genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute
Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.
⋆˚࿔ kang taehyun x fem! reader
a/n this chapter consists of written and texts, it switches between the two.
A Spinoff to Anti-Matchmaker !
007 | keep this a secret
𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆
The cafe was buzzing with the usual lunch crowd—students hunched over laptops, local office workers grabbing quick midday meals. Behind the counter, a girl who looked like the manager was steaming milk at the espresso machine, looking like she was about three seconds away from throwing the pitcher at the wall. As she reached up to grab a stack of lids, Kai caught the glint of a wedding band on her ring finger. Okay, scratch her off the list, he thought.
Beside her, a tall girl in a claw clip was rapidly packing some to-go orders, completely in the zone.
And then there was the girl at the register.
The moment Taehyun stepped up a bit in line, her head snapped up. Kai, who was half-listening to Taehyun complain about some assignment, caught the exact moment her posture went completely stiff.
Oh, Kai thought, his eyes widening slightly. Hold on.
She was holding a black marker, and the second she saw Taehyun, she literally fumbled it, dropping it onto the counter with a loud clack. She scrambled to grab it, her cheeks instantly flushing a bright, unmistakable pink.
Kai grinned, immediately stepping back a bit to let Taehyun take the lead, watching out of the corner of his eye.
Taehyun, completely oblivious to the silent panic attack happening three feet in front of him, stepped up to the counter. "Hey. Can I get a caramel macchiato and the kimchi fried rice, please?"
"U-uh, yeah! Of course," she stammered, her voice a little high. She tapped the screen with a trembling finger, keeping her eyes glued to the register, refusing to look Taehyun in the eye. "Is that... is that everything?"
Kai stepped up, flashing a bright, entirely too-cheerful grin. "Hi! Can I get an iced matcha latte, and the bulgogi bibimbap, please?"
Taehyun let out a quiet, suffering sigh next to him.
The girl at the register nodded quickly, her face still a solid shade of crimson. "Sure! Your total is 25,500 won."
Taehyun tapped his card against the reader, paying for both of them before Kai could even reach for his wallet.
"G-great, uhm heres the buzzer it’ll a-alarm once your order is ready," she mumbled, still staring at her screen like it held the secrets to the universe.
"Thanks," Taehyun said, offering a polite, entirely neutral nod.
As soon as they turned around to grab a table near the window, the girl let out a massive, visible sigh of relief, her shoulders dropping. She immediately grabbed a fresh cup, her marker flying across the plastic in a quick, frantic scribble before she slid it down the line to the espresso bar.
They slid into a corner table that’s next to the window, and the moment Taehyun sat down to pull out his phone, Kai's hands were already flying across his screen under the table.
𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆
The black buzzer vibrated, grabbing the attention of both Taehyun and Kai.
Taehyun looked up from his screen, sighed, and slid out of the booth before Kai could even make a move. "I’ll get it.”
The tall girl in the claw clip was placing their trays on the counter—the steaming bowls of kimchi fried rice and bulgogi bibimbap, alongside their drinks. Taehyun carefully balanced the heavy trays and made his way back, setting them down on the wooden table with a soft clatter.
"That smells so good," Kai said, immediately pulling his bowl of bibimbap closer and grabbing his chopsticks.
Taehyun slid into the booth across from him. He adjusted his tray, and only then did he finally reach for his caramel macchiato.
As his fingers wrapped around the cardboard sleeve, he paused.
Kai, who had his mouth half-full of rice, stopped chewing. There it was. A fresh scribble of black ink stood out against the transparent cup.
Taehyun just stared down at the handwritten note. His expression, usually a fortress of mild annoyance and absolute stoicism, cracked. A barely noticeable, microscopic smile twitched at the corner of Taehyun's lips before he quickly cleared his throat, wiped the expression clean, and took a sip like nothing happened.
Kai's soul practically left his body. HE SMILED. KANG TAEHYUN JUST SMILED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
The second Taehyun looked down to mix his kimchi fried rice, Kai dropped his chopsticks, grabbed his phone, and dived under the edge of the table to furiously text Seol.
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ɞ . abstract. they’re used to sharing their lives with the world, but they aren't interested in sharing you. eight times the members reminded a stranger exactly where the line was drawn.
ɞ . warnings / tags. fluff. suggestive. jealous!skz. established relationship. possessive & territorial behavior. intimidation of others. unwanted attention/harassment. encroachment on personal space. mentions of alcohol/drinking.
BANG CHAN
the studio was crowded, way more crowded than it usually was during a late-night tracking session. you were perched on the edge of the leather sofa, tucked into the corner with a drink in your hand, while the rest of the guys milled around. it was supposed to be a low-key wrap party for the new album, but some of the producers had brought friends, and the room felt small.
chan was across the room, leaning over the console with changbin and a couple of senior engineers. he looked good—focused, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a pencil tucked behind his ear—but you could tell he was keeping one eye on the door and one eye on you. he always did that. he called it being a good host, but you knew it was just his nature to keep track of his people.
"so, how long have you known the group?"
you blinked, pulling your gaze away from chan to look at the guy who had just sat down next to you. he was one of the guest track-makers, someone you’d seen a few times but never really spoken to. he was leaning in close, his arm draped over the back of the sofa, effectively carving out a little bubble for the two of you.
"oh, a long time," you said, offering a polite smile. "i’ve been friends with chan since before the debut."
"lucky guy," he chuckled, his eyes scanning your face in a way that felt a little too lingering. "i can see why he keeps you around. you’ve got a really great energy." he introduces himself, giving you some name that you can't recall. can't bother to.
he didn't pull back. if anything, he shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours. you tried to shift subtly, but the sofa was deep, and there wasn't much room to move. "thanks," you murmured, taking a sip of your drink to avoid further conversation.
"you know," he continued, lowering his voice to a tone that was definitely meant to be intimate. "we’re headed to an after-party at a club nearby in about twenty minutes. chan’s probably going to stay here and obsess over the master tracks for another five hours. you should come with us. i'd love to actually get to know you without all this noise."
he reached out then, his fingers grazing your forearm as if to emphasize the invitation.
before you could even open your mouth to decline, the atmosphere in the room shifted. you didn't even have to look up to know chan had noticed. you could feel the weight of his stare from across the room.
a second later, the heavy footsteps approached. chan didn't walk over; he converged.
"everything okay here?"
chan’s voice was low, smooth as silk but with a jagged edge underneath that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. he didn't wait for an answer. he stepped right into the narrow space between the coffee table and the couch, placing a firm, heavy hand on your shoulder. his thumb rubbed against the base of your neck in a slow, possessive rhythm.
the man pulled his hand back quickly, clearing his throat. "oh, yeah. just inviting your friend here to the after-party. you’re probably too busy to go, right?"
chan tilted his head, a small, tight smile playing on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. he looked incredibly calm, but the grip on your shoulder tightened just enough for you to feel the tension vibrating through him.
"actually," chan said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding like that deep tone he got when he was serious. "we have our own plans. and i’m never too busy for her."
he looked down at you then, his expression softening for a split second before he cut his eyes back to the other man. the look was icy—a clear, unspoken warning that said you're overstepping.
"is that right?" he stammered, looking between the two of you. "i didn't realize... i mean, i thought you guys were just..."
"we're a lot of things," chan interrupted, his voice steady. "but available isn't one of them. you should probably go find your group, man. i think they're leaving."
it wasn't a suggestion. he got the message, mulling out a quick "right, see ya" before making a beeline for the door.
the moment he was gone, the room seemed to regain its oxygen. chan didn't move his hand. he let out a long, ragged exhale, his shoulders finally dropping from their defensive hunch. he turned toward you, his eyes dark and swirling with a mix of leftover adrenaline and something that looked a lot like guilt.
"sorry," he muttered, though he didn't sound particularly sorry. "he was being... a lot."
"channie," you said softly, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. "were you jealous?" you don't bother to hide the teasing lilt in your voice.
he let out a dry, sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. he looked away for a moment, watching the door where the guy had disappeared. "was it that obvious?"
"you looked like you were about to growl," you giggle.
chan stepped closer, moving until he was standing between your knees, his presence completely enveloping you. he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his eyes searching your face with an intensity that made your heart hammer against your ribs.
"i don't like the way he was looking at you," he confessed, his voice a rough whisper. "and i definitely didn't like him touching you. i know i shouldn't be so... yeah. i know you can handle yourself."
he paused, his fingers sliding up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your lower lip.
"but the thought of someone else taking you away from here—even for an hour? i can't handle it. you're the only thing in this room that keeps me sane, okay? i'm selfish. i want you right where i can see you."
you smiled, pulling him down by his collar until your foreheads rested together. "i wasn't going anywhere, channie. i like it right here."
he hummed, a deep sound in his chest, and finally let out a real smile—the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. "good. because i’m done with work for the night. let’s get out of here before someone else tries to talk to you."
he pulled you up from the sofa, his fingers interlacing tightly with yours, refusing to let go even as he grabbed his jacket. he led you out of the studio, his body positioned slightly in front of yours, a silent shield against the rest of the world.
LEE KNOW
the dance studio was freezing, the air conditioning humming a low, mechanical tune that usually helped minho focus. but today, his focus was completely shot. he was leaning against the mirrored wall, a towel draped over his shoulders, watching you talk to one of the new backup dancers near the sound system.
minho didn't do loud jealousy. he didn't storm over or start a scene. he was more surgical than that. he just watched, his eyes narrowed, tracking every movement.
the guy—some kid who was way too confident for his first week—was laughing, leaning a little too close to you. he reached out to adjust the strap of your bag that was slipping off your shoulder, his fingers lingering on your skin a second too long.
you were just being friendly, smiling at his jokes, but minho’s jaw tightened. he felt that familiar, sharp prickle of irritation. he hated when people didn't know their boundaries, especially when those boundaries involved you.
"so, you're here every tuesday?" the dancer asked, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "maybe i could take you to that cafe downstairs after we wrap? i heard their lattes are actually decent. or, you know, we could always go anywhere else, too."
minho didn't wait for you to answer. he pushed off the wall, his sneakers squeaking sharply against the wood floor. the sound was intentional.
he didn't say a word as he walked over. he simply stepped into your space, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. it wasn't a gentle hug; it was a firm, grounding weight that made it very clear where you belonged.
the dancer jumped slightly, his eyes widening as he looked up—and up—at minho.
"she’s busy," minho said. his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, which was always when he was the most dangerous. he didn't look at the guy; he just stared at your reflection in the mirror across the room, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.
"oh, i—we were just talking about coffee," the guy stammered, his confidence evaporating under minho’s cold gaze.
"get your own coffee," minho replied, his tone clipped. "and get back to the floor. chan wants to run the bridge again in five minutes. don't be late."
it was a dismissal, plain and simple. the guy scrambled away, practically tripping over his own feet to get to the other side of the room.
the second he was gone, minho’s grip relaxed slightly, but he didn't let go. he turned you around in his arms, his expression still unreadable, though his ears were tinged with a faint, stubborn pink.
"you're scary when you do that," you whispered, reaching up to smooth the stray hairs on his forehead.
"i wasn't doing anything," he mumbled, looking away. "he was just annoying. talking too much."
"he was just asking for coffee, minnie."
minho’s eyes flicked back to yours, sharp and intense. "i don't care what he was asking for. he was touching you. i don't like it."
he let out a small, frustrated huff, his fingers digging into the fabric of your hoodie. minho wasn't big on emotional confessions, but in the quiet of the studio, with the rest of the members occupied at the far end, he let the mask slip just a fraction.
"i know i’m difficult," he said, his voice dropping so low you had to lean in to hear him. "i know i don't say the right things all the time. but you're mine. and i’m not good at sharing."
it was the closest you’d get to an 'i love you' in a moment like this—a raw, possessive honesty that felt more real than any flowery speech.
"i'm not going anywhere," you promised, leaning your head against his chest. "you know that."
"i do," he whispered, finally letting a small, smug smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. he pressed a quick, firm kiss to the top of your head before pulling away, his usual cool exterior snapping back into place. "now go sit down. you’re distracting me, and if i mess up this choreo, i’m blaming you."
he swatted your shoulder playfully, ushering you back to the bench, but as he walked back to the center of the floor, he caught the eye of the new dancer.
minho didn't say anything, but the look he gave him—cold, steady, and utterly territorial—made sure the kid didn't look your way for the rest of the afternoon.
CHANGBIN
the gym was mostly empty, the rhythmic thud of weights hitting the rubber mats the only thing breaking the silence. changbin loved this time of night—the overhead lights were dimmed, and he could actually breathe without people hovering.
he was currently finishing a set on the bench press, his muscles strained and glistening under the low light, while you sat nearby on a weight bench, scrolling through your phone and occasionally cheering him on.
everything was fine until a guy from the late-shift training staff wandered over. he was big, almost as big as changbin, and he had that swagger of someone who knew exactly how much he could lift.
"hey, mind if i hop in for a set?" the guy asked, but he wasn't looking at changbin. he was looking at you.
changbin sat up, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. he didn't miss the way the trainer’s eyes dragged over you, or the way he puffed out his chest a little more as he stepped into your peripheral vision.
"just finished," changbin said, his voice coming out a bit rougher than usual. he didn't stand up yet; he just sat there, arms resting on his knees, watching.
"cool, cool," the guy said, turning fully toward you. "i haven't seen you around here before. you a member or just lucky enough to watch the show?" he flashed a grin that was clearly meant to be charming, leaning one hand against the rack right next to your head.
you looked up, giving him a small, polite nod. "i'm just waiting for him to finish."
"well, if you ever get bored of waiting, i'm usually here around this time. i could show you a few things. you look like you've got good potential for some real strength training." he chuckled, his voice dropping into a lower register.
he didn't move his hand. he stayed leaning over you, his shadow completely covering where you sat.
changbin didn't say anything at first. he just stood up. slow. deliberate.
when changbin stood, he looked massive. the pump from his workout made him look twice his usual size, and the intensity in his dark eyes was enough to make the air in the room feel heavy. he walked over, not stopping until he was standing directly behind you, his presence looming like a mountain.
he didn't shove the guy. he didn't have to. he just reached out and placed a heavy, solid hand on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling slightly in your hair. it was a grounding, heavy touch—one that claimed every inch of the space around you.
"she’s good," changbin said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. "she’s got the best trainer in the city. she doesn't need another one."
mark’s smile faltered. he looked at changbin, then at the way changbin’s hand was draped over you, his thick arm practically acting as a barrier. the power dynamic in the room shifted instantly.
"oh, yeah, no doubt," he stammered, taking a half-step back. "just being friendly, man. no harm meant."
"right. friendly," changbin repeated, his voice dry. he didn't blink. he just stared until the guy started to look physically uncomfortable. "we're done here anyway. go ahead and take the bench. it’s all yours."
mark didn't stay to chat. he muttered something about a good workout and practically scrambled to the other side of the gym.
changbin let out a sharp, hot breath. the tension in his jaw didn't fade immediately. he looked down at you, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, his expression a mix of irritation and something softer that he tried to hide behind a scowl.
"you're all red," you teased gently, reaching up to touch his arm. "was he that bothering?"
changbin grunted, finally sitting back down next to you, though he kept his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you firmly against his side. "i don't like it. i don't like the way he was hovering. like he was waiting for me to look away for one second."
"binnie, i wasn't going to go anywhere with him."
he looked at his lap, his fingers subconsciously flexing. "i know that. i do. but..." he trailed off, his voice losing its aggressive edge and turning into something much more vulnerable. "it’s just... i work so hard to be strong, to be someone you can rely on. and then some guy walks up and acts like he can just talk to you like that? it pisses me off."
he turned his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a second, his breath hot against your skin. changbin was all bravado and muscle on the outside, but with you, he was always just a guy who was terrified of losing the one thing that made him feel soft.
"i know, i know. i'm selfish," he mumbles against your skin. "i want everyone to know that you're with me. i want them to see me and realize they don't even have a chance. is that bad?"
"it's not bad," you whispered, leaning your head against his. "it's just you. it's also, like... really hot."
he pulled back, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through the scowl. he leaned in, pressing a hard, lingering kiss to your temple before standing up and pulling you with him.
"come on," he said, his voice back to its usual confident tone, though he didn't let go of your hand. "let’s go get food. if i stay here any longer, i'm going to end up staring that guy down until he quits his job."
he led you out of the gym, his chest puffed out just a little bit more than usual, his grip on your hand tight and unshakable. he walked you to the car, and even as he opened the door for you, he shot one last look back at the gym windows—just to make sure the message had been received.
HYUNJIN
the gallery was hushed, the kind of quiet that made you feel like you had to whisper even if you weren't saying anything important. the walls were covered in abstract pieces that looked like explosions of color, and you were currently squinting at one particularly confusing canvas. you couldn't tell if it was supposed to be a sunset over the ocean or just a very vibrant bowl of fruit.
hyunjin had wandered off a moment ago to look at a charcoal sketch in the far corner, leaving you to your own devices. usually, he walked right beside you, his hand resting in the small of your back, murmuring his own interpretations into your ear. those were your favorite moments—hearing him talk about brushstrokes and color theory in that soft, passionate way of his. it was the best way to spend a date.
"it’s the duality of existence, don't you think?"
you blinked, snapping out of your thoughts as a random guy stepped into your space. he was dressed in a turtleneck that looked way too tight and was holding a brochure like it was a holy text. he didn't wait for you to respond before he kept going, leaning in closer than necessary.
"the artist is clearly grappling with the fleeting nature of light," he said, gesturing vaguely at the red splotch you thought might be a cherry. "most people just see the surface, but i bet you have an eye for this sort of depth. i can tell by the way you’re looking at it. you have that... artistic soul."
you bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately not to laugh. you didn't have an artistic soul; you were just wondering if the painter had been hungry when they made this. "oh, i'm not sure," you murmured, stepping back an inch. "i was just—"
"no, don't be modest," he interrupted, flashing a practiced, flirty grin. "i could spend the whole afternoon explaining the subtext of this wing to you. a girl like you shouldn't be wandering around such complex work without a guide."
he reached out, his hand hovering near your waist as if he were going to guide you toward the next painting.
"she already has a guide."
the voice was cool, smooth, and laced with a sharp underlying tension. you didn't even have to turn around to know hyunjin was back.
hyunjin didn't look at the guy at first. he kept his eyes on the painting, but his hand found yours instantly, his long fingers sliding between yours and squeezing tight. he didn't just hold your hand; he anchored you to him.
"actually," hyunjin said, finally turning his head to look at the man. his gaze was icy, his dark eyes narrowed in a way that made him look incredibly intimidating despite his beautiful features. "it’s not about the duality of existence. it’s a study on chaos. and she doesn't need you to explain depth to her."
the guy blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in atmosphere. "i was just offering some insight—"
"your insight is unsolicited," hyunjin cut him off, his voice dropping to that low, velvety tone he used when he was genuinely annoyed. he stepped closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours, effectively erasing any gap the other man could have filled. "and your subtext is wrong. maybe read the artist's statement before you try to impress someone else’s girlfriend."
it was a total shut-down. the guy’s face turned a mottled red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish before he muttered something about "just being nice" and scurried off toward the sculpture garden.
hyunjin didn't watch him go. he turned to you immediately, his expression shifting from cold to pouting in a split second. he let out a dramatic sigh, dropping his forehead against your shoulder.
