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b0nnie333 · 1 year ago

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Four Weddings And A Funeral: Taecyeon x Reader

This is my own take on the four weddings and a funeral storyline, but with Taecyeon from 2pm! I hope you enjoy!! If you have any requests or criticism or suggestions please do let me know!

Quick disclaimer, the intro is relatively long :D

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It was the mid 90's and a hot, rich summer was making it's way to London, England. As you yawned and sat upright, the sun hit your bear back. You breathed in the floral air that flowed through your window like a waterfall, and you thought that all was good in your world. You were very mistaken.

"Come on Vanessa, we're gonna be so late! You're the maid of honour remember?" Your roommate, Richard called out to you as you rapidly slipped on your dark green high heels and zipped up your gorgeous, sage green dress.

"I know!! And your a groomsman too you know! Fuck..I can't zip up this shitting dress!!!" You yelled out, scrambling for your purse and kicking random things into your overnight bag.

As the two of you slammed the car doors shut, Richard slammed down onto the pedal and you went zooming through the streets.

"Wait where do we have to turn again?" He said worriedly, scanning every sign he drove past.

"Um, right let's see." You whisper-shouted, frantically opening up the unnecessarily large map that took up most of the front seat. You trailed your finger along the lines until you reached where the two of you were. Suddenly, panic arose as you worked out what way you were supposed to be going.

"SHIT! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO TURN 3 EXITS AGO!" You yelled, impulsively grabbing Richard's hand and turning the wheel with so much vigour it almost gave you whiplash. The two of you swerved through cars, desperately trying to not get into an accident until you saw the turning.

"There it is!" Richard shouted. He sped down the road whilst you finished adding on your necessary maid of honour accessories. Finally, the large church was in sight, and you were both very clearly the last people arriving before the bride got there. Richard parked the car incredibly badly and you swung open the car door. To your horror, the bride's humongous limo had just arrived too, and you sprinted into the church with your room mate and took your places.

The two of you walked down the aisle at a sensible pace, making sure no one would notice how red and out of breath you looked.

"I have to stop being late to weddings." You let out a relived sigh.

"Especially when you're the maid of honour." You heard the bride utter behind you, and all you could do was gulp down your words and finish the job. What a long day this will be.

Thankfully, the wedding went smoothly. You read your verse from the bible fine, and no one seemed to notice the voice crack you had mid-way. The crowd of guests followed the newly weds to the gigantic garden of the church, and to your distaste, it was time to socialise..

You immediately grabbed two glasses of champagne and headed over to your friends, who were all holding in their laughter as you walked over.

"Overslept once again Vanessa?" Your closest friend Julie giggled, taking one of the glasses from your hand.

"Might've.." You sighed and sat down on the freshly cut grass.

"Yes well, we can tell." Oliver, Julie's brother, smiled mischievously, creating an uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach.

"And why would that be?" You spoke, a confused and worried tone to you voice unintentionally came out.

"You need a mirror darling." Your older sister Matilda scoffed, only deepening your dread of what you'd find once looking at yourself. Richard and Dominic (your sister's husband), simply muffled their laughter behind her, and had to walk away due to their uncontrollable giggles.

Your older sister handed you her pocket mirror, and once you took a look at your reflection, everyone burst into heaps of laughter. To your embarrassment and annoyance, your teeth and chin were covered in your signature velvety brown lipstick. How convenient.

"Yes you can all laugh it off, very hilarious on my part." You couldn't help let out a small giggle. You were tired of acting perfect for the wedding, and couldn't keep your clumsy persona from slipping out any longer. God you couldn't wait to leave.

At last, The bride's father started to tap the top of his glass with a knife signalling for everyone to take a seat for the wedding lunch. You sat down at the front table as all the immediate family sat either side of you. To your relief, you didn't have to make a speech. That was until the bride nudged you, and you instantly knew that was an order to stand up and 'say a few words' on how amazing she was.

