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why does he look so good watching MC be tortured

i always find myself back here

— Nitya Prakash

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The relationship is mutual lmao

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Sigma moment

Seb in herbology class 🌱

MY BAEEEEEE

me. i’m insane.

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HAPPY PS4 RELEASE DAY!

Exactly one year ago, this mf of a pixel boy smirked his way into my heart! Inspired me to get back into writing! Inspired me to read again! Made me dive head first into my first proper fandom! Share my passion with others!

There've been ups and downs, but I don't regret a single day! I might be on a HL hiatus for now, but I am still grateful for all the experiences I made along the way! The people I've met! Thank you for coming along, for the fun times!

Let's see what the future holds!

LORD

The first time (Seb Ver.)

The full version is in undercut, as there is no direct expression, but there is a description of the first time sex act.

There is a similar scene in the fiction I wrote soon after I got into HL, and the fact that Sebastian and MC have been through so much in the year since they met excites me so much! I hope that when Virgin!MC first gets intimate with Sebastian, amidst the pain of losing her virginity, she remembers that the pain of the Cruciatus curse she experienced in the past when they were still just friends was more painful, and she is thrilled by the joy of being one with him after so many adventures, sorrows and overcoming together I think😍

STOP I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

getting fucked on hyuka’s bed full of stuffed animals

hnmgnfnnnnn im gonna go crazy i want him . this could go two ways tbh like either he’s adamant on ruining u amongst things so seemingly innocent or he’s turning them around bc they shouldn’t see the stuff he’s abt to do to u!!!!! >< hugging one of them while his hips rut into urs n biting it every now and again to keep ur voice down (he’ll whine at u abt that later) n he leans a little closer to grunt how cute u are and how good u feel right in ur ear ggaaaahhh 🤯🤯🤯🤯

"how about we kiss?" / taehyun

rating: explicit

an: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability but taehyun does "top" so if ur uncomfy with that pls don't read!! barebacking, tummy bulging (a little), etc etc., lol

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you flip to your stomach, cheek smushed into your pillow. you can't get comfortable. you've spent thirty minutes lying here in a dozen different positions, and your body feels lit up from the inside out.

taehyun is lying next to you. he isn't asleep; after nearly a year of dating, you've memorized what his breathing sounds like when he's conscious versus not. he's started sighing each time you fidget, and you're sure he's going to snap any moment now but you just can't help it. you're feeling restless– the prospect of him leaving for japan in just a few days looms over your head, and sleep can't seem to find you.

you just keep thinking about him, which is– it isn't new; he's always on your mind. but now, this time, you miss him before he's even left.

your leg twitches, foot tapping against the mattress. next come your hands, fingers digging into the sheet. finally, you flip to your right side, your back to taehyun, and he groans aloud.

"for the love of god," he starts, and you immediately feel bad because he sounds tired. "what's wrong with you tonight?"

"don't know," you huff. his arm slinks over your waist, tugging you closer to him, your ass flush to his hips. you relax a little beneath his touch, some of the tension seeping out of you. "just have a lot on my mind, i guess."

he presses his lips to your shoulder, soft. "you wanna talk about it?"

"no," you say, quick. and then, "maybe? i don't know." you twist around in his arms, facing him now. his hand comes up to sweep across your cheekbone. "i think i just miss you."

he looks surprised. his eyes widen a little, whites catching the moon's beams in the dark as his brows lift up, up.

"do i seem like i'm being distant?" he asks. and there it is– the attentiveness. he's constantly trying to be the best he can be for you. asks you what he can do better all the time, and never stops trying to learn more about you no matter how much time passes.

"no, you're perfect as usual," you sigh, and when he opens his mouth to disagree, you rush out your words to cut him off. "i just– you're leaving for tour soon. seems like you just got home. i guess 'm just gonna miss sleeping next to you."

his eyes go soft, brown irises deep and warm as his mouth twists into a small smile. "baby," he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, chin, nose. "baby, baby," he rolls you over so that you're on your back, his elbows boxing you in as he leans over you. "we've still got a few more days together, and i'm gonna call you all the time when i'm gone. you're gonna be so annoyed."

"no," you pout, gently punching his shoulder. "you could never annoy me."

he tucks his nose into your neck, lips trailing up the column of your throat as he breathes you in, chest expanding. you rest your hands on his shoulders, before sliding your palms down to the small of his back. he's big and strong and toned, but he's lean, too, and sometimes he feels so small against you.

"i could...try and tire you out?" he murmurs against the shell of your ear. his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you involuntarily tug him closer. his hips press against yours.

"and how would you do that?" you ask, intrigued. the other boys are home, but they're all asleep most likely, and you and taehyun know how to keep quiet. most of the time.

"well," he leaves a chaste kiss to the center of your lips, his cheeks a little flushed. "if you can't sleep, how about we kiss?"

things always start so innocently with him. it's not that he's innocent– he's proven to you a million and one ways (and in about six different positions) over the last year that he isn't. but he's so delicate in the way that he goes about it; he still blushes bright pink when you take your clothes off for him, and your kisses get him hard in a matter of moments. he is easy to please simply because he loves you, and you find his adoration so charming.

"i couldn't say no to you, even if i wanted to," you tell him, and there's a flash of a smile on his face, mouth slightly upturned, before you're tugging him down for a real kiss.

from here, it's almost too easy.

he is sweet in the way that he opens up for you the moment you twine your fingers in his hair. his body curls towards you like a flower seeking out the sun, chest pressed to yours, elbows shaking as he holds himself up. his lips are soft, plush against your own, and he's content to let you take the lead but will try and steal it back from you if you're not careful. your fingers tug soft at his hair, smoothing their way down his scalp, and he exhales through his nose.

when his lips part for you, mouth opening as it slots with yours, he tastes and smells of mint toothpaste. you go slow with him, always slow, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip before carefully sliding into his mouth. he presses back against you, wet and wanton, tiny whine bubbling in his throat as you lick across his teeth. he falls apart in moments, seconds when it comes to you, and his eagerness is so, so hot.

you gently push at his shoulder, and he reluctantly pulls away from you to fall onto his back. you climb into his lap, legs spread as you get settled, and god, god he's already hard against you, leaking through his boxers. though you've hardly even started making out yet, you know how the night is going to end; neither of you can help yourselves around each other, and he's all smooth, lean arms peeking through a white muscle tank, and gray briefs stained dark with precome.

you kiss down his jaw, tongue lapping at the sensitive curve of his ear before your teeth gently tug at his lobe. he's breathing hard now– you're well aware of how much he likes to be kissed here, and his breathy little whimpers paint the air fiery red.

your hands shuck his shirt up, revealing his toned tummy. his abs twitch beneath your touch, and you lean back to really take him in. he's tanned recently, pretty and golden, and you curl your fingers as you rake your nails down his skin just to see the pink marks they leave behind.

"oh," he breathes, hips bucking beneath you of their own volition, nearly throwing you off balance. "what are you-" you roll your hips down against his cock, and his head falls back, hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. "fuck– 'm supposed to be tiring you out, not the other way around."

"you'll have plenty of time to tire me out when you're fucking me," you say, shrugging easily.

he positively moans at that, and you feel his cock twitch against you as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"you can't just say stuff like that," he complains, though there's no real malice in it. "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

"you sure?" you tease, fingertips trailing over the head of his cock through his boxers. he exhales sharply. "god, hyunnie, i don't– how are you so hard already?"

"it's you," he says fast. his hands come up to rest on your waist, fingertips sliding beneath your t-shirt. "'s always you. something about you just...i can't help it. i always want you so bad."

you smile a little, cheeks warm. you push his shirt up further, nipples hardening the moment they're exposed to the cool air, and you watch as his mouth falls open as your thumb sweeps across one of them. he's so sensitive to touch, whether it be a fleeting kiss or his cock sliding into you– he always reacts strongly. you bend forward, taking one of the little nubs between your teeth as your fingers pinch at the other. his hips jerk, tummy tensing beneath you as he whines, high-pitched and needy.

after a moment, he slides a hand through your hair, gently pulling you off. you leave a trail of saliva behind, and he catches it with his thumb.

"want you now, please," he says, polite and sweet and quiet. your heart flutters in your chest. "it's been so long since i- since we, i mean-"

"since you were inside of me?" you finish for him, cocking your head to the side. he nods, once, tips of his ears burning red, and you know he's right. between preparations for the japanese leg of their current tour and general livestreams, school, and dance practices, he's been busier than you've ever seen him. the most you've done in weeks is some frottage here, and some oral there. you like getting on your knees for him just before he passes out from exhaustion, but you've admittedly missed the intimacy of full-blown sex.

"sorry," he says, and you frown, unsure as to what he's even apologizing for. he continues before you're able to ask. "i don't want to push you. i know i'm being needy tonight, i just– you never stop being amazing to me, and i've missed you. truthfully, i'm exhausted, but i really just need to be close to you."

