A/N: Another NSFW chapter.
I doubt it will happen this weekend but once I hate 10,000 votes I will be doing a extra chapter. I'm currently under 9.4k.
Edited 7/22/20 because I made a mistake. I'll point out where that mistake was after the chapter.
I'm frowning at Tae. I'm not upset, but I am borderline annoyed, and I hate that it's being directed at him (unintentional or not). I really do. But I am not getting this at all. "Why does there have to be two sets of numbers? As if this language doesn't have me confused enough half the time."
He attempts to soothe me with a hand in my hair at the base of my skull. His skilled fingers massage at my scalp, which in turn does make me feel a bit better. It doesn't make me any less frustrated though. "The native numbers are used for numbering items and age. The Sino-Korean numbers are used for dates, money, addresses, phone numbers. There also isn't much counting beyond 100 in Native Korean. The numbers for one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred million, and one trillion exist though."
I frown up at him again. "Tae, I love you. But that isn't helping me." I frown. "Honestly, I think I am starting to get a headache." A headache that should either be soothed by his ministrations or at least be kept at bay by them.
He frowns at me which has my own frown growing wider in response. I hate to see him frown. I hate to see any of them frown but there is something exceptionally gut wrenching about seeing someone so full of joy, like Tae, frown like that.
Luckily I don't have to see that frown for long. He takes it away with him when he promptly gets up and starts shuffling in my bathroom for something. I'm honestly not surprised that he is surely trying to find something to make me feel better. I imagine they have probably stored all kinds of necessities in the cabinets and drawers that I haven't thought to look for yet. He comes back with a couple of pills, luckily I already have a bottle of water sitting on the side table. "Okay, we will postpone counting in Korean for now."
Hallelujah!
"How about colors next then?" He opens the side table drawer and pulls out a deck of cards.
I arch an eyebrow at him. "When exactly did you put those there?"
His deer caught-in-headlights moment almost has me laughing, which I definitely needed after that literal headache of a lesson. But instead I shake my head. "You aren't in trouble. I keep meaning to let you all know that I don't mind an open door policy regarding my room. At least for the most part anyway. I am sure there will be reasons that the door is locked occasionally." I shift in discomfort as a blush starts staining my cheeks. Luckily he doesn't address the reason for said blush and instead focuses on tutoring me once again.
The next part of the lesson he first shows me each color and reads the hangul on the back, having me repeat it. "These might honestly come in handy. I might have to make some for myself. Of course I will have to write the words in romanticized Korean since I can't read or write hangul."
Tae chuckles lightly. "It's Romanized, but I definitely like your version better." I grumble to myself for a second before he kindly reminds me, "Angel, the term comes from the representation of Korean in Latin script. The languages considered 'romance languages': French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian are all derived from Latin themselves. So, your misrepresentation isn't all that inaccurate."
I sigh. "Thank you for that. I suppose."
He takes a moment to remember what I said. "But yes regarding flash cards. I'll remember to prepare some for you before our next lesson. For now though I think it's time to test you on each word." He tucks the flash cards away and does the same type of quiz in our last lesson.
"I'll start easy. Borasek."
I smile at him. "Purple."
Honestly this quiz goes a lot better than the last in my opinion. I guess I nailed colors. Well, understanding them at least. Some of the words are exceptional tongue twisters. I doubt I will have orange (juhwangsaek), pink (bunhongsaek), or black (geomjeongsaek) pronounced correctly for a while, but I imagine I will understand them if I hear someone utter them.
Once we are done with that little quiz session he points at the flashcards. "I'll get the romanized written on these for you and bring them back sometime soon. Did you want to move on to more lessons? I don't have any more flashcards prepared, but I can easily wing it."
I shrug. "Sure, I think I did well enough with colors that I can move on to something else."
I don't realize the next lesson is going to be hands on until I feel him gently cupping my face in his hands. "Eolgul. Face." I repeat him which has him nodding.
He cups my cheeks tenderly. "Ppyam. Cheek."
Of course this one is harder but I repeat him again as I feel a blush start to rise in my cheeks when gently traces his fingers over them.
