#taehoon x reader

[bubbless-s]

Daniel Park who remembers the small things about you, how you like your coffee or which side of the bed you prefer.

Vin Jin who convinces you to have a singing contest in the shower, I mean double the win right—you naked and he gets to show off.

Gun Park who prefers slow and deliberate kisses to the quick pecks you give him, if he’s going to kiss he’s going to make it worth it.

Goo Kim who lives to tease you be it messing up your hair, poking your cheeks or calling you the most ridiculous nicknames.

Johan Seong who says he’s not the jealous type but then proceeds to sulk the entire evening because you paid attention to someone else.

Eli Jang who loves back hugs, he would wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

James Lee who throws a couple of heart shaped lollipops whenever he buys you a bouquet of flowers.

Zack Lee who is so whipped for you that all of the girls in his department these him about it “Wow Zack you look a little too happy with carrying her bag?”

Extra:

Taehoon Seong doesn’t know how to express his feelings properly and tried to show his love through his actions and sarcastic teasing.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yoo Hobin Company

G/N. Taehoon is enlisting. Soft and sweet. Masterlists

Taehoon was the one who tried to break it off. Tried.

Considered it a kindness, whatever measly amount his cold cold heart could muster up.

He wanted to play it cool, like it wouldn't work out. Had run its course and naturally reached an amicable end.

(None of that was true.

However, there was nothing more heartbreaking than thinking of you waiting day after day for him as he serves in the military. Waiting for messages and calls and letters until he finally has some time off and can spend it with you.

It's a waste of your time.

Nevermind that it's completely hypocritical because he would absolutely wait until the end of the earth for you.)

You arched an incredulous eyebrow listening to his nonsense. Then, in one fell swoop, rejected the breakup. 

"No."

Taehoon eyes widened at your refusal. He never thought breakups needed to be mutual or that you could decline it. But he knew that you saw through his motives. In hindsight, he didn't know why he bothered; you could always read him like an open book.

A smirk spreads, replaces the shock on his face.

"Dumbass," he says.

"You're the dumb one," you snipe back without heat, pulling him down by the collar and capturing his lips with yours.

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In all honesty, you expected an adjustment period after Taehoon enlisted. A bit of loneliness. Some hours spent twiddling your thumbs until you found your feet again.

After all, you two were joined at the hip. He's your best friend.

What you didn't expect was that you were busier than ever. Not that you were particularly close to the Yoo Hobin company before, but there now seems to be a revolving door of members constantly by your side.

(And you really hate to admit this because Hobin is so sweet, but Taehoon is right. Something about Hobin’s face is sometimes, occasionally… really punchable.)

What you didn't know was, during the last company meeting before Taehoon had to leave-

He glared at them all, one by one. Growled and ordered them to take care of you or else.

Issue is - any sort of intimidation was offset by the pink flush on his cheeks as everyone saw through his prickliness and physically melted at him being such an attentive boyfriend.

First, the breakup didn't work and now neither do his threats. Taehoon is losing his touch.

"Stop that," he snaps when they all stare at him with soppy expressions.

Gyeoul tuts, rolls her eyes and tells him, "You're embarrassing."

Taehoon's leg twitches and he wonders if he stretched out now for a roundhouse kick, if it would hit them all in the face. Men, women, children alike.

His ire is eventually appeased when Yeonwoo, like butter wouldn't melt and earnest as ever, offers- promises that the company will take care of you.

The others agree, although there was never any doubt they would. Eager and already planning to involve you in all manner of things.

Finally reassured, a weight is lifted from Taehoon's shoulders.

[lolaalienstuff]

Taehoon was confused. He didn't know if he should worry for his dad's mental health or be offended.

He had just commented to the old man that the father of his girlfriend would like to have dinner with them.

Since then, the man was walking around their house worried about everything.

First he told Taehoon to put on his suit and then he went to clean every visible place in the house.

His father wasn't doing this without a reason.

Hansoo remembers all the times that his friends, who have daughters, freaked out at the mention of their daughters hanging out with boys.

He really liked the girl that Taehoon miraculously managed to date and he was scared that her father wouldn't approve of his son.

He managed to prepare everything the way he imagined, he was satisfied. He cooked and cleaned the entire day. When Taehoon told him that his girlfriend and her dad were on the way he almost freaked out again.

When the guests arrived his mind went blank.

For the first time his son wasn't the problem.

He was.

The girl's dad was an old friend of his.

Said friend who after a big fight wasn't a friend anymore.

Said fight that started because Hansoo tried to steal the other guy's girlfriend.

[locomoqo]

Since there's only 1 taehoon fic on your blog..

how about taehoon fucking us while wearing the dobok😧??

(LOVE YOUR WRITES I HOPE THERE'S MORE VIRAL HIT FICS COMING SOON💥💥)

fantasize

— taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW CONTENT, fem bodied reader, fingering, p in v, protected sex, clothed sex (?)

A/N: i swear im going to post more viral hit fics soon trust

Something about seeing him in his dobok, especially when he's training, has you completely transfixed. The way the fabric fits just right, the focus in his eyes, the tension in his arms as he practices his forms—it's enough to make you lose your train of thought entirely.

And he's caught you admiring him in his uniform on more than one occasion.

The first time—you didn't even realize you were staring that hard. Snapped out of your daze by Taehoon’s voice, you blink as he crosses his arms, a skeptical eyebrow raised. “You even listening?” he scoffs, his expression showing that typical impatience.

“Uh… yes, I'm listening,” you quickly insist, dragging your gaze upward to actually meet his eyes. But you know you're not fooling him.

“What was I saying then?”

“Um… this and that?”

“Knew it. You weren't listening to a single thing I was saying.” He’s clearly annoyed, but you’re too flustered to even defend yourself. Well, how could you be expected to concentrate when he looks that good?

Still, Taehoon isn’t one to let you off easy. He frowns, more annoyed that your attention isn't where he wants it to be. After all, you’re supposed to be here learning taekwondo (like you asked to), doing your stretches properly, not zoning out. Without warning, his hand presses gently on your back, encouraging you to bend deeper into a stretch. “Focus,” he chides, irritation in his voice, and you let out a surprised squeal.

“Wait, wait!” you protest, but he only rolls his eyes. “If you spent less time gawking and more time practicing, you’d be way better at this by now,” he mutters, and you can’t even deny it.

But you keep sneaking glances at him. Even when you're trying to behave, it's impossible not to notice the way he moves or the serious expression on his face when he's in training mode. He’s used to you looking at him with that soft, adoring expression, but there’s something about the way you look at him during these moments that’s different.

He eventually puts two and two together.

One afternoon, while you’re both tangled up in each other during a heated make-out session that’s on the brink of something more, he pauses to take off his uniform. You grab his wrist and, breathless, say, “No, it's fine… keep it on.”

Taehoon stills, realization dawning in his eyes. The way he glares down at you, almost incredulous, makes your face heat up. “Oh,” he says, his voice low and laced with newfound amusement. “So that’s why you keep staring at me like that.”

You squirm under his knowing gaze, the embarrassment hitting you hard. He smirks, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in that rare, playful way. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, but there's a hint of satisfaction there too. He finally understands why you’ve been so distracted—and he’s definitely going to use it to his advantage.

“You just like seeing me wearing this,” he scoffs, pulling you back into a kiss. Your fingers trail down his toned front, curling around the waistband of his pants. He pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands holding you firmly in place.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you tilt your head to give him more space. One of his hands moves from your thigh to your waist, trailing teasingly along your clothed cunt. “Makes me wonder just how wet you get seeing me like this,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Don’t rub it in,” you mumble, your voice laced with embarrassment.

“Nah, this is all on you,” he chuckles, sliding those slender fingers past your defenses. You gasp at the sensation, leaning toward him while clutching the sturdy fabric of his uniform. His fingers slide in and out slowly, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watches your struggle for more. “Quit teasing…” you whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re demandin’ a lot from me today, huh?” he taunts, fingers stilling momentarily. “First, you get all handsy with me.”

He withdraws his touch, swiftly pinning you down onto the bed. “Then, you ask me to fuck you in my dobok,” he accuses, voice teasing yet full of intent. His fingers find you again, sliding inside as he pins your wrists above your head. His middle and ring fingers curl perfectly into your gummy walls, making your legs reflexively try to close around him. But he’s already prepared for that, using his knee to keep you open.

