Maya

Taehyung hovers above me, his strong thighs slowly folding over the mattress and resting on his knees while he straddles me; his arousal is evident, but mine is still well-concealed.

He holds my hands firm against the mattress and locks his gaze with mine, and it makes my heart skip a few beats and start thudding at an abnormal pace.

We don't speak a word out loud, but from reading his eyes and seeing how his chest heaves, I know that he is extremely nervous, and I'm pretty sure that he knows how nervous I am at this very moment.

Am I guilty of having him in my bed?

That's not even a question that my brain wants to answer right now.

To me, he's not just any man. In my eyes, he's always the Taehyung who was my first love.

Taehyung frees my hands from his hold and brings his large hands to cup my cheeks, delicately tracing the outline of my face with his palms, his thumbs ghosting over my lips, and then he slowly glides his hands further down towards my neck and then to the zipper of my hoodie.

The beats of my heart are so pronounced right now that I'm literally feeling the pulsations of my heart on every inch of my body that has currently gone into complete submission under his stronger body.

Our eyes are caught up in a magnetic gaze tangle and without breaking eye contact, his fingers slowly, steadily begin working on the zipper and pull it all the way down until the garment splits open revealing a thin line of my skin starting from a little beneath my neck to a little below my bellybutton.

Taehyung then disconnects the ends of the zipper and leaves the open edges to rest on my body.

Should I stop him now?

I don't fight back or stop him because I know I'm enjoying it, and the absence of any kind of disapproval from me encourages him to keep going—which is also driving me crazy.

His eyes lower to take in what's now available for him to see, and then they lift to meet mine while he slowly licks his lips, making me gulp.

Taehyung's large hands move aside the fabric of the hoodie and come to land on my stomach.

His hands are cold with nervousness, and he smoothly glides them against my stomach to take hold of my waist on both sides, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes a shaky breath escape my parted lips.

He tenderly strokes his hands along my sides and over my breasts that are covered in just a flimsy cotton bra that does absolutely nothing to shield my stunned nipples, all the while our eyes are still locked with each other.

Taehyung's eyes are so breathtakingly beautiful, and I can see a myriad of so many deep and troubled emotions swimming in them, and lust is definitely not among those that I notice.

He doesn't squeeze my breasts or try to uncover them from the bra, but instead, he glides his hands further up to my shoulders and pushes the hoodie away and down my arms.

I wriggle a bit and release my arms from the sleeves of my hoodie and throw it away while I watch him pull off his T-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.

My eyes refuse to move away from his bare chest that is just perfect to my liking—not too sculpted, not anywhere close to flabby, and not an ounce of extra fat. Just flat, smooth and perfect.

He swallows thickly and leans forward until our foreheads touch, until our hot breaths mingle, and until his soft lips delicately brush against mine; his legs astraddle.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers against my lips, the vibrations of which sends a shock-wave of electricity through my nerves, and the warmth of his breath against my lips further fans my desire.

"Mm.." I hum in approval, and then his lips gently press down on mine, completely taking my breath away; our eyes closing at the same time.

Taehyung and I haven't ever spoken about getting physical, not now, and not in the past—well, we never spoke to each other back then. But, when we are around each other, I have definitely been feeling the heat and tension between us, and now I know that he has been feeling it too, even after all these years.

His lips are soft and tender, and they move so gently against mine, almost as if they are teaching me how to kiss.

I bring my hands to glide along his smooth skin and wrap over his broad shoulders while his hands stay on either side of my body, pressed against the mattress beneath us.

There is no trace of hesitation in the kiss, and it doesn't take us long before our tongues touch and tangle, letting us taste each other to our hearts desire. Taehyung's kiss is literally breathing life into parts of my body that have forgotten how it would feel to be woken up this way. He tastes of mint—fresh, sweet and delectable; I find him too irresistible.

I cup his defined jaw in one hand and pull him closer to me, but even amidst this moment of sin and bliss, he is still being careful not to lay his entire weight on me.

Taehyung's one hand hooks under my back, causing my back to arch against gravity, and then he lifts my torso up along with him as he sits up. My eyes flutter open, followed by his eyes that open slowly, and then our lips part from the kiss, but our gazes are still strongly connected.

