Tanned skin, broad shoulders and a criminally narrow waist that flashes beneath the flannel he wears over his tank top— all complimented by a face sculpted by the gods with clear love and care; a plump bottom lip that juts into a pout, tall nose and large eyes that scanned the room curiously— you first made eye contact after Kai let you in, your gaze instantly attracted to the makeshift halo given to him by the lamp he sat in front, his long black hair falling into his eyes. While you instantly looked away, intimidated by how attractive he was, you felt his gaze linger on you for a bit longer.

You let Kai take your hand and drag you to the couch across from this beautiful stranger; some random animated adult comedy show droned on in the background, the only light left after the lamp gets turned off, a few others already taking up space on the couches; you squeezed into the corner while Kai sat to your left, Soobin and Beomgyu taking up the rest of the space— they were nice and fun to talk to, but you only knew them through Kai; you learned it was more entertaining to watch them try to argue whilst high out of their minds.

Across from you, Kazuha and Yunjin wave at you— you were mutual friends through Kai, getting to know them through your econ class after you were paired together for a project; they introduce you to the friends they invited, Chaeryoung and Ryujin. Yeonjun has forfeited a seat on the couch in favor of sitting on the floor, hunched over the coffee table as he rolls up— when you greet him, he gives you a toothy grin, nodding behind him as he introduces you to his invited guest—

"Taehyun." Oh god, you have to try your best not to react too much as he greets you— a polite smile is all you can muster, because you fear anything more than that would give away the effect his mere voice already has on you. It's smooth and deep, with an unexpected gentleness in his tone despite the cool and standoffish front he has going on. You all fall silent, some paying attention to the television while you opt to watch Yeonjun finish rolling up the joint.

He works fast, his fingers nimble and clearly experienced; as much as you like to tease that his skill is concerning, you never turn down a smoke session when it's Yeonjun that's rolling up— you'd like to think that the extra care he puts in his joints add a little extra something that makes your high better. Not that you'd ever tell him that.

You're snapped out of your trance at the sound of Yeonjun calling your name; blinking owlishly, you find him holding out the finished joint and a lighter out to you, eyes tinted with an amused glint.

"Wanna start it off?" he asks— you suddenly feel everyone's eyes fall on you. "You look like you're dying for a hit."

"Am not," you scoff, yet take up the offer anyway; this earns a chuckle from Taehyun, who you can't help but become attuned to instantly. Placing the joint between your lips, you pray that you don't fumble lighting it up and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

Then again, it's hard to when you have Yeonjun's work in your hands— you quietly marvel at how quickly the joint lights up, taking a slow drag and watching the tip burn in response. You turn your head to the side to blow out the smoke before passing it over to Kai, settling back on the couch and turning your attention on the show that plays in the background.

As the joint makes its way back to you, a quiet conversation adds to the white noise; you talk about the semester and the finals that approach, listening to Yunjin rant animatedly about her cumulative calculus exam that's driving her up the wall, nodding along in sympathy. Beside you, Kai starts to complain about his job— hyping himself up by saying the same as always: "I'm gonna quit once this semester ends, I swear." The effects of the weed already seem to kick in as you can only muster a slightly slurred remark that he's a hypocrite that's been repeating the same thing for the past two years— when you stumble over your sentence one time too many, the group begins to laugh and you quietly scold yourself to shut the hell up.

It's been a while since you last smoked; you're definitely sure it's showing too, as you proceed to melt into the couch more while the others continue the conversation like nothing— at some point, the others start skipping you when passing the joint around.

Beomgyu and Soobin have started arguing again, something about League and their current rankings. While they have the world's most incomprehensible screaming match, Yunjin drags the girls up and to the kitchen, rambling off about how hungry she is— she turns to you to ask if you'd like to tag along, but when your bleary eyes meet hers and you give her a sluggish shake of your head, she leaves without a fight. Yeonjun trails after them at the reminder of food; beside you, Kai watches his friends fight with a small smile, taking a slow hit from the joint and leaning on your shoulder with a sigh. The two of you curl into each other, and while Kai laughs at the jabs the two throw at each other, you're left unsure of whether they're even speaking a language you know.

A chill runs through your body, and you instinctively turn to the couch across from you— your eyes meet with Taehyun's for the umpteenth time today, but in your high induced daze, you don't feel a panicked urge to look away. Instead, you allow yourself to hold his stare, tilting your head as your eyes begin to wander.

He's shed his flannel; he's left in nothing but a white tank, showing off his arms that are so defined with muscle you're able to pick it up under the low light of the TV. It's unbearable, having such perfect eye-candy on display— even more so when he places his hands behind his head and stretches back, his short tank riding up and exposing his stomach— rather, his fucking abs. You didn't think it was possible to find someone with actual defined abs in real life; Yeonjun always complains to you about how hard they are to maintain.

You're suddenly aware of how dry your mouth is, and you can't control the way you gulp as an attempt to relive the tension. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, his back arching as he continues to stretch— a low groan escapes his lips, and before you can look away and feign nonchalance, he's melting back down into the couch and meeting your eyes again.

Your face feels like it's on fire, your eyes widening a fraction as you look away— but not before catching the way his lips quirked up in amusement.

"I don't give a fuck that you were at master tier— you're at emerald now and I'm at diamond. So I'm obviously better."

"When have you ever reached master?!" Soobin's yell cuts off your flustered line of thoughts, jumping closer to Kai from the shock his sudden increase in volume gave you. Kai merely laughs at you, grabbing your thighs to bring your legs up to rest on his lap; he absentmindedly rubs your thigh while watching the two continue to debate on who's better.

"And who had to carry you during last night's match?!" Beomgyu yells back; the two are heated, sitting up and trying to loom over each other, but they keep trying to one-up each other that you think they'll stand up any moment. "How many kills did you get again?!"

"Hey, did you want any more?" Kai is holding out the joint to you, leaning in so you can hear him over the screaming match happening next to you. You think about it for a minute— you still feel light and dreamy, but there's the unmistakable feeling of the fog clearing in your mind, able to keep a better grasp on your surroundings than before— and decide it's too early to let the feeling fade, nodding softly and going to reach for the joint.

Instead, Kai beats you to it. He's bringing the joint to your lips, smiling when you raise a brow in surprise but accept the gesture anyway; you follow his instructions to take a long hit, and when he finally pulls the joint away, you've filled your lungs with so much smoke that you end up having a small coughing fit.

"Shit, my bad— that was probably a little too much," he pushes your legs off his lap and hands you the joint, giving you a pat on your back before standing, "I'll go get you some water."

You're left trying to calm down your coughing fit with the smoking joint in your hand, Soobin and Beomgyu now speaking so fast you feel like you're going crazy— there isn't a single word you're able to pick up on, and all you can do is stare at the rug beneath your feet as the weed begins to course through your system once more.

The joint feels warm between your fingers, and you're suddenly itching to get rid of it; glancing to your left, you immediately rule out Soobin and Beomgyu who have now begun to point aggressively at each other. The only other person you can hand this to is sitting across from you, and already staring when you look at him. Taehyun sends you a small smile, reaching his hand out in a silent plea. He's too far from you, so you're resigned to stand on shaky legs and walk over to hand him the joint.

Maybe you should've paid a bit more attention to your surroundings— because then you would've been able to catch Yeonjun's bag on the floor next to the coffee table, your foot catching on it and sending you stumbling forward; you crash into the couch unceremoniously, able to turn your body at the last second to ensure you didn't crush the joint nor burn either you or Taehyun with it— instead, you almost fall on him, saved instead by his hands that shoot forward to steady you. Your head spins from the sudden movement, panting as your heart tries to calm down from the scare.

"Fuck, that's so embarrassing," you whine, covering your face with a hand in shame— Soobin and Beomgyu's argument is briefly cut off in favor of laughing at you, retreating to their own world in surrender after you send them a glare. You hear a low chuckle next to you, and your heart begins to panic once more as you remember who it is you almost fell on top of.

"I'm so sorry," you say through the gaps of your fingers— you don't have the guts to look at him, holding the joint out to his general direction instead. When he takes it, his fingers brush over yours; they're warm and a bit calloused, and you try to ignore the electricity that shoots through your fingertips into the rest of your body.

"No need to apologize," Taehyun says, "you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," you say, trying to adjust yourself on the couch— you really don't think you can get back up, especially now that you're high again— you shift away from him, just so you don't have to feel like you're going to shut down every time your thighs press against each other, and frown, feeling a sudden tension in your right hand.

Taehyun takes another hit, and you try to watch from the corner of your eye—his plump lips that wrap around the joint, his brows that knit together while he inhales, looking away from you so he can exhale; you catch him doing a ghost, and you swear you've never seen anyone look so hot while smoking. You're quick to look away so he won't catch you ogling this time.

You're back to watching the TV absentmindedly, the tension in your hand coming back as you shift— frowning, you begin to massage your hand, flinching when your fingers push into the knuckle of your thumb; a stinging sensation shoots through you, and you can't hold back the sharp hiss you let out as you experimentally push in again. Taehyun's head snaps over, watching quietly as you continue to massage your thumb, fingers careful and hesitant as you press into the muscle.

Your eyes that were glued to the hands on your lap widen as Taehyun reaches for your sore hand, bringing it up to his face to examine it; your mouth feels dry as you observe the concern etched into his frown, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and turning your hand over in his— his lips clamp down on the joint so he can examine you with his other hand, leaning toward you as he does.

Slowly, his fingers smooth over your skin, fingertips stopping at the knuckle you were tending to earlier. His thumb and pointer fingers move to squeeze your joint experimentally, his eyes flickering up to your face when you grimace and your hand twitches in his hold.

"How bad does it hurt?" he murmurs, his face so close to yours it feels like you've been sucked into a whole different dimension. You can smell the weed that lingers with the joint, the flame beginning to die out, and the clean, calming scent of his cologne— serene and endless, like a cabin in the woods surrounded by the smell of cedar and nature. It's fresh, clean— his face is a mere inches away from yours, and when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, you feel as though you've been kicked in the gut and forced to answer.

"Not— not too bad, I'm sure it's nothing serious," he raises a brow, digging his fingers into your muscle once more— when you let out a choked yelp, the corners of his lips tick up. You let out a shaky breath as you try to be brave and hold his stare. "I think I just landed on it wrong."

"You're sure?" his eyes sparkle with an undeniable mischief, watching with a glint in his eyes as you immediately nod— he presses into your thumb again, just to watch you jolt and try to rip your hand from his; he tightens his hold on you before you can. "Still sure?"

"Okay, maybe it's a little sore," your courage has been snuffed out, your eyes falling to your lap dejectedly. Taehyun chuckles, plucking the joint from his lips before putting it down on the ash tray on the coffee table— his hand has yet to let yours go.

"Thought so," he murmurs; bringing your hand close, he caresses the sore spot slowly. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so rough with you."

Your mind goes blank— his fingers linger on your skin for a second, his eyes fluttering to look up at you once more. He's gently placing your hand back on your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze before he lets go. You're not sure what prompts you into saying the things you do, but the words tumble from your lips anyway.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind."

Beside you, Taehyun stiffens; he does nothing more than nod, letting out a thoughtful hum and leaning back into the couch. The air between you two feels undeniably charged, and you think you might blurt out something stupid again if this tension persists. Instead, you're saved by Kai who finally emerges from the kitchen— you send him a glare for taking so long, and he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Yeonjun was telling us about his situationship again," he sits next to you, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to you, "I got distracted."

"You're lucky I love you," you murmur, gulping down water— Kai leans in, dropping his voice and whispering in your ear.

"Why'd you switch seats?"

You don't like the tone in his voice— teasing, as though you had ulterior motives. You narrow your eyes at him when you find a coy smile playing at his lips.

"I was passing the joint to him."

"And you just had to stay here?"

"Shut up," you raise your voice, smacking his shoulder to get him away from you— while Kai just laughs, you see Taehyun glance over at you from your peripheral. "Whatever you're thinking, stop."

"Yes ma'am," Kai gathers your legs in his lap again, pulling you closer instinctively, "Taehyun, could you pass the joint over here?"

"Sure," he leans forward, picking up the joint before frowning— he gives a testing tug, and when nothing comes out, he shakes his head. "It went out. Where's the lighter?"

"Oh— I have it," you're patting your pockets in search of it, finally fishing it out with a triumphant cheer— you're about to hand it over to Taehyun, but instead of taking it, he leans into you, the joint hanging between his lips.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his— his eyes are dark, and he's raising a brow at you as though your hesitation were odd— he nods his chin toward you, and you're bringing up the lighter, having to flick it a few times before the flame finally emerges. While his gaze is glued to the tip of the joint, you take this moment to get a closer look at him; his black hair that's lit up under the soft flame, stray hairs falling over his round eyes with thick lashes that flutter softly, his smooth skin and slim face, you take it all in like it's the last time you'll ever see him again; when he finally pulls away, you're quick to do the same, afraid to get caught staring for the millionth time tonight.

You face forward, trying to pretend that the moment that passed wasn't enough to startle your heart— when you look up, you're mortified to find Soobin and Beomgyu staring at you with wide, sleazy smiles. When you frown, their grins only widen— you shake your head softly when you see Beomgyu ready to speak, and to your surprise, he actually shuts his mouth with a coy chuckle; you think there might've been genuine fear flashing in your eyes with the way he obliged so easily.

From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyun taking another hit before passing it off to you; you don't hesitate to take it this time, more than ready to ease tonight's tension a bit, taking a long hit before passing it off to Kai— you and Taehyun don't interact much for the rest of the night, and while your heart is thankful for it, your brain quietly itches for a little more; a glance, a conversation, something— but Taehyun falls quiet without Yeonjun by his side, and the said man spends the rest of the night in the kitchen ranting to the girls about his recent heartache.

It isn't until everyone is leaving that you run into him again, standing idly in the kitchen and picking at the snacks that were left behind; it's two AM and you've cashed in your best friend privileges to sleep over at Kai's while everyone is saying their goodbyes after finally sobering up. Yeonjun is glued to your side, sneaking in a last few pieces from the candy bowl while you make him promise to catch you up on everything he was spilling to the rest of the girls.

"It's not my fault, you're the one that chose to stay on the couch the whole time."

"Well, you should've tried to come get me again!"

"Why would I do that?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a coy grin, "when you and Taehyunie were getting along so well?"

"Whatever," you shove him off you with a scoff, but he only lets out an obnoxious laugh, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek before bidding you goodbye and running out the kitchen. Taehyun wanders in a few minutes later.

It's ridiculous, really— your heart begins to race the moment you make eye-contact with him, and you're turning to face the counter as a result, picking aimlessly at snacks and candy bowls in a weak attempt to seem busy. You think your heart might stop when you feel him looming over you, his shadow encasing yours as he softly clears his throat; you have to brace yourself before you finally turn around.

"Hey," his voice is deep and a bit raspy, and you get a whiff of mint as he speaks— sure enough, he's chewing on gum, and you realize with a pathetic skip of your heart that he has dimples, one so deep and etched into the side of his right cheek. "Do you have Yeonjun's lighter?"

Oh. That bastard.

"Oh! I do, yeah," you give a weak laugh, an attempt to ease your overactive nerves; sure enough, Yeonjun's lighter is still in your pocket, and you're fishing out the Zippo decorated with stickers and handing it out to him.

"Thanks," he shoves it in his front pocket, and you nod. He takes a step back, and lingers for a moment. "It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," your response is a tad too swift and eager, and though it makes your skin crawl, the smile he gives you evens it out. "It was nice meeting you too."

He gives you a polite smile before turning on his heel and leaving for good— you watch him leave, quietly following up to the kitchen doorway just to keep him in your sight a little longer.

And thank god you do— because the image of his broad back and the subtle flex of his muscles is the last thing you get to ingrain in your mind before Kai shuts the door behind him. Your best friend is instantly turning to you, and you hide behind the wall and pretend you hadn't been caught.

His obnoxious cackle is enough to have your skin heating up with embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands as you recount the way you acted tonight.

"Dude, you were like a cat in heat."

You can't even fight back, because he's undeniably right.

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You can't stop thinking about him. It's been a week, and he's still invading your thoughts; maybe it's because you're starting to notice him on Yeonjun's Instagram posts more, or because you actually pay attention to Kai's rants after finding out he works with him at the local record shop— he's everywhere. He's been everywhere, and you just never realized it. You're anxious to see him again, your heart trembling with every night you had to spend overthinking the few hours you spent together— the lingering gazes, his touch on your hand, the kind glint in his eyes— you're tired of recounting the same scenarios over and over. So when Kai invites you to be his plus one to a party Taehyun's friend is hosting, who are you to say no to your best friend?

"Oh my god, how many times are you gonna ask? I don't know, they look the same to me!"

"They're literally not!" you flip the denim skirts over to show him the back, "the pockets! And the color! One's darker."

"Well they look the same."

"Ugh, you're not helping," you throw the skirts off to the side, flopping on your desk chair with a sigh. From your bed, Kai pouts, hugging your bunny plush closer as he watches you massage your temples.

"What about that one dress you have?" you look up in confusion, and he nods over to your open closet, "the pink one you got for our beach trip."

Your face lights up— that pink dress. The one you found at the mall by sheer luck, flattering and short with a skirt that swayed with your movements and gave others a peek of what was underneath if you weren't too careful. You completely forgot you owned it.

"Kai, have I ever told you how much I love you?" you bat your lashes at him, skipping over to the closet— sure enough, the pretty pink material peeked out from the very back of the rack, begging to be taken out. Kai only hums absently, and you look over your shoulder to send him a smile. "Now can you please get out? I'm gonna change."

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You're smoothing the dress down your hips when Kai knocks. It's been half an hour and you've yet to let him back in again.

"Come in," you finally say, turning to the side in the mirror, checking if the halter straps of your dress are tied in that perfect bow you practiced. The fabric of the skirt moves with you, fluttering around your thighs like a blooming flower— you see Kai come into the frame behind you, wearing a tight shirt and jeans that sit just a tad bit low on his hips, skin coming into view when he raises his hand to ruffle his curled blond hair. You glance at your appearance one last time before turning to him.

"Do I look okay?"

"You look great," he smiles, taking you in, in all your glittery glory, "you'll have Taehyun drooling all over you tonight."

"Shut up," you scoff, turning your back to him and scampering to get your purse and heels— Kai's insufferable smirk won't leave his face as he leads you out and to the ride he ordered to take you two to the party.

Kai is graceful enough to drop the subject for the rest of the car ride, choosing to tell you about the actual host of tonight's party so you don't go in blind; contrary to what you previously thought, there's no special occasion for tonight's party— Keeho merely did it for the love of the game. Kai details how Keeho throws parties every month or so, because after having his twenty-first get called a "rager", he decided it'd be fun to keep the title up.

"It might be packed tonight," Kai says, "Taehyun was telling me all the shit he had to get for tonight— from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be surprised if there were like, over a hundred people in there."

"Jesus Christ," you're pulling in to a street, finding the neighborhood lined with cookie-cutter houses that look like it'd take you three jobs to maintain; you can already spot a house toward the end of the cul-de-sac bleeding music loud enough to disturb the neighbors and other cars dropping off people who are already stumbling inside— adrenaline licks up your spine, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of a party actually living up to the hype. When you turn back to Kai with stars in your eyes, he laughs.

"See what I mean?" He thanks your driver before sliding out the car behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you inside, "He got the reputation for a reason."

"How the hell has this not gotten shut down yet?" you have to raise your voice as you slip inside, the air instantly switching to something foggy and hot— there isn't a single person in front of your that's sober, and Kai has to lean close to be able to hear you.

"I think his neighbors are usually out on business trips," Kai yells, "but I've also heard rumors that he keeps a "special" relationship with them, if you know what I mean."

You do not. And you're sure you really don't want to.

"That's him!" Kai is pointing at the elevated DJ booth, and when you ask who you're supposed to be looking at, he points at the DJ himself— your jaw drops as you take him in, platinum hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his dark eyes narrowed as he focuses on his deck; he takes off one of headphones as someone approaches him, probably requesting a song stupid enough to warrant the way his face twists with disgust, waving the person away without a second thought.

"Wait!" something in your mind clicks when you see him look up, the confident grin on his face giving you flashbacks to a late night out, "Isn't he DJ K? From the rave we went to?!"

Kai's nod is reciprocated with a slap to his shoulder— when he gives you an offended look, you scoff.

"He's been throwing parties this whole time and you didn't bother telling me you knew him?"

"Taehyun knows him," the mere mention of his name is enough to bring a smug smile to Kai's face, "so if you're gonna be mad at anyone, get mad at him."

Kai's sporting that weird look on his face again, like he's scheming something and you're at his mercy— it's making you nervous, and it must show on your face because your friend is taking your hand and dragging you through the house with a suspicious familiarity that makes you wanna hit him again. Instead, you allow him to bring you to the mini-bar— bar!— they have, ordering a round of shots you gratefully accept. The tequila Kai ordered for you goes down smooth, though you can't stop yourself from making a face, scanning the crowd to try and play it off; you can see Kai laughing at you from the corner of your eye.

"You wanna go dance?" he asks, watching you continue to analyze the crowd before you, "or… are you looking for someone?"

Reluctantly, you look up at him— he sounds like he knows something you don't, so you give in and tell the truth. "Maybe."

"About time. C'mon," Kai offers his hand, lacing your fingers with his and pulling you close, weaving through bodies and venturing deeper into the house— again, with such effortlessness that has you irked. He's leading you to the basement, leaning close to your ear with a grin. "That clueless act was getting old."

His loud laugh and the booming music is enough to drown out the names you curse out, the smell of weed already reaching your senses as the air gets cloudier the more you descend— your heart begins to pound in anticipation at the thought of getting to see Taehyun again.

Right as you reach the last step, Kai lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around your waist instead— when you send him a confused look, he merely shrugs and pulls you in closer.

"Don't want any creeps to try and hit on you."

The basement is relatively dark, only lit up by a line of bulb string lights that go across the back wall— there are small rectangular windows high up that are left open, and a pool table off to the side where a few people crowd, but the real center of attention lies in the center of the room, people melted into the couches that circle a small coffee table, filled up with ashtrays and beer bottles— it's there that you spot Taehyun rolling up, finishing up a joint— not the first one, if the lingering smoke in the room is any indicator. His tongue darts out to lick along the paper, and like some freaky sixth sense, his eyes dart up to meet yours.

"Scary," Kai's hold on your waist tightens, "it's like he was waiting for you."

Your heart flips at the mere thought, but you act aloof as you allow your friend to lead you into the circle, finding a conveniently open spot next between Yeonjun and Taehyun— the former cheers at the sight of you two, opening his arms for a hug you happily initiate.

"Finally!" You're bending over to hug Yeonjun, who's practically one with the couch— Kai hovers behind you to cover your rising dress. "I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"And who told you I was coming?" because it definitely wasn't you— pulling back, you catch Yeonjun's red eyes widen before glancing over your shoulder. You've barely spent five minutes with him, but Yeonjun's already managed to piss you off.

"You came at a good time," Yeonjun says instead, pulling you down by the wrist to sit next to down; Kai squeezes between you two instead of taking the open spot. "Those dumbass randoms took our joint, so Taehyunie's rolling us a new one."

Sure enough, Taehyun's cleared out a small space on the coffee table to make way for his setup; a thought lingers in your head that you wish you could've seen him rolling up, because as he's finishing up the surprisingly pearled joint, your eyes linger on his nimble hands, and your thoughts wander to an embarrassingly desperate place.

Taehyun is fishing something from his pocket, a simple black lighter with the letters K.TH written toward the bottom of one side; he goes to sit as he lights the joint, the action so indifferent that you're convinced to think nothing of the way he falls back next to you, pressed close despite having plenty of space to sit.

He's dressed in all black today; a simple black tee that hugs his body and ends just above the waistband to his jeans, earning you a peek of his navel as he leans back against the couch. The thin silver chain he wears glints under the low light of the flame, complimented by the small silver hoop earrings that decorate his ears. When he looks over at you, you play off your staring by pretending you were waiting patiently for him to pass the joint to you.

You quickly realize that Taehyun is a very quiet person— and it's frustrating. Kai and Yeonjun make idle conversation that you occasionally jump into, but your interest is more on the man next to you that's decided all he can do is nod along to what the others are saying. By the time the joint has been passed back to you for the umpteenth time, you're high to push yourself to try and talk to him— the last thing you want to do is stumble over your sentences trying to woo this man.

"I wouldn't pass it to her, I think she's already out of it," Yeonjun and Kai laugh to themselves, and your head rolls over to them to send a scathing glare. Your sluggish movements only serve to make them laugh harder. "She's a total lightweight."

"You liar!" you're sitting up, crossing your arms against your chest with a pout. "Just because I don't smoke every other day like you, doesn't mean I'm a lightweight!"

"Nah, if you take another hit you'll probably fall asleep," Kai is all in your face with that insufferable grin of his, refusing to stand down, "it's what you always do when we smoke at my place."

You're about to curse Kai out for airing out your business like this— the last thing you want Taehyun thinking is that you're a lame person to smoke with! You're fired up, brows knitting together and lips curling to a scowl when suddenly, Taehyun cuts into the conversation.

"Hey, don't do my girl like that," all heads are snapping over at him: Yeonjun and Kai because they're surprised to hear him join in, and you because you think you're hearing things.

He's leaned back against the couch, arms crossed and showing off his biceps— you have to rip your eyes away from his arms to take in the small, coy smile he dons, the lit joint hanging loosely between his lips. His eyes flicker over to you, his smile widening a tad when he catches the surprise on your face. "If she wants another hit then let her get another one."