“And now, you think you can tell me what to do?” His eyes narrow with a slightly sadistic smile.  Oh, that’s how you know he’s going to be mean with your body this time around.

Moving his fingers ruthlessly that in no time you can hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy. “‘m sorry! ah! Tae—‘m s-sorry!” you whine and moan as his fingers work you over, his palm grinding against your clit that has your hips twitch uncontrollably. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to make you cum on his fingers just like that, leaving you breathless.

“I’ll give you what you want, then,” he mutters, reaching into your side drawer. He knows exactly where to find what he’s looking for—this isn’t your first time together, after all. He tears open the condom wrapper, pulling down his pants just enough to free himself before sliding the rubber on. He doesn’t even need lube; your wetness mixed with your juices makes it effortless for him to push into you, drawing a moan from your lips. Your nails dig into the skin of his hand still pinning your wrists down.

You can’t help but admire just how good he looks like this. The way his dobok hangs loosely over his frame, the slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a moment to adjust. Of course, he catches your gaze and smirks. “You’ve got a reaaal bad staring problem,” he mutters, his eyes shifting back to where he’s buried inside you. He starts moving at a pace that isn’t slow but not fast either, but knowing him, it’ll only get faster later on anyway.

He knows exactly how to hit all the right spots, what makes you whimper and clench around him. How to make you come apart so easily, like it’s second nature to him. The sensation pulls a breathy moan from your lips, and his grip on your wrists tightens slightly.

“You like that?” he asks, voice low and gravelly, though it’s less of a question and more of a tease. He smirks when your only response is a strangled moan, your back arching involuntarily.

His free hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your skin to hold you still as he increases his pace. The heady tempo makes it hard to think, his dobok brushes against your exposed skin with every thrust, the fabric a tantalizing reminder of why this was happening. It isn’t long until you’re both chasing that sweet release, a mix of grunts and moans.

Once you do, you both stay like that for a moment. After a minute or two, he leans down into your ear. “Should I start training in my tank top and some sweats next time, so you don’t get distracted?” he murmurs, a hint of a chuckle breaking through.

[mintpurrfect]

Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon from biral hit and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

⩇:⩇⩇ — kiss it better

⤿synopsys﹕ seong taehoon is the type of person who most people classify as "cool". so it was rather unexpected yet somewhat hilarious to find out from his father that he used to be such a clumsy and dumb kid. which he still is.

⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader

⤿genre﹕ fluff

⤿warnings﹕ it's mostly just cursing and probably my bad grammar and spellings, but other than that, there's none. not proofread.

⤿note﹕ it's been awhile! I recently just saw this (cuz tumblr didn't give me a notification once again) so I rushed through this since I've got a small burst of inspiration lmao. There's also another anon who asked for a Taehoon fic so, here you go! I hope you guys enjoy this<3

Taehoon was an asshole.

That is what you're currently thinking as you sit down crossed-legged on the floor of the dojang as you stare up at Taehoon who was standing before you.

“You're such an ass!” you exclaimed loudly, glaring at him as you gently rub your forehead.

He grabbed a water bottle and took a sip, completely ignoring your whole existence. This, of course, made you even more annoyed.

How dare he flick you on the forehead really hard and act as if nothing happened? He's absolutely heartless!

“That hurt, you jerk!” once again, you expressed how you were currently feeling, grumbling under your breath about how much of an annoying and mean bastard he was.

As you continued to sulk while still sitting on the floor with a frown on your face, Taehoon's gaze wandered over you, lingering for a few seconds before a soft sigh left his lips.

“Damn it... Let me see.” he mumbled before crouching in front of you, reaching forward and carefully lifting your chin up.

He checked your forehead and saw that it was slightly red, making him realise that he might have used too much strength than intended.

You watch him while remaining silent, noticing how his lips were formed into a thin line and how his eyes narrowed as he observed the red mark on your forehead.

He honestly looks like he's ready to murder someone with how scary and tense his face was. You wonder what other people would think if they saw the two of you in this position. Maybe they would assume that he was threatening you to give him your money or something similar.

As your mind wanders away in your own little world, you failed to register that Taehoon had inched closer, his face nearing yours before his lips made contact with your skin.

It took you a moment to process what was happening, still trying to make sense that Taehoon's lips are on your forehead, softly kissing it.

You blinked a few times in utter confusion and surprise when he pulled away and made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up from your chin towards the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes.

“There, do you feel better now?” He asks in a casual tone, his face stoic yet the tinge of pink on his cheeks and ears didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided not to comment on it.

You smiled teasingly, shaking your head, “Nope, it still hurts. Maybe you should kiss me here instead.” you said, pointing towards your lips and puckering it up for extra effect.

Taehoon grumbled, rolling his eyes and averting his gaze for a moment before letting out a deep breath and looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“You little sh... Ugh, fine, but you better stop whining after this and get back to practise, okay?”

“Alright!”

And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

You smiled and closed your eyes before kissing him back, enjoying the sweet kiss the two of you shared. His lips were soft against yours and the way he was caressing your skin, drawing small circles on your cheek with his thumb while he kisses you in the most gentle way made your heart flutter.

Lost in the moment, the both of you failed to notice someone opening the door, “Taehoon, could you help me with moving these boxes inside–”

A thud can be heard along with a rather loud gasp, making the two of you pull away from each other and turn towards the source of the noise.

There stood, a wide-eyed Seong Hanseo, who was dramatically covering his mouth with a hand and the box he had was dropped by his feet.

There was an awkward silence that enveloped the dojang for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, the middle-aged man's face became serious.

You and Taehoon tensed up, preparing yourselves for a scolding to come from the old man. Although, a few moments ticked by and it didn't come. Instead, what greeted the two of you was a father who looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah... You're really grown now... I can still remember the days when I was still changing your diapers like it was yesterday.” Hanseo said, looking towards the large glass window with a reminiscent expression on his face.

“I remember when you were very little, you cried when you accidentally stepped on a dog's poo–”

“Dad, shut up!” Taehoon shouted standing up from his crouched position, glaring daggers at his old man with his face completely red as a riped strawberry.

“Oh, and there was also this time when you fell and slipped down face first when you tried running down the playground slide–”

The day ended with you learning about a bunch of blackmail materials childhood stories of Taehoon. He, unfortunately for him, also had to sit and listen as his father embarrassed him in front of you.

He just knows that you will tease him endlessly about all the things his father was telling you about.

[gotaksboyfie]

seong taehoon bf + nsfw hc's

general

sfw

» probably wouldn't care about gender. taehoon likes who he likes, as long as you're "interesting" in his eyes. would hate it if you're a total study geek. he wants some fun, and would totally force you out to skip classes with him. he sees beautiful girls trip over their feet for him everyday, so he wont care about looks either

» if he likes you, he likes you a lot. taehoon doesn't fall for just anyone, so he crushes hard on the very rare occasion he does

» if you showed any interest in taekwondo, he'll be so excited but refuses to let it show (tsundere..) he'll force you to sign up for classes and will be your personal tutor. will definitely make fun of you if you fall or trip, but he'd help you up anyway

» normally he never blushes, but around you? his cheeks are almost always twinged slightly pink. being so pale, it's extremely obvious whenever he's blushing. he doesn't turn super red, just barely enough for it to be noticeable if you squint

» finds pda super cringey, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you want to. the most he'll do in public is maybe a kiss or two. he likes holding hands though

» hates all the sappy couple stuff, so he shows he loves you in.. rather odd ways. if you're a fighter, he'll ask you to spar with him a bunch, then patch up your bruises/wounds for you like he didn't caught them. he'll leave snacks/drinks lying around for you silently like a mini surprise. taehoon's also constantly bickering with you, all out of love of course. one day you even find a matching pair to his pajama pants in your draw without warning. you're just more confused how he managed to sneak it in there without you noticing

» literally emotionally constipated. he cannot talk about his feelings for the life of him, so he just tries to subtly show it nonverbally. spoiler alert, he really sucks at it. you have to basically force him to open up, but even then you know he's holding back

» but if it's about you? he will make you talk and spill everything immediately. he has no hesitation in pointing out if you're feeling down or upset, and willing to listen (even if he does say it in harsh ways). however, he'll soon realizes his hypocrisy and gets better at expressing himself

» very blunt and even mean if you try to talk bad about yourself. seong taehoon likes you, so are you implying he has bad taste?? how dare you. your insecurities quickly fade after taehoon shuts them all down. ("if i didn't like you, i woulda already broken up with 'ya")

» drops literally anything and everything for you. if you call him and you sound even the slightest bit upset, he's on the way. because of this, he has your location 24/7. he's extremely scared of someone hurting you because of him, so he never wants to stray too far away from you. after all, there's nowhere safer than next to him

» even though he has no hesitation calling you any insult, he is so nervous to say i love you. it's a big milestone for taehoon and he feels vulnerable saying it so he'll wait for the right time

» secretly possessive. he hates anyone touching what's his. in public, he'll inch you closer to him so people get the hint that you're his and he's yours.

