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[bunyujin]

omg did u see this tweet i literally cannot jaehyuns soooo fine and the tweet itself? crazy.

im back for a lil more thoughts but omfggg jaehyun and face fucking 😫 him being so rough and fucking up into your face but his hands are petting your head so sweetly in contrast to how meanly hes fucking ur face and tugging at your hair every now and then all while the sweetest praises spill out his mouth !! telling u how good ur taking it and that your such a good girl and how your mouth feels amazing and even wiping ur tears when they fall .... dom jaehyun agenda idgaf 😖

- @hazeytae 💕

my brain 😵‍💫 i saw the tweet come up on my tl when the pics dropped… he’s actually so hot i need him so badly

sfw? link dom!jaehyun would love the view below him as he holds your hair for you, a soft grip on top while he's easily thrusting into your open mouth. he gets into a trance as he continues, praising you for taking him so well, wiping your falling tears, drool from the side of your mouth, tucking back falling strands of hair. he's totally into it all as he hears how you're taking him. even though he’s wiping anything that falls, he secretly loves how messy it gets. it just shows as proof of his domination. whether you have a gag reflex or not, jaehyun's really just so proud of you for letting him use your pretty mouth so well. his favorite part would be to paint your face with his cum after, him once again using his thumb to swipe a bit of the white slick for you to suck on as he smirks with lidded eyes.

[bunyujin]

dad!bnd ~ their kids

ot5 bnd x reader [fluff, fem!reader] (in theory lol this is actually just headcanons)

a/n: just plagued with dad!bnd recently and i wanted to share my specific headcanons of them as dads and of their kids💓💓

sungho🎀

is the no.1 encourager of his children all the time, in whatever they do he’ll support it all. plays really well with his sons, and absolutely adores his daughter to the end of the earth. had children quite early and his sons close together, and kyunghee was a surprise a few years later…

(there’s not a specific reason i chose for sungho to name his kids these names i just think they fit sungho’s vibe lol !! but namgi/남기 can mean masculine foundation which i thought was cool for the eldest son, then changmin/창민 can mean good and strong, and kyunghee/경희 can mean honour and beauty :3)

- namgi - resembles sungho when he was young, wears thick glasses, a sweet quiet boy, with quite a nerdy personality

- changmin - looks more like older sungho, short hair, more athletic, facially more like his mum, but inherited sungho’s natural muscle

- kyunghee - SO pretty, has sungho’s fox-like eyes and soft features, long black hair, such a sweet, loving personality

riwoo🍡🦦

so proud, always bragging about his children to anyone who will listen. knows all their preferences at any time. mostly looks at them lovingly from afar and only gets involved with playing and stuff when they ask. had kids a bit later than the other members, once he was absolutely sure he wouldn’t mess up.

(their names have fresh meanings of glass (yuri/유리) (but also in hanja means bringing kindness), and dew (wooseul/우슬) also yuri wooseul >~<)

- yuri - loves dance, often dressed in sporty style, mid-length hair, has riwoo’s eyes and strong nose, wears glasses

- wooseul - has a bob, very shy but confident, has riwoo’s eyes but looks more like her mum overall

jaehyun🪻🐕

always on the verge of tears because of how much he loves them and how proud of them he is, giving them so much praise and plays often. he’s number 1 girl dad and won’t have anyone say anything about ‘being outnumbered’ or ‘still trying for that boy?’. all the girls are close together in age cause he wanted them to remain friends.

(their names all have flower meanings!!! jangmi/장미 is rose, nari/나리 is lily, and dongbaek/동백 is camellia!! also dongbaek is a pretty unusual name but its korea’s official flower..just a note lol😭)

- jangmi - very hip/street style, has a short black bob, long-ish cat-shape eyes, and jae’s pretty cupids bow!!!!

- nari - so cute, big boba eyes and soft features just like her dad (looks the most like jae), curly hair, uneven teeth (and the most beautiful smile ever)

- dongbaek - big curly hair, but overall looks more like her mum, BUT has myungjae’s smile. like just transforms into her dad when she smiles. also loves producing music

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

just the best dad ever. he loves being a dad and is equal parts rational, protective and loving when it comes to his kids. talks with them so often, and i think his family would be very close overall. had kids quite young cause he’s always known he wants a family. the kids are very close in age, but that more has to do with taesan wanting to get you pregnant than anything to do with the kids…

(their names are all unusual with traditional meanings, cause i figured if dongmin liked the name taesan, he’d like those types of names!! baekho/백호 means white tiger, seulgi/슬기 means wisdom, and deoksu/덕수 means moral and prosperous)

- baekho - quite sporty and masculine, has short hair with tae’s natural reddy brown colour, facially has more of his mum’s features than taesan’s but his laugh is exactly the same as his dads

- seulgi - the SHINIEST big brown eyes!! has big lips like her dad too, probably has the most resemblance to tae but also is still very feminine, with long brown hair

- deoksu - very much inherits his dad’s interest of rock and music in general, i see him wearing thick glasses a lot, has shaggy black hair, and taesan’s eyes, but apart from that looks like his mum

leehan🪸🐠

a very chill dad, but his heart is actually bursting from afar, and that’s all he’d talk about to you and the boys: how much he loves and how proud he is of his kids. really good at playing with them bc of his imagination, and they help raise his fish >~< i think there’d be a semi-big age gap between the kids (7) because leehan’s so happy with just his little girl but when she gets old enough she starts asking for a sibling and whose leehan to deny his daughter’s wishes?!?!

(hehe i chose these names with the thought of the character su/수 in hanja having a water-based meaning, so sua/수아 in this instance means child of the water, and haesu/해수 means ocean water!!)

- sua - just so beautiful, looks quite a lot like her dad with the eyes/eye smile and lips, other features are her mum’s, and has a lot of moles

- haesu - curly hair !! also has a LOT of resemblance to his dad, with the eyes, straight eyebrows, big lips, i think he’d have a very cutesy image

[bunyujin]

hi~~ could you please write your opinions on Taesan finding out you have a daddy kink? how would he be like normally, when you’re a brat and maybe… a quick smut scribble? ><

han taesan x reader [smut, fem!reader]

a/n: yo i enjoyed writing this far more than i'd care to admit lmaooo who knew i had a daddy kink not me!! ...well...

warnings: daddy kink (duh), blowjob, cum swallowing, spanking, both hard dom!taesan and soft dom!taesan in the same fic so enjoy that, nicknames (baby, good girl), i mean MAJOR daddy kink guys, taesan refers to himself as daddy too

00:47 - “that’s it, baby, show me before you swallow,” taesan grunted, as his cum dribbled from his cock into your mouth.

he removed his still-hard length, tucking it back into his jeans. he was holding your head up by a harsh grip on your hair. you opened your mouth wide, tongue sticking out so your boyfriend could see the pool of white on your tongue.

“that’s it, good girl,” he cooed, allowing you to swallow the salty liquid. “now what should i do with you, hmm?”

“please i need to cum so badly,” you spoke, voice shaky.

taesan raised his hand, slapping your cheek, though it was reasonably gentle. your eyes filled with tears at the contact.

“speaking out of turn,” he sighed, nodding. he pulled you up so you were standing in front of him before pulling you over his lap. your face was smushed into the mattress behind him, your ass positioned on his lap just right. “you know your punishment, baby girl. 20?”

you whined, but taesan started regardless. you had a safe word, he knew you could use it if you really needed. “one,” you moaned, as his hand made contact with your ass cheek, “two.”

this continued on and on, with harsh slaps being delivered to either cheek, gentle rubs being used every so often to soothe the redness.

“y/n, have you lost count?” he spoke, as your sobs got in the way of your words. taesan was still fully clothed, while you were stark naked over his lap, just the notion alone was degrading. he was wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, and his thick rimmed glasses were resting on his nose as he gave you a harsh glance.

“n-no! 19!” you exclaimed, sniffing and gasping for air, “daddy please, it hurts.”

taesan stopped, paused as he registered your words. “what did you say?”

“d-daddy please,” you sobbed, head cloudy as you felt your dignity slipping away, powerless at the hands of your boyfriend. you hadn’t really registered what you’d said, a fantasy slipping out without really realising.

“oh baby,” taesan cooed, scooping you up into a hug, so you were straddling his lap. his big hands rubbed the stinging skin of your ass, “my baby. does it hurt a lot?”

you nodded into the crook of his neck as one of his hands came to rest of the back of your head as he laid you down on the bed.

“do you need to cum, my love?” he hummed, kissing both your cheeks softly as you nodded, “tell me, please.”

“i need to cum so badly, taesan, it hurts– i’m so wet,” you sobbed.

“no, no,” he commanded, “what’s my name?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, before shaking your head, swallowing the lump in your throat and speaking. “daddy– i need to cum daddy please.”

“good girl,” he cooed, getting undressed swiftly before handling his cock, lining it up with your throbbing, dripping entrance. “god, so wet for me. all for daddy, hmm? you must’ve needed it so badly, yeah?”

you nodded, gripping harshly onto his arm as he pushed the head in, leaving nail marks behind in the skin.

“i’m sorry i was punishing you sweetheart, but you know daddy has to do it sometimes. if you misbehave daddy has to show you what’s right,” he spoke, grunting through his words every so often as he edged in another inch, “fuck… so tight for me, baby. you’re sucking me in.”

“you’re so big, daddy,” you panted, whimpering as you watched taesan roll his eyes back before bottoming out. you moaned as he dragged his length back out your walls, thrusting back in slowly but harshly. “feels so good.”

taesan smirked cockily, “i know, baby, i know. taking me so well.”

he continued with a slow, strong pace until he noticed you fucking your hips up, trying to get more of a feel. he chuckled, immediately increasing his pace, leaving you unable to thrust anymore as your body was turned into a ragdoll by his strength.

“this good, baby? this what you want yeah?” he grunted, both of you panting, though yours were more ragged than your boyfriend’s, “baby’s such a slut for daddy’s cock, aren’t you? fuck, taking me so well. cum whenever you want baby, daddy’s got you.”

his hand snaked down, rubbing at your clit furiously as you moaned loudly at the sudden contact with the sensitive bud.

“t- daddy, nng— i’m gonna cum!” you shrieked, as taesan laughed cockily.

“go on. soak daddy’s cock, baby,” he spoke, as you moaned loudly as you came, adding to the wetness at the top of your thighs.

but taesan hadn’t cum yet, his hips moving furiously to chase his high as you were a moaning, whining mess, body being used like a doll.

“say my name, baby,” he panted, his orgasm evidently close, but not close enough.

“daddy,” you moaned, “fuck me so well, daddy, fuck— please cum. please give me your cum, daddy—” taesan came with a stuttered grunt, his hips following the stutter, his eyes rolling back as his mouth opened wide, cum spilling into your warm cunt and down your soft thighs.

you were both panting as taesan collapsed on the mattress next to you, pulling the blanket over your bodies haphazardly. you laughed, cuddling into his body, “daddy kink, huh?”

“shut up, you started it.”

[bunyujin]

h.ts — you bleed, i break

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes pairing: underground boxer!taesan x afab!reader wc: 1153 warning: mentions of physical violence, blood/injuries (cuts, bruises, stitches), emotional distress, fear of loss, mild codependency themes, hurt/comfort dynamic listen: no. 1 party anthem — arctic monkeys

it always starts the same way.

a knock at the door — not loud, not urgent, just... familiar. three soft taps, spaced apart, like he’s giving you time to prepare for what you’ll see when you open it.

you never are.

you swing the door open and there he is — bruised, bleeding, barely standing. he tries to smile, but it tugs at a split lip, and you immediately step aside to let him in, your heart slamming against your ribs like it wants to escape the moment before it breaks.

“don’t say anything yet,” he says, voice rough. “let me shower. i’ll be easier to look at after.”

you don't answer. you just nod, throat tight, and grab a towel while he drags himself toward the bathroom.

you hate this part — the waiting. the sound of the water running as it washes away blood you didn’t get a chance to clean. the way your hands shake as you lay out gauze and antiseptic and stitch kits like it’s routine. like you haven’t cried over this exact setup more times than you can count.

he steps out fifteen minutes later, hair dripping, body clean but riddled with fresh bruises. a deep purple welt blooms across his ribs, and there’s a long, angry gash above his eyebrow that still seeps a little blood. he's got a towel around his waist and tired eyes locked on yours.

“sit,” you say, voice flat, pointing to the bathroom counter. you’re too tired to yell. too scared to fall apart.

he obeys.

you press a clean cloth to his wound, just a little too firmly. he winces but doesn’t move away.

“you’re gonna get yourself killed one day,” you say. your voice comes out quieter than you meant it to. smaller.

“i’ve had worse,” he mutters.

your hands freeze.

"that’s not the point, tae.”

he sighs. “i know.”

“no, you don’t. because if you did, you wouldn’t keep doing this. you wouldn’t come home every other night with new wounds and old ones ripped open again. you wouldn’t keep making me wonder if the next time the door knocks... it’ll be someone else telling me you didn’t make it.”

the words hang heavy in the air, thick and shaking. he stays silent.

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop it from trembling. you dab at his brow, slower this time, careful. “you don’t have to break yourself to be enough.”

he looks down at his hands. his knuckles are torn open — fresh from tonight. “it’s all i know. fighting… it gives me something. i feel like myself in the ring. it’s the only place i know who i am.”

“and who are you when you’re not bleeding?”

he looks up, startled by your question.

you’re not angry anymore. just aching. tired in a way that sleep won’t fix.

“when you’re here,” you say, voice soft, “with me… who are you then?”

he stares at you, chest rising and falling unevenly. “i’m yours.”

you nod slowly. “then act like it. stay. stop choosing pain over peace. stop making me watch you fall apart just so you can feel whole for a few minutes in a ring.”

“i can’t just walk away from it—”

“i’m not asking you to quit,” you say quickly. “i’m asking you to survive.”

he looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn't. instead, he lets you tend to him — your fingers gentle now as you clean the gash and close it with small, precise stitches. you dab antiseptic over his knuckles, wrap them carefully, and by the time you’re done, your hands have stopped shaking.

but your heart hasn’t.

“you don’t have to do this alone,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. “you don’t have to keep hurting just to prove something.”

his hand reaches out, shaky and hesitant, and finds yours.

“i’m scared,” he admits.

“of what?”

