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alpha!taehyun ➛ the first forever (II)
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 ➛ (final I), part 6 ➛ (final II)
warnings: SMUT! ALL things a/b/o, unprotected sex (don't!), rough sex, (positions: missionary, doggy, cowgirl), psychological rewiring through pleasure, safeword (suggested), breeding kink, strength kink, manhandling, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, orgasm control (once), degradation, choking, knotting, cum eating, refractory period at the speed of light, they break the bed, a little bit of shower action, dirty talk, (lots of: cum, knotting, squirting, crying, kissing), reader gets emotional, lots of lore & reassurance
tws: this is a work of fiction and in no way reflects the personalities of any idols in real life! reader has a pain kink caused by trauma in intimacy with jw, no descriptions of said trauma! only implicit mentions! reader doesn’t use the safeword, tyun explains safeword usage to reader, jungwon is still a super ultra triple platinum villian and somehow messed with reader's phone
wc: 10.8k!
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was that a grunt or was that a growl?
alpha!taehyun ➛ the first forever (I)
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
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it had been three days
GIVE ME MY BLANKET! ⟢ TAEHYUN
what’s the worst that can happen if taehyun and you share a blanket? | 4058
enemies to ??? smut. forced proximity. idol!tyun. dom!tyun. txt member!reader. sexual tension. praise kink. no protection. breast play. fingering. semi rough sex. hair pulling. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. somnophilia? power play.
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As if being dragged out to the middle of nowhere by the staff to film a To Do episode and camp overnight wasn’t bad enough, the rain caught up with you all, turning the entire shoot into something uncomfortable and way longer than it needed to be. Your clothes were completely soaked, your hair a frizzy mess from the humidity, Soobin wouldn’t stop complaining, and to make things worse, tent partners were being picked at random.
Beomgyu’s laugh rang out across the damn forest the second Taehyun pulled your name.
Even though you’d debuted together, there was something about your relationship with Taehyun that kept getting more and more tense. It was so obvious that even some Moas pointed it out. Some wanted you out of Tomorrow X Together, others wanted Taehyun gone, and some begged the company to give you both a break to ease the tension.
But honestly, there was no clear trigger for why you and Taehyun didn’t get along. Human nature is just like that or at least that’s what you both said whenever one of the members tried to step in. It had never affected the group’s dynamic or popularity, so it wasn’t that serious.
From the other side of the tent, Taehyun lets out a heavy sigh, throwing you a look.
“Can you turn around? I want to change.”
You don’t even respond, just sink deeper into the sleeping mat, wrapping yourself up in the soft blanket you brought, as if you’d known the rain would catch up to you sooner or later.
Taehyun changing into his pajamas makes the tent shift constantly, enough to make your eye twitch, but you bite your tongue. You pull out your phone, planning to scroll through Instagram or maybe TikTok before sleeping, but of course, there’s no signal and the posts won’t load.
The rain seems to get worse, and even though you’re grateful the tent is sturdy enough to keep the water out, it doesn’t stop the cold from creeping in.
Your phone vibrates with a text from Soobin. “Everything okay?”
You try to reply, but after the third failed attempt to send the message, you give up and decide to just sleep.
With your eyes already closed, you hear Taehyun moving around on his side, grabbing his things, unzipping his bag. He curses, making even more noise, so much that your brows have been furrowed for over two full minutes now.
“Fuck, can you let me sleep?” Your voice comes out almost sharp, not even turning to look at him, not even opening your eyes.
“I’m looking for something. It’s not my fault you’re a light sleeper.”
You turn this time, ready to keep arguing, but then you notice he’s wearing a tank top and sweatshorts. The hair on his body is standing on end from the cold, and his hands are still digging through his bag.
“That’s your pajama?” you ask, incredulous, almost mocking.
Taehyun looks up, eyes narrowed. “I clearly wasn’t expecting this cold.”
“Clearly,” you mutter, and settle back down. You rest your head again, but the noise still bothers you. “What are you even looking for?”
“I’m sure I packed a blanket,” he says, swearing under his breath when he runs out of things in his bag and there’s nothing like that inside.
“Of course you didn’t,” you reply, “You weren’t expecting the rain, why would you bring a blanket?”
Taehyun sighs, looking at your back. Your pajama pants are fleece, warm enough to keep you from freezing through the night. Even your shirt is long sleeved, shielding you from the cold.
“Give me your blanket, you don’t need it.”
The second the words leave his mouth and you feel him trying to pull it away, you grip it tighter as you shift.
“Not my problem you couldn’t rub two brain cells together and bring something for the cold.”
You pull, but Taehyun has always been the strongest in the group.
“Just lend it to me. Your pajamas are warm enough, yn.” He pulls back, almost making you sit up because you refuse to let go.
“Give me my blanket!” You tug again, making his body lift for a second, but he regains his strength immediately.
“I’m just asking—”
Taehyun’s final pull is so strong that your body is yanked toward him. Still holding onto the blanket, you end up falling right onto his chest, legs on either side of his hips. Your frown softens as you look down at him, eyes wide, almost as surprised as yours at the sudden position.
You both quickly move away, returning to your original spots. He clears his throat while you avoid looking at him, embarrassed.
“Just… lend it to me for a bit, please,” he says between clenched teeth, and you let out a heavy sigh.
“Fine, let’s share it.”
Both of you settle down without another word. Taehyun shifts just close enough for the blanket to cover you both, but he doesn’t dare brush up against you, keeping as much distance as possible. And for you, the best option is to turn your back to him again and try to sleep, pretending he’s not right there.
The only sound filling the tent is the rain growing louder and more violent, thunder rumbling in the distance, but that’s not what’s keeping you awake—
It’s Taehyun, shivering next to you.
You try to ignore it until it becomes annoying, almost a little pathetic. You roll your eyes, letting out a quiet sigh through your nose.
“You’re freezing,” you say, turning your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He looks back at you, expression serious despite how cold his skin clearly is.
“I’ll get over it. Thanks for your concern.”
You hold each other’s gaze for a second, but even the sarcasm in his tone can’t hide that it’s a lie.
You look away briefly, weighing the situation, and end up making a decision you’re not exactly proud of. You turn around to face him, your arms opening slightly, inviting him closer. Taehyun frowns, hesitating, too stubborn to accept your pity.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you warn, shooting him a look and the cold is bad enough that he gives in without another word, moving closer until he buries his face in your neck, your arms wrapping around him. Your body has always run warmer than average, your skin staying soft and warm even in weather like this, something that now feels like a blessing for Taehyun.
“If you tell any of the members about this—”
Your scoff cuts him off.
“Trust me, I’m taking this to the grave.”
You close your eyes, ignoring his intoxicating scent as you rest your head against the pillow, trying to fall asleep. Your warm hands move over his freezing arms, and his breath brushes against your neck, sending an uncomfortable sensation through you that you try to ignore.
You feel his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.
“Yn,” he says quietly, almost shy for the first time. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?”
With a soft breath, you give in. “Yeah, Taehyun.”
His hands slide slowly against your skin, his cold fingers making your back arch as you press your lips together to keep from complaining, forcing yourself to adjust to the sudden contrast in temperature.
His hands settle on your waist, but they keep shifting, his palms searching for warmth on their own.
When you finally fall asleep, Taehyun notices from your steady breathing and the way your body relaxes—no longer tensing your stomach at his cold touch, no longer rubbing his arms to warm him up.
He closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep as well, listening to the rain. His nose instinctively takes in the scent of your skin, brushing lightly against it without him even realizing.
He’s just about to fall asleep when he feels you shift, your leg slipping between his, your thigh resting directly against his crotch. His body tenses, and he tries to move his hips back, but the blanket keeps him in place, tangled tightly around both of you.
He adjusts, pulling back as much as he can and pressing his back against the sleeping mat, but all it does is make you move closer, your arms wrapping around his waist again, your thigh pressing against him once more. Only this time, when he tries to shift his hips to move your leg away, he ends up brushing against your thigh instead.
“Fuck, yn, move,” he mutters under his breath, knowing you’re asleep.
His hands slide down carefully, almost reaching your thigh to move it off him but you shift again, pressing against him more firmly this time, and a soft groan slips out as his hips lift involuntarily from the friction.
He turns his head to look at you, still asleep, completely unaware of what you’re doing to him. He curses under his breath, at himself, then at you before placing his hands on your leg. But instead of moving it away, he gives in to the impulse, rolling his hips slightly against your thigh, a strained sound catching in his throat.
He feels his entire body go cold when you shift again in your sleep, turning over in search of a more comfortable position. He watches you for a few seconds, slipping his hand inside his shorts to adjust the erection that’s already straining, thick and insistent, refusing to go down. He swallows hard, forcing himself to stay still, to keep his distance.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he mutters under his breath, but the words die in his throat when he hears you mumble.
“T-taehyun…”
His eyes snap open, wide with disbelief. There’s no way you’re actually saying his name.
A few seconds pass before you speak again, voice breathy, broken.
“Taehyun, fuck…”
It hits him instantly, straight to his cock, his pulse throbbing as heat floods through him. He doesn’t need to ask, he knows exactly what kind of dream that sounds like. Your hips shift closer to him, your back arching just enough, your body unconsciously offering him a view that makes his jaw tighten.
“Yes, please, Taehyun—”
That’s it. He can’t fucking take it anymore.
He grabs you, shaking you awake. You turn to him slowly, eyes half lidded, dazed and confused.
“What’s going on?”
“What the fuck are you dreaming about?”
You blink, trying to steady your breathing, brows knitting together. “What?”
“You’re moaning my name like—”
“What?” you cut in again, genuinely confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stares at you, searching your face, but you look too out of it, too real. The space between you suddenly feels suffocating.
“Just let me sleep,” you murmur, turning away again like nothing happened.
It takes him one second to decide he’s not letting it go.
Your eyes fly open when he grabs your hips and yanks you back against him, hard.
“What the fuck—”
“What were you dreaming about, yn?” His voice drops, rough, almost a growl, fingers digging into your hips as he presses his cock firmly against you. Your back hits his chest, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re really going to tell me it wasn’t exactly this?”
A shiver runs through your body when he grinds against you, slow but deliberate. You can feel how hard he is, how much he’s pressing into you, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up.
“Are you that fucking needy?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, voice low and taunting. “That you’d come to me for it?”
Your back arches into him without meaning to, your ass pressing back, your breath hitching as your eyes roll back.
You try to speak, to argue, but it dies in your throat the second his hand slides under your shirt, cold fingers dragging over your skin before closing around your nipple.
A sharp gasp tears out of you.
“Fuck… they’re already hard,” he mutters against your ear, rolling it slowly between his fingers, watching the way your body reacts. “Tell me, yn, is that just from the cold…” his grip tightens slightly, making your breath stutter, “or because of me?”
Even if you wanted to tell him to stop, that you didn’t want this, it would be a lie. Not because you’d ever consciously thought about it before, but because your panties are already damp, clinging to you, your body reacting shamelessly to the low, rough edge in his voice. And the way his fingers roll and pinch at your nipples has your whole body waking up, heat pooling low in your stomach.
So yeah… he’s right. You are that needy.
“Taehyun, stop,” you manage, but it comes out weak, breathy, completely betraying you when he pushes your shirt higher, exposing more of your chest. He finds your other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and your back arches into him. His face hovers just inches away from your breasts now, your breathing already uneven, shallow.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement because he already knows you don’t.
Before you can answer, his tongue flicks over your nipple. Slow. Wet. Your breath shatters into a soft gasp. He watches you closely, eyes dark, before leaning in and wrapping his lips around it, sucking slowly, dragging it into his mouth.
Your fingers twitch uselessly at your sides as he sucks harder, his tongue pressing and circling, his teeth grazing just enough to make your hips jerk back against him. He doesn’t break eye contact for a second, like he wants to see every reaction, every flicker of pleasure on your face as he keeps going, pulling soft, needy sounds from your throat.
He presses against your hip, his large, hard cock throbbing against you beneath the fabric of both your pajamas. Now the loudest sound filling the tent is your soft moans and your uneven breathing. You try to hold his gaze, but end up looking away, focusing instead on how he plays with your chest.
Your clit throbs between your legs, aching for attention, but your walls tighten because at this rate, you might cum in a way you didn’t even know was possible.
“Taehyun—” you plead, your hips lifting as that knot tightens deep inside you.
His tongue moves faster around your nipple, keeping a rhythm that matches the way his fingers work your other breast, handling you like it’s that easy to get you worked up.
