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

ch 7

Y/N POV

Work was a tedious bore as always.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Just remembering how he felt inside me was enough to make me weak at the knees.

"You're thinking about him again," sera said for the tenth time on an hour. I sighed.

"How can you even tell?"

Your eyes look all glazed over, and your mouth practically hangs open." she patted my jaw, lifting a tray, "Not a good look, sweetie,"

I sighed again, and she held up one finger to indicate that she's b back, then went to go deliver an order.

My thoughts drifted away again... Back to last night.

I loved it when he showed he cared about me, of course I did, but I also liked it when he was rough with me, if that makes any sense.

I chewed on my bottom lip, and remembered how it'd felt to be pinned down, his erection against my stomach, totally at his mercy...

"You're thinking about him again," Sera sighed.

I groaned. "I know, I know. I can't help it."

She giggled. "What exactly are you thinking about?"

I sighed. "Last night,"

She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Do you really want him that way?"

"Yes!" I sighed, my frustration coming through. The amount of times I'd had to squeeze my thighs together to ease the dull ache in between my legs was uncountable.

"Then go. Go get him."

I sighed again. "Thanks, and I wish I could, but I want him now and I still have, like, six hours left of my shift and-"

"I'll cover you," She told me. "Just go."

I stared at her. "Really?" I gasped. "You'd do that?"

Let me tell you something: Sera hated working.

"Yes, I'd do that. Now get out of here." I hugged her, and then grabbed my bag, beginning the short walk towards my apartment.

I knocked on his door, forcing myself not to be a coward and run away.

I was shocked at my actions.

I was sleeping with my landlord.

If anyone ever told me that I'd end up doing this five years ago, I would have laughed in their faces.

He opened his door, looking surprised and then amused when he saw me.

He was shirtless. That alone did things to me.

All he wore were a pair of dark blue boxers, that weren't exactly loose, if you know what I mean. I shivered.

"Aren't you meant to be at work?" He wondered.

"I took a day off." I lied. No need to tell him exactly how pathetic I was.

"You're wearing your work uniform," he told me, smirking.

I looked down, and I was. Dammit.

The dress was very tight and short, because of the fact that when I bought it, I was about 19, and sickly thin from the stress and worry of not being able to make a living from myself. But,over the years, I had filled out a little, to a healthier weight, and never bothered to buy a bigger size.

Taehyung's eyes trailed appreciatively over my legs, mostly revealed, over my stomach, past my cleavage, up to my face.

"So." He said, folding his arms and leaning against the open door. "Any particular reason why you're here?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know why,"

He grinned. "Couldn't stop thinking about me at work?"

"No," I scoffed, then paused. "I mean... Yes?"

His's grin widened. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

I looked down. "You know what I want,"

"Mmm... Maybe," he allowed, coming closer to me and tilting my head upwards so I was looking at him. "But I want to hear you say it."

I took a deep breath. "I want you." I whispered, biting my bottom lip. He leaned down to kiss me.

"You have me, baby. I'm here." He said, resting his forehead against mine, his lips out of my reach.

"You know what I mean..." I said, my breathing getting heavier.

"I don't think I do."

He turned us around so I was against the wall beside the door to his apartment, and leaned down, kissing my neck. I gasped, my hands going to his hair.

"Tae..." I whined.

"I already told you, y/n... Tell me what you want - and you can have it."

His hand pushed open his apartments door, pushing me inside. His hands trailed along my sides, up my dress, teasing me through my panties, going back to my sides...

He was driving me crazy, and he knew it.

"Please," I gasped, pressing myself against him. I was against his kitchen counter, and honestly, I couldn't care less where we did this.

"What was that?" He asked, and I felt his smile against my lips.

"Taehyung - no more teasing, I need..." I gulped before I could say it, painfully shy as alway.

I pulled at his boxers, stroking him through them, and he moaned, loudly.

While he was distracted, I pulled the boxers down, stroking his length with my hand.

He sighed. "Turn around." He ordered, and I obliged, turning so the upper half of my body was resting over his cold, marble counter, spreading my legs for him as I did so.

I felt the head of his cock, stroking along my slit, teasing my clit, and not entering me.

"Please," I begged again, my eyes squeezed shut in pleasurable agony.

"Nuh-uh," he whispered. "Please, what?"

I was way past shy now. "Fuck me, Taehyung. Please. I need it,"

I heard him laugh quietly, then he says "it's daddy for you baby".

His cock was still stroking along my slit, teasing my clit, and not entering me.

"Please fuck me daddy" I cried. He thrust inside me.

"Fuck, y/n," he moaned, pulling out of me, then thrusting back into me again.

I almost couldn't speak, apart from the helpless moans and screams that came every so often.

And, as I felt his inside of me, I felt better.

I didn't know of it was because it was him I was doing this with or if I would feel just as satisfied if I had sex with just anyone.

But then I remembered that Taehyung is the only person I had ever been with that had actually been able - or had cared enough to actually make me cum, and I knew it was the former.