#Taehoon seong

[robo-nonagon]

�� one crazy mother██er ✖

can't wait for his anime debut 🙏

[rikosseen]

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Firsts

Anon ask | ft. Hansu Seong

Hansu watches Taehoon with mistrust. The middle schooler’s hiding something, and Hansu wants in on whatever it is. Because why is he in such a happy mood? How come he’s less reluctant to go to school? His manners are improving substantially as well, and he doesn’t get into much trouble. What on Earth is causing this series of miracles to occur? Hansu must know.

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When you show up unannounced to the dojo, however, everything finally clicks into place. Taehoon is forced to introduce you to his old man, and he does so reluctantly, feeling shy and unnecessarily frustrated. You tease him for this, and the boy blushes a furious shade of red. Hansu joins in, and the two of you bully Taehoon for his embarrassment. Poor kid hides behind you and clutches your shoulders so that his dad doesn’t see his face.

Hansu’s heart beams with happiness and pride. Underneath his stoic and polite exterior, the man is internally crying from joy. He wants to jump up and down like a little girl.

A miracle, he thinks, looking at you with star eyes. An angel.

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Oftentimes when you’re not busy, you visit Taehoon at the dojo. The boy is absolutely enamoured by you, and being the cocky bastard that he is, tries his best to show off whenever he can. Hansu is there too. So when he sees his son monkeying around for no apparent reason other than to gain a single compliment from you, he wants to cringe and kick Taehoon himself. To refrain from acts of abuse in front of you, Hansu leaves to finish off his other duties whenever you come around. It was convenient for both parties.

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You throw a water bottle at Taehoon, and he catches it effortlessly. The boy walks to you and rests his head on your lap, snuggling as close as he can.

“Ewww! Get off! You stink.”

Taehoon Seong has no sense of personal space. He refuses to acknowledge it when you complain, wrapping long arms around you and smearing his sweat on your face.

This bastard.

When you can’t seem to wriggle away from him, you just look down at his face. Taehoon looks up to make eye contact with you, and before he can snap a snarky remark, you place your lips on his. The boy loosens his grip instantly and widens his eyes.

He’s never kissed before. What does he do? Stick his tongue out? Bare his teeth and assert dominance?

Help. Help. Before he responds, you pull away and smile smugly at him.

He scowls at you while covering his hot ears.

As he does so, a broom drops on the mat and Hansu Seong is standing in front of the dojo’s entrance with tears streaking down his face.

No. NO! Too young! he wants to scream.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Yoo Hobin Company

G/N. Taehoon is enlisting. Soft and sweet. Masterlists

Taehoon was the one who tried to break it off. Tried.

Considered it a kindness, whatever measly amount his cold cold heart could muster up.

He wanted to play it cool, like it wouldn't work out. Had run its course and naturally reached an amicable end.

(None of that was true.

However, there was nothing more heartbreaking than thinking of you waiting day after day for him as he serves in the military. Waiting for messages and calls and letters until he finally has some time off and can spend it with you.

It's a waste of your time.

Nevermind that it's completely hypocritical because he would absolutely wait until the end of the earth for you.)

You arched an incredulous eyebrow listening to his nonsense. Then, in one fell swoop, rejected the breakup. 

"No."

Taehoon eyes widened at your refusal. He never thought breakups needed to be mutual or that you could decline it. But he knew that you saw through his motives. In hindsight, he didn't know why he bothered; you could always read him like an open book.

A smirk spreads, replaces the shock on his face.

"Dumbass," he says.

"You're the dumb one," you snipe back without heat, pulling him down by the collar and capturing his lips with yours.

.

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In all honesty, you expected an adjustment period after Taehoon enlisted. A bit of loneliness. Some hours spent twiddling your thumbs until you found your feet again.

After all, you two were joined at the hip. He's your best friend.

What you didn't expect was that you were busier than ever. Not that you were particularly close to the Yoo Hobin company before, but there now seems to be a revolving door of members constantly by your side.

(And you really hate to admit this because Hobin is so sweet, but Taehoon is right. Something about Hobin’s face is sometimes, occasionally… really punchable.)

What you didn't know was, during the last company meeting before Taehoon had to leave-

He glared at them all, one by one. Growled and ordered them to take care of you or else.

Issue is - any sort of intimidation was offset by the pink flush on his cheeks as everyone saw through his prickliness and physically melted at him being such an attentive boyfriend.

First, the breakup didn't work and now neither do his threats. Taehoon is losing his touch.

"Stop that," he snaps when they all stare at him with soppy expressions.

Gyeoul tuts, rolls her eyes and tells him, "You're embarrassing."

Taehoon's leg twitches and he wonders if he stretched out now for a roundhouse kick, if it would hit them all in the face. Men, women, children alike.

His ire is eventually appeased when Yeonwoo, like butter wouldn't melt and earnest as ever, offers- promises that the company will take care of you.

The others agree, although there was never any doubt they would. Eager and already planning to involve you in all manner of things.

Finally reassured, a weight is lifted from Taehoon's shoulders.

[locomoqo]

Since there's only 1 taehoon fic on your blog..

how about taehoon fucking us while wearing the dobok😧??

(LOVE YOUR WRITES I HOPE THERE'S MORE VIRAL HIT FICS COMING SOON💥💥)

fantasize

— taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW CONTENT, fem bodied reader, fingering, p in v, protected sex, clothed sex (?)

