Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #47 Ribs

Large warm hands ran up and down my body with the weight and influence of a thousand empires. My eyes rolled in and out of consciousness. My hips moved in circles against the sheets. My arms and legs extended in every direction. My breath was slow and controlled.

"Please." I begged, as the weight of another flooded my senses. I wished to embrace them. Feel their intricacy, their perfection. Low deep breaths warmed my cheeks. Warm liquid trickled down my neck and spine. The contact produced beads of sweat that did not feel wet, but hot.

"Oh god." I whispered. I opened my body to the stranger. The pressure was foreign yet unmistakably purposeful. Long slender fingers coursed through my scalp. We tussled in the sheets, our positions shifting in a constant heap of slick sweaty skin. Our body's slid against each other, completing each other's puzzle of anatomy. 

My breaths quickened into sharp desperate inhales. Their name was on the tip of my tongue. A distant memory. Without their name my satisfaction was clouded with an empty criteria. I gripped their skin in between my fingers, puncturing gruesome marks in their untouched superiority. I had it. Their name. It was formed in pretty letters across my tongue in thick saliva.

"Jungkook," They whispered.

"Hm~," I mumbled. The noise came out weak and breathy.

"It's time to snap out of it." They rasped.

"What?"

I jolted forward in discomfort. Memories evaporated in an instant and cold moist sheets hung low off my hips. My neck twisted and screamed as I rolled from my stomach to my side. I fluttered my eyes open to see a bright blur. It smelled of oiled wood and vanilla. 

I groaned as I swallowed dry lumps of empty emotions. I felt flustered and frustrated without any recollection as to why. I turned over on my back. My hand brushed against a rough velvet fabric. My hand caressed and thinned the fabric between my fingertips as I fiddled with the lip. My fingers ran up the silky material, eventually identifying it as a sleeve. 

My eyes stared blankly at the disheveled man sound asleep beside me. I couldn't help but let my eyes linger. His dark brown hair rested over his face in a feathery array of wisps and curls. His lips were ever so slightly plump; his cheeks flushed with an inviting shade of pink. His long eyelashes poked into the smooth skin under his eyes. His silk pajamas were wrinkled, stretched over one shoulder. He slept on his stomach, his head turned my direction, both of his arms sprawled; his left dangling off the bed.

I swallowed. There was no shame in admiration if no witness could prove it. Last night's endeavors twisted my stomach like a wringed cloth, the tension sucking my throat dry. I sat up on my elbows, taking numerous minutes to perform each movement in order to avoid waking Taehyung. I didn't feel as uncomfortable as I would have imagined waking up next to such a man, but it wasn't an experience I wished to experiment with.

I separated my legs and shifted one of my calves to dangle off the side of the bed. My expression dropped into a sickening look of horror. My stomach was lodged into my throat. I slowly separated my knees further, lifting the sheets with one hand. My fears were indisputable. A slick liquid covered my inner thighs. No. Fucking. Way.

I could only stare. I wasn't thinking. I was launched far too deeply into my delusions of denial. I repeated the words in my head over and over again. No matter how many times, I couldn't seem to get a hold of myself. I had a wet dream in Kim Taehyung's bed. I had a wet dream in Kim Taehyung's bed. I had a fucking wet dream in Kim Taehyung's bed.

My breath grew shallow. My eyes immediately shot to Taehyung who was still sound asleep, his breathing deep and hollow. My eyes fell back on the moist patches staining the sheets. Think, Jungkook. Fucking do something! My eyes darted around the room in panicked scans. My sights fell onto a silk rope tied to one of the bed posts, tying back a set of curtains. I know what I'll do. I'll just kill the bastard. I'll strangle him in cold blood, then 'Ta Da", he'll never know. My eyes shifted to the pillow behind me. Even better I'll just suffocate him with a pillow. Bam! Problem solved.