Magnetism | BTS Kim Taehyung

Two

Your body rolled against Taehyung's as he continued to suck at your skin. His lips felt urgent against your chest, but no matter how much he wanted to suck hard to bruise your pale skin, he couldn't, and he wouldn't.

You both knew — there must not be any marks.

No words were needed, it was an understanding.

But deep down in your heart, you knew that you craved for him to mark and claim you because it would serve as the only memory of your time spent together after he leaves.

Your hazy mind shot back to the man under you and you popped him out from under your shirt, peeling the thin fabric over your head before discarding it on the floor. His disheveled hair sprung free and his glossy eyes met yours. Your hands reached down instantly to smooth his dark wavy locks. You know his hair has been abused and over-dyed all these years, but the strands still felt soft under your fingers.

And he looked up at you and smiled. A smile so boxy and boyish that you couldn't help it but to lean down to kiss him with all you had. You hoped that this kiss could convey all your unsaid feelings to him, show him that your heart cared for him so much more and that he mattered more than he thinks he does to you.

His tongue found yours and you got another taste of him. It was a taste that you couldn't get enough of, how could he taste so sweet? Is this even humanely possible? It was as if he were a drug and you were the addict.

Your right hand roamed down his chest and stopped at his length. He was obviously aroused, you could feel his length throb when you touched him. You rubbed your palm against his clothed length and you could hear him taking in a large gulp of air. Sliding down between his legs, you knelt on the wooden floor and bit your bottom lip as your shaky fingers made their way to unzip him. Ha! You fumbled a little at the zipper though, and this man — this Kim Taehyung sitting right in front of you couldn't wait any longer as he took it in his own hands to remove the piece of clothing.

Your eyes glistened as his long length popped out from under his boxers. He was not only long, but he was also thick, and you wanted so badly to taste him again. Wrapping your fingers together at the base of his length, you moistened your lips with your tongue before leaning down to lick his tip.

And you looked up at the man.

He was staring right at you, into your eyes and into your soul.

"Baby yes..." he said, as your warm tongue found his tip. He was so sensitive.

You kept your eyes on his dark ones as you took another lick at his tip.

"Oh yes baby..." he urged, as he moved his left hand towards you to tuck a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.

Still not looking away from his face, you dipped your head down and sucked. He hissed as he felt your hot mouth on his length, licking at his sensitive head. Both your bodies trembled at the vulnerability of your positions. There you were, looking up into his dark orbs, and there he was, looking back down at you sucking him off.

"Spit on it." He ordered.

Your eyes widened as what he said surprised you. You never thought such words could come out of his mouth. He sounded so dominating and you loved this side of him, you loved his wild side.

"Spit on it babe." He repeated.

And you obeyed. Your spit hard at his tip and lubricated his length as more spit trickled down his erection.

"Let's see how much you can take in your mouth," he said, as his dark eyes shot back down at you.

And that was all you needed to hear as you pushed his whole length into your mouth. You gagged slightly as his hard tip hit the back of your throat, and you reminded yourself to breathe in through your nose to open up your throat even more to fit his length.