TW: Mature content ahead!

"Tell me to stop."

Taehyung was out of breath, just like you. Was out of control, too. But that was for you to judge. Words faltered. They were missing. Came out stuttering. Wished you would put an end to his misery. Wished you would push him away. So far away from you. Far away from your surroundings. Hell, even out of the whole house so he could cool off. But you looked into his eyes with a look full of need, and this time, he was sure he wasn't seeing things. Because the grip you had on his shirt was firm. Like iron. And damn, he was losing it rapidly.

Was losing his mind in you. For you.

"Do you want to stop?"

See, karma is a real thing and not just a simple myth. For his suffering has become yours. His curse found another victim. His insane need found another brain to infect. His feelings found another heart to torment. And fuck! You began to wonder if every erratic heartbeat you felt near him was the reason you pulled him closer before he could give you an answer. Wished he would forget his loyalty to his lover. Wished he had forgotten about her. And worst of all, you wished he could envision her in you if that meant having his touch, his kisses, his scent near your nostrils so you could inhale it like a drug, because you realized you'd become addicted, and God, was there rehab for you.

"I don't think I can, Yunjae. I don't even think I want to."

His hands held what he said. They were all over you. It was frantic. Unrestrained. On the edge of madness. Closer to vulgar. He touched, felt it wasn't enough, so he kissed, thought he could have done more, so he inhaled your breaths. Rested his forehead on yours. Watched your swollen lips. Loved the way they looked. They were so plump and rosy. So beautiful. Dear lord, he had to stop. Needed your permission. Was scared he would act out his needs without your consent, for he was sure he had already crossed the line of no return.

His body was scalding. Hot coals that burned your skin, and as crazy as it was, you savored the heat. It did things to you that you had never experienced before. It has your heart beating like a bird trying to escape from its cage. And you loved it, although you weren't sure if it was healthy to like such a painful feeling. So you blamed it on a physical need you both had. A kind of stress relief. A primal satisfaction triggered by an attraction that you were sure had deeper roots with you, but you weren't sure if that was the case with him. Still, you found yourself uncaring about his reasons. He had said it once: life is about give and take, and you were willing to give for what you had taken. And if this was what he wanted in return for what he had done for you, you were happy to oblige.

The problem is that you were willing to give even if you hadn't taken anything in return. For this wasn't about your pact. Wasn't about your scheming and dastardly plans. This was about your heart, and damn it, when did your heart start to desire him? When did it all begin? How did it start?

Why did it start? You were supposed to divorce him as soon as you checkmate. When did you start feeling repulsed by the idea? When did you get so used to his presence in your life that his absence became a threat?

Lord, this has all gotten so fucked up.

"Then don't stop."

He took a step forward. You took two steps back. A predator and a prey. A game of chase. And within seconds, your back hit the counter of the bar. Felt cold against your fervent skin. Cooled your fervor. Justifyed the goosebumps on your smooth skin, partially covered in emerald green satin. Gained him a sigh, which he devoured with another kiss, and fuck. He couldn't stop. Didn't want to. Told you so in a voice dripping with honesty and lust. But you only heard the latter. Were convinced he only wanted you to appease a carnal need. Thought it was a matter of pride. A possessive need to own what belonged to him by right but wasn't his by choice. Were convinced he would turn the dynamic the way it was once he had what he wanted, but you really didn't give a shit now. You wanted him to be yours for now. You'd worry about later and the various repercussions in another moment. Would most likely be at the same time you'd accord to regret.

"I desire you, doctor. Want you so bad it's maddening."

Desire. Such a complicated word with too many definitions. One could desire something out of greed, out of need, out of obsession, or out of superficial gratification. Desire is a word that can also mean the deep wish to obtain something or to achieve a goal. And in rare cases, desire can be interpreted as a synonym for love, but literature was never your forte. You were more inclined to science. You didn't have time to delve into the vocabulary to enrich your brain with eloquent synonyms when you had to fill it with biological terms instead. So, the term settled in your head with a vague understanding. One that danced between meanings that were near and far from what he admitted.

