# Warning!: Mature

The Dreamer:

I drummed my fingers on the glass, tracing the notes of some tuneful rhapsody lingering in my head as I watched the night slowly lose itself to dawn, draping every nook and cranny in its mesmerizing colours.

Life always had a way of smirking back at me right when I thought I had cursed at it enough...

“Why do you have to always give me dreams I cannot live?”

Last night had been such a...umm...a lot of things actually, I have never felt so high...never knew intimacy could feel so much like true freedom. I guess that’s what I like about being with him, a bonding that doesn’t make me feel bound.

A bond where I don’t have to lose myself to love another.

“Come back here, you’ll catch a cold”

I heard his deep groggy voice behind me, and turned away from the view of the velvety pink morning sky to see him propped on his elbow staring at me with those fond eyes, the soft duvet layered low over his toned bronze chest. He patted at the place where I had laid entangled with him all night, giving in to our insatiable need for each other. His every caress making me feel a bit more adored, breaking away that cage of deathly cold rigidity I had come to believe as my life.

I feel like a mould feeding on his warmth to feel alive again.

I rose from the ottoman by the window, pulling the sheet I had draped myself in along with me as I waddled my way back to the bed. His lips turned up in the tiniest curve to see me accompany him again as he pulled me to himself, his mouth instantly finding purchase on the side of my neck. He hummed deeply, lips dragging nearer to my ear and I felt his arms coil tighter around my waist as he began using his strength to push me back to lie down, his every action getting a bit more commanding with need. I could tell he wanted me to comply, and as he covered my body with his own it became evident that he was not done relishing what we had begun last night.

Well, he did tell me not to treat him like a stranger the next morning. Not that I mind, I want the same thing he wants from me, it is a happy accord.

I pulled him down onto myself, revelling in the glow he set through me as he took my lips in his, our hunger doubling by the second and soon the calm frosty dawn broke into wild burning rhythms of the passionate play of our bodies.

Every moment with him makes me realize how much I want this to be real, I do not want this to slip through my hands to become a mere memory...

“So where are we going today?” I asked enjoying my breakfast as he served me some more eggs, before going to get the carton of juice.

“Well, I got a few places on my mind” he said taking his seat by my side, digging into his food instantly. We were famished and had barely managed to hasten through the distractions while showering.

“You know that I need to go back to my hotel right...I can’t possibly go around the city in your bathrobe” I said pointing to my odd covering.

“I have clothes too, you can choose anything from my closet” he spoke unmindfully stuffing his mouth with food, and I noticed a cute pout as he ate. The more I look at him the easier it feels to fall, that stiff restraint he had been holding on for the last couple days seemed to be fading fast away and with every passing minute he seems much more of a lovable human rather than a handsome dreamy charmer.

“Well, ok..for now I have to, I guess” I mumbled, feeling a warmth crawling up my cheeks thinking about how ridiculously couple-like we are behaving. It’s unbelievable that we were strangers before yesterday, I even tried telling myself not to look into it too much, this feeling inside might possibly be a rebound of all the emotions I had kept caged while being with Namjoon.

“Thank you for this” I spoke not looking up from my plate.

“It’s just toast and eggs, don’t embarrass me” he chuckled at me, and I caught his eyes gently glancing at me. “I’m not talking just about the food, thanks for being a part of my first real-selfish-adventure” my words oddly drove his smile away and he just stared at me.

“Exploring yourself is never selfish, one would be stupid if they spent their entire life only living for others” he spoke focusing back on the food, I guess painters are quite the philosophical beings, sometimes his words throw me completely off balance...or maybe makes me way too hopeful and happy to have someone stand by me, too overreaching for my own good.

“I came here to live a dream, find freedom…find inspiration-“ “And you became mine” his voice was low but decided, with no hint of doubt to draw him back.

I was left stunned at his words as he kept gazing at me, unabashed and inquisitive. The apartment suddenly felt too huge and the silence bore down on me like a heavy boulder.

I can tell something had changed between us since last night, his eyes doesn’t look so lost now as he gazed at me.

“W-What?” My voice was barely a whisper.

“I-I mean you came h-here to look for inspiration and became my inspiration instead” he stuttered pulling a soft smile, abruptly picking up his glass of juice and chugging it down.

“I guess we were just meant to meet” I spoke trying to hide the smile, seeing him stutter was kinda new, just like all the other little things I keep learning about him.

“And I was meant to become your stalker” he joked, breaking into a bout of laughter and I joined. Laughing with him came so naturally, just like all this fondness that surrounded us.

I don’t remember how long it has been since I had had such a good morning...

I spent the rest of the day getting lost in the places he led me to, grand museums and glorious monuments, the Danube glittered majestically, tossing about to look like a stream of tiny of diamonds rolling ahead in their own grand pace. His warm grasp on my palm was ever-constant while we roamed aimlessly, soaking in the nameless bliss of enjoying the company of each other.

