Episode 11: Sinfully Yours
Warning: This chapter contains mature content intended for readers 18+. Proceed at your own risk.
His hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking it so damn perfectly, I nearly lost my mind. Fuck, he was too good at this... I buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, our lips crashing together in a slow, heated kiss. At first, it was innocent, almost sweet. But that didn't last long.
We were kissing like sinners—tongues, teeth, need. And I didn't want to be saved.
Tae's mouth trailed down my body like it was his personal playground, and the moment he wrapped his lips around me, I let out a broken moan.
"Daddy... uhh—"
He moaned in response, tightening his mouth around my cock.
"My baby is so naughty, huh?" he teased in that sultry, sinful voice. And then he gave me the best head I've ever had.
My moans echoed off the walls. His tongue worked magic, his lips dragging slow and tight. But eventually, it got too much. I was going to cum way too fast.
"Please stop, baby," I panted, eyes fluttering. He gave a wicked smirk and pulled away.
I pulled him up and kissed him hard, our lips meeting with messy desperation. My hands slipped down to his ass and squeezed. He groaned.
"Do you want to be the bottom, or should I be?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.
Holy fuck. That voice always turns my brain to mush.
"Fuck me, babe. Fuck me till I can't feel my legs."
"Condom?" he asked.
"Who cares? You know we always go raw. Lube's in the drawer," I whispered.
Tae was already moving, grabbing the lube and slicking himself up. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, back arched, my cheek pressed to the bed. Doggystyle. No idea how I got there, but I wasn't complaining.
He was careful—he always is. He rubbed my lower back, whispering soothing things while I tried to breathe through the stretch. It had been a while.
"You okay, baby?"
I nodded, eyes wet, lip bitten.
"Good... tell me if you want me to stop, alright?"
He slowly began to push in, filling me inch by inch. When he was fully inside, he didn't move. He just held me, kissed the back of my neck, massaged my hips.
That's what I love about him. Tae always puts me first. Always waits till I'm ready. Never pushes. Never demands.
I turned my head to kiss him. He met my lips, still buried inside me, still not moving.
His hands found my nipples, teasing them until I whimpered. Then he began to thrust.
Slow. Deep. Controlled.
And I lost my damn mind.
"Daddy... fuck... fuck me brainless... make me forget my own name," I cried.
He chuckled, dark and breathless. "My baby wants to be a good girl tonight?"
"Yes, Daddy. I want to be your good girl."
That was all he needed. He began pounding into me, faster, deeper, rougher—but never cruel. Just… intense. My body was shaking from the pleasure.
"Tae! Fuck! More! Please!" I cried, my voice breaking with each thrust.
"You're doing so well for me, baby," he murmured against my ear. "You're taking me so good."
His balls slapped against me with every hard thrust. My moans filled the room, desperate and broken. I felt myself slipping away. I was already cumming, my body jerking forward as I painted the sheets.
"F-fuck, I'm cumming," I gasped.
And then he did too—his moan low and ragged as he came deep inside me. He held me close, keeping us connected while we both panted, soaked in sweat and ecstasy.
We stayed like that for minutes—he didn't pull out. I didn't ask him to.
Eventually, he cleaned us up, gently carrying me to the bathroom. We washed together, his hands soft and warm. When he tried to clean the cum out of me, I stopped him.
"Let it stay," I whispered.
He blinked, surprised. But he nodded.
We dried off, ordered a new blanket—mine was a mess—and returned to bed. Ran-jin had already taken Yoongi home. Jiang was still crying earlier, but when she heard I needed a blanket, she said something that made me blush.
"This boy can't even wait. Just like his father."
Tae chuckled as he tucked me into the freshly made bed. He lay down beside me, pulling me to his chest. I curled into him, finally letting sleep take over.
Was I a little whore for needing sex before sleep? Maybe.
But I was his little whore.
And tonight, I felt loved.
— Author's Note: Hi darlings~ sorry for the delay in updates. I've been dealing with a lot lately, including the death of a close friend. But your support means everything to me. Thank you for sticking around.
P.S. I did some research—yes, male pregnancy is rare and risky, but this is fiction. So if Kim ever ends up pregnant… well, just go with it 😉
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