He frowns slightly when he notices you struggling, like you’re trying to hold back something that’s bound to happen anyway.
He tilts his head, not saying a word because he doesn’t need to.
“I—I want to… I’m gonna—” you barely manage, your legs tensing as your body tightens under the way he’s working your nipples.
Taehyun seems to take it personally, especially because he doesn’t even know if it’s possible for you to cum like this.
That only pushes him further, taking his time licking and sucking, his fingers almost mocking how needy you look, like it amuses him just how sensitive you are.
He lets out a low groan against your chest, this time closing his eyes, fully focused on what he’s doing, while beneath him you’re tense, moaning, right on the edge.
When the orgasm hits you suddenly, your eyes squeeze shut and a loud moan slips from your lips. Your hands move to your thighs, gripping them tightly, overstimulated by the unfamiliar intensity. It feels good—too good. The pleasure pools low in your body, lingering, keeping you suspended in it, especially with Taehyun not stopping.
You turn sharply when it becomes too much.
“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, bringing your hands up to your chest, holding yourself from the lingering sensitivity. But Taehyun pulls you right back into position, forcing you to face him.
“Tell me this is what you wanted from the start,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your lips, dangerously close, “and I won’t stop.”
You hold his gaze for a second, still shaky, your body trying to come down from the high, chest rising and falling unevenly. And then you lean in and press your lips to his.
That’s all he needs.
A sharp gasp breaks from you when his hand slides straight into your panties, two of his fingers immediately slicking up with how wet you are.
He groans softly against your mouth, spreading your arousal over your folds, dragging his fingers slowly before circling your clit. Your hips jolt, trembling under his touch.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he mutters against your lips, voice low, almost disbelieving. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted this?”
“Don’t get cocky,” you breathe out against his mouth, your voice unsteady, breaking slightly when his fingers press more deliberately against your clit, rubbing in slow, controlled circles that make your thighs tense.
He lets out a quiet laugh, nodding like he doesn’t believe you for a second.
Your hand moves down, finding the waistband of his shorts. He follows the movement instantly, lowering his gaze to your hand, then back up to your eyes, something dark flashing in his expression.
“Wanna see what you’re doing to me?” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, deeper. “Go ahead.”
His teeth catch your lip when your hand wraps around his cock, his fingers pausing for a second before going right back to circling your clit like he knows exactly the pace that drives you insane.
You stroke him slowly, moaning against his lips. He’s big, thick. More than you ever would’ve imagined. That only makes you wetter, your panties soaked.
The kiss breaks when his middle finger slides inside you, slipping in easily through your slick.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum again, yeah?”
In any other situation, you probably would’ve told him to fuck off or at least cringed at being called a good girl.
But the way he moves inside you, fast and precise, leaves no room for coherent thoughts.
So you just nod, tightening your grip and moving your hand faster along his cock, trying to match what he’s doing to you.
“Keep going, you’re doing so well,” he groans, voice rough, keeping a steady rhythm as he fucks you with his finger. The heel of his palm presses against your clit, sending a jolt through your body.
His hips start to push slowly into your hand, breath hitching as he looks straight into your eyes.
Your moans grow louder when he slips another finger inside you, bringing that knot in your stomach back so fast it’s almost embarrassing.
“Mmh, you like that?” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you slowly again.
You can barely kiss him back, that’s how close you are.
You moan into his mouth, your hips tensing as you feel your orgasm building again. You try to keep stroking him, but your hand loses rhythm, your mind unable to focus on anything else.
“That’s my good girl, so needy for me…” he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart beneath him. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”
Your brows draw together, your lips parting into broken gasps that turn into muffled, desperate moans as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench tightly around his fingers, a wave of sensation flooding your body, your eyes locked on his even as they glaze over from the intensity.
Taehyun’s gaze darkens just from watching you lose control because of him.
And before you can even come down from it, he grabs your hips and lifts you over him, taking off your pajamas in the process.
Your hands land on his chest while he leans back, arms folding behind his head as he looks up at you, completely exposed above him.
A low, rough chuckle leaves his lips.
“What?” you shoot him a look, already knowing he’s teasing you.
He shakes his head slightly. “You have no idea what you look like from here.”
You tilt your head, frowning. “What do I look like?”
“Ruined,” he laughs when you lightly hit his chest, though you can’t help laughing too. “And beautiful.”
Your stomach flips when you hear him praise you, and you shift, guiding his cock to your entrance.
A soft moan leaves both of you as the tip pushes inside, his breath hitching at how tight you feel around him.
You bite your lip, rocking your hips back and forth, slowly taking more of him, trying to adjust to his size. Each movement hits just right, making a louder moan slip out of you before you can stop it.
“You feel so good,” he groans, voice rough, his back arching slightly as you start moving faster. “Yeah—yeah, just like that.”
The muscles in his arms tense as you begin to ride him properly, moving up and down like your body was made for it.
His eyes take in everything; your messy hair, the way your chest moves with each motion, every little reaction you give him.
“Do that,” you say, almost like you’re asking.
“Do what?”
“Talk to me… like before.”
He licks his lips when he understands, a faint smirk forming. You want praise.
“You want me to tell you how good you’re doing?” he murmurs, lifting his hips to meet your rhythm. You moan, louder this time. “The way you sound… you’re gonna make me cum any second.”
Your body moves faster against his, driven by his words, watching the way his jaw tightens as he tries to keep up with you.
“You’re taking me so well, such a good girl— ah, shit, just like that,” his voice cracks halfway through, struggling not to finish with every drop of your body on his cock.
Your eyes darken, not even realizing how every word coming out of his mouth is pulling something out of you you didn’t know you needed.
Taehyun thrusts his hips up again, breathing growing more uneven. “You’re riding me so well.”
You lean down to kiss him, not stopping the way your hips move over him, and you feel his hands start to roam all over your body, up and down your waist, fingers brushing along your back, sliding down to your ass to guide your movements.
You moan into the kiss. “You like that?”
“No. I love it.” His hips start snapping up harder into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the tent. Taehyun’s moans grow louder, less controlled.
“I’m so close—” he admits, opening his eyes to look at you, his body tensing as you keep bouncing on him.
“Cum inside me,” you beg, moaning loud enough that even the rain might not cover it. “Fill me up, please.”
Taehyun shuts his eyes, letting out a breathless laugh, because he knows exactly what you’re doing to him.
“You want me to fill you up, huh?”
With a sudden movement, you end up face down against the sleeping mat, Taehyun thrusting into you from behind. His hips slam into you hard enough that your g spot is hit over and over again.
“You like that, huh? You like driving me insane?”
“Yes, yes— Oh God, yes, Taehyun—!”
Your moans break into loud, needy whimpers.
“You want everyone to know what I’m doing to you?” he growls into your ear, pushing deep inside you.
One of his hands grabs your hair, pulling it back so your cheek presses into the pillow. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fill me up,” you whimper, your walls tightening around him. “Cum inside, please, Taehyun.”
A rough groan leaves his throat against your ear as his body finally gives in, his release spilling inside you, hot and overwhelming just like you asked.
His hips keep moving slowly, dragging it out, stretching the feeling for both of you.
Your head drops against the pillow, completely spent, while he collapses beside you, breathing heavily, trying to come down from the intensity.
You turn your head to look at him, both of you still catching your breath. He smiles faintly, chest rising and falling.
“Not a single word to anyone, got it?”
You let out a breathless laugh. “Deal.”
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I need more .. lia pls never stop 😭😭
hiii >< i love ur writing so much and i was wondering if you’re up to taehyun drained by work and reader visiting him in the recording booth to calm him with a make out session ??? not like sex sex but maybe way too suggestive?
stick with you x me.
Thank you for your request sweet anon <3 I TOTALLY know what you want. Lemme cook.
wc [1,2k]
taehyun x f!reader — boyfriend!taehyun — dirty talk — making out — soobin mentioned as pervert — cuck chair — kissing — petnames — teasing
a day like no other. the schedules seemed to be endless, the daylight already gone since hours but taehyun wanted to record some remixes since days. everyday he planned to do so, but his plans got crossed by sudden schedule changes all the time. but this time he promised to himself he will record those remixes no matter how long it‘ll take.
after he got released from practice room jail he made his way to the recording booth which he had booked for today, only for himself. after he entered the booth he falls on the chair immediately, letting out a deep sigh, head against the backrest and eyes closed. after a few minutes he gets himself together and turns on the power of the computer.
while he sets everything up for the recording his phone rings a few times.
you: hii, how was your day?
you: are you still at the company?
you: i miss you…
you: when will you be at home? ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
he smiles at your messages and types a fast reply.
taehyun: just recording a few things quickly and then I’ll leave… sorry honey ㅜㅜ
the recording goes well. after a short warm up he starts with the remixing, different vibes for each remix, doing a few takes until he‘s satisfied.
after the first remix a slight knock appears from the door. he locked the door for a reason, why would someone…
As he gets up to unlock the door to see who’s interrupting the recording session he can already see a small silhouette through the milky glass. could this be?
„..hi“ you smile and wave in little when you face a very surprised taehyun in front of you. „h-hi…come in“ he replies, still surprised that you suddenly showed up.
„I brought coffee!!“ you say, holding up the bag with two coffee cups, after entering the booth. he smiles about the little surprise—or more like two surprises.
„thank you“ he replies softly, taking the bag to place it on the table, so he can pull you into a long hug. the little squeak sound you made due to the sudden action makes him giggle. your warmth and the smell of your shampoo immediately calms him down a little. the stress of the day slowly leaving his mind.
„do you want to see what I am doing? do you want a sneak preview before I post it?“ he asks, looking at you with huge eyes full of excitement. taehyun always cares about your opinion on his music since you‘ve got a natural talent for music due to your perfect pitch—he still thinks it’s a waste of talent because you decided to not go into the music industry but rather chose to open a daycare for dogs, but who is he to complain. you love your job and if you‘re happy, he is aswell.
you nod hastily and break the hug to follow him to the chair. as he sits down he pats his left thigh—a clear invitation. without hesitation you sit down on his lap, one of his arms hugging you tight around your waist, the other one looking for the recording on the computer.
„you ready?“ he asks. „yes yes!“
when he hits play you start to listen carefully. you know he wants criticism, if you‘re just saying it’s good I like it, he won’t be satisfied at all, so you try to pay attention to every single detail.
your eyes are closed while listening, head moving with the rhythm. taehyun loves to watch you when you‘re in your element. your lip corners that slightly lift if there is a good part, or the way your eyebrows move when there is a part you will definitely criticize.
after the recording stopped you turn a little, just enough to face your boyfriend that’s waiting for your feedback.
„what do you think?“ he asks softly.
„it’s very good all in all, but I think in one or two moments the pitch was a bit off and maybe add some more vibrato on this part“ you explain while you point onto each sequence on the audio track. „but it’s good, the fans will like it!“
he nods at your suggestions, noting them down to make it better in the next take. „thank you, honey“ he says and gives you a small peck on your cheek.
when he was about to pull back, you stop him with one of your hands just to put your lips on his. your lips melt around eachother, soft kisses filling the room, his tongue trying to push through your lips to intensify the kiss.
then you turn around to fully sit on his lap and face him for better access to his pretty lips.
a quiet moan leaves him when you sit down on his already hard dick. „oh? sensitive today?“ you whisper. „quite…“ he replies slightly out of breath.
then you start to move, just a little, forth and back, while getting lost in deep kisses again. sometimes a moan escapes you or him, or both of you. you can already feel him throb under you, and to be honest—you’re not doing better, panties soaked since the moment you entered this booth when you saw him in those hot sweatpants and these caps you always love on him. he pants might have a wet stain already. sorry not sorry.
you can feel him grinding against you aswell, a simple rhythm merged perfectly. his moans grow more intense, so do yours. each of your moans give him chills and excitement.
taehyun places his hands on your waist to make you stop in your movements.
