overstimulating megumi because he keeps asking for it ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ saw a video once...it was hot
you have been pleasuring megumi for hours. he randomly came up to you, needy and whiny, asking you to help him out.
and you did.
you hold the vibrator against his length, watching his tip grow red as precum spills out. megumi squirms all over the place, but never pulls away from the wand.
you're shocked that he's still hard after everything. you gave him the best blowjob of his life, then gave him the trusty handjob, when that didn't help you moved onto the vibrator.
he's cum so many times, yet he's still so hard and whiny. you're not complaining though.
the vibrator feels electric on his cock, it vibrates on him perfectly, making him let out pathetic whines. sweat rolls down his temples as he breathes harshly from the sensitivity he's feeling.
it almost hurts. the delicious type of pain that makes you want more.
you lean down, licking the precum that's leaking from his burning tip. he lets out a whiny moan, gripping your hair harshly as he rubs his tip against your tongue. he tastes so good and you can't help but give a small suck to his tip.
he nearly shoots cum in your mouth. "oh, fuck! don't do that! gonna make me cum."
you laugh at him. "isn't that the goal, pretty boy?"
he doesn't say anything. his chest heaves as he feels his high coming. he tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you closer to his tip. you're still holding the vibrator against his length.
"suck, please!" he whines, whimpers, and cries out. you listen to him, never ignoring his beautiful pleas. you lick his tip softly before sucking his tip harshly. his hips lift off the bed as he cums in your mouth.
he cries out in pleasure, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your mouth sloppily.
when he pulls out his eyes are dazed. he pants, slumping against the headboard of the bed. he sighs softly.
-`♡´-Sucking Choso off during a lecture + Sounding him part way through...! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::
Your boyfriend Choso sits rigid in the back row of the dim lecture hall, legs spread just enough under the narrow desk to give you room. The professor drones on about some obscure theory at the front, voice echoing off the high ceiling, while the rest of the class scribbles notes or scrolls on their laptops. No one notices the slight tremble in Choso’s shoulders or the way his knuckles have gone white around the edge of his notebook.
You’re tucked between his thighs, knees on the cold floor, hidden completely by the desk’s overhang. His jeans are open, zipper down, and that pretty cock of his is already out, thick and flushed, resting heavy against his thigh before you wrapped your lips around the head. It twitches the second your tongue swirls over the sensitive slit, tasting the salty bead of precum that keeps leaking for you.
Choso’s head is bowed low, dark hair falling forward to curtain his face as he pretends to focus on the lecture. A tiny, choked sound slips from his throat when you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and taking him halfway down in one slow glide. His cock fills your mouth so nicely, hot and velvety, the vein along the underside pulsing against your tongue.
“Fuck… baby,” he whispers, barely audible, voice strained. He shifts in his seat, thighs tensing around your shoulders. “Not here… they’ll hear…”
You pull off just enough to whisper back, lips brushing the wet tip. “Then be quiet, Choso. You don’t want the whole class knowing how much you love your girlfriend sucking your cock under the desk, do you?” You lick a long stripe up the shaft, then swallow him down again, bobbing your head with wet, filthy sounds that only he can hear.
He bites his lip hard, a muffled whimper vibrating through his chest. One hand drops beneath the desk, fingers threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding on like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. “Shit… your mouth feels too good,” he breathes, hips twitching forward despite himself. “I’m gonna… ah—gonna moan if you keep doing that…”
You hum around him, the vibration making his cock jump. You suck harder, tongue pressing flat against the underside, working him with slow, deliberate strokes while your hand pumps the base he can’t fit. Choso’s breathing turns ragged, little broken gasps escaping no matter how hard he tries to swallow them. Every time the professor pauses, he freezes, terrified someone will notice the way his leg is shaking.
After a few minutes of torturing him like that, you pull off with a soft pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cock. From your bag you fish the thin, smooth sounding rod you’d slipped in earlier, metal cool and slick with lube. Choso’s eyes widen when he sees it, pupils blown.
“W-wait… what are you—”
“Shh,” you coo, pressing the rounded tip against his already leaking slit. “Open up for me, pretty boy. You’re going to hold every drop of that cum inside until I say so.”
He exhales shakily as you ease the rod in, slow and careful, stretching his sensitive urethra just enough to make his thighs quiver. The sight of it disappearing into his cock is obscene, his reddened tip widening slightly around the metal. Choso lets out a strangled moan, quickly turning it into a cough when the girl two rows ahead glances back.
You stroke his shaft gently while the rod sits nestled inside, plugging him completely. “Good boy,” you murmur against his thigh, kissing the tense muscle. “Keep it all in. No cumming until the room’s empty.”
Choso’s head drops lower, forehead nearly resting on the desk as he fights the overwhelming pressure. His cock is throbbing visibly now, veins standing out, the plugged slit flushed dark and puffy. Every tiny shift of the rod makes him bite back another whimper. “It’s too much… feels so weird… so full,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Baby, please… I need to cum so bad…”
“Not yet,” you tease, licking lazily at the stretched skin around the base of the rod. “You’re going to sit here like a good little slut, cock plugged and leaking, while everyone else packs up. Think you can do that without moaning my name?”
He nods frantically, teeth sunk into his lower lip. The lecture finally ends. Chairs scrape, voices rise as students file out. Choso stays glued to his seat, pretending to organize his notes with trembling hands. The professor walks over, stopping right in front of the desk.
“Choso? You okay back there? You look a little pale.”
Choso lifts his head, face flushed, eyes glassy. “Y-yeah… just a headache,” he manages, voice rough. “I’ll… I’ll just take a minute to pack my stuff. Be out soon.”
The professor nods sympathetically and leaves, the door clicking shut behind the last few stragglers. The hall falls silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning.
The second the lock catches, you don’t waste a single second.
You yank the sounding rod out in one smooth pull. Choso’s eyes roll back, a raw, broken cry tearing from his throat as the pressure releases all at once. His cock erupts instantly, thick ropes of cum shooting from his widened, reddened slit in powerful, messy spurts. It paints your tongue, your chin, drips down his shaft and over your fingers as you stroke him through it, milking every last drop.
“Fuuuck—oh my god,” he sobs, hips bucking wildly into your fist. “It’s too much… cumming so hard… baby, your mouth—shit—”
You wrap your lips around the sensitive head again, sucking gently on the puffy, stretched slit while he keeps pulsing, more cum flooding your mouth in weaker waves. His thighs shake violently around your head, soft desperate whimpers spilling out nonstop now that he doesn’t have to hold back.
When the last tremor fades, Choso slumps back in the chair, chest heaving, cock still twitching in the cool air, slit glistening and slightly gaping from the rod. You lick him clean with slow, thorough strokes of your tongue, savoring the taste of him, then tuck him back into his jeans with a soft kiss to the damp fabric.
You crawl out from under the desk, lips shiny, and climb into his lap, pressing a filthy kiss to his slack mouth.
“Such a good boy for me,” you whisper against his lips, tasting salt and desperation. “Next lecture… maybe I’ll plug you again and make you sit through the whole thing with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
Choso just groans, arms wrapping around you tight, already half-hard once more at the thought.
dead beat - toji can’t keep a girl nor his kid
fingering, counter sex, cream pie, no protection, no consent is explicitly given, shitty dad toji. part one
it takes a full two days for the guilt of the hook up to settle deep into your gut and to slowly start gnawing on your bones. during those first few days though, you lived on a complete cloud, having toji's dick inside of you almost 24/7.
it wasn't just a hook up, it was more like hook ups considering that fact that toji hadn't left your apartment since he first fucked you. constantly bending you over the kitchen counter when you attempted to make breakfast or dinner, or do anything that fact.
and today? the third day that toji had been creating a comfy nest in your house, was no different.
his calloused hands massage your hips as you mix the batter of your cupcakes in a blue plastic bowl, his muscular chest pushing into your back. "you look so sexy when you do things like this ma,"
"making cupcakes makes me look sexy?" you tilt your head up, cocking one of your eyebrows in confusion. before you can add a witty comment, his lips are attacking yours in a wet sloppy kiss. you gasp in surprise and toji takes that as a sign to slip his tongue into your mouth.
you lazily suck on his tongue, hands stilling their movement on mixing the batter as you let toji explore your mouth like he had never kissed you before. his hard cock presses into your ass, his hands moving down to your ass to lift up his shirt that you were wearing.
toji slips two fingers down to your cunt, gathering the small amount of slick and spreading it around your pussy before slowly caressing your clit. you moan softly into the kiss, spreading your legs so they were shoulder width apart to allow him to slip a finger inside of you.
"good girl, so fuckin easy for me," toji mumbles against your lips, leaving a sharp nip to your bottom one before trailing a line of kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. his finger slowly pumps in and out of you, curling slightly, then he adds another, and another - stretching you out for his cock, though you didn't need too much prep since he had already had his cock balls deep in you twice today.
toji bends his legs ever so slightly so he can line up his cock perfectly with your hole. he thrusts in, full length in one go, hips slamming against your ass with a soft clap. you scream, finger's gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white.
"f-fuck!" your head hangs between your shoulders, toji's arm snaking around your waist so he could play with your clit whilst fucking you - making it clear that this was a quick thing rather than for pleasure. "s-slow down,"
"fuck you mean slow down bitch," toji lands a hard spank on your ass, moving his hand away from your clit and wrapping it around your throat to choke you. "this is MY pussy, if i wanna fuck it hard, i will. i'll do whatever i want to you," he pushes his thumb into your mouth, parting your lips and spitting into your mouth.
