Cigarettes After Sex - Kim Taehyung
...fuck me slowly like that, mr. kim
Synopsis : you slept with your boss after a dinner.
Warmings: dirty talk, sexual explicit, smut, vanilla, aftercare.
Pairings: smoker taehyung x fem!reader.
Notes: okay guys, i loved writing this and yeah, i was blasting CAS the whole time lol. i think it's actually good, and all this at 4 in the morning on a friday!!
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in all my life, i never imagined i'd be lying breathless on my boss's bed, with him sweaty on top of me after sex.
it might sound crazy, but i felt satisfied and didn't have a trace of regret. maybe it was too soon to think about it, or maybe sleeping with kim taehyung finally made me relax.
and how did it all happen? well, no one would imagine that a simple dinner would end in a messy bed.
but then again, it wasn't just any dinner — taehyung wasn’t my boyfriend, husband, or lover — he was my boss. and maybe that sounded far too enticing to me without me even realizing it.
anyway, going back three days, kim taehyung had invited me to dinner. a private dinner, just the two of us.
i was an employee at the company run by the kim family; taehyung's family — and they were strict enough to make it a primary rule that employees must never get involved with one another.
little did they know that the heir to the family was the first to go against it.
sitting in my chair in front of the same paperwork as always, a sigh left my lips when i realized everyone was already leaving while i remained sorting files and organizing dates.
the ache in my shoulders weighed like two stones on each side, and my head felt close to exploding.
it was at that exact moment that i heard someone clear their throat behind me, followed by mr. kim’s deep voice reaching my ears.
"you're still here? your shift ended an hour ago, y/n."
i slowly turned my head until i found his silhouette — tall, formal, impeccably dressed. taehyung truly carried himself like a CEO.
"ah… it's just that i didn't want to let these documents pile up, mr. kim. there are too many overdue dates."
"this isn't work for you alone. why don't i see anyone helping you?"
"pretty much everyone has already left…"
taehyung let out a huff, scanning the empty desks around us and the computers already turned off. the office was silent, with only the hum of the air conditioner to be heard.
he looked at me again, opening his mouth a few times as if to say something, only to give up each time —until he finally decided.
"okay. it's wednesday. i have things to deal with outside of here… i can't keep stressing over irresponsible employees. don't do their work, y/n. go home and get some rest."
"but mr. kim, if one more deadline passes, you'll nee—"
"shh. it's alright." he smiled without showing his teeth. "leave it to me, this is part of my job. you already do so much to help; the least I can do is give you a break."
he had always been very kind to me. i could never complain about his professionalism.
even as a thirty-year-old man, taehyung still looked younger.
maybe it was his appearance. maybe the way he spoke.
he said everything was fine, but i could clearly see the dark circles under his eyes.
"you're far too stubborn. your secretary should be helping you, not spending all day walking around showing off those noisy heels."
the older man laughed, a husky, distinctive sound from a voice that didn't quite match his appearance.
and i felt chills.
"you're not entirely wrong. but having her as a secretary isn't my choice, you know."
"either way, you spend too much time in this company. always drinking coffee and listening to sixties classics."
"i just like the melody, alright?"
we laughed together, and then i let out a long sigh, massaging my left shoulder before standing up.
the paperwork had remained untouched from the second taehyung made his presence known there.
i grabbed my bag beside the desk and stretched, making a few bones crack.
"well… i should get going now. thank you, mr. kim, and try not to overdo it with the coffee again."
the man nodded with a smile, and i returned it, making my way toward the office exit.
"a-ah, y/n! wait!"
as soon as my hand reached the doorknob, i quickly turned in his direction, thinking maybe i had forgotten something or he had something to tell me about work.
but the expression on taehyung's face didn't seem like it was anything so urgent; it looked relaxed.
he bit his lower lip and adjusted his tie repeatedly in a short span of time.
"yes? do you need something, mr. kim?"
"i… do need something, yes." he took a deep breath, lifting his head and straightening his posture. "will you be free on saturday?"
i furrowed my brow.
"saturday? i will be. why? do you want me to work overti—"
"i want you to go to dinner with me."
a dinner.
i didn't want to risk misinterpreting it, but a man would never invite a woman to dinner to talk about work or any trivialities of an intense routine.