» love language is quality time and acts of service. for taehoon, actions speak a lot louder than words. he loves a comfortable space with you even if you aren't doing anything, simply because it's with you.

» secretly goes to rumi and wangguk for relationship advice. he doesn't trust hobin or gaeul or jiksae or just about anyone. rumi and wangguk actually have a good relationship, so he thinks they're the most trustworthy

nsfw

» marks marks marks. you will leave his house stumbling with a sore ass, and a plethora of hickeys littered across your neck and chest. not to mention the countless bruises on you from him grabbing you too hard. he's just staking his claim, in his defense

» extremely rough. he's good with his hips and has a crazy amount of stamina, so you better be prepared for an endless amount of rounds

» finds it fun to edge you continuously. he likes watching you squirm and beg him for release. having that type of power over you invokes something primal in taehoon

» is 100% huge. maybe around 6'5in and slightly girthy

» will never ever bottom, even if you beg him. it's just not to his liking

» loves seeing you cry from pleasure. it lets him know he's doing a great job, and it fuels a flame inside of him. something about how your voice cracks on a moan, or how you tremble and tell him it's too much.. it turns taehoon on so much

» you will come before taehoon, unless you're on punishment or something similar. he puts your pleasure first. while he stretches you out, he tries to wring at least one orgasm out before he fucks you. you just get so much more sensitive, and it's so much more fun to toy around with you

» if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll make you ride him until you can't anymore. he knows that it feels better when he does it, but he takes delight in the way that you try to desperately chase the same pleasure he gives you

» big into degrading names. he calls you all sorts of names like whore, slut, cumdump, etc. you can try and deny it all you want, but he can feel the way you tighten up around him whenever he says it

» somewhat talkative during sex. despite the names he calls you, he'll always praise your body and reactions to him. ("what a perfect hole, just for me.", "let me hear some more pretty sounds, hmm?.")

» more than once, he's actually broken parts of your bed frame. you thought that only happened as a joke, but here you are standing over your now concave wooden frame.

» so perverted. taehoon stares at your body unabashedly, whether in public or private. even hobin calls him out for staring at your ass, but taehoon doesn't care. it's his anyways, he should be allowed to stare at it whenever he wants

» very attentive during aftercare. if you want anything, he'll have it presented to you within minutes. he makes sure you drink lots of water considering how much you moaned. he even learns how to massage your legs from hobin

fin

a/n is the how to fight/viral hit fandom still alive..... hi guys i'm a little late.....

also sorry that this isn't weak hero, but i finished viral hit recently and i'm back into my taehoon obsession >__> there's too little fics of him and i will. fix that. but don't worry, my blog will still be mostly weak hero unless theres more demand for viral hit/study group (and possibly lookism) 🙂‍↕️

[swrkn]

Could you do (Viral hit) Taehoon x reader pls?

Also I like your writing:)

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

Taehoon x g/n reader

Genre ; fluff ; sfw

Author note ; thank you very much for the compliment on my writing, it’s been long since i last wrote, bit don’t worry guys i see all of your requests, ans as soon as i got time , i’ll do them ;)

The sound of sneakers scuffing against pavement filled the air as you struggled to keep up with Seong Taehoon’s pace. He had invited you to train with him at his dads gym, claiming he needed a “punching bag that could talk back.” You knew better. Taehoon wasn’t the type to ask for company unless he wanted it.

“Seriously? That’s all you got?” he teased, dodging your weak attempt at a jab. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, making you want to wipe it off, preferably with a well-placed kick.

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, lunging at him again.

He sidestepped effortlessly, his hands still tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. “Tsk. You need to work on your footwork. You’re gonna get your ass kicked in a real fight.”

Rolling your eyes, you bent down to tie your loose shoelace. Before you could react, Taehoon flicked your forehead, making you flinch. “You always let your guard down,” he said grinning.

“Yeah? And you always run your mouth,” you shot back, swatting his hand away.

Taehoon chuckled but didn’t deny it. He watched as you stood up, his gaze lingering just a second too long.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, turning away. “Nothing.”

But you weren’t stupid. You’d caught the way his smirk faltered, how his usual cocky demeanor softened for just a moment. It wasn’t the first time, either. Taehoon wasn’t exactly the ‘soft’ type, but lately, he’d been looking at you differently, like he actually cared.

“I can hear you overthinking,” he said suddenly, his voice unusually serious. “Relax, dumbass.”

You scoffed. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Taehoon hesitated for a second before running a hand through his hair. “…I don’t hate having you around, okay?” His voice was gruff, like he was forcing the words out. “So don’t go getting yourself hurt in some dumb fight.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Seong Taehoon, the human embodiment of sarcasm and eye-rolls, was worried about you?

You decided to push your luck. “Aww, do you like me, Taehoon?”

His ears turned slightly pink, but he scoffed. “Tch. Don’t get cocky.”

But then, in a blink, he stepped closer, his face inches from yours. “But yeah,” he murmured, voice low, “I do like you.”

And before you could fully process what was happening, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

By the time you snapped out of your daze, Taehoon was already walking away, hands shoved in his pockets like nothing happened.

“Hey-what the hell was that?!” you shouted after him, flustered beyond belief.

He turned his head slightly, smirking. “Guess you’ll have to train harder to catch me and find out.”

Damn him.

And damn your stupid heart for racing.

(This is def not my best work im sorry) 💔

✵

[amphitriteswife]

Loser

Source: how to fight/ viral hit

Pairing: Taehoon seong x reader

Warnings: love hate Taehoon, reader does taekwondo. Taehoon’s also kind of a bully but you are already his gf

Summary: you had a argument with Taehoon a week before

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Walking out of the front door, you were met with a quite different sight. Hobin and Snapper were standing in front of your door. A bouquet of roses was pushed into your face. ‘From master Seong!’ Hobin said quite loudly, keeping his head down, probably by Taehoon’s order. ‘He’s refusing the teach Hobin taekwondo and ordered us to give you this!’ Snapper added, the camera of his phone pointing towards you. The viewers must love the drama, wouldn’t they? Most of them would either be watching the drama unfold or get angry at you for even being Taehoon’s girlfriend to begin with. Half of the people didn’t even think Taehoon would even have a girlfriend considering his personality. You took the bouquet of roses from Hobin’s hands and told them they can just stand up, which they did. Both snapper and Hobin looked rather nervous as you had always been kind to them yet now you were rather more…disappointed? Your expression made the two boys look at each other in half confusion and half worry. Taehoon hadn’t told them anything about the sudden reason you weren’t with him at the dojo. Even the viewers in the live were trying to figure it out. The bouquet of flowers were hanging loosely in yours hand, it took him a week to actually reach out and it wasn’t even himself.

In the bouquet of roses you found a card, it was light pink with a bear holding a heart that said ‘i love you’ on it. It was rather cute, but it really wasn’t something Taehoon would do. Opening the card, it was rather empty with also only three words in it. ‘I’m sorry, loser.’ You stared at the card with a blank face. Loser. He used to call you that back in the day when you were still getting bullied by him. Although his words never got to you, the reminder that he used such a word to insult you didn’t sit right with you at all. It makes you something out to be that you’re not. You’re not a loser. Not anymore. Maybe back then, but you have worked hard on yourself, both mentally and physically. He was there to witness it himself. So why would he call you that knowing that’s you disliked it? It made you angry, very angry. To the point both Hobin and Snapper already heard your teeth grating against each other and your face twisted in a sight they’d rather not see on you. Your voice was dangerous. Too dangerous that made the two boys shiver. ‘You two. Walk.’ ‘Yes ma’am!’ Both of them peeped at the same time. Hell maybe both you and Taehoon were scary.

