warnings: smut mdni, college au, enemies to ??, bittersweet, mentions of heavy partying, reader is desperate, soft dom!taehyun, sub!reader, free use, dacryphilia, strenght kink, slight breeding kink
wc: 2,2k
taehyun groans in annoyance, shoving his headphones onto the desk. finals are just around the corner and the last thing he wanted was to be distracted by his roommate's stupid ideas. you pissed him off, you really did. so fucking irresponsible, always choosing partying over studying, coming home drunk almost every weekend. if you weren't out, you threw parties in your shared flat, not even caring if taehyun minded. whatever he did, he just couldn't understand it. why were you throwing away your future? don't you know that it's literally in your hands?
his eyes flicker towards the entrance to his room as you suddenly walk in, closing the door behind you to reduce the noise from the living room. just like always, you're careless, collapsing onto his bed as he turns back to his textbooks.
"for the last time, couldn't you throw a fucking party after finals?" he mumbles quietly, trying to remember where he finished his notes.
"god, you're so repetitive it's getting boring" you mutter back, eyes glued to the ceiling. a little voice in your head kept telling you that maybe he was right, but you refused to believe it. he's just being bitchy because it's you, not because you literally interrupted his study session.
"and you're the one who's going to end up flunking out" he resorts, his voice sharper than he intended. your childlish remarks about his ambitions didn't amuse him, he heard them many times. it's like a routine at this point.
you roll your eyes at his comment, turning your head to face him just for a second. even though you hated that man, you couldn't lie to yourself. he was attractive, especially when being focused like this - pretty boba eyes scanning the notes scattered around his desk with his bottom lip between his teeth, a little habit of his that you noticed after two days of sharing a flat. the only thing he did besides studying was going to the gym and you could definitely tell. a quick peak on his toned arms was enough to make your cheeks flush red, head instantly snapping back to face the ceiling. god, those fucking tank tops are going to be the death of you.
he didn't seem to notice your reaction, too concentrated on his books. after a few seconds, you finally spoke up.
"why won't you give in for once?" you ask quietly, not daring to move an inch. it took him a moment to answer.
"because" he says, putting his book aside and turning to face you "i don't want to end up like you. i don't like wasting my time and i don't know why you're taking pleasure in it. you have so much potential yet you throw it all away"
you don't know what to say, your eyes still glued to the ceiling. you can feel his burning gaze on you, the temperature on your cheeks slightly rising. what was the point of commenting on your life choices? it's not like he cares anyways.
you hear him sigh as he mutters something under his breath, reluctantly returning to his book. your heart is racing so fast that he probably hears it echoing in the room and it's pathetic. you hate him so why, just why do you care so much?
"do you ever feel alone?" you suddenly ask, breaking the silence again. you really don't know how to read the room, do you?
taehyun looks up from his book, taken aback by your question. he hesitates for a second before finally speaking up.
"yeah, sometimes" he shrugs "but i wouldn't switch places with you for anything, if that's why you're asking"
you snort ironically. what an asshole.
"maybe if we switched places, you'd understand why i'm like this"
"or maybe" he counters "i'd be right here, studying as usual, and you'd still be struggling to keep up" he shakes his head, sighing for what it felt like the hundredth time this night "your priorities are seriously messed up, if something's bothering you, you can always just fucking ask. no need to make a damn sce-"
"can you stop being a dick for once?" you finally snap, causing him to stop mid-sentence "why the fuck are you always so bitchy towards me? does it give you satisfaction? because i know how i am, no need to remind me of it every single time we fucking talk"
taehyun's eyes widen a little at your outburst. does it really bother you that much?
"i'm not being a dick" he says defensively
"of course you are!" you answer, shoving your hands in the air "you always scold me for the way i live my life. i don't need your pretended compassion, i’m an adult! i can handle myself!"
"y/n, i'm trying to help you!" he says, his voice rising slightly in frustration "you're throwing your life away with all this attitude and lifestyle, can’t you see it?!"
you sigh in resignation, your arms falling onto your eyes. he always had to give you his opinion, even if you didn’t ask for it.
"it's not like you care" you mumble "it's too late now anyways"
taehyun sighs heavily. he knows how you are, you've been living with him for the past three years, he can read you like a book. he’s aware that he probably won’t change your mind, but it still frustrated him. and even though he wanted to hate you, even though he wanted to tell you to fuck off and stop whining about your own choices, he couldn't bring himself to do it. maybe you were right, maybe it is too late, but he can't shake off the feeling that there's still hope - that he can change you, somehow help you.
with a mix of frustration and concern, he stands up from his chair and crawls up onto the bed, hovering over you.
"listen.." he says in a quieter tone, removing your hands from your eyes "it's never too late to start a new life, to change something. you have the possibility, i know you can do it. don't waste an opportunity like this"
"you don't get it" you whisper, barely able to hold eye contact with him. he doesn't miss acknowledging the fact that you're clearly embarrassed, your hair messy n cheeks slightly flushed. it's an adorable yet heart clenching sight, he must admit.
"then make me understand" he answers, leaning a little closer "why won't you listen to me? why won't you let me show you what i see in you?"
your glossy eyes widen a little at his words, searching for something you can't even name. was he serious? doesn't he hate you? how the fuck did you two even end up in this situation?
"you're hiding from something, y/n" he continues "and it has nothing to do with your grades or attitude. i can see it in the way you look at me"
"it's not about seeing it" you whisper quickly as an answer "it's about feeling it too" despite your inner turmoil, you find yourself reaching out to tentatively cup his cheek, your thumb gently caressing his cheekbone "you have no idea how much i want to be someone that you actually care for, someone who isn't just an annoying roommate"
taehyun looks at you with a mix of confusion and empathy, his brows furrowed as he tries to come up with an answer. he isn't sure if it's the way you're suddenly so vulnerable around him or if it's the way you look absolutely innocent under him, but he feels a rush of warmth spreading through his whole body. this is happening too fast.
you wait for him to speak up, your eyes slipping down to his lips. the air in the room is thick as he leans closer, causing you to catch eye contact with him again. your body screams at you to pull away, but you can't. it's too tempting, too fucking hard to make it stop. maybe you shouldn't do it, maybe you shouldn't give in, but fuck, he's so close yet so distant that you need, even crave to feel him. you want his lips on yours, you want his hands roaming over your body and for fucks sake you want him to care for you - be someone who can make you feel loved.
his eyes close as he finally gives in, connecting your lips softly. it's a gentle kiss, almost like a whisper, but it definitely sends shivers down your spine. you pull away slightly just after a second, testing the waters.
"more" he whispers "please"
without a warning, he reaches out and cups your cheek, guiding your lips back to his. this time, the kiss is deeper, more passionate as he tries to pour all his emotions into you. you don't even hesitate, allowing yourself to get lost in his touch. his hands slide down your back, desperately trying to pull you closer. this whole situation feels so right, yet so fucking wrong. he was supposed to be your enemy, it was always like that - what happened?
you feel yourself losing control, palms sliding under his tank top. his muscles tense under your touch, groans falling into your mouth. you can tell he enjoys it by the way his fingers snake their way up your thigh, slowly pushing your skirt up. he can't help himself, he needs to touch you.
your hips buck into his bulge as you urge him to finally take you, his fingers working faster, hiking your skirt up to your waist. you don't waste time for words, pulling him in for another kiss. it's messy, filled with desperation as you tug at his sweats, pulling them down slightly, enough to give you access to his throbbing cock.
"please" you mumble into his lips "fuck me, taehyun. make me stop thinking, fuck me dumb just so i can forget about everything"
"say it like you mean it" he pants as he pulls away to look into your eyes. he searches your face, wanting to make sure you truly mean it.
"i do" you say "more than anything in this world"
he's sliding in quicker than you thought, your hands clutching around his neck as you place your head on his shoulder. his moves are messy, almost desperate as he tries to show you how much you mean to him. oh how both of you were stupid, playing a game of 'who hates the other more' when the truth was that you two wanted each other more than words could express. three years of living together, three years of constant arguments n three years of unnoticed glances n mixes signals just because you both were too afraid to admit your feelings.
"needed you" you whimper as your eyes fill with little tears "needed you so fucking bad-"
"shh, i'm right here with you" he whispers back, picking up pace. you're a crying mess at this point, both from the pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of finally holding someone close. he's abusing your gummy walls in the most pleasurable way, thick cock filling you up to the brim and it feels so good, so fucking addicting as you whine n mumble nonsense into his ear. his strong arms kept you grounded, thoughts starting to disappear as you clenched around his length, focusing only on the way he fucked you.
the sensation of being wanted and needed is intoxicating, driving you both to the brink. you can't seem to control your body anymore, your grip on him loosening as you fall back onto the sheets. taehyun doesn't give you a chance to catch your breath, finding your lips in a desperate, sloppy kiss. his tongue tangles with yours as he chases his high, fingers digging into your waist.
"my pretty girl" you hear him groan "you look perfect even when you cry, fuck-" he's holding onto you so tightly that you can feel the bruises already forming. everything about this intimate moment is too overwhelming, the knot in your stomach slowly tightening.
"g-gonna cum" you cry out, hips rolling into his. the feeling of his soft skin against your thighs makes your eyes roll back into your scull, nails scratching his biceps.
"cum with me baby, please" he whines in reponse, his hot breath tickling your lips "wanna feel you, ngh!"
his hips jerk forward as you arch your back, giving him better access to that one sweet spot. it doesn't take long for the both of you to finally reach your orgasms, pants and heavy breaths echoing in the room. with a final thrust, he collapses onto your chest, cock still burried inside you. his eyes flutter shut as he feels his cum slowly spilling out of you, making a little mess on his sheets. your body feels almost numb as you shakily raise your hand to tangle it in his hair.
you both try to catch your breaths as taehyun nuzzles into your neck, seeking your warmth and comfort. your fingers gently run through his hair as you savor the moment, the dizziness in your head slowly dissolving. it’s oddly comforting, having him in your arms like that.
you close your eyes for a while, trying to calm down. a conversation would be great right now, but you can't bring yourself to say anything.
— bestfriend!ot5’s reaction to you offering to help with their boner ♡
pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate)
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: almost 3k oops 😭
warnings: some smut, suggestiveness, some oral obviously (m receiving), perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyun’s, some alcohol in jun’s, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao
a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up 🫢
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yeonjun: this is the moment he’s been waiting for, y’all
it’s just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjun’s living room floor, until it’s not. you’ve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyu’s latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. it’s not like you’ve never talked about that stuff with jun before; you’re best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe it’s because you’ve been drinking, maybe it’s because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and he’s in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.
“i could do better.”
yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. “i mean.. from what i’ve been told. just saying.” you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju you’d been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.
“is that an offer?”
it’s your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, he’s not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, you’d miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasn’t even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush you’ve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. you’ve gotta be cool about this.
“well… do you want it to be?”
your best friend’s hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isn’t exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that he’s groaning out as you swallow around him — your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3
soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working
he didn’t mean for you to see, he really didn’t. you weren’t supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when it’s the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasn’t been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?
your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as you’d originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadn’t heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very… compromising position.
“soob, they didn’t have the- oh, fuck.”
rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice he’s acting faster than you’ve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasn’t the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.
you’re in the same boat — what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which you’re very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen and i want it in my-
wait, what? you don’t even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. “i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t- i was just trying to- i thought you’d still be a while, i- it’s been so long since i-“ he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now she’s gonna think i’m some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.
“soob.. do you want help?”
let’s just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasn’t exactly on soobin’s bingo card, either. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t pay you back for it right after. <3
beomgyu: *laughs in your face* 👁️👄👁️ switch-up
um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- you’re just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that he’s bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that he’d had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to “take it back!” as he cackles mercilessly after claiming “at least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, you’re just an all-around lost cause.”
“you don’t even know what you’re talking about!!!” you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. “i get bitches too!” you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds “that is EXACTLY what someone who can’t get bitches would say.” you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. “you’re literally wrong. i’ve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.” but you’re mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyu’s shit-eating grin grows with each word.
“you’re kinda proving my point, here, babe.” you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? “you’re so cocky,” you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as it’s clear you’re finished with your little murder attempt. “yeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.”
that’s it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, “i bet your ‘monster cock’ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.” another laugh— until he realizes you’re serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you don’t miss the way his fists clench around the blanket he’s leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- “yeah?”
you were right; beomgyu’s cock has never gotten head as good as what you’re giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldn’t mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3
taehyun: “if… you want to” he definitely wants to
taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyun’s computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. …….yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasn’t able to do much, which frustrated him to no end — not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesn’t help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.
he didn’t mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fast— you were excited to see him :(— but it’s the last straw of the day for taehyun. he can’t work out properly, his job isn’t paying him during the off-time, he’s had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now he’ll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. “shit, tae, i’m so sorry-“
“god, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?”
the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. “i’m.. i’m sorry..” you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. “fuck,” he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. you’re not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please don’t cry.. i’ll pay for the monitor. it wasn’t your fault.” he’s murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. you’re shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. “no, no, it’s okay; i know you didn’t mean to snap. i’m still sorry though. let me help pay for it…. i know you’ve been stressed, tyunnie.” you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.
you’re nervous about your next words. you really hope you’ve been reading the room right this last week. “let me help you..?”
his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. “help.. me?” do you mean what he thinks you mean??? “the weather still sucks. there’s not much you can do, sweetheart.” he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. “no, tyun… let me help you here.” you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.
who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3
huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit
kai wasn’t kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didn’t think you’d find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the keys of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. “kai, really? this is what you meant by ‘too busy’..?” he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesn’t turn around. “y/n! yeah, sorry- i’m just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!”
you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyu’s protests of self-defense piercing through your best friend’s headset. “i think you’ll need a hearing aid after this..” you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving — although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you could care less about them yourself. don’t get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friends— especially with kai — but you weren’t exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever known.
selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening… you’ve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that you’d have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured you’d try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. you’d worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing he’d definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so he’d be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. “hyuka, want me to get you some water? i don’t think you need any more of these.” you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadn’t heard what you said. “hyuka..” this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; ‘briefly’ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. “h-huh?”
“some water?” you repeat innocently. “o-oh, uh, yeah..”
when you come back, to say you’re shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you don’t realize you’re standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans “i’m so sorry y/n, please don’t think i’m gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, we’re in the middle of a battle and my score is-“ wordlessly, you’re sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. “what- fuck, w-what are you-“
“can i help you? you can keep playing your game,” you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, “fuck- are you sure?”
you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu can’t hear the way you’re making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3
sneaky link taehyun who has you wrapped around his finger, calling you every time he needs a pocket pussy. he knows about your little crush on him, he knows how you would do literally anything to let him fuck you, and he uses it to his privelege, having you bounce on his cock whenever he wants.
always sweet talking you with lots of "my pretty girl" "fuck, only you can make me feel this good-" "this pussy's mine, yeah?" but he's such a liar, such a fucking manipulator - making you feel like you're exclusive when you're clearly not. he fucks other girls, you know it, but you're a dumb, blind girl naively thinking you could fix him, make him feel attached or at least responsible for your feelings.
constant arguments, his shouts filling the room as he gaslights you over and over again, screaming in your face "you know how much i hate relationships, i don't do love! that's not even how it works! i don't need a label to know you're fucking mine!" you telling him for the hundredth time that "i can't do this anymore! this is the last time!" but always ending up pressed against the wall, his hand squeezing your neck as he crashes his lips onto yours. "is it? or will i find you again, wrapped around me like this? c'mon, you know you can't fucking resist me - you belong to me, just admit it"
burrying your head into the sheets as he fucks you in doggy, his big palms painfully squeezing your waist. arguments always ended up like this, make up sex being a silent apology from him even though he's the one pouring all his frustrations into fucking you senseless. cries filling his room as he edges you for another hour, laughing at your fucked out state. that's exactly how he wants you - spread out just for him, his little slut under his mercy. "dumb fucking girl, wanted to cut me off just to go out and whore around?-" his voice ringing in your ears as he lands another hard smack on your already bloody marked ass "go on you fucking whore, you can prove yourself on my cock"
kang taehyun x fem!reader , tags; just friends? ;) , nsfw , friend group road trips , u sit in tyun's lap (i will never let this trope go)
warnings: smut (minors dni.) , accidental boners , dry humping/frottage , semi-public sex?? no penetration though
wc: 1.2k+
it’s getting late as soobin’s “chill” playlist plays through the stereo, the hum of the car filling the tight space with relaxing white noise. the sun has already set, a dusty blue settling over the highway. everything seems peaceful—kai sits in the window seat, his headphones plugged into his switch, playing video games in silence. beomgyu is already asleep in the middle seat, head tilted back against the headrest behind him as he hugs the backpack that sits in his lap like it’s a teddy bear. yeonjun had called dibs on riding passenger yesterday, so there he sits, watching some random movie on his phone while soobin sings along quietly to the song flowing through the car’s speakers.
everything seems peaceful… and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that you had lost rock, paper, scissors before you all embarked on your trip. and now here you sit in taehyun’s lap, holding onto the door handle to ground yourself as his hands are strictly placed at his sides with his earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes shut. you aren’t sure if he’s asleep or not, but you don’t want to wake him if he is.
you shift slightly to move your foot from under beomgyu’s (you have no idea how you even got into this position), scooting back a bit as you almost slip off of taehyun’s lap as soobin aggressively switches lanes, mumbling a “fuckers don’t know how to drive”. your legs are starting to cramp from sitting so stiffly. you don’t want to move too much and make taehyun uncomfortable, but you’ve been in this position for an hour and you are starting to get a little sleepy as well.
