*three months later*

Maya

"Maya, why do you do this? You won't let me breathe in peace, will you?" Taehyung whines as he follows me while I step out of the shower and scuttle over to the kitchen with just a loosely wrapped towel around my body.

"If you don't like what you see, you can close your eyes, silly boy. I left my lotion in the fridge," I stick out my tongue at him, teasingly flipping my wet hair over my shoulder as I throw open the fridge door.

"Yeah, I don't like seeing the towel," Taehyung growls as he steps up from behind, his hands snaking around my waist and pulling me closer to him while he rubs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck, humming deeply.

The combined effects of the dew on my body and the gusts of cold air from inside the refrigerator are already making my skin bristle, and now, Taehyung's sensual touches, his velvety voice, and his breath against my skin are making my thighs clench in need.

This combination is lethal.

His hands slowly untie the towel around my body, and it drops to the floor just when his large, veiny hands very delicately cup my breasts, making my back arch and push my bottom against his arousal; my head thrown back against his shoulder.

"I'll help you," he whispers sensually as he shuts the fridge door with one hand while holding my body glued tight against him with his other hand, and then he twirls me around, abruptly crashing his lips on mine and taking my breath away.

I rub my leg against his legs as our tongues twirl together, and his taste fills me up; his moans making me desire him, completely ignoring the fact that we've already had each other a few times since he came here this morning.

Without breaking the kiss, Taehyung takes the bottle of lotion from my hand and places it somewhere before he lifts me off the floor and sits me down on the kitchen counter, breaking the lip-lock and taking a moment to strip himself off his boxers—the only piece of clothing that was concealing his excitement.

I rest my palms on the counter and watch him closely as he presses his palm down on the pump of the bottle a few times and collects a generous amount of lotion onto his other palm. Placing the bottle away from us, his hooded eyes lift to look at me while he rubs his hands together and spreads the creamy lotion between both his palms.

He places his large, lotion-slathered hands on my shoulders, slowly dragging them down my body, over the mounds of my breasts, along both sides of my waist, to the dip of my stomach where he teasingly traces my skin with the tip of his index finger, and then over the curve of my hips before he bends down and presses his lips to my stomach, kissing and licking around my bellybutton.

Taehyung then squeezes more lotion onto his hands and rubs both his hands down my thighs and legs, delicately kissing every inch of my skin as he holds my leg in his hand and makes his way down to my feet and slides his slippery fingers between my toes.

Feeling a wave of goosebumps spreading over my whole body, I make a bolder move and raise my leg to place the back of my knee on his shoulder, pulling him closer and making my request obvious without having to use my words.

Taehyung's tender kisses over my hip bone and down to my thigh, with his hands caressing my outer thighs feels as if my whole body is being tickled with a huge feather while being exposed to soft gusts of cold breeze at the same time.

"Maya, do you know that you're irresistible after a shower?" He mumbles against my skin, his lips flirting with my knees, the ends of his soft hair teasing my skin, and I could feel the wetness dripping from my core—something that happens to my body just upon hearing his sensual voice.

Before my words could form into a proper sentence, the distant sound of my phone ringing makes Taehyung click his tongue in frustration.

"What if it's from work?" I thread my fingers through his dark hair, making his eyes land on mine.

"Go," he lifts his torso, allowing me to glide down from the kitchen counter and roughly wrap the towel around my body before I charge down the hallway to the bedroom to answer the call.

"Da-Mi?" I answer the call with a little hype in my tone.

"It's Sunday, and I believe our lunch plan is still on. So meet me at the Momo café in thirty minutes from now. No excuses will be accepted. See 'ya!" She ends the call even before I could breathe.

Taehyung walks into the bedroom, dressed in his boxers, throwing himself on the bed as he scrolls through something on his phone.

I start wearing my clothes one by one while Taehyung chuckles softly at something on his phone's screen before he turns it a little for me to see.

It is a selfie that I sent him a few nights ago when I was immersed in my bubble bath and missing him like crazy.

"I almost fell asleep one night with this photo on my screen, and I don't know if I even slept a little..." Taehyung smiles nervously, tossing his phone aside. "But she didn't notice...I guess," he folds an arm under his head while watching me get dressed with his deep stare that seems to be effortlessly filtering me out of my clothes.

"I don't know how to respond to that," I smile uneasily as I sit down at the edge of the bed to wear my jeans, with my back to him.

With a vigorous rustling of sheets, Taehyung crawls up from behind me, circling my waist with his arms and nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

"You don't have to respond to that," his lips move against my neck. "Why are you getting dressed already?" I find it cute when he sniffs my skin, whining.

I laugh softly as I lift a hand to slip it into his hair.
"Taehyung, as I told you earlier, I'm meeting Da-Mi for lunch today, and I have to be there in thirty minutes," my fingers ruffle his hair a little, making him tighten his hold around my body.

"Lunch is two hours away. Stay for a while more and give me some company," he whispers close to my ear in his raspy voice before falling back on the bed along with me, my whole back glued to his front.

Our giggles turn into loud laughters when he begins tickling my sides, making me wriggle and squirm, my shirt riding up as I struggle to escape the shower of tickles.

"Stop!" I hiccup between giggles, slapping his strong arms and somehow managing to roll out face down beside him onto the bed. But Taehyung with his lightning fast reflexes, tackles me and flips me over, straddling me and towering over me with his strong body.

