#wolfytae-exe asks

[agustdiv1ne]

I NEEDED TO SUMMON YOU IT WAS NEEDED OF ME

IT WAS MY DUTY.

for this

i rest now.

OH. OH????????? OH MY GOD????????????????

also why did u use this pic I'M VERY FRAGILE RN BC OF HIM AND HIS FUCKING TIKTOK

[boba-beom]

SMILES BEOMGYU IS COMING OUT WITH A WORK OUT VIDEO SOON WE HAVE TO PREPARE.

WE ARENT MAKING IT OUT OF HERE CHAT

CIDNXID CICI I AM NAWT READY OMFG 8 EPISODES AND WITH POTENTIAL GUESTS?! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS,,, KANG TAEHYUN?! 🫠🥴

BUFFGYU IS COMING BACK 🫠

[miupow]

♪ ☁️ things txt would say during makeup sex .ᐟ

─── ♡ [ 🎧 ] NSFW, MDNI .ᐟ service top sub!soobin, cowgirl, doggy style, oral sex (f. rec), begging, soft dom!yeonjun, mean dom!beomgyu, missionary, teasing, soft!tyun, subby!hueningkai, size kink if you squint

soobin -> "'m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m— i’m gonna cum!“ 

-> his service top behavior jumps 100%  -> just wants to make you feel good, use his body to make yourself cum ;( if he's a good boy, will you forgive him? he'll do anything you ask! sit on his face, ride him, fuck you in doggy.. as long as he's making you happy :>t -> holds you super tight around the middle when you're bouncing on his cock :< cuddles you against his chest so sweet so you can hear his pretty moans!! -> will actually grovel n beg for forgiveness just to be able to cum inside

yeonjun -> "let me make it up to you, baby~" 

-> softer n gentler than usual :( soft carresses, no spanking n gripping, no calling himself daddy, just sweet gentle jjunie making love to his girl~ -> lots of kisses, both on your lips n all over ur body~  -> hates it when ur mad at him, gets so pouty n sad :(( babies you so soft n sickly sweet you forget why you're upset in the first place  -> eating pussy is his favorite way to get you to forgive him! can't stay mad when he's between your thighs giving you mindblowing head heehe

beomgyu -> "awe, you don't look so mad now, princess” 

-> fucks you stupid so you forget what you were arguing about :> doesn’t go softer or sweeter, goes harder even eeeekk -> likes missionary for makeup sex so he can watch ur face n tease you for looking less n less angry the more he dicks you down lol -> honestly he just makes you more mad at him but the dick is so good you can’t do anything about it >///<  -> makes it up to you by genuinely apologizing with a sweet kiss after he’s made the both of you cum <3

taehyun -> “do you forgive me, angel?” 

-> lots of sweet “i love you”s n praise :> absolute pillow princess treatment, kissing your pout :( -> also becomes a total service top when you’re mad at him heehee.. he’ll make you forgive him one way or another -> won’t give you his cock but will give you his mouth or his fingers, fuck you open nice n slow while he tells you how sorry he is for upsetting you ;( even if it was you who started it :3 -> makes you cum multiple multiple times eeee, won’t stop until you’re shaking and promising that you’ve forgiven him for his misdeeds lol 

hueningkai -> “feels so good, love you so much!!” 

-> oh baby boy HATES when you argue!!! he can’t stand you being upset with him or vice versa… your boyfie has to make it better immediately!! -> soooo many kisses n cuddles n sweet sweet words,,, you’re his baby, his darling, the love of his life… he’s such a sweet talker when he needs to be lol -> ohhh he’s so sweet n gentle when he’s fucking you open as an “i’m sorry”… big fat cock filling you up so good it makes your eyes roll back >< lots of attention to your tits n belly, rubbing your thighs, etc  -> nuzzles your neck n whispers soft in your ear :( drapes his big broad body over yours so you’re all tangled together :((

taglist: @wintertxt, @boba-beom, @wolfytae-exe, @takemehye, @naomiarai , @mapofthemazeinthemirror , @bunnie-hq , @doumachi, @numxra, @soobinsbuns, @taegimood, @jeniihss, @soobabby, @hhoneylix , @beargyuuzz, @fullbodyblankets , @xenkimmie, @ttaesoob, @shinyngirl , @lxnoluvr, @blxxsss , @ode2soob , @beom-gyubears, @ashiixari, @lurking-coconut, @horanghaelovr, @yyeonzi, @paegesoobin , @nightlyhyuka, @urstylezx , @f4iryfever

[hyewka]

THE CHOI HOPPER | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY | you flirt with two people at the same time, whos to tell you to settle down? you’re a college student for fucksakes—this quite literally might be the only chance you get to be a little fucked up and have fun. but clearly, some unnamed force doesn’t want you to have fun because when you come to find out that the two boys you’ve been talking to are close, extremely close—in fact, they’re fucking best friends…and live together, everything becomes more complicated than you initially sought for.

GENRE | college au, love triangle, smut, fluff, humour

PAIRING | choi beomgyu x f!reader x choi soobin

TAGLIST | @stolasisyourparent @esther-kpopstan @soobhns @kyanmeai @heegyuwrld @karaomi @wolfytae-exe @mental-hollows @seungmongch @heiiolifeee @forrds @lovelylusts @soraokkotsu @soobsfairy444 @ruraur @gyuspeach @ninoshome1 @bucketofhiros @wintertxt @notevenheretbh1 @beomiiev @sanasour @vampsan @endlessheadache @hooniesuniverse @miwanudlez @nhularin @soobiverse @huening-kawaii comment or send an ask to be added

AUTHOR NOTE | i don’t know how this is going to go, but i’m going to risk it and head into the sea of sharks hahahahahashxggxxgdg (im totally not insane.)✌️

⁰⁰¹ THE CHOI HOPPER | PART ONE (tba)

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 | smut, humor

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 | beomgyu, the campus manwhore, decided to pull out a chair next to you in a row full of empty seats at your physics class (you’ve never seen him in the class before)—just great.

WORD COUNT | to be added.

⁰⁰² THE CHOI HOPPER | PART TWO (tba)

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 | smut, humor, fluff

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 | to be added.

WORD COUNT | to be added.

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© HYEWKA 2023-24

[moamidzyism]

girl best friend ii (c.sb)

genre. angst + smau

tags. soobin x fem!reader, featuring sieun from stayc + kai from txt + lia from itzy, exes (kinda) to lovers (kinda), idk if there’s anything to warn but lmk if i missed anything

a/n. you asked and i delivered!! part two!!! i think i’m kind of satisfied with this ending

more of my work

part one

taglist: @boba-beom @bunnie-hq @isabellah29 @pluviophile-xx @dejavu-jun @wolfytae-exe @naomiarai @yutacchin @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @binluvsu @tinyelfperson @nikilvrfvr @wccycc @ryunjin0 @hyunjinvoid @hyunfm @tyunzonlystar @mong-mong-seungmin @jjklvr9 @wayvisyummy @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @snghoonluv @itzzz-yerin @ujisworld @milanco @meowiejuns

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[gyutarling]

WRAPPED ᯤ

your boyfriend of 2 years, choi beomgyu, dumps you out of nowhere! oh, and did i forget to mention that he's also a rising indie musician? now you're left with a broken heart, and a spotify streaming history full of his songs. this year's spotify wrapped should be interesting...

three — elliott smith?? like from the smiths????

warnings! — justin bieber. that's it i think. (also ignore timestamps lol)

two ⋆ masterlist ⋆ four

note: i was supposed to get this out on wednesday but school ended up kicking my ass >:( sorry every1!!!

