Omg I just read your new taesan fic.....it's soo good to whoever requested it thank you🙏anyways i just thought now that we have taesan it's only necessary you do the rest of bnd members 😏only when you have time and want to ofc!
jaehyun didn't even drop his bag when he saw you sitting on the couch in that black satin bunny bodysuit. he just stood in the doorway, his eyes dark and heavy as they dragged over your bare thighs and the silly velvet ears on your head.
"you think you're cute?" he murmured, dropping his keys onto the counter with a loud clatter. he walked over, grabbing the ears right off your head and tossing them aside before his big hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head back. "you have any idea how bad my day was? and I come home to you looking like a little pet waiting to get used?"
"jaehyun, i—"
"shut up" he growled, ripping the satin fabric down to expose your chest before shoving two fingers deep inside you without a second of warning. you gasped, bucking against his hand, but he just pinned your hips to the cushions. "look at you. already wet for me. wrap your legs around meright now."
he unzipped his pants, heavy and blunt as he slammed into you in one hard motion. the couch groaned under his weight as he pounded into you, his voice low and filthy in your ear. "gonna breed you right here on the couch... make you carry daddy's baby so you stop playing these little games."
when he came, he buried himself to the hilt, holding your thighs open as he filled you completely, muttering praise against your bruised lips while you sobbed beneath him.
sungho
sungho usually had control, but fourteen hours of studio delays had him completely on edge. the second he saw you in that tight bodysuit, his calm expression shattered.
"take that off" he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as he marched across the room. but before you could even reach for the zipper, his hands were on you, shoving you back against the sofa armrest. "actually, no. leave it on. i like seeing how tight it squeezes you."
he didn't waste time with soft touches. sungho flipped you right onto your stomach, pulling your hips up into the air. the sight of the little white tail pinned to your back made him let out a sharp, dark laugh.
"such a good little bunny for me" he muttered, unzipping his jeans and sliding into you with a wet, brutal thrust that made you scream into the leather cushions. he grabbed your hips, his thumbs digging into your skin to hold you still as he fucked you from behind, his rhythm fast and punishing. "you wanted my attention so bad, baby? you're getting all of it. taking daddy's cock so good... gonna fill you up so full you can't even stand."
he came hard, holding you pinned down as he pumped every drop inside you, his heavy body crushing yours until you were both gasping for air.
riwoo
riwoo was usually the quietest one, but exhaustion made him mean. he froze in the hall, his eyes locking onto your exposed legs, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face.
"you dressed up for me?" he asked softly, walking over with slow, deliberate steps. he reached down, cupping your cheek gently for a second before his fingers suddenly tightened, tilting your head back until you were staring right into his blown-out pupils. "you really thought you could play around when i'm this stressed?"
before you could answer, he yanked you off the couch by your waist, laying you flat on the floor rug. he crushed your hands above your head with one grip, using his other hand to tear the satin gusset aside.
"riwoo—"
"hush" he commanded, shoving himself inside you in one swift, unyielding thrust. a broken cry ripped from your throat, but he just leaned down, biting your shoulder to drown out the noise as his hips started moving in a relentless, deep rhythm. "you're mine tonight. daddy's gonna make sure you remember who you belong to. look at me while i fill you up."
he held you tight through your climax, his own growl echoing in the quiet room as he filled you completely, refusing to let you move even after he finished.
leehan
leehan took one look at you and the tired slump in his shoulders completely vanished. he didn't say a word at first—he just walked over, his eyes pitch black as they tracked the movement of your chest under the satin.
"you're modern art" he whispered, his voice dangerously dark as he reached down, grabbing the velvet ear headband and pulling it off, tossing it behind him. his hand moved straight to your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you still against the sofa back. "look at you. sitting here like a little present for me after the day i've had."
"leehan, please, it was just a joke—"
"it's not a joke" he interrupted, his thumb pressing into your jaw. he undid his belt with one hand, positioning his broad length against your wet heat before slamming straight in. you sobbed at the sudden stretch, but leehan just leaned in, licking the tears from your cheek as he started a heavy, grinding pace. "you're so pretty when you're crying for daddy... taking every inch... gonna breed this little bunny until you're carrying my kids."
he didn't pull out when he finished; he stayed buried deep inside you, his big hands rubbing your stomach as he whispered sweet, possessive promises into your ear.
woonhak
woonhak was taller and broader than people gave him credit for, and when he was stressed, that size became overwhelming. he dropped his bag with a heavy thud, staring at you on the couch in that tight black outfit with wide, hungry eyes.
"what the fuck are you wearing?" he breathed, a dark grin tugging at his lips as he crowded your space, towering over you so completely you couldn't even see the rest of the room. "you're asking for trouble looking like that."
"i wanted to make you laugh—"
"i'm not laughing" he growled, grabbing your thighs and pulling you straight to the edge of the couch. he didn't take off his clothes, just unzipped his pants and shoved your legs wide open. "you wanted to look like a slut for me? then take it like one."
he buried himself inside you with a blunt, desperate thrust, making you gasp and claw at his shirt. woonhak pounded into you with raw, unhinged energy, his dirty talk nonstop in your ear. "fuck, so tight... taking daddy so well... you like getting filled up like this? answer me."
"yes— yes, daddy—" you sobbed out, and that broke him. he slammed into you one last time, cumming deep inside with a low groan, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn't leak a single drop.
warnings: nsfw (minors dni), makeouts, oral sex (f. rec), possibility of getting caught, dirty talk, drunk sex
wc: ~800
you don’t need my love? by colde sounds like a perfect song for this type of thing for me ~~ if you’ll like it i give you guys more of this content for sure ❤️
friends with benefits with!leehan means you guys never get to finish that movie you started on your last sleepover because you always end up another way — you in his arms all night long while he tells you how you're the best of anyone he's ever had sex been with.