"baby, shh," you cup his face between your hands, squishing his cheeks. "you have nothing to apologize for. i want you too, okay? just as bad."

"really?" he asks, slightly distorted as you squeeze his cheeks a little harder.

you grin, leaning down to kiss him. "really."

he is quiet for a moment, just looking at you, and your hands fall away from his face. his brown eyes shine, lips curled into a smile, and he finally says, "just wanna be close to you tonight."

"alright," you nod. you climb off of his lap, lying on your back. with your fist curled in his t-shirt, you tug him on top of you once more. "so be close to me, then. take what you need."

his face cools into something blank, eyes dark, and he murmurs lowly, "darling, you don't mean that."

you swallow, steeling yourself. "i do. i want– i just want to give you everything, hyunnie. so...take what you need."

he is swift when he wants something, fingers working fast against the tie of your pajama pants. they're tugged down past your knees before you're even able to blink, your underwear going next. the air is so cold, goosebumps breaking out across your thighs, but his hands are there, on you, so warm as they smooth over your skin. he fumbles around haphazardly in his bedside drawer, bottle of lube secured between his fingers. he likes to be extra careful with you, prepared to the fullest, as he always wants to make sure that you're comfortable.

"we've gotta be quiet, okay?" he says, slicking his long fingers up. your eyes go fuzzy as you stare at them. "because of the others."

"i know," you manage to get out, throat suddenly dry. it clicks as you swallow, and his fingers prod against your entrance, careful.

"ready?" he asks, and you nudge him with your knee, urging him on. you wish he'd stop talking, wish he'd fill you up, and he brushes his fingers against your slick opening without actually pushing them inside. "i asked you a question, sweetheart."

"yeah," you nod fast, a tad breathless. your heart feels like it's going to explode. "'m ready, please, just– hurry, hyunnie."

and, well. he's always been a sucker for a little bit of begging. you know it as well as he does, and it works like a charm. he slides two fingers into you right away, curling up, up, pushing deep as he scissors you open. your back arches, spine bowing as you gasp, loud, and he uses his free hand to pin your hips to the mattress.

"lie still," he tsks, shaking his head.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you almost all the way before shoving them back in, fast. he spreads them as he works, making sure to stretch you properly, and when he adds a third, you shove your knuckles between your teeth to muffle the noises that you're making.

"god," he sighs, dreamy and low, "you're so tight. it's been too long. wanna be inside you now."

he's never usually impatient; likes to take his time with you despite how much he whines and whimpers, but you see the way his cock twitches beneath his boxers each time you squeeze around his fingers, and you're aching to be filled just as much as he's yearning to fill you. you reach out, fingers curling at his waistband, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. you don't have the patience to wrestle them off of him, and it seems that he doesn't either. he slides his fingers out of you, wiping them on the bedsheets, and just as quick, he's lining the head of his cock up with your entrance.

"i really wanted to go slow with you," he whispers, airy, "but i don't have the patience tonight. hope that's okay with you."

you chuckle, chest filling with warmth as you card your fingers through his hair. he is so pretty, so kind, and you're so deeply in love with him that it almost hurts.

"so long as you're inside of me, like, now," you say, "i don't mind that you don't go slow."

he wastes no more time, one hand holding himself up with the other curled around his cock. he guides himself into you, and you hold your breath as he slides in, nice and slick, until you feel him in your tummy. he bottoms out at a gradual pace, careful not to hurt you, and you reach down to prod at your abdomen, pressing at the head of his cock through your belly.

"shit, don't," he snatches your wrist, pinning your hand to the bed. "i'll come," he says, strained.

"so fast?" you say through a smile, only teasing him. he fixes you with a glare, but it's mostly harmless. "baby can't control himself when he's inside of me, huh?"

you've never seen his face get so red in all the time you've known him. he slaps a hand over your mouth, brows furrowed, and drills into you deep enough that you go sliding up the bed with a moan.

"stop talking," he utters, voice pitched. "you're so– 'm gonna make you shut up. just keep still and let me fuck you, okay?"

you don't even have the chance to think of something smart to say. the moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, his cock drags nearly all the way out of you before he jerks forward, fucking into you hard. the rhythm he sets is smooth, relentless, and his knees dig into the mattress as he grabs hold of your hip, fucking in, out, in, out; consistent and quick and sharp. he never falters, never stops, perfection seeping into everything that he does. he is a try-hard except he doesn't even really try, and he knows exactly how to angle his cock to send you reeling each and every time.

you'd told him to take what he needed, had been earnest about it, and he seems to be forgoing inhibitions and actually doing it. he doesn't stop to voice his worries about hurting you as he so often does when the two of you do this, maybe partially because he knows he isn't, but also because you'd told him to take, and he's listening. he fucks into you fast, hips jerking, cock twitching as he fills you up, and he's making these heady little whimpers, whining high in the back of his throat. you can't get enough of them. he hardly stops to catch a breath, solely focused on the way that his cock slides into you and seems to fit so right.

"i like you like this," you tell him, hardly able to speak as your stomach curls with pleasure, but you just have to tell him. he needs to know. "love seeing you be a little bit selfish. i want you to feel good, hyunnie. want you to take and take until your satisfied, okay?"

he nods fast, jerky, hair flopping against his forehead. he's beyond words now; you know it simply by looking at him, all creased brows, mouth falling open as he moans. you're not going to last long at this pace; have never been one to come from his cock alone, but tonight is going to be different. your tummy twists with each thrust, and you peek down to watch as your stomach positively bulges with his cock.

you pull him down for a kiss, all teeth and tongue, his canines sharp as you lap at them. he shudders against you, biting at your bottom lip as his rhythm falters just a bit, just for a second. he thrusts into you once, twice, three times in quick succession, crying out into your mouth each and every time. your body jerks with his movements, limp against the mattress, fingernails digging into the sheets.

"tell me," you breathe, half delirious, nipping at taehyun's throat. "come on, baby. you have to– need you to tell me."

he doesn't ask what you're talking about. just takes one look at you, and he knows.

"i love you," he manages to get out, hardly above a whisper. he sounds broken, fucked, and you bite down hard at the base of his neck, teeth pinching and sharp. "god, fuck, i love you. you drive me crazy."

"me too," you tell him. you pull him back by his hair so that you can meet his gaze. his eyes are big and wild. "love you, too. 'm gonna miss you."

"no," he shakes his head, and his hips buck forward pathetically, cock twitching inside of you. "you're not allowed. 'm not gonna give you the chance to miss me. i'm gonna fill you up with my come, gonna bruise your pretty hips so that you'll always be thinking of me."

"christ," you breathe, stuttered.

taehyun is precise in the way that he drills into you again, again, again, tenacious and unrelenting. his hips meet yours hard, and he holds you in place so that you're unable to squirm away. there will certainly be bruises; the kinds of marks you'll press your fingertips to when he's gone, dildo buried up to the hilt as you think about him. he uses one hand to grab your wrist, twining your fingers together, and when he presses the back of your hand into the mattress, you let him use you as leverage to fuck into you faster.

in an impressive show of strength (a little bit show-offey if you do say so yourself), he uses his other arm to sweep under the small of your back, lifting you so that your hips are floating slightly above the mattress. the angle sends him impossibly deep faster than you're able to keep up with, and his cock pierces into you once, twice, before your back bows, and you're coming all over his length, and the sheets.

he's so good about it, slowing down while you ride it out so as not to overstimulate you. you can't seem to stop, shockwaves of pleasure burning bright in your stomach, all the way down to your toes as you come and come.

"you can keep going," you tell him, not fully recovered yet, words shaky around the edges.

he doesn't ask you if you're sure; is far too gone for that. he pushes your knees to your chest, the stretch uncomfortable but bearable as his cock works into your hole fast. his hips have lost their rhythm enough so that you're able to tell that he's close, and you want to get him there. want him to fill you up so much so that his come spills out of you the moment his cock isn't pushing it in anymore.

your teeth work at his ear, jaw, his neck– wherever you can reach. you're careful not to leave marks, but you know he likes a little bit of pain. you bite when you can get away with it, relishing in the way the sting makes his cock twitch, weeping precome inside of you.

it's a tug to his hair the same moment you nip at his ear that really does him in. you see the moment it happens, plateau reached. his mouth goes slack, popped open enough to reveal a cherry red tongue, little incisors on show. his stomach tenses, flexing, and he trembles against you as his cock slides into you so fucking smooth, so easy.

"oh," he whimpers, and then, "oh, i can't– baby, i'm-"

he doesn't need to finish his sentence. you know he's close as his cock seems to swell impossibly further inside of you. he drops to his elbows, nose nudging your temple as his hips buck frantically, desperate.