"Hello, yes hi everyone.." You mumbled, scrambling round your purse for the emergency speech you had pre-planned in case you were forced to speak, which you were.

"I'd just like to say a few words.." You cringed at yourself, as did your table of friends sat in the middle of the gazebo.

"Being the maid of honour, I believe that I too should have the privilege of making a speech just like the best man." What an obvious lie.

"Firstly I'd like to thank Gerald (the groom), for actually being able to put up with Lindsay (the bride) for all this time. Remind me how much I had to pay you to marry her?" You joked, earning a laugh from the audience. Thank God that landed.

"No no, only pulling your leg Lindsey." You mentioned so she wouldn't beat you afterwards.

"In all seriousness, I cannot explain my admiration for the two of you. It brings me genuine happiness to see you both on this day, as I know that marrying each other is all you both have dreamed of since meeting each other." The crowd of people all cooed at your kind words.

"The fact that the both you of came together and love each other through all difficulties and experience such a thing for one another is just beautiful, and I.." As you spoke, you came to a huge personal realisation. All your friends and family members were all in relationships or married, and where were you? Already on your third breakup within the last four months. When was it your turn to meet that person? That one person on earth that could fulfil your days with happiness, excitement and comfort. Or perhaps, there wasn't someone like that for you. Suppose that, if one does meet someone like that in one's life, maybe you've already met them? Maybe he passed by months or even years ago, but you being you had broken up with them for one of your absurd reasons. What if you truly never found that one person, that soulmate or even that twin flame that you'd supposedly stay with for the rest of your life? As your mind trailed off, you felt a foot kick you from under the table, and realised you'd been lost in thought for quite some time.

"Ahem, my apologies, where was I. Ah yes, and I can only hope that I find someone like how the two of you found each other. Good luck Gerald and Lindsey, I'm positive that the two of you will be each other's rock and source of happiness for the rest of your lives together." The audience clapped loudly as you forced a laugh and took back your seat. You looked over to your friends who all cheered and threw thumbs up's at you, and you could merely return a short smile as you were still coming down from your epiphany.

As everyone settled down a large clap was still heard, which apparently no one else noticed other than you. You quickly scanned the room to find the source of the remaining clap when you eyes landed on a man sat on the corner table with all the people no one really knew at the wedding. The type of people who when asked how they knew the bride or groom said, 'We worked together for a couple years.'

You looked closer at the mysterious man, and was unexpectedly met with a kind gaze. He was a tall, broody type of guy. His hair lazily slicked back with parts of the fringe falling just perfectly over his forehead. His facial structure was, one might suggest, godly. Or even sculpted looking, maybe. he had slender, dark brown eyes, that looked you up and down with such allure that you became fixated in his stare. Who was this person?

After lunch was finished and the evening grew darker, everybody made their way to the dance floor and drank till' their hearts content. You on the other hand, were left at a table in the far corner, left to indulge in your depressing thoughts.

"Why so blue, 'Ness?" Oliver sat beside you, a glass in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other.

"Oh, nothing. I'm positively fine." You sighed, leaning back in your chair and sending a half-assed smile. Oliver handed you the glass and poured you a generous amount, which you gulped down as soon as he finished distributing. Your friend gave you an apologetic smile before raising himself up from his seat.

"Where are you staying tonight darling?" He asked, to which you thought about for a second before loudly scoffing.

"Well." You started, pouring another glass of wine.

"Richard somehow found us some old pub called 'The Broad Face', just a couple roads down from here." Oliver tilted his head in thought, until he responded;

"How quaint, but might I suggest coming back to my house. The gang and I were planning on playing cards and drinking a little more, and I, of course, have plenty of rooms to spare."

Your face lit up a bit, and you quickly accepted your friend's invitation with a genuine brightness to your tone.

"Thank you Ollie. And, just to refresh my memory, how wealthy are you again?" Oliver laughed softly and set the bottle of wine down on the table.