"tell daddy how grateful you are that he's fucking you so good," he smirks, squeezing your neck tighter so its harder for you speak.
"s-so grateful, thank you daddy, f-uck, harder daddy please, ruin my pussy. i'm your toy, all yours," you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as toji slams into your g-spot over and over again.
the sound of his phone ringing fills the large kitchen area of your downtown apartment, toji's thrusts however speed up rather than slow down as he grabs the phone.
"yeah?" no hello, no nothing, only a soft grunt as he stills momentarily before continuing to move. his hand moves from your throat to your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat so you were silent.
"aight, be there in 10," he ends the call, landing a harsh slap to your ass as he empties his balls in you for the 3rd time that day (another time that he'd go to the store and 'forget' the morning after pill, did it even work if you kept having sex after?)
"i-i didn't cum daddy," you sniffle, trying to clench hard enough around his dick that he couldn't pull out. "please daddy, wanna cum, please give me your cock!"
toji scoffs, "filthy bitch, look at you, what a state," he flips you around so he can see your tear stained face, puffy eyes, and cunt dripping cum all down your thighs. "and you're meant to be my future baby mommy? and you're this much of a whore?"
" 'm not a whore!" your eyes fill with a fresh wave of tears as toji turns around to grab a shirt and some pants off the back of the couch. "please don't leave me, please-" the door bell ringing cuts your pathetic begging off, maybe it was a silent sign from the man above that you needed to get your shit together.
toji holds a finger to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover the mess between your legs and opening the door. a tall man with white hair and a little kid which looked scarily like toji are on the otherside.
"and the man has a house now, this is big upgrade from the homeless shelter-"
"shut the fuck up," toji cuts the white haired man, who was wearing sunglasses on a day where it was pouring down outside, off snatching the kids backpack and the child from him.
"couldn't megumi just stay with you a little longer gojo? i'm in the middle of something," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "whatever, she'll look after him." toji walks out the apartment, slamming the door behind him as he leaves with gojo, and leaving you with his kid, megumi.
"DON'T FORGET THE PLAN B!" you attempt to scream down the hall but the door shuts in your face, and the child's face contours in an odd way - a mixture of disgust and boredom.
it seems that you weren’t the only person toji had left behind.
dead beat - toji can’t keep a girl nor his kid
part one
it takes a full two days for the guilt of the hook up to settle deep into your gut and to slowly start gnawing on your bones. during those first few days though, you lived on a complete cloud, having toji's dick inside of you almost 24/7.
it wasn't just a hook up, it was more like hook ups considering that fact that toji hadn't left your apartment since he first fucked you. constantly bending you over the kitchen counter when you attempted to make breakfast or dinner, or do anything that fact.
and today? the third day that toji had been creating a comfy nest in your house, was no different.
his calloused hands massage your hips as you mix the batter of your cupcakes in a blue plastic bowl, his muscular chest pushing into your back. "you look so sexy when you do things like this ma,"
"making cupcakes makes me look sexy?" you tilt your head up, cocking one of your eyebrows in confusion. before you can add a witty comment, his lips are attacking yours in a wet sloppy kiss. you gasp in surprise and toji takes that as a sign to slip his tongue into your mouth.
you lazily suck on his tongue, hands stilling their movement on mixing the batter as you let toji explore your mouth like he had never kissed you before. his hard cock presses into your ass, his hands moving down to your ass to lift up his shirt that you were wearing.
toji slips two fingers down to your cunt, gathering the small amount of slick and spreading it around your pussy before slowly caressing your clit. you moan softly into the kiss, spreading your legs so they were shoulder width apart to allow him to slip a finger inside of you.
"good girl, so fuckin easy for me," toji mumbles against your lips, leaving a sharp nip to your bottom one before trailing a line of kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. his finger slowly pumps in and out of you, curling slightly, then he adds another, and another - stretching you out for his cock, though you didn't need too much prep since he had already had his cock balls deep in you twice today.
toji bends his legs ever so slightly so he can line up his cock perfectly with your hole. he thrusts in, full length in one go, hips slamming against your ass with a soft clap. you scream, finger's gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white.
"f-fuck!" your head hangs between your shoulders, toji's arm snaking around your waist so he could play with your clit whilst fucking you - making it clear that this was a quick thing rather than for pleasure. "s-slow down,"
"fuck you mean slow down bitch," toji lands a hard spank on your ass, moving his hand away from your clit and wrapping it around your throat to choke you. "this is MY pussy, if i wanna fuck it hard, i will. i'll do whatever i want to you," he pushes his thumb into your mouth, parting your lips and spitting into your mouth.
"tell daddy how grateful you are that he's fucking you so good," he smirks, squeezing your neck tighter so its harder for you speak.
"s-so grateful, thank you daddy, f-uck, harder daddy please, ruin my pussy. i'm your toy, all yours," you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as toji slams into your g-spot over and over again.
the sound of his phone ringing fills the large kitchen area of your downtown apartment, toji's thrusts however speed up rather than slow down as he grabs the phone.
"yeah?" no hello, no nothing, only a soft grunt as he stills momentarily before continuing to move. his hand moves from your throat to your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat so you were silent.
"aight, be there in 10," he ends the call, landing a harsh slap to your ass as he empties his balls in you for the 3rd time that day (another time that he'd go to the store and 'forget' the morning after pill, did it even work if you kept having sex after?)
"i-i didn't cum daddy," you sniffle, trying to clench hard enough around his dick that he couldn't pull out. "please daddy, wanna cum, please give me your cock!"
toji scoffs, "filthy bitch, look at you, what a state," he flips you around so he can see your tear stained face, puffy eyes, and cunt dripping cum all down your thighs. "and you're meant to be my future baby mommy? and you're this much of a whore?"
" 'm not a whore!" your eyes fill with a fresh wave of tears as toji turns around to grab a shirt and some pants off the back of the couch. "please don't leave me, please-" the door bell ringing cuts your pathetic begging off, maybe it was a silent sign from the man above that you needed to get your shit together.
toji holds a finger to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover the mess between your legs and opening the door. a tall man with white hair and a little kid which looked scarily like toji are on the otherside.
"and the man has a house now, this is big upgrade from the homeless shelter-"
"shut the fuck up," toji cuts the white haired man, who was wearing sunglasses on a day where it was pouring down outside, off snatching the kids backpack and the child from him.
"couldn't megumi just stay with you a little longer gojo? i'm in the middle of something," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "whatever, she'll look after him." toji walks out the apartment, slamming the door behind him as he leaves with gojo, and leaving you with his kid, megumi.
"DON'T FORGET THE PLAN B!" you attempt to scream down the hall but the door shuts in your face, and the child's face contours in an odd way - a mixture of disgust and boredom.
it seems that you weren’t the only person toji had left behind.
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
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The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
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The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
——-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 ➛ (final I)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, fluff, teasing, tension, possessiveness, making out (lots), begging (lots), oral (f & m.rec), fingering, "pillow princess" used inaccurately, unprotected sex (don't!), (positions: missionary, mating press), body worship, he puts her toes in his mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, knotting, marking (claiming), strength kink, tyun has a consumption kink, hickeys, overuse of the pet name "sweetheart", recollections of abandonment & dysfunctional family dynamics, things get emotional a lot :3
wc: 18.0k!
scznote: it's finally here! my heart and soul went into writing this part! it took a while, but here she is, finally! do show this part some love! may contain errors! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! x
it had been three days
three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that
the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right
and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date
you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command
you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back
you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly
it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all
taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments
taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever
when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known
you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine
now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time
there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun
he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something
it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy
god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice
you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush
you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you
he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you
you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat
you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again
it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is
the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at
wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked
lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning
well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you
— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together
you never bathe separately anymore either
the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland
he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"
you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties
"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence
taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago
strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you
he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth
it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him
you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents
it was a vicious cycle
taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin
you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"
the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew
you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin
none of it
you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew
jungwon was, in fact, not your mate
he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his
you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you
and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate
you were deceived, manipulated
not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you
hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least
he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate
you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup
you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her
it wasn't long until she was gone
you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did
because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom
no, you didn't blame your mother at all
at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life
perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her
because they were never mates
your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away
she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was
selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood
in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to
you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out
without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter
but with him — with taehyun , it's real
it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him
it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence
a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this
you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years
with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give
that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you
you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust
you simply submit, because he makes submission easy
after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you
— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past
because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word
he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise
your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection
you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel
deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door
and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door
you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing
his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting
the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does
a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin
you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight
your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat
his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you
he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort
you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer
god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths
you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early
pull yourself together, y/n
"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw
"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand
"i have something for you"
you smile in anticipation
his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air
it matches perfectly with your dress
your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses
"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back
"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor
the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest
there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile
your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress
"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"
"just like you", he hums
your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation
instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches
"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink
"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in
fuck, you smell good
it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot
absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that
not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him
he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression
"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again
he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"
you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes
they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal
"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"
you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you
god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing
you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything
your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"
he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away
"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"
taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you
you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine
red, velvet and sleek
the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware
soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance
your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you
the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight
behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—
a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you
his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame
"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking
his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"
taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot
"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended
the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile
his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter
"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers
for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow
perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—
"alpha"
a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought
pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you
that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title
and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear
"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table
it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around
you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own
he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"
he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"
the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his
"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority
"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape
fuck, that was hot
your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh
"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams
it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you
god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him
when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead
you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance
oh, he's scenting you
you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on
it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes
you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality
you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip
"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"
he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"
you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"
you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"
"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"
his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none
"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"
"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"
you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on
"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens
"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"
his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him
"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"
the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight
you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish
when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way
"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"
you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear
"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference
he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time
you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"
"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"
"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine
the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds
deep breaths, y/n
"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now
you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"
a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again
"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"
you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully
"you got tipsy, fast"
a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks
"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"
he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"
you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"
that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face
the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully
his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"
your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"
there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest
"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"
you hum, expectant for him to continue
"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest
"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"
the memory comes back to you now
everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch
"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"
he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth
"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."