„stop or I might cum into my boxers any second“ he growls, looking at you with eyes full of desire. „if I could I would fuck you against the table or on this chair right now until you can’t remember why you came here anymore“
the he leans in closer to your ear and whispers, „I would fill you up to the brim and then fuck it right back into you when it‘s about to drip out. would make you scream my name, make you beg. imagine yourself, leaned over the table getting fucked so roughly … that’s what you like hm? or— being on the other side of the booth, right in the recording room and maybe Soobin-Hyung forgot something in here and oops—he sees you, getting pinned against the wall, back in a pretty arch to take me in as deep as possible, oh this perverts’ dick would get so hard just by watching the two of us. Maybe he would sit down a bit and keep watching while touching himself, maybe even jerking off to you losing control.“
your legs start to shake and you pussy can’t get any wetter. you moan by the thoughts he’s placing right into your mind but then he laughs devilish „too bad we can’t do this right here… if you go home and wait patiently for me in your cutest lace, I’ll get you off in any way you want, maybe we could ask soobin if he would be open to fulfill your dreams hm… I know you‘ve been craving for his dick, I am not blind, baby. Better prepare yourself well … he might say yes.“
you look at him in surprise. you didn’t expect this evening to end in … a threesome.
an this is sooo random i just went with the flow, I am sorry if this is kinda shit but I liked the idea of them making out in the recording room and since I am horny for soobin aswell I had to add him to this idk, I just love pervert soobin. do you want a taebin threesome? lol
I got lost in the ecstasy so this might not apply fully on the request anymore WHOOPSIE
hey now...
Couldn't have nailed me any harder to the floor if you had a fucking hammer.
YES!! I am a HUGE advocate for the concept of “their are no bad ideas, just bad executions”
mostly real i, too, wonder how I've managed to make it this far, but my mom debates I more..... (#loredrop) (do NOT ask further about my mom)
💟 no pressure tags bcs i need to see my moots n their tropes : @woniefication @shyoko @yooniso @myuviis @koiiq @chrrific @blooddlusts @seobluuu @luvmahae etc
CRAZY IM GAGGEDDDD I'll take it 😻😻
Np tags : @wonsoire @yewwwaaahhh @b4echo @wonroha idk TT
WAYYY too accurate people on this app srsly need to stop taking shit so serious and stop hating all the time 😭‼️‼️
@hyvnesangel @kirbray04 @satorisoup @quokkaine @channlust @yawwni @stryscribbles @hrtbamgyuuu @hnsbxby @hanjinology @ninisei @gyuzies @moch3rii @kloversung @sugarkiiss @jektaev @skzcodered @strrykais
no pressure !!
huzzah???
@izzyy-stuff @nanilis @yawngnab @heedimples more i cant be assed lowk just do it idfk
oh wow i didn’t expect this at all (lmao of course im crack treated seriously)
@words-in-purple @taehyunsloves @xhoinicx @tttubatttu @soobinieswife @missdel @soohashits
I think I’ve never read a fic or even book with this trope actually
got no time to waste.
— pairing: k.th x fem!reader
The world tour once again strikes through your plans: Staying in bed all day long with your boyfriend who has to –unfortunately– leave soon to attend the next schedule in Singapore. But there's always time for a spicy round of some morning sex, right?
[wc 1.9k] — not proof read
smut — plot? what plot? — softdom!taehyun — taehyun calls reader noona — degrading but soft aswell? — use of toys — anal — v to a to v don‘t recreate y‘all… — no protection use some… — creampie
🎵 southbound — Artemas
dividers by @kthice
WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? 𑣲 TAEHYUN
( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) the last thing you expected when you returned to the town you grew up in was finding taehyun taller— and a lot more muscular— than you remembered | 4475
party. smut. brother’s friend!taehyun. needy!reader. meandom!taehyun. submissive!reader. use of alcohol. mentions of drugs. taehyun’s full of himself. anal sex. hair pulling. spitting. slapping. sexual tension. repressed feelings. choking. mirror sex. dirty talk? i guess. possessive behavior. degradation. taehyun calls reader whore, slut.
𖦤 when did you get hot – sabrina carpenter
@taehyunsloves @tyunningism @missdel @soohashits
main masterlist.
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when yeonjun told you to come to his birthday in the small town where you’d grown up together before you moved to the city, you didn’t hesitate. you packed your bags and booked a flight to celebrate with your twin.
caught between the constant pressure of being the daughter who’d run away from that ghost town to study in the big city of seoul and a fast paced life that never let you rest, you barely had time to text your brother, go out partying with your friends, or even go on a date with some guy you’d met on tinder.
your social life was slowly turning more and more depressing, and your social battery kept finding ways to drain faster than you expected.
music blasts from the speakers, echoing all through the back garden of the house, where all his friends and acquaintances have shown up to have a good time—drinking, smoking, dancing. yeonjun always had that thing about him, being known everywhere, making friends without even trying, so it felt like half the town had turned up.
you did remember, though, that he’d had a close knit group of friends since you were kids, people he’d grown up with to the point of feeling like brothers; soobin, beomgyu, kai and…
“yn,” your brother’s voice cuts through the music, making you turn your head in his direction, abandoning the story soobin had been telling you to focus instead on the two boys standing in front of you. “do you remember taehyun?”
your jaw might’ve hit the floor if you didn’t have at least some self control, just at the sight of the greek god your twin was introducing you to.
kang taehyun? the same short kid who used to trail after yeonjun everywhere, practising failed magic tricks just to try and impress you?
“taehyun?” your voice barely comes out, your eyes shamelessly drift down over his toned arms, bare under a sleeveless black shirt.
“you do remember me?” he teases, crossing his arms as an excuse to flex the muscles of his biceps you’re very obviously staring at. “thought the city might’ve wiped your memory clean.”
you laugh when the rest of the group does, though you’re not really hearing a word of what yeonjun’s friend is saying, your gaze dropping from his shirt to the dark jeans hugging his thighs in a way that makes your mouth water.
luckily, yeonjun is distracted enough not to notice you checking out his friend as he slips into the conversation. he always has been, and taehyun is grateful for that too; at the very least, your brother has never realised just how in love with you he’s been.
ever since he was a kid, taehyun used to spend more time at your house playing video games with yeonjun than at his own, but eventually his interests started to lean more towards his best friend’s twin sister instead of whatever game they were trying to beat.
though, if you’re being honest, you’d never really looked at him, at least not like that. taehyun wasn’t your type: short, skinny, a bit of a loser—like a smaller, softer version of your brother, almost like a kid yeonjun couldn’t get rid of and just ended up adopting into his group of friends.
only now, the scent of his perfume has your head spinning, mixed with the sound of his laugh and the way his muscles tense every time he catches your eyes on him; devouring him like you’ve never seen a guy in a sleeveless shirt before.
and it’s not like you’re desperate or anything, but you definitely can’t remember the last time your body reacted on its own just from being around someone as attractive as taehyun.
it’s almost impossible to believe he’s the same scrawny kid who used to knock on your bedroom door asking if you wanted the last slice of pizza—the one he’d saved just for you, because he knew how much you loved pepperoni.
taehyun can feel your eyes on him the entire time—so obvious it fills his chest with a quiet sense of pride, knowing that the same childhood crush he once had is now looking at him like he’s something you can’t quite resist. all those years of training since secondary school to build up his body had definitely paid off, even if he never knew when he’d get the chance to see you again.
his lips curl into a smirk, pretending he’s listening to whatever story kai’s telling, when in reality he’s fighting the urge to turn and look at you just to tell you outright that if you keep staring at him like that, he won’t be responsible for what he does next.
soobin’s the first to slip away from the group when the sudden need to piss after two beers in a row hits him, followed by beomgyu, who asks yeonjun to help him find more alcohol in the kitchen.
then, kai and taehyun just share a look, and the blond disappears for a few seconds, leaving the now orange haired boy standing in front of you, sipping from his cup with an expression that looks like something’s quietly amusing him.
he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in your direction.
“missed me that much, huh?”
you’re not sure who to thank for not choking on your own drink when the words leave his mouth.
“excuse me?”
“you’re not exactly subtle,” he says, taking another sip from his cup, glancing away before looking back at you again. “you never paid me this much attention before. should i be flattered?”
you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks at the way he outright calls you out on something you know you’re guilty of.
you look away, running your tongue over your lips. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you protest weakly. “looks like going to the gym really got to your head.”
his low laugh twists something tight in your stomach.
“thought you’d be smarter when it comes to defending yourself,” he mocks, taking another sip of his drink. he leans in just enough for his lips to brush your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “keep looking at me like that and i’m going to assume you want me to do something about it.”
you can feel your panties growing slightly damp at his words, watching him disappear into the crowd of people dancing and singing around you. a soft sigh slips past your lips as you take another sip from your now empty cup.
you can’t quite remember if you’re on your second or third drink, but you definitely need another after that little conversation.
so unconsciously, you make your way to the kitchen in search of something else to drink, expecting to find yeonjun and beomgyu there. but clearly, they’re not.
they’re probably in your brother’s room, you think.
either way, you head for the cooler, looking for something that might shake off that stupid feeling of chasing something you lost years ago—taehyun is definitely not your type. well, he wasn’t. maybe he is now, or maybe you’ve just had enough to drink to start noticing that your body does, in fact, need the kind of attention it’s not getting in the city.
soobin ends up dragging you back to the main room so you can talk and laugh like old times, considering he’d always been your favourite out of your brother’s friends—funny, a bit silly, a little nerdy.
he stands close enough to speak near your ear so you can hear him, and even though you laugh at what he says and genuinely try to pay attention, your eyes stay fixed on the orange haired boy laughing with kai on the other side of the room.
to be fair, if it weren’t for that shirt leaving his biceps on display, you probably wouldn’t be this affected but you can’t stop your imagination from running wild at the sight alone.
if his arms are that big and his shoulders that broad, how defined are the lines of his abs? what about the sharp dip of his v-line trailing down to—
god, yn, what are you even thinking?
you take a long sip from your glass, feeling the burn of the soju down your throat before lifting your gaze back to taehyun.
across the room, he can’t help but feel your eyes on him again. and he knows, now, that he’s got the power to drive you a little crazy without even trying. that’s why he hands his drink to his friend, murmuring a quiet “hold this for a second,” as he stretches his arms above his head, his black shirt riding up just enough to reveal the lines of his abs and that v-line you’d been thinking about only seconds before, the trail disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers.
he tries not to look over straight away, but curiosity gets the better of him and he ends up meeting your gaze, or at least catching you staring at his shirt riding up.
he lifts his brows to you, amused, fully aware he’s caught you in the act, and even though your cheeks flush all over again, you just roll your eyes at his cockiness.
but when your conversation with soobin hits its peak, your legs carry you back to the kitchen—but this time it’s not to grab another drink, it’s to pour yourself a glass of water and try to settle the thousand thoughts running through your head without warning.
life in the city is so hectic compared to what you were used to as a teenager in this town that you barely have time to grab a drink with your friends, and that’s probably why you need water now—to bring down the alcohol in your system.
until you hear the door open, letting the music spill in before it shuts again, and taehyun steps in, an empty glass in his hand.
“feeling okay?” he asks, setting his glass down on the counter and giving you a look, which you answer with a small nod, not quite meeting his eyes.
“i think my limit was two drinks,” you admit, letting out a soft laugh as you take another sip of water. “i don’t really drink over there.”
taehyun takes a few steps closer, leaning his hips against the counter, raising a curious brow.
“thought city people club every week.”
you scoff lightly. “only the ones who don’t have a stupid master’s degree to pass,” the words slip out, and his expression softens as he looks at you.
“that much stress, city girl?” he tilts his head, his orange hair falling softly over his eyes. “sounds like you need to relax.”
“yeah, honestly, i do,” you admit, setting your glass aside as you lean your hips against the counter across from him. “when did you turn into… this?”
the words leave your mouth faster than you expect, and you regret them instantly. “sorry, i didn’t mean—”
“i think when you left for the city, i had a lot of free time,” he admits, letting out a quiet laugh. “didn’t really care about hanging around here as much if you weren’t upstairs ignoring my magic tricks.”
you laugh, shaking your head. “terry, you were terrible.”
the childhood nickname slips out before you can stop it.
“hey,” he frowns for a second, stepping closer to you. “i’ve improved a lot, you know what you can learn when you’ve got time on your hands.”
you lift your gaze when he’s finally close, smiling. “like what? hiding coins behind someone’s ear? that’s vintage.”
taehyun rolls his eyes, lifting his hands slightly. “i can do massages, too.”
the tone of his voice is inviting, laced with just enough suggestion to make your stomach tighten.
but you end up giving in, both hands braced against the counter as your back is left at his disposal, his hands pressing into the tense points of your shoulders, working over exactly the spots that need attention to finally let your body relax.
he didn’t lie—he really did learn how to give a good massage.
“how long are you staying?”
“just this weekend— ah—” your voice comes out rougher, eyes squeezing shut when he applies more pressure.