"Oh I wouldn't say I'm wealthy.." He teased.

"I only own five or six acres of land." He winked and casually walked away. Thanks to him, your mood was lifted slightly, but there was still one thing on your mind.

Who was that man from before?

Throughout the day you each shared stolen glances at each other, yet whenever you even tried to talk to him, something would get in the way.

===flashback===

As you stood by the floral décor next to the gazebo, you eyed the tall man that you had noticed after your speech. The way that he so casually was able to socialise with each person at the wedding was admirable, he was like a butterfly flying from flower to flower.

Suddenly, a low voice interrupted you thoughts. Once you looked up to see where the voice came from, you were met with that same handsome face you were only just thinking about.

"Hey." He smiled, handing you a glass of champagne which you accepted almost too quickly.

"O-oh! Hello there." You spluttered, inconveniently choking on your own spit. The man laughed awkwardly and lightly patted your back as you continued to cough.

"You okay there?" He tittered, handing you his tissue from his suit pocket.

"Ah, yes. Thank you..um.." You gracelessly came down from your cough, red in the face as you unintentionally gestured for his name.

"Taecyeon. My name's Taecyeon." What an interesting name you thought to yourself, and at the same time admiring his deep accent.

"American?" You asked innocently, to which he nodded.

"Yeah I'm from Boston, though I didn't travel all the way from there."

He completely entranced you, and you found yourself lost for words just from his soft spoken tone.

"S-so you live here then?"

"For the time being, yes. I'm currently residing in Westminster, specifically in Soho." His words bubbled in your stomach, and you came to realise how close he lived to you. But before you could get another word out or simply carry on the conversation you were already immersed in, Lindsay's aunt interrupted you both.

"Oh Taecyeon there you are! I'd love to introduce you to my daughter, Elizabeth!" Her words aggravated you, mainly because you had already mentally dibbed the man stood before you.

"Oh, well you see Mrs Brumley, I-" But before he could finish, she had already cut him off with an annoying yell to her daughter.

"Beth, dear! Come meet this charming American fellow!" And before you knew it, she had already linked arms with him and dragged him off to her snob-nosed daughter. Who, as you already knew Elizabeth, has been described by your friend's as 'the sourest, most earnest looking woman in England.

===flashback over===

You let out an exhausted moan as you watched your friends dance the night a way, large drunken smiles plastered on each of their faces. Well, other than Oliver, who was the designated driver as of tonight. As you began to feel relieved that your night was finally coming to an end, a familiar voice broke your isolated silence.

"Hi again." Taecyeon smiled kindly, once again making you swoon.

"Oh, it's you!" You quickly stood up from your chair, slightly dazed and low on iron. The man caught you thankfully as you almost fell over from your rapid ascent, and you found yourself once again, trapped in his gaze. You let go of him and brushed yourself down, clearly attempting to look somewhat presentable, despite the bottle of wine held tightly by your left hand.

"I thought you left a while ago." You spoke up, and you thanked god that he hadn't.

"No no, Mrs Brumley dragged me around for quite some time after we spoke." The two of you laughed softly, reminiscing in your previous encounter.

"But I am taking off now, sorry to cut this short. I did want to say bye to you though, and apologize for earlier." Taecyeon scratched the back of his neck, laughing through the embarrassment.

"Please, it wasn't your fault. Mrs Brumley is quite a character who is admittedly, hard to get rid of once spoken to. And as for her daughter...well.." You stopped yourself before coming off as mean, and were reminded that Taecyeon wasn't one of your friends that you could casually talk shit to.

"Yes well." He started.

"Elizabeth sadly lacks a lot of, well, character I suppose. Let's just say that date Mrs Brumley was trying to fix for us won't be happening." The two of you laughed some more as you tried to ride out the dread that was creeping up on you, the fact that he had to leave.

