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I Want To Taste You - Yoo Taeyang

A/N: Thank you @taichoushadow for giving me the idea a few months back.

W/C: 7.9K

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Prompts: “I know a way to release all that nasty tension.” + “I want to taste you.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, bondage, hair pulling, mention of blood, nudism, pet/nicknames, marking, biting, teasing, nipple sucking, nipple stimulation, slow build-up, dirty talking, handjob, begging/pleading, blowjob, cum swallowing, clit stimulation, fingering, cum tasting, shower sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You enter the bedroom and saw Taeyang sitting on the side of the bed, his elbows on his thighs and his hands in his hair, for the past few weeks his schedule has been fully booked, and he had barely had a moment to breathe, and you had missed him. Right now, you could see the stress radiating off his body and knew you had to do something to lift it just for a moment, and to also satisfy the needy part inside you. You make your way towards the closet and open it, looking for something specific. Neither of you had spent much time together, and you missed him, but you understood his busy schedule, you did sign up for it when you said yes to being his.

You find what you were looking for and pull it from the closet before closing the doors, you make your way towards the bed and drop the tie next to him, he looks at the fabric before looking up at you, his hair was uneven, and you could see his eyes starting to show guilt.

“I don’t feel like going out, Y/n…” He mumbles. You lick your lips and reach for his shirt, your fingers slowly unbutton the white dress shirt he wore, and he could feel a shift taking place in the air. You undo the last button and slide your hands over his lower abdomen, over the happy trail that was starting to grow out again, before you move your hands higher. He takes in a deep breath as he begins to feel the tension in his muscles easing. You slide your hands over his chest, making sure to run your fingertips over his nipples before moving them to his shoulders.

You slide your hands over his broad shoulders before pushing his shirt off, making sure to keep your hands in contact with his skin as you slide them down his arms, using your wrists to push the fabric down. You push the sleeves over his hands and completely remove the shirt and pull it away from him, tossing it towards the laundry hamper near the bathroom door.

“Who said anything about going out?” You ask. He reaches for your waist to pull you close, but you grab onto his wrists, stopping him. “Put them behind your back,” You release his wrists, and he moves his hands behind him. You climb onto the bed, holding onto his shoulders for support, before you released them and reached down for his wrists. He could feel your hot breath against his exposed skin, over the back of his shoulder and then over the back of his neck, the tips of your hair tickling his skin as they brush against him when you moved.

“What are you planning on doing?” He asks. You pull the tie around his wrists, making sure to tie it firmly yet loose enough around his wrist to not cut off any blood supply from his hands. You look at how you had wrapped it around his wrists and nod before you place your hands on his shoulders again and lean a little closer.

“To relief your stress,” You whisper. Your lips brush right against his earlobe, which causes him to shiver. “And to take care of my needs at the same time,” You take his earlobe between your teeth and tug on it as you slide your hands over his shoulders, pausing at his chest when your fingers reached his nipples. You rub your index fingers over the buds and heard his breathing taking a dip for a moment, he could feel your breathing right against his ear as you tug on his earlobe.

“D-dove…” He breathes out. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as blood begins to flow towards his member, and he could feel it starting to harden. You release his earlobe and kiss down his neck, over his shoulder before your lips move down his spine, he could feel goosebumps appearing on his skin as you targeted his sensitive areas. “D-dove…” Your fingers circle his nipples, and he could feel his body responding to what you were doing to him.

“A moment, I’m connecting all the dots,” You mutter against his skin. You were targeting his moles, making sure to kiss them as you move lower and lower until you reached his hands. Your warmth against him suddenly disappears, and he feels the bed moving as you climb off it. “You seem highly stressed, and all that tension you’re carrying should be released… but I also missed you the last couple of weeks… months, actually… so while de-stressing you, I will take care of my wants and needs as well,” You watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “I’ve been patiently waiting for you, you know.”

“I-I know,” He says. He could feel the air surrounding you both shift to a warmer one, a heavier one, and he knew that neither of you would be turning in early tonight. “And whatever you have planned for me, I will take it,” You give him a smile before nodding your head. “I’ll take it… but after this, you’re going to take what I give you.”

“Only fair,” You say and reach for the hem of your shirt, and pull it over your head. He watches as you toss it towards the laundry hamper, missing it by just a few centimetres, next was your bra to fly through the air and lands inside the hamper before you turned your attention to him fully once again. “But you’re first,” You step closer to him, stepping between his legs and moving your hand underneath his chin to lift his head and have him look up at you. You lift your other hand and trace the pads of your fingers over his lips, feeling how soft and plush they were underneath your touch. “So kissable… and all mine,” You lean down and press your lips against his, kissing him hard and hotly, both of your eyes shutting in pleasure.

His lips move with yours, and he could feel the kiss becoming deeper and heavier as the seconds ticked by, you swipe your tongue over his lips, and he parts his lips, allowing you entrance to his mouth. His skin grew hotter and sweat begins to form on him as he feels your tongue exploring every single inch of his mouth, not leaving a spot untouched by it. He pulls at the tie, hoping to pull his hands loose, but he quickly realises that you had done an excellent job at tying them together behind his back. He pushes his tongue against yours before pushing it into your mouth, running it along your tongue, and just as he was about to explore your mouth, you pulled back. Silver strings of saliva break off and cover his chin and yours, both of your lips swollen from the kiss and both of you breathing in hard.

“Whoa…” He breathes out as he opens his eyes. You could see the daze in them along with a cloud of lust swirling in them. You lick your lips as you feel your muscles tighten inside you for a moment and a wetness growing between your legs. You move your hand from underneath his chin along his jaw until your hand reaches the top of his head, and you slowly comb your fingers through his hair before gripping onto his locks and pulling his head back to expose his neck to you. “Fuck…”

“Soon,” You mutter. You lean down and press your lips against his Adam’s apple, softly kissing it and as you did, you felt it move against your lips as he swallows. Your lips wrap around it, and you begin sucking on it, you could feel it bobbing between your lips as his breathing was picking up.

“Hmm, hmm, Dove,” He mutters. You pull away from his Adam’s apple and kiss down to his collarbone, stopping at his mole. He could feel your lips brushing over it before you kissed it. You loved all of his moles, and you had made that clear since day one when you both had met. Your lips move between the two moles, and you bite down on his skin, causing him to let out a hiss. “Y/n…” You smirk against his skin as you lick over the bite mark and move lower. You sink to your knees in front of him and lean closer to his chest and release the tight grip you had on his hair. “Wait…” You pause and look up at him. “Put a pillow underneath your knees,” You could feel your heart soften before nodding your head.

“Right, yes, okay,” You say and stand from the ground, you reach over the bed and pull one of the pillows towards you before dropping it onto the floor between his feet. “Thank you,” You lower onto your knees on top of the pillow, feeling the soft fluffy pillow underneath your knees instead of the rug felt much better.

“Of course, I don’t want you hurting your knees,” He says. You look down as you smile, you only grew fonder of him every single day, he gave you enough reason to grow fonder of him and fall even deeper in love with him. You lift your head and lean closer to his chest, his eyes follow your movement and soon his lids flutter as he feels your lips touch his nipples, which were indeed sensitive. “Ohh…” You slip your tongue out of your mouth and slowly lick over the bud, hearing him squirm as your tongue laps at his nipple. “Dove…” You place one hand on top of his thigh, feeling the fabric of his jeans underneath your hand and making a mental note that you would have to remove those quickly.

“Hmm, your mouth feels so good…” He sighs. You bring your other hand up, and he felt your thumb brush over his other nipple and rub slow circles around it. “H-hmm,” His chest was rising deeply and falling slowly as he takes in deep breaths. You wrap your lips around his nipple, and you watch as he swallows, just having him slowly becoming putty in your hands and having him starting to make all these little noises for you was making you wet. You could feel your skin starting to become clammy as sweat begins to appear on it, the room was hot, the air surrounding you was hot. “F-Fuck…” You pull back from his nipple and lick a stripe towards his other nipple, and slide your hand down his stomach before hooking the tips of your fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “D-dove…”

“Hmm,” You hum at him. You slide your fingers along his waistband while your tongue licks over his nipple, causing his breathing to become heavier. You unbutton his jeans and push the zipper down. “Lift…” You pull back from his nipple and watch as he lifts his hips just enough for you to tug his jeans down his hips. He sits back down, and you slide his jeans down his legs, making sure to brush your knuckles against his skin as you do.

“Ohh, fuck…” He moans, feeling the touch you were leaving behind on his skin, it felt like you were setting him ablaze before the heat quickly died down when your touch had disappeared. He lifts his feet, and you pull his pants off, and you toss the rough fabric behind you, not caring that you missed the hamper by a long shot. Your eyes drop to the tent raging in his underwear, you could see a wet patch already on the fabric, and lick your lips.

“You already look so needy,” You coo. You place your hand on top of his thigh and slowly slide it towards his boxers, your fingers slide over the fabric and slowly creep closer to the outline of his cock. You hear his breathing slow down as he felt your fingers near him hard-on. “Remember to breathe, Tyang…” Your fingers touch the bulge through the fabric.

“Fuck,” He hisses. He was already sensitive to the light touch on his cock, you slide your fingers along his length. “Fuck…” Your fingers pause midway, and you lift them off his cock to place them against his happy trail, he takes in a stuttering breath and feels your fingers slowly trace along the trail.

“You keep removing this also,” You mutter. “Not only do I miss you like crazy, but then you remove this also, which drives me insane because just… look at it, it leads right down to where you need my attention the most right now, right where I love making your mind spin, and you moan my name for me,” He watches you intently as you begin to lean closer. “I wish you could just leave it alone and let it be there to make me happy, it’s called a happy trail for a reason,” You press your lips against the top of the trail and slowly kisses down along it, following it all the way until your lips reached his underwear.

His breathing had picked up, and you could see how flushed his skin was, his ears were read as he watches you. You flatten your tongue against the trail and lick upwards, his lips part and a low groan leave the back of his throat as he felt a pleasurable sensation running through his veins that was causing the fire inside him to grow bigger. Your mouth encloses his belly button, and he feels your tongue circling it before you pulled back and dropped your hands to the elastic of his underwear. Without needing to ask, he lifts his hips, and you smirk, knowing how needy and desperate he was for you to touch his cock.

You tug his boxers down and slowly drag them along his legs as he lowers his hips down to the bed, he lifts his feet, and you watch as his muscles tighten as he does. You remove his boxers from him and toss them behind you, hearing it land somewhere in the room, definitely not near the hamper, but that would be later’s worries when you would pick everything up to go wash it. His cock slaps against his lower abdomen, leaving a smear and splatter of pre-cum behind on his skin, which only makes you lick your lips as you feel your mouth water.

“So hard, so needy,” You breathe out. He could see lust swirling in your eyes as you keep your eyes locked on his cock, he could feel his mind beginning to spin with how you paid attention to him, you always made sure to give him exactly what he wanted and needed, but tonight almost felt slightly different, and he wasn’t so sure if you would be giving him what he’s craving at the moment. He feels your hand touch his thighs and slide over them, and to the inside of him, he could feel your hands getting closer and closer to his cock, your fingertips almost touching his balls.

“No!” He gasps as he feels you pulling your hand away. A devious smirk on your lips as you look up at him, you were going to be playing with him, making him sweat and beg for you to touch him. “Fuck, you’re going to be so bad to me tonight, aren’t you?” His breathing was hard, and you could see his neck veins starting to come out, and you could only imagine that the veins on his arms had already started to appear as well.

“Well, you do have months of tension pent-up in your muscles, I should make sure that it’s all released and taken care of,” You say, and then gave him the most innocent smile you could muster up. You watch his jaw clench as he swallows, trying to mentally prepare himself for what’s to come. “Just relax and enjoy it all,” He watches as you lean closer to his leg, your lips press against his thigh, and you gently kiss the spot, your eyes leave his face, and you focus your attention on his leg, wanting him as riled up as you could possibly have him before you would give him what he wanted, ad needed.

“Fuck…” He sighs. Your lips travel a little higher, and he feels your teeth grazing over his skin and moments later they sink into his skin, making him jerk his leg at the sensation that goes through his veins. “Fuck… Dove, Y/n,” You suck on the spot, wanting to leave a deep purple bruise behind along with your teeth marks before moving higher and moving to the inside of his thighs, he could feel your hair tickling the inside of his thighs as you got closer to his cock. “Dove… Please,” You felt your insides twist for a moment as you hear him say the word ‘please’, your wetness growing more between your legs.

Your lips brush against his skin, and he watches you with such intensity as you kiss the spot before sucking on it and leaving another dark mark behind on his skin, it was like you were letting him know how frustrated you had been the last few months without his attention, without his touches by making him feel frustrated to not able to touch you, and just watch as you tease him and have him wondering when you would touch his cock.

“Please, dove…” He says, his tone sounding strained as he pleaded with you. He pulls at the tie, hoping it would get loosened, but again, it didn’t, and he was left in frustration as he could only watch you and feel what you were doing to him. You turn your head, turning your attention to his other thigh, your teeth dig into his skin. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His low moan caused your pussy to clench and unclench, you could hear the wet noises coming from yourself as you did.

“So eager,” You say as you pull back from his thigh. You glance up at his face, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead and beads of sweat appearing on his chest and neck. “Fuck…” You place a hand at the top of his thighs, squeezing it, before you moved your head a little higher to kiss just next to the mark you left behind. Your eyes drop to the head of his cock, pre-cum glistened on it, and you could see it leaking down his cock and slowly roll along his length. You pull back from sucking on his thigh and slowly slide your head closer to his cock, your lips staying in constant contact with his skin as you do.

“Fucking… fuuuckkk,” He mumbles, watching you closely. His eyes widen as he feels some of your hair tickling against the underside of his cock, and for a moment he thought you were going to take him into his mouth, only for you to pull your head back. “Noooo,” You slide your hand on top of his thigh towards his cock, making sure to trace your fingers over his pubic bone before you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the pre-cum that had trickled all the way down underneath your hand.

“Hmm, how hot is that, Tyang?” You ask, almost purring out your words. “You’re making such a mess and I haven’t even properly touched your cock yet,” He felt his mind spin, his hips buck as he felt your warm hand wrapping around his cock, this was what he wanted, what he needed, or almost. You slowly twist your hand around the base of his cock, spreading his arousal over it, before slowly sliding your hand upwards. “Look how shiny it is,” You spread his arousal over his cock, quickly making the entire length glisten with his pre-cum and causing it to glisten in the light. “It looks so delicious right now,” He shivers as he hears you loudly lick your lips.

Your hand reaches the head of his cock, and you lift your gaze to watch his face as you slowly slide the pad of your thumb over his head, over the slit on his cock. He bites his bottom lip as he inhales deeply through his nose, you could see how desperate he was for you to touch him there, and you knew he was even more desperate to feel your mouth wrap around him.

“You’ll get what you want in a few minutes,” You whisper. His eyes abruptly move to meet yours, he keeps them locked with yours and you both stare at each other with such intensity that you could feel a ball of pleasure forming inside you and your juices leaking through your folds and making a mess in your panties. His eyes were dark as he watched you, the gaze he held was enough to make you come undone when it was him between your legs, but right now, the roles were switched, and you had him right where you wanted him, needed him.