"baby," he whimpers into your ear, broken, "baby, baby, oh-"

he comes with a moan so loud your eyes go wide. you scramble to slap your hand over his mouth, but that doesn't deter him. he cries out, high and shaky, cock jerking as he pumps into you a handful of times, filling you up. you feel it each time it spurts from his length, hot and thick, painting your insides. he rocks into you all of the way, hips flushed to your ass, before he drops. he's careful not to put all of his weight on you, but he's clearly tired, and the little whimpers he makes as his spent cock spreads his come around inside of you have you flushing down to your chest.

you could fall asleep like this, you think, him pressed to your chest like a weighted blanket. you feel sticky and sweaty but full, and the thought of him pulling out of you is even less appealing than him going on tour.

he must feel the same way because he nuzzles into you, sleepy and yawning, eyelashes tickling your neck. his arms curl around your waist, your hands sweeping through his messy hair, and his little breaths puff hot against your throat not even a full minute later.

and if you wake up in the morning feeling fully-rested to a group text from the other members, all complaining about the noise, well. taehyun's sheepish smile and pretty eyes are enough to stave off the embarrassment.

-

an: not betad as usual. my first taehyun fic! yay :D

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRyjeLfJ/ brain short circuit

It’s speaking VOLUMES, his fingers are so😵‍💫

this is so fucking good im out of my mind

stress relief; kth

part one | part two

pairing; taehyun x afab!reader (ft. Yeonjun)

words; 8.6k (holy moly)

genre; enemies to lovers, fwb, idol!reader, angst, smut

warnings; toxic relationship, lots of self deprecation, blowjob, intercourse, fingering, face fucking, pet names (baby, babydoll, princess, darling), use of the l word (I know, who am I), use of a condom (again, who am I), maybe a bit of possessiveness

preface; sorry this also took so long. I don't know if I love this, but idk. I hope you guys are happy with this. Also, why the fuck do I write so much about Yeonjun he's not even my bias-

The boys were blowing up your phone. Asking when you were gonna come around now that their promotions were over. You didn't have the heart to tell them the answer:

Never.

There was no good explanation either. It's not like Taehyun propositioned you. You were the one who suggested he use you for relief. You had no one to blame but yourself. Playing with fire and being surprised you got burned.

But why did you stop hanging out with the rest of the members? They didn't know a thing. You weren't exactly sure why. That, or you were ashamed to explore the reason hidden deep within you. The reason that became more apparent when the feeling of his lips moving against yours played vividly in your mind each night before you went to sleep. The reason you bunched up a spare comforter and held it within your arms. Burying your face into it.

You were pathetic.

It wasn't the boys' fault you didn't want to visit anymore. You didn't want anyone to see a disgrace such as yourself. Still, you pitifully snuggle against your covers.

While you're trying to relax and fade into your fantasy world, you hear a male voice in the common area of your dorm. Must be that trainee bickering with her boyfriend again you think to yourself. You groan as the commotion comes closer to your door. Pulling the covers over your head, you try hard to focus.

Focus on the way he looked at you with a hint of fondness in his eyes even when you were covered in his... essence. The way he kissed you like he was starved and you were his only source of relief. The way he held you and that feeling being burned into your skin-

"I'll just be one second!"

Is all you heard when your door bursts open. A mixture of a groan and whine push out of your throat as the two culprits continue to bicker.

"Go fuckin' argue somewhere else!" you wail. At the sound of your name being called by a familiar voice, you tear the covers off your face. You rise from the confines of the mountain of covers surrounding you and lock on to Yeonjun. He sighs with relief.

"Tell her that we're friends!"

"Don't feel forced to say anything. I heard the rumors of idols having their way with trainees because they know the trainees can't resist them. You should be ashamed of yourself." one of the trainees in your dorm, Chaewon crosses her arms as she accosts the man.

"I don't know what else to say to you! I'm not having sex with her!" Yeonjun's voice cracks as he pleads desperately with the trainee.

"It's fine Chaewon. He's telling the truth." you swing your legs off the bed and walk toward Yeonjun, raising your hand at her to signal for her to stand down. If Taehyun had come here, she would've been almost spot on. Except for the fact that you were the one who should be ashamed of yourself.

Look at you, why would Taehyun come here? He's probably glad you're gone.

With a huff, Chaewon leaves the room. Yeonjun's shoulder drop with a long exhale. "That lady is insane!"

"She's just looking out for us. There are a lot of naive girls here."

"Doesn't she know? You don't need looking after. You're the most disciplined person I know."

Rub it in why don't you.

"Forget all of that! Where have you been? Did you make the debut team?" Yeonjun rushes toward you, shaking your shoulders. When your face falls, he drops his hands back to his sides.

"No, but one of the girls was dropped from the lineup for health reasons. We have similar skill levels and I think I can fit the vibe that's missing now that she's gone." You nibble at your nails, though by this point there was barely anything to nibble.

"That's great! So are they looking for a new candidate behind the scenes or..."

"They announced that they're going to decide using our next monthly evaluation. So I guess I have been a little busy." You press your lips together with a forced smile.

"You couldn't even text?" The look on his face shows you that he can see right through your bullshit.

"I guess I just never got around to it..."

"Okay, so you're either lying or hiding something but we'll deal with that later." You didn't get a chance to deny it before he's pulling you by the arm.

-

"I hate surprises." You warn as you place your hands over Yeonjun's.

"I know, shut up for a second." You hear him pull open the door.

Yeonjun moves his hands from your eyes and you see four members standing around the coffee table. On the coffee table was a cake with candles.

"Surprise!"

They all erupt. Well, not all of them. Taehyun's eyes flit elsewhere.

"Don't mind what the cake says!" Yeonjun rushes into the living room, whispering to the boys that you didn't make it yet. They all sport shocked expressions. Kai quickly rips the banner from the wall congratulating you for getting into the lineup.

"Thank god you managed to find her. This took so much work." Beomgyu whines before collapsing onto the chair.

"You didn't even do anything." Soobin snaps his head toward Beomgyu before looking at you with a softer expression. "I'm sorry you didn't get in. We're happy to see you again."

"She was avoiding us." Yeonjun gives the boys a leery expression. You hit his shoulder.

"I was not. I was busy."

"So you couldn't text?" Kai crosses his arms over his torso.

"That's what I said." Yeonjun murmured, shielding his mouth with the back of his hand as if you couldn't see him. You raise a threatening hand and he flinches.

"It slipped my mind, I guess. I just got caught up in some things." You shrug.

"Liar! Make a wish!" Kai beams sarcastically. You roll your eyes and walk toward the couch. You're sandwiched between Beomgyu and Taehyun as you shut your eyes, thinking of a wish. You should wish to be picked for the final lineup. Against your will, you're peering over at Taehyun. He only looks back when he notices your eyes are on him. For a moment, it looks like he's thinking about saying something. Then he just looks away.

I wish I knew what he was thinking

It was more of a wandering thought than a concrete wish. But these things are fake anyway. You blew out the candle.

The rest of the evening was filled with drinking, good cake, and stupid conversation.

"What about a turtle. Nobody thinks about turtles." Beomgyu slurs a suggestion. The rest of the room disagrees loudly.

"A lot of people think about turtles you goofball." Soobin looks at Beomgyu as if he felt sorry for his stupidity. "They're like one of the animals." He emphasizes in a comical fashion.

"Tell me who ever thinks about turtles. Who?!" You flinch slightly at Beomgyu's loud voice.

"I think about turtles." says Taehyun with a shrug.

"So many liars." Beomgyu laments over this fact while shoving a forkful of cake into his mouth.

The boys bicker over which animal would be the best to reincarnate as, but you and Taehyun stay mostly quiet. Only speaking when spoken to. It was the most calm you'd ever seen him. You wished you could stop looking over at him, but you wanted to see if the proximity was affecting him as well. Every time his arm brushes against yours, your silly heart skips a beat. He feels so warm. His arms are so soft and firm. You shouldn't admit it, but god do you want his hands all over you again.

"I think she would be a flower." Yeonjun suggests with a goofy smile. Pointing at you and missing, but you get who he's talking about. Especially when your cheeks get even hotter.

"I agree." the two oldest look at each other's stupid grins. "Why do you think so? Is it because she's pretty?"

"You read my mind." Yeonjun chuckles before his head is turning toward you again. His smile is different now. Something foreign tugged his smile wider.

"What are you guys saying right now?" you press your palms to your cheeks and look at your lap, his gaze becoming too much to handle.

"What, you don't like being a flower?" Yeonjun's teasing tone draws a whine from you.

"No, I think it would be nice. It'd be peaceful. I wanna be in a field of them." bliss consumes your body as you imagine being one among a sea of hyacinths. Swaying in the wind and basking in the warm sunlight. No worries. No drama.

"That sounds boring." Taehyun grumbles. You don't know when it happened, but he was closer to you. His arm was fully pressed into yours.

"No it doesn't. Why don't you come over here and tell me more about it." the alcohol had surely gone to Yeonjun's brain at this point. You gawked at his hands patting on his lap, legs spread invitingly. Why you were already standing from the couch, you didn't really know. Maybe it's because the only coherent words that formed thoughts had to do with purple and pink hyacinths. You'd love to talk about it more.