"i leave you alone for two minutes," he complained, his voice muffled. "two minutes, and someone is already trying to guide you."
"he was just being annoying, jinnie," you laughed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "i was fine."
"he was touching your space," hyunjin muttered, pulling back to look at you. his eyes were still a little stormy, his jaw set in a stubborn line. he reached out, adjusting your scarf even though it was perfectly fine, just so he could have an excuse to touch you. "i don't like it. i don't like the way he was looking at you like you were part of the exhibit.”
he wrapped both arms around your waist then, pulling you flush against him right there in the middle of the gallery. hyunjin was always a bit dramatic, a bit more sensitive to the energy around him, and when he felt someone overstepping with you, he became incredibly territorial.
"you’re mine to explain paintings to," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "i’m the only one who gets to see your 'artistic soul,' okay?"
you smiled, leaning back into his embrace. "okay. so, what is this one actually about then, mr. expert?"
hyunjin looked at the painting again—the one you thought was fruit. he went quiet for a second, his head tilting as he studied it. "honestly?" he whispered. "i think it’s a bowl of fruit. but i’m going to keep pretending it’s deep so we look more sophisticated than that guy."
you burst out laughing, and he joined you, his jealous mood finally melting away into that bright, beautiful smile you loved. he didn't let go of your hand for the rest of the day, leading you through the halls with his fingers locked firmly in yours, making sure everyone knew exactly who you were with.
HAN
the arcade was a chaotic mess of neon lights and overlapping synth music, exactly the kind of place jisung loved. you were currently focused on a racing game, your hands tight on the plastic steering wheel as you tried to beat the high score. jisung had gone to the counter to trade in a stack of tickets for some candy, leaving you alone at the machines for just a few minutes.
you were doing pretty well until a guy leaned against the side of your console. he was wearing a leather jacket and had a smirk that suggested he thought he was the best thing in the room.
"you’re taking that turn all wrong," he said, loud enough to be heard over the game’s sound effects. "you gotta drift earlier if you want the boost."
you didn't look up, eyes glued to the screen. "i'm doing fine, thanks."
"i'm just saying. i've got the top score on this cabinet," he continued, completely ignoring your brush-off. he shifted closer, his arm brushing against yours as he pointed at the screen. "here, let me show you. move over a bit and i'll handle the pedals for you."
the suggestion was weird and way too personal. you felt a surge of annoyance, but before you could tell him to get lost, a familiar presence appeared on your other side.
jisung didn't say anything at first. he just leaned in, dropping a heavy bag of sour candy onto the dash of the machine, right between you and the stranger. he didn't look like his usual hyper, joking self. his shoulders were tense, and his eyes were fixed on the guy with a look that was uncharacteristically sharp.
"she doesn't need help," jisung said. his voice wasn't loud, but it had a sudden, firm authority to it.
the guy blinked, looking jisung up and down. "just giving some tips, man. don't get worked up."
jisung stepped into the gap, effectively pushing the guy back by a few inches just by claiming the space. he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side so tightly that you had to let go of the wheel.
"she's winning," jisung noted, his voice dropping into that lower, slightly raspier tone he got when he was feeling protective. "and she’s winning without you hovering over her. so unless you’re planning on playing the machine next door, find somewhere else to hang out."
the guy looked like he wanted to argue, but the sheer, focused energy coming off jisung was enough to make him think twice. jisung wasn't the biggest guy in the room, but when he was set on protecting something, he had a way of making the air around him feel electric.
"whatever," the guy muttered, pushing off the machine and disappearing into the crowd near the air hockey tables.
the second he was out of sight, jisung’s posture deflated. he let out a long, shaky breath, burying his face in your shoulder for a second. he was still holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him upright.
"hanji? you okay?" you asked, leaning your head against his.
"i hate idiots like him," he whispered, his voice muffled by your jacket. "idiots that act like they can just walk up and touch you. my heart started doing that weird thing where it feels like it’s vibrating."
you turned in his arms, seeing the faint flush on his cheeks. jisung dealt with a lot of anxiety, but when it came to you, his protective instincts usually managed to override his nerves—even if he felt the crash immediately afterward.
"you handled it perfectly," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "you were very cool."
jisung let out a small, embarrassed laugh, his eyes finally meeting yours. "i didn't feel cool. i felt like i was going to vibrate out of my skin. but then i saw him leaning on you and i just... i couldn't stay over at the counter. i don't like people in your bubble. that’s my bubble."
he pouted slightly, his thumb tracing the hem of your shirt. "i'm not good at the whole tough guy thing, but i really don't want anyone else thinking they can take my spot. is that too much?"
"no," you smiled, pulling him into a hug. "it's not too much."
jisung squeezed you back, his chin resting on your head. he stayed like that for a long moment, letting the noise of the arcade ground him again.
"okay," he said, pulling back with a sudden, forced burst of his usual energy, though he didn't let go of your hand. "now, move over. i'm going to beat your score and then i'm going to buy you a stuffed quokka with the rest of these tickets so everyone knows you’re taken by the best gamer in this building."
"i don't know if they'll have quokkas," you giggle.
"a squirrel, then!"
he spent the rest of the night glued to your side, his hand either in yours or resting on the small of your back, making sure that anyone who even looked in your direction knew exactly who you were with.
FELIX
the beach was beautiful, the salt air thick and warm as the sun began its slow dip toward the horizon. you were lounging on a wide striped towel, the sand still warm beneath you, while the sound of the waves provided a steady, rhythmic soundtrack. felix had been sitting with you for hours, his laughter ringing out every time a seagull got too close to your snacks, but he’d headed up to the boardwalk restrooms a few minutes ago.
you were closing your eyes, soaking in the last bit of the afternoon heat, when you felt the sand shift beside you.
"hey there. you look a little lonely for such a nice day."
you didn't notice the guy walking toward you until the sun was blocked out, casting a long shadow over your face. you squinted up, expecting to see felix, but it was someone else—a guy in board shorts with a surfboard tucked under his arm. he sat right down on the edge of your towel, kicking a bit of sand onto your book in the process.
"i'm fine, thanks," you said, sitting up and pulling your knees to your chest to create some distance. "my boyfriend just went to grab something."
the guy laughed, a slow, easy sound that felt entirely too confident. "boyfriend, huh? well, he's a lucky guy to leave someone like you alone on my beach. i’m a local—lived here my whole life. i know all the hidden spots, the ones the tourists don't know about. if you ever want a real tour of the coast, i could show you around."
he leaned back on his elbows, encroaching further into your space. his name rolls off his tongue, smooth and confident. too confident. "and... you are?"
"not interested," you replied, your voice firm, but he didn't seem to take the hint. he just grinned, looking you up and down in a way that made you feel exposed.
"come on, don't be like that. just a friendly offer from a local."
"she said she isn't interested."
the voice didn't sound like the felix most people knew. it wasn't the bright, bubbly tone you normally heard from him. it was deep—unnervingly deep—and it carried the weight of the ocean behind it.
felix was standing a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the setting sun. he was wearing an open linen shirt and shorts, his blonde hair tousled by the wind, but his expression was anything but breezy. he looked down at the surfer with a cold, steady gaze that made the guy’s smile falter instantly.
felix didn't wait for a response. he walked over and stepped directly between you and the stranger, effectively shielding you with his body. he sat down right in the middle of the towel, his back to the guy, and pulled you into his lap. his arms wrapped around you, his chin hooking over your shoulder as he locked eyes with the surfer.
"you’re sitting on our towel," felix said. his voice was a low vibration against your back, the kind of sub-bass that you felt in your bones. "and you’re bothering her."
the surfer cleared his throat, suddenly looking much smaller than he had a moment ago. "man, i was just talking. no need to get aggressive."
"i'm not being aggressive," felix countered, his tone clipped and icy. "i’m telling you to leave. now. take your board and get out of here."
the guy scrambled up, grabbing his board and muttering something about "crazy tourists" before jogging off toward the water.
the second he was gone, the tension in felix’s frame snapped. he let out a jagged breath, his grip on you tightening. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose cold against your skin. he didn't move for a long time, just held you there while the waves crashed in the distance.
"lixie? you okay?" you whispered, reaching back to stroke his hair.
"no," he murmured, his voice muffled. "i wasn't even gone for that long. what a dipshit. can't even take no for an answer."
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. the usual spark was replaced by a raw, protective vulnerability. felix was usually the sweetest person you knew, but he had a territorial streak that came out whenever he felt like your safety or comfort was being threatened.
"i don't like being that guy," he admitted, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "the one who gets all possessive and weird. but when i see someone looking at you like that... like you're just something for them to win... it makes me feel like i’m losing my mind."
he sighed, his forehead dropping against yours. "i want to be the sunshine for you, always. but i’ll be the storm too, if i have to. i just want you to be safe."
you smiled, pulling his face closer to yours. "i’m always safe with you, baby. you don't have to worry. besides, it's very sexy."
his expression finally softened, a tiny, shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your nose before leaning back, though he kept you tucked firmly under his arm.
"good," he whispered. "because i’m not leaving your side for the rest of the night. we’re staying right here until the sun is completely gone."
he spent the rest of the evening exactly like that—glued to you, his hand never leaving yours, watching the horizon with a quiet, steady gaze that made it very clear to anyone passing by exactly who you belonged to.
SEUNGMIN
the bookstore was quiet, smelling of old paper and vanilla coffee. it was the kind of place where seungmin could spend hours, his eyes scanning spines with a focused intensity that you always found endearing. he’d spotted a specific edition of a poetry book he’d been hunting for and had disappeared into the back corner of the store, leaving you in the "new releases" section.
you were standing there, tilting your head at a row of thrillers, not exactly sure what you were looking for. you picked one up, reading the jacket blurb, when a guy stepped up beside you.
"that one’s a bit overhyped, honestly."
you looked over to see a guy who looked like he spent a lot of time in libraries—thick glasses, a slightly pretentious hoodie, and an air of confidence that felt a bit forced. he was leaning against the bookshelf, blocking your view of the next row.
"the pacing is all off in the second act," he continued, not waiting for you to ask. "if you want something with actual literary merit, you should be looking at the historical fiction section. i could walk you over there and give you some recommendations. a lot of people struggle with picking the right novel."
you gave a small, awkward laugh. "oh, i’m sure it’s fine. i just liked the cover."
"style over substance," he sighed, shaking his head with a condescending smile. "typical. look, i’ve got a pretty curated list of must-reads. if you give me your number, i can send you a few titles that are actually worth your time."
he leaned in a little closer, his hand reaching out as if to take the book from your hand to put it back on the shelf.
"she’s keeping that one."
seungmin’s voice was like a cold splash of water. it was sharp, precise, and completely devoid of his usual playful teasing. he appeared at your side, not with a flourish, but with a steady, quiet presence that immediately shifted the air in the aisle.
he didn't look at the guy at first. instead, he tucked the poetry book he’d found under his arm and reached out, taking the thriller from your hand and looking at the cover.
"it has a 4.2 rating on most platforms, and the prose is noted for being accessible yet punchy," seungmin said, his tone incredibly dry as he looked at the stranger. "but i’m sure your... curated list is much more impressive."
the guy blinked, his face flushing. "i was just offering some help. she seemed a bit lost."
"she isn't lost," seungmin replied. he didn't raise his voice, but there was a biting edge to it—the seungmin that the members were always wary of. he stepped into the space between you and the guy, his shoulder subtly pushing the stranger back an inch. "and if she wants a recommendation, she’ll ask someone who actually knows her taste. which isn't you."
the guy opened his mouth to say something, but seungmin just raised an eyebrow, his gaze steady and unimpressed. he looked like he was ready to dismantle the guy’s entire personality with a single sentence. the stranger clearly decided it wasn't worth the effort, turning and disappearing into the biography section.
the second he was gone, seungmin let out a quiet scoff. he didn't move away, though. he stayed right in your space, his hand sliding down to grip your wrist gently, his thumb rubbing against your pulse point.
"you were going to let him talk for ten more minutes, weren't you?" he asked, looking down at you. his ears were red, a tell-tale sign that he was much more bothered than he was letting on.
"i was just trying to be polite, min."
"you're too polite," he mumbled, his grip on your wrist tightening just a fraction before he pulled you closer to his side. "he was being a condescending prick. and he was trying to get your number right in front of me. well, almost in front of me."
seungmin let out a frustrated sigh, looking back at the shelf. he wasn't usually the type to make a scene, but when it came to you, his patience for other people was non-existent. he was territorial in a very intellectual, sharp way—he didn't like anyone acting like they knew you better than he did.
"i'm the only one who gets to recommend books to you," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more private murmur. "because i’m the only one who knows you hate sad endings and that you always skip the middle of long descriptions. i don't need some guy in a scarf trying to fuckin' curate your life."
you smiled, leaning your head against his arm. "are you jealous, kim seungmin?"
"i'm observant," he corrected, though he couldn't hide the small, smug smile that touched his lips when you didn't pull away. "and i don't like people hovering. especially when they’re wrong about the pacing of that thriller. it’s actually very well-regarded."
he led you toward the checkout counter, his hand sliding down to lock fingers with yours. he didn't let go, even when he had to pay, making sure he was positioned between you and the rest of the store. as you walked out, he tucked the bag under his arm and pulled you closer.
"next time," he said, "just tell them you’re with a very mean singer who has no problem being rude in a quiet shop."
"i think they got the message," you teased.
"good," he whispered, pressing a quick, firm kiss to your temple. "they were supposed to."
I.N.
the night market was a blur of neon signs, the smell of spicy rice cakes, and the constant roar of a thousand different conversations. it was loud, crowded, and exactly the kind of place where you could lose someone in seconds.
jeongin had been holding your hand tightly the whole time, but he’d let go for just a moment to elbow his way through a crowd at a street food stall to grab the skewers you’d been eyeing.
you were waiting by a brightly lit claw machine, watching the mechanical arm fail to grab a plush bread roll, when a guy drifted over. he looked like he’d had a few drinks—not enough to be stumbling, but enough to be loud and way too confident.
"man, these things are a scam," he said, leaning his shoulder against the glass of the machine, effectively blocking your view. "you’re never gonna catch that. but hey, if you want something to take home, i’m right here."
you didn't even look at him, keeping your eyes on the joystick. "i'm just waiting for someone."
"he must be a slow guy to leave a girl like you standing in the middle of a crowd," he laughed, reaching out to tap the glass right in front of your face. he was hovering in your personal space, his shadow cutting off the light from the machine. "come on, let me buy you a drink instead of wasting your money on a toy. i know a spot just around the corner that’s way better than this mess."
you started to step away, but the crowd was thick behind you, trapping you between the machine and the stranger. "i said i'm waiting for someone. please move."
"don't be like that," he said, his hand moving as if to reach for your shoulder. "i'm just being—"
"she asked you to move."
jeongin appeared out of the crowd like he’d been launched from a cannon. he didn't look like the baby bread the fans joked about; he looked sharp, his feline eyes narrowed and his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. he stepped directly between you and the man, his shoulder knocking the guy back a couple of inches.
he didn't say it loudly, and he didn't make a scene, but the sheer coldness in jeongin’s voice was enough to make the air around you feel brittle. he stood his ground, his height and the sudden, intense presence he carried making him look much older than he was.
"hey, man, back off. we were just talking," the guy snapped, trying to regain his footing.
jeongin didn't flinch. he didn't even blink. he just reached back and grabbed your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours with a grip that was borderline bruising. "you were bothering her. she told you to move, and you didn't. so i'm telling you now. get lost before this becomes a bigger problem for you."
the man looked at jeongin—really looked at him—and saw the silent, icy resolve in his gaze. jeongin had a way of looking through people when he was angry, a sharp, piercing stare that made it clear he wasn't playing. the guy muttered a curse under his breath and disappeared back into the sea of people.
the second he was gone, jeongin turned to you. the "scary" version of him evaporated instantly, replaced by a look of pure, frantic worry. he dropped the skewers onto the ledge of the machine and took your face in both of his hands, his thumbs frantically brushing over your cheeks.
"are you okay? did he touch you? i was only gone for a minute, i shouldn't have let go of your hand," he rambled, his voice high and breathless. the adrenaline was still surging through him, making his hands shake just a little.
"innie, i'm all good. you got here before he could even do anything," you said, trying to calm him down.
jeongin let out a long, shaky exhale, leaning his forehead against yours. he closed his eyes, his hands sliding down to rest heavily on your shoulders. "this is crazy," he whispered. "some drunk bastard thinks that he can... that's crazy."
he pulled you into a crushing hug, burying his face in your neck. jeongin was usually the one being pampered by the older members, but when it came to you, he had this fierce, almost desperate need to be the protector. he hated being seen as "young" or "harmless" when it mattered most.
his grip tightening, he mutters against your skin; "i don't want anyone to look at us and think they can just take you away because i’m not enough to keep them back. you’re mine. i need them to know that."
he pulled back, his ears bright red but his eyes steady. he reached down, grabbed the food, and then locked his fingers with yours again—this time, he didn't just hold your hand; he held it like his life depended on it.
"we’re going home," he said firmly, though a shy, dimpled smile finally managed to peek through his serious expression. "and next time, if you want skewers, we’re going together. i’m not letting go of you for the rest of the night."
he led you out of the market, navigating the crowd with a new, confident stride, his shoulder always positioned to block you from anyone else’s view.
genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute
Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.
⋆˚࿔ kang taehyun x fem! reader
a/n teehee nvm I got a small window of free time and I was able to format this chapter, enjoy!
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genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute
Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.
⋆˚࿔ kang taehyun x fem! reader
a/n this is the last scheduled update for p.s. be mine, expect the next update around next week cause I haven't gotten to format them in social media (sorry sorry) >.<
genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute
Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.
"Your attraction to Kai's new friend is undeniable— however, dancing around said attraction gets old quick; looks like you'll have to see what it takes to get this push and pull over with."
taehyun x fem!reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, barely any plot
Word Count: 19k
warnings: dom!th, sub!mc, use of weed, high sex, lots of smoking!! consent is not explicitly stated at times but trust me. they want each other. body worship, slight brat taming, shotgunning, oral (m. rec, f. rec) deep throating, handjob, lots of making out, dry humping, manhandling, tyun carries the reader once, hair pulling, spitting, pussy slapping, biting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, taehyun is an EATER okay he puts that girl through it, squirting, pet names (angel, baby, etc), bulge kink, choking, lots of praise and degrading, creampie
notes: NEVER take the solomon pill this shit gets SERIOUS
When Kai sent you a message asking if you were busy tonight, you earnestly responded that you weren't. When he asked if you wanted to come over to smoke and hang out with a few others, you hesitated— because it was a Thursday night, and he was definitely aware of your nine-am class and the way weed made you feel drowsy the day after. But when he sent you a photo of him pouting and a table full of snacks behind him, you promptly changed your mind.
You're so glad you did— you'd definitely beat yourself up forever if you knew what you were about to miss out on.
Tanned skin, broad shoulders and a criminally narrow waist that flashes beneath the flannel he wears over his tank top— all complimented by a face sculpted by the gods with clear love and care; a plump bottom lip that juts into a pout, tall nose and large eyes that scanned the room curiously— you first made eye contact after Kai let you in, your gaze instantly attracted to the makeshift halo given to him by the lamp he sat in front, his long black hair falling into his eyes. While you instantly looked away, intimidated by how attractive he was, you felt his gaze linger on you for a bit longer.
