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❦ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ● ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ ● 23 ❦

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can't stop thinking about office workers!au taehyun and reader where taehyun is an intern and is so good at everything he does and reader is his assigned full timer buddy! reader is kind of an airhead and doesn't understand office politics and when a colleague at lunch is talking about reader in a suggestive manner and taehyun steps in to protect her in a non confrontational manner! its up to you if it is smutty or just fluffy!

𝐼𝑁 𝐴 𝐷𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐾₊⊹ ྀ

K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: the assigned intern in your office might just be your favourite coworker, especially after you he comes to your rescue…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: office!au, lil bit of angst if you squint, annoying coworkers, misogyny(not from tyun), comfort, kissing, suggestive makeout, fondling, minors do not interact, NSFW, smut, little prep, dom!tyun, rough sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, aftercare

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6.2k

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𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ office au! is so cute omg tyun fits this concept to a t! (˶>⩊<˶) he’d so be that cool, quiet guy who you wanna get to know more so that’s kinda my inspiration here ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The office air is always lighter this time of morning. While the boilers take longer to kickstart to offset the chill buildup from the previous night, you perch yourself at your desk, thick winter coat and scarf still tucked around you like a secondary blanket to the one you left early back in your apartment. If time permitted you'd have stayed in your cocoon of warmth a little longer, the scent of the detergent lingering on your sheets caressing your senses to gently tempt you awake, but alas you left earlier than necessary.

Where's there's no overlapping voices or the clack of keyboards is the time you're at your most productive, you end up breezing through most tight deadlines this way, no distractions but the occasional hiss of the pipes warming up. You aren't even paid overtime to be here this early but you do so anyway for the haze of peace before the ruckus begins; coworkers shuffling in for the day and settling into their stations with idle conversations on their mind until the boss is done with the rounds and vacates to his office. That's when the real talk comes out to play.

You try to keep up, you really do, but it's a little difficult when there's always new gossip. Who slept with each other and who is dating who, or somebody's misplaced lunchbox in the break room. That's always a topic of conversation and split teams of who resents who for leaving the sink dirty, the blame constantly switches and leaves a trail of intricate politics within your department floor that you fail to grasp. You're not a detective and you never try to be so you walk the fence of the accusers and the guilty, applying yourself as though everyone is innocent because it's far too taxing to care so much. Instead you treat everyone fairly because in truth the world needs a little more happiness and your office is as good as any place to start.

You think that must be why you took to Taehyun so much when he arrived two months ago, an intern for the editorial program your company offers. Although, you'd say he was much too qualified for the intern position already, he may as well be a full time employee with the insights he offers. You'd been assigned as his overseer since you're constantly one of the top producers of your department, projects are always submitted with time to spare efficiently and effectively, but to have him shadow you as you work sometimes makes you feel as though you're the amateur, he might be just be more proficient than you and you're amazed each time.

You'd barely have to correct his work or edit for him, he always seems to know upon inspection where the edits need to be made and he does just so. Once you'd set him a task you'd expect he'd complete within the week; by the end of the day his email sat in your inbox with the full, detailed report executed perfectly. He'd certainly go far in this industry, that much is clear to you.

But his intellect was not the reason you warmed up to him so quickly, however much it impressed you. His charm did that all by itself, while you wouldn't say your other coworkers are rude by any means, Taehyun still seems to shine miles past them, he's composed and nonchalant in way that doesn't read that he's closed off but that he's naturally calm and collected.

He's observant; perfectly in tune to whenever your patience is wearing thin or the workload is pilling atop you, without even offering he relieves the pressure by knuckling down to assist you. He even notices when the coffee has gone cold in your cup sitting forgotten on your desk, wordlessly refilling it for you at the refreshment station before pulling back into the seat next to you, a warm smile as he offers it to you.

And you certainly aren't complaining having a face like his seated next to you, he's handsome in a reserved kind of way yet never hiding behind the glasses that rest upon the bridge of his nose, notching them up as they fall with assured finesse. He's the same way when navigating the playground within the workplace, he's never directly involved in the chatter but he watches, learns the dynamics without feeling the need to interject himself and it's all the more attractive. If anyone was to ask though; of course you don't have a thing for your intern, that would be highly inappropriate, no matter how handsome he is - he's off limits.

He tests you so though, it's oh so difficult to ignore those feelings you're suppressing when he's so attentive towards you. Even now, as your teeth chatter against the chill in the office and your fingers freeze against the keys the toasted umber of coffee infiltrates your nostrils and invites warmth not just from the scent but from the smile of who holds the cup. Taehyun; leisurely strolling towards you and placing the coffee on the desk beside you is the best wake up call you can think of, much better than the shrill of your alarm this morning so you wipe the slate. This is where your day truly starts you decide.

"Thought you could use a pick-me-up" planting himself in the seat beside you, the early hour barely looks to affect him the same way it has for you; his eyes don't sag with dark circles and there's a color to his cheeks that says the frost outside has only kissed and not nipped him.

"Thank you, Tyun. You're a life saver" the coffee from the machine at work is mediocre at best so you're eternally grateful to see the little logo of your favourite coffee shop printed on label, barely recognising that of course he'd know it's your go to. He's observant - it's just who he is, it doesn't have to mean anything else.

"You still working on this?" He gestures to your computer screen "oh, yeah... having a little trouble on the phrasing. I've edited it so many times but nothing sounds right"

"Mind if I?-" you scoot back in your chair to allow him to pull his up next to you, leaning in for a better view as he scans the words typed in the document. He's so close you can feel the warmth of his skin push right through the cold air between you, the subtle earthy tones to his cologne and you have to hold yourself back from inhaling it deeper, far too inappropriate but it's almost irresistible.

The way the vein in his temple flexes against the arm of his glasses in concentration, paying no mind to the slow trickle of people coming through the office now. He's focused solely on his task, helping you but you almost feel bashful to be seen in such close proximity, one fingertip away from brushing hands and you'd be the talk of yet another scandal in your office.

Just as you are about to clear your throat from the tension increasingly building he begins typing frantically, shuffling sentences around and adding phrase for coherency. You try to keep up but he's rapid, finished before you've even comprehended what was adjusted.

"How does this sound?" Moving aside for you but barely pulling away, you hesitate leaning in for a better look but do so anyway and what you read astounds you once more. In just a few seconds he was able to identify the inconsistency you'd spent hours mulling over and perfectly rewrote it, further establishing that his rightful place is indeed here at this company. Perhaps you should feel concerned that he has so much promise at this stage, you could kiss goodbye to the top producing employee status but it's not within you to feel envious, mostly you feel proud.

Turning to him with the biggest smile you can muster "it's perfect! I swear this is witchcraft how you do this so quickly, I just spent hours trying to fix that" gushing at him, he tilts his face away with uncharacteristic sheepishness, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"It was nothing. Just glad I could help" he smiles sincerely, holding your gaze just a tick too long before another colleague, Jiho enters your line of sight, clapping Taehyun on the shoulder.

"Got something you might wanna look at, could learn a thing or two" Jiho's voice booms against the ambience between you and Taehyun, a soft haze spoilt by uninvited interruption. But another thing about Taehyun; he's not one to muster tension or create friction so he complies almost too obediently. You aren't either for that matter, but Taehyun takes it with a grace you wish you could have, you catch in the corner of his eye he's less than pleased to be his lackey but he accepts his prompt with a small huff and a posed smile, synthetic because you've been witness to the real thing. It's so much more beautiful and authentic than this.

Taehyun stands with a palm to your shoulder, a silent goodbye and promise to reconvene with you at a later time, following Jiho to his desk across the office floor.

It frustrates you endlessly that no one seems to recognise the talent that Taehyun possesses. They hear the title 'intern' and assume that he's clueless so they interject their own knowledge as an ego stance, a way to assert that they are in fact a few levels up in the hierarchy to him to boost their own self worth. They refuse to look upwards, there's always someone else stepping down on you in the triangle so you think they shouldn't be so haughty in how they treat him.

Either way, you still have work to complete and the time only reads 9:16, cracking your knuckles and resuming your typing, they'll be time when he comes back to your side, offering his own semblance of sanity in an office you care not for the policies.

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By the time lunch rolls around, Taehyun is exhausted, the drone of explanations he already understands circling around in his head but he placates the fantasy simply because it's easier to. Smart enough to know arrogance is not how he'll ladder up in the industry. It's not what it is, but it's how it'll be viewed by his peers if he corrects, so he allows Jiho to micromanage his work with little complaint.

What he's less tolerable of however, is your name being mentioned in passing comment as Jiho enters the break room, resting himself in the corner seat and angling himself to Taehyun's line of sight behind the cabinetry and appliances.

"Saw that you and yn came in early today" a seemingly simple statement from Jiho but Taehyun knows theres hidden agenda in the bylines. He continues stirring his coffee, unwilling to give what Jiho wants; gossip, so the truth seems simple enough "Yeah, it's easier to work that way without a boss staring down your throat" a chuckle to lighten the atmosphere and hopefully to drift it away from what he anticipates is going to settle.

"Easy for you to say, you two are like star students, barely make any mistakes. I think editing is the only thing she's proficient in understanding" there's the drop, the first inkling of what Jiho meant to say. Trust him to find the avenue every time to start something. A lot of the gossip webbing around the office seems to sprout from his direction, Taehyun has noted.

"What do you mean?" Taehyun shouldn't pry anymore than he already has, but this could be an opportunity to catch him in his bullshit before he repeats this to any other workers, glaring straight at Jiho past the refreshment counter.

"Well...it's just, you know how she is. Don't even think she's realised practically every guy here has asked her out at some point" Taehyun almost scoffs at that, instead bites his tongue, dismissing instantly "perhaps she's just not interested"

You're a beautiful woman. That much is obvious to anyone with a set of eyes, Taehyun included. You light up any room you walk into to with nothing but your aura that practically beams past you, as though sunshine personified itself into the most bewitching vessel. And if Taehyun is being honest, he can't picture you with anyone here because they all dim you, so really, it's no wonder you haven't answered any of their advances.

"Well I think it's more so the fact that the guys who work here want a woman who can actually hold her own. A mature woman, you know?"

"And you don't think that's her?" Taehyun deadpans.

"I know it's not, no matter how attractive she is. She's fun for the night type of girl, not to take home to your mother" Jiho repeats a scoff, yet his is laced with nothing but venom as he sickly chuckles "god that body of hers though... wouldn't mind making her a mother..."

The pit in Taehyun's stomach drops into the abyss. As soon as your name was first mentioned he'd anticipated some form of toxicant jeer your way, but this? It's vulgarity to the highest degree; Taehyun has been given a window into the kind of man Jiho is and wishes no part in it, if this is how he truly feels about you then they simply have nothing in common, there's no use to polite conversation with this jerk.

But Taehyun is smarter than that, if he was to start something here, it wouldn't reflect poorly on him. No - because Jiho is the kind of man to pin it to you, to devise some scheme that has you the talk of the office and none of the vultures will show kindness to the meat they feed on.

He treads as carefully as one can when defending someone like you, tightroping the knife so that you don't fall on the blade but puts Jiho there instead "and you think you're the type of guy she'd take home to her mother? With how you just spoke about her? Not likely. Try working on some of your own maturity before commenting on hers, you'd get further that way"

Taehyun is all narrow eyed stare as he picks up the coffee he had just poured, pushing in the back of the chair to tuck under the table of where he'd originally planned to lunch with Jiho, clear that's there's no intention of that now. He doesn't even bother to glance back to the dumbfounded expression he knows he'll find on his face because truly he cares not for it. He'd rather be anywhere but here right now so the door to the break room closes with a slam behind him, preparing to vacate to the parking lot. He guesses his car is the best place for him right now but his blood pressure is through the roof, simmering inside his veins with a searing vexation and he pities anyone who might run into him right now.

But as he's about to turn the corner - there you're stood. Face entirely devoid of everything until something settles underneath that, a slight drop. Your bottom lip threatens to wobble as you stare doe eyed at him and he just knows you most probably overheard the conversation. In thrush he's still processing the words that came from Jiho's mouth so he can only imagine what's whirring round your head.

"How much did you hear?" he needs to gauge your understanding to know how to handle the fallout.

"...enough" such a simple response and it sinks his heart a few caverns deeper, to witness such a defeated look upon your usually jovial face and he's dumping the coffee freshly made to prioritise guiding you towards the records room, a hand to the small of your back so you know where he's prompting you without the fuss of making a scene or anyone overhearing. Taehyun doesn't bother to flick the lights on once you both enter, just shuts the door and fastens the lock closed because he doesn't want anyone to walk in on you in such a vulnerable state.

It's quieter in here, the buzz of office ambience and voices ceased with the door closing into its frame. The lights underneath each row of shelving paints a soft cobalt across each surface and you face alike, highlighting the sunken expression dragging your features down. You stand awkwardly against the wall, hands behind your back and gaze drifting away from Taehyun because you have no idea of how to break this silence of what you both know.

"Listen... he's a jerk. Worse than that even. But even if the whole office thought like he does it doesn't determine your worth" Taehyun breaks the stillness for you, a hand to his hip that tells you of his own shock. You most likely caught his retort back to Jiho but he still feels the desire to cement that he doesn't feel the same.

"...still shitty to hear" you kick at nothing with your foot, embarrassed to even have Taehyun listen to slander against you in such a way. You've never once had a one night stand - or whatever Jiho was implying, it's simply not you. And yet still to be objectified in such a way, it makes you feel sick to even be perceived as such by a colleague no less. To know that even through your work clothing he's imagined you in less than appropriate ways... well it hardly sits nicely with you.

Taehyun inhales sharply, you know he's not frustrated with you but you can tell that there's not much to be said from now. Even still he continues "It is. I'm sorry he said those words to begin with. I just need you to know it doesn't reflect on you. It reflects on him"

"Thank you for defending me anyway. You're like the only one here who actually likes me - I mean... -not like that! Of course! Someone like you would never like me anyway... sorry, I'm rambli-" you barely even notice that it's not from your own admission that your humiliating speech spewing suspends until the soft brush of something collides against your lips, delicately commanding in way that isn't trying to own you, or possess you but you still feel the simmering passion in each little swipe.

Taehyun's hands hold your cheeks with the same compelling authority, with enough space to pull away if this isn't what you want but when you grip his forearms and pull him closer ever so slightly, he knows it is. As if you aren't telling him that with how you kiss back, slightly surprised by his forwardness but moving against him now with the same longing he has.

Even still, he's a gentleman first, pulling away and staring at you with sultry gaze and asks "this is okay?"

You nod weakly, failing to demonstrate how weak in the knees just his kiss has made you, how you're feening for more even though you're currently locked away in your work's record room.

Now this truly is an office scandal.

"...more than okay" your breathless murmur has him craving you like a man possessed, it compels his body forward again until he's reconnecting your lips in an impassioned embrace. There's heat behind this one that wasn't present before, his hands cautiously drop to your waist and experimentally press you further against the wall. The hushed whine that escapes your lips right into his, the way his fingers begin to grip tighter into your plush hips to now pull you towards him; it's all so dizzyingly driven.

You feel his hands slip lower, grazing over your skirt and tights to clench the flesh of your thighs, and when they slip under the hem you wrap your arms over his broad shoulders, now fully pinned in his hold. You're about to grumble a complaint at his detached lips once more until they slink along your jaw, pressing ardent kisses all over until he reaches your neck where his tongue soothes over each little suction his lips suck into your skin. You feel the rim of his glasses knock against your collarbones but neither of you seem to care past the bubbling of yearning rising.

And just as his fingers find perch just below your ass, the promise of creeping ever closer to where you're beginning to desire him more feverishly, the doorknob rattles and shakes the both of you until that delicious build of heat the both of you curated sizzles out, replaced by unadulterated panic.

Taehyun whips his head back to your eyes staring so wildly as you anticipate the reveal of this...predicament you and him find yourself in, yet luckily it never arrives.

The lock is holding together the thin thread of sanity you have left, the way Taehyun refuses to remove hands from your body cements you in place and thank god because there's a wickedness inside you that wishes he never lets go, even if the door was to swing open.

"Give me two seconds... just trying to find a specific file!" Taehyun calls out cooly, tone levelled so that whoever wishes to enter never gets even an inkling that his hand is currently hiked so high up your thigh that it would be a HR violation. They'd have a field day with the implications of what was about to happen in the dark of this room between you both.

You grip tight to his shoulder, there's tactic to him speaking up, otherwise they'd be reaching for the wrench to break in. It makes your heart beat furiously nevertheless.

It must be some kind of miracle there's no follow up comment or question, perhaps why he'd need to lock the door simply just to retrieve a file but you'll not question a good thing, not when the feeling of him so close is even better.

"You okay?" There's concern written all over him, stare never leaving yours because it must be obvious how caught off guard you are, you almost miss how attentive he is to you. Almost.

"Mhm" you hum shakily, you no longer know if it's from the shock or him. That's okay, he seems to know for you and smirks.

"We'll continue this later, okay? Don't make dinner plans tonight, I'm cooking" his lips capture yours in one last enchanting kiss, parting from you sooner than you'd like but he squeezes your thigh so deliriously that it satiates you until his promised later. Clicking the door open, he hushes to you before exiting "give it a minute or two and then come out, can't have anyone knowing I've got a thing for my mentor"

The last thing you see is his impish little smile, softening as the expanse of office is set before him but it never wipes completely, you spot the little infliction in the corner of his lips still and it makes you blush pink from the realisation. Those lips that just decorated your skin with the prettiest reminder that not everyone in this office is out to get you.

