#taeil blurbs

[yunopouts]

02:17 am - nct 127

-> taeil x gf! reader (suggestive content)

-> crack, suggestive

-> w: making out, cursing, the members and reader are very drunk (alcohol consumption), injury (reader hits her head)

-> a/n: a blurb for while you wait for come on mess me up! also please drink responsibly— no matter if you’re drinking with people you trust, like your friends or family, or on your own. I am so sorry i have nothing better to do with my life since my exams are over-

“You guys…” you mumbled, one hand sliding over your chest. “You guys, I think I have three tits.” Johnny looked over at you, a dazed look on his face. His mouth was hanging open slightly but he gave no response to your sudden discovery.

“Ha! I doubt it.” Haechan snorted, staring down at his phone, tapping away at the game on his screen.

“Imagine the power of three boobs.” Taeyong muttered from beside you.

“Imagine the power of four.” Jungwoo said. “Fuck those all day.” He mumbled, turning on his side and shutting his eyes.

“You guys, I really think I have three boobs.” You moaned, tears welling up in your eyes. “Where did it come from?”

“Your boobies fell in love and had a baby booby… duh.” Yuta said. “Dude, why are you crying? I literally just told you a love story.” The older boy turned his head to the left, where a boy had his head in the palms of his hands, sobbing softly.

“Cause she’s crying.” Mark sniffled.

The whines and sobs coming from the two of you only grew louder as you heard one another cry.

“Where is my boyfriend?” You thrashed around on the floor.

“Someone get her her boyfriend!” Mark screeched, tears streaming down his face.

“What is going on?” Taeil’s voice entered the room. Seeing as he had just got home, Taeil turned to Doyoung, who is normally the sober one, but today he just slurred his words and fell into Johnny’s lap.

With a gasp, you scrambled up from the floor and risked getting carpet burn as you quickly dragged your bare feet to get to the man standing in the doorway.

“Babe,” you grabbed his wrist and put it to your chest. “I have to tell you something.”

“Why are you crying?” He asked you, putting his free hand on your tear stained cheek. “Why is she crying?”

“Your girlfriend has three titties!” Jaehyun yelled, holding a glass bottle in the air, a gold liquid sloshing around at the bottom.

Taeil let out a noise of confusion and looked back to you, who was nodding.

“It’s true.” You said. “I-it’s right here a-and it’s hard— see look!” You pressed the man’s hand harder into your chest.

You were right, there was something hard in the valley of your breasts, but Taeil didn’t think it was a third boob. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“It’s okay baby, but can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, of course.” You gripped on to his hand tightly. Taeil smiled and squeezed back softly.

The man leaned in and whispered, “Can I touch you?” You gasped lightly, pulling away only to giggle, your face scrunching up.

“Not in front of your friends.” A sheepish smile graced your lips and you smacked him in the chest lightly. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Taeil took a deep breath and let it go, keeping quiet as he followed you down the hall.

As soon as the door shut, your lips crashed on to Taeil’s, messily tasting him. With your back against the wooden door, Taeil moaned into your mouth when he felt your nails dig into his shirt covered back.

You tasted strongly of the strawberry vodka Haechan brought. His lips moved down to your neck, barely even sucking on the skin. One of Taeil’s hands dropped to your ass, playing with the bottom of your skirt, while the other one trailed up your side.

He groped your covered breast but it continued to move.

You gasped at the feeling of his cold fingers against your hot skin, but the sensation didn’t last for long since he pulled out. “Were you, by any chance, playing beer pong?” His breath fanned out on the skin of your neck.

You gasped loudly, eyes wide at the sight of a small orange ball.

“My boob is gone!” You squealed, snatching it out of your boyfriend's grasp.

Running out of the bathroom, you stopped mid stride and turned back, speeding back into the bathroom. Grabbing Taeil’s cheeks, you pressed your lips to his. “Mwah!” You pulled back, grinning at him before stumbling out again.

“You guys! It was a- ow!” There was a loud bang and then a thud. It took Taeil a second before he rushed out to find you on the floor, crying softly.

Taking you in his arms, Taeil held you and hushed your groans of pain, looking up when the door opened, revealing eight boys crowding around the frame.

“It’s not a third boob!” You weakly raised your hand, showing them the ball.

The boys cheered loudly at the discovery.

