⤷ who is the center of attention at the pool. yes, despite the music, the pool floats, and the wave machine, all that the girls (and some of the guys) can focus on is intak as he sits atop the lifeguard chair. who can blame them? his tanned body and rippling muscles would make anyone turn their head. some of the ladies attempt small talk, craning their necks as they ask tak if their swimsuit looks nice. some of the guys flex their muscles as they ascend the diving board, flashing quick glances to make sure that he's looking. tak notices none of them. the only person he cares about is you. from his lifeguard seat, he gazes down with affection as you freestyle in the cerulean water.
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who “accidentally” forgets to put on sunscreen, just so that you can apply it for him. your hands knead the muscles in his back and arms as you sit behind him, one leg on either side of his body. his warm skin is smooth against your hands, the cool cream melting into his olive skin. “thanks, y/n,” he sighs. to that, you say, “you really need to stop forgetting your sun screen, tak. i can't always be there to do it for you.” intak only laughs lightly in reply; he knows you like helping him, and that you'll always be there, no matter what you say.
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who keeps a lookout for unwanted advances from other people. of course, he loves it when you make new friends. however, being the pretty girl you are, weirdos are always trying to take their chances and chat you up. but tak won't have any of it. when he notices a conversation is getting uncomfortable, he’ll immediately step in and have your back.
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who gives you more than enough money needed to buy yourself drinks and bingsu at the poolside bar. you (unsuccessfully) try to refuse his kindness. “really, tak, it’s okay,” you laugh. “i have my own money to buy food if i need it!” “just take it,” intak replies, folding your fingers over the notes he’s pressed into your palm. “it’s your money now.”
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who pays for your dinner at the bar after work. no matter how much you order, no matter how much it costs, he’s standing with his card ready to cover the bill for you. “it’s fine, tak, i can pay for my own.” you say, embarrassed. “i know,” he says back. “I just want to do it anyway.” when you really insist on paying for yourself, he lets you- but transfers the exact cost into your account, acting like he didn’t know where it came from.
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who waits until lockup when you have the pool to yourselves, swimming laps around the pool as the sun goes down and the stars come up. when you’re tired of swimming around, he’s gentle with you, holding your waist as you balance on his lap in the water. “do you think you can see any constellations up there?” he smiles as you look up at the dark sky. “yeah,” you reply, your voice soft and low. “they always shine brighter when i’m with you.” he says, leaning in to kiss you.
「 lifeguard!intak. 」
⤷ who is obsessed with the water- including the creatures that live in it. at every given opportunity, he’s telling you facts about fish, anemone, and sea mammals with a passion that only a genuine fan could have. in his apartment, he has pet fish that he takes care of and has names for. together, you stare at them in awe, their vivid colors bouncing off of your irises. it’s no wonder that tak is a lifeguard- if there’s a job to do with water, he’s on it.
Peter Parker / Want me to teach you? ── 18+ (MDNI)
Summary ⟅ You discover that Peter has never given head before, and being the kind, generous friend you are, you offer to teach him.
Sub!Peter Parker x Best friend!Reader / ⟣ SMUT / 2.9k ⟢
Warnings: no spoilers, peter uses his spidey-sense to eat you out (walk with me), cunnilingus, oral (fem receiving), praise, sub!peter, pussy drunk!peter, he cums his pants, overstimulation, virgin!peter, mutual pining
Lily's note — 🪷 i can't believe im on my third fic RELEASE ME FROM THE CHOKEHOLD
"Wait... what did you just say?"
You whipped your head to look at Peter beside you on the couch, your eyes narrowed into slits, unsure if you heard him correctly.
He kept his eyes locked onto the wall in front of him, his cheeks heating under your intense stare. He cleared his throat before repeating himself, “I said I wouldn't know.”
The admission came after you finished ranting about your stupid ex boyfriend, listing every single thing he was bad at, specifically his inability to eat you out properly.
“Is it really that difficult?” you’d asked aloud, not actually expecting him to answer. But then came his surprising response.
Peter gathered his courage and tore his gaze away from the wall to look at where your narrowed eyes were still glued to him. He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I-Is it that surprising?”
You snapped out of your shocked state. A small pool of guilt settled in your stomach at the way you’d reacted, he was obviously embarrassed, but you just couldn't believe it.
“Wait—so you’ve never… gone down on a girl?”
The flush on his cheeks darkened as he shook his head, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat.
“Like, you’ve never given head?”
His brows rose when you repeated yourself, and just before he could form a response, you were speaking again.
“As in, you’ve never eaten a girl's pussy out—”
He clamped a hand over your mouth, forcing you into silence, cringing at how blunt you were being.
“Oh my god, I already said yes! Do you have to be so—hey!” He ripped his hand away when you licked a stripe up his palm with your tongue.
You laughed as he wiped his hand on his pant leg, leaning over to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch for a fraction of a second, his breath catching as the warmth of your palm sank into his skin.
“Sorry Pete, I’m just surprised.”
He exhaled a sharp chuckle, fidgeting with a loose thread on the couch to distract himself from the conversation. “Surprised? Why?”
“Well,” you started, shifting your hand to the back of his neck, toying with the curls there. “I guess the better question is why haven't you?”
A shiver ran down his spine at your soft touch, his heart beating faster. “J-Just,” he cleared his throat to calm his shaky voice. “The opportunity never came I guess.”
“The opportunity never came?” you repeated, bewildered. “You’re literally Spiderman! I’m sure you could have anyone you wanted.”
Not anyone, he thought, smiling bitterly. Your ex boyfriend made sure of it when he managed to get to you first before Peter could pluck up the courage to ask you out. But now you were single—the realization slammed into him.
The room settled into silence with you still lightly caressing his hair, your fingers scratching at his scalp now. His eyes fluttered shut as he sank into the feeling, a small, breathy sigh escaping him.
“Do you want me to teach you?”
His eyes shot open. He stared at you, waiting for you to pull your hand away and tease him for falling for your joke. But you only looked at him with a soft, patient smile, your eyes glimmering under the low light of his apartment.
“W-What?” he stuttered.
You bit back your smile, adjusting yourself on the couch to shift closer to him. “Do you want me to teach you how to eat a girl out?”
His eyes flicked to your lips then back up quickly. “Haha, I um… A-Are you being serious right now?”
You bit your lip with a nod. “Dead serious. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you? Your future girl will thank you for learning.”
The universe must be playing some cruel joke on him. He was seconds away from screaming I only want you in your face, but something told him that wouldn’t go over well. Instead, with a hopeful lilt of his mouth, he said, “O-Okay. If you’re okay with that. N-No pressure… or anything…”
Your heart ached with fondness at how awkward he was being. You stood up in front of him, holding a hand out for him to take which he merely stared at. You glanced down to where his hands were clasped tightly together, positioned snugly over his lap.
Oh.
You licked your lips, reaching down to tug his hand free, your gaze fixed on his lap as his hand moved to reveal the boner he was concealing, his bulge pushing insistently against his pants.
“I’m sorry!” he rushed out. “I-It just happened and—god I’m acting like such a loser—”
“Peter,” you grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to you, the sight of his big, shiny, round eyes causing a warm ache to settle low in your belly. “It’s okay. I’m flattered, actually.”
You smiled reassuringly and tugged him up, leading him to his bed. When you were both stood at the foot, you turned to face him, your fingers intertwining with his.
“Hey, are you sure this is okay? We can stop and pretend like this never happened… just say the word.”
He took in a deep, trembling breath, exhaling it with a small chuckle. “You’re asking me if I’m okay with a super pretty girl teaching me to—”
You raised your brows at him expectantly, laughing when he struggled to vocalize what was about to happen.
He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Yes. Yes I’m okay with that. Very okay with it actually…”
You grinned at him through your lashes, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, satisfied with the spaced out expression on his face when you pulled back.
“Okay, Spiderman, let’s see if you’re good at this too!”
He groaned, clenching his eyes shut. “Don’t call me that.”
When they opened, they grew in alarm at the sight of you slipping your bottoms down your legs. His gaze shot back up to your face when he realized you’d pulled down your panties too, his skin burning hot.
You gave his hand a final squeeze before sitting down on the bed, pushing yourself back to rest against the headboard.
He kept his eyes locked onto yours, his breaths coming in sharper as he saw you part your thighs from the fuzzy part of his vision. A moan threatened to escape him, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.
“Peter,” you whispered, “Look at me.”
With a deep breath, he let his gaze trail down slowly over your neck, your shirt clad torso, until finally they rested between your spread thighs, your cunt dripping with arousal.
He was drunk on the sight, a rush of dizziness flowing through him when you let out a breathy pant, your clit pulsating at the way he was taking you in like you were the most mesmerizing painting hung in the Louvre.
“Do you see how wet I am already, Peter?”
His hand twitched at his side when you lowered your own to your cunt, running a finger through your folds to collect your slick, holding it up in the air for him to see.
“Mmm, all for you,” you sighed. “Come here.”
His feet that were seemingly glued to the ground broke free of their spell as he rushed forward, planting his knees on the bed.
“On your stomach, lay between my thighs.”
He obeyed your command, his pulse thumping quickly in his ears. The moment his head hovered close enough to your pussy, he breathed in deep, his eyes screwing shut at the way your intoxicating scent filled his nostrils.
When he opened them you were staring at him with parted lips, your chest rising and falling heavily.
“Sorry…was that weird,” he apologized. “It’s just… my senses are enhanced and you just smell so…” He breathed in again, exhaling with a soft whimper.
Your cunt tensed, squeezing around nothing as the pleasure burned through you. You could see the worry still brewing in his eyes so you reached down to press a hand to his head, running your fingers affectionately through his curls. “It wasn’t weird.”
He smiled with relief, his eyes flicking back to your heat, waiting earnestly for your first instruction.
“Start with some kisses,” you murmured, “Right here… and here.” You pointed to your swollen bud, then down to your slick folds.
He nodded, eyes all hopeful and bright. His lips brushed against your inner thigh first—a sweet, unexpected chaste kiss that made your heart flutter. Then he moved in, his lips ghosting your heat. The second kiss landed just below your clit, a little hesitant but soft, missing the target, but you didn’t care. Not with how gently he was treating you.
You sighed with pleasure, your head falling back against the headboard to watch him through half-lidded eyes.
The third kiss was firmer, his lips pressing right over your center, sending electricity shooting through your body. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed.
“God, yes, Peter,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his curls. “Just like that, you’re doing so good.”
He whimpered at the praise, his hips involuntarily pressing harder against the mattress below him, unbeknownst to you.
“Now taste me,” you instructed, your voice slightly wobbly. “Lick through my folds. It might be a little salty, okay?”
He nodded, his nose nudging your clit, as his tongue slipped past his lips. The first swipe was agonizingly slow, the muscle exploring through your soaked slit.
You gasped, your back arching as he hummed, the taste of you—an intoxicating mix of musky, sweet, and salty—flooded his enhanced senses. His next lick came quicker, a broad stroke that gathered your arousal on his tongue. He repeated the action until he was lapping at you eagerly, drinking in your juices, his soft whimpers muffled against your cunt.
“Yes… oh f-fuck, Peter… you’re a natural.” Your body shifted, writhing on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you more open while holding you still as he feasted. His hips circled on the bed, building to a steady pace until he was rutting desperately, the friction a sweet torture on his trapped, aching cock.
“O-Okay,” you panted, your vision blurring. “Here’s my clit… use your tongue, rub it in circles.”
He dove in, his tongue flattening against the bundle of nerves before circling it slowly. A sharp, white-hot pleasure shot through you, your moans growing louder, shifting to high-pitched cries.
“S-So good—mmngh… Just like tha—oh!” You bucked your hips against his mouth, his grip tightening even more. “Now j-just, flick… flick your… fuuuck—”
You tried to form words, to guide him forward, but all you could manage was a broken stream of cries. It felt too good, the heat in your belly coiling tighter with each perfect rotation of his tongue.
He glanced up the length of your body, fixing on your face to watch the pleasure overtake you, your lashes fluttering as your eyes rolled back. He parted from your clit to ask what to do next when a familiar electric prickle ticked at his brain. His focus zeroed into your clit, feeling the frantic pulses, sensing the desperate clenches of your inner walls.
Woah, he thought, not knowing his spidey sense could be used for anything but danger.
It was like a switch went off in him. He dove back in, this time with expert flicks focused on your sensitive nub. He didn’t have to think anymore, guided by his sharp instincts.
“P-Peter! Oh my g-god!” You screamed, pushing his face harder into your cunt, grinding yourself against his mouth. He mewled against your clit, the sound making your vision turn fuzzy, bright stars clouding it.
You whined when he pulled away from your clit until his tongue dove lower, licking around your hole. He slurped up the arousal, then pressed the tip of his tongue into your tight walls, poking and teasing.
“Yes yes yes, right there… please,” you begged.
He pressed harder until his tongue slipped inside, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts. You rocked your hips over him, riding his face to force him in deeper, your thighs trembling around his head.
He gasped against your cunt, a breathy, wanton cry, the sounds helpless and needy, as he rubbed his cock faster into the sheets, his pre-cum soaking through the sweatpants.
“You’re doing so good,” you chanted, “Eating me out so perfectly… such a good boy… my good boy, Peter…”
He held you tighter as he whimpered into your cunt at the praise, his hips jerking wildly before his body seized. Heat flooded his underwear, his climax pushing through him with an intensity he’d never felt before.
But even as his cock pulsed over and over again, he kept working you open.
He dragged his lips back to your clit, sucking the throbbing nub into his mouth, laving at it in tune with the aftershocks of his own body.
Your own release was within reach, dangling dangerously over the edge while he alternated between hard sucks and flicks of his tongue.
“So pretty, nggh, taste so good,” he mumbled, and the sentence alone was enough to make you fall.
Your stomach buckled, your cunt convulsing with hard, fluttering clenches. He splayed a large hand over your stomach, holding you still as you came, his tongue never ceasing its relentless, worshipful assault.
“Peter… Peter,” you gasped, your clit burning as the pleasure curled into a sharp, sweet pain. “Cant! H-Hurts! ‘S too m-much!”
His brain went foggy, blocking out your cries as your cunt consumed him, losing himself in the taste and feel of you, licking and sucking long after your climax had passed. You groaned, your thighs clamping around his head.
You pushed him back as he gasped to catch his breath.
“Too much, baby… too much.”
His eyes glossed over at the pet name, his cheek falling to rest on your trembling thigh. He blinked up at you, his face flushed and blissed out, his nose, lips, and chin glistening with your arousal.
He carefully began to rub your thigh absentmindedly, his touch tender as he gazed at you, the devastating weight of love held in his eyes.
You played with the sweat-damp curls as you caught your breath, your body still twitching every few seconds with lasting pulses of pleasure.
A small, incredulous smile spread across your lips, growing to spread across your face.
“Wow,” you whispered, your voice wrecked. “Were you lying about not knowing how to do that?”
The accusation brought him back faster than the speed of light. He shot up, panicked, scrambling to his knees. “What? N-No! Of course not! I swear I—look my tingle—” He stopped when he saw your grin. The tension drained from him, replaced by a sigh of relief. “You’re joking…”
You laughed, soft and breathless. “I’ve never come like that before.”
His chest swelled with pride. He sat back on his heels, a goofy, triumphant smile appearing on his wet lips.
You glanced down, your smile faltering at the wet patch at his crotch.
“Peter… did you…?”
He looked down, mortification instantly flooding him, his cheeks tinting crimson all over again. He hadn’t even realized he came, lost in pleasuring you. His throat went dry as he stammered to pull together an explanation, an apology.
Before he could, you reached for him, your hand curling around his neck to pull him close. He held his breath as his lips brushed yours.
“You came in your pants, just from eating me out?” You asked in a hush whisper, a smirk breaking through. “That’s so hot, Peter.”
You swallowed his whimper, pressing your lips to his.
They were soft and insistent against his still ones, his brain short-circuiting before he pulled himself together, parting his lips for you. You dipped your tongue against his, tasting the remnants of your arousal as he melted into you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He kissed you back needily, pouring every bit of his longing into it until you gently broke away.
You ran your thumb over his swollen lips, your brows creasing. You looked oddly… shy.