You mumbled an okay, feet raising to step over Taehyun's. A hand on the back of your shirt sends your unstable body stumbling back onto the couch.

"Beomgyu!" You whine, only whining louder once the room erupts in laughter. You turn your head sideways and hide your face against the couch cushions in embarrassment.

"It wasn't me! It was Oscar the grouch." He gestures limply to the man whose shoulder your head was suddenly on. You peer up at his red face. His eyes flicker to the right, away from your close face.

"See!? I told you inviting him was a good idea!" Soobin triumphs with obnoxious applause. "They're getting along already."

"Ah..." Yeonjun chuckles, tossing his head back as his chest bounces. "I think I'm getting jealous."

Your head shoots up from Taehyun's shoulder. Your eyes are met with a pouting Yeonjun. "Come over here already. I wanna talk to my pretty girl."

Your heart was beating heavily in your ears. It was all you could hear, and you feared Beomgyu and Taehyun would too. This is it. The dream you had that made you feel delusional was finally coming true. Yeonjun was the last member you thought you'd end up with. He was so talented and self-assured. Why would he go for someone like you? But here he was...

Maybe it was because he was drunk, but so were you. So you stood up again, ready to make your dreams come true. Suddenly, someone was grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the room. You glare at the black hair you were trailing behind. He pulls you into his room and shuts the door behind him.

"You have no right to be jealous." you scowl at him. In your drunken state, you probably looked like a sulking child.

"Fuck, I'm too drunk for this right now." he laughs, sending a hand through his hair. He shakes his head and clenches his eyes shut. Trying to think this through before he did anything stupid. Well, if anything went wrong, he could always blame it on the liquor.

"Well I am. I can't do anything about how I feel." he opens his eyes, staring at you resolutely.

"You're fucking selfish, you know that? You want your cake and you want to eat it too." you drive your index finger into his chest, but he doesn't even budge.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm not in any position to experience shame right now."

"Whatever." you roll your eyes, reaching for the doorknob. A smile stretches your lips against your will when his hand covers yours.

"Where are you going?"

"To fuck Yeonjun."

"Why? We already have something established. It'd be stupid to go and start all over when I'm right here."

You hate that his words give you butterflies. "Something established? You literally said you don't want me around."

"I admit, I still don't like you hanging around our dorms all the time. It's a bit weird for me. But that doesn't mean I never want to see you."

It was bullshit. All of it. It had to be. Despite your mind being unreliable right now, you could sense that something didn't add up. That's where your brain function stopped. There was no way you'd be able to pinpoint exactly what was off, so you don't. Instead, you bring something else up.

"You never contacted me." the words tumble clumsily from your mouth, making it obvious they had just stumbled into your brain.

"Hey genius. You never gave me your phone number." He leans forward and you step backward, body impacting the door. "What was I supposed to do? Ask the members so they could become suspicious?"

"Well they're definitely suspicious now."

"Not if we blame it on the liquor."

In your clouded brain, his reasoning was impeccable. But you couldn't simply let him win. Not after the torment he put you through.

"I don't care, I don't care! I just wanna blow off some steam and fuck a hot guy-"

"Exactly, so why not make this a thing?" he quirks his eyebrows up, a hopeful look on his face.

There goes your silly heart. Doing acrobatics from something so stupid. Not even registering that he complimented himself.

"A thing?"

"Whenever one of us needs to blow off steam, we'll contact each other. This way, we don't have to worry about rejection or any other complications. We know what the other wants already, and we don't like each other so feelings won't get involved."

You envied how competent he was while drunk. He's just so capable, no matter the situation. Shit, you had barely started this agreement and you were already worried about catching feelings.

"Deal."

-

To your dismay, Taehyun didn't fuck you that night. You tried to convince him by showing him how wet you were from all the attention, and from the thought of getting with him again. For a moment you could see him waver. Adam's apple bobbing as his fingers pressed into your ruined underwear. But as always, he was just so competent.

"We're not in our right minds. It'd be silly to screw up our arrangement as soon as it started."

Drunk you hated how smart he was no matter what. Sober you was happy you had time to let the idea simmer. You had a lot to think about after all. He admitted to being jealous. Technically, he had already ruined it, but knowing him he'd be smart enough to just blame it on the alcohol. That didn't stop you from thinking about it constantly. And it surely didn't stop you from thinking about it when you touched yourself.

All this time you spent worrying about him, he was thinking about you too. Even if it was just to use you for stress relief, it still got you riled up.

"So you admit I was right?" you slide your mouth off of his cock to look up at him with a shit-eating grin. You reveled in his frustrated reaction.

"About what?"

"That this was good for stress relief." you squeeze the base of his hard dick.

"Fuck- fine! Yes, you were right."

You made a mental note to ask him again later since he was just trying to get his dick sucked. You didn't mind since you liked doing it. The way he screwed his eyes shut and pretty noises leaked from his perfect lips was a drug.

The two of you fucked in the bathroom, in the living room again, in the other member's rooms, and even in the practice room. Pressed against the wall in a well-known blind spot from the camera. Every time was spaced out enough that you were eager to touch and taste each other when the time came. The monthly evaluation came and went and you were beyond stressed.

"Fuck Taehyun-" you gasped as your hips swayed back and forth. His dick was shoved deep inside you and threatened to brush against your cervix. You flop forward, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you worked feverishly toward your high.

"I fucking- mmph-" he pushed his hips up suddenly and it cuts off your sentence. It sent his cock barreling inside you, deeper than you expected it to. You fully fall forward, your chest resting against his. Whimpers and whines prevent you from finishing your sentence.

"Come on princess. Tell me." he cooes beside your ear. Legs becoming tired, your whines don't cease. He notices your inability to keep up the previously established rhythm and flips the two of you over. With your thighs pressed to your chest, he's thrusting deep over and over. "Silly princess. Need me to take over, huh?" he presses his fingers into your neck and your eyes roll back.

"N-not helping!"

"Oh, right." his thrusts become more shallow and his hand unclamps from your throat. You're able to catch your breath and regain a bit of composure. Focusing on your words as his head brushes deliciously against that sweet spot.

"I-I fucked up the choreography." you admit shamefully. You turn your head away from him, able to fully focus on the friction of his smooth cock against your slippery walls. His hands grip your jaw, turning you to face him again. You whine in protest but you keep your eyes open.

"Did they notice?"

"I don't think so, I was in the back at the time, but I don't know for sure." your eyebrows knit together as the worry starts to consume you.

"Hey," he notices the shift in your expression and leans closer, opting for a gentler hand against your cheek. "it'll be okay. I promise." he stops thrusting completely, dick sitting inside you and making you feel full. You're thankful, now your thoughts were easier to decipher.

"How can you know for sure? If I don't get into this group, I'm done. I'm too old to become a trainee under another company."

"You don't think they saw you, right?" he looks right into your eyes and you could feel your cheeks getting hot. You nod. "So the mistake must've been small."

"Yeah, but-"

"You'll be fine. You're talented, interesting, and you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. They'd be foolish not to choose you over a tiny mistake."

Your heart grows wings and flutters prominently in your chest. Adoration and gratefulness swell in your eyes as you lean forward to kiss him. You didn't kiss much, it was mostly just a messy blur of teeth, lips, and tongues. This was different, and you swore you could feel the passion behind his lips as well.

There was nothing more attractive than Taehyun's intellect. His ability to deescalate your emotions in a few sentences. Deconstruct a conflict after one conversation. All while appearing so calm and put together. Yet here you were, an absolute mess for him. Fucking your fingers into your filled cunt as if he wasn't just inside you. His semen gushes around your fingers as you hammer them inside you. "Taehyun, Taehyun, Taehyun..." his name bounces off the walls as you repeat it like a mantra. The secluded storage closet at the end of a low-traffic hallway became your sanctuary.

-

The creative directors meeting with you that day could only mean one thing. You knew as soon as they asked to see you. You swore you could sprout wings and fly away that morning. When you entered Taehyun's room you excitedly close the door behind you. He calls your name curiously so you turn around, unable to contain your smile.

"Does this mean...?" he trails off, approaching you cautiously, hoping his assumption was correct.

"I'm gonna debut!" you squeal and wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, swinging your body in circles within his embrace.

"I knew it! I told you." he sets you back on the ground before cradling your face in his hands. "This is only the beginning. If you thought you needed relief then, you've got a big storm coming. Good thing I'm here then, huh?"

Your smile falters only slightly. You pray he didn't notice as you plaster a wider one on your face. Of course, you need to start thinking straight. This was the same man who doesn't want you around unless he's fucking you. And you obeyed, making sure you're not screwing up his flow like you used to. But it's fine. It's what you agreed to.

"Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." you meant it in more ways than it appeared on the surface. When he presses his lips to yours, a part of you fills with resentment. Was he toying with you? Giving you a bit of hope so you'd stick around and be his breathing fleshlight?