A shy smile slowly creeps up my lips, and Taehyung's eyes reflect it by turning into cute little crescents when he smiles flashing his teeth that were flush against my tongue just seconds ago.

He climbs out from on top of me and pushes his hair back with all ten fingers while kneeling down on the bed, and I watch how his every muscle flexes with the movements of his hands.

Placing a hand at the back of my neck, he slowly makes me lie down on the bed, and then he lies down too, beside me after turning off the bedside lamp and casting the entire room into total darkness. I pull the duvet over us as we both lie down facing each other in bed.

The only illumination in the room is from the moon in the night sky—the faint light of which spills in through the translucent curtains covering the large windows.

Taehyung's eyes glimmer in the dark, and with my vision that's slowly adjusting to the dimness, I am able to clearly make out the unusual twinkle in his eyes.

"Taehyung," my hand comes around to tenderly stroke his cheek and jaw. "I'm wondering how you are," I speak softly when I realize that his eyes are ready to shed tears and that he is having a very hard time holding them in.

I don't want to assume that it is regret that he is experiencing—something that could have possibly stemmed from our conversation earlier.

He wouldn't be feeling that way, would he? I mean, we are both available for each other now, so why would he regret anything?

Without another word, he inches closer to me and slides down, nestling his face against my chest. His sudden move makes my body freeze for a moment, but then he wraps his arms around my torso and pulls himself closer, practically burying his face between the mounds of my breasts.

It isn't rocket science to realize that the man in my arms needs comfort, warmth and reassurance, and I slowly weave my hands through the soft hair at the back of his head, rubbing little dainty circles against his scalp with the tips of my fingers.

Taehyung's hot breath against my chest trembles, after which I feel the wetness of his tears on my skin, and it totally wrenches my heart out.

"Taehyung, hey, I'm here with you. You're not alone..." I keep rubbing his back in comforting strokes while I hold his face securely against my chest. His hold around my body is tight, and I really like this closeness where our bodies are literally exchanging warmth and melting in each other's arms.

Only our hearts are beating in two different bodies.

"Maya, I'm not okay. I had a horrible day," Taehyung's muffled baritone vibrates against my chest.

"At work?" I ask him as I softly play with his thick and fluffy hair.

"Everything was bad until we met, and I came here with you. A job application that I was really pinning my hopes on got turned down today. And then I had some other people who got on my nerves, and that really blew my lid off," he complains in a timid and shaky voice.

"What's this job that you applied for?" I choose to focus only on the job part of what he said because I know that if I ask about the people who vexed him, he would most definitely get agitated and emotional while trying to explain what they did and spoke.

"It was for a vacancy at Arctic Healthcare, and I really thought I would make it through. Even the interview went well, and I have no idea why I got rejected. I really had my hopes high," he sounds so disappointed and done with everything.

But wait! He really applied for a job at Arctic Healthcare??

Despite the revelation, I still answer him calmly.
"Taehyung, some things just take time, but if it's truly meant for you, it will come to you. I know you're feeling miserable because of the rejection, but that is no reason to lose hope for the future. You're a strong man, and I know you'll sail past this stronger than ever," my words gain a small hum from him.

He rubs the tip of his nose against my chest, nodding softly, and even though it is supposed to be a sensual thing to do, right now I only want to stay strong for him and comfort him.

That's what he needs now.

A few minutes pass by in complete silence, filled in only by the sounds of our heavy breaths which gradually return to normalcy, after which Taehyung begins stroking my back with his hand that's wrapped around my body.

Even the silence between us seems to have helped him relax a little.

"Thank you, Maya. I really needed this, and I feel a little better already," he is so close to me right now that his tender lips move against my sensitive skin, and the contact makes my entire body sprout goosebumps even through the thin layer of cloth that's shielding his lips from my skin.

"Just know that I'm always here, and you're never alone in anything, okay?" I smile when he nods a few times with his face still in place, and I can't help but wonder if he's being smothered by my breasts. But he seems so comfortable, and I believe he's feeling warm, safe and reassured when I hold him close like this.

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SIR?!!?! 🥵🥴

Published on : 04/28/2022