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Velvet couch | 12:03 AM | Storm raining outside

"I hate you," you sobbed, voice shaky, body trembling so hard it felt like your bones might crack. The storm outside slammed against the windows, thunder roaring like it could feel your chaos too.

Taehyung didn't flinch.

He was on his knees, crouched between your shaking thighs like a man starved. His broad shoulders filled the space, his eyes locked on your soaked center with a hunger that made your stomach twist.

"You hate me?" he murmured, lips brushing your inner thigh, so hot and gentle it made your skin crawl in the most sinful way.

You nodded quickly, tears falling down your cheeks.

His fingers dragged slowly up your thighs, spreading them wider, and your breath caught in your throat.

"Say it again," he whispered darkly, nose brushing the heat between your legs, his voice soaked in wicked delight. "Say it while you cum all over my fingers."

You opened your mouth to curse him again, but the only sound that came out was a broken, helpless moan-his name-shamed from the back of your throat.

Your back arched slightly. Your body, against your will, pressed into his touch like it needed it more than air. Your nipples brushed against the velvet couch beneath you, making you gasp from the coldness.

His thick fingers pushed inside you, slow and deep.

You cried out instantly, hips jerking toward his hand. His thumb moved over your clit in slow, cruel circles-just enough to make your legs shake, not enough to push you over.

"Look at you," he breathed, eyes never leaving your face. "Your body's so honest, baby. Doesn't matter what your mouth says."

"You're sick," you panted, voice shaking, nails clawing at the velvet. "Y-You're-ah-"

"Shh..." he cooed mockingly, curling his fingers just right. You cried out again, body twisting helplessly. "Let your cunt speak for you."

"You bastard," you whimpered, but your hips were moving with him, riding his fingers with filthy, desperate grace.

His gaze grew darker. "You said you hate me," he rasped, curling his fingers deeper. "But this greedy little pssy? She remembers me."

"Fck you," you hissed, turning your face away, tears burning your eyes.

He grinned-a slow, dangerous grin that made your stomach clench. "Say it louder."

"Fck. You."

He slammed his fingers into you, fast and deep, and you choked on your breath. A sob mixed with a moan tore from your throat.

"Yeah," he growled, voice shaking with his own need. "That's what I fcking thought."

You couldn't breathe. Every thrust of his fingers hit the exact spot that made you crumble. Your body shook as the orgasm built, fast and sharp, but just before it could break-