GIVE ME MY BLANKET! ⟢ TAEHYUN
what’s the worst that can happen if taehyun and you share a blanket? | 4058
enemies to ??? smut. forced proximity. idol!tyun. dom!tyun. txt member!reader. sexual tension. praise kink. no protection. breast play. fingering. semi rough sex. hair pulling. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. somnophilia? power play.
i wrote this because @taehyunsloves never read a one bed trope before and i took it personal | @soohashits @missdel @tyunningism @xhoinicx
As if being dragged out to the middle of nowhere by the staff to film a To Do episode and camp overnight wasn’t bad enough, the rain caught up with you all, turning the entire shoot into something uncomfortable and way longer than it needed to be. Your clothes were completely soaked, your hair a frizzy mess from the humidity, Soobin wouldn’t stop complaining, and to make things worse, tent partners were being picked at random.
Beomgyu’s laugh rang out across the damn forest the second Taehyun pulled your name.
Even though you’d debuted together, there was something about your relationship with Taehyun that kept getting more and more tense. It was so obvious that even some Moas pointed it out. Some wanted you out of Tomorrow X Together, others wanted Taehyun gone, and some begged the company to give you both a break to ease the tension.
But honestly, there was no clear trigger for why you and Taehyun didn’t get along. Human nature is just like that or at least that’s what you both said whenever one of the members tried to step in. It had never affected the group’s dynamic or popularity, so it wasn’t that serious.
From the other side of the tent, Taehyun lets out a heavy sigh, throwing you a look.
“Can you turn around? I want to change.”
You don’t even respond, just sink deeper into the sleeping mat, wrapping yourself up in the soft blanket you brought, as if you’d known the rain would catch up to you sooner or later.
Taehyun changing into his pajamas makes the tent shift constantly, enough to make your eye twitch, but you bite your tongue. You pull out your phone, planning to scroll through Instagram or maybe TikTok before sleeping, but of course, there’s no signal and the posts won’t load.
The rain seems to get worse, and even though you’re grateful the tent is sturdy enough to keep the water out, it doesn’t stop the cold from creeping in.
Your phone vibrates with a text from Soobin. “Everything okay?”
You try to reply, but after the third failed attempt to send the message, you give up and decide to just sleep.
With your eyes already closed, you hear Taehyun moving around on his side, grabbing his things, unzipping his bag. He curses, making even more noise, so much that your brows have been furrowed for over two full minutes now.
“Fuck, can you let me sleep?” Your voice comes out almost sharp, not even turning to look at him, not even opening your eyes.
“I’m looking for something. It’s not my fault you’re a light sleeper.”
You turn this time, ready to keep arguing, but then you notice he’s wearing a tank top and sweatshorts. The hair on his body is standing on end from the cold, and his hands are still digging through his bag.
“That’s your pajama?” you ask, incredulous, almost mocking.
Taehyun looks up, eyes narrowed. “I clearly wasn’t expecting this cold.”
“Clearly,” you mutter, and settle back down. You rest your head again, but the noise still bothers you. “What are you even looking for?”
“I’m sure I packed a blanket,” he says, swearing under his breath when he runs out of things in his bag and there’s nothing like that inside.
“Of course you didn’t,” you reply, “You weren’t expecting the rain, why would you bring a blanket?”
Taehyun sighs, looking at your back. Your pajama pants are fleece, warm enough to keep you from freezing through the night. Even your shirt is long sleeved, shielding you from the cold.
“Give me your blanket, you don’t need it.”
The second the words leave his mouth and you feel him trying to pull it away, you grip it tighter as you shift.
“Not my problem you couldn’t rub two brain cells together and bring something for the cold.”
You pull, but Taehyun has always been the strongest in the group.
“Just lend it to me. Your pajamas are warm enough, yn.” He pulls back, almost making you sit up because you refuse to let go.
“Give me my blanket!” You tug again, making his body lift for a second, but he regains his strength immediately.
Taehyun’s final pull is so strong that your body is yanked toward him. Still holding onto the blanket, you end up falling right onto his chest, legs on either side of his hips. Your frown softens as you look down at him, eyes wide, almost as surprised as yours at the sudden position.
You both quickly move away, returning to your original spots. He clears his throat while you avoid looking at him, embarrassed.
“Just… lend it to me for a bit, please,” he says between clenched teeth, and you let out a heavy sigh.
Both of you settle down without another word. Taehyun shifts just close enough for the blanket to cover you both, but he doesn’t dare brush up against you, keeping as much distance as possible. And for you, the best option is to turn your back to him again and try to sleep, pretending he’s not right there.
The only sound filling the tent is the rain growing louder and more violent, thunder rumbling in the distance, but that’s not what’s keeping you awake—
It’s Taehyun, shivering next to you.
