check, please - taehyung (m)
ktg x reader
Dinner with Taehyung at the fancy restaurant had been lovely, but your mind had drifted. You were squeezing your thighs together with the glances and smiles exchanged between the two of you. If only he knew what was happening beneath the table. So it was when Taehyung asked if you wanted desert, that your needs couldn’t be ignored. You knew you had to tell him what you desired was not on the menu.
“Taehyung,” You purred in his ear, a tone of voice he knew so well. He knew what it entailed. He knew what it could do, what it would tempt to do.
“You wanna know a secret?” You giggled and he watched your tongue slipped across your lips before disappearing again behind them. He inwardly groaned, mesmerized by the action. He knew what that tongue could do, too. He’d been at its mercy so many times before and this time was no different.
You were nothing but incredulous sin in your acts and expressions. It was in the way you touched him, the way your lips curved, and the dark lascivious look of your eyes, but he couldn’t lie. He was a sinner.
Unable to speak, he just nodded in response.
You smirked and took his hand, placing it against your thigh.
“I promise you’ll like it.”
He looked down at his hand on your thigh and back up to meet your eyes, unsure of what you were telling him. “Go ahead,” You reassured him.
His fingers dragged across your skin. He watched as his hand dipped beneath your dress, traveling up your inner thighs, before reaching your bare center.
A gasp escaped his lips. Surprised eyes met salacious ones.
You weren’t wearing any underwear.
“You…” Taehyung started, but you cut him off.
“Keep going. Lower, Taehyung.”
His breathing had picked up as his eyes switched from you to your lap. His fingers moved lower only to be greeted with you very wet, warm, and ready for him.
His eyes darkened and he swallowed thickly.
“So as you can see, or probably feel, Tae, I need you,” You leaned closer to him, licked the shell of his ear before nipping the lobe, “I really, really need you. So bad, Tae. So very bad,” you nearly begged.
He thought he would lose his mind. You sounded almost desperate, kind of how you get when you’re fucked out.
Taehyung smirks, “But I haven’t even touched you, baby. Is this what I do to you? You’re dripping.” He emphasizes by thrust a finger into your entrance before sliding it up your slit n pressing into your clit. You moaned, “Tae…”
He chuckled darkly as his lips kissed the side of your jaw.
“You don’t even know half of what you do to me but I bet you’d love to find out,” You ground out, trying to get more pressure on your clit.
That caused a flame to spark within him, and to already have you writhing in his arms, with just the tip of his finger, his control was quickly waning. He removed his fingers and you whined at the loss of him.
Taehyun smirked. He lifted his finger to his lips and licked off your juices, groaning at the taste.
“I guess I’ll have this desert at home then, hm?” You didn’t answer to entranced by the way his tongue worked around his finger. It was then you knew you really wanted him between your thighs and you weren’t going to wait anymore.
“Taehyung, please, right now,” You pleaded with him. Your eyes left no room for argument, and he wouldn’t dream of it, snapping at the waiter, his eyes hooded, full of carnal desire, never leaving your own.