1.Wake up baby 18+

"Y/n," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Wake up for me, just a little."

She stirred, her body responding to the warmth of his breath against her ear, the firm press of his chest against her back. Taehyung's hands were everywhere-trailing down her side, gripping her hip, sliding between her legs. She moaned softly, still half-asleep, as his fingers found the soft, wet heat of her pussy.

"You're so beautiful," he growled, his lips brushing the curve of her shoulder. "I couldn't wait."

Y/n's mind was foggy, her body instinctively arching into his touch. She felt the weight of him pressing against her, the hard length of his cock sliding against her skin. Her breath hitched as he nudged her legs apart, his arousal hot and insistent against her entrance.

"Taehyung," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn't answer, his lips sealing over hers in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he pushed inside her, inch by inch, filling her completely. Y/n gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, his body claiming hers with an intensity that left her trembling.

"You're mine," he breathed against her neck, his voice rough with need. "All mine."

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Hours earlier, Y/n had been sleeping soundly, the soft rise and fall of her chest the only movement in the dark room. The bed was warm, the blankets cocooning her in a comforting embrace. It was 2 a.m., the house quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. She was a deep sleeper, the kind who could sleep through storms or alarms, and tonight was no exception.

Taehyung had come home late, the weight of the day still heavy on his shoulders. He slipped into the house, the door clicking shut behind him, and made his way upstairs. The sight of Y/n sleeping peacefully in their bed made him pause, a soft smile tugging at his lips. She looked so serene, so perfect, and for a moment, he just stood there, watching her.

He moved quietly, not wanting to wake her, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water was hot, washing away the tension of the long day, but his mind was already elsewhere. By the time he stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, his thoughts were consumed by her.

Taehyung walked back into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to Y/n's sleeping form. He dropped the towel to the floor and climbed into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He lay down beside her, his body instinctively seeking hers. She shifted in her sleep, her back pressing against his chest, and he couldn't help but pull her closer.

His hand slid down her side, his fingertips brushing over the curve of her hip. He hesitated for just a moment before slipping his hand under the hem of her shirt, his palm warm against her skin. His breath hitched as his fingers trailed lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch her.

He gently tugged her panties down, his fingers tracing the softness of her inner thighs. His cock twitched against her, already hard and aching, and he bit back a groan as he pressed his erection against her ass. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the nape of her neck as his hand found its way between her legs.

Y/n didn't wake, her body still limp with sleep, but she murmured something unintelligible as his fingers teased her folds. Taehyung's heart raced, the sound of her soft moan sending a jolt of desire through him. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his fingers slowly circling her clit, and he couldn't help but smile when her hips shifted slightly, her body responding even in her sleep.

He pulled his hand away, his breathing uneven, and reached down to push his boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and he wasted no time positioning himself behind her. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other guiding himself to her entrance. He pressed the tip of his cock against her, hissing softly at the sensation, and then slowly pushed inside.

Y/n stirred, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing again. Taehyung groaned low in his throat, his hips pressing against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt. He stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding him, before he began to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, shallow and deliberate, but it didn't take long for his restraint to slip. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his pace quickening as he pushed deeper, each stroke more forceful than the last. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Y/n," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Feel me."

She moaned softly, her body starting to respond even as she remained half-asleep. Taehyung kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her ear as he continued to thrust into her. His breath was hot against her skin, his words a mix of Korean and English, each one laced with desperation.

"You're so tight," he growled, his hips snapping against hers. "So fucking perfect."

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, her mind slowly registering what was happening. She blinked, her body arching instinctively as Taehyung's cock hit that perfect spot inside her. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her hands gripping the sheets as pleasure washed over her.

"Taehyung," she breathed, her voice shaky.

He didn't stop, his thrusts growing harder, more frantic. His hands moved to her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She gasped, her back arching as he tugged on them, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice low and possessive. "Say it."

Y/n's moan turned into a cry as he shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside her again and again. Her hands reached back, gripping his thighs as she pressed herself against him, her body begging for more.

"Yours," she panted, her voice barely audible. "Always yours."

He growled in response, his hands moving to her hips again as he pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. Y/n's head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closing as pleasure consumed her.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Now."

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