You try to ignore it until it becomes annoying, almost a little pathetic. You roll your eyes, letting out a quiet sigh through your nose.
“You’re freezing,” you say, turning your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He looks back at you, expression serious despite how cold his skin clearly is.
“I’ll get over it. Thanks for your concern.”
You hold each other’s gaze for a second, but even the sarcasm in his tone can’t hide that it’s a lie.
You look away briefly, weighing the situation, and end up making a decision you’re not exactly proud of. You turn around to face him, your arms opening slightly, inviting him closer. Taehyun frowns, hesitating, too stubborn to accept your pity.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you warn, shooting him a look and the cold is bad enough that he gives in without another word, moving closer until he buries his face in your neck, your arms wrapping around him. Your body has always run warmer than average, your skin staying soft and warm even in weather like this, something that now feels like a blessing for Taehyun.
“If you tell any of the members about this—”
“Trust me, I’m taking this to the grave.”
You close your eyes, ignoring his intoxicating scent as you rest your head against the pillow, trying to fall asleep. Your warm hands move over his freezing arms, and his breath brushes against your neck, sending an uncomfortable sensation through you that you try to ignore.
You feel his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.
“Yn,” he says quietly, almost shy for the first time. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?”
With a soft breath, you give in. “Yeah, Taehyun.”
His hands slide slowly against your skin, his cold fingers making your back arch as you press your lips together to keep from complaining, forcing yourself to adjust to the sudden contrast in temperature.
His hands settle on your waist, but they keep shifting, his palms searching for warmth on their own.
When you finally fall asleep, Taehyun notices from your steady breathing and the way your body relaxes—no longer tensing your stomach at his cold touch, no longer rubbing his arms to warm him up.
He closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep as well, listening to the rain. His nose instinctively takes in the scent of your skin, brushing lightly against it without him even realizing.
He’s just about to fall asleep when he feels you shift, your leg slipping between his, your thigh resting directly against his crotch. His body tenses, and he tries to move his hips back, but the blanket keeps him in place, tangled tightly around both of you.
He adjusts, pulling back as much as he can and pressing his back against the sleeping mat, but all it does is make you move closer, your arms wrapping around his waist again, your thigh pressing against him once more. Only this time, when he tries to shift his hips to move your leg away, he ends up brushing against your thigh instead.
“Fuck, yn, move,” he mutters under his breath, knowing you’re asleep.
His hands slide down carefully, almost reaching your thigh to move it off him but you shift again, pressing against him more firmly this time, and a soft groan slips out as his hips lift involuntarily from the friction.
He turns his head to look at you, still asleep, completely unaware of what you’re doing to him. He curses under his breath, at himself, then at you before placing his hands on your leg. But instead of moving it away, he gives in to the impulse, rolling his hips slightly against your thigh, a strained sound catching in his throat.
He feels his entire body go cold when you shift again in your sleep, turning over in search of a more comfortable position. He watches you for a few seconds, slipping his hand inside his shorts to adjust the erection that’s already straining, thick and insistent, refusing to go down. He swallows hard, forcing himself to stay still, to keep his distance.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he mutters under his breath, but the words die in his throat when he hears you mumble.
His eyes snap open, wide with disbelief. There’s no way you’re actually saying his name.
A few seconds pass before you speak again, voice breathy, broken.
It hits him instantly, straight to his cock, his pulse throbbing as heat floods through him. He doesn’t need to ask, he knows exactly what kind of dream that sounds like. Your hips shift closer to him, your back arching just enough, your body unconsciously offering him a view that makes his jaw tighten.
That’s it. He can’t fucking take it anymore.
He grabs you, shaking you awake. You turn to him slowly, eyes half lidded, dazed and confused.
“What the fuck are you dreaming about?”
You blink, trying to steady your breathing, brows knitting together. “What?”
“You’re moaning my name like—”
“What?” you cut in again, genuinely confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stares at you, searching your face, but you look too out of it, too real. The space between you suddenly feels suffocating.
“Just let me sleep,” you murmur, turning away again like nothing happened.
It takes him one second to decide he’s not letting it go.
Your eyes fly open when he grabs your hips and yanks you back against him, hard.
“What were you dreaming about, yn?” His voice drops, rough, almost a growl, fingers digging into your hips as he presses his cock firmly against you. Your back hits his chest, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re really going to tell me it wasn’t exactly this?”
A shiver runs through your body when he grinds against you, slow but deliberate. You can feel how hard he is, how much he’s pressing into you, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up.
“Are you that fucking needy?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, voice low and taunting. “That you’d come to me for it?”
Your back arches into him without meaning to, your ass pressing back, your breath hitching as your eyes roll back.
You try to speak, to argue, but it dies in your throat the second his hand slides under your shirt, cold fingers dragging over your skin before closing around your nipple.
