Chapter 17

Bianca woke up to Taehyung gently shaking her awake and blinked blearily, her cloudy vision reminding her she'd slept with her contacts in.

"You were sleeping so peacefully I almost didn't want to wake you but I ordered breakfast and it just arrived. I figured you'd want it warm," he says as she stretches and covers her mouth as she yawns.

"What time is it?" she asks, surprised when he says it's a little after 11am.

"Theres a face cloth and new toothbrush on the bathroom counter. I put your clothes in the washer with mine because they smelled like smoke from the bar and I put your purse on the nightstand. While we wait for the clothes to finish, you can wear these," he says, gesturing to some clothes he's placed at the foot of the bed.

"Okay, thank you Tae," she says, covering her bare chest with the sheet once she's awake enough to realize she'd fallen asleep naked.

Taehyung himself only had on a pair of sleep shorts, the print inside them indicating he he isn't wearing anything underneath.

"It's no problem. I'll be in the kitchen," he says, respectfully averting his eyes.

B stretches one more time and reaches over to grab her purse, pulling out her contact lenses case and her glasses case before hauling herself out of bed. Grabbing the clothes he laid out for her, she makes her way into the bathroom, taking out her contact lenses first and sighing in relief. She makes quick work of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing into the oversized tshirt he'd provided. He'd given her some sleep shorts similar to the ones she was wearing but they wouldn't go past her hips and ass no matter how high she jumped so she just gave up and left them on the counter. Thankfully, the shirt was long enough to cover the parts that mattered, as long as she didn't bend over. Slipping on her glasses, she re-arranges her braids, giving herself a side part.

It's when she's making her way to the kitchen that she notices the tenderness in her hips and that noticeable twinge between her legs when she walks, evidence of last night's activities. She doesn't know how other women feel about it, but she loves the reminder.

When she arrives, Tae is setting a plate down on the table amongst a few others already there, beaming at her when he sees her. He hurriedly pulls out her chair at his cute, little circular dining table before she could and she smiles at the gesture, thanking him.

"I would've made you breakfast but I don't keep a lot of food here since I'm barely here. I hope you like what I ordered. It's gimbap with waygu beef and truffle oil, Korean pancakes with king crab meat, miyeok-guk with abalone and scallops—oh and fresh fruit," he says and her eyebrows fly up as he points to each dish.

"Wow, you went all out. You really didn't have to if it was on my behalf," she says.

This is a very expensive breakfast and though she doesn't see the bag it came in, she's willing to bet it came from an upscale restaurant.

"I just wanted to get you something up to your standards. Admittedly I might've overdone it, but I'd rather do too much than not enough," he says, the flush in his cheeks and his sheepish smile indicating he was embarrassed.

"I really appreciate it Tae. It's a very sweet gesture but I assure you I'm not a food snob like some chefs can be. You guys don't have to get me gourmet food every time we eat out," she says, suddenly noticing the trend in the quality of food they eat when she's eating with them.

"Honestly, sometimes gourmet food is trash and the portions are better suited to toddlers than adults," she says, making him laugh.

"Noted. We figured it's what you're used to. We'd rather you be satisfied than chance getting you food you won't enjoy," he says as they each grab a portion of food.

"I get why you'd assume that. While I do enjoy a high caliber meal every now and then, it ultimately comes down to quality for me. Unfortunately, the restaurant industry doesn't always focus on that. They want cheap quantities. I find that small businesses care more and therefore taste better most of the time," she says and he nods, his eyes on her as she speaks.

"Agreed. Honestly, this isn't bad by any stretch but I know a few small places that would knock everything on the table out of the water," he says and she chuckles, reaching for a glass of water that wasn't there.

"Where are your glasses?" she asks and his eyes widen slightly.

"Oops, I meant to get us some water," he says, scooting his chair back from the table.

"No, you sit. Allow me. It's the least I can do," she insists, going over to the cabinet he gestured to and grabbing two glasses, rinsing them out in the sink before filling them with water from the spout on the refrigerator door. She knows from watching him at home that he doesn't usually drink his water with ice in it. Neither does she when it's not hot outside.

She places his glass in front of him and sits with her own, finding him staring at her when she drinks.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" she asks with a chuckle and he shakes his head, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck.

"Then what is it?" she asks, still feeling his gaze on her while she ate.