Lips that you long to feel on your own once more in hypnotic rhythm; scandalously that you'd like to feel elsewhere on your body, exploring what you'd be delighted to share with him, knowing he'd treat you with care.

The thought alone has you clenching your thighs together, his words echoing around the otherwise empty space in your head now holding only him; the prospect of him cooking for you, compassion in each mouthful to then have him peel away clothes you wished he could inside this file room. You flutter at the idea that is soon to be your realty, blooming at the potential that this could become.

You smile to yourself, refusing to hold in the small chuckle from your scandalous behaviour. You never imagined yourself to be one for an office romance, not one that lit a fuse so brightly as it had, but there's a first for everything right?

Either way you have a smile on your face the rest of the day you just can't seem to wipe away, all the way to the dinner table as he dishes up a plate of delectable looking food, all lit up by candles in a setting that has all the classic romance movies seething with jealousy.

His apartment is exactly as you imagined - clean cut and decorated thinly. Little lines the walls apart from the occasional classy art piece. It's cool yet not in an icy way, there's hints of him tucked into corners that warm the space just so. And now with the blinds drawn and the flicker of candles you cannot help but stare straight into his eyes, each mouthful of the dinner he so lovingly prepared for you a teasing effort to have him focus on the way the utensils wrap around your tongue. The mind is such a powerful thing - the visual of you doing so scarcely matches the one in his head because there you're wrapping lips around something else.

Even as both plates are finished and sat waiting on their removal -he does no such thing, leaning back on his chair so casually enticing, stare boring into yours with little words spoken until he stands, prowling his way to you with an extended palm towards you. You know what he's implying, you waste no time in placing your hand in his as he assists you to stand, tugging you into him in an instant.

"Let's take this somewhere else, huh?" His pitch so gravelly and provocative when you nod, allowing him to guide the way to his room.

Behind his bedroom door is the same well-groomed, few decor displays of character, not a hair out of place in the pristine surroundings. A faint woody scent of aftershave and clean linen that contradict but blend so well when they mix in this context, where his sheets and himself exude the same richness that's enveloped your senses in sensual touch, much the same as his hands snaking around your waist from behind.

His face finds the divot between your jaw and neck, brushing lips and the memory of the file room floods back to you, the way you can recall the sensation of each searing kiss he placed there and how he's beginning to replicate them all.

Your hands reach out behind you to loop around his neck and in turn gives him the green light to explore everything he wants to, wasting no time as you feel slender fingers gliding along the expanse of your body coveted by your satin mini dress. When he cups your breasts through the material you gasp, wriggling back your hips against him involuntarily to feel the solid tent in his pants.

"Someone's eager..." he chuckles darkly along the shell of your ear, a wave of goosebumps from his sultry tone though he can't hide the contradictory nature of his statement as he grows against you. You decide to play on it.

"You're one to talk..." you rut backwards and it rewards you with a throb, his cock jumping to meet the plush of your ass and in an instant his hands snap to your hips to hold you tightly in place to where you cannot tease.

"Of course I am. Would've been doing this in the file room had someone not interrupted" gradually his fingers slip below the hem of your dress, the material so tight against your body he's flush against your plush skin on the path past your thighs to the lace waistband of your panties. Once again he breaches past and the moment the pads of his fingers swipe along your folds you simper and rest your head against his shoulder, fawning into him.

"So wet already... could probably fuck you just like this" his words are so vulgar, so contradictory to the polished persona he holds in the office, when he's typing away on keyboards focused on work. Now those fingers to type at the keys stroke upon the most intimate corner of your body, making you whine with each little flick he makes "in fact... let's test that"

He retracts his hands and you almost whine with disappointment until you feel the zip to your dress ever so slowly tugging down, giving you all the time you need to protest though he knows you don't need it. Instead the deliberate tempo of each snag the zip makes builds up heat in your abdomen with anticipation.

The dress drops to the ground with a soft thud, a brief pause where you know he's eyeing you up salaciously.

"Lay on your front..." a feverishly heated command, gentle but authoritative and you're bubbling with an overflow of desire, the rush to comply to whatever he asks of you so you step towards the bed, laying down on the soft sheets on your stomach. Turning your head to the side, you search for him in your peripheral and your belly takes a drop in anticipation when you cannot see much but instead hear the zipper to his pants undoing, dropping to the floor along with the buttoned shirt he undid.

The bed dips as you feel him crawl towards you, prowling until you feel lips brush against your ear once more "tell me if it's too much" your heart thuds with the consideration he's still showing to you even now, though there's not much time to contemplate it throughly before you feel his thighs enclose around yours, pulling your panties to the side with a string of slick connecting. Naturally you jut upwards when you feel his tip brush against your folds the same way his fingers did, sliding his length along to collect your wetness, nudging your clit each time.

You're whining from the sensation of that alone until you feel him push past your entrance, sinking faster than you'd imagined and now your moans are wanton, filling the room with the delectable sounds from how his cock filling you with a singular thrust. You suspect he'll grace you with at least a second to accommodate when he leans down, the pressure of his chest to your back a delicate crush as your lungs flatten against the sheets, until a punishing withdrawal of hips before thrusting back to make a daggers point of his words hushed close "god you're perfect, perfect little pussy sucking me in"

You're unsure what to wrap your mind around first, his lewd confessions or the pummel of his hips diving inside you, groin smacking against the plush of your ass each time. The position he has you in; holding you in with caging lunges and palms enclosed around your hips to hold you in place has you feeling his length all the way stomach, choking you up for breath as you heave against the mattress.

"Did you imagine your assistant fucking you like this? Perhaps this is just another thing I'll have to show you I'm already good at" when he's biting at your lobe playfully, it has your tears soaking through the sheets especially after a particularly rough push inside, abusing your hole like it's his to mould. You suppose now it is, especially when he's screwing you like no one before has.

"Tae-Taehyun...!" You scream out, muffled by the sheets but just audible enough for him to hear your plea clearly. He knows what that whining drop off means.

"Close, baby? Soak me, I'm almost there" his hands grasp desperately at your hips and thighs, digging in so bruising hard yet even that can't distract you from the abusing pace he's setting, increasing tempo in head spinning fashion. You'd be utterly astounded if you could walk straight in the morning, that would be a fun one, explaining to the nosy bodies in the office why you're stumbling towards your desk.

You can see Taehyun's cocky grin now, subtle and careful enough for only you to see but evident enough of what he's doing to you right now: knocked right out of your daydream when his speed slows but his thrusts deepen, backbreaking recoil until you're doing exactly as asked - soaking around him. The wetness gushing his cock offers no relief against your walls, he's still laboriously pummelling to reach his own peak and your yelps are aiding his approach, evident enough by the harmonious, fucked out way you're struggling to pass his name through your lips still pushed to mattress.

You're dizzy, muscles sore as he holds you down still with his full weight and you're so out of it you barely recognise him sitting up to pull out all together with no warning but the deep grunts scratching his throat. He gives his cock a few more pumps with his hand before spilling his seed across the expanse of your ass and lower back, watching hypnotised as it beads creamy white along your skin. A few more moans and he’s expelled everything he has to give you, mindless prattle falling off your tongue as your hips still wriggle under his thighs adapting to the sensations of coming down from a high.

He stills with you for a few moments, affectionately rubbing circles into your waist to soothe. It’s a sight he could stare at for hours, you laid beneath him pained in his cum; alas he has to clean you up at some point or you’ll stay sticky and practically he knows that won’t be comfortable for long. As much as the weight lifted from you when he climbs off the bed is welcomed for your spent body, you also wouldn’t mind if he had stayed that close to you, you find yourself craving his touch and presence in an adjusted state now that the lustful atmosphere has stilled into something more tender.

You don’t have to wait long for him to return to you though, holding a damp cloth as he warns “it’s gonna be wet but it’s warm” before tentatively swiping away the cum coating your back. A quick shiver and you’re already accustomed to the gentle brush, his fingers that do the same in wake of the cloth to dry and comfort you simultaneously.

Once he’s finished, you somehow find the strength to sit upright, a futile attempt to search for your dress because he’s passing you a shirt of his, he must have caught the the somewhat perplex expression written on your face because he huffs dismissively.

“You didn’t expect me to dine you, fuck you and send you home, did you?” You can’t help but laugh flustered as you place your head and arms through his shirt, watching him do the same, the last peak of his abs has you reeling for more. It’s all you’ve ever been use to with men you’ve dated in the past. But Taehyun is not other men - you find yourself quickly learning that “I can hear your mind racing from here. Talk to me”

And never before have you been given the space to voice your thoughts like this - you almost struggle to formulate the words “it’s just - I like you, Taehyun. I don’t want this to just be a one night thing, or two nights. It means more to me. I-f you feel that way too?…” bashfully you look away, fiddling with the hem of his shirt cloaking you. Never even hearing his feet padding across the room to meet you, a thumb hooking under chin to have you look to him; the sincerity resting in the round globes of his eyes.

“My silly girl. I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I didn’t also like you, m’not those shitty guys you’ve dated before. This is only the beginning” you watch a self assured smirk play out on his lips just before reaching the distance to yours, a charged kiss as he looms over you to rest you back upon his bed. He follows, embracing you in his arms that still crave to explore your body, gripping at your waist this time less fiery but the passion is still present, you kiss back just as emboldened now you’ve had the confirmation you longed to hear; that what you feel isn’t one sided.

You never expected this much when he was assigned as your assistant, having him as a competent worker was enough for you. Until it wasn’t. Until he began to shine a little brighter than anyone in your whole office; than anyone you’d known before - until eventually you had to reach out and touch the sparkle for yourself. And now you have, no less in his apartment, in his bed, you can safely say this is where crave to be. Right in his arms.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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kai coming home from practice all needy (sub kai smut🧎‍♀️) plsss

fear not anon, I have this exact fic scheduled to release in 3 weeks time (14th August)!!!🫡

Im roughly half way through writing it rn so I really hope you don’t mind the short wait and it’s worth it for you!!!💗💗

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So, your fics have been all over my fyp and I recently read "Lullabies" and I LOVED IT!

Honestly, this world lucks Tae fanfics, thank you for your service 🫡

It was so cute! I'll definitely eat everything you have written up~

Um, anyway, I just wanted to say I love your writing, can't wait for more ><

omg I’m blushing this is so lovely of you to say!! honestly thank you so much for just coming to drop by and give me this message it’s brightened my day to hear that you’ve been enjoying my fics this much!!! (╥﹏╥) ♥︎

this is so true my taehyun fics alway seem have comfort sprinkled in too bc he’s just so caring and sweet i love writing for him!!! I find it really fun to write differently for all the boys tbh unless I’m writing an au and I can kinda mould their personalities to the story but yeah!! (˶>⩊<˶)

Anyways thank you again sm for reading and enjoying that’s why I do this with my free time at the end of the day, so moas have some stories to help wind down after whatever your day may bring, hope you enjoy the stories I have coming out in the next few weeks!!!💗💗💗🫶

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Hi! :) I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is suffering from insomnia, and Taehyun comforts her and helps her fall asleep.

𝐿𝑈𝐿𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐼𝐸𝑆 ₊ ⊹ ☁︎

K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Taehyun is the sweet release you finally need after sleepless nights…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established relationship, nightmares, insomnia, insecurities, Taehyun comforting reader, just pure fluff

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.2k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ okay this is such a sweet prompt I hope this is the comfort you were looking for anon!!! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Most nights, at the hour of the moon, you struggle to sleep. That's how it's been as long as you can recall; back in your childhood bed cowering under covers from monsters unheard and unseen in your wake, but as soon as your eyes close they come out to play. Your dreams are filled with grasping claws scratching against the wood in your closet, beckoning you to take a peak and as you do, the fright crawls out and wraps itself so tightly to you it seeps down to your bones. When you awoke with terror not even your night light offered comfort, the monsters had already imprinted into your minds eyes and there was little you could do to chase it away but remain awake, petrified if you closed your eyes again for more than a blink they'd come back to get you.

As you grew the terror remained, although now it was less grotesque creatures and more the fright of what you couldn't see in your dreamscape. Long, winding corridors that flatten out like a maze you'll never escape, the impending chase is now one you cannot see, cannot anticipate when it will jump out to dig those long tendril claws into you. You wait; traversing those long walkways in fear this is the end, a lonely walk for all eternity.

That's why you prefer to stay awake still into the early hours. But for a few nights during your week when Taehyun is there beside you, you allow yourself the sleep you've been withholding, your body seems to thank you for it but your mind is another story. He chases away the nightmares you've been plagued with your whole life, his warmth in the bed next to you stokes the fire to ward the monsters off but like anything it's never foolproof. Not when he hasn't come home when you'd anticipated him to.

You understand the unpredictability of his job, late nights spent in practice rooms but he'd given you a key to the dorm for this exact reason, so you could slip in whenever you needed the comfort of his room if he wasn't present. You'd told him once how even just his things scattered around the room brought you semblance that your own could not offer, the neatly arrangement of his belongings not untouched but placed with care, the way his sheets smell of him could gently lull you to sleep and the next day he produced you with the key, an invitation to always allow you the solace of his presence. The confirmation that he was alive around you.

You're trying to cling to that picture now, his face in your mind passing you the key and what it represents but no matter how hard you try the darkness creeps in as soon as you shut your eyes. You've been trying to fight it off for the past three hours, covering yourself with blankets to hide but it's no use, without Taehyun here it's hopeless.

It's exhausting, you wish with all your might you were wired correctly, that every night wasn't such a battle with yourself, after all sleep is not something the human body can hide from, a basic necessity and yet you're still merely an amateur at your quarter life. Pathetic, that's all you are and the tears streaking your cheeks think so too.

The soft click of the door drags your consciousness away from fatigue briefly, senses on high alert despite the lack of sleep until your nervous system settles at the sight of Taehyun, practice bag slung on his shoulder that's quickly discarded when his eyes adjust to the dark and there you are - sat completely upright with tear tracks silencing everything you wish to say.

"Baby... you can't sleep again?" His voice so tender as he approaches tentatively to avoid spooking you, a raw state he's found you in many times and he knows where to tread by now.

You can only wearily shake your head, wiping the tears but he beats you to it, brushing his thumb across your sensitive cheeks before settling in beside you, uncaring for the clothes he wore for practice still clung to his frame. They only faintly smell of perspiration but you care not either, all that matters is the warmth you feel beside you again.

"Come here..." he guides your head to rest upon his chest, cradling you with a palm flat to your hair and fingers that softly glide down the tousles in a soothing rhythm, delicate as metronome and as steady as it too. His other hand wraps around your waist to pull you into his lap, slotting between his legs and under the sheets he's tucked around the both of you. There's no need to shroud yourself with them now, to camouflage so that the terror of sleep won't be able to recognise you because Taehyun has returned to you as he always does, fighting off your dread with the constant beat of his heart beneath your ear, pacifying the thoughts that plagued you.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel guilty for not coming home sooner everytime" you begin and he gently hushes you, it's the insecurity talking again and you know but it itches at you to repeat so that he knows you aren't being difficult on purpose. He's patient though, never rushing you for the answers as to why you can't simply fall asleep without him because he knows you don't have them, they must be locked away somewhere you're unable to access.

"You don't need to apologise, just try to rest now, okay? I'll be here even if you can't... but just try" his fingers patterns along your arm, it tickles slightly but you won’t stop him because it reminds you that’s he’s here, he’s right beside you. He must be exhausted, wanting nothing more than to grab a shower and a hot meal but he’s consoling you instead and it eats at you. It piles bricks on top of those spiral corridors in your nightmares, built of every fear and worry in your waking life.

Yet instead of grumbling for everything he can’t do right now, he begins to hum a low tune, feeling the vibrations in his throat where he rests his head on top of yours. You’ve not heard this one before, inflictions and mumbled words you don’t recognise so it must be a new one he’s working on. It’s not a fully formed song yet, the bare bones of it still but everything is beautiful when coming from his lips, a melody just for you for now.

When you finally shut your eyes, there’s no longer the sensation gnawing at you to reopen them, avoidance of the sleep your body craves because for the first time in a long while the atmosphere around you feels tranquillised. There’s no longer the threat of creatures in the closet coming to get you like when you were a child but now with Taehyun here, you no longer have to fear the silence too, the space just before you fall into your slumber. He fill out what was dark and haunting, a beacon lighting the way past the winding hallways into nothingness. When Taehyun is beside you, you no longer remember what happens in your sleep when you wake and that’s the way you want it; he alleviates the weight.

Barely, you recognise that his lips press to your head, resting a compassionate kiss with the reminder “I’m here” and finally it’s the last thing you recall before the morning song of birds.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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i feel like I've requested something before ? idk, but heres one if i havent and another if i have 😳

hueningkai x reader where they were able to go on a like week/two week long beach trip, and kai can't resist seeing reader in her tiny bikinis, and he cuts the beach day short, and he drags reader back to the house and one thing leads to the next ?

if you're too busy with your other fics, its okay, but thanks in advance if you can !!

