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biteyoubiteme · 2 days ago

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bullrider!taehyun x fem!reader

synopsis: the one where you're tasked to write an article about a sport you know nothing about. wc: 3.3k ✶ warnings: nsfw! no protection, no pull out mention, bulge kink, riding, fingering, sorry if I forgot anything ><

an: soooo i had this idea when i was on a road trip earlier in the year after reading the chestnut springs series lol and could not get taehyun off of my mind i swear- this is not proofread im so sorry ><

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The job was easy; go in, shoot a couple of pictures, write the article, and catch your flight back home. It had been the same job you did over and over again without a hiccup. You didn't have to know anything about the subject past the part where they were important enough in their field of work to have an article written about them. The magazine you worked for was picky; they only wanted the best remembered, and who was better at bull riding than Kang Taehyun?

You had only heard his name in passing when you had done your F1 spread, and again, he had been at Wimbledon when you covered the only comeback the magazine had ever cared about. Both times he had been sitting in the stands just as you had, pictures taken like he was some celebrity, and you're sure he was, athletes were a celebrity all their own, most of them sure acted like it when you put a camera in their face, at least.

But you had not gone out of your way to watch a rodeo, nor had you ever planned on stepping one of your polished shoes into a dirt and hay infested ring, or whatever they called it. You didn't even want to be caught in the bleachers, jeans or not, you knew all those people in cowboy boots and cut-offs were placing dirty shoes on them, right where they would stain your pants.

It had been a back and forth to get the job in the first place, a full three page spread, your photos lined up next to the cover story. It would be right in the center of the magazine, right on the front page. And your name would be right there under his, a copy line you had dreamed about. It didn't matter if it was bull riding, dirty, and sweaty; you would show up and put your best foot forward, working to ensure your editor knew you were the best person they could have picked to do the job.

Three days in a county city in Texas, three days for interviews, photos, and this apparently. Because you had found yourself pulled to a bar, alive with hollering, country accents wrapped around songs they sang like sea shanties. The clack of snakeskin boots with spurs on hardwood floors worn down by countless squardances, covered in people done up in cowboy hats and shirts tucked into jeans that were seemingly just loose enough at the leg but just right in the back.

It smelled like sweat and smoke, not from cigarettes but firewood, it curled around the bar, clung to the leather of the seats. Neon beer signs reflected off the wall of whisky bottles they had displayed like trophies.

Taehyun leaned into you, his mouth so close to your ear that it made you shiver. “You're staring,” and he was right, you were in fact staring at the automatic bull they had set up in the back corner of the bar, a ring of people cheering with fists around the necks of beer bottles. “I told you you'd like it.”

It had been one of the first things he had promised you. Most of the time, when you get off your plane, you would land and take an Uber to your hotel, call the interviewee up to visit them at their place of work. But as soon as you had landed, phone out to call up the nearest ride you looked up to see Taehyun with a sign with your name on it. Southern hospitality. He had shrugged, as if he were some long lost friend you were visiting on a trip and not someone you had only talked to on the phone once on a three way call with his manager.

It had been sweet nonetheless; he carried your suitcase and even your purse, although he let you keep your camera bag slung across your body, not that you would have let him carry your most expensive piece of equipment. He had opened your door for you, showed you exactly where to place your foot to lift yourself up into his truck, and where to place your hand to help pull you in.

He had chuckled, low and throaty, and it had been the end of your professionalism, at least in theory because in practice you sat pin straight, and watched him place his hand on the back of your seat, twisting in his chair just enough so that the hem of his tee-shirt rode up exposing his tanned midriff as he pulled out his parking spot.

You had been working around all kinds of men the entirety of your career, men with money, class, fame, women falling over themselves to get a look from them, and it had done nothing but make you roll your eyes and jot down your notes faster. But in a second, Kang Taehyun had made your mental pen freeze mid sentance. “Do you like bull riding?” The question had made you snap out of your lost train of thought and focus on the very real truck cabin you were in.

“Not really but ive never seen anyone on a bull before, at least not outside of a few pictures,” you didnt want to lie and get caught up in it, not like how you had lied to the F1 driver you had interviewed and said you had definitely sat through a whole race, then proceeded not to know that there was infact well over ten laps in a single go round to win.

“I think you'll like it, do you like fast things?” he had rolled down his window just enough to lean his elbow out of, his hand loosely touching the steering wheel like he didn't even have to steer at all. It had made you gulp, dark hair twisting along his brow, slightly overgrown in the back, long enough to curl at his neck.

“Hard and fast,” it had been a slip of words, because the second you had decided to be honest with him, it had turned the valve of your filter and made it transparent enough to let anything through.

But he had chuckled, a dimpled divot in his cheek like a marker of an achievement in making him laugh. “Good, that's what I'm known for,”

You were a rollercoaster of emotions, or at least two, love and lust rolling around in the sheets as you desperately tried to separate the two. Because the bar must have been in hell for you to have been thinking that just because he opened the door for you with his hands still full, and smile still wide, that you must have his babies or take his last name after a long, long walk on the beach kind of romance.

If love at first sight had existed, it would be a man like Kang Taehyun to pull it out of you, because suddenly everything you had packed for your trip was far too professional and not eye catching.

And right before he had said he would pick you up to take you to his practice, you had done a thorough search of him on Google. Google! You researched in five minutes more than you ever had to make sure you weren't barking up the tree of someone who must have been very, very happy to have caught someone so devastatingly charming on their hook. And to your surprise, he was single and devoted to his craft just as you were.

He picked you up and looked you up and down like he was drinking you in, his throat bobbing with the taste, and you wondered how embarrassing it was to show up so overdressed to a place that smells of hay and sweat. But he only dipped his head, the cowboy hat he wore a rough, worn leather that was sun bleached and soft, “you look pretty,” that casual boyish smirk on his lips not teasing but genuine.

How could you not melt? He was a sun ray, warm and golden, directed on your weak isomalt heart; he'd leave you a sticky mess if you didn't put up a defense. But you didn't want to, not when it was only the first day and you pulled out your camera, the yellowing lights in the ring turning his tan skin to honey, and your stomach to soupy butter.

Because as you stood there, heavy lens held in your grasp, zoomed in on the way he moved on a mechanical bull, thighs clenched around the body of it, hand thrown up to hold his hat like that was the important bit. It had not prepared you for the next day when you saw the real thing, not even in the slightest. Because there, the crowd screaming, the sound echoing in your chest and rumbling the ground beneath your feet, you saw exactly just how hard and fast he could sink into your bones.

Before, at the practice, it had been him and a few others, the group of them commenting and joking like it was nothing, no live bulls in the ring as they went about their time, chatting with their managers. But here, the heat coming off all the bodies in the arena made you body flush, the dust kicking up from the ring as you watched Taehyun's competitors get bucked off their bull or hold on for dear life.

You watched with absolute rapture, locked in on the scoreboard and how fast every round really was over. And when they finally called out his name, you stood, camera held to your eye as you watched through the lens as he climbed up the side of the gate, tossing his leg over the side of the already rowdy bull beneath him.

He curled his hand around the single strap of leather with a care that was almost delicately endearing. And with one tip of his head, they pulled open the gate, and his timer was set. The bucking of the bull under him had no chance to fling him off, not when he was so concentrated on the way his body moved. With each rise of the bull's hind legs, Taehyun's hips angled just right, rolling with an ease that made it seem like he knew the next move before the animal even knew it himself.

Taehyun had thrown a single hand up, dipping his head, his cowboy hat blocking out the view of his face, arm flexing under the thin fabric of his tee-shirt, veins in his forearms cording up the muscle, sweat clinging to the tan of his skin. And it was all over so very fast, too fast for you to be feeling so hot and bothered.

And after, when everyone was waiting out at the corral, you stood like you had been pierced through the heart by Cupid's arrow, the tip of it dipped in lust, and the rest carved of the same material they had made school crushes. Maybe it would have been delusional to think that he would come out and seek you out, but was it a delusion or a manifestation? Because he had come up to you, his grin not too far off from your own. The sweat on his brow made his hair stick to his forehead, his hat sitting just right against his ears when he leaned in to make sure you heard him over all the noise and asked, “Was that fast and hard enough for you?”

The words themselves had been stronger than any drink you could have found at the bar he had invited you out to; they were intoxicating, drowning you. You had been impressed and didn't want to take your flight back home the next day; you wanted to stay right there, at the bar, drinking him in and swallowing him whole.

“They don't do as well as you did.” You nodded at the people in front of you, their failed attempt at staying on followed by a swell of disappointed noise. They had held on with both hands, hunched forward, and clenched their thighs and still they did not have what it took to keep them upright.

“Well I am a professional,” he shrugged, bumping his knee against yours, the grain of his jeans softened by wear rubbed just right against your bare skin. “We tend to ride better.”

“Do you?” you leaned against the bar, eating in the way he dipped his head, playing at shy when you knew now he was anything but. The tension had been building until it was thick enough to trip over, and here he was leaning onto it, resting against it with the casual stance of a boy who already knew he had won.

“Well, if the competition didn't prove it,” he leaned in playing that this was a noise issue when it was only to get his words to slip down your spine just how he had always intended them to, “I sure as hell could give you a better show of my talent elsewhere.”

You let your hand fall between you two, right against his thigh that he had wedged between your legs so he could get as close as he could on the barstool to you. He brushed his nose right against your cheek, lips ghosting against your skin until you felt it reverberating throughout your whole body. “Unless you don't think you could stay on,”

Your nails scratched at the denim of his jeans, nails digging in as if that would help you steady the beat of your heart. It didn't matter if all he had shown you were red flags, you'd have squinted well until they looked blue, but he hadn't even waved up a sign that you needed to ignore, not a single red flag insight that you needed to contort. He was a man dressed up in temptation and you wanted every last bit of it. “I'm sure you could teach me a thing or two,”

He had chuckled right against your lips, pulling himself away right before he kissed you, “I'll keep you out till the sun comes up,” and in one motion he had taken his cowboy hat off and placed it right on top of your head like a claim.

You needed nothing more to be led back to his truck, not caring that the lot was full of empty trucks, parked on a dirt lot illuminated by a neon sign of a bullrider and the bar's name. He held the back door of his truck open for you and climbed right on in on top of you.

In a feverish rush, the two of you were on each other, his mouth so hot and soft against your own you couldn't help but moan into his kiss. He leaned you back with expert hands, calloused and rough from work slipping under your shirt. He was gentle to brush over your skin, laying you back against the seat until his hat fell off of you and landed where you didn't care to look.

“I want to devour you,” he groaned right into your ear, his hips rolling against yours, the friction grinding the seam of your jean shorts right against your clit. “Savor every last bit,” he nipped at your skin, trailing down your neck until you're arching for him, threading your fingers into his hair and pulling hard.

“Please,” it was desperate and airy, a whimper stolen from you the second he pulled himself away from you to unbutton your shorts. In only a few short moments Taehyun had made you breathless over kisses and nothing more, your hands reaching up behind you looking for something to brace yourself against when he started to pull down your clothes, your hips lifting on their own accord.

As soon as he's worked them off of you his fingers find your folds, slipping through your wetness and drawing out another weak plea from you.

“Look at how perfect and wet you are for me,” he traced a soft circle on your clit, your hips rolling into his hand at the motion, “you're fucking soaking,”

You almost can't take it anymore, not like this, when he drags his fingers back down to your entrance, the heel of his hand pressed to your clit while you buck up to meet his touch. With his free hand, he pulls at his belt buckle, the clink of the metal pulling your eyes down to the outline of his bulge in his jeans, thick and mouthwatering in a way that would keep you from thinking of anything else for years to come. “Look at you laid out for me,” he slipped his fingers into you, your head rolling back at the pleasure, the heel of his palm keeping itself in place against your clit.

He gave a few slow pumps, letting you get used to the feeling all before he ripped it away. Your mewl of disagreement falling weak on your lips when you looked back at him. The very fingers he had in you placed on his tongue, his free hand wrapped around his cock, wrist flicking as he moved to sit himself down like he was ready to keep himself occupied without your help. “I think it's your turn to show me exactly how you ride,”

And it didn't matter how desperate you looked climbing over him in the back seat, your legs thrown over on either side of his as he helped guide the tip of his cock between your folds, until he could push right into your waiting entrance.

Both of you moaned at the sensation, the stretch making your thighs tremble as you sank down on him, his hands falling to your hips and his hold hard enough to bruise. And when you finally seat yourself flush against him you can't help the way your body reacts, clenching around him, whimpers slipping from your lips just at the feel of his buried deep enough inside you it made you lightheaded.

“God, look at how deep I must be,” his hand falls to your pelvis, pressing down until you cry out in shocked pleasure, nails digging into his shoulders, his head lolling back as he looks back up at you, his smile a hazy wash of lust.

“Taehyun-” it's a desperate sound, like you don't know what to do with yourself, what to do with the emotions building up inside you, flooding your bloodstream at the same rate your orgasm is building. You lift your hips, testing the movement, and finding it so hard to bounce with how weak he makes your legs.

“Here, baby, like this,” he digs his fingers into your flesh, helping to guide the roll of your hips to perfectly grind your clit agsint his plevis, to grind just right so that you can feel the pressure of him shift so that hes pressed right against the perfect spot deep inside you, bumping and bumping over and over as he leads you.

You're a whimpering mess, shaking your head like it would keep the sounds at bay when he sinks back just enough so that he can push impossibly deeper into you, “thats it, baby, cum with me,” the words lull the orgasm out of you, your body convulsing, your forehead to his as you break apart, whining into his kiss, his hands sliding up your back pulling you into him as he moans from deep within his throat.

You can’t stop your hips from moving, not as he fills you with all his warmth, not when he’s gasping like he’s trying to catch a mouthful of your soft pleased exhale. “Ride it out, that’s it,” and if you hadn’t folded before you sure would have then. His calloused hands were gentle as they slid down your body, cupping your tired thighs as he leaned back to kiss you.

He was dizzying, his lips peppering down your neck as you laughed, shocked at yourself, at the fogged up windows of his truck, and just how much you still wanted him.

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6ure · 15 hours ago

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　ᛝ　 ͜◞/♪ 　txt nsfw links ⠀ ໒꒰ྀི ․ ․⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა ⠀⠀

투모로우바이투게더 ⠀⠀⠀── ⠀⠀⠀♥︎ ⠀⠀⠀female ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀reader⠀⠀𓍚ํֻ ⠀⠀mature content ⠀⠀⠀sypnosis ; read the title <3⠀⠀

. . ⊂((・▽・))⊃ // jjunie loves it when u get all wet on his dick (●´^｀●)

. . (∩︵∩) // you teased yeonjun during his weverse live so u paid the price :(

. . (´ ω `♡) // jjunie’s tired but you convince him to fuck you ><

. . ୧(﹒︠ ̫ ̫̊ ̫﹒︡)୨ // soobin is just so much bigger than you :3

. . (ㅅ´ ˘ `) // soooo messyy 〳 •́ ﹏ •̀ 〵

. . (≧◡≦) he loveesss when you get touchy

. . (☆▽☆) // beomgyu needs it real bad

. . (●´^｀●) // just a big ole munch..

. . ⁽͑˙˚̀བ̇˚́˙⁾̉ // takes it nice n slow

. . ⊙︿⊙ // so needy for taehyun after he has been gone on tour

. . ⋆ටᆼට⋆ // this is soooo taehyunn ᰔ

. . ( `ε´ ) // terry, not taehyun 【＝◈︿◈＝】

. . 米＾－＾米 // huening just needs a big fat hug :(

. . 〳 •́ ﹏ •̀ 〵 // he hit it once, and couldnt stop.

. . ಥ_ಥ // tattoos are his biggest weakness.

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taegimood · 4 months ago

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— nudes?! (k.th) ♡

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.4k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, implication of sexy time at the end, tyun gets hard and is v clear abt what he wants, they’re both horny asf synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

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taehyun considers you one of the bros.

right up there along with his 4 other crazy best friends, you fit right in, no sideways feelings to worry about and endless wingman opportunities to gain — hell, he even forgets sometimes that you've got a pair of boobs under there somewhere.

and all of this, of course, is completely and absolutely:

not true.

it's exactly what you seem to think in that pretty little head of yours, though, as taehyun often observes; it's quite cute actually, he thinks.

"out of all the guys i could like, why does it have to be the one guy in my life who would draft me onto his football team if he had one?" he'd overheard you complaining to yeonjun one day.

(sorry, but trust me, sweetheart - you wouldn't even make it past tryouts, he'd thought afterwards upon fighting back a laugh and an endeared little grin.)

oh, if only you knew.

if only you knew the steady breaths he has to take whenever you stand so temptingly close to him; or how many filthy images he has to shake out of his mind when he's helping you with your workouts; or that annoying little shadow called jealousy that he has to push down when you smile so sweetly at a man that isn't him.

taehyun is a man of self control, and a man who would do anything for the people that he loves — which means that no matter how much he'd enjoy changing your mind about what exactly you assume he perceives you as, he knows for the sake of your friendship that he can't.

and so he doesn't.

but oh, you wish that he would.

taehyun is quite good at keeping his feelings in check, to the point where you're convinced at this point that if you were to strut naked across the room in front of him, he wouldn't even pay you any mind;

pft, you scoff at your own silly thought, as if something so ridiculous would ever happen. (…well....)

today you've decided that you're getting real tired of your own pining and yearning and eyes that shoot hearts like confetti every time your best friend walks into the room —

you pout at the sight of yourself reflected on the open camera screen of your phone as the self-timer counts down yet again. this has become quite the routine of yours.

body bare save for the lacy lingerie that doesn’t cover much of anything as you perch at the edge of your bed, posing so prettily, so sensually, just the way you imagine taehyun would like; just more photos to add to the naughty little album in your camera roll that you wish you could send to him but know that you never will.

there was a time where you used to try testing the waters a bit, some flirting here, a fleeting touch or two there. but you'd quickly learned how pointless it was. after all, a brick wall is never gonna flirt back.

you sigh. it's time to get going anyway; speak of the devil, he'll be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.

taehyun can see in his peripheral the way you keep glancing at him from the passenger seat of his car.

as usual, he maintains an even expression. "excited to see me or something?"

his lips quirk as you jump in your seat a little, quickly looking forwards and crossing your arms as you grumble, "you wish. i just saw you like two days ago."

he merely hums in acknowledgment, which gets you even more grumbly — ("no fair that i can never get a reaction out of you! why is it always me?!" you'd wailed in defeat one time after a failed attempt to get him back, your cheeks flushed pink and pretty).

taehyun smiles.

when he soon pulls up outside your friend's apartment building that you’d needed to drop something off at first on the way to yeonjun’s, he decides to be nice as he asks,

"where was that new cat café you wanted to go to? we can stop there before meeting the guys."

bingo. the smile that lights up your face is exactly what he was looking for as your previous pout melts away and you gasp, "really?! okay wait, i took a screenshot of their instagram page the other day, you can check and put the address in! i'll be super super quick!"

he bites back a laugh as you shove your phone into his hands and excitedly rush out of the car.

