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The penthouse glimmers with Christmas warmth. Fairy lights shimmer against tall glass windows, the city skyline glittering beyond. Guests chatter over mulled wine, Sinatra croons from the record player, and the scent of pine needles mingles with cinnamon.
You hadn't wanted to come. Your friend insisted, promising "just a cozy little gathering." You hadn't known he would be here. Seven months of silence, seven months of pretending you didn't miss the way his smile tilted like a secret.
And then you see him.
Kim Taehyung is leaning against the fireplace, drink in hand, the amber glow painting his jawline sharper than memory. Laughter and carols fill the space, but for you two, the world seems to stop the moment your eyes meet across the crowded living room.
Your breath stumbles. He looks devastatingly familiar, yet sharper somehow - like time has carved him into something even more irresistible. His dark suit fits him perfectly, his tight button up threatens to pop the buttons as they stretch across his chest, and the twinkle lights reflect in his eyes as though they've been strung there just for you.
He freezes mid-sip of his drink, the sight of you hitting him harder than any spiked eggnog. His grin is slow, deliberate, like he's been waiting for this moment. He gives you the elevator eyes, noticing how your red sweater dress hugs your curves like it's been knitted just for temptation, and how you avert your stare.
Then you turn toward the bar, hoping to disappear into the crowd, but he's already there, sliding beside you with the ease of old habit.
"You look... pretty," Tae says, voice dipped in velvet, eyes lingering on you like he's unwrapping a gift. "That red dress is dangerous."
Your lips twitch, betraying a smile. You might as well be mature about this and not avoid him the whole night. "You look pretty too."
"Guess fate decided to deck the halls with awkward reunions," he says.
You purse your lips, tilting your head. "Or maybe fate just likes mistletoe mischief."
The banter hangs between you, warm and sharp. He leans closer, lowering his voice. "You always did have a way of melting the ice."
"And you always knew how to pile on the snow," you counter, as your eyes rake over his tall, bulked up, muscular frame.
The record spins, the lyrics echoing your dance. You feign impatience, shifting your weight, but your pulse betrays you. Throwing your head back to finish your shot of soju, you wince at the burn then continue.
"Of all the Christmas parties, in all the towns, in all the world, I can't believe Leejung brought me to this one," with a shake of your head.
"Call it... a Christmas miracle," he says, pouring you another drink.
"Miracles are rare," you murmur. "Besides, I don't want to end up tangled in tinsel again," you add, though you don't move.
He smirks, mischievous. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Your laugh escapes, soft and reluctant. "You haven't changed, Taehyung."
"Neither have you, Y/N," he replies, gaze steady. "Still the brightest star on the tree."
You roll your eyes, cheeks warming. "Flattery won't get you on the nice list."
"Good thing I've always preferred the naughty one." His words hang, playful, daring.
This time you do move and let his racy comment linger in the air.
You slip away, weaving through the crowd like a shadow. You tells yourself you're here for your friend, not for him. You hang out near the kitchen, chatting with strangers, laughing too brightly at jokes you barely hear. Every time you sense his stare, you pivot, finding another group, another distraction. Your heart beats faster when you catch him across the room, leaning casually against the wall, eyes following you like a secret you don't want uncovered.
The party swells, then softens. Guests drift toward the balcony, toward the bar, toward each other. Your friend squeals with delight when a tall man whispers something in her ear. Within minutes, she is gone, hand in hand with him, leaving the penthouse to its dwindling crowd.
You notice, but shrug it off. Leejung always disappears when romance calls. Still, the absence leaves you untethered.
The next hour stretches. The chatter thins. Coats are gathered, kisses exchanged, promises of "let's do this again" tossed into the air. One by one, the guests slip into the snowy night.
You decide it's time. You gather your scarf and winter beret, drape your coat over your arm, and head for the door. The penthouse feels quieter now, the fire crackling in the hush.
And then you realize.
You're alone.
Alone with Tae.
The realization lands heavy, like the final note of a song. You turn, scanning the room, expecting to see Leejung or Bada Lee, the hostess, reappear, expecting someone else to linger. Your cheeks warm when he's already looking your way, leaning against the sofa, drink abandoned, eyes steady.
The storm outside rattles the windows, snow swirling like confetti. Inside, the silence hums with something warmer, sharper, sweeter.
Your hand tightens on the doorknob. His voice breaks the quiet, soft but certain, echoing the tension that's been building all night.
"Leaving already?"
Your fingers fumble with your coat as you pull it over your frame along with your scarf and beret, though you don't seem in any hurry. "I should," you murmur with a sideways glance on him, on the way the room feels like it's holding its breath.
"You're really going to face that blizzard?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes betray a flicker of concern. He steps closer, slow, deliberate, the floor creaking under his weight. "Stay with me tonight."
The scarf slips from your shoulder, and he catches it, looping it gently back around your neck. His knuckles brush your jaw, just for a moment, just enough to spark a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold.