"a dinner? just the two of us? but… why so suddenly, mr. kim?"
taehyung let out a soft laugh at my confusion and stepped a little closer, allowing me to catch his expensive perfume once again.
"it's not exactly sudden. i've been planning to ask you for quite some time."
my heart shouldn't have been racing this much.
"won't it seem strange? if the other employees find out we went out together, it won't look good. and i don't want to misinterpret anything."
many women in that company desired kim taehyung. It was understandable, really, but he never seemed available to go out with anyone — i had even considered the possibility that he was married and already had children.
and now he surprised me by apparently being a single man.
"you're not misinterpreting anything. it's just a dinner between good friends. what else could happen, hm? unless you want something to happen."
that tone. he wasn't naïve at all and knew exactly what he was doing, so i decided to play along with his game, slowly.
"good friends, you say? well, if you're saying so, i won't contradict my boss. i accept having dinner with you, mr. kim."
that boxy smile appeared, making his eyelids close.
he was a very attractive korean man, and i shouldn't have been agreeing to this. still, only i knew what the women here would be willing to do for one night by kim's side.
"perfect. i'll text you all the details. now go get some rest, i've already taken too much of your time."
he gave a slight bow and turned his back, walking in soft steps back to his office.
i blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and deciding to finally leave, afraid of finding out what his true intentions really were.
(...)
Saturday, 19:20 AM
he had picked me up by car.
a beautiful mercedes-benz, perfectly matching kim taehyung's extraordinary appearance.
i was wearing a dark wine-colored dress with a detail around the neck, black heels, and accessories i really liked.
taehyung had taken me to a restaurant by the sea — it was beautiful. cozy lighting, the scent of ocean breeze, and a huge variety of food.
we were having drinks, laughing about a few things we shared between us.
taehyung seemed very at ease, and somehow that was adorable. even though he was very rich and had everything in that company, he put too much pressure on himself.
"you're more talkative than i thought, mr. kim.”
"ya! stop with this ‘mr. kim’ thing! you can just call me taehyung. leave the formality at the company.”
he said with a smile. ah, that smile…
"it's hard to change that after two years of calling you that. and i'm much younger, okay?"
he put a hand to his chest as if he had been shot.
"are you saying I’m too old? ah, come on! i just turned thirty. i feel terrible!"
a shared laugh lingered in the air, and a brief silence fell between us, leaving only the sound of the waves and the restaurant’s soft music speaking for us.
my eyes met taehyung's as he played with his now-empty glass.
our plates were already empty and dessert had been tasted, but neither of us wanted to simply get up and leave.
his strands fell perfectly in line with his face, his formal clothes looked as if they had been written by a woman in love, and his perfume lingered so naturally.
i could lose myself in his beauty.
"why did you invite me to dinner, mr. k— taehyung?"
he laughed softly and clicked his tongue before speaking, taking his attention away from the glass and resting his face on his hand.
"you know, y/n… i've never been the kind of guy who hides things. especially feelings."
a strong wave crashed into the sea just a few meters from us, announcing the intensity of the moment.
"i don't have children, i don't have a wife. i had a very lovable dog with me, but he had to go. and then i found myself alone again.”
he smiled without showing his teeth.
"i'm so sorry, taehyung…"
"it's alright. we lived enough together. anyway, what i mean is… i feel a strong attraction to you, y/n. and that isn't something to ignore."
my eyes widened, and my whole body shivered in his presence.
kim taehyung felt attracted to me?
"excuse me? are you serious?"
"as i said before, i've never been a man to hide things, y/n."
the way he spoke with such seriousness, the way his eyes seemed unwilling to ever leave mine, the way he looked like a predator before its prey.
and all of that without using his authority as flirtation.
he was direct. he wanted me.
"and i've been seriously thinking while we were eating… whether you’d accept ending the night at my place."
"…your place? is that an invitation to sleep with you?"
he let out a breathy laugh.
