#bulletproofbirdywrites

This trip had not entirely been a surprise. Tae had told you to have this long weekend blocked off two weeks ago when you handed in your notice at your now, former, place of employment. You’d had enough of your manager’s bullshit and incompetence so you started your search for a new job. You hadn’t realized how unhealthy the environment had gotten until you found your confidence shaken by the thought of leaving. Maybe this was the best you were going to get. Maybe this was all you were cut out for. Taehyung never gave up on you, though. By some miracle, you found a great situation pretty quickly. You bit the bullet and took the offer. Tae supported you fully, cracking a sweet smile and stroking a playful finger under your chin, “Hey, I’m proud of you.” That was all he said before telling you to back for a trip-- somewhere warm.

“What do you have planned?” you inquired, eyes squinted with a suspicious glance his direction. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He drawled with a dramatic rise of his eyebrows and hands on his hips. You had stared each other down like gunslingers in an old western before his facade cracked and he broke into a goofy grin. “You will love it, Y/N, trust me. Have we ever gone somewhere that wasn’t worth the trip?”

The memory brings a smile to your lips as you continue to just exist in this ridiculously comfortable hammock. You think of his warm smile and bread-like cheeks and feel the urge to squeeze them in person. Where was he, come to think of it? He was supposed to join you a while ago.

You force your eyelids open with a groan. “Tae?...” you whine. “Tae!” you holler again. Rolling your eyes, you struggle out of the hammock and wander off in search of your main squeeze. “I am gonna smack that cute ass for making me get up!”

You shuffle slowly through the small beach house, soaking in the vibe. He had really gone all out with this little rental. Light wood trim and paneling pops against white walls warmed by the golden sunlight. You drag your fingertips over the back of the pillowy sofa, cool to the touch just like the smooth hardwood floor under your feet. This place even smells like pure relaxation: Tae did good work choosing this spot. A hideaway for you both, though you know he doesn’t need seclusion on these adventures.

He loves blending into local life when you travel together. He wants to go to markets and restaurants and festivals; places that are saturated with life, color, and humanity and weave through the crowd with a camera in hand. You are essentially the opposite. You will take a blanket burrito in front of Netflix any night of the week. Tae challenges you in the best way. It never feels like a challenge--it’s an invitation to try new experiences with an open mind.

This beach house is, contrary to his taste, pretty far-removed from the town. A bumpy two-track leads past curvaceous palm trees and opens onto this hidden paradise. The curve of the coastline means you are out of sight of neighbors and the only sounds were the waves and gulls mingling in the sand. Clearly, he chose this quiet spot with you in mind. You knew the reason was mostly so you could get some peace and quiet...though he had whispered in your ear on the bumpy taxi ride, “Just think, we can be as loud as we want out here, babe,” nipping at your earlobe before immediately breaking into a goofy grin. The duality, you thought, rolling your eyes.

You walk through the living room and the open kitchen when you hear some faint music coming from down the hallway. Moving quietly, you approach the beautiful screened-in side porch that faces the curve of the beach.  Head whipping in a double-take, you pause and tip-toe up to the door frame to take in the fucking stunning sight before you.

Taehyung has his back to you, arms folded across his chest, as he glares (you assume) at the easel in front of him. He didn’t have a commission to work on but he never goes anywhere without his paints. The large canvas has been given a base coat of yellow ochre and titanium white blended roughly with a palette knife. You are not staring at his canvas, though. You are definitely staring at him.

Light caramel hair is damp with sweat and pushed away from his face with a worn red bandanna knotted over his ear. It would look comical on anyone else but you swear everything he does is sexy.  Besides, the bandana is doing the service of showcasing his smooth forehead and dark brows. Beads of sweat crawl slowly down his tightened jaw. Just looking at the back of his head and you are warm between your legs. Your eyes continue their feast, taking their time to appreciate broad shoulders and a firm ass. You love that ass. He has been wearing loose linen pants lately and they drape over him perfectly.

You start nibbling at your thumbnail and wonder what school bus full of innocent children you must have rescued in a previous life for the universe to decide you could end up with this guy. He is the kindest fucking soul and a damn beautiful human inside and out. It hits you like a truck, this desire to thank him, to show him how much he means to you. The temperature rises in your body as your mind spins with a variety of scenarios. Slowly and steadily heat that rivals the tropical sun is lit deep in your gut. He is a damn sculpture brought to life. It’s almost rude.

Your reverie is broken and then immediately rekindled as he shifts his pose. He has begun painting again, showing off your favorite features: tan arms and hands. Fuck. Taut muscle flexes beneath the veins of his forearms as he works the brush through brilliant red paint. String bracelets circle his bony wrists and showcase his perfect hands. Those fucking hands. They aren’t just big they are beautiful. Gracefully long fingers grip the brush and control the movement of color across the canvas. Thinking about those fingers makes your pussy clench desperately at just the memory of what they feel like inside you. He has made you cum countless times with those fucking beautiful fingers, each orgasm a masterpiece.

“Aish!” he grumbles and drops the brush and palette on the easel’s tray. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, and throws himself into the wicker chair facing the door. He would see you but his head is thrown back, arms hanging loose on the armrests and his knees spread wide. Corded muscle strains in contrast with the loose fabric he wears.

A quiet sigh sneaks from your lips. You know this particular outburst all too well. Serves you right for dating an artist. He is definitely trying to capture a specific feeling as he paints and it isn’t going the way he wants. He gets critical of himself and needs to walk away for a bit, but needs encouragement to do so. That’s why he has you.

You could be the sweet girlfriend and attend to his mood, but you also can’t help that the heat in your shorts just throttled higher at the sight of his lap spread wide in invitation. You could rub his shoulders and give him words of encouragement. You could do that, but you have another idea.

“Hey, Tae.” you say sweetly from the doorway.

His head pops up and he throws a smile your way. “Hey, baby.” His deep voice crawls through you, two simple words soaking your panties further.

You take slow steps toward him. You aren’t trying to be sexy (though the way his eyes drift south tells you he absolutely finds you sexy anyway) you move slowly so you don’t startle him into changing his position. You want him right where he is.

“What are you up to? I thought you were resting...” he attempts to whisper but his low voice makes it sound like a husky growl.