At times I just enjoyed gazing at him as he drove and spoke of god knows what because I was way too distracted with the way his eyes smiled whenever he spoke of his friends or the way he’d lick his lips involuntarily between his speaking, not knowing the amount of heat rush that sent through me, or when he’d look at me without any reason, flashing at me that haunting gaze and that slight smile, and made me gulp in the utter weight of that gaze. He could touch me without even using his hands, sing to me secret truths with just his eyes.

And I was stupid to think the day was too good to be true because the evening turned out to be a miraculous one.

“Jimin gave me the idea actually” he said walking behind me as I gaped and frolicked about the grand space, mystified with everything my eyes caught.

“I have never watched an opera performance” I squealed as he came up by my side, hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me along as he ascended the lavish stairs. The entire space was flooded with gold lights from crystal chandeliers hanging above, antiques glimmering their finest draped in the aura of a Baroque beauty as Mozart echoed in faint notes throughout the halls.

The show we were supposed to watch was a remaking of one of Haydn’s masterpieces ‘Il Mondo Della Luna’ (The World of the Moon).

The next three hours I sat with my heart too full, ecstasy like never before crashing over me in wild waves as I watched the performance being absolutely bewildered. Not even realizing when I had began spilling happy tears, and probably wouldn’t have if Taehyung didn’t rub them away with the back of his hand.

“You’re crying” he whispered at my cheek, trying to be as silent as possible. “It’s beautiful” was all I could speak feeling my throat choke up with too much emotion, I was grinning and crying at the same time.

I felt him press a swift peck to the side of my face “not as much as you” his deep teasing whisper sparking electric glints through my blood and just had to put away the theatre glasses to turn to him. I leaned in to put my lips on his and felt him smile into the kiss, heard people clearing their throats around us and pulled away feeling embarrassed at my own impulsiveness.

He just has a way of bringing this out in me, I have never been the impulsive kind.

He laced our fingers, pulling my hand up to his mouth and pecking at my knuckles, eyes twinkling with joy as he looked at me in the snubbed light before we leaned into that comfortable familiarity and resumed to watch the performance.

Dinner was spent in my delighted reminiscing of scenes from the performance, moments that had touched me too deeply and feelings they aroused that were going to stay. I couldn’t stop gushing about it, it was more than evident that I was simply overjoyed to live my dreams step by step, living them one by one with him, because of him and felt confused as to how can anyone be this considerate for someone he had met a day ago, how can he know how to touch my heart like this, how does he know exactly what would take my breath away.

“Your excitement is infectious Jin” he grinned at me as we rode back to his studio-apartment “I feel so utterly delighted listening to you, although I don’t understand much about opera.”

“What are you talking about?!Did you not feel how absolutely stunning it was? I mean-“ “It was more entertaining to watch you” he spoke keeping his eyes on the road.

It was my turn to hold back my grin and blush now “you’re such a flirt”.

He grinned back “I am not lying though” gaze growing darker as he eyed me insinuatingly before turning back to the road.

I leaned close to him, lips softly grazing over his ear “I believe you do deserve a reward”. It was fun to watch his grip tighten on the steering, the reaction pushing me to be a bit more daring as I pecked and nibbled at the shell of his ear.

What I wasn’t expecting was the car coming to an abrupt stop by the side of the road, and he grabbed at my jaw to pull me in, smashing our mouths together.

The need in him made my insides swirl with desire and I gave in, losing myself in the soft play of his lips on mine. His breaths became ragged as he nibbled at my lower lip, seeking entrance and the moment I parted my lips he drove his tongue in to wrap with mine, his actions way too forceful and demanding, quite unlike the man who had made sweet love to me last night.

I softly pushed at his chest hinting to my need to breathe, and thankfully he relented. 

“Don’t tempt me baby…I fight way too hard to stay sane around you” 

I felt an immense rush of emotions run through me at his words, as well as due to the endearing yet sweet nickname he keeps calling me.

Something has most definitely changed in him since last night, he is still just as dreamy and passionate, that gaze still fond on me but now mixed with a hint of claim.

He leaned in again to push his face into mine and I had to curb the surprised look on my face. “You look gorgeous in my clothes you know” his husky words ignited unnameable desires within me.

The car felt warmer and warmer with every panting huff he breathed out over my mouth, his hand let go of my jaw to coil around my neck, fingers weaving through my hairs as he dragged his mouth over my skin.

I grabbed his face, pressing my mouth on him again “take me home and I will show you how insane you make me”.

Is this what true desire feels like?

Guess he isn’t the only one who is changing, being with him is making me feel more myself...I’m slowly getting in touch with the me I had lost somewhere along the way.

 
“Mhmm” I couldn't help the moan that slipped out as his lips moved down my neck to my shoulder and I leaned back further into his chest, his embrace warmer than the water in the bathtub. My eyes felt heavier due to the exhaustion of roaming around the city throughout the day added with how hard we had worked for the last hour to pleasure each other.

