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★ shameless
Soobin pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers, his hardened cock springing free from the material, and feels the crotch of your panties. They must have been worn recently and without a panty liner because they’re slightly damp at the crotch, which only serves to turn him on even more. All he can think about is pulling your panties off to the side and fucking you slow and deep as you straddle him, or you grinding your hot, wet, throbbing pussy against his cock, moaning and whimpering as your clit presses against every vein.
Fuck, he can’t take it anymore.
Soobin wraps your panties around his length and starts pumping. Part of him feels so guilty for this. Just the thought of you coming home to your panties being soiled by his cum makes him feel so bad, yet so aroused. The thought of you yelling at him and chastising him for being such a filthy pervert, for ruining your panties…
It turns him on so fucking much. He strokes his cock faster and faster, imaging all these different scenarios with you until he finally climaxes, thick strings of cum drenching the fabric of your underwear. He pants and looks upon what he’s done, almost astonished at it.
★ good girl
“Hold out your wrists,” Taehyun instructs and you do so with your palms facing up. He grabs a silk scarf and starts to bind your wrists together. “Let me know if it’s too tight.”
You watch his hands skillfully wrap the soft fabric around your wrists. He’s so gentle, yet so precise.
There’s not much you can do about the throbbing between your legs. You squeeze your thighs shut to get some kind of friction, but Taehyun promptly pries them open.
“Aht aht, there’ll be none of that,” he quietly chastises you. “Or do I need to keep your legs open another way?”
You shake your head, not really knowing what he means by that and not sure you want to find out.
“Good girl,” he kisses your forehead. “Keep your legs open for me.”
You gasp when his fingers glide against your folds, teasing your clit and exploring every inch of your pussy.
“So deliciously wet,” he moans against your skin.
running SPRINTING to request sfw hyuka x chubby reader i need him to cuddle me so much
★ lazy sunday
★ — pairing. hueningkai x chubby!reader
★ — tags. non-idol au, smut, fluff, established relationship, cunnilingus, not proofread
★ — word count. 658 words
★ — author’s note. my first request! 🩵 kai loves chubby girls it’s true he told me himself 😌
rays of sunlight spill through white sheer curtains and you find yourself comfortable at home, not just in the apartment you and kai share, but in kai’s arms, warm and safe under a fluffy duvet cover.
you stretch your arms above your head and kai pulls you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“morning,” he sleepily mumbles against your skin, voice sweet as honey.
“good morning,” you respond, giggling when kai kisses your neck all the way up to your ear.
“’m hungry,” he says, you can basically hear the pout in his voice. he slides his hand under your baggy sleep shirt, fingers grazing over your soft tummy and squeezing it in his hands.
“whaddya wanna eat?” you ask, though you’re certain of the answer. it’s in the way he gropes and squeezes you, palming your full breasts and pinching your nipples between his lithe fingers. you moan and grind against him, feeling his half hard length press against your ass.
kai grabs you by your waist and turns you to face him. the warm, desperate look in his eyes makes warmth pool between your legs. your face heats up as he pulls your shirt off of you and kisses you, slow and deep. his lips are so soft and you melt as his hands travel your body.
he rolls over and gets you on your back. kai hovers over you for a moment, pausing to drink you in.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
“you too, baby,” you cup his cheek and he nuzzles your palm. he kisses the skin of your palm then returns to your lips.
he kisses down your body, maintaining eye contact as he does so.
“can i eat you?” he asks, and you nod fervently. he taps your hips and you lift them up, watching as he kisses your plush thighs and peels your panties off of you.
he presses a few kisses on your inner thigh and kisses your already throbbing core.
the way he gently kitten licks your core drives you crazy. he runs his hand up your tummy and squeezes your breasts in his hand.
“mm, you’re so perfect,” he moans.
you card your fingers through your boyfriend’s dark hair and ruffle it. you can feel him smile against your pussy and it makes you smile in turn. he’s so precious, even as he’s devouring your pussy.
“your body’s so perfect,” he murmurs against your dripping core. you love the way he treats you so softly, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and hands sliding down your tummy to squeeze your thighs.
kai's fingers curl inside you and push in and out, his lips close around your clit and he starts sucking gently. you sigh and your hips roll upward as your grip tightens on his hair.
“kai… oh, god…” you moan, pushing yourself against his lips. he moans against your skin in return, the vibrations make you thighs quake.
your stomach tightens with every suction of his lips on your clit, he’s doing it as such a slow, even pace but your orgasm hits you hard and fast. your back arches off the bed as you cum hard against his tongue and kai hums as he licks you through your orgasm, not letting a single drop of you go to waste.
“you even taste perfect,” kai sighs and presses a chaste kiss against your pussy lips.
you chest rises and falls as you cool down from your orgasm and you watch kai hover over you through hooded eyes, feeling like you’re floating on a cloud.
he kisses your forehead then settles on top of you, his big strong body against yours.
you hand rubs up and down his back and he snuggles into you.
“did you enjoy your meal?” you ask with a giggle.
kai laughs, “mhm, compliments to the chef.”
hello author! i’m glad that i accidentally stumble on your account & u became one of my guilty pleasures when adulting hits so hard lol
anyway, i didn’t see a soft yandere trope on your guidelines & i would like to request one. any member will do (& i prefer a noona partner 😭)
★ sweetheart
★ — pairing. yeonjun x noona!reader
★ — tags. non-idol au, jealousy, suggestive
★ — word count. 446 words
★ — author’s note. hello!! ^^ so glad my acc can be your guilty pleasure i love me some noona reader content 🤭 and i love the soft yandere/jealousy trope!! thanks for the request i hope this is soft enough for your liking 😭 yeonjun is so cute when he’s jealous~
“here you are, sweetheart,” the waiter slides your breakfast platter to you.
“no compliment for me?” yeonjun asks, lips turned into a pout. the waiter cracks a smile.
“enjoy your food, handsome,” the older gentleman gives yeonjun a wink and a tap on the shoulder as he leaves your booth.
“that was sweet,” you say with a smile.
yeonjun silently digs into his food, avoiding eye contact with you. the diner you’re in this morning is loud, but his silence manages to be louder. he’s giving off an aura you don’t like, one that just screams that he’s upset about something.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
“what was with all the pet names?”
“he complimented the both of us.”
“yeah, but he didn’t call me sweetheart, and he didn’t keep his eyes on me as he handed me my food.”
“so what?”
“so what?” yeonjun echoes. “so if a waitress came here and did the exact same thing to me, you wouldn’t be bothered?”
“well… maybe i’d be a little bothered, but it’s not that big of a deal.”
“yeah, sure…”
“jjun, come on. it’s not like he mounted me on the table and we started having sex right in front of you.”
“i just don’t like the way he talked to you…” yeonjun mumbles. you reach your hand across the table to hold his.
“jjun, i’m yours. anyone can see that.”
“clearly not everyone,” yeonjun shoots a glare to that waiter and you shake your head.
“what will it take for you to believe me?”
yeonjun sits back in his booth seat, seriously considering your question and before you know it, he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you to the restroom.
the cool tile of the restroom wall chills your back as yeonjun’s hands roam your body.
you bite back a moan as he sucks on your neck, plush lips pressed against your skin and leaving yet another bruise in its wake. your legs are wrapped around his waist and he grinds against you in an agonizingly slow pace that has you craving more of him.
“jjunie…” you whimper.
yeonjun’s lips leave your neck with a wet pop and he looks up at you, eyes glimmering with a deceiving innocence.
“hm?” he hums.
“i need you…”
“hm? noona needs me? but i’m right here,” he presses a kiss to one of the many bruises he’s left on your skin and a chill runs down your spine.
“jjunieee,” you whine.
“let me have my fun with you, sweetheart. i’ll give you what you want when we get home. unless… you can’t wait?”
★ warm blood
★ — pairing. fem!kai x fem!reader
★ — tags. non-idol au, afab!kai, fem reader, smut, established relationship, vampire!kai, blood play, menstruation mention, thigh riding, fingering, messy sex
★ — summary. kai is the girl of your dreams, the only one for you, but lately you can’t help but wonder if she’s hiding something…
★ — word count. 3.4k words
★ — author’s note. hopping on the fem!txt train~ i had so much fun writing this one happy early halloween i hope you enjoy~
“Unnie!” Kai greets from down the block with arms wide open. You give her a big hug and she squeezes you tight. You stay there for a moment, giving her all your warmth. You cup her face with your hands and kiss every individual beauty mark on it.
