BTS Oneshots(Long Chapters Ahead) Smut Warning

My Khal

Relief and desire hung heavy in the air as Mahima and Hoseok entered their opulent bedroom. The battle was over, the adrenaline subsided, and all that remained was a yearning for each other. Hoseok, discarding his bloodied armor, disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the shower running filled the room, a soothing white noise that calmed Mahima's racing heart.

Moments later, the bathroom door steamed open, revealing a shirtless Hoseok, his body taut with warrior strength. Water droplets trickled down his sculpted chest, glistening in the soft lamplight. Mahima's breath hitched in her throat. Despite the horrors of the day, the sight of him ignited a fire within her.

He approached her, his gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Khaleesi," he rumbled, his voice husky with unspoken desire, "are you alright?"

Mahima reached out, her hand instinctively finding the back of his head. She pulled him close, the feel of his damp skin against hers electrifying. Their lips met in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. It was a kiss that spoke of relief, of gratitude for their survival, and of a love that had only grown stronger in the face of adversity.

They broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, their chests heaving with the force of their kiss. "I was so scared, baby," Mahima whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Hoseok cupped her face in his calloused hands, his gaze searching hers. "I know, love," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "But I'm here now. And I will never leave you, not unless you want me to."

Mahima shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "I don't want you to leave me ever, please. Not even for a moment."

Her vulnerability ignited a fierce protectiveness within him. He pulled her closer, his body a warm shield against the world. "Then you don't have to," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. "Let's forget about the battle, about the fear. Let's just… be together."

Mahima, her voice laced with a desperate need, whispered, "Take me now, baby. Make me forget about it all."

Hoseok, his own desire a raging inferno, needed no further encouragement. He reached down and removed his loincloth, the garment falling to the floor with a soft thud. Mahima, her heart pounding in her chest, reached out and placed a hand on the wall for support. With a graceful movement, she raised one leg, offering herself to him.

Hoseok, his eyes smoldering with a possessive hunger, cupped her raised leg, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. He positioned himself at her entrance, their connection a promise of the pleasure to come.

"I am extremely lucky to have you by my side," Mahima whispered, her voice breathless with anticipation. "Please, never leave me."

Hoseok leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'd never leave you, Khaleesi," he vowed, his voice a husky rumble. "Not in this life, or the next."

And with that, he entered her in a single, smooth motion. A gasp escaped Mahima's lips as he filled her, the familiar ache morphing into an all-consuming pleasure. They moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies a perfect symphony of desire. The horrors of the day faded away, replaced by the exquisite sensations of their lovemaking.

Hoseok's thrusts grew deeper, faster, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. Mahima matched his intensity, her moans echoing through the luxurious bedroom. They were a whirlwind of passion, two souls intertwined in a primal dance of love and desire.

As the peak of their pleasure approached, Mahima clung to him, her nails digging into his back. Her body convulsed with a wave of ecstasy, a release that left her breathless and trembling. Hoseok followed moments later, his own guttural cry echoing in the room.

They collapsed onto the plush bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Mahima nestled her head against his chest, his strong heartbeat a lullaby against her ear. In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, a sense of deep contentment washed over them.

Hoseok, tracing lazy circles on her back with his finger, whispered, "Thank you, Khaleesi. For everything."

Mahima smiled, a feeling of pure bliss radiating from within. "Thank you, Khal," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "For being you."

They lay entwined in the afterglow of their love, the weight of the battle a distant memory. In each other's arms, they found solace, strength, and a love that promised to weather any storm