Can't Say No

Silk Sheets

"Don't go!" he whined into your stomach, gripping your thighs tightly as you stood in front of him. He sat on the bed naked and beautiful and so so tempting.

You laughed as you clasped your bra behind your back and reached for your shirt. He was gently kissing a ring around your belly button when you forced your shirt down and he pulled away pouting.

"I have to go to work, Tae," You checked the time on your phone.

"Just call out, stay with me all day," He was now kissing your exposed thighs, where were your jeans?

"I can't, I've already called out once this month." He snatched your phone from your hand and rolled out of reach.

"It's easy," he said brightly, opening up your phone and starting an email, "Sorry I'm not feeling my best and I won't be in today."

You scampered onto the bed after him, but he laughed and held the phone out of reach. He hit send and you smacked his ass in protest. You groaned and sat back on your heels pouting at him.

"Don't be grumpy," he leaned over and kissed your knee, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb. He didn't get it, it wasn't just about maintaining a good standing at work, now it was two days of no pay on your next paycheck. You groaned and rubbed the bridge of your nose. He was watching you, no longer smiling.

It was embarrassing to tell him. Taehyung probably spent more on this set of sheets you were kneeling on then you had paid for sheets in your whole lifetime, maybe even your parent's lifetime! You looked around his beautiful apartment, the painting on the wall above his bed. The piece alone was about 4 months worth of rent and he bought it up like it was nothing. He was still staring at you,

"I can't afford to miss work," You said shakily, quietly, looking at your hands, "I need the money." Your words hung in the air for a moment before he squeezed your knee and sat up.

"Well if it's about money," he laughs, sitting up and reaching for his wallet. You protest as he pulls out a few crisp bills and tucks them into your bra. You roll your eyes and pull them out, reaching to put them back on his nightstand. He growls, takes them from your hands and tucks them in your purse sitting on the matching nightstand on the other side of the bed. He forces you down on the bed, pinning your hands above your head.

"Just take it," he says in a low voice and you gulp. You don't even need to look to know he is getting hard, but you do anyway and groan as you feel the nerves in your body clench in anticipation.

"It feels like you're paying me for sex." He laughs loudly and lets go of your wrists. Now he's a sweet innocent boy, not the sex demon from seconds ago, his duality killed you. He runs his hands down your sides to find the bottom of your shirt and begins to pull it up.

"I'm not paying you for sex, I'm saying thank you for staying home and taking care of me today. I would buy you a nice dress or a new purse but you would get mad and tell me to take it back." He has managed to get your shirt and bra off and is now sucking at your tattoo, Japanese Cherry blossoms along your sternum. You have a few tattoos, but this one was his favorite.

You can feel the fight in you dying as he slowly kisses his way down to your panty line. He urges you to lift your hips so he can take them off. Before he throws them over his shoulder he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.

"You smell so fucking good," he grins.

"And you're a fucking liar!" He smacks your ass and you groan as his dick twitches slightly. He pushes your knees open and settles his face between your legs. He alternates between sloppy kisses, gentle nips, and long swipes of his tongue. You have one hand fisted in his hair and one gripping the sheets above your head for dear life. It is so painfully, delightfully exquisite.

Far too soon he is pulling away, licking his lips. You're a whimpering, squirming mess. He leans over you, gripping your chin to make you look at him. "You're going to keep the money." It's not a question, but a command. You nod your head weakly. "Good girl," he coos and you whimper again, clenching as the nerves in your sex fire again.

"You and your praise kink," he chuckles low and draws you into a long, slow kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

"I can't help it," You gasp and moan when you feel Tae's fingers rub your clit and dip into your entrance. Tae's fingers, fuck, you loved his fingers!

"I want your tongue," he breathes out heavily. He is biting his bottom lip, eyes almost pleading. You think about his veiny dick twitching and fuck you want that to. You push him on to his back and sit on his thighs right above his knees. He hates when you do that because he can't thrust up the way he wants, but you love the complete control that you have.

You pull back his erection with one finger and let it flick against his stomach. He moans in response and props himself up on his elbows to watch you. You trace the same finger up the long vein on the underside. You pull your finger away and watch his dick twitch.

"Fuck Tae," You groan and bite your lip. You're salivating at the sight and itching to have him inside.

"Not today baby, please!" He whines.

"But I love playing with you," You swirl your tongue around his head, watching him writhe and whimper. Ok, not today. You take him into your mouth and suck, placing your hands firmly on his hips. He tries to buck up, but can't. You laugh around his length as you bob up and down, reaching down to gently grab his balls. He tries to buck again

"Why do you do this to me?" He is frustrated and ecstatic and he is so fucking beautiful. You pull off with a pop, still pumping him with a hand. He sits up suddenly, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, tongues dancing. Never breaking the kiss, you move until you're underneath him. When you break away to breathe, he reaches down to line himself up and he pushes in.

"Fuuuuuck," You both moan in unison and then laugh. Foreheads and noses touching, he begins to thrust into you. Long, slow thrusts at first that make you groan. You are both so wired and you know neither of you are going to last long. You plant my feet and push your hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

Your walls are so sensitive and every time he pulls out and pushes in you shake with the need to cum. His breathing is shallow and his hips are moving faster. You hold out as long as you can but when he smirks at you, you lose it. You clench around him around and scream out. It feels so damn good, you might cry. You can't help but jerk your hips against him a few times before your orgasm finally lets you go. 

Taehyung cums too, gripping the sheets on either side of your head, thrusting slowly and moaning as he works through his high.

He wraps his arms underneath you and crushes you to his chest. You wrap your legs around him and you just hold each other for several minutes, not speaking.

"So what do we do with the rest of our day?" He laughs as he pulls out and flops on his side next to you. You had completely forgotten where this all started. You slap him lightly and he traps you in his arms again. "Let's go shopping!" he chirps.

"What? No! What would you even buy?" You protest as he kisses your throat.

"Lingerie," he draws out the word with a smirk, " And you need some new sheets."

"New sheets? Why?" You're almost offended.

"I love making love to you," his tone makes you clench, "but I hate having sex on those sheets." He interlocks his fingers in yours and gently starts rubbing the backs of your hands on his sheets, 

"You need sheets like this baby."

Damn Taehyung! You took the money and now you knew you would take the sheets and they would be the most expensive thing you owned. What was this boy doing to you? Why did he make it so hard to say no?