"5 minutes tops or i'm going without you!" he calls out the window, to which you shriek and scurry away even faster.

he grins to himself, shaking his head as you disappear into the building and he turns to click open your camera roll.

"alright, cat café, where are............ you."

taehyun feels as if a lightning rod has just shot straight through his entire body.

his muscles tense. all his breath escapes him in a rush.

you...

the sight of you is what greets him through the screen...

you,

completely naked.

it's like his skin is consumed by fire as his eyes roam across the rows of pictures in the album you'd left open; most taken on your bed, some in the shower at the gym that you both go to together, some where you’re donned in sets of delicious lingerie — his eyes widening and pants tightening when he even spots one from his own room, your skirt hiked up in the reflection of his full-length mirror as your panties dangle cheekily from one finger, leaving the delicious curve of your ass on full display.

when did she even take that??

he scrolls, and he's barely hanging on by a thread as his best friend who's supposed to stay his best friend poses so irresistibly pretty from the screen; his cock is so hard that it's painful as your big innocent eyes look up at him in complete contrast to the lewd position that you'd put yourself in.

god, the positions he wants to put you in...

alright, reel it in, kang taehyun. this can't go anywhere. you have to take it to the grave. you’ve gotta think about the friendship. you’ll just pretend you didn't see it. you’ll act aloof like you always do.

but every single ounce of self control that taehyun has spent so long holding together finally crashes down around him like a breaking dam when his gaze lands on the name of the album at the top of the screen.

— t ♡

his cock jumps.

fucking hell, these are for me.

when you skip your way back to the car minutes later, you don't notice at first how firmly he's gripping the steering wheel or the fact that he isn’t even looking at you, remaining staring straight ahead as you climb back into the passenger side.

you don't notice — that is, until your phone catches your eye, set neatly on the middle console with your worst nightmare staring right back up at you from the screen.

it feels as though a bucket of ice water has crash landed down on your head (both the water and the bucket) as you realize what happened.

but you barely even have the time to panic or react or beg for mercy, or perhaps for a lobotomy on you both, before taehyun is asking you:

"back seat or my place?"

his voice is so calm that you almost don't process his words. your thoughts buffer as you pause.

"wh... what?" you breathe.

that's when he finally turns his head to look at you, and the intensity of the hunger swimming in his stare is enough to leave you even more winded than you already were before as a familiar feeling stirs between your legs and your thighs clamp together of their own accord.

"back seat," he repeats slowly, "or my place?"

you swallow hard.

this.. t-this is... he means.…

your head is reeling, and dumbly you stammer back, "w-what about the guys..?" as if the plans with your friends really matter anymore in a moment like this.

fuck the guys. fuck the cat café. taehyun has already decided: he’s done holding back from what he wants, and what he wants is to make you his.

you blink at him wide-eyed as he leans towards you slightly in his seat, his voice low and assertive as he replies,

"we're not going."

he taps your phone as if to draw your attention back to it. as if it should be obvious.

"so, you choose." your eyes fly back up to his —

"where do you want me to fuck you?"

your lower belly explodes with heat as an electric shiver rolls down your spine, and you swear that this is the best day of your entire fucking life as you see the promise that flickers in his eyes.

maybe you won't be finding yourself on the football team after all.

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hyukascampfire · 8 months ago

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IT WIŁŁ COME BAC₭ ⠀,, k.th

it’s a small world. you knew this, but you came to really believe it when you ran into an old classmate at the grocery store on a snowy vacation. how strange is that? even more so when he shows up once more at the door of your cabin, frozen from the cold and needing your help. ִֶָ. ´-

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𝖕airings ˒ yandere!taehyun 𝑥 reader

ℊ ; smut ˒ thriller ˒ yandere

𝖜arnings ˒ dubcon!!, baby trapping, dark & yandere themes, taehyun has a warped view of the world, doggy, rough sex, mentions of breeding, stalking, he’s slightly off putting, possessiveness & jealousy… duh!, hard dom!taehyun, nasty freaky stuff, corruption but like not conventionally?, unprotected sex, mentions of not taking birth control, creampie, biting and hickeys, obsession, DDNE please read these and decide for yourself if you’re comfortable reading! let me know if i’ve missed any tags.

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“Taehyun?”

The man turns around, brow pinched and eyes searching for who’d said his name. When those sharp, intelligent eyes land on you, familiarity passes over them. In the black, there’s a shine, and the shape of them softens into something else; something you’re more used to, on him.

“Hey,” he says. His arms are full of supplies and groceries. Knitting his strong brows together, he says, “What are you doing out here?”

You toss the chips you’d been grabbing before you noticed him into your cart. It falls with a crinkle down onto the mountain of other snacks just like it. You should probably pick up some real food, too. The others shouldn’t have made food your job. If it was up to you, the cabinets would be stuffed with an array of quick snacks. Cooking isn’t really your strong suit.

“I’m gonna spend a few nights at a cabin here with some friends. We wanted to find some snow, since it never snows back home,” you say, and then you laugh at the absurdity of finding someone from your hometown all the way out here. What are the odds of that? Especially since everybody graduated and scattered out into their own moving lives. “What are you doing out here?”

He reaches up to push his glasses up his nose, an easy smile on his lips. The sight of it brings back memories.

Taehyun and you had not been the closest in high school. You were in different crowds, and he kept to his own anyway. But the few times you two did interact, by some assigned group project or an incidental brief exchanging of words, he was nice enough.

He changed a lot, though. If someone were to ask you yesterday if you remember him from school, the image you would’ve imagined is at stark odds with the man standing in front of you now. Where the long, lanky limbs and unsure demeanor of a boy once was, there is now all the confidence of a man. The angles of him are sharper, more defined and chiseled. And, his shoulders… He’s gotten broader, too. The butterflies in your belly are strange; It’s strange feeling like this over a man you might not have looked twice at years ago. He wasn’t ugly by any means, back then. You just… had an eye out for other things. Your palate was different.

He answers, “Touché.” Stepping back, he lets another customer push their cart through the gap between you. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. What have you been up to? Back home for break? It seems like everybody from school moved on. It’s nice seeing someone from our class.”

It’s not an answer to your question, but the snow gear and thick jackets in his arms tell you enough. He’s seeking snow, too. Snow birding is really the only way that you might see snow, here. Snow really only ever comes to the mountain peaks. Speaking up over some storewide announcement that makes the bustle around you impossibly louder, you say, “Oh my god, right? That’s what I was just thinking.” You make your tone light—the kind of saturated sweetness that comes with small talk, all manufactured and stilted. It’s not necessarily awkward; you just are clumsy with this kind of conversation. You just ramble to fill the space. “I… Just have been working. Never went to school. Did I tell you that you look good? What have you been up to?”

For a moment, you think you see a glimpse of something… strange pass over his eyes. Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated. It’s gone in nothing more than a blink of an eye, and barely even was there in the first place. You’ve got a mushy brain from driving all day, anyway. What a strange thing for your mind to make up, though.

“Nothing much. Work for me, too,” he says, shrugging. “Finally got the chance to get away from it, and decided to come out here.”

Another shopper comes shoving themselves between you. Clearly, your catching up is an obstruction on their very important, very urgent shopping trip. Taking the hint, you tell Taehyun, “I get it, believe me. But…” You gesture at your groceries. “I’ve gotta finish up shopping before everybody gets here. It was nice seeing you! I wish I could linger, really.”

He offers you an easy smile, letting his crossed arms fall away from his chest and shaking his head. “No big deal. I’ve got some stuff to pick up, too. Have a nice one, yeah? Don’t get caught in the blizzard, or anything.”

Snorting, you dip your head goodbye and say, “I’ll try not to.”

❅

The hardwood floors creak beneath your flustered pacing. “Are you serious? How long is it gonna be?”

“I’m sorry? I didn’t expect someone to slash our fucking tires?” Your friend’s voice cuts in and out through the speakers, one of the few hollow sounds in the cabin. Aside from you and the decor, it’s empty. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck out there, but there’s nothing we can do. You’re going to have to wait it out for a few days. At least until we can get there.”

Gritting your teeth, you give her a tactful Okay, bye, and thumb the big red button. The sound of the call ending echoes, too. Curling your arms around yourself, the whole place feels big and haunting. The howling of whipping wind and snow against the windows doesn’t help.

Someone had slashed their tires, and now you’re going to be here alone. For days. If being alone wasn’t already making knots of your belly, that was. It’s startling: going out of your way to slash someone's tires, but making no attempts at stealing the car or anything in it. Either it’s personal, or somebody just wanted to ruin somebody else’s day. Both leave a sour taste in your mouth.

Your every limb goes rigid at a thump, and in the corner of your eye, there’s movement. When you whip your head to look fully in that direction, all that moves in the window is snow like haze and the trees bending in the same violent wind. Nothing but night and the storm.

Beside yourself, you inch toward the window to look closer. Tugging a thick, willowy curtain to one side, you do a scan.

Sat in the snow, dusting over with heavy white flakes as you look, are a pair of glasses. You are not stupid enough to go out and get a closer look.

❅

With the fireplace roaring, the place doesn’t feel so empty.

You waited all day for the snow to stop coming down so hard. If you’re going to be alone here for days, you want to go out and spend the daylight away around other people.

Really, you just don’t want to be in this cabin all by yourself. You have a bad feeling. It;s unfounded, maybe. But you do.

The snow does not stop falling, and the wind does not stop blowing it into thick piles. It’s everywhere: the whole entire yard is coating thick with it, and so is your car. Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to? Maybe after thirty minutes of plowing snow. You’ve at least kicked enough of it away from the porch to open the door.

At some point, hope for doing anything but toiling around in here dwindled away. With what embers of excitement for vacation you have left, you tugged on some knitted socks and played Christmas classics off your phone.

You’re still playing them as you decide to cook something up. You’re not the best cook, but what do you have to lose? It’ll only be you eating it. If it goes awry, you’ve still got snacks to make into a meal.

The kitchen comes alive while you work. You tug out all the pots and pans that the cabin owners provide, clicking the stove on while you dance and hum along to the songs that you’d seemingly come out of the womb knowing. Pulling the fridge open to the song of Silver Bells, you decide on something ambitious and set ingredients out over the counters.

You don’t even get to slicing before there’s a knock at the door. Three very solid, very resounding knocks. The knife makes a clattering sound as you let it drop to the cutting board.

There shouldn’t be anybody out here. Maybe your friends got the car up and running, and forgot to let you know. Your heart thrums a wild, crashing beat, as you swipe your phone up to shoot a quick text.

At the top of a screen, a text comes in from an unknown number. Your belly does a frantic swoop, a thousand different thoughts swarming and shoving to be the one at the forefront of your mind.

+1 [678-999-8212]

Hey, it’s Taehyun.

+1 [678-999-8212]

I’m sorry if this is weird, but I’m the one who just knocked at your door. I wanted to hike up to my cabin but I’m lost as hell right now, and recognized your car outside

+1 [678-999-8212]

Thought it would be better to ask you for help instead of a random.

You take a moment to blink at the glow of the screen. Taehyun was the one knocking on your door? That both settles you and kicks up more questions. What are the odds that you both rented out cabins from the same people? The world is small; you’re reminded that a lot, these days.

Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you head for the door. He’s got to be freezing. It’s coming down hard out there.

The door swings open to Taehyun’s face just as frost-glazed as you expected. His jaw chatters and his nose and cheeks are a deep, winter-pink. Despite it, his mouth pulls into a friendly smile—the kind that illustrates in the humorous corners that he is aware of the absurdity of his situation, as well. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, a thick winter jacket zipped up to the top dusted at the shoulders with fat snowflakes just the same as on top of his coal-black hair.

“Oh my god,” you say. A laugh seeps through the cracks. “I’ve got the fireplace going hot. Do you wanna come in? How long have you been out there?” Stepping to one side, you offer him entry into your home. Temporary home, that is.

He tries to rein in the shivers, you can see it in the smile he’s got plastered on his face and the way he buzzes and trembles around the edges like the bitter cold is trying to push against his skin and escape him. “If it doesn’t bother you,” he says, stepping in past you. When he passes, thick in the air, he smells like smoke and the dark woods—it’s musky and familiar, but also haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be.

He smells nice. Really nice. The kind of blend of manly musk and cologne that makes a woman look twice. It makes you look twice as he passes, at least.

Him standing there now, eyes roving over the cabin’s wood walls and the knitted blankets and the fire whispering from the living room, you realize how strange it is to be here with an old classmate that you haven’t seen for at least three years. How awkward it is.

“It doesn’t bother me at all. You did scare me a bit, though,” you say, shooing the wispy chill away with a close of the door. “I’d rather you not freeze to death out there. It’s, like, ten degrees.” You tuck your arms across your chest. “What made you go hiking in this? It’s been nasty today. I haven’t even been able to leave.”

His cheek twitches with a dimple. Even back in school, you noticed that. Then, it’d fit right into his face. Now, it’s a delicious contrast against his angled face. “Sorry I scared you. I knew it’d be weird, but… Yeah, I was freezing out there. I seriously thought I was going to die.” Hair brushes over his eyes, their cunning and sharpness something that draws you in. Like two swirling, black pools of swirling water, they beckon you in a way that you can’t quite digest. “It wasn’t too bad down by the car, and I didn’t know there was a whole damn trail up here, so I… yeah. It got bad.”

Snorting, you nod. “I bet.” You’re not sure what else to say; your mind freezes over in an impermeable frost. You tap around with a pick to try and find words, but there’s no getting through it. You hardly know him. What do you talk about? What are you going to talk about, considering the fact that he’s no doubt going to be here for some time? Until it stops blizzarding so hard outside, at least.

Charging through the tense moment with a brassiness that you do not remember him carrying back then, Taehyun nods a gesture toward the kitchen and the dinner you’d been in the middle of making. “Making something?” he says. The low, warm light of the cabin washes over him and make his face something cozier than it’d been standing frozen at your front door. It also makes a show of the angles of his cheek as it turns, and the tall line of his nose. Something on him is missing. You can’t capture the notion or put your finger on it, but somewhere in the depths of memory, you feel like there was something there that isn’t here with him now. Maybe it’s a different styling of his hair from the last time you saw him, wind-swept as it is now. Or maybe you’re just stir-crazy.

“Yeah.” You nod, watching in place as he ventures into the kitchen. Narrowing your eyes down, you try to pinpoint the thought. Is it something small? A pair of earrings? “I was gonna cook up something warm for dinner, but I’m not the best cook. I don’t burn anything, but… it’s never great, you know?”

Taehyun tugs his jacket off his arms, and you confirm that it’s not a certain jacket or something. “I’ll help,” he says, discarding the heavy thing. “Make myself useful.”

“Oh!” you say, bringing your hands together in realization. “Are you not wearing your glasses? Holy shit, I’ve been staring at you thinking something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was.”

He furrows his brows, corners of his mouth twitching. The look passes over his face in nothing more than a split-second, before something else plasters over it. He crinkles his nose and says, “Huh. I didn’t even notice…” The knife you’d left to let him in glints as he picks it up to assume where you’d left off. “Didn’t you say that you were here with some friends? Is everybody asleep already?”

You trace the lines of his face where those brown glasses had rested the last time you’d seen him. He must’ve forgotten them in his cabin this morning, or something, before he went out. You grab a pot and fill it over the sink for noodles. “Actually, they all got caught up back home. It’s literally just me here for days. I’ve been so bored.” Over your shoulder, you add, “I’m just making some fettuccine and chicken.”

“Caught up?” he says, voice casual and occupied. The sound of the knife against the cutting board as he slices follow his words.

“Yeah. Someone messed their car up bad… Like, knife to the tires and the windows were smashed in all over the seats. It was fucking terrifying.” Clicking the stove on, you set the pot to boil.

Taehyun doesn’t answer for a few minutes. You look over your shoulder and find him working in the chicken still. He answers, his eyes dragging up to you for a quick moment before making sure he doesn’t cut a finger off, “Did they steal anything?”

Turning to him fully as you wait for the water to bubble and turn over, you say, “That’s the weird thing. They didn’t steal or anything, they just fucked it up and… left.”

“Huh,” he says, furrowing his strong brow down at his working hands. “Yeah, that’s weird. That’s some personal shit. Maybe someone had a shit day.” The end comes out around a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, maybe.” You crack open the cardboard flaps and pour the noodles into the pot. “Still… scary.”

Taehyun takes over the cooking, and you’re happy to entrust dinner to him. He works diligently, and the sight of his back as he stirs and chops and seasons—it’s mouth-watering. This way, you can fully admire him as he does. You’re not much help, anyway. Instead, you just start the gentle hum of Christmas music once more and stay out of his way.

It’s nice to have somebody here. The howling of the wind and the echoing of your own movements back to you has started to become haunting. Maybe having Taehyun here is a bit unconventional, and it really should be your friends here with you, but having him here is the better outcome than some creep being the one knocking at your door. It’s nice to have him here in case that does happen, too.

It’s not like he’s bad company, or anything, either.

When the entirety of the cabin is full with the smell of warm dinner and your conversation, you swoop back in to offer help with something you can manage. Stepping beside him, indulging in his rich scent once more, you plate the dinner he’d made for you. Steam dances up from it and beckons your tastebuds. “You’re, like, a Michelin chef. What the hell? Thank you.”

He doesn’t answer, and in the corner of your eye, you catch his knuckles going white around the counter’s edge where he leans his weight into the arm. Frowning, you go to look up at him.

It leaves his face when you catch it, but you find him looking down at you… different again. Darker, as though the pupils at the center have grown hungry and eaten up the chocolate there. You think you see his jaw tightening and a hard swallow bobbing in his throat, too. His face is so close like this, you can see the plush turn to his lips and the darkness beneath his eyes, and even the chap of his lips.

Flustering, you take a step back and do your work there. You’d stepped way too close to him. Does he think you’re weird? You’ve always been the type with a scarce personal bubble; you forget that others don’t work the same.