A/N: i swear im going to post more viral hit fics soon trust

Something about seeing him in his dobok, especially when he's training, has you completely transfixed. The way the fabric fits just right, the focus in his eyes, the tension in his arms as he practices his forms—it's enough to make you lose your train of thought entirely.

And he's caught you admiring him in his uniform on more than one occasion.

The first time—you didn't even realize you were staring that hard. Snapped out of your daze by Taehoon’s voice, you blink as he crosses his arms, a skeptical eyebrow raised. “You even listening?” he scoffs, his expression showing that typical impatience.

“Uh… yes, I'm listening,” you quickly insist, dragging your gaze upward to actually meet his eyes. But you know you're not fooling him.

“What was I saying then?”

“Um… this and that?”

“Knew it. You weren't listening to a single thing I was saying.” He’s clearly annoyed, but you’re too flustered to even defend yourself. Well, how could you be expected to concentrate when he looks that good?

Still, Taehoon isn’t one to let you off easy. He frowns, more annoyed that your attention isn't where he wants it to be. After all, you’re supposed to be here learning taekwondo (like you asked to), doing your stretches properly, not zoning out. Without warning, his hand presses gently on your back, encouraging you to bend deeper into a stretch. “Focus,” he chides, irritation in his voice, and you let out a surprised squeal.

“Wait, wait!” you protest, but he only rolls his eyes. “If you spent less time gawking and more time practicing, you’d be way better at this by now,” he mutters, and you can’t even deny it.

But you keep sneaking glances at him. Even when you're trying to behave, it's impossible not to notice the way he moves or the serious expression on his face when he's in training mode. He’s used to you looking at him with that soft, adoring expression, but there’s something about the way you look at him during these moments that’s different.

He eventually puts two and two together.

One afternoon, while you’re both tangled up in each other during a heated make-out session that’s on the brink of something more, he pauses to take off his uniform. You grab his wrist and, breathless, say, “No, it's fine… keep it on.”

Taehoon stills, realization dawning in his eyes. The way he glares down at you, almost incredulous, makes your face heat up. “Oh,” he says, his voice low and laced with newfound amusement. “So that’s why you keep staring at me like that.”

You squirm under his knowing gaze, the embarrassment hitting you hard. He smirks, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in that rare, playful way. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, but there's a hint of satisfaction there too. He finally understands why you’ve been so distracted—and he’s definitely going to use it to his advantage.

“You just like seeing me wearing this,” he scoffs, pulling you back into a kiss. Your fingers trail down his toned front, curling around the waistband of his pants. He pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands holding you firmly in place.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you tilt your head to give him more space. One of his hands moves from your thigh to your waist, trailing teasingly along your clothed cunt. “Makes me wonder just how wet you get seeing me like this,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Don’t rub it in,” you mumble, your voice laced with embarrassment.

“Nah, this is all on you,” he chuckles, sliding those slender fingers past your defenses. You gasp at the sensation, leaning toward him while clutching the sturdy fabric of his uniform. His fingers slide in and out slowly, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watches your struggle for more. “Quit teasing…” you whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re demandin’ a lot from me today, huh?” he taunts, fingers stilling momentarily. “First, you get all handsy with me.”

He withdraws his touch, swiftly pinning you down onto the bed. “Then, you ask me to fuck you in my dobok,” he accuses, voice teasing yet full of intent. His fingers find you again, sliding inside as he pins your wrists above your head. His middle and ring fingers curl perfectly into your gummy walls, making your legs reflexively try to close around him. But he’s already prepared for that, using his knee to keep you open.

“And now, you think you can tell me what to do?” His eyes narrow with a slightly sadistic smile.  Oh, that’s how you know he’s going to be mean with your body this time around.

Moving his fingers ruthlessly that in no time you can hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy. “‘m sorry! ah! Tae—‘m s-sorry!” you whine and moan as his fingers work you over, his palm grinding against your clit that has your hips twitch uncontrollably. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to make you cum on his fingers just like that, leaving you breathless.

“I���ll give you what you want, then,” he mutters, reaching into your side drawer. He knows exactly where to find what he’s looking for—this isn’t your first time together, after all. He tears open the condom wrapper, pulling down his pants just enough to free himself before sliding the rubber on. He doesn’t even need lube; your wetness mixed with your juices makes it effortless for him to push into you, drawing a moan from your lips. Your nails dig into the skin of his hand still pinning your wrists down.

You can’t help but admire just how good he looks like this. The way his dobok hangs loosely over his frame, the slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a moment to adjust. Of course, he catches your gaze and smirks. “You’ve got a reaaal bad staring problem,” he mutters, his eyes shifting back to where he’s buried inside you. He starts moving at a pace that isn’t slow but not fast either, but knowing him, it’ll only get faster later on anyway.

He knows exactly how to hit all the right spots, what makes you whimper and clench around him. How to make you come apart so easily, like it’s second nature to him. The sensation pulls a breathy moan from your lips, and his grip on your wrists tightens slightly.

“You like that?” he asks, voice low and gravelly, though it’s less of a question and more of a tease. He smirks when your only response is a strangled moan, your back arching involuntarily.

His free hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your skin to hold you still as he increases his pace. The heady tempo makes it hard to think, his dobok brushes against your exposed skin with every thrust, the fabric a tantalizing reminder of why this was happening. It isn’t long until you’re both chasing that sweet release, a mix of grunts and moans.

