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jhdyuiee · 2 days
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Late Sesh
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: ̗̀➛ pairing: IDOL!taeyong x PRODUCER!Y/N
: ̗̀➛ warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, co-workers, name-calling (baby & slut), protected sex, semi public sex (studio sex), fingering, breast play, secret relationship, friends w/ benefits
: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k
: ̗̀➛ a.n: hii again! this is the 2nd fic i’m releasing today 😆, i hope yall enjoy this short one since i did enjoy coming up with the story! anyways i will release more in the future before i go back to school, i promise !! anyhow i hope u enjoyed yutas & taeyongs stories, thank uu to u all who read n enjoyed it i rlly appreciate it!! i love u all && see u next time, jiji out 🤍 [link to yuta’s story: YUTA.]
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It was already past 12 in the morning when I sat here in my studio waiting for him to arrive.
The infamous Lee Taeyong.
It was scheduled for us to record the last B-Side off his 2nd Mini Album. Taeyong actually was the one to suggest we record late “to better set the mood.”
I had no problem with it actually, in fact I enjoyed late-night recording sessions. As the minutes passed there was still no sign of him and just when I was about to call him, there was a knock on my studio door.
I got up, opening it. Speak of the devil.
“You’re late,” I reminded the male as he plopped down on the couch I had in my studio.
“I stopped by the bathroom,” he shrugged.
“Just get inside,” I replied, handing him the lyric sheet to 404 Loading.
He took it, pecking my cheek before stepping inside. My face felt hot, probably even visibly redder than a tomato. ‘He’s too flirty.’
A couple hours later we wrapped up, and he decided on a “celebration.” So here I am in my recording studio straddling his lap and our lips colliding with each other. His hands traveled my body, and mine stayed placed on his nape.
I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hands grope my ass, causing me to start grinding on his semi-hard cock. His hands then traveled to my hips, urging me to grind harder against him. The sensation of his hard cock on my now sensitive clit made everything unbearable. It felt like I would just cum from dry-humping the male.
“Take off your shorts,” he whispered. I got up from his lap and shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong which was now soaked. Taeyong pulled me by the string, sitting me back on his lap. I faced the other way, his breath on my neck and his hands cupping my sex.
“Wet all for me,” he whispered into my ear again.
His hand then went under my underwear, teasing my clit and my slit. He played with them for a while until I kept squirming at his touch. “Yo-your fingers, pl-please,” I pleaded.
Taeyong scoffed lowly, before plunging in two of his fingers inside my cunt. He kept a steady pace, slowly increasing it the louder I got. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he said, kissing my cheek.
His fingers went in and out of me, while his mouth worked it’s way on my neck, and his thumb worked it’s way on my clit. His thumb teased, circled, and pinched my clit. I was growing overstimulated from everything. He was everywhere. I loved it.
“Cumming already? Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby.”
His words triggered the knot inside my stomach undone, like a command with no hesitation of abiding by. He took his fingers out, licking them clean inside his mouth as he looked down at me. I was already a mess and we haven’t even gotten too far yet.
“Shirt off. Everything off,” he said, tugging at the material on my top.
I took it off along with my bra and underwear. I stood naked in front of him. I saw as he licked his lips, eyeing me like his next meal.
“Your body’s perfect, so fucking beautiful,” Taeyong said, as he took one breast in his hand. His other hand followed along until both hands fondled and played with my breast. Slowly then he brought me closer, and was back on his lap.
He took his hands off my breasts, his mouth soon replaced them. I watched as his mouth sucked on patches of my skin and his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples until they were hard. He let go with a pop, taking off his shirt. “Get up for a bit, I’m gonna grab a condom.”
I stood up, sitting down next to where he was and watched as he grabbed a condom from the “secret drawer” he made in my studio. He brought his sweats and boxers down, until his hard aching cock stood proudly against him.
Taeyong slid the condom down, and walked back to the couch where I waited. “Come sit on it,” he said, grabbing onto my hips. He guided me down on his cock, as it stretched my insides out. I know we’ve done this multiple times before, but I still can’t get used to his size. I moaned out his name repeatedly the more he went inside, and once it was all in he whispered into my ear. “Ready?” I nodded.
He started thrusting into me, and I soon joined in when his thrusts got faster. I bounced on him, feeling as he reached deep inside me. “Look at you, you’re doing so well.” There he goes, his praises. His praises have always turned me on even more, pushed me a little bit more.
“I lo-love it!” I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.
“You feel so fucking good, so warm, so tight, so wet.”
Yes.
“You love it when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you clench around me.”
Yes.
“Fuck. Hold it in baby, wait until I’m ready to come, okay.”
“Yes, I-I will wait,” I whimpered.
“I wonder if someone will come in, and see how much of a slut you are,” he teased.
I turned to the door and saw it was unlocked, shit. Taeyong then suddenly grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. “Eyes on me slut.”
“Sorry,” I said softly.
He thrusted into me even more, the pace increasing. Taeyong’s hand then went down into my clit, playing with it. He edged me even more. “Pl-Please let me cum already,” I said with watery eyes.
Taeyong smiled, kissing my lips. “Cum with me baby.”
One brutal thrust and we both came crashing down. My head went back, my vision whitened. I heard as Taeyong groaned, his breaths trying to calm down.
“Stay here, I’ll go get something to clean you up,” Taeyong said, as he detached himself from me and laid me on the couch. I watched as he discarded the condom and left the door.
My eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closing. ‘I really just fucked Taeyong in my studio couch’ I thought. ‘Now I can’t look at it the same way any more.’ I sighed, then giggled. I waited here for his return.
For his love.
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© jhdyuiee
24.03.26
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yeoosaangg · 5 months
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Slow Down || Kinktober - Day 25
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pairing ▸ lee taeyong × f!reader
now playing ▸ slow down - chase atlantic
⤷ ❝you're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud.❞
genre ▸ non-idol au, established relationship, smut
warnings ▸ toys, multiple orgasms, throat fucking, drooling, overstimulation, dumbification
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You stare at your bed in disbelief.
Your boyfriend was standing next to you excitedly, waiting for your response to his surprise gifts.