“It’s nothing much,” he finally says. It’s cool and collected once more. “I make this all the time. It’s one of my favorites.”

Handing him his plateful, the chicken glistening with glaze and the noodles a swirl of cream and garnish, you say, “You’ll have to write down the recipe for me, or something. I totally want to make it for myself.”

Accepting it with another easy grin, he says, “Yeah, sure.” He forks a bit of chicken off the plate.

The smile does not reach his eyes.

❅

The longer you look at it, the worse the feeling gets. Black and scrawled in wobbling lines, jagged and dark in places where he’d gone over a line a few times, you just… feel like you’ve seen it all before. It’s a smokey, tainted memory, far-off and obscured no matter how you squint your eyes.

Why do you remember it? Why does the sight of it crawl like dread under your skin and wilt? Sure, you went to school with Taehyun, but you don’t really think recognizing his handwriting should feel like this. Who even pays attention to the handwriting of somebody you interacted with once or twice, anyway?

God. You are dramatic. You kick your legs out of the comforter, swelteringly thick and quilted with a gaudy winter pattern of reds and browns and whites, and fold up the paper to place it on the darkwood bedside table.

The click of you flicking the white switch on echoes off the bathroom’s tiled walls. You reach for your toothbrush on the counter, and then the world goes dark around you.

You freeze, eyes frantically blinking and straining against the blackness to adjust. The power had gone out. There’s a few beats of you stricken in place, toothbrush in hand, thrown for a loop.

Then, the whole cabin goes out as the power to the heater dies, too. You swear.

Your journey down the hallway is a stumbling of legs and the grooves of the wood-paneled walls against your fingertips. It’s the pitch black of night out here, too. The only thing you can see is the static that fills up the gaps when it’s dark. “Taehyun?” you say. Is he asleep already? You don’t even know where the room he’d taken for the night is, relative to where you are now.

Nothing answers you for a few moments, and then from an opening door, light floods like a miracle. The shape of him, the light from his phone’s flashlight just enough to dimly illuminate his features, comforts you. His hair is ruffled, like he’d just drug himself from bed.

“Power went out,” he says. It’s awfully loud, now that you two are the only sounds in here.

“Yeah, I think I just had a little heart attack. I was up brushing my teeth.” Why hadn’t you thought to use your phone’s light? “The heater… We’re gonna freeze to death. Do you think they have a generator, or something? The fireplace doesn’t really do much…”

He features glow in as he moves the phone. “Mine didn’t. It’s fine, my room’s got a fireplace in it. We can close the door and get it warm in there.”

“Better than nothing,” you say, shrugging and following him in.

You plop on his bed, the surface of it cold and plush, while he works on kindling a fire. “This is, like, nowhere near where I thought I’d be for vacation.”

He readjusts the logs, dry and perfect for burning, into a point. Poking and prodding, Taehyun says, “Not having fun?”

You snort at the dry and flat delivery. “Friends haven’t even gotten back to me, I’m snowed in, and I’m locked in here with a total stranger.” You draw out the last word as a joke, your smile painting the tone playful, but it’s the truth. You don’t know Taehyun one bit. It’s just as strange and unpredictable as the other things on the list of things that have gone awry. “I guess I had a good dinner, so I can’t be complaining too much.”

Curling up to his full height, he takes a knee and settles into the bed beside you. “Make some room for this stranger, won’t you? We should probably try to use our body heat.”

Laughing, you go to say something to rift off his joke. It dies in your throat when he doesn’t join you. In an awkward sort of panic, you wince and say, “Yeah, it’s cold as hell. We’re gonna freeze to death in our sleep.”

And, ridiculously, you crawl under the covers. You don’t know why you do it; maybe it’s because he’s completely serious and watching you, or maybe because it’s true that you might actually get so cold in your sleep that you die if you don’t. Either way, you do. You don’t know which way to settle: facing him or with your back turned to him. Both are strange, but which is stranger?

Facing him, you decide that turning your back to him just doesn’t settle in your soul right.

“Weird night,” he says, sliding himself under the blanket’s covering. The same blanket that you lay in. “But…” he says, eyes flickering over you laid there. He looks as though he’s going to say something else, but he decides against it. “Good night.”

He does you a favor and turns his back to you.

❅

Night still holds the world in its claws when your eyes flutter open.

You shift to try and find that perfect position that’ll lull you back into sleep, slipping your legs over the sheets and shifting your cheek against your arm and wiggling your hips against the solid pressure behind you.

The pressure behind you. Stilling, your eyes fly open.

The weight of Taehyun behind you, his chest rising and falling, and the warmth of him, pierce through sleep’s haze like a white-hot knife. You’re all the way on his side of the bed, pressing your bottom into him. Shame creeps its wicked way from your chest and then out through your skin, blazing the skin of your cheeks. You push up on an elbow to scoot back to your side of the bed as slow and covertly as you can manage.

Fingers like teeth, biting the skin of your waist, stop you. Your heart jumps.

“Don’t move.” Taehyun’s breath and words curl out over the juncture of your neck like a chill. He lets you sit in that for a moment, your heart thumping like a frightened bird in a cage, before he says, “It’s weird. Weird that when I suggested you sleep in my bed, you looked so nervous. But, look where you are now.”

Your voice comes out strangled. “I’m sorry.”

When his palm slides down from your waist to brush over your belly, you begin to think that it’s not an apology that he wants. Your stomach does untamed dips and rolls. It’d been the cold that you were afraid of, but now it’s the blistering heat that blooms where his touch goes that grips you.

“That didn’t take very long.” Like a trail of growing, raging fire, he takes that hand and brings it down the lengths of your body. Over your hip, and then down the supple curve of your ass, and then down the back of your thighs, where he toys with the notion of slipping it between the seam there. “It never did take much for you to give those men your body. Give them what was mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make it right. I’ll make you right.”

Your mind turns over itself, a thousand stray, blinding thoughts bursting at the seams and all asking for your attention. You don’t know which to start with; you don’t have the slightest clue what he means. Asking any of them out loud seems absurd, and the notion crumbles to dust when he brings his arm down your front to cup your heat.

“Face in the bed, ass up.” He commands it in your ear like ice: absolute and biting. “It’s how you like it, isn’t it?”

Doggy is how you like it. You don’t know how Taehyun would know that. What you do know, though, is the way the simple words kindle hungry fire in your cunt. Dragging yourself from the heat of the mattress in a bleary, glazed-over mess of limbs, you paint yourself into an obscene picture: your cheek presses into the mattress, blazing with disbelief, your eyes wide and gone and the mess of your hair obscuring them, and your back the delicate arch of sex and sinfulness as you display your ass high in the air for him.

When you look at him to see how he likes it, you don’t find the man that you saw in the grocery store, nor the man that you let into your cabin. The look you find, vacant and overflowing with an untamed hunger, raises the hair on your skin. It’s off.

“Taehyun,” you say. It’s really just to speak—you don’t have words.

He runs a hand down the curve of your back. His voice comes from behind you, now. “This should’ve been just mine. But you never did look my way, did you?” Your body jumps when his hands find your hips and the fabric in the way of your skin there. Hooking his thumbs under both the waistband of your bottoms and your panties, he drags them down your thighs in a slow crawl. Each inch of blazing skin bared to the air tingles against the cold and under his gaze as you feel his eyes eat it up.

That’s what his eyes do: they eat and they eat, taking up the space around them like ever-hungry blackholes until there is nothing but their absence of light and their heaviness. That was the pull you remember in the store—a force like gravity beckoning a perverse finger at you and leaving you nowhere to go but toward him.

He pulls the fabric until it’s bunched at your knees. Prodding a finger, just the very end of it, at your hole. You flutter around it, belly turning. “Why didn’t you look my way?” he asks. The rustling of him working on his pants has you twitching and shifting hot against the covers.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You’re only able to choke out the words, heart jumping up into your throat as he takes his hand up your back, pins and needles following his path and pushes your head into the mattress by the back of the neck.

Breath hot over your cheek, he says, “Is this what you want? To be fucked like an animal?” You know he means the position. Your mouth goes dry. “You’re better than that. But, if it’s what you like, I’ll fuck you like it.”

You have a thought. It’s fleeting and fuzzy like the rest of your mind, but you catch it just long enough to turn it over once. When you’d seen Taehyun, you were struck by how he looked more like the kind of guy you might go after than the lanky, off-putting one you remember. And, now he’s set on how you like to get fucked.

The tip of his cock at your entrance sends the thought to smoke and the aftermath clogs your cognitive function. Your mouth falls open as he presses some inches in, slow and enriching. But then he pulls the slight length out to collect some slick and tap his cockhead to your clit. You jolt against the sheets.

When he slides back in this time, he makes sure to brush your hair out of your face to watch every last inch of you taking him reflected in the furrowing of your brows and the glassiness of your eyes and the pink of your cheeks.

He stills when he reaches the hilt, his hips flush to your ass, his shadow falling over you as he leans to bring his ear to your mouth. “You should’ve looked my way. Things could’ve been so different. It’s okay—I’ll make you realize. I know who you really are. I’ll wash this all away and clean you up and make you good again.”

He doesn’t leave space for words or thought. Not enough for you to taste the rust like rot over his iron words. Planting his heels on the bed and shoving your face further into the bed, he starts his hips in a rhythm that has your breaths stuttering and achy wines clawing out from the prison of your chest. He does not move precisely, nor is the bucking of his hips pointed, but it’s a crashing sort of ruin. It doesn’t matter if he finds that spot inside of you. He’s going to consume your every sense: he steals the taste in your mouth and replaces it with himself, steals your hearing with his pants and grunts, steals your sight as his cock twists your insides up, and steals your ability to feel anything but him. He steals your breath, too. Just as a wicked little souvenir.

“Hhh—fuck, Taehyun, holy shit,” you say. A procession of crude and mewled cries come tumbling out your mouth after your words. No matter now you filter your sounds to try and maintain your decency, he just drags them from you anyway.

Bringing his hand up to splay his hand over the entirety of the back of your head rather than the delicate back of your neck, he grits out, “Filthy-fucking-mouth.” He punctuates the words with a hollow smack of his skin against your ass. It’s the sound of sex incarnate—your skin burns hearing it clashing against the rest of your debased sounds. “And it’s just for me, now. Isn’t that fucking great? None of those vile pigs are gonna touch what’s mine again. Not after this. You—” His voice tightens when a certain spot he nudges in your cunt sends it clinging to him and sucking him back in at every return. “You were really testing the limits to my patience. Do you know that?” He drags his hand over your face, smearing obscenity over you with just his tainted touch. “Of course you fucking don’t. You don’t notice shit. It’s why you let this world walk all over you. It’s why you need me.”

As hard and fast as he fucks you, he doesn’t exchange full strokes for it. He pulls completely out of you each time he snaps his hips back, and then meets your ass in burning collisions when he slips his cock right back into you. You struggle for breath, trying to feed your oxygen-starved brain to contend with his snarled preaching. Never once do you catch a full chest of air, though. It turns your thoughts liquid, stupid and simple. “Taehyun—Taehyun,” you say, throat tight. The sheets are stifling against your clammy skin, and the hair around your neck is damp. You take fistfuls of the bunches fabric and his other hand on your hip to ground yourself.

You are beyond grounding. All that floats in your head, one bare thought, is the beginnings of terrifying tightness in your lower belly. Only the sharpest things shove through the shadow permeating your mind. Nip. Bite. He drags his teeth over the soft curves of your shoulders and the expanse of your back. Anywhere he can reach, really. His mouth paints you in aching splotches—the kind that will speak of him should anybody other see your body. The kind that speaks already of who they belong to. You eyes and throat burn.

Taehyun brings that hand he’d been molding into the fat of your hip and curls the muscle-corder forearm across both of your hip bones. A bar. A cage. His solid chest works similarly as he blankets himself over you, speaking into your wild tousle of hair. “Fuck–Gonna cum now.” The friction of his cock against your walls becomes something more unpredictable. The tightening of that knot, just on the verge of a snap that might reverberate through you and crush you into nothing more than bitten flesh and eroded virtue, sits on the horizon. It’s a terrifying thing to be rushing toward. “A—and then they’ll realize that you’re mine. They’ll never put their goddamn hands on you again. Not when your body will have me written all over it.” You can hear the tightness of his gritted jaw, the words seething like black, festering corruption. They fall over your skin and taint you, too. No longer do you shake and tremble against him with innocent little squeaks. Gilt with his words as he speaks them, your body stiffens and your cries go hoarse and pitiful. You try not to think about how you sound. “Isn’t it so good? We’re perfect together. You’re perfect underneath me. Do you know how many—how many times I fucked my fist thinking about you like this? All I ever wanted was for you to realize that we are so much better than the rest of them. It’s always meant to be us. Why did you let them touch you? Dirty your skin?”

All you manage is a heaved cry. He pins you to the mattress and begins fucking you into it. In the black of your eyelids, you watch purity go to dust.

“Take my load, baby. Stay still,” he says. His voice goes soft, like whispers. Like he’s gotten everything he’s wanted, now.

You squirm beneath the weight of him, hips reining against the arm he holds you there by the hips with. Alarm bells ring, booming and thunderous, but in this state of mind, they sound like the music of climax. To the beat of the bells and his hips, blazing through your reddened bottom and your utter inability to breathe, you go tumbling toward that terrifying release.

Taehyun’s steadfast pace stutters. “It’s okay,” he tells you, clearing your clammy face of hair once more. His face is right in yours, his eyes heavy and consumptive. “Just let it happen. I’m gonna breed you up, and then it’ll be forever. We’ll be forever. Can’t let you get away again. Not when I’ve got you now. I need you to take it. Can you do that for me?”

Managing one last mhm, all your sounds catch in your throat. You stop meeting halfway, muscles twisting and turning and raging against the profound, terrible wash of it. Eyes flying open, your cunt clings to him, insides fluttering and rippling in a way that begins delightfully, but toes the line of dreadful as his cock continues to tighten them further. Lightning strikes from your core, crawling and crackling from it. It moves your thighs, convulsing them in tandem with the same release wreaking havoc in your stomach.

Cursing low in your ear, he fucks you frantically, fingers planted on your hips. His cock twitches against you a few times, and then the arm he’s supporting himself on collapses down to the elbow and he’s pinning you and shooting white-hot cum right into you. Your shoulder takes the imprint of his cheek as he nips the shoulder he hangs over. His hips twitch, rolling to ride out his high with deep, chesty groans, and then jumping up to spurt a little bit more into you. His panted breaths fall against your skin like fire.

You blink bleariness away from your eyes. For a few long minutes, that’s all you do. Your chest races so much so that you feel the pulse in your neck and the thumping of it where it rests. Your insides are liquid and intangible, blood slow just as slow as your thoughts.

When reality seeps back through your veins, though, Taehyun’s tugging his chest from your sweaty meeting of bodies. His fingers dig right into the reddened skin where his hips had abused your bottom to hold you open. To view you, and the slow oozing of his seed from your hole. The weight of his gaze sends you fluttering. With the movement of your hole, more of the hot and thickness comes seeping out, slow like molten passion down the shape of your slit and then over your clit and then dripping down onto the bed from you.

The feel of it has you swallowing hard. Holy shit, you are stupid. So painfully stupid. So, you’re just letting men cum inside while you’re not on birth control, now? Ones that you haven’t seen since school? Ones that talk like… that?

Tapping your thigh and pressing a hot kiss to your outer hip, Taehyun says, “I’m gonna go check the breakers. You take it easy here for a second.”

Whiplashed, you nod. There goes that pristine, normal mask again. You watch him go, heaving yourself up from the nasty bedding to be greeted by the musk of sex humid in the air. You think a thousand little thoughts, watching the wall as you go far away in your mind.

Everything that he said… That was not just a little weird, or a little kinky. It was bone-chilling. The taste in your mouth, still tainted by him, sours.

You pull out your phone. Pressing it to your ear, your blood runs sluggish still.

The cabin owner’s voice comes staticky through the speakers, asking you what you need help with. You ask about the power outage and where the breaker might be, debriefing him on Taehyun ending up here because he wasn’t able to make it to his own cabin, and how you think that the storm outside might be why the power’s gone out.

The cabin owner’s answer makes you pale.

It’s not a crashing realization. Not a thundering storm reaching its climax, nor a firework plasma and explosive at its center but flashy as it sparkles, nor a searing knife to the gut. It’s a slow, dreadful feeling, sinking to the depths of the ocean with a weight around your ankle and the realization that there is no getting back to the surface. It is drowning with water in your lungs, knowing that you swallowed that water down.

You know why you recognize that hand writing, and you know why Taehyun was missing his glasses, and you know why he had your number even though you have no connections, and you know why he was able to find your cabin by your car despite never having seen it, and you know why your friends never made it here. He, long and spindly legged, the spider, did not even panic when you grazed by the hints toward what he really was. You were all ready in his web, anyway. All he had to do was wait it out and watch you, caught, oblivious, squirm. And, squirm you did.

“What other cabin?”

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hyewka · 2 years ago

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warnings. sub!tyun, noona!reader, desperate shit, degrading, use of whore/slut, handjob

flirt freshman!taehyun who, even if he looks polite and at times would even be described as cute, is definitely a heartbreaker. stringing along, fucking, then ghosting.

you see right through his nice guy act when he subtly hits on you, flashing you his white pearls, blinding smile that show off his dimpled cheeks and the way his eyes form into crescents, his simple charms almost, almost having an effect on you. but you know better, you’ve already passed this chapter of your life, getting yourself fucked over by cute assholes. so you reject any and all advances that he makes on you, even as so far as to completely ignore him whenever he addresses you in a group setting.

you wanted to protect yourself, because again, you knew better. but what you dont realize is how often your blatant rejections have been either straight up cruelly humiliating or just plain harsh to the younger boy. not until you’re stuck with taehyun as you awkwardly wait in the car for your friends.

“why dont you like me?” he starts, quiet as he looks out the window. you turn to look at him, a little astonished that he decided to confront you. then you quickly recollect yourself, clearing your throat.

“who told you that?”

he scoffs, a sneer retching his expression. “you’re kidding aren’t you? i don’t think i know anybody more repulsed with me than you. everyone can see it. you almost jumped out of the car when they told you i was going to sit in the back tonight.”

it’s like hes been keeping all of his thoughts behind a lock with how fast everything spilled out of his mouth and you take in a breath. “okay now that’s an exaggeration.”