“No more tri-tits!” They exclaimed.

[hxt1b]

Reservations

Taeil x Reader 

Requested Prompt 30 Stuck in an Elevator 

WC: 727

Genre: Fluff, a little angsty maybe. 

Warning: Suggestive, Swearing

Masterlist 

Prompt List if anyone has any requests please go ahead and send them in, use my prompt list as a reference if you need any help!

 “Well fuck that, and fuck you!” You said aggressively too Taeil. The argument had started with a conversation about how you guys missed your reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city last week, a reservation made many many weeks prior to the date you’d actually get to go to said restaurant. 

Taeil scoffed, “You know just because you’re swearing doesn’t make you right. You wrote down the wrong date.” 

“I did but you made the damn reservation. You should’ve also had the date written down. It is not all my fault.” You were over the conversation. Walking faster than him you made it to the elevator first, angrily pressing the button you waited for the elevator doors to open.

Taeil came and stood next to you, neither of you talking as the ding sounded through the quiet lobby and the elevator doors opened. 

You moved into the elevator first and pushed yourself into the corner, Taeil pressed the number to your floor. The door closed and the elevator began to move up, abruptly stopping only seconds later. You looked at Taeil a shocked expression on your face. 

“It's stuck?” You asked him. Taeil looked around the elevator before nodding and pressed the help button. You zoned out as your boyfriend spoke to the help desk. What if the elevator fell and you both died? The box was so small, were the walls moving in? What if the air ran out? 

Your hand was holding the rail on the wall tightly, your knuckles turning white. You bit the inside of your tongue trying to force yourself to breathe normally. Taeil turned and looked at you as he finished speaking to the women at the help desk. He sighed before he walked over to your side. 

“They’ll get us moving in no time.” He said, his arm brushing yours. You only nodded and kept your eyes glued on the gaudy carpet of the elevator. 

Taeil moved his arm around you and pulled you into his side. 

“Let's talk about something else?” He asked softly, you didn’t reply. 

“How about you tell me how you’re meeting went this morning.” You frowned at his question. A pout taking over your face. 

“I was late, I had the wrong time written down.” Taeil let out a loud laugh at your words. You could feel the blood rushing to your face. 

“Wait, wait. That doesn’t mean that it was my fault we missed the reservation, it just means I’m bad at writing the correct information down and people should understand that!” 

“Okay I understand. I’ll remember that from now on.” Taeil pulled you closer to him, using his other hand to grab your waist and make you face him. 

“Now can my girlfriend please stop being angry with me?” You pouted at him again, but just like that, you were over it. You took in his face, the boyish smile that was lighting up his face as he looked at you. His dark eyes were shining as he looked at you, “Please.” 

He whined and you giggled as he shook you lightly. 

“Okay.” He pressed his lips to yours the moment the word left your mouth. His kisses were intoxicating, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck, hands weaving into his hair as you pulled him into you. In seconds the kiss went from slow and soft to heated and rough, as Taeil spun you both around pressing you back into the wall. His hips ground against yours drawing a soft moan from you. 

Taeil’s hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, he was kissing you like his life depended on it. Your head fell back against the wall as he began to trail open-mouthed kisses down your jaw.  

You both jerked as the elevator began to move again. Taeil bit into the soft skin of your neck, drawing the skin into his mouth you softly moaned his name, your breathing uneven. 

“Baby we’re moving.” You said and gently pulled at his hair. 

He groaned and pressed a kiss to your lips. His eyes were dark as they stared at you, his tone heavy. 

“So we’re in agreement then you messed up the reservation?” The corner of his mouth tilted up into a teasing smirk. You groaned and pushed him aside as the elevator doors opened. 

[hyuckattack]

w a r n i n g s ; sexual content, alcohol consumption, teasing, kitchen sex

☾ 20:09 ☽ you always looked forward to one thing after a long day at work; getting to see your personal chef t a e i l cook your dinner. maybe it was because he always made you your favourite foods…or maybe it was because you two were constantly flirting with each other, always looking but never touching.

but that evening you couldn’t see t a e i l cooking because your employees wanted to take you out for a drink to celebrate the new deal you finalised, making you return to your home a lot later than usual — a little too drunk and very happy to see your chef.

you opened the door to the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen, dropping your things in an instant to go into the room. “t a e i l!” you greeted him happily as you leaned on the counter. “i was wondering when you’d be home, miss,” he snickered as he put your dinner in the oven, “you came home just in time.”

