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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 months ago

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Summer Nights;; KTH

Word Count;; 4.3k

Genre;; F2Ls, Smut

Pairing;; Taehyun x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

You’ve been head over heels in love with Taehyun for longer than you can remember. Kai, oh so helpful and kind, sets you up on a date! … with someone else. A total loser if you will, the kind of guy whose advances you can’t stand, a guy that isn’t Taehyun. But don’t worry! Kai also sent Taehyun to the bar so you can openly yearn for him and steal glances from across the room while wishing upon every star in the night’s sky for him to take your date’s place. Whether it’s a falling star or the planets aligned, it’s a lucky night for those willing to seize it.

Warnings;;

Friends to Lovers, fluff and humour, comedic elements, alcohol use, drunk reader (not during the smut scene), shy dorks in love, helpful yet snarky Hueningkai, misunderstandings in the style of a Hallmark movie Smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal (unprotected) sex and multiple orgasms, soft!possessive!Taehyun, brief marking and a hint of breeding

Request;;

"Ahhh I love this game! And season! Taehyun from TXT Prmpts : Possession / Ownership , Marking , Breeding" -- Anon

Notes;;

I went fucking feral with the smut scene, holy shit Not me forcing myself to write Kai instead of Hueningkai then zoning out only to wonder why Jongin is randomly in a TXT fic. I made the GIF!

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While you can’t deny you enjoyed the party you’re glad it’s coming to an end. Slobs and drunks beat you on the way to the kitchen for one last drink and you wonder, as you stand dumbfounded in the hallway, if you’re one of the drunks. You don’t think you’re one, and you don’t feel drunk, but who else rushes in for a re-up the moment the host announces the party is over?

Meandering into the oversized kitchen on the tailend of the crowd, a disturbing sight greets you. Or, rather, the lack of one. Someway, somehow, the kitchen is emptying, yet there are still bottles ready for the taking. Alcohol bottles. And no one to fight with for them. A frown carves its way onto your face. It’s all too good to be true; none of it makes sense. Unless…

Your eyes widen as you whip your head to and fro, the room splotchy and nauseating. These people aren’t drunks – no drunk in their drunk mind would leave booze behind. These people are… disappearing into thin air? You take a hesitant step forward, eyes squinted as you watch the girl you followed wave toward you. She pulls a knob and whoosh! a door opens and she’s slipping right through.

A gasp escapes your tightening throat. No, they’re not drunks at all – they’re taking the same back exit you entered through some hours ago, out to the same side street your own vehicle is waiting for you on. Once more you find yourself in a stupor. You? A drunk? What has the world come to?

“Isn’t this, like, your first party?”

You jolt as a familiar snicker breaks through your self-pitying. Kai sidles into the space between you and the evermore tantalising booze. His lanky frame blocks the alluring glisten of glass bottles twinkling under the much too harsh lights, forcing you to abandon all thought of drinking your woes away in favour of trailing your gaze upwards for half an eternity before at last his face is within view. Indifferent eyes stare you down, daring you to grab a bottle. Or maybe he just wants an answer. What was his question?

“You’re so drunk,” he drawls, pulling his phone out and aiming it at your face. The flash blinds you and you stumble backwards as the camera virtually shutters. “Gross. I’m sending this to everyone.”

“No!” Jerking forward you reach for the phone. Try as you might to grab it, it’s never within reach, floating just above you one moment then blasting off a hundred feet to the ceiling the next. “Please, not Taehyun. Everyone but him!”

Kai shrugs. “Okay.”

Relief washes over you as your phone dings. Slipping it out of your pocket you stare at the sender’s name: Kai Bear. A goofy smile plays on your lips. Everyone but Taehyun. Good.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask you something.” Kai is talking but you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or not. “One of my buddies needs a plus one.”

“A plus one what?” you ask, hoping he won’t mind you butting in. With a press of your thumb Kai’s message opens and you’re greeted with your own face.

“Him plus you equals promise fulfilled. And I’m a man of my word so when I make a promise, I usually keep it – so you’re going.”

Squinting, you examine the photo a little closer. “Who?”

“A friend of mine.”

“Like me?”

“Yes, you and my other friend. My friend, and you,” he says, an air of impatience about him.

“Beomgyu?”

“No, he’d never be caught dead on a da– with a plus one like you.”