Taehoon was practicing some of his kicks in the dojo. He felt somewhat down for not seeing you today. Normally you had lessons from him and he would always go to your place to pick you up, maybe fool around by going shopping and making photos together, after that the two of you would finally make it to the dojo and start practicing. It was only a week. yet he missed you more than he’d like to admit…it also made him very frustrated but at least he could use his kicks to vent his frustration. He’s not one to feel emotional and would rather vent it in his own destructive way. Something Hansu has noticed about his son, especially today. It made him wonder what Taehoon did this time to have him so riled up. Soon he found himself bickering to his son about his recent behavior and a rather irritated Taehoon insisting that there wasn’t anything wrong with him and that he just wanted to practice his kicks.

Mid sentence Taehoon felt something hit his face. It was soft, but the throw made it hurt more than he expected. Both Hansu and Taehoon looked at the door of the dojo to find you totally stone cold, Snapper and Hobin hiding behind your form. They have never seen someone’s be so silent yet raging at the same time, although Snapper was still streaming the whole thing which was apparently doing very good by the amount of donations. ‘What the hell?’ Taehoon asked, picking up the flowers off the dojo’s floor and holding one hand to his cheek. He didn’t seem to get your outburst at all. He sent you the roses to make you happy. Not to have you be even more mad than before. ‘If you’re going to apologize. Try to be at least civil. And do it yourself instead of sending someone, dumbass.’ Everyone including Taehoon was absolutely floored. They had not expected you to have a sharp tongue, even call THE TAEHOON a ‘dumbass.’ ‘What’s this all about?’ Taehoon walked over to you, which caused the duo behind your back to even shrink in more behind you. ‘You know how I feel. Tried to be funny or what?’ You asked him with narrowed eyes, not backing down even now that he was towering over you. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all. Taehoon realized what you were talking about and placed a hand on the back of his neck, scoffing a little before taking one of your hands and leading you out the dojo. Leaving Snapper, Hobin and Hansu rather confused by themselves.

~

Outside, Taehoon leaned against the building of the dojo. He was wearing a pair of slippers, his taekwondo pants and just a tank top. He was kind of sweaty from all the practicing but that did not stop him from looking at you with a scowl. ‘Apologize.’ Your stern voice made him narrow his eyes even more. You never spoke to him that way. And in all honesty, he doesn’t appreciate it. ‘For what?’ He snapped back. It was a joke. Why couldn’t you get that? It’s not like he meant it anyways! You pulled the card in front of his face. The 3 words staring back at Taehoon. He read it over and over again. In his head he tried to justify himself. It’s just a joke. You’re being sensitive. You’re just overreacting. He wanted to make it up to you, you know? His head felt like an endless tunnel of excuses that weren’t even justified. He didn’t know what to say. The silence between the two of you was rather harsh, the card still almost pressed in his face, taking up all his vision. ‘You know how I feel. So why?’ He didn’t expect your voice to sound so full of emotion. He didn’t expect you to be so sad because of a stupid, very stupid, joke he made. He felt guilty. He wanted to mess with you a little. Little bit of teasing. He knows he’s a jerk. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Sorry isn’t going to always cut it you know?’ You didn’t mean to let your emotions take over once again. It was stupid. So stupid..to be on the verge of tears from what? 3 words that didn’t even hold any meaning if it was someone else? Taehoon took the card from out your hand and hugged you, his arms wrapping around you with one pressing your head against his chest. A few soft ‘i know’-s came out of his mouth. They were genuine and soft. He didn’t mean to make you cry. You stared at the black fabric on his chest. He bullied you a lot when you first met him. He called you all sorts of names. But why was the word ‘loser’ so important? Because it was true at the time. You were a loser. But it was who you were. It made you, you. It made you happy. Even though you have now matured and also follow taekwondo from Taehoon himself. You were still a loser by society standards. You like things most would seem as geeky. Yeah. It’s true. But what did it matter? Everyone has something to say. So why not be happy while they say shit rather than being miserable and caring about what they say?…is what you always have told yourself. It’s true. It helped. But hearing or seeing the word from someone who told you he loved you was rather hurtful. Especially since he promised to never say it again when he first kissed you.

You don’t know when the waterworks started. It just happend. ‘You promised.’ Is all you could mutter to him. From those big, loud and long thought those were the only words you told him. And it didn’t went smoothly either. Taehoon bit his lip. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. Not after he promised you to be better. To trust him. His hand softly rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. His chin resting on your head, softly shushing you in a comforting manner. The guilt was gnawing at him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.’ He told you softly, trying to wipe away your tears. The redness in your eyes made him feel so incredibly nervous and guilty. He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to protect you not hurt you. His fingers rubbing against your cheek, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘Forgive me.’ He never said those words. Not even after he stopped the bullying. He knows he’s an ass. He knows it. He knows he’s at fault. He knows that all his misfortunes in life is because of him. So please, let him make it right to you. He can’t lose you too after Dowoon. He’ll protect you at all costs. He promises. His hands once again reached your side, this time you hugged him back. He can’t help but feel so relieved after you did that. He takes a few breathes and just stares at the sky for a moment before kissing your temple. ‘I forgive you.’

Thank yall for reading😋🥶🔥💯

[norwegiankafka]

Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon and his s/o where his father caught them kissing (possibly a hint of nsfw) and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

Lipbalm [Seong Taehoon, Fluff]

Synopsis: You were being caught. By who? His dad.

a/n 𖦹 new fic in years LMAOAOA hope you like it nonnie <3

tw & cw ✰ cursing. a little [dissapear from the world] joke.

If there's one thing about Taehoon that you truly despise and adore at the same time, it would be his randomness, kissing you randomly when you had just applied lipbalms.

It was just a fine afternoon in his house, with you successfully dragging Taehoon to do his homework. After all the nags and things, he managed to finish it with your help. You turned the TV on later, just before your upper lip brushed your lower ones. Think its been a long time ever since you applied lipbalms.

You pulled out a cherry-flavoured lipbalms from your backpack, applying it softly. With few strokes, you closes the cap and put them back in your backpack. It reaches Taehoon's attention, who was just trying to find snacks in the fridge. After finding some snacks, he sits down, huffing loudly.

You would never expect the words rolling out of his mouth. "Can I try 'yer lipbalm?"

"Huh?" You hum confusedly. The Seong Taehoon that uses nothing and licks his own lips because he's too lazy to use lipbalms (even after you gifted him one), is asking to use your lipbalm? Think the world is in a sorta apocalypse.

"Yer got a new one.. right? So.. y'know, wanna try how it tastes," he replied casually.

You muttered a small 'Oh' before pulling out the lipbalm from your backpack and handling it to him. Until he denies.

"No, idiot. Wanna taste it like this," Taehoon touches your chin softly but firmly, tilting you in a position that creates an easier access for his lips (and so your noses didn't bump). He slowly nibbles on the lower lip as you relaxes into the kiss, letting him do whatever he wants.

With closed eyes, you savour the feels of his mouth slowly devouring yours. His tongue dancing, giving yours a lingering taste of a peppermint candy he ate on your way home. Slowly, your hands finds its way on the light brown strands of his hair, tugging and pulling the hairs on the nape of his neck. Also, simultaneously pulling him closer.

Both of you were so deep in the moment, you did not realize the sounds of the locks and doorknob being pulled. Hansoo, just stand awkwardly when he just entered home. He clears his throat, signaling both of you.

You pulled out of the kiss quickly, being the one of you who realize Hansoo's presence. Taehoon, on the other hand, did not realize. It was only when he realizes you're blushing, and trying to find what or who made you did that (aside from him). And there, Hansoo is, in the doorway, trying to check the perfectly fine shoe rack.

"Ugh, just go away, dad." Taehoon grunts as his dad enters his bedroom, chuckling softly while muttering a word or two.

With the click of the door that was closed, you sighed. The day was going late, and you're.. pretty embarassed after being caught kissing with Taehoon. Damn. The thoughts itself makes you wanna dissapear from the existence.

You stood up from the couch and fixes your skirt, taking your bag. "I'm gonna head home. It's gonna be late,"

Taehoon also stands. "'M gonna walk you home, 'kay?"

"But it's late-"

"Because it's late. Can't let ya walk around this late alone, huh,"

He intertwines his hands with you as he guides you out, softly (or not) yelling at his dad that he's gonna walk you home for a few minutes.