“soob?” you call quietly to not disturb the others in the car, receiving a hum in acknowledgment. “how much longer until we reach the rest stop?”
you see soobin check the gps that sits on the dashboard for a second. “like 45 more minutes? do you have to use the bathroom?”
you shake your head in response before remembering that he can’t see you with his eyes on the road. “no, i was just curious.”
sighing quietly, you shift again, feeling your eyes already starting to droop. you can’t fall asleep while sitting up and you pout a bit, realizing that you have no other choice. you tap taehyun’s arm a few times to check if he’s asleep and thankfully they blink open after the fourth tap, reaching up to remove one of his earbuds.
“what’s up?” he asks, voice a bit drowsy. you feel a little bad, realizing that he was probably half-asleep, so you shoot him an apologetic smile.
“i was wondering if i could lay back so i can nap?” you sound a little timid, but relief fills your chest as he simply nods, opening his arms slightly so you can lay back against his body. you flash him a little sleepy smile as you mutter out a thanks before letting your eyes flutter shut. finally.
you feel taehyun’s arms circle around your torso to hold you steady and let your body relax, your muscles beginning to untense from your previously uncomfortable position. letting your head rest back against his shoulder, you scoot up a bit to get cozy. you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin from over your thin sweater, trying not to think too much about your current position. taehyun is your friend. he probably isn’t thinking anything of it, so you shouldn’t either.
but how can you not when he exhales lowly into your ear as you shift a bit, his fingers lightly drumming on your stomach mindlessly? how you feel him adjust his hips in a way that presses against your ass just right?
your body flashes with a wave of heat, your face growing warm as you pretend to drift off to sleep. you try to tell yourself that he probably doesn’t realize how his dick rubs against your core with every bump in the road—that he doesn’t realize how you feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every pothole, every turn.
and then you feel it. something poking against your heat through your shorts. he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either, biting your lip to keep in any noises as he adjusts his hips again. his arms are tight around your waist, your hand coming to hold onto his arm in acknowledgment. no words are spoken, but you hear him sigh lowly as you test the waters, just barely rocking your hips against his crotch. pleasure fills your body at the movement, feeling yourself start to drip through your shorts—you’re glad you chose to wear an all-black outfit.
taehyun’s hips slightly buck up against your core, the fabric of your panties brushing against your clit, and you let out a quiet, restrained noise—soobin’s music is just loud enough to cover up the sound. your entire body is warm as taehyun gently moves you back and forth over his erection by his hold on you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. he presses you down harder and you bite your lip to stop any noises, grinding down on his lap to chase that feeling building up in your stomach.
“taehyun, have you seen this—” taehyun’s grip abruptly halts your movement as yeonjun’s voice suddenly fills the space, your body going limp as you feign slumber. “oh, he’s asleep.”
you feel your heart drop in your stomach, your mind growing dizzy at the thought of almost being caught.
“soobin, look how cute they are,” yeonjun speaks and a beat passes before you hear soobin’s laugh and a little ‘cute’. you try to naturally steady your breathing to not give away the fact that taehyun is faintly grinding up into your ass, even with your friend’s eyes on you. your mind is reeling at just how dirty this entire situation is.
a minute passes before taehyun is holding you down against him once again, harder this time. the pants in your ear pick up, a low, stifled moan leaving his lips. it’s all too much, your cunt gushing as he thrusts up into your clothed heat, hitting you perfectly every time.
“i’m gonna cum,” he mumbles lowly in your ear, and the words themself have your pussy clenching, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you as your body tenses up. you shake in his arms as you hear him grunt quietly before feeling a warmth spread underneath you. your body buzzes with ecstasy as you sink back against him, the back of your neck covered in a thin layer of sweat from your ministrations.
taehyun’s chest rises and falls deeply against your back, his hands brushing over your thighs softly before returning to your torso to pull you closer. your eyes open briefly, turning your head a bit to see his flushed state—his bangs stick to his forehead and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. his eyelids are still shut, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks.
“thank you,” he whispers quietly before his eyes open, finding yours easily in the dark of the car. you give him a small smile, your fingers brushing over his forearm before your eyes shut in exhaustion. you have no idea what any of this means, but you’d talk about it once you were alone. feeling his body relax into the seat of the car, you let yourself drift off to the quiet music flowing out of the stereo.
kang taehyun x fem!reader (choi yeonjun x fem!reader) , tags: non idol au , friends to lovers , one-sided crushes , pining , fluff , nsfw , angst , friend!taehyun , bff!yeonjun , roommate!yeonjun , college au , one-sided crushes , angst , pink-haired taehyun because why not, reader is a little ditzy but you mean well!! , pwp
warnings: smut (minors dni) , cursing , fingering , drinking , service top!taehyun (i need to spread this agenda please hear me out) , unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) , sane and consensual! , car sex (i have an obsession) , reader is going thru it
"in these stolen moments, the world is mine. there's nobody here—just us together. keepin' me hot like july forever."
a/n: hiii it's been a while! i've had this in the drafts for a little bit and i finally finished it yayyyy!! also happy 520+ in just a little over a month??? ily guys with all of my heart :,,,) i hope u enjoy!!! (this has only been proofread once so plz excuse any mistakes!)
wc: 8.17k
you’ve never been a fan of pancakes. in fact, you had even won an online debate about how waffles are the better breakfast food back in middle school on some weird forum site. pancakes are just too starchy, too flimsy, and way too bland. you’d rather eat sand than willingly go out of your way to devour a plate of pancakes.
but as yeonjun hand feeds you a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made for your “friendiversary” (the friendship anniversary that you guys celebrate every year), you decide right then and there that you have become a pancake connoisseur—a devotee… a fanatic, if you will.
you hum in delight, clapping your hands in appreciation as you chew the slice of doughy goodness. yeonjun watches your reaction with hopeful eyes—those fox-like eyes, shining as the daylight from the kitchen window hits his irises, a chocolate brown ring hidden in the center. you think you can get lost in them forever: the way they bunch up when he smiles widely, the way his eyelashes frame them beautifully, the way they seem to display any and every emotion he feels. those captivating, enchanting eyes.
“does it taste okay?” yeonjun asks, his soft voice snapping you back into reality. you’re nodding quickly before you even realize it, giving him two thumbs up as you swallow the food.
“i didn’t know you were a pancake expert,” you joke, picking up your own fork to grab a strawberry off of your plate. yeonjun shakes his head with a faint smile, pushing around the food on his plate as he watches you eat.
“i just threw some things together. guess i’m just a natural, huh?” his voice is filled with feign cockiness and you find yourself giggling at the way he leans back in his seat with his arms behind his head like some 90s chick-flick jock.
he looks especially good today—you don’t know if it’s just the warm feelings surrounding your friendiversary, or if it’s the way the sun rays frame his figure, creating a halo effect around his body. he’s perfect in your eyes; his black hair falls beautifully around his face, and his cheeks are naturally flushed pink from the warm air of your shared apartment. his lips are glossy with some syrup residue and you wish for nothing more than to kiss it off of him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as your hands find their way to his—
“—ift today, so i have to go in. i’m really sorry, y/n.”
you blink, tilting your head a bit as you rip your attention from his lips. “sorry, what did you say?”
yeonjun sighs with a small, apologetic smile, bouncing his fork in his hands. “there was no one who could cover my shift for our friendiversary, so i still have to work today.”
his voice is filled with so much guilt, and despite the deep disappointment you feel in your chest, you don’t want to make him feel any worse. he doesn’t deserve to feel that way. you guys have celebrated your friendiversary every single year for the past decade and a half. from visiting the aquarium in sixth grade, to go-karting in ninth, to climbing onto the rooftop of your apartment complex to stargaze last year; you guys have done it all. there’s nothing wrong with cutting one short, right?
“oh, that’s okay! i… i still have some cramming i need to do, so that’ll definitely keep me busy.” you wave your hand to dismiss him with a small smile before quickly spooning another strawberry into your mouth to cover up the falter of your lips. yeonjun’s shoulders untense with relief, nudging your foot under the table—the action is quick to summon butterflies in your stomach, a small warmth rising to your face from the short contact.
“i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?” and any hint of dismay in your body dissipates with the lopsided smile he sends your way, too distracted by the fluttery stuttering of your heart and the way those eyes glimmer in the morning sunlight.
“i’m going to die.”
“you’re not going to die.”
“yes, i am. i’m going to die and it’ll be all your fault.”
taehyun deadpans you as you dramatically drape yourself across the library table, whining with your cheek pressed against the cool wood. today was supposed to be your friendiversary, and now here you are, face to face with your friend (and calculus tutor) in your stuffy campus library.
you mentally curse the current recession—yeonjun could’ve had the day off to cuddle and watch movies with you, but now he’s holed up in a dumb, understaffed clothing store.
on top of it all, calculus seems to always have the ability to literally melt your brain through your ears, feeling yourself growing more and more delirious with every number and formula you write down. there’s a reason why you’re an english major.
taehyun simply watches you throw your contained fit, his demeanor blank with the slightest hint of amusement—he’s definitely used to it by now. with one final huff, you lift your head up, grabbing your pencil with vigor as you straighten your back.
“okay, let’s do this.”
a tiny puff of laughter fills the space around you as taehyun’s lips quirk up at your immediate change of pace, his eyebrows raised with entertainment.
“you sure you don’t need another minute?” he teases you with a sly smile and you give him a tiny glare in return.
“not everyone is a mathematical nerd like you, kang,” you retort, but the words are light and airy—it’s easy to banter with taehyun. you’ve known him since your freshman year, meeting him by chance at this exact library during exam season. you approached him first—he had on a t-shirt of a band you like a little too much and with your extroverted nature, you cracked through his shell quickly.
you two would be complete opposites if it weren’t for the fact that you have so much in common with each other. he’s like the less talkative, “critically thinking”’version of you—he balances you out perfectly and you’re incredibly thankful to have a friend like him. he’s always open to listen to your rambling, help you out when you’re struggling in one of your classes, and provide silent company when you don’t want to be alone.
you’re especially grateful that he willingly offered to help you prepare for your upcoming exams, knowing how scatterbrained you get when it comes to studying—and by the time it hits 5 p.m, you’re officially burnt out, unable to intake any more explanations of radians and whatnot.
taehyun notices your attention drifting as you chew on the end of your pen, a tiny and fond smile falling onto his face.
“how about we call it a day?” taehyun asks as he closes his textbook. you immediately brighten up, nodding aggressively—taehyun quietly laughs at your enthusiasm.
“wanna get something to eat? i think i’m actually going to die after all of this now.” you motion to the mess of paper and notes in front of you, hearing taehyun hum in agreement. you pack up quickly as you randomly stuff your papers into their proper (see: random) folders, ready to get some food in your stomach as you tell taehyun about this new show you’ve started watching. he listens intently, nodding along to your breakdown of the plot—you speak way too fast for anything to be even the slightest bit comprehensible, but your eagerness makes up for any lost translations.
the air is warm on your skin when you exit the library, soaking up the heat as you fall into step with taehyun next to you. as brutal as finals season is on you, it does leave one positive in your mind—summer is coming.
you had planned a trip with yeonjun to your hometown for the first few weeks of summer—just the two of you with no distractions of work and assignments. alone. together. you were going to confess during this trip; you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t chicken out this time. you have liked yeonjun for years, ever since middle school, but you’ve been too afraid of losing him to actually tell him the truth about your feelings—but this is it. this will be the summer you tell him everything. you beam at the thought, already feeling giddy at just the idea.
“watcha thinking about?”
taehyun’s inquisitive voice enters your ears and you turn your head to look over at him. he’s already watching you, his big eyes focused on the goofy smile on your face. your neck heats up with embarrassment at the prospect of being caught daydreaming about your best friend, shaking your head.
“nothing, really. i just love when the sun’s out,” you speak, looking up to the clear sky as you silently applaud yourself for that on-the-spot excuse. you can still feel taehyun’s eyes on your face, but you brush it off as your phone rings in your hand.
you look down at the caller i.d., your heart jumping at the giant display of letters that spell out “junnie bug”. his contact photo takes up your entire screen and you’re sure taehyun sees it as well—it’s a selfie yeonjun took when he used one of your hello kitty headbands to wash his face, his lips puckered up in a kissy face with a v by his eyes, winking at the camera. god, he’s so cute.
quick to answer the phone, you press the device to your ear with a small smile on your lips, muttering out a quiet hello.
“hey, where are you right now?”
you scan the area, realizing you’re closing in on one of the campus restaurants, one you and yeonjun frequent weekly.
“i’m about to grab dinner. why?” the line is quiet for a beat as you hear some shuffling and jingling before yeonjun finally responds.
“i got off early! come eat with me. i brought your favorite~” yeonjun sing-songs through the speaker of your phone. you pout a bit, glancing up at taehyun whose hands are shoved in his pocket as he looks off into the distance, giving you privacy to speak.
“i’m actually with taehyun right now…”
yeonjun makes a small, whiny sound, quick to intervene. “but it’s our friendiversary! plus, i have something i’ve been waiting to tell you.”
your heart stops in your chest for a moment as the words reach your ears, feeling the world around you slow down.
yeonjun has something to tell you.
he has something he's been waiting to tell you.
you try not to overthink it, but you can’t stop the conclusion from jumping into your head.
he’s going to confess. he’s going to confess!
you bite back a small squeal as you gain your composure, your eyes flickering over to taehyun once again. he’s a few steps behind you and you already feel bad for what you’re about to do—but yeonjun has something to tell you and your best friend always comes first.
(especially when he’s going to confess to you!)
“okay, i’ll be there soon! love you, junnie.”
“love you too. see you in a bit.”
and then the line goes silent. you try to hide your wide grin as you turn on your heel towards taehyun who stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side at your excited demeanor.
“hey, can we make a reign check? i’m really sorry,” you pout as you speak, but taehyun doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, nodding his head.
“yea, that’s okay. seems like you have somewhere important to be.” the small smile he gives you seems a little forced, but you’re too blinded by the excitement pooling in your gut to linger on it. you make a small happy noise, reaching out to pat taehyun’s arm softly.
“i’ll pay for dinner next time—pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky and taehyun’s eyes follow your hand, smiling a bit at the action.
“what, are we twelve?” he teases and you huff, gently jabbing your pinky into his arm.
“pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust and commitment!” you declare with a self-assured nod. taehyun hesitates for a moment as he gives you an unreadable look before his warm pinky hooks onto yours, your thumbs pressing together in a silent seal.
“thank you, kind sir,” you say in a horrible british accent and the corners of taehyun’s eyes crinkle in that darling way they do when he smiles. “i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, bye!”
if taehyun watches your figure retreat until you’ve disappeared around the corner of the communications building, and a short while after you’re already gone—well, that’s for only him to know.
you’re nervous, you realize as you wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt, taking in a deep breath as you stand outside of your apartment. one would think you’d be prepared for this, considering how many sleepless nights you’ve tossed and turned imagining this exact moment. the exact moment when yeonjun tells you, to your face, that he has been in love with you for years—and you would confirm that you feel the same way, and all would be well and dandy and you’d finally be able to breathe.
but your breath gets caught in your lungs the moment you see yeonjun sitting on the couch with a movie paused on the screen, all of your favored dishes from your favorite takeout place laid out in an array on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. time moves in slow motion when his head turns towards you as you walk through the front door, those butterflies making their way back to your belly the moment his eyes lock onto yours.
he’s always so gorgeous—even after being on his feet for hours due to his long shift, he still manages to look positively effortless. his plush lips are slightly parted in a wide smile as he beckons you over, his hair bouncing on his forehead at the movement. he’s shining, the sunset casting a wonderful glow over the living room, making his pristine skin look even more angelic than it usually does.
you’re in love. you’re absolutely, absolutely enamored with the man in front of you.
it’s like a scene in a movie as you take a seat on the couch next to him, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders, pulling you into a tight side hug and… oh goodness, he smells so amazing. he’s had the same signature scent for years—a sweet grapefruit with hints of cedar and black currant. intoxicating, alluring. you subtly inhale as you bury your face in his shoulder, letting yourself bask in his warmth. his comfort.
you feel his body rumble with quiet laughter at the way you cling to him, his free hand coming up to pinch your cheek fondly.
“hello to you too,” he speaks and you pop your head up to smile at him.
“i missed you. i think i lost half of my sanity after that study session,” you mumble as you pull your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself closer to yeonjun’s side.
“wasn’t taehyun there to help, though?” yeonjun questions as he massages the back of your neck. you hum in response, your eyes slipping shut as your body relaxes.
