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; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️ fight, flight, or fuck? (atwb! 2)

part one | atwb! masterlist

— note; i know little to nothing about boxing and genuinely cannot look at this fic anymore :D. any feedback or thoughts for the series are welcomeee. bold dialogue is in english. edited.

— synopsis; it’s the next day reunited with your favourite people in the world, and taehyun has a proposal for you that you can’t pass up, including a little surprise to spice up your time together. 12.6k words (💀).

— cw; hella fluff again, smut, poly relationship (ot5 + you), long distance relationship, idol txt, actor reader, more yn usage, SO MANY PETNAMES, sonny angel unboxing cuz i can, domtop male reader, taejun crumbs, lil feminisation, humiliation kink, tiny manhandling/strength kink, unused safeword, anal fingering, sex toys (vibrating butt plug), edging & denial, semi-public (in an empty gym room, then shower room), foot humping, face-fucking (t receiving), facial, subspace, he cries a teensy bit, aftercare, mentioned shower sex & creampie.

the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the cracked door is what steals you apart from your deep slumber, accompanied by an immense appetite. beomgyu is still passed out, despite the bright light filtering in from the early afternoon sun. he’s sprawled out on top of you, arms secured around your top half while you lie on your stomach, and you think you can feel a sticky patch of skin on your back where he may or may not have drooled a little.

you can’t bring yourself to move at first, choosing to lay with your eyes closed to commit to memory the rare feeling of peace that holds your body. the brown-haired man lightly snores away above you, barely discernible over the sound of the ac, and the sun’s golden rays warm your skin. this is home. you let out a pleased hum and wiggle your whole body automatically, beomgyu’s following along, at the serenity of it all.

then reality sets in once again. the pinches of discomfort in your stomach quickly morph into a black hole, the pain near unbearable with the way your insides seem to warp around each other in a cry for sustenance. with a small sigh at the terms of your mortality, you attempt to slide out of your boyfriend’s grip. it isn’t without its challenges, however. beomgyu tightens his hold unconsciously, even going so far as to roll with you when you turn onto your side to pry the iron grip manually. lacing his fingers with yours, you successfully get loose and crawl onto the cool floor.

“why are you leaving me?” his whines flow out in a low rasp, even deeper than his usual pitch thanks to sleep, eyes still shut. he extends a blind arm out to look for you and finds nothing but still warm sheets. amused by his antics, you reach out to card your fingers through his long, messy hair.

“good morning to you too, beomie.” beomgyu only grunts at you while leaning into your touch, insisting you answer his question. “my stomach is caving in on itself, baby. i’ll bring you some breakfast, hm?”

the younger nods languidly, finally blinking his beautiful dark eyes open to look at you. he puckers his lips adorably with the small energy he managed to summon, eyes already fluttering close again. after granting his wish and one more on his nose, you slip out of the room and allow your own nose to guide you (you also had some trouble keeping your eyes open).

you’re soon greeted with the sight of taehyun’s broad back, arriving just as he skilfully grabs a golden slice of bread on its ascent from the toaster. you move behind him silently and slip your arms around his waist to curl yourself over his body. taehyun jumps in shock, scolding you for creeping up like that but leans into your embrace anyway while he starts on another task. he’s a lot firmer than you remember, you think as your hands dance along his tank top and apron, and remind you of his physique. it’s a lot different seeing – and feeling – it in person. you make a mental note to comment on his well-earned progress.

“did you sleep well?” he asks.

“not for long, but it was the best i’ve had in a while. did you?”

“me too – i feel so much better when we’re all together.” you nuzzle taehyun’s neck at the sweet comment and he scrunches up with a wide, dimpled smile. “you were up late? how long was the movie?”

“yeah honey, how was the movie?” the new teasing voice makes your head spin. yeonjun is strolling in, old graphic shirt half on and bare face making your stomach twist and turn (in a good way this time). he gives you a pointed look as he leans on the counter beside the two of you. you pull a silly face in return at the realisation of being caught. nice one, you berate the you of yesterday as you feel your cheeks heat up in slight mortification.

he isn’t finished, however, commenting childishly, “ehhh~ don’t act shy now. he was all over me last night after you roughed him up,” you guess soobin had snuck into his room in the middle of the night (he really loved his post-sex cuddles). taehyun looks a little lost, both at your obvious embarrassment and yeonjun’s tittering.

“taehyun, you didn’t hear them last night?” at his words, taehyun cranes his neck around to take a gander at you for the first time since you stepped into the kitchen. sure enough, some weak marks litter your darker skin. as expected of soobin.

“well, if you must know, we, uh,” you cough into your fist, “did get a little distracted... but that’s fine, because i know it’s five stars on letterboxd anyway.”

“heard something else was five stars too — you couldn’t even wait until his room, ya nasties.” the ginger snickers at his own joke, barely dodging the hand towel you grab and whip at him. looks like someone woke up on the right side of bed. such incessant teasing was inevitable, yet you find the eldest’s playfulness infecting you contagiously. while you’re preoccupied, taehyun slips around you to carry some large plates filled with a variety of breakfast foods over to their dining table. yeonjun is quickly distracted, his arms up in defence losing their strength, “wow, looks delicious, tae.”

you hum in agreement, picking up two dishes you figured made the cut and helping out with the transfer. once the three of you had laid out the humble dining table, taehyun pauses at the head with a pleased expression before glancing up at you with big, round eyes.

“i’m about to fuck this shit up,” he laughs at your choice of words, picking up a juicy strawberry and pressing it to your lips. If there’s one thing taehyun loved, it was feeding his favourite people in the world. you take a big bite before you kiss him in appreciation. the sweet juices flood his mouth when you do, and he blames the fresh fruit as to why you taste so irresistible. his eyes are still closed when you pull away with a thank you, pretty. you miss his flustered smile as you turn back to the table, “damn, this really is a lot. you made it all yourself?”

“yeah. i wanted to do something nice since you’re back, and it’s been a minute since we had a big home-cooked breakfast like this. right, hyung?” yeonjun nods, looking up at the both of you from his seat, eyes sparkling as flavour bursts in his mouth, so good.

“next time, tell me please. i want to help. but thank you, thank you, thank you. you spoil me too much.” you punctuate each thanks with a pointed kiss on his cheek.

the oldest pulls out the chair beside him and pats it a couple times for you to take a seat. you do so quickly, hand moving to the exposed parts of his waist and caressing the skin. not missing the chance, yeonjun cuts up a piece of the hotteok he was just munching on and brings it to your lips with an expectant look. the warm syrup catches on your lips as he places it in your mouth. he has a mind to lick it off, but you beat him to it, tongue catching it in one swipe.

“is it good?” taehyun asks, still standing at the head of the table with hands on his narrow hips. yeonjun is watching you like a hawk too. you munch a couple of times to let the taste flood your tastebuds. your deep, content moan is all that he needs. “eat lots, guys.” taehyun takes off his apron before joining both of you at the table, beginning to ask more about your time away.

you’re about halfway through your delicious homemade feast when hyuka joins you, greeting all three of you while he fills his plate to the brim. soobin is next to arrive with the slightest limp to his step. huening can’t hide his amusement at the sorry state of his hyung.

“don’t laugh,” he complains shyly, trying to fix his wild black hair as he surveys the food. everyone is eyeing him, one or two a tad jealous and all entertained. his neck boasts pretty patches of crimson, and his face is puffy like the bread he loves to eat. you wink at him when he catches your eyes through his black-rimmed glasses. he’s noticeably flustered, but doesn’t let it stop him from asking, “where’s beomgyu?”