“Missed my pudding,” you coo and Kai smiles shyly, the tips of her ears turning red. You take her hand in yours and you shudder.
“How on earth are you so cold?”
“You know what they say— cold hands, warm heart.”
“Oh, so what does that mean for me?”
“Hm.. it means whatever you want it to mean,” Kai teases and squeals when you go to pinch her.
“You didn’t bring an overnight bag with you,” you point out.
Kai face falls and she hesitates, “N-No, sorry. Something came up and…”
As she trails off with averted eyes, your heart sinks.
“Why didn’t you say something? I had the whole day planned for us.”
“We can still spend the day together, it’s just that I can’t stay over. Sorry, I really thought I could but something came up last minute.”
You were never the type to hide how you feel. You know your face says it all, and Kai looks to you with sympathetic puppy dog eyes.
“Next time, unnie. I promise,” she says.
You find that hard to believe. She said next time last time too, and the time before that.
This sours the entire day for you and no matter how hard you try to not be stuck inside your head and live in the moment, you just can’t. How long was she going to keep doing this last minute? You want to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, despite how warm, soft and welcoming Kai is, she’s a very private person, so you don’t expect her to share every minute detail of her life.
But private and closed off are two different things. Was she not being honest with you?
Kai’s chilly hand on your knee brings you right back to the present moment.
“Are you okay?” Kai asks softly.
You hum and take another sip of your coffee, but you know Kai sees how you really feel. How could she not? You’ve been filling the cafe with negative energy for the past half hour. There’s a tense silence between the two of you. Kai looks like she wants to say something, but doesn’t.
You’re starting to wonder if this entire date was a bust. After all this, you just want to go home alone.
You finish your drinks and exit the cafe, you reach for her hand but something about it feels bittersweet.
“Guess I'll start heading back,” you say.
“Wait,” Kai starts. “I need to tell you the real reason why I didn’t bring an overnight bag.”
You’re doubtful, but willing to hear your girlfriend out. You give her a look that says ‘I’m listening’ and she proceeds, clearing her throat.
“I didn’t bring one because I want you to stay over at my place tonight,” she announces.
You pause, “… Really?”
“Yes, really! I’ve always wanted you to come see my apartment, so I wanted to surprise you.”
You narrow your eyes. Did she really have this planned all along? Her and her friends did have a penchant for tricking you for a quick laugh. Maybe this is just one of those times.
You have to give her credit for being such a good actress.
“You have pads at your place, right?” you ask.
“Yep, I’m always prepared.”
The nerves start to hit as you approach the apartment building where Kai lives. This is your first time seeing her apartment. What does it look like? What does it smell like? You don’t know much about Kai’s place at all, other than the fact that she splits the rent with her older sister.
“Lea’s out of town, by the way,” Kai clarifies, and you give her a look.
“Oh? You trying to get up to something tonight?” you ask with a wink. Kai laughs, you initially said it as a joke but that nervous smile is all you need to see to know that you’re both thinking the same thing.
You’ve been wanting to get Kai alone and on a bed since the moment you started dating. You were instantly attracted the moment you laid eyes on her— tall with long legs, beautiful slender hands, and the cutest nose you’ve ever seen on a person. She was like a model, no, a Greek goddess. And yet despite her being a goddess among mere mortals, she’s so warm, kind, and humble.
You really feel so lucky to be with her.
You’re welcomed by a nicely decorated two bedroom apartment filled with warm orange light from the setting sun.
You ask where the bathroom is and run to it to so you can freshen up and change your pad. You spray on a new layer of cologne, fix up your hair, and undo the top two buttons of your button-down to reveal more of your décolletage. You might be on your period, but you still want some action. You’ve been waiting for the moment for months now.
You emerge from the bathroom feeling like a new woman and Kai takes notice.
“You look fantastic,” she says and presses a quick kiss to your neck. “I’m gonna take a shower. You can wait for me in my bedroom.”
She disappears into the bathroom and you make your way down the hall to bedroom. It’s just as cutesy as you expected it to be. Her bed is riddled with stuffed animals, how she manages to sleep on it, you can’t quite figure out. She has an electronic keyboard and a drum kit too, as expected of someone who loves music as much as she does.
You fall onto her bed, making sure not to crush any of her plushies with your body. You stare at the ceiling, wondering when you’d be looking up at Kai from this exact angle. It could be any minute now…
Time ticks on and on… and before you know it, it’s been thirty minutes since Kai first went to the bathroom. You don’t want to rush her, you know you take your sweet time in the shower too, but you could’ve sworn you heard the water turn off ten minutes ago. You figure she’s just shaving… or, maybe she’s in need of some company.
You smirk and undo one more button on your blouse before opening the bathroom door.
“Kai, I—”
You freeze in the door, shocked at the sight of Kai sitting on the toilet lid with her nose buried in your used pad.
“What the fuck.”
Kai quickly tosses your used menstrual pad into the trash bin, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Unnie, I-I’m sorry this isn’t what it- You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”
You stand in the door, frozen in shocked silence.
“I think we should break up,” she blurts out.
You hear your heart pounding in your ears. A mixture of rage and confusion fill your body.
“What?” you ask in quiet anger. “I just caught you smelling my used pad and you’re the one who wants to break up?”
“Unnie, please listen to me. This has gone too far. I’m sorry, but I can’t be around you anymore. I can’t explain, but trust me it’s for your own good.”
You’re taken aback by how desperate she sounds.
“Did you bring me here to break up with me?”
“No! No, I would never do that to you.”
“Then what? What’s going on? What are you hiding from me?”
Kai freezes, “I-I can’t tell you, it’s—”
“—Kai, just stop. No more excuses. Whatever you’re hiding from me, you need to tell me right now.”
Kai falls silent and fiddles with her hands, looking down at the tiled bathroom floor.
“I can’t promise that I won’t judge you,” you continue. “But all I want is for you to be honest with me.”
“You’re right,” Kai relents with a sigh. “Unnie, I’m… I’m a vampire.”
You stand there in stunned silence.
“… You’re what? Is this a joke?”
“No, no it’s not a joke, I promise. Just… look,” Kai approaches you and opens her mouth wide to reveal her fangs, sharp as daggers. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. You reach forward to touch her teeth for yourself, your fingers brushing against the softness of her lips. You survey her teeth with laser focus. Kai whimpers as your thumb brushes against one of her sharp teeth.
“Are you liking this?” Kai asks.
“I think so,” you say, mesmerized by the sight before you. "Are you?"
Kai nods slowly, as if in a trance.
It all adds up when you think about it. Kai never had a huge interest in food, certainly didn’t like garlic, plus her skin is always cold… Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen her look in a mirror either.
This is exactly like one of your high school fantasies come to life. You’ve had many a naughty dream about a sexy vampire girl whisking you away and taking you for herself. You had no idea something like this could actually be real.
And to be honest, it’s really turning you on.
“Unnie,” she says softly, eyes half lidded and dark as she stares at you like a prey animal. “This is dangerous…”
Your heart races at her saying that. You don’t want her to resist, to deny herself of you— you want to see what she can do with these teeth of hers.
“How?” you ask softly and you can tell she wants to do something. Something has shifted in the air, but Kai grabs your hands and puts a stop to it before it can continue.
“I’m sorry, I can’t…” she says.
“Why not?”
“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” Kai says, sounding guilty. “I get so hungry for you, unnie. Sometimes I just want to…”
“Bite me?”
“Not just that,” Kai says shyly. “I don’t just want to bite you. I want to drink every last drop of you and suck you until there’s nothing left, but I can’t do that to you. I love you, unnie. I really don’t want to hurt you.”
“What if we’re careful…?” you suggest, and Kai looks at you with wide eyes.
“Careful?” she echoes. “A-Are you sure you can trust me to do that?”
“Sure, you’re always so careful with me,” you cup her face and Kai nuzzles your hand.
“Thank you for trusting me, unnie. I promise I’ll be careful with you.”
Kai leans in to kiss you, soft lips pressed against yours. Your kisses deepen as her hands roam your body and your arms wrap around her neck. She presses you up against the wall and leaves kisses from your ear and down your jaw.
“I can smell your blood running through you,” Kai murmurs against your skin.
“H-How does it smell?” you can barely contain your excitement.
“Smells so good…” she takes a deep inhale and sighs, warm breath hitting your neck. The throbbing between your legs is growing to be unbearable. You squeeze your thighs together, yearning for Kai’s sharp fangs to penetrate you.
