. i’m 23 y/o. i’m latin/asian & queer! i use they/she 🕸️
. i used to write for other fandoms but now i’m switching over to exclusively kpop fics. for the time being, specifically i write for ateez and p1harmony.
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summary: you love love love when yeosang has dance practice because he comes home all sweaty and exhausted. hopefully not too exhausted though, because you need to get your hands on him asap.
𑣲⋆ a/n: i wrote this in one sitting because i had some hard thoughts about yeosang and just had to get it out of my system bc i lowkey need him so bad. this kinda has Man on Fire energy to it so maybe give it a listen while you’re reading :) also, this is a bit short but i promise i've got a lot more yeosang ideas that i need to get out so watch out for those!
𑣲⋆ w/c: ~1.8k
𑣲⋆ content warnings: smut, they’re both switches lol, in-love sex, a bit of a possession kink, riding, sweat kink? (idk if there’s a word for that), yeo has a big dick sorry not sorry we all know it’s true, reader calls him “sangie” a couple times, oral m!receiving, they’re both kinda on some primal need type shit, tit sucking, missionary. (i think that’s it but if i forgot something plz lmk!)
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yeosang had just texted you that he was on his way back home and would be there in about 5 minutes. you were already sitting in grueling anticipation because you knew the state he’d be in as soon as he walked through that door. this morning, while you two were talking about your plans for the day, he mentioned dance practice for the new comeback.
your stomach did a little flip, so you played it off, simply saying, “oh, sounds fun! i hope it goes well!” when in your head, you were saying, lucky me, knowing you were totally gonna jump his bones later.
in all honesty, you think he’s the sexiest when he’s dancing. he once found you watching a youtube compilation of all his best solo performances and fancams. he didn’t make fun of you though, he’d never do that to you. he found it endearing. his technique, expressions, strength, energy, and sheer talent are some of the biggest reasons you’re so drawn to him. his beauty is otherworldly and magnetic, inside and out, and you feel grateful every day that he chose to love you.
every time you saw yeosang dance, whether through a screen or in person, you imagined him all spent because of you instead. him all sweaty and breathing heavily under you.
you were addicted to him. and while you were lost in those thoughts, he finally came home.
you hear him setting his bags down in the living room and wait patiently on your shared bed. you open up your phone, scrolling but not actually paying attention. you just didn’t want him to know about the pure wildfire burning inside you at the moment he walks in.
“hey baby,” he says as soon as he opens the bedroom door.
“hey sangie,” you reply softly. “how was practice?”
“eh, nothing too crazy,” he replies, taking off his shirt and walking to the dresser to grab a tank top.
“wait,” you say. “c’mere. and don’t put that tank top on.”
he gives you a quizzical glance, “why not?”
“you know why.” you reach out your hands to him and he drops the tank top, crossing over to you and standing by the edge of the bed.
“does this maybe have something to do with the fact i danced today? i know you too well.” yeosang spoke with his arms crossed, tilting his jaw up a bit to question you playfully.
“and so what if it is,” you reply as you sit up on your knees to get closer to his chest.
“do you mind if a take a quick shower first though? you can come with if you want,” he asks earnestly.
“no. no shower please, i need you just like this,” you pull on his arm, making him fall onto the bed with you.
yeosang gives in quickly, letting you climb on top of him as you fiercely make out with each other.
you’re already grabbing onto his hair while licking and sucking on his neck. you’re tasting the scent of him and you need more. you’re pulling sweet and desperate sounds from him; your favorite kind.
“i should… go to practice… more often…” yeosang says with breathy moans. you giggle in response. “aw, you’d do that for me?” you ask as you move to take off your shirt, basking in the golden light of the room, letting it hit your chest and torso as you lean back to let him admire you. the sunset beaming through the window adds to the fire that’s burning between you two.
“i adore you, angel,” yeosang says quietly as his hands move all over you lightly.
“i know you do.” you start to kiss down his chest and abs, worshipping every groove and ridge. making special note to teasingly lick that vein he has on his left hip. you stop at the waistband of his sweatpants, aching to take him into your mouth.
“please,” he groans. and that was all you needed. you pull down his pants and boxers, fully revealing him to you. the size of his cock used to intimate you. but, you eagerly learned to take it because you wanted to make him proud. you just want to be the kind of girl he likes.
you spit onto the tip of it and give a few kitten licks while looking directly into his eyes with an innocent look on your face. you weren’t in the mood for teasing so you wasted no time before taking all of him into your mouth. yeosang’s cock easily hits the back of your throat every time.
naturally, you gag a little bit here and there while sucking him off. he sounds absolutely drunk on you, whimpering out your name, and has his hand gently on your head.
you know he’s close because he threads his fingers through your hair and starts pushing down. you’re receptive, and do exactly what you know will get him there. he finishes with a loud groan that echos in the room. his cum going straight down your throat.
you lean back up, opening your mouth to show him it’s empty. “you’re perfect,” he says, sounding spent.
