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yeonjune · a day ago
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soobin ✙ marie claire korea 2022 making film
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irockgyu · 2 days ago
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SCARY LOVE
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Badboy!Taehyun x Afab!reader (no pronouns used)
SUMMARY — your badboy boyfriend is actually a closeted sweetheart, you knew that. but in a moment of insecurity and misunderstanding, which side of him takes over? OR — it’s your six month anniversary and after a few walls are broken down, tae is ready to show you how much of a good boy he can be.
CONTENTS — smut/mdni, hurt to comfort: angst/fluff, rich!taehyun, taehyun basically has anxiety, established relationship, insecurities, crying, subjects of past friendship trauma, communication issues (they have diff communication styles & are still learning abt e/o)
WARNINGS — bratty/newly sub!tae, dom!reader, unprotected sex, orgasm control/denial, light humiliation/degradation, praise, light restraints, cock slapping, nipple play (m. receiving), finger sucking, hand job, begging, ruined orgasm, edging?, crying, color check-ins, hard sex turned sweet at very end, heartbreakingly loving aftercare
WORD COUNT — 5.6k
A/N — obviously inspired by the song “scary love” by the neighborhood!! X3
© to irockgyu. no translations/reposts etc.
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To Taehyun, it was obvious that he would never undermine your six month anniversary. Actually, he had been counting down the days eagerly (albeit a bit anxiously, for reasons he was too scared to admit or really think about) in his head.
But you didn’t need to know that.
Hell, he just got to the point where he could admit to himself how happy (relieved) he was that you’d stuck around with him for so long. Nobody else stayed long enough to gain the trust or get to see the many layers there was to Kang Taehyun, probably because most just wanted to be ‘friends’ with him for his money.
He learned his lesson to never let anyone in after one too many people finessed their way inside his heart, gained his attachment, only to leave immediately after getting whatever it was they wanted from him.
Except for you.
You weren’t even aware of Taehyun’s financial status until after you began a relationship. He found you intriguing from the start (and cute…maybe. Just a little) and so he hid the fact that he was rather wealthy from you. He wanted to see if you’d spare him a second glance when he had nothing to offer you except…well, himself. Him with all his bottled up sadness and angst that never dissipated as a teen, him with his emotional walls, him with a defensively blank face to mask what he really felt, and him who struggled to understand, admit and communicate his own feelings.
But you didn’t care about all his faults, for reasons he doesn’t think he’d ever understand. You saw parts of himself that he didn’t see, parts that were happy with glimmers of light. Like flowers growing through cracks of cement.
After Taehyun realized he never wanted his life to be vacant of your presence ever again, he finally got the courage to ask you out, and that’s where your journey together began.
Currently, you were sleeping over at his house so you could wake up with him by your side on the morning of your anniversary. Taehyun had already bought an offensively large teddy bear that was stuffed in his hallway closet to surprise you with in the morning. It may seem typical or cheesy, but you had a hard time falling asleep without something to hold. The boy hoped the stuffie would help get rid of the subtle eye bags that were overtaking your lids, the ones he pretended he didn’t see or worry over. He also bought a box of chocolates too. Because that was a basic requirement, wasn’t it?
Taehyun’s anniversary plan (that felt more like a mission after all he thought out and prepared) was:
1. He’d wait for you (admire you) until you woke up, give you your teddy and chocolates, and then cuddle for a little bit (maybe do some not so p-g things also…)
2. Tell you to get dressed, that he was taking you somewhere (you would of course freak out in your way that he found so annoyingly adorable, saying you didn’t bring anything other than a change of jeans and a t-shirt like you always did)
3. (Amidst your panic) he’d bring out your other and last surprise; the designer outfit he’d picked out for you months ago at the mall after seeing it. He just knew you’d look drop dead gorgeous in it.
And finally,
4. He’d take you to the fancy restaurant he made reservations for in advance.
Maybe…maybe he went a little overboard.
He just couldn’t help it. He was too embarrassed to admit he wanted to spoil you and too shy to act on those urges, so your anniversary was a perfect excuse.
