γ €You are my tomorrow, order in my time and space
γ €Let me hold you, let me hold you closer
γ €When I hold you and kiss you, my winter melts away
γ €You're the sunlight, take me away farther
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h-hewlwo.... im new to moablr a-and i was wondewring if you could write smut for beomgyu...... where he gets pwegnant and hes all swollen and its leaking out of him....
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Hi im new to moablr my name is nini >.< and it would be pretty cool if you wrote a 30k+ work of yeonjun just for me since you know im new and all hahahahahhahahaha would be super mind and cool of you plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls
Would Taehyun ever let the reader leave lipstick stains all over his abs and biceps lmoa?
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yes he absolutely would
god i can see it so clearly
Taehyun sitting on the couch, his shirt rolled up and you on his lap. One second you're just making out, and the next you're trailing your lips down his skin until you sink to your knees in front of him. Looking up, you see your lipstick smudged all over him, decorating his pretty abs. And he absolutely loves it as well.
He's trying to stay composed and all but every inch of his body loves how his skin looks marked by you. And it's visible by the boner he gets that he feels that way. What kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't help with that?
IN WHICH Choi Soobin doesn't get the concept of parties nor does he feel like he's missing out by not attending. But as soon as his new friend convinces him to go to one and he gets to meet you, it suddenly all makes a lot more sense.
containsβ smut, alcohol consumption, simp!soobin, pathetic!soobin, dom!reader, dry humping, he comes in his pants, oral (f. rec.)/face sitting, he begs :3
word countβ 2.9k
βͺ izzy speaks... watched Soobin grow absolutely red while drinking and had to put my image into words
main m.list | soobin m.list
For some reason, Soobin always thought the concept of parties was supposed to die with high school. So when he first started talking to Yeonjun, one of his classmates, he was clearly surprised to learn he attended a party almost every Friday night.
Maybe it was because Soobin wasn't in the same circle of friends, or maybe because he was never a much of a drinker himself, but he truly thought those Friday nights were as quiet for others as for him. Of course, bars and occasional drinks at homes with friends were always on the table. It was just the concept of a bunch of grown ups trashing a dorm, playing drinking games, and hooking up in a stranger's bed that he found surprising at first.
When Yeonjun realized Soobin didn't have as much experience with nights out like he did, he decided he needed to change the fact. For Soobin, the same guy who'd spend his Friday night closed in his room and playing video games with his other friends, it wasn't exactly something he was missing in his life. He liked his free time and alcohol never called to him. Still, he wanted to get closer to Yeonjun.
So what were a few parties if he could make a new friend? He could do this much.
That's what he thought until he came face to face with Yeonjun's friends and the constant teasing about him not drinking enough.
Waving his hand in the air, he refused yet another drink, staying with his can of coke. He had a few shots with them already, but their tolerance and speed was too much for him to handle. He needed those breaks. No matter how much everyone begged him to do another one with them.
"Come on, Soob," you encourage him, your eyes playful as you nudge him with your feet under the table. His eyes flicker to you immediately, hesitance written all over his face. "You owe me for the last one I took for you."
Drinking more is the last thing he wants to do. And despite how well he's been doing refusing all other Yeonjun's friends sitting at the table, you're the only one he can't say no to.
Reaching for the drink Taehyun poured a moment ago, he watches as your grin widens when you bring your own glass to his, everyone else following right after. But even though everyone is shouting "Cheers" over each other, you're the only one he sees.
He isn't sure why you have so much power of him. He's seen you a few times around the campus, but he's never spoke to you before today. There was no reason to. You didn't have any classes together and he had no idea you had a mutual friend either. Logically, there should be no reason as to why he'd listen to you when he's saying no to everyone else.
But as soon as you sat across from him and he locked eyes with you, he knew he was in trouble.
Seeing you up close for the first time, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are. Your clothes hugging your figure in a perfect way, your makeup making your eyes pop out and your hair styled in possibly the prettiest way he's ever seen. He was gone as soon as your eyes met his and you offered him one of your smiles.
Deep down he knows it sounds insane. That's how he feels as well. But how else other than love at first sight is he supposed to explain the way he sees everything but you blurry? How is he supposed to explain that he can no longer hear the music blasting all throughout Yeonjun's house or the loud cheers of his other friends? How is he supposed to explain his whole body aches to have you close to him every time he sees you brush hands with anyone else?
The alcohol is no good for him. He can't recall how many shots he'd had already, but it sure as hell is more than he's normally used to. He can't remember much from what happened in the past half an hour if he's honest. He knows he's been drinking with you, and that he's seen you laugh a lot, but he could not tell you anything that was said if his life depended on it.
He sees Yeonjun doing a body shot off another girl, licking her skin after. He sees Taehyun and Beomgyu do a love shot. He sees two girls Yeonjun introduced to him when he came in β but whose names he doesn't remember β kissing on the other side of the table. He sees you walking to him with a shot glass in one hand and an incredibly beautiful smile on you face.
Wait, what?
He blinks. What's happening? And since when are you not wearing any jacket over your little top?
"Soobie, it's your turn." The nickname makes his head spin more than the alcohol has already been doing, his eyes flickering all over your body as you stop beside his seat.
"Turn for?" He asks, unable to avert his eyes.
"Your dare. Have you not been listening?" You giggle quietly and the sound echoes in his ears. "Yeonjun picked yours."
He forces his eyes off you to look at his friend, finding him with a smug smirk on his lips and arms leaned on the table for support as he stands. He can't tell if he should hate or love this just yet.
"Come get on your knees."
There is at least three different scenarios in which he imagined you saying those exact words throughout the night, but in none of them were you doing it in front of the entire group. Despite the obvious fact that he's in no place to be like this, he feels his cock twitching in his pants. God dammit.
It's as if he was in trance, his feet moving on their own and standing up so he could step away from the table. You nod your head towards the floor in front of you and he drops down, on his knees just like you told him to. Closing the space between you, you glance to the rest of your friends before locking eyes with Soobin, the sight of him on the floor in front of you getting tattooed inside your head.
"Open," you command and he does, tilting his head back a little with his mouth wide open. He still has no idea what's coming, but for some reason he feels like it'll be okay since it's you with him. "Good boy," you grin, bringing the shot glass to his lips and pouring the soju down. The liquor slides down his throat, his eyes closing and his hands moving on their own to grab your thighs.
You don't say anything to stop him, simply watching him swallow the alcohol. Someone at the table whistles at the sight but all you can focus on is the way he groans while gripping the flesh of your thighs. His face is all red, the sound nothing if not desperate. Have you just unlocked a new version of him?
It seems like it. With the way he doesn't know what to do with himself as he opens his eyes again and finds you still standing in front of him, it only leads you to believe this is new for him. Your eyes trail down his body for the nth time tonight, his face and neck flushed, his shirt and tie messy from how much he's been tugging on it while drinking, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being suffocated, and the boner in his pants that makes you wonder if he's been like this all night.
Glancing to the side, you find your friends already occupied with someone else again, cheering on for Beomgyu to do whatever dare they came up with. Looks like it's just you and Soobin now.