actually, that thing between you two started so suddenly you didn’t even realize what you were doing. you went to the club together and definitely had way too much tequila (guess you should've listened to those people talking about the three-tequila-shots rule or something). you guys were dancing when leehan’s hands landed on your hips and you could feel him pressed right up against your back. in your drunken haze, you always felt much hornier than usual, so you didn't even notice how your hands reached up to wrap around his neck, your dance becoming less and less like two friends dancing to that animalistic rhythm. his lips moved close to your ear as he hot-breathed, “you look so freaking good. no, like, heavenly good. i really don’t get it y/n, how no one has stolen you yet.” that sent a wave of goosebumps down your arms and a hot flash down your spine. biting your lower lip, you slowly turned around to face leehan without breaking the embrace, his hands remaining firm on your hips. his face was impossibly close, and a second later he mumbled practically into your lips, “can i?” needless to say, you left for home a couple of minutes later when you realized that feather light kiss was turning into a full on makeout session and you clearly needed a more private place than a loud club. you ended that very night at his place (luckily, his roommate taesan was staying at your mutual friend woonhak's place that day), with his face buried between your thighs until morning. he was lapping your pussy like a man starved FOR HOURS until you, beyond overstimulated, were shivering under his touch. you fell asleep almost immediately because you were actually still drunk from the tequila and so, so tired after like three orgasms your friend forced out of you. maybe it was bad on your part, but you couldn't even make sure if he came too (you were almost positive he didn't), yet in the morning you woke up in clean clothes (one of his pajamas) and completely washed up, while leehan was sleeping beside you with his face buried in the pillow, a glass of water and painkillers sitting on the nightstand.
that’s how your friends with benefits arrangement with!leehan came to life. you discussed what happened in the morning and came to the mutual decision that first and foremost, you were still friends. but finding a distraction in each other from daily stress sounded like a pretty good option, which you both agreed on. you didn't even notice that leehan looked less than satisfied with this arrangement. but he convinced himself that as long as he could keep holding you in his arms, everything was fine.
being friends with benefits with!leehan means seeing him lie every time you try to bring up the fact that he’s been sleeping at your place for the third day in a row, which he always waves off, saying, “y/n, you know your wifi is faster and it’s easier for me to play lol with riwoo hyung out here.” though he never plays games while with you, because either way you end up pinned against the first available horizontal surface as soon as dusk falls. much more important than the game, honestly.
also, friends with benefits with!leehan is when he’s such a tease when you guys are out with your group of friends. the second you two are left alone, even if you just stepped away to the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone, he lifts you onto the counter and buries his lips in yours. greedily, wetly, your teeth clacking against each other as you try to push his chest, scared one of your friends might walk in. all he does in response is tangle his hand in your silky hair and tug it back, forcing your head back to look up at his smug face. “we can’t go back like this, can we?” and you just stare at him in confusion, a thin string of spit still connecting your lips, until you follow his gaze down — and see his hard-on in all its glory. you struggle not to bite your lip at the sight. “then we probably shouldn’t keep kissing if you want to get rid of that thing in your pants,” you chuckle, as he tugs your hair even harder, this time trailing down to your neck and lightly biting your tender skin. “get rid? that thing? come on, y/n, i thought you liked it, screaming your brains out just last night when i was inside you to the hilt.” his words make you try to squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some relief, but bad luck: standing between your parted legs, he presses in even closer. “besides, maybe it’s easier if you just get me off right here and then we can go back to our friends? how does that sound?” you just give him a look that says don't even think about it, and he can't hold back a predatory smirk. “what? don’t like the idea of one of our friends catching you in the kitchen, stuffed full with my cock?” needless to say, despite all the temptation, you haven't lost your mind yet and still stand your ground, so it takes about ten minutes for leehan to cool down so you two can head back to your friends. when jaehyun points out the “mosquito bite” on your neck, riwoo elbows him in the ribs, telling him to shut up.
and then you guys start doing normal domestic things that couples do, but still refuse to admit that you're together. for instance, when after one of your sleepovers you wake up with a heavy weight on your chest. opening your eyes, you see leehan peacefully snoring and drooling on the collar of your oversized lounge tee. instead of pushing him off, you start softly stroking his hair, and in response he tightens his grip on your waist, mumbling something in his sleep. well, friends with benefits rarely do that kind of shit, but you're still trying to convince yourself otherwise.
contains: fwb!riwoo. afab!reader. service!dom!riwoo. spit kink. hair pulling. pinv. multiple orgasms. protected sex(yay). oral (f!receiving). squirt. chocking. tit play. rough affection(?). he is down bad. use of riwoo's real name. he is kind of a tease.
author's note: not proofread so I'm sorry if something doesn't make any sense 😭 also I live for the dom!riwoo agenda cause have u guys seen that man at the latest concert??? he was being such a tease ughhh
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if someone had told you months ago that lee sanghyeok was an absolute beast on bed you would've laughed in their face.
well, everyone thought the same. he looked so sweet, so caring, so adorable. he probably was the most vanilla guy and, if he wasn't, then he probably liked being dominated. I mean, look at him, he looks like you can carry him around and he wouldn't mind, right?
wrong.
you see, he could look like the sweetest guy ever ㅡand he wasㅡ, but in bed he was more like an insatiable monster. you two had been friends for a long time before you even got to see this part of him, but once you did, you quickly realized you couldn't let go. oh how wrong you were when you thought he would be as sweet in bed as he was with everybody else.
"f-fuck, sanghyeok..." you moaned feeling him pull your legs over his shoulder. he had a relentless pace and didn't even look tired. his stamina was amazing. he smiled when he heard you.
"so fucking cute" he said, holding your cheek with force. he pulled your cheek hard until your face had red marks all over. it hurt, but not enough to be uncomfortable. you were used to sanghyeok being rough while sharing his love. it was almost as if he got cuteness aggression just by seeing your fucked up face. "you gonna come for me, baby?"
"baby?" you said in between a breathy laugh. he wasn't really the type to use those words, but it must have slipped out. he stopped, grabbing you by your hair enough so that your back arched a little. he smiled again.
"you like that, baby?" he said again, teasingly. you whimpered feeling him go deeper. he got closer to your face and kissed you hard. he bit your lower lip and messily made out with you until you felt spit sliding down your jaw. when he stood straight to look at you, his dick jumped inside of you. "fuck, you look so sexy like that"
"fuck, fuck, sanghyeok that feels so good" his hand went down your stomach until he reached your pussy. he rubbed your clit and spat on it, making it easier to move his fingers fast. you felt a knot forming in your stomach and closed your eyes, arching even more than before while he let go of your hair.