“of being nothing if i’m not fighting.”

you step between his legs, cradle his jaw with both hands, and lean your forehead against his. “you’ll never be nothing. not to me.”

he pulls you into him like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. your arms wrap around his neck as his settle on your waist, and suddenly it’s too much — the fear, the relief, the way he still smells like blood and sweat and safety.

you kiss him — soft, slow, like you're stitching him back together with your lips. it’s not rushed, not desperate, just… tender. the kind of kiss that says i see you. all of you. and i’m still here.

your lips brush against his once, twice, a gentle question, and when he kisses you back, it’s like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. like he’s been starved for something only you can give. his hands tighten at your waist, not to pull you closer — you’re already as close as you can be — but to ground himself, like the feel of you is the only thing tethering him to this world.

his breath shudders against your cheek, and your thumb traces the line of his jaw, careful not to press against any bruises. his skin is warm beneath your fingers, flushed from the shower, from the fight, from you.

you feel it in the way his lips linger — how they tremble just a little when you deepen the kiss, how he sighs softly into your mouth like he’s finally letting go of everything he’s been holding in.

your fingers slide into his hair, still damp, and he tilts his head just enough for the kiss to deepen, mouths moving together in a quiet, aching rhythm. it’s not about passion, not really — it’s about presence. about showing him that he’s more than the blood, the pain, the fight.

when you pull back, just a breath away, his forehead stays pressed to yours. his eyes are closed, lashes damp, and he looks so young like this. like the boy underneath all the bruises is still learning how to be loved.

you press another kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, then the cut above his brow. “you’re okay,” you whisper between each kiss. “you’re here. you’re home.”

his hands cup your face then, rough knuckles brushing your skin so delicately it makes your chest ache. he opens his eyes and looks at you like he’s never seen you before — or maybe like he’s finally seeing you the way you’ve always seen him.

“don’t go,” he whispers.

you lean in again, pressing your lips to his in an answer. slow, certain, full of every silent promise you’ve ever made him.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you breathe. “not as long as you keep coming back to me.”

and in that moment, with bruises still darkening and your hands still stained from cleaning his wounds, he feels whole — not because he’s healed, but because you’ve made space for every broken part of him.

© hancorys, 2025.

[bunyujin]

June Never Ends

Pairing : han taesan x f! reader

Warning : drug addiction, emotional dependency, toxic relationship dynamics, self-harm, relapse themes, heavy angst, smut, trauma, co-dependency, blood, overdose (mentioned), psychological manipulation, mentions of violence, recovery themes.

The rehab centre reeked of peppermint and broken promises.

You stared at the pale green walls, tracing every crack like a map back to him.

Ten days clean. Ten long days. And yet your body still twitched at night, screaming for something—no, someone—it couldn’t have.

You weren’t stupid. You knew why you kept dreaming about his hands. Not because of the drugs. Not really. It was what came after—the high, the crash, the arms that held you through it. Taesan didn’t just sell poison. He sold warmth. He sold safety. In the cruellest, most fucked-up way, he became the only home you knew.

You never told anyone that.

They all thought he ruined you.

But you knew the truth.

He loved you. Just not the way normal people did.

You met him under a flickering neon sign behind a club you weren’t even old enough to be in. He looked like a sin wrapped in silk—rings on his fingers, smile lazy and sharp. When he spoke, it was slow, intoxicating, like every word had a drop of honey.

He didn’t pressure you.

He didn’t need to.

You were already falling before the drugs ever touched your tongue.

You sat in the garden behind the rehab building, legs tucked under you, hands trembling even though the weather wasn’t cold.

You could still taste him in the back of your throat.

And as if summoned by your sickness—

“Yo.”

Your head snapped up.

There he was.

Taesan.

Leaning against the fence like he belonged there, like you hadn’t spent the last ten days detoxing him out of your bloodstream.

He looked unfairly good. Hoodie slung over his sharp frame, silver chain glinting in the dull sun, jaw sharper than the last time you saw him.

“Shouldn’t be here,” you whispered.

He smirked. “You missed me.”

Your throat closed.

You did miss him. God, it hurt how much.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you repeated, louder this time.

“I brought something,” he said softly. “Not what you think.”

Your body betrayed you—heart leaping in false hope.

He saw it. Of course he did. He always noticed.

“No drugs,” he murmured. “Just… peach tea. Thought you’d want something that doesn’t taste like guilt.”

You stared at the bottle in his hand. Your favourite brand. Still cold.

He crouched next to you, holding it out.

“I shouldn’t take things from you.”

“Doesn’t mean you won’t.”

He was right.

You took it.

And when your fingers brushed his, something in your chest cracked.

You didn’t tell the counsellors he came.

You should’ve.

But you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want them to make him stop.

That night, he waited outside your window.

You opened it before he knocked.

“Creep,” you whispered.

His smirk curled. “You let the creep in, though.”

You sat on the edge of the window, knees up. He stood below, leaning against the wall like this was a routine.

“I shouldn’t talk to you,” you said.

“You always say that,” he replied. “Then you do.”

Silence.

Then you said the one thing you weren’t supposed to,

“I miss you.”

His eyes softened. Just a flicker.

“Come outside.”

You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

The parking lot was cold. He handed you a hoodie you knew wasn’t yours, but smelled like him.

Taesan lit a cigarette, then held it out.

You hesitated.

“No drugs,” he promised. “Just nicotine and poor life choices.”

You took it.

The first drag burned.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Bullshit.”

He shrugged. “Alright. I needed to see you.”

There it was again.

That soft ache.

You looked at him under the pale moonlight and saw it—the exhaustion under his eyes, the way he kept clenching his jaw like he was trying to swallow something down.

“You’re not high,” you said.

He gave you a small smile. “Didn’t feel right.”

“You clean?”

He looked at you, dead-on. “As clean as you are.”

Your heart twisted.

Ten days. He’d gone ten days too.

“Why?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He looked away. “Didn’t want to come back to you with blood in my eyes.”

You didn’t sleep that night.

You kept replaying the way his fingers brushed yours when he gave you the tea, the way his voice cracked when he said “needed.”

And when the night nurse checked your room, you were already sliding the hoodie over your shoulders again.

Sneaking out.

Like always.

He was waiting in the car.

Music low. Engine purring.

The moment you opened the door, he looked at you like a man dying of thirst.

“You really came,” he murmured.

You slid in. “Just for a drive.”

But you both knew it was a lie.

The road was empty, the city asleep.

He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other twitching like he was itching for something—your hand, a hit, you couldn’t tell.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said after a while.

You stayed silent.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he added.

You looked at him.

“I thought you left me.”

He pulled over abruptly, parking under a broken streetlight. The silence that followed was suffocating.

“I did leave,” you said softly. “Because I had to.”

“Yeah?” His voice cracked. “So why are you here now?”

You didn’t answer.

He turned to you. His eyes were red—not from drugs, but from holding back tears.

“You still love me?”

You couldn’t lie.

“I never stopped.”

His kiss tasted like ash and regret.

But you let him kiss you anyway.

Because love like this doesn’t come wrapped in bows.

It comes with scars, with poison, with shaking hands and whispered apologies.

It comes with relapse.

And right now, relapse looked a lot like Taesan pulling you onto his lap and holding you like he never wanted to let go again.

The next morning felt like a bruise.

Your body remembered his touch before your mind did.

When you opened your eyes, you were in his apartment—his bed, his air, his everything.

Same apartment you swore you’d never return to. The same sheets you once overdosed in.

Taesan was still asleep next to you, hand wrapped tight around your wrist. Like he thought you might vanish again.

You studied his face in the early light. The gentle slope of his nose. The way his lashes brushed his cheekbones. The tiny scar on his bottom lip from when someone tried to rob him and you begged him not to retaliate.

He didn’t listen.

He never listened. Except when it came to you.

Always you.

You slipped out of bed quietly, pacing barefoot on cold wooden floors. The ache behind your ribs had nothing to do with withdrawal this time. It was guilt.

You were supposed to be recovering.

Not crawling back into the arms of the man who broke you just to glue you back together.

But it was like your bones knew him. Your blood still carried him. Your cells whispered his name every time you tried to clean them out.

“Where’re you going?”

His voice was sleep-rough, hoarse.

You turned. He sat up slowly, blanket sliding off, eyes puffy and raw from too many dreams.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you murmured.

He blinked. “Yeah. But you are.”

You swallowed.

“I want to leave.”

His jaw clenched. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes. I do.”

“No, you think you do. But if you really did, you wouldn’t have stayed the night. You wouldn’t be in my shirt right now.” His voice cracked. “You wouldn’t have let me hold you like that if you were gone for real.”

You looked down. You were wearing his shirt. It still smelled like his cologne.

He stood, crossed the room, slowly—like approaching a scared animal. His hands went to your face.

“Tell me you didn’t feel anything last night.”

You couldn’t.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice barely a whisper.

“You’re still mine.”

You were trembling.

And then his lips touched yours—and it was over.

You kissed like the world was ending. Like this was the last time. Like love and pain came from the same bottle, and you were both drinking deep.

When his hands slid under your shirt—his shirt—you didn’t stop him.

Because it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the need. The ache in your chest. The hunger that no rehab, no tea, no counsellor could touch.

Taesan touched it. Ruined it. Worshipped it.

“You want me to stop?”

You shook your head.

“You sure?”

“Please,” you whispered. “Don’t stop. Just… don’t stop.”

Clothes hit the floor one by one. His mouth was everywhere—slow, reverent, desperate.

He tasted you like salvation. Like you were the drug now. His tongue dragged over your skin like he could absorb you through his mouth. The way he groaned when you pulled his hair told you—this wasn’t just lust.

It was grief. Worship. Addiction.

You whimpered his name when he slid between your legs, tongue hot and slow, fingers curling inside you like they belonged.

“Taesan—”

“Say it again.”

“Taesan, I—”

“You missed this, didn’t you?”

You were crying now, just a little. Because it was too much.

“You missed me.”

He kept going until your back arched, thighs shaking, until you were sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to him like he was your last chance.

You came undone with his name on your lips.

And when you looked at him, his eyes were glassy.

Like it hurt him too.

Like maybe he was addicted to you just as much.

Later, when the room was quiet again, you lay tangled in sheets and shame.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you whispered.

Taesan didn’t look at you. Just lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling.

“I know.”

You closed your eyes.

“I’m going back tomorrow. To the centre.”

He was silent for a while.

“I’ll drive you.”

The next morning.

He didn’t talk much.

Just held your hand the whole way, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin like he was memorizing it again.

When you reached the centre, he parked but didn’t get out.

You sat in silence for a while.

Then he finally looked at you.

“I’m not good for you,” he said.

You blinked back tears. “I know.”

“I’m gonna try anyway.”

Your chest cracked.

“Why?”

His lips twisted into something between a smile and a grimace.

“Because loving you hurts less than living without you.”

You didn’t talk much after you went back.

Rehab was colder the second time. Not literally—the blankets were the same, the tea tasted the same. But the way people looked at you had shifted. Like they knew.

That you’d left. That you’d gone back to him. That you let him touch you, fuck you, kiss you.

Like they could see his fingerprints still burned into your skin.

And maybe they could.

Because no matter how many times you scrubbed your hands, they still trembled.

Day Four.

You hadn’t heard from him. He hadn’t texted. Called. Shown up.

Your chest ached in a new way.

You told yourself it was withdrawal.

But withdrawal didn’t feel like heartbreak.

Day Six.

You woke up shaking.

Heart pounding, skin sweating, mouth dry.

You didn’t know if it was a nightmare or just your body craving him.

You curled into yourself and sobbed. Quiet, ugly cries that you buried in your pillow like secrets.

You missed him.

You missed him like a drug.

You missed the poison more than the cure.

Day Eight.

The knock on the counsellor’s door came mid-session.

“Visitor for you,” someone said.

Your heart dropped.

Couldn’t be. No way.

You stepped into the lobby—and there he was.

Taesan.

Slumped in a plastic chair, hoodie soaked in rain, hair messy, eyes red.

You blinked.

And that’s when you saw the blood on his knuckles.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you hissed, dragging him outside.

He didn’t speak at first. Just lit a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Are you okay?” you whispered.

He laughed. Bitter. Hollow. “That’s a stupid question.”

You stepped closer.

“Taesan.”

His eyes met yours—and it broke you.

Because you saw it.

The spiral.

He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t used—not yet. But he was teetering. Dangerous edge. One push away.

“I almost did,” he said.

“What?”

He flicked the cigarette away.

“I almost used.”

Your stomach dropped.

“But I didn’t,” he added. “I didn’t, because I remembered your face. The way you looked at me when I dropped you off. Like I was worth something.”

You reached for his hand. He flinched.

“Let me see,” you whispered.

He let you take his fist. The skin was torn open. Fresh and raw.

“Bar fight?” you asked gently.

He shook his head. “Wall.”

You blinked.

“Your wall?”

He nodded.

“You punched your wall?”

“I just—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t know what to do. I needed to feel something.”

Your chest throbbed.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you whispered. “I can’t be the reason you fall apart.”

“You’re not,” he snapped. “You’re the only reason I’m still here.”

He stepped closer, gripping your arms.

“I know I’m fucked up. I know I’m poison. But you—” His voice dropped. “You made me want to be clean. Not just from the drugs. From all of it. From me.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“I’m not better,” you said. “I’m still sick, Tae. I still think about it. Every day.”

“I know,” he murmured. “That’s why we need each other.”

That night, he stayed outside your window again.

Didn’t sneak in.

Just sat there.

Like a ghost waiting to be forgiven.

One week later.

You got permission to leave for the weekend.

Only under supervision.

So you told the counsellor, your mom was picking you up.

You lied.

It was Taesan.

He picked you up in the same car. Same scent. Same old playlist.

But this time, neither of you reached for the other.

Just sat in silence. Comfortably broken.

His apartment hadn’t changed.

Except for the holes in the wall.

You stood in the middle of the living room while he watched you like you were a hallucination.

“Are you staying?” he asked.

You turned to him.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“You.”

That night was nothing like the first.

It was slow. Quiet. Full of whispered apologies between kisses.

You cried when he kissed your scars. He cried when you kissed his fists.

You pulled his hoodie over your bare body. He tucked his arms around you like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” he said against your skin.

“You will,” you whispered. “And I’ll hurt you too.”

He nodded.

“But we’ll try,” he said. “This time, we’ll try.”

He sold his last stash.

Gave you the money.

You didn’t ask what he wanted you to do with it.

You bought groceries. Paid rent. Cleaned the blood off the past.

You weren’t perfect. Still had nights where your bones screamed. He still woke up from nightmares shaking like a child.

But you held each other. Again. And again.

And one day, it didn’t hurt to breathe anymore.

One Year Later.

You sat on the rooftop, eating peach ice cream.

He sat beside you, fingers laced with yours, eyes watching the sky.

“Do you think we’re clean?” you asked.

He thought for a second.

“No,” he said. “But I think we’re healing.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Still addicted to me?”

“Always.”

Then he kissed you—soft, warm, whole.

Like you were the cure now.

And maybe, just maybe

You were.

