Maybe seducing Taeyong? 😏
You came home late from work, the sound of the television from your’s and Taeyong’s room alerted that he was home.
You entered the room and slipped your shoes off, then sighed. His eyes were fixated on the television, a pang of aggravation running through your veins.
“Hey,” you take your hair out of the tight ponytail you wore all day, your eyes not straying from his face.
“Hey, babe,” he mumbled. He didn’t look away from the TV, and you glared at him. He didn’t notice.
“Babe,” your voice is stern now, and he adjusts his eyes so that he is looking at you.
“What?” His tone reflects his annoyance. You cross your arms, your stare digging into his chest. “I just got home after a long day, a little bit of attention wouldn’t hurt.”
He rolls his eyes and sits up straight. “I said hi,” he attempts to defend himself, but your harsh gaze doesn’t fade. “I had a long day too, I’m tired.”
He dismisses you with a wave of a hand, then lies on his back again.
You groan as you rub your temples, deciding to give up and get ready for bed.
You leave the room without another word, then go into the bathroom down the hall. Your tired reflections stares back at you, and you see how exhausted you were. The bags under your eyes are proof alone that this day had gotten the better of you. Your boyfriend’s bitter attitude didn’t help.
You use a face wipe to remove the makeup from your skin, then you brush your hair and slip out of the unflattering socks that left marks on your feet.
You return to your bedroom to change, Taeyong still focused on the television. You walk in front of it, but it doesn’t faze him. You do it again, still no reaction. The third time, he spoke up. “What are you doing?” He complained, to which you walked in front of the TV and stared him down.
“Babe, move, I’m not in the mood.”
You ignore him, instead you began unbuttoning the top of your shirt. His attention transferred to you, his eyes trailing down your front as you undid each button.
A sneak peak of the skin underneath your shirt made him bite his bottom lip and you smirk at having his attention.
He doesn’t hesitate to follow your command.
The screen behind you turns black and the volume cuts.
All of his attention is on you, and it makes you feel confident. You slip off your shirt, then your pants.
You stand in your bra and panties, and his jaw-dropped expression persuades you to start moving, swaying your hips to the music in your head. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and when he moves forward to touch you, you stop and step farther away.
You wag a finger at him. “I don’t think so,” you whisper. You walk around to the side of the bed and drag your hand up his leg. You stop at the top of his thigh, taking your hand away again.
Your hips continue to move slowly, and you almost break as he slips a hand into his sweatpants. However, you keep up your act, taunting him with every curve of your body.
He is clearly pumping himself underneath his pants, and you feel jealous of his hand, you wished it was your mouth instead.
“Take your pants off,” you lean over the end of the bed, pressing your breasts together to make your cleavage more prominent.
He pulls his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. His hardened cock slaps against his lower stomach, red and aching for your touch.
You wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted yet.
“Keep going,” you smirk at him, watching as his hand wraps around his dick and pumps again.
You continue dancing for him, occasionally pulling up the waistband of your panties to accentuate your round ass.
Eventually, you unclip your bra and slide it off, exposing your plump breasts. You eyed him down the entire time, and it drove him crazy.
He groaned as he continued to pump his length, bucking his hips. “God, please let me touch you baby. Please,” he threw his head back into the pillow, and his pleading had finally done it for you.
Your core was dripping wet, tainting the fabric of your panties. You ached to feel him inside of you.
“I’ll give you want you want baby, if you give me what I want.”
He nodded, inhaling sharply through closed teeth.
You crawl on the bed, sitting in his lap and grinding against his bare thigh.
“What do you want me to do, baby?” He asks, eyeing your crotch as it made contact with his skin.
You halt your movements, then take his throbbing cock into your hand.
a/n: ahhh i hope this is okay <333
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