“Dove… Pl-please, please, I need more,” He pleads with you, the begging tone he had, was causing a tingling sensation to go through your core. “Please…” You circle your thumb over the slit before slowly spreading the oozing arousal around the tip before slowly working your way down his length, spreading it all over him. You could feel the prominent vein on the underside of his cock underneath your touch as you move your hand lower and lower until it reached the base of his cock once more. “Fuck, please… Uhh hmpf,” He tilts his head back as he felt his mind spinning more and more. He was getting close to his release, he could practically taste it, and he wanted, no, he needed your mouth to trigger that release for him.

“Soon,” You whisper. Your hand slides along his length, the warm feeling of your hand was driving his mind insane, and the fact that he couldn’t touch you either, it felt like torture to him. Your thumb swipes over his slit again, making him buck his hips, trying to get more from you, from your hand. “So cute when you’re this desperate and needy,” You twist your hand around the head of his cock, and for a moment he swore he stopped breathing as he fought to keep himself from exploding right then and there. You watch as he swallows before you lower your gaze to his cock. “So hot too,” You lick your lips and lean down.

He lifts his head as he felt your hair touch his thighs and looks down at you, his eyes wide as he pays close attention to what you’re doing. His breathing had slowed down, afraid if he moved too much that you would back away again. You glance up at him, and part your lips as you get closer to the tip.

“Y-Y/n…” He whimpers. You let out a breath, and watch him buck his hips as the air touches his wet cock, the cool air causes his muscles to pull and twitch, and you knew just how close he was. His thighs tense as he continues to feel your breath against his cock, cooling the hot arousal that was spilling from him. “Y-y/n-n…” Hearing him stutter your name was turning you on and making your skin grow warmer and your wetness to grow. “M-more, I ne-need mo-more, fuck, pl-please,” You lean closer, and he stops breathing for a moment as your lips wrap around his cock. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk,” He inhales sharply as he feels your mouth slowly take more of his cock. You watch his stomach muscles pulling, and you knew he was fighting hard to keep himself from spilling his load into your mouth immediately.

“Hmm, hmm,” He whimpers and whines. You bob your head up and down the tip of his cock, hearing his strangled groans and moans, the sound was like music to your ears and you absolutely loved it. Your tongue pressed against his slit, knowing it was driving him mad as you did, you reach with your other hand and cupped his balls, feeling them tighten underneath your grip. “I’m…” You had the perfect view of his muscles pulling and tensing. “Y/N!” He screams before he falls back on the bed, he bucks his hips upwards, his cock sliding deeper into your mouth, you could feel it twitch inside you and completely halt what you were doing. “NO, NO, FUCK, DON’T STOP!” The desperation in his scream made you press your thighs together to create some type of friction for yourself.

“Y/n, please, fuck, fuck, don’t do this, please, fuck, let me cum,” He pleads with you. “Please, fuck, I’ll take such good care of you if just let me cum right now, please,” Suddenly his hips jerk, and you feel his cock reach the back of your throat as you suck on his cock harshly. “FUCK, YES, YES, PLEASE!” He tugged at his tie again, needing to grab onto your hair and guide you over his cock and get him to where he needed to be. “FUCK, PLEASE DON’T STOP!” His hips uncontrolled thrust upwards, you keep your head still as he fucks himself into your mouth, he could feel his balls tightening and his muscles tightening. “FUCK!” His cock twitches in your mouth and you brace yourself as you squeeze his balls. “YYYY/NNNN!” Hot ropes of cum spill into your mouth, and spill from your mouth as it fills quickly, you try swallowing as much as you could, but his load was too much.

The saltiness spreads through your mouth as you swallow, and use your tongue to ease him through his high, his hips rocking upwards as he gets himself off on your mouth, the tension he felt had evaporated and his mind was spinning while his body was shaking with ecstasy, the indescribable feeling had taken control of his body and to him, it felt like he was floating through the clouds. You pull your mouth off his cock which was starting to soften once his body had calmed down enough, you release his balls and his cock and place your hands on his thighs, letting him feel the mess he had caused on himself and on your hands as you drag your hands along his thighs, leaving a smear of his load behind on his skin.

“Fuck…” He breathes out. You lick your lips, trying to clean your mouth before you use the back of your hand to wipe everything clean from your mouth and chin, you could feel the sticky liquid as it drips down your chest, he had made a mess not just on himself but on you as well. He lifts his head to look at you before using the little energy he has to force himself to sit upright. “Fuck, you look so…” You reach around him, and he feels your fingers pulling at the knot you had made, and moments later his hands were freed from their bindings.

“Feeling better?” You ask. He slowly nods his head and watches as you stand from the ground, your hands moving to your knees to rub them. The pillow did cushion most of it, but you could still feel a strain on them. He watches as you pick the pillow up and toss it back onto the bed. “Feeling relaxed?”

“I am…” He says. His eyes watch you cautiously, trying to figure out what your next move would be. “Thank you for relieving my stress and taking most of it off,” You give him a warm smile, but he could see that you were trying to hide the lust you felt, you still needed a release.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” You say. You step back, and he watches as you turn your back to him and make your way towards the laundry hamper, he watches as you push your pants down along with your panties and drop them into the hamper before you disappear into the bathroom. Your skin was glistening from sweat, and he could feel his hair sticking to his skin. He could use a shower also, a long one with you. And as tired as he felt right now, he knew he couldn’t just let you take care of your own problem, it had been months since you last were this intimate with each other.

He pushes himself to stand and quickly strides to the bathroom as he hears the shower being turned on, he enters the bathroom and watches as you step underneath the water and pull the door shut behind you. He swallows as he watches you run your hands over your neck and shoulders and down your arms. It should be his hands. He quickly pulls the door open, making you snap your head in his direction as the cold air rushes into the hot cubicle.

“I want to taste you,” He simply says and steps into the shower, pulling the door shut behind him before backing you up against the tiled wall. You gasp as your warm back hits the cold wall, a rush of ecstasy going through you at the sudden temperature change against your skin. His lips were immediately against your neck, going lower and lower until they reached your nipple, and he wrap his lips around it, one of his hands cup your breast and his thumb immediately presses against the nub and begins rubbing it. His other hand moves between your legs, and you feel his fingers come in contact with your juices that were coating your folds and the crease of your thighs.

“Fuck, Tyang… fuck,” You moan. His fingers quickly became coated with your arousal, and he was now well aware of how wet you were from teasing him and making him feel good. He briefly pulls away from your nipple and lifts his head to make eye contact with you.

“You’re so fucking wet, and you wanted to come wash it all off without letting me feel, or have a taste?” His tone was low and dangerous as he spoke, which caused your pussy to clench. “So fucking naughty and filthy of you,” His head dips down, and his lips were right back on your nipple, sucking harshly on it, which was causing a sensation to rush through and go straight to your pussy and to the ball of pleasure building inside you.

“Tyang… Tyang, fuck, Tyang!” You cry out. Your lids fluttered at the indescribable pleasure that coursed through your veins and ignited your skin. The glass quickly fogs up from the hot water and from the actions happening between the two of you, you reach out with one hand and slam your hand against the glass, trying to grab onto something, anything. His fingers slip between your folds, and you feel them easily glide over your pussy with how slippery your juices were. “Tyaaaanggg,” His finger rubs at your clit, and you could feel goosebumps forming on your skin. “Good, so good, fuck,” Your mind was spinning with pleasure when he suddenly releases your nipple.

“I said I wanted a taste…” He mutters. His tone is low, he feels your pussy clench at his words, and a smirk forms on his lips. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to do now,” You watch as he lowers down to his knees in front of you, his hand releasing your nipple and breast and sliding down to hold onto the crease of your hip. “Spread your legs,” You step your feet apart and watch as he leans closer to your pussy. His lips press against your mound, and he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses down to your folds.

“TAEYANG!” You cry out as his lips make contact with your sensitive clit. You reach down with your other hand and twist your fingers into his locks, pulling at them as he licks over your clit. “TAE!” The feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit was causing the pleasure inside you to grow more. “OH, oh, fuck…” Your heart pounded in your ears as you hear your blood rushing through your veins. His fingers slide along the inside of your folds before they come together once they reach your entrance. “Ohhh,” You press your head against the tiled wall and close your eyes.

“Ohh, you taste so delicious,” He says as he pulls back briefly. He slides his fingers inside you, making you curl your toes at the stretch and filling feeling you feel. His tongue returns to your clit, and you feel him lick a long slow thick stripe along it.

“TYANG!” You cry out as you bend over. “Taeyang, oh, oh, fuck, Taeyang…” You feel his fingers curl inside you once they were fully inside you, you hear the sucking sound of your wetness as he moves his fingers inside you. “Shit, I…” You slowly straighten yourself, only to feel him pull away from your clit and kiss down your thighs.

“I should repay the favour to you for marking my thighs,” He says. He looks up at you and finds you already looking down at him with wide eyes, the lust had completely taken over, and he could see it swirl in your eyes along with the want and need for him. You watch as he parts his lips before he pressed them against your thighs, your back arches, and you tilt your head back against the tiles as his teeth sink into your skin, while at the same time, his fingers pump in and out of you, curling every few times inside you.

“TAE!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping further into the pleasurable feeling that’s taken control of your body. Your breathing was fast and loud, your body felt like it was shaking, and you weren’t sure if you could keep standing on your own for long. “Taaaeeee,” He pulls back from your thigh before moving to the other and licking over it before his lips attach to your skin, and you feel him sucking on it. “Fuck… I…” Your fingers scratch at the glass, still trying to find something to grab onto and hold onto. “Fuck, fuck, Tae…”

“Hmm, so pretty,” He mutters once he pulls away from your thigh. His lips gently touch your skin as he kisses his way back to your pussy before taking a fold between your lips and sucking on it. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the blissful feeling go through you, how could you even describe it? His fingers continue to pump in and out of you slowly, making sure to drag everything out before he would let you cum. “Hmm,” The vibrations of his hum travel through your pussy and up to the ball of tension inside you, adding to it as it was starting to threaten to come apart.

“TAE!” You couldn’t help but scream his name, it felt so good. “Oh, my fucking…” He tugs at your fold before he releases and takes hold of the other one. Your toes curl against the tile floor, and you feel a tingling sensation slowly creeping up your legs. “Taaaeeee,” You could see stars dancing behind your lids as your high was slowly approaching you. “I… I’m…” He tugs on your fold, and you feel a light friction against your clit as he does, it felt like he was tugging right at that ball of tension inside, taunting it. “Taaeeyyanng,” A third digit easily slips into you with how wet you were, the sucking sound was only getting louder the faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Taeyang, Taeyang, oh, my fuck,” You quickly say. Your mind was starting to spin, and the little specs of dust were becoming bigger and brighter behind your lids. “TAE!” He releases your fold, and you feel his lips wrap around your clit, you push your hips forward and against his face, his fingers slipping deeper inside and his nose presses against your mound. “FUCK!” It felt like a bolt of lightning going through you as the knot of pleasure inside you suddenly comes undone. “TAEYANG!” You hunch over as if your upper body was pulled down as your release hits you. You try and squeeze your legs shut, only to press your thighs right against the side of his head.

“Hmm,” He moans as he feels the warmth from your thighs against him. The hum only made your body jerk as it was right against your sensitive clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster to get you through your high while he sucked harder on your clit.

“FUCK!” You moan and bring your hand away from the glass to grab onto his shoulder, your fingers dig into his skin as you keep yourself from sinking to the floor. “I’M!” You push back against him, pushing yourself upright against the wall again. Your body slowly calms down, and he slips his fingers from you, and he slowly releases your clit with a soft popping sound. “Fucking… fuck, Tyang…” You keep your eyes closed as you take in several deep breaths, you could feel the spray from the shower hitting your body, Taeyang must have been soaking wet from how it would be hitting him.

You release the tight grip you had on his shoulder and on his hair and let your hands fall to your side. Your heart drummed loudly in your ears, and you tried to gather your thoughts to focus on the sounds surrounding you. Water, and hard breathing… along with the sound of something wet moving. You lift your head and look down at Taeyang, and found his hand around himself, slowly stroking his cock that had hardened from sucking on your clit and fingering you.

“Oh, my fucking, fuck,” You whimper out and squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling sharply before you opened your eyes to look down at him again. The sight was sinful. He was on his knees, his hair was covering his eyes, and it was completely wet, his skin glistened from the water and his hand around his cock.

“You’re just this… irresistible,” He breathes out. “I need you around my cock,” Your pussy clenches at his words, and you hold one of your hands out for him to take. He instantly placed his hand in yours and carefully stands from the shower ground, making sure not to slip. “We need to find a place that has a bigger shower, one with a seat,” He presses his body up against yours, making you feel his warmth and as he strokes himself. “It would make things so much easier,” You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and watch as he tilts his head back, he was practically rock hard already.

“Put it in…” You whisper. “We’re both gonna cum equally fast, put it in, fuck, please,” You feel his hand grab onto the back of your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist, the head of his cock pushes past your folds and slides over your clit before stopping against your slit. He lifts his head to look at you, you unwrap your hand from his cock and grab onto his wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock before you buck your hips forward, causing his cock to slide into you. “TAE!”

“F-fuck,” He grunts. His lids fluttered at the sudden tightness around the head of his cock. To say he was sensitive from cumming so hard earlier would be an understatement. “Uhgmm,” Your jaw slacks as you feel his cock stretching your walls and filling your pussy, he pushes his hips forward and fills your pussy to the brim, before pausing and giving you both a moment to calm down enough.

“Fuck, uhm, Tae…” You whimper. His eyes were dark, and you could see the lust dancing in them, which made your walls clench and unclench around him. He leans in closer and lifts your hand above your head, pressing it against the tiled wall.

“Keep doing that… and I’m gonna fill you right now,” He says, his voice strained as he spoke. He slowly pulls his hips back, and the wet squelching sound quickly fills the cubicle as his cock slides from you, only stopping until the tip remained inside you.

“It's not my f-fault you feel so g-good inside me,” You stutter out. You feel a shiver go up your spine right before he thrusts into you, you press your head against the wall as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. His thrusts were slow and long, which was not only making your mind spin but his also. His other hand holds onto the back of your thigh, keeping it wrapped around his waist. “F-fuck, so good… so good, Tyang,” His nose brushes against yours and you both stare into each other’s eyes, not once breaking away from the intense eye contact.

“You… take it so good,” He breathes out. You were breathing hard and so was he, it was like time had slowed down for the both of you. “Mine… you’re mine,” He squeezes your hand as he thrusts into you before loosening his grip as he slides out. “I love you so much,” His lips brush against yours, and your eyes shut as your lips move together in a slow passionate kiss. Your free hand moves to the back of his head, and your fingers slide through his wet locks before you grip them. This quickly turned into a slow, passionate love-making session, which was a big change from the pace you had in the bedroom and when you first got in the shower.

“I love you too, Tyang, so much…” You whisper against his lips once the kiss was broken. You could feel his hot breath lingering against your lips as he pants with each thrust. “Faster…” And as if on command, his hips move a little faster. You could feel a pleasurable tension pulling inside you, and knew it wouldn’t take long before you would become undone once more. He could feel his balls starting to tighten as your walls pulse around his cock, milking him to fill you with his load.

