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sunny ; she her, 19 mdni, <3 bnd !

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taesan as chase atlantic songs

warning: mostly contain heavy themes, e.g. depression, mental health, substance abuse, addiction, emotional dependence

➤ now playing: ozone · chase atlantic

5 bucks

addict!taesan x sweetheart!femreader

➤ now playing: empty · chase atlantic

5 songs nsfw

idol!taesan x former idol!reader

➤ now playing: you too. · chase atlantic

5 hints nsfw

escape room operator!taesan x player!reader

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5 hints

escape room operator!taesan x player!reader nsfw

taesan as chase atlantic songs

➤ now playing: you too. · chase atlantic

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, angst, comfort, smut, mental health, implied trauma, emotional distress, caretaker!taesan, sub!teasan, switch!taesan, dom!taesan, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, oral sex, semi-public sex, power dynamics, forced proximity, nicknames, rushed plot kinda

synopsis: you signed up for a duo escape room to escape your mother’s control, but you showed up alone. however, you weren’t by yourself — a mysterious operator observed you from the other side of the cameras. once he finally entered the escape room to assist you, tension sparked. but first, a sexual side quest awaited you before completing your escape.

word count: 2400

“shut your mouth!”, your mom yelled at you. a plate shortly after shattered in petite pieces on the tiled kitchen floor.

all because you had dared to speak the forbidden words: “if my friends can, why can’t i?”. you should’ve kept it to yourself and surrendered. you mustn’t show any signs of disobedience, never.

any conversation revolving around you wanting a fragment of freedom, always resulted in a fit. you were subject to her absolute dictatorship.

in your mom’s eyes, you were only 19, with a lack of respect. she never saw you, she only envisioned a dainty doll she could play with.

in a different context you’d be rapunzel, minus the ‘happily ever after’ ending. you were tyrannically trapped from the outside world — the witch deemed it protection.

she still empty-heartedly expected love from you. but it’s hard for you to end a conversation with ‘i love you’, when you know it’s not true.

explaining your mom’s authoritarian ‘affection’ to your friends was hard. you felt like a disturbance to them. “sorry, if i speak about me too much” is how you usually concluded your attempt at opening up.

in the end, you simply let your friends write you off as a deadbeat friend. for a brief moment, you had believed friendship was the key to happiness. but your friends weren’t equipped with the keys to the immovable door that locked you in.

the exit was closed shut, detaining you inside. you faced it alone with deteriorating belief — not a single knock or voice was heard from the other side.

“i can give you a hint”, the escape room operator disclosed calmly through the speakers. his voice immediately disappeared from the spacious room once his sentence finished.

he monitored each of your moves in detail through his smart screen. his high resolution cameras caught your pretty but puzzling face.

however, you didn’t want any of his help. your mission was to liberate yourself. nobody shall tamper with your fate — not even the escape room operator.

this was your escapism. you signed yourself up for this fictional confinement as a distraction from the life you endured all this time.

unfortunately, the employee read you like an open book. he was a reader of your ‘autonomic’ story, convinced it was no more than a fallacy.

“thanks, but i don’t need it”, you replied.

you stubbornly proceeded to waste another 10 minutes on the same puzzle, despite being offered assistance.

“the last piece is in your left hand”, the employee responded firmly in his microphone. his voice sounded stern but soft through the speakers.

“what? i didn’t ask for your hint”, you said while looking confused at the camera.

clearly, you didn’t ask for his involvement. you had declared your independence.

“you still have 5 hints”, he responded with a slight smile — you couldn’t see — forming on his face.

he gave you a free clue, which was unexpected considering the rules and hint system were usually enforced to a tee. but the man behind his monitor seemed defiant.

nonetheless, you went ahead and solved the puzzle. however, you were surprised to see nothing happen.

“you’re an unfunny liar, do you know that?”, you yelled into the camera lens, feeling deceived.

“it must be a mechanicial issue? i’ll come check”, the speakers echoed. the operator left his room.

was the escape room guy messing with you, or was this your destiny?

you looked at the clock — more than 5 minutes have passed.

finally, a door opened and a young man rushed into the room. he was like a knight in shining armor who came to rescue the princess.

“apologies for this shit—i mean inconvenience”, the nameless figure spoke. he walked towards the back of the room.

his handsome appearance froze you in your actions. you knew his voice sounded attractive but you didn’t expect him to be prince charming himself.

you noticed the employee card pinned on his grey oversized hoodie — his name is taesan.

“your friend didn’t come?”, taesan asked casually while opening a hidden cabin with his silver keys.

“i lied about having a duo for the escape room”, you replied awkwardly.

“just say you have no friends”, taesan answered jokingly with a grin on his face. you smiled back at his playful response in light of the situation.

taesan moved his face to the side to grab some tools. you quietly began to scan taesan’s entire presence at this ideal opportunity.

he looked punky and endearing. you couldn’t help but smile at the fact he was the one you heard through the speakers. who would’ve thought that this unfamiliar character was so deadly to your heart.

his fierce look, his perfect teeth-smile, his ethereal face — perfection was defined by his unique appearance. you felt mysteriously drawn to him.

taesan suddenly turned around to look at you, as he felt a pair of eyes looking him up and down. “but you called me a liar, didn’t you?”, he playfully asked, before returning to his task.

your eyes widened at the sudden eye contact. your heart drummed at a paced rhythm.

fortunately, the secret door worked again thanks to taesan's practical skills. a smile appeared on taesan’s face, this time from seeing your dazzled reaction.

“want me to join you? since i’m here anyways”, taesan offered, obviously making a move on you. his straightforward approach made your heart flutter.

you hid your flustered face away from taesan. “how many of the 5 hints will that cost me?”, you responded while ‘innocently’ glancing at the clock.

“fuck that”, taesan said with a smirk on his face. he might’ve not meant it in a sensual way, but he devoured you in one look.

soon after, taesan stepped foot into the prolonged passage he opened up. you followed him curiously close from behind.

inside the peculiar pathway, a dangerous tension formed as the poor visibility only emphasised the suggestive scene you two found yourselves in.

in your mind, dirty thoughts spiralled. you realised you and taesan were by yourselves — surrounded by nothing but led lights and each other’s bodies.

you bit your lip at the image of you kissing taesan in this darkness. you imagined his skillful hands exploring you from inside, unlocking a new dimension.

taesan suddenly stopped at the well-lit end of the way. he turned around to face you, snapping you out of your wet dream.

“behind this door is the final room”, taesan said as his eyes pierced through you in the dark.

you’d nearly forgotten the reason why you were here — your autonomy.

now you were confronted with a detrimental dilemma: do you reconquer your life from your mother’s rule, or give that up to cross an unfamiliar road she ruled out?

“if you see me as your duo—”, taesan said as he pushed open the door to a new room, “the victory will be ours”.

..what if taesan enabled you to do both?

however, you were terrified by thoughts of getting close to him. you feared it was all delusion — a false fantasy fueled by your misunderstanding.

“are you ok? i can also just leave you to it”, taesan asked calmly, breaking the dead silence.

“there’s something about the way you treat me. favouritism isn’t something i relate with well”, you answered.

“i’ve never been the one to pick favourites. i just really like you”, taesan confessed.

he never felt this way for anyone. you were the very first person his heart spoke to. he usually distanced himself from others. he had no love, he was hoping you could change it.

“you’ll end up disliking me”, you slowly spoke.