“I was,” you slowly drop to your knees between his spread legs and drag just the tip of your fingernails over his knees in languid circles, “but I missed you.”

You have a thing for his knees, too. Maybe you just love all of him and want to take time to appreciate every part, inside and out. Eyes locked, he instantly knows what you’re after. Tongue teasing the corner of his mouth, he shakes his hair back and raises an eyebrow at you. You raise one of yours right back as your fingers work their way up his meaty thighs towards the visibly swelling bulge in his pants. That didn’t take long, you chuckle to yourself.

You stare each other down for an unknown amount of time: seconds or minutes you can't tell. You watch his eyes soften as he studies you, visibly relaxing into your touch. Taehyung’s eyes drift over your face, lip catching in his teeth as he studies the curves of your body. It’s impossible not to be affected by his gaze. Not when he looks at you like this, like you’re a masterpiece pulled together from the recesses of his imagination. It is sensual and intimate. You both start breathing a little faster, taking in oxygen to fuel the coiled potential in your muscles. He reaches a beautiful hand towards your face and your eyes close. Fingertips trace your jaw, nose, eyelids--all while you continue to massage his thighs. You gasp as his fingernails tease your throat, a single digit flicking your hair over your shoulder so he can trace your clavicle. He looks like he is coming apart at the seams; his tongue tracing his lip like he wants to taste your arousal in the air.

His thumb drifts over your lower lip and your composure snaps. Enough teasing, enough foreplay—you want, no, you need to taste him. Your tongue darts out and circles his thumb, sucking it into your mouth with a moan. Taehyung looks like he is going to fall apart. Brows furrowed, his mouth hangs open to release soft pants and when you suck harder he fucking growls through clenched teeth. His fingers taste warm and salty just like you know his cock will as soon as you can get it free.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, lightly gripping your jaw in one large hand. “I want to hear you ask, I need to hear you ask, baby.”

You rise up from sitting on your heels and hook your fingers into his waistband, inches from his face, hot breath swirling in a storm between you.

“I need to choke on your cock,” you whisper right in his face. He groans, drawing his knees together to squeeze your hips.

You shift to whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good...I want to feel you cum down my throat.” To punctuate your request you bite his bottom lip and pull, letting it go with a snap. He doesn’t let you escape the curve of his lips as he smoothly recaptures your mouth in a kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs. The two of you are making out noisily, messily and without a care in the world. His lips are soft in contrast with the movement of his tongue, exploring your mouth and you both groan. You will not be distracted from your goal, however, so you push forward and press your weight on the heavy erection growing beneath you. 

“Oh fuck.” he breathes out and lifts his hips so you can yank his loose pants down his thighs, thanking the universe that he never wears underwear. His girthy cock slaps his lower stomach and you both groan with pleasure at the sight. 

“Lay back, baby...” you croon, “just relax.”

Time had seemed to stop when you entered the room but now it began to speed out of control. You lunge forward to grip his cock with your right hand as your left claws down his chest. You waste no time dropping your open mouth onto his length.

“Oh my god...” his voice is breathy and strained. He can’t help but let the words flow while your soft lips trap his thick cock in the heat of your mouth. Tae’s senses are overwhelmed at every turn of your wrist and flick of your tongue. The warm breeze swirling around the porch moves in time with your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, spit and precum mixing into a perfect mess over your chin and hands as you work him. The sound, though. The sound is what makes his eyelids flutter. Your hungry moans vibrate through his swollen member and into his pelvis as the waves smash against the shoreline. He feels transported and above all he feels incredibly lucky. This trip is for you but here you are on your knees sucking him senseless.

You open your eyes and moan at the sight. He is a fucking vision of pure sex. The bandana around his forehead is soaked with sweat and he licks a few drops off his upper lip, groaning the whole time. God, you love the way he tastes. The salty tang is uniquely him. Smooth skin slips over your tongue as you bob up and down at an ever-increasing pace. You want him closer. Desperately, you grip his hips with both hands and take more of him into your mouth. You gag as you work your way down his cock, determined to drain him dry and get more sounds out of him and it works.

Grunting and panting, Taehyung is an absolute mess as you swallow around him. “You are so fucking good to me, so sexy...fuck look at you choking on my cock.” The dirty praise flows out of him as your chest swells with love and pride. The whole time you suck his cock, he traces his fingertips over your temples, and through your hair. Those fucking fingers.

You reach between his legs with one hand and cup his balls to heighten his pleasure. His abs tighten and his cock twitches in your mouth as you continue to slurp up and down, circling the base in your other hand. You give good head, he’s praised you for it before (and even dared you to put it on your resume). In this instance, however, you are trying to give him more than that. You want him to feel adored and treasured. You want to thank him for loving you and celebrating you. You want to give him an orgasm that blows his fucking mind and says all the feelings you have a hard time putting into words. He rests his hand over your throat and you moan more, inviting him to grip you and use you like a toy. You know he has it in him, but he doesn’t linger there, giving you one thrilling squeeze before moving on.

He finally works your favorite appendages into your hair. You feel even more of your arousal leak out of you at the thought of his hands on you. You slide off him long enough to mutter, “Oh shit yes, fuck my throat, Tae.” He moans in response and springs into action. Leaning forward in the chair he grabs fistfuls of your hair. It tangles in his rings but you don’t care as you feel his fat cock begin to slam harder into your throat. Your pussy is drenched and you think you could come like this if he lasted long enough. You clench thighs together, desperate to satisfy the heat between your legs. It’s not enough but it doesn’t matter.

This isn’t about you, but you are enjoying yourself nonetheless. You relish the smell of his skin as you breathe through your nose in a desperate attempt for air. He is close and you can feel it. He clenches every muscle—you can feel his ass tightening under your hands—coiling like a spring. Your nails scrape delicately over his hips as you move your fingertips to his balls again, squeezing lightly.

“I’m ugh cumming, fuck!” Tae growls and holds you deep on his dick as his load fires down the back of your spasming throat. You swallow every drop, loving the taste because it's his. He pulls you off and you gasp for air, a smile over your fucked out face. You don’t care about how you must look. You only care about the love of your life looking back at you. Your throat is sore and you surely have a literal cocktail of Taehyung’s essence smeared over the lower half of your face. Tae looks at you, out of breath but very satisfied.