TAGLIST (italics = can't tag!) @nhularin @woncheecks @gyumibear @snawvie @run2seob @bgomtori @cheesemonky @malikazz243 @gyujns @skzeyeu @jebi-won @ququb444hm @jungwonsrightdimplesposts @matcha-binz @whippedforbeomgyu @doumachi @soobsfairy444 @notevenheretbh1 @gyulight @lotties-readings @hyuk4ngel @wolfytae-exe @mikitaxt @itwillbealways-d @ciaoui @run4gyu @outrologist @cassie6392 @punnypuppylove @cremebrulee666 @kyuyalove @buttersmama @ja4hyvn @sanasour @tocupid @wqsty @h34rts-4-m3 @destairea @20-cms @pinkishyng @maddieesunnnn @alpha-mommy69 @calumsfringe @elissasimp @angeloftomato @binluvsu @b-beolvzs @koizekomi @soobswvrld @kyanmeai @hermitanatta @tyunsrealgf @thesunoosshining @shineelix @royallyjjk @cha0thicpisces @jakevascaino @yunberrie (send an ask to be added!)

[bowlofsoob]

O4 thank you, next — awkward fancalls

notes; all of soobin’s accounts are yn and all of yns accounts are soobin until the end of their birthday

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The call went through and you were soon faced with your two best friends staring right at you, or in this case Soobin, through your phone. For a split second you thought they were frozen from the way they weren’t moving until Hueningkai let out a screech of surprise and threw the phone.

“Hello?” You called out in a voice that wasn’t your own as you now had a view of their ceiling. A few seconds later Taehyun picked up the phone and slowly turned it to face them once again, but now both of their mouths were wide open.

“I can’t believe you’re Soobin,” Taehyun slowly murmurs, taking about a hundred screenshots, “Can you say my name?”

“Shut the fuck up and help me, Taehyun,” you deadpan, annoyed they weren’t seeing the severity of the situation.

“Don’t use his pretty mouth to curse!” Taehyun reprimands, “Now please make a cheek heart, I need a new profile photo for my stan twitter account.”

“I hate you guys,” you sigh, but you oblige.

“This feels like a fancall!” Hueningkai says as he claps, “Can you do aegyo?”

You’re about ready to hang up after that.

“Do you two believe me now?” You ask, nervously rubbing at your face, “What am I supposed to do?”

“Live life as Soobin I suppose?” Taehyun suggests, still intently staring at you, “Wow, his skin is beautiful up close.”

“I guess so,” you murder defeatedly, “Wait.”

You squint as the phone lights up with a notification. You tilt down the phone as it vibrates and you see your twitter username flashing across the top of your screen.

“Oh my god, I think Soobin’s texting me!” you gasp, “I’ll text you guys later.”

“Wait! How big is—,”

Thankfully, you end the call before Hueningkai can finish his sentence.

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ᝰ✧ — masterlist — prev | next

the reason the group chats/contact names are different is cus they’re on each others phones so hope it makes sense

comment on this post if i can use ur username in future chapters as a fan account!

୨୧✧ — author notes; sorry y’all my macbook fucking broke and i didn’t wanna type this up on my ipad 😭 GOT A NEW ONE THO SO FINALLY AN UPDATE FOR YALL

୨୧✧ — synopsis; in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

ᝰ✧ — [1/3] taglist is open! @cartierfiles @lunavixia @jungwonderz @bubblytaetae @goldennika @zzzavid @astrozuya @odisdad @destairea @iwaplant @itssaturdaytoday @hoodiebangtan @sunseeking-cryptid @outerspace02a @buttersmama @luvtyun @vianna99 @matcha-binz @doumachi @pinghyuka @soobsdior @binluvsu @tyussday @xavi-in-kpopland @bervaose @birdie-vhs @hearts4huening @reyarain @gyubatuu @tridentgumfreshy @rjsmochii @ckline35 @mochiixsstuff @bluuswanrina @beomnioa @bluxjun @yelsuki @gugggu6gvai @thesassy-mia @222brainrot @itswinteress @cindywasneverhere @kimgyuuu @fatoompie @haohyo @jongseongslvr @soobinsman @wolfytae-exe @ener-energy @malarign @tocupid @phtogravi

[simplygyuu]

Popstar : 010 - Whos house am I at...?

synopsis : its 2007 and childhood star choi beomgyu is in the middle of his fall from grace. he constantly goes out to parties, getting wasted and making dumb decisions. he seems to have absolutely no regard for his career anymore and has made a complete change from his old sweetheart personality. you are the manager for another rowdy popstar choi yeonjun, one of beomgyus only friends. but what will you do when management switches you and beomgyus manager, making you watch over the troublesome popstar? he seems to make it his life mission to do everything you tell him not to do, but maybe theres underlying issues that led him to acting this way..

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notes ! : ummm.... surprise! 😓 sorry for such a long wait! its soso hard for me to find motivation but a few people sent me asks and it helped me find the motivation again :)

popstar taglist : @beoms-sugar @squiishymeow @beomnioa @jwnghyuns @bluebearybeom @soobin-chois @wccycc @myknifeyourlife @itzxvaxella @woncheecks @junebug032 @rgyui @kaedescrush @beomsitez @n0-thisispatrick @yumilovesloona @fairy-of-sugar @jaxavance @cookiehaos @heyanonymous123 @fairyofshampgyu @flowerbe0m @20-cms @suzirumas @yoongiigolden @choi-beomgyulvr @cherrybeomz @y0iy0i @il0vebeomgyu @yeehawnana @soobsfairy444 @zaizai1 @anonella22 @wildesreblogs @lilyidk03 @sanasour @r1k1slvr @ghostfacefricker6969 @koeuh @jhopesucker @ox1-lovesick @mrowwww @sulliefimmie @yubegom @txtmetonight @sieuneo @schmocolateschmchip @axo-l0tl @run2seob @gyuulvr @moa4lifeee @moon-gyus @rainbowszi @n034sy @wolfytae-exe @beomurang @wonioml

taglist is closed :)

[farewelln3verland]

Never letting go

pairing: beomgyu x cici

description: when cici without, meaning to, falls into a fic, she's met with an ice prince named beomgyu, who swears to never let them go.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY,@wolfytae-exe CICI! you're such a light, and i'm so excited to call you a moot <3

cici was known for writing wonderful stories of her own, but she always wondered when she'd get her own fairytale. the smut, the fluff, the boys...none of that occurred in real life, and cici was sick of it.

one night, cici was eating chipotle alone, casually scrolling through tumblr, when a fic about beomgyu caught her attention. not that they all don't, because it had beomgyu in it, but this one seemed special.

it featured an ethereal picture of her bias, him, lips parted, looking on into her soul. so of course, cici clicked on read more.

"hello, princess."

cici startles, falling off her bed with a sharp 'ow.' coming from the floor.

"are you okay?" the voice comes into view: a boy with a handsome brown haircut, beautiful skin, and deep eyes. beomgyu.

cici blinks. "not again-" she groans. this was not the first time cici had hallucinated after no sleep and a particularly good fic.

"do you normally call princes into your room, angel?" he asks, his voice smooth, calm, and just a tiny bit amused. he reaches out a hand in an offer to help her off the floor.

"i-no..." cici mumbles, unsure if she should be talking to this ethereal mirage. then she might really be crazy.