You lean down to make sure he hears you even if you whisper. "Want to get out of here?" You feel him shiver under you, his fingers digging into your skin as a broken plead leaves his lips. Your smile grows at the sound.
You take his hand in yours, forcing him to stand on his feet again as you tug him towards the table, grabbing an almost empty bottle of soju. "I'll see you guys later!" It's only Yeonjun who looks at the two of you, giving you an encouraging nod before moving on. You didn't expect anything else from him. After all, he's the one who practically begged you to give a chance to his friend.
It was probably an hour in when you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Yeonjun and listened to him go on about how he is certain Soobin likes you, claiming something about a sixth sense. You didn't believe him at first. Why should you? You knew Soobin for like thirty minutes then, and even that was an exaggeration. You practically brushed him off and went back to the group, only to spend the rest of the night looking at Soobin and trying to figure out if any of it could be true.
You needed some sort of evidence to convince you it wasn't just you who found him attractive, and the boner in his pants while holding onto you like you're his savior certainly was one.
"Where are we going?" He questions confusedly but doesn't stop following you, going up the stairs with you and forcing his way around everyone that is in front of him. He keeps holding your hand not to get lost, but you also think it's because holding you reminds him this isn't just a figment of his imagination.
"Yeonjun's room," you flash your smile to him over your shoulder, falling into the first door you come across after stepping upstairs.
As soon as the door closes behind him and he finds himself all alone with you, the music stops completely, the loudness of people outside passing by him. He only sees you standing in the middle of the room, one hand holding his and the other carrying a bottle of soju. "Come closer," you smile, stepping back until you hit the bed. He follows you, only stopping once his body is flush against yours. "Have you ever done this, Binnie?"
"What exactly?" He asks, his eyes flickering to your lips.
You shrug lightly, "Hook ups? This."
"I've had sex," is all he says, keeping to himself the fact he's only ever slept with girls he's been dating. He's never been a fan of these no attachment situations or casual hook ups. Lucky for you, the only thing he sees when he looks at you is the want for a future.
"Good," you whisper, dropping his hand to grab his tie and pull him down to your height, pressing your lips to his. He tastes like alcohol, but you know you taste the same.
Except, when he kisses you, it's not alcohol that he tastes. It's cherries and all the good parts of summer, the sweetness of it all doing all sorts of things to him. Bringing his hands to your waist, he pulls you onto him, needing to feel at least something on his cock. Groaning into the kiss, he throws his head back at the wave of pleasure he feels. He's fucked. He's absolutely coming untouched tonight.
"Sit down." He doesn't need to be told twice, sitting on the edge of the bed and spinning you around with ease so that you'd face him. Climbing onto the bed right after him, you sit on his lap, running your empty hand through his hair. It's unfortunate he hasn't been going out with the rest of you before this. You would have loved to have him at your hang outs earlier. "Want a sip?"
He nods, opening his mouth a little. He's obsessed. Looking up at you, his body burning and every little part of him feeling drunk on you, he's as screwed as he thought he'd be when he first saw you. You pour the liquor down his tongue again before bringing the bottle to your own lips, taking a much longer sip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Another groan. "More than anything."
"Am I?"
"Absolutely," he chases after your lips again, desperately trying to thrust his hips up. The feeling has you moaning against him. Rolling your hips forward on top of him, you don't stop kissing him. His hands shake as he grabs any flesh he can, trying to steady himself. You can tell that it's a lot for him, but you don't think you can stop, needing that release.
Your name leaves past his lips in a quiet whimper, your panties getting wetter at the sound. "Yes?" You moan, taking another sip of the soju to finish the bottle so you could throw it away on the bed and finally get both of your hands on him as well.
"Slowβ Slow down. I'm going toβ" Knowing how close he is only makes you do the opposite of what he's asking for, your humps getting faster as you chase your own release. "I want toβ Fuck, can I get these off, please?" You prompt yourself up to your knees to give him what he wants, biting back a whine at the sudden lost of contact.
The sounds he makes are a song to your ears, his large hands taking off all the fabric covering your body in a swift second. Another curse β this one much more broken than the previous one β leaves his lips and your eyes drop down to him, finding his pants all messed up. Did he just come at the sight of your naked body?
Oh good god. To think you'd find someone like this here of all places. Yeonjun's house has always been one made for parties that were supposed to lead to drunk mistakes and occasional pregnancy scares, not one where you'd find boys so obsessed and pathetic like he is. And while the way he looks at you β as if you were a star in the sky β would have scared you a few months ago, you don't think you'll be able to let go of this one.
Holding onto his shoulders, you sit back down on him, watching as his eyes move down along with your body, staying locked on your bare pussy. "I couldβ"
"You could?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly, loving the way he gets nervous.
"βeat you out. If you like that, I mean," he adds, panicked. He couldn't get any better, could he?
"Think you're any good at it?"
"See for yourself?" He offers, hopeful.
You'd be a fool not to let him have a taste. If he's bad, you can always just ask him to let you use his dick to make yourself come. You don't think he'd refuse you.
You move your hand down to his chest, pushing him down so that he's lying under you. He happily obliges, gripping your waist and pulling you to himself until you're hovering over his face. Another groan. You look down at him, unable to hide your smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more. "Please," he whispers as you tug on his strands. "Sit down on me."
You give him what he so desperately asks for, dropping your weight down. He keeps his hands on your waist while his tongue slides between your folds. Your eyes close shut as you let yourself focus on just the pleasure you feel when he wraps his lips around your clit. You grab onto the headboard in front of you to help him breathe a bit more by holding your weight, only for him to force you down fully. As messy as he's been all night, he has great strength β you have to give him that.
Rocking your hips forward on top of him, your little whines fill the room. You had nothing to worry about. He is anything but bad. You're not worried at all about not being able to come. If anything, you're worried how big of a mess he'll turn you in. Your head spins at the pleasure, your orgasm approaching quickly.
His name slips past your lips as you reach your finish, the sounds he makes against your pussy sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn't let go off you until he's certain you're cleaned properly, making sure he's got even the last bit. You move away to sit on his chest instead, definitely wetting his shirt in the process. He doesn't seem to care though.
All he cares about is you and how pretty you look all naked on top of him. He could come again.
"Let me pay it back," you lean down sweetly, moving your hips down his body so your lips could reach his. "And then have you inside of me."
He moans at the idea. "Wouldn'tβ Wouldn't Yeonjun be mad we did it here?"
"You're worried about that now?" You chuckle, running your hand down his length as you drop to your knees in front of the bed, motioning for him to sit up properly. He does without any questions. "And anyways, he's hoped for this so he can't complain."
Soobin isn't in the right mind to question your words, only able to think about you with your lips inches away from his cock as you pull his pants down.