The feeling of the room returns to where it started; waves, breaths and loving gazes. He disrupts the quiet with a laugh and a  groan, throwing his head back and yelling once more before leaning forward to kiss your nose and smooth your hair back down. He holds your face and looks at you gently, dragging his lips over your forehead.

It feels sacrilegious to break this silence but you want him even closer to you, inside of you. Reaching for his face, he gasped lightly as your small fingers trace over his features. His eyes closed and you try desperately to etch him in your memory, wanting to access this moment when you are old and gray. Something about this moment seems monumental and minuscule all at once and you want to seize it all. Your fingers drift methodically and register the details of his form: long lashes, soft cheeks, sharp jaw, large ears hidden by the rough cloth of his bandana and the damp locks around his hairline...broad shoulders...firm chest… your inventory continues.

Tae breathes quietly as if he is afraid to disturb your delicate process. He just traces your spine with his fingers; up...around your shoulder blades...down to the dimples above the swell of your backside. Your curves hold him still so you can study his body to your heart’s content. You are a soft solid in his arms, this beautiful human who manages to pull him apart and anchor him simultaneously. The observation makes him feel an ache in his chest and a hungry fire deep in his gut.

You’re not sure how long the two of you have been here swaying gently just touching each other. Tae had carried you all the way to the foot of the large canopy bed and here you stand. The sheer gauze of the bed curtains dance lightly in the wind and grazes your calves, further amplifying your sense of touch. You can feel that Tae is still hard as a rock against your lower stomach but he isn’t rushing to do anything yet. Your hands are curious, nails drag lightly down his chest to his soft abdomen before grazing your fingers over his cock. 

Tae opens his eyes and takes a much deeper breath. The large hands spread out on your back have stopped moving and you feel the tips of each finger dimpling your skin ever so slightly. 

“Hmm,” he releases with his next breath. “What are you doing, my love?”

You look into those round, dark orbs shaded by soft, full lashes and shrug, a shy smile on your lips. “I don’t know...just trying to see you better.” Blushing immediately at your sentimental comment, you drop your eyes to his warm chest.

Taehyung brings a hand to cup your face. He shudders when you turn slightly to kiss the heel of his palm. “I love you so much...the word isn’t big enough for what I feel about you.” He confesses so quietly you hold your breath to hear his words. He surges forward and captures your lips so fast that it knocks the air out of your lungs. You huff through your nose, whimpering as your tongues dance. His hands move so quickly now, a far cry from their previously gentle exploration of your body. Suddenly, he is everywhere. Long fingers comb through your hair, squeeze your arms and your hips and then your ass. His grip is so strong it forces you on to the tips of your toes.

“Baby,” he pleads, “I need more of you...will you let me have you? Gonna let me fuck you? Hmm?” He spouts question after question between kisses and moves to suck behind your ear and down your neck in his determination to convince you. 

You do not need any convincing. This whole vacation has taken your relationship and forced it through a funnel, building the pressure and concentrating your love for each other. Despite the orgasms he had lavished on you after dinner, you are eager to encourage Tae to let go and use your body however he wants.

“Yes, Tae, please...I want you to take me however you want, god I love you, just fuck me,” your desire tumbles over your lips and Tae feels his cock twitch at the confession of your passion for him. 

“However I want, hmm?” he whispers in your ear, his lips tickling along the way. “Oh I will, baby, you are so fucking incredible...I have wanted to take you to bed since you sucked me off on the porch.” He chuckles darkly into your ear, almost giggling, and you can hear the smile in his voice. It is somehow cute and arousing all at once. 

“That was kind of the idea all along,” you tease. He grabs your ass with both hands squeezing you playfully. Your laughter stops in your throat as he drags his tongue from behind your ear and down your jaw. He continues, pulling your head back by your hair just enough for him to begin placing wet kisses over your throat. 

“The things I want to do with you” he grumbles, his deep voice vibrating through your body. He kisses down your neck to your shoulder and suddenly bites down hard. 

Rather than yelp in surprise, you let out the longest fucking moan and clutch at his biceps. The sharp dig of your fingernails into his flesh triggers a growl from Tae. Liquid heat drifts out of your pussy and makes a mess of your inner thighs. Your response to the pain lights a match in Taehyung’s imagination and he is hit with the insatiable desire to hear that sound come out of you again and again. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he would never want that, but the idea of your senses being strung so tightly turns him on like little else can. 

He spins you around suddenly, pressing himself to your back. You lurch forward and brace yourself on the bedpost, arching your back to press your ass against his hard cock. He grips the post just above your hands and continues to rut between your ass cheeks. As he curves forward over your taught, moaning body he bites and kisses your shoulders sending you into a haze. You feel unhinged, moaning with each smack of his hips against yours. “You trust me, right baby?” he groans into your ear as his hands wander. They comb through your hair and claw down your back, squeezing your hips before moving back up your body. He grabs your breasts, teasing your nipples and you lean your head back to look for a kiss, which he gives. 

“Yes, I trust you...you’ve got some new idea, huh? Go ahead, Tae, please.” you moan your invitation into his mouth between sucks and bites to your bottom lip. 

“Mmmm, thank you, gonna make you feel so good,” he promises before bringing his hand down in a slap to your ass, sending you forward with a moan. “You know your safeword right? I’ll stop right away, you know that.”

“I know, Tae, just fuck me already!” you demand, right before he spanks your ass again.

“You got it, beautiful,” he says, continuing to rut slowly between your cheeks before reaching up to grab the thin gauze bed curtain, turning his wrist to make it into a soft twist of fabric. He tosses this around your throat, pulling it just tight enough to make your pussy clench in anticipation. He holds the cloth tight with his right hand before reaching around to rub your clit in firm circles, making you moan and push your ass back towards his cock.

“Impatient, aren’t you ___?” he taunts, fingers picking up speed on your clit as he increases pressure on the fabric around your throat. Just enough to hold you still and not restrict airflow...not yet, at least. Using a knee, he kicks your legs wider, giving him better access to your leaking core. He stops his circles to your clit when you quake, nearing your orgasm. Your whine is cut short by a light smack to your pussy. “Patience, baby,” he whispers as he bites your earlobe, just before sliding to fingers deep in your waiting hole.

