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[Edited] 🎀

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Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. One button. Then another. The room was quiet, the only sound was the soft click of each button coming undone. His chest was slick with sweat from the long day, each flex of his arm making his muscles stand out more clearly under the dim lights.

With a deep sigh, he pulled off the shirt, tossing it lazily onto the chair nearby. His toned chest was golden and warm, chest rising and falling as he ran a hand through his messy hair. A few strands stuck to his forehead. His eyes were slightly hooded, tired-but something else simmered in them. Something darker.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt with slow, practiced ease. The sound of the metal clinking echoed faintly. His pants dropped to his ankles, leaving him in just a pair of snug black boxers that hugged his hips perfectly.

Just as he turned to grab a towel from the closet, something soft and light-colored caught his attention.

He paused, frowning faintly.

Nestled between his folded clothes... was a small piece of lace.

He blinked, then slowly reached for it.

His long fingers plucked it from the stack of shirts and held it up.

His lips parted.

It was your panty.

His gaze darkened instantly.

A slow smirk spread across his lips, one brow rising. "What's this, baby?" he whispered, eyes gleaming with mischief and heat.

He brought it closer, his fingertips grazing the lace like it was a precious treasure. So delicate. So light. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the fabric.

Without thinking, he brought it to his face.

And buried his nose in it.

A low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest.

"F*ck... baby girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse, thick with hunger.

He inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut. His grip tightened around the soft lace.

"You smell so damn good... so sweet..." he murmured. His voice cracked slightly, like the need in him was too much to hold back.

His chest was rising faster now. You could see the tension in every muscle, the way his shoulders flexed as his breathing grew deeper. His jaw clenched. His free hand moved-slipping past his waistband, fingers wrapping around the length of his now rock-hard cock.

His head dropped back slightly, and a dark, broken moan fell from his lips.

"Yn..." he whispered like a prayer. "F*ck, I miss this pussy."

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Meanwhile...

You walked into the house, exhausted.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you dropped your bag to the floor with a sigh. Your feet throbbed in your heels. You slipped them off one by one, your shoulders heavy, aching.

You needed rest. A shower.

But more than that... you needed him.

"Taehyung?" you called out softly, hoping he was home.

Silence.

You frowned and walked further inside.

The hallway was dim, but warm. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of fabric softener and something distinctly him.

You reached the bedroom door-and noticed it wasn't fully closed.

It was cracked just enough to peek inside.

You reached out to push it open, but froze.

Your breath hitched. Your eyes widened.

Through the narrow gap, you saw him.

Taehyung. Half-naked. Standing near the closet.

His back was to you-strong, broad, and covered in light sweat. His boxers hung low on his hips, and every muscle moved so fluidly, so powerfully, it made your mouth go dry.

But your eyes dropped lower.

He was holding something.

You squinted.

It was your panty.

Your panty.

Your heart skipped.

And then stopped.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, stunned.

Heat rushed through your face, your chest, your thighs.

Then-

He brought it to his face again and groaned, his voice low and broken.

"Shit... baby... you smell so fucking perfect..."

You gasped. Your knees buckled. You gripped the doorframe for support.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively. A shiver ran down your spine. Your whole body felt like it was melting.

You were too shocked to speak.

Then he slipped his hand into his boxers.

"Taehyung..." you breathed out, barely audible.

You saw the way his fingers wrapped around himself. Slow. Tight. His length throbbed in his grip, already slick from his arousal. His head tilted back, and a raw moan spilled from his lips.

"Ahh... f*ck, Yn... I need you..."

You bit your lip hard, chest rising and falling. Your nipples hardened under your thin blouse. Every inch of your skin burned.

Your panties were soaked.

You leaned closer to the door, breathing harder, trying not to make a sound.

He stroked faster now. Desperate. Groaning with each tug.

"I wanna feel you riding me," he growled under his breath. "That tight little pussy bouncing on my cock..."

You whimpered.

"I can't take it anymore," you whispered, trembling. "I need him. I need him right now."

You reached for the door, ready to walk in-

But then he gasped sharply and stumbled toward the bathroom, still stroking himself, still groaning your name with that hungry voice.

The door shut.

And you were left standing there.

Frozen. Breathless.

Your hand trembled against the knob. Your other hand slowly slid down your stomach... lower... trying to soothe the ache between your legs.

"I just watched him..." you whispered to yourself, dazed. "Touching himself to me..."

You pressed your thighs together harder, desperate for some friction.

"He's always gentle with me... but this? This was dirty. So fucking dirty."

You licked your lips, breathing fast. Your body trembled with need.

Your voice came out in a low, trembling whisper.

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• TO BE CONTINUE. 🍷

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