#taeyongxreader

[taey0ngsvape]

everything has changed - taeyong

“you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours”

pairing: taeyongxreader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.4k

contains: reader uses she/her pronouns, best friend mark, pining taeyong, getting together, reader’s love language is physical touch, kissing, tooth rotting fluff

summary: taeyong has admired you for as long as he can remember, but as his feelings for you change, he knows that he can’t keep them hidden anymore.

Taeyong watches your head fall back as you laugh at something Mark just said. A small smile plays onto his lips as your shoulders shake from the force of your laughter.

He loves your laugh. He loves everything about you actually, but your laugh was the first thing he really noticed after he first met you. Mark had been the one to introduce the two of you and from that first day, Taeyong thought you were beautiful and funny and kind, and his feelings for you had only intensified since then as he got to know you better. 

He likes spending time with you and Mark, because Mark was your best friend and he knew how to make you laugh. Sure, Taeyong wishes he could be the one making you laugh, but as long as he gets to see the joyful expression on your face, he doesn’t really mind. 

You turn to him, a wide smile on your face and his breath hitches. You look absolutely radiant and the way you’re looking at him is full of such fondness that it makes his stomach flip. “What do you think Tae?” you ask.

“About what?” he asks, because he hasn’t actually been paying attention to the conversation for at least five minutes now.

You playfully roll your eyes. “Are you even listening?”

“Yes!” Taeyong says defensively.

“Well, we were talking about whether Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle is better than Chihiro from Spirited Away. I think we’ve come to the conclusion that Sophie is considerably less annoying.”

“Chihiro was only a kid,” Taeyong points out. “Sophie had like… life experience.”

“But if you had to choose,” you say.

Taeyong shrugs. “I pick both.”

“See! I told you,” Mark says and immediately you turn back to him, continuing the conversation (that was really more of an argument). It was lighthearted and full of laughter and Taeyong is more than content to watch two people he loves enjoy each other’s company. 

Eventually, Mark has to leave, so Taeyong walks you back to your apartment. You loop your arm through his, something he’s become used to over the months you’ve known each other. You tend to be touchy with others, especially your friends. Every time you walk together, you’re always holding onto him in some way, whether it be resting your hand on his arm or intertwining your fingers. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking up at Taeyong, who has been deep in thought ever since you started the walk.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s a reflex. And it is true for the most part, except for the fact that he’s helplessly in love with you and has been for a while now, which is something he can never tell you. He can’t lose you, because as much as he’s attracted to you, you’re his friend first and he can’t imagine his life without you. 

“You just seemed a little… out of it, I guess,” you say. “You’re thinking about something. What is it?”

Taeyong doesn’t meet your eyes, afraid that if he does he’ll spill everything. “It’s nothing,” he says. 

You sigh softly. “You know you can talk to me right? I’m your friend.”

And that’s the problem, he thinks to himself. You’re his friend and that’s it.

“I want to help. Just let me into that pretty head of yours,” you say and his cheeks flush at the word ‘pretty.’

“It’s nothing,” he says gently. “Don’t worry about me.” 

He slings an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. You lean into his touch and he can’t help but feel like this is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.

But it’s not.

And that’s the problem.

He resists telling Mark until the last possible moment. He’s perfectly fine with keeping his feelings to himself, but eventually he can’t bottle them up anymore. He needs someone to talk to and there’s no one better than Mark, who’s not only his friend, but yours as well. If anyone is going to understand why Taeyong loves you so much, it’s Mark.

“Is everything alright?” is the first thing Mark asks him when they meet up to talk. All Taeyong had told him ahead of time was that he needed someone to talk to and that he trusted Mark the most.

“It’s nothing bad,” Taeyong assures quickly. “But I need you to promise that you’re going to keep this to yourself. This is something really personal and I don’t want anyone else knowing about it.”

“Of course dude,” Mark says. “This is your business, no one else’s.”

Taeyong smiles. “Thank you.”

Mark waits patiently as Taeyong gathers his thoughts, figuring out what he’s going to say, but in the end it proves to be completely futile because he just ends up blurting out, “I’m in love with (y/n).”

Mark looks a little surprised at first, so Taeyong keeps talking. “I have been for a while now. She’s just… I mean you know her better than anyone. You know that she’s kind and sweet. You know that she makes people laugh and can brighten anyone’s day. You already know that she’s loveable. And falling in love with her was easy. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Mark says, and he offers Taeyong a smile. “And for the record, this makes me really happy. I love you and I love (y/n) and I’m glad you love her too.”

Taeyong mirrors Mark’s smile and looks down at his lap.

“You know,” Mark laughs, “Before I introduced you, I was afraid you weren’t going to get along. And I love both of you so much and I was so scared that you weren’t going to like each other. So personally, this is like… the best possible outcome.”

“Aside from the fact that she only sees me as a friend,” Taeyong points out. 

“Have you told her how you feel?” Mark asks. Taeyong shakes his head. “Then how do you know that?”

Taeyong gives him a look that says, come on man, be serious. “She asked me what was going on the other day and told me I could tell her anything because we’re friends. She only sees me as a friend.”

Mark looks at him sympathetically. “I think you should tell her man. There’s no real way to know unless you do.”

Taeyong shakes his head. He can’t.

Unfortunately for him, things don’t go as planned. As he falls harder, deeper, he quickly realizes that he can’t keep living like this. He can’t keep watching you laugh while not being able to pull you into his arms. He can’t keep looking at you as you smile at him while not being able to close the space between you and feel your lips against his own.

Which is new. Sure, the thought of kissing you had crossed his mind a few times, but recently it’s become all he can think about. You own what seems like 30 different chapsticks, all of them flavored differently and he wants to taste every one. He wants to cup your face in his hands and bring your lips to his, kissing you until he’s out of breath. Recently, it’s the only thing he wants.

So he tells Mark.

“You should talk to her soon,” he says. “You know she’s going home for a month in like... two weeks. I don’t mean to pressure you, but the clock is ticking.”

Which is how Taeyong ends up on your doorstep not even two hours later. He thought about buying flowers, but figured that was too much.

Once he knocks, he’s only waiting for a few seconds before the lock clicks and the door opens. You peek out and when you see him standing there you smile. Opening the door, you step aside so he can enter your apartment.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” you say, making your way over to the couch and patting the cushion next to you, beckoning him to come and sit down.

“I need to tell you something,” Taeyong says, cutting right to the chase. The butterflies in his stomach are going wild and he’s avoiding your gaze. He isn’t sure he can look at you when he says it, too afraid of your reaction. A look of disappointment, rejection. He’s not sure he could take it.

“Okay,” you say, and you put your hand on his knee, the smallest of touches but it makes him feel warm all over. “What is it?”

Taeyong opens his mouth, and then closes it again.

“I don’t have to give you the ‘you can always trust me’ talk again, right? You know you can tell me anything. I’m here to listen to your problems because I’m your friend.”

Taeyong sighs. “That is the problem.”

You go quiet for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”

“You’re my friend,” he says. “Just my friend. But I… I can’t help myself. I just wish you were more.”

“More?” you ask softly, and finally, he looks at you.

For a moment, he’s breathless. You look the same as you do every day, hair a little messy, wearing a big t-shirt that’s probably Mark’s, but you look beautiful to Taeyong. And he knows he’s helplessly in love with you. He can’t keep pretending that he isn’t.

So he says it. “I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t lean away from him or reject him, at least not immediately.

“I wanted to keep it to myself. I didn’t—I don’t—want to ruin our friendship. But every time I see you I just… I wish you were mine. And I can’t keep thinking like this without telling you how I feel.”

“Tae…”

“You don’t have to like me back. You don’t owe me anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel. And I’m sorry if this ruins things between us, but I hope it doesn’t because first and foremost, I like being your friend.”

“I like being your friend too,” you say. “But I’d like to be more too. I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.”

Taeyong is so surprised that he sits there shocked for a second, unable to speak. But once your words sink in he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide smile. “I’d love that,” he says. “I’ll be yours for as long as you want me.”

You break into an identical smile. “I can’t see the future, but I imagine I’ll want you for a very long time.”

He blushes, and before he can back out, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering him, you lean over and press your lips against his. It’s just a quick peck, testing the waters. He doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it’s already over, and it isn’t enough. Almost instantly, he’s cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you back to him, kissing you tenderly, much deeper than before. 

It’s everything he imagined and more. He swipes his tongue over your lower lip and is met with the faint taste of strawberries. Your lips part, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, and it takes everything in him not to groan into the kiss. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

When you break apart, you’re both breathless and Taeyong doesn’t let go of you, instead gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You are so beautiful,” he tells you because he can. He can tell you all the things he’s been thinking all these months.

You smile at him. “So are you. Sometimes it takes my breath away,” you admit. 

He laughs. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

When he lets go of you, you snuggle into his side and almost instinctively he wraps an arm around you, holding you close to him. It feels so right and he loves it.

“Wanna watch something?” you ask.

“Sure,” he says. “You pick.”

“Only if you promise not to complain.”

“Then you better pick something good,” he teases.

As you scroll through various options he presses a kiss to the top of your head and smiles to himself, his heart filled with love.

Two weeks later, he’s at the airport with you, waiting at the gate for you to board your flight. You’ve been holding his hand for the past hour and he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb gently while you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

As your boarding group is called, you stand up and stretch. Taeyong stands and pulls you into his arms. For a few seconds, all you do is stand in each other’s embrace and Taeyong presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, unafraid to admit it.

“I’ll miss you too,” you say with a soft smile. “But I’ll text you every day and call you as often as I can. It’s only a month.”

Taeyong sighs, looking at you.

“It’ll be over before you know it,” you tell him and as you smile, so does he.

You lean in pressing your lips to his and he rests his hands on your hips as you kiss. You break away before he wants to, but he knows you don’t have all the time in the world.

“I love you,” he says. 

It just kind of slips out, but he doesn’t regret saying it. He means it. He loves you and has for a while.

For a moment, you’re stunned, before you smile and say, “I love you too.”

He smiles at you, brushing some hair out of your face.

He kisses you one more time before you give him one last hug and then grab your suitcase and head for the boarding tunnel. You wave goodbye and he waves back, waiting until you disappear around the corner.

Before turning to leave the airport, he sends you a text.

Text me when you land. I love you

As he’s leaving the airport doors, his phone buzzes and he glances down at the screen to a text from you.

I love you too

He smiles at the screen before slipping his phone back into his pocket, a sense of warmth filling his chest. You love him. And it’s a wonderful feeling.

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[kjmsupremacist]

something new (taeyong/reader)

reader, a successful businesswoman in her early thirties, meets a younger taeyong at a bar and ends up inviting him home.

- request fill for @abunnycotton​! she wanted to know how rin and taeyong from my johnny fic started dating 🥰 (you don’t have to have read that one to understand this!)

requests are OPEN - feel free to send me an ask! (please read my RULES first!)

Characters: Taeyong, female reader

Genre: oneshot, smut, getting together

Warnings: alcohol mentions, slight age gap, mild d/s themes

Rating: Explicit

Length: 3.5k

It’s been a long day, and that’s by your standards, which have been buried six feet under by working a corporate, executive-level job for the past seven years of your life. You woke up at six and hit the ground running, and only just left the office, right before nine. It was the good kind of busy, but busy nonetheless. Luckily, it’s Friday, so instead of going home, you head to one of your favorite bars.

A few appraising eyes follow you when you enter and make your way to an open seat at the bar. You get it—you’re not all that young anymore, and you can imagine the stories people are writing about you in their heads the instant they see you. Professional, fine lines, no ring. Coldhearted, money-hungry bitch without any concept for a woman’s place.

And they’d be half-right. You’re ambitious; that’s how you got here. And you certainly don’t care about your feminine responsibilities. Being a wife or a mother are pretty low on your list. You’re not coldhearted, though. It’s just that you’re busy, and most guys your age are already paired off, or are looking for a housewife to take care of them and raise their kids, and that’s just not going to be you. 

You order, shaking your coat off and folding it in your lap as you wait for your drink. When you turn your head, you notice a younger guy watching you a few seats down. He realizes you’ve caught him staring, but he doesn’t look away. He just makes a sort of self-deprecating face, and then plucks up his drink and hops off his seat, coming up to you.

“Sorry,” he says as soon as he’s close enough for you to hear him. “Can I join you?”

You eye him. “Are you even old enough to drink?” you ask.

“I’ve been out of college almost a year,” he says, laughing. “Promise. I’m almost twenty-four.”

You nod for him to take a seat. “If you’re twenty-four, how come you’re not out at a club with your friends? Isn’t that what twenty-four-year-olds do?” The bartender returns with your drink. “Thank you,” you add to her, accepting it. 

“My friends are busy,” the guy says. “Plus, I like trying out new spots around the city. I did my clubbing and partying in college. One weekend off isn’t a huge loss.” He stirs his drink with the little plastic straws it came with; whatever it is, he must have been holding onto it for a while, because the ice cubes have already melted. “And I like meeting new people. Like you.” He looks up, almost batting his eyelashes at you. “I’m Taeyong. What’s your name?”

“I’m [Y/N],” you reply slowly.

“[Y/N],” he repeats. “It’s a pretty name. It suits you.”

The blatant flirting makes you laugh. “Taeyong,” you say. “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?”

“I dunno,” he says. “How old are you?”

“That’s rude,” you chastise him. He flushes; you laugh again. “But I’ll tell you. I’m thirty-one.”

Taeyong smiles. “Then, no. That’s not even ten years.”

“That’s your rule?” you ask.

“Depends on the person,” he says coyly, no longer flustered. “You seem nice. And you’re beautiful. So I don’t have a problem with it.”

Oh, what the fuck. It’s not like you have plans. “Okay, Taeyong,” you say. “What are you drinking, then? I’ll buy your next one.”

He looks surprised. “But women aren’t supposed to buy men drinks,” he says. “What about, like, the wage gap?”

“Maybe,” you say, “but considering our age gap, I think it’s safe to assume I make more than you.” You nod at the glass in his hand. “What is it?”

He looks a little embarrassed. “Um, a rum and Coke.”

“Oh, that won’t do,” you say. “You like sweet drinks?” He nods. “They have something here called Just Peachy. It’s peach liquor and peach lemonade, with some orange bitters. It’s really good. Wanna try it?”

“Sure,” he says shyly, downing the rest of his watery rum and Coke. You flag the bartender down.

Soon, Taeyong is enjoying his new drink, and you find yourself warmed to him. You order some duck fat fries for the two of you to snack on, only realizing afterwards that this was probably Taeyong’s plan all along. He says he’s looking for work in the music industry while maintaining a part-time job at his local grocery store—so he doesn’t have a lot of money to spare. It makes sense now that he would be out alone. He was watching for someone like you—older, richer, and easily charmed—so he could spend their money. 

You don’t feel irritation at this discovery, though. A few drinks and a couple of bar snacks do not make a dent in your bank account. If he’s hungry, you might as well feed him. He’s good company; it’s the least you can do. You ask him what else he would like to eat; he takes you up on the offer and asks to order a flight of sweets. You oblige. 

He’s nice to look at, too—features perfect like a doll’s, as if made intentionally by careful hands instead of grown into being by natural process. He has big, pretty eyes and lips that like to smile as much as they pout; his eyebrows, cheekbones, and jawline are all surprisingly sharp, like delicate knives cutting across the gentleness of his face. His hair is a shock of cotton-candy pink, side-swept and soft. You find yourself leaning in, listening closely to what he has to say. He’s beautiful; beauty is alluring. 

You let your mind entertain the thought of taking him home, though you won’t act on it unless he asks. You don’t think he will ask; it seems he’s here to get a free meal and a couple free drinks and then head home. You’re content with that, but it does scrape out a little hollow of sadness in you. Returning home alone feels empty, somehow. 

The hours drip by, slowed by the brightness of his company and the lethargy of the alcohol. He asks surface-level questions of you, but seems to be intent on internalizing them all the same. 

“What do you do for work?”

“I work at a trading company,” you say. “Management, mostly. It’s boring and busy at the same time, but it pays the bills.”

He nods. “Then what do you do for fun, if your job is boring?”

You hesitate, then shrug. “I draw,” you say. “Just sketches, really. I don’t have time for anything else. I do this.” You gesture to your environment. “I don’t know, I try to delight in the little things, I suppose. Most people don’t have the privilege to.”

“No one in your life, then?” Taeyong asks. “I mean, I assume because you’re here and you haven’t mentioned anybody.”

“Yes,” you admit. “I’m a bit busy for the commitment of a real relationship, you know?”

Taeyong rolls his eyes. “I have a lot of friends in business who say that same thing. I don’t ask to—to shame you,” he adds when you frown. “I only meant—if you would like to have company tonight, I—I would like that. I meant, if there isn’t somebody else.”

You smile at his clumsiness. “There isn’t anybody else,” you say warmly. “I’d love to bring you back to mine, if you want.”

His lashes are like the wings of a butterfly, eyes rounded in the performance of surprise and delight; underneath, the satisfaction of victory, nearly hidden. “Thank you,” he says, though the implication is that he is doing you a favor. “I promise I won’t be too much trouble.”

You give him a look. “Well, a little trouble is alright, I think.”

He grins. 

You pay the bill and shrug your coat on, following him out the door. You get a taxi, letting him slide in first. You’re mostly silent on the ride home; the passive scrutiny of the driver is enough to make speaking uncomfortable. You would rather let him continue to guess at the nature of your relationship with Taeyong, and Taeyong seems happy to sit quietly and watch the city pass by out the windows, anyway. 