"Did you not see the shorts I left?" he asks, making her look up at him, her eyes widening a little.

"I did, but they didn't fit. I flashed you, didn't I?" she says with a grimace that makes him laugh.

"You did, and don't you dare apologize for it. I was just...surprised," he says with an amused chuckle.

"I must say, you wear that shirt better than I ever could," he says, making her cover her face and laugh, a mixture of embarrassment and flattery heating her face.

They exchange amused glances as they finish their meal and when she finds him staring once again, she playfully scoffs.

"What now? I can practically feel that you want to say something," she grins and he mirrors her expression.

"You have such a pretty smile. You are exceedingly beautiful at any given time, but especially when you're smiling and wearing your glasses. Why don't you wear them more often?" he asks, resting his chin on palm and she sucks in a breath, not expecting such a direct compliment.

"They um, they fog up a lot when I'm cooking," she manages, thoroughly flustered by his gaze.

"Makes sense. Tell me something I don't know about you," he requests spontaneously and she hums, thinking.

"Hm, I know middle names aren't common here but it is in the US. Mine is Blair, my grandmother's name. She and my grandpa are the only people that call me that or "little Blair". Everyone else in my family calls me B or BB," she says and he nods, satisfied.

"Now it's only fair that you do the same," she says, turning to the side to face him and crossing her legs, one arm resting on the back of the chair she sat in.

He pushes his lips out, twisting them to the side as he thinks, his gaze locked on her crossed legs, which now swayed back and forth due to her habit of shaking her foot.

"I am ambidextrous," he says after a few seconds of silence and B smiles.

"Me too!" she exclaims excitedly flexing both her hands as if that proved the point.

"No way," he grins.

"Yes way," she grins back, nodding.

"What are the odds?" he chuckles, sitting back in his seat.

"About one percent," she quips and he shakes his head, blown away. He'd never met anyone else that was.

"This is crazy. Tell me something...others would never expect about you," he says, leaning forward again as he awaits her answer.

She immediately laughs to herself, the answer coming to her immediately.

"Okay, admittedly this idea is rooted in conceit but I used to say that if I ever got bored with culinary school that I would switch schools and get a degree in psychology so that I could become a sex therapist," she says and his eyebrows rise.

"Why a sex therapist and why is that conceited?" he asks, curiosity coloring his tone.

"Because the thought only crossed my mind because I'm good at sex. I figured who better to help people overcome sex related issues than a person who's good at it? Plus, I've always been very intuitive in the bedroom. Wild, I know. Sexual prowess doesn't mean I or anyone else would be a good sex therapist, but I was just tooting my own horn. Plus, I imagine someone like myself who had only slept with one person wouldn't be able to relate to patients anyways," she says, having to stop herself from rambling on.

"Intuitive you say? Tell me, what did your intuition tell you about me?" Tae asks, lazily biting into a strawberry, the corner of his lips upturned in a smirk.

"My intuition tells me a few things about you. For starters, you care about my pleasure more than your own. You turned down a blowjob last night, which I'm willing to bet isn't a common occurrence amongst men," she says, uncrossing her legs and shifting her weight.

"It also tells me that you're attentive. Every woman's body is different but you studied mine last night and gave me exactly what I needed. I was with my ex for nearly 15 years and that man never made me cum in succession like you did last night," she says and his eyes widen.

"I said I was good at sex, not him," she quips, holding up a finger and they both laugh.

"And lastly, I could tell that you held back. Why you held back, I don't know for sure; but if I had to guess it was  probably in fear of hurting me. I could tell by the way your body flexed, your hands and hips especially," she says and he rests a finger on his lips, contemplating it seems.

She smirks, knowing her observations were affecting him much more than he wanted to show. He's always the perfect gentleman but the look in his eyes is anything but tamed. That's the side of him she wants to see and she's just made it her personal mission to bring it out of him.

"Actually, that wasn't the last thing. I can also tell that you've been fantasizing about fucking me since I flashed you earlier. Now there's something I want you to tell me...where? Up on the kitchen counter? Me riding you on the chair? Or maybe bent over the table?" She asks and the way his eyes light gives her the answer.

"There it is," she grins.

"My last question is...what are you going to do about it?" she asks, yelping in surprise when he reaches between her legs and grabs the edge of the chair she's sitting in and pulling it over to his before crashing his lips to hers.

