pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre: one-shot (very short)
warnings: smut, drinking, blood, mentions of killing (not descriptive)
I walked up to the counter and I sat down at one of the stools. The bartender noticed me right away.
"What can I get for you, miss?" The bartender asked. He was a tall man with gelled back hair. His broad shoulders were captivating.
"Boulevardier please." I said. He nodded, walking over to the tap. I looked around to see people talking amongst themselves, dancing, or admiring the soloist. I didn't expect the bar to be too populous, given the fact that it is a jazz club. I then look down at my black dress, opening my purse to take out my debit card.
He brought the drink over to me and rested it on the counter. In exchange, I handed him my card. "Thank you." He said.
I took a sip of my drink, noticing a man with a brown suit taking a seat next to me. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He then said something in a language that I couldn't understand.
The bartender laughed, handing me my card, and responded back to the other man in english. He went over to the tap.
"Shift's over." He said, placing a drink in front of him. "Later, brother."
The brown-suited man noded, watching the bartender leave. I looked down at my drink, so that I didn't appear to be watching them. Then again, I was the only other person around the counter.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" The brown-suited man asked me.
I looked over at him. "Yes. Are you?"
He made a face. "A little. I just got off stage."
I looked over at the band, and then back at him. "Really?"
"Yes." He said. I divert my eyes, feeling nervous from the eye contact. It seemed as if he never blinked. "I played a saxaphone solo."
"Ah," I took a sip of my drink, licking my red-stained lips. "You played beautifully."
I open my eyes and am greeted by the sun's rays. I find myself in an unfamiliar bed, turning around to see an unfamilar sleeping face. His face was now inches away from mine. His eyelashes are relativley long and his eyebrows are well groomed. His arm was wrapped around my waist like heavy, dead weight.
He careses my skin softly. I try to recall what happened last night, and why I'm here. His eyes open slighlty, and I remember who it is.
I turn around fully, looking under the white duvet. I am fully unclothed, and so is he. Only God knows where my dress is.
"Good morning." His voice is quiet and hoarse.
"How did you sleep?" He asks. His hair is messy, full of tangles and knots that covered his forehead. Tangles and knots that my bare hands created.
"I slept good." He says. His eyes
His hand slowly runs up and down my side, causing me to shiver slightly at the feeling. His eyes never left mine, and I did my best to keep the eye contact.
It found it's way up my chest, and around my nipple. I inhaled sharply as he manipulated it with his fingers.
"Tell me if I should stop." He whispers.
I close my eyes, gathering his cheek in my hand. "Don't." I kiss him, moving my hands upwards and into his hair. "Don't stop."
He plants kisses on my neck, my arms, my hands and my stomach. As he travels further down my body, he takes the duvet off the both of us. My bare body is met by the cold air, but his warm skin makes it better.
He flips me over so that I am completely underneath him. His face hovers over mine, kissing me and letting out soft groans. My leg is lifted by his big hand as he settles himself in between my legs. "Warm," He says between kisses. "You're so warm."
He drags his length over my clit, provoking a moan to leave my lips. He grinds himself slowly and I move my hips to match his movements. "I want you inside me," I whisper.
I am taken aback by my words, since I never say much when it comes to situations like these. But there's something about this moment that's different. I've had sex with multiple men--morning sex with multiple men--but the simplicity of him is addicting.
He takes my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. He lowers it, and places our hands on his dick. Long, veiny and hard. I wish it belonged to me. "Have your way." He says.
I cover his cock with my fingers, lining it up it with my enterance. He pushes forward slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. He is pretty.
He enters further as I slowly allow him to be welcomed once more. We moan simultaneiously as he moves in and out of me. He lowers his face to meet mine and our lips brush against the other. His hands find mine again and I grab hold of them.
"You're so," He gasps. "Addicting."
He picks up the speed, sending a rush through my body. He removes the connection with our hands and licks his thumb. He places the single finger on my clit, rubbing circles on it. I moan, finding my fingers in his hair--in my rightful position.
"Please" I moan, cocking my head back.
He kisses my neck and I wrap my arms around him. He whimpers softly in the crook of my neck, and my stomach churns in pleasure.
Nothing has ever felt as good as yesterday morning. He was like none other in this world.
I wash my hands, watching the red coloring from them turn the water in the sink red as well. A feeling of betrayal and hurt washes over me. I look beyong the window, at the hole that was dug before I got here, along with the bagged body beside it. The reddish water from my bloodstained hands mixes with my tears as I remember him.
A few interactions with him was enough to get me sentimental now. I knew not to get attached, yet I ended up doing so anyway. I cleaned underneath my fingernails and scrubbed my palms twice.
It surprised me that it took him until after sex to tell me his name. Kim Taehyung. Unfortunatley, I had already known this. For he is the man that I was assigned to kill.
I wipe my eyes and look over at my partner, who is writing something down.
"You didn't tell me that you and Taehyung were brothers." I wipe my hands with a napkin and I walked closer to him. "You wanted me to kill your own brother?"
He sets his pen down and sighs. "You wouldn't understand. It's buisness. He was in the way."
"Buisness? That's your family! You don't just--"
"Enough." He says sternly. He gets up from around his desk and stands in front of me. "It shouldn't matter to you. We kill for a living. You show no mercy to those who are on the list. You give no respect to those who are dead."