Once you do, you both stay like that for a moment. After a minute or two, he leans down into your ear. “Should I start training in my tank top and some sweats next time, so you don’t get distracted?” he murmurs, a hint of a chuckle breaking through.

[amphitriteswife]

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[mintpurrfect]

Hi, I really like your work, If possible could you please write a one shot with Taehoon from biral hit and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

⩇:⩇⩇ — kiss it better

⤿synopsys﹕ seong taehoon is the type of person who most people classify as "cool". so it was rather unexpected yet somewhat hilarious to find out from his father that he used to be such a clumsy and dumb kid. which he still is.

⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader

⤿genre﹕ fluff

⤿warnings﹕ it's mostly just cursing and probably my bad grammar and spellings, but other than that, there's none. not proofread.

⤿note﹕ it's been awhile! I recently just saw this (cuz tumblr didn't give me a notification once again) so I rushed through this since I've got a small burst of inspiration lmao. There's also another anon who asked for a Taehoon fic so, here you go! I hope you guys enjoy this<3

Taehoon was an asshole.

That is what you're currently thinking as you sit down crossed-legged on the floor of the dojang as you stare up at Taehoon who was standing before you.

“You're such an ass!” you exclaimed loudly, glaring at him as you gently rub your forehead.

He grabbed a water bottle and took a sip, completely ignoring your whole existence. This, of course, made you even more annoyed.

How dare he flick you on the forehead really hard and act as if nothing happened? He's absolutely heartless!

“That hurt, you jerk!” once again, you expressed how you were currently feeling, grumbling under your breath about how much of an annoying and mean bastard he was.

As you continued to sulk while still sitting on the floor with a frown on your face, Taehoon's gaze wandered over you, lingering for a few seconds before a soft sigh left his lips.

“Damn it... Let me see.” he mumbled before crouching in front of you, reaching forward and carefully lifting your chin up.

He checked your forehead and saw that it was slightly red, making him realise that he might have used too much strength than intended.

You watch him while remaining silent, noticing how his lips were formed into a thin line and how his eyes narrowed as he observed the red mark on your forehead.

He honestly looks like he's ready to murder someone with how scary and tense his face was. You wonder what other people would think if they saw the two of you in this position. Maybe they would assume that he was threatening you to give him your money or something similar.

As your mind wanders away in your own little world, you failed to register that Taehoon had inched closer, his face nearing yours before his lips made contact with your skin.

It took you a moment to process what was happening, still trying to make sense that Taehoon's lips are on your forehead, softly kissing it.

You blinked a few times in utter confusion and surprise when he pulled away and made eye contact with you. He brought his hand up from your chin towards the side of your face, cupping your cheek as he stared into your eyes.

“There, do you feel better now?” He asks in a casual tone, his face stoic yet the tinge of pink on his cheeks and ears didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided not to comment on it.

You smiled teasingly, shaking your head, “Nope, it still hurts. Maybe you should kiss me here instead.” you said, pointing towards your lips and puckering it up for extra effect.

Taehoon grumbled, rolling his eyes and averting his gaze for a moment before letting out a deep breath and looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“You little sh... Ugh, fine, but you better stop whining after this and get back to practise, okay?”

“Alright!”

And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss.

You smiled and closed your eyes before kissing him back, enjoying the sweet kiss the two of you shared. His lips were soft against yours and the way he was caressing your skin, drawing small circles on your cheek with his thumb while he kisses you in the most gentle way made your heart flutter.

Lost in the moment, the both of you failed to notice someone opening the door, “Taehoon, could you help me with moving these boxes inside–”

A thud can be heard along with a rather loud gasp, making the two of you pull away from each other and turn towards the source of the noise.

There stood, a wide-eyed Seong Hanseo, who was dramatically covering his mouth with a hand and the box he had was dropped by his feet.

There was an awkward silence that enveloped the dojang for what felt like an eternity, when suddenly, the middle-aged man's face became serious.

You and Taehoon tensed up, preparing yourselves for a scolding to come from the old man. Although, a few moments ticked by and it didn't come. Instead, what greeted the two of you was a father who looked like he was about to cry.

“Ah... You're really grown now... I can still remember the days when I was still changing your diapers like it was yesterday.” Hanseo said, looking towards the large glass window with a reminiscent expression on his face.

“I remember when you were very little, you cried when you accidentally stepped on a dog's poo–”

“Dad, shut up!” Taehoon shouted standing up from his crouched position, glaring daggers at his old man with his face completely red as a riped strawberry.

“Oh, and there was also this time when you fell and slipped down face first when you tried running down the playground slide–”

The day ended with you learning about a bunch of blackmail materials childhood stories of Taehoon. He, unfortunately for him, also had to sit and listen as his father embarrassed him in front of you.

He just knows that you will tease him endlessly about all the things his father was telling you about.

[ydotome]

Taehoon Seong "Master Seong, Spin Genius, Reo Shinjou" (성태훈 / 新庄 玲央) - Kenka Dokugaku - Episode 6

[moonbyulsstuff]

Hi!! I've read all your work with seong taehoon and if you still write for him I want to ask you could you please write a one shot with Taehoon and his s/o where his father caught them kissing and what his reaction would be, how he will behave, if not then everything is fine

Dad!

GN Reader

Requested.

Request Rules

Masterlist

It was awkward to say the least.

The two were watching a movie in Taehun house and it was awkward between the two, eyes glued to the TV but occasional glances thrown at each other but too timid to say anything first.

