Tae's still out when I begin exploring, slowly drawing myself up and out of the large armchair, body straightening and unfolding, setting the cushion down and ambling out of the drawing room, feet padding across smooth flooring, eyes drinking in the furniture and décor. Everything is Tae. Whether it's in subtle ways or loud, brash and bold, or muted statements; everything is defined and shaped by the man whose moulded the cottage to a home.

He's still out as I track down hallways, taking in the art with fresher eyes, with more time to linger in the hallway to look at the mixture of scenery and landscapes and silhouetted curves and lines, sensuality and grace in the abstract shapes, something inviting and warm in the rich vibrant hues of other paintings. Fingers brushing across the wooden panelling as I trail down the winding halls, the walls bar of family portraits; nothing to mark the family Taehyung was from, nothing save for the family name that remained with him now.

The same stairs we'd hurriedly stumbled up, tugging and pulling at each other's clothes, the feverish press of lips and teeth against skin hadn't allowed me to see that the landing opened up to a few rooms, that the portraits of Tae himself were tasteful and of enough variety that my head spun with it. The rich, smirking Lord with a high ruffled collar and fitted suit, legs spread invitingly, eyes beckoning and wicked and penetrating even further than the layers of oil paints and canvas.

The contrasting bare lines and curves of his body silhouetted against dim lighting in the painting is all soft, sensual grace, head resting on the splay of his palm, eyes boring into mine, but a softer curve to his lips, a gentler expression so at war and at odds with the bare stretch of his torso, the muscled curve of his arms, the carefully positioned... and maybe purposely so, loose slung drape of sheets that reveal the beginning of his v-line.

"Kim Taehyung you flirt." I murmur to myself, lips curling up at the corners, slowly peeking into the other rooms. A vacant bed chamber, another dedicated to large shelves and wardrobes; an extended space leading to the main room.

Walk-in dressing chamber.

I step through curiously, peering and rustling through breeches and shirts and jackets and cloaks, eyeing different shoes and scarves. Lips curving wide.

All the space to pretty himself up in and when my eyes rake over the shirts, I lean forward to pluck off a loose blouse from one of the racks, fingers brushing over the soft, sheer cream chiffon, knowing full well I'd seen him in it with a body harness on, that he favoured them so hidden details were so clearly outlined in them.

The smile on my lips curve wider when I shuck off the corset and soft white cotton shirt I'd been wearing. Draw off the cut-off breeches and tug on the sheer blouse instead, body bare save for it. Eyes examining my reflection in the large mirror, quirking wide at the thought of him coming back from errands to this.

My fingers brush slowly over my throat, over dark marks still purpling skin, seeing them clearly under the fabric, mapping the path his hands and mouth had taken countless times, had learned me, had branded the shape of his body pressed against mine, had committed himself to learning how every cry and moan sounded muffled against his skin as I'd learnt how it felt to have a groan shudder against my own. Had learnt exactly what made him thrash and keen and what had made him slump, what had made him spill himself quicker, release splattered against skin and what had made dilated eyes flutter.

I hear the sound of the front door opening, key jangling in the lock, the step of boots in the hallway and Tae's rich baritone call out, ringing out the hallway and drifting up the stairs.

"(Y/N)... sweetheart I'm home." He calls, the sounds of rustling and heels clacking against wood, shucked off as he moves about. The sound of his voice accompanied with his movements stills me in my tracks, so utterly domestic, and warm and unfamiliar. It brings a different flutter and lurch to my heart, skipping a beat at the sound, at the rightness of it and how much I want it, how much I want the domesticity, the normalcy, the familiarity of calling each other home, of having a place to call our own.

Feet hurrying down the stairs to chase the voice, eyes bright and searching for him, tracking the sounds of cupboard doors opening and shutting and paper bags being emptied to the kitchen and pantry.

Eyes catching onto the sight of his jacket, clinging to ridiculously broad arms and shoulders, velvet outlining the frame of his torso, breeches just as fitted. Moulded to skin in a way that's both sinful and distracting and purposely inviting attention and focus to the splash of colour, the hue of his jacket matching the velvet ribbon tying his hair back.

I move forward towards him, silently slinking forward, arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed to his back, feeling him turn his head, the smile in his words as he turns back, drawing out fresh bread and fruits. The clink of the glass bottles of milk. Slowly drawing out packaged items, reaching upwards to place them in.

"I stopped by Namjoon's for some more tonics if you're sore." He says teasingly.

I snort, peering past him.

"I think you might benefit from that... you were pretty out of it Kim~ who knew a run dry bandit was a clingy one too." I croon, pressing a kiss to his shoulder when he grumbles, catching a glimpse of his pout, lips brushing against his jaw.

"I will get you back for that. Gotta keep it even..." he promises.

I hum.

"All about justice aren't you bandit?" arms winding tighter around him, feeling him turn in the circle of my arms with fruit to put into the emptying basket on the dinner table.

Feel him freeze against me, the weight of his gaze all at once heavy and pressing in on me and that despite his back being to the counter it's me who feels pinned and trapped under the slow trawl of darkening eyes, arms drawing back and seeing the moment he realises I'm in his shirt. See his gaze fixate, zero in to the fact that I have nothing on underneath, my hands falling away from around him, see his own dart out to try curl around my forearms and drag me closer.

Eyes flashing when I slip back and duck away from reach. Evading the quick dart of his arm trying to drag me closer, drinking in the full sight of the shirt, of every inch of skin he can see underneath, can see the curves of my breasts and the flare of my hips... can see the imprint of hands and teeth marking them colourfully.

"(Y/N) honey... come here." He lilts, taking a step forward, tracking my one step back.

"You need to put the milk away... and the bread, don't want it going stale. I was thinking of making stew for a late lunch." I muse, lips quirking up at the scowl at his lips when he takes a stride forward and I twist my body away from reach, hands curled against the counter, legs crossing slightly, his gaze fixing to the slip of fabric between my bare thighs, stretched out invitingly, a crease in the apex of my legs.

"I don't want lunch, I want you!" he growls, trying to swipe forward for me, his frustrated groan entangling with my laugh as I spin away, bare feet slipping and darting about, shrieking when I feel his hand slip to grab at my wrist, bracelets brushing against my skin, tugging and rushing down the hallway, the weighted pin of his stare as he hurries after me.

"Too bad bandit~ we don't always get what we want." I trill, slipping past an open door, nudging it shut as I dart towards the large oak table, rushing around it, fingers slipping off polished wood as he dashes forward.

"Oh I do... I will." he promises, lips stretched wide in a rakish, boyish grin, eyes alight with both mischief and want as he chases after me, deep, rich laughter melding with my own, the table a barrier between us as we stop on opposite ends, carefully scrutinising and examining each other's stance, dithering whether to shoot off to the left to the right.