“he’s the only reason i didn’t actually go insane,” you groan and yeonjun laughs a bit at your theatrics. “but enough of that. it’s friendiversary time!”
you try to ignore the anticipation bubbling in your chest as the night goes on. yeonjun seems to have pushed the “something” he’s been “waiting” to tell you to the back burner of his mind, laughing and joking around as per usual as some corny 2000s chick flick plays on the t.v. screen. you’re painfully aware though, your eyes glancing over at him during every bout of prolonged silence, trying to egg him on with subtle words—and by the time the movie finally ends, you think he’s forgotten completely.
but then he turns his body towards you, and if you weren’t already hyperfocused on his entire presence, you would’ve missed the way he takes a subtle deep breath, silently preparing himself for whatever he’s about to tell you. naturally, your body faces him as well, your hands in your lap as you dismiss the rapid pounding of your heart in your chest.
it’s finally happening.
yeonjun cracks a small smile to break the growing tension in the room and you swoon at the way his cheeks bunch up in that adorable way they do.
“soooo,” he starts and you can’t help but to smile a bit at his unusually awkward demeanor—choi yeonjun, you’re choi yeonjun, is actually nervous right now. something about it makes you feel a little fluttery; just the sight of his face reddening makes your stomach flip. he’s so cute.
“soooo…?” you echo, nudging his knee with yours. he chuckles a bit, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck.
“remember how i said there’s something i’ve been waiting to tell you?” he speaks slowly as if he’s thinking of every word he says before they exit his mouth. you nod, trying to hide your growing grin. “so, um…”
this is it. this is it. your days of pining are finally over. you’ll be able to kiss, hug, and love yeonjun all you want, as loudly as you want. you’ll finally be his.
“i think i’m going to throw up from the suspense,” you blurt out and your words help to lighten the mood, yeonjun laughing again as his hand drops back down to his lap.
“i guess i’ll just say it then,” he inhales once before his next sentence tumbles off of his lips like an avalanche, destroying your world with every passing millisecond. you’re dunked underwater as your breath hitches in your throat, your hearing muffled as you watch yeonjun’s lips move, but none of it reaches your ears.
you can’t think. you don’t want to think. it’s all too sudden and you feel your hands tremble slightly in your lap as yeonjun’s eyes fill with adoration as he talks about the girl from his fashion department.
“we’re official. me and eunbin… we’re dating.”
he’s so happy as he lulls on about the exact moment everything happened; the way her eyes lit up, the way she jumped into his arms, the way she kissed him on the lips. how she’s so smart and mature. how she’s beautiful and confident and charming in every way. how she’s exactly what he needs at this point in his life.
how she isn’t you.
you have always kind of been aware of the fact that the girl had a crush on yeonjun. she’d always be by his side walking through campus, hanging off his arm like a koala, overly affectionate with skinship. but yeonjun was friendly too, and he’s touchy with all of his friends—it’s his love language. you’ve never thought too much of it seeing as yeonjun always returns home to you. cuddling you at night when you can’t sleep. cooking you breakfast and dinner almost every day. matching outfits with you. staying up late to talk with you.
you were just too stupid—too naive… too blinded by your own infatuation with the man to realize that his eyes weren’t set on you this entire time. you were just his comfort. his roommate. his best friend. and nothing more.
you aren’t sure if you’re still present in your body—it feels as if you’re watching the entire scene from afar, somewhere high up in the clouds. away from yeonjun. away from yourself.
you want to cry, already feeling a lump form in your throat as your waterline burns with tears, but yeonjun’s smile is the widest you’ve seen it be in a while, and those eyes… those same eyes you’ve found yourself getting lost in one too many times… they’re so big and bright tonight as he rambles on about this girl. this girl who is everything you’re not.
it feels as if your heart shrivels up and falls into your stomach right then, fighting to make a smile form on your trembling lips. you want to be joyful for your best friend—you really do—but it just hurts so, so much and you’re about to break at any second.
“i’m so happy for you, junnie,” you mumble out quietly, positive that if you speak any louder, your voice will crack and give it all away. yeonjun directs that endearing smile your way and you feel your heart break even more.
“thank you, y/n. you’re… you’re the first person i’ve told so i was a little nervous. thank you, really.” yeonjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into a hug. it should’ve been warm and cherished, filling you with nothing but precious feelings—but you can’t help that ice-cold feeling that washes over you as you inhale his citrusy cologne, patting his back with a shaky hand. when he pulls away, he has this little dazed smile on his face—he’s definitely thinking about her—and your gut churns with the ickiest feeling you’ve ever felt.
“you know it’s hard for me to open up to people,” he continues, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can sit here while holding in your tears. “but with her, it’s just like… it’s so natural and easy. she reminds me of you, actually. she always understands me in the way that you do.”
no, she doesn’t.
“i’m glad,” you mutter out and he doesn’t even process your short response, too busy lost in thought as he smiles down at his lap.
you can’t. you can’t.
“‘m gonna go to the bathroom,” you speak, standing before he even acknowledges your words. your tears are already falling down your cheeks as soon as you turn your back to him, your legs moving quicker than the speed of light as you shut the bathroom door behind you, letting it all rush out.
you muffle your quick breathing with the sleeve of your sweater so yeonjun can’t hear—you don’t want to ruin this moment for him. he’s still your best friend, and he deserves all of the happiness in the world. but you’re selfish and your heart hurts a little too much; all of those years of pining and chasing…
this truly sucks.
you don’t know how long you sit in there, but it must’ve been long enough for yeonjun to become worried seeing as a knock soon sounds from the door.
“y/n, you okay?”
you quickly pat your cheeks dry with your palm, nodding your head before remembering he can’t see you from the other side of the wall.
“yeah, ‘m just getting ready for bed!” you call out, cringing slightly at your hoarse voice. hearing an affirmative hum from yeonjun in the hallway, you turn on the sink to wash the tear tracks from your face.
now this is definitely a friendiversary to remember.
taehyun has always had a knack for being incredibly perceptive—you like to call it his “kitty senses”, the way his nose twitches cutely when he spots something in the distance, or the way he perks up when he hears something interesting. he always seems to be aware of the space and those around him, noticing the little things, and paying close attention to detail. maybe that’s the reason why he blinks so little; he’s always keeping an eye out for the minuscule things people usually overlook.
so when your laugh isn’t quite as full as it usually is, and your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes, and your fingers keep fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket—taehyun knows something is up.
it’s not like you’re not trying to hide it. you had made sure to put on extra concealer that morning to hide your sleepy eyes from your lack of sleep, which is useless because already sure you’ll be crying it off by the end of the day. you try to joke around with taehyun as usual, but you can’t seem to stop your mind from drifting.
it hurts—it hurts so bad, and as much as you wish to just accept reality and move on, some part of you still wants to believe that this is all a dream. some horrible, horrible joke the universe decided to play on you. you just want it to all be over.
taehyun’s over at your place today. yeonjun has work until 6 and you really don’t think you can bring yourself to leave the dark, brooding coven that has become your bedroom, so you came up with a flimsy excuse of the library being too hot to study in today.
“let’s take a break,” taehyun’s voice sounds from your desk, successfully making you look up from where you’re laid stomach down on your bed. in all honesty, you’ve been repeatedly reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes, drawing the conclusion that you’re definitely not going to get anything done today.
you sigh with a small nod, moving to sit crisscross as you shut your laptop, feeling your shoulders slump. taehyun’s watching you—you can feel his eyes follow your movement as you move your laptop to your bedside table, your lips adorning a permanent frown.
you don’t even bother to check your phone as you flop backward onto your bed; it’s not yeonjun’s fault that you feel this way—you know that. he’s not responsible for the way your stomach swoops when he smiles, or the way your skin tingles when his hand lingers on your face for a little too long. it’s your fault for jumping to conclusions, for seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.
it’s your fault for falling for him so hard.
and here comes that feeling again; that lump in your throat, the churning of your insides, the sting behind your eyes. too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t process the dip in your bed as taehyun takes a seat next to you.
“are you alright?”
his voice is oh so soft as you turn your head to look at him—those big eyes scan over your body as he tries to read what’s wrong, seeing his kitty senses working a thousand miles a second. you catch the way his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch you, but his body is stiff with uncertainty.
you almost want to cry simply at the way he so obviously cares, his brows knit together, eyes searching yours for an answer you aren’t giving him. he’s lovely, you render, as you scoot over to give him some space to slip in next to you as you curl up to his side. it’s nothing new; you’re used to sharing a bed with taehyun to get in quick power naps during cramming, or to scroll through your phones in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
but something feels different this time as he wraps his arm around you, his fingers tickling your arm. your head rests on his shoulder while your index finger draws random patterns on his chest, his black t-shirt bunching and scrunching up with the movement. it’s quiet as he strokes your arm, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise to your sensitive skin. you don’t realize how bad you need this—the warmth of his body is so nice and you can already feel your walls coming down as you sniffle, a few tears escaping your eyes.
“‘m gonna get your shirt all wet,” you mumble, and taehyun just laughs a bit, resting his head on top of yours.
“i don’t mind,” he replies quietly and you immediately break, the dam collapsing as your tears soak into his shirt, accepting all of the untamed emotions running wild inside of your body. taehyun holds you silently and gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt at solace.
heartbreak is a weird, weird thing. it feels like you’re yearning for something that you know you’ll never have. craving the touch of someone you’ll never be able to hug and kiss and love in the way you want to. you don’t believe you’ve ever felt anything like this before.
so you let yourself cry, and cry, and cry as taehyun nuzzles his cheek into your hair—a silent reminder that he’s still right here next to you.
he doesn’t ask any questions, and in a way, you’re thankful for that. what would you even say? your bestfriend broke your heart even though you guys were never together in the first place? it sounds ridiculous in any way you can think of wording it, so you bask in the silence as you let everything out.
by the time your tears slow down, your fingers are clenching the front of taehyun’s shirt like a lifeline… and he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need. you don’t know what you have ever done to deserve a friend like him. always ready to catch you when you fall, giving reassurance when you need it, and always prepared to lend a helping hand.
you find yourself lifting your head to find taehyun’s eyes already on you, his hand slipping from your arm to your waist at your movement. his eyes are clouded with apprehension, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess right now with your swollen eyes and tear-stained skin. but there is something left unsaid in the air as your eyes trail down to his pink lips; his hand grips your waist a little tighter, his big eyes flickering quickly between yours.
his eyes are different than yeonjun’s—while yeonjun’s are filled with memories of home and familiarity, taehyun’s are present and swirling with unadulterated want. he wants to be here with you.
everything is muted save for your air conditioning, the quiet hum from the fan of taehyun’s laptop sitting on your desk, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.
you shouldn’t do it. you know this is a bad, bad, bad idea. you’re still not over yeonjun—you’re not ready to move on yet. but that feeling of heartbreak and pure longing wraps around your brain and you just need something, someone to make it all pause. the feeling of taehyun’s hand on your waist is grounding as his thumb brushes over your your clothed skin, his dark brown irises still fixated on you, waiting. and waiting. and waiting.
your lips are on his before you can give anything another thought.
he kisses you as delicately as he holds you, giving you the lead, and allowing you to take whatever you want from him. his lips are incredibly soft—you taste his vanilla and peppermint chapstick on your tongue, getting lost in the slightly tingly sensation. your mind is hazy as your hand trails up from his chest to the side of his neck, feeling his pulse under the pads of your fingers, pressing closer to him to deepen the kiss.
his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in silent permission and you gladly give in, parting your lips for him. a quiet moan slips out as his free hand tugs your thigh over his waist, moving you to straddle him. his body is firm and sturdy underneath you, your hands falling to his shoulders as you steady yourself.
it should end here… it really should—but then taehyun tilts his head and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and his hands are so heavy and pleasant on your waist and you’re reminded of citrus and home and…
he pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stares up at your figure.
“y/n…”
his breathy voice quickly makes you come to your senses.
guilt overrides your body as you realize—you just took advantage of your friend’s kindness and company, all because of your own stupid feelings. a grave emotion washes over you as you shake your head, quickly moving off of his body as taehyun sits up.
because only then does it dawn on you that you were pretending taehyun’s lips were yeonjun’s.
“hey, hey, it’s okay—”
“no, i can’t—fuck, i’m so sorry, taehyun,” you spill out as you climb off of him, creating distance between the two of you, unable to meet his hurt eyes. you don’t want to cry again, but the stinging behind your eyes comes back in full force. the shame is too much; taehyun is so kind and you just—you used him for temporary validation. “you should… you should go.”
taehyun is silent and you see him nod in the peripheral of your vision, lingering for a second before he slips off of your bed. he’s quiet and quick as he collects his things, and your eyes only watch his figure once his back is turned toward you. you try to pretend you don’t notice the weighted gaze he gives you before leaving.
it’ll give you one less thing to cry about tonight.
you need another drink.
the slight buzz in your body is not enough to blur out the sight in front of you as you lean against the wall holding a plastic cup tightly in your hand. you’ve never really had a problem with pda—if couples want to show their admiration for each other in public, then so be it. it isn’t any of your business, truly.
but now, your stomach seems to lurch as you watch eunbin kiss up yeonjun’s neck, sitting prettily in his lap on the living room couch as yeonjun smiles that perfect smile at something she whispers in his ear. theoretically, you can simply look away, or walk away, even—but your feet stay planted where they are as your hands shake slightly.
you aren’t sure how long heartbreak is supposed to linger, or how long it should take before you stop thinking about how that could’ve been you… should’ve been you. jealousy is one hell of an emotion, and you try your absolute best to keep it at bay; yeonjun owes you nothing, but the spite eats away at you as you bring your nearly empty drink back up to your lips.
a body shuffles up next to you, but you don’t pay them any mind, your ears ringing with the pulse of the music reverberating through the walls. you’re definitely not drunk enough to enjoy the atmosphere, too hyperfocused on the way yeonjun’s head tips back in a hearty laugh as eunbin swats at his chest playfully.
“you look like you need some air.”
your head whips to the side at the words, coming face-to-face with taehyun, his eyes holding a type of intensity you’ve never seen before. a dejected laugh leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, nodding slightly in response.
“yeah, i probably do.”
taehyun’s hand is slipping into yours before you can even process his grip, tugging you towards the front door of the house. there aren’t too many people in the front yard—just a small group passing a blunt on the porch, someone in an intense argument on the phone, and a few people loitering by their cars.
you follow taehyun to the steps of the porch, taking a seat on the cement. it’s dark out, but the air is still slightly humid, making your skin feel sticky and warm. taehyun’s hand is still in yours as you scoot closer to him to allow some people to walk up the other half of the steps, your thigh pressing against his.
he’s silent as he looks ahead, and you can feel tension filling in the space around you both. it’s been a couple of weeks since you two have spoken—you’ve felt too guilty to face him after that kiss, but now you find yourself looking over at his figure. maybe the alcohol is working better than you thought.
his brows are slightly furrowed, one of his legs bouncing up and down incessantly. the low glow of the porch light illuminates him in a way that makes it impossible to look away, your eyes trailing from his cat-like eyes, to the slope of his nose, to his soft lips.
his soft lips.
you rip your eyes away from them. you aren’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“y/n, did i do something wrong?” taehyun questions quietly, his eyes finally landing on your face. there’s something cloudy and uncertain behind them, something that you can’t quite put a name to.
“no, taehyun, you didn’t—it’s not your fault. i’m just…” you sigh, your gaze focusing on the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “there’s a lot on my mind right now.”
taehyun nods slowly, turning his head away from you again.
“is there anything i can do to help?”
he doesn’t mention the kiss. he doesn’t mention the way you’ve practically been avoiding his existence.
you don’t know if it’s your tipsy state, or if it’s the way his body heat radiates onto you or the way his eyes flicker back up to yours when you’re quiet for a second—but then you catch the way they travel down to your lips and you’re in the backseat of his car in the blink of an eye.
it’s warm, too warm, as you straddle his lap, your hands tangled into his hair as he kisses down your neck, hands on your hips to steady you. you don’t want to think anymore—you don’t want to hang onto something you’ll never have.
so you let taehyun distract you at this moment.
“you can use me however you’d like,” he breathes out heavily as your hands come to rest on his chest. “use me to get over him.”
your body stiffens as the words slip out of his mouth, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the car.
“how… how did you…?” your voice is breathless as you trail off, the corners of his lips quirking up into a sad smile.
“i’ve always noticed the way you look at him, y/n.”
your eyes are unfocused in the low light as you gaze at taehyun’s state, his pupils blown wide in the darkness of the car, only a side of his face lit up golden from the street lights outside. his lips are bright pink and bitten raw, his fading pink hair messy and falling onto his forehead in fluffy waves. he’s always been gorgeous, a fact you could never deny, but in this moment, he looks absolutely unreal.
sudden guilt fills your chest at the thought, shaking your head quickly.
“i can’t do that to you, taehyun,” you replied weakly. he’s shaking his head now, his big hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your soft skin delicately.
