fake love (k.th)

VI

The sun retreats majestically as it was shining in a clear blue sky with the bird chirping loudly. Slowly, Taehyung opened his eyes and groaned at the noise. He squinted as the light of sunrays coming from the window hit his chiseled face.

He sat up, scanning the room before landing his eyes on the petite body beside him. He rubbed his face when the scene of last night came into his mind, replaying just like a tape without the pause or stop button.

His hatred made him took things too far. His hatred made him a monster.

Like, who the hell raped his own wife?

'But, she is my wife. Why the hell this called raping when this is her duty as my wife?'

He looked at her again. Her back was facing him, giving him the full view of an exquisite tattoo just below her left shoulder. It was a crescent moon, surrounded with roses at the bottom with small 'K.T.H' at the corner. He furrowed his brows at the letters.

K.T.H?

He shook his head and carefully got off the bed, not daring to wake her up. He took his clothes and walked out her room. His face had frown as he kept walking to his room, the letters tattooed on her shoulder made him curious.

What's those letters means? Are they some initials or maybe something else?

He walked into his bathroom, taking a shower. He stood still under the shower, letting the water flowed down his slender body, his brain kept thinking about the letters. As he kept raking his brain about the letters, the picture of her glass-shaped body came to his mind and that's enough to make him feel aroused again.

He glanced down, scoffing at himself for getting hard just by the thought of her body. He let out a chuckled, shaking his head, trying to get off his mind from last night. Taehyung admitted, despite of her innocent look, she sure had a very fine, hot body and to top that, she even had a big ass tattoo on her shoulder which just made her looked so sexy in his eyes.

He seems can't get enough of her body as he lost counts of how many rounds of intercourse he had done last night with her.

That girl sure was wrecked.

All of this were new to him and he acknowledged it.

He never felt this way with Ae-ra.

Wrapping himself around firmly, he started moving his hand up and down his hard manhood, jacking off with her body in his mind. He could not believe what he was doing right now.

Never ever in his life, he feel so needy for a woman like this. Until the point, he needed to use his own hand to pleasure himself. Usually women throw themselves at him, begging to be fuck by him.

He groaned and panted heavily, leaning against the fogged up glass wall. He sighed heavily and continued washing himself.

He needed to stop being a dick and man up. He needed to apologize to Ji-yeon.

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Opening my eyes, I slowly sat up, as the pain on my lower body was unbearable. I whimpered, trying to get off the bed only to fail miserably.