You gnawed at your lip before sighing. “Is… is now a bad time to tell you that I like you?”
He stilled, his eyes staring into yours, unblinking and full of disbelief.
You misread the silence. “I, um… I noticed with my ex that I’d compare him to you with everything he did. That’s why we got into that last fight and broke up. Because I realized… I liked you.” You dipped your head with a sad chuckle. “Sorry. I guess I ruined it, huh?”
“No!” He screamed, so loud and sudden, you flinched. “No, no, no, I—I like you too. I have for a while,” he exhaled a sigh of relief, a happy smile forcing its way to his lips. “I didn’t think you felt the same…”
Your grin returned, brighter than ever. You kissed him again, slower this time, sliding down until your back was pressed to the mattress, his hovering over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his bulge, his cock already half-hard again, against your sensitive, spent cunt.
You smirked at him, a playful glint in your eye. “So… do you need me to teach you how to do this?” you asked, nodding down to where you were joined together.
Your laugh died down when he didn’t react to your joke as you expected. He just stared with a hopeful, wide-eyed vulnerability that told you everything you needed to know.
“O-Oh,” you breathed, your heart swelling, threatening to burst with affection. “You’re a…virgin?”
He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
Your eyes turned giddy, filled with a look of pure joy. You cupped his face, pulling him down for another kiss, whispering against his lips, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
Comment or message to be added to the spiderman taglist <3
Again Spider-man brand new day spoilers but what do you mean people are pissed at MJ for saying she doesn't love Peter yeah no shit she doesn't know that man sorry thats what happens when you specifically cast a spell to erase someone's memory of you then do nothing to reintroduce yourself to them for several years hello consequences of Peter's choices
can you write an ot6 ex!piwon and the reader imagine where they have to share a bed during a friend gathering at a cabin? and they wake up in each other’s space
pairing: P1Harmony x Ex!reader
warnings: Former Lovers, awkward situation, light angst, mostly fluff, some tension if you squint
The hotel room key felt heavier than it should have as you unlocked the door, stepping into the softly lit space with Keeho trailing just a step behind you. The air inside smelled faintly of crisp linen and fresh lavender, a sharp contrast to the humid evening air you had just escaped outside.
You set your bag down near the closet and turned around, your eyes immediately locking onto the center of the room. A single king-sized bed sat framed by an upholstered headboard, crisp white sheets pulled taut with neat, decorative pillows stacked against the top.
Keeho stopped beside you, resting his hands on his hips as his gaze lingered on the solitary duvet.
"Well," Keeho said, his voice dropping into that familiar dry tone as he gestured vaguely toward the bed. "This is awkward."
"Yeah," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. "It really is."
"I mean, to be fair to our friends, how could anyone have guessed we’d be broken up by the time the wedding actually rolled around?" He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "We accepted the invite six months ago."
You let out a soft huff, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you looked away toward the window. "I kinda saw it coming," you murmured under your breath.
Keeho turned his head, his dark eyebrows knitting together in a faint frown. He opened his mouth as if to challenge the comment, but the tired tension in his shoulders seemed to win out. The long drive and the upcoming weekend of social obligations left little room for re-opening old wounds. He let out a slow breath, the edge in his expression softening into something resigned.
"Look," he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "We’re both exhausted. It’s one night, and we’re both adults. We can make the best of this, right?"
"Right," you agreed, offering a small, compromise of a smile. "It’s just a bed."
An hour later, the room was shrouded in darkness save for the thin sliver of city light filtering through the gap in the heavy curtains. You laid on the far left side, facing the edge, while Keeho kept strictly to his side on the right. Yet as the hours wore on and the cool night air seeped into the room, the expanse of white sheets between you gradually dissolved.
When morning arrived, pale golden sunlight was streaming across the hardwood floor. You blinked slowly, trailing back into consciousness, and immediately realized you were wrapped in a deep, familiar warmth.
You hadn't stayed on your side of the mattress. Your head was resting against the solid incline of Keeho’s shoulder, your nose tucked into the crook of his neck. Automatically, your chest expanded as you breathed in his scent—a subtle mix of cedarwood, laundry detergent, and the faint, sweet trace of his usual vanilla cologne. His arm was draped casually over your waist, the weight of it grounding and comfortable in a way that felt entirely like home.
You froze for a fraction of a second, the reality of the situation catching up to your hazy mind. Before you could pull back, Keeho stirred beneath you.
His chest expanded with a deep inhale, and his head shifted against the pillow. He opened his eyes, blinking against the morning light, his expression thick with sleep. He turned his head sideways, his face mere inches from yours, dark eyes soft and unhurried as he looked at you.
You let out a quiet sigh, your throat still raspy from sleep. "Guess muscle memory kicked in," you murmured, the sound barely louder than a whisper.
Keeho didn't pull away. Instead, his thumb brushed warm against the fabric of your shirt at your waist. "Yeah," he rasped softly, his voice low and heavy with residual sleep. "Must have."
Every logical thought told you to sit up, apologize, and put distance between the two of you before things got complicated. But the morning air was cold outside the duvet, his body was impossibly warm, and the familiar rhythm of his breathing was far too comforting to abandon just yet.
Keeho seemed to read the slight hesitation in your eyes. A small, drowsy smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"We don't have to tell anybody," he mumbled, closing his eyes again and gently pulling you an inch closer.
You hesitated for a split second before letting out a quiet breath, resting your forehead back against his shoulder. You closed your eyes, letting the quiet warmth carry you straight back to sleep.
Theo
The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, sealing in the stifling, tense silence of the small space. After months of avoiding each other following a breakup so chaotic and loud it had practically shattered your shared friend group, standing in the same room as Theo felt like stepping into an active minefield.
To make matters worse, the cabin’s layout left zero room for negotiation. Every other member of the group had claimed a room with their partner, leaving you stranded in the final bedroom—a space dominated by a single, inescapable queen-sized bed.
You threw your duffel bag onto the floor with unnecessary force, your jaw clenched tight. "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable."
Theo didn't bother responding right away. With a careless, infuriating slowness, he kicked off his boots and dropped straight onto the mattress. He stretched his long legs out, crossing his ankles and resting his hands lazily behind his head. He looked down at you from his spot on the bed, a faint, lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Can you stop being cocky for five seconds?" you snapped, glaring down at him with pure irritation. "This isn't funny."
"Cocky?" Theo echoed smoothly, his voice entirely unbothered as he shifted against the pillows. "I'm not being cocky. Honestly, I'm having the time of my life right now."
"Shut up," you gritted out, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "Just shut up and stay on your side of the bed. Don't even breathe in my direction."
Theo let out a theatrical gasp, rolling his eyes as he mocked your furious tone. "'Stay on your side of the bed, Theo, don't breathe in my direction.' Yeah, yeah, loud and clear."
Determined to ignore him, you grabbed your toiletries and pajamas, aggressively marching to the bathroom to get ready for sleep. You washed your face and changed with sharp, agitated movements, trying to shake off the frustration radiating through your chest. When you returned, Theo took his turn without a word, brushing past you to grab his sweatpants before locking himself inside.
When he finally emerged, he tossed his discarded clothes near his bag and climbed under the duvet on the right side. Fuming, you grabbed the spare blanket, climbed onto the extreme edge of the left side, and pressed yourself as close to the wall as humanly possible before finally turning off the lamp and drifting off into a restless sleep.
When light finally began to filter through the pine trees outside, you woke up feeling unusually warm and grounded. The faint, familiar scent of cedar and citrus surrounded you, and your arm felt heavy where it was draped across something solid.
You blinked, clearing the sleep from your eyes, only to realize your entire upper body was sprawled directly across Theo’s chest. Your cheek was resting right above his heart, your hand gripping the fabric of his shirt, and your legs were tangled loosely with his beneath the heavy duvet.
Horror surged through you. You recoiled as if you’d touched a burning stove, scrambling backward so fast you nearly fell off the edge of the frame.
The sudden movement jolted Theo awake. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he blearily sat up, his dark hair a messy forest of bedhead.
"What the fuck?" you hissed, sitting up with your cheeks burning as you glared at him. "What did you do?"
Theo stared at you for a beat, processing your outburst through a fog of sleep, before letting out a long-suffering sigh. "Are you serious right now?" he rasped, resting his elbows on his knees. "You turned over in your sleep two hours ago and started clinging to me like a koala. I didn't do anything."
"I did not!" You jumped off the bed, kicking your shoes on with trembling hands. "You...crossed over your side!"
"What was I supposed to do, push you onto the floor?" Theo called out, raising his eyebrows as you stomped toward the door.
"Don't talk to me!" you yelled, grabbing your washbag and storming straight into the attached bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you so hard the frame rattled.
Inside, you leaned against the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks were bright, furious pink.
From the other side of the thin wooden door, you heard Theo let out a low, amused chuckle. "I saw you blushing!" he called out, his voice dripping with playful satisfaction. "You're still terrible at lying!"
You turned the sink faucet on at full blast just to drown out the sound of his voice, cursing him—and your own traitorous muscle memory—under your breath.
Jiung
The guest room was small, tucked away at the end of your friends’ hallway. With every other corner of the house claimed by the rest of the group, you and Jiung had been assigned to share the final room—and its single queen-sized bed.
Your breakup had been mutual and surprisingly quiet, driven not by a explosive fight, but by the overwhelming realization that you were simply too different. Where Jiung was structured, precise, and meticulously orderly, you were far more relaxed, leaning into chaos with ease.
You tossed your duffel bag onto the rug, watching as Jiung immediately began organizing his toiletries on the dresser with rhythmic, neat movements. Seeing him so completely in his element sparked a sudden, mischievous impulse in your chest.
Gunning for a reaction, you walked over to the neatly made bed and sat down squarely on top of the duvet—shoes off, but fully clad in your worn denim jeans and long-sleeved street jacket.
Jiung turned around a second later, stopping dead in his tracks. His face immediately contorted into a look of deep, visceral disgust.
"Are you serious?" Jiung grimaced, pointing a finger at you. "Please tell me you are not sitting on the bed in your street clothes."
"It's not like their dirty or something," you said innocently, leaning back on your hands and smoothing down your jacket.
"You know exactly what I mean," he argued, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. "You've been sitting on train seats and lounge chairs all day. You know I hate when people do that."
You gave a casual shrug, letting a small, teasing smile touch your lips. "Well, we’re not together anymore, Jiung. So I don't really have to follow your house rules. I can do whatever I want." You paused for effect, pretending to glance around the room thoughtfully. "Honestly, I’m thinking about grabbing a bag of chips later. Maybe eating a snack right here."
Jiung looked at you as if you had just threatened to set the mattress on fire. He let out a sharp gasp, his dark eyes narrowing in genuine horror. "Don't you dare," he warned, his voice tight. "I am not sleeping in a bed covered in crumbs. I will literally leave."
You stayed completely calm, batting your eyelashes as you gestured toward the carpet. "Well... the floor does look pretty comfortable."
Jiung stared at you for three long seconds, realizing he had been completely played, before muttering a severe curse under his breath and spinning back toward his bag. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing out loud, thoroughly enjoying every single second of pushing his buttons.
Eventually, the petty quiet settled down. You both took turns getting changed into clean pajamas and brushing your teeth in silence. When it was time for sleep, Jiung carefully slid under his side of the duvet, keeping a strict distance, while you settled into yours.
When you woke up the next morning, the room was bathed in the soft, gray glow of early dawn. You felt a comfortable, steady warmth anchored right beside you, and your temple was resting gently against something warm and soft.
You opened your eyes slowly to find Jiung sleeping soundly right next to you. His forehead was resting against yours, his quiet, rhythmic breathing brushing softly against your skin. Without the usual tense posture or neat structure he maintained while awake, his face looked impossibly soft.
Looking at him up close, you were instantly reminded of just how cute and handsome he really was. The smooth slope of his nose, the soft curve of his lips in sleep—it brought back a sudden, overwhelming wave of memories. You remembered lazy Sunday mornings, quiet laughter shared over coffee, and the effortless comfort that had once made you fall for him in the first place.
You knew you should probably pull away and put space between you before he woke up. But the room was quiet, the blanket was warm, and the familiar comfort of his presence felt too good to give up just yet.
Instead of moving away, you closed your eyes again, let out a soft breath, and snuggled just a little bit closer into his warmth.
Intak
The rain had started pouring the moment your friend group arrived at the cabin, turning the wooden deck slick and cold. Inside, the living room quickly filled with damp jackets, muddy boots, and the chaotic chatter of everyone claiming their rooms.
"Hey," Your friend called out from the hallway, looking between you and Intak with a cautious, apologetic smile. "There are only three bedrooms with double beds, and the rest are singles. Do you two mind sharing, or should we figure out another couch situation?"
The silence stretched for a beat, heavy with the fresh, unsaid weight of your recent breakup. Things were still raw, wrapped in that clumsy, overly polite awkwardness that follows a lingering end. You looked over at Intak, who shifted his weight from one foot to the other, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Nah it's fine," Intak spoke up first, offering a gentle smile to the group. "We can share."
"Yeah, totally fine," you added, nodding quickly to smooth over the moment.
An hour later, the loud laughter from the living room had died down into a quiet hum as everyone settled in for the night. You stood near your open suitcase in the bedroom, unbuttoning your shirt to change into comfortable pajamas. Behind you, Intak suddenly whipped around toward the wall with lightning speed, his shoulders instantly tensing up.
A small, amused laugh escaped your lips as you pulled a soft t-shirt over your head. "Intak, you can turn around," you said softly, smiling at his back. "It's not like there's anything you haven't seen before."
When he turned back, his face was flushed bright crimson all the way to the tips of his ears. "I know, but..." He cleared his throat, running a hand through his dark hair as he gestured vaguely between the two of you. "We broke up. Boundaries, right?"
"Right," you agreed, the amusement fading into a quiet, understanding nod. "Boundaries."
Once you were both changed, you climbed under the heavy duvet. The space between you on the mattress felt wide, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of the bedside lamp. Intak lay on his back, staring intently at the ceiling with his arms neatly by his side.
You turned your head on the pillow to look at him. "Are you okay?"
Intak let out a slow, quiet breath. He turned his head sideways to meet your eyes. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "It's just... kinda weird, sharing a bed with you again."
"Yeah," you rasped, letting out a faint sigh. "It really is."
You both turned your eyes back up to the wooden beams above, the silence settling around you not as a wall, but as a gentle, shared blanket.
"Goodnight," you whispered into the dark.
"Goodnight," Intak replied, his voice dropping into a soft murmur just before the room plunged into quiet, heavy sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, soft sunlight was filtering through the cabin curtains. You felt a steady, comforting warmth pressed against the mattress right beside you, but what caught your attention first was the sensation on your right hand.
Your fingers were tightly, naturally intertwined with Intak’s.
You blinked slowly, looking down at your joined hands resting on the blanket between you. At the same moment, Intak stirred beside you. His eyes fluttered open, dark and thick with sleep, and his gaze immediately dropped to where your fingers were locked together.
For a second, neither of you moved. He looked up from your hands, his gaze rising to meet your face.
"Good morning," Intak rasped, his voice low and gravelly from sleep.
"Good morning," you softy replied.
He didn't pull his hand away. Instead, Intak carefully smoothed his thumb back and forth over the back of your hand, a slow, familiar stroke that sent a quiet ache straight through your chest.
You closed your eyes, letting out a long, quiet sigh into the morning air, realizing in that exact moment that moving on was going to be so much more complicated than you had thought.
Soul
The living room floor was a chaotic pile of discarded snacks, empty glasses, and sprawling bodies by the time the dorm drinking night finally began to wind down. With the hour creeping past midnight, the conversation naturally turned to sleeping arrangements for the guest staying over.
"Soul and y/n can just share his bed," Keeho announced nonchalantly, waving a hand toward the hallway as he gathered up a few empty cans.
You and Soul immediately locked eyes, both of your faces frozen in matching, strained expressions. After dating for a year and breaking up a few months ago, the idea of sharing his tiny dorm bed felt like a test of endurance. But Soul was the first to snap back, letting out a faint exhale. "Fine by me," he said, pushing himself up off the floor.