“i know,” you say with a teasing smile on your face. “now let me ride you into oblivion.”
his expression grows hungrier and the both of you take off your remaining pieces of clothing. he positions himself so that he’s against the headboard and you crawl to him. once you’re seated, you don’t let him push inside you yet. instead, opting to grind against him for a moment, hoping he gets a little frustrated.
and predictably, he does. “don’t fuck with me right now, i’m begging you,” he looks at you. winning you over with those submissive eyes and his signature wanting open-mouthed expression. you don’t verbally respond. you lustfully kiss him, clashing your teeth together and sucking on his tongue.
while claiming ownership over his mouth, you slide his dick into you, claiming ownership over that as well. you revel in absorbing his feverish sounds.
you immediately move up and down. you also angle your hips forward on every single stroke. yeosang has one of his strong hands gripping your hip, the other splayed across your back, commanding you against him.
he’s at your mercy right now, just the way you like it. but he likes to defy that sometimes. like right now, as he flips you over, still inside you.
“oh you’ve got your energy back?” you tease.
“never lost it baby, just wanted to see you work hard for me,” he responds, as he starts pounding into you.
he rests his weight on you, caging you, trapping you in his desire. you can feel his abs against your soft stomach. the layer of sweat on the both of you mixing together. the state he has you rendered in is no less than pathetic. the both of you are making a masterpiece with your minds, bodies, and souls. filtering out the world around you.
you and yeosang were torturous together. knowing precisely what the other desired. like two magnets that smash together when in even the slightest proximity.
“god i can’t get enough of you,” you gasp into his mouth, proceeding to bite his lip.
“i know, i know,” he replies, feeling that overdose as well. “…wish you knew what you do to me.”
“tell me then.” you lock your ankles behind his back, guiding him to thrust even deeper into you. he’s caressing your front wall with tangible pressure that made your mind thoughtless.
“i love seeing your body depend on me,” he begins explaining. “what you don’t have to say because i can just sense it.” he’s surprisingly composed as he slows down. his sensual pace full of admiration. “i love that you’re all mine. that i’m the only one who gets to see you all layed out for me, fucked out and desperate.”
“yeah- yeah baby, i’m all yours,” you slur out, truly meaning it but not having enough energy to be as coherent as you’d like.
his arms are caging you in every way possible. protecting your complete surrender to him.
in a last and final effort to have control, you tell him, “flip us over again, now.”
yeosang complies immediately. he’s sitting up and you’re situated on top once more and he carefully bends his legs upwards to thrust up into you while you move up and down on him.
he’s tightly gripping your ass and hips, while he has his mouth and tongue alternating between your breasts. this position was optimal for him because he truly couldn’t choose between your ass or tits.
“close, so close baby,” he whimpers to you.
“make me cum first then,” you demand in return.
he sucks into a particularly sensitive part of your neck and that was all you needed. you came around him. hard. your walls were torturing his cock at this point, hoping he finishes soon. you were craving it.
as you tried to hold on to your composure as best as possible, you tug on his hair and he moans loudly into your ear as he releases into you.
you were both breathing so heavy, clinging to the energy you had left. you sit up off of him and you both fall to lay on your sides, eyes still closed in bliss.
“can i possibly take a shower now? i’m even sweatier than before. but, it was definitely worth it,” yeosang says with a scratchy and exhausted tone. if you weren’t so tired you’d think about how sexy he sounded.
“i suppose,” you sigh.
“you’re not gonna ask to come with?” he questions while getting up and grabbing two fresh towels, extending one to you as an invitation.
you nod excitedly and cling to him while you walk to the bathroom. your legs were jelly, in a good way, and you were relishing in the fact that you appreciated your boyfriend (and his workouts) so damn much.
pairing: boyfriend!dom!taeyang x girlfriend!fem!reader
summary: you surprise taeyang with concert tickets to see one of his favorite bands. he’s very grateful to have a girlfriend as perfect as you.