you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you
your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak
"thank you, taehyun"
his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch
"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh
"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"
he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening
"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"
he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"
once again, you're rendered speechless
a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale
your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes
your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—
a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze
this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight
"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet
your sourness lifts upon the sight
"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink
"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh
"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner
you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face
taehyun almost flips the goddamn table
you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers
his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun
you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you
fuck – you cross one leg over the other
you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you
reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him
you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway
your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate
fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself
how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth
you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews
"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe
taehyun knows exactly what he's doing
he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire
"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table
you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue
"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse
he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap
the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer
true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds
– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in
you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills
everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years
it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…
you wanted to give him everything
taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you
"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours
you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest
"take me home, taehyun"
he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"
you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible
he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his
he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way
your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car
he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car
he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr
you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss
the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second
your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building
almost there
the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside
before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming
you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist
your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension
taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips
"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours
his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in
"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"
his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears
he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber
taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours
his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts
his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection
you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties
"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire
he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance
taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space
he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor
your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off
your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him
red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness
the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth
"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips
your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach
his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips
"i'm going to fucking ruin you"
he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest
"wait!", you call and he halts
taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips
"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms
"what are you—"
you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his
your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face
"sweetheart, you don't have to—"
"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"
he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick
your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed
your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity
dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions
fuck, he's massive
you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own
your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm
your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released
a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid
his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth
the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face
when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath
you crave to hear more
you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other
enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge
you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure
this won't do
you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel
you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock
"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head
you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down
taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth
it's no use, you've already made him slip
you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more
his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears
that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul
the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon
it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender
he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no
pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest
"you're so good to me"
it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then
those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride
you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again
"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips
"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him
you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head
your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit
– because taehyun deserves this
taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it
the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it
your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly
you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you
when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist
"you take such good care of me"
you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists
"you always know what i need, always listen to me"
every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged
"you're patient with me"
your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs
you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip
"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn
his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"
gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach
you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again
he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you
your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth
his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you
"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"
his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal
oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind
"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"
holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission
"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"
a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please
you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso
"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him
the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head
your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms
your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room
you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way
"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"
all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of
he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants
"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"
you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there
just when he's about to finish—
"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor
taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap
"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders
his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"
you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back
"please", you break
it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"
your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound
taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm
"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"
the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea
"make love to me"
he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape
"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length
he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"
"but alpha—"
he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you
his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully
you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod
that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud
you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth
your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties
he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit
"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you
his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming
taehyun groans low and you gulp
you can't take much more of his teasing
"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"
the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"
he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight
"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"
taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit
your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"
he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation
you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod
"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"
his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"
the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign
"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"
he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit
your friends were right
you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you
it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now
taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you
he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets
he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs
god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had
you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit
the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence
the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly
the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth
your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his
they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it
"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"
you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you
he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to
you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves
you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence
he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead
fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could
he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly
your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha
every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure
fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug
"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow
he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest
more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair
your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands
the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully
his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions
he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans
you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead
— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him
he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak
you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier
your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this
a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement
the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch
you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows
he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp
when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner
your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps
his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high
hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound
nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself
he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets
taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted
god, it pains him to detach himself
reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt
you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours
taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer
he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight
soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath
he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs
your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in
he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours
"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape
"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air
"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"
you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon
"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too
he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists
your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him
"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock
it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you
you've never been this turned on in your life
you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier
he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back
your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now
the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time
"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"
"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him
jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender
but even taehyun has his breaking point
despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles
your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away
he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin
"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"
your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant
he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort
"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"
his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady
it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in
a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"
taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper
"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"
his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in
his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth
stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"
you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back
god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him
your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you
"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper
"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster
"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"
your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut
"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get
your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily
every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears
your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock
he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more
sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth
you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach
holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before
"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder
– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it
your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra
another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you
gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course
your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes
"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes
"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"
he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips
his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel
your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in
his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"
"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"
oh god
you know taehyun isn't one to bluff
the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again
he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer
it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends
you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different
he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat
the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue
your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny
"taehyun—"
a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips
"i love you"
your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him
the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths
you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples
"i love you"
it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it
his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper
the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—
"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"
a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion
"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"
"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"
his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"
– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs
when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke
you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls
he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you
his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control
every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember
your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair
you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs
"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva
"please"
that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you
nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin
it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain
goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock
pain quickly eases into pleasure
your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one
a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh
his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment
you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter
a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync
your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his
his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart
you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other
taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts
he has gone still, almost too still
he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good
it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well
you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin
that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you
your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—
was that a grunt or was that a growl?
...to be continued ➛ part 6
scznotes: ooo things are getting hot in here! >< i'd love to know all of your thoughts and all your favourite lines! don't be shy to comment or reblog! (begging after putting months into this 0‐0)
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 ➛ (final I)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, fluff, teasing, tension, possessiveness, making out (lots), begging (lots), oral (f & m.rec), fingering, "pillow princess" used inaccurately, unprotected sex (don't!), (positions: missionary, mating press), body worship, he puts her toes in his mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, knotting, marking (claiming), strength kink, tyun has a consumption kink, hickeys, overuse of the pet name "sweetheart", recollections of abandonment & dysfunctional family dynamics, things get emotional a lot :3
wc: 18.0k!
scznote: it's finally here! my heart and soul went into writing this part! it took a while, but here she is, finally! do show this part some love! may contain errors! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! x
it had been three days
three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that
the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right
and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date
you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command
you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back
you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly
it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all
taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments
taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever
when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known
you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine
now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time
there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun
he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something
it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy
god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice
you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush
you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you
he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you
you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat
you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again
it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is
the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at
wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked
lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning
well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you
— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together
you never bathe separately anymore either
the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland
he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"
you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties
"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence
taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago
strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you
he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth
it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him
you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents
it was a vicious cycle
taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin
you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"
the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew
you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin
none of it
you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew
jungwon was, in fact, not your mate
he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his
you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you
and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate
you were deceived, manipulated
not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you
hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least
he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate
you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup
you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her
it wasn't long until she was gone
you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did
because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom
no, you didn't blame your mother at all
at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life
perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her
because they were never mates
your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away
she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was
selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood
in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to
you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out
without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter
but with him — with taehyun , it's real
it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him
it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence
a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this
you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years
with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give
that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you
you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust
you simply submit, because he makes submission easy
after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you
— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past
because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word
he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise
your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection
you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel
deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door
and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door
you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing
his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting
the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does
a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin
you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight
your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat
his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you
he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort
you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer
god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths
you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early
pull yourself together, y/n
"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw
"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand
"i have something for you"
you smile in anticipation
his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air
it matches perfectly with your dress
your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses
"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back
"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor
the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest
there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile
your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress
"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"
"just like you", he hums
your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation
instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches
"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink
"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in
fuck, you smell good
it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot
absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that
not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him
he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression
"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again
he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"
you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes
they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal
"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"
you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you
god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing
you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything
your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"
he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away
"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"
taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you
you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine
red, velvet and sleek
the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware
soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance
your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you
the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight
behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—
a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you
his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame
"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking
his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"
taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot
"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended
the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile
his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter
"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers
for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow
perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—
"alpha"
a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought
pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you
that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title
and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear
"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table
it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around
you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own
he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"
he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"
the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his
"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority
"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape
fuck, that was hot
your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh
"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams
it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you
god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him
when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead
you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance
oh, he's scenting you
you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on
it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes
you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality
you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip
"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"
he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"
you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"
you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"
"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"
his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none
"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"
"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"
you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on
"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens
"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"
his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him
"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"
the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight
you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish
when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way
"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"
you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear
"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference
he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time
you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"
"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"
"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine
the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds
deep breaths, y/n
"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now
you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"
a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again
"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"
you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully
"you got tipsy, fast"
a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks
"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"
he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"
you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"
that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face
the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully
his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"
your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"
there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest
"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"
you hum, expectant for him to continue
"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest
"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"
the memory comes back to you now
everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch
"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"
he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth
"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."