You laugh, soft and nervous, tugging the scarf tighter as if it's armor. "Taehyung, you're impossible."
"And you're freezing," he counters. His hand hovers near yours, not quite touching, daring you to close the distance.
You glance at the door, then back at him. "If I stay, people will talk."
"Let them," he says. "It's Christmas - everyone loves a comeback story."
Comeback? What was he insinuating?
The penthouse is hushed, the record spinning its final notes. You frown, scanning the room. "Where's Bada? She was hosting, wasn't she?"
He smiles, slow and knowing, the firelight catching the curve of his mouth. "Left with Goff. She thought we needed some time alone. Said to think of it as... a Christmas gift."
Your breath catches, the weight of the moment pressing in. The city glitters beyond the glass, the storm rages outside, and here, in the quiet glow of the penthouse, the question lingers - will you, or won't you?
Should you?
Seven months apart, and yet the air between you two feels charged, alive.
You break the silence first, voice low but steady. "I really can't stay..."
Tae's grin is equal parts nervous and mischievous. "But baby, it's cold outside."
Your fingers grip the doorknob, though you don't turn it. "I've got to go away..."
"But baby it's cold outside."
"This evening has been so very nice."
He takes your small hand in his large one, thumb caressing your knuckles gently. His warmth seeps into your veins. "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."
You huff, releasing your hand from his and your other hand from the door. You're hyperaware of how you're blushing. "My mother will start to worry."
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" His words hover, teasing, but his eyes betray something deeper.
You laugh, cheeks warming. "My father will be pacing the floor..."
He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Listen to the fireplace roar."
The fire pops, sending sparks upward. You exhale, torn between duty and desire. "So really, I'd better scurry."
He chuckles, his fingers toying with your scarf, twisting it and tugging it playfully. "Beautiful, please don't hurry."
His voice is like honey, daring you to stay. Your eyes dart to the door, then back to him. You were never good at resisting the charms of Kim Taehyung. Yet it was your idea to break up after years of pressure from the companies and the K-pop world. The corners of your lips turn upwards, betraying your resolve.
"Well... maybe just a half a drink more."
His eyes light up, triumphant. "Put some records on while I pour."
You move to the cabinet, sliding a vinyl from its sleeve. The needle drops, and a jazz melody fills the room, sultry and slow. He pours another drink, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg curling through the air.
You take the glass, fingers brushing his. "The neighbors might think..."
He raises his brows and gestures toward the window, where snow swirls like a pillow fight. "Baby, it's bad out there."
You sip, warmth spreading through your chest. "Say, what's in this drink?"
He smirks. "No cabs to be had out there."
Your voice is soft, almost apologetic, though your feet don't move. "I wish I knew how..."
"Your eyes are like starlight now," he interrupts, gazing into your soul with his dark chocolate eyes.
"... to break this spell."
He tilts his head, grin widening, helping you remove your scarf and beret. "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."
"I ought to say no, no, no, sir..."
"Mind if I move in closer?"
Your breath catches, the space between you shrinking. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried..."
"What's the sense in hurting my pride?"
The sleet pelts the windows, but inside, the air hums with heat. You set your glass down, coat slipping from your shoulders.
"My sister will be suspicious."
He whispers, lips hovering near your ear. "Gosh, your lips look delicious."
Before you can reply, he closes the space between you. His hand brushes your jaw, gentle, tentative, and then his mouth finds yours. You immediately feel a spark, the same spark you felt the first time he kissed you at the end of the very first date you had.
The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, like rediscovering something fragile. But then it deepens, warm and certain, carrying the sweetness of reunion - the taste of seven months apart, the ache of longing, the relief of finding each other again.
Your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer, your heart pounding like sleigh bells. You push yourself to him a little, relaxing against his lips and letting yourself enjoy the feeling again.
The fire crackles behind you, sparks rising as if to celebrate. The storm outside howls, but in the penthouse, the world narrows to you two rediscovering what you'd lost.
Tae pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, breath mingling with yours. "Gosh, your lips are delicious."
You're in a trance. Your voice trembles, half-surrender, half-tease. "I gotta get home..."
"But baby, you'd freeze out there," he plays along.
"Say, lend me a coat."
He brushes a strand of hair from your face, fingers grazing your jaw. "It's up to your knees out there."
"You've really been grand."
"I thrill when you touch my hand."
He reaches for your hand, spinning you suddenly, pulling you into a dance. The record croons, jazz filling the silence, and you laugh, surprised, as he twirls you across the rug. You sway together, bodies pressed close, the warmth of him seeping through your dress. His hand rests at the small of your back, pulling you nearer, and you can't help but lean into him.
Your lips part, the silence heavy with longing. "But don't you see..."
"How can you do this thing to me?" His words hover, playful but aching.
"There's bound to be talk tomorrow."