“still in bed. ah-! i said i’d bring him some food. whoops.” you start to move when yeonjun suggests you bring him out so you can all eat together. you agree and head back to his room, unable to resist giving soobin’s supple butt a rub and a pat when you slip by him.

beomgyu is awake when you return to his room, wrapped up in his duvet and scrolling on his phone with a loose hand. he’s quick to discard it off to the side as he spots your figure, looking at you with a disgruntled expression when you beckon him up. “come on, pup. let’s go eat together.”

“hyung it’s been like an hour. you forgot about me, huh.”

“first of all don’t exaggerate; it wasn’t that long. second, nooo, i didn’t forgetttt! how could i ever?” he rolls away from you at the lilt to your voice, and your awful lying skills. at his stubbornness you walk closer and lean over him, now able to see the cute ‘:>’ face he’s sporting and knowing that he wasn’t actually upset. “hyung is sorry, gyu. i love you.” he meets your puppy dog eyes briefly before closing them and making a show of snuggling in.

“i’m ‘sleep. love you too though.” beomgyu feels your arms wind around his waist, and before he knows it, his body is waving goodbye to the warmth of his mattress and he’s in the air. of course, it doesn’t happen silently, his mouth moving faster than his mind as he screams in shock. it’s startling for you too; you quickly place him down but don’t loosen your hold – his knees had yet to regain their strength from his brief spout of adrenaline, meaning you were the only thing stopping him from face-planting the floor.

“that was so much fun!” beomgyu grins like a madman, now fully awake. he spins around to look at you with gorgeous brown eyes, overflowing with love. you’re a little confused by how much he enjoyed it, but let your expression do the talking for you, happy you could make him smile. “i want a piggyback. please?”

you turn around in reply, bending at the knees for him to hop on. he does so without any trouble and loops his arms around your shoulders, allowing you to walk the pair of you back into the kitchen.

“i’m surprised you got him out of bed, honestly.” soobin comments, shoving some buttered bread into his mouth.

“but of course,” you slip into your previous seat next to yeonjun after dropping beomgyu off by the spare chair, the ginger’s arm reaching out to rest over the back of your chair. taehyun is quick to pass the new arrival his favourites, making sure the brunet ate a good amount. beomgyu ruffles his black hair in appreciation as you ask, “what are we doing today?”

most of them didn’t have any specific plans, besides heading to the office for a quick meeting about their break plans. there were a few friends you planned to meet up with while you were in south korea, and your agency had set up some castings and a test shoot for you attend but you wanted to spend a majority of your time with your boyfriends. which meant tagging along here and there, and somewhat impromptu dates and precious quality time.

“yn-hyung,” taehyun catches your attention, “do you want to come to the gym with me today? before the meeting? i want to practise some boxing techniques i learnt abroad while we’re over there.”

“mh, yeah! i haven’t worked out in a while because i’ve been so busy lately.” taehyun grins at your quick and enthusiastic acceptance, happy he could spend some time with you.

“why didn’t you invite me?” huening complains jokingly.

“do you want to come?” the older challenges him in an instant.

“no… but still.” he pouts, and soobin gives his soft cheeks a pinch with a fond smile. “i would’ve if you said something earlier though. i wanna see hyung beat you up.”

the unexpected attack causes laughter to break out around the table. you flex your biceps after your bought of cackles, pointing with two fingers at your own eyes and then directing them to taehyun in a taunt.

“i don’t know about that one anymore, hyuka; taehyun’s gotten really good.” beomgyu joins in, eyeing his younger member.

“actually, i can tell.” you can’t help but admit, “well, i’ll need to see it first-hand y’know, put him to the test and the like. but holy shit, babe – i was thinking about it earlier when I was hugging you, and i could literally feel how hard you’ve worked.”

taehyun feels his lips hike up further and further as everyone else joins in with the compliments, recognising his effort over the years. he pulls up his arms too, flexing off the growth and definition to your whoops and cheers.

“it’s kinda scary,” soobin chimes in off-handedly. beomgyu takes his comment personally.

“i don’t know why you’re scared! you little bitch, he’s always attacking me!” that is also true, you nod along through your laugh. taehyun loved fighting and putting his physical strength to good (?) use, and the current brunet tended to be the unfortunate target of his affections, his protests often ringing loud in the background of calls and videos.

beomgyu directs the topic back to you with a finger, offering you up to be the new sandbag with little regard for your own opinions on the matter. luckily for him, you’re more than happy to take his position. you and taehyun share a subtle look that soobin is the only one to catch onto, watching as a common understanding passes through your eyes. the leader has absolutely no plans to intervene. poor beomgyu.

after eating, yeonjun quickly steals you away to his room, with plans to nap. he hadn’t been awake for more than maybe two hours at that point, but such a glamorous lifestyle meant full nights of sleep were few and far between. the older had told you earlier how he hadn’t been sleeping so well recently, using the truth as an incentive to make you follow along. although you would’ve agreed regardless, forever at his beck and call.

the ginger falls into his unmade bed with you right behind him, sliding ungracefully over his body to reach his other side, and curling your arms around each other. it’s still for a while, just the sounds of your light breathing and the faint thumps of your heartbeats until you speak up, “are you really going back to sleep?”

he furrows his thick eyebrows the way he endearingly does in mild frustration at your question, grumbling into your neck as his arms tighten around you, “yes. you’re my body pillow, so you can’t leave. you can talk if you’d like though. you know i love your voice.”

“i can talk! well, i’ll say,” you bring up a hand to run through his light hair, sweeping it away from his face so you could kiss his forehead, “there’s no-one quite as generous as you, my prince. how should i serve you? sing your praises? reminisce my favourite times together? i fear you won’t be getting much rest,” at your sudden roleplay yeonjun’s defined cheeks tug up and he giggles with glee at your consideration.

“honey you’re cute,”

“i know. you’re cuter though,”

it shouldn’t be new news that your jjunie loves to be loved, to be adored, even babied on the occasion. the latter didn’t happen as frequently as he would’ve liked with the other members, seeing as he was the oldest and endorsed with the star-studded title of ‘4th gen it boy’. soobin often indulged him as his leader but age hierarchies triumphed most of the time. you were younger than him but had a sense of maturity from your upbringing and how you lived your adult life, as well as being a foreigner to korea.

so whenever you were home, he’d turn it up to the max. and of course, you’d let your cuteness aggression get the better of you. not like the other four were any less adorable in your eyes. it was meant to be. as he nuzzles closer, yeonjun’s cheeks begin to hurt from how hard he’s smiling. he would absorb your entire being endocytosis-style if he could, and you still wouldn’t be close enough.

around you, yeonjun could relinquish control and relax without questions or judgement, something he adored you for dearly. this year had been tough – maybe the toughest they’d had yet – with the first name chapter reaching the success that it did and countless promotions in both south korea and abroad. all the times he’d wanted nothing more than to collapse into your arms and empty his head of all his worries yet with no success had weighed on you too, feeling guilt that you couldn’t be there when he, and the rest, needed you the most. it ate you up inside. but you were together now, and you’d make the most of it. who knew when you’d see each other in person again?

“love you, jjunie.”

“i love you more, baby.”