"take it however you want, beautiful. we can just share a glass of red wine — i even have a wine cellar. or we can simply stay on my balcony enjoying the soft breeze, or i can take you home. i don't want to pressure you into anyth—"
"i accept, mr. kim."
he looked nervous. sexy and nervous. it was beautiful to see, and i wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
his smile never left his face, and even a faint blush rose to his cheeks.
i had almost no experience with men — especially older men. and kim taehyung was an unexpected suitor.
and i wasn't going to deny the desire growing for him.
(...)
your lips attacked mine as if they were your only source of survival. your hands pulled me close, letting me feel the warmth of your body and your scent.
taehyung wasted no time attacking me the moment we arrived at the building where he lived — an environment of luxury, almost excessively well designed.
but i wasn't there to evaluate someone else’s architecture.
he opened the door to his apartment without taking his lips off mine, and soon we were inside his home.
i slipped off my heels, then the black blazer he was wearing, letting it fall onto the wooden floor.
"your lips are addictive... i like that." he whispered against my mouth, caressing my face with his thumb.
"just keep kissing me, please..."
he needed no further sign to know how desperate i was for him. i wanted to feel his body, more of his lips, the warmth of his palm, his deep voice whispering in my ear.
and before i realized it, my dress slowly left my body, lying discarded along the path to the man’s bedroom.
he lifted me into his arms with ease, carrying me in determined strides until my back met his enormous bed.
my breasts were exposed due to the lack of a bra — the dress hadn't called for one. My lace panties had become the only piece trying to shield my body from kim taehyung's sharp, heavy gaze.
he finished removing his dress shirt, revealing his abdomen. strong. he was strong.
in one swift movement, kim was above me, attacking my neck and pressing his erection, restrained by the fabric of his pants, against my pussy already damp. as damp as the high tide on a full moon night.
my hands moved to his back in an attempt to hold on to something, and a soft moan left my lips as i felt his mouth trail down my collarbone and take one of my breasts into his mouth without hesitation.
"t-taehyung...”
the man wrapped my leg around his waist and slid his hand down to massage my hot, wet place, hidden by a thin piece of fabric that irritated me by still being there.
"let me touch you, baby.” he murmured softly against my skin, moving the fabric aside and slowly sliding two fingers inside me.
my back arched. my eyes closed. and my legs trembled at his slightest movement.
"fuck..."
the movements of his fingers were slow. he was in no hurry. but it was destroying me.
he stopped paying attention to my breasts with his lips and slowly began trailing his mouth down my stomach, leaving a path of wet kisses until he reached the waistband of my panties.
he didn't take them off, only pushed them aside, and along with his fingers working inside me, he put his tongue to work on me.
so warm, soft, gentle.
i clutched the sheets in an attempt to contain myself, but there was no way to hold back except by letting out needy moans and tangling my fingers in his impossibly soft hair.
"mr. kim..."
the man withdrew his fingers and used only his mouth to pour pleasure into my body — almost reaching my soul.
he ate me out as if i belonged to his mouth. as if he were thirsty.
taehyung shook his head in a frantic motion from side to side, letting his tongue take it out on me, and i responded by spreading my legs wider so he had full access to my soaked, slick pussy. ready to take him in.
he didn't pull back at my warning of orgasm. he wasn't intimidated by my spasms and kept licking me until i came in his mouth.
"sweet thing." he said, rising and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. "want to taste yourself, hm?"
without waiting for an answer, he captured my lips with his, and i could taste myself — slightly tart.
an erotically overwhelming situation.
while kissing me, taehyung removed his own pants, and i could feel his erection now restrained only by his boxers.
i pushed him gently onto his back and climbed on top of him, watching his eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise at my sudden move.
"let me taste you too." i whispered softly near his ear.
"use me however you want, sweet."
i smiled against his skin and let my lips trail downward as my body followed. when my knees reached the floor, my mouth lingered over his abdomen before i pulled his boxers down and his cock practically sprang free.
big. he was big.
salivating, i wasted no time taking as much of him into my mouth as i could, always maintaining eye contact.
"oh, my God..."
he groaned when he felt my mouth moving up and down fast enough to leave his length coated in saliva.
taehyung sat at the edge of the bed, gripping my hair and guiding my movements. his moans were delicious, and the way he whimpered only made everything better.
a serious man being this sensitive... it was so fucking arousing.