"fuck yes baby, you're all mine, right?" he asked, playing with your nipple with his free hand. you could barely nod while you came hard on his shaft, your legs trembling. he let out a satisfied groan, but he didn't stop there. he pulled out, turned you around with both of your weak legs on the bed and your upper body resting over his, and he put it in again, fucking you faster and harder.
he spat on his hand to rub on your sensitive clit. not that it was necessary, but he really liked the messy feeling of your juices and his spit mixed together on his dick. he held your body with just one hand, using it to roughly caress your stomach, legs, arms and face. he wouldn't stop until you came again, and again, and again. his hand reached up until it rested on your neck, and when he felt you clench, he added a little bit of pressure. enough to make you feel dizzy, but not to completely stop you from breathing normally. you bit your lip when you felt your orgasm building up again. you weren't used to that, but he just made it look so easy.
sanghyeok didn't say much. he barely had even stopped, only did it when he felt too close to climax, but it didn't last long before he was fucking into you again, deeper and faster. you rolled your eyes while you came again, your legs trembling even more than before. you were so tired, but he was not gonna stop. you knew it.
"p-please, please, sanghyeok, let me take a break" you said, only half joking. he laughed anyway, and he let go of your body. you fell onto the bed with a thud and he managed to spin you around with one arm once again. he kissed you, only caressing your body with one of his hands, slowly moving it down your stomach until he reached your pussy again, rubbing through your lips up and down, teasingly. he gathered spit on his mouth, passing it to yours before pulling away, a string connecting both your lips. he kissed your jaw and neck, slowly going down until he reached your tits. he sucked on one of your nipples while playing with the other. his tongue was perfect and you only whimpered more when his teeth grazed your skin. he let go of your nipple, desperate to taste you, and when he finally got to your pussy you moaned louder, holding his head instantly. you could feel him smiling.
"so sensitive" he managed to say in between licks. you couldn't even think anymore. he was desperate to make you come. his tongue moved up and down over your pussy, making tight circles on your clit and then sucking on it. his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he reached a state in which he couldn't let go of you. two of his fingers entered you in an instant and he started to move them fast while his tongue still worked on your clit. you could barely register what was going on when you felt yourself reaching a third orgasm, only this felt stronger, and when he pulled his fingers out of your pussy, you felt the liquid gushing out of you. your orgasm was so strong you could feel how it kept going even after a few seconds. seconds in which he had not stopped looking, completely immersed into your pleasure. he enjoyed seeing you enjoying whatever he did, and this especially had just made him realize something new.
he felt himself reaching his own orgasm just seeing you squirt, and he held his dick with one hand, biting his lip.
"fuck i'm gonna come" he said, guiding his dick to your entrance and thrusting exactly five times before he finally came into the condom with a satisfied groan. his eyes rolled back once again as he felt the knot on his stomach finally break and stayed in that position for a few seconds before he fell next to you, his heavy breathing making you smile with affection and pull him closer to your body.
"i hope everyone could see how good i make you feel" he said, a confident smile forming on his face while he looked at you.
"i don't" you admited, making him laugh. "nobody needs to know that you're actually insane. I'd rather everyone think you're too vanilla for me anyway"
he smiled as he hid his face on your neck. you knew he had some insecurities about the people surrounding you both, thinking that you were only friends because "why would you wanna fuck with a guy that's so boring?" oh, if only they knew...
synopsis: you were finally ready to move on from taesan and leave all the tears behind. but one encounter at a coffee shop is all it takes for him to wreck your progress and prove that you'll always come back to him.
warnings: nsfw (minors dni), oral sex (m. rec), public sex, dirty talking, toxic situationship once again, taesan is an asshole (even more than in the previous part), sungho is cutie pie and woonhak's phone has low battery capacity, more than fwb less than loves, but u better not to romanticize this kind of relationships haha, happy ending ig
wc: ~3.3K
my note: thank u guys sm for all the love u gave to “is it casual?” lmk your thoughts about this one too ♡ song for this part ! ˃̶ᴗᵒ̴̶̷
notifications rapidly continue to appear on your locked screen. you know who it is and that’s why you have no thought of answering them anytime soon.
“babe”
“call me back”
“yk those words”
“i didn’t really mean it”
“what else do u wanna hear”
silence for a brief second.
“i told u to answer my fucking texts didn’t i?”
“what can u be so busy with”
“don’t tell me u with him again”
at some point your hand reaches for your phone on its own — to answer, out of habit — a strong urge to stay in touch with taesan still hasn't left you. but you remind yourself in time what state you were in when you came home that day: messy hair, eyes red from crying after a ruined orgasm and utterly fucked out. taesan thought that after his “little punishment” you two would go back to that kind of situationship you had, and he absolutely didn’t expect silence. an all-consuming, deafening silence.
you practically force yourself to tear your eyes away from the phone that keeps flashing with notifications. you just turn off the notifications before making your way to your wardrobe one more time — there are a lot more important things to pay attention to right now. the case is: you decided to move on. there are no more lonely evenings spent in tears for you. so the first step toward healing was simple—heading out with your girls to a coffee shop on your uni campus. nothing unusual, but you believed a girls’ night would fix whatever was wrong with you.
you took your prepared outfit, almost forgetting about your turned-off phone. well, that was a mistake.
“guess my little puppy forgot her place”
“that means i have to remind you where u supposed to be”
the weather is just gorgeous — spring is finally felt not just outside, but in your soul too. you met up with your friends near the cafe you agreed to go to. it opened just recently, and the staff there are all students just like you, but over the last couple of weeks every single one of your friends managed to hype it up, telling you they make the best pink matcha on campus. how could you not try it? especially since a distraction from thinking about taesan…couldn't be better.
you walk in together with two of your classmates to one of their jokes, letting yourself laugh genuinely. your heart feels light, as if the handcuffs you put on yourself finally fell off. you don't look at the counter while picking a cozy table by the window. only after that do you look up at the counter where the baristas are standing. one is a tall guy with light brown hair, brimming with so much energy it's practically oozing out of him, like he's about to bounce on the spot from pure excitement. the second is a blonde, a bit shorter, but his broad shoulders block almost the entire coffee machine as the two baristas discuss something, softly laughing while taking an order. you squint because that blonde looks strikingly familiar until you realize: it's sungho! you smile, listening to your girls' orders, ready to head over to the counter to order for everyone and catch up with sungho. it really was a sweet surprise to see him here. in the short time you'd been talking, sungho had never let you down. all he did was make you smile, so the chances of you two becoming something more were definitely far from zero.
you smooth down the hem of your light floral sundress as you stand up before heading to the counter. sungho's eyes light up when he sees you. a faint blush covers his cheeks when he realizes he's smiling too wide, catching himself. you shift from foot to foot, biting your lower lip against the smile threatening to spread across your face. your hand raises on its own in a wave, and sungho speaks first: “oh— ah, hi y/n! i didn’t really expect to see you here.” his hand rests on the back of his neck, as if trying to hide his embarrassment.