“Ahh fuck!” you cry as Tae begins slamming his slightly curled fingers into you. You feel so close to the edge again, ready to snap. He still uses the curtain around your neck as leverage to hold you while he brings you to your orgasm...until he stops again, sliding his fingers out of you. This time you sound as though you really might cry at the loss of your orgasm. 

“You’re so tight on my fingers, so close to coming aren’t you? I don’t wanna be mean, baby, I wanna make you feel good. You’re so nice and ready for my cock now, huh? Ready for me to fuck you with this?” he punctuates his series of questions with a taunting prod of his cock to your dripping pussy. Just the head presses in and out, sending you into a desperate frenzy.

“My god, yes, Tae, please, please…” you whimper against the bedpost, which you have been clutching for dear life. 

“Play with your tits, baby, let go, I’ve got you.” he coaxes as he slides his hard cock slowly between your folds. He begins a slow, steady pace and pulls the curtain tighter around your throat. You let go of the bed and begin pulling and tweaking your sensitive nipples. The loss of support adds to the delicious tightness around your throat and you let out a keening moan, triggering something in Taehyung, who begins slamming into you at a brutal pace. The hand not on your throat reaches back down to your clit to add stimulation and force you back onto his cock with every thrust. The feeling of both his and your hands, his cock slamming your g-spot and the buzz of decreased oxygen sends you hurtling toward your release. You let out a scream of pleasure and your legs shake, finally coming after he has edged you. “That’s it, oh my god your pussy is so fucking tight, fuck!” he grunts and lets the curtain release from around your throat, only to replace it with his hand to curve you back toward him. He fucks you slowly through your orgasm, coming to a stop before he can release.

You are gasping on jelly legs, completely relying on Taehyung to hold you up through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Why didn’t you come, Tae? I want you to feel good, too,” you mutter between panting breaths, nudging your hips back into his hardness. 

He grunts almost painfully, “don’t worry about me, I just don’t wanna be finished yet.” He turns you around slowly and grabs your hips as he leans in for a kiss. You kiss each other between frantic breaths, still trying to recover from coming so hard. He walks you back toward the massive bed and nudges you to sit down. “Scoot back for me, lay down, okay?” 

You obey, amazed that he can function considering how he is edging himself. “How do you want me?” you ask with a coquettish taunt. You aren’t sure how you able to function after he fucked you open like that but you know he has more in store for you based on how he is looking at you now.

Tae looks like he could shatter. Dark eyes are darting over your body and hands knot his hair. His hard, wet dick bobs in the air as his heart beats rapidly. “Arms above you, yeah like that, arch your back and show me your pretty tits. God, you’re fucking gorgeous like this...stay right there, baby.” He turns to the chair in the corner of the room where the rest of his art supplies are stored in their case. His fingers fumble as he toggles it open, digging through his paints, clearly on a mission. 

A few tubes in his hand, he crawls onto the bed to straddle your waist, cock smearing a trail of your cum on your stomach and under your breasts. It feels hot and hard-pressed against you--you’re amazed he hasn’t come yet. You start to move your hands, thinking that he might want to fuck your tits, but he stops you gently.

“Hold still, baby, just look at me...can you do that?” he asks, tentatively, as he twists open the small tubes of vermillion and ultramarine paint. You nod as he squeezes dabs of each color on two of his fingers. Setting the tubes aside, he scoots back off the bed and pulls you to the edge with his free hand. Panting and licking his lips, he begins to drag the smooth paint from your neck down the curve of your shoulder. You shudder at the coolness on your slick skin. “Yeah, just hold still. You’re so perfect, you know that?” he whispers as he works the paint over your body.

You want to ask what his plan is for cleaning the sheets since you’re pretty sure the cleaning fee wasn’t meant to deal with paint on the white bed. You feel a twinge of guilt for messing with the mood but you have always been the more practical of the two of you. You keep your practical concerns to yourself as you study his face while he touches you. You see the same singular focus as you did on the porch as he worked on his painting. Having that burning glare turned to you and your body felt intimate in a way that was almost uncomfortable if it were with anyone else. Taehyung is the only person you want to share this with, you realize. He is the only man who’d ever been able to render you speechless in his attention to you. You can tell it’s not lust that drives him at this moment, it’s something deeper and more vulnerable somehow. He confuses and amazes you. You aren’t sure how his mind works sometimes but you never want him to stop showing this side of himself to you.

“Just hold still, please, love.” he soothes as he smears the blue and red streaks around your breasts and down toward your belly button. His other hand is placed loosely around his cock and he winces at the friction. “You’re so beautiful, your curves are...you’re unique, you know that?” he whispers to you as he works his paint-covered fingers down your leg, still jacking himself with his other hand. The feeling is so strange and sensual, the tension is built so high that you’re aching for his cock again. More than that, though, you want him closer to you. Maybe you can get a glimpse of how his mind works if you can get him inside you. You slowly reach for him, your fingers circling the wrist of the hand that paints your curves.

 “Taehyung, come here, please...be with me now, baby.” you offer your request so gently he almost doesn’t hear you. He stills both hands and looks back up into your eyes, coming out of his momentary trance. You bring his hand to your face, letting the colors smear as he traces your cheek. You notice his chest starts to heave as his breath quickens. He doesn’t always know how to express with words, you know this whole escapade is Tae-speak for something deep and special, something that the word “love” can’t seem to touch. You certainly don’t want him to stop, you just want to keep creating this moment together.

You stare at each other as you slide to the edge of the bed and wrap your legs loosely around his slim waist. His paint-covered hand slides down your thigh and encourages you to squeeze him tighter. His other hand guides his cock inside you at an agonizingly slow pace. In this position he can reach so deep inside you, you can practically see stars. His other hand smears the blue and red tones into a deep purple as he retraces his strokes; over your neck, under your breasts, down your rib cage to your hip. His thrusts are deep and slow. You reach up to hold his face and lace your fingers through his hair, forcing him to curve over you. Picking up the pace, he squeezes his eyes shut and moans as he leans in to place a surprisingly delicate kiss to your lips.

“Come for me, Tae, will you please?” you beg between deeper and deeper kisses. He nods slowly as his moans raise in volume. He slams so hard against you, you can feel his heavy balls smack against your ass. Tae does not censor himself as he fucks you deeply, praising you for being so good, so perfect for him. He grinds his hips against your clit with each thrust and you rise up to meet him, desperate to reach your climax with him. His love spills out of his mouth as his cock empties into your cunt. How he loves you. How he wants you. How he will always want you. He grabs your ass and slams against you after he cums, rubbing your clit and throwing you over the edge with him. 

