𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

A/n: warning, fluffy smut muahahahah

"So, whats for dinner?" I asked, squeezing a pillow in my arms and using it to hide half my face.

Both the butler and I were butt-naked, oiled-up, and red-faced, with the remains of a wild night still evident on our bodies. It was already quite late in the afternoon but, in a rather slothful manner, the both of us hadn't thought of leaving the comfort of my bedroom all day.

We'd spent the last couple of hours making a tent out of blankets and pillows, and pretended we were the last two people left on earth. We were nudist nomads, free spirits who lived in nature and traveled the world together, unbound by any rules or regulations.
The bed was our shelter and our safe haven, while the rest of my bedroom was a scary forrest, filled with dangerous creatures, unkown terrors, and endless adventures.

"Berries," Taehyung said, grabbing a tray of actual blueberries he'd plucked from a bush in the garden. The man began to feed me, placing a berry in my mouth like I was Ceaser himself and he was my servi privati.

"What if it gets cold during the night?" I asked, opening my mouth for more after every berry. "Won't we freeze to death?"

"Not if we hold each other." Taehyung fed me another berry before pulling me closer and making me straddle him. His body was on fire, just like mine, and we burned wildly together, replacing the sun as it began to lower from the sky.

"Any other questions?" My love asked, picking up another berry, and placing it right on my toungue.

I chewed and hummed to the melody of Let Me Call You Sweetheart as I let my fingers dance across the man's honey skin. "You know, we can only survive three days in the wild without fresh water..."

"Is three days not enough?" The butler asked.

"Oh, not nearly," I moped, pouting like a petulant child. "It's tragic."

"Maybe a little," Taehyung purred. "But how could a lifetime in Hell ever go up against three days in paradise?"

I dragged my tongue across my lips with a hungry, lustful gaze. Our little game had begun again. The pressure was building up in both our bellies. The the atmosphere weighed heavier than a thousand pounds, but that was exactly how we liked it. There was a sense of fun in waiting for it all to break. In assessing which one of us would give in first and fall victim to their shameless desires.

I was luring him in, but he was doing the same to me, and there was a sort of dance to it. It wasn't the turkey trot, and it wasn't a waltz, but it was exciting and riveting in all the same ways. I wanted us to slowdance like this for days. For weeks. For months. But then I realized we already had.

"I think you might be right," I whispered. "Just this once."

Taehyung bared his teeth at me like an animal, before grabbing my thighs and giving them both a firm squeeze. He was so close to the edge. So close to losing from me. I just needed to try a little harder.

"What romance novel did you fall out of Taehyungie?" I asked, softly petting my darling's head. "You're a dream," I sighed. "An absolute dream."

I'd been so focused on making the butler lose, that I hadn't even noticed my own defences crumble bit by bit. The man leaned in just for a second, but I was the one who bridged the gap between us when I caught his lips with my own and slid my toungue into his mouth.

The heavy kisses. The desperate touches. It was all way too much, but at the same time it was never enough. Truthfully, we were just kids, but we could both feel it. This connection between us was much more than just a brief infatuation. It came so very close to feeling like love that it scared me. Because love was delicate, you see? Love was fragile. And I? I was a ticking time bomb...