you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you
your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak
"thank you, taehyun"
his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch
"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh
"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"
he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening
"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"
he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"
once again, you're rendered speechless
a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale
your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes
your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—
a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze
this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight
"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet
your sourness lifts upon the sight
"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink
"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh
"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner
you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face
taehyun almost flips the goddamn table
you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers
his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun
you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you
fuck – you cross one leg over the other
you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you
reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him
you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway
your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate
fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself
how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth
you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews
"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe
taehyun knows exactly what he's doing
he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire
"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table
you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue
"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse
he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap
the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer
true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds
– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in
you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills
everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years
it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…
you wanted to give him everything
taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you
"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours
you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest
"take me home, taehyun"
he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"
you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible
he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his
he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way
your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car
he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car
he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr
you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss
the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second
your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building
almost there
the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside
before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming
you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist
your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension
taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips
"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours
his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in
"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"
his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears
he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber
taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours
his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts
his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection
you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties
"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire
he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance
taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space
he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor
your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off
your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him
red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness
the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth
"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips
your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach
his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips
"i'm going to fucking ruin you"
he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest
"wait!", you call and he halts
taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips
"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms
"what are you—"
you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his
your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face
"sweetheart, you don't have to—"
"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"
he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick
your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed
your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity
dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions
fuck, he's massive
you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own
your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm
your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released
a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid
his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth
the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face
when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath
you crave to hear more
you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other
enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge
you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure
this won't do
you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel
you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock
"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head
you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down
taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth
it's no use, you've already made him slip
you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more
his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears
that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul
the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon
it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender
he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no
pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest
"you're so good to me"
it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then
those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride
you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again
"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips
"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him
you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head
your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit
– because taehyun deserves this
taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it
the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it
your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly
you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you
when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist
"you take such good care of me"
you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists
"you always know what i need, always listen to me"
every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged
"you're patient with me"
your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs
you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip
"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn
his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"
gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach
you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again
he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you
your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth
his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you
"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"
his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal
oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind
"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"
holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission
"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"
a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please
you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso
"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him
the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head
your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms
your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room
you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way
"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"
all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of
he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants
"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"
you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there
just when he's about to finish—
"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor
taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap
"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders
his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"
you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back
"please", you break
it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"
your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound
taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm
"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"
the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea
"make love to me"
he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape
"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length
he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"
"but alpha—"
he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you
his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully
you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod
that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud
you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth
your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties
he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit
"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you
his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming
taehyun groans low and you gulp
you can't take much more of his teasing
"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"
the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"
he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight
"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"
taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit
your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"
he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation
you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod
"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"
his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"
the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign
"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"
he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit
your friends were right
you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you
it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now
taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you
he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets
he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs
god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had
you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit
the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence
the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly
the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth
your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his
they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it
"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"
you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you
he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to
you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves
you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence
he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead
fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could
he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly
your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha
every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure
fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug
"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow
he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest
more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair
your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands
the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully
his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions
he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans
you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead
— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him
he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak
you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier
your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this
a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement
the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch
you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows
he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp
when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner
your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps
his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high
hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound
nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself
he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets
taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted
god, it pains him to detach himself
reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt
you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours
taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer
he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight
soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath
he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs
your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in
he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours
"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape
"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air
"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"
you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon
"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too
he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists
your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him
"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock
it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you
you've never been this turned on in your life
you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier
he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back
your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now
the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time
"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"
"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him
jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender
but even taehyun has his breaking point
despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles
your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away
he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin
"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"
your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant
he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort
"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"
his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady
it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in
a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"
taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper
"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"
his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in
his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth
stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"
you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back
god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him
your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you
"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper
"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster
"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"
your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut
"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get
your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily
every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears
your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock
he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more
sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth
you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach
holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before
"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder
– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it
your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra
another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you
gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course
your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes
"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes
"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"
he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips
his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel
your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in
his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"
"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"
oh god
you know taehyun isn't one to bluff
the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again
he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer
it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends
you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different
he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat
the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue
your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny
"taehyun—"
a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips
"i love you"
your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him
the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths
you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples
"i love you"
it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it
his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper
the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—
"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"
a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion
"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"
"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"
his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"
– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs
when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke
you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls
he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you
his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control
every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember
your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair
you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs
"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva
"please"
that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you
nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin
it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain
goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock
pain quickly eases into pleasure
your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one
a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh
his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment
you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter
a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync
your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his
his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart
you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other
taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts
he has gone still, almost too still
he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good
it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well
you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin
that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you
your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—
was that a grunt or was that a growl?
...to be continued ➛ part 6
scznotes: ooo things are getting hot in here! >< i'd love to know all of your thoughts and all your favourite lines! don't be shy to comment or reblog! (begging after putting months into this 0‐0)
Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.
The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
Your best friend Choso accidentally sends you an nsfw video | 18 + minors do not engage | part 2 here!!
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A soft "ding!" reverberated through your quiet bedroom just past midnight, announcing a late night message from your best friend Choso; not unusual since the two of you texted each other like you'd die without constant contact. You stirred in bed, unlocking your phone to a new video in the age-long chat you and Cho used so frequently to send memes and talk shit.
But everything changed when you opened it. Labored breathing echoed from your phone's speakers as Choso appeared to prop his phone up on his desk. You couldn't see much of his face but you'd recognize the manga collection and intricate purple LED lights illuminating the background anywhere.
He leaned back in his gaming chair, the one you'd spent countless hours in kicking his ass at Mario Kart, and his caloused hand dipped into the waistband of his sweats–wait, what???
You paused the video, double checked the recipient name. It still read "Cho 👾💜", confirmation that you somehow weren't hallucinating.
Your finger hovered cautiously above your screen a moment, contemplating whether or not to keep watching, countless thoughts swirling around your head before you ultimately decided to hit play.
As soon as the video resumed, Choso's length sprung free from the confinement of his sweats and your jaw went slack. He's huge, information that never came up in your decade of friendship. And why would it? You only saw each other as friends, right?
That's what you thought to yourself as the video continued and his thumb smeared the precum that pulsed from his swollen pink tip. But then you heard your name on his lips, spoken like a dying man's wish while his chest heaved and his body shuddered.
You damn near dropped your phone , catching it mid air before repositioning it inches from your face like you needed to hear every breath and see every detail—every inch, every vein—to believe it was real.
The video still played, your best friend's ragged breaths and desperate moans spilling from your speakers as his hand stroked his veiny length. Choso appeared to lean down, his silver piercing sparkling as a glob of saliva slid off his adorned tongue and onto his tip, cascading down and pooling obscenely at his fist.
You should stop the video. Obviously he sent it on accident, right? But you were stunned. You couldn't look away if you wanted to, and honestly, you weren't sure that you did.
Especially not as his movements became sloppy, erratic, his moans turned to outright whimpers. "Please, oh fuck, oh my god," he was begging to cum, his tattooed arm flexing as his hips spasmed, desperately lifting with each wet stroke to fuck his own fist harder and faster.
With wide eyes and a confusing flutter in your stomach, you witnessed a side of him you never realized you wanted to see. You were mesmerized and hopelessly turned on, unable to tear your eyes from the screen.
You watched eagerly as one large hand grabbed onto the arm of his gaming chair, the other stroking sloppily, desperately, as your best friend chased his high with your name tumbling off his lips like it was an every day occurrence. Was it?
You found your breaths quickening in time with his as Choso's head leaned back, Adam's apple bobbing with each desperate gulp before white, sticky ropes of cum painted his chiseled abs. The video ended when Cho leaned forward enough to stop recording, but your eyes stayed locked on the frozen still of his slick painted body glinting in the purple-tinted light.
It was that salacious image that burned behind your eyelids when you tried (and failed) to fall asleep, thighs clenched and heart beating erratically while the sound of him moaning your name replayed in your mind like a forbidden lullaby.
You knew it was only a matter of time before he realized that he actually sent you that video, and the anticipation kept you up for hours. It wasn't until the sun began to peek over the horizon when sleep finally came for you.
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a/n: Part 2 here also 20k likes?! Insane. Soooo happy you all enjoyed this <333
— hiii girl u so cool so like, a new request! Could you write plentyxd x reader but lowkey they are mad about each other on the games they play, but bc they live in defferent houses, reader is like "boy, imma pull over to your house now and beat the shit out of you" and plen is like "alr, pull up ho" so then when reader comes to his house they start arguing AGAIN but then they somehow get sloppy 🥹🥹🥹
Irksome flirting techniques | plentyxd x gn!reader
: ✶ summary ⸝⸝ : Ethan has been a real dickhead towards you... its sad because he thinks he is actually flirting with you. You suppose its just time to show him how its really done...
: ✶ a/n ⸝⸝ : hii... shamefully walks onto the stage, i know i have a few other requests rotting in my inbox. gulp. trust i will finish them soon!! pls dont give up on me!! no wait WAIT DONT THROW TOMATOES AT ME!!!???
: ✶ wc ⸝⸝ : 1150 words | not proof-read (no seriously i need someone to volunteer and proof-read these for me before i post pelase im so tired).
: ✶ warnings ⸝⸝ : a LOT of swearing ; arguing ; reader gets called a hoe ; suggestive content but no smut ; crack maybe?? ; sub!plenty and dom!reader. methinks ; plenty is foreal a douchebag at first but it has a good ending. i swear guys!!1!!!11!
