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just the tip! txt

nsfw mdni, listen to love language :)
to yeonjun, itâs a challenge, whoâs gonna break first? you or him, who will beg for more, give in to raw desperation, the glint in his foxy eyes âcause even if you feel so good, heâs competitive, teasing you in a rasping voice, admit it, you want me to fuck you good, the type to draw out your begging, see how long you last before you break as heâs biting pretty hickeys into your neck, barely giving you 1% of the stimulation when you know he can fuck you senseless, gonna beg yet, baby? make you all teary cause you need it so bad, pussy drooling all over the sheets and sucking in the flushed tip of his cock with a lewd squelch,, hands restrained over your head so you canât cheat by playing with yourself, itâs torture, isnât it?
soobinâs obsessed with a slow morning fuck, he gets morning wood so easily and honestly, he might be the only one who really enjoys it, all sleepy and a bit turned on, burying his face in your hair and not wanting to leave the warm sheets, tip of his cock pushed into your pussy, he could sleep like this âcause it just feels so heavenly. the type to be so sensitive, though,, if you move a little he moans easily, caging you in with his arms so youâll stay still, canât leave at all⌠probably cockwarms with just the tip to make sure all his cum stays inside you from the night before. wake him up by riding him, god, soobinâs so obsessed with that, watching you sink down on his massive cock, so cute with a pout as you try to take all of him at once, hmm?
beomgyuâs a brat, he doesnât even try. heâll say it, âjust the tip,â but never means it, balls deep and full you the brim with his dick âcause heâs so impatient, sucker for quickies and sloppy fucks. come on, honey, just the tip, beomgyu groans, his head tilted to the side, hands already tugging at your shorts, what, youâre gonna interrupt his league game, get him all hard by humping his dick, and not let him fuck around a little? cock drooling precum when he pulls down his sweats, manspreading in his gaming chair, his chocolate brown eyes giving you that bratty stare. playfully thrusting up, dick rubbing against your pussy as you hover over him, just barely sinking down on the tip and beomgyuâs hands grab at your hips, pushing you down roughly, the sudden stretch making you whine. bulge in your tummy, barely a second before beomgyuâs dragging you over his cock like a warm n soft fleshlight, impatient as ever. think you can keep up?
taehyun thinks you could learn a lesson about patience, hmm? you told him you could handle it, needed his cock so badly, pleasepleaseplease just the tip? and now youâre whining and begging for more, trying to fuck yourself on his dick âcause he wonât give you more, thought you could make this quick, didnât you beg for just the tip? soaked pussy wrapped âround the tip of his veiny cock and he wonât move, taehyun revels in watching you make a desperate mess of yourself, your fingernails digging into his forearms, giving him frustrated, needy eyes because youâre just dying to be fucked properly⌠learned the lesson yet?
huening kaiâs the worst, lasts like 2 seconds ans heâs whining. please, just the tip, his broad chest pressed to your back and his heavy bulge pushing into the back of your thighs and ass, please, poor boy just gets so hard every time you cuddle he canât help it. wants to âcockwarm,â but the second he pushes the tip in, kaiâs so needy for more, big hands accidentally manhandling you to and thrusting in all the way, whimpering sorry âcause he couldnât help himself, such a clumsy, big, sweet boy whoâs obsessed with your pussy n the way it feels, but you love it, donât you? sloppy, messy thrusts that fill you up so full, the heavy drag of his cock stretching your folds open, oh, kaiâs gonna cum so quickly, isnât he?
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Ive been thinking abt taehyun n strength kink
( maybe even mean dom!taehyun aswell) hehe
AAHHHHHHBWHABAHANSJS
warning(s): !!smut mdni!!, mean dom!taehyun x fem!reader, strength kink, manhandling, orgasm denial, overstim. mentions of spanking <3
shut up, stupid whore, he mumbles against your ear, hushing your pleas for orgasm. taehyun has been rubbing your poor, puffy pussy for hours now and it doesnât look like heâs going to stop any time soon :c youâve had two orgasms, and none of which he approved ofâŚ.. which made him more upset.
think you get to cum after not listening? not even an ounce of that good girl from when we first metâŚ. his free hand presses against your pelvis, forcing your body to stay as still as possible. nuh uh.. little whore doesnât get to move either.
your body aches, pleading for one last orgasm but it never comes. instead youâre met with arms underneath your body, moving you so quickly all you see is a blur. his clothed dick meets your stomach as he lays you across his lap. better.. he mumbles. finally something you can do right. now stop moving or iâll have to spank your ass sore.
pls consider reblogging, commenting, or following <33 its what keeps your favorite writers writing !!!
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hard thought of the day: breeding kink and creampie with yeonjun bc i always always aaaaaalways need that man carnally im gonna start climbing the walls
has me drooling fr this is so yummmmyyyyyy
warning(s): !!smut mdni!! dom!yeonjun x fem!reader, breeding kink, creampie, biting, dry humping, fingering
yeonjun doesnât grind into your thigh intending on fucking you until neither of you can go on anymore⌠it just sort of.. happens. not that either of you mind all that much, anyways. heâs harder than a rock before he even gets to you, explaining on how sexy you looked just sitting there and when his rough hands part your legs and his clothed cock sits in the same exact spot you have him everyday⌠neither of you can think about anything else.
if anyone loves it raw, its yeonjun. but makes it slow, teasing you through your shorts and his underwearâ making you nice and wet before he even gets a glimpse of your pussy. the both of you humping each other like dogs until he can no longer take it,, ripping off your clothes in what seems like one go and latching onto your nipple so deliciously. he worships your tits and doesnât let go until heâs deep inside of you.
thrusting so hard even he begins to see stars, but that doesnt get him to stop. the tip of his cock practically splitting you in half is so heavenly that neither of you are prepared for your spontaneous orgasm. your body spasming underneath and around his, he leans down to bite gently down on your shoulder. how dare you feel this good? he mutters under his breath, his pace only increasing with your whimpers of overstimulation.
mânot gonna last.. he moans against your ear, breath hot and full of pleasure. and not even a second later, hot cum fills your hole up to the brim. yeonjun takes a second to catch his breath before pulling out of you, your mixed juices covering his thighs and his white semen dripping out of your pussy. where does it think its going? he huffs, using his fingers to stuff you back full again <33 gonna make sure it stays inside of you until youre bursting with my babies.
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tyun..two..two fucking years since amazon wishlist came out? this cannot be real..life is a prison..i remember when it first came up on my my tumblr feed and i kid you not reading every one of your fics has felt like unlocking a new chapter in life
i love you and your writing pls dont explode!!
THIS IS SO KIND THANK YOUUUUUUU I'LL TRY NOT TO EXPLODE ANYTIME SOON...
