#bonedo

And then, your hand slid lower, brushing over the tight bulge straining against his baggy jeans. Taesan froze, pulling back slightly, his voice low and warning. “Baby…stop teasing.” his fingers lightly pressing against your wrist. You just whined softly, trailing your hand back up to caress his abs again, pressing your lips to his jaw. “But I missed you so much…”

“I know…but your parents are sleeping. We can’t do this now.” he said, voice thick with restraint. You leaned closer, teasing him by brushing the edge of his underwear’s band with your fingers, heart racing, whispering, “I don’t care…just a little…”

“I don’t want to disrespect them...” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands slid over your waist, holding you close, but resisting his own desire. You rubbed him through his jeans again, slowy, and you could feel the way his heart pounded beneath your palm. His breathing grew heavier, voice straining as he tried to hold himself together.

“Don’t…rub there…” he warned. You pressed your mouth to his neck, sucking gently, and suddenly his hand shot down to grab your wrist. “Baby, stop. Stop.” His tone was sharp this time, serious enough to make your pout deepen. “We can’t.” he said firmly, though his eyes were already betraying him, dark and restless.

You blinked up at him, lashes fluttering, lips parted just so, gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes. His jaw clenched as he exhaled. “No—don’t look at me like that. With those fucking eyes.” Slowly, you slipped off his lap, your fingers sliding down to his waistband. His breath hitched. “Baby—no—what are you doing…”

Ignoring his weak protest, you tugged his zipper down, pulling the denim just low enough. You bent your head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the outline of his dick through his boxers, your eyes never leaving his face. “Don’t…don’t do that…” he rasped, head falling back against the wall. “Fuck…”

You kept kissing him there, sweet and teasing, until you felt his restraint finally break. “Fuck it.” he growled, hand sliding into your hair to grip the nape of your neck. He yanked you back up to him, crashing his lips against yours with rough, desperate hunger. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You giggled softly against his mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his eyes narrowed, one brow raising at your reaction. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” he muttered, voice low. You nodded without hesitation, pulling him back in for another hungry kiss, your tongue sliding against his. “Take this off.” he said roughly, tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

Your skin prickled under his gaze as you slipped them off, tossing them aside. Now you sat there in just your panties and his oversized shirt, cheeks burning as his eyes roamed over you. He quickly yanked off his own shirt, revealing the lean muscles you’d been caressing earlier. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, desperate and demanding.

His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling you flush against the hard outline straining in his boxers. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver straight through you. “Bend over for me.” You slipped off his lap in a rush, climbing onto the bed and bending over for him, face pressed into the sheets, ass up in the air.

“Good girl.” he muttered, his large hands spreading over your cheeks, squeezing hard. “So fucking sexy.” The sharp sting of his palm cracked against your ass, making you yelp into the mattress, only for his touch to soften, caressing where he’d just smacked. The mix of pain and sweetness dragged a whine out of you.

His eyes dropped to your panties, where a dark wet patch had already formed. He groaned low in his throat, rubbing his fingers over your covered slit. “Desperate today, aren’t you? Soaking your panties…” You whined, wiggling your hips, trying to push yourself back against his touch.

He laughed softly, like he couldn’t believe how badly you wanted him. He tugged your panties to the side in one motion, his fingers sliding through your slick folds before rubbing your wetness all over, coating you. You whimpered at the feeling, pushing your hips back for more. Then he slipped two fingers inside without warning, stretching you as he pumped them in and out steadily.

You gasped, gripping the sheets. “Shh, baby,” he hushed, leaning over you, voice hot against your ear. “Keep it down, or I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly, biting your lip as he fucked his fingers into you, your muffled moans betraying your struggle to stay quiet. Just as the pleasure built, he pulled his fingers out, making you whine in frustration.

Before you could complain, the sound of his zipper being undone filled the room. His jeans and boxers were shoved down, and his cock sprang free, heavy and hard. Without wasting another second, Taesan lined himself up and pushed into you slowly but deep, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

Your muffled whine shook through the pillow. “Fuck…” he groaned, gripping your hips tighter. “Sorry, baby. Couldn’t help myself.” His thrusts started slow but deep, each push making you bury your face into the sheets as soft moans spilled out of you. Your fingers twisted in the fabric, knuckles white. “Are you happy now, baby?” he rasped, hips rolling into you. “Yeah? This what you wanted?”

You nodded over and over, desperate, your voice breaking with every needy sound that escaped your throat. He chuckled breathlessly, low and wicked. “Horny little girl.” His pace picked up, deeper, harder, his hips slamming against yours. Your moans grew louder without your permission, tumbling out in waves, too much to hold back.

Taesan leaned over you, lips brushing against your ear, voice rough with pleasure. “Told you to be quiet, baby.” His palm pressed firmly over your mouth, muffling your cries the instant he began pounding into you deeper, every thrust perfectly angled to hit that spot again and again. The room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, your muffled moans, his grunts and groans and the soft music.

“Look at you—moaning like a slut when your parents are right downstairs.” he growled into your ear. You whimpered beneath his hand, your body arching as his thrusts grew harder, each one making your gummy walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, you’re drenching my cock.” he groaned, hips snapping into you, the wet sounds filling the room.

Your moans turned breathless, your body trembling as the heat coiled tighter and tighter inside you. Unable to speak, you reached back, fingers searching for his hand. He caught the hint instantly, lacing your fingers together, holding you tight. “You’re close, baby?” he panted, slamming deeper.

You nodded desperately, muffled cries vibrating against his palm. “Go on, pretty,” he urged, his voice filled with need. “Let go for me—cum on this dick.” With just a few more thrusts, your body snapped, walls clenching down on him with a silent cry. Pleasure tore through you as your release gushed out, your cunt pulsing around him.

“Shit, baby—you’re so fucking tight.” he cursed, pulling his hand from your mouth just to watch your face twist in bliss. His eyes dropped down, catching the sight of his cock glistening, dripping with your release, and it pushed him over the edge. “Ngh—fuck—shit—I’m fucking cumming.” he groaned, burying himself deep as his warmth spilled into you.

You whimpered at the sensation, his hips grinding as he thrust through it, pushing his release deeper inside, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass. His chest pressed to your back, his heavy breathing fanning across your ear, both of you trembling as the aftershocks rolled through your bodies.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Lay on your back for me, baby.” You nodded, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling as you turned over. He was still buried inside you, the stretch almost overwhelming, and his gaze softened watching your state. “So fucking beautiful.” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Your heart melted at the tenderness in his voice, even with his cock still pulsing inside you. When he finally pulled out, you felt the hot spill of his release drip out of you, your hole fluttering around nothing. His eyes darkened as he watched it ooze out, and he let out a strained, “Fuuuck, baby.”