When you reach your building, Taeyong gasps in appreciation over the lavish decor of the lobby. “You’re rich rich,” he giggles, like he didn’t seek you out for that reason. You let him shield himself in his lie, only offering a smile. “Sorry,” he adds out of courtesy. “I’m just impressed. You must work hard.”

“I did when I was younger,” you say as the elevator doors close. “After a certain point, though, if you’re lucky, you don’t have to work so hard anymore. I was lucky.”

“Still,” Taeyong says. 

The elevators open onto your floor, and you lead Taeyong down the hall to your door, unlocking it with the tap of a key to the electronic lock, and pushing it open. 

Taeyong doesn’t comment on the interior—perhaps he’s decided he’s filled his quota of overstepping for one night, or simply doesn’t have anything good to say. You hope it’s the former; though logically his approval counts for very little, you want it anyway. 

Instead, once his shoes are off and his coat hung up, he turns to you with a shy smile. “Where do you want me?” he asks. 

You laugh. “I was just going to show you my bedroom, unless you’re having other ideas.”

He shakes his head; his bangs fall into his eyes. “Bedroom is fine by me.”

You lead him down the hall, then pause in your doorway. “Taeyong,” you say softly. “I hope you know that you don’t owe me anything just because I bought you a drink or two. I did that without expecting anything in return. I only want it if you do, too.”

But he’s smiling. “This is exactly why I approached you, [Y/N]. Really.” He comes right up to you, so close that you can feel the heat of his body. “I want it. I want you.”

The sweet dip in his tone surprises you. You suppose it shouldn’t—he’s an adult, has been one for a while—but somehow, it throws you off-balance, his confidence, only barely tempered by his cuteness. Maybe it is the age difference; maybe younger people are just more comfortable being more forward—or maybe it’s just him.

You recover quickly. “Okay, Taeyong,” you say, smiling. “Then come here.”

He’s already close enough that kissing him requires you only to lean forward a few centimeters before your lips find his. Despite the cold sharpness of some of his features, his lips are soft and warm. He draws closer almost naturally; one of your hands ends up on his little waist. The instant you touch him, all your trepidation disappears; suddenly, kissing him isn’t enough. Suddenly, you want everything.

You wrench yourself away so you can pull him to your bed. He follows eagerly, reaching up for you again as soon as he’s seated on the edge of the mattress. His hands fumble over your clothes, over the buttons of your blouse. You let him undo them with clumsy fingers, nudging his knees apart with your legs so you can step closer.

You break the kiss so you can shrug your shirt off, taking the chance to unbutton and unzip your pants as well. Taeyong makes a soft noise of complaint, but upon realizing what you’re doing, quickly shifts to working on his own clothing. 

“D’you have a strap?” he asks softly. “It’s okay if not, I just—”

“I don’t, sorry,” you say, feeling genuinely remorseful. You’d never really seriously entertained the idea of pegging—you didn’t know if you’d ever meet a guy who would be into it—but now you want it, want to fuck him like that. You make a mental note to add a strap to your shopping list. “Is that something you like, baby?”

You see him shiver at the word baby. “Yes,” he says, “but it’s not the only thing I like.” One of his hands catches your wrist; he dips his head and presses a soft kiss to your palm. “Will you ride me, then?”

You smile, heat coursing through your body when he looks up at you, lips still on your hand. “You want me to be in control, is that it?” He nods wordlessly. “Good,” you say. “That’s what I want, too.” You nod at him. “Go on then, up by the pillows.”

He obeys, scooting up your mattress and lying back against the pillows. You pull open your bedside drawer for a condom and follow, settling beside him on your knees.

Taeyong reaches for you as soon as you stop moving. “Let me do it,” he says. “You’ll be doing all the hard work later, anyway.”

You smile, straddling his waist, keeping your knees bent at ninety degrees so he has room to fit his hand between your bodies. His fingers are soft and slim and deft; he sucks on them to wet them and then stretches his hand out toward you, gentle and practiced, sliding them past your clit and sinking them slowly into the wet heat of your pussy.

He’s good with his fingers, you quickly discover. He twists his wrist, curling them inside you until you gasp, nearly pitching forward on top of him. He gets comfortable at that angle and speeds up, blinking at you hopefully while you moan quietly, arousal thrumming through your body like a second heartbeat. He seems even more eager than you; he whimpers softly in response to the noises you make, eyes big and starry. 

“What, baby?” you whisper.

“You just sound so good,” he says. “Just want to fuck you.”

You laugh, bending over over him carefully so you don’t shift out of his reach, and kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute for your own good, you know,” you say. He makes a happy noise in response. 

He fingers you until four fingers doesn’t feel like a stretch and you’re dripping down his knuckles. He’s already hard just from fingering you, which you kind of find sweet, so you roll the condom onto his cock while he cleans his fingers with his tongue. 

“Hurry up,” he complains, when you hover over him teasingly.

“Don’t be rude,” you say, but you lower yourself down onto him all the same, pressing a hand on his chest to keep your balance as you bottom out. Taeyong whines, squeezing his eyes shut. “Good?”

“Good,” he gasps. “Will you—will—” He offers you a splayed-open palm.

“You want me to hold your hand, baby?” You’re genuinely amused, interlacing your fingers with his. “Sure.” You roll your hips, and you both let out breathy moans.

You press your intertwined hands into the mattress so you can use the other one to card through his hair. He leans into your touch, finally opening his pretty eyes. You move a little faster, but keep an even, measured pace. You don’t want to exhaust yourself too fast, and besides, you want to be able to look at him.

Your fingers find his jaw; your grip tightens, thumb pressed into the hollow of his cheek. “Look at you,” you whisper. He whines again. “So pretty, baby. Feel so nice, too.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers quietly. His hips twitch upwards to meet you, almost involuntary. His eyes never leave yours; they’re a hazy and a little unfocused, but his gaze stays glued firmly to to you, almost like he can’t bear to look away.

“You like it?” you coo, stroking your thumb over his cheek.

“Like it, I like it,” he says, nodding as best he can with his head in your hand. He squeezes your hand. “Kiss me,” he demands.

And you do, leaning forward with a smile and pressing your lips to his, scraping a little with your teeth while he moans. He’s warm, so warm; the noises he makes are so sweet. He dips his head so he can kiss your chest; your hand moves to the back of his skull. 

“You can leave a mark, if you like,” you pant, realizing now that you’re short of breath from the exertion, the adrenaline. “No one will say anything to me.”

He doesn’t respond verbally; instead, you feel teeth against your skin, and his tongue, wet and hot, as he works to leave dark hickeys blooming in the shape of his mouth. He’s rocking his hips up now, fucking up into you clumsily. His free hand fumbles between your bodies before finding purchase against your inner thigh, and then you feel his thumb against your clit. You gasp, curling forward, not sure how to handle everything you’re feeling.

Taeyong stays attached to your chest until he’s satisfied with the number of marks littered across it. He then raises his head to steal another kiss, breath trembling and uneven. His little noises have grown more insistent now; there’s a hint of desperation to his movements. 

“You close?” you ask softly. “You gonna come?”

“Mm-hm, yes,” he says, nodding. He speeds up his finger against your clit. “A-are you?”

“Yes,” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your orgasm takes you half by surprise. One moment you think you’re nearing it, and the next, pleasure shocks your body in waves. You convulse around Taeyong, jaw dropped open. He moves his hips faster still, gasping softly at the sudden tightness. You feel him let go as your breathing begins to slow, and spread your hand against his stomach so you can feel the shuddering of his body as he comes. 

You stay quiet for a few moments, catching your breath. Taeyong flings an arm over his eyes, letting out a tired sigh. When you look down at him, you see a smile forming on his lips. You find yourself holding back a smile, too. It’s not that you don’t usually enjoy sex, but that after is often awkward. But here, there’s no awkwardness. You feel good, and light. It feels almost like the start of something new.

“What do you think about a shower, and then bed?” you ask, deciding to shelve your thoughts for later.

He lifts his arm slightly so he can look at you. He grins. “I think that sounds great.”

.｡.･ﾟ･:*♡*:･ﾟ･.｡.

The next morning, you slip from bed before Taeyong wakes up to throw together some breakfast. He comes into the kitchen as you’re plating it, yawning and rubbing his eyes. 

“Good morning,” he says quietly.

“Good morning,” you reply evenly, sliding him a plate. 

You chat about nothing while you eat, letting the calm quiet of the morning soothe you. Eventually, you settle into a sort of amiable silence as you finish your coffees. You watch him as he swirls his cup, his looks perfect even straight out of bed. You’re not sure why, but you want to spoil him.

“Taeyong,” you say at length. “I had fun. Last night.”

“Good,” Taeyong replies. “So did I.”

“I was thinking,” you continue, “if you’re cool with seeing me again, I’d love to take you to dinner sometime.”

Taeyong giggles, a sweet sound, placing his empty cup on the table and leaning forward. “I’d like that,” he says.

And so it begins. You exchange numbers, and go on a series of pseudo-dates. You even buy a strap. It’s just a fling, really: you’re not exclusive, and you don’t see each other regularly, but you do keep up with him. You find yourself at least vaguely worried about his health and his wellbeing, and in return he seems genuinely concerned about you, too. It’s not a relationship, but it’s nice. You’re happy to have a pretty boy to shower with gifts and nice food and whatever else he might desire. 

Eventually, he coaxes you into coming to a party to meet some of his friends. They’re all around his age, if not younger, so it perturbs you a bit to be in their company, but you find quickly that they’re open and welcoming and kind. Though you keep to the fringes of the reveling, you find yourself warmed by their presence. 

“Are you having fun?” Taeyong asks, sidling up to you some number of hours later.

“I am,” you say, giving him a mischievous sidelong glance. “I didn’t know you had so many handsome, eligible young bachelor friends. Aren’t you worried that one of them is gonna steal me away from you?” you tease.

Taeyong smiles. “No,” he says pertly, “‘cuz I know you like me.”

You turn to face him. “That’s true enough,” you say. It comes out softer, more tender than you intended.

But Taeyong’s smile remains. “It’s a good thing, too. Because I really do like you, [Y/N].”

“Yeah?” For some reason, you’re nervous. You look over the face you’ve come to adore so much, at the boy you never thought you’d find so hard to let go. 

“Yeah.” He hooks his arm through yours, leaning close. “Do you want to get out of here?” he asks lowly.

You smile, too. “As much as I enjoy your friends, I would love to,” you reply.

When he kisses you, it occurs to you that he might not just be a fling anymore. You’re not quite sure what it is yet, but that’s okay. It’s something new.

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[worshiphoseok]

hi y'all i need help finding a taeyong series here. i read it few weeks ago and like the first part came out like last year? and the second or third one was released this year and ìt was like 20k words . so basically the reader goes to a Christian college cause her father is a pastor. and like taeyong is in a gang and he does business with the pastor and he finds out about the reader and becomes obsessed with her and she falls for him even tho he did so many messed up things like. please please i hope anyone can help me find it .

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[nctsblog]

[1:00am] having a heartfelt, deep, philosophical conversation with boyfriend!Taeyong because neither of you can’t sleep. 

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[noonas-kpop-fix]

Don’t stop, baby don’t stop

As promised here’s my TaeyongxReader smut. The plot is pretty much a girl sent you a photo through his phone that appears to be Taeyong and her kissing. You never gave him a chance to explain and pretty much have been avoiding him so he used your cell phone to lure you back to his place.

I was inspired by a drama I watched lol

"Where is it?!" I stormed in through his front door slamming it behind me. He stared back watching me close. I knew that he had my cell phone hidden somewhere in his apartment and I was quickly losing my patience. I opened drawers flipping through everything I could get my hands on. Taeyong suspiciously had both hands behind his back. I walked over standing front of him sticking out my right hand "Taeyong, I'm not messing around, give me my damn phone" He rose a brow "Huh? This?" Just then he snapped a hand cuff on my wrist and soon both of my hands were locked. I was so baffled by the situation I stood unsure of what to do. "Taeyong, what the-" "This was the only way you would sit still and listen to me" I back stepped toward the door but he grabbed me by my arms. "Will you just listen to me for a minute?" he snapped. "You lied to me, what the hell else is there to say? I saw you two" let me go or I swear I'm gonna yell rape" He didn't flinch. "No, you're not" I shot back the most determined look that he stepped back grabbing something from the coffee table. Before I had time to think, my mouth was taped shut. My eyes widened. What the hell do I do now? I had no way out. I didn't want to listen to him. He had a pretty messed up past and I was convinced he hadn't changed. I had a picture of him kissing his so called high school friend and everything seemed to indicate him being unfaithful to me. "Noona.. You're going to listen to me whether you want to or not." I looked away angrily mumbling through my taped mouth. I tried to flee again but he took me pulling my body to his. I couldn't get out of his hold. "I didn't cheat, I promise. I don't know how she got that picture. It’s not what it appears. You're taking things our of context." I rolled my eyes. He lifted my chin making me look into his eyes. "I love you, and you alone.." I could always tell when Taeyong was telling the truth by his tone and face and right now all the doubt I had was gone. I nodded accepting his honesty. He slowly peeled off the tape from my mouth. "Ow" He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Sorry" he smiled mischievously. He reached in his jean pocket and pulled out the key and unlocked the cuffs. I was mesmerized by him. He was always so attractive no matter what he was doing. As soon as he removed the second cuff I reached out taking it from him. He stood still curiously waiting. I placed one cuff on his wrist and he didn't stop me. I then closed it, locking it on. I pulled him over to the sofa, sitting him down. The atmosphere had taken a complete turn. I sat behind him pulling both of his hands together then locked both of his hands to his back. A smirk formed on his lips as he waited. I stood up and sat on his lap. "You've been really bad Taeyong." I leaned down and began to leave kisses on his neck. "Really, really bad.." He opened his neck more granting me better access. I licked his favorite spot then began to suck on it. He sighed in satisfaction enjoying himself. "Are you going to punish me?" he hummed. I pushed my hands under his shirt and caressed his chest. "Mmm.. Punish me Noona" I lifted my head and faced him giving him an alluring smile. He stared back with lust in his eyes. I leaned in licking his lips, then bit his bottom lip. As I let his bottom lip go, he closed into me hungrily grabbing my lips with his kissing me passionately. His tongue slid around mine trying to dominate me. I almost lost control. I pulled back and stared at him with teasing eyes. I stood up removing absolutely everything I had on. Taeyong watched desperately wanting to touch me and feel me. I began to feel myself, touching my own breasts, pulling on my nipples. I was so turned on watching him. Taeyong licked his lips starting to lose himself drunk on desire "Noona, let me go. That's my job.." his breath hitched. I smirked evilly then ran my right hand under me, inside of me feeling myself and I was so wet already. Taeyong attempted to get close. I pulled my right hand out placed my fingers into his mouth. He sucked my juices shutting his eyes riling him up more. "Fuck Noona.. You taste so-- Let me-" his words drowned by desire. I chuckled under my breath, loving the control I had over him. I pulled him up and sat myself on the sofa spreading my legs open and he kneeled down on both knees in front of me lowering his face in between my thighs. As soon as his tongue entered me pleasure filled my body. I tugged at his hair, holding his head as it bobbed into me. "Ahh-Taeyong - Ahh" He wasn't holding back any tricks with his tongue. He dominated me completely. I felt a sudden rush of pleasure fill me. I needed him inside of me completely. He rose his head locking his eyes on mine. I reached over unlocking one cuff and as soon as I did he went down on me again, feeling my body with his hands this time and soon I felt another jolt of pleasure.

“Tae--”

I threw my head back as it filled me.

He stood up removing his shirt with his eyes never trailing away from me. He loved watching me, watching the pleasure he gave me. I reached in helping him with his pants and boxers and he soon hovered above me. He kissed my neck impatiently as he touched me all over. I pulled him to me loving the closeness of his body on mine. His lips trailed up to mine and he kissed me again harder than before.

I ran my hands up and down his chest and torso slowly then pulled him down on me wanting him to enter me.

"Noona, now you're the one being bad. Such a bad girl.." He reached down feeding himself into me. I moaned holding him tighter finally feeling him inside of me.

“Ahh Noona, you feel so good” he breathed out into my neck giving me goosebumps.

He started off slow, so slow. He was doing it in purpose. "Taeyong" I breathed out protesting. He pushed his lips on mine, biting and sucking my bottom lip. "Shh, be a good girl Noona. I'm in control now" His pace suddenly quickened and he continued giving me sloppy kisses until we both reached that peak of pure bliss. His thrusts continued fast and they began to slow as the surge of pleasure passed. With his last thrust, he leaned over kissing my lips never getting enough of me. I cupped his chin holding his head in my hands and kissed him back. He covered me into his arms and we lay on the sofa holding each other still kissing. "I love you Noona, always remember that" I hugged him tight. "I'm sorry.. I love you too Taeyong.." He laughed under his tired breathless voice. "Babo" and gave me a squeeze.

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[pocketk-pop-blog]

Guns & Roses || Taeyong (NCT) x Reader || Mafia AU

Summary: What happens when life goes wrong in all the right ways,  you end up almost screwing yourself over, but someone saving you instead. Said person is set on keeping you safe after this encounter, so you do what you can to bring them from the shadows. 

