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taesan x femreader w: smut, drunk taesan, y/n is lowkey dumb/clueless, phone sex, y/n is unaware at first, masturbation (male), no sub/dom dynamics, swearing, use of taesan's real name (dongmin) | wc: 756 | might have typos | english isn't my first language | mdni

"hello?" you answered the phone after a long yawn, the clock hitting 1:35 a.m., rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. you didn't even checked who was the one who called.

at the other end of the line you could hear some heavy breathing along with faint murmurs, immediately recognising your best friend's voice. taesan.

"min? are you okay?" you asked. the fact that he wasn't answering with words was worrying you, pulling you fully awake.

"mngh– y/nnnnn..." his words slurred, and you swear you could taste the tipsiness in his voice.

you sighed, realising he was just drunk, taking your nose's bridge between your fingers. "do you need me to pick you up?" you sat up on your bed, resting your head against the wall behind you.

"fuck– no, just k-keep talking." he rushed, and you grew more confused. his breath was going up and down, as if he just ran a marathon, against the phone's mic.

your brows frowned when he let out a small whimper. "are you sure you're okay? you sound hurt."

both taesan's hands clenched. one around his phone and the other around his dick, slowly pumping up and down as you talked.

deep down he felt bad, guilty for chasing his pleasure with your voice without you knowing. but at the same time he didn't really give a single fuck, doing a terrible job at swallowing down his moans.

he threw his head back against the cushion, having a better view of his throbbing dick and the three empty bottles of soju on the coffee table.

you shifted against the mattress, pressing your phone tighter to your ear. you swallowed hard when you heard another whimper coming from him.

"dongmin," you said again, way softer than you meant to. "talk to me. where are you?"

there was a pause. a long one. you could hear some fabric rustling along his hitching breath before he spoke again.

"home," he muttered, biting on his lower lip. "I'm home, just–" a sharp inhale cut him off. "just had a few drinks."

you smiled to yourself, shaking your head. thinking it was too obvious he was drunk. still, you couldn't quite figure out why he was so breathless.

on the other end of the line, taesan squeezed his eyes shut, starting to play with the redden tip of his dick. your voice, sleepy, concerned, warm, was doing things to him he didn't want to think too hard about.

he hated it. hated to think about you, his best friend, in this way. but he couldn't help it. every time you crossed his mind, his body seem heat up before he could catch up.

all these years watching you go out with other people, laughing with them, choosing them, wishing, every time, that it was him instead.

but still, he stayed quiet. saving his curses for the darkness of his room, where no one could hear it but him.

you hum quietly, more to fill the silence than anything else. it wasn't intentional, but on his line, taesan's breath stuttered like you've pressed onto him.

"...dongmin," you say again, slower this time. "what're you doing?"

he hissed, knowing he might got caught. "I'm li-listening." he answers, too fast. his voice cracking at the end mixing with the suspicious wet noises in the background.

that's when it clicks.

you shift again, the mattress creaking beneath you. you let out a sigh before talking. "what are you really doing?" you said lightly, almost teasing.

his throat goes dry, but it doesn't make him stop. "I didn't–" he cuts himself off with a loud moan, he couldn't pretend anymore. "I didn't think you'd pick up."

your name leaves his mouth again. slurred out, whiny, ruined by the way he says it. your grip tightens on the phone, heat going down to your core.

"d-dongmin.." you swallowed.

he groans quietly at the sound, like hearing his name from you is too much. his breathing turns uneven again.

your heart is beating faster now, heat pooling low despite yourself. you don't tell him to stop. you don't' tell him to keep going either. you just stay there, listening, pressing your thighs together at every little moan of his.

he exhales shakily, like he's barely holding himself together. you can hear the tension in it, the way he hesitates.

"...y/n," he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. he paused, heavy and charged, his breathing uneven against the mic.

"...would you help me out?"

