Wishful Thinking | Yun Tae-Geom
꩜ pairing: Yun Tae-Geom x reader / Im Baek-Jeong x reader
꩜ genre: smut
꩜ word count: 2.1k
꩜ summary: If you were his, but you will never be.
꩜ warnings: Reader is Baek-Jeong’s girl, Tae-Geom is a lil perv, Voyeurism, Tae-Geom is lowkey a cuck, self gratification, we’re immediately starting off with some x-rated stuff so be ready, oral (m receiving), semi-outside sex, vulgar language, porn with a little plot, yearning
꩜ A/N: I don’t know what demon took over me here and I’d like to apologize for my crude words. Shame! Shame! Shame!
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Your moans were loud and full of pleasure. You called out his name, called out, “Oh, god!” and, “Please, harder!”
The image of you, naked and falling apart from the pleasure he gave you, bouncing on top of his throbbing cock, almost made him cum right then and there.
Thrusts of his hips, up into you, caused you delight, your screams only getting louder and more desperate.
You were so close. He could tell.
And so was he.
He went faster, harder, with more vigor. Until finally, that last high-pitched, loud and satisfied sigh rushed out of your lungs. He knew you so well, he could tell just from that, that you’d just cum.
You rode out your orgasm, calling out, “Baek-Jeong!”
You’d done such a job well done, moaning so prettily, that he eagerly wanted to reward you with his load.
Three quick strokes up and down were all it took for him to shudder hard, and he came – into his hands.
With a quiet groan, Tae-Geom leaned back into his headboard.
He reached to his bedside table to grab a tissue, wiped his hand and his dick clean from his cum and, after crumbling it up into a ball, he threw it into the bin.
On the other side of the wall, after you came so loudly, there wasn’t much noise to be heard anymore.
Tae-Geom could only imagine what was happening. Baek-Jeong probably didn’t even help you clean his semen up, put his underwear back on and left your hotel room to sleep in his own bed. Which made you lay in your bed all alone, weak after the sex, but still needing to wash up on your own before heading to sleep as well.
How Tae-Geom wished he could be on the other side of that wall. If he were with you, he’d praise you for doing so good, being so sexy. Afterwards, he’d bring you a washcloth, or even carry you into the bathroom to wash up together in the shower.
There, he could caress your curves one more time, lather your skin with soap and leisurely kiss you underneath the warm shower rain.
When you would be all cleaned up, he would carry you back to bed, which sheets he’d have changed while you were putting clothes on in the bathroom. Together with you, he would hide under the covers and whisper sweet nothings to you.
He yearned to place kisses on your skin, rinse his fingers through your hair and look into your eyes before sleep took him.
In the morning, your face would be the first thing he sees, and he’d reach his hand out to pull you back into him. He would kiss you deeply, regardless of your fear of having bad breath after sleeping.
If Tae-Geom’s life had a soundtrack, this is where the vinyl stop sound effect would interrupt his imagination to roughly bring him back to his reality.
He groaned, lifted his hand to drop it onto his face and rub it down across it.
He woke up alone in his own room, just as he always did. Because you weren’t his to love, fuck, caress or care for.
You were Baek-Jeong’s girl.
Untouchable. If he even dared as much as to touch you without permission, he’d lose his hand – at the least.
Tae-Geom slowly sat up in bed and started getting ready for the day.
in the other hotel room, he could hear your hair dryer faintly, indicating that you were also getting ready.
In his delusions, he liked to pretend that the two of you were sharing a routine in the mornings. If you were in his bathroom drying and styling your hair, he would walk around the corner and see you there.
Instead, reality hit once again, that you weren’t here with him, when he walked into his empty bathroom.
He hopped in the shower and let the ice cold water spray directly in his face, to make his head quiet down from these images.
About half an hour later, he was dressed and ready to go.
Tae-Geom opened his room’s door and – just like every morning – he peered into your room’s direction.
On time, just as always, your door flew open and your beautiful face looked his way. You smiled widely at him, like you always did, and waved him hello.
“Morning, Geom!” You chimed, using the nickname you gave him not long after you met him for the first time, after Baek-Jeong started bringing you to his fights.
Back then, Baek-Jeong was still a little nicer to you, though definitely not nice like how any normal person would be. Just, Baek-Jeong-Nice. Like, the level of niceness that he was able to reach before hurling in your face. The Boxer really wasn’t able to be a decent human being at all.
But maybe that was his appeal to you, since you were still with him. Tae-Geom would never understand you, in regards to that.
A beautiful young woman, so full of life and joy. You had so much love to give. And you wasted it all on such an asshole.
His thoughts caused a frown to form on his face. In result, Tae-Geom couldn’t get himself to greet you normally. A curt nod to acknowledge you was all he managed, before making his way to Baek-Jeong's penthouse one floor above the one you and Tae-Geom lived on.
Unfortunately – or fortunately? – the two of you almost always had the same schedule, so you also made your way up there.
In the elevator, you turned your whole body to Tae-Geom.
Oh how he would like to turn to you as well, grab your face in his hands, kiss you deeply and pin you against the mirrored walls.