 Chapter: Chapter One

 Words: 919 words 

 Author: Admin Elliot 

 Status: Ongoing 

 Notes: I really hope you guys enjoy this! It’s my first time actually posting fanfiction on Tumblr, so I’m sorry if the formatting is a little weird!  

Prologue

"Taeyong where were you?"

"Out."

"Where?"

"The city."

"Where in the city?"

"Near the road."

"Which damn road, Taeyong?"

"It doesn't matter, the only person paying me any mind was some person I saved."

"That's a big deal! Who'd you save? How'd you save them? What happened?"

"Johnny shut up, I'll explain at the meeting later for god's sake, it really doesn't mean anything."

Taeyong then walked away to his office where he discarded his jacket on the chair, but not before pulling out the paper that had your number. Straightening it out, he looked it over, noticing you even left your name. It wasn't the easiest to read, but he had seen a lot worse. He quickly put the number into his phone without bothering to message it. Even if he wanted to see how you would respond, he decided he had more important things to do at the time. Such as figure out the next mission for the rest of NCT. He already knew what it was, but he had to finalize the plan so the other members could put their input on it later.

That's exactly what happened. "Next week there's going to be a gathering for the for those that are somehow related to the King Company. Going into it, we know we have a lot of people against us that will be attending, but yet they cannot identify us unless someone has something to say." He paused, taking a moment to scan everyone's face. No one spoke. "Great, we should be fine then. Some of you are already known to the public as either business owners or heirs to large companies. Due to this some of you will be able to attend said gathering, making it easier for the rest of us to infiltrate through the back doors. Obviously there will be plenty of guards because of all the high profile people, but as proven before, that should not be a problem. If anyone has questions go ahead and ask now or just find me later."

"What happened earlier," Johnny asked.

"Some person was about to get hit by a truck, I saw no reason to let it happen, I tackled them to the ground to save them. Tried walking off but they wouldn't have it, chased me down tried to do something in return for me saving them, and that's all there is to it."

"Then why'd you seem so content when you got back?"

"I wasn't."

"You were, I've known you for years, the smallest of differences in your attitude have become noticeable to me, Taeyong."

"Let's just say, I messed with them, they got flustered and threw their phone number at me before storming off. It was rather amusing of course. So I wasn't content, Johnny, I was amused."

"Whatever makes you happy. What are you going to do with their number?"

"Annoy them again? I enjoy their reactions, so I might just have to take them up on their offer to do something for me."

"Not that it's what we're talking about at the moment, but, uh, why are we crashing the gathering," Mark asked.

"We're not crashing it, we'll stay as calm and normal as possible, but as always with these types of gatherings, there's always something that we can benefit from, especially since the CEO of the company will be there leading the event. You've been with us for years, shouldn't you know this by now?"

"Uhm, I try?" A few people let out a small laugh at Mark.

"At least he's not the most innocent of the bunch, Chenle and Jisung still have a lot to learn," Ten said. More laughs erupted from around the room, all cutting off the moment Taeyong opened his mouth to speak.

"If nobody else has any questions or comments, all of you are free to go on your ways for today. If you need me, you know where to find me. Also, those of you that are attending the get together have probably received invitations, if not we can use someone else's as a means to replicate them. In hoped we'll have one of you checking tickets, so even if it isn't exact, it should not prove to be a problem. Don't forget that some of you will actually be working the event, too."

After waiting for Taeyong to finish, a few members got up and went their own ways for the time being while others waited for their leader to leave. It never bothered Taeyong if everyone else left before him, but some of them cared so he might as well leave, especially since he would be in charge of helping cook dinner later that night.

"To any of you that are still here, is there anything that you want for dinner?"

A few heads snap towards him when his low voice reverberated throughout the room, not having expected him to say anything else until it was time to eat. A few requests rang out, especially from the younger members, causing Taeyong to let out a small smile. It was rare that he let his emotions show, but he felt safe with these men and trusted them with his life, so showing a bit of emotion every now and then couldn't hurt. After the responses had died down he left the meeting room and went back to his office, pulling out his phone to look at your contact once again. Deciding to go for it, he pressed the call button.

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[pedocolorsofamazing]

LOVERS FATE (Jaehyun X Reader X Taeyong) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/nEmhbUrvC0 One may seem like he loves you but then he runs off with another girl and left you cause he didn't have the same feelings for you anymore. After him, you've met a "bad boy" whom everyone warned you about, of course, you didn't listen and stayed close to him. Ever since then, Mr. Bad boy changed your life in many ways that you never thought about. Eventually made the other run back to you. Warning!! More flirting and possibly cuteness overload, Might have some graphic scenes depending on the situation, and colorful language. This is my first requested story, hope you enjoy it!! P.s Can someone request a story with only Jaehyun? Like I can make him do cheesy/cringy shit and/or NSFW. Whichever you like, cause either way I'm going to feel awkward, yet lowkey like it. Don't judge me. I feel bad for always portraying him as a bad guy. IF you want to request a 'Jaehyun X Reader' fanfiction, please let me know the setting and story background of your choosing then I will see what I can do :)

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[2jaeh]

FREAKS I  JUNG JAEHYUN

genre: slight humor, smut, very mature themes

warnings: cheating, slight corruption kink, poly themes, cursing, foreplay, just overall based around hooking up, weed and alcohol

preppy!Jaehyun, Badgirl!reader, bff!Taeyong bff!Ten,  Jaehyunxreader, slight taeyongxreader, slight taeyongxten and tenxjohnny,

mentions of Yuta, Hendery and Johnny. 

words: 8k

You had always gotten what you wanted, whether it be a hookup, an exclusive invitation or riling up people you hated. But the one thing you wanted most was Jung Jaehyun, the preppy boy who always did what he was told and followed closely behind his girlfriend. You would do anything to ruin him and have your name be the only one that escaped his lips. 

A/N: okay so I just want to point out that I don't condone cheating or manipulative methods of any sort. The reader, Ten and Taeyong are very confident sexually with other people, and each other. 

0. prequel (taeyong x ten x reader)

1. Freaks pt 1

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This was so out of your character but you just wanted him. You didn’t care if he wasn’t yours to take, you needed him. 

Your eyes lifted as the lecture room began to fill in and you unconsciously searched for that tuft of brown hair and set of dimples. You felt  your heartbeat speed up when you saw him find his seat two rows down from you, completely oblivious to your staring. 

“Still going crazy for Jung Jaehyun I see” you heard a familiar voice sing behind you as they scooted into their seat. 

“Ten please shut up someone could’ve heard you” 

“Babe I’d be extremely surprised if someone in this room didn’t know you had the hots for Jaehyun” Ten stuck his tongue out, pulling out his textbook from his backpack. 

You rolled your eyes knowing your best friend was probably right. You had been crushing on Jaehyun since you laid eyes on him a few months ago after attending one of his basketball games and when he dropped in the winning shot you were fucking hooked. 

The only problem was that Jaehyun had a girlfriend, a long term one at that. You didn’t understand what he saw in her. Apart from her looks, she was quite abrasive and had a habit of making everyone around her feel like shit. Jaehyun on the other hand was a sweetheart. He tried his best to meet everyone’s expectations and was able to adapt in many different social circles. 

Anyone else knew that going after someone who was in a relationship was a dick move, and you did get to an extent, the whole respectful bullshit or whatever. But you and Ten being the assholes that you were, thought that if there was an opening, it’s not as solid as it should be. 

“It’s simple” Ten said as the two of you grabbed ice coffee at the campus cafe, “other people usually just go head on and flirt with someone right off the bat” 

He took a sip of his drink and hummed,

“You need to play the field, you need to make them realize that their options are open.” 

“Very insightful Dr. Lee” you laughed and hooked arms with him, making your way over to a table that was covered by a cherry blossom tree. 

You and Ten noticed Jaehyun and his girlfriend emerge from the lecture hall hand in hand as she pulled him over to her pretentious group of friends. 

“I want him so fucking bad” you groaned as you continued watching him be happy with someone else. 

“Who wants who so bad ?” You heard a giggle and Taeyong, your other close friend made his way over to your table. 

“The never ending Jaehyun and y/n saga” Ten mused, making space for Taeyong on the bench. 

“Not him again” Taeyong took a sip of your coffee, “why do you always like those preppy guys ?” 

“He’s not preppy! He’s like us! You guys just don’t know the real him” you argued, your eyes still filled with stars as you watched him remove his jacket and flex his arms in his plain white tee. 

“Like us?” Taeyong pointed toward Ten, “Ten has fucked half of the swim team and four of them are still trying to get in a relationship with him.” 

You snickered as Ten seemed proud of his achievements, smoothing out his hair and smirked, “I find my true love in different ways okay.” 

The three of you laughed at Tens words but Taeyongs words didn’t bother you. In no way were you like Ten. You didn’t bother with people you weren’t interested in emotionally let alone physically. Jaehyun was the only spark in your eye and the only person on the entire campus that you wanted.

“Anyway there’s a party tonight at Taeil’s place you guys wanna go ?” Taeyong looked between you and Ten for an answer. 

“Yeah fuck it” you responded, popping a piece of ice into your mouth. 

“Let’s just get hammered and maybe y/n will realize there’s other men out there other than Jung Jaehyun” Ten pinched your arm to snap you out of another daydream. 

You hoped his words were true. You really hoped you could get out of this rut. 

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The cab pulled up at a frat house and the three of you jumped out, dressed up in outfits people were bound to stare down at. This was what you loved most about Ten and Taeyong. There’s no pretending, no reason to hide your true personality in order to please others. You three had fun dressing the way you want, doing whatever the hell you wanted with whomever you wanted. 

“Hey y/n if you looking for someone to help you forget...I’m always available” Taeyong growled in your ear as he grabbed your ass. 

“Down boy” Ten patted Taeyong’s back as he pulled out a cigarette. 

The three of you were quite comfortable sexually with each other too. There had been many drunken nights where your lips were on Taeyong or Ten or Ten and Taeyong on each other. Many people on campus spoke about your scandalous friendship but to you guys it was very natural. 

“I’m gonna get us drinks” Taeyong disappeared into the crowd as strangers already started approaching Ten from different directions. You were a bit more lowkey than they were and preferred to stick to the shadows and hang out with the more obscure personalities campus had to offer. 

You had found Hendery, one of your art major friends standing against the wall, nodding his head to the music as he dragged in what looked like a blunt.

“Hendery!” You poked him cutely and he pulled you into a tight hug, engulfing you with his marijuana fumes. 

“Hey y/n you enjoying yourself ?” He smiled sweetly, his character always being chilled out. 

“I’m good” you took the blunt and placed it to your lips as you took in a long pull. Hendery’s stuff was weak but good enough to make you relax under the loud music and bodies of people. 

You leaned up against the wall and noticed a familiar face on the far end of the room, beer in hand and nodding his head to the music. 

It was Jung Jaehyun. 

Your first instinct was to search for his stupid girlfriend but you quickly realized that she and her friends were not at this party. 

What the hell was he doing at a place like this ? 

You had no idea whether it was the weed or the clouded room but you felt his eyes on you for a brief second, before taking a sip of his drink and brought his gaze back. 

‘Fuck he was so hot’ you thought, unconsciously biting down on your lip and squeezing your thighs together. 

Jaehyun was dressed in a loose black tee and fitted jeans. His brown hair was messy and his lips seemed swollen from wetting them too much. 

Your feet began moving. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and kept your gaze on him until you now stood in front of Jung Jaehyun, the man you have been desperately wanting for two months. 

“Hey there” you moved next to him on the wall casually, “you’re in my business class right?” 

“Oh yeah you sit in the back ?” Jaehyun replied with a smile and held out his hand, “I’m Jaehyun” 

You took his hand in yours and felt a shiver down your spine at the contact. 

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Jaehyun” you replied as your eyes drifted down to his lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party like this before ?” 

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you and chuckled shyly, 

“I came here with my basketball friends, you do these kind of parties often ?” 

“Yeah most of my friends are here, I was surprised to see a good boy like you here” you kept your eyes focused on the crowd even though you clearly felt Jaehyun shift by your choice of words. 

“A good boy?” He lifted his eyebrow. 

“Yeah well you’re not friends with my friends and we’re quite bad....I assume you’re one of the good ones” you mused, running your fingers through your hair. 

You felt Jaehyuns eyes fall on you briefly, “you don’t seem...bad though” 

“That’s because you don’t know me Jaehyun” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him, “can I get your number ? Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends sometime” 

Jaehyun shifted awkwardly holding onto his phone but despite having a few drinks he still felt a sense of guilt. 

“I - um have a girlfriend,” he said under his breath. 

“Jaehyun I asked for your number to hang out at a party like this” you turned to him and pursed your lips, “I don’t have a problem with getting dick if that’s what you’re insinuating” 

You watched as he waved his hand, clearly embarrassed and handed you his phone, “I’m sorry I just- here” 

Taking his phone you added your number in and sent a text in order to save his number into your phone and handed it back, 

“Thanks, I’ll see you around I guess” 

Jaehyun watched you disappear into the crowd and he felt his ears heat up after the encounter, you had him in the palm of your hand within minutes. 

You already knew he’d be watching. You found Taeyong in the crowd and Taeyong being Taeyong already had his hands on your waist, turning your body so your back was against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as he rocked his hips against your ass, placing a soft kiss on your neck as you swayed to the music. 

Taeyong knew what you were doing too. He already saw you talk to Jaehyun earlier on and he was more than happy to help his best friend out. 

You didn’t bother looking at Jaehyun while you danced with Taeyong but Taeyong did. He kept his eyes on Jaehyun as he marked you as his, biting into your shoulder as his free hand found  the lining of your crop top and pushed  his hand under your shirt. 

Jaehyun bit down on his lip, trying his best to look away as you were completely lost in Taeyongs touch. He realized that you were very different to him indeed, clearly unbothered by what people thought of you. 

Even if he were single, he didn’t think he had it in him to make you feel the Taeyong did right now. 

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After a long night the three of you headed back to Ten’s dorm room. Crashing onto his bed and pulling off your boots, you sighed deeply as the headache from the party began to set in. 

“Hey thank you for that tonight Tae” you winked at Taeyong who was spread out on the floor shirtless, trying to order food. 

“The least you could’ve done was help out my damn boner” Taeyong scoffed, “I nearly exploded at the party y/n” 

“Was that for Jaehyun?” Ten asked, sitting at his vanity and removed his eye makeup. 

“Mmm” you groaned and hugged Ten’s pillow, “I have his number now, not sure if he has the guts to text though since Taeyong was practically fucking me in front of him” 

“Hey” Taeyong protested and sat up, “he watched the whole damn thing, he was probably into it.” 

Ten tossed you an oversized tee before joining you in bed, “maybe our Jaehyun is a bad boy after all” he teased. 

You shook your head and shrugged out of your party clothes and threw on Tens shirt, sinking into the bed and opened Jaehyuns contact. 

Ping! 

JJH: When’s the next party ? 

Holy shit. 

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You decided to leave Jaehyun on read for the weekend. On the inside you were screaming but you had to keep your composure. You remembered what Ten had said, ‘you need to find that hole, make them realize their options are open.’ 

It was already Monday and you had to see Jaehyun face to face for the first time since the party. You walked into the lecture and he was already there, seated up front and his eyes lit up when he saw you walk through the doors. 

He shot you a nervous smile and a small wave, making sure it was subtle enough for the people around him to not notice.

As much as you wanted to stare back you kept your eyes focused on the lecture slides in front of you, knowing very well that Jaehyun had turned back for the third time in 30 minutes to look at you. 

“Baby boy is thirsty” Ten smirked, leaning into you as he watched Jaehyun turn around again, flustered at Ten staring him down. You playfully nudged Ten, “you're scaring him,” Ten chuckled at your words and returned to his work as you yourself felt a bit bashful that Jung Jaehyun was finally paying attention to you. 

Class had ended and you walked over to the usual spot, Taeyong was already sprawled out on the bench taking in the afternoon sunlight. “Do you even try to act normal ?” Ten knocked Taeyong’s leg out of the way and flicked his exposed nipple. 

“Ow don't do that it turns me on” he whined, 

“Everything turns you on Taeyong'' you giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek before taking a seat next to him. Taeyong growled and pulled you closer to him, straddling the bench, placing his legs on either side of you. Sometimes you wondered what people thought of the three of you. Ten had mentioned once that someone on the swim team thought you guys were in a polyamorous relationship. As much as all three of you fooled around there was only one hookup that led to a threesome, but that was a story for another day. 

“I still haven't texted him back” you spoke, stuffing a piece of banana muffin in your mouth. 

“I thought you wanted to jump this guy” Taeyong scoffed. 

“He’s still in a relationship and even told me so that night” you explained looking over to where Jaehyun was seated with the rest of the preppy business students and his girlfriend, “If he was drunk enough to stay faithful that means I don't have an opening yet.”

“Is that why he keeps looking over here while sitting next to his girlfriend ?”

Taeyong’s words made you look up and ofcourse Jaehyun was looking over at you despite having an arm around his girlfriend. This time it was less subtle than in the lecture room. He talked with his friends but you had his full attention, making sure to look over at your table every few minutes. 

“If it isn't my favorite polygamists” a low voice bellowed from behind Ten and the three of you looked up and realized it was Ten’s boy of the semester, Johnny Suh. 