He leans forward over the wood, hands braced on the table, splayed wide and staring, narrowed eyed as he cocks his head, looking all but ready to lunge over, scattering papers and ink and books to the ground to scrabble towards me.

"Not always pretty boy~" I croon, straightening the shirt that's slipped off, the deep plunge at the throat gaping, tugging the fabric up and seeing his gaze drift over the bare curve of my arm. Over the deep v-line, eyes drifting over my cleavage.

Let it fall down, eyes coy on him. Let it reveal more than just the slight curve of my breast, falling open to reveal the slightest flash of my nipple. See the dark glower in his expression.

"Come on honey... who are you trying to fool? I refuse to lose." He retorts, darting forward, a sudden lunge as he scrabbles for me, my body wriggling past a small corner as he swipes for me, eyes trailing over the room for a way to escape.

"And I refuse to give in... work for it. Earn it my Lord." I laugh, voice breathless, exuberant with the warm richness of his brown eyes, with the bright lilt to his grin and the same way his feet slip around too, rushing across the floor to me.

I rush out the door, laughter making my lungs ache, breathless exhales as I try find a small nook to hide or tuck into, seizing the advantage of a few split seconds to duck into the small store, pressed against the rack of coats, chest heaving as I press against the wall to hide out of view.

Hear his baritone ring out, enticing and enthralling; a siren song in its own right, wicked, deep thrum of his words coaxing me to come out.

"Come on little jewel, where are you hiding~" laughter melding with dulcet honeyed croon, soft quieter footsteps slightly distant to my hearing as he ambles about, moving away from the store and closer to the stairs, the sounds of the door opening and closing.

Quieter sounds that make the ragged exhales louder in the small space, not daring to reach for the matches to light a lantern, not daring to give away where I'm hidden away.

Press back against the wall, curiously peering out in the darkness, past the coats, to keep an eye on the door, eyes trained to the small slither, alert for the shadow of his body to fall there, a startled yelp, hearing the creak of a floorboard too late, when I'm suddenly yanked backwards, broad large hands wrapping around my waist and tugging. Body pulled back into a firmer, muscled one. Heart racing, body twisting in the circle of his arms to peer up at him, the curl of his smile seen before I feel it press to my own, a different breathy delight in the slow burning scorch of his lips melding to my own, chasing mine in the darkness of the store, slow and languid and indulgent, teeth scraping slightly against my bottom lip.

"Hiding were we?" he murmurs against my lips.

"Not at all..." I whisper unconvincingly.

"Mhm... must've gotten lost on the way upstairs." He hums, a smile in his words, lips pressing to the corner of my lips, trailing to my jaw, the curve widening when I tilt my throat, his head dipping at the invitation.

"You forgot the store connects to the smaller lounge. If you'd have done your exploring well." He murmurs, hands scorching the brand of his palms and splayed fingers over the sheer blouse, pressing to the low of my hips.

"I was still looking around..." surprised when his hands loosen when I draw away, though his body remains behind mine, a line of heat that brushes and grazes against me as he follows me out, door shutting behind him as he draws me back, lips pressing to my shoulder.

"I'll give you a head start sweetheart... try do a better job at hiding if you don't me to whisk you away."

Nose brushing against my jaw, lips skimming skin.

"Go on little jewel, make me chase, give me the thrill of the hunt." He croons, voice a dangerous lilt that follows me as I take the invitation to slip away, turning to shoot him a look, taking in now that he's undone the jacket, the fabric of his shirt stretched taut over his chest, clinging to his arms, outlining the definition of his muscles.

See the way he tilts back, leaning against the door, hand still curled around the knob, a lazy tilt of his head towards the hallways.

"Make a bandit earn his prize. Make my blood sing with the rush."

And that's all the invitation and prompting I need, slipping away, fingers curling around the banister of the stairs before I rush up, peering over to see his eyes tracking me, slow, predatory, indulgent.

Promising and wicked and something playful entangling with the confidence, the crooked smirk as he hears me stumble onto the landing, his voice ringing out and drifting upwards.

"Hide all you like darling... I'm going to win."

The buzz of adrenaline and giddiness when his footsteps, purposely slow, start to ascend the stairs, as if he has all the time in the world, my body darting to hide in the spare bed chambers, hear his steps pad closer, usually noiseless tread now accompanied and shattered by the deep, husky promise of finding me, crooning filth and sin, door swinging open just as I dart behind the large draped curtains, body pressing back against the window; flinching and startling at the cold press of glass seeping through the thin fabric, biting back a gasp, even as my skin pebbles. Cold leeching at skin.

"(Y/N) you've vanished on me... how can I be so sure I didn't conjure you up sweet vision?"

Quieter steps that my ears strain to catch, shuffling to press backwards, stretched on my tiptoes, hoping that the entire length of the curtains hide me from sight.

My lips curve in a silent grin, hear him open armoire doors, sighing as he sinks down on the bed, my eyes peeking past the hem to see him stretched out facing the opposite wall, lazily undoing the velvet ribbon keeping the curls away from his face.

Letting it fall onto the clean sheets, fingers brushing back his curls, almost idle and slowed in the way he shucks his jacket off.

And just as he begins to turn and straighten my body jerks back, curling back behind the cover of the drapes, shifting back to hide, a nervous, thrilled thrum as I hear him move about, a loud groan as he straightens up, the room falling into a deep silence afterwards. Every breath is stifled in my throat, quietened by the press of my palm against my lips, body pressing back to the glass, quiet and still and straining to hear where he is.

He moves entirely noiselessly. A phantom quietly drifting around the room, heartbeat pattering louder, racketing in my ears and thumping wildly against my ribs, body tight with nervous trepidation.

So when the curtain is whipped backwards all of a sudden, the scream is muffled behind my hand and my eyes widen, reflexively pressing back tighter against the glass as if to meld with it, startling at the sudden loom of his body hovering close, hand letting go of the curtain as he slips behind it.

Leaning in to cage me against the glass, hands splayed across the window as he tilts his head towards me, triumphant grin, eyes flashing, dark eyes gleaming possessively as he whispers before pinning my body to the cold glass with the weight of his own.

"Found you."

Hand drawing away my own, lips and tongue pressing an open mouthed kiss to my wrist , teeth scraping slightly before his thumb brushes over the fabric.

Eyes hungering over the sight, relishing and indulging in it.

Head dipping to press a bruising kiss to my lips, one that I feel the ache of, even as he leaves swollen lips to trail them lower, head ducking to mouth and press kisses to my throat and collar, fingers tugging the collar wider to scrape his teeth across my breast, drawing it open wider.