© brownetry

[bunyujin]

im SOOO craving for like a mean big meanie taesan :(( i js want him to make fun of me until im sensitive hehe ^_^ #needthat

mean taesan is just soooo :( laughing while making fun of you, corrupting you to only want him 24/7, size training you to fit him at any given moment, consenting to free use around the house even while you’re doing the simplest of tasks… just so many things! he’s such a big teaser that seeing you cry would turn him on so much. he has a routine he follows sometimes when he’s not using your pussy as he pleases, and it always leads to getting you overstimulated and squirting for him :( his goal is always to have you begging for him as much as possible, try to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible usually. when he has the time though, he would have you cum on his fingers first, then tongue, then give him a blowjob, but before he cums, he would push his entire length into you. he would slam his dick into you in such a fast pace as he calls you the dirtiest names to make you cry for him. he's just a big meaning and wants to have complete control over you, so even if you tell him to stop, he would keep going no matter what. he does what he does for his own pleasure, and he gets that through your innocent face and body over and over every day <3

[bunyujin]

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❣︎ 𝐁𝐧𝐝

₊˚⊹ᰔ𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

【ᯓ★𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬】 established relationship (the rest of the members), friends to lovers (Woonhak), kissing , mentions of food, yapper Leehan, use of Riwoo’s/Leehan’s/Taesan’s real name, gn!reader 【ᯓ★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭】 2.5k

【ᯓ★𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞】 Happy Valentines day everyone !! I wasn't biased with any of the members or groups, I was just running out of ideas at some point hence why every part is longer or shorter than the other

❥┆ 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

You woke up to the sun shining down on your face , the bright light shining through your eyelids and causing you to stir — lazily lifting an arm up to shield yourself from the light. You reached your other arm out to where Jaehyun was — well, where he was supposed to be, but you were met by empty , cold sheets. This was weird , he normally wasn’t up before you. Opening your eyes groggily , you blinked a couple times to adjust your sleepy eyes to the bright light before looking over to the empty spot next to you, a small pout forming on your lips — where in the world was he? He should be cuddling you in his sleep and clinging onto you and not gone! But as if on cue , the bedroom door opened and your boyfriend strutted in with a bright smile on his face. “My Baby has risen up from their beauty sleep?”, he asked almost excitedly , his voice a couple octaves higher as if he was talking to a baby , dragging his feet over to the bed before throwing himself down on you.

He was quick to smother your face in kisses , throwing a leg over your hip to cling onto you while rubbing his soft cheek against yours. “Happy Valentine’s day Baby , I was setting something up in the living room!”, his words were a bit muffled due to his cheek being squished right against yours as he continued to rub his cheek against yours — just like Pikachu does! He lifted his head up to look at you, a huge grin on his face as he leaned in and placed multiple little pecks on top of your lips before giving you a big phat smooch. A quiet yelp left your lips as he got up and suddenly lifted you up in his arms bridal style , making his way to the living room with you in his arms and letting you see what he was doing — he made a “at home cinema” just for you :( There was an air mattress in front of the couch to make it bigger , making it look like a huge bed since he put every spare blanket and pillow he could find in the apartment onto it and there was a huge white blanket attached to the wall —  a projector placed on a table behind the couch was projecting light onto the white blanket on the wall. You could only smile happily as you saw what he had prepared , turning your head to look at him before kissing his cheek repeatedly which made him giggle. “Thank you , Thank you , Thank you Jaehyunnie!”, you said in a happy tone as he placed you down on the couch where his next surprise was waiting — a Huge (insert any sanrio character) plushie with a heart between its hands which made you gasp in excitement. “Anything for my Baby”, Jaehyun grinned as he sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms —  not yet starting any movie since he just wanted to lay with you for a bit.

❥┆ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

You were in the middle of getting ready when your doorbell rang , a happy grin spreading on your face as you touched up your hair before grabbing your Jacket , keys and tote bag that contained various snacks and drinks. You weren’t met with the face of your pretty boyfriend when you opened the door , instead , you were met by a bouquet of roses being held out to you —  Sungho’s head peeking out from behind it with a soft smile. “Thank you Yeppi!”, you smiled as you grabbed the bouquet before rushing back inside to put it into a vase with water so you could quickly come back to your boyfriend. “Wow… not even a greeting kiss”, he mumbled in a sulky tone as he watched your form disappear in the living room before you came back , laughing lightheartedly to yourself before you came to a stop in front of him. Your hands reached out to gently cup his face , leaning in and kissing his lips softly before pulling away with a grin on your face and hooking your arm with his. “There you go , big baby”, you giggled to which he could only huff , yet there was a silly smile on his face.

The two of you wanted to have a picnic today , just the two of you enjoying nature while talking and eating. The walk wasn’t that long , maybe around 20 minutes until the two of you reached the location he had picked out — there was a pretty lake with ducks swimming around on the surface , the grass was green and there were pretty flowers everywhere. “Woah… it’s so pretty here”, you mumbled as you looked around before helping him spread out the picnic blanket. “Not as pretty as you…”, Sungho whispered more to himself, his cheeks flushing slightly. You guys sat down on the blanket and started to spread everything out —  Sungho brought home cooked food and desserts with him along with some pillows for comfort, he didn’t want you to get uncomfortable at some point. 

The sun was starting to set and reflected on the surface of the lake , making the moment more romantic than it already was —  your head resting against his shoulder with your hand holding his , fingers interlocked with each other as the two of you watched the sunset. “Happy Valentine’s Day , Sungho… Thank you for today”, you said softly , turning your head a little to press a lingering kiss against his cheek which caused him to laugh softly and lean his head against yours. “Happy Valentine’s Day , my love”

❥┆ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐤

You knew how big his love for baked goods is , so you thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to bake some yourself for valentine’s day …. Well, thought. “Oh you did not just…”, he laughed lightheartedly as the piping bag practically exploded in your face , soft pink colored cream now stuck to your cheek and shirt , your eyes wide as you stood there in shock before also laughing. “I guess we weren’t really made for baking”, you giggled as you looked down at your shirt , feeling a soft touch against your cheek as Sanghyeok swiped some of the cream off of your cheek and licking it off of his finger. “Correction , you weren’t made for baking ! My Cupcakes look pretty!”, he giggled as he pointed at his cupcakes —  the cream was messily piped on top of the cupcakes with heart sprinkles decorating it.

“Well, they may look better than mine but in the end, they only have to taste good”,you added , smiling to yourself as your lovely boyfriend cleaned the cream off of your face with a wet cloth before glancing down at your shirt.

“You look like a sweet mess. Go grab one of my shirts and change into it, I’ll wash it for you later”, he grinned before kissing the top of your nose and watching you walk away , his eyes shifting to the mess in the kitchen before they shifted to Daebak who was curiously looking at the mess. “I should start cleaning a little…”, he mumbled to himself with a quiet chuckle before putting the used utensils into the sink to wash later. “Come on , let’s taste them!”, you said as you entered the kitchen, now all cleaned up and wearing one of his oversized shirts —  helping him with putting the used items into the sink before grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the counter where your freshly made and decorated cupcakes were.

The two of you reached for one, looking at each other with loving grins on your faces. “Happy Valentine’s Day”, the two of you said in sync before biting into the baked good…. There was an unreadable expression on your faces before the two of you simultaneously placed the cupcakes you had bitten into back onto the counter —  they were dry … and hard. “Yeah no… we’re both not made for baking”, he commented as he coughed a little , reaching for the water bottle on the counter to wet his dry throat before handing it to you as you nodded in agreement. “Let’s leave the baking to the professionals…”

❥┆ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

“Where are you taking me? I don’t like this…”, you could only huff at your boyfriend's words of impatience as you kept his eyes covered with your hands while you led him somewhere. You knew how much he liked vintage things and you found the perfect store that he doesn’t know yet! They also had old vinyl records so he would definitely find something he’d like. “We’re here!”, you announced as you took your hands away from his face , his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the difference in lighting before they started to almost sparkle with excitement. “How come I never knew about this store!?”, he exclaimed as he looked at it before grabbing your hand and dragging you inside of it, excitement pumping through his veins as he couldn’t wait anymore. “Well, this store was hidden quite well, not gonna lie”, you commented with a grin on your face as he dragged you around, only letting go to look at each and every single vinyl record the store had to offer. “This must be heaven…”, he mumbled in a dreamy tone as he inspected the records with admiration in his eyes.

God , he was adorable when he was excited or happy —  the way he was smiling to himself while looking at all the items the store had to offer ,even grabbing some items he would definitely buy. “Wow, (Y/n), this is pure paradise for me”, he smiled as he looked at you , quickly leaning in to peck your lips in gratitude since he wasn’t a big fan of public displays of affection. “I know Dongminnie… this is your Valentine’s Gift from me since I’m kind of short on money right now”, you replied in a sheepish tone which only made him laugh quietly. “Money doesn’t matter to me , (Y/n). This just shows that you listen to my interests and you practically found a gold mine with this store , this is more than enough”, he whispered as he kept his eyes on you before reaching into the pocket of his jacket , handing you an USB stick. 

“There are songs on it that I have composed for you…Happy Valentine’s day”

❥┆ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

“Snakeheads! My Babies!!”, Donghyun exclaimed in excitement, almost like a child that just got a huge bag of candies as he saw the tank with the said fish species swimming around , his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pulled his phone out and took pictures of them. You had a soft smile on your face as you stood next to your Boyfriend , nodding your head as he started to yap his heart away. “They can grow up to 90 cm’s , some species can even grow up to 1m! Oh OH! And they can even breathe on land ..only up to 4 days but still! That’s so cool”, he shared as he glanced at you with a pretty eye smile on his face. “That’s really fascinating!”, you commented in awe as you looked at the snakeheads swimming around in the tank before the two of you moved to the next tank. 

It was Valentine's day and what wasn’t a better date than an Aquarium date with your fish loving boyfriend? The two of you would stop at each and every single tank , Donghyun shooting you full with information about every fish that was in there while also taking photos —  he was so happy and content to look at them all! He even bought matching keychains with fish charms on them from the souvenir shop for the two of you with a huge grin on his face :( It took around 3 hours until the two of you arrived back at the entrance of the Aquarium , your boyfriend feeling content and happy with what he saw and took photos of , his footsteps featherlight as he walked out of the building with you. “This was really great , (Y/n)! You really know how to get my heart beating”, he smiled as the two of you sat down on a wooden bench for a little break since you’ve been on your feet this whole time just standing and walking without taking a break. “Of course I do… Anything for my little fish nerd <3. Happy Valentine’s Day Donghyun!”

❥┆ 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐤

“What? Really?”, you asked just to be sure, not really sure if your delusions were talking or if you actually heard correctly what he said. “ I’m trying to be serious here!”, Woonhak whined a little as he gently shoved your shoulder with his hand , a goofy yet adorable smile on his face as his cheeks tinted red. “I’m serious (Y/n), if you don’t want to , just say so. You don’t have to lie just to be nice”, a glimmer of insecurity flickered in his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck a little — despite having said that, he was still scared of being rejected. 

Let’s rewind back to this morning when you entered the school building and brought you to this situation.

You were humming to yourself as you walked into the building , greeting some of your friends as you made your way to your locked to open it — but , what was this? Confusion spread on your face as a pink envelope fell out of your locker with a red heart in the middle, bending down to pick it up and see if there was a name somewhere on it just to not find one. You pursed your lips in curiosity and carefully opened it , inside was a white piece of paper that had “Be my valentine” written on it with a poorly drawn snowman on the bottom , your heart immediately skipping a bit as that gave you the hint of who it was. 

𐔌 . ݁₊ ۶ৎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⭑.ᐟ 𐦯 @hollyoongs @planetmarlowe

[bunyujin]

boynextdoor riwoo x gn!reader, suggestive fluff, established relationship, implied sexual content (563 words)

It’s the quiet moments with Sanghyuk that make you the most giddy. The view of him reclined casually on the sofa, scrolling through his phone is enough to have you swooning. His glasses are slightly askew where they sit on his nose bridge, and his hair is so disheveled that you wonder if he’s even combed it today. The tip of his nose is slightly red from keeping the temperature so low in your apartment.

You think he’s never looked more beautiful.

Just when you open your mouth to tell him that, his eyes snap to yours. It’s always startling being on the receiving end of Sanghyuk’s stare because it always starts off intense. But in a nanosecond, his gaze softens, rounded eyes dripping with honey as he takes in your pajama-clad figure. The smile that appears on his face is small, but it’s sweetness is no tiny feat.

“What are you looking at?” He quips playfully, voice soft in the late morning quiet of your apartment.

“You,” you state simply, beginning to cross your living room. “Your hair is like a bird’s nest.”

Sanghyuk chuckles, nose scrunching cutely. Normally, he’d have a quick comeback, some sort of playful remark to get you back. But this time he just stretches his arms open wide, beckoning you closer with his fingers.

It’s easy to stumble into his embrace, falling into his lap as he sinks further into the couch. The tip of his nose is cold where it nuzzles into your neck, causing you to let out a small screech. Sanghyuk just chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“Stop,” you whine. “You’re so cold!”

“And you’re so warm.”

You know that it’s supposed to be teasing, but something about the sleepy drawl of his voice has a small flame flickering in your gut. It’s enough to have you freezing, guilt settling in over turning an innocent moment into a raunchy thought. Sanghyuk must notice your sudden stiffness, the cold press of his nose morphing into soft kisses in the crook of your neck. It’s quite the opposite of what you need at the moment. But leave it to Sanghyuk to turn your small simmering desire into a roaring flame.

“Babe, stop that,” you whisper, hating the breathlessness of your voice. “It tickles.”

Sanghyuk chuckles, manifesting as a small vibration that travels directly from his torso to yours.

“It tickles, huh?”

Sanghyuk places another kiss to your neck, slower this time. You can barely contain the small whimper that threatens to pass through your lips. Sanghyuk’s smile is palpable on your skin, showing that you weren’t quite as successful as you wanted to be.

“I don’t think so. I think it’s something else.”

Sanghyuk punctuates his sentence with a little nip to your skin, his sharp canines definitely leaving a mark in their wake. This time, you can’t even try to fight the small moan you let out. Even if you could, the way your body goes slack against your boyfriend is a dead giveaway. Sanghyuk presses a flurry of kisses up the column of your neck and down to your exposed shoulder, practically drinking up all of your sounds.

“Sanghyuk,” you whisper breathlessly. You’re not quite sure what you’re asking for, but you know your boyfriend will understand.

He always does.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he soothes, arms tightening around your waist. “Let’s go back to bed.”

[bunyujin]

[fruit punch] taesan x f!reader | 11.4k words enemies to lovers, also idiots to lovers, college au, alcohol consumption, mutual pining, smut (making out, fingering f. receiving, handjobs, vaginal sex, protected sex, oral sex), dom!taesan if you squint, y/n is lowkey evil sometimes, they're both just confused and dumb note. ty to the anon for sending this request! i had sm fun writing this~~ sorry it took so long i started uni again and lost all of my free time. hope everyone enjoys broody and grumpy taesan hehe. @onedoornet :P

taesan swears he can feel his blood pumping in his ears every time he sees you. he's come to loathe the feeling, the way his stomach flips and twitches when he hears your voice. his senses heighten and his visions tunnels on you, as if a curtain has been draped over everyone and everything else. his whole body is attuned to you, like he's your fucking puppet.

it's sick, he hates how much he unconsciously worships you. he's reminded of it every time he hears your voice around the corner or your name in conversations.

the reason he despises his affinity for you is because he knows you don't feel the same -- he's almost certain he doesn't even occupy a sliver of your mind.

he knows you're lively and expressive in conversation, at least that's what he's heard. every time he come around and joins conversation with your mutual friends, you suddenly have no words left on your tongue and no thoughts left in your mind. taesan can probably count the amount of times you've spoken to him directly on one hand.

taesan doesn't know what he's done, or what he's doing to put you off of him, but he's been done with your little hate boner against him for a while now. no matter how stuffy his lungs get or how tight his pants get when you seep into his vision or his mind, taesan couldn't care less, not anymore. he rolls his eyes and spins on a heel when he sees you or hears your pretty voice; or he sighs and falls face first onto his pillow when you creep in his solitary thoughts.

he feels like your fucking dog, drooling and falling over you while you can't even look him in the eye.

taesan would say he has a strong resolve and sense of self, and it disgusts him to no end how you weaken and crumble his walls with a simple half-smile, all while ignoring him entirely like he's gum on your shoes.

on top of everything, he had the unfortunate experience of witnessing you verbally confirm your distaste for the boy.

taesan was sifting through the library's aisles, looking for a book to use for his music theory paper. around the corner, you happened to be sitting at one of the study tables, chatting with your friends carelessly, not realizing the topic of your conversation was standing less than 10 feet away.

it wasn't the boy's intent to eavesdrop, but he was in earshot and couldn't escape your conversation if he wanted to. and he wished he did, after hearing the next words that came out of you and your friends mouths.

