Amanda

16 days ago...
May 2, 2021

Surrounded by soft pillows, I lay curled up on the polished wooden floor of the living room, with nothing but a soft comforter covering my body. The late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the windows and threw streaks of light on my face, apparently trying to wake me up from my afternoon slumber, which I eventually did after a few minutes.

But the man sleeping next to me wouldn't budge at any cost. I wriggled and tried to turn around in vain because of his strong veiny arm that was holding me tight from behind. Letting out a soft chuckle, I scooted backwards, entirely feeling the warmth and velvety smoothness of his skin against mine.

His magnificent body—one that I would never get tired of, ever!

As I did, I felt the firm and toned muscles of his chest heaving in sync with his breathing and stuck against my bare back, his hot breath hitting against the skin on my neck that made my skin tingle, and his strong and muscular thighs against the back of my thighs.

I ran my fingers along his hand that was wrapped around me, tracing the protruding veins that decorated his strong arms, all the way up to the massive Phoenix tattoo on his upper arm, which ruffled some conservative feathers among many of the seniors at work. If there were one thing that I would pick that attracted me at an insane level to Kim Taehyung, it would hands down be his 'I don't give a fuck about stereotypes' attitude. He's damn hot for that!

As I stroked his arm and hand with my fingertips, an uncontrollable emotion of strong pride settled over me. The first reason for the surging emotion was me being the wife of the hottest and most skilled pediatric surgeon in the city and probably the entire country or even the whole world. The second being the fact that he would soon be receiving the Presidential medal for achieving the astounding feat of successfully performing a live liver transplant surgery on a two-month old infant.

It is the same kind of pride that my mother experienced many years ago when I was accepted into med school.

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About 9 years ago…

"Oh yes, Angela!" exclaimed my mom. "Mandy has made me so proud. It has always been her dream and mine, too, and what could be better than SNU?" She let out a proud laugh.

I smirked upon hearing her words as I lay on the couch, flipping through various TV channels that were playing on mute.

'Tomorrow is the big day! The day where I would take one step closer to realizing my biggest dream in life.'

My mom chatted away with her cousin for a little while more and then ended the call, only for her phone to buzz again with another incoming call. This had been going on for the past few days where people kept calling her to pour in their congratulatory wishes for me and words of appreciation for my mom for being my biggest pillar of strength through the years.

Mom had been my only support system and the only family member that I grew up with since from when I could possibly remember. My dad died an untimely death when I was about two years old, and I had absolutely no memories of him although I looked and still look like a carbon copy of my dad as seen from his photos that mom treasures so much.

My mom has been a single mother for many years, and, for the past few years, I have been actively pestering her to find a boyfriend for herself to bring some spice into her life which was otherwise filled only with her work and me. She's still single, and I don't know whether to feel happy that I still have my mom all to myself only, as I've always had, or feel sad that she doesn't have anyone in her life other than me. She doesn't have many friends as well, and I've heard it more than a hundred times from my late grandma that mom was so head over heels in love with my dad that she even eloped with him when her parents didn't approve of my dad.

Their joyful marriage lasted only for a little over two years after which my dad passed away with the sudden onset of an incurable auto-immune disease. Part of the reason why I’d always wanted to become a doctor was because of my dad's untimely death. Not that when I become a doctor, I would be able to save every single dying life, but, I could at least save a few and help a few during my stay in this world.

My admission to med school made my mom filled to the brim with pride, and I wouldn't blame her for it. I studied my ass off for the past few years without having a moment to spare for anything else. Slogging it off with revision exams, cumbersome entrance exam coaching and rigorous personal special tutoring—I lost count of all the sleepless nights spent, the amount of caffeine that entered my system while I fought my eyes to stay awake, and the tons of papers that I used up for all the exams that I had to take up in my preparatory years. Everything, every single moment that I invested in studying all these years had paid off with full returns.

"Oh, Dr. Choi, yes indeed. It's such a dream come true. I always knew that our girls would make it. They worked so hard. I can't even say how happy and proud I am," mom laughed heartily.

She truly deserved to be happy.

This time it was Sooya's dad on the line.

Sooya and I had been friends since elementary school. Her father is a surgeon, and he owns a clinic in the Gangnam district. Needless to say, he expected her to become a doctor, too, one day, and take over the clinic after him. She was supposed to start college with me, but her joining had been delayed by a day due to some administrative issues.