“we missed you around here,” he admits. “you should come back more often.”
“mmh, i’ll think about it,” your voice slips out, softened with relief as taehyun finds just the right spot. “shit—”
“you’re really tense,” he says, working at the knots in your shoulders, his touch careful but firm enough to make you react. “city treating you that badly?”
you let out a soft chuckle under your breath, your voice growing more relaxed by the second. “i don’t get this in seoul every day.”
“no one there bothering to give you the attention you deserve?” his voice drops slightly, pressing harder in a way that pulls an involuntary sound from you. he leans closer, his lips near your ear. “relax, yn. i’ve got you.”
the brush of his chest against your back makes you realise just how little distance there is between you, but you couldn’t care less now. your shoulders stay tight under the slow pressure of his fingers, his breathing so close it’s almost dangerous, and his hips… pressed against you.
so you can feel how hard he is, right against your ass.
your breath hitches for a second, especially when you feel his hands start to slide down from your shoulders to your arms.
“you still have the same effect on me,” his hips press more insistently against you, enough for you to feel him throbbing through the denim of your jeans. “but i’m not as nice as i used to be.”
your skin prickles all over as his words travel from his lips to your ear, your nails digging lightly into the wood of the counter.
“someone could walk in any second,” is the only coherent thing you manage to say, as if that alone would be enough to stop something neither of you actually wants to end. “this isn’t exactly the place for—”
your words cut off when you feel the loss of his warmth against you. you open your eyes and turn to look for him. he watches you for a moment, dark eyes, hands tucked into his pockets as he adjusts himself.
“go on,” he nods slightly. “let’s find somewhere more private.”
your back hits the tiled wall of the bathroom at the far end of the house extension—far enough that no one will catch you, far enough that no one can hear the sounds slipping from your lips against taehyun’s mouth as he kisses you hard, deliberate, like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
his right hand presses you firmly against the wall while his body pins you in place, his left hand wrapping around your neck with a steady grip, keeping you from pulling away from the kiss.
not that you have any intention of doing so.
one of your hands grips his hip, pulling him closer so he can’t put any distance between you, while the other clutches his flexed bicep, feeling the firmness of his muscles under your touch.
a muffled whine escapes you when his teeth catch your bottom lip, biting just hard enough to feel like punishment for making him wait so long.
“s’loud,” he growls against your lips, tightening his hold at your throat. “want everyone to hear you?”
his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting the sweetness of the soju you’ve been drinking, while you catch the faint mix of weed and cigarette on his, with a hint of whiskey that makes you melt.
he leans back when he needs air, fixing you with wide, dark eyes, heavy with desire.
you look at him through half lidded eyes, your chin slightly lifted by his grip on your neck, your chest rising a little faster from the intensity of his kiss.
“never thought you’d look at me like this,” he says, voice rough, tightening his hold just enough to cut off your breath for a second. “worth the wait, though.”
your lips part slightly when his grip turns a bit rougher, and the look he gives you makes your knees feel weak.
“open your mouth,” he says, and you obey without hesitation. your tongue slips past your lips like he asked, and you swallow after he spits into your mouth. “good girl… i’m going to have so much fun with you tonight.”
it’s hard to believe the same boy who used to ask if you wanted to join horror movie nights with yeonjun is the one holding this kind of power over you now—as if he weren’t younger than you, as if he weren’t your brother’s shy, slightly awkward friend.
“again,” you ask, your voice barely there, strained from lack of air and the desire pooling low in your stomach.
taehyun smiles, lifting his brows for you to open your mouth again, and when you do, he spits once more, watching as you swallow.
“look at you now… who would’ve thought.”
his hand moves from your throat to your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on, while with the other he undoes his belt, pulling down the zip of his jeans just enough to free himself.
his gaze lingers on the way your lips wrap around his thumb, feeling the soft flick of your tongue and imagining how that same pretty mouth of yours would feel around him—how you’d struggle to take him all the way.
his hand guides yours to him, never looking away from your lips around his finger, and the moment your hand wraps around him, his jaw tightens noticeably.
“that’s it, slow…” he murmurs, voice rough, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth just enough to make you gag. “you think you can take it?”
you nod as soon as you hear him, ridiculously desperate to feel more of his touch on you. your hand wraps around the head of his cock, your thumb brushing over it and earning a sharp twitch from his abdomen in response.
you can’t remember the last time you touched someone—let alone the last time someone touched you.
“you wouldn’t last two minutes on my cock, yn. don’t make me laugh.”
his free hand moves up, squeezing one of your nipples through the fabric of your top, pulling a muffled sound from you against his thumb.
“sensitive, hm?” he tilts his head, dragging his index finger over the hardened bud, quick enough to make your back arch at the sensation.
your hand tightens around him, drawing a low groan from his lips, but he doesn’t stop.
soft, broken sounds slip from your mouth around his thumb, still pressing against your tongue.
“so needy, pretty yn…” he murmurs, moving to your other nipple just as sensitive. “how long’s it been since someone fucked you like the slut you are?”
this time, both of his hands travel up to your chest, thumbs and index fingers working over your nipples, pinching lightly just enough to make you tremble—and it works. your hand tries to keep stroking him, slow, but the electric currents running from your nipples down to your lower abdomen distract you too much.
your moans echo through the bathroom, pathetic in the way it shows just how much you needed someone to touch you like this.
your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the sensation spreading through your body, pooling in the way your core tightens with pleasure.
taehyun dips his head down to the level of your tits, his hands quick to lift your top just enough to give himself space, his tongue meeting one of your nipples, licking over it fast, watching you lose composure within seconds.
you let out a louder moan, one hand coming up to grip his hair as you feel his thumb playing with your other nipple—enough to make your whole body tense, rising instinctively in search of some kind of release.
he pulls you back up into another kiss, this time rougher, messier, his mouth crashing against yours like he’s done holding back. both his hands stay on your chest, fingers and thumbs working your nipples without mercy, squeezing, rolling, making your hips jerk and press harder against him as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.
you moan straight into his mouth, barely able to keep up with the kiss, your focus completely gone, lost in the way his hands are playing with your tits. your panties are soaked through, embarrassingly wet, clinging to you.
and like he can read every filthy thought in your head, he presses his forehead to yours, letting out a low, hungry growl.
“say it,” he murmurs, voice dark and demanding. “tell me you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”
his grip tightens slightly, breath hot against your lips.
“tell me how badly you need me.”
“taehyun, i—” you gasp, completely overwhelmed by the way his fingers keep working you. “fuck me… please.”
taehyun huffs out a mocking, breathy laugh against your mouth. “you used to ignore me…” he mutters, voice low and rough. “and this is all it took? for you to fall apart like this?”
your jeans drop to the floor the second his fingers find the button and undo them, leaving your red panties on full display—as if some part of you had known, or hoped, that someone would undress you tonight.
you look at him, breath unsteady, noticing the way his jaw tightens at the sight of your underwear against your skin.
your gaze drops to his cock—hard, erect, long… thick.
the impact of his slap against your cheek catches you off guard, your lips parting in shock.
not just because it hurt, but because you like the way it feels.
“look at your eyes,” he mutters, shaking his head as he stares at you. “you like this, don’t you?”
his left hand tightens around your throat again, firm enough to steal your breath for a few seconds, while his right hand opens before coming down to slap your cheek once more.
“i’m gonna ruin you,” he says, sliding his right hand into your hair at the nape of your neck, holding you firmly in place. his other hand grips your waist, turning you so your cheek is pressed against the wall. “until you’re crying for more.”
a broken whimper coming from your lips echoes through the bathroom as your body reacts instantly to his cock pushing inside you, but not on the hole you’re expecting. your legs tensing beneath you.
he leans closer, his voice rough against your ear as his fingers tighten harshly in your hair. “have you ever tried this before?”
a small, breathless “no” slips from you, and he exhales through his nose, something darker settling in his tone. “thought so.”
something animal snaps inside taehyun’s head as soon as he feels you tighten around his cock, incapable of stopping at this point. he starts thrusting slow at first, letting you get used to this new feeling but as soon as he notices your whines are actually coming from the pleasure, there’s no way back.
his hips crash abruptly against your ass cheeks, flesh against flesh echoes the room, filling the room with his low groans and your desperate whimpers, music to his ears. “i know, babe. i know.”
his cock feels hard inside your hole, hitting a new spot inside your body you didn’t know could bring you this kind of pleasure. his fingers tighten on your hair, pulling it roughly to keep you in place. your cheek is against the wall, your eyes rolled back, your legs trembling with pleasure.
“my god–!” you whine, loudly. he barely laughs at you, snapping his hips against you mercilessly.
“you like that?” he growls against your ear, his breath uneven at this point. you’re wrapping around him so fucking good, so fucking nice. you barely respond with moans, which drives him mad. “use your fucking words, whore.”
“i-i like it–! fuck, taehyun!”
with a precise movement, both of his hands settle on your hips, but this time he pushes you back against the sink so you can see in the mirror exactly what he’s doing to you.
“look at that mess, that’s you,” he pulls your hair once more, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. your teary eyes, your pleased expression, too lost to even notice you look like a total fucking mess. “this is what you get for making me wait.”
his hand travels to your clit this time, teasing your clit with two fingers as he desperately tries to stimulate every single spot he can. his forehead rests against your shoulder, hips snapping so hard your skin is already red.
you feel that familiar, delicious knot forming on your lower stomach due his fingers on your sensitive clit–and the stimulation engaging your pelvic muscles, enough for your cunt to start contracting.
“m close–!” you cry loudly, eyes fixed on your own face in the mirror. you can see taehyun behind you, crashing his hips against yours, eyes locked on your face.
“look at you,” he commands, roughly, as he begins to thrust deeper and harder against yours ass. “i want you to– to see how i’m making you feel.”
you obey, keeping your gaze locked on your reflection in the mirror, but you don’t last long, a wave of overwhelming pleasure spreading through your entire body as everything builds to its peak from his cock inside you, to his fingers on your clit.
his name falls from your lips in a broken, desperate whine, and his lips curl into a grin like he knows exactly what that means, like he’s claiming you as his.
finally, claiming you.
his cock spills inside you, filling you up with his hot cum as his throat frees your name as a dark fantasy he’s been planning for years, finally coming true.
his hips slow gradually, the intensity fading as he brings both of you down from the peak together. his hands slide to your sides, fingers tracing slow, grounding touches like he’s making sure you’re still with him.
you lift your gaze to the mirror, trying to gather yourself, and catch his reflection. his expression has changed—still intense, but softened at the edges, lips parted slightly as he exhales through his nose, like he’s just coming back to reality with you.
then his eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. a faint, almost satisfied curve forms at the corner of his mouth.
“all mine.”
© YAWNGNAB 2026 all rights reserved — reblogs and likes are appreciated ⋆˚࿔
dividers by @kthice
WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? 𑣲 TAEHYUN
( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) the last thing you expected when you returned to the town you grew up in was finding taehyun taller— and a lot more muscular— than you remembered | 4475
party. smut. brother’s friend!taehyun. needy!reader. meandom!taehyun. submissive!reader. use of alcohol. mentions of drugs. taehyun’s full of himself. anal sex. hair pulling. spitting. slapping. sexual tension. repressed feelings. choking. mirror sex scene. dirty talk i guess. possessive behavior. degradation. taehyun calls reader whore, slut on sexual moments.
𖦤 when did you get hot – sabrina carpenter
@taehyunsloves @tyunningism @missdel @soohashits
main masterlist.
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when yeonjun told you to come to his birthday in the small town where you’d grown up together before you moved to the city, you didn’t hesitate. you packed your bags and booked a flight to celebrate with your twin.
caught between the constant pressure of being the daughter who’d run away from that ghost town to study in the big city of seoul and a fast paced life that never let you rest, you barely had time to text your brother, go out partying with your friends, or even go on a date with some guy you’d met on tinder.
your social life was slowly turning more and more depressing, and your social battery kept finding ways to drain faster than you expected.
music blasts from the speakers, echoing all through the back garden of the house, where all his friends and acquaintances have shown up to have a good time—drinking, smoking, dancing. yeonjun always had that thing about him, being known everywhere, making friends without even trying, so it felt like half the town had turned up.
you did remember, though, that he’d had a close knit group of friends since you were kids, people he’d grown up with to the point of feeling like brothers; soobin, beomgyu, kai and…
“yn,” your brother’s voice cuts through the music, making you turn your head in his direction, abandoning the story soobin had been telling you to focus instead on the two boys standing in front of you. “do you remember taehyun?”
your jaw might’ve hit the floor if you didn’t have at least some self control, just at the sight of the greek god your twin was introducing you to.
kang taehyun? the same short kid who used to trail after yeonjun everywhere, practising failed magic tricks just to try and impress you?
