SYNOPSIS: Text messages between you and your idol ex boyfriend who you are co-parenting your daughter with!
DISCLAIMERS: just some more bullshit omfg i’m irritated, strictly smau!!!! idol taeyang , and idk what else. fluff , like the tiniest pinch of angst if u squint idk. Ok bye.
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sypnosis ; you find yourself in the same bed as your ex once again...
warnings : choi taeyang x fem reader, this is only part one there will be a part two, slight angst, kissing, reader is kinda tsundere, dumb ending maybe cringy idk idgaf
you hated choi taeyang. you hated his stupid, sly smile—the one he'd flash you after saying something coy, and the infuriating way he would run his fingers through his hair like he knew exactly what it did to you. every little habit of his had a way of getting under your skin until he was all you could think about.
you hated that you still knew all his little habits.
you hated that, even after everything, you could still pick him out of a crowded room without trying.
and you especially hated that tonight, you'd be sharing a bed with him.
"you have got to be kidding me…" you groaned as your eyes boring into the bed. you could almost feel the energy radiating off of it.
taeyang glanced up from where he was unpacking his bag with a raised eyebrow. "whats the issue now?"
you pointed toward the bed. the only bed. there was no other bed.
"there is no way I'm sleeping here with you." you grabbed your bag off the floor and headed toward the door. "maybe there's another room open."
but before you could reach the door handle, taeyang stopped you.
"the receptionist said this is the last room."
of course it was, just your luck, and the one bed wasn't one of the worst things about the hotel either. the worst part was taeyang.
"then i'll walk to another hotel."
taeyang gave you a doubtful look, the kind that made it obvious he didn't believe you would actually do it.
"what?" you asked, caught off guard by the way he was looking at you.
"you know it's raining, right?"
as if on cue, heavy rain poured against the glass, the sound filling the silence between you. the streetlights outside blurred against the wet pavement.
of course it was raining, because apparently the universe wasn't satisfied enough with making you share a room with your ex. it had to make sure you couldn't escape, either.
you didn't have the energy in you, or the patience to argue with taeyang. he obviously wasn't going to let you leave, considering the weather conditions and how late at night it was. so you caved.
"fine," you muttered, dropping your bag onto the floor. "i'll stay." you shot him an icy glare. "happy now?"
"not really." he answered so quickly it almost sounded honest. but you knew it wasn't, you had heard from friends he still talked about you, still took care of old stuffed animals you left at his apartment, and still kept some of your old clothes in pristine condition. but it wasn't like you cared.
but before you could snap back, he reached into his backpack and tossed something to you.
"here."
you caught it instinctively and turned the small foil packet in your hands. in big letters on the top it read "painkillers"
"what?"
taeyang zipped his bag shut without looking up and simply said- "arguing always give you headaches."
you gritted your teeth. how did he remember? why would someone who pretended not to care so much actually care? and why did a small part of you feel relieved that he did? you shoved the thought away immediately. because, again, it wasnt like you cared. not after everything, not after the way things ended. not after how he treated you during your relationship, never putting effort into spending time with you.
but right now wasn't the time to get in your feelings, you had to focus on how you were gonna share the bed. you scoffed and shoved the packet into your shorts pocket.
"you can have the edge." you said.
taeyang smiled at you. the stupid sly one that you pretended to hate so much. "that's generous." he quipped.
you rolled your eyes. "if you don't shut your face, you will be sleeping on the floor."
he nodded and sat on the bed, pulling off his t-shirt with the same careless ease like he always used to.
your cheeks warmed up and you immediately turned your head away. you had seen him shirtless countless of times before, but this felt different.
it felt gross, like you weren't supposed to be seeing it. almost invasive, even. this wasn't something new, so why did it feel like it?
"you don't have to look away you know." taeyang murmured, his rough voice pulling you from your thoughts.
"this isn't even half of what you've seen of me." he chuckled, the sound of his laugh died fast.
taeyang looked down at the shirt in his hands before going silent. it felt like his world stopped, he didn't have anything to say. the room suddenly felt smaller and more closed off around the two of you. it looked like reality just hit taeyang.
but he was right.
you had seen more of him than this. you had seen him at his happiest and his worst. you had seen him half-asleep, sick, frustrated, and exhausted. you had seen every version of him that he never showed anyone else.
the silence thickened between the two of you before you finally broke it, clearing your throat.