Taehun was leaned back against the couch, arm across the back and [Name] holding a pillow close to them. Taehun glanced at his partner, he took a deep breath before scooting closer to them. [Name] noticed the gesture but didn't say anything as they felt Taehun body close to them.

It was quiet as the sound of the movie was the only sound in the living room, a cough caught [Name] attention as they looked at Taehun.

"A-Are you enjoying th-the movie?" Taehun asked, with stutter between his sentences. [Name] could see the light blush on his pale cheeks, they nodded. "Yeah.. it's good..." [Name] said as Taehun nodded.

"Wh-What about you?" "Yeah... I'm enjoying it too..."

He said as he then looked at his partner, shit. They were adorable, Taehun subtle bit his lip. [Name] looked so cute in his eyes, he just moved without thinking, leaned down and placed his lips on theirs.

[Name] eyes widened when they felt Taehun's lip on theirs, but they eventually gave in and kissed him back. He placed his hand on the back of their head, pulling them closer.

They were so engrossed with each other, kissing each other that they didn't notice the door opening and Taehun dad, Hansu entering.

"Taehun?" Both of their eyes widened open when they heard Hansu's voice, they pulled away as [Name] face flushed red when they saw their boyfriend's dad in front of the door. Taehun looked embarrassed seeing his dad and the fact he just witnessed them kissing.

"D-Dad? I-" "I got off early.... ummm... so..." Hansu said looking at [Name] who's face was beet red. "So... you're Taehun's partner... [Name], correct?" Hansu asked as they nodded. "Y-Yes.. nice to meet yo-you sir..." They nervously said, they were embarassed that he just witnessed them kissing.

It was quiet for awhile before Hansu spoke up.

"I-I'll go to Mr. Kim house... uhh... you better not be irresponsible Taeuhn.."

Hansu said and went out before Taehun screamed, saying it wasn't that while [Name] could die out of embarrassment.

[gojocp]

Hi, I read that you write for HTF and if possible, could you write nsfw one shot (or headcanons) about seong taehoon x reader, about their first time, how he will behave and how everything will go, if you can't do it, thats okay

first time w/ taehoon

wc: 495 featuring: taehoon seong

a/n: hey hey!! sorry this took so long.. i was debating whether or not to write this req cuz i haven't written smut/nsfw before but i decided i'll do it anyway (writing this made me kinda shy). pls bear with me, if this is trash im really sorry. hope you enjoy!

when i think of first time sex with taehoon, i think he’d be pretty sweet, taking it slow and all

honestly, he’s really attractive, so everything about him is (including that)

he’s prob pretty big

here is how i think it’d play out:

The room is dark as you feel your back hit the mattress of your shared bed, Taehoon hovering on top of you. He leans closer and presses his lips against yours hungrily, his tongue molding against yours. He pulls away as you begin to tug at his sweatpants,

“Are you sure?”

You nod eagerly, stripping out of your own clothes. You pull him in for another kiss and he crawls on top of you again. He removes his clothing and starts placing open-mouthed kisses along your neck, finding a spot and sucking on it. You let out a gasp as his thumb rubs along your nipples, stiff from the cold.

He trails kisses down to your collarbone, moving further to your breasts. He lets out a breath of air right above your other breast, his lips mere centimeters away from your nipples.

“(y/n)… are you really sure?” he asks again, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yes..”

That’s all it takes for Taehoon to trap your nipple in his mouth, he sucks on it as one hand slides lower and lower, resting on the inside of your thigh. You let out a soft moan, calling out his name. He switches to the other side, sucking.

After a bit, he pulls away and instructs you to lift your hips, sliding a pillow underneath. He slides on a condom and pushes your legs apart, aligning himself with you. Slowly, he pushes past your folds and buries himself in you. He lets out a groan as he feels you clench around him. He hovers over you, kissing you as he gives you time to adjust to the added stretch of his cock.

Your arms wrap around him as you give him the okay to move. He slides out and slams back in, his tip hitting the sensitive spot deep inside of you. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement and scratch his back, causing him to pause his movements.

“shit.. Sorry.” He lets out a breath and starts moving again.

He moves slower this time, slowly moving in and out of you.

“F-faster…” you moan out, running your fingers through the hairs at his nape.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” Nonetheless, he complies and moves faster pulling out and slamming back in again. His thrusts are more aggressive as he ruts into you.

Your thighs tremble as you reach your high, “Taehoon… I’m gonna-..”

He pulls you into another kiss. You moan against his lips and cum, clenching around him. He continues to thrust into you, reaching his own high.

Panting, he slowly pulls out and removes his condom, tossing it out. He cleans you both up and you fall asleep cuddled close to him.

[lookismfanfics]

You guys already know what it is~ Lookism Actor AU (part 6!)

Ft. Taehoon

[phsmloves]

Taehoon: Go fuck yourself. Y/N: Fuck me yourself, coward.

[thetreegeo456]

The world if Taehoon x Yeonwoo was a more popular ship in the vhit fandom.

[rikosseen]

Taehoon Seong x Reader: Breast implants

Anon request

Taehoon is a pretty boy. That, everyone knows. Perfect physique, perfect face, perfect lashes, perfect everything. God, his eyelashes are long. How is this fair? Who’s he even fluttering those lashes for? Eyelash serums don’t even help to grow your lashes. Letting out a heavy breath through your nose, you continue to watch Taehoon snoring soundly. What a cutie patootie. What a majestic king.