But you would look into it later. For now, you were busy running your hands through his hair and down his neck, basking in the midnight curls and arching your back against the Carrara marble until your chest, covered only in satin, free of restraint, touched his lithe one. Tantalizing. Threatening. He wanted to sue you for it. Figured it would most likely be you to sue him if he acted on his intrusive thoughts and ripped the dress over your skin, but then he realized he'd resign himself to prison if it meant he had to fondle every inch of your body.

"Feeling's mutual, Kim."

But that was the assent he had been waiting for. Didn't need you to say more or, God forbid, say less, so he let your lips rest. Picked you up and sat you over the counter, choosing to reverse the steps to play with the order. For Taehyung was thirsty. Deprived of moisture and the scent of your desire that emerged at the touch of his lips and less soft hands became an oasis in his desert.

Your heel fell to the ground with a dull thud, and you envied the escape, overwhelmed by your heartbeat to the point of trepidation. The other followed, and Taehyung fell to his knees like an executioner who's finally met his karma. The slit of your dress eased access, welcoming his tongue to taste complicated feelings, sweat, and the scent of jasmine and white musk body lotion.

He indulged. Found a source to quench the drought and relieve the terra firma. Started at the bottom, kissing your leg. Caressed it as he would tender flowers. Reveled in it. All of it. Bone and flesh and muscle that tensed oh so much as he went north. Up, up, up. And your leg became a yesterday, and your inner thigh a present that he wished could become his future.

You trembled, and he caught himself grinning along with his devils. Satisfied with the reaction. Overhyped by the results of his opera and what it had evoked. A shiver ran through his body as you let your nails graze his still-clothed shoulder, and in a moment of impatience, you wanted to change that state. His kisses were feathery. Dressed with gentleness and perfumed with strong intent. You moaned, and when he looked at you and left a kiss on your cunt, over your soaked underwear, your moans became louder, needier, more desperate.

"Taehyung..."

But then he tugged the lacy underwear aside, for he was thirsty and needed to drink. And lo and behold, he got what he needed to survive. The first lick was flat, sluggish, burning. A test, a trial. It wasn't honey, it wasn't sweet but rather salty and although it was transparent, the consistency seemed thick with mutual desire. Sea. He found himself comparing you to the sea, to the high waves and the carefree days. And he liked the idea of drowning in such a bright sea.

"Ah - please."

Taehyung was possessed. Was in a hurry, but he also wanted to take his time. It was a dilemma. Really. He didn't know how to act, even though he was far from inexperienced. Still, he found himself ignorant about the means to make all this memorable. To savor it. It was your first time, and he wanted it to become a daily event. To be his forever after. Wanted you to change your mind about him. Maybe he wanted you to accept him. Thought that if he outstretched himself, you would forget your past and see him as your present, and why not, your forever after.

"We're not done yet, Doctor. I haven't even started. Save the pleas for later."

He stood up, leaving an ache between your legs that was yet to be soothed. Looked into your eyes as he unzipped your dress and slid the mono shoulder off your arm. His fingertip burned as it stroked your skin. Teasing. "So soft," he whispered, pulling the dress down to reveal your chest and erect nipples. What a sight! He might as well be dead and in heaven, or maybe this was a dream? Damn, neither possibility could hold a candle to this view.

His hand was about to trace the valley of your chest; obsession could be seen in his eyes, fixated on the shivers that made the sight even more appealing when you pushed him away. From the way he stumbled back but didn't take his eyes off your chest, he realized how much like a heated animal he had become. One would think you changed your mind, and by all means, the thought crossed his mind like a thunderbolt, but then you stood up from the counter and walked towards him with a similar eagerness to his, your hands busy and frantic as you unbuttoned his shirt and ripped off the last stubborn buttons. You unbuckled his belt as you held onto his mouth, stealing his breath and his soul and giving him yours instead.

But then you just left him high and dry when you stopped. Stood bare in front of his eyes and had the audacity to step back from his touch. Looked into his eyes with confidence and said, "I'm glad we're on the same page. 'Cause I wasn't going to stop now that I have the taste of your lips on my skin, Kim."