Pathetic. It was pathetic how eagerly you still kissed him back despite all this. He pulls back and brushes your hair out of your face to get a better view of you.

"So beautiful." he flashes you a small smile, one that would send you reeling if you weren't in such a state. Instead, your stomach turns. What were you doing?

"Stop trying to butter me up. You can already have me however you want." you can't stop the disappointment from flashing on your face. You look away from him.

"What? Do you think I'm saying that to make you feel better? You need me to show you how beautiful I think you are?" his hands slide down your arms until his hands hook into yours.

"Not really... can't we just fuck." your smile turns bitter as he chuckles.

"Too bad." he tugs you toward his bed. He falls on top of it followed by your body on top of his. His mouth presses to yours soon after. As he exhales through his nose you can feel it against your face. You want to breathe him in and forget about everything else. Everything that makes this so complicated. Why couldn't you just have sex with him?

The reason you couldn't admit was that everything about him made your heart swell. His natural scent, his soft lips and skilled kissing. His dreamy eyes and how intoxicating they looked filled with lust. Every little noise he makes when he gets riled up. The way he almost breaks his composure completely like the first night you had him, but not quite. It all kept him on your mind 24/7. You wished you could kill your stupid heart when he pulls back to look at you. Lips swollen and shiny as he panted underneath you. It was pounding against his chest and you knew his could feel it.

"I can't stop looking at you sometimes." he breathes. The bitterness spreads until you're bathed in it. Eyes narrowing at the handsome man underneath you.

"I hate you Kang Taehyun."

His smile fades and he's looking a you confusedly. He shakes away the confusion. "Don't say that." he reconnects the kiss, fingers threading the hair at your nape. Your hands meld against his face as the kiss gains more passion. A moan slipping through your lips grants his tongue access to the inside of your warm mouth. It passes through your lips and dances with your equally eager tongue. He tastes so fucking good. You could spend all day just kissing Taehyun if you had nothing else to do. Sometimes you wish you were the only two people on Earth with noting else to do but each other. Bar the post-apocolyptic setting. No, you wanted the Earth to be a flourishing backdrop to your endless love making.

The thought successfully melts away your worries. You're focused on his lips melding with yours and his tiny grunts and groans. The way his hands travel down your body and stop at your ass. He gives it an earnest squeeze, pushing your core into his slowly growing bulge. A more deliberate moan falls from your lips as he trails his lips down your jaw. Making his way to your neck so he can tempt fate and kiss you there. Nibbling and licking at the skin to bring about pleasure that makes you forget about how detrimental it could be to leave any marks.

What was the use of worrying when pretending your responsibilities don't exist with his lips on your neck felt so good? You bury your face in the crook of his neck and grind your hips into his. You smirk against his skin when he groans a bit louder than he did into the kiss. Your legs spread wider so your crotch can press even flatter against him. The newfound friction elicits needy whimpers from your throat. It was all too perfect. It was begging to be ruined.

"You sound so pretty. My beautiful princess." he bucks his hips into you, pressing his bulge further into your clothed core. You want to focus on the friction, but your mind is elsewhere. Focusing on his torture.

"I hate you." you whisper against his neck. You almost don't want him to hear it. The thought of it hurting him when you said it earlier didn't sit well at all. But you wanted to express what this stupid whiplash was doing to you. He pulls away from you and grabs you by the neck. He lifts your face from his shoulder and looks into your eyes. You can tell he's as serious as a heart attack.

"I told you not to say that."

"What, it's not like it's something you don't know. We hate each other. That why we're doing this shit, right?" the ease at which the words rolled off your tongue felt horrible. You had something good going here. Great sex and emotional support with none of the strings. The more you think about this arrangement, the more foolish it seemed.

"We don't hate each other." Taehyun says the words as if he's analyzing the situation while doing so. Making sure that he was telling the truth.

"What are we, then? What are we doing?" you roll of off him and sit on his bed. His torso lifts as his arms chase for your touch and warmth.

"Where is this coming from?" he wraps his arms around you as he asks the question softly into your ear.

"I don't understand what we're doing Taehyun. This is supposed to be no strings, right? So what's with all the-" you cut yourself off, words not coming as easily as they did previously. Finishing your sentence felt like pulling teeth. Taehyun urging you to finish wasn't helping.

"All the what?" he pulls his arms away from you cautiously.

"All the extra shit." is what you land on, confident that he understood what you meant. He says your name softly in a request for more clarity. You sigh. "Calling me beautiful, celebrating my achievements... you're smart Taehyun. I don't think I have to explain why these are so obviously strings." you finally look at him, hoping to see a sign that something clicked in his mind. That sign never came.

"Do you..." Taehyun struggles to maintain a neutral expression and tone, "Do you want to stop this, then?" he voice is quiet, and somehow it's worse than him screaming at you. Your heart drops at the thought. For a moment you think it's the right thing to do, but you weren't as mentally gifted as Taehyun. You rapidly shake your head, tears flooding your eyes. When Taehyun engulfs you in his arms you exhale slowly. Feeling all the built up fear draining away.

-

You thought that keeping your relationship with Taehyun going would be relieving. That's what it felt like after he hugged you. However, it just kept instituting more and more issues. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was entertaining your emotions to keep his dick wet. He felt so sincere that day, but you couldn't tell what was real and what was fabricated by your lovesick brain.

Time flies by while Taehyun's touch becomes permanently imprinted into your skin. It feels like an addiction, whenever your memory of his touch or his scent fades, you're texting him to meet up again. Despite your worries, he continues his behavior. You can see a hint of guilt in his face whenever he lets it slip that you're beautiful. You convince him it's fine. Something in the back of your brain is telling you that he's doing it on purpose, but you're not sure if you're being paranoid.

Your debut song releases and it's time for promotions. It's your first time backstage of a music show. The boys described it to you many times to give a visual aid for their stories, but you still found yourself staring in awe. It was the building you saw in countless vlogs from your favorite musicians after all. You start wandering, traversing the large building to see every nook and cranny. That's when you see Momo from Twice. You nearly squeal at the sight of her. The first thing you thought was how angry Taehyun would be that you met her without him.

How silly of you.

Then you notice the tall man she's facing with his back toward you. He speaks and you'd recognize that voice anywhere. You hear it every time you replay videos of the two of you together. Your heart skips a beat every time you hear it next to your ear. It's the same voice that you yearn to hear everyday. Casually speaking to a member of the nation's girl group.

The casualness of it all is what threw you off. It's confusing more than anything. He gushes about Twice 24/7, yet he never brought up the fact that he knew Momo? You were overreacting. The two of you aren't dating. And he's allowed to speak to other women. Hell, he's even allowed to fuck them if he'd like.

But if he does, it just confirms that he must have been faking it. At least some of it. The longing looks into your eyes as he gushes about your beauty. The way he listens to you complain while playing with your fingers. The way he holds your hand on the way to your destination. The celebration of your achievements followed by a deep, longing kiss. There's no way. But you're getting ahead of yourself. They're just talking.

"No, but really. Are you gonna swing by or what?" Momo slides her hand down Taehyun's forearm. He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"By your dorm? God, I couldn't."

"Why not?" every movement she makes oozes with seduction. With a face and body like that added on to everything, it was a miracle Taehyun wasn't on his knees obeying her every command.

"Why not... I guess you got me there."

Thoughts swarm your overloaded brain to the point that you don't notice Momo saying your name. "Taehyun, isn't this your junior?" he follows her pointed finger before his eyes land on you. His expression shifts to something unreadable.

"What's wrong love? You look like you just saw a ghost."

You can't bring yourself to break your eyes away from Taehyun. You quickly bow and turn on your heels. Taehyun senses that something is wrong and calls after you. He doesn't budge, and you take note of that against your will. You felt fucking insane. No matter how much the rational part of your brain tries to straighten you out, your emotions overload you.

While you could've been preparing yourself, you were drifting away into a fantasy world with Taehyun clouding your common sense. The same man that expressed to you explicitly that he didn't like you. Yet you still longed for him. Your heart shattered at the thought of losing Taehyun. Or even worse.

Having to watch him do things he used to do with you, with someone else. The thought affects you so severely that it scares you. Self-conscious about the curious eyes watching you as you enter a more populated area, you rush into the door labeled with a familiar name.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Beomgyu looks at you like a disappointed mother, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. Yeonjun and Kai sit on either side of him, shifting their attention to you.

"And without Taehyun for once. Wow." Yeonjun's sarcastic amazement earns him an eye roll from you. The distraction is welcome, though. You find yourself sitting beside Beomgyu again, this time Yeonjun is the one pressed against your other side.

"Are you gonna tell us the reason you've been avoiding us or what?" Kai blurts out, leaning forward to look past Beomgyu at you.