Y/n: Sex toys?
Taeyong: Yeah! We've talked about adding more to our sex life, so I thought this was a great day to start.
Y/n: For my birthday?
He nods, still adorning that huge grin on his face.
It's not that you don't like it, it just caught you so off guard. But you find him so adorable.
Y/n: Is this your subtle way of wanting to give me birthday sex?
His cheeks flush, but he nods.
Y/n: Then pick out your favorites while I get naked.
He giggles the whole time he places a toy on your nightstand, peeking at you from his peripheral. The way your tits bounce as you take off your skirt kickstarts his cock.
Taeyong: Can you wear these?
You look at his hands to see cat ears and a tail.
Y/n: Oh? I didn't know you were into that.
Taeyong: You don't have to! Was just a suggestion.
It's your turn to giggle as you grab the ears.
Y/n: What Master wants, Master gets.
You meant to tease him, but that name completely shifts Taeyong's personality 100%. His eyes darken and his soft smile turns into a sly smirk.
You yelp when he roughly shoves you onto the bed.
Taeyong: We've gotta prep you first, kitten. Maybe we should use this vibrator after my fingers, hm?
The more he moves around the room to get the lube, you slip further into a submissive headspace.
You're both switches, but tonight feels a lot different than your usual back and forth fight for dominance. Tonight's the first time you both settle on one specific headspace.
He covers his hands in lube, lathering it so it gets warm.
Y/n: Oh, fuck.
He makes sure the outside of your hole gets coated in lubricant before his middle fingers prods your hole. He slowly slides it in, not wanting to overwhelm you.
It's your first time getting stimulated down there, so he'd rather play it safe.
Especially since it's your birthday.
Your breathing is slow with anticipation. His finger stops when his knuckle meets the flesh of your ass cheek. He leans down to plant kisses on your already shaking thighs.
Taeyong: I've barely even touched you, kitten. Does the idea of wearing a tail have you excited.
Y/n: Yes, Master. Feels so good.
He moans at the new title. His cock feels restricted in the fabric of his tight jeans, but he doesn't rush the process.
He starts to pump his finger into you agonizingly slow.
You're whimpering like a needy bitch more than usual. And your boyfriend fucking loves it. He never thought that he'd love being in control so much, but looking down at you as his finger works you open - he's screwed.
Y/n: Master, I want more.
He adds another finger, still taking his time so you adjust to the stretch. He can tell that it's not enough for you, so he adds more lube before a third finger joins the party.
You sigh in content, relaxing against the mattress. This seemed to help as Taeyong starts to pump his fingers a lot quicker than the first time.
Y/n: So full.
Taeyong: Yeah? How's it feel, kitten?
Y/n: Good. Very, very good.
Taeyong: How about I go faster?
He doesn't even wait for a response before he pumps his three fingers knuckle deep in your ass. You scream in pleasure, grabbing your legs for support.
Y/n: Master, I'm gonna cum!
The fsct that he hasn't even played with your pussy and you're already cumming boosts his ego.
Taeyong: Go ahead, kitten.
He works your ass open as you cum untouched. The stimulation to your ass was enough to make you cum without needing him in your needy cunt.
Taeyong: I think you're ready for the tail.
You moan, nodding in agreement.
His fingers stay inside you when he places the cold plug against your hole. He pushes it inside, fingers slipping out so your hole swallows the plug.
He massages your ass, watching your face scrunch as you get used to having something other than his cock inside you - and in a new place at that.
He reaches over and grabs a very huge, vibrating dildo.
Taeyong: I got it customized to be an exact replica of my cock in case you ever miss me when I'm at work.
You bite your bottom lip as he runs it up and down your folds. You are so fucking wet for him, it's driving him insane.
He turns it on to it's lowest setting, shoving it into your pretty pussy.
Taeyong: How's it feel to be double stuffed, hm?
Y/n: S'Good. Higher, please.
He turns up the vibration a few settings and watches you writhe on the bed.
Taeyong: You look so fuckable, kitten.
Y/n: Only for you.
He smirks, starting to strip of his clothes because he's starting to feel too hot.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan loudly. Seeing him naked isn't anything new to you, but he surely takes your breath away every time.
He increases the speed and intensity of the vibrating dildo to it's highest setting. He holds your legs against your chest as you squirm from the overstimulation.
Y/n: Fuck! Too much!
He leans down to kiss you, muffling your screams as his hands leave bruises on the back of your thighs.
He can feel you trying to push him away with your legs, but the way they're shaking makes it impossible to use any strength you had left.
He uses one arm to hold your legs while the other pushes the dildo deeper, hitting the spot you needed it the most. You grab at the sheets as you cum again, toes curling from the pleasure.
Taeyong: Such a good kitten. Now get on your knees and suck Master's fucking cock.
He takes the dildo out of your pussy and turns it off, leaving it on the nightstand. He helps you off the bed and sits on the edge, you kneeling in front of him.
You don't even wait for another command and grab his cock, slapping your face with it.
Taeyong: Fucking hell, kitten. You're so nasty.
You take all of him into your mouth, using your hand when you couldn't fit the rest. Your other hand plays with his balls while your tongue coats the underside of his cock with spit.
Your chin gets covered in your own slob mixed with his pre-cum. Your eyes slightly tear up, and the sight excites your boyfriend more than anything.
Taeyong: Oh, fuck!
You bob your head up and down as far as you could go. He grabs your hair to ground himself. He was starting to feel submissive himself, so he does the natural thing - fucks into your mouth.
You rest your arms behind your back and let him slam his hips against your face. His balls smack the bottom of your chin and his tip hits the back of your throat.
Taeyong: Look at you, my own, personal fleshlight. I bought one, yet your mouth easily replaces it.
You look up at him, which proves to work since he spills his cum down your throat.
Taeyong: You're such a good kitten.
He's breathing heavily when you pull your mouth off his dick with a pop. You rest your head on his thigh, looking up at him with a smile.
Taeyong: Did you really think that was the end, kitten?
You widen your eyes when he pulls you onto his lap. He slams his cock into your pussy, taking you by surprise.