You let Kai take your hand and drag you to the couch across from this beautiful stranger; some random animated adult comedy show droned on in the background, the only light left after the lamp gets turned off, a few others already taking up space on the couches; you squeezed into the corner while Kai sat to your left, Soobin and Beomgyu taking up the rest of the space— they were nice and fun to talk to, but you only knew them through Kai; you learned it was more entertaining to watch them try to argue whilst high out of their minds.
Across from you, Kazuha and Yunjin wave at you— you were mutual friends through Kai, getting to know them through your econ class after you were paired together for a project; they introduce you to the friends they invited, Chaeryoung and Ryujin. Yeonjun has forfeited a seat on the couch in favor of sitting on the floor, hunched over the coffee table as he rolls up— when you greet him, he gives you a toothy grin, nodding behind him as he introduces you to his invited guest—
"Taehyun." Oh god, you have to try your best not to react too much as he greets you— a polite smile is all you can muster, because you fear anything more than that would give away the effect his mere voice already has on you. It's smooth and deep, with an unexpected gentleness in his tone despite the cool and standoffish front he has going on. You all fall silent, some paying attention to the television while you opt to watch Yeonjun finish rolling up the joint.
He works fast, his fingers nimble and clearly experienced; as much as you like to tease that his skill is concerning, you never turn down a smoke session when it's Yeonjun that's rolling up— you'd like to think that the extra care he puts in his joints add a little extra something that makes your high better. Not that you'd ever tell him that.
You're snapped out of your trance at the sound of Yeonjun calling your name; blinking owlishly, you find him holding out the finished joint and a lighter out to you, eyes tinted with an amused glint.
"Wanna start it off?" he asks— you suddenly feel everyone's eyes fall on you. "You look like you're dying for a hit."
"Am not," you scoff, yet take up the offer anyway; this earns a chuckle from Taehyun, who you can't help but become attuned to instantly. Placing the joint between your lips, you pray that you don't fumble lighting it up and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.
Then again, it's hard to when you have Yeonjun's work in your hands— you quietly marvel at how quickly the joint lights up, taking a slow drag and watching the tip burn in response. You turn your head to the side to blow out the smoke before passing it over to Kai, settling back on the couch and turning your attention on the show that plays in the background.
As the joint makes its way back to you, a quiet conversation adds to the white noise; you talk about the semester and the finals that approach, listening to Yunjin rant animatedly about her cumulative calculus exam that's driving her up the wall, nodding along in sympathy. Beside you, Kai starts to complain about his job— hyping himself up by saying the same as always: "I'm gonna quit once this semester ends, I swear." The effects of the weed already seem to kick in as you can only muster a slightly slurred remark that he's a hypocrite that's been repeating the same thing for the past two years— when you stumble over your sentence one time too many, the group begins to laugh and you quietly scold yourself to shut the hell up.
It's been a while since you last smoked; you're definitely sure it's showing too, as you proceed to melt into the couch more while the others continue the conversation like nothing— at some point, the others start skipping you when passing the joint around.
Beomgyu and Soobin have started arguing again, something about League and their current rankings. While they have the world's most incomprehensible screaming match, Yunjin drags the girls up and to the kitchen, rambling off about how hungry she is— she turns to you to ask if you'd like to tag along, but when your bleary eyes meet hers and you give her a sluggish shake of your head, she leaves without a fight. Yeonjun trails after them at the reminder of food; beside you, Kai watches his friends fight with a small smile, taking a slow hit from the joint and leaning on your shoulder with a sigh. The two of you curl into each other, and while Kai laughs at the jabs the two throw at each other, you're left unsure of whether they're even speaking a language you know.
A chill runs through your body, and you instinctively turn to the couch across from you— your eyes meet with Taehyun's for the umpteenth time today, but in your high induced daze, you don't feel a panicked urge to look away. Instead, you allow yourself to hold his stare, tilting your head as your eyes begin to wander.
He's shed his flannel; he's left in nothing but a white tank, showing off his arms that are so defined with muscle you're able to pick it up under the low light of the TV. It's unbearable, having such perfect eye-candy on display— even more so when he places his hands behind his head and stretches back, his short tank riding up and exposing his stomach— rather, his fucking abs. You didn't think it was possible to find someone with actual defined abs in real life; Yeonjun always complains to you about how hard they are to maintain.
You're suddenly aware of how dry your mouth is, and you can't control the way you gulp as an attempt to relive the tension. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, his back arching as he continues to stretch— a low groan escapes his lips, and before you can look away and feign nonchalance, he's melting back down into the couch and meeting your eyes again.
Your face feels like it's on fire, your eyes widening a fraction as you look away— but not before catching the way his lips quirked up in amusement.
"I don't give a fuck that you were at master tier— you're at emerald now and I'm at diamond. So I'm obviously better."
"When have you ever reached master?!" Soobin's yell cuts off your flustered line of thoughts, jumping closer to Kai from the shock his sudden increase in volume gave you. Kai merely laughs at you, grabbing your thighs to bring your legs up to rest on his lap; he absentmindedly rubs your thigh while watching the two continue to debate on who's better.
"And who had to carry you during last night's match?!" Beomgyu yells back; the two are heated, sitting up and trying to loom over each other, but they keep trying to one-up each other that you think they'll stand up any moment. "How many kills did you get again?!"
"Hey, did you want any more?" Kai is holding out the joint to you, leaning in so you can hear him over the screaming match happening next to you. You think about it for a minute— you still feel light and dreamy, but there's the unmistakable feeling of the fog clearing in your mind, able to keep a better grasp on your surroundings than before— and decide it's too early to let the feeling fade, nodding softly and going to reach for the joint.
Instead, Kai beats you to it. He's bringing the joint to your lips, smiling when you raise a brow in surprise but accept the gesture anyway; you follow his instructions to take a long hit, and when he finally pulls the joint away, you've filled your lungs with so much smoke that you end up having a small coughing fit.
"Shit, my bad— that was probably a little too much," he pushes your legs off his lap and hands you the joint, giving you a pat on your back before standing, "I'll go get you some water."
You're left trying to calm down your coughing fit with the smoking joint in your hand, Soobin and Beomgyu now speaking so fast you feel like you're going crazy— there isn't a single word you're able to pick up on, and all you can do is stare at the rug beneath your feet as the weed begins to course through your system once more.
The joint feels warm between your fingers, and you're suddenly itching to get rid of it; glancing to your left, you immediately rule out Soobin and Beomgyu who have now begun to point aggressively at each other. The only other person you can hand this to is sitting across from you, and already staring when you look at him. Taehyun sends you a small smile, reaching his hand out in a silent plea. He's too far from you, so you're resigned to stand on shaky legs and walk over to hand him the joint.
Maybe you should've paid a bit more attention to your surroundings— because then you would've been able to catch Yeonjun's bag on the floor next to the coffee table, your foot catching on it and sending you stumbling forward; you crash into the couch unceremoniously, able to turn your body at the last second to ensure you didn't crush the joint nor burn either you or Taehyun with it— instead, you almost fall on him, saved instead by his hands that shoot forward to steady you. Your head spins from the sudden movement, panting as your heart tries to calm down from the scare.
"Fuck, that's so embarrassing," you whine, covering your face with a hand in shame— Soobin and Beomgyu's argument is briefly cut off in favor of laughing at you, retreating to their own world in surrender after you send them a glare. You hear a low chuckle next to you, and your heart begins to panic once more as you remember who it is you almost fell on top of.
"I'm so sorry," you say through the gaps of your fingers— you don't have the guts to look at him, holding the joint out to his general direction instead. When he takes it, his fingers brush over yours; they're warm and a bit calloused, and you try to ignore the electricity that shoots through your fingertips into the rest of your body.
"No need to apologize," Taehyun says, "you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," you say, trying to adjust yourself on the couch— you really don't think you can get back up, especially now that you're high again— you shift away from him, just so you don't have to feel like you're going to shut down every time your thighs press against each other, and frown, feeling a sudden tension in your right hand.
Taehyun takes another hit, and you try to watch from the corner of your eye—his plump lips that wrap around the joint, his brows that knit together while he inhales, looking away from you so he can exhale; you catch him doing a ghost, and you swear you've never seen anyone look so hot while smoking. You're quick to look away so he won't catch you ogling this time.
You're back to watching the TV absentmindedly, the tension in your hand coming back as you shift— frowning, you begin to massage your hand, flinching when your fingers push into the knuckle of your thumb; a stinging sensation shoots through you, and you can't hold back the sharp hiss you let out as you experimentally push in again. Taehyun's head snaps over, watching quietly as you continue to massage your thumb, fingers careful and hesitant as you press into the muscle.
Your eyes that were glued to the hands on your lap widen as Taehyun reaches for your sore hand, bringing it up to his face to examine it; your mouth feels dry as you observe the concern etched into his frown, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and turning your hand over in his— his lips clamp down on the joint so he can examine you with his other hand, leaning toward you as he does.
Slowly, his fingers smooth over your skin, fingertips stopping at the knuckle you were tending to earlier. His thumb and pointer fingers move to squeeze your joint experimentally, his eyes flickering up to your face when you grimace and your hand twitches in his hold.
"How bad does it hurt?" he murmurs, his face so close to yours it feels like you've been sucked into a whole different dimension. You can smell the weed that lingers with the joint, the flame beginning to die out, and the clean, calming scent of his cologne— serene and endless, like a cabin in the woods surrounded by the smell of cedar and nature. It's fresh, clean— his face is a mere inches away from yours, and when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, you feel as though you've been kicked in the gut and forced to answer.
"Not— not too bad, I'm sure it's nothing serious," he raises a brow, digging his fingers into your muscle once more— when you let out a choked yelp, the corners of his lips tick up. You let out a shaky breath as you try to be brave and hold his stare. "I think I just landed on it wrong."
"You're sure?" his eyes sparkle with an undeniable mischief, watching with a glint in his eyes as you immediately nod— he presses into your thumb again, just to watch you jolt and try to rip your hand from his; he tightens his hold on you before you can. "Still sure?"
"Okay, maybe it's a little sore," your courage has been snuffed out, your eyes falling to your lap dejectedly. Taehyun chuckles, plucking the joint from his lips before putting it down on the ash tray on the coffee table— his hand has yet to let yours go.
"Thought so," he murmurs; bringing your hand close, he caresses the sore spot slowly. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so rough with you."
Your mind goes blank— his fingers linger on your skin for a second, his eyes fluttering to look up at you once more. He's gently placing your hand back on your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze before he lets go. You're not sure what prompts you into saying the things you do, but the words tumble from your lips anyway.
"No, it's fine. I don't mind."
Beside you, Taehyun stiffens; he does nothing more than nod, letting out a thoughtful hum and leaning back into the couch. The air between you two feels undeniably charged, and you think you might blurt out something stupid again if this tension persists. Instead, you're saved by Kai who finally emerges from the kitchen— you send him a glare for taking so long, and he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, Yeonjun was telling us about his situationship again," he sits next to you, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to you, "I got distracted."
"You're lucky I love you," you murmur, gulping down water— Kai leans in, dropping his voice and whispering in your ear.
"Why'd you switch seats?"
You don't like the tone in his voice— teasing, as though you had ulterior motives. You narrow your eyes at him when you find a coy smile playing at his lips.
"I was passing the joint to him."
"And you just had to stay here?"
"Shut up," you raise your voice, smacking his shoulder to get him away from you— while Kai just laughs, you see Taehyun glance over at you from your peripheral. "Whatever you're thinking, stop."
"Yes ma'am," Kai gathers your legs in his lap again, pulling you closer instinctively, "Taehyun, could you pass the joint over here?"
"Sure," he leans forward, picking up the joint before frowning— he gives a testing tug, and when nothing comes out, he shakes his head. "It went out. Where's the lighter?"
"Oh— I have it," you're patting your pockets in search of it, finally fishing it out with a triumphant cheer— you're about to hand it over to Taehyun, but instead of taking it, he leans into you, the joint hanging between his lips.
Your eyes flicker up to meet his— his eyes are dark, and he's raising a brow at you as though your hesitation were odd— he nods his chin toward you, and you're bringing up the lighter, having to flick it a few times before the flame finally emerges. While his gaze is glued to the tip of the joint, you take this moment to get a closer look at him; his black hair that's lit up under the soft flame, stray hairs falling over his round eyes with thick lashes that flutter softly, his smooth skin and slim face, you take it all in like it's the last time you'll ever see him again; when he finally pulls away, you're quick to do the same, afraid to get caught staring for the millionth time tonight.
You face forward, trying to pretend that the moment that passed wasn't enough to startle your heart— when you look up, you're mortified to find Soobin and Beomgyu staring at you with wide, sleazy smiles. When you frown, their grins only widen— you shake your head softly when you see Beomgyu ready to speak, and to your surprise, he actually shuts his mouth with a coy chuckle; you think there might've been genuine fear flashing in your eyes with the way he obliged so easily.
From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyun taking another hit before passing it off to you; you don't hesitate to take it this time, more than ready to ease tonight's tension a bit, taking a long hit before passing it off to Kai— you and Taehyun don't interact much for the rest of the night, and while your heart is thankful for it, your brain quietly itches for a little more; a glance, a conversation, something— but Taehyun falls quiet without Yeonjun by his side, and the said man spends the rest of the night in the kitchen ranting to the girls about his recent heartache.
It isn't until everyone is leaving that you run into him again, standing idly in the kitchen and picking at the snacks that were left behind; it's two AM and you've cashed in your best friend privileges to sleep over at Kai's while everyone is saying their goodbyes after finally sobering up. Yeonjun is glued to your side, sneaking in a last few pieces from the candy bowl while you make him promise to catch you up on everything he was spilling to the rest of the girls.
"It's not my fault, you're the one that chose to stay on the couch the whole time."
"Well, you should've tried to come get me again!"
"Why would I do that?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a coy grin, "when you and Taehyunie were getting along so well?"
"Whatever," you shove him off you with a scoff, but he only lets out an obnoxious laugh, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek before bidding you goodbye and running out the kitchen. Taehyun wanders in a few minutes later.
It's ridiculous, really— your heart begins to race the moment you make eye-contact with him, and you're turning to face the counter as a result, picking aimlessly at snacks and candy bowls in a weak attempt to seem busy. You think your heart might stop when you feel him looming over you, his shadow encasing yours as he softly clears his throat; you have to brace yourself before you finally turn around.
"Hey," his voice is deep and a bit raspy, and you get a whiff of mint as he speaks— sure enough, he's chewing on gum, and you realize with a pathetic skip of your heart that he has dimples, one so deep and etched into the side of his right cheek. "Do you have Yeonjun's lighter?"
Oh. That bastard.
"Oh! I do, yeah," you give a weak laugh, an attempt to ease your overactive nerves; sure enough, Yeonjun's lighter is still in your pocket, and you're fishing out the Zippo decorated with stickers and handing it out to him.
"Thanks," he shoves it in his front pocket, and you nod. He takes a step back, and lingers for a moment. "It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah," your response is a tad too swift and eager, and though it makes your skin crawl, the smile he gives you evens it out. "It was nice meeting you too."
He gives you a polite smile before turning on his heel and leaving for good— you watch him leave, quietly following up to the kitchen doorway just to keep him in your sight a little longer.
And thank god you do— because the image of his broad back and the subtle flex of his muscles is the last thing you get to ingrain in your mind before Kai shuts the door behind him. Your best friend is instantly turning to you, and you hide behind the wall and pretend you hadn't been caught.
His obnoxious cackle is enough to have your skin heating up with embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands as you recount the way you acted tonight.
"Dude, you were like a cat in heat."
You can't even fight back, because he's undeniably right.
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You can't stop thinking about him. It's been a week, and he's still invading your thoughts; maybe it's because you're starting to notice him on Yeonjun's Instagram posts more, or because you actually pay attention to Kai's rants after finding out he works with him at the local record shop— he's everywhere. He's been everywhere, and you just never realized it. You're anxious to see him again, your heart trembling with every night you had to spend overthinking the few hours you spent together— the lingering gazes, his touch on your hand, the kind glint in his eyes— you're tired of recounting the same scenarios over and over. So when Kai invites you to be his plus one to a party Taehyun's friend is hosting, who are you to say no to your best friend?
"Oh my god, how many times are you gonna ask? I don't know, they look the same to me!"
"They're literally not!" you flip the denim skirts over to show him the back, "the pockets! And the color! One's darker."
"Well they look the same."
"Ugh, you're not helping," you throw the skirts off to the side, flopping on your desk chair with a sigh. From your bed, Kai pouts, hugging your bunny plush closer as he watches you massage your temples.
"What about that one dress you have?" you look up in confusion, and he nods over to your open closet, "the pink one you got for our beach trip."
Your face lights up— that pink dress. The one you found at the mall by sheer luck, flattering and short with a skirt that swayed with your movements and gave others a peek of what was underneath if you weren't too careful. You completely forgot you owned it.
"Kai, have I ever told you how much I love you?" you bat your lashes at him, skipping over to the closet— sure enough, the pretty pink material peeked out from the very back of the rack, begging to be taken out. Kai only hums absently, and you look over your shoulder to send him a smile. "Now can you please get out? I'm gonna change."
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You're smoothing the dress down your hips when Kai knocks. It's been half an hour and you've yet to let him back in again.
"Come in," you finally say, turning to the side in the mirror, checking if the halter straps of your dress are tied in that perfect bow you practiced. The fabric of the skirt moves with you, fluttering around your thighs like a blooming flower— you see Kai come into the frame behind you, wearing a tight shirt and jeans that sit just a tad bit low on his hips, skin coming into view when he raises his hand to ruffle his curled blond hair. You glance at your appearance one last time before turning to him.
"Do I look okay?"
"You look great," he smiles, taking you in, in all your glittery glory, "you'll have Taehyun drooling all over you tonight."
"Shut up," you scoff, turning your back to him and scampering to get your purse and heels— Kai's insufferable smirk won't leave his face as he leads you out and to the ride he ordered to take you two to the party.
Kai is graceful enough to drop the subject for the rest of the car ride, choosing to tell you about the actual host of tonight's party so you don't go in blind; contrary to what you previously thought, there's no special occasion for tonight's party— Keeho merely did it for the love of the game. Kai details how Keeho throws parties every month or so, because after having his twenty-first get called a "rager", he decided it'd be fun to keep the title up.
"It might be packed tonight," Kai says, "Taehyun was telling me all the shit he had to get for tonight— from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be surprised if there were like, over a hundred people in there."
"Jesus Christ," you're pulling in to a street, finding the neighborhood lined with cookie-cutter houses that look like it'd take you three jobs to maintain; you can already spot a house toward the end of the cul-de-sac bleeding music loud enough to disturb the neighbors and other cars dropping off people who are already stumbling inside— adrenaline licks up your spine, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of a party actually living up to the hype. When you turn back to Kai with stars in your eyes, he laughs.
"See what I mean?" He thanks your driver before sliding out the car behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you inside, "He got the reputation for a reason."