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TYUNKUS MY GOAT I MISSED YOU SO DAMN BAD... i mever thought id see the day đđđ
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call you later â kang taehyun
pairing: idol!taehyun x afab!idol!reader wc: 2.3k
summary: you and your boyfriend havenât seen each other in a whileâbusy end-of-the-year performances and schedules make sure of that. still, youâve both worked so hard . . .
warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, free use mention, mutual masturbation, pet names, no penetration, no nothing tbh itâs literally just phone sex, OH YEAH YOUâRE HIS NOONA, pretty tame iâd say
note: happy 2 year anniversary to tyunkus (me!!!!)!!! hereâs a surprise. this is very lightly edited and proofread, ok, i just really wanted to get something out for you guys. missed everyone here soso dearly <3 both reader and taehyun are idols in this, but due to them having extremely busy and vastly differing schedules, reader is in a hotel somewhere in an unspecified location, while taehyun is in tokyo. itâs been a while since iâve engaged with kpop in general so forgive me for any unrealistic/downright wrong writing hehe. this is the taehyun i was imagining, fyi. love u guys!!!!!
A thousand and some kilometres away from Tokyo, you watch Taehyunâs performance on your TV screen.
You two had been texting, on and off, for the past thirty minutes before TXT appeared onstage. You have a similar conversation every time something like this happens, when one of you is performing and the other remains at home. An initial check-in turns into banter, turns into full-fledged flirting, back-and-forth in quick succession. You send selfies between messages (today, you send one of yourself in bed, scantily clad in a thin tank top, its strap falling loosely off your shoulder). Sometimes, Taehyun slips in a dirty comment (today, he limits himself to one kissy face reaction in response to your photo). Most of the time, after only a few minutes, you say goodbye (I love you, I miss you, call you later), right before the show starts (you turn on the hotel TV, click through the channels until you see an idol you recognize in a stadium youâve performed at before. KBS Song Festival. A big deal, of courseâitâs a shame your group couldnât go). Itâs only a matter of minutes before their performance begins.
What is there to say? Taehyun kills it like he always does. Heâs wearing that sleeveless tank top that dips just beneath his obliques. You can see the sheen of sweat covering each ridge of his muscles there, reflecting off of the stadium lights crystal-clear even through the terrible stream quality. You feel all smitten and giggly, like a fangirl or something, and as much as itâs embarrassing and he would absolutely make fun of you for it, you canât even bring yourself to care.
You watch until the very end, even after all of the groups congregate on the stage to wave goodbye to fans. You keep a close eye on TXT the entire time, your gaze following the unclear figure of your boyfriend in the distance, and are content just watching his broad, solid figure move among waves of idols until eventually the show dwindles into a dead black screen.
Youâre sleepy. You have been for the past two hours that you watched the entire program; without Taehyun on the screen to capture your attention, youâre finding it hard to keep his promise to stay up until you can call. Swallowed by the comfort of the hotelâs downy pillows and duvet, you are just about to give into the temptation of sleep when Taehyunâs caller ID appears at the top of your screen and you jolt awake.
âHello?â Taehyun says once you pick up, his voice deep and tinged with fatigue. Itâs quiet on his end. No gruff yells from his groupmates, no shower sounds in the background that indicate someone else is in the room. In fact, the other day he had been very happy to tell you that he lucked out on getting his own hotel room. âYou there, baby?â
You close your eyes and imagine that you hear the gentle rumble of his voice through his bones and muscle instead of the lifeless steel of your phone. A smile spreads on your face, completely involuntary, but then you miss him again with a pang in your chest. Truthfully, you know your separation is not a big deal. You had already planned around it, even, your next date (rather, reunion) coming up sometime next week, and yetâand yet. What you would do to feel him against you, real life and blood under your fingertips. âIâm here,â you confirm. âHow are you feeling?â
âGreat. Super tired.â
âI watched your performance. You did so well.â
He laughs breathily. You can hear the exhaustion. âI hoped so,â he replies. âDid you watch the whole thing?â
You nod, though you know he canât see you. âOf course I did. You were perfect.â
âWow, perfect?â Taehyun goads, obviously pleased. âWhich part did you like the most?â
Heâs baiting you, you know. You roll your eyes then flip over on your back, humming in faux contemplation. âWell. I really liked Soobinâs center part during the bridge, I thought he did really well.â
âAhh. Good choice. What else?â
âAnd I thought they styled Yeonjun really well, too, it suits him, his new hairââ
âYeonjun-hyung?â That strikes a nerve. Taehyun never told you himself, but you know from Huening Kai that Yeonjun had been planning to make moves on you when your groups first met all those months ago at a music show. It never worked since you never noticed; you were hooked on a particular boba-eyed vocalist from the start. His voice lilts, mostly joking, slightly expectant: âWhat about me, hmm?â
âYou? I donât have much to say about you.â
âShould I end the call?â
âI meanâI mean that of course I liked your voice the most,â you say, through giggles. âAnd your styling was really good. The shirt lifting part was unnecessary, though.â
âYou didnât like it? I did it just for you.â
âI guess I donât know how to feel, knowing thousands of non-mes know what your abs look like.â
âYou have the upper hand,â Taehyun points out. âThose non-yous donât know how my abs feel.â
You smile so hard you have to bury your face in your pillow to overcome the embarrassment. âMy turn. Howâd you like my performance?â The AAAs had happened only yesterday. In between that and Taehyunâs travel schedule to Japan, you two hadnât been able to talk much last nightâhell, for the past several nights. Still, that didnât stop Taehyun from sending you a link of a viral tweet showing your outfit: a tiny little dress, shimmery, hugging just around your waist, cut to expose several inches of your torso. Goddamn, his text underneath read, followed by a melting emoji.
Taehyun replies without hesitation. âThe choreography was interesting. Not what I expected, but you pulled it off. Even though I could tell you were nervous.â
Leave it to Taehyun to be brutally honest, even with his own girlfriend. âNot really a compliment, is it?âÂ
âIâm just telling you what I think, baby.â
âWhat else do you think?â you prod, unsatisfied.
âYou looked beautiful, but thatâs obvious. I was scared you would slip, but that doesnât matter.â
You raise your eyebrows, expectant. âWell?â
âAnd I liked your outfit. I wished you could have taken it home.â
You scoff. What a ridiculous notion. The styling team would kill you and you wouldnât even blame them for it. âWhy would I do that?â
âSo I could take it off of you.â
And, well. You slap a hand over your eyes, blushing to high heaven. âFuck,â you say, eloquently.