MY majestic king.

Just as you were about to plant a kiss on his cheek, Hobin walks into the living room with a yawn. The two of you lock eyes for a moment.

“How sound asleep is he?”

You quirk your eyebrow at him before looking over at Taehoon, and put up all ten of your fingers. Confused, you give Hobin a questioning look until he points to a storage cabinet.

Oh.

Simultaneously, the two of you rub your hands together like little flies before dashing off to find some props.

.

.

Taehoon Seong, test subject number 1, is currently strapped onto the Sofa with what appears to be sewing thread. Subject is breathing, and looks… adequate. Hobin is trying his hardest to hold in a snort as you insert Taehoon’s breast implants in his shirt. After you’re done, you back off a bit to check how your work went. Hmm. A little lopsided, but, titties are sisters, not twins. You and Hobin exchange a look of approval and thumbs up before continuing on with Taehoon’s makeover. How he still wasn’t awake, you didn’t know. But, it’s essential to utilise the time given by the universe to do good in the world. Hobin hands you a few random pieces of ribbon to use for pigtails but quickly drops them when Taehoon stirs in his sleep. The two of you suck in your breath, trying to be completely silent. Taehoon’s eyebrows knit together before he slowly blinks into consciousness. Both you and Hobin scramble to his feet, massaging it and praising his perfectly shaped toes. Hobin even kisses them, and you can’t help but snicker at this. You back away from massaging it for a second. Does Taehoon wash them? Pheeoww.

“What the fuck-?” Taehun looks down, and one out of the two of his breast implants pop.

“What the FUCK?!” Oh he’s angry.

Like a raging animal, the love of your life breaks free from his chains (thread), and sets his target on your subordinate. You scamper away from Taehun as he grabs your partner in crime by the hair. Take one for the team, Hobin. Poor guy gets slapped and kicked, but you can’t help chortling like a donkey when all your attention is on Taehoon’s remaining boob. It jiggles and bounces around with his movements, and you consider becoming a plastic surgeon from your amazing work. Taehoon obviously notices this because you don’t stop laughing, and quickly pops the balloon tit, furiously storming toward you. You try to get up, but to no avail. Stomach hurts too much, and stamina is all gone.

“My pretty boy-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Taehoon picks you up, throws you on the Sofa, and starts tickling you.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Sleepover

Requested. G/N. Fluff.

Technically the first sleepover wasn't a sleepover, if only because there was very little sleeping done. Heh.

Neither was the second or third.

The fourth, tonight, however very much was.

At least for you. Snoring quietly away, peaceful in the land of slumber.

Taehoon wonders if it would be mean to nudge you awake. The cruel side of him wonders if a gentle kick aimed your way would be well deserved.

Because while you are sleeping soundly, sleep evades Taehoon again. And not in the fun way like the previous times.

If he realised what your sleeping habits actually are like, he would have reconsidered this.

Hours ago, when it was still dark and the sun wasn't starting to peek over the horizon, you shuffled and moved around, mattress bouncing with each movement and Taehoon bouncing too. Until you were cuddled up to him. Timing it perfectly just as he was starting to doze off.

Taehoon sleeps warm, ok. Cuddling is fine, but cuddling through the night is off limits.

He tolerated it for about a minute, which he thinks is already too generous, and moved you off him without disturbance.

You kindly responded by elbowing him in the ribs as you turned over. Completely oblivious, still snoring your stupid little head off and Taehoon briefly thinks that he should throw an elbow your way too.

No, no.

He swallows down his frustration. Gives you a glare in the darkness that you can neither see nor feel but it makes him feel better and tries to drift off again.

Almost fast asleep and then you start muttering.

Fuck. It's annoying but nothing a pillow over your head, he means over his head, covering his own ears obviously, can't solve.

He does just that except-

You scream. Short and shrill, caused by some hellish nightmare (or maybe this entire episode is Taehoon's nightmare) and his eyes snap open.

He's just about to shake you, check if you're ok, maybe just be spiteful and give you a taste of your own medicine but he hears you mumbling again and fuck. fuck. FUCK.

You're still fast asleep.

He doubts you have woken up at any point in the night and it's now 4am. Even the goddamn birds are singing and more than anything in the world, he wishes birds, especially those outside his window, do not exist.

(He could also wish that you weren't here so he could go to sleep, but he thinks that's a step too far.)

Resigned to his fate, to the bags under his eyes, to a day of sluggishness; he has one more failed attempt before he gets up. Decides to be productive, start the day with some stretches, and some Taekwondo movements.

Taehoon throws you another dirty look. Sees you dozing so sweetly he can't help but forgive you for his sleepless night and sneak a kiss to your forehead.

You stir. Gaze at him groggily, "You woke me up," you accuse.

You think his reaction, his growl and the "What the fuck!" as he storms off is a complete overreaction.

[locomoqo]

first time for everything

— taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, protected, its reader's first time!

A/N: WAHHH HI TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS (I lost ur rq while editing im so sorry TT) i hope i did ur request right!!! kinda went overboard with this (wc 2.1k lolol) also one down on my list yippee!!

Taehoon isn't known for being expressive. Stoic and cold, he's got the looks and the body, but ask any girl he’s dated before, and they'll tell you he was distant, maybe even an ass. But ever since meeting Hobin and the rest of the group, he’s started to change, little by little. He still keeps up that tough exterior around others, but when he's with you? That facade crumbles, piece by piece, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He still remembers the first time he met you, and to be honest, he didn’t care much for you back then. But over time, he began searching for your presence in every room he walked into, his hands instinctively seeking yours whenever you were near.

