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hot take but i actively miss when tv shows were like 20 episodes a season. slow down. let me get to know the characters. let them do something dumb and not consequential to the plot for one fucking second i'm begging you.
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an: gender neutral reader though there is mentions of kai topping
even though he comes off as eager more often than not, he's a really careful person by nature. he wants to take things further with you, but he absolutely wants to do it the right way
you two obviously talk about it first and make sure you're prepared
shower together, and he makes sure to wash your hair for you, long fingers lathering soap bubbles against your scalp
when you both dry off, he's not meeting your eye. you can tell he's nervous by the little giggle he does each time he finishes a sentence
in bed, he is pointedly not looking at you
he kisses you first, though, and because it's so familiar, his anxiety fades slowly
his fingertips press into your chin, the curve of your jaw, gently keeping you close
his lips are soft and warm and a little chapped. his mouth tastes of the toothpaste the two of you share
neither of you are clothed, and when he reaches out to pull you closer, kisses getting more intense, he is startled by the amount of skin he's met with
he relaxes into you more and more as you brush your fingers through his hair, keeping him close as you kiss him again
his mouth opens up to you, always pliant and willing and warm as you slip tongue inside
he presses back, breathing shaky now, hands sliding to rest at your hips
you take his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling gently, and he exhales against your mouth, trembling
a sharp tug to his locks has him whining, leaning into you
it's easy to get him hard
as one hand toys with his hair, the other slinks down to his thigh, pressing into the smooth creases of his leg
you let your fingertips trace along his happy trail, down to the patch of hair above his cock
carefully, your thumb grazes the base of his length, more of a question than an actual touch. when he whimpers, heady and wanton against your mouth, you continue
you let your thumb play along the underside of his cock, sweeping up past the crown, rubbing across the smooth head
he twitches, cock jumping, and it slowly begins to fill out as you press here and there, kisses never ceasing all the while
when he's half-hard, you take him in your hand. even now, he's bigger than you'd anticipated, weighty in your palm. with a twist of your wrist, you slide your hand up his cock, just once
he moans, soft and sweet as his lips find the shell of your ear. he tucks his head in the curve of your neck, breathing hard against your collarbone
with a bit of lube from the bedside drawer, the slide goes much easier. at full hardness, he's curved and long and thick, leaking against his belly
you stroke him until he's shaking, hands gripping tight around your arms as he tries to ground himself
you know he won't last long if you keep playing around, so you lie down on your back, and he moves to climb on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows
he is so pretty from this angle, hair flopping in front of his eyes, small smile pulled at his pink lips
the head of his cock catches your entrance before sliding away again, and he reaches down with one hand to line himself up properly
with your permission, he pushes in slowly, stopping halfway to give himself time to calm down. his arms are shaking as he holds himself up, head bowed, hair tickling your cheek
when he's fully inside of you, he stills, waiting until you're comfortable
you know he's not going to last long the moment he begins moving
his rhythm starts slow, steady at first, but his eyes immediately fall shut, cheeks ruddy red with pleasure. he's good with his hips, swiveling them consistently, cock twitching each time you clench around him in pleasure
the moment his teeth latch to your neck, just looking for something to hold on to, he whispers, "can i– i want to go faster. please?" and you're incapable of telling him no, don't want to right now, anyway, so you nod
his hips jerk into you, knees pressing into the mattress, and one of his hands grabs hold of your hair, tugging
he whimpers against the skin of your neck; high, breathy little things that have you smoothing your hands down his back, pulling him closer
he loses his rhythm as his orgasm approaches steadily, pace alternating between slow and deep, and quick and sharp
you take hold of his hair, tugging his face out of your neck so that you can kiss him. he's far gone now, eyes slipped closed, moaning against your open mouth as your lips slide together
you yearn to make him feel good, to see him come, to hear him lose himself completely
he whines, "feels so good," against your mouth, and you nod, intentionally clenching around him, shifting your hips to try and match his pace
"wanna come," he says, desperation leaking into his voice. you nod quickly, brushing fingers through his tangled hair, encouraging him, but he won't, can't until he has your permission
"please," he whimpers, tiny and broken, voice cracking. "please, please, you feel so good, i- wanna come, please, please let me come."