âMmhm. Wouldnât that be nice? Iâd start with the tights. Maybe rip them off, buy the styling team a new pair as an apology,â Taehyun suggests, his voice dipping an octave lower. Oh, you think, squeezing your thighs together ever so slightly. âYou said you didnât like that I lifted my shirt, but your dress was barely covering anything. Imagine how I feel, huh? Watching you dance in that tight littleââ
âTaehyun,â you scold. âYou canâtâI donâtââ
âYou can wear whatever you want, noona,â Taehyun continues, âas long as Iâm the only one who sees that beautiful body underneath, okay?â
âItâs all yours,â you manage, your cheeks burning. You hear a little grunt on his end, and decide to turn it back on him. âYouâre breathing awfully hard.â
He lets out a throaty groan, full and rasping, and the sound makes you ache. âYeah? Canât f-fucking help myself. Youâre soâmm, fuckâso hot.â
âTaehyun,â you whine, going for reprimanding but coming across as desperate instead. Fuck, you can hear the wet sounds his hand is making curled over his cock. How long had it been since he started touching himself? you wonder. Your mouth waters. âDonât. Donât.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm⌠Iâm notâŚâ
âYou donât like it?â he questions, his voice lilting when he loses his breath, so fucked out. Unfair, you think, just as he breathes out a little chuckle through the phone, his mouth so close to the mic you can almost feel it on the nape of your neck. âNo, no, I know you do. Know youâre rubbing those pretty fucking thighs together right now, right? Just soââhis voice wavers hereââso fucking desperate for me.â
You canât help it. âI am,â you gasp, sliding a hand down between your thighs, finally, finally. Youâre wet, so wet that if Taehyun were here, fuck, you would never hear the end of it. You can just imagine the smile on his face, lazy, pleased, just as he cups his nice, big hand over your wet, dripping cunt. The thought makes you moan even louder. âNeed you, I need you. I missâmmm, I miss you.â
âYeah? You miss me, sweetheart?â
âOf course,â you gasp, breath stuttering, fuck it feels good, âIâIâve been fucking myself thinking about you, Taehyun, Iââ
âGod,â he groans, and the sound of his fist moving against his cock only grows louder. âFuck, tell me more.â
âShit, mmm, itâit doesnât work, it only works with you,â you whine, your entire face hot, flushed. Itâs embarrassing, you realize dimly, embarrassing to confess how needy and desperate youâve been. But God, if it isnât true. How many nights now has it been since youâve felt his touch? Dance practice, vocal lessons, team meetings on both ends. Lately, itâs been hard to keep up with your own schedule, much less Taehyunâs. Itâs probably been a few weeks by now, all those busy days seeping into each other, itâs hard to tell. It doesnât matter, anywayâyou just know that you need him.
Taehyun says nothing at first, just huffs out a breath into the microphone, harsh and desperate. You donât even notice, dipping your fingers between your folds, imagining tufts of chocolate brown hair tickling the inside of your thighs as he eats you out, the strength of his sturdy arms keeping your legs spread wide open for him; all the while, you pump your fingers in and out, your own wetness making loud noises that he can most definitely hear on the other end, fuck, itâs so embarrassing. Then, Taehyun speaks.
âWhen I come home,â he begins, and shit, even just hearing that has your cunt throbbing, âwhen I come home, baby, Iâm just gonna use you, okay? Fuck, you donât even know how rough this past week has beenâjust been thinking, dreaming of your tight little cunt, shit, I miss you so much.â
âTaehyun,â you gasp, clenching around yourself. You moan, all pitchy and pathetic. âYouâyouâre s-such a tease.â
âIâm not the tease here, baby,â Taehyun replies easily. âLooked so sexy in that outfit, like you wanted me to seeâwanted me to want youâand I do, fuck, I do, âs why Iâm gonna use you, rough you up, however I want.â
Too much. You almost say so, burying your face into the softness of your pillow, trying to imagine that his warm body was there with you, on top, underneath, it doesnât matter. You want him. It is almost ridiculous how much you wants him. You nearly forget to answer. âReally?â you squeak, and Taehyun only laughs, sweet and affectionate.
âOf course, baby. I know thatâs what you want. You know, I used to feel so bad about wanting to treat you rough, like a slutâuntil I realized that you fucking love it.â
Oh. Oh, fuck. You feel a jolt of energy sail down your spine, making your whole body tremble. âIâm close. Iâm close, Taehyun, âm so fucking close,â you wail, and you sound like a fucking bitch, and itâs only worse when you imagine his voice saying that, rough just the way you liks it. âPlease, pleasepleaseplease, wanna cum, fuckââ
Taehyun is thousands of kilometers away, an entirely different country, even, and yet he still has you heaving, mindless, shaking all over your bed, begging to come. This is not lost on you; you turnsyour head, embarrassed, relishing in how soft the pillow feels against your open lips and closed eyelids.
âNo,â Taehyun says suddenly, and your eyes fly open. âDonât muffle your moans. Let me hear you through the phone, baby. Let me hear you while you come,â he urges, and at once you lift your head from the pillow, your hair a mess over your face, your entire body sweating and pulsing and wanting. âAre you close? Are you fucking close just from listening to my voice?â
âMmnn, yes, yes, I am, Iâm closeââ
âGood girl. Good girl, youâre doing so well, my pretty girl, all fucked out from hearing me touch myself. Want you to imagine that Iâm with you, okay? Imagine that Iâm the one touching you, making you feel good. What are you, hm?â
There, almost there. You can scarcely breathe, squeezing your thighs together, feeling your own wetness against your fingers, imagining itâs him. âOh, Taehyun, Iâmm, fuck, Iââ
âFocus, baby. What are you?â
âIâm a good girl, Iâm your good girl.â
Taehyun lets out a moan, low and deep and raspy. You are about to lose your goddamn mind. âLetâs come together, okay?â
âMhm, please, I want to. Love you, I love youââ
âBaby, babyââ
âKeepâkeep going, Taehyunââ
âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna fucking cumââ
A beat of near-silence; thousands of kilometers apart, your bodies seize in tandem, right before shockwaves of pleasure take over completely. Taehyun lets out a throaty groan, and you hear the shlick shlick shlick of his fist pumping his cock, and as you finish, you swear you feel his hands gripping your waist, his lips brushing your forehead, his entire trembling body slotted over yours.

The next morning, when Taehyun wakes up in his hotel room in Tokyo, he sees you have sent him a link. It leads to a viral Tweet of his own photosâfour close-up shots of his abs, taken during Tinnitus, no doubt. Your text underneath reads: Goddamn, followed by a melting emoji.