“Kai, please bite me,” you whine. “I want you to taste me.”
Kai drags her tongue along the side of your neck, slow and warm and wet, and you moan and shudder under her touch. Within seconds, her fangs pierce your skin and your body jolts. It stings, you feel the pain spread through your veins. A burning sensation that engulfs your body as you break into a sweat, but after the initial shock, the burning settles into an arousing warmth that settles between your thighs.
It feels good, so good. Kai sucks and gulps at you hungrily as her fangs drive deeper, moaning against your skin. Your core continues to throb as she drinks from you, devours you like she’s been starving all this time just to indulge in the pleasure of tasting you.
You moan your girlfriend’s name, slowly rutting against her and she pushes her knee between your legs, bumping it right against your throbbing clit.
The thought of a woman so sweet and so gentle like Kai turning feral just for your blood, for your taste, turns you on like nothing else quite has.
Your vision starts to blur and you begin to feel lightheaded as your girlfriend continues to drink from you. Your orgasm is slowly approaching, you can feel it creeping closer, the coil at the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter.
“Kai… Mm, ’m so close…” you moan, words slurred as you slowly begin to fade out of consciousness. The last thing you hear is Kai’s muffled whimpers and moans as she cums, her fangs still deep inside you as she clings to your body as tightly and rides out the waves of her orgasm.
You startle awake and see Kai sitting right by the bed with a large stuffed Molang in her arms.
“Oh thank god, you’re okay,” she says with a sigh of relief.
“What happened?” you mumble as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“I may have gone a little too far,” Kai says sheepishly.
“Looks like we’ll need a safe word for next time.”
“Next time?” Kai asks, sounding hopeful. If she had a tail, it would most certainly be wagging right now. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it, pudding.”
Kai’s eyes glitter and she squeezes your hand in hers.
“So, when can we do it again?” you ask and Kai hums.
“I dunno… I’m not really hungry anymore after last night. I’ll have to see how long this keeps me satiated. I’m so full I probably won’t have to feed for another week or so.”
A whole week until your girlfriend sucks your blood again? You aren’t sure if you can wait that long. You’d never experienced anything like that before. You want to do it again and again; you wouldn’t even mind becoming your girlfriend’s personal Capri Sun for the rest of your life.
Then again, she did almost go overboard last night. It’s better to be careful, so maybe touching yourself to the memory will have to do for the time being.
“I’m sorry for lying to you. I didn’t want to freak you out, but the more I was around you, the stronger my cravings became and it all came to a head when I saw your pads. You’re even more delicious than I thought you would be, unnie. Your blood is so filling, I couldn’t stop myself.”
“I wanna keep you full,” you say and Kai jumps into your arms.
“You keep my heart and my tummy full,” she coos in her exaggerated cutesy voice and covers your face in kisses.
Who knew finding out your girlfriend is a vampire would make her even more… endearing?
The next time you’re with Kai is at your place.
You’re sitting on the couch watching TV, waiting for her to finish up her evening shower. After a while, she emerges from the bathroom with only a pair of panties on and settles onto your lap.
“Unnie, I’m hungry,” Kai says, voice soft and needy. “I need to have you...”
Without a word, you take her hand and lead her to your bedroom. She pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.
“Can I bite you somewhere different?”
“Where?” you ask.
“It’s a surprise,” she says, though it becomes less of a surprise when she yanks your sweatpants off and tosses them to the floor. She pulls your panties off too and shoves her face between your thighs, earning a moan from you.
“You smell so good even when you’re not bleeding,” she says with her nose pressed against your pussy. She gives it a kiss and moves onto the place she wants to give more attention. Kai gives your inner thigh a nice, slow lick with the flat of her tongue before biting into your skin.
You’re still not used to the sharp pinch of her fangs breaking your skin and drawing blood. You flinch and Kai quickly withdraws.
“Are you okay?” she asks, studying your face.
“I’m fine, pudding. Just stung a little.”
“Okay, unnie,” Kai presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “Remember, say pickle chips if it’s too much.” You ruffle Kai’s hair and you feel her smile against your skin briefly before sinking her teeth back into you. You throw your head back and moan as she sucks and slurps at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
She sounds as hungry as ever, whining and moaning against your body. Through half lidded eyes, you can see her touching herself through her panties, and it makes you throb even more. You roll your hips, grinding against nothing as Kai continues to drink from you.
You shut your eyes and reach down to gently rub your clit, surprised when you feel Kai’s cold, lithe fingers on top of yours. Your eyes flutter open and she looks up at you with dark eyes. She doesn’t break eye contact as she continues to drink your blood. Her screwing her eyes shut as she rubs herself is all it takes for you to come undone. You writhe against her, toes curling as Kai continues to devour you through your orgasm, giving you another one in the process.
Once your body goes limp, she retracts her fangs and looks up at you with her doe eyes, a mess of blood around her mouth and coating her lips.
God dammit, she looks adorable.
“C’mere pudding, let me touch you,” you moan and Kai practically jumps at the chance to get on top and straddle you. She greets you with an open mouth kiss, her tongue sliding against yours. For the first time, you taste your own blood on your lips and you don’t exactly get the appeal until you’re tasting it from your lover’s mouth.
“Fuck me, unnie…” Kai says with pleading eyes. “Please, need you to fuck me.” She grabs your hand pulls it toward her wet, aching pussy. You suck in a breath, turned on at just how wet she is. Her dark pubic hair is drenched, sticky and wet from her arousal. You don’t hesitate to give your girl exactly what she wants and shove two fingers into her dripping core.
She whimpers and is quick to do the work herself, hips moving fervently as she grinds herself against your fingers. You watch as she rides, whimpering and mewling as your name leaves her lips in squeaks and moans.
“Feels so good, want you… wan’ you so bad…” she pants, desperate and drunk off of own pleasure. The way she clenches and throbs around your fingers could make you cum by itself. She’s so wet, her juices dripping down your forearm as she continues to fuck herself on your digits.
She finally cums hard, squeezing around your fingers and getting your hand even more wet. She rides out another two orgasms just by using your fingers, you curl them in just the right spot that has her shaking and moaning. She whimpers as your soaked fingers leave her core.
“More… need more…” Kai moans. She sits with your bare thigh between hers and begins rutting against you. She rests her head on your shoulder and bites into your neck, groaning as she sucks your blood. The pain paired with the sensation of her pussy getting your thigh so slick and wet has your mind reeling.
She arches her back and cums all over your thigh. You feel every throb, ever pulse and flutter of her pussy against your skin as she continues to ride out her orgasm. Your body is glistening with sweat and you’re hurting in at least three places you weren’t before this all started, yet you feel like you’re floating on a cloud.
You collapse onto the bed and Kai curls up next to you. You pet her hair and she sighs, happily.
“Got your fix?” you ask.
“Mhm,” Kai nods. “Got my girl dinner and dessert all in one.”
You both giggle and you kiss the tip of her nose.
“You should eat me out on my period,” you say.
“I was gonna before you passed out on me last time!”
“Next time then,” you say.
“Really?”
“Really.”
🩸 taglist: @cherrypeeking @nightlytyuns @huckleberrykai
★ my love, mine all mine
Nothing is certain in this world.
This is something you know for sure; the realization hit particularly hard when lay-offs were happening at your job and you were the first to be on the chopping block.
You spent days stuck in bed, miserable and unsure of what to do next, staring blankly ahead with tired eyes. You'd worked your ass off for years just to be reminded that you're easily replaceable. You loved your job, that love clearly wasn't returned.
But Taehyun... Oh, your sweet Taehyun.
No one loves you, takes your hand and leads you out of the darkness, like Taehyun does.
Taehyun sits on the bed, alongside you and your grief. He rubs your back as you sob for what feels like hours. You still get embarrassed when you cry in front of him, even after all these years, but he doesn't mind. He's seen you in moments much worse than this, bent over a toilet vomiting after a bad night out, or when you pushed him away because you thought you weren't good enough... You still don't think you're good enough for him, but what he said to you that night reverberates through your head in times like these.
"That's for me to decide. I want to stay, so let me stay with you, Y/N. Please."
He wants to stay.
There's nothing you want more than for him to stay.
"Taehyun," you call for your boyfriend, voice quiet and pleading.
"Honey?" he responds warmly.
"C-Can you hold me?"
