Limerence

Pairing : Taehyung x OC

Genre : Birthday special!drabble | Fluff, suggestive smut

Word Count : 2.1k

Everything was quiet, tranquil, peaceful.

In the stillness of the bedroom a sole ray of sunshine made its way in between the half-closed curtains straight to Taehyung’s serene visage. The young man frowned, stirred and eventually turned around.

It took effort at first for him to open his eyes. He blinked once, twice, thrice. He sight was unfocused, blurry but in no time, the veil lifted, his surroundings became clearer.

Motionless an instant, he slowly emerged from his daze, watching her sleepy body — right next to him — heaving up and down calmly. A tired smile curled one corner of his lips as his gaze followed the pattern of the marks he had left on her; red and purple bruises scattered along her sides and lower back, each of them detaining the breathy loving avowals he had taken care smothering in the skin.

Mechanically, his fingertips grazed them, barely brushing her — the same way he did whenever he contemplated paintings from up close.

Exquisite

He flinched for a second, feeling discomfort in his sore muscles when he stretched them, attempting to close the small distance between them. Nuzzling himself against her cold bare back, he made up for the absence of blankets — having slid down in her sleep — the warmth emanating from him was comforting her every inch as he secured his arm around the curve of her waist.

He buried his nose in the crook of her shoulder, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The smell of her skin had always been his favorite, especially in the morning; kissing it felt like kissing a baby.

Soft, warm, naturally scented.

The previous night slowly came to his mind, replaying every moment, every second of it. He had made love to her in the sweetest way possible — passionately, urgently — and the longest he physically could. As exhausting and draining as it had been, he knew he would never feel satiated when it came to show her his love.

He gave his all to her and hers to him, spending every bit of energy into expressing their mutual feelings.

They had fallen in love, astonishingly and inevitably quickly — a pure, innocent and full of passion kind of love, the one which reminded of cherry trees blossoming in spring, the fresh flowery scent floating in the air along pinkish silky petals.

No one could give that kind of love, it only existed in movies.

Yet, they were one living proof and if this meant being the firsts to vouch for it, so be it.

By her sides, Taehyung felt unbreakable and vulnerable at once. She epitomized all he loved alongside her perfect imperfections that made her his everything and beyond. He could feel his heart thud audibly against his ribs and his breath get stuck in his throat each time he would glance at her. There was and would be no other being he would rather spend the rest of his existence with.

Ever

“Baby, wake up.”, the sound of his voice was low and husky, tinted with a flood of memories from last night. The very subtle blush coloring her face noticed him she was awakening.

She tried to enjoy the last bits of drowsiness, which vanished the more he clung onto her and whispered hot air in her ear.

Prompted on his forearm, he observed her cute curled up figure and her dark hair sticking out everywhere on the plushy pillow. “You don’t want to wake up?”

She shook her head negatively nuzzling further into him, his grin grew. “You want to sleep some more?”

He playfully huffed after she nodded, shifting to rest his head in his palm, and began to poke her, “But I don’t want you to stay asleep.” Gently nudging her, he pressed his arm onto her middle and she let him pull her body until she lain in a supine position.

“Five more minutes.” She frowned, pouting and keeping her head turned away from the dazzling daylight.

He slowly ran his nose up and down her cheek,“No... That’s too long.” But she did not budge. “You’ll wake up. Now.” She shook her head again. “Please?” Silence. “Why aren’t you waking up?”

She whined, requesting him to cease talking altogether and he chuckled, enjoying her reaction to his teasing.

He stilled, then slowly dragged one of his fingertip down her neck, following the curve of her lifted breast, the crook of her waist, crossed her lower stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake and eventually tightened his grip on the protruding bone of her hip under the sheets. She turned her head around, eyes still closed.

Taehyung smiled at the new proximity, admiring her beautiful natural face right in front of him, biting his bottom lip, the faint pout still present in her features endearing him. “Sweetie, wake up.”

She remained as motionless as a carved statue but got surprised when she felt him kissing her on the juncture of her shoulder and upper chest; a quick, loving peck.

He saw the shift in her brows and could not resist the urge to kiss her again and again, all over the expanse of her neck, collarbones and chest.

“What are you doing?” She slurred.

“Mm’loving you...” He lingered the kiss on her cheek, chuckling against the soft and round skin. She loved that sound —deep, pure — so near her and she smiled lightly. “I’ll keep kissing you if you don’t wake up.”

Alright then

“You won’t wake up now, will you?” He pouted.

“Maybe you didn’t kiss the right spot.” She muttered mildly.

He pondered her words but decided not to surrender and brushed her hair away from the side of her face. She flinched and frowned when she felt him blowing softly in her ear, groping around to make him stop.

He laughed and blew again, “Wake up.”

“No.” She wanted to lie back on her side but this time he did not remain immobile. He forced her gently to stay on her back, clicking his tongue when she kept her face away from him. He cupped her cheek and dipped lower to press his plump petals against her soft ones. Her eyes opened slowly.

He beamed, “Morning Beautiful.” She grinned back and slowly stirred underneath him.