“yn-hyung,” a soft voice steals your attention from your phone. yeonjun sleeps away peacefully glued to your skin, having passed out not long after your confessions. you spot taehyun in the doorway to yeonjun’s room and smile at the sight of him, waiting for him to speak. his circular eyes move from your face to yeonjun’s, then back to you again, showing clear hesitance.

“are you busy..?” you snicker quietly, keeping your voice low as you reply to keep your sleeping prince asleep.

“i said i wouldn’t leave, but he’s been asleep for a while. why, what’s up, doll?” the familiar pet name makes him smile, and he beckons you over with a hand.

“come, i want to show you something before we go.” his words make you check your wrist, and you realise indeed that the time for your impromptu training session was creeping closer. you nod at the younger and lift a finger up to tell him you’ll be just a second. by the time you’ve wormed out of yeonjun’s weak hold and replaced your absence with an actual body pillow, taehyun had slipped out of yeonjun’s room to wait in the corridor.

“okay,” you look at him gently, “what is it?” without an answer, taehyun takes your hand and pulls you to his own bedroom just one door over, shutting it behind you.

then it feels like you’ve suddenly turned invisible. the silence is long, and you wait, somewhat patiently, for taehyun to speak. the idol fiddles lightly; running a hand through his black hair to pull it out of his face, tugging at the already loose collarbone of his brown custom-made hoodie. in case you were contributing to his unusual nervousness, you take a seat on his bed to flip the height dynamic, resting your weight on one hand placed behind you in a relaxed position.

your eyes trail the room, “did you change some things in here, tyun? it looks a different.”

taehyun almost springs into action, “uh!” he nods endearingly, “i got a new dresser and put out some souvenirs from- oh!” a light bulb appears over his head, following along as he moves to his desk – in a new position, you observe alone – and picks up a familiar-looking shape. he then takes a seat next to you, handing you the hexagonal box covered in hearts, “i got you a sonny angel! it’s from one of the valentine’s collections.”

you gasp and you look at him wide-eyed before rotating the box in small disbelief. you had started collecting the cute figurines not that long ago after falling in love with them through an instagram reel some months back, and kept the boys updated. you had lots of fun in sharing your finds, even attributing nicknames to your favourites, and comparing some to your boyfriends. it appeared to be part of a collection from a few years back. taehyun would’ve been in the middle of promotions for temptation when he picked it up, which made it even more special that he was thinking of you during the hectic time.

“aha! no fucking way! thank you so much, baby.” you turn to pull him into a side hug, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “can i open it?”

“obviously; it’s yours.” you realise a little too late that the question was unnecessary, but quickly open it up. a small figure dressed in a yellow shirt with ‘LOVE’ written on the front in red font greeted your grinning face, the angel’s left mouse ear decorated with what looked like dripping milk chocolate.

“it’s a mouse!”

“do you like it? is it new?” taehyun had watched you unbox it on the edge of his seat, fingers and toes crossed tightly in hopes it wasn’t one you already had.

“yes?! i’m so happy. now I just need the sheep to complete this collection. this is so much fun!” you kick your feet in happiness and tackle taehyun on his bed. he doesn’t stay down for long, summoning his strength to flip you over so he’s on top and confining your arms above your head. the impromptu wrestling match catches you off guard, and by the time you register what’s happening, taehyun’s grip on your wrists and your waist with his thighs are too solid to break out of.

he grins above you, fanged teeth on display. you struggle to speak through your laughter, but manage to concede the victory to taehyun, “we should save our energy for later, tyun.”

“whatever, flop. i’m gonna beat your ass, just wait.” he loosens up, yet with your hands still entwined and unremoved from his seat on your stomach, looking down at you with stars sparkling in his boba eyes as you scoff.

“alright, big man. i’ll believe it when it happens.” you play with each other’s fingers for a second, until you remember why you were together in the first place, “what was it that you were gonna show me? i’m so curious,”

“…that was it.” your face falls at your inconsiderate words but before you can say anything taehyun grins at you, “jk.”

“ha ha ha.”

taehyun slides off from on top of you and you sit up, watching as he lowers himself to reach under his bed. he pulls out a black, rectangular box, one that you’re not at all a stranger to. when you can see his face again, you notice how his ears have lit up to stand out against the dark strands framing his face. “jagi do you remember… like a while ago, the video?”

it seems like his sentence ends there, despite the lack of actual information he’d given you – a lot of videos, and some more, had been exchanged in your time apart. you lift both eyebrows to show you’d need a little more than that.

“y’know, that video,” a blank stare. rolling his eyes lightly through his blush, taehyun thinks of something else that could hint at what he was talking about, without saying it outright. “the one that i sent you with kai.” a memory flashes across your mind after a moment of thinking.

“oh.” you remembered that one very well. you can feel yourself grow hot as the events fly back to you.

if your poor memory served you right, it happened around their stop in washington dc. you’d actually been in new york city that time, for a week for a short campaign with tom ford. the similar time zones allowed you to call and text more frequently than if you were on opposite ends of the earth (which it was a majority of the time). it was late at night, the night after their second concert and the day before they were to fly to another state. you were in bed, scrolling on your phone while our planet played on the tv. then, a video attachment notification appeared at the top of your screen, sent from taehyun.

the preview was black and you assumed it’d just be a clip of him doing something silly to make you smile, like it tended to be. oh boy, were you wrong. on their end, taehyun's screen very soon lit up with your incoming video call.

you cough as the image of their bare lower halves resurfaces in your mind, matching buttplugs snuggled in between their cheeks. “um, yeah. i remember. it was such a nice surprise, tyunnie. what about it?”

“well,” he begins to open up the box, eyes flitting between you and the task at hand, “i was thinking we could make today fun… did you know it vibrates?”

your eyes nearly fly out of your head. “what?? they vibrate?” you don’t recall it being mentioned on your call back then.

“uh,” he nods and his healthy hair follows suit, bouncing up and down. you reach out a hand to smooth down his hair and he leans into your palm when you rest it on his cheek. when you look down, you can see he’s retrieved it, a deep burgundy colour against his light skin. you take it from his hands and inspect it in awe. it looked to be medium in size, about two inches in width and just over four in length. “here’s the remote.”

once he hands you both of the small devices, you waste no time in switching it on to its lowest setting on a constant hum. it springs to life in your hands, and you gasp in exclamation at the unexpected surge of power. suddenly you can feel a hot flash spark through your body in anticipation. you keke lightly and give taehyun seductive eyes, waving the buzzing toy by your face, “so you wanna use it?”

“mmh, don’t you think it’ll be fun? i’ll need a handicap if you want any shot of beating me anyway, hyung.” he takes the remote from your grasp and turns it off with glowing cheeks, cautious about the battery life although he made sure it was fully charged earlier today.

“okay, pretty.” you pull him close with a loose grip on his neck, your lips brushing against his ever so. “let me prep you?”

taehyun hums lowly in response and keeps his eyes trained on your lips. you don’t make a move. he groans, feeling his heart race at your closeness. “you’re such a tease,”

“you love it.”

“maybe i do,” taehyun leans back to fall on his bed, pulling you down on top of him with ease. his strong legs loosely frame your hips, and you keep yourself propped up above him with your forearms. “wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

you stare at him unimpressed (actually quite impressed at the reference), but taehyun is cackling away like he’s told the joke of the century. by the time he’s calmed down, there’s a lone tear escaping from his eyes. you wipe it off with your thumb and give him another look, unable to stop your smile.

