Taeyang watches you from the couch, his posture lazy but eyes sharp. “Where do you think you're going?” His voice is casual, almost mocking as if he was mock you. He had that irritating smirk already tugging at his lips like he knows this is just another round of your endless game.

“Out.” You mutter, hand reaching for the doorknob, pulse racing with frustration. “I need to get away. This fight is so fucking pointless.”

He stands slowly, unfolding his lean frame with a dancer's grace, crossing the room in a few strides. He doesn't block you outright, but he leans against the doorframe, the smirk deepening into something infuriatingly smug. “Come on, you know you’re not actually upset.” His tone drips with a confidence that makes it seem like he's already won, reading the way your shoulders tense not just from anger but from the pull you feel toward him.

He was so infuriatingly addicting it made your head hot.

You pause, keys jingling in your hand, “Move. I'm serious.”But your voice wavers, and he catches it, his grin widening because he knows the hold he has and he especially knows the way your body always betrays your resolve.

In a blink, he's on you, hands rougher this time as he snatches the keys from your fingers and tosses them across the room with a clatter. His body slams close, pinning you against the door, the hard line of his chest pressing into yours, heat pouring off him like a threat. “Let me fix it.” He murmurs, lips ghosting yours until they’re on you without warning, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth and claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss.

He bites your lower lip hard that it stings, sucking it between his teeth before releasing with a pop, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

You don't pull away, not caring that the embers of your argument were still burning because the obsessive tug low in your gut made your thighs clench.

His hands yank at your jacket, ripping it off your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, before shoving under your shirt, nails scraping your sides as he hauls the fabric up and over your head. Your bra's next, snapped open with a flick of his fingers, he palms your tits roughly, squeezing until your nipples harden into aching peaks under his thumbs.

“I love that these will always be mine.” He mutters coldly, pinching one nipple viciously, twisting it while his mouth descends on the other, teeth sinking just shy of breaking skin and tongue lashing the bud in harsh, wet circles that make your knees buckle.

He lifts you by the back of your thighs, hurrying you over toward the couch before he threw you off, forcing you down onto the cushions. “Spread your legs.” He orders, dropping to his knees between your thighs.

His fingers claw at your jeans, yanking the zipper down and dragging the denim off along with your panties in one brutal pull, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You feel vulnerable beyond measure, heart beating relentless with a twisted thrill while he stares at your slick folds, his eyes gleaming with possessive hunger.

“Pathetic how wet you get for me, even when you're pissed.” His hands clamp onto your inner thighs, forcing them apart wide until your muscles strain, holding you splayed open for him. He dives in without mercy, mouth latching onto your clit with a savage suck that rips a gasp from your throat.

His tongue flicks, fast and unyielding, circling the swollen nub before flattening to lap at your entrance, slurping up your arousal like he's starving. Two fingers thrust inside you abruptly, stretching your walls as he curls them deep, hooking against that spongy spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

He pumps them hard, knuckles slamming against your folds with wet smacks, his free hand digging bruises into your thigh to keep you pinned. You squirmed beneath him, your mouth shaped like an O as your hands gripped the back of his head, yanking his soft hair that you inadvertently tried to pull him off, but you didn’t mean to.

“Take it.” He snarls against your pussy, the vibration of his words sending shocks through your core. He adds a third finger, pounding them roughly to open you wider, his tongue never stopping and sucking your sweet bud harder. His teeth grazed it in mean nips that border on pain, pushing you into a fucked out haze where pleasure blurs with the edge of too much.

Your hips buck involuntarily, chasing the intensity while juices leaked down his hand that was still finger-fucking you. His thumb grinded on your clit now in brutal circles as the feeling builds, your body coiling like a spring about to snap.

“Show me how much you want this.” He demands, voice muffled but commanding, his pace turning punishing.

Your orgasm crashes over violently, your pussy convulsing in sharp spasms, gushing slick that soaks his palm as you scream, back arching off the couch, toes curling into the fabric. He doesn't let up, fingers still thrusting through your climax, drawing out every shudder until you're whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.

Taeyang pulls back finally, rising with that evil smirk plastered on his face, lips glistening with your release. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours as he unzips his pants, freeing his cock — the head flushed pink and dripping pre-cum. He strokes it once, roughly, base to tip, letting you see how hard he is from owning you like this.

“Turn over for me.” His tone makes room for no argument as he brings your ass up and stands behind you.

He grabs your hips, poking at you until your pussy is angled perfectly for him. The tip of his hard on nudges your entrance, teasing for a split second before his hand crashes down, a red sting ghosting immediately after.