#guess who's BAAAAACK (me!)#i hope you guys enjoy#a bit rushed but still hot i hope#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#taehyun hard hours#taehyun smut
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been thinking about older step brother yeonjun who knows you're head over heels for him, who hears you moan his name through the thin walls when you masturbate at night, finally convinces you to have sex with him when you're watching a movie alone, and he knows it's wrong, and you know it's wrong, but it's too good to stop, even when you hear your parents getting home, so now you just have to keep quiet
tw: stepcest. dubcon, smut, mdni.
omfg iâve been keeping this a secret for months but you literally managed to hit one of my wips right on the nose. who sent you here!!!! get out of my head !!!!
but oh dear... older stepbrother!yeonjun who is so quick to pick up on your attraction to him. thinks it's so cute that you try your hardest to hide it, play along with this whole "new family" thing every dinner-- listening intently as he talks about how life is while he's away at college, attending some big shot university while you chose to stay back home; it's what makes these moments with you all the better, knowing that despite barely being here, he still has you wrapped around his finger.
your parents having a romantic night out while the two of you stay at home, only to have yeonjun ask to watch a movie with you-- "I haven't hung out with you in so long," he'd say, "can't I just hang with my baby sis for a bit?"
smiles at the way you prickle at the term sis, knowing that you think of him as anything but familyâ heâs heard it, if those thin walls of yours are any proofâ but you let him in your room anyway, letting him get comfortable in your bed as you settle down and leave space between the two of you; yeonjun makes sure that doesn't last.
it's so, so hard to resist; he's got you good, knows that you couldn't care less about the movie when he's hovering over you like this, whispering into your ear that "it's alright, no one has to knowâ just this once, hmm? please?" letting his hand wander between your thighs, feeling the way they open on instinctâ warm cunt already dripping for him beneath that skirt youâre wearing, the one that you swore you wore because it was âcomfortableâ. no other reason.
he watches your eyes light up with shame, skin heated and flustered as you pretend to ignore his fingers that pump into you so nicely, his lips that press soft kisses on the column of your neck, whispering soft praises into your earâ but you canât fool him, because your need is plastered all over your face; it shows in your hips that buck and grind against his palm, needy clit pressing against his hand and drawing soft whimpers from your lipsâ and he knows that you couldnât care less about the movie. itâs not like you could even hear it over the wet, filthy squelches of his fingers slamming into your cunt.
you said you wouldnâtâ you couldnât, it was going too farâ and yet you still find yourself pressed into the mattress, breathing helplessly against yeonjunâs pouty lips that make out with yours, sly tongue and teeth playing your mouth in ways you could never comprehend, head foggy and dazed as you take everything he gives you; hips rolling into you as his cock hits you so nice and deep, angling his hips to hit that spot that has you trembling and jolting against him, soft whimpers swallowed into his mouth, eating you up until heâs pulling away to mumble against your lips.
âso prettyâ so cute, been wantinâ to have you like this for forever,â groaning at the way you wrap your leg around him, hands on his back pushing him forward so his bodyâs pressed against yours, âno oneâs gonna know, okay? just between usâ just for us to knowâŚâ
the dread and fear that paralyzes you when you hear the front door open downstairs isnât matched by yeonjunâ while you stiffen and press your hands against his chest, trying to push him away with frantic gasps and tears in your eyesâ âoh my god, oh my god, get out!ââ yeonjun merely shushes you and pulls you closer; his nails dig into your thigh and he wraps it tighter against him.
âitâs okay.â
âtheyâre gonna hear usââ
âno theyâre not, itâs okayââ
âtheyâre gonna find outâ please, go, i canât, we canât be seen like thisââ
yeonjun puts his weight fully against you, pressing you into the mattress and flushing the air out your lungsâ he places a hand on your mouth, dark eyes glaring sternly.
âbe quiet, and they wonât find out.â
you stare at him with those wide, glistening eyes of yours, heart about to pound out of your chestâ he gives you a fond smile.
âokay?â
a moment passes, and you gulpâ you can feel his cock twitching desperately inside you, the commotion of your parents settling down in the living room downstairsâ
and you nod.
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happy two year anniversary to amazon wishlist âĽď¸âĽď¸âĽď¸
amazon wishlist â kang taehyun
pairing: roommate!kang taehyun x afab!reader summary: your roommate and best friend, taehyun, finds a dildo on your amazon wishlist.
wc: 5.5k
warnings: masturbation, dry humping, dirty talk (praise, some degradation), pet names (princess, angel, baby, pretty), like One spank, teasing/humiliation?, penetrative, safe sex, mention of cunnilingus and handjob, also unrealistic because taehyun games here but. let me live my gamer bf dreams ok?
note: originally wrote this in 3rd person and then had to manually change it to 2nd person so sorry for any mistakes ! also still figuring how this site works so sorry for the plain formatting. i dont actually know if amazon sells dildos, and if they cost $30? probably not but yk... artistic liberty... capitalism...
Thereâs no chicken.
You notice this one Friday afternoon in the middle of July, while the pavements outside sizzle from the heat and the sun spills through the windows and warms up your back. Youâre in the kitchen, sifting through a pathetic heap of frozen food. Usually, you head to the nearby supermarket after pilates class to pick up a pack of bacon; other times, Taehyun comes home after a day with Kai bearing a bag of frozen wedges. Either way, itâs clear that neither of you have bought anything edible since your last grocery run two weeks ago.
Frozen french fries. Korean corndogs. A half-empty pack of fishcakes. No chicken.
You open the fridge, eyes skimming over its meager contents, as if it would be there. It isnât. You open the freezer again, wondering if the gods above would be so gracious as to summon some chicken breast into your freezer to feed you and your roommate tonight. They donât.
âMaybe we should go grocery shopping.â
Youâre fresh from a long, elaborate shower. Your hair falls in wet tresses over your shoulders and youâre clad in dolphin shorts and a big shirt that might have been Taehyunâs but you borrowed so often and for so long that he probably forgot it ever belonged to him. Itâs your turn to cook dinner and youâre grumbling over the fact that Taehyun cooked your only remaining pack of chicken breast last night when you hear his bedroom door click open.
Just in time. A shitty rap song follows the sound of the soft padding of his footsteps against the floor. âHey, you home?â he calls from halfway down the hallway, but you cut him off before he can say anything else.
âI told you I would cook chicken and you still finished it last night, and now thereâs nothing for me to cook, asshole,â you say, more exasperated than angry. You turn around just as he walks in, wearing nothing but black joggers and his obnoxious RGB headset. His eyes are wide and bashful. You wrinkle your nose and turn around again. âWhat happened to your shirt?â
Taehyun has the decency to sound sheepish. âSorry, I was playing with the boys,â he mumbles, like that wasnât painfully obvious already. You have no problem with seeing Taehyun or shirtless guys by themselves, but a shirtless Taehyun has you torn between wanting to throw up and throwing away your clothes. Maybe to other people having a first-class view of his washboard abs sounds like a blessing, but to you, itâs only a level below mental distress.