You weren't happy about it at all, but there was no way you were going to show it. Shrugging with exaggerated, casual ease, you brushed off your pants. "Yeah, whatever. It's fine."
A few minutes later, the door to Soul’s room clicked shut, cutting off the noise from the rest of the dorm. Soul leaned back against his desk, a playful, quiet chuckle escaping him as he watched you toss your overnight bag onto his chair.
"It's been a while, huh?" Soul pointed out, tilting his head with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, are you still insistence on being the big spoon?"
You shot him a glare, rolling your eyes hard. "Shut up."
Ignoring his smirk, you reached into your bag, pulled out an oversized, faded grey t-shirt, and slid it over your head. Soul’s eyes tracked the movement, zeroing in on the cracked vintage graphic across the chest. A small, knowing grin spread across his face.
"Hey," he said, stepping closer. "That’s my shirt."
"Bullshit," you lied smoothly, pulling the hem down over your shorts. "It's my brother's."
"Your brother doesn't wear oversized vintage tees from Japan," Soul retorted, raising an eyebrow. "You stole that from my closet six months ago."
"Well boohoo, it's mine now," you muttered, marching over to the bed and sliding under the duvet before he could argue further. As soon as you pulled the covers up to your chin, you wrinkled your nose. "Ugh. Why do your sheets smell like seaweed?"
Soul chuckled softly, rounding the bed to climb into his side. "Because someone used to insist on eating dried seaweed snacks in my bed every single night when we were together."
"I did not," you grumbled, though your face flushed slightly. Rather than giving him the satisfaction of another debate, you rolled over onto your side, facing the wall, and shut your eyes tightly.
It took a while for your racing thoughts to settle, but eventually, the quiet rhythm of Soul's breathing behind you lulled you into a deep sleep.
When you opened your eyes the next morning, pale dawn light was peeking through the blinds. You felt unusually warm, your body pressed flushed against someone else's back. Looking down, your jaw dropped—your arm was draped tightly around Soul's waist, your chest pressed flush against his spine, completely hugging him from behind out of pure muscle memory.
Dammit, you cursed quietly to yourself, panicking.
You began to carefully, slowly slide your arm back, trying to retreat to your side of the mattress without waking him. But the moment your hand lifted off his waist, Soul stirred. Before you could pull away completely, he flipped around to face you, his long arms instantly sweeping around your waist and pulling you tight against his chest. Now, he was the one holding you close.
Your body tensed for a brief second, surprised by the sudden shift. But the familiar warmth of his chest and the soft, steady heartbeat beneath your cheek melted the tension straight out of your shoulders. You let out a quiet sigh, relaxing into his embrace.
Above you, Soul kept his eyes closed, a slow, satisfied smile curling his lips as he rested his chin lightly on top of your head.
"Told you," he whispered softly, his voice thick with sleep. "Always the big spoon."
Jongseob
The door to the hotel room swung shut with a quiet, heavy thud, sealing you and Jongseob inside. The getaway had been planned months ago, back when the two of you were still dating, but after a short-lived relationship that ended a few weeks prior, standing in the middle of a plush hotel suite together felt surreal.
Your eyes immediately landed on the center of the room: a giant king-sized bed adorned with crisp white sheets and stacked decorative pillows.
Jongseob set his bag down on the luggage rack and walked over, stopping at the edge of the mattress. He raised an eyebrow, a subtle, amused tilt to his lips as he looked over at you. "You going to be okay with this?"
You shrugged, keeping your face completely neutral as you crossed your arms. "It’s a bed, Jongseob. It won't kill me."
"Fair enough," he chuckled. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head to get ready for sleep, revealing his bare chest.
A sudden, betraying flush crept up your neck. You quickly averted your eyes, clearing your throat. "You want me to turn around or-"
Jongseob let out a soft laugh, placing a hand over his heart in exaggerated dismay. "Oh, please do so," he said sarcastically, eyes wide. "I feel so naked and vulnerable right now."
"Shut up," you grunted, rolling your eyes as you grabbed your pajamas and turned toward your own bag to change.
Out of respect, Jongseob turned his back to you, pulling on a oversized cotton shirt. "So," he casually started, his voice ringing clearly in the quiet room. "I heard a rumor you were dating someone."
You paused mid-adjustment of your pajama bottoms, clearing your throat again to buy a second of time. "I was," you admitted quietly, keeping your back to him. "Briefly. Not anymore, though."
Jongseob turned back around, a small, knowing smile spreading across his face as he tucked his hands into his sweatpant pockets. "Ah," he said, nodding with mock sympathy that didn't hide his amusement at all. "Sorry to hear that."
You let out a soft huff, giving him a flat look before climbing under the heavy duvet. Jongseob slid into his side, and for a moment, the two of you lay there facing each other, the distance between you surprisingly short on the plush mattress.
He raised an eyebrow again, his dark eyes locked onto yours in the dimly lit room. "Feels familiar, doesn't it?"
You groaned out loud, unable to deal with his smug aura for another second. Without a word, you rolled over onto your side, turning your back to him entirely.
From behind you, Jongseob let out a low, satisfied chuckle. "Goodnight," he murmured into the dark.
When you woke up the next morning, pale golden sunlight was streaming through the sheer curtains, filling the room with a warm haze. The air felt calm and quiet, but your breath hitched the exact second your senses fully returned.
You weren't facing the wall anymore. Sometime during the night, you had rolled back toward the center, and now you were lying mere inches from Jongseob. Your noses were almost touching, your shared warmth filling the narrow space between your faces.
Your heart did a sudden, traitorous flip in your chest, beating rapidly against your ribs.
Before you could pull away, Jongseob’s eyelids fluttered open. His dark eyes locked onto yours, completely sharp and aware despite just waking up. A slow, infuriatingly handsome smirk gradually spread across his lips as he took in your frozen expression.
"Good morning," he rasped softly, his morning voice low and smooth.
You let out a long, heavy sigh, staring right into his playful eyes. "I hate you."
Jongseob chuckled softly, a quiet, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate right through the mattress, and gave a slow, amused nod. "I know."
Summary ⟅ When it comes time for you to finally admit your feelings for Peter, you meet a version of him you've never seen before.
Requested: yes
Peter Parker x Reader / ⟣ SMUT / 3.6k ⟢
Warnings: BND peter, no spoilers that aren't in the trailer, light angst if you squint, virgin!peter (is this canon...?), peter is SENSITIVE, some yearning, grinding, dry humping (everyone cheered), dirty talk, peter is losing control, p in v, dacryphilia, nipple sucking, peter cums A LOT, creampie, slight praise, he whines and whimpers a bunch, he overstimulates himself, kinda sub space, I think that's it?
Lily's note — 🪷 well this is clearly not my niche but i got that request and needy peter? you don't have to ask me twice. IF YOU ENJOY PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT LETTING ME KNOW :D
It had taken you a while to break through to Peter. But ever since you bumped into him that first day of moving into your new apartment, there was something about his eyes—something that eerily reflected the pain you'd felt through the past years—that made you want to know him.
He was extremely hesitant at first, understandably so given what you knew now about the whole spiderman and everyone forgetting him thing, but after getting to know you and hearing about the barrage of troubles the universe had thrusted your way, he figured if there was anyone he could trust, it was you.
A year later, not much had changed in your lives. You were still two struggling adults in your twenties just trying to get by on the day-to-day, except now, at least you had each other to cope. At least you were able to find some reprieve and light, though the pain from your lives remained a low hum in the background.
You weren't exactly sure when it began happening—maybe a few months in—but you noticed it randomly one day. Your heart started beating faster around him. Then, he began taking up extra space in your mind until eventually, the thoughts became too loud to ignore.
You chalked the feelings up to all the trauma bonding and hours you’d spent together trying to shut out and disappear from the real world. You tried to ignore the rush of joy you felt when he laughed, or the dizziness of your head whenever you caught a glimpse of him changing out of his suit, until you were drowning in a pool of affection that you weren't sure you could surface from.
There’d been a few times the confession almost slipped from your tongue. The intimate nights sitting out on the fire escape with food and the sound of the city in the distance, or the times where he sat a little too close to you on the couch during movie nights.
But then he’d sigh, his gaze going foggy as he zoned out on some far off point, murmuring, “MJ would have hated this movie,” or “Ned used to love this burger place.”
And just like that the words would die on your tongue. How could you ever compete with the monument of love he carried for his past relationships? No, it was easier to suppress the feelings and toss them atop the mountain of other struggles you carried. You’d learn to manage with the extra weight simple because the alternative—a life absent of his presence—wasn’t something you could fathom.
Then things started changing.
First, he was suddenly busy on your sacred days off, days you would always spend together exploring new restaurants and coffee shops around the city. Then, he started turning you away on his patrol nights, nights where you’d kept him company and even helped patch up the nastier cuts he couldn't reach. Excuse after excuse came and the fear that he’d figured out your feelings twisted your gut with nerves.
It didn't take long for you to come to the conclusion that he was building a wall to preserve the sanctity of his memory with MJ. There could be no other reason for the sudden distance. You tried convincing yourself it was for the best. The perfect solution to help you cope with losing him, because if it wasn’t now, it would be later.
You lasted exactly three days. Three days of radio silence was what it took for you to realize that no, you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t stay away from him. Maybe it was the return to a forgotten loneliness, a deep, screaming void, that had you knocking on his door frantically that night, your fist nearly pounding through the paint-chipped wood.
The door cracked open an inch and before he could get the opportunity to reject you, you pushed your way through, bursting into his apartment with a temper he’d never seen.
“Hey, stranger,” you said with a hint of venom in your voice. You turned to face him, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of his pale, flushed skin, a fine sheen of sweat settled on his temples. His eyes looked unusually dark; you blinked your own a few times to clear them and make sure you weren’t seeing something that wasn’t there.
He said your name through the rasp of his shaky voice. “I-I’m sorry, I’m busy right now… you should go.”
“Like hell I should,” you scoffed, any anxious thoughts replaced by an unwavering surge of protectiveness. “Is this why you’ve been ghosting me? Are you sick or something?”
His face suddenly scrunched up, his hand raising to hold his head as he whimpered in pain. “I’m n-not ghosting you… I just…”
You took a step closer to him, freezing when he flinched back and held out a hand to stop you. Your heart fell to your stomach as you watched his eyes darken further. “Pete, I don’t know what’s going on but, please, let me help you… Stop pushing me away.”
You attempted another careful step forward until he pushed himself back against the wall.
“S-stop, stop! Please just… don’t come closer.”
You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat that had risen, clenching your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. You waited patiently for him to speak, scared that the next words that left him were going to be the ones to shatter your world.
“I,” he paused, breathing in a deep breath before continuing. “I can’t… trust myself to be around you right now.”
Your brows pressed together in confusion. “Why not?”
His eyes bore into the ground as he tried to gather his thoughts over the multitude of senses that surged the moment you approached his door, but everything was fuzzy and melted together until all he could feel was you. Your presence, and it was driving him crazy.
“My systems are detecting an abnormally high heart rate, Peter,” Evie’s robotic voice rang out. “System overload is approaching.”
“Not now, Evie,” Peter choked out.
You shook your head in disbelief. “You can trust me, Peter. Please. Haven’t I proven that to you? After everything?”
“I-It’s not that—”
“Then what?” You approached him despite his protests, not stopping until you were a step away from touching.
His brain nearly short-circuited, any lasting restraint vanishing as he allowed you to fully flood his senses. The shampoo you used this morning, the perfume you’d applied a few hours ago, the fast thump thump of your heart, a beautiful rhythm that drowned out all rational thought to disarm him completely.
“Something is happening to me,” he gasped, the words tearing from his chest. “My arachnid DNA is… it’s evolving. Mutating. Everything is turned up to ten thousand a-and my impulses—” he cut himself off, slamming his head back against the door hard enough to make it rattle on its hinges.
You shook your head, your hands reaching for him again. “If you’re scared you’ll hurt me, you won’t—”
“No!” he spat out desperately. “It’s not that I—I c-can’t—” He was practically shaking now, violent tremors racking his body.
Your heart ached as you watched him. Unable to control yourself, you lifted your hands to cup his flushed cheeks, his skin burning under your palms. “Peter,” you whispered softly, your voice reaching him over the storm raging within.
He stared at you, his pupils dilated so wide, only a thin ring of the soft brown you loved so much was present. Your lips parted with a pant at the hunger displayed in them as you got lost in their depths, a raw need you’d never seen before. “Woah…”
A low, tormented whimper escaped him when your thumbs rubbed along his skin, the sound shooting straight to pool low in your stomach, spreading a heat you scolded yourself for internally. Now was not the time.
“I can’t think straight when you’re near,” he confessed through a strained voice. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I can’t act normal. I can’t pretend like I usually do… not when all I want to do is—”
He groaned, tipping his head back against the door, a final sliver of restrain returning before he crossed the line.
“What, Peter?” you pressed, leaning closer to eliminate the last inch of space between your bodies, your chests brushing. You looked at him with such care, your gaze so gentle and understanding and comforting. “What do you want to do?”
In the split second before he moved you were able to catch the black swallowing the last fragment of brown, followed quickly by the entirety of the whites of his eyes. Then his lips were on yours.
It was all consuming as his mouth moved over yours, desperately kissing as if you were the very air that filled his lungs and it was being threatened away from him.
His hands dug into your sides, fisting your skin to pull you flush against his body until you could feel the taught muscle hidden beneath his shirt. You gasped into his mouth when he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, moaning when he took the opportunity to slide his tongue along yours.
He fell back onto the couch behind him, keeping you close as he continued to devour your lips, whimpering when your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging to pull him back so you could take a breath.
He fought against your grip, his eyes opening to lock onto yours when you pulled harder. Your chest heaved as you stared into the black pools with awe.
“I-I’m sorry,” he managed to say through clenched teeth, barely suppressing the desire to ravage you whole. “I tried to hide my feelings but it's harder like this.”
The smile that graced your lips had his head spinning all over again, his eyes burning as they turned glassy.
“Feelings?” you mumbled, leaning down to ghost your lips over his, the heat in your belly spreading further when he tried to chase them. You curve into him just enough to feel something poking you as he let out another strangled gasp. “You like me, Peter?”
A tear slips down his cheek when you say his name, the sound falling so beautifully from your lips, making his cock pulse harder in his sweatpants. The grip he has on you tightens, subconsciously pressing you down over his throbbing boner.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to ruin what we have, I just… can’t lose you, too.”
Your heart clenches when his voice cracks with agony. You want to scream at him and the world the depths of your feelings for him, how he could never lose you and how the same fear had been tormenting you for weeks. But words felt small, too insufficient. So you showed him by capturing his lips with yours once more.
He met them with relief, his arms wrapping fully around your torso to cage you against him in an attempt to get as close to fusing your bodies together as possible. You arched into him, fully dragging your core against his cock, the friction a sweet torture that had his mouth falling open in a broken moan.
“Please,” he gasped against your cheek.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your lips latching onto the sensitive skin as you rocked your hips faster. You could feel every inch of his cock pressing against your heat, your aching clit pulsating in your soaked panties. His grip on you turned bruising, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he guided your movements to match how much he needed you.
“So g-good… you feel so—mngh—” he whined.
Just then a sharp blaring came from the other side of the room, a sound you recognized as his police scanner. You stilled your movements and removed your head from his neck. Before you could say anything, Peter’s arm flung out. A web whipped through the air and a second later it connected with the phone, striking it hard enough for a loud crack to sound out, silencing the alarm.
His black eyes shot back to find your surprised ones. He’d never, ever, ignored the call. But tonight he didn’t care. Tonight, all he wanted was you.
You could practically see the possession in his eyes as he stood up, holding you against him. Seconds later, your back met the soft mattress of his bed as he laid you down, quickly pressing himself back between your legs, his mouth finding your neck, kissing and nipping a trail of fire. Your mind, however, was still trying to comprehend what you’d just seen.
He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands beside your head, his hips rutting shamelessly into you with a pressure that stole your breath. You turned to stare at his wrist, bare of the bulky web shooters.
“Peter,” you panted, arching into his thrust. “How did you… the web?”
His lips trailed up your cheek, messily kissing over your lips with a desperate fervor.
