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#superm taeyong
viinieroxide · 1 year
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—end of the line. 
pairing: taeyong x reader.
summary: hero x villain au.
author's note: beware of angst.
This was not how you planned to spend your Friday night.
You were cooped up in your shabby worn-down couch all wrapped up in a rather thin blanket, because thick blankets are ridiculously expensive, and it could only do so much to shield you from the cold. The pretty weather forecaster on the television had reported that it would be an exceptionally cold evening today with light snow, so you hoped that being wrapped burrito style would be enough since the heater broke down some time last month, and you hadn’t bothered to get it fixed. You tried informing your landlord about it, and he had promised to get it fixed, but then again, humans were untrustworthy and frequently inefficient.
The best thing you could do was hire a handyman yourself, but it was not like being a student in debt slash super villain who terrorizes the city as an act of rebellion against the government who continuously made people like you suffer in poverty on your free time slash being a gasoline girl paid enough to hire a handyman. Rent and food was already expensive as it was because the inflation rate was going crazy. You tried fixing it yourself but upon grabbing the screwdriver, you had contemplated your choices and decided to spare his heater of your obvious lack of experience when it comes to repairing stuff. Your forte was more on inflicting destruction and breaking things and you didn't want to ruin it beyond repair.
There was a cheesy telenovela playing on the old television and an empty ramen cup sitting on the coffee table right next to the cluster of notebooks and the remote control. You could already feel yourself slowly submitting into the land of dreams, your eyelids were drooping. The sound of a couple yelling curses at each other coming from the television was nothing but light buzzing to your ears, lulling you to sleep like a mother's lullaby. 
That was until you heard a knock on your door, and it was loud enough to pull you back to the land of the living in a jolt. You spent a few seconds contemplating if you should stand, and answer the door or settle with ignoring it. It might be something of very little importance, and you could afford the luxury of not having to stand and getting exposed to the cold. 
He heard the knock again, this time a bit insistent. Clicking your tongue in irritation, you threw the blanket off your body and trudged to the door while your mind ran a thousand miles per second as you thought of ways to commit murder with only the thin blanket you were holding and the possible places to dispose of the body without arousing suspicion. You settled with strangulation, and the abandoned dumpster in the desolated part of the suburbs.
Without even bothering to look at the peephole to see the fucker who dared to disturb your solitude, you threw the door open rather aggressively. Your face was now equipped with the meanest glare you hid in your arsenal—one that never fails to scare the shit out of someone who dared cross you—but it dissipated along the howls of the cold winter wind of January when your eyes landed on one shivering, bleeding, scared Taeyong.
Taeyong Lee, Neo Culture Technology's most prized personnel, the city’s hero, a savior of humanity. The person who never failed to save the city from the people who bring unnecessary evil and terror to the city—from people like you.
This was one big surprise, and you were never fond of surprises.
“Why…” you began, your voice barely audible and a bit shaky because it was freezing, as you eyed Taeyong's state: bruised and broken, and he was staring at you like you were his last resort to salvation. “Why are you here?”
Your thoughts about strangulation and homicide were gone as quick as they appeared, and it was replaced by thoughts questioning why Taeyong Lee of all people was right in front of your doorstep. 
Taeyong looked like he got mauled by some underworld hellhound and truthfully, you wouldn't be surprised if he indeed was mauled by one. He was seconds away from passing out judging from the way his eyes drooped heavily and how he swayed from side to side. Still, he looked up at you with those big eyes that used to always hold too much kindness in them but now it only looked empty which nearly frightened you. What did the world do to him? 
What he said next caused your brows to rise. 
“I didn’t know where else to go.”
He collapsed into your arms promptly after. 
Taking in an unconscious and wounded superhero (your nemesis for fuck’s sake!) into your humble apartment to tend on his injuries without even knowing why the fuck he was there in the first place was not in your itinerary. 
Minutes away from four AM, and yet here you were, holding a chunk of ice that was the same size as your palm to Taeyong’s bruised cheek as he snoozed away on your uncomfortable couch. Why not the bed? One might wonder, since a bed was more comfortable than a decade-old Ikea couch. You would totally put Taeyong out of the misery of having sore back muscles the moment he woke up, if only you actually owned a bed in the first place. Too bad you didn't. This was poverty. 