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸⋅𖤓⋅

H.NK

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʜᴜᴇɴɪɴɢᴋᴀɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Kai wants to enjoy his vacation with you: sightseeing, relaxing, bathing in the summer heat, but he’s a little preoccupied thinking about all the ways he would have more fun as soon as he sees your choice of swimwear…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: NSFW, minors do not interact, established relationship, smut, sexual tension, Kai getting turned on a lot, kissing, praise, dirty talk, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, pulling out, cum eating, multiple rounds mentioned

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3k

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ it’s always an honor to do your request my loveeee!!!🤭💗

loveeee this prompt so much too i just love summer and it’s so fun to write Kai getting all worked up like this >ᴗ<

There are a few perks that Kai can think of to having vacation days away from being a famous idol demanded by everyone. One; his body is gifted with a well deserving rest after countless days and weeks of pushing it to its limits, breaking sweat after sweat in practice rooms to then sprint between schedules and complete comebacks with the utmost precision. It's much too taxing after a while and his body feels it too, some days he barely stumbles through the bedroom door to the comforted retreat of his bed. If anything needed a vacation, it was his overworked muscles barely hanging on by a thread.

Two; he can use the time to explore corners of the world he's never yet stepped foot on, places he'd never visit on tour so they'd be otherwise left undiscovered, the secret spots that serve the best dishes and the views that could only be described as otherworldly. It's all an oyster; begging to be cracked open and uncovered, cultures and languages and lifestyles he feels rich to experience an inch of.

Most importantly; he can spend his time with the one person he most craves to - you. Here, on this secluded island in the middle of the ocean, a world away from the responsibilities that tie you both down and away from each other, he has you all to himself. It's exactly where he'd like to keep you forever if things permitted. Just you, the gentle roar of the ocean as you both unwind your nervous systems from all stressful stimuli - and those tiny goddamn bikinis you insist on wearing that has his blood pressure skyrocketing far more than any performance, stage or concert could ever give him.

As soon as you'd stepped out of the hotel rooms restroom he knew he was done for. He thinks there'd be more material covering you if you wore a singular thread of dental floss, hardly anything of the cerulean bikini to cover the curves of your body, the supple flesh he longs to dig his fingers into and he'd hardly have to work at all to rip the flimsy thing from you.

He salivates at the sight of you unknowingly bouncing to the low hum of music you have playing as you ready yourself, bending to reach items from your case and he emanates a low groan, throwing his head back against the bed with his hands to his eyes, shielding himself from the temptation.

It alerts you immediately, snapping up to see him writhing on the bed as though in pain and you worry "Kai, you okay?"

He's not proud but the pitch in your voice makes his cock jump in his swim trunks, you sound genuinely concerned and all he can think of is how close your breasts are to spilling out the side, front and bottom of your bikini top, teasing his minds imagination to what lays behind the shred of cloth even though he's seen it a thousand times over. That's what makes this worse though; to know the sweet nectar of your body is concealed by such insignificant means and he isn't permitted to touch; you've told him repeatedly how excited you are for a beach day and you won't let anything stop you now you're here, minutes away from a tropical paradise so his wandering eyes will have to wait and he knows so.

"How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look like...that!?" He regains enough mental fortitude to sit back up, a hand gesturing to your entire body and immediately you know the filth that's on his mind, you'll be having none of it "would you rather I wear a sweater and pants?" You scoff and brush your hair in the mirror, not giving him the satisfaction of observing his outburst.

But the mirrors reflection displays everything with the same clarity as though you were still facing him, with your arms hiked above your head and stretched a gust of wind would blow away your bikini and he thank it for it.

"Fuck no - I just... are you sure we can't just skip today and stay in bed?" You turn to him once more, a pout on your lips telling him how disappointed you are that the thought even came to him and all he sees is the way your lipgloss shimmers, wondering how it would look smeared across your cheeks as you swallow around him-

-"You know I've been looking forward to this, can't you behave for one day?" As though you read his mind, you softly chastise him for it and he whines once more "this is torture!"

You can only laugh at his pain, a thunderous expression on Kai's face the entire walk down to the beachfront and where you lay your towels on the sand under the shade of an umbrella. Despite the sun beating down, each of his features paints him gloomy like rain clouds rolling in; it's not often you see your boyfriend so sullen but he looks as though the sun has slapped him for even attempting to have fun and that just won't do. So you pass the sunscreen bottle out with expecting hands, met only with confused countenance.

Turning your back towards him and adjusting your hair to the side, he finally seems to grasp what you're asking of him and hopes you don't hear the audible gulp of his throat constricting. What you had expected to be an innocent task is nothing short of a test of endurance for him, if he can keep his blood settled enough to not rush straight south the moment he makes contact with your soft skin but you seem to purposefully make it more difficult for him the moment you untie the string of your bikini for an unobstructed application.

Now his mouth has gone dry, to add insult to injury the only thing holding up your top is your weak grasp, barely even clutching it to your chest and he can see how close you are to nudity even from the angle. Utterly dumbfounded, an almost primal reaction to the sight of you, hunched over and awaiting him he almost throws the damn sunblock away; you'll catch no sun if he's on top of you, if he had his way that's how you'd be right now, under him and the sheets of the hotel room. Instead you're glancing back expectantly, prodding him into action.

As soon as the chill of the cream touches your skin you flinch, mumbling something about how he should have warmed it in his hands first but all he can focus on is the way you react to his touch, arching each time he swipes across your hips, nothing more he wants to do than dig fingertips in and hold you there to have his way with you. He would if your position allowed for it, though a crowded beach isn't the place he'd like to create a scene or a scandal, that would be for just the two of you, behind the privacy of your rooms door.

"Thanks, baby. Turn, I'll do you!" Jovially you spin around, waiting for him to do the same. There's payoff here for Kai; he no longer has to resist staring straight at your barely clad body and neither touch you making it so much more difficult for his hands to not have a mind of their own. But now you're all over him, massaging the sunscreen right into shoulders so sensually it curdles his stomach, passing breaths to cool himself down. It'll be a miracle if he curbs heatstroke from your palms smoothing around his waist, burning hotter than the uv rays basking everything the sun touches.

It's over the moment you place a sweet kiss in the juncture of his neck where it meets behind his ear; pure, instinctual desire driving him as he flips you down on the towel beneath him, towering above with not even an inch of guilt when you yelp with surprise.

"Don't make me wait all day to have this... please" his head drops to whisper right where you had kissed him, replicating the same action for you but he lingers just a second longer than you had, intentional with his yearning in a way that spins your head.

Technically speaking, the two of you aren't doing anything explicit; his hands rest beside your waist at a safe distance and he's hovering above you, skin isn't even touching but it feels all too scandalous, so taboo to even be within his proximity when he's so headset on one thing and one thing alone; you.

You thought you wanted this day; to finally spend some well earned time relaxing with your boyfriend who works far too hard, to breathe in the salt air as nothing demands the two of you but the promise of a cooling dip in tropical waters. You still do, although now you think you're beginning to want something else a little more.

You want Kai, and he's making it clear he wants you more.

"We can't... here..." you're breathless as his lips ghost along your neck, testing the waters to how far he can go while it feels like all eyes stare at you because a guilty mind is a conscious one.

"Then we're going back..." the decision he makes for the both of you, sitting up and gathering the few items you had actually unpacked, the towels rested on the sand that he hooks on his forearm to save time folding them away and his fingers laced in yours as you trek the short distance back.

And again he wastes no time as soon as the door shuts behind you, carelessly discarding the beach bags to the ground in replacement for feeling you up, his hands have been far too preoccupied with others things for far too long considering this is what they desired all along, running up and down your sides to guide you against the closest wall. Adept fingers untie the pathetic string holding together your bikini, or lack there of, no use for it now as it falls to the floor. As delicious as it looked it shrouded from what he wants so he drops to his knees and hikes your thigh to rest upon his broad shoulder. With your core now inches from his face, there's barely a pause to feel shock or modesty, not with how he glances up to you, swearing you see hearts sparkling in his irises.

"Waited so long to taste you..." he can scarcely finish his own sentence before he gorges himself on you, tongue lapping up through your folds greedily. You yelp into the back of your hand, stabilising yourself against the wall with another flat palm as he ravenously licks, the wanton slurping sounds spilling out so treacherously obscene. This isn't the beachfront; no visual onlookers but with the rapid pace his tongue is settling with you're faltering every second to withhold squeals and shrieks from the neighbouring rooms to hear.

"Don't hold back... let me hear you" imploring, he knows you're reserving those delectable whines but if he has to he'll draw them out himself, wrapping lips and suckling around your bud. When he's gifted with the sweetest whimper, dripping honey right into his ears he knows you won't last long, especially not with how you're tugging at the roots of his dark locks.

"Kai...."

Rapaciously consuming, you struggle to hold yourself up with how he moves against you, holding onto him so tightly you're sure it's imprinting your fingernails into his shoulder but he couldn't seem to care, teasing his wet muscle against your entrance. Along with the ripples of his voice hushing against you, muffled with his reluctance to part you feel the wave of your orgasm wash straight through before you can warn.

"Tastes so good-my god, baby..."

More high pitched mewls of his name spilling from the tip of your tongue while his drinks up the rest of your release, reluctantly parting so he can get a view of your face, how fucked out - pure dazed you appear already and he’s barely started. You hear him playfully chuckle, glancing down but his eyes are still glazed with hunger “hope you’re ready for me-”

He wraps your arms around his shoulders for you to carry you to the bed, your legs would probably give out the second you took a step and he needs your strength up for what he’s about to do, resting you so gently against the edge of the bed and prompting you to lay as he climbs atop of you. His lips latch against your own in a commanding kiss, reeling you in until all you taste is the faint undertones of your previous release and him, swallowing moans as you feel his hands shuffle his swim shorts down between the both of you. He’s far too impatient for much else and one orgasm should be enough to sufficiently prep you enough.

You’d beg to differ; Kai knows he’s big but fails to comprehend the stretch each time, misremembering how much it takes for you to accommodate his size in the fog of his compulsion, pushing hips inside you with resistance.

“Tight… so tight! Oh my god it’s so good…” blathering praise, he bottoms out and stills as you writhe against him.

“Need more, Kai” he’s filling you up with painful constriction but you still beg for more; more tension and more friction despite the sting. An itch to feel everything. He kisses away the scrunch around your eyes from the intrusion, setting a slow pace despite what you asked for; it doesn’t matter, you feel him all the same, every ridge of him pulling out to thrust back inside, nudging that soft spot so deep each time.

Your hands snap to the bed sheets beside your hips, tugging until knuckles turn white to hold you through the lunges as he dives into you, bed squeaking as the headboard knocks the wall “slow down…they-they’ll hear us -“

“The neighbours? Promise you they don’t care, look around, baby. This is where everyone dreams of fucking…” you drop your head towards the balcony doors, still ajar from when you left and the fan of the palm leaves curtain your vision as the trees stand tall, aquamarine sky to rival the allure of the ocean you know lays below what you can see from the bed, the gentle breeze blowing through and the repetitive motion of his cock ramming inside you. This must be the closest to heaven on earth you’ve been.

“Look so beautiful like this…more than anything” lips skimming along your neck with teeth tugging the string of the bikini top still clinging against you. Pulling your hips impossibly closer to dive deeper, nudging so far it feels like he’s in your stomach and your eyes roll, overwhelmingly full “gonna make me cum already…”

You feel it too, how he pants against your skin in breathless fashion, the slight stutter between thrusts to lengthen out the impending release looming over him. Though if you permit, he’ll spend all day repeating the same promise to have you squirming underneath him.

“Need it, Kai… cum for me” like a siren call you supplicate your desire to him, inside or on you; you’ll take all that he gives to you readily. There’s nothing to hold out for anymore, you’re imploring for it and he’s not one to withhold anything from you, the few last thrusts wreck you before he pulls out, leaning over you as he pumps his cock to release, he groans hoarsely as his cum paints your bikini top with pretty dots of white against the blue. What doesn’t drip there hits your cleavage, dribbling down the valley of your breasts as you squeeze them together like a target for him.

“So hot. So fucking hot!” His throat scratches the whine he passes, barely able to hold his stare on you but to look away would be a bigger loss, to not witness you desperately feening for every last drop would devastate.

“So good, Kai”

You can’t resist but swipe your thumb across your chest, collecting his seed to bring to your lips, wrapping tongue around the taste and he throws his head back in a whimpering mess, throbbing back to almost full hardness in an instant. He has no shirt to pull down so you lift to your elbows and grip the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling his attention and lips to you once more. He’s perfectly content here, lost between the passionate kiss and your fingers gently stroking his locks, feeling the loss when you break away just slightly to murmur

“I hope you’re not done, you took me away from the beach day I wanted so much, aren’t you going to make the most of it?” You teasingly pout, looking up with big doe eyes that only invite more and he’s your willing servant.

“Don’t worry about me… worry about if you can keep up” flipping you to your stomach, you excitedly giggle until you feel him lining up at your entrance once again, holding off movement until you’re pushing back in search of him. The sight fuels his pride, pressing chest to your back with most of his weight crushing you to the mattress. You don’t care, you only want him to start moving again.

“-because after this I’m taking you on the balcony, you’ll see the beach from there and then you’ll know for sure this is where you’d rather be, with me buried deep inside you, pretty” in a singular thrust he’s filling you up to the brim once more, tears spilling past your cheeks from the new angle as he makes promise to not waste a moment more, pummelling so fast you’re already seeing stars despite the sun still hanging high above you.

He’s right, this is where you wish to remain for the rest of your trip, even if you both leave more exhausted than when you came.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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Did I just see you have a wip for a swat member beomgyu?!?!?!🤪🤪Because I’m gonna go crazy for that one whenever it gets released plssss that’s soo hot

you did in fact see that ahah!!! I’ve got a little bit written up so far already, though I’m probably gonna get carried away with this one because it’ll be a slow burn with mature themes so I hope you’re on board for that! (˶>⩊<˶)

im already super excited to release this one though I wish I had a superpower to just write up exactly what I want it to be instantly cause I literally have the whole plot already planned, just gotta knuckle down and make it happen!!! but yes swat team gyu, so dreamy…🤭

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Hello I love your fics! I want to request an idol!beomgyu fic where he asks taehyun for advice with dealing with his MBTI T gf since beomgyu is an F! Like maybe he tries to comfort reader when she's upset about work related stuff and just wants solutions on how to deal with the annoying colleague but he keeps empathising and comforting her which is!!! Not what she wants!!!

𝑀𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝑀𝐸 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝐷𝐷𝐿𝐸 ⋆˚❀˖

C.BG

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Beomgyu’s exasperated himself trying to comfort you to no success so he calls upon Taehyun, a fellow T, for advice on how to help…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established relationship, arguing, both gyu and reader get a bit snappy with each other, taehyun giving sound advice, comfort

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ this is such a good idea for a fic anon!! I’m also an F so writing gyu not understanding how to deal with a T was simple enough and then I used all my brain power thinking of how a T would respond so I hope I did this justice!! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

ALSO NLP2 CHOI YEONJUN YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN WHAT A HIT ALBUM ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) ice cream is sooo smooth omg but idk my favourite so far is baby wassup honestly it’ll probably change cause every song is so perfect so him💗

Beomgyu knows from your messages something is weighing heavy on your mind. Short, snappy responses to whatever he'd send you during quick breaks between practice and while he can tell your irritation isn't directed his way he still feels the sting in each period and pause. How he could text something as simple as 'hope your day is going okay:(' after hearing little from you and your response would be 'yeah. I wish'

That rational, sensible nook in his brain tells him that everyone has rough days, that he shouldn't be so worried how little you're willing to communicate that with him because you'll do that in your own time.

And yet here he stands outside your door, takeaway bag in hand because he craves the visual confirmation that you're okay; what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't at least try to relieve your burdens? After all, he has two shoulders for you to lean them atop even if it encumbers him in the process.

You open the door for him and he can immediately spot the way your eyelids sag with burnout, divots in your forehead where you've scowled and it's imprinted into your features, softening ever so slightly when you realise who stands before you, he lifts the bag exuding succulent scents like puppy retrieving a stick for you.

"Brought us dinner, thought it'd save you cooking. You've not really been yourself today, you sure you're okay?" You press your lips to his in a brief, loving embrace as he steps inside your apartment, a token of your appreciation for noticing how you'd been bled dry of all patience throughout the day, and even though it's late and he'd probably exhausted himself memorising choreo he's still here at the late hour to see you.

"Yeah. Just another shit day of work" you sigh heavily, watching as he brushes away the hair flattened against your forehead in a mocking mess, dismantled by hours spent tugging at the root in frustration. He plants a kiss in its place before shuffling to set the food on the counter, unboxing it as he asks "Do you want to talk about it?"

You ponder that for a brief moment, if delving back into your nuisances will only wear you thinner but eventually you relent, unloading your predicament for him "hmm. It's just... I've told her a thousand times it's not how it's done. She keeps running the numbers through the till wrong. It messes up the entire order and then I'm the one who has to fix it. Again. That's not even the half of things I have to reprimand her for"

Immediately there's irk woven into your tone and he recognises the coworker you speak of, one you've had trouble with before and it appears nothing is improving "hasn't she worked there for like four months already? You have to pick up the workload, it's hardly fair, I mean, how many more times can you say it?" He levels with your plight as he makes quick work of plating the food, resting them in front of where you're both about to sit on the couch to eat.

"Well I'm not saying it to complain" you deadpan when he seems to misunderstand your intentions of even bringing the situation up. You hardly see how sympathy will help you navigate her incompetence but all he sees is the frown formulation on your lips, dropping the food from his attention to place it with you. He leans in tenderly, wrapping his arms around you to cradle you against his chest and soothe as he murmurs into your hair "I know, baby. It just sucks for you"

His empathy settles uncomfortably in your gut, forcing your hands to his chest as you push him away lightly "Gyu, can we not do this, it's been a long day" a heavy exhale.

