WARNING: mature content

Taehyung's POV

I hold my breath, observing the slight rise and fall of your chest as you sleep.

My heart thumps in sync with your slow, shallow breaths.

You look so peaceful, serenity plastered over your face, its beautiful features much softer in slumber.

My eyes travel from your fluttering eyelids to the bridge of your nose, studying every little detail.

Like the miniature freckles adorning your cheeks, scattered like little stars in the night sky.

It makes me smile.

The stars should be envious, you shine a million times brighter.

Your hair spilled across the pillow long and loose, the softest waves of caramel I have ever touched.

Before I know it, I reach down and my fingertips brush against a single strand on the side of your face. I shudder.

Your soft lips part with every breath that leaves your mouth. It catches my attention. The idea of feeling them on mine makes my heart flutter and the urge to kiss you takes over me.

You should be kissed so very often, and by someone who knows how.

My eyes gravitate towards the little scar just above your collarbone. I can't help but wonder, did someone cause you pain? In case anyone did, they have to pay. I'll make them pay.

You slightly twitch in your sleep and your forehead creases. I gasp softly. What is it that you dream about? Is it by any chance me?

Am I in your dreams?

Because you are in mine.

I don't know how you'd react if you saw me here, sitting on the bed and admiring you.

It's dark in here. I don't want to scare you.

In your sleep, you look angelic. Almost otherworldly.

Truth is, I can't seem to fall asleep. I'm just so taken with you. You have a hold on me that no one else has. I'm lost in a sea of you, you captivate my soul.

I'm your prisoner now.

You ignited a blaze inside of me and now there's no going back. It burns, but it feels so right, so natural.

The thought of being without you makes me crumble.

I'd rather watch you burn than walk away from me.

I suppose I am a mess. Maybe I should be ashamed. Ashamed of everything I've done to win you over. Keep you close.

But you know what?

I don't regret a single thing.

Because everything I've done, it has brought you to me.

***

Y/N's POV

The light of late morning spilling through the curtain was slowly pulling me back to consciousness. Still in the clutches of my sleepiness, I let out a small hum when I felt someone's soft breath fan against my exposed neck.

My heart picked up its pace. Taehyung.

"Good morning, princess," his gruff morning voice whispered next to my ear, causing goosebumps to line my skin. His fingers weaved into my hair, slightly tugging and making me roll over to look at him.

"Good morning," I smiled, still drowsy. Taehyung straightened up a bit, resting one elbow on the mattress, dark coffee orbs peering at me. "Were you watching me sleep?" I joked, trying fix my messy hair.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked instead of answering my question as his hand ran down to my hip where he drew small circles, leaving a heated trail wherever he touched.

"As a matter of fact, I did," I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, suppressing a giggle bubbling through me when I felt his fingertips brush against my bare stomach. "Taehyung, that tickles," my hand instinctively darted to grip at his wrist and stop him from teasing me further.

He inched closer, shortening the distance between our faces and peering at me intently. Then, he moved to the side to nuzzle into my neck, taking my earlobe in between his teeth.

"I love how responsive your body is to me," he whispered huskily.

My eyes shutting close, I set free a small, breathy moan. It was unbelievable the effect he had on me, but I still tried to resist. How stupid of me.

"Let's at least have breakfast first," I chuckled, cupping his cheeks and bringing his face up so that I could regain his attention.

But he was too far gone. "I already know what I'm having for breakfast," he said innocently as ever. The smirk was audible in his voice and it made my stomach tighten up as his darkened orbs gleamed with a seductive spark.

He rolled over on top of me so that his chest hovered above my body. He leaned in very slowly to plant a wet kiss on my neck, knowing full well that this was my weakness, kissing me messily with just the right amount of roughness that I adored.

Trailing down heated kisses, he started pressing soft pecks down my chest and towards my stomach as my body writhed at his touch. He paused for a while, pulling back only to stare at me with such intensity that he took my breath away.

Teasingly hiking a finger under my panties, he slid them down real slow, clearly doing it on purpose judging by the playful grin painted over his warm lips.

The next second, he lowered himself on his stomach, separating my legs and laying down right in between my trembling thighs. His fingers gripped on the bare skin, applying small pressure on it as he placed several feather-like kisses on it.