“yeah, i mean it’s my first time here! my girls brought me here to try your guys' signature matcha.” you laugh softly when the second barista appears to sungho's left — that tall guy with a puppy smile. “hyung, is that your friend?” and before sungho can even nod or answer, the guy is already holding out his hand to you. “i’m woonhak! i’m working here only for a couple of days actually, but sungho hyung is helping me a lot! i thought he’s a really sweet guy, but it’s the first time i see a friend coming to visit him, hehe.” just like a little puppy, woonhak's mouth doesn't close for a second, which helps break the awkwardness hanging between you. the three of you get caught up in an easy conversation while placing the order, when woonhak gets distracted by a phone call, then turns to sungho: “hyung, my roommate came over for a second, can he go through the back entrance to hand me my charger? is that ok?” but sungho is too absorbed in keeping his eyes on you, so he just nods to the younger guy and keeps taking your order. finally, handing you the receipt, he speaks up as if gathering his courage: “umm, y/n, if you don’t have any other plans after your girls’ evening, i can drive you home maybe? if you don’t have any other plans, of course. we close in an hour and a half anyway, and if you're still here... i could, well...” he trailed off, as if doubting whether he went too far. you smile shyly, taking the receipt from his hand. he looks like a bashful kitten, and you feel like teasing him a little. though you were already sure you'd agree. “well, let me try my matcha first, then we’ll see. but i would love to—” before you can finish, you see a tall figure step out from behind the staff curtains behind woonhak, and then you hear a familiar voice. the urge to sink through the floor right then and there grows exponentially.
“woonhak-ah, how does it happen that you always manage to forget that damn charger when your phone’s battery capacity is literally 64 percent—” taesan’s rant cuts off when he sees you. sungho looks surprised too, and only woonhak remains completely clueless. so, woonhak is taesan’s roommate he bragged about a couple of times. what a fucking joke. “having fun here, huh?” is the first thing taesan mumbles, looking at you in surprise. at first he looks startled, but when he heard how sweetly you're chatting with sungho, his eyes dart between the two of you with unhidden irritation. “taesan? y/n's friend, right? we met a couple of days ago! what a coincidence woonhak’s roommate appeared to be you.” sungho sounds surprised too, before mumbling something about what a small world it is. “exactly.” taesan draws it out with a predatory smile. “i also remember you. seems like y/n really likes to hang around you. you must be a comfy person.” sungho laughs awkwardly at that while you look away, not knowing what to do. you thought you had just started feeling better. that you had finally started breathing freely. but at the sound of his voice alone, it was like you were thrown back into all those months of suffering — your palms start shaking like crazy, and you clutch the sides of your sundress. woonhak clearly isn't reading the room at all, so he chimes in with another joke: “woah, how did it turn out that you guys all know each other! small world indeed.”
before taesan can answer, you quickly blurt out, looking back toward the table where your girls are already taking photos in the new setting: “ok guys, i need to go to my girls— it was nice to meet you woonhak, really.” sungho watches in confusion as you can't even raise your eyes to look at them. “no problem y/n, we'll bring your order to the table when it's ready.”
on shaky legs, you head back to the table. when your girls ask how you're doing, you just wave it off. forget, forget. distract yourself. that was all that filled your mind. you didn't even notice how there were only two of them left behind the counter again.
to be fair, the matcha turned out to be really good.
you didn't notice hours passing by in conversation and taking photos, and the baristas were already prepping to close. taking your empty cups, sungho shots you another questioning yet hopeful look. like, so, coming? you try to force a smile. “well, your matcha was amazing. guess now i have to hold my promise.” sungho's eyes sparkle at that, full of hope. he mumbles something like "i'll wait for you at the back exit" before rushing to take off his apron and pack his things. you really wanted to distract yourself and let the warm conversation and upcoming ride with sungho fill your head — but taesan had settled in your mind long ago without any permission.
fifteen minutes later, after convincing your friends that everything was fine and a good friend was driving you home, and putting them all in an uber, you were already walking toward the back exit of the cafe where you and sungho agreed to meet.
the guy was leaning against the wall, propping a foot up behind him. hearing your footsteps, he straightens up immediately, nervously smoothing his hair before adjusting his bag strap. it seems like he really gets shy around you, but you find it cute. smiling, you walk up to him, and together you head toward his car parked a few meters away. you chat about nothing, and it almost makes you forget about the afternoon encounter. sungho's touch grows bolder when he sees how relaxed you are around him — his arm reaches out behind you, gently guiding you by the waist without directly touching. respectful and sweet. and you don't mind at all.
you reach the car and sungho is about to open the door for you when a large palm lands on your shoulder, intentionally anchoring you in place. his fingers close around your shoulder, with no intention of letting go. “done talking? let's go, y/n, i'm driving you.” it was like taesan was waiting for you nearby. not just now, but lately you felt like he was always waiting for you somewhere. or more like waiting for the moment you relaxed, dropped your guard, and tried to move on with your life. in those moments, he always ends up right there. sungho looks at you in confusion, not even gracing taesan with a glance, taking your palm in his hand and silently asking with his eyes: are you okay? taesan’s eyes snap down to your joined hands, letting out an annoyed huff before placing his heavy hand on sungho's shoulder, practically shoving him back. “thanks, i'll take it from here,” hinting that he's taking you tonight.
you don't lift your eyes from the asphalt. your heart pounds traitorously in your ears. but the worst part is that somewhere deep down, your entire being is thrilled that taesan is here. that he's showing that possessiveness over you. fuck, it seems like you’re broken. like he already broke you. you bite your lip, looking away. sungho senses your discomfort and has no intention of letting you go anywhere with this guy. “dude, she doesn't look like she's enjoying this. take your hand off her, nicely.” sungho's hand lands on top of taesan’s wrist where he holds you. “dude?” taesan doesn't look annoyed anymore. he looks fucking furious. “don’t fucking call me that.” tae turns to sungho, his broad back completely shielding you. he presses forward, rudely poking the guy's shoulder to force him backward. “just stop already messing with our relationship, dude,” he draws out the last word, mocking him. “tae, stop—” you reach for taesan’s shoulder with both hands, trying to pull him back. “you guys are dating?” sungho looks stunned, not knowing whether to look at taesan or at you — right behind his solid back.