you say yes, urge him on, and he sobs out his relief against your mouth as his hips kick forward again and again, harder as his cock slides in, out, in, out
you slide your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste his sounds as his movements get more and more messy
his cock twitches inside of you once, his voice rising in pitch, and you know he's almost there
you squeeze around him, pulling his hair taut
he pushes inside of you so deep you swear you feel him in your belly
his breath catches in his throat, locked tight, and his cock jerks inside of you once, twice, three times, filling you with his come
he exhales on a whine, still going, leaking white, hot come down the curve of your thigh as he pulls out. when you reach down to touch him, to feel his pleasure, his cock twitches again, and a tiny, weak spurt of come stains your thumb
he doesn't recover quickly so much as work through the fuzziness, as he slides down the bed, filling you up with his long fingers
your back arches, digits curling inside of you, pushing his come around, up, painting your walls with it
once his tongue finds your pleasure, your release is almost immediate
he works you through it, fingers moving until you have to push his hand away, too sensitive to take any more
you both lie together for a long while, his arms open wide to you, your head on his firm chest
you're not sure when you fall asleep, but the next time you open your eyes, you've been cleaned and (somewhat) clothed, underwear on
kai is asleep next to you, mouth half-open, moonbeams splattering across his round cheeks
you lean over and kiss him, so full of love you're unsure of what else to do
genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.
word count: 2.7k
warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy, kiss between underage characters.
a/n: hi guys! this story will have two parts, a before and an after. originally, this was going to be something else, but when i started writing it, this whole other thing came out, and i mean who am i to stop it lol but pls give it a chance, i promise the wait for the second part will be well worth it! ty 🤍
You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.
In your little town, with the waterless river, and the train station with no trains—time didn’t exist there. You seemed to always remain that ten year old girl, that had run away from home. The one that got lost in the forest for three days, and came out someone else.
Summer would always be for them. The ones that found you—your boys. Filthy, bruised, scrawny boys with scratched up knees, and wide smiles. The brothers that shared no name. When the police saw you emerging from the woods close to the highway, they immediately took them away, and wrapped you in pastel blankets.
You had screamed then, cried and begged. Your mother was devastated, taking in your shocking state, unable to shake the feeling that her daughter had died. The you that stood there was a different beast.
And it belonged to them. The ones being led into the police vehicle, the ones that had been staring at you the whole time with serious eyes—eyes that spoke of your time in the trees, eyes that had promised to take you away one day.
You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.
Adventures—you knew of one. A girl, lying in mud, scared and teary eyed, saved by two knights that fed her berries, and played castle with her. There had been kisses, soft and stolen, but you’d rather not think of those. You understood none of it—not how you felt, or what you did.
Adventures—you knew of one. A girl, lying in mud, scared and teary eyed, saved by two knights that fed her berries, and played castle with her. There had been kisses, soft and stolen, but you’d rather not think of those. You understood none of it—not how you felt, or what you did.
You had been alone before. Never again after meeting them.
You learn their names through whispers of girls with nothing better to do than giggle about teenage boys. You’ve never giggled in your life. Your father was made of the blackest nightmares, you carried your mothers stinging hand with you everywhere.
Being lost hadn’t been nearly as bad as living in your house. Sometimes you wonder what is the point of any of it—the roof over your head, the dinner time. The pretending, and the beaten into silence.
You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.
Beomgyu, you write on your window sill one night. Yeonjun.
Your echoes.
They had noticed you, of course.
You looked the exact same, but taller. Hair always covering your face, walking along corners, careful not to alert anyone of your existence. Quiet as still water, sky with no wind.
Yeonjun had wanted to go to you, an utmost force pulling him towards you. He had wanted to apologize, to explain their disappearance, words ready to spill out, eyes to meet yours, see the softness, the clearness of them. No judgement, no bashing.