"formal's coming up soon, who are you taking, y/n?"

"ugh, i don't know who to ask." to his dismay, his ears perked at the sound of your voice.

"what about taesan?" the boy tensed at the sound of his name rolling off your friend, giselle's, tongue. the giggle that left her mouth after made his stomach twist and jolt.

"are you crazy? jesus, giselle. no way!" taesan felt his already bruised heart drop to his ass. you sounded appalled, and your tone only rubbed salt on the boy's already open wound.

there wasn't much left to hear, taesan wasn't keen on sticking around to listen to you guys keep talking shit about him. he spun on his heel and left the library as fast as he could without running. his paper would just have to wait a few hours.

it was a sour memory that made him wince, and it was a scene that he replayed in his head every time he felt his heart race around you.

today was no exception, as taesan walked into the lobby of his apartment complex -- which is unfortunately the same complex that you lived in -- he caught a glance of you in his peripheral, you were studying with friends in one of the lobby's booths, smiling like your usual joyous self. not that taesan would even know; your bubbly side isn't something he's familiar with in the slightest.

once again, to his dismay, the boy felt his heart jolt in his ribcage, the solid thumping a bit more noticeable than before. and like a routine that was ingrained in him, he quelled his outburst of excitement before it could fully bubble to the surface.

forget it, she hates you.

turning his attention to his phone, taesan lazily walked over to the mailroom to pick up a package he ordered a while ago. he then made his way over to the elevator, still paying no mind to his surroundings, scrolling through his friends' recent text messages and posts on instagram. it wasn’t until the elevator doors opened, he walked in, and punched his floor's button that he looked away from his phone; he opted to stare at his shoe instead, back slumping against the wall behind him.

the elevator doors started closing before they suddenly halted and reopened. taesan heard heavy breathing, like someone was running to catch the doors. when his gaze shifted upward curiously, he felt his entire being tense, fingers suddenly digging into the sides of the cardboard box he was holding.

it was you; your hair was fluttering around your face and your backpack was hanging haphazardly off one shoulder, still half unzipped. your cheeks were red and flushed from your hasty entrance and your lips were parted slightly, drawing in soft breaths as your eyes locked with his.

taesan was horrified, and he gave you a quick nod of acknowledgement to avoid having to speak to you. he hoped to god his disdain didn't show across his face -- he was barely confident that he even managed to nod without his neck twitching. in the time it took him to blink, you slipped into the elevator and were now standing 3 feet to his left.

suddenly, it was as if the ceiling of the elevator was the most interesting thing the boy had ever seen, and taesan stared at the patterns in the ceiling tile like his life depended on it, trying to pretend he didn't want to bash his own head in against the wall.

he heard a small beep, likely from you pressing the button for your floor. taesan wouldn't know that for sure though, he was staring so hard in any direction that wasn't yours. he would genuinely rather the floor open up and swallow him whole than glance to his left and be reminded that the girl of his dreams and nightmares was in such close proximity to him.

taesan couldn't tell you how long he's wanted you even if he tried. sometimes he thinks that if the circumstances were so dire between the two of you, that you might be his soulmate.

deep down, it saddens taesan to no end to be in this predicament. here you are, right in front of him with no one else around, and he's frozen like a deer in headlights. taesan wishes so dearly that things could be different between the two of you, so that in a moment like this, he could reach out and actually talk to you, get to know you, hold you, rather than cowering in the corner.

and as if some all knowing force heard his thoughts, the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop. taesan didn't even notice until he heard you speak.

"what the fuck?" snapping out of his mental tirade, taesan looked up at the dial above the buttons.

great, it's in between floors. we're fucked.

taesan decided it's time to grow a fucking pair and speak to you for the first time in probably two years.

"we should call emergency services." he wished there was any way for those words to come out his mouth less stupidly. he still hadn't turned to look at you, setting his package and his backpack on the floor and stepping forward to hit the emergency call button.

unceremoniously, the button lit up, followed by absolutely nothing else. sighing, taesan finally turned to look at you. your cheeks were flushed and you looked fearful, taesan wasn't sure if it was because of the elevator or just being stuck with him. if it was the latter he think he might actually just kill himself.

"the line might be busy, i think we're gonna be here for a minute." he sighed out, and your eyes softened.

"it's okay, there's nothing else we can do i guess." you finally spoke, and taesan felt like the sun was beaming directly on him. your attention on him like a spotlight, he felt like he could finally die happy.

"yeah." taesan's lip curled up into a half smile that made your cheeks grow redder, and you watched, still frozen, as he went to sit on the floor next to his stuff. as taesan settled himself into the small corner, crossing his legs, you took it as your cue to place your stuff next to you, sinking down to the floor in defeat.

taesan can't say he isn't confused by you in this moment. for someone stuck in an elevator with someone they avoid like the plague and hate more than anything, you sure did blush a lot. so much, that taesan was starting to think it was his brain messing with him, and that your cheeks weren't truly as flushed and reddened as they looked.

do people blush around people they hate? better yet, am i just fucking delusional? the thoughts ran laps around his brain, making him want to bang his head against the silver elevator doors.

the boy decided that he probably had better and more concerning things to pay his attention to right now, like quelling his increasingly fast heartbeat and his rapid breaths. his heart was beating so loud he thinks he can hear the sound reverberating and bouncing on the walls of the small elevator, a space that felt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the minute.

his hands were clammy and shiny and he hoped you didn't notice as he tried to discreetly wipe them against his pants when he reached for his phone from his back pocket.

"i'm gonna call my friend and see if he can get ahold of the front desk." you nodded in agreement, and listened quietly as the line rings.

before either of you could even begin to get your hopes up, the line cut, and a message displayed across the top of taesan's phone screen.

call failed. taesan cursed under his breath.

"fuck, i don't think i have any service in here. sorry." taesan didn't know why he apologized, it's not like he has any control over the building's spotty reception. he didn't look at you as he speaks.

gaze focused on the ground, the boy didn't expect to hear your soft voice chime in the air.

"it's okay, we can just wait it out, we don't have any other choice anyway." you finished your sentence off with a soft giggle. pink blush was still creeping up your neck and tinting your face softly.

accepting his fate of being stuck in the elevator, taesan decided he should at least make use of his time. reaching into his backpack, he grabbed his laptop and a pair of wired earbuds, opening up his current project for his composition class.

he kept one earbud in his left ear, while the other dangled in midair. as the beats played in his ear and reverberated through his skull, taesan finally felt a bit at peace, attention tunnelling in on his laptop screen.

what he didn't notice is the way you curiously watch him work. he typed away at his laptop and mouse pad softly and his focused expression and the unfamiliar contents on his screen piqud your interest.

but what piques your interest more is taesan. his fluffy hair that moves with him as he nods along to the music that you can't hear, the way his face scrunches up cutely when he squints at the screen to read the tiny font, the way his pink lips fall into a small pout amidst his concentration.

what started out as short side glances that you snuck in from time to time turns into full on staring. being this close to him, your gaze was pulled to him like paper clips to a magnet.

contrary to taesan's belief, you do not hate taesan. while your friends do tease you about him, it's not because you have some weird secret hate boner for him.

in reality, it's because you literally cannot think straight around the raven haired boy. it's embarrassing how quickly your cheeks heat up at a single sight of taesan, heart pumping so fast you think you're going to give yourself an arrhythmia.

you’ve never been the shy type. not that you were constantly bouncing off the walls or anything, but you’ve always thought of yourself as being sociable and having a big personality. you’ve never shied away from strangers and new experiences, feeding off of the energy from the conversation and laughter you elicit through witty jokes and quips.

that alone makes your yearning all the more pathetic. y/n, the girl who could make exciting conversation in a room full of introverted bookworms, getting sweaty palms over some random music major?

it's a feeling you could't bear, which is why you avoided it at all costs, especially around your friends. you've also learned the hard way that your friends will not let you hear the end of it when they witness the way you melt around the boy, and you quite enjoy not having to talk about your affinity for taesan 24/7. that's the reason you haven't spoken to him either, you don't even want to begin to imagine your friends' reaction to that.

after a particular incident where belle and shinyu were teasing you about taesan and kim leehan walked by, you were so spooked that you decided the only solution was simply avoid or ignore him at all costs. you could not risk your blabber mouthed friends revealing the fact that you like taesan, especially since you had no idea if he liked you back, or even remembered your name, for that matter.

plus, it helped you avoid the embarrassing experience of going completely nonverbal.

you'd been telling yourself that you'd make a move at some point, but the mere thought of trying to progress things any further makes your stomach twist on itself and makes your chest start to constrict.

but now, with the boy sitting an arms length away and no one else around, you felt like it was fate. yes, there were definitely assignments waiting for you to get around to, but right now you couldn't be more thankful that the elevator is broken.

after staring at taesan and hyping yourself up for a solid 20 minutes, you decided that you can't pass up this chance.

"what are you working on?" your voice was so soft and shaky at first that taesan almost didn't hear you, but you knew he did based on the fact that his fingers halted their swift typing. you watched him move to pause the stream of audio in his ear.

"me?" taesan replied. the second the words leave his lips he regretted it. who the fuck asks that in a room with only two people?

apparently my dumbass.

"who else?" you didn't seem to mind though, giggling at his aloofness. his eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights, and you wanted to reach over and tug at his hair to feel it underneath your fingertips.

"oh um, just a project for my comp class." he responded, suddenly feeling shy. he felt the familiar speeding of his heartbeat again. why were you suddenly feeling conversive? was he hallucinating again?

"can i see?" you scooted over slightly and lean towards him, pretending to look at his laptop screen. truly, you just wanted to be closer to him, and to keep hearing his voice. you had no idea what he even meant by "comp," but you'd gladly let him ramble about his work if it meant you could hear his low voice again.

"oh, uh sure!" taesan moved slightly closer to you, turning his laptop in your direction so you could see his screen. you knew nothing about the program he's using, but the way taesan's eyes lit up as he began to explain the different sections of the screen made your heart swell.

contrary to you, taesan is more on the quieter side, opting to listen in conversations rather than lead them. however, when it comes to his music, taesan thinks he could ramble on about it for hours. the excitement of talking about his work calmed his nerves, and he found himself eagerly explaining all the different components of his project without stuttering or fumbling with his words.

you nodded along, in a trance at the sound of his voice filling your ears so pleasantly. it got even worse when you looked away from his screen to look at his face. his hands moved animatedly as he pointed at various sections of his composition, but you didn't catch a word, staring at the slope of his nose and the way his lips stayed in a cute little pout even when he was talking so much.

at one point, taesan asked you a question, noticing your slightly dazed look. your head shook slightly as you regained focus on his voice, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"sorry, what did you say?" you tried to keep your composure but the way taesan was looking at you driving you insane.

"nevermind, do you wanna just listen to it?" he said with an easy smile, chuckling at your flushed appearance. you were so adorable, he didn't think he could take it. grabbing the free earbud, he offered it to you gently. you slowly grabbed it, scooching even closer to taesan so the two of you could listen to it together. placing the earbud in your ear, you tried not to think about the space, or lack thereof, between the two of you.

your thigh was pressed against taesan's and the faint smell of his cologne was dizzying. you wanted nothing more than to grab his hand that was resting on the laptop's keyboard and intertwine your fingers together.

as taesan hit play, the sound of various instrumentals and beats filled your ears. even though there were no lyrics, you felt the emotion that taesan had drawn out of him to put into this. he was more than talented, and you were in awe of how well everything came together. as the track came to an end, taesan looked at your face, curious. your lips were parted slightly as you looked at him.

"taesan, that was amazing." you breathed out, turning your face slightly toward him excitedly.

"really? it's still a little rough around the edges, but i think i wanna keep working on it after i turn it in." he explained.

"the project only requires an instrumental, but i really like how this track is going, i've been thinking of adding lyrics and making it a proper song."

"you should, it's really really good." you spoke with a low voice, facing taesan, you were once again reminded of his close proximity and your brain was starting to short circuit again. looking into his eyes, you found yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, not wanting the moment to end. helplessly, your eyes darted down at his lips quickly, so quick that taesan almost missed it.

after watching your gaze jump down to his mouth a third time, taesan decided enough was enough.

“y/n.” he said your name in chillingly low voice. the sound of it rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine, and you only leaned into him further. reaching out, he brought his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, waiting for your reaction. you looked up at him with a hooded gaze as you delicately leaned into his touch.

as his hand fully cupped your cheek, your eyes slipped shut, head tilting further into his palm as you waited for him to close the gap.

taesan wanted to burn the sight of you into his memory forever. your long lashes laid gently on the apples of your reddened cheeks, your pink tinted lips slightly parted and calling for him. your cheek squished slightly against his hand and the softness of your skin against his made him feel like he was dreaming.

as he shut his eyes and leaned in, hovering his lips gently over yours, a loud creaking noise abruptly cut through the air.

the elevator suddenly thrummed to life, causing your eyes to shoot open. you let out a yelp as elevator dinged and the doors suddenly opened, your body practically flying across the small room. 

the two of you looked up to see two firemen looking down at the two of you confusedly.

"everyone ok in here?" one of the men asked gruffly, and you nodded your head hurriedly before grabbing your stuff and jumping to your feet.

yep, that was about enough bravery and ambition from you today. reality was setting in quicker than the reddening of your cheeks. 

you and han taesan were about to kiss. and got interrupted by the fucking fire rescue squad. you had to get the fuck out of here.

taesan could barely blink before you rushed out of the confined space, cheeks bright red as you muttered a quick thank you to the firemen.

hitting his head against the back of the wall in frustration, taesan tossed his laptop into his bag and grabbed his package, standing up and frowning at the firemen before walking past them.

"what the fuck was his deal?" the other firemen asked once taesan was out of earshot.