"i'm gonna go change." you said, grabbing your clothes from your duffel.
you headed to the bathroom, and by the time your hand was on the doorknob a familiar voice echoed throughout the small room.
"you still have trouble falling asleep when you're stressed?"
your hand froze around the doorknob, you instantly turned to face him. dropping the clothes immediatley you made your way to where he was sitting on the bed, and before either of you could say anything, you kissed him.
instead of pushing you away taeyang kissed back, his lips gliding against yours with the same practiced ease as before.
his hands slid up the sides of your baggy shirt, cupping your breasts. but instead of deepening the kiss he pulled away first. he stared at your parted glistening lips, but before you could go back for more he placed a finger on your lips.
"why did you do that?" he asked quietly, still rubbing up and down your waist with his other hand.
"i dont know.." you muttered.
you truly didn't. maybe it was because you were so sick and tired of his pretty face, or maybe you just wanted him back.
taeyang looked at you for a long moment before letting his hand fall away.
"if we keep doing this," he said quietly, "we're just going to hurt each other again."
your chest tightened and your throat ached. you needed him so so bad. you were so sick of pretending like you hated him when in reality you just missed him.
"…unless we finally talk about why we ended." taeyang whispered.
neither of you spoke and the rain outside gradually got louder with each droplet that fell from the clouds.
"tomorrow." he whispered with a kiss to your collarbone. "
tomorrow…" you echoed
a/n : guys this is really rushed, super corny and super bad I'm sososososo sorry! but I hope you enjoy!!
SUMMARY: The car ride home after a night out with friends — and your best friend makes sure to prove to you how good you looked.
WC: 2.2k words
DISCLAIMERS: SMUT. [ minors / ageless blogs DNI ] uhhhhh okay so car sex!!!!!! p in v unprotected.. (Use protection i’m srs.) fingering, hickeys, riding, uhhh uhhh idk what else is there to say. Ok he’s kinda mean, also nice tho. I haven’t made up my mind and this was rushed k. Enjoy :p
The city lights bleed into streaks of gold and red as Taeyang's car glides through the late-night streets, his engine sounded like a low, steady pulse through the soft humming of alcohol still singing in your veins.
The air inside his car is warm from the heater he turned on for you, rich with the mingled scents of your perfume and his cologne.
His right hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, knuckles pale under the occasional streetlamp. But his other hand splayed across your bare thigh, palm heavy and possessive, curling into the soft flesh just above your knee.
The heat of his touch seeps through your skin, radiating upward, and you find yourself hyperaware of every tiny movement, especially when his thumb traced lazy, deliberate arcs and the way his pinky finger hooked just beneath the hem of your skirt, teasing the edge of where fabric meets skin.
You haven't said a word to each other since climbing into the car, but the silence is louder than any conversation. The undercurrent of tension made your breath shallow and your heart bang against your ribs, begging to be freed like it’s in a prison cell.
Taeyang's words earlier tonight weren't idle promises — they were declarations, and you understood the weight behind them.
At the club, you found yourself tethered to his side like a willing satellite in his orbit. He paid for your drinks with the casual authority of someone accustomed to claiming what he wanted, his arm a permanent fixture around your waist. His gaze was a weapon, mean mugging anyone who even tried to look your way — friends included.
And it was the way he transformed when even Keeho or Jiung offered you a compliment that truly undid you. The subtle shift in his body, the tightening of his grip, and how he'd pull your back flush against him with a hand splayed across your stomach.
Each possessive gesture sent a current of electricity through you, igniting something primal in your core. You craved it, craved him, and the exhilarating feeling of being claimed so completely.
You shift in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs while his thumb stills for a fraction of a second before pressing harder, kneading into your muscle.
A faint, smug smile flickers at the corner of his mouth, barely visible in the dim dashboard glow.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
The car slows at a red light, and he turns to look at you. His stare travels slowly, from your eyes down to your lips, then lower, tracing the curve of your neck where your pulse flutters, the swell of your breasts in that tight top you'd chosen.