"Think of my lifelong sorrow..."
"At least there will be plenty implied."
"... if you caught pneumonia and died," he jokes.
You giggle. And it's the laughter that makes you realize even though he's your ex, you still like remembering how he made you feel.
Coy but warm, you repeat, "I really can't stay..."
"Get over that old doubt."
Then together, softly, almost like a secret desire for connection and love...
🎵Baby, it's cold outside...🎶
The dance slows into a sway, your bodies brushing, lingering. Your head tips toward his chest, his hand firm at your back. The music hums, your bodies warm, and the silence between lyrics is filled with longing.
You pull back just enough to whisper, breathless, "You're very pushy, you know."
He smirks, eyes dark with desire. "I see it as opportunistic."
With your best smoldering eyes, you let out a low coo and confess, "Well, you're very convincing, Tae-tae," using his favorite term of endearment.
That's all it takes. Your kiss comes like surrender - hungry, tender, inevitable. He wraps his arms entirely around you, pulling you gently toward him then sinking his head into your shoulders. It's so intimate, so real, so powerful. The firelight flickers across your faces as you finally let yourself sink into the warmth of him.
"Funny thing about winter," he says, lips curving into a boxy smile when he releases you, "it always makes you want to come back inside."
Your laugh escapes. "You always did have a way of making the cold sound inviting."
His forehead presses to yours. "Maybe because I know how to keep the hearth burning."
"And maybe I've missed the fire more than I want to admit."
The silence stretches, electrifying. He gives you a once over with his dark eyes, as if he can't believe you're really in front of him again.
"You know, Y/N," he murmurs, "we could start fresh. Build something sturdier this time. Like... gingerbread walls that don't crumble."
Your lips twitch, fighting a smile. "And candy‑cane promises that don't break?"
"Exactly," he says. "A house that lasts through every storm."
You study him, eyes softening. "You're talking about more than gingerbread."
He leans in, whispering near your ear. "And you're hearing more than candy canes."
Your breath hitches, the message clear between the lines. You still love each other. You still want a future. Your mouths crash together again, deeper, more certain. His hands slide down your back, yours tangle in his hair, and the world around you blurs into nothing but heat and memory, the unspoken promise lingers... this time, you'll stay.
When you finally break apart, your cheeks flush and you tease, "Careful," your lips brushing his ear, "you're jingling my bells."
Tae chuckles, tightening his arms around your waist. "And you're lighting up my tree."
The heat between you is undeniable, the kind that makes the room feel ten degrees warmer. Your laughter eases into seductive stares, your bodies moving in sync to the music like you've never stopped knowing each other. He closes the gap between you, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that tastes of mulled wine and memory.
You pull back, your eyes glittering like ornaments catching firelight. A mischievous smile tugs at your lips. "You know," you whisper, fingers trailing down his chest, "I didn't come here expecting to unwrap any presents tonight... but now I'm tempted."
His breath hitches, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. "Well," he murmurs, dipping his head to nibble at your ear. "As soon as you walked in the door I couldn't not think about unwrapping something."
You laugh softly, tugging at his tie like it's a ribbon on a gift. "Oh good. You've always been my favorite stocking stuffer."
The innuendo hangs between you, delicious and daring. His grin is wicked, his hands slipping down your tight sweater dress, the one that has been tempting him all night, how it hugs your plump ass.
"You want me to stuff your stocking?" he asks, grabbing handfuls of said ass.
Your eyes widen before you roll them, giggling, but your voice drops to a husky whisper. "You are so breathtaking I want you to make my silent night anything but."
Before you could come up with any more Xmas puns, he pulls your face in, his lips crashing passionately against yours. The kiss deepens as you return it, angling into him. The feel of his body pressed close to yours is beyond exciting, and your heart races, your nose full of his woodsy fragrance.
"I missed you," you say against the corner of his mouth. Your smile breaks free when he pulls back, earning a boxy smile in return.
"I missed you, too." Tae presses a quick peck to your lips. "Every single day." He hesitates before resuming the make out session.
You knit your eyebrows in concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just... I just don't want you think we have to do anything tonight. I wanna get back together but we can wai-"
"Baby, it's cold outside," you interrupt. "And I want you to warm me up inside," you add with eyes bright.
You share a laugh then he pushes you against the nearest wall before kissing you again, feeling your intake of breath as he draws your bottom lip between his teeth. "This is the bestest Christmas present ever," he says and you hum in agreement.
Your moans bounce around the penthouse as his hands rub your back before desperately groping your ass and pulling you forward so your crotch molds against his massive erection. "Feel that?" he mutters against your lips, his breath hot. "That's how hard you make me."
"Ooh... yes," you breathe out, your core throbbing at the way he rolls his lower half into your center.
He's unable to help himself... lost in your kiss, lost in your flavor, lost in your touch that he's been yearning for. He tugs the top of your sweater dress down from your shoulders roughly, never breaking contact with your lips.