"Someone's feeling brave," Kai put his arm around your shoulders, giving you a teasing shake that makes you whine in protest. "Acting like you weren't falling asleep earlier!"

Kai's teasing is persistent, cooing and pinching your cheeks as you try to shove him off and tell him that you'll be fine— your bickering goes on for a while, your foggy brain trying its best to keep up with Kai's childish arguments; it's a losing battle, but when you feel a warm hand land on your thigh, it's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you, sobering you instantly.

Taehyun has gotten close— very close, his shoulder brushing against yours as you feel Kai's hand slip from your shoulders; the world around you seems to fade away as he stares at you with low-lidded, dark eyes. His brows are set in a slight furrow and his jaw seems a bit tight, the hand on your thigh squeezing ever-so slightly— not enough to feel aggressive, but enough to make you squirm, breathless as your lips part in anticipation— for what exactly, you're not sure.

"Do you wanna take hit?" his voice is soft, but he makes up for it by leaning closer toward you. You can feel the callouses on his palms as he rubs your thigh slightly, fingertips brushing against the skirt of your dress that's ridden up. You nod, but it's only returned with a shake of Taehyun's head. "I need to hear you say it, or I won't give it to you."

His fingertips have ventured toward your inner thighs— your legs squeeze his hand on instinct, and you feel his grip tighten, nails digging in and making you swallow back a whimper.

"Y-yeah," you breathe out, "I can handle it."

Kai and Yeonjun scoot a bit away from you, looking at each other and pretending to gag— they're lucky you don't catch it, because if you did you might've beaten them up; they can't help themselves from glancing over at you two one last time before they head over to the pool table.

Taehyun takes one last, long hit, doing a french inhale that makes you call him a show-off. He merely chuckles, turning away to blow out the smoke before he's holding up the joint to your lips. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, glittering under the low lights as you part your glossed lips and take a hit— you find yourself a bit intimated by the intensity of his stare, pulling away far too soon and turning away in hopes of hiding your flustered face.

"C'mon, what was that?" Taehyun's hand is slipping from your thigh to cup your chin and pull you back toward him, huffing out a laugh at the pout you sport. He raises a brow at you, mocking. "Don't tell me you considered that a hit."

"I mean," with the way he's smiling at you, you're able to spot sharp canines that bite down on the tip of his tongue teasingly, a dangerous thrill shooting through your spine at the sight. "I guess."

He laughs, shaking his head as he squeezes your cheeks affectionately— you're positively dizzy with the sudden onslaught of attention, shifting on the couch and squeezing your thighs together; Taehyun's eyes flicker down, his brow twitching in amusement before he's bringing the joint back up to your lips. "You can take another hit, can't you?"

You don't hesitate to nod.

"Here. Take a bigger one," he's guiding your face forward to meet him halfway, placing the joint between your lips and watching the tip light up as you inhale. He keeps his hold on you the whole time. "Come on, keep going."

"Little more… there we go," he's practically purring the words out, plucking the joint from your lips and tucking it between his own. His smile is coy as he watches your brows twitch, exhaling the smoke and willing yourself to not fall into a fatal coughing fit. When you fall back against the couch in success, he gives your thigh a soft pat. "Took it like a champ."

You feel like you're losing your mind with the way his words are hitting you with a heat that festers in your core. Your limbs are tingling and you feel a small smile etching on your face, shifting so that you're leaning on your side to face him fully.

"Kinda hard not to when you were holding me down," you giggle, and he leans forward, successfully closing you two off in your own little bubble.

"Can you blame me?" he murmurs, "you were enjoying yourself."

"What, so you're a mind reader now?"

"Nah," Taehyun's eyes crinkle as he smiles, "but it's not hard to read you when you look at me like that."

"Oh yeah?" you reach forward to take the joint from his lips, taking a small hit to hide your smile. "And how exactly was I looking at you?"

"Like you've had enough for tonight," the joint is taken from you yet again, and you're frowning, getting ready to protest— he shakes his head, leaning to the coffee table to snuff out his joint; you're completely melted into the couch while he remains sitting up, hovering over you with low-lidded, red eyes and a gentle smile. His eyes run over your body, stopping at your hips and letting out a small sigh. Reaching up, he tugs your dress down, that familiar tick to his jaw coming back. "Do you realize how short this dress of yours is?"

The smile on your lips only widens, and there's a playful glint in your eyes as you push your hips up, right against his hand that continues to hold the fabric down. "Something wrong with that?"

"'Course not." his hold on the fabric slips, watching it bounce right back up to rest on the curve of your hips, dangerously high. His gaze is shameless as he continues to take you in, and it's enough to have adrenaline shooting through you, a quiet, dazed giggle escaping you and snapping his attention back to you. He watches you for a moment, and there's this soft look in his eyes that has you squirming in place, your boldness instantly quieting down under the weight of his stare.

"You feeling okay?" he eventually asks; you simply nod. "Tired?"

"No," you bite back, though it's true— whenever you smoke with Kai and Yeonjun, you always find yourself falling asleep. But with this strand, you're feeling… different. Instead of that lethargic, dreamy high that settles heavy into your bones and sings you to sleep, you're faced with something brighter, urgent— your body tingles with restlessness, and there's a heavy heat that settles deep in your stomach that you refuse to acknowledge. "It's definitely not that."

You gulp, feeling yourself take the backseat in your own body; you feel absentminded as you continue this back and forth with Taehyun, finding yourself preoccupied with the feeling that continues to build up inside you— you feel good. It feels like the type of high your friends always describe, where they're giggling to themselves, lost in euphoria while you fight back sleep; your mind races as you say something that makes Taehyun laugh, a full body action that you can't help but find endearing.

You're staring. You know you are, but you couldn't care less in this moment, because he looks good. Criminally good, and it's enough to make that heat in your stomach worse.

"Still doing okay?" he asks. When you respond you're just a bit tired, he nods. "Do you want me to get Kai so he can take care of you?"

 "What?" you raise a brow, caught off guard by the sudden mention of him. "Why?"

For the first time since you've met him, he looks embarrassed; under the low light, you swear you see his ears turn a bit red, and he's turning away to look at the pool table across the room. "I mean, it seems like he…"

His words hang heavy in the air. A minute passes before it finally clicks for you. 

"Oh my god, no!" you fall into a fit of laughter, and Taehyun simply watches, confused. It's enough to make you laugh harder. "No, we're just friends. I promise."

"Oh," Taehyun seems deep in thought, and when he shifts, he seems a lot less tense. "Sorry, it's just that you guys are… touchy."

"Hmm, I can see why you thought that," you glance over at Kai and Yeonjun, the two playing a round of pool against two strangers, "but he's also the type to kiss his friends when he's drunk."

He frowns.

You laugh, "his guy friends."

"Oh," his eyes widen, his ears getting a little redder. You're soaking it all in, welcoming the sight of him so discomposed, "somehow I haven't seen him do that before."

Shrugging, you send him a wink. "Maybe you're next."

The laugh he lets out is loud, a bit startled. Your words are lighthearted, but it's clear you both consider it a possibility; you think you might've scared him from being around Kai alone and drunk.

A loud cheer erupts from across the room, and you and Taehyun are looking over to catch Kai and Yeonjun celebrating, loud and shameless as Kai places a kiss on Yeonjun's cheek— Taehyun looks over at you, raising his brows, and you simply shrug as though to say 'see what I mean?'

Your small bubble is popped as Kai runs over to you, an excited puppy as he asks if you saw the way they defeated the guys they were up against. You pat his head and tell him he did great, and you swear you can see a tail wagging behind him— Yeonjun is then perking up as he hears a song he likes playing faintly upstairs, grabbing your hand and urging you to go dance with him— because according to him, it'd be a shame to not show off your cute outfit.

When you turn and ask the remaining two if they're tagging along, Taehyun shakes his head, much to your disappointment. "Not in the mood to dance right now, sorry."

Kai flops down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and saying he'll stay behind to keep him company— when Taehyun's eyes widen and he looks at you for help, you merely laugh and wave him goodbye.

"Any progress with Taehyunie?" Yeonjun rests his hand on your hip, pulling you into him and whispering in your ear.

"Tons," you grin, glancing down at his hand that taps your hip to the beat. "What're you so touchy for?"

When you look up at him, Yeonjun's grin widens, sending you a wink (or whatever his rendition of a wink is called— a blink, more like.) before kissing your temple and pulling you even closer.

"He's a jealous guy."

Your heart skips, letting Yeonjun guide you up the stairs and looking over your shoulder for one last glance— and sure enough, his eyes are following you the whole way up, his brows furrowed and his tongue poking at his cheek as Kai talks his ear off. The look stays with you the whole night, even after you all reunite to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways— he's much better at hiding his irritation when you're watching, though you were still able to catch the annoyance in his eyes after Yeonjun hugged you close and complimented your appearance one last time, taking your hand and making you spin around for him. When you turn to say goodbye to Taehyun, Kai and Yeonjun suddenly become enraptured in their own conversation a few feet away from you.

"Did you get kissed tonight?"

Taehyun rolls his eyes and chuckles, "No, I didn't."

"Shame," you pout, "maybe next time then."

"Oh?" he cocks his head, raising a brow as he smiles slyly. "You offerin'?"

Taehyun seems to have a knack for catching you entirely off guard at the most random moments; your mouth is falling open and you're left speechless, feeling a heat rush up the back of your neck and flood your face— you can't hide the way he's flustered you, trying to recompose yourself while he watches with a satisfied smile.

"What, do you want me to?"

"I mean," he shrugs. "Who wouldn't want a kiss from a pretty girl?"

You'd like to blame your next action on your lingering high, your hands tingling as you reach to cup his cheek and bring him to you— his eyes widen, but before he can move, you're planting a gentle, glossy kiss against his jawline. When you pull away, you spot the imprint of your lips and smile.

"Goodnight, Taehyun," you say sweetly, "It was nice seeing you again."

You spin on your heels, feeling the skirt of your dress sway with your hips as you walk; you don't dare look back, because the mere heat of his stare is already enough to make your knees weak. This time, you've made sure to leave a lingering impression on him— hopefully it's enough to make him as crazy about you as you are about him.

☆☆☆

"Rough day?"

"Fuck, don't get me started."

You feel— and look— a mess. Finals week is fucking you over, the onslaught of work that's being piled on you convincing you that your professors are all in on a conspiracy to overwork you to death. You've just left your final class of the day, some random elective you chose to get the credits you needed to graduate, and your least favorite— because of course the professor would be insufferable and choose to call on you every other class. Even their voice is enough to make your skin prickle, and you've just escaped an hour of the most boring lecture of your life.

You've met up with Kai at your favorite cafe that's just off-campus; it's cozy and a better alternative to the library that's packed with students cramming for exams. You sip on your drink, some fancy latte you only gathered courage to order after Kai told you it was his treat.

"How are your finals going?" the question is more of a formality, because as you take a good look at your friend— clear skin, glowing eyes, hair perfectly styled, a gentle smile on his face— you scowl and shake your head. "Never mind. Don't tell me anything."

He laughs, smug and shameless despite the way your dull eyes glare at him.

"Seriously though, when was the last time you had a moment to relax?" he lets the question hang in the air, and frowns when you can't find an answer. "You wanna hang out this weekend? We could have a movie night and smoke. Get you some proper sleep for once."

"I dunno Kai," you say, "it just… hasn't been hitting the same."

Kai frowns. "What do you mean?"

"It's just," you bite your lip, hesitant, "I dunno— when we smoked at the DJ K party, it felt a lot better. I think whatever strand you have leaves me feeling weird the next day, but I didn't feel it when I smoked then."

A small smile flickers on Kai's face— you roll your eyes. "I'm serious."

"No, I know," Kai says, "but that strand you like? I don't have it. You'd have to ask Taehyun about it."

Your stomach flips; despite the clear opening, you can't stop yourself from being stubborn. "What, you can't just ask him where he got it?"

"Think he got it when he went to a music festival," Kai leans forward, resting his chin on his palm. "But if you're so curious, I can call him for you."

"Seriously?" He nods, sporting an innocent smile that doesn't waver even as you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. "I mean, I guess you could."

"Cool," he's pulling out his phone and immediately dialing the said man— before you can scold him that you didn't mean call him now, Kai is sitting up and holding up his hand to tell you to hold on.

"Hello?" Kai's smile instantly switches from innocent to evil— your heart drops. "I have someone who wants to talk to you."

He's shoving the phone in your hands, scooting back and crossing his arms. You scramble, holding the phone in your hands like it's a bomb as you silently curse your friend out— Kai ignores the onslaught of names and insults, motioning to his phone and telling you that 'he's waiting!' The reminder is enough to have you pressing the phone against your ear, your voice shaky as you greet Taehyun and tell him who's speaking.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you something," despite your pounding heart and the blood rushing in your ears, you hold the phone tight and try to your voice steady— you're sure he can hear your efforts, because he's letting out a soft chuckle, his voice low and smooth as he tells you 'go for it.'

"Do you remember what we smoked at DJ K's party? I feel like nothing's been hitting the same… and I kinda need a bit of a stress reliever." You sigh. "Finals week has been kicking my ass."

"Shit, I'm sorry— I don't remember off the top of my head, and I'm not home right now to see," you're chewing your lip, wondering why Kai put you in this situation in the first place— what the hell are you supposed to get out of this? "And unless you're willing to travel a lot for it, I doubt you'd be able to get your hands on it."

"Oh," this conversation is a total dead end, and you're wilting back against the chair in disappointment. Kai on the other hand is on the edge of his seat, eyes widening in panic. "No worries then. Thanks anyway."

There's a pause on his end, and you're expecting him to end the call with a stiff goodbye— instead, he clears his throat, letting out a deep sigh.

"Tell you what," he sounds a bit hesitant, as though unsure of how to word his sentence. "How 'bout you just have some of my stash? We could smoke and you can tell me all about your finals. Maybe get something to eat."

You're heart flies up to your throat, and you're sitting up in surprise— Kai is leaning forward, mouthing a hasty 'what?!' that you ignore.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," he chuckles, "sounds like you need it."

"I— yeah, I guess I do," you say— you pause, looking up at Kai in panic as you mouth 'he wants to hang out.'

Kai blanches. 'When?!'

You cover the phone speaker. 'I don't know!'

Kai has to hold himself from slamming his hands on the table, his eyes impossibly wide as he pretends to yell 'Saturday!' Even though you try to protest that it was supposed to be your hangout with him, he shakes his head with such fervor that you're caving in.

"Are you free this weekend?"

Kai is halfway across the table— you'd think he were trying to press his head to the phone with how eager he looks.

"I am. Just say when and I'll clear my schedule for you," it's pathetic, the way your stomach flips at that, "You can come to my place. If you're comfortable with it, of course."

"That's fine with me," you're breathless, your hands clammy and forcing you to tighten your grip on the phone, "Is Saturday okay?"

"Yeah, that works. I'll text you and we can plan the rest."

"Okay," you've become unexpectedly shy, your voice quieting at the prospect of this hangout. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

You say a brief goodbye before you're hanging up, placing the phone down delicately like it could dial Taehyun again if you brushed against it wrong. You let a minute pass before you let yourself react, lunging forward to pull Kai's head toward you, planting an exaggerated kiss on his forehead.

"Muah!" Kai protests and whines that you're getting your lip gloss all over his skin, but you truly couldn't care less as ruffle his hair affectionately. "Kai, you're the best. Seriously, what would my life be like without you?"

"You'd probably be single forever." Kai's grumble is met with a swift kick to his shin under the table, and he yelps so loud it has half the cafe turning to look at him. He mumbles a sheepish 'sorry', rubbing his shin and curling into himself.

"That's what you get," you scowl, digging in your bag for your phone before you're sliding it across the table to Kai. "Now, could you give me his number please?"

You can tell that Kai is getting ready to give you another snarky comment, but a single glare from you is enough to have him tucking his tail and typing Taehyun's number into your phone without further complaints. When he gives your phone back, you catch sight of the contact name and roll your eyes.

Future Boyfriend >3<

"Thanks." You roll your eyes and pocket your phone, not bothering to change something that's clearly true.

☆☆☆

Taehyun's place is way nicer than you expected for a man in his twenties that lives alone.

You wore your tiniest shorts and a baby tee that hugged your form just right, and he showed up at your doorstep at five PM on the dot— he insisted on picking you up and getting something to eat, stating that it was 'for your well-being'— you ended the day out by getting ice cream and driving back to his place, where he let you rant about your professors and your finals the whole time; he nodded along and pitched in every now and then, listening with a fond smile that made you trip over your words once or twice. When you stopped at a light, he turned to get a good look at your face, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

"You got ice cream on your face." His thumb is wiping just below your bottom lip before you can even utter out an 'I do?' your eyes widening comically as he brings his thumb to his mouth and lick it off, letting out a satisfied hum.

You'd felt a raging heat pool in your stomach then, and it hasn't gone away since.

You've made yourself comfortable on the floor, despite Taehyun's protests that you should just sit on the couch instead— you refused, finding the cool wooden floor comforting after spending the day out in the heat, finishing your ice cream while you watch Taehyun finish rolling the joint from his spot on the couch. When he passed the finished joint to you, insisting you have the first hit, you cooed out a sweet "oh, you shouldn't have."

Holding the joint between your lips, you lean toward Taehyun so he can light it for you— your eyes flutter up to meet his gaze, a small smile growing on your face.

"You do this often?" you can't help but ask, "invite girls over to share your special weed with?"

"Hell no," Taehyun's laughter is genuine, and he's pulling away the lighter once he sees the end is lit. You're propping your elbow against the couch, holding your head as you take a small hit before passing it to him. He grins, taking a hit before he speaks. "I'm not sharing my special weed with just anyone. It was hard to get— I gotta enjoy it as much as I can, y'know?"

"Yet you're sharing it with me?" you say, "I'm honored."

He shrugs, a bit sheepish— you pass the joint back and forth, making meaningless conversation and learning more about each other. He tells you he's also in uni, majoring in music production with a minor in business, he tells you stories about working with Kai at the local record shop— mostly stories where Kai was flirting with customers— and you listened with stars in your eyes, the joint hanging idly between your fingers as you watched the way he talked about soccer and his favorite sports team, his hands moving with such fervor it made you laugh— his rant about his favorite team's recent lapse in performance is cut short, and he's looking down at you in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"No, nothing," you say, though another small chuckle slips out, "you're just so passionate. It's cute."

"I'm glad you think so," Taehyun smiles, leaning down a bit— somewhere along this conversation, you've made your way closer to Taehyun, your body pressing along his leg while you rest your head against the couch. "My friends would usually be zoning out by now."

You go to take another hit, but Taehyun is taking the joint from your hands before you can— you're pouting at him, but he simply scolds you for hogging the joint with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch and keeping the joint by his lips. You let your eyes trail from the smoke that blows in the air, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt that's ridden up again. The haze from your high clouds your judgment, and you don't bother to hide the way you drink in the smooth skin that peeks out.

"You always wear such short shirts?"

He raises a brow, playing innocent. "What d'you mean?"

"All the shirts I've seen you in are always a bit short. You're always flashing your stomach," reaching forward, you're go to play with the hem of his shirt, your fingertips threatening to skim over his skin. "Nice abs by the way."

"Thanks," he laughs, and you're utterly shameless as you watch his stomach ripple with laughter. "I didn't think they were visible."

"Barely," your heart pounds in your chest, fingers shakily running along the hem of his shirt. "Could I get a better look?"

The air is thick and suffocating, yet you still find a reckless courage to look up at Taehyun— you find he's already staring you down, his eyes low-lidded as he gulps. When he sees the unwavering resolve in your shining eyes, he nods.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

You're shifting so you're kneeling, able to get better access to Taehyun this way; beneath the recklessness of your foggy brain, you're nervous— your hands are cold as you gently push up his shirt, your freezing fingertips coming in contact with the heat of his skin, a small smile cracking your lips when he flinches. You push the material up until it rests just below his chest, and you're able to catch sight of a mole in the center.

Taehyun's mouth has gone dry— he gulps, watching you handle him like he were a fragile doll, your eyes scanning his body with such heat it makes him weak. There's pure concentration etched in your features as you're finally able to take him in— you don't register yourself reaching out until your hands come in contact with his skin, able to feel the muscle flex under your fingers and your palm that smooths over his stomach.

"Wow," is all you can say; your hands sweep from the top of his abs down to his navel, feeling the ridges of the muscle and watching him crack a smile at the ticklish feeling— impulse takes control of your mind, your fingers splaying out until you've grasped his sides. "Your waist is so small, too."

"Fuck, you're crazy," Taehyun groans, pushing his hair back, only for it to fall forward once more. When you look up at him through your lashes, he gulps. "You have any idea what you're doing right now?"

You shrug, smoothing your hands up his waist and sending him a coy smile. "Appreciating art."

"Yeah?" he drawls, his hips shifting up ever so slightly, an attempt to ease the tension forming, "and what're your thoughts?"

"I like what I see," you hum, bringing your hands down his waist, stopping at his waistband, fingers pulling at his belt, "but I think I'd like to see more."

"Oh god— you can't say shit like that to me." Scooting a little closer, you rest your head on Taehyun's thigh, pressing your cheek against the denim as you look up at him. "I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do," you pout, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. Taehyun lets out a shaky sigh, his resolve beginning to crumble at the mere sight of you.

"You're sure?" he's cupping your face, guiding you to sit up and lean toward him— he's meeting you halfway, leaning down and tilting your chin up to look at him properly. "You think you can handle me like this?"

His thumb caresses your cheek bones, and your eyes glaze over as you nod— it's not the answer Taehyun wants, because he's tapping your cheek and mumbling for you focus.

"Words, baby." His voice is low, a smile growing on his lips. "Say it. I know you can."

"I want you," you stutter out— his smile turns cruel, fangs on display and ready to sink into you. "I can handle it."

"You really think so?" he coos, laughing fondly when you nod, dazed and desperate. "C'mere."

Guiding your face toward his, you're both equally desperate to seal the space between you— the sheer hunger in your kiss is enough to have you lightheaded. You've thought about this more than you'd like to admit— speculations on what Taehyun feels like is nothing compared to this reality, your kiss desperate and impossible to keep up with; his lips are so soft, and you're all but drooling when his tongue parts your lips and enters your mouth, the lingering taste of smoke and ice cream flooding your taste buds as you whimper into his mouth. He smiles, pulling you closer until your lungs burn.

When you part, a string of saliva connects you two before it breaks off— heat rushes to your face, but Taehyun doesn't seem to be phased by it; instead, he's sitting up, taking a long hit from the joint before he's swooping down, his hand on your cheek squeezing your face so you open your mouth.

His lips hover over yours, his mouth parting as he exhales the smoke right into you— you accept it, placing a hand on his thigh to steady yourself; he holds you in place until you can't resist turning away to exhale the constricting smoke, tears pricking at your eyes as your brain scrambles for oxygen. Taehyun merely watches, caressing your head as you let out a weak cough.

"'m sorry, pretty," he says, reaching down to snuff the joint out against the ashtray on the coffee table, "was I too rough?"

You scramble to shake your head and ease any hesitation.

"No. I mean, kinda," you decide it's better to throw your pride out the window and be honest— Taehyun nods, ready to apologize once more when you beat him to it. "But I like it."

"You do?" he's tense, his hand freezing atop of your head— you're nodding, looking up at him with watery eyes, and his hand is sliding down to hold the back of your neck. "My baby likes it rough?"

It should be ridiculous, the way you have to swallow back a whimper as you nod; your head is spinning as you rest your cheek against his thigh once more, fluttering your lashes up at him and rubbing your cheek back and forth on his thigh absentmindedly. He watches with bated breath, caressing your hair and watching your eyes begin to wander— down his face, down his chest, and straight to the bulge that strains against his jeans.

Any shame you had is dissolving from your system as you feel your mouth water and your cunt clench— your body feels as though it were made of little stars, crashing into each other and spreading heat into your heavy limbs, waves of bliss washing over you and bringing a lethargic smile to your face; your hand reaches up to rest on his other thigh, feeling the muscle flex under you as it begins to trail up.

"Mm-hmm— I like when…" you're dazed, unsure if you're even making sense, "I like when you hold me down."

"Is that right?" he drawls, watching your hand rest at the top of his thigh, massaging it softly. You nod, nuzzling your face against his thigh— Taehyun feels dizzy at the sight.

Slowly, your hand makes its way up the waistband of his jeans, lazy fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt— not enough to undo it, but just enough to loosen it. You can see the deep rise and fall of his chest, your gaze coy as you smile up at him, giving the buckle another testing tug.

"Can I?"

Taehyun's breath hitches, his voice tense. "Yeah."

That's more than enough for you to spring into action— your actions are eager and a bit clumsy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans; that alone is enough to have Taehyun sighing in relief, his hips unconsciously bucking toward your touch.

You don't try to tease; you can see the need that clouds his eyes, but you're just the same as you're tugging his underwear down to release his cock— he's already so hard, the length bobbing up to slap against his stomach, his flushed tip already sticky with precum. Your eyes drink it all in, your mouth watering; he's not just big, he's thick too, your hand that wraps around his length barely able to grasp him— he's letting out a low hiss at the contact, his jaw clenching as your thumb traces curiously along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

When you let go of his cock, his hips chase for your touch— his brows furrows and he opens his mouth to complain, but before he can get a word out, you're spitting in your hand and grabbing his length again, pumping him slowly as you gauge what he likes.

A choked groan leaves him at your touch— you squeeze him a little tighter, and his eyes flutter shut, his head falling back against the couch as your thumb swipes over his tip, gathering the precum that continues to leak out. Slowly, you gather the courage to move between his legs, already spread open in invitation, your pace picking up speed as you lean down to his aching cock.

