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

ch 6

Taehyung POV

As I slept, I dreamt. Not about anything of particular importance, but one dream stood out from the rest.

I couldn't see, couldn't hear, all I could feel was an insane amount of pleasure.

The dream surprised me. I'd had wet dreams before, of course, but none of them were this intense.

And also, the last time I had one had been when I was nineteen.

I wanted to open my eyes, and find out why it felt so... Vivid.

But the familiar pleasurable sensation of someone sucking on the head of my cock made me keep my eyes shut.

Eventually, I couldn't take it any more. I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was y/n's head, bobbing up and down between my legs.

Well, that explained that...

I laughed quietly and she saw I was awake and looked up at me.

"Hey," she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. When she saw that I was about to question her actions, she wrapped her hand firmly around the base of my shaft, and squeezed, pulling upwards.

It worked. I immediately forgot whatever it was that I had been about to say, moans, instead of words coming out of my mouth

"Fuck," I hissed, my hands going to her hair.

She looked up at me, our eyes meeting, as she stuck out her tongue and swirled it along my length.

All of a sudden, I didn't care why she was doing this - for now.

I titled her head up to look at me. "On your knees," I ordered.

She obliged without so much as rolling her eyes.

Y/n POV

I did as he said, dropping to my knees, while he stood in front of me.

Unexpectedly, he dropped pillow into the floor for me to kneel on. I looked at him, surprised.

"You said before... That your knees hurt afterward..."

I blinked, kneeling on the pillow. Since when did he care whether I was hurt or not?

"Thanks," I whispered, taking his length in my hands and shaking my head as if trying to empty it.

Well. My head must already be pretty empty for me to be doing this.

Voluntarily.

With absolutely no gain. I was just doing this because I wanted to do it.

What the hell was wrong with me?

It became obvious that Taehyung was close after awhile.

The weird thing, the thing that disturbed me was that I wanted to make him cum.

I wanted to make him feel good, like he'd done to me...

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head again.

It was useless to think about these things now. My bitchy conscious would no doubt dredge up these memories so I could cry about them later, when I was alone.

But for now, Taehyung's hands were tangled into my hair, and he was biting his lip in that way that he did when he was close.

I licked along the underside of his cock, then squeezed his base, taking what I could fit into my mouth.

Holy shit, I really am a prostitute.

He came with a loud moan, and a stream of curses, my name mixed in with them.