Sooya and I are similar in many ways, the most relevant being she grew up with a single parent, too, since her mother died delivering her.

I would be lying if I said that she and I don't ship my mom and her dad. Honestly, they would make a cute pair, and Sooya would make a great stepsister. But mom has no intentions, I suppose.

Bored of scrolling through stuff on TV, I switched it off and headed to my room. Soon enough, my mom ended the call and followed me.

"Do your ears not hurt?" I asked her as I threw myself on the bed and snuggled among the sheets.

"Hurt? Ha!" She huffed, "Amanda, you have no clue how ecstatic I am. I feel like I'm soaring high in the sky. Do you remember that kid, Ben? I can't wait to see his mom's face," she laughed and proceeded to collect the dirty clothes from my laundry basket. 

Ben was my biggest competitor in school and needless to mention that his mom had always been my mom's arch nemesis. They hated each other, and, the fact that he didn't make it to any of the top med schools while I did, made my mom's shoulders reach sky high. I still kept wondering how he didn't make it. Many times, I had felt that he was smarter than me.

"Oh, mom! Please... Maybe he will do something he is really meant to be doing in life..." I replied, not in the mood for drama.

"Whatever!" She rolled her eyes and walked off with the laundry, turning off the lights in the room and closing the door behind her.

I covered myself with the comforter and curled up under the warmth of it, letting my eyes draw shut to prepare my body and mind for the big day ahead.

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Moving the comforter aside, I squirmed in my place. Skin contact with Taehyung always made me needy, and I began grinding my bottom against his body. He rustled a bit, letting out a low and deep sleepy groan. I couldn't stop now because my favorite body part of him had already woken up before he opened his eyes. I moved my fingertips, tracing patterns delicately on the skin of his thighs that tautly hugged his bulky muscles.

He groaned again and straightened out his curled-up body, moving closer to me and letting every inch of his front kiss every inch of my back. I let out a low moan and my hand moved up from his thigh to his silky black hair while I let my fingertips sensually graze his scalp.

He loves this!

Taehyung murmured in his sexy sleepy voice, "Someone's needy again..." and he began planting sloppy little wet kisses along my shoulder and the back of my neck.

My skin bristled as he cupped his hand around my breast and made circles on the tip of my hardened nipple with the tip of his index finger.

This man knows exactly how my body reacts to his every touch, stroke and smirk. And how can I not be needy with him around? That too when he's naked and stuck to me from behind! I was born ready, and with him I wouldn't mind getting laid all day.

"You know what you're doing to me, Dr. Kim," I mumbled, tugging at a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer to my neck.

With one swift move, he turned me to lie on my back and removed the comforter covering us, tossing it to a corner thereafter. Taehyung let his dark eyes roam all over my body that belonged only to him, and then his hand followed his eyes.

He is always ready, too.

When his hand reached lower, he squeezed the soft flesh of my inner thigh in his strong hand, inhaled sharply, and commanded, "Get on top.”

When it came to having sex, it was almost impossible to dominate Taehyung. And why would I even try to be dominant when every single time he gives me what I want? But at times, when he let me take control, I loved seeing how his body reacted to my moves as he reached his high.

I mounted him with my back facing him while his strong hands took hold of my slender waist. Lowering my hips slowly, I let him enter me, deep and full. He groaned and cursed; his grip on my waist tightened with his thumbs pressing on to the dimples at the bottom of my back.

I began rocking and rolling my hips and bouncing up and down with him buried deep inside me while I leaned forward slightly and held on to his strong thighs for support with one hand. My other hand moved to my heat, and I began rubbing circles against my swollen clit with the tips of my fingers. Gasping and moaning every time his rock solid length repeatedly hit my precious trigger spot, my hands worked faster. He hissed through gritted teeth and encouraged me to keep going by uttering sexy swear words and praises.

Feeling the heat in my thighs, I stroked myself faster while riding him at an uneven rhythm, and soon my climax hit me at the same time as his. I felt him swell and explode deep within me just when my walls began clenching around him.

I moaned hard and loud and kept grinding my hips slowly as we both came down from our euphoric high. Taehyung stroked my back, tracing a finger all the way down my spine.

"I love you, Mandy..." my husband let out in his deep, sexy voice which grew an octave lower every time we were intimate.