You return the favor, loosening his tie, untucking his dress shirt from his dress pants, the very ones that were tempting you all night, how they're tight and outline his taut, peachy ass. You give them a squeeze before your hands are in his hair massaging his head, the feeling of him against your skin after so many long months making you dizzy.
One of his hands explores your newly exposed lacy black bra, tracing the outline of the material with one of his long fingers, making you close your eyes from the smooth sensation. He inhales sharply, eyes watching your breasts bounce over the tops of the cups as you breathe raggedly.
You can feel his touch trail along your goose-pimply skin, his fingers fiddling with the clasp between your shoulder blades. He gives you a panty-melting kiss as your bra is unhooked and removed, falling to the living room floor. Your breath hitches when your boobs are freed and he directly cups one in his large hand.
The other joins in and they are amazing as he squeezes you, your nipples trapped between his fingers as he massages your tits, pushing them up attractively. Bending down, he takes your pink nipple in his mouth and sucks it, his tongue flicking and circling around it as he kneads your flesh.
With a slight gasp, you moan his name as his teeth gently close around a perky bud, sending a delicious shiver throughout your entire body. Your clit throbs hard, and you know from the warm sensation between your legs that you're wet. You raise your leg, wanting to relieve the ache and find his thigh pressed firmly against your center. Craving to satisfy your wanton needs, you allow yourself to grind a little against it. The twinge between your thighs growing unbearable.
"You're so gorgeous, baby girl." He trails kisses up your collarbone, up the supple column of your neck, his little whispers fanning against your skin. "So beautiful... and now you're mine again."
The idea of him claiming you as his own once more pulls a moan from you, as does the way he bites just below your ear. He chuckles before giving a kiss to the little bite mark, his thumbs pressing into your hips.
"Yours," you mewl.
If you had to be honest, you were always his, and you tell him as much. "My mind..." your hand cups the back of his head to bring him closer for a sweet kiss on his upper lip, right on his cupid's bow "My heart..." you give him a peck on his lower lip "And soul..." you finish with a full smooch on his pink, kiss-bitten lips. "All yours."
"These perfect tits, are these mine?" Tae makes his question known by lightly pinching your teats.
Your eyes flutter. "Yes," you pant, hands curling into the lapels of his dress shirt.
The hem of your dress is pushed up, past your waist, and your underwear is yanked down. "This pretty pussy, this mine?"
Moans fly past your lips when his hands move to your butt cheeks and he lightly spreads you. You whimper as he reaches your neediest region, his long fingers swiping some of your slick from your dripping clit. Using it to lube your pussy, he rubs you deliciously, back and forth, sliding along continuously.
"Yours, babe."
"That's right," he growls.
His fingers withdraw from your moisture and you nearly whine. But you barely have time to process the loss before he's dropped to his knees in front of you. Leaning back, he starts to unbutton his shirt. Feeling flustered, you watch every single movement. The way his fingers uncover more of his military bod. His chest, pectoral muscles firm and swollen. You imagine how you could use them as pillows. His abdomen is tight, cut and so solid. The shirt is finally shed and he tosses it behind him, your gaze clinging to his huge arms and tiny waist.
Tae pauses, looking up at you with lustful eyes. "This okay?" as his hands slide up your thighs.
You nod, still mesmerized by the ridiculous proportions of his new physique. You reach down and grasp the sides of your dress, pulling it over your head, leaving you completely naked, propping yourself up against the wall. "I wanna watch you," you murmur.
"Whatever you want, sugar," his voice a low rumble. He edges forward again, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "Open up for me."
You comply hastily, bending your knee and raising your leg. He brings his shoulder up so that the back of your leg is resting on him. You stand there, half-supported by him, your core completely spread. Now settled between your legs, he has the kind of focus that makes your whole body shiver. His hands grip you, dragging his mouth up your inner thigh - closer, closer - until he pulls back, staring at your slick folds.
"Damn," he mutters, his voice rough, wrecked. "Look at you. So wet, so pretty. All this for me?"
Before you can respond, he spreads you open, his eyes glued to your soaked pussy. He licks his lips, shameless and filthy. Pushing his face to your heat, he breathes you in like the most wonderful fragrance in the world. With closed eyes, he gives a broad lick to your entrance and you groan loudly in response.
Wanting to hear that wonderful sound again, he presses his mouth to the bead of your clit, making you squirm. You nearly faint, the fullness of his lips cushioning the bundle of nerves completely.
"I've been dying to do this again," he whispers, his eyes flicking up to lock on yours. "To bury my face in your pussy until you're shaking."
You whimper, heat burning through your chest. His tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, from dripping hole to swollen clit. Your back arches off the wall, a sharp cry ripping from your throat.
"Yeah," he groans. "Still tastes so sweet."