A clean slate—his second chance. He’d never stopped thinking about you once. His mind was already running—Beomgyu halted him, hand on shoulder.
“She’ll come to us.” A look between brothers.
An understanding deeper than shared blood—a pact.
For the next weeks, both boys had become your shadow, though you had no idea. You’d tried to carry on with living life as it was, dark and desolate. As far as you knew, the knights had forgotten you, or did not care anymore, and that realization had hit you like a ton of bricks. Your castle in the forest had crumbled.
You had to find your own escape now. Beomgyu had felt the change in you—he’d followed you to your house every night, had seen the deep sigh, the shut of your eyes, before you turned the key, opened the door.
He had pictured, since that day your mother had hugged you, muddy and fighting against her, that you had loving parents, a big house with a white fence, and a dog that had been in the family since before you were born. Perhaps a sibling. He had held onto that make believe fantasy throughout the years, behind walls, convincing Yeonjun along with himself.
He had wanted to believe that, because he brought you back. He had taken your hand, leading you out, believing that was the right thing, because you had been so kind to them. A girl as kind as you had to come from a good family, a family that loved you very much.
If that had not been true, the guilt would be unbearable. He had only given you up, because your words were a warmth he’d never felt. Because those three days had meant everything to him and his brother; they had been boys that knew nothing but blood, and misery. Boys that had travelled a long road, nothing to their name, exhausted and starved.
In a way, you had guided them out of that forest, too.
Beomgyu spent entire nights in his car, parked across from your place, watching, observing. Your bedroom was the one on the far left, and the light turned off around two am—what he assumed to be the other bedroom, your parents’, went dark earlier, the entire neighborhood under a thick blanket of silence.
That’s how, one night, he came to see your father slapping you across the face. It happened downstairs, by the big window, shadows moving fervently behind the curtains, and then suddenly—the smack. He recognized it clear as day, recalled it in all his memories.
He had left you to the wolves. Yeonjun had been right all along—no girl willingly stays gone, no girl begs stranger boys to play with her, bruises covering her body, dried tears staining her cheeks.
You disappeared from view, and the two figures went after you. Beomgyu was on the edge of his seat, hand on the door handle, ready, phone speed dialing Yeonjun.
“What happened?”
“That son of a bitch—her fucking father. He abuses her.”
Pregnant pause, static. “Fuck—fuck! I’m on my way, go. Fuck, Beom, I fucking told you, goddamnit—I’m on my way.”
Beomgyu went. He knew he could get arrested for trespassing, thrown back into juvie for what he was about to do, but this was you. This was about you; the kind, pretty girl that’s bled through his entire life. The one he played knight for—the one that showed him there’s love somewhere in him, despite the holes, and rot—despite the weeds, and storms.
The one that held you when you cried yourself dry, begging for them to take you with them, wherever they went, whatever they were.
“I’m done, I’m done—” You came rushing out, hands flailing about you, face contorted in hurt, a big red mark on your cheek.
Oh, hell no.
“Hey!” He called out, running towards you.
You turned to his voice, eyes widening, recognizing. Your father appeared after you, arm extended, grabbing you by the hair, forcing you back. You screamed, and almost tripped, trying to get away.
“Let her go!”
Beomgyu was not proud of who he was; he had a very erratic personality, always did did did without thinking, which nine times out of ten cost him big time. He blamed it on his childhood, and possibly his genes— his father had been a raging alcoholic, abusive to his mother, angry at the world, and his mom—his mom was an airhead, a good for nothing whore. Together, they made him—years of abuse, and neglect, until finally he found Yeonjun, and even then that gaping hole he had been born with, never filled, never closed.
Sometimes Beomgyu made bad decisions. This was one of them.
“Who the fuck are you, boy?” Your father dragged you in the house, eyes red, an animal waiting to pounce.
He knew this person well. This was his dad, and Yeonjun’s dad, and every other good for nothing piece of shit, that abused their children. They all had the same face, and they all deserved to die most painful deaths.