He leaves his left hand where it is and sweeps downward with his right hand cupping my chin in his gentle hold. "Teok. Chin." That one isn't too bad. I think to myself as I repeat him.
He releases my cheek with his left and pans both of them further down. Either side gently massaging my neck. "Mok. Neck."
"That will probably be one of the easiest to remember." I say with a smile before I repeat him.
I'm sure he is going to go back to my mouth and address my lips but he bypasses them completely. His fingertips instead stroking gently across my eyebrows. "Eyebrows. Nunsseop." I frown slightly which has him stroking my eyebrows again, this time I am sure he is trying to soothe away the wrinkle that appeared between them. I still manage to repeat him and not completely mangle the word. I guess the word for neck had me imagining the rest of the lesson would be easy.
Once I feel the wrinkle coaxed away I feel his fingertips pad around the hollow of my eye. He traces the tip just below each eye gently. "Nun. Eyes."
I had asked him about plurals during our first lesson, and he told me that typically there isn't really a grammatical way to distinguish plural nouns except for some references regarding people or animals. Then deul is sometimes added to the end. Once again, I feel in a maelstrom of confusion, but I don't want the headache to reappear so I chose to mentally lock that question away and revisit it later.
The next destination his fingertips visit has my concentration going a bit wonky. His gentle touch stroking over the shell of each ear. "Gwi. Ears." When I attempt to repeat him this time it's obvious that my concentration has become askew. The timbre of my voice garbled due to the myriad of mewling whimpers inadvertently uttered in response to his ministrations. Get it together. He is only gliding his fingertips down your earlobes.
I can only imagine his next reaction is due to my own growing excitement, and how he is enthusiastically responding to it as if it's his own, or it's also possible that he had this all mentally staged in his head and he planned to plant his lips on mine during this part of the lesson all along. All, I personally know for certain in that moment is that my thoughts are completely obliterated, and his own lips are magic. His kisses are both hungry and enthusiastic while still being instinctively loving. When I feel like I need to breathe he will break away for a moment to let me do so, kiss the corner of my mouth while I inhale and exhale. Then come back and start coaxing me back into the inferno once again. I think he thinks both of us are starting to get carried away when he pulls away the next time and smiles against my lips. His words come out low and raspy, much like his gorgeous singing voice. I imagine this is due to how affected he is by our shared kisses even though he doesn't outwardly show any frustrations. "Ibsul. Lips."
I repeat him, because at this point it is pretty much a habit to do so. But, I pull him back to me because I don't seem to have the same level of restraint as he does at this point and continue exploring his lips with my own. I don't even register that I have tangled my fingers through his hair until he is coaxing me gently so my back is flush against the mattress. He must have been restraining himself a bit before because now he kisses me even more thoroughly and enthusiastically. I honestly lose track of everything outside of his kisses. The room could catch on fire and I probably wouldn't even notice. Okay maybe that's overstating things, but still. I definitely have forgotten what we had been doing before now.
He pulls away from my lips and without intending to I find myself frowning. Only a few moments later his sweet kisses are placed in a teasing path down my neck. I feel the fabric of the neck of my shirt being pulled aside to expose the bare flesh of my shoulder. Between pecking kisses he says, "Eokkae. Shoulders."
I nearly forget to repeat him. Even his barely there touch of his soft lips has my toes curling and heat building in my body, or perhaps that is just in conjunction with the sensations I had already been feeling. Neither matter, only the fact that he is trying to get me to focus back on the lesson and I'm still floating in a sense of loving delirium that is most definitely fogging my brain. It's only when he pulls away, looks down at me, and cants his lips in a dangerous expression that I remember we were having a Korean lesson. "Um, can you repeat yourself Taeger?"
Something darkens his eyes more. I am not sure if it's my use of his new nickname, or the fact that his kisses and caresses have made me completely lose track of what we were originally working on. He grins down at me and reminds me of what he said. I repeat him and then his left hand skirts down against the fabric of my sleeve. "Pal. Arms."
I repeat him then soon after find myself shivering at his touch as his fingers skate from the fabric of my t-shirt to the bare spot on my elbow. "Palkkumchi. Elbows."