“taehyun?” your voice barely comes out, your eyes shamelessly drift down over his toned arms, bare under a sleeveless black shirt.
“you do remember me?” he teases, crossing his arms as an excuse to flex the muscles of his biceps you’re very obviously staring at. “thought the city might’ve wiped your memory clean.”
you laugh when the rest of the group does, though you’re not really hearing a word of what yeonjun’s friend is saying, your gaze dropping from his shirt to the dark jeans hugging his thighs in a way that makes your mouth water.
luckily, yeonjun is distracted enough not to notice you checking out his friend as he slips into the conversation. he always has been, and taehyun is grateful for that too; at the very least, your brother has never realised just how in love with you he’s been.
ever since he was a kid, taehyun used to spend more time at your house playing video games with yeonjun than at his own, but eventually his interests started to lean more towards his best friend’s twin sister instead of whatever game they were trying to beat.
though, if you’re being honest, you’d never really looked at him, at least not like that. taehyun wasn’t your type: short, skinny, a bit of a loser—like a smaller, softer version of your brother, almost like a kid yeonjun couldn’t get rid of and just ended up adopting into his group of friends.
only now, the scent of his perfume has your head spinning, mixed with the sound of his laugh and the way his muscles tense every time he catches your eyes on him; devouring him like you’ve never seen a guy in a sleeveless shirt before.
and it’s not like you’re desperate or anything, but you definitely can’t remember the last time your body reacted on its own just from being around someone as attractive as taehyun.
it’s almost impossible to believe he’s the same scrawny kid who used to knock on your bedroom door asking if you wanted the last slice of pizza—the one he’d saved just for you, because he knew how much you loved pepperoni.
taehyun can feel your eyes on him the entire time—so obvious it fills his chest with a quiet sense of pride, knowing that the same childhood crush he once had is now looking at him like he’s something you can’t quite resist. all those years of training since secondary school to build up his body had definitely paid off, even if he never knew when he’d get the chance to see you again.
his lips curl into a smirk, pretending he’s listening to whatever story kai’s telling, when in reality he’s fighting the urge to turn and look at you just to tell you outright that if you keep staring at him like that, he won’t be responsible for what he does next.
soobin’s the first to slip away from the group when the sudden need to piss after two beers in a row hits him, followed by beomgyu, who asks yeonjun to help him find more alcohol in the kitchen.
then, kai and taehyun just share a look, and the blond disappears for a few seconds, leaving the now orange haired boy standing in front of you, sipping from his cup with an expression that looks like something’s quietly amusing him.
he raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in your direction.
“missed me that much, huh?”
you’re not sure who to thank for not choking on your own drink when the words leave his mouth.
“excuse me?”
“you’re not exactly subtle,” he says, taking another sip from his cup, glancing away before looking back at you again. “you never paid me this much attention before. should i be flattered?”
you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks at the way he outright calls you out on something you know you’re guilty of.
you look away, running your tongue over your lips. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you protest weakly. “looks like going to the gym really got to your head.”
his low laugh twists something tight in your stomach.
“thought you’d be smarter when it comes to defending yourself,” he mocks, taking another sip of his drink. he leans in just enough for his lips to brush your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “keep looking at me like that and i’m going to assume you want me to do something about it.”
you can feel your panties growing slightly damp at his words, watching him disappear into the crowd of people dancing and singing around you. a soft sigh slips past your lips as you take another sip from your now empty cup.
you can’t quite remember if you’re on your second or third drink, but you definitely need another after that little conversation.
so unconsciously, you make your way to the kitchen in search of something else to drink, expecting to find yeonjun and beomgyu there. but clearly, they’re not.
they’re probably in your brother’s room, you think.
either way, you head for the cooler, looking for something that might shake off that stupid feeling of chasing something you lost years ago—taehyun is definitely not your type. well, he wasn’t. maybe he is now, or maybe you’ve just had enough to drink to start noticing that your body does, in fact, need the kind of attention it’s not getting in the city.
soobin ends up dragging you back to the main room so you can talk and laugh like old times, considering he’d always been your favourite out of your brother’s friends—funny, a bit silly, a little nerdy.
he stands close enough to speak near your ear so you can hear him, and even though you laugh at what he says and genuinely try to pay attention, your eyes stay fixed on the orange haired boy laughing with kai on the other side of the room.
to be fair, if it weren’t for that shirt leaving his biceps on display, you probably wouldn’t be this affected but you can’t stop your imagination from running wild at the sight alone.
if his arms are that big and his shoulders that broad, how defined are the lines of his abs? what about the sharp dip of his v-line trailing down to—
god, yn, what are you even thinking?
you take a long sip from your glass, feeling the burn of the soju down your throat before lifting your gaze back to taehyun.
across the room, he can’t help but feel your eyes on him again. and he knows, now, that he’s got the power to drive you a little crazy without even trying. that’s why he hands his drink to his friend, murmuring a quiet “hold this for a second,” as he stretches his arms above his head, his black shirt riding up just enough to reveal the lines of his abs and that v-line you’d been thinking about only seconds before, the trail disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers.
he tries not to look over straight away, but curiosity gets the better of him and he ends up meeting your gaze, or at least catching you staring at his shirt riding up.
he lifts his brows to you, amused, fully aware he’s caught you in the act, and even though your cheeks flush all over again, you just roll your eyes at his cockiness.
but when your conversation with soobin hits its peak, your legs carry you back to the kitchen—but this time it’s not to grab another drink, it’s to pour yourself a glass of water and try to settle the thousand thoughts running through your head without warning.
life in the city is so hectic compared to what you were used to as a teenager in this town that you barely have time to grab a drink with your friends, and that’s probably why you need water now—to bring down the alcohol in your system.
until you hear the door open, letting the music spill in before it shuts again, and taehyun steps in, an empty glass in his hand.
“feeling okay?” he asks, setting his glass down on the counter and giving you a look, which you answer with a small nod, not quite meeting his eyes.
“i think my limit was two drinks,” you admit, letting out a soft laugh as you take another sip of water. “i don’t really drink over there.”
taehyun takes a few steps closer, leaning his hips against the counter, raising a curious brow.
“thought city people club every week.”
you scoff lightly. “only the ones who don’t have a stupid master’s degree to pass,” the words slip out, and his expression softens as he looks at you.
“that much stress, city girl?” he tilts his head, his orange hair falling softly over his eyes. “sounds like you need to relax.”
“yeah, honestly, i do,” you admit, setting your glass aside as you lean your hips against the counter across from him. “when did you turn into… this?”
the words leave your mouth faster than you expect, and you regret them instantly. “sorry, i didn’t mean—”
“i think when you left for the city, i had a lot of free time,” he admits, letting out a quiet laugh. “didn’t really care about hanging around here as much if you weren’t upstairs ignoring my magic tricks.”
you laugh, shaking your head. “terry, you were terrible.”
the childhood nickname slips out before you can stop it.
“hey,” he frowns for a second, stepping closer to you. “i’ve improved a lot, you know what you can learn when you’ve got time on your hands.”
you lift your gaze when he’s finally close, smiling. “like what? hiding coins behind someone’s ear? that’s vintage.”
taehyun rolls his eyes, lifting his hands slightly. “i can do massages, too.”
the tone of his voice is inviting, laced with just enough suggestion to make your stomach tighten.
but you end up giving in, both hands braced against the counter as your back is left at his disposal, his hands pressing into the tense points of your shoulders, working over exactly the spots that need attention to finally let your body relax.
he didn’t lie—he really did learn how to give a good massage.
“how long are you staying?”
“just this weekend— ah—” your voice comes out rougher, eyes squeezing shut when he applies more pressure.
“we missed you around here,” he admits. “you should come back more often.”
“mmh, i’ll think about it,” your voice slips out, softened with relief as taehyun finds just the right spot. “shit—”
“you’re really tense,” he says, working at the knots in your shoulders, his touch careful but firm enough to make you react. “city treating you that badly?”
you let out a soft chuckle under your breath, your voice growing more relaxed by the second. “i don’t get this in seoul every day.”
“no one there bothering to give you the attention you deserve?” his voice drops slightly, pressing harder in a way that pulls an involuntary sound from you. he leans closer, his lips near your ear. “relax, yn. i’ve got you.”
the brush of his chest against your back makes you realise just how little distance there is between you, but you couldn’t care less now. your shoulders stay tight under the slow pressure of his fingers, his breathing so close it’s almost dangerous, and his hips… pressed against you.
so you can feel how hard he is, right against your ass.
your breath hitches for a second, especially when you feel his hands start to slide down from your shoulders to your arms.
“you still have the same effect on me,” his hips press more insistently against you, enough for you to feel him throbbing through the denim of your jeans. “but i’m not as nice as i used to be.”
your skin prickles all over as his words travel from his lips to your ear, your nails digging lightly into the wood of the counter.
“someone could walk in any second,” is the only coherent thing you manage to say, as if that alone would be enough to stop something neither of you actually wants to end. “this isn’t exactly the place for—”
your words cut off when you feel the loss of his warmth against you. you open your eyes and turn to look for him. he watches you for a moment, dark eyes, hands tucked into his pockets as he adjusts himself.
“go on,” he nods slightly. “let’s find somewhere more private.”
your back hits the tiled wall of the bathroom at the far end of the house extension—far enough that no one will catch you, far enough that no one can hear the sounds slipping from your lips against taehyun’s mouth as he kisses you hard, deliberate, like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
his right hand presses you firmly against the wall while his body pins you in place, his left hand wrapping around your neck with a steady grip, keeping you from pulling away from the kiss.
not that you have any intention of doing so.
one of your hands grips his hip, pulling him closer so he can’t put any distance between you, while the other clutches his flexed bicep, feeling the firmness of his muscles under your touch.
a muffled whine escapes you when his teeth catch your bottom lip, biting just hard enough to feel like punishment for making him wait so long.
“s’loud,” he growls against your lips, tightening his hold at your throat. “want everyone to hear you?”
his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting the sweetness of the soju you’ve been drinking, while you catch the faint mix of weed and cigarette on his, with a hint of whiskey that makes you melt.
he leans back when he needs air, fixing you with wide, dark eyes, heavy with desire.
you look at him through half lidded eyes, your chin slightly lifted by his grip on your neck, your chest rising a little faster from the intensity of his kiss.
“never thought you’d look at me like this,” he says, voice rough, tightening his hold just enough to cut off your breath for a second. “worth the wait, though.”
your lips part slightly when his grip turns a bit rougher, and the look he gives you makes your knees feel weak.
“open your mouth,” he says, and you obey without hesitation. your tongue slips past your lips like he asked, and you swallow after he spits into your mouth. “good girl… i’m going to have so much fun with you tonight.”
it’s hard to believe the same boy who used to ask if you wanted to join horror movie nights with yeonjun is the one holding this kind of power over you now—as if he weren’t younger than you, as if he weren’t your brother’s shy, slightly awkward friend.
“again,” you ask, your voice barely there, strained from lack of air and the desire pooling low in your stomach.
taehyun smiles, lifting his brows for you to open your mouth again, and when you do, he spits once more, watching as you swallow.
“look at you now… who would’ve thought.”
his hand moves from your throat to your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on, while with the other he undoes his belt, pulling down the zip of his jeans just enough to free himself.
his gaze lingers on the way your lips wrap around his thumb, feeling the soft flick of your tongue and imagining how that same pretty mouth of yours would feel around him—how you’d struggle to take him all the way.
his hand guides yours to him, never looking away from your lips around his finger, and the moment your hand wraps around him, his jaw tightens noticeably.
“that’s it, slow…” he murmurs, voice rough, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth just enough to make you gag. “you think you can take it?”
you nod as soon as you hear him, ridiculously desperate to feel more of his touch on you. your hand wraps around the head of his cock, your thumb brushing over it and earning a sharp twitch from his abdomen in response.
you can’t remember the last time you touched someone—let alone the last time someone touched you.
“you wouldn’t last two minutes on my cock, yn. don’t make me laugh.”
his free hand moves up, squeezing one of your nipples through the fabric of your top, pulling a muffled sound from you against his thumb.