“It's really weird when you call us that you know?” Ten rolled his eyes as Johnny hugged him from behind and slid into the seat next to him. Johnny followed your eyes over to where Jaehyun sat and smirked, “Jaehyun ? seriously? You're literally too hot to be chasing someone as boring as him y/n”

“Shut up he is not boring” you popped another piece of the muffin in your mouth.

You studied Jaehyun as you noticed his girlfriend tried to bring his attention back to her conversation, completely unaware that her boyfriend was looking at another girl. Why would she ? She had everything. The perfect grades, the perfect face and body, and the perfect boyfriend. Jaehyun took a look at his beautiful girlfriend as she spoke, he knew why he liked her and why their relationship worked but why did he feel as if he were missing out. His eyes drifted again to that table at the back where the art students sat. They always seemed to have the best time despite half the campus avoiding them or calling them weird for being themselves. A part of him wished he was free to do that too. He was deeply interested in music and the arts, but was scared to share his tastes as he didnt want to be an outcast to his friends. Jaehyun shifted in his seat as he watched that blonde haired guy from the party wrap his hands around your waist, freely caressing your skin in front of everyone as you nonchalantly ate your lunch. 

Arin, Jaehyun’s girlfriend stopped her conversation and followed her boyfriend's eyes to the table at the back. 

“Urgh those freaks have no shame, imagine what their parents would think of them” she pulled her face as her friends hummed in agreement. 

“The other day I saw the black haired guy and Johnny from the basketball team making out in the bleachers” another girl said and Jaehyun noticed Johnny, one of his team mates sitting comfortably with the small black haired boy he always saw you with during your business lecture. 

“T-that reminds me I need to tell Johnny about the meeting today” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, he didn't know why he wanted to go over there but he was curious to know what you all were like during a campus setting. 

Arin took a sip of her ice latte and flipped her golden brown hair over her shoulder, “can't you just text him ?”

Jaehyun cleared his throat and found himself standing up, throwing his satchel over his shoulder,

“He doesn't answer his texts, I'll be about five minutes.”

Jaehyun gently stroked Arin’s head as she just shrugged, not really finding him suspicious. Why would Jaehyun be interested in people like that ? He was a good guy and he felt most comfortable with her and their circle of friends. 

Meanwhile at your table you four were in deep discussion about Johnny’s little halloween get together. 

“Why are you only inviting 20 people ?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knitted together, “that's not a party that's a meeting.”

“Because Taeyong, I want it to be an intimate vibe you know” Johnny answered and gestured with his arms in the air, “I cant stand half of this fucking campus and I just want to hang out with the people I actually give a shit about”

“You only met us like a month ago, how did we make the cut?” You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. 

Ten stood up and threw his hands around Johnny and kissed his forehead, “That's because he met me and realized we're the coolest people on campus” Johnny smiled bashfully, completely smitten by Ten as he nodded, “It's true.”

“Uhm Hi..” The four of you stopped your conversation to look at Jaehyun who stood at your table, hands in his pocket, pressing  his lips together nervously which made his dimples more prominent. 

“Whats up Jae ?” Johnny greeted as the rest of you exchanged a few glances. 

Jaehyun briefly looked over at you but he quickly looked away thanks to Taeyong who was placing open mouth kisses on your neck. You smiled to yourself as Jaehyun squirmed uncomfortably, much like everyone that was ever in the presence of you three. Except Johnny ofcourse, he was a weird one. 

“I just came over to let you know that we have a basketball meeting at 3 today” Jaehyun spoke in a surprisingly calm tone. 

“Oh cool thanks for letting me know man” Johnny played the part of the oblivious friend really well, “By the way this is Ten, thats y/n and the guy practically having her for lunch is Taeyong.” 

Taeyong looked up and smiled at Jaehyun and you squeezed his knee, preventing him from doing or saying anything stupid when Jaehyun broke the silence, 

“Oh yeah I actually know Ten and y/n from my business lecture” Jaehyun spoke as his eyes met yours. 

Ten noticed the tension between you two and a menacing smirk spread across his face, “Well since we all know each other you should come to Johnny's halloween party Jaehyun” 

“Halloween party ?” Jaehyun repeated,

“Yeah you should come along, I mean you were asking when is the next party” you added and Jaehyun felt his ears heat up at your words. He had no idea why it felt almost promiscuous just talking to you. 

“I'll let you know the details after the meeting, oh and you're free to bring your girl if you want” Johnny grinned and you don't know why, but his words felt like a stab in the chest. 

You all watched Jaehyun nod shyly and retreat back to his friends as the rest of you turned your heads to face Johnny. “Hey I just wanted to let him know that he could,” Johnny stated, raising his hands up to defend himself. 

“Well I guess if he does bring her then he’s not interested in you, and if he doesn't….”  Ten’s words trailed off as you bit down your lip and you watched Jaehyun turn back to look at you before sitting down next to Arin. 

“I guess we shall see” you murmured. 

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It was the next day you had just finished all your classes and decided to spend a relaxing evening alone at your dorm. You got into an old band shirt and underwear after a steaming shower and jumping on your bed ready to navigate through your social media. 

Ping! 

Ping! 

Your phone vibrated and your eyes gleamed at the sight of Jaehyuns name blinking across the screen. 

JJH: hey

JJH: so....like how many people are going to this party ? 

You lingered on his open message for a while but decided to reply to him this time instead of leading him on. 

Y/n: I think Johnny said about 20 people...it’s very small. 

JJH: oh I see. 

JJH: you’re going with your...boyfriend right ? 

Y/n: boyfriend ? 

JJH: I think his name is Taeyong

Your lips curled into a smirk. Jaehyun was definitely curious about your relationship with Taeyong, and it could mean he was trying to figure out more about you. 

y/n: Taeyong is not my boyfriend 

You looked at the three dots that signaled he was typing, it seemed to take a while before your phone finally vibrated again. 

JJH: oh, I see. Uhm so do we have to dress up ? 

Y/N: yeah ! It’s a Halloween party Ofcourse we have to, did Johnny not tell you ? 

JJH: I don’t fully believe anything he says so I just wanted a second opinion. 

Y/n: well dress up, or else I’ll be very disappointed Jaehyun...

Another moment of silence this time it was longer than the last one. Finally your phone lit up and Jaehyuns name popped up, 

JJH: what are you wearing ? 

JJH: I mean like to the party not right now

JJH: like costume .... 

JJH: that message came out so weird I’m sorry 

You giggled to yourself wishing you were there with him to see his ears redden and him stumble over his words as he got nervous around you. God he was so fucking cute. 

y/n: it’s a surprise ! 

JJH: oh I see.. 

y/n: I’m sure you and Arin can figure something out, anyways I gotta go...I’ll see you around Jae.

Jaehyun's eyes narrowed on your message. He felt an adrenaline rush while he texted you. To him, you were the coolest girl on campus and he couldn’t believe you even bothered to text him back. 

But then his shoulders dropped when he saw Arins name. It was like a dark cloud looming over his head. He had no idea if he should let Arin know about the party, it’s not like she’d agree to come anyway, did that mean he shouldn’t go too ? 

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It was finally the evening of the party and you Taeyong and Ten decided to get ready at your dorm. Ten scoffed as Taeyong emerged from the bathroom in red leather pants and a black harness that covered his bare chest.

“You're supposed to wear a costume you know ?” Ten raised his eyebrow as Taeyong strutted around the room looking like a red light district stripper. 

“I AM in costume baby, i'm a devil” Taeyong pouted and placed a pair of novelty devil horns on his head. 

“Fuck if this Jaehyun thing really doesn't work out I want a piece of that” you licked your lips as Taeyong’s smirk grew, “I told you all you gotta say when and where” he purred. 

“y/n I know you love fucking around with twinks but can you please concentrate on the task at hand ?” Ten grumbled and pushed his phone in front of you, waving Jaehyuns instagram in front of your face. 

You bit down on your lip as you noticed Jaehyun posted a semi shirtless picture for the first time and the comments were absolutely wild. Many people thought he was hacked and the others were just asking him to jump them. You also noticed a lot of people tagging Arin under the thirst comments which she replied simply with a like. 

“You think he is gonna show up tonight and bring her ?”  you pouted while applying a coat of lip gloss. 

“Either way baby we will have a good time, I'll guarantee you that” Ten stroked your head before heading to the bathroom to prep his costume. You shimmied into your zombie cheerleader costume, ignoring Taeyong’s whistles as he caught a glimpse of your lacy two piece set. The only person you wanted to see your newly bought lingerie was Jaehyun. 

Ten finally emerged from the bathroom in an all black shiny leather pants with a matching crop top long sleeve. He looked absolutely delicious with his hair gelled back and his dark  eye make-up accentuated his cat-like eyes. 

“And what the fuck are you supposed to be?” you chuckled, mouth still gaping as you took in his gorgeous figure. 

“Im a cat!” Ten posed cutely, turning his hands into cat paws and brought them up to his face. 

“You look like a dominatrix” Taeyong snorted, earning a flick on the forehead from Ten. 

You stood up and smoothed out your extremely short skirt as you slipped into your hot pink platform boots. You were going for a cute zombie cheerleader, tearing up a bit of your clothes gave you an excuse to show a bit of that expensive lingerie. 

“Is my outfit okay ?” you chewed on your bottom lip as you turned to face Ten and Taeyong. 

“Babe I've never seen you this nervous before” Ten groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. It's true, you were a very confident person but you were so clued up on what attracted Jaehyun and what didn't that you began second guessing yourself constantly. 

“I...I just want him to like me” You played with the hem of your shirt, when you felt Taeyong stand up and approach the two fo you. 

“If he doesn't like you, for you...then he isn't worth it” Taeyong patted your head and his other hand grabbed Ten’s shoulder, pulling the both of you into a tight hug. It felt good knowing you always had them, they were your soulmates, your ride or die, they meant the absolute world to you. 

“If it all doesn't work out lets come back here and fuck” Taeyong whispered and you pushed him off playfully, while Ten pulled his face as he returned to his vanity, “classic Taeyong” he shook his head. 

The three of you arrived at Johnny’s apartment and you could already hear the chill hip hop playlist vibrating against the door. Ten rolled his eyes as he punched in the door code, “I’ll have to do something about that music,” he tutted, as the three of you walked in greeted by your usual group of friends. 

There were a few of Johnny’s basketball mates, the cool ones who snuck around smoking weed with the stoners. You nodded at the familiar faces, Yuta the resident tattoo artist from fourth year, Hendery the distributor from your year and Chaeyoung from Ten’s fashion design class. 

Everyone seemed to be in costume, you didn't expect anything less from a group of creatives. Suddenly Johnny emerged from the kitchen holding a few bottles when his eyes lit up at the sight of Ten. Johnny shoved the drinks to an unsuspecting man and jogged over while you and Taeyong tried to stifle your laughter. 

“Johnny darling what are you supposed to be dressed as?” Ten mused as his eyes narrowed on Johnny’s selection of outfit. 

“Im Tony the Tiger baby!” Johnny flexed, obviously amused by his own outfit as he spun around in his tiger onesie. 

“You didn't tell us Johnny was a furry” Taeyong teased as Ten backhanded his abdomen. You could tell that Ten liked Johnny unlike his usual flings. If any of the others pulled this type of stunt he would have walked straight out of this party and called over a side piece. 

“Okay Tony the Tiger, can you take a picture of me and my loves for the gram ?” Ten mused and handed his phone over to Johnny. The three of you posed sexily as Johnny hyped you all up, capturing every angle possible. Ten immediately updated the picture to instagram and the likes and comments immediately flew in, asking what party you guys were at. This was how it always was. Nobody wanted to be friends with you guys but nobody wanted to miss out on your adventures together. 

Jaehyun took a look at himself in the mirror, adorning his basketball outfit and topped it off with a sweatband around his head. “This is fucking dumb” he thought, second guessing using his team outfit as a halloween costume. The problem was he was told on such short notice that he couldn't really prepare for it. What if their idea of halloween was just dressing up normally, or what if they went all out and he would be the only one in a basic costume ?

Jaehyun sucked in a deep breath as he took a seat on his bed and scrolled through his feed to settle his nerves. While scrolling he noticed one of his friends shared Ten’s post to his story, and immediately clicked it, sucking on his bottom lip as the picture of the three of you unfolded. 

You guys were in a different league indeed. Unbelievably confident in your outfits, knowing that everyone was wishing for a chance to be with one of you. Jaehyun’s eyes drifted to you and he felt his breathing hitch, feeling like a prepubescent teen looking at a girl for the first time. 

A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts and he opened the door to Arin accompanied by three of their friends. Arin reached up and placed a soft kiss on Jaehyun’s lips before entering his dorm and taking a seat on his bed.

“Why are you in your basketball uniform ?” Arin questioned as she scrolled through her phone. 

“I...Am going to attend a party..” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head as all eyes were on him. A boy named Minhyuk, Jaehyun knew through Arin cocked his head in confusion, “You're going to a party wearing your uniform ?” 

“It's a costume party, I was invited by Johnny” Jaehyun replied to him yet his eyes were Arin waiting for a response. Arin looked up at him and scrunched up her nose, “aren't all those freaks at that party ?”

“Yeah well I'm going for the team, If you want. you can come along” Jaehyun didn't even try to sound convincing, there was no way he wanted Arin or any of his business class friends accompanying him tonight.  It didn't have anything to do with you or his odd attraction to the group, it was rather a test for himself, he wanted to see if that kinda lifestyle was what he was craving. 

“I’ll pass” Arin chuckled dryly and grabbed her purse before placing a peck on Jaehyuns cheek, “you go for a bit darling, I know it's a team thing, when you're bored come find us at the country club wine night.” 

Jaehyun watched everyone leave his dorm and he sighed deeply, still feeling like he lied even though he completely told Arin the truth about his future whereabouts. 

“Where is the loverboy ?” Johnny nudged you as you poured yourself another shot of vodka and redbull. You shrugged already deciding on not keeping your hopes up when you heard one of Johnny's frat buffoons scream Jaehyun's name. Spinning on your heels you turned toward the entrance and noticed his shy frame greeting the guys from the basketball team. 

“He wore his basketball uniform, Oh my God” Ten snickered along with Taeyong and Johnny. 

“He looks hot shut up” You bit down on your lip as your eyes locked with his and he made his way over to you. Jaehyun ruffled his hair as he mumbled a few hellos to Taeyong and Ten before giving Johnny a handshake. 

“Glad you made it man, Arin here too ?” Johnny threw his arm around Jaehyun and shoved a beer in his hands. Jaehyun shook his head and took a sip of his beer, “nah it's just me” he spoke and looked over at you. On the outside you probably looked composed but on the inside you were screaming victories. Ten could definitely see the excitement and shot you a wink before clearing his throat, 

“Well now that you're here we can finally play spin the bottle!” 

“S-spin the bottle ?” Jaehyun chewed on his lip nervously,

“Yeah but like just a few of us come on let's go to Johnny's room” Ten hooked arms with Johnny as he grabbed a few more drinks for you guys to enjoy in privacy. 

Jaehyun waited until you were left and the two of you made your way down the hallway to Johnny’s room. You brushed against his bare arm as you walked and looked up at him, “I love your costume, very original” you chuckled and Jaehyun blushed. 

“It was short notice, I look stupid but you on the other hand” Jaehyun’s eyes drifted over your figure, “y-you look amazing” 

“Thank you Jaehyun.” 

You entered the room and noticed Ten had collected Yuta, Hendery, Chaeyoung and one of the fourth years Seungyoun to play the game with the rest of you. Taeyong raised his eyebrow as everyone took a seat in a circle, “Did Ten handpick players for a game or an orgy ?”

Everybody chuckled but Jaehyun shifted awkwardly in the seat next to you. You placed a reassuring hand on his arm and his eyes darted to you, looking like a lost puppy,

“He tends to speak rubbish just ignore him” you smiled. Jaehyun nodded and pressed his lips together as Ten cleared his throat in order for everyone to pay attention,

“Okay please keep the dares spicy but not too spicy we have some taken people in the circle” 

Jaehyun looked around the room and noticed the girl called Chaeyoung thank Ten for his words, making him a bit more comfortable that he wasn't the only one in a relationship playing this game. Ten was the first to spin and the bottle landed on Hendery, who was in the middle of lighting a blunt. 

“What me first ?” he whined and gave Ten his best puppy eyes in order to go easy on him. 

Ten licked his lips and looked around the room, “I dare you to swop boxers with Seungyoun” 

The room filled with whistles and disgusted noises as Johnny pointed to his en suite bathroom for the exchange to go down. You all watched as Hendery and Seungyoun disappeared into the bathroom for a good ten minutes and emerged with Seungyoun adjusting his crotch area clearly irritated. 

“His fucking boxers are too tight” Seungyoun groaned while the rest of you laughed at his complaints. 

Hendery spun the bottle and it landed on you, which made you feel a little at ease as Hendery wasn't the meanest person you knew. 

“Do a body shot off of Yuta’s bare body” he said returning to light his precious blunt. 

Yuta tore his shirt off within seconds and lay in the middle of the circle with a lemon slice in his mouth. Jaehyun had no fucking idea what a body shot was but he felt his heartbeat speed up as he watched you sprinkle a line of salt down Yuta’s abs and straddle his lap confidently. He had never seen people be this comfortable with each other, he barely even uttered a word of his sex life to any of his friends. 

“Yuta get your hand off y/n’s thigh” Taeyong snapped, as Yuta smirked still licking the lemon slice that was placed between his teeth. 