You’d moan into his mouth, grab at his shoulders, while he’d lift one of your legs up. This would cause your skirt to ride up, reveal your underwear to him and allow for a much closer contact from his bulge to your groin.
He’d press himself against you, tell you, “I want you so bad.”
You’d be so eager for him to take you then and there, that you would press the stop button for more time in the elevator.
With urgency Tae-Geom would push your panties to the side, lay his fingers onto your pussylips to spread them for him, rub you roughly to make you wet and ready to take him.
“Geom, please just hurry up and put it in”, your whine would stir his cock in his pants.
Zipper undone, his pants dropped to the floor and he’d bury his whole length in your hole. Vigorously, his hips pushed into yours, you held onto the metal railing of the elevator and threw your head back.
Your newly revealed neck was free real estate for his kisses, bites, his tongue gliding over your skin. He’d suck it into his teeth, marking you as his.
It wouldn’t take long for him to cum inside you. And with his dick still in, he’d rub your clit to make your pussy walls clasp around him when you finally come undone.
When he’d pull out his cock, you’d whine at the loss of his girth and the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of your hole and gliding towards your upper thighs. Before it’d reach there, Tae-Geom would slip your panties back into place and place his whole hand over you, to engulf your pussy in his palm.
“Keep me in there. I want you to reek of me in front of everyone. They all should know who you belong to”, Tae-Geom would say to you without breaking eye contact.
Eager to be good, you’d nod at him and squeeze your thighs with his hand still between them. Before pressing the button to start the elevator back up, he would pull his hand back, help you adjust your skirt and hair back to normal and turn back to the doors in front of him.
“–love to meet her again, I had so much fun.” Your voice tuned back into his realm, when his daydream faded from his head.
He turned his head to you, you seemed excited about the topic he clearly missed out on. But the context clues in your last sentence, that he thankfully heard again, got him back up to speed.
You asked him about meeting Min-A, his daughter, again. Due to a fight that was organized near where she lived with his mother, Baek-Jeong allowed Tae-Geom a quick visit to his family.
When you heard about that, you begged to come along, to meet Min-A.
There, you played with his daughter. He watched this with a sunken stomach. The picture of his daughter, giggling so happily with the woman he yearned for, didn’t fill him with happiness – he was full of sorrow.
Because it’d never be real. His daughter would never call you her mother, she’d always know you as the girlfriend of her father’s boss.
But a sick part of himself still enjoyed seeing you put so much effort into making Min-A smile.
“Ah…”, he stalled. “Sure, if we’re ever around again.” He cleared his throat with a rasp. “I’ll take you with me.”
His words made you smile widely and clap into your hands excitedly once with a small bounce in the air.
So cute.
After his daydream, Tae-Geom couldn’t focus much on any of the conversations that happened around him throughout the day.
All he could think of was you. The way you smelled, laughed, your voice when you talked to him.
Your moans.
He’d die to just once hear you moan his name, instead of Baek-Jeong’s.
Back in his room, late at night, he heard a knock on your door. He knew who it was before he heard your happy voice announce it. Because it was the same every night.
Baek-Jeong’s deeper register couldn’t be heard as well as your sweeter voice. But Tae-Geom didn’t need to hear anything, to know what’s going to happen.
It didn’t take long before your bed creaked with the weight of two bodies laying down, and slowly, your moans picked up in volume again.
Tae-Geom sighed as his dick twitched with arousal at the sound of you.
He’d love to have you in between his thighs, opening his zipper with your teeth, as you wiggle your ass in the air behind you.
Your sweet face drowsy with arousal as you lick along his shaft and take his dick into your mouth.
Tae-Geom lifted his hand and placed it onto the back of your head, grabbing your hair close to your scalp, to push you down and hear you choke on his cock.
Your drool would run down onto his balls, brimming full with cum, which he wanted to unload all onto your face, your tits, ass, stomach, all across your well-fucked pussy – inside you.
He’d pull you up, fully off of his cock, to see your face. Tears running down across your cheeks, drool hanging off your chin. The image is slutty, and he’d tell you how good you were at sucking him dry.
Before waiting for your answer, he’d push you back down. You’d lick across his tip before he pressed your face all the way down against his stomach, tip reaching into your throat. Again and again, he’d move your head for you. Once or twice, he’d hold you down, just until your throat squeezed around his cock and you gagged around it.
The wet noises, your slurping and the sound of you repeatedly moaning with his whole cock in your mouth made him groan and moan as well – he couldn’t wait to pump his cum onto your face.
As Tae-Geom pushed out a guttural groan, his hand continued to move up and down quickly.
For a second, his mind slips out of the imagined reality and he squeezed his dick in his own hand to simulate what your throat closing around it would feel like.
It only needed another tug and a thumb swirling across his tip, before his cum sprayed out with a shaky moan from his lips.
Tae-Geom rubbed up and down slowly, to ride out his high and spritz out all his cum while he listened to you, also just finished, moaning senselessly loud.
On the next day, Tae-Geom leaves his room and just like always, you do so at the same time. He turned his head to see you smile, just like every day.
“Geom! G’Morning!”
This was his own, personal, hell.
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