“indeed, i did,” you smirked, jumping onto your counter and spreading your legs, your skirt riding up your thighs and just barely showing off your lace panties. he looked at you and saw how you were sitting and looked away instantly. “miss, i don’t think you should be—” you pulled t a e i l into the space between your legs, his eyes widening at how you wrapped your legs around him.

“is this a new apron?” you ask him, sliding your hands over his chest. “yes, miss,” he grunted, resting his hands on the counter so he wouldn’t touch you — even though he really wanted to. “your dinner should be ready soon—” you bring t a e i l in for a deep kiss, interrupting what he had to say. “i think i’m hungry for something else,” you whisper into his ear, smiling as one of your hands cupped his hardening cock.

“if that’s what you would like,” he said, his voice deeper than ever before as he kissed you, taking control instantly. you were surprised at his actions, thinking that you were in control. but you were wrong. t a e i l immediately pulled your hips closer to his so you could feel how fast he was growing, moaning his name when you felt his fingers on your clothed clit.

he was quick to remove his apron, throwing it onto the floor without a care, ripping your blouse open right afterwards, the buttons flying across the room. “you didn’t mind that, did you miss?” t a e i l asked you tauntingly as he took your panties off, wet with arousal. “and even if you did,” he said as he pulled his pants down low enough just so his thick cock emerged, “i know you can afford a new one.”

you had a tight grip on t a e i l’s shoulders as he began to fuck you hard in your kitchen. you never expected for him to be so riled up after your teasing, but you sure enjoyed it — from the marks he made onto your chest to the way his tip kept hitting at your sweet spot. so, it wasn’t a surprise when you came so soon, followed shortly by t a e i l.

you held on to each other for what felt like hours, breathing each other in before the timer on t a e i l’s phone went off. he removed himself from your walls, tucked himself back into his pants before giving his attention to the food in the oven. he took your dinner out and placed it on the counter far from you. “i guess you won’t be needing dessert after dinner since i already gave you your treat, miss.”

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[slightlymore]

taeil🌙

"Y/N, it's 3 in the morning."

Taeil was standing in the frame of your bedroom door, shoulders wrapped in a blanket and eyes barely open.

"Yes. Go back to sleep," you murmured amused.

"Not without you. Fuck the assignment. Come to sleep."

You sighed and looked down at your computer and papers sprawled on the coffe table in front of you.

"Babe, if you don't take your ass back to bed I will carry you there myself," he warned you and the twinkle in his sleepy eyes made you retreat a little on the floor.

"Moon Taeil, don't you dare-," you started but didn't manage to finish as you suddenly found yourself thrown over his shoulder. Your limbs started to wiggle around as you unsuccessfully tried to free yourself then you yelped once and then started to giggle when you felt his palm hit your ass.

"Bad girl," he murmured before plopping you on the mattress. "I'm going to suffocate you with cuddles."

[dreamiesdotcom]

face to face (wayv) + taeil

Taeil could feel it, the sadness behind your words. You're more hyper than usual, clinging to everyone a little tighter than normal. He could feel it, the grievance behind your jokes. He notices.

He just doesn't know how to bring it up, but he knows he has to — so, with careful steps, he follows you to the kitchen.

"I'll help you carry the drinks, Y/N."

"No, I can do it, Taeil—"

"You don't have to carry things alone," he couldn't help but whisper, not caring about the implications behind it. He said it. He finally did. "I can help you. Your friends are here to help you."

Tears glimmer in your eyes, and if not for the things you're holding, you would've hugged him. At this point you don't even care — you find it so easy to drop these things and just run up to him, but you don't want to worry the others, so you hand him one tray with a sincere smile.

"You have me," he says before he turns around to go back to the living room. With the sweetest smile, Taeil calls your name, repeating his words — "You have me, Y/N. You have us."

[kopikokun]

DAY FIVE: moon taeil.

↳ decorations literally made you fall for taeil.

pairing: resident assistant!moon taeil x reader

contain(s): fluff, college!au, resident assistant!au

word count: 667 words

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— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Christmas is always unusually festive at your university, to the point where you’d perhaps find it a little frightening if you too weren’t mysteriously possessed by the holiday spirit during it. The university always finds a way to hold some large-scale event every year, and you always wonder exactly how they pull it off, given the board can never seem to mend that one flickering lightbulb in the library.