“not really.”

then it falls silent again, hearing the distant horns of cars and you awkwardly shift. he’s right, its not.

then suddenly, his eyes shift from the window to you, and the eye contact catches you off guard, you can make out the slight furrow of his brows and the small pout that rests on his lips—you’ve never seen him look like that. you avert your gaze almost immediately.

but he’s still staring. and it has you nervously tapping your finger on your lap.

“i like you, noona.”

your eyes widen a little. not because of the confession, you knew it was coming eventually. something about this variation of gentleness with his voice that you don’t think you’ve quite heard…ever coming from a man has your heart beat just a little faster. noona? its nothing new coming from taehyun, but your hands still slight dig into the fabric of your skirt. “if that wasn’t already obvious enough.” he says bitterly with a non humored laugh.

you spend the entire night, staring at your blank empty google doc, wallowing in all thoughts related to taehyun. it kind of pisses you off that he’s managed to chip a little away from your wall, you usually disperse any thought that comes up in your head that has to do with him. but now you choose to give yourself a leeway, just a little to think over whether he was being genuine, and whatever happened in the car was taehyun serving his heart on the platter to be so…vulnerable, or if it was just the last trick up his sleeve to lure you in like a toy he can’t have.

but then you remember the little features—the way his brows slightly turned up, the way his bottom lip instinctively stuck out, just a tiny bit—the way his eyes twinkled, just somewhat, as cliché as it is to say, it felt genuine, real.

when taehyun sends you a text that night, with a string of other unread messages from weeks or days ago before it—you come to the conclusion that he likes you, really likes you.

sorry, ignore what i said today

i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable around me any more than you do

your heart swells a little, simultaneously feeling the guilt conscience slowly creeping up on you. maybe you really did misread him this entire time.

so imagine your surprise when the next time you see taehyun, a week later, it’s at a frat party, looking down at a girl clinging onto his arms with those same twinkling eyes, smile, dimples, gentle look—eventually laughing then biting down on his lips as he looks away, the red on tips of his ears making you fume more than you’d admit. you don’t know what it was, what exactly made you insane enough to stomp over to him in long strides, wobbly pushing through the drunks, seeing red as you grab taehyun by the arm when he’s of reach—the surprised look on his face only lasting for a second before you furiously turn around, dragging him away from the confused girl that he was getting way too flirty with.

he could’ve easily shaken off your grip, it was weak, but he followed, he let you take him, only when you push him in a non occupied room and lock the door does he finally say something.

“hey, what the fuck was that—”

then you go for it. throwing all logical justifications and reasoning, you pull him into you harshly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. you don’t know what you expected, up to now it felt like you’ve been on airplane mode, but you know it wasn’t what taehyun returns. even if youre the one who came onto him first, he kisses back even more passionately, leaning into you, so quick to be receptive, hands going up to your cheeks as he lets you walk him hard into the door, latching onto your lips as if its a taste of a drug that has him hooked right from the first dose.

he’s so…desperate, it scares you, and turns you on at the same time. every time you try to pull away a little he reels you back almost immediately following your lips, the kiss becoming open mouthed as he breathes in and gets more and more messy, sloppy—he’s so sloppy, it’s the last thing you expected from him.

you finally manage to pull away, both of you catching your breath, with his lips glistening and red, mouth agape, chest heaving, up and down as he stares stunned.

“wha—um, so—fuck, sorry, no wait—” hes stumbling over his words. again, something taehyun never does. whenever hes spoken to you, it always felt so calculated, like every word hes thought over, because it felt so perfect. hes always collected.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you, with those god damn adorable brown eyes.

“kindly, shut the fuck up.”

his brows twitch a little, but he’s still silent.

your eyes search for something in his, you don’t know what, but it feels like you’ve gotten a green light, sighing. “i wanna fuck you.”

“shit.” he marvels, feeling his breath against your palm, his eyes still just as wide. you don’t know what exactly he’s thinking but if the dick already poking against your thigh was any indication, it was that he wanted it. really bad.

you slip your hand off his lips, then you whisper, fixated on how plump they are, “open your mouth.”

he blinks confused, hesitant until you take it upon yourself to rub your thigh against the tent in his pants, having him almost immediately buckle as he lets out a sinful groan. you should know he’s probably not into what you’re into, so you ease into it, testing the waters as you press yourself flush against him, rubbing your leg up and down against his clothed dick. “feel good?”

“y-yeah, shit, noona, please touch me.”

“i am touching you,” you swipe your hand over his bottom lip, fuck, they really are pretty. and so kissable. you’re shocked you haven’t kissed them sooner.

“no, i want your hand.”

you scoff, he’s so confident with what he wants, and so demanding. bratty. he’s probably so used to dominating. “this isn’t enough? me getting off your crusty dick isn’t enough for you? you’re feeling good, aren’t you?”

you press harder and with no consent of his own, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears running red again. your thumb slips into his mouth, easing into it, slowly, before you fully press on his tongue as the friction of your knees against his cock gets more and more frantic and torturous. “you tell me you like me then decide i’m not worth the headache, a week later you run off to another innocent girl you’ll try to break the heart of after getting your fill. someone needs to keep you in check for becoming such an asshole, no? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding him another finger in his mouth so he can’t retort like you know the smartass in him would do.

he sucks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue licking eagerly…fuck, how badly did you misread him?

but you can tell with the way his eyes involuntarily water, and the way he shakes his vehemently, he still has the audacity to deny everything.

you scoff, slipping them out of his mouth, string of his saliva coating your fingers and shoving that hand down his pants, promplty grabbing his dick, marveling at the soft, wet feel. he already spilled so much pre-cum—slut. he likes this.

“you don’t like me, you have no right to be jea—hahhh..fuck, you can’t be jealous, you c-can’t. shit, faster, faster please noona, noona…” he whines, delirious as he gets lost at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips, clearly getting frustrated with how irritatingly slow you’re tugging at his dick.

“i don’t. i don’t like you. i don’t like slutty men who’re bad.”

he whimpers, and fuck does that noise have you pooling your underwear.

“how have i been bad? how? i’m always good to you, i always—”

you twist your hand a little and his head immedietely falls back against the door, mouth hung open as he lets out pathetic, needy pants, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“like it? is it how you imagined it’d feel to have my hands wrapped around your cock?” you press, kissing down his jawline, hand letting out wet sounds as you jerk him off with more speed

“yes, yes, so much better noona, so much—” he chokes on his own words when you suck on his neck, feeling him let out shuddering breaths. cute.

when you use your other hand to trail up under his shirt, feeling up his muscle, you can hear him gulp, and for whatever reason, it turns you on even more.

“fuck, you’ve been trying to dom me, haven’t you?” he breathes out.

you let out an airy laugh out of your nose, grazing your thumb over his nipple, the hitch of his breath being your undoing. “i have been domming you—this entire time. what, don’t like it when a womans in charge?”

he shakes his head immediately, “no, no, i like it. i really do, i like it a lot. i like it when its you, noona.”

even when you have his mind sent to overdrive, he still knows exactly what to say to have your heart racing, it’s dangerous.

“hm?” you hum, throat dry, trying to forget the comment thats repeating over and over in your head. he likes it when its you. you scoff a laugh, “you really know how to get a girl going huh?”

“would treat you right. give me a chance noona, i’ll treat you like a queen.”

“a queen?” you laugh, then pretend to ponder on it as you play with his bud more, his dick leaking through your hand—he’s enjoying it all too much. “think would like goddess more.”

he moans wantonly when you thumb his tip, then transitioning to jacking off his shaft in frantic speed, it gets him delirious. “goddess, goddess, fuck—i’ll treat you like a goddess baby, swear.”

“sure you wouldn’t ghost me?”

his breath hitches again, head dipping into your shoulder, jaw practically hung open, mix of moans and whines spilling out of his mouth dumbly—who would’ve thought, huh? “never. so pretty, you’re so pretty and smart, and and—”

“such a slut, just want your dick touched and you’ll say anything.”

you feel him shake his head, still panting heavily as he grabbles onto you for support. he’s clingier than you expected, he holds onto you so often.

“faster…faster please, ‘m sososo close.” he sobs, his shaky breath fanning on your shoulder.

you chuckle, giving him what he wants, the wet squelching sounds heightening until he breaks. “gonna—gonna-” he spills before he could even finish his sentence, with a high pitched noise he cums in his pants, no doubt creating a big stain in the area of his crotch.

well, shit.

but when he lifts his head, a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over still, you think he might not mind all too much.

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note. long overdue sub taehyun and a noona smut from me 🙏 did they fuck. no. will there be a future continuation of this au. perhaps.

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lucidwntrr · 2 months ago

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hear me out. SUB TAEHYUNNNNN. who can’t take being ridden <3

ahhhh, my first request & taehyun fic ! i was so excited to write this one & hope i did it justice !!

── tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), riding, some marking, implied multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, begging, taehyun cries, taehyun is needy

“god, please - no more…”

you were straddling him, warm and wet with his cock buried deep inside you. the squelching every time you slowly brought your hips down onto him sending him closer to edge of cumming. again.

taehyun was absolutely wrecked. his skin flushed and he swears he could almost cry from how good he felt, sniffling cutely. maybe he already was. all he could do was helplessly squirm underneath you as his fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips.

you started relentlessly fucking him, your pace quick and taehyun couldn’t keep up. his mind still reeling from his last orgasm, cock sensitive and skin still tingling.

“w-wait, slow down, i can’t-” he gasps. he throws his head back onto the bed, giving you opportunity to lean over him and nibble across the exposed skin.

you sink all the way down onto his throbbing cock with a soft moan, rolling your hips against him as you mark up his throat, tilting his head to the side. taehyun huskily panting and whining into your ear.

“aww, is it too much baby~” you taunt, sucking on the skin right below his pulse. he shivers underneath you with a whimper, his eyelids fluttering. his skin erupting with goosebumps and you feel his cock involuntarily twitch, making your breath hitch.

“but you’re doing so well, you feel so good inside me.” you moan, making your way up to his mouth. capturing his lips into a wet kiss, you slide your tongue against his messily while taehyun heavily moans into it.

you lean back with a bite to his red, bottom lip and slide your hands up to his chest, needing something to hold onto as you use him. you look down at him, taking in his appearance. eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and covered in saliva, his sweaty chest heaving under your hands…

"f-uck..." he cries, voice cracking.

with abandon, you start to bounce on him again, slamming your hips down against his. his hold bruisingly tight on your waist now as he thrusts up into you mindlessly. teasingly, you brush a a nipple with your finger, making taehyun tremble and his hips jerk with a drawn out moan being pulled out.

“fuck, please ‘s too much! ’s too good~” he cries, feeling his second orgasm build up. his mind was blank, completely blissed out. the heat of you wrapped around him intoxicating, he could cum at any second.

“too much… too good… which is it,” you giggle with a sharp inhale, taehyun bucking into you, hitting deep inside you. your has gone voice soft and breathy as you too were getting close. “should we stop or should we keep going?”

“i don’t know - i don’t fucking know - i can’t think anymore…” he brokenly grits out between gasps, shaking his head wildly. he starts unabashedly fucking you, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up so you slightly hover over him, recklessly pounding into you.

"t-taehyun, hold on... mmph-!" you stutter over your words, each thrust hitting right against your sweet spot, making you clench and leaving you speechless.

“i just… i just wanna cum, please…” he weakly chokes out, not hearing anything you say. his eyes glazed over as he looks up at you through his tears. “please tell me i can cum~”

you feel your climax coming, short breaths being punched out of you every time taehyun roughly pushes in.

“gonna cum together, yeah?” you whisper as your body tenses, holding eye contact with taehyun. the tears spilling down the sides of his face, nose red, lips red and bitten, so lewd.

taehyun can only nod in response, his breath catching in his throat when he feels you pulse around him, eyes rolling back as he gives one last thrust, burying himself inside you.

“oh fuck-”

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fairyofshampgyu · 1 month ago

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Desperate for sub!tyun thoughts please 🙏

SUB! TYUN THOUGHTS !

FINALLY !! I am a sub taehyun truther through and through. Yes, he doms. But he subs as well !!

Also I just think it’s so much hotter when buff men and people who carry themselves as more dominant are actually subby in bed and that is taehyun.

Though, I think the first few times he subs, he’s a little sceptical about it all. Overall, the way he carries and views himself is a bit dominant, that it would be hard for him to throw all of that away for someone and would maybe make him feel vulnerable. But he trusts you and he’d let you do anything to him tbh. And, turns out he really likes subbing hehe ! 🤭

It’s like how taehyun thinks he’s not cute when we all know he’s the cutest member bfr taehyun 🙄

He’s said before he’s not a guy of many thoughts and so I feel like he’d love being dommed bc he loves the fact he can just switch his brain completely off and let you do anything, he loves letting you take control and being clueless.

Like sometimes he'll come back from work, exhausted as hell, and the only thing running on his mind is you fucking him so hard so he can switch his brain off all the way and not think at all.

LOVES when you pin his wrists down and ride him, he can easily get away from your hold if he wants to but he doesn’t, he just likes it like that. I feel like he really likes being restrained, wrists tied.

He’s so so so whiny and loud and squeaky, his pretty voice was made for that

I also think he’s actually super sensitive and he’ll bite his lip, trying to suppress his whines, ears red and face flushed literally just from you kissing and placing hickeys on his body 😭 Licking and biting his biceps and leaving love bites on them 😍😍 he gets hard just from that. Or playing and sucking his nipples, swirling your tongue around his pretty buds hehe that makes him yelp and throw an arm over his face to hide himself

He can’t ask for stuff verbally well, he gets all shy and embarrassed. After thinking about it all day and then later looking at you with his huge shiny eyes expectantly and pleading, blinking at you and tilting his head like a cat as if you can read his mind but you can’t. Only then will he let out a small exasperated huff but embarrassed— “Can you…fuck me instead…” Puts up fake resistance to beg but he begs so pretty

He has a massive praise kink he just won’t admit it to you out loud but you can so tell because his big boba eyes sparkle even more practically purring.

I don’t think he likes being degraded that much but teasing is very fine he loves that

Can be very bratty and bite back with snarky smart ass remarks and replies sometimes though. Either that or he’s literally just so incredibly pliant and he’ll do anything without complaining just his pupils dilated wide and big black starry eyes looking at you silently, let’s you edge for as long as you want, whatever.

Idk if this is niche but calling him the pet name ‘kitty’ I really like it idk 😭😭 like “aw what’s wrong, kitty? You wanna cum? Yeah?”

Also Beomgyu said taehyun is actually super emotional and he could make him cry if he really wanted to (kinda crazy of him to say tbh) so I feel like literally edging him twice and taehyun is already prettily crying streams and begging. Dacryphilia w tyun yes 🤭🤭!!<33

Noona kink. That’s it. We all know.

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Flesh & Rind @prince-jjae

Watermelon Sorbet!Yeonjun x Cherry Jam!Reader

He was blissfully unaware, as the sticky watermelon cream dripped over his fingertips and made a pool on his toned stomach, that he had forgotten to close his window. The opening left room for a gentle breeze that cooled his sweat-soaked skin, which he happily basked in. If he had opened his eyes, turned his head even a little, he would have caught it.

A pair of sharp cherry eyes, grinning at him in devilish satisfaction.

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 6 days ago

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Force

➾hard hours 009: Taehyun likes using force with you.

RATED XXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Kang Taehyun x fem reader

➯a/n: fun fact taehyun was my first ever bias wrecker 😩

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, sex freaks in love <3

➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are consenting, cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: CNC !! established relationship, hard dom / sub dynamics, safe word in place but not used, saying "stop" but not meaning it, manhandling, strength kink, chokeholding, unprotected + creampie kink, clit stimulation, mocking reader for cumming, overstimulation + edging double whammy, fucking lethal mating press omg-, one thigh slap, deeeeep sub space, dumbification, pet names: angel, babe, my girl / hyun, baby

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─..009.force.───

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Taehyun huffs as you pull yourself away from him by your grip on the headboard.

His hands wrap around your hips with a bruising force and yank you back down, right back onto his cock. He stays there, buried inside of you, while he slots his lips against yours; his passionate kiss only returned halfway because you can hardly breathe.

"Can't take anymore," you mumble against him — being met with the opposite of what you ask for. He starts sliding in and out of you again. Leisurely pace making your brain tingle. "F-fuck... stop, Hyun," you gasp breathlessly; all of the remaining air in your lungs being fucked right out of you when he ups his pace quickly.

Stop is not your safe word. So he all but ignores you.

That look in your glossy eyes is familiar, it pulls a smirk onto his lips. It tells him you're having the time of your life even as you kick your feet and whine about it being too much.

"Fuck," he curses airily, grabbing at your waist as you clench around him tightly. "You always feel so good when you don't want it," he teases, grin widening as you slap at his chest weakly; fisting up the fabric of his tank top.

You want it. You want it so bad. And he's hardwired to give you what you want. He lives to please you — and he lives to see you fight against him and get absolutely nowhere. It's a win-win, really.

"W-" He groans as you kick away from him, panting as you sit up to try and scoot away. "Do I look like I'm done, angel? Get the fuck over here and let me fill you up."

"N-ah!" You squeal as he yanks you back down to the middle of the bed by your ankles. No trouble at all to pull you around like a ragdoll.

He throws your legs up, his arm wrapped up under your knees and pining you into the meanest mating press known to man. Your knees press into the bed by either side of your torso, your muscles burning but you can't think about it even a little bit because he's shoving himself as deep as humanly possible in the very next second.

"Holy fuck, baby!" You scream while grabbing at his hair to ground yourself, "stop, stop, stop, m'gonna cum!"

"Are you? Hm~?" He chuckles, panting and moaning lowly as you pull at his hair, "yeah, you are, you love it when I force my cum into your pussy~"

You can barely move, hardly think, not to mention breathe with him crushing you to the mattress like he is as he pummels you. One thing you can do, though — you cum.

All over him, waves of arousal coming with the intense pulses of your cunt around him; wet, lewd shlicks growing louder. Even more so when his cum joins the mess.

The warmth of it paired with the primal moans he spills into your open mouth makes you short circuit; eyes rolling back into your head and fingers gripping his dyed hair tightly as you wail. "Fu-fucking fuck!"

He stills deep inside of you for a moment, letting loose your legs to bring his hands up and cup your face as you tremble beneath him. "Shhh," he coos with a smile, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls out; cum dribbling onto the sheets.

Looking between your bodies to watch, he strokes your cheekbones gently with his thumbs. "I bet your greedy little cunt wants another load..." He hums; testing the waters and feeling out where you are, how you're feeling.