He spread it around your folds with his fingers, smearing his cum messily over your swollen slit, before pushing two fingers back inside. You whined at the overstimulation, body twitching under his touch. Hovering over you, he whispered, “You can take one more for me, yeah?” You nodded, biting down on your lip, and he smiled, eyes glinting. “My naughty girl.”

His fingers pumped in and out faster, deeper, while his thumb circled your clit. He leaned down to kiss you softly, but soon the kiss turned hungry, your whines and gasps spilling into his mouth as his hand worked you closer and closer. Your nails dug into his bicep, the pleasure overwhelming. “Sanni—m’gonna cum!” you cried against his lips. He hummed low in his throat. “Mm, let go, baby.” His hand moved faster, your body arching into his touch.

You kissed him hard, muffling your cries as you came again, clenching desperately around his fingers. He slowed them gradually, easing you down, until he finally slipped them out. You lay there breathless, cheeks burning red, chest rising and falling. He pressed another soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering. “Sorry, baby,” he chuckled, his voice tender. “I ruined your panties.”

a/n: this is inspired by a freaky audio i heard from @highway-143 i know im a gooner guys no need to mention it ◞‸◟

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it was good for both of you, since the pair of you had always struggled with immediate change. plus, who could ever deny that communication was a good thing?

"s-sorry, i shouldn't- i should've-"

his breathing was still strained, limbs shaking from the sensual activities the two of you had been participating in just moments prior. The feeling of your wetness still subconsciously clenching around his length wasn't helping, either.

you slapped your hand over his blabbering mouth, making his eyes widen-- "say it again."

your hand slowly lifted from his face, and he felt his adam's apple bob in his throat before speaking, "please ride me, m-mommy."

electricity shot up core and need sparked through your entire body as his shaky voice rang out. the thick smell of sweat and amber incense filling your lungs as your sank back down on his lap.

he whined, hips bucking upwards to fill you up as much as possible. you continued to lift yourself up and down, enjoying the burn taking over your muscles everytime you did so.

"f-fuck, mom-mommy--"

"c'mon baby, c-cum for your mommy." you encouraged, humming contently as he let out a high-pitch whine. his head tilted upwards as he neared his release, the rhythmic thumping as your bodies moved in unison; you were sure the two of you would be receiving yet another noise compliant soon... but that was a problem from tomorrow.

"c-close, close close close!" leehan's lashes were wet with tears as his heart quickened, "say please." you said firmly, making eye contact with your nearly-fucked out lover.

"please, please let me-" he let out a sharp whine as he felt himself grow closer and closer to spilling inside of you, "m-mommy, please let me cum!"

you ran a hand through his red hair as you gave him permission, gasping as you began to fill his warm seed ooze out, filling your insides with a comfortable warmth that only turned you on more.

"good boy, fuck, you're such a good boy for mommy." you praised as you regained control of your breathing, not caring to wait until leehan had done the same before letting your pace grow sloppy as you chased your own orgasm.

he let out a soft, surprised cry as you rode him at your own desired speed-- practically fucking him into the mattress until you reached your release.

you collapsed next to him in bed, his legs still shaking from being used.

"you're calling me that every time we have sex." you breathed, gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment. leehan's eyes widened with excitement as he nodded, happy to do whatever his mommy asked of him.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　park sungho

definitely the one who bought you lingerie, he’s a sucker for seeing his lady all pretty. Surprise him with it one day after he comes home from practice, and he’s all over you, mouthing your neck, whispering praises into the shell of your ear. He’s whining at you, begging you to come to bed, kissing the of your mouth, you love seeing him needy. Once he finally gets you in the bedroom you will not be out for another two hours.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　lee riwoo

doesn’t have much of a thought about lingerie until you surprise him, wearing a gorgeous red and silky set with your makeup done. Riwoo’s mouth practically drops to his feet. For the rest of the night you have him in the palm of your hand, melting into a puddle when you touch him. He shyly will press kisses against your neck as you coax him to your bed, and of course he’s already whimpering before anything even happens.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　myung jaehyun

also bought you lingerie, he loves the idea of spoiling you filthy, and also the sight of you in a sexy black set. He’s going to want you on top of him, kissing him silly as he ruts up into you, seeking the friction from your clothed cunt. He gropes you like he’s never been able to touch you before. He doesn’t care that you both are actively ruining your lingerie, he can always buy another set, all he cares about is you, and how nice the material feels against his hands as he runs them all over your body.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　han taesan

secretly has a thing for lingerie but never told you out of fear you wouldn’t be up to it, though was pleasantly surprised when you’re wearing the cutest pink set when he comes home from practice. Instantly VERY possessive of you, feeling you up, biting down on the most sensitive points of your neck. He wants everyone to know you’re his and nobody else, he cannot fathom the thought of someone else seeing you this sexy. Trust he will be between your legs for HOURS.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　kim leehan

bought you the lingerie, but he doesn’t want you to surprise him, he wants to personally dress you. He’ll be slow and teasing while taking off your clothes, slipping your top off and pulling your pants down, being nothing but disgustingly sweet to you as he kisses and worships your body. It’s the worst when he gets to your bra and underwear, he takes his sweet time, drawing out the reactions he desires. Kissing up your leg, but instead of mouthing your heat, he pulls up the lingerie bottoms. He finally gives you what you want when he’s finished, praising you for how good you were.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　kim woonhak

huge lover boy, and is honest to god into whatever you’re into. Like riwoo, lingerie never really crossed his mind until you come up behind him, your arms circling around his waist with the most gorgeous white set on. Practically drools and is instantly pulling you to the bedroom, his lips already connected to yours as you crash onto the bed. He’s swearing into your lips, his fingers already circling around your clit. A level of neediness he has never felt washes over his system and best believe he’s not letting off until you’re both milked dry. (since then he’s been buying you them himself because it turns him on that much.)

try to tell who’s moe’s bias challenge level impossible

he sports a pink hair tie on his wrist permanently, as if the simple tie marks him as yours; as you know, a pink hair tie stands out on a outfit that you can find on pinterest under the search ‘grunge outfit inspo’.

“oh, you want that cookie so bad.” riwoo is non-stop clicking pictures of the sight infront of him, taesan with a pink hair tie as a bracelet and a ring with a shiny pink gemstone, as though he came across dinosaurs in the open.

speaking of ring, last valentines day you got him a gorgeous silver ring with the most delicate pink gem on it, saying that as long as he wears this ring, he has a part of your bright personality and passion for pink with him.

he hasn’t took it off since.

today, you’re feeling inspired. you have taesan sitting on the edge of the bed as you straddle his hips with a soft pink hairclip in your hand. your fingers flow through his soft dark locks as you try to clip the pin in the best way you see fit.

at the same time, taesan? he’s smiling a lovesick smile, his hands stay resting on your hips as he draws shapes on the curve of your hips absent-mindedly and his eyes reflect hearts.

he lets you do whatever you want without a complaint, forget a complaint, not even a beat is wasted before he agrees to anything you want to do.

which is how he ends up with a ribbon tied loosely but tight enough not to fall on his wrist, a hello kitty hairpin is in his hair, his beloved pink-silver ring on his ring finger and a my melody keychain hanging in one of the belt loops of his jeans.

he looks like a emo boy who fell victim to a pink cyclone. he could have removed the pink coloured accessories in the car, but he doesn’t want to undo the work you did on him with his favourite smile in the whole world.

so, he shows up to the chill hangout hosted at jaehyun’s appartment and the second he walks in chaos erupts, “our resident emo lover boy finally showed up!” sungho yells, uncaring of the poor neighbour’s of myung.

woonhak gives a eyeroll that says i knew this would happen, yet i’m still amused this is reality, “you look like a unicorn threw up on you.”