Taeyong stirred, and you retracted your hand, putting the ice pack on the coffee table.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
You watched Taeyong blink a few times, looking a bit disoriented, probably confused at the unfamiliar setting. When his eyes landed on you, the surprise was very noticeable. He immediately scrambled to sit up (a little too quickly to be considered comfortable judging from his current state), spluttering and absolutely failing to form coherent words. His face twists in pain because of the abrupt action. It took everything in you to not snort out loud and say “shouldn’t have done that, you idiot.” (This was why you were a villain.)
“Coffee? Tea?” you offered at Taeyong’s flabbergasted expression. “Wait, coffee. I forgot I don’t have tea. Too bad for you if you want one. You’ll settle for coffee in the meantime. Beggars can’t be choosers.” 
You removed your bum from the floor and stretched your muscles before making your way to the kitchen, not that much of a distance since your dining room slash kitchen was connected to the living room. You said absolutely nothing even though you could feel Taeyong’s eyes burning holes to the back of your head, resorting to singing a quiet song to avoid having a completely silent apartment.
You returned with two hot mugs of black coffee minutes later and handed Taeyong the other mug. Taeyong muttered a quiet thank you before accepting it, immediately taking a sip. You watched him as a quiet sigh left his lips the moment the hot coffee entered his system before he turned to meet your eyes.
“Okay, now that you’re awake, mind telling me what the fuck happened and why you decided to visit my humble abode?”
Taeyong didn't say anything for the first few seconds, sinking deeper into the blanket you encased him with. The same blanket you almost used as a murder weapon. Dual efficiency, get one now at your local iKEA.
“It’s cold in here,” Taeyong evaded your question, and you narrowed your eyes at the hero because you were not in the mood for this bullshit. It was four AM, and you were tired and sleepy and you had an overdue assignment in Forensic Chemistry that you should be doing right now if you want to submit it by sunset. 
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, and you could only roll your eyes at that question. You knew Taeyong long enough to know that when he was being like this, evading questions and avoiding your eyes, it meant that he didn't feel comfortable sharing just yet, so you didn't bother to continue asking. 
“Ironically, even though I am basically the winged version of Queen Elsa, the cold does bother me,” you said bluntly. “But my heater broke down, and I only have one blanket available.”
"Oh."
Taeyong glanced down at the blanket currently covering his body before looking back up at you, seeing you eyeing it like how a cat eyes a mouse. Wordlessly, his hand reached to tear it away from his body, and handed it back to you, but you immediately stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
He flinched the moment his skin came in contact with yours. As a side-effect of your ability, your skin was abnormally cold, colder than a corpse, and people becoming surprised because of your body temperature was no foreign experience to you. Your hand quickly unlatched from Taeyong's wrist, and you swore you were imagining the disappointed frown that settled on Taeyong's lips because when you blinked, his lips were set on a line. His shoulders sagged noticeably though. You knew he was disappointed.
“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized. “I’m doing a great job at absorbing the cold so keep the blanket. I can’t die of hypothermia but you can.” 
Taeyong hugged the blanket closer and it smelled so much like you that it terrified him because he realized how much he missed this. You always smelled like summer—like ocean waves, sweat, mint shampoo, watermelon, and iced coconut juice—even though you were literally a supervillain with the ability to create ice and snow and manipulate it as you wished. How can a child of winter smell so much like summer? He would never know. But he adored this, adored you.
“I haven’t seen you the last two weeks,” Taeyong said.
You shrugged nonchalantly, "Been busy lately. Trying to graduate and find cash and stuff.”
You threw your hands back, casually adding, “Man, I miss robbing a store.”
You were not surprised to find a glare settling in Taeyong's face and laughter erupted from your throat. 
“Stop doing crimes.”
“And what makes you think I’d listen to you?”
“Because I said so.”
“I don’t even listen to my mom, dude.” 
(Your mother was dead. Of course, you didn't listen to her. You never had the chance to do so.)