"Do what? I'm just trying to comfort you after you've had a shitty day and you're refusing to hug me now?" Giving you a look of pure rejection as he throws his arms up in disbelief, he must've missed something in the bylines of how you're feeling because now there's stark contrast in how you'd received him through the door.

You can barely look at him and the dumbfounded expression seated on his features, deep down you feel guilty for that but the wearisome day you've just had clouds that judgement from bubbling to the surface "I don't need comfort, if that's what I want I'll ask you for it"

"Well what do you want then? I don't know how to help you beyond being there for you, it's what couples do for each other!" He snaps at you.

You scoff at that, the derision to your understanding of relationship etiquette sets alight to a temper you're not proud of "don't do that. Don't act like I'm being a shit girlfriend just because I don't want to be coddled like a child!" You flop to the couch below, exasperated that this is the destination of the conversation.

"That's what you think I'm doing? You think I'm suffocating you with my love?" Brows furred from insult, his raised voice drops ever so slightly but yours only increases at the implication. Of course that's absurd, could he not see that?

You bark back "I never said that! I'm not like you, Beomgyu! I don't need constant reassurance after every minor inconvenience!" A struck nerve you know you've hit from the dejected look upon his face, a pained expression like that of an injured animal that in any other case you'd comfort but exhaustion is taking the wheel in your mind for you, telling you that you have no more energy to spend cosseting his heartbreak "I'm sorry, i just... I think it's best you go. I'm too tired to argue. We'll talk tomorrow"

Floored for all words or response, he freezes briefly before kicking into action, everything he'd like to say turning to dust on his tongue and he collects his keys from the counter to vacate the scene as quick as he can, desperate to wipe the heavy atmosphere from his shoulders and his heart with haste.

It was never his intention to burden you with his comfort and he fails to see exactly where the disconnect lies. To Beomgyu, he'd done everything right to allow your voice a speaker, a platform where you can unload your troubles yet clearly you'd seen it as a boulder uprooting your path to solution.

It's difficult to not take your words to heart when you spat them so vehemently into his soul but he recognises the place they come from; frustration and not emotional distance. But that's exactly where the two of you derail and split divisions. While he's heart driven, you allow your head to lead.

There's another person he knows with the same psychological makeup as you and if he wants to understand how better to aid you that's where he needs to start looking, so instead of the dorms his feet lead him to the studio where he knows Taehyun is currently residing, knocking the door with three sharp clacks. Behind he can hear feet padding up, imploring as soon as the door swings open.

"Taehyun, you have a moment? I need your advice" Beomgyu's shoulders are tense and strain sits heavy on his brow line as he asks, Taehyun can see the fidgety nature of his friend so he steps aside, inviting him inside the studio "sure, come in"

He half expects Beomgyu to take seat on the chair but instead he begins a short pace of the room, clearly unsettled as his mind races at light speed so Taehyun sits back down instead, hoping a calm presence will rub off to him "what's wrong?"

There's a heavy sigh that escapes Beomgyu's lips, one that suggests he isn't quite sure where to start so he kneads his forehead hoping for some stimulation for a cohesive trail of thought "me and yn. We got into a fight. It's stupid really... just something about her work but we're so different when it comes to stuff like this. She's a T like you so everything is so logically driven to her and I can only think about how it would make me feel to have a shitty day and what I would want to feel better. How am I suppose to comfort her?"

His hands move animatedly as he unloads and if it wasn't obvious enough how clueless his feeling wired brain attempts to comprehend rationality, this alone leaves it in plain sight for Taehyun to see.

"Well for a start I think you're asking the wrong question" Beomgyu whips his attention to him with perplexity written into his face so Taehyun continues "T's don't want comfort, they want solutions"

"So... she wants me to fix her problems? How am I suppose to do that?" He briefly pauses with his pacing as though reaching the answer is as simple as that.

"It's not about fixing them for her, it sounds like she wants your advice. She wants input on her decision making" his pacing continues.

"It just seems like every time I try and help I make things worse, I get that she doesn't want me to baby her but if I don't make her feel like she's being heard then I feel like I've failed or that she doesn't appreciate my love" there's a dip in his tone that leaves it evident that even now his heart is guiding how to navigate your disagreement. Taehyun recognises he needs a new angle and it's exactly what he's here for.

"You're missing the point. It's not as black and white as her not appreciating the love you show her. She doesn't need you to validate her feelings, it's not how she receives support from you. While you may receive love from affirmations, she gets it from solutions. Her way of showing love is telling you in the first place because she values your opinion"

Is like a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit to Beomgyu, where is love in cold counsel that isn't in the warm embrace of his arms? He's trying so desperately understand by Taehyun's word keep floating over his head "how am I showing her love by just giving advice?"

"Think of it this way; you're emotionally driven because you want to make her feel better. She's logically driven because she wants you to help her reach the outcome that will make her feel better. You both want the same thing, you just have different routes of getting there. Once you've given her your analysis of her situation she'll feel your love because you cared enough to offer your advice. How do you respond after receiving advice?" Taehyun explains casually, expanding his understanding with an open question.

Beomgyu ponders for brief moment, it seems as though the answer is obvious but is there hidden nuance that he's missing?

"I'm greatful...?"

"Exactly. T's are no different. That's the point where you come together again and you both get what you need, comfort"

Beomgyu eyes blow wide like the universe has finally struck him with at least a coherent comprehension of what it all means. It would be ignorant of him to assume that you aren't asking for his love in return, you simply have a different path to get there. He feels at least an inch of the hostility dissipate, there's harmony in the realisation that there is a way to show you support without feeling like he's hit a brick wall of resistance. He needs to adjust his approach but he's willing to move a mountain for you if need be so this should be a cakewalk.

"I think you're a wizard" Beomgyu puffs out a laugh, his chest feels lighter already without the weight of guilt hanging from it. He'd tried so throughly to see things from your perspective he'd lost sight of the empathetic nature innately within himself. The fact that it took a mindset like your own to help him understand displays that even though you may have different letters attached to your personalities it still takes the two to breed the kind of love you and him have cultivated.

There's give and take and there's always room to grow in the space between your differences.

"Not a wizard. Just a T with logical advice" Taehyun chuckles back, relieved to have offered at least a different perspective to his own, it will aid Beomgyu in the long run with you as a partner.

"Thanks, man. Really. I think I needed that" running fingers through his hair, Beomgyu states his appreciation though Taehyun can tell he's itching to run back to you.

"No problem. You'll work it out. Just... try to see things from her side and you'll be fine" Taehyun adds as he sees Beomgyu off, patting his shoulder in solidarity before watching him retreat down the hallway.

Beomgyu's already racing against his mind for solutions for you. The hurt of your disagreement doesn't completely vanish, it never will when there's feelings involved. There's still pain in the words spoken but he's eager to correct the source of your unrest, not to be another cause of it.

And as much as he wants to fix the wrongs he also wants to respect your boundaries. The time has passed for today for his input and you both need the time to decompress and recollect yourselves. As you said, you'll talk tomorrow.

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You awake the next morning with a headache pounding against your skull, throbbing your temples so furiously you have to massage them to get it settle, the memory of last night only striking more apparent with each moment your body acclimatises to the waking world.

Each word you ejected his way plays on your mind like a broken record, in truth he’d taken the brunt of your frustration and you feel awful for that, as much as you craved something he wasn’t giving you: solutions, you couldn’t say he wasn’t trying. If you could go back you’d handle yourself with more grace you certainly wouldn’t talk to him the way you did, but hindsight is a fickle thing.

You check the time on your phone, earlier than you’d set your alarm so your body clock must have jumpstarted you awake because it knew you’d feel the guilt. Thankfully earlier than his schedules start too so as you dress yourself and shuffle to the kitchen to collect your bag and keys, you practise the most sincere way you could apologise for your actions inside your head. Each sentence you formulate neither seem right so you suppose the words will come to you when you see his face but just as you’re about to unlock your door, you notice a sheet of paper stuck with magnets on your fridge. You tend to keep it clear so it’s easy to spot, the corners are torn haphazardly and pinned in each corner, glaring at you to inspect.

You read the title line and feel your heart bloom in your chest.

‘100 ways to deal with annoying coworkers ~ a definitive list by Beomgyu’

Carefully you push each magnet to the side to view it closely, sure enough there are a hundred lines all filled with various methods, you skim the list…

‘1. Tell her she’s doing it wrong again

2. Say it more assertively

3. Say it like you’re explaining it to a toddler

4. Snitch to your boss

…

23. Flick her forehead (always works with Yeonjun)

24. Confuse her by explaining it backwards

25. Get another coworker to snitch on her

…’

Each new addition you read fills your chest with laughter, most are utterly ridiculous suggestions but it’s not why your insides feel fulfilled. You continue to read.

‘65. Tell your amazing, handsome boyfriend to come into your work to deal with her

66. Tell your handsome, famous boyfriend to make an announcement complaining about incompetent workers

67. Show your coworker said announcement and say these exact words: “wow Choi Beomgyu from hit group Tomorrow x Together is so talented and smart we should all pay more attention to him”

…

99. Make sure she knows that it causes you more work

100. Know that your boyfriend is trying really hard to give you what you need :)’

By the end of the list you feel tears betraying you against your waterline, not from the absurdity that at least half of these wouldn’t work but from the effort he’s made to adapt for you, the fact he even took the time to hand write this is proof enough that you’re seen. It’s not in his nature to deal with problems your way, you know this; you embrace his empathetic essence because it makes him who he is and for once you don’t feel like a burden to it.

You’ve spent years with the assumption that you don’t feel, meeting Beomgyu only solidified those doubts because he’s everything you aren’t by default: compassionate, sensitive but you wouldn’t change him for the world, and he’s slowly teaching you that he feels the same for you. He’s not trying to substitute your logical reasoning, he’s adapting himself to it despite that lack of understanding.

You wipe your eyes and exit your apartment, determined with a renewed sense to do the same for him, to learn his form of comfort because now all you want is to be in the embrace of your loving boyfriend.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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OH MY GOD I NEED A PART 2 TO WITH GENTLE HANDS SO BAD

RIGHT CAUSE WHY IS TYUN SO CUTE (╥﹏╥) like what happened on the date did they get their first kiss who knowsss!!

I’ll certainly be having a ponder of where I wanna take the next part and I’ll write it up once ive completed requests so stay tuned tysm for loving it!!(˶>⩊<˶)

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thank you so much for the mile high club fic ❤️❤️❤️ i love it so so much!! could i now request a taehyun fic where reader is a makeup artist/hair stylist for txt and taehyun has a crush on reader. so he always snacks on purpose to mess up his lip tint or runs his fingers through his hair so his hair keeps getting messed up and he keeps going back to retouch it. it can be fluffy or smutty!! thank you againnn!!!!

𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Taehyuns crush on you is only growing the more you come close but he’s having trouble admitting so. That’s okay, his friend will help him whether he likes it or not…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: workplace meet cute, fluff, Beomgyu being a menace of a wingman, honestly none it’s very sweet

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ so glad to hear I did your other request justice anon and that you trust me for another yay!!!💗💗

such a cute prompt too just tyun coming to terms with his crush awee so I kept it fluffy cause that’s what felt right hope that’s okay!!!(╥﹏╥)

Taehyun can barely count on both hands the amount of times he feels his heart stutter in his chest because of you by now, it's starting to become increasingly worrying the lengths he'll go to just to have you orbiting around him, to have you touch him.

He never should have let it reach this far, but from the first time you stepped into the dressing room he knew you'd be dangerous to his self-discipline and steady habits. He'd barely notice if you hadn't stumbled in, equipment bags slung on your forearm and knocking the wood in tow as you squeezed yourself through in time of the door shutting behind you. In turn you receive a few glances from the other staff and a few of the members themselves, offering your sincerest apologies for disturbing their rest time; there's that fresh, first day nerves appearance gracing your features, eyebrows knitted tight and your throat swallows down the excess saliva your mouth is so betrayingly producing.

A few of your hair strands are whipped unrestrained against your forehead in hurried rush; by no means are you late, you'd ensured that with multiple alarms set the night before but you're starstruck enough just by even landing this job, let alone finally being face to face with your clients who happen to be famous idols. It's one thing seeing their faces plastered on your younger sister's wall and an entirely different thing when they are actually in-front of you, waiting patiently for you to begin your art. So you approach hesitantly, it appears you're the first of the makeup team to arrive so you have no one's lead to follow and it's all the more nerve wracking that way.

You'd better get use to it fast, this was your responsibility now - so you dive in before your feet plant you in place and you make a fool of yourself even more than you already have. Yeonjun makes the perfect first client for you, he sits perfectly still for each application, barely even shaking when it's time to dab foundation along his skin, you're hardly applying assertively but with years of practice he must be a veteran of remaining steady by now. You're thankful.

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun sits just to the side of you and Yeonjun, sneaking glances every now and then but he just can't figure out why he's so compelled to. He knows you're pretty, that much was obvious from the first glance of you, but why is he feeling his heart kick into action when the rest of your team arrives and he overhears his name.

"Thanks for starting, you can move onto Taehyun now, his shoot is next"one of your colleagues murmurs under their breath and you nod, packing away a few of your handheld equipment. Taehyun shuffles further up in his seat, since when did he begin slouching? When he was lost watching the way your tongue pokes against your cheek in concentration? Either way you'd hardly think him professional if he was slumped against his chair when you approached so his back rests upright once more, gulping as you make your approach to his station.

You greet him joyfully and he wonders where you've found the energy for it this time in the morning but he'll not question a good thing for too long, the sun may as well have risen already by how gleaming your smile appears up this close.

And you do move closely, you have to if you want to apply his makeup correctly - of course he knows this but when your face is inches from his it's easy to forget the basics. The perfume you wear is floral and sweet, caressing his senses just like how your fingertips swipe a base cream to his complexion, you're so gentle with the application he barely feels you there.

He freezes in place, screwing his lids shut once you're finished with eye makeup because he notices every little detail of your face, each freckle and each minute expression that makes the back of his neck bloom with goosebumps.

"You sit so well, thank you!" He barely registers the compliment before fluttering his eyes open to find you already vacating to the other members, the raw feeling of jealousy bubbling in his gut strikes him unnerved at the thought, he doesn't even know you but the thought that you'll be up so close to another as you just were with him drops the pit in his stomach. You're simply doing your job, he knows that, so then why does he feel this way? It's completely unbecoming of his character, he's not proud so he buries the feelings until they surface again the next time you're on shift.

And the next... and then again until the lines between appropriate and uncontrollable blur.

Eventually you even begin to converse with him during the time you're applying his makeup, incredibly proficient at concealing how elated he feels to learn snippets of your life and experiences, you always ask him ten times the questions he does; purely intrigued to learn more of what his job entails, thoughts and feelings on the day and every single little query that comes to mind.

But when you ask his other members the same things it's impossible to feel like it means anything other than how sociable you are, how you seem to adapt to every situation like a chameleon; you've ran out of a specific tone? That's okay, you're tweaking the entirety of your work to match. He needs a reapplication after smudging his face? You're by his side in a split second, fixing the blemish under strict time constraints effectively.

Each time he glances in the mirror after you're done he's astounded by your precision and keen eye for detail, you always seem to make him feel as pretty as he thinks you are, a Midas touch that turns him to gold and fortune. If he didn't know any better, he might call the feelings he tries so desperately to submerge what they are; inexplicably he's found himself with a crush.

At first that word makes him feel childish, he's left those teenage years of innocent yearning behind and here he finds himself blushing whenever you're near, the foolishness of adolescence seems to not be so far away than he originally thought. That much is easy enough to deduce when he catches himself purposefully snacking between schedules hoping it messes up the lip gloss you’ve painted so diligently on his lips, not enough to make it plainly obvious he’s trying to diminish your work, but just enough to have you rush over to him as soon as you spot that it’s smudged.

“Here, let me touch that up for you…” you speak so delicately each time, shuffling right towards him. Selfishly he likes this position better than when he’s sat in the seat for you, the mirrors reflection behind you reveals that you have to stand on tiptoes to even reach up to his lips for a better view. Even better than that; he leans down for you, eyes sitting level with yours and you’re so close that even this innocent act of reapplication feels intimate. There’s nowhere to turn but your face, an excuse to stare just a little longer into your eyes hoping you glance right back into his, wishing they’ll tell you what he’s too nervous to with words.

Taehyun counts himself lucky that he's a stoic personality, otherwise it might be obvious that his little soft spot for you grows each time you swipe a brush against his cheek or chuckles at a quip remark he's made as you reapply. It's a rather decent act he's parading, to pretend the cushioned plush of your palm against his cheeks doesn't make him falter. It all seems to be going so well for him until you scrunch your nose at him before a performance, swiping the cream with extra caution than what you usually exercise.

"You feeling okay today? Your skins a little more red than usual. Hope they're not overworking you in the practice rooms" you puff out laughter to imply it's not criticism but merely an observation. You would know, you spend most days monitoring his skin so closely you know each divot and line upon his face, much to the flutter of his heart.

"Oh, yeah I'm good, thanks. Probably just the beer I drank last night, sorry" he forces a smile back to you, you seem to be putting more effort in to the cover the blush of fuchsia dusting his cheeks than you have any other time you work with him.

But he won't tell you that you're the cause of it. That the alcohol is a cover for the fact you're so close he can feel the warmth of your breath as you exhale, the reason he’s blooming with color is you.

