⫣43⫦ Out of Breath

Little warning: It's about to get hot.

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I hit the mat with a loud bang, my vision blurring for a second and I let out a groan.

I stopped counting the times I was knocked down. It was too many.

Slowly I rise to my knees again, then push up with my hands, taking the fighter stance again.

Jungkook in front of me looks barely out of breath, jumping from one foot to another with his comfortable, baggy clothes.

We're outside on the southern training field as they called it, a training matt laid out over the grass and the other boys had taken seats around us, watching me and Jungkook fight with beers and cigarettes in their hands, like this is their every Friday night. Okay. Maybe fighting isn't the right word.

More like getting the living shit beaten out of me.

Jungkook might be the youngest of the group, but boy, does he have a strength!

I stand no chance once he has a grip on me.

I stare at his large frame, his black hair bouncing in perfect waves on his head, like it's mocking me. It seems like a mystery to me, how he can have the face of a cute little bunny, with a carefree smile and glittery eyes, but manages to make me look like a five year old when he knocks me down with a single move.

My entire body feels like one big bruise, my bones aching and muscles screaming in protest. But I get up again anyway.

"Giving up yet?" Jungkook teases, jumping lightless in the air, showing me just how little effort this "fight" took him.

I grind my teeth.

"You wish," I spit out.

His eyes turn feral. In the blink of an eye, the cute little bunny is gone like he never existed- only this killing machine that was made out of muscles and speed and training.

He is on me before I can take a single step back. Blindly I punch out.

As easy as grabbing a bottle of Soju, he catches my wrist, pulls me forward and makes me stumble over his outstretched leg, causing me to go down yet again.

I let out a frustrated scream, hitting the matt with my bare fist. "How is this supposed to be teaching? I get it! You're stronger than me!"

Jungkook chuckles, looking down at me, the sun hitting his face so that he looks almost ethereal, his black hair falling in his face. He reaches out a hand to help me up, but just like the last times, I smack it away and get up by myself.

My back is a screeching mess of pain. Getting a tattoo might have been a bad idea, considering the timing at least.

Still, I won't give up.

I take the fighting stance again, angling my body low and watching Jungkook's every move. Inside, I'm fuming. I get it: he has been training for years, probably used it on real targets more than once and kept himself fit. He's a freaking mass of muscles, training and work-outs.

But I did gymnastics for ten years! How can I be this bad?

This time when he attacks, I manage to actually avoid it, stumbling to the side quicker than I thought I could be, surprising myself.

I hear the other boy's sound of approval, but I don't have time to spare them a glance as Jungkook swirls around and attacks again.

I faint to the left, only to roll to the right, just like I had a thousand time in training, landing perfectly straight back on my feet behind him.

That's when it hits me. I can't beat Jungkook with strength.

But maybe I could with my speed and agility.

I glide to the right and step around his body, just as he tries to grab me. A laugh escapes me as he almost tumbles to the floor and a rush of glee fills me.

Jungkook turns. But he doesn't look astonished or surprised. Instead I see him smile with a scrunched nose, nodding his head.

"Finally. I thought you would never get it. It was fun though. Treats you right for your big mouth." My rush of euphoria drops as I stare at him, then at the others on the side.

Their expressions are a mirror of Jungkook's.

"What?" I shoot out, the confusion plain in my voice.

Taehyung chuckles as he gets up, extinguishes his cigarette with a boot and walks over to me. His smile is breathtaking as he strokes back a hair from my sticky face.

I'm sweaty all over but he doesn't seem to mind.

"I love your fighting spirit, Lian. No matter how many times you're knocked down, you always get up. But that wasn't the point. The point was for you to figure out what gives you an advantage in a fight."

I breath in sharply as I realize what he meant.

"You mean my speed and agility?"

He nods and I smile. "Does that mean I'm ready to go?" Everyone chuckles.

"Let's not be hasty," Namjoon calls from the side. "Now that you figured out your advantages, you need to learn how to use them."

"But can we do that tomorrow?" Jin groans, his beer almost empty as he points at it. "I think it's time for some mindless partying and getting wasted, what do you think?"

And no matter how much I want to learn how to fight, that just sounded too good.

"Yes, please!" I announce, jumping up and down like a three year old.

The others laugh, then shake their heads like they can't believe I'm the same girl who kept refusing to stay down and got back up to fight again and again.

"Maybe you should get changed first though," Yoongi comments, already getting up and heading to the canopy.