If the citizens of Neo City witnessed this moment where their beloved hero was having a friendly banter with one of the city’s most loathed super villains, they’d be losing their heads. They’d also be shocked because only you were capable of bringing this absolutely beautiful smile on their beloved hero’s face. And it’s only him who'd get to witness it. 
You could only imagine the scandal. The headlines would go: SHOCKING! NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY'S NO. 1 HERO HAS A ROMANTIC HISTORY WITH SUPERVILLAIN, ICE ANGEL. Perhaps the views would surpass the views of the last headline: NEO CITY'S MAYOR FOUND DEAD. CULPRIT UNKNOWN.
“Wait, what if I give them a warning? Like I’d say “hey dude, I’d kill you at four pm, catch ya later,” is that still considered murder?”
“[Name]," the way he said your name rolled with so much affection that it almost surprised you. "I believe that’s a threat.”
For now, the two of you were not hero and villain, you two were not enemies tasked to fight each other for your respective beliefs and everything you both stand for. For now, you were just [Name], a person who could barely make ends meet, was too smart for your own good, and had the coolest fingers in the world, and he was just Taeyong Lee, a boy who stared at you like he was still in love with you, had shoulders that seemed to be carrying the weight of the world and easily had the most adorable smile in the universe. Between you, there was history that no one knew.
“Wait, you mean to tell me you helped a grandma cross the street?!”
“Not important. Anyways, as I was saying, I was—”
“I knew you had kindness buried deep in your system!” Taeyong looked ecstatic for reasons unknown to you. “No matter how much you say you’re evil. I know you’re a good person. Nobody just stays long enough to see it.”
Ah.
“Oh?” you raised a challenging brow. “Nobody stayed long enough to see the good in me? So you’re implying that you stayed? Because that’s not exactly what happened.” 
Maybe you shouldn’t have said that, seeing as Taeyong's face dropped straight away. But his words just triggered something within you and it was now climbing its way out for the world to witness. You felt so stupid for momentarily forgetting that this was a man who had chosen a city over you when you would have chosen him even if the entire universe froze over.
“[Name].”
“What bullshit,” you sneered, and the muted rage in your heart suddenly surfaced like bubbles in a soda can. “Don’t make me laugh. If you knew, then tell me why did you leave?”
The words came freefalling out of your lips before you could stop them. You reached for the pocket of your shorts and pulled out a small piece of crumpled paper that was seconds away from getting torn apart. On that paper, Taeyong Lee wrote: I’m sorry but we’ll never work out. We’re on opposite sides.
His face fell when he remembered. That's right, be guilty. You always knew you were a bitter person, it was the only way you knew how to deal with all the suffering you went through. 
It was either the city or you. Taeyong chose the city, of course. You couldn't even give him a thick blanket, but the city can always offer more, and that's what he always wanted. More. He was a greedy and hungry fellow who craved more than what the people around him could give. He was never satisfied, never content, and he left you because of this.
You noticed Taeyong visibly swallowing.
“You left and then you hated me and then you showed up here at ass o'clock and then you pretend like we’re still friends and—” you choked. “I don’t even know anymore.”
Cold. It felt so cold.
“I think I need you out.” 
Out of your face. Out of the apartment. Out of your life. 
“[Name.]”
“Out, Taeyong.”
Taeyong Lee left the apartment like he always did and even though you thought you were used to it because you had been standing on the other side of the door as you watched it close, you still felt a sharp stab of pain in your chest. You hoped this was the last time he'd do this to you, because God knows you could not handle being left behind the other side of the door any longer. One day, you'd be the one to leave instead of the one who'd get left behind.
The next week, it was back to normal. You, in your super villain fit, robbed a store, and Taeyong, in all his superhero glory, stopped you, but allowed you to escape so you don't get caught up with the police.
After all, it was people like you who became the necessary antagonists so people like Taeyong could be given glory. He'd continue letting you go so he could play hero a bit longer.
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haevrrs · 2 years
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⁺ ˳ ⠀⠀◌⠀⠀ ✩ 🩰 ࣪ .