How the fuck was he still hard and horny?
Y/n: S'Too much, Master!
Taeyong: Is it, kitten? You know what word you have to say if you want me to stop.
You shake your head, burying your face in his neck as he continues abusing your swollen cunt.
Your nails dig into his back when your next orgasm hits while he cums deep inside you.
You are so exhausted, you don't register that he's pulled out and let you rest on the bed. He wipes you clean before himself, coming back to cuddle you.
Taeyong: You okay, beautiful?
Y/n: Mhm.
He chuckles, kissing the back of your shoulder.
Taeyong: Can't speak, hm? How about I put on your favorite Disney movie before bed?
You nod, enjoying the way you both take care of each other.
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a/n: what is your guys' favorite disney movie? mine's a tie between starstruck and the hsm franchise! anyway, thanks for reading! ‹𝟹
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phoxphenex · 3 months
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hellooo !!! can I request being a secret admirer for TAEYONG. pls no more angst 😭🙏🏻
when you’re taeyong’s secret admirer texts
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macaroni-sly · 19 days
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Taeyong - 미슐랭 오마카세! Tap tap tap… Tapping on 👅 | 김동 이동의 먹2U EP.1
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jaerontaemo · 1 month
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Taeyong with his nephew @ TY TRACK Concert 2024
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fllsnz · 8 months
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‧₊˚ૢ ? . ֎ . ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎̶̵̲̺̫̲̌̋̇͊͘͘͜͟♪
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ourdadai · 3 months
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oioii, você poderia fazer locks do taeyong? 🤍
nct [ taeyong ] lockscreens ♡
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cancersole · 6 months
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤׁㅤㅤ†ㅤㅤִ
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f9smaragdine · 1 month
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All Hail to Queen Lee Taeyong 🙌
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Kneel down everyone
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peanutpinet · 1 year
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Just Like A Zoo - Hybrid CEO Taeyong x Omega Fem Reader
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Warnings: A/B/O werewolf system, aggressive act, soulmate type of story
[07:29am] - Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you immediately went to turn it off, looking at the time and sighing when you realised that you have to get up because it was your last alarm before you’re considered late to get to work.
As much as you didn’t want to get up from work, you know that you had to because otherwise, how else were you going to show your parents that you were an “adult” now. It’s not that you don’t like your work. In fact, you enjoy your work friends (except for some useless ones) and you truly have a passion in the work that you’re doing; which was handling one of your favorite sports brand. But of course, it’s just that you have a quite strict, nosy and stingy supervisor that just loves to hire incompetent “higher ups”.
Taking a deep breath, you got up and got ready for work. After you’ve had a light breakfast you bid your parents goodbye and head to your office; hoping that nothing goes wrong and that you can just finish the day without any casualties.
Arriving at your office, you key in your start time and basically chill for an hour, talk a bit with your workmates before all of you start your work of the day. Of course, mornings was filled with you planning out your tasks or finish the tasks that you haven’t finished the previous day. In the midst of your planning, your supervisor walks into the room, your omega senses were immediately on high alert.
Luckily, your beta of a supervisor just wanted to let you and your coworkers know that there was going to be a big meeting later in the day with some big investors which they also wanted to hear what you and your coworkers have been doing for the brands that you are managing. Immediately, your omega self was cowering with anxiety because as much as you were passionate about your work, having to present to a higher up that is most likely an alpha just makes your skin sweat at the thought; what’s worse is that because you were the brand manager, you had to present for your team.
The rest of the day was filled with your coworkers assuring you that you’ll be fine and that even if the investor is an alpha, they wouldn’t allow them to easily talk however they want with you or even let your beta supervisor trapped you with one of his confusing questions. Thanking them for their support, you and coworkers then prepared the presentation to the investors together. Occasionally talk about what would the investor look like. Some of your coworkers making fun that the investor is probably some old grown alpha that is trying to waste their money somehow.
After having the first half of your day preparing for the presentation, it was finally lunch time. Some of your coworkers headed out to buy some lunch whereas you just ate the food that your parents prepared for you whilst going over the presentation that you wanted to give.
As you were eating, occasionally playing some games to ease your stress, your omega self suddenly felt a new yet comforting presence; as if that someone was calling out for you. Luckily, whenever you weren’t anxious, you always had more control over your wolf self so you easily brushed it off; internally reminding yourself to stop reading some fanfics where a hot CEO would come to your rescue.
Right before lunch time was over, you decided to head to the pantry and make yourself some tea to keep you awake but also to help calm your stress. As you were making tea, you heard multiple footsteps coming up and just like when you were at your desk, your omega self sensed the new presence and was practically clawing at yourself that you were being called by this new pressence.
Sighing, you decided to quickly make your tea and when you turned to walk back to your desk, you made eye contact with several men that were being escorted by the security; some were eyeing you but the one at the front with slicked back white hair, wearing a casual yet classy outfit and have a small scar under his left eye was obviously staring at you. As if he was observing you. However, you can’t seem to pick up this man’s scent. He had a distinctive musky alpha scent yet there was another sultry yet sweet scent that came from him and was slowly pulling you.
Luckily enough, your boss managed to snap everyone’s thoughts and invited these men up to the meeting room; also reminding you to come to the meeting room once you and your coworkers were ready.
Anxiety started to crept up when you went back to your desk and took your laptop. Your coworkers also asked you if you saw those men and if you also noticed a weird scent coming from all of them. You told them that you managed to catch a glance at them and you too also noticed a different scent from all of them. One of your coworkers then secretly let in on the rest of you that those investors are not just big but well-known investors that helped current high-end brands get where they are right now. Not only that, they were also known to be a pack of not just alphas but hybrids.
Rumor has it that they have been alive for over 7 centuries and are the reason why the world we know today is what it is. It was said that the main hybrid alpha, otherwise known as Taeyong, was turned by his ex-lover who was a witch. The supernatural creatures at that time were on verge of extinction and because his ex-lover was a witch, she used her final hours to change the then alpha into a hybrid of vampire and werewolf; gaining the immunity towards practically anything.