Currently, it was around 10 pm. You were both snuggled on Teahyun’s bed, your cheek laid against his chest as you happily breathed in his warm scent.
Most of the lights, aside from his bedside table lamp, were off as the movie’s previews illuminated the large flat screen tv. Taehyun paid no attention to the ads as he browsed through his phone while you wouldn’t stop gushing about all the things you could do for your anniversary tomorrow. Taehyun only hummed in response, maintaining a neutral face to not let on the extensive plans he secretly had for tomorrow.
Plus…he was growing very shy at the thought of all the romantic gestures he would be making, it would be the biggest and most direct act of love he’s ever done for you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, or that it didn’t feel like the butterflies in his stomach were playing jump rope with his intestines.
Unbeknownst to your boyfriend’s own anxiety, you started to get a little discouraged by his aloof attitude.
Everytime you’d suggest something to do tomorrow, he’d only hum out in response, not even looking at you when you’d speak. And everytime he’d more or less reject an idea, your stomach sank a little more.
You were beginning to feel stupid. Were you blowing this out of proportion, making this a bigger deal than it really is?
Usually you weren’t one to celebrate measly anniversaries. But six months wasn’t measly to you, especially considering Taehyun’s past relationships (or rather, lack of). You thought this was something worth celebrating over, and you had been hoping he thought the same, but...
Taehyun cared for you, you knew he did. It was clear in the way he always checked in on you throughout the day, or the way he’d stick by your side protectively whenever you were out in public, or the way he’d always help you, or go find something you need. He always was trying to play it off as a coincidence, but you knew he kept a jacket for you in his car when you got cold after stubbornly claiming you wouldn’t. You saw his search history when he researched how to fix your leaking dishwasher that you couldn’t afford to repair and refused to accept his money to simply ‘buy a new one’, as he suggested. He’d claimed he already was knowledgeable in plumbing, but let’s be honest, rich boys have no reason to know such things, making his ‘casual’ act painfully obvious of the opposite.
When you would point out his non-direct acts of affection or teased him, his eyes would widen the minuteness bit, and he’d look away, sometimes claiming some weak denial.
You knew he cared for you, but…
sometimes you did worry.
The thing was, Taehyun was always so non-verbal with his emotions. Words of affirmation are really important! And as much as you tried to reason with yourself, you were a bit insecure, maybe even unsure of how deep his feelings for you actually went. Because you…you cared about him a lot, like, a lot. So, though you were certain he liked you, you often wondered if the weight of your feelings outweighed his.
You’d been pushing your worries down for so long, and in that moment as Taehyun stared at his phone screen, brushing off something you found to be important, you lost your grip as a hesitant question slipped past your lips.
“Do you even...do you even want to do anything for our anniversary?”
Tae shrugged his shoulders, eyes flickering over to the tv screen as the movie's introduction finally began. “I don’t care what we do, I guess.”
Hands coming together to fiddle with each other nervously, your gaze went to your lap, voice almost at a whisper as you thought out loud. “I-I just thought, y'know- six months is a significant milestone and I...I don’t know…wanted to do something for it.”
Your boyfriend let out a sigh before he spoke in a tone you found to be exasperated, causing your stomach to plummet.
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
A heavy silence was between you for a few minutes, Taehyun’s attention fully on the movie that played, like he didn’t have a care in the world. You on the other hand only grew more hurt by the second, lifting your head away from his chest to lean against the headboard of the bed instead. You felt something inside your heart crumble after Taehyun’s last sentence, like all your fears were about to be confirmed. Unable to even concentrate on the movie for a full minute, you found yourself speaking again, voice a lot more steady this time. But it was only thanks to the adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins.
“Sorry. Do you think that sounds too tiring?”
“A little.”
And there it was.
The very thing you were trying to convince yourself wasn’t there, now right in front of you in manifest. Tears threatened to sting your eyes, but you blinked them back. You couldn’t cry, not yet.
“What part sounds too tiring.”
“What?”
“What sounds too tiring, the thought of going out with me tomorrow or the fact that we’ve been dating for six months?”