“i want you to. i hate seeing you like this,” his hand drops down to cover one of yours, feeling his chest rise and fall under your palm. “i’ll do anything you want me to, y/n. you just have to say the words.”
his voice is low and faint, gazing at you with his pretty brown eyes. they flicker in between yours, trying to read the emotions on your face in the limited light. you nibble on your lip as you feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, your mind scattered and dizzy.
“please. let me help you.”
a hot flash courses through your body at the pure desperation in his voice—and something in you snaps at that exact moment, your lips crashing onto his vanilla and peppermint ones. the kiss is messy and feverish as your hands run up and down his torso, teeth clashing with the vehemence of it all. you feel his hands drop to your hips, holding you down onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, running across your teeth, swiping across your lips. he tastes like cheap liquor, and you’re sure you do too, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.
you press down on him, your hands running over his toned stomach, up to his pecs, over his shoulders; anything you can reach. you shut your mind off, not letting yourself focus on anything other than taehyun taehyun taehyun taehyun.
he’s moving you, you realize as your back presses against the cool leather of his back seat. he doesn’t break the kiss once as he hovers over you, hiking your skirt up to run his hand up your leg, running his nails over the sensitive skin of your thigh. you allow your legs to fall open so he can comfortably slot himself in between them, feeling his bulge press against your pulsing core just right.
a faint gasp leaves your lips as he grinds against your clothed cunt, already feeling yourself leaking through the thin fabric. one of your legs wraps around him to pull him even closer to you, drowning out all of your senses with the scent of his cologne, his hair tickling your cheek as he kisses down your neck. his hand leaves your thigh to slip under your top before his fingers dance over your stomach, brushing over your bra—admiring every inch of you as you arch up into his touch.
“tell me what you want, baby,” he pants against your neck, nipping the flesh there. you stifle a moan as his fingers brush over the wet spot on your panties. “come on, use your words.”
“i want… fuck—i want your fingers in me.”
he’s quick to obey, pushing your panties to the side to rub his middle finger up and down your dripping slit, a low groan leaving his lips as your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the pink strands to hurry him up.
you moan softly as he slips his first finger in, curling it upwards as he pumps in and out of your clenching hole. the car is filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt, his heavy pants, and your moans as he finger fucks you, slipping in another two easily with how wet you are. his fingers are incredibly long and slender, reaching parts of you that you’ve never been able to hit by yourself.
when his lips find yours again, it’s much slower, his fingers matching the restrained pace as he kisses you deeply, devouring all of your little noises. your hips buck up as his thumb rubs circles onto your swollen clit, your fingers tightening in his hair.
he seems to be in no rush as he takes you apart slowly, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly as you leak onto his seat, body shaking with pleasure. there’s a small smile resting on his lips when he pulls back to peer down at you, taking in the way your lips part and your brows furrow as he speeds up, pressing down on your clit just right.
you can’t control the noises leaving your lips as you grind onto his hand, chasing your high as he pumps into you. his actions don’t slow down when he moves up to capture your lips again, curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb rubs your clit. you grab his biceps, needing something to ground you as you feel your impending orgasm rushing upon you.
“taehyun—fuck, ‘m cumming…”
he swallows all of your moans as you tip over the edge, your back arching up into his hold as white fills your vision. you can hear the gentle praise leaving his lips through the ringing of your ears, your body left feeling fuzzy and warm as his fingers slow before gradually pulling out of your sensitive hole.
“so good for me,” he mutters against your lips, his own traveling down your jaw. you feel dizzy as you catch your breath, leaning into his touch.
“i need you,” you mumble as he lifts his head to catch your gaze. he looks completely enamored, his big eyes glossy, reflecting the light from the street lamps outside. “i need you in me. fuck me, taehyun.”
he smiles before sitting back to undo his pants. “anything you want, baby.”
it’s all a blur as he’s back on top of you again, his length hard and throbbing against his stomach as he captures your lips again. his hands roam every piece of your skin he can touch, sucking marks onto your collarbone. claiming you.
you reach down to grab his heavy dick in your hand, stroking him a few times. he sighs lowly in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement that just turns you on even more. it’s hard to be patient when taehyun is bucking up into your hand, your mind clouding up by his hot tongue trailing over your skin. he seems to sense your urgency, placing one last kiss on your lips before lining up with your entrance.
“i’ve got you,” he whispers as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against yours. the heat radiating from his body manages to make your clothed, scorching skin even warmer, moaning out softly once you feel him push into you. his eyes flutter shut as you clench around him. “fuck—you feel so good.”
you bite your lip to keep quiet as he slowly thrusts into you, wrapping your other leg around his waist as if it would bring you impossibly closer to him. your fingers tangle gently in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.
soft grunts leave his lips once he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the muffled music in the distance. your eyes are half-lidded as you strain to keep them open, wanting to watch the way his jaw clenches and his brows furrow. it’s all too much as you take in the fluttery tickles of his lips on your cheek and jaw, the way he stretches you out with his thick cock, the way his hands tightly grip onto your waist as if you could disappear at any moment.
every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of his hips snapping against yours perfectly. he kisses you once more before he leans back, hands slipping down your hips to fuck you even harder, the car rocking with his strokes. you can’t control your sounds anymore, getting closer and closer to the edge with every move. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters — his grip on you is tight, and you know there would be marks to cover up by the morning.
“‘m so close,” you squeak out as he intertwines one of your hands, his other forearm resting by your head to lean down to kiss your lips again.
“me too, baby,” he speaks against your lips, his hips stuttering. “you’re so perfect, y/n, fuck.”
you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his words tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as you clench around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action, his moans high and breathy in your ear as you cum together.
it takes you a second to come back to your surroundings, blinking your eyes open to see taehyun watching you, silently stroking your hair. he’s still nestled inside of you, but you don’t really mind. he leans down to capture your lips again—it’s passionate and unrushed as he tries to convey every single emotion he’s feeling, his hands coming up to cradle your face.
you can’t think of anything other than the way your heart flutters as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as his eyes open to gaze into yours.
“thank you,” you whisper, your stomach swooping as he smiles, that dimple on his right cheek peeking out in the darkness.
“don’t thank me,” and his voice is dripping with so much sincerity, you find yourself unable to look away from his eyes, your hand coming up to rest on top of his. with a small giggle, you glance down at your intertwined bodies.
“i think we should clean up,” you speak light-heartedly as your nose brushes taehyun’s, and he lets out a small puff of laughter, nodding in agreement.
you don’t know what any of this means anymore—how your heart flutters at the way taehyun gently cleans you up before pulling you back in his lap to kiss you silly, how he drives you home, walking you up to your door with your fingers interlaced with his. how you linger for a moment, not wanting to leave his side so soon even though you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to unlock the front door.
but all you know is that yeonjun doesn’t cross your mind again for the rest of the night.
genre: smut/angst/thriller, minors dni
summary: you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, especially when it comes to that one boxer you have to look out for.
warnings: gangs/illegal fight club au, enemies to ???, violence (blood/injuries etc.), illegal activities (underground fights/bets/mentions of murder etc.), boxer!taehyun, gang member!reader, reader is a smoker, mentions of alcohol, cursing (a lot), wall sex, soft dom/sub!taehyun, sub!reader, semi-public sex, dacryphilia
important: this is pure fiction. the description of gangs/underground fights n other illegal activities may not be accurate. i am not an expert and i do not present the actual image of any of these topics.
wc: 3,6k
your eyes boringly scan the place as you take a drag from your cigarette, another restless night spent in a dirty arena just to do your job. well, it wasn’t exactly a job but you called it one to make yourself feel a little better. being a criminal was not something that you were proud of.
"would you like to place a bet on the upcoming fight?" an amusing voice hits your ears, your head not even moving an inch. you think for a second before shaking your palm like a princess, signaling the man that you’re not interested. he just huffs, leaving your table.
it’s been a long time since you got into this mess, starting as a poor student who just needed some quick cash. you would’ve never thought that a stupid fucking deal would drag you into being a spy for one of the biggest underground gangs, them entrusting you with watching over their greatest possession - a man named taehyun. it definitely wasn’t a dream come true, but doing this was way better than having to worry about how you’re gonna survive the next day.
you look up at the ring in front of you, searching for a familiar face. the scent of sweat, alcohol and smoke fills your nose and you could swear that if it wasn’t for the fact that you do this daily, you would’ve threw up. you look around around for a second, finally noticing the person that you were trying to find.
kang taehyun, or should you call him the ‘fist of the century’, was getting ready to fight in his corner, eyes burning with determination as he finished up bandaging his fists. oh god, how you hated that man. he was a famous persona, the strongest bare-fist boxer in the whole underground business. he was known for never losing a match and even though everyone loved him, he didn’t seem to care about anything other than his own career. you’ve heard a lot of stories about his cruelty or brutality, and judging by the way he treated his opponents, they seemed true. sometimes you even wondered why he was such an important matter for the gang you were working with. for you, it didn’t matter that he won every single fight, because he was arrogant, cocky and brutal. in your eyes, he was just a pathetic excuse of a man. why would someone even want to protect such a terrible person?
well, sad to say, but you had to do it. you were getting paid for watching over that cocky dick.
a simple ‘fight!’ from the referee awakened you from your thoughts, eyes instantly focusing on the ring in front of you. those illegal matches were a real business and it somehow made you sick. haven’t all these men seen enough? 90% of the audience were gangsters or mafia members, often addicted to gambling. violence was their reality, so you couldn’t quite understand why they would enjoy it in their free time. is this just the pure sight of evil in real life?
“fucking finish him! i can’t lose my bet!” you hear from the table next to you, a desperate old man swinging his hands in the air. you knew he was talking to taehyun, you could tell by the way he was so serious about his money. people always bet crazy amounts of cash on him, he was just that good.
you turn your gaze back to the ring, noticing how a vein popped up on taehyun’s neck. that’s when you knew he’s gonna use his full strength, probably aiming for the liver and then the chin. his moves were smooth, almost calculated and it didn't surprise you. you've watched him fight milions of times.
not even a minute passes by and he does exactly what you predicted, sending his opponent to the ground. the referee starts counting to ten, screams of ‘don’t stand up!’ ‘it’s over!’ echoing in the arena. the other boxer doesn’t bother moving, remaining on the floor with a grimace. it’s a ko, the end of the fight.
you sigh.
will this motherfucker ever lose?
-
another fight, another win. you wonder if he ever gets bored. wouldn’t it be monotonous to never lose? to know that there’s no one who could beat you?
your eyes lock on taehyun as he lets out victorious screams inside the ring, loud cheers for him filling your ears. it’s insane how known he is, how many criminals would die to see him beat somebody’s shit in person.
as he finally leaves the arena, you follow him into his locker room, leaning against one of the lockers as he starts to clean up his fists.
“how can you always win?” you ask, eyes focused on his blood covered bandages. he rolls them into a messy roll, shoving them onto his little shelf.
“why do you even care? it’s not like you’re interested in box anyway” he answers coldly, not paying much attention to your presence. you laugh quietly, pulling out a cigarette.
“i would watch my mouth if i were you” you say, searching for a lighter in your pocket “i’m still the one making sure that nobody tracks you down. you’re not bulletproof, you know?”
“yeah, yeah” he mocks, shoving his things into the box and closing it “keep watching, i’ll keep winning”
oh the arrogance, how original.
taehyun sits on a bench between the lockers, fiddling with a new bandage. you glance at his hands, noticing how injured they were. his knuckles were skinned, fingers covered in cuts and bruises. the inside of his palm wasn’t looking any better, blisters all over it. how hard does he train? or is this just from his fights?
“are you just gonna stare all day or finally leave?” he asks, looking up at you. you take a drag from your cig, smirking at the way his brows furrow.
“what? can’t i just admire the well known kang taehyun?” you tease with irony and he just scoffs in response, not amused by your comment. you both sit in silence for a while, only the sound of your inhales and exhales filling the room. your eyes never leave his hands, carefully watching how he tends his wounds.
“why do you always stare at my injuries so much?” he asks, cutting the thick air with his words “it’s like you’re taking some sick pleasure in it”
your eyes widen slightly, lips forming into a cocky smile.
“sounds funny coming from someone who takes pride in abusing other people” you answer, a hint of annoyance in your voice. it’s just your fucking job, you couldn’t care less about his health. you'd be dead if he got seriously hurt, business is just business.
“abusing?” he laughs ironically, that narcissistic look in his eyes well too known for you “it’s maintaining order. not my fault that these fuckers are so weak”
his words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, reminding you of how much you despised him. you hated the way he was so full of himself and hated the way you had to take care of him even if he treated you like shit. such a shame that you couldn’t just slap him across his stupid fucking face.
“whatever” he adds standing up and approaching you for a second “you’ll never understand it anyway. i don’t even know why you’re here, i can handle myself”
“you’re such an ungrateful bitch” you hiss, putting your lips together in a thin line. your palm was shaking a little, begging you to let your intrusive thoughts win and finally punch him.
“i’m not the one spying on people” he says and turns away from you, leaving the room. you watch as he walks out the door, leaning your whole back against the locker and closing your eyes. the hand in which you hold your cigarette trembles as you bring it to your mouth, taking one last drag before you shove the cig onto the floor. you step on it to put it out, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.
what a fucking asshole.
-
you and taehyun haven’t talked for a month now, you only looking out for his safety. that petty argument you two had wasn’t as small as it seemed, your mind constantly recalling his words. he’s such a dick, acting as if you weren’t the one making sure he doesn’t get fucking killed. it’s just frustrating, it really is.
you swing a glass of whiskey in your hand, playing with the ice in it. you should be at home, but you have to watch another one of his stupid fights. does that man ever take a break? or is he just a masochist?
you laugh quietly to yourself, turning your head to the ring. unfortunately, you lock sights w taehyun, your mouth forming into a grimace as soon as he weakly smiles. you were just about to say something when you noticed the sparkle in his gaze. there was something different in his eyes. was he…nervous?
your brows furrow.
you weren’t sure if it was your subconsciousness playing with you or if you really just witnessed that cocky bitch being nervous. how amazing it didn’t sound, deep down you knew that something was seriously wrong.
and you didn’t like that.
the fights started as usual, taehyun going on with his basic strategy. he was easy to read, always starting his matches by slowly running around the ring and checking out the opponents arm range. and even though he did it today, you sensed that he wasn’t even a little bit focused. his veins weren’t that visible, legs moving unnaturally slow. and it was not a good sign.
you focus on his movements, suddenly hearing a loud thud.
he got hit in the face.
your eyes widen as you instantly stand up, slamming your palms on the table in front of you. this can’t be happening.
you watch as he stumbles back, his mind clearly foggy from the punch. the referee puts his fingers up to start counting down as taehyun shakes his head and fists, signaling that he’s able to continue. few seconds pass as the familiar ‘fight!’ is heard in the arena once again, loud screams and curses filling the whole place. you bite your lower lip trying to remain calm, but there won’t be any peace tonight.
it’s over.
the sound of his falling body echoes in your head, leaving a wave of shock behind. he got hit right in the liver, his knees instantly betraying him as he collapsed on the ground. you don’t know what to do, staring at the scene in disbelief. the referee checks on him for a second and signalises the end of the fight shortly after.
tko.
he lost.
he lost the first fight in his two decades long career
your whole body is paralyzed as you watch him slowly regain consciousness, desperately trying to force himself to stand up. you might hate that man, but you’d be dead if anything happened to him.
he shouts at the people who ran into the ring to scold him and leaves it as soon as possible, not sparing a glance to anyone else, clearly frustrated with this whole situation. you try to shake off the feeling that you shouldn't follow him, but it's too strong. you have to check up on him, you have to make sure he’s fine.
as you approach his locker room, you hear shouts. your feet stop near the door, ears trying to catch and understand the conversation.
“you’re fucking useless! do you know how many people lost their bets today?! how many important clients we lost?!”
“you’re saying that as if i did it on purpose! just fucking leave me alone!”
you hear a loud thud followed by the sound of someone being pushed into a locker.
“don’t start with me you fucking ungrateful kid. you would be dead on the streets without us”
“i didn’t ask for this life, you were the one who killed my parents and purposely spared me. i’m just a toy - a pawn in your fucking sick game. get the fuck away from me”
the door opens with a kick, his manager furiously leaving the room. you flinch slightly and wait for a few seconds before finally letting yourself walk in.
taehyun stands with his back still pressed to the locker, heavy breaths shaking his body. he’s frustrated, closing his eyes as to avoid looking at you.
“why did you lose?” you ask, skipping all the teasing you usually would do
“didn’t you watch the fight?” he growls, his frustration boiling over. you see how he clenches his fists trying to remain calm.
“i did” you agree “but that doesn’t mean that i understood what happened”
his eyes finally open, anger evident on his face.
“he was just fucking better, alright?” he snaps “i lost because i'm fucking pathetic, because i’m weak! is that what you wanted to hear?” he raises his voice slightly
you blink a couple of times, surprised by his sudden outburst. this is the first time he shows you a more vulnerable side of him.
“what?” your tone is almost like a whisper, a hint of disbelief behind it. my god, did you feel bad for him? “i mean, i’m happy to hear those things coming from your mouth, but i don’t think neither of them are true”
his eyes narrow as he takes a deep breath “why am i not surprised that you’re happy to hear that?"