Beomgyu on the other hand recognises instantly the little white lie he's just sprouted, darting his head up from his phone to where Taehyun sits by the booth. He’d been with him the entire night before and not once had alcohol touched his lips so his has to see this with his own eyes, watching as the red stretches to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose. No, this was not an flush of the alcoholic kind, this was simply the nervous kind. The kind that so painstakingly blossoms because of one thing alone; a crush.

Beomgyu can’t help but smirk from the realisation, waiting until Taehyun catches it in the mirror and they lock eyes - a standoff until Taehyun knows all too well what lays behind that smile. It’s all mischief and nothing good for him.

Without words, the phone is locked in his pants and Beomgyu stands, prowling over to the station where you are still completing your work. Taehyun feels his heart punching his ribcage, anticipating the lips he knows are about to start moving and blabbering speech too closely resembling ratting him out.

“Wow, ynnie! You always do such a good job of making our tyun look pretty!” Beomgyu’s tone is sickly sweet, only just so that Taehyun knows the intention but you remain oblivious. You smile and laugh at that while Taehyun is practically withering inside, his shell might seem nonchalant, he breaks no sweat but he’s completely at Beomgyu’s mercy here. He scowls at him through the reflection, willing him to stop before he says something that can’t be taken back.

“Thank you, he hardly needs my help for that though, I only enhance what’s already there” you humbly reply and never catch how Beomgyu’s eyes widen in response, almost nudging Taehyun’s shoulder before realising that would jolt him and create more work for you.

Taehyun catches it though, of course. He’ll not give Beomgyu the satisfaction of a reaction but trust enough inside he’s levitating from your words. The sensible, logical corner of his brain shouts at him to remain calm, it’s simply a polite response that means absolutely nothing. You’d hardly call him hideous to his face but there’s that childish side niggling and begging attention to have him confront that you’d even consider him in the same conversation of attractiveness.

It makes him zone out the entire time you finish his makeup, missing all his favourite steps like when you have to lean over him to reach the brush you misplace every time, or when you take the clips out of his hair to have his bangs fall back over his forehead, adjusting them as you see fit across his face. The stark contrast of Beomgyu’s voice against the velvet of yours wake him up “my turn?”

“Yes, Beomgyu, your turn. Sit, I’ll start prepping” you chuckle as he boisterously clambers onto the seat next to you, wriggling eyebrows in Taehyun’s direction. Again he receives no response, just his friend deadpanning him for his playful jabs so he smirks at him, a devious plan hatching in his mind.

As soon as the base layer hits Beomgyu’s skin he’s humming in content, preening closer into your touch and sweetly adds “feels so nice, ynnie, your hands are so soft…” whining obscenely with each additional application of makeup. You think little of it, he must simply be in a good mood today but in the seat next to you, Taehyun is seething.

It’s in the details; on the outside he’s just as composed as ever, a statue of poise and equanimity but in the bylines he’s unravelling, fingers tapping profusely against his thigh, jaw clenching. He knows it’s a ploy, an attempt to pull a reaction from him and where he once thought he’s resistant against menial performances like that his friend is playing, the physical reactions his body is betraying him with tells that perhaps he feels a little more for you than he originally anticipated.

The thought of another man receiving the same satisfaction from your touch, teasing or not settles uncomfortably within him, as though he’s the only one that should receive such delight from you. He’s determined to be the only one; he sucks up the parade of Beomgyu’s compliments and moaning like a lemon in the mouth, sour and grateful to spit it out once you’re finished his makeup.

“Yn, can I speak to you for a moment?” Taehyun asks gently, prompting you towards the corner of the room with the clothing racks where it’s at least a little more private than the booth seating. Your eyes widen from surprise until you quickly reel it in and he regrets that he’s most probably caused you panic, you likely hardly expect this conversation to be anything good if he’s requesting seclusion but it’ll have to remain this way for a moment longer until he’s spoken what now needs to be said.

You courteously accept and make you way over, Taehyun following before feeling a clap to his back from Beomgyu, encouraging him with a hushed “go get your girl…” Taehyun dismissively shakes his head, a small smile upon his lips upon the realisation this was Beomgyu’s plan all along, to have him finally go after what he wants: you.

Instinctively you hide behind the clothing screens, if he’s to reprimand you for a shabby makeup job you’d rather not have witnesses to your embarrassment, your pulse rising as he steps in, his frame looming over you.

“If you don’t like how the makeup looks, I can redo it for you! I’m sorry if it’s not how you wanted it to come out-“ you’re a stuttering mess, spewing out nonsense just so he won’t have to feel so guilty explaining that your work isn’t up to standard today but he hushes you gently “-no, no, it’s nothing like that. You’ve done a great job, you always do. There’s just something I’d like to ask you, are you busy after your shift today?”

He’s casual and it settles you somewhat, so effortlessly collected as he plants his hands in his pockets as you ponder “not particularly…” you nervously chuckle, in truth you’d only planned to schedule in some training time for looks you’re less confident in creating, but it hardly seems right to admit your self doubt when you already feel so nervous under his gaze.

“Care to meet for a coffee? there’s one just round the corner so it’s not too far for you” he asks nonchalantly but inside he’s spiralling, has he come off too cool that it reflects he’s asking in a friendly way? Should he add some more depth into it and come off too strong? He’s truly clueless but you seem stunned all the same and he awaits on a knife’s edge until you warmly smile and nod “I’d like that, coffee sounds good”

Unknowingly you’re experiencing your own melt down inside, in all truth you’d always found Taehyun the most pleasant of his members, he’s calm in an inviting way, a curious mind to ponder the same questions you have for the world around you and sense of understanding similar to his. It certainly helps that he’s easy on the eyes too, your breath always hitches reaching in to catch a better glimpse of your work up close, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek to allow you to stare a little more unabashedly.

So the fact he’s asking you, of all people to meet casually outside of work makes your stomach do flips, was this even permitted in the fine print of your contract? Either way you’re elated, if nothing is to come of this at least you’ll get to spend even a moment longer in his company without having focus too much on work and more so on him.

“Great, I’ll meet you in the lobby after I’m finished here?” You nod again enthusiastically, tucking your hair behind your ears sheepishly with a small bow to dismiss him.

He’s about to, turning just before to add “to be clear, I’m asking you on a date. Is that okay?”

Both hearts stutter; his because he’s actually finally admitted not just to himself but to you also that the feelings he’s wrestled with for weeks now have weight, that his crush on you is not wavering in the way he initially thought it would. It’s remained firm, only increasing with each time you get close. Each time you touch his face with such tenderness he pretends you’re already his.

And yours; because truly you don’t believe someone as handsome and intuitive as Taehyun has honed into you, out of the hundreds of members of staff on his team you are the one he wants to know deeper. You’d be foolish to refuse him now “that’s more than okay, Taehyun…”

You smile just as brightly as the day you first stumbled into the dressing room, reminding him precisely of the moment his heart decided it desires company. Resisting the temptation to finally press his lips against yours, something he dreams of each time you apply gloss to his lips with the brush wishing it was your lips instead, he nods favourably, stepping back out from behind the screens, leaving you now with pink settling on your cheeks.

There’s always time for that to come, perhaps in the quiet corner of the coffee shop where no one cares to pay attention to, or perhaps on the deserted street as he drops you home. Either way the thought of your lips keeps his feet moving forward in that direction, the memory of something yet to happen; your first kiss.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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Hello! could I request a threesome taehyun x beomgyu x reader smut please? Thank you!

hey anon!!! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა I just posted something real close to your request here!!

hope it’s close to what you were thinking of ty sm for requesting!!🫶

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hey hey i love your works! could i please request an established poly taehyun, beomgyu and reader smut please? maybe one where beomgyu is kind of under the weather because he saw some hate on his recent live and taehyun and reader come to his hotel room to make him feel loved again

𝑆𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸˗ˏˋ✉︎ˎˊ

C.BG x K.TH

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you always treat your boyfriends fairly because you love them both so, although sometimes one requires a little more of your love…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established poly relationship (they share a girlfriend), insecurities(gyu is feeling down), comfort, smut, groping, kissing, dirty talk, lots of pet name, lots of praise, lots of whimpering(please help me gyu whimpering is so hot), gyu cries (awe), dom!taehyun, sub!beomgyu, voyerism?(idk they are all in a relationship so…), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m.rec), aftercare

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.7k

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ I made the dynamic that gyu and tyun share reader as a girlfriend purely because I'm personally not confident enough to write member x member so I hope that's okay anon!!!🫶 they are technically all still in the relationship though so yeah it's pretty close!! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

"Tyun, is weverse playing up again?" You pout, tapping at your phone screen with knuckles since your hands are preoccupied, makeup staining your fingertips where you've wiped away stray mascara falling past your lashes. The damn thing had been stuttering for a while but the pure black that's replaced Beomgyu's face is glaringly offensive.

"It has... but I don't think that's why he ended the live" had you missed him bidding goodbye? You don't think so, but Taehyun seems to know something you don't, voice levelled and composed behind you as he shuffles upright from where he was perched against the headboard, typing words into his phone you cannot read from the desk.

You lean back, concerned for what he's not telling you and Taehyun barely needs prompt that you wish to know.

"There were some... less than polite comments coming through" you scrunch your brows at that, puzzled as to why; the live was only Beomgyu relaxing against the couch in his hotel room, winding down after a concert and he'd only been on air for twenty minutes but you trust Taehyun enough to accurately account for what he had seen in the comment section.

"I'm gonna go check on him, carry on getting ready" Taehyun states as he lifts up, working his way around the bed frame and towards the door, but the last thing on your mind now is going out. You'd planned a night walk around the city with Beomgyu and Taehyun, exploring new streets and simply spending time with them on tour since you don't know the next time you'll be able to come along with them. Yet now unease festers in your gut, you both know Beomgyu's tendency to lock away those serious feelings, a tender sonder in which he gets lost in, and if left alone too long he compartmentalises those thoughts all by himself and that just won't do.

"No way, I'm coming too" discarding the task you had been preoccupied with before, you stand with conviction to also be present for your boyfriend. After all, it's your duty to make sure those somber thoughts don't drown out what matters to him.

You and Taehyun make your way in the elevator to Beomgyu's floor, both shuffling feet impatiently waiting for the doors to swing open. For each tour stop you'd been equally dividing your time between their rooms but it appears Beomgyu might need you a little more than Taehyun does right now, you suspect you'll have to keep him company tonight instead, not that you presume Taehyun will mind much, he's just as concerned as you are. When you finally reach the right floor he allows you out first, following closely behind until you're both stood outside his door. A sharp knock and you both hold your breathes, preparing for how he'll appear when you open the door.

It's a shock to the both of you - but he looks... fine. Not sullen or withdrawn, yet neither satisfied. Just neutral. Beomgyu breaks the silence for the three of you.

"Oh, you guys all ready?" In a tick the corners of his mouth raise into a small smile - but just a second too late because you've already seen what's lying underneath, the pensive contemplation on his features he took took long to hide.

"Not really, we're coming to check in on you" Taehyun observes as you both step inside his room, a few snack packets scattered but nothing unusual. His phone is still propped against the table, the same angle from the live.

"I just ended... I'll be ready soon" there's the infliction in his tone you've been anticipating, the drop off as though he's reserving what it is he really wishes to say so you snap towards his direction, watching as he reaches into his suitcase to prepare appropriate clothing to go out "what were the comments that made you end early?"

Perhaps you shouldn't have been so direct, treaded a little more carefully but his omission is frustrating you, you just wish he'd be a little more honest with the two of you, if something bothers him that's what you're here for.

His fingers pause their search between clothes, stilling for a brief moment before muttering under his breath "...you don't need to know"

There's layers to his admission; you've always known Beomgyu to be a protector, to shield you from the ugly knowledge of his profession whereas Taehyun is always a little more direct. Where Beomgyu hides the full extent of it because he knows it'll only upset you, Taehyun makes space to feel, it's not something you wish to change between the both of them - fundamentally it's who they are, but right now you just need a little more honesty from Beomgyu, you can feel what he's reserving even without it being spoken.

"Of course I do. You know I don't like it when you hide things, Beomgyu. You know we're here for you so use us" you fold your arms, gently chiding him - a soft smile reappears on his face at that.

"I know. Thank you" he resumes, collecting the clothes and folding them upon the bed "you guys hungry? I searched up a few restaurants that sound good-"

"-You think we're still going out? After that?" Taehyun asks, closing the phone down still open on the table; he knows those comments won't so easily leave his consciousness, no matter how much he tries to dismiss, the paused chat log still displayed before he had locked it confirmed that for Taehyun.

Beomgyu glances towards you, wide eyed and an ever so slight pout you catch him making your way as he looks at you all dolled up, makeup sitting on your features "you look so pretty... it'd be a waste to stay here all night"

You coo, he looks so defeated, energy depleted but willing to make it work for you since you'd been so excited to go out with them both. Though now all you want is to make him content again, the way he had been before he read those damn comments - whatever they had been. You'll show him how to ignore them one way or another.

As though Taehyun could telepathically read your mind, he steps away from the table to approach you slowly, like a predator would prey but with more intention than that, he won't devour you tonight - he'll leave that for Beomgyu. That doesn't stop his hand from circling around your jaw as he towers behind you, caressing your arm with soft strokes, presenting you like a gift.

"She is, isn't she..." Taehyun confirms, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting but never kissing, its soft all the same so you hum in content, it catches Beomgyu's attention.

He gulps at the sight he looks up at, your eyes fluttering shut from Taehyun's touch and leaning back against him, his fingers dancing over your exposed stomach. The little cropped shirt you wear does little to hide you but that's okay, Taehyun is slowly bunching it up to your shoulders anyway, revealing your cute, laced bra.

"The real waste would be to leave her waiting all night, don't you think?" The way they speak as though you are just a pretty little doll for their amusement has you bubbling over with desire, the craving settling so low in your gut you feel yourself clench around nothing.

"...right" Beomgyu is hypnotised, honed into how Taehyun slips a hand under your bra, kneading the mounds of your breasts and thumbing over your buds. They turn to peaks in a mere brush, feening into the touch that has you softly whining for more. But Taehyun moves so slowly, so intentionally because this is nothing more than a performance for Beomgyu, a way to keep him from all other thoughts and it appears to be working already.

From your angle rested on Taehyun's shoulder, you can see Beomgyu's pants tighten, constricting against his crotch yet no intent to even palm himself, far too captivated by what he sees in front of him. There's not even a lick of his mischievous steak surfacing, usually he'd be whining to have his turn with you but he stands speechless, enthralled watching as Taehyun slips your shirt and bra off for an unobstructed view.

"Don't you want to play with me, Beomie?..." You purr and it sends a shiver across his spine and settles into his abdomen, a searing yearning that has his throat going dry at the prospect.

"...s'not my night to have you..." he dismisses with a sunken heart, plainly obvious his head is the one speaking because his body is reacting differently. His fingertips twitch at his sides, longing to reach out and touch as Taehyun is, slipping a hand under your shorts now until they drop to the floor and leave you only clad in matching lace panties to the bra that's also discarded somewhere. Beomgyu is trying to behave, to respect the arrangement in your relationship no matter how the compulsion for you tugs the strings inside him, a marionette battling against an innate desire.

But he's far too hazed to see that both you and Taehyun are giving permission for this, permitting for him to receive an inch more of your love right now because he so desperately needs it "she's offering so nicely, Beomgyu. You're not going to refuse her are you?"

You gasp when you feel the pad of Taehyun's thumb nudge at your clit, winding circles as you stutter against him, gripping his forearm for stability. From his place beside the bed you hear Beomgyu's breath hitch "fuck - no. Need you, baby..."

There's a rush of fulfilment to finally hear him admit what he wants, to have the verbal confirmation that he'll let you heal him and instantaneously you wish to be by his side. Taehyun feels it and retracts his hand, a swift slap to your ass and a peck to your head as he sends you off "go ahead, love"

You prance towards Beomgyu who awaits you with open palms, wrapping an arm around your waist as you jump up to reach his lips, reeling him in with an amorous kiss. He's usually one to lead but you feel the slight resistance that begs of you to control the pace, slipping your tongue along his bottom lip in a plea to be let in. He does so with pleasure, swiping tongues in slow rhythm that has him whining down your throat, swallowing each little noise he makes. Gently you guide him back onto the bed, letting him settle with his back against the headboard as you climb onto his lap, resting thighs on either side of his.

"Touch her..." Taehyun softly commands, not controlling the exchange but directing in the undertone of it, placing himself against the chair at the desk facing the bed; an observer to the scene. Beomgyu is more than pleased to comply, gliding palms along your stomach and up to your breasts, mimicking Taehyun's past actions of grasping and massaging your flesh and tweaking your buds between fingertips.

"So soft..." Beomgyu praises when you simper, you hold the back of his hands that explore your body and even though he needs no direction you can't help but grip the digits that engulf you, so much larger than your own it makes your tummy flip. Beginning a slow rut against his pelvis, his whimper from the additional friction vibrates his throat so viciously you feel it from where you sit upon him, spurring you to move a little more vivaciously.

"Sound so pretty, Beomie, such a good boy" your own praise travels straight to his cock, you feel him twitch against your core as more mewls slip out of him and he nods eagerly, desperate to receive more of your attention; to have you recognise his compliancy for you. All of it has you grinding down against his hard length, so hot and heavy you can feel him even past his trousers and your panties.

