Marriage or Mess?

chapter 29

Park Rami

I never thought taehyung would be thinking like that. The taehyung I’ve seen would never look down on himself rather can make people doubt their existence. This taehyung is so new to me.

Guess I’ve lot other sides of him to see.

And I love every fucking one of it.

“So, Mr Kim. Would you do an honour and spend this night with your lover?”

“this night? I’m planning to name every night, day, minute , second on my lover.”

“there are many lovers of yours Mr Kim. On whom you are naming all of yourself?”

“the one who owns me. The one who has the right to ruin me. My wife.”
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Butterflies and butterflies.
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My cheeks are hurting by the amount I’m smiling.

My wife.

His wife.

Me.

“Go on. Change and then come downstairs. We will have a delicious meal made by your lover, who also happens to be your wife. Then we will have a dance and a movie night.” I smiled seeing his lips stretching out in his beautiful boxy smile.

“will be right back love.” He pecked my lips and again and again until I pushed him away from me. His laugh filling up my ears. 

“shall we dance?” I pulled out my hand in front of him. He gasped dramatically placing his hand on his heart and one on  his wide opened mouth. He was acting all shy.

“Are you spoiling me?” he asked while I placed his hand around my waist , instantly feeling his grip tightening but delicate enough to not hurt me.

“why? Can I not spoil my husband?”

“you surely can darling.” He swirled my around. My back sticking to his chest while his arms perfecting embraced my waist like I was made for him.

Specially.

Just for him.

We swayed left to right on the light music playing.

His head sticking to mine while he time to time stole kisses and I don’t mind any of them.

Oh god!

I am so in love with him.

“this dress looks so good on you but not long.”

“Why?” He moved close to my ear before whispering in his husky deep voice “because it would be lying somewhere on the floor soon where it should be.” He kissed my ear before pulling himself out leaving my breath fast.

Before I could recover from his low voice , he latched his lip on my neck skin, nibbling over it making small gasps and light moans to escape my mouth.

I was so into his lips doing joys on my neck that I didn’t notice when his hand reached my shoulders and he pulled the strings of my dress leaving my breasts on the complete view.

Being the padded dress I didn’t wore any bra. “you have always been so beautiful strawberry.” He said over my lips and-

I can never be more confident about my body then now.

His finger played with my already hardened nipples while my hand urged to touch him.

But before I could have a ounce of his skin under my touch, he locked both my hands in his large one palm. “no touching me unless I want you to. Beg.”

“What?”

“beg me strawberry. Beg want you want and I’ll surely give it you.” I looked at him with a little fury in my eyes.

I want to touch him but I’m not going to feed his man ego.

Never.

“I will not.”

“then no touching me. If you do I’ll stop pleasuring you.” His wicked smirk came again on his handsome face. Soon the dress was discarded off my body leaving in only my panty with his hand touching every inch of me while my hand stood beside mine clenching.

Desperate to touch him.

He kissed me again on lips with his hand gripping my neck while his one hand moved further down reaching my womanhood before brushing his fingers on my clothed area. A gasp left mouth making his smirk widen while eyes darkening with the hunger to just ruin me.

“so wet for me?” I was not in senses to answer any of his cocky remarks.

He picked me up and laid both of us on the mattresses I sat up for our movie night.

But this is much better way to use them.

He left my mouth but kept his on my body, worshipping every part me. My hands gripping the sheet.

In an instant his head dipped between my legs as his breath touched my sensitive area making shiver. My legs shaking but his one rough hold made me glue to my position.

His tongue doing their work ever so properly making it hard for me to not touch him. His one hand on my thigh , one moving here and there on my body. Him eating me out felt like a dream, a vivid dream.

But it was not.

It was happening and I was fucking craving it more.

“Taehyung-” I wasn’t able to form any word by the amount of pleasure I was receiving. “ I’m close-” but he moved back leaving me frustrated.

“don’t fucking stop!” I shouted. I was too desperate to release.

“At least let me touch you. I fucking want to touch you.” I was practically begging.

“please let me touch you.” And I did.

His eye darkened. “See. It was simple. Touch me strawberry.” He spoke with his cocky smirk. I pulled up his sweatshirt feeling his abs under my skin.
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I’m pathetic.

I arched my back to feel him over me.

His hardened dick touching mine sensitive area leaving me gasping for more.

And I got what I dreamt of.