Arrived at your home, he makes sure you're already inside the house and had locked the door before he left. And then, on his way home, he sent a simple text,

Thank you for the lipbalm. ㅋㅋ

Best believe he sent it with the biggest grin you see on your entire years of life, smiling like an idiot on his phone.

[narcissistshandler]

hello! Can I request a Taehun Seong x Top Male Reader x Yeonu Ji? Where the two compete on who can make the reader cum first? Like they are blowing the reader off in Yeonu bedroom, and the reader is desperately trying to cum but the two makes it hard since they keep unintentionally edging him because they keep arguing.

And then the reader has enough then just force his dick into their mouth and cums (you can pick on who's mouth the reader cums into), and basically ends with the reader fucking them until they can't think anymore, if it's alright with you

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x ji yeonwoo x seong taehoon

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 amab!reader, blowjob (reader receiving), top!reader, bottom!yeonwoo, bottom&top!taehoon, light sub/dom dynamic, unintentional edging

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I think this was lighter than you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway. Just three more requests, hang in there with me.

Your eyes fell closed, pure darkness filling your vision and a deep moan rising in the throat as you felt soft lips closing around the tip of your cock just above where the calloused fingers gripped the length. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, the sucking gentle and enthusiastic as Yeonwoo did his best to take you all the way into his mouth. His every movement was careful and experimental, as if he had studied up on how to give someone a blowjob and knowing your boyfriend well, you knew this could very well be the case.

As much as you wanted to thrust yourself deep into his soft mouth, to have more of that heat and wetness and those fingers tentatively pulling your cock while licking and sucking you, you didn't. You let him explore, watch your reactions and learn little by little even if the heat growing under your skin demanded otherwise.

After a long twenty minutes of being graced with Yeonwoo's enthusiastic touches and licks, you could no longer contain the urgency bubbling in your stomach. Your breathing quickened and your mouth opened, about to give warning as you felt the tremor start your his legs.

But apparently there was a person there more impatient with Yeonwoo's study than you.

"You're doing this wrong. Breathe through your nose." Came Taehoon's voice, his tone full of amusement despite the twinge of judgment. "Hold it tighter," he said, despite the instructions he seemed to mock your boyfriend. "Open your mouth wider."

And you could tell that even though Yeonwoo might be giving Taehoon an annoyed look, he still promptly followed the instructions, believing the tips given. His fingers tightened around you and your hips threatened to move when just the tip of your cock slid too close to his throat, the need building in your stomach, ready to snap...

Yeonwoo immediately backed away, coughing.

You opened your eyes, ready to make sure he was okay even though that construction had been brutally interrupted and all you wanted was to pull Yeonwoo back to you and push your dick back into his mouth, until you came deep down his throat.

“You don’t need to follow everything Taehoon says,” you reassured him, your voice deep and your breathing slowly slowing down from its labored pace. Your dick twitching in Yeonwoo's hand when you saw his flushed face, the glasses crooked on his nose and the saliva running down the lips.

Yeonwoo and Taehoon were kneeling at your feet. Yeonwoo naked, his own red and hard dick dangling between his legs, Taehoon on the other hand was just shirtless, his firm, well-worked muscles exposed and his tight black pants low on his hips, an obvious erection pressing against the fabric.

"You can do whatever you prefer, don't be in a rush."

Yeonwoo wiped the saliva running down his chin and a sweet smile curved his full lips. "Right."

“And it’s okay to choke,” Taehoon continued as if you hadn’t said anything. "[name] likes it when we choke on his dick."

Yeonwoo looked at you as if he was waiting for confirmation or denial, but Taehoon wasn't wrong, so you diverted the subject so that Yeonwoo wouldn't feel obligated to give you a deep throat. “I like whatever you two do,” you said and looked at your cock twitching between Yeonwoo’s fingers. "Do you want to continue?"

Taehoon smiled, half mocking your response and pressed Yeonwoo to the side with his shoulder. "Move on, my turn."

Yeonwoo rolled his eyes, but moved to the side and let Taehoon take his previous position. The hand that held you was gone, the heat and tightness denying you the pleasure, but Taehoon's larger, more experienced hand soon covered you, thumb pressing against the sensitive head as he pulled you in familiar slow thrusts, so firm, it almost became painful. Oh.

You moaned, Taehoon's warm, amused eyes watching your reactions as he leaned in and licked at the leaking slit.

“Fuck,” you cursed, one hand shooting out to grab a fistful of his brown hair.

Taehoon's pride-filled laugh sent a beam of heat through your stomach, his hot breath hitting your length wet with the mixture of his and Yeonwoo's saliva. Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth and took more of your length into his mouth, his outstretched tongue trailing along the bottom in a damn erotic display.

Taehoon was good at this, so good at everything he did, it was almost unfair.

Yeonwoo watched Taehoon's movements, seeming to make mental notes as he was unable to stop doing even at a time like these.

He leaned against your hips, kissing wherever he could reach while focusing his attention on how Taehoon swallowed your cock without much difficulty. Your other hand ran through his dark hair, a gentler reflection contrary to your fingers gripping Taehoon's hair.

"Let me try again," Yeonwoo said, there was a tone in his voice that indicated it wasn't a request at all, his hand shooting out to grab the part of his dick that was exposed when Taehoon pulled away. You inhaled deeply as you tried to push Taehoon back down. You needed this, badly.

Taehoon however, pulled away easily, despite the painful tug on his hair. The muscle in your leg twitched at the lost heat of Taehoon's mouth and you sighed deeply, leaving your boyfriends to argue and negotiate amongst themselves about sucking your cock, even though the urgency and need grew by the second, now having release denied for the second time.

"Wait your turn." Taehoon licked his lower lip, collecting the drop of saliva there, trying to displace Yeonwoo's grip with his free hand.

Yeonwoo didn't pull back, fingers closing tighter around you in response to Taehoon's movement, his short nails dug into your skin and you grunted in response, feeling like you could cum like this, with the pain and the pleasure and Taehoon and Yeonwoo arguing on your feet. They fought for power over your cock like a tug of war, neither of them backing down.

“You’re going to rip my dick off like this,” you growled, pulling both of their hair as a small form of punishment. What you really wanted was to bend them over the bed and spank their asses until they couldn't walk straight.

"Rock, paper and scissors?" Yeonwoo tried.

"Taehoon. Yeonwoo."

"Don't be stupid," was Taehoon's response, both of them ignoring the bite of scolding in your voice.

"So how do you want to do this?" asked Yeonwoo, as he took his hand away with a roll of his eyes. Taehoon also let go of you and seemed to consider a response. "Do you want to take tunes and whoever makes him cum first wins?"

Fuck this, you thought as you grabbed your dick and began to masturbate in quick, urgent jerks. You moaned loudly and their attention immediately turned to you, seeming irritated by your initiative to touch yourself. The displeasure on both their faces dissolved within seconds though, and they both leaned forward with their mouths open, tongues lolling out, and eyes shining expectantly. There was a little personal dispute there, you could say.

The muscle in your thigh pulled, shock traveling down your spine. Your free hand tugged at Yeonwoo's hair, bringing his face closer to Taehoon's, just seconds before your balls tightened and your dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum that landed on Taehoon and Yeonwoo's touching tongues in an erotic scene, on the lenses of Yeonwoo's glasses and on one of Taehoon's sharp cheeks.

Curses left your mouth, feeling beads of sweat roll down your stomach as you continued to masturbate through the orgasm.

"Precocious," Taehoon teased as he swallowed, fingers catching what splashed on his face and bringing it into his mouth.

Yeonwoo just moaned, leaning down to lick the tip of your dick, and then suck, wanting to extract every drop from you. You continued to pull your cock through the hot sensitivity, feeling yourself spill even more into Yeonwoo's soft mouth.

"You two are a tease, you know that?" You grunted between your teeth and pulled Yeonwoo back to take him off your dick, then leaned down and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. "Get into bed, boy, my turn to play."

Yeonwoo was eager, getting on all fours in the middle of the bed and shaking his butt in the air. You stood up and gently slapped one of his small ass cheeks, which earned you a moan. Despite the sensitivity, you wanted nothing more than to fuck them into the mattress until your dick could no longer get hard.

“You too, Taehoon,” you ordered then, your voice breathless.

"What should I do?" he questioned, unbuttoning and pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the room. His dick was dripping wet, the tip an angry red. And he walked slowly to the bed, letting you drink in his nakedness.