The only visible reaction he gave you was an unpatterned blink, mouth opening the tiniest bit before speaking in an infuriatingly neutral tone. “Just- calm down, Y/n.”
You hastily untangled yourself from the covers and got out of bed, tears already spilling out of your eyes when you blinked, blurring your vision. Taehyun had seen you cry before, but never because of himself, and you refused to let him see you break down over his own words. You already felt humiliated enough. Walking over to grip the doorknob weakly, although your body felt like it was surging with angry energy and hurt, you managed to tremble out, “My mistake.” before leaving Taehyun alone in his room.
You had been laying on the couch in Taehyun’s living room for maybe a couple of hours, tears finally having stopped, but your eyes still burned as an annoying reminder.
Taehyun had picked you up to take you to his house and in your previous haste to exit his room, you left your phone on his bed. There was no way in hell you were taking the walk of shame back into his room in all your red, puffy eyed glory to retrieve your phone.
Besides, there was no point.
Judging by the large, contemporary and very hard to read clock that hung on the big white walls of his living room, it was around twelve am. Hueningkai, (your best friend) who went to bed at an actually decent time of night like a maniac, was fast asleep by now and you had no other friends you felt close enough to call for a ride in such an embarrassing situation.
What even was the situation? You just found out that your boyfriend of six months doesn't even like you that much?
Was he even still your boyfriend?
Oh, God, did you just break up?
The sound of Taehyun’s door opening from down the hallway snapped you out of your own head, heart starting to beat faster against your chest. You thought it was your nerves making it feel like it was taking him centuries to make it down the hall and into the living room until you saw the giant teddy bear he was awkwardly wrestling with as he eventually stumbled over to you, sitting the stuffed animal beside you.
After a moment's pause, he made sheepish eye contact with you, eyes widening with shock and obvious guilt as he registered that you most definitely had been crying.
“O-one more thing.” He said before pattering off into the hallway. Emerging seconds later with a heart shaped box of presumably chocolates, his nervous grip was a little harsh on the present as he sat on the coffee table in front of you, your knees barely brushing against each other’s.
“I…I’m sorry.” Voice below a whisper, he explained, “Earlier, I didn’t mean for it to sound like I’m tired of you or that I don’t care. I do care, a lot, and I’m the farthest from tired of you. I could never be. I just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”
He looked up from his own feet to look at you, silently hoping you would say at least something, but when all you did was stare, he grew more frantic, losing his rationale.
“I-I’m sorry it came out like that, I was panicking and didn’t explain myself well, I…”
Something shifted in his eyes, in his mind, and it happened all too quickly before you could stop it. “This-this isn’t all of it! I have a- a lot more planned, a lot more to give you, I promise, j-just,”
Everything seemed to blur around you as your eyes focused on Taehyun’s face that suddenly crumbled before you, tears that weren’t present just moments ago now racing down his cheeks as he dropped his face into his hands. Clambering forward to cradle him in your arms, his erratic breaths were now right against your ear as he fell apart.
“-just please, don’t leave! I need you here!”
“Baby, baby, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. I am not leaving you.” Your own hands trembled as one raised to his hair, gently caressing over his locks in a way that normally soothed him.
You decided it best not speak, his mind too jumbled to process any words right now as you simply comforted him physically. It was ten minutes before his breathing returned to near normal and his body stopped shaking, minus an occasional twitch as his hands fisted the material of your shirt tightly. Cupping his dampened cheek, you raised him from your chest just enough so you could look in his eyes.
“Feeling a little better now, baby?”
“Y-yeah, m’sorry.” He slurred, when normally his speech was clear and never stuttered. “I know you’re not like that, not like them. I guess my mind went somewhere else for a second.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Tyun.”
“No,” he insisted, fully sitting up.
Taehyun momentarily interrupted himself when he realized you’d been kneeling on the floor this entire time, standing you up from the coffee table and moving you both to the couch. “I’m sorry for not explaining myself better, I’m really trying to improve on that. I…I care about you so much, Y/n, and I hate that I’ve made you feel the opposite.”