“That’s rude. Why not?” you slur, looking up from your phone. After a quick glance reveals an empty kitchen aside from you and Kai, your eyes narrow.

“He’s not into drunks.”

“So you are talking to me!” Poking a finger into his chest, you scoff. “Well I don’t wanna go.”

“I’ll drive you home tonight if you agree to go.”

“Okay, I’ll go.” With a sly grin you wink at Kai. “I always know how to come out on top. I’m a born winner, you see?” You show him the photo of your very drunk self he took mere minutes ago. “This is pretty good. I think Taehyun will like it.”

Kai rolls his eyes while grabbing your arm. “He won’t. Let’s go, I don’t have all night.”

Confidence oozing from every pore, you send Taehyun the photo anyway.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

There is no God.

That’s the only explanation for it.

What kind of God would make something so tasty and fun only for it to kill you the next day?

And you are, without a doubt, dying. This is no ordinary hangover. Not that you’ve had others to compare it to, but common sense says there’s no freaking way people would subject themselves to this on the regular.

Your bedroom door swings open and Kai invites himself in. His skin has lost the light flush it donned yesterday, leaving him pale and sullen as he trots toward you. When his long legs hit the edge of the bed he flops down unceremoniously with little regard for your dying self. The entirety of his weight, all ten feet of him, lands across your midriff and you wheeze.

“Get… off…” you groan between strained breaths.

“Are you ever getting up?” His voice is muffled by the scrunched up sheet he faceplanted into. “You need to drive me to get my car.”

“I’m dying, Kai,” you gasp out, the sound faint and weak.

He lifts himself until his feet reach the ground again. “Really?” At your nod he continues, “Then we better hurry. Get up.”

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

It’s a modern day wonder cloaked in mystery and intrigue but you manage to get both you and Kai from Point A (your parent’s vacation house) to Point B (random fraternity) and finally to Point C (Kai’s house). While you stare out the car window debating whether a speech would be too cringe or if it is expected when you accept your Nobel Prize from the President or whoever, a body walks into your line of sight. You assume there’s a head attached so you roll down the glass and call out a simple,

“Hey.”

Sunlight sets your vision on fire for the briefest moment before the person backtracks, plunging you back into shadow. He leans down, hands resting on the door, and peers in, revealing none other than Taehyun. He’s all smiles as he gives you a onceover. The self conscious part of your brain is waking up now that the aspirin and coffee have kicked in. You break eye contact.

“What brings you out this way?” he asks, looking between you and Kai’s early graduation present no one in their right mind would call a mere ‘house’.

“I was just dropping Kai off. What about you?”

Stupid, stupid. Of course he’s here, he–

“Live right next door, remember?” His tongue dashes across his lower lip. “But why were you dropping Kai off?”

His puppy dog eyes watch your every movement and an unshakeable (unwarranted) guilt creeps up your spine. Nothing happened, and it doesn’t matter if it did, and why is he so expectant anyway? His cheeks twitch under the weight of his smile.

“He stayed over after the party,” you say with a flippant disregard for the underlying implication in the words.

Taehyun’s expression falters and the smile leaves his eyes. Ever polite, he holds his lips in their upturned line but it’s all play pretend. You’ve known each other for years; you know when he’s putting up a front, but you never expected him to use the barrier on you. Your hand reaches for his and he jerks away, taking a step back and leaving a wall in his place.

“Nothing,” you say much too quickly, the word sticking in your throat, “happened between—”

“You’re a good friend.”

It stings but you smile through it. “So are you.”

Metal groans as he pats the top of your car twice before turning his back to you. Sun rays bake your skin and you marinate in a pool of sweat as you watch him leave. He’s halfway down Kai’s footpath when he offers a final glance.

“You looked cute in that photo,” he calls out, and the warmth that floods your system puts the summer to shame.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Why, why, why must present you live with past you’s mistakes?

How is that fair?

Straightening your white dress in the mirror, you pat down an errant wrinkle. With a smack of the lips your red gloss is evened out. A spritz of perfume and roses linger in your wake. All dolled up to be a plus one (which you’ve come to learn means date) for one of Kai’s friends (who he now claims is just a classmate) instead of a plus forever with Kai’s best friend – life really is a box of lemons. Choosing comfort over fashion you slip into a pair of flats and head for the door.