“Fuck…” He grunts. “I’m not…” Your walls clench around him and hear him take in a stuttering breath before you felt his hips stutter against yours. “Last…” You move your hips against him, meeting his thrusts halfway, which only makes his mind spin. “Dove…”

“I’m gonna cum…” You whisper. You push your chest against his as your back arches, your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids and your head tilts back against the tiled wall. He opens his eyes and watches as you swallow loudly. “TAE!” And then he felt it, he felt a rush around his cock as your juices surround him and push past his cock. It felt like your body was floating with how light it became the moment the tension inside you snapped, your mind was thrown into the clouds, and it drifts through the sky as your body shakes with ecstasy. “TAE, OH, FUCK!” His movements pick up as he chases after his high, his balls felt tight, and it felt like it was only getting tighter the closer he got to the edge.

“FUCK!” He groans as he feels a sudden snap inside you. His hips rapidly push against yours as hot ropes of cum spill into you. “Fuck, fuck, taking it so… fuck,” He rocked his hips against yours as he fucks his load back into you. “Fuck!” You pull at his hair as you feel his cock hitting every right spot inside you.

“Tae!” You whimper as you feel your body slowly coming down from cloud nine. It felt like jelly, and you swore if it weren’t for him pushing you up against the tiled wall, you would have been on the floor by now. You keep your head rested against the tiled wall, feeling his body shake against yours as he gets himself through his high before coming to a halt against you. His head falls to your shoulder and you both breathe loudly and take a moment to go through the aftershocks of what had happened, the afterglow slowly begins to settle in as you catch your breath.

You release the grip on his hair and slowly slide your hand down his back before stopping when your hand reaches his hip as you open your eyes to look at the glass door behind him. He lifts his head and looks at you with a worn-out expression, his smile was lazy, but it seemed like he was satisfied, you at least hope he was.

“Satisfied?” He softly asks. You nod your head and feel him release your hand he had pinned to the tiled wall. “Does anything hurt?” He lowers your leg down to the floor and his hand moves to the inside of your thigh where he knew he had bit down.

“Nothing hurts,” You mutter, before your eyes dropped to his thighs that had a lot more bite marks than yours. “Do… those hurt?” You lift your gaze with a worried expression, he could see the concern in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile.

“They’re fine,” He softly says. “Let me clean you,” He pulls you underneath the water, your hair becoming soaked as the shower sprays directly on your head. “Let me clean all of you, and I’ll help you dry it also,” He grabs the wash cloth and lathers some soap onto it, you quickly take the soap from him and pick up his wash cloth and lathers it up as he begins to was over your shoulders and chest.

You put the soap down and begin washing him, it was silent as you washed each other, making sure to get every spot and making sure to rinse it off as well, you watch him pick up the shampoo and pour some on his hand, you hold your hand out, making him chuckle but poured some into your hand also. You rub your hands together before reaching up and lathering his hair with the shampoo, as he did the same.

He had learned your hair-washing routine, and you had learned his, so when there were days when either of you were too tired but needed to wash, the other would give a lending hand. Once you finish with the entire routine, you climbed out of the shower and handed each other a towel. A comfortable silence had settled between you both as you took care of each other in the moments after the intimacy.

It only took another two hours before you were both in bed, snuggling up to each other. His arms firmly around you and your legs tangled with his, both of you quickly falling asleep to the sound of the other’s breath and heartbeat.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” You hear him mumble. You heard yourself give a soft ‘hmm’ before you were completely knocked out and fast asleep in his arms.

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jalwoorideul · 1 year

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Yeona’s Dating History

taglist: @sakuurra, @raybans4, @enhacolor, @mythicalamphitrite, @amethyistheart,

Noh Kyungnam

Period: January 2016 - April 2016

Current Status: Acquaintances

Public/Private: Private

Kyungnam and Yeona have known each since before her debut. Both were dancers in practice and in the period that Yeona was training to become a professional, they met. When she started training to become an idol, they lost touch and only got to talk again in early 2016. Yeona and Kyungnam were extremely compatible. Even their friends noticed that they had a lot of similarities — which could have been the reason for their breakup. They were so similar that they didn't have the chance to grow with one another and soon they fell out of love. It was short lived but it was a good breakup. They said to remain as friends but they didn't really tall much after that.

YOO TAEYANG

Period: February 2017 - October 2018

Status: Supportive Friends

Public/Private: Private

Her first serious relationship. Taeyang and Yeona met numerous times on music shows and award shows. With the dozens of encounters they've had since both SF9 and Seventeen were actively promoting, it was nearly impossible to have these two not be attracted to one another The two made a few small talks which soon developed into more when they got each other's numbers. Even their members were pleasantly surprised to have two of the shyest members of their groups find comfort in the other much quickly. Later on the two began dating and it turned out more serious than they thought. They considered the other their first love, but sadly the romance wasn't enough for them to last. After almost two years, the two of them finally called it off after busy schedules and conflicts over not having enough time. Yeona thinks it would've been the best because she thinks that if they stayed they would've only hurt the other more with the constant fighting. Nonetheless, the two reconnected after having some time to cool off and continued to stay friends.

JEON WONWOO

Period: October 2021 - current

Current Status: Dating

Private/Public: Private

This one took a long time before it actually happened. The two were in the same group together and Yeona had this philosophy that she shouldn't date any of her members after receiving so much hate over the mere thought that she was "seducing" them when she was not. All the feelings they for one another at the beginning were platonic and friendly. Yeona didn't even think she'd consider to like him, but eventually she began drawing feelings for him in 2019. At first she thought that she was just attracted to hin physically (because who wouldn't), until she began to notice that the actions Wonwoo would do in the past seemed to have a different effect on her now. Wonwoo on the other hand didn't notice any of his feelings until she began seeing Taeyang. Once he thought he was just being over protective of her but soon he realized that it was because he likes her. He kept it a secret for so long because she was in a happy relationship and because he know that she didn't want to get involved with any of the members. Then as soon as 2021 happened, they began to show more of their feelings to the other. The other members were more than happy on the other hand to see some progress between the two because they've been noticing their feelings toward the other for a while now and thought that they should leave it between them to figure it out. On October 2021, Wonwoo finally opened up his feelings after hiding for years which Yeona reciprocated. The pair have been dating since.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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He Holds Your Son For The First Time ~ Yoo Taeyang

A smile of appreciation formed on your face, as it did on Taeyang’s face as your midwife finally left your suite of the hospital wing. A sigh of relief came from the two of you, glad that everything was all over, and that you were left alone at last.

Taeyang couldn’t help but sit down on the edge of the bed beside you without the midwife there to tell him to give you and your son a bit of space, peering over you to be able to take a close look at your son who was in your arms.

“I never imagined that holding my baby would feel like this,” you whispered across to him as Taeyang’s eyes looked across to meet yours.

“I bet it feels a bit surreal, right?” He asked you with a smile.

Your head nodded in agreement with him straight away, struggling to find the words to describe how overwhelmed you were. It felt like a dream for you, especially as it had been a moment that you’d dreamt about often throughout your pregnancy.

All of the pain and discomfort had been worth it, for the both of you. Taeyang was still slightly convinced that his hand was broken from how hard you had gripped it, but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he looked at his complete family sat just beside him.

“He’s so small,” Taeyang whispered as he studied him closely, shaking his head in awe. “I never thought a human could be as small as this Y/N.”

“You know you were this small once,” you laughed back at him.

Taeyang poked his tongue out in response to you, trying his best to make his point that he was tiny without you managing to prove him wrong, just as you always seemed to do.

“Why don’t you hold him for a little while?” You offered as Taeyang shuffled around on the end of the bed. “I mean I can’t sit here and hold him forever; I know you’re nervous, but what better time is there for you to hold him then now?”

“N-now?” Taeyang stuttered, knowing that the smile on his face had dropped. Instead he looked to you fearfully, terrified of being the one to do something wrong.

Your head shook at Taeyang as you encouraged him to sit back on the bed properly before extending his arms out. You slowly leant forwards and placed your son into his arms, making sure that his grip was secure before letting go and moving away.

“That’s it,” you told Taeyang as his nervous eyes looked across to you as soon as he realised that your hands had moved away. “There’s nothing to be worried about, you’ve got him perfectly.”

As soon as he was in his hold, Taeyang’s eyes looked down in awe. You’d never seen his smile so wide as big eyes stared back up at him too. “Aren’t you just perfect?” He laughed down at your son, knowing full well that he wouldn’t reply.

It seemed as you watched on that Taeyang was well and truly in his element, surprising you by just how well he took to things. For the past nine months he had been worried about messing up on the big moments, but his first time holding your son couldn’t have gone any better, much to his relief.

He didn’t need you at all as he got comfortable, quickly getting the hang of things. “Let me ask you the same question Tae, does it feel a little bit surreal right now?”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that I was holding my baby who is only two hours old, I would definitely ask you to pinch me right now,” he laughed in reply to your question, “none of this feels real right now, like I’m in some sort of movie that’s just a dream.”

Your head nodded in agreement, knowing exactly what Taeyang was thinking. “You’ve got plenty of time for this to sink in,” you encouraged, “in fact I’ve probably say you’ve got the rest of your life to get all the cuddles in the world from this little one.”

Taeyang’s head shook as his eyes quickly fell back down on your son again. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, he already felt on top of the world with the group, and being with you, but your son was the best possible icing on top of the cake for him.

“I can’t wait to take him home and introduce him to everyone,” you whispered across to him.

Taeyang’s eyes lit up even at the thought, “the boys are going to be obsessed with him, we’ll never get a look in with them around.”

“I wonder if he has even the slightest clue of how spoilt he’s going to be.”

Taeyang’s head shook as you spoke, his innocent smile let the two of you know just how clueless he was. There was so much about the world that neither of you could wait to teach him, and plenty to introduce him to as well.

“Did you see the state of the studio the last time we visited before he arrived?” Taeyang reminded you, “they’ll be gifts everywhere.”

You could hardly forget your final visit to see the boys before finding yourself staying at home awaiting labour. They had been all over you and your bump, with each one of them making their own promise that they would be the best uncle you could have ever wished for your son to have once he safely arrived.

“We might have to make sure that one of them doesn’t run away with him,” you joked, “with eyes as stunning as his are, I can imagine a few of the boys getting wrapped around his little finger pretty quickly.”

A hum of agreement came from Taeyang, followed by a chuckle. “I wouldn’t just worry about the boys being put under her spell; I think he’s already got me pretty hooked; I just can’t stop looking at him Y/N.”

“I can tell by the look in your eyes,” you responded, knowing exactly how in awe Taeyang was, recognising the expression after so many years together.

“You did amazing growing this little one,” he suddenly told you with a wide smile on his face, “I couldn’t have wished for a more perfect son,” he added, finding himself looking at you, but only for the briefest of moments.

It was unlike Taeyang to pour his heart out to you but having your son in his arms definitely brought out the side of him that just started spilling out all of his emotions.

“I couldn’t have done it without you right by my side, not even just today Taeyang, but the past nine months as a whole.”

He always liked to downplay the role that he had in your pregnancy, but you knew just how important Taeyang was. You’d lost count of the number of times he’d helped you out or fixed a tricky situation for you.

“I can’t believe that I can finally call myself a dad,” Taeyang whispered as your son’s eyes began to close in his hold. “I can’t even tell you how many times I dreamt of all these little things whilst you were pregnant Y/N, and now that he’s here, they’re all finally starting to come true and happen for us.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Taeyang, “I think it’s going to take a good while for all of this to sink in.”

“Truthfully, I don’t think it ever really will.”

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chanis-banani · 9 months

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Hellooo, could I request making out with SF9 when you get a sec? Thanks

Note: I wasn't sure which format to go with for this request and I've been sitting on it for a while. Eventually I decided to go with headcanons for different kisses for each member. I hope you like it! :) Note 2: Thank you @lost-inthedream for helping me brainstorm

Genre: suggestive - minors dni!

Contains: marking, wall-pushing, teasing, gentle biting

Youngbin - hungry kisses

There's something about his kisses, a certain kind of despair, as if he needs your touch to survive

This man is such a hungry kisser. He just wants to eat you up. He will lay his hand in the back of your neck and wrap his remaining arm tightly around you, almost like a snake

Once you start making out, you can never give him enough. He's always so hungry for more. It's almost like you're his oxygen and when you pull away he nearly struggles to breathe

Sometimes he'll lay down on his back and pull you on top of him so he can hold you tightly against his chest while you make out

This position also allows him to stroke his fingers through your hair and rub circles on your back

The way he kisses you is almost like he's giving you a taste of something more... Like he's hinting to other things he could do with his mouth

Inseong - spontaneous kisses

He likes to leave little pecks on your lips and cheeks out of nowhere

Very gentle with you. Most of the time his kisses will be rather soft and cute

Will tenderly cup your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs when he kisses you

When you're doing simple stuff together, like putting the groceries away, he will often distract you with a short, sweet kiss on the lips or forehead

Also leaves a lot of kisses on the back of your neck and top of your head every time he walks by

And when you stay over for the night, be prepared to be woken up with more of his cute kisses

He usually gives you quick little pecks, so sometimes after he kisses you, you have to pull him back to get more

But he also shows a bit of a cocky attitude at times, making cheesy remarks in between kisses

Jaeyoon - playful kisses

Such a tease in everything he does

He will hold you tightly against him, kissing you with an almost overwhelming passion

And then, just when you're getting completely into it, he pulls away with a big smirk on his lips, knowing how needy you can get when he interrupts you like this

He likes to see how your lips become red and swollen when he kisses them

He loves nothing more than to see your reaction to the things he does to you

Will definitely place his leg between yours and use it to apply some pressure to your sensitive area

Wants to make you squirm and ask for more and he won't be satisfied until you're nearly trembling in his arms

If for whatever reason, you'd want to rile him up even more, you have to say little praises against his lips

Dawon - sloppy kisses

A very horny kisser. Even the slightest peck on the lips can sometimes be enough to make him hard. Let alone having a full-on makeout session with tongue.

Even if the kiss starts out nice and gentle, he gets carried away so easily

He'll place his hands on your cheeks or neck to pull you close while he makes out with you, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss

Doesn't mind at all if things get a little sloppy. In fact, he likes it that way and might just make a mess on purpose

Like when you pull away from each other and he looks at your lips to see that they are glistening from his saliva

Even if it's a little filthy, it just makes him so so hungry for more...

And to make things even worse, he has the terrible tendency to grind against you every time you make out

Needless to say, almost every time you kiss him, it quickly escalates

Zuho - dangerous kisses

Making out with Zuho can be a dangerous game. He doesn't need much provocation to push you against a wall.