IN WHICH Choi Soobin doesn't get the concept of parties nor does he feel like he's missing out by not attending. But as soon as his new friend convinces him to go to one and he gets to meet you, it suddenly all makes a lot more sense.
containsβ smut, alcohol consumption, simp!soobin, pathetic!soobin, dom!reader, dry humping, he comes in his pants, oral (f. rec.)/face sitting, he begs :3
word countβ 2.9k
βͺ izzy speaks... watched Soobin grow absolutely red while drinking and had to put my image into words
main m.list | soobin m.list
For some reason, Soobin always thought the concept of parties was supposed to die with high school. So when he first started talking to Yeonjun, one of his classmates, he was clearly surprised to learn he attended a party almost every Friday night.
Maybe it was because Soobin wasn't in the same circle of friends, or maybe because he was never a much of a drinker himself, but he truly thought those Friday nights were as quiet for others as for him. Of course, bars and occasional drinks at homes with friends were always on the table. It was just the concept of a bunch of grown ups trashing a dorm, playing drinking games, and hooking up in a stranger's bed that he found surprising at first.
When Yeonjun realized Soobin didn't have as much experience with nights out like he did, he decided he needed to change the fact. For Soobin, the same guy who'd spend his Friday night closed in his room and playing video games with his other friends, it wasn't exactly something he was missing in his life. He liked his free time and alcohol never called to him. Still, he wanted to get closer to Yeonjun.
So what were a few parties if he could make a new friend? He could do this much.
That's what he thought until he came face to face with Yeonjun's friends and the constant teasing about him not drinking enough.
Waving his hand in the air, he refused yet another drink, staying with his can of coke. He had a few shots with them already, but their tolerance and speed was too much for him to handle. He needed those breaks. No matter how much everyone begged him to do another one with them.
"Come on, Soob," you encourage him, your eyes playful as you nudge him with your feet under the table. His eyes flicker to you immediately, hesitance written all over his face. "You owe me for the last one I took for you."
Drinking more is the last thing he wants to do. And despite how well he's been doing refusing all other Yeonjun's friends sitting at the table, you're the only one he can't say no to.
Reaching for the drink Taehyun poured a moment ago, he watches as your grin widens when you bring your own glass to his, everyone else following right after. But even though everyone is shouting "Cheers" over each other, you're the only one he sees.
He isn't sure why you have so much power of him. He's seen you a few times around the campus, but he's never spoke to you before today. There was no reason to. You didn't have any classes together and he had no idea you had a mutual friend either. Logically, there should be no reason as to why he'd listen to you when he's saying no to everyone else.
But as soon as you sat across from him and he locked eyes with you, he knew he was in trouble.
Seeing you up close for the first time, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are. Your clothes hugging your figure in a perfect way, your makeup making your eyes pop out and your hair styled in possibly the prettiest way he's ever seen. He was gone as soon as your eyes met his and you offered him one of your smiles.
Deep down he knows it sounds insane. That's how he feels as well. But how else other than love at first sight is he supposed to explain the way he sees everything but you blurry? How is he supposed to explain that he can no longer hear the music blasting all throughout Yeonjun's house or the loud cheers of his other friends? How is he supposed to explain his whole body aches to have you close to him every time he sees you brush hands with anyone else?
The alcohol is no good for him. He can't recall how many shots he'd had already, but it sure as hell is more than he's normally used to. He can't remember much from what happened in the past half an hour if he's honest. He knows he's been drinking with you, and that he's seen you laugh a lot, but he could not tell you anything that was said if his life depended on it.
He sees Yeonjun doing a body shot off another girl, licking her skin after. He sees Taehyun and Beomgyu do a love shot. He sees two girls Yeonjun introduced to him when he came in β but whose names he doesn't remember β kissing on the other side of the table. He sees you walking to him with a shot glass in one hand and an incredibly beautiful smile on you face.
Wait, what?
He blinks. What's happening? And since when are you not wearing any jacket over your little top?
"Soobie, it's your turn." The nickname makes his head spin more than the alcohol has already been doing, his eyes flickering all over your body as you stop beside his seat.
"Turn for?" He asks, unable to avert his eyes.
"Your dare. Have you not been listening?" You giggle quietly and the sound echoes in his ears. "Yeonjun picked yours."
He forces his eyes off you to look at his friend, finding him with a smug smirk on his lips and arms leaned on the table for support as he stands. He can't tell if he should hate or love this just yet.
"Come get on your knees."
There is at least three different scenarios in which he imagined you saying those exact words throughout the night, but in none of them were you doing it in front of the entire group. Despite the obvious fact that he's in no place to be like this, he feels his cock twitching in his pants. God dammit.
It's as if he was in trance, his feet moving on their own and standing up so he could step away from the table. You nod your head towards the floor in front of you and he drops down, on his knees just like you told him to. Closing the space between you, you glance to the rest of your friends before locking eyes with Soobin, the sight of him on the floor in front of you getting tattooed inside your head.
"Open," you command and he does, tilting his head back a little with his mouth wide open. He still has no idea what's coming, but for some reason he feels like it'll be okay since it's you with him. "Good boy," you grin, bringing the shot glass to his lips and pouring the soju down. The liquor slides down his throat, his eyes closing and his hands moving on their own to grab your thighs.
You don't say anything to stop him, simply watching him swallow the alcohol. Someone at the table whistles at the sight but all you can focus on is the way he groans while gripping the flesh of your thighs. His face is all red, the sound nothing if not desperate. Have you just unlocked a new version of him?
It seems like it. With the way he doesn't know what to do with himself as he opens his eyes again and finds you still standing in front of him, it only leads you to believe this is new for him. Your eyes trail down his body for the nth time tonight, his face and neck flushed, his shirt and tie messy from how much he's been tugging on it while drinking, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being suffocated, and the boner in his pants that makes you wonder if he's been like this all night.
Glancing to the side, you find your friends already occupied with someone else again, cheering on for Beomgyu to do whatever dare they came up with. Looks like it's just you and Soobin now.
You lean down to make sure he hears you even if you whisper. "Want to get out of here?" You feel him shiver under you, his fingers digging into your skin as a broken plead leaves his lips. Your smile grows at the sound.
You take his hand in yours, forcing him to stand on his feet again as you tug him towards the table, grabbing an almost empty bottle of soju. "I'll see you guys later!" It's only Yeonjun who looks at the two of you, giving you an encouraging nod before moving on. You didn't expect anything else from him. After all, he's the one who practically begged you to give a chance to his friend.
It was probably an hour in when you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Yeonjun and listened to him go on about how he is certain Soobin likes you, claiming something about a sixth sense. You didn't believe him at first. Why should you? You knew Soobin for like thirty minutes then, and even that was an exaggeration. You practically brushed him off and went back to the group, only to spend the rest of the night looking at Soobin and trying to figure out if any of it could be true.
You needed some sort of evidence to convince you it wasn't just you who found him attractive, and the boner in his pants while holding onto you like you're his savior certainly was one.
"Where are we going?" He questions confusedly but doesn't stop following you, going up the stairs with you and forcing his way around everyone that is in front of him. He keeps holding your hand not to get lost, but you also think it's because holding you reminds him this isn't just a figment of his imagination.
"Yeonjun's room," you flash your smile to him over your shoulder, falling into the first door you come across after stepping upstairs.