“Make a sound, and you won’t get to finish.” He says coldly before thrusting in without warning. You whimper out, slapping a hand over your mouth before you shove your head into the couch cushion, obeying his recent demand.

Your walls stretch around his girth, the burn mixing with the fullness in a way thats beyond overwhelming and every inch of him dragged against your sensitive insides. “Still so fucking tight after I just wrecked you.” He hisses, hips snapping forward immediately, no warm-up, just raw, dominant pounding that made the couch creak under you.

His hand finds your hair, pulling you back now and separating you from the pillow that muffled your sweet noises.

He fucks you, owning every single inch. Brutal strokes hit your cervix on every plunge, balls slapping your ass with lewd, rhythmic smacks. Sweat slicks his skin, dripping onto your back as he watches your hands grip the couch as hard as you can. “Nobody fucks you like I do..” He grunts out — his jealousy still clearly lingering.

Without warning, he pulled out completely — causing you to whine from the sudden absence of his warm cock. “I wanna watch you.” He says coldly, flipping you back over before spreading your legs once more before him.

He grabs you by your throat, pulling you forward to meet you in the middle with a sloppy kiss before shoving you back down, and lining himself back up.

He teased slowly, leaving you begging for more before thrusting forward, watching you take him with a filthy grin on his face.

“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. This is what you walked right into. My dick fixing all your bullshit.”

He shifts his angle, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each thrust, the friction building that insane pressure again. His pace turns erratic, hips pistoning faster, cock throbbing inside you as he chases his own release while forcing yours. “So fucking perfect for me.” He groans, slapping your thigh sharply, the sting making you clench around him involuntarily. Your nails drag down his back, drawing red lines as you gasp in despair, but he just laughs low and mean — thrusting deeper until your vision blurs.

The second orgasm rips through you like lightning, your pretty pussy clamping down on his cock in vise-like pulses, draining him as you wail, body seizing in waves of ecstasy.

He doesn't stop, fucking you through it with relentless drives, his groans turning guttural. “Mine.” He snarls, burying himself to the hilt one final time, cock jerking as he unloads, hot ropes of cum that flooded inside of you. He grinds against you, ensuring every drop stays deep, marking you from the inside.

Panting, he finally stills, cock still twitching inside your oversensitive walls. He drops his forehead to yours, that irritating grin returning as he kisses you possessively, tongue invading once more.

“Feel better?”

💌 mika’s message! hello……. this is for eni…. and eni only……. but if u are not eni and read this then hello. im gonna go now ok???? i feel freaky , this may be my calling but we can’t talk here so email me. I GOTTA GO OKAY?? I GOTTA GO.

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The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.

And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.

But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.

The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.

He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.

But this? This was insane.

Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…

You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.

“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.

“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.

“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.

He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.

His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.

“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.

“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”

He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”

Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…

Really?

“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.

He was so easily … up for it???

Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.

The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.

You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.

At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.

Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.

His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.

The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.

The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.

Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.

“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.

You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.

Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.

user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦

user12: sexy

user90: Missed your face sweetheart

user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘

user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆

“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.

user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍

user77: Mmm do it again

user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘

user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard

As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.

Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.

His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.

“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.

He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.

'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.

“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.

You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.

Money hungry freak.

You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.

“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.

His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.

The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.

He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.

He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.

Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.

Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.

He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.

Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.

“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.

“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.

The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.

“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.

You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs. 

He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.

Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.

He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.

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He had been hovering for a while before he said anything, close enough that you were hyperaware, and hoping he would somehow take the hint without you having to give it to him directly.

He didn’t though, of course.

“So,” He began, his arm coming to rest against the bar a little too close to yours, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out alone tonight?”

You didn’t look at him. You lifted your drink instead, taking a slow sip. “I’m not alone.”

There was a pause, and then a soft hum. “Looks like it.”

You shifted your body slightly, angling away to create space that he immediately filled again, clearly not registering what you were doing.

Or actually he just didn’t care.

Your fingers tightened around your glass, condensation dampening your grip as your patience thinned. You gave him short answers, nothing that could carry a conversation forward, but he kept trying anyway, leaning closer each time.

You exhaled through your nose, setting your glass down a little harder than necessary. “Take the hint.” You finally said, turning just enough to meet his eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”

Obviously, that was far from true —and honestly, it didn’t even sound convincing coming out of your mouth.

But you said it anyway! Hoping it would be enough to shut him down.

Wrong.