"No way in hell." You smile dizzily, unable to help yourself, "you're too rough, Hyun, I w-"

If you would have said 'I'm done', he'd've respected that. But anything other than that means you want to keep going.

He sits up on his knees, smile to match your own as he slaps your thigh. Holding his hand over the stinging skin, he brings the other to your wetness, swiping his fingers against your clit quickly and sending all kinds of mixed, delicious signals to your brain.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Gonna cum, babe?"

"No!" You say all too quickly. Brain frazzled and body overworked.

"Yeah~" He laughs, knowing you like the back of his hand. "Yeah, you are."

"Can't- I can't," despite yourself; your back is arching, your legs are trembling again, toes curling. "Cumming!"

As soon as you feel the intense, nearly painful release in the tips of your fingers — he pulls away. You cry out, only getting to kick your legs a few times before he's throwing you around.

Landing flat onto your stomach, he pulls your hips up and slams into you; starting a merciless rhythm.

"You ffffucking jerk!" You scream into the messy sheets, digging your nails into the fabric.

"What?" He laughs breathlessly, dragging you along his cock roughly, "you don't want it anyway, what's it matter how I fuck you?"

"Oh- oh, I'm gonna k-kill you," you stutter, laughing along with him before the sound is replaced with high and unstable moans as he pulls you up by the back of your neck. All while his hips slap against your ass, he presses a hand down on your pelvis; making you both feel as he rearranges your insides to fit him perfectly.

"If you remember you're even mad," he groans into your ear while bringing his arm around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make your brain get a bit more fuzzy. "I know just how to make my girl lose her mind. I'm going to force all the thoughts out of your head until it's nothing but me and my cock."

You would like that very much, and by the way you drip around him — he knows it. He knows it anyway.

It's perfect. You like being forced, and he likes forcing you.

"Goddamn-" He hisses, tightening his arm around your throat as you clench around him. Head pressed to your shoulder as you grab onto his arm, "did you just fucking cum?"

"Y-yeah!" You squeal, nails biting into his skin. You don't think you can take any more pleasure. But you're going to make yourself do it anyway because it feels beyond euphoric to let your brain leave your body. To let your boyfriend use you and force you into whatever positions he prefers that day.

It brings you pleasure beyond the physical to switch your thoughts off and allow your boyfriend to handle you however he wants. Because even when he's supposed to be using you for selfish reasons, his fingers are slipping down to your clit.

Making you cum over and over again until it's physically impossible to do it again.

Forcing you to let him drown you in orgasmic bliss until you really do forget that you're 'mad'. You forget you're supposed to be fighting him, because how could you want to fight this?

He forces you to cum so much, so hard, that you become nothing but a puddle of exposed nerves, clinging to him like your life depends on it — just how he likes you at the end of a long day.

You don't even know when he stopped, all you know is that his arms are wrapped around you tightly and you're in an entirely new position.

Blinking a few times, you realize where you are and relax completely into his arms. You don't know how many times he made you cum, or how — it doesn't matter. Because he was the one to do it.

Completely wrecked, sore in every muscle you have, sticky with sweat; you lay against his chest as you both breathe heavily.

"You in there, angel?" He hums, rubbing your head softly as his arm wraps around your shoulders.

"Think so."

He laughs, your head bouncing lightly with the movement before he leans and pecks your lips. "I'll have to use a little more force next time then~"

─..009.force.───

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gildedsilk · 2 months ago

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Extra Hot Wings ๑

• Kang Taehyun x Reader | Wc: 2K+ | Smut, car sex | MINORS DNI ༻

𝜗𝜚 Gildie's Note ៹ can you tell I’m hungry ? Anyways I love me some Taehyun 😍

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The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed quietly above as you stood next to Taehyun at the front counter of the wings place, both of you lazily scanning the glowing menu board. The guy behind the register looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, but Taehyun greeted him with a little grin anyway.

“Can we do the twelve-piece? Half lemon pepper, half extra hot?” he asked, glancing down at you with a slight smirk. “And fries, right?”

You nodded, leaning a little into his arm. “And celery. Don’t forget my celery.”

Taehyun chuckled, already handing over his card. “Of course, how could I forget the sacred celery?”

The cashier muttered something about a 15-minute wait, handing over the receipt. Taehyun grabbed it and nudged you gently with his elbow. “Let’s go sit in the car. It’s freezing in here.”

The walk to his car was quiet, the night air crisp and still. You tugged your jacket tighter as Taehyun clicked the car open and slid into the driver’s seat, reaching across to unlock your door. The inside was warm, smelled faintly of pine from an old air freshener, and the windows fogged slightly as you settled in.

Neither of you started the car. The radio stayed off. It was just quiet — not the awkward kind, but the kind that felt like a shared secret.

You curled your legs up on the seat, facing him slightly. “Fifteen minutes isn’t that bad.”

“Fifteen minutes with you?” he said, voice low and teasing. “Could be worse.”

You scoffed softly but smiled, cheeks warming. “That line was awful.”

“I’m not a poet,” he said with a grin. “Cut me some slack.”

Taehyun leaned his head back against the headrest, turning slightly toward you. His eyes met yours — not intense, just soft. Familiar. He looked comfortable, like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

You watched his hand on the gearshift, fingers drumming lightly. It was ridiculous how something so casual could feel that magnetic.

“You ever think about how weird it is that we ended up together?” you murmured, tracing little invisible shapes on your thigh.

He glanced at you. “Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Just… this time last year, you were the quiet guy who always wore headphones and sat in the back of econ. Now you’re the guy I sneak out with for wings at 11 p.m.”

Taehyun’s expression softened even more, and he turned his full attention to you. “Yeah. I remember seeing you before I knew you. Thought you were intimidating.”

You laughed under your breath. “Me?”

He nodded. “You looked like you had everything figured out. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even figure out which door led to the right lecture hall.”

The heat between you built slowly, gently — not in your skin, but in the air. Something unspoken passing like a current.

He reached across the center console and took your hand, fingers brushing your wrist like he was memorizing the shape of it.

“You make me feel…” he paused, words catching on something quiet and real. “Safe. I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

Your heart fluttered at the honesty in his tone. You squeezed his hand.

“I feel that too,” you whispered.

A beat passed.

Then another.

And then he leaned in, slow and steady — like he was giving you every second to stop him, but you didn’t want to.

His lips met yours, soft and warm, and everything else disappeared. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hungry. It was something else entirely — something careful and aching and full of all the things you’d never said out loud.

You broke apart just enough to breathe, foreheads resting together.

“I don’t want the wings to be ready yet,” he murmured.

You smiled against his mouth. “They can take their time.”

Taehyun’s thumb brushed your cheek as his eyes lingered on you, lips barely parted, breath still warm from the kiss.

Then came the shift — subtle but unmistakable.

His voice dropped a note, laced with something heavier, quieter.

“So… fifteen minutes, hm?”

You tilted your head, catching the glint in his eyes — no longer just soft and sweet. There was want in them now, clear and unfiltered. It poured off of him in waves, like heat off the hood of a car under summer sun.

You swallowed.

“What are you thinking?” you asked, voice just above a whisper.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in again, this time slower. Deliberate. His hand found the curve of your jaw and held it there as his mouth brushed yours — once, twice — before deepening the kiss.

This time, there was nothing hesitant about it.

It wasn’t rough, but it was hungry. Your lips parted for him instinctively, and he slipped a hand behind your neck, drawing you in closer. You shifted toward him, the console pressing against your side, but you didn’t care — your world narrowed to the press of his mouth, the soft scrape of his teeth, the way his breath caught just a little when your hand slid under the hem of his sweatshirt to touch bare skin.

His tongue met yours with a slow roll, not rushed but with purpose, like he was savoring every second. You could feel his fingers flex at the back of your neck, pulling you in like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

“God,” he muttered between kisses, voice hoarse. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You smiled into him, your heart racing, hands roaming up his chest. “Pretty sure I have a clue.”

He laughed quietly, almost breathless, and then kissed you again, harder this time. The kind of kiss that stole your breath and gave it back all at once. The kind that curled heat low in your stomach.

The windows began to fog.

Your body shifted instinctively, one leg drawn up slightly on the seat as your hips angled toward him, seeking more friction, more contact. He took the cue, pulling you over the console with a quiet grunt, guiding you into his lap.

It was awkward and cramped, but neither of you cared. His hands found your waist as you straddled him, knees sinking into the leather seat. You could feel him under you — hard and real — and the shock of it sent a bolt of electricity through your spine.

Your lips were swollen, breath ragged. He looked up at you like he wanted to memorize everything — your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rose and fell, the way your eyes flicked down to his lips and back.

He cupped your face again, gentler this time, resting his forehead against yours.

“Still have a few minutes,” he said, voice low and thick with restraint. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, your hands slid up under his sweatshirt fully now, fingertips mapping the lines of his torso, nails dragging slightly — just enough to make him hiss through his teeth.

You leaned in again, this time whispering against his jaw. “I want you. Right now.”

His grip tightened at your waist.

“Fuck,” he murmured, lips finding your throat now, kissing a trail just under your jaw. “Okay. Come here.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, and what you saw nearly undid you.

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips kiss-swollen and slightly parted. His chest rose and fell under you, faster now, and his fingers flexed at your sides like he was trying to memorize the shape of you.

“Taehyun,” you whispered, fingertips brushing the back of his neck,

His eyes searched yours, and his voice dipped to a low murmur.

“Let me take care of you.”

Your breath hitched — not just from the words, but from the way he said them. Like he meant every single syllable. Like this wasn’t about rushing toward something physical, but something personal. Something intimate.

You nodded, and that was all he needed.

His hands slid under your sweatshirt slowly, fingers tracing the warm skin at your lower back as if savoring every inch. His mouth found yours again, but this time his other hand moved — to your thigh, then up, dragging the hem of your skirt with it in small, measured movements.

The air inside the car grew hotter, thicker.

You could feel the tension between your bodies humming, pressure building in every shared breath and half-moan. Your hands roamed beneath his sweatshirt, feeling the defined lines of his stomach, the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

His hand finally found your panties, pulling them to the side without hesitation, groaning softly as he felt how wet you were.

“Tae, please…” You whine, gripping his hair hard enough to make him glance up at you.

“Shhh…” He gives you a quick kiss to soothe you, and looks back down. He uses one hand to keep your skirt bunched up, and the other to rub your wet pussy.

You whimpered when his fingers stroked up and down your slit, parting you and finding your entrance.

Taehyun glanced up, checking the dark lot for any signs of life. But you whined his name again, snapping him back to you.

“Taehyun, please…” You whine, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He smirks a bit, and slides his fingers into you, making your thighs tense. He slowly slides them out… then in… then out then in again.

You scoff softly and rock your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a quickie? Don’t tease me…” You huff.

Taehyun chuckled softly, watching you for a moment before matching your rhythm, curling his fingers just right. You moaned, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled his fingers free, not caring that they were slick. He reaches on the side of his seat and uses the lever to lean it back a bit.

While he does that, you’re already taking his dick out for him. His dark grey sweats and black boxers tugged down to his knees as you give him a few strokes.

Taehyun hisses, watching you with his hands on your hips.

He guides you up to hover over him, and lines himself up with your tight hole. You sink down slowly, with a little gasp as he stretches you out.

“Fuck…” his head falls back, but immediately lifts so he can look at you again. “So pretty.”

His mouth had found your neck again, kissing you slower this time — lips, tongue, even the occasional scrape of teeth, like he wanted to leave something behind.

A reminder.

You gasped when his teeth grazed just below your ear, your hips rolling forward instinctively. The sound that escaped his throat was somewhere between a groan and a whimper.

“Keep doing that,” he murmured into your skin, voice thick. “Please.”

You felt everything.

His hands. His breathing. His want.

And most of all — the way he looked at you. Like he’d never wanted anything more.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice raw now. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You shook your head, voice soft but steady. “I want you, Taehyun. Right here.”

That’s all he needed. He started lifting you up and down, slamming you onto his cock while his hips thrust up to meet you.

“Fuck, Tae!!” You hold onto his shoulders, moaning as quietly as you can.

Slap-slap-slap—your skin smacked against his, your slick making it easy for him to drive into you.

He pants, his hands on your ass to lift you and bring you back down. “Holy shit…” he bites his lip hard enough to break skin, his eyes rolling back at the tightness around his cock.

“Feels so good, Tae…” your hands pressed to his chest as you bounced with him, making him whimper.

“Y/N… pretty girl… ah…” he shakes his head as if he’s trying to use nothing but willpower to not cum right now.

You moan into his ear, and lick the shell of it before biting it gently.

His hips stutter and he gives you a half-glare, thumb dropping to your clit, rubbing fast little circles. “Fucking… brat- ah…”

You shiver at his touch, already feeling sensitive from his touch. You speed up your bounces, whining his name.

“Close, baby?”

“Yes…!”

“Me too…” Taehyun is panting with you, his hands starting to shake.

You leaned forward, face in the crook of his neck. He felt your legs trembling, your strength fading, so he took over, thrusting up fast, his balls slapping your skin as you cried out.

“Taehyun!!!” The coil in your lower half snaps, snd you tremble in his arms, moaning, spent.

Taehyun’s high follows right after yours, as he buries himself deep inside you while moaning, high pitched and somewhat embarrassing for him. And he fills you with his hot sticky cum.

The world stilled.

For a moment, neither of you moved — your head resting on his shoulder, both of you tangled and warm in the aftermath, heartbeats slowing together. His arm stayed wrapped around your back, hand splayed between your shoulder blades like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

The car windows were completely fogged now, tiny beads of condensation trailing lazily down the glass. The air inside was heavy with heat, the kind of silence that hums with something sacred.

Then—

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The sudden chime of Taehyun’s phone shattered the stillness like a pebble through glass.

You both jumped slightly, your body reacting before your mind caught up. The alarm kept buzzing, loud and obnoxious against the quiet you’d both built. Taehyun groaned, reaching blindly over your body to grab his phone off the dash.

He silenced it with a swipe, blinking down at the screen.

“Fifteen minutes,” he said, breath still uneven, lips curved in a dazed smile. “Right on time.”

You buried your face in his shoulder, letting out a breathy laugh. “I forgot we were even waiting for food.”

“Same,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “That… was not how I thought the night would go.”

You leaned back just enough to look at him — his hair messy, skin flushed, lips a little bitten. He looked completely undone, and yet somehow more himself than ever.

“Regret it?” you asked softly, fingertips brushing down his chest.

Taehyun scoffed, nose wrinkling playfully. “You’re kidding, right?”

You grinned, kissing him once — slow, but this time tender.

He held you there for another moment, both of you reluctant to move. Then he shifted beneath you with a dramatic sigh, glancing down at his wrinkled sweatshirt and your still-riding-up skirt.

“As much as I want to stay in this moment forever,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “our wings are gonna get cold.”

You groaned, reaching for your hoodie and trying to smooth out your clothes as best you could. “Great. Now we have to walk in there like we didn’t just—”

“Wreck each other?” he finished, biting back a laugh as he adjusted his seatbelt.

You shot him a look. “That’s one way to put it.”

He winked.

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your temple. “You’re still the most put-together girl I know.”

You gave him a flat look, trying not to smile. “Shut up and go get the wings.”

He opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air, and immediately hissed. “Wow. Okay. Temperature drop. Reality is rude.”

You stayed in the passenger seat, watching him jog up to the wing spot, hands stuffed in his pockets, hoodie slightly misaligned from your grip earlier. Your heart did a strange, full kind of flutter in your chest.

Even from across the parking lot, you could tell: he was still grinning.

And honestly?

So were you.

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miupow · 9 months ago

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투모로우바이투게더 一 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌。

★ pairing。txt x fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。dom!txt , unprotected sex , creampie mentions , men whimpering and moaning 🙏 , praise kink , dirty talk , pet names/name calling (bitch is used in bg’s sorry) , breeding kink if you squint | to library。

notes from lia。inspired by a skz post i saw on my dash teehee >_< a little drabble thingie to help me get back into the swing of writing ! hope you enjoy~ <3

수빈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

while soobin is a yapper outside of bed, he’s relatively quiet in it— that being said, that doesn’t mean he isn’t noisy. cute little whines and whimpers spilling out from between his plush bunny lips, staccato moans that grow higher and higher in pitch the closer he gets to his orgasm. but god he’s anything but quiet when his climax overtakes him, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moans so deep and broken, a complete 180 from his falsetto hiccups from before >< he pants like a dog as he rides through it, hips stuttering and twitching like he can’t bare the thought of staying still. his big cock spills so much cum everywhere, thick and sticky, makes a complete mess wherever it lands (in your holes, on your face, on your tits, on his own hand and belly, etc..) immediately floods you with praise once he remembers how to speak again, he’s so sweet <3

“o-oh, fuck, bunny, i’m cumming—! t-take it all, that’s it, that’s a good girl…”

연준 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

the prettiest porn star moans you’ll ever hear, pouty lips open in a perfect “o” <3 he gets so stupid on pussy he can’t even think straight, babbling complete nonsense cos he can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life !! his moans get so whiny and pathetic the closer he gets to his climax, his whimpers sounding almost like he’s crying as he’s chasing his orgasm <3 lets out one long, loud, shrill pretty whine when he cums, high pitched and needy, trailing off into broken little sobs as his hips keep thrusting like he’s trying to milk himself dry, he just can’t stop!! his face gets so pink when he cums too it’s so cute :( buries his face in ur neck to hide his embarrassment as he comes down from his high hehe huffing like he just ran a marathon

“oh god, baby, i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, i c-can’t— w-where do you want it? i-inside?! oh, fuuck…”

범규 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

throws his head back and lets out a moan so deep and broken it almost counts as a howl, so animalistic as his body shakes with his release. his pretty adam’s apple bobbing up and down his veiny neck, sucking on it will only make him cum harder <3 gets so loud you’re always worried he’ll wake up the neighbors, but if anything that’s what beomgyu wants— he loves letting everyone know how good you make him feel, how hard you make him cum with your pretty body beneath or on top of him ! won’t stop yapping even when he’s in the middle of the throws of his orgasm, stuttering out in his gravely low voice broken, nearly nonsensical dirty talk as he struggles to gain control back over his body <3 mixing up praise and degradation and everything in between, he’s just so cute you can’t help but giggle

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop, shit—! fuck yes, take it, take this cum, that’s my girl, that’s my bitch!”