    While Christmas as a whole is a merry month, it is also a primary source of your accumulative stress. Often a thing overlooked, the annual ornate hall is the ripe fruit of you and a select handful of other students’ labour.

    “Hey! Can you help us out over here!” You recognise the voice as Jordan, one of your juniors, calling from the entrance of the hall. He’s perched atop a ladder, right hand holding onto one end of the string lights, while the other is cupped around his mouth. “We need someone to check whether the lights are straight!”

    “Coming!” you answer and jog over, being careful so as not to lose your footing over any of the miscellaneous decorations strewn across the floor.

    This year, the university is conducting a campus wide Christmas themed baking sale in which a majority of the profit will be dedicated to charity. The remainder has been offered as a prize; enticement for student participation. If they honestly think that’ll help mitigate the burden of a student loan off of anybody’s shoulders… well, they’re gravely mistaken. The money barely dents the monstrous sum, but hey, cash is still cash.

    “Thanks, bro,” says Jordan, breathing a sigh of relief. He's infamously known to referring to everyone as ‘bro’. Once, you heard, he’d called one of the lecturers bro on accident. Luckily for him, the lecturer had only laughed and called him ‘bro’ back.

    “No problem,” you smile.

    You’re about to realign yourself to check the position of the lights when someone taps your shoulder from behind. “Hey, can we talk?” It’s Taeil, the resident assistant of your dreams: dark tousled eyes, firm features yet benign pupils framed by copper irises. By the breathlessness of his voice, it’s clear that he had gone through the effort of running over here to tell you whatever it is he intends on saying.

    Though you’re keen on striking conversation with the cute RA, you have more pressing responsibilities to attend to currently. “Hold on just a sec, Taeil, I’ve got to—” As you step back to take in a wider view of the lights, your foot catches onto one of the decorations which you had so dauntlessly tried to evade. You lose your stability, clumsily attempting to untangle yourself, only for you to stumble backwards. You brace for an impending fall.

    Rescue arrives in the form of a large hand on your back, steadying you. Taeil has one palm against the arch of your spine, and the other on your waist, keeping you anchored. Your face grows warm, acutely aware that you haven’t washed your hair in a while.

    You’re on the verge of uttering your thanks when Taeil says to Jordan, “The lights look fine.” He reverts his attention to you. “Can we talk now?”

    You nod stiffly, gathering your composure and righting your stance. “Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.”

    “Great,” he says, curt. He takes a moment to exhale shakily. “I was wondering— No, sorry. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have dinner with me this weekend. I know this is a bit abrupt, but I’ve been mulling it over all week and you always seemed so busy, and I just—” You don’t miss his flushed cheeks and how he fiddles his fingers. “I got nervous. Sorry, you really didn’t need to know that.”

    “Me? Busy?” You smile crookedly. “Look who’s talking. You’re RA, Taeil. And no, don’t apologise. I’m flattered.”

    Taeil swallows his chagrin with a badly concealed frown. “Is… that a no?”

    “No,” you shake your head, smile unwavering, “I’d love to.”

[sunnydhyuk]

♡ 18:50 ♡ your feet hurt as you walk along the boardwalk with taeil — you had been out all day long and now the sun was finally setting. "you're so pretty right now," you coo as you caress his cheek. "you're pretty all the time," he says as he brings you in for a hug.

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[neo-culture-mafia]

[23:18PM] “Taeil?” You answered your phone, feeling a little groggy for being woken up. You were not expecting the underboss of the mafia to call you so late at night during a mission.

“Sorry to bother. I know you’re probably resting for tomorrow’s invasion.” You heard his soothing voice, causing you to hold back a yawn, he really had a soft voice. “Just called to check up on you guys. Are you all okay?”

“Yeah, everyone is resting right now. We gathered a lot of information today, but we’re still struggling to get the house's plan... it's gonna be harder to break in than we imagined.” You explained as you scratched your eyes, trying as hard as you could to keep yourself from sleeping in the middle of the call, which appeared to be harder than tomorrow’s mission when Taeil's angelic voice was involved. “We heard on the streets that this building is not registered in any public institutions because they burned all the past evidence. Whoever they are, they know what they're doing.”