“Arachnid DNA,” is all he mumbled.
“O-Oh.. cool,” you managed to say before he swallowed the word with his tongue.
He parted to sit back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his sweat slicked torso. Your mouth went dry when he pulled down his sweats and underwear in one go, kicking them off the rest of the way.
Your gaze dropped, a heady moan slipping at the sight of his thick cock flushed a deep red as it pulsed against his stomach, streams of precum dripping down the sides.
He climbed back over you, pressing his cock into your clothed heat to resume his rutting, panting little sounds of pleasure into your ear.
“Mnmh—ah! I can—fuck… I can feel how warm you are, can smell you." His hands slipped beneath your shirt, running up until they grazed the soft skin of your breasts.
Something new in him snapped when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. He started snapping his hips harder into you until your body was climbing up the bed. “I’m sorry—oh god… fuck, I’m so sorry—I can't stop—”
“It’s okay, Peter.”
“No,” he pleaded, his lips brushing your throat. “I can’t hold back anymore. Fuck—I need you to tell me—”
“I’m here for you, Peter,” you whispered, cupping his face to force his dazed eyes back to yours. His lids were blotchy with tears, his lips red and kiss-swollen. You could see the struggle in them, the fight against his depraved thoughts to make sure you were okay with this. It only made you want him more. “Use me.”
Any remaining tension in his face melted. His brows relaxed, the cute crinkles by his eyes smoothing over at your permission.
He shoved your shirt over your head, moaning at the sight of your chest, your nipples peaked and begging for his touch. He captured one in his mouth, laving it with his tongue before sucking hard. His other hand rolled the other between his fingers, flicking and pinching the sensitive bud, drawing out high pitched cries from your lips.
“Mmm, so pretty, taste so sweet.”
His free hand fumbled with your pants in an attempt to push them down, a frustrated, almost animalistic groan escaping him when they caught on your hips. He gave a small tug and tore the fabric away from your body, discarding it without a second thought.
“Hey!” you yelped, the protest dying when he pressed the hot head of his cock through your sodden folds, rubbing it through the slick mess.
The slick sounds of your wet heat were enough to make his consciousness slip as he failed to suppress a sob.
He could hear every microscopic hitch of your breath in his heightened ears, every pulse at your clit against his shaft a divine torment, the rush of your blood beneath your skin. You watched, enamored, as his eyes fluttered weakly when his tip caught at your hole, and then he was pushing in.
“O-Oh fuu—” his eyes fluttered as your tight cunt clenched around the invasion.
“I’m sorry, so sorry—so tight, fuck, ‘M sorry—” he apologized in a continuous stream as he sank in, forcing himself deeper until he was fully bottomed out. Tears slipped from his eyes, cascading down his flushed cheeks, your walls clamping down to draw out more small cries from him, basking in the sight.
You sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch. It had been a while for you and Peter was so thick. You could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your velvety walls as his hips met yours.
Before you could fully adjust and let the sting subside, he was pulling out and driving back into you with a punctured breath, stealing the air from your lungs. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back, biting your lip to suppress a yelp as he set a brutal pace, each thrust burying him just as deep.
The head of his cock kissed your cervix with an overwhelming, euphoric pressure.
“Cunt feels so fucking good, squeezing me so tight.”
The pain began to fade, replaced by a pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, locking your ankles, pushing him deeper inside you. “'M so full, Peter.”
He collapsed onto you, his lips leaving wet, sloppy kisses wherever he could reach as he fucked you mercilessly, his cock pistoning in and out of you.
The pressure in your belly snuck up on you, building and coiling tight like a live wire trapped beneath your skin.
“P-Peter—!” you cried out, your cunt fluttering around his cock. You bowed off the bed, your back arching as he fucked the orgasm out of you, wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy flowing through your nerves.
The foreign scent of your cum invaded his senses, something he could only describe as overwhelmingly you and all-consuming, causing his eyes to screw shut with a sob.
The violent constrictions of your walls around his cock only edged him on further. He fucked you through your climax with ragged, desperate bucks, his movements dissolving into a frenzy, the filthy sounds of wet skin slapping together filling the room.
You latched onto his wrists beside your head, feeling an intense heat radiating from the hypersensitive skin over his organic webbing. Before you were even aware of your actions, your head was turning, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his wrist.
Words were beyond him as your touch reduced him to incoherent, whimpering babbles. “Feels… s’good—mphm. C-Can’t… ‘M yours… all yours—”
His thrusts turned erratic, his gut tightening as he rested his forehead on your chest, nuzzling into your skin in an attempt to sink into you, to become one.
"It h- it hurts—can't stop... 'M sorry—"
You could feel his cock swelling inside you, his thrust faltering to shallow, uncoordinated thrusts. A sob wretched from him, wanton and broken, hot tears spilling from his clenched eyes, dripping onto your skin.
"Come for me, Peter."
He sank all the way in one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as his body tensed.
Then his mind blanked.
His vision went black, speckled with stars. With a guttural cry, he came, his release a torrent, spilling deep into your cunt in thick, hot pulsing waves. He whined into your chest, his body spasming through each powerful jet.
You panted through each hard twitch of his cock, overwhelmed with the sheer volume of cum as he continued to fill you, the sensation so intense you struggled to catch your breath. It just kept going as he shook above you, his cum leaking out around the base of his cock still stuffed deep inside you.
He stayed there as your cunt milked every drop, creating a home for himself, content with living inside you for as long as you'd let him.
You carded a hand through his hair as tremors continued to wrack his oversensitive body. “Shh, you’re okay,” you whispered into his ear, your voice hoarse. “You did so good.”
He went boneless above you, a dead, spent weight. Eventually, his softened cock slipped from your used cunt, followed by a stream of his release dripping down to soak the sheets as you whimpered through it all.
A few moments later, the silence in the room was broken by Evie’s voice. “Heart rate regulated. Vitals have returned to baseline levels.”
It seemed to bring Peter back to earth. He lifted his head from your chest with a groggy moan, blinking blearily down at you. His eyes were back to their normal, warm brown, the black reduced to his pupils, though still glazed with wonder.
You guided him to his back, leaning over to wipe the tears from his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
He sniffled, fresh tears welling in his bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “I didn’t… I didn’t want it to happen like that. I wanted to be… better for you.”
You shushed him gently, kissing his cheek. “We’re okay.”
“I’m sorry,” he insisted, the vulnerability clear in his tone. “I am.”
You shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips. “Then never ignore me like that again.”
He sniffled with a nod, his lips squirking up into that boyish smile that made your heart ache. “Okay.”
“Do you feel better?” you asked, your hands smoothing down his chest.
He nodded, a dark blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. “I didn’t know I could feel that good,” he admitted with awe.
“Has it been a while for you, too?”
He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking away for a second before meeting yours again anxiously. ‘I’ve never, um…” he took a shaky, deep breath. “That was my uh, first time.”
Your hands froze on his chest. “What?”
He winced. “I told you I couldn’t control myself.”
You laughed at the surprising confession, leaning down to brush your nose against his. “Well, at least it was memorable.”
He smiled, all shy and genuine and so Peter-like, you couldn’t resist kissing him, tender and slow. Your hand continued rubbing, your thumb brushing over a nipple, circle it to a peak when he whimpered, his whole body jolting back away at your touch.
“Tsk, so sensitive.” Your hand trailed lower, grazing over the dips of muscle to rest just above where his cock was stirring back to life. “So how easy is it for that side of you to come out?”
His breath caught as your finger dug into the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. When you flicked your eyes back up to his, you saw it again.
The inky blackness had started to expand, swallowing the warm brown, once again drawn out by you.
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ᯓ HWANG INTAK’S GUIDE ON HOW TO FUCK UP TWO SITUATIONSHIPS — intak & theo (18+)
℘ — intak (인탁) x reader x theo (테오) ▸ ⌜ 13k ⌟
synopsis ▸ when intak stumbles across a situation where he needs a girlfriend, he becomes desperate enough to beg you to be his, even if it’s not real. when you relent, and intak introduces you to his friends as his girl, taeyang, his on the low ‘casual’ hookup, is not at all pleased. simply put, intak finds himself in a horrifically messy situation of his own making. and he has no idea what to do, not when his heart is falling into two very, very dangerous places. but it’s nothing that a group intervention can’t fix… right?
δ — nsfw (mdni), college au, smut, fake relationship, fwb, piwon ensemble, some angst, f/m/m, m/m, intak is a hot mess, hookups, thetak arrangement lowkey toxic, emotionally unattached tae, emotionally unattached reader, emotionally attached intak, threesome, dom!taeyang, sub!intak, switch!reader, cheating (not really because none of them are together for real), everyone’s in love with intak but intak is stupid, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex, degradation, tag teaming intak, they lowkey compete while fucking intak, they argue while they fuck, intak cries a lot, did i mention intak is a hot mess?
requested ▸ @mellownorth (once again hi ty for constantly supplying me with delicious ideas <3 thru a PRESENTATION this time no less… she deserves an applause guys truly)
ᯓ an — a fic involving… not jiung?? GASP jokes aside this has been in the works for so long sorry for stringing yall along I went through a pretty big slump during this 😭😭 but it’s done now and I think the wait might have been worth it idk tho lmk thanks enjoyyy
Hwang Intak is not one for situationships.
One, because he’s a hopeless romantic. Two, because he doesn’t have a nonchalant bone in his body and will fall headfirst and bring you down right with him. And three, he just wants love—needs it like he needs air.
So, he is not the type of person who does situationships.
That is, until he meets Choi Taeyang, who may or may not have been his bi awakening, who may or may not have opened his eyes to the wonders of what it means to be casual, because Choi Taeyang is nothing if not avoidant and very chalant.
All it took was one kiss in some shadowed corner of a party he didn’t even remember going to, and Intak was instantly hooked.
But Taeyang had made it clear he wanted nothing more, and sure, Intak could do nothing more if it meant he could kiss those plush lips and get that dreamy face under him while he turns him into a mess with a few calculated words.
And ever since that fateful night a year ago, Intak has trained himself well. He doesn’t let himself linger around Taeyang when they’re hanging out with their mutual friends, and he doesn’t kiss him outside of their trysts.
This is the very problem. Sneaking around with Taeyang has left him otherwise single, and his singleness has become a topic of conversation for his family. Specifically, his halmeoni.
When she tells him about the girl from his old small town that she has ready for him to marry when it’s time, Intak nearly drops his noodles.
The thought of him being arranged with some girl he doesn’t know one bit has him nearly in shambles, rattles him so much that he barely gets sleep. He could just say no, that he doesn’t like that idea, but whether his parents and his halmeoni even listen to him is not up to him. And also, no isn’t exactly in his vocabulary.
He needs a girlfriend. Soon. He could ask out that girl from his orgo class, she’s cute but she’s way too smart and she’ll eventually realize how stupid he is and it’ll break off before it can be anything solid enough for—
“Hey.”
Intak snaps out of his mental spiral, pulled by the gruff voice against his ear, low and muddled with heavy breaths.
“Where are you?” Taeyang asks him, before pulling his earlobe between his plush, kiss slicked lips.
A ragged breath leaves him as the pressure between his hips grows firmer, and he grinds down against Taeyang’s thigh to chase the heat.
“S-Sorry,” Intak mumbles, head thunking back against the brick wall as Taeyang starts to trail wet kisses down the expanse of his neck. “Got lost in my—ah—h-head for a bit…”
Taeyang laves his tongue over the fresh mark blooming at the base of Intak’s neck, lifting up to raise a brow. “No kidding,” he says, then pauses.
Intak thinks he sees a flicker of curiosity flit through his gaze, but like always, Taeyang doesn’t pry. Like always, he offers an out.
“Wanna get out of it?” He asks with a sly, scary little grin that makes Intak’s heart flutter and his cock jump.
And like always, Intak accepts, nevermind that they’re outside in the open. Sure, they’re hidden behind a tucked away crevice of the school building, but it’s not hidden enough for people to not accidentally stumble by.
But it’s exciting. With Taeyang, scary things are exciting. Anything is exciting. Taeyang is…
“Yeah,” Intak breathes, but Taeyang is already shoving him down to his knees and unzipping his jeans.
Intak’s knees hurt, and his throat burns as he makes his way to orgo after, but he soldiers on. At least his brain is turned off now, void of anything but Taeyang’s name, and Taeyang’s taste, and Taeyang’s voice, and Taeyang’s—
“Dude,” you say, for the fourth time now. It takes an elbow to his chest and a snap in his face for him to jump back into his body and in the present. “You good?”
Intak blinks, whipping to turn and face you where you’re sat at the desk beside him.
“Huh?” He says, honks, more like, because his voice is pretty fucked now. He cringes as your brows furrow.
“You good? You look like you just got mauled.”
He blinks at you again, unsure how to tell you that’s correct without incriminating himself.
“Bad sleep,” is what he intelligently settles on.
You raise a judgmental brow at him, and he’s not sure how to explain why his tummy does a flip.
And he’s not sure how to excuse the fact that he outright blushes when you reach over to start smoothing down his manic hair.
“Go out with me,” he blurts out.
You retract into your seat, a bewildered look on your face. “Um, what?”
Intak backtracks, and then backtracks again, leaning forward with his hands on the edge of the desk. His chair threatens to tip over, but he barrels right on.
“My grandma’s trying to marry me off,” he says, scrambles basically, and nothing about what he’s saying is helping that look on your face. “I need her to see that I have a girlfriend!”
“Okay,” you start, then reach over to shove him back down on his chair, giving apologetic (and embarrassed) little smiles to the eyes he’s attracting from the crowded hall. “So get a girlfriend.”
He makes a desperate noise. “That’s what I’m asking you!”
“Can you quiet down?” You hiss, fixing him with a sharp look.
He immediately shuts up, turtling into himself a little.
You let out a long suffering sigh, turning to face the front of the room as the professor settles at the head.
“We’ll talk about this later,” you mumble, and Intak isn’t so sure why you look so dejected.
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Later happens to be three seconds after the class ends, because Intak can’t really hold himself back, and he’s never been one for patience, so you shouldn’t be so surprised.
You try to escape him, but Intak just trails after you as you hurry out of the class.
“I don’t really understand what it is you’re asking of me,” you say over your shoulder, dodging and weaving your way through the crowd, because fuck if Intak keeps bumping into people.
He does, several times, but he’s used to dirty looks from strangers.
“Just pretend to be my girlfriend,” he says when he manages to finally catch up to you, a little out of breath.
When you simply keep walking, Intak leaps forward to take your elbow and pull you back to him.
You go crashing into his chest, immediately stumbling back to put distance. Intak frowns as you pull away and dust yourself of him, but at least you’re not running away.
“What happens when we eventually break up? Won’t your grandma just ask you to marry that girl anyway?”
“I haven’t really thought that far, ah—are you blushing?”
You blink up at him, staring at him with a blank look for a moment. “It’s hot out here.”
“Oh,” he says. “Okay. So is that a yes?”
You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself as you avert your gaze to the bulletin board to your right, his left.
Intak stands there as you worry your lip. A moment has never felt so grand, and he has to rub his palm over his chest to soothe his racing heart. He’s so nervous. Why are you taking so long to answer? Is it so bad to date him? Pretend it even? You’ve been his friend for a few years now, surely you love him to some extent so why would it be so hard to just—
“Fine,” you sigh, and it’s the best ‘fine’ he’s heard maybe in his life.
He practically leaps, moving to throw himself on you for a hug but you immediately stop him with a hand to his chest.
The touch burns him through his cotton shirt.
“Wait,” you snap, glaring at him, and he immediately withers with a sheepish smile. “Ground rules. There has to be some boundaries to this so we don’t get… confused…”
Intak blinks, his head tilting in confusion. “Confused? About what?”
Your cheeks turn even redder. Did it get hotter here? Intak thinks it’s pretty chilly actually. He almost reaches over to take your zip up off your body but then quickly tells himself that’s an incredibly stupid idea.
“Just—we need boundaries!”
“Ah,” he says, nods. Boundaries. He understands those. “Okay.” Then he pauses, realizes the time. “I have to get to econ though. Talk later?”
“Oh, sure, that’s fine.”