As soon as the door closes behind him and he finds himself all alone with you, the music stops completely, the loudness of people outside passing by him. He only sees you standing in the middle of the room, one hand holding his and the other carrying a bottle of soju. "Come closer," you smile, stepping back until you hit the bed. He follows you, only stopping once his body is flush against yours. "Have you ever done this, Binnie?"
"What exactly?" He asks, his eyes flickering to your lips.
You shrug lightly, "Hook ups? This."
"I've had sex," is all he says, keeping to himself the fact he's only ever slept with girls he's been dating. He's never been a fan of these no attachment situations or casual hook ups. Lucky for you, the only thing he sees when he looks at you is the want for a future.
"Good," you whisper, dropping his hand to grab his tie and pull him down to your height, pressing your lips to his. He tastes like alcohol, but you know you taste the same.
Except, when he kisses you, it's not alcohol that he tastes. It's cherries and all the good parts of summer, the sweetness of it all doing all sorts of things to him. Bringing his hands to your waist, he pulls you onto him, needing to feel at least something on his cock. Groaning into the kiss, he throws his head back at the wave of pleasure he feels. He's fucked. He's absolutely coming untouched tonight.
"Sit down." He doesn't need to be told twice, sitting on the edge of the bed and spinning you around with ease so that you'd face him. Climbing onto the bed right after him, you sit on his lap, running your empty hand through his hair. It's unfortunate he hasn't been going out with the rest of you before this. You would have loved to have him at your hang outs earlier. "Want a sip?"
He nods, opening his mouth a little. He's obsessed. Looking up at you, his body burning and every little part of him feeling drunk on you, he's as screwed as he thought he'd be when he first saw you. You pour the liquor down his tongue again before bringing the bottle to your own lips, taking a much longer sip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Another groan. "More than anything."
"Am I?"
"Absolutely," he chases after your lips again, desperately trying to thrust his hips up. The feeling has you moaning against him. Rolling your hips forward on top of him, you don't stop kissing him. His hands shake as he grabs any flesh he can, trying to steady himself. You can tell that it's a lot for him, but you don't think you can stop, needing that release.
Your name leaves past his lips in a quiet whimper, your panties getting wetter at the sound. "Yes?" You moan, taking another sip of the soju to finish the bottle so you could throw it away on the bed and finally get both of your hands on him as well.
"Slowβ Slow down. I'm going toβ" Knowing how close he is only makes you do the opposite of what he's asking for, your humps getting faster as you chase your own release. "I want toβ Fuck, can I get these off, please?" You prompt yourself up to your knees to give him what he wants, biting back a whine at the sudden lost of contact.
The sounds he makes are a song to your ears, his large hands taking off all the fabric covering your body in a swift second. Another curse β this one much more broken than the previous one β leaves his lips and your eyes drop down to him, finding his pants all messed up. Did he just come at the sight of your naked body?
Oh good god. To think you'd find someone like this here of all places. Yeonjun's house has always been one made for parties that were supposed to lead to drunk mistakes and occasional pregnancy scares, not one where you'd find boys so obsessed and pathetic like he is. And while the way he looks at you β as if you were a star in the sky β would have scared you a few months ago, you don't think you'll be able to let go of this one.
Holding onto his shoulders, you sit back down on him, watching as his eyes move down along with your body, staying locked on your bare pussy. "I couldβ"
"You could?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly, loving the way he gets nervous.
"βeat you out. If you like that, I mean," he adds, panicked. He couldn't get any better, could he?
"Think you're any good at it?"
"See for yourself?" He offers, hopeful.
You'd be a fool not to let him have a taste. If he's bad, you can always just ask him to let you use his dick to make yourself come. You don't think he'd refuse you.
You move your hand down to his chest, pushing him down so that he's lying under you. He happily obliges, gripping your waist and pulling you to himself until you're hovering over his face. Another groan. You look down at him, unable to hide your smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more. "Please," he whispers as you tug on his strands. "Sit down on me."
You give him what he so desperately asks for, dropping your weight down. He keeps his hands on your waist while his tongue slides between your folds. Your eyes close shut as you let yourself focus on just the pleasure you feel when he wraps his lips around your clit. You grab onto the headboard in front of you to help him breathe a bit more by holding your weight, only for him to force you down fully. As messy as he's been all night, he has great strength β you have to give him that.
Rocking your hips forward on top of him, your little whines fill the room. You had nothing to worry about. He is anything but bad. You're not worried at all about not being able to come. If anything, you're worried how big of a mess he'll turn you in. Your head spins at the pleasure, your orgasm approaching quickly.
His name slips past your lips as you reach your finish, the sounds he makes against your pussy sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn't let go off you until he's certain you're cleaned properly, making sure he's got even the last bit. You move away to sit on his chest instead, definitely wetting his shirt in the process. He doesn't seem to care though.
All he cares about is you and how pretty you look all naked on top of him. He could come again.
"Let me pay it back," you lean down sweetly, moving your hips down his body so your lips could reach his. "And then have you inside of me."
He moans at the idea. "Wouldn'tβ Wouldn't Yeonjun be mad we did it here?"
"You're worried about that now?" You chuckle, running your hand down his length as you drop to your knees in front of the bed, motioning for him to sit up properly. He does without any questions. "And anyways, he's hoped for this so he can't complain."
Soobin isn't in the right mind to question your words, only able to think about you with your lips inches away from his cock as you pull his pants down.
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IN WHICH Choi Soobin doesn't get the concept of parties nor does he feel like he's missing out by not attending. But as soon as his new friend convinces him to go to one and he gets to meet you, it suddenly all makes a lot more sense.
containsβ smut, alcohol consumption, simp!soobin, pathetic!soobin, dom!reader, dry humping, he comes in his pants, oral (f. rec.)/face sitting, he begs :3
word countβ 2.9k
βͺ izzy speaks... watched Soobin grow absolutely red while drinking and had to put my image into words
main m.list | soobin m.list
For some reason, Soobin always thought the concept of parties was supposed to die with high school. So when he first started talking to Yeonjun, one of his classmates, he was clearly surprised to learn he attended a party almost every Friday night.
Maybe it was because Soobin wasn't in the same circle of friends, or maybe because he was never a much of a drinker himself, but he truly thought those Friday nights were as quiet for others as for him. Of course, bars and occasional drinks at homes with friends were always on the table. It was just the concept of a bunch of grown ups trashing a dorm, playing drinking games, and hooking up in a stranger's bed that he found surprising at first.
When Yeonjun realized Soobin didn't have as much experience with nights out like he did, he decided he needed to change the fact. For Soobin, the same guy who'd spend his Friday night closed in his room and playing video games with his other friends, it wasn't exactly something he was missing in his life. He liked his free time and alcohol never called to him. Still, he wanted to get closer to Yeonjun.
So what were a few parties if he could make a new friend? He could do this much.
That's what he thought until he came face to face with Yeonjun's friends and the constant teasing about him not drinking enough.
Waving his hand in the air, he refused yet another drink, staying with his can of coke. He had a few shots with them already, but their tolerance and speed was too much for him to handle. He needed those breaks. No matter how much everyone begged him to do another one with them.
