workaholic
pairing : workaholic bf!taegyun x helper gf!reader
genre : comfort(?) smut
warning : bj!!!
note : yall i haven’t written in like over a month km. anyways onepact concert ahahah and i cant go life is great yall… life is great hahaha…totally not bawling my eyes out right now haha… + had no clue how to end this LACK OF PROOF READING
word count : 1.4K
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The soft click of keyboards filled the air as you groaned. Dangling your feet over the hard couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media apps, jumping from the same few every few minutes.
The soft hums of your boyfriend pulled your attention back to the room, strays of papers littered the floor, some scratched off, others with scrambles of words and incoherent lines. Headphones half on, knees jumping as he chews his bottom lip, staring at the split screen of lines and lyrics.
The clock read 2 AM as you sighed. He hasn't moved in the past few hours.
You shift your position on the couch, sitting up while hugging a pillow, watching your boyfriend as a white hue emits on his face.
“Tag”, you call softly, no response.
“Taegyun,” you call again, standing up while making your way to him.
You feel his muscles tense when you rest your hands on his shoulders, finally getting his attention as he takes the headset off, turning to face you.
“What's up?”, planting a soft kiss on the backside of your hand as you sigh, face twisted with disapproval.
“I called you a few times.”
The side of his lips twitched, showing off a small grin followed by an awkward chuckle,
“Shit, I've been busy,” he tells you, resting back on his headrest, looking up to you with a smile.
“Sorry”
You hum, not sure if you really accept his apology, still resting your hand underneath his jaw, tilting his head to kiss him.
“You're always busy…” Your words melted into the kiss, sinking into an ach deep set in his heart, an uneasy tension growing in his stomach when you pulled away with a tired gaze.
Your lips pursed as you trace his features, thumb circles his cheek to his chin, pulling his bottom lip down a bit.
“You need to rest,” you tell him softly as he closes his eyes, swallowing roughly while resting against your touch.
“Once im done..”
“Tag…” your voice draws flat as you turn his chair around so he is facing you.
He watches as you move on his lap, hands resting on your sides. You place yours on his shoulders, moving closer to him until your nose faintly brushes against his, your hands moving to cup his face.
“You’ll be okay if you don’t finish it now.” Placing a soft kiss against his forehead, feeling him relax against you, the grounding feeling of fingers pressing into your sides to keep you close.
He lets out a shaky breath, leaning into you, resting his forehead against your shoulder as your fingers run loops in his blonde strands. Placing soft butterfly kisses against his skin, closing the space between you two.
“I have to get it done,” he mutters, his words muffling against your skin as he tightens his hold on you.
“No one is going to kill you if you take a break,” you whisper against him, kissing the skin beneath his ear as your fingers tangle into his hair with soft tugs.
“You’ve done so much. You’ve accomplished so much for yourself and everyone around you, alright? You’re doing more than enough, you're okay. You don’t need to do it all tonight.”
He pulls back from your grasp, fingers firmly holding you against him as he stares at you, a gaze drowning in a slow ache of exhaustion and despair, with an underlying tone of stubbornness that makes your tongue click.
“Rest,” you tell him, pressing a warm kiss against his lips.
“But-” “Rest,” you tell him, kissing down his neck.
Your arms follow, running down his chest as you sink onto the floor beneath him, hands sliding down to the waistbands of his sweats, resting against his thigh.
“Please?”
You watch the apple of his neck bob slowly as he swallows the thick layer of sweat, leaning back into his chair while a hand reaches down to brush your hair back.
You reach for his hand, removing it from your hair, bringing it to your lips to kiss the inner side of his palm, “Please? Let me help you at least.”
He chews on his bottom lip, rubbing his face while you hold his other hand, “Fuck…im gonna get in trouble for this,” he whispers as you smile, letting go of his palm, returning to his waist.
“It will be quick, I promise.” Pressing a kiss against his waist around the inked marks as your fingers dance around the hem of the waistband, threatening to pull it down as he groans in frustration.
“Stop teasing.”
You giggle softly, happy to see this side of your boyfriend again, as he helps you take off his sweats, groaning at the cool feeling of the air hitting his puffy tip.
You chuckle, finger tracing his length, pumping it a few times as he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head back against his chair.
You watch the wetness of his tip drip down his length as you rub the sensitive area, spreading it around his length.
You smile, watching your boyfriend as his fingers curl into fists, chewing the inside of his cheek, unable to look at you.
You giggle softly, pressing a kiss against him, spreading the milky mixture around your lips, licking the tip in short strides. A soft moan of relief leaves his lips as he hisses at the feeling, bringing a hand up to his mouth.
Smiling, you kiss down his length, fingers tightening around the base with short pumps. Licking down as you further wet the area, taking him in as you groan against his length, lips tightening around him.
Cursing, he bucks his hips up, further hitting it down your throat as you move down his length.
“Fuck…” you look up as you meet his eyes, tracing your the way your lips fit around him, how sweetly you rest below him, taking him entirely. He moans softly as you suck lightly, drool forming below his length, wetting along his vein as his hand reaches to tangle into your hair, pulling you closer as you whine.
He hisses as tears pricked your eyes as you move against his length, his hand pushing you back down, softly thrusting up into you.
You groan against his length, feeling tears roll down your cheek as he moans at the sight.
“Fuck went all day without this…” biting down on his lip, thrusting into your mouth, his own falling agape with streams of moans as he hits the back of your throat, making you cry against him, your eyes fluttering shut as he curses, feeling your throat contract around him.
“Fuck, baby, look at me, fuck please, im so..” letting out a strangled moan as you look at him with wet lashes, eyes glossy with tears streaming down your cheeks, dripping against your skin as he lets out a shaky breath, feeling himself twitch against your warm mouth.
“Shit,” he hisses, fingers tightening around your hair as he forces your head down, nails clawing into his thighs as your eyes roll back, feeling the back of your throat painted warm with thick ropes.
His eyes shut close with curses, moaning your name while catching his breath in short, static gasps. His fingers tightly entangle in your hair as you swallow what you can, making him jerk against the chair, accidentally pushing himself further down as you let out a breath.
“Shit, sorry baby,” he groans, pulling out slowly as your nails dig further into his thigh, stabilizing yourself as white stream down the corner of your lips down your chin. Your lips form into a pout as you try to swallow the remaining mix in your mouth, making him chuckle.
You catch your breath, staring at him with a small smile as he wipes the corner of your lips, bringing his thumb to your lips for you to clean. He sighs in relief, taking his finger out with a pop as you rest against his thigh, tired.
He clicks his tongue, hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at you, “Sorry, baby, but you offered.”
You chuckle softly, closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead, pulling you up into his lap, letting you rest your head against his chest.
“Thank you”
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