Ever since, the hybrid alpha turned his pack into hybrids, helping save all the supernatural creatures and keeping the balance between the supernatural creatures and helping them live amongst humans. Always making sure to keep peace between the two entity. All by the sacrifice of Taeyong’s ex-lover.
Unfortunately, your storytime was cut short and your supervisor called for all of you to go to the meeting room to present to the investors. Sighing, all of you grabbed your laptops and made your way to the meeting room which was immediately tainted with the hybrid scent that was very addicting to your omega self.
Upon entering, all the hybrid locked eyes with all of you. The hybrid at the center which you assume was Taeyong was staring at you once again. But this time, he wasn’t just observing you. It seemed that he was trying to recognize you or perhaps questioning your existince.
Fortunately, your boss snapped everyone back to reality and started the meeting with introducing all of you and the investors. Your supervisor then bridge the way for you and your coworkers to present about the brand you are managing and what all of you were planning to do moving forward.
Taking a deep breath, you connected your laptop to the projector and started to present the presentation. Starting from how much the brand has grown, what have you and your team done to keep the brand growing and what are the current and future plans that you and your team have come up with for the brand.
Once you’ve concluded the presentation, of course, your beta supervisor immediately asked you and your team on the detailed information, what kind of support you needed and why everything was very vague; basically making you and your team looked like that no one has done a thorough research for the presentation when in fact that you and your team were told to just give the big picture of everything.
Before you or any of your team could answer anything, your supervisor cuts in again, trying to “assure” with the investors by adding onto your presentation, telling them unrealistic procedures that you and your team will do moving forward, making all of you shocked and worried on what’s going to happen.
“I never asked for your statement when you’re not the one that’ll be doing the work” a low growl echoed in the room
When you slowly looked up, you noticed it was Taeyong that was the one that made the comment. But for some reason, instead of being scared, you actually feel comfort in Taeyong’s words. As if you’ve been comforted by his voice multiple times before.
“If you can’t even watch over or give your own report. I suggest you don’t give any sort of statement. As for the others, your presentation was great. Yes, it could use some additional information such as when would you like to do this campaign. You don’t need to worry about the budget because I’ll personally support it myself. Also, I’d like to personally talk to you more about this campaign and project” Taeyong stated, looking at you
Because you were unsure of Taeyong was talking to, you pointed at yourself, questioning him which made him chuckle. “Yes, you”. Taeyong stated pointing back at you, his face soften at your behaviour, making your omega self jumped in excitement.
After a few closing statements, you and your coworkers headed back to your own office room to continue on your work but you were stopped by Taeyong himself. “(y/n), would it be alright to have a word with you? Outside of the office, of course. I’ve let your boss know” Taeyong stated, making you turned around in surprised.
“I, me? Now?” you asked, holding your laptop tightly to your chest
“Yes, you, now. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Did you bring a car to work?” Taeyong asked
“Me? Well, I did…” you started, Taeyong getting closer. “Would it be alright if I drive it for you?” Taeyong replied. “S-sure, alpha” you accidentally blurted, immediately hiding your face behind your laptop as Taeyong chuckled. “Good, I’ll wait for you downstairs then. Don’t take too long” Taeyong whispered, walking downstairs as you rushed back to your desk
As you were packing your things, your coworkers asked if you got a sudden meeting with the hot hybrid alphas and all you could do is blushed and tell them that you do but you’re also not sure what the meeting will be about. Your coworkers then giggled and wished that you would loosen up and hopefully finally get your alpha mate, making you blush even harder.
Bidding your friends goodbye, you rushed out the door and headed downstairs to see Taeyong when your supervisor stopped you. Worried, you turned around to see your supervisor looking unpleased of the events that just occurred.
“You better not say anything much. Don’t you dare say anything unless needed or…” your supervisor threaten but suddenly was pinned to the wall by Taeyong
“Or you’ll what? Not so much of a threat are you now?” Taeyong growled
“T-taeyong…” you mumbled, wanting to reach out to him but held back because you were worried
“Go to your car, love. You don’t need to see this” Taeyong compelled you to leave which you did, leaving Taeyong with your supervisor
“Don’t you dare think for a second that you even have the ability to overpower young supernatural. Especially those that you consider inferior to you” Taeyong growled, showing his hybrid eyes and shoving his hand to your supervisor’s chest, his scream was echoing the office but no one cared because Taeyong compelled everyone
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“Let this be a lesson for you to respect everyone, even young omegas. Because you never know who those omegas mate is. Unfortunate for you, I just so happen to be hers. I already hate betas like you using omegas but knowing that a beta was doing this to my own mate just makes me feel something else, you know. I’ve waited centuries to see her again yet here you are acting as if she’s nothing but a puppet for you to play and manipulate” Taeyong snarled grabbing your supervisor’s heart
“Lucky for you, I still have the heart and patience because after centuries, I finally found my mate again” Taeyong released his hold and take his hand out, making your supervisor gasped while he licked the blood on his hand, eyes turning darker. “But if you ever cross the line again. I won’t hesitate to rip your insides out one at the time, force you to heal and do it all over again until I’m satisfied. Because you have no idea how much my mate has suffered. I might be the calm CEO but I can definitely be the hunter and claw you out just like those hunters did to me, my pack and my mate centuries ago” Taeyong warned, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the rest of the blood off, going to the car where you were in
“I hope you didn’t wait too long” Taeyong smiled, sitting in the drivers seat, getting your attention
“No, no I didn’t. I-is everything alright?” you asked worriedly, Taeyong cupping your cheeks and smiled. “It is now because I’ve finally found you again. After all these centuries. You’re finally back” Taeyong mumbled
“T-tae…I, I don’t understand” you breathed out. “You don’t have to. And I won’t force it on you. I’m just happy that you’re here and okay” Taeyong replied
“I am. Thanks to you” you replied, making Taeyong happy
“And I’ll never leave you again” Taeyong mumbled, kissing your temple
A/N: it's been a while since I wrote a Taeyong fic and after talking with @mymoodwriting, she finally convinced me to create another alpha neo fanfic. This fanfic is also a slight inspiration from my current situation at work and well, I hope that everyone won't have to go through any toxic people at their workplace. I hope that you all stay safe and healthy! :) xoxo vin
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00127am · 1 month
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signed with love and forever yours, taeyong
postage. lee taeyong & gn! reader, no warnings! cost to ship. 594 words
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i can't seem to write letters to you. every time i sit down and try to write one out, i fail. i've tried a hundred times by now and each one in this hundred hasn't been able to fully capture what i feel for you. no iteration of any sort of confession seems to meet the mark. i don't like saying i love you and i don't like reducing my affections down to those three, little words. three tiny syllables. because they are too small to encapsulate the whole of what i feel for you. though i'm not sure that any words can.
