boyfriend!taeil x fem!reader • pure smut • Taeil fell asleep during movie night, but he definitely did not approve of your method of waking him up...
WARNINGS: smut, fingering, very very tiny amount of degradation, teasing, choking/breath play
“Baby, you're being too loud.” He was pressing into you, his chest heavy on yours while his fingers worked diligently under your jeans and underwear. “The guys are right outside, you don't really want them to hear you, do you?” Taeil nipped your jaw, the slight pain making you moan. “Baby,” he warned, his fingers slowing down.
It wasn't more than 10 minutes ago that the two of you had been with the rest of the guys, watching a movie and eating snacks. As usual, Taeil had started falling asleep halfway through the action flick Johnny had chosen. Haechan had rolled his eyes and nudged you.
“But he's so cute,” you whined, looking over at the man snuggled into your side. He had an arm stretched across the back of the sofa, and his legs were starfished out. Taeil’s head had fallen onto the back of the couch, his hair flopped into his eyes.
“If you don't wake your boyfriend up, we’ll never hear the end of it.”
You pouted at Hyuck, but his face remained unmoved, so you sighed and turned to the man sharing your blanket. When you pressed your hand down onto his thigh, you felt his muscles jolt, and his face twitched, his nose scrunching for a brief moment. Before you could lean into him, an idea struck you. It was likely to get you in trouble, but once it hit you, you couldn't shake it.
Your hand moved slowly from its place on his thigh to the junction of his legs. Luckily with his legs spread out, you could easily palm him through his jeans. Taeil’s legs moved, and his stomach sucked in with a surprised breath. You pressed your palm down with a bit more pressure, and you watched as his eyes fluttered open, looking around confused.
When he realized what was going on and where the two of you were (and with who), his eyes snapped to you. You were smirking, eyes half-lidded. But he didn't smile back. His hand disappeared under the blanket and wrapped around your wrist with enough force that your mouth fell open. It took all your control not to let out a small moan.
Taeil looked upset, but there was a dark tint to his eyes, one he tried to keep under wraps until you two were alone, usually in your apartment.
Licking your lips, your fingers reached out to brush the growing bulge. Taeil only squeezed your wrist harder before tossing your arm away from him.
He stood so abruptly that some of the guys flinched. The tint in his eyes was gone and you began questioning whether you had actually upset him.
Starting into the hallway, Hyuck sat up. “Hyung, do you want us to pause or stop the movie?”
The rest of the boys let out small groans.
“No,” Taeil spoke gruffly. “I’m going to bed.”
A door slammed down the hall and everyone turned toward you. Your whole face was red, so you scrambled from your place on the couch.
“I think I upset him. I'll just go check on him.”
You walked quickly from the room, ignoring the murmuring of the boys behind you. Once you disappeared from sight, the volume on the TV was increased.
Taeil’s room was empty, but the light from one of the bathrooms was spilling into the hall, so you cautiously approached it. You tapped on it quietly.
“Yeah?” He didn't sound quite as mad anymore.
The door swung open and your arm was in his grip again as he dragged you in and locked the door.
Before you could finish your question, Taeil was pressing you back into the wall, one hand still grasping your wrist while the other traveled up your hip to the place where your shoulder met your neck.
“What was that earlier? Were you trying to embarrass me?”
His voice was so low and husky, a squeak escaped your throat. You had been in his presence for less than a minute but your panties were already starting to soak through.
“No, Taeil. Haechan told me to wake you up.”
“Like that?” His thumb rested in the hollow of your throat.
You swallowed, your eyes finally meeting his. That dark tint was back, and there was a small furrow in his brow like he was concentrating too hard.
His thumb dipped for a second, making your breath stutter. “Answer.”
“Not like that. I was just having fun.”
His thumb left its place, but he brought his whole hand around to encircle the front of your throat. “You think it’s fun to mess with me, huh? When I can’t do anything about it?” Taeil’s eyes caught on your lips. He captured them with his own, nipping on your bottom lip. “How would you feel if I did that to you?” He spoke against your mouth, catching your lips with his teeth.
“I don't know,” you breathed out, trying not to sigh into his touch as his hand left your wrist and grabbed onto your hip roughly.
He moved his face away from you, a sharp look in his eyes and his jaw set determinedly. Quickly, your jeans were undone and he slipped a hand under your underwear. A smirk crossed his lips when he felt your dampness. “Damn baby, I've barely touched you.” A small whine left your throat when his fingers brushed passed your clit in favor of testing your sopping core. “What's got you so wet, huh?”
“You,” you breathed, your face straining to meet his. He pulled away from you again, his hand moving from your throat only for his arm to come across the top of your chest, anchoring you to the wall. “Taeil,” you whined, teeth biting into your bottom lip.
“What, baby?” His smirk was bright as he watched you struggle. “What do you want?”
Taeil flashed his teeth at you. “I’m sorry, YN, bad girls don't get what they want.”
His fingers entered you then, two digits that worked agonizingly slow. Moans spilled from your mouth whenever he picked up any kind of speed. A particularly loud gasp had him pressing his arm up toward your throat. His fingers were three in while his thumb brushed against your clit.
“Baby, you're being too loud.” His mouth had been working wet kisses along your jaw and neck, leaving blossoming bruises in his wake.
When his fingers slowed down in warning, you bit your lip, trying to keep your cries quiet to avoid the many boys right down the hallway from hearing you.
“Good, baby,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on the shell. He rewarded you with a kiss, his tongue slipping out to run along your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth when his thumb pulsed faster over your clit, bringing you to the brink you'd been craving for too long.
“I'm gonna cum,” you gasped into his mouth.
“You’re gonna cum for me?”
Your eyes opened so you could look at him. Taeil had a glint that had you stuttering. “Y-yes, Taeil, I'm gonna cum for you.”
Your walls began to convulse around his fingers, but before you could tip over, he was removing his hand and buttoning your jeans again. Breathing raggedly, you watched him move away from you toward the sink. Normally, you'd be in bliss and his fingers would be in his mouth, enjoying the taste of you. But your orgasm had been ripped from you, right at the last minute, and your boyfriend ignored your glare in the mirror.
His brow quirked, but he didn't turn toward you.
“Taeil, what the hell?” You felt like you could sob, your pussy was still sensitive, running near raw, and pulsing for something to fill it again.
He turned toward you then, a polite smile on those torturously gorgeous lips. “Don’t mess with me, baby. I always win.” With that, he planted a chaste kiss on your mouth before slipping from the bathroom and disappearing into his bedroom.
When you finally caught your breath, you growled. Eyes trained on his door, you set your shoulders and shook your head. This game was nowhere near over.