Gaping, fingers curling around my breast over the fabric, fingers flicking against the bud, peaking under his touch, under the scrape of his fingernail, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, his smile curving wide against my skin when my back arches, pushing away from the glass and to the touch.

"You should be lucky my home is away from an audience. What person wouldn't turn insane at you pressed to glass and trapped?" he croons, voice a deeper rasp, hand moulding to my breast, lips moving to tug the stiff bud between his teeth, a blooming sting that sparks a deeper ache. A restlessness as his hips pin mine, vacant hand slipping up from the hem of the blouse, pushing it upwards, palm grazing and skimming across my bare thigh to rest on my hip.

Mouth closing around fabric, a harsh suck that has my breath stuttering in my throat, hips pressed to the cold leeching at skin, at my bare thigh, the heat of his body against my front seeping through the layers of clothes, a dizzying contrast my mind swims with.

"I don't care for an audience, as long as a bandit is snared." I murmur, fingers slipping to curl against his nape, chest arching as his teeth tug, coaxing out a broken sound, nose brushing against skin as he moves his mouth to slot over my other bud, slowly worked to an aching stiffness, by slender fingers, the fabric clinging obscenely to swollen buds when he's done. Hands skimming lower to drag the fabric upwards, hips rutting against my own, thighs splayed and pushed open wider as he slots himself in between. The drag of fabric against bare skin, groaning as he fists the fabric and draws it up, knuckles trailing across my waist.

"I don't think that's the right word... you're the one caught darling. And you're mine." He groans against my skin, mouthing at my collarbones, teeth marking teasing trail up to the column of my throat, fingers tilting my jaw up, lips pressing to my pulse point.

The drag of his hips against mine are slow and unhurried, indulgent in the shared groans and exhales, stomach taut with the thrum of pleasure slowly simmering and burning a path from my centre outwards, a scorching path ignited through every vein, heartbeat racketing wildly at the buck of his hips. Pinning mine.

Letting me feel just how much he wants me, his hard length straining against his breeches, confined within fabric, arousal pulsing through my body, his for the taking, his for taunting and teasing.

"What if someone sees? What if someone wants a taste... a touch? Going to share me? Or going to hand over the reins like you did for Minnie? Going to let someone else teach you how to pleasure." I lilt, body pinned to the glass, unconsciously arching to move away from the cold of it, the sunlight doing nothing to chase away with the unforgiving press of it to my skin.

The growl against the crook of my throat is carnal. Steeped with possessiveness, with a simmering, feral rage.

The grip on my waist tightens, bruising and laying claim to my skin, to my flesh.

"Easy darling... as pretty as your lips are, if I need to shut them, I will." eyes gleaming, dark and wicked and demanding focus, holding my own gaze captive to his.

"That didn't answer the question Taehyung." I lilt, breath hitching at the nip of his teeth, lips trailing over my bare shoulder, slow and indulgent.

Drawing out the silence once I speak, curls grazing against skin.

The sharper buck of his hips against mine halts my breath in my throat, legs instinctively closing around him, trying to coax him closer, his eyes tracking the movement.

"A bandit doesn't share his treasures. I don't need another man to pleasure you... I don't think another man can satisfy you again. Your body will be ruined and left craving for release by my touch." he murmurs, voice dangerously low, velvety and heady. Intoxicating with its weighted brush against the bare curve of my shoulder. Dripping with heavy intent.

Hips rutting against my slowly, the pressure of his straining manhood, of his hips pinning me to take drift away. Leg slotting between my legs, hands dropping to my hips.

"Skilled at riding were you? Go on then... come undone on my thigh... make a mess and let me see you thrash against my window." He coaxes, thigh nudging against my centre; the spark of pleasure when it drags against my centre.

"Let me be the only audience witnessing your ecstasy." He murmurs, hands settling on my hips, watching them rock forward, grinding on his thigh.

"Want a show?" I breathe, hips rocking back and forth, dragging against the taut muscle, fingers pressed to the window to steady myself, every slow drag, friction causing heat to sear through my body, breath shorter pants as I work myself closer to pleasure over his leg, his eyes almost disinterested if it wasn't for the flash of them, the guttural want when he leans forward, invading space and air and dragging his thigh up higher.

"One worth my time." he murmurs against my ear, fingers brushing hair back, lips pressing to under the lobe of my ear.

And his hands that had been resting on my hips move, gripping tighter to the soft flesh as he drags my body forward, a keening burst of pleasure slipping past my lips in a groan that trembles in the space between us. Sharper pleasure burning fiercer and quicker at him guiding the movements, at him making me take, rutting his thigh up against my slick centre, feel the cage my thighs make around him, trying to squirm back at the rough scrape of fabric against bare skin, the press of his manhood against my thigh as he groans my name, a rough, rasped litany of command coaxing and reeling me towards that peak, stomach tightening, spine arching away from the glass as my hands cling to the arm that tilts my mouth to his, clutching tightly as I cry out his name.

Body shuddering with the waves of pleasure shattering over every limb, shaky legs trembling as my fingers clutch tightly at his forearm, his body caging mine. Cold seeping into my back and the heat of his body pressing to my front, slower but purposeful drags of his thigh continuing to rut up against my centre, drawing out pleasure even as my body crumples forward. The curve of his smirk against my jaw sparking simmering embers to flare.

"That all you got? Making a mess on my thigh?" he croons.

My fingers loosen, head tilting to peer at his angled body, the glow of both sunlight and amusement and playfulness gleaming in his features.

Breaths wavery against his jaw, nose nudging against his, lips melding to his, chasing to wipe away the smirk, fingers reaching for the first button of his shirt, fingers brushing against sheer lace under it.

Feel his smile widen against my lips, curling closer, tongue flicking against the seam of my lips in invite and plea, coaxing my mouth to part for him, swallowing the soft exhale he makes at the first brush of my tongue curling out to flick against his. Tae crowds closer, hand inching up from my waist, fingers brushing against the curve of my breast, pushing the fabric up, my own fingers drifting to draw the buttons open, hand raking down the sheer white lace.

Tongue curling against his, brushing through the divots and dips of his mouth, fingers skimming down to his breeches, his hips rutting against my palm where I cup him, his fingers drifting off the fabric to curl around the back of my thighs, hoisting me against him. Tongue brushing against the seam of my parted lips, flicking against my bottom lip. Eyes trailing weighted caresses across my skin, hyperconscious of every inch of skin against his clothed body, the rough, delicious friction of fabric against skin, of his lips murmuring filth as he moves away from the hidden nook we'd made behind the curtain.

Moving past the bed and out the door he'd left slightly ajar, my eyes drift and catch on the same paintings I'd stopped to linger over, gaze drifting back to peer at him. Feel the planes of his face under my touch when I cup his cheek, a fluttering ache as I brush my lips across his cheeks, the corner of his mouth, briefly slotting against his for a few moments, pecking the tip of his nose.