Don't even think about biting his lip unless you enjoy having a hand on your throat

Seriously, it's very dangerous to mess with him. Every time you try anything to rile him up, no matter how small, he takes it as an opportunity to mess with you

After all, there's nothing he loves more than to tease you right back

He might refrain from kissing you completely, only to let his tongue travel along your neck instead while you entertain him with your squirming and whimpering

While Dawon tends to escalate into more than just making out, Zuho is an expert at making you want more, without giving it to you

Once he has you where he wants you, he's very patient

His kisses can be both a reward and a punishment

Rowoon - possessive kisses

When Rowoon kisses you, it's a bit like he's marking his territory

Because will quite literally mark your neck, for example

Definitely cups your face with his hands and pulls you tightly against him

Will engage in PDA with you, to show everyone how you're his. He won't go far with it, since he knows how to keep things classy, but little things like holding you by your waist and giving you little kisses on your cheeks

Also he finds it very cute when you have to stand on your toes to reach him for a kiss

Another thing he will do a lot is hold your chin to make you look at him. He won't do it roughly like Zuho, but rather tenderly, like he just wants to make eye contact with his special person~

One of his favorite things is to have brief makeout sessions in the car and watch you get out completely flustered

Taeyang - demanding kisses

Taeyang likes to toy with you

When he kisses you, he always makes you hungry for more, but you never know whether he might really give it to you

His kisses are demanding but not in a needy way. Rather in a way that makes you needy

He will bite your lip because he is Taeyang and he can do what he wants, and he follows it up by pulling away to see your reaction with a big grin on his lips

Runs his fingers along your waist to tease you and pull you closer to him

Basically Taeyang's kisses are almost always a way of challenging you, riling you up. He wants to activate you to do more with him without giving you any guarantee there will be more

Sometimes he'll stop mid-kiss to look at you and observe you for a bit. If your expression is desperate enough, he'll be satisfied and leave it at that, leaving you hungry for more

Hwiyoung - attempted careful kisses

He is kind of conflicted when he makes out with you. On one hand he wants to be careful and gentle, yet at the same time, he struggles to do that because he gets needy

Usually things will start slow and gentle

But he doesn't need much to lose himself in the pleasure. Small things like wrapping your arms around his waist can be enough

Or even worse: when you stroke your fingers through his hair

This will drive him crazy in an instant, leading him to lift you up and place you on some surface like a table or kitchen counter

He loves to let his fingers wander along your body, gently stroking your neck, shoulders, chest and sides

And if you whimper enough, he won't stop there (if you catch my drift)

It's interesting to see him switch from sweet and tender to needy and a little rough so quickly

And it's especially adorable when he switches back to his gentle self suddenly, placing the softest cutest kisses on your forehead

Chani - sleepy kisses

Chani feels so comfortable around you, he tends to get sleepy sometimes. He can let his guard down with you. But since he likes to spend time together, he tries his best not to fall asleep and that's how the makeout sessions often start

He presses his lips against yours to stay awake and soon you can feel his tongue

It doesn't take long for a full, lazy makeout session to unfold

You'll often be cuddled up in bed or on the couch together when suddenly you feel Chani's hand reaching out to your thigh. While he struggles to keep his eyes open, he reaches out to kiss you

Such a needy boy. He's very bad at hiding it when he's aroused. Not that he really tries to hide it anyway

He will interrupt the kisses to bring his mouth to your neck and lick from your collarbone up all the way behind your jaw

Feeling his nose agaisnt your skin when he kisses your neck

Maybe a bulge oops

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?

Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.

When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.

Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.

You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.

Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.

Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.

Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.

Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.

Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.

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taichoushadow · 11 months

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Waves as hearts

A Yoo Taeyang imagine

Genre: fluff, a bit suggestive. Lots and lots of love.

For sweet @yootaesowl

Happy 1000 days of friendship. Hope there are 10.000 more to come 🩷

The silent crashing of the waves at the shore waved through the slight open window into your cabin and settled into the quiet kitchen. The melody mixed with the clinking of dishes as you stood infront of the sink, cleaning the last pan and put it down in the drying rack. Just as you did, you felt two arms wrapping around yourself, a warm body melting into yours as you smiled, looking back and up into your lovers face. He wore the same smile and took the opportunity to place his lips right on your forehead before turning you around so he could face you properly.

"Sorry, I really wanted to help." Taeyang shows he is sorry and you can tell he means it when you take notice of his slight pout which leaves you huffing in amusement. "It's okay, I don't mind doing the dishes. You cooked too." you bound your hands together behind his neck, basically locking himself in.

He sighs at that, leaning closer into your embrace by stepping forward and planting his palms on the counter behind you, so you're fully pressed against his body.

"Still." Taeyang drops his head, resting it against yours "I went out for some ice cream but forgot the stores are closed after five here." the fact that he didn't get any ice cream and finding out that you did the dishes by yourself makes him feel guilty. Sure, he knows you don't mind doing the dishes, yet that's one of the things he looks forward to, especially when he planned a getaway to experience all these' mundane' things together as a couple. Eating breakfast together, brushing teeth together and doing the dishes together.

"With this view and the sound of the beach as my music." you pause. "I don't mind doing the dishes at all." you try to reassure him and your hands finds their way into his hair as you play with some of the strands that lay at the nape of his neck. "besides, I don't mind doing all these things for you. Makes me feel some type of way." this time you find yourself pulling slightly at his shirt, unknowingly at first, however once those words slipped past, you're well aware what you're doing and you widen your eyes slightly at your own movements.

Once again, your heart knew exactly what you wanted before your brain caught up, but now that they're insync again you feel your heart beating faster. The panic settles in when you feel Taeyang taking not one but two steps back as you watch your arms slipping past his shoulders to fall beside your body.

"I'm-" Taeyang cuts you off by grabbing onto your butt, squeezing the flesh in order to have you stacker forward right into his chest. "Is that so, dove?" Taeyang curls his fingers around your chin and lifts your face to have his eyes meet yours instantly. When he is satisfied with the way you don't waver, he drops his hand to your waist, the other still happily resting on your asscheek. A slight blush rises up and rests ontop of your cheeks and you drop your head on his clothed chest as you feel and hear the deep rumble when he let's out a chuckle.

"Why are you so cute?" Taeyang feels his own heart expanding with love, the moment your eyes widened followed by the blush suddenly showing itself. He could see the moment you knew your face was crafted in that gorgeous crimson colour he loves so much on you. Why you may ask? It's the fact he is the only one who gets you blushing like that. It's definitely one of his favourite moments. Wether it's when you're having dinner with everyone or when you two are between four walls where he sits snugly between your legs.

"I love you so much, you don't even know it!" Taeyang exclaims loudly, the feeling of love truly overflowing that he doesn't know what to do with it all and grabs onto your cheeks to pull your face from his chest and captures your lips in a delightful kiss before breaking away to pepper kisses all over your face. "I love you, I love you, I love you." he mutters with every peck he leaves.

You cry out in laughter, face smudged between his palms as he hasn't any thoughts of stopping soon while your nails dig into his skin, trying to hold onto his arms. "Tyang!" your voice sounds muffled with the way he is squeezing your cheeks together. "pwease.." he doesn't waver at all and moves you back against the counter.

"It.. It hurtshh.." you try to tell him, stomach hurting from all the laughing as you're struggling to breathe now and it seems Taeyang is well aware enough to know when to stop eventhough his heart is like a waterfall filled with everything he feels for you, streaming violently through his veins.

He realises more often than not, he wishes he could be with you like this forever. Don't get him wrong, he loves to dance, loves to perform but he came to the realization after a couple months into the relationship that he loves you more than all of that combined. It scared him the first time he felt that when you came running towards him after he had a difficult day and cried out to you through the phone. He didn't expect you to drop everything and come to his aid, yet when you barged into the room and scooped him into the safest hug ever, he cried only harder knowing he just returned home.

After that, he uttered the first I love you, shyly so and that's also where he started to absolutely adore your blush after he bared his heart to you which you've been gently taking care of up till this day and hopefully until it stops beating. Even after that, he hopes you will find him again.

"What you're thinking about?" You notice the far away look in his eyes and try to get him back to you with a sweet kiss. It does the trick when his eyes land on yours. "You're okay?" you ask him quietly, going back to the position you found yourselves in ten minutes ago with your hands bound around his neck while your fingers caress the skin softly.

"About you." Taeyang doesn't miss a beat, without a stutter he admits it like it's breathing air and it's like so, it's the truth. You're always on his mind. When he wakes up and when he goes to sleep. Even between that he still has you on his mind.

You hum at that but can't help but to feel bashful. Dropping your hands to his own, your grab onto them and remove them from your waist to hold them infront of you, though you bring one to your lips and kiss fingers. "I love you too." you look up at him through your lashes. "beyond everything you know."

It's silent. The sound of the waves right outside the house that has been faded to the background by your laughter now speaks louder again just like how your hearts do too. It's funny, it really is like a heart isn't it?

Taeyang doesn't say anything. He stares at you, hands still clasped together and once again he leans down, pressing your foreheads together, hands between your chests to capture your lips into a deep kiss.

#yoo taeyang imagines #yoo taeyang fluff #yoo taeyang #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #sf9 taeyang #sf9 scenarios #yoo taeyang imagine #Love #Love imagines #sf9 #sf9 edits

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Steam | Yoo Taeyang | (f)

Summary: Taeyang comes home exhausted and you've never seen him hurting so much before. Word count: 1.4k Warnings: none

The water has been running for what felt like hours. You’re getting worried because Taeyang isn’t exactly the type of person to indulge in long showers - especially not after he comes home tired like today.

You noticed the dark circles under his eyes as soon as he came in, saw the exhaustion in the weak smile he gave you. You felt the lack of passion in the short kiss you shared. Hot showers always helped him relax, release some of the tension in his muscles and clear his head. But they never took this long.

Did something happen to him? Did he faint, or slip? Is he hurt or hurting?

Perhaps you are overthinking it, your mind often tricks you into reading more into certain situations than you should. Still, better safe than sorry you think, and get up from the bed.

You knock on the bathroom door softly and wait for a response with bated breath. You try to reason with your heart, will its beating to be a little quieter just in case his reply is also barely a whisper. But no answer comes and your concern overwhelms you.

You call his name softly as you open the door, but other than the sound of water it’s silent. You step inside the room, closing the door behind you to prevent the warmth and steam from escaping.

Finally you see him. He’s standing under the shower, water cascading over his naked body. His hands are hanging at his sides, he seems completely lifeless. His eyes seem to be closed and it looks like he’s not aware of your presence. Your heart aches for him - it’s very rare to see him in such a vulnerable state.

You take off your clothes quietly, stepping into the shower as well. Finally he moves, flinches in surprise, when he hears the glass shower door opening. You’re quick to soothe him though, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his back. Your thumbs stroke his smooth skin until he puts his hands over yours with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly without moving. You shake your head, hugging him a little tighter.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you reassure him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head no, letting out another deep breath.

“Do you want to be alone?” you ask, and this time he hesitates. He stays quiet, unmoving, for a long time. The water keeps falling over both of you. It’s hot, just a step away from being scalding. His body radiates heat too, skin tinted red from how long he's been enduring the assault of hot water.

You wait, patient and as still as he is. Finally, he shakes his head again.

“I think it’s better that you’re here. But you can leave, I won't stop you," he's careful, speaking slowly and quietly. He tenses under you, anxious of your reply.

"I want to stay, Tae. But if you change your mind, just say so, it's alright," you say without hesitation.

"I don't think I will. Does the water bother you?” he asks in return and you can hear the concern in his voice.

“No, as long as it helps you feel better, it’s fine,” you tell him and kiss the peak of his shoulder blade, holding him tightly.

It's serene then, water washing over you, keeping you warm. You feel his chest expand and shrink with each breath, feel each tremor that runs through him and every sigh. Sometimes it feels like he's trying to keep himself together and it almost makes you tear up too because you know how it hurts when you wish to cry but don't want to show that kind of weakness. If only you could take his pain away, but you can't. You can only hold him and be there for him, remind him that he's not alone and that he's loved.

It feels like hours before he moves again. It begins with a long inhale and exhale. Your legs feel weak and you’re sure his feel even worse. The skin on the tips of your fingers is all wrinkly. He turns in your hold slowly, purposefully moving carefully so you won’t let go of him. He tilts your head up and you let him, meeting his eyes that look as tired as before but at least a little less dull. You meet in a short kiss that somehow lingers on your lips even after he pulls away.

“Let’s wash up and sleep,” he whispers and you nod. You help him wash, despite his attempts to protest. All it takes is another tender kiss and reassuring look and he submits to you. You squeeze out a generous amount of shampoo into your hand and massage it into his hair, fingers skillfully rubbing over his scalp. You help him wash it out and apply the hair mask too. While you leave that on, you scrub down his body, rubbing circles into his back and muscles, easing the tension out of them. You hear him moan under his breath, eyes tightly closed. You wonder about his day, what must’ve happened for him to feel like this. Or perhaps this is a culmination of weeks of stress and bottled up emotions.

When he’s all done, you nudge him out of the shower. He doesn’t have the strength to fight against you, so you finish showering alone. You brush your teeth, questions still plaguing your mind but you know better than to ask. He will tell you when he’s ready - or won’t, not that it matters. What’s important is that he will feel better again and that he trusts you enough not to hide his pain from you.

When you come into the bedroom, you see his silhouette on the bed. He waits for you curled under the covers, facing the window, his back turned to you. You’re not sure whether he’s awake or not so you do your best to stay quiet as you climb in, spooning him from behind. He hums softly, shifting so he’s even closer to you. You respond by holding him close and kissing the top of his head.

“Want me to hold you?” you ask softly, making sure he’s comfortable.

“Please,” he breathes out. He whines a little when you move behind him but melts as soon as one of your hands brushes through his hair. The other remains securely wrapped around his waist with his on top, fingers intertwined.

He stays calm until he can't hold it in any longer, trembling almost unnoticeably. You wonder if he's ever cried in front of you before, but then again, today's a day of a lot of firsts. He's never shown weakness like this, never asked to be held like this… It's hard, but you remain silent. You know your presence is enough and that if you open your mouth, it'd be even harder not to give in to your urges and refrain from asking questions.

So you just hold him closer, stroke his hair a little gentler and softly hum a melody. You don't remember the name of the song, but he's been listening to it lately when he felt blue so you hope it will do some good.

Eventually he calms down again. He stops shaking and actually tries to stretch out his curled form, only stopping because then he won't be pressed so tightly against you. But he wants to lie comfortably... You can feel his uncertainty, and kiss the nape of his neck. You stroke his thigh and move with him so you don't lose an inch of contact between your bodies. You don't see his face, but it feels like he smiled. You're not sure, but the image is reassuring so you accept it even if it might be a lie.

He doesn't say anything, but he brings your hand to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss to each of your knuckles, lingering after the last one. It's his own way of saying 'thank you' in times he can't say it or feels like words wouldn't be enough.

You squeeze his hand, not letting go, and he doesn't either. Only when he's satisfied with kissing your hand, he returns your connected hands back where they rested around his waist.

"Ready to say goodnight?" you murmur against his skin and he nods.

"I love you," he says instead, voice dripping like honey. His hold on your hand tightens for a second.

"I love you too," you confess, giving his back one last kiss before slowly drifting off to sleep.

#sf9 #yoo taeyang #x reader #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #fluff #hurt/comfort

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lunnanunna · 2 years

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Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17 @keijikunn @glitteringcoffeefreak

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

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fantasia-monogram · 2 years

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Cotton candy

♥️ Taeyang x reader (gender not specified)

♥️ NSFW (~900 words); sub Taeyang, body worship, overstim, cum play, a tiny bit of feminization

♥️ This is a part of a longer story I thought up during my hiatus, however, Taeyang’s new hair inspired me to write this short excerpt. Let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more from this universe.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

“It looks like cotton candy. I wonder if it tastes like cotton candy too?” you wondered, closely examining the new color of Taeyang’s hair.

“There’s only one way to find out, I guess,” Taeyang chuckled, leaning back into the mattress on his elbows.

You moved closer and, without any warning, swiped your tongue over the closely shaved undercut. Unfortunately, it did not taste like cotton candy - more like shampoo and fresh layer of sweat - but it was still a part of Taeyang's body, and he belonged to you and you only, so you loved everything about him.