𑣲⋆ a/n: ah! here it is guys, my first fic after literal ages. hopefully you enjoy! i also wanted a tae fic to be my first one back because i feel like people never write for him </3 anddd i might’ve gotten a bit carried away so i hope that’s alright :3
𑣲⋆ w/c: ~3k
𑣲⋆ content warnings: smut, committed relationship, they’re so in love lol, porn with a little bit of plot, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, piv sex, making out (obviously), slight edging, hair pulling, oral fem!receiving, fingering, breast play, tiny tiny bit of choking, brief handjob, creampie, brief pregnancy mention, bit of a breeding kink ngl, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, angel, love, darling), missionary, pronebone, aftercare.
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you were sitting on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment when you heard taeyang walk through the door. he got done with work early and it was only about 4 in the afternoon.
“how’s your day been?” he asks, kissing the top of your head.
“good! very good.” you reply in a playful tone, obviously keeping something from him.
“you sure?” he chuckles, knowing you too well at this point to know something was up.
“wait here.” you get up and scurry over to your bedroom and grab the surprise you got for him.
he’s sitting down on the couch next to you now, holding the gift. one of his favorite bands, Let Me Know, were performing near your city tonight and he was dissapointed that you two didn’t seem to have time to go. but, secretly you bought the tickets anyways and told him to try and leave work early, without explaining why and just telling him to trust you. “no way!” he says, absolutely ecstatic. you loved how expressive taeyang got when he was happy about something. one of your favorite things about him is that he saved his big emotions for you. no one else got to see him as transparent as you do. “i got ‘em anyways just in case. and we totally have time to go because the show doesn’t even start until about 8!” you explained.
“you’re too good to me.” he says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. “it’s whatever.” you say, brushing it off.
“no no, this means a lot. i’ve never had the chance to see them before. i mean, i cover their songs all the time. i’m glad i get to see them with you.”
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so now you both were getting ready. you chose a dark purple mini dress with little velvet detailing on the sides and some black platform boots taeyang got you for your first anniversary. one of the trivial intimacies you cherished most with him was just existing in each other’s space like this. even after moving in together, it still felt new and cozy. you were walking around the bedroom, grabbing some jewelry when you caught him looking at you. “what’s wrong?” you ask. he was already dressed in a navy blue sweater and jeans, sitting on the bed. “you’re just very pretty is all.” he says simply. you walk over to him slowly until you’re standing between his legs. he puts his hands on your hips and looks up at you. “we’re gonna be late, tae.” you remind him in a soft voice, putting your hands behind his neck. “mm i can think of a good few reasons to be late…” he replies, brushing his hands up and down your sides. “you don’t mean that, we’ve got a concert to go to.” you say back, gently taking his hands off of you. “alright alright, i guess it’ll have to wait until we get back.” he promises. you laugh and don’t say anything back, putting on your jacket. even though you know you’re secretly going to be thinking about what awaits you the whole time you’re gonna be at the concert.
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“god that was so great!” taeyang exclaims, playing some songs on the car ride home that you’d literally just heard a 20 minutes prior. but you didn’t mind, you loved when he got all excited like this.
you and taeyang spend the car ride gushing about your night together and recapping all the best moments. he drives casually, just wanting to be with you here, basking in the love you share. he chose the bends and roads that made the drive longer. the night air is cool and comforting, flowing through the windows, kissing your face.
speaking of kisses, you turn your head to face him and admire his casual handsomeness. it almost pissed you off, how pretty he was. you two had settled into a comfortable silence that you decided was worth breaking.
“so, are you tired at all?” you ask, testing the waters. you were just hoping he didn’t forget that earlier he was insinuating being late due to some spur-of-the-moment sex.
“no not really, it’s only a little past midnight but i don’t work tomorrow so we can be up for a bit if you’d like?” he replies earnestly.
“ah, sounds good.” you say, almost sounding too dry on accident. ‘why do i bitch out when it comes to him sometimes’, you ask yourself internally while mentally facepalming as well. you two have a great sex life, probably even a little too frequent.
but, you like when he takes charge, asks first, makes you beg for it. and he usually does! you just somehow always feel shy for instigating the vibe first but you think he secretly finds it cute so you most likely won’t ever kick that habit.
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once you two make it back inside the apartment, you both go to the bedroom to change out of your clothes, opting for some comfier substitutes to spend the rest of the night in.
so here you were, laying with him on the couch in your cute sleep set, him in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. some random k-drama was playing on the tv. but you couldn’t care less about that right now. the low lighting from the lamp by you two made him look so romantic.
you nuzzled your head into his neck a little more, and his hand gripped around your thigh a little tighter. hoping that if you get close enough to him, he’d finally start fucking you. the thought has you subtly rubbing your thighs together. that catches his attention, finally turning his head to you.
he grabs your chin, pulling you into a sudden kiss. a soft one, but still one that filled you with warmth. “thank god,” you breathe out against his lips.