She moans as his fingers find her clit, rubbing in circular motions as he ravages her mouth. She rubs his erection through his shorts and he groans, sucking her bottom lip and releasing it gently before making his way down her neck. The chair rocks underneath her with the movements of her hips as he slips two fingers inside her. His grinds against her hand and curses, pulling away.

"Fuck, I'm going to get a condom," he announces, his voice low and strained as he pulls his soaked fingers out of her and places them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

She nods, already clearing the table of dishes as he takes long strides to the bedroom. He's back mere seconds later and by the time she clears the last dish, he's already behind her, his condom covered cock pressing into her ass. He doesn't have to tell her to bend over the table and she doesn't have to tell him she's ready as he doesn't hesitate to slide into her fully. 

"Yes," she moans aloud, gripping the side of the table as he slides out of her to the tip and thrusts his hips forward again.

He grips her hips hard, pulling her ass back to meet every sweep of his, the impact making her ass bounce against his pelvis.

There he goes, studying her again. She'd told him last night that she likes pain with her pleasure, but he never would've fucked her like this still, knowing she hadn't had sex in two years. Now, all bets were off. He knows that she was just as excited about this as he was and that gentle isn't what she needs right now. She wants him uninhibited and that's what she's getting.

She can tell by the fluidity in his movements, the way his arms are flexing with exertion but not tensing—and the way his hips aren't moving in the calculated manner they were last night. He follows no particular rhythm. One minute he's thrusting and the next he's grinding, then slowing to either watch himself disappear inside her fully or perhaps slow his inevitable unraveling—but either way it's fucking amazing. It's like he's edging them both in those moments, one hand sliding up her back in a slow caress before receding back to her hip where he starts all over again.

"You feel so good," he groans, throwing his head back and moaning so loud she hopes the walls aren't thin because the neighbors would have definitely heard that.

"You do too," she manages between moans of her own, pulling one leg up and resting her knee on the table, one hand on her ass to open herself up for him more.

He shudders inside her, his hand trailing up her back to rest on the back of her neck this time where his grip tightens, making her shake against him. He starts out slow and deep, gradually increasing speed until she's chanting his name, on the brink of an orgasm that she knows will shatter her whole.

She gasps at the loss of contact when he pulls out of her completely but before she could question, he flips her over, sliding back into her in one fluid motion that has her gasping again for an entirely different reason. He places both legs up on his shoulders and she quickly adjusts, propping herself up on her arms as he resumes his prior pace.

"One thing about me," he says against her lips, his eyes boring into hers.

"I'll always choose a position that allows me to see your face when you cum," he says before crashing his lips to hers, his arms wrapping around her to rest on her lower back, pushing her as close to the edge of the table as possible.

She gasps in the kiss, feeling his hips press into hers, now stimulating her clit with every thrust.

"Tae," she whimpers and he smiles on her lips, grinding into her harder.

Her whole body shudders she whimpers, closing her eyes tightly as her body tenses and readies for release. Tae occupies himself with her neck again and when he finds her spot, he thrusts hard, sheathing himself in her fully and grinding down hard.

He's ready to catch her when her arms buckle, his eyes never leaving her face as he fucks her through her orgasm, so wet he can hear little splashes of her juices hitting the kitchen floor. Tears slip down her cheeks and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her body jerks against him—the erotic sight sending him over the edge as well. He holds her to him with one arm, leaning against the table on the other as his knees go weak. The table groans with the pressure of his hips but remains steady as he rests his forehead on hers. He's never really considered cock warming before but if they weren't on the edge of a table right now, he'd have no qualms with staying put right where he is. He's never felt so liberated after sex, always playing it safe with past partners due to his size. It felt good to let loose fully for a change and he wasn't quite ready to let that feeling go.

He pulls away just enough to kiss down the tear tracks on each of her cheeks before lifting her off the table, careful not to disconnect them. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding on for the ride as he walks them to his bathroom and sits on the edge of the tub, reaching down to turn the water on.

This time, her lips find his, her fingers curling in the hair on his nape as they enjoy the intimacy of the sweet, unhurried kiss. Last night had been a release but today was an awakening, an enthrallment neither of them anticipated.

A/N: Thoughts? 👀

I'm always curious to know what you all think will happen next.