You chugged back the shot of tequila and pinned Yuta’s wrists to the floor as your tongue slowly licked up the salt from his body. Jaehyun watched everything intently, you were a pro, so natural and experienced with things like this. He unconsciously licked his lips as you retrieved the lemon slice from Yuta’s mouth, your tongues touching for a brief second before you climbed off him and returned to your seat. 

“My turn” you sang and spun the bottle which landed on Johnny. He shot you a dashing smile still sitting in his tiger onesie with his arms wrapped around Ten. 

“Since you want to be part of our group so bad, here's an initiation..Kiss Taeyong” you smirked as Johnny’s mouth dropped and Ten burst into a fit of laughter. 

Taeyong shrugged and raised his eyebrow at Johnny, to him shit like this didn't phase him at all. Johnny slowly crawled over to Taeyong and hesitantly leaned in, his huge frame comically shaking in front of the small man. Johnny placed a finger under Taeyongs chin and kissed him softly for about a minute until he yelled and stood up, 

“He stuck his tongue in my mouth!” Johnny whined, 

“And ? How else do you kiss ?” Taeyong rolled his eyes and wiped his lips as the bigger man continued throwing a fit until Ten calmed him down, 

“It's your turn baby” 

Johnny frowned but spun the bottle, this time it landed on Jaehyun who now sat upright as everyone's eyes were now on him. 

“Please go easy on him” you mused and rubbed Jaehyun’s back in order to calm him down. 

“Uh...it's okay I can handle it” Jaehyun responded with a small smile and looked up at Johnny. 

“Okay” Johnny began, “because you're my homie all you gotta do is take off your shirt and keep it that way for the rest of the game.”

Jaehyun felt the tension as he got to his feet and caressed the hem of his shirt. Everyone watched in anticipation as he slowly lifted his shirt, quickly pushing it over his head and discarded it behind him. You marvelled at his toned body, wishing everyone else were not in the room so you could jump him. Heck everybody could watch, you wanted him so bad. 

Everyone whistled as Jaehyun took his seat and his cheeks reddened slightly, he couldn't believe he was sitting shirtless with a group of people he barely knew. 

The game went on with various pairings taking part in stupid dares until Johnny called the end to the game because he wanted all of you to socialize with everyone else on the outside but you all knew he just wanted everyone out of his bedroom so he could fuck Ten. 

The party moved on and you found yourself lingering in the hallway just sipping on your drink when you noticed Jaehyun watching you from a few feet away. You shot him a smile, giving him an invitation to join you and he finally gathered the courage to do so. 

“Hey” Jaehyun smiled and leaned on the wall opposite you. His eyes would briefly move to your body and each time he would mentally scold himself which you noticed and found amusing. 

“You know Jaehyun if you find me attractive it's not a crime” you smirked, 

“What's in my mind feels like a crime though” 

“Oh?” you cocked your head to the side, “and what's on your mind?” 

Jaehyun blushed and bit down on his lip, “you don't want to know” 

This was it, the opening. You slowly walked over to Jaehyun and when he didn't move you moved even closer, just a few inches away from his body. Jaehyun gulped as he watched you lick your lips seductively and your dark eyes looked up at him. 

“Do you want to show me ?” you purred and ghosted your fingers lightly across his bicep. 

“Fuck I want to….but” 

You placed your index finger to your lips and shook your head, “There's a reason you came over here Jaehyun, and if you cared about your relationship you wouldn't allow me to be this close right now”

You pushed yourself up on your toes and placed your lips against his ear, “I’ll give you one last chance, tell me no and walk out of this party, go back to her and forget about me or stay and show me what's on that dirty mind of yours.” 

Jaehyun felt goosebumps on his skin, he had never felt this way with anyone in his entire life. With Arin their sex life was pretty vanilla and whenever he would try to spice it up, she would shut him down and say she wasn't interested. But here with you, he was hard as rock just by your words. He couldn't even imagine what it probably felt like to have you bent over and him have his way with you. The only thing on his mind was ruining your pretty make-up as he took you from behind.

You moved closer again, challenging him in order to make up his mind but he surprised you by licking his lips as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Within seconds your lips were attached to his and you felt dizzy with ecstasy. He was sweeter than you dreamed and he matched your desperation as he caressed your face groaning into the kiss finally releasing his pent up stress. 

You pulled away and Jaehyun whined already missing your lips and you giggled cutely, “before I continue I do want to say that I do like you Jaehyun like fucking really like you” 

“You like me ? why? Aren't I too boring for you” his eyes looked at you puzzled. You grabbed his hand and led him into the free bedroom next to Johnny's room and locked the door behind you, drowning out the noise from the party. 

“Yeah I like you and no you're not boring you're one of us, I know it” 

Jaehyun felt flushed, he somehow felt he was included in something he had always been missing. Despite all the sexual innuendos and the drugs sex and alcohol lifestyle that became the brand of the group he saw something more. Everyone was comfortable and nobody judged him here. Sure he didn't fit in and they could've easily outcast him like the prep group would've, but everyone was so nice to him. On top of all of that he was incredibly attracted to you, and now that you had confessed to him he only wanted you more. 

From the first night you approached him he was floored. He wished he swapped places with Taeyong just to make you feel like you were on cloud 9. He loved how unapologetically yourself you were and all he wanted was to learn from you. Learn more about himself and explore freely without feeling boxed in. 

“Fuck y/n I like you too, from the moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you” Jaehyun groaned and placed his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll deal with Arin right now if you want me too, Im yours.”

You bit down on your lip and pulled him closer by his waistband as he noticed your eyes darken under the dimmed lights,

“No….I kinda wanna fuck you while she thinks she still has you” You mewled, and licked your lips.

Your words made Jaehyun go crazy and his lips were back on yours this time rougher than before. He practically ripped open your skirt as you rid yourself of your boots,

“Shit fuck im sorry I’ll buy you another” he cursed and you chuckled leading him over to the bed. You discarded his shirt and basketball shorts, purring at the sight of his greek statue-like physique. Jaehyun helped you out of your shirt and ran his large hands over your breasts and lower back as you straddled him. This exchange was different for you too. Many hookups were just filled with lust but none had this type of passion and desperation. There were moments where you and Jaehyun would just exchange gazes, completely in awe of the other person. 

You ran your fingers below the waistband of his boxers and felt his hardened member twitch at your touch. Jaehyun moaned into your ears as you teased him, stroking him gently while nipping away at his neck. “You gonna be a good boy and let me mark you ?” you cooed and Jaehyun whined in response, turning his head allowing you to turn his pale skin purple. 

“Baby Arin is gonna see what i've done to your neck, should I stop?” 

“No please dont...stop” Jaehyun squirmed underneath you completely under your spell. 

You pulled down Jaehyun’s boxers and watched his member spring up and hit his abdomen. You quickly rid yourself of your bra and panties and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and turned your head to Jaehyun, 

“Show me how much you want me baby, show me what you were thinking about earlier on” you moaned and Jaehyun thought he was going to explode just by how needy you were for him. 

Jaehyun sat up and hovered over you as his eyes softened, running his hand over your body “If its too much, please let me know” you reached up to caress his face, feeling butterflies in your stomach from his sweet words,

“Sure baby, just give me your best I just want you so bad” 

Jaehyun’s expression switched and his eyes narrowed like a lion looking at its prey. He brought his hand up and slapped you on your ass which made you moan out loud. He used the opportunity to finally play out his fantasy and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees, ass on full display for him as he licked his lips at the sight. 

He placed two digits in his mouth, lathing them up before pushing them into your already wetness. Your moan earned another smack from Jaehyun and he pumped his fingers in you at an extremely slow and agonizing pace. You whined into the pillow and he smirked, he couldn't believe he got you to beg for his touch like this. 

“Baby I don't have a condom” He mumbled, still keeping his fingers inside of you as you whined beneath him,

“I'm on the pill, just cum wherever you want” You groaned as you felt Jaehyun’s fingers move a bit faster. 

Jaehyun growled at your words and without warning he replaced his fingers with his member and slammed into you, grabbing both your hands and retrained them behind your back. He marvelled at the site of your face pressed into the bed as he restrained your touch and fucked you from behind. 

“That feels so fuckiing good Jae” you cried, the sensation was already too much for you to handle but you tried your best not to chase your orgasm just yet. 

“You're so tight fuck” Jaehyun groaned as he felt you squeeze around him sending his mind into a frenzy. Jaehyun pulled out of you and flipped you back over, entering you while your thighs locked around his waist. Your eyes were locked on him as he fucked you harder than anyone has before, that shy boy he was a few hours ago was completely gone. 

“Are you ready to cum baby?” Jaehyun hummed in your ear as he still pounded into you mercilessly and wrapped his hand around throat. 

“Y-yeah” you managed to say, feeling as though you were going to see fucking stars any second. 

Jaehyun bit into your shoulder as he used all his energy to bring to your orgasm before he himself exploded. You finally sighed deeply signaling your orgasm had reached and Jaehyun pulled out of you, coming undone all over your stomach, the sight of him totally fucked out was absolutely delicious. 

Jaehyun watched you swipe your index finger across your stomach and bring it to your mouth, tasting him as if it was the sweetest thing in the world. 

“Fuck…” he watched you, already feeling like you were about to make him as hard as a rock again. 

You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Jaehyun broke away and quickly got tissues to clean the both of you up before collapsing in the bed next to you. 

“That was the best fuck i've had in my entire life” he sighed and placed his arm around your head and pulled you into a tight hug. 

“Same for me baby, but let's get dressed before one of my crazy friends decides to join us” you giggled and threw him his boxers. 

You and Jaehyun dressed up and you managed to safety pin the skirt rip Jaehyun had made, still hearing him mutter apologies as the two of you made your way back to the party. 

The two of you found the main group hanging around the kitchen snacking on pizza until they saw the two of you and everyone started howling and whistling. 

“Can you guys shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a slice and rested your head on Ten’s shoulder. Johnny went in and high fived Jaehyun, “damn didn't think you had it in you brother” Johnny patted his back as Jaehyun slipped into the seat next to you and held your waist. 

“I guess Jaehyun is one of us” Taeyong said, quite impressed by the outcome. 

“I told you guys, oh wait” You stopped to pull out your phone and turn on the front facing camera, “smile” 

Jaehyun chuckled and leaned closer into the frame as the flash blinked, just before the shutter went off you turned to him and licked his cheek seductively. Taking a quick look at the picture you smirked as you uploaded the picture to your instagram and watched as your whole timeline exploded with the scandalous picture. 

You held the phone up to Jaehyun as he watched the comments flooding in, many people mad at his adultery and many people surprised he managed to even pull a girl like you and gave him props. 

“Welcome to the freaks club Jung Jaehyun” you smirked.

Taeten x reader prequel here 

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[lustbile]

Hold On

TaeyongxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary/Warnings: based of this really old post here. Smut, stuffed animal kink?

first fic on the new blog! I’m losing my mind,

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You’d be slightly embarrassed to admit that the second Taeyong handed you the stuffed animal, it was as if it glued itself to your hands.

Yes you were slightly obsessed with the soft toy, but in your defense, it was the first present the boy had ever presented to you. Not only that, but it was also incredibly soft and, in its time spent hidden in Taeyong’s room as he tried to build the courage to give it to you, it had become permanently marked with his scent. These things, combined with its size, made it a perfect pillow.

So it never moved an inch from its corner of your bed. Waiting patiently every day for you to curl up, ready for sleep, and for you to pull it tightly into your chest. The only times it went untouched for the night, is the times you instead found yourself laid in the nest that was Taeyong’s bed, and it’s job as your pillow being taken over by his warm chest.

It was just a teddy bear. As classic as it could get with its brown fur and button eyes, but something about seeing it for the first time made Taeyong immediately think of you. You hadn’t been officially dating for too long, but he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t buy it right then and there, he just never anticipated how much nerve he’d have to build to actually give it to you.

But when he finally did, he was sure he had never seen something so adorable. The way your face lit up as you pulled it tightly against your chest, your neck bending slightly as you pressed your face into the fur. He could feel his chest tighten in endearment and his voice came out in nervous stutters when you thanked him with the same warm smile that was starting to feel exactly like home.

And he told himself, your reaction was what he found so cute. Yeah you holding it and cuddling into it was cute, but he was focused on your happiness.

So he didn’t really understand the way his stomach flipped when you let him into your room only days after to watch some movies and he saw it sitting perfectly next to your pillow as if it was waiting to see him again.

He shook off the weird feeling quickly, telling himself that he was just happy that you enjoyed the gift so much. And for that night it worked, and you innocently watched movies without a problem.

It wasn’t until about a week later did he have to admit that there was something else going on.

Same setting as the movie night only a handful of days before. Warm and cuddled into your bed, the sound softly pumping from the speakers of your tv. The soft brown teddy bear placed in his designated spot next to your pillow.

The only difference was his tongue rolling slowly over your clit and the quiet moans that fell from your lips.

The atmosphere in your room is so much softer than he’s ever experienced when he’s done stuff like this. Your muscles are completely loose as you sink into your mattress, the pleased noises you let out and the way your fingers tangle in his hair are the only indications that you’re still awake, as when his mouth first touched you, your eyes were sliding shut.

Your legs lay loosely against his back as he works you with his hot tongue. There’s no sense of urgency or impatience, allowing him to get a full taste of the arousal that builds between your legs. His hands smooth gently across the warm skin of your stomach letting him feel the muscles underneath the skin tense every time he hits a spot you particularly enjoy.

The second noises started coming from your pretty lips, his eyes had been trained on you. Watching the way the muscles in your face twitch and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks every time he sucks the flesh of you clit tightly between his lips.

“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna come,” you whisper a warning, your fingers tightening around his scalp. He happily hums against you making you jerk and groan. He’s so enthralled by the way you start to squirm in pleasure, he’s thrown completely off guard at the feeling that hits him when you do it.

The hand that isn’t caught tangled in his hair starts to move eratically. He’s seen it before when you two had messed around. The promise of an orgasm making you so delirious your fingers would desperately search for something to ground you, but seeing that you usually only mess around in his room, you tend to find solace in crumpled up sheets. But in your bed, your fingers instead lock around your beloved teddy bear, and you’re pulling it to rest against your shoulder as you start to come hard on his waiting tongue.

You don’t seem to notice the quiet gasp he lets out when he sees this, as you’re too caught up with the orgasm that rips at your core. Luckily, regardless of his shock, he’s still able to lav his tongue against you to make it last just moments longer.

He’s unfamiliar with the feeling that claws at his stomach as he watches you twitch and shake with the stuffed toy lovingly gripped in your fingers. Something about it is so sweet and endearing while simultaneously makes him feel like he’s losing his mind.

He’s so thrown off by it, he decides to not bring it up, and even when you’re desperately pleading for him to let you wrap your lips around him in return, he can only wrap you in his arms and your blanket and tell you that it’s too late and you need to go to sleep.

And for a while after that, he didn’t really have to think about it. His room is the usual setting for your sexual escapades, that one time in yours was just an act of taking advantage that your roommate was out visiting family. So realistically he should have just put it aside and forgot about it, but that would just be too easy.

He thinks about it often. The scenes of it flashing randomly through his mind while he works or plays games, and he even shamefully thought about it when he was alone and touching himself to the thought of you. But it was at its absolute worst when you were together. Every time he pushed a whine past your lips, or when you started to come around him, a little demon in his brain would say, ‘now imagine if there was that cute little bear you got, just in perfect arms reach to grab.’

He just didn’t get it! What was it about you holding it as you came that got in his head so much. The amount of time he spent staring blankly at the wall trying to pick apart this new kink of his was bordering embarrassing, but he decided it was a combination of things. First, he always liked stuffed animals, he had a few himself that he’d push to the floor when you came to stay. Second, he liked you, a lot (that being a very easy factor to discover), and he liked making you come just as much.

Another factor was he knew it had something to do with it being a gift he gave you and how you would even refer to it as his bear as if he still owned it in some way. But the last, and probably most prominent factor, was that it was just cute enough to be corruptible. He knew that something about him making you feel so good and come so hard, that your mind would go blank, so blank that the first thing you’re subconscious mind would turn to is the soft and warm comfort item that he bought you, made him feel unhinged.

And he wanted to do it again.

——

First, he wanted to test if it was just that bear, or if it could be any stuffed toy he had a connection to.

You were coming over again and he was dead set on fucking you. This was this least uncommon thing in the world, but this time he just forgot to move one stuffed animal off his bed before he had sat down in only a pair of loose sweatpants to play games.

The large baby pink rabbit laid in the center of his bed when you walked in, seemingly keeping it warm as he sat at his desk playing games. You had seen it before so it hadn’t shocked you, but it was odd that he hadn’t moved it to sit on the floor at the end of his bed like usual.

But you weren’t one to complain, about the toy at least, so you just flopped as loudly onto his bed as possible and began calling his name and jokingly begging for attention like you’d do any other time.

He felt like an evil genius as he turned his chair slowly to face you, a deceivingly sweet smile pulling on his lips when he saw you had already claimed the soft rabbit without thought, the toy that had been seeped in his scent now tucked into your chest as you all but spoon it with your nose pressed against its ear. And his heart beat only ran faster when, as he stood to walk over to where you lay, he saw the way you subconsciously hug it tighter as if you feared he’d take it from you.

“You like the new friend you found?” He asks it in a taunting tone.

“Well yeah,” you keep your hold on the toy as you turn to lay on your back, your legs falling open as he stands between them, “you always put it away from me, so I have to take as much time with it as I can get.”