“it’s a couple of accessories,” taesan retorts with a scoff. “and what’s wrong if i look like it? unicorns aren’t exactly ugly.” he expects chuckles but the chaos explodes ten fold.

everyone bursts out laughing as if they heard the funniest sentence in the whole universe. the other five’s voices overlap over one another, and the teasing starts.

“you’re not the taesan that’s my homeboy! get out!”

“love hit him like a meteor.”

“who knew the girlfriend effect could be this effective and insane?”

“look at our resident romeo!”

taesan rolls his eyes, even though his ears are slightly pink, “alright, pack it up—” he starts but they don’t stop. they only tease more and more. sungho ruffles his hair with a shit-eating grin, leehan is pointing and laughing as if there’s no tomorrow, all while the non-stop chatter of the other three is loud enough for jaehyun to possibly get evicted.

well, this has happened many times. everytime he thinks about it for two seconds and immediately he follows it up with a worth it when he sees you and your shiny pink lip gloss.

a part of taesan’s routine is helping you put rollers in your hair at night so that you can achieve soft curls first thing in the morning, which means basically ensuring a good start to your day because a good hair day is a good day.

his fingers gently work their wonders on your hair. he slowly rolls your locks in the cylindrical rollers, clipping them in place. he does it with the precision of a surgeon too, as if he will get fired from an imaginary job where he’s supposed to put rollers in your hair if he doesn’t do it perfectly.

he admires his work afterwards, contently humming as you turn for him. he watches as you then do your skincare routine, tilting his head as he asks what double cleansing is. you answer his question and he nods.

after not even ten seconds, he asks another question. and then another. every single day it’s like he comes prepared with a list of questions to ask you. he just can’t help it, he wants to know everything about the things you love.

he applies your hair serum for you on hair wash days. his hands gently work the serum into your scalp, giving you a massage-slash-serum application service with the focus of a hair stylist.

taesan remembers how you said that serum is only to be applied in the scalp while conditioner is applied on the ends, not the scalp. he works methodically, massaging in sections to ensure the serum is absorbed completely.

he dries your hair for you, he’s basically your at home salon. he blow dries your hair carefully, making sure the drier doesn’t get too close. he smiles a soft grin when he sees you look in the mirror at your reflection, contended with the result.

he holds your many, many bags on your shopping trips. taesan sees you look at any clothing item for a second too long? he’s buying it for you.

he never lets you pay for all the stuff you buy, insisting that he earns to spoil you, making you blush as he winks and slides his card. spoiling you is second nature for this man.

he buys you pink roses, your favourite flower, on various occasions because ‘he felt the need to give you a rose.’ he doesn’t buy you a bouquet unless it’s a special occasion.

instead, he buys a single rose. when you open the door, he either has the stem stuck in between his teeth or he’s on his knees with the rose held out for you in a very proposal stance.

he loves being extra, but only for you to see, as— one, you love it. two, he doesn’t think anybody else deserves to experience this side of him except you.

he takes you out on lavish dinners due to the fact that you love taking lots of pictures and the over-the-top restaurants are a rather good location for photography.

and also because in his humble opinion, you deserve it and so much more.

down bad much.

taesan watches from behind you as you twirl infront of the mirror after getting ready with the most whipped grin in existence on his face with a look that screams this is the best thing life has to offer.

when you ask him how you look later, he makes silly heart poses, while complementing you ten times, maybe even fifteen. you giggle in response at his antics, and he smiles fondly as he made you smile.

this is what it’s like to be his beloved girlfriend. taesan’s love for you knows no bounds. he will handle anything just to make sure you stay happy, because a time where you aren’t smiling is his worst fear.

who knew love could chance a person so much? he certainly didn’t know that he would go from a nirvana truther to a lana del ray listener. it’s insane really, taesan says it’s due to the girlfriend effect.

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dancing along with the music of l’oiseau bleu is practically impossible when it sounds like a rock concert is taking place in the room just across from you.

lowering to stand flat footed in your pointe shoes, you raise your hands to your face, pinching your nose bridge in frustration as you try and resist the growing urge to pull your hair out.

the obnoxious sound of drums, a bass’s low rumble, and an electric guitar’s higher tune rings in your ears— drowning out any of your more rational thoughts until you’re left with only rage.

you try your best to block it out, to take a moment to breathe and try to get a controlled hold over your emotions— and you think it may work after you cover your ears with your own hands, the sound of the instruments still audible but sounding more distant. then the teeth gritting noise of a cymbal pierces through the barrier of your hands and it’s almost like it’s a sound effect for the way your train of thought shatters, letting out a sigh that sounds much more like an animalistic scream before stomping over to your phone and turning off the music.

power walking out of the dance studio and to the very unfortunately placed neighboring rental space, you don’t even have to turn the knob as you look through the glass door. the raging bitch face you wear is absolutely effortless as you mean-mug all three ‘problems’ in the room; ‘problems’ that drip in leather, distressed or patched fabric, spikes, and way too oversized jeans. you’re about to feel acquainted with the three men as this situation seems to occur more and more often.

foam panels are stuck to the walls; black cords are neatly coiled or in squiggly lines across the floor; and of course there’s guitars, a drum set, and microphones everywhere.

finally you catch the eyes of the long, blond haired drummer— and that gives you enough incentive to open the door and barge in like you own the place.

“could you be any louder?” you rhetorically ask, but it goes unheard as two of the men sing passionately into their microphones, eyes closed and hands working the strings of their guitars while the drummer keeps playing his drums— all while staring at you with a relaxed, barely inquisitive face.

“could you be any louder!” you shout, the end of the sentence awkwardly fading in volume when there's a screech from one of the guitars and everything goes quiet.

the two seeming vocalists turn their heads to look at you, all three men now staring while you stand, clearly bothered as your hands are on both sides of your hips and your chest heaves with deep breaths of frustration.

“well…” the dark haired, taller one begins— and your expression only sours more as you’re already familiar with how snarky and full of himself he can be. “you’re the one yelling.”

you let out an appalled scoff, unable to help the way your eyes roll as you’re angered even more by how that only seems to make the man smirk.

“if someone has to yell just for you to hear them that means you’re the loud one.”