“don’t say that, when i know it’s not true”, taesan replied softly while grabbing onto your hands. “it’s not true babe.”

you realised, taesan was the helping hand you were destined to hold. taesan found the one and only key that could unlock the door, freeing you from your mom's incarceration.

finally, you managed to find somebody else to kill that pain for now.

he gently brushed your lustrous lips with his thumb, softly sliding his finger tip over your pigmented gloss.

you stared at taesan’s eyes with delicate desire. “i could look at you forever”, you verbalised while tracing his sculpted jawline.

taesan held you against the escape room wall. he licked your sensitive ears and seductively whispered: “please do.”

after his lips mouthed his phrase, he lovingly pressed them onto yours. your hands held onto his red lush hair, as you passionately kissed him in a desperate response.

taesan stopped to lick the glowy lip tint off your lips. you felt weak from his tedious touch — you wanted him to know all your tasteful flavours. the moment grew intoxicatingly more intimate.

if taesan had gone back to his room instead, he might’ve moaned your name dramatically into the microphone while watching you. he would be holding his cock in his hands — stroking it — wishing it were your narrow walls keeping him captive.

but he’s here, hearing you moan his name in between sloppy kisses as you daringly rubbed onto him — the foul friction causing you to go nuts.

you went on your knees, took off taesan’s tight boxers, and licked his dripping tip. you earned a lovely moan from him. “you love licking, don’t you?”, you teasingly whispered.

you pumped his hard dick with your hands before putting it in your warm mouth. you deep throathed his cock, while looking in his fucked eyes.

you loved seeing taesan in this state as you sucked him hard. his eyebrows went up in a frown as he hissed. his yearning facial expressions wet your core.

“aghh—shit, baby”, taesan murmured from the immense pleasure. his dizzied eyes rolled up to the low ceiling.

“use me, babe”, taesan moaned softly as you increased the speed on his long cock. he started trusting into your damp mouth — the grip felt irresistible.

you moved away and removed your clothes. taesan instinctively grabbed himself a stationary chair in the room to sit on. his burning eyes were sharply focused on your next move.

you began riding taesan’s cock demandingly with only your stained underwear on. the soft material covering your pussy mixed with his sticky precum.

you moaned — almost yelled — at the rubbing of his dick onto your fragile pussy. it felt like his erect tip was punching through the drenched barricade of your panties.

“do we have time left”, you cried out to taesan, wanting to continue. “whatever you want, babe”, taesan answered breathlessly, actively surpressing his greedy groans.

you slid down your panties and taesan licked your slick, sensitive folds. he felt drunk from your sweet savour. his tongue brushed against you, his eyes sparkled with intensity.

your naked body shook from the sudden oral sensation taesan introduced to your pussy. you whined with pure pleasure. his thirsty tongue completely wet your entrance with his saliva.

he then positioned you perfectly above the head of his throbbing cock, begging you to enter him.

eventually, you sank down onto taesan’s twitching dick. a mutual moan filled the room. your pussy stretched into a perfect fit for his aching cock. lewd sounds spread the room as you bounced on him.

the moment he walked in, you wanted him deep inside you. you needed him pounding into you with his liquids, flooding your entry.

taesan’s head fell back. a rough groan left his mouth. you rose up — almost off of his dick, his tip nearly slipping out — before plunging back deep down.

the frantic rhythm was perfect for the two of you. your clouded mind was spinning and your lips were parted, from the way taesan’s lengthy cock completely filled you up.

taesan poked every sensitive spot you could imagine, leaving your eyes dazed and mouth begging for more. he scrunched his face, overwhelmed with the way your pussy clenched around him.

at every hiss taesan voiced, you’d squeeze his dick tighter. he completely lost himself as he was seated, with you driving him and his dick insane.

he noticed heavy loads of mixed cum leaking out of your core — a creamy puddle drooping onto him. taesan increased his tempo under you, so more loads of his and your juices would ooze out of this dear hole.

he thrusted back up, harder, with his hands on your hips. hoping to be balls-deep into you. he was practically pounding you forcefully into the air. you were the one riding him, but he managed the entire operation.

“ahh—deeper! yes, mister”, you cried out, focusing on the way his dick absolutely overpowered you. taesan grunted at your erotic noises and nickname. “mr. operator, please”, you roared with raw need.

taesan plunged his shaft into you harder. his movements were urgent, needy. this dick belonged inside of you, driven all the way up to your deepest base.

a wave of drooling sensation flowed through your bodies. his length milked intense waves of liquid matter out of you. he pressed your lips shut, swallowing all of your naughty moans.

your hips stuttered and trembled through your final climax. you hypnotically, almost frantically, grinded down taesan’s fully coated length to embrace every single inch. you eventually slowed down, as you weakened from your overwhelming release.

taesan faintly shoved you off of him, to bend you over. he deep dived his dick into you from the back, filling you with greater depth, before burrying his last hot eruption of overflowing cum into you thoroughly. “fuck”, taesan groaned while cumming.

you bit your lip at the warm sensation. the sides of your walls were wholly glued with his white cum. he painted each spot, pumping the paint in and out. your pussy was a water fall, with the liquids flowing out effortlessly.

“you conquered my heart”, taesan whispered in your ear gently from behind. his soothing sound sent shivers down your spine.

“you too. i love you”, you replied pantingly, feeling undone by his cock still stuffed inside — keeping your walls warm and creamy. “my room next?”, taesan asked. (jokingly?)

he can fix me

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idol!taesan x former idol!reader nsfw

taesan as chase atlantic songs

➤ now playing: empty · chase atlantic

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, angst, comfort, smut, mental health, implied trauma, dating scandal, emotional distress, emotional intimacy, (ex-)addiction, drugs, oral sex (m), semi-public sex, fingering (f self), grinding, sub!teasan, caretaker!taesan, purely fictional idol au, "babydoll" nickname, implied unprotected sex, p in v, and creampie.

synopsis: you got involved in a dating scandal with taesan. your career went downhill overnight and all taesan needed to do was deny the rumours — but he didn’t. while taesan went on a harmless hiatus, you struggled to cope and rebuilt your life from scratch. the silence was loud and obnoxious until the two of you found yourselves singing in your boutique. the melodies uncovered a loving duet and composed a desire for each other’s rhythm.

word count: 2400

a picture and a lie — that’s all it took. your existence in the industry was wiped within a few hours.

you disappeared, by force of the masses.

not even a full album had been released yet. you only had two singles and one mini album. 5 songs, that’s all your career amounted to.

“female idol caught sneaking out, date with taesan?”, all the articles were titled.

false, you never met that night.

besides, you and taesan stopped meeting after the reality show aired. you survived the smaller rumours but this one blew up out of proportion.

there was no date, only polite smiles and, sadly, scarce texts. how could they sway around such a damaging narrative?

you interacted inconsistently to start anything, let alone go on secret dates.

the press ran with anything, even a falsehood. they knew the headline was worth all the publicity, even if it jeopardised your livelihood.

you asked your company to deny it and they did. his agency on the other hand hit you with radio silence.

you cowardly spammed him, begging him to deny the articles too. you sent texts back to back, hoping he’d see at least one of them pop up on his screen.

delivered. taesan never replied, he never checked.

old friends turning into strangers. even if you meant nothing to him, he could’ve at least told the people the truth.

without a single second thought, you were dropped by your company. no call, no nothing. you, once again, found out via the media.

fine. “you win, gold star”, you sent before blocking taesan. his career survived with nothing more than a harmless hiatus.

you? you degraded to a worthless creature who could only be known as “a desperate rookie, seeking male validation from her senior”, as a youtube video phrased it.

you started out life again. a full factory reset.

you rented a building in a secluded neighborhood and sold clothes you made by hand — no one visited though. you were close to bankruptcy.

during opening hours, you’d sometimes sleep on the cashier counter. no one was coming anyways.

except the dealer — he visited every week.

red pill helped you get your words out. whatever was left unsaid by the press and the long-forgotten individual, was confessed by the medicine.

blue pill, wouldn’t it help you calm down? sadly, no matter what you tried, you’d still find yourself sobbing on the cold stone kitchen floor. your heart felt solid, like the ground underneath.