“no!”
“she’s mine.”
you and taesan answer at the same time. it feels like getting hit over the head with something heavy. even now... even now, when he needs you THIS badly, he just slaps the label "mine" on you without committing to an actual relationship between you. you want to scream. because maybe, if he had said "yeah", you wouldn't have denied it.
“y/n, stop acting ridiculous and go to my car. don’t piss me off please, babe.” taesan turns to you as if pleading, his brows furrowed.
but you know it's an act, and there's nothing tender about his words. sungho tenses up even more, seemingly ready to take you from taesan by force, when you stop him, softly whispering: “everything is fine, sungho. i’m sorry for this scene. really. i’ll text you when i get home, sorry again, you can go.”
a satisfied smirk comes from taesan’s side. you are his, that was all. and you proved it yourself once again.
taesan forcefully laces his fingers with yours in a sweet yet fake gesture, smirking triumphantly at sungho, who looks torn on what to do. before you turn around and taesan practically drags you along, you mouth "sorry" to sungho one last time.
you turn in the opposite direction, walking down the street; apparently taesan had parked his car on the other side. as soon as you're out of sungho's sight, taesan speeds up even more, forcing you to practically run after him. “tae,” you call out to him, but get no answer. “taesan!” you yell louder, forcefully yanking your hand out of his grip and stopping behind him. the dark street around you is lit by a single streetlamp across the road. taesan is breathing heavily and angrily, you can hear it. he spins on his heel, not answering, grabbing your hand again and dragging you into the nearest alley. the gap between the two buildings is narrow, completely empty of people. you were sure he was about to slam you against the wall, but at the last moment he places his palm against the bricks, letting your head rest on it. he traps you between himself and the wall with both arms. when taesan looks at you, his eyes are blazing, and he grabs your chin with his free hand, forcing you to look at him. “the fuck was that, y/n? text you when i get home? are you fucking messing with me?” “you're the one who’s messing with me!” your emotions pour over the edge. anger, frustration, even fear. and worst of all — you were still glad to be with him again, in this toxic semblance of his embrace. you don't notice tears of anger spilling down your cheeks. “you’re treating me like your fucking pet! and just when i decided to heal, when finally a good guy started courting me, you, you fucking bastard, showed up again just to torment me!” taesan listens to your rant without a word. tears flow uncontrollably, you sniffle and rub your eyes, smudging your mascara. your fists hit his chest once, twice, three times — but he doesn't budge. “and the worst thing about this is that i still want to be around you! i still want to be with you, fucking bastard. because..” you drop your forehead against taesan’s chest. “because it doesn’t feel right with anyone else who’s not you.”
you keep sniffling, honestly expecting nothing, when his large palm gently lands on the crown of your head. he starts stroking your hair slowly while you try to quiet your sobs. his other hand rests on your lower back, tracing soothing circles. “y/n, you know that no other guy can be with you,” he speaks softly, resting his chin on your head. his voice lacks any anger, carrying a twisted kind of affection — as if what he was saying was a law of the universe, the most obvious thing possible. “because no other guy knows you the way i know you. and no other guy can satisfy you the way i do it, right, puppy?” you raise your tear-stained eyes to him as taesan takes your cheeks in both hands. a single look at your tearful face makes a spark of something ignite in his eyes. “so stop trying to chase mutts, y/n. you know where you belong. in my arms.” you let out a shaky breath as taesan leans down — his lips cover yours, tasting your salty tears. you can't resist, can't help but kiss back — just like always. you stand on tiptoe, reaching into the kiss yourself, wrapping your arms around taesan’s neck. this feels right. his lips on yours, his hands moving lower to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer — the rightest thing you'd felt in a long time.
the kiss quickly grows demanding. taesan’s tongue pushes into your mouth, opening it, greedily tangling with yours.
saliva drips down your chins, but neither of you cares. taesan pulls away for just a second to catch his breath. “that’s the taste of my girl. only mine, right? you didn't manage to kiss that coward, right, y/n? you don't think i'd be willing to get sloppy seconds, do you?” you shake your head frantically. “no— no tae, only you, it’s only for you.”
something in his eyes lights up even brighter as he looks at your face. makeup smudged from tears, mascara running down your cheeks, and spit shared between you on your lips and chin. we went feral for this view. “fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he spits out before leaning in and tracing a long line up your cheek with his tongue, gathering your tears. your breath hitches, and you feel your legs go weak while your underwear grows wet. finished with one cheek, he starts doing the exact same to the second — licking away your tears, tears he caused himself. you let out a shaky breath when you hear his hunger-laced words: “y/n, you look so fuckable right now. you can’t imagine how hard i am.” as if to confirm his words, taesan presses you tight against the wall, his thigh wedged against your hip — and you couldn't help but feel his hard cock through his jeans. “you would look much better on your knees right now, baby,” he whispers hot against your ear, deliberately rolling his hips to give himself some kind of relief. “will you let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours? please?” you moan at that, quickly glancing around. there hadn't been a soul on the street this whole time, and the narrow alley hid you from any curious eyes. “let’s do this fast,” you mumble, even though your lips are trembling with desire, quickly dropping to your knees and unbuttoning taesan’s jeans. he smirks down at you: “that’s my girl, huh? so eager to suck my cock.” “shut up,” you snap back, but not seriously, more to be a brat, and just as casually he pulls you by your hair toward his crotch as a reminder — your cheek presses against his dick through his jeans as he says: “watch your mouth, babe. i can be pretty rough and you know that.” you open your mouth, finally pulling his jeans down just enough to give yourself access to his dick, and take the tip — still covered by his boxers — between your lips. it was oozing pre-cum even without your help, but now you were sure your spit would leave his underwear completely ruined. “babeee,” he groans softly, pushing his hips forward, pinning you even deeper against the wall. he practically traps you between the wall and himself. “not only ass, but you have the best mouth too.” those words shouldn't have turned you on so much, but they did, and now you were ready to do anything to get even more praise.
