Lowkey...want NCT’s Taeyong to both talk dirty and praise me, while marking me as his and edging me to oblivion before overstimulating me to tears as I pull his hair and scratch down his back.
“Taeyong,” you practically whimpered as he moved his lips over your neck and down towards your chest, leaving trails of bruises and markings in his path. You could feel him smirking against your skin at your loud cries and moans.
“Mmm, I love to hear you moan my name... love to hear you begging for me,” Taeyong hissed, diving deeper and deeper until his head was between your legs, tongue teasing your core gently.
He brought you towards climax over and over again, leaving you panting and unfulfilled, but closer and closer, each time. Your fists were wrapped in the sheets, almost tearing the fabric in your frustration. Every now and then, you’d tangle your fingers into Taeyong’s hair and tug, causing him to moan your name against your skin, the vibrations of his face tingling against you.
You were near tears, needing him so badly. You begged, over and over again, hearing him laugh as he continued in his agonizing pace. You were scratching at his skin, tugging his hair, anything to just make him go faster, to just let you cum. And then he did, and he kept going, too much, too far. And you were still moaning, still begging, still crying and whimpering his name as he enjoyed it all.
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