"You okay?" He asks, his voice low.
You nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Just... tired."
He hums a noncommittal sound, and his hand slides an inch higher. The light turns green. He accelerates, but his eyes stay on the road now, though his fingers resume their slow, torturous exploration.
Up, then down. Up…. then down… Each pass creeping a little higher, until his fingertips brush the warm, damp fabric of your panties beneath your skirt.
Your breath hitches and god, you can't help it. He doesn't look at you, but you catch his smirk deepening.
The car turns onto a quieter street, lined with darkened storefronts and the occasional flickering neon sign. Fewer cars and lights. The world narrows to the space inside this vehicle and the weight of his hand on your thigh. Heat pooled low in your belly as his fingers press more firmly against the soaked cotton.
You squeeze your thighs together instinctively, trapping his hand there. He chuckles under his breath, a low, dark sound.
"Spread your legs.” He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, but the command is unmistakable.
Your body reacts before your mind catches up. Your knees fall apart, your skirt riding up higher, baring your thighs to the warm air and to his hungry gaze. He glances down, then back at the road, and you watch his jaw tighten.
"Good girl."
The praise sends a shiver through you. His fingers hook into the side of your panties, pulling them aside, and then there's nothing between his touch and your slick, aching cunt.
He drags two fingers through your folds, slowly, gathering your wetness, and you bite your lip so hard you practically taste copper.
"So fucking wet," He mumbled, almost to himself. "Been like this all night?"
You can't answer. You can barely breathe. His fingers circle your clit in lazy strokes teasingly, never quite pressing hard enough to satisfy, and your hips twitch involuntarily, chasing his touch.
"Answer me."
"Yes—“ You gasp. "All night."
He hums approvingly before he presses inside you — one finger, then two, sliding in with a slick, obscene sound that fills the quiet car.
Your head falls back against the headrest, your eyes fluttering shut as he curls his fingers, searching and finding that spot that makes your whole body jolt.
"Hm." He hums in satisfaction before starting a rhythm: slow, deep thrusts, his palm grinding against your clit with every push. The car swerves slightly as he takes a corner too fast, and you realize he's leaving the main roads, guiding the car into a maze of back alleys and darkened parking lots.
Your hands grip the edge of the seat, knuckles white. His fingers are relentless, fucking you in that slow, torturous pace and building a pressure that coils tighter and tighter in your belly. You're already close, embarrassingly close, and he knows it.
"No," He says, pulling his fingers out abruptly. You whimper at the loss, and he chuckles, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, licking them clean with an exaggerated slowness. "Not yet."
He pulls the car into a narrow back street between two brick buildings, the headlights illuminating a graffiti-covered wall. He kills the engine as the silence rushes in, thick and deafening.
He turns to you, and there's no amusement now —just raw, naked hunger. He reaches over, grabs the back of your neck, and pulls you into a kiss that steals the air from your lungs.
It's messy from the start. His lips are hot and demanding, tongue pushing past your teeth to taste you and claim you. There was nothing slow to this, instead, it was desperation and years of pent-up tension crashing together.
You moan into his mouth, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The center console digs into your ribs, but you don't care. You can't get enough of him.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to fumble with his seatbelt, then leans over, crowding you back against the passenger window. The cold glass presses against your bare shoulders, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body covering yours.
His mouth finds your neck, sucking hard, biting down on the curve where it meets your shoulder, and you cry out, your nails raking down his back.
"Been waiting for this all night," He growls against your skin, his hand sliding down your stomach, beneath your skin and into your panties again. "Fought every urge to just fuck you in your living room but I decided against it.” He snickered, trailing slow and sloppy kisses along your neck — whispering into your ear.
“I should’ve though. Wanted to keep you all to myself.” He continued. “Every time you talked to Keeho or even Intak, I wanted to break their fucking jaws. You knew that though, didn't you?“
You shake your head, but you're lying, and he knows it. He pinches your clit, hard, and you gasp.
"Don't lie to me.”
His fingers plunge into you again, three this time, stretching you, and you sob against his mouth as he fucks you with a brutal, fast rhythm.
His thumb circles your clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, and the pressure in your belly builds again, faster this time, hotter.
