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Ex Professor Husband -last part (#smut)

Taehyung didn't wait for her to finish her last bite. He reached across the small table, gripped her waist with his uninjured hand, and pulled her upward. Before she could protest, he guided her back toward the bed, a low growl vibrating in his chest.

​Taehyung pushed her back onto the silk sheets, hovering over her. His eyes were dark, a far cry from the composed professor she knew.

​Y/N: ( looked up at him, her breath hitching as she glanced at the thick white gauze on his right hand.) "Wait... Taehyung, your hand is injured. How are you going to handle me with just one?"

​Taehyung:( He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. He let out a dark, husky chuckle.) "Don't worry about the hand, baby. I have a mouth, one good arm, and a lot of built-up frustration. I can make you scream without using a single finger if I have to."

​She gasped as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over the mark he had left before.

YN :"Taehyung—"

​Taehyung: "Shh. You wanted to play, right? Now you have to deal with the consequences."

​His left hand, strong and steady, slid underneath the hem of the oversized shirt. He let out a satisfied hum when his palm met her bare skin,

his fingers splayed across her hip before moving upward. He was mindful of his bandaged hand, keeping it propped up on the pillow beside her head so he wouldn't put weight on it, but it only made the situation more intense—he had to use his body and his lips to pin her down.
​He moved his kisses from her neck to the hollow of her throat, his hand roaming higher inside the shirt.

Taehyung :"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. But I think I prefer you in nothing at all."

​Y/N:( She arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.) "I thought you were... tired, Mr. Kim."

​He pulled back for a second, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as his hand found the curve of her waist.

Taehyung :"I’m never too tired for you. In fact, I think I’ve just found a whole new source of energy."

​He captured her lips in a deep, demanding kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand continued its slow, torturous exploration.

Taehyung hovered over her, his breathing heavy and ragged as he looked down at her.
​Taehyung: "Open the shirt, Y/N. I want to see what's mine."
​ Her fingers trembled as she reached for the first button. She moved tentatively, her heart racing so fast she thought it might burst. She popped one button, then the second, her movements agonizingly slow as she felt his intense gaze burning into her skin.

​Taehyung: (Letting out a frustrated, low growl) "You are so slow at everything. Do you want me to die of anticipation?"

​Y/N:(She glared up at him, her face flushed deep red.) "I'm trying! My hands are shaking because of you, you arrogant..."

​She didn't finish the sentence, instead pulling the last few buttons apart. She didn't remove the shirt entirely, letting it hang off her shoulders, framing her body in the white fabric. Taehyung’s eyes darkened to a near-black as he took her in.

​Taehyung: (Leaning down, his voice a gravelly, unconscious whisper) "God, you're so beautiful... I want to leave marks on every inch of you so everyone knows who you belong to."

​Y/N: She bit her lip, her toes curling. "Stop... you're acting like a creep."

​Taehyung: "A creep who loves his wife," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers.
​The kiss was desperate, tasting of all the months they had spent apart.

He moved his path downward, his lips trailing fire along her jawline to her neck, and then further. Y/N arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her as he moved lower, his tongue grazing her skin. When he reached her belly, he paused, his breath hot against her skin, before he used his uninjured hand to find the center of her desire.​He slid a finger inside her, and Y/N’s head hit the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut.

​Y/N: "Ahh... Taehyung..."

​Taehyung choked back a groan, his forehead resting against hers.

Taehyung :"You're so tight... it's like you were made specifically for me. Are you really going to take all of me, Y/N?"

​Y/N couldn't answer with words. She could only moan, the pleasure building into a wave that threatened to crash over her. Taehyung’s own control was snapping. He quickly kicked off his pants, his movements hurried despite his bandaged hand.

​He positioned himself, looking into her eyes. Despite all their history, their marriage, and their fights, this was the first time they were truly becoming one. There was a moment of sharp, stinging pain as he entered her—a realization that they were both each other's first in every sense of the word.