"Come on, Soob," you encourage him, your eyes playful as you nudge him with your feet under the table. His eyes flicker to you immediately, hesitance written all over his face. "You owe me for the last one I took for you."
Drinking more is the last thing he wants to do. And despite how well he's been doing refusing all other Yeonjun's friends sitting at the table, you're the only one he can't say no to.
Reaching for the drink Taehyun poured a moment ago, he watches as your grin widens when you bring your own glass to his, everyone else following right after. But even though everyone is shouting "Cheers" over each other, you're the only one he sees.
He isn't sure why you have so much power of him. He's seen you a few times around the campus, but he's never spoke to you before today. There was no reason to. You didn't have any classes together and he had no idea you had a mutual friend either. Logically, there should be no reason as to why he'd listen to you when he's saying no to everyone else.
But as soon as you sat across from him and he locked eyes with you, he knew he was in trouble.
Seeing you up close for the first time, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are. Your clothes hugging your figure in a perfect way, your makeup making your eyes pop out and your hair styled in possibly the prettiest way he's ever seen. He was gone as soon as your eyes met his and you offered him one of your smiles.
Deep down he knows it sounds insane. That's how he feels as well. But how else other than love at first sight is he supposed to explain the way he sees everything but you blurry? How is he supposed to explain that he can no longer hear the music blasting all throughout Yeonjun's house or the loud cheers of his other friends? How is he supposed to explain his whole body aches to have you close to him every time he sees you brush hands with anyone else?
The alcohol is no good for him. He can't recall how many shots he'd had already, but it sure as hell is more than he's normally used to. He can't remember much from what happened in the past half an hour if he's honest. He knows he's been drinking with you, and that he's seen you laugh a lot, but he could not tell you anything that was said if his life depended on it.
He sees Yeonjun doing a body shot off another girl, licking her skin after. He sees Taehyun and Beomgyu do a love shot. He sees two girls Yeonjun introduced to him when he came in β but whose names he doesn't remember β kissing on the other side of the table. He sees you walking to him with a shot glass in one hand and an incredibly beautiful smile on you face.
Wait, what?
He blinks. What's happening? And since when are you not wearing any jacket over your little top?
"Soobie, it's your turn." The nickname makes his head spin more than the alcohol has already been doing, his eyes flickering all over your body as you stop beside his seat.
"Turn for?" He asks, unable to avert his eyes.
"Your dare. Have you not been listening?" You giggle quietly and the sound echoes in his ears. "Yeonjun picked yours."
He forces his eyes off you to look at his friend, finding him with a smug smirk on his lips and arms leaned on the table for support as he stands. He can't tell if he should hate or love this just yet.
"Come get on your knees."
There is at least three different scenarios in which he imagined you saying those exact words throughout the night, but in none of them were you doing it in front of the entire group. Despite the obvious fact that he's in no place to be like this, he feels his cock twitching in his pants. God dammit.
It's as if he was in trance, his feet moving on their own and standing up so he could step away from the table. You nod your head towards the floor in front of you and he drops down, on his knees just like you told him to. Closing the space between you, you glance to the rest of your friends before locking eyes with Soobin, the sight of him on the floor in front of you getting tattooed inside your head.
"Open," you command and he does, tilting his head back a little with his mouth wide open. He still has no idea what's coming, but for some reason he feels like it'll be okay since it's you with him. "Good boy," you grin, bringing the shot glass to his lips and pouring the soju down. The liquor slides down his throat, his eyes closing and his hands moving on their own to grab your thighs.
You don't say anything to stop him, simply watching him swallow the alcohol. Someone at the table whistles at the sight but all you can focus on is the way he groans while gripping the flesh of your thighs. His face is all red, the sound nothing if not desperate. Have you just unlocked a new version of him?
It seems like it. With the way he doesn't know what to do with himself as he opens his eyes again and finds you still standing in front of him, it only leads you to believe this is new for him. Your eyes trail down his body for the nth time tonight, his face and neck flushed, his shirt and tie messy from how much he's been tugging on it while drinking, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being suffocated, and the boner in his pants that makes you wonder if he's been like this all night.
Glancing to the side, you find your friends already occupied with someone else again, cheering on for Beomgyu to do whatever dare they came up with. Looks like it's just you and Soobin now.
You lean down to make sure he hears you even if you whisper. "Want to get out of here?" You feel him shiver under you, his fingers digging into your skin as a broken plead leaves his lips. Your smile grows at the sound.
You take his hand in yours, forcing him to stand on his feet again as you tug him towards the table, grabbing an almost empty bottle of soju. "I'll see you guys later!" It's only Yeonjun who looks at the two of you, giving you an encouraging nod before moving on. You didn't expect anything else from him. After all, he's the one who practically begged you to give a chance to his friend.
It was probably an hour in when you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Yeonjun and listened to him go on about how he is certain Soobin likes you, claiming something about a sixth sense. You didn't believe him at first. Why should you? You knew Soobin for like thirty minutes then, and even that was an exaggeration. You practically brushed him off and went back to the group, only to spend the rest of the night looking at Soobin and trying to figure out if any of it could be true.
You needed some sort of evidence to convince you it wasn't just you who found him attractive, and the boner in his pants while holding onto you like you're his savior certainly was one.
"Where are we going?" He questions confusedly but doesn't stop following you, going up the stairs with you and forcing his way around everyone that is in front of him. He keeps holding your hand not to get lost, but you also think it's because holding you reminds him this isn't just a figment of his imagination.
"Yeonjun's room," you flash your smile to him over your shoulder, falling into the first door you come across after stepping upstairs.
As soon as the door closes behind him and he finds himself all alone with you, the music stops completely, the loudness of people outside passing by him. He only sees you standing in the middle of the room, one hand holding his and the other carrying a bottle of soju. "Come closer," you smile, stepping back until you hit the bed. He follows you, only stopping once his body is flush against yours. "Have you ever done this, Binnie?"
"What exactly?" He asks, his eyes flickering to your lips.
You shrug lightly, "Hook ups? This."
"I've had sex," is all he says, keeping to himself the fact he's only ever slept with girls he's been dating. He's never been a fan of these no attachment situations or casual hook ups. Lucky for you, the only thing he sees when he looks at you is the want for a future.
"Good," you whisper, dropping his hand to grab his tie and pull him down to your height, pressing your lips to his. He tastes like alcohol, but you know you taste the same.
Except, when he kisses you, it's not alcohol that he tastes. It's cherries and all the good parts of summer, the sweetness of it all doing all sorts of things to him. Bringing his hands to your waist, he pulls you onto him, needing to feel at least something on his cock. Groaning into the kiss, he throws his head back at the wave of pleasure he feels. He's fucked. He's absolutely coming untouched tonight.
"Sit down." He doesn't need to be told twice, sitting on the edge of the bed and spinning you around with ease so that you'd face him. Climbing onto the bed right after him, you sit on his lap, running your empty hand through his hair. It's unfortunate he hasn't been going out with the rest of you before this. You would have loved to have him at your hang outs earlier. "Want a sip?"