"Look at you," He mutters, pulling back just enough to watch your face.
“C-close.” You hold his gaze with yours.
"Go ahead." His voice is a command, low and fierce. "On my fingers, now."
Your back arches off the seat, your inner walls clenching around his fingers as a wave of pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling and gasping and crying out his name as he works you through it, slowing down only when you whimper from overstimulation.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the strings of your arousal stretch and break between his knuckles. He brings them to your mouth, and you open without hesitation, sucking them clean and tasting yourself on his skin.
His eyes darken. "God, you're perfect."
He pulls away just long enough to recline his seat as far as it will go, then pats his lap. "Come here."
And you don't hesitate for even a second. You climb over the center console weakly, your skirt still riding up around your hips, before you straddle his thighs. The driver's seat is cramped, his knees bracketing your hips, but you make it work. His hands find your waist, guiding you forward until your chest presses against his, your lips inches apart.
Taeyang kisses you again, deep and slow, his tongue stroking yours in a melody that promises more. His hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing, spreading your cheeks as he grinds you against the hard length of him through his jeans. You can feel him straining against the denim, thick and aching while you reach down between your bodies to free him.
He helps you for a moment, unbuttoning and unzipping himself as your hands moved quick with desperation before he hisses at your fingers wrappinf around his cock, hot and slick with precum.
You stroke him once, twice, spreading the moisture, and he groans into your mouth, his hips bucking into your fist.
"Need you..” You whisper against his lips.
"Take me, then."
You guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He's breathing hard, his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes half-closed, watching you with a mixture of adoration and raw need.
You sink down slowly.
The stretch is delicious, burning in a fullness that makes your eyes roll back. He fills you completely and perfectly — your bodies practically molded for each other and you pause halfway to adjust, feeling every inch of him inside you.
He groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you'll bruise. “Feel just as good as I imagined," He breathes, his voice wrecked. "My perfect girl."
You slowly start moving again with a rolling grind that drags his cock against your walls in a way that makes both of you moan.
His lips find yours, and you kiss him through every motion, your tongues tangling and breath mingling — never breaking apart.
The pace builds gradually, your hips finding a pattern that's messy and everything you’ve ever needed.
The car rocks with your movements, the leather seat creaking beneath you. His hands slide up your back, gripping your shoulder blades, pulling you closer. Your knees ache against the seat, but you don't care. You need this. You just needed him.
"Harder—“ You beg against his lips, your voice cracking. "Please—."
He obliges, slamming you down onto him, your thighs burning as you ride him with abandon. His hands are on your ass again, guiding your pace, meeting your bounces with upward bucks of his hips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, obscene and wet, accompanied by your choked moans and his guttural groans.
"Look at me.” He grunts, and you do, your eyes locking with his. "I want you to remember who makes you feel this good.“
"You," You gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. "Fuck—Only you."
He kisses you harder, swallowing your cries as your second orgasm builds, coiling in your gut like a spring wound too tight. He can feel it—your walls fluttering around him, your stamina growing sloppy.
"Come with me," He pants, his lips brushing yours with every word. "Right now."
You nod — your eyes closed shut before you shatter together, a shared implosion of heat and noise and blinding pleasure.
You cry out into his mouth as your release crashes over you, waves of ecstasy wringing every last drop of sensation from your body.
He follows a heartbeat later, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, his groan swallowed by your kiss.
You collapse against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your bodies still joined, slick with sweat and cum. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
"Wanna go home?" He whispers, echoing his earlier words, but now his tone is softer, laced with something deeper than lust.
You laugh breathlessly, nuzzling into his neck. "Only if you promise a couple more rounds."
He snickers against your skin. “I don’t know if you can handle that.” He says softly.
And the car settles into silence, the city humming beyond the alley walls, the windows fogged, the night clearly far from over.
💌 mika’s message! okay so basically this was rushed ok.. ESPECIALLY THE END. i’m going out soon and wanted to finish this sorry. i hope u fw it tho hes just yeah. guys please be kind to me. ANYWAYS ALSO KENNY AND ENI HAAIIII my theo baddies this is for u. FOR YOUUUU.