“Well then I won’t put it away this time baby since you like it so much,” he finishes his words with a huff, his eyes trailing across the scene below him. The way you’re laid out, soft and comfortable against his bedding while holding the toy, you’re so pretty and sweet smiling up at him, it’s enough to push him to put his plan into action.

“You don’t plan on letting it go at any point tonight?” he asks with a slight teasing tone, but the expression he wears tells you he still expects an answer. You shake your head softly in response, tightening your arms around it and your legs around his hips to prove it even more, “well if that’s the case…”

His fingers wrap around the bend of your knees, pulling them up higher on his hips and tugging you down the bed enough that your crotch brushes against his. He only grins and runs his cold fingers up your thighs when you grumble in response.

“do you think you can still hold on to it while I fuck you?” he asks so casually, a tilt to his head being the only indication of his mischievous mind set, that it throws you off for a moment.

“While you what?” you finally find the push to respond, your brain taking a moment to piece your thoughts together.

“While I fuck you,” he enunciates clearly, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches for the band of your pajama shorts.

He leaves you stuttering and shocked as his cold fingers dip below the fabric of your underwear, and as you lie there still trying to process his words, he tugs your shorts and underwear down and throws them behind his shoulder.

“What do you say baby?” he doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s bending forward, his head tilting as if he is scolding you as he pushes a slender finger into where your arousal begins to build, “you’d like to hold onto your cute little friend while I ruin you wouldn’t you.”

“Fuck Tae please,” you finally gasp out, your hips tilting towards him and your nails sinking into the soft fur of the rabbit.

“So cute,” he coos at you as he slowly works you with one finger, brushing his chapped lips and nose over the skin of your face as he waits for you to get wet enough for a second.

When he finally does, you’re panting. Your breath warm and gasping as his middle and ring fingers pump into you faster than you had mentally prepared for.

The heel of his palm digs into your clit while his greedy mouth devours the skin of your neck, and the pleasure that shoots throughout your nerves leaves you whining and squirming beneath him.

You don’t need to answer his original question. With the way he works you now, you can’t imagine letting the grip you have on his stuffed animal go even if you wanted. The soft fur being the only thing grounding you as you fall apart around his fingers.

He’s brought back to the first moment in your room when he hears the whining pitch that you fall into with your moans. The flush of warmth that runs over him from noises you make makes his whole body tense and causes a chain reaction when his fingers curl inside you, making you yelp in shock.

The growl he lets out when your free hand grabs his bicep and your nails dig into his skin is involuntary, but the harsh bite he sinks into your neck is retaliation.

You sound like you're bordering on hyperventilating when he sucks the skin between his teeth into his mouth to form a bruise, and with only a few more rolls of his palm, you feel pleasure shoot up your spine as you start to come.

Your eyes are watering as you wrap yourself around him, the toy squishing between your shoulders as you cling to him and whine. His fingers don’t slow down in the slightest as he works you through the orgasm, the way you tremble and curl around him with the toy still in your hold has his mind reeling and he can’t push himself to calm down.

Your mind is still fuzzy when he finally pulls away, and with the quickness of his motions, you don’t even connect that his fingers aren’t still pressed into you.

His still wet fingers curl around the bend of your knee, and he's pushing your knee towards your chest before you can even collect your scattered mind, and it's not until he’s sinking into you inch by inch do you come back to reality with a gasp.

“Look at my sweet baby,” he taunts as he shallowly rocks into you. His free hand trails up your side, taking a moment to tug at the rabbit and smile at the way you defensively hold it tighter, before wrapping his fingers gently around your neck, “you’re just so sensitive that you need your little friend huh?”

“Pleeeease,” your voice shakes as you let out the only word your shivering body allows.

He stands straight now as he harshly knocks into you, leaving your free hand to grasp frantically his crumpled sheets as your pushed higher on the bed.

He’s had you beneath him more times than he could count, every time he remembers as being more amazing than he could imagine, but something about this is different.

Your chest radiates warmth as you pant and moan, the muscles in your legs twitching harshly as you try to keep up with the pleasure you feel. Your eyes flutter as you try to watch him, your body rocks subconsciously as you try to match his motions, and you clench tightly around him making him spill just as many noises as you.

Though, of everything you do, the one thing he can’t pull his eyes away from, is the way you still cling onto his toy.

He had convinced himself that, even if you agreed to it, that the stuffed toy would be long forgotten once things got started, but the way you lay in front of him now, tells him you have no intention of letting go.

He can almost feel his heart beat in his throat as he watches you. The way you curl and arch against his bed, how cute you look in your old tshirt with the rabbit’s head pushing gently against your temple, makes him feel like he’s been handed heaven on a silver platter.

He can't imagine anything more beautiful than the scene in front of him, until he sees your hand wandering again.

Instead of reaching for his shoulder or his hands like usual, your fingers trail down your own skin. The way your face twists in pleasure tells him your hand moves with almost no thought, and before he can move to grab it, your rolling your clit softly beneath the pads of middle and ring fingers.

“You wanna come again that bad?” he doesn’t mean to sound mean when he asks, but there’s a mischievous energy in his chest he’s never really felt before this moment. He can’t help the pridefulness and glee he feels at you being so willing to indulge in his off requests, and he admits right then that this is something he’ll never let go. That night so long ago wasn’t a fluke at all, but rather you whining and moaning as you fall apart around him was just as beautiful and raunchy as he had hoped.

“Pretty little thing, you’ve always been insatiable,” he would have almost felt like a school bully with the way he spoke to you, but the shivering and puppy eyes he gets from you in response only encourages him.

“Please Taeyong, please please make me come,” you pout and plead up at him, the feeling you crave only a few pushes away as your stomach flutters and flexes in anticipation and pleasure, “want you to come in me so bad.”

He feels something inside him snap at the words that push past your lips, and the hand around your neck and his thrusts only become rougher. A yelping gasp that comes from you is the only thing he needs to know he’s done exactly what you wanted.

With a few more rolls of your cramping fingers, you're coming hard around him. Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first, the way he continues to stretch you pushing you through every second, and all you can do is squeeze the toy rabbit as your back arches sharply off the bed.

He loses the grip on your knee as your legs wrap around him, and the way you force him against you and the way you feel wrapped around him sets his own orgasm off. The pleasure making his chest press against your as you two rock against one another mindlessly.

His voice is raspy and dark as he lets out his own moans into your ear, and the noises only make you grasp for him to pull him closer. Your fingers curl into his hair as you return to a position similar to the one you only had momentarily after your first orgasm, but this time your clinging pushes him to the side and his moans slip into endeared chuckles, grunts, and groans.

You make no move to let him slip from you as he softens inside you, but instead you wiggle until your face is pressed into the dip of his neck and the rabbit is pressed against his side as you hold them both. You’re still racked with aftershocks, and the only thing you two can do is twitch against each other as every motion pushes him against the nerves inside you, making overstimulation bite at both of your bellies.

After what feels like an eternity of laying there, the only sounds surrounding you is your own panting and the quiet sound of the pause screen music coming from his game. But with a quiet huff and his fingers pushing under your shirt to run over your spine, he finally speaks again.

“Sorry… if that was ...weird,” he sounds unsure of his wording, sucking air through his teeth as he rolls his thoughts around his mind, but you only cuddle further into him in response, “I get it if that’s not something you’d ever want to do again.”

“Hm?” you let the noise slip out in confusion as it takes the words and your previous actions connect, “oh the stuffed animal?”

“Yeah that was… I could have asked before instead of springing it on you like that, that was kind of weird,” you can hear him grit his teeth in hesitation, “and I know you’re into the dirty talk thing but I was a little harsh. It was all just weird I’m sorry.”

“Taeyong,” you push up with your elbow on the bed to move just far enough away to look into his eye, “I mean if you’d be more comfortable bringing it up beforehand when you want to try something then of course, but no what just happened was really hot.”

“Are you serious?”

You have to jerk back slightly with a laugh when he springs up slightly with his own words, but the way you grin at him calms him almost instantly.

“Yeah I mean, the way you acted and everything, and I’m absolutely not against getting to hold onto something while you fuck me, I liked it,” you let out a dramatically airy sigh as you lay against him again, a question popping into your mind once you’re settled.

“Where did this idea even come from, I’m usually never anywhere near your stuffed animals when I come over?”

“Oh, um I doubt you remember but one day when I was at your place, you grabbed that little bear I got you when you were coming and I just never could stop thinking about it,” he admits trailing off towards the end, almost shameful.

“My bear!” you’re sitting up again, a scandalized look on your face as you swat at his chest, “that’s my most prized possession you pervert!”

“Hey! You’re the one that grabbed it while coming, pervert!”

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[everlasting-yours]

Careless For Once

TAEYONGxREADER

Smut, light angst, prudence here and there, slightly old-fashioned, life in marriage, signs of doubts, troubled thoughts, romance, selflessness, Taeyong loves Y/N, okay?

25.K+ words (a long-ass one shot)

Enjoy~

Okay, so your husband, Lee Taeyong was naked and standing before yourself. That wasn't too surprising. Not that he tended to be exhibitionist—come to think of it, he is just the opposite, isn't he? He doesn't parade himself around the house as other men might be known to do. But he did say that he was taking a bath. One does tend to be stripped for such a procedure. You heard the water running. So, obviously, he had something important—possibly urgent, considering his unusual state of undress—to say to you. So you waited in expectation.

He spoke, rather in a monotone, almost, "I think you need to be clean as well."

You considered your state of cleanliness. You had a shower the night before, and while you might enjoy a nice bath, it didn't really seem time for it. "Perhaps tomorrow morning," you replied, curtly.

"No, I think sooner than that." He was curt as well. Perhaps not curt, but a bit... forceful. This was odd. He was not one to remark on your hygiene. You cared for yourself in a proper, expected way, and no one complained about your state of filth or of any unacceptable odors. Nor did he. But here he is, naked as a newborn, not yet having his bath, telling you of your need to be cleansed. Most irregular.

And you said so. "Look here, I don't think you have any place to be telling me of ..."

Well, you tried to say so, but then Taeyong rudely interrupted. "Actually, I think you need to have a bath." Then he paused a moment. "Now." And before you knew what was happening, he had reached beneath your thighs and back, chuckling, and was carrying you away to the bathroom.

You didn't want to struggle, lest he dropped you, and then you would be injured, possibly seriously. So instead, you began in a torrent of words meant to break that smile from his face and to cease from such unacceptable activity. "Put me down! I think that enforced bathing is illegal in this country and you don't even have a license! I am really not prepared to get wet, in any case, because my hair... well, my hair is up, but that shouldn't make any difference, it might get wet which would be disastrous—just horrible. And you don't think... no, you wouldn't really put me in the bath with all my clothes—that would just be monstrous—OH!" Still chuckling, he placed you gently into the steaming tub.

Well, you thought, at least the temperature is to my liking. Sizzling hot. "For a bath, this is not very relaxing. To be shanghaied from my place on the couch and then placed in the water fully clothed... it will take all day to dry these clothes!"

Taeyong knelt beside you and replied, "They would be easier to dry if they were off." Then he began unbuttoning your blouse.

Ah, so that's his game. All right, then. I suppose we ought to just enjoy it. That's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it? You leaned back in the bath and closed your eyes. After erasing all thoughts of knives and straight pins digging into his flesh, you realized the possibilities here. Here you were, in an unexpected bath, with a personal servant to undress you, caress you, coddle you and fondle you. This could be pleasant indeed.

Taeyong noticed your visible relaxation and kissed your closed eyes. "That's right. Take some time for yourself. I'll give you whatever you need."

Your blouse was fully unbuttoned and now he was clumsily working on your bra. You sat up and released it, then took it off. Your breasts floated, being fully supported by the water. The unbuttoned white shirt lay about you. You threw the shirt about yourself, in mock modesty. "I can't have you looking at my..." Taeyong smiled wider. You looked at your chest and found that your breasts were fully visible through the thin, white, wet garment. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter," you said as you stripped off the shirt.

Your denim skirt and underwear came off quickly and easily. Taeyong gathered up the clothing and rung the soaking garments out in the bathroom sink and hung them up.

Temporarily alone, you allowed your heartbeat to cease racing, sitting back in the tub, and forcing yourself to rest. His attack had unsettled you considerably, and though his intentions were honorable, the method was, shall we say, somewhat unorthodox. You had never been exposed to such a blatant display of testosterone, not by him, even as quiet as it was. In approaching things of amour, Taeyong had always been a gentleman—admittedly, somewhat childish and selfish—but gentle and considerate of your feelings and of your need to adjust to a new mood. However, this time he had given no signal of lovemaking, no warning of his desire. Instead, he blindsided you, putting you in a mood of... danger, almost.

It is a bit exciting, you admitted, and allowed your heartbeat to increase a bit. It isn't every day a woman is gently ravaged by someone who loves her. Someone who desires her in such a way that he had to respond instantly, on impulse. Picking her up without warning. Putting her in a tub of water in order to be passionate with her. Stripping her gently under his adoring eyes. That's not so bad, really, is it?

Of course not. Nevertheless, it would be nice to take some revenge—in a loving manner, of course. You could plot and plan as well as the next woman. And take great pleasure in the results of your plotted torture. Oh, yes, you can plan. And he will regret. (All for Taeyong's benefit, of course, she assured herself.)

"All right," he spoke, commandingly, but gently, "it is time to clean you up."

"All right," she mocked in a friendly manner. Then her voice went meek and pleading, "But... what will you use to clean me up, sir?"

He reached across you and grabbed the Dove and a washcloth. Firmly, he replied, "Just this: soap, water, and a cloth. Please kneel and the cleaning shall begin."

You reinterpreted to yourself: the pampering shall begin. You planned to enjoy this thoroughly. You got up onto your knees, then sat on your feet and rested your chest on your legs, arms at your sides, curled up in a ball. "Please," you continued in a squeaky, pleading voice, "don't hurt me."

Taeyong's firm tone softened a bit, but he was still in character, "Don't worry, little miss. I'll take good care of you." You trembled slightly, part in your playact to show trepidation, part in real anticipation of his touch.

You were a woman who felt love at the touch of a soft caress. Without the touch, without physical closeness that had no hint of a selfish, sexual drive behind it, then in your heart of hearts, you could not be assured that you were loved. Intellectually you could acknowledge it. Your mind could assure you that you were really loved, but assurance in your deepest self would always be evaded unless you were gently caressed with direct intent.

Your husband, Taeyong, of course, was a man for whom touch was practically foreign. He grew up in a household where touch was not quite forbidden, but certainly never encouraged. Early on, when you were dating and engaged, he fawned on yourself, touching you constantly. You were not sure until later that his seductive fingers were, in reality, paws, longing for the sexual release and freedom that could not happen until you were married. But that never bothered you.

But he turned into a man who never showed you love...no, wait, that just wasn't true. He rarely showed you love in the manner in which you can truly, deeply feel it. You were confident in his love. Although his attentions waned in later years, focusing on work, a family of his, and the others who constantly came to the house, he would always take occasion to show that he cared for you. He would take you out to dinner. He would call you when it was unnecessary. He would give you little gifts. Basic romance stuff. But his touch...let's just say it was rare. Instead of sitting next to you on the couch, he chose a chair—as independent and full as an opportunity for thought as he is. And if you sat next to him on the couch, he would be briefly stiff and then relax, but he would not reach his hand to you.

Admittedly, Taeyong was tired. And he would converse with difficult people all day. And "touch" wasn't in his vocabulary of love unless you added some form of the word "sex" with it. You often sighed, disappointed at his distance.

And then sometimes, out of the blue, a light would come on within him, and he would scratch the back of your neck, softly. Or he might softly squeeze your shoulders for ten minutes. Or—a blessing of all blessings—he might take the time to give you a full backrub—no strings attached. That last was rare, very rare. On the occasional birthday, when you didn't need to sleep more than anything else in the world. Or the romantic anniversary. And thus did his displays of love descend.

Like God, you knew that he loved you, but only occasionally did Taeyong display it in action rather than in dusty, oft-repeated words of the past.

And so you trembled in anticipation. Even though the touch came through a cloth, rubbed with soap. Even though he was anticipating his own pleasure in a few minutes, or perhaps an hour. Even though he still wasn't recognizing your deepest need. You wanted this. Wanted a touch of love more than life.

Your back was fully exposed and he very gently rubbed the whole length and width of it, until small bubbles foamed all over your back. Being fully convinced of its cleanliness, he set aside the cloth and placed his fingertips on your skin. His caresses were firm—but not hurting—and the film of the soap causing each touch to be silky and smooth. You sat warm in the tub, your legs and front fully surrounded by the hot water and your back and shoulders lovingly warmed by his flat palms. After an infinitely brief time—perhaps ten minutes—he said in a soft version of his commanding character, "Up, on your knees, now. We have to clean the rest of you." And the pleasure was over.

Well, over for you. He took great delight in soaping up your chest, your buttocks, your pubic area, your thighs. Again, he dropped the washcloth. Taeyong climbed in the tub with you, kneeling behind you and reached around to cup your breasts. He fondled you all over, moaning his pleasure. Fingering your nipples, cupping your groin, squeezing your butt and rubbing them over and over.