He nods, opening his mouth a little. He's obsessed. Looking up at you, his body burning and every little part of him feeling drunk on you, he's as screwed as he thought he'd be when he first saw you. You pour the liquor down his tongue again before bringing the bottle to your own lips, taking a much longer sip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Another groan. "More than anything."
"Am I?"
"Absolutely," he chases after your lips again, desperately trying to thrust his hips up. The feeling has you moaning against him. Rolling your hips forward on top of him, you don't stop kissing him. His hands shake as he grabs any flesh he can, trying to steady himself. You can tell that it's a lot for him, but you don't think you can stop, needing that release.
Your name leaves past his lips in a quiet whimper, your panties getting wetter at the sound. "Yes?" You moan, taking another sip of the soju to finish the bottle so you could throw it away on the bed and finally get both of your hands on him as well.
"Slowβ Slow down. I'm going toβ" Knowing how close he is only makes you do the opposite of what he's asking for, your humps getting faster as you chase your own release. "I want toβ Fuck, can I get these off, please?" You prompt yourself up to your knees to give him what he wants, biting back a whine at the sudden lost of contact.
The sounds he makes are a song to your ears, his large hands taking off all the fabric covering your body in a swift second. Another curse β this one much more broken than the previous one β leaves his lips and your eyes drop down to him, finding his pants all messed up. Did he just come at the sight of your naked body?
Oh good god. To think you'd find someone like this here of all places. Yeonjun's house has always been one made for parties that were supposed to lead to drunk mistakes and occasional pregnancy scares, not one where you'd find boys so obsessed and pathetic like he is. And while the way he looks at you β as if you were a star in the sky β would have scared you a few months ago, you don't think you'll be able to let go of this one.
Holding onto his shoulders, you sit back down on him, watching as his eyes move down along with your body, staying locked on your bare pussy. "I couldβ"
"You could?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly, loving the way he gets nervous.
"βeat you out. If you like that, I mean," he adds, panicked. He couldn't get any better, could he?
"Think you're any good at it?"
"See for yourself?" He offers, hopeful.
You'd be a fool not to let him have a taste. If he's bad, you can always just ask him to let you use his dick to make yourself come. You don't think he'd refuse you.
You move your hand down to his chest, pushing him down so that he's lying under you. He happily obliges, gripping your waist and pulling you to himself until you're hovering over his face. Another groan. You look down at him, unable to hide your smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more. "Please," he whispers as you tug on his strands. "Sit down on me."
You give him what he so desperately asks for, dropping your weight down. He keeps his hands on your waist while his tongue slides between your folds. Your eyes close shut as you let yourself focus on just the pleasure you feel when he wraps his lips around your clit. You grab onto the headboard in front of you to help him breathe a bit more by holding your weight, only for him to force you down fully. As messy as he's been all night, he has great strength β you have to give him that.
Rocking your hips forward on top of him, your little whines fill the room. You had nothing to worry about. He is anything but bad. You're not worried at all about not being able to come. If anything, you're worried how big of a mess he'll turn you in. Your head spins at the pleasure, your orgasm approaching quickly.
His name slips past your lips as you reach your finish, the sounds he makes against your pussy sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn't let go off you until he's certain you're cleaned properly, making sure he's got even the last bit. You move away to sit on his chest instead, definitely wetting his shirt in the process. He doesn't seem to care though.
All he cares about is you and how pretty you look all naked on top of him. He could come again.
"Let me pay it back," you lean down sweetly, moving your hips down his body so your lips could reach his. "And then have you inside of me."
He moans at the idea. "Wouldn'tβ Wouldn't Yeonjun be mad we did it here?"
"You're worried about that now?" You chuckle, running your hand down his length as you drop to your knees in front of the bed, motioning for him to sit up properly. He does without any questions. "And anyways, he's hoped for this so he can't complain."
Soobin isn't in the right mind to question your words, only able to think about you with your lips inches away from his cock as you pull his pants down.
I feel like I accidentally sent my previous request without putting on the anon buttonπ€
I feel like an idiot I wanted to remain anonymous π
If not then just ignore this lol I'm paranoid
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you actually did send it without an anon off akjdgald but it's okay!! I had an idea about who you were tbh haha
Also!! Yeonjun at met gala would have ate down frfr He would nawt come in in just a suit like some of these men like to do!! I think it would be cool to see him attend and see what he'd wear
I'm not really a follower of met gala but I've seen some of the looks and this year's theme was really cool!!
IN WHICH after yet another gym session with Taehyun, you start feeling weird things. Things you never thought you would have to worry about when it comes to one of your close friends. Fortunately, Taehyun will gladly help you take care of the itch he caused.
kang taehyun x fem!reader
containsβ smut, gym partner!taehyun, friends to ??, oral (f. rec.), penetration, fingering, breast play, biting/marking, reader is ovulating
word countβ 3.8k
βͺ izzy speaks... Legends say they are still at it like some wild animals
request | taehyun m.list
You weren't into sports much throughout your childhood, so when your friend suggested you'd try the gym with him, you had no intentions of saying yes to him.
So how exactly did you find yourself in a gym so often after all? You're not sure. One minute you were telling Taehyun that you don't want to go, and the other you were already practically living in here. It just happened without you having any control over it, and you blame his persistence.
If Taehyun wasn't going with you so often, you definitely wouldn't be here. Every time you had a session planned together and he apologized to you because he won't be able to make it, you just didn't go either. Your motivation relied on him, so despite how much you wished to be the girl who would go work out just because she wants to, you aren't her.
"Come on, one more," Taehyun encourages and you have to fight the urge to not snap at him. One thing you learned about yourself on your little fitness journey, you hate bench press. It's so stupid. It's dangerous, dumb, and you beg Taehyun to let you off the hook every time he says that's the next machine you're going on. You know it could easily be solved if you decided to start planning your training on your own, but you like it more when he's the one in charge.
Not only does he plan the machines around in a way you can be near each other all throughout the training, but he also actually understands fully what you're training on each thing. If you were to plan your own rotation, you would just be on the same five machines every day. Which, even you know wouldn't do you any good.
"I can't," you complain, a strained whine leaving your lips as you try to push the bar up once more. Your hands won't move though. You seriously can't. "Tae," you beg, completely out of power now.
When he hears the struggle in your voice, realizing you won't push it up again, he quickly steps forward and wraps his fingers around the middle, bringing it up with ease. You sigh in relief when he does, letting your arms drop to your sides. "Let's take a break," he suggest and you look up at him. You'd love to say it's easy to find his eyes when he is standing right behind your head, but thanks to the position, the only thing you find are his pants. You quickly avert your eyes, trying your hardest to pretend you didn't just lock eyes with his print.
Pushing yourself up, you sit on the bench while he unloads the weights. You feel like you're going to die. Blinking up, your brows furrow in confusion as he comes to stand in front of you, offering you his bottle. "Finish this, I have more left than you do in yours," he practically pushes the bottle into your hands, which you're glad for because you do need that water.
"Why do you like torturing me so much?" You ask as soon as you rest the bottle on the floor again. "Is this some sort of a kink? Finding pleasure in seeing me get crushed down by weights?"