"that’s it, y/n... keep going like that... ahh... let me come in your mouth..."
i'll let you come wherever you want.
without stopping, i reached a hand down to his balls and massaged them carefully, knowing how sensitive they were, and taehyung simply unraveled — with a loud moan and a release that nearly made me choke.
tart, but sweet.
i swallowed everything while looking into his eyes and was met with a caress along my cheek and a gentle stroke through my hair.
"good girl."
he smiled and reached toward his dresser, opening a small drawer and pulling out a condom.
soon he rolled it over his extremely hard length, glistening with saliva and marked by a few exposed veins.
he held out his hand to me and smiled, helping me position myself on top of him, brushing his tip along my slit.
"are you sure you want this?"
"…fuck me slowly like that, mr. kim."
with those words, taehyung smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips before tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"tell me if you want to stop, okay? i'll take care of you."
his cock was positioned at my tight entrance, and the moment he began to push into me, my skin felt like it was tearing apart.
i had never been sexually active with anyone. i remembered the disaster my first time had been with some idiot from high school. but now I had a man beneath me.
and not just any man. he was a kim. belonging to the wealthiest family in south korea — and the world.
"so fucking tight, shit..."
once his entire length was welcomed inside me, i began to move slowly with the help of his hands and my natural slickness. his mouth found my neck, shoulders, collarbone, breasts.
goddamn.
minutes turned into hours. taehyung’s back was scratched raw, marked by my nails.
he had made me come twice already, and we were on the way to a third.
kim was fucking me from behind, gripping my hips firmly with impossible speed. A few smacks landed on my ass, and suddenly he knelt on the mattress, pulling me back until my spine pressed against his chest.
one hand circled my neck while his free hand slid down to my pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
"like it like this? is my cock big enough to go deep, hm? do you feel stretched open?"
even while whispering dirty things, kim wasn't aggressive. he didn't move fast as if his life depended on it.
he was slow. torturous. it felt good — so, so good.
i felt every inch of him leaving my body and finding its way back again. he marked my neck as a reminder that when i woke up, i would know none of it had been a dream.
changing positions again, taehyung fucked me facing him, looking straight into my eyes.
my hands were on his face as we exchanged loud moans, whimpers, words of encouragement, and with one final thrust deep inside me, we came together.
sweaty, satisfied bodies. his hair was tousled, giving him a more casual look. now i would experience the aftermath of sex with taehyung.
and then we returned to the beginning...
in all my life, i never imagined i'd be lying breathless on my boss's bed, with him sweaty on top of me after sex.
our breathing was ragged, chests rising and falling.
taehyung stayed wrapped around me for a while, pressing soft kisses along the curve of my neck, my shoulders, my jaw.
"are you okay?"
a smile spread across my face and i lifted a hand to run my fingers through his hair.
"perfectly fine."
"i didn't hurt you, did i? was i too rough?"
"taehyung, you were perfect. i'm satisfied, just like you are."
he smiled with that boxy grin of his and nodded, pulling me into a smacking kiss.
we only got up to take a bath in his enormous tub, and when we returned to his bedroom wearing robes, taehyung suggested we spend some time on his balcony.
and it was in that moment i realized i was dealing with a mature man.
he lit a black cigarette between his lips and took a slow drag, releasing the smoke into the air. It was so attractive and so... melancholic.
he was my boss. we had just had sex, and he was smoking a cigarette after it.
"what... will become of us from now on, mr. kim?"
taehyung took another drag, exhaled, then turned toward me, extending an arm to pull me in by the waist.
"it's simple. you’re mine, i'm yours. from now on, you don’t have to work anymore."
"what? have you lost your mind? that can't hap—"
my words were cut off by a wet kiss flavored with nicotine from his lips.
"crazy about you, baby. like i said, you don't need to work for me anymore. i've always wanted a woman by my side to spoil as much as i wanted, and to smoke cigarettes after sex on the balcony while looking over the city at night."
and without protesting any further, a little smile slowly grew on my lips and i leaned closer to his face, rising slightly onto my tiptoes.
"would you accept a second round?"
"as many as you want, bae. only this time, it'll be under the shower."
