mISFits - BTS OT& x OC - ***ON HOLD***

We On

"Turn over."

Cecily barely had time to comply to his demand before his hand landed heavily on her thigh, pulling it over his waist as he crawled onto the bed and over her. His body flush against hers, Taehyung flattened his tongue against her sternum, making a wet trail up to her ear.

"You made me weak," his voice rumbled in her ear, "Made my stomach drop out, pulled the rug from beneath my feet," his hand snaked into her hair, curling into the roots at the base of her skull and giving a tug, "You made me fall," he smiled darkly, making Cecily nervous, "...I loved it, but...mmm...turnabout is fair play, Babygirl."

He eased himself fully inside her, gritting his teeth through a moan as Cecily trembled and gasped beneath him. His hand in her hair was tight and pulling against her scalp, but the other was tender, teasing over her skin like embers and tracing the rivers of fire in her veins. He barely pulled back before grinding forward again.

And again.

And again.

His pace was achingly slow, torturously delicious, and Cecily felt him in every cell of her body. Taehyung sucked his bottom lip into his teeth, watching her as she mewled and writhed beneath him, waiting for that sweet moment. He wanted her surrender, her pleas and her total submission. He craved it. He made his thrusts longer, harder, deeper, but never faster, edging her but not completing, watching her fall. When she moaned louder, body rolling up to meet his, he knew he had her where he wanted her.

"Are you there yet, Kitten?" he whispered as he searched her eyes, "I need you filled with that feeling...for me...I want to make you feel so good, Cecily. Are you there yet?" He felt her body let go, primal urges and the need for him taking over. He smiled, thrusting faster, "There you are," he panted, "Let me take you, Baby. Oh fuck...let me...mmm...mine..."

Taehyung couldn't hold back any longer, he didn't want to, his beautiful mate begging him to take her over and over again. Her voice was so high, so soft when she begged, it drove him crazier than a siren's call. It tempted him to fall...from sanity...into love...into her eyes of emerald and ocean. His hips snapped, loving how their bodies rolled and met in perfect harmony, those eyes entrancing him as he watched them flutter closed in ecstasy.

"Tae," Cecily breathed out, panting, "Do you feel that? Oh god...do you...do you feel it?"

She raked her nails down the flexing muscles of his back, pulling him even closer, deeper, with the leg around his waist. He groaned, feeling the pressure build in his groin and his sack beginning to tighten. He buried his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, when it hit him.

Her scent.

Mine.

He kissed her skin, swiping his tongue along her jaw. Her taste.

Mate.

"Taehyung...husband...my love..." Her voice.

Bride. Wife.

His hips increased their tempo, pounding against her until the slapping of their sweat-soaked skin filled the room. Cecily reached between them to grope her own breast, only to have him slap it away.

"Mine," he growled, voice deep and feral, "I will make you...make you feel good...that's for me. That's mine."

He latched his mouth over her aching nipple, flicking his tongue hard as he rocked into her relentlessly. Her cries and moans sang his name, filled him with greed and desire, fueled the power of his thrusts.

A sudden wash of feeling came over him, like a rock set in the current of a river. He needed to love her, protect her, cherish her, and provide for her. He felt a string wind around his heart, making it pound in his chest as he held her body to his, binding him an a love deeper than the ocean. A love that reached to the mantle of the earth and drew its warmth into him. They both threw their heads back, eyes glowing such a bright blue that they cast light on the ceiling above them, their names the only words they knew as they called out into the air.

Cecily's body stilled, arched, and shuddered as Taehyung spent inside of her. Time seemed to stop as they felt their simultaneous release flow through their bodies and into each other in a circular rush. The moment snapped like a rubber band, their bodies slumping together, Taehyung letting go of her hair and stretching his cramped hand as they lay together and fought to catch their breath.

He pulled out of her, body still laying mostly on top of her as his head rested between her breasts. She carded her hands through his damp hair, relishing the moment of soft intimacy after the soul-clenching orgasm they shared. It was silent for several minutes before Cecily giggled lightly.

"What so funny, My Love?" Taehyung asked, kissing the valley between her breasts tenderly.

"Why do I have the sudden urge to cook for you?" she asked with humor still in her voice, "Is that what being your mate means?"

"I have no clue," he chuckled in return, "But there's little to no chance you're leaving my bed tonight. I still want you, my pet. I just need a moment to recover."

"Mmm..." she hummed, wiggling beneath him, "I want to be tired...but I want you already so badly," she whined as she tugged at his hair.

He laughed, pulling her tighter into his arms, "You have about...hmm...ten minutes to decide what you want to make me for breakfast," he nipped the swell of her breast playfully, "Before I make you scream my name again."

Stretching up, he took her lips in a sweet kiss, rolling her on top of him when it began to deepen. Before the time was up, they were already falling passionately into each other's embrace once again.