“you sure about that, princess?” he asks, quirking a pierced brow. your impending explosive response must be visible as the shorter statured one interrupts for damage control.

“w— we’re sorry!” he starts, speaking on his friends behalves. the blond’s expression never changes as he stares at your fuming face, while the darker haired looks like he’s about to protest— but the other continues before he has the chance. “look..we got off on the wrong foot and…”

the way his hands float in front of him, bass hanging against his chest by the strap— it only adds to how lost he looks on what to do, and it makes you feel kind of bad. (for him at least.)

you’re about to start apologizing when he’s suddenly reaching his hand out towards you.

“i’m riwoo.” he introduces, then gestures over to the other two men. “this is taesan and leehan.”

“…y/n” you say somewhat sheepishly, a bit of your shame coming back at the politeness of the bassist you now know as riwoo.

previously you’d only knock aggressively at their door to ask them to shut up, a few times popping your head in when that didn’t work to snappily ask them to please try and keep it down at least a little. you’ve never actually had a full conversation with them before— or an argument...whatever this exchange of words could be classified as.

“unfortunately we can’t really be any quieter. we have to practice for a gig we got coming up—“

“isn’t your little dance school supposed to be closed now anyway?” taesan abruptly interrupts, yet again grinding your gears with the snarky way he says the words ‘dance school’.

“it’s closed for classes, but the rooms can be used for practice up until eleven pm.” you provide smartly, catching yourself before you scrunch your nose in disgust at him.

“we try to keep the noise at a minimum if we’re here at prime hours,” riwoo cuts in again, attempting to explain gently. “but past that…” he trails off, shoulders shrugging as he gives you a sympathetic look.

you process his words, how he really is seemingly trying to help you out here, before sighing softly as your hand raises to press into your increasingly aching temple.

“do you have to use your amps?” you ask, raising a hand to point at one.

“did you not hear him? we have a show to do, we need to practice as best as we can. so yes, we have to use our amps.” taesan firmly states, over enunciating like you can’t hear. his brows are slightly furrowed as his previous amusement is completely gone, a flame of annoyance now in his eyes.

you let your hand defeatedly fall and slap against your bare thigh, taesan’s eyes glancing down at your leg for the smallest of moments before looking back up to glare at you.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” you bite at him, sick of his selfish attitude as you turn your body fully in his direction, crossing your arms.

“wxnder.” he dryly states, making your head tilt in confusion and absolute impatience.

“huh?”

“wonder— but like, with an ‘x’. that’s our band name.” leehan provides, throwing you off as you’re momentarily sidetracked by how deep and smooth his voice is. (are all these men vocalists? also, with an ‘x’— how cheesy can they be?)

“you should come watch us perform.” he smiles widely, eyes creasing and everything. you’re yet again thrown off as he speaks to you with such casual friendliness as though you haven’t practically yelled at all of them and continue to seethe at his guitarist like you want to rip his throat out.

“uh, i…”

“i’m sure miss priss has other things she’d rather do, like dance to swan lake in a feather tutu or something.” taesan finishes your sentence for you, conjuring a string of curses to lace your tongue.

“shut the f—“

“bye, twinkle toes.” he waves you off dismissively, grabbing the neck of his guitar by his multiple ringed fingers as he directs his attention back to his instrument and mic.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.” riwoo adds somewhat shyly, adjusting the strap of his instrument as well— though much more apologetically.

“see ya’, y/n!” leehan calls before picking up his drumsticks and twirling them in his hands, looking up to taesan for his cue. you watch him cock his chin, the sudden rhythmic pounding of leehan’s drums making you flinch before taesan and riwoo start playing their strings again.

riwoo’s voice starts out soft before slowly raising in volume and you’re shocked by his melodic vocals that contrast so satisfyingly well with the rock instrumentals.

still disgruntled but more off put than anything, you don’t know what more to do than shuffle out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you stare at the air in front of you.

well, guess it’s time to find some earbuds that are sound and pirouette proof.

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you got it. you got the lead role.

all the extra (maybe slightly excessive) practicing, late nights and frustration (which would be a lot less if there wasn’t a band next door) paid off.

you’re playing as princess aurora for your dance studio’s performance of ‘the sleeping beauty’, which will be showing at a local theatre next month.

jaehyun, your good friend and fellow dancer who’s always making you smile and lightening sullen moments during classes— is your dance partner, playing as prince désiré.

the second the both of you found out you got lead roles, jaehyun was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, insisting that you go out tonight to celebrate.

which is why you find yourself by jaehyun’s side at ‘sundown lounge’, your favorite bar and hang out spot.

“you look good, by the way!” jaehyun attempts to speak over the loud karaoke, leaning a little closer to your ear as you weave through the crowd.

“thanks!” you turn your head to smile at him over your shoulder, hoping your iridescent eyeshadow twinkles under the lights how you wanted it to.

“you do too.” you compliment before someone’s elbow is jabbed into your stomach, squishing yourself against the wall as you and jaehyun try to make it to the bar to order some drinks. “why is it so busy tonight?”

“i don’t know, maybe it’s happy hour!” jaehyun suggests hopefully, but when you finally reach the counter his theory is proven wrong when you’re told everything’s its original price. regardless, you sip on a strawberry margarita while jaehyun holds a glass of something that looks like muddy water before deciding where to sit.

“wanna go there, near the stage?” he asks, pointing over to a table that’s very near the performance area. you’d rather not have to hear a drunk girl sloppily sing a britney spears song right in your ears but jaehyun finds it hilarious, often unable to resist curling in on himself while giggling uncontrollably— and that always makes you laugh. so you nod your head, jaehyun grabbing your hand to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd before leading you to the table.

there’s only two more songs played before the dj hops on the stage, speaking into the mic. “karaoke will be ending as it’s time for the band of tonight to take the stage. give us a few minutes while the performers are setting up!”

some people in the crowd hoot and holler excitedly as jaehyun turns his head to you. “i wonder what type of band will be playing tonight, last weeks was pretty good.”

“it’s punk rock!” a girl excitedly butts in from the table right next to yours, having accidentally overheard your conversation.

“a rock band?” you ask, somewhat groaned in annoyance as you now have a personal vendetta against the genre. but your tone goes completely unnoticed by the girl as her eyes continue to sparkle with enthusiasm.

“yeah! their music’s really good and they’re all super hot, my favorite one plays the electric guitar.”

“what’s their name?” jaehyun asks, curiosity evidently sparked.

“wxnder!” she answers, and your brows furrow with the familiarity of it. where have you heard that name before?

the girl’s head turns at a sound and her mouth drops open, a small uproar caused as some people in the crowd shriek and cheer. the unexpected noise has you flinching before looking towards the stage— and your jaw drops too, but not in a good way.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” you say to yourself in shock, watching as riwoo sits down his amp and plugs it into the wall.