Well, crap that's another tongue twister. Once I repeat this one he traces the pads of his fingers over my elbow again. "Try again, Angel." So, I attempt the difficult word and once he nods his hand travels further down my arm leaving goosebumps in his wake. His hands wrap around my wrist and for a moment I think he is going to cuff them together and trap them with his large hand above my head. The idea of that thought has a blush staining my cheeks and making me wonder how I would feel if he would restrict my movements like that. Apparently that's not what is on his mind at all when he continues with the lesson. "Sonmok. Wrists."
This time when I repeat him the words come out on a breathy sigh. The way I whisper and nearly moan them has me blushing as I unintentionally alert him to where my thoughts are remaining, or I assume I alerted him with my audible cues. He doesn't make a comment on them, nor does he cant his expression in that one way that is undeniably, adorably, and seductively his. He takes my hand in his. "Son. Hands." After I repeat this time he twines our fingers together. "Songarak. Fingers."
He nods when I get this one correct the first time. He leans in and kisses me again before releasing my hand and both of his hands come to rest at the bottom of my tee. He brushes it up slightly caressing the bare flesh just above the waistband of my lounge pants. "Heori. Waist."
After I repeat him this time he shifts the fabric higher on my body and instead of his hands on me he travels down my body so his head is level with the spot he uncovered. His lips traveling across my navel have a whimper like noise escaping from me that I wouldn't be able to replicate outside of similar ministrations. If my panties weren't damp before I was pretty sure they were now. "Bae. Stomach."
He expects me to repeat him when I can barely focus past the way he is paying homage to my body. Damn. He is naturally talented. I take a deep breath through my nose before I focus and repeat him. At least it was a simple word to learn and repeat.
He coaxes me to sit up again. His fingers reach behind me skirting under my top to trace delicately along the planes of my back. "Deung. Back." Once I have repeated that one he glides his fingertips along the center of my back. Making me groan and shiver as he traces his soulmate mark that is placed there. "Cheokchu. Spine."
I swallow my needy sounds that attempt to erupt from my throat and give him my evil eye, or at least my attempt at one. "I really somehow doubt I need to know the word for spine in Korean. You just wanted to touch me there again."
He gives me an innocent look. Damn his acting skills, he pulls things like that off way too well. "Would I do something like that, Angel?" Before I know what is happening my t-shirt is ripped from my body and thrown behind me. "You are so gorgeous." He utters before I am flush on my back once more.
I really didn't expect a tutoring lesson to take this sort of turn. I probably should have. Once he grins down at me and kisses me until I have to pull away gasping for breath I naturally assume the lessons have been put on hold, and we are going to be taking the opportunity to study each other more closely. Apparently I am wrong about the lessons but right about us studying each other when he strokes the upper swell of my right breast with his left hand and utters in Korean, "Gaseum. Chest."
Instead of simply repeating him this time I choose to also go on the offensive and remove his own shirt. I trail my nails softly across his upper pectoral muscles. Grin mischievously, then repeat him. Just like that a switch seems to click in his mind and he's fervently attacking my lips once more with his own, pushing me onto my back once again. I naturally shift my lower body so we are slotted together in a way that I can perceive how his body is affected by our loving attention.
I reach between us and stroke him through the lounge pants he is wearing. He's long and I am only barely able to completely wrap my hand around his thickness. I may have not expected this, or necessarily wanted this right away originally, but his attentive kisses and touches have obliterated those thoughts completely. His guttural groan as a result of my strokes is intoxicating and I want to hear more of it. But, I don't want to push him for anything he may not be ready for. "Tae? Do you want to stay here tonight? Do you want to be with me?"
He pulls away, and I immediately find myself frowning for a second. The frown grows even wider when he heads to my door, but when I hear the lock click and he literally jumps back in bed with me my excitement grows. Suddenly our clothes are flying and we are both bare and kneeling in front of each other. Our eyes scan over each other's bodies. Despite the fact that I have been looking at his eyes all night I still start there. The hunger I see hidden in those depths has my pulse skyrocketing in my veins.