His pleasure made you dizzy. In some way, you enjoyed his sudden yet slow approach down the road that has but one climax for two. His pawing was pleasant like you were overlooking a child taking great pleasure in brushing your hair, although he was mussing it all up. You were too cold, out of the water. Your nipples were hard, but not from pleasure and his touching was slightly unpleasant. You were gaining little out of the rubbing of her buttocks, but the somewhat pleasant touch. The touching of your pubic area was personal and intimate, but not sexy.

Did Taeyong think he was doing this for you? That he was causing waves of pleasure in you? No. His erection sticking up between your two buttocks, (for he had pushed it in with his pelvis) showed you that. He was not aware of your responses, but his eyes were closed to allow all of his sensory functions to focus on his hands, the touch he was receiving. Obviously, he felt that he had given you what you wanted, for now. And though he planned to "focus on you" in a little bit, he was taking what he wanted, for the moment. That was fine, you thought. But let's give him a little more. Or more than a little.

You took the discarded soap and rubbed it on your hands. Then you reached behind yourself and caressed the tip of his hard cock. Taeyong moaned at that, all right, and squeezed your breasts a little more, causing just a little pain. All right, you thought, let's do this. You turned around to him and saw his closed eyes and his dry skin except for his legs. "Tsk, tsk," you scolded like a kindergarten schoolmarm, "you are still all dirty. This will not do."

You wet him down, got more soap, and began soaping him down thoroughly. You rubbed his chest and back, seductively lathering them, having to press your chest into him to reach around to his back. You lathered his neck and legs, using your fingernails to scratch his skin with pleasure. You bent down to reach his buttocks and took the opportunity to give a little lick to his cock. Then you set into foaming up his groin, lingering at his tip. Taeyong backed off a bit then, saying, "We don't want to go too far." You smiled. Then you rinsed yourself and him off, front and back.

Taeyong slunk down for a moment, a bit weary from pleasure. You could tell that he was "steeling himself up" to work on your sexual desire. But before he could rise, you pressed into him, wrapping your arms about his neck, and allowing his face to touch your bare breasts. It was time. You queried seductively, "Do you know what I want?" You backed a bit and began rubbing his nipples. Taeyong sat down in the lukewarm water, eyes widening, placing his legs on either side of you. Perfect. You bent down on top of him, your breasts resting on his hard cock, forcing it down on his stomach. You whispered again, "Do you know what I want?" Again, he made noises that "we" don't want him to climax too soon.

You ignored his plea, kissing his chest and licking his nipples, hard and quick. You lifted up your face to his, breathing the words onto him, "I know what you want." You sat up, your opening, wet with excitement (although emotionally you were not ready for sex), rested on his dick and you rubbed a bit. He moaned, "Not yet. Let's focus on you." You chuckled. "But that's not what you want." You rubbed a finger through his hair, around his neck, and let it descend to his nipple. You licked it and let the saliva lubricate between his nipple and your finger, while your pussy softly thrust on his erection. "You want to be wet. You want me to rub you." Beneath your hand on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat racing. "You want my body on you. You want to be surrounded by me. You want to be smothered by my softness"

You raised herself up, pressing your breasts into his face and picked up his cock inserting the tip into yourself. "You want to moan with pleasure. You want to touch me all over." Slowly, you descended upon him and he grabbed your buttocks. "Oh," Taeyong moaned. And you moaned with him, for him, "Oh, I feel you inside. How lovely you feel." Taeyong started to make cautionary noises again until you pulsed on him. "Come on," you spoke slowly, "put your hands on my breasts," you pulled at his arms until he grabbed your chest, longingly. "Squeeze my nipples, just a little." It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but he enjoyed it. You continued with your patter, " Come on, baby. Squeeze me. Kiss me. There, please. Oh, yes. Do you feel me?" Taeyong nodded. You thrust down harder, "Press yourself inside of me—yes... Oh, how I want you, I want you, I want you..." Suddenly, Taeyong exploded inside of you, feeling him tense up and then release. You continued moving on him until he motioned for you to cease.

After his breathing became normal, you got up off of him, turned to let the water out, and grabbed a towel, drying yourself off. "But," he said, "you didn't get a chance to.." Guilt and exertion made his face red. Your sweet revenge was all set up.

You smiled wickedly. "You never answered my question." He faltered a moment. "You know...? My question?" You repeated for him slowly, "Do you know what I want?"

Taeyong was clearly confused. His previous agenda for the evening was foiled by your sudden turnabout and he wasn't sure where he stood. He got up and you came up close to him and handed him a towel. You asked again, seductively "Do you know what I want?" You kissed his neck and stroked his shoulder.

Quickly, his thinking mechanism returned to its usual working state. "Ummm... a backrub?"

You smiled and backed away. "Right. Now get wiped off and come into the bedroom, please. But not too quickly..." you added. "I've got a couple of things to set up and I want you dried with no goop on you." You glanced down at the white/clear fluid on his groin. He got the message. "Oh, and don't bother putting on any clothes," you concluded cheerily, "we're not done yet."

Entering nude into the bedroom, you realized that he wasn't done with his surprises yet. The bed was straightened up and the covers pulled back. The pillows were neatly set, with a piece of chocolate on each one. Towels were set on the mattress, neat and flat. The sill on top of the headboard was decorated with a row of candles, dimly lit. And in the background, some Blues was playing softly, romantically.

Oooh, you thought. He hadn't just planned to throw you in the bath and have his way with you. He had a small romantic evening planned. How sweet, you inwardly gushed and gave him credit for his overall plan. You started to regret your thwarting of his plans, but then you erased your repentance. "Actually," you mused, "isn't this what the best of marriage is about? Taking two plans and putting them together to make one fantastic one? Too bad it doesn't work that way usually."

You lowered the covers further and set another towel on your side of the bed, still muttering, "Usually marriage is either one person getting what they want and the other person not, or some compromise is reached where both parties have less than they want. We've done pretty well," you said as you smoothed the bedclothes, "although I've made a lot of sacrifices. Well, he has too. It just... doesn't seem like he has made as many. Maybe that's just the way it is between men and women. A woman wants the pleasure of her man more than he wants her pleasure." You heard him coming, so you quieted down.

Taeyong came in, cleaned up and dried with a towel around his waist and another draped on his arm. "How can I serve you, ma'am?"

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love the way you set up the room. It was really thoughtful of you."

Remaining straight-faced, he said, "All part of the service, ma'am. Now, how can I help you?"

"Oh yes... one last thing." You ran out of the room and returned from the living room, just as quickly. In your hand was a phone with timer all set up to 55 minutes. You set it on the nightstand on the other side of the room.

You stood before your stony-faced husband and said, "Taeyong-ssi, I want you to rub my back until that timer dings. You may use some lotion, but I would prefer no oil." You sat on the towels on the bed. "I shall be lying here."

Taeyong answered, "Ma'am, I have two questions."

You laid down, with your arms to your side. "Yes, Taeyong-ssi, what is it?"

"First, what if you fall asleep? Should I wake you?"

Humph, you thought. I should be asking you that question. "If I fall asleep, let me sleep and I will dream of you rubbing my back. Nothing could be better."

"Very well, ma'am. One other question. Since you have not a stitch of clothing on—a fact I greatly admire and appreciate—do you wish me to rub only that which one might call 'the back' or to perhaps cover all of your 'back', from neck to foot?"

"As you see fit, Taeyong-ssi. Although I do wish that I had shaved my legs in the tub."

"You could do so now, ma'am."

"Enough. The timer is running."

"Yes ma'am." And, kneeling beside the bed, he began.

* * *

3rd person/1st person

He set to the task, for the task it was. It was difficult enough to stay awake to give a long backrub, let alone to figure out what he should do during the backrub. Over the years he had given her many backrubs, usually, the longest was a half-hour. Of course, he thought, she wouldn't consider them many. Perhaps two a year. I suppose two a year is a paltry sum when one's goal is to have a backrub every night. But he did give her other, "unofficial" backrubs—a rub on the neck, exercising her shoulders, the gentle caress here and there. But it couldn't be done all the time. Life is simply too busy.

To start with tonight, he did not use lotion but simply his fingers, barely touching her, raising goosebumps on her flesh. He drew circles on her, caressed her, using his fingernails, his open palm and the heel of his hand. He gently relaxed the back of her neck, her shoulders and shoulder blades. He wanted to linger at her buttocks, to perhaps caress the side of her breasts, or spread her legs open and move his fingers about in her vagina. But he knew better. He knew that the pleasure she wanted was touch, pure and simple, free without a demand.

Sex, of course, isn't really a demand, he thought. It's a pleasure for both of us. It is something we both work on for the pleasure and satisfaction of both of us. That's what makes her action in the tub so confusing. She was doing that all for me—and I didn't have an opportunity to bring her along. Of course, I did kind of startle her. Maybe she just wasn't ready. Or maybe a backrub is really what she wanted tonight. Well, I could have given her one after she climaxed. Of course, it really did feel good. Just... too fast. I'd really like to try it again. But she really doesn't seem interested. He mentally shrugs, A backrub it is, then.

...

He reached over to pick up the lotion. He pumped a number of times until a mound of the goopy stuff raised upon his hand. He rubbed it between his hands for a bit until it was almost body temperature. Then he slathered on your back, working it in from your shoulder to her waist. Your skin drank it in—dry, as usual. He got more lotion and slathered it on again, focusing on your legs this time.

It's odd, he thought. Why wouldn't she be interested in sex more? Well, it isn't that she isn't interested—she enjoys it, that's for sure. But for me, I feel that when she really focuses on giving me pleasure in sex, I feel so close to her... no. Wait. That isn't it. I don't feel close to her when I go. In fact, sometimes when we're just "taking care of me" then I feel sexually satisfied but still lonely. Separated. It's only when we both gain pleasure—when it's really "good". But what makes it "good"? Is it the pleasure we feel? No, because we can both enjoy it, but it still seems shallow. As if we are just going through the motions.

Admittedly, that's what we usually do. Go through the motions. A little non-direct touching, then some caressing of her breasts. I caress her nipples, then lick them, then I get some lubrication and caress her just above her clitoris. Then she's ready to go. Usually, she'll lick my nipples a bit, I touch her some more in her vagina and we're ready to go. I get on top of her and rhythmically push just a little inside her and she climaxes. Then we might do her again, or we might go with me—long strokes and I've released and I'm outta there. That's our normal, usual sex—when I can keep it up or don't release myself too soon. It's okay. We like it. But that's not how I feel close to her.

There are some times... some times that we just feel so intimate. It's amazing, almost mystical. Early in our marriage, I did think of it as mystical. As if we were two beings, merging into one. "One flesh" really described it. Perhaps it was just an emotional experience, but it was real to me. Very real. Central, almost. I wanted to have that experience all of the time. Perhaps that what junkies feel, that high. I can understand not wanting to ever turn away from it.

But, in reality, in marriage, eventually that feeling does fade. Sex is good, a part of life, but it isn't blissful. It isn't a great high. Except sometimes. Sometimes you still reach it. The intimacy climaxes in sex, but it usually doesn't begin there. You talk... about stuff. Whatever you talk about. Books. Movies. Possibilities of having kids one day. The problem of the week. He caresses you. Not in a sexual way. Taeyong has to focus on that if he can do it. His mind—either it's sex all the time or none of the time. No middle ground.

Then... what? What is it that makes it good for both of us? When I look at her and get that feeling of how lovely she really is? Maybe it's when we both really give each other pleasure. Or when I know that she is really excited. Or maybe it happens when we do something new, spontaneous, unthought-of—breaking out of our usual pattern. Hmm. If that were so, then what she did for me in the tub would have been great. But it was just me, not her.

Or is it ever just good for me? Maybe I'm just fooling myself. Maybe I'm the one who really feels connected, feels at peace at those times. Maybe she doesn't feel it at all. Maybe for her, she just gets pleasure from it and enjoys my pleasure, my surrender. But that's all. Does she feel love? The intensity I feel? The feeling that it isn't just me going into her, organs rubbing against each other. But that it is in some way her going into me—us connecting, merging. Does she ever feel that?

Taeyong's hands' massage your back still. The lotion is worked in and your skin is smooth and soft. Not greasy, but without creases. Almost without blemishes. Nothing for the hand to get caught on. He massages deeply, but not so hard that there is discomfort. The hand and fingers slide over the skin, as a skateboard slides down a ramp in a park. Ski on the snow. Perhaps a ski takes pleasure in just the simple movement over packed snow. A satisfaction that it was made to glide, to pass effortlessly, without friction over fields of white. Maybe that is the same kind of pleasure you are feeling now. That in receiving a backrub, you are experiencing what your skin was made for. Affection.

He remembered when he first started giving you backrubs, near the beginning of your marriage. Of course, you wanted backrubs before you were married and he gave them to you—other rubs, as well, he recalled. But they weren't "official" backrubs. They were dry, and while you enjoyed them, you didn't relax like you did after you were married. That seemed to be real enjoyment for you—total relaxation and separation from all that you have been doing that day. You would try different oils, different candles, some music—whatever you could to bring peace and romance and togetherness to your crazy lives.

Things were crazy. I was crazy. Why did I get so upset all the time? Things were fine when people were over or when they were working... but every once in a while when it was just the two of them... Well, maybe it was more than every once in a while. Maybe it was more often than I would want to think. I was a jerk. No, I never hit her. But I yelled. Controlling bastard, that's what I was. Why couldn't I just let her be who she was? Why couldn't we make our decisions together civilly? Of course, sometimes it wasn't a matter of decisions. It was a matter of who cared more. We knew who cared more by who through a fit first. So stupid.

But the nights that the first year, <ou were lovely. Not every night, but every other night you would get naked with one another and play. Just relax and have a good time. Have sex, read, sleep, talk. You had all this energy for each other. You would stay up until one or two or three, just to be together.

You are so worn now. It's a good night if Taeyong can stay up past eleven. You talk, but mostly about "issues" or the latest read. What you did or learned about others during the day. Everyone is falling apart, it seems, and you are there to fix them. Although you never do. Mostly you just watch people slowly fall apart. Or slowly get better. Depending. Sometimes you don't even have time to talk. You read, but you don't read "together" anymore. Actually, maybe you never did. Taeyong didn't know just how caught up you get in a book. That's how come you couldn't hear him set up the bedroom or wonder why it was taking him so long to take a bath. Lost in a book.

He smiled. You are so cute, he thought. He looked down at you, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Long hair braided and put on top of your head. Straight back, round butt, strong, thick thighs, and beautiful legs. Toes that are kind of crooked that they seem broken. Cute.

The timer went off. Taeyong got up, walked across the room, and turned it off. You sat up. He asked, "Did you fall asleep?"

"Nope. I was just relaxing."

He sat down beside you. "Pretty deep relaxing."

"I guess so. But I felt every stroke." You placed your hand on his shoulder and bent your head to kiss him. As your lips parted, you whispered, "Thank you."

Taeyong looked into your eyes—peace, with only a touch of your usual weariness. "No problem."

You grinned at him. "That's good." You laid back down, on your back this time. "This time I want you to do the front."

Taeyong was shocked for a moment, wondering how he could stay awake for another hour, just touching you. "Really?"

"Yes, really." You took his hand and placed it on your breast. "Feel the heartbeat?"

He was pleasantly shocked. "Y-yes."

You glanced down at his groin. "Just as I thought. If you felt the beating of my heart, you would have the energy to get up again."

Taeyong hesitated. "Do you really want that?"

You sat up and kneeled before him, kissing his lips. At the same time, you reached down with her hand and stroked his hardening member. "I really want you," you whispered. Then you laid down again. "Now, do my front."

He willingly obliged. "But if I'm going to do your front, I'm going to do all of it."

"Hmm. What do you mean by that?"

"Open your legs, and you'll see." And you did.

* * *

As you lay on the bed, still, after exertions, you breathed quietly, "That was fun. Very enjoyable."

Taeyong grinned at your praise. "Yes, it was. It was a good idea, you think?"

You turned your head to look at him. "Fine idea. Especially the way you set up the room. Very nice. But it was really more of an impulse than anything else, don't you think?"

Taeyong replied, "Not the room. It took me a half-hour to set that up without you hearing me. But," he admitted sheepishly, " Picking you up and set you in the tub, fully clothed—that wasn't completely thought out. I wouldn't normally act so...careless."

You lay your head down on his shoulder. "Of course." You paused for a moment and placed your hand on his chest. "It was all very nice, though. Even putting me in the tub." He looked surprised. "It was exciting, in a way. It set my mind thinking about new possibilities that I wouldn't have thought about before."

"Nice possibilities."

"Mmmm."

Taeyong gazed in your eyes and then lightly pressed his lips on yours, as you closed your eyes. As the close proximity comforted you, your lips barely a millimeter apart, you spoke, with your eyebrows descending, "But don't you EVER do that again!"

With a smirk plastered on his handsome face, Taeyong playfully replies. "What? Plop you fully-clothed in a bathtub?", but far from his expectation, you reciprocated with words you wish you'd say more so often to him, a genuine smile full of fondness reaching your eyes.

"Never doubt us and our way of loving."

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prompt title: “tame me and spoil me”

( ´艸｀) thank u hehe ♡

(at long last lol... no longer taking titles for this game, but my requests are now open!)

tame me and spoil me - Taeyong/reader, rated explicit; mommy kink, spanking, face slapping, hair pulling, taeyong cries

“Taeyong,” you say softly, peeling his fingers off your arm. “Let me finish cleaning.”