âTell Kai I said hi,â you say absently, now going through your drawers for restaurant flyers (if worse comes to worst, youâll order takeout for tonight). âAnyway, whatâd you come outside for?â
âI needed to talk to you about something.â
At this, you peer over your shoulder, studying Taehyunâs face. He doesnât look particularly upset, just stoic, which is a dangerous sign in itself. Taehyunâs usually calm, but heâs not stoicâat least, not in this stage of your friendship, when Taehyun has known you long enough to stop pretending that heâs some sort of tsundere.
âIs something wrong?â you ask softly, turning around to lean against the counter.
âI saw your wishlist on Amazon. Why do you have a dildo on there?â
The words fall on you like a bucket of hardened cement. You feel your heart rate increase by about a thousand beats.
âIâyou what?â you sputter in disbelief. There are a few seconds in-between this moment of horror where you want to scold him, yell at him, do anything, but itâs not like heâs in the wrong. Itâs your Amazon wishlist. But why was he snooping around on it? And why did you put a dildo on it? Fuck. Your mind searches for an intelligent response, but all that falls out of your mouth is, âOther people can see that?â
Taehyun raises his eyebrows. âYes? I hope you didnât share it with your parents or anything, âcause itâs like, the first one on the list.â
You grip the counter, suddenly feeling very ill. âOh. Shit.â You had not done anything of the sortâyou kept your parents away from your online presence for that very reason. But if anyone was to stumble upon your questionable wishlist on Amazon dot com, you werenât expecting Taehyun of all people. Your best friend? And roommate? Really? Fuck Jeff Bezos, for real.
âBut thatâs besides the point,â Taehyun says, advancing towards you, and you back up a little. Between his tall, wide-shouldered frame and you being a good bit smaller, you discover that it is very, very easy to feel intimidated, almost trapped, by him. âWhy do you need to buy one? You know I got a dick, right?â
Itâs like another punch to the stomach, except someone also crushed your head with a boulder. If you werenât red before, you definitely are now, sweat pooling at your palms at his implication. âWhat the fuck are you talking about.â
Taehyun shrugs and reaches behind you to grab a glass from the dish holder. âIâm just saying,â he says, making his way over to the sink. âWhy waste thirty dollars on some plastic when you can get the real thing for free? And better?â
Are you even hearing him right? âGenuinely what are you on,â you say, still aghast. âI wanted to buy one becauseâbecauseâI mean, I-I donât know, itâs normal! Shit, Taehyun, does it really matter? Donât tell me youâre being serious.â
He shrugs again. âWhy not?â
You say the first thing that pops into your mind. âWhat if it sucks?â
Taehyun only laughs. âYou really have that little faith in me?â
âI donât know!â You think briefly on the sex talks you two have hadâsome you had sprawled over each other on the couch, glasses of soju in hand; others you had during movie nights, clay masks smeared over your faces while you struggled not to laugh too hard. They were fun, sure, but itâs one thing to hear Taehyun talk about fucking other people and another to hear him talk about fucking you. To your knowledge, Taehyunâs pretty good in bed, but⌠But why are you even considering it? You both have been best friends for years. If you have sex, itâs only going to ruin your friendship. There are other ways for you to feel goodâways that donât risk a seven-year friendship and getting kicked out of the apartment.
âI donât know,â you say again, suddenly terrified at yourself for not giving him a straight answer. It should be a hard, flat no! You shouldnât be considering it all! Yet here you are, your brain suddenly full of the thought of Taehyun and his dick.
âHey, Iâm just saying. Trying to open up some options for you here. Iâm one hundred percent willing, but only if you are.â Taehyun puts up his hands like that settles it. He flashes you a smile. âJust tell me, okay? And if you still donât want to, thatâs chill too. Weâll both act like this never happened.â
Is that even possible? âRight,â you say, feeling faint. âOkay, yeah.â
Taehyunâs smile doesnât fade. You can only watch as he takes a swig of water and shuffles happily to his room.

You think about it. Probably a bit too much.
You have an essay to write for your class, and itâs due in a few hoursâbut you canât stop thinking about it. It being Taehyun fucking you. In your defense, youâve been pent up all week, trying to balance your academics and health and social life and Taehyun all without having any time for yourself, so it makes sense, you think. You hope it makes sense that youâre fantasizing about your roommate, considering everything thatâs happening to you.
You shut your laptop and sigh, lying back down on your bed. Taehyun has been acting completely normal in the three days between now and when he had first made his offer, which you are endlessly grateful for, but also bewildered by. He had even paid for takeout that same night, and you had eaten it together on the floor of your living room, and it was like nothing had even happened. Still, youâve been mulling it over ever since. Pondering it, if you will. And itâs not your first time. Many nights you have found your tired, worn-out brain wandering to your roommate, his pretty face, great body, cute personality⌠How it would feel. What he would do. Taehyun, leaning over you, kissing you, running his pretty hands up and down your skin. Nipping at your collarbone with his sharp, perfect teeth. Grazing them along your neck, sucking at the soft parts.
Fuck. Youâre wet.
You feel crazy.
Your hands slide down your panties, face burning with shame. The only thing you can think of is Taehyun, his soft skin and pretty brown eyes, his lean arms and chest. You picture him above you, caging you between his arms, a glittering smile on his face as he touches you, his back muscles flexing. Do you like that? he whispers, his voice low and raspy. You donât even have to work hard to imagine what he sounds like during sexâthe walls here are awfully thin, heâs a twenty-one-year-old guy, and youâve thought about it more often than not.
âFuck,â you keen, your hips rolling up as you dip your finger into your folds. Your free hand trails up your torso and into your mouth; you roll your tongue around your fingers and wish, crazily, that you were sucking on Taehyunâs instead. âShit, oh fââ

âAbout your offer.â
Youâre sitting at the dining table. Taehyun is halfway through his serving of pancakes that you made for him in a partly-tired, mostly-horny daze. After a particularly busy morning, you canât remember much of last night other than the fact that you fucked yourself sore and came three times in a row, no refractory period, and now you can barely hold your fork.
Taehyun looks up at you. Heâs shirtless again. If you were any crazier you would be disappointed that he never left much room for imagination before your first time together. âMy offer,â he echoes.