He doesn't give a verbal answer, but the sudden shifting of the bed and his strong, warm arms around you give you all the answer you need. You close your eyes and suddenly, you're crying all over again.
You're so thankful for him, so thankful you have each other.
★ she's a big boy
★ warnings: femdom!reader, pegging, both reader and gyu refer to reader's strap as her cock
Beomgyu loves taking your strap.
He loves it when you come home and the first thing you do is tell him to strip. He does so with fervor, clothes pooling around his legs until he's bare naked right in front of you.
"Go wait for me on the bed on all fours," you instruct, and he obliges.
Funny, he's usually so quick to talk back, making little quips and sticking his butt out at you before waltzing over to the bed. You pick up on his eagerness to do exactly what you say and come to the conclusion that he must be particularly needy today.
So what do you do?
You take your sweet time.
You decide to keep your clothes on, as a treat. He's told you before that he likes the rough texture of your denim against his bare skin. You like the power that comes with being fully clothed while your cute little toy's completely naked and vulnerable.
You enter the room and watch as your boyfriend's cock twitches at the sight of you.
"Hi, baby boy," you coo. "You ready for me?"
He nods and you give his ass a wide palmed smack. You press your cock against his ass, rubbing it up and down. You love watching his reactions, the way he wiggles his ass and hisses when you purposefully press against him harder.
"Fuck... c'mon..." he groans, and you grab a fistful of his dark hair.
"You rushing me?" you ask, and he quickly backtracks.
"N-No! No, I'd never...!"
"Then stay quiet."
Beomgyu whimpers and you bite back a laugh. He's so precious when he's desperate like this. You rub your silicone cock against his ass and he moans and presses against you.
"Look at you, so ready to take me like the little cockslut you are."
"Yes! Yes, I'm your cockslut. I need it so bad."
You smack his ass again and watch his skin turn red upon impact.
"Go get the lube," you demand.
"Yes, ma'am," Beomgyu gets up to grab the water based lube from your sex toy drawer. He hands it to you, not making eye contact.
Damn, he's really being good today.
He returns to his position on the bed, on all fours for you like the good boy he is. You rub his ass and he presses against you again, your cock pressing against his skin.
"Such a good little slut," you mewl, grabbing his ass before roughly entering him. His back arches and he moans loudly. He presses against you with every rough, deep thrust, matching your pace.
You grab a fistful of his hair and tug hard.
"Mhm, you love momma's cock, don't you?"
"M-Mhm...! Yes, f-fuck! I love it, lo-love momma's cock...!"
★ sensitivity
★ warnings: sakura x fem!reader, nipple play, reader has big titties lol
“Baby? Are you ready yet?” Sakura asks through the bathroom door.
“Almost,” you bend over and clasp your bra together. You pause to take a look in the mirror. Damn, your tits look glorious. The bra itself isn’t too spectacular, it’s just a black mesh balconette bra, but the way it lifts your breasts and gives you the perfect amount of cleavage even makes you want to stop and stare.
Maybe you could get away with just wearing this, but you know your girlfriend would kill you.
You throw on your square neck tank top, finish applying your makeup, and finally step out of the bathroom.
“You look good,” Sakura emphasizes, her arms snaked around your waist as she looks you up and down. “Who are you getting all dressed up for, huh?”
You hum, “No one in particular, just my gorgeous girlfriend who always looks good no matter what. I thought I’d try to get to her level for once.”
“Please, you’re on a completely different level from me! No one’s as beautiful as you,” Sakura kisses your face all over and you giggle, melting into her affection.
You follow Sakura into the bedroom and take a seat on the bed to watch as she gets ready. It doesn’t take her long, everything she wears is baggy but the way she wears it is so effortlessly stylish.
As you watch her meticulously pull her long hair into a ponytail, you start to feel a sort of tingling sensation on your chest.
You roll your shoulders and try to ignore the sensation, but it gets stronger. It’s a sharp pain that borders on pleasurable, and you’re not sure what to do about it.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sakura asks.
You squirm, the almost searing pain of your sensitive nipples rubbing against the mesh was too much to bear.
“Nothing, it’s…”
“No, it’s not nothing,” Sakura’s eyes meet yours. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
You lips press into a line. This is such an embarrassing situation to be in.
“Is this about your outfit? You don’t have to get dressed up for me, baby. We’re just going to the supermarket.”
“No, it’s… it’s my… my nipples,” you mutter.
Sakura pauses for a moment, “Your… nipples? What’s wrong with your nipples? Is your bra too tight?”
“Something like that. It’s the fabric, it’s-it’s rubbing against my nipples and making me…” your words trail off as you squeeze your thighs together. You’re far too embarrassed to continue explaining. You’re sure she gets the message at this point.
“Oh, poor baby,” Sakura coos. “You should’ve said something earlier. Let me help you.”
Sakura sits behind you, her chest flush against your back as she slowly runs her hands under your shirt. The pads of her fingers graze your pert nipples through the fabric of your bra and you wince, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting up your spine.
“Does that feel good?” she whispers and you nod fervently, biting your bottom lip. “How about this?”
The soft pads of her fingers slowly circle your nipples and you feel your core throbbing. You’re back to squirming and you can hear the coy smile in your girlfriend’s voice.
“I had no idea you were so sensitive,” she whispers. “You’ve never let me touch you like this before.” She pinches one of your nipples hard and you gasp, back arching slightly.
“Oh, was that too much for my sensitive baby?” she asks. “I’m sorry, I can’t help wanting to play with you. You’re just, so cute…”
★ liquid temptation
★ tags: fem!kai x fem!reader, vampirism, blood, corruption kink mention
★ a/n: back on my kai vampire gf bullshit i really wanted to write about blood hehe
Kai almost fucks up.
It starts with a hug goodbye at the train station, her face buried in the crook of your neck. Kai takes in the light, floral smell of your cologne but there’s the smell of something else that draws her in.
It’s your blood, thrumming through your veins. She can smell it through your skin, it smells divine. Kai shuts her eyes, brushes her lips against the side of her neck, and you giggle.
“Pudding, that tickles,” you coo, and Kai feels something awaken within her. Something possessive, and hungry. She holds you tighter and it takes everything in her not to bite through your external jugular, to corrupt you and drink you until there’s nothing left.
But the moment is gone when you pull away.
“My train’s here,” you say, a small frown on your face. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
It takes Kai a moment to come back to reality. She shakes it off and gives you a warm smile.
“Mhm, see you tomorrow,” you part ways with a kiss and she waves as the train departs and you can no longer see each other.
She’s gonna have to do something about this once she gets home.
Kai lies in bed, staring at the ceiling as she recalls your warmth and the way you smell.
It drives her wild.
Sometimes she wonders what it would be like if she turned you, made you a bloodthirsty beast just like her. But she doesn’t want that.
No no, you aren’t meant to live this way, to harbor a hunger so primal and self-destructive. You’re her precious woman, her beautiful doll… She wouldn’t dare taint you with this lifestyle. No, Kai wants to keep you safe, warm, and supple… so sweet and soft just for her. You’re hers to love, hers to drink from. For you to be like her and crave the blood of another… she can’t even fathom it.
Kai drags her tongue against the lining of her pillow before her sharp fangs penetrate it. She’s humping her hand, core throbbing at the mere thought of drinking your blood. She imagines the texture of it, so warm and smooth and velvety, filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.
Fuck, you’d taste so delicious. Kai shoves two fingers inside her dripping core, moaning against her pillow. Her hunger and pleasure become one, she wants all of you. Your body, your blood, your pain, your pleasure, she hungers for all of it. She wants it, she needs it.
Her eyes roll into her head as her orgasm rips through her, back arching off of the bed and toes curling as her grip on her pillow tightens. She wishes so badly that her pillow was you. She yearns to hold you so tightly, to keep you as hers and only hers.
It’s getting more difficult for Kai to resist you with each passing day.
The next time she sees you just might be her breaking point.
★ all to myself
★ warnings: sakura x fem!reader, mommy!sakura x baby!reader, fluff, slightly possessive sakura, implied nsfw
“There, all done! How did mommy do?” Sakura asks sweetly as she hands you a hand mirror, allowing you to look at how she’s done your hair, an updo with pretty pink bows.
“Mommy, it’s so pretty!” you coo and Sakura leans over to kiss the top of your head. She loves moments like these, when you sit on the floor between her knees and let her doll you up the way she wants to. You love this too, it offers you a glimpse into how she sees you. You’re hers, soft and delightful and precious.