"Yeah, you look like a mess!" Jimin teases from the back of Jungkook's back, his hands locked tightly around the other boy's neck and shoulders. It's his new favorite place and Jungkook doesn't seem to mind at all, smiling to himself as he carries the little monkey on his back.

"A hot mess!" I tease back with a smile, flipping my hair back with a self-assured snort.

Then I let out a surprised yelp as someone grabs my wrist and twirls me around. I land hard in Taehyung's chest, blinking up at him as his nearness takes my breath away- again.

He smirks down at me as I hear someone far away let loose a chuckle. Maybe Jungkook and Jimin, but I can't be sure, my senses narrowed down to where my body is touching his.

He grins down at me self-satisfied. "As much as I love your dirty little mouth, I love it even more that I know exactly how to make you shut up." I snap out of my frozen state, grin and open my mouth to reply something very nasty, but he silences me with a thumb over my lower lip.

My breath falters and my heart stops, then starts again in an uneven, racing rhythm as he traces their shape.

I'm glad about his hand around my lower back, holding me close, because my legs turn jello by the way he gazes down at me, hot and wanting.

I also notice how he had taken exact notice of where the tattoo now decorates my back and holds me just beneath it.

He grins, then lifts me up like I weight nothing, grabbing my thighs and putting them around his hips. "Taehyung!" I gasp out, but he only chuckles as he already carries me to a trailer I haven't been to yet, but knew to be their shared bathroom. I turn my head to look at the others, but they had all left for the canopy, leaving me and Taehyung to ourselves.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, finally finding my voice again. My hands have instinctively come around his neck, holding on tight.

I can't help but play with the fine, black hair at his nape, enjoining the satin feeling between my fingers.

"You said it yourself. You look like a mess and yes- a very hot one. But you need a shower." My eyes widen and my hands still. He smirks, low and dangerous and my heart makes another jump, my insides tightening.

"I suppose it'll be quiet difficult trying not to get that tattoo wet, so I'm gonna help."

My mind goes blank. Taehyung wants to take a shower- with me.

He must have seen my speechless expression and chuckles. I feel the vibration of it ripple over my skin which is already on flames.

We finally reach the trailer and Taehyung doesn't put me down as he walks in, locks the door behind him and sets me down on top of the sink, bringing us to the same height.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I take notice of the self-created bathroom. It's surprisingly large, with an open shower, two sinks and even a bathtub, all of it modern and expensive. Almost as if someone very rich insisted on this luxury.

But none of it really matters as I still look at Taehyung in front of me. He had leaned down and rested his hands on either side of the sink, trapping me as he shoots me a devilish smile, bringing his head so close, it's hard to breath.

My lips quiver as he slowly dips low and kisses my neck, not caring about the sweat as he shoots out his tongue, making my back arch at the hot wetness on my skin and a little puff of air escapes my lips.

I feel rather than hear his smile against my neck. He then nips at my sensible skin with his teeth and my breath rattles once more before he draws away.

His beauty catches me off guard again as he stares at me. His tousled black hair hanging into his forehead and falling to his eyes, making them look darker, more alluring, his perfect lips half-opened, and smiling slightly.

His voice is rough and low, sending shivers all through my body. "Those little sounds you make drive me crazy, do you know that?" He bring his face really close- close enough for me to see my own reflection in his dark eyes. "And this," He breaths out, and then faster than I can blink, he grabs my hips, pulls me down and turns me.

He is now behind me, pressing me up against the sink as I meet his eyes through the large mirror in front of me.

Heat shoots in my heat as I feel him so close behind me, his hips against my ass, that tingly feeling in my lower stomach returning, almost making me moan.

"Do you see that?" He now asks, his lips close to my ear and I see it all through the mirror: the way his head is bend down, his left hands coming around my hip and laying on my stomach, the other one stroking the hair back from my face and behind my ear so that I feel his breath on my skin.

I shudder.

He looks up and meets my eyes- the hunger in them deep and endless.

"Look at yourself, Lian." I do. And then do some more. I barely recognize myself.

My face is flushed, my lips half-open in surprise and something more, my eyes huge and glittering in a deep blue.

But there is something else. I look changed, not just physically. I feel it inside me as I stare at this new person.

And just like back on that cliff, I hear the devil's whispers on my shoulder as Taehyung says: "When I first saw you, you were wearing that ridiculous pink pajama of yours- the one with the flamingos. You still looked absolutely beautiful and I remember thinking you seemed like a princess, trapped in that fancy house.Beautiful, stunning, but sad- imprisoned. Look at you now."