Used to your sometimes weird ministrations, Taeyang didn't react until you reached the shell of his ear, just above the piercing. Only then, a surprised moan escaped his mouth.

You knew you didn't need to stop. He stayed still, ready to take anything from you.

Encouraged, you traced the outline of Taeyang's ear, receiving even more delicious, barely audible sounds from him. You continued the slide of your tongue down his jawline and neck till you arrived by the junction right above the shoulder.

At that point, the flush was noticeable on Taeyang's skin - starting from the cheeks and going down to his torso. Poor thing, holding it all in just to be still for you. You chuckled and leaned in again to suck at his neck slowly and deliberately. Your hand moved to hover over his chest, finally resting on the hardened left nipple.

That's when his arms gave up and made his upper body fall onto the mattress as he groaned. You observed for a while his chest raising and falling to the rhythm of his heavy breathing.

When you looked at his face, his eyes were pleading.

"I got you, baby," you muttered, "I got you."

You moved to cage Taeyang between your arms, with your knee lodged between his legs, spreading them a little; burying your nose in his pink strands again, you planted a tender kiss onto his hairline. Single kiss turned into a whole series, peppered all over Taeyang's face; all that time, you could feel his legs slowly closing around your thigh.

After you made sure his face got enough love, you passed your lips over his chin and returned to his neck once again. Another generous suck onto it made Taeyang involuntarily jerk his hips upwards to get some friction against your leg.

"I- I'm sorry…" he mumbled, his tone audibly nervous.

"It's okay, baby, let me help you out."

You reached into Taeyang's boxers and positioned his already hard cock against his stomach, so that only the flushed head was out of the waistline.

Taeyang whined, but you pretended you didn't hear that.

"It's so pink, only a bit darker than your hair," you chuckled, amused by your observation. "Everything about you is so, so pretty," you added, landing a quick peck on Taeyang's cheek.

This time he knew better than to whine. With pleasure at stake, he patiently waited for your next move.

You tapped Taeyang's bottom lip with your finger. Like on command, his mouth opened and your skin met the smooth wetness of his tongue. He stared curiously at you as you made little circles on the hot surface instead of putting the whole finger in.

His curiosity was fed just a minute or so later, when you brought your hand again to his cock and circled only the slit, smearing the precum along with the spit on the tip of your finger. The action made Taeyang's body jerk once again, the spot too sensitive to take it calmly.

Taeyang's reaction didn't phase you in any way. You chuckled and slowly repeated the action, and again, and again; watching the way his legs kept shaking uncontrollably while large hands gripped the pillow underneath counted as one of your favorite pastimes, and all of that at such low effort from you. Moving your gaze to his face, you noticed his head thrown back, eyes closed and bottom lip bitten to contain the pleasure running through his body. He was managing, but continued being on the edge, waiting for that little push.

Catching you off guard in the midst of your amusement, Taeyang reached for the back of your head and pushed your face down into a bruising, wet kiss. You let a little aww into his mouth. What a good baby.

Careful not to break the kiss, you grabbed his shaft, swallowing a surprised whine Taeyang let out. All that took him to cum were a couple jerks through the fabric - in a second, he came onto his torso with a strangled grunt.

You weren't done yet, though. As Taeyang's face gradually relaxed, you dragged your fingers through the still warm cum splattered across his stomach and chest. In his blissed out state, he didn't protest when you slid your digits into his mouth, even purring a little around them as he sucked them clean. When you pulled out, his lips curved into a delighted smile.

"Good girl." you praised him, giving his forehead a quick smooch.

Yes, his mouth and tongue were talented, and you planned to use them for your advantage; but first, you wanted to give him his well deserved rest.

#sf9 smut #sf9 scenario #sf9 imagine #taeyang smut #yoo taeyang smut #taeyang imagine #kpop smut

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lost-inthedream · 1 year

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Can you pls write about how sf9 would do their fav foreplay? I'm drooling over here idjjddjddjjdj

I took so much to answer this, buddy! I hope you like it. Ps. I got your other request too

SF9 favorite foreplay

Smut content under the cut

➹Youngbin:

I'm not sure whether it makes sense but he likes to start making out standing up, he likes it when you can just grind on each other without rushing. I mean, he presses you against a wall, wraps one of your legs around his waist and you know you will end up with your hips hitting against one another.

➹Inseong:

I'm pretty sure I've said that before. Body massages are his thing, you all slowly take your clothes off so your flesh can be rubbed and loved. You feel your muscles soothing, your folds heating. His dick grows hard too. You all naturally slide the massage to your sexes.

➹Jaeyoon:

Striptease! He makes you a great performance. It goes perfectly exciting and filthy, he looks into your eyes, licks his lips, runs his hands down his abdomen. In case you don't consider giving him a striptease, he will ask you to. He especially likes when you recklessly throw your clothes away.

➹Dawon:

I feel like Dawon provokes you for hours. He calls you, sends spicy messages, then pretends he hasn't done so for a while. He definitely fuck your mind so you all will be desperate as soon as the time comes. Some of your clothes were torn thanks to your thirst for each other, babe.

➹Rowoon:

Prince Rowoon likes to have horny conversations. He is not a filthy person but he likes the fact that you stir so many feelings in him and half of them are sexual. He gets even more in the mood when you make him blush. I mean, if you ask whether his dick is leaking for you he's gonna blush so hard.

➹Zuho:

Before going for it, you stay super close. Like, the only way to get closer is if he penetrates you. It's like a game, your faces are close, his dick is hardening under you, but you don't kiss. It goes like this until one of you is deliberating trying to cum from poor friction.

➹Yoo Taeyang:

Hot, burning-like make out session! He won't take his mouth away of yours. Taeyang manages to pull and slide your clothes off without breaking a kiss. You all agree that getting disheveled and having your lips swollen is the only way to drive into sex.

➹Hwiyong:

His mouth travels all over your body. Youngkyun licks, kisses and sucks on your skin and promises that he'll give the same treatment to your most humid place. He makes sure you are wetting your underwear.

➹Chani:

Chani is the right guy to talk about smut fics. He calls them nasty stories. Since they are engrossing to him, he often asks you what you've been reading. You describe the things that happened in the latest story you've read, he asks your opinion on them and places you on top of him. It does not take much for him to start grinding on you.

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yootaesowlwrites · 1 year

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Fairest Of All Stars - Yoo Taeyang

Prompts: A198— “You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars.” & B2— “You got started without me.”

Warnings: Smut, fluff, masturbation, nudism, pet/nicknames, explicit language, descriptive scenes, pussy slapping(once/1), squirting, cum tasting, finger sucking, hand job, teasing, dirty talking, unprotect sex(reader is on the pill), aftercare.

W/C: 4.6K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

It was late in the afternoon, and you were laying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Yoo Taeyang, to return from his schedule, he had told you that it was a short day, and he would be home early, and you were thrilled to be able to spend some extra time with him. As you were scrolling through your phone, you came across a picture of him, and slowly let your eyes wander over the photo, taking in his features. You exit the app and open your photos and begin to slowly scroll through the picture you had taken of him, admiring him, and slowly your mind begins to wander.

Your other hand that was lazily laying above your head slowly moves lowers, and you slide your hand over your waist and over the crease of your hip and move your hand over your clothed mound, you pause at a picture of him, you had saved it, it was taken during one of his performances and his focus was unreal, and you could feel heat rush through your body and down to your pussy. You take in a deep breath as you trace your fingers along your mound and slowly slip it between your legs. You immediately prop one leg up to give yourself more space.

You zoom in on his eyes and suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you saw the focus in them, whenever he performed, he was so focused, yet it always looked like he was having the time of his life at the same time, and you had told him before, that a lot of the times during their performances, it turned you on, and he would start laughing as his cheeks heat up from your comment, but you weren’t joking.

You lock your phone and immediately lift your hips to get rid of your pants and panties, tossing them off the bed and making yourself comfortable on the bed, you slip your hand back between your legs, cupping your mound with your palm and slowly moving your fingers along the crease of the inside of your thighs, your eyes close as you try and imagine him there with you, watching you. Your breathing deepens and you slowly move your fingers over your pussy lips, too lost in thought.

“You got started without me?” Your eyes widen as you hear his voice from the bedroom door, you lift your head and stare at him, your fingers froze in place, and you could feel your wetness increasing as his eyes were on your hand, becoming darker as the seconds pass. “Are you that needy?” He closes the door and begins unbuttoning the white button-up shirt he had on. “You didn’t even take off your shirt,” He steps closer to the bed and climbs onto it, moving between your legs, forcing them wider apart and making you feel a cold wind blow against your warm wet pussy.

“I… I didn’t think it was necessary,” You mutter. Your cheeks heated from what you’ve been doing and the fact that you had been caught. “I… welcome home,” He chuckles as he presses a hand into the mattress next to you.

“Can you welcome me home naked every day?” He asks. You feel his other hand cup your mound before feeling it slide underneath your shirt. “I think it’s very necessary for your shirt to be off though,” Your shirt rides higher, exposing more of you, You lift your upper body from the bed, giving him enough space to pull your shirt from you, with the help from you, he tosses it aside and moves his hand to curl underneath the band of your bra.

“You weren’t here, so it wasn’t,” You say. He lifts his other hand from the mattress and curls his fingers underneath the band of your bra and lifts it over your head, tossing it aside.

“Yet, I wasn’t here yet,” He corrects you. “You were aware I was coming,” He leans a little lower, moving his hand back against the mattress, you could feel his breath against your face. “What made you this needy in the first place that you couldn’t wait?” You turn your head to look at your phone that was still on the bed, his gaze follows, and he reaches for it. “What did you see, or should I ask, what did you watch?” He unlocks it and finds a picture of himself. “Just me?” You nod your head.

“Just you,” You say. “Just the thought of you,” You pull your hand away from your mound and take the phone from him, exiting the photo app and locking it, he takes your phone from you and places it on the bedside table.

“Getting turned on just by thinking of me,” He says. “Aren’t you a naughty little thing,” His hand cups your breast, and he rubs his palm over your nipple, causing it to harden, the fabric from his shirt tickles your sides, but it felt more sensual than anything else. “Such a high sex drive, always so needy for me, aren’t I lucky?” You reach up with one hand and slide your fingers through his hair before resting your hand on the back of his head.

“I’m the lucky one,” You mutter and move one of your legs over his. “Will you reward me well if I lay here naked every night for you?” You flutter your eyes, completely erasing whatever thought he had and making his mind become a haze as he thought about finding you naked in bed every night.

“Fuck, you’re a tease,” He mutters. He slides his hand along your breast and stops when his fingers touch your nipple, they slowly circle over the bud, and you could feel a sensation going through your veins and reaching your pussy. “And how do you want to be rewarded?” His lips almost touch yours.

“I think you know exactly how I would want to be rewarded,” You say and lift your head, pressing your lips against his, he pushes his lips harder against yours, pushing your head down against the pillow, your tongue slides along his lips, your breathing picked up along with his. He pulls back, your lips slowly swelling up from the kiss.

“And what I want to hear, you tell me in detail what you want?” He asks. He takes your nipple between his fingers and slowly rolls the bud between his fingers. “Then what, will you tell me?” You lick your lips as you look at him, his eyes were completely dark with lust.

“Then you should ask me that night, and I’ll give you all kinds of details you want to hear,” You say. He lets out a groan before sitting back on his knees, your hand falling from his hair as he does, his eyes falling to your chest and slowly moving over your tummy and down to your pussy.

“You’re lucky you’re so irresistible,” He mutters. His hand falls away from your breast and slowly slides down your tummy, over the marks, and pauses at your hip. Your eyes slowly move down from his face to his exposed chest and over his toned stomach before pausing at his happy trail. “Seeing something that you like?”

“You know damn well I am,” You mutter. His hand cups your pussy, making you inhale deeply as you feel his fingers press down against your pussy lips.

“I don’t think I heard you,” He teases and slowly curls his fingers against your pussy lips, making you let out a low moan as you feel the sensation and feel your juices making a light squelch sound. “Can you repeat that?”

“I said,” You say a little louder. “You know damn well I am,” He nods his head, looking amused by your words, his hand disappears from your pussy, only for it to make harsh contact with it as he slaps it. “Fuck!” His fingers spread your folds more, and you feel his fingers slide along either side of your clit.

“Are you showing a little attitude?” He asks. “You’re so damn wet for someone showing attitude,” His fingers slide down to your entrance and pause before sliding back to your clit. “Do you want to try that again?” You let out a huff, your mind already in a haze from just that one slap to your pussy.

“I said, yes, I am seeing something I like,” You say. He hums and runs his fingers along your pussy, his fingers becoming coated with your wetness as he spreads it.

“Much better,” He says. You could feel your skin heat up more as his fingers rub along your pussy, avoiding your clit and only touching the side of the nub. His fingers suddenly probe at your entrance, and you feel two digits sliding into you, your muscles tense at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls and filling you.

“Fuck, I… Tae…” You moan out, your eyes fluttering at the feeling. Your toes curl for a second before uncurling as you feel them settle inside you. “Tae…” You feel his fingers shift inside you as he turns his hand. “I…”

“If you cum for me, then I’ll let you enjoy yourself,” He says and wiggles his fingers inside you. Your body jerks as the feeling, and you take in a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, I,” You moan out. Your mind already wandering to what you will do to him when you came, His fingers slide halfway from you before he pushes them back into you, your wetness squelches at the movement, and you can feel the stimulation against your walls.

“Already thinking about it?” He asks, knowing that you were. His fingers curl inside you, rubbing your walls before sliding out from you, almost hooking onto your entrance before he extends his fingers and pushes them back into you.

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp out. Your back lightly arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut. You swear you could feel the shape of his fingers inside you, and he pumps them in and out of you, curling them now and then, and twisting them inside you. “Fuck, ohh, my fuck!” You only become wetter, and you could feel your juices slipping between your asscheeks before pooling underneath you on the bed. “Tae…”

“Hmm,” He hums. He could see your chest heaving up and down as you breathed in deeply and rapidly. He suddenly spreads his fingers inside you, making your legs twitch at the feeling. “You’re making a mess on my hand, that’s so hot of you,” You feel a third digit slip into you, stretching your walls even more.

“Fuck, ohh, fuck!” You moan. You reach up and grip the pillows as you feel your insides pulling together and creating a knot in your abdomen. He curls his fingers inside you, and it felt like you were getting closer to your release.

“Maybe… you can squirt for me,” He says. Your walls pulse around his fingers, and a smirk grows on his lips. Your body shakes as you feel his other hand touch your mound and feel his fingers close to your clit.

“Fuck, I… Tae,” You gasp out. “I don’t know,” You weren’t sure if you could, you had never done it, and never tried it before. “I…” Your words get caught in your throat as you feel his fingers touch your clit. Your toes curl immediately and your muscles tense up at the new sensation.

“It’s okay if you can’t, or don’t,” He mutters, His fingers moving in slow circles over your clit. “But we’re going to try.” You whimper as you feel his fingers press harder against your walls and slide along them. Heat spreads through you as his fingers get closer to that sweet spot inside you.

“Tyang…” You whine out. Your head thrashing against the pillow, his fingers begin rubbing your clit faster and faster, you could feel your legs begin to shake and then your back arches as his fingers make contact with that sweet spot inside you. “TAEYANG!” The tension inside you snaps and your orgasm hits you, your entire body shakes with pleasure and your mind was thrown into the clouds.