Gloriously and gracefully, you dropped to your knees, careful to read the questions he was yet to utter written in his spheres, in the labored breaths and tense muscles, and the answer was clear as you pulled down his pants, licking over his thighs, maintaining eye contact until you reached a prominent and very demanding bulge still held back by his boxer briefs.

You have licked. No. You kissed. Fuck, you stroked and abused every atom until he moaned. Silky and velvety. Pleasant to the ear. Pleading, just like you were a few moments ago. You took the waistband of the boxer briefs between your teeth, and with a quick motion of your palm resting over his hip, you released his cock, which was all veiny and quite red. Seething. Precum and expletives came out of him in equal parts.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Jesus wore headphones so as not to hear Taehyung's prayers while you swirled around the tip with full lips and wet mouth. And Taehyung became weak, oh so weak and frustrated, just like the horny little boy who possessed the man he was, until you fixed your gaze, sealed the deal, and with some effort, took his length all the way into your mouth.

The sound was lewd, but it was music to his ears. Heavenly tones. So was the image, for that matter. You kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock as if your livelihood depended on you delivering a good job. Saliva ran through your mouth and down your chin, as did the tears running down your cheeks. He thrust deep, so damn deep you thought you would choke. In fact, you wanted to choke on it, to gag around it, to have it suffocate your breath away for hours. Loved the roughness of the pronounced veins that adorned it. Wanted to know how they would feel inside you. They would definitely scratch in all the right places. Along with the thickness, you reckoned they would give you the fullness you deserve. They would stretch you out deliciously. And the length would reach points you never knew existed.

Lava couldn't compare, and he figured that karma actually existed. And God, Taehyung, at this point, needed some ice and an erection booster. For you had no intention of stopping sucking the soul out of him, and he was a meager step away from pouring the contents of heavy balls down your throat.

Fuck, was he hot, looking down at you with hooded eyes full of lust. You wanted to hear more of his moans to embellish the picture. To perfect the sight. So you kept one hand firmly on his hip while you used the other to help your mouth, working from the base of his dick while your mouth focused on the tip. And you reaped what you were looking for. A lustful moan that came from the depths of his chest. For Taehyung was on the verge of losing his mind. Was hanging on a cliff, about to fall into the river of madness. Chest heaved, muscles tensed as he pulled at your hair so hard you thought he was going to rip it out of your scalp and forced you to free his pretty cock from the bonds of your mouth. "You're a demon, doctor. Fuck!"

But when he let go of your hair and knelt in front of you, taking his time to caress your face, your lips, your jaw, your neck, he seemed to be standing before a god who had granted all his wishes. A divine creature. His divine creature. His religion. His touch kept exploring your body, slowly moving from your neck to your shoulder and down to your chest, and when he reached your breasts, he left a kiss in the center before spreading wet kisses over each bosom and erect nipple. "So beautiful. Mesmerizing."

Electricity ran through your soul as his touch skimmed your body. His gaze was so fervent that it sped up the rhythm of your heart. So intense. Expressive of thoughts and feelings you never thought he would ever feel for you. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"As if you mean it."

"I do, doctor."

The coldness of the floor didn't bother you as he laid you on the ground and hovered over you. He kissed and nibbled at your neck, leaving violets and shades of desire all over the soft skin.

"ahh-Taehyung! I want you. I need you."

"Feeling's mutual, Mrs Kim."

So this time, it was you who clung to his neck. Sucked and left traces of yourself that will fight time and last a few more days. You spread your legs and pulled him towards you, so close that you could feel the tip of his cock teasing your wet pussy. It felt addictive. Breathtaking. Wished he would just slide inside you and end the agony, but despite your inebriated state, you refused to let go of your ego.

But he kissed his way through your torso and down your navel until he reached your soaked pussy. Marveled at the sight. It was one thing to go down on you while you sat on the counter of his bar, another while you lay spread-eagled for him. Bare of all restraint, including your panties, which he took off for you. The image made his dick twitch and leak precum. Shit! He wanted to fuck you so raw it felt primal. And he quenched the thirst. He drank again. Sucked, teased, licked, flickered his tongue over your clit and was rewarded with a level of wetness he swore was reserved only for lovers.