He’s realized something important: he could exist without you, sure, but living without you? That’s something entirely different.

So, he’s been trying—trying to be romantic, to show his affection, just like tonight. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. You and Taehoon had planned a simple night out: dinner, followed by a quiet stroll through the city. The weather was fine when you left, the sky clear, and neither of you bothered checking the forecast.

But, of course, halfway through your walk, the sky darkened ominously. The first raindrop hit Taehoon’s cheek, and before you could even register what was happening, it was pouring. The kind of downpour where even an umbrella wouldn’t have been much help—not that you had one.

His hand found yours as the rain came down in sheets, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes almost immediately. “C’mon, we’ve got to find shelter.” he said as he put his jacket over your head. You both broke into a sprint, your shoes sloshing in the growing puddles, water splattering up your legs as you ran.

After a few minutes of dashing through the rain-soaked streets, you found temporary cover beneath the awning of a small convenience store. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering occasionally as if protesting the weather.

“I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon,” Taehoon muttered, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check the weather. It was almost as if he had been cursed today because, to his surprise, his phone was dead. You shivered, your wet clothes clinging to your skin like a second, uncomfortable layer.

“So… now what?” you ask, trying to sound optimistic, but even you could hear the weariness in your voice. He scanned the street, brows furrowed. Most places were either closed or looked far too expensive for a short stay. But then his gaze caught something in the distance—a neon pink sign glowing faintly through the mist of rain.

A love hotel.

His gaze drifts over to you, observing your tired and freezing state. His gaze drifts back to the hotel, it’s embarrassing, but you’re both soaked, cold, and honestly exhausted. “...I have an idea.” He hesitantly suggests the idea of staying at the love hotel for the night. You followed his gaze, spotting the hotel’s unmistakable pink glow.

A sigh escaped your lips, half-amused and half-resigned. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d ever imagined staying in, especially not under these circumstances, but you were soaked to the bone, and the idea of a warm, dry room was becoming more appealing by the second.

“Sure I guess we don’t have much of a choice,” you say with a nod, your voice tinged with humor despite the absurdity of it all. With a shrug and a mutual understanding, the two of you dash through the rain once more, making your way towards the hotel entrance.

The lobby was clean but unmistakably catered to a certain type of clientele. Soft, suggestive lighting bathed the room in a warm glow. The hotel clerk barely looked up as you approached, not fazed in the slightest by the soggy couple in front of her. Clearly, she’d seen it all before.

You can’t help but laugh a little at the situation as she handed the keycard to him. “Never thought our first stay at a love hotel would be like this,” you joke, nudging Taehoon with your shoulder. He only grumbles and nudges you back, pocketing the keycard before walking off to go to your room.

“Well… this is cozy,” you said with a small laugh, trying to break the tension. You grabbed one of the complimentary robes from the closet, grateful for something dry to wear. Taehoon did the same, tossing his soaking wet jacket over the back of a chair.

The robe was soft against your skin, warming you almost instantly. You both slipped into the large bed, the thick blankets swallowing you up in their warmth. Despite the slightly awkward circumstances, the room itself was comfortable, and you found yourself relaxing into the plush pillows. The rain outside continued its relentless rhythm, drumming softly against the windows. It was oddly soothing now that you were out of it, tucked away in a cozy room with nothing to do but rest (or at least that’s what you thought).

Taehoon watched you for a moment before he reached out, his hand finding yours under the blankets. He didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The sudden contact has you turning your head to him, “What?” You ask with a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “Nothing.” He says, “You just look pretty in this lighting.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. You giggle at his words, “Is this really the Taehoon Seong I know?” You joke, shuffling under the sheets to get closer to him. 

The space between you narrows, your eyes flickering briefly to his lips. That subtle movement prompts his hand to slide to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. It was meant to be soft, sweet—just a gentle press of lips. But when his leg accidentally grazes against your core, drawing a soft moan from you, he instinctively rolls you onto your back, hovering over you. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense than either of you intended.

He nudges his knee against your heat again, and the needy whine that escapes your lips spurs him on. Your hand guides him to your breast, slipping it beneath the fabric of your robe. His thumb circles the sensitive peak, the kiss growing even deeper, as if testing the limits. Your hands tremble slightly before finding their place on his chest, pressing gently against the warmth of his skin. The lingering kiss stirs something between you, a tension that had been building all night.

You’ve been here before—kissing, touching, letting your hands roam—but tonight feels different. There's an urgency in the way he touches you, a hunger that hasn't surfaced before. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a heated path in their wake. The soft sigh that escapes your mouth only encourages him further, as your body arches into his touch.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice thick with desire but still filled with care.

You nod, breath catching in your throat as his hand slides your robe open, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast. Meeting his gaze, you see the mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes, and it sends your heart racing.

“Taehoon…” you whisper, and he hums in response. “You know how we’ve never actually...done it before?” you ask, your voice hesitant. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What if we changed that? Tonight?”

His brow furrows slightly, processing your words. “Are you...sure?”

“Yes.” You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his arms, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers. With that, the atmosphere shifts. The kiss becomes hungrier, more insistent, your bodies pressing together as the heat between you both rises. His hands explore your body with newfound confidence, pulling you closer until there’s hardly any space left between you. Anticipation builds, making your pulse race.