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flurrys-creativity · 4 months
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Pairing: Lee Taeyong (NCT) x GN!Reader; Genre: established relationship, fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: dark humour, mentions of blood, mentions of a cut finger; Wordcount: 407
Summary: Just another normal evening at your shared apartment. With a little red.
A/N: Last one for this small "spite" series! Someone doesn't want anything written for him? Sorry, not sorry! Here I am!
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Taeyong walked into the open dining area, expecting to find you there. To his surprise you were nowhere to be found, instead he noticed some blood splatter on the ground. He carefully stepped over it until he reached the large window opposite of the room. “Sugar?” Taeyong called out for you, eyeing the red around him with a quirked eyebrow. “Is there a reason for all the blood in the dining area?”
“Oh, sorry! I unalived the nosy neighbour and forgot to clean up the evidence.” 
Taeyong snorted and looked out the window, chuckling even more when he didn’t see the angry stare of the neighbour that usually greeted him when he stood half naked in front of that window. “Did he annoy you before your morning coffee?”
As you answered Taeyong with some sort of elaborate explanation from further into the apartment, Taeyong followed your voice. While he sensed you were alright since you answered him, he still worried about you as bleeding everywhere wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence.
He found you inside the bathroom, stopping at the open doorway and watching how you sat on the ground with the first aid kit and its contents thrown around you.
“And that’s why I decided to get rid of him”, you concluded, looking up when you heard his amused scoff. An awkward smile spread over your lips and you shrugged with your shoulders upon his quizzical expression. “I think I need some spice to help me.”
Taeyong grinned, hearing the pet name you started to use on him after he decided to call you sugar. He walked over to you and sat down with his legs crossed. “Let me guess, you slipped while stabbing him and therefore cut your finger.”
“Exactly.” You laughed softly and scooted closer to Taeyong, holding your hand towards him and letting him dote on you. “I’ll clean the mess up as soon as my finger stops bleeding.”
Taeyong shook his head. “You’ll get your soft blanket and snuggle up on the couch and wait for me to join you. No way you’ll lift a finger when injured. I’ll do that shit”, he paused and looked up at you with a crooked grin, “and get rid of the body too.”
You snickered and hid your face in his shoulder, after gently pushing him. “You weirdo.”
“Your weirdo”, he stated proudly before continuing to bandage your finger and placing a final kiss on it.
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limitlesssense · 1 year
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Taeyong in SuperM '100' Dance Practice
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princesharon · 2 years
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He better put me in a headlock
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kpop-stories-21 · 5 months
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Duty | Masterlist
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Group: SuperM
Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC
Ongoing Word Count:
Rating: 18-21+
Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as organizations, battles between rivals, mentions of past deaths, violence, fighting, blood, death, murder, minor character death, mxm relationships, polyamory
Summary: "We have to fulfill our duty to the agency." "What about our duty to each other?" Several years after the Incident that left South Korea's world of espionage shattered and torn, Jun Kyungshi puts together a team of top agents to hunt down those who caused the devastation and put an end to their dark plans.
Network pings: @cacaokpop-fics | @kdiarynet | @cultofdionysusnet
Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune
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Part One: Gathering Together
Prelude | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight
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defm0on · 1 year
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taeyong saving the world on his way to Thailand
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yongiverse · 1 year
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ꕥ: matching jaeyong icons for you and your bestie! ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
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laura12882 · 1 year
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Nct u the 7th sense
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SuperM Debut 3rd Anniversary
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merinaart · 2 years
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🐉 Happy Taeyong Day 🐉
Happy b day to the sweetest, talented baby 💛💛💛
Hope you ll have a great one and celebrate your special day properly! Thank you for your hard work and creativity you put out there!
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Taeyong in the SuperM Trailer
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xolilith · 2 years
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Tema - Lee Taeyong
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n/a: Olá, olá! gente essa daqui já existe no spirit! Eu amo essa, acho que é uma das melhores que eu já escrevi e é a única narrada em 1a pessoa! Pois é...
Boa leitura!