“That’s it, just like that,” He mumbles as his movements didn’t dare slow down. Stars explode behind your lids and his name falls from your lips in a chant, your chest rising up and down rapidly. “You’re so sexy when you come undone,” His fingers slip from you, and he continues to rub your clit, easing you through your high. He watches as your muscles relax, and you’re left breaking hard before he pulls his fingers away from your clit. “Dove… I have some news for you.”

“Hmm,” You hum, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat and trying to calm your breathing. You open your eyes and look at him, he could see the dazed expression in your eyes.

“You squirted on my arm,” He says. Your eyes immediately fall to his arm and saw his forearm glistening while part of the sleeve was covered in your cum, and slowly sliding along it. “And it was fucking hot,” He brings his hand to his mouth, and you watch his tongue slip past his lips and lick along his arm. You whimper as you saw the veins on his arm coated with your cum.

“Fuck…” You whimper, inhaling deeply to try and clear your spinning mind. “I…” He hums as he tastes you, and you close your eyes. “Taeyang…” You feel his other hand touch your hip, and you immediately sit up, feeling your cum spilling from your entrance and onto the bed, your thighs felt wet with your own cum. Your eyes drop to his jeans and saw stains on his jeans.

“Want to taste yourself?” He asks and moves his hand closer to you. You look at him and slowly wrap your lips around his fingers and suck on them, he watches you intensely, not once breaking eye contact with each other. Your hands move up, and you grip his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and down his arms. You pull back from his fingers, and he moves his arms back, letting you remove his shirt.

“Now I want something else,” You mutter. You grip his shoulders and push him to the side, making him fall onto the bed, and you roll on top of him, your lips immediately touch his neck, and you kiss down, pausing at his moles to kiss them before your lips begin moving lower and lower. He lifts his head, watching you as you ascend towards his jeans. Your fingers begin undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, and you sit upright on his thighs. “Lift your pretty hips for me,” He lifts his hips, and you pull his jeans down and watch the tent in his boxers grow bigger, you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull it down, watching as his cock springs free and slaps against his lower stomach. “What a sight,” You lift off his thighs and completely remove his jeans and boxers before you straddle his thighs again.

“You’re so eager to have your fun, aren’t you?” He asks. You lean down and pause as your lips hover just above his happy trail.

“I am,” You say before your lips touch his happy trail, and you kiss along it. “Following the trail to happiness,” He chuckles, only to let out a groan as your tongue licks up along the trail. You keep your eyes on him before nipping at his skin.

“Fuck…” He grunts out. You nip along his happy trail, all the way down until you reach his pubic bone, you could feel his cock rub against your cheek, and you could feel the pre-cum leaving a smear against your skin. You lift your head and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, earning a groan from him. “I wanna cum inside you,” You only hum as you slowly slide your hand along his length, pressing your thumb against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock until you reach the head of his cock.

“Then I’ll work slowly,” You mutter and slide your thumb over the head, and over the slit, earning a hiss from him and watching as his hips jerk upwards. “Oops,” You innocently smile at him before slowly sliding your hand down his cock again. “My thumb slipped.”

“You’re a damn tease,” He groans. His chest heaves up and down as his breathing deepens, and you watch as sweat glistens on his skin. “If I cum anywhere else, you’re cleaning it up with your mouth, dove,” You place the palm of your other hand on top of his cock, and slowly rub a circle with your palm over his head. “Fuck, fuck, ohh, uuuh,” Fuck, you loved the noises that came from him, it was making you wetter and needier as the minutes ticked by. You watch as he sucks in his tummy as he tries to control himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask as you continue to rub your palm over the slit. You watch his muscles bulging, and you could feel his thighs moving beneath you. He suddenly sits upright and within seconds, you were underneath him, and he was on top of you, your hands pinned above you with one of his hands, and he was breathing hard.

“Maybe next time you can use your filthy mouth,” He mutters. You could feel his cock against your mound, and you could feel his pre-cum leaking onto you and making a mess on your hair. “But I want to be inside you when I cum, and I’m certain you want my cock inside you, don’t you?” You whimper and feel your walls clench. He moves his free hand between your moves and wraps it around himself and guides himself between your folds, your legs bend as you feel his cock slide over your clit. “Don’t you?” He taps his cock against your clit, making your legs shake from the feeling.

“Yes,” You whimper out, not caring if you sounded desperate for him to be inside you. He circles the head of his cock around your clit before slowly sliding it down towards your entrance, coating it with your arousal before pushing the head into you. Your jaw slacks as you feel him entering you. His hand unwraps from around himself, and he moves to grip your hip as he slowly fills you, making you feel every inch of him. “Ohh, uh, hm, uhm,” You whimper out, the sensation was euphoric, feeling him fill you and stretch your walls was causing your insides to twist as your high begins building.

“Uhhgm, uhm,” He groans out, feeling your warm wet walls surrounding him, sucking him in deeper. “Fuck…” His hips make contact with yours, and you instantly wrap your legs around him, letting him slide in deeper as you hook your ankles behind his back. “Fuck…” His fingers dig into the skin at your hip.

“Hmm, fuck…” You moan, your hand opening and closing as he had your wrists pinned down. He lifts his hips, making you feel his cock slowly slide out from you, your walls pulse at the feeling. “Ohh uh,” He pauses when only the head remained inside you before thrusting back into you, making you gasp as your tits bounce.

“Do you want your rewards to end like this?” He grunts out. Your toes curl at the sound of his grunts, and at the feeling of his thrusts picking up. “Not every time will be like this, other times will be much lazier,” You bite your bottom lip, making him lean closer to your face. “Answer me, dove.”

“Ughm, fuck, I won’t mind,” You moan out. “Lazy, fast, fuck, I don’t mind,” His lips brush against yours, making you feel his breathing entering your mouth.

“So needy for me,” He whispers before fully pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply and hungrily. You could feel your muscles tensing up as a high was slowly forming, and you swear you weren’t going to last long, not with how he was making you feel. He pulls back from the kiss, tugging on your bottom lip as he does. “I love it, I love you,” His thrust was deep with the last three words, making it feel like your breathing got caught in your throat.

“I love you too,” You gasp out. His movements slow down for a moment before they pick up again, making your moans grow louder. “Tyang!” You cry out as your head thrashes against the bed, you try and pull your hands free from his grip, but he was holding on too strongly. “Fuck!” Your walls begin pulsing around him, and you feel heat travelling up your legs. He slips his hand that was gripping your waist between your bodies and press his fingers against your clit. “FUCK!” The feeling inside you snaps, and you come undone, h grunts as he feels your release surround his cock and spill from around him as he fucks into you.

“Fuck, yes, fuck,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he felt a beating feeling move along his cock before he felt a heartbeat in his cock. “Fuck…” Your mind spun as you were going through your high, stars danced behind your lids and your body felt like it was floating. His thrusts falter as he chases his high, the sound of your wetness echoes through the room and sounded sinful mixed in with your moans and his groans.

“TYANG!” You moan. Your fingers digging into your palm and your back arching, your wall squeezing around him, milking him for an orgasm.

“Fuck…” He grunts and lowers his head against your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath against your skin before hearing a shuddering moan fall from him and his hips stutter, you let out a moan as you feel hot ropes of cum spilling into you, coating your walls and mixing with yours. Your heels press down against his lower back. His hips slowly begin rocking against yours as he eases himself through his high and ease you through yours.

“Fuck… oh, hmm,” You gasp. Your muscles relax and you slowly became aware of the feelings around you, you could feel his stomach against you, making you feel the muscles twitching against yours before he completely rested his hips against yours, making you feel them pull as the last drops of his load spills into you.

“Fuck…” He mutters against your skin. His grip on your wrist loosens before he releases your wrists, he presses his hand into the mattress to keep most of his weight on it and not on you. “Should we discuss pictures for next time, you want me home faster?” He teases, making you groan and clench around him. “Fuck… later then,” He lifts his head and slowly lifts his hips, sliding out from you, making you feel everything spill from you and onto the bed. He lays down next to you and pulls you closer to him.

“I didn’t expect the night to end up like this,” You mutter. He chuckles and slowly runs his fingers over your upper arm.

“You might not have, but it did end up like this,” He says. “Are you complaining? Because I’m not,” You lick your lips and slowly move onto your side.

“Did I say I was complaining?” You ask. “Did it sound like a complaint?” He looks at you before softly laughing, fuck, you absolutely loved his laugh and seeing him glow with happiness. “Like I would ever complain it ends up with sex,” His hand squeezes your arm.

“Alright, not a complaint then,” He says. “Are you okay?” You hum and nod your head.

“Hmm, always, every time,” You say. “And you, are you okay?” He hums and slowly pulls his arm out from underneath you. “Nooo, where are you going?” You whine, making him chuckle.

“I’m going to go get a cloth to clean us, do you have a complaint about that?” He asks as he stands from the bed, you move onto your side, whimpering as you feel your mixed releasing slip from you.

“Yes,” You say. “I like feeling our cum inside me and on me,” He looks back at you, and you swear you saw his eyes darken for a split second.

“You’re really teasing me tonight, aren’t you,” He says before making his way to the bathroom. “I know you do, but I should clean you,” You let out a groan and get up from the bed, your legs felt like jelly beneath you, but you made your way to the bathroom.

“Then I should pee also,” You say. He watches as you walk to the toilet and sit down.

“You just couldn’t wait on the bed, could you?” He asks. You smile up at him and shake your head, your eyes slowly roaming over his body.

“Couldn’t miss the view,” You say. He wets the cloth and begins cleaning himself as he waits for you. “It’s such a pretty view, have I mentioned I want to watch you touch yourself?” You watch him drop the cloth into the sink and take in a deep breath.

“You have… I don’t even know how many times you’ve mentioned it now,” He says. You stand from the toilet after peeing and flushing it, he picks the cloth up and rinses it before turning to you. “You’ll just have to wait because I have you to satisfy me,” You hold onto the counter as you lift one of your legs, and let out a hum as the cloth touches your pussy.

“I want you to watch me,” You say. You feel the cloth pause against your pussy before he begins cleaning it again. “What if we did it together, and then when you can’t take it anymore, you just let whatever instinct take over, and you have me however you wish,” He pulls the cloth away and rinses it. You watch his jaw work as he thinks. “Think about it,” You lean up and kiss his shoulder before leaving the bathroom.

“Gotdamn you’re a tease, dove,” He calls out. “But fine, fine, we can try it, but not now,” He exits the bathroom and finds you slipping a pair of panties over your legs. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you, moving them over your chest. “Another time, I want to cuddle with you now and watch a movie or something.”

“If it’s somewhere in the future, then sign me up,” You say with a smile. He places his chin on your shoulder and you both look out the window at the twinkling stars outside.

“You are, I think, an evening star, the fairest of all stars,” He whispers. It would have sounded cheesy if you weren’t so in love with the man, but the words made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but lean more into his hold. “Thank you… just thank you, and I love you.”

“Thank you also,” You whisper. “For showing me I can be loved, I deserve the care and attention and affection just as much,” He had shown you only love and affection, and you were thankful for it. “I love you too,” You slowly turn in his hold, his hands falling down t cup your ass, you lift your hands and cup his cheeks and pull him down into a kiss.

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twisted-tales-of-all · 2 years

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Service Swap

In a tale of 4.8k words, we visit the SF9 universe to look at dance instructor Yoo Taeyang and one of their students who happens to be a tattoo artist (Gender Neutral!Reader). After he compliments their tattoos, Taeyang and Y/N work out an exchange of their expertise. This story touches on the idea of Taeyang’s first love, as well as lost love with a permanent reminder of the person. There are warnings for some language usage, as well as attending a wedding, discussion of tattoos and needles, and moments of angst.

After jumping around unsuccessfully from teacher to teacher, you decide to attend a dance class that your friend swears by. You set low hopes before walking into the studio to prepare for any disappointment you'll face. Once inside, you notice that you've arrived before most of the class, so you start stretching in your favorite spot. Although only two others join you, you can't figure out which person is the instructor.

When the rest of the class arrives, you're shocked to find it less packed than expected, heightening your spirits. With fewer dancers, you have more space for a better range of movement. As the music begins, you find the tall, skinny, dark-haired boy at the front, facing everyone else. He quickly introduces himself and the dance he's teaching today. Then, he instructs everyone to warm up their muscles with stretches. After a couple of songs, he asks everyone to move to the side as he plays the one he's teaching. He performs the dance as a quick demonstration before requesting that everyone return to their positions.

"We'll be learning the pre-chorus and chorus today. I made this choreo, but remember that you don't have to follow me strictly. If you feel the flow bringing you in a different motion for a bit, feel free to incorporate that! Dancing is personal expression, after all."

With these reminders, he begins teaching the first eight-count, keeping track of everyone's comprehension. You notice that his friendly aura makes it easier for others to ask for clarification when needed. Because he helps everyone personally, you get more time to practice each count properly rather than moving too fast.

After learning the dance, Taeyang assigns a number to everyone at random. Then, each numbered group takes center stage to show off what they've learned while everyone else motivates them. He points out something good in each dancer before moving on, making sure everyone feels included. You hype the other groups up and put all your efforts into your performance, so he comments on your amazing energy.

While most of the group leaves, you finish with some simple stretches as a cool-down before packing up. Taeyang approaches as you reach your bag and compliments the tattoos on your arm. You thank him and point out a small one near your wrist, telling him how you did this one yourself back when you were an apprentice.

"Wait, are you an artist? That's so cool! I've always wanted a tattoo but they're expensive and the size I want takes quite a while."

"Oh, what do you want? If you've wanted it for a while, my recommendation is to go for it. It obviously won't leave your mind otherwise." You joke, curious what designs he enjoys.

"I want a piece on my side that represents my dancing story. I'm thinking of maybe putting some music notes and flowers into the background, but I'm still not sure of the focus point I want. I'll probably have to discuss with the artist a lot, but I haven't even chosen an artist yet." He laughs at himself for thinking so deeply about the tattoo without choosing an artist.

"Well, there's an artist right here. The plan sounds meaningful and fun to do, so I'd be down to talk it out with you and figure everything out." You offer despite being unsure of whether he'd accept.

"That'd be great, but I'm sure it'd still be pretty expensive, and I don't think I'd have the money to spare."

"Assuming you want it in black or grey, it should be around $800, but I can cut you a deal if you're interested." Thinking of this as an opportunity, you consider an exchange, "This is the first dance class I've thoroughly enjoyed in a while. If I can get some free lessons for a year, I'd do it for free. Or a few months of individual training if you don't want to give that much time away for essentially free."

When he turns silent, you tell him to think about it. You assure him that the offer won't float away as you tell him that you plan to sign up for the next class the following week. As you head for the exit, he sparks back to reality and bids you farewell, so you tell him that you'll see him next week.

The week between classes drags on forever, but you arrive in the studio once again, early enough to be the first person in the room. You practice some choreography that you've been working on as you wait. After only a short while, Taeyang arrives. Seeing nobody else in the room, he brings up the offer again.

"How many private lessons would I need to give you to get the tattoo? It's been on my mind all week, and I think you're right. I think I have to get it - or at least start planning it - to get it off my mind."