I do. I'm wearing a simple black t-shirt which dips down at my shoulders, revealing the tip of the wing-tattoo, the ink black against my fair skin. The comfortable trousers I had changed into before training are hanging low on my hips and Taehyung's large hand is resting just at the rim of it.

But none of that makes me look at myself in wonder. It's the way I hold myself, tall and confident, my eyes clear and powerful, my lips drawing up in a half smile that makes me look almost dangerous. My black mass of ruffled hair falls around my face and down to my hips, making me look a little wild too.

"A freaking goddess, that's what you look like, Lian." Taehyung now growls at my side and seeing my own reaction to his words in the mirror is almost surreal. I see my body tremble, my lips falling open and my eyes glazing over, like he's putting a spell on me.

I turn, unable to hold my want back as I reach up and kiss him.

I might have started it, but Taehyung takes control the moment my lips meet his. Kissing might not be the right word as he devours me, claiming my mouth, my tongue, my everything.

I moan and the sound is swallowed up by his mouth, his hand buried in my hair as he pulls me closer, invading my mouth even more. It's hard to breath, but who needs air when you have Taehyung? He IS my air. He's the thing I need in order to breath.

He tastes amazing and I want more and more. And I get it as I feel his other hand lift my shirt, skin meeting skin and causing my breath to catch.

He draws away only for the second it takes to pull it over my head, then immediately bends down again, making my world spin with his ravenous kisses. It's like he can't get close enough either.

His fingers are like licking flames as he explores my lower back, travelling up my arms, then laying a hand on my neck and pushing me away a little.

He stares at me with dark, starving eyes, our heavy breathing the only sound in the trailer.

Then his eyes dip down.

Wearing a bra was out of question with the tattoo being so freshly made.

My heartbeat quickens as he stares at my exposed breasts, my nipples hard and achy. His expression turns even darker as he growls " So fucking beautiful," then lowers his mouth to them.

Pleasure explodes in me as I feel the first wet lick of his tongue, like a tease, before he takes them in his mouth and sucks. A high pitched sound escapes my lips and my eyes flutter shut.

I bury my hands in his hair, unable to think around that mouth on me. Little bolts of pleasure erupt from my nipples as they are being worshipped by Tae and travel right down to my core where I feel the wet heat pool and soak my panties.

"Tae!" I moan as he switches to the other one and does even more unspeakable things: biting, then licking, then sucking at them until I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, making it unbearable to keep still.

His hands are holding on tight to my waist, his hands so large, they almost reach all the way around.

Slowly, he leaves my breast, kissing his way over my stomach while lowering himself on his knees in front of me. There he stops, looking up at me through his strands of hair.

His smirk radiates mischief and male satisfaction.

"I told you there are a lot of things I can show you," he whispers darkly just as I feel his hands on my hips taking the rim of my pants and slowly pulling it down.

My mind is in tatters. I can't think straight. I hold his stare as he undresses me, both physically and with his eyes.

I don't think I'm breathing.

I know what he's planning to do just by the way he grins like a devil, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling as he leans forward, his eyes still holding mine, and shoots out his tongue over my pussy.

A half scream, half moan rips out of me as I grip the sink behind me hard, barely able to keep myself on my feet. He chuckles, then does it again, my entire body shuddering beneath me. There is nothing but his hot tongue against my wetness, playing with my clit while I try my best not to become a moaning mess, pressing my lips together in order to hold the sounds in.

My breathing turns ragged and uneven when he does things to me I never thought anyone would dare, licking, nipping, lashing out his tongue between my legs. I feel the heat rise in me, something awakening that has opened it's eyes the first time I met him in my barn in the middle of the night.

I think I might be murmuring his name, but can't be sure, too lost in the pleasure and that wicked mouth.

He grabs my ass hard, pushing himself deeper against me like he's trying to eat me alive while also lifting one of my thighs and letting them rest on his broad shoulders.

I can no longer keep the sounds in as I become undone under his caress. My body is tense, like it's fighting the feeling rising in me, my knuckles hurting as I grab on to the sink behind me.

"Taehyung, I can't-" I croak out in between moans, my world overflown by sensation I never knew a person could experience.

He answers by licking me harder in an even faster rhythm.

That need keeps rising and rising until I can't take it any more. It's like an explosion as my vision turns white, by body jerking like its being electrocuted. My world is nothing but pleasure as I come with his name on my lips and his still between my legs.

Nothing, absolutely nothing could ever feel better. I don't know how long it takes me to open my eyes, which I didn't even realize I had shut.