태현 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

loses all composure once his climax starts creeping up on him, suddenly all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum!! he’s always so focused on your pleasure over his own, but once his orgasm is close he becomes nothing more than an animal !! huffing and puffing like he’s in the middle of a serious workout, so poised and focused even when his head is all empty except for pussy teehee <3 he’s always on the quieter side in bed but he gets pretty loud when he cums, crying out all high and whiny as he spills hot thick cum everywhere, preferably in your pussy, he hates letting his seed go to waste ! <3 sucking his dick is the best way to get him to get really noisy , he loses his mind with his cock in a tight wet throat <3 always grits his teeth and bares them like a predator, sharp canines on display with his pretty face all screwed up ..

“i-i— oh, fuck, fuck! i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that!”

휴닝카이 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈

kai gets so lost in pleasure sometimes, he just can’t help but turn into a wild animal… and it’s even worse the closer he gets to his orgasm, the tightening knot in his belly all he can think about, focus on.. practically starts using you like nothing more than a pocket pussy , big hands grabbing tightly ahold of you and moving you against him however he wants, just lay still and take it!! <3 cums so hard he cries sometimes, pretty broken moans sounding like angel choruses, rendered completely unable to speak the closer and closer he gets! just grunting and moaning, slack jawed and cross eyed, pussy drunk and fucked stupid… his cry of relief gets so loud that sometimes he has to bite down on either a pillow or your flesh, just to keep from waking everyone up !! whiny, high pitched, almost a sob.. he sounds so completely broken when he cums, fat dick spurting so much cum it’s insane.. leaves the whole bed wet and messy with both yours and his release by the time he’s done with you <3

“i’m gonna cum, i’m— im cumming, baby, oh my god, please don’t stop! o-oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!”

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biteyoubiteme · 3 months ago

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warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of choking, cockwarming?, orgasm denial, breeding kink, marking, fingering, birth control mentioned?, ummmm prob forgot some sorry >< wc: 2.7k (400-600 words each) an: well hello >< this is eh but yeah no one asked for this I just can't help myself lmao sooooo hope you enjoy <333 [m.list]

yeonjun .ᐟ

wears them because he knows it makes you feel more comfortable. He would do just about anything you suggested, condom, no condom, he couldn't care less so long as he had you. But even if you were on birth control, you feared getting pregnant, especially early into the relationship. But as time went on, the two of you got so secure that it slipped your mind more often than not. “We don't have a condom.” The swift reminder was enough to make sure yeonjun knew the boundaries; he didn't push to go any further than getting you off with his fingers or his mouth, less worried about himself when most of his pleasure came from seeing you get off.

But it never helped you to see him so understanding, so comforting, without a blink of an eye, it made you tempted each time to say it didn't matter anymore. Especially when it was after a long night, Yeonjun's hands on you, guiding you back to the elevator of your hotel. His soft kisses pepper along your skin, and he's quick to take off your clothes, moaning while you tug him free from his jeans. And for the first time, it's yeonjun to remind you that he's forgotten the condom, left at home without thinking, but you don't pull away. “I don’t care,” the words said between kisses, Yeonjun's reassuring questions only solidifying your decision.

He would give you anything you wanted, but as soon as he slipped in, he knew he wouldn't be able to pull out. Because for the first time, he wasn't chasing his high vicariously through you, but solely focused on himself only after half a thrust in. It was almost like it was the first time all over again, his amazement at the way your body took him in, eyes locked on the place the two of you met, his hand pressing right down over your pelvis until you started to squirm. “You take me so fucking well,” his stomach flexes with each drag of his hips, hair handing in his eyes and he curses. The feeling makes him dizzy, dragging him down to the beginning of something he will never come back from. And when you finish, back arching off the bed, he can't help but follow right after.

But it's the sight of your cunt leaking his cum that does it for him, still high off the feeling of you but pulled right back in by the view. He's quick to collect everything he can, pushing his fingers back into your still pulsing body, getting you off on his fingers without realizing it was happening with how distracted he was just watching his cum being pushed back in, over and over. His cock was already stirring back to life with the visual alone, “I don't think ill ever get tired of this,”

soobin .ᐟ

fully knows he has a breeding kink and tries to hide it at first, but not well. Uses condoms the first few times you're together because he feels it's the right thing to do, but you know almost instantly that he didn't want to.

As soon as he was in you the only thing he could think about was taking the condom off, all of his dirty talk consisting of, “fuck imagine how it would be raw-” “god, if I could fill you up I would,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard the condom breaks,” still makes you beg for him to fill you even when he wears one. But he is not impossible, he does not beg you to take it off, does not try to convince you that it would be better without one, he is unbothered if you plan to have him wearing condoms for most of your relationship so long as he gets to fuck you. he rolls it on with no complaint.

You know how badly he wants it, and you couldn't even deny you wanted it just as badly. His whispering promises to keep you stuffed full replaying in your mind over and over as if he were speaking your thoughts right out into the open between the two of you. So many times you almost told him to pull out and get rid of the thing, make well on all his words, and just do whatever it was he wanted. But you liked it so much better when you finally told him he didn't need one, “If you stay still, I'll let you put it in without a condom.” You watched the way his breathing jumped, his eyes not leaving yours as if looking for the trick in the words.

You only wanted to see how long he would last before taking over. And he started off so well, sitting against the pillows, head rolling back as you finally sank down onto him, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to swallow down his obscenely loud moans. He was holding onto your hips like a vice, fingerprints sure to be ingrained in the soft skin from how tightly he kept his hands. He was straining so hard not to move, panting with desperation, trying to grasp a single breath in his lungs before he died because that's what it felt like, dying because he couldn't move. “Does it feel good?” you asked so sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead, already coated in a fine layer of sweat. And he nodded, trying to as he clenched his lips closed, eyes falling shut as he tried not to think about how warm and wet you felt wrapped around him, everything he had ever wanted handed to him at what cost?

He wanted to be good, but the second you clenched around him, he couldn't stop himself. He only moved your hips just enough to feel the way you reacted, your lashes fluttering as he found the right spot. It was in that look that he didn't care anymore, flipping the two of you over and pummeling into your waiting cunt. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, arms wrapped around you, one hand at the back of your neck tucking you into his shoulder while the other was holding your ribs pushing your chest as close as he could get you. He didn't even care how embarrassing it was to finish so fast because he was fucking his first load right into you in no time, still hard and not stopping. Your soft whimpers keep him going, his thrusts matching his words, “fuck, imagine if I got you pregnant,” “god I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone is going to know you're mine,”

beomgyu .ᐟ

the night the two of you met had been messy and drunken, condom well forgotten, and since then, never even brought up. And it wasn't as if they weren't around, the box in his nightstand drawer unopened and collecting dust. And it was in one moment when you teased him about needing to wear one that he was taken aback, “Why would I?” The look he had made you giggle, the pure concern written on his brow enough to make the teasing worth it. “Maybe as punishment for annoying me or just cause I said so,” it had been all fun and games, you liked it too much when he came inside you to actually suggest him wearing one, but his jaw clicked nonetheless.

He had you pinned to the mattress in seconds, hands working over your body, pulling off your clothes just to suck marks onto your neck, your chest, your stomach. He wanted you worked up, clawing at him back, trying to tug him closer when he started to prod his tip right against your entrance before pulling away. “No, no, no,” because he was leaving the cradle of your hips, your arms and reaching out for the nightstand, “it was a joke- I'm sorry, please gyu just fuck me-” because you had never felt so empty, seconds away from having him only to be left with nothing.

He didn't even argue, just slotting himself right back where he belonged, sinking into your warmth, both of you moaning out into the empty room. He would get so close to you, his hand around your throat, keeping you in place as he taunted you, “You feel how perfect we fit together?” all his slow thrusts building up as he questioned you, “You were made for me, don't you think?” you nodded too lost to the feeling of him pressed right against that sweet spot to form words.

He knows when you're close, feels it in the way your body starts to flutter around his, whimpers turning to gasps right before he pulls out. Any longer and he would have spilled everything, cock throbbing and begging to be back in you, sticky and bumping his stomach as you cried out. “Beomgyu!” your knees pulling in as if you could have stopped him from pulling out.

He wants to tease you more, make you watch him fuck his hand until his cum is spilling onto his fingers but he knows even touching himself a little bit when he was this close would end him. “It's just like filling a condom, you don't get anything. Isn't that what you said you wanted?”

“No, I'm sorry, please,” because your orgasm was already rolling away from you, your nerves right on the edge. “Maybe I should punish you for even thinking about me putting on a condom.” your fingers reached down to try and rub at your clit, his hand quick to tug it away, “no, your pussy is mine and if you think for one second you could tell me how I use it you're mistaken,”

“I'm sorry, I'm sor-” he doesn't even let you finish, pushing all the way in without warning, hips snapping into yours. Both of you cum hard enough to see stars, the slick sounds of him fucking his release back into you making your head roll back. And the next morning, you find that unused box of condoms waiting at the bottom of the trash like it never existed in the first place.

taehyun .ᐟ

the safest boy around, paranoid on the worst of days. He is dedicated to wearing a condom, making sure to always keep one on him, just in case. And when you start to bring up the question of maybe not wearing them anymore, since you’d been on birth control for nearly the entirety of your relationship. But he had responded with a simple, “Maybe,” as if you had asked him if he wanted to eat out instead of staying in for dinner.

You had dropped the topic all until the two of you were on the couch one evening, the lazy makeout turning into fumbling hands at waistbands. You were only a few feet from the bedroom, the nightstand stocked up, and yet still not close enough to want him to break away from you for even a second. And when he did try to pull away, you were quick to pull him right back, sinking your hips down on him, arms wrapped right around his shoulders, fingers twangling in his hair. His nose bumped along your cheek as he muttered, “I know what you're doing,” his hand sliding down your back, cupping your ass as you shake your head in confusion, “doing what?” breathless and not caring if you got caught.

But he knew you too well, and your little act. With the position you had taken, trying to keep him in place, you forgot one little detail: the fact that he was so strong and could lift you, flipping you on your back and pressing you into the couch cushions with nothing but his hips. His mouth hot at your ear whispering, “If you're good, I'll give it to you.” his fingers slipped into your panties, circling your clit just enough to have your response be a whimpered promise. And he will have you right on the edge of believing him, stripping you down and making you beg for his cock while his fingers are shoved deep into you, bulge rutting against your leg, a pretty wet spot of precum already dotting the fabric of his underwear.

If he were mean, he would get up and still grab the condom, make you roll it down over his shaft like a punishment before apologizing with fucking you but that would be underestimating the neediness that was eating him alive. So instead, he would promise not to put it in, give you almost exactly what you wanted, rubbing his tip right over your clit over and over until he was grinding his cock right against your slick folds. Your whining is so loud, the pleas desperately clawing at him, enough for him to shove his fingers into your mouth, the taste of you still on them as he quieted your words.

“Just the tip and I'll pull out.” It's a weak attempt at holding onto some control, but the second he just pushed in just enough, he knew it was a bad idea, his arms trembling to hold himself up, to keep himself steady when you're rolling your hips to get him in deeper. And just as he's about to finish, he's too lost to even care about a condom because instead of pulling out he pushes all the way in, triggering your orgasm just in time to take all the cum he's now spilling into you without a drop of regret.

kai .ᐟ

always uses one, makes sure to keep them at both of your places and has pulled away with that sad puppy dog look once he's realized he forgot to bring one with him to your small trip. His face flushed and hair a mess as he apologized. And it's so sweet the way he cares, knows that he would rather sacrifice and set the barrier between the two of you instead of worrying about pregnancy scares.

But now the two of you are far too gone to really care, already stripped down to your underwear, grinding on him while you promise it's okay, “you can pull out,” your whispered words pressed to his ear so tempting even when he knows himself. Because Kai didn't know if he would be able to stop himself the second he felt your wet cunt without anything in between the two of you. He already found it hard enough to not completely blow his load fast with a condom, but without? Felt impossible.

But you were dragging your hips just right, drawing his mind into every direction as you begged with whispering words of, “Please Hyuka, I need you,” It was enough to have him questioning if condoms were ever really needed because once he finally slipped in, feeling just how warm you were, just how close you could be, he was a goner. You had never seen that look on his face before, not so blissed out in nothing less than a second, brows close together, his mouth opened in a silent moan. His hips had a mind of their own, lost to anything but the feeling of you until he was sloppily fucking into you tucking his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressed to your pulse as he moaned with every drag, completely flush with every part of you.

And he almost didn't remember, almost. Because it was as the words were leaving his mouth that he was on the edge of his orgasm, that he realized he was far too close to filling you up with little room for remorse until after his high had washed away. So he tried to pull away, even when he didn't want to because he wanted to do right, but it was you who locked your legs around him, pressing the heels of your feet into his back to keep him right where he wanted to be. “No, please, I wanna feel it, please-” and he can't stop himself, his body melting into you before he starts to tremble, a low groan rumbling against your chest as he spills everything he has right into you. Even you're surprised with how long you feel him pulsing inside you, his whimpers so sweet as apologizes unable to stop his slow final thrusts to make sure all of his cum is pumped deep into you.

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💨‧₊˚.° 11:58 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun & kang taehyun

genre: smսt, threesome, doms!fratboys!taejun, sub!fem!reader, friends to ???, high sex + car sex = 😵‍💫

wc: 4.9k (someone sedate me pls)

becoming friends with frat boys was never part of your plan for college.

alas, here you are, two of them basically surgically attached to your hip. your first semester of junior year has been full of surprises thus far, your blooming friendship with yeonjun and taehyun being the most significant one; what started out as partners for a project has transformed into a close friendship with the two guys, and your new norm now consists of grabbing starbucks together before heading to class, hitting the gym with either one or both of them in tow, and — for better or for worse — attending their frat’s infamous parties every weekend.

and lucky you: you’ve just arrived at one.

as you climb the steps of tau chi tau’s gigantic house, you spot the bright blond hair of one of the pledges on door duty — your favorite pledge, actually.

“sunoo!” you greet, tackling him into a hug as soon as you reach him. he reciprocates easily, his lips curling into a small smile before he’s pulling away.

“you’re late,” he teases. “your boyfriends are already high off their asses.”

you scoff, nudging his shoulder with a closed fist. “first of all, they’re not my boyfriends. second of all, they knew i wasn’t gonna be here for a while, and i promised i’d be their d.d. tonight, so,” you shrug. he rolls his eyes playfully, but opens the door for you anyway.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. they should be in the basement,” he says, gesturing for you to go inside. “just be careful, it reeks down there.”

you laugh. “thanks, dude.”

as the front door shuts behind you, you take in the state of the house. the air is hot and humid against your skin, your shoes getting stuck on the floor that is covered with liquids you’d rather not identify. some rap song pounds in your ears, and you nod your head along to the beat as you slip between a small space between two groups, finally reaching the door that leads down to the basement. the moment you swing it open, the potent stench of weed bombards your senses. your nose scrunches up — sunoo wasn’t wrong.

in vain, you wave your hand in front of your face as you make your descent. the haze floating in the air grows a bit thicker the further that you go, your only goal now being to get them out of here before you start feeling the effects as well. you eventually have to drive, for christ’s sake, and you’re not looking to get a dui anytime soon. with one last step, you make it to the bottom of the staircase. the music is quieter down here, but the smell is far worse than upstairs. a familiar laugh pulls your attention to the couch facing away from you, two very familiar heads of hair catching your attention. as you sneak up behind them, you press your index finger against your lips, silently telling beomgyu — who sits on the couch opposite to them — to keep quiet. he simply smirks at you.

“y/n’s here,” he calls. annoyed, you flip him the bird and send him a scalding glare before leaning over the back of the couch, your scowl quickly being replaced by a grin. two pairs of red-rimmed eyes find yours, widening in tandem when they register that you are, in fact, there.

“my baby!” yeonjun cries, his hands reaching up to pull you down towards him. his lips meet your forehead, pressing an aggressive kiss there, palms squishing your cheeks to hold you in place. you struggle to pull away from his grip, ignoring his pout and insistent grabby hands once you do. you sate him by linking your fingers with his.

“you’re later than usual,” taehyun comments from next to him, a smile permanently etched on his lips, the sight a testament to his inebriated state. unlike yeonjun, he doesn’t move to touch you, perfectly content with watching.

“i literally told you earlier that i had a paper due at twelve,” you remind him, removing your hands from yeonjun’s as you round the side of the couch, aiming to sit on the arm of it. that is, until yeonjun pulls you between them so that you rest on his left thigh and taehyun’s right. yeonjun wraps an arm around your waist, while taehyun rests a hand on your upper thigh. you try your best not to squirm. they’re your friends, but you’re not fucking blind.

“you could’ve asked me for help,” taehyun murmurs close to your ear, squeezing the meat of your thigh. his warm breath tickles the side of your neck, and you gulp. directly across from you, beomgyu meets your flustered gaze, an amused eyebrow raised as he sinks further into the couch. you tear your eyes away from him to focus on your fingers twiddling in your lap.

“i-i didn’t wanna bother you,” you admit, and he emits a giggle. the hand not sitting on your thigh reaches over to pinch your cheek.

“you’re so cute,” he coos, and for some reason, the praise goes straight to your center. “i wouldn’t’ve minded.”

okay, time to go. you don’t think you can handle any more of their pda, and you’re starting to feel a bit weird after inhaling all of that smoke. if you want to get to their apartment, you need to leave right now. standing, you stretch your limbs in a poor attempt to rid them of their shakiness.

“time to go,” you voice, turning to face them. their eyes are dark and hooded as they look up at you. you falter a bit, stumbling when yeonjun rapidly leans forward and gathers you in his arms again.

“but i don’t wannaaaa!” yeonjun whines, pulling you back onto the couch and straight onto his lap, his grip around your waist tightening enough that you’re pulled against his chest. “ten more minutes!”

sighing, you wiggle in his grasp, to no avail. you look over at taehyun for help, only to find him laughing at the sight. then, an idea pops into your mind, something that you know will appeal to both of them.

you turn your head towards yeonjun. “what if i take you to mcdonald’s?”

that gets them going. after one last odd look and crude gesture from beomgyu, you guide them out of the house and into yeonjun’s car. taehyun rides shotgun, while yeonjun mumbles in the back about how that’s unfair treatment — it’s his car, after all. despite yeonjun’s initial complaints, the drive over to the closest mcdonald’s is filled with loud, off-key singing from yeonjun and hysterical giggles from taehyun. it makes your eyes roll, but a tiny grin pulls at your lips all the while.