"How the hell has this not gotten shut down yet?" you have to raise your voice as you slip inside, the air instantly switching to something foggy and hot— there isn't a single person in front of your that's sober, and Kai has to lean close to be able to hear you.
"I think his neighbors are usually out on business trips," Kai yells, "but I've also heard rumors that he keeps a "special" relationship with them, if you know what I mean."
You do not. And you're sure you really don't want to.
"That's him!" Kai is pointing at the elevated DJ booth, and when you ask who you're supposed to be looking at, he points at the DJ himself— your jaw drops as you take him in, platinum hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his dark eyes narrowed as he focuses on his deck; he takes off one of headphones as someone approaches him, probably requesting a song stupid enough to warrant the way his face twists with disgust, waving the person away without a second thought.
"Wait!" something in your mind clicks when you see him look up, the confident grin on his face giving you flashbacks to a late night out, "Isn't he DJ K? From the rave we went to?!"
Kai's nod is reciprocated with a slap to his shoulder— when he gives you an offended look, you scoff.
"He's been throwing parties this whole time and you didn't bother telling me you knew him?"
"Taehyun knows him," the mere mention of his name is enough to bring a smug smile to Kai's face, "so if you're gonna be mad at anyone, get mad at him."
Kai's sporting that weird look on his face again, like he's scheming something and you're at his mercy— it's making you nervous, and it must show on your face because your friend is taking your hand and dragging you through the house with a suspicious familiarity that makes you wanna hit him again. Instead, you allow him to bring you to the mini-bar— bar!— they have, ordering a round of shots you gratefully accept. The tequila Kai ordered for you goes down smooth, though you can't stop yourself from making a face, scanning the crowd to try and play it off; you can see Kai laughing at you from the corner of your eye.
"You wanna go dance?" he asks, watching you continue to analyze the crowd before you, "or… are you looking for someone?"
Reluctantly, you look up at him— he sounds like he knows something you don't, so you give in and tell the truth. "Maybe."
"About time. C'mon," Kai offers his hand, lacing your fingers with his and pulling you close, weaving through bodies and venturing deeper into the house— again, with such effortlessness that has you irked. He's leading you to the basement, leaning close to your ear with a grin. "That clueless act was getting old."
His loud laugh and the booming music is enough to drown out the names you curse out, the smell of weed already reaching your senses as the air gets cloudier the more you descend— your heart begins to pound in anticipation at the thought of getting to see Taehyun again.
Right as you reach the last step, Kai lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around your waist instead— when you send him a confused look, he merely shrugs and pulls you in closer.
"Don't want any creeps to try and hit on you."
The basement is relatively dark, only lit up by a line of bulb string lights that go across the back wall— there are small rectangular windows high up that are left open, and a pool table off to the side where a few people crowd, but the real center of attention lies in the center of the room, people melted into the couches that circle a small coffee table, filled up with ashtrays and beer bottles— it's there that you spot Taehyun rolling up, finishing up a joint— not the first one, if the lingering smoke in the room is any indicator. His tongue darts out to lick along the paper, and like some freaky sixth sense, his eyes dart up to meet yours.
"Scary," Kai's hold on your waist tightens, "it's like he was waiting for you."
Your heart flips at the mere thought, but you act aloof as you allow your friend to lead you into the circle, finding a conveniently open spot next between Yeonjun and Taehyun— the former cheers at the sight of you two, opening his arms for a hug you happily initiate.
"Finally!" You're bending over to hug Yeonjun, who's practically one with the couch— Kai hovers behind you to cover your rising dress. "I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"
"And who told you I was coming?" because it definitely wasn't you— pulling back, you catch Yeonjun's red eyes widen before glancing over your shoulder. You've barely spent five minutes with him, but Yeonjun's already managed to piss you off.
"You came at a good time," Yeonjun says instead, pulling you down by the wrist to sit next to down; Kai squeezes between you two instead of taking the open spot. "Those dumbass randoms took our joint, so Taehyunie's rolling us a new one."
Sure enough, Taehyun's cleared out a small space on the coffee table to make way for his setup; a thought lingers in your head that you wish you could've seen him rolling up, because as he's finishing up the surprisingly pearled joint, your eyes linger on his nimble hands, and your thoughts wander to an embarrassingly desperate place.
Taehyun is fishing something from his pocket, a simple black lighter with the letters K.TH written toward the bottom of one side; he goes to sit as he lights the joint, the action so indifferent that you're convinced to think nothing of the way he falls back next to you, pressed close despite having plenty of space to sit.
He's dressed in all black today; a simple black tee that hugs his body and ends just above the waistband to his jeans, earning you a peek of his navel as he leans back against the couch. The thin silver chain he wears glints under the low light of the flame, complimented by the small silver hoop earrings that decorate his ears. When he looks over at you, you play off your staring by pretending you were waiting patiently for him to pass the joint to you.
You quickly realize that Taehyun is a very quiet person— and it's frustrating. Kai and Yeonjun make idle conversation that you occasionally jump into, but your interest is more on the man next to you that's decided all he can do is nod along to what the others are saying. By the time the joint has been passed back to you for the umpteenth time, you're high to push yourself to try and talk to him— the last thing you want to do is stumble over your sentences trying to woo this man.
"I wouldn't pass it to her, I think she's already out of it," Yeonjun and Kai laugh to themselves, and your head rolls over to them to send a scathing glare. Your sluggish movements only serve to make them laugh harder. "She's a total lightweight."
"You liar!" you're sitting up, crossing your arms against your chest with a pout. "Just because I don't smoke every other day like you, doesn't mean I'm a lightweight!"
"Nah, if you take another hit you'll probably fall asleep," Kai is all in your face with that insufferable grin of his, refusing to stand down, "it's what you always do when we smoke at my place."
You're about to curse Kai out for airing out your business like this— the last thing you want Taehyun thinking is that you're a lame person to smoke with! You're fired up, brows knitting together and lips curling to a scowl when suddenly, Taehyun cuts into the conversation.
"Hey, don't do my girl like that," all heads are snapping over at him: Yeonjun and Kai because they're surprised to hear him join in, and you because you think you're hearing things.
He's leaned back against the couch, arms crossed and showing off his biceps— you have to rip your eyes away from his arms to take in the small, coy smile he dons, the lit joint hanging loosely between his lips. His eyes flicker over to you, his smile widening a tad when he catches the surprise on your face. "If she wants another hit then let her get another one."
"Someone's feeling brave," Kai put his arm around your shoulders, giving you a teasing shake that makes you whine in protest. "Acting like you weren't falling asleep earlier!"
Kai's teasing is persistent, cooing and pinching your cheeks as you try to shove him off and tell him that you'll be fine— your bickering goes on for a while, your foggy brain trying its best to keep up with Kai's childish arguments; it's a losing battle, but when you feel a warm hand land on your thigh, it's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you, sobering you instantly.
Taehyun has gotten close— very close, his shoulder brushing against yours as you feel Kai's hand slip from your shoulders; the world around you seems to fade away as he stares at you with low-lidded, dark eyes. His brows are set in a slight furrow and his jaw seems a bit tight, the hand on your thigh squeezing ever-so slightly— not enough to feel aggressive, but enough to make you squirm, breathless as your lips part in anticipation— for what exactly, you're not sure.
"Do you wanna take hit?" his voice is soft, but he makes up for it by leaning closer toward you. You can feel the callouses on his palms as he rubs your thigh slightly, fingertips brushing against the skirt of your dress that's ridden up. You nod, but it's only returned with a shake of Taehyun's head. "I need to hear you say it, or I won't give it to you."
His fingertips have ventured toward your inner thighs— your legs squeeze his hand on instinct, and you feel his grip tighten, nails digging in and making you swallow back a whimper.
"Y-yeah," you breathe out, "I can handle it."
Kai and Yeonjun scoot a bit away from you, looking at each other and pretending to gag— they're lucky you don't catch it, because if you did you might've beaten them up; they can't help themselves from glancing over at you two one last time before they head over to the pool table.
Taehyun takes one last, long hit, doing a french inhale that makes you call him a show-off. He merely chuckles, turning away to blow out the smoke before he's holding up the joint to your lips. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, glittering under the low lights as you part your glossed lips and take a hit— you find yourself a bit intimated by the intensity of his stare, pulling away far too soon and turning away in hopes of hiding your flustered face.
"C'mon, what was that?" Taehyun's hand is slipping from your thigh to cup your chin and pull you back toward him, huffing out a laugh at the pout you sport. He raises a brow at you, mocking. "Don't tell me you considered that a hit."
"I mean," with the way he's smiling at you, you're able to spot sharp canines that bite down on the tip of his tongue teasingly, a dangerous thrill shooting through your spine at the sight. "I guess."
He laughs, shaking his head as he squeezes your cheeks affectionately— you're positively dizzy with the sudden onslaught of attention, shifting on the couch and squeezing your thighs together; Taehyun's eyes flicker down, his brow twitching in amusement before he's bringing the joint back up to your lips. "You can take another hit, can't you?"
You don't hesitate to nod.
"Here. Take a bigger one," he's guiding your face forward to meet him halfway, placing the joint between your lips and watching the tip light up as you inhale. He keeps his hold on you the whole time. "Come on, keep going."
"Little more… there we go," he's practically purring the words out, plucking the joint from your lips and tucking it between his own. His smile is coy as he watches your brows twitch, exhaling the smoke and willing yourself to not fall into a fatal coughing fit. When you fall back against the couch in success, he gives your thigh a soft pat. "Took it like a champ."
You feel like you're losing your mind with the way his words are hitting you with a heat that festers in your core. Your limbs are tingling and you feel a small smile etching on your face, shifting so that you're leaning on your side to face him fully.
"Kinda hard not to when you were holding me down," you giggle, and he leans forward, successfully closing you two off in your own little bubble.
"Can you blame me?" he murmurs, "you were enjoying yourself."
"What, so you're a mind reader now?"
"Nah," Taehyun's eyes crinkle as he smiles, "but it's not hard to read you when you look at me like that."
"Oh yeah?" you reach forward to take the joint from his lips, taking a small hit to hide your smile. "And how exactly was I looking at you?"
"Like you've had enough for tonight," the joint is taken from you yet again, and you're frowning, getting ready to protest— he shakes his head, leaning to the coffee table to snuff out his joint; you're completely melted into the couch while he remains sitting up, hovering over you with low-lidded, red eyes and a gentle smile. His eyes run over your body, stopping at your hips and letting out a small sigh. Reaching up, he tugs your dress down, that familiar tick to his jaw coming back. "Do you realize how short this dress of yours is?"
The smile on your lips only widens, and there's a playful glint in your eyes as you push your hips up, right against his hand that continues to hold the fabric down. "Something wrong with that?"
"'Course not." his hold on the fabric slips, watching it bounce right back up to rest on the curve of your hips, dangerously high. His gaze is shameless as he continues to take you in, and it's enough to have adrenaline shooting through you, a quiet, dazed giggle escaping you and snapping his attention back to you. He watches you for a moment, and there's this soft look in his eyes that has you squirming in place, your boldness instantly quieting down under the weight of his stare.
"You feeling okay?" he eventually asks; you simply nod. "Tired?"
"No," you bite back, though it's true— whenever you smoke with Kai and Yeonjun, you always find yourself falling asleep. But with this strand, you're feeling… different. Instead of that lethargic, dreamy high that settles heavy into your bones and sings you to sleep, you're faced with something brighter, urgent— your body tingles with restlessness, and there's a heavy heat that settles deep in your stomach that you refuse to acknowledge. "It's definitely not that."
You gulp, feeling yourself take the backseat in your own body; you feel absentminded as you continue this back and forth with Taehyun, finding yourself preoccupied with the feeling that continues to build up inside you— you feel good. It feels like the type of high your friends always describe, where they're giggling to themselves, lost in euphoria while you fight back sleep; your mind races as you say something that makes Taehyun laugh, a full body action that you can't help but find endearing.
You're staring. You know you are, but you couldn't care less in this moment, because he looks good. Criminally good, and it's enough to make that heat in your stomach worse.
"Still doing okay?" he asks. When you respond you're just a bit tired, he nods. "Do you want me to get Kai so he can take care of you?"
"What?" you raise a brow, caught off guard by the sudden mention of him. "Why?"
For the first time since you've met him, he looks embarrassed; under the low light, you swear you see his ears turn a bit red, and he's turning away to look at the pool table across the room. "I mean, it seems like he…"
His words hang heavy in the air. A minute passes before it finally clicks for you.
"Oh my god, no!" you fall into a fit of laughter, and Taehyun simply watches, confused. It's enough to make you laugh harder. "No, we're just friends. I promise."
"Oh," Taehyun seems deep in thought, and when he shifts, he seems a lot less tense. "Sorry, it's just that you guys are… touchy."
"Hmm, I can see why you thought that," you glance over at Kai and Yeonjun, the two playing a round of pool against two strangers, "but he's also the type to kiss his friends when he's drunk."
He frowns.
You laugh, "his guy friends."
"Oh," his eyes widen, his ears getting a little redder. You're soaking it all in, welcoming the sight of him so discomposed, "somehow I haven't seen him do that before."
Shrugging, you send him a wink. "Maybe you're next."
The laugh he lets out is loud, a bit startled. Your words are lighthearted, but it's clear you both consider it a possibility; you think you might've scared him from being around Kai alone and drunk.
A loud cheer erupts from across the room, and you and Taehyun are looking over to catch Kai and Yeonjun celebrating, loud and shameless as Kai places a kiss on Yeonjun's cheek— Taehyun looks over at you, raising his brows, and you simply shrug as though to say 'see what I mean?'
Your small bubble is popped as Kai runs over to you, an excited puppy as he asks if you saw the way they defeated the guys they were up against. You pat his head and tell him he did great, and you swear you can see a tail wagging behind him— Yeonjun is then perking up as he hears a song he likes playing faintly upstairs, grabbing your hand and urging you to go dance with him— because according to him, it'd be a shame to not show off your cute outfit.
When you turn and ask the remaining two if they're tagging along, Taehyun shakes his head, much to your disappointment. "Not in the mood to dance right now, sorry."
Kai flops down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and saying he'll stay behind to keep him company— when Taehyun's eyes widen and he looks at you for help, you merely laugh and wave him goodbye.
"Any progress with Taehyunie?" Yeonjun rests his hand on your hip, pulling you into him and whispering in your ear.
"Tons," you grin, glancing down at his hand that taps your hip to the beat. "What're you so touchy for?"
When you look up at him, Yeonjun's grin widens, sending you a wink (or whatever his rendition of a wink is called— a blink, more like.) before kissing your temple and pulling you even closer.
"He's a jealous guy."
Your heart skips, letting Yeonjun guide you up the stairs and looking over your shoulder for one last glance— and sure enough, his eyes are following you the whole way up, his brows furrowed and his tongue poking at his cheek as Kai talks his ear off. The look stays with you the whole night, even after you all reunite to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways— he's much better at hiding his irritation when you're watching, though you were still able to catch the annoyance in his eyes after Yeonjun hugged you close and complimented your appearance one last time, taking your hand and making you spin around for him. When you turn to say goodbye to Taehyun, Kai and Yeonjun suddenly become enraptured in their own conversation a few feet away from you.
"Did you get kissed tonight?"
Taehyun rolls his eyes and chuckles, "No, I didn't."
"Shame," you pout, "maybe next time then."
"Oh?" he cocks his head, raising a brow as he smiles slyly. "You offerin'?"
Taehyun seems to have a knack for catching you entirely off guard at the most random moments; your mouth is falling open and you're left speechless, feeling a heat rush up the back of your neck and flood your face— you can't hide the way he's flustered you, trying to recompose yourself while he watches with a satisfied smile.
"What, do you want me to?"
"I mean," he shrugs. "Who wouldn't want a kiss from a pretty girl?"
You'd like to blame your next action on your lingering high, your hands tingling as you reach to cup his cheek and bring him to you— his eyes widen, but before he can move, you're planting a gentle, glossy kiss against his jawline. When you pull away, you spot the imprint of your lips and smile.
"Goodnight, Taehyun," you say sweetly, "It was nice seeing you again."
You spin on your heels, feeling the skirt of your dress sway with your hips as you walk; you don't dare look back, because the mere heat of his stare is already enough to make your knees weak. This time, you've made sure to leave a lingering impression on him— hopefully it's enough to make him as crazy about you as you are about him.
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"Rough day?"
"Fuck, don't get me started."
You feel— and look— a mess. Finals week is fucking you over, the onslaught of work that's being piled on you convincing you that your professors are all in on a conspiracy to overwork you to death. You've just left your final class of the day, some random elective you chose to get the credits you needed to graduate, and your least favorite— because of course the professor would be insufferable and choose to call on you every other class. Even their voice is enough to make your skin prickle, and you've just escaped an hour of the most boring lecture of your life.
You've met up with Kai at your favorite cafe that's just off-campus; it's cozy and a better alternative to the library that's packed with students cramming for exams. You sip on your drink, some fancy latte you only gathered courage to order after Kai told you it was his treat.
"How are your finals going?" the question is more of a formality, because as you take a good look at your friend— clear skin, glowing eyes, hair perfectly styled, a gentle smile on his face— you scowl and shake your head. "Never mind. Don't tell me anything."
He laughs, smug and shameless despite the way your dull eyes glare at him.
"Seriously though, when was the last time you had a moment to relax?" he lets the question hang in the air, and frowns when you can't find an answer. "You wanna hang out this weekend? We could have a movie night and smoke. Get you some proper sleep for once."
"I dunno Kai," you say, "it just… hasn't been hitting the same."
Kai frowns. "What do you mean?"
"It's just," you bite your lip, hesitant, "I dunno— when we smoked at the DJ K party, it felt a lot better. I think whatever strand you have leaves me feeling weird the next day, but I didn't feel it when I smoked then."
A small smile flickers on Kai's face— you roll your eyes. "I'm serious."
"No, I know," Kai says, "but that strand you like? I don't have it. You'd have to ask Taehyun about it."
Your stomach flips; despite the clear opening, you can't stop yourself from being stubborn. "What, you can't just ask him where he got it?"
"Think he got it when he went to a music festival," Kai leans forward, resting his chin on his palm. "But if you're so curious, I can call him for you."
"Seriously?" He nods, sporting an innocent smile that doesn't waver even as you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. "I mean, I guess you could."
"Cool," he's pulling out his phone and immediately dialing the said man— before you can scold him that you didn't mean call him now, Kai is sitting up and holding up his hand to tell you to hold on.
"Hello?" Kai's smile instantly switches from innocent to evil— your heart drops. "I have someone who wants to talk to you."
He's shoving the phone in your hands, scooting back and crossing his arms. You scramble, holding the phone in your hands like it's a bomb as you silently curse your friend out— Kai ignores the onslaught of names and insults, motioning to his phone and telling you that 'he's waiting!' The reminder is enough to have you pressing the phone against your ear, your voice shaky as you greet Taehyun and tell him who's speaking.
"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you something," despite your pounding heart and the blood rushing in your ears, you hold the phone tight and try to your voice steady— you're sure he can hear your efforts, because he's letting out a soft chuckle, his voice low and smooth as he tells you 'go for it.'
"Do you remember what we smoked at DJ K's party? I feel like nothing's been hitting the same… and I kinda need a bit of a stress reliever." You sigh. "Finals week has been kicking my ass."