"Oh fuck—!" Taehyun's bucking forward at the sudden feeling of your tongue, running flat along his balls all the way to the tip before you're closing your mouth around it— peeking up through your lashes, you catch him running a hand through his hair, his chest flushed a slight pink. You take it as your sign to continue, running your tongue along his tip and sucking harder, rewarded with sighs of your name and praises on how well you're doing.

"Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours is so good," he groans, his hand returning to the back of your head, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, "can you take a little more?"

Humming around his cock, he lets out a choked laugh, cursing under his breath before he's beginning to push down on your head— slowly, allowing you to keep up as your mouth widens, his cock heavy and pulsing on your tongue as you continue to take him in.

You're only halfway through before he's hitting the back of your throat— you're swallowing around him, hesitant to accept the intrusion with a whine, and he's pulling back just enough in response. You're not sure when, but your eyes began to water, and his free hand is coming up to swipe tears from the corners of your eyes, cooing at you as he does.

"Poor thing," he murmurs, pushing his hips up ever-so slightly, the tip of his cock teasing your throat, "is it too much?"

His smile widens when you try to hum out a 'no', refusing to pull away from his cock for even a second.

"No?" He echoes, "then why're you crying, baby?"

You don't answer— it's not like you can, anyway. Instead, you try your best to keep his gaze, taking more of his cock and fighting against your gag reflex. You focus on breathing through your nose instead, tears welling in your eyes once again.

"You want more?" he asks, and he's instantly given a 'yes' from you, biting at his lip at the way you hum around him. "Can you take it? You promise?"

Despite your eagerness and your need to take him whole and prove yourself, he holds you in place— he allows you to pull of his cock, eyes falling to the string of spit that connects your lips to his cock before he's looking up at you.

"Please," your voice is a bit hoarse, "use my mouth."

You have a knack for leaving him speechless— Taehyun's staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world, his cock twitching in your hands as he takes a moment to think it through; you're about to beg and whine when he's guiding you forward once more, your mouth opening in anticipation.

"How did I get so lucky, finding a perfect girl like you?" he says. Your mouth wraps around his tip, sucking harshly just to hear him moan. "Gonna fuck that perfect face just like you asked, okay? Tap my thigh if it's too much for you baby."

When you don't acknowledge his words, attempting to take him deeper, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off with such ease your mouth hangs open— he's leaning down, his face stern as he speaks.

"Did you hear what I said?" his voice is quiet and cold, his eyes narrowing when you meekly nod. "What'd I say?"

"Tap your thigh if it's too much."

His jaw clenches, and for a second, you wonder if you've made him angry— but he's leaning back once more, your head brought forward with such strength you don't have room to resist.

"Good."

Despite the ability to manipulate your head with ease, he's gentle to bring you down his length, testing the waters when his tip prods against the back of your throat and pulling back when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. Instead, he uses his grip on your head to guide you up and down his cock, letting out a groan of your name as you fall limp in his hold, only taking initiative to run your tongue against the underside of his cock and hollow out your cheeks.

You feel the head of his cock brushing against your throat, beginning to linger more and more— he's thrusting shallowly into your mouth, lips pressed tightly in concentration as he watches you take him.

"Such a good girl, letting me use you like this," he breathes out, "gonna make you take it all, okay?"

He's stopping his thrusts into your mouth to guide you to take more of him, his cock going deeper until he's met with the resistance of your throat tightening around him— slowly, he continues to push.

You feel like you might choke; your eyes are squeezed shut and your lungs burn, your hands on his thighs shifting so you can dig your nails into the denim as a way to ground yourself. More, more still, cock continues to push into your throat until your nose is snug against his pelvis and both his hands have found purchase on the back of your head. You remain still, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you fight back the urge to gag.

"Breathe." He mumbles, and it's only then that you're reminded to do so, trying to breathe through your nose until you finally feel your throat relax— he's in so deep, and he's yet to move, your brain going haywire from the lack of oxygen. His hand moves from the back of your head to caress your cheek. "C'mon baby, stay with me."

His fingers trace gingerly along your jaw, trailing down until they feel along the front of your neck, groaning when he feels the pressure from his cock— he thrusts gently into your mouth, barely an inch, just to feel the way you swallow around him. He's pulling you off his cock shortly after.

You feel delirious as oxygen floods your brain, your eyes fluttering shut and drool slipping from your lips, strands of spit connected to his length as you sputter and cough. Your hands slip from his thighs and onto your lap, and you hear him chuckle as he caresses your head.

"You did such a good job. You're perfect," he says, enamored with your dazed eyes that flutter open and your swollen lips that are slick with spit. "You still with me, angel?"

"Yeah," you barely breathe out.

"Fuck, you're so cute," his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, guiding your face up to kiss him— he takes his time despite his cock that throbs against your hand that's taken him again, pumping his length and twisting your wrist until he's panting in your mouth. Your hold on him tightens and you massage your palm against his tip, and when your other hand comes up, your touch curious as you massage against his balls, he sinks his teeth into your lip, forcing you to pull away with a yelp.

"Don't do that— I'll cum," he pants into your mouth, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stop your motions, "I don't wanna cum like this."

While you're giggling at his comment, you find he's completely serious— he's tucking himself in before pulling you up onto his lap, earning another laugh from you— you straddle his lap as the Taehyun pulls you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips and the way you pant into his mouth. He's coy, running his tongue along your lip before pushing in, feeling against your tongue before pulling out and nipping your lip just to hear you let out a choked mewl; his move moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, before moving along to your jaw, peppering kissing along it until he's gotten access to your neck.

It feels like he's trying to stake his claim; he's biting and sucking along your neck, aiming for spots that have your hands flying to his shoulders, his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers. You can't help the way your cunt aches from the feeling, your panties sticking to you and the need pulsing inside you until you're searching for relief; your hips bring you down against Taehyun, feeling the hardness of his cock against your thin shorts and grinding against him until his groaning into your skin.

"Taehyun," you whine, your hips careless and your rhythm sloppy as you search for pleasure— you feel him hum against your skin, his hands on your hips as he lets you do as you please. "Taehyun, fuck— please, I need you."

"I can see that," he muses, "pretty girl can't control herself, hmm?"

Shaking your head, you grind against his cock a little harder— his grip on your waist tightens, and he's letting out a low groan, burying his face into your neck.

"Shit," he huffs, "stop— I won't last like this."

Your head is fuzzy and you seem to be lost in a world of your own; his voice feels far away in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure you feel, only amplified more by your high— every grind of your soaked cunt against the length of his cock is enough to have sparks going off in your brain, tuning out the way his fingers dig into your skin dangerously.

"Baby," Taehyun's voice is stiff with tension, "stop it."

"No— I can't," you're petulant, digging your fingers in his shoulders as you chase your own pleasure; your vision is blurry as you meet his eyes, pouting when you're met with a cold, harsh expression from Taehyun, his brow raising at you in warning— it only serves to make you even more restless, and you tilt your head at him. "Don't wanna. Feels… too good like this."

Taehyun's hands grip onto your waist, and he's stopping all your movements with minimal efforts— any protests and whines you were about to let out die in your throat the moment you look at him, your heart beginning to pound in your chest.

He's looking at you just like he had the night of the party; his brows are furrowed, tongue poking at his cheek in annoyance— his eyes are dark and angry, and when he meets your panicked, doe gaze, he merely scoffs.

"You really don't listen, do you?" his voice is dark, laced with emotion you can't quite place— is he fed up with you? Annoyed? You whimper, feeling his fingers push under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin beneath. "Is that cute little brain of yours no good for thinking?"

You frown, ready to defend yourself, but he doesn't give you a chance.

"Come on," his hands slide down to your thighs, and before can catch on, he's hoisting you up and standing; you yelp, scrambling to hold on to him, but he doesn't seem to care about your apprehension as he leads you two into the hall and toward his room. "I'll make you feel as good as you want."

He's kicking the door shut behind him, leading you to his bed before dropping you down unceremoniously by the edge— you try to compose yourself, attempting to shift back on the bed, but Taehyun is caging you in before you can, a hand falling on your waist and the other landing on your hip to keep you still, swooping in to kiss you once more.

"Thought you were gonna be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, "but you're just a needy thing, aren't you?"

His hands come up to your shoulders, and your back meets the mattress with a single shove— your head is spinning from the sudden impact, unable recollect yourself as Taehyun falls to his knees, undoing your shorts and pulling them off with a swift movement; he pulls your hips toward him until they're hanging precariously off the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder and locking his hands around your thighs— you're rendered immobile in a matter of seconds.

"Cute," he says, eyeing your soaked, pink panties with lace trim and a bow— his gaze zeroes in on the wet spot you've made, a cocky smile pulling at his lips as he looks up at you. "Did you pick these out just for me?"

"Maybe," a heat flushes through your whole body— because what was meant to be an arrogant remark is undeniably true, spending a ridiculous amount of time picking out a matching set, just in case; the way you shift under him is enough to answer, and he laughs.

"Thank you baby," he coos, and you cover your face in embarrassment— he bites teasingly at your inner thigh, just to chuckle at the way your hips jump in reaction; his fingers are hooking under the waistband before he's pulling them down, and you're lifting your hips to assist. He's placing kisses along your inner thigh as he goes, stopping at your inner knee before weaving your legs out. "So thoughtful."

His grip on your thighs tighten, and you're being dragged toward him until you can feel his breath on your skin, able to feel his stare on your dripping pussy; it feels vulnerable, having him stare at you like this, your hazy mind making you close your thighs in a weak attempt to hide away— it doesn't work, and you hear Taehyun let out a soft 'tsk'.

"Don't get shy on me now," he says, and you gasp as you feel him give your clit a soft kiss, "I thought you wanted this?"

"W-well, you're being a tease," looking down between your thighs, you find him already staring; your gaze jumps back up to the ceiling, the sight too intense for you to handle. "Stop staring and just get on with it."

He raises a brow in surprise, watching your hand come down to thread in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt, your hips restless— he lets you lead him in closer, until his tongue licks a stripe along the seam of your folds, licking up the slick that dripped from your hole; you whine, pulling slightly at his hair and rolling your hips in search for more, and you feel his hand move from your thigh to your wrist, pulling it off his head.

"So bossy," he tongue darts out to prod at your entrance, feeling your legs twitch on his shoulders, "aren't you supposed to be all shy and cute?"

"Taehyun, please," you pant, feeling his tongue trace along your clit, lightly, the touch barely there— it drives you mad. "Just— give me more…"

He shakes his head, planting an open kiss on your clit, running his tongue all over your cunt before teasing the tip of it into your entrance. "I'll do what I want."

Your body feels like a live wire, desperate to feel more than the kitten licks and gentle kisses Taehyun continues to tease you with; he's lingering on your clit, running his tongue around it in circles and pulling back just to breath cool air onto your spit-slick skin— you're tense, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets and squirming beneath him.

"Taehyun," you're on the verge of crying at this point— he's driving you mad, teasing you with the promise of pleasure but pulling away before you can really indulge, "c'mon…!"

You're bucking your hips up, pressing your cunt against his mouth desperately; Taehyun's nails dig into your thighs, and before you can pull away in shock, he's bringing you forward and attaching his mouth onto your dripping pussy. You're tensing, hands flying up to cover your mouth as Taehyun wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks the bud harshly, pressing his hot tongue against it and looking up at you through his lashes— his tongue slips beneath the hood of your clit, and he's breathing out a laugh against your clit as he hears you squeal.

"C'mon baby, I thought you knew better than that," he murmurs, refusing to fully part from your cunt— a mixture of spit and arousal drips down your cunt, but Taehyun is quick to lick it all up before it can fall to the floor; your thighs twitch around his head as he spits the slick back onto your clit, your head spinning from the impact. "You really think talking to me like that is gonna get you what you want?"

In the back of your mind, you know you're walking a fine line— the way Taehyun is looking at you feels cold and menacing, but you're too far gone to care; all you can pay any mind to is the need that makes your cunt throb and your dazed, hazy brain that tells you to keep pushing.

"I dunno," your words are a bit slurred, a shiver running through you as you feel Taehyun's spit dragging down your cunt, "seems to be working so far."

Taehyun's jaw clenches, his lips drawing tightly together. Before you can joke or apologize, he's bringing the palm of his hand against your cunt with a stinging slap!

"Ah!" A broken whine leaves you, the stinging sensation ebbing through your cunt. Taehyun massages his fingers along your slit in faux apology.

"Too much?" he asks— you remain silent, biting your lip to muffle a whimper. "You want me to stop?"

Through hot embarrassment that flushes through your skin, you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. Another slap lands on your cunt, a little harsher than the last— your back arches, the heels of your feet digging into Taehyun's back; he delivers another. Then another, and another, the final slap to your cunt ringing out into the air and bringing tears to your eyes.

"Fuck!" you sob, feeling Taehyun's fingers massage along your lips, landing another just to tease, "fuck… you…!"

Taehyun doesn't respond, but it's clear your outburst has pissed him off— his brows furrow and his lips close around your clit, sucking and licking at it until you're a shaking mess, yelping his name when you feel his teeth graze the sensitive bud teasingly. His tongue runs down your clit and to your entrance, prodding at your hole just to feel the way it flutters around the muscle— he's messy, drooling all over your skin and slurping up your juices, pushing his tongue past your tightening cunt and pressing into you as deep as he can, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks you with his mouth.

Your hands scramble to grab his head, the build up from his previous teasing making your heart pound against your chest and the coil tighten in your stomach— when you fingers scratch at his scalp and pull his hair, he moans, eyes closed in bliss as he shakes his head side to side against your cunt as if he could burrow deeper inside— you can feel the mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down to your asshole and falling onto the floor, but it doesn't stop Taehyun from digging his fingers into your thighs and gluing his face to you, your orgasm building up so fast you have no way to warn him.

It feels like everything goes white for a second— it all crashes down at once, the tight coil in your stomach snapping and rendering you a puddle of bones, defenseless against Taehyun's continued assault on your cunt; his pace doesn't cease once, even as your thighs snap shut against his head and your body trembles, tears streaming from your eyes from the sheer intensity.

No, Taehyun doesn't falter for a second, prolonging your orgasm until it begins to twist to something nastier, something painful— the waves of pleasure that gently washed over you are now torrents, every brush of Taehyun's nose against your clit only making you wince and cry out from the sensitivity.

"Taehyun—" you gasp, watching as he slurps up your juices, pretending not to hear you, "Taehyun, it's too much! I just— fuck, I just came!"

"You'll take what I give you," he grumbles against your skin, biting your inner thigh, "it's what you wanted, no?"

"Not— not like this!" you're kicking at Taehyun's back as he returns to sucking and kissing at your clit, "I'm too sensitive!"

A particularly harsh suck against your clit has your body jumping, your heel landing against Taehyun's back a bit harder than you intended it to— hearing him grunt at the impact, you tense, about to apologize when Taehyun suddenly hooks his hands under your knees, pushing forward until you're folded in half, your cunt left on display for him— he's as much of a mess as you are, his lips and chin shining with your arousal, a soft blush coloring his face.

"Give me your hands." He doesn't give you a chance to comply, taking your hands in his, guiding them to the back of your knees and using them to pin your legs against your chest. You've been left completely helpless against him, and you barely have any energy left to protest the way he's latching onto your cunt once more.

He's eating you like a man starved— his tongue runs along your cunt as though trying to memorize you, massaging your clit and tracing along your slit before slipping back into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and fucking you with his tongue— he presses his face firmly against you, pining you into the mattress with his weight. You're a squirming, mewling mess, the painful sensitivity from your previous orgasm bleeding into pleasure. When he feels your hips beginning to buck against his face in search for more, he throws your legs over his shoulders once more, his mouth focusing solely on your clit while he teases two fingers against your entrance.

"Fuck, fuck— I'm close," you sob— it feels like your body has a mind of its own, chasing pleasure that only makes you dizzy; it's too much, it's overwhelming, but it's so, so good, and Taehyun is more than happy to bring you over the edge, inserting his fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning at the way you tighten around him— he curls his fingers, exploring your walls until he finds the spot that makes your moans break and your cunt drool, drilling into the same spot until you're crying for mercy and falling apart on his mouth for the second time.

"Taehyun, Taehyun please, slow down!" you're realizing with delayed mortification that Taehyun has yet to pull away— and at the sound of your pleas, he's going even harder, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you making you hot with shame— you try to plead for him to pull away, but it's all incoherent and broken, the overstimulation melting your brain.

"You cryin'? Again?" he coos, pulling away from your swollen clit just to laugh; his fingers curl inside you, and he licks at your cunt to clean up his mess. "Where's that mouthy brat I had here earlier?"

You try to bite back, say something that shows you still have some fight in you— but you can barely manage to blink away your tears, much less talk through your hiccuping moans.

"You look so pathetic," he says, "is this how you like it?"

Sniffling, you shake your head, attempting to mumble something about it being 'too much'— Taehyun doesn't care to listen, fitting in a third finger in your entrance instead; your eyes roll back at the stretch, feeling him slowly pump his fingers until you begin to adjust to him.

"No?" he's placing soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you from between your thighs, "you got yourself in this mess though. The least you could do is say sorry."

His fingers are precise and cruel as they thrust into you, your cunt begging for mercy as his mouth works perfectly together with his hands— while you try to squirm out of his grip, your nails digging into the back of his hand while your other hand slaps at his shoulder, Taehyun continues to pin you down against the mattress, slurping and licking your cunt's juices, running his tongue on your bruised clit and sucking it as though it were his favorite candy.

The pleasure that builds up inside you is something you've never felt before— it isn't the warm, addicting rise that crashes gently; it's a fire that runs through your body, it's violent, a surge of stimulation that makes you cry out for Taehyun to please, please slow down, this feels weird— all your words do is spur him on, as though he's attuned to your body better than you are.

His words echo in your mind— you vaguely recall your outbursts, all the things you did in search of a reaction— and you begin to say through broken sobs the last thing you think will make Taehyun go easy on you.

"I'm sorry! Fuck, fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wail, that raw, uncontrollable pleasure beginning to loom over you— there's a pressure building in your stomach, and you feel your muscles beginning to tense. "Please, please please, it's too much!"

"You gonna cum?" Is all he says in response, "I can feel it."

"I can't," you're panting, your hips trying to cant backward in an attempt to run away— but Taehyun won't let you, dead set on making the impossible happen. "I can't, I already— Taehyun!"

It hits you suddenly, your limbs locking up and the pressure in your stomach releasing— your cunt tightens around Taehyun's fingers, trying to push him out to no avail. His pace slows down and you swear you hear him whine— when your ears filter out the sounds of your own pathetic moans to pick up the wet, dripping sounds of liquid slapping against skin and onto the floor, your eyes fly open; sure enough, you've squirted all over Taehyun's face, the liquid continuing to gush out as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

You're melting back against his mattress, equally spent and mortified.

"I'm… I'm sorry," you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the cracks of your fingers as Taehyun begins to crawl over you, entirely drenched from the chin down. Embarrassment licks a hot stripe up your spine, and you're scooting back on the bed to run away from the sight— Taehyun just continues crawling toward you, stopping you with a hand on your hip when you've made it to the center of the bed.

"Really? Now you're sorry?" he says, his knees on the sides of your hips caging you in. Your fingertips dig into your face as you watch a droplet from your release fall from his chin and onto his already wet shirt— you whimper, ashamed, but Taehyun laughs, straightening up and pulling the shirt over his head.

"Oh my god," you mumble, partly because the sight of Taehyun looming over you like this and stripping is a look straight from your wettest dreams, but also because he then uses that same shirt to dry off his face before tossing it behind him. "Oh my god."

"Getting shy on me again?" he smiles coyly, taking off his pants next— his cock is still hard and clearly neglected, his length twitching at the mere sight of you, his tip flushed a deep red. Rubbing your thighs together, you can still feel your cunt throbbing, attempting to recover from the sensitivity. Taehyun runs his hands up your thighs, tracing along your waist before landing on your baby tee. "Take this off for me, angel."

Despite your trembling hands, you still manage to do as he asks— he watches you pull the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, his brows furrowing and a sigh leaving him when he sees your breasts; he's leaning in to kiss, you, his hands that come up to massage your breasts and play with your nipples so gently you think he'll finally go easy on you.

"I don't accept your apology, by the way."

It feels like you've become a paper doll under Taehyun's grasp; you're flipped over like you're weightless, and Taehyun is quick to grab your wrists in his hand and pin them against the small of your back— his other hand grabbing your waist and pulling you up until you're on your knees and your face is pressed in the mattress, your back arched prettily from where he presses down.

The head of his cock swipes through your slit, and you flat out shiver, nuzzling your face into the mattress— he's only running the tip of his cock along your cunt, but it already feels too much, his thick cockhead parting your lips and lingering at your entrance so you can feel the stretch.

"If you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me, okay?" Taehyun leans down, pressing his chest against your back— the weight of him is grounding, and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You gonna be good and let me use you like a doll?

He's grinding his cock against your entrance as he's speaks to you, and the feeling of his length running along your pussy is driving you mad— burying your face into the comforter, you nod. But truly, you should know better at this point— Taehyun is grabbing your hair and pulling your face out, leaning forward so he can see you.

"Look at me." He says; your eyes flutter open, glassy eyes meeting his stern ones, "Now use your words."

"Yes," his stare is so intense, you can barely hold it. "I want you to use me. I'll be your doll."

Taehyun's cock that was dragging along your cunt is finally aligned with your entrance— he lets go of your hair, letting you slump back into the bed and bury your face with a muffled whine. He straightens up, watching the way your cunt resists his cock— you hear him let out a deep groan behind you once he finally pushes in, his tip already enough to stretch you out. You could barely fit him in your mouth— it's no surprise you're struggling to take him now, the girth of his length filling you up so good, feeling him sink into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass.

"So fucking tight— stretched you out for nothing," Taehyun gulps, his hold on your wrists tightening and drawing out a weak mewl from you, "you're squeezing around me like crazy."

You can't help the way your walls flutter around him— you just feel so incredibly good, your hips pushing back against him to feel his skin flush against yours, his balls pressing against your clit— your jaw is slack and you think you might be drooling against Taehyun's bedsheets once he starts moving, the slow slide of cock making you moan.

"Feels good?" he asks, letting out an airy laugh when you nod. "You feel good too baby."

He's picking up the pace gradually; what starts as slow, deep thrusts into your cunt, pulling all the way out just so he can feel you clench around his tip, is turning into something needier, something desperate— his hips begin to slam against your ass, his cock hammering into spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the sheer force of his thrusts is enough to have your body jolting forward, but he holds you in place, his grip on your wrists tight while he uses his other hand on your waist to bring you back into him.

"Perfect— pretty cunt, taking me so good," he groans, your cunt clenching down on him in response. He's so rough and deep, it feels like his cock is all the way in your stomach— you're breathless, gasping his name as he continues to use your body to fuck him back, your ass slamming against his hips and making your toes curl.

"S-so— deep—" you're turning your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the bed as you attempt to look over your shoulder; through the corner of your eye, you're able to see Taehyun, a sheen of sweat on his blushing skin, his teeth gritted together as he watches his cock disappear inside you— he catches you staring, raising a brow and leaning down to press his chest against your back.

"What'd you say baby?" he huffs, pressing kisses along your shoulders, sinking his teeth into your skin to hear the way you squeal— he's leaving bite marks all along your skin, licking up your neck and moaning directly in your ear.

"Taehyun— you're so big, m'so full..." your voice breaks, and Taehyun chuckles, planting a messy kiss on your cheek.

"Am I too big for you?" he asks, sitting up once more— his hand on your hip begins to wander, his fingers splaying out on your stomach. His hand is pressing down, and you jolt, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out much more intense. "Fuck, I can feel myself in that cute stomach."

His palm presses harder against your stomach, his hips snapping meanly into you— you're a sobbing, helpless mess, and when Taehyun is letting go of your wrists to play with your clit, pinching and slapping it teasingly, your hands fly up to push against his hips, a subconscious attempt to push him out of you— all he does in response is lean his weight against you more, his cock grinding so deep into you, you start to see white.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, watching your hands slap on the mattress helplessly, grabbing onto the sheets and trying to crawl forward— he merely watches for a moment, but you barely move before he's grabbing your hips and dragging your body back, his cock bottoming out inside you in a single thrust— your ears burn at the filthy squelch that comes from your abused cunt.

Taehyun has caged you in— his hands come down next to your head, his body pressing yours down until your face is pressed into the bed and your ass is in the air; he doesn't let you adjust when he starts fucking you, his hips snapping violently into you and drawing out a long, high pitched cry from you. He's panting into your ear, placing a sloppy kiss on your temple.

"Stay still and take it," your hands that were holding onto the sheets find Taehyun's hands, one reaching to lace your fingers with his while the other trails up, grabbing at his bicep to stabilize yourself— it's a short-lived attempt, because he's shifting to wrap his arm around your throat, locking your body in place for his cock. "There we go, such a good girl for me."

His muscles flex against your throat, and your mouth falls open, beginning to feel lightheaded, your hand holding onto his forearm— turning your head, your teeth sink into his bicep, and you hear him moan in your ear in response.

"Fuck— look at you, biting me like a cute little puppy," he grins, feeling your teeth sinking into his muscle again from the sheer overstimulation your mind is going through. "Feels good?"

Pulling away, you can't even bring yourself to be embarrassed at the spit that you've left on his skin— not when you're getting fucked this good. "Mh-hmm… t-too…"

"Too much?" he coos, his tone gentle and sickeningly sweet— his hold around your throat tightens, and he's using it as leverage to hoist the two of you up so that you're kneeling; the change in angle has your eyes rolling back and your head falling against his shoulder, feeling as though his cock is somehow even deeper.