​Taehyung:( He froze, his muscles corded and tense, waiting for her to adjust.) "I've got you. Just breathe, Y/N."

​
​It was a tight, stinging friction that caught them both off guard. Taehyung winced, his muscles locking as he felt the intense pressure. For him, it felt like being squeezed by fire; for her, it was a sharp, stretching ache that made her breath hitch.

​Y/N: "Wait... Taehyung, wait. It hurts."

​ He froze instantly, his forehead dripping with sweat. He gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles white—even the fingers of his bandaged hand twitched with the effort of holding himself back. He was in pain too, the sensation almost too much to bear, but he wouldn't move until she was ready.
Taehyung :"I’m not moving. I've got you. Just... breathe with me."

​They stayed like that for several long minutes, hearts hammering against each other. Slowly, the sharp sting began to fade into a heavy, pulsing heat.

​Y/N: (Her voice a shaky whisper) "Okay... move. You can move now."

​Taehyung let out a shaky breath and pushed forward, finally seating himself fully. They both let out a long, broken moan at the sensation of being completely connected for the very first time. He began to move in a slow, shallow rhythm, his movements clumsy but filled with a raw, desperate tenderness.

​Taehyung: "I'm sorry... I know I'm hurting you. I’m not... I’m not an expert at this. It’s my first time, Y/N. I don't really know what I'm doing."
​He leaned down, kissing the tears from the corners of her eyes.

​Taehyung: "But I promise... I'll become an expert soon. We’ll practice until I know exactly how to make you forget the pain."

​Y/N: (She let out a weak, breathless laugh, feebly slapping his bare chest) "Shameless... you’re so shameless."

​Taehyung: (A dark, beautiful smirk spread across his lips as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more confident) "We are currently doing the most shameless thing possible, wife. Might as well talk about it."

​As he moved within her, the initial pain began to dissolve, replaced by a mounting, rhythmic pleasure that clouded their minds.

Taehyung let out a low, guttural groan, his body tensing as he finally found his release, while Y/N’s body shook beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she collapsed into the pillows.

​For a few minutes, the only sound was the synchronized thumping of their hearts. Taehyung collapsed onto her, his head resting in the crook of her neck, his skin slick with sweat. He stayed there, heavy and warm, grounding them both after the storm.

​Y/N: (Whispering breathlessly) "Taehyung... I can't... I think I'm paralyzed."

​He didn't answer at first. He simply shifted, propping himself up on his uninjured elbow to look down at her. His hair was a mess, his eyes were still dark with a lingering, unquenched hunger, and his lips were swollen from her kisses.
​A slow, predatory smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
​Taehyung: "Paralyzed? That’s a shame."

​He reached down with his good hand, his fingers grazing the inside of her knee, slowly pushing her legs apart again.

​Y/N: "Wait... what are you doing? We just—"

​Taehyung: "I told you I was going to become an expert, didn't I?" He leaned down, his voice a husky, dangerous vibration against her lips. "Open your legs, baby. I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

​Y/N:( She looked up at him, her eyes wide.) "Taehyung, you’re injured! You should be resting!"

​Taehyung: "I'll rest when you can't even remember your own name. Now, stop talking."

​He didn't give her a chance to protest further. He claimed her mouth again, more demanding than before, as he moved back into her. This time, the clumsiness was gone, replaced by a fierce, possessive rhythm that proved he was a very fast learner. The second round was longer, more intense, and left them both completely breathless, tangled in the sheets of the bed they had finally claimed as theirs.

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Ex Professor husband 2 is coming tonight 💜

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New story coming tonight: Ex Professor Husband – Part 1 👀

When the new professor is your ex-husband who divorced you… but now wants you back.

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House of cards 4 ( #smut)

​Y/N: (Her eyes snapped open, wide and panicked) "No! I—I’m not! Get away! Go to sleep!"

​She tried to pull the duvet over her head, but Taehyung was faster. He gripped the edge of the blanket and tossed it to the foot of the bed. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, crawling over the mattress until he was positioned between her parted legs.

