Louder Than Bombs

Chapter 19: Count

~Warning this whole chapter is smuttt please skip it if you're not comfortable! Also I recommend listening to any sexy song but i wrote alot of this to Skin by Rihanna~

*Uneditedddd*

JK's filthy P.O.V

*Same day*

"T-Tae chill, everyone is in the house...it's too ear-."

"Did I ask you a question?"

I don't know how but suddenly Taehyung seems like an actual Dom and I'm not complaining..

I shake my head in response to his statement, not what he wanted apparently

"Use your fucking words, since you like talking so much"

"N-No"

"Here's a tip for the next hour..don't speak unless you're being asked a question. Got it?"

"Yes"

His hot breath is spilling onto my neck as he hovers his lips up to my ear kissing it gently before leaving and moving to the bed, sitting on the edge.

"Come bend over my lap"

I hesitate for a moment but oblige nonetheless. Once steadily bent over I feel his hand roaming my ass and occasionally groping it making me moan a little, not too loud for him to hear.

"Count"

What? Count wha-

"Fuck! Taehyung! What the fuck!"

He chuckles but not in a funny way, it was one that made chills rush down my spine

"I said count don't mouth off or you'll get more"

"Fine...one"

His hand lands again on my ass making me wince a bit, I never knew he was this strong

"Two.."

"You know this all could have been fun, but you just had to piss me off"

I feel the familiar feeling again

"Ah-t-three"

"You're doing good Kookie"

I blush at the compliment, luckily he couldn't tell seeing as he couldn't see my face. Another smack lands but this time it felt better? I'm not even sure if that made since, but I find my self moaning a bit

"f-four"

"I'm glad you enjoyed your conversation with Nayeon earlier..."

Another one

"F-five"

"Because I'm going to fucking ruin you."

To say that I'm turned on is an understatement...

"Get up and strip..completely"

I pick myself off of his lap and stand right in-front of him, right in between his legs. I look at the man on the bed and his eyes are watching my every move, it's daunting the way his eyes are pulling me in, it's like I want to do anything he tells me to. So of course I begin by slowly pull off my shirt making sure to keep eye-contact because that alone is heating me up and I know he can tell. I move my hands to the joggers I have on and slowly take those off as well making sure to bend right in front of his face so he can admire what's his, because at least for the next hour my body is his, willingly I wouldn't refuse if you paid me. The last thing keeping me from being naked is my underwear and my semi-hard member is already pitching a tent so I don't waste anymore time and yank them down exposing myself in the sunlight that was beaming in the windows