"what's this...toombeller?" he tries to pronounce, holding up the phone, gesturing at the app.

so her hallucination knew phones, but not tumblr? interesting. one would assume it would be the other way around.

"that's tumblr, and you can read on it." cici decides to eventually tell him, sitting on the bed.

"huh." he mumbles, lips parting slightly, as he begins looking. "wait a minute- doll. this is me. why do i have books about me? WHY IS THERE SEXUAL CONTENT ABOUT ME?" he progressively gets more bothered and disturbed, waving the phone in cici's face.

"uh, well..." well, what, cici? spit it out! it cant be that hard, defend yourself!!

it had been two days since beomgyu appeared. sorry, prince beomgyu. cici had thrown away her ideas of him being a hallucination, as firstly, other people could see him, and second.....oh second.

cici felt as if she was in a whirlwhind romance. he'd charmed her just as much as idol beomgyu had.

turns out, he wasn't as silly as the beomgyu she knew, but he was just as sweet and kind. and just as good as all the tumblr writers had imagined.

he felt the same way that cici did. he was in love for the first time in his life.

he knew he should try a way to get home, but he knew his kingdom would be in good hands with his younger brother taehyun.

and so, with that thought in mind, beomgyu offered to stay.

and cici accepted.

they lived happily ever after.

the end.

extra: "HEY CICI!" beomgyu waves excitedly into the camera, and his eyes seem to meet yours through the device. "i'm so excited it's your birthday, and i know you'll do wonderful things this year, even if it is just biasing me." he winks.

"move-" a strong hand shoves beomgyu out of camera, and a pink haired taehyun appears in a simple black shirt and sweatpants, offering a sweet smile. "hi cici! happy birthday. i wish you all the best, and all the knowledge you need for this year." he waves, then leans in closer. "but i swear. this year, you are mine." he mouths, reaching up, and turning off the video message.

[taegimood]

*ੈ ‧₊˚ moots & anons *ੈ ‧₊˚

— moots: @matchaxmatcha 🌱 (#mootie matcha! 🌱) @wolfytae-exe 🐾 (#mootie cici! 🐾) @mapofthemazeinthemirror / @napofawhalien / @afterbluehours 🪷 (#mootie cee! 🪷) @mazeinthemoon / @napofamoon🌛 (#mootie moon!🌛) @nightlyawnzz 💫 (#mootie lia! 💫) @hyuk4ngel 🍒 (#mootie fay! 🍒) @soobasaur / @bowlofsoob🪽 (#mootie kai! 🪽) @jistagrams 🍜 (#mootie c! 🍜) @y2xnjn 🎀 (#mootie clio! 🎀) @naomiarai 🐇 (#mootie naomi! 🐇) @majestyjun 🥀 (#mootie mille! 🥀) @huckleberrykai 🫐 (#mootie berry! 🫐) @razsberrie 🍓 (#mootie berrie! 🍓) @bincakes 🪼 (#mootie nini! 🪼) @txtistheloml 🎧 (#mootie evelyn! 🎧) @doumachi 🌷 (#mootie mey! 🌷) @agustdiv1ne🪞(#mootie ashlee!🪞) @dearlyjun 🗝️ (#mootie ash! 🗝️) @yjnberry 🪭 (#mootie kura! 🪭) @hyhkai 🦋 (#mootie dev! 🦋) @boba-beom🧋(#mootie smiles!🧋) @tyunkus🥂 (#mootie kumi!🥂) @huexuri🪻(#mootie xuri!🪻) @soobinsonly1bf🌲 (#mootie em!🌲) @hyewka💄 (#mootie rana!💄)

@hyukalyptus 🪶 (#mootie hp! 🪶)

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[wolfytae-exe]

I'm genuinely curious. I dont wanna be rude but what size is that

https://www.tumblr.com/wolfytae-exe/740906344117305344/nsfw?source=share

i’m sorry anon, but i don’t understand your question 😭 what size is her boobs? like im not sure what you’re trying to ask me

[agustdiv1ne]

OH GOOD YAY I WAS JUST GONNA ASK ON ANON SKSJWK

i won’t lie i’m no photographer skejkw and my phone setting were not right for the concert but they hold a special spot in my heart :>

I KNEW IT WAS U CICI!! and eeek i'm sure seeing them live was amazing!! i rly do get it LOL my yoongi concert vids and pics are a mess (they are v shaky bc my brain couldn't handle seeing him in person) and i think u can hear me crying during snooze so...ur concert pics are much better than mine, trust 🙏

also totally not insanely jealous of u rn

[boba-beom]

MY BABY OMG WAHHHHHHHHH

IM SO READY FOR MY THURSDAY TO BE FOCUSED ON WORKOUT GYU!!! the ballerina one is taking me out, he’s so cute I wanna pinch his cheeks BUFF!GYU PENDING

[miupow]

Just Like Magic! | K. TH

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩.” -Blaise Pascal

❝You're a novice witch in love with her mentor, something frowned upon and taboo, especially when it comes to magick; but you just can't help it, Taehyun is simply too talented and handsome! you're content with admiring from afar... but when you get ahold of an ancient spellbook with a recipe for a curious potion, your curiosity takes over.❞

✦ PAIRING: warlock!kang taehyun x witch!fem!reader ✦ RATING: NSFW, MDNI! ✦ WORDS: 6.8k ✦ WARNINGS: smut, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, fantasy au, dubcon elements, aphrodisiacs, oral sex (f. and m. rec), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, wet dreams, f2?, power imbalance, powerplay, name calling, degradation kink, rough sex ✦ A/N: this is not proofread! inspired by an ask from @napofamoon~~ your brain is so huge and i love it so much, so happy to be mooties w you :3

taglist: @wintertxt , @boba-beom , @wolfytae-exe , @takemehye , @naomiarai , @mapofthemazeinthemirror , @bunnie-hq , @doumachi , @numxra , @soobinsbuns , @taegimood , @jeniihss , @soobabby , @hhoneylix , @beargyuuzz , @fullbodyblankets , @xenkimmie, @ttaesoob , @shinyngirl , @lxnoluvr , @blxxsss , @ode2soob, @beom-gyubears, @ashiixari, @lurking-coconut , @horanghaelovr , @yyeonzi , @paegesoobin , @nightlyhyuka, @i814hue, @f4iryfever

Taehyun had warned you that this witch was a bit of a hoarder, but nothing could have prepared you for the marvel that was her cottage; from the floor to the ceiling old and rickety bookcases flanked every possible open space, packed to the brim with every book you could have possibly thought of, accompanied by all sorts of trinkets, herbs and crystals-- your eyes scanned over the washed-out spines, fading ink hardly legible on most of them; A Hundred and One Ways To Use Fairy Dust. Potionmaking for the Hearth and Home. The Greater Area Magickal Beast Encyclopedia. Simple Charms For Everyday Life. "Hey, Taehyun, look at this!" you called over your shoulder, already anticipating your mentor's irritated sigh. "There's a book all about magical mushrooms, wouldn't that help us with this stupid assignment we're on--?"

You reach out for the battered green textbook but Taehyun's quick to slap your hand away, brow furrowed over his big brown eyes-- he was cute when he was angry, and you delighted in annoying him to his wit's end. "I said don’t touch anything; Don’t make me look like a fool when we're only here for ingredients. And we're here on the behalf of the Crown, thank you, nothing about this is stupid. You're being childish."