“Oh, Taehyunie,” you breathed, leaning forward so he could return back to your embrace again. “It was a misunderstanding, I’m at fault too. I acted on a moment of insecurity and I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry. I know you care about me, you show me that everyday.”
But I want to tell you, he wanted to say. He wanted to scream the depths of his feelings from the top of his lungs. But there was still that small weight of fear in his stomach, tying the words down.
He gave you a soft smile, a little tired from his previous state, but a smile nonetheless, one that you returned as you both leaned in to grant the other a kiss simultaneously.
“Happy anniversary.” He whispered breathlessly after you pulled away.
“Tyun, it’s not our anniversary until tomorrow.” You laughed incredulously, your arms around his neck while his were gently pressed to your waist. The usual sparkle in his eyes returned as his grin widened a little more, and you doubted your heart had ever felt such relief.
“It’s almost one in the morning, Y/n. It is tomorrow.”
“Oh my gosh! We better go to sleep if we want to have enough energy for tomorrow.” Standing up, you wrapped your arms around your new, giant stuffie in a hug, ready to drag it and your boyfriend to bed.
“I never would have guessed you’d buy me something like this. Did you order it?”
“No, I bought it at the mall.”
You could sense his inward cringe as your smile grew at the thought of your boyfriend, who tried to keep a tough public image with intimidating eyes and clothing, lugging a gigantic teddy bear throughout the mall and to the parking lot, probably having a struggle to stuff it into his car as well.
His nose scrunched at you and you realized you were laughing, shaking your head to try and gain some control of yourself. You’d have plenty of time to tease him about it in the morning.
“Let’s go to bed.” You said with a light giggle, pecking a kiss against his forehead.
“No, I don’t want to go to sleep. I want you to be with me.” He stated while grabbing a hold of your arm before you could pull away from him.
“I will be with you, silly.”
“I know, but- I want…you.”
You couldn’t hide how the way he worded his sentence threw you off guard. If he was asking what you thought he was asking, he normally was a lot more smug than the shy boy you were staring at right then.
“You want me? What exactly does that mean, Taehyunie?”
A pause of hesitation, and then, “I want to…Oh, God. Am I seriously about to say this,” His eyes diverted to the side, and you didn’t tease him when he took a few moments to gather himself, a small, nervous smile playing on his lips that he’d bite at occasionally or press into a thin line.
“…I want to be good for you.”
“You want to be good for me?” You parroted with an underlyingly teasing tone, your eyebrow arching slightly. He responded with the meekest of nods, his form somewhat hunched from his timidity, and it was then as he gazed up at you with his sparkling brown eyes that you realized you’ve never seen him look at you like that before.
He was showing you another side of himself. He was showing you his vulnerability.
“Please.”
The sweetness he still managed to obtain while asking you for something so dirty made you lose it, teddy bear temporarily forgotten as you let it fall to the floor while you ordered him to scoot over to the chaise section of the couch. You straddled his lap, loving the position as it gave you a little more height over Taehyun who was slouched against the cushions, chest rising and falling faster in anticipation of what you’d do next.
To his dismay, you only leaned in to kiss him, making him frustrated. Now don’t get him wrong, he loved your kisses. But normally, Taehyun didn’t have to wait, he didn’t have to ask because he was used to taking, used to himself calling the shots in the bedroom. So the fact that he wasn’t getting what he wanted, all while your hips pressed into his own without actually properly touching him, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip, it riled him up faster than you ever could have predicted.
In other words: he was a spoiled brat.
He broke away from your lips with a small wet sound, managing to have enough gall to scoff at you while making direct eye contact. “Touch me.”
“With that attitude?” You judged, unhappy with his demanding tone. His only response was his brows furrowed in a defiant pout. “I thought you said you’d be good for me?”
“Make me.”
The darkly delighted feeling you felt brewing in your stomach must have been apparent in your eyes, because a tantalizing flash of fear appeared in Taehyun’s expression before you forced him out of his seated position and flat on his back. Roughly, you tugged his shirt up until his torso and chest was exposed, Taehyun accidentally letting out a surprised squeak.
