Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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*Week 9*

Tired. Sweaty. Exhausted.

Frankie felt like her limbs were loaded with bricks, pushing through as the concert finished to make sure everyone had food when it was all over. She wanted nothing more than to go to sleep on the nearest soft surface, but she remembered that Dr. Choi had told her she would start feeling more tired for a few weeks and pushed through. She pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, huffing as she checked the holding temp of the food, satisfied that it would stay warm and not spoil in the following two hours.

Happy with her work, she texted Taehyung so he would see her message when he came off the stage and know she was already back at the hotel. He typically wanted three things when he got done with a good show - feed, fuck, fall unconscious - and the show had sounded like it was more than good. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist that look in his eye when she saw him, and that she would definitely need a nap in order to keep up. Packing her small bag she had with her, she asked one of the drivers to take her to the suite she shared with the man of her dreams.

~*~

True to his nature, Taehyung had a dark glint in his eye shen he woke Frankie up by running his hands from her knee to her thigh as she laid on the plush bed. She moaned as she felt his warm palm slide over the swell of her ass, a heavy groan his answer as he kneaded the firm flesh.

"Tae?" her voice was still quiet as she rose from the depths of sleep, smiling when he hummed in return, "Did you eat?"

"Of course I did, Baby," he chuckled, "But I had to make it quick, since my little rabbit ran away."

"I was too tired to have sex against the wall in the dressing room," she grinned, "Or the bathroom, or behind the tech storage under the stage."

He wiggled his eyebrows, "Not even on the golf cart they use to take the food back and forth?" he climbed onto the bed with her, "Because I'm almost positive I could have arranged that one again."

Frankie giggled as he peppered kisses on her neck and the top of her chest, grabbing the top of her cotton tank top with his teeth before pulling back and letting it snap into place. Settling him between her legs, she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots when he bit lightly at her nipple through her thin top. She arched when he did it again, her weariness suddenly gone.

As predicted, she couldn't resist him.

"God I love when you touch me," she whined, "Touch me more, Tae."

Taehyung responded with fervor, his hands leaving every inch burning for more as he peeled her top and shorts from her quickly. She barely had time to tug his shirt from over his head before he had his pants off and was back between her legs in his loose boxers. Frankie's breath stuck in her throat when he pressed himself into her cleft, their scant underwear barely enough to keep him from sliding inside of her.

"Marry me in Paris," he whispered, slender fingers teasing the inner hem of her satin panties, "I can't wait. I want you to be mine."

"I'm already yours," she breathed, pulling him closer, "I'm yours, Tae."

"You know what I mean," he growled, both in reaction to her answer and to the wetness he found underneath her panties as he pushed them down her hips.

"Okay okay," she laughed, helping him from his own underwear, "I will marry you in Paris," she agreed, "But after the tour is over."

Taehyung positioned himself at her entrance, using his free hand to slick himself with her arousal, "That's too long away!"

"And a week is too short!" she returned, bucking her hips until just the tip of his erection pressed into her soaking core, "Our parents will kill us!"