"I know, I'm sorry baby," he says, beginning to piston into you from this new angle, "'m almost there, I promise."

Fuck, your mind screams at you, how the fuck is he still going?

Taehyun's hand is coy as it travels to your navel, pushing against your stomach to feel his cock plunging in and out of you before sneaking down to play with your clit once more— your thighs are trembling and if Taehyun weren't holding you up, you would've fallen in a boneless puddle against his bed by now. Instead, you're scrambling to hold onto him, grabbing his arm around your neck and holding onto his hips, your back arching away from him— only to create the perfect angle for him to fuck into you, that same, molten pleasure beginning to creep up on you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Taehyun, oh god, I'm so— 'm so—"

"Yeah, fuck— hold on—" he's flipping you onto your back before pushing back in, holding your calves by his shoulders as he pushes in, "need to see you… cum on my cock, fuck. You're so pretty, baby."

It really feels like he might break you with this angle— your legs twitch and tremble as his holds them up, rolling his hips deep into your cunt, his eyes flickering back and forth from where his cock disappears inside you to your face, drunk on the sounds you make every time the tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot.

God, the view is already enough to make you cum— your eyes are hungry as you take in his body, his tanned skin dripping with sweat, carving lines down his chest and dripping into the crevices of his abs, his stomach clenching every time you squeeze around him; there's a blush that runs from his pecs to the tip of his ears, his brows furrowed with pleasure and his mouth parted as soft moans of your name leave him, canines digging into his bottom lip as he wills not to cum too soon. His eyes meet yours, dark and lustful, and you can't help yourself from hiding behind your hands, entirely overwhelmed.

"No— don't hide from me now," he throws your legs over his shoulders and closes in on you, folding you in half and continuing his cruel pace— he pries your hands from your face, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning them beside your head, his mouth inches away from yours. "I need to see you cum on my cock."

The air between you is charged and heated, and you're craning your head up to catch his lips, whining and moaning into his mouth as he brings you close to your climax; your nails dig into his hands, hips bucking up and chasing that peak that seems so overwhelmingly close— you're losing control of yourself, lost in the feeling of Taehyun— his warm body against yours, his hands that hold yours a little tighter, his thick cock that splits you open— and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Taehyun, I'm gonna— gonna cum."

"Do it angel, I've got you— lemme feel it, c'mon—" it feels like time has gone still for a moment; your body arches off the bed, your breasts pressing against Taehyun's chest as you cum with a soft cry of his name, your cunt sucking him in and begging for more.

"'Atta girl… so pretty when you cum," he helps you ride it out, rolling his hips against yours, reaching down to trace soft circles on your clit until you're a trembling mess. He's peppering kisses all over your face, thrusting shallowly into you, pouting when you begin to whine. "I know baby, I know— I'm— I'm so close, just hold on a little more okay?"

"M'kay…" you mumble, feeling him smile against your lips, "Taehyun— cum inside me."

He groans, tracing his lips along your jaw. "Fuck— you can't be serious."

"I am," you can feel him twitching inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, "I want you to."

"Y-yeah? Want my cum?" he's so close, you can feel him losing control as he fucks into you— you nod, tilting your head to give him better access, "say please."

"Can you cum inside me?" you whine, breathless, "please? Please, I want you to fill me up…"

"Fuck. Of course baby, so cute when you beg," his head falls to the crook of your neck, his hips stilling deep inside you— his cock twitches and his hips subtly rut into you as he cums, hot and thick and endless as he pumps it into you, a thick ring forming at the base— his weight sinks you into the mattress, and all you can do is lie there and let him use your body to ride it out, his teeth nipping at your neck as he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder; you're tilting your head to rest against his, the two of you a panting, sweaty mess.

His grip on your hands loosens, and you're slipping from his hold to snake your arms around him, your nails scratching along his back while your other hand tangles into his dark hair, scratching his scalp— you'd almost think he were about to purr with the way he leans into your touch, his hands sneaking under your back to pull you up and flush against him.

It's silent; your body is cooling down, and you're turning your head to the side to look out his window— it's gotten so late.

"Stay." He grumbles, "sleep here."

You let out a deep breath, nodding. "I will."

"Good…" he's trailing off, his voice softening as he nuzzles your skin. "I don't think i would've had the energy to drive you back."

You laugh softly, feeling Taehyun's hold on you tighten, as though afraid you'd slip away. But you remain still, dragging your nails along his scalp and feeling him melt against you. There's a calm bliss that washes over you, and you think what little high you had left is fading. Taehyun turns his head, kissing the crook of your neck to get your attention.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he says, and you roll your eyes and hum. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. I wanna get to know you better."

You can feel butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, pressing your lips together to stop a giddy laugh from escaping you. You take a moment to ensure your voice is even before you speak.

"Take me on a date then."

He nods immediately. "Deal."

It's quiet again— your touch is gentle on Taehyun's skin as the two of you catch your breath; slowly, you feel his breath even out, his head burrowing deeper into your neck. He's falling asleep, you realize, tapping his shoulder and watching him flinch.

"Taehyun…"

"Hmm?"

"You're still inside me… I'm so sticky," you say, hearing him mumble a soft 'oh'. "And I squirted on your face."

Silence.

"Oh yeah." Taehyun doesn't seem to be nearly as bothered by that fact as you are. "I'll draw us a bath."

Instead of acting on his words, Taehyun lingers in your arms, nuzzling against your skin— you catch him dozing off once more before he's finally getting up with a reluctant groan, as though the thought of leaving your side pained him; you're happily resigned to follow him, allowing him to pamper you for the rest of the night.

warnings | tags ; lowercase and small text [you can freely copypaste the fic into any resource that will make it sentence case if lowercase is uncomfy for you! i have nothing against it!] ; regular enemies stuff like bickering, mutual insults and duels ; can get melancholic and too introspective ; characters get so delusional that they don't even consider being delusional.

smut warnings ; dom yeonjun x sub reader. specific warnings will be listed in each chapter [good luck, peachy], but in general:

unprotected penetrative sex (birth control potions for both), oral (f and m receiving), lots of mess, praising (of course), rough sex (sometimes), hair pulling / choking / the lightest spanking. stuff like this—just your regular smut that sometimes gets a little too detailed

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posting schedule ; no fixed schedule yet, but i'm trying to post on saturdays and wednesdays, every 1.5-2 weeks—chapter 10 is planned for january 14th, but i can’t promise it’ll be out exactly then [ i'll do my best still ]

⠀⠀⠀AGE / YEAR CHEAT SHEET

in this au, hogwarts functions as both high school and college. students can choose to finish after high school or continue as college-level students at hogwarts (which is why there are no seventh-year slytherins except yeonjun and mc).

yeonjun and mc are in the same year; soobin (hufflepuff) and beomgyu (gryffindor) are one year below them; taehyun (ravenclaw) and kai (hufflepuff) are two years below. [ it makes sense that soobin and beomgyu are in the same academic year, i swear. feel free to send me an ask if you're curious! ]

seventh-year students are around 21–22 years old; chapter 3 and all following chapters take place during the 2021–2022 school year.

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  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Broken Love- Gemini]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏          0:24 ─●──────── -2:56

                  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏       ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏   "I don't want your love, All we did was fuck"

Would you say that you and Taehyun are close? Ehh…Relatively not.

Like acids and bases, you’re complete polar opposites— he lives his twenties partying with girls he doesn’t know the names of, slung under his arm as he chugs strong alcohols far too bitter for your taste like water. While you work with them in white lab coats, stanching of leftover chlorine, the most fun aspect of your week is squeezing the pipette’s solvent in perfect blobs onto small dimple trays. Yet whenever the two of you are gathered in a room, there’s an undisturbed and unspoken agreement of mutual neutrality towards each other. No opinions, like or dislike, just getting used to each other’s presence, considering there’s a middleman in between.

That being said, Yeonjun came in clutch to share the rent with you once your bills skyrocketed after your old roommate moved in with her boyfriend without your notice. And even if he has no awareness of how disruptive he is, shouting at the top of his lungs whenever he’s invited Taehyun over to game, you can’t exactly kick him and his friend out when he’s really doing you a favour by being there. Neither are you brave enough to complain and stand up to him despite the friendly front Yeonjun has.

On a positive note, the frequent dropping in and out and hogging the couch has become tolerable. You’re not on the deep and heartfelt conversations level with him at all, just regular small talk about your week like mutual friends would. Although most of your short talks together end up slandering your roommate in one way or another. But there’s no longer a need for you to walk around pins and needles whenever you’re making a trek to the kitchen for a glass of water during your study break, because Taehyun’s always catching you out on it and beckoning you to join him and Yeonjun, which isn’t so bad you guess, aside from the alcohol reeking from their breath.

Really, it’s more of a chance for you to spectate on them and their conversations that are also 70% of the time jargon you can’t really understand. Their friends and ex-girlfriends somehow would though. And you hate to belittle yourself as ‘utterly boring’ even if you can’t laugh along with the duo whenever a joke is made, solely because you don’t understand those buzz words they jeer at.

Including right now as Yeonjun slumps into the couch, scrolling on his phone while Taehyun drapes his legs over him, arms crossed and leaning his head against the armrest which you happened to sit under cross-legged now that two men have invaded your space.

“She told her friends she could barely feel it.” Taehyun scoffs at the recall right as he lightly kicks the older male for not paying attention, attempting to revive the conversation by delving into another ramble about his best friend’s ex.

"That's all crap. She’s upset I came on her lash extensions! I don’t need to flash her whole friend group to prove I don’t have a micro—”

Yeonjun is interrupted by his own yelp in pain, his arms clutching to his stomach in agony before sending an equally harsh kick back to Taehyun.

“Save it for later, she’s here.” You may be oblivious, but you’re not downright stupid, and so you’re immediately swinging your head back to questioningly stare at them with the remote pausing the show, blasting on the tv merely for decoration. “What’s wrong with me being here?”

“Just guy talk—”

“Relax dude, it’s only conkers and chemistry in her head.” Yeonjun stifles a laugh watching you bead your eyes at him, having heard the same thing over and over again to the point you’ve given up arguing.

Huffing, you slump and dig your chin into your chest. “Maybe if you tell me I can actually learn.” Your hand reaches over to grab a fistful of chips out of the bag snug in his hands, messily shoving them into your mouth in annoyance. “If I told you what they meant, your little pure-white bloomers would go flying.”

“So, did you prone bone her? We were all betting on it as you left.” Taehyun leans in for the remote in your palms, hoping to change the channel which you hand to him without issue.

Yet the switch of the tv channel to some football match doesn’t break your train of thought. “What’s a prone bone?” Curiosity left your unzipped lips like some fool before you could hold it back. And Taehyun wastes no time in directing a quirked brow and scoff in disbelief as he quickly straightens up more enthusiastic than he ever has been since he arrived at the doorstep.

“You don’t know what prone boning someone is?”

“Dude I’m telling you she’s like the ultimate virgin! She’s not going to know any of it!!” The snacking of chips from your roommate’s mouth disorganises your mind even further, too focused on the chewed pieces spitting out of it as he speaks to even realise Taehyun was leaning dangerously close over you.

“What about giving head?”

You jolt at the amplified voice inching in from behind, shaking your head no with brows knitted in concentration digging through your memory for some sort of definition.

“—Ever fingered yourself?”

“F-fingered?—” You shake your head once more, holding up your fingers to your face in confusion and looking back up at his stumped expression that Yeonjun doesn’t reciprocate. He’s well-versed in what you do and don’t know especially when the noise complaint you filed in was actually him and the girl from his weekend job having rough sex in his room.

“Hey nerd,” Yeonjun chimes in before Taehyun could ask any further questions, his phone camera directed towards your face, “you like doggy don’t ya?”

Your eyes light up from finally being able to understand a full sentence over the last 10 minutes of conversation you couldn’t decipher, eagerly nodding with your head.

“Uh yeah!—who doesn’t? I used to have a Beagle when I was younger I told you about this.”

The smile on your face nervously contorts into confusion upon the combined synchronisation of raucous laughter channelling through both men. A funny enough joke you’ve made, and once again don’t get the punchline behind, causing them to slap at their knees with tears brimming in their eyes.

The replay of your confident yeah! plays on loop from his phone, the audio slightly crackling from the numerous times he’s dropped it onto the floor from an ungenerous altitude. “Whaat?! Does my voice sound off today or something?”

After a solid minute or two of crying-laughing and poking fun at none other than you Taehyun finally calms himself down to a state where he can form coherent enough words to answer your question.

“So not only are you a Chem major who drinks apple juice when everyone’s taking shots, but you don’t know anything about sex too? Holy shit…you fit the Trinity of Virgins’ theory exactly—”

“The trinity of what? I-I know what sex is I’m not stupid!”

“Hold on now—” Yeonjun sits up from his slump that’s left an imprint in the back rest, an accusing finger struck towards your face to make a point the entire living room enters silence waiting for, “You thought I was a stem major or something because you mistook my pocket pussy for some sort of model. That’s when it clicked you’ve never been dicked down in your life.”

Mortified at the memory you scramble from your feet to cover Yeonjun’s mouth before he could spill anything about you placing it on his desk like the atomic model on yours, stolen off his bed and displayed next to his keyboard to paint him like a complete incel.

“Why would you even have that in the first place!??” You groan thinking about how you touched the used silicone without thinking, still muffling his mouth with your palm so that Yeonjun has no chance to defend himself. Aside from the male on the opposite end of the couch to do it for him.

“How else is he gonna get off? No one wants to fuck him and his microdick.” Taehyun leaves his spot on the couch just in time to save himself from the ear of his friend’s bickering, the vulgar language too much at once for you to process before he slips himself into Yeonjun’s room— usually the indicator he’s staying the night again.

The room enters much-needed silence until Yeonjun loads his Netflix account onto the screen, absent-mindedly scrolling down to watch the same episode of Suits for the tenth time while you fiddle with your shirt. “Did I say something to upset him?”

Your roommate slumps back onto the couch, caught in the middle of a yawn as his eyes start to flutter shut with fatigue.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he just has a thing for virgins.”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [One Of The Girls - the weeknd, jennie, lrd]

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏               ͏ ͏͏  .ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏          0:24 ─●──────── -2:56

                  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏      ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏         "We don't gotta be in love, no"

It’s been bothering you since everyone headed back to their respective rooms once the clock struck 12, still stirred awake thinking over their words— his words.

You’ve reached your twenties too focused on working towards your future to even consider building up your social circle which is now limited to two girls from your chemistry lectures and Yeonjun, maybe Taehyun if you’re stretching it. It's the direct result of your strict abstinence from parties you missed out on to type up your kinetics research, not due until two weeks later, and you’re currently regretting it all by just a little bit.

So what if you’ve never had sex before? There are plenty of opportunities later on to give it a shot even if the idea of anything inside of you isn’t so pleasant. You’ve never felt the need to rush anything in the first place!

Oh but his questions stick in your head annoyingly, pestering you awake and not leaving your mind even with your head sandwiched between your pillows to drown out the mental echoes of them laughing. The Trinity of Virgins…even just saying it leaves a bad aftertaste on your tongue.

You never thought you were behind others your age in life, but for once you’re starting to feel out of the scene. After all, you don’t want to be holed up as a virgin forever— perhaps if you tried to sleep with someone you’d finally understand all the jokes you’ve missed out on awkwardly.

But where do you begin? And who wants to have sex with a virgin who only thinks of Avogadro’s constant and moles all of the time? Your hair bunches up within your palm as you rise from your bed in frustration, a hand feeling around the stand of your nightlamp for your thickly framed glasses taped together at its hinges to stop it from collapsing altogether.

But luck has never been on your side, a fatal blow to your knees with a thump from tripping over textbooks on the floor you forgot to organise, lifting yourself headfirst from the ground in a grunt. “Ugh…It doesn’t even matter gosh!” Swiping along your lockscreen with squinted eyes adjusting to the blare of blue light you’re caught off guard by the instant notification— that pops up on top of your calendar reminders to attend the chemistry fair at nine today; something you’re considering missing out for once because you haven’t slept a wink since midnight.

Taehyun: Can you keep it down? Trying to sleep. Ty

Right, he’s available too.

Even if it is a stupidly irrational thought on your end.

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Get You Better- D.D.Angelo]

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏               ͏ ͏͏  .ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏          0:24 ─●──────── -2:56

                  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏      ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏   "fuckin' all the time is wrong when you're not mine baby"

It’s comedic how you hurry to make yourself somewhat presentable at 2 in the morning despite anyone in their right mind being too tired to notice your shorts were on the wrong way ‘round and your shirt managed to get toothpaste stains on it. An effort has to be made at least because it’s not Yeonjun who’s behind those bedroom doors— he’s out like a light on the couch he’s dribbling all over through grumbled snores— but Taehyun who you nervously wait for to let you into his room after a series of frantic knocks.

“I don’t think my text asked you to come over.” His door creaks open wider upon seeing you nervously shifting your weight onto alternating feet, his hair slightly lifting on its ends from being flattened under his pillow and…and he’s completely naked. Apart from his grey boxers you’re fighting your mental capacity to not stare at it out of instinct. But it’s even harder to make eye contact with him when he’s openly showing off the built muscle running down his abdomen and how his biceps look slightly bigger than they usually do because a shirt doesn’t serve him justice at all. “Want me to put on something?”

“A-ah no! I mean yes but I— it’s just—”

“Just?” Taehyun flickers his gaze from your darting eyes to the loose shirt he can slightly see down where the curve of your tits rests, his stance straightening to get a better view when you interrupt him from doing so.

“What about me makes it obvious I’m a virgin?!”

He can’t give you a short and simple answer without being fearful that you’ll break out into tears if he had told you truthfully that a dead giveaway was the periodic table on your lockscreen, widening the door in a gesture for you to enter seeing the way your hands rubbed at your arms in a shiver.

You swerve and topple over piles of clothing discarded over the floor of Yeonjun’s bedroom, messy yet somehow tidier than it usually is— a small detail that you notice after shuffling yourself to the edge of the bed to create some sensible distance between a man and a woman meeting in a bedroom at early morning.

“How can I tell you’re a virgin? Look how you’re sitting 10 metres away from me,” A pair of sweats is lazily rolled up his legs with the strings dangling loose as the bed dips under his weight where your feet are hugged to your knees, “Tell me, do you get nervous when I’m close to you?”

The sudden lean in towards you steals the shaky exhale of breath held back in your throat as he turns his head towards the dip of your shoulders to move closer. The natural scent to him is much stronger at this barely-distant distance than when all three of you are squeezed up on the couch, shoulders and legs bumped and squashed against one another.

“N-no…it’s just a bit close that’s all.” His whispers are ticklish against your skin as hot breath concentrates itself along your ear.

Too close to what you’re used to, the primal instinct to run away kicks in to your racing heart while your hands defy it, gripping onto the bedsheets to stop yourself from chickening out the moment he eases in closer with his lips brushing past your neck.

“You’re lying straight to my face for someone whose breath hitches the second I get close,” Taehyun withdraws himself back towards the headrest of Yeonjun’s bed, a knee kicked up as he snaps his fingers to gather your attention.

Then once he has it he slowly drags his hand towards one of the drawstrings and twirls it around his finger. Your throat runs dry as you watch him let go of his grip, slide his palm down towards the stitch of his crotch in his sweats, and squeeze around the hump gently before you look away too soon to catch onto anything else.

“I can’t look at…that!” You stress the last few syllables of your sentence starting to feel shy once reality sets in that you’re in fact sitting on the same bed watching him— you’re watching a guy you’re barely close with touch himself like it’s nothing!

“Exactly, I’ll put it into little science-y words for you alright? All virgins follow the same formula— don’t know anything about sex, complain about it, and the moment they’re given the opportunity to be fucked they shy away. Am I wrong?”

Fiddling with the hem of your shorts you bite down on your lip contemplating this ‘virgin formula' you correlate with word for word; dread washing over you in large volumes of crashing waves as you whine at the accuracy.

“So is there not a formula to fix it? O-or make it less obvious?” Without even realising you’ve already started crawling closer towards him with both hands sunk into the mattress as you inched in with desperation. While his smirk is lightly illuminated by the soft glow of the ambient lamp beside him, his line of sight is directed away into the distance as his tongue pokes the inside of a cheek, a hand coursing through his hair.

“You can’t fix being a virgin on your own. ‘Need someone to take your virginity first—”

“—So can’t you do it?”

He blinks twice, and then once more.

You see him falter for a second, his jaw tensing and his eyebrows twitching slightly. Then the next second he returns to the laid-back demeanour Taehyun’s always given off; the heel of his palm pressed against his temple in a moral debate.

Because you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, naïve to the core without understanding the effect of your words on him, and how your rounded eyes plead for his help. For him to corrupt, teach, fuck you to make up for all the times you’ve missed out. He’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d do you, Yeonjun’s little nerd of a roommate who’s clueless about everything apart from burying her head in studying chemical equations. He’s already predicted the gist of how you’d moan his name from the rare occasions you whine at him for beating you in Mario Kart. And here you are, knees dipped into the bed asking for him to take your virginity.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know what kind of favour you’re asking me for right now don’t you?”

You balance the pros and cons of letting Taehyun take your virginity, and in all honesty you couldn’t see a problem with it at all. It’s not like you’re tight-knit enough to awkwardly ruin a friendship like if you had asked Yeonjun, plus you get your virginity taken and join the rest of the crowd. And he— you guess you could teach him a bit of chemistry since there’s not much else you have to offer anyways. It’s just a slim strand of luck that Taehyun who’s always hanging around with girls and sleeping with them (multiple at once too according to Yeonjun) happens to be here in your shared apartment tonight. A sex expert at your very hands so surely it couldn’t hassle him to help out just one more girl.

“I do! What do you want in e-exchange? I don’t have much to give you but I can try—”

“I don’t need anything in exchange. I’m asking if you can handle it.” Two fingers are held up to his lips, scissored apart where his tongue sticks in between them, the muscle gliding down his middle finger which you cock your head at in confusion. “Would you let me eat you out if I asked? Could you suck my dick if you tried? I don’t tend to sleep with virgins you know.”

Taehyun…doesn’t sleep with virgins?

You can’t pinpoint whether you’re more shocked at his explicit choice of words or the fact that Yeonjun lied to you earlier, your lips immediately wilting into a frown as you try to resort to retorting over admitting defeat.

“Then just don’t make it hurt! Please? I can take it if you go slow…”

“How about I ease you into it hm? Is that easier?” You’re nodding keenly awaiting to learn from whatever he’s planning on doing to take your virginity. Though his grip on your wrist is strong as he places your palm above soft cotton sweats, a gasp shakes out of you as you process everything from the lustful droop to his eyes and the tired hum of his voice to the raised bulge your fingers lightly hover over.

“Y-you’ve got an erection Taehyun…” Squeaked out and timid, you don’t dare to remove your hand or shift it by even the slightest centimetre. Yet you can feel him growing under your touch and the light throb of his dick pulsing through your fingertips.

“Erection?" His laughter deepens by an octave, "When I said there’s a formula to virgins I didn’t expect you to drag in all the scientific terms too. I’m turned on— hard— whatever, so are you gonna sort it out for me and prove that you can handle it?"

The grip around your wrist tightens before he’s digging your palm deeper into the bulge; a squeal leaving your lips while a grunt leaves his, kissing his teeth and baring his canines as his brows furrow at the feeling.

“With your pants on?” Taehyun chuckles to himself upon your clueless question based upon nothing but your inexperience, gaudy as he shakes his head no in amusement.

“Then take them off, or do I have to teach you that too?” You swallow your own embarrassment and exchange it for the willpower to hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweats— only to be stopped by a gentle push to your forehead, “Ah-ah, if you want to impress me then you should learn to use these.”

His thumb pushes past your lips and grazes your teeth, pushing at your premolars before signalling your attention towards his sweats once more. And you follow as told, leaning down to bite down onto the cotton with your gaze flickering up at his for approval, tugging down the waistband with as much strength as you could.

The band snaps back against his thighs alongside his boxers, and your cheek dampens with the warmth of something foreign tapping against it gently.

 “You’ve seen one before outside of textbooks right? A dick, angel, that’s what’s nudging your cheek right now.”

You haven’t seen one in the flesh before. Your eyes are blown wide when you pull back and spot the string of sticky fluid connecting from the apple of your cheek to the darker nude tip of his dick. Veins bulge from the base of it and slim towards the top where he’s thickest and your fingers dance on edge unsure of whether to touch him or not, nervously sweating at the fear of screwing it all up.

Until his hand grasps onto yours, cupping it to mould into shape and guiding it towards your lips instructing you to spit, watching as the saliva drips from your mouth filthily while your eyes bat with innocence.

Taehyun wraps his hand over yours and thrusts your cupped palm over his dick; the wet schlk of your spit lathers his tip in a sheen of lubricant— with every thrust picking up in pace as he leads you—growing in volume.

“G-God baby, you can barely wrap your hands around me.” Like your throat is clogged you’re unable to speak apart from the pathetic mewls you let out— words stuck in forbidden awe as your glasses start to fog from your unsteady breathing of beginner’s-play sex filling the room.

On command the tightening of his fist causes yours to squeeze and tighten around his length too, the shifting pressure against his tip causing Taehyun to throw his head back against the headrest with throaty grunts emerging from his lips. His hand starts to weaken and loosen his grip as he delves into the pleasure of your lacklustre hands jerking him naively, muttering under his breath soft groans which are overturned by the loud squelch of your saliva against the base of his cock.

“Ffffuck, that’s it baby you need to keep squeezing it or else— shit, it won’t feel as good.”