You are both out of breath and smeared with shades of blue, red and deep purple when Tae finally pulls out of you. The two of you continue to plant loud, wet kisses to each other until you break apart, giggling. He steps back from the bed and pulls you to your feet, catching you before your legs give out. 

“Oh my god, Tae! What are you doing?” you squeal when he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, forcing you cheek to, well...cheek. 

“Stop struggling, do you want me to drop you? I’m tired and we need a shower and this is easier than any other way I could carry you.” he almost whines, smacking your butt as he carries you to the bathroom. He gets you both into the shower before cranking the water on, causing you both to jump at the sudden jolt of cold. You hold each other, laughing as the water warms up, swaying in each other's arms. You reach for the shampoo and wash him off, pulling his bandana off and throwing out onto the floor. He hums as you massage his scalp and work your way down his body, letting the purplish water run down the drain until he is all warm, bronze softness again. He leaves a small kiss on your nose before switching places to help you wash. 

“What was all that, Tae?” you blurt out, suddenly, “I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but I just wonder where that came from?” His hands slow down where he was washing your body and you can tell he’s thinking. 

“I don’t fully know, love...I just felt so full of this feeling and...I didn’t know how else to let it out. I hope it wasn’t too weird.” he admits, sheepishly. 

You turn around to face him and let the water run over you both. “It was not weird at all. I just love you and I want to know what goes on in here.” you tap at his forehead, chuckling. He smiles back at you, kissing your forehead in response. 

“Sometimes I don’t know what goes on in here, either,” he admits before hopping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. “Meet me on the porch when you’re done?” he asks, “I want to watch the stars with you.” He gives you a big, playful smile before scampering out of the bathroom toweling himself off as he goes.

“Be right there!” you giggle, shaking your head and let the water run over you.

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Your senses feel blurry and soft as you finish your brief shower. You rinse your hair and sponge off your sore body with a smile on your face, remembering Tae’s touches and the love he lavished on you over this trip. Steam puffs around you when you emerge from the bathroom. The large glass doors are open and the smell of salt and flowers pulls you outside.

The stars reflect so brightly the waves seem to be dusted with glitter. Wrapped in just a soft robe, you pad softly out of the bedroom and onto the porch. Tae leans against the railing, looking out at the waves. He is shirtless, sweats slung low on his hips as he plays with something in his right pocket. He is all warmth and smooth edges. Light bounces off the water and paints his face in a soft glow. You wish you could capture the image the way he could. Somehow, though, an image wouldn’t do him justice. Sneaking up behind him, you curve your arms around his waist and press a soft kiss to his shoulder. He tips his head back to give you a loving bump before tracing your arms with the fingers of his left hand. 

“How was the rest of your shower?” he speaks in a low tone, not wanting to disrupt the sound of the waves. 

“Fine, standing proved a challenge after a few minutes, though.” you poke his shoulder with your nose in accusation. 

“Yeah? I’m sorry if I was a little excessive tonight, beautiful.” he reaches behind for you and pulls you around to his side, planting a quick kiss to your temple. 

“Don’t apologize for blowing my mind, Tae.” you spout with a smack to his tummy; he jumps lightly feigning injury. 

“Yes ma’am!” he concedes before glancing back out at the water, a serious look overtaking his face as he chews his lower lip. He takes a deep breath and takes your hand, leading you to the hammock. “Cuddle for a minute?” he asks so cutely you can’t possibly say no. 

“Well, duh, since when do you ask, anyway?” you laugh and let him lead you into the hammock with him, settling you between his long legs with your head against his chest. Stroking his legs gently, he swings the hammock just enough to let you both be rocked into a lull, seemingly in time with the ocean’s crashing waves. 

Just before you drift to sleep, Tae shifts to mess with his pockets. 

“You awake, love?” he asks gently. 

“Mmhmm,” you mumble, eyes still closed. 

He takes your hands into his large ones and turns them so your palms are facing up. Your eyes open when you feel a small weight drop in each hand. You peer down and see a ring in each, one small with a bright red stone and a much larger one with a braided band and a matching stone. 

“Tae...what are these? They’re beautiful.” you fiddle with them, his hands still cupping yours. 

He takes a deep breath behind you before explaining in a small voice, “I know it’s not the traditional color...but, we aren’t exactly traditional...and I didn’t want to propose with something less than unique.”

At the word “propose” you sit up and rotate the best you can from your spot in the hammock to look at his face. He looks nervous and shy, his eyes still looking at your small hands in his, his mouth tucked in a straight line making him look years younger than he is. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you put the pieces together and realize what this gesture means. “Tae...did you say...propose?” you choke out in a whisper. His eyes meet yours and they are glistening but not overflowing. He can only manage a chuckle and a nod as he squeezes your hands. “Oh my god, well if you’re waiting for a yes then yes, you big dummy!” clutching the rings to your chest as you plant a wet kiss on his waiting lips.

He laughs and leans back, eyes disappearing as his cheeks are forced up in a grin. “Really? That’s what you have to say?” he kisses all over your face as you wiggle in protest. He snatches the smaller ring and places it on your finger, kissing it for good measure.

“Are you surprised?...but Tae, why are there two?” you ask.

His sweet playful face drops into a taunting expression, one dark eyebrow raised. “These fingers,” he gestures, “could use another ring, couldn’t they? I know you like them, anyway. Why shouldn’t I get one, too? Can’t I show off that I’m taken? Hmm?” 

You roll your eyes and give him a shove before snatching the ring and sliding it slowly onto his vacant fourth finger. Turning them gently, you lace his fingers with yours and gently circle your thumbs over the ropy veins on the backs of his hands. A tear escapes as you look down at those hands. “You really wanna marry me, huh?” you ask quietly.

Tae wraps you in a firm hug and sways back and forth to set the hammock swinging again. “Absolutely. I’ve never been surer of anything,” he confesses through kisses to your temple. “I love you, ____. I’ve never known a love like this. I know we aren’t perfect, but no real masterpiece is. I just know it's gotta be you and me.” 