"Both so needy..." Taehyun playfully berates though his own hand is beginning to stroke over his clothed crotch in the same cadence your hips move to, replicating the euphoria he knows Beomgyu feels under you to the best of his ability. Beomgyu looks up to you with stars in his eyes as though you placed them there, harking Taehyun's words true; he's pleading for more without ever using his voice and you know so, fiddling with the waist band to his pants and shuffling them off from under you. His breath hitches when you tug his boxers down next, spitting into the palm of your hand as you begin to stroke him.

"Nghhh... so good…" Beomgyu's moaning to how leisurely your wrist flicks up and down on his length, letting him feel every inch of your movements and his noises only grow when Taehyun speaks up once more, still replicating your actions on himself.

"That good already? You're not even inside her yet" Beomgyu bucks up into your hand from the reminder, now frantic to have your cunt swallow him but you rest a palm against his cheek oh so tender.

"Shhh...there's time, baby. Let me make you feel good" he nuzzles into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut and succumbing to the bliss.

"...won't last" there's little bashfulness in his tone and more truth and you can tell, where usually he'd talk himself up and promise you his full endurance he appears small beneath you, not in posture but in spirit and it breaks you. You're starting to gather the nature of the comments he received because he's shrinking himself to their will. But that's why you're here, to remind him just how special he is.

"Just relax, Gyu. Let her take care of you" you nod in agreement, pulling your panties aside and nudging him up to your entrance, a breathless gasp past his lips as soon as his tip makes contact. And as soon as you begin to sink down on him with gazing eyes as his length disappears inside you, he throws his head back until it knocks the headboard, a cry ripping from his throat, tangible pleasure infectiously spreading into his nerves.

You make your own whines from the sensation of him filling your walls, stretching you out with each inch until he bottoms out.

"-I...fuck - so tight..."

His fingertips grasp your hips with searing sting, securing you in place so he can acclimate to the sensation of you constricting around him.

"Gonna move, okay?" You rest a hand on his shoulder for steadiness, feeling the need to ask permission since he's submissively fawning to each and every touch. He's nodding despite his grip on your hips never loosening, holding you as you begin to lift up sluggishly and drop back down, languid tempo that still has his eyes reeling behind lids.

"How does she feel?" Taehyun is now slipping hands underneath his own slacks to palm himself unobstructed, locked into to how you bounce on Beomgyu's lap and each little sound that slips from your lips.

"Warm... so warm - s-so gooddd-"  whimpering again profusely and unable to contain himself, you interlock fingers with his that still sit upon your hips, connecting in every little way you can think so he feels your presence.

"So handsome, Beomie. Deserve the world, beautiful boy" you rasp through lidded gaze.

The more you grind down and the more your sweet words reach his ears tears begin to prick in his eyes, collecting so feebly along his lash line until they spill over, shakily inhaling. You reconnect your hand to his face, affectionately thumbing each tear away as he stares up at you utterly infatuated. Each inch of devotion you give him more enchanted by you.

"Baby... you okay? Need me to stop?" You halt briefly but his hands redirect your hips for you, holding you in place so he can thrust up inside you forcefully, catching you completely off guard but you welcome the sting from how deep he reaches, nudging against your cervix.

"God, no, please!...don't stop..." Beomgyu prattles mindlessly, lucid thoughts a distant memory because all he knows now is the delicious compression of your cunt around him. Taehyun fares a little better because his hand is the vessel of memory for being inside you, except he remembers every little detail; how you cling to him with each plunge he makes and his pace sets to that alone, stroking himself from base to tip with increased rate. A few of his own little moans wind up spewing without constraint, unwilling to glance away from you in the height of your euphoria.

Your head lulls each time Beomgyu drills into you, allowing him the control while he still can, though you can tell he won't last much longer, his eyes are glazed over not from tears anymore but the instinctive drive to succumb.

"Cum inside, you've earned it" Taehyun instructs, voice grunted as he approaches his own end, tugging his cock a little more swiftly. Even so, Beomgyu glances to you for approval, of course you're more than happy to oblige so you smile and whisper "cum, Beomie..."

It's like the final missing puzzle piece slots into place with your approval even though he's done this a thousand times, but your verbal command sends him reeling into himself, stammering pace until he's spilling into you. Unadulterated sobbing, trembling underneath you as he lunges forward, wrapping around you until you're chest to chest and your skin absorbs each little whimper of his. Your insides flood from warmth not just from his cum filling you up but from your own sensation of the coil snapping, convulsing around him as you do and setting him into slight overstimulation. He makes no attempt to shift you off though, just shuddering against you as you hold him back, stroking softly up and down his back to his content.

"Did so well, baby" you praise a final time, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head before turning your attention to Taehyun, currently loosing himself to the overwhelming reach towards orgasm.

"My turn, love. Be a good girl and swallow, huh?" He stands slowly, stalking over until he's beside you, immediately locking fingers into your hair as he guides you towards his cock. You wrap lips around him and a hand to his hip to slowly guide him forward more. Beomgyu still clings to you, reluctant to move but you have just enough space to give the attention back to Taehyun, sucking to the tempo you know helps him reach completion.

His hold on your hair tightened as does the way he thrusts forward, the warmth of your mouth and the saliva wrapping around him leads to a sudden release, groaning a pitch lower than Beomgyu but they both sound as harmonious to you. His seed floods you mouth and you swallow around him like the good girl he told you that you are, drawing more of those groans from him in the process and you reel knowing you're the one to pull them from him.

Gradually he lets go of your strands, petting through them as he does so you feel his appreciation and support, leaning down to plant a small kiss to both you and Beomgyu's foreheads, pulling slacks up to kneel beside the bed.

"I'll clean her up, get some rest. I'll bring her back" not that he wishes to leave Beomgyu in the fragility of the aftermath of everything, but he can see the weakness as you try to hold yourself up right in his lap still, allowing you the grace to lift up yourself. Beomgyu whines as you let him slip out but he knows it's for the best, resting back against the backboard of the bed as Taehyun supports your arm and walks you to the bathroom.

There, he delicately wipes you down with a damp rag, smoothing between your thighs where Beomgyu's cum dribbles down your leg and the corners of your mouth where his own had spilled. By the time he's done, you resemble the perfect little doll you once were, like butter wouldn't melt and the shirt he passes you so you aren't bare places you a little more put together. A shirt he's sure he stole from Beomgyu anyway so you sit upon both of their shelves, not just for decoration because you're far too precious to the both of them.

You thank Taehyun with a softhearted kiss, resting lips in gentle embrace before retreating back into the room with him in tow.

Your eyes fall to Beomgyu, slightly slouched against the sheets in his exhaustion and feel your heart swell from the sight, not only had he dealt with comments that wrenched his insides but he'd also performed a set in-front of thousands for hours not too long ago, he deserved to sleep more than anything. Still, you slip in beside him, settling right against him with your head hung against his shoulder. You hadn't expected him to notice since his chest falls laboured the same way it does when he's deep in slumber, but you feel him tug you closer, slotting you under his arm with a contented hum on his lips, though never lifting lids and you'd rather he didn't.

He knows you're here. That's all that matters.

You look though, towards Taehyun who watches with his own satisfaction, two people he loves dearly soothing each other. There's only one thing missing; him. Opening your palm in invite, he takes it to crawl in next to you, encasing an arm of his own over you until the sheets render useless for you; you have your own blanket, in the form of your two loving boyfriends.

"Rest well you two" Taehyun murmurs sleepily, a yawn as he finally lets his eyes close.

You wouldn't change this for the world, not as the three of you lull softly into the land of comatose, tangled with love as the binding string between you.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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So more wolf beomgyu when….?👀 no rush I just realy enjoyed

YES don’t worry he’s returning I already have a few ideas! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I just feel that I shot myself in the foot with that fic cause I stuffed a few wolf tropes in there already so I feel like I’ll be repeating too much - leaning towards reader dealing with his first rut, but lmk if there’s anything specific you’d like to see!! -`♡´-

I’ll most probably start it soon I’ve got a few request I’m working on and a few in my inbox (don’t worry guys I’ll get to them all just be a lil patient with me!!!) ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ

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so... you have a ao3 mayhaps ?

so… I actually don’t I’m so sorry to disappoint😭 If im being so transparent I don’t actually have a lot of knowledge of ao3 ahah I have only ever read a handful of fics there since I mostly use tumblr…

perhaps it’s something I should look into in the future tho that sounds fun ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

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Could I ask for werewolf Beomgyu with a vampire girlfriend, fluff, smut or angst whatever you want but maybe he gets upset when he smells another werewolf on reader

𝐵𝐿𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑊𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸 ⋆ཋྀ

C.BG

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: as an age old vampire, you smell blood, not scents like your wolf of a boyfriend, so how was you supposed to know you’d come home smelling of another wolf and the consequences of such?…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established relationship, NSFW, minors do not interact, angst, comfort, a whole lot of werewolf tropes, biting, blood drinking, marking, smut, no prep, unprotected sex, clothed sex, rough sex, manhandling, mean dom!gyu (he’s rough with reader but she’s a vamp so it’s all comparative strength), multiple orgasms, orgasm denial?, multiple creampie, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink, slight aftercare

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.8k

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ YES anon werewolf gyu im a huge believer of this like yes our bear is also so dog coded!! tried to put a little bit of angst, smut and comfort i this so i hope its good!! ᰔᩚ

the melancholy concept was quite literally perfect for this too he’s never been so wolf coded than he was that day ugh ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

You ask yourself constantly what exactly brought you to this very moment. What twist of fate occurred in the sands of times hourglass to make you fall into the lap of this frantic werewolf?

But somehow Beomgyu has wriggled himself into the deepest depths of your cold heart.

It's not like you. You've been a solitary creature for as long as you can remember. You've seen decades come and go like leaves blowing in the wind, each one passing you by all alone but now you're apart of a pack; a family-as he calls it. At first you couldn't fathom how he'd allowed you in so easily, it's not entirely typical behaviour for a wolf pack to allow a being such as yourself in at all, let alone without protest.

Your kind and his don't exactly... mingle amicably. In fact it would be fair to surmise that you two should hate the guts of each other, he'd have been raised to despise filthy leeches such as yourself and you've been around long enough to be wary of mutts. And yet somehow the two of you are drawn to each other, like magnets with opposing poles that attract. Polarising forces that just can't be ripped apart.

It's ultimately the reason you spend most of your time now in Beomgyu's bed with him curled up beside you. Any time you aren't at your job (blood sucking unfortunately won't pay all your bills), you're wrapped up in his sheets, most times with him buried so deep inside your cunt it feels as though he's splitting you in half. While you're both slender and built for agility, the wolf in him makes him run a little...larger. He's not even the tallest of his pack and he's still over a full head height above you.

So naturally, he's bigger in every sense of the word. He engulfs your frame entirely and when he's pounding into you and tears are streaming down your face from the sheer size of him, he's whispering filth into your ear because he enjoys the control he has over you...

...

"C'mon, baby, I know you can take me" mockingly cooing as you cry out, licking away your salt tears while you grip the sheets with white knuckles.

...

"S-so fucking tiny!" His hands encompass over every inch of your hips, gritting through his teeth, whining but you know he's elated from how you writhe trying to accommodate his size "Pussy's gripping me so tight, can barely move!"

...

"See that? How you're stretching just to make me fit? Y'want it just as bad as I do, baby"

...

Other times you spend, still wrapped up tightly with him on the mattress as you watch over him sleeping, his heavy breathing turns to soft chest falls in his slumber and you're enamoured by it. The way his diaphragm expands to accommodate the air he's inhaling and passing it back out lets you know he's alive beside you, a heart pumping so loudly you hear his blood rushing through his veins, drumming in your ears. It brings you solace you never thought you'd get from something living, but it might just be your favourite sound you've encountered in your many years of solitude; the rhythmic thump thump of your lovers heart as he lays beside you.

You don't need to sleep the way he does, so you spend the time replicating his serenity, observing it on the features of his face; how his long lashes flutter against his cheeks in dreaming, the way his rose tinted, plush lips puff out occasionally and how you long to kiss them but you shouldn't. You should let him rest. Instead you ghost your fingertips across his jaw and down his neck, collecting his warmth not because you need it but because it's his and you've come to cherish everything that comes along with loving him.

Either way it's where he likes you best, his sheets imprint his scent all over you and he does so too, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and everywhere he can reach. He simply won't allow you to leave without his smell latched onto you, a piece of him wherever you go as a claim. He's not your protector, you do a perfectly fine job of that by yourself, but it's innately in him to assume the role anyway. It's the wolf in him to protect what's his.

At first it was bewildering to you, while your own senses are heightened beyond that of a human it's driven mostly by blood, you can sense it below the skin while it's still flowing through your prey down to its type; O is a classically strong scent but you have a sweet tooth, by far your favourite is A, exactly the type flooding Beomgyu's veins.

But for a person themselves to have a smell? Well that's an entirely new concept for you. There's even unique pack smells that they've imprinted onto you, as if it wasn't obvious enough which you belonged to with Beomgyu's scent clinging to you like a second skin.

Now you might even say you're captivated by it, enamoured with how infatuated he is with you and scenting you. Whether he's nudging his face or body into you or locking you closely to his side if you go out together, lacing his fingers between yours at all times, you're besotted with him and each of his little inclinations. Your little wolf; whose impulses lead him to linger around you, a raw, animalistic urge to always have physical proximity with his mate. There isn't a moment that passes where he isn't touching you in some capacity, it's never enough because he always craves more and more of you.

You never anticipated just how addictive he'd make the affection he gives to you, never thought that you; who spent all of you life previously without the touch of a lover would be fawning into the arms of anyone, let alone a wolf. You just can't help it, he loves you so fiercely that you wonder why it's taken you so long to find him, perhaps your heart was waiting for him unknowingly, willing him into existence.

He feels the same for you, possibly more so because of the way wolves bond with their mates so whenever you weren't around he quickly found himself overwrought and distressed. Kai had told you once that he'd hear howling and whimpering from Beomgyu's room into the early hours, agitated and inconsolable simply because you were too far.

You understood the sorrow, you found him in places unexpected when you were away working or hunting. It's reckless to suck the blood of people in your city where it's easier to pin to you so you travel, but the moon always sits full in the sky and you know he's out there with his pack, running through the dense forests in wolf form and it gives you at least a little comfort. It helps ground him, with paws in the dirt it gives him an outlet for his anguish.

It was always a little more difficult for you on full moons because of this, while he found proclivity in his fur and claws, you braced the long night alone like you once always were. It was much emptier after knowing his love though, so you'd cuddle up to the wolf plush you'd purchased simply because it reminds you of him, awaiting his return.

It's when he changed back into human form all of his heartbreak would return and he'd be pining for you once more. That was when he'd asked for you to join the pack and live with them in their apartment so that he'd never have to be apart from you for so long. You may be a vampire but they saw how enamoured Beomgyu is with you; at the end of it all, a mate is everything to a wolf so they had little complaint, welcomed you in cordially.

You've never once felt cold, despite your skin being frost bitten to the touch; your blood doesn't pump throughout your body anymore so there's no fire to light inside you, but he makes you yearn for his warmth. He runs hotter than anyone you've known before, probably because he's wolf and you've only ever interacted with humans, but it's as though he's always at boiling point, there's a tiny singe of burn whenever you first touch because of it but you welcome it, let his heat envelop you.

He leans into your chill too. There's occasions when he needs it. Seasonal rut is a tumultuous time for a wolf, they tend to lock themselves away in their room they've made a den and spend the next few days waning out the instinctual desire to breed. Beomgyu is no different.

He barely leaves his sheets because he's feverishly hot to the touch, sweat dripping from every inch of his body and a whole lot of panting. It concerned you at first, to see him so sickly he looks seconds away from deaths door but he reassures you that it's normal, no matter how dire it looks, that it's something every wolf goes through twice a year.

His chest heaves violently, low growls emanate from deep within his diaphragm whenever you shift even an inch away from him. It's agony for you to part from him when he's in rut, whimpering wildly when you inevitably have to get up for water or whatever necessities he needs. All he wants is your bare skin against his, trapped underneath him where he can have you as many times as he possibly can. He detests you leaving his den, he trusts his pack with his life but with his mate is another matter. He'd rip their heads off for even looking at you because if there's one thing you've learned from being with a wolf; never underestimate just how possessive they get with their mates.

He knows the only thing that's on their minds right now because it's the only thing in his: to breed. He knows they can smell how ripe and delicious you are, how dizzyingly fertile the scent you're giving off is because it's driving him fucking insane.

You man not be wolf but your pheromones are still just as potent because he's bonded to you, the intensity of everything wracks up tenfold. The only thing that can ease his suffering is you. Not just because he needs to be inside you constantly, thrusting into your cunt and spilling hot cum into your womb over and over because it's the only thing that can satiate him. But because your cold skin helps to take the edge off the scorching temperature of his body.

It's the only remedy when he's eventually worn himself out after hours of breeding you, sticky from the perspiration sizzling against your skin since you don't sweat and he's lapping the cold up like a man dying of thirst. With his long, shaggy locks soaked and clasping to his neck, you brush through them with iced fingertips against his scalp and feel the deep vibrations of rumbles in his throat, a wolf's version of purring.

By the end of his rut you smell so intensely of him, inside and out that the other boys are wary of you for weeks, Yeonjun and Taehyun keep their distance to curb the overprotective claim Beomgyu has over you and Soobin and Kai avoid you altogether. It's best that way, Beomgyu tends to be snappy if anyone is within a ten meter radius of you while he acclimates back into his regular schedule.