“mama, what’s the reason i feel empty?”, you cried out over the phone. only her voice would make you live through it all a little longer.

but you couldn’t return to your hometown. you promised to make a lot of money — now you were dirt poor.

your idol dream abruptly ended. as if your alarm clock went off and you had woken up to the harsh reality.

one day, a bell rang. it wasn’t mom, it wasn’t your alarm, it was the store bell.

someone entered. “i still got some”, you said to the figure. the dealer visited a day too early.

no answer? strange, normally the dealer would immediately leave. you looked up and blinked.

that wasn’t the dealer — it was taesan.

the boy was roaming around the store, looking for a new shirt. his gaze flicked around your boutique. you noticed he dyed his hair a saturated red colour.

he briefly stopped at an item he liked. he picked it and politely walked up to the cashier’s desk.

as his eyes met yours, time stopped for the both of you. it felt like eternity had passed before one of you said anything.

“oh—i didn’t know you worked here”, he said awkwardly.

you scoffed at his comment. “i own this fucking place, taesan”, you said before you took the item in his hand and threw it in his face.

you walked away from him, towards the staff room he couldn’t enter.

“i didn’t say anything because i thought the silence would protect you”, taesan said apologetically — he was talking about the dating scandal.

you kept walking while shaking your head, refusing to believe his silence was meant to help you.

“i thought if i didn’t respond, the rumours would die down and we could start from there”, he said with sad eyes. you refused to look at him.

your desperate messages saw no reply — not even worth a single click. you felt useless, holding onto a piece of paper that kept your life together.

taesan’s ignorance ripped it apart, leaving you with paper scars. and you wished he would glue it back together, but now it felt too late.

“I thought—“, he continued while walking up to you.

“i might pop another please don’t tempt me”, you said before slamming the staff room door shut.

taesan stood outside. staring at the closed door, that reflected how your heart was.

you fell to the ground, with tears in your eyes. you cried silently for a couple of minutes. refraining from resorting to the drugs in your pocket.

your head spiralled and overflowed with thoughts.

you held onto the reserve clothing rack as you slowly stood up, trying to calm yourself down on the other side of the door. the emotions felt unbearable to suppress.

he realised it. he ruined you.

taesan wanted to apologise, he wanted to beg you to come out. but he did not have the key to your heart, it got lost. he unknowingly dropped it.

he walked up to a mirror. “i don’t know what i’m doing”, taesan whispered while looking at himself.

he wanted to be firm and reliable but he was human too. “this might be the reason why she left me”, he thought to himself.

then he looked at his face. he didn’t realise a tear ran down his cheek. “you don’t deserve to cry”, he said quietly to his reflection.

taesan returned to the door. he knocked.

“i know i fucked up badly but—we could try—“, taesan suggested through the gaps of the door.

“you still think about those old times. but i’ve been sober for 48 hours”, you yell out.

you couldn’t go back. you lived and suffered in the present.

this time, you were addicted to substances. you kept making attempts to break free, so there’s no way you would do this all over again.

to you, nothing could reverse the void taesan had created. you only had yourself and the packages of drugs.

“must be fun still being able to sing. i had 5 songs before you blew my light out”, you cried out.

“i listen to all your 5 songs. all day, every day”, he whispered against the door, hoping you could hear him.

“lies. i have zero listeners. we both know — not a single soul listened to what i had to say during the scandal either”, you slapped back with a broken voice.

taesan started knocking the melody of one of the songs on the door. he had to show you that he never forgot about you.

you froze. you immediately recognised which song it was.

you heard taesan’s voice through the door crack. he sang your lyrics. he knew every single world, flawlessly.

you felt like you were doomed again. the world set you up, again, making you relive the pain all over.

you leaned against door and emotionally sang along to your song. you felt comforted by the individual who took that comfort away from you.

tears ran down your face like waterfalls. despite not seeing taesan, you felt his presence. something you thought was impossible after the dreadful event.

the song finished. the store fell silent, like it usually did.

taesan removed his hand from the door. “if you sing the other 4 sings with me, i will go”, taesan pleaded.

this time he took out his phone. he started playing your songs and he sang along.

this time you didn’t sing. you needed time to process it all.

no words, sounds, nor thoughts came out of your mouth. still, taesan kept singing your song, in the hopes that you’d somehow change your mind.

click.

the door opened — your heart did too.

taesan looked at you with unspoken want. he didn’t expect you to open the door. his eyes carefully traced your exhausted frame.

you held onto the door knob. “the green pill doesn’t do shit. it barely gets me higher than this music”, slipped out of your mouth.

taesan looked worried. he quickly snatched the green pill bottle out of your pocket. he smashed it on the ground.

“never take that again, promise me”, he said as he pressed you against him in a hug. your tired eyes closed as you felt his touch.

you stood there, motionless. you wanted to hug him back, but you felt too overstimulated in the moment.

you started sobbing in his arms. not knowing what to do. “i’m here, baby”, taesan whispered.

you sniffed against his shoulder. you painfully said “tell me why the fuck i feel so empty”.

taesan gently ran his hand through your hair. your song still played in the background.

“i will love you unconditionally, allow me to”, he softly responded.

you held his hand and took the shirt that he initially wanted to buy. you two walked to the changing room, while you were leaning on his arm.

you told him to take off his hoodie as you closed the curtain of the changing room. no one else was around, but you felt like closing off the area.

he obediently took off his hoodie and looked at you with longing. he felt weak and devoted to your voice.

you touched his skin lightly before you put the shirt on his upper body.

“you look pretty in my clothes”, you said nearly inaudible. he smiled in response.

you felt your dried up tears on your face. they stretched tightly across your face.

taesan noticed that it bothered you. he grabbed your hand and planted a kiss on it.

then he whispered “tell me if you’re uncomfortable”. you nodded.

he touched your cheek slowly and then went up to your face to lick the places where your tears dried up.

taesan rubbed your face gently and wiped it clean. leaving no stain or scratch behind. he treated you like you were made of porcelain.

he brushed through your hair like you were a doll and cupped your cheeks. “do you feel better now?”, he asked you softly.

“yes”, you answered. you felt the anger cool down completely.

“do you want to wear my hoodie? it’s cozy and comfy”, he said.

“i do”, you replied, wanting to feel the soft material that clothed him.

he gave you the hoodie as you took off your tank top. you felt a helping hand that helped you slowly, almost too cautiously, pull down the hoodie.

you looked at him. a smile formed on your face.

“i’m not made of glass, taesan”, you giggled.

“i’d not forgive myself if i left a scar on you again—i—”, he said but was interrupted by a big hug.

“forget it. let’s pretend we just met — love at first sight”, you suggested. you placed a kiss on his jawline.

taesan was flustered. he licked his lips before kissing your cheek.

you tapped your index finger on your lips and pouted while looking him up and down. he understood.

he pressed his lips onto yours. the sweet kiss lasted as long as all 5 of your songs combined — still playing from taesan’s phone out in the store.

you tapped his solid stomach. taesan sat down on the chair inside the changing room and raised his shirt.

you bent down in between his knees and licked his abs. you looked up at taesan to see his reaction.

he flinched and his lips parted. you loved the sight.

then you unbuckled his pants and pulled his boxers and underwear down.

you slowly took out his cock and he twitched.