After an uneventful drive you arrive at an uneventful bar. Upon entering you stand awkwardly by the entrance in order to scope the place out. It’s far from packed. No way you can utilise the old ‘I can’t hear you’ trick tonight, it seems. Never would you have guessed a day would come when you wished the static-buzzed jazz drifting from hanging speakers was louder and yet here you are. Could this date get any worse?

The answer to that universal question is always yes.

Rock bottom is actually a casket, and until then things can (and most definitely will) get worse.

There’s a couple at the bar, as well as a group of men in matching uniforms drooping over the counter. To the left, away from the booze you’ve promised to never consume again (beer doesn’t count, right?) are some tables and booths. Most have peanut shells scattered on and about them. This bar isn’t of the dancing kind, nor a sporto retreat with the game playing loud on the telly, or even the pool and poker sort. It’s the local watering hole; a dump wrapped in fancy ribbons and tied off with a bow. It’s for the alcoholics that picture themselves a step above the rest because they pay double the price for tap.

Your shoulders slump as you search one side of the room for your date: old geezer who practically lives here, office lady who starts drinking while she’s still clocked in, beer belly drunk who is burning through his entire paycheck tonight, corporate slave who has never been laid, fake french bartender, and a potential minor who is slurring after one Miller Lite. Probably none of those, though Kai does have a mean streak.

Behind door number two, on the other side of the room, are our following contestants: date night gone horribly wrong (is this a prophetic vision of your future?), high school gym teacher (hey Mr. Stevens!), Taehyun who is proving yet again that he is the most handsome man in the world, a granny on death’s door–

Taehyun?!

Your heart skips a beat the moment your eyes lock with his. The weight of the world lifts and your features follow suit, brow unfurrowing and jaw untensing. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he practically jumps out of his seat, hand raised in a small wave.

Taehyun is here.

For once Kai has come through for you.

Taehyun is your date and it’s going to be the best day ever!

“Hey, you’re finally here,” a man speaks up from beside you. “You’re Huening’s friend, right? I’ve got us a little booth over here.”

This guy, this so-called date of yours, would have to be blind to miss the way your entire body deflates. All the same you follow his lead, allowing yourself only a tiny glimpse back at the man who owns you, heart and soul.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Maybe you really did die from your hangover.

What else could this be but Hell?

Mr. Suit here is droning on about his classes and future prospects as a lawyer or politician or something equally boring, and he actually thinks you’re hanging off his every word with bated breath. In reality you’re waiting for him to stop talking long enough to get a word in edgewise. Perhaps if you wait long enough you’ll pass out, though the chances of him noticing are slim. You’re not getting out of this date so easily.

He prattles on and your attention drifts toward Taehyun. It’s not the first time tonight nor will it be the last. Everything else fades as you watch him and for the briefest of moments you’re saved. For a beautiful second split into shards of infinity, you’re alone on the moon with Taehyun, soaking up the stars and drinking in all of time and space. You’re free from this dive bar, free from drinking cheap wine that burns your throat (you didn’t want it but your date insisted), free from suffocating every time you breathe in another wave of dusty chair mould (someone died in this booth, you’re sure of it).

Your date had laughed it off when you mentioned it to him then continued to regale you with the fascinating tales of his father’s history as a judge or senator or something equally boring. When you said that it seems his father is the interesting one and how maybe you should’ve gone on a date with him instead, Mr. Suit stopped laughing. It’s the small wins, really.

A yawn tickles your throat, your eyelids unbearably heavy, and you fight the drowsiness threatening to end your oh-so-delightful night early if for no other reason than to yearn. You burn with yearning, near consumed by it. Taehyun isn’t looking your way anymore – he’s glaring a hole straight ahead of him, several feet from where this buzzkiller of a date is sapping your youth and vitality. But he’ll turn back to you soon. His eyes will betray him and he’ll turn ever so subtly in his chair only to find you’ve beat him to it. Cheek smooshed against knuckles, elbow pressed into the table, head tilted toward him as if you’re a flower and he the sun.

“Did you hear me?” With an under roll of the eyes you ground yourself in the unfortunate now. “I’ve got to run to the men’s room and then we can”–his voice drops–“get out of here.”

“Can’t wait,” you murmur as he gives your thigh a squeeze. The second he’s out of earshot you’re up on your feet, clutch in hand. The last of the wine shoots down your throat in one large gulp. “But I’ll be leaving alone.”

“That bad, huh?”