“don’t act like it wasn’t funny.”

“only a little bit. don’t let it get to your head.” there’s a drifting look in taehyun’s eyes when you finish talking and you know he wasn’t listening to a single word. you await his next actions eagerly. he doesn’t disappoint, pulling you down into a deep kiss. his hand rests at the back of your head to keep you near, and the other takes your own hand.

he leads it up his hoodie to rest on his warm skin, silently handing you the reigns. and you take them. a small moan trickles from his pink lips when you pin both his hands above his head with your free hand. the other you use to trace a line down the valleys of his toned stomach before landing at his small waist and tugging him up into you. you roll your hips into his ass and swallow his gasps with your mouth.

you move along and trail tender kisses down his jaw until you’re by his ear, and whisper, “you want me?”

kang taehyun is not a man who shies away from what he wants. and what he wants is you. his actions are enough to tell you that when he nods quickly, legs restless where they tighten around your hips in growing need. you can’t help your wolfish grin, and taehyun can feel the heat run south at the look in your eyes.

if you were in a different mood, you might have made him beg, maybe teased him for proposing such a lewd idea, one at his extremely professional office, nonetheless. but fortunate for your delectable boyfriend, you’re feeling particularly pleasant today. not to mention how wonderful he’s being to you too, trusting you endlessly and giving you control of his body like this.

with that it doesn’t take long until three of your fingers are curling away inside his tight ass, and you’ve reduced him down to a puddle of cute noises and hushed moans. his pretty dick is bright red as it leaks endlessly, but you’re resourceful and scoop it up with your fingers, using it to pump at his length. taehyun’s hips twist and jerk under your hold, but he does his best to keep still and you’re sure to let him know with praise that makes tears spring to his eyes.

“hyung, i-i can’t,” it doesn’t help that his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. in fact taehyun’s surprised he made it to three fingers without blowing his load all over himself.

“mmh? hyung’s here,” your soft words don’t help one bit. if anything, the fidgeting increases and his moans more frequent. the way he looks at you, face screwed in pleasure and big brown eyes pleading with you. for what, you aren’t sure of but nonetheless your cock stirs in your shorts. you too keep your eyes trained on him like a hawk, gaze burning wherever it landed on his body as you soak in everything he has to offer. so pretty.

“are you close, baby?” you finally ask, letting go of his dick to rub circles on his hips. it didn’t seem like he was letting himself go any time soon, and it was a fool’s bet on just how much longer he could last.

taehyun doesn’t answer you verbally, whimpering when your thrusts pick up in intensity. it’s hard, so fucking hard, to will himself to move, however, it’s easier than trying to string a sentence together. instead, the hand that had been gripping the sheets by his head, to the point of threads breaking, reaches down to stop you before he loses even more control of himself.

the younger wasn’t the biggest fan of the more intense overstimulation, like the oldest three favoured, you’d come to learn about him. you had also learned that he much preferred some edging. he was patient and prided himself on self-control; what better way to test that than denying such a primal instinct? you stay inside of him as you lean over and closer to take in his dazed expression, rosy cheeks, and fluttering eyes as he tries to get his breathing stable.

“so cute,” you coo. his determination is extra impressive given this is the first time you’ve touched him in literal months. “are sure you can work out like this?”

“hyung, the p-plug,” you take that as a yes, knowing he would let you know if he wasn’t up for it at any point. kneeling up, you slowly pull out your fingers and grab the plug. once you’ve lubed it up sufficiently, you press it into taehyun until the flat base is flush against his stretched rim, leaning down to press a kiss on his inner thigh in encouragement.

“you did so well f’me, doll. good?”

taehyun wiggles his hips, sucking in a breath when the toy sitting inside him glides against his swollen prostate. “mmh. good. give me a second please.”

you wait patiently as taehyun collects himself, watching his handsome face knit and relax in pleasure. while you missed the pink, darker hair looked gorgeous on him, undeniably so. it’d be a pointless lie to say you made it through unaffected by him but it’s nothing you can’t handle, and it’s easy to put yourself aside to focus on him. lacing your fingers through his, you sit him up and cuddle him.

“should we go soon?”

“yeah, we should – it’s getting late and i wanna get a good sesh in before the meeting.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“okay; i’m gonna go get changed and get our shit ready. you drinking pre?”

“is the sky blue?” his tone is definite and you’re sure he thought it was a scandalous question.

“actually, no it’s not. not right now, anyway.” (it was currently quite overcast). taehyun doesn’t say a work but leans back, left arm poised by his head, and flinches as if to hit you. you knew he wasn’t going to, yet you duck off the bed and out the room regardless, laughing loudly.

after changing clothes and packing everything you both needed for the gym into a duffle bag, including shower material and a change of clothes, you head to the front of their dorm and drop it by the door. as you wait for taehyun, you linger in the kitchen where yeonjun appears to have made his way after waking up from his nap. his hair is still messy, and a shallow indent runs across his cheek from sleeping on his thin necklace. a cup of spicy ramen sits on the counter in front of him, and he scoops it into his mouth while staring at his phone.

“yeonjunnie~!”

“babyy, what’s up?” he headbutts your shoulder when you sidle up behind him and look over at his phone screen nosily. after a quick glance, you move to a cupboard and start prepping your pre-workout drinks.

“ready to get them gains. ahhh,” yeonjun picks up some noodles with his chopsticks without a second thought as you lean towards him, placing them in your mouth. you moan in approval and the ginger places a quick kiss on your lips, unable to resist the urge.

while you’re busy vigorously shaking the bottles, he rakes his eyes over you and notices you’re now wearing taehyun’s bulls’ jersey, paired with black basketball shorts. a different sort of hunger begins to rear its head at the sight of your muscles. “how was your nap, hyung?”

“good, good. did you sleep?” you shake your head. the spice of the noodles begins to settle on your lips, and you reach for a paper towel to wipe the remaining oil off.

“nah, taehyun wanted to talk about the training we’re doing.” you wiggle your fingers and eyebrows in his direction, stained paper towel and all, and he gives you an unimpressed look. yeonjun wasn’t too interested at first, but your childish actions quickly spark his curiosity.

“what?” the older asks. he strips the cup of its few remaining noodles quickly and tosses it away, draining the broth down the sink beforehand.

“we’re using a toy. don’t be too jealous.”

“oh? what toy?”

“this cute little red plug. it vibrates.” yeonjun’s heart swoons at your barely hidden excitement, even if it wasn’t directed at him. to be honest he has to give taehyun kudos, conflicted between wishing he was him and wishing he was you. or preferably, being there with the both of you.

first up was soobin, then taehyun. he really wasn’t surprised; the pair had a certain knack, an innovative spirit unique to the others, which meant that they succeeded in such areas requiring wit and quick thinking more often than not. with beomgyu and kai’s luck, he’s sure they weren’t far off from getting you in between their legs either. but yeonjun had a little something up his sleeve too.

not that it was a competition, or anything. they’re just horny for you, okay? making up for lost time, or the like.

the ginger sidles up to you where you rest against the countertop and laces his hands together behind your neck, luscious lips protruding in a lovely pout as he presses flush against you, “i’m a little jealous, i’ll admit it. buttt, are you doing anything saturday night?”

