His fingers curl harsher and tighter in my hair, entangled in them as he draws himself deeper into my mouth, bucking his hips up and filling me, lips stretched wide around him. Groaning around him at how deep he thrusts, the muscles of his thighs strong and unrelenting, a brutal pace that has my eyes watering, mouth going lax, pliant, to let him thrust deeper, chasing a pleasure that seems to stretch on, sears arousal through my own body at the assuredness, at the wicked dark gleam in his eyes; dilated with lust and carnal hunger. Drawing back, my lungs shuddering for breath, hands gripping tighter to him, feel the jerk of his hands tilting my head back, throat arched as he looks down at me, flushed with arousal and lips slick.

"Such a mess." He breathes, enamored as one hand loosens, the other remaining its sharp grip as his fingers skim across my lips, swiping at the slick mess staining them and skin, pushing his fingers deeper in mock cruel imitation of his hardened length, feeling as my tongue flicks against them, mouth hollowing and hand curling around his wrist. Brushing against jeweled delicate bracelets and ringed fingers, eyes fluttering and throat tightening at the intrusion before relaxing, whimpering around them. Feel his thumb crook my chin up, body bending forward as he peers at me, eyes raking over the gaping neckline of his shirt, slipping off my shoulder, breasts aching and heavy under the loose drape of fabric, buds hard and stiff and so sensitive against the brush of the fabric teasing at skin where it gapes and flutters across my torso and thighs.

Feel the drag of his fingers against my teeth and tongue as he draws them out, tilting my face up further, hot and heavy arousal in his eyes that sear my body, travel down the expanse of my body, where the neckline has long since fallen open, laces tugged wide so his mouth could press the biting press of his teeth mapping out the dip and curve of my cleavage and collar and throat. His fingers drift, a slow trail that leaves searing embers to burn hotter under skin, drifting down to press the pads of large, slender fingers against dark red marks blooming across skin. A pinprick of pain morphing into pleasure as he lets his fingers trail and drift across them, remapping them with his touch. Tracing the same path his lips had taken.

The brush of his thumb against my cheek is a featherlight touch before his hand slips back into my hair, fingers coaxing, forcing my throat into a sharper tilt, eyes gleaming at the bob of my throat, at the forced tilt of it before he leans forward, nudging at my lips till they easily part to take him back in. Slowly filling me with his hardened length, slick with arousal and saliva, slowly stretching my lips wide around it, breaths shuddering around him when he suddenly thrusts deep, sheathing himself in me, groaning at the flutter of my throat trying to swallow, feeling as if he moulds my face to him, to the thrusting depth his manhood pushes in with.

"Look so pretty... messy and choking." He croons.

The sound of my groaning, shuddering throat around his length seems distant, garbled sounds, pleas... his name, all of it a blur of noise, eyes held captive and prisoner by his dark penetrating ones, wicked and merciless as he forces my face forward to take him until my nose brushes against his navel, clinging tightly to his thighs, fingers digging into them.

Feel my eyes water at the rough drag of him drawing himself out before slamming back in, the taste of him spilling onto my lips, heady and staining my mouth and tongue, knees aching as I knelt on the rug, body bare under the loose fabric.

Let my fingers drift across his thighs, tracing the sharp tension in them, the shift of muscles, tracing over his v-line, tracing his hipbones, breathing ragged as he continues to rock his hips in and out, drawing back to the tip to sheath himself within a heartbeat, my stomach taut with desire, thighs parted and unconsciously clenching for relief, for any sort of pressure.

"Going to look so radiant when I'm done with you. I'm going to ruin you, make a mess of you." he murmurs, voice low with rough sensual promise.

Rich and indulgent, a low rasp as he looks at me, such a far cry from how the same drawl had reverberated against skin, rough against my ear and the slow drag of his hips filling me deep and rough.

I groan in affirmation around him, eyes staring unblinkingly even as they blur slightly, feeling my body ache with want, with desire.

Hungering for the press of his body to be closer, unable to murmur back that he thought he was guiding the pleasure, the pace when I could easily make him spill himself down my throat. Could ruin him and leave him wrecked and groaning and struggling for balance.

Could make those muscled legs tremble.

If I wanted to.

But there's something dizzying and intoxicating about the rough brush of his hands, one carded in my hair and the other pressed against my nape; a possessive sprawl of ringed fingers keeping me from drawing back, lungs aching for breath. About willingly letting myself be an outlet for pleasure, about making him mindless with it, my own whimpered pleas for relief gone intentionally unheard as he continues to buck forward to chase a high.

His grip tightens as my tongue curls and flicks against him, taking the moment where he draws back to mouth wetly at him, filthy open-mouthed kisses and brushes of my tongue against his tip. Shaky, uneven breaths around him, hand coaxing the messy slick glide of my palm, lungs drawing in air, an inhale that's suddenly filled with him, with his thrust puncturing it, pushing it back out, low dulcet croons that begin to tremble with arousal, with his approaching release.

I take him deeper, tears welling in my waterline at the carnal want that he imbues, a wild erratic irregular thrust and slam of his manhood moulding and shaping a path for him inside my mouth.

"I told you... you should've eaten dinner rather than toy." He groans breathlessly, a wide grin on his face, flushed honeyed skin glowing with radiant ecstasy, long loose curls grazing his jaw, throat bobbing as his muscles tighten under my touch.

Eyes daring me to argue or refute the truth in his words. Food had barely seemed like a distraction worth warranting, my eyes trailing over the slithers of skin I could get from the loosely slung breeches. Raking appreciatively over the broad toned definition of his torso.

At how the same torso now gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, lungs contracting and shuddering, muscles taut and tense, stomach clenching as I continue to bob my mouth around him, tongue curling against slick hardness, tasting his spilling need against my tongue.

He's close.

The clench to his jaw, sharp and tight attest to that, teeth dragging across his bottom lip, groan rippling and sending jolting bolts of pleasure to pulse through my own body. Aching to see him undone.