...

it had been a few days since the elevator incident, and while all taesan wanted to do was scream into his pillow while blasting his radiohead playlist on repeat, we was unfortunately a university student with work to do. life goes on, to his dismay.

the only person taesan told what happened was his roommate, kim leehan, who taesan begrudgingly complained to after being asked why his face was so red and why he was grumbling so much. he couldn’t help his grumpiness, could you blame him? he almost kissed the girl of his dreams and was interrupted by a fucking firefighter. 

leehan tried (as he claims, taesan doesn’t believe it for one second) and failed to hold in his laughter at taesan’s conundrum, holding a hand over his mouth as his shoulders shook with amusement. meanwhile, taesan was crashing the absolute fuck out, head in his hands while he crouched on the floor. 

“who did i murder in my last life seriously …” he whined into his hands pathetically as leehan shook his head in disbelief, still biting back his laughter. 

“i dunno, but someone’s having a fantastic time fucking with you.” leehan’s amused reply only egged taesan’s grumpiness and despair on further, and he laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon replaying the scene in his mind.

the more times he re-remembered the catastrophic chain of events, the more anguished he became. he’s definitely sighed at least 30 times in the past hour.

you were fucking with him. there was no other explanation. ignoring him constantly and then jumping him the second the two of you were alone? 

maybe you were a sadist, and you and that one friend from the library were currently laughing and joking about the raven haired boy’s demise. 

unfortunately, the thought turns him on more than anything, and he can feel himself getting a hard on thinking about the completely hypothetical situation he’s making up in his scattered mind.

he sighed angrily and slapped his hand against his cold cheek. he was so done with this. with you.

the devil on his shoulder laughed as he vowed to get over you. granted, he had a better chance of winning the lottery then forgetting about you at his will, but he felt like he had no other choice.

as humorous as the situation was, taesan felt his heart ache and his face crumple when he remembered the way you rushed out of the space as the door opened. like he was poison. 

taesan hated the ugly green feeling that was swirling in his gut, eating away at his sanity. he hated that it had to be you making him feel this way. you’ve always been the one who makes him get like this. 

but at the same time, he can’t forget how entranced he was, like a magnetic force pulled his hand to your cheek.

the vision of you, eyes closed, cheeks red, waiting for you to place his lips on yours, is permanently seared in his mind. 

how does someone just fake that? you’re either satan’s reincarnation or taesan is seriously missing something.

taesan clutches his chest in agony, the internal tug of war making him want to throw himself out his bedroom window.

after letting himself toss and turn in despair for about 2 hours, taesan drearily got out of bed to finish his music theory paper. sliding into his desk chair, he opened up his laptop to see his comp project still open, the very one he’d played for you hours earlier. 

he sighed again. the university and its students were going to be the death of him.

...

while taesan was moping in bed, you were taking up space in yours as well, laying across it face down while giselle sat at your desk, scrolling through her phone.

she could tell something is up, considering the fact that you’re not talking her fucking ears off and just laying face down in silence like a corpse.

“so, are you gonna fess up? what happened?” giselle asked, unamused. after bursting into your apartment following the Great Elevator Escape, your frantically doom-texted giselle, leading to her showing up at your front door.

you’ve been laying on your bed trying to not scream out of excitement as you told her. hearing her clear her throat, you finally rolled over so your voice wouldn’t be muffled.

“we almost kissed, aeri.” you sighed out, slapping your hands over your face.

“we? who is we?” giselle, who was evidently not a mind reader, tilted her head in confusion, moving to sit on the bed next to you, laying her legs over yours.

“me and taesan” you mumbled, watching through a crack of space between your fingers as she immediately shot up from her slumped position against yours headboard. you could’ve sworn you got whiplash just from watching her. 

“WHAT?” her voice squealed in excitement, nearly blowing out your eardrum. you laughed, glad that someone else understood how bubbly and happy you felt. 

“I KNOW” you screamed back, grabbing her hand and squeezing it as you smiled so big you thought your face was going to break.

“wait, explain everything now, you sly bitch!” with that, you walked her through the whole scene. 

reciting it to your friend made your stomach flip, all the emotions from the moment coming back to you. absentmindedly, your brought a hand up to feel the stop on your cheek where taesan’s palm pressed into you, smiling dazedly.

“you’re so down, y/n, this is crazy!” aeri laughed at your lovesick state, giving you a playful shove. she wasn't wrong, and the acknowledgment only made your cheeks burn even more.

“shut up! can a girl not yearn for her man anymore?” you smiled giddily.

“usually i’d call you delusional but he actually wants you so bad.” you moved to sit up, turning to her excitedly.

smiling wickedly, you looked at your friend with a plan. there was no going back now, taesan wanted you without question.

“what’s that look? are we plotting?” giselle asked curiously after a beat of silence.

“you know me so well, aeri.” you pulled out your phone to text the your friends' groupchat, filling them in as you and giselle discussed further.

the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours was fresh in your mind. bringing a finger to your bottom lip, you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the memory. 

han taesan had no idea what was coming for him.

...

“hello? earth to y/n.” shinyu shook your shoulder as myungjae called to you across the table, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” jaehyun rolled his eyes at you.

“i’m throwing friday night, you coming?” you smiled in excitement, making eye contact with giselle, who had the same mischievous glint in her eye.

yeah, the two of your were thinking the exact same thing.

“what’s that look ... what am i missing?” belle looked between the two of you, very used to your antics.

“oh nothing…” aeri mused. “just getting y/n a date to formal.”

...

“i think i’m gonna stay in tonight, dude.” taesan sighed as he sunk onto the couch. it was friday afternoon and taesan was sufficiently worn out from the past week.

he had an exam this morning that he was almost late to because he got lost and then he didn’t have time to eat lunch because he had to go to a project meeting.

on top of everything, he got a glimpse of you laughing with giselle, ningning, and sohee on his way back from his meeting. now, he was just left with a sinking feeling in his stomach and a desire to suffocate himself under his covers for the rest of the night.

“you can’t miss jaehyun’s dude, he’s gonna kill you” as leehan replied, the ominious text their friend had sent him this morning flashed in his mind.

myungjae [9:43 a.m.]: make sure taesan comes tonight. 

leehan [9:46 a.m.]: what

“today has been the worst, i need to sulk.” taesan whined into the couch cushions, eliciting a punch in the shoulder from leehan.

“c’mon, that’s why you need to come out. get wasted and forget about your shitty week.” taesan frowned but didn’t respond.

maybe his roommate was right. plus, he had a sneaking suspicion leehan would drag him out of the apartment by his hair if he tried to stay in bed. groaning loudly, taesan got up.

“fine, i’m taking a nap first, though.” 

...

liquid courage was surging through you, not that you really needed it. you were still riding the high of your almost-kiss from earlier this week. the light fluffy feeling the alcohol was giving you was just a bonus.

standing in front of the mirror in jaehyun's bathroom, you gave yourself a once over as ningning fixed her eyeliner next to you. you were absentmindedly fixing the ends of your hair and adjusting the straps of your cami as she looked over at you with a smile.

"you look amazing, y/n. his jaw is going to be on the floor." she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. smiling softly, you thanked her. looking back at yourself in the mirror, you felt the anticipation coursing through your veins.

the dull echo of jaehyun's house playlist pulsed through the walls and only heightened the excitement you felt under your skin. hearing your phone buzz, you looked over at the phone screen, a certain text message catching your attention.

myungjae [10:58 p.m.]: he just walked in.

you made eye contact with ningning as you clicked your phone shut and slipped it in the back pocket of your shorts.

"it's go time." she laughed, wishing your luck as she pushed you towards the bathroom door. turning open the doorknob, you stepped out into the living room, colored lights dancing across the walls.

...

taesan was pulled towards the kitchen by his roommate, barely getting a glimpse of the rest of the party before a shot was being pushed into his hand.

"you need a drink, dude." leehan demanded, turning around and looking for myungjae in the sea of people and waving him over. their friend smiled and pushed through a couple people to get into the kitchen, giving taesan and leehan a fist bump.

"hey, you guys made it!" he smiled, accepting the shot leehan handed him.

the three of them clinked their glasses and downed the clear liquid together. taesan's face scrunched at the burning in his throat, coughing roughly.

"do you have punch or something?" jaehyun nodded and walked away to get some jungle juice.

looking around, taesan took in his surroundings. jaehyun had a nice apartment, and he'd been a few times. it looked completely different than it did during the day, furniture pushed to the walls to make room for people to dance. the apartment was completely dark except for the colored led lights, giving the room a blueish glow.

looking into the living room, taesan scanned the crowd for anyone else he knew. he caught a glimpse of sungho and riwoo, his old roommates, talking to the dj, some guy he didn't recognize.

his eyes widened when he saw giselle near the dj's booth as well, chatting with some tall guy he didn't recognize.

were you here too? even though he knew you were friends with jaehyun, he somehow failed to consider the fact you might be at this party as well.

turning back to leehan, he spoke hurriedly.

"i need another shot."

...

a couple shots and a cup of jungle juice (that was probably 80% booze) later, he finally stepped out of the kitchen.

"i'm gonna go say hi to someone really quick, i'll be back in a bit." taesan nodded and waved as leehan stepped away. he felt a little looser, shoulders finally relaxing a bit as he walked over to sungho and riwoo.

they chatted for a bit, and he sipped on another glass of spiked fruit punch as he laughed along with them. riwoo was complaining about his choreography class animatedly and sungho was gushing about some junior, kim woonhak, he'd just befriended.

"it's official, guys. i'm a single dad now." taesan rolled his eyes at his friends, a small smile painting his face.

after a beat, the boy noticed his friends glancing behind him. tilting his head in confusion, he turned around to see what they were looking at so curiously. forgetting how drunk he was and the fact that he had a drink in his hand, he swung around a bit faster and more clumsily than he wanted to.

"is there something beh-" he began, before he felt himself promptly bump into someone, their head hitting his chest. suddenly the front of his shirt was damp, his cup of punch getting caught between him and the mystery stranger and spilling on him.

"shit my bad are you oka-" taesan's concerned voice abruptly cut off as the person in front of him came into focus. lo and behold, you were standing in front of him, the front of your top now boasting a growing wet spot from taesan's drink.

there's actually no fucking way. taesan didn't think he's ever wished for the ground to swallow him whole more than that very moment.

"taesan, hey! it's you again." you smiled easily, as if you didn't notice the sticky beverage now spilled across your shirt and chest. taesan could've sworn he saw you bat your eyelashes.

"i'm so sorry about your shirt, i didn't mean to be so clumsy." taesan almost stumbled over his words as the apologies spilled from his lips. his stomach was simultaneously flipping and twisting at the sight of you looking up at him.

you looked down as if you were seeing the stain on your shirt for the first time as well, smiling and shrugging.

"don't worry about it, i'm sorry! you got wet too." you gestured slightly to his shirt as well, giggling. you had definitely had a few drinks as well, taesan wasn't sure if you were as drunk as him.

"don't worry about it either, it was my bad." you waved away his admission of guilt, your gaze suddenly darkening slightly.

"guess we're even then! would you mind if i asked for a favor though?" taesan hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, beckoning you to continue.

"help me clean up?"

as taesan's face turned into a look of shock and surprise, you giggled again, blinking up at him slowly. snapping out of his drunken daze, he nodded quickly and waved goodbye to his friends. grabbing your wrist, he wove through the crowd, his fingers wrapped tight around your arm. his hand was warm, and you had to put in an effort to peel your eyes away from his grip on you, heartbeat speeding up.

looking away from his back, you made eye contact with giselle and belle across the small apartment. you smiled as they gave you thumbs up from the other side of the room as taesan whisked you away.

jackpot.

...

it's you who shuts the bathroom door behind the two of you. taesan finally turns back around to look at you, trying to ignoring his racing heartbeat.

in the lighting of the bathroom he can finally see you. you look better than that fateful day in the elevator, even in your basic cami and denim shorts. the stain on your shirt is small, which taesan is thankful for. unfortunately, some of his drink spilled on the exposed skin of your chest, it's sticky residue making your chest all shiny.

you look so perfect, taesan thinks he might actually faint. he almost feels the air leave his lungs as you smile up at him.

when you step towards him he freezes, only letting his shoulders relax when he realizes you're reaching past him to turn on the sink's faucet. your hair brushes his arm and your shoulder bumps his, and taesan can smell your fruity perfume.

you smell like berries and some sort of flower, and taesan almost gets lost in it, in you. the sound of the faucet running helps to clear his mind a little, but he loses his cool all over again when you grab his shoulder to turn him to face you.

"sorry, is it okay if i touch you?" taesan's sure he's red as a cherry as he nods, his movements stuttering slightly. truly, he has no fucking clue what you're about to do, but god he could not care less.

you grab a small towel hanging nearby and dip it under the running water before bringing it to taesan's chest, where the offending stain has dried up into his shirt.

gently, you rub the wet fabric across his shirt. your other hand is splayed on his shoulder, taesan isn't sure if it's for stability or because you want him to pass out and die on the spot. from his view, he can see your long lashes flutter as you squint at his chest in concentration.

he's trying to focus on anything but your heavy gaze on him. the boy opts to look at the ceiling, tilting his head up and not giving his eyes any chance of stealing a glance at you.

every once in a while, your fingers brush against his chest lightly and he feels his skin burn underneath your touch. despite how drunk he is, he's suddenly so aware of everything.

he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, if you can feel how his breaths and his lungs stutter when you rub the towel on him. your proximity alone is making his head spin more than the alcohol he drank.

the way you're doting on him is making his stomach burn with some type of desire, taesan doesn't think he's ever felt a need like this before. his racing thoughts are distracted by the sound of a huff below him.

he looks down at you as you scrub a bit more on his shirt before pulling away slowly.

"that should be good en-" you don't get to finish your sentence, interrupted by taesan's hand grabbing your wrist.

before you can even think, taesan's lips are on yours. you drop the towel in shock, and it makes a soft noise as it hits the floor.

neither of you seem to care all too much, though. your eyes flutter shut as taesan's other hand slides into your hair, tilting your head slightly.

the kiss is soft and timid as first, but after a moment taesan decides he's done playing games. he knows you want this as much as he does, he can tell by the way your hands are crumpling his damp shirt and pulling him closer to you.

taesan's lips are soft and plump as they slide menacingly slow against yours. his warm tongue presses against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. he notices how pliant you are in his hold, lips falling open so his tongue can explore the wet walls of your mouth and throat. his hand hovers near your throat, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. you whimper as he gives it an experimental squeeze, your hands pulling him closer by his firm shoulders.

the feeling of his tongue filling your mouth makes your moan, the sound muffled and quiet. taesan doesn't miss it though, the noise only egging him on further. he bites your bottom lip before dragging his tongue over it soothingly.

it's hot and wet and messy, and spit trails down both of your chins with every smack of your lips against each other.

at some point, your arms wrapped around taesan's neck, his settling in the curve of your waist. your bodies fit perfectly together, your chest molding to his in a way that makes your head spin.

you can barely form a thought when taesan sucks on your tongue. you've never felt this way before, heat pooling in your stomach as his hands push into the small of your back.

at some point, he turns the two of you so you're pressed against the counter. his hands press your hips into the ceramic surface as his mouth dips down to press open mouthed kisses to the curve of your neck.

his teeth drag and brush against your delicate skin and his velvety tongue licks stripes across the bruises that you're sure he's leaving.

his lips are warm and wet as they suck your skin, traveling down your neck and shoulder. he bites your collarbone and you whimper again, a single hand threading into his hair hurriedly.

he finally gets you sitting on the countertop, and your legs wrap around him greedily, pulling him even closer. he licks the stickyness of his spilled drink from your chest, the sugary taste of the punch spreading on his tongue.

it's obscene, the things he wants to do to you. what's worse is that you look like you'd let him do anything to do you, melting under the attention of his hands and mouth.

the boy feels you tug at his hair, pulling him face back up so your lips can meet his in a bruising kiss. his brain almost goes into overdrive when you suck on his bottom lip, and he groans into your mouth.

hot and bothered, your hands slide across his firm shoulders, trailing down his chest and abdomen wickedly slow. your fingers tease the hem of his tshirt, twisting and tugging it as you lips move against his roughly.

the first touch of your fingers against his bare skin almost makes taesan dissolve into air. your skin is electrifying against his, leaving a burning path as it travels up his torso. you appreciate his toned form with your hands and the small noises coming from your mouth.

it feels like you've been making out for hours. taesan is honestly surprised that neither of you have run out of breath. you don't seem like anywhere near ready to let go of the boy, palms grasping for any of his skin that you can reach. slowly but steadily, your hands drift lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of taesan's jeans.

he pulls away hesistantly, watching a string of saliva stretch between the two of you. his eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he sees you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes starry and glazed over.