your trembling palms finally pull his boxers down to his thighs — just enough for you to comfortably take him in your mouth. taesan’s cock springs free, hitting his stomach. you could never get enough of looking at his dick. even though you wouldn't call any dick "pretty", taesan’s was the absolute exception for you. not on the longest side, but so thick you could choke on it, with prominent veins and a matching red head. you were ready to stay on your knees all day if he just asked.
finally, you take his dick into your mouth all at once, without any warm-up — trying to swallow him down to the balls, immediately coughing as soon as he hits the back of your throat. taesan cups your head with both hands, saying with mocking pity: “oh, is it too heavy for you, my sweet baby? let me do all the work then? just open your mouth nice and wide and don’t use your teeth.” and once again you unconditionally obey. taesan thrusts forward once, slowly pushing his dick all the way down your throat, and when you instinctively swallow, he lets out a drawn-out groan. taesan holds your head gently yet firmly in place as he begins to literally fuck your mouth. “just like that, just take it like a good girl,” spilled from his lips as your throat constricted so good around his cock. it didn't take long for taesan’s rhythm to become sloppy and uncoordinated.
“ahh, y/n, baby, my pretty baby— ah, i’m gonna come down your throat.” hearing that, you start moving your head and meeting every single one of taesan’s thrusts, driving him to the edge even faster. “fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, i’m coming—” with a few final harsh thrusts his body freezes before trembling in spasms, spilling heavily into your mouth. there was so much cum you had to swallow while he was still coming just so you wouldn't choke. when you realize you can't take any more, you slap his thigh — and taesan immediately pulls back, still coming down from his high, a few stray drops of semen staining your chin. he drops to his knees beside you as you cough, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you against his broad chest in a tight, deeply possessive embrace. “you did so well, babe.” taesan strokes your hair just like he did when you were crying into his shoulder. and that gesture was... nothing like what usually happened between you.
you try to steady your breathing as taesan gently — far too tenderly for him — lifts your head by your chin again, making you look into his eyes before leaving a peck on your lips. “you’re not mad with me, right? i just needed to remind you who you belong to, babe.” he speaks with mock innocence, pulling you up by your armpits to help you stand. “we still need to get to the car, don't you think? though over there, that pretty ass of yours is gonna be the target instead.” taesan wiggles his brows and laughs when you shove his side. “stop it,” you mumble softly while he deals with his zipper. “sorry, sorry,” taesan raises both hands in mock surrender. “but i was not joking about that thing. that you are mine. and only mine, y/n.” he draws out the last words, emphasizing them.
“you’re unbelievable,” you shake your head, letting out a soft breath. taesan offers you his hand before walking toward the car, lacing his fingers with yours. you give up. you were just so tired of fighting these feelings. these toxic, bittersweet, yet oh so familiar feelings. even they felt like home now. sitting in his car and letting him pull you into a sweet, lingering kiss, you realize it once again. it wasn't just these feelings that were your home. it wasn't about them, it was about him. taesan. he is — your home.
Can you do a taesan fic where he comes home frustrated because of work but once he sees reader in a cute bunny costume she thought would be funny to wear ,he goes insane and fucks her relentlessly maybe breeding and daddy kink aswell? Sorry if this was long lol
first time writing for taesan... hope you like it >////<
the front door didn't just open—it practically rattled on its hinges when taesan kicked it shut behind him. the heavy thud of his gym bag hitting the entryway floor told you everything you needed to know before he even stepped into the hallway. he’d been stuck at the studio for fourteen hours straight, dealing with overlapping schedules, tracking errors, and the kind of mind-numbing work frustration that always left him completely wired and tense.
you were sitting on the living room couch, but you weren't wearing your usual oversized sweatpants.
instead, you were wearing a ridiculously tight, black satin bunny bodysuit—complete with a fluffy white tail pinned to your lower back and a pair of tall, slightly lopsided velvet ears headband resting in your hair. you’d bought it on a whim online, thinking it would be hilarious to catch him off guard and make him laugh after such a brutal week.
but the second taesan walked into the living room and his eyes landed on you, nobody was laughing.
he froze in the archway, his fingers still wrapped around the collar of his leather jacket. his jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle tick under his skin. those sharp, cat-like eyes of his ran down the exposed line of your throat, over the tight satin crushing your chest, down to your bare thighs resting against the couch cushions. the exhausted, frustrated slump in his broad shoulders instantly vanished, replaced by a dark, dangerous posture that made your heart skip a beat.
"taesan?" you murmured, suddenly feeling a little breathless under that heavy, unblinking stare. you reached up, your fingers nervously touching one of the velvet ears. "i... i thought it would be funny. you looked so stressed on the phone—"
"funny?" taesan repeated, his voice dropping into a register so low and gravelly it sent a sharp shiver straight down your spine.
he didn't even take off his jacket. he walked over to you slow, his heavy boots making deliberate thuds on the floor until he was towering right over the couch. he reached out, his big hand grabbing the velvet headband and ripping it off your head, tossing it onto the floor without taking his eyes off your face.
"you think it's funny to sit here dressed like a little pet while i'm out of my mind?" he asked, his hand instantly dropping from your hair to catch your jaw. his thumb pressed hard against your chin, forcing your face up. his eyes were completely dark, the pupils blown wide with a sudden, unhinged hunger. "i've had the worst fucking day of my life, and i come home to my girl looking like an absolute slut on my couch."
"t-taesan, wait—" you gasped, your hands flying up to grip his wrists as he leaned his entire body weight over you, pinning you back into the cushions.
"don't tell me to wait" he growled, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip before he bit down just hard enough to make you whine. "you dressed up like a good little bunny for me, didn't you? you wanted daddy's attention so bad? well, you have it. all of it."
he didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. taesan hooked his fingers into the narrow leg opening of the satin bodysuit, his large hand sliding roughly past the fabric to find you completely bare and already slick under his knuckles. a loud, satisfied hiss left his nose when he felt how wet you were just from him looking at you.
"fuck, look at you" he groaned against your neck, his fingers instantly pushing deep inside you without any hesitation. "already dripping for me. you knew exactly what this would do to me, didn't you?"
"no— i didn't— ah! taesan, please—" you cried out, your hips jerking off the couch as his pace instantly became fast and punishing. he wasn't being gentle; all the raw, coiled-up tension from his day was bleeding directly into his hands, his fingers driving into you relentless and deep.