“None of your fucking business, old man.” His fist flew, no second thought, landing on your father’s jaw.
The man groaned and almost fell back, but quickly regained his balance, and grabbed Beomgyu by his shirt. The young boy knew what came after that, had lived it a thousand times, so he smiled a bright smile. A manic smile.
“Who the fuck,” punch “do you think,” kick “you are, you little punk?!”
Blood shot in his mouth, back raw against the pebbled driveway; he took all your dad had to give, all his anger, all the filth, so you didn’t have to. So you’d be safe, at least for tonight.
“Dad, no, get off him!” A flicker of your hair from his peripheral vision.
He wanted to call out to you, wanted to tell you it’s okay, he’s here now, he’ll be there from now on, always—but his head got smashed against the concrete, and it was getting hard to focus.
Police sirens went off in the distance, and tires screeched. Yeonjun couldn’t run fast enough. It was all happening in slow motion it seemed—your mom trying to take your dad off Beomgyu but getting pushed away, you, sobbing, grabbing on the old man’s shirt, pulling, ripping—neighbors coming out of their houses, curious, shocked to see the scene playing out—after all you had been such a quiet household—Beomgyu refusing to fight back, in fear of hurting you.
A fuming Yeonjun, tearing your dad off his brother, throwing him across the lawn, panting, seeing red.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch her again, you fucking prick. Be glad your daughter is in front of you. If we ever see you again, you’re fucking dead, you hear me? Mark my words, old man.”
He picked up his brother from the ground, bloody and half unconscious, and supported his weight, walking him to the car, sprawling him across the back seat. The sirens appeared closer then.
They had to leave.
You never moved from your place, too shocked, too drained to react to any of it. It had gone so wrong—the one time you managed to retaliate, to run, and even then, unsuccessful, fucked beyond imagination.
And your knights—back, ready to defend. Real, and coming to the rescue. They didn’t forget about you, they came. Nothing had ever mattered as much as this. This was everything.
“We’ll come for you,” Yeonjun promised you, that night, a hand stretched out to you, pulling you up and on him.
A cool kiss against your forehead, your mother’s mouth hanging open, a sizzling anger taking over her features.
“I swear to you, we’ll take you from here.”
“I knew it was you!” Your mother yelled, as one of the neighbors held her back. “Bring me back my daughter! Take this monster with you! She is not my flesh and blood…”
A panic attack wrapped around the woman, squeezing out tears and hysteria. Yeonjun watched as every word coming out stabbed you in the chest, hit you in the gut.
He knew they’d made the wrong choice taking you back, all those years ago. He felt it, like he felt that gravitational pull the day he saw you again. They were important, because they would be the ones to take you away from all this.
But you were too young, and they were about to get arrested again. Yeonjun eased the death grip he had on your hand—your haunted look was killing him, but he would be no help behind bars.
“I’d rather cut my hand off than leave you behind again.”
He was gone, as the police cars circled around your house.
For the next two years, everyone would talk about the incident. It had spread like wildfire, and soon your parents boarded themselves up in that house, forcing you to do the same thing.
You were only to go to school, and come straight back. And school had been Hell on earth—the teachers looked at you with such pity, the secret finally out—poor (Y/N), who could’ve known—but the reality is, they could’ve. They could’ve stopped it, if they had cared a little more. Your classmates avoided you like the plague, but that had always been fine with you. No questions to deal with, no mocking, no false pretenses.
They’d vanished overnight, it’d seemed. Seasons came and went, birthdays with no candles, one endless stream of black and white; you thought you’d lost your mind. Everything appeared to you dull, lifeless. You cared for nothing—even the fighting stopped. No more bruises to blame everything to, no more of anything. Nothing.
It was as if you had buried yourself alive. Your parents acted as if you weren’t there, and day by day, you started believing it—your body had turned into a ghost body. Words never bubbled inside you anymore, you had no desire to speak to anyone.