Taehoon climbed onto the bed on his knees, the smile never falling from his lips. It was a little funny how Taehoon always seemed in control, even when asking for instructions and you knew he loved taking orders.

“I want you to enter Yeonwoo.” The reaction to the words were instantaneous, both of your boyfriends groaning at the mere thought of it.

Taehoon was more eager than usual, sticking his slender fingers into Yeonwoo's already stretched and lubricated hole to make sure he was stretched enough, before lining up his cock and pushing inside. The sounds they both made filled the room, overlapping. Taehoon grunted with his fingers squeezing Yeonwoo's slim hips, who promptly rocked back, taking Taehoon as deep as possible.

You had to squeeze your own cock to keep yourself from cumming once again as you watched the sight your boyfriends made together. Taehoon stopped moving once he sank completely into Yeonwoo's heat, panting as he waited for your permission.

Reaching for the bottle of lube, you moved even closer to the bed, standing behind Taehoon's tall, muscular figure. After wetting your fingers, you pulled one of his skinny ass cheeks away and touched his tight, dry hole. A sigh fell from Taehoon's mouth.

Unlike Yeonwoo who used to prepare alone, Taehoon was a little shy when it came to playing with that place and so he always let you or Yeonwoo stretch him.

“Fuck him,” you said, as you slid the first finger inside Taehoon, who clenched tightly around the intrusion. His hips shot out in one thrust, firm and urgent. Yeonwoo shouted. “Slowly,” you scolded him, using your free hand to pull his hips back and against you, letting your finger sink deeper. "Don't be in a rush, we still have plenty of time." And if Yeonwoo's father decided to arrive early from work, then well, he would have a not-so-fun surprise when he entered his son's room.

[minxyjae]

Imagining Taehoon Seong with an overly flexible reader.

Like, imagine him pounding into you, over and over again, just splitting you open. But when he notices how much your back is arched because of him? He absolutely loses it

❝𝘛-𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘯 𝘴'𝘵𝘰𝘰─ 𝙝𝙖𝙝 ─𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩-❞ he grunted into your neck feeling your walls clench around him tightly. You felt his speed slow down as he lifted himself off your body to look at your face again.

Your breaths became heavy when Taehoon stopped to catch his breath. During that his eyes travelled down to your stomach until his hips twitched when he saw how much your back was arched.

He felt the tiredness wash away as he instantly returned back to thrusting into you without a warning ❝𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬- 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺-❞ he grunted. One of his hands roamed to your back as he encouraged you to arch it more, the other hand was still firm on your hips.

You moaned and whined at the sheer feeling of him inside you. You gripped the sheets harder as your eyes rolled back.

You're in for a long night

[trueebeauty]

Your jaw practically hit the floor as Taehoon demonstrated a combo, his limbs moving with lightning speed and precision. You just stood there, dumbfounded, as the realization hit - Taekwondo was definitely not as easy as it looked on TV.

Taehoon stuck his finger in his ear as if he hadn't just done what he just did. "What's with that look? You didn't think it would be that hard, did you?" He smirked. "Don't worry, you can't suck that bad."

Famous last words. As you attempted to mimic the moves on the practice dummy, you somehow ended up tangled and sprawled ungracefully on the mat before even making contact with the prop. Silence prevailed as you sat there, stunned.

Taehoon's eyes widened, equally dumbfounded, before he burst out laughing, clutching his sides. "How...how did you even manage that?"

You glared at him from your position on the floor. "I think I might have broken a bone or two, but glad I could provide the entertainment."

Wiping tears from his eyes, Taehoon shook his head. "Nah, you're definitely not breaking anything except maybe a few laws of physics with those moves." He reached down to haul you up. "But don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now."

As if you would believe anything he says, "You told me it was easy!" You frowned, rubbing away at your backache.

Taehoon shrugged, "Well you're a bit special, but no worries I'll whip you up to shape in no time." He said before roughly patting your back.

"Stop that!" You shouted, swatting his hands away.

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Or what? You'll try to take me down with those killer moves?" He teased, dodging your halfhearted swipe.

You opened your mouth for a retort, but Taehoon cut you off by sweeping your legs out from under you. You landed on the mat with an "oof!"

Taehoon loomed over you, grinning. "See, gotta keep that guard up at all times. Lesson number one- don't let your opponent distract you."

Glaring up at him, you grabbed his ankle and tugged. Taehoon's eyes widened as he lost his balance, crashing down next to you.

You rolled over, propping yourself up on one elbow to smirk victoriously. "Who's the distracted one now?"

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Sleepover

Requested. G/N. Fluff.

Technically the first sleepover wasn't a sleepover, if only because there was very little sleeping done. Heh.

Neither was the second or third.

The fourth, tonight, however very much was.

At least for you. Snoring quietly away, peaceful in the land of slumber.

Taehoon wonders if it would be mean to nudge you awake. The cruel side of him wonders if a gentle kick aimed your way would be well deserved.

Because while you are sleeping soundly, sleep evades Taehoon again. And not in the fun way like the previous times.

If he realised what your sleeping habits actually are like, he would have reconsidered this.

Hours ago, when it was still dark and the sun wasn't starting to peek over the horizon, you shuffled and moved around, mattress bouncing with each movement and Taehoon bouncing too. Until you were cuddled up to him. Timing it perfectly just as he was starting to doze off.

Taehoon sleeps warm, ok. Cuddling is fine, but cuddling through the night is off limits.

He tolerated it for about a minute, which he thinks is already too generous, and moved you off him without disturbance.

You kindly responded by elbowing him in the ribs as you turned over. Completely oblivious, still snoring your stupid little head off and Taehoon briefly thinks that he should throw an elbow your way too.

No, no.

He swallows down his frustration. Gives you a glare in the darkness that you can neither see nor feel but it makes him feel better and tries to drift off again.

Almost fast asleep and then you start muttering.

Fuck. It's annoying but nothing a pillow over your head, he means over his head, covering his own ears obviously, can't solve.

He does just that except-

You scream. Short and shrill, caused by some hellish nightmare (or maybe this entire episode is Taehoon's nightmare) and his eyes snap open.

He's just about to shake you, check if you're ok, maybe just be spiteful and give you a taste of your own medicine but he hears you mumbling again and fuck. fuck. FUCK.

You're still fast asleep.

He doubts you have woken up at any point in the night and it's now 4am. Even the goddamn birds are singing and more than anything in the world, he wishes birds, especially those outside his window, do not exist.

(He could also wish that you weren't here so he could go to sleep, but he thinks that's a step too far.)

Resigned to his fate, to the bags under his eyes, to a day of sluggishness; he has one more failed attempt before he gets up. Decides to be productive, start the day with some stretches, and some Taekwondo movements.

Taehoon throws you another dirty look. Sees you dozing so sweetly he can't help but forgive you for his sleepless night and sneak a kiss to your forehead.

You stir. Gaze at him groggily, "You woke me up," you accuse.

You think his reaction, his growl and the "What the fuck!" as he storms off is a complete overreaction.

[lllstaehoon]

After dating Taehoon for five months, you start to feel the effects of his no PDA rule

“And that’s all for the video! Thanks for watching the WangRu channel and make sure to like and subscribe!” Rumi says to the camera while making kissy faces to a flushed Wangguk.

You take your head buds out and put the phone down. Looking over to Taehoon who was finishing his work out with some stretches, you wonder if you could do an eighth of the PDA Rumi and Wannguk do.

Ever since you two have been dating, he’s been strict about his no PDA rule.

Thinking about all the couples that were holding hands around the mall today, you were feeling a little envious. I mean of course you would, your boyfriend of three months barely acknowledged you as a girlfriend in public. At least behind closed doors(that were locked) he always had his hands on you.

Straddling his hips on his bed, one of his hands rested on your ass and the other under your thigh, it definitely made up for the lack of hand holding in public. It was even better because he was letting you run your hands under his shirt, feeling up each and every ab while letting you shove your tongue into his mouth.

Breaking apart the kiss, you look at the smirk on his face.

Giggling into his neck, Taehoon feels you try to suck it. He pushes it back with a finger.

“What the hell are you doing, I said no marks.” He says squishing your cheeks.

“You didn’t say that. You just said no PDA.” Your muffled voice responds.

“They’re the same thing dumbass.”

Taehoon reaches under his pillow and takes out his vape.

“Baby they’re not the same. Plus we’re like the only couple who don’t hold hands in public.”