​TAEHYUNG: "This is normal in pregnancy, Y/N. Your body is just being honest, even if your pride isn't. Do you want my help?"
​Y/N: "Don't touch me! Go away, Taehyung!"
​TAEHYUNG: (Leaning down, his nose grazing hers, his breath hot on her lips) "Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you don't want me to take this ache away?"
​Y/N: (Her voice failing her as she felt his heat) "... the baby... we can't..."
​TAEHYUNG: (A low, dark chuckle) "Don't worry. I’ll be careful with both of you."

​He didn't wait for another protest. He reached down, his large hand cupping her through her lace panties. He didn't move fast; he just applied a steady, firm pressure, his thumb tracing the sensitive seam.

​Y/N: (Arching her back, a long, desperate moan breaking from her throat) "... please..."

​Her body had been starved of this touch for months. She felt her muscles clench around the sensation, her mind finally giving up the fight against her desires. Taehyung watched her face, drinking in her vulnerability. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside.
​He began to rub her slowly, his touch practiced and rhythmic.

​TAEHYUNG: "See? You don't have to fight me tonight. Just let me take care of you."


Taehyung moved up her body, his lips claiming hers in a deep, wet kiss that tasted of desire and dominance. He trailed his mouth down to her throat, his tongue hot against her pulse point, driving a series of desperate moans from her chest.

​He reached for the hem of her sweater, sliding it up and over her head to reveal her swollen, sensitive breasts. The pregnancy had made them fuller, the veins tracing faint blue lines under her pale skin.

​TAEHYUNG: (His voice a dark, gravelly hum) "Look at you... so beautiful."

​He began to massage them with his large hands, his palms kneading the soft tissue with a firm, rhythmic pressure that made Y/N gasp. Her head fell back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut as she abandoned herself to the sensation.

​Then, he leaned down. He took one dark, turgid nipple between his lips, his tongue circling the tip with a slow, torturous heat. He sucked strongly, the vacuum sent a jolt of electricity straight to her womb. Y/N arched her back, her fingers tangling in the sheets, her voice breaking into a high, wordless sound of pure need.
​He teased her, catching the peak between his teeth and tugging gently before soothing the sharp sting with a swirl of his tongue. He pulled her nipple deep into his mouth, his jaw working as he drank in the sounds of her pleasure.
​Suddenly, he pulled away with a wet, echoing pop sound, leaving the skin glistening and dark in the dim light.

​Y/N let out a long, shuddering cry, her hips jerking upward instinctively. She didn't call his name—she couldn't bring herself to utter the name of the man she hated—but her body was screaming for more.

​Taehyung looked at her, his eyes black with a mix of lust and possessiveness. He moved his hand back down, his fingers slick as he returned to the heat between her legs, determined to make her forget everything but the fire he was stoking in her blood.

Taehyung moved lower, his hands sliding down to her large, round belly. He stopped there for a moment, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the center of her stomach. His hot breath seeped into her skin, a silent promise to the child growing inside her.

​Taehyung: (In a low, dark whisper against her skin) "You can hate me, Y/N... but you can't tell your body to stop wanting me."

​He continued his journey down, his head moving between her thighs. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. She had never felt anything like this before. The air in the room was cold, but his breath was a scorching fire against her most private heat.

​She looked down for a split second. She saw him there, kneeling between her legs, looking back at her with eyes that were black with a terrifying hunger. The sight was too much. Her head fell back against the pillows, her eyes squeezing shut. She didn't want to see the man she thought was a monster—but she needed him.

​Taehyung: "Open your legs for me, my love. Let me see how much you need me."

​Without waiting, he grabbed her legs and pulled her ankles up over his broad shoulders. The position left her completely open, her swollen belly making her feel vulnerable and heavy. Taehyung didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her sensitive core in a wet, expert stroke.

​Y/N let out a broken scream, her fingers digging into the mattress. He wasn't being gentle; he was eating her like a starving man. Then, he did something that made her world tilt—he pushed his tongue deep inside her.