"Where exactly are you staying at tonight?" He asked, the unknown tension slowly building between the two of you.

"Ah well I'm staying at a friend's house for post-drinks and a couple card games. He's incredibly wealthy you see, plenty of rooms to spare if you know what i mean."

"How pleasant." Taecyeon smiled fondly at you, making butterflies swarm in your stomach like a tornado.

"And you?"

"I'm meant to be staying at some bar, or pub as you would call it. Yeah, just a couple blocks down from here. I can't quite put my finger on the name of it though...the big face? The something face..."

You never would've expected it, but you suddenly regretting Oliver's offer to stay at his.

"The broad face?" You asked solemnly, hoping he would say no and it was just some other face.

"Yes, that's the one! Such an unusual name." He laughed lightly.

"Yes I was meant to be staying there tonight." You blurted out awkwardly, making yourself sound like you were lying to impress him someway or another.

"Shame." He uttered, your heart instantly quickening in pace. A car horn was heard from the courtyard, and The two of you looked over Taecyeon's shoulder to get a clearer view of the now recognisable cab someone had called for.

"I guess that's my ride." He exhaled, still smiling kindly at your flushed face. You held in your displeased sigh and replied with a smil back at him.

"It was a pleasure to meet you.." The man gestured.

"Vanessa." You said softly, gifting him with an impulsive handshake.

"It was a genuine pleasure to meet you, Vanessa."

After a long, tiring day of failed conversations, embarrassing yourself countlessly and receiving unexpected butterflies for some random American guy, you found yourself wedged in the backseat of Oliver's car. Richard and Julie sang loudly, intoxicated from the endless bottles of champagne and adrenaline that ran through the music from the radio whilst you were squashed in between them. Dominic had his head hung low, the odd hiccup leaving his lips very so often whenever he was woken up by everyone's singing. As for Matilda, she was happily smiling in the front seat, her face slightly flushed and her head swaying from side to side.

Ten minutes had gone by, and you felt regret ache through your body. If only you had decided to stay at that pub. Just as the thought of it entered your mind, you realised you were just about to pass the street it was on, and an impulsive idea suddenly shot through your brain.

"Oliver! Pull over please!" You breathed out, a little too enthusiastically.

"Whatever for?" Matilda giggled back, turning her head to face you as did the others.

"I've um, I've decided that maybe I'd like to stay at that pub. Yes I reckon just a quiet night would do me some good thanks." You mumbled as you pushed yourself up from your seat and climbed over your friends. They all replied with moans and whines asking you to stay and that it would be good fun, but you simply gave them a soft smile and waved it off.

"Are you sure you'll be alright Ness'?" Richard enquired, sticking his head out of the window.

"Quite, yes. No need to worry, I'm coming over for brunch tomorrow anyways." Oliver gave you a nod and the car drove away, everyone yelling goodbye's and sticking their hands out.

The pub was a five minute walk away. You exhaled heavily and blushed at the thought of how embarrassing your actions were. What were you thinking? Before you could change your mind, your feet trailed you off towards your destination, and you only hoped that you'd catch Taecyeon in time.

You pushed open the heavy wooden door and made your way across the ground floor before you were stopped by the receptionist's voice behind you.

"Name?" He asked, not looking up from his notebook.

"Vanessa. Vanessa Williams, that is." The man clicked his pen and looked through the bookings list, which your name thankfully was still on. You dragged your feet along the scratchy carpeted floors and made your way to a small seating area that was lit up from the fireplace in the corner. As you walked closer, you noticed a man sat in the large armchair in the centre of the room. And once you got even closer, you finally recognised who exactly it was. You were about to say something until he turned his head and looked up at you.

"Vanessa?" Taecyeon spoke gently, a hopeful tone in his voice.

"I thought you were staying at your friend's house?"

"Ah yes I was, but um, slight change of plans I guess!" You spluttered, laughing awkwardly so he wouldn't realise you didn't go there just to see him.