“That’s cause PDA is fucking disgusting. Why ruin something decent by being cringey.” Taehoon inhales from his vape, and lets the smoke out.

“I mean it’s pretty cute when you’re the one doing it,” grabbing his vape and inhaling, you squish Taehoon’s face a little till his mouth makes an ‘O’. Shotgunning smoke in.

I don’t see myself finishing this so I’m just gonna post it and see if you guys like it and maybe I’ll pick it up again

[locomoqo]

first time for everything

— taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, protected, its reader's first time!

A/N: WAHHH HI TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS (I lost ur rq while editing im so sorry TT) i hope i did ur request right!!! kinda went overboard with this (wc 2.1k lolol) also one down on my list yippee!!

Taehoon isn't known for being expressive. Stoic and cold, he's got the looks and the body, but ask any girl he’s dated before, and they'll tell you he was distant, maybe even an ass. But ever since meeting Hobin and the rest of the group, he’s started to change, little by little. He still keeps up that tough exterior around others, but when he's with you? That facade crumbles, piece by piece, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He still remembers the first time he met you, and to be honest, he didn’t care much for you back then. But over time, he began searching for your presence in every room he walked into, his hands instinctively seeking yours whenever you were near.

He’s realized something important: he could exist without you, sure, but living without you? That’s something entirely different.

So, he’s been trying—trying to be romantic, to show his affection, just like tonight. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. You and Taehoon had planned a simple night out: dinner, followed by a quiet stroll through the city. The weather was fine when you left, the sky clear, and neither of you bothered checking the forecast.

But, of course, halfway through your walk, the sky darkened ominously. The first raindrop hit Taehoon’s cheek, and before you could even register what was happening, it was pouring. The kind of downpour where even an umbrella wouldn’t have been much help—not that you had one.

His hand found yours as the rain came down in sheets, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes almost immediately. “C’mon, we’ve got to find shelter.” he said as he put his jacket over your head. You both broke into a sprint, your shoes sloshing in the growing puddles, water splattering up your legs as you ran.

After a few minutes of dashing through the rain-soaked streets, you found temporary cover beneath the awning of a small convenience store. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering occasionally as if protesting the weather.

“I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon,” Taehoon muttered, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check the weather. It was almost as if he had been cursed today because, to his surprise, his phone was dead. You shivered, your wet clothes clinging to your skin like a second, uncomfortable layer.

“So… now what?” you ask, trying to sound optimistic, but even you could hear the weariness in your voice. He scanned the street, brows furrowed. Most places were either closed or looked far too expensive for a short stay. But then his gaze caught something in the distance—a neon pink sign glowing faintly through the mist of rain.

A love hotel.

His gaze drifts over to you, observing your tired and freezing state. His gaze drifts back to the hotel, it’s embarrassing, but you’re both soaked, cold, and honestly exhausted. “...I have an idea.” He hesitantly suggests the idea of staying at the love hotel for the night. You followed his gaze, spotting the hotel’s unmistakable pink glow.

A sigh escaped your lips, half-amused and half-resigned. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d ever imagined staying in, especially not under these circumstances, but you were soaked to the bone, and the idea of a warm, dry room was becoming more appealing by the second.

“Sure I guess we don’t have much of a choice,” you say with a nod, your voice tinged with humor despite the absurdity of it all. With a shrug and a mutual understanding, the two of you dash through the rain once more, making your way towards the hotel entrance.

The lobby was clean but unmistakably catered to a certain type of clientele. Soft, suggestive lighting bathed the room in a warm glow. The hotel clerk barely looked up as you approached, not fazed in the slightest by the soggy couple in front of her. Clearly, she’d seen it all before.

You can’t help but laugh a little at the situation as she handed the keycard to him. “Never thought our first stay at a love hotel would be like this,” you joke, nudging Taehoon with your shoulder. He only grumbles and nudges you back, pocketing the keycard before walking off to go to your room.

“Well… this is cozy,” you said with a small laugh, trying to break the tension. You grabbed one of the complimentary robes from the closet, grateful for something dry to wear. Taehoon did the same, tossing his soaking wet jacket over the back of a chair.

The robe was soft against your skin, warming you almost instantly. You both slipped into the large bed, the thick blankets swallowing you up in their warmth. Despite the slightly awkward circumstances, the room itself was comfortable, and you found yourself relaxing into the plush pillows. The rain outside continued its relentless rhythm, drumming softly against the windows. It was oddly soothing now that you were out of it, tucked away in a cozy room with nothing to do but rest (or at least that’s what you thought).

Taehoon watched you for a moment before he reached out, his hand finding yours under the blankets. He didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The sudden contact has you turning your head to him, “What?” You ask with a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “Nothing.” He says, “You just look pretty in this lighting.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. You giggle at his words, “Is this really the Taehoon Seong I know?” You joke, shuffling under the sheets to get closer to him. 

The space between you narrows, your eyes flickering briefly to his lips. That subtle movement prompts his hand to slide to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. It was meant to be soft, sweet—just a gentle press of lips. But when his leg accidentally grazes against your core, drawing a soft moan from you, he instinctively rolls you onto your back, hovering over you. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense than either of you intended.

He nudges his knee against your heat again, and the needy whine that escapes your lips spurs him on. Your hand guides him to your breast, slipping it beneath the fabric of your robe. His thumb circles the sensitive peak, the kiss growing even deeper, as if testing the limits. Your hands tremble slightly before finding their place on his chest, pressing gently against the warmth of his skin. The lingering kiss stirs something between you, a tension that had been building all night.

You’ve been here before—kissing, touching, letting your hands roam—but tonight feels different. There's an urgency in the way he touches you, a hunger that hasn't surfaced before. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a heated path in their wake. The soft sigh that escapes your mouth only encourages him further, as your body arches into his touch.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice thick with desire but still filled with care.

You nod, breath catching in your throat as his hand slides your robe open, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast. Meeting his gaze, you see the mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes, and it sends your heart racing.

“Taehoon…” you whisper, and he hums in response. “You know how we’ve never actually...done it before?” you ask, your voice hesitant. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What if we changed that? Tonight?”

His brow furrows slightly, processing your words. “Are you...sure?”

“Yes.” You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his arms, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers. With that, the atmosphere shifts. The kiss becomes hungrier, more insistent, your bodies pressing together as the heat between you both rises. His hands explore your body with newfound confidence, pulling you closer until there’s hardly any space left between you. Anticipation builds, making your pulse race.

A mix of excitement and nervousness washes over you, but it’s overpowered by how much you want this. How much you want him.

Taehoon pulls back for a moment, his hands cradling your face with such gentleness, grounding you amidst the growing intensity. He looks at you like you’re his entire world.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When you nod again, he stares at you for a moment longer, feeling his restraint slowly breaking.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises, his voice soft but heavy with desire.

His hand ventures lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his long, slender fingers sliding effortlessly against the slickness of your arousal. You bite your lip as he smiles, murmuring, “Already so wet.” He glances at you briefly, then back down at the glistening wetness between your thighs.

Throwing the covers over his head, he adjusts himself on the bed, moving closer to your core. A shiver runs through you as he pulls your underwear down, and a sharp gasp escapes when his tongue traces a slow line between your folds. Instinctively, you want to close your legs, but he holds them apart, his grip firm.

The way he devours you is intoxicating, and you can feel the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside. He knows exactly how it's affecting you—the sounds spilling from your lips make him grind against the bed, chasing some of his own relief.

“T–Taehoon-!” you moan, and that's when he decides to bring his fingers into play. He thrusts them inside you with deliberate, powerful movements, causing your thighs to tremble and your moans to come faster. He hums against your core, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you. The knot in your stomach tightens with every precise curl of his fingers and the attention his tongue gives your clit.

It's clear this isn’t his first time. You know it’s not. But it’s the first time he’s doing this with genuine intent to please, rather than just seeking a quick release. As you come undone beneath him, he withdraws his fingers slowly, savoring the taste of you. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before leaning up and pressing his lips to yours again. Your hands fumble with his shirt while he works to remove his pants. He breaks the kiss, his gaze shifting to the bedside table.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused by the sudden pause. He opens the drawer, pulling out a condom.

“Protection,” he says simply, tearing the packet open with his teeth. You giggle, “You should do that more often.”