​Y/N: (Her voice a shattered sob) "Tae... please... oh fuck..."

​She felt the wet, rhythmic pressure of his tongue swirling inside her while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. It was too much sensation. She felt the pressure building deep inside—a heavy, tight coil that was ready to snap. She was so sensitive, so wet, and the way he was devouring her made her feel like she was melting into the bed.

​Taehyung looked up again, watching her face as she lost control. He reached up, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head so she couldn't hide her face.

​Taehyung: "Look at me, Y/N. Don't you dare close your eyes. I want you to see exactly who is making you feel this way. I want you to see the man who owns you."

​He increased the speed, his mouth working with a relentless, dirty rhythm. Y/N’s hips jerked, her legs shaking against his shoulders as the first wave of her climax hit her like an explosion. It was so intense she felt like she was drowning. Her muscles clenched around his tongue, her voice rising in a long, desperate cry of pure pleasure.

​Taehyung didn't stop until she was completely limp and shivering. He crawled back up her body, his chest heaving, his mouth glistening with her. He hovered over her, his face inches from hers.

​Taehyung: "You're mine, Y/N. Every drop of you. Every moan. You belong to me."

​He kissed her deeply, tasting her on his own lips, forcing her to accept the dark, addictive heat of him.

Taehyung stayed over her for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall as she tried to find her breath. He reached for a box of tissues on the nightstand. Even though he had licked her skin clean, he was obsessed with making sure she was comfortable. He wiped her thighs with a slow, steady hand, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man with blood on his hands.

​Once he was satisfied, he pulled the thick, heavy blanket up to her chin, tucking her in as if she were a precious doll. He didn't say a word. He just looked at her one last time—his eyes still dark and unsatisfied—before turning away.
​Y/N watched him walk toward the bathroom. His back was tense, his muscles tight with the effort of holding back. The door clicked shut, but the walls of the cabin were thin in the silence of the night.

​A moment later, the sound of the shower started, but it didn't drown out what came next.

​A deep, pained groan echoed from behind the door. It was low, guttural, and raw—the sound of a man finally letting go of the control he had kept all day.

​Y/N laid there in the dark, her body still humming from his touch. Hearing him groan like that—knowing she was the one who caused that desperation—made her heart race. She was supposed to hate him. He was the man who took everything from her.

​But as she listened to the sound of his voice from the bathroom, she realized she wasn't just his prisoner. He was a prisoner of his own obsession for her, too.

​She curled onto her side, her hand resting on her belly. The baby kicked, a small reminder of the bond she could never break.

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His replaced bride -bonus (#smut)

YN: "Tae... look at me, I can't even stand properly. Let's just sleep tonight, okay? You’ve been running around all day, and I’m exhausted too."

​Taehyung didn't stop. He reached her in two long strides, his hands sliding around her waist to steady her, pulling her body flush against his heat. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over her jawline before nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.

​Taehyung: "Who said anything about you standing? You don't need your feet for what I’m going to do to you. I’ve spent the whole wedding watching you in that dress, thinking about how much I want to hear you moan my name. My 'tiredness' disappeared the moment I saw you unzip that silk."

​His voice dropped to a dark, gravelly register that sent a shiver straight down YN’s spine.

​Taehyung: "I’m going to make you forget about that ankle. I’m going to make you feel so much pleasure that the only thing you’ll be able to focus on is me inside you. I’m going to taste every part of you until you’re begging me for more."

​He didn't give her a chance to argue. He lifted her easily, laying her back against the pillows. His mouth crashed onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of pure possession. His hands traveled up her thighs, pushing her dress up until his skin met hers.

​Taehyung: (Voice like gravel) "I've been imagining this since the moment you stepped into that dress. Every man at that wedding was looking at you, but they didn't know... they didn't know how loud you moan when I mark you like this."