A mix of excitement and nervousness washes over you, but it’s overpowered by how much you want this. How much you want him.

Taehoon pulls back for a moment, his hands cradling your face with such gentleness, grounding you amidst the growing intensity. He looks at you like you’re his entire world.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When you nod again, he stares at you for a moment longer, feeling his restraint slowly breaking.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises, his voice soft but heavy with desire.

His hand ventures lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his long, slender fingers sliding effortlessly against the slickness of your arousal. You bite your lip as he smiles, murmuring, “Already so wet.” He glances at you briefly, then back down at the glistening wetness between your thighs.

Throwing the covers over his head, he adjusts himself on the bed, moving closer to your core. A shiver runs through you as he pulls your underwear down, and a sharp gasp escapes when his tongue traces a slow line between your folds. Instinctively, you want to close your legs, but he holds them apart, his grip firm.

The way he devours you is intoxicating, and you can feel the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside. He knows exactly how it's affecting you—the sounds spilling from your lips make him grind against the bed, chasing some of his own relief.

“T–Taehoon-!” you moan, and that's when he decides to bring his fingers into play. He thrusts them inside you with deliberate, powerful movements, causing your thighs to tremble and your moans to come faster. He hums against your core, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you. The knot in your stomach tightens with every precise curl of his fingers and the attention his tongue gives your clit.

It's clear this isn’t his first time. You know it’s not. But it’s the first time he’s doing this with genuine intent to please, rather than just seeking a quick release. As you come undone beneath him, he withdraws his fingers slowly, savoring the taste of you. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before leaning up and pressing his lips to yours again. Your hands fumble with his shirt while he works to remove his pants. He breaks the kiss, his gaze shifting to the bedside table.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused by the sudden pause. He opens the drawer, pulling out a condom.

“Protection,” he says simply, tearing the packet open with his teeth. You giggle, “You should do that more often.”

“Are you implying we’re going to be doing this more often?” he asks with a smirk, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Well, that depends,” you tease, a playful smile on your lips, “on whether or not you do our first time justice.” Taehoon rolls his eyes but there’s a touch of seriousness in the air. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?” he quietly says, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Slowly, he eases himself inch by inch into you. You gasp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you adjust to his size. He stays still, giving you time to get used to the feeling. “You alright?” he groans, pressing gentle kisses to your face, wiping away your tears. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking. “M–Mhm,” you manage, squeezing his hand as you exhale shakily. He begins to move, dragging his length out slowly before thrusting back in, drawing a sharp moan from your lips.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, your body trembling as he finds a steady rhythm. He starts slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but soon his pace quickens. Your soft walls grip him with each stroke, and his breathing grows heavy as you pull at his hair, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. The sound of your moans drives him wild, his own deep groans mingling with yours.

“You feel so good, too good,” he grunts, burying his face in your neck, biting and kissing as he continues to move. Your moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as sweat beads on your skin, your head lolling to the side.

“I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum–!” you pant, legs tightening around his waist as you approach your peak. Taehoon’s thrusts become more urgent, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice strained with desire.

You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Taehoon follows soon after, his movements slowing as he cums into the condom, his body finally coming to rest.

“So,” he starts, lifting his head from your neck with a smug grin, “did I do our first time some justice?”

[amphitriteswife]

Loser

Source: how to fight/ viral hit

Pairing: Taehoon seong x reader

Warnings: love hate Taehoon, reader does taekwondo. Taehoon’s also kind of a bully but you are already his gf

Summary: you had a argument with Taehoon a week before

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Walking out of the front door, you were met with a quite different sight. Hobin and Snapper were standing in front of your door. A bouquet of roses was pushed into your face. ‘From master Seong!’ Hobin said quite loudly, keeping his head down, probably by Taehoon’s order. ‘He’s refusing the teach Hobin taekwondo and ordered us to give you this!’ Snapper added, the camera of his phone pointing towards you. The viewers must love the drama, wouldn’t they? Most of them would either be watching the drama unfold or get angry at you for even being Taehoon’s girlfriend to begin with. Half of the people didn’t even think Taehoon would even have a girlfriend considering his personality. You took the bouquet of roses from Hobin’s hands and told them they can just stand up, which they did. Both snapper and Hobin looked rather nervous as you had always been kind to them yet now you were rather more…disappointed? Your expression made the two boys look at each other in half confusion and half worry. Taehoon hadn’t told them anything about the sudden reason you weren’t with him at the dojo. Even the viewers in the live were trying to figure it out. The bouquet of flowers were hanging loosely in yours hand, it took him a week to actually reach out and it wasn’t even himself.

In the bouquet of roses you found a card, it was light pink with a bear holding a heart that said ‘i love you’ on it. It was rather cute, but it really wasn’t something Taehoon would do. Opening the card, it was rather empty with also only three words in it. ‘I’m sorry, loser.’ You stared at the card with a blank face. Loser. He used to call you that back in the day when you were still getting bullied by him. Although his words never got to you, the reminder that he used such a word to insult you didn’t sit right with you at all. It makes you something out to be that you’re not. You’re not a loser. Not anymore. Maybe back then, but you have worked hard on yourself, both mentally and physically. He was there to witness it himself. So why would he call you that knowing that’s you disliked it? It made you angry, very angry. To the point both Hobin and Snapper already heard your teeth grating against each other and your face twisted in a sight they’d rather not see on you. Your voice was dangerous. Too dangerous that made the two boys shiver. ‘You two. Walk.’ ‘Yes ma’am!’ Both of them peeped at the same time. Hell maybe both you and Taehoon were scary.