His hands clasped over his own mouth, but it was only a few seconds until you pulled them away from his face and pinned them to his sides.
“None of that. No holding back your sounds, and no touching. Me or yourself.”
“And if I do?”
“Then you won’t cum and I can just use you to get myself off.”
God, what was happening to him, because the thought of you just using him like a toy for your own pleasure had his dick pulsing in his pants.
But he did really, really want to cum at that moment, under your complete control.
So he gave in to your commands with a small whine, squirming against the cushions while trying not to blush as he took in the compromising, pathetic position he was in, your figure towering over his body.
“That’s what I thought. Do you remember the color system, baby?”
He nodded, slowly, almost cautious. As if he was in front of a ravenous beast. But instead it was you, and he had a growing feeling that wasn’t any better.
“What is it?” You asked while lowering yourself until his smooth, built chest was in your face, small puffs of breath tickling Taehyun’s skin and causing a shiver to run through his body. On most nights, he’d be asking you this question, but now the tables were turned and you were more than delighted by it.
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for keep going.”
“Good boy.” You rewarded, immediately bringing his nipple into your mouth after finishing the sentence.
“Y-Y/n!”
Glancing up, you were delighted to find his hands twitching but otherwise remaining where you’d placed them, cutely clenching and unclenching as you sucked and lightly teased his bud with your teeth. You let your fingers wander and grace feather-like touches across his abs, loving how he tensed beneath your hand while his breathing steadily became more labored.
With a slickened noise that had Taehyun squeezing his eyes shut from embarrassment, you released his left nipple in favor of the other while taking the left abused bud that was now wet from your previous ministrations in between your fingers, harshly toying with it. Your boyfriend’s body shuddered and withered as you mercilessly continued until he full-on moaned for the first time that night. Loud.
“Please, touch me! Please-“ His beautiful begging was interrupted by your gentle gasp, you allowing a sinister smirk as you watched the panic and confusion take over his face.
“What? I-“
“Hands.”
To his own horror, he looked to his hands that had drifted to tangle in the hair of your scalp amidst his desperation.
“No! I didn’t mean to, I-I said please like a good boy-“
“Oh, but you aren’t acting like a good boy.” You cooed, sitting up again and feeling his very prominent hard-on fitting perfectly against your core.
“I am now…” he argued desperately, but your mind was already made up as you pulled his shirt completely off of him, Taehyun now being so obedient as he raised his arms to help with the task.
“No, a good boy would have done what he’s told and kept his hands to himself.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll keep them still now.”
“You certainly will. Now sit up.”
Surprisingly, he was quick to follow instructions, lips pressed into another thin line as he found his face in sudden close proximity with yours.
“Pretty…”
“Hm?”
“Nothing.” He murmured and diverted his eyes as you gathered his wrists behind his back, taking his shirt and tying it as tightly as you could around him, using the thin material as a replacement to handcuffs. Maybe you could talk him into buying some later.
With his bulging arm muscles that you were more than familiar with, he could easily rip through the knot, no matter how sufficient and tightly you constructed it. But that puts his t-shirt at risk of being torn, and most certainly would get him blue balled. You were confident he’d stay in his confines until you said otherwise.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want.”
You pushed him, forcing him to fall on his back abruptly as he had nothing to support his weight before sliding your hands into his pants and palming him over his boxers.
“Wow, you’re so wet.” You breathed with genuine amazement, feeling how much his warmth had leaked through the material.
“So m-mean, Y/n.”
Forcing your eyes to rip away from the delightful image of his subtly twitching hips, you blatantly stared at Taehyun’s disheveled appearance. His hair was a gorgeous mess with strands splayed against the couch, lips reddened by his own biting of them and a rosy hue creeping up his neck: a signature tell that he was either embarrassed or aroused. Your guess was both.
“I think it’s safe to say, you like it.” A restrained pat against his cock ended your statement, Taehyun awarding you with another delicious sound.
“Color?” You checked, stilling your hand to massage his balls instead.