Engoli a droga do amor no seco. Fechei os olhos em apreciação e anseio pela a sensação que viria a seguir. Voltei o olhar para a paisagem em minha frente, a extensa parede de vidro que dava para o centro de Seul. O lugar que antes era tomado por centenas de pessoas, estava vazio e quieto pelo horário, mas ainda todo iluminado. Parecia ter um brilho especial mesmo que frívolo.
A melodia intensa da música que produzi ecoava por todo quarto de hotel, parei um pouco analisando aquela sincronia de letra e som. Sempre achei música um presente dos deuses para a humanidade, era incrível como podia caber tanta coisa em alguns minutos de música, em como elas tinham um poder de cura, de acolher, de escutar e, sobretudo, de criação.
Ter o poder de transformar meus sentimentos em música é algo que nunca poderia explicar. É algo que transcede, onde eu realmente podia dizer o que não poderia ser dito, das coisas mais bonitas até as mais dolorosas. Sempre existiu um espírito questionador dentro de mim, que me enlouquece lentamente. Quem eu sou? Quem eu quero ser? Quem eu quero me tornar… Me vejo escutando algumas das quais criei anos atrás e percebo que ainda sou ela. É isso, música sempre seria onde eu poderia me encontrar, o que chega a ser um pouco sem sentido, sinceramente.
Fui tirada dos meus pensamentos com aquela pergunta.
– Eu sou o tema dessa aqui? – A voz indagou, presunçosa. Dirigi minha atenção a Taeyong que escutava com atenção a música.
– Você era o problema dela, na real. – Caminhei até ele, jogando meu corpo ao seu lado no divã. – Mas sim, virou o tema, dessa aqui, e de todas as outras que escrevi.
Eu e Lee Taeyong eramos um caso difícil. Era, na verdade, um casinho resumido de fodas casuais e escondidas que tínhamos. Contudo, começamos a ter problemas no paraíso quando eu começei a ter alguns sentimentos ardendo em mim por ele, os quais externei para a minha arte. Eram dezenas de músicas eternizando, de alguma forma, aquilo que parecia, na minha visão, finito, além de demonstar o quanto eu me comportava como uma idiota quando o assunto era ele.
Sorrindo satisfeito com o que ouviu, o Lee levou a boca até a minha, iniciando mais um daqueles beijos, o qual aceitei de bom grado, me sentindo extasiada, não sei se por ser ele, ou pela droga do amor.
– Você sabe que é o tema de muitas das que eu produzo, uh? Me fazendo comportar como um romântico, só pra você.
– Sendo romântico sem ter que dar flor, não é? – Murmurei, com um tomzinho de escárnio. O que fez Taeyong revirar os olhos e respirar fundo.
– Eu sei que sou vacilão, mas... – Resmunguei pra que ele continuasse. – Pensa bem, há alguns meses atrás eu era bem mais que isso.
Assenti num gesto vazio.
– Você me deixa em cima do muro, Taeyong, não sei que o pensar quando é sobre você, fere meu ego demais. – Rebati.
– Eu gosto dessa sua coisa de ficar com o ego ferido e não apelar pro pranto, transformar em beleza como essa aqui.
– É? As outras não eram assim, não é, amor? Por isso que elas não duravam tanto na sua mão. – Estalei a língua no céu da boca como uma constatação, amarga. – Mas eu não sou como as suas outras, Tae.
– Você sabe que não é assim. – Fez um barulhinho de desaprovação para o que eu disse, apenas ignorei. – Sabe que tem sido a única há muito tempo. A única que faz eu me sentir fora de mim, a única que é dona das minhas inspirações. – Segurou meu rosto com cuidado pelo queixo, dizendo isso baixinho rente aos meus lábios. – Meu êxtase.
Fechei os olhos engolindo mais uma vez aquelas palavras que já haviam sido ditas, mas todas as vezes que as escutava sentia um toque estranho de vazio e, ao mesmo tempo, muito febril.
Taeyong trouxe os lábios até minha mandíbula, beijando demoradamente. Inclinei o pescoço pra que ele tivesse mais acesso a área, engolindo em seco quando ele marcou a pele firmemente com os dentes.
– Vamo esquecer essa discussão e fazer o que é mais eficaz do que se prender nelas.