I instinctively bit my lip, watching him as he took his time, his tongue flicking over my inner thighs. A shudder I tried to fight back ran across my body and he grinned.

"You want my tongue to taste you already, don't you baby girl," he purred, bringing his face closer to my core and licking at it just enough for a sharp hiss to leave my mouth.

"Don't you?" he repeated and I instantly nodded, completely hypnotized by the way his eyes stared me down. Instantaneously, he inserted a long finger inside of me, pushing in and out.

"Fuck," I gasped, my hand shot up to cover my mouth and I bit on it unintentionally, trying to muffle my moans.

"I don't want you holding back," he commanded as his other hand glided over my stomach, pressing a hand flatly to glue me to the mattress and keep me right where he wanted to.

His grip was strong as my body slightly jerked forward when his tongue started working its way across my sensitive spot, rolling and drawing circles around it. It was wet and hot, ripping several moans from me as he was devouring me hungrily, and it wasn't long before I started panting in rapture.

Even with my vision blurred from the overwhelming arousal, I refused to look away from his eyes, and neither did he. Our gazes locked onto one another, he leered at me, his dark orbs glazed with unfiltered lust, his fingers still pumping in and out of me and making me quiver.

Just as I was about to reach my bliss, Taehyung drew back, lightly blowing on my core, causing my aggravation to flare. The fucking tease. He straightened up, the fiery passion burning in his eyes telling me he was far from being done with me.

Separating my legs even wider, he climbed on top of me, grabbing on the bend of my knees and hoisting them up so that they rested on his waist.

"I need to feel you," he breathed out against my chest where he planted several butterfly kisses. He kissed me, softly this time in contrast with his usual needy and hungry kisses. His erection slightly brushed against my soaked core and he reached down to position himself for me before entering me painfully slow.

A small gasp erupted through my chest, then another one before transforming into a moan. He pushed himself inside of me without pulling out for a second, pressing his forehead to mine and searching my eyes.

"You feel so amazing," he aspirated, wrapping his arms around me and pressing me closer, as if he wanted to feel as much of me as possible. His hips drew back, slowly working their way out but not enough so that he would pull out, before slamming back inside.

His eyes were drilling holes into me, not leaving mine and watching my reaction every time I took him in, inhaling sharply at the stretching fullness.

"Tae... oh," I hissed again when his length hit my deepest spot, his hips grinding into me even slower now. Staring down at me, intensity and ferocity blazing in his dark orbs, he winced and threw his head back when a small moan left his mouth, the sound only turning me on further.

His strokes were long but rough, I felt as though time had slowed down to a crawl as he pounded into me. My back arched towards him and he growled, the two of us pressed chest to chest. Still, it was as if he was holding back, wanting to thrust into me at a faster pace, but he was enjoying the hard long strokes nonetheless.

"Fuck," he groaned softly. "Fuck, this feels so amazing, I can cum right now," he gave a small smirk, sweaty bangs glued to his forehead as it became evident that he was overwhelmingly aroused, just like me. "You feel so nice, baby, oh fuuuck." He whimpered as his hips ground into me with another long and hard stroke and I felt my orgasm building up, the way he was losing himself inside of me sending me over the edge.

"Tae," I tugged on a fistful of his soft hair, bringing his face closer to mine and brushing my lips against his, our breaths mixing with each other. "Kiss me, Tae." I begged, not caring how needy I sounded, desperate to feel his lips on mine.

I could see how his breath hitched in his throat for a second, his thrusts coming to a halt as he exhaled heavily before slamming his lips against mine, giving me a fiery kiss.

He picked up his pace, starting to ram into me mercilessly and breaking the kiss for a loud moan to escape his lips. My hips buckled up and my whole body quivered as the ball of warmness between my legs exploded, the wave of bliss washing over me. Taehyung dipped his head, silencing both of our moans by reclaiming my lips once again, biting lightly on them as my orgasm hit me.

"Shit," he cussed as I clenched around him, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and soon enough, he yanked me up and pulled out of me, exploding on my stomach.

He reached out for a handkerchief and helped me clean myself up before collapsing on the bed next to me. I rolled over to look at him, both of us out of our breaths. We laughed simultaneously as our eyes met, exhausted from what had just happened.