​He sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of her shoulder, leaving a dark mark before moving lower. He reached her breasts, his large, warm palms cupping them, weighing them as if they were the most precious things he’d ever touched. He began a slow, torturous play, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were aching and hard. He took one peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking firmly, his other hand kneading the other breast with a possessive grip.

​​YN: "Tae... stop... you’re so bad," she whimpered, even as she arched her back toward him. "You know I can't move much... you're taking advantage of me..."
​
​Taehyung looked up, a dark, wicked glint in his eyes as he moved his mouth down to her belly, his hot breath fanning over her skin.

​Taehyung: (Chuckling darkly against her skin) "I’m taking exactly what’s mine. If being 'bad' means cherishing every inch of this body until you can't think straight, then I'm the worst man alive."

​His hand slid lower, his fingers disappearing between her thighs. He found her core, already slick and swollen for him. He began to rub her clit with a rhythmic, expert pressure, his thumb circling and pressing just the way he knew she liked.

​Taehyung: "Look how wet you are for me, YN. This is what I do to you, isn't it? Just the thought of me makes you melt."

​He increased the pace, his fingers working a dirty trick—sliding one inside her while his thumb continued to tease her clit, creating a friction that had YN sobbing his name.

​YN: "Taehyung... I can't... I’m going to—"
​Taehyung: "Not yet. I haven't even started with you."
He remove both of their cloths. ​He moved her legs, carefully lifting them and resting her ankles over his broad shoulders. He looked at her, his expression raw and filled with a terrifyingly beautiful lust.

​Taehyung: "Keep your legs right there, baby. It won't hurt your ankle... but I’m going to hit you so deep you’ll feel me in your soul. I want to feel every muscle in your body clench around me while I take you."

​He entered her in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling her completely. The air left YN’s lungs in a sharp gasp. He didn't wait; he began to move with a fierce, driving intensity, his hips slamming against hers.

​Taehyung: "Tell me how it feels. Tell me you want your 'bad' husband to go deeper."
​YN: (Voice breaking) "Deeper! Please, Tae... it feels so good... I’m yours!"

​The room was filled with the sound of his low growls and her high-pitched moans, a symphony of a love that had grown from a cold contract into a fire that would never burn out.

The tension in the room reached a breaking point, the air thick with the scent of sweat and pheromones. Taehyung’s pace became frantic, his muscles rippling under the moonlight as he drove into her with a raw, primal rhythm. YN’s fingers dug into his biceps, her head tossing back as the waves of pleasure began to crash over her.

​Taehyung: (Voice breaking, a low growl escaping his throat) "That’s it... give it all to me, YN. Come for me, baby!"

​YN’s body suddenly tightened, a high-pitched cry escaping her lips as her walls clenched around him in a powerful, rhythmic release. Just seconds later, Taehyung let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he followed her into the abyss, pouring every ounce of his love and desire into her.

​They stayed like that for a moment, hearts thumping against each other, the only sound in the room being their ragged, heavy breathing. But as YN started to relax, thinking the storm had passed, Taehyung shifted. He didn't pull away. Instead, he looked down at her, his eyes still dark, a smoldering ember of lust still burning deep within.

​He reached down, his fingers gently but firmly grasping her chin, forcing her to look at him.

​Taehyung: (A wicked, dark smirk playing on his lips) "Open wide, baby. I'm not done with you yet. We have the whole night, and I plan on making up for every second I had to spend away from you today."

​YN looked up at him, her eyes heavy and hooded. Despite her exhaustion, a playful, mischievous glint returned to her gaze. She slowly followed his command, but as she did, she let her tongue slide over her bottom lip, her eyes challenging him, silently telling him she could handle whatever he threw at her.

​Taehyung: (Letting out a breathy, frustrated laugh) "You really will never change, will you? Still teasing me even when you can barely breathe."

​YN: (Whispering, her voice a sultry rasp) "And you love it, don't you, you big duffer?"

​Taehyung: "I more than love it. I'm addicted to it."

​He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as he began to move again, showing her exactly how much stamina the "Ice King" truly had.


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