Draw myself back, lips trembling for breath as I peer up at him. Voice wrecked and hoarse, throat sore and clenching instinctively around nothing.

"Going to paint me with your release Kim?" I ask, fingers curling around his length. Thumbing over his tip, watching him hiss, eyes narrowing as he moans, my name dulcet and dripping with lust.

Lean forward to brush my tongue over where my thumb had swiped, lapping up the dripping arousal, mouthing and sucking, feel his fingers go lax for an instant and take that split-second to suddenly take him in deep, buried to the hilt with my lips stretched wide.

Groaning around him and tilting my head up to peer up at him, breaths punctuated by every thrust and deep grind of his hips, chasing the heat and wet slickness of my mouth.

And it's with tears slipping past my waterline, streaming a fresh path against skin that he buries deep and spills himself down my throat, swallowing down every drop of his release, eyes crinkling with amusement when he hisses with oversensitivity, drawing back and sweeping the spilled release off my lips, pushing his thumb deeper, tugging my lip down, pupils dilated.

"Fuck. (Y/N)... took me so well, look so pretty teary-eyed and desperate." Breathless and voice a rough rasp, praise a deep guttural growl, hands loosening to slip free from entangled hair, drifting down to draw me up, fingers curling tightly around my shoulders. Bodily drawing me up, eyes raking over my slick lips before his mouth surges forward, slanting over mine, groaning feverishly, tongue flicking insistently and probing at the seam of my lips before curling in. Tasting himself on my tongue, curling feverishly, stoking pulsing, throbbing want that makes my body thrum, tilting to him, legs stiff and aching from kneeling, feel the broad expanse of his body flanking mine. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, hungering and merciless, swallowing the startled whimpered yelp, biting into the soft flesh, teeth leaving indents before his tongue flicks slowly against it. Brushing over my lip, hand tilting my jaw to him, a possessive splay of fingers against throat and cheek.

The brush of his lips, his tongue are branding, scorching and forcing their imprint against my own, moulding me to him as he tastes me, tongue delving deeper, curling and thrusting deep in wicked, carnal imitation of the same vicious, unrelenting motion his length had done earlier in the same cavern of my mouth, in the same way it had plunging deep and dragging out pleasure from where our bodies enjoined.

Mouth only relenting when my lungs shudder for breath, for a reprieve, hands curling against his bare torso, against the thudding, rapid thrumming beat under sinew and muscle. Lips trembling as he leans back, raking his dark gaze over me, drifting over the swollen bruised aching state of my mouth, over the gaping neckline. A deep rumbled groan of appreciation as his hand slips lower to cup my breast over the shirt, a squeezing tightness as he moulds the curve to his palm, thumb brushing over the aching nub, fabric grazing against it. Startling when his fingers pinch, rolling it between them, tugging harshly until a broken keen slips past my throat; sounding guttural and rough, tilting into the touch and the blooming sting it brings that ebbs into pleasure, head tilting back when his dips lower. Mouthing at the cleavage, teeth scraping and pinching and sinking into the soft flesh, tugging at the neckline to bare me to him, until his teeth replace where his fingers had tugged and twisted, tongue flicking over the stiff bud before his mouth closes around it. The sharp drag of his teeth scraping and tugging so attuned to the cruel flicks of his tongue, eyes consumed with lust as he peers up at me, hand working the other breast.

There's something hungering in his touch, something relentless and something unquenched in the way he lathes attention over my breasts, only pausing when they're swollen stiff nubs, the flesh marked with the fierce pinch of teeth sinking in to colour dark marks against them, hands dragging the shirt off me to take me in. To leave me bare.

Hands skimming over the underside of my breasts, drifting down to curl around my waist before he bodily draws me closer, until our chests are flush, the rapid beat of his heart pulsing alongside mine, a slow rock of his hips against mine, leaving slick smears against my stomach, the drag of his body igniting sparking flares of heat low in my gut where pleasure has been simmering and bubbling low and constant and desperately.

The low slung breeches have long since been abandoned, discarded from where the lacing had easily given way, tugged off the toned expanse of his legs. And the brush of his skin against my own is feverish and urgent but slow. Fingers digging into my waist and keeping me tucked against him as he slowly ruts, already hardened to semi-stiffness.

"Let me return the pleasure..." he croons against my throat, his presence, his body, his feel everywhere... encompassing me in its inferno.

"Let me return it tenfold."

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Taehyung. Is a man of his words.

Relentless as his fingers curl deeper, coaxing out waves of pleasure that my body drowns under, legs trembling and body slumped forward, long since giving up on trying to keep myself propped up, arms shaking as his hand splays across the low of my back, pushing my body down, fingers thrusting deeper, buried to the hilt, stretching me wide.

My legs close around the intrusion of another finger brushing against my centre, smearing arousal across the tip before slowly pressing in. Breath wavering at the press of his fingers slowly drawing out before slipping back in, to the first knuckle before sinking in to the hilt, other hand brushing circles onto my back, body weight curved over mine and mouth wet and crooning low against my shoulder and throat and ear.

"Taking me so well, so deep... already begging so prettily. How will you last?" he taunts, tongue flicking against the dark blooming mark across the curve of my shoulder, feeling every nerve cell, every limb taut with pleasure, pulsing strong and steadily mounting once more, stomach tightening and clenching, sobbing at the brush of his fingers deep inside. Stoking and crooking his fingers to beckon the arousal to stain them, to draw it out deeper, pressing further inside, the circular drag of his thumb whilst his fingers continue to thrust in and out, alternating between slow unhurried drags to sudden plunges that made my legs tremble with need. Trying to buck and twist away from the dizzying precipice of pleasure he was coaxing me towards yet another time, breathless as I scrabble for purchase on the rug, try to push myself upright, back bowing as his teeth pinch the skin of my throat, skimming to my nape.

"I can't... Taehyung please..." I keen, shaking as he relentlessly continues to thrust his fingers in and out, without reprieve, the deep ache blooming in something stronger, desire bubbling out the lilting drawl of his words as he continues to push me further and further into the drowning waves of ecstasy.