“what?…what!” jaehyun whisper-yells, grabbing onto your arm to try and get your attention.

leehan appears next, sitting down behind the drum set that’s already on stage and wagging his head to adjust his hair, causing another small wave of squeals.

then a broad back covered by a black leather jacket abstracts your view, and he doesn’t even need to turn around for you to know who he is— but he does anyway. the way taesan almost immediately catches your gaze amongst the crowd is infuriating, smirking while glancing down at how close your table is to the stage before looking teasingly into your eyes again.

and it makes you pissed, unbelievably so— yet you feel your cheeks burn as you can’t help but think about how hot he looks, the stage lights glinting off his lip ring and drawing your eyes towards them.

have his lips always been so…plump?

taesan winks at you before looking down to tune his guitar, hands gripping the neck of it. veins pop out from the contours of his knuckles; long, thick fingers adorned with silver rings picking at the strings.

fuck…

“y/n?” jaehyun tries again, and you finally respond with the shake of your head, downing the remainder of your drink like it’s a shot.

“it’s nothing.” you insist.

after a few minutes of setting up, tuning, and making sure everything’s in order; taesan introduces the group (not that he exactly needs to, since it seems the bar is full of their fans), saying that their opening song will be ‘take my tears’, a song he wrote himself.

usually you and jaehyun talk throughout a band's live performance, as they’ll be playing all night— but you can’t seem to look away as you listen to the lyrics and how they perform.

it’s entrancing— much different than when you’re trying to ignore them through the studio walls. the song is somewhat emotional, beautiful; yet it also has such a fun and freeing feel. or maybe it’s just the way they sing it— how taesan sings it, his body grooving and head nodding to the beat of their sound. the lyrics aren’t what you’d expect from him— the guy you thought he was, and it leaves you wondering what more there is to him that you wouldn’t expect.

your heart skips a beat, and you’re not sure if it’s just the thrill of the rock music or if it’s because of him; the annoying, pompous punk who suddenly looks so sexy when he’s performing. (and never any other time. definitely not.)

you’ve just finished your second margarita and are a little buzzed by the time their set is finished, the night passing faster than you realized.

jaehyun is eating on a basket of fries, yapping away so fervently that he doesn’t even notice how you’ve gotten up from the table and are approaching taesan— who again locks eyes with you as he walks down the steps of the stage to meet you halfway.

“so, what did you think?” he asks, a little out of breath from the long performance, having had no breaks in between songs.

he stands closely so you can hear him— and it’s enough for you to smell his cologne; to see the way sweat clings to the skin of his neck; deep breaths coming out in puffs as his chest expands. something about it all has an effect on you— or maybe it’s something in the air, because taesan doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, admiring your legs in your denim mini skirt.

“you..you guys were amazing.” you compliment, sounding a little out of breath yourself.

taesan makes a ‘hm’ sound, faintly smiling at you while biting his lip— and you swear you see the glint of metal on his tongue.

your body heats up as you wonder if his tongue is pierced too, what kind of things he could do to you with it, what it would feel like against your skin— before you frantically try and dismiss the increasingly dirty thoughts, reminding yourself that the man you’re fantasizing about is right in front of you.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.” taesan says, speaking in a teasing tone that you swear seems flirty paired with the slight quirk of his brow.

“how’d you even know we’d be here? did you stalk us, princess?”

okay, surely that was flirting, right?

you’re about to playfully roll your eyes, paired with a smart little comment and deny that’d you’d ever be interested enough to ‘stalk’ them— until the girl that spoke to you about wxnder earlier suddenly appears, putting herself between you and taesan.

“you were absolutely amazing, taesan.” the girl croons, confidently placing her hand on his forearm as she leans all up in his personal space.

and you expect him to shrug her off, either politely or not-so politely establish some distance between them. but again, he surprises you— in a way you absolutely hate.

he smirks at her, in just the same way he did to you just moments ago— and leans even closer to her face, unneededly close.

“aren’t you sweet. thank you so much.”

“no problem.” the girl smiles cattily, clearly enjoying the attention.

something in your heart burns, and that familiar feeling of uncontrollable annoyance comes back even worse than before.

“do you think i could get your autograph?”

“sure, princess.” taesan answers lowly— and that does it.

without even feeling the urge to look back and see that girl all over him, you’re gone, picking up a drunk jaehyun by his arm.

“wh— where are we going?” jaehyun drunkenly slurs, eyes glossed over as they look at you.

“to get an uber home.” you answer firmly, eyes hard as you once again weave through the crowd.

you feel eyes on your back, but you ignore it until you get to the door, turning your head as jaehyun leans half of his body weight against you. even amongst all the faces, you and taesan’s eyes meet easily, his arm now slung around the girl’s waist as she whispers something in his ear.

his lips are in that same smirk— like he’s taunting you, and you scoff, dragging jaehyun and yourself out of the bar.

you can’t believe you were actually feeling into him— but you surely don’t have to worry about that now.

he’s just confirmed that he is in fact what you thought he was: an absolute ass and a cocky player who sings on stage to get girls in his bed.

well, fuck him. he can get his dick wet with anyone he wants but it sure as hell won’t be you.

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the very next day you’re back at the dance studio, rehearsing for the upcoming performance.

jaehyun whines the whole day, saying that it’s somehow your fault that he got drunk off his ass— but despite that, he does incredibly well during class. you do also, but unbeknownst to you, your friend wonders why you seem so tense— like something has been bothering you all day.

“shouldn’t you go home and rest, y/n?” jaehyun asks you at the end of class hours. everyone else is packing up their totes and leaving, yet you’re stood at the ballet barre doing leg exercises.

“i’ll be fine. practice makes perfect.” you insist, keeping your eyes on your form in the mirrored wall.

“well..just don’t overwork yourself, okay?” jaehyun sweetly tells you, and you flash him a thankful smile through the mirror.

“don’t worry, yunie, i wont. see you tomorrow.”

if it weren’t for the absolute beast you’re known to be in the studio, jaehyun would force you out of your pointe shoes and drag you home himself— but you don’t seem even a little bit tired, and it appears as though you have some steam to blow off.

so jaehyun and you exchange goodbyes before he leaves you in the empty classroom. (yes, completely empty— aside from the lady at the front desk. no one is as obsessive as you to want to stay even another second practicing when you already have for the whole day— on a saturday night, no less.)

you spend the next thirty minutes going over the steps you learned today that you don’t have down perfectly yet, having small cool downs in the form of stretching in between.

‘entrée d’aurore’ is still playing on your phone when you hear the distant voices of what must be the front desk lady and someone else speaking. you wonder if somebody has returned to get some extra practice in as well, and as you hear footsteps approaching, you remain sitting on the floor doing toe touches.

the door to the classroom opens, echoing slightly in the big, empty space— you lift your head to see someone who definitely is not a part of the sleeping beauty cast.

