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pillow riding

"what the fuck?! That was the most embarrassing thing", "Honey, it's okay it happens sometimes", "Don't look at me I'm embarrassed", "No don't be it's okay you were probably overwhelmed" She sits down on the leather chair, hands to her temple mumbling profanities, to any person viewing it would look like she was stressed about something, or remembered something embarrassing from years ago. 

he sits on the armrest next to her and places his arms around her shoulders, but she instantly gets up as if his touch revolts, "Don't". "Honey-" she doesn't let him complete his sentence, "taehyung kim, don't patronize me", "okay we're using my government name then" he whispers under his breath trying to console her, "I'm not trying to, it's okay" "what do you mean it's okay" she mocks him making dramatic hand gestures, "I CAN'T" she tries to find the right words, "perform... in bed" her voice is hushed, almost unheard with the cool breeze in the late evening, "honey it's okay you're probably just stressed", "stressed for two weeks?! I haven't orgasmed in two weeks!" she finds is almost impossible to not yell at her fiancé.  

it's turned into a routine for the past two weeks, every time they try to... well get her to. it ends up in this back-and-forth never-ending embarrassment and consolation to no avail.  they've tried all the things that came to mind, and they've gone at it for hours with results only being pulled muscles, frustration, and his orgasm, they've researched multiple reasons, new exciting positions to no use either.  

they sit in silence... on different chairs in the living room because yn refuses to let taehyung touch her. "it could be me" he sulks, "we could try a threesome" he isn't happy about it but he hates seeing his betrothed in shambles, it's disheartening. "are you out of your bloody mind?! it's embarrassing enough with you and now you want to share our problem with a stranger?!", "it won't be a stranger it will be a friend", "Even worse!" she lays down on the couch in defeat. 

taehyung looked at her figure slumped into the couch, one hand covering her face, the other touching the floor, he could cry. it's been two weeks, he can't help but think he's the problem maybe he isn't enough for his wife-to-be. and he hates every second of this nightmare, he hates the way he feels, he hates seeing his beloved like this, he hates her annoyed expressions and embarrassed yells, it's all just so inelegant and sad especially so close to the wedding. 

the silence is deafening and neither of them makes an effort to break it, "I have an idea" she chokes out, terrified to say it, "so there was this thing I did as a teen" Her voice is slow and drawled but he waits patiently, all through this it was the most important thing, "pillow riding", "pillows?!" he sounds almost offended. almost. the part of his that isn't offended is turned on by the picture of yn pillow humping. 

"Why do you sound offended?" 

"pillows, me, PILLOWS" he's flustered.

she ignores his weird insecurity, "Aren't you glad it might be pillows rather than someone" he mumbles something inaudible but agrees. 

she's quick to understand what he feels, he feels like he isn't needed anymore, "but you need to guide me with that gorgeous voice of yours" She tries to make him feel better and it works, and his eyes light up. 

she guided him to sit down on the couch in the bedroom and crawls onto the bed and places her pillow in the center, then stacks another one and then his pillow on top. he looks at her with an amused smile, "First why don't you go wear that pretty school dress I had bought you, hmm?" she follows his command and comes back in that pretty little lingerie with a short skirt and little white top. she sits beside the stack of pillows, "Isn't my pretty baby going to mount the pillows?" his voice is deep, dipped in a honey-sweet tone, "Yes sir" she sighs blissfully, "Mhmm yes" She looks at him with big doe eyes waiting for his command, "so eager huh? go on ride my pillow like a dirty little slut".

her movements are slow at first. she quickly picks up her pace, grinding on the pillow, her moans are soft and low as she rides the pillow. "enjoying my pillow more than my cock?" he chuckles devilishly enjoying the view. "ngh no sir".

"some audacity you have saying no after all that" voice dangerously low.

"ahh sir" her moans flow from her wet lips so beautifully, like a melody, "Yes baby, you're doing so well" Sweat covers her body as it glistens in the low light of the room, her legs on either side of the pillows, body bending forward, hands clutching the sheets tightly pulling them from the edges, her hips jutting against the pillow. his pillow. the smell of his heavy cologne is relaxing, it turns her on to some extent. she looks at him with hooded eyes. 

his eyes are glued to her, long slender hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it in a hypnotic movement. She watches his veiny hands attentively, the way he strokes it slowly, his moans low, pre-cum leaking as he uses his thumb to spread it on the tip, his eyes rolling back momentarily only to look at her again.

the bed is a mess, the sheets scrunched up around her, her hands clutching the sheet so hard that her knuckles are white but she pays no attention to that as she humps her pillow. "oh my god yes yes yes" she mutters. her pace is uneven. her moans fill the room "Sir ahh please" he chuckles, "please what baby?" he knows full well her mind is blank and she's mumbling senselessly but he loves to tease her so. 

"sir ahh yes so good mhmm" he walks over to her and sits on the edge, "you like that baby? My little slut" he brings her face up with his palm on her chin. he softly caresses her cheek with his thumb feeling them wet, "oh that good huh?", "ngh taehyung" 

"yes baby say my name"

she moans his name sensually, resting her chin in his hand. tears flow down her cheeks, "you're my pornstar yes?" she nods furiously, "Use your words my cutie" "ngh yes sir, yours", "Yeah who do you belong to?" "you sir" he adored hearing that "That's right, all mine"  he holds her chin and kisses her sloppily. saliva drips down her chin. She brings one hand to hold his neck and pulls him into the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair. "I'm going- cum ahh" he smiles wide, "Yes baby, good come on" he connects their foreheads, rubbing his nose with hers, "ohh god yess fuck that's so good" Her grip tightens around his neck, feeling the knot tighten in her stomach, "god?" he chuckles, "why call god when I can take you to heaven will naughty pleasure to play in the lap of the devil" he tightens his hand around her chin, "but I'll be your devil, I hate sharing" 

her orgasm rips through her, and she rides it out slowly, body trembling with its intensity as it washes over her. She calms in his grip. "good girl" he pecks her lips. it takes her a few minutes to get up. she stumbles into his arms, "thank you" she gives him a dumb fucked smile. 

"you got caught up in the moment didn't you?", "huh?", "that god thing you got caught up in the moment", he chuckles nervously, "you need to stop reading my novels" he agrees, "yes sorry"

"it was kinda hot I liked it, very bookish" he folds his knee, bringing her lips closer to his, he hooks his finger below her chin and kisses her gently, their lips moving in sync, tongues dancing with eachother slow soft movements it's all so addicting, they pull away a string of saliva connecting them.
"I love you"
"I love you too, baby"