"Oh but you can... you can and you will. You're going to give me a third sweet thing."

Voice steeped with promise, with taunt, with finality.

Feel the smirk quirked against my throat. Feel the brush of breath against the wet curl of his tongue, feel the way his hand splays wider. Possessive and demanding, pushing the low of my back down to pin me down, rug almost abrasive against skin with how the rough friction grates against sensitive skin, against my body that thrashes and trembles and shudders under the aching pressure of fingers probing my centre.

"My sweet sin... I'll be damned if I stop until I've wrung out every drop of pleasure you have to give. I'll be damned if I don't indulge and lose my senses until there's only you." he promises.

His fingers crook. Beckoning. Reeling out my pleasure until it stains his fingers, until it smears the inside of my thighs, until my body crumples and the scream that tears past my throat is raw and guttural and consumed. Drowned in need, pleasure slamming mercilessly into me, large tidal waves that swamp and consume and take all of me. Body going boneless and limp as I sag, hands trembling and lungs pleading for air, feel the probing press of his fingers prolonging the pleasure, withdrawing, smearing arousal against the inside of my thighs.

A low groan of my name as his hand rests on the low of my back, cheek pressed to the rug, body slowly turned, chest heaving for air, eyes finally taking him in. Finally able to see how the constant pulsing waves of pleasure have affected him, dilated blown-wide eyes that rake over me, a satisfied smirk curving across his lips, arms caging me in, as his attention drifts to the heaving swells of my breasts, stomach clenching and unclenching, legs jittering and pulsing with jolts of electric pleasure that wrack my body still.

Feel my body tremble as he kneels, every inch of honey warm skin glowing under the illumination of lanterns and caverns, shadows that the flickering light casts. Eyes drifting over the broad expanse of his shoulders, the curved swell of muscles, the wide parted spread of his thighs, fingers curling around his own length. Lazy slow drags of his palm and large slender ringed fingers gripping his hardened manhood.

"What I would do to have this memory burned onto paper just as much as it is to my eyes." He murmurs, voice low and dripping, heavy with sensual weighted promise and insinuation, hand gripping my ankles and tugging them open wider. Baring the swollen slick state of my centre to his hungering trailing predatory eyes. Tongue flicking against his lips, as if wanting to taste, my core tightens at the thought, of his tongue wringing out more arousal to spill directly down his throat. instead his hand still gleaming and wet with arousal, he brings to his lips. Sucking off proof of my pleasure off them, tongue a wicked wet curl against the digits, groaning around them until they slip free with an audible pop, wet fingers that trail down my throat, the valley of my breasts, down my taut stomach to hover dangerously over my centre. Clenching tight around nothing, body flushed and scorched and set alight under his pinning stare.

"Wish you could see the sight you make. Aching and begging and waiting." He lilts.

"Swollen and slick." Finger trailing absently down my centre, a deep, dark bubble of amusement as his smirk widens, head tilting at the bodily shudder that wracks me, back arching at the touch, feeling as if my body is on fire and every touch, fingers skimming to trace circles on the inside of my thighs are just purposely waiting. Deliberately trying to lull me into the misplaced assurance that he's done. When his eyes starkly promise the opposite. That this night is far, far from over.

His coos are soft and deep hums, brushing over the sore ache of my knees, the bruised prints of his hands, the stiff, aching buds of my breasts, distracting flitting touches that randomly drift across my body. A sudden twist of one bud, body keening as my head tilts back, fingers futilely scrabbling to grip the rug that provides no purchase, soft material slipping past my grip easily.

"Thrash all you like sweetheart... you'll be begging. Whether to stop or to go on you won't even know." Breath fanning across my throat, hands skimming to curve across my thighs before he's dragging me upright, dragging me against the hard planes of his body, steering me upright and onto legs that tremble and jitter for purchase, leaning against him. Breaths still ragged sharp pants, jolting and back arching, chest pushed out in display at the trail of his fingers across the curve of my spine, resting low on my behind.

"Going all trembly? My little fawn~" he coos, grip strong and assured, hoisting me to him, body bracketed by his and the press of his chest against mine, drawing my legs around him. Trembling as they try to lock around his waist, hands curled tightly onto his shoulders for purchase, lips pressing soft, shaky kisses to his sharp collarbone, mouthing needily at the warm skin that burns against my lips, feverish in my want for him. Slowly trailing up to his throat, teeth pinching slightly, tongue flicking against the sting and mouth closing around it, sucking slow and thorough to colour the thick column of his neck with the indent of my teeth and the sweeping brush of my lips and tongue. His body is bare save for the thin jewellery that gleams on skin, ears gleaming with glittering jewels, teeth tugging and relishing in the small hiss of breath, the resulting tighter bruising pressure of his fingers pressing tighter to the inside of my thighs. A growled warning that has my teeth pinching sharper, nose brushing against hair, arms winding to entangle together around his nape and pressing random pecks and open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin.

Feel the brush of breath as he swears, head dropping to groan against skin, the warm rich and intoxicating, swirling through blood like liquid lust.

"At this rate... you want me to bend you over the couch? Or take you against the wall? Or maybe... just maybe darling you need to stop teasing. And just take." The hard press of the cold wall against my back as he pins me there, eyes consuming and seeming to bore through me, stripping me barer than the entirely uncovered state already. As if he can see every desire, every fantasy, every blooming wish and want and demand and his eyes darken as a result of it. Lidded eyes with dark dilated pupils that drop to the way my body tightens and archs in anticipation, curling away from the cold, ungiving wall and towards the heated lines and planes of his body.

Try to tug him closer, mind dizzy with the desperate, starving ache for him, even as my legs tremble at the way he tugs them wider to settle between them, to slowly rut circles against my throbbing centre.

"Want me to pin you here? And take you?" he goads.

My hands inch into his hair, tangling into dark wild curls as I try to coax his face to mine, lips turned up in askance, breath keening at the torturously slow grinds of his hips pinning mine, forcing me to take... to feel the drag of his hardened length, so close yet denying the pleasure of sheathing himself deep.