“y/n?” taesan says somewhat quietly, eyes looking around the big room that only holds one ballerina, who looks small in comparison to the high ceilings and vacant space.

your eyebrows furrow, somewhat irritated to see him while also being surprised— not only by his presence but by the unfamiliar way he almost looks sheepish: barely taking a few steps inside the classroom, looking around like he expects someone or yourself to scold him and kick him out.

“…don’t tell me you auditioned.” you joke, although it’s said casually. your eyes only scrutinize him for a second before you look back down to your own hands as you stretch them across your straightened legs and to your toes.

taesan has seen you a handful of times when you’re in your casual practice wear, but what you’re clad in for an official performance class is a little different. you’re wearing a black leotard with a little mesh skirt, a cropped shirt overtop, tights, and black leg warmers.

you look..really cute. even when you’re pretending to ignore him.

“no. the lady at the front desk said you were in here.” he explains lamely, all his usual snarky remarks not coming to his thoughts as he watches you in your element.

“good. i don’t want to see you in tights anyway. not your aesthetic.”

“sure you don’t.”

your head snaps to look at him before you can think not to react, cheeks heating up as you see the twinkle in his eyes and the small smile he tries to conceal by pressing down his lips.

you sigh as though you’re bothered— because you are— obviously…and get up from your floor stretches to walk over to the ballet barre again. taesan follows you.

“i don’t know why you’re here but i’m practicing. you should leave.”

“who was that with you at the bar last night?”

your cold indifference is broken at the unexpected question, your expression clearly confused as you look at the man standing beside you in the mirrored wall.

“what, jaehyun? he’s my friend. he wanted to go out to celebrate our castings. y’know, for the performance i’m trying to practice for right now?”

“so it was a date.” taesan remarks, eyes hardening right in front of you— and there’s that angered burn in your chest again, your hands squeaking from how tightly they hold onto the barre as your expression turns sour.

“who i date isn’t any of your business to speculate. i haven’t asked you what you and that fangirl got up to last night, have i?” you snap, raising a challenging brow at him— but it only makes him shake his head in unbelief, staring at you like you’re an absolute idiot.

“what? y/n, i don’t even know her name.”

“yes, well, i’m not surprised over that. i’m guessing it’s not very important for you to learn a girl’s name— as long as you’re in between her legs by the end of the night.”

his hand is on your shoulder, turning you around to face him abruptly as he stands closely, right in front of you.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you think i fucked her?”

“i don’t want to know what you di—“

“shut the fuck up.” taesan orders, his fingers curling over your wrists making you wonder when they got there in the first place.

“make me.” someone (you?) says, and then you feel the cold press of taesan’s lip ring against your mouth.

it’s firm at first: the way his lips slam into yours, how both of your expressions still look pissed off at each other, even with both of your eyes closed. but eventually you seem to realize that taesan is actually kissing you— and then you’re melting into him, sighing as you feel his touch soften in response.

his kiss quickly turns demanding, lips moving against yours in pursuit of your taste. you squeak when his teeth bite at your bottom lip, not knowing you’ve fallen right into his trap until his tongue has already seized the opportunity and invaded your mouth. turns out you weren’t wrong when you thought you spotted a ball stud piercing on taesan’s tongue, you can most definitely feel it when he brushes it against your own appendage.

your head is pushed against the mirror from his vigor and you whimper, never having felt so dominated simply by a man’s kiss; taesan explores your mouth like he owns it, like it’s his, and it makes your core pulse, a flicker of neediness growing.

the rough groan he lets out as his hands move to roam and grasp at your waist hints at his possessiveness, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin material of your leotard.

“didn’t fuck her. didn’t want to.” he murmurs between the eager movements of his lips. “just wanted to make you jealous.”

“wh— why?” you manage breathily, taesan pressing his body against yours as your hands move to brace yourself on the barre.

“because i like you, y/n.” he smiles and huffs in disbelief at your denseness.

“i want to take you on a date— whether you let me between your legs or not.” he smirks, referring to your earlier harsh remark and making you cringe at the reference.

“i…i’d like that.” you say shyly, looking at him through your lashes. “the date— and..and the other thing too.”

“the other thing?” taesan repeats, confused as you only avoid his gaze, not further explaining— but funnily enough, your sudden bashful attitude is what makes it click in his mind.

“princess?” he experimentally calls, pleased when you automatically lift your head to look at him. his tongue unconsciously peaks out to play with his lip ring as he cockily grins, hand creeping up from your waist to pinch your chin between his fingers.

“why don’t you be a big girl and tell me what you mean?”

your nose crinkles, a pathetic attempt at defiance amidst your embarrassment. taesan’s other hand pinches the tender skin of your thigh, causing you to flinch and whimper at the slight pain as he makes a disapproving sound under his breath.

“come on, y/n. be good or i won’t give you what you want.”

“i— i want you...i meant—”

taesan does anything but go easy on you, eyes dark with mischief as he lowers his head to nibble at your neck. you squeeze your thighs together, looking for relief from the way your pussy now pulses prominently.

his hands move in tandem, one cradling along your jawline while the other brushes up and down your thigh, making you annoyed at your tights with how they keep you from feeling the cold brush of his rings against your skin.

you want them off. you want taesan to take them off. so you admit it.

“want you to fuck me. please, taesan.”

“awe,” he coos. “aren’t you a sweet one.”

you swear the tone in which he says those words turn you into goo, your hands releasing the barre to desperately hold onto his shirt.

“please.” you beg, finding yourself only wanting more praise— more of him— just anything he’s willing to give you.

taesan is able to identify the look in your eyes, staring at your lips and leaning down so slowly, making you whine at his teasing until he finally grants you mercy and kisses you again.

it’s dirtier than before: a lot more spit, moans, and movement from both of your tongues. taesan’s leg leans against the wall between your thighs, and whether it was his purpose to give you relief or not, you take the opportunity and hesitantly grind your core against his ripped jeans.

the pleasure is immediate, sending a tingle up your spine that has you arching against his chest, forgetting any shame as you begin to earnestly grind your hips against him. the thin layers covering your core paired with the roughness of taesan’s denim creates a wonderful friction, feeling how wet you’ve become in your panties.

“shit, you’re such a slut for it.” taesan remarks in genuine awe after breaking the kiss to watch the little show you’re putting on. his eyes take in every movement, from the way you rock against him to how your eyes squeeze shut and you tilt your head back.

the previous song playing on your phone has long since finished as some other tune now plays from your playlist— taesan suddenly becoming aware of it and that he has a girl whimpering and riding his thigh in the middle of a dance classroom.

he abruptly pulls away, the presence between your legs disappearing as you conjure a bratty sound from your throat.

“y/n,” taesan scolds in a harsh whisper. “did you forget where we are?”

“thought you said you’d fuck me if i was good?” you argue, flashing him a defiant expression.

“you think using my thigh to get yourself off without my permission is being good?”

your eyes widen, not expecting him to call you out on it.

looking to the floor and hearing taesan’s responding laugh at your childishness, it only makes the desire to act out against him stronger— you’re just not sure how you can do it in this moment.

