Danced to impress, Hired to please.
"No man would ever watch her dance.. she's mine to watch, all mine to fuck "
★ Kim taehyung メ Kim Jennie.
☆ Erotic romance trope
★ Cover by @-we4slyy-
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T A E H Y U N G
Jennie's perfume lingers in the air even after she's gone.
An intoxicating reminder, almost as sweet as what I can still taste on my breath. I don't think the strongest whiskey could get rid of it. The taste has melded with my tongue, a slow exhale of Jennie every now and then.
It keeps me semi-erect for hours.
Everything below the waist is so heavy, it feels like I have a shackle around my balls, but I refuse to give it any attention. I can't have what it craves and I won't settle for anything less. Even imagining how light and perfect I would feel is not enough, but I won't be the man who steals her innocence with my money. I won't have a taste of the source of the sweetest droplet until I earn it.
But nothing says I have to play fair because I saw how fucking wet Jennie was earlier. Those beautiful eyes of her lit up with excitement when I put my hand between her thighs. I wonder if she has the willpower to hold off or if she'll be having some fun when she tucks herself in for the night.
I'll wait for something sweeter.
We're both dancing now—dancing around what we want. It is only a matter of time before one of us makes a move.
After I finally make it to bed, I have trouble to sleep. I've got plenty of worries to keep me up at night, but tonight, it is a pleasant disturbance.
Sweet Jennie.
My angel.
Dancing for me, swaying and moving to all of my favourite songs. Pink paradise on full display. A few hours is all I manage, then I'm awake and so is my need. My hunger, fucking insatiable. I can't taste her on my breath anymore. That is unfortunate. The loss turns into a craving and I fumble with my phone, thinking about calling Jennie.
"No, you fucking idiot" I say out loud, talking to myself which is a sign of madness, I think. "You can't do that"
I don't know if it is the devil on my shoulder or the sweet angel in my thoughts, but I manage to hold back. I throw my phone across the room and pour a big glass of whiskey. It isn't even noon, fuck it. My brother is getting drunk in Bangkok, calling it a business trip so he can write off the expense. I'll just be lush that doesn't have an excuse to put this bottle to my lips.
Jennie is in my thoughts, every sip. Every gulp. The bottle empties quickly and I'm staggering by mid afternoon. Food. It isn't very fancy compared to what I normally eat. Just a collection of leftovers that I devour like a slob. I stagger towards my home gym, laugh off the idea and end up face-down on my bed.