“you’re lucky i love you guys,” you mumble, pulling into a spot in the parking lot after giving the drive-through worker the largest order that they have probably ever received, digging into your mcflurry as they silently inhale their burgers, fries, and their own mcflurrys. the pace at which they eat both impresses and terrifies you.

as soon as all three of you have finished, you begin the drive over to their place. you assume that they will let you stay over given how late it is, and it’s not as if they’ve ever minded before. after a few minutes, you realize how oddly quiet they’re being, and you look over to find taehyun staring at you, eyes unblinking and full of an emotion you can’t quite place. you whip your head back to the road — until you hear a sharp shink from the back. looking through the rearview mirror, you find yeonjun’s lighter poised to a brand new joint that rests between his plush lips, the flame bright and inching closer and closer to the paper.

“dude, you are not about to hotbox this car,” you groan. “put the fucking lighter down.”

“it’s my car. i can do whatever i want,” he mumbles in defiance, the lighter moving precariously closer again and illuminating his face in the dark backseat. you swing an arm between the two front seats in a poor attempt to grab the lighter. a hand moving to your thigh — taehyun’s hand — and squeezing nearly causes you to swerve the car before you gain control again.

you glance over at the boy next to you as his fingers trail up and down your inner thigh, panic lacing your pupils, but you are distracted once again when the flame in your peripherals returns. “yeonjun, i swear to god—”

“don’t you want some?” taehyun interrupts, his hand stilling on a patch of skin high on your thigh, dangerously close to your center. “you worked hard today, you should let loose.”

you do. you really, really do. the stress built up in your muscles has become almost overbearing, and you’d think that it would be gone after your paper was out of the way, but no. honestly, all you want to do right now is relax, and taehyun’s offer is more than tempting — but you also don’t want to crash yeonjun’s car. at the same time, you are within walking distance to their apartment, so maybe…

“fine. just— just let me park first,” you concede, pulling into the nearest empty parking lot, parking in the dark back corner and subsequently cutting the headlights. twisting in your seat, you find yeonjun already prepared with an old pill bottle full of pre-rolled joints. an insane amount of them, actually. you snatch one and place it between your lips, reaching for the lighter in yeonjun’s other hand, only for him to pull it away.

“nuh-uh,” he drawls with a lazy smirk. “c’mere.”

in curiosity, you lean forward, wondering what, exactly, his game is. he sets the bottle down, and his fingers reach up to grip your chin, fingertips lightly digging into the skin as he brings the lighter up and lights the joint for you. your stomach flips, your thighs automatically closing around taehyun’s hand. wrenching your face away, you turn towards the front again, heart racing in your chest as you take your first hit. then another. you block out the other two as you allow your high to take over. you don’t notice taehyun’s grip on you slip away.

over the course of what you think is a few minutes, your body begins to relax into the seat, head thrown back against the headrest as your brain fogs up. blurry eyes stare up at the gray ceiling. you eventually register just how hot it is, then notice the sheer amount of smoke that’s floating past your vision. a finger pokes your cheek, and you follow the hand back to taehyun. you smile subconsciously.

“such a lightweight, so cute,” he says, tapping his finger against your cheek again. you notice that he doesn’t have a joint of his own. “gimme a hit.”

“get your own,” you reply with a defiant hum, cheeks warming as you jokingly shield your joint with your body. he sighs.

“c’mon, i just wanna try something. you trust me, right?” he murmurs. blinking hard, it takes you a moment to send him a lethargic nod. he peels the joint from your fingers with ease. “come closer.”

you obey, leaning over until mere inches separate your faces. he grabs you by the collar of your t-shirt, urging you to come closer. his eyes flit to your lips before they meet your gaze again — as if the weed wasn’t enough, this whole situation is rendering you even dizzier.

silently, he pushes a thumb against your lips, pressing forward to part them. your mouth immediately accommodates the digit, and it presses against your tongue for a moment before dragging down to your bottom lip, your saliva mixing with your lipgloss. something quiet and pathetic sounds from your throat, your breath stuttering in your chest when he bites down on his own lip, his big, wide eyes far from innocent as he stares at you.

“keep it open,” he quietly orders, voice low and demanding, before he removes his thumb completely. you sit there, mouth agape like a fish out of water while he places your joint to his lips and inhales deeply. the seam of his lips closes immediately. then, he leans in, his lips mere millimeters away from yours. he holds your gaze as he opens his mouth and blows the smoke into your mouth, and you inhale it with a shaky breath. it travels down your throat and deep into your lungs, but the heat that spreads through your body isn’t from the smoke — no, it’s something overwhelmingly feverish. needy, wanton.

the moment your eyes flutter close, taehyun’s lips are on yours, the taste of him sweet from the ice cream he ate earlier. the smoke you exhale passes between your parted mouths, drifting out into the cabin of the car. he feels around for the cupholder, then for his soda, using a single hand to pop open the lid before he’s dunking the lit blunt into the liquid, the movement of his lips unwavering all the while. he wastes no time in curling his palm around the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as he devours you whole.

“holy fuck,” you vaguely hear yeonjun gasp, too far gone in the sensation of the languid, saliva-slicked kiss. it feels as if you are floating on top of a cloud, and you move to grab at his bicep to ground yourself. taehyun slips his tongue past your lips, curling the muscle around your own and immediately establishing his power over you. whining into his mouth, you attempt to pull away, only for yeonjun to cup your face and take over the kiss. taehyun’s hand slides down your neck and to one of your covered breasts, groping the soft mound of flesh over the fabric of your t-shirt. you moan into yeonjun’s mouth.

gentle hands pull you over the center console and into the back, yet yeonjun doesn’t break the kiss as he gathers you in his lap, your trembling thighs straddling his hips. you feel his cock press directly into your center when presses you down by your hips. your arms throw themselves around his neck, your lips slotting against his like a matching puzzle piece. the car rocks when taehyun slinks to the back as well, but yeonjun refuses to share you, hips angling upwards to grind his boner harder against your panty-clad core.

“quit hogging her, you asshole,” taehyun growls from next to you, flipping your skirt up in the process to reveal your lacy panties to their eyes. the man next to you caresses the swell of your ass before landing a light smack. you jolt on top of yeonjun with a pathetic squeak, and his hand comes down again. in stark contrast to his actions, his tone is kind, perhaps a bit condescending, as he addresses you, “ooh, that feels good, doesn’t it? our baby likes to be spanked?”

their baby? something warm fills your veins at that, a quiet whimper muffled by yeonjun’s mouth. with the thin fabric of your panties embarrassingly sticking to your folds, you tear your lips away from yeonjun’s to hide your face in his chest, unable to face either of them. however, the rhythm of your hips does not falter. yeonjun forces you to look at taehyun with a firm grip that squishes your cheeks together, your lip puckering involuntarily.

“answer him.” his warm breath fans over your ear as he speaks. a shiver racks your body despite the feverish heat surging through your body. knowing your voice will betray you, you opt for a shaky nod.

taehyun’s gaze burns into your own, the blunt, rounded edges sharpened by lust. his dark pupils are the only thing that you can see in full clarity, the rest a foggy blur. “use your words.”

“yes,” you mumble, eyes screwed shut and your cheeks hotter than they’ve ever felt before. the feeling has spread down to your neck, your chest, the epicenter settling in your lower stomach. it festers there and tears at your insides like a feral beast and all you can think about is them — them using you, them fucking you. your breathing grows heavier before you feel a tap to your cheek, the skin stinging at the contact.

“open your eyes, baby.”

you’re not sure who says it, but either way, you submit. eyelids fluttering open, you find both of them peering at you like two wolves stalking a soft, wide-eyed little lamb. your tongue feels like sandpaper in your mouth when they exchange scheming looks, their hands all over you as they maneuver your body as if you’re a doll. when did they plan this? how did you not notice their soft murmurs?

you end up sitting between them, legs spread wide with one leg thrown over each of their laps. taehyun aims his focus towards your breasts, shoving your t-shirt up and yanking your bra down with little care, a hand tweaking one of your tits as the other curls itself in your hair and yanking your head back against the headrest. you cry at the sensation of his lips mouthing at your neck and his fingers pulling and groping your sensitive flesh. on the other side of you, yeonjun wastes no time in attempting to divert your attention back to him. shifting your panties to the side, he caresses your folds before dipping down to your entrance and groaning.

“oh my god, you’re fucking soaked,” he groans as he gathers your wetness on his fingertips. “tae, you gotta feel her.”

said man’s hand leaves your breast, reaching down to join yeonjun’s at your center. a light brush over your clit causes your hips to twitch before he’s reaching down to swipe your entrance and—

“shit, you’re right,” taehyun breathes against your neck. “that’s so hot.”

without speaking, they begin to work in tandem as they pick you apart. a quiet, barely there voice in the back of your mind wonders if they’ve done this before, but that thought is quickly shooed away once two of yeonjun’s long fingers slide into your needy hole to the knuckle, the delicious stretch of your walls causing you to keen. your spine arches off of the seat when he begins to slide them in and out, curling up and grinding into that sensitive little spot inside you that you can never quite hit. meanwhile, taehyun ghosts a finger over your clit that aches for stimulation, his free hand digging into your thigh to keep you spread wide for them, your leg twitching in his grasp. he circles the sensitive bud as yeonjun adds a third finger to the mix, his movements growing faster as he feels your walls relax around his digits. taehyun ducks his head down to your breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple, his teeth scraping lightly against it. crying out, you plead for them to keep going.

“such a tight little pussy,” yeonjun rambles directly into your ear, and you clench around his fingers. he nibbles at your earlobe before he continues, voice deep and growly and too much. fuck, it’s too much. “you look s’sexy right now, y’know that? so fuckin’ pretty. gonna make sure you can’t think about anything but us— gonna fuck you so dumb, baby. haven't even had our cocks ‘n you’re already losing it. s’cute.”

with how wound up you are already, it doesn’t take long for the heat building in your stomach to bubble over, the overwhelming sensations all over your body coaxing you through your intense orgasm, waves a pleasure wracking your trembling body, your release coating yeonjun’s fingers while taehyun leans up to capture your lips. your whimpers are muffled by his mouth. the pleasure seems to have no beginning nor end, dizzying and causing your mind to drift somewhere far away, barely able to reciprocate the kiss. neither of them stop their ministrations until you’re pawing at their hands with a pitiful whine, your words staccato and incoherent.

you sit there, chest heaving and your clothes disheveled, barely able to comprehend the way the two boys argue over who should have you first. hands fly in front of your vision, a closed fist versus a flat hand, and though you can barely see through the smoke floating through the air and your terribly cloudy vision, you recognize that they’re playing a petty game of rock-paper-scissors. a dopey giggle shakes your body as you throw your head back against the back seat. they share a concerned glance.

“y/n? can you look at me?” taehyun carefully asks. your empty-headed grin remains on your face while you turn to face him, humming in half-baked acknowledgment. he frowns, a hand coming up to cup your face as he takes in your red-rimmed, glazed over eyes. he peers around you towards yeonjun. “i don’t know if she can take more, jun.”

the words sober you up slightly, your grin dropping. “n-no! wan’ more, wan’ your cocks,” you ramble. “need them, please.”

“you heard her. she needs us,” yeonjun muses, already reaching for your loose limbs. “‘n i won, so c’mere, baby.”

yeonjun gathers you into his lap like earlier. this time, however, you feel his tip pressing at your fluttering entrance, an arm around your waist to hold you up. he looks up at you with a smirk. “ready, baby?”

you nod, and he wastes no time to begin slowly pushing your hips down. the flared, leaky head of his cock breaches your entrance. you whine, walls fluttering around him already as he moans. the rest of him presses into you inch by inch. it seems as if you can feel him everywhere — in your stomach, in your throat, the length of his cock almost too much for you to handle. the tip curves perfectly against your, his shaft grinding against your g-spot as he gently rocks his hips, allowing you to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. your whines grow pitchier as he finds his rhythm, hands on your waist as he bounces you up and down on his cock. he curses under his breath, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. he watches you with his tongue between his teeth, lips curled into something cruel and patronizing.

“feelin’ good, pretty?” he breathes, eyes rolling back into his skull as he begins to snap his hips to meet your own. the slap of skin grows louder, echoing throughout the car along with each of your moans and whines. your eyelids flutter, speechless, a cry tearing from your throat when he swipes a thumb over your slick clit, your walls tightening further around him. he doesn’t seem to mind your lack of response, and with a string of curses, he slams you down harder, lips clashing with yours as both of you chase your highs. desperation coats your tongues as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it back as you whine, clinging to him desperately, nails biting his skin and leaving deep half-moons in their wake. the slight sting of pain spurs him on, pulling away to spew filthy words into your ear.

“gonna fuckin’ cum deep inside you— ohh fuck, you seem to want that, hm? t-tightened so much around me. you need my cum, don’t you? say you need it,” he demands, holding your face close to his, dark pupils searing into your skin. a light slap to your cheek wakes you up a little. “c’mon— shit. say it or i won’t give it to you.”

“n-need it!” you unabashedly sob, feeling your high hit you. “please, jjunie, cum in me. pleasepleasepleaseplease—”

a deep groan cuts your pleas off, a warmth that floods your walls following close behind. he paints your insides white as he whimpers against your neck, hips twitching as he fucks it further into your hole. you quiver on top of him, holding him close with your arms slung around his neck, nearly in tears at how amazing it feels, sweat clinging to your skin and sticking to your shirt. it takes you much longer to come down this time, your body twitching erratically as the aftershocks continue to roll through your body.

“jesus christ,” taehyun mutters next to you, and you remove your face from yeonjun’s violet hair to look over at him. his cock lays heavy in his hand, veins bulging as he strokes up and down, pausing at the top to swipe the bead of precum at the tip and smear it over the angry head. the sight causes your mouth to water. the urge to feel him against your tongue is almost too much for you to bear. sliding off of yeonjun with a whine and sore legs, you go to lean down for a taste — before taehyun stops you with a firm hand.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, jaw set as he leers over you.

“i-i just wanted to—”

“nuh-uh, baby. you don’t just get to do what you want. jun and i are in charge here,” he says, squeezing your jaw roughly. “now, get on your back. head on jun’s lap.”

silently, you do just that, finding yeonjun’s dick already rock hard again right near your face. your juices mixed with his cum gives his lengthy cock a light sheen in the low light, but your attention is soon pulled back to taehyun when he wraps his legs around his waist. towering above you, he guides his head along your slick folds, smearing the remnants of your and yeonjun’s last orgasm along himself. he taps it against your clit, chuckling when your hips jump.

“such a sensitive little thing,” he coos. taehyun doesn’t warn you as he guides his cock to your entrance and pushes his hips forward in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt in seconds. the feeling of his cock inside you is far different than yeonjun’s; taehyun’s is a little shorter, but much thicker, the stretch of your hole borderline painful.

“h-holy fuck, you’re tight,” he gasps, voice sharp as he tries to hold himself together, resting there for a moment as he allows you to adjust to the sudden intrusion. the moment your hips start to grind against him, his jaw ticks, rolling his hips into you as he watches your brows furrow and mouth fall open into an ‘o.’ hands grip your waist as his thrusts quickly sharpen, harder and deeper and cruel. you blink up at him, whining. smoke hangs around his head like a halo, but the cruel snap of his hips is far from holy.

diverting your gaze away, yeonjun poises his tip at your lips for you to suckle, breathing shaky as your soft tongue delivers kitten licks to the head. just as he curls a hand in your hair, you slip your tongue into the small slit at the very top as your moans vibrate against him, reveling in how he hisses at the feeling, his thighs flexing beneath your head. your dopey smile returns, eyes rolling back as taehyun continues his hard thrusts, quiet grunts falling from his lips as angles his hips upward in an attempt to get your gaze back on him. it works, your eyes widening adorably as he presses his cock right against your g-spot. his teeth graze his bottom lip, biting down hard when he feels you clench around him, a direct result of yeonjun tweaking one of your puffy nipples.

taehyun is quiet as he fucks you, only quiet curses coming from him as he uses your body to chase his orgasm. a hand slides up your stomach to wrap loosely around your throat. he barely puts any pressure, but it’s enough to send you reeling, a third high, weaker in magnitude washing over you. after the amount of teasing he put himself through earlier, taehyun isn’t far behind, fingers slightly tightening against your neck as he thrusts into you quicker, coaxing you through your orgasm as his own finally hits him. his moans are high-pitched and whiny as he spills inside you, his cum mixing with yours and yeonjun’s, sticky and hot and satisfying. yeonjun cums against your lips immediately after, forcing you to take his tip into your mouth to taste him. you greedily swallow his release, allowing him to gather the escaped liquid with his fingers and shove it against your tongue.

pulling out, taehyun watches as the thick, white liquid spills from your hole and onto yeonjun’s leather seats. he gulps, pushing it back into you with thin, lithe fingers as you barely react, brain practically rendered mush.

“that was…wow,” yeonjun mumbles, caressing your cheek as your eyelids flicker closed. taehyun hums in agreement as he fixes your clothes back into their proper place. lethargic and dumb and feeling so, so warm and full, you drift off into quiet, bleary dreams. their voices seem far away now, their tones faintly worried at your state. a cool feeling washes over your body, causing you to shiver, eyes blinking open for a moment to find the windows now rolled down, airing out the smoke. the cool air feels fresh in your lungs; you’re grateful for it. you close your eyes again, finally passing out for good.

none of you are sure where this situation will lead when you wake…but you suppose you’ll just have to cross that bridge when you get to it.

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taegimood · 4 months ago

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i’ve never ventured this far into male sub territory but… here are some thoughts on pegging txt 🫣 (if you don’t like it, don’t read it~!)

subby soogyu ; switch kai ; dom taejun

NSFW — MDNI

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this is in no particular order other than the order that they came to mind in, but firstly,

⇢ beomgyu: oh man… he’d be shy about it at first, and rather than him bringing it up, you’re the one who gently approaches the topic after getting the inkling that it’s something he wants to try;

laying on his stomach while you take him in pronebone, his whimpers muffled by the pillow he’s hiding his flushed face in, full of uncontrollable little gasps and trembles as you steadily rock against him with your hands gently squeezing his hips.

“feels good, baby?” you’d ask, and all he’d be able to do is nod quickly into the pillow, so shy over how easily he’s falling apart for you like this.

your thrusts eventually growing firmer and he’d start rutting his hips into the mattress, hard leaking cock aching for friction — you wouldn’t let him, giving him a small spank that results in his desperate, muffled groan, his head finally shifting to the side a little to peek up at you over his shoulder with hazy, watery eyes.