"He's made us travel half across the kingdom for a fancy cologne, essentially. I think it's a little silly." you retort under your breath. Taehyun turns away from you sharply with an angry huff, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from grinning.

"It's a luck spell, not a cologne. Don't you want our Prince to succeed at his first banquet?"

"He just wants it for all of the girls that will be there," you laugh. "You and I both know this has nothing to do with his royal duties and everything to do with his flirting skills."

"And that's none of our business." Taehyun answers curtly, though the tick in his jaw shows you that you've struck a nerve-- your mentor had known the crown prince his entire life, grown up with him, and while he cared about him like a brother the Prince also never failed to irk him (and you) with the most outlandish requests. "We're just doing our jobs. Now stay here and keep your hands to yourself, understand? Don't go anywhere, don't touch anything, and I'll be back shortly. I just need to get these mushrooms from the herbalist."

“Why can’t I go with you?” You pout. “You always make me stay behind.”

“Just do as I say.” Taehyun snips, jaw clenching as he begins to walk away.

"Yes, sir." You reply, rolling your eyes at Taehyun's retreating head.

"Good girl," He replies over his shoulder, curt and clipped. An all-too-familiar heat rushes to your cheeks at his words. You used to hate it when he addressed you like that.

You hardly ever listened to what Taehyun told you anyway, so you were quick to continue browsing through the countless shelves once your mentor was out of sight-- you couldn't pass up an opportunity to surround yourselves with the things you loved most; spellbooks. After spending a childhood surrounded by those who hated the craft, your fearful family forbidding you from ever practicing the natural talents you had been born with… you couldn't get enough of reading anything you possibly could. Besides, Taehyun just adored leaving you behind like some squire, never including you in any of his duties– you had to learn for yourself one way or another.

You tip-toed your way through the winding labyrinth of bookshelves, eager fingers and eager eyes analyzing every tome, scanning any title that piqued your interest. It all seemed to be standard fare, however, things that you had read and studied before, so you left them unbothered on the shelves… except…

You had glanced right over it initially, gold title too weathered and faded to read, but its cracked leather cover kept calling to you as you continued down the shelves, making you turn around and walk back to its spot nestled in-between two much larger tomes. Dust stuck to the pad of your finger when you ran it down the book's spine, marveled at the purple cover-- most of the cottage's windows were covered up by all of the piled-on clutter inside, keeping everything veiled in comfortable shade, but cracks and beams of the bright, warm sunshine seeped through and caught the little book in the most mystifying shimmer. You'd never known leather to shine like that, like little crystals embedded into the fabric. Your curiosity gets the better of you; without much self restraint, you pull the small book down in a cloud of dust, tickling your lungs-- you resist the urge to cough the best you possibly could, lest you alert Taehyun or, Gods forbid, the owner of this cottage. You managed a strangled little wheeze instead.

You turn the book around in your hands, inspecting it's cover from all angles; there's nothing on the back, just smooth, purple-ish leather, and the writing on the spine is illegible, but the title is still bold and striking on the front. In careful, hand-written penmanship the words "Love Magick" were written, nothing else. No author's name, no description-- you should just put the book back and carry on, keep yourself out of trouble, but you just couldn’t help from cracking open the pages.

"What an interesting little spellbook you picked, that one." a withered old voice creeps from over your shoulder. "Wouldn't have been my first choice."

You yelp, fumbling, rushing to shove the book back on the shelf-- the old woman behind you laughs, bright and cheerful, and a spindly wrinkled hand comes to pat you on the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-- I mean, I wasn't--!"

"Oh, don't apologize now, dearie. Books were made to be read, after all." She snatches the little spellbook out of your hands, catching you off guard, and takes a hold of the small crystal bifocals that hang around her thin swan neck on a beaded chain. You gaze at her quizzically, taking in her odd appearance; several large gold rings adorn her crooked fingers, matching the gaudy bauble earrings hanging from her ears, so large they made her short, thin frame even frailer-- swathed in a shapeless, faded periwinkle dress that had leaves caught in the hem, grey hair frazzled and reaching up towards the sky, she glittered just as brightly as the spellbook did. She moves the little glasses up to perch on her hooked nose, squinting deeply at the cover of the book, and it took a few moments of perplexed investigation before her wrinkled and sun-spotted face lit up in recognition. "Ah, I remember this one! I haven't looked at these pages in quite some time."

You supposed this must be the herbalist, but you distinctly remember Taehyun describing her as much younger than the woman standing before you. "I'm sorry, madam," You apologize again, twisting your hands together nervously. "I wasn't snooping around, I promise--!"

"Don't lie, now." The old woman chuckles, tracing one long and painted red fingernail over the book's cover. "You were snooping. But that's quite alright, a little curiosity is good for the soul."

You blink owlishly.

"You know, this is one of the rarest books on these shelves," she continues, beady eyes looking upwards to regard her enormous collection. "I've been here for a very long time, and I have many, many books, but there is only one of these little books right here."

"Only one?" You ask quietly, giving the spellbook a wide-eyed stare. It twinkled back at you like it was winking. "Why is that?"

"Why, because I wrote it, of course!" She smiles, flipping quickly through the yellowed pages, regarding them like old friends-- you supposed that they were, in a way. "Many, many years ago. It's nothing fancy, darling, just some home recipes. You can take it if you'd like, I'm far too old for this kind of spellwork now. I think you'd have much more use for it anyway.”

"What, really?" Trying not to seem too eager, you take the book back when she hands it to you, run your fingertips across the title. "What do you mean? I couldn't possibly take this, ma'am--"

"I saw the way you were looking at that handsome wizard you came with, you know. You're ever so obvious." the old woman giggles, her deep set eyes twinkling with mirth. "I remember being young and in love… magick could always help with that, you know."

You squeak and flush hot, head whipping around to make sure no one else was near-- if Taehyun heard any part of this conversation, you'd never be able to look him in the eyes again. "No, it isn't like that! He's my mentor, that's all!" And that's all it will ever be, you thought sadly. Nothing more, nothing less.

"If that's what you would like to believe…" The old woman shrugs, a smile still gracing her wrinkled face. "But I insist, take it. It was calling for you, dearie… it told me itself! Now hurry along before we both get in trouble--"

"Grandma!" another unfamiliar voice calls, a pretty young witch twisting her way through the bookcases to approach you and the old woman. Taehyun followed her with a covered basket nestled in his arms; the ingredients that you had come here for, you presumed. You shove the book haphazardly into your satchel, praying neither of them had noticed anything amiss. Taehyun had irritatingly sharp eyes. "Grandma, I thought I told you to stay in the garden!"

"I was just talking to this lovely young lady here," The old woman-- the Madam's grandmother-- replied brightly, briskly hobbling over to the young witch's side. "You know old hags like me never listen."

"You're not a hag, Grandma, don't say that… I'm sorry about her, she's gotten a little wild in her old age." The Madam sighs, intertwining her arm with her grandmother's. The old woman seemed to find this entire ordeal incredibly amusing. "You're both free to leave now, thank you for your patience. I hope those mushrooms serve the Prince well."

"Thank you, Madam," Taehyun bows, always so polite. He turns and begins to walk to the cottage door, motioning with his fingers for you to follow-- you scramble after him like a lost puppy.

"I like him," You hear the old woman say as the two of you depart.