Heat spreads all over your body as you gather the strength within you to tighten your grip around his dick as you shift your hands in a stiff up-and-down motion, biting down harsher onto your lip as your lower core starts to swell and throb with need. Watching Taehyun start to unravel his typically calm and collective front into rushed pants and a sweat-slicked forehead only urges you to want to impress him more— to prove him even the littlest bit wrong about your inexperience even if you’re struggling to jerk him off properly or as well as any other girls he’s had sex with before.

But Taehyun’s addicted to the way you nervously seek his approval through your lashes, and chaste glances that begin to drip with the dirty immodesty of sex as you jerk him off amateurly with a stiff wrist and poor technique he can only gush at in adoration.

He’s trying his hardest to hold back from bucking his hips through the weak foundation of your clasped fingers around his girth, and fucking his own fist to near his release faster and cum over your stupidly flimsy glasses that have now slipped down your nose.

“Tyun, i-is this...right?” You’re shier than usual when you notice you’re slipping right off track without him guiding you, too embarrassed to accept that you weren’t any good at sex when you hear his grunts less frequently.

“You’re doing perfect angel, oh s-shit— ‘should twist your hand more…are you gonna be a good little virgin and listen to me? I’ll teach you how to give the best fucking handjob baby don’t worry.” Something stirs in your stomach at the small nicknames he throws into his sentences, endearing and yet makes you lust for more as you implement his advice.

Obediently, you tighten your grip even further and gently stroke along his length until you twist your wrist around the bulbous tip, spit coating and squelching onto your palms even more as you do so.

You didn’t even notice how you instinctively leaned in closer towards his dick until he groaned from the hot fanning of your breath against his slit, his hands finding placement on your head as he holds you still.

“O-oh wait— ‘f you kept doing that I would’ve cum on the spot, hah— you’re not too bad for a virgin.” A warm smile finds itself spreading across your face as you beam at him excitedly, the mellow gesture only making his dick twitch perversely watching you keen over barely anything— Taehyun hasn’t even really taken your virginity yet and you’re already over the moon.

So he drags his finger towards your low-cut shirt, pulling down on the neck of the fabric as he wets his lips, your breath hitching at the suggestive action he doesn’t seem to shy away from like you would, but instead pinches at the soft mound of your tits between his fingers.

“S-shirt off? You want me to take my shirt off?” You fumble over your every step in removing your shirt, hurriedly trying to pull it over your head when your elbow gets stuck in the fabric, revealing the onset of your chest to him for a couple of seconds longer before you’re finally free of your shirt.

Or more than just your shirt, because you’re left surprised when you look down at your bare chest on display instead of the light blue bra you had on earlier— completely slipping through your mind that you had removed it before you went to sleep, now leaving you with overwhelming embarrassment.

“Oh…I forgot to put a bra b-back on…I usually take it off when I—”

“You’re dirtier than I thought angel, knocking on my door without a bra on. Should’ve known you were tempting me the moment I let you in.”

Taehyun lays you back onto your stomach as you wait for his instructions, heated all over in embarrassment, choosing to keep silent rather than out yourself as a nervous mess when Taehyun’s supposed to be helping you— you owe him a favour.

Your tits press flush against the mattress as Taehyun jerks his cock slightly, drool spilling from your lips as you gulp down any remnants of awestruck words hearing him groan from a couple of fast flicks of his fist with expertise.

“Come on sweetheart, you know what I’m trying to get you to do,” Oh but you don’t, truthfully. Ideas short-circuit and don’t develop further as to what you could do, inexperience ridden all over your body language as you hic and pout in thought, “Pouting on purpose ‘cause you know I like it when you act dumb don’t you? I’m asking you to jerk off my dick with your tits.”

Stutters die on the end of your tongue as you’re taken aback by the sudden severity in his tone. Your heart races with adrenaline kicking in through your blood from repeating his sentence about twenty times in your head before you could even muster up the courage to ask him to guide you once more.

“Was that too vulgar for you?” Taehyun shifts close enough to tilt your chin with his finger, cupping your chest in his hands and slotting the mounds over his cock, clicking his tongue as they moulded into shape— wrapped around his dick as his flushed tip pokes through to the top.

“T-Taehyun this…will this even feel good?” Your head spins at the lewd image in front of you far too drastic for your virgin eyes to behold. Neither do you dare to make eye contact because you can sense the predatory stare on the side of your face as you look off into the distance, but you can feel it all the same as he continues to erratically twitch between your chest with restriction.

“Less words baby, cup them together and suffocate my cock like I want you to, how I taught you to.”

You don’t know how to, seriously, apart from squeezing the plush of your chest and dragging it along his dick weakly with hesitation radiating from your staggered breathing and uncertain hands.

“…Like that?”

Taehyun believes he could cum from just watching you struggle to find a rhythm with your flimsy technique, hell he adores the way your brows knit together to concentrate on making him feel good, how your tongue dabbles out cutely and how your fingers sink into the plush of your tits.

“Fuck— gotta pick up the pace baby, you need to squeeze me tighter.” Your glasses tip off and roll onto the mattress, your eyes prettily blinking up at him as you shift your tits to stroke his length, the tip submerging into the crevice of your tits before unsheathing again right before your very eyes.

You notice how Taehyun’s thighs tense and the clench of his jaw emphasises the angles across his face; the high nose bridge softly lit by the lamp as he slumps further into the headrest of the bed, his eyes squeezing shut whenever you’d slightly dwell around his sensitive cockhead oozing with the new glob of spit you’ve learnt to lather onto him.

You continue to glide your tits along his shaft, the saliva dripping over your chest in glistening droplets. It’s tempting how you drool to venture outside of what Taehyun teaches you, especially as his thickly rounded tip slicked in your fluids thrusts directly in your face, sometimes prodding too far and bumping into your chin.

Perhaps it’s the spur-of-the-moment thoughts after diving into a new territory of sex and the taboo image of your roommate’s best friend unclothed from the torso downwards which urges you to lean in a bit closer. To get a taste of him on your tongue purely out of curiosity when you give an experimental lick towards the bulbous head.

“What did you just—?” Taehyun’s eyes shoot open at the feeling of the warm muscle licking gentle strides, his posture straightening only to clasp his palm against his mouth to muffle the loudest groan he lets out when he catches sight of your tongue giving teasing kitten licks down his slit.

“Hehh?” You continue to give experimental licks, dragging the flat of your tongue for slightly longer as you take in his expressions, and the subtle jolts when your tits crush the base of his cock lovingly and your lips pout and upthrust against his tip, lust taking over your mind as you flutter your eyes with need.

“Angel shit— who taught you that? S’ fucking dirty I knew it, y-you’re gonna make me cum—”

The vibrations of your hums buzz softly against his length, the stimulation enough to drive Taehyun over the edge as he curses under his breath, his eyes rolling back once he feels your tongue drape itself and tease over his slit once more, and sucks in his stomach at the impending tension begging for release as his dick throbs repeatedly.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s cumming bucket loads all over your tongue and onto the plump of your cheeks as you blink in surprise. You remembered the fundamental basics of ejaculation but you never expected it to be so sudden; the fluid sticking to your skin and dripping viscously down your cheek, salty and thick on your tongue still stuck out for him.

“Maybe…hah, next time I should actually teach you how to take cock down here.” His thumb puts pressure on your throat before gliding the digit up to your bottom lip, folding in your tongue as if to swallow when he closes your mouth— the smallest audible groan hushed alongside a ‘fuck me’.

“I-It’s over now?” Taehyun quite pick up on whether you’re desperate for more or disappointed, still snug between his thighs as his dick softens between your mounds.

No, of course it isn’t over. He hasn’t even gotten a feel of what Yeonjun’s roommate’s cunt is like yet, how tightly you’d milk his cock and beg for him to be gentle and then whine when his thrusts just aren’t enough. He hasn’t tasted you on his tongue yet nor made you sit on top of his face and eat you out for hours. God, you haven’t even given him the green light to breed and stuff you full of his cum— he can’t just stop at handjob and some tit action.

“Not all of it, I don’t think you’d be able to handle it if I went any further.”

“So there’s…more?” You gulp at the thought of it, your stripped top-half starting to daunt on you as your arms quickly cross and cover your chest as if it could reverse any modesty back to them.

“There’s plenty we still have to do princess, you’re still a virgin until I’ve split you apart on my cock.”

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏     "You ain't gotta love to fuck, Girl I'm just tryna say"

Three times? Four times? Double digits?

Whatever it is you’ve completely rotted Taehyun’s brain to the core from how much he’s jerked off. It’s not an exaggeration to say that every second of his day is spent recalling the spitting image of you lapping up his cock cluelessly, and his cum messily spurted all over your face in the lewdest image his mind could conjure.

And whenever he’s not thinking back to the night you stumbled over to his room, tempting him with your loose shirt and desperate gaze and not expecting him to get hard, he’s pumping his dick until it hurts to the video Yeonjun recorded asking if you liked doggy. The sound kicked up to max without giving a damn what Beomgyu must be thinking in the other room.

Fuck, he’d lose his mind if you really meant it— he already had to go through hell and back and a lot of questioning just to get his best friend to send him the video in the first place. Never mind trimming the clip down to your sweet ‘yeah!’ to match the sick reality he dreams of where you’re gaping full of his cum, crying out sweetly that it’s too much for your virgin pussy to handle.

It's been a week since he last stayed over at your apartment, and a week since he’s last gotten anything close to fucking.

But it’s not like he’s turned down Heeseung’s nagging to spend a night out at the club for drinks and a quickie. He still turns up with that signature smile of his that lures in women without needing to lift a finger, but there’s no making out in the back alley or the car filling up with four instead of two. The problem directly lies in the fact that he seriously can’t get hard unless he’s thinking of you, only getting turned off when he can’t envision your face on the girls who cling onto his arm begging to spend the night with him.

There’s no way it could get worse at that, or at least so he thought. Since he’s clearly never liked sleeping around with virgins who cry and kick when he’s too rough and chase him for a second round like a kicked puppy the day after. He’s never going to fall into the vanilla sex propaganda Soobin preaches— that’s not him.

But God, do you drive him insane, specifically you, when your eyes filled with only the purest intentions start to taint with the sin of lust because of him.

Yeah, whatever, he wants to corrupt you; he wants your first time to be so fucking rough that any other guy who fucks you after him is by some grace worse than mediocre. Yeonjun’s little roommate whom he’s had his eyes on since the first day he came over, how you made him throb in his pants from the genuine smile and teeny-tiny shorts you paraded the apartment in as you opened the door. And Yeonjun was blessed enough to see this daily only to put it to waste by letting you confine yourself within your bedroom walls to study for hours. All the while he has to stop himself from getting hard for the short time he’s there to drink and game with his best friend.

Denial was the longest stage of this ongoing mental battle. Well, him? Kang Taehyun of all people masturbates to not only virgins but virgin nerds on top of that. Surely not!

For starters there’s nothing even obviously sexually appealing to the way you’re dressed when half the time you’re clad in the plainest shirts that are switched out for oversized wool jumpers on special occasions. You don’t even try to act sexy or seduce him in any sort of way; all of your vocabulary jumbles out of a mental dictionary that reminds him of his professor whenever you open your mouth. And you’re so wound up in all your chemistry nonsense about dynamic equilibrium and enthalpies of combustion to even spare him any attention, finding more appeal in your textbooks— there’s no way he’s into nerds, nada.

Yet when he’s frustrated and in need of a release he’ll go out of his way to spend an extra hour browsing for specifically ‘nerd’ porn. The kind of videos where the pornstar’s got crazy huge tits spilling out of her costume, her hair tied in pigtails, and she’s always giving a blowjob with black rectangular glasses that are obviously fake sitting on top of her nose bridge. But it’s not those weirdly off-putting videos which catch his eye. He’ll scroll past them all until he stumbles across a low-quality one posted by a woman with the same figure as you to a tee, her demeanour almost identical aside from some minor differences, and her whines the same pitch as yours had sounded when you were jerking him off with your small fist.

Had he have seen her on the front page of the website he probably wouldn’t have given it a double take. It’s filmed from a bad angle that doesn’t give much to satiate but leaves him begging for more, straining his eyes in case he’d miss anything vital for his imagination if he blinked. And it’s not as if she’s any good at fucking herself onto the thickest dildo she could find; too arrogant to size down until she realises it’s too big for her to handle by the time she’s grinding on the silicone. An amateur mistake you’d make, her tendencies just like how he’d imagine you would be, each quake of her thighs ushering him to fist his cock until his fingers burst from how firmly he was squeezing it trying to milk out his fourth orgasm to cheaply made porn.

And if he wasn’t spent enough he’d make sure he’d play the audio of your pitiful whimpers that slipped into the video he recorded of Yeonjun killing the bugs within the kitchen on full blast; closing his eyes and imagining you were whimpering for all sorts of other nasty reasons.

It’s become a real problem for him now and today is supposed to be the routine time of the week when he visits your apartment again— to look for Yeonjun of course, but there’s no harm in visiting a couple of hours earlier before he’s home is there? It’s not like he’ll be up to anything when you’re there to keep him in check.

So Taehyun doesn’t bother with ringing you up and disturbing you from your studies. He’s well aware of how to be a gentleman and use the spare key Yeonjun lent him to open up the door to the apartment. The soft click of the lock going unnoticed as he steps inside, but only up until the shoe rack of the front entrance before he could enter the open living-room.

Unable to cross the line any further when he can’t believe his eyes and neither can you as you squeal and stutter, scrambling to explain yourself. To explain why you were laid on your back, a hand snaked down your shorts and your phone held above your face. Although it’s since dropped to the floor in an ear-bleeding shatter with a woman’s voice playing through the speaker— guiding you to “circle your finger” around your clit repeatedly.

“Y-you’re here!? Ohmygodohmygod— Yeonjun said you’d be over at—”

“Five?” Taehyun observes how you whip your slick-dripping fingers behind your back, foot stepped over your phone to bury it into the carpet like it could drown out the speaker voicing the expert’s guide on how to masturbate like a pro, “I was planning on taking your virginity for real today by coming over earlier. Seems like you’ve already got a sexpert on your hands though.”

Hilarious how your eyes bulge like he’d predicted, guilt swimming through your blood once heat rose to your face at how humiliating it is to be caught trying (and failing) to masturbate by solely Taehyun.

Though could you blame him? You of all people trying to get a feel of what it’s like to cum when any other day you would have been typing away on a hypothesis for the practical over the weekend? There’s no reason as to why he isn’t laughing and mocking you in front of your face right now. In fact, he’s already placing bets in his head that you mistook your folds for the clit and, oh, how you’d whine at the utter stimulation of absolutely nothing.

“I couldn’t help it…I don’t know— got curious. I d-didn’t know when you were going to help me again…” You can’t bear to look him in the face, stomach churning with something worse than mortification.

What are the chances that he’s so disgusted he can’t stand looking in your direction anymore? How come the silence hanging over the room is ten times more suffocating than if Yeonjun had walked in on your virgin self experimenting?

“M’not trying to embarrass you baby, just thought that I taught you better. Next time you wanna get off you should go straight to me, not some sex guru off youtube,”

Taehyun kicks off his shoes at the entrance, striding almost condescendingly as he reaches for your phone pressed under your foot. He examines the video for a couple more seconds at the blonde woman with a whiteboard attempting to market her masturbating tips. As if  she could do any better than his tongue.

“Why watch these videos when your sexpert is willing to do all the work for you? You’re too busy to even reply to my texts, this hurts me a little angel.” His laugh is sarcastic in nature as he seats himself next to you on the couch, but you can tell he’s far more interested in the state of your wet fingers than whatever excuse you have to make up.

“This is…embarrassing I-I… you’re a guy! It’s different—”

“But is it?” He shuffles and extends himself towards you, each inching movement causing you to retreat backwards shyly; a face too shameful to be seen up close by him. Until you end up retreating all the way to the arm rest, forced to be in direct eyeline with his strikingly handsome features that make your heart knock at your ribs, “I’m sure we stopped caring about that when you begged me to take your virginity at two in the morning.”

Bullseye. Right through your logical reasoning.

The one guy who’s willing to take your virginity today is right in front of you— so why do you get nervous and stutter whenever he’s too close, or feel the need to clench your thighs when he calls you all sorts of sweet-toothed nicknames?

You grab hold of his shoulders, chewing on the inside of your mouth as you study his expression and the flit of his glances from your lips to your eyes. “If we have sex today…w-we have to be quick before Yeonjun’s back!” Squeaked to a minimum, you’re barely given the time to take another breath before it’s stolen by the hard nudge against your inner thigh where your knees pressed to your chest, under the strength of his hands keeping you still.

There’s something even more thrilling about him being hard? this time than when you had last seen him in Yeonjun’s bedroom. Perhaps it’s the way you can feel each ridge of his tip as it rubs against the plush of your thigh that makes your cunt pulse with need. Or maybe it’s the reassuring muttering in your ear that eases your racing heart as he lays your back onto the couch, stripping off his shirt and smoothing its creases directly under the two of you.

“Princess, you understand what I mean by I don’t like to fuck sweetly don’t you? I like sex when it’s rougher, nastier— ‘think you can be good and handle it for me?”

A part of you wants to rush him slightly. Especially when all you can focus on is how his dick presses up against your clothed folds, thighs already shaking from even the slightest shift in movement from him.

“I can handle it! B-but if I tell you to stop you have to! I don’t want to be ripped apart…”

This is exactly what Taehyun adores so much about you: your confidence pushing through only to be contradicted in every other sense. He can promise you that he won’t rip you apart on his dick, but he can’t promise that it won’t feel like it.

“Good girl,” He kisses your forehead lightly as his last sign of gentility and respect before he’s leaving you gasping and alarmed from how swiftly he pulls down your shorts, and loops your panties over your ankles, pulling you into a kiss as he hassles himself in unbuttoning his jeans.

You couldn’t kiss, didn’t know how to or the etiquette behind pushing yourselves onto each other. But Taehyun’s lead was so strong you couldn’t help but melt into his mouth as he bites on the plush of your bottom lip, claiming dominance over you as you mewl into the addition of another tongue that leaves you out of breath.

Two fingers drag along the damp slick dripping around your hole and pull back with strands of your clear juices, his touch electric as you squirm and hold on to him.

“You’re gonna make a mess baby, cunt’s f’ckin dripping everywhere. Needs someone to fuck this pussy so bad doesn’t it?”

With his large hands he seizes your thighs and stifles his cockhead against your clit, where it bumps and prods at the warm flesh with desire leaking from his tip in milky-clear beads. For a moment you think he’s gone back on his word from the stalling, it’s just nerves you mentally remind yourself, that makes every second seem like minutes when he drags the length down your slit causing you to squirm.

Your hands are bunched and clutched to your chest as you bite on the nail of your thumb to distract you from how exposed everything became the moment he walked in; from your panties pulled down to your ankles to his dick now wedged between your folds.

“H-hurry we can’t let Yeo— mm-agh!”

The hands that previously tied themselves in bunched, nervous knots to your chest quickly ripped apart to grab at the padding of the couch as you squeal and flinch from the pain that shoots through each muscle in the form a stinging sensation.

It’s only reasonable that you lift your head from the armrest to stare at if he had seriously torn you apart like you feared. Only to be met with him still digging in his pelvis to shove another inch inside of your sopping cunt, groaning as he melted into each suctioned grip of your walls around him like a vice.

“Princess— y-you fit me like a glove, fuck.” He’s only just about reached halfway when your eyes brim with tears at the slight burn of the stretch, as your hole gapes to accommodate him, lips quivering in the most erotic form of pitiful that makes his cock throb and reverberate against the gummy muscle enveloping him.

“Tyun—mfgh, ‘ts not going to fit!” Maybe you underestimated how big he really was when you wrapped your hands around him under dim lighting, talking too highly of what you could handle as you now struggle to keep your whimpers quiet and god, do you drive him insane.

Insane enough to upthrust your legs in the air as he pulls your thighs towards him, slamming the entirety of his length inside of you within the matter of seconds; the tip lovingly nudging at the deepest crevice of your walls as he tore the whiniest moans he wishes he could replay in his head for eternity.

The first instinct is to grab hold of his shoulders, the pain mixing into pleasure as he pumps his hips profusely, the slch of skin against skin echoed by the slick splattered down your thighs with each abrasive thrust as he rocks you into the arm rest.

“Ffffuck, you need to..relax baby. Can’t fuck you good if you’re holding onto me so tight,” But what can you do when he’s drilling his dick as far as he could tirelessly? He barely even lets you squeak out a full sentence before your syllables stutter and merge into one another from each brisk thrust. Like you could feel him plunging his cock through to your stomach, filled full from the raw drag of his cock alone, coated in your juices as you clung to him even harder, “Too tight baby, I told you I fuck rough but you’re not gonna rip I promise you, taking cock so well— you sure this pussy hasn’t been fucked before?”

Shaking your head is all you can resort to as the grip around your thighs tighten in his hold, his tongue traces the inside of his mouth as he allows himself to be entranced by the way your cunt yearns for him with each plummet of his dick followed by the loud squelching of wetness starting to collect on his discarded shirt.

Something snaps within him when you call out his name in the sweetest tone you possibly could, begging him for more as the pleasure started to twist and tangle into need. His balls slap in sync with his thrusts as one last final jeer at how pathetic you looked squirming and fidgeting whenever his cock would press too deep against you. Or when your walls would constrict the moment he’d pull out to about halfway only to slam his entire length with enough force to stretch you whole entirely again. Moans spilling uncontrollably as the thought of being caught within direct eyeline of the front door circulates around your already spinning mind, and spreads down to the heat building below as you squeeze around him at the idea.

“What’s got you clenching around me like crazy, hm?— Oh ssshit princess, thinking about somethin’ dirty aren’t you?”

Even if you managed to refute that you weren’t your body language gives yourself away in an instant, your eyes diverted away from his interrogative gaze and hands gently massaging at your thighs. And your cunt embarrassingly throbs to his every word that spits from his mouth; praising and shaming you all at once for how dirty your thoughts had become just from feeling him puncture inside of you with no mercy.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore I bet. Knew I’d be able to train you to take cock, jus’ look how good you’re milking me baby, pussy’s just begging for me to teach her how good sex is isn’t she? Better than your textbooks I bet—”

The rough consonants emphasised with each grunt crawling on the border of growls makes your stomach flutter before it’s quickly converted into lust when the curved side of his cock moulds your dripping walls to cling to him. Your eyes flit in-between the sweat beading down his muscular chest and the hazed expression plastered along his face as he heaves your leg over his shoulder.

He licks his lips temptingly as the heightened angle gives him not only a better view of your glistening cunt, as the girth of his cock penetrates it unceasingly, but also gives him access to fuck further into your hole, his tip pressing against soft and squidgy tissue that make your eyes roll-back on command.

“T-tyun!! Too— too deep!”

There’re times where Taehyun wishes you weren’t so adorable when he’s in the middle of tearing you apart on his dick without shame, there’s just no way it could be healthy for him to be fisting his cock until death for another two weeks after he’s gotten a feel of your soon not-to-be virgin cunt. But you seriously do it in for him when you cry because he can reach deeper than your fingers ever will and whine when he fucks too rough for you to react aside from guttural moans and pulsing around him. How he’s the only one who gets to see this side to you, not Yeonjun or any other guy that’s got some perverse kink for nerds like he admittedly does, only he gets to hear how you moan his name so innocently in even the dirtiest of settings.

“Are you gonna beg me to stop? Is it really too much for you to handle?” His voice drips mockingly as you think it over, but for no more than three seconds until you make up your mind that you’ve practically been aching for this high since he left you dumbfounded on Yeonjun’s bed. And you wanted him to quench the growing need for release, the hastened pounding of his dick brings you for the split second his tip nudges at your walls lewdly.

“N-no, want you to keep mngh! Keep going— can handle it T-Tyun. Please!”

His tongue clicks in accordance with your words, pride written all over his face as he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose reassuringly. “That’s a good girl, listening so well and making me proud. You really make it hard for me not to breed you fucking full of my cum.”

Taehyun doesn’t have it in him to show you any mercy at this point, rushing to lift your hips impossibly higher to meet his pelvis as he drills his cock repeatedly into your cunt which gushes out juices that splatter and start to seep through the thin shirt below.

The couch rocks slightly from each brutal jut of his hips. Sweat subdues the apartment from the clammy heat radiating off your bodies as his fingers dug into your thighs, indenting them with his nails to ease you into a bit of marking Taehyun’s desperate to get you to try down the line.

“Shit shit shit, baby don’t clench— I’ll cum too fast if you do.” His warnings don’t entirely stick to your lust-filled mind, your hands reaching to wrap around his neck to bring him in slightly closer. “C-can’t! Feels too good Tyunnie want more!”

You should remember to think over your wishes before he really grants them, the sudden increase in pace doubling the stimulation around the bundle of nerves he repeatedly bumps into lovingly, your mouth slacking wide open in loud whimpers as you tightened your grip around him.

“Pull on my hair, bite on my shoulder— I don’t fucking care. It turns me on like a sick freak, I’m nasty aren’t I angel? Makes my cock throb thinking about it.”

Hesitation streams through you as you try to equivocate whether to really tug on his hair or bite like he asked. Yet by the time he’s pounding into you cruelly to the point you can’t catch your breath your hands are instinctively clawing down his bare back like second nature.

Your nails drag nasty streaks along the broad muscle trailing down the sides of his spine, his hisses only fuelling him further to fuck you into the couch as harsh as he possibly could, his dick aching with need when you begin to scratch at him again once your toes began to curl.