"Your clothes are wrinkled, Maya. You need to change," he tries to take off my shirt, trying to keep a serious face and failing miserably.

I hold his hand tight and resist his moves, my stomach hurting as I keep laughing and feeling my face heating up.

"Not again... I just wore this," my hands clutch around his bigger hands in protest, and then he lets go of my shirt.

"I can never get enough of you, Maya," his eyes darken as he takes my hands in his, pinning them above my head, flat against the mattress.

Taehyung's lips ghost over mine, not meeting them in a kiss that I'm suddenly so desperate for, and he smirks, sensing my desperation when I try to raise my head to kiss him.

"Admit it," he whispers against my lips in an almost sinister manner, resting his forehead on mine, letting the tips of our noses touch.

"I won't," I shake my head, refusing to give in and admit the one thing which he has been expecting me to openly express for the past few months.

He knows it himself, yet, hearing it from me would make him feel powerful, I guess. And I'm just teasing him by not verbalizing the truth.

"Then I'm not letting you meet Da-Mi, and I am going to take off your shirt and everything else, and I am going to show you that it's time for you to tell that to me"

"This is blackmail," I wriggle my wrists, teasingly rolling my hips to bring more of our bodies in contact.

"Admit it then, let's make peace," Taehyung's tongue pokes the inside of his cheek and glides around provocatively, his eyebrows lifting a little.

He knows what he's doing to me, and he knows how I've been having him like a forbidden drug that I'm addicted to. Every little thing about him makes me go crazy, and the fact that my teeth are assaulting my lower lip right now is a clear giveaway that I'm surrendering.

"Come on, say it," Taehyung whispers maliciously, the tone of his voice trying to seduce my soul, and I can't even think straight anymore.

There's no use not admitting it to him, even though he knows fully well the effect he has on me.

This is the moment my brain gives up and succumbs to my hormones, crushing the last bit of my pride and dumping it underground.

"I can never get enough of you, Taehyung. You know it, you've always known it," my words make him smirk in victory, his tender lips finally crashing on mine.

I kiss him like he is the rain to my drought, my urgency empowering him to take full control of my reflexes. Our tongues, wet and warm against each other's, tangling, as do our legs, and then his hands let go of mine.

"Taehyung," I moan uncontrollably, the ache between my thighs in dire need of relief.

He breaks the kiss on my lips, only to drop them to my neck, and then further down as he kisses me over my clothes.

Moving my shirt up a little, Taehyung presses his lips over my bellybutton; his tender kisses feeling like the fluttering of butterfly wings on my body.

Hooking his hands inside the waistband of my dainty lace panties, he lowers it; my hips lifting to help him further as he brings it down upto my knees where my unworn jeans are still clinging on.

"Look what you've done to me," he kneels on the bed on either side of my body and pulls down his boxers, holding his erection in his large hand and pleasuring himself before he brings his body closer to mine and rubs his leaking tip right over my clit.

A moan that sounds too erotic falls from my mouth, and my eyes squeeze shut at the slippery sensation that stimulated my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I'm going to-" Taehyung's words are abruptly truncated by the loud ringing of his phone that brings his actions to a halt and makes us both turn our heads in the direction of his phone, a little startled.

"Phones need to be eradicated. I think I need to kidnap you somewhere where it's just the two of us," he sulks, pecking my lips before climbing out from top of me to grab his phone while I lay there, blessing my eyes with the sight of his aroused body.

"Yeah?" Taehyung speaks over the phone, flipping and shuffling his silky hair with his left hand.

"Oh? Aah... okay. I'll be there right away. Thank you so much," he bows to someone over a voice call, his expressions morphing from surprised to elated as he speaks a little excitedly and ends the call, tossing the phone aside and slipping himself back into his boxers.

"Why? I thought you wanted to kidnap me," I pout, disappointed when I see him looking around for his clothes.

"Maya, I have to go now. I'm really sorry, baby," he pauses, giving me a hand to help me sit up on the bed, and then he cups my face in his palms.

"I'll make it up to you. I promise," his lips touch my forehead in a loving kiss. "Something urgent came up, and I can't postpone it"

"That's okay, Taehyung. This can always wait," I reassure him with a soft nod and a smile, making his lips curl into a cute smile.

"I'll leave now," Taehyung's eyes stay on mine for longer than usual before his hands slowly slide away from my cheeks and weave through his dark hair.

It takes him another five minutes to get dressed and leave the house, after which I get dressed too and leave the house to meet Da-Mi.

I'm eager to tell her about Taehyung and I, but I also know it isn't a great idea because she knows that he's already married, and she would totally disapprove of everything, and never understand this complicated arrangement. Most people wouldn't, and I would rather save myself from the trouble of explaining things to everyone.

No one needs to know anyway.

Yet, the secondhand guilt that I've been experiencing, along with the piercing ache in my heart for his wife who still probably trusts that he is a loyal husband is eating me from the inside.

Most of the times, I feel the strong urge to tell him to sit down and decide and choose what he actually wants to do with his life. He really can't keep doing this forever. But I also know that deep down he fears a divorce, and he fears losing his daughter, and I don't want to be the one to break him and his family apart, even though I have a distant feeling that it is totally inevitable some day.

The discomfort that I'm battling within myself just cannot be put into words, but I chose this. I chose him. And no matter what we have to face in the future, I will still always choose him and his happiness because he is my happiness.

What do you think came up for Taehyung to leave so suddenly?
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Published on : 05/11/2022