Taehoon was practicing some of his kicks in the dojo. He felt somewhat down for not seeing you today. Normally you had lessons from him and he would always go to your place to pick you up, maybe fool around by going shopping and making photos together, after that the two of you would finally make it to the dojo and start practicing. It was only a week. yet he missed you more than he’d like to admit…it also made him very frustrated but at least he could use his kicks to vent his frustration. He’s not one to feel emotional and would rather vent it in his own destructive way. Something Hansu has noticed about his son, especially today. It made him wonder what Taehoon did this time to have him so riled up. Soon he found himself bickering to his son about his recent behavior and a rather irritated Taehoon insisting that there wasn’t anything wrong with him and that he just wanted to practice his kicks.

Mid sentence Taehoon felt something hit his face. It was soft, but the throw made it hurt more than he expected. Both Hansu and Taehoon looked at the door pf the dojo to find you totally stone cold, Snapper and Hobin hiding behing your form. They have never seen someone’s be so silent yet raging at the same time, although Snapper was still streaming the whole thing which was apparently doing very good by the amount of donations. ‘What the hell?’ Taehoon asked, picking up the flowers off the dojo floor and holding one hand to his cheek. He didn’t seem to get your outburst at all. He sent you the roses to make you happy. Not to have you be even more mad than before. ‘If you’re going to apologize. Try to be at least civil. And do it yourself instead of sending someone dumbass.’ Everyone including Taehoon was absolutely floored. They had not expected you to have a sharp tongue, even call THE TAEHOON a ‘dumbass.’ ‘What’s this all about?’ Taehoon walked over to you, which caused the duo behing your back to even shrink in more behind your back. ‘You know how I feel. Tried to be funny or what?’ You asked him with narrowed eyes, not backing down even now that he was towering over you. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all. Taehoon realized what you were talking about and placed a hand on the back of his neck, scoffing a little before taking one of your hands and leading you out the dojo. Leaving Snapper, Hobin and Hansu rather confused by themselves.

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Outside, Taehoon leaned against the building of the dojo. He was wearing a pair of slippers, his taekwondo pants and just a tank top. He was kind of sweaty from all the practicing but that did not stop him from looking at you with a scowl. ‘Apologize.’ Your stern voice made him narrow his eyes even more. You never spoke to him that way. And in all honesty, he doesn’t appreciate it. ‘For what?’ He snapped back. It was a joke. Why couldn’t you get that? It’s not like he meant it anyways! You pulled the card in front of his face. The 3 words staring back at Taehoon. He read it over and over again. In his head he tried to justify himself. It’s just a joke. You’re being sensitive. You’re just overreacting. He wanted to make it up you know? His head felt like an endless tunnel of excuses that weren’t even justified. He didn’t know what to say. The silence between the two of you was rather harsh, the card still almost pressed in his face, taking up all his vision. ‘You know how I feel. So why?’ He didn’t expect your voice to sound so full of emotion. He didn’t expect you to be so sad because of a stupid, very stupid, joke he made. He felt guilty. He wanted to mess with you a little. Little bit of teasing. He knows he’s a jerk. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Sorry isn’t going to always cut it you know?’ You didn’t mean to let your emotions take over once again. It was stupid. So stupid..to be on the verge of tears from what? 3 words that didn’t even hold any meaning if it was someone else? Taehoon took the card from out your hand and hugged you, his arms wrapping around you with one pressing your head against his chest. A few soft ‘i know’ came out of his mouth. They were genuine and soft. He didn’t mean to make you cry. You stared at the black fabric on his chest. He bullied you a lot when you first met him. He called you all sorts of names. But why was the word ‘loser’ so important? Because it was true at the time. You were a loser. But it was who you were. It made you, you. It made you happy. Even though you have now matured and also follow taekwondo from Taehoon himself. You were still a loser by society standards. You like things most would seem as geeky. Yeah. It’s true. But what did it matter? Everyone has something to say. So why not be happy while they say shit rather than being miserable and caring about what they say?…is what you always have told yourself. It’s true. It helped. But hearing or seeing the word from someone who told you he loved you was rather hurtful. Especially since he promised to never say it again when he first kissed you.

You don’t know when the waterworks started. It just happend. ‘You promised.’ Is all you could mutter to him. From those big, loud and long thought those were the only words you told him. And it didn’t went smoothly either. Taehoon bit his lip. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. Not after he promised you to be better. To trust him. His hand softly rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. His chis resting on your head, softly shushing you in a comforting manner. The guilt was gnawing at him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.’ He told you softly, trying to wipe away your tears. The redness in your eyes made him feel so incredibly nervous and guilty. He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to protect you not hurt you. His fingers rubbing against your cheek, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘Forgive me.’ He never said those words. Not even after he stopped the bullying. He knows he’s an ass. He knows it. He knows he’s at fault. He knows that all his misfortunes in life is because of him. So please, let him make it right to you. He can’t lose you too after Dowoon. He’ll protect you at all costs. He promises. His hands once again reached your side, this time you hugged him back. He can’t help but feel so relieved after you did that. He takes a few breathes and just stares at the sky for a moment before kissing your temple. ‘I forgive you.’

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