“not that i know of. why?” even as second nature permits you to hold his waist, you can’t help but raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously. his sharp eyes slowly trail up from your neck, taking in your lips, your nose, your eyes, until they reach where your frown is strongest. he takes a hand to smooth out the wrinkles.

“wanna come out? there’s an event at playtime. leather and lace, something like that. celeb guest list only, ‘nd lots of people you know are turning up, so you shouldn’t feel too awkward.”

just as yeonjun finishes his info dump taehyun walks into the room, now changed into a sleeveless, grey zip-up and black shorts that matched yours. two black face masks are tucked into his hand, as he already anticipated how you’d wish you brought one halfway to your destination.

you hum as you consider the proposal (you’d already decided yes, let’s be real) and ask curiously, picking up on how yeonjun’s eyes gain a pretty sparkle in hopes that you’ll say yes, “just us two?”

“taehyunnie too, if he’s down.” the both of you look at the only other member likely to attend, and he stares right back with big, sweet, empty eyes. “clubbing on saturday night.”

“i’ll think about it. you guys should take hyuka along. maybe yn-hyung can help him meet some people.”

“not bad. i’ll ask him about it,” another idea pops into your head as you look at taehyun. you beckon him over, “do you wanna show jjunie what we’re doing tonight?”

both eye you curiously at your question, but taehyun doesn’t object and steps closer until he’s beside you and yeonjun. you spin him around gently by the hips before you tell him to please pull down his shorts and boxers.

yeonjun’s small gasp makes his ears flare up in a heartbeat. also, it’s hard not to feel shy like that; bent ass out over the counter for both your hungry eyes to feast on. taehyun feels your larger hand on his ass, thumb opening him up so the maroon plug is on display. his rim, glistening with lube, flexes involuntarily at the exposure and the plug bounces gently. you could eat him right up. and when the ginger reaches out a hand to stroke taehyun’s ass, you know he feels the same.

“gorgeous, right?” you turn to yeonjun, inspecting his reaction. his fox-like eyes have darkened and his tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he nods slowly, entranced by the sight.

“you’re making me want to come with youuu,” he whines, looking up at you with a pout, “taehyun-ah, baby, you look so good, all stuffed like this,” the youngest responds with a timid ‘thanks’.

he lets you tug his shorts back over his butt, feeling dazed from all the attention and your whisper of “good girl” in his ear. when taehyun turns around to face you guys once more, he keeps his head down. yet before he can scurry off to the front door, yeonjun takes him by the waist to kiss him slowly, fully aware of you watching the raunchy display.

they go on until they’re breathless, taehyun just beginning to rut his hips into yeonjun’s as the ache between his legs is reignited. you have half a mind to skip the gym in favour of asking them to continue the show for you. while logical taehyun could kill you on the spot for making him miss a precious session, this taehyun, horny and thinking of nothing but both of your hands on his body, might snatch the chance up. it had been such a while since he had the opportunity, after all.

yeonjun looks like the cat who caught the canary as he lightly pushes taehyun towards you, giving you dangerously suggestive eyes and another pout, “ah really, it’s too bad i can’t join you. have fun and be careful. think of me, ok?”

once yeonjun has disappeared, taehyun elbows your stomach when he walks past you, talking through petulant lips as he complains about how humiliating that was. you grab the vanilla-flavoured concoctions with one arm and follow him with a shit-eating smile.

“give it a rest. we all know you like that shit.” his response is throwing a set of keys at you, slinging the duffle over his shoulder.

“you’re driving, asshole.”

the hybe office is bustling with people when you arrive around late afternoon, but thankfully the gym floor is pretty much bare. he picks an empty training room off to the side with an internal lock, and you assist in creating a makeshift ring with floor mats.

“what should we do to start off with, sir?”

“let’s see. i need to work on my footwork, so we’ll start with drills for that… then some combos with the pads… and end with a sparring match? hold on,”

taehyun jogs over to where you left your belongings by the speaker station earlier. he picks up his phone and snaps a sneaky picture of you as you stand in place and watch him, feeling reminded of the similar-looking emoji. then, he starts a video recording before propping it up so the camera has a clear view of the ring you'll be working out in. “i should record it for moa; i think they’d like it.”

“they’ll eat this shit up aha, you’re right. ‘i wish taehyun would put me in a headlock~!♡’” the pair of you burst out into laughter at the realistic comment. “hehe, sucks to be them because i get your headlocks whenever i want.”

you look at taehyun’s bare arms with a dreamy gaze, batting your eyelashes at him. while he might think that you’re just messing around and being dramatic as usual, all you can think about is how attractive he is. at the thought, you remember the pocket-sized toy sat dormant inside him. in the ride over, you’d made sure to discuss how you wanted to use it as well as establishing a safe word, especially important because you were in public.

“baby, bring the remote when you come back.”

he hands it to you, looking up at you with twinkling eyes and a smile that puts his fangs on display. “kiss?” you instantly indulge him and lean closer to leave several kisses on his pretty lips. he’s satisfied when you pull away, asking, “can you turn it on after we’ve warmed up? also, can i borrow your phone real quick?”

you hand it over without a second thought, also tossing the remote a ways off on the mat in response to his first question. it’s only then that you notice he has a skipping rope in hand. you watch with mild curiosity and begin your own warmup as he connects your phone to the room’s speaker and selects his hip-hop/workout playlist, which you can instantly recognise by the old-school rhythms.

once you’re both done getting your heart rate up and your body loose, you’re quick to switch the vibe onto its lowest setting. you do so without warning taehyun, and snicker to yourself when you see him flinch before freezing in place.

“how is it?”

“this might be harder than i thought,” oh, little did he know.

you spent a good half hour practising his new fancy footwork, a breeze for the both of you. then you moved on to grappling techniques, and that was something else entirely. the constant friction and physical contact meant taehyun was fully bricked up in no time. it was only when you felt his not-so-little friend poking you in the back of the thigh while he had you stomach down, arms pinned behind your back, that he noticed himself. he whined in complaint at your teasing, face maintaining a red hue even as he rolled off you to tuck it hurriedly in the elastic of his shorts.

taehyun is strong, yet agile, making it difficult for you to get out of his holds, let alone pin him down. you had to rely on your own strength to throw him off and your height to wring your limbs away from his grip. alas, natural abilities could only take you so far in the face of honed technique. you eventually tap out when you’re trapped against his front between his strong thighs as they bind around your waist for the nth time, your neck sandwiched in the crook of his elbow.

you stay sprawled between taehyun’s legs after he releases you, looking at his flipped image as he leans over you, black strands falling forward in thick waves. breathing feels harder than normal, and your words come out in a huff, “done? i’m tired of feeling like i’m in a straitjacket.”

the younger laughs at you and gives you a thumbs down in disapproval, “babe. you’re weaker than i remember.”

“suck my dick.”

“you wish i would.” the two of you exchange a look. then you press yourself down onto his bulge. he reacts exactly as you expected – hips jumping up into your back with a muted gasp.

“more like you wish i would.” you move out of taehyun’s reach before he can recover, rolling over to the discarded remote, “i’m going to turn it up, ‘kay? what’s your colour?”

“green!” he gives you an ‘ok’ with his hand, “i can keep going. it’s not as bad as i thought. like a little massage.”