He dives back in immediately, licking broad and messy, moaning against you like he can't get enough. His tongue laps greedily, gathering every drop before swirling it around your clit, flicking rapid strokes that has you gasping.
"Tae please..." you whine, grinding your hips for more friction, and finding it in the bump of his prominent nose against your pearly tip.
"Sorry, baby girl, I got distracted by how good you taste," he purrs. "You waiting for this?"
Knowing exactly how you like him to eat you out, his wet muscle finally stabs into you, making you moan at the top of your lungs. "Tae!"
"That's it, baby," he mutters between thrusts of his tongue, his voice muffled against you. "Say my name. Say it while I eat this perfect pussy."
He sucks your clit, making it difficult to do just that. The sight of him on his knees, face buried in your pussy, is the hottest thing you have ever seen. Lost in ecstasy, grinding against his face, bracing yourself against the wall, both hands pressed flat, your lips part but you're barely able to speak as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.
"Shit... Tae, you're so good at this. I'm, I'm gonna..."
He groans in response. One hand leaves your thigh to play with your clit, rolling and pinching it between his slender fingers. Then he pulls away, staring up at you with hooded eyes.
"Yeah... cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you when you come apart," he growls, and you swear in response.
His lips work faster and he begins prodding his tongue into your sopping hole again as you rut against his face, hips bucking wildly, seeking your release. He feels you tighten around him, sucking and drinking as much of your wetness as his mouth can allow.
"That's it," he praises, his grip on your thighs tightening. "Ride my face, baby. Use me."
The sensations are overpowering, the pleasure engulfing you, the memories of being together flooding you. You know this is all him. The way he touches you, the way he loves you, the way he's obsessed with you. And now the way he ravishes your pussy like it's a Christmas dessert.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard as your hips jerk into his mouth. He groans at the pull, his tongue pressing deeper, thrusting into you while his nose grinds against your clit. The vibration of his sound and the squelching of your juices, has pleasure outpouring from every pore, until finally you burst.
"Tae!" you sob as your orgasm hits you, rewarding him with a gush of arousal into his waiting mouth. Cumming on his tongue just like he requested.
He keeps eating you through it, swallowing every bit of your release hungrily, savoring the taste of you coming undone for him. Your walls clench around him, clit pulsating in his mouth as your legs buckle. Tidal waves roll over you as he bears your weight, his free hand holding you up against the wall.
Eventually, you stop shaking, coming down from your high. Tae continues to lave at your pussy, licking you clean. "Mmm... you taste so good. I could do this all night."
After a moment, you push his head away gently, releasing your grip on his hair. Letting your leg drop from his shoulder, he stands and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Thank you." Looking up at him, you can't help but blush at the remnants of your arousal all over his chin. "You were always good at licking my candy cane," you drawl, swiping a thumb across his mouth.
He kisses you, slower and softer this time, the taste of your release still on his lips. "That was so hot. You were dripping down my throat."
The image keeps the embers alive in your core and you feel his cock pushing against you as you embrace. Even in the afterglow of your orgasm, you aren't satiated. You need to feel him inside you. Now.
Seemingly, he can read your mind. As he undoes his belt slowly, dragging it through his belt loops and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud, you watch with bated breath. His eyes also never leave yours as he expertly pops the button on his dress pants, tugging the zipper down agonizingly slowly so his garment can join his belt.
"We're not done yet, sugar." Tae smirks as he grabs the bulge of his boxer briefs for emphasis, palming himself a little to relieve some of the pressure. It earns a soft gasp as your eyes bulge from the prominent outline of his still erect dick. "On the couch."
Feeling bratty, you shake your head, immediately sliding onto the floor in front of him on your knees.
"Oh? Disobeying me?" He smiles fondly at the way you sit obediently, hands on your knees and jaw slack. "Being naughty for Santa?" he asks, running his thumb over your mouth. "How bad do you want my cock in your mouth?"
"So badly," you whine.
"Good girl," he praises, stroking your hair as he drinks in the view of you below him. You look up at him with big cat-like eyes as he pushes your mouth against him. "You know what to do."
Feeling the outline of his cock through the material, you whimper at how hungry you are for it, so desperate to please. Leaning forward, palms braced on his massive quads, you poke your tongue out past your lips to press against the cotton of his briefs, right above the tiny little wet patch he's made with drops of pre-cum escaping his head.
His jaw ticks. "Take it out."
You do what he says, tugging his boxer briefs down to his ankles before he steps out of them, finally coming face to face with his length, stood to attention in front of you. You can't look away from it, angry veins and leaking tip. So inviting you can practically already taste him. Your mouth goes dry. The proof that he is well endowed as ever is a sight for sore eyes.
"Tae... your stocking is well hung."
"Yeah? Then don't tease, baby girl. Suck me off," he commands, pushing your hair out of your face.
Instead, you look up at him with a pout. "It's been so long," you coo, hoping he'll play along. "Show me how."