"Shit, I'm sorry— I don't remember off the top of my head, and I'm not home right now to see," you're chewing your lip, wondering why Kai put you in this situation in the first place— what the hell are you supposed to get out of this? "And unless you're willing to travel a lot for it, I doubt you'd be able to get your hands on it."
"Oh," this conversation is a total dead end, and you're wilting back against the chair in disappointment. Kai on the other hand is on the edge of his seat, eyes widening in panic. "No worries then. Thanks anyway."
There's a pause on his end, and you're expecting him to end the call with a stiff goodbye— instead, he clears his throat, letting out a deep sigh.
"Tell you what," he sounds a bit hesitant, as though unsure of how to word his sentence. "How 'bout you just have some of my stash? We could smoke and you can tell me all about your finals. Maybe get something to eat."
You're heart flies up to your throat, and you're sitting up in surprise— Kai is leaning forward, mouthing a hasty 'what?!' that you ignore.
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," he chuckles, "sounds like you need it."
"I— yeah, I guess I do," you say— you pause, looking up at Kai in panic as you mouth 'he wants to hang out.'
Kai blanches. 'When?!'
You cover the phone speaker. 'I don't know!'
Kai has to hold himself from slamming his hands on the table, his eyes impossibly wide as he pretends to yell 'Saturday!' Even though you try to protest that it was supposed to be your hangout with him, he shakes his head with such fervor that you're caving in.
"Are you free this weekend?"
Kai is halfway across the table— you'd think he were trying to press his head to the phone with how eager he looks.
"I am. Just say when and I'll clear my schedule for you," it's pathetic, the way your stomach flips at that, "You can come to my place. If you're comfortable with it, of course."
"That's fine with me," you're breathless, your hands clammy and forcing you to tighten your grip on the phone, "Is Saturday okay?"
"Yeah, that works. I'll text you and we can plan the rest."
"Okay," you've become unexpectedly shy, your voice quieting at the prospect of this hangout. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
You say a brief goodbye before you're hanging up, placing the phone down delicately like it could dial Taehyun again if you brushed against it wrong. You let a minute pass before you let yourself react, lunging forward to pull Kai's head toward you, planting an exaggerated kiss on his forehead.
"Muah!" Kai protests and whines that you're getting your lip gloss all over his skin, but you truly couldn't care less as ruffle his hair affectionately. "Kai, you're the best. Seriously, what would my life be like without you?"
"You'd probably be single forever." Kai's grumble is met with a swift kick to his shin under the table, and he yelps so loud it has half the cafe turning to look at him. He mumbles a sheepish 'sorry', rubbing his shin and curling into himself.
"That's what you get," you scowl, digging in your bag for your phone before you're sliding it across the table to Kai. "Now, could you give me his number please?"
You can tell that Kai is getting ready to give you another snarky comment, but a single glare from you is enough to have him tucking his tail and typing Taehyun's number into your phone without further complaints. When he gives your phone back, you catch sight of the contact name and roll your eyes.
Future Boyfriend >3<
"Thanks." You roll your eyes and pocket your phone, not bothering to change something that's clearly true.
☆☆☆
Taehyun's place is way nicer than you expected for a man in his twenties that lives alone.
You wore your tiniest shorts and a baby tee that hugged your form just right, and he showed up at your doorstep at five PM on the dot— he insisted on picking you up and getting something to eat, stating that it was 'for your well-being'— you ended the day out by getting ice cream and driving back to his place, where he let you rant about your professors and your finals the whole time; he nodded along and pitched in every now and then, listening with a fond smile that made you trip over your words once or twice. When you stopped at a light, he turned to get a good look at your face, his eyes dropping down to your lips.
"You got ice cream on your face." His thumb is wiping just below your bottom lip before you can even utter out an 'I do?' your eyes widening comically as he brings his thumb to his mouth and lick it off, letting out a satisfied hum.
You'd felt a raging heat pool in your stomach then, and it hasn't gone away since.
You've made yourself comfortable on the floor, despite Taehyun's protests that you should just sit on the couch instead— you refused, finding the cool wooden floor comforting after spending the day out in the heat, finishing your ice cream while you watch Taehyun finish rolling the joint from his spot on the couch. When he passed the finished joint to you, insisting you have the first hit, you cooed out a sweet "oh, you shouldn't have."
Holding the joint between your lips, you lean toward Taehyun so he can light it for you— your eyes flutter up to meet his gaze, a small smile growing on your face.
"You do this often?" you can't help but ask, "invite girls over to share your special weed with?"
"Hell no," Taehyun's laughter is genuine, and he's pulling away the lighter once he sees the end is lit. You're propping your elbow against the couch, holding your head as you take a small hit before passing it to him. He grins, taking a hit before he speaks. "I'm not sharing my special weed with just anyone. It was hard to get— I gotta enjoy it as much as I can, y'know?"
"Yet you're sharing it with me?" you say, "I'm honored."
He shrugs, a bit sheepish— you pass the joint back and forth, making meaningless conversation and learning more about each other. He tells you he's also in uni, majoring in music production with a minor in business, he tells you stories about working with Kai at the local record shop— mostly stories where Kai was flirting with customers— and you listened with stars in your eyes, the joint hanging idly between your fingers as you watched the way he talked about soccer and his favorite sports team, his hands moving with such fervor it made you laugh— his rant about his favorite team's recent lapse in performance is cut short, and he's looking down at you in confusion.
"What's so funny?"
"No, nothing," you say, though another small chuckle slips out, "you're just so passionate. It's cute."
"I'm glad you think so," Taehyun smiles, leaning down a bit— somewhere along this conversation, you've made your way closer to Taehyun, your body pressing along his leg while you rest your head against the couch. "My friends would usually be zoning out by now."
You go to take another hit, but Taehyun is taking the joint from your hands before you can— you're pouting at him, but he simply scolds you for hogging the joint with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch and keeping the joint by his lips. You let your eyes trail from the smoke that blows in the air, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt that's ridden up again. The haze from your high clouds your judgment, and you don't bother to hide the way you drink in the smooth skin that peeks out.
"You always wear such short shirts?"
He raises a brow, playing innocent. "What d'you mean?"
"All the shirts I've seen you in are always a bit short. You're always flashing your stomach," reaching forward, you're go to play with the hem of his shirt, your fingertips threatening to skim over his skin. "Nice abs by the way."
"Thanks," he laughs, and you're utterly shameless as you watch his stomach ripple with laughter. "I didn't think they were visible."
"Barely," your heart pounds in your chest, fingers shakily running along the hem of his shirt. "Could I get a better look?"
The air is thick and suffocating, yet you still find a reckless courage to look up at Taehyun— you find he's already staring you down, his eyes low-lidded as he gulps. When he sees the unwavering resolve in your shining eyes, he nods.
"Yeah. Go ahead."
You're shifting so you're kneeling, able to get better access to Taehyun this way; beneath the recklessness of your foggy brain, you're nervous— your hands are cold as you gently push up his shirt, your freezing fingertips coming in contact with the heat of his skin, a small smile cracking your lips when he flinches. You push the material up until it rests just below his chest, and you're able to catch sight of a mole in the center.
Taehyun's mouth has gone dry— he gulps, watching you handle him like he were a fragile doll, your eyes scanning his body with such heat it makes him weak. There's pure concentration etched in your features as you're finally able to take him in— you don't register yourself reaching out until your hands come in contact with his skin, able to feel the muscle flex under your fingers and your palm that smooths over his stomach.
"Wow," is all you can say; your hands sweep from the top of his abs down to his navel, feeling the ridges of the muscle and watching him crack a smile at the ticklish feeling— impulse takes control of your mind, your fingers splaying out until you've grasped his sides. "Your waist is so small, too."
"Fuck, you're crazy," Taehyun groans, pushing his hair back, only for it to fall forward once more. When you look up at him through your lashes, he gulps. "You have any idea what you're doing right now?"
You shrug, smoothing your hands up his waist and sending him a coy smile. "Appreciating art."
"Yeah?" he drawls, his hips shifting up ever so slightly, an attempt to ease the tension forming, "and what're your thoughts?"
"I like what I see," you hum, bringing your hands down his waist, stopping at his waistband, fingers pulling at his belt, "but I think I'd like to see more."
"Oh god— you can't say shit like that to me." Scooting a little closer, you rest your head on Taehyun's thigh, pressing your cheek against the denim as you look up at him. "I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into."
"I think I do," you pout, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. Taehyun lets out a shaky sigh, his resolve beginning to crumble at the mere sight of you.
"You're sure?" he's cupping your face, guiding you to sit up and lean toward him— he's meeting you halfway, leaning down and tilting your chin up to look at him properly. "You think you can handle me like this?"
His thumb caresses your cheek bones, and your eyes glaze over as you nod— it's not the answer Taehyun wants, because he's tapping your cheek and mumbling for you focus.
"Words, baby." His voice is low, a smile growing on his lips. "Say it. I know you can."
"I want you," you stutter out— his smile turns cruel, fangs on display and ready to sink into you. "I can handle it."
"You really think so?" he coos, laughing fondly when you nod, dazed and desperate. "C'mere."
Guiding your face toward his, you're both equally desperate to seal the space between you— the sheer hunger in your kiss is enough to have you lightheaded. You've thought about this more than you'd like to admit— speculations on what Taehyun feels like is nothing compared to this reality, your kiss desperate and impossible to keep up with; his lips are so soft, and you're all but drooling when his tongue parts your lips and enters your mouth, the lingering taste of smoke and ice cream flooding your taste buds as you whimper into his mouth. He smiles, pulling you closer until your lungs burn.
When you part, a string of saliva connects you two before it breaks off— heat rushes to your face, but Taehyun doesn't seem to be phased by it; instead, he's sitting up, taking a long hit from the joint before he's swooping down, his hand on your cheek squeezing your face so you open your mouth.
His lips hover over yours, his mouth parting as he exhales the smoke right into you— you accept it, placing a hand on his thigh to steady yourself; he holds you in place until you can't resist turning away to exhale the constricting smoke, tears pricking at your eyes as your brain scrambles for oxygen. Taehyun merely watches, caressing your head as you let out a weak cough.
"'m sorry, pretty," he says, reaching down to snuff the joint out against the ashtray on the coffee table, "was I too rough?"
You scramble to shake your head and ease any hesitation.
"No. I mean, kinda," you decide it's better to throw your pride out the window and be honest— Taehyun nods, ready to apologize once more when you beat him to it. "But I like it."
"You do?" he's tense, his hand freezing atop of your head— you're nodding, looking up at him with watery eyes, and his hand is sliding down to hold the back of your neck. "My baby likes it rough?"
It should be ridiculous, the way you have to swallow back a whimper as you nod; your head is spinning as you rest your cheek against his thigh once more, fluttering your lashes up at him and rubbing your cheek back and forth on his thigh absentmindedly. He watches with bated breath, caressing your hair and watching your eyes begin to wander— down his face, down his chest, and straight to the bulge that strains against his jeans.
Any shame you had is dissolving from your system as you feel your mouth water and your cunt clench— your body feels as though it were made of little stars, crashing into each other and spreading heat into your heavy limbs, waves of bliss washing over you and bringing a lethargic smile to your face; your hand reaches up to rest on his other thigh, feeling the muscle flex under you as it begins to trail up.
"Mm-hmm— I like when…" you're dazed, unsure if you're even making sense, "I like when you hold me down."
"Is that right?" he drawls, watching your hand rest at the top of his thigh, massaging it softly. You nod, nuzzling your face against his thigh— Taehyun feels dizzy at the sight.
Slowly, your hand makes its way up the waistband of his jeans, lazy fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt— not enough to undo it, but just enough to loosen it. You can see the deep rise and fall of his chest, your gaze coy as you smile up at him, giving the buckle another testing tug.
"Can I?"
Taehyun's breath hitches, his voice tense. "Yeah."
That's more than enough for you to spring into action— your actions are eager and a bit clumsy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans; that alone is enough to have Taehyun sighing in relief, his hips unconsciously bucking toward your touch.
You don't try to tease; you can see the need that clouds his eyes, but you're just the same as you're tugging his underwear down to release his cock— he's already so hard, the length bobbing up to slap against his stomach, his flushed tip already sticky with precum. Your eyes drink it all in, your mouth watering; he's not just big, he's thick too, your hand that wraps around his length barely able to grasp him— he's letting out a low hiss at the contact, his jaw clenching as your thumb traces curiously along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.
When you let go of his cock, his hips chase for your touch— his brows furrows and he opens his mouth to complain, but before he can get a word out, you're spitting in your hand and grabbing his length again, pumping him slowly as you gauge what he likes.
A choked groan leaves him at your touch— you squeeze him a little tighter, and his eyes flutter shut, his head falling back against the couch as your thumb swipes over his tip, gathering the precum that continues to leak out. Slowly, you gather the courage to move between his legs, already spread open in invitation, your pace picking up speed as you lean down to his aching cock.
"Oh fuck—!" Taehyun's bucking forward at the sudden feeling of your tongue, running flat along his balls all the way to the tip before you're closing your mouth around it— peeking up through your lashes, you catch him running a hand through his hair, his chest flushed a slight pink. You take it as your sign to continue, running your tongue along his tip and sucking harder, rewarded with sighs of your name and praises on how well you're doing.
"Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours is so good," he groans, his hand returning to the back of your head, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, "can you take a little more?"
Humming around his cock, he lets out a choked laugh, cursing under his breath before he's beginning to push down on your head— slowly, allowing you to keep up as your mouth widens, his cock heavy and pulsing on your tongue as you continue to take him in.
You're only halfway through before he's hitting the back of your throat— you're swallowing around him, hesitant to accept the intrusion with a whine, and he's pulling back just enough in response. You're not sure when, but your eyes began to water, and his free hand is coming up to swipe tears from the corners of your eyes, cooing at you as he does.
"Poor thing," he murmurs, pushing his hips up ever-so slightly, the tip of his cock teasing your throat, "is it too much?"
His smile widens when you try to hum out a 'no', refusing to pull away from his cock for even a second.
"No?" He echoes, "then why're you crying, baby?"
You don't answer— it's not like you can, anyway. Instead, you try your best to keep his gaze, taking more of his cock and fighting against your gag reflex. You focus on breathing through your nose instead, tears welling in your eyes once again.
"You want more?" he asks, and he's instantly given a 'yes' from you, biting at his lip at the way you hum around him. "Can you take it? You promise?"
Despite your eagerness and your need to take him whole and prove yourself, he holds you in place— he allows you to pull of his cock, eyes falling to the string of spit that connects your lips to his cock before he's looking up at you.
"Please," your voice is a bit hoarse, "use my mouth."
You have a knack for leaving him speechless— Taehyun's staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world, his cock twitching in your hands as he takes a moment to think it through; you're about to beg and whine when he's guiding you forward once more, your mouth opening in anticipation.
"How did I get so lucky, finding a perfect girl like you?" he says. Your mouth wraps around his tip, sucking harshly just to hear him moan. "Gonna fuck that perfect face just like you asked, okay? Tap my thigh if it's too much for you baby."
When you don't acknowledge his words, attempting to take him deeper, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off with such ease your mouth hangs open— he's leaning down, his face stern as he speaks.
"Did you hear what I said?" his voice is quiet and cold, his eyes narrowing when you meekly nod. "What'd I say?"
"Tap your thigh if it's too much."
His jaw clenches, and for a second, you wonder if you've made him angry— but he's leaning back once more, your head brought forward with such strength you don't have room to resist.
"Good."
Despite the ability to manipulate your head with ease, he's gentle to bring you down his length, testing the waters when his tip prods against the back of your throat and pulling back when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. Instead, he uses his grip on your head to guide you up and down his cock, letting out a groan of your name as you fall limp in his hold, only taking initiative to run your tongue against the underside of his cock and hollow out your cheeks.
You feel the head of his cock brushing against your throat, beginning to linger more and more— he's thrusting shallowly into your mouth, lips pressed tightly in concentration as he watches you take him.
"Such a good girl, letting me use you like this," he breathes out, "gonna make you take it all, okay?"
He's stopping his thrusts into your mouth to guide you to take more of him, his cock going deeper until he's met with the resistance of your throat tightening around him— slowly, he continues to push.
You feel like you might choke; your eyes are squeezed shut and your lungs burn, your hands on his thighs shifting so you can dig your nails into the denim as a way to ground yourself. More, more still, cock continues to push into your throat until your nose is snug against his pelvis and both his hands have found purchase on the back of your head. You remain still, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you fight back the urge to gag.
"Breathe." He mumbles, and it's only then that you're reminded to do so, trying to breathe through your nose until you finally feel your throat relax— he's in so deep, and he's yet to move, your brain going haywire from the lack of oxygen. His hand moves from the back of your head to caress your cheek. "C'mon baby, stay with me."
His fingers trace gingerly along your jaw, trailing down until they feel along the front of your neck, groaning when he feels the pressure from his cock— he thrusts gently into your mouth, barely an inch, just to feel the way you swallow around him. He's pulling you off his cock shortly after.
You feel delirious as oxygen floods your brain, your eyes fluttering shut and drool slipping from your lips, strands of spit connected to his length as you sputter and cough. Your hands slip from his thighs and onto your lap, and you hear him chuckle as he caresses your head.
"You did such a good job. You're perfect," he says, enamored with your dazed eyes that flutter open and your swollen lips that are slick with spit. "You still with me, angel?"
"Yeah," you barely breathe out.
"Fuck, you're so cute," his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, guiding your face up to kiss him— he takes his time despite his cock that throbs against your hand that's taken him again, pumping his length and twisting your wrist until he's panting in your mouth. Your hold on him tightens and you massage your palm against his tip, and when your other hand comes up, your touch curious as you massage against his balls, he sinks his teeth into your lip, forcing you to pull away with a yelp.
"Don't do that— I'll cum," he pants into your mouth, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stop your motions, "I don't wanna cum like this."
While you're giggling at his comment, you find he's completely serious— he's tucking himself in before pulling you up onto his lap, earning another laugh from you— you straddle his lap as the Taehyun pulls you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips and the way you pant into his mouth. He's coy, running his tongue along your lip before pushing in, feeling against your tongue before pulling out and nipping your lip just to hear you let out a choked mewl; his move moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, before moving along to your jaw, peppering kissing along it until he's gotten access to your neck.
It feels like he's trying to stake his claim; he's biting and sucking along your neck, aiming for spots that have your hands flying to his shoulders, his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers. You can't help the way your cunt aches from the feeling, your panties sticking to you and the need pulsing inside you until you're searching for relief; your hips bring you down against Taehyun, feeling the hardness of his cock against your thin shorts and grinding against him until his groaning into your skin.
"Taehyun," you whine, your hips careless and your rhythm sloppy as you search for pleasure— you feel him hum against your skin, his hands on your hips as he lets you do as you please. "Taehyun, fuck— please, I need you."
"I can see that," he muses, "pretty girl can't control herself, hmm?"
Shaking your head, you grind against his cock a little harder— his grip on your waist tightens, and he's letting out a low groan, burying his face into your neck.
"Shit," he huffs, "stop— I won't last like this."
Your head is fuzzy and you seem to be lost in a world of your own; his voice feels far away in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure you feel, only amplified more by your high— every grind of your soaked cunt against the length of his cock is enough to have sparks going off in your brain, tuning out the way his fingers dig into your skin dangerously.