“I love you, too, Tae. I don’t know what to say...you’ve always been it for me.” You continue to rock in the hammock, a tangle of limbs and gentle kisses until you both settle deeper into each other.

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Waves crash along the shore in front of you but the sound is drowned out by Tae’s laughter. The two of you eat slowly as the sun drifts lower in the sky. You toss grapes into each others mouth and savor the bites of cheese Tae insists on feeding you himself. Every few bites or so he taunts you. Moving his hand in slowly before popping the morsel into his own mouth; eyes closed and shaking his head back and forth with a goofy smirk on his face. He is a total dork but he is your dork. He continues to play with you, his handsome face shifting from goofy to sexy at lightning speed. Conversation pauses are frequent but never awkward or uncomfortable. Sometimes you both end up taking slow sips of wine and letting your eyes wander over each other. You study the tiny mole under the end of his tall nose, the sharp curve of his lips. He is leaning with his head resting in one hand, long fingers tapping his temple as he flicks his thumb against his full bottom lip. His fingers, his lips...your thoughts slip further into a detailed analysis of his strong, sensual features.

“What are you thinking about?” he inquires, swirling the contents of his wine glass with his other hand and raising a dark brow in your direction. He sits his glass down on the table and straightens his posture.

Nudged out of your trance, you kick at him lightly with your bare foot, “just wondering how someone so childish can function.” Your warm smile ruins the sarcastic facade, however, and Tae chuckles lowly. He quickly snatches your foot to stop your kicking and pulls it into his lap to rest on his thigh. No witty comebacks enter your mind as his warm hands massage your foot. Your breathing increases slightly as his hand smooths up your calf and kneads the muscles there.

“I am glad I’m here with you, baby,” his deep voice drifting lazily through the warm tropical air, “you deserve to rest and relax. You work so hard and you still take such good care of me.” His hands move slowly over your leg, continuing his gentle massage.

You blush at all the compliments and try to look away. You yelp in surprise when he scoots his chair closer, forcing your legs to spread further. The long linen of your thin maxi dress drifts further up your thighs as Tae presses closer. The foot that had been in his lap is now pressed against his firm chest, knee bent.  Your nails dig into the armrest of the porch chair as your heart rate climbs, unaware of what he has planned.

Your mouth gapes and your chest heaves in surprise at the sensual scene unfolding across from you:

Taehyung grabs your ankle and lifts it to his shoulder, gently holding your foot in place his head turns to place hot, slow kisses on your ankle. His other hand barely applies pressure as his fingers stroke their way from your ankle to your knee and back, over and over. The look on his face makes you crave friction between your legs; his eyes are closed in a kind of trance as he drags his open mouth up your leg planting kisses every few seconds. 

“Oh my god, Taehyung,” you whine quietly as he continues his slow and meticulous worship of your skin. He moans sinfully at the sound of your voice. He hears your need. He hears you begging him wordlessly in the pitch of your whine. He can sense how much you want him to stop the foreplay and fuck you already. You can’t say those things while you are hypnotized by his mouth on your skin. 

“You’re just so beautiful, god I just want to kiss you for days...do you know what you do to me?” he utters between kisses to the warmth of your leg, hands continuing to squeeze and stroke you.

“Show me,” you manage to whisper. It’s not a challenge, you just need to him to paint his love for you on your body with whatever medium he chooses. His breath, his tongue, his cum--anything.

He pauses his kisses to look at you. Words fail to describe what he feels about you and he wants to make you understand so desperately that his lust-filled thoughts shift to access his artistic mind. Chest throbbing, he takes two long fingers and dips them into his wine glass. Eyes locked, you watch as he takes his wine-soaked fingers and drags them from your ankle towards your inner thigh. He breaks eye contact only to begin licking along the trail with his long tongue. You let out a moan and your head flops back in your chair. You hear the sound of him re-wetting his fingers. You feel his fingers, mouth, and tongue work their way up your leg until he has your whole leg hitched over his shoulder and he is out of his chair, on his knees in front of you.

Despite your senses urging you to relax back into your chair, you absolutely must watch him. The sight before you does not disappoint. In fact, it makes your desperate walls clench and gush into your panties. 

Taehyung is dragging his tongue over your inner thigh, both of your legs slung over his shoulders. His tan fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he licks and savors his way between your legs. You feel close to an orgasm with just this much contact. His caramel hair tickles your leg where it flops over his bandana. A wrinkle pinches his brows together. He is noisy as he kisses you.

“I love you so much...I need to taste you.” his voice shakes with his desire for you, “Can I, baby? Can I eat your pussy out right here?”  He drags his fingernails in circles over the skin of your inner thighs as he pleads, lip caught in his teeth.

“Yes, Tae do it please.” you manage to get out between panting breaths. You reach for his hands and place them under your dress, encouraging him to drag your panties away from your sopping wet core.

That’s all the green light he needs before he begins clawing at the cotton, lifting your hips just enough to slide the offending garment off your body and be thrown over his shoulder. If you didn’t know better you’d say he looks like some kind of predator, teeth clenched in a growl as he stalks the prey between your legs. His eagerness for you fuels a surge of confidence deep in your gut. Taehyung makes you feel powerful and beautiful as he seeks to satisfy his craving for you, knowing only you will satisfy his desire. He shoves your dress up around your hips before reaching under you to grab your ass and drag you forward to his open mouth.

“Oh fuck!” you wail as you toss your head back, a hand darting out to clutch the soft strands of his hair. Taehyung is passionate, noisy, and messy as he devours you. He drags a slow breath in through his nose as his plump lips connect with your lower ones. He makes out with your pussy like it's your mouth. You feel every flick of his tongue as he moans against you. His fingers grip your ass like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You open your eyes just wide enough to see your beautiful man work between your legs, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he pulls your pussy lips between his teeth gently before letting go.

“Fuck me...how do you taste so good, huh? You are so wet and sweet for me,” he groans out before shaking his head back and forth catching his nose on your clit, drawing a faint cry from you. He comes up for air again and looks at you “you know this is the only pussy I’ll ever want, right baby? You’re stuck with me.” He smirks before dragging his tongue from your clit, down your folds, into your clenching hole and all the way down to your ass. He circles the puckered hole briefly before traveling back up.