"shut up and take it" he commanded, his voice raspy and dominant right in your ear. "wrap your legs around daddy's waist. do it right now."
trembling, you lifted your thighs, locking your ankles behind his back. the angle let him get even deeper, his thumb grinding hard against your center with every heavy thrust of his fingers until you were sobbing into his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by how fast the friction was building.
but taesan was already done waiting. he pulled his fingers out with a wet click, ignoring your whimpers of protest as he stood up just enough to rip his belt open. the metallic rasp of his zipper sounded deafening in the quiet room. he didn't even bother taking his pants all the way off; he just shoved them down his thighs, his large, heavy length pressing blunt and unyielding against your dripping opening.
"look at me" he ordered, his fingers digging into your hips so hard they were going to leave bruises shaped like his hands. "i'm gonna put a baby in you tonight. you hear me? gonna fill this little bunny up until you're carrying my kid."
"taesan— wait, we don't have—"
"i don't care" he growled, completely unhinged now. "i want to breed you. i want everyone at work to look at me tomorrow and have no idea that my girl is at home full of my cum. say 'yes, daddy.' say you want it."
"yes— yes, daddy, please—" you sobbed, completely broken by the sheer intensity of his gaze.
that was all he needed. taesan slammed into you in one single, heavy motion, burying himself to the hilt. a sharp, ragged scream tore from your throat, your fingers clawing at the leather of his jacket as he instantly started pounding into you. the rhythm was brutal, raw, and completely relentless, his heavy hips crashing against yours with a force that made the entire couch slide back an inch.
he was completely relentless, taking all his frustration out on your body, but the dirty talk never stopped. "fuck, you're so tight... taking daddy's cock so well... such a good girl for me..."
you were a total mess underneath him, your vision blurring with tears as your climax hit you like a wave, your walls clamping down around him so hard he let out a loud, guttural groan. taesan didn't stop, pushing through your release, his thrusts getting deeper and harder until he buried himself as far as he could go, his entire body going rigid as he came deep inside you.
he groaned loudly into your neck, his hips stuttering as he pumped every single drop into you, holding you so tight against him you could barely breathe.
afterward, he didn't pull out. he collapsed over you, his heavy chest heaving against yours, his hands still securely gripping your waist to keep you pinned down. he began kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, his lips soft now but his grip still completely possessive.
"you're mine" taesan whispered, his voice still thick and ruined from the heat. his hand slid down to rest flat against your stomach, his fingers spreading wide over your skin. "all full of daddy's cum. don't you dare move. you're keeping every bit of it inside you tonight."
synopsis: asking your roommate to show you why the girls he brings home are always so damn loud... what could possibly go wrong?
genres: fluff, romcom, kinda fwb
warnings: nsfw (minors dni), pet names, makeouts, fingering
wc: ~2.1K
my note: actually it was supposed to be a simple answer to an ask but it came out as a pretty good drabble heh 😼 enjoy guys and lemme know your thoughts !!
there were only two major inconveniences when it came to living with taesan as your roommate. first — the girls he brought home were always so, so loud. either he was just that good, or their damn vocal cords were tuned to a completely different range of decibels.
either way, you could never sleep, forced to listen to their filthy moans. not that you were jealous of them (you were). the second one was that none of your damn hookups could ever finger you the way you wanted. one of them was convinced he'd found your clit within the first couple of seconds (he was rubbing the side of your labia), another thought shoving two fingers inside you without any prep was a brilliant idea. well, taesan couldn't really blame you when you literally threw those guys out of your room. okay, maybe that wasn't exactly taesan's problem, but it still pissed you off, especially when it reminded you of those satisfied girls leaving your roommate's room looking like they'd just been blessed or something. (though they never came back, because it was one of taesan's rules. one-night stands were supposed to stay that way.) you just wanted to know what all the hype was about. you preferred not to think about your little crush on taesan
so maybe your miserable little heart should've just said no when taesan came home after his evening classes with three bottles of soju and suggested you drink together in your shared living room with some random movie playing in the background. because right now, your drunk, loose tongue was spilling complete nonsense, and you hadn't even finished two bottles yet. the last thing you remembered saying before something in taesan's eyes completely changed was, "no, i just... ah, don't get it! are your fingers really that good, or do the girls you pick just love screaming their souls out?" "u sound so jealous, y/n," taesan laughed, but there wasn't a hint of mockery in his voice. only genuine amusement at the whole situation. his eyes lingered on you longer than before, like he was only now really seeing you. from your slightly hazy, alcohol-clouded eyes to your glossy lips. (was that from the drops of soju, or because you'd started licking them so often after getting drunk?) against his better judgment, his gaze drifted lower. the collar of your oversized t-shirt had slipped off one shoulder just enough for him to catch the curve of your collarbone. he tried to be respectful, tried to look away, but when you looked at him like you wanted the answer to your own question more than anything, taesan couldn't help himself. "i'm not!" your cheeks burned, but the alcohol buzzing through your veins made you almost ready to admit that taesan was actually right. "just... curious. a little."
"want me to show you why they're always so loud whenever they're in my room?" taesan's whole demeanor shifted in an instant. the light, easygoing roommate vibe was replaced by something heavier, hanging between you in all the words neither of you had said out loud. he leaned in until you instinctively found yourself pressing back against the armrest of the couch. one of his hands came to rest on it behind you, making it feel almost like a cage. almost. because you knew you could always say "no" if you wanted to. physically, nothing was stopping you. but emotionally... you'd walked into this trap a long time ago, giving yourself up to it willingly. so you didn't pull away. instead, you looked at your roommate differently. his pupils were blown wide, whether from the alcohol or from how much he clearly liked what he saw in front of him (you), you couldn't tell. his hand tightened slightly against the leather couch beneath his palm, like he was already forcing himself to hold back. "want me to make you scream like that too?" with every second, taesan's face moved a little closer. your heartbeat quickened, your breathing grew heavier, until his next words were spoken so close they barely left the space between your lips. "no... i'll do even better, just for you." and that was the moment your own restraint snapped. you leaned in just a little, and it was enough for your lips to meet for the first time.