"I prefer this Tae... though what I would've seen to see you pose for those paintings." I confide, lips grazing the shell of his ear, finger brushing the glittering emerald.

"I don't think you'd survive the agony of seeing and not touching for hours... your patience isn't the best is it?" he lilts.

A small bubble of rich warm laughter, eyes flashing with countless memories seared into our minds and branded across our bodies. Palms gripping and squeezing the soft of my thighs, nose nudging my jaw.

"But seeing you beg is such a pretty look." He murmurs, walking into his bed chambers, moving towards the poster bed, the heavy intensity of his eyes holding mine snapping when he lets his hands loosen, body tilting and letting me fall the small distance. Body jolting against the sheets, straightening as I watch his face bright with giddiness.

See the appreciation in every slow move of his body, drawing off the shirt, the sheer white lace, clinging obscenely to the broad width of his shoulders, to his chest, fitting his tapered waist. Clinging tightly to skin and highlighting every inch of it.

"I wonder how pretty you'll beg today." he murmurs, turning around and moving towards the large wardrobe, drawing it open, body curving as he searches for something.

"Wonder how long you'll believe that." I retort, leaning back on my hands, propped up, as I watch the curve of his back, examining the fit of his breeches, admiring the seamless fit of how it clings to his legs.

"As long as you have breath to scream my name, that's how long."

Turning with an intricately carved wooden box in his hand, setting it on the chaise at the end of the bed, drawing it open with a key he seems to pluck from air, a careless, seamless sleight of hand, sliding into the lock before he draws it open.

Eyes flickering from the contents of the box to me, a smile curving wide and exuberant across his face.

Hands drawing out draping chains that pool over his fingers, dangle over his hand, fingers curling around my ankle, grip both loose and firm, a giddy grin, mischievous and thrilled as he draws me down, body hovering over mine. Legs a cage as he brackets me in, cold metal brushing against the skin of my thighs, my stomach where he draws the fabric upwards until its bunched up above my chest. Drawing it off entirely, eyes hungering as they rake over every exposed inch of flesh.

Embedded jewels grazing skin, fingers trailing the same path the chain takes, drawing it around my torso, the chains snaking around my breasts, body arching up at the weight of the harness settling against skin, his fingers skimming to curve round my back, to cinch it shut, loose as it settles on my body, my eyes drifting down to take it in. Goosebumps pebbling skin where the cold metal presses to skin, buds stiffening.

"You've worn these when you visited..." I murmur, fingers ghosting along the metal, skimming across the cut of jewels embedded in every line, wound around my stomach and breasts. His fingers have a more weighted press as they drift between my breasts, mouthing at the curve, teeth teasing, tugging at aching buds, and dark eyes tracking the shift and arch of my chest, the small clink of metal.

But he draws back, leaning back, rummaging through the box once more, drawing out beautiful earrings, long threads of gold dangling with pearls that he leans back to thread through my ears, fingers brushing against my jaw.

Something reverent and slow and cherished in the time he takes to draw jewels across my skin, forgoing a necklace, the huff of my laughter pressed to his shoulder as he carefully nestles a small diadem into the mussed state of my hair, balanced and set precariously, his fingers hovering before he draws back, a wide appreciative grin stretched across his face. Kneeling between the splay of my thighs, admiring his handiwork, the jewels and fruit of his labour, eyes gleaming playfully.

"Breath-taking..." he murmurs the word quietly, fingers dipping to rest against my stomach, still fully clothed, the jewels clinking as I straighten, drawing the lacing of his breeches open, dragging fabric across skin. His body twisting to discard the breeches, turning back towards me immediately.

"Is the diadem necessary? Who'd you pillage... royalty?" I huff, eyes dropping to the aching hardness, fingers curling loosely around it.

He groans softly, tilting to the touch even as he speaks, baritone promise brushed against my shoulder.

"Secrets cost darling... sure you can pay the price?" he teases, the flutter of his lashes felt against skin, the exhale warm and curling against my shoulder.

"I'll pay every price. What'll it take?" I coo, fingers sinking into curls, tugging, seeing him tilt his throat, arched as he peers at me. Other hand slowly stroking him, palm sliding against his hard, aching length.

"Not sure you can match a bandit's rates~" he muses.

I tilt my body closer, fingers curling tighter, thumb brushing over the tip, smearing his arousal onto skin.

"You know what I think you can't match?" I whisper.

Sparking a curious, dark glint in his eyes, lips ghosting along mine.

"Do tell."

"I don't think you can match an incubus. Think you'll tire... that you're—"

His bitten growl against my lips, teeth sinking into soft flesh punishingly, tongue wicked as it curls against mine, thrusts deep into my mouth, silencing my teasing taunts. The bruising force of his mouth scorching mine, hand skimming to rest at the low of my back, tugging me closer. Teeth scraping and soothing over the sting barely, fingers entangling with the harness, pulling it taut against my chest, brushing over the dip of my back where my spine arches, body pushing up towards his.

"I think... your mouth will look prettier silenced." He murmurs, drawing back, his chest like mine heaving for breath slightly, the dark silk scarf dangling in his grasp and predatory eyes tracking me as he clambers back, the strong line of his thighs pinning from either side as he leans over.

Primal desire as he takes in swollen lips, drawing my hair back, brushing it off my shoulder, hands gentle but gaze burning, daring for me to tease again. Securing the silk scarf around my mouth, gagging it shut, tugging at the secure knot, the fabric against my parted lips.

His hands gentle as he lowers me down to the bed, muscles rippling as he tugs off the fitted lace, baring the expanse of his torso, warm, honeyed skin, the softness of his stomach belied by the broadness of his shoulders and the muscles of his arm, tilting forward, a tiger trapping me within his prowling form.

Head ducking to brush slow kisses across my shoulder, slowly marking a line down the slope and curve of my breast, the chain settled between them, resting against my sternum, the cold pressing to skin, his mouth stoking a burning feverish want as he sucks blooming marks into skin, knuckles brushing against my waist.

His lips drift from one breast to the other, teeth scraping slowly, fingers pinching and twisting, a muffled whimper against the scarf, twisting as his hand brushes against my navel, pushing my stomach down as my hips buck, eyes fluttering as he continues his ministrations, his lips slick as he lifts his head to peer at me. Lips curving wide at the sound stifled against the scarf gagging me.

"You make such pretty noises..." he coos, the praise brushing against skin, his mouth drifting lower, skimming and brushing against skin. The weight of the harness and jewels are cold, the sensation dizzying because his touch drifts past them, uncaring of them. Lathing attention and the press of his body against my own, my fingers drifting to his hair, tugging at curls when his head lowers over my hip, a smile pressed against skin before his hand skims down to tug my thighs open, settling in the crook of them.