Now a moaning mess, you barely manage a nod. You comb your fingers through his hair gently. He holds eye contact with you as he continues the slow, teasing path of his tongue from clit to rosebud and then back up again. If he would just stay put somewhere, anywhere, you would come but that isn’t part of his plan just yet. He licks you slowly as one hand reaches for his wine glass.

“I could stare at this view all day, you know that? I’d paint it if I didn’t want to keep you all to myself.” He rumbles his confession between your legs, barely above a whisper. You watch, quivering as he slowly pours the wine over your pussy to spill on the ground beneath you. The delicate liquid stimulates your clit so lightly, you moan in frustration.

“I need more, please” you groan, squirming in your chair. He chuckles and strokes your thigh, “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you” he says before slurping at your pussy, tongue dragging through the damp trails of wine mixing with your own arousal. It feels like his sensual teasing has gone on forever, you are so wound up that you know just a little focused pressure will bring you over the edge. He lets another stream of wine trickle over your pussy as he finally adds his fingers to the equation, lightly swiping back and forth over your clit causing the wine to splash all over your inner thighs. He dives back in with his mouth and quickly sucks up every drop as he zeroes in on your spasming hole. He curves a hand around your leg and rubs your clit in circles as he lengthens his tongue and shoves it inside of you. His other hand reaches up and guides your hand, encouraging you to clutch his hair and grind yourself onto his face. You take the hint and begin to slowly circle your hips in figure-eights, his nose catching your clit in a steady rhythm as he growls into you. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming but you don’t want to let go just yet. You grind your self onto his tongue as he continues to circle your clit. He snakes his other arm up to your chest and yanks fabric of your dress down over your breast so he can feel your hardened nipple between his fingers. Based on the sounds he is making, he is enjoying himself just as much as you are. You are positively writhing under his touch, skin on fire with desire for him. You want him to obliterate you, put you back together and then ruin you again. 

The knot in your pelvis winds tighter and tighter, begging for release. “I’m, oh my god, Tae I’m gonna cum.” You moan and you feel him nod slightly as he increases his pace, urging you to your orgasm.

You come with a long shout, hoping there weren’t any unsuspecting fellow vacationers within a mile radius. Tae backs away from your pussy just to encourage you more, “that’s it, let it go, you are so fucking hot when you come.” He looks crazed, sweaty and the lower half of his face is absolutely shining with your release.

He is out of breath and so are you. Gasping for air, you find his eyes again, “Tae, where did that come from?” you pant.

“Do I need a reason to go down on you?” he quips playfully. You flail a weak hand at him and he dodges it easily. “I don’t know I just...a combination of things. You do something to my senses and I can’t explain it in words.” He confesses sweetly, massaging your naked thighs with his strong hands. His eyes glance over your breasts down to your quivering pussy and back up to your eyes. “I will never be able to make anything as beautiful as you.” Ever the artist, his professional worries rise to the surface even now, when he has ruined you with just his mouth.

You reach for him and lace your fingers together. You pull his hands up to your chest and place one on your breast and suck the fingers of the other, planting kisses on his fingertips. “You don’t need to make me, I’m right here. Just be here with me.” You release the fingers from your mouth as you watch him chew his bottom lip. He nods slowly, entranced by you in this light, at this moment. He drags a hand across his mouth and leans up to kiss you. It's slow at first, but it doesn’t take long for the pace to build again. “I love you so much,” he mumbles into your mouth. His other hand continues to squeeze your tits from where you placed it moments ago, though the grip has intensified. 

Your hips grind forward and from your new position, you can feel his erection, hot and rock-hard through his pants. Desperate for friction, you grind your clit against him as you continue to make out before he pulls back with a devilish smirk.

“Do you want something more, baby?” he taunts playfully between kisses. “I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock yet. I know you like these, is that what you want?” He had dragged his hand up your leg to your pussy as he spoke and he dipped two fingers into your hole, teasingly, making you jump.

“Yes, god, I love your fucking hands, Tae.” you moan into his mouth as you suck at his tongue. Arousal gushes out of you at the prodding of his long fingers.

“I know you do, I’ve seen you watch me while I work...do you get wet watching me paint? You like these fingers, want them inside of you, huh?” He touches his forehead to yours and can feel you nod before he slams two fingers inside of you. You are so wet from your last orgasm, his saliva, and the wine--he slips in with no resistance.

“Ohhhh!” you moan as he begins pumping two fingers in and out, thumb flicking over your clit as he goes. He curls his fingers and the rough pads find your g-spot with practiced ease.

“I can feel you squeezing me, fuck, how are you so tight for me? I’ve fucked this pussy open so many times...how are you so good to me, huh?” The filth pours out of his mouth as he comes unhinged, seeing your writhe under his fingertips has his mind spinning out of control. His other hand drags from your naked chest up to your throat and he feels you clench tighter.

“You want this, don’t you? Want to feel these hands fucking ruin you?” he growls into your mouth, barely able to kiss between your panting breaths.

“God yes, I want it!” you moan and he squeezes your throat just a little tighter as he fingers you into another orgasm. 

He knows your body so well, he lets go of your throat just as your orgasm hits, throwing you over the edge and causing your vision to blur with pleasure.

He slows his fingers inside of you, easing you down from the rush of your high. His other hand moves from your neck to running through your hair, placing delicate kisses over your forehead, eyelids, and the tip of your nose.

“You feel okay?” he whispers. You laugh, feeling drunk from the two orgasms he gave you. Unable to formulate a coherent response you manage a thumbs up. Taehyung throws his head back with a laugh, boxy smile on full display. “I’ll take that as a good sign, champ,” he mocks, returning the gesture.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you whine and smack his chest, pulling him forward for another passionate kiss.

“Damn, woman, vacation does things to you” he chuckles into your mouth around your inquisitive tongue. You were clearly still aroused and ready for more. 

“I might say the same about you, mister.” you return with a playful grab of his ass. He growls into your mouth, “Now who’s teasing?”

You chuckle and continue to make out, hands wandering as he kneels between your legs. He moves to your neck, sucking bruises into your skin and teasing with his teeth. You run your hands over his chest and down to his crotch, giving his cock a firm squeeze and earning you a groan.

“You want more?” he whispers into the crook of your neck.