"Baby," Taehyun's voice is stiff with tension, "stop it."
"No— I can't," you're petulant, digging your fingers in his shoulders as you chase your own pleasure; your vision is blurry as you meet his eyes, pouting when you're met with a cold, harsh expression from Taehyun, his brow raising at you in warning— it only serves to make you even more restless, and you tilt your head at him. "Don't wanna. Feels… too good like this."
Taehyun's hands grip onto your waist, and he's stopping all your movements with minimal efforts— any protests and whines you were about to let out die in your throat the moment you look at him, your heart beginning to pound in your chest.
He's looking at you just like he had the night of the party; his brows are furrowed, tongue poking at his cheek in annoyance— his eyes are dark and angry, and when he meets your panicked, doe gaze, he merely scoffs.
"You really don't listen, do you?" his voice is dark, laced with emotion you can't quite place— is he fed up with you? Annoyed? You whimper, feeling his fingers push under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin beneath. "Is that cute little brain of yours no good for thinking?"
You frown, ready to defend yourself, but he doesn't give you a chance.
"Come on," his hands slide down to your thighs, and before can catch on, he's hoisting you up and standing; you yelp, scrambling to hold on to him, but he doesn't seem to care about your apprehension as he leads you two into the hall and toward his room. "I'll make you feel as good as you want."
He's kicking the door shut behind him, leading you to his bed before dropping you down unceremoniously by the edge— you try to compose yourself, attempting to shift back on the bed, but Taehyun is caging you in before you can, a hand falling on your waist and the other landing on your hip to keep you still, swooping in to kiss you once more.
"Thought you were gonna be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, "but you're just a needy thing, aren't you?"
His hands come up to your shoulders, and your back meets the mattress with a single shove— your head is spinning from the sudden impact, unable recollect yourself as Taehyun falls to his knees, undoing your shorts and pulling them off with a swift movement; he pulls your hips toward him until they're hanging precariously off the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder and locking his hands around your thighs— you're rendered immobile in a matter of seconds.
"Cute," he says, eyeing your soaked, pink panties with lace trim and a bow— his gaze zeroes in on the wet spot you've made, a cocky smile pulling at his lips as he looks up at you. "Did you pick these out just for me?"
"Maybe," a heat flushes through your whole body— because what was meant to be an arrogant remark is undeniably true, spending a ridiculous amount of time picking out a matching set, just in case; the way you shift under him is enough to answer, and he laughs.
"Thank you baby," he coos, and you cover your face in embarrassment— he bites teasingly at your inner thigh, just to chuckle at the way your hips jump in reaction; his fingers are hooking under the waistband before he's pulling them down, and you're lifting your hips to assist. He's placing kisses along your inner thigh as he goes, stopping at your inner knee before weaving your legs out. "So thoughtful."
His grip on your thighs tighten, and you're being dragged toward him until you can feel his breath on your skin, able to feel his stare on your dripping pussy; it feels vulnerable, having him stare at you like this, your hazy mind making you close your thighs in a weak attempt to hide away— it doesn't work, and you hear Taehyun let out a soft 'tsk'.
"Don't get shy on me now," he says, and you gasp as you feel him give your clit a soft kiss, "I thought you wanted this?"
"W-well, you're being a tease," looking down between your thighs, you find him already staring; your gaze jumps back up to the ceiling, the sight too intense for you to handle. "Stop staring and just get on with it."
He raises a brow in surprise, watching your hand come down to thread in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt, your hips restless— he lets you lead him in closer, until his tongue licks a stripe along the seam of your folds, licking up the slick that dripped from your hole; you whine, pulling slightly at his hair and rolling your hips in search for more, and you feel his hand move from your thigh to your wrist, pulling it off his head.
"So bossy," he tongue darts out to prod at your entrance, feeling your legs twitch on his shoulders, "aren't you supposed to be all shy and cute?"
"Taehyun, please," you pant, feeling his tongue trace along your clit, lightly, the touch barely there— it drives you mad. "Just— give me more…"
He shakes his head, planting an open kiss on your clit, running his tongue all over your cunt before teasing the tip of it into your entrance. "I'll do what I want."
Your body feels like a live wire, desperate to feel more than the kitten licks and gentle kisses Taehyun continues to tease you with; he's lingering on your clit, running his tongue around it in circles and pulling back just to breath cool air onto your spit-slick skin— you're tense, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets and squirming beneath him.
"Taehyun," you're on the verge of crying at this point— he's driving you mad, teasing you with the promise of pleasure but pulling away before you can really indulge, "c'mon…!"
You're bucking your hips up, pressing your cunt against his mouth desperately; Taehyun's nails dig into your thighs, and before you can pull away in shock, he's bringing you forward and attaching his mouth onto your dripping pussy. You're tensing, hands flying up to cover your mouth as Taehyun wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks the bud harshly, pressing his hot tongue against it and looking up at you through his lashes— his tongue slips beneath the hood of your clit, and he's breathing out a laugh against your clit as he hears you squeal.
"C'mon baby, I thought you knew better than that," he murmurs, refusing to fully part from your cunt— a mixture of spit and arousal drips down your cunt, but Taehyun is quick to lick it all up before it can fall to the floor; your thighs twitch around his head as he spits the slick back onto your clit, your head spinning from the impact. "You really think talking to me like that is gonna get you what you want?"
In the back of your mind, you know you're walking a fine line— the way Taehyun is looking at you feels cold and menacing, but you're too far gone to care; all you can pay any mind to is the need that makes your cunt throb and your dazed, hazy brain that tells you to keep pushing.
"I dunno," your words are a bit slurred, a shiver running through you as you feel Taehyun's spit dragging down your cunt, "seems to be working so far."
Taehyun's jaw clenches, his lips drawing tightly together. Before you can joke or apologize, he's bringing the palm of his hand against your cunt with a stinging slap!
"Ah!" A broken whine leaves you, the stinging sensation ebbing through your cunt. Taehyun massages his fingers along your slit in faux apology.
"Too much?" he asks— you remain silent, biting your lip to muffle a whimper. "You want me to stop?"
Through hot embarrassment that flushes through your skin, you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. Another slap lands on your cunt, a little harsher than the last— your back arches, the heels of your feet digging into Taehyun's back; he delivers another. Then another, and another, the final slap to your cunt ringing out into the air and bringing tears to your eyes.
"Fuck!" you sob, feeling Taehyun's fingers massage along your lips, landing another just to tease, "fuck… you…!"
Taehyun doesn't respond, but it's clear your outburst has pissed him off— his brows furrow and his lips close around your clit, sucking and licking at it until you're a shaking mess, yelping his name when you feel his teeth graze the sensitive bud teasingly. His tongue runs down your clit and to your entrance, prodding at your hole just to feel the way it flutters around the muscle— he's messy, drooling all over your skin and slurping up your juices, pushing his tongue past your tightening cunt and pressing into you as deep as he can, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks you with his mouth.
Your hands scramble to grab his head, the build up from his previous teasing making your heart pound against your chest and the coil tighten in your stomach— when you fingers scratch at his scalp and pull his hair, he moans, eyes closed in bliss as he shakes his head side to side against your cunt as if he could burrow deeper inside— you can feel the mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down to your asshole and falling onto the floor, but it doesn't stop Taehyun from digging his fingers into your thighs and gluing his face to you, your orgasm building up so fast you have no way to warn him.
It feels like everything goes white for a second— it all crashes down at once, the tight coil in your stomach snapping and rendering you a puddle of bones, defenseless against Taehyun's continued assault on your cunt; his pace doesn't cease once, even as your thighs snap shut against his head and your body trembles, tears streaming from your eyes from the sheer intensity.
No, Taehyun doesn't falter for a second, prolonging your orgasm until it begins to twist to something nastier, something painful— the waves of pleasure that gently washed over you are now torrents, every brush of Taehyun's nose against your clit only making you wince and cry out from the sensitivity.
"Taehyun—" you gasp, watching as he slurps up your juices, pretending not to hear you, "Taehyun, it's too much! I just— fuck, I just came!"
"You'll take what I give you," he grumbles against your skin, biting your inner thigh, "it's what you wanted, no?"
"Not— not like this!" you're kicking at Taehyun's back as he returns to sucking and kissing at your clit, "I'm too sensitive!"
A particularly harsh suck against your clit has your body jumping, your heel landing against Taehyun's back a bit harder than you intended it to— hearing him grunt at the impact, you tense, about to apologize when Taehyun suddenly hooks his hands under your knees, pushing forward until you're folded in half, your cunt left on display for him— he's as much of a mess as you are, his lips and chin shining with your arousal, a soft blush coloring his face.
"Give me your hands." He doesn't give you a chance to comply, taking your hands in his, guiding them to the back of your knees and using them to pin your legs against your chest. You've been left completely helpless against him, and you barely have any energy left to protest the way he's latching onto your cunt once more.
He's eating you like a man starved— his tongue runs along your cunt as though trying to memorize you, massaging your clit and tracing along your slit before slipping back into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and fucking you with his tongue— he presses his face firmly against you, pining you into the mattress with his weight. You're a squirming, mewling mess, the painful sensitivity from your previous orgasm bleeding into pleasure. When he feels your hips beginning to buck against his face in search for more, he throws your legs over his shoulders once more, his mouth focusing solely on your clit while he teases two fingers against your entrance.
"Fuck, fuck— I'm close," you sob— it feels like your body has a mind of its own, chasing pleasure that only makes you dizzy; it's too much, it's overwhelming, but it's so, so good, and Taehyun is more than happy to bring you over the edge, inserting his fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning at the way you tighten around him— he curls his fingers, exploring your walls until he finds the spot that makes your moans break and your cunt drool, drilling into the same spot until you're crying for mercy and falling apart on his mouth for the second time.
"Taehyun, Taehyun please, slow down!" you're realizing with delayed mortification that Taehyun has yet to pull away— and at the sound of your pleas, he's going even harder, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you making you hot with shame— you try to plead for him to pull away, but it's all incoherent and broken, the overstimulation melting your brain.
"You cryin'? Again?" he coos, pulling away from your swollen clit just to laugh; his fingers curl inside you, and he licks at your cunt to clean up his mess. "Where's that mouthy brat I had here earlier?"
You try to bite back, say something that shows you still have some fight in you— but you can barely manage to blink away your tears, much less talk through your hiccuping moans.
"You look so pathetic," he says, "is this how you like it?"
Sniffling, you shake your head, attempting to mumble something about it being 'too much'— Taehyun doesn't care to listen, fitting in a third finger in your entrance instead; your eyes roll back at the stretch, feeling him slowly pump his fingers until you begin to adjust to him.
"No?" he's placing soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you from between your thighs, "you got yourself in this mess though. The least you could do is say sorry."
His fingers are precise and cruel as they thrust into you, your cunt begging for mercy as his mouth works perfectly together with his hands— while you try to squirm out of his grip, your nails digging into the back of his hand while your other hand slaps at his shoulder, Taehyun continues to pin you down against the mattress, slurping and licking your cunt's juices, running his tongue on your bruised clit and sucking it as though it were his favorite candy.
The pleasure that builds up inside you is something you've never felt before— it isn't the warm, addicting rise that crashes gently; it's a fire that runs through your body, it's violent, a surge of stimulation that makes you cry out for Taehyun to please, please slow down, this feels weird— all your words do is spur him on, as though he's attuned to your body better than you are.
His words echo in your mind— you vaguely recall your outbursts, all the things you did in search of a reaction— and you begin to say through broken sobs the last thing you think will make Taehyun go easy on you.
"I'm sorry! Fuck, fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wail, that raw, uncontrollable pleasure beginning to loom over you— there's a pressure building in your stomach, and you feel your muscles beginning to tense. "Please, please please, it's too much!"
"You gonna cum?" Is all he says in response, "I can feel it."
"I can't," you're panting, your hips trying to cant backward in an attempt to run away— but Taehyun won't let you, dead set on making the impossible happen. "I can't, I already— Taehyun!"
It hits you suddenly, your limbs locking up and the pressure in your stomach releasing— your cunt tightens around Taehyun's fingers, trying to push him out to no avail. His pace slows down and you swear you hear him whine— when your ears filter out the sounds of your own pathetic moans to pick up the wet, dripping sounds of liquid slapping against skin and onto the floor, your eyes fly open; sure enough, you've squirted all over Taehyun's face, the liquid continuing to gush out as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
You're melting back against his mattress, equally spent and mortified.
"I'm… I'm sorry," you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the cracks of your fingers as Taehyun begins to crawl over you, entirely drenched from the chin down. Embarrassment licks a hot stripe up your spine, and you're scooting back on the bed to run away from the sight— Taehyun just continues crawling toward you, stopping you with a hand on your hip when you've made it to the center of the bed.
"Really? Now you're sorry?" he says, his knees on the sides of your hips caging you in. Your fingertips dig into your face as you watch a droplet from your release fall from his chin and onto his already wet shirt— you whimper, ashamed, but Taehyun laughs, straightening up and pulling the shirt over his head.
"Oh my god," you mumble, partly because the sight of Taehyun looming over you like this and stripping is a look straight from your wettest dreams, but also because he then uses that same shirt to dry off his face before tossing it behind him. "Oh my god."
"Getting shy on me again?" he smiles coyly, taking off his pants next— his cock is still hard and clearly neglected, his length twitching at the mere sight of you, his tip flushed a deep red. Rubbing your thighs together, you can still feel your cunt throbbing, attempting to recover from the sensitivity. Taehyun runs his hands up your thighs, tracing along your waist before landing on your baby tee. "Take this off for me, angel."
Despite your trembling hands, you still manage to do as he asks— he watches you pull the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, his brows furrowing and a sigh leaving him when he sees your breasts; he's leaning in to kiss, you, his hands that come up to massage your breasts and play with your nipples so gently you think he'll finally go easy on you.
"I don't accept your apology, by the way."
It feels like you've become a paper doll under Taehyun's grasp; you're flipped over like you're weightless, and Taehyun is quick to grab your wrists in his hand and pin them against the small of your back— his other hand grabbing your waist and pulling you up until you're on your knees and your face is pressed in the mattress, your back arched prettily from where he presses down.
The head of his cock swipes through your slit, and you flat out shiver, nuzzling your face into the mattress— he's only running the tip of his cock along your cunt, but it already feels too much, his thick cockhead parting your lips and lingering at your entrance so you can feel the stretch.
"If you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me, okay?" Taehyun leans down, pressing his chest against your back— the weight of him is grounding, and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You gonna be good and let me use you like a doll?
He's grinding his cock against your entrance as he's speaks to you, and the feeling of his length running along your pussy is driving you mad— burying your face into the comforter, you nod. But truly, you should know better at this point— Taehyun is grabbing your hair and pulling your face out, leaning forward so he can see you.
"Look at me." He says; your eyes flutter open, glassy eyes meeting his stern ones, "Now use your words."
"Yes," his stare is so intense, you can barely hold it. "I want you to use me. I'll be your doll."
Taehyun's cock that was dragging along your cunt is finally aligned with your entrance— he lets go of your hair, letting you slump back into the bed and bury your face with a muffled whine. He straightens up, watching the way your cunt resists his cock— you hear him let out a deep groan behind you once he finally pushes in, his tip already enough to stretch you out. You could barely fit him in your mouth— it's no surprise you're struggling to take him now, the girth of his length filling you up so good, feeling him sink into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass.
"So fucking tight— stretched you out for nothing," Taehyun gulps, his hold on your wrists tightening and drawing out a weak mewl from you, "you're squeezing around me like crazy."
You can't help the way your walls flutter around him— you just feel so incredibly good, your hips pushing back against him to feel his skin flush against yours, his balls pressing against your clit— your jaw is slack and you think you might be drooling against Taehyun's bedsheets once he starts moving, the slow slide of cock making you moan.
"Feels good?" he asks, letting out an airy laugh when you nod. "You feel good too baby."
He's picking up the pace gradually; what starts as slow, deep thrusts into your cunt, pulling all the way out just so he can feel you clench around his tip, is turning into something needier, something desperate— his hips begin to slam against your ass, his cock hammering into spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the sheer force of his thrusts is enough to have your body jolting forward, but he holds you in place, his grip on your wrists tight while he uses his other hand on your waist to bring you back into him.
"Perfect— pretty cunt, taking me so good," he groans, your cunt clenching down on him in response. He's so rough and deep, it feels like his cock is all the way in your stomach— you're breathless, gasping his name as he continues to use your body to fuck him back, your ass slamming against his hips and making your toes curl.
"S-so— deep—" you're turning your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the bed as you attempt to look over your shoulder; through the corner of your eye, you're able to see Taehyun, a sheen of sweat on his blushing skin, his teeth gritted together as he watches his cock disappear inside you— he catches you staring, raising a brow and leaning down to press his chest against your back.
"What'd you say baby?" he huffs, pressing kisses along your shoulders, sinking his teeth into your skin to hear the way you squeal— he's leaving bite marks all along your skin, licking up your neck and moaning directly in your ear.
"Taehyun— you're so big, m'so full..." your voice breaks, and Taehyun chuckles, planting a messy kiss on your cheek.
"Am I too big for you?" he asks, sitting up once more— his hand on your hip begins to wander, his fingers splaying out on your stomach. His hand is pressing down, and you jolt, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out much more intense. "Fuck, I can feel myself in that cute stomach."
His palm presses harder against your stomach, his hips snapping meanly into you— you're a sobbing, helpless mess, and when Taehyun is letting go of your wrists to play with your clit, pinching and slapping it teasingly, your hands fly up to push against his hips, a subconscious attempt to push him out of you— all he does in response is lean his weight against you more, his cock grinding so deep into you, you start to see white.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, watching your hands slap on the mattress helplessly, grabbing onto the sheets and trying to crawl forward— he merely watches for a moment, but you barely move before he's grabbing your hips and dragging your body back, his cock bottoming out inside you in a single thrust— your ears burn at the filthy squelch that comes from your abused cunt.
Taehyun has caged you in— his hands come down next to your head, his body pressing yours down until your face is pressed into the bed and your ass is in the air; he doesn't let you adjust when he starts fucking you, his hips snapping violently into you and drawing out a long, high pitched cry from you. He's panting into your ear, placing a sloppy kiss on your temple.
"Stay still and take it," your hands that were holding onto the sheets find Taehyun's hands, one reaching to lace your fingers with his while the other trails up, grabbing at his bicep to stabilize yourself— it's a short-lived attempt, because he's shifting to wrap his arm around your throat, locking your body in place for his cock. "There we go, such a good girl for me."
His muscles flex against your throat, and your mouth falls open, beginning to feel lightheaded, your hand holding onto his forearm— turning your head, your teeth sink into his bicep, and you hear him moan in your ear in response.
"Fuck— look at you, biting me like a cute little puppy," he grins, feeling your teeth sinking into his muscle again from the sheer overstimulation your mind is going through. "Feels good?"
Pulling away, you can't even bring yourself to be embarrassed at the spit that you've left on his skin— not when you're getting fucked this good. "Mh-hmm… t-too…"
"Too much?" he coos, his tone gentle and sickeningly sweet— his hold around your throat tightens, and he's using it as leverage to hoist the two of you up so that you're kneeling; the change in angle has your eyes rolling back and your head falling against his shoulder, feeling as though his cock is somehow even deeper.
