays with my hair. "Yes, my boyfriend really is wealthy." My voice is awe-filled as I talk.
He doesn't respond, but I can feel his smile as he kisses the top of my head and hear his heart thumping hard behind my ear.
He finally manages to speak after a few beats of silence. "I'm sorry, I got mad at you for not coming on the tour; I know it wasn't your fault. But I still got angry at you because i-" he abruptly stops and breathes harshly.
"Because you what?" I speak in hushed tones.
He doesn't respond right away, and I almost think he'll build his walls again and refuse to answer me, but I'm proven wrong when his next words reach my ears. "I felt you wanted to leave me and was looking for a way to escape out from me."
My breath hitched "why would you think that?"
His silence filled the room once more, but he didn't duck my question this time. "Because someone did it before. Someone close and important to me abandoned me like rubbish on the side of the road; he was like a father figure to me. He looked after me like no one else. I had grown far too attached to him, and then he left me without a word or a glance. Nothing."
My heart was burning for him, but I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Who was that?"
His fingers pause in my hair for a fraction of a second before continuing. "The first manager of BTS"
I moved my head back to look at him as I ask "is that why you changed after he left?" He nods and stares me in the eyes. That says it all. All the pieces of the puzzle gets solved in my head one by one. Why he never liked any of the new managers and tortured them enough to force them to leave the company. That's why he was rude to me and tortured me as well. That's why he cut himself off from everyone.
He got unpleasant to everyone and stopped caring before they did. The reason for his change was not the death of his grandparents, but the departure of the person who was closer to him than his own parents.
The company most likely did not publicise the issue, which is why no fans or media outlets mentioned it.
"I will never, and I mean never, leave you, tae," I say with my palm on his cheek. "Not like that. Never. I will always be with you. Remember that."
He looks at my face for a few seconds before relaxing his muscles beneath me. He presses his palm against mine and kisses it as if my words meant everything to him. They did, indeed. I meant every word I said. I would never abandon him as his manager did. Never.
He was my king and I would do everything in me to not let his empire break.
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