“Ever been able to make yourself cum angel?” His question stems with genuine interest even if you’re too shy to admit that you never really got the chance to explore, a weak shake of your head which you bury into his shoulder to hide your embarrassment. But you can feel every twitch of his cock as it drags through you, the low groans masked under his pants delved from his extreme stamina, “Mm, leave it to me angel I’ll make you cum so f’cking hard.”

One moment you’re being rammed into the couch and the next he’s hovering over you; breaking out of the weak locking of your hands that left flushed red streaks down his back and hoisting one of your legs above his shoulder.

His finger slithers from the plush of your waist to your neglected clit that throbs as the soft pad brushes over it teasingly, slowly evolving into faster, rigorous rubbing at the small bud that tips you over and causes your back to arch in pleasure; the knot in your lower abdomen starting to unravel as he continues.

“T-think I’m gonna cum— feels weird!”

Taehyun mutters nothing short of a hum as he focuses on reaching your climax, biting on the inside of his cheek as he drives his cock into you over and over again— each dig of his hips nearing him towards release as he catches sight of your fucked-out expression.

Your eyes are barely fluttering awake with every stutter of your name before you’re entirely turning silent. Thighs shaking, pleasure bursting throughout each of your nerves and your hair messily dishevelled as you came down from your orgasm with a needy whine, trembling as Taehyun continued to use your cunt as his own free-use sex toy to bury his cock into as he chased his own orgasm with fervor.

“W-wait Taehyun ‘m still sensitive!!” Your cries are overshadowed by the wet plapping of your cunt and his pelvis as he fucks you at another orgasm-inducing pace at this rate, refusing to take a break from the buckling of his hips as his groans increase in volume.

“O-one more minute ‘m so fucking close baby you don’t understand. You’ll let me use this pretty pussy won’t you?”

And you’re nothing but more desperate to salivate over the delicious drag of his cock through your clamping walls for as long as you can but God, does that minute drag on for an eternity as you bite down on your lip to muffle your moans.

You watch as he stumbles in the rhythmic thrust of his hips and falters, pulling out his aching dick as it rests above your abdomen, your hole still gaping after adjusting to the stretch you toiled for him.

“Can you still remember what I taught you last week princess?” His fingers grab hold of your wrist as he slots your palm over his twitching cock, gulping as you ran your hand down the length, stroking up the vein with the back of your fingers and twisting your fist at the top.

It surprises him how you remembered to spit on his cock as well even if it was already slicked with your juices, letting the saliva drape him in warm fluid, jerking him off as vigorously as you could to get him to cum sooner or later.

It’s only when you glide your index down his slit that he’s cursing and holding onto the hair at the crown of your head, cumming batches of white all over your face where he thinks you look the lewdest— and fuck, he wishes you’d just let him cum on your glasses one day with the brightest smile on your face. Or even better, he wishes you’d let him fuck you in front of Yeonjun with cum pooling out of your cunt, his face burning red as he envisions you in the dirtiest image he could while you wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Am I…no longer a virgin anymore?” Your eyes bat at him with excitement that brings you out of recovery immediately, channelled through your clasped hands as you await his response.

Except Taehyun doesn’t think he’ll get the opportunity to fuck you again if he told you the complete truth that you officially weren’t a virgin anymore even if you lacked experience; still he chooses to tell you a white lie, his greed acting on his behalf.

“Think what you’d like, but I clearly haven’t fucked you hard enough if you’re still walking and talking properly right after.”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [GEMINI- Ethan Low]

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                  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏      ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏     "I know that you got a side that you tryna hide from me"

“Are you still working on that Kinetics essay? I thought you handed that in months ago.”

Your head lifts above the border of your laptop screen to be met with your friend’s gaze and her own stack of books neatly weighted on the table, her sheets of notes scattered across the already tight squeeze of a surface. “What—this? I’m doing extra credit since Morgan said Professor McKenna rewards extended essays.”

Yujin blows away the strand of hair astray on her face, huffing all her held back exhaustion in a deep breath. “And here I am stuck with Baldwins, who’s making me type up mock patents this whole semester!!!” Giggling at her exaggerated performance, you take a break from clicking away at your laptop for a minute, holding the latte up to your nose as the aroma wafts in while you sip the drink, diffusing into the caffeinated air of the coffeehouse.

“Oh, and my dad wants me to visit over the weekend to help paint the fence. It’s like he thinks I’m still carefree and sixteen!”

Yujin has always been a complainer since you really got to know her well last year, and you’ve learnt to love it, but you found much more interest in the different decorative lights and framed artwork hung along the walls than whatever she had to moan about today. It’s plastered all over the display windows of the coffeehouse that they’re hiring—big posters taped to the glass Taehyun stood in front of— Taehyun?!!

Your eyes blink twice and then a third time for good measure, before he’s confirming your suspicions that it’s indeed him stood outside of the coffeehouse with his friends, his finger pressed to his lips as he shakes his phone at you with the other hand.

And it’s right on cue how the message notification rings on your phone, hurriedly picking it up from its position face-down on the table and scrolling to your messages before you’re coughed back into reality by your study date.

“Something up? You haven’t responded to any of my rambling in the last minute.”

“I-I haven’t? I’m sorry, I got distracted— I think my roommate’s messaging me to bring him something back to eat.” Yujin nods for you to scroll through your messages, albeit the texts from Yeonjun, but Taehyun instead. Her questions don’t cease even as you load the chat on your phone.

“What was that topic you were working on last time?—”

“Dickpeptides!??—” You squeal in enough shock to alarm Yujin as you quickly slam your phone back onto the wooden table; face down and turned off to clear your head from the message Taehyun signalled you to open. Your eyes scan for him and his group of friends outside of the window of the coffeehouse, but they’ve since disappeared and you’ve been left with his dick pic unanswered in your chat.

It's an insane shot you must admit. Taken from the side where his dick visibly curves upwards towards his toned abdomen, cum leaking from his tip as it drips towards the base where his fingers wrapped around it, the waistband of his pants pulled down to his mid thighs—  the shadow-defined muscles bulked and rigid. A photo that reminds you of last Thursday when you had sex on the couch, making your thighs squeeze together at the memory as you engrave the image into your mind.

“Dick…peptides?”

“A-ah no! I meant dipeptides! Sorry uhm— it’s Mae’s birthday today, I got surprised.” A nervous laugh stammers out of your throat as you scratched the back of your head to make an excuse for how you could possibly jumble the pronunciation of a chemistry term you should be an expert in, hoping that Yujin would take the bait.

“Well happy birthday to Mae then. Pass that along to her for me, will you?”

You’re the first to be startled by the ten times more manly voice appearing from behind, immediately recognising it as Taehyun’s, causing your face to flush hot at what he sent you minutes prior, looking back down at your laptop now on sleep mode.

“Since when did you two get so close?”

“W-we’re not close!” Your rebuttal was said on a whim without proper thought, regret starting to berate your head as you felt the brewing of a chill stare from behind.

Clearly, that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“Shame. I thought we got pretty close when you were crying for me sweetheart. I’ll take my leave then.” Both you and Yujin watch bewildered as he saunters off with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, the small bells above the door ringing as he leaves into the swarm of busy streets outside.

“Explain to me everything. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Yujin slams your laptop shut from behind as she leans over the desk predatorily, her intense gaze putting you on the spot to make the tenth most viable excuse for all the lies you’ve been spouting. “I-I don’t know either!”

“I’m not stupid! He calls you sweetheart and he made you cry?! Did you break up with him or something?— When did the two of you even start dating in the first place?”

You couldn’t quite choose between what would be less awful to say to her: pretend that the two of you were dating or come clean about having sex with ‘supposedly’ no feelings with your roommate’s best friend. If there were a lesser of two evils somehow, it’s bound to come to light that you’ve been seeing him behind bedroom doors at some point.

“You can’t tell anyone this okay?” Extending a pinky finger out for her to link, you take a deep breath before unloading the dump truck of secrets you’ve been keeping hidden within your soul since the day you first overstepped the boundary of just bumping shoulders.

“You could kill someone and I’d be on your side.”

“No…don’t do that Yujin. It’s nothing really. I asked him to take my virginity and we’ve been having sex…like e-every week.” Your voice is hushed as indecency trails off your tongue, eyes wincing as you watch her face drop beyond shock, bracing yourself for the worst before it could hit you at full force.

“Shut up— you fucked Taehyun!??”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Living Room Flow- J. Aiko]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏  ͏ ͏         "You do me like no one's ever done it"

“Yeonjun? I brought back your ramen!!” Your voice echoes through the deadly still apartment as you shuffle out of your shoes, hanging your set of keys onto the hooks with the packets of noodles rustling in the bag, “Jjuuunnnn!!! Are you there?”

Silence is a rare phenomenon in this apartment whenever he’s around, and the absence of his music blasting is indicative that he isn’t.

So you let the bag of grocery goods disassemble from the tall structure. Ramen packets dominoed one after the other across the counter. You send a quick photo and message to your roommate confirming you’ve secured his lunch, and then head towards your own room where you’ll be locked inside for the next few hours.

The handle lowers under your grip around it with a soft click of your door, the carpet gruffs as you shrug off your bag onto it with a tired groan; wanting nothing more than to doze into deep sleep until the next day.

“I was right, you really don’t respond to my texts.”

“Aack! W-what are you doing here?” You visibly jolt seeing him laying on your bed with his arms behind his head, your chemistry textbook spread-out face-down over where the fly of his jeans rested, “You can’t expect me to respond to that!”

Taehyun smirks watching you flail about and scramble to lift your textbook from his crotch to place it where it was originally displayed on top of your shelf. Except the second you reach to grab the textbook, your mouth runs dry halfway through a gasp, your fingers stick to the pages where the ink smudges with dampness.

You gulp seeing his dick semi-hard and emerging from his unzipped fly, the slit dripping with cum as he snakes a hand to stroke himself at the base; unable to avert your gaze from how his cock stiffens immediately when you whimper instinctively. “Sorry angel, I’ll buy you a new one,”

His cum smears around your finger as you settle the stained textbook down onto the desk— too mesmerised by the temptation of everything about him, from his cockhead kissing his belly button to the seductive graft in his gaze, to even realise how hastily he’s approaching you.

“Thought I could get away with it, but it really fucking turns me on when you catch me red handed,” He corners you against your desk where your hips bump against it, pen pots knocking down from the sudden impact as he leaned in, “Tell me angel, there’s something else you want me to teach you isn’t there?”

It’s difficult to form coherent words when you can feel his breathing against your ear and his cock slung against one of your thighs from the miniscule distance between you. “The thing you and Yeonjun were talking about last time t-the prone…prone something!” Starting to feel shy, you try to hide the excited glint in your eye and the thought of something new— something that goes beyond just taking your virginity that he can teach you.

“Prone boning? God, you’re adorable.” There’s a laced sweetness to his taunts that make your panties dampen instantly as he wraps his hand around your wrist, lifting you from pressing against your desk to stumble out of your room in a frenzy, your glasses knocking off your head in the process and onto the floor.

He guides you into Yeonjun’s room before slamming and locking the door shut the second you follow in behind him. And he doesn’t hesitate in pushing you towards and onto the soft dip of the bed with both of your wrists secured over your head with his singular hand as he strips your skirt and underwear off with the tug of his other fingers.

“Tyun w-what if Yeonjun comes back?! We can’t let him find out!” You squeak as he flips you onto your stomach, handling and bending your limbs however he wants as he stuffs a pillow under your chin, grinning as he watches you moan into the cotton pillow-case when he slaps the plush of your ass.

“I don’t fuck girls who like to complain, I told you this before baby. Let him fucking watch if he wants to he’s into that shit anyway.”

Your eyes open wide in dirty excitement feeling him slot his dick between your ass, the tip gliding along your drenched folds begging for his touch as you whined at the sensation.

“So fucking needy, pussy was made to be fucked like this wasn’t it?” You mewl at the way his thumb presses at your clit as he starts to sheath his cock, your mind already dizzying from the drive of sex starting to kick in; lust pooling from your core as it desperately tries to suck in for more.

“Ye— mmagh! F-fuck!”

And Taehyun for sure serves you more. Because before you could even murmur out a soft ‘yes’, he’s thrusting the entire length of his cock into your poor cunt without mercy. His pelvis digs into your ass as you wailed at the stretch you’re still growing accustomed to, his tip slithering through your walls that suction his cock with a warmth Taehyun wouldn’t mind getting addicted on.

His thrusts are relentless as he continues to slam you into the mattress at a pace you couldn’t keep up with, mewls falling from your lips like a mantra as your pussy flutters from being stretched out all over again the second he’s pulling out just to stuff his dick back in with ardour.

“Tyun you’re too— hnghh— too fast!”

His pants can be heard from above alongside each hot fan of his breath that seeps through his lips as he stills his hands on either side of you, his hands digging into the mattress while yours disappear under the cover of the pillow pressed between them and your chin.

“Y-yeah? Too fast for you? I don’t hear you telling me to slow down though, you fuckin’ love it like some slut.”

There’s an attempt to shake your head no, which ultimately becomes useless due to your immodest cries when his cock pushes through your walls with a burn, the head of his cock rendering your thighs weak despite them being laid flat on the mattress; tired without having to even lift a finger whatsoever.

Your moans grew erratic as you tried to keep up with his thrusts, yet each plummet of his hips staggers your breath into small staccato gasps that only made each inch dragging through the vessel of your cunt feel ten times more intense— like he could pierce through your cervix if he tried to, tip wanting to reach your stomach as it pushes through to reach deeper each time.

“Mmmfff!! A-are you supposed to be g-going this deep?! — ngh! T-think I can feel you in my stomach Tyun I don’t wanna rip o-oh—"

He’s immediately moaning right after you, each genuine cry of fear that he could split you open on his cock only fuelling the ego burning bright within him, and that means he’s bound on fucking you stupid on it; until all you can babble for is his dick buried inside of you.

“Not going to rip sweetheart, breathe. You’d be better off being torn on my cock than suffocating around nothing,”

A shaky exhale leaves your lungs as your body tenses all over from his touch. Drool starts to leak and stain Yeonjun’s pillow without shame from your hung-open mouth to channel the pleasure of each stroke of his girth bulging through your core. While he laughs with sadism dripping from his voice hearing you mewl and whimper with each stretch of your gaping hole.

“How are you gonna explain the mess you’re making to Yeonjun later?” Taehyun leans in to grunt into your ear with a tone that reforms you into being dormant for him, tucking in your bottom lip as he whispers all sorts of nasty promises that make you throb around his cock, “You’re so nasty baby, you wanna show off to Yeonjun who’s fucking you like a good slut don’t you? You want him to see your juices all over the damn sheets.”

It's impossible for you to lie still when he’s fucking you into the bed, the flimsy framework creaking from the sheer force Taehyun exerted into each rut without any intention of holding back, using your cunt like his own sex toy flushed between him and the mattress.

“Keep your hips still. Need to teach you how to stop squirming s-shit— can’t handle it can you angel?”

Your hair sticks to the sweat on your neck and temples as he squeezes a hand beneath you to flesh out your tits, cupping them out of your bra as he fondles your chest, groaning as he watches your thighs shake from the hard groping of flesh.

“N-no I can take it! Mmf!— Tyun p-please don’t stop, wan’ your cock in me!”

Holy fuck could you turn him into a one-minute man if you kept staring at him like that; your cheek pushed up against the pillow as you turned your head to look at him from the corner of your eye, pretty lashes wet with tears that make his dick twitch with gross affection, brows drooping in desperation as your bitten-plump lips wet with saliva muttered soft pleas for him to continue.

Humiliation runs deep throughout you and the pathetic splatter of your wetness all over your thighs and trailing up to your ass, face starting to rise with heat as he collects your slick onto his two fingers, making eye contact with you as he cleans his digits by dragging them along his tongue. The smuggest grin plasters itself over his lips watching you suck your cheeks at him licking up the lewd glister of your juices without any shame, and Taehyun’s so so mean for taking advantage of catching you off guard.

He doesn’t bother dawdling around when it comes to grabbing hold of your hips with his fingertips digging into your skin with heightened pressure, ramming his cock into your gushing cunt, that squelches erotically in sync with your soft hiccups that only create an itch for him to fuck you harder, rougher, meaner than he should.

“Ohmygod! Hngh-ah! T-tyun too much— mmm p-please f-fuck”

“Please what?” His tone patronises you into burying your face into the soft pillow, aided by the pushing of his hand as he entangles his fingers into your hair; pushing you further into the soft compress, “Always begging for more then crying when it’s too much!~, shit princess, you talk big for a cunt that can barely fit my cock.”

He mocks your whimpers in a high pitched voice that causes you to clench around the thick shaft of his cock set on ruining you, hearing how pathetic you sounded to him only making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Taehyun brutes his cock through your tight walls, squeezing him for all he has as his tip prods at the soft lining with dominance, sliding along the gummy warmth to get that jaw-slacking reaction he loves to see screwed all over your face. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, knitted brows and nonsensical rants that stutter out with each grudging stroke of his dick.

Scoffs ring through your ears in contempt as your mind starts to fog and blur between your thoughts. There’s nothing more that you want but to cum on his cock, drool drenching the entire pillow by this point as you let him have his way with you as long as you’re trembling from the mean poke of his blunt cockhead against your cervix by the end of it.

You’re sure he said something, a question or maybe a statement— you couldn’t tell; hopeless in trying to think straight when he’s fucking you so good, when he’s plunging himself constantly, only to tease you when he pulls all the way out until the tip to then slam his cock as deep as he could into your pitiful cunt the next second.

“Not listening are you, baby? I know you’re smart, you can tell me what bond angle a Trigonal Planar has — I read it in your notes earlier,”

But your mind blanks itself, betraying you for pleasure as you try to scavenge through your fragmented memory broken by each propel of his pelvis for the angle. You know what it is— Trigo..no… Pair? Pyramid? You must’ve written it at least a thousand times in your bonding essay you’re sure of it, the answer on your tongue but dies as it rolls off the tip of it, replaced for small whimpers and whines instead.

“Or was that too hard for you hm? Should I go easy on you baby? Wanna tell me what covalent bonding is? Even I know that.” Taehyun groans against your shoulder, licking at the patch of skin and grazing his teeth gently above it as you try to drown out your moans into the pillow.

“S-sharing of…It’s the sharing o-of— a-ah! Did you say covalent b..bonding?”

There was something already humiliating in itself about being a virgin to begin with all those weeks ago. Although being fucked to the point you can’t remember what you’ve dedicated years of your time to studying over your roommate’s best friend’s dick is more than humbling.

“That’s it baby, shit— fucked stupid on my dick like a little cockslut— don’t think you’d remember your name if I bred you with my cum.”

Struggling to find the energy or the brain power to retort to his words, you’re suddenly brought back to a clearer state of mind when you pick up on the sound of the apartment door unlocking, the familiar musicality of Yeonjun’s hums as he steps through the door. Panic and dread run cold through your blood.

“T-Taehyun he’s back and w-we’re in his room!—”

Click!—

Your confusion is evident all over your face as you wait for him to halt his thrusts for even the littlest bit hearing Yeonjun’s footsteps pace around the living room. Except he never stills his movements at all, choosing to start the CD player your roommate treasures with his life, the small static buzz quickly tuning into the loud music both he and Taehyun are fans of. Not that playing music helps to ease your gut at all, because you know Taehyun likes to play dirty, that he’ll make you work for your conscience if you had any left after having sex on Yeonjun’s bed.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet hm? You’re the one who doesn’t want him to catch us.” His whispers are less reassuring than daunting as you try to register his hushed words in between your muddled thoughts, heat rising to your lower stomach as you clenched at the thought of being caught.

“Y/N?!! Are you homeee? Thanks for the food!” Your eyes squeeze shut unable to watch as he approaches the handle to the door of his room, his confusion barely audible over the music as he tries to jam the lock open.

“I’m fuck— staying over tonight just give me a sec.” Taehyun amplifies his voice over the CD player, trying to pry off Yeonjun from entering before he faltered in his speech— something you’re directly guilty for since your soaked pussy decided to throb around him with desperation, excited by the idea of him walking in on the lewd show the two of you are putting on.

The disappointed furrow of his brows only makes your stomach flutter as he leans in to lick along your neck, sucking softly to make your shiver but not enough to leave a mark. “And here I thought you didn’t want to get caught. Clenching around my cock like that, I’ll fuck you like the cockwhore you ought to be.”

“—What the fuck man?! I’ve slept on the couch every week that you’re here you fucker!...Whatever, did the virgin tell you where she went?”

Halfway through Yeonjun’s sentence Taehyun starts to fasten his movements, panting and huffing as he roughly fucks into your hole with his index slithering under your stomach to nudge harshly at your clit, circling the sensitive nub as fast as he could as he swiped his fingers along it, groaning as your slick started to splatter and coat his digits in your juices.

“Mmmngh T-tyun!!~” A moan slips from your lips on accident after feeling him rub and press at the perked bud, your eyes blowing wide realising your mistake which you hope was quiet enough to be inaudible over the music. But Taehyun loves it, how you tremble in both excitement and fear at your slight slip-up with adrenaline pumping through both of you. So he makes it a challenge to see how well you could muffle your moans if he kept ramming into the same spongy spot you’re always lolling your tongue out at, if he decided to work on your clit a little faster.

“Hey man? Are you good?”

“— Mffffngh! Hmpgh-ah!, pffwease fffffck!”

“Y-yeah, think she went t-to buy herself another coffee. G-God, she won’t be back for a while—” You can sense him practically grinning ear to ear as he fucks your cunt to the point you couldn’t feel anything but the ache in your core that begs for release, arching your back as subtly as you could to lift your hips so you could feel him slightly deeper.

“—aghmmmf! ‘m so mngh!— closefff!”

“O-oh shit, really? I’m gonna go out for a smoke break then.”

You whimper into the damp cotton of the pillow case snuck between your teeth upon hearing his footsteps start to fade away, and the excessively loud slam of a door in the distance, exhaling in relief before you’re quickly crying out for Taehyun to make you cum on his cock again, nails digging into your clenched fists as you felt your climax approaching.

“T-that’s right baby, cum on my cock f’ being such a good girl for me. Fuckfuckfuck— clench around me like that again angel I’m s-so close.” Taehyun’s stutters start to heighten in sensitivity as he groans from each thrust that prods against the bundle of the nerves against your walls. Where you’re quickly clamping down against each thick vein running down his shaft in response to the one last final drive of his cock through your warm walls, spasming around him as you mewled out his name in the softest way possible.

He's following not too long after, the contractions of your cunt as you pulsed around him sending the male into euphoric bliss as his hips staggered and hastily stressed to pull out just in time to stain your back in sticky streaks of his cum; his release spurted all over your spine in thick loads as he pants heavily, coming down from his high.

“H-hah angel, a-are you okay?” Taehyun rolls you onto your side with gentle fingers brushing away the strands of hair slicked with sweat sticking to your forehead and steamed cheeks where he pecks a small kiss— out of pride or reassurance, or something else you couldn’t quite describe apart from the thump of your hearts before you’re emerging into gentle laughter. “So that’s what prone boning is?”

“More or less so. Wash up with me today, okay?” You heave a sigh as he tightens you in his grasp, wrapping his arms around your waist and toppling you over onto your back so he could rest his cheek against the padded comfort of your chest much to your dismay.

“Stay here with me for a while longer, looked so f’cking pretty whining on my dick—”

“Tyun!! Yeonjun’s got cum stains on the sheets now because you flipped me onto my back! I-I need to go get my glasses before we wash up—” Your very own sexpert finds much amusement in how you scramble in complaint staring at the damp spot of cum now spread along bedsheets you’ll have to clean as well. There’s not much thought in dressing yourself up when no one else is home, choosing to roll your shirt back down as your legs weakly wobbled past the door.

There’s little energy within you to even hoist yourself upright as tenderness started to settle in between your thighs, feeling groggy as you stumbled over to the door of your room which you swing open with blurry eyesight in the hopes of finding your glasses on the floor somewhere without stepping on them.

And although your eyesight isn’t the greatest from a distance, you couldn’t mistake the fact that Yeonjun is sat before your very eyes on the edge of your bed right now. His mouth is slung open in the middle of a moan, which has now converted into speechlessness, as his still fingers wrap your purple bra around his pink-flushed dick having interrupted him from jerking off to it, precum leaking from the tip in mortification of being caught.

“Y-you’re jerking off to my bra?! Aren’t you supposed to be out—?”

“…Woah— I think we should address you being half naked first.”

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“You’re going out again?” you hear Taehyun call out from the kitchen, the said man able to hear you approaching from the hallway from the jingling of your jewelry— something he was always on your ass for, never failing to comment how you’re like a walking tambourine with that stupid quirk to his lips— the sound of his voice teeming with judgment only brought about a roll of your eyes, trudging over to the kitchen to send him a harsh glare; you made a point of placing your bangle clad wrists on your hips, the action bringing about another soft jingling. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow expectantly; Taehyun seems unfazed by your sudden confrontation, not a single muscle twitching at your accusatory tone— his back remains turned to you, leaning on the kitchen counter leisurely while he scrolls on his phone— at the sound of your persistent hmm? He peeks over his shoulder to meet eyes with you. 

“You were out till three yesterday,” he says nonchalantly, only turning so he can properly look at you whilst keeping an eye on the stove, “Is partying all you do?”

You can tell he’s trying to provoke you— but you know better than to fall for it and get angry, already victim to his constant mocking and teasing to realize that he seems to enjoy getting a rise out of you— so you simply roll your eyes and scoff, crossing your arms over your chest before you’re turning on your heel and beelining back to the door. 

“You know damn well…” you mutter to yourself, sneering at the chuckles you’re able to pick up on, “It’s none of your business anyway!” 