"Change of plans, how so?" He unexpectedly questioned, a genuine feeling to his question lingered in your heart.

"O-oh, not enough rooms haha.."

"I thought you said he had plenty of rooms to spare?" He interrogated further, a devilish smile creeping on his face.

Just as you were about to blurt out the truth, a horrific sight caught your eye. You suddenly noticed a small, humongous man walk through the front door, and immediately recognised him as one of the bride's creepy uncle's who tried coming onto you at least three times during the day. He trudged around the reception for a couple seconds before you noticed he was making his way towards where you were.

"Fuck, hide me!" you whispered to Taecyeon, who was at first confused until he saw exactly who you were eyeing. He swiftly pulled a blanket over you as you crouched down behind the sofa, and you felt the atmosphere change as soon as the gigantic man reached the living space.

"I say, aren't you the American gentleman from the wedding?" He spat, making Taecyeon take a step back.

"Ah, that would be me. What can I help you with?"

The fat man breathed out a heavy, whiskey smelling breath and started again.

"I'm looking for this girl, Vanessa I believe." He smirked disgustingly.

"What a looker, I've had my eye on that one all day. Saw her come in here just a moment ago."

"And what would you be looking for from her exactly?" You could hear Taecyeon clenching his jaw all the way from behind the sofa. His tone had completely changed from flirtatious to repulsed and agrivated.

"We're both men here, I think you can take a guess at what I'm looking for!" He roared, clutching his overflowing belly with both hands. Taecyeon fake-laughed and turned his head away so the man wouldn't see the sickened face he was pulling.

Just as you saw the man turn around, you decided that what your chance to make an escape and crawl from the living space to the stairs. You quickly sprinted up them and let out a relieved sigh as you got to the top without being seen. You bent down quietly and looked down at the man and Taecyeon conversing until you were able to make out what they were saying.

"Have you seen that fine young woman?" The man bellowed, wedging himself into the armchair Taecyeon was previously sat in.

"No no, she left soon after she arrived, actually." He covered for you. Looking around the room and noticing you weren't there, he assumed you were able to get out without being noticed.

"What a shame, I won't lie I was excited to get a piece of her!" You felt your stomach turn, and could only thank the Lord that he hadn't seen you.

"Well, seeing as it's just us two men, why don't you stay for a drink? I could do with a whiskey right about now."

"Y-yes, I suppose I could.." Taecyeon gritted through his teeth, knowing there was simply no way out of the mess you and him had got yourselves into.

Worry and guilt built in your gut, until you came up with a sly idea. As the receptionist walked up the stairs, presumably to turn in for the night, you pulled him to the side.

"Madam, what on earth-" You cut him off with a silent gesture and pointed down to the two men.

"I need you to tell my tall, handsome husband down there that I'm waiting for him, and that it's time for bed. He must come up immediately." You whispered. You raised your eyebrow and nodded your head towards the fat man and mouthed, 'help me out here.' The receptionist instantly understood your plan, and quickly went back down the stairs towards them.

"Good evening gentlemen." He interrupted the fat man waffling about some nonsense and turned to Taecyeon.

"Sir, I'm here to inform you that you wife has called for you from up stairs. She wishes for you to come up immediately." Taecyeon tilted his face in confusion.

"My wife- Oh! My wife! How stupid of me, of course. Tell her I'll be up shortly." He acted, and the receptionist winked at him before meeting you at the top of the stairs again to indicate that the job was done.

"I do apologize sir, but my wife has her needs. I must bid you a good evening." Taecyeon couldn't help but smile, laughter slowly erupted in his stomach as he lied his way through the conversation.

"No no, do not apologize young man. You have your duties as a husband to take care of. Gosh, women and their needs." Once again annoyance flooded Taecyeon's brain which he had to mask.