Tense muscles relax the moment your brain processes the voice: about .001 seconds. Whirling on your feet you’re face to face with none other than the true star of the night: Taehyun. No one else can possess your every thought like he does, no one else can bring comfort with as little effort as just showing up.

“You don’t even know,” you whine, gravitating toward him. Hand moving on its own, you toy with his fingers, caressing each one all while maintaining a friendly front above the shoulders. It’s impossible to tell if the tears welling in your eyes are from genuine distress or pent-up frustration. The tantalising improbability that tonight might end in Taehyun’s bed lingers in the tight space between you. “Save me, please.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to the door. It’s smooth sailing until Mr. Suit is calling your name. He’s weaving through tables to get to you like a man on the hunt. Maybe he’s a good guy and he’s worried about who he perceives to be a stranger escorting you out, or he’s upset that someone else has their dirty little mittens on the prize he believes he’s earned. When you expect the worst in people, it’s amazing how often they prove you wrong.

This man, however, is plain old boring and predictable.

“Hey, pal, what do you think you’re doing?”

“He’s taking me home,” you say with your chin tilted in defiance.

Suit ignores you and directs his growing anger at Taehyun. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“She’s coming home with me.”

The finality in his tone sends a jolt straight to your core.

“We actually have plans, so, uh, get lost, bud,” the other guy (who is becoming more of an incessant bug by the second) counters with an obnoxious chuckle. “Who even are you?”

“I’m the guy she’s been eyefucking all night.”

Embarrassment sets you ablaze and the maddening thud of your heart drowns out any retort the man may have offered. It doesn’t matter; there’s no competition when Taehyun already won your heart so long ago. He guides you out of the bar and the crisp breeze of a summer night greets you. It tastes sweet on your tongue as you breathe in. A sense of liberty lifts your spirits, every movement lithe and light. You come to a fluttering stop beside your car and Taehyun asks for the key.

“What about your car?”

“It’s not here. Kai dropped me off.”

You pause. “Why?”

“He asked me to watch over you,” he says, hand outstretched. You hand him the keys with a little ‘oh’. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

I just wish you did it because you wanted to, not because you had to.

But the thought remains a secret in your taut smile.

He opens the car door and you slip inside. It’s an odd feeling being a passenger in your own vehicle. Taehyun takes charge without hesitation; adjusting the seat and mirrors before making sure you’re safe and comfortable. He backs out of the parking lot and away into the night. Stars twinkle overhead in spite of the light pollution. The earth is so small in the grand scheme of it all and yet your worries are world shattering.

This push and pull, the ‘will he, won’t he?’ – it’s unbearable.

Tonight, no matter the outcome, will be the end of your friendship with Taehyun.

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When the car glides to a halt in front of your house you can’t help but sigh. An entire drive home in silence and you couldn’t come up with a single actionable plan that doesn’t involve you dumping your feelings on him. He’s opening your car door and walking you up the front steps while you’re still struggling to figure out how to break the tension of the car ride.

“Make sure you lock up when you get inside. Nobody expects trouble until it’s upon them.”

“Thanks, mom,” you joke. He turns to leave and you reach for him, greedy hands tugging on his shirt sleeve. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I’m not Kai – I won’t put you out.”

There’s a passive-aggressive undercurrent to his words that sparks a fire beneath your tongue.

“I don’t want Kai, I want you. To stay here. In my house.” You cut yourself off for a moment, recovering your wits and sense when Taehyun grins, his lips parting to undoubtedly play a game you have no interest in playing. With a crude ‘fuck it’ that you may or may not have spoken aloud, you allow yourself to verbalise a platonic death. “In my bed. I want you in my bed, Taehyun.”

Widening eyes lock onto your face and so you set your lips into a stern line just to prove how serious you are. You add a soft but steady ‘always have’ to really drive your point home. Cold fear, the kind that stagnates and mutates over years of relentless anxiety, bubbles in your stomach. He might reject you. He might even laugh at you. Hell, he might do the unthinkable and pretend you no longer exist, cutting you off and leaving you to suffer a life without him. If thoughts could kill, that one would have sent you to an early grave.

But instead of devastation he brings clarity;

“I’ve always been yours.” His hand wraps around the nape of your neck. Sparks electrify your skin wherever he touches, your chin tingling as he tilts it upwards until he’s all you see towering above. Rough against the plush flesh, he rubs his thumb along your bottom lip. A shiver courses down your spine. “And you’ve always been mine.”