It's not all take with Beomgyu though, in-fact he probably gives more to you than you could ever repay; he allows you to feed from him. You don't have the requirement for food every day like he does, once a month is perfectly healthy to sustain you, but when you are hungry it's ravenous.

One month you overlapped a little too far with feeding and he witnessed how hunger pulls you apart, sunken eyes and twitching violently until he couldn't take it any more, begging to let you relieve yourself and drink from him. At first you declined, you never wanted to blur the lines between lover and food but he eventually managed to convince you; 'you allow me to fulfil my needs in rut, what's the point if I can't help you too' he pleaded so sweetly and you felt too weak and drained to argue, and from the first sip of his blood you were addicted.

He places you in his lap and tilts his head for you, observing how his veins thud against the column of his neck is salivating, latching your fangs down into his skin as delicately as you can. He hisses at first contact but settles down rather quickly once you start gulping down the warm, crimson liquid that coats your throat so delectably. The more you swallow, the slower his heart rate becomes and although you never drink anywhere close to deathly levels its mellows him just so, he turns from a hyperactive wolf to a placid lap dog in your arms.

He produces slightly more blood than humans so it's always a full meal by the time you're finished, he always falls asleep with his head tucked into your shoulder as you cradle him, allowing him the time he needs to recover and recount his blood levels. It's so peaceful like this, his soft breathing tickles your neck the same way his shaggy hair does while you pet him affectionately in his slumber.

As soon as he arises he's your playful, loving Beomgyu once more, kissing along your neck in replication of where you drank from him. To him, he sees it as your own, vampiric way of staking your claim on him, guzzling his blood down not just purely because you're required to but because it creates a tether between the two of you, binding your souls together and that's a feeling he understands all too well. It's written into his genetic code, ingrained in his bones to bond so deeply with you, to fiercely devote to you for the remainder of his life so he'd have you drink from him every day if his blood levels allowed.

Anything to have you needing him the same way he does for you, fore you are his and he is yours.

So you should have known better.

You should have known giving a passing hug to a colleague as you left the bar would only spell disaster.

It's not as though you invited it, you're not one for physical affection usually, especially if it's not Beomgyu but when one of the new bartenders pulls you tightly in his arms to see you off from your shift, you don't feel the need to shove him away and create a scene. It doesn't miss you how irregular the behaviour is though; you barely know this man and it's hardly common occurrence for your other colleagues to send each other off in such a way, but he's no threat to you, whatever ulterior motive he may have. The slimey grin he sports when he pulls back twinges you repulsed, you've know a thousand men like him in your years.

One's who are only after the singular thing you harbor between your legs but he'll have to look elsewhere for that. He'd be entirely moronic to pick a fight with you and expect to win.

So truly, how could you have possibly known the little secret he harbours without the nose to smell it like Yeonjun can? As you step through the front door to the pack house you feel a gloom in the atmosphere, a heavy cloud and as you set your bag down you hear a low grumbling sound from behind the kitchen counter, almost a hiss and just as you're about to investigate Yeonjun is stood before you, face rigid and not with the usual placidity you're use to seeing from him.

"Why do you smell like that?" His brows are knitted, scowling, crossing his arms over his chest and you feel dejected for a moment. You pinch your shirt and bring it to your nose for a hint of whatever it is he seems to smell. You don't perspire, had you forgot to put fragrance on before you left?

"Like what?" You ask dumbfoundly when you can't detect anything.

"Like filthy wolf..." in any another circumstance you're sure you'd scoff and chuckle from his irony, but he's grimacing like this is no laughing matter and you foolishly realise all too well what he's implying too late.

That hug. Your new colleague; he must be wolf.

Perhaps that's why he clung to you in the embrace, could smell Beomgyu on you and wished to supplant his scent with his own, wanting to claim you instead. Either way it hardly matters now; you have a riled up wolf staring you down as though he wants to bite.

"Fuck... where's Beomgyu?" There's dread in your voice, if he was here to catch a whiff of you he'd go ballistic, you shudder to know what he'd do with the scent of another wolf clung to you and unfortunately your question is soon answered.

"Right here..."

A deep, guttural growl you barely recognise, vibrating the very walls surrounding you as they begin to feel as though they're caving in. You peer over Yeonjun's shoulder and the sight makes you want to shrink back. He's watching you, glowering down at you through thick lashes and furred brows, no longer gleaming auburn but jet black, pure obsidian.

Beomgyu looks as though he wants to tear you apart.

"Get here. Now" teeth snarling, the saliva he's copiously producing frothing in his mouth; the undistllled fury poisoning his veins that you can smell in his blood. He's not shouting, nor screaming but he's imploring you with potency far more commanding so you cautiously step closer. You don't wish to poke the beast any more than you already have. The closer you get the louder the rumbling reverberates, the source so far in his chest he's producing it in his diaphragm, vibrations you hadn't even known possible for him to produce.

And when you're an inch away you barely catch when his hand snaps around your wrist, crushing so intensely you're sure it would break if you were human. He speaks not a word to you as he drags you back to your den, slamming the door closed with you against it so roughly you feel the grooves of the wood dig into your back.

"Beomgyu, I can expl-"

"-Shut the fuck up" he gnarls, pinning your hands above you head, nailing them to the door with a strength you don't know if you'd be able to overpower and it terrifies you. Not because you truly believe Beomgyu means to harm you but because he's enraged beyond anything you've ever seen, you hear how furiously his hearts thudding against his ribcage, his veins protruding against his temple and down his neck, sounding as though he's seconds away from cardiac arrest.

He plunges his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling so intensely all the while still growling like a feral dog. You suppose he is right now. When he whips his head up there's a tick of change in his eyes, ever so slightly you can barely tell it's there but they catch the reflecting lamplight slightly more.

You can only hope he smells that it's only skin deep, that it was only a fleeting encounter with this other mutt and not whatever scenario his mind is conjuring up right now. He must do because he tilts his head in asking "why the fuck do you smell like this?"

It's less guttural but his teeth are still clenched, demanding you answer.

"Gyu, I swear I had no idea! It's this new bartender, he hugged me after my shift ended and I knew it was weird but I never knew he was wolf..." his eyes study you, searching for any indication of falsehood but you stare right back at him, pleading for him to heed you.

He knows you, he knows your ticks and when you're lying and this isn't it. The scent is surface level, glaringly revolting but shallow nonetheless. Deep down he knows you'd never betray him, you've bonded far too endlessly for that but the smell of another wolf sets alight to instincts beyond his control; you know this.

"You're mine" he implores huskily, all grit and gravel as he bites centimetres from your face.

"I'm yours, gyu..." you softly remind as his lips attach to your neck, teeth scratching your skin and he thinks he understands the desire you have to latch down and gulp, right now he wants nothing more than to consume you wholly, drink you up as you do to him because he knows the feeling of drifting in the space of lucidity of the one you belong to.

It's absolute intoxication and that's what he needs of you now.

"Not leaving this room until you smell only of me..." words barely audible because he's murmuring deep into your skin, dragging open mouth kisses against your collarbone while his body rolls against yours with fiery vehement.

He releases your hands purely so he can gather you in his arms, throw you to the bed and pounce on top of you, leaning himself between your thighs. When you wrap your legs around his hips it leaves him just enough space to tug his trousers and boxers down, apathetic towards your skirt and panties because he's far too desperate, roughly tugging them aside to ram his cock inside your cunt.

"nghhhh...fuck.... gyu!" You squeal from the intrusion; he's huge and with no foreplay you find the sting ravage you. He's giving you no time to adjust either, just merciless pummelling repeatedly, shoving you further down into the mattress.

"Hush...you can take it" his hand snaps to cup your jaw, angling you for his lips once more to place a thousand more wet kisses wherever he can reach, nose nudging just below your ear. It's all teeth and tongue and you could swear it's drawing blood, canines scratching and biting to lap back up with the wet muscle. He's never been quite so vigorous when marking you, it must look worse than when you're done feeding from him, two pin pricks whereas this is an onslaught. But it's as he says, you can take it.

Your hands claw under his shirt, finding perchance digging into every inch of his back and shoulders you can reach and he allows so purely because it's skin contact, an entanglement of limbs and bodies where his fingertips pierce into their hold on your jaw and thighs. With bruising speed he's gracing you with no time to recover after each ruthless thrust, you're whimpering unbridled while he's all guttural grunts and he's not talking you through any of it as he usually does, that sweet voice that praises you simply doesn't exist in this moment and sickly it makes you gush to see him so domineering.

There's no warning when he pushes himself into your depths to finish, hips slamming so savagely you wouldn't be surprised if it bruised, he's entirely engrossed in pumping his cum straight into your womb that he couldn't care for much else; how your nails rake scarlet lines across his back, scarlet drops seeping through.

You shudder beneath him, there's finally pause in his movements. For just a brief moment you think he's satiated himself until he's reeling back and thrusting inside you once more, pace swifter but shallower because he's fighting with the overstimulation.

"...ba-baby - please..."

He ignores your plea. If it's truly too much for you he'll know about it, but you're permitting this. You'd showcase even an inch of your raw vampiric strength, thrash him off but instead you're clinging to him, he knows this is exactly where you want to be.

Good. Because he doesn't stop until he's pumping another load of cum into you, his tip stuffing it up against your cervix, as deep as he can get. His grunting steadily increases, puffing it straight into your neck as his hands clutch your waist to hold himself steady.

This must be it, he's exhausted himself because although he has increased stamina to that of a human, he's given himself no breaks in between his orgasms and no chance for you to even reach yours with the inconsistent pace. So truly, you think he'll finally relent.

But he's sitting up on his knees, pulling your thighs with him to impale you back onto his full length where he'd slipped out slightly. You grasp his forearms to combat the recoil of yet more relentless lunges, throwing your head back against the pillows with mewls in your throat. His palm flattens against your lower belly, pushing down to feel the ridge of his cock spear you each time.

"Not stopping 'till you're full with my pup..."

His growling returns, lifting your gaze to him once more but he's far too inside his own head to even notice you feening for him, intensely focused  on nothing but driving hips. His face drips with perspiration that sticks his dark locks to him, his upper lip twitching as he grits teeth and nose scrunching. His third release approaches briskly, spewing a final time and locking up inside you as he collapses heavily on top of you. He's feverishly hot, from the warmth flooding inside you to his skin against yours and its stifling up the air inside the room, a thick plume of oppressive heat hung low.

And yet he's shivering, throbbing inside you while his agitated grumbling turns to pained whimpers like an injured animal. Everything's raw but that's not why he's sobbing. Every stimulus is overwhelming his senses, and you; you're so delicately passive he could mistake you for dead. Well, more so than you already are.

Your lungs need no oxygen so you aren't heaving chest like he is, your skin has no sheen of sweat that tells of your exertion but there's tears streaming past your temples, profusions of punctures and vermillion scars marring your neck where he's debauched you. His gut sinks like an anchor, the barbaric weight of his recklessness dragging him down.

"-Fuck...love, are you okay? Was I too rough?" He's tapping your cheek gently to prompt your eyes to open, they're not fluttering because they're far too hefty but lulling, woozily glancing up to him. Each of his features are crestfallen, creased brows and sullen eyes from the guilt. His thumbs swipe your tears away tenderly to neutralise his fierce treatment and you lazily hum "s'okay, gyu... just need a moment"

The lips that ravaged you only moments ago kiss away the discomfort, pressing sweetness to inflamed skin and nuzzling affectionately in apology, mumbling obediently "sorry, baby...m'so sorry"

Your fingers thread through his hair when you regain the strength he borrowed, guiding his head up to you "I'm okay, baby, promise..." a meek smile on your lips washes away only an inch of his worry until it tilts into a smirk "...just hope I smell like you again 'cause I won't last another round of you like this"

He dips his head as a puff of weary laughter pushes itself from his chest, coyly looking back to your eyes "didn't mean to be so rough... just drove me fucking insane to smell another wolf on you. I know it's not your fault, it's just...instinct"

But you've never once condemned his urges, in fact you've embraced them beyond all your previous knowledge of wolves because that's who Beomgyu is. It's who he's designed to be and somewhere along the way you believe this is fates will. It must be; your heart has been locked inside a steel box in the depths of the frigid ocean, all until his warm hand reached down to grasp.

Even now, as you're both still wrapped up in each others cradle, clothes still half on and with him still buried deep inside you, you know he's the only one you'll allow the key.

"Then you're lucky I can handle you, my little wolf" fondly stroking his matted hair earns you a sincere simper, he rests his head on your chest and curls into you like the loyal hound he is, finally settling his spend body.

"So lucky... so goddamn lucky to have you..."

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

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Hi I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comforts/takes care of Taehyun :3 it can be anything fluff or smut. Thank uuuuu :3

hey anon thank you so much for enjoying my writing enough to request!!🫶🥹 I actually wrote something similar to this a while ago, I’ll link it so you can have a read and see what you think!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

if there’s anything else you wanna see feel free to drop another message ❤︎

you can read the fic here!!

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hellooo wanted to ask if you could write a fic for pilot beomgyu x air stewardess reader? mile high club or not its up to you thanks!

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐶𝐿𝑈𝐵 ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

C.BG

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴘɪʟᴏᴛ!ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ x ᴀɪʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴡᴀʀᴅᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: against your better judgement you find yourself in a plane’s restroom with your fiancé again, but how could you possibly resist your captains commands?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: NSFW, minors do not interact, established relationship, fluff, suggestive behaviour, smut, mean dom!gyu (he's still nice overall tho), rough sex, manhandling, mirror sex, unprotected sex, pet names, voyeurism (they’re on a full plane okay but it’s still private?), dirty talk, hickeys, creampie

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.9k

𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⚠︎

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ oh my gosh this is such a fun prompt I always knew about the mile high club but I’ve never read a fic for it thank you for opening my eyes anon!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

also dom!gyu making a return🤭

You're a professional. You swear you are. You've never once been late or shown up with a singular hair out of place, you keep it meticulously styled with gel and hair clips even when you're awake at ungodly hours in the morning in order to make your first flight on time.

Your uniform is pin precision, no crease or tussle in the material and you flatten it down before the passengers even arrive for boarding because you always make it your absolute priority to greet them appropriately as they board, helping them with seating and loading luggage into overhead lockers. You complete your safety instructions flawlessly and nothing less because that's how you were trained, you put your all into it no matter if it's for all six domestic flights a working day or if it's once every few days for international layovers.

You pride yourself in professionalism, so really...what does it matter if occasionally you get your brains fucked out in the restroom stall by the pilot? It still makes you competent and qualified, right?

You board like any other day, the plane has been parked for a while now in its post since it's bound for an international destination and is scheduled to land 15 hours from now. With the back of your hand you conceal the yawn you've been holding in the entire walk to the terminals, your heels dig into carpet and the insistent clacking of them against hard floors cease in your ears for the first time since you put them on. There's roughly 45 minutes before passengers are called on for boarding so you have enough time to at least catch your breath and complete routinely checks casually.

Making your way to the refreshments table, you pour yourself a glass of water, careful to not smudge your lipstick too much on the edge of the cup to where you'd have to reapply when you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Hey stranger, long time no see!" You turn to see a face you haven't seen in a while, an old friend from your training days so it's a pleasant surprise on an otherwise uneventful tuesday. You've kept in touch sparsely throughout the years but life gets in the way as it does, she's recently started accepting long haul jobs so to your delight you expect to see her around more frequently.

"It's been too long! I'm glad to see you in the long haul game finally, you'll never want to go back to short flights once you're in the swing of it! Nothing beats waking up in a new country every other day" you giggle as you both embrace in a tight hug, it's even more nostalgic because you can smell the same perfume she used back then as she leans closer to affectionately rub your back.

"Easy for you to say when you get to wake up with your Fiancé every time! Speaking of... let me see!" She pulls back instantly with sincerity, reaching to pull your hand up to see your ring up close. She'd seen your post of the engagement announcement, a classy shot of a foreign cityscape refracting twinkling lights through the high rises windows, gleaming against the diamond on your ring finger but to see it in person makes her awe in exclamation "oh my god it's so beautiful! You're so lucky to get a rock this size, it's huge!"

You chuckle humbly and look down to where it sparkles back up at you, brushing over the diamond as you hold it to your chest, close to your heart upon instinct "Beomgyu does love to spoil me, it's true"

"-I can't believe you two are still together, you're like - my couple goals!" She beams while shuffling to make her own beverage, reaching into the cupboards for the coffee pot.

You'd met him years ago now, roughly the same time you'd both finished your respective training and he was the secondary pilot for most of your flights. When he asked you on a date you originally only agreed because how could you not? A handsome pilot asking you for a night of fun in a restaurant above your current pay grade. He's always had a taste for the finer things and he told you so while gazing you up and down in your skin tight crimson dress, sensually undressing you with his eyes until he did just so with his hands only a couple of dates later.

It was exhilarating at first, to be wined and dined and each time for dessert he'd lay you down on his sheets with his head between your thighs, eating you out as though he'd been starved despite ordering the most expensive meal on the menu for the both of you. Neither of you had expected to develop real, serious feelings, but here you were, five years later with his ring on your finger.