“hmm, i hear ya. we’ll see about that in a bit.” your tone is nothing short of ominous yet before taehyun can question you, you kiss at his confused frown, effectively kissing away his minor concerns too. “is it time for the gloves yet? i’m looking forward to that the most.”

the clock says yes.

a pair of black boxing gloves are pulled onto taehyun’s hands and you pick up the matching pads, beginning to call out the few stances and throws you knew. he does extremely well, also helping you out in order to maximise his practice gains. he appreciated you weren’t a professional by any means, but your enthusiasm to learn and take part in something he was passionate about made up for it by miles. taehyun made sure to compliment you frequently and you did the same, fawning over his swift and powerful movements.

when you switched positions, taehyun’s taken aback by the concentration shining in your eyes. you pick up the combinations with ease and he finds himself itching to finally spar with you.

“solid hits, hyung. to be honest, i figured you’d be good but you’re better than i expected.” he comments as you finish a seven-set combo, shaking off his arms that took the brunt of your fists.

it’s not difficult to hear how his voice has lost its strength, wavering throughout his sentence and highlighting the effect of the little plug. you’d upped the setting considerably when the pair of you had switched roles – now it was noticeable; a faint buzzing following taehyun around.

you have no choice but to pause when he does. a break was certainly needed, anyway. you pull off one glove and take an experimental whiff of your hands, gagging immediately after. taehyun had watched the whole thing, amused at your self-inflicted misfortune, “why would you smell it?”

“why not? eurgh! my hand smells like shit.” that’s why, the younger gives you a sideways look. it didn’t help that it was dripping buckets from the long-term confinement in such thick material. a wave of mischief shadows your mind. taehyun steps closer, none the wiser, and you take the chance to grab him close, placing your sweaty palm over the bottom half of his face.

“ack-! oi! are you joking me? that’s disgusting, aish!” the younger sputters and tries to get out of your hold, worse off by the pads’ immobilisation. once your laughing fit dies down, you take pity on him and use the cotton material of his hoodie to wipe down his face. the damage is done, however. taehyun’s death glares don’t have much effect on you though (paired with the fact he can never stay mad at you for long), so you’re free to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows with said hand. he quickly slaps it away when he feels himself beginning to smile, telling you to keep your shitty hands away from his face.

“ayy, you shouldn’t frown so much kitty – you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles. can’t have that happening, it’s basically your whole career,”

“so’s yours!”

“oh, you’re right.”

taehyun rolls his eyes. he follows your lead in finally pulling off his pads, pulling a face at the similar state of his own hands. should’ve brought my own, he realises belatedly. “and it’s not my whole career, idiot. are you forgetting i can sing and dance? among various other talents. that also involves wiping the floor with your ass.”

you give him the middle finger at the unnecessary last comment but agree he’s speaking facts elsewhere. you take a seat on the padded floor and kick your legs out in front in order to take a proper rest. taehyun inches closer and lays beside you, nuzzling his head on your lap not unlike a cat would. “well, that’s why you’re so popular. how did i get so lucky?”

“more like we got lucky.”

“i beg to differ.”

“beg a little harder.” he quips with an undertone of seriousness, slipping a hand under your thigh and letting his eyes fall shut. you’ll give him this one. the plug vibrates with vigour inside him. taehyun doesn’t think it much when he feels his back curve upwards slightly, pushing his ass into the mat below. it’s subtle, the way he rocks his hips, but there’s really not much else that can steal your focus.

slowly, you unzip his sleeveless hoodie, patches darkened to a dim grey where his sweat had gathered. his chest is alive with pumping blood, turning white where your fingers dance patterns along his damp skin.

“how are you doing, my love?” you ask gently. you continue your journey down his lean body, drinking in his appearance while you wait for his answer.

“keep getting distracted by it,” and you. it’s short yet tells you all you need to know. he’s not a quitter after all. you check your watch and see an hour has passed. sparring could wait for a couple of minutes, no? you want to play for a little bit.

“oh, really?” you start with a pout, false sympathy decorating your voice, “does it help if i do this?” you thumb at one of his nipples, tugging and twisting at them as his hips begin to rock in more fervour, tiny gasps falling from his lips. his tits are full and firm against your palm, and the brief thought of slotting your cock between the deep valley they create dances across your mind, spurring action down south.

you move further down and slip a hand between taehyun’s strong thighs, deliberately dodging his throbbing cock. your fingers find the buzzing nub through his shorts to start fucking him with it slowly. the hand below your thigh tightens as pleasure crackles up his body like a whip, “ngh~! wait hyung! my phone, my p-phone’s still on,”

oh. you’d forgotten about that. he’d taken a couple of videos throughout, this most recent one intended to capture your combos. looks like there would be some changes to the scheduled program. it’s hard to tear your eyes away from taehyun to look at it, and even harder to get yourself to care. if anything, you’re somewhat glad it’s recording. the angle you’re at means the both of you are in frame, a clear picture of the sinful actions taking place between taehyun’s legs. you’re not sure how much is audible, however. the thought makes you press the plug harder into taehyun and his legs start to clamp around your arm as his face squeezes in pleasure.

“don’t worry about it, taehyun. i want you to send it to me first, then crop everything else out and delete the original, ok? if you wanna post it, ask soobin to double-check it first.” you command. taehyun nods quickly, eager to let the worry slip out of his mind – he trusted you would help him take care of it, and that you would.

he can feel his face knit together in white-hot pleasure when your thumb strokes firmly over his taunt balls and perineum, whiny moans slipping from his lips. it echoes around the empty room and bounces into his ears over tupac’s california love, making him painfully aware of how desperate he sounded. but your pace is relentless in pushing him to the edge and he slips a veiny hand around your wrist, mind set on stopping you but body wanting to take everything you’d give him.

“look at me.” taehyun’s round and sweet eyes open with a glossy sheen, finding your hungry gaze instantly. “so pretty doll, will you cum from me fucking you like this?”

he shakes his head from side to side, his mouth open to refuse. yet nothing comes of it except a hushed cry when you fuck the plug into him particularly hard, aiming directly for his prostate. your arm that reaches down his body is in perfect position for his thick bulge to flit across in short and rough motions, heat exuding from his sex and warming your skin. a small patch of sticky wetness where his aching cock peaks is evident too.

you smirk down at him, lips curling devilishly at his eagerness. you knew just how close he was to falling apart right there in the middle of the training room while also fully aware he didn’t want to. your other arm drifts behind you, long enough you can grab the remote without strain. “tell me to stop, and i will.”