You stand up and twirl around in the outfit your mommy picked out for you.— a white ruffle dress accented with soft pink and blue ribbons.
“Let me get a good look at you,” Sakura motions for you to come closer and you move forward, standing between her legs. She wraps her arms around your waist and nuzzles your tummy.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go out after all,” she says, warm voice muffled by the fabric of your dress.
“Wha- Why not, mommy? You worked so hard to make me look good.”
“I never have to work hard to make you look good, baby,” Sakura says. “The problem is that you look too good. I should keep you home so only I can admire you.”
Her gaze on you is steady and unyielding; she looks up at you with those deep, siren eyes. Her eyes are so full of love, yet so possessive, so eager to keep you all to herself.
"How do you feel about staying home and doing a little photoshoot with mommy instead?" she asks, her tone making her intentions clear. You feel a warmth spread throughout your body, goosebumps breaking out on your skin as Sakura slides her hand under your white ruffle petticoat to rub the back of your thighs.
You might not have this pretty dress on for very long after all.
★ lover’s embrace
★ author’s note: we need more gf chaewon fics on here!! i feel like chaewon would give good hugs <3
★ tags: chaewon x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort
You really want a hug.
The urge hits you as you and Chaewon are putting groceries away. You’re sure your girlfriend is talking about something important, but all you can do is watch her, her small frame as she stands on the step stool to put away various spices in your cabinet.
She’s so lovely, so sweet. You really want a hug…
“Chae-chae,” you start shyly, the use of her moniker immediately grabbing her attention.
“Hm?”
You feel heat rising in your cheeks now that you have your girlfriend’s full attention, her big bright eyes on you.
“Can I… get a hug?” you ask.
Chaewon’s eyes light up as she opens her arms to embrace you.
“Of course you can!” She jumps down from the plastic stool and pulls you into her arms.
Chaewon is shorter than you, but her embrace swallows you whole, encapsulates you in her warmth and her floral perfume. You shut your eyes and sink into the hug as you nuzzle against your girlfriend’s neck.
“You don’t have to ask me for hugs, honey.”
“I know, but you know how I am. It’s… it’s hard.”
“I know, honey. It’s hard, but you’re trying your best. I’ll come hug you and you can come get me for hugs whenever you’re ready, ‘kay?”
You hum, eyes still shut. Chaewon rubs your back, you can feel the soft warmth of her skin through your clothes.
“I love you,” Chaewon whispers. You’re still not used to hearing someone say that and mean it.
It’s still a little hard for you to say back, but it doesn’t feel scary to say like it did in your previous relationships. With Chaewon, it feels right. It feels safe.
You feel safe.
“I love you, too.”
happy birthday to my magnum opus, still one of my most favorite fics i’ve ever written! 🥺
❥ late bloomer
✿ pairing: non-idol!taehyun x noona!reader
✿ summary: your high school and college years were nothing short of uneventful. no first dates, no first kiss, no first boyfriend, nothing. but when you and taehyun hit it off at an art exhibit and start a relationship, you know you want him to be your first for everything. but does taehyun know he's your first?
✿ genres: established relationship, smut, slight angst
✿ warnings: slight age gap (reader is 25, taehyun is 21), virgin reader, soft dom taehyun, body worship, mirror sex, voyeurism
✿ word count: 5.8k words
✿ a/n: hi friends! i've been noticing an increase in the taehyun noona lover agenda, so i thought why not toss my hat in and give y'all a noona reader fic of my own? i hope you enjoy <3
very special thank you to @cherrypeaking for being my sounding board while writing this fic! screenshots were shared, tears were shed, memories were made 🥹
You zoom down the streets of Seoul with purpose, the wind blowing through your hair as you blast Carly Rae Jepsen’s entire discography in your car, not caring if anyone’s bothered by the way the bass shakes your car. Today’s a special day, after all.
You and Taehyun’s halfiversary, to be specific. It was like pulling teeth trying to get him to play along with the gimmick of celebrating the first six months of your relationship, but you were too excited not to celebrate it. You had a feeling there would be many more months to come, you knew it from the first date. You’ve never been more certain about anything.
You roll up to Taehyun’s apartment complex and turn your music down to a whisper’s volume. You text him indicating that you’re outside and he steps out moments later. He looks so dashing in a white dress shirt, black pants, his dark hair pushed back, and a Rolex adorning his wrist. As soon as he slides into your car, you’re hit with the scent of his woodsy, floral cologne.
Does he have any idea how irresistible he is?
“Happy halfiversary, baby,” you say and lean in, smiling into the kiss he gives you. You playfully smack him on the arm when he doesn’t return the greeting and he holds back a smile, his lips pressing into a line.
“Come on, you have to say it too!”
“Or what, the magic won’t work?” he asks dryly.
“Come on, say it!” you whine, then cross your arms. “I’m not driving us to our reservation until you say it.”
His smile gets harder to suppress as you give him puppy eyes, you can tell his resolve is beginning to crack.
“Happy… halfiversary, Y/N,” he finally says. You pump your fist and kiss him on the cheek. He can’t stop himself from smiling and neither can you.
If there’s one thing you’ve grown to admire about Taehyun, it’s his dry sense of humor. He takes so much pleasure in messing with you, but you love to return the energy, pushing the boundaries of just what you can get him to do in the name of love.
You switch to the playlist you and Taehyun made when you first started seeing each other and warmth spreads in your chest as you reminisce.
It hasn’t been too long you started dating, but every day has been so bright since Taehyun entered your life.
You’re relieved by everything he is. Protective, kind, warm in his own special, Taehyun way. His warmth radiates even as he sits across from you and holds your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. The flame of the candle between you enhances the brown in his eyes.
Being an art museum security guard is a niche job that requires you to look tough and always be on your toes, but being around Taehyun allows you to let your guard down.
You’re the older of the two of you; you’re a couple of months into being 25 and Taehyun turned 21 just days before you met, but you turn into such a giddy child whenever he’s around.
You swing your arms as you hold hands and walk through the city streets together, and Taehyun watches you in amusement, a quiet fond smile on his face.
You make your way from the restaurant to the grocery store to stock up on snack foods for the night.
As you and Taehyun load your many bags of snacks into the trunk of your car, it finally hits you.
You’re going to be spending the night with him for the first time. You’ve never spent the night with a boyfriend before, much less even had a boyfriend before, period.
Your CRJ marathon continues as you drive back to Taehyun’s apartment. Want You In My Room starts to play and the heat rises in your cheeks. You try to keep your cool as the song plays. You’re having good conversation, but of course it settles to silence in the middle of the first chorus.
♪ I wanna do bad things to you / Slide on through my window / (I want you in my room) / Baby, don’t you want me, too? ♪
You get flustered and quickly switch to the next song.
“Subtle,” Taehyun remarks and you want to bury yourself in your steering wheel.
Despite your prior embarrassment, Taehyun has your back pressed against the wall the moment his front door shuts behind you. His hands slide up your waist and to the side of your neck as his lips press against yours.
He kneels in front of you and runs his hands up your legs and under your dress to play with the tops of your sheer tights.
“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his his hands down to rest on the backs of your thighs. He’s so breathtaking from this angle, looking up at you with those eager, glittering eyes.
His breath is fanning against your thigh, sending tingles up your spine and making you dizzy. Every cell in your body is urging you, screaming at you to say yes.
And yet…
“Wait,” you say, breathing a little heavily. “I… uh, I-I didn’t shave.”
“That doesn’t bother me.”
“Well, it bothers me,” you emphasize, sounding more offended than you intended. Taehyun pauses to look at you for a moment before the warmth of his hands slowly leave your body. You feel a pang of guilt and offer a meek apology as he rises to his feet.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
But that’s the problem. You do want to, you really really want to.
But there’s a massive roadblock that always stands in your way whenever situations like this arise.
A roadblock called inexperience.
You change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night watching competitive cooking shows on Netflix while gossiping about your work lives and sharing snacks like you’re two kids having a sleepover.
You fall asleep on the couch snuggled into his side and you’re stirred awake by his movement.
“Let’s get to bed,” he says sleepily. He helps you up from the couch and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you realize you’ll be sleeping in the same bed together for the first time.
Once it dawns on you that you’re sleeping together, you’re too giddy to possibly fall asleep. You say goodnight when Taehyun falls asleep, but you’re still up, taking in the atmosphere of his bedroom. He has blackout curtains but a small, round galaxy lamp casts shadows on the ceiling and grants the perfect amount of light to the room. Everything smells like him, floral and woodsy like his cologne, but also like the lavender scent of his hair shampoo.