He grins at you and ruffles your hair because he knows you hate that. Just before he turns to leave, he quickly says, “Oh, let’s not tell our friends it’s fake.”
Before you can yell at him, whether that be for the hair ruffle or for this new piece of information he’s so graciously dropped on you, he kisses you on the cheek.
“See you later, babe!” He calls, whirling to run away before you rain thunder on him, completely unaware of the turmoil he’s just left behind.
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Hwang Intak is not one for thinking.
One, his friends are pretty sure he has some form of attention deficit disorder that keeps his brain from being able to focus on one thing for more than two seconds. Two, his brain to mouth filter has been broken since, well, birth, and three, that filter was never really a filter, just a huge blaring light that sometimes turns red but he might be colourblind because his reds sometime look like green and he’s not sure how to discern them so why bother trying.
So, he doesn’t really think about the repercussions or consequences when he introduces you to his group of friends as his girlfriend.
Keeho immediately sinks his conniving claws into the situation though, rising from his chair in the study room they book on Thursday nights.
“Woah, is that–”
Intak immediately cuts him off with a yelp of your name, very untrusting of whatever nonsense might spew out of his friend. “My girlfriend.”
The effect is… confusing?
You stand awkwardly at his side as his friends gape at the both of you. Intak can sense you squirming and itching to get away, so he takes hold of your sleeve and pulls you closer into his side. He goes rigid when the heat of your body presses into him, like it's seeping into his bones and holding him down.
Jiung is the first to speak up. “He’s not holding you hostage, is he?”
Intak bristles, looking to his left to see you already watching him with a knowing, almost glittery look in your eyes. He pleads you with his own that you don’t take the bait, and he nearly bites his tongue clean off when you smile and lean into him.
“At first,” you tease, and Intak’s heart damn near stops when you rest your chin on his shoulder and look up at him with round, starry eyes. “But he wore me down. He’s charming like that.”
He hears an aw from Shota and an ew from Jongseob, but he can’t hear past that from the steam he’s sure is billowing out of his ears.
He tries to flirt back with the clear opening you’ve just given him, but all he can do is stare and make an unintelligent uhhh.
There’s a scoff from the corner of the room that breaks him out of his reverie, all too familiar.
Taeyang is sitting at the far end of the table, leaned back with his laptop in hand, watching the scene unfold with vague disinterest. Heavy on vague.
“He’s a lot to handle,” Taeyang states, the slant of his lips taking on a dangerous tilt. Intak’s stomach drops at what insinuations those words might hold if one reads too far into them. “Sure you can handle it?”
He’s not entirely sure, but he feels you go tense beside him. “I’m fine,” you say quickly, a frown marring your lips. Intak finds himself desperate to wipe it off of you. “Don’t worry about me.”
And then you take his hand in yours and Intak fully forgets whatever it is he was worried about.
Maybe he should have been worried, then he’d see the way Taeyang had looked at your intertwined hands and muttered to himself, “We’ll see.”
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Inviting you to Jackson’s party so early in your “relationship” might not have been the brightest move. The movies would have been a better first date, but then again, you’re not really dating, are you?
Intak has to remind himself of that as he weaves his way through the crowds in search of you, his chest doing a funny thing the longer you evade him.
When he finally sees you outside the window, standing out in the balcony, he sighs in relief and nearly trips over himself as he reroutes, but a hand wraps around his arm and pulls him into a chest. A sturdy one.
Taeyang’s sturdy chest.
Intak blinks up at Taeyang’s languid smile, shuddering as the older boy’s hand drags down to wrap around the bare skin of Intak’s wrist.
“Hey,” he says, and Intak can smell the beer on his breath already as he leans into his space. “Been lookin’ for you.”
Right. A drunk Taeyang is a horny Taeyang. But then Intak looks over his shoulders to see your figure through the window, arms wrapped around your shivering frame.
“Can’t,” he finds himself saying without thought, looking up at Taeyang with an apologetic smile. It immediately falls away at the pinched look on Taeyang’s face, his pretty lips arched down. “Not right now, I’m sorry. Maybe another time?”
He doesn’t wait for a response, because his brain is stuck on the fact that you’re shivering out there all cold and Intak is a lousy fake-boyfriend for letting that happen. Someone might catch on that this whole thing is a sham if they’re observant enough! Or Jiung enough!
He’s tumbling out of the door, ripping off his sweater in the blink of an eye.
“There you are!” He says, apologizes quickly when you startle, then starts to shove the sweater on you. “You disappeared, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you cold?”
You sputter as he pulls the neck of the sweat down your head, face scrunched up. “I guess I am,” you mumble as you tuck your arms into the sleeves, blowing a strand of your disarrayed hair out of your face.
Intak smiles sheepishly, reaching over to brush back the hair in your face. You watch him through your lashes with a look he can’t quite discern, so he quickly pulls away.
“S-Sorry,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck instead.
You mutter a quick, “It’s fine,” before looking down, playing with the ends of the sleeves that are too long for you. The whole sweater is too big for you, and it looks ridiculous enough to make him bite back a smile. “What is it?”
His gaze snaps back up to you. “You look cute.”
Silence. Intak flushes immediately and curses his filterless brain. You simply stare at him.
“...Thanks,” you say after another long moment, and Intak lets out the breath stuck in his chest.
It’s silent again as you both regard the decorative floor of the balcony.
“I take it you’re not having fun,” he finally says. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have dragged—”
“No!”
He blinks, looking up to see you quickly shaking your head.
“No, don’t apologize. I’m, uh, glad, I guess, that you brought me but it’s just… not really my scene.”
“Right,” he sighs. “I didn’t really think it through. I figured it was a good way to get people to see us together, you know, really sell the whole thing but…”
He trails off when he sees your frown deepen with every word that stumbles out of him. He doesn’t understand why he’s suddenly feeling terribly guilty.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He asks, feeling the space in his chest get tighter. “Look, if you really hate this, we can just stop, I promise I won’t be—”
“It’s not that.”
He tilts his head as you look out at the forestry, because Jackson is the type of guy to have a mansion with a forest as his backyard, worrying your lip between your teeth as you gather your words. Hm. Intak could take a few notes from you.
“I’ve never been in a relationship,” you finally say, and Intak takes a step back from the sheer absurdity of it. “So, I don’t really know how to act. I’m not really the best person for this job, sorry you got stuck with me.” The laugh you let out is too forced. He hates it. “But you’re not making me uncomfortable. I just… don’t know what to do.”
“Well,” he starts, then stops and clears his throat at your gaze, trying to do that thing you do where you pause and think first. Nothing really happens in his brain though, before he starts up again. “That’s on me then. For being a lousy boyfriend.”
You frown. “But you’re n—”
“Ah-ah!” His finger is on your lips before he can stop himself. His eyes widen a little, then relax when you don’t immediately bite him, peering up at him instead, waiting. Clearing his throat feels harder than normal. “I’ll be such a good boyfriend that you won’t even remember this whole thing is a sham.”
Your brows furrow, the new pout on your lips smushing behind his finger. It’s really adorable, he finds. “But why the effort?” You muffle.
“Because,” he says, not having enough of a mind to pull his hand away. It stays there, pressed against you, because he kind of likes the warmth of your lips on his skin. “Even if it’s not real, I have to make your first experience of having a boyfriend a good one. Or I’d be a shitty friend.”
You’re not pulling away either, simply staring up at him as he spews his nonsense, and the implications go right over his head as soon as he sees the ghost of a smile on your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love me.”
You bat his hand away, but you’re really smiling now, so he doesn’t even whine about the fake pain. He simply watches you as you lean back over the railing, eyes on the sky as you ask him, “So, why exactly are these parties supposedly legendary? And why are they thrown by a twenty-seven-year old junior?”
Intak grins as he presses himself to the space beside you, shoulder to shoulder, as he jets off on one of his rambles. “You wouldn’t believe how Keeho and I met this guy.”
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Intak has never had a dream girl. But he’s quickly learning that it’s because he’s never met a girl worth dreaming about, not until you.
Fake-dating you has never been easier. Or, well, harder, because now sometimes he wishes it wasn’t just fake.
But on the plus side, pretending comes easier. He actually wants to reach out and take your hand when he’s walking you across campus to drop you off to your class despite his being on the other end.
He wants to take you out to the cafe Jiung works at—not because he gets to give you free things (he would gladly spend his money on you) but because he likes the way your eyes light up whenever he sits down with Choco Chip’s famous hot chocolate in hand.
He wants to pull out the chair for you, brush away that crumb from the corner of your lips, sit there with his chin in his hand as he listens to your ramble about that dickhead professor, walk you home after and drop you off with a kiss on your hand.
The best part? You’re receptive to all of it. Sometimes he thinks himself delusional enough to notice you leaning into a lot of it, but he quickly reminds himself you may bite his head off for insinuating such travesty.
But he might not really mind seeing you that angry with him. He’s always loved that miffed look you get on your face sometimes, all the more when it's directed at him.
The pinch between your brows, the slight downward furl of your lips, the jagged edges of your sharpened gaze—
Fuck.
Intak nearly bristles out of his seat, banging his knee loudly against the leg of his desk in a frantic effort to keep himself upright. It’s loud enough to catch the attention of the students around him, and he shoots them an awkward smile, quickly tugging his sweater down to cover his lap.
He’s fucked, isn’t he?
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Well, he certainly wants to be fucked, but he’s unintentionally been blowing off Taeyang the more his time gets consumed with you, so that’s certainly not going to happen anytime soon. And now these needy nights are spent all on his own.
He lays there in his bed, dick in his hand as he edges himself to a Twitter pov video of a girl riding a guy. A girl who looks… eerily like you. Intak tries to push that thought to the back of his mind. He just stumbled across the video, unintentionally, he’s not a creep!
A choked whimper gets caught in his throat when the girl moans. She even sounds like—
He starts fisting himself quicker, muffling those thoughts and muffling his moans behind bitten lips as he squeezes his eyes shut.
The image of you fills his mind. What you might look like, above him, riding him. With that icy look that he loves, fuck he might actually die.
He twists his hand along his tip, stroking with short, frantic tugs that have his body thrashing closer and close to that imminent high.
His phone slips out of his hand as it climbs up his body and settles around the base of his throat, squeezing down on the sides just like he loves, just like Taeyang always—
His eyes snap open as the image of Taeyang’s figure behind you, hands guiding you over his dick, floods his brain.
White quickly replaces that, and before he knows it he’s spilling over his stomach, his fist flying over himself, a mangled cry of your name and Taeyang’s stuttering from his lips.
Yeah, he’s fucked.
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Intak always had the inkling that Taeyang is somehow a mindreader.
After successfully avoiding both you and Taeyang for the past couple days, his attempts to hide behind his shame go completely out the window when Taeyang corners him in the old band room in the basement, one of the places they frequent for one of their many… trysts.
Intak’s heart climbs up his throat as he’s shoved into the room, then falls to his ass when he hears the door shut behind him.
“So.”
Taeyang’s voice ripples through him, holding his feet anchored to the floor even as Intak feels the heat of his body close in behind him.
“Got yourself a little girlfriend, did you?”
Intak swallows down his words. He’s been getting better with that, with not spewing the first thing that comes to his mind.
He gasps when he feels Taeyang’s hands, warm and sturdy, settle on his hips, the line of heat plastering against his back like a threat.
He squeezes once. “I asked you a question.”
Intak shudders at the low cadence of his voice, battling the whimper climbing up his throat.
“I-I did,” Intak finally squeaks, body bristling as Taeyang starts to walk him forward, slowly inching him to the wall in front of them.
“Hm.” The sound echoes in his brain, rattling around in the space as Taeyang trails his lips against the shell of his ear.
Intak’s chest tightens as Taeyang’s warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin.
“Bullshit.”
Intak’s eyes snap open wide. “W-What do you mean bull—ah!”
He yelps as he’s pushed into the wall, cheek plastered against the cement as Taeyang holds him still with his own body.
“If it was real,” Taeyang starts, one hand sliding forward to settle over the bulge growing embarrassingly fast under Intak’s jeans. He can practically hear the grin in his voice as he continues, “you wouldn’t still be thinking of me.
Intak gasps as Taeyang's hand kneads down, his body jolting as the fire spiking through his body. “I don’t know what you’re—nngh—How did—”
He’s cut off with a short cry as Taeyang flips him, his back pressed heavily into the hard wall.
Taeyang’s eyes are manic, lips pressed into a tight line as he batters Intak down with his gaze alone.
“I know you, Takki,” he says in a voice so deceptively sweet, his hand locking onto Intak’s jaw, thumb digging into his lower lip. Intak parts his mouth like an instinct. “I know you better than anyone.”
Intak nearly moans as Taeyang slides his thumb in to settle on his tongue, fighting the urge with his whole self to close his mouth, chase the salt and suck.
“I know you still want me,” Taeyang continues softly, sliding his finger deeper, just enough to teeter on triggering Intak’s gag reflex. But Taeyang doesn’t push farther, because he knows Intak hates that. He knows Intak.
“‘Aeyang,” Intak whines softly, his eyes clouding already. From lust or from tears, he doesn’t know, doesn’t care.
Taeyang’s expression breaks open. But Intak doesn’t get to see what to, because then Taeyang’s lips are on his, and anything but those lips are far, far from his mind.
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You have never been one for much fanfare.
You’ve always been one for the quiet things in life—the stable, the definite, the comfort.
Until Hwang Intak came bumbling his way into your life, all loud and boisterous and lively and so wildly unstable that, there he was, asking you to be his fake girlfriend.
If you weren’t half in love with him, you would have laughed in his face and handed him over to his hemline so that the proper little wife she had for him could fix him up.
But no, you were selfish, and terribly hopeful that his fake feelings might one day not be so fake anymore. It’s awful and manipulative and it’s been enough to induce sleepless nights and a storm of guilt that’s settled in your chest like a kidney stone for your heart.
You suppose all evil deeds do go punished, because here you are, watching the boy of your dreams submitting to someone else—Choi Taeyang of all people—in a way that you could never be prepared for.
You’ve always known Intak would be needy (gods know you’ve dreamt about it enough times), but to see it be real, like this—hearing him whine under Taeyang’s dominating kiss, seeing him rut against the older boy’s leg, his fists clinging into the back of his sweater like a lifeline.
It’s too much.
You step back, leave the door ajar, and walk away with a charred heart and fire in your veins.
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Choi Taeyang doesn’t do love.
It’s complicated, and messy, and far too much effort.
That doesn’t stop that silly little thing inside his chest aching for it whenever he sees Hwang Intak, the embodiment of everything he doesn’t want in a relationship—complicated, and messy, and too much to handle.
But fuck if he doesn’t crave him. He doesn’t understand it. Just like he doesn’t understand love. Or whatever this feeling is—it’s not love, Taeyang refuses to admit that.
Desire, of course. A want—well, that’s kind of the same thing. A need? No, Taeyang doesn’t need anything. He would never become reliant on something, especially not another person.
But damn it if he’s not possessive. And he doesn’t know what exactly it is about Intak that makes him want to lock him away in his room and never let him go but it’s probably something he should resolve.
Or not. He wouldn’t mind keeping Intak to himself. But with you around now, it’s not faring well for him.
Because even if he knows it's not real, this thing between you and Intak, he knows there's something to it.
And now, seeing you in front of him, he understands why Intak’s head is being turned. You’re pretty in the way that cuts and makes hearts bleed with every sharp look you throw them. In the way that leaves people wanting more with every clipped answer.
The way your eyes slide down the slopes of his face and lingers on his lips, he can tell you’ve come to some sort of similar conclusion of your own.
Intak has options. Neither are bad options at all, and for the first time, Taeyang has competition.
He kind of likes that fluttery feeling in his chest when your sharp eyes focus on his.
“Hello,” he says, low and smooth, and you immediately turn to leave.
“Not in the mood.”
Taeyang follows. If there’s anything he and Intak share, it’s persistence. “I am.”
“Congratulations.”
It’s quiet for a moment as he follows you across the courtyard, smile growing wider the tenser your shoulders get the longer he hovers over you.
Eventually, you sigh and come to a stop, turning but not meeting his gaze. “Just get it over with. Say what you want.”