"Touch yourself," he commanded with heavy eyelids and an even heavier voice. The evidence of his lust was showing in the way his chest heaved up and down, the way elaborate breaths lapped at your thighs and the way he had to think twice to gather his thoughts, which were on the run, words forgotten and the ability to formulate sentences lost.

See, Taehyung was in a universe far away from our galaxy. Planets and small, bright moons were scattered across his sky. A colorful cosmos. Serene. A place where his dreams were promised to become reality. An earth so stable and yet so soft and spongy. A sky as pink as your rosy cheeks as he edged your body into long-awaited liberation. Valleys that felt soft and inviting; a place where he could bask in the warmth that your skin emanated, keen to keep him protected from the reality of his life.

But Taehyung is Taehyung; he would never change. Would never lose his ego, even in a moment where loss was imminent. Welcome.

"Please." You cried.

"You want it? Want me to fuck you, huh? I'm going to do you so good, doctor, so good. But I'm so thirsty, Jae, and you have the means to quench my thirst, so touch yourself and let me watch you."

And the wetness glistening on his chin suggested that perhaps he wasn't the only one who was covetous. That maybe you desired him just as much. That perhaps you had finally accepted him. As your man, your husband, your lifelong companion.

But he wanted more. Needed more. Wanted to make up for lost time. Wanted you to hear the words he had never spoken before. Wanted you to see the hidden feelings and cast away the shadows over them. He wanted you. And now he has you.

Oh, so beautiful, all spread out for his pretty eyes to watch. Legs bouncing gently, searching for the kind of friction he denied you. found your hand instead, taking it gently in his and placing it over your clit, watching resignedly as your pussy spasmed around itself, expelling the juices of the urgency with which you wanted him to touch you instead.

He loved it. The softness of your thighs as he pressed little kisses all over the skin. The scent of your arousal and the faint remnant of your body mist. Your needy moans as he knelt between your legs and brought his mouth to your entrance, his voice vibrating in your core as he let out a hushed so pretty.

And when his tongue deliberately moved to a spot he had yet to get acclimated with, pressing into your entrance and touching your walls before his fingers could, your moans turned to screams, and the stimulation he forced on you with your own hands made him reap exactly what he was looking for.

Dear God, a miracle on earth, an angel from heaven, a miracle that blessed his life, and you were all his. You were his when you cried out his name, when you trembled with the pleasure he had brought upon you with simply his tongue. His when you pulled at the root of his hair and closed your eyes, breathing fast as the sensation washed over you with bliss. His when he drank your cum like it was the elixir of life, and if you had asked him, he would have said that he had become yours long before all of this.

"So beautiful," he praised, "so savory," he added as he slid his finger into your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine, which was still struggling with the comedown, and brought it back to his mouth to lick it clean. "Oh—so sweet. You're so sweet, wife."

You were so hungry, you were on the verge of pleading. Skrap that; you started pleading the moment your heavy breaths returned to normal and your gaze landed on his firm dick. It was prominent. Looked delirious. Wanted to feel it. Wanted to have it. Wanted it to be yours because he was yours.

"Tae, please," and you couldn't formulate the rest of your intended sentence as he collected your cum on his fingers again and stroked his dick with it. Lord of the skies, he was torturing you. Emotionally, physically, mentally, fuck. You wanted him, now, in this moment, forever.

"One more time," he murmured, his hand still stroking his cock and the other teasing your entrance, making every muscle in your body quiver. "Cum for me again. Use your hands; let me drink you in like you know I deserve."

"Please, Tae, let me feel you." And it was embarrassing the way you whimpered for him. Without any dignity and full of desire. What a sight! But it was for him, the man who had protected your dignity for so long. From the world; from the enemies. It didn't matter if you crumbled it in front of him, because he would put each piece back in its place, and you would walk out of his room with your chin up and your chest steeled.

"Do you want to know how many times I touched myself when I couldn't have you?" Voice was softer than usual, but confident as he continued, "It would only be fair if you cum in front of my sight the same way; more than fair, if you think about it. After all, you have me in front of you. I was alone."