“Well, I'm pretty sure they have nothing on my wife. However, I'll look into it tomorrow and if I get anything before the break-in, I'll contact you.” Taeil affirmed in a confident tone, right before his tone changed to his soft soothing voice again. “Are you sure you're okay? You weren't feeling good before you left. Did your nausea and vomiting disappear once and for all?”

Your hand instinctively went to your belly and for the first time during that call, you felt awaken. You loved Taeil and lying to him about your pregnancy was by far the hardest thing you'd ever done until that moment. Taeyong was dealing with some business outside Asia and Taeil had been nominated as the current leader until the official leader was back. However, you knew Taeil barely had any time now, and breaking off the news didn't seem to be the best idea before you left Neo Culture for your mission.

Taeil would have never let you leave, and besides that, a pregnancy would only distract him. It wasn't the perfect time.

“Y/N?” Taeil called your name, pulling you back from your thoughts.

“Sorry baby, I'm just too tired tonight. But yeah, I feel fine and I'll be back soon.” You reassured him with the best excuse you could find on the spot.

“I'm the one who should be apologizing. I didn't mean to disturb your sleep, but I only had the time to call you now.” he started to explain himself with a light and clear guilty in his voice. You could almost see him retracting his shoulders and staring at you with the fluffiest “I'm sorry” expression ever on his face.

“I know, love. You've been dealing with all of the meetings and business inside of Neo Culture lately, and I understand that you have more responsibilities now.” You reassured him.

Taeil was the most confident man in the world when he was in front of Neo Culture's men, but you loved him for the man who allowed himself to let his guard down around you... your Taeil. Sensitive and honest. That’s the one you fell in love with. And that’s why it hurt so much to keep secrets from him. But you had to be smart, you couldn’t let anything disturb your husband’s attention from Neo Culture.

“I just miss you. I wish you were here.” he whispered, breaking your heart to a million pieces.

It was true that you had left the basis to lead the mission, but it was also true you that you did it to escape facing Taeil. Lying to him was hard on you, way harder than you thought it could be. The distance seemed like a good option to help you keep your secret.

“I miss you too. So much. I'll be home as soon as possible. I promise.” You guaranteed him with a small smile on his face. You just couldn't help but want the time to fly as fast as it could, just for you to share that happiness with your husband.

“Just come back safe to my arms, okay?”

You didn't.

When two days later you were brought back unconscious to Neo Culture, Taeil almost fainted. You had bruises all over your body. The reason? It was a trap. The unknown new gang set up an ambush inside of the abandoned building and you were the principal target. They had forged a fake meeting overseas for Taeyong to leave town so Taeil could be in charge. They knew it was way easier to strike an underboss' family than to strike Taeyong's family. They wanted to mess things up and guess what? It worked. Taeil was furious.

“What the hell do you mean they are untrackable?! I want you to fucking find them, now!” Taeil shouted at his tech team as he hit his fists right onto the table.

“Wow, hey, hey, hey! Calm down!” Johnny interfered with a worried look on his face as he ran towards his friend. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you I can handle this.” he questioned as he led Taeil outside the tech team's room, giving an apologizing look for his men before he closed the door.

“I wanted news, but all they gave me is this “they're untrackable” shit.” Taeil voiced, with his hands trembling at pure anger. Johnny had never seen him like that before.

“Our team is working on it. I promise you they will find them, but right now your wife needs you.” Johnny mouthed with a concerned look on his face. He had never considered that one day he would have to be the one to tell something like that to one of his friends. Especially in those conditions.

“Oh no. What happened to her?” Taeil's expression immediately changed from rage to worry.

“Nothing, she's still stable, but, the doctor found out something...” Johnny started, not sure if he could continue his sentence. There wasn't the ideal moment or way to share something like that. “She's pregnant, Taeil.”

And once again, his world fell apart. He didn't even give Johnny's the chance to explain it better, Taeil just ran off the hallway as fast as he could, ignoring everyone who tried to make him stop.

His wife was pregnant with their first baby, which means someone dared to hurt the love of his life AND his child at the same time. Someone who wasn't going to live much longer, but before he started to plan how painful it would be their deaths, he needed to make sure the two most precious people of his life were okay.