âFrom a few days ago,â you clarify, poking your fork through your slice of toast. âThe. You-fucking-me thing.â
âAh.â Taehyun leans back and you can tell heâs fighting down a smile. âYeah, what about it?â
âWell. Iâve been kinda⌠you know, lately,â you begin, staring hard at your plate, âand I was gonna buy the⌠you know, but then I realized my shipping address is still at my parentsâ house and I really donât want to wait for another week or pay extra to get it the next day or pay thirty dollars for a plastic dick soââ
âSo you want me to fuck you?â
You let out a breath and brave a glance at him. âYeah,â you mumble.
âThatâs all you had to say,â Taehyun says with a smile. He pushes his plate away and fixes you with a look. âWhen do you want to do it? Kinda weird to be planning this out, no?â
You groan and bury your face in your hands. âThis is exactly why I didnât want to do it,â you groan.
Taehyun laughs, reaching over to touch your arm. âDonât worry about it. What about later tonight? After youâre finished with your homework, I can help you unwind,â he suggests, and he sounds like heâs just telling you about the weatherâbut his voice has dropped about three octaves and normally you would find this shit cringe, but. Holy fuck.
You arenât one for slutshaming, but perhaps you are one yourself. You squeeze your thighs together and nod, your gaze falling to the table. âSure. That sounds good.â
âGood. You can come to my room once youâve finished. I wonât be playing tonight, so donât worry about interrupting. Well, you might be interrupting something, butââ
âOkay, okay, I get it. Nooo need to elaborate,â you spit, standing up and picking up your plate. Taehyun laughs as you walk over to the sink and put away your dish. When you return back to the dining table, he continues eating like nothing happened. âIâll go study now.â
âStudy well, pretty.â
You make a vague sound of affirmation before slipping inside your room again. You back up against the door and take a second to breathe, then shuffle over to your closet.
Your panties are wet. Again.

âCome in.â
You step inside his room. Itâs darkâhis lights arenât on, save for the RGB strips on his setup. He sits on his chair, legs spread, lap looking awfully inviting. For once, heâs wearing a hoodie, and he looks like he just got off a game.
âI expected to catch you at a more⌠compromising time,â you say, carefully.
âFunny way to say you wanted to see me jerking off.â
âI didnât say that,â you say with a frown, and you stop walking in front of his chair. Taehyun pats his lap. Heâs smiling so, so wide.
âTake a seat.â
Youâre grateful when his hands reach up to cup your waist, guiding you as you slide a leg over him and sit down. Itâs weirdâoddly comfortable, but your tits are pressed up against his chest and your faces are really, really close. Like, close enough you can see each of his eyelashes. Heâs so, so pretty.
Taehyun looks you in the eye. âCan I kiss you?â he asks, voice soft. When you nod, he hums and squeezes your waist. âAlright. Tell me about your day.â
âHuh?â
âForeplay, baby. Thatâs like, the whole essence of a hookup.â Taehyun raises his eyebrows at you. âWould you just play along?â
âFine, fine. I didnât do muâoh,â you gasp, as Taehyunâs lips latch onto your neck, pulling you into him. âAh, fuck. I didnât do much. IâI woke up early and did some assignments. Got a ninety percent on my mock exams.â
âWoah,â Taehyun says, pulling away. His eyes are bright. âReally?â
âYeah. All of them.â
âDamn. Good job. Sometimes I forget youâre smart and hot,â he murmurs in between kisses. âPerfect girl.â
Holy shit. âUmâand then I went to the gym and this guy asked me for my number,â you continue. Taehyun licks at your throat and bites down hard. âOw, fuck you. I said no thanks and then went back home and showered.â
âDid you do anything in the shower?â
You scoff as he licks along your jaw. âNo. Iâm not a perv like you.â
âNot a good idea to make fun of the guy whoâs about to fuck you.â
âSorry. Canât help it.â
âAnd then what?â
âAnd then I had breakfast with you and after, I⌠I fucked myself a little.â Taehyun groans and your breath hitches in your throat. âI thought of you.â
He chuckles. âI would have been a little confused if you hadnât. You must have been so pent up, baby, huh?â
You grab a fistful of his hair and pulls him away from your neck so your eyes meet. âIâve been thinking of you. For a long time. Even before you made the offer,â you say, barely breathing. Your grip loosens, and you watch as his eyes grow dark. âAnytime I got h-horny, IâI imagined you. And I⌠was going to buy the toy âcause I never thought Iâd get the real thing with you.â
Taehyun seems taken aback, but his face of faint surprise melts into his usual cocky smile and he presses his lips against yours.
âIâm sorry to disappoint, but the real thing is a little bigger than five inches, baby.â
If you werenât wet before, youâre drenched now. You feel a little bad for his grey sweatpants, the front all smeared with your precum. But knowing Taehyun, heâd probably like that.
You continue kissing for a while, Taehyunâs gaming chair creaking incessantly underneath your weight, but youâre too turned on to be bothered. Heâs still playing with your panties, rubbing you over them. You honestly, truly might die.
âTaehyun,â you say, pulling away. He looks like a mess, lipgloss smeared all over his mouth, hair messy from your constant running your hands through them. âCan you touch me?â
âI am touching you, baby.â
You whine. âNo, no, likeâlike inside me, please, fuck.â
âUse your pretty voice to ask me nicely.â
You take a deep breath but itâs let out as a whimper. âPlease, Taehyun. Fuck me with your fingers,â you mumble, burying your face in his neck. âPlease, please. Please.â
âGood job, princess. Of course. Anything you want.â
And youâyou almost die, and it shows with the way you squeezes your thighs together and nuzzle your face deeper into his shoulder, letting out a soft moan when he finally moves to comply.
Taehyun seems to notice, because something in his eyes shifts and he leans in, kissing your cheek. âDo you like it when I praise you, baby? Come on, tell me everything. Tell me what turns you on. Want to make you feel good.â
âI like praise, yeah,â you say, your voice trembling as he moves his hands down to the hem of your panties. âPraise and⌠And some degradation, too, but mostly praise. I like pet names andâfuckâbiting and spanking and k-kissing, fuck, even just kissing turns me on so much.â
âI can tell, baby.â Taehyun glides a finger over your cunt and smiles. âYouâre fucking soaked. So cuuute.â He coos it, like youâre some sort of cute doll and not his fucking roommate whose pussy heâs playing with.
It makes you whimper, your fingers shaking where they should be holding onto Taehyunâs shoulders. âUgh, fuck,â you squeak. âFuck you.â
âLet me do it first. Grind down on me, pretty.â
You comply and gasp a little at the hardness underneath you. âFuck. Youâre soââ
Taehyun hums, his hands moving to your waist, helping you rock harder against him. âJust for you. Iâve been hard all day just thinking about you.â
You make a pathetic sound at the back of your throat and kiss him, your mind suddenly flooded with images of him touching himself right here in his chair, the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock, all while he thinks of you. Without warning, he reaches up his free hand and lightly taps at your cheek; you donât even have to think about it before your mouth falls open and his fingers slide in.