“what’s wrong baby?” he asks, a knowing smirk on his face. “oh you asshole, you were holding out since we got home?” you say, nudging his shoulder.
“i just wanted to see how long you could last before making the first move...”, he chuckles.
“tae, you know i hate when you do that.” you say playfully, kissing him back.
“that’s why it’s fun.” he smiles, grabbing the back of your neck. you do the same to him, pulling on his hair a bit.
and in just the way you like it, you both slip into your designated sub and dom spaces in a matter of seconds. nobody gets you like he does.
“you’re so needy as if i didn’t just fuck you yesterday.” he knew what those words would do to you. your mind is flooded with the memories of yesterday morning. how he sucked on your skin until there were marks, how he slapped your ass so hard that it was still a little sensitive, how your tongue felt after he spit on it…
all of that sends a shiver down your spine, spurring you on to move and straddle him.
“yeah well, you purposely teased me before we even left tonight…” you remind him.
he’s got his hands on your hips now, grinding you onto him. his touch is a burning fire against you.
“can’t help it. i know you’re always gonna be my desperate girl.” he teases, and you know he’s right.
“you make it hard not to be. bedroom. now please?” you practically beg. you weren’t even trying to boost his ego or anything, he truly is the best thing to ever happen to you, and it doesn’t help that the sex you two have is magical to say the least. you also know he obeys you if you act like this.
“alright baby, but know that i’m only saying yes because you begged. and it’s gonna be the only time i listen to you tonight.”
and with that, you let out a breathy sigh that sounded more like a moan. he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to the bedroom, still aggressively making out with you.
taeyang sets you down on your back. “lay there and look pretty for me.”
the ache between your legs is already getting unbearable. it was so deliciously exhilarating every time you surrendered completely to him. as if he could control the senses of your body just by looking at you.
he crawls on top of you, connecting his hand to the base of your neck and squeezing a bit.
he takes his free hand and trails it down your torso, eventually reaching the waistband of your little silk shorts.
he dips his hand past the waistband, coming into contact with your bare heat, feeling the fact you decided not to wear any panties.
“oh you knew you were getting it tonight yeah?” he asks, teasing you.
“i figured because i did something so nice that i deserved a little praise in return.” you say.
“so you’re saying you only did me a kindness so that i’d fuck you?” taeyang asks while his hand reaches down further, beginning to play with your clit. simultaneously kissing your neck and collarbones sloppily.
you’re breathing quite heavy now, letting out whimpers when he puts just the right amount of pressure where you’re the most sensitive. you forget he even asked a question honestly.
“hm?” you say, dazed.
“sweetheart, i haven’t even done that much to you yet, and here you are on the verge of tears already…” true to his taunting nature, he removes his hand from you and lets up off your neck.
you whine at the loss. but then he starts taking his clothes off. no matter how many times you see him like this, it never gets easier. you stare down his torso, nearly drooling. after he’s done, he brings his attention back to you. he very carefully and slowly moves the straps of your tank top down, exposing your chest to the cool air of the bedroom.
he also pulls your shorts completely off and then leans back to admire you as well for a moment. not wasting too much time, he gets back to hovering over you. he begins to kiss around one of your breasts, kneading the other with his hand. once he takes one into his mouth, you softly gasp out. “tae… oh my god.”
he moves to the other, sucking and moving his tongue over your nipple repeatedly. after a while of the back and forth over your chest, he kisses down your body, reaching to the place between your legs. he leaves little bites on your inner thighs before diving into you. suddenly eating you out with purpose and the passion of a man starved.
you pull on his hair. hard. he has always been so good at this. you remember the first time you let him go down on you. he begged for it a few times which kinda made you doubt his abilities. but to your surprise, you’re pretty sure you came in like three minutes because no one had ever done that to you before. he was actually your first time for everything and he never made you feel weird about it. he held that responsibility like a promise and kept it forever.
funny enough, not much has changed in two years because you were already close after about five minutes of his efforts.
just before you could finish, he pulled off of you. you could complain but you also liked when he edged you like this.
he ascends back up to you. you keep your legs spread so he can settle between them. “i’ll never get used to how good you taste, baby.” he says, breathless and grateful.