“Yeah, it kinda is!” Taehyun retorts, but you’re too busy slipping on your shoes and your jacket to voice out a rebuttal— swinging your purse over your shoulder, you’re able to catch his final comment right as you’re slipping out the door; “I’m not making the hangover soup again!” 

“Fuck you and your soup!” 

You shut the door behind you before Taehyun can get a word out. 

   ☆☆☆

“How are you two still living together?” 

The natural light that streams in through the windows and the sound of Yeonjun’s raspy voice is enough to have you wincing with pain and ducking your head down; hot steam from your bowl soothes your skin and puffy eyes, your body still sore from the night before as you sink into the chair with a tired sigh. 

“Because as insufferable as she is, she still pays her share of the rent,” Taehyun mutters bitterly, setting down a second bowl of soup before your mutual friend, pulling out the chair across from your as he goes to sit with crossed arms, “aren’t you gonna eat? You were begging me for this earlier.” Your lips automatically go to form a scowl, but your hand still goes to reach for your spoon— because as much as you hated feeding into Taehyun’s big fat ego, you couldn’t deny that he makes some killer hangover soup; you could already feel the tension easing from your muscles from the first bite—- your eyes remained glued to the table, knowing better than to glance back up and catch the stupid triumphant look Taehyun never bothers to hide. 

“Fucking insufferable,” you mumble between bites, glancing at the way Yeonjun seems to catch onto your words, shoulder shaking with the soft laugh he huffs out. 

“Me?” Taehyun gawks, leaning forward as though to make sure he was hearing things right; neither of you respond, which only serves to make him more irked.

“As far as I’m aware, I’m the one that has to deal with you— always coming back late and drunk as hell—” Taehyun’s pointed glare jumps over to Yeonjun, who simply flinches and averts his gaze down to the table, “you said you’d be watching over her last night.”

“I’m not a baby,” you butt in, ignoring Taehyun’s look of disbelief, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“And yet you’re always asking me to take care of you.” 

You shrug dismissively, the last bit of your energy spent as you find yourself no longer interested in arguing; staring down at your bowl, you found that you were so busy trying to ignore Taehyun’s piercing glare that you ended up scarfing down your soup in a haste— standing abruptly, you go to place your dishes in the dishwasher before you’re spinning around and sending Taehyun a bright, innocent smile. 

“It’s not my fault you always jump to come help me out,” you coo, wincing at the soreness of your body and the sharp ache in your head as you make your way over to him, cupping his face and squeezing his cheeks together, leaning in close to him even as he begins to fuss and swat at your hands angrily, “and you’re just soooo caring and sweet with me— it’s in your nature, don’t lie.” 

“It gets tiring listening to you complain around the house,” Taehyun sneers grabbing your wrists firmly and pulling your hands off his face swiftly— the sudden strength catches you off guard, hands falling dumbly at your sides as you can only stare at Taehyun as he continues, cold and aloof as always, “It’s the only way I can get you to shut up.”

“Sureee… sure,” you mumble offhandedly, clearly unimpressed by his excuse as you saunter off to the living room instead, making yourself comfortable on the couch before you’re yelling back to the kitchen one last time. 

“Jjunie,” you call, waiting for the muffled hmm? of the said man before you continue, “are we still down for the part next Saturday? Jake’s place?”

“Oh… uhhhm,” he pauses, and you’re sure Taehyun is probably sending him a deadly glare right now, “sure, if you want to.” 

“Of course I want to,” you grin, pulling out your phone to look up Jake’s instagram page, scrolling through his feed to get a refresher of what he looks like, the satisfaction of what you see seeping into your voice as you speak, “Partying’s all I do.”

You swear you hear a scoff; it only serves to make you anticipate the weekend a little more. 

   ☆☆☆

“You’re leaving like that?” 

Your body is jolting in surprise, the mascara wand in your hand clattering on your desk as you curse in shock— Taehyun stands in your now opened doorway, unable to sense his presence due to the focus you were putting in to make sure your makeup came out perfect— meeting his gaze through the mirror, you frown, nose scrunching in distaste at the way he clearly judges you; your hand reaches for your phone, turning down the music you were playing in order to actually hear him properly. 

“Don’t you know how to knock?” 

“I tried. I’ve been trying. For the past three minutes,” Taehyun says, ignoring your complaints as he makes his way into your room, coming up behind you as he scans your setup— he ignores the way you continue to glare at him harshly, eyes running slowly over the mess you’ve made before he’s leaning down and reaching across the vanity; you’re pressed back against the chair and left to watch as his arm obscures your vision, hoping he didn’t pick up on the way your eyes glued onto his muscles that bulged slightly as he reached for the charger plugged into the far outlet. 

“You never gave this back,” Taehyun sighs, and before you can refute that you were just about to, he gives you a pointed look with that raised brow of his. “It’s been three days.”

“My bad,” is all you can bring yourself to say, picking up your mascara wand again as you go back to applying your makeup carefully— but it’s hard to concentrate, especially with the way Taehyun continues to linger behind you, able to feel his warmth due to how close he is— and you glance over your shoulder, scanning him up and down before you’re turning back to your vanity, “is there something else I can help you with?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What, the whole why are you dressed like that thing? Are you seriously expecting an answer to that?” you ask, putting your mascara away as you move to your lips instead, “It’s nothing new, I don’t know why you’re so fixated on that right now.”

“Nothing new?” Taehyun repeats, and through the reflection of the mirror, you’re able to catch the way he frowns in disbelief and scans you once more. “You never dress like this for house parties.” 

“Hmm,” you hum softly, doing your final touch ups before you’re standing abruptly, spinning around to face Taehyun with a pout, “it’s the skirt right? It’s throwing the whole thing off.” 

Taehyun watches as you push past him and head straight to your closet; glancing over your shoulder and nodding at him to sit on your bed, turning back around before you can catch the way he hesitantly follows your command— and you’re turning back around with three more garments in your hand, each option smaller than the one before— the sight has his brows jumping briefly. 

“I was thinking this one at first— I think the darker denim is cuter though, like this one,” you press each skirt to your waist, peeking at yourself in your body length mirror before you switch to the next option; again, you’re pouting and shaking your head, throwing the first two options aside before you’re turning around to show Taehyun the last option proudly. 

“But actually, I think this one is the one— look at the pockets, they’re sooo cute,” you smile, flipping the garment over to show him— and indeed, they’re blinged out and sparkly, just like the rest of you; you hold it against your waist, checking yourself out in the mirror with satisfaction. 

“That— that barely covers you.”

“So?” you effortlessly reply, tilting your head and meeting Taehyun’s gaze through the mirror; dramatically, you gasp, mouth falling open and brows rising as you proceed to blatantly mock him, “Oh, is this too scandalous for you? Sorry, I forget you’re a bit more… reserved. It’s okay, you don’t have to stay in here if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You’re biting your tongue as you listen to Taehyun sputter behind you in confusion; through the corner of your eye, you’re able to watch as his brows knit together, leaning forward and tilting his head as he struggles to find a response. 

“Where the hell did you get that from?”

“Oh,” you trail off, tsking awkwardly and amping up your dramatics as you pause— Looking over your shoulder, you meet Taehyun’s prying gaze, returning it with a faux apologetic smile. “Y’knoww… Yeonjun told me. About you.”

If anything, that only serves to confuse Taehyun even more— and worry him, if the way he stares off into space, visibly deep in thought, serves as any indicator. 

“What did he tell you,” Taehyun mutters, the question more directed to himself as he racks his mind for possible answers— but you beat him to it, continuing your efforts to keep a poker face as you shrug innocently. 

“Just… about you. Relationships, experience…” and you’re turning your back to him, muttering the last part and taking in the way Taehyun leans forward even more to catch what slips out your mouth, “or, lack thereof.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“We were talking about our own stuff and you kinda just came up in the conversation randomly!” you say defensively, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of! It’s okay to shy away from… this lifestyle, or whatever you like to call it— there’s nothing wrong with being your little introverted self, tyunnie.” 

You’re provoking him— you’re setting up quite the bait, and it’s working, because Taehyun can only find himself able to gawk at you in disbelief, mouth parted slightly in wonder of it all— your cute nickname flies over his head in favor of processing the fact that you basically just called him a homebody. A virgin. 

Just when Taehyun thinks he’s found the words to respond to such an outlandish accusation, your phone dings with a notification— you’re all but bouncing over to it excitedly, hovering over the device and letting out a soft ah! In excitement— sending Taehyun a pleading smile, he’s already able to guess what you’ll ask of him. 

“Junie’s here! Can you please please please go answer the door for me? I need to change.” you watch Taehyun hesitate for a moment; he then nods reluctantly, getting up slowly before he trudges out of your room, your words still bouncing around the walls of his mind as you shut the door and yell out a cute thank you! As you do. 

Taehyun opens the front door to find an equally flashy Yeonjun on the other side— the sight of his over the top outfit is enough to catch Taehyun off guard and have all his thoughts tumbling out of his mouth without restraint. 

“Did you tell her I was a virgin?”

Yeonjun’s brows jump up in disbelief— he’s halting mid step through the doorway, sending Taehyun a confused look before he steps inside and closes the door behind him— looking at his friend for further explanation, Yeonjun is only met with Taehyun crossing his arms with an expectant look. 

“Dude. What the hell are you on about.”

“Why is ___ acting like I’m a total prude— saying you told her I was inexperienced,” Taehyun isn’t exactly sure why tonight’s comment was what set him off— you’ve been like this for as long as he could remember, always portraying Taehyun as someone pure, innocent, and stuck-up— he always thought you were joking, but as it turns out, that might not be the case. 

“Oh— she’s probably not being serious, don’t worry,” Yeonjun shrugs, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, craning his neck to try and get a glance down the hallway, seeing if you’re finally ready— you’re nowhere to be seen, and Yeonjun sighs impatiently.

“Okay, but what did you say to her?” Taehyun presses on, eyes narrowing at the sight of Yeonjun pressing his lips together hesitantly, “Yeonjun.”

“I just said that it’s… rare to ever see you get interested in anyone,” Yeonjun pouts, but Taehyun can tell that’s not the full truth— Yeonjun caves in after a moment, gulping softly and lowering his voice to nothing but a murmur, “and that she should stop flirting with you, cause you wouldn’t even know how to handle all that.”

“You what?!”

“Yeonjunnie, what do you think?” your voice is sweet and lilted as you finally come out of your room, interrupting Taehyun’s heated outburst with your jingling jewelry— the two men are turning over to you, Taehyun too busy taking in your appearance to notice Yeonjun sighing in relief at your well-timed interruption. 

“So?” you ask, doing a cute spin that has Taehyun’s eyes widening and his hands clenching— yeah, that skirt was practically a belt, your pretty skin lotioned up and shining under the lights, the spin only allowing him to get a perfect whiff of your addicting scent, “Y’think I can get Jake’s attention with this?”

The name has Taehyun frowning before he can even process it— behind him, Yeonjun whistles at your dolled-up self, doing a once over as he proceeds to hype you up. 

“Are you kidding? I’m gonna have to fend you off from everyone in that place,” he says, reaching out for your hand and grinning at the way you giggle and take it, your fingers interlacing naturally, “he’s gonna be all over you.” 

“Jake? You can’t actually be attracted to that douchebag,” Taehyun frowns, watching the way your expression immediately drops at his comment.

“I am, actually. It’s nothing serious, just a hook up at most,” you roll your eyes, voice turning undeniably bitter as you bend down to slip on your shoes, the sight of your panties peeking out from the skirt, tucked neatly between your thighs not lost on Taehyun, “Plus, I heard he really knows how to treat a woman.”

Taehyun’s gaze snaps up to meet Yeonjun’s; his glare is lethal enough to kill, and the recipient can only shrug sheepishly in return. 

“Sleep well Taehyun,” you remark, clearly poking fun at the fact that Taehyun usually sleeps much earlier than you, never failing to call him a grandpa for it, (which is ridiculous, considering that you barely sleep.) “You don’t have to worry about me— probably won’t be home tonight.”

You’re closing the door and dragging Yeonjun with you before Taehyun can respond, probably off to pregame outside while you wait for your uber; he’s left staring at the spot you just stood at, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in anger— a minute goes by, and something decidedly shifts within Taehyun. 

He’s gotta do something about this image you have of him. He should probably fix that attitude of yours too, while he’s at it. 

   ☆☆☆

“Where the hell is he?” it’s something you seem to have asked for the umpteenth time tonight, leaning against the wall and pouting at your friend while you stand in line for the bathroom— you’ve been at the party for a solid hour now, and you still have yet to see Jake around. And to think, he was the one who invited you to his place in the first place. How rude. 

“I told you not to give him a chance!” Yeonjun yells, leaning in closer so you can actually hear him through the booming music and the crowds of people singing along to whatever’s blasting from the living room, “this party fucking sucks, too.”

You can only exaggerate your pout further with a petulant humph. Your body slouches and you can already feel your heart getting heavy with disappointment, unable to refute the way your best friend proceeds to mutter something about Jake probably being too busy sucking off another girl’s face in a random room of the house. 

“You never gave in to his advances— you said he was a man-whore,” Yeonjun continues to recall, wincing at the sight of two random girls rushing past him and to the front of the line, carrying their clearly shit-faced friend and screaming about how she’s going to throw up all over— the two of you cringe, exchanging a glance and mutually agreeing that you two can hold it a little more; you slowly trudge your way back to where everyone else is. “What changed? Why’d you give in?” 

You scoff, lips upturned with distaste as you send your friend a glare— the wound still as fresh as ever, voice dripping with venom as you lean close to Yeonjun’s ear so he can actually hear you. 

“Junnie, you know why!” you whine, smacking his shoulder and ignoring the way he childishly yelps, “I’ve officially decided to move on— I can’t stand flirting with a brick wall anymore, I need to… need to…” 

You’re trailing off, gaze wandering off to a foreign point, Yeonjun’s brows furrowing before he begins to follow your line of sight— and just like you, Yeonjun remains speechless, the unexpected sight leaving your jaws gaping. 

“This can’t be real.” 

But it is. The way Taehyun is currently leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand and coy smile on his face as he talks to some random girl, is very real. You can recognize that man anywhere— even in this crowded room of dancing and jumping bodies, your eyes still remain glued to him. 

But, the more you look at him, the more you realize something— he looks… different. It’s subtle, but it’s still there; the mischievous glint in his eyes, his relaxed posture and the hair that falls into his eyes, he has a confident, sly air to him you’ve never seen before— the girl leans up on her tippy-toes to whisper something in his ear, a hand on his shoulder to get stabilized, and the two laugh; your mind is too preoccupied with the way her hand lingers, the way Taehyun tilts his head in amusement, to realize the frown that has pulled your face together. 

Taehyun brings the can of beer in his hand to his lips— he turns his head, and his eyes find yours effortlessly. 

“He actually came,” Yeonjun awes beside you, and that’s enough to have your head whipping toward him, trying to ignore the way your face burns at the sudden eye contact, still able to feel his eyes linger on you for a moment after. 

“What are you talking about? Did you give him the address?” you say, your voice whiny as you speak, surprised to find that you’re not exactly sure how to feel at his sudden appearance— torn between the sudden interest he piqued within you and the disappointment that festeres in your stomach, knowing that now that Taehyun is here, you won’t think twice to give anyone else any attention. 

“Hmm? No, he was invited,” Yeonjun says, glancing back to where Taehyun is, looking back to find your confused expression, “him and Jake go way back.”

You’re kidding. 

“Nope. Those two were fucking menaces,” Yeonjun laughs— it seems as though the words must’ve slipped out of your mouth, the shock painted on your face more amusing to your friend than anything, “they used to host the craziest parties— now that I think about it though, that was probably all Taehyun’s work.”

“Wait… don’t tell me that…” you glance over to where Taehyun remains, then glance back at Yeonjun, reading his expression carefully and gasping, “was Jake Taehyun’s old roommate?”

Yeonjun nods, as though the news wasn’t earth-shattering to you. 

“After a while, I guess Taehyun just didn’t feel like keeping up with the fast life… I don’t blame him though.” Yeonjun shrugs, his eyes beginning to drift behind you, drawing you to turn around at the sound of the crowd on the dance floor cheering and yelling obnoxiously— and sure enough, Jake can be seen in the middle of a circle, flashlights of phone cameras recording lighting him up clear as day— you wince at the sight of a random girl dancing up on him, the sight leaving you to shudder and wonder why you were even gonna give him the time of day.

Ah, right.

“I can’t believe I was about to rebound on him with an old friend,” you breathe out, bristling at the sound of Yeonjun’s laughter, whipping your head around to send him a harsh glare, “and you were going to let me!” 

Yeonjun raises his hands up defensively. 

“Hey, I was just being a good friend,” he says, but with the way he smiles mischievously, you don’t buy it a bit. “I support women’s wrongs, or whatever.” 

“You prick,” you mutter miserably, gaze inevitably wandering back to where Taehyun remains; frowning at them now being visibly closer, Taehyun’s hand resting leisurely on the girl’s waist as they talk. 

And again, his eyes flicker back to meet yours.

“You know, he’s only here for you,” Yeonjun murmurs in your ear, watching your interactions like a spectacle, “he doesn’t care about that girl— probably just trying to get you jealous.”

“Stop lying,” you say, but your voice is weak and your brain is susceptible to his words; you tell him to shut up, but the way you perk up with interest is saying otherwise. 

“If I’m lying, then why is he giving you fuck me eyes?” 

As if on queue, Taehyun glances back again— his gaze is dark and inviting, scanning you slowly before he turns back to the unknown girl— and his eyes soften; they’re less intense, aloof, clearly uninterested. The final piece of your resolve crumbles to pieces.

“I think I’m about to do something stupid,” you say sheepishly, eyes still glued on the man across the room; beside you, Yeonjun chuckles.

“Do it,” he says, giving your back an encouraging push, sending you stumbling forward, “I support it.”

You don’t bother looking back at your friend for one last word of reassurance— your feet have begun to take you before you could even stop and think. 

You’re pushing through bodies; it’s crowded and hot and sweaty, cringing and jumping at the feeling of hands brushing against your bare skin— whether it be intentional or not, you try not to dwell on it, honed in on your goal instead.

It takes a moment for you to finally find yourself on the other side of the crowd— but you’ve lost Taehyun, eyes darting back to where he was just a second ago, frowning and scanning the area for the familiar man— he’s nowhere to be found. 

You’ve begun to wander around— exploring the layout carefully, eventually abandoning the living room and making your way into the kitchen instead— and like before, you’re unable to find Taehyun, growing increasingly frustrated the longer it takes to find him; it isn’t until you’re making your way to the back porch that you finally spot a familiar, broad frame leaning against the railing. 

“Taehyun,” you call out, the said man not flinching at the sound of his name; his back remains turned to you, but he listens to the sound of your nearing footsteps and your jingling jewelry, the scent of your perfume following soon after; you’re standing behind him, hands undoubtedly on your hips and a pout on your face as you speak. “What are you doing here?” 

He huffs out a soft chuckle— his relaxed, slouched posture only serves to annoy you, going to stand next to him so you can get a good look at his face— you try to hide the shock that’s blooming on your face, but then again, you’ve never been good at hiding your emotions. 

Taehyun cracks a small, lopsided smile; your eyes are wide and you seem like a deer caught in headlights, watching with fascination as Taehyun continues his attempts to light up the joint caught in his lips— your mouth is falling open to say something, but you’re closing it immediately after; this proceeds to repeat for a few seconds more, only able to find your words once you’ve watched Taehyun take a relaxed, languid hit. 

“You… you smoke?” you ask softly, unsure of what else to say as you stand staring at Taehyun dumbly— he raises a brow in amusement, pulling the joint away from his lips and turning to blow the smoke out into the night— it’s a slow, deep sigh, and you’re left in awe as you watch the smoke fall from his parted lips and disappear into the air; his eyes fall back on you, and you gulp. 

“Yeah?” he says casually, turning so that he’s leaning his side against the railing, tilting his head and drinking up your every reaction eagerly. “What about it?” 

Now that you’re before him, you’re finally able to get a proper look at Taehyun— a good look, unable to stop your eyes from wandering; he’s wearing that usual baggy tee and cargo pants combo that he’s so fond of, but even so, everything just feels so different; his undercut is styled cleanly, his nimble fingers glint with the aid of silver rings, a chain hanging from his neck to match— his tan skin glows under the single light placed on the porch and fuck, has he always smelled this good?

“Nothing, it’s just—” you stop yourself, biting your lip and thinking carefully over what to say; Taehyun quirks up a brow curiously, bringing his hand back up to his lips, taking another slow drag from the joint, watching the end light up before he pulls away— and you huff, hands gesturing hopelessly as you find yourself unable to properly articulate your thoughts, not when he’s staring at you so intensely, “Where did all… this, come from?”

Taehyun doesn’t answer; he simply stares at you with amused eyes. So, you continue.

“You’re always judging me for going to parties, now you’re here? And—” you stammer, pointing at the joint between his fingers in confusion, “I’ve always asked if you wanted to smoke together, and you always said no.” 

Gently, your voice trails off— and suddenly, any confidence you had when you initially approached Taehyun is wilting, your gaze averting as you begin to recount his behavior, his words, everything.

“Do you hate me or something?” 

Your words are accusatory and petulant; the question is meant to be lighthearted, but Taehyun can tell there is some genuineness to it. 

It’s silent; you’re tense. Your gaze remains glued to some distant irrelevant point, finding yourself too nervous to look up at Taehyun’s reaction to your sudden outburst— but nothing happens. Seconds feel like hours, and after what feels like eternity, a hand is gently reaching to tilt your chin up; your gaze meets Taehyun’s, and he smiles— his other hand slowly comes up your face, the joint centimeters away from your lips. 

“Wanna hit?”

His evasion to your question is not lost on you. Bitterly, you chuckle, reaching up to take the joint from him— but he’s pulling it away from you before you can grab it, tutting softly and placing it back at your lips; you reach for it again, but this time, Taehyun grabs your wrist to stop you. He taps the joint against your lips and raises his brows expectantly— what he’s asking of you finally clicks in your mind; your lips part, and he holds the joint for you as you inhale. 

Taehyun watches you with dark, intent eyes— as though analyzing every move you make, from the way you lean your head forward to the way your eyes flicker up nervously to look up at him— your face is oddly innocent and shy, feeling a lot smaller under the man’s gaze as you finally pull away; you’re exhaling slowly, your mouth slightly bitter from the taste as your swallow nervously. 

“So? Are you just gonna ignore all my questions?” you ask softly, suddenly feeling a lot weaker as you lean on the railing, crossing your arms and watching Taehyun bring the joint back to his lips— the edges of his mouth quirk up at the sticky feeling of your lip gloss that lingers on it. 

“Well… first of all… I’ve been like this, you just met me during the time I decided to back off and change my ways,” Taehyun jokes, the joint still caught between his lips as he speaks, hanging precariously, “and second of all, I definitely don’t hate you.” 

“You don’t?” you ask hopefully, doe eyes lighting up and your hand subconsciously reaching out to ask for the joint; he chuckles and hands it to you, shaking his head and watching you take a long hit with a raised brow.

“No. You’re just annoying,” he mutters, watching the way you bristle with annoyance, “what? It’s true. You drive me crazy, always forcing me to take care of your reckless ass.”

“Seriously? I literally don’t do anything to you— you’re the one who always decides to get involved,” you sneer, your snarky attitude finally back as you glare at an unfazed Taehyun; your eyes run over his appearance once more, unable to control your childish mouth as you continue, “even now— you come here out of nowhere and suddenly you’re all badass.”

“Are you trying to prove me wrong? You gonna go find some girl to bring back to the apartment?” you pout at him, taking one last hit from the joint and smiling wickedly, “I wouldn’t mind if you did, there won’t be anyone else home anyway— I have the same plans as you tonight, remember?” 

Your back is suddenly pressed against the railing; Taehyun is close, he’s pressing against you, caging you in and looking down at you with a gaze that makes you feel small— your skin warms and your eyes widen, unsure of what else to do but stand there and take the way he smiles meanly at you.

“Yeah? Where is Jake, anyway?” he asks, taking the joint from your hands and placing it between his own lips, hand steadying himself against the railing as the other suddenly lands on your bare thigh, just below your ass; you jolt at the feeling, his eyes flickering down at your outfit, at the tiny pieces that barely leave any room to the imagination; his skin is warm but his rings are cool against you, fingertips barely digging into the flesh, “or wait— is it not your turn yet?” 

Your body flushes with an unexpected heat; his voice is downright degrading, his eyes filled with pity, telling you things that his mouth doesn’t have to— look at you, all dressed up for a man who hasn’t even looked your way tonight. 

He looks at you as though you were nothing short of pathetic; it makes your knees feel weak and your stomach flip with an unexpected need. 

“Jake isn’t worth my time,” you confess, watching as Taehyun raises his brows as though to say oh really? “I can easily find someone better than him.”

“You could,” he muses, voice mocking and coy, taking another small hit before he speaks, “but who?”

“I— I’m sure there are plenty of other guys here right now,” you breath out, heart thundering in your chest; Taehyun’s face is close, so close, your bodies slowly beginning to get firmly pressed together— your brain is starting to feel foggy, your limbs suddenly much heavier and tingly; your eyes feel heavy and you’re beginning to list off names absentmindedly, all of men who you spotted in the party, all with a reputation as equally notorious as Jake’s. 