You counted down the days until they’d come. Sophomore, junior year. You were doing the haunting, you were playing into the horror of semi existing, because one day none of it would matter. You’d be far away from there, with your knights, and the world would regain its color, the sun would shine again.
You’d be aloud to break the muteness, veil lifted, lungs properly used.
But summer of your last year rolled around, and there had still been no word, no sight of them anywhere. You understood—they were already nineteen, and you were still a minor. You’d seen the fear in Yeonjun’s eyes, when the sirens neared.
Any day now, you wrote on that same window sill.
That day didn’t come until after graduation.
Late in the evening of your eighteenth birthday, a black car was parked in front of your school. It was a vintage model, something from an 80’s murder mystery movie.
Standing in front of it, in your gown, you saw them. Both there, real, smiling at you through the windshield.
They had come. They had come. Finally—finally you’d be free.
Running wasn’t fast enough. You stopped next to the passenger window, Beomgyu watching your every move. His hair was longer, darker. Real.
“How was the party?” Yeonjun asked from the drivers seat, tilting his head to meet your eyes.
Your cheeks were wet, heart elated. You entered the car with no hesitation, jumping in the front, limbs awkward, skinning your knee on the way. Your arms wrapped around Beomgyu, his own squeezing you tight against him.
“Boring,” you replied, voice muffled, pressed against his neck. “What took you so long?”
“We’re here now,” Yeonjun said, starting the car. “You’re with us now.”
They helped you through the back of your house, and you sneaked into your room, packing a small bag with a couple things. You didn’t need much, if anything at all. You just needed to get the hell away from there, that small life, that torture house. Going down the window, you noticed the way Yeonjun stared at you—with those serious eyes, like all those years ago, in the forest.
This would be it. You’d follow them anywhere now. You didn’t look back once.
Your parents never searched for you. It would be useless, anyway—you weren’t theirs anymore, not since the woods.
You belonged to them, now. And they’d take care of you with their lives, knights sworn to no one but you.
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naaahhh bitch stfu because this screams frat party boy yeonjun hitting on you around the corner of the room, trapping you with only one hand against the wall beside your head while getting to know each other after a while of staring from afar, smirks and low giggles can be heard all the way throughout your conversation, now this man is bold because he'd never break eye contacts with you under the dim and neon lights as you both talk and they'd become so intense as time passes by. "so you come here often?"
a/n: anon i lost your post in my inbox ?? idk what's happened but i worked all afternoon on this one and your ask did make me excited so i will post it anyway ! and that's a good one !
most of them are giving, so i only marked when it's receiving ^3^
yeonjun !!
degradation kink
he loves to call you his little cockslut, his personal cumdump and see the way you get embarrassed by him saying how much of a whore you're for be liking it when you clench around him.
praise kink (both giving and receiving)
for giving, walks side by side with his degradation kink, he will say shit like "what a good boy/girl, taking all i'm giving you. my pretty, little slut."
for receiving, he wants you to verbalize how good he makes you feel, he lives for your pleasure, so tell him you love his cock and you have this man on your hand palm.
dumbfication kink
have you babbling incoherent words and pleas, all drunk for his cock and only his, he'll make sure to fuck you until all you can remember is his name.
corruption kink
loves to teach his lil cute, innocent s/o all the dirty things he knows, the nastiest ones. goes crazy when sees you wanting to please him even though you don't know too much yet, looking at him with that big doe eyes which scream for him to pound you into the mattress, and you don't even know the effect it causes on him :(
dacryphilia kink
linked with his corruption kink, see you literally crying of pleasure, overwhelmed with how good he makes you feel, it's such an ego boost for this man, he can go for two ways, either mocking you and being all faux sympathy or kissing your tears away, saying how good youre for him :(
soobin !!
size kink
the way you look so tiny under him, the way his hands look even bigger around your waist, the way you struggle to take his cock in your tiny hole doesn't matter how many times y'all had fucked :( he can't get enough of it. also, he loves to manhandle you. if he's dominating, he will 100% do it, unconsciously. you just feel so good around him he can't help it :( he wants to feel your warmth in any position, and the whines you let out whenever he takes absolute control over your body urge him to do it.