He snickers at your question. "I'm not a sadist," he assures you with a shake of his head. "I seriously thought you could do one more."
"As you can see, I couldn't," you sigh.
"Do you want to move onto legs? I need to get two more sets in," he points towards the spot he's been occupying until he came to spot you, and you nod. "Just do whatever you're in the mood for. I'll join you in a bit."
You go refill both his and your water bottle before moving on. You settle on a leg press β your favorite machine unlike the one you just had to do. It's positioned in a way that allows you to watch Taehyun as you work out, admiring his drive for this. Even all these months later, you still admire how determined he is. He is incredible.
You keep your eyes on him while pushing the weights with your legs, watching as he grips the bar above him and pulls himself up. It doesn't look easy at all, and you're glad he didn't make you do that yet. You're sure you'd fail. The last time you attempted to do a pull up was probably in high school, and even then, it ended with utter embarrassement.
Taehyun only let's go off the bar once he loses his strength completely, finishing his set. He shakes his arms on his side before reaching for the bottle you filled, instinctively looking for you with his eyes. As soon as he finds you, he smiles, a soft curve of his lips that almost causes for you to fail your set. Steadying yourself quickly, you pull at the lever on your side to catch the weights, relaxing for a second.
He takes a long sip and you let your eyes wander for a second β simply admiring what work outs do to his body, you convince yourself. His Adam's apple is exposed, sweat running down and making it glisten. You can see it even from across the room. His black shirt clings to his body, hugging every one of the muscles he built with such precision. You've seen him with it off a few times before, and you can confidently say his shirt doesn't do him justice.
His abs are perfectly toned, a sight you could look at for hours. Then, of course, there are those legs. Those fucking legs. Taehyun has strong thighs that others easily overlook. The amount of times you found yourself staring at them while he'd work out in the past months is not something you could recall. The memory of him helping you at the bench press rushing to your mind, the sight of his legs practically right on top of your head. God.
You need to get a grip. You can't be thinking about the print you saw when you were trying to look at him, not when you're in a room filled with people.
Your body doesn't listen to your head, though, and your eyes drop down on their own again, locking with the same print you are not supposed to be thinking about. Fuck me. The words are printed all over your mind in bold letters, making you feel like you're going crazy. Who the fuck stares at their friend like this and thinks about fucking them? All because of the fucking sweatpants he decided to wear.
So when it comes to it, it's really his fault.
You are not the one with your muscles out.
Fucking hell, are you ovulating?
You force your gaze up again just to find Taehyun already looking at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Your lips part but no words come out. You're not even sure what you wanted to say. It's not like he'd be able to hear you if you did speak either way.
You watch as he pulls his weight up again, his eyes still on you, before looking away, trying your best to focus on your set. You must be going crazy. And ovulating. Because since when is Kang Taehyun hot? Kang Taehyun, the same guy who you met in your high school math class and stayed by his side since then. Kang Taehyun, who saw all kind of versions of you throughout the years and supported you when you needed it. Kang Taehyun, who you always thought was just a great friend to you.
Looking at him now, though, all sweaty with his boba eyes watching you and his strength out in the open for you to see, the last thing you feel is that he is just a friend.
The rest of your set goes by in a blur. You can't focus. You can't do anything but thing about the man on the other side of the gym. You're a mess. Both in your head and between your legs.
You need to get home.
"How much longer do you need here?" You blurt out as soon as he joins your side again, not giving him a chance to speak.
He blinks confusedly at first, looking around the gym. "Uhm, if you want to go already we can I was just going to doβ"
"Please," you nod, desperate to get out of here.
"Okay," he doesn't question you further. "Let me just grab all my things and we'll meet in the car?" You don't answer him, hurrying out and leaving him there, his confusion only growing.
If he's honest, he's been confused for a while. Ever since you parted ways and he stayed behind to finish his pull ups, he's noticed the change in your behavior. It wasn't anything huge so he didn't think much of it, holding your gaze just like he normally would. But then your eyes started flickering all around him, almost in distress. To say he's been wondering what you're thinking about is an understatement.
He keeps about it as he goes into the changing rooms. As he changes back to his jeans and a new shirt, as he walks out of the gym and heads towards his car, as he opens the door for you like he always does and sees your flushed cheeks, and as he drives towards your apartment. Especially as he drives towards your apartment. He can't get rid of his curiosity, trying to figure out just what exactly you were thinking about while watching him like that.
Like what? He honestly isn't sure.
As wise he knows he is, his skills apparently don't include reading people's expressions well.
"Wait," he stops you before you can run out of his car when he parks in front of your apartment. "Are you okay? What'sβ"
"I'm good, Taehyun," you brush him away quickly. "I justβ I really need to go," you excuse yourself, but just as you grab the handle to open the door, he catches your other wrist in his hand, not letting you go. Your name slips from his lips, a confused plea to tell him what's going on with you. But you can't. You need to take care of the itch he managed to cause in the gym. You're desperate to take care of it and find a release to this sudden attraction you feel towards him. He's doing things to you you don't want him to know about.
"I can clearly see you don't feel okay. Can you at least look at me? Did I do something to upset you?" The desperation in his voice makes just only that much crazier. The need you hear in his voice to understand you better sending a shiver down your spine, one that forces your thighs together. You really need to get away from here.
"It's not that," you shake your head quickly, your lips forming a straight line as you try your best to keep any signs of what you're feeling hidden.
"Then whatβ" he pauses, losing his breath for a second. "Oh." Your brows furrow confusedly at the sudden change, following his eyes to see what he's seeing.
Your eyes widen instantly when you realize you've been rubbing your thighs together. You quickly push them apart, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you curse on repeat, brushing his hand off yours and finally opening the car door to escape.
"Wait!" He calls after you, only met with a harsh slam of the passenger door. He's quick, getting out of the car as well and meeting you at the back as you get your gym back from his truck. The sound of your name makes you freeze but you brush it off as fast as you can, heading towards your apartment. He closes the truck door and locks his car, rushing after you without a single care that what you are so desperately trying to get away from is him. "Can we talk?"
"Not a great time for a talk, Tae!" You yell back at him, searching for your keys.
"I think it's the perfect time!" He claims, appearing at your side before you can unlock the door. "Just listen to me. Let me help."
"You don't want to help with this," you shake your head, barely listening to what he's saying.
"I do!"
You stop in your track, blinking at him confusedly. "You do?" You question, taken aback.
"If you were just listening to me for a second, you would have known."
"But youβ weβ thisβ"
"Do you want me to take care of that itch or not?"
You don't hesitate any longer, breathing out a desperate, "Yes."
You're not sure how you expected a kiss with Taehyun to look like, but it wasn't as gentle as this. You dropped your gym back in the hallway as soon as you closed the door behind yourself, and he didn't waste any second, latching his lips onto yours. And while the hands gripping your flesh were anything but, his kiss has been soft and tender.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's been wanting to do this for a while.
With your back pressed against the front door, you moan into his lips as he pushes a knee between your parted legs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you kiss him with more urgency.