“kiss me.” you say, before he can wipe his face with his hand. he smashes your mouths together, your slick makes your lips taste the same. he parts your mouth with his tongue and deepens the kiss exactly how you like it.
while reveling in him and how he feels, you reach your hand down to stroke him. he loses a bit of his resolve for a second and moans into your mouth.
you position his cock to your entrance, hoping he gets the hint that you need him inside you so badly.
he doesn’t give in, he knows the wait and anticipation makes you want him even more. you whine again, something you’re getting used to with him.
“ask nicely.” he breathes out.
“please, taeyang.” you reply, barely audible.
“please, what?”
“please fuck me… you always make me feel so good… need it.” you’re grinding up into him pathetically now.
finally, he looks down at you, a loving and doting look on his face, reminding you that you’re in the care of the man who loves you so intensely. he looks down to where you’re connected when he pushes into you.
once he’s buried to the hilt, you both let out loud moans. he moans your name as well, starting to move in and out of you while you’re trying to ground yourself. feeling every vein of him in this way is reviving. you two rarely used protection, opting to be as close as possible.
“oh my fucking god…” you say as he picks up his speed and deepens his thrusts into you. you’re scratching down his back, feeling his muscles tensing.
“you feel so good love, squeezing me so tight, fuck” he moves one of his hands that’s caging you in, and grabs your chin to face him and kisses you with purpose.
“can you handle more, baby?” he asks,
and you nod your head. “that’s my good girl.” he praises.
he smoothly grabs one of your thighs, hiking it up and making your knee touch your chest. while you wrap your other leg around his waist. this angle wasn’t new to either of you, it was perfect and you always came faster when he was hitting every spot inside you effortlessly like this.
he moves his hips up just a little more, making you feel him touch that extra sensitive part of your walls.
“right there?” he asks softly, hearing you moan quite loud.
“yes, close…” you say, on the edge of ecstasy.
“i’ve got you, i always do. where do you want it?” he says, giving you faster and harder thrusts as you could tell he was reaching the end too.
“you know what feels best.” you say into his ear.
“inside? you’re gonna let me claim you again? fuck, okay.” he replies while you can hear the excitement and gratitude in his tone.
more often than not, he cums inside you, it feels too good not to. you’d discussed it before and although you two weren’t necessarily trying, you getting pregnant wouldn’t be the worst thing. you and taeyang were undoubtedly sure about each other and agreed you’d start a family a couple years down the line. but, accidents are possible and you’re both financially stable enough to start that future early if it were to happen. plus, he loved how it looked when his cum spills out of you. it reminds him that you’re his.
after a few more harsh thrusts, you came all over his cock while he filled you up. the sensation of his cum so warm and settling so deep inside you felt like a vow.
“you’re taking all of it so well, angel.” taeyang says, hand grazing over your lower belly.
you don’t feel tired yet. and judging by the way he was still hard, he wasn’t done either.
he pulls out of you and grabbed your waist and flipped you over, so that you were flat on your stomach.
“up.” he says, tapping on your hips as he slips a pillow under them.
eager as hell, you comply. he slides his hands up and down your hips and ass, gently massaging you. you know that when he did that, you were in for it.
grabbing the pillow in front of you for support, he placed his hands strongly on your hips, pushing into you again. he didn’t even give you time to get used to being stretched out before setting a rough pace.
you were genuinely seeing stars as he was fucking you like this. “i love you so goddamn much, only i make you feel this good,” he reminds you, moaning out your name afterwards.
too fucked out to verbally reassure him, you just happily take what he’s giving you. before you even know it, you’re cumming. taeyang’s hands bruising your hips from how hard he’s holding you. you can tell he’s close as well, he tends to whine a bit and it’s one of your favorite sounds in the whole world.
he pulls out suddenly, flipping you on your back again. he kneels between your legs to cum on your chest. he leans over to kiss all over your face, the both of you catching your breath. “let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, cradling your face in his hand. he gets off of you and runs to the bathroom to grab a washcloth with warm water. he lingers the washcloth a little too long over your chest. “be careful babe, don’t start something you can’t finish,” you remind him.
“well, we both always finish. a few times, i might add,” he replies, laughing softly.
“tae, shut up, you’re too confident. let’s get ready for bed,” you say back, fully knowing he’s right.
“whatever you say, darling,” he replies pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee that was bent. and with that, you both change into your pajamas and crawl back into bed together. you settle into his chest, laying on him while he holds you tight. as the two of you fall into sleep, you feel extra warmth in your chest. you don’t know if you could ever describe how much love you feel for him. every single night, you can reach out and always know he’s there for you in every sense.