@ilysungho this is for you! sorry it took so long lately it’s been so hard for me to lock in i hope you still want this 💔

3 different scenarios in which sungho puts his fingers in your mouth… ❤︎

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↝ the first time you ask to suck him off…

you and sungho can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other. your relationship is still in it’s infancy, which is why the two of you are always so eager to pounce on one another.

lately, something’s been on your mind.

sungho’s dick is big. you know it’s big. you can feel it when you sit in his lap, or when the two of you cuddle at night. any time you show any sign that you can feel it, he mumbles “sorry” and adjusts himself, but it’s not like you can just forget about what you’ve just felt or the mental pictures you’re starting to paint.

the next time you’re side by side in bed together, your legs interlocked and your head resting comfortably on his chest, you try and seize the opportunity while it’s in front of you. sungho hums softly when your hand rests on his thigh, but says nothing otherwise. not until you tracing your finger over the outline of the bulge in his pants.

he tenses, just slightly, and meets your eyes when you glance up at him. “what are you doing?”

“just touching you,” you say, blinking your eyes at him in that way you always do when you want something. he stares at you for a second, and then—to your surprise—he cups your face in his hand.

“is that what this is about?” he asks, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb. “do you really want to suck my dick that bad, bunny?” you nod eagerly, eyes sparkling at the mere thought of it. sungho thinks you look adorable.

he pushes his thumb past your lips, and you don’t protest the action at all, quietly sucking on his finger. if you close your eyes and let your mind drift, you can almost pretend this is the real thing. what you don’t know is that sungho knows you aren’t quite ready for him just yet. you will be, though, just with a little more practice.

monday are sungho's.

he's a good choice for monday. sweet, gentlemanly, always knows what he wants. tries to make it resemble something normal. brings you out on dates, gives you gifts that aren't always lingerie, and dresses you up in pretty dresses and clothes.

you never have to be the one to come up with surprises, and he's always somewhat tame. he'll sit you on his lap and make you grind onto his thighs until you're wet, trembling, and unsatisfied, and then he'll finally bring out his cock, all pretty and leaking with pre-cum. sometimes you beg to suck on it and he lets you, other times he completely ignores you and immediately bullies his tip into your begging hole, pushing in with a low groan. he makes you bounce on him, and when you're too tired he literally picks you up and slams you down on his cock, his veins on his arms prominent as he does so 🤤 sometimes he's into pinning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he presses into you, rutting into you against the wall and holding you up as he buries his face into your shoulder and whines about how good your pussy feels around him.

king of aftercare. he'll wipe you down with a warm towel and let you take your time in the shower if you need. if you ask him to join you he'll shyly dip in and act all shocked and surprised when you run your soapy hands up and down his broad shoulders and chest and abs and all the way down to his cock again, tugging on it as you go for round two in the steam ♡

tuesdays are reserved for woonhak.

camboy!taesan x viewer!femreader w: smut, masturbation (m, f), switch!taesan, subish!reader, overstimulation, dick slapping, nipple play (m), pet names (princess, angel, baby), taesan calls himself a slut, reader wastes her money on taesan, mention of mcr, dirty talk, multiple orgasms | wc: 984 | might have typos | eng isn't my first language | mdni author's note: wrote this in february 😭😭

"ah– fuck–! just like that..!"

you stare gawk at the screen, face blushing at the image of the man jerking off in your laptop.

he gets a donation, making him lean in to the screen, his hoodie sliding down. "t-thanks for the– ah, fuck– the f-five dollars, elytramia.." he thanked the donator with a whimper, hand squeezing his tip, dribbling down some of his precum over his hand.

he relaxes on the gaming chair once again, throwing his head back as he lifted his hoodie up until his chest, revealing his faint abs and firm chest.

you knit your brows together, feeling like a pervert for watching him even though it was literally his job.

"shit..feels s' good, princess.." he moans, half lidded eyes looking straight at the camera. your face blush once again, feeling heat pool down on your abdomen.

his moans and whimpers are so loud you can barely listen to the my chemical romance song playing on the background.

he teases his tip with his thumb as he does the same with his nipple on the other hand. he rolls his eyes back, overstimulated as he was on his third round by now. his cum from the previous rounds slipping from his thighs down to his seat, making you clench your thighs together at the sinful sight.

you reached for your laptop hesitantly, typing on the keyboard quickly "pls take the hoodie off plsss" with a 15 dollar donation.

he chuckles as he reads the donation popping on the screen. "so desperate~" he purrs before taking off the garment, throwing it on the bed behind him.

he is completely naked now that the fabric was gone. he settles back into the chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as one of his legs rests on the arm chair.

he grabs his cock with both hands this time, twisting his wrists up and down as his mouth opens in a O shape, small whines and whimpers slipping out of it.

