Justin Bieber
Deserve you

"I feel like I don't deserve you tonight
It's in the way that you hold me
I don't deserve you tonight
It's in the things that you show me
I need you, don't let me go."

Faint rustling and tiny naked steps on the floor are the first things I hear when waking up. The sweet fragrance of her lotion covers the whole bed and sheets. Crystal is taking care of me and I can't be more grateful for what she's doing. Sitting up, I am greeted by her cleaning up the blanket and pillow in the living room. We decided to sleep separately. Not gonna lie, I'd like her to sleep beside me but I also know I won't manage to keep my hands off of her and that is not a good idea.

This woman can be really insisting. She forced me, well I didn't have a chance to complain either, to sleep on her bed. Reasoning it because I'm injured and the bed is more comfortable than the couch. A chuckle leaves my lungs when I get a glimpse of her upper half behind the couch. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, and a few strands fall lazily onto her neck and shoulders. Crystal frowns, struggling to put the blanket and pillow under the furniture, sighing in annoyance when she manages her task.

Standing at her feet I realize she's only wearing an oversized shirt that reaches to her mid-thighs. She must've been in the shower because the tip of her hair is wet, moisturizing her gray shirt. But what catches my eye the most is, she's not wearing a bra, and her nipples are clear to see. This panda is so fucking tempting. "Need help?" I ask with the raspiness of my morning voice. 

Chocolate brown eyes take me hostage, as she walks in my direction. There is something in the way she moves so elegantly that causes my heart to light up and feel a warm sensation in my chest. "I think you're the wrong person to help me with this situation." She giggles softly. "Good morning, did I wake you up?" Her small figure halts right next to me, checking my temperature with her cold palm. "Good, you're not hot."

She has no idea.

"I didn't have a fever the last five days, why should my temperature suddenly rise today?" It's hard not to touch her bare legs and feel the tenderness of her perfect skin when she's so close. I get a sweet smile before she turns around and approaches her wardrobe. Her knees touch the floor as she starts searching for something. But when she bends over, almost crawling into her closet I get the sight of her round ass decorated with a lace slip in red. I bite my bottom lips but take my eyes, out of respect for her, away from the attractive and seducing position.

This is unbelievable, how can I think of sex in this situation? I want to beat myself sometimes. It's like the only thought I have whenever I'm with her. What's wrong with me? Crystal and I had just a sexual relationship but it was still special. And knowing that she likes me makes me feel even worse. I never had this problem with other women. I called when I needed sex and that's it but Crissy and I had a history.

The time when that incident with Jungkook, the bastard, happened was very emotional and I felt bad for her. I couldn't help but stay with her, scared she would fall apart. However, that's when Crystal and I started bonding. We had a lot of sex, very hot and incredibly good sex, but it didn't feel just like that; it was intimate as if we were one.

"Found you!" Her damp voice sounds out of the wardrobe before she stands up and puts sweatpants on. Thank God. I smile at her adorable behavior when she turns around to me with a toothy grin. "I'm free today, so you have to spend a little more time with me. Are you hungry? Or do you want a shower first?"

Crystal would always leave at 7 am and be back by 4 pm sometimes 5 pm. I mostly woke up around 10 am. She always made breakfast for me by putting it on the nightstand. Even left a lot of snacks and drinks next to me so I didn't have to get up. Her calling me almost every hour was unnecessary but I like it. And when she'd come back from work she always made sure to bring takeaway for dinner, asking me about my craving before buying.

"I'm not complaining. I like to spend time with my panda." This statement comes out nonchalantly as I speak my mind. Maybe not a good idea? But I'm relieved when Crissy's cheeks blush and I get a sweet grin from her after rolling her eyes at me. She's so freaking adorable.

~•~ 

The time with her flew by in seconds. It's always fascinating how I forget everything around me when I'm with her. We talked about how her work was and I told her how I fell off the roof getting dead glares from her because I didn't listen to Hobi. I asked her about her family and from what I can see, this is a sensitive topic but she told me that her parents went through a divorce when she was nine years old. 