"Well, assuming the piece is $800, and your regular sessions are only $5 entry price, let's bump it to $10 since they're one-on-one sessions... I think 80 sessions seems like a bit overkill. How about 50 sessions? That'd be about six months if we do two sessions a week. Maybe that's still too much. I'm not sure how exactly to gauge your lessons cost-wise." You struggle to try and even out the trade, but you can't seem to accurately price his lessons.

"Y'know, you may be selling these lessons for far too low," You add.

"No, you see, selling at $5 ensures that more people can join if they'd like. If I were selling individual lessons, it'd be closer to $25 for an hour. So, if we base it off that price, it'd be 32 lessons. That's only four months if you wanted two sessions a week."

"Okay, that seems much more fair. Four months of lessons for your intricate side piece." You confirm, laying out the final offer.

"I'm fully down for that, but could we discuss the tattoo and get a sketch before we start? I want to make sure I like the design." He asks, innocently unaware of how artists charge a deposit for their time.

"Okay, but even if you don't decide to follow through, I'd like six or seven lessons. I usually charge a 20% deposit to account for the time it takes me to come up with designs for people."

He effortlessly agrees to the deal right as the rest of the class begins to file in. For that lesson, your excitement never falters. You've gained personal lessons with an instructor that fits your picky expectations, and you'll get to create another masterpiece meaningful to someone. In your eyes, it's a win-win situation, and Taeyang clearly thinks the deal is worth it on his end, too.

As your second lesson in his class finishes up, you begin your cool-down routine once again. After the others leave, Taeyang returns to the topic of his tattoo almost instantly. You laugh at his eagerness and innocent excitement. You remember feeling the same way when you scheduled the appointment for your first tattoo as well, so you fully understand his mindset about the situation.

"Taeyang, calm down. We'll get to discussing the design soon, but I'd like to finish my stretches first." You laugh as you explain yourself to the boy.

Although he pouts at you for momentarily halting the conversation, he understands and waits for you to finish. You finish your stretches and ask him if he'd like to begin the consultation portion of the tattoo process now or later. As expected, he enthusiastically asks to start as soon as possible, so you pick up your belongings and lead him out of the studio.

"I take public transport here. If you'd like to take it back with me, I don't mind hosting the meeting in my apartment for today."

He agrees, following your lead as you ride the subway lines back to your complex. His eyes wander as you walk the halls to your room, so he lightly runs into you when you stop in front of your door.

As you enter the key to unlock the door, you joke, "What's up, Taeyang? You act like you've never seen an apartment building before."

Nervously scratching his head, he admits, "I don't really have friends, so I haven't been to apartments other than mine as an adult."

"In that case, I apologize. I never would've guessed. You appear very social from the classes."

"Well, that's work. I'm somewhat of an introvert actually, so I only work, work out, and head home most days." He follows you inside and looks around, amazed. "Woah, your apartment looks really nice. You're good at decorating."

"Oh, thanks. I don't even notice anymore. I've been meaning to change it up again soon, but if it's nice, maybe I should leave it. Come over here to the desk area; we can discuss there so I can take notes or sketch things out."

He follows you and sits down next to you. As you ask for him to remind you of his design plans, you note down key aspects he mentions - dance, music notes, flowers, and a meaningful focal point that's yet to be decided.

"Do you mind recounting your dance story? We can work together to figure out the main part, but I'd like to know as much of the story as possible, details and all, so it can be accurate."

"It's really long; are you sure you want it all?" He asks with apprehension in his voice.

"Are you sure you want an accurate and meaningful tattoo?" You ask back so he can understand how funny it is to ask.

"Okay, okay. I just hope you're prepared." He starts before taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

He begins by telling you the age he began to enjoy dance and how that happened, and you take notes on any important points. Continuing, he mentions that dance always helped him, even when people couldn't. He describes his love of dance in a similar fashion that childhood lovers describe one another - soft, comforting, familiar. You scribble down "1st love" to remind yourself of this right as Taeyang mentions that he wants to love someone who gives him the same feelings that dance does, but he has yet to find that.

"You've never fallen in love?" You interject, shocked by him again.

He chuckles as he shakes his head, "Not so much as a single crush. For a while, I thought I was broken. Got a girlfriend, but we broke up once she confronted the fact that I only treated her as a good friend. It struck me then - the fact that I think of love differently than most people. To me, it's not a person and not the memories you build. It's that feeling of warmth, that you'll be okay for as long as the love remains within you. Not a case of whether you receive that love in return, but that you know it's still within you."

"Still within you... that's such a romantic way to approach love. Whoever you end up loving will be very lucky."

Taeyang tries to return to the story again, but he's interrupted by your phone ringing. You apologize and stand to answer the call, finding your best friend on the other end of the line. They alert you of a change to the date of their upcoming wedding, claiming that the couple doesn't want to wait any longer. In doing so, they remind you that you have a plus-one space automatically given as a part of the wedding party, and you now have only a month to figure out who to bring. You thank them for the heads up and excuse yourself under the guise of a client. Upon hanging up, however, you curse at the thought of having to find a date or deal with the clearly-empty seat at the event.

"Everything okay?" You hear Taeyang stand thanks to your cursing.

"Sorry to startle you. My friend is getting married, and they moved the date up. I'm part of the wedding party, so I'm supposed to bring someone, but finding someone means I'll have to go on blind dates or something." You groan at the thought, remembering how draining first dates can be.

"When is it? I might be able to save you. If you'd like me to, at least," He offers, nerves raising as he realizes that it sounds like he's asking you on a date.

"Really? Would you? That'd save me a lot of hassle, and I can use the opportunity to learn more about you that might help with the tattoo."

"Yeah, if I'm free, then I don't mind. Just let me know when it is so I can prepare."

"We have just over a month. You really are going to save my ass, so thank you, Taeyang." You smile brightly at him, making him grow a bit shy. Noticing, you switch back to the topic at hand, "Should we get back to your story now?"

Sitting back down, he continues telling you everything about his dance journey. You add a few more notes, especially when regarding more recent events. You ensure that you have all the important notes before he leaves for the day.

"Do you live far? Should I call you a taxi? I brought you here without thinking about the return trip. I'm sorry." You worry, realizing that it's later than expected and thus more dangerous.

"It's fine, Y/N. Don't worry. I'm only a couple of stops away, and you live right by the station, so I should be safe."

As he flashes you a soft smile to comfort you, you request that he messages you once home. He jokes that you're already acting like he's your boyfriend but assures you that he'll follow your plea. As the door shuts behind him only seconds later, you find yourself speechless at his words. You thought you were simply being kind at first, but you realize that it could come off as being more than friendly.

Although you begin to worry about the misunderstanding, you choose not to mention it to him. You prepare for bed and find his text about the safe return once you finish your routine. While deciding how to reply, you fall asleep, too tired from the long, eventful day.

You find another message when you wake:

You smile at the kind message, replying with a wholehearted appreciation for him trusting you in this process, adding that you're extremely thankful for his offer to come to the wedding on top of agreeing to solo dance lessons already. He reminds you that you still have to discuss when to do the lessons and what you'd like to learn.

For the next couple of days, your conversations bounce between the dance lessons and the tattoo design, with some basic conversations about daily life sprinkled in when a conversation dies down. You settle on the days for your lessons, give him some dances you'd like to learn or improve, and send over some unfinished sketches for parts of his design to hear his thoughts.

Time flies, and you reach the wedding day quickly enough. You look in the mirror one last time before leaving your apartment and meeting Taeyang out front. Standing in front of his car, he dons a full suit with a tie and pocket square that complement your outfit perfectly. He waves at you with a bright smile, then he opens his arms for a hug as you approach.

"Hey, stranger. You look amazing. Thank you again for doing this for me. I know they're my best friend, but weddings are always so nerve-wracking for me. With you here, it won't be as bad." You claim, feeling his heart racing as you hug him.

"No problem, especially with how close we've gotten over this month."

You drive off to the wedding together, only to be shocked when Taeyang introduces himself to everyone as your boyfriend. When you get a moment alone with him, you confront him.

"Sorry, I thought it'd be easier than having to explain our relationship a bunch of times. Plus, we basically act like a couple - minus the skinship - so people would eventually ask."

"You should've warned me, at least!" You want to scold him, but that's all you can say before the bride and groom approach you.

"Since when do you not tell me when you get a new partner?!" Your best friend asks with their hand on your shoulder.

"Ah, you've just been so busy with wedding planning and everything. I didn't want to take your focus away from it." You make up an excuse, hoping to quickly stop the conversation before you need to add more lies.

"Well, after today, I better get the tea! I'll see you soon, though. Have to go visit everyone."

You wave them off before allowing your anxiously-perfect posture to fall. Taeyang laughs to himself before asking you to tell him the story you'll be using. You glare at him, sitting down at your assigned table without giving him an answer.

The rest of the day passes smoothly, and nobody questions you about your sudden new boyfriend, so you claim that win in your head as Taeyang drives back.

"Would you like to hang out some more? Or are you tired of people?" He asks about halfway home.

"Is there something you'd like to do?"

"I'd just like to stay with you. I enjoy your company."

Ultimately, you decide to hang out with him. You start by relaxing at a nearby stream, quietly enjoying your time together, but the cold weather ruins the calm night. You move to his apartment as it's closer to the stream. You talk for hours, learning about and understanding one another better in the process. Eventually, you begin fading out of consciousness as sleep overtakes you, but Taeyang leads you to his bed before you fully knock out so you can rest comfortably. He sleeps on the couch that night.

Only three months later, you finish the tattoo design and bring Taeyang into the shop for his first appointment. You try a few different placements before it sits on his skin the way he wants it. Once he's satisfied, you ask him to lay on his opposite side so you can begin. Prepping him, you find the boy shaking.

"Are you nervous or excited? Your whole body is shaking, Taeyang."

"A bit of both. I'm really excited, but I also don't know what to expect. Some people say the needle hurts a lot, but others claim they're overreacting."

"It fully depends on the person and the placement. I've warned you that this tends to be a more painful place for a tattoo, but don't worry. You can always ask me to stop, and we'll take breaks regardless. I work at your pace."

"Could we do a test or something? Like a little dot or a short line so I can prepare?" He asks, eyes in puppy mode.

You laugh as you accept his idea. You inform him that you'll do a short line to begin, then you turn on the machine and follow through with the plan. You feel him tense up, but that's a typical reaction for most people, regardless of the number of tattoos they have. You switch the machine off, wipe the mark clean, and ask him whether he'd like to continue.

"That wasn't too bad." He responds through clenched teeth, "Let's keep going. I'll tell you if I need a break."

"Alrighty." You whirl the machine on, "I hope you can take a good few hours of it today."

After five hours and three breaks, you finish today's session. Taeyang checks the progress in the mirror, proud to finally see his ideas and dreams coming to fruition. You wrap him up and give him care instructions, and he goes home to rest.

You check up on him every day for the next few weeks, living for his reactions to each stage of the healing process. With only the outline done, it leaves both of you eager to fill in the design with shading and everything.

In the dance lessons following the session, you notice Taeyang wearing shirts that reveal the tattoo. Even unfinished, he's so proud of the piece that he constantly wants to show it off.

Another month passes before you're able to get him in for the second session. Somehow, this session passes even smoother despite the more painful shading and white highlights. Taeyang's sheer determination to finish allows you to complete the piece now when you thought you'd need another day for details.

Just like in the first session, Taeyang admires the artwork in the mirror. You ask him if you can take a picture for your portfolio, but he cuts you off with a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. It's amazing. It's so... so- it's perfect, Y/N. I love it." Taeyang mumbles into you, spilling endless praises from his lips.

You awkwardly pat his back as you wait for him to finish, zoning out halfway through his shpeal. You must've missed an important cue when you zoned out, as his lips suddenly press themselves against yours. You carefully try to work past this, telling him to go rest up since his emotions are overwhelming him. You disregard the photo you wanted, opting for a healed photo later.

At home, the thought of the kiss refuses to leave your mind. It confuses you, and you can't pinpoint whether he meant to do it or whether his emotions overwhelmed him into doing it. You also don't know how you feel in response to the action. Looking back on the scene, you can't tell whether you wanted to kiss him back or push him away. You simply froze up when it happened; it caught you off guard.

The next time you meet Taeyang, you find him apologizing for his actions. He admits to having feelings for you, but he understands that he shouldn't have kissed you out of the blue like that. Starting like this fills the meet-up with awkwardness, but you try to alleviate it by explaining that his emotions must have been all over the place due to his enjoyment of the finished product.

Before you part ways, he asks whether you'd like to date, and you ask him to give you time to figure out your feelings. It's only been a week since the kiss, and you still don't know how you feel. With this new development, you force yourself to address your feelings and define them. You've been avoiding them for most of the past week, so you're relieved to have something to force yourself to confront the situation head-on.

You take the next two days to do exactly that. Placing your sole focus on properly categorizing your feelings, you find yourself making excuses when calling it anything more than friendly love. Although you hate to break the news to him, you think it's best to do it quickly, so you call him down to the spot by the stream, asking to talk to him for a bit.

He quickly makes his way to the meeting point, as if he's a puppy running to his owner. As you see his soft smile shining at you, you feel a lump swell in your throat. He finds a nice rock to sit on and asks you to sit with him. You refuse, as standing permits you the ability to escape quickly in case your answer causes issues.

"Taeyang, I can't date you. It took me a while to pinpoint how I feel for you, but I think it's best we remain friends. I don't think I can reciprocate the feelings you have for me. I'm really sorry." You admit, fidgetting as an excuse to avoid meeting his gaze.

"That's okay, Y/N. I'm not going to try to force you to fall for me. I mean, I should hope I know how hard it is to fall in love." Surprisingly, he responds simply, taking the rejection far better than you imagined.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't need to force yourself to be. If you need space from me or comfort or anything, just ask me."

His lips curl up as he forces down a laugh, "Well, I'm not sure I'd call this okay, but it feels sorta numb. I don't know what I need, frankly. Just don't ditch me; Don't leave me in the past simply because of my feelings for you."

You explain that you won't ever be that person, and you sit with him in silence for a bit longer before he stands and decides to head home. He thanks you for letting him know your answer so quickly, hugs you, and walks away. You watch him leave and notice his posture change after a few seconds. Seeing his slouched posture, paired with some clear huffs, your heart breaks again as you recognize that he's crying now that he thinks you can't see.

Other than the remaining dance lessons and a touch-up tattoo appointment, you and Taeyang don't talk very often. In fact, a couple of years pass before you see him again. Donning an oversized hoodie, he calls out to you as you pass him on the street. Turning around to see who called you, you're greeted by a long-forgotten but familiar smile that brings a messy bundle of feelings into your chest. Your name in his mouth rushes memories back into your mind, and you don't know how to respond.

"Y/N! Hey, it's been a while. I'm sorry I kinda ghosted you after everything. It took a lot longer to move on than I expected. Care to get a coffee or something and catch up?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, let's do that. I want to hear how you've been."

Eventually, he notices your engagement ring, and the heartbreaking numbness returns to him after years of being free of it. You see this reaction reach his eyes, making them lose their once-everlasting glimmer as he asks about the lucky partner. The lump from your chest catches itself in your throat, and you feel tears force themselves into your eyes. Trying to hide your reaction, you take a sip of your drink, clear your throat, and explain that you met someone while getting a tattoo. Suddenly, the painful irony of the situation hits you like a truck, and you can't help but ask about the tattoo you gave him.

