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Hoseok Taehyung's eyes flicker from side to side beneath his eyelids as he sleeps, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together as if to hold back a scream for help. I hold my breath and watch him for a moment, listening to the sound of his breathing get faster and more haggard by the second. He then grabs a fist full of the sheets, his entire body stiffening. Wanting to ease his fears a little, I gently graze my hand against his cheek, Taehyung's body relaxing visibly beneath my touch and his breathing slowly returning to normal. I discovered his nightmares many nights ago when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, panting frantically as if he had just run a marathon. Thinking me asleep, he slowly crawled out of bed and stepped out of the room to calm himself down before returning to bed. He comforted himself in silence, unable to bring himself to cuddle with me. It broke my heart to see him struggle to ask for help, leaving me to wonder if he feared I would reject him for needing me. Since that first nightmare, I have been waking up earlier than normal to watch him sleep, guarding his dreams from whatever pain he's holding in. Touching him seems to help so whenever I sense his uneasiness, I roll over into his arms and lay my head against his chest until he wakes up. The fem-males at the clinic also experience nightmares from time to time so as a group activity, we made dream catchers this past week. Native Americans believe all dreams, good and bad, exist in the night air and dream catchers are meant to capture them. Bad dreams get lost in the web dreamcatcher. I made a dreamcatcher for taehyung with silver string, beads, and feathers to match his silver wolf, but I'm a bit embarrassed to show it to him. I'm not a crafty person and the dreamcatcher is a little crooked and not the most eye pleasing but giving taehyung a gift I made with my own two hands both excites and terrifies me. I just hope he likes it. Taehyung suddenly begins to stir beside me and I roll over into his arms to embrace him, inhaling his scent and pressing my lips against his bare chest. Two nights ago, taehyung started sleeping shirtless and while I can tell it still makes him nervous to show me his scars, I am beyond proud to see him face his own fears. Besides ... I find his scars sexy . "Good morning, handsome" I murmur into his chest, taehyung going very still. When I look up, I'm greeted by a confused smile and some very flushed cheeks. I did not know it was possible to be turned on by a blush, but every time his cheeks turn red, I feel a tightness in my core, one that can only be satisfied with him inside me . "M - morning ho - hoseok" He stammers in a shy whisper as he wipes his eyes. I can tell he senses the scent of my growing arousal by the way his blush deepens and I decide to tease him a bit. "You can smell me, can't you?" I ask, pecking his collarbone and his Adam's apple. "N - no" he murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I - I mean y - yes" he quickly corrects himself when I give him a stern look. "Are you going to do something about it?" I ask, biting my lip as I look up at him innocently pulling me onto his lap as he rolls over on his back. A lump hardens in his boxers, my core tightening at the thought of him inside me. I wait patiently for him to make the next move, however, wanting him to be more assertive with his needs and desires and I adjust myself to sit over his erection. "Now what?" I ask, slowly gyrating my hips in a circle and resting my arms on his shoulders. "What would you like to do to me?" I murmur, leaning forward to suck on his bottom lip. He surprises me when he begins to push my shirt up my torso, stopping just below my chest. "I want y-you to t-take off y-your shirt," He blinks, looking at my belly button to avoid my teasing grin. "A-and y-your th-thong," He adds timidly. (Yes I wear thongs don't judge) Pleased that he's making an effort, I pull my shirt over my head, my nipples hardening as the cool morning air brushes against them. Taehyungs eyes focus on the tattoo at the center of my chest, taehyung once again swallowing the lump in his throat as he resists the urge to touch it. He looks adorable as he tries to reign in his lust but I am determined to make him lose his sanity today. Climbing off his lap and sitting between his ankles, I very slowly slide my thong down my thighs, my eyes observing his facial expressions as he watches me undress. I raise my legs a little, taehyung watching me intensely as I removed the thong from my ankles. He then instructs me to sit on his lap again, this time with my back to his chest as I straddle him. His fingers timidly tug at the strap on my tang top, his lips shyly grazing the now bare flesh of my shoulder. I lean my back against his chest, guiding one of his hands over my chest and squeezing it. A little moan ripples up my throat, his other hand slowly sliding in between my thighs so that his fingers tease stroking my semi hard dick. Hoping to encourage him to jerk me