and when i try to find them, the words, i draw a blank. it's the same as when i sit down to write these letters to you. each time i do, i am so consumed by you, that i cannot even write the address. how do i write to someone who makes me feel things that not even words can describe? how do i show you how much i adore you if i cannot even muster up the courage to sign your name? how do i tell you how i feel if any such words that say it best fail to reach the extent of my affections?
and if i were to write to you, to speak to you, and use the phrase i love you--i think that i would wear it out. that i would say it, again and again and again and again until it no longer bore the meaning it once did. that you would grow tired of it falling from my lips because i would say it with everything you do. and i would write it on every letter, at the end of every sentence, as if it were a period. punctuating every word and phrase which i send to you, in hopes that this overuse would properly grasp the weight of my feelings. i doubt it.
i wish i could find the words for you. but until i do, please take i love you. because i truly do, love you, in every way which extends beyond the words.
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about taeyong's love letters.
taeyong writes his letters in messy cursive, rushed and impatient. it's as if he can't seem to get the words out fast enough, phrases often repeating and points made over and over again. he can never seem to find the perfect phrasing, but his rambling usually encompasses everything he's trying to say or at the very least, everything that he's feeling in the moment.
all of his letters are written on sparse paper he has lying around, ripped and crumpled. he writes on music sheets and sticky notes and receipts, covering front and back with pretty words and sentiments that pull a blush to your cheeks. he sends them along with any thing lying around that he thinks you would like. flower petals, cut outs from magazines, candy wrappers. all pieces of his life that he sends to you, so you can hold pieces of him--even when he's hundreds of miles away.
when you read his letters, you feel like your heart may burst out of your chest. you read his words like how he has written them, quickly and hurriedly, as if they may bleed off the page if you take one second too long to blink. you feel as if you've been consumed by adrenaline, heart beating a mile a minute. and when you read them, in this way that makes you ache (body and soul), you find yourself agreeing that love is not nearly enough of a word.
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pleaseee could we have a part 2 to the taeyong secret admirer?🙏🏻
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addict — taeyong
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> summary . he never quite got over you after your fallout, you're like an addiction that not even rehab could save him from.
> genre . smut, angst, ex-lovers, ex-boyfriend!taeyong, yandere!taeyong, gn!reader
> warnings . dark themes, stalking, non-con, strong language, abduction, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, violence, general sexual themes, manipulation, minor masochism.
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By the time you clocked out, it was already pitch darkness. You had never noticed how long your shift was until now, the parking lot was also fairly empty compared to the daytime. You weren’t sure how you would get home since there was no train left, and buses as well. Usually your boyfriend was nice enough to pick you up after work, but that was before you ended things with the guy.
To say he reacted negatively to your break-up proposal was an understatement, he smashed one of your vase in a fit of rage. You cut yourself on one of the shattered pieces trying to pick it up, the cut was still visible from that day. You were glad that he didn’t get physical with you, God forbid. But he was screaming and bawling his eyes out, practically lashing out at you which you thought was out of character of him.
You wanted to remember him as the once sweet and gentle boyfriend that loved you with all his heart, but the things he said that day was unforgivable. You never wanted to label your ex as being ‘crazy’, but he seem like he spiraled into insanity after you broke up with him. Constant calls and text messages, to showing up at your workplace, and he even tried to break into your flat once.
You could not believe it, absolutely not! He wasn’t like that at all when you two were still dating. Taeyong rarely had emotional outbursts, or put his hands on you, or anything of that sorts. You had to get a restraining order against him, and everything gone quiet since then.
“What the…” Coming home just to be met with flowers on your doorstep. You picked up the bouquet, there was a small card placed between the many thorns that the flowers had. Psychopath, really trying to see some blood from you.
You got shivers reading it, it was not just a simple ‘I love you’, it was from your ex-boyfriend. How the fuck did he deliver this to you? No outsiders could get into the building, and definitely no outsiders could get this far. How could he of all people?
You threw away the bouquet of flowers, not wanting to see it inside your home. You couldn’t deal with this, not after a long and tiring day at work. There wasn’t any forced entry into your apartment, but he tried once and you knew he was not afraid to do it again.
You stepped into the showers, hoping the water could wash away all of your anxiety and paranoia. If anything, something were to happen, you could still call the cops on him. Praying that he would leave you alone, it was just flowers. He probably had someone else deliver it, it wasn’t Taeyong who did.
With only a big t-shirt and underwear on your body, wearing less clothing to bed since it could get pretty hot in your room with the heater running all night. You didn’t want to get completely naked, you still wanted to have some modesty.
It was already close to midnight by the time you got into bed, you had to get up at five tomorrow. Sometimes you wished you could quit your job, not yet at the moment. You closed your eyes, releasing a long, dragging breath of exhaustion.
If only you and Taeyong didn’t have to end up like this, if only you could stay together like the happy couple you used to be. He would be here holding you in his arms, closely listening to you vent about how stressful your day was. But people change, and so do you. You both wanted different things, and that was what led you two down this path.
You wanted him to be happy, and you knew you couldn’t do so when all you do was work and work. You could barely stay awake to spend time with him when you were so tired and stressed out from hours of working, you even blew up on him once or twice before. You were the one that started fights, and you couldn’t bare watching him standing there and endured everything you said purely because of the stress and anger you had from your job.
That wasn’t right of you, so you chose to leave and give him freedom. However, judging from his response when you asked to split ways, all he ever wanted was you. Taeyong didn’t mind your anger, as long as he was still with you in the end of the day, he did not give a single care to any insult you threw at him. It was your love he wanted, he solely needed you and that was it.