“please,” he’d grit softly, all his usual brattiness flown far out the window when you’re inside him (until he starts getting used to it, at least, but that’s a whole other story).

you’d reach down to slide your hand up his back and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, just enough for his head to lift slightly off the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open around a moan as you push in as deep as you can go — the unfamiliar nudge against his prostrate would have him cumming immediately against the sheets with a strangled noise and a jolt of his hips. belly sticky with his own release, you let his head drop back down against the pillow as he lays there panting, eyes heavy-lidded and fingers still gripping the pillow’s edges tightly as you soothe him down from his high.

(you may even sneak some overstimulation in there via handjob right afterwards, much to his mewling, hip-bucking surprise).

it’s safe to say then that you’ll definitely be doing this with him again.

⇢ soobin: it doesn’t happen particularly often, but you’d just have a way of knowing when he needs it; coming home tired and overworked, feeling the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders, needing someone else to take care of him even if only for a little while.

there’s a special look reserved for these occasions, one where he doesn’t even need to say anything, one that you understand the meaning of immediately when he trudges sullenly through the door.

similar to beomgyu, i can picture him laying on his stomach; one knee bent and cheek resting against the pillow while you roll your hips against him, gently but firmly gripping his ass for leverage. his eyes squeezed shut as he bites down on the corner of the sheet in his grasp, a futile half-assed attempt at muffling the sweet staccato moans that bubble past his lips, drool collecting at the corners — though he doesn’t care about any of that right now, only focused on how good it feels to let go, his hips jumping every time his weeping cock rubs against the sheets beneath him from the steady movements of your thrusts.

he’d groan gutturally every time you degrade him, a contrast to his otherwise higher-pitched sounds; “dumb baby just wants to get fucked, huh? just wants to lay there all stupid and take it?”

and alternatively, when you later have him turn over onto his back so you can offer stimulation to his poor aching cock, whimpers fall from his pouty lips both from the feeling and from your praise as you lean down towards him with a gentle hand around his throat and whisper, “you’re so perfect, binnie, ‘m so proud of you.”

between your words and the way your free hand strokes him perfectly in time with your now deeper-angled thrusts, it wouldn’t be long before his cum is spilling out over your fist and all over his abs with a sharp, gasping moan as his large hand wraps desperately around your much smaller wrist while you lightly squeeze his throat. afterwards you’d lean down to pepper his cheeks in soft kisses, and his eyes would slide shut with a sigh as he shakily breathes, “thank you.”

⇢ yeonjun: okay, with yeonjun it would be especially fun. i definitely do see him as a dom, but i also see him as someone willing to try lots of things — so he’d agree to let you try pegging him not even because he’s into it but just because he’s down to experiment and have fun with it if it’s something you want to do.

so while it may be more in your interest than it is in his, that certainly wouldn’t stop him from putting his whole yeonussy into it. no toxic masculinity to be found! he’s a confident guy; ever the performer, he wouldn’t be afraid to go ass up for you, his moans filthy and pornographic as you fuck into him from behind, giggles falling past your lips as he grins up at you devilishly over his shoulder. he loves to see you enjoying yourself, and he’s definitely not above admitting how good it actually does feel — so it’s safe to say that this kinky experiment would be a successful one for the both of you.

“fuck, harder,” he’d groan, head slumping down into the pillows with his lip between his teeth, smirking around a satisfied, gasped-out moan when you comply. despite being the bottom here, he’d be more of a yapper in this situation than you; not even the switch in dynamics can stop him from spewing all kinds of nasty things as he pushes back against your hips to meet your thrusts.

“how’d you learn to fuck this good, huh, princess? shit, just like that, yeah- fuck, give it to me- god, you’re so deep. is this how you feel when i’m rearranging your guts? ah-!”

the spank you’d land on his ass in response would only make him cockier, a breathless laugh turned shameless moan as he presses his upper body down against the sheets and arches his back further for you.

“i must be a good teacher,” he’d slur with a shit-eating grin.

“shut up,” you’d reply back, reaching around with one hand to firmly pump his stiff cock, which of course only does the opposite of getting him to shut up — though you don’t complain, not when you’re so turned on by his eagerness, not when you already know that he’ll be letting you try this on him again.

⇢ taehyun: now i’m sorry to all my sub!tyun enthusiasts out there, but... i think he would shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY lmfao 😭

i see taehyun as a pure dom — you’d propose the idea to him more as a silly musing than anything, but the unimpressed, brow-quirked look he’d give you would be similar enough to his notorious brat taming stare that it would have you backtracking on your words right away.

i think he’d even go as far as to do the opposite and fuck you stupid instead in response, leaving you too drunk on his cock to even remember why you wanted to try pegging him in the first place as he challenges in your ear while he’s got you bent practically in half, “still wanna put it in my ass?”

BUT,,, this is a post abt pegging, so.. hypothetically, if taehyun really were to let you put it in his ass, here’s how i think it would go.

now let’s remember that taehyun is also a spontaneous and adventurous person in general. so perhaps that would be one of the driving points in him agreeing, but i think the main thing that would finally make him relent is the fact that in the end, he always prioritizes your pleasure and if it’s something you really want to try, he’d let you do it at least once.

begrudgingly settling back against the pillows when it’s time, slightly propped up as you situate yourself between his legs — abs clenching and a small hiss from between his teeth as you slowly enter him, your hand wrapping around his cock with a squeeze as you slide it up to circle your thumb around the tip.

he’d inhale sharply when you eventually bottom out; his hands gripping the tops of your thighs, still somehow holding an air of control even in this situation. he’d even reach down to circle his fingers around your clit as you begin to move in and out of him, your lips parting around a small mewl as you pump his cock in time with the pace of his fingers, his eyes boring up into yours almost challengingly the entire time in a way that leaves you breathless.

you’d become enamored, though, with the way he eventually starts to fall apart, even though he fights hard to keep control of himself — his breaths gradually growing quicker and heavier, teeth gritting and grip on you tightening before his lips would finally part in a small, pretty noise that takes you completely by surprise.

his usual deep grunts would be replaced by choked, breathy sounds in a pitch that you’ve only ever heard when he sings; and that’s when you’d start to get bold, testing the waters, repeatedly edging his throbbing cock and — much to his surprise — pushing his hands away when he’d try to take back some semblance of control.

“fuck, come on, babe-“ “i decide when you cum this time, tyunnie.” a breathless, disbelieving laugh on his end — “oh, you do, huh? you better be careful, doll, or you’re gonna- a-ah!- regret that later-“

at first he’d find your attempt at dominance amusing, cute — until it’s not, because then he’d even begin to think that it’s hot. you’d never have imagined you’d have your big, strong, dominant boyfriend groaning and gasping so pliantly underneath you like this, but when he finally cums, he’s immediately slumping limply back against the pillows with panting breaths and twitching hips.

your triumph doesn’t last too long, however, when he brings his hand to your throat to pull you down into a firm kiss — you already know that he was definitely not lying about putting you in your place later, which you can’t even pretend to protest to as your neglected pussy clenches pathetically in response. (“this slutty little pussy can’t even go a day without needing my cock to fill it up, can it?” he’d tsk mockingly in your ear later as he fucks you face down into the mattress).

not sure how easily he’d let you peg him again, but i will say it may not be the last time he lets you edge him.

⇢ kai: cue calm huening smile that makes you think you’re dead meat for a second when you first suggest it..

nah but i think hyuka would be patient with your ideas, surprisingly willing to go along with them most of the time, so on days when you skip over to him with the strap he just *small sigh* “okay 🙂”

he enjoys it when you dote on him anyway, so he can’t really complain whenever you situate him into a nest of pillows and plushies, smiling up at you sweetly with his hands on your waist as you cover him in kisses and promises that you’ll make him feel good.

he knows that you will; his head tipping back into the pillows and eyes sliding shut with a slow, breathy sigh as you enter him, his fingers tightening marginally in their soft grip on your skin, your lips on his neck as you rock into him making him hum out a quiet noise that soon turns into a whimper when you wrap your hand around his thick cock and slowly begin to stroke.

you wouldn’t need to keep doing that for long, though, because he’d soon begin rolling his hips up instead, fucking himself into your hand in a steady rhythm as he looks up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

neither of you would really need to say much; all soft noises and quiet whispers, his large hands wandering your body all the while, and you would know he’s getting close when the room starts to fill with the lewd wet sounds of his cock squelching in your hand, leaking more and more pre-cum the deeper you go — his back would arch with a whimpered groan, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back, and you then pressing down to nip and kiss at his exposed jaw with a particularly punctuated thrust would be all that it takes for his release to spurt from his tip and coat the both of your bellies in creamy white.

you’d both giggle a little in the aftermath when you coo at him, and he’s happy that you’re happy, wanting to return the favor once the strap is off as he begins guiding your hips up towards his face for a well-deserved meal. (well-deserved for who? no one knows, cuz it’s a win/win for you both).

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a/n - my bad i didn’t mean for terry’s part to be so much longer i got lost in the sauce

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hyukascampfire · 1 month ago

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(🍐) WANNA TOUCH? .. い葉 hard thoughts

𝓘N WHICH 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆?

nerdy태현 ⊹ 𝑓 rea 19OO smut non idol ╭╯ titty fucking breast worship subby tyun

ɑ︭ : serving this one up for u @heesmiles thank u for this incredible opportunity to write subby taehyun and now i’m drooling from multiple places. this one's been in the vault for a while hehe but omfg it needed to come to life because whew!

Poor Taehyun. You’ve been prancing around his house in little to nothing more than a flimsy pair of the cutest cotton shorts and, the worst offender, that thin, buttercup yellow tank top. It moves with the plush of your curves, looks so soft against your skin. And because you’ve spent a hundred nights like this, you’re so unaware. Sprawled out over his bed, torturously comfy in his presence.

And, god, he can tell you’re not even wearing a bra. It’s got his throat dry and palms sweaty with the effort of not popping a boner over his best friend just sitting there. He feels like a true pathetic, horny weasel of a man.

“It’s so fucking hot in here, Taehyun, seriously. Do you have the heater on eighty or something?” you say, lips pouted in such a way that his melted mind does not miss. The blush dusting your cheeks, proof of the heat, doesn’t slip by him either. He’s so far gone that truth be told, there is not one inch of you that Taehyun is not currently hyper-aware of. Especially the print of your nipples against the soft cotton of your top, belying the shape of you so cruelly that Taehyun hardly has to imagine it.

Oh, and you better believe that imagine it, he has. But seeing it in live action is different than the fuzzy edges of his imagination. Here you are, his best friend, so pretty and real in the flesh. So much better, but so much worse when it’s tangible and real in front of him. “No,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “But… I can check. For you.” He remembers the tent in his pants and the pillow he’s clutched over his lap for the past twenty minutes, praying to god you don’t start asking questions. “Or you can. If you wanna.”

Well, of course you start asking questions. It’s been obvious all night, and Taehyun knows you’re just unsure of how to go about asking your guy best friend why his eyes are glued to your tits and he’s obviously covering a hard-on. It’s a stifling, new situation for the both of you. “You okay, Tyun?” Your eyes drop to the ironclad curl of his fingers into the pillow. He wonders if your skin would have the same give. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

The room does suddenly feel hot… The way you giggle the words like his struggle for the last however long is funny, as if his manhood was laughable, sends his blood boiling in his veins. Shoots his cognitive function to all hell until he really is a pathetic, stumbly mess. “It… it happens,” he says. Even the waver of his voice is mortifying. He’s not convincing anybody. “For no reason sometimes. You wouldn’t understand.” Are his lips numb, or is his face just on fire?

“Huh.” You purse your lips in a way that seems like it should be in understanding, but it feels more patronization than anything. “I guess I wouldn’t. I’ve just got these.” To Taehyun’s worst dismay, you take your tits in your palms and squeeze. Feel the weight of them. Like they were nothing more than stress balls, when they’ve been the very source of his strangulating terror. If you think you’re lightening the situation up by making jokes, you are dead wrong. His soul has already left his body. “They act on their own sometimes too, I guess, though. So.”

Fuck. He is so thoroughly fucked. Is this a joke? Is this funny to you? He can’t answer that, because bare minimum, he can’t form thoughts.

“Oh my god, Taehyun,” you laugh. You look beautiful as you witness his humiliation, and he supposes that’s the worst part. You, his pretty, popular, perfect best friend, now know exactly how much of a fumbling loser he really is. “Are you okay? Your face is white.” The moment extends excruciatingly long as you connect the dots in your head. “No fucking way—have you never seen boobs before?”

“Wha… I? Yes I have?” he says. His knuckles creak at the force with which he holds that damned pillow to his hips. For what reason? You’re already keenly aware of his shame if that sparkle in your eye says anything. “I’ve seen tits before. Jesus,” he tries again. He should just stop talking, really. For both of your sakes. “And don’t say it like that.”

The moment lingers. He debates running to the bathroom for some sort of escape. And then you drive the stake in his chest and finish the job. “On Pornhub?” you say, tilting your head in a cheeky way that suggests you’re playing with him like a cat would nudge at a mouse it pitied more than the rest. Like it wasn’t even worth digging its teeth into it. Like a charity case, you furrow your brows and take the hem of your cute little floral sleep set and hit him with, “Do you wanna see some? Real ones?” Or, rather, like you’re just performing some civic duty. Giving handouts to the poor loser who’s never seen a pair of tits. The worst part is the way his cock twitches at the prospect. He is exactly what you think he is: a hopeless virgin ogling his best friend.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Should he say no? Save himself some dignity?

Breathing a laugh, you tug your top up and over your chest. The sight sucks the air from his lungs. The yellow, rucked all the way up, frames it perfectly. He watches as your nipples tighten and how it makes you shudder, the shape of them branded into the back of his skull. “Holy shit,” he says, mouth moving faster than he can realize how embarrassing that is. “You can’t just—do that.”

For the second time, you just laugh at him. Your cheeks are dusted a delectable pink, your back arched to show them off better for him. It’s unreal. A thing only of his most depraved fantasies, and it’s playing out in blisteringly real time right in front of him. “You should see your face right now,” you say, shifting. Your skin, so plump and grabbable, moves softly with it. So does your chest. He’s not sure he’s even breathing at this point. “You’re blushing so hard. Your ears are red. It’s cute.” Circling your fingers around his wrist, you say, “You wanna touch?”

The weight of them—the soft give of your skin, how you feel more like marshmallows under his fingertips than he could’ve ever imagined, and he knows you’d taste just as sweet. It’s all got his stomach twisted right up. He abandons the pillow to roll his thumbs over the buds of your nipples, big brown eyes framed by his glasses darting up to check how you feel about it. He feels the seam where the swell meets your torso, dusts the pads of his fingers over your skin in such a way that makes your breath hitch and your chest jump. Explores with trembling need, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“They’re… pretty,” he manages. He’s had a taste now, and perhaps this version of you, skin so malleable and bed-warmed, will consume him. Will you laugh in his face if he says he wants all this and more? Always? Maybe he’s a dog on a leash, but those soft, exploring eyes of yours don’t say that. Maybe this is as fresh and nerve-wracking for you as it is him.

It’s such a captivating, soft scene, the two of them. Tentative, crossing boundaries with thundering hearts, the familiarity of the same bedroom they’d spent so many other casual nights like this together in. But tonight was so different.

“Yeah?” you say, eyes searching his own. “You’re so…” Feeling up your own chest as if to reaffirm his words to yourself, you shift. “Do you wanna fuck them?” Your voice is like sugary whipped cream in his ears. “You can.”

Well, if he wasn’t breathing before, he certainly isn’t now. He blinks. Reels. That’s… fuck, that’s different. That can’t just be explained away as some horny exploration between two close best friends. That’s his fucking dream. Mouth drying up, his heart stutters in his chest. “Can… well, I…”

Next thing he knows, he’s discovering just how giving your body is, with his length nestled snug between the valley of your breasts. Your skin is so, so warm and welcoming, your body committing to the shape of him and keeping him there just right, and you’re staring up at him with wide, smoldering eyes and curiosity that banks on him using you like this. The sight is borderline too erotic with your hair splayed over his pillows and you laid so prettily beneath him.

“Go ahead,” you encourage. Your cheeks are the color of the plumpest strawberries. “Use them. I know you want to, Taehyun. It’s okay. You’re so sweet, I know you deserve it. You’re the best friend, make yourself feel good.”

You don’t have to ask Taehyun twice. He’s slow and unsure at first, but then his tip starts kissing your lips and he’s seeing fuzzy stars. Bracing himself, he cants his hips until he’s dropping his head down with sluggish whimpers and the valley has gone sticky and slick. He slips right through now. Brown strands of damp hair fall in his eyes, pupils blown wide with the deep thrill that starts in his belly and twists up his spine. “Heeh—fuck, oh fuck,” he says through his teeth, pushing his glasses back up his nose bridge. “Gotta—on your face? Can I… cum on your face?”

“Uh-huh,” you preen, your own eyes glazed over. For a moment, a beautiful, lingering moment, he is positive that you’re just as destroyed by this as he is. That you’re not dragging him along like a thing to pity, but rather that you’re taking as much pleasure in watching him fall apart over your body as he is getting to touch it. “Don’t stop, please, Tyun. Feels so good you’re losing your mind, huh? Do you want them to be yours?”

Taehyun’s lost his mind. “Yes,” he says, choked and tight. He’s losing rhythm. “Yes, I want to… shit, I wanna… Have them…” Unable to complete a full thought, he opts for something simple and to the point. “Love you so much. Love your tits. Can I h…have you?”

You don’t get to answer him that, because he locks up and paints your face with soft white ropes abruptly as if he’d been holding it back. And truthfully, he had. He was on the cusp a few measly moments after feeling you pressed around him, but he couldn’t handle the look on your face if he had came so quickly.

Anyway, he didn’t want the moment to come and go so quickly. But now it’s gone, inevitably, and he’s staring down at his longtime crush painted in him and looking prettier than ever. He prepares himself for the awkward snap back into reality, but you don’t recoil once it comes seeping back in at the corners.

Sitting up, you brush some unruly hair from your face and wrinkle your nose with a melodic laugh. “You’re getting this off my face, Taehyun. If I break out, you’re buying me three straight weeks of coffee.”

That’s all it takes for Taehyun to know that while he may be a loser and you may be so far out of his league that it’s unfathomable that you even grace him with your attention, things may have changed today, but so much will remain the same. That’s all it takes for him to loose a shaky laugh, still basking in the throes, and shoot back a familiar, “You know I’ll buy you some, anyway.”

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