"let's get out of here." you say it before he can, one hand still grasping his jeans.

"my place." taesan says pointedly.

taesan helps you off the counter and helps you smooth down your hair. you intertwine your fingers with his as he twists open the doorknob. the two of you are out of the apartment before either of you can bid your friends goodbye. you'll just have to text them in the morning.

right now, the only thing on both of your minds is getting back to taesan's apartment. everything else is going to have to wait.

...

for the second time, the two of you found yourselves in the same damn elevator together. the irony wasn't lost on either of you, and taesan smirked as he pulled you into his chest the moment the doors closed.

"seems like we have some unfinished business in here huh?" he mumbled before laying his lips back on yours. they were cold from being outside, but his tongue was warm as it pushed back into your mouth. he was leaning lazily against the wall, arms wrapped around your waist as he held you against him.

you whimpered as his hands ghosted over your ass, not quite applying the pressure you were aching for. the ding of the elevator sounded far away; he pulled away slowly, gesturing behind you at the open doors. you didn't hesitate to step towards the hall, closer to your destination.

taesan kept one of your hands tight in his hold as he fumbled with his keys. he sighed in relief as he finally pushed the door open, pulling you in with him. in a moment's time your mouth was back on his, the two of you kicking off your shoes as taesan led the two of backwards to his room. your skin was hot everywhere he touched you, and you moaned in anticipation as he pushed you backwards onto his bed.

the sight of you sitting on his bed and looking up at him with doe eyes, was something straight out of taesan's dreams. your chest rose and fell erratically and your eyes were round and glassed over. his eyes fixated on your red, swollen lips, glossy from yours and taesan's saliva.

"you're so beautiful." taesan breathed out as he tilted your chin up, cupping your jaw and leaning down to catch your plump lips with his. you didn't miss a beat, hands catching the front of his shirt. taesan laid you down, not breaking your kiss for a second.

your back pressed into the soft mattress, and you groaned at the feeling of taesan's firm chest pressed against yours. his hands landed at your hips, rubbing slow circles as they slid under your shirt gingerly. his fingers were cold, making your abdomen tense as they grazed over your soft skin.

it was hot and filthy, the way he licked into your mouth with fervor. your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as his tongue slid against yours roughly. you felt like hot lava, overheating faster and faster by the second.

your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, fingers greedily tugging at the ends of his shirt. taesan got the message immediately, breaking away from you slowly. standing on his knees, he pulled his shirt over his head. propping yourself up on your elbows, you admired the sight of his in front of you. his hair was slightly ruffled by the shirt and his lips were puffy and shiny.

you couldn't help the way your gaze drifted south. taesan's arousal was undeniable, bulge heavy in his pants. you licked your lips at the sight, eliciting a groan from the boy in front of you. heat pooled low in your belly at the noise, and you felt the impatience within you grow.

you reached out and curled a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. taesan held himself up with his arms, tilting his face down to dip his tongue into your mouth. you let your hand roam downwards, fingers grazing over the tent in the boy's pants menacingly.

"please, tae, need you." you mumbled against his lips, pressure from your palm increasing with each pleading syllable that rolled off your tongue. taesan hummed in response, and before you knew it he was pushing your hand away and lowering his bottom half so his hips were flush against yours, bulge pushing against your clothed heat.

you moaned loudly at the pressure, and taesan only rolled his hips more, satisfied with the way you were writhing underneath him. his hands dug into your hips, holding you down whenever you tried to buck your hips up to match his pace. the way he so easily overpowered you only furthered your arousal, and you felt it in your tensed abdomen as his dick pressed against you again.

taesan's hot mouth moved down your jaw and neck, licking a stripe near your collarbone. he bit and nipped at your skin, and you could already feel the bruises blooming on your sensitive skin.

his hands cupped your boobs over your shirt, the pressure making your arch your back into him. he was addicted to the way your body moved and responded to him. it seemed almost unconscious, the way you were attuned to every graze of his skin against yours.

pulling back slightly, you watched with a hooded gaze as taesan's eyes dragged over your body. you looked like an angel, hair fanned out on the comforter, neck already blooming purple, lips red and shiny, and the straps of your cami falling off your shoulders. taesan finally had you all to himself and he wanted to savor every moment you were pressed against him.

your breathing was erratic as his hand slid under your shirt, fingertips leaving a blazing trail on the skin of your stomach. he rubbed the hem of your cami in between his fingertips, looking you in the eyes as he did.

"can i take this off?" he asked in a low voice that almost made your legs shake. you nodded hurriedly, sitting up so he could pull it over your head.

you unbuttoned your shorts as well, placing his hands on your waistband so he'd slide them off for you. he did, without hesitation, deliberately dragging his fingertips down the skin of your thighs as he pulled the clothing off. he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the sight of you in just your bra and panties, and you could've sworn that you watched his dick twitch.

taesan wanted to know all of you, inside and out. he watched as you curled into a ball, shy under his heavy gaze. he unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off his legs before placing his hands on your knees, pushing them down so he could crawl over you.

you laid back, head against his pillow as taesan hovered over you, hands on their side of your head. he dropped his hips so his clothed dick brushed against you, reveling in the way your eyes shut as you drowned in the pleasure and anticipation. a finger was dragged down the center of your chest, tracing the line where your bra pressed your breasts against each other.

taesan tilted himself down to press hot, open-mouthed, kisses along the edge of your bra, lips teasing your skin torturously. your back arched as you grabbed his hand, placing it on the clasp of your bra.

"don't they usually unclip in the back?" taesan mumbled curiously, voice low as his eyes met yours. you smiled wickedly, and he instantly knew that you planned this.

"not all of them." you said lightly, shrugging slightly and feigning a fake innocence that made taesan's eyes darken. within moments the garment was snapped open and tugged off your body, and taesan's rough fingertips were kneading into the plush skin of your chest.

his gaze laid heavily on you, its weight pushing down and making you forget how to breathe. you decided you couldn't keep looking at him, your eyes screwing shut and head pressing back into his pillow as hot lips sucked and licked at your skin, trailing down your chest and abdomen. your head was spinning and a slight sound of disapproval cut through the noise, cold fingers tapping the side of your head.

"look at me, y/n" you huffed, opening your eyes and propping yourself on your elbows to make pointed eye contact with him. taesan's face was hovering over your stomach, fingers rubbing circles into the side of your hips. the smile on his face sent chills down your neck and a warm gush between your legs.

"there you go. keep watching me, ok?" your stubborn gaze softened in seconds and you weakly nodded, watching him lower his mouth to tongue at the soft skin of your thighs. your ears were ringing, the rush of blood drowning out the good girl he was mumbling into your skin.

your senses felt heightened, all of your nerves lighting up at the sensation of taesan's hot, rough tongue licking and teasing your inner thighs. he was in no rush it seemed, decorating the skin with purple bruises and wet saliva. he ran his hands up and down your sides, letting the tips of his fingers catch the fabric of your underwear.

he was teasing you mercilessly, the anticipation nearly eating you alive.

"taesan, please." you whined as you felt him run a finger over your clothed slit. your underwear stuck to you painfully, the fabric soaked with your arousal. he made eye contact with you as he wet his middle finger with his mouth before pulling your panties to the side.

the wet finger pushed into your gushing entrance, slowly making room for itself within you. you sucked in a shaky breath when he fully sheathed his finger within you.

"you're so wet, y/n." he groaned. before you could even think of responding, he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, pulling a loud moan from you.

his lips wrapped around your clit gingerly as he added another finger. it was like his hands and mouth were made for you, fingers crooking just right and hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your surroundings slowly disappeared as you drowned in the feeling of taesan on you, in you. you felt electric, sparks flying through your body with every swipe of his tongue and every flick of his wrist. you planted your feet against the bed and your hips weakly jerked upwards to meet the thrusts of his fingers into you.

you couldn't even understand the sounds you were making, broken moans and cries spilling out of you. taesan chuckled against you, mouth still hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"stop squirming." his voice only made you wetter, and another moan tore from your throat as you fisted taesan's sheets.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" taesan's thumb rubbed circles into your clit, replacing his lips, and he continued pumping his fingers into you mercilessly. you felt him all around you, drowning in his touch, his voice. the words falling off his tongue dripped with venom, and it only fanned the flames in your lower half.

"always teasing and playing with me. i didn't know what you wanted from me then, but i get it now." taesan mumbled against your hips, where he dragging his lips and teeth on your soft skin, leaving even more marks. you couldn't even answer him, jolts of pleasure making your thoughts go haywire. he smiled against your skin, enjoying the fucked out look on your face.

"you're usually so mouthy, what happened, y/n?" taesan watched you writhe underneath him, tears welling in your shut eyes. the sight of you falling apart had him painfully hard, dick straining in his boxers helplessly.

"f-fuck, tae." you cried out as he hit that spot inside you again, heat pooling in your stomach and threatening to spill out of you. "gonna cu- fuck!"

"go ahead, i got you." taesan didn't let up, fingers pounding into you. the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet noises of your arousal. with one more snap of his wrist, the coil in your stomach snapped, and your entire body shook as you came. you could feel your walls fluttering uncontrollably around taesan's fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm.

your back slumped as you came down from your high, barely registering the feeling of taesan's fingers lazily stroking in and out of you until the twinges of overstimulation started to settle in. you pushed his hands away from you with a whine, opening your eyes slowly. as your surroundings came back to you, you were greeted with the sight of taesan leaning over you, licking your juices off his fingers.

your voice was soft and delicate as you cursed at the sight, legs wrapping around his waist so you could pull him into a bruising kiss. his wet hand gripped your sides hard enough to leave bruises as you sucked on his tongue gingerly.

his hardened length grinded against you as he licked into your mouth, and the fabric of his boxers rubbing against your clit made you hiss in pleasure. you let your splayed hand on his chest drag downwards, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear. taesan sighed into your mouth as it slipped underneath, your hand wrapping around his dick.

it was heavy in your hand, and you could feel the way the tip bulged in comparison to the rest of his length. you squeezed him experimentally, smiling in satisfaction at the pretty noises he was making and the way he was biting your lip helplessly.

your grip was hot and tight around him and you smeared the precum leaking from the tip along his length, making your fist glide smoother along the veiny skin.

"you feel so ... mmmh fuck so good" taesan's face was pressed into your neck, soft pants filling your ears deliciously. you jerked him slow, forcing him to savor the drag of your soft fingers on his dick. your hands were so much softer than his, and they felt like heaven wrapped around him. his hips rutted against your hand as he fucked your fist, and the room filled with sounds of skin sliding against each other and soft moans.

taesan could feel the knot in his stomach ready to burst and, with the most willpower he's even had, he grabbed your wrist and tugged your hand out of his boxers.

"i don't wanna cum from your hand." he said breathlessly, slipping his boxers off. you giggled as he reached over you to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, fishing out a condom. you kicked off your ruined underwear, tossing them somewhere on taesan's bedroom floor.

"it'd be a nice ego boost for me." you teased, running a finger up his length as he ripped open the foil package. he rolled his eyes, smacking your wrist away as he slid the rubber on himself.

"i think that's the last thing you need, actually." his voice was low and breathy as he spoke, hands running up your torso and gripping your face. he pushed his lips against yours, tongue dipping between your lips. you pulled him closer by his shoulders, skin burning in anticipation as you felt his length rest against your stomach.

you were aching to feel him inside you, walls pulsing around nothing. you wanted him so bad it hurt, nails digging into his soft skin.

"please, just put it in." you barely got the words out in between kisses. you could feel taesan smile against you. he debated ignoring your pleas, swallowing your whimpers in between his lips and making you beg a bit longer. but taesan was feeling a bit impatient, not to mention painfully hard, today as well; he'd save the begging for another night.

he broke your kiss, letting his lips hover over yours. your breaths mingled together as his heavy gaze met yours. looking down between you, he wrapped a hand around his length, sliding the tip between your folds. the sounds were obscene, your wetness coating his tip generously.

you whined again, trying to tilt your hips upward to slip part of him inside you. your efforts were fruitless, taesan's wrist moved from his length to hold your hips down as he tutted in disapproval. when you finally stopped squirming, he moved his hips forward, pushing the tip into you slowly.

"ngh -- fuck." you moaned as he sank into you slowly. even after taking his fingers, you still felt a stretch as your body made room for him inside you. the burn was delicious, and your hands reached for him, any part of him. one of taesan's hands moved from your hip to hold your empty hand, fingers intertwining as he finally bottomed out.

"are you okay?" it was only after he asked the question that you realized you were panting, breaths short and fast.

"mmm uhm -- yea i'm just, shit, so full." taesan's eyes darkened as he took in your words, pride swelling at the way his dick took the words out of your brain. he pressed his lips to yours, coaxing your body to adjust to the newfound fullness.

you felt like you were falling, and his touch was the only thing keeping you from disintegrating into thin air. you unconsciously clenched around him, and he gasped into your mouth.

"you're so -- shit so tight." he mumbled into your neck before licking a stripe up to your jaw. "can i move?"

you nodded, grinding your hips upwards slightly. taesan's first thrusts were slow, letting the two of your savor the drag of his veiny skin against your warm walls. with each thrust, the slight discomfort of his intrusion faded, and warm pleasure pooled in your abdomen, making you whine and grasp his shoulder.

"ngh faster, please." your words were broken, and taesan reveled in the effect he had on you. he angled his hips upward and began moving in and out of you faster, tip brushing your g-spot with every thrust.

the room filled with wet squelching noises as he fucked into you, his skin slapping against yours obscenely. the sight of his face above you was everything, bangs sweaty as they clung to his forehead and eyes scrunched in concentration as he tried to keep a steady rhythm. the bed creaked loudly, and you were sure any of his neighbors could definitely hear.

nothing mattered to you though, nothing but the sweet sensation of him filling you up, dick sliding inside you and making your eyes roll back.

a rough hand landed on your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles against the soft bud with vigor. the sensation was almost too much, and you nearly screamed when he somehow angled his hips even higher. every stroke inside sent jolts of pleasure down your limbs; your skin felt electric.

