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

ch 9

I held her gaze for a short moment, then ducked my head, kissing down her neck, rolling one of her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her breathing was heavy and labored, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. I continued my trail down her stomach, circling her navel with my tongue, then going lower. When I was seated on the floor between her legs, I looked up at her. And she lay there, eyes hooded, chest heaving, and I had to press my hips against the couch to give me some relief from my now aching arousal.

I placed my hand on her inner thigh. "Spread your legs for me like a good girl,"

She whimpered at my words, doing as I said. I smirked cockily. "That's one, y/n."

She drew a deep breath through her nose, her fists still clenched, not replying.

Making eye-contact with her, he slowly licked from her entrance to the top of the hardened little bundle of nerves. Her teeth dug harder into her trembling bottom lip.

I circled her clit with my tongue a few times, watching the labored look on her face as she tried to keep silent. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Hard.

Her back arched, gasping. "Tae..."

"Two." I told her.

She licked her lips once, and I returned to what I was doing, flicking my tongue over her clit over and over...

"Mmm," she squeaked, her hands suddenly in my hair instead of by her sides. I brought a finger to her entrance, feeling how wet she was, and having to press my hips into the couch again. Shit. She would literally be the death of me.

I slowly pushed a finger into her,into her tight, warm, slickness, pumping it in and out of her slowly.

And then it was like she couldn't hold back any longer. Like some kind of floodgate had been broken.

The litany of moans and cusses mixed in with my name nearly drove me insane, and I felt my arousal throbbing as I pushed another finger into her. And one thought screamed at me as I watched her writhe against me.

If she feels this good on your fingers...

I moaned against her, and heard her gasp in pleasure, her fingers tightening in my hair. I probably should have felt pain at that but it only added to the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling right now.

I didn't need to tell her that she'd lost our little bet. Again. She knew. But right now... she didn't seem to care. I curled my fingers upwards, rubbing against that spot inside of her that I knew drove her insane. And she fell to pieces, her hands fisting handfuls of my hair, crying out my name, moaning a litany of don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop...

She looked at me then, her sinful eyes trailing over my body, to one place in particular. She leaned towards me, kissing me hungrily, and I sat back on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist, grinding against when I needed her most.

"You cocky little shit," she muttered against my lips. "You knew you'd win."

I shrugged. "Of course..."

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them off and flinging them away, so there was nothing in between us. She sat, straddling my chest, and I realized that this was the first time she'd been on top. She wrapped her warm little hand around the base of my cock, stroking gently.

"Oh, God..." I moaned, as she repeated her actions. Her fingers lingered around the head of my cock, rubbing with the palm of her hand, her bare pussy rubbing against my leg in a way that only teased me further.

"Y/n..."I hissed, my voice stern. She giggled, positioning herself, then sinking down onto me again until I was fully sheathed inside her.

Fuck. The tightest, wettest, most unbelievable...

Her hands were on my chest, raising herself, then letting herself sink back down again, over and over, until neither of us could form coherent sentences, other than the other's name.

I felt her starting to tighten even more around me, so I knew she was close, her pace faster still. She threw her head back, lips parted, cheeks flushed, hair messy.

And I was done.

"Fuck," I moaned. "Y/n..."

She looked at me, , our eyes locking.

Then, absolute mind-numbing, searing pleasure, that consumed us both whole, my moans mixed with her screams as we both found our release.

"What's your favorite color?" I wondered.

I was wearing boxers again, and y/n had insisted on putting at least her underwear on.

She looked at me curiously. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just curious."

"Red," she said after awhile.

I nodded. "Same."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, ."

She sighed, then got up. "I have to make some appearance at work today. My friend's covering for me, but I feel bad, leaving her alone like this..."

I nodded, reluctantly letting her go. I watched her as she got dressed again, fighting the urge to stop her. She smiled at me as she left. I smirked. "See you next month,"

She rolled her eyes and left.

Shit, was I starting to get attached?

Y/N POV

I fought to keep my face emotionless as I made my way to my apartment. I felt bad about lying to him about going to work, but I just couldn't stay. No matter how right it felt, it was wrong.

I was selling my body.

I didn't care what anyone said. That was what I was doing.

But something seemed to have changed, however subtly. The ... well, 'relationship between us wasn't as labored as it was. I felt good, when I was with him, more at ease.

But it was sadly obvious he only wanted me for my body. He'd made that clear the first time we met. I chewed on my bottom lip as I remembered the way he'd looked at me so hungrily.

But he'd never made me leave his apartment, after sex. It was always me running away.

I shook my head, emptying it, then stepped out of the elevator, fumbling for the key to my apartment.

And then I turned around, heading back towards the elevator, deciding to go to work after all. I had to keep busy, or I'd just end up over-thinking.

As I walked through the lobby towards the front door, I heard a familiar, husky voice. I turned around, and there he was.

With some tall, slim chick on his arm. My blood seemed to freeze.

Ten minutes.

I had only left his apartment ten minutes ago.

She said something, and he laughed, gesturing towards the elevators.

Shit, was he bringing her to his apartment?

I fought the urge to sink down onto the ground or scream at him or something.

I just stared.

The happy couple walked into the elevator.

Taehyung turned around, for what reason, I didn't know, and he saw me.

Words seemed to fail him for a minute, and then he started to talk. "Y/n, I-"

The elevator doors closed, and I turned, practically running out the door.

Why was I so angry? It wasn't like I loved him.

So why the hell was I crying?