Gangster | Kim Taehyung

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[a/n: Warning for graphic/mature content~]

I turned over for the millionth time that night. I could not sleep no matter what or how many things I thought about. Taehyung seemed to be sleeping like a log and I was completely jealous. 

Turning over again, my face was directly near his. He looked really cute even though the room was engulfed in darkness. I resisted the urge to touch his face, but I could no longer, I brought my hand up to his face cupping it lightly. 

A screech escaped me when I felt his hand grab my wrist.

"I thought you were asleep," I whined. I released my wrist from his grip.

"With you turning over so much?" He turned to lay on his back.

"You're right. Sorry, I can't sleep," I said, releasing a sigh also turning to lay on my back, lightly. We lay there in the darkness for a moment until he spoke.

"You said you can't sleep?" He questioned, turning his head to me. "Mhm," I mumbled out of boredom. "I have an idea, but wait here for a few minutes," he said, getting up from the bed. He crept into the living space. I waited a few minutes until he came back, having my back faced to the door when he entered quietly. A sound of the door closing and locking warned me of his presence.

Patiently waiting for the other side of the bed to dip, instead it being my side of the bed, slightly as I felt a presence above me. I slowly turned my head to see Taehyung hovering over me. "W-what are you doing?" I questioned quietly. 

"They're all asleep...you know what that means?" He teased, dragging his finger from my side-burn down across my jaw. "Um I don-," he cupped my mouth with his hand. "Don't speak, love," he said as he leaned down, attacking my neck. I gasped at the contact of his lips and teeth. He created huge, red marks only to make them purple each time afterwards.

"T-Tae," I whispered. 

What if the others heard?

"Don't worry about anything," he said as if responding to my thoughts. His lips went down to my collarbones as I tried my best to stay silent. "This is in the way," he growled. I was going to respond when my clothing was already pulled off. I yelped, taking the blanket and covering myself quickly. He chuckled, moving the blanket as he climbed under it and started unbuttoning his pajama blouse with one hand. It was tossed to the side with the remainder of his clothes except for his boxers.

I admired his body starting from the face, down. His wound from the stab was faded, unbelievably. The situation got even more heated when I felt his hard, clothed length grind against me. The feeling was amazing, but not enough to feel satisfied. "Aah, ah-" I stuttered out. He smiled along my neck, removing his left hand on the side of my neck and laced his fingers around my underwear, yanking it off. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so loved," Taehyung thought, peppering a kiss on my neck. 

He ran his long fingers through my hair, bringing his lips closer and I responded softly with eagerness. My arms were now draped around his neck, lips devouring the other in a deep, passionate kiss. The moment he moved away I whined at the loss of contact. Only did I not expect to gasp at his length being slowly pushed into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively. My eyes watered at the painful stretch I was experiencing, a few tears falling. He softly kissed away my tears. 

"You're already like this for me?" He whispered with a smirk on his face, laughing cutely. "I-I...just-...y-you can move n-now," I whispered, hiding my face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. He whispered something incoherent before pulling his length out only to slam it back in. I moaned loudly, arching my back. His hands found their way to my waist, fingers tightening their grip at each thrust which was done with more force each time. I entangled my fingers in his frilly hair on the brink of reaching orgasm.