You could imagine yourself here more often.
When you wake up hours later, all you can do is stare at Taehyun’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, even with his mouth slightly open and messy hair.
“Morning,” Taehyun says. His morning voice is so sexy, it warms up your entire body. He throws an arm over you and snuggles you closer. You’re close enough for the tips of your noses to touch, close enough to hear his breathing.
“G’morning,” you say then kiss the tip of your boyfriend’s nose.
“I made a brunch reservation for 10:00,” he says. “It’s a quarter to 9 now, so we have time.”
“Time for what?” you ask.
“Time for this,” Taehyun pounces on you and kisses you. You kiss him back and things get heated pretty quickly with his tongue making its way past your lips and into your mouth.
Your heart catches in your throat when you feel his morning wood poking at your inner thigh.
“Wanna make a mess before we get ready?” he asks, his tone suggestive as he slips his fingers past the fabric of your worn t-shirt. Your heart is hammering in your chest as the warmth of his hand against your waist makes you dizzy.
“I-I think we should start getting ready,” you say, shying away from Taehyun’s touch. He looks a bit disappointed but ultimately does what you say and removes his hands from your body.
You quickly get up to get your clothes for the day and go to take your shower.
The rest of the day is awkward, to say the least.
You and Taehyun walk back from brunch. You reach for his hand and hold it, but he doesn’t hold yours back. Taehyun, the chronic hand holder, not reaching for your hand as soon as you left the restaurant already raised a red flag, but him not holding your hand at all?
You get back to his place and take a seat on the couch. Taehyun sits on the couch too, but not immediately next to you. And at first, you chalk that up to him needing a bit of space. It’s not like he was icing you out, he wasn’t kicking you out, after all. He was still in the same room with you, just a little more quiet and distant than usual.
He’s pretty quiet for the rest of the day, giving you tacit responses when you ask questions and giving a half-hearted laugh when you try to tell a joke or make him laugh.
You finally notice things are wrong when he’s cooking dinner. You wrap your arms around his waist and he exhales through his nose.
“Now you want to touch me?” he asks. Your heart breaks a little as you let go of him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.
“Nothing.”
Oh, so now it’s back to the short responses?
“No, it’s not nothing,” you say, it’s impossible to hide that you’re upset. “What did you mean?”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” he asks. Where did this tone come from? He sounds like he’s joking, but not really. It’s really setting you off.
“Clearly there’s something I’m not getting,” you say.
“Then maybe you need some time to figure it out. Time away from me.”
You’re taken aback.
“Taehyun, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying you should probably go,” he finally turns to face you and his face is devoid of any warmth. When he looks at you with those cold eyes, it’s like the warmth leaves your body as well.
You search his face for any inkling of mirth or signs of him joking, but you don’t find any.
He really wants you to leave.
“Fine, I have work tomorrow anyway,” you stuff your clothes back into your bag, and storm out of Taehyun’s apartment without even a second glance. He doesn’t even look at you as you leave.
You walk to your car, not being able to hear much over your heart pounding in your ears. By the time you’re seated behind the wheel, your heart plummets.
It hits you that you’ve hurt your boyfriend’s feelings big-time. You didn’t need to see him on your way out to know that.
You can’t even bring yourself to start your car. You sit behind the wheel and hold back your tears until you can’t any longer, tears spilling down your cheeks while you mentally beat yourself up for having done this. Why were you so afraid? Why were you going out of you way to drive a wedge between the two of you?
It’s like you wanted him to hate you.
You check your phone at every red light, hoping and praying that he reaches out to you first, but to no avail. No message, no phone call, nothing from him.
A sinking feeling festers at the pit of your stomach. You’re not sure if you even want to go home, but you can’t think of anywhere else you could go.
Your housemates Jihyo and Nayeon are sitting in the living room laughing at something on TV and you know you’ve tanked the energy the moment you step through the door.
“You’re back,” Jihyo greets from the couch. “How’d it go?”
“It was… nice,” you say, voice strained.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, clearly detecting that something’s wrong.
You can already feel the tears returning and you can’t stop them from falling. You break down into sobs and both Jihyo and Nayeon get up to console you. They lead you to the couch to sit down and you tearfully explained everything that has led up to this point.
“I hurt him,” you say between sobs and Nayeon rubs your shoulder. “He’s never gonna speak to me again.”
“Did he say that?” Jihyo asks.
“No, but he didn’t need to. Ever since this morning, he’s been tiptoeing around me and walking on eggshells trying not to upset me. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even sit near me. He probably thinks I hate him.”
“Sounds like he thinks you’re mad at him,” Nayeon suggests.
“I’m not mad at him, I’m just.. scared of messing up.”
“Why are you so scared of going through with it?”
“I-I don’t think I’m ready. It’s something I want, but I don’t feel ready. There are only so many articles you can read and videos you can watch in preparation. Nothing compares to actual experience, and until meeting Taehyun, I’ve had none. What if I do something wrong? What if there’s something wrong with the way I smell or the way I taste or I can’t get into the right positions or—”
“—Y/N, no one’s first time is perfect,” Nayeon says. “The only way it can be close to perfect is by communicating with each other.”
“Right,” Jihyo adds. “Just like how you can’t read his mind, he can’t read yours either. You have to talk things through with him, even if it’s hard.”
You fall silent.
“Does he know he’s your first?” Jihyo asks.
You shake your head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Y/N, you should tell him,” Nayeon says. “He should understand, he loves you.”
“After tonight, I’m not so sure he does. I don’t wanna lose him.”
“Please, you should see the way he looks at you,” Jihyo says. “He looks at you like you hung the moon and put every star in the sky. You’re not gonna lose him over this, just talk it out.”
You keep Jihyo and Nayeon’s words in mind as your fingers hover over your phone screen the following afternoon.
You have to do this, it’s now or never. A knot forms in your throat as you begin to type.
you: Hey are you busy tonight? I want to talk
taehyun: We’re talking now
you: No I wanna talk to you in person
you: If that’s okay
you: We can meet at that cafe you like
taehyun: That’s fine I have time after work
you: Okay see you then
He doesn’t respond and your entire body gets tense. Jihyo wasn’t wrong about this being hard.
You end up arriving first, standing outside the café with your hands in your pockets mentally hyping yourself up for this difficult conversation. You can do this. It’ll be hard but it’s important for your relationship.
You spot Taehyun from the corner of your eye and walk toward him, greeting him and giving him a hug. He doesn’t hug you back, that on its own worries you, but you try not to let it discourage you.
“How are things?” you ask from the across the table.
“Fine,” he says. His tone is so cold, not like the playful kind of cold tone he uses to tease you, but genuinely cold, distant even. A frigid silence settles between the two of you and your throat tightens.
“I wanna apologize for last weekend,” you start. “I didn’t mean to be so weird.”
“It’s fine,” Taehyun says, his voice is tense and it unsettles you.
“No, it’s not fine. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry.”
Taehyun is unusually quiet, part of you wants to ask him why but you also want to give him the proper space to think.
"Y/N, be honest. Are you trying to break up with me?"
That question hits you like a slap in the face.
"What?"
"Whenever I try to touch you, you always push my hands away, change the topic, or run away. This didn’t start with last weekend, it’s been going on for a while now and I don’t know if I can take it anymore. What am I doing wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"No, no. Taehyun, you're not doing anything wrong."
"Then why are you pushing me away?"
"I’m not pushing you away, I just…" you hesitate, looking down at your hands then back up at Taehyun, who's looking at you expectantly. He’s a bit upset, but it's clear that he wants to hear what you have to say for yourself.
The thing is, you aren't completely prepared to say it. You swallow, fighting the dryness seizing your throat.
"I’ve spent all my life feeling invisible. My friends had their first kisses before I did, got married before I did, started having kids before I did while I couldn’t even get a date. I felt like time was running out for me, and then I met you. Taehyun, you make me feel seen. Being with you makes me feel like the lovesick teenager I never got to be. Before we got together, I'd never had a boyfriend, been on a date, held someone's hand, or had my first kiss. You've been my first for everything, but whenever sex comes into play, I-I get scared.”
“Scared?”