A sharp gasp tears out of you.
“Fuck… they’re already hard,” he mutters against your ear, rolling it slowly between his fingers, watching the way your body reacts. “Tell me, yn, is that just from the cold…” his grip tightens slightly, making your breath stutter, “or because of me?”
Even if you wanted to tell him to stop, that you didn’t want this, it would be a lie. Not because you’d ever consciously thought about it before, but because your panties are already damp, clinging to you, your body reacting shamelessly to the low, rough edge in his voice. And the way his fingers roll and pinch at your nipples has your whole body waking up, heat pooling low in your stomach.
So yeah… he’s right. You are that needy.
“Taehyun, stop,” you manage, but it comes out weak, breathy, completely betraying you when he pushes your shirt higher, exposing more of your chest. He finds your other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and your back arches into him. His face hovers just inches away from your breasts now, your breathing already uneven, shallow.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement because he already knows you don’t.
Before you can answer, his tongue flicks over your nipple. Slow. Wet. Your breath shatters into a soft gasp. He watches you closely, eyes dark, before leaning in and wrapping his lips around it, sucking slowly, dragging it into his mouth.
Your fingers twitch uselessly at your sides as he sucks harder, his tongue pressing and circling, his teeth grazing just enough to make your hips jerk back against him. He doesn’t break eye contact for a second, like he wants to see every reaction, every flicker of pleasure on your face as he keeps going, pulling soft, needy sounds from your throat.
He presses against your hip, his large, hard cock throbbing against you beneath the fabric of both your pajamas. Now the loudest sound filling the tent is your soft moans and your uneven breathing. You try to hold his gaze, but end up looking away, focusing instead on how he plays with your chest.
Your clit throbs between your legs, aching for attention, but your walls tighten because at this rate, you might cum in a way you didn’t even know was possible.
“Taehyun—” you plead, your hips lifting as that knot tightens deep inside you.
His tongue moves faster around your nipple, keeping a rhythm that matches the way his fingers work your other breast, handling you like it’s that easy to get you worked up.
He frowns slightly when he notices you struggling, like you’re trying to hold back something that’s bound to happen anyway.
He tilts his head, not saying a word because he doesn’t need to.
“I—I want to… I’m gonna—” you barely manage, your legs tensing as your body tightens under the way he’s working your nipples.
Taehyun seems to take it personally, especially because he doesn’t even know if it’s possible for you to cum like this.
That only pushes him further, taking his time licking and sucking, his fingers almost mocking how needy you look, like it amuses him just how sensitive you are.
He lets out a low groan against your chest, this time closing his eyes, fully focused on what he’s doing, while beneath him you’re tense, moaning, right on the edge.
When the orgasm hits you suddenly, your eyes squeeze shut and a loud moan slips from your lips. Your hands move to your thighs, gripping them tightly, overstimulated by the unfamiliar intensity. It feels good—too good. The pleasure pools low in your body, lingering, keeping you suspended in it, especially with Taehyun not stopping.
You turn sharply when it becomes too much.
“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, bringing your hands up to your chest, holding yourself from the lingering sensitivity. But Taehyun pulls you right back into position, forcing you to face him.
“Tell me this is what you wanted from the start,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your lips, dangerously close, “and I won’t stop.”
You hold his gaze for a second, still shaky, your body trying to come down from the high, chest rising and falling unevenly. And then you lean in and press your lips to his.
A sharp gasp breaks from you when his hand slides straight into your panties, two of his fingers immediately slicking up with how wet you are.
He groans softly against your mouth, spreading your arousal over your folds, dragging his fingers slowly before circling your clit. Your hips jolt, trembling under his touch.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he mutters against your lips, voice low, almost disbelieving. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted this?”
“Don’t get cocky,” you breathe out against his mouth, your voice unsteady, breaking slightly when his fingers press more deliberately against your clit, rubbing in slow, controlled circles that make your thighs tense.
He lets out a quiet laugh, nodding like he doesn’t believe you for a second.
Your hand moves down, finding the waistband of his shorts. He follows the movement instantly, lowering his gaze to your hand, then back up to your eyes, something dark flashing in his expression.
“Wanna see what you’re doing to me?” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, deeper. “Go ahead.”
His teeth catch your lip when your hand wraps around his cock, his fingers pausing for a second before going right back to circling your clit like he knows exactly the pace that drives you insane.
You stroke him slowly, moaning against his lips. He’s big, thick. More than you ever would’ve imagined. That only makes you wetter, your panties soaked.
The kiss breaks when his middle finger slides inside you, slipping in easily through your slick.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum again, yeah?”
In any other situation, you probably would’ve told him to fuck off or at least cringed at being called a good girl.
But the way he moves inside you, fast and precise, leaves no room for coherent thoughts.