he was on top of you almost immediately, the warmth of his body completely surrounding yours, making all the tension pool between your legs. the sober part of your mind knew exactly where this was going, and you couldn't have been happier with how things had turned out. "so that's why you kicked all those guys out of your room after ten minutes?" taesan's voice was low, almost a growl, as one of his hands gently brushed along your cheek. he'd only pulled away long enough to say it, a thin string of saliva still connecting your lips. "they couldn't make you feel good the way you wanted, darling? my poor little girl." something about the way taesan said those words made your mind go blank. the way his fingers caressed your cheek so softly while talking about all those guys who'd tried to please you... that definitely did something to you. "they're all just cowards," you murmured between kisses, pulling back just enough to catch your breath. taesan's hand slowly slid lower, tracing the line of your neck. with one finger, he caught the stretched collar of your oversized t-shirt and gently pulled it aside before pressing his warm lips against your shoulder, kissing it softly, then grazing it lightly with his teeth. "i know, i know, sweetheart." his other hand stroked your side in a slow, soothing motion before settling at your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. "let me show you how you deserve to be treated, okay? let me worship you like the princess you are?"
you nodded impatiently, and he didn’t need any other permission. taesan, still stroking your cheek with one hand, left a soft kiss on your forehead while his other hand glided down from your waist to your hip. he started tracing slow circles on your skin, gently moving closer to your inner thigh. you let out a heavy breath into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to capture your bottom lip with his own, sucking on it softly, which drew an impatient whine from you. “so eager, huh? i wanted to take my time with you, not like those stupid guys.” but you felt only one desire — to feel his long fingers entering your already completely wet pussy. you couldn't remember the last time you wanted something sexually this bad. “please,” you looked up at him with begging eyes, and it was like something inside him snapped. taesan momentarily cupped your heat through your loungewear shorts, and you arched your lower back to meet him. he rubbed the inner side of his wrist up and down against your crotch a few times before pulling off your shorts to finally touch you with his middle finger almost directly — only your thin underwear stood between you two. taesan’s finger glided up and down your slit, making your panties get wetter and wetter. of course, he felt it too and smirked, leaving another peck on your cheek. “actually, i was about to show you how exactly to make a girl wet, but you’re already soaked, y/n.” you whimpered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he gently turned your head back by your chin. “don’t hide from me, pretty. how else am i supposed to know if i’m doing good for you?”
with those words, he pressed his finger right against your hole, pushing lightly. you were so wet that your panties immediately stuck uncomfortably to your crotch, but that didn't stop taesan. he was gently making thrusting motions with his finger through the fabric, as if intending to slip inside you, but of course he didn't. by the time he finally touched your clit, your legs instinctively tried to snap shut from the overwhelming sensation, but taesan didn't let that happen. he firmly held your knee with his hand, and to keep you from doing it again, he simply settled himself between your legs. he started moving softly, barely touching you, but fast, and this gentle stimulation was driving you crazy. up and down, a second's pause, in circles, and over again. you were already about to whine from pleasure, and taesan hadn't even slipped his fingers inside you yet. with every passing second he added more pressure to your clit, while his ring finger kept making those thrusting motions near your hole, and it was so attentive, so gentle, yet so merciless that it didn't leave you a single chance to hold back the moans spilling out of you.
“can i?” he looked at you once more, gently taking hold of the waistband of your panties to make sure you were still on board. “please— give it to me, please, wanna feel your fingers inside,” you mumbled so incoherently, but taesan seemed to understand you anyway. he chuckled softly, “a lady’s wish is my command,” and pulled down your underwear, finally touching your aching pussy directly. he gathered your slick with his fingers, which there was so much of already that it had even dripped down to your anal hole. he brought his finger back up and started making those same thrusting motions like he did through your underwear, but now intentionally, his finger sliding deeper and deeper inside you with every push. but taesan did it so gently that you didn't even notice the penetration itself — just intense, burning pleasure growing stronger with every passing second.
you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into another kiss, which he eagerly returned. tongue traced your lips before slipping into your mouth and touching yours. spit dripped down your chins, but neither of you cared. “i think i’m c-close tae— i’m so close, fuck,” you whispered, and the last word dissolved into a drawn-out moan as he finally buried his finger all the way inside you, curling it just right and rubbing that sensitive spot. he wasn't fucking you with that finger — taesan was intentionally stimulating you from inside, bringing his thumb onto your clit with those same soft movements, seemingly wanting to drive you completely insane. “so fast?” he sounded almost disappointed, but in reality he was just so captivated by every tiny change in your expression that he wanted to stretch out this pleasure for you as long as possible. “you’re not even gonna let me add another finger, are you?” taesan smirked without stopping the dual stimulation, adding his ring finger to the middle one already inside you. in that moment, you just couldn't hold back — the orgasm hit you like a wave, tearing through your whole body. taesan gently pulled his fingers out, but he didn't stop moving over your clit. he just did it softer though — with every wave rippling through you, taesan’s pressure with his thumb grew lighter, feathery soft, and when the final pulse passed through you — just before the pleasure could turn into uncomfortable overstimulation — he pulled his hand away at the exact right moment, placing it on your thigh instead to stroke it gently. you weren't expecting any special aftercare or anything, so your eyes widened in surprise when taesan, looking down at you breathing heavily, started showering your face with soft pecks. forehead, temple, cheeks, nose, and of course, your lips. you giggled from the ticklish feeling and playfully hit his chest.
“so? what is my score?” “shut up taesan.” you stretched your arms over your head, satisfyingly stretching out. the alcohol had already worn off, but you didn't care that you were still half bare. “language, y/n!” taesan giggled and smacked your ass, making you practically jump as he started tickling you in retaliation. “fine, fine!!” you tried to wriggle out, but he held you tight. “u’re definitely better than that bunch of guys, you already know that!” only then did he take his hands off you, stroking your head gently again instead. “it wasn’t that hard, was it?” “but you need to take responsibility now, man. i don’t think i’ll be able to come like this ever again with anyone else.” you said that mostly as a joke, but taesan replied seriously, “of course, y/n. i better be making only you cum over and over again, you know. plus, there are way funnier ways to force an orgasm out of you. let’s try them next time, shall we?” he meaningfully glanced down to where his jeans were pulled tight around an impressive hard-on. “you’re trying to kill me for real.” you suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment rush over you, hiding your face in your hands. “you’re flattering me,” taesan smirked and left another kiss over your covered hands before pulling them away from your face. “let’s get you cleaned up and then we finish that silly movie, how does that sound?”