“uaghh—”, taesan moaned. his head fell back against the wall. he gripped the chair he sat on.

“i love you”, you whispered against his length, sending vibrations from taesan’s bottom to the top.

“shit, my babydoll—“, taesan loudly groaned. you licked his tip slowly in response. “mmmmhh—”, you moaned.

you swallowed all the precum before you placed a kiss on it. “pretty boy tastes so sweet”, you giggled softly.

you enjoyed seeing him groan several times.

he seemed to have mental frustrations too, you could tell. that’s why you wanted to treat him well.

you sat on his lap and kissed him passionately, inserting your tongue. he tasted himself.

you earned a moan from him as you grinded your clothed pussy against his bare dick. “aughh—so good babydoll”, taesan moaned again.

you grinded against his dick. his grunts sounded so lovely.

you wished you could record it and play it every day. your songs were nothing compared to the beautiful sounds this man made.

taesan started hissing as he was close to his orgasm.

you removed your jeans and underwear and rubbed your clit against his needy cock. not putting him inside yet but giving him enough friction.

taesan moved his hips according to your rhythm. it was as if your bodies were writing a song and his moans were the lyrics.

“love—ughh—you”, taesan said as he came on his stomach. you swiped a finger through it and then licked all of it on his stomach.

you put the wet finger in your pussy, pumping it in and out a few times while maintaining eye contact. taesan loved it.

you then told him to open his mouth and told him to taste it. he felt so turned on, he became hard again in an instant.

you noticed and smirked. “wanna make more music?”, you whispered seductively in his ears.

you two (re)produced something new, something unheard before. your bodies created wet sounds that surpassed any other melody that existed.

you were glad, after only having released 5 of your works, you wanted to make more.

though not inside the studio but inside your favourite artist.

you replayed the climax of the chorus all over again. until the instruments trembled, too tired for another round.

the desperate tempo of the song lasted until the artists both finished their final verses. with a pleasant tune in each other’s ear.

what a fucking collab.

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addict!taesan x sweetheart!femreader dark

taesan as chase atlantic songs

➤ now playing: ozone · chase atlantic

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, angst, comfort, fluff??, mental health, implied trauma, difficult home situation, emotional distress, emotional intimacy, (ex-)addiction, drugs, smoking, “sweetheart” nickname, mild threat/stranger

synopsis: you went to a party with your friends, but it was the outdoor silence in the dark night that kept you company. there, under the light, sat a boy with red hair. you shared the night, trading loneliness for an unspoken understanding.

word count: 2015

you didn’t get the memo. you thought it was a casual type of party your friends brought you to — it wasn’t.

it was a night club under the premise of getting high, getting drunk, and getting laid.

the whole time you stood in a corner scrolling on your phone, checking random apps — anything to not look bored.

you felt misplaced in a room full of partying people. perhaps, you should've stayed home.

but you didn’t want to. going to the party felt like an act of rebellion, an act of independence, an act of individuality.

regardless, the party you begged your parents permission for was out of your comfort zone.

maybe they were right. even as a full grown adult, you had places where you didn’t belong.

you decided to go outside for some air. in reality, you wanted to escape and get a sense of freedom that you were desperately seeking every second.

truth is, you saw your friends enjoying the party — something you could never relate to. not wanting to ruin any of their fun, you walked out and closed the front door.

it was dark, it was 10:51 pm. you scanned your surroundings to make sure it was safe.

you stood near the front door and felt much more at ease now. the chilly wind refreshed your mind.

it was more peaceful outside, in the dark, in the silent night. who would’ve thought that your resistance to your parents, would lead to you watching the black sky filled with beautiful stars.

then you noticed a red haired boy on the empty street across, sitting down, right under the shining lamp post that helped brighten up the darkness. his phone was in his left hand.

the mysterious boy had a grey hoodie and jeans on. his red hair and silver accessories sparkled under the moonlight. you liked how his red hair contrasted his dull outfit.

you spotted the club wristband around his wrist — it was the same as yours.

seems like you weren’t the only one finding peace outside of the party, rather than inside. it somewhat felt comforting, knowing you had somebody, despite seeking solitude — away from your parents and from the loud crowd.

he looked back before you could look away. you panicked and quickly broke eye contact. maybe you stared for far too long. you nearly dropped your phone on the concrete floor as well.

when you turned around to return to the entrance, the boy, eerily genuine, said “don’t go in. the partying lifestyle isn’t for you, sweetheart”.

you stood still. “did i really look out of place?”, you asked yourself, not wanting to say it out loud. you already knew the answer to the rhetorical question.

he was right.

you turned back around and blinked a few times before finding an appropriate comment. “red suits you”, you shouted loud enough for him to hear.

you wanted to continue the conversation, unsure whether that was because of the unpleasant party or the unknown gentleman.

the young man looked attractive, you admitted. he reminded you of a sweet pot of strawberry jam that was hard to open. deep down, you wanted a taste.

the stranger chuckled. “you think so?”, he asked from the other side of the road. he put his phone in his pocket and stood up to observe you better.

“yeah, you stand out and it complements your fierce features”, you answered with a cheeky smile.

he laughed back. “your black dress looks pretty on you”, he noddingly responded.

you blushed a bit. you felt something form in your stomach. the red-haired boy surprisingly opened up faster than you’d expected, it seemed.

buzz. a text appeared on your phone from one of your friends, asking where you were. guess it was time to return.

after all, you came to the party to hang out with your friends, not to hit on a dude. “sorry, gotta go”, you said quite disappointed.

“wait”, he shouted demandingly. you tightened the grip on your hand bag and phone as he walked up to you.

you were definitely taken aback by the sudden change in sound level and facial expression.

you backed up as the figure — blessed with phenomenal visuals, was approaching you with unreadable intent. a gut feeling told you something was off about this red-dye guy.

he walked to the trash can next to you. he emptied his pockets full of pills, packs, and more stuff you couldn’t recognise — your best bet was that those were drugs.

“red flag. run. fast”, your brain told you.

you immediately ran towards the entrance, not wanting to get involved with this, now dangerous-looking, cherry redhead.

but you stopped as he threw 5 bucks at your heels. “please. 5 bucks, all i have”, he said desperately.

you looked down. 5 bucks. real dollar bills.

you turned around, to face him. “i’m not a stripper, get fucking lost”, you angrily said while stomping on the bills.

the red boy’s sad eyes sparkled in the darkness. they were filled with deep emotions you didn’t fully understand. his arms weakened and fell down.

he let out a deep sigh. truth is, he didn’t understand love. he only knew that addictions, those which kept him alive, costed money.

you scoffed, looking at the cigarette pack still poking out of his pockets. “listen, a nice boy like you shouldn’t ruin himself with addictions”, you said almost too caringly.

you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. he was so free that he became careless. he was the exact opposite of you. you had something to withstand, you were always guarded.

he looked lost, whereas you had somewhere to go. although you rarely had control in choosing the destination, at least it was “in your best interest” — your parents would say.

that was a blatant lie of course. it was in their best interest, not in yours. you had different things in mind for yourself. at least you figured that part out.

the young man on the other hand, seemed confused, not understanding what was best for him. he made mistakes with these white lines and he became clouded with all of the smoke.

“i need some reasons to live maybe you could show me some”, he said quietly, almost giving up.

the desperate boy then took the cigarette pack out of his pocket and threw it across the road. pretty much begging you to stay with unsaid words. as if he was trying to prove himself to you.

you stood still and texted your friends “i’m going home sorry”. then you bent down and picked up the money.

he didn’t dare to look at you, reminding you that he wasn’t sure of himself either. he was secretly afraid of ruining you with his imperfections.

