Bow To Fate | Kim Taehyung & Y/N (smut)

ch 5

Y/n POV

I was curled up into a ball, lying on my side, on my bed.

My cell was on the floor. I had thought the whole "out of sight, out of mind" principle would apply here, but I found myself thinking about his text more, now that I wasn't staring at my phone screen anymore.

He'd known I'd end up coming back to him, the smug bastard.

I sighed. I checked the time on the clock beside my bed; the green numbers read 3:16 a.m.

I couldn't delay it anymore, unfortunately.

It wasn't that I didn't want to sleep with him... It was just that I didn't want to do it under these circumstances.

I reached down so the upper half of my body was dangling off my bed, looking for my phone.

I picked it up, and opened the text from him again. Two words; Call me.

So I did.

I dialled his number with shaky fingers, trying -failing- to call myself down.

With a little luck, he would be asleep. It was three in the morning, after all.

He picked up on the fourth ring. "Yeah?" Came his voice, huskier than usual.

"Um, hi,"

I could hear a smile in his voice. "Y/n?" He asked.

"Yeah," I replied, chewing on my bottom lip.

"So. Any particular reason you called?" I scowled.

"Because you told me to,"

"So now you've decided to start doing as I say?"

I didn't reply. He chuckled quietly.

"Have you decided to come back here, or is the dream still alive?" He asked.

The dream - my dream that I'd never have to go thorough with this again - was long dead.

"If I decide to do this... To... To sleep with you again... You'll pay my rent for this month."

"That's correct."

"And if I don't..."

"If you can't find a way to pay your rent, I'll have to evict you."

"What if I report you?"

His voice was amused, and not at all panicked the way I wanted him to be. "And who would you report me to?"

"The police?" I hated myself for sounding so unsure.

"Yeah? And what would be your reason for reporting me?"

"You're threatening to evict me if I don't have sex with you."

"We've been over this, y/n. I'm only going to evict you if you don't pay your rent. And I'm offering to help you pay it. And as for me fucking you... Well, I didn't do anything to you that you didn't want."

He was right, and he knew it.

I sighed. "Okay. Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. Well. Later today."

"What stops you from coming over now?"

My body let me down, big time, but I couldn't stop the sudden rush of heat as I ran through the memories of last time...

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Make it five. Hurry, y/n."

Then he hung up.

Taehyung POV

I told her to fucking hurry.

Apparently, she wasn't doing that. How long did it take to get a lift up to the eighteenth floor?

Not very fucking long.

To say I was frustrated would be somewhat of an understatement.

And she was keeping me waiting.

I took a deep breath, chugging down the half bottle of beer in my hand.

A loud knock came at the door.

I smiled, abandoning the beer on the counter, going to get the door.

I opened the door, and there she was, in a tight tank top and tiny little shorts.

"You're late," I told her, raising my eyebrows.

"You're an idiot," she retorted, folding her arms.

I smiled. I couldn't help it. When she was angry, it was adorable. Like a discontented kitten.

She scoffed and pushed past me, into my apartment. I shut the door.

"Look," she said, taking a step towards me. "I didn't come here to talk, so-"

She never got to finish what she was saying. In an instant, I was I'm front of her, and her lips were crushed against mine. She protested feebly - for about five seconds.

And she started to respond, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me in a way that made me wonder how I'd gone so long without her.

My lips trailed down her jaw, to her neck. I sucked gently, and then bit down hard, and she let out that helpless little whimper that had haunted my dreams for weeks.

I ground myself into her, as she tugged at my belt. "Taehuyng- off," She gasped, her voice breathy.

Even as she kissed me, it was obvious that she didn't want to do this; that she wished she wasn't here right now.

"I'll make you a deal, y/n," I told her, making my way into my room.

"You - did that - already," She gasped, her breath hitching. "And look where it's got us,"

I reached under her cami - she wasn't wearing a bra.

Holy fuck...

I rubbed my thumb over her nipple, then pinched and pulled. "Hear me out," I muttered.

"I'll pay your rent for the rest of the year - and you won't have to sleep with me to get it."

She looked at me, her eyes wide. "Keep talking," she managed to say.

"If you moan, or scream, or make any indication that you're enjoying this three times, then we'll continue this. If you don't... Then like I said, I'll pay your rent for the year."

She looked her me. "Three times?" She paused and squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip as I took her nipples and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. "No," she gasped, "no dice. How about we increase it to five?"

I smirked. "Why?" I watched her wedge her teeth into her bottom lip as I slid her shorts down. "Don't think you can handle it?"

She didn't reply, and took a deep breath through her mouth. "I c-can,"

"Four times," I told her.

She sighed and nodded. "Fine,"

I ducked my head, taking my nipple in between her teeth and tugging. She let out a low moan. I smirked. "That's one, baby,"

"Shit." I heard her say through her teeth.

I slid my hand down her stomach, teasing her swollen clit through the fabric of her panties. She whimpered softly. "That's two,"

I pulled her panties down, kissing down her stomach, down to her wet heat. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep quiet. Y/n tasted like no other girl I'd tasted before, and the taste did things to me.

She arched her back and cried out, her hands running through my hair.

"Three," I told her.

"Fuck."

I pulled the belt out of my jeans, discarding the jeans somewhere, and thrust into her. She screamed, crying out my name. "That's four, y/n,"

She met my gaze. "Shut up and fuck me,"

I laughed, pulling out of her and filling her again.

Y/n was quickly becoming my addiction.