He was slow in his motions, delicately settling himself between her legs, smothering her body into the mattress and nibbling at the juncture of her neck and shoulders. “Or should I say, Mrs. Kim. They work as synonyms.”

She giggled, her gaze flying directly to her right hand where the magnificent ring Taehyung had designed himself appeared shining in the sunlight — He had claimed, as he put it on her finger delighted (and all quivering), that since he could not find anything matching her unique beauty and charm and because he considered her as out of this world, he thus needed to create something which could reach out to her etherealness and qualify for it.

It was quiet for a long moment, just the thud of her heart hammering against his warm chest, the broken rhythm of his ragged breathing, and the sound of his lips moving — it overwhelmed her with aching pleasure, she felt binds tightening around her heart the more she took in her new reality.

“Babe,” he mumbled against her wet skin, stroking his groin against her bare crotch.

She hummed, eyes already fluttering close.

That same hand crawled up to cup the side of his neck very lightly and it was difficult not to gaze back at the splendid diamond.

He leaned back and grabbed her hand to kiss into the palm without looking away from her. She kept staring back dreamily and confessed her feelings for him — again — drawn into his gaze. She was bedazzled.

He took his time studying her face with the faintest of smiles, the tension slowly building.

He raised his thumb to her lips and time stood still. All of his mouth was suddenly kissing her — hot, delicate, loving, almost reserved, then it turned bold, fierce, hungry, needy — wild gasps and muffled moans punctuating the intimate display of affection.

A muffled whimper escaped her and his hand tightened on the swell of her hip, locking their bodies the closest possible, clutching her to him. Her fingers wove in his hair, pressing his face even more into hers as the rush of hotness in her core burgeoned deliciously.

His fingers naturally knotted in her hair as well. Chills went down his spine. He was greedy, wanting to remember her every curves pressed against him as if she would vanish into thin air, swallowing each of her moans, consuming her all and it quickly became a struggle to hold himself back.

Warmth coursed her body; in her every nerves she could feel her love for him subsiding any rational part of herself, comforting her.

They soaked in each other’s scent and touch, relishing in the soft embrace.

Their faces parted, providing new air in empty lungs but they stayed close, lips bruised red.

He rested his forehead against hers, his black locks tingling her, he delighted in the lovely pleasure stirring inside him, stiffening his length. When she lightly rocked her hips against him, his lips parted to let out a warm gasp.

Their bodies stilled, their eyes opened. He looked down, addressing her his most ravishing smile — the one that never failed to weaken her legs and soften her heart — and as he very often found himself do, wondered to which God was he owing to deserve her and the love in her eyes.

Light of my life

“You look perfect.”

“I just woke up.”

“Still breathtaking.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I mean it.” He frowned cutely, waited until she looked at him again, those beautiful and mysterious brown orbs of hers. “I don’t think you’ll ever really be aware just how important you are to me. To have you. Here. In my arms...”

“... I think I know.”

He suddenly pressed his face against her bosom, grunting,“I forgot almost everything I wanted to say to you...” she chuckled, remembering the stuttering mess he was after he surprised her when knelt in front of her. His hands reaching out to her were shaking, words came out clumsily and hot rush blushed his sweaty face yet she got it all through his watery eyes. He may eternally regard that moment as incredibly awkward and far away from what he had initially planned but she would do it all over again just as it had happened — perfect, raw.

He supported his weight on his forearms again and observed her scrupulously. “I love you so much. I still can’t believe you said ‘yes’.”

“Because I feel just the same for you and even more... there was no other way.” She gently pressed her hands to his fluffy cheeks and leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose, “We belong together.”

“You’re everything I dreamed you were. A wonderful being... full of kindness and... love.” he trailed in his smooth baritone voice, the last words dying on her lips before he kissed her longly.

Throughout the years, she had learned who he truly was, about the man who captured her heart and did not intend to free it anytime soon. She learned about his past and fears, his hopes and dreams, his ideals, his will to recreate the pattern he observed his parents live through. He was never afraid to admit it, he was a romantic, a stargazer who wished to love and be loved in return. He was everything she needed.

Finding her was unexpected, eagerly awaited and there she was, in his embrace, his soon-to-be-wife and most probably the mother of his children, helping him shape the first fragments of his dearest aim in life.

Smoothly, gently, he combined their bodies in the innermost way and shaky exhales escaped their mouths.

His hand slid down and looked for hers, parted it from his waist where it was resting and moved her arm up, brushing the smooth skin to eventually lace their fingers together delicately above her head,“... I promise to have and to hold you... for better and for worse,” a melodious giggle came out of her but it did not interrupt him as he moved her second hand to join the other, intertwining it with his second as well, his already broad shoulders appearing larger over her “for richer, for poorer.” A smile stretched his lips as he kept reciting the binding words punctuated with kisses along her neck. “In sickness and in health.” He froze and his lips grazed hers, his dark gaze starring at her. “... To lov-” She kissed him at once, slowly, longly. He finished whispering hot air against her parted mouth, the tip of his tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip, “To cherish. As long as we both shall live.” and ever so slowly began thrusting into her, his hands clutching hers more and more strongly. “I love you.”

Forever