But when I do, I see a very smug looking Taehyung in front of me.

"You look a little out of breath, Lian," he teases, his lips gleaming with what could only be my wetness and he holds my eyes as he licks them dry- like he can't get enough of me.

Finally I regain some control over myself and I punch him hard- I know he can take it.

He only chuckles. "Asshole," I say, even as a smile starts spreading on my lips.

He raises his eyebrows in a mocking gesture. "Now, is that any way to treat the one who gave you your first orgasm?"

I can't help it. I blush.

"God, please stop that Lian, or I really can't promise anything," he growls, the vein on his neck popping out like he's trying to hold himself back.

It makes me feel powerful and smug, knowing how much power I have over him as well.Back in the old days, people always told me I was beautiful and stunning, but I never saw it.Not until Taehyung showed meNow I know I am and no longer afraid to show it.

He wants a bad girl, he can have a bad girl.

I tilt my head to the side as I purse my lips, looking up at him through my lashes. "And what if I don't want to?"

I don't let him answer as I push him backwards.

He let's me, even though we both know he could easily stop me if he wanted to.

I stalk him backwards until he hits the wall, right where I want him. I've always been modest of my body, not even showing it to my parents after the age of ten. And even though no one saw me naked like this until now, Taehyung's wanting gaze gives me a confidence I didn't know I possessed.

I smile up at him innocently as I reach behind him. "Wanna bet I can get you wet too?" I tease, my voice low and husky. His eyes widen in surprise as I angle my head real close. He looks like he forgot how to breath and a flicker of triumph shoots through me.

Then I turn on the shower.

Thanks to my planning, he ended up directly beneath the showerhead and I can't hold my laughter as the water ripples down his body.

He lets out a surprised yelp but when he realizes what I had done, he chuckles too.

His hair is already wet, hanging down in thick strands, water dripping down.

His black shirt and trousers are soaked in seconds, clinging to his skin and it manages to cease my giggling as that perfect body becomes visible.

I look up at him and he holds my gaze, then raises an eyebrow as if to say: "What now?"

When I lean forward again, the water also gets my face and hair wet, but I don't care. I need him. I need it all with him. "I want you to show me something else," I whisper, my voice clogged with desire and maybe a little nervousness about what I have planned.

"And what would that be?"

I glance down at his chest, the defined muscles outlined by the wet shirt. Slowly I lift my hand and trace over them. I hear his soft intake of breath and look back up.

His lips have fallen open, his eyes filled with restraining want.

It gives me all the assurance I need.

"I want you to teach me how to please you. Make you feel as good as you made me. Please?" I add innocently, just to make it more unbearable for him.

"Shit, Lian, you are unbelievable," he half curses, half moans still looking at me hungrily but also with a trace of excitement, like he couldn't wait to show me. Neither could I.

I'm aware of my own inexperience, but I know he's already crazy for me anyway.

Holding his gaze like he did earlier with me, I grab the end of his shirt and pull it up, letting the back of my hand graze over his skin as I lift it over his head.

He is breathing heavily as he stands in front of me shirtless, and I can't help but stare.

But it's not the perfect shape of his body that makes me stop. It's the scars.

When I had seen him shirtless earlier, I must have been so flashed by his beauty, I hadn't noticed. Now I do.

There are several scars covering his chest, his ribs and even his abdomen.

Some are small and fine, others more pronounced and undoubtedly connected with a lot of pain.

Taehyung has grown absolutely quiet, especially when I trace one of the larger scars that started over his heart and went all the way down to his first rib.

My voice holds a trace of fear as I speak. "Where did you get those, Tae?" Looking up, I see that he has closed his eyes, like it was too hard for him to look at me.

The water is still running over his face, making it seem as if he's crying.

I lift my hand and let it rest against his cheek. Slowly he opens his eyes.

I knew what I was going to see in them, but the agony still sends a stab of pain through my heart.

I see him struggling for the words, his mouth opening, then closing again.

I can't take it to see him like this- so pained, so lost.

I raise myself on my tiptoes and kiss him, slow but deep, letting him know that it's okay. He won't have to hide from me. He won't have to be afraid of me leaving.

I draw away and look him deep in the eyes. "You don't have to tell me, Taehyung. Just let me help you forget. Show me how to make the pain go away."