“Are you implying we’re going to be doing this more often?” he asks with a smirk, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Well, that depends,” you tease, a playful smile on your lips, “on whether or not you do our first time justice.” Taehoon rolls his eyes but there’s a touch of seriousness in the air. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?” he quietly says, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Slowly, he eases himself inch by inch into you. You gasp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you adjust to his size. He stays still, giving you time to get used to the feeling. “You alright?” he groans, pressing gentle kisses to your face, wiping away your tears. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking. “M–Mhm,” you manage, squeezing his hand as you exhale shakily. He begins to move, dragging his length out slowly before thrusting back in, drawing a sharp moan from your lips.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, your body trembling as he finds a steady rhythm. He starts slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but soon his pace quickens. Your soft walls grip him with each stroke, and his breathing grows heavy as you pull at his hair, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. The sound of your moans drives him wild, his own deep groans mingling with yours.

“You feel so good, too good,” he grunts, burying his face in your neck, biting and kissing as he continues to move. Your moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as sweat beads on your skin, your head lolling to the side.

“I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum–!” you pant, legs tightening around his waist as you approach your peak. Taehoon’s thrusts become more urgent, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice strained with desire.

You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Taehoon follows soon after, his movements slowing as he cums into the condom, his body finally coming to rest.

“So,” he starts, lifting his head from your neck with a smug grin, “did I do our first time some justice?”

[lozchi]

I saw your last one shot with Taehoon and it's really cool, i like it a lot. could you write something with seong taehoon x fem reader, something soft where he is in middle school and he is in love with reader but they are not dating maybe before he met Do Woon or during their friendship(

Nothing.

A/N: saw the word "soft", couldn't reject Pairing: Taehoon Seong x F!Reader Themes: A lot more dialogue than usual, a little less language as well. :)

Sunny skies, chirping birds, the fresh air, the indistinct chattering of the students fill the hallways - You happily skid your way past classrooms, feeling like everything is aligning perfectly.

That is until, Taehoon steps in front of you with a scowl. You might be wondering what’s exactly got him so riled up. Though you know he's unlikely to spill if you ask, it doesn't hurt to try, especially when it's you.

”What’s gotten you in such a pissy mood?” You inquire, noting the tension in his expression on his oh-so-handsome face.

Gosh, how long you could stare at his kissable lips, ruffle with his hair and—

”I’m not in a pissy mood.” He retorts, followed by a faint “hmph”.

Yup. He’s definitely pissed.

Without warning, he grabs your arm and drags you to the library.

”Ugh! What’s with you today?”

You try to shove him away, but Taehoon is immovable as ever.

”Nothing.”

It’s definitely not nothing, particularly when he's unusually clingy, like a child seeking protection from his mother. Sure, he’s probably got mommy issues, but it isn’t this bad to the point he’s looking for a substitute.

Anyway, you aren’t a mind reader. So you’re not gonna stop being an inquisitive bitch until you get an answer. But before you can even voice your thoughts, Taehoon starts muttering.

”Remember the guy you helped when some twerps were bothering him?” He asks, avoiding your gaze.

You take a moment to recall the incident he's referring to, realizing soon enough who he means.

”Uh-huh. That guy from class E, I think? What about him?”

A heavy silence fills the air. Taehoon struggles to find the right words to express what's bothering him. You raise a brow, awaiting an explanation while he still struggles to speak. For about 15 seconds, he keeps his grip on your arm, though it gradually loosens when he finally speaks up again.

”He wants to ask you out.”

He finally mutters, seeming to realize that his own feelings aren't really relevant to the situation.

You take a moment to absorb his words before playfully smacking him on the cheek, causing him to flinch at your unexpected action.

Are you… teasing him?

"Is that why you looked so pissed today?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Are you jeal-”

”No.”

He bluntly replies, but his flushed face says so otherwise.

”Ugh, then why are you so troubled with the fact that he wants to ask me out?”

”I’m just, well…”

It's not like Taehoon has any right to be angry. After all, he spends most of his time with you, whether it's training in the dojang, playing Tekken at the arcade, or even the occasional sleepovers you both have. There's hardly a moment when you're apart, which might just stem from his internalized fear of being separated from you.

He's worried.

So worried, in fact, that the thought of having to let go of you terrifies him, consuming his thoughts entirely, that it’s probably inevitable that detatching himself from you is his only option.

”Forget it, just let me know when you’re going.” He finally concedes, his tone resigned.

Knowing Taehoon, it's either A.) he'll "casually" follow you during your date to "ensure your safety," or B.) the date won't happen at all. He won't fucking allow it. He won’t let it. No, not ever.

He releases your arm with a weary sigh, about to turn and leave, when you burst into laughter uncontrollably.

”Pfffft!\~ You’re so pathetic sometimes, y’know? How hard is it to admit that you’re jealous?”

”I am not!”

”You are\~”

You tease, a grin spreading across your face.

”Tch, whatever.”

He grumbles, unable to hide the slight flush creeping up his neck.

——

When you return to your classroom, a note sits on your desk, undoubtedly from the guy Taehoon mentioned. It reads, "Please meet me at the school gym after break.” the penmanship even better than yours and Taehoon’s combined.

”You’re not planning on going out with him, are ya?”

Taehoon asks, slyly slinging his arm around your shoulder.

”What do you think my answer will be?”

You reply smugly, pulling him closer.

”Das for you to tell me. What will it be?”

”Hmm, I dunno—”

”Oh, come on.”

Taehoon rolls his eyes in half-disbelief.

Soon enough, you make your way to the gym with Taehoon by your side. There's a bit of bickering and some comments from him about how it's a waste of time to go out with a schoolmate you barely speak to, suggesting it would be better to train with him instead.

As you spot the guy, Taehoon follows closely behind. You turn to face him, silently mouthing a "what" as he stays glued to your side.

”Dude, we need a moment.”

You whisper-shout, but he only rolls his eyes.

”Okay, fine. But if he does something wrong, just signal me and I won’t hesitate to jump him, kick his ass, ruin his life, fuck him up so bad- no, I don’t mean fuck fuck, but like ruin his life to the—”

And with that, you leave Taehoon behind, sighing hopelessly as he wonders if he'll ever muster the same courage as the boy confessing to you now. But for now, it seems like an impossible feat.

He watches from a distance, his expression stoic as he observes the bashful interaction between you and the boy.

”Fuck, maybe I am jealous.”

Taehoon grumbles, his lips pressing together tightly as his thoughts consume him.

What if he isn’t enough for you? What if his personality is a bit too much to handle? What if you really went out with someone else who isn’t- Taehoon? What if deep down, you know his feelings for you but you only decide to ignore because you’re not exactly sure how to reject him?

”What if—?”

"Taehoon, let's go."

You interject with a smile, breaking his train of thought. He stares back blankly as you inquire;

"You alright?”

A part of him—no, every fiber of his being wishes you had rejected the boy. He doesn't want you with anyone else. It's selfish, he knows, but he's unwilling to let you slip away, unwilling to waste a moment he can't spend with you. Fucking cringy as it may sound, it's the truth.

”What did you tell him?” Taehoon asks nonchalantly, trying to mask his inner turmoil.

"I told him if you couldn't come, I wasn't interested. Then he mentioned it was supposed to be a date, and you could come as the third wheel.” ”And then?” "I couldn't picture you agreeing to just being a third wheel, so I said no.”

You reply with a shrug.

Taehoon cartwheels internally, trying his hardest not to smile with the information you just gave him. He silently celebrates the fact that you prioritized HIM over a potential date. Deep down, he wants to shout with joy, scream “FUCK YEAH, TAKE THAT, PUSSY!” But of course, he suppresses all his emotions.

”Then, are you free after school tomorrow?” ”Uh-huh.” ”What about the day after tomorrow?” ”Yup!” ”And the day after that?” ”I have cram school but I’ll make some time for you.” ”What about the day after…”

As the two of you stroll outside the campus, engaged in a lighthearted, nonsensical conversation, Taehoon discreetly pulls out pieces of paper out of his pockets.

"What are those?" You inquire, your curiosity piqued by his secretive actions.

"Nothing."

He replies casually, though there's a mischievous glint in his eye as he swiftly empties his pockets, throwing a collection of love letters from other students (that have been sent your way, perhaps out of protectiveness or simply to spare you the hassle of dealing with them yourself)into a nearby bin.

He clings onto your arm once more; ”Nothing important at all.”