He shrugs. “I have nothing to say. Seems like there’s some things you wanted to get off your chest though.”
Oh, you’re easy to annoy. Taeyang is going to have a lot of fun with that.
You click your tongue, snarling at him. “I have nothing to say to you.”
You’re turning again, walking to the main entrance. Taeyang continues following.
“Fuck!” You hiss after another moment, whipping around and drawing the attention of passerby’s.
Taeyang can only focus on you and that pretty arch of your lips as you scowl at him.
“Fine. You win,” you say, and your tone is suddenly sad, defeated, not angry. “You can have him. Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Okay, now he’s just confused.
You’re walking again, and all Taeyang can do is stand there and stare at your retreating figure.
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Intak has no idea where things might have gone wrong.
He has done everything a perfect gentleman would do. So why is it that the icy glares you shot him when you sat at your desk isn’t one of endearment and fondness?
You don’t even linger around after class ends, a short window you allow for him to butt into your day, one that he never lets pass without hitting you with a cheesy compliment.
He’d already picked his for the day. Hey, is the sun out today or is that just you?
But he doesn’t even get the first word out as he clambers out of his chair to you before you get up and make straight for the exit.
He leaves behind his bag and all his belongings as he chases after you, calling your name as he weaves through the crowd. But you only walk faster, just out of reach.
Intak sputters and nearly trips when he launches himself forward, latching onto your arm and pulling you back.
You get hauled into his chest and Intak immediately wraps his arms around you to hold you in.
You’re mid yell when your eyes land up on his, and he watches in real time as you freeze over.
Fuck, this is the closest he’s ever been to you. His brain goes a little liquid as his eyes drift down to your lips.
Yours moves down too, but that seems to be the trigger that makes you shove him back.
“Wait!” He cries, grabbing your wrist before you can walk off again. “What’s wrong? What happened, are you upset?”
“No.” You’re not looking at him, just somewhere forward like you’re mapping out your route of escape. “I just have a lot going on today.”
“Well, let me help.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Are you sure?” He tightens his hand just a little, out of desperation, out of need, out of fear that letting you go means more than what he’s prepared for. “I have a lot of time today, I can—”
“Go spend it with Taeyang then.”
Intak’s heart drops, and so does your hand from his grasp. “Huh?”
You’re quiet for a moment, and even the loud murmur of the crowd embers away into nothing as he stands there and waits, praying for… for… well, he doesn’t really know.
“I saw you guys the other day,” you mumble, tucking your arms against your chest. “Look, I’m not upset or anything. It’s not like this is real.”
His heart shrivels when you glance up at him just to immediately look away like you can’t even stomach that.
“You can do what you want. I just wish you’d given me a heads up.”
Intak’s hands twitch uselessly at his sides. His brain can’t muster what might be the correct answer for this, if any.
“So, we’re,” he clears his throat when his voice cracks. “We’re good?”
“Yeah,” you say with a small smile before you hike your bag higher on your shoulder and turn to leave. “We’re good.”
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Intak was never built for situationships.
So the fact that he somehow gets himself into two is the universe’s ironic way of calling his entire existence a comedy.
But despite his emotional inability to juggle more than one thing at once, things have been moving smoothly.
And despite his initial beliefs, you have been surprisingly easy to get along with after it all. He thought maybe you might have been jealous, but that would’ve been ridiculous since you don’t actually like him (Intak ignores that he hates this fact).
But you’ve been reciprocating. Doing romantic things for him, like smoothing down his hair, wiping food off his lips, showing up when his classes end with a cup of his favourite mocha.
You even kissed him on the cheek once. Well, it was during one of his study sessions with his friends when you’d dropped by with pizza for everyone (which very easily won over his friends) so of course it was to sell the act, but Intak felt like he’d won everything.
Even when Taeyang had taken him to his apartment that night and effectively melted him into the sheets, he still couldn’t forget the ghost of your lips against his skin.
And even Taeyang had upped his game, or had just gotten really clingy—opting to take up whatever free time Intak had. Not that he was complaining, but Taeyang would even go so far as to refuse to leave even when you showed up.
Those times were always… something. Something that he couldn’t quite understand, because clearly there was some tension, but Intak had no idea why.
He just hopes it would be bearable for just one night on his birthday, when he’d called all his friends and their friends over. And it was, until it came to the gifts.
Intak sits there on the floor, you on his left, Taeyang on his right, and a brand new fedora in his hands. It’s black, sleek, a classic that has his eyes practically sparkling as he looks up at you.
You scrunch your nose, a little abashed at the struck expression on his face. “Don’t know why you like those so much. They’re dorky.”
Intak only preens, putting the hat on and flashing you with a beaming smile. “But I look cute in them, don’t I?”
You smack the lip of the hat down to obscure his face a little, but the smile on your face makes his heart sing. “I guess.”
He leans in before he can stop himself, brushing his lips against your cheek as he whispers, “Thank you.”
Jongseob makes a gagging noise in the background that Jiung immediately scolds.
But all you can hear is the scoff that leaves Taeyang. Thankfully Intak is too distracted by the brand new addition to his collection, getting up immediately to put it away.
You look over at the unobstructed view of Taeyang now that Intak has gotten up, staring at the limited edition hoodie from a brand Intak likes laid on the floor.
“Aw,” you coo, quiet enough for only Taeyang to hear. “He didn’t kiss you for your gift.”
He looks up at you with a half smile that’s really just his way of glaring. “Don’t get an ego. Yours was easy. I got one for him last year.” He bends forward just a little, eyes sparkling as he looks up at you through his lashes. “Are you forgetting already that I was here first?”
Your smile sours, leaning back against the cushions of the couch.
“First maybe,” you hum. “We’ll see who makes it out by the end of it.”
“With what?” He scoffs. “You think you and your little scam hold a candle to history?”
You raise a brow at him. “History? Of what? Dark corners and sneaking around? You think Intak will settle for that?”
Taeyang’s lips curl into a snarl. He opens his mouth but gets cut off when Intak’s shadow hovers over you.
He has a little pout on his lips when you look up at him.
“Not today,” he says in a tiny voice. “Please?”
You stand before Taeyang can, taking his hands in yours. “Sorry, Takki.” You grin when his eyes immediately light up. “Let’s dance?”
It’s a blur after that. Keeho takes over the aux, everyone migrates to the open space in the living room, Shota picks Jongseob up and twirls him around until he threatens to puke, and Taeyang corners himself in the kitchen as you herald Intak to a spot that’s visible to him.
It’s not just for show as you throw your arms around Intak and press yourself in close. It’s to feel him against you just as much as it is to see that scowl on Taeyang’s lips. It’s to breathe in his scent just as much as it is to see Taeyang’s hand tighten around his beer, veins webbing out under the pressure. It’s to have his eyes on you and you only just as much as it is to have Taeyang's.
“This is new,” Intak murmurs to you under the thud of the bass.
You lock your elbows at the back of his neck, smiling up at him. “It’s your birthday.”
He pouts. “So that kiss was just for my birthday? No other reason.”
“Do you want it to be for other reasons?”
Intak blushes down his neck and goes to drop his head on your shoulder, but you catch him with a hand to his jaw.
Your heart pounds as his gaze rests on yours, timid and wanting.
“Intak…” You start, sliding your hand down the expanse of his neck. He shudders under your palm, the pulse of his skin thrumming rapidly. “Do you want to—”
“Man!” Jackson appears at your left, lunging onto Intak and practically yanking him away. “You can kiss your little girlfriend later, come take some shots!”
You watch, helpless, as Intak is pulled away into the masses.
Your eyes catch Taeyang from the other side of the room, smirking over the lip of his beer as he throws it back.
You scowl at him.
He winks at you.
The night escapes you in a blur of loud music, loud voices, and too much celebration. Intak is a little drunk and too caught up with his friends—but he seems happy. You don’t want to disrupt it, so you tuck yourself away on the secluded balcony.
You’re not sure how far it is into the night when you hear the door sliding open behind you.
“Having fun?” You ask, assuming it’s Intak.
Taeyang appears at your side instead, leaning against the railing not far beside you.
“Plenty,” he quips sarcastically.
You sigh. “Can’t go an hour without finding some way to bother me, can you?”
“I could say the same about you.”
“You are the one who came out here.”
“I couldn’t leave my brand new friend all alone out here.”
You turn to him with a glower. “I am not your friend.”
“Yeah?” He grins, tilting his head at you. The wind brushes his dark hair into his eyes. It bothers you that he doesn’t move to push the strands away, like he knows it’s attractive enough to throw you off. “What are we then? Nemeses?”
You click your tongue, turning back to the dark sky. “We’re nothing.”
But Taeyang’s eyes don’t leave you. They burn into the side of your face.
Then you hear him laugh under his breath.
“What?” You grumble.
“You say I’m the one bothering you,” he muses, folding his arms over the railing, finally freeing you from the weight of his gaze. “But you have no idea how much you bother me even when you’re not around.”
You frown. Once again, his riddled way of talking starts to prickle at your skin. “What are you talking about?”
“He never shuts up about you.”
Confused, you turn to him with furrowed brows.
He meets your eye with a look you can’t quite dissect, something empty and listless. “I know too much about the way your eyes sparkle when you glare at him.”
You feel that familiar pounding in your chest pick up, the one that only Intak has been able to induce in you. “What are you talking about?”
His eyes drift down your face, resting somewhere on your lips. “There’s that frown,” he scoffs a laugh that fades quickly, like it’s bewitched out of him. “The one that drives him insane apparently.”
Your pounding heart starts to climb up your throat now. “Taeyang.” You step forward. “I don’t know what game this is but I—“
“That scold too,” he cuts in, grinning now. He mirrors your step, and even through the breeze you can feel the heat of his body closing in. “He’s right, it does kind of make you want to drop to your knees.”
Your face burns now. “What—“
“Annoying, right?” His smile is more of a scowl now. “Now you know how I feel. It’s never ending.”
Something in you snaps.
You step forward again, shoving at his shoulder but he stands still, nearly pressed against you now. But you don’t back down.
“What, you think he doesn’t talk about you all the time too?” You sneer at him, revelling in the way his lips give a minuscule twitch down. “I didn’t think you were that pitiful. He mentions you at least five times whenever we’re together.”
His brows climb up behind his bangs. “Oh? Does he talk about how pretty I—“
“Fuck off!” You snap, loud enough that he glances towards the door to see if you’d caught anyone’s attention.
You don’t care enough to check for yourself.
“Yeah, I fucking know what you look like, Tae,” you drag out his name is that sickeningly adoring way Intak says it. “I’m sick of hearing about it. I’m sick of seeing it!”
“So you agree? I’m pretty?”
You raise your hand to punch him, but he grabs your fist and yanks you into his chest.
He’s right there. So close that your breaths tangle as one, so close that you can see those light flecks in his eyes that Intak has mused about, that you can see those freckles dusted artfully over his arched nose.
So close that you can practically feel the plush of those soft, enticing lips on yours.
So close that you give in.
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Intak can’t find you anywhere. Or Taeyang. He frowns, fully convinced that both of you had left with the crowd.
He pouts to himself. So no birthday kiss then.
He floats through his apartment, a little floaty and buzzed from the alcohol slowly fading through his system, picking up bits and pieces of trash that he can, but he’s already given up on cleaning. He’ll deal with it tomorrow.
But then he sees the shadow of a figure from the balcony at the end of the hall, and he reroutes.
“Hey,” he calls as he approaches the door. “Everyone left, can you…”
Oh. It’s not just one person.
It’s two people making out. He’s about to turn to give them some privacy, until his eyes adjust from the blur and suddenly he’s fully sober.
Taeyang is practically devouring you whole with a hand in your hair to hold you still, the other gripping your ass to grind your body against him. But it’s not the usual dominance that Intak is used to seeing on him, no, it’s a fight for control.
Because you don’t give it up easily, meeting his searing kiss with your own biting teeth and clawing hands in his chest, your leg pressing between his legs to draw out a moan Intak isn’t sure he’s heard from Taeyang before.
All Intak can do is stand there and watch. He doesn’t know what to make of this, of you making out with Taeyang (if he can even call this that), of Taeyang making out with you. All he knows is that he’s a second away from his brain short circuiting.
“What?” He says.
The way you jump back and push Taeyang into the concrete behind him would be comical if he weren’t on the verge of tears.
“Intak,” you heave, turning to him with wide eyes. “Okay, that looks bad, that’s not what it looks like—“
“Do you two like each other?” Intak feels pathetic asking this, but he needs to know if he’s so screwed up that the two people he loves love each other and not him.
“No!”
It’s from both you and Taeyang, and both you and Taeyang start immediately closing in on him.
Taeyang reaches him first, grabbing him by the waist and pushing him into the warmth of his apartment.
“Intak,” he pleads—Intak doesn’t remember the last time Taeyang has begged for anything—and takes his jaw to tilt his gaze up to him. “Fuck, I know I never say it but I only ever want you that way. You have to know that, don’t you?”
Intak’s heart swells at the sweet words. He’s never heard him so soft.
“Takki.”
He turns his head to you as you plaster yourself to his other side, wrapping your hands around his bicep.
“I know I’ve been confusing with my feelings but it’s only because I didn’t know how you feel but, fuck, I don’t care anymore.” You’re rambling, eyes wide and begging and frantic as they flit between his own. “I want you. Okay? Just you. I know I’m not crazy, I know you want me too.”
He does. Fuck, he wants you so bad.
Taeyang’s hand tugs Intak’s attention back to him, but Taeyang is glaring at you even as he speaks to him. “What we have is real, at least,” he says, then turns to look down at Intak, gaze softening, his thumb brushing his lip. “Isn’t that right?”
“Would you call sneaking around real?” You sneer from the other side, and Taeyang’s hand takes on a possessive grip on Intak.
“More real than whatever the hell you have going on,” Taeyang snaps back.
Intak can’t take this anymore. His chest feels tight and his eyes are stinging.
“At least I’m not using him for my own—“
“Stop!” He cries, pushing you both off of him.
The alarm on your faces is matching too. He can’t believe he didn’t realize it sooner, how similar you both are. It makes him feel even more on the verge of crashing down.
“I can’t do this,” he breathes, and he hears the way his voice shakes with emotion. He doesn’t care enough to stop his tears from welling.
“Hey, Tak…” Taeyang starts, reaching for his cheek. Intak doesn’t pull away, not even as you take his hand in yours.
“Please don’t do this right now,” he sobs, welled with too much emotion he’s been neglecting that’s spilling out at once now.
Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest as you watch Intak cry. You’re not even mad as Taeyang shushes him and wipes away his tears—okay, you are a little. You’d rather it be you, but now is not the time.
“I love you both,” Intak sniffles, lowering his head, fists clenching at his sides. “I-I can’t… Please…”
You want to scream and jump with joy and rub it in Taeyang’s face. But you’re not exactly given an upper hand.
You can see the same turmoil in Taeyang when he glances at you before settling fully on Intak.
“Okay,” he says quietly, cupping both of Intak’s cheeks. Something quells inside you when you see the way he handles Intak with such tenderness. “Okay. We’re sorry, okay?”
He tucks his forehead against Intak’s, gently nudging his gaze up.
Intak blinks his eyes clear and looks up, lips still wobbling as he tries to settle himself.
His lip juts out in an adorable little pout. One that even Taeyang isn’t immune to it seems, because he leans in to kiss it away.
They meld well together. You know this. You saw it that first time you walked in on them. You see it now as Intak immediately melts into Taeyang, letting the older boy set him against the wall behind him as he kisses away his woes.
It’s a kind of pain you don’t know what to do with. Would you ever be that good with him?
When Taeyang pulls away, your breath nearly catches with the reverence that Intak looks up at him with.
And then he’s looking at you, and you feel frozen where you stand.
He makes a tiny noise at the back of his throat, unintelligible and nearly silent. But Taeyang seems to understand him.
He looks at you over his shoulder with none of that edge from before. He himself looks tamed, like Intak had settled him just as he’d done for Intak.
The thought is a little head spinning.
Taeyang gives you the faintest of smiles, like he’s watching that understanding in you play out in real time. The nod of his head is minuscule and very missable.
But it’s enough to get you stepping forward.