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Ethan is so fucking annoying.
You dont even exactly remember how the two of you started fighting, but at this point it feels like he is just continuing it to annoy you. Not because he thinks his point is right.
"No, im not gonna play minecraft with you! Repo is just better, straight up." He argued, making you groan
"We always fucking lose when playing Repo, Plenty! You keep pulling some stupid crap."
"If youre gonna shit on my skills, you should call me by my real name."
"Ethan."
"Fuck you."
It pretty much just went back and forth until you two finally managed to pick a game. Peak will have to do for now.
Honestly the non-stop back and forth between you and Ethan, had you give up tiredly and let him just pick a game. Other than repo, you just wouldnt allow that.
Over your dead body, like you yelled at him.
-
So playing Peak, it... started off strong.
Ethan was petty enough to not help you up when your stamina bar would teether close to diminishing. Yeah, he made you fight for yourself despite this game being about teamwork.
"Plenty, bro– im about to fall!"
"I wont help you until you call me by my real name." He teased, his stupid blue little character dancing on your screen when your own stubby hands were clawing the side of the rock.
"PlentyXD!"
His character stopped moving. Instead now crossing its arms like some badass assassin. He was pissed. Pissed and petty like always.
All you could do was watch your video game characters hands slip and your character to fall entirely. The trip down the cliff of the mountain was pretty long, it took a couple of seconds before you hit the ground and lost all your health.
So much so for playing Peak...
You instantly opened your discord and turned towards the call, just in your private dms between you and Ethan.
"Fuck you dude! Why didnt you hoist me up?" You hissed out, quitting the game and closing steam entirely.
"You kept calling me names," he pointed out, though rather calmly.
Its like this was some sick joke to him. Annoying you.
This couldnt be any more infuriating "I wasnt calling you names– i was calling you Plenty, whats wrong with that??" He was so childish right now.
"Because i like it when you call me Ethan."
You went silent. You had no idea why he was being all suave now, just after driving you up a wall.
Your patience was thinning by the second "I swear- im gonna pull up and fucking beat the shit out of you." You threatened clearly, but he just smirked. You couldnt see it, but you could hear it from his tone alone:
"Okay pull up hoe."
The silence took another comfortable spot in your little spat. You were speechless, lost for words. This little shit smear knew what he was doing, he was deliberately irritating you.
You were so stunned you ended the call entirely.
But that didnt necessarily mean you gave up on trying to argue with him. No.
-
Your car sitting in front of Ethans porch had him hyperventilating.
Because holy shit, you really did pull up to beat the shit out of him. Because holy shit, you mightve interpreted all of that teasing horribly.
Holy shit, he was so bad at flirting.
All Ethan could do now was just stand in front of his window, peeking behind the blinds, hoping you dont kick down his door and come straight for his neck.
He maybe wouldnt mind if you came for his heart, but you have been really pissed at him for the past couple of hours, so he knew it was highly unlikely.
A knock had him quivering in his boots already. He seriously didnt mean to upset you — he had to fix this somehow. Sure, you angry at him temporarily was fun and all... but its not like he genuinely got a piss out of bullying you.
Though oddly enough, he had no say in what way his body was moving, and before he knew it, he had opened the door for you.
"Hhheyyy..." Ethan greeted with a nervous smile. He knew calling you a hoe was when the shit hit the fan for you.
"Fuck you." You immediately pointed out like it was the most important thing in the world.
"When and where?"
"Piss off."
He tried. Atleast.
You stepped closer towards him, making him automatically move a step back.
"Look, i know youre—"
"You dont know anything." Your hand reached out with your index finger poking at his chest, making him flinch another step back. You two kept this little game going on for a few seconds before he dodged you and rushed to close the door behind you.
But now he was just trapped between you and his front door. This couldnt get any better.
"What the hell is going through your head to force me to play a teamwork game — then not help me?"
"Do you even know how tired i am of your crap?"
"What the hell is your problem?"
You just continued to interrogate, yet all he could do was just stare and try not to get turned on by your authoritative tone.
"Why are you not saying anything?" You finally snapped at him. In turn making his own will snap as he lurched forwards towards you and captured your lips.
Your entire body tensed, obviously and righteously stunned. However the longer he kept kissing you, the more your brain would catch up and kiss him back. He was a little annoying at times, but its not like he wasnt a great friend to be around.
Ethans arm wrapped around your back needily, while your own slid into his hair, keeping him in place and truly locking him into the kiss.
Carefully you inched towards his couch, before shoving him onto it. Where he could only look up at you like a needy puppy and wish for more. Ethans eyes were practically full of yearning.
This was his first time kissing you and he was already addicted.
You decided to straddle his lap and kiss him some more (despite the fact he didnt deserve this at all, after being a dick and all that). You even shoved a tongue into his mouth just to show him whos boss.
Little whines escaped his mouth when you just made out with him. Hands hesitantly resting on your hips while you kept the lead. If he wasnt turned on right now, he doesnt know what will turn him on at all. Having your invading tongue in his mouth and both of your spit tangled together...
...
Maybe the reason he kept pissing you off constantly and ragebaiting you was because he found you extremely hot when you were bothered and snapped at him.
Summary: Soobin is a pathetic mess for his girlfriend, and honestly? She loves it. He’s late, he’s crying, and he’s begging for forgiveness for things that aren't even his fault. But in this house, the only way to get her to look at him is by being her favorite toy.
Word count: 2851
Warnings: smut, toxic behavior, angst, objectification, crying, degradation/humiliation, submissive soobin, cunnilingus, edging, body worship, p in v, power imbalance, nipple play, cum eating, solo play, fingering, hair pulling.
A/N: I’m not going to lie, I feel so bad for Soobin after writing this 😭 but the dynamic was just too tempting. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.
Soobin closed the apartment door with practiced care, the click of the lock almost silent, but you already knew he was there. He was late. Only twenty minutes—hardly a crime for most—but you had been simmering in a dark mood all day, and tonight, even the sound of his breathing felt like an invitation to lash out.
“I’m so sorry,” he breathed out the moment he stepped inside. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his backpack, the thud echoing in the quiet room. “The boss caught me at the door with a last-minute document, and I… I lost track of time. I brought dinner, though. From that place you love? The spicy noodles.”
He hurried to set the bag on the table, his movements frantic and eager. You didn’t even offer him a glance. You stayed curled on the couch, thumbing through your phone and pointedly turning up the volume on your video.
Soobin stood frozen for a beat. He looked so tall yet so incredibly awkward in his damp, oversized hoodie, his hair slightly plastered to his forehead from the drizzle outside. That handsome, soft face of his—all big, puppy-dog eyes and plush lips—seemed to crumble the second he registered your icy silence.
“Babe… are you upset?”
No answer. He crossed the room, his footsteps heavy with anxiety, and knelt beside the couch. He lowered himself until he was at eye level, tentatively resting one of his large, warm hands on your knee. It trembled slightly.
“It was just a document, I swear. I left the second I could. Look, I can heat the noodles up right now, and maybe we could—”
“Forget it, Soobin,” you cut him off, your voice flat and sharp. You didn’t bother looking away from your screen. “It’s always ‘just’ something with you. You’re nothing but a walking excuse.”
He flinched as if you’d slapped him. He blinked rapidly, his voice cracking on the next word.
“It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth… but if I upset you, I’m sorry. Please. Just tell me what you want. I can go back out and get dessert, or I’ll scrub the kitchen again, or—”
You finally turned your head, meeting his frantic gaze with eyes like chips of ice.
“You know what? You look so pathetic when you beg like that. It’s embarrassing. Just shut up already.”
The silence that followed was heavy. Soobin’s mouth snapped shut, but his eyes flooded with tears almost instantly. He tried to fight them, biting his lower lip so hard it turned white, but two heavy droplets escaped anyway, tracking down his flushed cheeks. He wiped them away quickly with his sleeve, a hitched, embarrassed breath escaping him. He looked like a giant, broken child—a man with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline who could have been intimidating if he had an ounce of self-respect, yet here he was, weeping on the floor because you’d been mean to him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice a jagged wreck. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I’m such a fucking idiot.”
He scrambled to his feet and retreated to the kitchen. You heard the frantic sounds of him trying to fix things—opening drawers, plating the food with trembling hands, even the rhythmic *thump-thump* of him slicing cucumbers because he remembered exactly how you liked them. He brought the tray over and set it on the coffee table with a neatly folded napkin and a glass of ice water.
You didn't touch a single bite. Soobin sank into the armchair across from you, watching you with the heartbreaking devotion of a stray dog waiting for a scrap of attention. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. You kept your eyes on your phone, ignoring his existence entirely. He began to shift, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged with anxiety.
“Do you want me to run you a bath?” he choked out. “I can use the lavender salts… warm the towels? Or… or I can massage your feet? I know they’re sore.”
Nothing.
He stood up again, cleared the untouched plate, and washed it by hand. He wiped the counters until they shone, took out the trash, and meticulously lined up your shoes by the door. Finally, he came back and stood in front of you, his large hands hanging uselessly at his sides, his chest heaving.
“Please… please just say something. Anything. Yell at me if you have to. I can’t—I can’t breathe when you ignore me like this.”
You remained a statue. Soobin swallowed hard, the desperation in his eyes turning into something darker, something carnal. He knew the only currency he had left to buy your forgiveness was his own body.