So mean.

But as you watched him jerk off, using your cum as lube, you mewled, fucking dripped cream for him, and he licked it, for he knew better than to waste gold.

You were taken to a point of overstimulation you had never reached before. It bordered on painful as he teased you again and again with his fingers, showering you with kisses as you writhed for him. They were delivered all over your body. On your forehead, your shoulders, your neck, your earlobe and your pussy. Oh, he loved it when the kiss over your clit ended with a lick and an intrusion of his tongue into your drenched pussy. Loved the soft throbbing of your sensitive bud as he gently sucked on it, eliciting a trail of whimpers that he loved so much he considered recording them and listening to them instead of music.

"My wife will come for me again, won't you?" The words stuttered; the tight feeling around his balls threatened his sanity. He needed his release; knew he was walking on thin ice as he delayed the inevitable. Wouldn't last that long if he slid inside you. It would be a miracle if he ever got out without coming flaccid.

So this time, he decided to help you, to enthuse more, and when you whimpered as he positioned himself at your entrance, hovering over you as he sucked on your nipple without actually penetrating you, he knew you would be more than satisfied, even if he was done in less than a second.

Shoulders tensed, eyes rolled, and breaths hitched as another wave of pleasure began to build in every cell of your body. He felt it. Loved it. Savored the fact that he was finally making you scream his name so loudly. Figured that no matter how nice the sound, your plump lips around his shaft would always look even better.

You curled your hands around the back of his neck and wrapped your legs around his hips, angling your body towards his perfect aim. He sighed. Closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, you were looking straight into them. Eyes were transfixed and breaths coated with anticipation, need and lust as he slowly entered you, savoring the seconds. Milliseconds. It was a strange feeling. A kind of connection of souls instead of bodies. The thought scared you, willed you to make contact with reality by scratching his back with your blunt nails. But you loved the way he felt inside you. Was so fulfilling. So warm. So big. A part you wanted to consider yours from now on.

"Let go, Tae. I've got you."

And damn! Those words, spoken with wanting eyes, played with his mind. Snapped him. Stirred his heart, his guts, his dick. They made him twitch inside you. Made him trade the stillness with another drawn-out thrust. Two. Three, and fuck. He couldn't control it. Pounded inside you like a madman. Relentlessly. With purpose. With intentions. With feelings, but he didn't want to reveal that much. He reckoned you'd rather have his body for tonight, his heart maybe for another time. Maybe never. He didn't think it would spark your interest anyway. Your walls tightened around him. Sensitive from the overstimulation and the quick friction, and that was the death of him.

"Yes- fuck- that's it, wife, I'm gonna- fucking gonna cum," but he wasn't alone on the verge of insanity. You were right next to him, sweat pouring down your forehead and breasts bouncing with his unforgiving thrusts.

"Uh, Tae! Please don't stop. Don't ever stop - fuck-ahh."

"Let's cum together, wife. Where do you want me?"

"Where do you want?"

He had an answer to that, which he decided to keep to himself. Figured if he couldn't fill your pussy, he still had your mouth or whatever you were willing to accept.

"Mouth."

And you had a preference of your own. Thought his cum would satiate your needs. Would appease them. It would drip down your thighs so beautifully. You would have told him that the right place was inside you, but if you couldn't have it in your pussy, you would gladly take it in your mouth.

And you didn't know if it was because of his request or the filthy way you welcomed his thrusts in the deepest way as he destroyed your pussy the way you wanted him to, but at his request, you were more than compliant, and when he pulled out to spurt his cum into your mouth, you squirted onto his floor with the same vigor.

It was dirty, unkempt, and anything but dignified. But it was yours, his. The result of a story you haven't yet told and of feelings you were yet to figure out. He was yours - for tonight - and the way you swallowed his seed and looked at him as you ran a finger over your mouth, catching the last drops, was the way you wanted him to know that. He was yours, just like tonight, you were his.

"You look so beautiful when you cum for me, husband. Taste so good. So perfect."