"so-o good, tae." your words were punched out, brain foggy as taesan fucked all coherent thoughts out of you. he groaned and bit down on your shoulder as you lifted your hips to meet his movements.

"you're too good to me, baby." he cooed at you, voice all too pleasant compared to the way he was pounding into you. "so warm inside. all for me."

his sweet words only made you hurtle even faster towards you climax. you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began. you looked between your bodies to see where the two of you connected, letting out a broken whine at the sight of his length sliding in and out of you.

his hand left your clit and slid low on your abdomen, pressing in slightly. the pressure sent waves of warm pleasure through you.

"i can see myself. right here." you looked down to see where his hand was. it rested on a small bulge in your stomach, one that moved with his thrusts into you. taesan ran his thumb over it and you let out a weak sob at the sight, burying your face into his neck.

"fuck ..." you sighed as his dick carved into you. taesan grabbed your hair, pulling your face out of the crook in his shoulder.

"fuck, y/n, say you're mine." he groaned, eyes piercing into you. his hand hovered over your clit again, fingers ghosting over the sensitive nub as he spoke again. "say it."

"i'm shit-- i'm yours, taesan. only yours." you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you held onto him. he fucked deep into you, long fingers rubbing into your clit vigorously.

you didn't even tell him when your orgasm hit you, capturing his lips with yours instead. it washed over you like a tidal wave, soaking your whole body in hot bliss. taesan groaned as your walls squeezed him, mumbling an i'm cumming against your lips softly.

even through the condom, you could feel his release, the feeling of the hot liquid making you moan loudly. taesan fucked you through both of your highs, stroking in and out of you as you came back down to earth.

he pressed his forehead to yours when he broke your kiss, warm breath fanning on your cheeks. his movements slowed to a stop as his body slumped on top of you, dick softening inside of you as he pressed his face into your neck.

"you're gonna crush me, tae." you wheezed out, chest squeezing underneath him. your hands balled into fists as they flailed against his back, and you were laughing. taesan chuckled, pushing himself up by his arms to pull himself out of you. he rolled off the bed, tossing the condom. he disappeared into his closet, walking out in a pair of fresh boxers. you smiled shyly as he handed you a big tshirt and a pair of his boxers for you to sleep in, slipping them on before sliding back onto the bed.

you turned onto your side to face him when he crawled back to join you and pulled a blanket over the two of you, your hand coming up to run though his hair. his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, rubbing against your hand like a cat.

"what are you thinking about?" his voice was low and smooth as he opened his eyes to look at you, making your cheeks burn.

"you." you whispered. a hand wrapped around your arm and he pulled you into his chest, his other hand cupping the back of your head. you tilted your head up so you could kiss him, slow and soft. your legs tangled with his as you tilted your face to brush your tongue against his lightly.

"hmm ... good answer." he smiled against your mouth, planting another kiss on your cheek. you closed your eyes as he squeezed you against him, peppering kisses across your face. you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let his warm body encase you, falling asleep to the feeling on his face nuzzling into your hair.

...

two weeks had passed since the fateful party, and taesan was now your boyfriend. both of you were sitting with your friend group at lunch, laughing over some dumb argument between myungjae and sohee.

"y/n, you agree with me, right?" jaehyun looked at you pleadingly at you as you shook your head, laughing. you were eating some fries with taesan's arm draped around your shoulder, periodically feeding him some.

"you're crazy, jae." his offended look only egged your laughed on further, your shoulders shaking slightly.

"and to think i helped you plot on my friend. i never would've expected you of all people to betray me." he gasped dramatically, falling into his seat with a pout. your jaw dropped as he sat down, cheeks reddening as you reached over to smack him on the back of the head. you heard a chuckle from your boyfriend, making your cheeks blush furiously.

"wow, i can't believe i was all stressed worrying that you hated me while you were preying on me." taesan laughed as he pulled you away before you properly jumped on jaehyun.

"it wasn't like tha-" he cut you off with a swift kiss, lips swallowing your rebuttal.

a chorus of gross! and ew's and not again's could be heard across the table, and suddenly everyone was chastising myungjae for provoking the two of you.

"now i have to bleach my eyes, jesus." giselle mumbled.

[bunyujin]

finally telling hyunjin what you want

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 현진 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre smut ⸝⸝ content warning. shy!reader. unprotected sex. word count. 0.6k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ im gonna start doing longer fics i promise, these are just so much easier and i get more requests done .

you were always good at getting what you wanted from hyunjin without saying much — and it wasn’t like you couldn’t say anything; no , he wasn’t like that , he always made you feel like you had a say. it was just that you weren’t good at fully expressing yourself , but it seem like it didn’t matter with hyunjin because he knew when you needed something.

except now it seems like all his good sense was gone , because you had been expressing your need for him throughout the entire day but he just wasn’t getting it — you didn’t say much but the hints were dropping should’ve told him.

wearing his favorite outfit only got you a kiss on the cheek and a pat to the butt. sitting on his lap while he was watching tv was also a fail , he just wrapped his arms around you wanting to cuddle while finishing the film.

you even hinted at showering with him and he didn’t even pick up on that and he loves shower sex. you were so horny and he was acting so clueless , you didn’t know how long it was before you just … snapped. “hey muse.” he said seeing you walk into his art room. “hyune.” you wrapped your arms around his neck , watching him paint. “im just finishing up a painting , you hungry?” you smiled because he knew you so well. “we’ll order something in a minute.”

“that’s not it.” you said , he stopped , putting the paint brush down. “are you not feeling well?” he asked , you chewed on your bottom lip , the need for him intensifying. “what’s wrong?” he asked , now facing you , giving you a full look at him , which didn’t help at all. “baby look at me.” he grabbed your cheeks. “what’s wrong?”

“i need you.” you blurted out. “you need me?” he said , you squeezed his hand. “please.” it seems like the please finally made him realize. “oh you need me.” he smirked. “well how so?” he asked , tilting his head to the side. “um …” you stammered , his gaze making the ache in between your legs worse. “don’t worry princess , i know exactly what you need.” he stood up , holding your head. “come on , let’s go to the bedroom.”

“is this what you wanted?” he had your legs pressed against you in a mean mating press; his cock stuffed inside you. “ye-yes , please.” you cried out as he plowed into you softly. “it feels so good.” you moaned , he cooed down at you. “does it?” he smiled. “you like my cock stretching you out like this?” you nodded. “ye-yeah.”

his cock filling you up, kissing your cervix over and over and he held open your legs , using his thumb to trace circles on your clit. “hyune please.” you begged , you don’t know for what , but you wanted more — no you needed more. “come on, use your words like you did before.” he slowed down his movements so you could feel all of him. “what do you need from me muse?”

“m-more , hyune.” you moaned out. “i need more.” he smiled , feeling your warm cunt fluttering around him , sucking him like a vice. “fuck , good girl.” he hissed , speeding up. “using your words , what happened to the shy girl who could barely look at me?” he hit that spot inside you that had you screaming out loudly. “so fucked out pretty , so so pretty; you gonna cum?” you nodded. “go ahead and cum.” with his permission you were cumming. “fuck im cumming.” he let out a huff , then a groan; filling you up with his seed. “hyune.”

he kissed your cheek softly. “so cute baby.” you covered your face shyly. “stop it.” he giggled. “no don’t hide your pretty face , let me see.” he grabbed both your hands , pulling them away. “good girl.”

“now let me eat your pretty pussy for being such a good girl for me.”

©️LUVYENI

[bunyujin]

this is so late i’m so sorry 😭 but do you have any thoughts on gym crush sungho 👀 like maybe reader admiring him from afar but being way too shy and intimidated to approach him and they think they’re being soooo sneaky about it.. (but they definitely are not..) 🐶

it’s ok don’t worry love! also gym crush sungho… 😵‍💫 i don’t go to the gym (yet!) but if he did then i also would (funny because i fumbled a cute gym guy by telling him i wont go to the gym when he does cause ill be flustered but anyways…)

gym crush sungho is so hot to think about. i think he’d definitely be oblivious at first, just focusing on his workout instead of his surroundings, until a friend of his tags along and tells him that there’s a pretty girl staring hard at him. he’d know everyone who goes to the gym at the same time as him but never expected someone to show interest in him. he would’ve thought you’re pretty and such when he did get glimpses at you mid-workout before though!

and now that he knows, courtesy to his friend, he would take advantage of it. i can see him wearing tighter clothes to show off his body while he works out, even pulling it up to wipe his sweat to reveal his abs. he’d purposefully do his sets closer to you so you could get a really good look at him. he’d even time his breaks to be at similar times to yours so he could potentially be at the water station at the same time as you. and he’s an extrovert so i can see him striking up an expected conversation with you, asking if you need a spot or such because he does want to get closer to you.

and when you let him, this is where confident perv sungho comes in! he’d “accidentally” touch your boobs while helping you one too many times, and when all you can do is blush instead of telling him off, he gets bolder and even praises encourages you to keep going. but apart from that, he’s just such a nice trainer that you ask if he can officially train you (to get more alone time). and well, he accepts <3

[bunyujin]

thoughts on taesan being an absolute perv at the start of your relationship. he knows you’re his gf and all but is still a little bit shy to initiate anything sexual. but then one day when he’s over at your place he watches you change, as you plan to go out for dinner. a wave of confidence takes over him and he barges into your room when you’re in just your underwear. he then ends up fucking you into oblivion as he controls you, making you see whole new side of taesan which you end up loving

sorry for the long request 😭

ahhh omg don’t apologize! this is really good 😵‍💫

perv taesan in a relationship would be so adorable to see actually. the way he’d have to control himself around you by not letting his thoughts go straight to his dick, by having to use the restroom a couple times every time you both hang out because he failed at doing that and just HAS to blow a load, by acting all innocent when you ask him why he was in there for so long every time. don’t get him wrong though! he wants to have a sexual life with you, but he loves the romantic side just as much. it just gets hard when you’ve gotten so comfortable around him that you’re not wearing bras at home, your perky nipples looking so suckable, while your shorts were just… too short. he’d thought so many times about how he could just bend you over and fuck right into what he knows is a pretty pussy, but he still have some dignity! i imagine the two of you do start talking about having sex and what it entails. he’d have to hold back from saying the most insane things he wants to do to you, not sure if you’d be comfortable with that or not. you both would also start sexting, him being a bit shy about sending nudes yet asking you to send just pics of your boobs. and he could cum to that all night long. and when you both finally do it, he’s just so… held back and restrained. it was good, and you told him it was good, but he needed more and couldn’t do anything unless you really provoked him.

and that’s exactly what would happen when you wear the exact mini dress he bought for you for valentine’s to a party outside. and he just snaps like never before <3 he’d push you down on the body while moving your panties to the side, taking out his already hard dick to just slam right into you. it hurts so much because there was no foreplay like he usually does, but the internal pain gets replaced by external pain as one hand pulls on your hair while the other spanks you. it feels so overwhelming with just the actions, but then he’d start degrading you, telling you how much of a pathetic slut you are to wear such a vulgar dress outside of this house. he bought it for you but that doesn’t mean you can just wear it wherever. he’s possessive like that, ruining your makeup in the process as he twists your body around with his cock still in you to smudge your lipstick. you’d be crying so much and he’d feel a pang to his chest, slowing down and asking if he’s hurting you, but when you kiss him instead of answering, he just goes ballistic because now he knows that his perverted thoughts can finally be unleashed <3

[bunyujin]

your new theme is so cutie babes!! How’ve you been?

I’ve been thinking so much recently about riwoo and his hands 😩😩😩 Like his fingers are so long and slender and those rings that he wears I’m drooling 🤤

But what are your thoughts on riwoo using his fingers on you after you’ve had a long day at work??

ohh hi thank u!! i’m glad u like it hehe🤭 and ive been doing okay, i hope that you’re doing well!

that’s so real of u because his fingers are soooo😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 /pos ur so right!!! and hmmmngngg… rings… 🤤 /pos

hnngggg i love the idea of riwoo as a pleasure dom n in my mind he would loveeeee to make u feel good he would literally get off on ur moans and your pleasure.. if u came home n u were visibly fatigued or expressed that u had a stressful day, he’d lay you down on the couch in front of you, spooning u from behind as you both lay beside each other.. lifting one thigh over his.. if you see the vision? i dunno but listen /lh

maybe he’d put on a show in the bg if you wanted and start by gently rubbing his fingers over your pussy through your panties… once it becomes almost excruciatingly teasing and not simply a pleasant buzz anymore, he would hook a finger under the seam of ur underwear and slip it inside you… he’d work u open so slowly one finger at a time, he’d love the way u’d start to squirm and whimper as he adds another one, whining a little when he adds a third, hnnnggg maybe you’d be clenching so hard he can barely fit his pinky in, he’d be whispering to you ‘oh, you’re so tight, baby, can you loosen up… for me?’ idek anymore just😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 /pos i could also see him wanting to make u cum multiple times,, over n over until all the stress of your day has completely melted away….

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THERE SHE GOES . . . 한태산 !

PAIRING. taesan x crocheter! gn reader GENRE. fluff, uni au, strangers to ??? WARNINGS. both are in uni but no scenes about school itself lol WC. 1.4k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. lichrally dunno what this is, i just word vomited 😭 i was actually gonna make another acc bc i got kinda shy to post here again but im too lazy to do that so here we are, ig im a onedoor now too 😆 𓂋˚˖ NOW PLAYING. there she goes by the la’s

THE FIRST TIME TAESAN SEES YOU, you were casually walking into the train car along with the rest of the morning rush. One of your hands was clutched onto your bag while the other was inside the pocket of your black puffer jacket.

He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. It was too early in the morning, and the music playing in his ears drowned all his thoughts out while on the way to his first class.

But upon seeing you, he was immediately awakened from his morning daze and stood up from his seat. Watching you switch places with him to stand beside your seated figure, he thinks he saw you say thank you, but he’s not sure.

Not thinking much of his gesture of giving up his seat, he looked out toward the city passing by outside. That was until the train entered another tunnel, and he was forced to look at something else; you, in his peripheral vision, had suddenly brought out a crochet needle and some yarn.

He was pleasantly surprised. People were usually on their phones while on the train, while here you were, your hands half buried in your jacket as they worked on some yarn as if you were in your own little world.

He wasn’t actually sure if you were crocheting or knitting or what. He had only overheard from the other students in his classes about how they crocheted in their free time, but he had never actually seen anyone do it.

He tilted his head once in a while to watch you, trying his best not to act like a creep. Not that you would notice anyway. He did this until he had to step off at his stop first.

The second time Taesan sees you, it was a Saturday. He unfortunately had a class in the morning, and he was on the way home after having lunch with his friends and spending some time in the library.

You were already seated on the train, hands busy once again. It wasn’t rush hour, so Taesan took a seat across from you.