You had walked to the cottage and therefore had to walk back to your shared hut on castle grounds; you had spent the entire time getting there complaining, but now you followed Taehyun quietly and with your head down as you both trekked through the trees. "You're awfully quiet." Taehyun remarks casually, turning his head to regard you with an unreadable expression. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing." You reply, maybe a little too quickly. Taehyun raises an eyebrow. "Just thinking is all."

It felt as though there was a hole burning through your satchel.

You waited until late that night to finally take a proper look at your new spellbook, having shoved it haphazardly under your pillow when you and Taehyun had finally returned home-- only after you had triple-checked that your mentor was sound asleep did you feel comfortable enough to pull it out and read it. Certainly you were making it a much bigger deal than it needed to be, it was just a book after all… but something about it and what lied in it's pages felt forbidden and sacred to you, something that you should keep hidden from Taehyun, his condescending smirk, and his prying eyes.

Maybe he would get the wrong idea, quite like the old woman. You had no intention of using any of these spells on him.

Holding the candle you kept by your bedside for light, you took in the spellbook's cover once again. Its deep purple color was faded and washed out, dusty and dirty and ages old, yet it was even more beautiful in the moonlight. The night sky shone through an open window near your bed, catching the cover like little stars captured and woven into the leather… You could never place it inconspicuously on Taehyun's bookshelf, amongst his boring canvas-wrapped manuals and journals. You could never place it anywhere where he could possibly find it at all; it was far too brilliant, too eye-catching. You would simply have to keep it tucked away in the safety of your bedroom.

You crack open the book, it's spine cracking from disuse. Instead of a proper book, like you had expected, your eyes met the pages of what seemed to be a journal; pages and pages of messy scribbles and notes, crammed on small pieces of twine-bound parchment, recipes and spell incantations and notes about any spellcasting ingredient you could possibly think of. There were even diary entries among the notes, meandering paragraphs about that old woman's personal life many years ago… No organization, no cohesiveness, just pretty cursive words muddled together and jumbled on top of each other in a confusing mess… It was endearing, an insight into her youth, and you adored every page.

And then you saw it. Halfway through the journal, tucked away between two uninteresting diary entries, you discovered a folded up and torn out page. With careful fingers you picked it up and peeled it open, casting the spellbook aside for now-- and to your surprise you were confronted with the recipe for a love potion.

Simple but Powerful Love Potion

Ingredients:

-2 quarts of standard potion base; fresh moonwater charged under the full moon

-a large handful of dried rose petals and a single thorn, ground in a mortar and pestal to the consistency of a fine powder.

-a small spoonful of crushed siren scales

-one large mother of pearl

-2 small sticks of Licorice root

-a few strands of unicorn mane hair

-a single droplet of pure love

Directions:

Over a burner, prepare the moonwater in a small pewter cauldron, keeping it away from sunlight. Bring the base to a boil before adding the licorice root and mother of pearl, and then lower the heat and leave the potion to simmer overnight. The next day, add the crushed rose petals and thorn, unicorn hair, and siren scales. Stir clockwise until the potion turns a bright pink, and then leave to sit for another night. Last, add the droplet of love, give one clockwise stir, and your potion is complete.

P.S. Please use sparingly, a little goes a long way! Perfect for stupid men who won't take a hint.

You stare at the paper in disbelief. Is this what the old woman meant by you making "good use" of her spellbook? Surely not! She was a woman of the craft, she knew as well as you did that any romance between apprentice and mentor was looked down upon, not to mention when it was aided by magickal intervention… The herbalist must have truly been telling the truth when she said her grandmother had started to go mad! You couldn't even fathom the consequences if you were caught doing anything of this sort-- you'd be stripped of your titles, expelled from your studies, exiled even… and Taehyun…

Taehyun would never forgive you. He'd be disgusted by you.

You shove the recipe back into the book and shut it with a dull snap, toss it away from you like it was poised to attack; you hated yourself for entertaining the thought for even a second. Taehyun wasn't just your mentor and your crush, but your friend, and you couldn't possibly do that to him! He trusted you, with his pretty dark eyes and his cocky smirk, and his big, warm, veiny hands with thick calloused fingers that rested on your lower back when you were nervous in public and needed comfort. His thick arms with muscles that bulged out of his tunic sleeves when he rolled them up, his sharp teeth that he liked to bare when he sneered. His gentle, soothing voice and his never ending generosity and politeness that were a pinnacle of him even when he was one of the most stuck up people you could think of. You couldn't ever do anything like that to him, even if you died a little bit inside every day that he never seemed to glance your way.

But… you thought, reaching back over to the discarded spellbook with a shaking hand, it wouldn't hurt to re-read the recipe, just in case.

"Taehyunnie?" You ask sweetly, peeking your head into his study. "Can I ask you something real quick?"

Gathering most of the ingredients had been relatively easy. If anything, you were caught off guard by the ease in which you put together your secret potion, hidden and bubbling away in the safety of your bedroom, a place Taehyun never dared to enter. You snuck to and from Taehyun's packed pantries whenever he was sleeping, prepared everything exactly as the recipe had stated-- you had never made a potion before, but you had a fairly good feeling that you were doing a fine job. Most of the ingredients were common potionmaking faire anyway, things you had observed Taehyun fiddling around with in the past, things you had on hand and the basic knowledge needed to prepare… except for one small detail.

Your potion sat simmering a pretty opaque pink, which meant it was ready for that little "drop of love" the recipe called for, and then it would finally be done… but you could not for the life of you understand what that could even mean. How in the world could you possibly get your hands on a droplet of materialized love? Was that even possible?

Taehyun looked up from the book he was reading with an annoyed sigh, hooded eyes searching the room before landing onto yours with a quirked brow. You never bothered him when he was studying, and you most certainly never called him 'Taehyunnie'. Not unless you were trying to weasel something out of him, at least. "Yes?" He drawled, returning back to his reading as you tiptoed closer, took a curious look over his shoulder; you caught snippets of something about astronomy and equations, the pages mostly filled with numbers and symbols you couldn't even pretend to understand. You wondered if it had anything to do with the Prince again.

"I was doing some reading…" you begin slowly, scattered mind racing to come up with a proper preface for your question. You had practiced what you were going to say at least a dozen times, you were sure of it, but every line had fled your head the moment you called Taehyun's name.

"'Reading?' That's not like you." Taehyun retorted with a snort, turning the page. He didn’t even bother to look up when you huffed in response, but you could see his grin hidden behind the hand he rested on his cheek.

"I read plenty!" you bark, taking the bait, but regain your composure when you catch a glimpse of Taehyun's smirk widening. "It’s for my studies-- I'm to be tested by the Magickal High Court soon, you know."

"I'm well aware. I’m sure you’ll do just fine." Taehyun responds tersely, picking up his quill and scribbling a note down into his journal. He must have felt your eyes glaring daggers at the back of his head, because he waved a dismissive hand at you. "But go on."

"Well… I was reading up on potions and I came across an ingredient I haven't heard about before. I was wondering if… if you knew anything about it."

Taehyun's quill stopped moving. "I see." he says, far too cryptically for your liking. "Well, what is it? It’s getting dark— it’s about time you go to bed.”

“The recipe– I mean, the spellbook I was reading mentioned something about a ‘droplet of love.’” You stumble, fidgeting nervously. “ Do you know what that is?”

Taehyun doesn’t say anything for a moment,stares down at his spellbook long enough to make you sweat, before turning to re-dip his quill in his inkpot. “Well, that could mean many things.” he says, uninterested, continuing his notes. You let out a relieved sigh you weren’t aware you were holding.