“get your things. we can go to my place.” taesan offers, your stomach fluttering at the idea as you do what he says— moving to grab your phone, bag, and change out of your ballet wear.

your heart is pounding out of your chest and what’s between your legs hasn’t calmed down at all either by the time you walk out of the dance studio and sit in the passenger seat of taesan’s car.

and the drive is just as excruciating.

the man seems hellbent on teasing you by not giving you a drop of attention, keeping his eyes on the road while some rock song plays through the speakers. and you know he knows what he’s doing, how you can’t keep his eyes off of him, because the corner of his mouth is subtly turned.

you see no reason to hide it since he’s already aware, so you stare at him— once again admiring how hot his hands look wrapped around the steering wheel, the contours of his jawline and perfect side profile illuminated by the low hanging sun.

your eyes keep wandering— down, down, down until you get to his lap, where you see the large bulge tenting his pants.

your mouth waters and your hands twitch, wondering if he’s really as big as he looks and hoping you’ll get to find out by the end of tonight.

then you’re struck with an idea, recognizing the perfect opportunity you have right now— and you reach your hand out confidently to grope him over his pants.

you’re so proud at the way it makes taesan softly gasp under his breath, back stiffening at the unexpected touch. you mold your hand over his clothed dick, rubbing and gently squeezing— in all the right ways apparently, as you feel him twitch in your hands— even through the thick denim fabric.

“y/n, stop it.” taesan grits, and you hear the squeak of what you guess is his hands gripping tightly around the steering wheel. you don’t look at him until after you’ve located the head of his cock, rubbing over it with your thumb and meeting his fiery glare with a teasing bite to your lip— clearly pleased with yourself.

taesan is visibly pissed at your blatant act of defiance, but he gives you one more chance in the form of a threat.

“you’re not very patient, are you, princess? keep touching my dick like that and you won’t even get to see it out of my pants.”

your hand immediately stills— the man releasing a huff of disbelief when you pull your hand away completely to lay both of your hands on your lap, avoiding his gaze as you stare ahead.

not another word is shared, taesan enjoying the way you nervously squirm in your seat as he finally pulls into his apartment’s parking lot.

“stay.” he simply orders once he’s parked, and you’re left confused as he exits the car, only to watch him come around and open your door for you— even going as far to unbuckle your seatbelt and keep a firm hold around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs of his building. it makes butterflies flutter in your stomach yet your insides twist with nervous anticipation— because he does it all with the same stern eyes he spoke to you with as he threatened not to fuck you.

when the key is twisted and his front door lightly squeaks open— his residence somehow looks exactly how you thought; dark, moody, vintage rock posters and memorabilia hanging on the walls.

you expect him to be cheesy and press you against his door the moment it’s closed, but he doesn’t— instead walking over leisurely to his couch and sitting down, legs widely spread in an oddly commanding and powerful way.

your eyes widen at the arousing image, feeling yourself become sheepish as taesan lets his eyes roam over your form without shame.

“why do you look so shy now? you were such a disobedient little slut in the car.”

you swallow, hardly able but trying to hold eye contact with him as your face heats up in a delicious sort of shame.

taesan sighs as though he’s annoyed with your silence, patting one thigh with his hand.

“come here.”

“…h— huh?”

“don’t make me say it again, y/n.” he orders— and next thing you know, your body is moving to straddle the leg he’s directed you to sit on.

“there we go. guess princesses can take orders sometimes, hm?” he rhetorically asks, but you’re nodding your head anyway.

taesan just stares at you for a bit, admiring how pretty you look sitting and waiting for what he’ll do next, so different from the bratty attitude you had during the car ride.

then his hands rest on your bare waist, giving him easy access as you had disregarded your leotard before leaving the studio, now only wearing your cropped shirt and athletic shorts.

you’re unable to conceal the shuddered inhale you take as taesan’s hands creep upward, seeing him smirk at the sound before his hands slip under your shirt and reach your tits.

“no bra?” he teases, biting his lip as his fingers pinch at your hard nipples.

“n— no,” you struggle out, flinching lightly as taesan plays with your tits without any restraint, like your body is his toy. the contrast of his cool rings against your heated skin causes goosebumps to rise on the surface of your arms, chest pushing further into his hands. “didn’t think there was any p—..point.”

you watch as taesan shakes his head like he’s disappointed, yet he’s smiling darkly.

“dirty girl.” he remarks, giving a firmer pinched tug to your hard bud and forcing a whimper to escape from between your lips. “just take everything off then.”

you’re quicker to do what he says this time, only letting your sudden shy attitude make you hesitate for a moment before getting up from his lap to discard your clothing to his floor, keeping eye contact with taesan as best as you can manage— as he seems pleased when you do. he lets out a hungry exhale when you take off your shirt and your tits are revealed to his eyes, hand leisurely jerking himself off over his pants by the time your shorts are removed— leaving you only in your underwear.

“is that a thong, princess?” taesan asks breathily, eyes slightly widening in what you think might be surprise.

“yeah? it’s…it’s what i always wear underneath my leotard.” you confirm, somewhat confused— until taesan speaks again, hand moving up and down his dick faster.

“fuck, just— just didn’t expect such a prissy girl like you to— shit, i don’t know. you’re so hot.”

you smile— and it’s equally sexy and cute in a way that makes taesan feel like he’s going to go insane if you don’t get back on his lap right away. your fingers slip beneath the band of your panties to tug them off, but he stops you before you can.

“don’t. keep them on, wanna see you make a mess in them for me.”

a part of you— the bratty side— wants to say you already have, the dark spot from your leaking arousal evidence of it. but you don’t, the desire to listen actually winning over as you remove your hands from your hips and straddle his thigh again. you hover this time, not fully sitting down as you’re embarrassed for him to feel your wetness directly against his bare skin, which are revealed through the large holes in his jeans.

but taesan catches on immediately, tutting fondly as his hands squeeze at your hips.

“all the way.” he drawls, like he’s giving a ditzy dog a command they’re struggling to understand— and it makes your stomach flip, hurrying to do as he says.

you know he feels it, how your panties clinging to your wet pussy lips press against his thigh— and as he bites at his lip, drawing your eyes to his twinkling piercing yet again— your face burns as you’re sure he’s probably looking at the glistening residue you’ve surely left on his skin.

“good girl.” he mutters roughly, you whining in response as your hands fist into the material of his shirt.

you feel like such a slut, sitting on a man’s lap almost completely bare while he’s fully clothed, your needy pussy slowly drenching his thigh in your juices; and you sound like one too as taesan leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

you gasp and stutter— unsure of what you’re even trying to say as taesan chuckles around your bud, continuing to flick and roll his pierced tongue over you. the contrast of his warm appendage and the occasional brush of round metal against your skin makes you sensitive, hole clenching around nothing with every other swipe of his tongue.