"Pretty noises little jewel..." he murmurs, breath warm and fanning against skin, my hips bucking at the teasing trail his fingers take down across my abdomen, coy in the brush of the pads of calloused fingertips against my centre, hand drawing my leg up, hitched over his shoulder, mouth nipping at the inside of my thigh, an idle trace of shapes and circles and lines against the apex of my thighs before they finally inch lower.

Two fingers that slowly sink in, the slight stretch and the press of slender digits plunging deeper, until they're buried to the hilt, the small exhale of both craved relief at having him pressed close, pressing deep inside, shifting and moving slowly. The drag of his fingers thrusting in and out, slow and indulgent in the small instinctual buck of my hips trying to coax him deeper, thighs spreading open wider, eyes imploring as his hold mine.

Drinking in every feature, every flutter of my eyes as he plunges back deeper and quicker, a rougher thrust of his fingers curling, drawing out slower and unhurried, the tips of his fingers remaining before they sink back into my centre again.

"Beautiful." He whispers, the press of a third finger slowly easing in, his other hand settled across the low of my abdomen, stilling the needy roll of my hips trying to coax him to not tease, to not the coil of pleasure begin to simmer patiently and torturously slow.

The strangled groan of more is stifled, unexpressed properly and the mischievous glint of his eyes shows he knows and he relishes in it. Head cocked, pausing in the slow ease of his fingers sinking back in.

"What's wrong sweetheart~ cat got your tongue?" a wide grin stretching further across his lips at the tease, eyes looking more feline as they narrow at the tug my hands make in his curls, trying to draw him deeper. A muffled protest of his name.

"Mhm? What was that? Too much?" he asks, faux-concern dripping from his lips, fingers resting against the inside of my thigh, slick arousal smeared across skin.

I narrow my eyes at him, leg splaying wider, the leg hitched over his shoulder leaving me helplessly bared and feel his own drift to my centre, the tableau of debauchery I make.

His fingers slip back, plunging in without preamble, intent to coax out muffled moans, twisting for reprieve when the slow simmering coil of ecstasy flares into an inferno, engulfing me in the purposeful intent to drown me in the growing waves of pleasure. His hand around my thigh is firm and gentle, steadying me when I twist, a keening cry, his fingers crooking deep. Beckoning and reeling out the pleasure with every shift, lips pressing kisses to my skin; soft and infinitely gentle.

And the moment my legs tremble, the cry guttural and trembling with need, his lips still on my navel, head tilting to peer at me, at the way my hands fall from his hair to grip at his shoulders, shuddering underneath him, because of him.

"Is that all sweetheart?" he croons, fingers still coaxing out my high, prolonging the pleasure to slam into my body with sharper, more intense waves, breath rough against the scarf, fingers rubbing circles into my thigh, fingers finally slipping free. Drawing them to his lips, eyes consuming and dark, the wet muscle of his tongue brushing against the pads of his fingers, drawing them deeper past smirking lips. Tasting my release against his tongue.

"Because I'm far from done. I want to see you scream. I want to see how you thrash. I want to make this moment to last an eternity."

TAE POV:

There's something utterly breathtakingly riveting about the way her moans are muffled, strained against the silk scarf and trying to slip past, legs hooked over my shoulders, tongue flicking against my lips as I chase remnants of her arousal, aching to burrow back between her thighs and coax out another trembling release from her, mouth dipping to press kisses to the inside of her thighs, feel the jolts against them as her legs shake, her chest heaving for breath and pupils dilated, fingers clutching tightly at the sheets, ruined and twisted and fisted as she thrashed on my tongue.

My eyes are drawn again to the flush beginning to dust her cheeks, the rapid swallow of her throat, eyes fluttering as she shudders for breath and reprieve.

The jolt her body gives has her hips bucking when my lips ghost along her centre, hands slipping away from her thigh to smear the slick stain of her arousal against the inner skin. Tongue flicking against it, chasing the heady nectar, knuckles rubbing over her thighs as I lower them, watch her body sag against the mattress, eyes flared with a fervent need that mirrors my own. No matter how much we give and take, there's still so much more to indulge, so much to share, pleasured ecstasy in drowning in each other's bodies and the sensations that we inflict of pleasurable torment. My aching length ruts against the sheets, painfully denied of any friction, gliding and brushing against the satin, groaning as I brush kisses across her hipbone.

Slowly drifting upwards, mapping a new path to her lips, hands skimming and trailing over marks new and old and seeing the tapestry of debauched desire she makes, the harness wound around breasts that heave with every sharp inhale, buds peaked and stiff and aching for attention. The diadem I'd nestled in her hair is askew, lost in the beautiful, mussed tumble of her hair, earrings glinting at her lobes, brushing against her hair, but my eyes rake over the flushed glow to her skin, the dewy radiance as she sags with post-euphoric bliss, delicate bracelets dangling from hands that gratefully and eagerly draw me closer, head tilting to hers, fingers carefully reaching back to undo the knot, sliding the saliva-slick scarf away, lips fusing to hers. Riveting as she looked with it gagging and muffling her pleasured whimpers, the brush of her lips against mine is a need far greater, a craving I hunger to even begin to try to satiate, knowing cull well it's futile, that the addicting press of her lips slotting to mine is an entangled, fine-tuned familiarity that will always hold the thrill, the curl of electric desire and the clench of my heart as I plead entrance to her mouth, tongue brushing over the seam of her lips.

Groaning with relief at entrance, tongue curling slowly against hers, indulging in her. In the press of her body arching to mine, the jewels embedding to skin, leaving a faint trail and sensation of where they press tighter when her leg hooks over the back of my thigh, bodily dragging me closer, a breathless smile pressed against my lips as she tilts her face to mine.

"That was payback for the scarves wasn't it?" she murmurs, voice a breathy lilt, moaning softly when my length drags against her centre, rutting against the slickness.

"Maybe~" I murmur, nose brushing against her jaw before my lips mark a line across the soft curve, dipping to brush down her throat, teeth nipping and scraping before sinking against the crook of her neck. Sharper and harder, tongue laving over the sting, mouth closing around the mark to suck, intent on colouring it dark against her skin, to leave a claim blooming across the delicate curve. Relishing with something primal and possessive satisfied at the keen as she tilts her throat. Mouth brushing a kiss across the reddening mark.

"Easy tiger..." breathless and teasing, hands digging into my shoulders when I rut up harsher, a rough buck of my hips against her own.

My teeth skim across the column of her throat, lips pressing to her pulse point, curling closer over her, nipping at skin with a playful growl.