He knelt between your legs again, his palms sliding carefully onto your thighs, his touch a silent prayer for permission.
“Let me make it up to you,” he murmured, his voice now low and roughened by the remnants of his crying. “Please. I just want to make you feel good. Let me do this for you.”
You didn’t say a word, but you didn't push him away. For a boy like Soobin, that was as good as a "yes."
He slowly worked his hands under your shorts, his touch a dizzying mix of reverence and frantic need. He stripped you with shaking fingers, pausing to press soft, lingering kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner knees. Once you were bare, he just stayed there for a moment, staring at your pussy—already beginning to glisten—as if it were the only holy thing left in his world.
“So beautiful…” he whispered, a fresh tear catching on his lash.
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue in a slow, flat stroke from the very bottom to the top, lapping up your nectar with a low, vibrating groan. He started slow, almost worshipful, licking the outer lips and sucking gently on the sensitive skin. Then, he used his thumbs to spread you wide, burying his tongue inside you with lazy, rhythmic sweeps while his nose rubbed circles against your clit.
“Mmm… I’m so sorry I was late,” he mumbled against your wetness, his voice muffled and thick with heat. “I’m going to make it up to you… I want you to come all over my tongue until you’re shaking.”
You brought your hand down, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and pulling hard to set the pace. Soobin moaned against you, obeying instantly. He increased the pressure, his tongue brushing against your clit with frantic precision while sliding two long, thick fingers deep inside you. He began to fuck you slowly, his knuckles grazing your opening while his mouth worked to worship every inch of you.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he rasped, the words vibrating against your sensitive flesh without him pulling away. “I love the way you taste… I could stay here all night.”
You yanked his hair, forcing his head back just enough to see his desperate eyes.
“Shut up and eat me properly. You’re not down there to talk.”
Soobin shivered, a small, broken sound escaping his throat, but he didn't dare argue. He buried his face against you again, his tongue lashing out faster, his fingers diving deeper into your heat. The sounds filling the room were filthy—the wet slap of his tongue, the rhythmic slide of his fingers, and his muffled, needy moans pressed into your soaked skin. You began to roll your hips against his mouth, using his face as a toy. He let out a louder groan, clearly electrified by the fact that you were finally using him.
As he felt your muscles start to twitch, he sucked on your clit with a bruising pressure, his fingers relentless inside you. You came hard, your thighs clamping around his head like a vice. You tugged at his hair, a long, ragged moan leaving your lips. Soobin didn’t pull back for a second; he kept licking gently, savoring every drop of your release, dragging out the peak until your legs were nothing but jelly.
He lifted his face just enough to catch his breath, his lips and chin glistening with the evidence of your orgasm.
“Did you like that? Do you want me to do more? I’ll do anything, baby… just tell me—”
You didn’t let him finish the sentence. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his face back into your crotch.
“Who told you that you could talk? You’re so fucking useless… you can’t even eat pussy without begging like a dog. Keep going.”
Soobin’s body tensed. His eyes welled up again—not with anger, but with a crushing sense of guilt. He truly believed you; he thought he was failing you, that he wasn't even good enough at this one simple task. He whispered a pathetic, almost silent “sorry” against your skin and went back to work.
This time, he was frantic. He licked broader, messier, dragging his tongue down to circle your other hole, sucking lightly while his fingers continued to fuck your dripping entrance. He moaned softly into you, completely lost in the worship of your body.
You moaned louder, pressing his head into you until you were practically fucking his face. Soobin was rock hard, his cock throbbing painfully against the denim of his jeans, but he didn't even dream of touching himself. To him, nothing existed but your pleasure.
“Faster,” you commanded, your voice cutting through his haze.
He obeyed instantly. His tongue and fingers worked with a desperate intensity. You came again, even more violently this time, soaking his mouth and chin as you cried out. Soobin didn’t stop until your trembling ceased. Then, he slowly began to kiss his way up your body with a devotion that felt almost sickening.
He worshipped your stomach, your ribs, the dip between your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard, his large hand kneading the other breast. Finally, he reached your neck, burying his face there, licking and nipping at the skin.
“I love you so much…” he whimpered, his voice cracked and fragile. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have. I’d do anything for you. Even if you hate me, even if you scream… I’m just happy I can touch you.”
You didn't answer with words. You just ran your nails down his broad back, scratching lightly through his hoodie. When he bit your neck a little harder, you let out a low, dark moan. Soobin shuddered. His erection was trapped between your bodies, leaking and painful, but he didn't complain. He only tilted his hips slightly, seeking a ghost of friction against your thigh without daring to ask for more.
“Tell me if you want me to fuck you… or if you’d rather I keep going with my mouth,” he murmured against your ear. “I’ll get back on my knees. I’ll stay here until you're tired of me.”
You smiled, a cruel, satisfied curve of your lips. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at you.
“You’re pathetic, Soobin. Look at you… so hard it hurts, and you still don’t have the balls to ask for it.”
His face flushed a deep, shamed red, but his eyes shone with a mix of agony and arousal.
“I know… I’m pathetic. It’s because I love you. I just want to make you feel good. If you don’t want to touch me, that’s fine. Just let me keep going.”
You watched him, your breath still heavy. Soobin remained kneeling between your legs—hair a mess, face flushed, lips shiny and wet. He slowly pushed his pants down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, twitching against his stomach, a thin string of precum clinging to the skin.
You stared at it for a moment before saying, almost annoyed:
“Then fuck me. But do it my way. Don’t you dare go slow.”
Soobin nodded, his eyes wide. He straightened up, his large hands gripping your hips to pull you to the edge of the couch. He pushed inside you in one deep, unceremonious thrust, a long, guttural groan breaking from his chest. He stayed still for a second, eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to keep his composure.
“Fuck…” he choked out.
He started to move. At first, he was still too careful, too gentle. You dug your nails into his bicep.
“Harder. Don’t make me say it again.”
The rhythm changed instantly. His thrusts became rough, borderline frantic, the sound of skin-on-skin slapping through the quiet apartment. Soobin was big and powerful, and when he stopped holding back, it showed. Every stroke was deep, hitting your cervix with a force that made you gasp. He moaned with every lunge—those raw, slightly high-pitched sounds he always made, as if the pleasure was a punishment he was grateful for.
“Like this? Is this good?” he panted through gritted teeth.
“Shut up,” you snapped, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. “Just fuck me.”
He clenched his jaw and obeyed. The couch groaned under his weight. Sweat dripped from his chin, his hair sticking to his forehead in messy clumps. Every time your walls tightened around him, he let out a strangled cry. You could see the struggle in his trembling arms, but he was so loud. So beautifully, painfully noisy.
You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you.
“Don’t you dare cum yet.”
“I won’t… I won’t,” he panted, his eyes glassy. “I want you to go first. Please.”
You scratched his back, and he buried his face in your shoulder with a whimper. His hips never faltered, slamming into that perfect spot until you came hard around him, squeezing his thick length. Your nails drew blood on his shoulders as you peaked.
Soobin tensed, his entire body vibrating as he fought his own release.
“God… you feel so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
The second your trembling stopped, you shoved his chest.
“Pull out.”
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of pure frustration crossing his face, but he obeyed. He slid out with a low, pained groan. His cock was red and glistening, throbbing in the air. He stayed on his knees before you, chest heaving, looking at you with that familiar, desperate need.
“What… what do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice a hoarse wreck.
You watched him, enjoying the way his cock twitched rhythmically on its own.
“Finish yourself off. With your hand. Right here where I can watch.”
Soobin’s face burned, but he didn't hesitate. He sat back on his heels and wrapped his large hand around himself. He started to stroke, slow at first, almost shyly, never breaking eye contact. His breathing grew ragged.
“Sorry for coming home late…” he murmured, the words sounding like a prayer. “I know I mess everything up. I just want you to love me again.”
He sped up. His hips began to buck into his fist, desperate and messy. He looked so huge and yet so small kneeling there—that strong, athletic body shaking as he chased a release he didn't even feel he deserved.
“I’m close…” he whimpered, his voice breaking. “Can I…?”
“Not yet.”
He let out a sound that was half-moan, half-sob, but he kept going. His hand moved faster, the sound of it loud and wet. Tears were pricking his eyes again.
“Please… it hurts,” he whined, his head tossing back. “Just let me… I want to be good for you.”
You let him suffer for another minute, watching his thighs tremble and his jaw lock in agony. Finally, you spoke:
“Now.”
Soobin let out a long, shattered cry. He came hard, thick ropes of white splattering over his hand and the floor. He kept stroking until he was completely spent, his head hanging low, his breathing coming in jagged gasps.
When the shaking finally stopped, he didn't wait for a command. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to clean his own mess off the floor, silently and meticulously. He didn't look sad; he looked relieved. To him, this was the price of your forgiveness.
Afterward, he crawled back up and rested his head in your lap, his large arms wrapping around your legs. He was hot and damp with sweat. He pressed a soft, grateful kiss to your thigh.
“Thank you for letting me,” he whispered against your skin. “I love you so much.”
You didn’t say a word. You just ran your fingers through his hair. Soobin closed his eyes and drifted, perfectly content with the scraps you threw him.
He knew that tomorrow he’d probably fail you again. He knew he’d end up right back here—on his knees, begging, doing too much. But for now, he was at peace, even if it was a peace bought with his own humiliation.
