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☆ | 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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"Did you know your p*ssy is the best I've ever had?" Taehyung whispered against your ear, his breath hot as he slowly pushed his thick, hard c*ck inside you. His deep voice was rough with lust, but there was something possessive in his tone, something that made your heart flutter and your body tighten.

You gasped, your hands flying up to grab onto his broad shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin slightly as your face turned a deep shade of red. "T-Taehyung... you always say that..." you whispered shyly, trembling beneath his weight.

He gave a low chuckle, grinding into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. "That's because it's true," he groaned, his eyes locked on your face. "No one else could ever fcking compete with this sweet little cnt. It feels like you were made just for me-like your body knows I'm the only one who belongs inside you."

His filthy words made your whole face burn, your lips parting in soft gasps. "D-Don't say it like that..."

Taehyung leaned closer, his nose brushing your cheek as his hips dragged against yours again, harder this time. "Why not, baby?" he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "I love how you blush when I say things like this. You pretend to be so shy... but this p*ssy? She tells me the truth."

Your eyes fluttered shut as your walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"F*ck," he hissed. "See that? You're clenching like crazy. So wet. So warm. Your p*ssy's begging to be filled, baby."

You whimpered, body shaking. "N-No... she's just... sensitive..."

Taehyung's eyes darkened as he looked down at where your bodies were connected. His fingers slid down to rub your cl*t gently, circling it with slow, teasing movements. "Sensitive, huh?" he muttered. "Then why is she dripping all over me like this? You're soaked, sweetheart. This messy little hole is filthy for me."

Your breath caught in your throat. Your legs trembled as he played with you while still buried deep inside. "Tae-please... I c-can't take it..."

He grabbed your waist tighter and leaned in, his lips brushing your neck. "Yes, you can. You'll take every f*cking inch of me. Because you're my good little wife, right?"

He shifted your body easily, pulling you up and bending you over the edge of the table. You gasped as your bare chest hit the cold surface, your ass high in the air.

"T-Taehyung!" you squealed, trying to look back at him. "You can't-we're not alone... What if someone hears us?"

He growled, gripping your hips and slamming into you from behind, making you cry out. "Let them," he said, voice dark. "I want them to hear. I want the whole fcking world to know who this tight little pssy belongs to."

Your moans echoed around the room, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto as he pounded into you. The table creaked loudly with every thrust, but Taehyung didn't stop. His hands gripped your waist so tight you knew you'd see bruises later.

"F*ck, baby," he grunted, eyes locked on your shaking body. "You have no idea how hot you look right now. Bent over, dripping from earlier... your p*ssy still stuffed with my cum. You were made for me."

He leaned forward, his chest against your back, and one hand wrapped lightly around your neck. Not squeezing-just holding, claiming.

"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, voice softer now but just as intense. "You like when I lose control and f*ck you like you're mine."

You whimpered, eyes stinging. "I-I don't know... It feels so wrong..."

He kissed your cheek gently. "That's what makes it feel so f*cking good."

Suddenly, he pulled out, and you gasped at the emptiness. Before you could ask, he lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the table, spreading your trembling thighs open wide.

His eyes darkened as he looked between your legs. "You know what I wanna do?" he asked quietly. "I wanna just stare at this ruined little pssy. Look how swollen and messy she is. Fck, you look so pretty like this."

You blushed hard and tried to close your legs, but he caught your knees and held them open.

"Don't you f*cking dare hide her from me," he growled. "She's mine."

"Tae... it's embarrassing..." you whispered, looking away.

He lifted your chin and made you look at him. "I live for your embarrassment," he said, eyes burning into yours. "That shy face while I turn you into a whimpering mess... It makes my d*ck even harder."

Before you could speak again, he dropped to his knees and pulled your legs over his shoulders.

"T-Taehyung, wait-ah!" you gasped as his tongue licked a long, slow stripe through your folds.

He moaned lowly. "F*ck, baby. You taste like heaven and sin. I'll never get enough of this."

Your hands flew to his hair, trying to push him away gently, but he growled and grabbed your thighs tighter.

"You're addictive," he groaned. "My innocent little baby with the dirtiest, sweetest p*ssy in the world... and she doesn't even know it."

You cried out, body shaking as he devoured you like a starved man. Your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn't stop.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening, he looked up at you with that dangerous smile.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, brushing your hair from your damp face.

You nodded weakly. "Y-Yeah... just dizzy..."

He chuckled and stood up, lifting you gently in his arms. "Good," he whispered. "Because we're not done yet."

He carried you into the bathroom and placed you carefully on the counter in front of the mirror. Your bare body trembled, your skin flushed, thighs still twitching.

He stood behind you, pressing his bare chest against your back, grinding his hard c*ck against your ass. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

"Look at yourself," he whispered, his breath on your neck. "Look how wrecked you are. Look how beautiful you are when you've been f*cked by me."

You tried to avoid your reflection, turning your face away. But he gently turned you back with his fingers under your chin.

"No hiding," he said softly. "This is what my good little wife looks like after I've claimed her. Don't be ashamed of it. I f*cking worship this version of you."

You blushed again, eyes glimmering with emotion. "You're such a pervert..."

He chuckled low, lips brushing your shoulder. "And you're my perfect little victim," he whispered, kissing your neck with a tenderness that contrasted the rough way he'd just had you.

His arms wrapped tighter around you from behind as he pressed his forehead to yours in the mirror.

"I love you like this," he said quietly, voice raw. "And I'm never letting you go."

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