Her father is not her biological dad but she doesn't see him otherwise. He is her dad, biological or not. Like me, she has three siblings. Crystal is the oldest, which makes sense to her behavior, now. That's why she's so good at taking care of me and others. She asked me about my family as well and I told her the story of how my grandparents raised me and my sister. Even told her about our family business.

Crissy was amazed when she found out that our name is big and famous in my country, South Korea. Started joking by calling me, master or sir because of how wealthy my family is. It's so easy to talk and laugh with her as if we never had that talk. The conversation we had almost three weeks ago. We 'broke up' but here we are, again.

We decided to watch a movie together but I went for a shower first. Crystal scolded me for walking so much around but I assured her that I'm fine and that I'm able to walk. I'm not lying, it doesn't hurt, I can move my leg and arm normally if I take it slow. She's exaggerating but I think it's cute. I start to like her worrying about me, it makes me feel cherished. 

Lights are dimmed when I exit the shower. The sofa is built up to a bed, where Crystal has been sleeping for the past few days, and snacks and drinks take their place on the cafe table when she applies them on the white furniture. Although I like the sight of her bare legs, I rather prefer them in her sweatpants. I don't know if I can hold myself back. Missing her is one problem but longing to touch her when she's beside me is hard work.

Crissy notices my presence and makes her way next to me, immediately. Her touch on my lower back makes me tense up a little, and the heat inside me increases in seconds. She puts my arm around her shoulders to support me in walking. The grip she has on my wrist sends shivers along my spine. What would I give to just hold her in my arms? The most thrilling is her soft breast pressing against my side. This panda-loving woman makes it hard for me. Really hard!

"I can walk by myself, you know?" I tell her when we reach the expanded sofa.

"What if you fall and hit your head?" She scolds me while sitting next to me. Her eyes are on me with a frown, while studying my face. "I could never forgive myself if something bad happens to you!" This comment makes my heart flutter and the insects in my stomach are alive. How am I supposed to behave beside her when I just want to hold her so badly? Crystal starts the movie, and both of our attention goes to the TV.

His eyes are glued to the movie whenever I take a side glimpse to check on him. Taehyung is so handsome and the way his jaw tenses with every bite of snack, is kind of attractive. I try to shake the thoughts away that are playing in my needy mind. Although I said to him to delete my number, I'm glad he didn't. "So, you kept my number?!" This is what lingered on the tip of my tongue the whole time.

The men's dark irises lock my questioning eyes and I feel suddenly nervous. He doesn't answer right away, his gaze wandering from my eyes to my lips and back again. Why am I blushing? Taehyung's stare is intense and I feel vulnerable yet It doesn't bother me. This whole situation is dangerous. It takes my whole willpower to hold back from jumping on him. I missed him, the touches, the kisses, and Taehyung as a whole. I missed our calls on the nights when we both talked until we fell asleep with our phones laying beside us till the morning to say good morning to the other.

"No, I didn't." God, the depth of his voice sends goosebumps through my body. It's worse when his eyes are on me while I'm in the middle of checking him out with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth. A mischievous smirk on his lips informs me that he caught me and I take my eyes away from him, in a breath of seconds. Feeling the heat of embarrassment increases the longer he watches me. "Did you …" 

"I didn't!" I say louder than I wanted. His chuckles give me the rest of the humiliation.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." Taehyung laughs in amusement but I just stare into the movie, ashamed to face him. "I wanted to ask if you really deleted my number?"

I simply nod at his question and he murmurs hm ok as his eyes are still on me. His tone sounds a bit hurt, though. "I know your number. I memorized it!" That's a habit I have. I learn phone numbers very fast from the person who is important to me. Taehyung is one of them. Funny. I didn't even realize it until his sister called me with his phone. As soon as I saw the number I knew who it belonged to. And when a woman spoke to me I felt something was wrong and my guts were right.

"You what?" his attention goes back to me with a perplexed expression on his face. I just shrug my shoulders at him.

