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꒰ ❛ 𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚂 ❜ ꒱
⁺꒷✦꒦𓄼 ┊ 敵対恋人.書籍┊ · ࣪𐇵 ❟ 𓄹 ࣪˖ ∿ ✦ If you could read my mind, i'm pretty sure you'd either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both. ❞
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I stumble a few times thanks to the few glasses of champagne I had and to the high heels, but Taehyung is quick to pick me up when I nearly fall and keep us moving.
He doesn't say a word as he leads me from the house and straight to a dark, sleek car parked outside. He swings open the door and practically throws me inside. I splay out on the backseat, waiting for his terror as he climbs in beside me.
He slams the door shut and tells hanbin in the front seat to drive us home before he pushes a button for the partition between us and hanbin to close. Once it's shut, he turns to me.
He's calm. Way too calm. And it's scaring me.
"Taehyung," I whisper. I'm about to apologize when he suddenly grabs me and pulls me closer. His mouth is crashing down on mine before I can even comprehend what's happening.
He doesn't ask if this is okay. He doesn't even ask if I want him. He just takes. And I am so incredibly turned on that I feel like I could catch on fire.
This kiss is so powerful that I can feel little tremors erupting all throughout my body. I've never been kissed before, but I didn't think my first time would be like this. This kiss is raw, rough, and possessive. He kisses me with bruising force, like the world is coming to an end and we only have a few moments left to live.
His tongue prods at my lips until I open my mouth for him, letting him in. Our tongues entwine in a desperate need for each other.
He pulls back, and I struggle to catch my breath. "You drive me crazy," he admits before his mouth is on mine again.
I'm boneless in his arms, a weak mess, and he takes the opportunity to conquer me. I'm trembling as his hands explore my body. He roughly grabs my breasts through my dress, kneading them until my nipples are hard peaks.
Then, his hands go lower...lower until they're lifting up my dress. He breaks the kiss to stare down at my thighs, and I can hear him sigh in relief as he whispers, "A thong."