He smiled like you just told him something mildly entertaining, leaning in even closer instead of just backing off like you’d hope. “Oh yeah?”

Your stomach dropped, irritation turning into something tighter and uncomfortable. You were already bracing yourself to repeat it, probably even louder this time, when suddenly the space around you shifted.

A hand had slid around your hip.

You didn’t have time to react before it pulled you back, your body now fitting against someone else’s chest in one smooth motion that felt practiced.

Their hand slid upward from your hip, palm dragging along your side in a way that made your brain circuit — the movement felt deliberate, and they were taking their sweet time.

Your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up, heat rushing wherever their touch followed. By the time their hand reached your waist, it settled there firmly, fingers spreading just enough to keep you right where they wanted you.

“There you are.”

His voice was low and close enough that you felt it more than heard it at first, the sound brushing past your ear as your breath caught.

For a moment, you went completely still. Because what the fuck.

Then, gaining all the courage you could, you turned your head just enough to look up, and recognition hit almost instantly.

You had noticed him earlier, but not on purpose. Upon entering the bar, you were quick to spot him from across the room, laughing with someone and leaning against a wall — it was no secret that he was handsome, god he was beautiful, and that’s exactly why he caught your eye.

And now he was right behind you, his hand still resting at your waist, holding you in place like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His eyes met yours briefly, completely unreadable, but there was something in them that made it clear he understood exactly what was happening without you having to say a word.

“Oh—” The guy in front of you hesitated, clearly thrown off now, his attention snapping between the two of you, “I didn’t know you were—”

“Yeah,” The stranger cut in smoothly, finally giving him a look — his tone was flat, leaving no room to argue.

His hand shifted slightly against your side, fingers pressing just enough to ground you, while his thumb brushed once along your bare waist in a slow, absent motion that made your breath catch again.

“She gets a little distracted sometimes,” He added, like it was an inside joke, something casual to sound real without trying too hard.

The difference was immediate. The guy in front of you had straightened, whatever confidence he had before was slipping now that you were not alone and someone else had stepped in to take up the space beside you in a way he couldn’t compete with.

“Well… she didn’t say—”

“Oh, but I think she did.” He didn’t raise his voice and the way he said it made it clear this conversation was over.

The guy muttered something under his breath, stepping back, and within seconds he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with someone you had never met still holding you like he had every reason to.

And he didn’t even let go right away.

His arm stayed around your waist, his body angled behind yours, close enough that you could still feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“You okay?” He finally asked — his voice softer now, closer to your ear.

You nodded, a little too quickly. “Yeah. I’m— I’m good. Thank you.”

His grip loosened then, not all at once, but you were now able to turn. His hand slid slightly along your waist as you shifted to face him, but you didn’t step away from it.

There was barely any space between you two, so close that you could actually take him in properly. You noticed the way his hair fell slightly out of place, and the subtle curve of his mouth that was holding back a smile. You admired the way his eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.

“Didn’t mean to invade your space like that, just thought you might needed a hand,” He explained himself, edged with something that sounded amused.

A small breath of a laugh slipped out of you. “No, thank you — I appreciate it.”

Your pulse picked up again, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he still was and of the way his hand hadn’t fully left you, resting lightly against your side.

“Do you always pretend to be strangers’ boyfriends, or am I just special?” You asked, tilting your head just slightly, trying to keep your voice steady.

That got a reaction. Something sweet settled into his expression and irmade your chest tighten.

“Depends,” He said, his voice dropping slightly. “You planning on needing me again tonight?”

Your breath caught at the question. “Maybe,” You admitted.

A quiet smile pulled at his lips, something almost satisfied in it. “Then I think your boyfriend should at least get you another drink.”

You raised a brow, a hint of a smile breaking through. “I think my boyfriend owes me his name first.”

He let out a soft laugh. “Fair.” His gaze still fixed on yours and he wasn’t in any hurry to look away. “Keeho.”

You repeated it with a small smile, giving your name in return.

Keeho leaned in slightly, closing what little space was left between you, his gaze holding yours. “Now… how about that drink?” He murmured, his grip at your waist tightening just enough to remind you it was still there.

You let out a quiet breath, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself, your gaze staying locked on his. “By all means.”

His lips curved, something satisfied settling in his expression as a low laugh slipped out.

“Good answer.”

💌 mika’s message! This was a drabble in my Notes i decided to finish bc i love Rev and that is my best friend so this is For them anyways trying to write oneshots again ok so i’m testing the waters Lmk. Did It eat. i tried really hard aka i recycled this plot from another fandom i wrote it for 😍😍