Assenti obediente, sabendo o que viria a seguir, e vergonhosamente ansiosa por isso. Taeyong trouxe meu corpo pra cima do dele, beijando-me de forma intensa e forte, as mãos alisando as coxas por dentro da saia que usava, levando-as até o limite da cintura. Senti um leve estímulo na minha intimidade pela perna dele, movi o quadril contra o movimento, fazendo com que a pulsação entre minhas pernas aumentasse.
O efeito da droga do amor correndo na minha corrente sanguínea, multiplicando a sensação da carícia dele em mim, transformando toda a minha área corporal em uma zona erógena que precisava ser tocada. Me fazia querer nunca sair do aperto daquelas mãos, sentir cada pedacinho da minha pele ser tocada por ele, até tudo que restasse em mim fosse ele e todas aquelas sensações.
– Tae...
– Não tem noção do quanto significa pra mim, se soubesse, nunca pensaria que não é única pra mim. – Entre beijos molhados em meu pescoço, Taeyong murmurou. Me movia lentamente em seu colo, roçando os sexos com vontade.
– Tae, deixa eu... – Murmurei me levantando do colo dele, ajoelhando em sua frente, queria o gosto dele na língua. O sorriso satisfeito e sôfrego assim que eu massageei o virilidade por cima do tecido da calça. Quando o livrei do aperto das roupas, esfregei-o com as mãos, tendo ele crescendo sob elas, espelindo da fenda mais daquele líquido que me fez salivar. Lambi toda a extensão do pau, pesado e duro, massageando as bolas com mãos. Sorvendo com o músculo molhado a glande úmida, e depois engolindo tudo que conseguia, usando bem a língua pelas veias, e sendo agraciada pelos sons que saíam da boca dele.
– Não, não quero gozar nessa boquinha linda. Sabe como eu amo te ver escorrer com minha porra, então vem aqui, vem, vou te transbordar.
Taeyong tirou peça por peça que estava no meu corpo. Colocou-me contra a parede de vidro dali, de costas pra ele, fazendo meu corpo quente arrepiar com o contato frio e pulsar com o tesão quase que cruel. Taeyong tomou meus cabelos num rabo de cavalo, de modo que meu quadril ficasse empinado e colado a ele. Susurrou rente ao meu ouvido, com aquela voz gostosa que me fez arrepiar ainda mais.
– O que não vira palavra é essa coisa nossa só de sentir. – Afundou-se em em mim, certeiro e firme. Gemememos longamente. – A nossa vibração, querida.
Taeyong arremetia-se contra mim com vontade e firmeza, podia senti-lo inteiramente pulsando, tenso e quente, alcançando aquele lugar sensível, gritei com o espamo de prazer que correu sobre mim, apertando, engolindo tudo que ele podia me dar. A respiração dele desacompassada e ofegante batendo no meu pescoço, junto com os gemidos animalescos, sendo rapidamente levados pra um aspiral de prazer. Recebi todo aquele líquido que ele havia dito me transbordar. Taeyong não parou com o quadril até eu gemesse, manhosa e alta, só pra ele.
– Eu vou te lamber até o amanhecer, vou dar algo melhor do que nosso ego ferido pra você escrever. – Estendeu uma das mãos até minha intimidade, esfregando, espalhando com os dedos os líquidos meu e dele que escorriam de mim. Gemi sensitiva, não deixando de rebater provocativa.
– Vai?
– Pode acreditar, vou sim.
Taeyong me pega, me dobra, me põe de lado e me faz gozar nele até que os primeiros raios solares iluminassem através daquele vidro. Me transformando durante toda a noite num vulcão, movido a água e fogo e, além disso, dando-me o suficiente pra que ele e aquela droga de amor fosse sempre o tema lancinente de todas as minhas melodias.
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noah-shin · 2 years
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𝙽𝚌𝚝 - 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘à𝚛𝚍
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strayprince36 · 1 year
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I will NEVER understand how anyone can throw hate his way. I HATE the way some people treat idols, and idols like Taeyong should be TREASURED not hated!!
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jaerontaemo · 11 months
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