Was ending things with him a good choice? That relationship was toxic, you weren't good for each other. It felt one-sided, and that shouldn't happen between lovers. You loved him, you really did. But you knew you could not keep on living like that, it was disaster waiting to happen.
Laying in bed alone after getting your own place, the sheets felt cold and too spacious. It was for the better, you were moving on to different things and that unfortunately did not include him. You wished the better for Taeyong too, that he would find someone else who could treat him well.
"[Y/N]..." You jumped awake, gripping tightly onto your sheets in a state of distress. You thought you heard something, or saw something even. As if the darkness was calling out your name, its voice deep and mellow of an unsettling familiarity. You laid back down, simply shrugging it off as a bad dream. Holding onto yourself, you could not help the sense of unease in your private living space.
Very soon though, you fell right back to sleep. You rather have some more sleep before your job start, there was no time to be feeling anxious or fear. If you could get a full eight hour sleep before waking up to go to work then you could not be happier.
Your bed felt a bit harder, and felt like it was moving almost. Opening your eyes, the sleepiness still coated your eyelids. Was it five already? You didn't hear your alarm go off. It was now the winter season, the sky at the crack of dawn could deceive you.
"You're up early." You felt shivers going down your spine, you never thought you would ever have to hear that voice again. His eyes was looking at you through the rearview mirror, hands still secured around the steering wheel.
"Taeyong, this is fucking crazy! I can get you arrested, don't you remember I have a restraining order over you?" You told. This was totally overboard, breaking into your place and kidnapping you without a second thought. How daring he has became? One who feared nothing, the consequences of which he looked down upon.
He laughed, driving away so casually like he had done nothing. Oh you poor thing, so loving that you had to distanced yourself from him 'cause you were worried about him. Not having a single knowledge, that he was ready to go against every law to have you.
The smile on his lips was once tender and loving held a different meaning with the situation happening in the current time. It wasn't love, it was a sickening obsesssion. The love he has for you was so overwhelmingly concerning, he could feel it rising in the back of his throat. Puking out his whole heart, the hallucinations were faint images of you.
It was not butterflies he felt in his stomach, you made him sick. Temptation, excitement, and the desire to do something that go against every one of his principles. Loving you caused him pain, muscles tensing up, sweating profusely, this sensation he often feel in his guts telling him that something bad was going to happen if you stay for just a little longer in his arms.
You gripped onto the coat that was laid on you, the one you got him for his birthday. Your skin was cold, your legs was bare and exposed for all eyes to be lingering. The heat was just barely keeping you warm, fighting with the cold wintry air that was now sneaking its way through the window panes.
“Where are you taking me?!” It felt like he have been driving for hours on end, you weren’t sure where you were as well. Outside was snowing more heavily than before, the temperature already dropping to the negatives.
Taeyong fixed his rearview mirror for him to have a better look at your face. “Back to where you belong,”
He glared at you, “With me.” Voice sounding deep and filled with betrayal. Yes, he was still salty about the break-up that happened almost two years ago. But he spent that time wisely, silently calculating a plan to take you away from the world. However to him, the break-up was an encouragement, it told him that he would have to try harder to earn you.
No bad intentions did you have when you said those words, you showed him how much you actually cared. Solidifying that you were this sweet and pure being in which he put on a pedestal and worship wholeheartedly. Everything you did, even when you ‘betrayed’ him, was a doing out of love.
“Taeyong, let me go! Before I call the cops—”
“With what?” Shit, your phone was no where to be found. He must have left it on your nightstand when he abducted you in your sleep. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to let you keep it, he knew you would threaten to call the authorities on him.
A silver object was shining inside of the seat back, you pulled out the Swiss army knife that he alway had in his car. Pulling out the knife blade, you attacked him. All senses was alerted, he held your wrist back from slicing his neck open. With one hand, he continued to drive with the very high risk of crashing.
“[Y/N]! You got to be out of your fucking mind!” The car drifted into the side of the road, the snow almost lifting it off the ground. It was right in front of his eyes, shining its sharp glory as it was about to see some blood.
The fight was cut short when you let out a yelp, it seemed that he had got you instead. Your forearm was sliced opened, you could feel each and every drop of blood leaving your body from the long cut. You screamed in anguish, trying to stop the bleeding but it kept coming and coming. The blood colored your other arm red, tears coloring both your cheeks.
The car door swung opened, he pulled you out to the freezing cold. It was such a rapid change that you felt like you were about to faint at any given second. The snow once white now just as red as your wound, there was so much blood for it to send you into a state of utter panic. Didn’t know what was going on, all you felt was lightheaded and nauseous.
Quite a surprise for him to be able to keep his composure at a situation like this, cleaning up your wound with the bottled water he kept in his car. Wiping the blood on both your hands with a most towelette, using a piece he tore off his shirt as bandages. That was all he could do for now, you still had a long way to go.
“That’s it, you’re sitting with me for the stupid stunt you just pulled.” He tensed his jaw, tying you up with duct tape in the passenger’s seat. You could do nothing but struggle. Tied up without a cellphone nearby to call for help, trapped in a seemingly never-ending car ride with your crazy ex-boyfriend.
At least the radio played music you could get by with, slow RnB melody that almost made you forget about what happened earlier. You blankly stared out to the window, white snow covered everything in sight. The road ahead was white, the trees was white, the sky solely had a touch of blue and orange as dawn began to rise.
A sudden heat landed on your thigh, it began to spread slowly on your skin. His touch tainted your skin once more, the warmth of his palm created such an odd sensation. The cold that numbed your senses, his hands felt so nice and soft. His fingertips running across your legs, the emotions that stayed under your body whenever he would touch you.
Inching closer and closer to your sex, rubbing it over your undergarment. No, you couldn’t! Your body would never listen, always opening your heart for the wrong person. You tried closing your legs, but he came back even stronger.
You let out a moan, feeling yourself drip onto his fingers over the fabric of your underwear. Just like that? You could never win, not when you were playing against Taeyong. He knew how to please you better than yourself, he knew exactly where to touch you to make you feel so good yet would leave you begging for more.