“Scared that I won’t measure up, scared of how you’d react. You’ve had years of experience with different partners while I just bought a vibrator for the first time this year. Can you believe it? 25 and I just bought my first sex toy,” you say with a wry laugh. “You make me so happy, Taehyun. There’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with, but the thought of disappointing you or making you slow down for me hurts too much. I don’t want to do that to you."
There’s a long silence between the two of you. Taehyun pulls you into a tight hug. You’re startled at first, but you soon close your eyes and wrap your arms around him in return.
“I don’t even know where to start,” he sighs. “I’m- I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
Another thing you’ve learned to love about Taehyun is his firm belief of actions speaking louder than words. The way he holds you tight in this café speaks for him perfectly. Sometimes words aren’t needed and this is one of those times for him.
“Let’s make some plans,” Taehyun says, determined. “I’m gonna give you the best first time you’ll ever have.”
As the week progresses, Taehyun texts you asking about your sexual preferences, your kinks, anything you’d like to try, and you answer to the best of your abilities. You blush when he tells you the things he’d like to do to you.
Things like tying you up, spitting in your mouth, overstimulation, the works. He emphasized that he’d only do these things if you want him to, but little does he know that you’d let him run you over with a tractor as long as he called you his princess while doing it.
But maybe you’ll reserve those for after your first time. Baby steps.
You open your underwear drawer and the tip of your one and only vibrator is staring you right in the face.
You stare at it for a good minute, wondering if you should bring it along on your journey. You suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea and tuck the toy into your purse.
You throw on your best dress and heels and make your way out the door. Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute but talking things through with Taehyun all week combined with your housemates’ good luck texts this morning give you all the confidence you need.
Your heart is pounding as you walk down the narrow hallway of his floor and get closer to his apartment. You knock on the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly dressed down Taehyun. He’s got a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, a far cry from the glam look you decided to go with for today.
“Wow, you got all dressed up for me?” Taehyun wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.
“I feel so overdressed,” you confess.
“Don’t worry, that won’t matter later,” he says with a smile and your cheeks burn. He leads you to his bedroom, but you can hardly wait to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him.
You don’t even make it to the bed before you pounce on him, pressing his back to his bedroom door and kissing him hard. He leans into it almost automatically as his hands find your waist to pull you impossibly closer.
“Have I ever told you how sexy your legs look in tights?” Taehyun asks, running his hands up your legs.
“No, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it a couple hundred more times.”
“As you wish,” Taehyun kisses your neck and his hands go to the tops of your tights. He peels them off of your legs and casts them to the side. He sucks on the skin of your neck and you sigh at the sensation as he leaves a few pretty hickies behind.
His hands trail up your ass and to the invisible zipper on the back of your dress. Your heart skips a beat as you feel your dress slowly fall off of your body and pool around your feet on the floor. Taehyun grabs your shoulders and turns you toward the full-length mirror. He snakes his arms around your waist to hug you from behind.
”God, look at you,” Taehyun whispers against your skin. “I can’t believe no one’s gotten their hands on you yet. How did I get so lucky?”
Taehyun sits at the end of the bed and pulls you down onto his lap so that you’re still facing the mirror.
“Lift your hips,” he says into your ear. You do as your told and lift your hips so he can take your panties off. Once he rolls them down your thigh, you wriggle out of them and kick them off to the side. Taehyun unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you, letting it fall to the floor next to your underwear.
It’s a little embarrassing, sitting in his lap completely naked while he’s fully clothed.
Taehyun explores your naked body with his hands, fingers dragging up your thighs to your stomach to squeeze your breasts. You close your eyes and relax into his touch, feeling every individual callus on the skin of his palm. He slides his thumb over your bottom lip and you sigh, granting him access to your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your mouth and your tongue lazily swirls around his fingers before you begin to suck on them.
“That’s it, princess. You’re a quick learner,” he says and you tingle from his praise. He thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth and you suck on his digits with every movement.
After a minute or so, he pulls them out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your eyes shoot open when you feel his saliva coated fingers in your pussy. Your back arches from the sensation and you make a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before. Taehyun chuckles.
“You’re so cute,” he whispers and kisses the shell of your ear. “So wet already and we’ve just barely started. I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”
He grabs your jaw with his free hand and turns your head to face the mirror head-on.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror for me.”
You obey, but it’s so hard. Your vision goes blurry as you watch as his fingers thrust in and out of your wet, throbbing entrance. He curls them in just the right way to have you moan so loudly that you shock yourself. You throw your hand over your mouth, but Taehyun quickly removes it.
You've never seen or heard yourself like this before. He’s driving you absolutely wild.
His erection presses against your ass and when you grind against it, his breath hitches.
He rubs at your swollen clit with the heel of his palm. It’s enough to have you clamping your legs shut and squirming in his lap. Taehyun uses his free hand to hold your leg open as he continues to tease your clit at that same, excruciatingly slow rhythm.
You come undone, high pitched moans leaving your lips as you writhe in his lap and he holds you in his strong arms. He continues to finger you through your orgasm until you’re reduced to a panting and whimpering mess.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re so good, princess.”
You go limp in his arms and he holds you, closing his eyes and burying his face in your bare shoulder.
“Are you okay? Do you have enough energy to get on the bed for me?” he asks. You nod and he helps you up anyway, taking your hand and getting you properly seated on the bed.
You sleepily watch as Taehyun slowly undresses, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the nearest laundry basket. He pulls a foil packet from the pocket of his sweatpants and places it on his nightstand.
And then, suddenly, you have a lightbulb moment.
“Can we try something?” you ask.
Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “In the mood to experiment already?” You nod shyly and he leans in, eager to listen.
“Can you get my vibrator from my purse? I want you to use it on me.”
It’s a simple little thing, a pink silicone rabbit vibrator about five inches tall.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, hand resting on your thigh.
You shrug, “I don’t know, be creative.”
“How about you show me how you use it?” he tosses the device to you and your mouth goes dry.
“You’ve used it on yourself before, right? I want to watch you use it.”
You’re frozen in place as the gears in your brain slowly turn in an effort to process what he just said.
“You’re already naked, love. Just get in the usual position you’re in when you use it. I won’t judge you, I promise.”
You’re hesitant but you eventually roll over onto your stomach and shift onto your knees so that your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the softness of one of the memory foam pillows. It smells just like his shampoo, you close your eyes and bury yourself in the scent until your eyes suddenly snap open and you remember what you’re in the middle of.
You can’t see Taehyun but can you feel his eyes on you and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“I’m waiting,” he says in a teasing tone and your face heats up. You press the button at the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on and hold it against your pussy, not yet sliding it inside. You take a breath and rub it against your slit, your thighs twitching when it brushes by your sensitive clit.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
You jolt at the question, already feeling flushed.
“Don’t be shy, you can tell me. It’ll be our little secret.”
He must think he’s so funny. It’s hard to concentrate, your mind is already foggy as you try to focus on your own pleasure while trying to put on a good first show for your boyfriend.
“Put it inside,” he says, softly but commanding. You do as he says, mewling as you push the silicone toy into your dripping core.
“Do you imagine me fucking you?”
Taehyun hovers over you, his toned chest pressing against your back. He kisses your shoulder and slides a hand down over your busy hand, helping you to thrust the vibrator in and out of you.
“It doesn’t compare to me, does it? Doesn’t stretch you out and fill you up like I can, either.”
The mere thought of having him inside you is enough to turn you on even more. Your pussy tightens around the toy, but he’s right. It isn’t enough. You want— no, you need more.
You need him.
“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t cum? Not even with me helping you?”
Your eyes are brimming with tears, you’re so close yet overstimulated at the same time and you’re not sure you can take this any longer. You wordlessly shake your head.
“Want my cock instead?” he asks and you nod fervently. He pulls the vibrating toy out of you and the vibrating sensation that initially numbed your pussy is replaced with the head of Taehyun’s cock. You whimper and he kisses your shoulder.
“Let me know if I need to slow down, okay?”
You give a nod and he plants another kiss on your shoulder before aligning his cock against your pussy and pushing into you. You hiss, hands tightly gripping the cotton sheets beneath you as you feel him slowly fill you. Your body feels like it’s on fire, stretching around him burns, but the pain slowly starts to settle in the boundary of pleasure as Taehyun slowly slides into you until he bottoms out.
You’re pretty sure you’ve elevated to higher plane. You can feel every curve and vein of his length inside you, he fits you so perfectly.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft as a feather.