"Want you to do it all... you promised Taehyung... or does a bandit only know how to steal jewels and not pleasure? Make me sob." Voice breathless but heavy, eyes holding his, fingers purposely winding deeper and tugging, his throat suddenly arched and presented.

Teeth sinking into a mark that's slowly bloomed into a purple. Relish the tightening of his grip and the way his body bucks forward, hips slamming against mine and mercilessly pinning to the wall, one hand slipping away to draw my arm away, slow kisses pressed to the inside of my arm to the fingers he disentangles, gripping my wrist tightly.

"Haven't you heard... be careful what you wish for. You might not be able to handle it." a low growled warning.

But why play with fire unless you want to be burned?

"Going soft on me Kim? Where's the bandit gone? Make me take it."

And the surging bruising press of his lips against my own silence any more taunts, any more space, any more air wasted that isn't fuelling the inferno hotter and heavier and to seep into every crevice of our bodies, body crushed to mine and fervent promise in every scorching trail of his limbs dragging against and moulding to my own.

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My vision whitens, back arching off the sheets, hands struggling for purchase, futilely trying to escape the bounds his belt forms, keeping them from scrabbling for any purchase, either on the bed or his own body, pleasure lancing through my body with heavy intent, crashing waves that I twist and try to escape, lungs burning and constricting. Cheeks wet with overstimulated tears, throat arched as my head falls back, legs closing and trembling and jolting, pushed back open with the wide planes of his hands.

Feel my body slump, limp and boneless, wrists twisting pointlessly to tug themselves free from the leather that keeps them joined, pushed over my head and pinned there with a hand as he showers praise over my spent body. Over the marks and sensitive lines and curves of my figure slumping against the sheets, splayed wide and thrashing with pleasure. Keening as words become incoherent pleas and sobs, slurred mumbles of his name as he leans over me, body caging mine in.

Skin flushed and dewy, gleaming with sweat, curls falling in front of his eyes, grazing skin from where the deep, slam of his hips turn slower, dragging out the pleasure and lips brushing over and over against skin, cooling the engulfing scorch with gentler presses of his mouth.

"There you go... sweet, sweet love. So perfect, so, so pliant." He coos, voice a gentle hum, low and lilting, brushing against skin.

His body cocoons mine, free hand skimming up across my sides, featherlight brushes that leave me squirming, overwrought and sensitive, keening at the pad of his fingers that seem to strum my pleasure to his tune, other hand still keeping my wrists pinned above my head, body bared and exposed entirely to the weight of his gaze I feel even as my eyes flutter open and shut.

"...Tae..." I shudder out, wrists twisting under his hold, aching and desperate to drag him close, to finally be able to feel the weightless press of his body against me, to feel him close.

His lips brush against my temple, the curve of my cheek, brush against my lips softly, tenderly.

"I've got you sweetheart... my darling..." vision bleary and blurring, drifting in and out of focus as I try to will my eyes to stay open for longer, to stop fluttering shut, feel the ghosting warmth of his breath as his hand loosens around my wrists, slow circles rubbing into where leather keeps them bound.

It takes a lot of cooperation and will to stumbled attempts to draw the taut limbs down, slinging them around his neck, leather pressing to his nape as I drag him closer, lips parting in pliant askance for his, tongue curling gentler and sweeter against my own. First pressed feverishly to swallow the whimpered sobs and moans against the deep, rumbled groans of his own, chasing and stealing breath as he continued the deep slam of his hips thrusting into me, keeping me pinned open, legs splayed wide so he could take and take and take. Take until pleasure slammed into me countless times and words turned to slurs and pleas of more turned to keening thrashes of too much.

But he knew how to tune my body to his, knew how to drain me of every inch and drop of pleasure and ecstasy I had to give, his own release smeared across the inside of my thighs and pushed out by the rough gyrating circles of his hips, momentarily stilling until my breaths evened slightly, until my body stopped trembling, until my heart wasn't on my tongue, a rapid pulse I could taste.

"Tae... Tae...." I breathe, hands coaxing him closer, bound wrists dragging him down, far too loose-limbed for there to be strength in the movement but still he tilts, willingly leaning down till his body presses closer on every angle.

Lips chasing his, face tilting upwards, body bracketed by his as his limbs pin mine to the sheets, a satiation beyond bone-deep, every drop of blood, every limb, every nerve claimed by him.

"(Y/N)..." he groans against my lips, settling in the invitation of splayed limp legs give, hands rubbing circles into hypersensitive skin, coaxing me down from the high that seems to thrum and burn its path through my body over and over still.

"...Tae....love you. I love you so much." I murmur, voice hoarse and wrecked, trembling and shaking, lips brushing against his jaw. Confessing against the salty tang of his skin, inebriated on everything that's him.

"Love you... love you so much." I repeat, lungs soaring and clenching tight, feel the weighted press of his body settling more securely against me and the familiar feel of his hand cupping my cheek. Tilt dazedly into it, eyes fluttering open to see warm brown peering at me.

Awe and admiration and reverence in his gaze.

See the dominant rough exterior of the bandit melt away entirely, face softening with the effect, lips stretching wide in a boxy grin; a sharp, sharp cry from the wicked smirk.

Not a bandit.

Not Lord Kim.

Just Taehyung.

My Taehyung.

"I love you too. I love you so, so much. I love you sweetheart. Love you..." he murmurs over and over again, voice thick and heavy and his head tilts to rest against mine, thumb brushing over my cheekbone, catching at the mixture of overstimulated and emotional tears that slip past my waterline unbidden.

"Love you... trust you. My gentle soul bandit." I murmur, eyes fluttering when his lips brush against shut eyelids, relaxing under the touch.

The overwhelming thrum of sensations quietening, senses narrowing to the careful, slow, coaxing touches, the words murmured back over and over, the brush of knuckles skimming the outside of my thighs and lips pressing chastely to mine over and over. To my cheek, to my forehead, to my temple.