He runs a palm over your head, his nostrils flaring, his knees almost buckling from your adorable innocence. But he stands firm, giving in to your request.
"Okay, baby. First, get it wet." He laces his fingers in your hair, gripping onto it at the roots just enough to guide your head.
Your eyes shoot to his, and you're a squirming mess, just turned on as he is. "Do you want me to spit on it? Lick it?"
"I don't care. Just get it wet for me, sugar," he responds through gritted teeth.
Immediately you surge forward and use the tip of your tongue to lick a path over the slit, cleaning up the bead of pre-cum. "Like this?"
"Mmm," he hums in approval, watching you intently, his entire body vibrating. "Just like that." His words spur you on as you grip his shaft with one hand and lick a line from root to tip. "Yes," he hisses. "I've missed your mouth so much."
You attempt to make it worth his wait as you look up at him, fluttering your lashes over half-lidded eyes, and rounding your lips to suck him in. Head bobbing, you stroke your tongue in tandem with your lips enveloping his head, and he hits the back of your throat, making you let out a muffled cry.
Tae stills, about to apologize that he couldn't help himself any longer, then thrusts his hips forward with such force you almost choke. But, honestly, you love it. How rough he can be with you, knowing he'll still take care of you.
You keep him there, swallowing around the tip until your eyes are forced closed with tears gathering at the corners, your throat constricting on his cock. He groans aloud, throwing his head back when you wrap your lips around him and hallow your cheeks. He pulls in and out, over and over, dragging his length back and forth and letting himself feel every pulse of your tongue and every suction of your mouth.
"You take it so well, baby. Missed my cock this much?" he asks, although he knows you can't answer with your mouth stuffed.
Instead you respond by stroking his dick with your fist, turning your hand to create friction. Then you add your mouth, sucking him deep, noticing how his entire abdomen constricts when you use your lips so you keep doing that. Your other hand reaches up to trace the ridges and valleys of the muscled chest you were just admiring moments ago. His breathing picks up when you flick your tongue over the underside of his head, and then completely stops when you reach down to cup his balls while pushing him into the back of your throat again.
"Shit." His curse is sharp as he pulls out of you. "I'm gonna come. It's been way too long." He bends down, gripping your chin. Then he licks across your lips and finishes it with a kiss. "Now get on the couch."
Faintly nodding, you make it extra sexy by crawling over, and though you can't see his face the whole time, you know he's drooling.
"Ugh," he groans from behind you. "I need to be inside your pussy."
You pause mid-crawl and glance over your shoulder, getting even more turned on seeing his hard dick covered with your saliva. "Umm... I'm still on the pill. And I haven't been with anyone else since..."
"Yeah... same..." he mutters, stroking himself once with a hiss. He takes a predatory step forward, watching you watch him. "Look at you. Eyes glued to my cock like a good girl. You want this inside you, don't you?"
Heat burns through you, your thighs pressing together instinctively, before you raise one to lift yourself onto the couch to show how much you want it. But he catches you and commands, "Right here. Stay on your knees."
You get the idea he wants you to prop your elbows on the couch cushion and keep your knees on the floor so you do as told. Presenting yourself to him, you wiggle your ass as an invitation. Spreading your legs slightly, you gratefully feel him take position right behind you.
Looming over you, his cock brushes against your slick folds. He caresses your ass with one hand as he strokes himself with the other, aligning his tip with your entrance. He rubs himself against your moist folds, lubing his cock with your slick and pulling moans from you.
"Ngh... baby," he mutters, voice low and ruined. "You're drenched. All from my tongue."
"And giving you head," you smirk.
"And now you're ready for my cock, aren't you?"
"Yes-"
That's all you can manage to say before he pushes an inch into you, just enough to stretch you before pulling back, rubbing up against your clit again. You whine, hips lifting helplessly.
He lets you adjust then slowly pushes in another inch, fighting the urge to slam into you. "Damn, you sound so sweet when you're needy," he growls, rubbing himself against you again, slower this time. "Beg for it. Tell me you need my cock inside you."
Your face flames. You know he loves this kind of dominant sex so the words tumble out, wrecked and desperate. "I need your cock inside me- please, babe."
His groan is guttural as his cock presses harder at your entrance. "Yeah, baby. That's what I wanted. Begging me."
Finally he's all the way in. "Tae!" you gasp, pussy spasming around his length.
Your legs tremble with delight and you moan at the feeling of his hard cock wondrously filling and stretching you. The way your walls squeeze around him blurs his vision, twinkle lights dancing when he shuts his eyes as he does his best to keep still, waiting for you to get used to his size. Once again.
"Fuuu..." he groans, as he bottoms out, completely buried deep inside you. "Tight pussy- you feel so nice and warm."
He stills, leaning over as his hands massage your supple flesh. Your breath quickens in anticipation of him moving, more, anything.