“Mhm,” you sigh. “Feels so good…”
“Mm, that’s my girl,” he rubs your thighs and up towards your stomach. “Relax, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”
You steady your breathing for a moment before he drags his length out of you and plunges it back in. He thrusts particularly deep and hits a spot that has you drooling and grabbing the sheets until your hands start shaking.
“Fuck, Taehyun…!” you cry.
“I’m here, princess. I’m here,” he says soothingly. “You’re doing so good.”
He continues to pound into you, hitting that same spot over and over, it feels so good you could cry. His girthy cock is filling you up, stretching you out so perfectly; you can’t imagine why you waited so long for this, but you’re so glad you’re experiencing it now.
Your entire body runs hot and your thighs quake as you feel a pressure building in your hips.
“T-Taehyun, I’m… ‘m- shit, I’m so close,” you squeak.
“Cum for me, princess. I want you to fucking drench me,” Taehyun says, thrusting faster. “Come on, give it to me.”
You cum so hard that your entire body shakes and your voice breaks. You call Taehyun’s name over and over like it’s a prayer and he holds you tight. Your reaction is enough to push him over the edge as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re mine, no one else can have you,” he breathes, thrusting in you faster and faster until he finally cums. You shudder at the way his cock swells inside of you. Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath.
“C’mere, I wanna look at you…” Taehyun pulls out and turns you over on your back so that he’s hovering over you. The outline of his toned body has your heart racing. It’s only been seconds but you already miss the feeling of him inside you.
“You’re so pretty,” he leans in to kiss your forehead and you instantly get butterflies. He falls onto you and you wrap your arms around his waist. You lay there for a minute, still catching your breath until your breathing is in sync.
“Y/N, I want…” his words trail off, he looks flustered. You silently urge him to continue and he gives you a shy, hesitant look you’ve never seen before.
“You might not have been my first, but I want you to be my last,” he confesses. “I know it might be too soon to say it, but I—”
Before Taehyun can continue, you grab his face and kiss him. It’s clumsy, your faces mush together in an awkward kind of way but you can’t help the way you’re feeling. All the admiration and fondness you have for him overtook you like a tidal wave. You separate and he stares at you with wide eyes.
“Sorry, continue.” you apologize, breathless. Taehyun looks at you with amusement.
He chuckles, “No, I think that spoke for me just fine.”
“Come on, say it.”
“Are you gonna interrupt me again?”
“Only if you want me to,” you say with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows. Taehyun laughs, it sounds like the ringing of bells.
“I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.”
You smile, holding back your tears of happiness, “I hope you know there’s no getting rid of me now that you’ve said that.”
“Wouldn’t want that for the world,” Taehyun kisses you and lays his head on your bare chest. You run your hands through his hair.
“I love you, Taehyun. I love you so much.”
★ don't smile
★ — pairing. yunho x gn!reader
★ — summary. a fun night out turns into a night you regret.
★ — tags. non-idol au, post-breakup, angst, smoking, reader has depression
★ — word count. 1.2k words
★ — author’s note. don’t smile by sabrina carpenter has been stuck in my head all day so i had to write a lil something~ hope you enjoy it! consider this an apéritif before my bigger yunho fic comes out! thanks for reading <3
“Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa ‘dentro!”
You chant with your friends before downing yet another shot of fireball. It burns going down and makes your eyes water, but the warmth that spreads through your body afterwards is welcoming considering how cold it is outside.
“Going out for a cig, I’ll be back,” you announce to your friends. You fish for your box of One Slims in your coat pocket and pull one out. The cigarette hangs between your teeth and rests against your bottom lip as you search for your lighter. You take a long drag and watch your surroundings as you lean against the building.
Smoking was a habit you got sucked back into recently. You’d been clean for nearly two years, but your breakup with Yunho was what brought it back.
You shake that thought off. No need to think about your ex-boyfriend tonight, you’re here to have a good time. It’s amazing to you how Hongdae manages to stay so packed even in the middle of January, you think to yourself. You turn to watch the other clubs and bars fill with people, and…
No, it’s not… it can’t be.
There’s no mistaking it. That’s him, that’s Yunho.
He’s standing outside the bar, holding hands with a woman you’ve never seen before. Their fingers are interlocked and Yunho’s doing that thing he used to do with you where he strokes your hand with his thumb. He’s all smiles as he looks at her with stars in his eyes.
In that moment, the cold air around you feels suffocating, your lungs feel like they’re made of lead. You can’t will yourself to move, to turn away and walk in the opposite direction. It’s as if your feet have been suctioned to the sidewalk. All you can do is stand and watch in abject horror. Your cigarette falls from between your trembling fingers and onto the pavement.
Hearing Wooyoung call your name snaps you out of it, and by the time you’re back to the present moment, Yunho is out of your line of sight.
“Hey, we were lookin’ for you,” Wooyoung says as he emerges from the crowded bar with San at his side.
You almost can’t believe what you just saw. It all feels like something out of a terrible dream.
“Oh,” you say flatly. You can’t hide that the air had been knocked out of you. Your eyes are already beginning to sting.
“I should start heading home, it’s late.” You can already feel your throat tightening.
“Now? Are you sure?” San asks. “Come on, things are just getting started.”
“Yeah, I’m- I’m really tired. Sorry. Have a good time without me, okay?”
San and Wooyoung call after you, but you turn away and walk toward the train station as quickly as your legs will allow you. You don’t want to turn back. You can’t.
You cringe internally at the way your voice shook just now. You hold down the power button on your phone and catch the next train back to your neighborhood. You can’t stop replaying that moment in your head. Yunho looked so happy, much happier than he was when he met with you at the park to break things off. Your stomach twists at the memory, he tried so hard to put on a happy front, delivering such devastating news with a smile.
Tears start streaming down your face and you can’t stop them. You’re so angry at him, at yourself. Of course he’s moved on by now. He’s Yunho, after all. Sweet, handsome, kindhearted Yunho. It was only a matter of time before someone saw all the radiant beauty in him, but did it have to be so soon? It’s only been two months since you broke up— was he that excited to get rid of you?
He stuck with you through every depressive episode, every moment you wanted to give up on everything. Everyone has a breaking point, did he reach his?
Were you a burden to him this entire time?
You’d only been together for a year and a half, but that time meant the world to you. He was everything you ever wanted, it felt like a dream to be with him. It was only a matter of time before you woke up from it.
You wake up with a pounding headache the next morning. You figure now is the perfect time to turn your phone back on. Part of you hopes to get a call or a text from Yunho acknowledging what happened last night. Maybe he spotted you and thought about you, too.
Instead you’re faced with a hoard of missed calls from Wooyoung and concerned text messages from the rest of your friend group. You figure you owe it to your friends to let them know you’re okay. You hit send on your message to the groupchat and promptly decide to call Wooyoung back.
He picks up within two rings.
“Morning,” he greets, sounding a bit groggy. “Did you get back home safe?”
“Yeah, thanks. Sorry for running off last night, I was just—”
“—No, it’s fine. You weren’t ready, I shouldn’t have pushed it. Are you okay?”
You sigh, preparing yourself to lie. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
“You sure? You don’t sound alright.”
You bite the inside of your bottom lip to stop the tears from escaping your eyes, but to no avail. You break down into sobs, your entire body shaking.
“Last night, I saw him… I saw Yunho. He was with someone new.”
Wooyoung gasps. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry…”
“He looked so happy,” you sob. “He’s so happy with her and I made him so fucking miserable when we were together.”
“That’s not true. Yunho had nothing but good things to say about you the whole time you were together. Hell, even before he asked you out, he wouldn’t shut up about you. He loved you, Y/N.”
“Then why? Why did things have to end the way they did? Why did he move on so quickly?”
“I dunno, I wish I knew why,” Wooyoung says. “But he lost out on someone amazing. It’s his loss.”
“God, I should’ve known he was with someone new, he’s been so quiet in the groupchat lately. I just thought, y’know, since it’s taking me this long to get over him…” Your words trailed off with a sniffle. “I want him to miss me. Am I asking for too much? I just want him to miss me.”
You’ve missed Yunho every day since he said goodbye on that park bench.
“Listen to me, Y/N. Love found you when you and Yunho got together and it’ll find you again. I promise it will.”
“Okay,” you say, but you don’t believe him. You know he means well, he always does, but you don’t want love to find you again. You don’t have the energy in you to have another talking stage, to be vulnerable with another person, to have someone new see you at your worst.
You don’t want another do-over with someone new.
You just want your Yuyu back.