Intak’s hand bunches into your skirt when you step in, like he’s too scared to make direct contact as his wide eyes search you for something, for some morsel that you understand his need.
It’s a standstill, just waiting for the other to make the move as you stare on.
But then Taeyang, ever the instigator, is whispering in your ear, lips brushing warm air into you.
“Scared?”
Intak’s lips are salty and a little chapped, but they’re eager as they immediately chase yours.
It’s more frantic than you expect, but this is Intak, so you really should have expected.
He makes a noise into your mouth, high and needy, when you deepen the kiss. His head thuds against the wall as it falls back when you press in, but he only seeks you out when you try to pull away.
You let him kiss you again, let him dig his hand in your hair and pull you back in.
You let him kiss you silly until you're breathless and dizzy, until Taeyang has to physically pry you away from him with an arm around your shoulder and a hand under your jaw.
“Easy, puppy,” Taeyang teases, taking hold of Intak’s jaw with his other hand when he immediately tries to chase you again.
Intak blinks at the touch, the daze in his eye clearing just a bit when he starts to remember himself again.
“You don’t want to smother her already, do you?” Taeyang hums, wiping the spit off of Intak’s swollen lips with his thumb.
Intak whines softly, a pained one that has you on your toes ready to interject, but then Taeyang is pressing his leg between Intak’s hips and grinding it up.
Taeyang clicks his tongue, and you cower a little like he’s scolding you. “Just from a little kissing?”
Your eyes widen, flitting down to where Intak is mindlessly bucking into Taeyang’s thigh.
“Tae’ng,” Intak whines in a tiny voice, blinking his eyes pleadingly.
If it were you, you’d give whatever Intak wanted on the spot with just that look alone. But Taeyang seems to have built up some sort of immunity to it.
“Easy,” Taeyang says, grabbing Intak by the back of his neck and squeezing down. “I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”
When Taeyang looks at you, you’re not sure what to do. You consider running.
“Well?” Taeyang raises a brow.
You have no idea what to say. He rolls his eyes, but he’s not annoyed. Amused, maybe.
“Do you want to learn?” He prods. “In case he chooses you.”
Intak is about to start up again, but Taeyang squeezes down on his neck without even looking and cuts him off.
You don’t know what to do with those words. Or that tumbling feeling inside your stomach.
So you just nod.
Taeyang smiles. “Good.”
Then he’s hauling Intak forward, hand still on his neck as if he were scruffing him, and leading him back to the living room.
You trail after, a tangle of nerves and thrill vining through your blood.
Taeyang sets Intak down on his knees in front of the couch, and Intak goes down willingly. That alone should not affect you as much as it does.
Taeyang sits down on the couch in front of Intak, a little off centre, then beckons you forward to take the empty space beside him.
You stay planted. This could be a trap.
Taeyang reads you, giving you one of those amused little grins. “Come on. He doesn’t bite.”
Intak doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, waiting, like he’s under some trance. What exactly has Taeyang done to him?
You feel out of place suddenly. But you move forward when Taeyang beckons you again with his hand, settling down beside him.
It’s almost dizzying to see Intak like this in front of you, eyes wide and glazed over as he simply sits there and waits for… orders?
You glance at Taeyang, cheeks burning when you realize he’s watching your epiphanies play out on your face.
“It’s a little unbelievable, isn’t it?” He asks you, reaching forward to slide his hand into the side of Intak’s hair.
Intak visibly preens, turning to nuzzle into the touch.
“Yeah,” you breathe, watching the steady rise and fall of Intak’s chest as he watches Taeyang with pure and unbridled trust.
It’s nothing like you’ve seen or experienced before.
“He trusts you,” Taeyang murmurs, like he himself is starstruck by the sight, cradling and caressing Intak’s head. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.”
You swallow the lump that starts to form in your throat.
“It might be hard to believe but it’s not easily earned.” Taeyang is looking at you now, making sure the words get through to you. “Don’t break it.”
You say it easily. “I won’t.”
Like this, watching you talk about him like he’s not there, Intak’s eyes seem to get even more lost. Like his immediate conscience is slipping away and giving full reign to you.
The problem is you don’t know if you can trust yourself with this.
“Good,” Taeyang says, almost solemnly. You’re not sure why. But before you can pry, Taeyang is turning to Intak. “Go on.”
Intak immediately moves to action, reaching for Taeyang’s belt.
But Taeyang stops him, taking his wrists and smiling down at the confused look Intak fixes him with. “Not me,” he says, then looks up at you. “Her.”
A jolt of electricity shoots through you at the prospect. You were only anticipating to watch—you barely had your first kiss with Intak. Now this?
You look up at Taeyang to see him with a question in his eye. One that you find yourself nodding to without much preamble.
So Taeyang gently pushes Intak to you, and Intak immediately follows, shuffling to settle himself in front of your legs.
He stares up at you with the same nervousness that you’re feeling, throat bobbing with a tight swallow as he places his warm hands on the skin of your knees.
“C-Can I?”
You can’t find the words. So you nod.
But Intak doesn’t move. He just sits there and waits like you hadn’t given a response at all.
“Words,” Taeyang says from your right. “He responds to words.”
That’s a punch to the gut. “Oh,” you breathe, the word stumbling out before you can stop it, not that you would. “Yes.”
His hands move then. Slow as they trace up the plush of your thighs, under your skirt, and settle on the soft silk of your panties. His eyes still don’t leave you, like they’re gauging your reactions, as he slips the fabric off of you.
But then they catch onto the damp spot stained on the fabric, and it’s all the confirmation he needs before he tosses it aside and pounces.
He slips his hands behind your knees, pulls you to the edge of the cushion, and delves in.
You barely get a second to prepare yourself before he’s digging under your skirt and sliding the flat of his tongue through your slick.
Your mouth falls open as a moan gets ripped from you. You slap your hand over your mouth, but the damage is done.
It only fuels Intak, spurs him on to lap at you like a man starved, licking through you like he’s determined to drink up everything you’ve got.
The sounds are obscene, and embarrassing, and it’s so much when the tip of his tongue starts to flick at your clit that your body starts to seize up and bow off the couch, thighs closing in on his head as you—
Taeyang rips Intak off of you with a hand in his hair, and the waning high smoothes away to nothing.
Your body crashes back down, your heavy breaths reeling your soul back into your body.
Intak whimpers and writhes under Taeyang’s tight grip, trying to escape.
“Slowly,” Taeyang scolds, then looks up at you. “You can’t just let him do whatever he wants or it’ll be over before it even starts.”
“Yeah no fucking kidding,” you grumble, picking yourself back. You straighten up again, honing in on Taeyang’s fingers tangled down on Intak’s hair.
You reach out, carding your fist in through the inky locks by Taeyang’s hand.
“Good girl,” Taeyang beams, just a little patronizing as he lets go. “You’re quick on the pick up.”
You shoot him a quick glare, too caught up on your slick smothered all over Intak’s mouth. “Shut up.”
Taeyang doesn’t say anything as he watches you guide Intak back to your cunt.
As soon as Intak starts to take more than you’re willing to give, you give his hair a tug and reel him back.
You settle with a sigh as he starts to lap at you with slow, pointed slides of his tongue through your folds, the tip of his tongue tracing your hole with each sharp pass.
It’s a steady stream of pleasure instead of a barrage, and it has you melting back into the cushions.
“‘S good,” you whisper without meaning to, folding your legs and shifting down to give him a better angle, and Intak takes the opportunity to close his mouth around you as he circles your entrance.
He lets out a little whine when you murmur another mindless bit of praise.
“He likes that,” Taeyang says quietly beside you, leaning a little into the bubble you’ve created with Intak, like he’s trying not to interrupt this flow you’ve created. “He likes hearing how he’s doing.”
You file that piece of information away, your clit pulsing at the thought of uncovering all the little things Intak likes.
You move your other hand down to cup his jaw and lift him so his mouth aligns to your clit, and he obediently takes the hint.
He latches down on that pulsing and sucks down. The sudden sharp sensation makes your hand clamp tighter in his hair and he immediately lets up, opting instead to draw slow, tight circles with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah, fuck,” you moan, your head falling back to the cushion. “Just like that, Takki…”
He whimpers against you, growing just a little more eager as he flicks his tongue against you now, but you let it happen as that coil in your gut winds tighter.
Your hips are helpless to start grinding up against his face, your hands holding him in place to chase that burning pleasure of his mouth on you.
And Intak is all the more happy to give it to you as you get off on him, your toes curling in, your back bowing off the cushions, your thighs clamping down on his head.
His hands dig into your thighs, but only to hold them in even as they suffocate him.
He just takes it as you practically ride his face, moaning his name like a repeated prayer as you chase that high.
You’re too brainless on his tongue to realize his suffocated predicament, but Taeyang knows that Intak yearns for this, to be used until he’s hurting, so he just lets it happen as you do, crashing down with a wanton cry of his name.
Even as you let go of him, liquid on the couch, Intak lays there with his head still buried in you, lapping up every bit of you without a drop to spare.
Taeyang almost laughs. Man or woman, Intak is the same bit of eager.
He reaches over to scratch into Intak’s hair, smiling when Intak blinks those glassy eyes up at him, cheek smushed against your leg, lips obscenely slick.
“Always messy, aren’t you?”
Intak pouts, shaking Taeyang’s hand off. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles before he leans back into your twitching cunt and licks up a stripe like he can urge you to give him more, but you’re hissing at the sensation and pushing him off.
“N-No more.”
Intak pouts, but relents, pulling back to sit on his heels and wait for the next order.
Your eyes widen a little, then flit over at Taeyang, and Taeyang nearly laughs again.
“What?” He raises a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out.”
“No,” you say defensively, quickly sitting up on wobbly bones.
“Good. Because he won’t stop until he’s fucked up, or you are.”
Taeyang watches as you blink in the information, glance between the two men, and process it.
“How long do you two go for?”
“Hours, usually.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
You swallow, looking down at Intak who’s grown more timid and hunched in.
Taeyang sighs. He’s got his work cut out for him.
“You’re not a virgin, right?” Taeyang asks, just to be sure.
You shake your head.
“Good.” He stands up, taking your arm and pulling you up to your feet, ignoring your complaint and the swat you throw at his arm with your free hand. “Intak, clothes off, on your back.”
Intak, like always, spurs to action. He throws off his shirt and stumbles out of his jeans, scrambling to lay on his back on the couch.
“He likes to be on his back, receiving or giving,” he whispers to you, but his words go lost to you.
Taeyang watches you practically drool at the outline of Intak’s cock pressing against his boxers, remembers the feeling himself when he’d first seen just how lucky he’d gotten with Intak.
“Yeah,” he snorts, then whispers into your ear. “Good luck.”
But you don’t respond, still too struck by the sight of Intak, the smooth expanse of his tanned skin and toned body all splayed out in its full glory like an offering.
He can’t really blame you.
Taeyang smirks, reaching for your waist to grab the hem of your top. “Need help?” He asks as he starts to slide the shirt up.
You immediately swat at his hands. “I can undress myself,” you spit.
Taeyang is very glad your fire isn’t fucked out yet. That would be boring.
You pull the shirt off and reach for your skirt, but Taeyang takes your wrist.
“Keep the skirt. And the bra. He likes it.”
Intak looks up at Taeyang with furrowed brows, but Taeyang shoots him a sharp look that promptly shuts him up.
Okay, fine, maybe it’s Taeyang that likes the skirt on. You don’t need to know that.
You drop your hands to your sides, and Taeyang lets go.
“I don’t need to teach you how to ride him, do I?” Taeyang asks, just to be a dick, and smiles satisfied when you glare at him.
Intak’s right. It is nice to be on the receiving end of it. Fun even, to invoke it at every chance.
You don’t answer though, turning instead to Intak and climbing onto his lap.
Taeyang’s own dick throbs in its confines as you grind yourself down, throwing Intak’s head back as his lips part with a moan.
He’s hit with the visceral need to see those lips stretched full with him again, but now is not the time.
You seem as impatient as him though, because you’re quick to start shoving down Intak’s boxers. Taeyang is helpful enough to take them off the rest of the way as you ogle him.
Intak bucks his hips up with a tiny sound, a little skittish at the attention.
But you can’t help but admire him in all his girth, flushed and thick and veiny and spilling onto his abdomen.
Then your stomach lurches with the realization that you’ll have to take him inside.
Taeyang sees your turmoil, and settles himself behind you.
“He’ll fit,” he says like he knows it for a fact.
“You don’t fucking know that,” you snap, turning to glower at him, but Taeyang simply smiles over your shoulder.
“Sure I do. If I can take him, you certainly can.”
Oh.
Your cheeks burn as you turn back to Intak, adjusting yourself where you sit on your knees just for something to do.
If he puts it like that…
You dig your teeth into your lip as you reach for Intak’s cock. It’s heavy in your hand, pulsing with life and twitching as your fist closes around it.
A breath rushes out of you as you drag your hand up, drinking up the pained moan Intak lets out, watching the pearly bead of precum seep out of his tip.
It’s too dry. So you lean over to spit onto the tip, watching the moisture glisten down the shaft for a moment too long before you use your hand to spread it.
It’s not long before you get him moaning and writhing under you with each drag of your fist. You have your other hand between your thighs trying to stretch yourself open on two fingers, but it’s a hard task to focus on both.
Taeyang’s hand presses to the skin of your back, sudden and warmer than you expect for such a cold person.
“Let me?” He asks, and you falter.
You trust Intak. But you’re not so sure you trust him just yet.
Intak trusts him though. That counts for something, right?
And you can’t deny the fact that Taeyang makes you… feel sometimes. So, what the hell.
You slip your hand out of yourself and lean forward, bracing on Intak’s chest as you angle your hips up enough to give Taeyang access.
You think you hear his breath hitch. But it might’ve been a glitch in the wind, because soon enough his fingers are tracing through your slit.
You shudder at the feathery, almost ticklish touch. You expect him to tease you, but then he’s prodding a finger in and effectively putting your own efforts to shame with just that single digit.
He fucks it in and out of you in a steady pace, his other hand shucking up your skirt and holding you down by the flesh of your ass.
You moan when he pushes in the second finger, letting you settle on it before he scissors them apart and fucks them into you.
It’s a little painful, but it burns so good.
Intak grows impatient under you, bucking his hips up to fuck into the loose ring of your fist.
“S-Sorry,” you gasp, tightening your hand and starting up again.
But the rhythm is jerky and not very pleasurable, because you’re too busy getting fucked dumb on Taeyang’s fingers.
Intak would normally complain, but he can’t. Not when he has this above him.
So he makes himself lay there and watch as Taeyang opens you up on three fingers, body itching with anticipation to just be in you already.
Taeyang notices this, and smirks at him over your shoulder.
“You’re quiet today,” he says and Intak wants to crawl away and hide from those wolfish eyes.
You giggle through one of your moans, fucking yourself back on Taeyang’s fingers. “Think he’s shy. Weird.”
Intak might just die tonight. He’s somehow gotten himself two shit stirrers.
But he wants to fuck them first and then die.
So he whines and bucks up his hips again. “Hurry… please,” he tacks on quickly as an afterthought at Taeyang’s sharp look.
You shudder as Taeyang slips his hand out of you, Taeyang looking not too happy to have to pull away so soon. “You’re ready,” he tells you with a pat on your hips.
Intak can see the way you hold back from rolling your eyes. You laser in on Intak, rolling your hips down to glide your cunt over the length of him.
Intak’s eyes roll back at the warmth on his sensitive skin, lips falling open as he shudders.
And when your entrance catches against his tip, he nearly bucks you off.
But Taeyang is reaching over you, grabbing his hips and holding him down. His cock jerks under your slick cunt, his head feeling dizzy being handled like this.
And when you sink down, oh, it’s over for him.
He wails at the tightness of your warm walls sucking him in, your own moans lost on him.
It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman. With anyone other than Taeyang, really. He forgot just how slick it is, how warm, how inviting.
He shudders with an airy whine as you bottom out, completely numb to your nails digging into his pecs. His fists have a death grip on your thighs but he’s not sure you notice them either.
He’s so tense and sensitive, jerking under you as you rise back up just to sink down so, so slowly as you get used to him.