"You said it first, it's almost like they think they're important or something!" He said sarcastically, tired by the man's misogynistic comments. You giggled from the upper floor. The act he was playing was hilarious, and the fat man was oblivious to Taecyeon's sarcasm. The two men said their goodnight's and you stood up straight, waiting for him to meet you.

"What a lovely conversation." You joked, Taecyeon rolled his eyes and flipped off the man once he'd turned around. You had to cover your mouth from the laughter, otherwise he'd know you didn't in fact, leave soon after you arrived.

"What a pig." Taecyeon rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

"Sorry I left you to him. I could literally sense your aggravation." You joked, moving yourself closer to him.

"Don't be, there was no way I was letting him get to you. Especially not when I haven't, yet." He uttered, his voice was like music to your ears. You blushed at his comment and the two of you carried on flirting until you got to your room number.

"Um, would you like to come in for a bit? Maybe a drink or two?" You smiled kindly, unknowingly melting Taecyeon's heart.

"I'd love nothing more. Just not whiskey though, I've had another of that just from smelling that man's breath." The two of you giggled as you strolled in.

Taecyeon waltzed around the room, carefully dragging his fingers across the table in the corner. You sat down on a chair facing him, his very stance making you blush.

"What do you want to drink?" You asked, lifting yourself up and walking over to the drinks cabinet.

"Red wine, if there is any." He replied, walking over to you slowly. As you turned around to hand him the glass, you realised your faces very dangerously close.

"H-here.." You spoke shyly, handing it to him along with the bottle.

"Thank you." He grinned, and poured himself and you a tall glass.

You sat back down, and watched him from the back intently. Taecyeon began to take off his jacket, revealing his muscles just from his tight, white shirt.

"Do you mind if I?" He asked, motioning to his tie.

"Go ahead." You blushed, your cheeks turning a hot shade of crimson as he took his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt, showing off parts of his chest.

"In fact, I might take off my shoes if you don't mind. These heels will be the death of me." you tittered, combing your dark hair leaving your shoulders naked.

"Allow me." Taecyeon knelt down in front of you. His hands carefully picked up your bare legs and began to loosen the tie to your shoes, his hands quietly rubbing you calves until they rose up dangerously close to your thighs.

You breathed heavily until he looked up at you, a somewhat flirtatious look grew on his face.

"Tell me, Vanessa." He began, and you hummed in response to his deeply spoken voice.

"Why did you invite me in just now?" He stood up in front of you, towering over your small frame that sat cross legged in the chair.

Your heart rate increased rapidly. His hands moved to the arms of your chair, leaving little space between the two of your faces.

"W-well...I.." You murmured, and your hands travelled by themselves to meet his. Taecyeon hummed, the smirk on his face building more and more. He, once again, knelt down in front of you yet closer this time. His hands had made their way to rest on your thighs, heatening your core as he did so.

"Go on, use your words." He slowly inched his face closer to yours, almost breaking the small gap.

"I-I just wanted to get to know you better, Taecyeon.." You lied. You could feel Taecyeon's hot breath hit your chest, and you were getting wetter by the minute.

"Oh really?" He snickered, leaning over you. His index finger reaching your chin and lifting it upwards to face him.

"Maybe you will.." Before you could think, he had broken the gap between the two of you and gently kissed your lips. His hands travel underneath your dress, feeling his way along you legs and tracing his fingers around your thighs.

You moaned into the kiss as Taecyeon picked you up bridal-style and sat you on his lap while he sat on the bed. Your lips never leaving his. His large hands held onto your back, and began to unzip your dress carefully. As he did so, he slipped his tongue into the kiss, and after a useless battle for dominance, he was victorious.

The kiss began to get sloppy once you both started to get more needy, you combing his hair and him feeling your curves through the silk fabric. With one swift move, your back was now pressed onto the bed, and Taecyeon's fingers continued to travel up your thigh until he reached your core. As he drew circles over your panties, helpless whines and moans escaped you mouth which only built his drive.