“f-fuckkk, you’re being so mean.” taehyun whimpers out, despite only leaking faster at your rough treatment. you hum in acknowledgement but just drive your fingers harder, your breath catching when he squeals quietly at the precise jabs on his sweet spot, “mmh! there, r-right there hyungie,”

the tension in his lower stomach tightens further and further, hips torn between rocking into your merciless fingers and shying away from the delightful feeling altogether. to be honest, even if you wanted to move away, his toned thighs seemed determined to keep you in that exact spot, perfect for him to rut into. it’s such a beautiful melody how he sings for you, that you realise you don’t even mind, “don’t stop, oh my god,”

a wicked sense of victory envelopes you at his resignation. taehyun feels himself letting go and offers no resistance: the hand intended to stop you some minutes ago had since slid up to your bicep to tug you closer in encouragement, even. it happened quicker than you expected, but that only made it the more satisfying. for someone who could thrive so well on the opposite end – dashing out orders and insults like treats or pushing someone to the point of losing all their rational senses – taehyun looked just divine falling apart below you.

too bad.

the incessant vibration inside him suddenly stops, and you pull your hand away from his ass (as best as you can), letting it rest on the underside of his thigh. the younger immediately knows what’s up. while his body twitches beside you at the loss of his looming orgasm, a lone tear slips out of his clenched eyes at its sweet, lingering aftertaste, mouth falling open to catch his breath.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop. actually, i remember saying the exact opposite.” his eyes are still closed, and you gently wipe off the tear trailing slowly down the side of his face. you feel your forearm gain its freedom once more when he relaxes and lets his sweaty legs fall onto the mat. his visible annoyance comes in the form of a scowl, but your boyfriend is very rarely not cute in your eyes.

taehyun can hear the delight in your voice as you reply, “oh? guess that makes two of us. this is your handicap, remember? you can’t complain now,”

“oh, yes the fuck i can,” with a newfound desire to jump your bones, in both sexual and non-sexual frustration, taehyun pulls himself onto his knees facing you, thighs open to avoid stimulating himself further. the remote is lying face down by your side. he doesn’t recall it being there earlier. he leans over you to steal a wanton kiss, teeth clashing with yours in his untended ardour.

when he pulls away, you’re simmering with pride and tingling lips, eyes shining with joy at the state you’ve left him in. his own still glisten with tears of frustration, and it only makes your lips hitch up higher. taehyun’s determination strengthens tenfold at the sight of your smugness. now he just has to beat you. his ego would never forgive him if he didn’t. and he’d never live it down once the rest found out. the fire in his now dark eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“best of three?” you ask, a profound craving for your boyfriend now evident. the tension was ridiculous – you had enough self-awareness to feel the palpable desire between both of you. the sooner it was over, the better.

“best of three, and we’ll do two minutes each. get me some water first.”

“what, you feeling a little thirsty?” you provoke as you jump up onto your feet and head over to the duffle bag, glancing over your shoulder to see taehyun’s stare.

“do you want to die?”

not wanting to at that current moment but thoroughly enjoying getting under his skin, you pull up both hands by your head in surrender with a handsome grin. when you pass taehyun his water he takes it begrudgingly, looking up at you through his lashes with round eyes. don’t give me that look, you tell him with a hint of seriousness in your voice. you might just cave.

taehyun decides not to try again. he shoves you away when you laugh at his quick retreat. it’s for the better anyway; all his focus would be necessary to keep his body in check and moving at his will. even though all he can think about are your rough hands touching his skin, your muscles tense against his own as you take all you wanted from him – nothing more than what he was willing to give, no doubt.

taehyun takes some much-needed gulps of his cold beverage, as the chill runs down his body it takes with it most of his vulgar thoughts. not all of them. the toy snuggled inside of him, now switched back on at a lower setting, and massaging at his walls made sure of that. his body aches for release at your mercy once again, fuel on its bare bones after months past. so yes, only most.

and they stayed at bay well enough. he helped you with putting on the protective head and groin gear, before tugging the gloves onto your hands. it feels slightly weird, and you work on your mobility with some eccentric movements while taehyun does his own in order to get used to it.

then comes the first round. you could tell taehyun had taken it easy on you. you were thankful for that; even with subdued actions, he was still fast and accurate. with sweat beading down your temple, and your chest heaving with the exertion of taking his hits and dashing out a few decent ones of your own, the timer luckily goes off just after you find the prime time for a combo.

you win.

the second round, taehyun ramps it up considerably. it catches you off guard (no pun intended) but taehyun’s cocky smile at your surprised face cranks up your competitive nature. unfortunately, it isn’t enough to triple your experience and technique to match your cat-like boyfriend’s. the blows continue to stack against you until you manage to find a slim opening below taehyun’s elbows and swing. hard.

the moment your padded fists connect with his taunt stomach, all of taehyun’s debauched fantasies come flooding back, and he doubles over with a painful grunt. your gasp is loud and dramatic, barely over before you’re crouching beside him and hammering out a frenzied apology.

“taehyun! are you okay?? shit, i’m so sorry baby, i should’ve been more careful! does it hurt, how’s your breathing?”

the questions fly out like bullets, all of which taehyun misses thanks to his momentary blackout. he is certainly more than okay, that's for sure. what he isn't sure about is how much longer he can last. thankfully, there’s not long left to wait.

you win again (by default).

the third round does not happen.

instead, the two of you stumble into the single-stall bathroom, taehyun fumbling to lock the door as you press him stomach-first up against it and grind into his plush ass with fast hips. eyes squeezed shut, taehyun can’t stop the sweet moans tumbling from his lips at your cock’s fullness as you tug off his hoodie with ease. your hands leave trails of fire where they grope at his naked, sweaty skin to keep him tight against you and he doesn’t know when his back arches to push back into you.

damn he’s so sensitive it’s almost annoying. over two hours of this back and forth – for all he cared, you could rip down his shorts and have your way with him right there only a wall from unsuspecting ears. you leave wet kisses at the back of his neck, a chill running down his spine when your breath fans across, “i know you’re ready to cum, baby. hm? you want it?”

it’s like you could read his mind. he nods quickly and lets his forehead rest against the door, wiggling his ass more against you. cute. but not good enough. “use your words.”

“w-want it, please babe, need it,”

“you need it?” so fucking bad. “on your knees. gonna make you swallow hyungie’s cum first, like a good toy.”

you switch positions so now you’re the one against the door, while taehyun slinks to his knees. after running your hand through his black hair, you grab a fistful at the back of his head and tug hard, a whine filling the small room.

“hyung, shit. can i?” taehyun’s dark eyes are fully blown at this point as he husks out a beg, enough that they mimic the black of his hair. the sight of you staring down at him with such a look in your eyes, with your bottom lip held between your teeth makes him throb dangerously. when you nod and he can finally pull down your shorts, your cock falls out stiff and throbbing, and he quickly dives in to drink up your musky scent like a starved animal.

taehyun’s mouth is already watering when you slip your leaking head in past his juicy lips, the whites of his eyes beginning to show as they fall back into his head at your taste. you encourage him with a quiet rasp of “fuck doll, take it all, just like that. missed your mouth so so much.”

he’ll show you exactly what you missed. the younger’s resolve only strengthens when you remind him to tap on your ankle three times any time he desires to take a break or stop. there’d be no need for that, he tells himself. he opens up wider and flattens his tongue, as you pull him further onto you and he takes you deep into his trained throat.

despite his eyes beginning to water and his lungs starting to burn for air as you twitch ferociously in his heat, your low moans spur him on like none other. taehyun hands find your thighs when you pull out and he coughs lightly, yet with you still at the front of his mind, his hand quickly wraps around your girth and pumps with a tight grip.

prepping himself again, taehyun takes your head between his lips and swirls his tongue around you, playing with your slit and swallowing all your juices. then he opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue in display, before looking up at you, expression lewd and tempting you to destroy him even more.

with a groan you lean down to kiss him messily, in some form of a ‘thank you’ at his silent offer. so pliant and good for you. back up right now, you tap taehyun’s cheek with your cock, one, two, three times, entranced in how your precum leaves pearlescent drops behind. your boyfriend smiles up at you sweetly, a comedic contrast to your dick that dwarfs his delicate features. he’d look so pretty with your cum strewn all over his face.