of, I slide my hand over his and interlock our fingers. "Have I ever told you how much I love your voice? How much I love the way you say my name just before you kiss me?" I murmur as I slowly rub my ass against him. "I love how deep it is, especially when you're just waking up... Sometimes I think about your voice when I'm alone in the shower, imagining you whispering my name in my ear as you fuck me senselessly, it's enough to get me hard just thinking about it" I giggle, knowing that his face is likely as a red as a cherry. "I love when you moan my name," I add in a whisper, as if it is a secret only the two of us can share. "Especially when you cum inside me after losing all control. It's the most delicious feeling knowing I am the only one who will ever make you moan my name." I turn my head to look at him, mesmerized by the beautiful brown eyes that stare back at me. "H-ho....hos..hos," he stammers, his words almost incoherent.I change positions so that I am still straddling him but now facing him, his cheeks almost the shade of rubies.I gently hold his face in my hands and pull him closer. "Ho-se-ok,"I murmur, gently nibbling on taehyung's lower lip. "Go slow, jagi. Take your time." Taehyung swallows hard, his lips opening and closing as he grows anxious. "Don't be nervous," I whisper in his ear as I take his hand and slide it past my thighs resting his hand on my ass. "Do you want to feel how wet your 'good morning' already made me?" He audibly gasps when I push two of his fingers in between my asscheeks, his favor, the slick from my uterine entrance pooling around him while the green of his irises seem to darken almost to the color of moss. Taehyung suddenly pushes me onto my back, propping up my legs and spreading them apart for him to access my now aching bussy (a/n this will be the turn i will use when referring to a fem-males uterine entrance). He then lays on his stomach and wraps an arm around my thigh while his free hand spreads apart my asscheeks, gasping at my twitching asshole. I hardly have time to process what is happening when I feel his tongue plunge into my ass, my back arching instinctively against the sensation. His tongue darts in and out of me in quick thrusts, my toes curling in pleasure. "Oh fuck yes, taehyung, just like that," I moan when he moves his tongue over my prostate hitting all the right spots."F-fuck yes, jagi. Just like that. Just like that!" I cry out, my legs twitching and shaking with every flick of his tongue. l prop myself up on my elbows to watch him work, taehyung's eyes locking with mine as he eats me out. When he closes his lips over my throbbing rim, however, paired with his tongue hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves on my prostate, I damn near lose my mind, throwing my head back as the unbelievable feeling of ecstasy washes over me. "F-fuck, taehyung. Don't stop! Don't stop!" I plead as he works his tongue faster against my prostate. I feel myself on the verge of exploding when he suddenly pulls away, a soft whine escaping my lips. "Wait tae-" Before I finish my sentence, taehyung flips me over my stomach, pushing me up on my knees so that my bare ass sits up in the air. I yelp when I feel him smack my right cheek, my precum dripping down my thighs. My skin tingles as he slides his hand up my spine towards my head, his finger gripping my hair. He takes his tip and rubs it up and down my dripping entrance, I moan wanting him to enter me so badly. "Mine," he growls, thrusting his dick inside my longing ass. I feel every inch of him fill me up to the brim, my fingers digging into the sheets of the bed for support as I tighten around him. "Ah! Yes!" I cry into the mattress when he forcefully pounds into me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" His hand still gripping my hair pushes my face into the mattress with every thrust, while his other hand grabs onto my hips. A tightness fills my chest as I feel myself approach my climax, my legs turning to jelly the harder he pumps. However the sound of min-jun's voice and a knock at the door, robs me of my orgasm. In the blink of an eye, I find myself sitting back on taehyung's lap with his fingers still in my assbut a small pool of my cum now dripping from my dick and onto the sheets. "Eomma, are you awake?" Min-jun calls out, once again knocking on the door. "Can I come in?" I look around the room in confusion, blinking furiously to make sure I'm actually awake. Did I make that allup? I wonder to myself when taehyung suddenly gasps. He looks completely mortified, his eyes wide in shock and his face as red as a tomato. "What?" I ask before it hits me. That was his fantasy... My entire body tingles with excitement. "Taehyung..." I whisper. "Is that really what you want?" I ask in a seductive tone. Taehyung was too embarrassed to respond, instead he slowly nods his head at me, my excitement reaching its peak. "Eomma?" Min-jun calls out. "Eomma are you there?" "I'll be right there Min-jun, hold on!" I call back, quickly leaning into taehyung's ear. "One day...we'll get there," I murmur. "I promise."