“come on” you scoff “you’re always pissing me off with being so fucking arogant and cold. it’s just good to finally hear you talking about yourself as if you were a failure” you finish with a quiet chuckle, trying to somehow lighten up the atmosphere.
“you know, i’ve always wondered how someone like you could enjoy watching others fail so much” he says, a playfull smile finally tugging at his lips. it’s funny how he was frustrated just a while ago.
“it’s my job” you answer, shrugging “besides, you’re talking as if you’re not the one who takes pride in beating other peoples shit”
taehyuns eyes flash with something unreadable, causing you to curiously tilt your head “at least i have the decency to hide it” he says
you open your mouth to start rambling about how he was such a bad liar and oh he wished you knew how kissable you looked right now. the emotions from the lost fight, the feeling of your presence when he was feeling so fucking weak..it all was too much. his own emotions overwhelmed him, the need to finally feel any kind of closure creeping into his mind. he always bottled up his feelings, always stayed strong focusing only on his career.
but how much longer could he go on? how much longer could he pretend that everything was fine? how much longer could he pretend that he did in fact do all of this for you? he just wanted you to be proud of him, to finally care for him. did you know that? did you notice the painful love he held for you?
he couldn't stop staring as your pretty lips formed into a little pout, continuing your teasing scolding. he was so lost, so alone for such a long time.
he needed a conection.
he needed you.
and it was too tempting, your words becoming a blurry mess as he leaned in closer.
"i don’t even know why we're having this conversation since you’re so-" he finally gives in, roughly cupping your cheeks and crashing his lips onto yours, causing you to stop mid sentence. the kiss is rushed n messy, your eyes widening for a second. it was the last thing you expected and yet you gave in, completely lost in the sensation.
he pulls away after a few seconds just to look into your eyes. his whole face is flushed, pupils searching your face for any sign of discomfort. he knew it wasn't the right to do since he always treated you like shit and he knew he would probably regret it later, but a little voice in his head kept telling him that you needed this conection just as much as him. that you understood.
"t-touch me" you whisper with a quiet gulp and it was all he needed to pull you in for another kiss. you don't know what got into you, your words coming out faster than you thought. maybe it was the fear for his safety or maybe it was the sympathy you felt towards him because of the way his manager treated him, but fuck..you wanted this. badly.
his hands roamed over your body as he hungrily claimed your lips, your fingers rushing to tangle in his hair. he was so eager, so desperate for your touch that it actually made your heart shatter. was he always this lonely? did he even had someone who gave him atleast a little bit of affection?
you whimper as you feel his teeth on your jawline, pulling him even closer to you. fuck, you don’t even remember when was the last time someone touched you like this. so gentle yet desperate, making you feel like some fragile porcelain. it did feel good, it did feel right.
“you’re so kind, so caring even if i treat you as if you were nobody” he whispers into your soft flesh, leaving hickeys all over your neck “need you, need you so fucking much, y/n”
you move your hands to his hips, fingers fiddling with the belt. you’re both impatient, trying to be as close to each other as possible. he smiles slightly into the kiss, helping you take off your own pants and shirt. you pull away for a second, taking in the sight of his flushed, needy face.
“are you sure?” he asks, making sure you’re comfortable. he needed you - yes, but he didn't want this to be just a quick, meaningless fuck “i-i just don’t want you to do this because of-“
“please..” you whisper, placing your finger on his lips “just fuck me, okay?”
you never saw him do something so fast, thick cock filling you up in seconds. he lifted one of your thighs to give himself better access, admiring the way you sucked him in. you weren’t prepared, the stretch making your soaking cunt burn. it hurt like hell, but you couldn’t deny the pleasure.
his head falls onto your shoulder as soon as he finally stretches you out, breathing rapidly n picking up speed. you feel so good, so warm n tight around his length that it drives him crazy. he wants to feel you, he wants to lose himself in your touch like a starved man.
“y/n-“ he whimpers, body pressed flush against yours “t-thank you, thank you so much”
your eyes widen slightly at his words, completely taken aback. you open your mouth to say something, but he slams his hips harder, making you bite down on your lower lip n swallow a moan. you wrap your hands around his nape just to hug him tighter, thighs shaking as he fucks you rough. your mind becomes dizzy in no time, vision slightly blurry as you feel his cock hit that one sweet spot over and over again.
“t-taehyun-!“ you whimper, gummy walls clenching around his length as the knot in your stomach tightens. the way he made you feel as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, thrusts rough but carefull not to hurt you. he was completely focused on your pleasure, you could sense it.
“don’t..please” you hear him whisper back, suddenly feeling something wet on your collarbone. his body shudders with a soft sob as he fucks you harder, desperate to make you feel good “i’m such a terrible person, i don’t deserve this y/n. i really don’t”
you want to say something, but the way he abuses your pretty cunt leaves you speechless, nails digging into his biceps as to comfort him. it was a strange feeling of sympathy, fueled by the tears that fell onto your half-covered body.
“taehyun-ah!, i’m close! so good, ngh-!” you moan, nuzzling your face into his hair “don’t stop, i’m begging you, don’t! fuck, please!”
his pace becomes faster and faster, your eyes rolling back into your scull as you milk his cock dry, finally reaching your orgasm. wet and warm slick drips down your legs but he doesn't stop, overstimulating you to cum himself. it doesn’t take long for him to finally snap, filling you up to the brim. you bite his shoulder to ground yourself, feeling how he slowly fucks his seed back into your swollen folds. when he finally stops, he doesn’t move an inch, still holding his head on your collarbone.
“don’t hate me” he whispers, letting out a shuddering breath “i need you, need you so fucking much it hurts”
your eyes water slightly at his words, mind recalling all the shit his manager said to him when he lost his fight. he might seem cruel and heartless, but he’s just a boy who never experienced love or affection. you felt that in the way he was touching you, desperately trying to hold you by his side.
and in that moment, he did matter to you.
he wasn’t just a part of your job, he was someone you truly cared about.
someone who in the end, needed you the most.
you wrap your hands around his weak body, pulling him as close as you could. his shoulders slightly relax, his body melting into yours.
[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Two]
Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader
Genres: royal!au, fantasy, enemies to lovers, supernatural, romance, angst.
Contains: Profanity, mentions of poison/implications of death, family dysfunction. A lot of bickering/back and forth.
Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist
Chapter Summary: What a conundrum you were in with his sharp wand pointed at you; an expression of disdain in his eyes yet a cocky smirk on his lips. To think, a sorcerer could be so pretty?
You plead the ethereal sorcerer for his help. You just needed him to get you to the border, was that too much to ask? Bickering and arguing, until you realise how incredibly cocky and harsh he is. Would he ever agree to help you?
Perhaps, the ever so subtle softness in his gaze when you cry in desperation, was the hope you needed.
You gaze upon the tall man with an expression akin to a deer about to be eaten by a predator. His slender fingers grasp his wand as he peers at you with an unimpressed expression (albeit, you could tell he was trying his best not to smirk).
It was odd; for a place such as the Woods of Mors, you never expected to see such a…pretty face. His large eyes, sharp nose and sly lips; as though the gods themselves sculpted him.
The man adorns a black cloak; he has laced up boots that reached to the shin. In which you surmise, he is rather intimidating. What was he doing all the way out here?
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” your thoughts shatter as his voice cuts in. You flush; you had spent too long staring. “I asked you a question, didn’t I?” He glares. You huff peering at the greyish leaf litter below, “And I answered, neither.” The pale blond haired male scoffs, “Are you actually stupid, or are you just playing dumb?” He points his wand right at you.
You gasp before standing up with your hands raised beside your head in an action of surrender, “Hey! Hey, I will not touch your precious berries anymore. Put the wand down, please.” His cold gaze meets yours with a small twinkle; is he enjoying this?
His eyes scan down your attire noticing the patches of dirt, mud, some portions slightly torn. A glint of confusion appears in his eyes before he sighs, putting away the wand. Your shoulders relax - perhaps you looked pitiful enough to not be seen as a threat.
Suddenly, the man starts walking towards you in speedy strides and a shriek escapes your lips as you stumble back slightly. To your embarrassment he walks past you to his berries and kneels down, nonchalantly beginning to pick the remainder of the berries.
As he twists the berries off the branches he mutters in complaint, “You’ve gone and eaten all the good berries. I’ve had to deal with animals, and insects, but now a human?” You cross your arms with a glare at his back. What a self-centered, egotistical man!
More importantly, numerous thoughts echo in your mind. Why was there no reverence for your status? Where are the pleasantries and bows? Surely, he couldn’t have been living under a rock? Then again, this place is rather isolated from the kingdom.
Tentatively, you inquire, “Are you not curious as to why I am here?” You were not used to this nonchalance and lack of respect. Why did it irk you? Perhaps it reminded you of Sehun's indifference towards you. Or were you just too vain? You add, “Do you not recognise me?”
A groan escapes his lips and you see him roll his eyes. “You noble types are always so stuck up. Always expecting everyone you see to acknowledge you and know who you are; it’s always the same.” An expression of annoyance crosses your face. Perhaps, he was a teensy bit right in some cases, but you certainly were not!
“You’re probably some prissy duchess or viscountess, parading around as though she were the heir to the throne herself,” he snorts as he continues picking the berries, moving onto another shrub. A scoff escapes your lips as you cross your arms. “And if I am?” He peers over his shoulder annoyed, “You’re what?” You answer, “The crown princess…y/n,” you mutter, “Or well, I was crown princess, to be more accurate.”
His eyes widen for a moment as be arches a brow, “King Dan-Seong, Queen Iseul, they had a daughter? That’s new information…” Just, how out of touch was he? You gawk offended, “What? You only found out now?” Taehyun peers back at the shrubs continuing, “Well, I only knew about their son.”
A moment of silence passes before you hear him snickering. You snap, “What are you laughing about, sorcerer?” The male snickers as it morphs into a cackle, “They banished one of their own heirs? Seems about right. Always knew that kingdom was fucked, since I left.” Your mind is boggled by his words and your eyes widen - how vulgar! He peers at your gobsmacked silence and a sly grin graces his lips, “Oh, can’t the sweet princess handle a few bad words?” You murmur, “I find them to be quite unnecessary.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance, “Of course.”
The sorcerer stands abruptly peering at his basket content with the quantity of berries. He appears to be in a moment of thought before he asks, “Last time I heard, the queen suffered much during her childbirth. How did you appear then?” Your lips part at his bluntness and you murmurs peering away, “I…I was adopted.” His brows scrunch in deep thought, “Adopted? Seems you got thrown back out. Why? You weren’t good enough? Not enough noble blood to rule?” He spits.
A sigh escapes your lips, “…not quite.” He raises a brow before darkly smiling, “I just find it hard to believe the crown princess of Fortuna is here. What’s someone like you doing banished out here?” He outstretches his left arm as if showcasing his surroundings with a twisted pride, “Out here in the Woods of Mors, a place for the wicked scum of the nation.”
Scoffing you respond, “Why don’t you tell me who you are first? Then, I may deem it adequate to tell you.” The sorcerer peers at you unimpressed, “It’s none of your business, sweetheart. Now, answer if you don’t want more trouble for yourself. What if you’re simply lying about being the princess?“
You snap, “Fine. I was adopted by the King and Queen, at the age of six. Since then, I’ve grown up in the palace alongside, Prince Sehun.” The sorcerer stiffens as his eyes darken. “Sehun…ah yes, I’m aware.” You begin explaining his hatred towards you, how you were deemed more fit to rule than he was. How the animosity between you two grew until the point where he became manic. You desperately retell the events in which you were betrayed, imprisoned and escaped through the ancient tunnels in the dungeons.
His eyes glimmer and a serious expression coats his features. You had told him this in the hopes your sob story would incite an ounce of pity from this wretched man. The sorcerer peers at you deeply and you fidget under his intense gaze as he processes the information.
The male snarks, “I’m not surprised by the turn of events. It’s always a competition with you nobles.” He ponders, “Nobility is often dehumanising; shame you all don’t see it.” You glare, “Don’t generalise.”
The man shrugs breaking his gaze away from you, “You know how incredibly lucky you were to be chosen from the bunch of kids? Oh, how the others must have felt. Have you thought about how they’re doing, huh?” A pang of guilt slams into your heart and you snap, “Don’t make me feel bad, you heathen!”
“Heathen? Oh my, I am so hurt,” he drawls amused by your reaction. A sly smirk on his lips seeing you get frustrated. “Truth stings doesn’t it?” Your jaw clenches as you grit out, “You are so infuriating.”
You huff, “You know my life story, sorcerer. What I want to know, is you seem to know the royal family quite well, excluding me.” The male clicks his tongue in irritation, “How observant of you. Well, why do you think, princess? I was exiled.” Now that you think about it, just what type of criminal were you talking to? Oh, why did you have no sense of self-preservation?
You murmur concerned, “You’re a criminal?” He notes your anxiousness before his lips twist in a dark yet mischievous smirk. He begins walking towards you as you step back until you find your back against a tree.
He murmurs standing in front of you, “You really don’t know who I am?” You shake your head, slightly trembling. He peers away with a bitter sigh, “Perhaps, that’s a good thing.” You grimace before he mutters, “So they really erased my father’s legacy, hm? What a shame.” Confusion paints itself on your face.
To your surprise, he backs off giving you space and murmurs solemnly, “I’m just a mediocre sorcerer that was unfortunately banished here by the noble court for supposedly doing something bad. Hm, tragic, no?” He muses cockily and you deadpan exasperated by his arrogant facade and games. Could you believe him?
You observe he seems to be somewhat similar in age to you. “I’ve never seen you at the palace.” He hums, “Have you gone to the sorcerer’s tower?” You shake your head, “Well, I’ve been in there for a few minutes. Sorcery isn’t my…strong suit. People are still wary of it.” The man snorts, “Typical. Well then, you wouldn’t have seen me anyway. But I believe, I had already left before you got adopted,” he utters.
Peering around at the woods, you shudder. Everything looks the same, the trees look menacingly over you both. The mist kisses the floor delicately as it hangs along the tree roots. The woods has numerous supernatural properties which you were not keen on finding out. You question, “How have you remained sane, here? I’m beginning to lose my mind after being here for a mere few hours.”
His answer bamboozles you, “Well, if you didn’t want to be here, then perhaps, you’d go insane.” Your eyes widen, “Are you implying you want to be here?” The sorcerer shrugs, “Well anyway, not like I had a choice, thanks to my father. I suppose it was expected. It’s better than the palace for sure.” You ask, “Your father? Who was he?”
The handsome man groans, “In all your years of elite tutoring, you’d think you would have learnt something; no?” Your eyes narrow. Before you can insult him back he swiftly turns around and begins walking off down the trail.
Wait! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He was supposed to be swayed by your pitiful situation and ask to help you; a damsel in distress! You scramble after him, tugging your gown up to walk faster, “Hey- you- stop!” He grunts, “Don’t follow me. I’ve had a decade of peace. Yet, now here you are.” You snap marching behind him, “I told you already, I am not exiled! Not a criminal like you! I came here of my own volition! I wanted fo-“
“Then that makes you an idiot, princess. Who voluntarily comes to a place where the most dangerous criminals are exiled?” He peers over his shoulder as he storms ahead.
You murmur, “Well, you don’t seem that scary. Mysterious actually.” The male pauses for a moment and glares darkly at you saying, “Look, princess. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t care to reveal anymore about myself. I just needed to ascertain whether you were a threat or not.” His tone is apathetic and has a sharp edge - it hurt you. He mutters to himself, “You royals are always so quick to judge.” Frowning, you question, “Have my family done something to you? My parents are some of the peaceful rulers we’ve had in decades.”
A bitter laugh escapes his lips, “Oh, of course. No, no, keep living in that perfect little bubble of yours, princess.” Abruptly, he turns and continues marching off. No! No! You were going to get eaten alive out here!
The man mutters behind him, “Don’t follow me.” Whining, you plead, “Please, sorcerer. I really have nowhere else to go!” He mutters, “Well, not my problem, shouldn’t have come here.” You huff, “I really need to get to the Kingdom of Luna. Through the Woods of Mors, it’s the shortest route! But I don’t know how to exactly get there and-“ The sorcerer continues walking and you groan gathering the skirt of your gown trying to not trip over the tree roots.
You ramble exhaustedly, “I saw the smoke from what I thought was a chimney-“ Sharply he says, “Shut it, princess. Goodness, you talk a lot.” You stiffen and glare at the back of his head. “Firstly, the smoke is from my home. Secondly, why the hell are you trying to get to Luna? You got bored of this kingdom? Want to marry into their royal family, marry crown prince Choi?” He utters in irritation. You clench your jaw in vexation, “You are the rudest individual I’ve ever met. And that’s saying something since I meet rude people all the time at balls!”
A snort escapes him. “I’ll give you a point for being funny, this one time. But answer the damn question,” he becomes serious once and you scoff, “You- I-“ You continue, “I wish to rally support from our ally kingdom. In order to go against the tyranny that’s taking place.”