"Tae..." you whimper.
"You okay?"
"Mm-hm... I love how you fill me up. You stuff my stocking so good," you giggle, not able to keep a straight face.
"Yeah? Cause this pussy was made for me," he whispers airily as he presses his bare chest against your back, his hands on either side of your waist.
Pulling back, he then slams back into you with a powerful thrust. He keeps up a hard rhythm, his thighs slapping against your rear end over and over. The feeling of his long, thick length sliding back and forth is mind blowing. You moan with shut eyes, hands curling into fists since you have nothing to grip on to. You don't even attempt to keep quiet, you know how he likes it when you're loud during sex. He never wants you to hold back the moans that belong to him.
"Babe, you're so deep," you pant, feeling an overwhelming torrent of tingles building up inside. Your dainty fingers travel down to the tight space between the couch cushion and your center, circling your clit as you chase your high again. "Please, Tae, don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby girl."
Tae wants the incredible moment to last longer too, but with the way you're sucking him in as he jackhammers into you, he knows he's not gonna last. Instead he focuses on you. Bending down, he shoos your hand away and takes over.
"C'mere," he orders, arching your neck back to place a drawn out kiss to your parted lips.
His warm mouth hovers over yours as his fingers hover above your clit. He slowly draws infinity shapes around the sensitive pearl as he gives you an over the shoulder kiss and swallows your moan.
Your neck strains from turning to the side to meet his hot mouth, but you don't care. His lithe fingers are simply pure magic, stroking, rubbing, dipping up and down. You're spellbound, your kisses getting sloppier as you pant and he groans against your lips.
Gasping, you fall forward and let your arms give way beneath you, your ass perching up higher for him. "You're so big. So hard-," you breathe out, feeling your walls pulsing all around him even more.
He groans at the tightness of the cavern his cock is being pulled into. Lost in the moment, all he wants to do is let your warmth pull him in, clench and unclench around him. Let his thrusts stop and allow you to drive him to his climax. To him, you feel so amazing that he knows it's entirely possible for him to cum just from being cockwarmed by your pussy.
But he wants you to feel more pleasure and he wants to emphasize that from now on, only he can make you feel so euphoric. Keeping that in mind, he pounds into you faster and harder and out of rhythm, feeling his own high start to build.
"Yeah, that's it," he whispers, his fingers toying with your swollen clit, his cock twitching with every clench inside you. "One more for me, sugar. Want to feel you come undone while I'm still inside you."
"Then don't you dare stop!" you demand, eyes closing in bliss. One of your hands finds a nearby throw pillow and grips it, while the other curls around his hand pressing into the sofa, holding on tight.
"I won't. I'm not stopping until you're cumming all over me," Tae rasps, breathing in your ear.
You shudder from the heat, the touch of his lips, the filthy promise. It's been so long since you've heard him use such dirty words. It sounds so good on his tongue.
His touch is steady, careful, but relentless. Every circle against your clit draws another broken sound from your lips, your body jerking weakly underneath him. His cock shifts inside you with each movement, dragging more heat from your core.
"Perfect," he praises, his voice tender but filthy. "Under me, full of my cock, letting me play with this pretty pussy. You're being such a good girl for me."
"Oh!" you cry out, nails clenching the pillow. "C- close..." Eyes fluttering shut, the pressure ascends, climbing fast again despite how sensitive you are.
"That's it," he coaxes, his lips ghosting across your neck. "Give it to me. Cream on my cock. Let me feel it."
Your thighs tremble violently, your breath coming in shallow gasps. Penetrating into you over and over, stretching your entrance and hitting your g-spot with every rise and fall, he breathes into your ear, pulling you up so your back is pressed to his torso, twisting his hips in tight circles.
A hand drifts up your throat to angle your face to his waiting lips. You turn your cheek to face him, your eyes heavy as he works himself against the rise of your ass. "Kiss me."
You obey, delivering sloppy, but firm kisses as your body wriggles and writes in his arms. You fist a hand into the back of his hair, holding his lips to yours, not caring that your teeth clash. Desperately, you need to suck the air from his lungs as he splits you open against the couch, the painful scraping of your knees on the floor sure to give you rug burn. The liquid pleasure flowing through your veins combined with the strokes he's making against your vaginal walls has you coiled so tightly.
"Be..." Thrust "A..." Thrust "Good..." Thrust "Girl," he rasps into the hollow of your ear as he brings his lips down to your neck and you turn your head to give him more property to mark.
His hands travel to your chest, cupping your jiggling tits, and he's bouncing his hips in time with you, driving right into the front wall of your pussy. Two fingers return to the desired location between your legs and circle faster now, his grunts rough in the large, empty living room.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" you chant.
With a scream of his name, you hit your end for the second time that night, blissful waves of pleasure coursing through your whole body and washing any energy you have left. Eyes squeezing shut with your head bowed, "Tae" leaves your mouth in appreciative little whispers and moans. Body shaking, thighs clenching, your vision spots, bright explosions like Christmas lights dance across your eyelids.