“i know it’s time that i fucked up your plans”, he breathed out, almost in a cracking voice. he paused. “i wish i was more of a man”, he whispered.

he was afraid too. he couldn’t let himself unknowingly hurt you, what was he thinking? the cherry redhead walked back to the lamp post, feeling defeated.

however, you refused to go back now. you cautiously walked up to him. almost wanting to make a point, wanting to set the record straight.

“lesson 1: money can’t buy real love”, you told him while putting the money back in his hoodie pocket.

he stood still, surprised and obedient. he felt enlightened by every letter you uttered. he struggled with his reactions though, as such words and genuine actions felt too new to him.

“lesson 2: real love rarely is found at these night clubs”, you followed up. he silently listened and nodded, looking at how your mouth moved, endearingly.

you grabbed his hand and walked, not really knowing where you would end up, just away from the club.

the red-haired boy didn’t resist, he was at your mercy. he felt safer with a stranger than alone, where he had only himself.

“lesson 3: to spend time with people you love, you must love yourself too”, you whispered.

you looked deep into him, wanting to touch every strand of emotion within him.

you knew he couldn’t love someone properly if he didn’t feel like he deserved any of it either. you were almost so into it, that it felt like it was your fight too.

“lesson 4: make the world lovable, don’t make the world love you”, you softly shared.

your soothing voice echoed through the streets — likely the only noise clear enough for him to truly hear. everything else sounded unbearable.

the red-haired boy looked a bit confused though and scratched his head.

you pointed at a random car. “see that red car? the headlights could be his eyes, if you let your own imagination run with it", you said.

he smiled. bingo.

“you can see the good in things, if you look without judgement”, you argued. “create your own happiness, don’t expect others to do that”.

he nodded understandably. he felt bad after realising that’s exactly what’s happening right now.

you continued the night walk, leaving a peaceful pause before giving your last advice.

“lesson 5: it’s easy to misunderstand people, so don’t be too harsh on them”, you stated, almost letting a voice crack unveil your personal struggle.

you knew your parents wanted to protect you and did everything for you. which is why it was hard for you to blame them.

but at times you felt so depraved of living your own life, that you wondered how others lived theirs.

you wished to liberate, to break free, to overcome.

the vibrant head had faced the other way. the boy noddingly looked down, staring at his feet.

he felt like he still had so much to learn and he was thankful someone was willing to teach him.

if your were a religion, he would practice it daily. knowing every line of your teachings. a sinless believer who would never disappoint the presence he worshipped unconditionally.

however, he had a feeling this fulfilling moment would be temporary, not long lasting. he was so close to drowning but you gave him the air he was deprived of.

air felt limited in his world. “thank you, sweetheart”, he finally managed to say while looking up at you.

“don’t be harsh on yourself either. you might not fully get yourself either, so figure that out”, you said reassuringly.

the red car parked next to you, started its engine and the head lights turned on.

you both moved to the side and you tightened the grip on his hand.

“someone who’s been hurt a lot gives the best advice, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they use that advice themselves”, you reveal to him. a rock lifted from your back.

your verbal freedom, accompanied by someone who listened, gave you the happiness you longed for.

the cherry redhead bit his lip — he had no idea what to say. he knew one thing though, he wanted to hug you. so he did.

you hugged him back and you both stayed like that for 5 minutes. letting the silence sink in, contrasted by your truthful breaths against each other’s skin.

it was late now, time to go. you promised your parents you’d be home before midnight.

you let go of him. “following life by the book is hard. i’m not forcing you to change. that’s up to you”, you finished with.

you put your hand on his shoulder. “that’s all”, you whispered in his ear.

he shivered, feeling his heart beat faster than ever.

the strawberry-looking boy looked into your eyes — almost lovingly, almost too promising.

“buy yourself something healthy with the 5 bucks, okay?”, you said before leaving him behind.

“and don’t forget you owe me one”, you added without turning around anymore — the last words the poor guy would ever hear from you.

to him, the 5 dollar bills were worth more than its monetary value now.

it held a memory. it held a promise. it held your hope.

you never shared names, but you exchanged comfort, initiated by 5 bucks.

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[sungshoe]

my hail mary ♥︎

a hail mary in american football is a desperate, last-second long throw in football where the quarterback launches the ball toward the end zone, hoping to score a final touchdown miracle.

footballplayer!sungho x cheerleader!y/n nsfw

a two pov story with a shared ending

➤ now playing: never felt so alone · labrinth

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, angst, comfort, lil fluff, smut (ending), confession, unrequited love/rejection, crying, mutual pining, mental health, emotional distress, injury, unprotected sex, emotional sex, public sex (bathroom), creampie, “princess” nickname

pov: y/n｜synopsis: you love sungho, and have always liked him. now that you’re both graduating from college, you want to confess. you throw your final pass. you ask one of his teammates to put in a word for you but sungho rejects you. your world falls apart. was the hail mary really a miss?

pov: sungho｜synopsis: sungho loves american football, and has always liked it. but after getting injured during a game, he’s benched for the rest of senior year. his world falls apart. until he notices a cheerleader from the sidelines. he starts liking her and with a few months left on the clock, he throws his final pass. but she rejects him. was the hail mary really a miss?

now, you are reading pov: y/n

i loved him, a lot. sungho was the most perfect boy i’ve ever met.

when i saw him for the first time on campus, he looked so confident. sungho was the ultimate package: his well trained body, beautiful hair, and alluring facial features.

don’t be mistaken though. sungho was a major cutie too. his sweet personality, his pouts and smiles, and his love for american football — my heart belonged to him.

sungho was the golden boy of the team, and dare i say of the university.

and i? i was just a cheerleader. i was another girl on the sidelines, who longed for a boy who knew little about her. every time i cheered, my eyes found him — he never looked back.

i tried to approach sungho many times. however, i ended up crushed by the people surrounding him and his busy training schedule.

i felt a wall building between me and him, made of heaving bricks i couldn’t lift nor remove.

i wanted to climb over the edge. scared for the drop, even more scared of not being able to reach its height.

we were graduating soon. this was definitely my last chance to make my love for him known, to get rid of the stinging feeling inside of me.

so, i threw my hail mary.

the football team wrapped up their first football game since summer break. sungho seemed to have rushed to the changing room as one of the first players like usual.

i tapped on one of his teammates’ shoulders. my heart was still racing and my hands were shaking.

i politely asked the stranger if he could tell his friend sungho about my feelings. the boy promised to tell me sungho’s answer once he got it.

a day later, i heard back: ‘sungho said no. didn’t even ask who’. my heart quietly shattered.

ouch. i should’ve known better — i was merely a nameless and faceless figure to a boy i admired for years and failed to approach even for a second.

all the time i thought i didn’t try hard enough — it hurt. i wished it wasn’t true, really.

i knew it wasn’t something personal. i respected sungho’s feelings and never resented him. it was a valid punch in the stomach.

i simply felt that brickwall between us fall onto me and crush me. i couldn’t stand up, i couldn’t move, i let it all fall down on me.

my world felt small suddenly. filled with myself only, wanting to fit someone in, who had his own filled space to preserve.

i cried night after night and wanted to move forward. but my heart stayed behind. i continued to feel heavy on the inside — fixed in place and left unfixed myself.

all the while, i tried to continue to smile and cheer. but nothing truly felt the same to me anymore.

i should’ve not thrown that hail mary. it irreversibly revealed the truth about my agonising longing.