A moment of silence occurs as he processes your words, and he condescendingly smirks, “Yes, well, good luck with that then.” He hastens his pace and you yelp, “You! You disgraceful- utter nuisance-” Your voice begins to crack and your eyes glaze over.
You were so desperate. Your legs ached and you were beyond fatigued. You didn’t think you could do this anymore and this sadist was toying with you as if it were some game to him. No wonder he was banished here! The most arrogant and heartless sorcerer you’ve ever met - nothing like the lovely apprentices back at the palace.
You put your pride aside, “Y-You’re the only person here. I know you dislike royalty- that you were wronged in some way and have a grudge.” The sorcerer stiffens peering over his shoulder icily hearing your wavering voice. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being obnoxious, I…just need help. I’m desperate.” Tears slip out onto your cheeks as your hands tremble. His eyes flicker with slight regret.
He stops walking and stands stiffly. He murmurs, “Why should I care? Why do I want to be subjected to messy politics? I live here contently, away from all that.” You flinch and you raggedly snarl, “I want that bastard- Sehun, to go. I’ll do anything!” The man turns himself around still holding the basket with a surprised expression; yet the coldness in his eyes seems to have melted.
Your knees buckle and you kneel in front of him. He steps back startled by your motion. “Please sorcerer, hear my pleas. I…I just need to get to the border of Luna. I want to get my rightful throne back. Avenge my parents. Protect the kingdom,” you passionately plead.
His eyes widen in surprise and he murmurs, “They’re dead?” You grit out tearfully as your hands form fists, “That bastard, poisoned them. My father is dead, my mother is on her last breath.” He peers at you with a dark expression and his fist clenches. “Was it slow poison?” He questions. The man pales and he almost looks anxious. How did he know?
He runs his hand through his pale blonde locks in frustration, “Fuck.” Your heart sinks as he twists away, shaking in anger. Your eyes widen, stammering, “Sorcerer?” You peer at his broad back enhanced by his elegant ebony cloak.
“Taehyun,” he answers sharply. “What?” He exhales deeply, softening his tone, “My name, princess.” Your shoulders relax and eyes glimmer. He turns away beginning to walk off once more and you clamber up, “Hey! Sorc-Taehyun!”
“Keep up,” he bluntly orders not turning back to look at you. “What?” You gawk with narrow eyes. He scoffs, “Keep your pretty mouth shut, and follow me, alright?” A glare encompasses your gaze before you huff following in silence. You observe his initially cold and cocky aura had dissipated, replaced with a sort of solemness. Did you look pitiful enough in his eyes?
A small laugh escapes his lips, “Hm, you can remain quiet for more than a minute.” You glare intensely; frankly you were too tired to argue. He peers over his shoulder checking if you were still there. You give him a snarky smile and he rolls his eyes looking back ahead. You were merely grateful that he accepted your plea.
——•••——
After a few minutes, you find your eyes widening at a clearing. You spot a small house covered in vines, a few piles of firewood here and there alongside several shabby carts, barrels and crates. You’d have thought this place to be abandoned, if it weren’t for the little garden of fruits and vegetables and the glowing lanterns hung around.
“That’s a lot of lanterns,” you murmur. He grins, “Yes, to keep the bloodmoths away.” You stiffen, “The what?” A devious smirk laces his lips, “The bloodmoths. They’re native to this forest of course.” Your eyes narrow, “Aren’t moths attracted to light?” He hums, grabbing a large set of keys from under his cloak to open the front door. Taehyun hums amused, “Oh you sweet thing, I don’t even know how you made it this far into the forest.”
His condescending attitude irks you. He waits for you to step inside and you scoff, “How am I supposed to know?” Taehyun closes the door behind him as he enters. “These moths aren’t ordinary. They like the darkness and are adapted to the dark. Interestingly, they do love to drink blood. Hence the name.” You feel nauseous. “They’re probably the size of your head. Scary right? Then again, that’s not very big.”
You snap, “Are you calling me stupid?” “I’m implying it,” Taehyun hums snarkily, removing his cloak, tossing it aside onto a chair. You peer at his attire, a black shirt with a ruffle under his top button of the collar. It was elegant as it was tucked into his trousers which cinched his waist ever so slightly. If you weren’t in this situation, you’d have mistaken him for a prince. How unfortunate he had such a sour personality.
“Mm, what? You’re admiring me?” He quips with an irritatingly attractive smirk. Unimpressed, you mutter, “Nothing much to look at. I have standards.” He feigns hurt putting a hand over his heart whilst giving you a dark gaze, “Oh pity, you couldn’t find a Prince Charming to come to your rescue, you found me.” You roll your eyes.
Taehyun outstretches his arms, “This here is my humble abode.” You peer around seeing piles of books, a few chairs and a small circular dining table by a window beside the kitchen. On your right was a corner full of books and a shelf filled with potion bottles and a small cauldron. “You can do alchemy?” He shrugs with a prideful smile, “I dabble in a little of everything.” You continue to peer around. It was small, but enough for one person. “This may not be up to your mighty standards. I’m sure you're used to the scale of the palace.” You scoff, “How stuck up do you think I am? This is fine.” Taehyun snarks, “Quite a bit.”
He walks past you placing the baskets down onto the kitchen counter and begins lighting candles around the dim room. A golden hue from the flames illuminates you both. You murmur as you watch him walk around hastily, “So, when are we going to Luna?” Taehyun sighs, “Why the haste?” You glare, “Answer the question.” He snickers, “Fine, I was thinking you could take some time to compose yourself. Secondly, you look terrible.” You flinch once more at the blatant profanity. “Excuse me?” You snap.
Your eyes widen as he steps in front of you, his arm going over your right shoulder to light the candle behind you. His eyes twinkle alluringly as he uses his fingertips to light the candle. A smirk appears on his face as he leans closer, “What? Are you offended, princess?” You glare into his eyes, “You’re just mean.” He grins, “You should be grateful.” You scoff peering away as he removes his hand, “Step away if you don’t want your lovely locks to be catching on fire, sweetheart,” he snarks. You rush away from the candle stand.
Taehyun strides into the kitchen gesturing you to follow behind him and you so. “Listen, you’re in my house. Don’t touch anything. You can stay within the living room and kitchen area. Don’t set foot near the corner where my magic equipment is.” You hum sneering, “Or what?” His gaze sharpens, “Or you’ll become my next test subject. I’ve never turned a human into a mushroom before,” he taunts.
Noted. He grabs a chopping board and knife, placing them down. Taehyun kindles the wood under the stove, lighting it on fire. “After you’re rested up and in somewhat decent condition, I’ll prepare us some necessities to travel to the border, in around a day or two. It should take us a few hours.” He was indeed serious about helping you..
“Thank you,” you quietly utter. Taehyun’s face snaps up to meet yours; you see his eyes shake a bit at your sincerity. Clearing his throat, “Yes, well, you're welcome. Now come make yourself useful.” He reaches under the counter grabbing some vegetables, washing them and placing them onto the counter. “Cut these up, fine slices, and remove the basil from the stem. Then you can-“ Your eyes widen, “I- I’ve not really cooked in awhile.” “Or at all,” Taehyun deadpans. You pout. Sighing, he asks, “Fine, I’ll make the soup. You can cut vegetables at least, right?” You nod awkwardly as you handle the knife precariously. You hadn’t handled something like this since you were young. The royal kitchen handled everything.
You see him begin cooking and prepare the seasoning with ease. You continue to chop and he peers over your shoulder, “Huh, not bad. Not good but not bad.” You mutter, “Can you be nice for once?” Taehyun smirks, “The least you can do is help me around here in the meantime, no? Or do you plan to lounge about like you do in the palace?”
You glare at him indignantly. Taehyun smirks, leaning forward, “Anyway, consider the next day or two worth of chores, my payment for my services.” Surprised you ask, “Payment? Don’t you want money?” You were planning to take off one of your rings or necklaces to give away. His gaze darkens, “Money doesn’t mean much to me, when I’m out here.” Your shoulders slouch as you frown. How lonely he must be… Taehyun peers up to lock eyes with you, “Don’t worry about it. Just consider it a generous favour. I was bored out here anyway.”
You had a feeling he was lying but you don’t push it; after all you just need his help to the border. He murmurs gently, “I’ll get you there safely. Don’t worry.” Perhaps there was more to him under his arrogant, know-it-all facade. You were drawn to him. You gaze at him awestruck by the way the fire lit up his features.
He notes your gaze and his lips quirk up into a sly smile, “Eyes on the knife, sweetheart. Not me.”
(a/n:this is heavily inspired by @nightlyawnzz because im constantly in a toxic!txt brainrot now ilysm lia waaa)
fucking toxic fwb taehyun for the what you swear is the last time, sick of the way he treats you just as a cumdoll and not even looking at you outside of yours or his dorm room
telling him its over, that you can't see him anymore after tonight, and watching as his eyes glaze over in outright fury, his lip curling up in a snarl
"you think you can walk away that easily, huh? did you forget that you're mine? no one else can make that sweet pussy cream like me."
you're manhandled onto the nearest surface - probably a kitchen counter - and pounded until you're shaking and sobbing, begging for him to finally let you cum
him letting you leave after you've squirted all over him and the counter top, a smug grin on his face when you reiterate that you can't see him anymore
"tryna convince me or yourself, sweetheart?"
not hearing from him again after that night, torn between feeling grateful that he got the hint and upset at all your failed hookups after
seeing him next at a party, at least 3 girls all sprawled around him, flirting and batting their eyelashes, after your friends abandon you to find conquests of their own
watching as he leads one of the girls up the stairs, the whole time eyes locked with yours as if to make sure you can see how easily replaceable you are
allowing yourself to drink a little too much, falling into the arms of one of his friends who ends up sitting with you and talking most of the night
leaning in to kiss the guy - finally, after holding off for at least 2 hours - only to feel your shoulder pulled back and watch in horror as taehyun lands a sucker punch on his friend's face
letting yourself get dragged away from the party, pushed into the back seat of taehyun's car, only able to look at him in absolute shock and confusion
unable to stop yourself from whining into his mouth when he slams his lips against yours, hands tangled in your hair and pulling you onto his lap
"i told you you're mine, didn't i? don't start whoring yourself out just because i didn't come chasing after you."
crying out as he eats it from behind right there in his car, not caring who can see or hear you because, god - he's right, no one else makes you cum the way he does
falling straight back into the same old routine, but finding yourself not hating it so much this time around
after all, he can fuck who he wants, but you'll always be his favourite booty call. you'll always be the one he texts in the dead of night when no one else will know
and maybe he gets the same sick joy out of it that you do
"𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗧 𝗨𝗣," Beomgyu’s voice was hoarse and tired but his movements and touch was quite the opposite. Hands clawing and handling your figure as he pressed your face into the pillow in your bed. But no matter how much you hissed at you to stay quiet, with the way he was fucking into you from behind, you quite literally couldn't.
Your fingers desperately grasped onto the white bedsheets, eyes fluttering shut and brimming with thick, hot tears. Beomgyu’s rough hands angled your ass just right, hand on the back of your head and pressing you into the pillow with need; the deeper he fucked, the more he pushed you into the mattress below.
"G－Gyu!" Your muffled voice coming out in a whiny tone, despite the thickness of the pillow muffling your words, your voice was loud and only getting louder, "So... f-fucking deep—"
"Do you want Yeonjunnie to hear? Hm? You fucking slut, you want your big brother to catch you getting fucked by his best friend?" Beomgyu taunted, knowing it only fueled the fire rather than tame it. But a sick, sick part of him loved the thrill of it. Of never knowing when the two of you are going to be caught in the act.
It's the 3rd night in a row he's been staying at your house, for Yeonjun of course. Best friends, as they always said. Beomgyu was his best friend. You grew up thinking Beomgyu was the prettiest boy ever, always having a tiny crush on him (actually massive but you won't admit it). Seeing him every weekend was both the highlight and worst day of the week because of how nervous he made you — almost sickeningly to the point of tears.
When he joined soccer, your brother joined too which meant you went to all his games. You saw every time he’d run and laugh while you silently cheered off to the side. You saw him sweat and each time he lifted his shirt you damn near passed out. When Beomgyu had crushes you'd envy whatever girl he'd be swooning for. You knew he only saw you as the little nuisance Yeonjun had around; the sister, you thought. That was all. Apparently a one year age difference was enough to stop the world.
But not anymore. Not since you started college and every night you'd come home to Yeonjun and Beomgyu, also in college, mostly fucking around doing whatever boys do. Beomgyu suddenly caught a liking to you— his eyes following your movements with anything you did. And of course you noticed because, well, that's the guy you've been longing for practically your entire life. Every first you wished it was him, every crush was nothing compared to the desire you had for him. Obviously, the crush shrunk as the years went on, but there was always a part of you that begged for him.
He caught you in the kitchen one day. Your back turned so you didn't immediately see him. You were simply finishing up the dishes, wiping away the wetness on your hand and placing the last plate on the drying rack. Suddenly, two hands were pinning you to the sink, two very large hands on either side of your body, a low tone filling your ears.
"I heard you have a little crush."
And the rest was history.
"N-no! Can't help it, m'sorry— oh!" A particularly sharp thrust stabbed at your g-spot, the fluttering sensitivity making your eyes fall shut and your heart pound through your ears, "Beomgyu!" You cried out his name and in an instant his hand was pushing your head deeper into the pillow, stuffing your mouth with the cotton and letting the soft, suffocating fabric lull your voice.
"Then fucking learn," He growled into your ear as he let you up for air, whispers sharp as knives. And with that he began to fuck into your ass quicker, watching with wild eyes as your wet pussy devoured his cock with every pump. The precum dripping everywhere onto the sheets, down your thighs, even on his lower abdomen, everything was drenched, "Look at this fucking mess. Noisy and a messy girl... don't you have any manners?"
You cried, letting a pleasurable tear drip down your face and into your mouth. Beomgyu snickered sadistically, kissing the tear streak in a surprisingly soft way, going to your ear, "Bad girl, aren't you?"
There was a shuffling outside your bedroom door and within an instant your head shot up, eyes wild and wide. High alert as you tried to fight against Beomgyu's dominant hand, alas, he won, keeping your hair wrapped in his hand while his dick still fervently filled you up.
"W-who is it?" You blubbered out behind a hiccup, struggling to stay up and coherent. Beomgyu watched with intrigue, tongue flicking across his upper lip.
Yeonjun's voice was apparent and you had to curse yourself instantly, "Yeonjun. Y/n, everything okay in there? I thought I heard crying."
You instantly tried cover for yourself, "No, I'm fine! My b-back is just—" Beomgyu slammed into you, the wet slap of bodies meeting making you jolt and almost moan out, stopping yourself before the lewd sound left your lips, "It's s-sore."
Yeonjun shuffled but never left, "Are you sure? Can I come it to che—"
"No, no I-I'm fine!" You begged desperately, not wanting your brother to catch you being ruined by his own best friend.
"Oh...kay, then have you seen Beomgyu? He said he had to piss and then he disappeared," Yeonjun half snickered with obvious concern and confusion in his voice.
Beomgyu bent to your ear, tugging your head to the side, "Why don't you tell him how he's fucking into your pretty cunt right now, hm, love?"
You shook your head with teary eyes, cheeks red and eyes blurry from tears, "G—Gyu... can't!" You tried to whisper but it came out more as a incoherent babble of moans.
"What's that, Y/n?" Yeonjun questioned.
"N-nothing, I haven't seen him, Jun! F-fuck," You struggled against your own tongue, unraveling around Beomgyu’s dick piece by piece until you shivered and shook. Then you felt yourself cream around him, the hot nectar dripping down your thighs seamlessly in thick globs. Beomgyu felt you fall apart, pressing your entire face into the pillow and heaving out, begging you to stay quiet. Yet, there was that sinister smirk on his angular features.
"I'll go look for him!" Yeonjun called just as you unwinded and broke, shaking violently around Beomgyu’s cock with wavering consciousness.
Beomgyu cooed, "Hm, such a slut aren't you? Cumming before I even said you could? And with your brother right there... fucking whore."
You sobbed, reaching for his hand desperately, which he accepted. There was a soft moment shared as your fingers interlocked and he remained buried deep in your throbbing cunt. Then Beomgyu moved again, making you sputter and shake with overstimulation.
"I didn't say I was done, did I?" Beomgyu snickered, squeezing your hand as you listened to the tapping feet of Yeonjun just outside, searching for the very man ruining your organs at the moment.
idk if you’ve done this but fwb yeonjun who gets jealous of you being too friendly with other men
warnings; fwb, semi public, a little toxic, not proofread
“Why does Yeonjun keep staring at you? Wait no…glaring at you. Girl. What. Have. You. Done.”
You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, deciding to drown out your thoughts by finishing your drink in one swig. This entire party you’ve been trying to ignore it. His weirdly possessive behavior.
Throwing his hand over your shoulder and snuggling you closer to him than usual, “accidentally” introducing himself as your boyfriend, then the accident turns into an “inside joke” where he just keeps introducing himself as your boyfriend like its the most hilarious thing ever—it’s all too obvious.