So you just nod, tightening your grip and moving your hand faster along his cock, trying to match what he’s doing to you.
“Keep going, you’re doing so well,” he groans, voice rough, keeping a steady rhythm as he fucks you with his finger. The heel of his palm presses against your clit, sending a jolt through your body.
His hips start to push slowly into your hand, breath hitching as he looks straight into your eyes.
Your moans grow louder when he slips another finger inside you, bringing that knot in your stomach back so fast it’s almost embarrassing.
“Mmh, you like that?” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you slowly again.
You can barely kiss him back, that’s how close you are.
You moan into his mouth, your hips tensing as you feel your orgasm building again. You try to keep stroking him, but your hand loses rhythm, your mind unable to focus on anything else.
“That’s my good girl, so needy for me…” he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart beneath him. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”
Your brows draw together, your lips parting into broken gasps that turn into muffled, desperate moans as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench tightly around his fingers, a wave of sensation flooding your body, your eyes locked on his even as they glaze over from the intensity.
Taehyun’s gaze darkens just from watching you lose control because of him.
And before you can even come down from it, he grabs your hips and lifts you over him, taking off your pajamas in the process.
Your hands land on his chest while he leans back, arms folding behind his head as he looks up at you, completely exposed above him.
A low, rough chuckle leaves his lips.
“What?” you shoot him a look, already knowing he’s teasing you.
He shakes his head slightly. “You have no idea what you look like from here.”
You tilt your head, frowning. “What do I look like?”
“Ruined,” he laughs when you lightly hit his chest, though you can’t help laughing too. “And beautiful.”
Your stomach flips when you hear him praise you, and you shift, guiding his cock to your entrance.
A soft moan leaves both of you as the tip pushes inside, his breath hitching at how tight you feel around him.
You bite your lip, rocking your hips back and forth, slowly taking more of him, trying to adjust to his size. Each movement hits just right, making a louder moan slip out of you before you can stop it.
“You feel so good,” he groans, voice rough, his back arching slightly as you start moving faster. “Yeah—yeah, just like that.”
The muscles in his arms tense as you begin to ride him properly, moving up and down like your body was made for it.
His eyes take in everything; your messy hair, the way your chest moves with each motion, every little reaction you give him.
“Do that,” you say, almost like you’re asking.
“Talk to me… like before.”
He licks his lips when he understands, a faint smirk forming. You want praise.
“You want me to tell you how good you’re doing?” he murmurs, lifting his hips to meet your rhythm. You moan, louder this time. “The way you sound… you’re gonna make me cum any second.”
Your body moves faster against his, driven by his words, watching the way his jaw tightens as he tries to keep up with you.
“You’re taking me so well, such a good girl— ah, shit, just like that,” his voice cracks halfway through, struggling not to finish with every drop of your body on his cock.
Your eyes darken, not even realizing how every word coming out of his mouth is pulling something out of you you didn’t know you needed.
Taehyun thrusts his hips up again, breathing growing more uneven. “You’re riding me so well.”
You lean down to kiss him, not stopping the way your hips move over him, and you feel his hands start to roam all over your body, up and down your waist, fingers brushing along your back, sliding down to your ass to guide your movements.
You moan into the kiss. “You like that?”
“No. I love it.” His hips start snapping up harder into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the tent. Taehyun’s moans grow louder, less controlled.
“I’m so close—” he admits, opening his eyes to look at you, his body tensing as you keep bouncing on him.
“Cum inside me,” you beg, moaning loud enough that even the rain might not cover it. “Fill me up, please.”
Taehyun shuts his eyes, letting out a breathless laugh, because he knows exactly what you’re doing to him.
“You want me to fill you up, huh?”
With a sudden movement, you end up face down against the sleeping mat, Taehyun thrusting into you from behind. His hips slam into you hard enough that your g spot is hit over and over again.
“You like that, huh? You like driving me insane?”
“Yes, yes— Oh God, yes, Taehyun—!”
Your moans break into loud, needy whimpers.
“You want everyone to know what I’m doing to you?” he growls into your ear, pushing deep inside you.
One of his hands grabs your hair, pulling it back so your cheek presses into the pillow. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fill me up,” you whimper, your walls tightening around him. “Cum inside, please, Taehyun.”
A rough groan leaves his throat against your ear as his body finally gives in, his release spilling inside you, hot and overwhelming just like you asked.
His hips keep moving slowly, dragging it out, stretching the feeling for both of you.
Your head drops against the pillow, completely spent, while he collapses beside you, breathing heavily, trying to come down from the intensity.
You turn your head to look at him, both of you still catching your breath. He smiles faintly, chest rising and falling.
“Not a single word to anyone, got it?”
You let out a breathless laugh. “Deal.”
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