"I know, I'm sorry baby," he says, beginning to piston into you from this new angle, "'m almost there, I promise."
Fuck, your mind screams at you, how the fuck is he still going?
Taehyun's hand is coy as it travels to your navel, pushing against your stomach to feel his cock plunging in and out of you before sneaking down to play with your clit once more— your thighs are trembling and if Taehyun weren't holding you up, you would've fallen in a boneless puddle against his bed by now. Instead, you're scrambling to hold onto him, grabbing his arm around your neck and holding onto his hips, your back arching away from him— only to create the perfect angle for him to fuck into you, that same, molten pleasure beginning to creep up on you.
"Fuck fuck fuck, Taehyun, oh god, I'm so— 'm so—"
"Yeah, fuck— hold on—" he's flipping you onto your back before pushing back in, holding your calves by his shoulders as he pushes in, "need to see you… cum on my cock, fuck. You're so pretty, baby."
It really feels like he might break you with this angle— your legs twitch and tremble as his holds them up, rolling his hips deep into your cunt, his eyes flickering back and forth from where his cock disappears inside you to your face, drunk on the sounds you make every time the tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot.
God, the view is already enough to make you cum— your eyes are hungry as you take in his body, his tanned skin dripping with sweat, carving lines down his chest and dripping into the crevices of his abs, his stomach clenching every time you squeeze around him; there's a blush that runs from his pecs to the tip of his ears, his brows furrowed with pleasure and his mouth parted as soft moans of your name leave him, canines digging into his bottom lip as he wills not to cum too soon. His eyes meet yours, dark and lustful, and you can't help yourself from hiding behind your hands, entirely overwhelmed.
"No— don't hide from me now," he throws your legs over his shoulders and closes in on you, folding you in half and continuing his cruel pace— he pries your hands from your face, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning them beside your head, his mouth inches away from yours. "I need to see you cum on my cock."
The air between you is charged and heated, and you're craning your head up to catch his lips, whining and moaning into his mouth as he brings you close to your climax; your nails dig into his hands, hips bucking up and chasing that peak that seems so overwhelmingly close— you're losing control of yourself, lost in the feeling of Taehyun— his warm body against yours, his hands that hold yours a little tighter, his thick cock that splits you open— and you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Taehyun, I'm gonna— gonna cum."
"Do it angel, I've got you— lemme feel it, c'mon—" it feels like time has gone still for a moment; your body arches off the bed, your breasts pressing against Taehyun's chest as you cum with a soft cry of his name, your cunt sucking him in and begging for more.
"'Atta girl… so pretty when you cum," he helps you ride it out, rolling his hips against yours, reaching down to trace soft circles on your clit until you're a trembling mess. He's peppering kisses all over your face, thrusting shallowly into you, pouting when you begin to whine. "I know baby, I know— I'm— I'm so close, just hold on a little more okay?"
"M'kay…" you mumble, feeling him smile against your lips, "Taehyun— cum inside me."
He groans, tracing his lips along your jaw. "Fuck— you can't be serious."
"I am," you can feel him twitching inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, "I want you to."
"Y-yeah? Want my cum?" he's so close, you can feel him losing control as he fucks into you— you nod, tilting your head to give him better access, "say please."
"Can you cum inside me?" you whine, breathless, "please? Please, I want you to fill me up…"
"Fuck. Of course baby, so cute when you beg," his head falls to the crook of your neck, his hips stilling deep inside you— his cock twitches and his hips subtly rut into you as he cums, hot and thick and endless as he pumps it into you, a thick ring forming at the base— his weight sinks you into the mattress, and all you can do is lie there and let him use your body to ride it out, his teeth nipping at your neck as he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder; you're tilting your head to rest against his, the two of you a panting, sweaty mess.
His grip on your hands loosens, and you're slipping from his hold to snake your arms around him, your nails scratching along his back while your other hand tangles into his dark hair, scratching his scalp— you'd almost think he were about to purr with the way he leans into your touch, his hands sneaking under your back to pull you up and flush against him.
It's silent; your body is cooling down, and you're turning your head to the side to look out his window— it's gotten so late.
"Stay." He grumbles, "sleep here."
You let out a deep breath, nodding. "I will."
"Good…" he's trailing off, his voice softening as he nuzzles your skin. "I don't think i would've had the energy to drive you back."
You laugh softly, feeling Taehyun's hold on you tighten, as though afraid you'd slip away. But you remain still, dragging your nails along his scalp and feeling him melt against you. There's a calm bliss that washes over you, and you think what little high you had left is fading. Taehyun turns his head, kissing the crook of your neck to get your attention.
"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he says, and you roll your eyes and hum. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. I wanna get to know you better."
You can feel butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, pressing your lips together to stop a giddy laugh from escaping you. You take a moment to ensure your voice is even before you speak.
"Take me on a date then."
He nods immediately. "Deal."
It's quiet again— your touch is gentle on Taehyun's skin as the two of you catch your breath; slowly, you feel his breath even out, his head burrowing deeper into your neck. He's falling asleep, you realize, tapping his shoulder and watching him flinch.
"Taehyun…"
"Hmm?"
"You're still inside me… I'm so sticky," you say, hearing him mumble a soft 'oh'. "And I squirted on your face."
Silence.
"Oh yeah." Taehyun doesn't seem to be nearly as bothered by that fact as you are. "I'll draw us a bath."
Instead of acting on his words, Taehyun lingers in your arms, nuzzling against your skin— you catch him dozing off once more before he's finally getting up with a reluctant groan, as though the thought of leaving your side pained him; you're happily resigned to follow him, allowing him to pamper you for the rest of the night.
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Pairing ✨ Professor Seungcheol x Female Student OC
Synopsis ✨ The day has finally arrived. Your masters is over, Seungcheol is moving to a different university to become head of faculty and so now you're left with only one thing you need to do. Prove to a certain someone that the hot professor has always been entirely and undoubtedly yours.
Genre ✨ established relationship, smut, fluff
Plot warnings ✨ can be read as a stand alone but it is the third story for these two (others are linked below), non-serious threats of violence (a given with this OC because people still will not leave her hot professor alone), Seungcheol spirals massively thinking she doesn't love him anymore, jealously, possessive OC (and Seungcheol tbh), professor x student dynamic (she's a masters student), age gap (he's 35- she's 25), very smut heavy
Smut warnings ✨ a very pouty Seungcheol for like a minute, he's big (fact.), sex in a stationary cupboard (it's a big one), a lot of bickering before/ during and after sex, a lot of purposely pissing each other off, both of them are battling to be in charge and yet neither of them are- they're just horny, semi public sex/ public sex (it's just one person but they're both well aware they can be heard) so I suppose exhibitionism?, unprotected sex, p in v sex, he ties her wrists with his tie for part of it, hair pulling (f.receiving), slight marking, slight nipple play and hint at lactation kink (it isn't overtly mentioned and it's the briefest hint), a new found breeding kink for both of them?, references to past and future anal sex (m.receiving), creampie, very over exaggerated dirty talk and moaning (they're doing it on purpose), some fluffy aftercare but then back to the bickering
Word count ✨ 7k
a/n ✨ I felt like these two needed a proper ending and I just really love their dynamic so much.
I've been on a roll recently and I've really gotten back into writing going to & from work on the train (god bless privacy screens and big commutes) so I'm just riding this wave whilst I'm loving writing again, hence why I've been uploading quite close together (sorry).
I've very nearly finished a Joshua fic and another Cheol one, so if you'd like to be tagged the link to the form is on my main page 🩷
Vanilla → Who's Vanilla Now Professor?
“You’re up to something.” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at you as he places his coffee back on the table.
“No I’m not.”
He assesses you, you know he doesn’t believe you and he’s not wrong. You are up to something. You’ve been up to something since you’d overheard two of your classmates having a whispered conversation two days ago.
“Can’t we just enjoy this last day?”
“Oh I fully intend to enjoy it,” You smirk into your coffee mug as Seungcheol eyes you warily.
“You scare me sometimes, you know?”
“In a good way?”
“I’m not sure,” he ponders whilst he takes a bite of toast, your smile only making him even more suspicious.
Your masters is over and thankfully you've found a job a little easier than you’d expected. In a few weeks you’d begin working at the local paper as a junior journalist and be done with university forever. Well, that is apart from Seungcheol moaning about deadlines and students who never hand in assignments on time. Although he will now be doing that at a new university. A head of faculty position came up at a university just outside of town and he was lucky enough to get the job, though you'd told him a million times it's them that's lucky to have him. It’s a little more of a commute but it’s only ten minutes away from your work so you can grab lunch a couple of times a week.
Both of you were excited for this new chapter in your lives but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss the dynamic you have. You don’t travel to and from university together but you’d gotten used to seeing him around campus every day and having his lessons three times a week. Yes, you live together and have for ages, but it’ll be odd to not know he’s around. That if you're having a really bad day you can go to his office and vent about what's annoying you.
One thing you won’t miss though is a certain someone who has always made you want to commit the most grotesque crimes known to mankind.
Jihoo.
Although ironically, Jihoo is the reason that Seungcheol has spent the whole morning, whilst you ate breakfast, looking more and more concerned about what you might be planning. Not that he has any idea it has anything to do with her, why would he? You never told him what you overheard. But you’ll be damned if you don’t teach that spiteful little teacher's pet a lesson she’ll never forget.
Two days ago:
“You are the only one in class he seems to be drawn to."
"Of course I am, have you seen the others in that class? All of them would struggle to win best in show at a dog show let alone manage to bag someone like him. Seriously he's lucky I'm there to relieve his eyes from the creatures taking up the seats.”
You don't condone calling other women bitches. But you'll make an exception for Jihoo. Wouldn't win best in show?! And creatures?! You knew she was a dick but you didn't think she was that cruel.
“He's into you, I can feel it."
You've no idea who this other woman is but she'll feel something soon. Mainly, your palm on her cheek. And not in a hot way.
“I know," you can hear Jihoo’s smirk even through the bathroom cubicle, “I'm going to wait until the last day. It's a stupid rule if you ask me, no relationships between students and professors, but I think that's the only reason he's not made a move yet, he's worried about us getting found out."
She can't be serious? Maybe she's talking about some other professor that's unlucky enough to have her in their classes. She cannot be talking about your Seu……
"This time next year, I'll probably be Mrs Professor Choi.” Her and her little lap dog both squeal and you're so shocked you almost fall off the toilet.
You'll kill her. And her friend. You don't care if it means Seungcheol having to visit you in prison, at least he still won't be hers. For two years you've sat and watched her bat her eyelashes and ogle your man and you just won't stand for it anymore.
“So are you going to talk to him after class?"
“It's a morning class though," she sighs and you can imagine her checking herself out in the mirror, “and he'll still technically have classes I suppose. I'm going to go back after last class. Then we can be honest with each other, then he won't technically be staff here anymore.”
Oh you'll be honest with her. She doesn't stand a chance. And you're going to show her that in the only way you know how.
Seungcheol may be the professor. But it's you that's going to teach her a lesson.
Seungcheol is sitting behind his desk when you enter the class. It's your first and last of the day. The last day of being a student entirely and, although you've got a plan for later today, you can't help the slight bounce in your step from excitement of all this finally being done.
Amazingly, because it's normally Jihoo, you're the first in the class. Though you know there's some of your classmates not far behind you so you can't do anything untoward. Seungcheol rushes from his chair regardless and peaks through the door to check if there's anyone coming whilst he grabs your hand.
“Last class then." He smiles softly.
"Hm-mm,” you grin.
"I'm so proud of you _____. I'm so proud to be your boyfriend." He kisses your forehead, his hands stroking your cheeks.
"Thank you," you reply with your hands on his arms as he continues to hold your cheeks, “I'm proud of you too y’know. Head of faculty at 35 is pretty good going Professor Choi.”
"You can show me how proud you are later.” He smirks though jumps back when he hears the door opening.
You rush off to your seat but send him a wink, or try to at least, causing Seungcheol to hold back a laugh at your feeble attempt.
You thought he'd forgotten that you seemed to be up to something this morning. But from the way his eyes dart to yours the second Jihoo walks in the room, he's clearly expecting something.
She does as she always does though. Waltzes in and makes a point of walking up to Seungcheol.
“Morning professor. I got you this." And she hands him a bag with something in it.
“I've told you Jihoo, you don't need to bring me food if we have a morning class. I've eaten already, twice actually."
You smirk into your hand and pretend to not be listening to their little interaction. You know what he means by that. He's eaten you this morning just before he ate his actual breakfast.
“I know I don't need to, I like doing it. I got you the almond croissant because I know they're your favourite." She says much too loudly like she's trying to gloat about it to the rest of the class. All she gets though is surreptitious eyerolls.
“Thank you Jihoo." He says, though there's no true feelings behind it. And hates almonds. So more fool her.
She swishes over to her desk, her false smile only being met with blank stairs of indifference and sits down, taking out everything she'll need and waiting patiently with her pen for Seungcheol to start the class.
"Ok everyone, I know……." You try not to groan when someone's hand flies into the air, “Yes. Jihoo." He tries to smile though you know he's already had enough of her.
“As the student representative for the class,"
When the fuck did that happen? You wonder whether it's just you that missed that happening but everyone else is exchanging confused looks too. So clearly she's just gone full dictator and decided it herself.
"I would just like to say that it has been an honour to be taught by such a wonderful teacher." Ass licker you think to yourself as you try not to look at her.
Seungcheol obviously is expecting you to glare at her, he thought that today would be the day that you finally put her in her place. He thought that's why you were being so odd. But you're not even looking over with your usual glare. You're just indifferent and if anything, that worries him more.
“Thank you and……”
"AND,” does she have no manners?! "As a thank you. We, well mainly me," she chuckles with her hand on her chest, “have bought you this."
Well it would only be her. You didn't know about it. And everyone looking horrified shows nobody knew about it.
“Er," he looks around the class, “thank you? It's been a pleasure teaching you, teaching all of you I mean." He adds in when Jihoo’s face lights up, presuming he only means her.
He glances at you again, hoping to enjoy your glaring, but just like before, you're just sitting quite happily at your desk waiting for the lesson to start.
This is very odd, Seungcheol thinks to himself. Do you not care that Jihoo is quite clearly flirting with him anymore? He loves how territorial you are over him, how protective you are of your relationship. And yet now you don't seem to care at all.
You've been together for years, before you even decided to do your masters. You were young when you met, he knew that. But 9 years isn't that big an age gap, although twenty one and thirty did feel a bit too big a stretch at the beginning.
It never felt weird though. You were made for each other, you just worked well together, right from the beginning. He knows you're the love of his life and he knows you feel the same. At least he thought he did but now you're happily letting this wannabe home wrecker flirt with him and you're not even sending her the normal daggers.
This is weird. And it's beginning to freak him out.
Maybe now you're coming to the end of this chapter of your life, you're coming to the end of Seungcheol too?
Well. He won't stand for it. He'll lock you in the wardrobe if he needs to until you see sense. You're not dropping him now. He knows he won't be able to function properly without you his life. And he won't let you just throw it away now you've moved on to a new stage in life.
He doesn't focus on the lesson after that, he just goes through the motions.
You're both lost in your own little worlds. Seungcheol in a world where he is dying alone, nobody around his deathbed aside from nurses who don't know him. And then you, completely lost in what you know is coming and with not a care in the world for the spiral your boyfriend is currently spinning down.
If you've timed everything correctly, and you're certain you have, this should all work like clock work. You know from overhearing the coven meeting Jihoo talking to her friend, that she intends to go to his classroom after final classes have finished. You know from Seungcheol that he doesn't have anything during his last two classes today. But he does have a little get together with the faculty before their final lessons of the day. They had leaving drinks a couple of days ago so you know once he's done with their little get together today, he has nothing else planned.
He was expecting you to go home. That's what you'd normally do if you had no classes. And that's what you did do, you had lunch with a couple of friends from your other classes and then headed home. But that was literally just to shower and to change because you've headed straight back to campus to set your little plan into action.
So now you’re waiting just past his classroom, hoping he won't see you from your watch post and hoping Jihoo doesn't arrive at the wrong time.
You hear him before you see him, promising to meet up with one of the older professors that you know he hates. But his fake promise of a drink in a few weeks helps you, because you can hear him getting closer without having to expose yourself to him just yet.
His door opens and closes and you take a moment to lean against the wall and take a deep breath. You're not nervous, you’re more excited to get your own back on that annoying idiot after two years of wanting to throw things at her in class.
You open his door slowly, hoping he won't hear you. It won't really matter if he does but you'd just rather have the element of surprise when you're a bit closer to him.
Perhaps sky high heels weren't the best idea you've ever had if you also wanted to walk in stealth mode but you somehow manage and your favourite professor doesn't realise you're there until it's too late.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!" He tries to look around on his spinny chair to see who the hell has decided to move him whilst he's trying to pack his bag. “_____?!"
“Yes professor?" You ask, like dragging a professor around on his wheely chair is totally normal.
“What the hell are you doing?!"
“Putting you in your stationary cupboard." You respond as though it should be obvious.
In the two years you've been in his classes, you'd never utilised this stationary cupboard. Which is a travesty when you consider it could probably hold about six people and it has no windows. It's the perfect spot. Yet when you've fooled around it's been in the classroom. Or that time under his desk.
"Why?!” He demands as you open the door to it and drag him in, "you could've just asked me to get up, you didn't need to drag me. Is this how you're going to break up with me? Just leave me here to rot?!”
You stop in shock, the door closing behind you, him sort of gliding into the middle of the cupboard on his own and you're both plunged into the darkness.
"Break up?!” You screech as you turn the light on. Not that it really adds much light, the light bulb must be ancient and it's more like candle light. But you can see him and that's what matters.
"You didn't glare at her this morning. Do you not love me anymore?"
"Of course I love you!”
"She was flirting with me _____, even more than normal and you just let her.” He folds his arms and looks away.
"I just zoned her out. I had more important things to think about.”
"More important than us?”
"I was thinking about us.” You pull the belt a little on your trench coat subconsciously.
“What?"
His eyes widen as he realises what you're wearing. It's far removed from the casual clothes you had on earlier. In fact he swears he's never seen that coat before in his life. But then, he wouldn't have. You ordered it whilst you were still on the toilet in the thirty seconds between Jihoo leaving with her little leech and you forming this plan.
"What are you doing?” He narrows his eyes at you, much like he did at breakfast.
"Making our last day one to remember.”
Your smirk is devilish as you undo the belt to the trench coat and let it fall to the floor. Seungcheol's jaw falls to the floor along with it when he realises you've walked through campus in nothing but a coat and sky high heels.
“Do you remember when you called me vanilla?"
He’s not listening. He's just staring at your naked body and the way you somehow look even hotter now you only have six inch heels on.
“That was," he licks his lips as you move your hair and the action makes your tits move a little, “that was ages ago. And you made your point."
“But you said I'd never fuck in public."
“I say a lot of things,” he dismisses you, "come here.”
"Do you remember you said I'd never fuck in public?" You press again.
“Yes!" He answers distractedly, palming himself over his pants with his eyes on your pussy rather than your face.
“I just wanted to check if you remembered, that's all."
“Is that what this is, you proving your point again?"
“It will be."