"I haven't been avoiding you." to the untrained eye, Kai's observation was silly. You are at their dorms a lot. But you knew exactly what he meant. What were you going to tell them? What would they even think of you if you did? They'd have to do some serious reconsidering on who they get close to. You don't blame them. All this Taehyun crap has rendered you inept. Yeonjun's voice close to your ear jolts you out of your thoughts.

"You're dating Tae aren't you?" he says low enough for only you to hear. You snap your head toward him, confused by the smirk you find on his face.

"No, I'm not." the bitterness was neverending, finding itself weaved into the way you speak to everyone. This didn't feel good, and that realization stung. You're going crazy trying to keep Taehyun around because you're so afraid of letting him go, but being with him was borderline unbearable.

"Then what's going on. Is he that good?" Yeonjun squints, leaning forward in genuine inquiry.

You understand the implications right away, embarrassment filling your body. "Good at what?" you ask, wondering if he was crazy enough to clarify.

"Come on. You think we don't hear you guys?" he chuckles, and the hint of lust in his eyes renders you speechless. "I'm almost jealous. I don't think any of the girls I sleep with sound like that."

Subconsciously, you clamp your hand around his mouth. You didn't know whether you did it so no one would hear or because hearing him tell you these things gave you crippling mortification. He raises his eyebrows as he pulls your hand away.

"Did he not tell you? We tease him about it all the time."

You cover your face in shame, groaning into your hands. "Why the hell wouldn't he tell me that?"

"Don't be embarrassed, babydoll. No shame in feeling good." Yeonjun rubs your back and his touch feels hot. His warm palm slides down to the edge of the cropped fabric. The moment it makes contact with your skin you get goosebumps. You physically shiver in response to his touch. "No wonder you're so loud. Look at how sensitive you are..." he trails off as his hand moves lower. Maybe it was instinct, but you grab his forearm and pull his arm away.

"What, you're single aren't you?" Yeonjun tilts his head to the side, taking in your flustered appearance.

It was those five words that put everything in perspective. Here you were, wrecked over this man. Constantly stressed about him and now, even making an effort to stay loyal to him. All this effort and anguish, yet you weren't even sure if he did the same for you.

"I am..." your eyes flit around the room with uncertainty. Perhaps you shouldn't do what you're about to do. You're thinking with your vagina. But it's not like your brain is that rational either. So you follow Yeonjun.

"I have the perfect place." he said.

Your mind was elsewhere as his tongue flicked your clit lightly. Your thoughts kept trying to pull your attention back to Taehyun, but every touch was bringing you back to Yeonjun. He was having so much fun teasing you, smirking as he did it.

"Look at you... I love how sensitive you are."

Tears prick at your eyes as he continues his torture. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving the locks a firm tug. Your legs were buckling, threatening to send you falling to the ground. When he finally gets enough of seeing you struggle, he wraps his lips around your clit. The sensation as he sucked on the nub sent you stumbling into the wall behind you. One of your hands fly to press against it, stabilizing yourself. His mouth eagerly chases your heat, continuing his actions until your legs start to shake. Two fingers pistoning inside your cunt send you over the edge. You clench around his fingers as you convulse. You slide down against the wall until you're sitting on the floor. Yeonjun simpers as he crawls over your limp body. The sour expression that twists your features goes unnoticed as Yeonjun presses his lips to yours.

Without the stimulation, your brain was flooded with thoughts of Taehyun. What if he did only want you? What if he found out and it broke his heart?

"Focus on me, baby." Yeonjun's hand pressing to your cheek pulls you from your thoughts. He kisses you again, and you wish you could stop thinking about Taehyun. You wish that looking in Yeonjun's eyes was enough to shift your heart to him. He guides you to straddle him before pulling his pants down. "When I get back to the dorms you have to promise to come with. I wanna make you scream my name."

He sends his dick plummeting into you after his vulgar words. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. "You gotta hold in those pretty noises for now babydoll." he purrs.

It's harder than you thought it'd be. He was longer than Taehyun, so you could barely fit his entire length in. He continues to shush you until both of your hands are clamped around your mouth. Muffled noises still manage to fill the room, but you hoped they weren't bleeding into the hall. Each thrust makes your legs tingle. Tears were flowing down your cheeks as you move your hips to meet his.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that you don't hear the door open. You gasp when you recognize Taehyun's voice. The sound of your name on his tongue sends you stumbling off Yeonjun's lap. As if the hurt laced into his voice wasn't painful enough, looking at his glassy eyes was downright excruciating.

"Wow... you really do hate me." he laughs dryly. Your heart completely shatters. You scramble to pull your underwear and bottoms back up but he's already gone, slamming the door behind him.

"Taehyun!"

As soon as you step out into the hall someone calls your name. "Hey! I've been looking for you. We're recording a vlog, let's go." your leader pulls at your arm as you stare at Taehyun's figure growing further and further away. You quietly protest, but ultimately you let her pull you away.

-

"So you guys were dating?" Yeonjun's frantic whispers are the first thing you hear when you enter their dorm. He grabs your arm when you try to walk past him to Taehyun's room. Your eyes are still trained on his door until Yeonjun is forcing you to look at him by moving into your view. "Answer me."

"No! We weren't dating." all the emotions resurface as you process his accusation. "Why would you even ask me that?"

"Taehyun has been torn up ever since it happened. I've never seen him like this." Yeonjun was the one looking worriedly toward his bedroom now.

"I wanna see him." the selfish request comes out in a frail voice. Yeonjun sighs before letting go of your arm. You rush toward his door, twisting the doorknob and frantically entering his room. He was sitting on his bed, head drooped low like a wilted flower. At the sound of you entering he lifts his head up. 

He stands, walking toward you and you think he's going to hug you for one absurd moment. Instead, he reaches past you to open the door.

"I can't talk to you right now."

"Please Taehyun!" you shut the door again as you silently plead with him. "Please, let's just talk okay?"

"What is there to talk about? You clearly don't need me anymore." he tries to open the door again but you grab both of his hands and hold them against your chest.

"Taehyun, it didn't mean anything-"

"I was right there. You could've told me. You know you can have me whenever you want." his barren disposition breaks as he sharpens his words. Brows furrowed as he uses your grip on him to tug your closer. The way he spoke about himself made you nauseous. Like he was a disposable toy that you threw away.

"Why are you talking about us like that?"

"I'm sorry that I brought our personal lives into it. Is that why you slept with Yeonjun?" he pulls his hands from your grasp to hold yours instead. His pleading eyes confuse you.

"This isn't about sex, Taehyun. Is that really all you think about?" you ask incredulously. "You don't even know what I've been going through. You drive me fucking crazy. I lose sleep over you, Taehyun."

"Welcome to my world!" he screams and shakes you. Your eyes soften as his get glassy again. "Do you seriously think you don't make me crazy, too?"

"You told me you didn't want me around." you explain.

"Because you fucked with my head from day one. After I saw you for the first time you were all I thought about. I could barely get shit done. Even when I closed my eyes I saw your smile and I hated it." his voice gets gradually quieter as he speaks. A tear finally frees itself and rolls down his cheek. You didn't know whether to be touched or hurt by his words.

"Why didn't you tell me?" you ask softly.

"You were already so close to the rest of the guys, especially Yeonjun. I hated that I couldn't get you off my mind, but I hated the thought of you and Yeonjun a lot more. So I panicked that night they welcomed you back. I thought you hated me, so the only thing I could think of was letting you use me whenever you needed to-"

"Jesus, Taehyun. Don't say things like that." you cut him off. A sick feeling writhed in your stomach when he spoke about it that way. "Did you really think that's why I stuck around? To get my rocks off?"

He hesitates, knowing it wouldn't make him look the best, but he's gotten this far now. The fact that you're not backing away from him or looking at him like he was insane was a miracle. In fact, you never tore your hands away from his grasp.

"I fucked up. That day when you came to get your bag, I don't know why I was so rude to you. I regret it everyday. I thought that if maybe I wasn't such a douchebag we'd be together for real. But since I let my frustration and jealousy get the best of me, I felt like I lost my shot at being your boyfriend." Taehyun plays with your fingers, unable to look in your eyes anymore. "And then I pushed you off of me and said... what I said. I just didn't think you'd ever want to be with me after that."

"You give me too much credit." you laugh, trying to blink away the tears. "That's when it started, actually. After that day I couldn't get you off my mind to save my life."

Seeing Taehyun's face light up with a relieved smile filled you to the brim with joy. You slip your hands away to cradle his face. You bring his face closer to meld your lips with his.

"I love you Kang Taehyun." you whisper. His eyes go wide as he pulls away from you to take in every inch of your face. As if he was checking if you were sure.

"I love you too."

-

After all the chaos, the new headlines dominating every news source were almost comforting. No more anxiety-inducing news about dispatch threatening to release pictures. Or the dread filling your body when the articles announced they did. Then there was that horrible period of waiting to see how HYBE would react. Days of your manager telling you to never leave the dorm but to also "stay calm" was a prison.