And you knew it too. You didn't love Soobin for his heart; you loved how easy he was to break. As you stroked his hair, you weren't comforting a boyfriend—you were simply admiring how well you owned your favorite toy.
helllooo!! im a new anon here (in tumblr) i just wanted to ask why do ppl refuse to do male reader? like idk if its me but it gives me the ick sometimes and i was wondering what other ppls opinions are about it
Hi anon my lovely!!! Welcome to tumblr!! 🫂🫂💞 I’m going to answer this as best as I can but I’m sure it’s equivocal and varied why people don’t tend to write male reader. For which ones you find acceptable is up to your own digression but I’ll just put it out there for everyone that all writers have the freedom to write anything that they want in a literal sense, and so it’s completely up to them what they do and don’t write 🙏
At least for myself, I don’t write male!reader because in all honesty I am a smut blog, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to depict sex between two males without it being full of inaccuracies. I’d hate for someone to read it and just be able to tell I have very baseline knowledge of it, disconnecting them from the experience. I do consume gay media; movies, literature, art etc. but to put it frankly as someone who writes about sex spontaneously— I have no clue how any of the prep works 😥 Though if anyone is willing to explain I’d be willing to learn!! There’s also gender neutral reader which I have considered but in the middle of contemplating I realised that eventually at the smut scene I’d be unsure of how to depict it very neutrally and still make it enjoyable to read, or which of the anatomies I’d choose to write. Even now i rarely write any fem!readers with straps because I struggle to depict it, so it’s a learning curve I’ll have to get over on my own at some point.
Another reason which includes me as well is that fanfiction on the whole heavily leans towards a female audience. Especially for real person fiction, and it’s more likely than not that out of every 100 notes a writer does receive on tumblr, the large majority of those notes are not from people who identify as male. And even now I don’t think I’ve made any male mutuals on tumblr, but I’m always open to making new ones if there are any! So I guess for a lot of writers it does depend on the audience, there’s just a larger pool of fem!readers to cater to than is there demand for male!readers.
Other reasons I’ve seen include:
- some writers don’t write male!reader because they want to write stories with their own gender and personal experiences, or aren’t well versed in other genders.
- some writers are able to immerse themselves in their own writing and write more fluently if it aligns with their gender
- form of activism for some. Women who wrote eroticas/smut were frowned upon especially pre-21st century. They lived under oppressive jurisdictions and purity culture on top of religious virtues, some writers write for fem!reader to honor this.
- some writers don’t want to assume sexualities in rpf (though I’d argue that pushing a hetero relationship onto rpf is also assuming, but I can’t condone what a writer will and won’t write)
I think on the whole though, the largest reason is purely just statistic that fanfic culture is mostly dominated by women hence why writers may choose to not write for male readers!
— so you take requests huh 👀👀👀👀👀👀 write max x reader where reader takes over his video as a joke and then when the video is published, the viewers eat it up and say that its better with you on the channel as a joke ofcoursez so lowkey now you compete with max who would do better on each others channels in a span of a weekz but lowkey max boosts your channel more while his channel was slightly loosing and then by payment he fricks with us 👀👀👀👀👀👀
— eat it up! , max (3fs)
divider creds: @/im4yeons & @/𝘶𝘻𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰
summary: You record a video on Max’s channel for April fools and the fans love you! Max decides to make a challenge with you; you both switch channels and whoever does better within three weeks has to do whatever the other wants. What happens when you want something intimate?
warnings: SMUT, cursing, sex, P in V with protection, kissing, making out, dirty talk?, praise, stealing clothes, fluff, whimpering, BRING BACK MEN WHIMPERING!!! dom max & sub reader but I do dabble in sub max… Max being Max, idk is this ooc for him.. lemme know pls 🙏
word count: 3.4k
a/n: omg. i’m lowkey so proud of this and i’m sorry it took forever I got sick :(
The notification hit Max's phone at 12:39 PM on April 1st while he was lying in his bed.
3fs just uploaded: IM TAKING OVER (not clickbait)
He stared at it. Blinked. His thumb hovered over the screen. Had he forgot that he uploaded a video? He then clicked on it, the sound of your voice filling his ears.
"Hello everybody, my name is 3fs and welcome to escape the backrooms." You started off, staring at the camera with a mischievous grin.
"You probably notice something different, hm.. I wonder what it is.." You say and tap your chin, pretending to think. "It's April fools and i'm officially taking over Max's channel because obviously i'm better than him." You shrug with a smile. "And yes, i'm recording this in his office. No, he does not know i'm recording. Okay, let's go!"
The raw file was two hours of backrooms footage, but you cut it down to about an hour. Most of it was just you running around in the liminal space and trying to figure out where to go.
"THERES SOMETHING BEHIND ME! Wait it's a chair– ooh, and almond water!"
"Max, if you're watching this, i'm so sorry i'm actually ass." You blurt out and then cover your mouth, "Oh gosh, I forgot he doesn't cuss. BRO IM SORRY–"
Then came the hard part. You kept dying to the entity for at least 15 minutes and couldn't get past this part.
"Max!" You yell for him and hide the recording app. "He's gonna help and not even know i'm recording," You turn back to the camera with a grin.
You place the headphones around your neck as the floorboards creek, him opening the door.
"Hm?" He hums as he takes in the sight of you playing on his computer. "Wh- what are you even doing in here, bro," He asks with a laugh.
"Trying to play the backrooms. I was bored and i've been wanting to play this for a while anyways." You explain and turn around in the chair to look at him. "Can you help?"
"That depends. What part?" He steps closer and places a hand on the back of the gaming chair while leaning over. He had no clue you were even recording.
"I've been stuck here for like– twenty minutes or something, and it just keeps killing me and I can't find an exit." You explain and try to do it again, this time with him watching.
"No, no, no, you gotta find a ladder."
"Well, how do I do that genius?"
He rolls his eyes with a smile and places his hand over yours on the mouse. Blush creeps up on your cheeks as you let him guide you.
"You gotta follow the flickering lights," He explains and places his other hand on the keyboard. After a bit of walking, and avoiding the entity, you reach a hole in the wall and a ladder.
"Bingo." The warmth of his hand leaves yours and you look up at him.
"Okay, Leon Kennedy, thanks." You tease and laugh as the game loads to the next stage.
"That was a compliment!" He says as he leaves the room with a smile.
"No it wasn't!" You yell back at him and turn towards the camera, "Bro was clueless that I was recording. Okay, what the heck is this next place?" You chuckle and continue in the game.
The video was a hit. It got thousands of views and did just as good as Max's normal videos. The comments were filled with praise from viewers and they even asked for more of you!
You hear a knock on your door about two hours after you posted the video and open it to Max.
"You actually did it." He says, crossing his arms. You've talked about posting on his channel without him knowing before, but have never actually done it.
"I literally have your password." You respond with a laugh and let him inside your apartment. You both lived near each other and have been friends for a while, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to show up unannounced.
"How did you even– when did you even record this?" He thinks as he sits on your couch. "Oh my gosh, was it that day–"
"Yup." You nod and head to the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters, "I was recording that whole time and you were clueless," You explain and sit down next to him as you hand him a granola bar.
He thanks you as he shakes his head, "I'm a frickin' idiot."
"Common knowledge."
"Hey," He bumps your shoulder with a small laugh. "The comments loved you too. I'm starting to think they like you better than me."
"Sorry to break it to you, but they totally do."
As you're both eating your snacks and talking, it goes quiet for a bit longer than usual, and that's how you know he's planning something.
"What are you thinking now?" You question and turn to look at him.
"How'd you even know?"
"You do that thing with your face. Y'know, you like scrunch it up–"
"Okay," He laughs and licks his lips as he gathers his thoughts, "So, what if we switched channels?"
"Hm?"
"You have a youtube, right?" He asks and you nod your head, "Cool, so, we switch channels. I post on yours, you post on mine. Whoever does better within like– let's say three weeks, has to do whatever the other wants."
"Yes. Absolutely yes, that sounds so fun." You immediately agree and think of all the things you can make him do when if you win.
"Okay, hand over the password." He makes a gesture with his hand.
"Oh jeez," You cover your face and start to blush, "You cannot make fun of me. Max, i'm so serious–"
"What! It's just a password,"
"Yeah, a password I made when I was twelve." You explain as Max pulls out his phone to write down your password.
"You haven't changed it once?" He questions and pulls up his notes app.
"No," You shake your head, "Okay, ready? If you laugh i'm deleting your channel."
"Woah! Okay," He chuckles and gets ready to type.
"Spongeman51 with an exclamation mark–" You're cut off with the sound of him laughing hard. He covers his mouth as he quickly writes down your password.
"Your channel is gone by the morning!" You threaten and then stand up to walk away.
"Wait, please bro!" He says between laughs and gets up to follow you.
You both announced that you were switching channels as a challenge to see who can do better over the next three weeks. You two gained a lot of subscribers before even posting the first video, which was great.
The next few weeks you both posted every five to six days, on the same day and at the same time. It was mostly solo videos, but you guys did collab a few times.
You were winning and it was obvious. Your videos on Max's channel was getting more views than usual and more views than Max's videos on your channel.
"Did you see the views I got on the most recent video?" You excitingly exclaim to Max who was on the phone with you.
"Yes.." He sighs, "I'm so gonna lose. You're going to make me go out in public with an embarrassing frickin' costume or something," He shakes his head.
"How do you know that's what i'm going to have you do?" You ask. You had a plan on what you were going to have him do, if and when you won. You didn't know if he would agree, but it would be worth a shot.