i certainly looked so insignificant in this world, the world i dedicated to sungho.

this was no fault of his. i threw the ball to a deserted area, thinking sungho was there to catch it. only making myself look more like a foolish loser than a daring winner.

now, you are reading pov: sungho

i can’t remember exactly how it happened. i do remember i was in immense pain but nothing felt worse than knowing my career was shattered, the one i dedicated my entire life to.

when it happened, the pain in my knee, the crowd’s gasps, the silence — the weight of everything crushed me. i resented that moment badly.

no more games. no more plays. just the bench.

a torn acl tore my dream apart, for good. i loved nothing, i only loved football. i felt so insignificant, i felt empty without football. this couldn’t be me, i refused.

i lost my dream, my spark, my light.

but then i saw her. i sat on the bench and glanced at my teammates, with envy. a girl caught my attention.

i realised she was always there, right by the field at every game. i felt drawn in, not knowing by what but i wanted to be fixed by her.

i could’ve seen her a hundred times, but none of those times i would’ve actually noticed.

now that my world turned grey, i couldn’t take my eyes off of her. she looked back at me with sad, soft, and understanding eyes. eyes of a person i knew nothing about, a nameless figure.

in that moment, i felt a deep longing for closure. i wished to be comforted by her, and to comfort her.

i started watching her more than the game. the warmness the field had once given me, i found again in loving this girl.

i managed to figure out her name, it was y/n. she was one of the senior cheerleaders.

i fell in love with her. i wasn’t confused, nor longing for distraction, nor overwhelmed by change. i knew it, i was sure — my heart belonged to her.

it was all or nothing, i had to tell her, not wanting to let anything dear to me slip away again. we were a month away from the last football game for seniors.

so, i threw my hail mary.

i confessed to her on the field. my voice was shaking but i meant it from the bottom of my heart. which once was only filled with a dedication to sport, now spacious for only her.

but she looked at me like i’d punched her in the stomach. i quickly apologised for the sudden confession.

she looked down and said “sorry i don’t love you”. then she turned around.

i stood there, motionless, heart pounding, wanting to know how i got it so wrong. did i ruin it?

she oddly hesitated to move. i wanted to run up to her and ask how i could win her over. but it was far too late.

it wasn’t my sport to play, i was an assigned loser. i wasn’t in my prime anymore, i lost it all.

no hail mary could’ve saved the game. i was a washed-up player chasing a long-lost victory.

now, you are reading pov: y/n

during the seniors’ last game, sungho was still on the bench as he was still injured.

sungho quietly cried, too helpless, too depraved from anything he loved. no one noticed — except for me, i did.

i wanted to ignore him, look away but i couldn’t. my eyes fell back on this miserable figure.

after the game, i walked up to sungho. as i walked up to him, he stopped crying, his eyes widened.

i hugged him. his nose sniffed. i said nothing, neither did sungho. i felt a tighter hug back.

i patted him on the back. tears started flowing down my face. this time, sungho looked at me like he always should have.

i wiped away his tears and kissed him. wanting to feel his lips. sungho kissed me back passionately. a pure love emerged from us both.

i held his hand tightly and we walked to a bathroom stall to calm down. i washed his face.

sungho started crying again. he was overwhelmingly disappointed about his inability to play. so i kissed him to make him stop.

sungho pulled me closer until there was no space between us. he kissed me back like he was drowning. my mouth being the only thing keeping him alive, the air sungho so desperately needed.

sungho’s hands trembled and voice shaked. he whispered “don’t leave” almost breathless.

i promised i wouldn’t. rubbing his cheeks and eyeing him with authenticity within my teary eyes. “how could i leave you, sungho? i have always loved you”, i said quietly.

sungho’s tears fell on my skin, warm and aching. we grinded up against each other, longing for each other’s closure. we felt entitled to each other’s truth and devotion.

“want you”, i said vulnerably, at his mercy, yet stern. i gave away my soul to sungho, i healed my scars with every touch of his.

we were ugly crying, rubbing against each other, with nothing to hide any longer.

“i’m sorry”, sungho cried in my neck apologetically, overstimulated by the emotions and pleasure.

we pressed against each other in need of raw confirmation. a moan escaped my mouth during our kiss. i looked sungho straight in the eyes. “i’m all yours”, i said sensually.

sungho carefully reached under my cheerleading outfit, unsure and trembling. i reassuringly helped pull down what clothed my core.

i then rubbed myself against sungho’s clothed crotch, earning a desperate moan.

we made love then and there. we undressed and sungho slid into me gently from the back while hugging me. “fuck—my princess”, he groaned as i immediately clenched around him.

i desperately held onto the sink as my walls gripped his cock tightly, back arching. sungho hit every spot perfectly. he was made to be inside of me, he fit into me like a missing puzzle piece.

tenderly panting, feeling him, bare and burning against my dripping core. we pressed into each other, whimpering at the sensation. so undeniably exposed to each other, it felt so authentic, so intoxicating.

i softly yelled sungho’s name while my head fell back onto him, eyes rolling back, too lost in the endless pleasure he gave me with each deep and loving thrust behind.

we whined for each other. both needy, both craving for love, both begging to prove something during this intimate naked connection.

sungho turned me around and lifted me up with his arms. he wanted to see my face more than anything.

we were rocking into each other like a cry for help. our movements revealed a mutual yearning. we gasped for oxygen in each other’s mouths.

“i love you so much”, sungho said full of emotion. we were uncontrollably in love as more liquids leaked out onto the bathroom floor.

i felt so vulnerable but protected in his hands. “love you, princess”, sungho moaned out right before we both came again.

the wet sounds, the white mixtures leaking out, the sweat drops on our faces — we were so desperate for each other. we were inseparable like romeo and juliet.

sungho’s rhythm, my clenching, it was our gentle euphoric moment. claiming each other’s names with whimpers, natural liquids, and unfiltered sobs in between what felt like heaven.

the last game, once thought to be our last meeting, turned into our renaissance.

we learned the score board was left untouched by our hail marys, they made no difference. but we had failed to realise those were never our games to win. we were unknowingly on opposite teams.

only when we gave up on the game, did we make the final score of the season. we settled our love story, that ran on miracles, saved by timing.

how he looks when he’s sitting on the bench and keeping his eyes on you, the love of his life that he can’t get over 💔

also thank you for the people reading and/or liking my posts. i appreciate every one of you <3

[sungshoe]

off camera

cameraman!taesan x camgirl!femreader nsfw

a two part series, this is part two.

➤ now playing: die for me · chase atlantic

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, smut, fluff, comfort, confession, mutual pining, nsfw (m+f) p in v, unprotected sex, hand job, oral (m) / blowjob?, sub!taesan, switch!taesan, dom!taesan, edging, riding, creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, nicknames

synopsis: you’ve been streaming on a 18+ platform for almost a year now to earn money. you quickly got yourself a cameraman who’d set everything up as your channel grew rapidly. taesan: he’s professional, sweet, and never did or said anything that was out of his role. who would think that your new vibrator brand deal would lead to you two realising each other’s feelings and exploring each other’s bodies.

no text, no call, no answer. just the silence you secretly feared most — it’s indeed over.

you’ve been hit with a radio silence ever since you hung up that call with taesan.

you expected that much to be honest. taesan was too good for you, too good to be true.

it was 9 am, the next morning. you were still asleep, not wanting to wake up at all.

ding dong

the doorbell ringing wakes you up.

“i’m coming, wait”, you yell at the front door.