âPerfect,â Taehyun breathes, and your heart skips in your chest. âYouâre so good, fuck. Didnât even have to ask, what a good girl.â
You grind down harder. Taehyun throws his head back and lets out something between a sigh and a groan. âFuck, princess,â he rasps. âYouâre so cute.â He reaches up with his other hand to caress your flushed face. âYou feel reallyâughâreally fucking good.â
âOh my god, wait, fuck, waitââ You whimper around his fingers and slow to a stop; your hands clutch at the back of his hoodie. You whine into the cloth, breathing him in, feeling him all over you. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing gently. You can hardly breathe. âI⌠I was getting close. I donât wanna come yet.â
Taehyun shifts a little under you; you huff when his hands slide under your ass and he moves to stand up, lifting you with him. âLetâs move to the bed, then,â he grunts, and your legs close around his waist as he carries the both of you to his bed.
He preoccupies himself by kissing youâyour lips donât move away from each otherâs as you tumble onto the mattress. Your mind is racing. Youâve imagined kissing Taehyun so many times before, fantasized about how it felt, and these past few days it was all you could think about. His lips are so warm, his hands even warmer where they wander on your skin. You want him close, closer. Inside.
You break the kiss. âTaehyun,â you murmur against his lips. âTaehyun, please.â
Thankfully, Taehyun seems to understand what youâre getting at, and doesnât make you beg for itâheâs shimmied out of his sweats and hoodie in record time, with only boxers and a wife beater left. He smiles down at you, gentle, loving. âCould you undress for me?â
You donât need to be asked twice. You pull your dolphin shorts down and kick them off your ankles, trying your best to peel off your shirt as you do so. Taehyun is fully shirtless now, shadows cast across his toned muscles, and his hands probe at his boxers, but his eyes are fixed on you.
You have never felt so exposed wearing your favorite set of lingerieâyou fight the urge to cover your stomach with your arms and instead opt to look up at Taehyun from under your lashes and hope heâs as horny as you are right now.
It takes a moment for Taehyun to recollect himself, but when he does, his hands are immediately on you, awed at your softness. âDamn,â he breathes.
âHow eloquent of you.â
Taehyun laughs, running his hands down your waist. âNo, Iââ He breathes out another chuckle, his eyes trailing down to your belly. âNo, youâre just perfect.â
Your cheeks heat and you feel yourself throb a little at his praise. âSays you. Know how many guys would kill to have your body?â
âKnow how many guys would kill to have such a beautiful, sexy, smart girl like you?â
You press your lips together. You canât help but think about how nice he looks, seated between your legs. âA lot of guys would be after you, it seems.â
âCanât blame them. Fuck, your thighs,â Taehyun groans, moving his hands over them. Your breath catches in your throat. His hands lookâareâhuge. âOh my fucking god. Promise me youâll let me eat you out.â
You blink. âOf course,â you say. âCould you get to fucking me already?â
Taehyun laughs. âRight, sorry. Let me take my boxers off first.â
âDo you have a condom?â
âYeah, it should be in the hoodie pocket.â
You retrieve the hoodie from the other side of the bed and feel around in its pocket before your fingers graze the plastic; you immediately pick it up and throw the hoodie on the floor. Meanwhile, Taehyun is finally fully naked and stroking himself; you turn even redder. Fuck, you want him so bad.
You tell him so. âHurry, hurry, please,â you gasp, tossing the unopened condom packet to Taehyun, who chuckles.
âOn your hands and knees, angel.â
You obey and whimper impatiently as Taehyun opens the condom and puts it on.
âJesus, baby, youâre such a mess already and I havenât even put it in,â Taehyun mumbles. You feel the bed dip where he climbs onto it again, and moans when he gives your ass a smack. âNeedy. Thatâs what you are. Needy and impatient.â
You whimper. âPlease, pleasepleaseplease, just put it in, put it inââ Taehyun pushes the small of your back so you drop face-first onto the mattress, cheek squished against the blankets. It smells like him. Everything smells like him. For once you fall silent when he announces heâs sliding in and you feels it poking at your entrance. Your eyes squeeze shut.
He slides in the first inch and you canât help but whine. âPleeeease, Taehyun,â you gasp, your voice high and reedy. He complies without an answer, sliding in more, slowly, until heâs almost halfway. You let out a squeak.
âWhatâs wrong?â Taehyun coos. âDonât think you can take it?â
You make a small, pathetic noise at the back of your throat. âNonono,â you cry. âYouâre just⌠really big. Bigger than thatâthat dumb f-fucking dildo.â
âAw, am I r-r-really?â Taehyun grins and eases another inch into you before you get the chance to retort. You suck in a breath instead, bunching the sheets into your hands. In a moment of guilt, he uses his other hand to give your waist a reassuring squeeze, then leans over to push back your hair for you. âDamn, youâre tight. You can take it, though, canât you?â
You whimper. âAh, shit, yes.â
âThatâs it. There you go. Doing such a good fucking job, taking my cock.â
Taehyun kisses your shoulder as he slides in the rest, a string of pathetic whimpers and cries leaving your mouth as he bottoms out. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he stays very still, letting you adjust to the size.
To both your surprise, you are the one who breaks the almost-silence with a short huff as you prop yourself on your elbows. âYou⌠you can move now,â you grit out, sounding almost pained.
Taehyun hums. âTell me first. Which do you like better? The toy or my cock?â
Youâre silent, but he can see your knuckles whitening as you grip the bedsheets. Taehyun scoffs and grabs both your arms with his hand, pulling them behind you with a grunt. You yelp as his cock hits a different angle inside of you.
âTell me. Which one is better? I wonât move until you tell me.â
You whimper for a few moments, but Taehyun doesnât let up. You take a shaky breath and let your head hang. âY-you,â you mumble.
âLouder, pretty.â
âI like your cock betterâhmfâbetter than the toy,â you say. Taehyun can hear the tears in your voice and his belly flip-flops. So fucking hot.
He might have said that out loudâyou might have heard himâbut he doesnât have time to think about the possibilities, because at once heâs drawing his hips away from yours and slamming back inside again. The reaction is immediate. You keen, chest heaving at the intensity.Â
âFuck,â you croak, clinging onto the bedsheets.
âGod,â Taehyun breathes, holding you up to his chest, âIâm obsessed with you.â He mouths at your neck and you whimper.
âDonât bite too hard,â you plead. Taehyun bites down harder in response.