"fuck, angel, I'm s' close– gon' make a mess fo' you, princess." he groans out, voice cracking a little at the end.

he bites his lower lip as he tries his best not to get louder, the chat immediately filling up with comments telling him to be as loud as possible.

he smirks, lip still between his teeth, slowing down the pace on his cock, edging himself. "mm...I dunno...if only someone would donate right now..." he hums low.

you quickly type on your laptop as soon as he stops touching himself, turning around on his chair to grab his hoodie. "pls don't stop, pls make a mess" you donate 150 dollars, the highest he ever received.

his eyes widens at the number, making sure to quickly read your username. he quickly sets the hoodie aside, hand quickly coming to wrap around his throbbing dick.

"fuck, y/n, you must like me a l-lot." he moans out, a smirk tugging on his trembling lips.

you bite your lower lip as he moans your name, quickly hugging your legs to ease some relief.

he gives an experimental slap on his sensitive tip, making him buck up his hips, thrusting into his fist. "ohmygod–!"

"fuck– 'm cumming, I'm cumming–!" he whines out, a strangled sound tearing from his throat as he shoots white stripes of semen onto his chest, some dribbling down to his thighs.

his pupils are blown as he tries to recover his breath, a soft pink crawling his cheeks. he giggles softly as he sees the amount of cum resting all over his torso.

he collects the whiteish goo with three fingers, taking them to show the camera, spreading his fingers a little. he smears it on his red tip, a small squeak escaping his lips at the sudden stimulation.

he glides his cum along the side of his veiny shaft, thighs trembling. "fuuuuck.." he groans as his hand goes back to pump his abused cock.

his pace quickens up as some donations popped on the screen, encouraging him to keep going, some even calling him a slut and he obviously moaned in response.

"s-shit– yes, fuck, 'm a slut...your slut, f-fuck–!" he whimpers with absolutely no one in his mind, only his precious viewers <3

your heart hammers as you stare at the screen, a hand going under your pjs shorts, cupping your cunt and feeling the wet patch on your panties.

you pull your panties aside, slowly introducing a finger inside your pussy. fuck, you wished it was him instead.

you match his quick pace, your palm hitting your throbbing clit with each thrust, causing small whines to fall of your lips.

"fuck, baby, are you touching y-yourself?" he groans immediately as if he was watching you through your laptop's lens.

you whine in response. "fuck that pretty pussy for me, can you?" he moans, he free hand going back to tease his tip, the nail of his index finger poking his tiny slit, making him hiss.

"fuck– I wish you were here...fuck that little pussy open with m-my cock. you'd love that, huh?" he groans, a high-pitched moan coming from his lips after.

"jesus, baby, 'm close..." he moans, feeling the knot on his lower abdomen starts to unknit once again.

you feel your climax starts to build up embarrassingly fast too, the stimulation from your finger and palm being too much.

he squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth falls open, cock shooting more cum on his abs and hand.

you cum at the sight, a small whimper escaping your mouth. "fuck...taesan–!"

he lets out a small chuckle as he cleans himself with the tissues on his desk. letting out a small hiss as he clean his sensitive shaft.

you lean in again, wiping your finger on your sheets. slowly typing on your keyboard as you recovered yourself.

camboy!taesan x viewer!femreader w: smut, masturbation (m, f), switch!taesan, subish!reader, overstimulation, dick slapping, nipple play (m), pet names (princess, angel, baby), taesan calls himself a slut, reader wastes her money on taesan, mention of mcr, dirty talk, multiple orgasms | wc: 984 | might have typos | eng isn't my first language | mdni author's note: wrote this in february 😭😭

"ah– fuck–! just like that..!"

you stare gawk at the screen, face blushing at the image of the man jerking off in your laptop.

he gets a donation, making him lean in to the screen, his hoodie sliding down. "t-thanks for the– ah, fuck– the f-five dollars, elytramia.." he thanked the donator with a whimper, hand squeezing his tip, dribbling down some of his precum over his hand.

he relaxes on the gaming chair once again, throwing his head back as he lifted his hoodie up until his chest, revealing his faint abs and firm chest.

you knit your brows together, feeling like a pervert for watching him even though it was literally his job.