“sensitive, hm?” he tilts his head, dragging his index finger over the hardened bud, quick enough to make your back arch at the sensation.
your hand tightens around him, drawing a low groan from his lips, but he doesn’t stop.
soft, broken sounds slip from your mouth around his thumb, still pressing against your tongue.
“so needy, pretty yn…” he murmurs, moving to your other nipple just as sensitive. “how long’s it been since someone fucked you like the slut you are?”
this time, both of his hands travel up to your chest, thumbs and index fingers working over your nipples, pinching lightly just enough to make you tremble—and it works. your hand tries to keep stroking him, slow, but the electric currents running from your nipples down to your lower abdomen distract you too much.
your moans echo through the bathroom, pathetic in the way it shows just how much you needed someone to touch you like this.
your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the sensation spreading through your body, pooling in the way your core tightens with pleasure.
taehyun dips his head down to the level of your tits, his hands quick to lift your top just enough to give himself space, his tongue meeting one of your nipples, licking over it fast, watching you lose composure within seconds.
you let out a louder moan, one hand coming up to grip his hair as you feel his thumb playing with your other nipple—enough to make your whole body tense, rising instinctively in search of some kind of release.
he pulls you back up into another kiss, this time rougher, messier, his mouth crashing against yours like he’s done holding back. both his hands stay on your chest, fingers and thumbs working your nipples without mercy, squeezing, rolling, making your hips jerk and press harder against him as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.
you moan straight into his mouth, barely able to keep up with the kiss, your focus completely gone, lost in the way his hands are playing with your tits. your panties are soaked through, embarrassingly wet, clinging to you.
and like he can read every filthy thought in your head, he presses his forehead to yours, letting out a low, hungry growl.
“say it,” he murmurs, voice dark and demanding. “tell me you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”
his grip tightens slightly, breath hot against your lips.
“tell me how badly you need me.”
“taehyun, i—” you gasp, completely overwhelmed by the way his fingers keep working you. “fuck me… please.”
taehyun huffs out a mocking, breathy laugh against your mouth. “you used to ignore me…” he mutters, voice low and rough. “and this is all it took? for you to fall apart like this?”
your jeans drop to the floor the second his fingers find the button and undo them, leaving your red panties on full display—as if some part of you had known, or hoped, that someone would undress you tonight.
you look at him, breath unsteady, noticing the way his jaw tightens at the sight of your underwear against your skin.
your gaze drops to his cock—hard, erect, long… thick.
the impact of his slap against your cheek catches you off guard, your lips parting in shock.
not just because it hurt, but because you like the way it feels.
“look at your eyes,” he mutters, shaking his head as he stares at you. “you like this, don’t you?”
his left hand tightens around your throat again, firm enough to steal your breath for a few seconds, while his right hand opens before coming down to slap your cheek once more.
“i’m gonna ruin you,” he says, sliding his right hand into your hair at the nape of your neck, holding you firmly in place. his other hand grips your waist, turning you so your cheek is pressed against the wall. “until you’re crying for more.”
a broken whimper coming from your lips echoes through the bathroom as your body reacts instantly to his cock pushing inside you, but not on the hole you’re expecting. your legs tensing beneath you.
he leans closer, his voice rough against your ear as his fingers tighten harshly in your hair. “have you ever tried this before?”
a small, breathless “no” slips from you, and he exhales through his nose, something darker settling in his tone. “thought so.”
something animal snaps inside taehyun’s head as soon as he feels you tighten around his cock, incapable of stopping at this point. he starts thrusting slow at first, letting you get used to this new feeling but as soon as he notices your whines are actually coming from the pleasure, there’s no way back.
his hips crash abruptly against your ass cheeks, flesh against flesh echoes the room, filling the room with his low groans and your desperate whimpers, music to his ears. “i know, babe. i know.”
his cock feels hard inside your hole, hitting a new spot inside your body you didn’t know could bring you this kind of pleasure. his fingers tighten on your hair, pulling it roughly to keep you in place. your cheek is against the wall, your eyes rolled back, your legs trembling with pleasure.
“my god–!” you whine, loudly. he barely laughs at you, snapping his hips against you mercilessly.
“you like that?” he growls against your ear, his breath uneven at this point. you’re wrapping around him so fucking good, so fucking nice. you barely respond with moans, which drives him mad. “use your fucking words, whore.”
“i-i like it–! fuck, taehyun!”
with a precise movement, both of his hands settle on your hips, but this time he pushes you back against the sink so you can see in the mirror exactly what he’s doing to you.
“look at that mess, that’s you,” he pulls your hair once more, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. your teary eyes, your pleased expression, too lost to even notice you look like a total fucking mess. “this is what you get for making me wait.”
his hand travels to your clit this time, teasing your clit with two fingers as he desperately tries to stimulate every single spot he can. his forehead rests against your shoulder, hips snapping so hard your skin is already red.
you feel that familiar, delicious knot forming on your lower stomach due his fingers on your sensitive clit–and the stimulation engaging your pelvic muscles, enough for your cunt to start contracting.
“m close–!” you cry loudly, eyes fixed on your own face in the mirror. you can see taehyun behind you, crashing his hips against yours, eyes locked on your face.
“look at you,” he commands, roughly, as he begins to thrust deeper and harder against yours ass. “i want you to– to see how i’m making you feel.”
you obey, keeping your gaze locked on your reflection in the mirror, but you don’t last long, a wave of overwhelming pleasure spreading through your entire body as everything builds to its peak from his cock inside you, to his fingers on your clit.
his name falls from your lips in a broken, desperate whine, and his lips curl into a grin like he knows exactly what that means, like he’s claiming you as his.
finally, claiming you.
his cock spills inside you, filling you up with his hot cum as his throat frees your name as a dark fantasy he’s been planning for years, finally coming true.
his hips slow gradually, the intensity fading as he brings both of you down from the peak together. his hands slide to your sides, fingers tracing slow, grounding touches like he’s making sure you’re still with him.
you lift your gaze to the mirror, trying to gather yourself, and catch his reflection. his expression has changed—still intense, but softened at the edges, lips parted slightly as he exhales through his nose, like he’s just coming back to reality with you.
then his eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. a faint, almost satisfied curve forms at the corner of his mouth.
“all mine.”
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taejun threesome, but it's them competing who can make you cum the hardest and loudest
and both of them have insane stamina 0‐0
(i can def see both of them being hard doms, but jjun is just a tad gentler) (i'm up for correction!)
(idk what it is w me and threesomes nowadays holyyyy)
ᵎ!ᵎ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴀʟ? ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ! ༘⋆
── .✦ pairing: k.th & c.yj
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... The Virgin Formula Taejun !! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ... in which your daytrip out to the golf course after your chemistry exam ends with your two cheerleaders wanting more than just a hole in one <𝟑 .ᐟ ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 4k ╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead... warnings!! and mentions!! unprotected p in v, kinda hard 'n mean doms!taejun, double penetration, inexperienced nerdy!reader from tvf, slight dumbification, dirty talk, range of petnames (angel, slut etc.), creampies, degrading praise, some choking, dacryphilia, oral f!rec, jizzing on panties!! Not proofread ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ tyunningism's note: Should be on hiatus but I've been leaving @saccharinezennie hanging for too long and decided to drop the taejun threesome which i've merged with an anon's ask for tvf!taejun so the drabble might be a little off track!
can you PLEAAAAAASEEE, do a Taegyu one. I only want the two of them but a female reader always gets included🥲
only if you want to!
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My beloved Taegyu loving fellows hiii~~ 🥹🥹🥹
If you‘re looking for Taegyu only, you can take a look at my „I need you more than I want to“ fic ! (In case you haven’t read it yet)
Currently I am more into writing x reader but if you wish for it, I could do Taegyu again, it’s been a long time already …
You can check out my ao3 aswell if you want to, but I crosspost on tumblr and ao3 anyways 🫶🏻
starboy ⟢ taehyun ⟢ 04
( ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ) at first your crush on taehyun is a silly attraction thing, but when you find his online content— may god have mercy on you.
classmates to lovers. smut. online content. camming. size kink. exhibitionism. masturbation. secret identity.
@urfavmaknae @caratsmatic @charlottevlog @cinnamonrei @taehyunsloves @jpgtaes @amelie-sama-blog @booposaurusrex @nataliasdiary @yawning247 @missdel @soohashits @xhoinicx
no smut tonight, just taehyun making me sigh deeply
𖦤 closer to you — jungkook
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📁 #04: ramen date
the days went by so quickly that a knot had already formed in your stomach. nothing but nerves.
a hot shower, a light lunch, and some music in your room should’ve been enough to calm the anxiety of having your first date with taehyun.
except for your friends who showed up at your dorm.
“what are you wearing?” yeonjun says, already halfway inside your wardrobe, digging for the perfect outfit for a casual first date.
“i was thinking—”
“terrible idea. let me pick it for you.”
you roll your eyes as tshirts and jeans start flying across your room.
“what time are you meeting?” kai asks from your desk, arms crossed, tone curious.
you open your mouth to answer, but he beats you to it.
“wait—are you meeting there?”
“of course not,” beomgyu cuts in before you can respond, sprawled across the bed, playing with the clothes yeonjun has already rejected. “taehyun’s a gentleman. he’s picking her up.”
“does he have a car?” yeonjun glances at you over his shoulder.
“of course he does, his parents are rich,” beomgyu answers again. “our yn has good taste.”
truth is, you’ve just found out about taehyun’s parents’ financial status.
kai clicks his tongue. “mmh, i don’t like that. daddy’s boys tend to be cocky.”
“you still live with your parents, kai, you’re not in a position to judge.” yeonjun says from inside your wardrobe.
“hey, that was only for a while. i’m already thinking about moving back in with beomgyu.”
“ah-ah,” beomgyu shakes his head quickly. “i’ve already got a roommate. wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.”
“the brunette?” yeonjun glances at him over his shoulder, grinning. “she’s hot.”
“are you replacing me with a girl?” kai says, offended, stepping closer to the bed to smack beomgyu’s shoulder. “you can’t even play league of legends with her!”
beomgyu rolls his eyes, smiling. “kai, kai, little kai. trust me, i have way more fun with her than—”
“ugh, can you shut up?”
for the first time that afternoon, you manage to let your voice out.
“you’re making me nervous.”
kai and beomgyu glance at each other. yeonjun keeps messing your clothes, answering as if he’s the most mature one there.
“that’s right, boys. you’re making her nervous.”
you roll your eyes, giving him a light shove that makes him fall back onto the floor.
“hey! i’m helping you!”
“no, you’re not,” you shake your head, “you’re messing up my clothes.”
“someone didn’t wake up in a good mood today.” kai says under his breath, shooting the boys a look.
you huff. “it’s not that, i’m just… tense. you’re not helping.”
beomgyu pushes himself upright on your bed, back against the wall. “you’re right, you must be nervous that you’re finally going on your date.”
for a moment, you take a deep breath, because beomgyu actually sounds understanding for once in his life.
“or is it because you’ve already seen the size of—”
you spoke too soon.
“out of my room!” you shove all three of them out, managing to bring your dorm back to the peace that is not having three idiots scattering your things everywhere.
a heavy sigh leaves your lips when you look at all the clothes on the bed, and you drag your feet back over, starting to tidy them up while you try to settle on an outfit worthy enough.
you glance at the clock on your desk every so often as you finish your makeup in the mirror—just the basics, what’s needed. lashes, a bit of blush, maybe a lipstick that matches your outfit.
flare jeans, a white top, and a cropped jacket—you think it’s the most comfortable and pretty choice for a casual outing, but with the love of your life.
you pick up your phone every now and then, checking for any notifications from the platform—a message from taehyun, a photo, a video call, a surprise stream.
your phone vibrates when you least expect it, making you consider putting it on dnd so nothing strange interrupts the date.
when you open the message and see taehyun’s mirror selfie, fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his abdomen perfectly defined, matching the broad biceps flexed by the way he’s holding his phone, his damp hair messy from the shower— you let out a soft sigh, biting your lip, wishing you could have that view right now.
your right hand drifts over your thigh until it reaches the button of your jeans, your clit demanding attention you think you can manage before it’s time for your date.
except before you can slide your hand any further, someone knocks on your door, making a frustrated sound slip from your lips.
by the time you open it, your eyes widen in surprise, your grip tightening on the doorknob.