âIâll bite as hard as I want,â he says, but thereâs no heat in his words, and he presses a kiss to your shoulder right after. His hands snake up your body, from your hips to your waist until they stop comfortably at your tummy. He thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace, kissing mindlessly at any sliver of skin he can get his lips on. âBeen dreaming about this for ages, you know. Iâve been wanting to fill you up for the longest time.â
Fire stirs within the pit of your stomach at the thought. âI do, too. Fingered myself thinking it was your cock,â you mumble back, delirious, and you can feel him smile against your shoulderblades. Suddenly, he slides out, flips you over and enters you once more in a single swift movement. His pace picks up and you exhale slowly, melting into the pleasure, your eyes trained on the array of faces heâs making above you.
âYouâre perfect, angel.â Taehyunâs voice drops into a murmur, his bangs falling perfectly around his face. âIâve always wanted to do this with you, baby. Not only because youâre really hot, butââhe lets out a moan hereââalso âcause I really, really like you, and I donât wanna fuck the shit out of you for no reason, IâI also wanna take you on dates, andââ He pauses and groans when you squeeze down on him, eyes twisting shut. âAh, shit, and I wanna fuck you not as a one time thing, butâfuck, but as like, a boyfriend thingâmmâyou know?â
You let out a moan, your eyes cracking open incredulously. âYouâre telling me this now?â you pant.
Taehyun laughs but goes even faster, his hands still tight around the softness of your waist. You cry out and latch onto his strong arms, wondering if this is happening, if this is real, if Taehyun really just confessed to you in the middle of rearranging your guts. You canât believe this. Your heart flutters. Your pussy throbs. God, what is wrong with him?
Taehyunâs hand moves up to your jaw. He tilts your chin up and presses your lips together in a slow, slow kiss. âFuck, baby, youâre gorgeous. Shit,â he says, kissing you again and again. He looks almost desperate, moving inside you, his entire face flushed red. âI love kissing you. Such a pretty girl, my baby, arenât you? Iâoh, fuck, you feel so good, I like you so much.â
âShit,â you mewl, reaching up to cup his face. He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving almost desperately now, moaning loudly against your skin. âFuck, Taehyun, youâre crazyâfuckââ
âTell me how beautiful you are,â Taehyun rasps, not sounding like himself at all, but he moves his hips impossibly faster, and his hand trails down to your neck. âTell me how pretty you look while your pussy chokes this dick, fuck.â
You wail, your hands flying up to grasp at his wrists. âIâmââm a puh-pretty girl, fuck, âm so prettyââ
âThatâs right, princess. Are you close? You wanna come?â he rasps, reaching down now to rub your clit. âGo ahead, baby, come on my cock, please, fuck, come onââ
âTaehyun,â you gasp, your breath hitching, as you feel the waves of your oncoming orgasm.Â
ââcream on it, sweet girl, make me proud, wanna feel you coming for me, âcause of meââ
You cry out from underneath him and you jolt so suddenly it startles him; your back arches off the bed and your thighs clamp around him and you go very, very still. You come for a long time, breathing and whining throughout it; Taehyun keeps moving, easing you out of it, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist until finally your muscles relax and you go slack, melting back into the mattress.
âThatâs it, pretty, good job,â he murmurs, running feather-light touches up and down your torso. âGood job, princess, what a sweet girl.â
He slides out of you after a minute, and you make a noise; you crane your neck to watch as he peels off the condom. âDid you come?â you ask, your voice awfully quiet. He looks up at you and smiles.
âItâs fine, baby.â
You move to sit up. âNo, noââ
âAngel, Iâm good.â
âYouâre stillââ
âShush.â Taehyun scoots closer to you, settling on his elbows between your legs. âI still want to taste you.â

An hour later, you find yourselves lying in bed together. After making you come another time on his tongue and finally coming after the worldâs best handjob, Taehyun had scooped you up and seated you in the bathtub, where you took turns washing each otherâs hair and giggling deliriously about what had just happened. You smell overwhelmingly like his shitty male body wash, but you find it hard to care that much when heâs buried his face in the crook of your neck.
Seeing that your friendship was effectively ruined in the best way possible, you find it hard not to giggle a little, wrapped in his arms. Taehyunâs hands, sliding smooth and gentle across your torso, stop abruptly.
âWhat are you laughing at?â he asks, sounding affronted.
âYou. Youâre ridiculous.â
âWhat? I wasnât even doing anything.â
âWouldnât it have been easier to just ask me out on a date? As opposed to offering to fuck me. You came off a little strong with that, you know,â you mumble. âNow that I think about it, it was kind of a dick move.â
âSorry,â Taehyun grumbles. âIâve asked you out to dinner multiple times but you kept calling them friend dates so I gave up on that.â
âYou were trying to flirt with me? I had no idea.â
âClearly. Thatâs why I had to stop trying to make romantic advancements and just settled on asking to fuck you instead. The dildo was the perfect incentive.â His fingers move up to tangle in your hair. âI hadâI have, like, the biggest, stupidest crush on you. Itâs embarrassing.â
You smile. âLucky you. I like you, too.â
He breathes out, presses his forehead to your shoulder. âThank god. I was waiting for you to say it,â he says quietly. âWe donât have to talk about it now, though. Letâs talk about it in the morning.â
âFine with me. Why were you even looking at my Amazon wishlist, anyway?â
âWell.â Taehyun stills his hands and clears his throat. âI was trying⌠to pick out⌠a birthday gift for you.â
âA birthday gift?â
âYeah.â
âOh my god.â
âDonât laugh.â
You start to laugh. âOh my god,â you say again, in between giggles. âMy birthday isnât for another two months, dumbass.â
âI wanted to be prepared!â Taehyun protests, pinching lightly at your waist. âI told you, I have the biggest fucking crush on you. I was gonna give you a bunch of little gifts. And actually, I was planning to ask you to be my girlfriend. I was so excited, too. Asked the guys for help and everything. Soobin was going to hold up the sign. And Beomgyu was in charge of finding a nice place.â
You snort, twisting around to kiss him. âSorry for laughing. Youâre just an idiot sometimes,â you mumble, and kiss him again. âIf it makes you feel better, I would have said yes. And anyway⌠I kinda knew you liked me. The walls are very thin, you know.â
Taehyun tenses up behind you. âWhat?â he asks after a beat of silence.
âI hear you jacking off all the time. Iâm sorry to break it to you. At least you sound pretty.â
Taehyun groans and presses his nose between your shoulderblades. âFuck you,â he says, muffled.
You hum. âWeâre even.â

tyun: pussy so good i professed my undying love for her
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someone remind me to edit some writing tmr⌠itâs to your benefit i promise
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