Breathing heavily, Taehyung reached out to let the back of his hand caress my cheek. "You're beautiful," he said softly, taking me aback.

"I'm so sweaty," I objected, a small chuckle rolling off of my tongue.

"Still beautiful to me," he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead and I feel myself melt into his embrace.

***

"I promise I'll be back soon," Taehyung said, putting his jacket on. "Namjoon is gathering us at the conference room, said he wanted to discuss something. I tried ditching it, but he said it was important," he gave an apologetic look. "I'll be back with food," he landed a small kiss on my cheek before grabbing his keys and stuffing them in his pocket.

"You certainly know how to pacify me," I grinned, waving my hand at him. "See you later."

"See you," he said, closing the door behind himself.

I spun on my heel, headed to the kitchen before I heard the doorbell. Frowning slightly, I opened the door again.

"I just forgot something." Taehyung husked, pulling me towards himself abruptly and colliding our lips, giving me a deep, passionate kiss.

"Oh." I exclaimed softly, feeling my lips burning hot from his heated kiss.

"Bye," he smiled again before stepping out, this time leaving for real.

"Bye," was all I could manage to say.

I realized it was some minutes since he had left and I had just stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the door.

Taehyung certainly knew how to make my heart a mess.

A wide grin painted over my face, I walked up to the kitchen to make myself coffee when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

I smiled as the warm feeling washed over me. It was probably Taehyung, calling to say something cheesy.

My brows furrowed together when I glanced down at the screen only to see that it was an unknown number that was calling me.

Hesitantly, I pressed my thumb on the green button.

"Hello?"

"Y/N?" it was a female voice, raspy and scratchy. I almost didn't recognize it at first.

"Tiffany?" my eyes widened. Why was Tiffany calling me?

"Don't hang up," she pled, sounding almost desperate. "I know what you probably think of me, but I need to talk to you."

I paused. "I'm listening."

"Not like this. Not on the phone," she said. "Meet me."

My thoughts swirled in every direction possible. I wasn't sure if I could trust her, so I was more than reluctant to go meet her. Not after everything I knew about her now. It was so strange, I used to think of her as a friend, and now...

"I- I'm not sure about this, Tiffany. I'm sorry, " I gulped heavily, reaching for my phone to hang up.

"No! Please, Y/N," she whined. "I have information for you that you need to know."

I inhaled sharply. "About what?" Or should I say, about who. What if she wanted to tell me had something to do with Taehyung?

All I heard back was an exasperated sigh. "I really want to tell you, but I can't do it on the phone."

Ugh. Just spill it already.

"Okay then," I shrugged, deciding to take on another route. "Then I don't want to hear it. Bye, Fany."

"Wait!" she shot back. As expected. "Don't you want to know more about your stalker?"

I froze.

"About my what?" I rasped.

"Y/N, I know you're being followed. Maybe you don't want to think about it, immersed in your little game of husband and wife with Taehyung, but I'm sure deep down you realize it too. Perhaps someone's listening to our conversation as we speak. No matter what, you need to know that it's not me that is your enemy. You're in danger. Let me help you."

I felt as if something was clasping on my throat.

"Where can I meet you?" my voice was hoarse.

"At our favorite coffee place, in twenty minutes." Tiffany said before hanging up.

***

As I was waiting for Tiffany in front of the coffee shop we used to hang out at so very often, I couldn't help but slip into reminiscing about me and her. I thought we used to be friends, but apparently she kept so many secrets that now my head hurt from trying to wrap my thoughts around everything. As it may turn out, maybe Tiffany wasn't the person I thought her to be after all.

After some very long minutes, I finally spotted her, strolling down the street. I squinted my eyes to see her better.

Something about her definitely seemed different.

Her hair was longer, probably darker. And kind of, I don't know... shinier? She seemed shorter, but this was probably because she had ditched her high heels for comfortable sneakers.

Still, something seemed wrong. Why can't I put my finger on it?

Then she approached me, and I finally saw it.

No, it wasn't her hair.

Nor her height.

No, it was something else, something most people would find a cause of happiness, but for me, it only managed to shock and terrify me.

A baby bump.

author's note:

uh-oh. someone's going to be a daddy. but who?

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