"Trust you..." I echo, voice sounding distant and everything else quietening, falling away until the only world that remains is the one of our entangled bodies pressed close in embrace, the feel of his arms winding around mine and cradling me. The feeling of his hands drawing mine up and away from his neck and the clinking of metal as the buckle's undone and the leather loosens.

Eyes fluttering shut and head resting against the pillow, lips warm and soft against the inside of my wrists, thumb rubbing circles as the skin tingles. Feel weightless and cut off and safe... inexplicably safe... that when my body lets go, I let go. Eyes drifting shut and welcoming the encompassing dark embrace that smells like the sharp, spicy tinge of Taehyung. Sweat and musk and the rich scent of something purely him. I give in to that dark embrace.

Comforted and cocooned within it.

TAE POV:

I feel the moment she goes lax under me, breaths once shaky evening slightly and the fluttering unrest of her eyes stilling, her wrists going limp in my hold. And it seems I can't ever get enough. Can't ever have enough of seeing her like this, of drawing her in, of drinking in the sight of her. Eyes roving over the blooming petals of red and purple across her skin, colouring her, marking her... claiming her. The swollen bruised state of her lips, the tearstained cheeks and the glossy sheen to her limbs, overexerted and stimulated beyond measure, beyond perhaps experience. Fingers continuing to rub circles into the reddened bands on her skin where leather had bound them, the coy tilt of her lips earlier goading and taunting, wriggling her fingers in the grip of my hand first.

"Want to keep me touching? Not happening Kim~" the breathless shock and laughter transforming into petered moans when she'd lain there, unable to grip at me, to move her wrists to push away or tug me closer, body jolted up with every thrust, sheets rucked and ruined and no purchase or stability or anything to hold onto, fingers weakly and futilely scrabbling for hold, throat arched breathlessly.

See her features smoothen, body boneless against ruined sheets, breaths soft and exhaled against my skin when I lean close, brushing away remnants of tears, hand gentle as I cradle the back of her head to draw the pillow more securely under her. Move to draw away, eyes lingering and body unwilling, hurrying to draw a bath, scented salts and oils poured into the lightly steaming water; fingers trailing through it to check the temperature. Return with a small basin of water and washcloths, clearing up the mess between her thighs with featherlight touches, careful to not stimulate her any further, eyes raking with a dark possessive hunger at the swollen

And when I head back past the doorway, my body coming to a stop a small distance from the large poster bed, eyes drinking in the splay of her limbs, the gentler rise and fall of her chest, legs still parted for the space I'd occupied between them, the inside of her thighs stained with our mixed releases, staining the sheets, body marked beautifully, every physical claim bringing deep satisfaction and pride and possessiveness.

Mine.

Draw closer, body gravitating to hers, leaning over to carefully draw her into my arms, infinitely careful and hyperconscious of the slightest jostle causing her discomfort or cause her to stir. Especially when she needed the rest, when she'd been physically pushed to her limits, when her body had crumpled with overstimulation, pleasure and arousal and deep, deep satiation dragging her into a deep, heavy sleep.

My lips brush against her temple, cradling her to my body, slowly walking back towards the bathing chamber beyond the bedroom, clambering into the tub, warm bordering on hot water sloshing against my calves before I sink down with her still tucked against me.

The water curls and laps at skin, my hands manoeuvring her so her head rests against my collar, her legs sprawled over mine, unbound hair trailing in the water. Plastering to the dip of her back, to skin as she reclines against me, skin damp where our bodies close, relishing in the closeness, the intimacy of her weight entangled with my own.

The scent of the dried flowers blooming once more under the heated water, knuckles rubbing up and down her spine, breathing in her scent, head tilting to tuck hers under mine. Hand gently drawing palmfuls of water and letting it trickle across her skin, slow brushes of fingers, wet hand settling on her nape as I settle.

And settled in the bobbing waters disturbed by the movement of my own hands and legs, trying not to jostle her when after a while I reach for a small jug to trickle the water down her back, over her spent body, kneading at the stiffness I can feel in the low of her hips, in the inside of her thighs. Her body shifts slightly, breaths warm against my collarbone as she sleeps, body responsive to the touches, thighs spreading slightly when my fingers brush against the inside, curling tighter, fingers shifting and moving. Hand curling around the low of my hip, warm and wet fingers pressed to skin as I continue to gently pour water and press featherlight fingers to darkening marks.

Knowing full well that I'd have to make sure she had some sort of medicated salve or tonic afterwards, had to make sure she didn't experience any discomfort in the slightest. That when she saw the marks there was only appreciative desire flickering in her eyes and not pain.

My head tilts, lips grazing her temple, brushing across her cheek, lips curving up at the settled state, at the slow sluggish tilt of her body leaning heavier against me.

"I never sleep after appointments... I have an hour to gather my clothes, to clean myself up and take contraceptive tonics. One hour to wipe my trace and any lingering remnants that I'd been there... an hour to combat hours of service."

The set stiffness to my jaw is only softened by the fact she feels safe, she trusts, she sleeps knowing that I'm here for her. That she loves me... loves me just as much as I love her. That the hazy slurred words had been just as entangled with vulnerability as they had been with love and sincerity.

I love you (Y/N). Love you so, so much.

I'll protect you, I'll take care of you, I'll cherish and love every moment with you, our lifetime together.

Feel her stir when I've finished washing her body, stirring to the light massage of my hand working at her scalp, hair plastering to skin, lips brushing against my skin as her head tilts to the touch, my other banded across her.

Duck my head to meet the tilt upwards with a kiss, smiling against her mouth, pliant with sleep and contentment.

"Tae." she murmurs, voice hazy and drained.

"Mhm?" I hum, reaching for soap, lathering her hair up slowly, working out the kinks in her nape, in her spine once I'm done, endeared at the sight of the soapy lather her hair has become, twisting and smearing suds across my jaw and cheek and shoulder.

Breaths soft and warm, fingers curling tighter around my hip.