“Taeyong—! Stop–!” You didn’t want more, ‘cause you knew you couldn’t take whatever he was to give you. What more could you do? You were tied up next to him, you were dumb for not wearing more layers to bed. You were practically giving yourself up for him to do whatever he wanted to you.
Your underwear was pulled down to your ankles, his eyes were still glued to the road but his hand was fingering you in the passenger’s seat. You were making a mess of yourself, crying and moaning while you squirm in your place. Unconsciously widening your legs more for his fingers to go deeper, two already got you so worked up, more wasn’t much of a good idea.
He pulled on your hair by grabbing a fist full, you hated how he could be so rough yet so gentle at the same time. Rubbing his clothed crotch on your flushed cheek, your tears falling onto his pants as you stared back at him with glistening eyes that made holding back impossible. This man has gone mental, having you to suck him off while driving, just asking for an accident to happen as this point. Without a second thought, not one sane thought on his mind, he was in too deep to turn back.
He took his chance at the red light, his fingers tugging on the waistband of his brief. His cock was already quite hard, brushing against the side of your face as it stood in all its glory. Wiping away the tears on your eyes with his thumb, signifying the last time he was being nice. With no other word to be spoken, he forced his cock down your throat.
The swollen tip touching the back of your throat, gagging as tears began to build up in your sight once more. You have done this before, but it was difficult to get back to it so suddenly. Especially when you were so drained and tired and bleeding, with this on top of everything that happened, you weren't going to last long. Your consciousness was already falling in and out of your head, sooner or later he was going to notice.
"Oh God, baby, I miss you." Taeyong breathed out, gripping onto the steering wheel to stop himself from fucking your mouth. Your mouth felt so heavenly, it almost made him forget he was still driving. His hip lifted slightly, making his cock go deeper into your throat.
Nearing his destination, his eyes was trying its best to stay open. Before he could even park his car on the driveway of his house, his head tilted back as he emptied his load into your mouth. There was so much of it, some overflowing through the corners of your lips. Taeyong sealed your lips with his thumb, he knew you would spit it out which would be such a waste for all of the hard work you did. This was for you, all for you.
You had no choice but to swallow it down, the thick and slimy substance running down your throat. What a humiliation, crying in front of Taeyong after you blew him in a car. He turned you into a shameful mess, with his seeds dripping on your adorable face. You looked pretty like this, according to Taeyong that was. Only for him, the sight of you looking so cute yet lewd before him.
Pulling you up to him, "You're so good to me," He praised, pressing his lips all over your features. "I love you."
Holding you closely in his arms, letting you rest on his lap as he drove his car into the driveway. "Welcome home, [Y/N]." He carried you like a baby—his baby—knowing how exhausted and sick you were from the hour-long car ride. Sleep tight, Taeyong was here to take care of you like a good lover you needed. The only lover you needed.
You should just accept your fate, accept the fact that you'd never go back to how things was. However, isolation from the world was killing you. You itched to be able to step foot outside of your now shared bedroom, he would leave you at home by yourself while he was away at work.
Taeyong was good to you, maybe a little too good to be true. He would let you have anything that you want, except an escape from this hell. You want an expensive ring that you saw online? Sure, on your hand by the next day. You want some distance? It hurt him a little, but sure! You want him to let you go? Not a chance.
It seemed he had gotten wiser and much cautious, he was still the sweet and gentle Taeyong that you knew. The catch was, he no longer let you abuse his kindness. Whenever you were obedient, he would give you love and affection. But if you were misbehaving, he could shut everything down if he wanted to teach you a proper lesson.
For months and months of being stuck inside his house, your house as he stated, you quietly calculating a plan to flee without a notice. Studying his schedule, leaving early in the morning at seven and coming home around six or eight depending on the traffics. He would cook you breakfast everyday, up by a quarter to five to do so, which was around the same time as when you would wake up.
You has the whole house to yourself for about eleven hours for a day, long enough for you to get your things and leave by the time he would be returning home from his job. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, of course it wouldn’t be. The house was heavily monitored by cameras inside and outside, many rooms were locked up, potential weapons were also hidden beforehand by Taeyong.
There was a second plan, the thing was, it involved a lot of time and patience. But in this situation, you didn’t have a choice, did you? You started being nicer and less uncooperative and reactive, playing your role as what he wanted you to be, as what you used to be with him. You were scared of him, nonetheless—‘cause if a wrong move was to be made, he could snap until you could not recognize him.
Seeing a change in your behavior out of the blue, he did have suspicions. Overjoyed that things were back together once again, that thought slipped his mind. Taeyong allowed you to go out in public more than usual, though only with him but at least you got some fresh air once in a while. You couldn’t ask for help from any stranger on the street, you were in such a close proximity with Taeyong that you were sure he was waiting for you to slip up.
By some miracle, the one you had been hoping for to happen, you found a way to break the lock. You were in disbelief at first, but that was your ticket at escaping this monster. You packed some of your belongings into a small duffle bag, hiding it with all of the other luggages in your house so he wouldn't suspect a thing. He had a copy of the key to your apartment on his chain of keys that he would bring with him everyday. Along with his house key, the garage, his car, and one that you were unsure of where it would unlock.
When you were a hundred percent sure he was asleep next to you, it would be the perfect time to strike. You struggled out of his firm hold around your waist, took your bag from the closet, grab the set of keys that was still inside his jacket, and fled. Twist and turning as quiet as possible to not make any noise, at that moment, you were outside. You felt the wind blowing softly through each strands of your hair, getting as much fresh air as you could into your lungs. You were going to cry, you did it. Finally did it.
You threw your things into the backseat, you were ready! Ready to get out of this dammed place. You were too happy too soon, the engine wasn’t turning on. Shit, you twisted the keys again. Still nothing awoke. Not now! Why now?! Not when Taeyong was upstairs and sleeping, not when you were still in such a close distance with him.
The lights on the front porch suddenly turned on, catching your attention. Horrifying, utterly horrifying. To met with those soulless stare of his, no sadness, no happiness, solely disappointment existed under his features. You felt your heart beating faster as he neared, walking slowly and full of leisure while you began fearing for your life like the way you did when you filed for a restraining order on Taeyong.