He doesn't say anything as he wordlessly takes my hand from his face and puts it on his chest, his hand above mine. His other comes around my back, pulling me close. I inhale sharply as his naked chest collides with mine. But I get his message. I know how to make him forget. Slowly I lower my head and place a kiss in the place his head meets his shoulders. He shudders as I continue kissing his wet chest, my hands freely exploring his shoulders, his ribs, his abs, caressing those scars like they were still hurting. I reach down to the belt of his trousers, continuing in the same leisurely pace as I undo it. It falls to the ground with a clatter but I ignore it as I open the button and let his pants and boxers fall to the shower's wet floor too.

"Fuck," Taehyung grounds out rough and low even though all I did was graze his length by accident. Such a simple touch and he was all worked up. I look down at it and my mouth dries when I see the length of him.

I raise my head and see two mixing expression on his face: humor, probably by my shocked expression but also desperation, like he can barely keep himself back. Needs me as much as I need him. I hold his eyes as I reach out, wrapping my hands around him in a rush of confidence.

His eyes close for a second and an incredibly sexy moan escapes his parted lips. God, he feels big in my hand and despite his hardness the texture is unexpectedly soft, like satin, yet steely hard just beneath the surface.

I stroke him, earning me another one of those sounds which makes me smile.

The water makes it easy to quicken my pace as Taehyung's breath fastens, his chest heaving. His hands have balled into fists at his side, the veins popping out in strain.

It gives me the courage to do what I had planned from the beginning.

I get on my knees.

"Lian!" he lets out both in surprise and incredulity.

It's almost impossible to rip my eyes from his dick that is now directly in front of me. It looks almost angry, my small hand still wrapped around it and continuing to go up and down. Still I manage to look up. His eyes are thrown open wide, his mouth still parted in surprise. "Show me how," I whisper, my voice coarse.

He lets out a huff like I'm unbelievable, then reaches out and traces my lips with his long index finger, his gaze turning feral like seeing me on my knees so close to his dick is driving him insane. "Open your mouth." The demand is low and softly spoken, but still manages to get my heart racing. I do as I'm told.Only for him. Only in a situation like this did I not question it, not hesitate. Slowly he grabs my chin and pulls me forward.

I comply and take him into my mouth. He lets out a deep moan, throwing his head back. I just do what I think might feel good to him as I glide over his length, taking him deeper. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar but exhilarating and thrilling at the same time.

I draw back and take him a little deeper, loving the way Taehyung is barely able to hold himself back, his body shuddering under my touch, low sounds rumbling out of him. If this feels to him like what he did to me earlier, I want to do this for the entire night, even though breathing becomes harder, the deeper I take him. But I can't stop myself, using one hand to support my mouth as I suck him.

Taehyung groans, then gathers the wild, wet hair from my face and holds it together with one hand- then uses his grip to push me even father into him. I feel the gag reflex threatening to choke me as his cock hit's the back of my throat, but I manage to hold it back. "Shit," he lets out above me when he does it again. This time I'm more prepared, holding my breath to keep him in longer.

I never thought I could enjoy having something so large in my mouth, but I do. And weirdly not just because of his reaction.

"Fuck, how can you feel this amazing?!" Taehyung moans out and his words only encourage me more as I suck him harder.

The pace in which he pushes me on him speeds up, making it harder and harder to breath, but I try my best, not willing to stop. "Fuck, Lian. I'm about to cum. Stop," The words are like a melody in my ear.

I realize he had let go of my hair and I am the one speeding up the pace. Like hell I'm gonna stop.

"Seriously, stop or I'm gonna cum in your mouth." I don't stop to think about those words or what it would be like as I keep taking him deeper and deeper. I think he tires to warn me again, but all that comes out is a growl as he is unable to form words. Suddenly his body jerks, his muscles tensing and accompanied by a long hot moan, I feel something salty fill my mouth. Before I can even comprehend what is happening, I already swallow.

It tastes strange- not bad, just unlike anything I ever tasted before. Exotic and forbidden.

But none of it matters as I look up and see the ecstasy still written on Taehyung's face, his eyes rolled back, his mouth dropped open and his breathing ragged. I stare and can do little else. Tae is so absolutely gorgeous, scars or not. The way he leans against the shower wall, his caramel skin glittering with droplets of water, his dark hair dropping down in wet strands and his glorious body shaking with the aftershocks of the pleasure I gave him.

The body of a warrior, chiselled chest, broad shoulders and muscular thighs- all of him perfect, even the scars on his body. They are just further truth of how strong he is.

Like waking up from a dream, he opens his eyes and looks down at me, his wet hair still dripping with water.

He's speechless. And I just can't help myself as I stand on shaky feet, smile cheekily and tease: "You look a little out of breath, Taehyung."

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