"Don't let me fall asleep... need... tonic." She mumbles blearily.

My hand reaches for the small jug, slowly beginning to work out the lather with my fingers, bath water turning sudsy and cloudy.

"I'll take care of you don't worry... sleep." I coax.

Feel how readily her body sinks back against me and by the time I'm drawing her out, floors pooling with streaming water, she stirs slightly. Sluggish when I set her down on the counter to begin drying her off, fingers gentle as they trail the towel across her body. A content thrum to my heartbeat at the way she leans against me, hands curling around my torso to snake around my back, trickling beads of water falling from her hair and down my chest. Satisfaction and elation at being able to take care of her like this, plucking ointment off the shelf, eyeing it with a scowl at the familiar apothecary label, but at least Namjoon's products worked. And would help soothe any lingering stiffness or aches the oils and salts hadn't, kneading and rubbing it into the curves and lines of her body... feel how steadily she goes lax once more so that by the time I'm reaching for a shirt, it's with an arm banded around her, soft puffs of breath exhaled against my collarbone.

I lower her onto one of the chaises instead of the bed, coaxing her to lean against me, her lips clumsily swallowing down the contraceptive tonic I tilt towards her mouth, fingers catching stray droplets, lips brushing against her cheek. I make haste work stripping the bed bare, smoothening out soft satin and cotton, setting her sleeping figure carefully.

Utterly and irrevocably in love and endeared by the tilting lean of her body gravitating to mine, of her even in sleep chasing comfort and the closeness. Settling when my body is just as closely pressed, arm sprawled over her waist and heads tilted close.

Slowly my fingers brush back damp hair from her face, trailing the pads of fingertips to map her face, pleasure long since morphed and ebbed into something sweeter and heavier. Entirely encompassing and drowning me with an airiness but also this finality that sinks into my bones alongside the lull of sleep, of the soft warmth her body brings.

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I wake to the sensation of lips brushing against my collarbone, fingers idly tracing over my chest, head shifting from where it was tucked against me, legs stirring slowly and shifting as she moves, the soft press of her body slowly shuffling against my own. Soft warm exhales that make my skin tingle before I tilt towards it. Feel the curved lilt to her lips brushing gently over skin, a sleepy hum as she shifts closer, leg worming between mine. A sleepy entangle of limbs curled tight and close under the soft sheets.

"M hungry." She mumbles, head tilting up to peer at me, my head tilting to brush my nose against hers, dried curls tickling against her cheek, forehead resting against hers.

"Not surprised... you burnt out all your energy last night." I murmur.

Feel the pinch at my waist, squirming slightly at the chiding touch.

"And whose fault is that? Although I'll admit I thought you were bandit by name alone... now I know you love like one too. My dark and wild rogue." Words soft but sparking a tug at my lips that she doesn't miss, eyes narrowing at the pleased expression.

"Wanted to only remember me... to remember it's only me whose name you were crying and sobbing out as you writhed on my sheets. Want to ruin you for anyone else." I coo, pecking her nose, slowly dragging the sheets away from me to slowly sprawl across the bed.

The temptation to stay curled up and entangled under blankets was inviting and coaxing, the urge to drag the blankets over and burrow away with her even stronger.

Eyes raking over her well-rested form, appreciative trawl of eyes drifting across the sight of her in my shirt, in the enticing sight she makes, the soft curves of her thighs peeking out, the loose drape of the fabric across her shoulder and hair that's dried and curled slightly through the night.

Lean over to boop her nose with the tip of my finger, watch her eyes flutter before scrunching.

"Breakfast my darling rogue~ time to be chivalrous and lordly." She nudges, gesturing to the door whilst simultaneously drawing the blankets up and around her, settling down to be tucked warm under the cocoon they make.

"Not going to join me?" I ask, voice rough and hoarse with disuse. Fumbling for purchase as I shuffle around the bed, slow, dragged out movements until I'm on her side of the bed, peering at her and seeing her shake her head and duck her head with a smile, yelping when I scoop bundle and all, blankets trailing as I move out the bed chambers with her.

"Too bad... either we go back to bed together or you're coming with... thought you were all drained out."

Slowly awakening and shuffling around the kitchen behind me, content to tilt against me and peer or to slowly rustle about and hunt down cutlery and utensils, patting the chair beside her once I set down breakfast, saved only by her nudging me away from the stove because my eyes strayed too far, too long, too much in her direction she grinned as her hip bumped against mine.

What she has no qualms about going is the slow teasing brush of the bare skin of her legs against my own, cotton shorts feeling uncomfortably tighter when her ankle curls around mine and one hand slowly drops to tease against skin, slowly working closer and closer towards the ache growing and festering between my legs. Manhood hardening at the ghosting, butterfly touches she teases and taunts and begins to rile me up with.

Lips curved with a coquettish grin around her spoon, eyes flickering to me, slowly taking me in, eyes drifting across bare skin and the weight of her stare is as if her mouth and fingers press feverishly and torturously slow against my body.

"Eat up Tae, you worked hard making a hot meal... the least I can do is thank you." she hums, slowly drawing her spoon away, continuing to eat, all the whilst her fingers inch closer and closer, barely ghosting along my length but the slow riling tease has my body jerking forward to the touch regardless. Has my breath stuttering at the slow drift of her fingers, trailing and cupping me lightly over the shorts.

But my focus detracts, directing instead to the sight of her hand between my legs, working upwards before ducking lower once more, coaxing me to full hardness against the ghosting almost phantom touches, stomach clenching tight and fingers curled around a spoon that clangs against the bowl as I set it down.

Reaching for her hand but it withdraws, fingers brushing against the inside of my thigh before they move away entirely.

Smiling at the frustrated groan that slips past my lips.

"What was it you did last night sweet Lord Kim?" she asks, faux-seriousness as she gathers the empty dishes, brushing past me, ducking away easily when I reach out to dart for her, to drag her closer to me.

She's light on her feet, nimbly moving out of reach when I move to curl around her at the sink, a teasing grind of her hips against my length before she whirls away.