"It's still my only one, but I've made sure to take good care of it. Every time I see it, it reminds me of you and all those memories we made. It's a weird feeling, having a permanent reminder of my first love on my body. I guess it just hoards all sorts of meanings within its ink." He awkwardly laughs off his comment, but it makes the tears fall from your eyes despite your best efforts to keep them in.

"Don't cry! Y/N, what's wrong? Is it me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything upsetting by my words. It's interesting, but I don't mind remembering you. There are so many good memories-"

"No, no. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. I think there's just a lot of emotions overwhelming me. I'm happy to see you again and grateful that you're doing well, but everything hits at once. And with me just getting engaged only a few days before, it feels like some sick, twisted fate to meet you randomly now, out of nowhere. I- I don't know. I'm sorry."

After your tears dry and you regain control over your emotions, Taeyang explains the past few years he's had. He hopped around on personal jobs after finding private training more to his taste, and he only returned to the city a week ago, giving himself a much-deserved break from work. Although he hasn't found anyone else he loves as much as he loves to dance - and loved you - he boasts about wooing people around the world with his beauty and graceful storytelling within his dance. He goes so far as to show you a picture of his award for best original choreography. Engraved on the trophy, the title of his art, "A Permanent Reminder" gives you more than enough background for the story he conveyed to win.

As you part ways once again, your hand hovers over the tattoo your now-fiance did for you: a twist of flowers in the shape of a music note, sitting within the shape of the sun. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him that you met your future partner due to wanting a tattoo to remind yourself of the man you fell for too little too late.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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First Kiss ~ Yoo Taeyang

You smiled anxiously across at Taeyang as he walked back into the living room to find you sat still on the sofa, taking a nervy sip from your glass of wine before placing it down on the table in front of you, just in time as Taeyang sat himself back down beside you.

There was a little bit of awkwardness between you both after the end of your film, Taeyang didn’t want you to go home just yet, offering to keep you there for as long as possible, enjoying your company like he always did.

“Do you want to watch something else?” He asked, glancing across at you. There had been mumblings of feelings between the two of you for weeks, creating a growing divide in your friendship as neither of you wanted to talk about it.

“I think it would be a good idea, we can’t exactly sit here in silence,” you slightly laughed.

Taeyang nodded in agreement, “what is going on between us Y/N? This is ridiculous.”

He had hoped inviting you over would help to make life a little bit easier for you both, but instead it just felt like it made things worse. Seeing each other stirred up plenty of feelings for you both, some wanting to scream about how you felt, the others trying to get you to keep pretending.

“I’m guessing that the boys keep speaking to you too,” he whispered as you remained silent, turning everything off to focus on you.

“I’ve heard a few things about you, and a few things about me.”

You tried your best to push what the boys were saying to you to the back of your mind, convincing yourself that they were causing up trouble. After so many years together, you couldn’t imagine Taeyang wanting to risk your friendship for something that might not come true, the last thing he’d ever want to do was completely lose you.

“I bet I can read your mind,” Taeyang responded, resting his head in his hand, “you like me, don’t you? That’s why you’re struggling to speak to me right now.”

“And if I did, would you like me back, or would it be one-sided?”

A sigh came from Taeyang as he looked away from your eyes, giving himself a moment to ponder. He couldn’t lie, of course, he liked you after so many years of friendship, but whether a relationship would be a step too far, Taeyang didn’t know.

He’d had the boys in his ear for weeks like you had, trying their best to assure him that it would be a good idea. Taeyang knew you well enough to know what you wanted by the look in your eyes, but whether he was as transparent, was enough matter altogether. You could read nothing from Taeyang, which only frightened you even more.

“It wouldn’t be one-sided,” he finally replied back to you, knowing that as he listened to his heart there was only one direction that he wanted to go in. “I’d be stupid to ever not want to be with you, wouldn’t I? This isn’t a friendship, at least not for me, and I hope not for you either.”

It was exactly what you needed to hear to finally be able to let your heart settle, relieved more than anything else that you hadn’t thrown yourself in at the deep end only for Taeyang to stay shallow.

The smile on your face that was growing was the perfect reassurance for Taeyang too. “Where do we go from here?” You chuckled back across to him nervously.

“That depends, where would you like for us to go from here?”

“We shouldn’t be making this so awkward, we’re not strangers.”

“Let’s just do what feels right,” Taeyang suggested, “we should clear the air and be as we normally are, and for me, there only feels like one possible way for us to be able do that.”

You looked to Taeyang with intrigue as he shuffled a little bit closer towards him. You had no idea what he was thinking, for all of the times you had been able to pick up on how he was feeling, this time around you were simply stuck.

“If we’re really going to make a go of things, I think that we should just kiss,” he suddenly announced, terrified to look across to you and see how you would react to his suggestion.

There was no reaction from you at all though as you tried to process what it was that you had heard Taeyang say. A part of you felt as if you were stuck in some sort of dream, wondering how your night had managed to flip so quickly.

After a bit of thought, your head nodded, “I think that would be a good idea.”

A chuckle of surprise came from Taeyang, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time,” he admitted, shyly looking across at you, coyer than you had ever seen him before.

Taeyang didn’t want to end up changing your mind, or see you do the same, quickly leaning forwards and closing the distance between you both for the very first time.

“It’s funny, as a best friend, you’ve always had a face that I’d like to punch for being annoying, and now here I am wanting to kiss you,” you joked.

“I’m trying to create a romantic mood, stop ruining it.”

“Sorry,” you laughed, “I’m just not used to any of this.”

Before you could speak again, Taeyang made his move and pressed a kiss to your lips, cupping the side of your face with his hand. It was a kiss that could only be described as perfection for you both until Taeyang pulled back away.

“I’m glad I did that,” he whispered as soon as his lips left yours, keeping the close distance between the two of you.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, taking a moment to compose yourself as you felt your heart flutter, seeing a new side of Taeyang in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“I’m glad you did that too,” you replied to Taeyang after taking a couple of moments to yourself, “if anything I’m annoyed that we didn’t do it sooner, even though that would have meant actually listening to the boys.”

“I’m dreading seeing their faces when we tell them,” Taeyang chuckled back to you, leaning a little further back to be able to see the smile on your face, “they’ll be the first ones to tell us how much time we’ve wasted.”

“Or we’ve just got plenty of time to make up for.”

“I like your thinking,” Taeyang cheered, reminding himself yet again why he shared such an incredibly close bond with you, “I can think of several things for the two of us to do to make up for all of that time too.”

The corners of your mouth turned up even further, feeling your heart race around Taeyang as if it was your very first time seeing him.

“Do you think you’d be happier staying the night now?”

“I think so,” you smiled in reply, taking a look around the room, “you’re not still going to make me sleep on the sofa, are you? I think we’re a little bit past the stage of having sleepovers between us, don’t you?”

“You’re definitely not on the sofa tonight.”

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jaeyeonatorsf9 · 8 months

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THE STEALER – CHAPTER 2

"Wake up." The words were soft and gentle, but urgent. That voice. It was deep yet gentle. She knew that voice opening her eyes a man's silhouette was standing in front of her, "Jana-ah" blinking a couple of times as her sight is in haze, trying to remember where she is and who’s that person’s voice belonged to, open her eyes then the tall handsome man who was looking down at her, “Li Jae Don'' he called out which caught the tall handsome guy off guard, “Li Jae Don?” he repeated, as she sat on the bed rubbing her eyes, “..onnie..” she called out, “Donnie'' she corrected herself, stretching, “get up or else we’ll be late” he told her then left her to prepare their breakfast, quickly she got up from her bed and stretch away along she got her bath towel and uniform and into her bathroom, “Young-ah! Jana-ah! Come on and let’s eat!” He called his siblings over for breakfast, and a tall handsome and fit man came out topless as the little sister came downstairs from the second floor, “Jae Don-ah, so what’s the plan for Jana’s new semester?” he asked his younger twin brother, “plan?” he asked back as he placed the toasted bread on the table, the little sister sat as the older brothers sat as well, “I mean will you tell them about Jana being our younger sister? you do have hardcore fans…” Young explained to his twin brother,

“Ah, no!” he replied as he looked at his little sister,

“No?” Young looked at him then to their little sister who sat beside her, “why?” he asked, curious.

“Well, as per our majesty, she wanted to know how popular I am….” he replied as he starts eating,

Young looked at their youngest, “you sure?” he asked her, “you know fangirls can be very scary!” he warned her,

“Yeah! I wanted to see for myself, and I have other reasons…” she replied as she takes a bit of her toasted bread,

“What other reason?” Jae Don asked,

“How boys will react when they find out my brother is Li Jae Don, I mean boys are scared of you, especially your aloof personality…” she explained.

Jae Don sarcastic laugh it off but he knew for himself how intimidating he can be,

“Agreed, you’re somehow look mean do you know that?” Young commented, “hahaha! Said someone who looks exactly like me…” he snarl back,

the three siblings finished off their breakfast and went away with their school, and as expected two of them coming to school is a new sight, both boys and girls were curious as who is the new girl with one of their school’s prince, it been a week already since she was part of this school yet people are still curious about her real identity

in the classroom the student were discussing and even coming up with the weirdest theory and as they were discussing it a footstep was running down the hall to immediately share fresh news, "the newcomer's here!!!!!" A boy with his buttons down and showing his inner shirt, announced as he catches his breath, with that the next person who came in was their homeroom teacher who left the classroom door in front open, "ok class, kindly take your sits" she directly on a stern voice, "Good morning, Jana-ssi, hope you leg are getting better?” she asked her as she continue to walk towards her sit by the corner of the room beside the windows.

At first few day’s people gave her a few intriguing looks and asked random questions, she answered some but stayed quiet and didn't mind any of them which kind of ticked some of the bullies who later started to bother her more and more for their entertainment purposes. More rumors started as everyone thought the reason for the initial warning fro there home room teacher not to bother was, that she was a new teacher’s pet, but most of the boys especially in her class thought she was a prize for a new competition because she doesn't look just like your typical ideal normal girl, she had beauty on her and a weird aura of intimidating for some as she was very quiet. Days passed most of the boys means business, and she became their new play toy which dragged some attention, some girls started to bully her more, but she stayed quiet and distant, she gets along with most people here but still kept quiet and distant most of the time but some of the students especially the school's popular handsome group of boys, Sensational Feeling 9 or SF9 what the girls call them were close with her yet they kept a safe distance to observe her as something really intrigues them about her that looks like she is somewhat special.

As days, weeks, and months passed by, her cast had been removed and at the same time, some boys started to lose interest in her which equivalent to more bullies, girls are already bullying her, and more and more are becoming an addition to the group and as days past by their jokes and pranks became meaner than it was before, some of the boys from SF9 wanted to step in but just looking at her from afar she seems to handle it very well so they stopped themselves but then again until when? Especially when the bullies had poured milk and had thrown away her meals, yet she chose to keep quiet and ignore, "what the heck is she doing?" Ethan asked out loud, frustrated. His blood started to boil and most of his brothers had stopped him dozens of times "just for a little longer..." they said at a different time,

"Until when exactly? Until she's dead?" he called out, feeling irritated,

"Ok, let's say we let you get involved right now, and then what?" leader asked him, he was about to answer back but then his third youngest replied to his question, "then we could be friends, is that so wrong Hyung?" He asked back, worried and concerned at the same time,

"No! there's nothing wrong but remember, we aren't normal when we get worked up do you even think what will happen?" He argued back. Keeping his other brother remain silent as he was right, they are not normal, they are extraordinary, not from this time, but Ethan can't stop worrying for her and there was this worrisome feeling in his chest he can't easily let go, a feeling that something bad would happen to her, and he was indeed right, as the school ends, as SF9 are enjoying their own time hanging out on the rooftop where they can see everything.

"Silent ones are the scariest people, do you know that?" suddenly said the second youngest calmly as he was looking from afar, they all looked at him with dumbfounded faces,

"What the heck are you talking about?" the youngest asked, in his deep voice, feeling absurd, the second youngest then calmly pinpointed towards someone near the school's library building,

They found her riding her bike off to school but before she even reach the gate, she went flying to the school ground, while her bike flew on the opposite direction, the bullies gathered to have their fun, laughing and enjoying the moment, both boys and girl gathered around her in circle, they took her stuff and completely trashed it, then started throwing random stuff like paint balloon, spoiled eggs, white and black feathers and other more stuff they could think off, she's injured, her knee's bleeding so as her forehead, then one of the girls had hit her from behind and another but this time she grabbed the thick stick and took off her which of course surprised everyone, the guy behind him had his bat with him and now tried her chance, he tried to hit her but she had blocked him, she started to fight back, she started doing her thing, martial arts, kicking everyone's assess which was one of the plot twist with her, the bullies together with SF9 were left flabbergast as well were impressed with her, but then again she needed help so they helped her out of that area, moving her to the clinic and of course the nurse had help them clean her would, she suggested them to bring her to the nearest hospital which they did then brought her home for safety.

The next day in school, the school was in chaos. The bullies were expelled and the reason? Her! Who would know the threat of the teacher was a MUST be taken seriously, the rumored queen bee that had been going on since their 1st year who was no show until now in front of them all, the quiet girl had a large influence on the school’s board member for some reason had brought more stir than the most unique class, Class 2-D. Well, this class is one rollercoaster ride, there are a lot of different personalities, and some feared this class more than Class A, why? Simple, Class 2-D has the greatest number of the bullies’ ring leaders, a mix of talented athletes, brainiacs, and handsome tall hotties.

"Mr. Ethan and Ms. Jana, after school kindly came to my office... is this understood?" their teacher called them as the bell rang, everyone stood up and went to the next class, PE. The girls and boys had changed separately, and everyone was so thrilled about today's class because today is a class relay, and the loser will be the cleaners for the week. The team was separated into mixed groups and for Ethan, it was great for being on the same team as him, meaning he can closely observe her without freaking her out, and here he thought she was being serious in winning at the last minute of the game as he notices she purposely lost the last shot but he was doubting himself as it was impossible and why would she do it but then again one of his brother who was on the same class as his, "did you see that?" His younger brother asked him with his lips pouting and looking at her then to his with an intense eye,

"Huh?" Jana questioned, surprised.

"She lost on purpose!" He proclaimed, feeling somehow irritated,

"You also noticed?" he asked, looking at each other than in her direction,

"Yes, it's too obvious for us... " He told his older brother, “She seems to be interesting..." He claimed as he turned to leave the area.

After school Ethan and Jana both went to the teacher's office, the teacher had told them that starting today she would be the class representative with him, and informed us that our other class representative had dropped out from school due to personal circumstances which she displayed some disapprovement and told the teacher she wanted to have a normal school life but of course, she couldn't do anything but to accept in the end, we left after the small talk and had to ask what happened this afternoon she caught her off guard which he earned a glare from her for a short while then left ahead. In the classroom where she took our things she started talking, "how did you know?" She asked, wondering,

"I-I just noticed..." Ethan told her, shuttering as he was caught off guard.

"Let's just say I just needed to lose..." She replied as she started cleaning,

"What do you mean?" I asked,

She looked at him and told him with a smile, "I'll tell you when you are worth it" then left, he was coughing more off guard seeing her smiling, "that was the first smile she gave to anyone" he said out loud as he placed his backpack on his bag.

>> End chapter <<

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