He can’t look away from the look on your face, pure emotion on it as you try to find the right angle. Pain, bliss, need—it’s all there. Because of Intak.
Yeah, he’s not gonna last long.
It’s even worse when Taeyang takes your hips, and starts to guide you, up and down with a grind at the base that has both Intak and you moaning in tandem.
“Just like that,” Taeyang coos, smiling into your cheek before he glances down at Intak. “Doin’ so good, isn’t she, Takki?”
Intak bristles at the question. He’s never been on this end before. But he nods quickly, emphasizing it with a thrust up.
It makes your body jerk in Taeyang’s grasp, head falling back to his shoulder.
“F-Fuck!” You cry.
“Yeah,” Taeyang chuckles, one hand sliding forward to settle at your lower abdomen. “He’s so deep, isn’t he?”
Then he pushes down and watches you cry and shudder at the pressure.
“T-Ta—ah!”
Intak’s breath hitches just as Taeyang’s does. Whose name you were about to call, they don’t know. But Intak knows Taeyang hopes it was his.
Taeyang reaches instead to tug the cup of your bra down so he can tweak at your nipple, only driving you more frantic as you fuck yourself on Intak’s cock just the way Taeyang had shown you. Slow and deep and with a grind that makes Intak’s balls tighten each time.
He starts to meet your thrusts at some point, breathless and desperate and so close that it’s nearly painful.
Suddenly he’s back to that night, lonely and with his hand and just the image of you like this, riding him with Taeyang at your back.
It’s over for him when Taeyang reaches down to lift your skirt, when he gets a glimpse of your pussy stretched around his cock and creaming around it.
It comes without warning—he bows up off the couch with a strangled yell of your name, nails digging into your thighs as he fucks his cum up into you, spilling deep.
He crashes down with a gasp, the tension leaving his body all at once. It takes a moment but you rise off of him on shaky limbs, sliding off of him with a hiss.
Intak can only let out a pathetic little whine when he sees himself spilling out of you, and is about to beg you to take him back in so you can finish too.
But he sees that pinched look on Taeyang’s face as he watches you breathe yourself back in. So he waits.
“You okay?” Taeyang asks you.
You nod with a shudder, falling back against him, too weak to hold up on your own.
Taeyang catches you around your waist, a little shocked, but he seems in no rush to push you away. Especially not when you grind your hips back into him, making him hiss.
“You’re hard,” you mumble, a little slurred as you watch him from his shoulder.
“No shit,” he says, strained.
Intak has to pull himself from falling asleep when he sees that tentative look on your face. “You can…” You start to say, trailing off with a deeper flush.
Taeyang looks down at you, a little alarmed. “Did he fuck your brain out of you that quickly?”
You scowl at him, elbowing him on your way back up to your knees. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” You snap, and that gets Taeyang to shut up. “We could both use it.”
Intak catches Taeyang’s eyes. And Taeyang knows full well that he can offer up Intak again to help you finish, but Taeyang also wouldn’t miss an opportunity for himself. Intak knows Taeyang too.
So Taeyang rises to his knees and pushes you down with a hand between your shoulders, bending you over as he works off his jeans with his other hand.
Intak’s breath hitches when you brace yourself on his chest, and he nearly moans himself when your body bucks forward as Taeyang pushes into you with no delay.
Watching this from the outside is… well, Intak could probably cum again just from this if he weren’t so gone already.
The slap of skin on skin is piercing, rough and frantic as Taeyang fucks you over Intak’s body.
There’s no mercy as he holds your hips in place and takes, there never is with him. But it’s not an issue for you, whose eyes are rolled back, jaw gaped, moans fucked out with each hard snap of Taeyang’s relentless hips.
Watching you cum is a sight he wants to imprint in the back of his eyes. All Intak can do is hold your hands through it, sympathetic as Taeyang only barrels forward despite your pained whines with his guttural grunts until he gets what he needs, spilling inside of you with a deep grunt as he plasters himself to your back.
The weight of both your bodies on top of him, boneless and heaving, is far too heavy. But Intak wouldn’t be anywhere else.
Your eyes are fluttering in and out of consciousness, but Taeyang’s are locked right on Intak’s.
A silent question. You okay?
Intak answers by leaning up to kiss him.
Taeyang responds with a pleased hum and languid lips, kissing Intak back down to the cushion. His hand comes up to card through Intak’s hair, and Intak positively preens.
This is his favourite part. The after.
He feels a tingle in his cheek and peeks his eyes open to see your wide eyes watching them.
But they quickly flick away when you’ve been caught. Intak pulls back from Taeyang, who only latches onto his jaw.
“Kiss?” Intak asks, only feeling a little pathetic. But he beams as soon as you lean in, eager and all too pleased as he meets your lips.
It feels a little strange, kissing Intak with Taeyang still buried inside you, but something about it is weirdly comforting. Like you’re being held from all sides.
So when Taeyang tongues his way into the kiss, you don’t even complain.
And even when at some point you’re only kissing Taeyang, you don’t pull away.
You lean in with a soft hum, pliant as he tongues his way into the seam of your lips. And he takes it when you search his mouth with your own, no more fighting, no more pushing.
You tilt your head when he asks with a hand on your jaw, moan for him when he nips with his teeth. It’s peaceful.
Until you hear a muffled sniffle.
You part immediately, looking down to see Intak with his hands over his face as he tries to rub away his tears as they fall.
“Intak?” Taeyang asks, every bit alarmed as you feel as he lets go of you to pry Intak’s hands away. But Intak refuses to look at either of you, fixing his teary eyes up at the ceiling. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t choose,” he whispers through a sob like he’s mourning already.
Your chest aches as another sob wracks through his body, twisting his pretty face with all the pain in the world.
“Please,” he weeps, finally looking up at you. “Please don’t make me choose.”
It comes without a question, you realize as you lift your gaze to meet Taeyang’s.
synopsis: theo falls for the campus sweetheart, but he quickly learns she's far from innocent.
一 requested (kind of) by anon
pairing: sadist!theo x masochist!fem!reader
words: 2,3k
cw: nsfw/smut, porn with a little plot, college!au, popular guy x cute girl, theo is a pervert and obsessed about reader, reader is shy but also a freak, implied non-virgin reader, sadomaso themes, dirty talk, humiliation, name-calling, fingering, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), creampie, breeding if u squint, pain kink, hand fetish, face/tit/thigh slapping, marking
author's note: guys i'm ngl i turned myself on writing this
popular guy!theo, who had his eyes on you, famously the cutest girl on campus, ever since the semester started.
popular guy!theo, who would always look for you in the hallways, and scanned the cafeteria every time he walked inside to see if you’re already there.
popular guy!theo, who slowly, as the months passed, couldn’t get you out of his head and made it his goal to get to you somehow, even though he knew his idiot friends were salivating at the sight of you as well.
popular guy!theo, who made friends with your friends using his popular guy card to get an opportunity to talk to you.
popular guy!theo, who started lingering near where he knew you and your friends had classes so he could talk to you under the disguise of wanting to talk to them.
popular guy!theo, who could feel his dick twitching in his pants when you spoke up and joined the conversation for the first time, your pretty fingers toying with the strap of your bag out of nervousness.
popular guy!theo, who later that night stayed up late scrolling through your private instagram page after you had just accepted his follow request and jerked off to the sight of your face.
a ragged breath left taeyang’s lips as he swiped through a slideshow of your photos, the hand that was holding his phone trembling while the other tightened just right around the swollen tip of his cock.
“mhmmfuck… you’re so pretty…” he murmured under his breath. no one could hear him right now, but he was so deep into the fantasy that it felt like the praise was meant directly for you.
a drop of precum dripped down his shaft as he scrolled to the next post – a couple of photos from your trip to some beach last summer where you beamed and posed in a skimpy pastel pink bikini. he moaned, his jaw falling open and thumb swiping over the head to gather more moisture as his hand quickened the pace, the coil already tightening in his stomach.
“b-baby– fuck, you’re gonna make me cum–”
the wet sounds of his lotioned hand fisting his cock mixed with his shaky breaths filled his bedroom as he pushed himself to the climax.
his body locked up with a gasp of your name, his balls tightening as his cock shoot ropes of cum into the air – some of them landing on his stomach, some covering the photo of you on the brightly-lit screen of his phone.
popular guy!theo, who couldn’t help himself but imagine all the things he wanted to do to you whenever you talked after that night, looking at your doe-like eyes and pretty lips and pretty make up making him wonder what you would look like dishevelled and covered in spit and tears.
popular guy!theo, who had to excuse himself after every break he spent with you to finish himself off in the bathroom because he got painfully hard.
popular guy!theo, who almost lost it when one day you showed up to the lecture in the shortest skirt he’s ever seen you in, the only thing he remembered from said lecture being holding his bag over his crotch and rushing out the second it was over.
popular guy!theo, who finally got tired of fisting his own cock after edging himself for hours to the imagination of you that night, and messaged you with one hand while stroking himself slowly with the other.
popular guy!theo, who nearly came on the spot when you replied enthusiastically within a few minutes, his cock twitching as he stared at your cute little hello!! like it was better than any porn he’s ever seen.
popular guy!theo, who couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty as he jerked off and murmured filthy things under his breath while chatting with you about your day, the knowledge that the sweet innocent you had no idea about what he was doing turning him on too much.
popular guy!theo, who made it his routine to text you every night after classes and talk for hours while he got off on the pure filth of it.
popular guy!theo, who popped a boner quicker than ever when you sent him a voice message for the first time, apologising profusely and explaining that you’re in a bit of a hurry and couldn’t text. he didn't really know what you were saying, but he knew he was cumming fast and hard while listening to your voice.
popular guy!theo, who never told any of his friends that he had your instagram, or that was getting closer to you, or especially the fact that he was a sick pervert jerking off to your messages and your voice every single night for weeks. he wasn’t scared of their opinion – they all knew theo thought with his dick instead of his brain – but he couldn’t stand the thought of any of them trying to snatch you away from him.
popular guy!theo, who nearly combusted when you agreed to go out with him after months of pining after you.
popular guy!theo, who tried to act proper throughout the first few weeks of your relationship so he wouldn’t scare you off.
popular guy!theo, who was sure you were a virgin, so he kept his hands respectful whenever you made out, never voiced his desires, and never pushed you to have sex, no matter how many times he had to finish himself off quietly in your bathroom after cuddling.
popular guy!theo, who tried his best to be careful when he finally got to have you properly – eating you out and stretching you with his fingers first – and almost busted prematurely when you urged him to go faster and ‘bottom out already!’.
popular guy!theo, who couldn’t believe his own ears and eyes when you writhed and begged under him, lifting your hips to feel more of him when he moved inside you slowly as if your words didn’t get to him at all.
popular guy!theo, who lost all of his composure the moment you cried out ‘harder, please!’ with tears of frustration in your eyes, his next thrust hitting so deep you lost your breath for a second.
popular guy!theo, who fucked you fast and hard that night, making you cum again and again in different positions until your pretty eyes hazed over and your head was empty of all thoughts except him and his cock.
popular guy!theo, who brought it up the next day to make sure he didn’t go overboard. he was sure he died and went to heaven when his sweet, sweet girlfriend told him she gets off on pain and asked him to be even rougher with her.
popular guy!theo, who knew right at that moment that you were made for him.
popular guy!theo, who let go of control a little bit more each time you had sex. he pushed boundaries and tested your limits while listening to the safe word that never came.
popular guy!theo, who soon couldn’t hold back around you at all and needed to have you at any given chance, no matter where or how.
popular guy!theo, whose favorite thing in the whole world was fucking you stupid. he loved watching your brain slowly turn into mush as you could only cry and whimper while his big cock filled you time after time and your poor overstimulated pussy gushed around him helplessly.
popular guy!theo, who made you beg for it even though he’s the greedy one because it turned him on to see you push past the humiliation to get some dick.
popular guy!theo, who was hesitant to use actual force on you at first, but changed his mind when you cummed on the spot just because he finally slapped you right across your cheek hard enough to sting.
popular guy!theo, who noticed how you clenched around his cock or fingers harder whenever he used his hands on you in that way – groping your plush thighs, spanking your ass, or wrapping his long fingers around your neck.
popular guy!theo, who caught you staring mindlessly at his hands in casual situations more than a few times, especially after physical activity or in warmer weather when the veins were the most prominent.
popular guy!theo, who wondered if it was just a coincidence or if that pretty head of yours was even more dirty than he thought, so he decided to test you.
popular guy!theo, who held you down harder and used his hands more the next time you fucked. he pinned your wrists down above your head as he bit marks into your shoulder, and manhandled you around the bed to get you in whatever position he felt like.
popular guy!theo, who could only smirk wider when your eyes rolled back and a filthy moan left your lips when he choked you with one hand while he sunk two fingers into your mouth so you could taste yourself after he made you squirt on them.
popular guy!theo, who loved how filthy his cute little girlfriend was. he adored the way you were so kind and sweet to everyone, but only he knew how dirty you were behind closed doors.
popular guy!theo, who could read you like an open book just by your shameless reactions – he knew your body better than his own, knew what made you squirm and beg, and he wasn’t afraid to use it against you.
“use your words, sweetheart.”
your cries echoed in the room, frustrated and helpless, as taeyang split you open on his cock with every thrust. he had your thighs pressed to your chest in a mean mating press, big hands pining you down and digging into your skin hard enough for you to expect palm-shaped marks tomorrow.
“hit me–ah–harder, p-please…”
“hit you harder?” he cooed, his tone almost mocking despite his own breath being uneven from how tightly your walls were clamping around him. “you’re already all red and marked up and you still want more?”
it was true – both of your cheeks had a faint tint to them by now, the skin of your thighs and tits was stinging from being slapped repeatedly, and your clit was pulsing from how hard his hips were slamming into you over and over again. but you didn’t care about any of that – you only knew that you wanted more, that you needed to feel him more because it felt too good like this.
“yes, please–” tears streamed down your hot cheeks as you begged, your words slurred, hands clawing at his shoulders desperately. “please, please, more–”
you were cut off by a sudden force meeting your right cheek and sending your face lolling to the side. it wasn’t too harsh, but just enough to make you gasp and make your pussy clench harder.
taeyang groaned at the feeling, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he fucked into you relentlessly, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto your chest.
“that’s right– show me how much you love being treated like fucking trash.” he panted out, before shifting his weight onto one arm to grab your tit with the other one and squeeze it hard like it was a stress toy.
he let out a breathless chuckle when you moaned again, doubling down on his efforts. “you’re so fucking twisted. i use you like a cumdump every night and all you do is cream on my cock.”
this was undoubtedly taeyang’s favorite state of yours – fucked out of your mind, with no thoughts in your head, pliant and begging for more. his balls slapped against your ass with every rough thrust, his hips losing their rhythm as he feelt you teetering over the edge, warm walls sucking him in like they didn't want to let go.
“come on, cum for me–” the hand on your chest moved upward to wrap around your neck, his eyes glued to your face as your head started to spin from the lack of oxygen. “shit– yeah, milk my cock and take it all like the slut you are.”
it felt as if you lost consciousness altogether when your orgasm hit, the high from the pain and the choking amplifying the pleasure to nearly unbearable levels. your vision went blank and your body tensed, and you didn’t even realise the moment taeyang followed behind you and spilled into you with a sharp hiss.
it was only when his hand left your neck that your eyes slowly blinked open, the world still blurry from the pleasure and tears. your breaths were fast and irregular, a soft whimper escaping your dry throat when his cock slid out of you in a torturously slow pace.
for a long moment, teayang sat back on his heels and watched the place where you were joined just seconds ago like it was the most interesting thing in the world – your pussy spasming and clenching in the aftershocks, his thick cum oozing out lazily.
your thighs jerked when his fingers made contact with your abused clit, the sensitivity turning into pain after hours of rough sex, but you didn’t do much more than that to stop him. not even when those fingers slid lower to gather the slickness and pushed it back inside, sinking to the last knuckle right away.
taeyang hummed in satisfaction at the sound of your pained, half-hearted protest, and curled his fingers to drag over the top wall as he pulled them out just to push in even deeper.
“mhm-mhm… can’t let anything go to waste, can we?”
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