“Get out.” He opened the car door, in his hand was a remote control of his car. You forgot that you could never win against him, you were naïve to think that you were a step ahead of him.
You stepped out, he held you back before you could make a run for it. The intense eyes and his grip tightening that could leave a bruise on your skin, you could tell he was mad at you. No, furious!
Back into your prison cell you were, the light was at the end of the tunnel but you were only at the begining. You weren't close at all, you had feeling that he already knew. He saw right through you like a glass pane, he read you like a book.
He was used to you treating him like shit one day and going back to the old you the other. Anyone would be fed up with your bipolar behavior, fed up with being slap then stroke. But not him, he would let you throw a temper tantrum then cry in his arms, he would let you punch and kick him even though the fault was yours.
Tears slid down your face, "You have to let me go, Taeyong, I'm begging you."
"I'll never, I need you in my life!" It felt like the grip he had on you was starting to cut off blood circulartion on your wrist. He too, was starting to tear up. He couldn't, he could never let you go. The day you'd break free out of his grasp would be the day he die, only death could be the thing keeping you away from him.
It was the love he had for you that blinded him, making him go against himself just for you. Was it you hurt or was it him?
"Taeyong, you're hurting me!" You mewled.
He broke down, "I'm hurting you?! Why don't you ever think about how you're hurting me?" His voice cracking with love-sick, he never wanted to paint you as a bad person. Though you were quite selfish for not considering his feelings when you said you wanted to break things off, you simply stood up and left without another explaination.
Falling onto the floor of your shared bedroom, where you slept and woke up everyday beside this man you once loved. His love was too much to bare, too supportive, too devoted, all too much! No one could love you like how Taeyong did, 'cause no one would be so infatuated with you to the point it mentally tormenting.
"You wouldn't know that, 'cause you were never there for me." He held you close, as if he was going to lose you again if he were to let his grasp just loosen a bit. Your neck was wet from his tears, his face digging into you. His soft lips teasing the sensitive skin on the side of your neck, choking you with the sins of his devotion.
The words was stuck in your throat, if you say something wrong he might get physical. He digged his nails into your back, as if wanting to rip you clean of all your layers, leaving you bare and shameful before his eyes.
"I'll fuck you back in love with me." Taeyong placed a kiss on your neck, whispering an invite to the place of no return. Touches of the devil drove you into a daze, staining your purity until nothing of yours was yours. Pushing him away was no use, his power over you was out of pure anger and nothing more. His hands moving down your spine caused you to shiver and squirm in his hold, his touches was warm and tender but loving was not the right feel.
Weirdly, it was rough—almost aggressive. You could say that he was letting out his wrath that had been kept deep down inside, solely through the way he chose to love you. You could feel it, by the way he initiated affection, his resentment manifesting.
His lips moving on yours, one that held all the love and lies he told. 'I love you' never felt so forlorn, it felt lonely in his arms for too many unknown reasons. You couldn't endure all of this, 'cause the more he held you the more you began to come apart.
Marks that he left wasn't love, it was to signify possession. A prized possession being missing was unforgivable. His teeth was sharp like the knives you plunged deep into his poor heart, biting at your fragile skin as if he wanted to drain you of your everything. Engraved into your body like a tattoo, no matter how much you could try to scrub it off, the hints of him would still stay wether you wanted it to or not. Even if you changed your skins, if only it was possible to do so, he was deep in your bones and your veins.
Taeyong stared at you dead in the eyes, the tears coated his glare. "I dare you to leave me again."
If he have to get physical, he would without a hesitation. He could break your legs so you'd never leave, it would be a doing out of love. He could make love to you so you'd be so dumb and fucked to hate him, it would be a doing out of love. He could get rid of other people from your life so you wouldn't be distracted from your relationship with him, it would be a doing out of love. He would be ready to do anything if it would leave you with nothing but him.
Pulling you up by your bruised wrist, you were pushed back to fall on the bed. Unsure of what his next move could be, he was so unpredictable to the point you could not tell if he was going to lash out at you or ask you to comfort him. You were caged in Taeyong's arms, the tension was rising in the room. You couldn't breath, or could you stop crying.
Stripped and humiliated before Taeyong, what a sight to admire. He laid hot kisses down your figure, you were like a garden of blooming flowers that he wanted to destroy. Your beauty was his, all your pretty flowers was a gift for him. Every inches of your skins were tainted with his burning fingerprints, you could never forget him now. He would always be right there, for every time you touched your naked self, for every time you see your skin. You would never feel clean, and could only shower in his love.
His wet tongue running up your body, you placed your hand on his head with attempts to push him away. He, of course, didn’t listen to your body language. Instead, going straight in for the kill. Using his mouth on you, yourself could not resist the pleasure. Dripping your unholy substance onto the sheets, wetted both your legs.
He stared back at you, teasing and all deviously, claiming his place between your legs. You tasted yourself when he went back up to kiss you, instantly knowing what his plan was to do. He was about to fuck you, he would always give you a reassuring kiss before he go inside.
Maybe it had been way too long since the last time you two went down on each other, ‘cause it felt like he had gotten bigger when he slid in. His hands holding both your legs, pulling you down onto his cock. Yelping from the sharp sudden pain from below, it tore you apart just a slight bit that was not enough for you to bleed.
“Please let me go.” One last beg before your pride died.
Taeyong just smiled, “I love you.” Pressing his velvety lips onto yours, hips quickly thrusting into a rhythm. All the sounds you made were shameful, you lost everything. Accepting the fact that this was your fate with nothing but utter despair, you would never get back what he stole from you. No, it wasn’t virginity, it was your ego and faith in humanity.
Your high felt like getting stab in your stomach, instead of bleeding out though, the fluid was a reminder that you had nothing but Taeyong now. Tears adorned your face, this was the reality you live in. Passing out under him not long after, you gave up and decided that you did not desire to see the face of the one who took everything you had from you.
This was an addiction, you were an addiction. Whatever maniac state you got him on would sooner or later make him overdose.
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