"I love you more," I mumbled, pulling away slowly, allowing the sticky liquids trickle down my inner thighs.

I held my hand out for him, and he got up holding it, making me stumble onto his chest.

We headed straight to the shower where I slipped on a shower cap to save my curly ringlets, and we cleaned each other up. Taehyung picked out a T-shirt for me to wear, and he wore only a pair of basketball shorts, letting me get a full, unobstructed view of his sculpted torso.

My husband knew it fully well that my eyes loved the sight of his body, and he made sure my eyes were always blessed. Our relationship isn't a child's play, after all. We've been together for nine whole years, right from when we were freshers at med school.

Being married to Taehyung has been literally a fairytale dream come true. Of course, we've had our fair share of arguments and fights, and every time my man knows how to make up with a steamy session or two. That's how all our fights have always ended so far.

Yes, sex with him has always been great. Not just great but mind blowing, and many times I even tend to momentarily lose my memories. He makes sure I get what I want before he takes what he needs. Dominant at most times and submissive at other times, Taehyung has always been the best in bed.

Or the kitchen counter or rooftop or bathroom or floor or car backseat, for that matter.

Not that I had anyone to compare with, since we've been each other's only partners ever since. To say that I am totally proud of my man in more ways that I can speak of to others is a major turn-on for me.

And when I say that Kim Taehyung is the best, I mean it in every sense. Academically, too, he was the topper in med school.

A week from now there would be his awarding ceremony, which would be attended by my mom and all our friends and colleagues. We work at the same hospital, and it is a boon as well as a bane to share the same workplace as your hot husband—boon because I get to see him and even sneak in a moment or two very often, and bane because we work in different departments.

I sauntered into the kitchen and pulled out a pan to boil water for ramen, despite Taehyung's repeated attempts at distracting me by flexing his arms, hugging me from the back and trying to take off my T-shirt. He stood behind me and brought his hands forward between my waist and arms on both sides to hold the pot while stirring the ramen, letting his chin rest on my shoulder.

"How about we sleep on the rooftop tonight?" He asked me; his sexy baritone sounding right next to my ear.

Sleeping together in the open—I'm always up for it! And he knows it.

"When have I ever said no?" I chuckled.

Before he could say anything more, his phone rang loudly, and he walked away to answer the call, grumbling, leaving me devoid of his warmth.

"Yeah, yeah. Come home now. We're free," he answered grumpily and walked back into the kitchen while running his fingers through his fluffy black hair.

I turned off the stove and moved the pot of ramen aside.

He was talking to Jimin. Jimin, Taehyung and I have been best buddies since our first week at college, only that Jimin didn't share the bed with us. Our friendship was platonic. But Jimin is the best friend anyone could ever ask for, yet at times he would be like the itch you could never scratch. If we needed a place to live in, he would gladly give us his house keys, and if we needed money, he would give us his credit cards if not straight out rob a bank. But he would also sometimes ruin our make-out plans, like he just did. Jimin worked at a different hospital, and he made sure to pay us a visit every now and then.

Taehyung ended the call with Jimin and informed me, "Jimin is coming over. He might stay."

Rooftop plans gone down the drain!

"How about we finally hit that threesome on the rooftop?" I winked and tickled his waist.

"What the hell? Stopppp!" He laughed and wriggled, tackling me by holding my hands firmly against my back.

Taehyung pushed me against the wall and leaned in close, slamming one hand on the wall beside my head while his other hand held my hands behind my back.

Letting his masculine scent invade my senses, he whispered in my ear,

"I won't share you. But the rooftop is free right now."

The next thing we knew, we spread out the bedding on the rooftop and discarded our few pieces of clothing in a corner and Taehyung nestled his muscular frame right between my thighs. The cold evening breeze and the sweat on my skin made my skin bristle as he let his weight drop on me and began pounding in hard and fast.

Backed by the sounds of nature, we let out moans of pleasure as he filled me up with the warmth of his release. I clasped tight on to his shoulder, letting my nails dig into his skin. Panting and gasping, he roughly pulled my jaw to connect our lips as he kept slowly grinding and gently touching every inch of my sensitive skin—everywhere his hands could reach.

Just had to give it a steamy start. 🙈 And for the records, Amanda is on pills, and she will not get pregnant.

Dangerous and illegal ☝

Published on : 09/23/2021