“Green. I…I like it. M-more?” His voice turned whiny at the end and your pussy clenched, beginning to ache as you resisted grinding your clit onto the couch for some relief. Though he didn’t say please, he asked so nicely that you couldn’t help but comply with his wishes, pulling down his underwear and pants in one go, all the way down to his ankles and throwing them somewhere on the floor.
Placing yourself in between his legs again (where he thought you looked very beautiful by the way, like a ruler on their throne.) you swiped your thumb over his tip a few times, distracting him with the pleasure before slapping his cock again, a lot firmer than the first time.
“Oh, Y/n, f-fuck!”
You rubbed over his shaft to soothe the pain before hitting him again three more times with no breaks in between, only to start the cycle all over again.
Cries of blissful torment filled the room until Taehyun finally reached his breaking point, warning in a whisper, tone almost watery with humiliation, “I’m- I’m gonna cum.”
You removed your hands off of him immediately, and he growled out in frustration as his high was ruined. To your surprise, he still came, the lingering, hot pain of his cock sending him into an unsatisfying orgasm as he withered and bucked into the air feverishly.
“God. Fuck you!”
A mirthless laugh that was unlike yourself met Taehyun’s ears that were ringing with the rush of blood and adrenaline, opening his eyes to look at you.
“You just came from getting your dick slapped and you still think you have any pride to hang onto? I see you still have the guts to disrespect me.”
As you said this, you stood up to remove your pants and underwear in one quick motion before resuming your position with Taehyun’s hips slotted between your legs. “Well sorry baby, but you’re not gonna get to fuck me until you learn how to beg as pathetically as you are.”
You collected the cum on his stomach with two fingers, spreading it across his angry red cock that was still hard and standing tall. “Even your dick is shameless.”
“G-God, sensitive, Y-Y/n.”
After ensuring he was nice and slick, you brought your fingers down to your own pussy, wincing slightly as you rubbed at your attention deprived clit. Taehyun hummed out another whine as he watched you. “Take off your shirt.”
Only receiving a glare in response, you felt his feet lift with little annoyed kicks behind you. “Can’t see your pussy ‘cuz of that fucking shirt. Take it off.”
“Stop talking.” Leaning forward, you thrusted your two fingers into Taehyun’s mouth, ordering him to suck.
He did so gladly, but you knew it was only because of your essence sticking to your digits, allowing him a brief moment to lap up your juices before pulling them out.
After rubbing his saliva between your folds, you pressed yourself against his cock, beginning to grind yourself up and down without actually taking him inside. Taehyun was not happy about this in the least as he maneuvered his hips, trying to somehow slip inside of you, but he was stopped by your hands pinning down his hips. He was purposely quiet, the only sound coming from him being his deep, rushed breaths.
Yes, as he suspected, it was hot as hell to have you using him to get yourself off, but the need to see your pussy splitting open from his cock, to hold your body in his arms and relieve himself of the (by this time) painful need to orgasm: it gave him tunnel vision. It was all he could think about as he felt your warm, inviting heat making wet sounds while gliding across his dick.
He worried his brain may actually turn to goo, so while he could still (hardly) formulate sentences, he spoke,
or rather, he begged.
“I’m sorry I was a brat, I’m-I’m sorry. But can you please fuck me now Y/n? I don’t think I can s-stand it anymore, need to feel you around me.”
His voice wavered the entire time. He’d finally broken down, and you were dying to have something inside of you, so you did.
Starting out slow wasn’t something you needed, your pussy was aching to cum, lifting and slamming your hips down onto Taehyun’s over and over. Your boyfriend was consistently crying out now, almost choking on his own voice at the sudden speed you took. He opened his eyes that he didn’t realize were squeezed shut before to watch you bounce on top of him.
“Y-Y/n,”
You stopped all movements when you heard his voice, snapping your head up and confirming what you feared.
Sometime while you were ruthlessly fucking yourself on his cock, he’d started crying. That was evident, judging by the tear tracks that were on his face, more following their path.
“Oh my God, baby, what happened?”
“I’m- I’m fine, just-“
“Color?”
“Green! Definitely green, just…need to hold you.”