“what idiot is waking up people at 9 am to advertise their fucking shit. hate my life”, you mumble while looking for the keys.

you open the door while rubbing your eyes and to your surprise — fucking taesan is here?

the sun is reflecting onto his blond hair. taesan is wearing his usual dark glasses. he looks beautiful and you missed his smile.

before you can even let out a single word or breath, taesan reveals a teddy bear he’s been hiding behind his back.

“hey. uh—ahah—i wanted to tell you properly”, taesan starts with an awkward laugh.

is he going to say he’s quitting? and that teddy bear is a pity prize? why does he look so apologetic?

“i like you too, a lot. actually since the very beginning we met, honestly. i didn’t want to overcomplicate things and ruin the professional relationship we agreed upon, so i didn’t dare to—”, taesan continues.

before he can finish his sentence you jump on him and hug him tightly. pressing your weight down on him and catching him by surprise.

“say no more”, you whisper. the words tingle in his ears sending shivers through his spine.

taesan immediately hugs you back, with the teddy bear still in his hands.

the boy rests his left hand on your head and starts gently patting you down. you feel safe, safe in his presence.

you look taesan in the eyes. his brown eyes shimmering at you and his cute cheeky smile being the most adorable thing you’ve seen.

you break the hug and touch his pretty lips. “can i kiss you?”, you ask softly, not wanting to disturb the comforting sound of the wind breeze, that’s blowing through taesan’s hair and through his shirt.

in a heartbeat he kisses you very gently on the lips. a pure and loving kiss. taesan loves you, with his entire heart, full of feelings for you.

you pull him into your living room without breaking the kiss. you feel love drunk, drunk from the addictive figure in front of you giving you butterflies in your stomach.

the kiss turns into a messy and desperate one as you push taesan down on your couch. pinning him down, you remove his glasses which no doubt turns taesan on.

taesan inserts his tongue into the kiss, sending you into a state of need. you feel hungry for more, making out isn’t enough.

you break the kiss and tuck a hair behind your ear. “babe, do you wanna go further?”, you say while pressing his hand — with the long forgotten teddy bear no longer in his hand, against your chest.

taesan replies “yes, only if you want angel” and puts his other hand against your shoulder, rubbing you softly.

the room is filled with love.

“strip babe. put your clothes on that chair”, you say as you look at him. taesan looks around the bedroom he practically knows by heart.

he notices you put away his camera equipment.

you smile with eyes filled with love and obsession.

“don’t worry, we’re keeping this private”, you say while looking him up and down. your eyes piercing through his skin.

taesan obeyed your order fast, nearly laughable. maybe it was your tone or demeanour that made his dick twitch. he felt like he was already getting hard.

you swear, within seconds, he was already lying naked on your bed. waiting impatiently for you.

his beautiful body and long dick waiting to be touched by you, only you.

you remove your pyjamas until you’re only in your underwear.

you get on top of him and kiss him hungrily. feeling his body with your left hand and lifting his chin with your other.

you break the kiss with taesan and you whisper in his ears: “does my toy need glasses to see me fuck him?”

“n—no, were just for decorative purposes”, he replies.

you smile teasingly and kiss him again, licking his face, his lips, and neck.

taesan is feeling hotter by the minute. he’s fully naked under you, and you’re staring into his eyes, with a sly smirk, licking him down, touching his face.

“fuck, i need you y/n. i’m going insane rn”, taesan whimpers under his breath. arching his back and holding himself back from just flipping you over and pounding into you.

after your down placing hickeys on his neck, you straddle his legs. dragging your fingers down his textured chest.

“taesan, you’ve been a good boy for me. always watching me”, you say seductively.

you reach down and pump his shaft with your hands. a moan escapes his pretty lips.

“fuck—please”, taesan gasped, his hips jerking.

you increase the tempo and lick the tip. causing taesan to throw back his head deep into your pillow.

taesan holds your left hand while your right hand is pumping his long warm cock up and down, making him feel closer to his orgasm.

you go faster as he lets out uncontrollable whimpers that sound like music to your ears.

“shit—tt. angel—i’m gonna—”, taesan groans as he’s nearing his release.

you stop and kitty lick his tip again with your tongue. “mmh baby not yet. you can’t”, you say with a evil smirk on your face.

taesan looks so fucked under you that you almost give in to his sexually alluring expression and put him inside your pussy. gosh he looks so hot.

you edge him for a few minutes which felt like eternity for taesan.

“please i need to—ahghhh—”, taesan moans while sinking his head deep into your pillow.

he feels proud of himself, though. for not losing full control and bending you down. giving you the backshots he so desperately needed.

you decided to let him cum inside of you.

you pull down your panties and innocently press your pussy down until only his tip is inside.

“ughh—ah fuck, t—taesan”, you let out from the pleasure feeling him inside of you.

you bounce a bit on his tip and you both start moaning.

taesan feels so good inside of you and this is just the tip. you need him pounding into you until your fucking legs are numb and your neighbours’ neighbours know his name.

“shit—angel, y—you feel and sound amazing”, taesan manages to say in a broken voice.

you give him a fast-paced handjob while his tip is still touching your walls. you need him to cum inside of you so fucking bad, you are going crazy.

“i’m—fuck—i’m cumming”, taesan groans as he sends his heavy loads of cum into you, filling you completely to the brim, it partially spills out.

you get wetter by the minute from his horny moans, warm liquids, and veiny dick floating in your head.

not long after his orgasm you sink down another inch. taesan’s head falls back again, ripping another long and loud moan from his throat. he can’t take it anymore.

you fully plop down onto him and take in his full length. you both moan from the pleasure.

“s—so tight angel”, taesan chokes out.

you start riding him in cowgirl and whimpers spread the room.

“aughh—taesan you feel so good baby”, you yell while his cock fills up every tiny space in your pussy.

you’re completely cock drunk. rocking your body onto his heavenly length.

taesan jerks his hips up, into your pussy. going deeper, eyes glassy and watery, lips onto yours, moans transferred from mouth to mouth.

you bounce harder, deeper, rawer. your boobs fly straight into taesan’s face.

taesan starts sucking on your tits like his life depends on it. “fuck—so good”, you mutter in response.

you grip the sheets and slam down even harder, chasing your orgasm with each deep thrust.

you felt like you could die from the pleasure, taesan’s dick hit every spot you needed, just how you wanted.

you were in control but it was his cock hypnotising you from the top to the bottom.

your body shudders, spilling all the cum out, with the loudest, and most horny, scream you ever let escape your mouth “i’m close—ahaaagh—”.

after you both calmed down, taesan takes your naive state as an opportunity to flip you over.

“the only thing my angel needs inside of her pretty fucking pussy, is me”, he whispers in your ears.

you wiggle around in his grip. he’s pinning you down, making you squirm. not allowing you to move around any longer.

he knows how to fuck you like you want it, he’s cocky, but has the cock to justify it.

he enters you ways he has always dreamed about at night, in his room, jerking off to your livestream replays. his hands, and your hair ties, around his desperate cock. letting all his desires escape him, that he couldn’t let out on set.

god, taesan attentively loves you to the point he knew everything about you, your sex preferences, your unorganised moans, your favourite positions.

taesan could make a bingo card and get everything right, everything crossed out. the amound of times you came, the stickyness, the wet slapping sounds, all proof of his excellence.

as expected from the camera man who witnessed all your sexual moments, and replayed almost all of them too. how could he not know how to fuck you into a begging slut?

taesan was so selfless, so head over heels, so secretly in love.

“fuck—baby, you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to—aughh—pound into you and get you to squeeze my—nghhh—dick like that”, taesan manages to say in between his needy moans.

the camera man stole the show. now, he’s on top, he’s in control. this is taesan’s game.