He picks up his pace soon after he gives you a second to float in bliss. Then your body is a full ninety degrees again, with you resting on your forearms on top of the couch cushion.
"I got a nice view of my girlfriend here." He cocks his head to one side and watches his dick disappear in and out of you with pleasure, loving how creamy your cum is on it. "So nice and wet for me..." he groans. "Gonna..."
You glance coyly over your shoulder, relishing the way he tosses his head back, eyes pinching shut, moans blowing from his puffy, perfect lips. "Be a good boy. Fill me up."
Not needing to be told twice, he then hooks one of your legs over the couch cushion to penetrate you deeper and snakes one palm around your abdomen to feel himself in your womb. Moaning contentedly, he ruts into you, the couch shaking from the brute force of his thrusts and your ass bouncing wildly from the sheer vigor.
"Yeah... I'll make you full of my cum. Gonna... ah, shit-"
The words that come out of his mouth aren't elegant, his mind dipped in lust and desire rendering him useless. He barely registers the loud moan of your name and when his cock is being suffocated and absolutely soaked by your walls he knows he can let go. Your pussy spasms tightly around him as he nears his release, electric shivers wracking his body, fisting the cushion next to your shuddering body to keep himself upright.
At that point, seven quick thrusts are enough for him.
"Hell yeah," he growls with each one. "So good. You're unreal."
He takes a sharp intake of breath as his eyes flutter closed. The pressure... the tightening like a screw... the twisting... the snapping. Until finally he's feeling that miraculous orgasm flow from his crotch throughout his entire being and you can feel his white hot seed deep inside you.
He exhales loudly. "Mmm... Merry Christmas to me."
"Me too," you sigh, cheek pressed to the soft cushion, totally spent in a good way.
Tae then falls on top of you, still reveling in pleasure as your walls ride him out just from throbbing around him. He strokes your arms and thumbs over your shoulders soothingly, relaxing you, the beautiful woman that is all his. You're perfect. Especially for him. And it's like you're made for each other.
You both sit up after he pulls out and you use tissues from a nearby box on the end table to clean yourselves up. Then he scoops you up in his arms as he lies on the couch and places your head on his chest, with the rest of your body between his legs. He brings his arms around your stomach and pulls you in.
You don't speak for some time in your afterglow, and instead he rests his chin on your head, his fingers tracing lazy circles along your hip. While your head rests against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you draw imaginary lines on his sculpted abs.
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the Christmas tree in the corner. Tangled together on the couch, skin still warm, breaths slowing into a shared rhythm, you tilt your face up, lips brushing his smooth skin as you whisper, "Merry Christmas."
Your smile is tender and full of love. You think about how Tae's arms are your home, his scent is peace, and his heartbeat is your favorite sound. Then, softer still, "I love you."
He tightens his hold, cheeks pinkening, pressing a kiss into your hair. "Merry Christmas," he answers, voice low and rough with emotion. "I love you, too. I never stopped."
His thumb strokes your side, reverent, as though rediscovering you all over again. He thinks about how not only does he feel a connection with you, but his heart is invested in you. Forever.
"I'm so lucky you stayed tonight. And I can't wait to spend this new year with you," he murmurs, a smile growing on his lips. You feel your cheeks heat up in a blush. "Damn, I should've asked you out on a date first." He snuggles closer to you. "What are you doing this Saturday?"
You can't help the giggle that comes from your lips. "Going out with my boyfriend," you say, leaning your head to the side so you can give one of his chocolate-chip nipples a peck with your lips. "Can't wait for this new year, too." You look up at him intently. "But I want things to be a bit different," you add.
He chuckles, brushing his knuckles along your cheek. "Got it. New Year. New us. What do you have in mind?"
You grin, shifting so your leg drapes over his, pulling yourself up closer. "Well, what are you thinking?"
His eyes spark with a playful challenge. "On the count of three, let's each say our thing. One, two, three..."
At the same time, he blurts, "Come out as a couple," while you say, "Get married."
You freeze, then burst into laughter, the sound filling the quiet room. You press your forehead against his shoulder, giggling, while he cups your face and kisses your nose.
"Guess we both want the same thing," Tae says, brushing his lips over yours, lingering.
"Both," you agree, your hand sliding up his chest, fingers curling at the nape of his neck. "Let's do both."
Your laughter fades into kisses, slow and hungry, the kind that taste of promises and futures. His hand roams your back, yours tangle in his hair, and the warmth between you is more than physical - it's the undeniable proof that after everything, you still choose each other.
The tree lights flicker, casting you in gold and green, and for a moment the world outside doesn't exist. It's just you two, wrapped in love, in laughter, in your post-coital bliss, and the thrill of a new year waiting to be claimed together.
THE END