“What do you mean?” you prod gently.

Taehyun lets out an irritated sigh. “Some spellwork can be left up to interpretation, made unique and personalized for the spellcaster. Often when instructions are not clear, it's because you're supposed to figure it out yourself.”

“Figure it out myself?” You echo, a little outraged. This explanation wasn’t helping you at all.

“When practicing magick that involves complex ideas like emotions and memories, things begin to blur between the literal and the figurative.” Taehyun elaborates. The way he was hunched over his desk made his shoulders look much broader than they were, and it was getting increasingly harder to focus on what he was saying. “More advanced spellwork sometimes requires the spellcaster to work with physical manifestations of these ideas.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” You retort combatively, crossing your arms over your chest. Taehyun’s non-answers were only serving to piss you off. “I can’t manifest love.”

“Sure you can.” Taehyun answers vaguely, shaking his head. You wished you could see the look on his face. “A ‘droplet of love" may just refer to some sort of representation, whatever that may mean to you specifically. Though "droplet" tends to refer to some kind of liquid, so you can start there.”

“Liquified love? What would that be, though?”

"Honestly, I'm not exactly sure either. But you're a smart girl, I'm sure you can figure it out." Taehyun once again raises his hand to wave you away. “Go off to bed now, you can spend all of tomorrow thinking about it if you have to; I need to finish this before I go to bed, and you’re keeping me up.”

“But–”

“Go to bed. Don’t misbehave now.” Taehyun looks up from his notes and meets your gaze– the look on his face is as unreadable and stoic as usual, plush lips stretched into a thin line, but the swirling darkness in his eyes makes your head spin; he knows something, you can feel it. A strange familiarity that panics you deeply, pisses you off; why does he love so much to keep you in the dark? Is it because he enjoys leaving you confused and ignorant? Or is it because there’s knowledge he genuinely doesn’t want you to know?

You trudge back to your room dejectedly, peel off your robes and climb into your bed like a defeated soldier– you might have just tipped off to Taehyun that you were up to something, and what did you get out of it? Absolutely nothing. Just some cryptic words.

Going to Taehyun was a bad idea; you wallowed now in your own stupidity.

Droplet of love, you repeat to yourself as you drift off to sleep. Droplet of love…

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Taehyun hisses venomously, eyes narrowed and wild. You’ve never seen him this angry.

“It isn’t what it looks like, I swear!” you cry desperately, try to cover your still brewing potion with your body– Taehyun is too quick, grabs you rough by your nightgown and pulls you up against him. His face is so close to your own you can feel his hot, panting breath fan across your cheeks.

“Isn’t what it looks like?” Taehyun spits. “My stupid little assistant being a little whore, making a love potion behind my back? How stupid do you think I am?!”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but Taehyun doesn’t let you utter a single word. “Were you gonna use it on me, huh? Gonna get me to fuck you? Needed some cock so badly that you were willing to throw everything away for it? Stupid fucking whore. You could have just asked.”

Taehyun lets go of your nightgown and you crumple at his feet on the floor, groveling and sobbing for his mercy. “Please don’t tell anyone, I’m sorry!” you beg, too distraught to catch the last part of Taehyun’s rant. “I won’t ever do it again, I won’t ever go behind you back agan, please!” Big fat tears stream heavy down your hot face, chest caving as you beg for your mentor's forgiveness... yet still your thighs squeeze together at his venomous words and his nasty tone, poor pussy throbbing for attention– Taehyun notices your quivering thighs with a sneer, eyes dark and cold.

“Such a fucking slut… you like this, huh? Me yelling at you?” with his big rough hand he tugs you up to your knees, holds your chin in place as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his trousers. “Want me to put you in your place? Trying to sneak around behind my back, bad little girl… need to remind you of who’s in charge. Let me use that pretty throat and I’ll forgive you.”

Taehyun pulls his cock out, flushed and leaking, flared tip shiny and begging for your tongue— in one violent thrust he sheaths himself in your throat all the way to the hilt. You gag and splutter, tears still streaming down your face, but even with your blurry vision you can see Taehyun’s sick smile as his cockhead kisses the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he hisses, “Take it like the whore you are.”

Using the hand he has tangled in your hair as leverage, Taehyun begins thrusting his hips in earnest, heavy balls slapping against your chin— your whines come out like garbled chokes, pathetic and dizzy on your knees while your mentor uses your throat like nothing more than a toy for his own pleasure. “so fucking good at this, aren’t you?” He sneers, “Such a good little assistant you are.”

You keen around his cock, pussy fluttering around nothing and dripping slick, your poor panties soaked through and ruined completely. You feel so empty it almost hurts, gummy walls aching for the cock fucking your throat open, but you can hardly find it in you to care— you’re distracted by the warlock’s taste, the nasty wet sounds, the way your scalp burns from his grip on your hair. Your hands, previously laying limp at your sides, reach up to claw uselessly at his thighs, which only seems to spur him on, hips slamming hard against your face as he moans deep in his chest.

“No one else fucks this throat like me, huh? Think anyone else can use you like this?” His chest is heaving, cock twitching violently in your mouth— he’s about to cum, and your cunt clenches with excitement. “Should just slut you out right in front of the entire kingdom, even the Prince— fuck! show everyone who you belong to, who your master is!”

You whimper pathetically, one of your hands leaving his thigh to play with your neglected covered clit— Taehyun growls, pulls hard at your hair, snickers darkly when you rush to place your hand back on his thigh. “Don’t you dare touch that cunt, that’s my cunt, you think you deserve it?”

Your pussy is throbbing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as Taehyun continues fucking your face, “I said, do you think you deserve it? Answer your master.”

You shake your head no, as best you can speared on his dick, sobbing snotty and broken and so desperate for his cum. “That’s what I thought.” Taehyun laughs humorlessly. “Good little witch.”

You can’t focus on anything other than making sure to breathe and hollow your cheeks and stay perfectly still so Taehyun can have his way with you– your jaw aches, but you swirl your tongue around Taehyun‘s shaft the best you could anyway. “Fuck, gonna cum!” He whimpers after a particularly harsh suck, hips stuttering, his big hands moving to cup both of your cheeks. It would be sweet in any other situation, so gentle and loving if he wasn’t bruising your throat with the force of his thrusts. “G-gonna— pretty little throat gonna make me cum, shit! ‘m cumming–!”

You wake up with a gasp, heart pounding in your chest so violently it was painful– it takes you a few moments for you to recognize your own surroundings, realize that you’re tucked safely in your bed and not caught red handed by your mentor; you can hear the soft bubbling of your potion at the foot of your bed, undisturbed and simmering away…

And between your legs was a sticky wet mess, your thin panties soaked through, arousal dribbling down the insides of your thighs— you’re humiliated but so turned on from your dream you could hardly think, fingers trailing down to dip into your panties and run along your slit… and you marvel, intoxicated, at the way thick droplets trickle down your fingertips when you pull them back.

Droplet of love…

Taehyun had fallen asleep at his desk that night, slumped over his scrolls and spellbooks, so you felt it was only right to wake him up with a treat— a steaming hot cup of perfectly brewed tea, complete with a little wooden teaspoon and a saucer full of freshly-baked cookies. Taehyun stared it down like it was staring back at him.

“You never make me tea.” he says flatly, brown eyes flickering between the cup and your face, making no moves to take the teacup from your outstretched hand. His sleepy, raspy voice and disheveled appearance would have made you swoon if you weren’t going half-mad with anxiety.

