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Daddy - Taeyong (M)
Requested: Can I request a daddy!taeyong smut please? Thank you!!
A/N: lmao anon how many times did you request? I enjoy the thought of daddy!Taeyong very much, thank you for requesting~ daddy!hansol will probably go up tomorrow. (btw this is assuming you’re dating Tae.)
**THIS IS SMUT, READ WITH CAUTION!!**
Word Count: 886
You searched under the couch, ignoring the sound of the dorm door opening. With your phone in hand, flashlight on, you scouted for your lost earing, groaning when you couldn’t find it. The soft pad of footsteps caused you to back up and look over your shoulder. “Tae” you called, pouting at his smiling face. “What are you doing?” he asked, kneeling down next to you, one of his hands resting on the small of your back, the other one spread against the wood floor. His hand seemed giant next to yours; you admired his manly hand before speaking again. “I lost one of my earrings…” His hand quickly went to your hair, brushing it behind your ear so he could see what the earring looked like. He looked under the couch like you previously had and sighed when he didn’t see it. You gave a small whine in annoyance and sat up. “I’ll buy you a new pair” he said, coming closer and kissing your cheek endearingly. He always insisted on buying you things and taking care of you, treating you like a princess. His lips trailed to your lips, giving them a sweet peck. “Thank you…” you murmured, feeling like a spoiled kid. “That’s not what I want to hear” he almost whispered, gently touching your chin with his fingertips. The look he gave you made you know what he wanted to hear… “Thank you- daddy” you corrected. A smile spread across his lips and he tucked your hair behind your ear again. “Let daddy take care of you” he mused, getting closer to you. He was still hot from practice, his skin warm and fringe slightly damp. You knew after practices he usually was exhausted, sometimes horny. Today he seemed to be the later. “Take care of me” you mustered, leaning into his lips again. — He had moved you both the bedroom, his manner still gentle as he stripped you both. “Did you miss me?” he questioned, kissing your jaw. “Yes” you breathed out, your hands finding purchase on his biceps. He grunted in satisfaction and laid you on your back, hovering over you. “I missed you so much” he groaned, trailing his lips from your collarbone to your navel. His fingers teased your entrance, pinching your clit then shallowly dipping in you. You let out a whimper, feeling teased under his control. His mouth moved to your breasts. You let out a whine and then a cry as he bit on the soft flesh. An array of marks would be there later you knew. “Tell me what you want” he said lowly, glancing up at you. “I want you-” you almost choked when he dipped two fingers in you, making a scissoring motion, “inside me.” “Daddy’s getting you ready” he hummed. You closed your eyes, arching your back to feel his fingers deeper. You whimpered when his fingers left you. The head of his member was soon at your entrance. He rubbed his hard member against your folds, your slickness lubricating him. He eased his way in, sitting back to admire the way your walls pulled him in. You moved your hips against his, wanting him to move. He began moving, quickly taking on a steady rhythm. His pale hands held your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts. Not having him close enough to hold onto your hands went to your chest, groping your breasts unconsciously. “Tell daddy how much you like it” he almost growled, his hips snapping sharply. “I love it” you groaned, a high pitched moan leaving your throat shortly after. He slowed down before you could even start to feel an inkling of your climax. He leaned over you, his forearms coming on either side of your head. His large hands smoothed over your hair before holding onto it. His strokes were long and deep as he made sure to fuck you sensually. You gasped against his neck each time his fluid motions repeated. “I love you” he said quietly, kissing your forehead. Your legs wrapped around his hips, wanting to feel closer to him. You couldn’t respond to him with words, only with drawn-out, messy noises leaving your mouth. Too soon for your liking he was pulling away, resuming his previous position as his hands left bruising marks on your hips. You chanted incoherent words to yourself as you felt your climax building. His gentleness from before gone and a new intense and brutal pace taking place. “Daddy! Fuck! Yes!” you squealed, your toes curling in as you fell over the edge. He continued, his jaw clenched. He threw his head back and let out a frustrated groan before letting his head fall forward. His thrusts became sharper and harder as he chased his own release. You could feel over-stimulation setting in and whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling. He finally finished, his thrusts slowing to short, shallow rocks as his mouth hung open. He yelled out in satisfaction before pulling out and falling next to you. He rested his head on your shoulder, his lips gently teasing the sensitive skin of your breast as he spoke. “I need to shower, come with me.” “I’m tired” you groaned, not ready for another round already. “I’ll wash your hair” he smiled, leaning up to kiss your lips. “Fine.”