Still startled and now a little confused, your movements were slow as you untied the shirt from around his wrists, which you were honestly shocked he didn’t just rip out of, seeing as he wanted to be freed so desperately.
The second his cloth shackles were off he pulled your body against him, hesitantly fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt and looking at you with those heartbreakingly deep, brown eyes that were now even more sparkly as they failed to hold in his tears. At this, you ripped off your shirt, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands instinctively wandered across the expanse of your bare back.
“Can…can I please move too?”
Your heart was beating too fast, deeming you breathless as you nodded your head minutely.
Both of you began to rock against each other, but the pace was completely different. In fact, it felt completely different than any sex you’d had before.
Taehyun’s thrusts were gentle, slow. But at the same time powerful and deep. You moved as one, to the point where you questioned whether you knew where your bodies separated, where your skin stopped and his began. But wasn’t it all the same?
Wasn’t he yours, and you his?
With the way you fit together, you must, because nothing you’d ever experienced felt like this, like you’d reached the unattainable.
Tears of your own started to well up in your eyes.
You didn’t realize how close you were until Taehyun detached from your neck, where he’d been planting kisses and marks, to plead against your ear, “Please, cum for me, baby. Please.”
With his trembling fingers swirling circles against your clit, your high engulfed you, and it was the most euphoric and dizzying experience you’d ever had. Your vision was spotting with black, but Taehyun’s cock twitching inside of you and a small grunt of restraint had you pulling together all of the strength you had left to pull off of him and stroke him. It only took a couple times until he spilled all over your hand.
His fingers traced different patterns onto your hip as you both caught your breath in the comfort of each other’s embrace. After a few minutes of silence, in which you still felt that strangely wonderful ‘connected’ feeling, even when he wasn’t inside of you anymore, you sat up just enough to look into his orbs. The corners of his eyes were still damp, but he’d stopped crying, a serene smile that you’d never seen before on his face, and he was directing it at you as he raised a hand to tenderly rub the nape of your neck.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Something between a whine and a grumble came from your throat, nestling further into his chest.
“Don’t want to. Tired.”
He chuckled, the deep sound something akin to thunder as your ear was pressed against his heartbeat. “We at least need to make it to the bed. Come on.”
Like you were weightless, he carried you bridal style into the bedroom, placing you as softly as possible on the mattress before whispering that he’d be back to clean you up and exiting into the bathroom. Despite your exhaustion, you find yourself wanting to cry again at how sweet your boyfriend was, guilt washing over you that your own insecurities had made you doubt him.
Kang Taehyun was not cold and he was not uncaring. He was worth so much more than his money, and that was something his past friends had failed to see. It almost made you pity them. Because they had a chance to get to know this bruised yet beautiful soul, and they gave it away.
Kang Taehyun was never bad.
He was broken,
and wasn’t being broken proof of trying?
The last few things you remember came in fragments; a distant faucet running, a warm cloth against your skin, and a tender kiss pressed to your cheek before sleep encompassed you.
If only you’d stayed awake for just a moment longer, you’d have heard the sincere confession of Taehyun’s “I love you.”, and his sweet embrace that followed after.
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anywherez · a day ago
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soobin - marie clare
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choiyeonjuns · a day ago
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SOOBIN :: MARIE CLAIRE BEHIND THE SCENES
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CHOI SOOBIN for Marie Claire Korea
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SOOBIN / MARIE CLAIRE
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The S in Soobin stands for sexy <3
for @bomggyu
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hybed · 5 hours ago
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YEONJUN for CELINE
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soobscribe · 2 days ago
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Hueningkai: in 25 years, I wish I could be as cool as Yeonjun hyung...
Yeonjun, to Taehyun: does he really think I'm 45 years old?