Apparently, the higher ups chose to respond to the press before they spoke to you.

"TXT'S TAEHYUN AND LE SSERAFIM'S ___ CONFIRMED TO BE DATING, HYBE RESPONDS"

If you weren't so relieved that HYBE seemingly wasn't angry, you'd be even more stressed. There's no telling how much hate would be thrown your way in the coming months or even years. Right now, you couldn't focus on that. Not when you heard his voice.

"What are you thinking?" he was beginning to get worried after your long period of silence. He exhales, shoulders untensing once you start smiling.

"I'm thinking about how good this is gonna be for us." you smirk. He doesn't quite catch your drift yet, judging by the way he tilts his head with a quirked brow.

"Good is definitely one way to look at it... I think. I'm too scared to check twitter."

"No, no, no. Don't think about that." you stand from his computer chair, slowly approaching him with an impish look on your face.

"Oh god. What are you scheming about." he chuckles, pulling you in by your waist. Your nose brushes against his and you part your mouth slightly.

"Think about this instead. There's nothing in our way anymore. No worrying about if we have eyes for another person. No worrying about if the other feels the same," you pause to drape your arms around his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "no worrying about getting caught..."

The way his brows raise in realization makes you giggle. Slowly but surely, his mouth forms an impish grin as well.

"I'm thinking you might be right," he says, voice dropping an octave. His hands slide to your ass before sinking his fingers into the flesh. A slight moan falls from your lips. You brush your lips against his. Your core ignites at the thought of making love for the first time without so much stress. The thought seems to fully sink in for him too. He lifts you up before spinning you around and placing you on the bed.

The swift action pulls a gasp from you before a giggle rumbles in your chest. He stands over the bed, unbuckling his belt as his dark eyes rake over your body. He slides the belt out of the loops with a firm tug before tossing it to the side. He makes quick work of removing his jeans and boxers until his member was on display. Not quite hard yet, but it's getting there. While tugging at his cock he brings his legs to either side of your face. You look at him with a questioning look.

"I wanna fuck that pretty face, darling." he strokes your cheek with his thumb. You nod eagerly, loving the sound of that. He slides his knees back, hips lowering toward your face. Your mouth drops open with a hungry tongue falling out to taste his dick. Just this view alone had his cock throbbing. He presses it against your tongue with his hand wrapped around it. As it slides slowly into your mouth it pulls a low groan from his chest.

It hits the back of your throat and you gag, throat tightening around his tip. He lets out a shaky breath as he draws his hips back. "You're so fucking beautiful." he breathes as he brushes your hair out of your face. It was nice to finally know for sure his compliment was genuine.

His hands hold your head steady as he began thrusting into you. He gets a steady rhythm going and thrusts shallowly at first. He was careful not to be too rough. Your throat was very important after all. His fingers tangle within your hair as he holds your head up. The softness of it, that look you're giving him, his dick inside your wet and warm mouth... it was all making it hard.

He screwed his eyes shut, but his hips still dip lower and lower. Every gag only makes it worse. He felt his stomach tighten, about to let go inside your throat. Your soft lips brushing against his cock make him lose it. He drives his hips into you. Your nose hits his stomach each time. Thick saliva draws up from your throat and coats his dick. His moans are needy and guttural as he draws nearer to his climax.

"Ah- shit..." he pulls out right before he can cum. He lets out a drawn out hiss as he moves lower. His knees push your legs apart. He leans over you to rummage through his drawer until he finds a condom. You watch him with adoration in your eyes as he rolls it onto his dick. He smiles down at you. There's something about you laying underneath him in nothing but his t-shirt that really solidifies that you're his.

"I love you."

"I love you too- fuck-"

He flicks the head over your clit before pushing it inside your hole. You were so wet from him fucking your mouth. "You liked it that much, huh? Like it when I use your throat?"

"Mm, I fucking love it." your words inspire renewed vigor in his thrusts. His hips smack against yours and send your legs further apart. You whimper at the stretch and the stinging sensation of his skin slapping against yours. His hand wraps around your throat and you throw your head back.

"You're so tight around me baby." he watches intently as his cock unsheathes from your cunt, coated with your juices. "Holy shit..."

Each squeeze of your throat makes you clench around him. His breath gets caught in his throat as he quickens his pace. The way his cock rocks into you has you seeing stars. His tip moves against your g-spot so fast that it's hard to think. Incomprehensible words leave your lips as he pounds your cunt.

"Please, please, please! Just like that-" a surprised squeak shoots out of your throat when he delivers an especially hard thrust. At that moment you understand what Yeonjun meant that day. Your face gets hot and you clamp your hand over your mouth.

"What, are you embarrassed darling?" he pouts mockingly when you nod. "No, no," he pulls your hand away from your mouth, "let them hear how good I'm making you feel."

Ah, so that's why he didn't tell you. Your laugh gets cut short as he thrusts harder and harder. Burying his cock inside you with bruising force. "God fucking dammit Kang Taehyun-" you whine. Taehyun could tell you were embarrassed by how loud you were, but it was sending jolts of electricity through his body. The pleasure became unthinkable.

"I'm close-" he speeds back up as he chases his high. He squeezes your neck again and you whimper. Face screwed up in ecstasy. The sight sends him over the edge. His body falls forward, nuzzling his head into your neck as his hips jerk against you. The uncalculated movements and proximity send him deep inside you. You clench around him, eyes rolling back as you drown in pleasure. He pulls his dick out and replaces it with two fingers, fucking you through your orgasm. You come down with tiny whimpers and he pulls out of you. He places his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your essence.

"C'mere." you extend your arms toward him. With a small laugh, he slides back up your body. The two of you tightly embrace each other as your heartbeats calm.

"That was perfect." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "This is perfect." With a kiss on your lips, he looks into your eyes before he finishes. Adoration in both your eyes is as potent as ever. "You're perfect."

oh my god this is so hot im

I think I just developed some kind of degrading kink or smth lol

Like, I saw that video of Beomgyu calling some Moa dummy and I suddenly want him to call me a dummy too

But like, during sex

Imagine him slaming into you, you’re a moaning mess under him and he goes like:

“My dummy is taking me so well”

“Oh you’re such a dummy”

with a teasing tone

Like.. ughh idk it just sounds so good in my head 🙈

dummy would be beomgyu’s favorite word, oh my fucking god. I just know he can get so mean.

imagine he’s hovering over your back while you’re in doggy and your hair is messily caught in his fingers as he roughly pulls your head up from the mattress so he can humiliate you properly. His hips are slamming into you and it’s taking your entire soul to not crumble to the bed, he knows your cock drunk and he’s mean about it.

“God look at you, can’t even speak can you?-fuck-my dumb fucking whore”

You wish you could respond but you simply can’t, opting for babbling and moaning out instead. You don’t even know you’re drooling until he says something.

“Look at you drooling all because of my fat fucking cock, probably can’t even remember your own fucking name. You really are dumb aren’t you?”

He harshly whispers into your ear, soon pressing hot, wet, and rushed kisses along your neck and behind your ear. You thankfully don’t have to tell him you’re close-you couldn’t even if you wanted to-he can feel you squeezing him and he laughs darkly at you.

“Aw my poor little dummy wants to cum? You wanna cum around my cock so bad don’t you?”

You whine loudly at that and he tightens the grip he has on your hair.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. You want my cum, dummy?”

You frantically nod to the best of your ability and arch your back almost painfully.

“Oh you’re gonna get it, my little dummy is gonna take every drop i give her”

i’m not okay 🥲

I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE

my imaginations are wildin' rn PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE YEONJUN FIC WITH THIS MASQUERADE MASK 💳💳💳💳💳

OH MY GOD?!?

i know he's imitating gojo satoru bc he said he watched jjk anD BOY I NEED THIS IN HD

beomgyu’s?!?! oh god

txt someone walks in.. [headcanon]

just when you think you have alone time another member walks in on you two having sex

pairing; txt!member x afab!reader

word count; 0.7k

genre; nsfw, established relationships, comedy

content warnings; slight exhibitionist themes, unprotected sex

a/n; sorry about inactivity i’ve been planning my graduation and have been spending time with my friends and partner!! <3 anyways this unedited as most of my works are!

..

YEONJUN : having sex in the dorms while others were there wasn’t uncommon for you and yeonjun. he found it kind of fun, exciting even. so on a random lazy day things start getting heated and in a matter of a few minutes your boyfriend was pushing you into his mattress while thrusting into your hole. with every plunge into you he let out a low grown and you a pathetic whimper. he challenged you to stay quiet, and you tried your best, so much so that an unsuspecting beomgyu walked in.

the cry he let out was one of pure terror, he quickly dropped the bowl of popcorn and blanket he had been carrying into the room. poor boy just wanted to have a movie night with his two close friends and now he’s traumatized. yeonjun almost immediately jolted up, putting on clothes in record time and chasing after beomgyu to hit him for not knocking first.