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Heaven is a bedroom hotter than a summer breeze.

Bliss rests on Taehyun’s tongue as he smirks up at you from between your tender thighs.

An angel masquerading as a devil, he dips his head and continues his feast. Your legs tremble when he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub with his warm tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Teeth nip and you gasp. Euphoric pain awakens a well of desire in your gut. Clenching around him, you throw your head back into the soft comfort of your pillows.

It’s safe here.

Yanking the pillow out from under your head, you place the underside over your face. It’s cool against your heated skin. Lavender and chamomile soothes your racing heart with each deep inhale. Taehyun slides two fingers into your cunt, ending your respite. Pleasure rushes through you as he works you open. His tongue fans your desire with each sinful circle it draws. The silk pillowcase falls into your mouth, suffocating the scream playing in the back of your parched throat.

You clutch the pillow in your hands, holding it tighter and pressing it deeper in the hope of suppressing your high. It’s come too quick; a mere few embarrassing minutes after the last. Your entire body shakes in anticipation. Giving in to carnal instinct you close your eyes and embrace the dark.

Taehyun’s mouth abandons your clit but you’re not needy; his fingers are more than enough to satisfy your hunger.

“Fuck, it’s so– it’s so–” your muffled rambling ends when Taehyun pulls the pillow from your hands.

Tears stick to the edges of your face, framing your cheeks and dampening your hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, withdrawing his hand from between your legs. You bite your lip to hold back the pathetic mewls of yearning begging to be vocalised. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Lifting your leg over his shoulder, he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing with a few taps against your mound before driving the entire length of his thick dick into your dripping cunt. You’re so wet you could squelch around him.

He presses his forehead to yours, hair sticky with sweat, as his cock fills every inch of you. A strangled gasp passes your lips and he’s eager to swallow it. Your juices coat his tongue as he kisses you. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you pull him closer, deepening the kiss in pursuit of his taste, a hint of citrus berry in your mouth. It stirs up something primal inside and you bite him, first his lower lip then his neck, across to his shoulder where your teeth sink deep after a particularly delectable thrust of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes shut tight. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

Saliva hangs from your lip to his shoulder as you lean back. Your mind reels and you want to question him, to hear that he’s been as helplessly head over heels in love with you for as long as you have been him, but your brain refuses to play sweet. Cock-drunk, you whine and cry for him to fuck you harder, to break you like he promised. Always the gentleman, he indulges your whims.

His cock pistons in and out of your sopping pussy, his balls hitting your ass with each deep thrust. The angle is perfect, the head of his dick sliding against your spot until your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull. Your stomach twists and your muscles tense in preparation of yet another orgasm. White sparks flicker across your vision, blinding and bright.

“Mine,” he mumbles, deep in concentration, thumbs rubbing circles against your clit. “I won’t let you go. You’re mine.”

“I’m– I’m yours,” you pant. Your nails digs into something soft and a more sober mind would remind you not to hurt your beloved but you’re too fucked to care in the moment. Taehyun hisses above you, hips moving faster and harder. His hands travel north, tangling in your hair and pressing against your throat, squeezing your tits, marking his territory with colourful splotches and dark scratches. Fingers bruise and nails scrape, debauchery painted on your skin for all to admire. Once satisfied, his attention returns to your tender clit.

“Fuck, gonna come, please, fuck, fuck!”

Your begging tapers off into a strained moan, your cunt clenching around his girth as orgasmic bliss washes over you. Stars dance behind your eyes and you gasp. Taehyun rides out your high, fucking you through it with reckless abandon until he can’t hold himself back. His head rests against yours so he can leave sloppy kisses while he comes inside, bottomed out and so deep he might as well be in your guts. Content warmth spreads outward from your cunt like a blossoming rose.

Taehyun stares at your body for a long while after, a hint of a smile hidden on his face. “So beautiful.”

“What are you going on about?” you yawn.

“Everyone is going to know you’re mine,” he says with a little smirk, gentle fingers tracing along your still burning skin.

It’s enough to revitalise, desire once more welling in your core as your lips meet his own in a frenzied, messy kiss. Breaking away to suck down air that tastes like sex and sweat, your fiery gaze reflects off his brown, puppy dog eyes. “It’s about damn time.”

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