“hi, i know i was supposed to come at eight, but i had an issue with the car and i think we’ll have to get an uber.”
his voice sounds almost desperate, like everything’s been going wrong on a day that was supposed to go right.
you just stare at him for a few seconds, because you’re genuinely left breathless by how good he looks.
taehyun has this ability to look attractive even in the most comfortable clothes he can find in his wardrobe. a flannel shirt over a white tshirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to make it look casual, even though every detail is meticulously planned, and dark jeans that match his hair.
you’re sure something between your legs throbs at the mere sight of him.
“woah, you look beautiful, yn,” he says when he finally comes back to himself, as if every problem had vanished the moment he saw you. his ears burn, realising what he’d just said. “i’m sorry—”
“i didn’t know you had a car.” you laugh softly, stepping aside so he can walk into your dorm.
he smiles, accepting the silent invitation, his gaze wandering around with curiosity, a little surprised by how tidy it looks compared to his place with soobin.
“i was going to pick you up in it, but i had to take it to the mechanic today. no idea what happened, it just started acting up.” he says, frustrated, letting out a slightly nervous laugh, like this is somehow ruining the plan he had in mind.
you shrug, trying to take the weight off the situation he’s putting on himself. “we’ll just get an uber. we’ve got time.”
right. there was supposed to be time.
except the car has been stuck in traffic for over thirty minutes.
taehyun’s legs bounce without him even realising, his eyes fixed on the window, watching as if they’re trapped inside a maze with no way out.
you glance at him, shifting in your seat for the third time while the driver plays the local news on the radio, apparently arguing with some senator who can’t even hear him.
“ugh, what’s going on?” taehyun asks again, leaning slightly to get a better look at the mess on the motorway.
the driver sighs. “we’re going to be stuck here for quite a while, kid. get comfortable.”
he turns to look at you, regret written all over his face, an apology sitting in his expression as if any of this had been his fault—even though it isn’t.
you smile at him, because honestly, you’re not in a rush, and you don’t mind being stuck in traffic like this as long as you’re with him.
“is it a good place to eat?” you ask, trying to distract him from his anxiety. he watches you for a few seconds, then sighs, a faint smile pulling at his lips.
“i think it’s the best in the city,” he says, shifting so he can mirror your position, facing you properly. “it’s kind of family run, but the food’s amazing.”
you nod. “i bet it is. we’ll get there,” you lean in slightly, your fingers brushing softly against his hand to soothe him. “relax.”
after another twenty minutes, the car finally starts moving again, and taehyun lets out a steady breath, relief settling in. even though you’ve lost nearly an hour, you seem to be enjoying yourself with him—and that’s what matters.
when the road starts to look more familiar to him, his shoulders begin to relax, and he sinks a little deeper into the seat, regaining the calm he thought the traffic had taken from him.
the uber pulls over, taehyun pays and walks around the car to open your door, treating you the way he was supposed to if it had been his car— his stupid, broken down car.
as he guides you towards the restaurant just around the corner, his voice is warm, much more relaxed. “you could go for the shin ramyeon if you’re used to spice,” he hums, hands tucked into his pockets. “but honestly? i think neoguri’s better. more flavour, better texture… i think you’d like it.”
you nod at his suggestion, turning the corner as he leads you, but both your steps come to an abrupt halt when a “closed due to technical issues” sign comes into view, right at the entrance.
“is this…?”
“this can’t be happening,” he mutters, mostly to himself, running a hand through his hair. “i’ve been coming here since i can remember, they never close. not even when it rains.”
you look at him, noticing how his nerves start creeping back up again, because for the second time today, something’s gone wrong.
you pull your phone out of your jacket pocket. “we can look for somewhere else, something nearby.”
taehyun lets out a heavy sigh, but steps closer to you, leaning in to look at your screen, checking what alternatives come up.
“there’s one nearby—look, just around the mall.” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his furrowed brows and slightly tense expression, though his features soften the moment he meets your eyes.
“let me call another uber—”
“what? another car?” you let out a quiet laugh, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “it’s like 15 minutes away, it’s not a big deal.”
“are you sure?” he pulls a face, “it’s not exactly what i had in mind for today.”
you wave a hand dismissively. “come on, i bet they’ve got good ramen too.”
the walk starts off calm, the streets mostly empty.
your arm brushes against his every now and then, and both of you flush at the contact, trying to decide what side dishes would go best with the ramen, since taehyun seems to be both an expert and a bit of a fan when it comes to it.
the laughter comes easily. it doesn’t take long, because you’ve spent enough time together now for things not to feel awkward, for you to understand each other.
and you like each other — what could be better than a walk with the person you like before a casual dinner?
what else could possibly go wrong?
“that’s odd,” taehyun murmurs to himself when he feels a drop land on the top of his head, glancing up at the slightly clouded sky. “i’m pretty sure that was a raindrop.”
“a raindrop?” you ask, looking up as well. “there wasn’t any rain forecast for today.”
but the sky seems to break open above you, drops falling—quickly, suddenly, growing heavier by the second.
taehyun grabs your hand and starts walking faster, cursing under his breath as he looks around for any shop or place to duck into—finding nothing.
“shit, yn, you’re going to get soaked,” he says, turning to you as the wind whips through both of you, messing up your hair. “cover up with my flannel.”
before he can take it off, you stop him, giving him a reassuring look. “i’m fine, tae. it’s just rain.”
luckily for both of you, a small shop appears a couple of blocks ahead, nearly closing, where taehyun manages to buy a cheap umbrella.
now covered, you press close to him, holding onto his arm. you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips, and even though he still seems tense, his fingers tremble slightly from having you this close.
“i think we’re almost there,” you say, checking your phone as you wait at a red light, even though there are barely any cars on the road. “it’s just around the corner.”
taehyun lets out a soft breath, glancing at you apologetically. “are you sure you don’t want my shirt?”
you shake your head gently. “i don’t want you freezing.”
he smiles at you, though he still feels like everything’s going wrong, and it frustrates him. he just wanted a nice outing with the girl he likes— not this mess.
by the time you reach the entrance, taehyun doesn’t even get the chance to open the door for you before a waiter steps out.
“sorry, we’re closing.”
“what?” he says, almost in disbelief. “this early?”
“it’s raining, our lights tend to fail when it does,” the guy shrugs. “sorry, guys.”
taehyun curses under his breath again, turning to you as he lifts the umbrella slightly so you can both fit beneath it.
“i don’t think today’s on our side,” he says over the loud patter of rain hitting the pavement. “come on, i’ll take you back to your dorm.”
you can hear the shift in his voice—lower, dimmer, like the frustration’s settled somewhere in his chest and won’t let go.
he pulls out his phone, typing in the faculty’s address to take you back, but the heavier the rain gets, the longer it takes for any driver to accept the ride.
his foot taps impatiently as he watches ride after ride go unaccepted. “come on.” he mutters.
a strong gust of wind suddenly sweeps through, lifting leaves off the ground and tearing through anything in its path. you cling closer to his arm as the cold starts seeping into your body, and probably his too.
the sound of something snapping makes both of you look up, only to find the umbrella giving in to the wind, breaking apart.
taehyun feels his eye twitch, and he has no choice but to let the umbrella drop to the ground.
he turns to you, noticing how your hair is already damp, nearly soaked just like your clothes. his eyes dart around, searching for a solution that might fall from the sky, checking his phone for a car, or hoping the ramen place might take pity on you and let you in—but nothing happens.
he can feel the anxiety rising in his chest.
until you try to say something over the rain.
“isn’t there a bus stop nearby?” you ask, raising your voice, still holding onto his arm.
“i think… yeah, i think i saw one about two blocks back when we were walking.”
you don’t need to say anything before you both start walking quickly under the heavy rain, his hand gripping yours firmly. and even though your clothes are soaked, your body cold, you can still feel the warmth of his hand.
and it’s enough.
when the bus stop finally comes into view, he lets out a heavy breath, and the moment you’re both under its cover, he steps closer, gently tucking damp strands of hair behind your ears.
“god, yn, i’m really sorry,” he says, looking straight into your eyes. “i didn’t expect any of this to happen.”
you take a moment to look at him— the droplets clinging to his hair, trailing down his face, his clothes clinging to him just like yours, and those wide eyes fixed on you like the only thing that matters is making sure you’re warm and dry.
“it’s not your fault,” you tell him, trying to ease him a little, a soft, disbelieving laugh slipping past your lips. “how did no one see this rain coming?”
the corners of his lips twitch, curling into a small smile he can’t quite hold back. he nods, realising this doesn’t seem like such a big problem to you, and glances over at the bus stop sign.
you follow his gaze, looking at the buses passing by. you don’t recognise any of them.
“i don’t think these take me back to uni.”
taehyun turns when he hears you. “it’s okay, come to my place.”
warmth blooms in your stomach the second the invitation leaves his lips. you turn to him, eyes wide, cheeks flushing.
“i’ll lend you something dry and comfortable. i don’t want you getting sick.”
“oh, okay– yeah, that’s fine.” you nod, feeling those nerves settle in your stomach like they always do when you’re with him. especially like this, this close, in a situation like this.
taehyun gives a small smile, watching for the bus.
“we could—” you speak, catching his attention again. “i mean, if you’ve got everything to cook at your place, we could—”
your words seem to light up his eyes. “make homemade ramen?”
you nod, a smile slipping onto your lips. “i don’t think it’s fair if we end up missing out.”
taehyun laughs, nodding, a warmth building in his chest at how today has turned out; completely different from what he expected.
the bus shows up in less than five minutes, and as soon as you’re seated at the back, he takes off his flannel and drapes it over your shoulders.
“i know it’s wet, but it should still keep you warm.”
you look at him, though for a second your gaze drifts—caught by the way the white tshirt clings to his toned chest. flashes of streams, videos and photos cross your mind, but you shake your head, pulling yourself back.
“you’re going to catch a cold,” you point out, glancing at his short sleeves. “and it’ll be my fault.”
“it’ll be worth it.” he shrugs, and you can’t help the shy laugh that slips out. you give him a light shove, and he just smiles— like, despite everything, he’s already gotten something better out of today.
the ride isn’t as tedious as it could be— not when you’ve got his flannel draped over your shoulders and you watch the streets of seoul blur past, soaked in rain. beside you, taehyun tries to hold onto whatever body heat he can despite his damp, cold clothes, mentally counting down the minutes until he reaches his flat.
“have a good night.” the driver tells you as you get off. taehyun stepping out first so he can offer you his hand.
but the moment your foot touches the wet pavement, the sole of your shoe slips just enough to send you falling backwards.
except you don’t hit the ground— not with taehyun there. his reflexes are quick, arms wrapping around your waist before you even have time to register the fall. you look up at him, meeting his eyes, suddenly aware of how close his body is to yours— how intimate his hands feel resting against your waist.
when you both regain your balance, you clear your throats almost at the same time.
“are you alright?” he asks, and you nod automatically. “the last thing i need is for you to get hurt.”
you chuckle, half embarrassed, half flustered. “yeah, i’m okay.”
as soon as you step into his apartment, the scent of taehyun’s cologne hits your system— so intoxicating it almost makes you dizzy just breathing it in.
you glance around with quiet curiosity, a faint sense of nerves settling deep in your chest. this is the place where, every saturday, taehyun takes his time alone. recording content. streaming from his room.
“it’s a bit basic,” he says, switching on the lights and turning to look at you. “come on, i’ll get you something to wear.”
you follow him down the hallway, arms wrapped around yourself like a shield against the cold. at least there’s no wind in here, and you’re already thinking about getting out of your soaked clothes.
when you peek into his room, your steps come to an involuntary stop at the entrance, even as he keeps going, heading straight to his wardrobe to look for something without wasting time.
his setup is meticulously clean, his desk chair looking just as comfortable as you remember from his streams. honestly, it even looks new, like he takes care of it with quiet precision.
the desk is black, just like everything on it—the monitors, the keyboard, all of it standing out against the grey walls of the room.
the image forms in your mind in less than a second. taehyun in that chair, hips lifting, back arching, breath catching as something dark and sinful slips past his lips, the kind of sounds that linger and crawl under your skin.
heat settles low in your stomach, maybe even lower, as you try to focus on the rest of the room, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the same spot… the one you already know by heart.
“yn,” his voice pulls you back, and you turn to look at him, your cheeks burning despite your skin still feeling cold. “everything alright?”