“Well, you’ve been working so hard! You know, for the Prince and all.” you chirp cheerily, voice only trembling slighrly. “I just wanted to show my appreciation!”

“Right.” he gives you an odd, side-eyed look but does eventually take the cup, takes a good long look into the amber liquid before stirring it slowly with the spoon. You were starting to sweat. “You’ve been acting odd lately. I’m a little concerned.” he says after a few moments of painful silence, making your sweating turn into full on chills. “Is there anything you aren’t telling me, ___?”

“No!” you bleat out immediately and far too quickly, making Taehyun turn his head to regard you quizzically. You didn’t have any time to process the fact that he cared for you at all. “No, nothing at all! Everything’s totally normal!”

Taehyun blinks. You give him a smile, but you’re fairly sure it turned out more like a grimace.

“If you say so…” Taehyun concedes, placing the saucer on his desk. “If you’re certain everything’s in order, would you mind running a little errand for me?”

“Of course!” you agree quickly, a genuine smile creeping onto your face. You thank the Gods above that Taehyun actually took the tea, now all that was left was to wait… and you supposed that playing errand girl was the perfect task for the meantime.

Taehyun picks up a small, parchment-wrapped parcel from among the clutter of his desk and hands it to you. “Would you be a doll and hand this to the Prince for me? And tell him to be sparing with it, for goodness’ sake, it’s not one of his perfumes.”

You take it gently, blushing— the package was much lighter than you expected it to be, and it gives a light rattle when you turn it over in your hands. “What is it?” you ask; you can never stop yourself from being nosy. Taehyun sighs, but there’s a mirthful glimmer in his eye that makes you giggle.

“The luck spell, remember? Now go on, he needs it to take effect by the evening.”

You waltz back into the cottage as the sun was just beginning to creep behind the treetops, having made sure to take your sweet, sweet time delivering the Prince’s package– you even stayed for tea and a chat, just in case; it wasn’t really your fault that the crown royal never knew when to shut up, was it?

“Taehyun?” you call out as you step inside— everything seemed perfectly normal and nothing was out of place, and perfectly still silence met you as you continued through the front room and into your winding, rickety hallway, at the end of which was your mentor’s study. The door was left slightly ajar.

You peeked inside, tentative; back facing you, you could see Taehyun hunched over his work desk, head hung low as he gripped onto the wood with white knuckles. He was panting, shoulders heaving with the force of his breaths, his arms shaking— your heart soared with euphoria. The potion must be working, you thought with zeal.

“Taehyun?” you call again, voice barely above a whisper dripping with faux concern, trembling with excitement, and you gently push the heavy oak door farther open with an ear-ringing creek. Taehyun’s head snaps up at the noise, startling you with his expression— his eyes were wide and wild, face flaming red, and he stares at you in shock and in rapture for a deafening few moments before averting his gaze and tugging hard at the collar of his tunic. He turns back to look at the scrolls on his desk with a cough. You could still see the blush coloring the tips of his ears.

“Taehyun, are you okay?” you ask, this time not having to fake the worry. You take a few tentative steps towards the warlock— he looked almost as if he was in pain, and you anxiously wonder if maybe you should have been more faithful to ‘a little goes a long way.’

“I’m fine.” Taehyun grunts, his usually light voice gruff and strained. The sound of it hit you deep in your tummy. “Just feel a little hot, that's all.”

You take a few steps closer, slowly and cautiously, and reach out your hand to touch his shoulder. “A-are you sure?”

“Don’t come any closer.” Taehyun warns, voice flat but dark, dripping something that makes your thighs clench together.

Your fingertips just barely brushed the top of his shoulder.

As if possessed, Taehyun spins around within an instant and grabs your wrist tightly, staring you down for a long, intense moment with a primal, dangerously dark look— it frightens and excites you, leaving your head spinning.

He uses your wrist to pull you roughly to his chest, faces centimeters apart and bodies flush; within the same breath he cages you against his desk, traps you tight between his muscular arms.

You can feel his breath fan your face as he pants like a dog, lowers his head closer and closer to yours. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me; I just need you…”

His pillowy lips crash onto yours mid-gasp, passionate and dominating— you lean into the kiss immediately, moaning high in your throat when he deepens it, tilting your head back to stake a possessive claim that leaves you dizzy and gasping for air. He moves to run his hand up your thigh and grind his hips against yours, pushing your skirt up your hips. His thick hard cock presses hard up against your dripping slit, soaking your thin cotton panties. When he pulls away, hissing, you can see a damp spot on the crotch of his pants, outlining his straining bulge obscenely.

“Tyun—“ you whimper, but he’s quick to cut you off. He lowers himself down and takes a hold of your thighs, tugs them over his shoulders and dangling in the air; he chuckles out a breath that blows icy cold against your sopping panties.

“Just need a taste of you…”

His nose bumps gently against your throbbing clit and he mouths hot and heavy against your folds through the covering fabric. You keen desperately, nearly shriek when he begins to run the flat of his tongue up your slit and towards your clit. “Lemme taste you…” Taehyun breathes against your cunt, his long finger coming to tug at the hem of your panties.

“Anything you want!” you whine, twisting your own fingers into his thick hair. Taehyun grins wickedly.

“Anything I want?” he coos, poisonously sweet. “What a good little assistant I have.”

With a rough tug he pulls your panties to your knees, leaves your legs tangled in the wet fabric and up in the air. Taehyun devours your cunt like a starved man, his thick lips sucking tight on your clit and his tongue slow and nasty around your entrance. He drinks up your arousal as if it were some type of ambrosia, only going faster and faster with his motions until you cum all over his face with a cry, until you’re tugging hard at his hair and whining for him to stop.

He pulls away from your pussy with a longing glance, his lips and chin dripping your slick, the tip of his nose shiny. “You said whatever I want,” he pants, standing up to begin unbuckling his belt. “Gotta fuck you now, gotta fuck this pretty little pussy…”

Taehyun’s cock springs out of his trousers, slaps against his belly before standing to attention, veins throbbing— he fists his shaft loosely, enough for you to catch a glimpse of pearly white pre-cum leak out the slit of his thick pink head. Your tongue ached for the taste.

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, pulling him closer so he can grind his cock between your weeping folds, getting his shaft nice and wet with a sloppy mix of his spit and your arousal. His cockhead pushes at your hole teasingly, and Taehyun lets it slip against your rim and slides up your folds to bump your clit. You whimper and attempt to spread your legs any bit farther, restricted by your panties— Taehyun chuckles before readjusting his cock and sheathing himself entirely in your cunt in one deep stroke. His cockhead kisses your cervix, your walls stretched so suddenly and so painfully good that you cry out in surprise and ecstasy. “You’re so deep!” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head when Taehyun starts rolling his hips in a ruthless rhythm.

“Take it like a good girl,” he laughs, repositioning his hands to grab tight at your hips so he could thrust into you in earnest, hips slapping together loud and wet, impossibly fast. “So tight, shit! Feel so fucking good, you’re so wet— perfect cocksleeve, perfect pussy.”

He splits you in two, your gummy walls stretched past your limits, hugging tight on his throbbing cock. Your cervix gets pounded with every hard thrust, his cock so deep you could feel him in your lower belly. “I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad,” Taehyun confesses, pussy drunk. “Wanted you since I first met you— You’re mine now, pretty thing, you hear me? Perfect pussy for me, never letting you go.”