“like that?” he whispers before switching to give your other breast attention.

“yes,” you quietly moan, wrapping your arms around to grip and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, subsequently pushing his face deeper into your tits.

he likes that— if his responding groan is anything to judge by, his hands pulling your hips forward and drawing a more unabashed sound from your lips at the movement.

“use me. get your little pussy off on my thigh.”

“fuck— yes,” you obey, rocking your hips and finding a rhythm.

“shit. that’s it, baby.” he coos, his hand suddenly reigning down against your ass a contrast to his soft tone as it leaves your skin tingling with heat. “just a few little touches is all it takes to get the brat out of you, huh?”

you scoff at that— though it’s interrupted by a moan when taesan flexes his thigh. shame burns your skin and his little remark makes you want to act out again, but all you can do is grind your pussy against him, gasping and going faster whenever your covered clit gets brushed over just right.

your hands that are still tangled in his hair pull to disconnect his mouth from your tits, leaning down to kiss him instead. taesan doesn’t scold you for the demanding gesture— but he does lift a hand to grasp it over your throat. he doesn’t squeeze, but the simple act makes you feel so good and dominated— and his other hand which gropes at your ass and snaps the string waistband of your thong has you falling further into delirium.

“please— please, tae. wanna cum.”

“then cum.” he says simply, and when you finally open your squeezed shut eyes, he’s staring at your desperate face with amusement— and just like that, you’re pissed.

“taesan! i can’t! not— not enough!” you whine, not even able to think about how pathetic you sound.

“you’re cumming by my thigh or not at all. this is what you get for acting like a fucking whore while i was driving.”

you whisper out a sigh, and it’s so broken and helpless as you rock your hips earnestly against him that he almost feels bad— but the bigger part of him is proud; proud in a dark and twisted way at how he’s dwindled the ballerina down to nothing but a mindless slut that’s practically crying with the need to cum.

another spank is delivered to your ass and you flinch, taesan’s hand around your neck getting a little firmer as he forces your teary eyes to look up at him— and you feel like a dog in heat as your hips never stop their efforts to bring you to release.

“please.” you beg, and taesan’s eyes turn hazey at the beautiful sound.

“come on, princess. i know you can do it for me.” he encourages— and turns out that’s all you needed.

taesan gets an up close view as your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as he feels you ruin your panties even further.

his thigh is dripping as you keep rutting your hips against him, letting out small whimpers as you work yourself through your high. taesan grants you mercy at the very end, helping you grind your hips before eventually slowing you to a stop.

then he’s picking you up and carrying you into what you can only assume is his bedroom— because in the next moment he’s laying you down on a black comforter-covered mattress and stripping off his clothes.

you’re panting, still catching your breath— but you still manage to make a somewhat teasing comment as the man’s bare chest is revealed to you.

“no tattoos?”

taesan looks up at you right after pulling his shirt over his head, black hair disheveled and brushing over his eyes as he smirks silently at you and combs it out of his face.

“i thought all emo’s had tattoos.” you tack on— and that gets him to respond.

“emo?! i’m not emo, i’m fucking punk!” he argues, somewhat offended but mostly amused as he works on removing his jeans.

“emo, punk, metalhead. it’s all the same thing.” you offhandedly say.

“…i’m about to go soft.” taesan threatens.

“kidding!” you laugh, sitting up on your elbows— and the smile is completely wiped off your face when taesan removes his boxers and his dick is finally freed, slapping against his abs.

“shit..” you whisper to yourself, watching as taesan rolls a condom on before climbing on the bed and caging you underneath him with his body.

“need me to stretch you first, princess?” taesan sweetly asks after peeling off your drenched panties, hand brushing up and down your hip soothingly.

as much as you want his sexy fingers in your cunt— you can’t wait any longer, spreading your legs for him as you flash him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“no. please just fuck me, taesanie. need you.”

“god…” taesan sighs, not making you wait anymore as he lines his head to your entrance before pushing in slowly. “oh, fuck. you’re so tight, princess.”

your chest heaves as he pushes into the hilt, your hands gripping against the sheets.

“move. fuck me hard, please. want it rough.”

you think you hear taesan mutter something about you being a dream before his pulling out till just the tip is stretching your hole— and slamming back inside.

you both turn a little animalistic and desperate, learning how the other feels and bodies being taken over by the pleasure of it. taesan’s cock stretches you out so good— he fucks you so good. the rocking of his bed frame hits against his wall, and you have a fleeting thought about if the walls are thin and if he’ll get a noise complaint— before all that is forgotten as taesan takes hold of one of your thighs and bends it against your chest.

“feel it, baby? feel how fucking bad i want you?” taesan groans between his teeth, hand squeezing tightly around your leg unconsciously— and you secretly hope it leaves mark indentations from his rings; tiny bruises from his fingers you can admire the next day.

you only can respond so his deeply uttered words with a broken moan, and taesan only fucks you harder.

“that’s it, princess got what she wanted.” he coos, eyes surprising you by how they turn a little soft— though the movement of his hips certainly never do. “always give my princess what she wants.”

you whine at that, grabbing him by the shoulders to ask for a kiss.

“fuck, you drive me crazy, y/n.” he breathes before leaning down to yet again give you what you ask for.

“but i like that about you.” he finishes between kisses.

your thighs are trembling in pleasure, sweat is lining your hairline and glistening from taesan’s chest— and you can’t take it anymore, wrapping your legs around taesan’s waist as your nails dig into his back.

“can i come, please? oh, fff— please?”

“such a good fucking slut when you got a cock in you, huh? can’t believe my princess likes it rough.”

his hand manages to squeeze between your bodies despite how tightly you cling to him, his fingers finding your clit and tracing shapes over it.

“cum, baby. get it all over my sheets.”

your body going stiff before trembling uncontrollably against him, all while your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock— it brings taesan to release as well, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow each other's cries of pleasure.

the come down is slow, taesan rolling over and pulling your body on top of his so he doesn’t accidentally fall against you in exhaustion.

your deep breaths puff warmly against his neck as he cradles you on his chest, hands swirling patterns over your back absentmindedly.

“that was…amazing.” you say around a sigh, enjoying the comforting aroma of taesan’s cologne imbedded into his sheets.

“yeah…are you done?” taesan asks, still breathy yet curious— and you raise your head to look at his face.

“you want to go again?”

“well,” taesan starts, somewhat sheepishly— yet his eyes hold that constant playful sparkle. “just thought you might be curious what it feels like to get eaten out with a piercing.”

your eyes widen, clearly shocked by not only the question but at how correct he is.

“come on, princess. you’re not slick. don’t think i didn’t notice you staring at it when we were at the bar. plus, you did say you wanted me between your legs—“

“can you stop bringing that up!?”

note ; and for anyone wondering, yes, taesan went to reader’s ballet performance. (and yes, he got jealous watching her and jaehyun dancing on stage together…part two material?🤭)