“With you? Hell yes,” you whisper back. He gives you a maniacal grin before shooting to his feet. “Then get up here,” he challenges. You reach your arms up with a pout and he yanks you up, causing you to boost yourself up and lock your legs around his waist. He grunts as he squeezes your ass with both hands. “Hope you can handle it, babe, it’s gonna be a long night,” he taunts as he bites your lower lip.

“Sign me the fuck up,” you groan back, hands scraping over his scalp to grab fistfuls of hair. “Show me how I inspire you,” you wiggle your eyebrows at him suggestively. 

“Mmmm, tonight you aren’t just the inspiration---I hope you’re ready to be the canvas.” He pulls you closer to him with a squeeze as he carries you through the curtains and into the airy bedroom. 

You have no idea what he has in mind but you are sure it will add to this being the best vacation ever.

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You are tempted to laugh him off, but Tae has a way of being rather creative--especially in the bedroom. “Alright, I’ll bite--what do you have in mind?” you taunt, rising up on your knees to plant teasing kisses to his cheek, “should I get your ties? The blindfold, maybe?...” 

Tae hums, leaning into your space as if to kiss you, enjoying your suggestions but shaking his head, “I think we need some cards.” His baritone chuckle reverberates through the dark room.

You pull back, “Like, regular old cards? Are we gonna play strip poker or something?” 

“Better than strip poker, by far.” He oozes playful confidence, though you can barely see him in the darkened room. “We need some light and a deck of cards and I think we’ll be golden.”

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A few minutes after acquiring your supplies, you and Tae are facing each other cross-legged on your bed. The room is lit by a purple plastic lantern you found in the hall closet, dousing you both in a sultry glow as you both hold your cards close to your faces. 

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, “a nine of clubs?” he asks. 

“Go fish. When is this gonna get more exciting?” you tease but Tae’s not having it.

“Any moment now, babe. Whenever someone gets a pair, the winner gets to put a hickey anywhere they want. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” He scooches closer so your knees are touching. 

You won’t admit it yet, but this is actually really fun. Tae is so good at coming up with quirky ways to make memories, you’re sure tonight will be another great one. “Seven of diamonds.”

“Eh HEH! Go fish!” he crows. You groan and draw another card. 

“Don’t be a party pooper. Alright, my turn--king of hearts!,” he demands. He does a little dance with his shoulders as you pass him the card, eyebrows fluttering cartoonishly. He tosses the pair of cards on the floor and rubs his hands together maniacally.

You can’t help but laugh at him, he’s acting like a teenager at a slumber party playing spin-the-bottle. “Alright, hot stuff, where’s this hickey going?” You toss your hair back and lean forward to give him some open real estate to work with.

Taehyung’s face changes in a fraction of a second. He licks his bottom lip slowly and shakes his head. “Not there, baby.” He leans across the pile of cards and pushes your back to the headboard. His hand drifts from your ankle up to your knee and he pushes your legs apart, earning a faint gasp from your lips. He gives a dark chuckle before placing his lips on your inner thigh, just below the hem of your shorts. He pecks lightly, then licks in teasing circles before latching onto the skin and sucking a deep mark on the sensitive area. You are gripping your comforter so tight you might rip holes in it and biting your lip to stifle a moan. He hums while he kisses your leg and then leans back to examine his work. “Hmm...beautiful. Your turn,” he whispers into your thigh before giving you a quick peck and scooting back to collect his cards.

You haven’t moved from your slouched and panting position against the headboard. Tae looks at you with a smirk. “What’s the matter, baby? Come on, make your call.”

Your competitive spirit is awakened by Tae’s taunts. Flipping the switch on whatever sex appeal you know how to wield, you crawl forward on all fours toward him. Back arched, ass out, you lean back and whip your hoodie up over your head and onto the floor. 

Tae’s eyes widen into cartoonish circles as he watches your soft hair tumble back down around your face. Looking at you on your knees with your cheeks flushed, eyelashes batting flirtatiously against your cheeks—he loses focus just long enough to tip his cards low in his lap. 

 Leaning forward further, your breasts squeeze together just enough to peak tantalizingly out of your low tank. You pause inches from Tae’s warm, parted lips and whisper in the sexiest voice you can muster, “six of spades.”

Your eyes flick down to his lap long enough to see his dick twitch beneath the soft fabric of his sweatpants. The glow from the purple lantern is suddenly sinful. Still on your knees, you lift a hand to hook your finger under his chin. “Shirt off, TaeTae.”

“Oh my god,” he groans as he pulls the layer over his head and banished it to some forgotten corner of your bedroom cave. Leaning back on his hands, he presents himself to you. You are in no rush, allowing your eyes to frolic over the beautifully smooth softness of his chest. Pushing him further down on his back you nudge him so his legs are spread around you with your face just above his pelvis. The tent in his pants has grown ridiculous. You palm him through the fabric with one hand and pull his waistband down with the other hand. Just enough so that his smooth hip bone is visible. He has begun to make the most amazing sounds. His head is thrown back over the edge of the bed, hands digging into his hair, Adam’s apple bobbing—you want to ruin him and win this dumb game at the same time. You lower your mouth to his hip and bite and suck; loud and sloppy. The mark you leave behind spreads wide much like the heat in your panties as you look at Tae stretched so thin under you. 

After leaving your mark, you pop back into your spot and retrieve your cards. “Well, it’s your turn,” you deliver as flatly as possible.

Tae heavens himself up with a loud, awkward groan. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he whines, rubbing his hands over his face before looking down at his crotch with a sigh. He looks back up at you with his comical pout stamped firmly on his handsome face. “I’ve changed my mind, games are dumb, can we please have lots and lots of sex like, immediately?”

Your “duh” barely leaves your lips before a crazed, shirtless, Tae shoves the cards off the bed in a cloud and tackles you to the mattress and yanks your shorts and panties down. “Babe, if I say ‘dating you is the biggest win’ or something equally cheesy and sweet will you let me cum on your tits?” he offers between frantic kisses to your thighs and quaking pussy lips. 

“Oh my fucking shit, Tae you can finish wherever you want if you eat me out,” you moan and ramble as you reach for his shaggy hair.

“Just your pussy or can I eat your ass, too?” he deals.

“Fuck, yes, all of it, any of it. Wait, so who won the fucking card game?!” Your head pops up enough to see him rolling his eyes from his position between your legs.

“Oh my god, woman, just let me stick my tongue inside you.”