bulge kink
linked with his size kink, would literally go feral and cum on the spot if the outline of his dick could be seen on your tummy, he knows your much smaller than him but at this point ??? this drives him insane.
praise kink (receiving)
say how big his cock is and how good it fucks you when he's in charge and he'll give you the best orgasm you ever had ! but if he subs ? call him your pretty good boy and cute baby will be all whiny and do anything for you.
degradation kink (receiving)
degrade! this! man! tell him how bad is that he has such a pretty, big cock but yet useless, how bad that he can't use it properly and you have no choice but to sit on his face so he can eat you out and please you the way you taught him, poor baby would literally cry saying that's not true :(
bondage kink (receiving)
he loves to feel completely helpless as you use his body for your own pleasure, tie him up and make him your fucktoy, he'll literally be in heaven, he wants to be your good boy and just the idea of being used by you to get off can make him cum :( lives for you riding him, he swears he never saw anything prettier than you on top of him.
beomgyu !!
spit kink (both giving and receiving)
man's just love anything which allows him to get messy nasty, spit on any part of your body principally your mouth and have you spitting on his cock makes this man go feral.
hair pulling (both giving and receiving)
pull his hair when he's giving you head and your legs will be shaking like they never had, he'll eat you out with a thousand times more devotion, like you're his favorite meal.
for giving, your scalp and your waist are his hands' place when he's taking you from behind. this allows him to glue his chest on your back and whisper the filthiest things into your ear, your head on his shoulder as he kisses you hungrily and his hips snap against your ass.
dacryphilia kink
beomgyu loves seeing you cry but unlike yeonjun, it's not because of how good he makes you feel. gyu wants you to cry of frustration bc all you want is cum but he keeps edging you and denying that oh so sweet release >:( he wants to hear your sobs as you try to pull away from him, whining that it's too much when he's overstimulating you, 10/10 he'll mock you asking if it wasn't what you wanted and lock his arms on your hips so you can do nothing but take what he's giving you.
bite kink (both giving and receiving)
tbh i see him with a mark kink in general. scratches, bites, bruises, hickeys, anything which reminds him of what you two did and will be a big deal for you to hide but hey! gyu doesn't want you to hide his work of art >:(
degradation kink
man will call you his cumslut, cocksleeve, useless fucktoy and dumb boy/girl, he will tell you how disgusting you are for letting him use you as he pleases and for liking it. for sure will make you beg to cum just to call you stupid little thing and hear you whimpering.
taehyun !!
breath play
simply loves to choke you !! see your helpless gaze at him as he grips your throat tightly, or hear your gags when you choke on his cock- man goes feral.
thigh ride
loves to see you fall apart on his thigh, the way you get all whiny begging for him to help bc you can't please yourself on your own :( such an invite for him to mock and degrade you.
sensory deprivation
ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds and even a ballgag, anything that allows him to be in full control of your body, the feeling of having your pleasure on his hand palm, he just can't get enough of it. also, the way you trust him to let your safety in his hands, totally restrained for him to do whatever he wants to.
strength kink
the fact that he can easily overpower you makes his brain go dizzy, he can immobilize your body just with his arms and manhandle you like you're a ragdoll and all you will do is whine for him.
spanking kink
he just can't keep his hands off you, whatever position he's taking you, he's slapping your ass, thighs, breasts and even your face, he loves the way you whine whenever he gives you smacks and loves to see his handprint on the skin of your butt when y'all are done.
hueningkai !!
it was so hard to write this one tbh, i have a feeling that hyuka is pretty vanilla in bed :( but if i have to say:
size kink
man's broad he can't help it, he just finds adorable how smaller you look when you're under or on top of him, whatever. he loves how he can easily hold your hips in the air when you're straddling his lap and fuck into you ruthlessly, hearing your little sounds of happiness for being so full of him.