But then it’s not.
Not when you decide to look over at him, only to find that his arms are wrapped around a new girl. You roll your eyes. “I fucked him Yunjin. That’s what I did.”
You expect the gasps in horror and “I told you to stay away from him”, “he’s literally a manwhore!” but Yunjin only rolls her eyes making you blink rapidly in shock. “What? I already know you guys are fuckbuddies babe, that doesn’t explain why he’s been attached to your hip the past three hours. Until, well, now.”
You snap your fingers. “You noticed it too right? It’s weird! It feels like he’s jealous but then he goes and sucks another girls face right in front of me—God.” You cut off your tyrant as you feel the sudden urge to vomit watching the girl and Yeonjun get more and more handsy right across from you.
You don’t miss Yunjin’s mutter as she drags your hopeless ass away from the scene, “Fucking manwhore.”
—
Of course the pious Choi Yeonjun, lining up with his behavior the entire night, pulled you by the wrist to a quote secluded area at the party. It’s dark but not entirely…private.
Yet you always fall back into it, you’re always in his arms, despite the setting, not anyone else’s despite being far from exclusive. It’s not your fault he finds you when you’re most horny. Which is why he has you pinned against the wall as he fucks you with the same, if not more eagerness in him.
“Shh baby, we don’t want an audience now do we?” he whispers, taking the lead—you blink away tears, slightly making out the dyed hair had plastered onto his forehead.
You nod frantically as his hand pressed over your mouth, no doubt smudging your lipstick, slowly slips. You squeeze your eyes shut when he rolls his hips against you, thrusting sharply into you, making you slightly jolt up against the wall.
“No, no don’t shut up completely, wanna hear you. Moan my name princess. Only for my ears.” he slurs, the tipsiness evident in his voice.
“Yeonjun.” you gasp for air, “Yeonjun—no, f-fuck.”
“What?” he breathes, busying himself with pressing kisses all over your neck, stably holding you up against the wall with his arms, pressing his body flush against yours.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
It’s like he didn’t expect the sudden aggression, pausing his hungry attack to your neck for a second—until you feel his lips curl up into what you assume to be a smile against your skin again. He’ll always be a cocky prick.
You feel his breath fan, as he picks up a more rhythmic speed. “Hm?” he hums, like he’s innocent. Sly fox.
You scratch at his back, curling his shirt’s fabric into your hand, breath hitching the more he hits a spot, like he’s brutally digging into your cervix. “Don’t—don’t act dumb. Pulling me away like a child from Juyeon like that was so-” suddenly, he drives his cock further, having your body bounce like a fucking ragdoll. It’s like he’s trying to shut you up.
“It was so—mmf-embarrassing.” you manage to mewl, trying not to let yourself fall into a headspace.
“Aw. Was it?” he mocks, scoffing, hand slipping down to rub at your clit, making your legs weak like jelly all the more as they tremble to keep wrapped around his waist. “You know what’s embarrassing? Everyone knowing you’re mine yet you still having the audacity to whore yourself out.”
You gasp, scandalized—though the shock doesn’t linger on for too long—not when he’s practically splitting you open.
He hides his face between the junction of your neck and shoulder, suddenly biting down having your body jolt in pain— you let out a string of hissed curses. “Laughing at every dumb joke Juyeon makes? You know he’s not even that funny right?”
His tongue licks, then he sucks, over and over again.
“God, and then slapping his shoulder, smiling at him like he’s the shit.” He dryly laughs, getting rough the faster he rubs, “So fucking annoying.”
“Yeonjun.”
It’s like he knows what you’re going to say, and he’s trying his absolute hardest from getting you to say it, so he immediately presses his lips against yours, your moans drowned out against his. It’s sloppy, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses you, again and again and again, finding your hands to intertwine with his, pinning it against the wall. It’s so…oddly intimate.
You don’t get it, you don’t. The last time you had seen him, he was about to fuck a girl right then and there for all to see then the next he’s pulling you away like an angry boyfriend who caught his girlfriend cheating.
In fact, this isn’t even the first time. Hes always acted like a boyfriend, so much so everyone was sure you guys were together for a period of time before he was off fucking some other bitch again.
It …pisses you off.
Your orgasm washes over you, the tightening finally snapping as you finally get to breathe, heaving, seeing white as you catch your breath while simultaneously feeling Yeonjun cum in you, again. Was that the issue? Letting him keep doing that? Was that your first mistake?
“Fuck, that was nice.” He says, out of breath, staying inside for a couple more seconds before finally slipping out of you.
But you’re out of it, staring at the ground. “Hey, you good?” he asks, as he pulls up his pants. “Want me to get tissues real qui-”
“Yeonjun. We’re not exclusive.”
He pauses for a second.
Then, he laughs, buckling his jeans, “No shit?”
“So…why do you act like we are?”
note: lol has anyone noticed how often i cut off with some dumbass cliffhanger 😭 yup thats just me not knowing how to end a fic properly ijbol
Warnings: gender neutral reader, but for Taehyun's reader is mentioned to have a boyfriend. I should probably mention that when I write hybrids, I don't really picture people with animal features like ears and tails, just animal senses and behaviours? That should help this make more sense. This could also work for werewolves if you prefer to imagine it that way!
Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for months, it kept getting pushed back by other ideas. So glad to get it out. Please let me know which is your favourite scenario!
☆ gender neutral reader
Soobin
You were standing in the kitchen filling the sink with water to start the dishes when you heard the front door. It was game night; the night your boyfriend and his friends ordered in dinner and hogged the TV to play games until they wore each other out, or on some occasions, to tears. So you didn't mind doing the dishes tonight, even though it was technically Soobin’s turn.
"Yah, what's that smell?”
You turned to see Soobin and Beomgyu appear in the kitchen, bags from the convenience store slung over Beomgyu’s shoulder, a telltale sign that he'd lost at rock paper scissors. “Hi guys.”
"Is someone here?" Soobin asked, glancing down the hallway. You shook your head and he immediately dropped his confused expression, his face scrunching in disgust. “Then what smells like dog?”
"I don't... oh. It's probably my new boss, we had a meeting today." After all the time you'd been with Soobin, all the time you'd spent around his friends, you were still not that used to this whole thing. You couldn't always spot their kind, and sometimes you forgot about your boyfriend's intense senses, though you had gotten better since you started dating.
Beomgyu placed the bags atop the counter and scratched the back of his head. "The other guys will be here in a minute, so..." He looked up at Soobin who met his eyes.
This was another thing that happened often. It was like they could just lock eyes and know what the other was thinking without saying a word. The two seemed to finish their silent conversing, turning back to you, matching grins growing on their faces. Your eyes darted between the two of them, trying to get a clue as to what you were left out of the loop about, before they were coming at you. Sandwiching you between them, they both began rubbing their cheeks against yours, scenting you as you squirmed.
"Is this what you're going to smell like every day now?" Soobin asked into your hair.
Beomgyu was finding this funny, his laughter in your ear as you whined in complaint. "You reek! Maybe it's time to find a new job."
Once they were satisfied with their work, they stood back, chuckling at how mussed up your hair was from their handiwork. You pouted up at them and they were even more amused.
The doorbell rang before Yeonjun let himself in, the door still being unlocked. He waltzed into the kitchen with Taehyun in tow. "Who's ready to get whoop-" his face fell and his eyes began to search the floor, before looking between you and Soobin, brows furrowed. "Did you guys get a dog or something?"
Before Beomgyu or Soobin could do anything except smirk at you, you were turning on your heel and announcing that you were going to take a shower.
Yeonjun
When he arrives home, straight away his senses hone in on your jacket hanging over the porch railing, soaking wet—yet still he can smell what you've tried to erase. As soon as you hear his key in the door you’re there explaining, before he can utter a single word.
"This guy at the bus stop was all over me. I had to get a different bus so he wouldn’t be with me on the way here."
He stops midway through taking off his own coat, the shoulders of the garment hanging at his elbows. You hear the strain in his voice, see the fervor flash through his eyes. "What do you mean all over you?"
"He put his arm around me. He kept putting his face close to my ear to ask me questions… but-but I washed my hair when I got home. I washed my jacket twice but I wasn't sure if it would still get to you, so l left it outside. I'm sorry."
His expression faded as he relaxed a little. Still he kept his concentration solely on you as he pulled his hands from his sleeves and hung the coat up. "You don't have anything to be sorry about. Did he do anything else, anything more? Are you okay?"
You sighed tiredly, glad Yeonjun was home and you could have dinner and relax together and put the day behind you. “No, I’m fine.”
Stepping forward, he pulled you into his arms and pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “That’s all that matters.”
Beomgyu
Beomgyu stepped out of the cool night air and into the small store you worked in. He always picks you up when you work the night shift, preferring to drive you home than you taking the bus so late.
You haven't yet noticed his presence, despite the place being empty, busy tidying the shop for closing. As he slinks over to you, you reach up on your tip toes to put something away on a high shelf, and he means to put his arms around you to surprise, but something made him stop short behind you.
"Not again," he says, making you jump out of your skin.
"Gyu!" you yelp. "Don't do that!"
He pouts. "You smell like not you."
Pulling the fabric of your shirt to your nose and inhaling, you shake your head. "I don't smell anything."
You move off to the front desk, Beomgyu trailing behind, still complaining. "Of course you don't smell it, you pure-bred human—" and when you send him a look, he adds, "—affectionately. You just have to take my word for it."
He watches as you clock out and untie the apron from your waist, looking up at him tiredly. "Let's just go home, okay?"
He nods, and after turning off the lights and locking the doors, you make the short walk to his car. It's still warm inside, and it's such a relief to sit down after hours on your feet. You let your head rest back against the seat and look up at your boyfriend as he puts the key in the ignition.
"Thank you," you say tiredly.
As he looks over at you, he grabs something from the mirror and holds it out to you. Taking it from him, you look down to inspect what you've been given—his car air freshener. "You're welcome."
Taehyun
Taehyun couldn't hide his smile as he opened the door, until he got a whiff of something he didn't like. "Hey," he said, trying to act casual despite his senses waving tiny red flags at him. Yet, before he could stop himself, he was asking, "Where have you been?"
He watched as you took off your shoes, a hard task with your hands occupied with the pile of books and stationary you'd brought for studying, and usually Taehyun would be a gentleman and take them for you, but right now his mind was distracted.
"I stopped at my boyfriend's place. I'm sorry, am I late?"
Your boyfriend. He hadn't known you had a boyfriend... had he? He tried to rack brain, think of who you hung out with at school as he lead you into the house. "Oh... no, uhm..."
You walked across him to put your stuff down at the table and he got a stronger smell of the scent that hovered around you. Your boyfriend was definitely not completely human. He wondered if you knew. He wondered if he could compose himself enough to study with this smell hanging around.
"Let's get started," you were saying as you took a seat.
Taehyun tried to ignore his thoughts as he sat with you, listening to you talk about the assignment and dividing tasks. He did his best to focus on the words you were saying, your voice, your eyes, anything he could hold onto. But his instincts were strong. He stood up suddenly, your eyes following him, mouth forming a question. "Would you like anything? To eat or drink?"
Your expression cleared of confusion. "Sure, water would be nice."
Thankful to busy himself and get a break, he walked over to the kitchen and filled one glass, then another, breathing deeply all the while to try to calm his system. As he returned to the table, you were coming back from the front hall, suddenly without your jacket on. You reached out and took one of the glasses from him and sat down once more. He noticed that most of the scent was gone; he could bear being so close to you now.
"I really like that jacket you were wearing," he commented nonchalantly between discussions of school work.
You looked up from your notes with a smile. "Oh yeah? Me too. It's my boyfriend's, I'm always stealing it when I can."
He nodded, trying to keep the small smile from fading. It's okay, I'm okay, his mind was trying to console him. It probably wouldn't work out between the two of you anyway... right?
Huening Kai
He found you on the couch, laying on your side, tucked into a ball. “Hi hun,” he spoke softly, knowing this habit of yours meant something was up. He wasn’t going to bring up the scent he had picked up before he’d even opened the front door just yet.
You peeked up at him and he could tell you were exhausted. “Hi." His smile and his eyes were so warm that you immediately blurted out what was wrong without him needing to ask. "I went to a party.”
“Oh?" Your voice was so small and meak it tugged at Kai’s heart. "A party?”
“I didn’t want to go but my friends… they dragged me there, and I… I’m pretty sure everyone there was…” You pressed your lips together.
“Stinky,” he finished for you with a playful scrunch of his nose.
Nodding, you uncurled yourself to make room for your boyfriend on the couch. He sat and reached for your hand, holding it inside his big, warm one. His hands were always warm. He was always warm. It was one of your favourite things.
“It was kinda scary,” you admitted. At this, he tugged your hand towards him, a sign for you to come closer, and soon you were tucked into his lap.
"I know," he said softly, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. "I know it's still all new to you."
Humming in agreement, you allowed your head to fall into the crook of his neck. This was the place you felt safest in the whole world, even before you knew that the world was not as you had always thought.
Kai's voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating through you as he spoke. "Maybe a bath might help you relax."
You looked up at him, and he brought his face down to rub his nose against yours, his trademark show of affection with you. "Do I really smell that bad?"
The boy couldn't hide his smirk. "Just a little."
written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form
witch!reader who brews up a love potion for warlock!taehyun but obviously it doesnt work on him but he uses it to his advantage heheh
MOON THIS IDEA—
NSFW, MDNI!! fem!reader, dom!taehyun, dubcon-ish? tyun pretends to be under the effects of a love potion, oral (f rec)
cute lil witch reader who studies magick as an assistant for experienced warlock tyun.. he’s so smart n cool n so so hot!! n the way he looks at you from over his books n papers, the way his veiny hands grasp at his quills and wands… you’re just absolutely in love with him! but you know he would never love you back, you’re just a silly little sidekick to him :(
so you try n make a love potion, the first real potion you’ve made without your mentors help— you want tyun’s attention on you, at least for a moment, be able to enjoy what it would be like to be with him cause you never would otherwise (at least you think heehee) .. stupid silly girl does the potion all wrong though, doesn’t even notice the colors all wrong as she’s pouring it into taehyun’s tea
and ofc taehyun notices there’s something off about his drink, how could he not? his little witch wanting to put him under her spell… how cute. maybe he’ll just play along~~ <33
cornering you up against against his big oak desk, knee pushed up between your shaking thighs as he whispers the nastiest things into your ear… he needs you so bad, won’t you help him? spreading you out over his desk, burying his face in your soaked pretty pussy as you shriek with pleasure~~ getting you to squirt all over his face, lips n chin wet n shiny with your juices… tyunnie doesn’t bother to wipe any of it off as he lines his fat cock up with your entrance <33
ughhfff just feeling tyun’s big cock all up in your tummy, whimpering n whining about how big he is n how rough he’s being with you :(( but tyun can’t help it, remember?? he’s under your “love potion”~~
thinking about yeonjun in a new relationship falling waaayyyy too quickly, but he hides it so well. you have no idea that he's already madly in love w you after two dates. heck, he was holding back from saying it on the first date :(
everything is so new and hot between you two that y'all can't stop fucking, which doesn't help his problem..
he knows its way too soon to say anything, and he knows it'll scare you off. he can't risk it. he's finally found someone he's absolutely head over heels in love with, and its going so well..he can't.
but one night, ur pussy just feels so good and he can't hold himself back anymore. thrusts getting sloppy, the grip on ur tit getting harsher and harsher, and fuck, ur gonna make me cum. ohmygod, i'm cumming, fuckfuckfuck, i love you, god i love you so fkn much, baby.
who among the members do you think would be most likely to make you cum over and over (tongue, fingers, toys, cock, u name it) till you’re at the inch of your fucking life and when they are finally satisfied with the intensity and number of times you’ve cum, they’d sweetly and reverently thank you over and over again for being so good to them 🥺
my hc for this is sookai > beomjun > tyun 🙈
- 🐳
cw. overstim, tae calls himself daddy and is a bit toxic, slight cnc in taehyun's, kai calls reader mommy, nipple play, fingering(?), lmk if there's more.
oh! i see taehyun actually~
i see him making it a competition with himself. how many times can he make you cum in an hour? two? three? six? can even see a bit of toxicity leaking through, like c'mon, baby...i know you got one more in ya. be good for daddy, ya? one more and i'll stop. but he doesn't. keeps going even tho ur clit is tired and sore. nipples red and puffy..he doesn't care. he's gotta beat his own record.
and the aftercare........OOF. i love aftercare sm. i think i have an aftercare fic on my old blog.i should post again, but anway. holding you in his big strong arms, kissing ur hair, reminding u how perfect you were for him.
on the other hand~ can definitely see servicetop!kai here as well. much sweeter about it than taehyun. almost drifted off to sleep but how 'bout a couple orgasms before you fall asleep, hm, love? and YES thanking you over n over for being so incredible for him </3 every time u cum, just thank you, mommy. thank you so so much for letting me make you feel so good..ur so good to me.