"Or what~ you really think I'm letting go? After finally capturing my jewel?" I murmur, head dipping to graze my lips against her collarbones, her fingers winding around my nape, coaxing me closer.

Voice quiet when she speaks.

"Is that all I am? Another heist? Another thrill?"

Vulnerable and tentative, eyes ducking away slightly but not before I see the fragile hint of something unsure and raw in her eyes.

Body lifting up slightly, hands cupping her cheeks.

"(Y/N)... look at me sweetheart." I coax.

Waiting for her soft eyes to turn to mine, nose nudging against hers, lips pressing to hers softly. Brushing a dozen pecks to the soft curve of her lips that slowly meet my own, lingering for an instant longer each time.

"You are priceless, the only jewel that matters. I just need and want you. You're my treasure."

Her fingers curl tighter, slowly reciprocating, lips chasing the feel of mine.

"And I'll be damned if I don't spend every day filled with happiness and worship your body every night. I want you (Y/N). I want us." I confess.

"And if I want to spend my days worshipping and learning your body?" she teases.

Lips brushing against hers, tongue flicking against the seam.

"You'll never hear me complaining. We have forever to learn and I have forever to wake to each morning entangled together."

"I love you Tae... I love my rough bandit, I love my pretty boy, I love you." brushed against my lips in slow, fervent promise and devotion, the brush of her lashes against my skin.

"I love you too. My sweet treasure. I'm going to steal you away for myself. I don't like sharing." I divulge.

Her leg curls tighter around my thigh, body tilting up, the press of jewels against my skin.

"Good thing I don't either. Not when it comes to you."

Voice a soft lilt brushed against the shell of my ear, body turning to twist us round, my body falls against the sheets, hands cradling her as I turn, settled on my back with her straddling me.

Her hands settling on my sternum, hips settled across mine.

"Reckon you have one or two more peaks to give?" she murmurs, fingers curling around my aching, swollen manhood; the brief brush of her fingers causing my hips to buck up.

"I'm going to fill you up, till you're sobbing that you're too full, that it's too much."

Her hips buck forward slowly.

"If you can. I've built stamina over years of tumbling around in sheets and nooks and every place possible with Minnie... can you keep up?"

Slowly lifting her hips to position herself over me, hands bracing herself as they splay over my chest, centre slick and brushing against the tip of my length, slowly teasing as she peers at me, hair brushing against my skin, lips quirked wide. Eyes searing with challenge and mischief, hips slowly circling, lowering herself down the barest inch, grinning at the small buck of my hips, infinitely slow and torturous as she circles her hips.

Lowering herself down inch by inch, the drag of my length inside her, slowly sheathing herself, hips flush to mine as she finally sinks down entirely. Hands pressed against my torso for support as she draws herself up, the slow drag of our bodies as she sets a punishing pace, content to share shaky exhales and slow murmured croons against skin, lips unhurried in their mapping and exploring, trailing from my throat, to my shoulders, down my chest, teeth raking over a bud she works between her fingers, smiling at the low groan as I buck my hips up, trying to coax her deeper.

"(Y/N)... fuck, sweetheart... stop teasing." I grit out, the slow circling of her hips, rutting down on me, length thrust deep, legs splayed and parted on either side of me, raising herself up slowly before dropping down, the dizzying rush of the sudden fullness of having her body moulded to mine, seared deep as she continues to rock her hips up and down.

"What happened to having all the time in the world, what happened to forever like this?" she teases, voice warm, lips teasing, brushing down my sternum. Nails trailing featherlight across my navel, drawing her hips up, slow grinds as she lifts her herself up, fingers splaying wider, digging slightly as her breath trembles as her legs tighten, unconsciously drawing them close as she can, burrowed deep inside.

"I have forever... I don't want forever tormented. I want forever giving you pleasure until you're incoherent, until you're mindless from it." I groan, hands falling to her hips, dragging them forward, her moan sweet and melding with mine.

"And today you'll be mindless from it. I have all the time to see you splayed and begging..." she lilts, voice breathier when she rocks herself deeper, using my body to draw out a litany of moans and whimpers, the swells of her breasts jostled with every deep thrust and roll, straining around the harness. See how the jewels are jostled with every roll of her hips, diadem crooked and earrings brushing and swinging, the thin bracelets grazing skin as she chases pleasure, eyes warning and daring to try buck and thrust into the touch.

"Can I please... please give?" I implore, voice raspy and shuddering with the tight coil of pleasure slowly curling tighter, abdomen tightening as she continues to grind her hips deep, her legs trembling slightly, breathy as her chest heaves.

Head cocked, a flushed glow of pleasure as she shakes her head, throat bobbing.

"Not until you've spilled yourself inside me once... then you can give and take. Come on pretty boy... one release I want to control and take. Won't you let me?" voice sweetly keening and shaky, her body tilting forward as she curls her hands around my shoulders, body curving over mine, rocking her hips back and forth, drawing herself up and down over my throbbing length. Taking me deeper, whimpers against my throat, nails digging in as she moans.

"Close?" she murmurs against my skin, the stiff buds of her breasts pressed against my skin, body flush to mine before she draws herself up, hips rocking with fervent, thorough intent when I nod, groan a yes to the curve of her ear, splaying her legs wider, eyes holding mine.

The slick, almost obscene sight of her drawing me deeper, of sinking down onto me, the inside of her legs trembling, crying out when I buck my hips up deeper, hands gripping her hips and thrusting upwards, pushing deeper inside. The drag of her body against mine, gripping her thighs, hips bucking up, chasing the tendrils of pleasure slowly loosening with the promise of a searing release, her body shuddering as my thrusts get deeper, erratic and rougher.

My hand trails to her centre, eyes drawn to the sight of her being filled, thumb brushing over her centre, her slick opening, rubbing rough circles onto her swollen nub, feel her hips shudder, the tremble as she steadies herself. The loud, keened cry that tears out her throat guttural as she shudders, still rocking her hips, body jolting with pleasure but desperate to have me fill her, reach the same pleasurable peak.

Clutching her tighter, fingers digging in hard to the soft curve of her thighs, hard enough to bruise, hips thrusting deep as I spill myself inside her, the jolting wracks of ecstasy coaxing more and more, the rock of our bodies slower, dragged out, slowly inching towards sensitivity.

But still we remain nestled like this, buried deep inside her, her body tilting forward, breathless smile against my lips, fingers brushing back my hair and pressing softer kisses to my skin even as her thighs tremble with sensitivity. Even as I feel myself spill deep, I can feel the aching stiffness of my length, hard and burrowed into her, throbbing at the pulse of pleasure as she keens, breasts pressed to my chest and my hands skimming across the curve of her back.