dry humping
hyuka is an absolute sucker for dry humping with you, nearly all your make-out sessions end up with y'all grinding on each other like horny dogs. loves how you take control when youre above him even if your a sub most of the time, and gets all whiny the closer he feels from the edge. also loves the moans you release when youre about to cum and the way your hips stutter against his, you going back to being a whiny baby when you come, whimpering his name.
praise kink (receiving)
please praise this man he needs it :( tell him how good he's doing and how much of a pretty, good boy he is for you. also, pat! his! head! caress his hair in a way of saying 'good job' and his heart will melt.
body worshipping (both giving and receiving)
just loves to hear you worshipping his body, kissing his skin like he was the prettiest thing in the world (and for you he actually is) and sees your eyes full of stars as you look at him, he just wants you to know he feels the same :( wouldn't shut up about how gorgeous every piece of your skin is, how he loves everything in you and how lucky he is for having you :(
voice kink
man i dunno but i feel like hyuka is a little pervy who'd pop out a boner just by hearing you say his name a bit whiner than usual, and poor baby would be so embarrassed for this :( but he can't help but remember you moaning his name all the times he fucked you, and wants to hear it again :( i'm sure his cock would twitch inside you whenever you cry out for him and you can't change my mind.
man there were so many kinks i didn't put on it bc you asked for five only T-T i'll just put it here and don't expand 🤫
daddy kink, brat taming and breed kink for dom!jun
mommy/daddy kink and dumbfication for sub!soobs; creampie kink and nipple play for switch!soobs
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word count: . afab!reader x switch!taehyun, smut, non-idol au, mentions of: mutual masturbation, (consented) somnophilia (ii. + consented) video recording, oral sex, cockwarming.
i. — taehyun is heavy on mutual masturbation, whether it phone sex, facetime sex, the videos and pictures you two send to each other, and the videos the both of you record when you’re fucking each other. he loves getting himself off with you, it always leads to you using each other hands and probably even more. meet ups, quickies, or long morning/nights. he mainly likes when the two of you are watching tv and one of you touches the other thigh. the more you two feel up on each other the needier you get.
ii. — taehyun is into somnophilia, with your consent, he’d ask you the night before. you both also have these necklaces in two colors. green and red. green means yes you’re comfortable with it for that night and red meaning you aren’t. he has a big thing on oral and giving it. he constantly wants to make you feel good. and waking you up when you want it is one of his best ways. he likes to flatten his tongue out on you or even give you lazy, sweet kisses while his fingers work in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.
iii. — taehyun likes foreplay he finds it fun. he likes to start with cock-warming. he’s not the biggest fan of it but he teases you all the time so you like to do it back sometimes. he likes giving you kisses and marking you. you guys communicate a lot during this moment when you’re not making out. foreplay is something taehyun cherishes, he can ask you how you’d like something if you wanted that and you could explain back exactly what you want and how you want it. you two could be very giggly, throwing pillows at each other while undressing yourself.
iv. — goofy sex, rough sex, and passionate sex are taehyun top three. taehyun is always serious until he’s around you. sometimes he’ll throw a pillow at you when he’s fucking you from behind, just to ease the tension and make you laugh, it works every time. when taehyun is worked up, angry or upset he’s scared that if he touches you, he’ll hurt you. you reassure him that you love him and he could never hurt you. plus you liked a little pain here and there.
v. — taehyun has a thing for morning sex, sometimes he’s feeling lazy and so are you. so you both stay in bed longer than you’d usually. he always gives you morning kisses and hugs, those kisses would get longer and more heated. taehyun likes to be on top of you a lot. whether it’s just sleeping, cuddling, or sex. he loves it. he’d spread your legs and rest himself between them. you’d feel taehyun getting harder and it would make you melt, giving in to him and telling him how you wanted it. he’d be rough but gentle since it’s the morning he doesn’t feel like doing a lot and neither do you.
disclaimer — this was heavily influenced by @planetdream : i must give credit where it’s due.
a/n : i might do a series on this depending on how well it does & if it’s asked for.
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