“t—taesan. s—so good. need more”, you moan, almost passing out from the intensity of the pleasure taesan is shooting inside of your core with his rough, relentless thrusts.

his cock-drunking strokes leaving with no choice but to scream his name out.

“t—taesan fuck—please, sir, i’ll be good”, you beg.

“good girl”, taesan says smirkingly. a devious look settling on his face. “should i reward you with an orgasm then?”

taesan will make you remember nothing is better than his powerful weapon. giving you endless rounds until you’ve had enough of his dick. which would be — never.

taesan is truly the biggest tip that god could send your way. unlike any other donator.

no toy felt so fitting and pleasant in your pussy like his dick. not just your camera man — he is your sweetheart, your favourite toy and now,

your man.

snacks in bed with taesan after all dat 😵‍💫 i luv u

／part one on camera

[sungshoe]

on camera

cameraman!taesan x camgirl!femreader nsfw

a two part series, this is part one.

➤ now playing: run for the hills · tate mcrae

genre / warnings: lowercase intended, angst, comfort, crying, mutual pining, emotional distress, caretaker!taesan, nsfw (f) vibrator, self-masturbation, exhibitionism, minor dubcon

synopsis: you’ve been streaming on a 18+ platform for almost a year now to earn money. you quickly got yourself a cameraman who’d set everything up as your channel grew rapidly. taesan: he’s professional, sweet, and never did or said anything that was out of his role. who would think that your new vibrator brand deal would lead to you two realising each other’s feelings and exploring each other’s bodies.

this was your fifth brand deal so far. it was one of the most trending vibrators that you got to promote on your livestream. you heard good things about it.

already 25k people were watching, and taesan who just started your stream 4 minutes ago.

you quickly start the vibrator on normal mode. the vibrations were amazing. the buzzing object is already more powerful than you expected. your legs start shaking and your mouth dropped open.

you quickly look at taesan and gesture that he has to move the camera a bit to the right to capture the product box on the edge of your bed better.

taesan understood it instantly and nodded quietly.

matty_0267 donated $400: “look so hot put it on a higher mode you slut”

“t—thank you matty”, you moan while rolling back your eyes. he’s your top donator and is in every stream of yours. you do everything to milk his wallets dry.

taesan quietly scoffs after hearing matty is in the chat.

gosh, he hates that motherfucker. it couldn’t be jealousy. why would he be jealous of a no-lifer donating his rent to you, right?

maybe taesan is annoyed at the fact you seem so happy whenever matty’s here. taesan is always there for you but it’s not him, never him, that you’re trying to please.

he is irritated at the fact you let that no-lifer talk to you like that. he himself would never do that, out of respect.

you obediently put it on a higher mode but accidentally chose the highest. its too much for you. way too fucking much. you are arching your back and screaming. the pleasure is overwhelming you.

“aghh—fuck”, you yell out in a broken voice. you moan uncontrollably. you feel like your pussy is gonna fall off any time now.

chat is going crazy. the views and donations are going through the roof. taesan mutes donations as the text-to-speech voice seems to disturb the situation even more.

69lordtheo donated $50: “look at that monster breaking her pussy”

nails deep into the mattress. you look uncomfortable, unlike your usual self. which only taesan notices.

he looks really worried at you. he wants to drop everything and go help you. but he knows the rules. he cannot, no matter what happens, appear on camera or make a sound.

you try to turn it off but its not working. you look at taesan and overly panicked you throw the remote at him. he catches it and tries to turn it off.

you bite on the nearest pillow to suppress the screaming as he tries his best to fix the unresponsive remote. taesan shakes his head with an anxious expression.

you can’t take it anymore. your body feels weak and the movement underneath you is almost taking you out. liquids are pouring out of you.

“aaahh t—taesan help me!”, you beg with tears in your eyes.

taesan freezes. he looks up from the camera. this is the first time you said his name on stream.

he blinks a few times and quickly runs up to you. not caring about any rules. he kneels down. hesitating for a moment before he plunges his fingers inside of you.

taesan pulls out the vibrator with his one hand while patting you down with his other hand to reassure you.

“it’s okey. i’m here”, taesan whispers to you while trying to keep his cool.

he quickly runs off camera trying to minimise the visibility of his face on camera. and trying to hide his burning red cheeks from touching you like that.

he quickly takes out the batteries while processing what just happened.

you’re panting with your eyes are wide open. you feel ok again but don’t know how to handle the situation. everything happened so suddenly.

you look for your phone and read the chat.

lion718: “who the fuck was that”

saydaddydavid: “that’s obv the camera man. he’s a fucking npc”

you put down your phone and try to calm down the situation.

“guys, that was just my camera guy. the vibrator was acting up! did i worry you?”, you say while pulling your skirt up again. you’re desperately trying to laugh off the situation.

you wink to the camera and decide to say your goodbyes. “anyways that was all for today. thank you for watching me try out the new [brand name] vibrator. byee!”.

taesan gets the wink signal to turns off the stream and does so. he gives a thumbs up.

you fall back on your bed and say “that has never happened before”.

taesan replies “right. are you okay, though?”

your heart somehow sinks. “yeah. i’m sorry you had to.. do that. you can go wash your hands and go home”, you say oddly saddened.

“aw don’t be sorry. i should’ve done my job better and checked the product beforehand. it’s my bad”, taesan responds a bit nervous but trying to make you feel better.

he goes to your bathroom to wash his hands to not dirty your equipment.

but then taesan hears you — crying?

were you in pain? what happened? he runs back with a towel in his hand.

you did not fully understand yourself either. your tears ran down even more at the sight of taesan standing there with worry written all over his face.

taesan knows you. you probably won’t tell him until you’ve calmed down and took a nap.

like what happened on days when you weren’t feeling good and suddenly rescheduled the livestream. taesan would tell you to take a nap and you told him you’d call him when you woke up, to explain yourself.

but you never actually called him after the nap. you kept it to yourself. you felt like you were troubling him and latching onto his kindness. silence was better.

and still, somehow, these words slip out of your mouth: “i lied don’t go home taesan”.

he walks up to you and lowers himself. he wipes away your tears with his hands.

you try to avoid his eyes as you’re embarrassed.

“i will—uh—clean you up if you’re fine with that. you seem too tired for a shower”, he says softly while adjusting his glasses as he stands up again.

you nod but don’t say anything back. you can’t say anything back. you get it now.

you love taesan.

taesan went home after you woke up from your nap and told him you feel better now.

images of taesan carefully cleaning you up flash in front of your eyes. he was trying his best to not to look at your private part. so cute, he wants to be as respectful as possible.

yet you’re here feeling something deep, obsessive, filled with fear of hurting either of you.

you never wanted to admit that you felt something for him. but when you told your viewers taesan was just a camera man, deep inside, you suddenly felt like your heart broke into pieces.

you grab you phone and call taesan. hoping he doesn’t pick up, hoping he quit, hoping he blocked you, hoping he hates you.

because you can’t go back now if he picks up.

“hello y/n?”, taesan answers within 15 seconds of the call going out.

“i know i never called you after my naps”

a silence fills the room.

you can tell taesan wants to say something.

but you want to be the one breaking that silence.

“i love you, taesan”, you say almost inaudible. you immediately hang up.

a tear escapes your eye again.

“it’s probably over now”, you whisper to yourself, the phrase echoing in your now empty room.

this was supposed to be a smut-only but i fell for the taesan simp propaganda. plus, it’s hard to immediately switch to fucking if you lowkey just wanna hug him and never let go.

／part two off camera