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

ch 8

A few minutes later, I was laying on his couch, waiting for my breathing to slow down.

Taehyung had pulled his boxers on again, and sat next to me.

I felt as if I should leave - I should go back to work.

But Sera did say she'd cover for me for the whole day...

I settled down next to him, and he turned on a movie. Within the first three minutes, someone got shot and another got beheaded.

I yelped and covered my eyes. He laughed.

"Don't be a baby, my baby," he muttered, still laughing.

I held my hand out. "Give me the remote - I don't want to watch this,"

"Too bad."

"Tae!"

"Y/nie!" he said, mimicking me.

I noticed that he seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes on my face. I sighed, and leaned down, picking my underwear off the floor.

He took the lacy materials out of my hand, throwing it into a corner of the room.

"You're so pushy," I grumbled.

He chuckled. "You love it."

Strangely enough, I did. It made me feel safe. Taken care of.

"How come you get to wear underwear and I don't?"

He smirked, and his hand trailed across my stomach, higher, pressing his fingertips along the underside of my breast, then pinching my nipple. I moaned loudly, despite myself.

"That would be kind of hard to do with underwear on, wouldn't it?"

I sighed, defeated.

Not totally defeated, though. When he wasn't looking, I clambered over him, grabbing the remote, and flicking through the channels before he could react.

He grabbed at the remote, and I rolled over onto my stomach, still flicking through the channels.

His's hands dug into my sides, tickling me. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to control my laughter, and failed quickly, rolling back onto my back again, giggling helplessly.

"Stop it!" I pleaded, laughing hysterically, trying to push him away and hold onto the remote at the same time.

He grinned, his hair flopping into his face, his fingers trailing under my arms, tickling me relentlessly.

"You gonna give me that remote, y/n?" He asked.

"N-no!" I spluttered, my pride getting the better of me.

I tried to fight back, pushing him away, and eventually, bu using all the strength I had, I somehow ended up on top of him. I tried my best to hold my position there, grabbing his hands and pinning them to the couch beneath him, breathing heavily, the remote safely hidden behind me.

"You know I could fight you off, if I wanted to?" He said, raising his eyebrows. I looked at him.

"So why don't you?"

He smirked, and looked a little lower, and I realized that with our current position, I was straddling him, and my breasts were practically in his face.

I blushed, and started to move away, but he stopped me, pulling me even closer to him so that we were face to face.

I felt my bare chest against his, and the feeling did things to me.

I blinked, staring into his eyes. "Hey," I muttered.

He grinned. "Hi,"

My eyes darted to his lips and back. He laughed, and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed, and as we kissed, it was like I was getting some kind of release that I didn't know I had been seeking.

I rocked my hips against his, my hand trailing over his chest, down to his boxers.

A small voice in the back of my head reminded me how stupid I was being.

I was acting like some kind of sex addict.

I sighed, and started to pull away, ignoring the throbbing ache between my legs.

"Taehyung, I can't..."

He raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"

I shrugged, looking down. "I just can't. Lets just... watch T.V., or something."

Taehyung POV

She thought she was going to get me all ready for her, and then just leave me hanging?

No.

Hell no.

I knew her problem: She didn't want to feel like she was being used for sex.

But... It felt weird to say it, but I wanted her around for more than that.

She sat back on the couch, staring at the T.V. screen. She didn't even notice that the movie she was pretending to watch was in Spanish.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me again.

Her eyes widened in the way that they did when she was scared. "I'll make you a deal," I murmured, hungrily kissing her neck.

She gasped, and her eyes flickered shut. "No, Tae... No deals," She feebly pushed me away - with about as much force as a drifting feather.

"Hear me out," I muttered.

"N-" She started to say. I circled her nipple with my tongue, then finally latched onto it and sucked. Hard.

The resulting cry from her was enough to not make my boxers fit me anymore.

"If you moan... or scream, or make any sounds that indicate that you're enjoying this, three times... Then you're mine. Understood?"

I saw her bottom lip tremble. She was obviously remembering how poorly she had done last time I'd made this little preposition.

"Three times?" She squeaked. "How about five? Last time, it was four, so I at least deserve a five this time,"

I was about to object, but then I shrugged.

Y/n was very responsive.

"Fine. Five chances, y/n,"

"And if I win?"

"Then you're free to go. Forever. I'll help you with your rent for as long as you live in that apartment, and you won't need to fuck me to get it. Okay?"

She seemed to hesitate, but then she nodded. "Okay," She whispered.