It's not entirely unusual in your line of work for relationships to blossom between pilots and flight attendants, both parties understand the irregularities of each others long hours and inconsistent locations, and it seems to be a source of strength for you and Beomgyu, you both thrive in the spontaneous nature of your jobs, a thrilling sense of adventure you and him lean into. One doesn't exactly train to be a pilot for a mundane life. It certainly helps when more often then not the two of you are scheduled on flights together, waking up in hotel rooms in distant lands with the love of your life is the only way you wish to live for the rest of your days.

So really, what surprise is there that you and Beomgyu have flourished together? Either way, you take the opportunity to gush about your lovely fiancé "he just makes it easy, you know? He takes care of me. I couldn't wish for better"

"Girl, I can tell that much from the ring alone. He must be smitten with you. Good for you" she gives you a smirk from across the condiments, adding spoonfuls of sugar to her coffee, the rhythmic stirring playing round in your head.

"Thank you" you smile and nod your head down, collecting yourself ready for aisle checks and final spot cleans "anyway, Mexico City today, you ready?"

"Ready as I can be" chuckling from her exaggerated sigh and leading the way, you check all over head lockers and perform your necessary safety precautions, all second nature to you at this stage, mindlessly completing the steps until a few minutes later you hear another colleague call out from the front of the plane, signalling you for the intercom. You approach as she passes you the handset "here, it's for you"

You collect it and press the device up to your ear, greeted by a low, grainy voice you recognise all too well, slightly gritty through the static of the channel "hey, baby...you there?"

You can't help but smile to yourself hearing Beomgyu, it's not exactly been all too long since you last did; in bed that very morning before he left early for engine checks but he makes your tummy flutter with butterflies still "I'm here. How's things, ready for boarding?"

You hear the soft chuckle he releases through the phone, slightly crackled but still just as warm "yeah you can call it through, just gotta tweak a few more controls but it'll be done in time. I'll give you a shout when air control gives the signal"

"Okay, captain..." you press the phone back to the holder before giving him chance to reply, you're well aware of what the name does to him. It's his title of course, when he's in command of the aircraft it's how his co-pilot refers to him but he knows all too well what it means coming from your lips and it's only naughtiness.

All the intercom calls are logged so naturally you can't be too risqué, but it's just simply too fun not to tread the wire and leave him yearning, you can imagine the shit eating grin he's sporting right now, shuffling back to the pilot seat to curb the hard on he's trying so desperately to settle through his uniform.

You hold back a giggle, punching in the buttons to transfer you to the staff in the terminal, informing them the craft is prepared for boarding. You smile bright and welcome every passenger jovially, kneeling down for each small child you see who looks nervous crossing the step onto the aircraft, encouraging them with a soft "I know the pilot and he told me that he'll take good care of you today, how does that sound?" They all beam back to you with a renewed sense of confidence, courageously braving the aisles to their seats.

Completing your final rounds and safety demonstrations, you buckle yourself in for take off in the seat next to your friend, sparking casual conversations to drown out the whirring of the engines starting up. The plane take off smoothly and you never expect anything less with Beomgyu in control, he may be young but he's already a seasoned captain with high rapport so you transition smoothly from runway to air, gaining altitude gradually.

Only once you are cruising at the assigned height do the buckle signs turn off and you can continue procedures, offering refreshments to the passengers along the isles with the carts. Occasionally the cabin shakes with the turbulence, tumbling a few cups over but you place them all back accordingly, continuing your path until you feel a small tug to your skirt, glancing down to a small boy you helped onto the plane "c-could you tell the pilot to stop the shaking?"

His bottom lip wobbles and tears threaten to spill past his eyes, so you kneel to him and whisper as though it's a secret between just the two of you "he's working really hard to stop the shaking just for you, hold on a just a little longer, yeah? I promise he'll make it stop soon"

That seems to settle him once more, reluctantly nodding as you reach into the refreshments cart, passing him a bright red lollipop "he told me to only give these to really brave boys and girls, I think you deserve one, yeah?"

He lights up instantly, collecting it from you with tiny fingers wrapping around the stick, warming your core to see him finally settling back into seat, you stand once more and complete your rounds with a brighter smile having aided the small child.

The good thing about long haul is you have the time to breathe between your requirements, enough staff to cover each of the cabins when needed by passengers so you can relax a little more than you would on short haul.

The bad thing; it means a lot of waiting around for the hours to pass between switching timezones and landing. Especially once the cabin lights dim for the rest of the passengers as they drift off for sleep, it leaves you with little to do but prepare drinks for you and the few other staff who aren't in the crew rest compartment rooms.

You're heating the coffee pot, adding sugar for those who like it when you feel a tender brush to the small of your back, plush lips ghosting the shell of your ear in hushed murmur for only you to hear; you just know before the words are even uttered what they'll be.

"Restroom, now..."

"-Beomgyu, I-" as fast as he approached he's retreating, you glance behind to see him making his way into the stall already, adjusting his belt as the door shuts and you know what it is he wants. Of course you do. You've been here before so many times you can see the coming events play out in your head.

You should say no, you know you should. That would be a smart, less likely way to loose the job you love so much, but then you replay all those little memories of when he's shoved you against the restroom doors before, pounding into your cunt while you try to keep your mouth screwed tightly shut and know you're done for.

The thrill is simply too irresistible for you, there's slick already soaking your panties from the thought so against your better judgement, you follow your fiancé into the stall.

You've barely closed the door before he's pressing you into the sink counter, capturing your lips in a breathless kiss, all passion and lust as his tongue domineers and enters your mouth, commanding you to move against him in tandem. He swallows each of your whines from the suddenness but you push against his chest enough to briefly break away "Beomgyu... we really shouldn't be doing this agai-"

He tuts, his lips inches from yours now messily smudged with your ruby lipstick, they're kiss bruised and plush and you find yourself leaning closer to reach them once more despite your words but he's retaining the distance you created

"Wrong name, sweetheart, try again..."

He stares you down with taunting gaze, awaiting the one little word he knows you'll cave eventually and repeat, he can see it on you, the desire to be dominated hangs heavy in your wide eyes. You stare at his uniform clad body, fisting his shirt tightly into your clasping fingers, holding him exactly where you want him. You can barely resist Beomgyu at the best of times, his toothy grin and carefree attitude turned sultry and sensuous when he has you in his arms, but his uniform adds an extra layer of allure you always fight temptation against. How the material wraps tightly around his biceps when he flexes just right and the four stripes on his shoulder that display he has the highest authority, that he's in control; of the plane and you.

It's always a loosing battle so the title slips from your lips before you can rein it in "...captain"

"There you go..." A wicked snarl on his lips before they're assaulting yours once more in a steamy exchange, consuming your zealousness and feeding it right back. His hands explore your waist, your hips and your thighs and wherever he can dig his fingertips in to cop a feel of you through your own heavy uniform; you gasp when you feel the stark coldness of his fingers slip under your shirt and blazer, cupping your breasts over your bra.

"Shhh... gotta keep quiet, love, everyone's asleep" he rests an inconsistently soft kiss against your lips as he hushes, it's all to tease you before lustfully latching his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking until you know he must have made at least a few marks, fingers tweaking your nipples through your bra to keep you keening for more.

He's right, you arch into him in search of more heat, more of his touch and when your clothed core ruts against his crotch you can feel he's already straining against his pants, heavy and waiting for just a little more friction because his cock jumps at the contact and he hisses, the dirtiest idea already formulating in your head.

You grip him through his slacks, squeezing to add just the right amount of pressure against his aching cock and shuffle past him and the counter to prepare to drop in front of him, but he catches your wrist, pulling your attention back up "Fuck... wanna see you on your knees so bad, baby, but we don't have the time or space for that right now"

He's flipping you around without warning, hips locking against the counter until you're pinned between it and him. In the mirror your reflection is staring back at you, eyes dazed already, lipstick smeared all across your cheeks and already chasing your breath. And Beomgyu; a brooding gaze as he stares you down like prey and predator, a wicked snare on his lip as he leans his looming frame down to reach your ear level "think I'll just fill up this pretty little pussy instead, how does that sound, baby?"

A question he's not offering the time for you to even reply to before he's tugging your skirt up around your waist, so carelessly you hear a little tear in your tights as he rips your panties down too, every little shred of material that doesn't serve him is worthless, it's keeping him from what he craves most.

"Beom- captain!" You correct yourself, earning a satisfied smirk from the man behind you as he grants you his fingers swiping through your wet folds in return. He catches your clit and circles, a whimper spewing from your lips at the contact but you catch yourself with a palm to your mouth before the sound is all too telling of exactly what's happening in this restroom stall.

Most of the passengers may be asleep as he says, blinds drawn to the night sky twinkling with distant city lights as the plane cruises but that will all be for nothing if you can't keep yourself quiet.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for your captain..." now you're unsure who the title is really for because god does it sound so delicious coming from his mischievous lips in addition with his fingers stroking you, so dizzying you barely notice when he detaches until you hear his belt clacking undone, dropping his pants and underwear only enough to free his hard cock, tip flushed red in anticipation of your walls swallowing him.

"We really shouldn't be doing this anymore- hnghhh...ah fuck!-" cut off by a singular ruthless thrust, he's filling you up to the brim exactly as he planned to, your hands fly to the mirror for stability where you leave smudge marks you'll no doubt have to erase later. His own knuckles turn white from gripping the counter and your hips so taunt, his fingers a vice against your skin, bruises blooming to match the ones made by his lips on your neck, they stare so bitterly maroon at you in the mirrors image.

"Sweet thing, we both know you'll take any chance to let me to fill your cunt. Just look at how fucked out you are already. Haven't even started moving yet..."

A sardonic snarl and his fingers snake around your jaw, clamping you in place so you have nowhere to run, no choice but to witness your reflection in the mirror and how he's about to wreck it.

Snapping his hip, the recoil of his thrusts sends you roughly against the sink, biting down on your bottom lip so you don't scream out and alert quite literally everyone in the cabin that you're being split open on the captains cock right now.

It's just as thrilling as the first time, your body should be accustomed to quick fucks in tight spaces under the immense pressure to just stay quiet by now but how can it when Beomgyu knows exactly which of your buttons to press, where to reach to have you reeling; that spongey spot inside you he's repeatedly slamming into.

"-so fucking wet and you're still gripping me like crazy. Like knowing your captain is having his way with you, huh?" Wryly scoffing while his eyes bore into yours, you try and split your attention away from his intense stare in the mirror but he chides you for it with a sharp tap to your cheek as he grips your jaw tighter, imploring you to comply with his commands "eyes up" scolding you darkly.

You clench tighter around him involuntarily from the filth he's spewing into your ear and how he orders you around because you can never get enough of it, like he's your own personal drug you have no intention of coming clean of. So addicting you lean into him every time as he presses every inch of his body against you, rutting inside you with fervent heat.

"Dirty little thing, look at you...don't even care that everyone is right outside that door, that I should be at the flight deck right now" you should; but that's what a co-pilot is for, right? To quite literally take the wheel when the captain is preoccupied. Whether that's to rest from the long hours airborne or pummelling your cunt in the bathroom is nobody's business but yours and his.

Your neck aches from the angle he's holding your jaw in but that's not why you're whining, that's all him and the way you feel each long inch of him slide into you, arching your back against him with the little space you do have to allow him deeper "all you want is your captains cock stuffing you. So selfish, baby"

It's all hushed grunts and heavy breathing inside the tiny cubical stall, even the air is constricting in your lungs like the walls closing in on you as you inch towards that irresistible peak of bliss, you can feel he's almost there too, he's throbbing inside you, hips beginning to stutter but the sharp knock against the door halts him still, his hand that is holding your jaw clamps against your mouth to conceal any wanton moans from spilling.

"Captain, the co-pilot is requesting your assistance" the voice of another air steward calls out, he must have seen him enter the restroom but thankfully it doesn't appear as though you were seen entering shortly after; you're about to release a sigh of relief when the breath is stolen from you again by a ruthless thrust into your heat, his tip forcefully hammering your cervix. You whip your head back against his shoulder, your hands desperately clawing over his screwed tight over your mouth as though you don't trust just a singular barrier between your cries and the open space, thankfully the whirring of the engine acts as a buffer for any noise spilling over.

"Be right there, just finishing up..."

He sounds so well spoken to the untrained ear despite how you feel him twitch as he pumps his cum inside you, you hear his teeth grinding, gruffing under his breath and the low rumble makes you tremble as your own orgasm washes through you, lids screwed shut because every effort to keep them open is spent towards letting his palm block every little one of your whimpers.

He's shuddering silently behind you, releasing every last drop he has inside you as the soft padding of footfalls leave the doorway to the stall so he knows it's safe to release his hand from your mouth, instead pulling your hips closer to nudge himself as deep as he can before pulling out.

A moan almost escapes your throat from that alone but you bite it back, constricting your own windpipe until it's just a short puff past your lips.

"Such a fuckin’ good girl" the praise settles low in your belly, still so enraptured by pure gold flooding your veins from your orgasm and from the fond kiss he presses to the crown of your head. Your thighs tremble when you feel him pull your panties and tights back up and your skirt down over, the material rubs tenderly against your used pussy as it plugs up the cum spilling from you. You grip a hand to his wrist to pause him, alerting him that it would be best for you to clean up but you see him shake his head in the reflection "want you to walk out with my cum inside you"

He smoothes out the last of your skirt until you look at least half the semblance you did walking in, there's ladders forming in your tights from where he ripped them but luckily you can conceal them between your thighs. He turns to his own appearance in the mirror, adjusting the collar on his uniform and swiping away the rogue lipstick painting his lips and chin with his thumb, a smirk laid there all the while he does because he can feel you staring at his reflection "like making your mark, huh?"

You playfully scoff from his audacity, while he can simply wipe away the red marring his skin you'll have a little more effort to conceal the hickeys littering your neck "you're one to talk..."

You rub across the marks as though they'll magically disappear if you do. You can only hope so.

"Not sorry, baby, have fun with that though, I'm needed. Captain duties" planting a final kiss to your head and sliding the door open, the conceited grin he wears grinds you because he gets to walk out exactly as he did, appearance composed and looking so damn frustratingly handsome while you look like you've had a tornado hit. Your painstakingly precise hairstyle is whipped wildly from the manhandling, strands stuck to your forehead you'll have to flatten back with more gel and unlike Beomgyu it's not just lipstick that's smudged, it's every little inch of your makeup, mascara staining your under eyes and cheeks.

You rub away what you can with water from the sink, it's not pretty and it's not perfect but at least it looks intentional, after all you'd expected to have to at least touch up after your designated rest time during the flight. With a final check in the mirror, tugging up your collar to hide his kiss made bruises, it's the best you can look before sheepishly sliding the restroom door, all praying might that everyone is too preoccupied to notice.

It seems to be another successful escapade; the cabin is filled with light snores and the low lighting conceals any imperfections in your appearance you wish to mask. Although perhaps it would be in your best interest for some kind of reprimand for your scandalous behaviour, you know you'll be right back in the same situation upon the next flight with your captain. You simply can't refute the thrill, you feel it now dripping down your thighs with each step you take to the crew rest compartments.

Peeling open your personal luggage, you grab makeup wipes to remove the last of it and a hand mirror, unaware of the presence you've awoken in the bed next to you.

"Looks like you had fun..." your eyes bat open wide, snapping a hand up to rub your neck instinctively in attempt to play off but it's for naught, the hickeys have already been spotted but luckily it's by your friend "don't worry, you aren't the only one whose had a little...private time, with a pilot before"

Her eyebrows wriggle up and down in understanding and you puff a breath of pure relief, a soft titter as you settle back, no reason to hide it now "yeah...it was fun alright"

You both laugh simultaneously, not entirely a clean slate like most of the romps you and Beomgyu have, but you can live with the knowledge that it's only the three of you who know of your mischievous behaviour.

...

Yet what you don't know; as Beomgyu tucks the remainder of his shirt into his trousers, swiping his card that allows him entry into the cockpit, his co-pilot is stood near one of the back panels, tweaking a circuit board with rudimentary skill. It's nothing essential to the safety of the plane but it's something he requires the captains assistance with, glancing up as Beomgyu approaches.

"Sorry, fiancé called on me for something" Beomgyu nonchalantly explains, he's had his co-pilot accompany him on many flights, enough to consider him a respectable colleague whom he has a decent raptor with, he won't find fault in the admission.

"No problem, it's just this damn thing messing up again" he steps aside for his captain to observe the issue, Beomgyu takes one brief glance before he's clicking his teeth and getting to work with the screwdriver passed to him. Adept fingers rewiring a few circuits with ease and before long he's pressing the casing back on.

"Things been a little faulty for a while, this'll probably be its last flight, good work though" he claps a hand on his juniors shoulder as he shuffles back to his seat at the control pad.

"Oh, and uhh...captain?" Beomgyu glances back before seating himself, his colleague scratching the back of his neck bashfully "your fly... it's unzipped"

Beomgyu snaps his head down and sure enough in the heat of rushing, he'd forgotten to zip up his trousers, painfully evident that he'd been preoccupied with a little more than 'something' with you.

"Thanks" he tries to wipe the grin from his face and it come out as a more dejected smile "you can go ahead and get some rest, I got this now" the co-pilot bows his head and takes up the opportunity, moving towards the door before Beomgyu calls out a final time.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't..." teasing smugness on his features, making his co-pilot chuckle and nod.

"I sure won't be having as much fun as you"

The door closes behind him, leaving Beomgyu alone in the cockpit; just him, the night sky at 40,000 feet and the memory of your face as he fucks you against his planes restroom sink.

All in all, certainly not a bad life.

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