He doesn't catch what you say or what you mean, just hums and decides he's tired of waiting for you to move. He drags himself along the floor on his chair, obviously forgetting he has fully functioning legs and stops right infront of you, his eyes level with your pussy.
“This is what you’ve been planning?”
“Mostly,” you shrug like you don’t want to pounce on him.
“So this is the reason you didn’t pay attention in your last lesson of your whole education,” his fingers wander up and down your thighs now you’re standing between his spread legs, “you were too busy thinking about kidnapping the professor?”
“It’s hardly kidnap when we’re still in your classroom,” you reply though he knows his tantalising fingers are affecting you from your goose bumped skin.
“So what’s your plan now?” His puppy dog eyes look up at you as he leaves little kisses all over your stomach.
Oh. You stare down at his chair, there is just one slight flaw in your plan.
“Does that chair have brakes?”
“Why?” You feel him smirk into your skin.
“Because I imagined this going a certain way but I forgot your chair had wheels.”
“You’ve just wheeled me in here.”
“Can we not do this now? I’m on a tight schedule.”
He frowns at you but decides kissing painfully close to your dripping pussy is a far better use of his brain power than figuring out what the hell you’re talking about.
“It’s got brakes.” His kisses just above where you ache for him, exactly where he knows it will annoy you most. “What…..w-what the fuck?!”
You don’t give him a chance to think, just wheel him back to the middle of the room and kneel down to undo his belt.
“Lift your ass up,” You roll your eyes when he doesn't move for you.
“You’re so badly behaved. It’s bad enough you ignored my lesson, kidnapped me and now you’ve forgotten basic manners?”
“Do you want this or not?” You bark at him, you’re already getting pissed off because you had no fucking idea it was so hard to kneel down comfortably in stilettos.
“I want you to say please.”
A stand off ensues. Both of you refusing to break eye contact. You on the floor butt naked other than satan's shoes and him in his chair looking like a toddler in a suit. The trouble is though, you really don’t have time for this if you want this to play out like you hope it does.
“Please professor, can you lift your perfect ass so that I can take your big dick out and ride it like a pony?”
“That depends.” He says arrogantly.
“On what?!”
“Did you get me a gift? Jihoo got me a gift and a croi…….. Don’t do that!!”
“Why?” you ask as you stand up and reach to get your coat.
“I thought I was being ridden like a pony.” He whines.
“That was before you annoyed me. Now I’m going home to ride my dildo like a pony and you can organise your pens or whatever the fuck you do in this overly large stationary cupboard.”
“Put that coat on and I won’t touch you for a week.” His voice suddenly turns cold and you will yourself to remain stoic.
“Oh please,” you scoff, though don’t move to actually put the coat on, “you can’t help yourself. You’re just an old simp.”
He throws himself out of his chair, his suit jacket thrown clumsily on one of the shelves and his pants and underwear discarded in the blink of an eye as soon as he has his shoes off. He takes his shirt off and if you were paying attention you’d realise he’s still got his tie in his hands. But you don’t, because your eyes are drawn to the rather massive elephant in the room.
“Right.” He flops back down into the chair, his dick bouncing as he does, “Happy? Come here.”
“No,”
“For fucks sake I was only joking about her!”
“It’s not that. Socks,” You glance down at his feet. You’d barely even noticed his dick until he sat down because there is no way in hell you’re fucking someone who's wearing pokemon day of the week socks. They’re not even the right day.
“You’re ridiculous,” he glares as he reaches down to take his socks off, “you know that?”
“And yet you’re still rock hard for me.”
“And yet you’re still dripping down your thighs.” He smiles sarcastically at you as you glance down and realise he’s right. “I’m tired of this.” He scoots over to you again and stops directly in front of you, glowering as he reaches down to put the brakes on. “Hands.”
“What?” You give him a startled look.
“Give me,” he lifts his tie up, “your hands.”
This you weren’t expecting. You just thought it’d be simple. You’d ride him, he’d get too worked up like he always does and he’d end up bouncing you on his dick like an overenthusiastic jack in the box.
You turn around and hold your wrists out behind you, your heart pounding and hands shaking a little in excitement as his hands grope your ass now it’s directly in front of him.
“Good girl,” he smirks as he binds your wrists with the silk tie, “I don’t know what you thought you were doing baby, waltzing in here like it was your right, like you were the one in charge in this classroom.” He tests that you’re secure before making himself comfortable in the chair.
“Go on then,” he leans back, his arms resting on the chair arms like he isn’t waiting for you to ride him.
“You’re not going to do anything first?” Your turn around.
“You’re already fucking soaked, don’t act like you can’t take it baby.”
“I was just asking,” you mumble.
Seungcheol holds your hips as you straddle him, he may be in one of those moods but he’s not going to let you hurt yourself for the sake of this and your obscene shoes. It’s only when you’re in position and he’s lazily holding his dick so you can lower yourself onto it, that you realise this is going to be fucking awkward to do.
You’re in huge heels, your hands are behind your back and so you’re not best placed to slowly move yourself up and down his much too big dick repeatedly until you’re fully impaled. And one look at him tells you he figured this out long before you did.
It’s not like you’re not used to the size of him, you are. Mostly. But just taking him in one go, in heels and with wrists bound? It feels more like a squid game challenge than the simple fuck you’d envisaged.
You take a deep breath and with Seungcheol positioning his dick in one hand and holding your hip in the other, you lower yourself down onto him.
The stretch burns but in a familiarly pleasurably way. He’s the only man that’s ever made you feel this sort of beautiful burn and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the way it stings slightly as your boyfriend's big dick feels like it breaks you in two.
“Doing so good for me,” He tries to soothe you through gritted teeth. If you’ll never get used to the size of him, he’ll definitely never get used to how it feels as your pussy slowly drags him further and further into your snug, warm walls.
Your calves are burning from how slowly you’re trying to lower yourself down because you can’t hold onto him or to anything.
Fuck it, it’ll burn for like a second but think of how great it’ll feel when you’re so full of him you can’t breathe properly. And so you just go for it.
“Fuck!!” You both cry out in unison when you just let yourself sit on him in one swift movement.
“Why are you so fucking big?” You grumble as you try to take deep breaths, your head resting on his shoulder.
“Then I can fuck you so well that you’re so tired, you stop being fucking weird for two mintues,”
“You’ll be sorry you said that.” You lift your head to challenge him.
“Oh yeah?”
“I ordered a strap last week that’s the exact same size as you. You won’t be so fucking cocky when you’re crying because my big dick is streching your ass so much that you can’t even think straight.”
You ward off a smirk when he tries to act like that hasn’t had any effect on him. But his dick gives him away, you feel him twitch inside you.
“You like that idea? You’re always so pathetic when it comes to your ass Seungcheol. You’re such a……Owww!” You whine, your whole body jolting when he pulls your hair back and sucks a mark onto your neck.
“Aren’t,” you sigh in pleasure, “aren’t you too old for hickies?”
You know you’re annoying him but these marks will only make all of this even more enjoyable in the end.
He doesn’t answer, just pulls your hair again so the other side of your neck is presented to him and sucks another harsh mark.
“Move,” He sits back in his chair with an arrogant look on his face that makes you unknowingly clench around him.
“Say please,” Why are you doing this? You’re desperate to move and yet you’re still trying to act like you have any authority in a situation, where your hands are already out of action and you’re completely beholden to him.
“Don’t then,” He puts his hands behind his head, looking completely disinterested.
You glance at the clock. You haven’t got time for this.
“I knew you wouldn’t hold out for long,” he chuckles as your hips slowly start grinding on him.
Oh. Well you didn’t expect that, you might need to wear heels more often for days you feel like taking a ride on his office chair. Your feet are easily cemented on the floor and if anything they’re helping you move a little easier than normal and he feels like he’s almost hitting even deeper because of it. You’re struggling to even care that you can’t hold onto anything, your hips speed up and eventually you feel him hit that epic spot inside you so hard that you turn to fully bouncing on him just to feel him hit it even harder.
“Look at you _____, finished top of all your classes but forget anything and everything the second you can bounce on my big dick,”
You’re not listening to him and you don’t care what he’s saying, you bounce away on his dick with not a care in the world. Your juices dripping down on him only make the sound of your ass landing on his thighs even louder as you throw your head back in pleasure and the room is filled with a loud wet smacking sound.
“Oh sorry,” he continues on like he’s just having an everyday conversation, “I mean most of your classes. Someone beat you in mine.”
Your blood boils but instead of rising to it and giving him a piece of your mind like you know he wants, you channel that anger into fucking yourself onto him even harder, determined to stop his ability to speak from the way you’re riding him then he’ll shut the fuck up.
“Jesus,” he finally loses his act and his jaw clenches from how fucking good you feel.
“Professor Choi,” you hear an annoying perfect voice in the distance.
“Fuck,” he sits bolt up right and grabs your hips to slow you a little, “baby I think I heard someone.” He whispers.
But something wicked takes over you. Even more wicked than you expected. Because you knew she’d be here, you knew what was going to happen. But now it’s actually happening, you feel like you want to do one of those overly sinister cackles that villains always do in films whilst you ride his dick.
You stop bouncing and fully ride him like a woman possessed, his hands trying to slow you but they can’t. This is what you’ve been waiting for, this exact moment is what you’ve been thinking about for two whole days.
“Professor Choi?” The voice sounds a little closer now, presumably close enough that they’ll soon be able to hear you leaking all over the hot professor's perfect dick and close enough that soon they’ll be able to hear him cum in you and prove once and for all just who he belongs to.
“_____? There’s someone here!” He whisper shouts, obviously panicking.
You lean back, your hips still moving quick, your tits boucing and breathing ragged but you’re not too tired to smirk at him.
“I don’t care.”
“Professor Choi?” The nearby voice sounds concerned now, like she knows he’s here and maybe realises what he’s doing but not really believing it, “It’s me Jihoo. Are you here?”
You watch, your pussy still slamming down on his dick and making sure all you can hear is his brain working and your sopping cunt, as realisation dawns on Seungcheol.
“You knew,” he tries not to moan when you clench around him but he can’t help it, you feel too fucking good, “you knew she was going to be here?”
“Maybe,” You go back to bouncing to make sure she truly hears just how incredible her perfect Professor Choi really feels. It's truly obscene just how loudly you're smacking yourself down onto him.
“Oh my god baby your big dick feels so fucking good!!!!” You moan much too loudly, trying not to laugh at yourself or his look of horror. “I’m gonna cum professor all over your big dick!!!!!!”
You can’t help yourself and it’s at that moment that Seungcheol’s brain finally catches up with him. Sure, he’d realised you knew she’d be here, that much was obvious. But he was right, you are going to finally put her straight, just not like he thought. He presumed you’d shout, or give him an overly dramatic kiss at the end of class. He didn’t think you’d truly prove to her that he’s yours.
Something animalistic takes hold of him. You want to claim him so much as yours but he’s never stopped to realise just how much he wants to do the same. He’s spent two years watching this woman upset you, to go out of her way to put the whole class down with her entitled ways. But he’s seen how you’ve doubted yourself every so often because of her. So fuck it, between the pair of you, you can show her that sometimes, well sometimes, she doesn’t always get what she wants.
“Baby?" He whispers and you look at him straight away, even stopping your over dramatic moaning you were putting too much effort into, “do you want me to untie your hands? You might need to hold on,"
You frown at him but before you can even stop your bouncing he's whipped the tie off, grabbed hold of your hips and slammed you down onto his dick just as he thrusts up.
“Fucking hell!!!" You're not even trying to put it on now, he's just hit deeper inside you than he ever has in all your years together.
"That's it baby, does it feel good when I bounce you on my fat dick?”
You can't answer. If you speak you're certain it's just going to be all wobbly, he's bouncing you around on his dick so much that all you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride.
“Answer me ______!!!" He says your name so loudly and so proudly that you can't help but clench around him, moaning when a fresh wave of arousal leaves you making everything even louder.
"Yes Seungcheol i-it feels so good, want you to c-cum inside me,”
You smile through your ecstacy when he moans so loudly, and so ridiculously, that you're certain someone heard him in the next town.
"Yeah? Maybe,” he hammers his dick into you again and again, the chair squeaking and brakes presumably holding on for dear life as his hips move painfully quick, "want me to fill you up? How about,” you're just babbling, the only thing you're really focussing on is how fucking good he feels, "I fill you up properly? Make sure nobody ever forgets who you belong to?”
Fuck do you like that idea, making sure that everybody knows you're each others.
"I could fuck a baby into you,”
He could do what?! Yeah you've spoken about kids in the future but never seriously. And not during sex. But why does that turn you on so much? Why are you dribbling down his balls even more and thrusting your hips so they help his movements?
“We could," he grunts, “turn the spare bedroom into a nursery. Fuck you'd look so good, so full of me all the time. Everyone knowing I did that to you."
Well you're not sure whether you and Seungcheol will ever have kids but at least you've both discovered your breeding kink together. It's like couples bonding.
“Imagine it _____," he exaggerates your name again, “everywhere, so full." His lips wrap around one of your nipples, his hips still pistoning into you.
“Fuck," you cry, “Cheol I'm gonna cum,"
“Me too baby, you feel so fucking good, always so fucking good,"
And with his hands bruising your hips, the idea of him fucking a baby into you and his lips now wrapped around your other nipple, gently sucking on it in complete juxtopistion from how ruthless his hips are, you cum all over his dick. Your body shaking, your voice wobbling from the force he's keeping and any thought of Jihoo completely gone. All you can think about now is how much you want him to cum in you, the idea of him making you his in a whole new way only drawing your orgasm out for longer.
The groan Seungcheol lets out and the warm, almost homely feeling that buzzes through you when he cums makes the end of your orgasm feel even better. His hips move sloppily as he empties himself deep inside you, his eager mouth still sucking like it's soothing him after one hell of an orgasm.
But eventually his hips slow, his hands loosen and change to soothing rubs on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck and gaze at him in awe.
“That's new." You smile, kissing the tip of his nose.
“I don't know where it came from," he says softly, “do you think she's still here. I forgot she was there half way through."
“No idea, don't really care. I love you Seungcheol," you smile, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. One he happily hums into and wraps his arms around your waist.
“I love you too, but," he smiles when you frown a little, “can I ask how you intend to get home, are you wearing your coat and heels?" He grins, hoping he's caught you out.
“You underestimate me so much?"
“Not at all," he holds you closer and makes you groan, “just want to check whether I need to watch out for any strong gusts of wind."
“I brought clothes with me." You roll your eyes, though wince slightly when you stand up and he slips out of you, his cum along with it.
“Hold on, I think there's some paper towels the janitor used to keep in here."
“You really know how to treat a lady," you muse, watching him stand up and enjoying the way his back looks when he reaches for the top shelf.
“Hey," he kneels down to clean you up a bit, “what can I say, this old simp likes to be a gentleman."
Once you're cleaned up, you hand him the clothes you brought for him too.
“You really did think of everything didn't you?" He smiles as he puts the sweats on you've brought him.
“That, professor, I did."
You smugly put the sweater on you've brought and drag some sweat pants on, waiting for him to notice what you're wearing.
“Are you serious?"
“What?" You turn around innocently once your much more comfortable shoes are on.
“That’s the only sweater you could find?"
“I wear it at home."
“It's got a hole in it, you never wear it outside the apartment."
“Well I felt like it." You shrug innocently.
“You just felt like wearing my old university rugby sweater? Just felt like wearing something that has my name on the back of it?"
“Yes." You say matter of factly and shove your heels and coat into your bag.
“I love you, you know." He crashes into you, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder.
"I love you too. Are you ready to go?”
"I am. Fuck,” he holds you a little closer, "I can't wait for this new chapter you know. Both of us moving on but together.”
"You're not annoyed with me?” You ask quietly.
"Why would I be?” He makes you turn to him, his brows knitted together in concern.
"For all this,” you gesture to the room.
"I couldn’t give a fuck about what she heard or what she didn't. She's been a complete ass for two years. She shouldn't be going into people's classrooms when she's not been invited in.”
"Ok,”
"______,” he makes you look at him, "I'm not mad. I fucking love you and this whole thing has been so hot. How could I be mad? I get to go home with the woman I love and look forward to better things.”
"You're sure.” You pout a little.
"I'm so sure. Now let me treat you to dinner.”
"We’re hardly dressed for dinner.” You snicker, reaching for your bag.
"Burgers in the car? We can listen to that podcast you've been droning on about and make out on the backseat."
"Paper towels and burgers. How can I resist?!” You say sarcastically and laugh when he playfully spanks your ass.
"Wait,” he smashes into you when you stop at the door without opening it, "do you think she's out there?” You whisper.
"Isn't that what you wanted?”
"I didn't think about after. Oh my god do you think she's called the police?!” You whisper shout.
"It's not illegal for a couple to fuck in a cupboard.”
"But maybe she knew, we knew she was there.”
"Again. Isn't that what you wanted?”
"But isn't that illegal? Having sex in front of other people?”
"Are you ill?”
"What?”
"Why would it be illegal to have sex in front of people? Never heard of a cuck chair? And I didn't say she could come in here. She's barged in on two people having sex. Just chill out,”
"You won't be saying that from your cell,”
He doesn't listen, just shoves you out the way with his hip and opens the door. He pokes his head through, checking nobodies there and then opens it a bit wider when he knows it's just you two.
“See," he holds his hand out for you, “just me, you and our new breeding kink. Oh my god do you think…..”
"No.” You stop him before he starts, with a finger on his lips.
"You don't know what I'm going to say.” He mumbles against your finger.
"I do. And I'm not ordering another strap, we've got a store at this point and I'm not putting shit in it. Imagine the mess.” You walk off and out of the classroom, knowing he'll catch you up once he's got his bags.
"I give it a week,” he runs up behind you as you leave the building, "and there'll be a delivery man, with another sex toy, at our door."
"Maybe,” you grumble as you walk together, Seungcheol still with his arm around your shoulder, "she's there.” You whisper, "well don't look idiot!”
"Well how could I know who you mean without looking?”
You both glance out the corner of your eyes and the sight makes you feel more smug than you ever have. Jihoo, surrounded by her little minions, clearly furious and all of them glaring over as you and the hot professor strut past them towards the car. Your plan couldn't have worked out better. Now there's no doubt in the world that her hot professor was never hers. He's only ever been yours. And you his.
"Pleased with yourself?” He grins, kissing you on the cheek.
"Is she still looking?”
He glances behind him quickly and nods, just as you both get to the car.
"Good.” You pull him by his hoody and crash your lips into his, revelling in the way all of their eyes burn into the back of your head and how Seungcheol straight away grabs your ass to bring you closer to him.
"Just so you know,” you give him one last kiss before he opens the trunk for you to put your bags in, "I'm very pleased with myself.”
He smiles and closes the trunk but neither of you move just yet.
"Are you ready to go Mr Head of Faculty?”
"I think we better had,” he spots someone in the distance, "the Dean is over there."
You both panic and throw yourselves into the car, laughing to yourselves and knowing that you're driving away from these past two years and into a completely different, more exciting phase in your life. Together. And now everyone knows it.
genre social media au, college romance, slow burn, meet cute
Taehyun lives in his own world of academics and deadlines. But his hyper-focus is completely derailed when a shy first-year student starts slipping anonymous notes onto his daily coffee orders.