"I'm good at memorizing, especially birthdays and phone numbers."

"I even forget about my birthday so how can I keep track of others?" we start laughing at his statement. "Actually, remembering what we ate for dinner yesterday is hard enough."

"Oh my God, you're that bad? Do you even remember anything?" I say as a joke while putting popcorn into my mouth and sipping on my coke.

"I remember, how you checked me up with your gaze a minute ago." As soon as he finishes the sentence I choke on my drink. Coughing desperately for air. Taehyung softly slaps my back with a smirk on his lips, calming me down but it's getting worse when he resumes his sentence. "I do memorize what we did and how sexy you sounded while moaning my name."

"Kim Taehyung!" This man is such a fucking tease. Of course, he is the one laughing. Why does he have to be like this? "It's your fault!" 

"How is that my fault? I'm not apologizing for fucking you so good." He scoffs back, still with a mischievous grin on his daring face.

"Fuck, don't flatter yourself, it wasn't that good." I lie. Everyone knows I'm lying. He knows he's amazing at sex and pleasuring me but… Shit, there's no, but. Taehyung is skilled with his fingers, tongue, and his fucking thick cock. Stop thinking about it, Crystal!

"Oh, I thought you were good at memorizing. Should I fuck you so your brain can function again and remember how it felt like when I was buried deep inside you?" This guy makes me speechless. I swallow my spit and I'm ashamed that his words turned me on. Although his expression is daring his words come out more as a joke. My eyes wander from his gaze to his lips only to see his tongue moisturizing his lips in a sensual way that makes my body burn.

"Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!" I whisper between my breaths.

"You wish." Slap me already and bend me over. I can't. The sexual tension between the two of us is growing the more we're together and it's an understatement to say I'm aroused. My slip is sticking onto my wet pussy and I kick myself for being so turned on. I just can't help it, I am attracted to this man, and when he talks the way he talks makes me want to kneel in front of him to suck him off. 

But is this what I want? Fucking my brain out and regret it later because I'm hurt that he doesn't like me the way I like him? I escape his intense stare, feeling stripped from his eyes. Questions appear in my head, confusing me more and it seems I lose myself.

"Hey, it was a joke, Crissy." He's on it again. "I mean I'd lie if I'd say no if you tell me to fuck you but I would never do anything you don't wanna do." Taehyung shifts to my side to get a better sight by studying my face.

"Stop," I mumble.

"With?" The man says confused.

"With everything. Stop being nice to me. Stop with that smirk on your face. Stop looking at me like that with those eyes. Just stop." 

"I'm sorry, but I only have these eyes." Taehyung chuckles in amusement but his eyes remain on me. "What did I do to make you this upset?"

"You are confusing me!" My brown frown and my voice get a bit louder.

"You are the one who is confusing me. Remember you were the one who suggested taking care of me. I warned you, didn't I? But oh, you're handling it very well, my ass. You said you're capable of handling me. I said I'm difficult, didn't I? What is wrong with you?" He is angry.

"It's not that I can't handle your injuries. Damn it." I comb through my hair in frustration the emotions are overflowing and I can't stop them. "It's my fucking heart and my pussy that can't handle you. One moment I want to jump on you and fuck your brain out, and at the other, I want to slap myself for even thinking of such nonsense." My breathing is fastening with every word I speak.

"What is really your problem?" Taehyung's voice is calmer now.

"I hate that I want you so much and I can't do anything about it." This sentence comes almost like a whisper.

"Crissy, believe me, I want you as much as you want me. I like you but I don't want to hurt you and make it more painful for you. I missed you and I'm very happy to spend this week with you." He cups my face softly into his palms and I feel instantly safe and calm.

"Can't you just be an asshole? It would be easier to let go of you." Our eyes are locked and the hurt in his gaze is visible but what is said is said and I mean it.

"So, you want me to be an asshole, hmm? Should I treat you that way? Is that what you want?" Taehyung says through gritted teeth, his stare gets darker but I can't care less.

"Yes that's what I want!"

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