"You gave and gave and gave. You listened so well to me and made me take it... won't you let me return the favour?"

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I stare at her, unimpressed, lips twisted in a scowl as I stare at her flit about the room, humming to herself as she draws the curtains back, allowing streams of sunlight to enter and cast golden glows and shadows across the room, across the bed, twisting impatiently for her.

"Uh uh... won't you be good for me Tae?" she tuts, eyes drifting to me where she languidly makes her way around the room, seemingly setting it to rights and try as I might I can't twist away and move to grab her, to pin her to the bed.

Lie sprawled and spread-eagle, head tossing to glare at the same, rich, luxurious silk scarves and ties I coveted so much. Glare at the sight of them curled and secured around my wrists and ankles, tied to the four posts of the bed, body splayed wide and kept that way for her drifting glances.

The only tell that she's affected is the lingering weight of her eyes, the slow trail of them across every inch of skin utterly exposed and presented for her. Body shifting restlessly across the smooth sheets, tugging at them but they don't give way.

She's tied them far too securely, fingers brushing gently across skin but hands deft and apt as she tied them to the wooden posts.

"How'd you know to tie so well?" I ask, sagging against the sheets, surrendering to the fate she's ordained me, watching her gravitate closer, fingers drifting across the lacings of the corset she'd drawn over my shirt, the fabric now moulded to her, half-undone, purposely taunting at the ample cleavage the unlaced shirt reveals. Draws attention to the bruises bitten and sucked into skin.

And I ache... ache to touch. Ache to draw her close. Ache to feel her under my touch, fingers curling and stretching futilely as she approaches. Clambers onto the bed, shirt riding up with the way she kneels between my splayed legs, the dip of her back as she peers at me. Her hands covered by the loose wide sleeve.

"You don't think by any chance that Jimin and I had tame desires only, or that we experimented with just our bodies? With learning each other?" she taunts with a laugh, fingers trailing across the inside of my thighs, inching up across now my bare length, hand curling around it without preamble.

The grip of her palm firm, stroking and circling my length, tugging simmering, forcefully quietened pleasure to the surface, rearing its head at the combination of her touch and the simmering heat in her gaze, in the way her tongue unconsciously wets her lip as if aching to taste once more, to bury my length deep in the cavern of her mouth.

"Let me tell you something Lord Kim~ my experience with restraint comes with learning to know how to keep my pretty Mimi begging and unable to escape under my touch... what makes you think you're any different?" she coos, fingers curling tighter, the sight of slender digits around my swollen, aching length making my throat bob, tugging at the restraints and trying to free myself from them. Hips bucking up into her touch, trying to chase friction, the glide of her palm that slowly slickens, her head tilting forward to mouth at the tip, eyes burning and demanding my attention, holding them captive.

Searing as she continues to work her hand around me, head dipping to mouth at the inside of my thighs, teeth pinching and scraping torturously slow, the pace of her hand quickening, mind reeling with the contradicting paces, both sensations slamming into me at dizzyingly, hips lifting off the sheets. Arms twisting helplessly, fingers scrabbling at the silk, groaning at the press of her lips trailing to my hip, teeth sinking in with more purpose. Smiling against skin at the sharp cry.

The slow alternating drags of her fingers and palm as she begins to press kisses to skin, trailing from my hip, stinging and pulsing with the fresh mark, watching, head craned up to see the slow path her mouth takes up my torso, tongue flicking across nubs she's hardened by the drag of her vacant hand and the scrape of her teeth, her own body shifting, legs splaying wider, fabric shifting against the supple skin of her legs and hips.

Feel her weight straddle my thighs, bare skin brushing against my own, her body tilting forward as she continue to stroke and coax me to a blinding peak of pleasure, nose brushing against my throat, voice a reverberated hum.

"You look pretty Tae~ a toy for my pleasure... wonder if you can satisfy if you've got nothing but your hips to work with." She croons.

I groan against her, head tilting to hers, frantic press of lips against her jaw, against her shoulder, tilting up to chase the closeness, restrained when she draws back, fingers toying with the corset stays.

"I don't need hands to pleasure you, I can do the work like this." I growl, impatient as she slows down her pace, hips shifting, drawing the hem of the large shirt upwards. Giving a teasing glimpse of her entirely bare lower half.

She hums in faux-agreement, continuing to slide her palm up and down, fingers curling tighter and looser, other hand tugging half-heartedly at the corset lacing.

"What do you think Taehyung? On or off?" she asks, eyes fluttering with bashfulness though the wicked lilt of her lips is anything but coy.

"Off." I growl out, aching to tug the lacings off myself, breath caught in my throat with anticipation at the slow, lazy movements of her deft fingers, drawing open the front ties. The sight is enticing and sensual with how the brush of her fingers graze against the swell of her breasts, so utterly different to undoing them from the back. Letting it fall away. Revealing the way the fabric settles over her body, thin enough that I can see the outline of her curves through them, can see the way it moulds to her chest and hips.

"And that." I say, tilting my head to the shirt.

She shakes her head.

"I rather like it."

Voice taunting and infuriating with its coy tease, stirring up a fiercer, aching pleasure and want, in the power she holds and wields effortlessly, in the small, small tells that she's just as affected; chest rising and falling with sharper breaths when I buck into her touch, thrash and beg for it.

"Please... just... ah." I groan, head falling back at the trail of her fingers teasing as she lowers herself to take me deep, bucking into the heat of her mouth, lips stretched obscenely around me, groaning around me, the reverberations making me shudder, back arching and pushing off the bed, my pulse felt in the back of my throat.

"What's the matter Tae? Can't lie still and take it? Can't be helpless to the relief I'm giving you?" she taunts as she pulls her mouth off, slick and stained with saliva and arousal, voice slightly hoarse, fingers brushing over the top of my thigh. Something contemplative and weighted in her gaze, head tilted. Touch entirely straying from the pleasurable peak I can feel myself teeter on dizzyingly.