"How long?" He asks before moving his lips lower, planting wet kisses to your throat. "You're like this because of me, right?"
"Yes," a whine escapes through your lips, your ears red from the embarrassement.
"How long?" He repeats his question, helping you rock forward on his thigh. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist as he does and you crazy. You need to get these clothes off.
"I don't⦠know," you cry into his ear, trying to move your hips faster. "It just happened." He hums into your skin. "Taehyun, please."
You feel him smirk against you as your plea reaches him. His hands move under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. You suddenly regret wearing a sports bra, wishing you'd have a more flattering one instead. "Will you get this off for me?" You nod, and as soon as he has his confirmation, he lowers himself down to his knees.
Your head spins at the sight, finding him more attractive than ever as he kneels in front of you. He toys with the hem of your pants, waiting for you to take off your shirt before pulling them down. You get rid of your sports bra just as quick, locking your eyes on him again.
Unlike you, he takes his time getting you rid of the last piece of clothing, his eyes glued to your skin as he hooks his fingers into your panties. The wet fabric is clinging to your pussy and Taehyun groans at the sight. This has got to be the best day of his life.
He drops the clothing to your ankles and you step out of it with ease, kicking it aside. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling at the brown locks lightly. He looks up, his mouth opened and just inches from where you need him the most. He grips your waist again, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're beautiful," he whispers, pressing his lips to your thigh. "Do you know that?"
You shiver under him, the image of him looking at you from between your legs now planted in your head. You watch him as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you in place with his hands. You're obsessed with the way he murmurs your name against your skin, grabbing any flesh he can get his hands on as his mouth meets your clit.
"Fuck," you breathe out instantly. It feels like forever since someone ate you out, your body recognizing the pleasure immediately and inching forward. Taehyun's tongue flickers over your sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping lower. His tongue slides between your folds, collecting all your wetness. The grip you have on his hair tightens, causing a low whine to leave his lips. You feels the sound in every part of your body.
You want his cock inside.
Crying out, barely understandable blabs leave your lips as you beg for more. You're not sure if he can't hear you or just doesn't care, but he simply continues with what he's been doing until now, taking care of your clit with his tongue.
It's only once he hears you moan his name that he decides to be nice to you, letting his fingers join. You almost thank him as he dips one of his fingers inside you, adding to the pleasure. The second finger comes right after, moving in a slow rhythm.
Adding a third fingers almost makes you come. Despite the teasing slow moves, he is nothing if not skilled. With his fingers pumping in and out of you and his tongue working you at the same time, you could probably come at his demand.
He hums against your skin, noticing you get closer. "Will you come for me, pretty?"
You whine at his words, nodding instantly. You feel hot all over, burning with need. Keeping him right where you want him, your legs shake around his head. It comes so fast, your breath shakes as you finish on his lips.
He pulls away only after licking you clean, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he brings his fingers to his mouth, wanting you to see him suck the last bits of you off. You moan at the sight, dropping your leg back down to the floor, trying your best for them not to give out. It feels like another work out.
"Come here, I need you to know how perfect you taste," he says as he pushes himself up again, chasing after your lips. Wrapping your hands around him as he kisses you, you use it to help you stand straight, needing to hold onto him. As if he could read your mind completely, he pulls away just enough to speak. "Do you have enough energy to stay here?"
You shake your head quickly, not seeing a reason to hide it from him. He nods back, not wasting any more time and picking you up with ease. You hook your legs around his waist while he grips your ass, getting more and more obsessed with touching your naked skin. "Bedroom?" He questions. "Please."
He sounds just as desperate as you are. God. You need to feel him inside. Nodding, you point him towards your bedroom despite knowing he is well aware of your apartment layout. It's not the first time he is over, but it certainly is the first time he's made you come at the door. Hopefully, it's not the last one, though.
Before you can even register being put down, Taehyun is already undressing, enjoying the way your eyes trail down his body. If you thought he was hot before, you are completely gone now. As soon as his shirt is off and you get a look at his build torso, you get wet all over again.
"Condoms?" He asks, his eyes locked on yours as he undoes his belt. Jesus. Can't he think about you a bit more? How are you supposed to not bounce on him instantly β even without getting that condom first β when he looks like this?
"In the drawer," you nod your head towards your bedside table and he nods, dropping his belt on the ground and pulling down his zipper as he walks around the bed to get it. You make yourself more comfortable as you watch him get rid of the last bits of clothing as well, climbing onto the bed to join you.
Your eyes fall to his cock even before he starts rolling the condom over his length, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight. You don't think you could even explain how pretty his dick is.
"Tae, please," you look up at him, batting your eyelashes. A barely audible groan leaves his lips as he closes the space between you and presses his lips to yours, his cock rubbing against your clit. Your hands wander across his naked skin, feeling the hard build muscles you're starting to appreciate a lot more than before.
Moaning into each other's mouths, his tip stretches your walls, taking his time with each inch. For a moment, you forget completely that he's one of your friends, everything you feel too much to be considered that. From the pleasure to the pound of your heart as he whispers sweet praises into your ear.
You rock your hips against his, meeting his rhythm. There's a loud yell in your head, begging for more despite his cock already filling you so much. "Turn around," you whine and Taehyun listens, flipping the both of you so he's not laying on his back with ease. As you sit on top now, you feel him even deeper, your hand resting against his chest for support.
His eyes stay locked on you, flickering between your face, bouncing tits, and the spot where his cock disappears into your body. He can't get enough. Thrusting his hips into you harder, the sounds you make get louder. It's a song to his ears.
Bringing his hands up, he squeezes your boobs, rolling your nipples between two of his fingers. You bite on your bottom lip to prevent the loud sounds from escaping, but it doesn't work as well as you'd like, the pleasure he brings you stronger than your want to stay quiet.
"I'm gonna come," you cry, rubbing your clit to help yourself get over the edge.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're taking me so well, I'm going to come too."
Still playing with your breasts, he takes you to another orgasm, moaning with you as you drop your head to his shoulders and sink your teeth into his skin, needing to focus on something other than the intense orgasm crashing down your body. As soon as you do, he paints the condom white as well. The sound he makes as he comes must be the prettiest one you've heard in a while.
Giving you a few more sloppy thrusts to help you both ride it out, he tries to help you off him only for you to sit right back down on his cock again. "What areβ"
"Please," you cry. "Just one more." Raising your head to look at him, you watch as his eyes flicker with want. His cock is as hard as if he didn't just come.
"You're going to be the death of me," he moans, claiming your lips in his. "Let me get the whole pack you have, baby, I think we'll need them."
hii iβm not sure if youβre taking requests right now but if you are and have time could we get a taehyun one shot where weβre gym partners and after a session together thereβs LOTS of tension and ends up as something more :P
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TXT hcs where member and reader are in a secret relationship but reader starts getting dating rumours with another fellow idol and If they're jealous then maybe they purposefully try to start dating rumours of their own like maybe wearing readers hoodie, or having a matching wallpaper or bracelet on purpose.
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dating rumor out now <33 God it's been so long since I actually sat down and wrote something from my requests adkakg im sorry guys i'll get to it eventually