I scan down his body. His complexion is a darker shade than most of the others and I visually catalogue the beauty of his tawny colored skin. My hands trace the path my eyes scan. Gently gliding down the center of his chest. Once I reach his navel I spread my hands out to encompass either side of his waist. I trace my eyes over his pelvic bone and immediately realize why the picture of his soulmate mark could never be taken. And no one is going to see this mark, but me. The fact that the mark is in the sexy V of his pelvic bone just makes my growing need more wild. I catch his eyes before I delicately trace over the mark. In only a second he has me on my back again and is devouring my lips with his.
I honestly think his nickname might be more apt than I had originally considered. Because his actions are untamed and relentless. Even if I wanted to slow down his ravenous affection I wouldn't be sure that I would be able to. But truthfully I like this wild side of him. I like how instead of giving something thoughtful consideration, like he normally would, he is simply going with his own intuition. There is something sexy about the way he is completely manic in this moment.
I don't have to ask if he is nervous. If he needs direction, or anything of that nature. He is driven on pure need and instinct. When he touches me and comes across the state of my damp curls we both groan out our shared desire. He tests me with his fingers, preparing me to be taken by him. His lips wrap around one of my nipples while his other hand gives the neglected breast his attention. The orgasm approaches quickly and almost completely catches me off guard.
He whispers in my ear. His low raspy voice making me quiver all over again. "I want you to ride me, Angel."
I nod out my answer because the words simply elude me right now. I don't let myself be nervous about the new position. I'm more curious and turned on than nervous right now anyway. We rearrange so I am above him and straddling his hips and when I guide him to my entrance we both groan in response. "I love you, Taeger." I say as I take him inside me.
He chokes out a moan before he responds. "I love you too, Angel."
I take him slow at first, getting used to the new sensations brought on by this position, but also letting him feel everything for the first time. He palms my back and coaxes me down to kiss him before he rambles a myriad of words in Korean. He unintentionally strokes my spine and we both falter for a second. Then his hands go to my waist. He encourages me to move faster and starts thrusting up to meet me stroke for stroke. Our shared panting breaths hint at how close we both are. "Angel, I'm going to..." He grunts out a strangled guttural, "Oh my god." Then somehow manages to continue his original thought. "I'm close but I want you to have a chance to come again also."
I don't know how he can form words I can barely mentally function right now. "Touch me, Tae." His hands move in tandem. One reaching for a breast the other reaching between us. His ability to multitask not only amazes me, but his ministrations also make me nearly go cross eyed. He sits up slightly and takes the neglected nipple in his mouth while he rubs diligently at the other and my clit with his other hand. I cry out as my vision starts growing dark. He groans and his hips begin to move even more rapidly. His growl of completion is one of the sexiest things I have ever heard.
I'm not sure how long we stay in that position. Still connected, neither of us having any energy or desire to move. It's my sensible brain that kicks in that somewhat ruins the moment. "We still need to clean up and get ready for bed."
Tae grumbles and wraps his arms around me. "You're right, but I am pretty happy to just stay right here."
"Tae, while you feel really good inside me, and I do like the thought of it. I'm pretty sure this isn't very hygienic." I chuckle so he knows that I am partially joking. The action must tighten a muscle inside me because he groans in response, not in pain although I wouldn't know how exactly to label it honestly. I quickly mutter a soft apology before continuing. "Plus, I do have that big shower in my bathroom. There is definitely enough room for us to share it."
Apparently those were the magic words because the next thing I know I am in his arms and he is speeding toward the bathroom. The shower we share has me daydreaming about other activities that could take place here eventually. A blush stains my cheeks, and I am kind of thankful that Tae doesn't see it because I do need some time to recoup. I'm pretty sure my Taeger would be all about the daydreams fluttering about in my head. He'd definitely be eager and enthusiastic.
Once we get back to my room I put on the silky green sleep set I wore before. My choice has Tae smiling at me fondly. I fall asleep smiling and happy to be in the loving arms of another soulmate as I drift into dreamland.
A/N: About the edit I made on 7/22/20. I could claim it was a typo. But I wrote Romanticized instead of Romanized. I added the moment where Tae chuckles and appreciates Daisy's mistake because I stilled loved that she said that regardless of my own ignorance. Daisy you own that mistake, even if it was actually mine and not yours!