“You can just leave them to soak,” Taeyong wheedles. “C’mon, I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“The more you bug me, the longer it’s gonna take,” you say, and this gets him to relent, backing away to let you finish the dishes. “Good boys are patient,” you add for good measure. “Will you be good?”

“Yes,” Taeyong replies, though he sounds sullen.

The dishes are finally done, and you dry your hands off while Taeyong noses at your neck, looking for a kiss. You sigh, extricating yourself from his hold. “That’s not how you ask for something.”

“Want you to fuck me,” he says, which is not the answer you were looking for.

“That’s not asking,” you say.

“Will you fuck me?” he rephrases. “Please?” Okay, points for manners. “Before I die of neglect?” Points immediately rescinded.

He’s been handsy and needy since you first got home earlier this evening. And you get it. You’ve both been a little busy this week, and you both got home late most days, too tired to do much before collapsing in bed to sleep. But you also feel that he could stand to be a little less desperate, and at least let you have a peaceful dinner. Unfortunately, it seems like peace is far from his mind. It’s not such a huge problem—you guys can stay up late tonight, and you appreciate how much he wants you—but you still want to try to be responsible.

Still, you gesture for him to head upstairs. “Let’s be polite, okay?”

“I said please,” he says, tone saturated with sass, taking the stairs two at a time.

“You’re being awfully mouthy for a good boy,” you say, a gentle warning, as you reach the upstairs hallway.

You don’t doubt Taeyong understands the meaning behind your words; his eyes dance with mischief. “What do you mean?” he asks sweetly.

You sigh. “Just seems like you’re on a fast track to wearing my patience thin, that’s all.” You make a shooing gesture at him in the direction of your bedroom. “Go on, on the bed.”

For once this evening, he does what he’s told. You follow slowly, flicking the hallway light off and closing the bedroom door behind you. Taeyong is situating himself on your mattress, covers shoved to one side. His shorts are riding up on his thighs, revealing soft, tender skin. You clench your jaw involuntarily, turning away so he doesn’t see.

You pull open your intimates drawer and run your fingers along the line of strap-ons there, plucking up a medium-sized baby blue one. You want to be able to fuck him hard, and that will be difficult if you can barely move inside him. You grab the lube as well, then slide the drawer shut, and hook your fingers through one of the loops of your harness, finally making your way over to the bed.

Taeyong makes a delighted noise when he sees the strap. “I love that one,” he says, leaning back. You realize he’s been touching himself over his shorts when you weren’t looking; there’s a wet patch over the little bulge where the head of his cock is. His fingers are suspiciously close to it.

“You’re so impatient,” you say, nodding at his hand. “Do you even deserve it?”

He ghosts his hand over his cock. “You never said I couldn’t.”

It’s like he’s determined to push all of your buttons. “It’s bad manners, baby,” you say, keeping your voice level. “Touching yourself through your pants when you think I can’t see? It’s naughty.”

He’s wearing a somewhat smug smile. “I’ve been doing it all night,” he reveals. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to notice, really. But I guess it’s ‘cuz you weren’t being very nice. Weren’t paying any attention to me.”

Alright, that’s enough, you think. You drop the items on the bed and reach out for him with both hands. In an instant, you’ve flipped him onto his stomach. Taeyong squeals in shock, but you hear a little bit of giddy delight mixed in there. You yank his shorts down, pulling his ass up with the hand that’s still on his hip, and strike him hard. Taeyong cries out; you pause to lick your palm, and hit him again, right over the same spot.

“M-ommy,” Taeyong stutters out, sounding punch-drunk.

“Gave you a couple of chances,” you say, hitting the other side. “Sometimes you’re perfect, but other days it’s like you can’t be good unless I beat some sense into you first. Do I have you make you scared of me to make you behave?”

“You’re so hot when you’re scary.” You think it’s supposed to be a rebuttal. You hit him again, pretending not to listen. He keeps talking anyway, breath hiccuping with each impact. “And you know how much I like getting hit.”

“Couldn’t you just ask for me to rough you up a little? Instead of goading me into it?” you suggest almost wearily.

“It feels better when you’re mad.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you say, pinching his ass. He yelps; it turns into a whimper when you release him and immediately spank the spot before it’s finished turning from white to red. He whimpers; it sounds unsteady, like he’s on the verge of tears. Serves him right. “Stay there,” you say, releasing him to reach for the lube. To his credit, Taeyong doesn’t move apart from trembling a little in place as you slick up a couple of your fingers.

You use your other hand to tug his shorts the rest of the way down. The fabric pools around his knees. His cock bobs between his legs, head wet with precome. In a way, you almost feel bad for him—he’s been teasing himself all night—but it’s his own fault, so you brush the pity aside. You circle his entrance with a lube-slick finger to help with the initial push in, and then press your finger inside.

Taeyong shudders. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles.

You swat him with your other hand. “Is that what you say?”

“Thank you,” he rushes out. You spank him again, and he lets out a broken little sob. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Was it so difficult?” You move your finger slowly, letting him open up around you. He doesn’t reply, just sniffles.

Luckily, the spanking has made him pliant, and soon you have three and then four fingers pumping in and out of him with ease. You stroke over his prostate just to watch him shake, his cock twitching as it drools more precome.

“Mommy,” he whimpers. “Please, I—I’m gonna—”

“You can come whenever you like,” you say mildly, “as long as you think you can come again later.”

“I can, I can,” he pants. You curl your fingers against his prostate and don’t move them away, just pet over it until he’s sobbing and coming untouched onto the sheets. You watch the way his stomach expands and deflates as he tries to catch his breath. His little body convulses weakly as the last drop of come beads at the head of his cock, and he lets out a long moan.

“So pretty when you come,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his hip, almost absentmindedly. “Can you roll over on your back? Use your shorts to clean up a little so it doesn’t stain the mattress while I put this on.” You pull out, watching in satisfaction when his hole clenches around air.

Taeyong doesn’t verbally reply, but he does do as he’s told, so you let it go. You pull your clothes off and drop them on the floor at the foot of the bed, then reach for the strap on and harness and begin the sometimes-arduous process of putting everything together.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long, and Taeyong’s preoccupied cleaning anyway, so by the time he’s balling his dirty shorts up, you’re ready. You take his shorts from him with a “thank you, baby,” and toss them in the direction of the rest of your clothes. You spread his legs, lining the silicone cock head up with his entrance, and push in with one easy motion.

He gasps when you bottom out; you guess he’s still sensitive from his first orgasm. But he doesn’t flinch away, just squeezes his eyes shut, hands fluttering at his sides.

Soon, though, he adjusts and his eyes blink back open. He reaches out for you, and, thinking he wants a kiss, you lean forward to indulge him as you begin to thrust into him, slow and gentle. Your lips have barely brushed his before his hands are all over your body, settling on your tits and squeezing hard.

You slap his hands away, pulling back. “Did we not just go over this?” you snap. “You need to be patient, and only use your hands when I say you can—on me and on yourself. What else do I have to do to get it through your dumb little head?”

Taeyong’s watching you through slightly unfocused eyes. “I can’t help it, mommy,” he slurs out. “I want you all the time.”

“You’re not going to win me over with flattery,” you reply. “You can want me and still behave.”

“Don’t know how,” he insists, lifting his head like he’s gonna try to sit up or something. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back down, twisting his neck to the side until you’re sure his scalp is burning. He chokes out another moan.

“Absolutely not.” You slap him clean across the cheek, pleased when fresh tears spill over his waterline immediately. You’re mad, but it’s so hot; you decide to stop fucking him and just start grinding against the base of the strap. He can come again if you’re feeling generous after you’ve satisfied your own arousal.

It still does something for him, of course; you’re buried deep inside of him, and your movements make the strap press against his walls. His cock is already half-hard again, slowly recovering; he strains against your hand even though all that’s gonna do is get his hair ripped out if he’s not careful.

You’d rather that didn’t happen, so you slap him again to keep him down. He falls back against the pillows with a soft moan, blinking his teary eyes open. The pressure against your clit is steady and good, and you can feel your thighs trembling.

“Mommy,” Taeyong whines, lower lip wobbling. “Hurts.”

You huff out a moan and let your orgasm take you, gripping his hair even tighter as your heartbeat stutters while hot pleasure spreads across your body and satisfies the ache between your thighs.

You hear Taeyong crying in earnest as you catch your breath, and you release his head, afraid for a moment that you’ve really hurt him. But he seems fine, mostly; he’s mumbling something, but it’s hard to pick out words between his sobs.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he says when you realizes you’re looking at him. He reaches out for you limply—not a ploy this time, but a need for you to be close. You curl over him, cupping his jaw. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, whispering now. His eyes are glassy. “I always force you to punish me because I’m always bad.”

There’s real sadness there, and it breaks your heart. “No, no, baby,” you say. “You’re not bad; it’s just that sometimes you do bad things. And that’s okay.” You kiss his cheek and he whimpers. “I punish you because I know it’s what you need, not because I’m truly angry. I could never be angry with you.”

Taeyong sobs, holding you close. You kiss him again and again, tasting the salt of his tears. “Mommy,” he cries. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too, baby,” you say. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He hiccups quietly, but you can feel his breathing begin to slow. “Good. So good. Do you still wanna come?”

This catches his interest, and he even manages a smile. “Yes,” he says softly.

“Okay.” You give him one last kiss, then push yourself up a little for better leverage, and begin thrusting into him again.

He clings to you, moaning sweetly. The tears dry on his face, and there’s no trace of that sadness, or the terrible mischief, anymore. He looks blissful and content, sighing when the head of the strap hits home.

You wrap a hand around his cock, and it only takes a few more minutes before he’s coming, arching off the bed as he spills hot white over your hand and his chest.

You pull away, kissing him and promising you’ll be right back. You start the water for a bath, then carry him to the bathroom and leave him to soak there while you clean everything up. Once you’re satisfied with the state of the room, you rejoin him in the bathroom, climbing in beside him. The water is still warm.

“C’mere,” he says, reaching out for you. You scoot closer, humming happily. “Thank you,” he says.

“Anything for you, you little brat,” you say fondly. He giggles against your collarbone.

#works #nct #taeyong #drabbles #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct smut #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fanfiction #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #taeyong/reader #taeyongxreader #lee taeyong #lee taeyong fanfic #lee taeyong fanfiction #lee taeyong smut #mail #ella 姐 🥮

[hyucksl0v3bug]

bloom for me (description)

pairing:: haechanxreader, doyoungxreader, lucasxreader, markxreader,johnnyxreader, shotaroxreader, taeyongxreader

warnings:: Major character death, mentions of sex and mental health issues and trauma

summary:: best friend!haechan convinces you to work at a flower shop with his friends and you experience all types of new adventures and even fall in love but you very quickly learn that "nothing lasts forever all things must come to an end"

work count:: idk-

author’s note:: kinda a slowburn,big time cry-, mostly fluff, im like really inconsistent so idk how often ill update this but we shall see and try for 1 chapter every 2 weeks

#nct fluff #kpop angst #more tags to be added

[afishcalledfatin]

Wip folder game

Hello lovelies~ i was tagged by @jae-canikeepyou thanks bb 💛

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then, people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Fics:

Lay All Your Love On Me (Mamma Mia AU)

Kiss, Marry, Kill (jaeminxreader)(highschool au)

Shooting Star (sichengxreader)

Stranger Danger (yutaxreader)

Plum Season (taeyongxreader)

Dr Hyuck (haechanxreader)

Series:

Once Again (johnnyxreader) (historical au)

Longed and Loved (yutaxreader)

Stone Cold (doyoungxreader)(fantasy au)

Developing Something (johnnyxreader) (teacherxstudent)

That's all for now! Currently Once Again is the only story I'm working on. Hopefully I'll be able to come back soon. If you're interested to know a bit more about any of these stories, please dont hesitate to ask :))

Tagging: @fairielightsss and whoever wants to do it, just say i tagged you ♡

#fatin's tags #I'm really excited for you guys to read Once Again #idk who else to tag #nct #nct127 #nct dream #wayv #tag game #wip game

[noonas-kpop-fix]

Smut.Y'all.

Hi. I'm here and. Yeah

Ok I know I promised Taehyung smut a thousand years ago but like I have a super hot Taeyong one I wrote last night that left me so sexually frustrated it's bad haha you guys will love it. I hope. I still need to edit it but for now please enjoy or suffer to this gif of Taeyong yet again being extra rude.bye.

#taeyong smut #taeyong #lee taeyong #nct #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 #taeyongxreader #kpop smut

[pocketk-pop-blog]

Guns & Roses || Taeyong (NCT) x Reader || Mafia AU

Summary: What happens when life goes wrong in all the right ways,  you end up almost screwing yourself over, but someone saving you instead. Said person is set on keeping you safe after this encounter, so you do what you can to bring them from the shadows.

Chapter: Prologue

Words: 822 words

Author: Admin Elliot

Status: Ongoing

Notes: I really hope you guys enjoy this! It’s my first time actually posting fanfiction on Tumblr, so I’m sorry if the formatting is a little weird!

It's not that you were careless with your life, if anything you didn't feel the need to die yet. You wanted to see what you were going to do with your life before making any stupid decisions. Of course that's not always the way that life played out, especially if you're scatter-minded at times. You were trying to cross the road one day, you swore you looked both directions and even had the light to walk, but that didn't seem to be true as you froze dead in your tracks with a large truck hurtling at you way faster than it probably should have been on said road.

Not only had your body froze, but so did your mind. The only thing you could think about was what the afterlife would be like. Even the alarmingly loud honks coming from the truck couldn't seem to wake you from your stance. You seemed to wake up as soon as you hit the ground though. Snapping into some form of awareness you attempted to get up, only to feel a weight on your chest. "Oh my god I really am going to die aren't I?" Almost as soon as you said that, the weight from your chest lifted, revealing a rather good looking man.

"If you keep laying there you will, now get up and get off the road."

In your mind you were calling the man rude, but then again he did kind of save your life. So you decided to see if there was anything you could do for him to make up for it. Keeping your eyes on the redheaded figure that was retreating into the crowd as you got up, you quickly ran over to him the moment you were back on your own two feet. "Uh, excuse me, is there at least anything I can do for you?"

"You got off the road, that's all I needed."

"Can I at least take you our for a meal or something?"

"Only if you can learn to keep your mouth shut."

"Excuse me? I get that you just saved my life and all, but no need to be a bitch about it when I'm asking if there's anything I could do in return."

"If you're getting so frustrated about it, then no, there isn't anything you can do for me," he responded keeping a cold look on his face. His eyes never seemed to falter, even when you got mad at him.

"Can I at least have your name and number for if you think of anything that I can do for you?"

"I said no, now leave me alone."

"Good god, just accept my kindness."

"It almost sounds like you're just begging for my number."

"Oh my god! If I was begging for your number I wouldn't be trying to get anything out of you other than your damn number!" You then took a small piece of paper and pen out of your pocket and wrote your own number on it. Knowing it wouldn't cause any harm to the man, you threw it at him and stormed off not actually expecting him to pick it up. But he did, and then stuffed it in his own pocket after looking it over.

After that, walking back to the headquarters was peaceful if you don't mind the sounds of the city, or the sun reflecting into your eyes off various of objects, or even the scent for that matter. But for this man, he couldn't expect any more or any less from the city. If anything he was surprised to see you so dead set in your ways, but it was rather amusing to him which is why he kept refusing. A few times his emotions almost broke through to his face, but he somehow manages to pull off his straight face the whole time. It was rather hard not to laugh when you threw your number at him and then stormed off like he was the one pestering you for it only for you to give in last moment.

He found the whole scene comical, even if to others it was just more annoying noise in their lives. It was something he might actually look for again, just to see how you would react in different situations. That or he was trying to deny himself of finding interest in someone outside of their skills or talents. Because that's exactly what he had done to get where he was in life currently. Studied others for their skills, took them under his wing if he saw fitting, and then building his own gang out of it. He didn't quite like to think of himself as a mafia leader, but the few who knew of his group had called it the mafia, and he had no patience to actually deny said claims, so he let the name stick. The NCT Mafia.

#nct #nctxreader #nctmafia #mafiaau #nctscenarios #taeyongxreader #neo culture technology #guns and roses #pocketkpop #kpop #kpopxreader #kpopscenarios

[pedocolorsofamazing]

LOVERS FATE (Jaehyun X Reader X Taeyong) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/pNZ6M3Eh6Y One may seem like he loves you but then he runs off with another girl and left you cause he didn't have the same feelings for you anymore. After him, you've met a "bad boy" whom everyone warned you about, of course, you didn't listen and stayed close to him. Ever since then, Mr. Bad boy changed your life in many ways that you never thought about. Eventually made the other run back to you. Warning!! More flirting and possibly cuteness overload, Might have some graphic scenes depending on the situation, and colorful language. This is my first requested story, hope you enjoy it!! P.s Can someone request a story with only Jaehyun? Like I can make him do cheesy/cringy shit and/or NSFW. Whichever you like, cause either way I'm going to feel awkward, yet lowkey like it. Don't judge me. I feel bad for always portraying him as a bad guy. IF you want to request a 'Jaehyun X Reader' fanfiction, please let me know the setting and story background of your choosing then I will see what I can do :)

#drama #fiction #jaehyun #jaehyunxreader #jeffery #kpop #kpopfanfic #kpopgroups #kpopscenarios #lovetriangle #mature #nct #nct127 #nct2019 #nctu #romance #taeyong #taeyongstan #taeyongxreader #wattys2019 #books #wattpad #amwriting