Skimming across skin and settling on the low of her back, mouth pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, dipping to brush against the swells of her cleavage.

Feel the experimental push of her hips, groaning with slight sensitivity, but knowing full well that her stamina, her delight in pushing each other to the limits will have her rolling and dragging her hips to coax me impossibly deeper.

And even so, I relish in the small brief reprieve of holding her, entangled and hair tickling skin, her body curled close to mine.

"Guess you do have stamina." She huffs against my collar, legs closing tighter, thighs clenching as she shudders when it draws me deeper inside her, the slow drag of my length sheathing inside her, her body rocking back instinctively.

"Looks like you are more talk than show darling." I tease, eyes raking over the flushed dewy sheen to her skin, wrecked with pleasure, with three peaks coaxed out of her.

She can give one more at least.

At least.

"If that's the case why don't you show me how it's done bandit?"

Stoking challenge and fire and searing arousal across my body and pulsing through my veins once more.

I grin against her.

"You're on."

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I lower her down onto the rucked sheets, easing her against them, aching length drawing out, a whimpered protest at the emptiness, legs parting as she peers up at me, my gaze drifting to where my release slowly trickles out, smearing her centre, dripping onto the sheets, mixed with her own arousal, her fingers featherlight as they skim down her stomach, drifting lower to let them sink into the mess between her legs. A soft exhale as she pushes three fingers deep, gathering dripping release and smeared against skin as they slip in deep, upto the first knuckles first then to the hilt, her eyes holding mine, coquettish and pulsing with desire at the same time, shifting restlessly against the bed at the torment she gives herself. Slowly drawing her fingers in and out, other hand settling against her breast, working a bud between her fingers, moaning softly under her own touch, fingers twisting and tugging, harsh and unrelenting, a punishing firmer touch as she abuses the already swollen sore nub, fingers unhurried as they drag in and out of her entrance, legs falling wider and bent at the knee to give me full view.

Her hips buck as she works her fingers deeper, coaxing a fourth in as she lets her hand drift to the other breast, the same bruising ministrations as she draws out hot-white pleasure with rough bitten moans, fingers drenched with my release.

The sight demands and reels out the arousal to curl low in my gut, hotter and fiercer. Fingers idle and almost torturous when I circle my own length, rutting lightly into my palm.

Watch as her gaze drifts, lips parting and tongue unconsciously whetting her lips, leaving a slick smear across them. I lean forward, shifting till I'm situated between the parted crook of her thighs, head dipping to give attention to her vacant breast, teeth sinking and tugging at the nub, sucking harshly and unrelenting at the swollen bud untim her chest archs up, the dual simulation to both making her twist, breathless as her head tilts to mine, resting close as she continues to thrust her fingers in and out, thumb swiping messily over her entrance, shifting restlessly, her body clenching and tightening with approaching release.

The sharp, agonised plea she makes is rough and unsatisfied when I draw her hand away, drawing her slick fingers to her lips, smearing them.

"Open up sweetheart... taste me on that wicked tongue." I murmur, thumb dragging her bottom lip down, watch as she pliantly parts her lips, slipping the proffered fingers deep. Suckling at them, tongue flicking to wipe the release off them, cheeks hollowing as she draws them deeper, thrusting lewdly into her mouth the same way they were her entrance.

"I know your stamina is famed... supposedly. But I want you to find your peak when I'm sheathed deep."

Slowly brushing my palms over the inside of her thighs, smile widening when they drift down to grip her calves tugging her down until our hips brush against each other, rutting against the mess of spilled release, eyes raking over her as I slowly guide myself in, her legs already taut with staved off pleasure, stomach clenching as she takes me in. The slow drive of my length pressing in, carefully sinking into her. Stilling at the shaky sigh, her back arching, throat tilted as she draws in breath, rocking her hips back to coax me in further until our hips are flush and I'm nestled deep.

Slow rocks of my hips drawing out and sinking deeper into her, gentle unhurried thrusts as her body splays on the sheets, adorned and dripping with jewels: the rich glow of them nothing and insignificant compared to the sheen on her limbs, the dewy glow to her face as she tilts her hips up, arching and coaxing me closer and deeper.

My hands find their home planted on either side of her, fingers grazing unbound hair, gripping the sheets tightly as I cage her under me, swallow the cries against my mouth, body pushed and worked back into that teetering state of almost tumbling into pleasurable relief.

"You can let go sweetheart... I've got you."

Slowly working her through her peak when her body trembles, the thrash of her body as pleasure wracks her frame, her curves mapped out by my touch, slow, deep circles to prolong the peak of pleasure, her back arching off the sheets, fingers curled around her wrists and keeping them pinned to the bed, her hips bucking up, pushing closer even as ecstasy brings a tremble to her legs.

Breathless as she sags against the bed, lips curved in a loose, satiated smile, eyes fluttering as her chest heaves, drawing in deep lungfuls of work. But I'm not done.

Far from it.

Slowly rutting back deeper inside her, slow thrusts that has her keening, shifting on the sheets, head falling back, drawing a pillow forward, nudging it under her hips so her back is prominently arched, angled so I can draw myself further into her. Feel the fluttering pulse of her body, centre slick and stained with her arousal, thighs smeared with it.

The jewels bounce and jolt with every thrust alongside the curves of her breasts, driving myself deeper, rougher, slower, hand settled over her hips as I draw out, slamming back in harder, her whimper brushed against the pillow as her head turns. The gleam of glassy tears brimming in her eyes, slowly worked further into overstimulation, the arch of her body more pronounced with the pillows positioning her back, allowing me to thrust deep, her cries sharper and keening with raw want, fingers scrabbling for purchase, leaving a trail of heat and stinging pleasure across the low of my abdomen dragged upwards.

There's no way to describe the feverish twist and arch of her body, hips still slowly bucking to mine as anything but writhing. Twisting as she sobs, the sound broken and drowning in pleasure as she swallows, tears slipping free and trickling down the side of her face, smears of overwrought pleasure consuming her as she cries out my name.

"....so deep.... so, so deep." She keens, glassy blown-out eyes drifting to her stomach, lips parting as she watches the drag of my hips inside her, length sheathing inside her slick entrance, arousal clinging to my manhood as I draw back, hands dragging her hips up off the pillow, curling around her back, the arch more pronounced as I drive myself back into her, rocking my hips steadily, grinding deep circles that her eyes flutter, a silent scream as her head falls back, legs shuddering and trying to close, trapping me between them.

Falling open just as easily with the next thrust, slower and dragged out, body pliant and submitting to the pleasure, my groan low and rough against her shoulder. Head ducking down to sink my teeth in, relishing the moan, the slight tilt as her head curves to the side, tongue flicking over the sting, slowly sucking, mouth closing around skin to colour a blooming mark across the crook of her neck.