He pulled away from the kiss and began to cover your neck with teasing kisses, sucking lightly on your sweet spot whilst leaving dark purple bruises. His tongue trailed along your skin, tracing your collarbone making you squirm from the overstimulation.

"T-Taec.." You whined. This only pushed him further, slipping a single finger underneath your panties and pulled them down your legs.

You propped yourself up slightly and he pulled your dress over your head leaving you bare and vulnerable in front of him. You automatically pulled him in by the collar and began another heated kiss, your lips as hot as lava against each other. You started to unbutton his shirt, and once he was fully revealed, all you could do was stare in awe at the Greek god-like body before you. His muscles so incredibly defined one could cut themselves against them.

"You like what you see?" Taecyeon whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You both lied back down onto the sheets and once again, were all over each other. Your fist was full of his silky black hair and his hands squeezed so tightly onto your waist. He began to kiss gently along your neck again, but went lower this time. Anticipation filled up your stomach, and your core was becoming drenched as he neared closer to it. Taecyeon teased you a little first, sweeping his fingers across your folds which earned him countless moans from your part. It was until your grip on his hair became tighter that he finally slipped a digit into your hole, causing your back to arch immediately. He grunted at your reaction, and started to move his fingers in and out of you, eventually adding a second one. As he did so, his thumb was rubbing your clit, and you were quickly beginning to see the stars until he came to an abrupt halt.

"Do you think I'm gonna let you come this way princess? No way." He smirked. Suddenly, his hand wrapped around you and flipped you onto your front. With his free hand, he kept your back arched by holding you up by your lower stomach. Everything was on display for him to feast his eyes upon. You shoved your face into the pillow, mainly out of embarrassment, but also to muffle your soon-to-be moans.

Taecyeon slapped your ass hard and leaned down to drag his tongue along you spine, which earned lewd reactions from you.

"P-please.." You stuttered, barely being able to speak from the stimulation you were feeling.

"Please? Please what? What do you want from me?" He demanded not-so innocently. You heard a zip noise from behind you, and couldn't take anymore of your burning heat being unsatisfied.

"Please Taec..just fuck me.." You whimpered underneath him, which was responded by a devilish laugh.

"All you had to do was ask, beautiful."

With that, Taecyeon appointed himself into your entrance before thrusting into you with great vigour. You jolted forwards, and instantly felt all your un-satisfaction melt away by released yearning. The two of you eventually found your rhythm, and he began to bounce you to and froe off his dick. Your brain was turning to mush, and with your mouth left ajar loud whines and moans escaped from you. Taecyeon grunted heavily, his grip on your ass tightening quickly.

Without noticing, he had once again flipped you both round, you now straddling him with his dick still deep inside of you. You automatically started to bounce up and down, both your pre-cum leaking onto each other, and being used as the perfect lubricant. Just as you thought it couldn't feel any better, Taecyeon used his thumb to circle rapidly round your clit, which, of course, quickened your pace.

The two of you threw your heads back in unimaginable pleasure, and eventually your mind started to go blank.

"I-I..I think I'm gonna.." You exhaled, pushing your head into Taecyeon's neck.

"Do it princess. Come for me." His thumb movement started to become sloppy, and both your movements became careless and messy. Taecyeon thrusted twice more. His huge length digging deep into your core until you felt him and yourself come undone.

You breathed hot, heavy breaths against each others bare skin. His hair was sticking to the sweat from his forehead, and as was yours to your back. You flipped onto your back and caught eyes with him. You both laughed endearingly, completely and utterly exhausted.

"Vanessa.." Taecyeon pulled you in close to him, with his other hand tugging the thin bed sheet over the two of you.

Your heads wrapped around his neck, and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing you forehead gently.

"I want to see you again, beautiful." He whispered, his voice music to your ears. You rested your head against his chest as you both once again laughed in unison.

"As do I, Taec."

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