You seemed to be counting something, perhaps the stitches, based on the way your mouth was moving. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking closer at your project, before pulling at the string of yarn exasperatedly. He was curious about what just happened, smiling at your frustration.

He caught himself glancing at you from time to time again. And this time, you almost caught him looking at you.

He saw you again a few times after that, to the point that he’s learned where to sit or stand so that he can see your reflection in the window to avoid being caught looking at you directly. He’s even learned what days of the week you usually share train rides.

At first, it was a little freaky how the two of you managed to be on the same train at the same time a few times a week, let alone the same car. But after a while, he started looking for you, wondering where you had gone on days when he’d usually seen you.

Months had gone by like that, Taesan watching you work on what seemed like different projects from a distance.

However, this time it was a little different. There were no other available seats except the one right beside you. There was still some space on the metal bars to hold on to, but something told him to take that seat (perhaps it’s the voices in his head aka Leehan urging him to do something about his little train crush; Taesan always denies it by saying it’s not a crush).

This time, it was difficult to see your face, so he could only look at your hands. He tried so hard to be subtle, but he supposes he wasn’t subtle enough because you suddenly put your needle and yarn down on your lap and took something out from your bag.

“Hey, I uh… made something for you,”

You were now looking at his wide eyes, a rush of different emotions suddenly coursing through him. Ashamed because you noticed him watching; touched because you made something for a stranger like him; and shy because you were talking to a guy like him.

He finally looked at your open hand that delicately held a stuffed black cat keychain.

“Is this a cat?”

“Yeah, that’s you,” you said as you smiled tightly. You acknowledge that he was a good-looking guy, but there was still something about him that intimidated you a little. “Um, I’m sorry if that offends you. I made it based on the vibe you gave off, but I don’t mean to stereotype based on the clothes you wear. Not that I made you a black cat because you always wear black, but the dark hair covering your eyes a little also kinda—,” you rambled, stopping when you see the look on his face and realizing you might have said too much.

Taesan chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. May I ask why…?”

“Um… no reason,” you shrugged with another tight smile, trying to mask the blatant lie you just told him.

“Well, I’m honored. This is really cute,” Taesan smiled, looking at you then at anything but you.

You finally smiled with a more relaxed expression, lips pursing to keep yourself from smiling too widely.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you after already making it, plus you sat here today,”

The truth is, you also noticed him that first time. You noticed his repeated presence the same way he did. When he was looking outside, you looked around the train car only for your gaze to land on him. You actually lied when you said you made a keychain for him. It’s actually a gift meant for one of your friends, but you decided at the last minute to use it to shoot your shot—you could always make another one. If he realized that you were also watching him from what you just said, then he was nice enough to not bring it up.

“This is crochet, right?” Taesan asked as he looked around his bag for a place to hang the keychain.

“Yup! I like to do arts and crafts as a pastime, and crocheting is the most… mindless one for me—for lack of a better word,” you both chuckled. “But it also keeps me from falling asleep when I commute alone. That’s why I mostly do it on the train,”

Taesan nods, his mind still processing what was happening.

“You go to Hybe U, right? Saw your ID,”

You looked down at your lanyard and held it. “Oh yeah. You?”

“I go to KOZ,” Your eyes light up in recognition as it’s the college not far from yours.

“We should—“ “If it’s—“ you both say at the same time.

Chuckling, Taesan gestures for you to go first.

“We should hang out some time… is what I was gonna say,” you smiled, looking at the boy beside you.

“Yeah, I’d like that. And I was gonna say that if it’s any help, I could wake you up at your stop,”

You frowned in confusion. “But you get off first,”

“It’s okay. I have time before class,” Taesan smiled shyly, unsure what to do with himself after making such an offer.

You looked away, realizing the boy wasn’t as intimidating as you thought.

“Well, I’ll hold you to that.”

BONUS:

True enough, by midterms season, you spent most of your train rides asleep on Taesan’s shoulder. You started falling asleep in the middle of crocheting more often to the point that you stopped carrying your projects altogether and opted to indulge in Taesan’s insistence.

The both of you were on the way home when he was reminiscing about his conversation with his friends earlier that day.

“Look at you. Who would’ve thought you out of all people would carry so many keychains on their bag?” Leehan commented after the boy in question mentioned how that first black cat keychain was apparently not even meant for him. You told him after a while that you gave it to him in the spur of the moment as an excuse to talk to him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny seeing you in your band shirts then you turn around and suddenly there’s a bunch of colorful animals and characters. Personally, I really like the Sanrio ones,” Sungho said teasingly. “Plus the way I just know it’s you when you enter a room because your bag is so noisy,”

“It’s not funny, Y/N made them! The plastic ones they also got for me,” Taesan blurted in faux offense, smiling and internally agreeing with the older boy.

“Yeah no, it’s cute actually,” Sungho said before bursting into laughter.

“Then ask Y/N for one. Actually no, don’t do that,” his friends chuckled at him.

“Then make one for me,”

“You know, I’ve already asked them to teach me. But I sucked so bad, and Y/N fell asleep while waiting for me.” Taesan chuckled while recalling the first time you hung out at the library.

“Man, he’s got it pretty bad.”

© woobly, 2025. all rights reserved.

[bunyujin]

yep, the rules page works now😊

ok so i just had the thought of being in like a stage of the relationship with jaehyun where you haven't been intimate yet(like making out sure but nothing more) and maybe you have your first sleepover. jaehyun doesn't want to pressure you into doing anything but his thoughts are running wild.

he can control himself quite well but when it is time to actually sleep he really struggles to because you are laying next to him. you in your skimpy pyjamas. you sleeping peacefully unaware of the mental battle he's currently fighting against his dirty thoughts.

through sheer willpower he manages to fall asleep but stirs awake because of a wet dream about you. before he even knows what he's doing still half asleep he's rutting his hips into you.

his eyes go wide because he doesn't want you to wake up and notice his raging boner but it just feels too good so he continues humping your leg praying that you won't wake up. it feels so good but he also feels so guilty that at some point tears start pouring down his face. he feels so horrible for doing something so dirty but he can't bring himself to stop. he's just trying(and miserably failing) to keep his whines and whimpers quiet. unbeknownst to him you already woke up when he started humping your leg like a puppy in heat and are getting turned on by his desperate little sounds. you don't want to stop him because he sounds so so close and so so hot.

when he finally cums in his pants he lets out a quiet sob "i'm sorry" and wants to get up to get changed but before he can do it you press your body closer to his. softly you moan his name while grinding your hips onto his. jaehyun is in absolute shock, because he was so lost in his own pleasure he didn't realize you were awake, much less enjoying this, while you straddle him, leaning closer to whisper into his ear "thought i wouldn't hear you, did you?" your words are accompanied by teasingly slow ruts of your hips down, jaehyun already being hard again. "you sounded so pretty, so desperate humping my leg, my pretty puppy" jaehyun now is rutting his own his hips upwards involuntarily. "why don't you show me how desperate my little puppy really is?"

it's going to be a long night for you and jaehyun. his dream from earlier certainly can't compare.

💙

he'd be in such a dizzy mindstate and his head is so foggy. he's not woken up enough at all, all he'd know is his body is hot and there's a throbbing in his pants. he'd recall his dream, remembering all that happened and it would only make the feeling between his legs hurting even more. his problem solving skills would kick him and he'd instantly try to take care of it <3. you were already laying super close to him, he was cuddling you previously so he'd instantly rut against the nearest thing which was you!! he'd let himself get lost in the feeling, it would take him a bit to even realize all the noises he was making. he'd even lift his shirt a little, trying to get his body to stop burning.. he'd look so pathetic like this. gosh this thought is so good..

it's making me think of how he would absolutely lose it if you let him use u to get himself off. if you laid on your back and spread your legs, leaving your pants or underwear on so he could rut against the fabric of his clothes ughhh. he'd be fully naked, exposed to you as he desperately ruts against you. he'd hold onto your legs, squeezing at your skin as he pants and whines desperately 😖

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jaehyun and his shy gf who has such thick plush thighs, shes a little bit insecure so when he brought up face sitting for the first time she didn't know what to say! eventually he convinces her and he never wants to stop, he loves the feeling of her on his face as he grips her thighs so hard 🤭 (this might be me self indulging bcz I have thick thighs...)

geeked about this ask.. jaehyun loves the plush parts of your body, he craves to feel your body on too of his face. he would make it very clear that he loves your thick thighs. he would always touch them, tracing shapes on them under the table.. when he eats you out he always makes sure to kiss your thighs, gripping them shortly after once he dives in. he'd ask you to sit on his face.. gosh he's so excited when he asks too. if he had a tail it would absolutely be going crazy. you'd be hesitant, suddenly getting shy/insecure about the idea of sitting on him. he'd see the way your expression switches, immediately letting you know that if you're not comfortable then he won't push you to do so but he would make himself very clear that you have nothing to worry about and that he loves you, every part of you. he would tell you how he thinks you're so perfectly made.. you'd be willing to give it a try.. he just has such a way of comforting you <3

when you sit on his face he would immediately moan under you. his hands would grip your thighs so quickly, digging his nails into them as he starts to move his tongue against you. he'd been waiting for this moment and opportunity and he's absolutely not going to waste it! he wants you to feel comfortable fully sitting on him, he wants your thighs to fully engulf him <3

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wet the bed | leehan

members: leehan x gender neutral reader

genre: smut

tags: fingering, oral, squirting, intercrural sex

summary: your boyfriend is obsessed with making you squirt.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: this is my first time writing any actual smut... i am so shy right now. please be patient with me and let me know if you liked this. <3

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Thinking about how Leehan would be so turned on by making you squirt... You would be so embarrassed at first because of how messy you are!!! But when Leehan shyly admits he's fucked his fist multiple times to the thought of you squirting on his fingers, face, or cock, you gain a little more confidence. 

Thus starts Leehan's obsession with making you squirt. You're lying naked on your shared bed, grasping at the sheets with one hand and biting your lip as whimpers escape you. Leehan's still fully clothed, but you can already see the impression of his cock through his sweats. Leehan's using his fingers, thrusting them deep inside your pussy and massaging your inner walls.

You clutch his wrist out of nerves. "A-ah, baby, slow down, I might-" But Leehan just smiles at you sweetly and keeps going, scissoring his long fingers inside you. Putting pressure on your pelvis with his other hand, he circles your clit with his thumb. "Leehan!”

Leehan leans down to give you a kiss. It's sloppy and messy, drool dripping down your chin, but if anything, it makes you even wetter. "You don't know how hard you make me," Leehan groans against your lips, but you can tell by the spot of precum where his tip presses insistently against his sweats. "I promise I’ll make you squirt, baby."

You already know he will. Leehan manages to hit a spot inside you that makes you squeal, and when he notices, he laughs. "Oh my god, Leehan!" You let out an even louder gasp as he slinks down the bed and sucks your clit into his mouth. Leehan hums around your clit, and you immediately tangle your fingers in his hair. You're stuck between overstimulation and wanting more, to be able to reach your peak as soon as you can.

But Leehan makes that decision for you as he firmly laves his tongue up and down your slit. He gently spreads your lips with two thumbs to reveal your hole, then fucks his tongue inside your pussy. "Fuck, Leehan!" 

Thrusting his tongue deeper, he moans at how wet you are and how divine you taste. "Baby, baby, ride my face, please." At this, you fist your fingers harder in his soft hair and grind your pussy against his tongue. You can feel tears escaping your eyes at how overwhelming this all this, but you can't stop; you're just so desperate to come. 

As Leehan moans into your pussy, you notice that he's moving his hips. When you stretch your neck to see what he's doing, you find that he's pushed his pants down to his thighs and is feverishly grinding his cock against the bed. Oh my fucking god. “Leehan, are you-”

“Ah, fuck, need you so bad,” Leehan begs lowly, “need you to come so bad.” He grips your hips and licks at you even harder. Your thighs unintentionally squeeze around his head at how his tongue feels sliding through your folds, but this encourages him even more as he brings his fingers back to your pussy, fucking his middle and ring fingers into your sloppy hole. 

You feel dizzy with pleasure, and you hear your heart beating in your ears. You can’t stop babbling and nonsense is coming out of your lips. When Leehan firmly circles your clit, you feel your core tense in anticipation. “Ah, ah, Leehan, baby, god, so good, I’m about to-”

Almost instantly, a rush of wetness gushes out of you. Noticing this, Leehan moans and increases his pace. The squelching noises his fingers make as they thrust into your pussy make your cheeks burn red, but you can’t stop to overthink about how embarrassing this all is when you’re coming so hard. Leehan cups your pussy with the hand he’s fingering you with, adding more pressure. More fluid squirts out of you, soaking the sheets and Leehan’s hand. “More, more, Leehan, please-”

“Ah, baby-” Leehan sits up, holding your thighs and spreading them apart. That’s when you notice he’s fully shucked off his pants. His hair is disheveled from your grip, eyes glassy, and you can’t imagine how equally ruined you yourself must look. His cock is stiff and thick, his tip flushed red with precome already dripping down it. He strokes his cock with one hand and looks at you imploringly. “Baby, can I-”

You nod your assent, but instead of burying his cock inside you like you thought he would, he grips his cock and quickly runs it up and down your slit. The firm pressure on your pussy makes you keen and spread your legs even wider. He circles your clit with his cock, and you feel another wave of ecstacy overcome you. “Oh god, oh god, Leehan, too much, too much-” 

“You’re almost there, baby,” Leehan urges. “I’ll make you squirt again.” He quickens his pace, and you feel utterly lightheaded at the way he teases at your pussy with his warm, hard cock. He bends over to give you a searing kiss, and you can’t help but sigh and melt into it—he tastes like your come, and it makes you whine against his mouth. 

You think you’re about to come again. “Leehan,” you plead, “I’m almost there.” Hearing this, Leehan adds more pressure, his tip catching at your hole, and you feel yourself squirt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The drag of Leehan’s tip against your folds drives you crazy, and more wetness spurts out of you. You feel like you’re coming endlessly, liquid rushing out of you as Leehan shifts and starts thrusting his hips, sensually grinding his cock against your folds. He’s staring straight at you, eyes glazed over with desire. Moans escape his lips as he bucks against you even harder. 

“Baby, baby, I’m-” Leehan wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck as he lets out a loud groan. You whimper as you feel spurts of his come on your pussy. Leehan keeps on coming and coming, but he doesn’t stop rolling his hips against you. Eventually, his thrusts come to a stop, and he sighs against your neck, sitting up once again. You? You’re beat. You can’t feel your legs, and you don’t think you can move at all. 

Looking up, you see your boyfriend staring at you lovingly as he catches his breath. His face and chest are red, and his cock is still—surprisingly—hard. You can’t help but let out a giggle. “Someone came a lot.”

“So did you,” Leehan teases back, “I made you squirt twice.” That’s when you notice the huge, very obvious spot of wetness beneath you on the sheets. 

“Oh god, that is embarrassing.” Face burning, you’re about to stand up to go to the bathroom (to the best of your ability) when you feel a hand on your wrist. 

“Where are you going?” Leehan’s eyes crinkle up into crescents. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”