“yeah—sorry,” you answer, stepping further into his room, walking into the place you’ve been fantasising about for months. you can feel the heart wrap on your stomach, like something in there is enough to make you feel hotter— the atmosphere, the setup, his presence… or maybe even your own.
when he hands you one of his hoodies and matching sweatpants, along with a towel, you slip into the bathroom to peel off your soaked clothes and change into his, unable to stop yourself from inhaling his scent, almost like a drug.
taehyun waits patiently in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for homemade ramen. carrots, mushrooms, bok choy, green onions, a soft-boiled egg, and some tofu. he hadn’t even imagined the way this date could end up, but it’s already far better than he ever expected.
he looks up the moment your footsteps reach him, and his throat tightens for a brief second— seeing you like this, even more beautiful in casual clothes. his casual clothes.
“…b-better?” his voice barely escapes, a hint of embarrassment threading through it as he tries to refocus on the vegetables.
“yes, thanks, tae,” you nod, taking a few steps closer. he’s wearing different clothes now too—loose jeans that look comfortably roomy and a black tshirt that hugs his shoulders but falls loosely below his chest. “your clothes are huge.”
he can’t help the small laugh that slips out as he slices the mushrooms, like the compliment sits well with him. he’s not used to having his height pointed out, he’s never stood out like soobin or the other guys.
and still, it’s true. he’s taller than you, broader in build, and that’s enough for his sleeves to cover your hands and for you to have to tie the waistband of the sweatpants so they don’t fall.
“is that a compliment?” he asks, giving you a brief look before returning to his task. you laugh softly, shaking your head, moving close enough that the mix of his scent and your own perfume spins around you both.
taehyun’s apartment feels almost luxurious despite its minimalism — a wide window framing a beautiful view, furniture carefully chosen to create a cool, effortless atmosphere without being flashy, the noise of the city nowhere to be heard at this height.
but the kitchen? it definitely wasn’t designed for two.
at least not for two people pretending there needs to be distance between them.
you constantly have to decide who’s going to let the other pass, or apologise automatically when you brush against each other by accident, even though neither of you can ignore the other’s body heat — so present it’s almost impossible to overlook.
until you both decide not to.
“how long do you think it’ll take?” you hear taehyun’s voice by your ear, the warmth from his chest reaching your back even though he isn’t touching you. you turn, not entirely sure whether he’s talking about the ramen or if there’s something unspoken beneath the question.
your eyes meet his, his scent filling your lungs, and for a second you remember what your life used to be like months ago — fantasising about that boy who only greeted you in the mornings out of courtesy.
and as much as you hate it, that memory comes too — the night you found out what he did in his free time. the image is vivid in your mind: his face twisted in pleasure, the sound that leaves his throat when his cock spills over his abdomen after pushing himself right to the edge just to make it feel better.
you don’t know when your breathing starts to pick up, subtle at first, but it does. as if you can’t stop yourself from thinking about how badly you want to feel taehyun against you, his lips on yours, his body pressed to yours, his hands all over you.
the sound of steam rattling the lid of the pot pulls you back — and him too, because those thoughts of simply giving in to the desire aren’t yours alone.
“i think it’ll take a while.” you say, though your voice comes out a little flatter, a little deeper, like you’re not entirely focused on what you’re saying. are you even talking about the ramen?
taehyun nods, hips resting against the counter as he watches you, internally debating what to do.
he’s never been good at pretending he’s in control when his nerves are eating him alive. and this time, he has the girl who crosses his mind at every possible moment standing just centimetres away from him, wearing his clothes, on a rainy night.
“i’m a terrible host,” he says out of nowhere, shaking his head as he steps closer, reaching for something behind one of the cabinet doors. “do you like this?”
your eyes trail after him until the wine bottle in his hands pulls your focus, and you nod. you can’t even remember the last time you had a glass of wine just talking with yeonjun, or with kai.
and supposedly, a glass of wine with taehyun should be harmless while you wait for the ramen.
“how long have you known soobin?” you ask, taking another sip from your glass, your nails dragging lightly along the rim.
taehyun shrugs. “as long as i can remember, basically,” he laughs, shaking his head. you can hear the way his tone comes out slower than before. “secondary school? i think.”
you lean back against the dining sofa, resting your head as you tilt it to look at him. “your turn.”
“right,” he nods, taking another sip from his glass, “have you always just been friends with beomgyu?”
the question makes you laugh, scrunching your nose. “mhm.”
taehyun watches you, mirroring your position. “no details? just mhm?”
“i think it’s cute you believe there’s something going on between us,” you admit, his wide, attentive eyes just a breath away from yours. “is there a reason you’re interested?”
taehyun laughs, and so do you— both of you know exactly why he’s so interested.
he takes another sip from his glass.
“just… curious.” he says, smiling. less nervous this time, more relaxed now.
because yeah, he’s drunk.
and you probably are too.
“well, beomgyu’s single, if that’s what you’re into,” you tease, smiling. your nails tap lightly against the glass as you feel your body loosen under the warmth of the company and the alcohol settling in your system. “you could ask him out.”
taehyun laughs, playing along. “oh yeah? so it can start pouring and i have to bring him back to my flat soaking wet?” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “i’ll pass.”
you watch him for a long second. “do you regret it?”
he looks at you for another long second, but you can already read the answer in his expression. “of course not…” he says, voice lower, softer. “but, i probably shouldn’t have had more than one glass— that, i do regret.”
you laugh, glancing down at the glass in his hand and then at yours. when did you even start pouring one after another?
“i don’t,” you shrug, “wine and ramen is the best combo.”
you get up to check on the soup, which is probably ready by now, but the second you’re on your feet your body betrays you. your head spins all at once, and you lose your balance for a moment.
and before you realise it, taehyun’s hands are firm on your waist, his body suddenly, dangerously close to yours.
“sure you don’t regret it?” he murmurs, teasing, his breath brushing against your face.
his hands don’t let go. instead, they tighten slightly when he notices you’re not making any effort to move away. as if you liked this closeness.
and you do.
ramen turns out better than either of you expected, and maybe it’s the wine or the wait, but you both take your time with it, eating in comfortable silence. tae makes a real effort not to slurp or make a mess, keeping up appearances in front of you. you do the same.
then another glass of wine appears, and this time your head comes to rest against his arm, draped along the back of the sofa.
his thumb strokes through your hair as you look at each other, talking about nothing and everything all at once, enjoying the sound of the other’s voice and the quiet in between.
he looks at you like he wants to say something.
“what?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips, hard to hold back. he shakes his head lightly.
“it’s nothing.” he says, though he sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.
“are you sure?”
“yn,” he lets out a soft sigh. “i want to kiss you.”
your heart skips at his words, but you laugh, hiding your face in his arm for a moment.
“you can’t say that when i’ve had three glasses of wine, kang taehyun.”
he lets out a low laugh. “that’s the problem,” you look at him, “i don’t want to kiss you now.”
“now?”
“i want to kiss you sober,” his voice comes out soft, but there’s a hint of frustration in it. “and i’ve already had three fucking glasses.”
your cheeks burn and not just from the wine, but from the weight those words carry.
“we can blame it on the wine in the morning.” you say, shifting a little closer to him. your knee knocks against his thigh.
taehyun wets his lips, glancing away for a second. “i really want to say yes,” he admits, lifting his hand to your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “you’ve no idea how long i’ve been holding back from kissing you.”
his words twist low in your stomach, nerves taking over your body.
“just do it,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly so his finger brushes over your lips. “please.”
taehyun’s pupils darken when his thumb grazes your bottom lip, and a soft plea slips from your mouth.
he exhales. “let me be sober and do it properly,” he says, looking at you like he’s fighting himself. “i don’t want to ruin it.”
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QJDMAKJDJEHF HE IS SOOOO URGGHHHHH and ik fo sure the next chapter is abt to be freaky as hell😛😛😛
I WANT TO POST NEXT CHAPTER NOW UGH
I ate this up so good— hopefully he will ate ME up so good in the next chapter ????
Y‘ALL I SAW TAEHYUN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME + FIC SPOILER BECAUSE I LOST MY MIND
so… this is something different from fics but it’s still about taehyun
You might not know, but I am located in Seoul since a while and today has been the album preview event (which I unfortunately didn’t win) — but my friend did
So I went there and like 10 min before her session ended I came back to the location to wait for her
I WAS NOT PREPARED TO SEE THE FUCKING KANG TAEHYUN OKAY
I WAS LOOKING AT MY PHONE BC MY FRIEND SUDDENLY TEXTED ME THAT TYUNNING WAS THERE
But then I saw a car parking in front of the entrance and suddenly many men in suits appeared
AND LITERALLY NOT A SECOND LATER THESE TWO CASUALLY WALK OUT OF THE ENTRANCE
I was standing 5 meters away from them 5 METERS
I CANT LIKE HEOL
I WAS LITERALLY FRONT ROW LMAO
Taehyun didn’t even look at us but Kai did and he waved so cutely 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
even if I didn’t see Taehyun properly (his face) I ate him up ok. Like that man looked so fucking good
I need new taehyun fics.
FOR THIS AMAZING EVENT I AM GOING TO SPOIL MY NEXT TAEHYUN FIC FOR YOU:
Title Got no time to waste
Summary & Setting his flight to Singapore is soon, he needs to leave once again for a tour schedule. But there‘s always time for a spicy round of some morning sex, right? — and YES his hair are ORANGE
Contents & Tags nsfw, morning wood, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, use of toys, anal, p in v … and whatelse comes to my mind
Let me know if you want to be tagged 🫶🏻
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welcome stranger ♡ i mainly write about taehyun and yeonjun, with soobin coming soon. you’ll also find taegyu and yeonbin here and there. all of my works include mature content, sometimes mixed with a bit of fluff and angst. read at your own pace and enjoy ♡
smut ❤️🔥. fluff 🩷. angst 🖤. abo ⚜️.
…kang taehyun ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
┆❥ Stick with you x me ❤️🔥 NEW
┆❥ got no time to waste ❤️🔥 NEW
┆❥ (don‘t) fuck with boxers ❤️🔥
┆❥ you‘re my ride or die: a taehyun spin off [Part 2] ❤️🔥🩷
┆❥ you‘re my ride or die (feat. yeonjun) [Part 1] ❤️🔥🖤
┆❥ post nut lyrics (kth solo feat. yeonbin) ❤️🔥
┆❥ th horny hours playlist
…choi yeonjun ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
┆❥ you‘re my ride or die (feat. taehyun) [Part 1] ❤️🔥🖤
…yeonbin ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
┆❥ fuck them ❤️🔥
┆❥ omega for hire [Part 1] ❤️🔥⚜️
┆❥ omega for hire [Part 2] ❤️🔥⚜️
┆❥ post nut lyrics (kth solo feat. yeonbin) ❤️🔥
…taegyu ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
┆❥ i need you more than i want to ❤️🔥
…you can read my fics on ao3 aswell!
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┆❥ about me — may; 25 y/o; she/her
┆❥ my loml — taehyun; ot5 – I‘d let me pass around tbh
┆❥ loves — txt; cats; animals; music; gaming; danger & gbgb
┆❥ funfact — i can tell by the sound which performance is playing
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┆❥ requests and dms always open !!
hi babeee, i have a request plsplspls
i read you’re my ride or die and i’m obsessed with racing cars now, can you write something like yeonjun as an underground street racer, and reader goes for the first time with some friends? i need a cocky yeonjun, pls pls
loveya !!
Hey Babyyy!! Thank you for your request 🩵
Would you guys like to see this request as prequel of „You're my ride or die" — how reader got into the scene and stuff, focused on Yeonjun?
Or would you like this idea as a seperate story with a new setting?
Pls choose:
Prequel of „You‘re my ride or die“
New story, new setting
— k.th x fem!reader
Getting caught once, twice … and a third time, dang that wasn’t on this year’s bingo list but still — it was hot.
contents nsfw, mdni, smut, fluff, dom!taehyun, semi-public sex, oral (f!rec), unprotected sex, sexual harassment by a dumbass, dirty talk I guess, jealousy, street racing au, jdm but in Seoul, car meet, underground, gotta ride that diiiiiiiick, questionable locations for intercourse, he‘s whipped like whipped cream, taehyun got that money
wc 3,5k
an This is an independent spin off of my fic „You‘re my ride or die“ which is a k.th x c.yj x f!reader fic. This spin off is part 2 of the original fic containing ONLY k.th x f!reader. You don’t have to read the original (Part 1) to unterstand.
In case you haven’t read part 1: Reader has been out of the country for 2 years and left them overnight without a word, basically.
Part 1 | Part 2: kth spin off
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