Taehyun: yes. I just told him
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zzzchoi · a day ago
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⠀⠀⠀ % BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀WHEN YOU CRY !? ( 🌑 )
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yeonjune · 2 days ago
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txt ✙ 2022 weverse con ‘magic (dance break ver.)’ dance practice
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shoftiiel · a day ago
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secrets: 30
tell me more
synopsis: all sunghoon wanted was a calm year, he never imagined he would see his childhood best friend again, but how chaotic can things get? especially now that her friend group has ummmm… changed
warnings: none, some fluff, angsty if you squint
word count: 700
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The next morning you woke up wrapped in sunghoon's arms, he looked so peaceful, you tried to slip out of the bed, trying not to wake him up. You felt the arm around your waist tighten, “where do you think you are going?” he asked you, his voice was raspy. “I'm going to make breakfast”, you said, turning to him, his eyes opened slightly only for him to close them again, “no” he said, pushing you closer to him, “let's stay like this for a minute”. his face rested on the crook of your neck. you chuckled and stroked his silky hair.
“but im hungry” you complained playfully. “Fine” he said, finally waking up, he opened his eyes and met yours, a smile appeared on his face, “I could wake up like this everyday for the rest of my life”, his hand caressed your cheek and then he pecked your lips softly. “I'm going to make us breakfast,” you said as you let go of him.
Did he really mean what he had just said? Of course you wouldn't mind at all, this was what you had wished for since you were 7, for sunghoon to look at you not just like a friend, you wanted to be more than his friend. Memories started appearing in your mind as you made some coffee.
“Why are you crying?” you heard a curious voice ask you. You lifted your head that was currently between your knees. Your eyes met his “why are you crying?” he asked again.
“Who are you?” you questioned back, “i asked you something first” he replied. You sniffed and wiped your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. “i don't want to be here, i want to go home”
His eyes were filled with curiosity, what did the girl who was crying in the neighborhood park meant by going home? This was his home, why couldn't it be yours too? He seated next to you, “but here is nice “, he said trying to cheer you up, “i'll make you feel like home here” he said proudly, this was his new mission.
“How will you do that?” you said between sniffs, “i don't even know who you are”. He extended his hand, “im park sunghoon”, you took his hand and responded, “im y/n”
“I think that is done”, you heard sunghoon’s sleepy voice come from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts, you had been holding the coffee pot for a while now, “you okay?” he asked, a little concern could be heard in his voice. “yes” you said with a smile on your face.
“about what?” He took two mugs out and poured the coffee, “you” you said, this took him by surprise, a smirk appeared on his face. “oh really?” he said in a teasing tone as he took a seat, “tell me more” he took a sip of his mug, never breaking eye contact with you.
“i was thinking about the time we met”, you sat next to him, handing him a plate of the cake you had given him just yesterday. “you mean the day i found you crying in the park?” he asked mockingly, “you know, approaching you was not easy”
“why not?” you were genuinely curious, “because i was, am kind of shy, don't know if you had noticed” you chuckled and hit his shoulder lightly, “but you looked sad, i still remember your big puffy eyes, you said you missed your home”
“I still do,” you said looking down, “but somethings cannot be changed”, he knew what you meant, but decided to say nothing, he just hugged you, tears started forming in your eyes, every time you talked about your mother you got very emotional, you just couldn't help it.
“y/n” he said softly, placing both of his hands on your shoulders “look at me”. You met his eyes, “i will always be here for you, i won't let you push me away again”
“I promise to never leave your side again, ever”, he hugged you again, he kissed your head, and stroked your hair in a comforting way. But even having what you always had wished for, you felt guilty, because you weren't being totally honest with him. Even if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, you weren't sure if you wanted the same.
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taegyu-blue · a day ago
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In case you didn't receive one today: this is a reminder that you are loved <3
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is he... u know... 🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨
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ㅡ TWICE & TXT blue icons ☆ txtwice
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Beomgyu: I am strong! I beat Soobin in arm wrestling!
Yeonjun: Anyone can beat Soobin in arm wrestling!!
Soobin: Hey-
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soobscribe · a day ago
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Beomgyu: I kicked a pregnant woman once...
Yeonjun: wha- Gyu! What the hell?!
Beomgyu: when I was in the womb, hyung, calm down
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Yeonjun meme pack !!
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yeonjun ✙ 2022 weverse con ‘come back home’ dance practice
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