“open wide,” taehyun does so quick, parting his already swelling lips for your fat cock to slide in. one hand grips the back of his neck to keep him in place as you thrust shallowly, while the other pulls his jersey up to tuck under your chin. you try to let him readjust to your size, but it quickly becomes difficult to keep your enthusiasm in check, “ohh, fuck… so tight ‘nd wet tae,”

taehyun peeks at you with teary eyes as he gags around your length, his muffled moans at the sight of your head thrown back sending vibrations straight to your core. your whimpers and praises at the moist heat of his mouth fall endlessly on his ears, and down to his own cock, and he shuffles closer on his knees with only one desire in mind: he just might die if he doesn’t feel you empty your balls in his mouth. finding himself perched on top of your foot in such a convenient manner was just an extra benefit.

at his small whine of hypersensitivity, you let your head loll around to look at him and still your hips. taehyun whines again, louder this time, and you smile down dopily at him. you can see how he’s nearer than before, sporting a gorgeous full-body blush, and the weight on your foot confirms it. how needy of him, you breathily chuckle in small disbelief.

carding your free hand through his sweaty dark hair, you push it out of the way to reveal his striking, fucked-out face, thumb stroking away the tears that run down his cheekbones. his cupid’s bow appears extra defined as it glimmers with fluid in the lighting. you’re not sure if it’s saliva, tears or snot dribbling from his nose. he's beautiful.

taehyun can’t stop from fucking himself on your foot even with your eyes on him, panting through his nose as he leans into the weightlessness taking over his body. little did he know how the sight has you yearning for release, twitching harshly on his tongue, “such a mess, the way you’re s-slobberin’ all over my dick… but you can take more, can’t you kitten?”

the younger nods mindlessly – well, to the best of his current ability – big eyes rolling back when your hips snap forward, and you sheath yourself entirely in his mouth. then, you’re placing both hands on the side of his face and tugging him in to meet your ruthless thrusts. it’s obscene; how you fuck his tight throat, how he gags and drools all over himself, how he ruts against your leg like a bitch in heat. filthy.

“taehyun-ah,” you breathe out, almost all composure out the window with the way his warm, velvety throat surrounds your cock, pushing you quick to the brink of orgasm. you’re babbling as your pleasure reaches its peak, knees losing their remaining strength, “you’re making hyungie feel so good, baby. gonna cum for you, s-shit, gonna fill up your mouth with my cum,”

taehyun’s own hips shift with increasing incoordination at your dirty words, messy in a way that only fuelled his insatiable lust for you, euphoria reaching its peak at being used for your pleasure. your thrusts become harder and deeper and he picks the perfect time to suckle harshly on your length. his keen ears don’t miss how you stumble over your groans though, barely able to warn him with a low ‘cumming!’ before you’re curling over him as you orgasm hard, harder than expected, unintentionally pushing your pulsing cock deeper into his mouth. the bitter taste floods taehyun’s tongue in waves, and just as you spill down his throat, it’s too much to handle.

he jerks away from your squirting dick, swallowing what made it before coughs and sobs rack his body as his own climax crashes over him, double stimulation from the plug and your foot taking him to a dimension far away. "ngh, fuck, fuck!" even through his tears and fried nerves, he can’t help his moans when he feels your seed falling into his open mouth and decorating his face as your orgasm powers on undeterred.

it’s obvious to you that he had just come all over your leg, with distinct airy moans, and an ahaego face that’d most to shame apparent as you fondly look down at him. that, and his left hand which had been poised by your ankles for any case, had since slithered up to hold your calf close for him to press his hot dick against.

it takes taehyun just a little longer to float down from the clouds but when he does, he realises what just happened, slurred words telling you he’s still far from a clear mind. “sorry, ‘m sorry, hyungie! i couldn’t hold back a-anymore-!”

“woah, taehyun! it’s okay, baby. it’s fine,” it proves easy to get his attention as he meets your gaze with no hesitance (when had you gotten onto the floor?), but disappointment shines bright in his pretty eyes. you pull him closer, hand cradling his face, “i promise. you deserved it, don’t you think? after letting me play with you all day, and working so hard to train with me?”

he sniffles pitifully, and your heart breaks a little. it’s less than common to see taehyun cry, even as one of his significant others. he must’ve been feeling particularly submissive today and had fallen into subspace during your session. cumming without permission certainly wouldn’t bode well under those terms. you prompt him once more, “answer me, doll.”

“did deserve it,” he mumbles, wiping away at the tears blurring his vision to see you better. however, it doesn’t didn’t do much to deal with the rest of the various fluids on his face. you pay it no mind as your thumbs stroke at his cheeks, ensuring his attention stays on you.

“good. you deserve the world and more. and i will do whatever i can to make that happen. including, but not limited to, fucking the brains out of you. because i love you.” that finally pulls a smile out of the younger, his small dimples springing to life.

you kiss him, short and sweet but end up cringing as you taste yourself on his lips. that, combined with the built-up sweat and must collected over the last few hours, did not spell for a pleasant sensory experience after the throes of passion dissipated. he laughs at your expense, and you commend him for being so unfazed, “how’re you feeling my love?”

“better. really needed that. thanks, hyung. i love you too,” it takes a lot of effort to reply, yet his earnestness shines through. you can feel something else is coming, however, as he burrows nearer to you, “can’t really feel my legs anymore, babe. the plug is still on.”

there it is. you start at the reminder and scramble to reach for where the remote sat in the discarded duffle. once you’ve turned it off with an apology, taehyun slumps against you in complete relief, arms winding around your shoulders. “still have that meeting today,”

you check your watch, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “have about fourty minutes, tyun. enough time for a shower. maybe some more too, so i can spoil you.”

taehyun is convinced with little else, still unsatisfied after so long kept on the edge. the younger is soon taking all of your cock like a champ, loosened up by the plug and helped by the warm water cascading over your tall bodies. with his legs locked around your waist and the glass cool against his back, there’s nowhere for taehyun to run. you keep his weight up with ease, manoeuvring his lithe body to your will and using it to fuck him nice and deeply.

it's a stark difference from what went down minutes before but satisfying all the same, only soft moans and the sound of wet skin-on-skin as you take the time to explore and rediscover each other’s body. whispered ‘i love you’s that only the other can hear under the rainfall stream until you’re filling taehyun to the brim and he makes a mess of your stomach with a cry.

then you clean him up entirely, and he washes you up – avoiding your hair because it wasn’t washday just yet – the only evidence of your modified training session left behind on taehyun being his reddened lips and the faint finger marks on his tiny waist. thank god he brought those face masks. you don’t think his throat is doing too hot either after such rough treatment, but they shouldn’t be asked to sing at a meeting. or even talk that much.

before you part ways, you remind taehyun he should let the others take the lead, still concerned about his state of awareness. you make sure to give the others head up in your group chat, just seconds before yeonjun lets you know they are heading in themselves. taehyun leaves you with a tight hug before sliding into the conference room.

you head upstairs to the office canteen alone, planning to grab some food and bring back an appropriate meal for your hard-working boyfriend to eat once they’re done. kai nudges his agemate with a wink when he wobbles into a chair beside him, and the older replies with a death stare. the golden glow to his skin and cherry tint to his ears reveal the story anyway.

two of their managers share a pointed look as they see the youngest pair interact, having seen you and taehyun entering the building earlier in the day. while they had known you for years now, hence aware and approving of your relationship, they were also aware that mistakes could happen, dispatch and sasaengs galore. the idols and yourself were still only young men. young men in love, needless to say.

first on this meeting’s agenda is you.

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