"Thought you could keep going... thought you wanted forever to be hungering and taking and losing yourself." Words a low grunt, feeling the press of her body against mine as I lean closer, her shuddered breaths curling against my throat and ear.

"Thought you'd give me all you had and more." I taunt, drawing back to see the glassy, teary eyes, the shaky hitch of breath as I thrust deep, hips grinding circles into her, rough thrusts as her body's jostled on the sheets, her hands scrabbling across sheets and skin, nails raking over my back and leaving fierce, blooming pleasured-pained stings behind, breaths ragged pants.

"...Tae..." the rough, hoarse cry of my name only propels me deeper, closer, hand drifting from her waist, to inch upwards, knuckles grazing against the underside of her breast, thumb brushing over her bruised nub, over the deepening purple at the swell of her chest. Hand inching upwards to curve around her throat, thumb brushing against the bob of her throat, fingers wrapping around the slender arch of her neck, a low growl of approval at the sight. At the way she archs up to the touch, the tilt making my fingers brush with pressure, tightening in the slightest. Feeling the way her breath shudders under my touch, fingers rough and calloused against soft, delicate skin, tightening in the slightest as I continue to thrust, feel her body tighten in response, feel her hand grip at my forearm, shuddering and pushing into the touch. Pupils blown-wide and dilated, eyes fluttering as she looks at me, trusts me as she lets the possessive sprawl of fingers around her throat tighten, air shuddered in thinner breaths and inhales, back arching off the sheets. Scrabbling uselessly with one hand as the other grips tighter, the broken moan trembling with overwhelmed need.

"Fuck... you're perfect (Y/N)... wonder if you have air enough to beg for more?" I groan, fingers loosening slightly, thumb sweeping across her throat, soothing and grounding, feral pleasure at the faint outline of fingers on her throat.

She groans, low and sinful and imploring, fingers loosely curled around my forearm, shaking as her body trembles with another bubbling peak, searing through her veins in the same likeness that arousal; vicious and hot and intoxicating burns mercilessly through every limb and pools in every crevice, low in my gut.

"...pl... please... more." She keens, voice ragged, eyes holding mine captive, snaring me in the dilated, haze of hers, body coaxing, hips rocking back, meeting each thrust with a shaky downward roll of her hips, legs curling around me, banding across my waist, locking there. The next thrust sends me deeper, the wide splay of her centre allowing me to plunge and rock my length in further, feel her voice slur as she presses her hand to her stomach. Reaches for my own and draws it to the low of her abdomen, feel the small shift and clench of her abdomen, rocking in and feeling the slight pressure of my length burying deep.

"So deep... going to fill me up..." voice slurred with arousal, lips parting in a silent cry when my hand on her stomach presses harder, other hand curling back tighter around her throat, her body taking and taking. Taking as I brand her body inside out as mine, as claimed, as taken, feel the scorch and blissful agony of her body tugging and reeling me closer to the peak together with her.

Her air thins as my fingers curl tighter, aching to see the bruises of my fingerprints curled across the slender column, feel her throat bob for breath, drawing in weak rasps of air.

Whimper strangled and broken, shooting pleasure to sear through my body, hips jerking forward at the sound, the drag of my length slower and deeper as we chase the high our bodies ache with.

"I'll give you the world (Y/N). Going to fill you so deep... who knows if the tonic will even work? If my release takes... I'd keep you full and swollen and numb with pleasure." Spilling fantasies and wishes and desire-laced thoughts, the images propelling me deep, hips stuttering and turning erratic as she tightens, nails digging into my forearm as her body coils up, taut as the release slams into her. Sags and goes boneless, eyes fluttering, hand immediately loosening, her chest heaving to draw in air as her head lolls against the pillow, hair splayed and earrings entangled, body bruised and marked with so many claims old and new, breathless hitches of breath and small sobs as my hips drag out the pleasure, chase my own release before they still deep in her. Spilling release into her, her legs tightening and thighs closing around my length, sheathed deep in her, body curving over hers, slumping close, hands keeping me from crumpling over her.

Sharing in uneven breaths, in the low groans pressed to skin, her fingers loosening as she sags against ruined sheets, body a tableau of lust and desire and love, a canvas of desire mapping and streaking a path across her limbs.

Shaky as she reaches for me, trembling lips going lax under mine, tongue curling slow and uncoordinated and messily against mine, lips slipping and curling close, noses brushing as I tilt to her.

"Maybe... just maybe... maybe you could give Min and Joon a run for their money." She whispers, voice wrecked and hoarse, limp against the sheets, my head burrowing against her collarbone, pressing soft kisses across skin, coming to rest pressed against the heaving swells of her chest, body entangled with mine, a mess of arousal and release and flushed limbs dewy with exertion slumped together.

I snort, head turning to chase the soft swells, lips brushing against the inside of her breast.

"I'd give you a run for yours."

She huffs, laughter shaky and exhausted, hands drifting to sink into my hair, lazily playing with curls, entangling into them and letting her nails trail in slow caresses against my scalp.

"I don't think I'd win against a bandit when it comes to looting." She concedes.

Leg thrown over my hip, hand kneading at the sore muscles, her shaky relief as she goes lax further.

"Count your losses darling. A bandit never surrenders. To the last breath I'll be looting yours." I murmur, a soft exhaled vow against the curves and softness of her body, treasuring every small sound, every shift of her body, the brush of her fingers trailing through hair and drifting to my nape.

"As lifetimes go... that doesn't sound bad at all."

And as lifetimes go, I'll make the ones who hurt you pay with theirs.

I promise.

And I'll succeed the biggest heist of them all.

I'm stealing you away.

I'm not letting go.

And the world can burn to cinders, can fall to disorder and chaos but this is unchanging.

I love you (Y/N) and that means I'll protect you with everything I have, everything I am.

Lips feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against them, pressing closer, fingers settling against her sternum, chasing the erratic, wild thump of her heart.

I'm stealing this. And making my home there.

(AND THERE WE GO! PART 3 OF 3 FOR THE STEAM AND HERE IS WHERE THE SPICE CONCLUDES... IN SUCH EXPLICITNESS I SUPPOSE~ GAHHHH NEVER BEEN SO NERVOUS TO KNOW YOUR VERDICT!! I HOPE THE EMOTIONS REMAINED THROUGHOUT! HOPE @Midiiplier MY DARLING LOML THAT IT MET THAT STANDARD, THAT CHALLENGE I SET MYSELF! HOPE VANDIT WILL REMAIN IN YOUR MINDS WHEN THE STORY WILL CONCLUDE IN A FEW CHAPTERS! STAY SAFE AND ENJOY!)

Borahae! 💜💜💜

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