In Another Lifetime

Still healing

I heard his breath hitch, saw his hand curl into the sheet, and I took him in my mouth, feeling his length go to the back of my throat, gagging me. I ignored it, wanting only to please him, to make him feel good.

~♡~

"Ahhhhh, fuuuucckk," he growled, his hips thrusting up, one hand now on my head, fingers folding into my hair. "S-shit...baby...don't stop" he grumbled, his thrusts getting faster.

I was so wet I could feel it on my thighs, and it surprised me, because I'd never experienced being aroused to that extreme before. At this point though, if all I got to do was please him, I was beyond happy with that.

I bobbed my head, my gag reflex having disappeared, and I loved the way he was responding to my touch. I loved touching him. This really was a dream come true. Maybe I wasn't being punished after all, because this felt like the most amazing gift, to be able to touch him, taste him, just be with him this way.

I let him fall from my mouth, moving up to position myself over him, reaching down and grabbing him. He watched me, a look of wide eyed wonder on his face, and as I lowered myself onto him, I leaned down, pressing my lips to his.

His hands found my hair, fingers sliding thru it as he deepened the kiss, and he moaned into my mouth as I moved my hips up and down, clenching my walls around him, feeling his length fill me up.

The heat was building in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel a jolt of pleasure with each thrust of his hips up against me. His hands roamed my body, leaving me tingling everywhere he touched me, his lips still on mine, as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

We moved with each other, our hands going every place they could reach, our lips connected as if drawn by a magnet. It was a dance I could have danced for the rest of time.

I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, seconds later feeling every muscle in my body clenching as the waves of pleasure overtook me, and I pulled my lips from his, crying out in ecstasy. I felt his hands on my hips, and then he grunted, his fingers digging into me as he thrust his hips up, holding me tight to him, his eyes closed and his head tilted back into the pillow.

"Fucking shit...holy fucking shit..." he breathed out as his body trembled, his legs shaking as his hips pumped in slow motion, releasing inside me.

Obviously, neither one of us had thought about protection, this time, or last, and I assumed it was because we both knew that this wasn't reality for me, and we didn't really need to worry about anything, all things considered.

I let my body relax, gently collapsing against him, his arms closing around me, and I stayed right where I was, in no hurry to move.

JINS POV

We arrived home from Myeongdong, everyone having their arms loaded with bags of groceries and what not. I wanted to put mine down so I could check on Taehyung, because I was concerned about him. He didn't seem to be in a good place the previous night when he'd arrived home.

The others were all ahead of me, mainly because I was carrying the most so it slowed me down a bit. They all placed their bags in the kitchen on the floor, and disappeared, leaving me to put everything away. This was always the case, no one wanting to help with that part. Taehyung was the only one who ever helped, always asking me where he should put things. But of course, I was on my own today.

I didn't mind, because I was the one who did most of the cooking, so I preferred to put it all away so I knew where everything was.

I kicked the door shut behind me and walked to the table to set my bags down, noticing the piece of paper there in the middle. I picked it up, reading over it slowly, confused.