SOOBIN : normally you two wouldn’t even think about doing something like this. but in a sudden moment of neediness soobin shyly suggested doing something, anything to relieve this ache in his pants. he wanted to be on top today, to see your beautiful face whenever he hit your perfect spot. it was slow and sensual love-making and maybe that’s why no one would ever suspect what was really happening behind closed doors..

yeonjun opened the door, his mouth already moving to ask soobin where he had put something. soobin reacted instantly,

“out! get out now!” he screamed, to which yeonjun obliged immediately, slamming the door shut and making gagging sounds as he left.

soobin let his head fall into your chest, whining about how yeonjun is never going to let him forget this. you just laughed, stroking his soft head of hair.

BEOMGYU : he was totally unaware that anyone was home, which is why he suggested having sex in the first place. you two were so lost in eachother that the concept of getting caught didn’t matter at that moment. your hands in his hair, his stuttering hips slamming into yours. his lips parted, letting out soft sighs of pleasure whenever he felt you squeeze around him. in that moment nothing could be more perfect, until..

soobin walked in, completely oblivious at the sight before him. it only registered moments later, and you two only noticed his presence when he awkwardly issued an apology before quickly shutting the door as he left. however, the mood wasn’t ruined at all,

“you like being watched, huh? why don’t i call him back in here? i’ve seen the way you look at him, it’s okay.”

TAEHYUN : he knew kai was home but he honestly didn’t care. he needed to feel you in that moment and his brain went senseless the second he felt your thighs around his hips. you were just as desperate to chase your high, gripping his shoulders trying to bring him as close to you as possible. you two were so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the slight shake of the bed. you looked so ethereal it made him never want to pull out of you.

that was until kai opened the door, leaving with a very awkward ‘oh’ and suddenly everything stopped. you two just sat there for a second before you started giggling, scolding taehyun for not locking his door beforehand. it was a total mood killer but you mostly felt sorry for kai who was an unsuspecting victim in all this.

HUENINGKAI : the second you two made it to his room you immediately began touching eachother, like you were glued to one another. his hands gripped your hips, leaving beautiful marks in your skin that only added to the pleasure. you could tell he was trying to be soft with it but desperation eventually took over and he drove his hips into yours with powerful thrusts. he breathed little praises in between pants and pressed his forehead against yours.

you two wouldn’t have even noticed someone was there if it wasn’t for the loud slamming of the door being shut. instinctively hueningkai tried to cover you, hoping whoever walked in didn’t see much.

“oh my god i think that was taehyun.” you finally spoke up, covering your face due to embarrassment.

safe to say you two never had sex in the dorms ever again.

the way i want a continuation though…

do you know how to do something with the quote "do you want my parents to hear how how good i make you feel" with yeonjun :)

yes anon, i, in fact do know how to do something with that quote, thank you for asking <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ― smut, dirty talk, breeding kink, slight degradation, slight mommy kink, not proof read

𝐰𝐜 ― 424

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ― @bakubae000 @rencarnationofangel @cyjsfairy @minshookie29 @atiny-chocolate-chip @knjkitten

It was Christmas Eve and the day consisted of baking cookies with Yeonjun mother and father, it was your second time spending Christmas with them, and it was wonderful.

You were staying in the guest bedroom for the night, you wouldn’t be leaving until the morning after Christmas. Although you weren’t in the comfort of your own home or even a hotel room, that didn’t stop Yeonjun from teasing the hell out of you. In fact, that encouraged him.

He’d whisper dirty things in your ear as he walked passed, grip your hips as he would if he was pounding into you, and give you looks across the room when nobody was looking, it was pure torture.

It was now night time, his parents resided to their bedroom, leaving you and Yeonjun to watch T.v on the couch in the living room.

“You know, you looked so sexy in your little dress today.” He whispered in your ear, rubbing his hand up and how your thigh, the sound of some random movie playing on the television now a background noise, “Especially knowing that you didn’t have any panties on under.”

He slid his hand under your dress, sliding his fingers through your folds, “You’re dripping, surprised that it hasn’t soaked through the dress yet.”

You whimpered at his foul words, it was more than sinful what he was doing to you, right on his parents couch in the middle of the living room, where you both could get caught.

His fingers quickly made work of stretching you open, one finger, then two, then three, and by then, you were struggling to stay quiet.

“Be quiet,” He commanded, slamming his fingers in and out of you as he curled his fingers, repeatedly slamming into your sweet spot, you could hear the squelching of your wetness, “Do you want my parents to hear how good I make you feel?”

You shook your head, biting your lip so hard you could taste copper, “Then you’re gonna have to keep those pretty, little, moans, to yourself.” He said, punctuating his words with the hard thrusts of his fingers.

“You want me to put a baby in you? Huh?” He asked, bringing up his other hand to your mouth, you instantly parted your lips to take his fingers in.

“You want that as your Christmas present?”

You nodded, letting out a particular moan that was silenced by his fingers, as your eyes rolled back at the thought.

“I’ll give you a baby, I’m gonna make you a mommy.”

This does not represent the TXT member, Choi Yeonjun in anyway. This is purely fiction and is meant for entertainment. Do not take any of this seriously.

Feedback in the form of a reply, ask, or reblog is greatly appreciated!

𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 | 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖

WOOF

BEOMGYU / THURSDAY’S CHILD / MESS CONCEPT CLIP

shaking bro

just for me

pairing: beomgyu/gn reader

summary: beomgyu fucks you raw and cums inside <3 that’s it

warnings: unsafe sex, creampie, cum play

requested: yes! 💕

taglist: @yunsangoveryonder​​ (send me an ask if you want to be added! 💌)

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a/n: i’m sick as fuck right now and my brain is finda foggy so this is short n sweet ❤️ i hope it makes sense 😵‍💫

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this is so good... a smut by you about my first love idol? is it my birthday or what?

Safety [White Collar! Kyungsoo x Nympho/Student! Reader] [18+]

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2900+

TW: sexual harrassment, AGE GAP, allusions to noncon, cum-eating

Author’s Note: The Reader character in this story is in high school, but she’s of age.

She’s sleeping on the train… at night… alone.

Kyungsoo looks at you, taking a shallow breath as his eyes trail your revealed thighs. The skirt of your school uniform was the only thing disallowing the man to look further; however, the man’s eyes still hung onto the fabric, desperately trying to see through it. 

This was the first time on the train where he didn’t have to be incredibly wary of the number of glances he took towards you, and he wanted to take the opportunity as it came.

Normally, Kyungsoo wouldn’t do something like this. He’s not usually a gigantic pervert, but he carries a specific liking towards you since the two of you usually gave each other glances and polite smiles during the train ride, despite being complete strangers.

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warnings & other: requested, unprotected sex, it’s being filmed , degradation, this is for anon that requested this in NOVEMBER, also thank you to @/bugsbinnie for indirectly reminding me abt this concept, not my first time writing smut, but my first time leaving it up :D, not proofread bc if i read through this i'll delete it

[11:34 pm]

the tip of his cock slams against your sweet spot over and over again. “do you like that?” he says. you feel some of his precum run down and out from your cunt. he groans, watching it drip into the bed sheets. he grips your throat with a strong hold causing you to subconsciously lift your head and look directly at the camera sat on the drawer. a small part of you starts to wonder how pathetic you look right now; your pupils are blown open and your tongue is out it with strings of saliva dribbling down, courtesy of the moments prior in which you and beomgyu were making out passionately. “say something,” he rasps as he adds more pressure nearly constricting your air pipes. “you had alot to say before the camera started rolling.” unfortunately for you, the only thing you’re able to say is a mixture of only his name and the word please, becoming a babbling mess under him. when you don’t answer his question he sucks his teeth with impatience, letting go of your throat and nearly snapping his hips and to yours at a nearly animalistic piece. “you’re so stupid, no wonder have to do everything for you,” he taunts. “how does it feel knowing that im gonna watch this back and you look so ruined for me?” he continues mocking you and you’re not gonna lie the humiliation is adding to your pleasure. right, today he decided he wanted to do something different and record the fun, something about having something to watch when he’s bored. “you’re such a slut only sluts look this fucked out,” he chuckles breathlessly. you feel so dizzy and high with pleasure that you don’t notice that he’s stopped and gotten up to pick up the camera. when he gets back he switches so that you’re laying on your back and you whine at the loss of contact. he holds the camera in the one hand and uses the other to grab your face roughly. “look at you,” he purs. he squished your face and moves it’s left to right as if inspecting it. he’s breathing heavily, a sign that he’s exhausted from fucking you for so long. he laughs quietly once again as slides his cock back inside you. you whimper but quickly adjust. “im gonna fuck you up so bad,” he says behind the camera. “please,” you beg. he adjusts the camera in his hand so that it’s filming you face and a bit of your chest to capture when your breat move. “you ready? because im not stopping til we hit the 3 hour mark and we’ve still got an hour to go.”