The next video you uploaded was a collab, and you were playing Ghost Janitor. Max had just played it with Jacob recently but thought it would be fun if you both gave it a go.
"MAX, MAX, MAX–" You repeatedly scream his name and follow him down the stairs in the game.
"WHAT?"
There was silence for a moment before your character got up real close to him, "Calm as a cucumber." You whisper and then turn around in the game to the ghost launching at you. You scream and jump back in your chair as your headphones fall off your head.
"That took years off my life, oh my gosh," You place a hand over your heart and laugh, mostly because of Max's laugh.
The three weeks were up and you won.
You had a celebration by ordering pizza and eating dessert while watching your favorite movie, cozied up on the couch.
You were thinking about what you wanted Max to do and one thing was on your mind.
Fucking.
Maybe it was just ovulation week, but Max was starting to look really good. You've known him for a while but haven't thought about him this way until recently.
The way his hair rested, the way he was a gentleman, his biceps– especially his biceps.
"Shit, what am I even thinking?" You whisper to yourself and sigh. Maybe this would mess everything up. Or it could make things better.
You hear three knocks on your door before it opens, you seeing Max walk in. Of course he had to walk in at this exact moment.
You gave him a spare key for emergencies, but he doesn't really use it for that. He comes over whenever he wants, to cheer you up, or just hang out with you.
"Wow, look at you. Are you treating yourself for winning and making me look miserable?" He jokes and sits down next to you on the couch.
You cross your legs and look over at him, "You don't look miserable."
"Will I after you tell me what i'm supposed to do?" He questions.
You gulp.
A beat passes and silence falls over the room other than your favorite movie playing in the background at a low volume.
"You okay?" He checks on you and places his arm on the back of the couch.
"Mhm, yeah." You nod your head and sit up. "You have to post an embarrassing story." You make something up on the spot as your cheeks flush red.
"Really? That's it?" He says after a moment. He knows something is wrong, you'd never give him a dare that easy.
"Come on, you can tell me what you actually want me to do. I can take it." He flashes a smile at you. Your breathing picks up as you cross your arms.
You were gonna tell him. You had to.
"I want you to– I want you to fuck me." Your voice is shaky as you blurt it out.
Silence. Absolute silence.
"I– wh– what?" He stutters, completely taken aback by your request. He was expecting, 'Go into a restaurant butt booty naked,' not that.
"I shouldn't have– shit, i'm sorry–" You whisper and make eye contact with him. He was completely red as he still tried to comprehend your words.
"Is that what you want?" He cuts you off. You're silent at this point and raise your eyebrows. "Is it?"
"Yeah," You murmur quietly, nodding your head.
"Then okay." He licks his lips and scoots closer, his cologne infiltrating your senses.
"Max," You say and stop yourself before kissing him, his hand immediately going to your cheek as his thumb rubbed back and forth.
The next few moments were a blur. One moment you were kissing for the first time, the next you were straddling him about to take your shirt off.
You both were breathing heavily as you haven't come back for air in a while, too focused on kissing him.
His hand wanders under your shirt and sits at the top of your waistband. His hands were cold, making you twitch at his touch and also making him smile against your lips.
You pull back with a big breath, a trail of spit connecting you two.
"Your hands are freaking cold," You breathe out and place a hand in his hair.
"It's cause your apartment is sixty five degrees right now." He cheekily smiles and kisses down your jaw to your neck. He was nipping there softly and making small marks as you played with his fluffy hair.
Max looks down for a moment at your pajama pants and pulls away from your neck, his lips swollen.
"Are those my pants I thought I lost?" He laughs and looks at you through his eyelashes.
"I– um, not guilty." You bring him in for another kiss, both smiling into it. You tug on his hair to get a better angle and he whimpers. You can start to feel him get hard under you and you grind your hips slightly, a whimper leaving both of your lips.
"I'm taking those back after this." He says as he pushes your shirt up slightly to place his hands under them.
"No you are not," You respond and he stands up as you yelp. He holds onto you as he takes you both to your room, laying you down on the bed gently.
"Yeah, I am." He gets on top of you, pushing your shirt up even more this time, "Is this okay?" He asks for permission. Even during sex he was the sweetest.
"Yes, Max–" You let out a noise as he places his cold hands under your breasts, just teasing. He had that cocky smirk on his face too.
He pulls your shirt off completely and throws it in a pile on the floor. He takes in the sight of your bare chest and you feel self conscious for a moment.
"You're gorgeous. My pretty girl," He praises and kisses down your chest. You arch your back into his mouth with a heavy breath and place your hand in his hair once again.
"Max," You sigh his name out as he looks up at you while still kissing on your chest.
"Yeah? Just tell me what you want," He whispers and leaves a final kiss at the bottom of your breast before sitting back up.
Your hands wander over his covered chest and look up at him with that look. He almost went insane.
He immediately took his shirt off as it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. You knew he had a sleeper build, but shit.
"Since when did you get so ripped?" You ask and lick your lips as your hand wanders down and down. He didn't have a huge six pack or anything, but it was still obvious he worked out. Ethan was right that he kind of had the visitor build from No I'm Not a Human.
"I'm not ripped," He blushes with a smile as your hand trails down to his happy trail.
"Still, you look handsome." You compliment and spread your legs a little more to let him in.
He leans down to kiss you with a huge smile on his face, his hands wandering to the waistband of your pants.
"Can I take these off?" He asks between kisses.
"Yeah, of course you can." You maneuver to help him remove his your pajama pants. You were now only in your underwear, them being absolutely soaked.
"Frick," He murmurs, still trying to keep his language PG even though the things he was doing right now were R-rated.
His thumb brushes over your covered heat and you let out a whimper, grasping onto his shoulder.
"You're needy today," He says, smearing your wetness around and just teasing you.
"Max, please just– stop teasing," You let out a heavy sigh as he listens and pulls off your panties.
He begins to lay down, about to eat you out when you stop him, "Max– I love that you immediately went to eat me out, but I need you, like now. Next time you can do it, okay?" You explain and cup his cheek.
He gets back up, "Yeah, of course. Anything you want." He kisses your face a few times before removing his pants and boxers. "There's gonna be a next time?" He teases.
"Shut up," You pull him down for a kiss, it turning sloppy quickly. You pull back and reach to your nightstand, opening the top drawer to grab a condom.
"You dirty dog," He jokes, and gasps as you smack his arm playfully. You hand him the condom as you help him put it on. He wasn't huge but probably around six inches and about a normal thickness. He was whimpering and leaking the whole time while putting it on.
"You ready, gorgeous?" He asks and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear as he examines your face.
You nod your head as his hands move to your knees, spreading you wide for him. He pushes in slowly, going at a slow pace before bottoming out with a loud groan.
"Shit," You curse and adjust to his size, holding onto his biceps as your nails dig into him. You wanted to leave marks. You were assuming he wanted too as well as your neck and chest were covered in them.
He started to move once you said you were ready, one hand moving from your knee to your hip with a steady grip.
"Gosh, feel– so good," His mouth drops open for a moment before biting his lip with a groan.
He starts to move faster with a steady pace, making sure you were okay. You moan as your back arches from the pleasure, Max's hand pushing your hips back down.
"You tryin' to run from me?" He cockily states and rubs his thumb back and forth on your knee.
You hum and shake your head as he speeds up and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into you deeper. You both let out a synced moan, staring at each other before kissing sloppily.
Your hand caresses his cheek and you pull back with a moan, your thumb tracing his eyebags and then going to his lips.
Everything stops as he hits that spongey spot inside of you. You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back as your back arches and you clench, hard.
"Jeez," His eyes dart around, not knowing what part of you to look at. "Is that the spot? That feels good?"
"Yes! Fuck–"
"Language, baby," He says, trying out something new as he stares into your watery eyes, speeding up and repeatedly hitting your spot.
"M' sorry," You immediately apologize and your arms fall back onto the bed as you clutch the sheets with a string of moans.
"Max, I'm gonna cum. Please– please let me," You beg with a heavy breath, staring up at him through your eyelashes.
"Yeah, i'm right there with you," He groans as he places kisses on your jaw, going up to your lips. "Go ahead, let go for me, yeah?"
As soon as he said those words, you were gone.
Everything clenched as you let out a loud moan, tugging on his hair as your back arched. Your head threw back onto the soft pillows as you clench around him.
"Shoot, I can't–" He whimpers, letting go as you spasming around him made him completely let go. He spilled into the condom and stayed there inside you for a moment, you two breathing heavily, just skin on skin.
He pulls out of you as you both moan from the loss of warmth, sitting up and disposing of the condom. He kisses you all around your face as you laugh, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.
"Gonna grab you a towel and some water. I'll be right back. Just say there and look pretty for me," He says and gets up from the bed with a smile and disappears into your bathroom.
You can't believe you just had sex with Max, a guy who doesn't even cuss. You can't believe he actually agreed to your dare from winning the challenge.
He comes back into the room with a damp wash cloth and some water in your favorite cup. He kisses your forehead and spreads your legs, cleaning up the mess you both made. You were sensitive, letting out small noises as he cleaned you up.
He picks up the cup of water and takes a sip before handing it to you. You gulp down almost the whole thing before he stops you.
"Hey! Leave some for Mr. Max over here," He takes the cup from your hand and drinks the rest, sitting the empty cup on your nightstand and laying beside you.
"Mr. Max?" You say with a laugh and turn to face him on your side. "Also.. what are we gonna tell the fans I made you do?"
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