“Heesung’s in there… and Sunghoon… and…” Taehyun is giving a big nod to every name you list; he’s patronizing you, staring at you with deceivingly big puppy eyes as he hums a soft mmhmm, and who else? His eyes never leaving yours as you both try to pretend that you don’t notice his lips inching closer to yours, the way every exhale of smoke from him goes directly into your parted lips, your voice breathy and weak as you hold back a whimper that threatens to slip through, “And… fuck, and Beomgyu’s in there too… he wanted to come to the party together, y’know. Said we should go to his place after.”

“Hmm, you’ve got quite a few options lined up,” Taehyun hums, his voice sweet and light to your ears, a shuddered sigh leaving you as his hand squeezes your skin teasingly, caressing it softly and wandering up and down, up and down; he tilts his head, low lidded eyes glued to your lips as he murmurs the last part so softly you almost missed it, “but would any of them be able to fuck you right?”

Your mind reels; your chest is heaving with shallow breaths, the two of you stuck in a state of limbo as you feel yourself get lost in the feeling of him, unaware of the way your eyes have begun to gloss over, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on his bicep— your fingers wrap around the thick muscle, and his hand slides up your leg, bold and strong as he squeezes your ass— a soft whine slips out. 

“Well?” he asks again, unable to hold back a lethargic, fond smile at the way your other hand reaches up for the joint that’s still between his lips, putting it between your own, pretty glossed lips begging to be devoured— after a second, you shake your head softly, turning your head to the side and sighing slowly; with your eyes averted, you finally decide to bite the bullet. 

“No,” you say softly, “don’t want any of them anyway.”

“Then who do you want?” he asks oh so softly, leaning in to place a soft kiss at your jaw; goosebumps erupt all over your skin, and you shudder at the way he hums softly in question, persisting after seeing you get hesitant to respond— after what feels like forever, you turn to look at him; his low lidded eyes, his plump lips— and your nails dig into his bicep subconsciously. 

“You.”

There’s no chance for you to take back your words; Taehyun’s lips are rough and desperate against yours, all teeth and tongue as he groans at the feeling of your sticky gloss transferring onto him, your soft whines only aiding him to press himself more against you, to really cage you in and keep you right where he wants you. He’s biting your lip teasingly, sneaking his tongue in and toying with you, feeling him smile lazily against your mouth, wandering hand continuing to caress your skin, fingertips venturing under the hem of your tight denim skirt. 

After a while, it becomes too much— your body feels hot, your hand is gripping onto him tightly, as though he could escape if you let him go— your lungs burn and you’re barely able to keep up with him anymore, but Taehyun doesn’t seem to mind; you’re whining and crying softly at the way he continues to squeeze your ass teasingly, jolting at the way he suddenly slaps it— your fingers jump up to tangle themselves into his roots, tugging roughly at them in hopes of getting him to part from you; he seems to understand what you want, but he continues to ravish you for a few seconds more before he finally pulls away. 

In Taehyun’s eyes, this is the best you’ve looked all night; out of breath and flushed, pressed between the railing and his body, his cock already half-hard as he wills himself to not rut against your soft exposed skin like an animal— his hand leaves the railing to grab onto your waist, the other reaching for the joint that is still in your weak hold— he inspects the half-smoked, almost extinguished item before he looks back at you; a small, mischievous grin spreads on his lips, and he slips a thigh between your legs. 

“Taehyun…!” you gasp, bouncing up as Taehyun presses the firm muscle against your poor dripping pussy; your panties stick to your cunt and quickly create a wet patch on Taehyun’s jeans, and he can already feel the warmth of you through the denim— your thighs close around his own shakily, your free hand grabbing onto his shoulder for support; the glassy, wide eyed look you give him  is almost enough to make Taehyun lose it and fuck you then and there. 

“Hmm? What’s up,” Taehyun asks apathetically, fishing in his pocket for his lighter, letting go of your waist to relight the joint with a dark, concentrated gaze; his thigh continues to move against you, flexing and bouncing against your cunt, and all you can do is cry softly and plead for him to stop teasing— his lips quirk up into a mean smile, and his eyes flicker back up to your hazy, fucked out face, tucking the lighter back in his pocket and tilting his head curiously at you. 

“What do you want, baby?” he asks softly, bringing the joint to his lips and taking a long, slow hit, his eyes never leaving yours as he does. 

“Please… please stop teasing,” you whine, and judging by the way Taehyun raises a brow at that, it’s not enough; his thigh has stopped moving, so you resort to grinding pitifully against it, eyes shining with a desperation that intrigues him, “not enough… need more.”

He huffs; his hand comes up to grab your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to open— you follow his command without a second thought, the last thing you see as your eyes flutter shut being Taehyun leaning in, his own mouth an inch away from yours as he exhales the smoke directly into your mouth. 

“Oh yeah? Want it?” he murmurs, feeling you nod in his hold, “tell me then. Tell me how you want it.”

“I— I…” words seem to have escaped you; it’s hard to find the confidence to tell him what you want, the world around you a blurry and lethargic mess, your senses heightened to only feel Taehyun, his skin on yours, his rings that dig into your cheek, his warm thigh that you grind against— peeking through your low lidded eyes, you watch him shake his head disappointedly, taking another hit and proceeding to blow out the smoke into your awaiting mouth once more. 

“C’mon baby, use your words. I know you can,” he insists patiently, clicking his tongue and scolding you as you proceed to blank out once more; his fingertips dig into your cheeks roughly, blunt nails threatening to leave indents as he forces you to look at him. 

“Want it rough? Want it hard?” he spits out, listening to your whiny mmhmm, mmhmm! with narrowed eyes, and he laughs— it’s mean and condescending, just like his next words, “fucking slut, ‘course you do.”

He’s capturing your lips in another harsh kiss before you can protest; the joint in his hand is snuffed out on the fence and tucked away, his hands falling onto your hips as he begins to press you firmly against him, guiding your pace entirely and forcing you to ride his thigh; you whine and you moan against his lips, fingers tugging at his hair as you grind your soaked cunt against his jeans— when Taehyun pulls away, your lips chase his without a second thought, hands tightening your hold against him in fear that he’ll leave.

“You want it?” he asks once more, bouncing his thigh against your messy cunt, grinning at the way you yelp, “Tell me baby, go on, say it; tell me you want it.” 

He won’t let you go quite easily this time. Sharp, intense eyes prying the words out of you, brows furrowing together at the weak, quiet attempts that come from you, fingers leaving a bruising grip on you as he silently commands for more.

“Taehyun, c’mon…” you pout, an embarrassed heat rising up your face, not used to seeing this side of him— you didn’t even know it existed, to be fair, “I want it, please, stop being a tease.”

Taehyun has you regretting your words in the blink of an eye; hand pressing the small of your back, forcing you to arch and proceeding to land a harsh smack on your ass that has you gasping, the skin stinging from the feeling of the rough metal of his rings landing on it— but his hand doesn’t fail to caress the place soothingly, a total contrast to the ruthless glare he gives you.

“A tease?” he sneers, landing another, gentler smack, as though the words are enough to get him angry all over again.

“You mean like when you were showing off this cute little skirt to me? Hmmm? Bending down and showing me your panties? Or when you were talking about getting fucked by my friends?” he can feel you tremble against his hold, your mouth opening to retaliate— but you’re not quick enough, Taehyun’s smart mouth running faster than yours, “Or how ‘bout when you force me to watch you run off to parties and bring a man over to your room, just to have me take care of you in the mornings? Is that what you mean by a tease?” 

You shake your head, scrambling to come up with a response; Taehyun seems to have gotten quite fed up with you, because his hand is coming up to wrap around your neck, adding a subtle pressure that leaves you light headed and mushy.

“What, can’t talk now? What happened to that mouthy girl I had here earlier?” Taehyun says, his voice mean and dripping with venom, “tell me you want it, or I’ll leave you here— you said you had some other toys to fuck with inside, right? I’m sure they could help give you what you want.”

“No, no, please, I want it, need it,” you cry, attempting to chase any pleasure and grind your cunt against him; you’re quickly stopped by his firm, bruising hand, “Taehyun, Taehyun, please, please fuck me, I want you, please?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters lowly, eyes glued to the way your hips buck and cant, trying desperately to break free from his hold that prevents you from moving, “think you deserve it?”

“Yes,” you immediately sigh, body restless and hot and overwhelmingly needy, feeling as though you’ve gotten tunnel vision for the man before you; your hand slips from his shoulder and down his chest, finding the hardened bulge that has been pressing against your body with ease— his jaw clenches, and his face remains stoic— but that doesn’t mean you don’t notice the way his lips part or his hips press against your palm reassuringly, “yes– give it to me, want it, only wanted you from the start.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, heavy eyes locked onto the way you look up at him so prettily, your hand palming and rubbing at his clothed cock only serving to cloud his thoughts further, “C’mon.” 

He’s stealing one last slow, messy kiss from you before he pulls away; fingers intertwined with yours, stepping back and proceeding to tug you along— you stumble at the sudden action, your airy self giggling softly at the way you tumble into Taehyun’s broad back; he sends you a fond smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly before he’s opening the door to the house and leading you back inside. 

It feels as though the whole environment of the party has changed; the neon lights, blasting music and humid air is a little more welcomed than it was before, unable to contain the dopey smile that grows on your face as you allow Taehyun to lead you wherever; you trust him. 

“Wherever” leads you to a bedroom upstairs— Taehyun is slamming the door shut and grabbing your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the wall before you can even react; his face is inches from yours as he mutters a safeword for the two of you, waiting for you to nod and repeat it back before his lips are back on yours— but this time, he seems to want to take his time with you; plump, swollen lips beginning to trail along your jaw, wandering until he’s peppering kisses along your neck, teasing mouth nipping and sucking at your jaw until you’re holding onto his shoulders and begging for more. 

Slowly, he begins to walk the two of you backwards; lips never leaving yours, hands caressing your skin and toying with the hem of your shirt as he sits down on the bed, making you stand between his legs— pulling away, you put your hands on Taehyun’s firm shoulders, sighing shakily at the way he looks at you; as though he were holding back from devouring you entirely, a fondness that makes you weak in the knees undeniably there in his pupils. 

“Fuck, pretty girl, pretty body,” he breathes, leaning forward to pepper kisses wherever he can— pushing your shirt up to expose your chest, burying his head in your tits and placing open mouthed kisses, biting teasingly at the flesh, chuckling at the feeling of you jolting and jutting your chest out, your body much more reactive and sensitive— and he trails down slowly, down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, lingering there for a bit as he kisses and sucks marks into the vast canvas; his hands trail up and down your sides, pulling you in every time you try to squirm away. 

“What, you getting shy on me now?” he tuts, nipping at your side and listening to the squeal that escapes you— his hands tighten and he’s forcing you forward, leaning back until he’s laying down and you’re straddling him precariously; your knees dig into the mattress and you’re trying your best to remain stable, but Taehyun doesn’t seem to be satisfied yet— you frown in confusion at the feeling of him trying to tug your hips up more, resisting the motion with a tilt of your head; Taehyun pouts. 

“Don’t be like that,” he groans, hands shifting from your hips to the back of your thighs, one cupping your ass and the other falling just below— and you yelp, Taehyun’s muscles flexing as he moves you up forcefully, much too strong for you to retaliate; you’re tumbling down, face burning and planting into the mattress as Taehyun shifts below you— your dripping cunt hovering just above his face, skirt riding up and bunching at your hips, any whines of protests falling on deaf ears as he begins to press soft kisses on your inner thighs. 

“T–Taehyun, wait, you don’t—” you stutter through moans, fingers gripping onto the sheets below you as you feel him beginning to trail up, your body revealing just how much you don’t mean your words, “you don’t have to— mmh–!”

His hands are coming up to your middle, pulling and signaling for you to sit up; you do, partly from your own efforts but mostly from his, easily moving you as though you were nothing but a doll— and your cunt is hovering over his face, hungry eyes flickering up to meet yours— he sees the hesitation on your face, the way you’re beginning to ramble once more, and he scoffs; the smack that lands on the back of your thigh is enough to get you to stop mid sentence. 

“Just shut up and let me taste you,” he says sternly; his fingers dig into your hips and he’s tugging you down, sneering at the way you continue to hesitate, only allowing yourself to hover over him— he bites at your inner thigh in retaliation, the sensitive feeling bringing out a cry from you, hips bucking and thighs squeezing around his head for a second, “C’mon baby, sit on my face— I can take it, you know I can.”

The hesitant hum you let out is enough for him; he rolls his eyes, and with a strength you forgot he possessed, he forces you to plant your cunt directly onto him. 

It feels like a switch has flipped within him. Fuck, you think, your lips parted in a silent scream, a hand scrambling to tangle itself in his hair, fuck! 

He hasn’t even bothered to move your panties to the side; he’s eating you out through them, tongue pushing into your hole and lips kissing and sucking at your clit like a man starved, groaning and praising you with a muffled voice; his fingers dig into your ass, making sure to keep you planted firmly on his face as he eats you out.

You think you’re losing your fucking mind. 

Just when you thought it was too much, that your body felt like it was buzzing with electricity, filled with a euphoria and pleasure that had you mewling and crying desperately, Taehyun’s nimble fingers finally push the ruined cloth that covers your pussy to the side— and oh, oh, your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is stuck open, Taehyun’s hot tongue lapping and fucking into your hole and his nose pressing firmly into your clit— he’s panting and sighing against your cunt, slurping up any arousal that leaks from your poor hole— his head shakes from side to side, humming into your pussy, and the last bit of resolve within you shatters. 

“Taehyun— oh my god, Taehyun—!” you cry, hips grinding down into him, thighs closing around his head; you can feel him fucking smiling lazily into your pussy, rough hand slapping your ass and guiding your movements against him, as though to silently reassure you and ask for more. “Please— oh god, oh— fuckfuckfuck, m’close, I’m close, hnng—!” 

Your words are nothing but fuel to the man beneath you— his tongue is flattening against your hole, licking up and flicking at your clit before he begins to suck on it; two fingers prod at your clenching entrance, proceeding to push in without warning, curling expertly and finding your sweet spot with ease; your body shivers and you wail, muscles growing weak as you fall forward once more— burying your head in your arms as you cry about how close you are, the new position only allowing Taehyun to move your hips firmly against him, rocking you back into him; his fingers pull out of your cunt in favor of shoving his tongue back in instead, following every buck and twitch of your hips with ease— his nails dig into your skin as he holds you still, eliciting a dull feeling of pain, and everything falls apart. 

Too much, too much! you think— maybe you say it out loud, your mouth open and gasping as you grip onto the bed sheets, feeling as Taehyun continues his same, intense ministrations; letting you ride out your orgasm but not stopping, even after you’ve begun to sniffle and cry about how sensitive you feel— after a while, Taehyun finally gives in, pulling away from your cunt to lick you clean, pressing firm, sloppy kisses against your hole and puffy clit, smiling at the way you twitch with each one. 

You feel as though your bones have all melted; you can’t move, face burrowed into the mattress and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath— beneath you, Taehyun moves, slipping out from under you and hovering behind, hungry eyes taking in the sight before him eagerly; ass up and back arched, glistening hole on display as you continue to shudder and breathe shakily— you hear the sound of clothes rustling behind you, followed by the feeling of the bed dipping— Taehyun’s hand rubs at your ass fondly, and you jump at the sudden sensation, eyes screwing shut and a quiet whine leaving you.  

“You’re so fucking hot,” Taehyun sighs, biting at his lip and stroking your skin, up your back and to your shoulders, leaning over and kissing gently at the nape of your neck as he whispers, “think you can take more?” 

“Yes– yeah, please,” you beg quietly, unable to feel an ounce of shame from how immediate your response is; you can feel his cock rubbing against your ass, the stickiness of his tip that ruts against you subtly— you look over your shoulder with a hazy eyes and a soft, blissful smile, meeting Taehyun’s equally fucked out gaze as you push your hips back, “wanna feel you inside— I’m on the pill.” 

The sharp breath of air Taehyun sucks in isn’t lost on you— his cock jumps from the way you grind against him, no longer able to keep up that cold and uninterested facade he’s kept up since the moment you two met up for the first time— he wants you, bad. And to his delight, you seem to feel the same. 

“Jesus, you drive me so fucking crazy,” Taehyun breathes, the soft giggle you let out not helping him remain calm; he sits back, a hand grabbing at your waist and the other wrapping around his length— he’s squeezing the base, pumping at it slowly, the gruff sighs and moans you hear behind you enough to have you clenching around nothing— just when you think you’ll have to beg again, you feel his thick tip begin to prod at your entrance. 

You think you could cum from the feeling of him stretching you out alone— a broken moan leaves you at the feeling of him entering inside you, so thick and big that you think he might just break you; your head drops back into the mattress and your hips are pulled back against Taehyun’s, soft cries leaving you at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you. 

“P-perfect, so… damn perfect,” Taehyun rasps out, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you clenching around him— you’re so tight and sensitive, walls fluttering around him and sucking him in, tempting him to lose control and pound you straight into the mattress; he has to take a deep breath and concentrate on not cumming then and there, because the way you’re beginning to whine for more like a cockhungry bitch is really getting to him, “shit– stop— ugh– stop squeezing me like that princess, won’t fucking last long if you do.”

You can only whine in protest at that; it’s so hard to remain still, your hazy mind already fucked out beyond belief from your first orgasm— but even so, you still want more, you crave it, you need it; you make sure that Taehyun is aware of it, too, whiny and breathy as you cry and cry for him to fuck you. 

“Tyun, come on,” you pout, impatiently moving your hips back, in search of any stimulation you can get, “please, wanna get fucked already, want it hard, don’t tell me that was all talk earlier.”

If there’s one thing you’ve figured out about Taehyun, it’s that he hates when you try to act up on him— because as he tightens his fingers into your plush skin and slowly begins to pull his hips out, you realize quickly that he’s most definitely not all talk. 

“Ah—!” 

Your body is being driven forward with each thrust— Taehyun is fucking you hard, muttering angry words that you can’t even pick up over the sound of your own moans; his cock is thick and his hips are angled so his head bumps against your sensitive spot with each thrust, harsh pace not allowing you any reprieve as you simply fall limp, unable to move your hips back in tandem with his pace; if anything, Taehyun is doing it for you, rough hands bringing you back against him like it’s nothing. 

“Fucking slut— got such a dirty mouth, should make sure you to fuck you good so you can’t talk back to me,” he growls, feeling you clench like a vice around him, even more when he stops thrusting in favor of pulling you back like a doll for him to use, “Oh, you’d like that huh? Like it when I use you like a toy? Stupid pussy’s nothing more than a fucking cumdump for me— yeah, c’mon, move your hips, thaat’s it, just like that.” 

His mouth continues to spew filth, a stark contrast to how Taehyun usually is— he’s always been quieter during sex, but the sight of you trembling and struggling to take his cock is enough for his mouth to run faster than his mind— that, and the aid of his high that seems to have gotten rid of any self-control he usually exhibits. 

Your movements have become sluggish and weak— you’re getting tired, he can tell, so with one last slap to your ass that has you yelping, he finally decides to take control again. 

“God, can’t even fuck me for more than a few minutes? Where’d that cocky girl from before go, hmm?” He asks, voice patronizing as he begins his harsh thrusts— only pulling out halfway before he’s sinking in all the way, hips slapping against your ass creating a lewd sound; your cunt only tightens and gushes around him, hiccupped moans leaving you as he picks up his pace, watching as your arms give out beneath you and your face gets planted into the mattress; he huffs out a laugh, and reaches out to grab a fistful of your hair— yanking your head back, you yelp, left to his mercy as he begins to pound into your ruthlessly. 

“Taehyun, wait– slow down…!” you cry, scratching at the bed sheets and feeling tears prick at your eyes— and he does, for a second, waiting for you to say something else, for the safeword you both agreed on— but you don’t, and the laugh he lets out after catching on is enough to have your face burning with humiliation— and his pace picks back up— no, he’s meaner than before, degrading you below his breath and pulling at your hair, pulling you back against him, a hand sneaking down to place sloppy circles at your clit— you’re keening and clenching like a vice around him, a sharp hiss leaving him at the feeling. 

“Mmmh, too… too much,” you manage to say softly, immediately given another harsh tug at your hair in response, your eyes watering at the feeling. 

“Too much?” Taehyun repeats, and you can practically hear the pout on his lips from the patronizing tone, “thought you wanted it hard? Don’t tell me it was all talk.”

He’s spitting your exact words back at you, watching with amusement as you try weakly to prove him wrong. 

“That’s right. You’ll take it like a good girl should,” he grunts, slowing his pace down and punctuating his words with rough, deep thrusts, “Fucking. Take it. All.” 

You’re close, he can feel it, he can hear it— and the thought of watching your pretty face screw up into pleasure and bliss is enough to send Taehyun’s mind reeling, not hesitating to pull out and let go of your body— his lips quirk up with satisfaction at the way you’re immediately falling limp, fucked out face peeking behind in confusion, about to complain about why he stopped when he begins to move you. 

It feels dizzying, the way he’s able to manipulate you and force you into any position he likes; you’re sure Taehyun can read it all over your face, because he smiles meanly at you, patting your cheek fondly before he begins to busy himself with your clothes. 

“Don’t think I never noticed you staring, pretty,” he grins, tugging your skirt and panties down swiftly, eying the soiled underwear before he throws it off to the side, landing directly on his discarded pile of clothes— and he sends you another sleazy smile that has you bringing your knees up and closing your legs shyly— it’s all futile though, because he’s immediately kneeling before you and spreading your thighs open with his warm, large hands, holding onto the underside of your knees as he scoots closer to you, “always getting so touchy with me, grabbing onto my arms and thighs— dumb little thing, bet you thought you were getting away with it each time, hmm?”

“Shut up,” you whine, resisting the urge to cover your face and hide away— but you really can’t, especially with the way his thick cock ruts against your pussy, tip sliding up and down your slit as he teases you by putting it in, only to pull back out again, “Taehyun…”

“C’mon, grab onto me,” he muses, slipping the tip in once more before he begins to slide in slowly, watching your mouth fall open and your eyes grow glassy, “wanna watch you cum on my cock.”

This new position practically has you seeing stars— Taehyun hovers over you and watches intently, chain hanging over your face as he presses your thighs against your body, fucking you straight into the mattress; you tremble and you gasp, a fire festering in your stomach as you beg for more— “m-more, please, faster, harder, s-shit—!”

Taehyun listens to your every request intently— his stamina is impressive and ruthless, and his cock is reaching and hitting places you never knew were there— your back arches and your hands scramble to grab onto something to stabilize yourself, inevitably falling onto Taehyun’s body in the end; one on his shoulder, the other on his bicep that flexes from the effort of keeping your squirming body still. 

“So… fucking… pretty,” Taehyun groans, watching your chest heave and your eyes blink away tears, leaning down to suck and bite at your breast, frowning at the bra that still covers them— throwing a leg over his shoulder, Taehyun pulls your bra up roughly, hips continuing to pound against yours as he latches his mouth onto your pretty nipples— you gasp, nails digging into his skin as you begin to cry to him, good, s-so good, fuck! 

“Shit, I’m close,” he says after a moment, pulling off your breasts with a lewd pop! That has your eyes rolling back; he moves up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, murmuring your name sweetly and waiting for you to respond. “I’m close baby, so– so fucking close– where— hah, where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you immediately mewl, hearing him groan unabashedly in response, “Please, pleasepleaseplease, inside, inside—! Fill me, want your cum, wanna be full—!”

“Okay baby, okay,” he says sweetly, kissing at your neck and wandering up to your ear, “gonna fill you up good, just like you want.”

“Oh, are you close too?” he asks, and you nod furiously, watching as he goes back to hover over you, watching every change in your expression intently, “I can feel it, pretty cunt’s squeezing me so good– c’mon, cum for me baby, wanna see it, wanna watch your pretty face, will you let me? Yeah, only for me to see— gonna cum, fuck, make you mine, you’re mine only, okay?”

His words are enough to send you over the edge; you let out a long whine and scratch at his skin, crying out his name desperately as your nails rake down his back, down his arm; he hisses at the feeling, the pain enough to set him off and join you right after; his hips stutter and his face screws up from the pleasure, brows knitting together and teeth gritting together as he lets out soft moans— but his eyes never leave yours, deft fingers circling your clit as he lets you ride out your orgasm— your legs tremble under his hold, eyes rolling back and face smoothing out from the pure euphoria you feel.

“Yours… just yours,” you sigh out, feeling his hips finally still, thick cum beginning to leak out from you, falling onto the sheets and ruining them completely; you pant and try to regain composure, but it’s really, really hard— you feel like you’re on cloud nine, words tumbling past your lips before you can second guess them, “y’have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

“Really?” he asks; the panic you feel in your chest is short-lived, because as soon as you see the soft look in Taehyun’s eyes, you melt. 

“Yeah…” you say softly, suddenly a lot more shy under his gaze, “this was like. Attempt number one hundred of me trying to get over you. Or make you jealous.”

“Hmm… well, you don’t have to do that anymore. I’m all yours,” he mumbles, swooping in to steal a slow kiss from you; you can’t control the giddy laugh that leaves you at that, lazy hands tangling into his hair to keep him close. 

“Good,” you murmur against his lips, “I was running out of guys to use against you.”

His hand squeezes at your hip in warning— you smile coyly. 

“Joking, of course.” 

Nipping at your lip, Taehyun sends you a half-hearted glare. 

“You better be.” 

You give him a giddy nod; after tonight, it wasn’t like anyone would be able to compare to him, anyway. Shifting underneath him, you wince at the feeling of your sweaty body rubbing against the sheets— Taehyun is able to read your face before you can get anything out.

“Wanna go home?” he asks softly. 

“Please,” you say, giving him a shy smile that has his heart flipping pathetically, “will you carry me?” 

He laughs, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and sneaking his arms under your figure. 

“Always.”