“Yes!” you wail, too fucked out to process any of what he had just said. All you could think about or focus on was how good Taehyun was fucking you, how his heavy tightening balls were slapping against your ass, how that fiery hot knot in your belly grew tighter and tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“Fuck yeah, that’s right. All mine, baby.” Taehyun groans deeply, hips stuttering. His hand lets go of your waist to circle your clit with rough, calloused fingertips.

You’re sent barreling towards your climax, that fire in your belly all-consuming as your pussy flutters around Taehyun’s cock. “Feels so good!” you sob, gripping his thick bicep for support. “I’m gonna cum, Taehyunnie, ‘m gonna cum—!”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. Beg for my cum, baby; I’m gonna cum inside you, fill you up!” Taehyun’s cock twitched and throbbed inside your cunt, his thrusts wild and desperate. “All mine…”

“Cum inside, please! I need it, I need your cum so bad!” you hiccup, big fat tears rolling down your puffy hot cheeks from overstimulation. “Want your cum in my pussy!”

Taehyun does so with a broken moan, shoving his cock as deep inside of you as he could go, up against your cervix. He paints your walls white, floods your womb with his thick hot seed. You can feel his cock twitch with every spurt— you cum yourself a second time from the sensation, pussy clenching hard around Taehyun's slowly softening cock. He grunts, winces and grits his teeth.

Your chest is heaving as you pant for air and so is Taehyun’s, both of you sweaty and spent and trying to catch your breath. He dips his head to rest his forehead against your own, something so touchingly intimate it makes your heart clench, and you’re just about to close your eyes and bask in your euphoria, you catch Taehyun’s evil sneer.

“Silly girl thought I didn’t know? how stupid do you think I am?”

[dearlyjun]

APOLOGIZE? ☆ c. beomgyu

☆ PAIRING: jdmbf!beomgyu x reader (f)

☆ GENRE: SMUT (18+ readers only, don’t make me block you!)

☆ SUMMARY: you should know better than to talk to your boyfriend’s racing rival.

☆ WORD COUNT: UNDER 1K

☆ LISTEN TO JDM BF BEOMGYU’S PLAYLIST HERE!

☆ WARNINGS: gendered terms are kind of used (pretty girl), fingering, sex in car, semi public sex (car meet), orgasm denial, making out, semi clothed sex, beomgyu is kinda mean and cocky, yeonjun is mentioned as a rival, reader can possibly be perceived as being thick, beomgyu drives a wrx, punishment turns reader on, a little bit of clitoral stimulation, uhhhh think that is all folks.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this was supposed to be posted for @wolfytae-exe ‘s bday bash event and I apologize for being literal eons late to the game. erm yeah shit and mental breakdowns happen but we are so back!! this is kind of cut to the chase to keep this as a “drabble” because me being a yapper I can make this into a 3K word fic if I don’t.

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“I think you should apologize.” Beomgyu spoke, breaking the silence between the both of you as you made out in the back seat of his WRX.

“For?” You glanced around at the people that were walking around outside the vicinity of the car right now; being right in the middle of a car meet.

Beomgyu quickly turned your chin to look back at him. “For talking to that guy. Yeonjun or whatever his name is. You know you belong to me.”

You thought he was joking until you saw the dark look in his eyes.

“Gyu, he asked me about your car.” You whined, kissing him again.

“I don’t care what he asked.” You suddenly felt him aggressively hike up your skirt that you were wearing. “It pissed me off. You should know better.”

A noise slipped out of your mouth as he did so and you tried to turn away so he wouldn’t hear. Too late.

Beomgyu quickly turned your chin to face him again. “That turn you on? Getting fucked in the backseat of my car?”

You hummed in response; Beomgyu making you sit up slightly so he could pull the fabric of your underwear away from your cunt.

A loud car engine pulled you out of your trance and you turned your head to the right to see what was going on. People everywhere; blissfully unaware that you were about to get the fuck of your life in the car that they stood 10 feet away from.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Beomgyu’s lips brushed your jaw. “Don’t you dare look away.”

All of a sudden, two fingers entered your practically dripping core; making your mouth fall open. “Fuck….”

“This from me, or him?” Beomgyu glared at you, waiting for an answer.

“You, all you.” You spoke, grinding into Beomgyu’s hand.

He pulled back in response to you, making you let out a groan in frustration.

“Did you forget what I said?” Beomgyu spoke up; his face mere centimeters from yours.

You simply just looked at him, not having any thought as to what on earth he was talking about.

“Tell me you’re sorry, and you get to cum.” His words were threatening. “Until then, you’re not getting shit.”

Ouch.

Beomgyu moved to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down along with his underwear; just enough to release his cock. Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of him; dying to have him against your tongue.

“Show me how good you can follow directions.” Beomgyu’s deep voice pulled you out of the trance. “Fuck my cock, pretty girl.”

Your heart swelled at the use of his nickname that he used for you; proving that he wasn’t totally completely pissed at you. Beomgyu knew that he had something over you that Yeonjun didn’t.

Almost feeling too eager, you hovered over Beomgyu’s lap and allowed him to line himself up with your entrance. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh of your hips as you sunk down onto him; definitely relishing in the pleasure just as much as you were.

“Fuck! Gyu….” You winced, for some reason the angle hitting the most sensitive spots inside of you.

“Yeah…tell me…” Beomgyu sighed, his gaze falling to where his cock was disappearing inside of you. He somehow knew you weren’t going to last long.

Suddenly his hands gripped your thighs, and moved up to your hips to slam down onto his lap harder than you already were.

You practically choked on your moans, leaning your head back as you held onto Beomgyu’s hands that gripped you.

“Something that you want to say?” Beomgyu’s face was close to yours again, and he pressed soft kisses to your jaw as your walls were clenching around him. He knew it was your weakness.

You whimpered. “Fuck. Yes. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Hmm? Say it again?” With one of his hands he pressed his middle and index finger against your clit.

You leaned forwards into his chest. “Yes I’m sorry. I’m fucking….sorry.” You were nearly trembling, your body begging for a release.

“There it is.” You couldn’t see, but you knew he had a cocky smirk on his face. Beomgyu’s hands guided you to continue to bounce on his cock. “All it fucking took. Go ahead, cum for me.”

He wasn’t kidding, that really was all that it took; an apology. However, you’d talk to Beomgyu’s rivals more often if this is how it would end.

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synopsis. r/RelationshipAdvice: what do you do when you bump into your ex-situationship when you come home from college?

pairing. yeonjun x fem!reader

genre. angst, fluff, smau

warnings. swearing, details of kissing, if there are any others, i will include them in the chapters specifically

featuring. all members of txt, yeji and chaeryeong of itzy, sungchan of riize

started. mar 16

ended. apr 28

status. completed!

a/n. this is a yuck! spin off!! it's literally been months in the making but i'm finally posting this eek ><

profiles: bitches who brunch no more mr. nice guy himbo brigade

i. comeback season ii. i thought she died iii. blast to the past iv. ding dong the witch returns (written; 661 words) v. sour by olivia rodrigo vi. fuck it we ball vii. (500) days of summer viii. please send the floods ix. mass disbandment x. in the sense that xi. team y/n xii. nothing to worry about xiii. the band's back together, sort of xiv. all fun and games xv. shift in the air xvi. bad idea, right? xvii. burning bridges xviii. we're good xix. eternal sunshine of the cluttered mind xx. beginning of the end xxi. resolutions (written; 563 words) xxii. one last chance xxiii. our year of falling

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