I barely had any strength to resist when he edged his hand down my chest to dive into the foamy water to softly stay in between my legs, his sensuous touches drawing whimpers out of me and I let my head drop on his shoulder while he watched me fall apart for him again.

I tilted my face back, pulling him in to capture his lips in mine and he instantly complied, kissing me back with an unmatched zeal. I could feel him getting aroused as his erection poked against my back.

The water rustled around us in rushed waves as I broke the kiss to turn about and face him, he blinked up at me confused and panting as I straddled him. Grabbed at his head, feeling overly daring and almost out of control I lunged for his mouth again. He took up the cue instantly, arms coiling around me as he pulled me to himself and within the very next second I felt myself sinking down on his thick hard length. The stinging pain that rode up my spine was but a short reminder of how well he had taken me a while ago.

I grabbed onto his shoulders for support to balance myself as I began to bounce on top of him. The warm water swashed loudly crashing against us due to our rushed movements.

He watched me with dark hooded eyes and a clenched jaw, mouthing at my chest, sucking harshly onto my nubs while his grip on my waist grew punishingly tight with every movement. I felt my strength leave me as shudders took over, feeling his member pressed in so deep into me, brushing against that bundle of sensitive nerves over and over again to push me towards my climax as I finally spilled, screaming out of utmost pleasure.

“Anh-nghh...c-can’t..” I managed to mumble when he kept nudging me to keep up the actions not having reached his high yet, but I was utterly spent as my thighs gave out, and I felt him guide my head to rest on his shoulder. “It’s..it’s ok baby” he huffed at my ear, arms coiling tighter and I felt him thrust up, the oversensitivity made me clench around him.

“F-fuck! Don’t d-do that...I’ll cum” he groaned heavily, as I whimpered feeling his relentless thrusts pick up again before he abruptly pulled out of me, picking me up as he stepped out of the tub and made a beeline to the room, soaking the floorboards in the process.

“Sleep” he kissed my face, breathing still ragged as he fought to control that glint of lust in his eyes “I’m gonna go take care of-“ “Let me help” I offered in a daze wanting to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, needing him to know I crave for him just as much.

I lifted up to kiss at his jaw and delved lower down his neck, pulling him closer by his arms as I peppered his warm skin with more open-mouthed kisses. I heard a short gasp slip his lips as I wrapped my fingers around his member, drawing out grunts as I stroked him. He looked at me with needy eyes as I made hunger build in him again and in a stroke of unreserved lust pulled him down on the bed, flipping us about to push him to lay back as excitement spiked within me and I crawled lower, grinning to myself when he moaned out feeling my lips wrap around and soft wet warmth blanketed his member again.

“Shit...ughh..J-Jin” his eyes went wide before he screwed them shut when I began teasing him with my tongue. He was already hard and I saw his thighs twitch and toes curl as I tried to give him a feel of how good I could make him feel as I felt him at the back of my throat. His fingers weaved through my hair to grasp a fistful and I could feel him thrusting up impulsively.

“I’ll...argh...fuck!” He grunted aloud and came in my mouth. I gagged and he let go coming back to his senses a second later, I choked and coughed out the cum unintentionally.

“I’m sorry...I-I couldn’t control” he sat up and instantly began to rub away the cum at my lips, eyes almost apologetic as he stared at my red tear-stained and sweat drenched face. He cupped my face and I couldn’t help but giggle as he eyed me with severe concern.

“Why do you look so worried?” I don’t know why I was still giggling and it kinda worked to ease his frightened eyes as I saw him slowly smiling back at me, still fidgeting as he rubbed away the last traces of cum and sweat and tears from my face.

“I thought I hurt you, it was-” “You didn’t” I cupped his face too and pressed a swift kiss on his mouth and watched him flinch back, his mouth shutting in a tight line.

“That’s just gross..” he vehemently rubbed at his lips “I just tasted my own cum” he fake gagged grimacing and I fell on the bed laughing at his reaction.

“Unlucky you” I cackled “nobody made you taste yourself until today?” I watched him turn to the night stand, grabbing a bunch of napkins to clean himself.

“Never been with anyone as wild as you” he spoke with his back turned to me, still busy cleaning up.

I crawled up to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I pressed my face to a side of his head. There is something about him that brings me an unnatural peace and an unknown sense of comfort.

“I’ve never been with anyone like you either” I could feel myself slowly losing to his charms. He caressed my arms around him, pressing his lips ever so delicately over my skin “so was that the reward you were talking about? I really liked it..” He smirked watching me from the corner of his eyes and I grinned back intending to tease him “nah, it was the kiss you didn’t want”.

He pounced back on me, trying to curb my cheekiness as he held me down on the bed and tickled me, pressing open mouthed kisses and biting down at my neck and shoulders as I thrashed and giggled loudly.

And as I stared up at him I realised that we had already damaged ourselves by giving in to our feelings, and we’d share the same wound that would keep us bleeding for the rest of this life.

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[A\N] Borahae 💜