"I... want to give too. Want to see you shudder on my lap. Want to see you just as undone." I groan, twisting and tugging frantically at the ties but they don't budge, don't give away, remain silken binds around my wrists keeping me displayed wide for her eyes, for her to taste and touch.

She grins.

Wild and carnal and enthralling. A siren on land, at home on my sheets and moving to straddle my legs, moving and shifting until her thighs are parted on either side of my own leg.

"Oh I can still do that... remember I told you something once. I'm skilled at a certain type of riding..." legs closing in on either side of my thigh, , tightening them and a slow rock of her hips as she peers at me.

"Can't you give to me like this? Can't you make me shudder on your lap this way?" voice a low lilting call, beckoning and enticing and twist as I might, I can't free myself, can't move my legs.

Wicked amusement flashes across her face, hand steadying itself on the bed and the other across my stomach as she slowly cants her hips back and forth, a slow drag, friction between the softness of her thighs and the tight, taut muscle of my thigh.

Hear her breathy sigh, the delicate flutter of her eyes and the widening curve of her smile, growing bigger with satisfaction.

There's something entirely different and new about the brush of flesh against flesh, so different to how it'd feel if I was guiding the movements. I ache to control the pace, to drag her hips back and forth, to feel the rock of her body against my own, to feel the shudder and arches of her body under my palms, to coax her closer and closer to release. But I can't. Head craned and body taut, stomach tightening under the splay of her hand, shifting and jolting my leg that she's straddled, the sudden movement of my thigh bucking up to give stimulation to her centre, to the nub, grinning victoriously at the sharp moan. Raw and trembling, smile fading as her body tilts forward.

Drags her hips back and forth, slow grinds over my thigh, hair falling forward as she peers at me from her tilted curve, desire and arousal pooling heavily in her gaze.

"Smart bandit... you can't use your hands so you decided to use your legs." A breathy shaky praise as she continues to grind over my thigh, rougher thrusts as she quickens her pace.

I tilt my leg, bending it as much as the restraint allows me, consequently pushing my thigh further and more securely against her centre. Muscle pressed directly to the apex of her thighs. Feel her arousal smear across my skin as she keens.

"Cat got your tongue?" I goad, muscles tightening and leg pushing up to where her hips rock in needier circles, smearing the slick proof of her arousal over me, the barest tremble to her legs even as her voice doesn't shake.

"No... just pleased. My toy knows how to pleasure me." She gasps out, hand clenching and clutching at the sheets, scrabbling for purchase on skin.

Toy with me all you like sweetheart... there's a line for just how much an object can pleasure and how much I can.

"Greedy thing aren't you? Forgetting my peak?" I gasp, the aching arousal simmering ever-present low in my gut, length aching for any sort of stimulation, for that nudge to teeter and fall head-first into the euphoric release I can feel my body ache with.

Feel her hand slip lower as she continues to chase friction and stimulation, messier grinds of her hips, shakier curl of her fingers, tugging and stroking in the same rhythm of her hips bucking back and forth, thighs tightening around my leg.

And I can't help her, can't grip her waist and tug her harsher and quicker against me, feel the tell-tale simmering taut feeling tighten, stomach clenching as she continues to stroke me.

Reeling me into that abyss alongside her.

"Give me your pleasure Tae... I'll be good, won't reach my own until after you." Breathless allure and promise; weighted enticing call of the intoxicating siren straddling me.

Eyes wide and boring deep into me, entangling with the pleasure fizzing and scorching a path through my veins.

"Come on Tae." bending to press a kiss to my chest, the gesture soft and chaste but combined with the fast stroke and twist of her palm and fingers, the shuddery tremble of her thighs as she slowly rocks herself to pleasure, body strung taut, legs and arms tightening and spilling over into her fist, groaning out her name.

Fingers smearing my hip with my release as she grips tightly onto me, holding onto me for purchase, for steadiness as her breathing turns heavier, chasing her own high and head tilted forward, trembling over me.

Now more than anything I hate the binds. Despise how I can't grip the trembling curves to coax her closer, to give her that final push by dragging her fluttering centre against me, to push her down on the bed and push my thigh up against her.

To be the one watching her tremble and fall apart by the drag of my body against hers.

"Good girl... make a mess of yourself on me." I croon, body tilting up as much as I can, feel her body tilt against mine, mouth shakily pressing to skin, tilting up to press to mine. Feverish, simmering intensity in the curl of her lips, clumsy against my own.

Instead of speaking, of touching... of telling her, my lips tilt to hers, hungering for the soft exhales and muffled whimpers, the vocal tell of her body reaching closer and closer to her peak.

Crying out against me when pleasure shatters over her body, shakier unsteady jolting grinds of her hips, thighs closing tight around me and gripping me tightly, breath warm and moan needy and raw and drowning with desire.

Stilling on top of me, shirt-clad chest flush with mine, breathing ragged as her lips slide away, head lifting slightly to peer at me, pupils slightly dilated and nose brushing against mine, shaky exhales shared between us.

I twist my wrists in their hold, mouthing at her jaw.

"Sweetheart... won't you untie me now?" voice deep and hoarse.

But she remains limp and sagged against me, hips slowing and coming to still, slickness smeared against my skin and her fingers curled tighter around my waist.

Voice slightly breathless and amused.

Eyes wicked still.

My breath catches in my throat, body clenching in anticipation at the lilt in her voice.

"Who said we were done? I haven't used my toy to its fullest."

Voice warm and brushing against my mouth sweetly. Teasingly. Fleetingly.

"I haven't seen my toy thrash."

(AND THERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!! PART 2 OF THE STEAM DONE. STAMPED. SEALED. @MIDI LET ME KNOW MY BEAUTIFUL DARLING HOW YOU FOUND IT. AND YES. MORE TO COME. MORE TO FOLLOW!! GAHHH I'M EQUALLY EXCITED AND TERRIFIED FOR YOUR REACTIONS!! GONNA GO HIDE NOW~ STAY SAFE, TAKE CARE AND ENJOY BANDIT TAE~)

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3