Sleepy scenarios with TXT: habits, routines and rituals that occur when you share a bed with them (fluff)
5 scenarios, member x reader
wc (in total): 2691
no warnings
Yeonjun
Refuses to use individual blankets and pillows
One blanket, one pillow
You're freezing? Blanket is not big enough to comfortably lay next to each other? Yeonjun takes up the pillow, so his chest is the only free space for your head to rest? Well, you gotta cuddle the whole night then.
You tuck him in each evening, making sure he has more of the blanket and Yeonjun loooooves it, letting you do this task while having the biggest grin on his face.
You keep complaining about it, but end up giving in to the forced cuddles, because do you want to freeze? No! Do you want to sleep without Yeonjun to have your own blanket? NO!?
Yeonjun always makes sure you sleep first regardless of how tired he might be.
He caresses your arm up and down, gently has his hand on your back or lets his fingers slowly wander over your face.
You end up turning away and taking up all the blanket with one move. That's when Yeonjun knows he can fall asleep now too.
Holds you close and sometimes feels you pulling the blanket back over him in the middle of the night.
It's intuitive how you always end up in his arms with both of you covered by the blanket again.
You basically sleep half on top of him and the one who sleeps longer wins the blanket in the morning.
It's Yeonjun's favorite game. You hate it, but love it.
'Is it raining again?', you asked, refusing to pull the blanket away from your face to look outside the window yourself.
'Yep', Yeonjun chirped and pulled the curtains aside even further with an overdramatic and energized stretch of his arms.
He welcomed the grey weather, heavy clouds imitating the thick blanket on his bed that he couldn't feel covering him most times throughout the night.
He looked back to where you were lying and smiled. This was his favorite part of each day he experienced with you.
'You stole the blanket again', he sighed with the smile still plastering his face.
'I keep telling you to use two blankets when two people sleep in this bed, but -', you mumbled into the singular pillow on the bed, until you felt Yeonjun dropping down on you.
'You just have to tuck me in better', he laughed and clang onto you like a koala on top of a branch.
'I'll tie a rope around you and this stupid blanket', you groaned and tried to wiggle free.
Yeonjun only allowed that process only go as far as your face being visible.
'Look who is ready to face the day', he hummed and kissed the tip of your nose.
Soobin
Wants to see you in his clothes.
Gets too excited to have you with him in these late hours AND the early hours.
Throws a pile of shirts and hoodies on top of you to let you pick what you want to wear.
One shirt, one hoodie, but then also another hoodie that you can cuddle.
He doesn't necessarily needs the physical contact the whole time. He's happily at peace with your close presence, but he doesn't want you to feel any sort of distance, despite remaining a more comfortable sleeping position. Solution: you wrapped up in his belongings and holding onto the soft fabric with his scent as well.
Cuddles in the morning are a must tho.
He'll wear the hoodie you cuddled when the cold morning arrives and lets you wake up in his arms when you're comfortable with such closeness.
'Where is it?', Soobin mumbled half asleep, freezing in the dark and quiet room.
His hand dived through the layers of sheets. His blanket, your blanket, the layers of clothes that embraced you... Somewhere there should have been the grey hoodie he gave you in the evening before going to bed. However, he couldn't find it, too dark to to see and too messy to feel the right cloth.
Frustrated, he let his head fall back against his pillow and he sighed tiredly, feeling too cold to fall back asleep yet too lazy to get up and get another hoodie. Besides, he wanted THIS specific hoodie that must be somewhen around you.
You turned and rolled over, closer to Soobin's side of the bed and he immediately let his hand wanter into the direction he expected your shoulder to be to adjust the blanket. Unfortunately, he took the wrong direction and he hit your chin clumsily. He quickly pulle away and mumbled a shocked excuse.
'S'biiin', you whined half asleep and groaned into the blanket.
'Sorry', he repeated and pulled his own blanket further over his body, getting a sense of hiding in his embarrassment.
You moved again, big movements, freeing your arm and swinging something through the air. It landed on Soobin's face and engulfed him with your sleepy warmth.
'Y'owe me m'ning cuddles', you mumbled and pushed yourself against him, but pushed your arms back under the blanket.
Soobin giggled and proceeded to put on the warm hoodie, finally arriving in the state of comfortable morning.
He pulled you in your blanket wrap closer and felt you resting your head on his chest with a big sigh, making him smile like an idiot.
'Sleep', you demanded and instinctive he listened to your command and closed his eyes.
It was warm and when he sensed you moving again, adjusting your position to mold into him a bit more, a few seconds later feeling your fingers playing with is hair, Soobin was starting into the new day perfectly relaxed and well rested.
Beomgyu
You're his pillow, you're his bed
It doesn't matter where you are, on the train, on the floor, actually in bed, he will rest somehow on top of you
He doesn't even think about it, but once he gets tired, he gravitate towards you.
At the same time, he holds your hand when you get tired.
Let's you play with his fingers until you drift away.
He would literally invent an own morse code system with you, so when he's awake and you too sleepy to snarer him verbally, you'd still be able to respond to him.
It makes him feel like your guardian at the boarder from awake to dream land.
The one who ends up tired first gets royal treatment.
If you're both tired at the same time, he'll lean against you with his hand close to you, so you can just take his when you need or want to.
The train got emptier and emptier with each stop, yet Beomgyu and you still had some way to go. The moon seemed to follow you and whenever you looked outside, a different cloud was decorating the stone in space. Beomgyu's head was leaning against your shoulder and his closed eyes exposed his luxurious dark eyelashes. He looked adorable and your focus shifted from moon to him, back and forth until you yourself got overwhelmed by a wave of tiredness. You combed his hair with your fingers, a gentle attempt to wake him. He stirred and sat up. Only one glance was enough for him to register your demeanor.
'Your turn', he whispered and his hand found yours and feeling his warmth immediately brought you closer to sleep.
'Set an alarm', you mumbled and took your scarf from your neck to adjust it over his and your legs like a blanket.
'When do we have to get off', he asked and a big yawn escaped his lips when he opened the alarm app, his eyes getting teary.
You took his phone and set the alarm to 10:53 pm, ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Beomgyu wiped his eyes and his head landed back against your shoulder. He grabbed your arm and linked it with his own, intertwining your fingers in the process, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
'Just sleep a bit', he mumbled and caressed you felt him tracing your palm with his thumb until sleep finally numbed you.
When the alarm rang, you woke up properly first. Panic occupying your body in no time. You shook Beomgyu away and buried yourself gathering your belongings. The train stopped almost on time at your final destination and you got off, with bags in your hand and Beomgyu still clinging onto your arm, ready to let his head drop against go despite asking through the city.
'Fall asleep in bed, not now!', you granted and felt one bag falling out of your grip.
'We're not dreaming?', he asked and laughed, taking the bags with one and your hand with his other hand, now guiding you home.
Finally in bed that night, Beomgyu asked:'We dream together, right? I always try to follow you to your dream land when you fall asleep first. I always try to find you'.
You hand fount its way into his hair and he buried his face closer the crock of your neck.
'Don't have to try finding me. I'm always there whether you see me or not'.
Taehyun
He's not playing when it comes to sleep.
Practical and organized routine.
Fresh sheets? Check. Water bottle on each side of bed? Check. Phones charging? Che- You forgot your charger and have no battery left? He gives you his phone to watch something or read and charges your phone on his side that while.
Cuddles you to get a sight on the screen as well, but snatches the phone away after thirty minutes and plugs it in.
Refuses on giving you your phone back, because you shouldn't stare at the screen last thing at night.
Literally fights you when you try to reach it. Tickles you, pins you down, laughs with you until you both are out of breath.
Only then, knowing you end the day with a sprinkle of happiness, he switches off the light.
Gives you your phone back in the dark, but you're doomed if he sees that screen shining.
If your head is full and you think you need your phone to distract yourself, he'll cuddle you. He's your distraction and your focus.
'Please just shut your phone', Taehyun whined for the third time this night.
He tried just not facing you, pulling the blanket completely over him, dear, he even built a pillow wall to shut off the light of the phone screen. It didn't work. He might not have seen the light, but he could still sense your whole demeanor, focus on your phone and not even slightly on sleep... or him.
'No', you cried out and he saw the light finally getting off.
'I was in the middle of this Webtoon chapter', you explained and Taehyun finally decided to break the blockade towards you, taking the pillows away and robbed closer towards you.
'Hey', you said in shock when he snatched your phone out of your hand.
'Just charging it', he explained and plugged it in on and placed it on his bedside table.
'Here', he announced and gave you his phone instead.
'It better be a good chapter, because I wanna read with you'.
He watched you opening the app and typing some things in the search bar and to your surprise the correct title popped up immediately.
'It's your account, silly', Taehyun laughed and cuddled closer to you, positioning himself so that he can see the screen.
He read with you, silently. From time to time, he glanced up and studied your face. Once your eyelids wee so heavy you obviously fought not to fall asleep every second, Taehyun repeated his action and took the phone away from you. You demonstrated with a weak 'hey', but in no time you already held onto your own phone again.
'No screen anymore, okay? You need to sleep', Taehyun whispers softly and maneuvered your arm to your own bedside table to signal you to finally put your phone down for the night.
'Can we cuddle?', you asked lowly and felt Taeyhun pulling you closer, embracing you in his warmth and with his attention on you, sleep was not avoidable anymore.
Taehyun felt you breathing in his arms in a calm rhythm. He got a bit thirsty and reached to his side next to the table where he found his water bottle that you prepared for him even before he arrived at home. The luxury of being able to go to bed with everything already perfectly prepared gave him the sense of just sleeping, but he liked to remind himself of his priority that was you and your comfort.
Kai
Other than Soobin, cuddles YOUR hoodie or dresses one of his plushies in one of your shirts when you're not there.
Stays close to you before switching of the lights. A hand on your stomach, a leg thrown over you or you cuddled into him.
Lights off and position for sleep adjusting, you don't sleep right away. You talk. About everything and nothing.
The more sleep-drunk you get the more abstract will the topics end up being.
For instance, you start talking about Pokemon in general and end up designing a whole 'Day in my Life as Mawile'.
You guys have no idea at what point you fell asleep, trying to follow memory line to the last plot point.
Waking up is messy. Blanket messy, pillows everywhere, plushies between and around you, despite them usually chilling aside, away enough to not come in your way.
Sleepy cuddles in the mess of warmth and softness.
Tidying up together, arranging the whole bed setup as a morning ritual.
'This is new', you laughed and pointed at the moiling plushie that was wearing your cropped shirt, regular size on the fluffy creature.
'Oh. OH! Yeah', Kai slightly panicked and suppressed the urge to throw Molang into another room to hide this attire.
'You know I was already wondering where this shirt went?', you teased him, well aware of his embarrassment.
'Oh, sorry, you can have it back', he spoke quickly, making you laugh and hug him.
'It suits Molang way better anyway'.
*
Kai pulled the blanket over you both when you lied down and his hand instinctively found its way to rest on your stomach, minimalistically rubbing circles over the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing.
You both lied there, facing the ceiling and letting the lights of the passing by cars flicker over the walls. The ticking of a clock is audible and it was a weird atmosphere of quietness and irritating noisiness.
'So', you started and Kai immediately turned to his side, facing you and robbing himself up by pushing his free hand under his cheek, ready to listen to whatever you had to say.
'When and how did you steal, sorry, did Molang steal my shirt?', you spoke, unable to ban some wheezes out of your speaking, because Kai looked absolutely cute the way he was staring at you, all sleepy yet attentive.
'Borrowed. It's borrowed not stolen', Kai corrected in a matter of factly and hurried to place a kiss on your cheek to finish his sentence properly.
'You simply forgot it here and I wanted to make use of it the best way possible', he continued and a second touch of his lips followed.
'Did you at least wash it?', you asked, genuinely not knowing what his answer might end up being.
'Washing machines are not invented yet', he yawned and you made a mental note to wash the damn shirt tomorrow.
'What else isn't invented yet?',, you asked and rolled over to be closer to him.
He adjusted and held you close right away.
'Cars', he said.
'What are those lights then?', you asked and pointed up the wall.
Kai took your hand and pulled it towards his lips to place another kiss, this time on the back of your hand, before he maneuvered your arm around him with a content sigh.
'Gigantic fireflies`, he chuckled and after a few more explanations of what everything technological around you actually is, you two fall asleep, dreaming of a fantasy world with gigantic fireflies and Molang presenting its new shirt collection.
how do you think txt would react to walking in on virgin reader touching themselves 🤭
— [5:40pm] (tomorrow x together)
wc. 949
genre. smut
tags. bf!txt x fem!reader, virgin!reader, masturbation
a/n. this took an embarrassingly long time to write. i'm sorry it's kind of rushed but i hope you enjoy it
more of my writing
he stepped through the front door, the creaking sound echoing in the unusually quiet house. it had become part of his routine to go over to your house after work, over the past four months since you both started dating. the familiar warmth of your presence awaited him, usually in the living room where you’d be engrossed in the glow of the tv.
yet today was different. the living room was silent, devoid of your usual presence.perplexed, he ventured further into the heart of the home. the soft glow of ambient light revealed an emptiness that seemed to transcend the physical space. the kitchen also lay still and barren. the lingering scent of food remained, but the countertops and neatly arranged utensils, and not even a dirty dish in sight, was almost like time froze in the wake of his entrance.
he called out your name, but to no avail. concern etched his features as he surveyed the house. his footsteps echoed through the hushed house as he retraced his usual path, seeking the familiar embrace of your company.
he walked upstairs, and as he approached your bedroom door, he heard faint whimpers. “hey, i’m here.” he announced, opening the door. he stops in his tracks when he lays his eyes on what one could possibly describe as a glorious sight – you lying in the soft embrace of your bed, clad in nothing but the delicate lace of your underwear, with one hand tracing the contours of your lacy panties and the other gently massaging your boob.
caught up in the moment, your face contorted in pleasure – your eyes closed in sheer delight, your head nestled against the soft pillow, your neck subtly arched, your lips parted slightly. as waves of pleasure coursed through you, the instinct to muffle impending moans found expression in the gentle bite of your bottom lip.
“hey,” his gentle voice wafted through the room. your eyes lifted, meeting him at the doorway where he stood. in a quick, instinctive response, you gathered the sheets around yourself.
“no, no, baby, don't do that.” he urged gently.
you lifted your gaze to meet his.
“can i watch you?” his voice tinged with a palpable awkwardness, as he cautiously inched closer to you.
your response lingered in the air. even though you had been together for a while, and you trusted him so much, this still felt scary. as you hesitated, the atmosphere in the room thickened. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he quickly reassured, sending your discomfort. your body remained rigid. “i can leave,” he offered, taking a step back.
in that moment, a surge of conflicting emotions overwhelmed you. “no,” you almost yelled out, your hand instinctively reaching out to him. “i mean, i don’t want you to leave. it’s just that we… i haven’t done anything like this before.”
“i know,” he sat on the bed beside you, the mattress slightly creaking under his weight.
—-
soobin, kai:
“i just wanna watch.” his hands lightly brushed your hair. “you looked so pretty. can i watch you, please?” he sat beside you watching you in awe, palming his throbbing dick through his pants. your moans and whimpers filled his ears and he couldn’t help but throw his head back in pleasure. this felt so surreal to him – his pretty, innocent girlfriend sitting beside him, her hands dancing on her clit. “can i touch you?” you meekly asked him. he opened his eyes and looked down at you. you’re sitting up now, eying his cock in his pants. he swore he could cum right then and there. “you don’t have to… i promise, i just wanted to watch you.” he quickly added. “i know,” your voice was so quiet, barely above a whisper. “but i want to.”
—-
beomgyu, taehyun:
“do you want me to help you?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “i can help you, like tell you what to do. do you want me to do that?” you nodded eagerly, awaiting instructions. he ordered you to take off your underwear. you laid naked in front of him for the first time. you could feel the blood rush up to your face. you wanted to hide your face from him, but something urged you to stop. “we don’t have to do this, if you’re uncomfortable.” he broke you away from your thoughts. “no, no, i want to… it’s just new.” you tried to convince him. “just try to relax, yeah?” you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and listened intently to his words. his deep voice sent chills down your spine as you did everything he said, touching yourself. “you feel good, baby?” you tried to answer, but only a moan could manage to escape your lips.
—-
yeonjun:
“can i touch you?” he asked, “i promise, i’ll make you feel so good, baby.” your eyes sparkled with an ardent ‘yes’. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” his hands skillfully slid your panties down. he pressed his hard thumb into your slit, causing you to grip tightly onto the sheets beneath you. his hands stroked your core, rubbing and flicking, inching you closer and closer to your climax. and then he pulls away. “why did you stop?” you asked, pouting. “can i taste you, please baby? want you to cum in my mouth.” before you knew it, his face was hidden between your legs. you were so close, your back arched off the mattress. you were floating when your orgasm crept up to you and you just need something to ground you, you reached down in search of his hands, holding him so tightly, like he would disappear if you didn’t.
I honestly love them. It just feels like they’re too short that sometimes I don’t think to repost. I’ll definitely start reposting them more often though <3