"shit..feels s' good, princess.." he moans, half lidded eyes looking straight at the camera. your face blush once again, feeling heat pool down on your abdomen.

his moans and whimpers are so loud you can barely listen to the my chemical romance song playing on the background.

he teases his tip with his thumb as he does the same with his nipple on the other hand. he rolls his eyes back, overstimulated as he was on his third round by now. his cum from the previous rounds slipping from his thighs down to his seat, making you clench your thighs together at the sinful sight.

you reached for your laptop hesitantly, typing on the keyboard quickly "pls take the hoodie off plsss" with a 15 dollar donation.

he chuckles as he reads the donation popping on the screen. "so desperate~" he purrs before taking off the garment, throwing it on the bed behind him.

he is completely naked now that the fabric was gone. he settles back into the chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as one of his legs rests on the arm chair.

he grabs his cock with both hands this time, twisting his wrists up and down as his mouth opens in a O shape, small whines and whimpers slipping out of it.

"fuck, angel, I'm s' close– gon' make a mess fo' you, princess." he groans out, voice cracking a little at the end.

he bites his lower lip as he tries his best not to get louder, the chat immediately filling up with comments telling him to be as loud as possible.

he smirks, lip still between his teeth, slowing down the pace on his cock, edging himself. "mm...I dunno...if only someone would donate right now..." he hums low.

you quickly type on your laptop as soon as he stops touching himself, turning around on his chair to grab his hoodie. "pls don't stop, pls make a mess" you donate 150 dollars, the highest he ever received.

his eyes widens at the number, making sure to quickly read your username. he quickly sets the hoodie aside, hand quickly coming to wrap around his throbbing dick.

"fuck, y/n, you must like me a l-lot." he moans out, a smirk tugging on his trembling lips.

you bite your lower lip as he moans your name, quickly hugging your legs to ease some relief.

he gives an experimental slap on his sensitive tip, making him buck up his hips, thrusting into his fist. "ohmygod–!"

"fuck– 'm cumming, I'm cumming–!" he whines out, a strangled sound tearing from his throat as he shoots white stripes of semen onto his chest, some dribbling down to his thighs.

his pupils are blown as he tries to recover his breath, a soft pink crawling his cheeks. he giggles softly as he sees the amount of cum resting all over his torso.

he collects the whiteish goo with three fingers, taking them to show the camera, spreading his fingers a little. he smears it on his red tip, a small squeak escaping his lips at the sudden stimulation.

he glides his cum along the side of his veiny shaft, thighs trembling. "fuuuuck.." he groans as his hand goes back to pump his abused cock.

his pace quickens up as some donations popped on the screen, encouraging him to keep going, some even calling him a slut and he obviously moaned in response.

"s-shit– yes, fuck, 'm a slut...your slut, f-fuck–!" he whimpers with absolutely no one in his mind, only his precious viewers <3

your heart hammers as you stare at the screen, a hand going under your pjs shorts, cupping your cunt and feeling the wet patch on your panties.

you pull your panties aside, slowly introducing a finger inside your pussy. fuck, you wished it was him instead.

you match his quick pace, your palm hitting your throbbing clit with each thrust, causing small whines to fall of your lips.

"fuck, baby, are you touching y-yourself?" he groans immediately as if he was watching you through your laptop's lens.

you whine in response. "fuck that pretty pussy for me, can you?" he moans, he free hand going back to tease his tip, the nail of his index finger poking his tiny slit, making him hiss.

"fuck– I wish you were here...fuck that little pussy open with m-my cock. you'd love that, huh?" he groans, a high-pitched moan coming from his lips after.

"jesus, baby, 'm close..." he moans, feeling the knot on his lower abdomen starts to unknit once again.

you feel your climax starts to build up embarrassingly fast too, the stimulation from your finger and palm being too much.

he squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth falls open, cock shooting more cum on his abs and hand.

you cum at the sight, a small whimper escaping your mouth. "fuck...taesan–!"

he lets out a small chuckle as he cleans himself with the tissues on his desk. letting out a small hiss as he clean his sensitive shaft.

you lean in again, wiping your finger on your sheets. slowly typing on your keyboard as you recovered yourself.