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Weak for you | kth

↬ pairing: kang taehyun x f!reader

↬ characters: taehyun, reader, beomgyu, yeonjun and a few ocs.

↬ genre: underground boxer!au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut.

↬ summary: The underground world knows him as ‘the invincible’ — an unbeatable champion who is praised and idolized by the crowd. Kang Taehyun has the reputation of being so incredibly strong and clever that the opponents often back down from the fight. But, he certainly did not expect to lose all his power when it comes to a certain someone — you.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~12K

↬ warnings/tags: social anxiety, verbal abuse (creepy men being disgusting; beware), violence, bruises, blood and injury, explicit sexual content; profanity, dom/sub undertones, praising, size kink, dirty talk, pet names, breast play, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, cock-warming, cunnilingus, rough sex, etc. — this is a work of fiction, and it doesn’t represent the featuring txt members in any way!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ ... hi, yes. a highly requested repost, but i took way too long to get it ready 😭. anyway, happy reading! get yourself some snacks or maybe a drink (whichever you prefer) and enjoy the ride <3

You look at your roommate in disbelief, lips parted in surprise and eyes wavering. Beomgyu lets out a sigh. Gosh, he’s so done and over with your theatrics. 

“Hey… it’s not like I’m asking you to let him stay in your room or something! He’ll just stay here for what? Six or seven weeks maximum? After that he’ll move away! Oh, and by ‘here’ I mean my room, obviously. Sure, we’ll have to share the bathroom, kitchen and the living room, but you can just ignore him altogether if you’re that uncomfortable!”

You press your lips together in a thin line, still unsure of this whole arrangement Gyu is talking about. He looks at you expectantly, and you let out a heavy breath. “Okay… but you know that I’m horrible with new people, right? Please don’t expect much from me. I’ll probably just hide in my room all day if your friend ends up living here for a few weeks.”

“I know, I know. And that’s alright! You’re not obligated to talk to him or whatsoever. I’m sure he’ll be grateful for a place here. He’s really in trouble, you see?” Your roommate manages to smile a little. 

“I get what you’re trying to say, but I honestly hope that you know what you’re doing…” 

“Lordie lord! You and your trust issues! He’s like, a really close friend, okay? Don’t worry too much. He’s super sweet! I’m sure that you’ll feel comfortable around Taehyun!” Beomgyu smiles at you reassuringly. When he notices that you still look hesitant, he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s okay, hun. You can most definitely ignore his existence if the anxiety is really bad. Thank you for saying yes though. He’ll be super grateful.” 

You just lean into the embrace silently, deciding to not beat yourself up any more about it. You’ll be alright. As Gyu mentioned, you’re not obligated to talk to this friend of his who’ll be living with you guys for a few weeks. No need to stress! … Right? Right?!

Several days later, you’re standing in front of your door, hesitating to go inside. Today’s the day Beomgyu’s friend is coming over. You wonder if he’s already here? It’s afternoon, so there’s a fat chance that he’s just inside. You should at least say ‘hi’ to him, no? But… What if you end up doing something embarrassing in front of him? Like… tripping and falling down the moment you walk in? 

Fucking hell, get it together! It’s your place, you shouldn’t be scared to get inside! 

A mental pep-talk and several deep breaths later, you turn the lock of the door. It opens with a shy creak, and you walk inside normally (or at least, you try to), extra careful to not trip over the nonexistent hazards your mind has created. 

“____! You’re back!” your roommate’s loud voice catches you off-guard. You let out a yelp, turning your head to find the source of the sound. That is until your eyes find an insanely gorgeous stranger sitting on the couch of your living room. You swear that you feel your heart skipping a beat, nervousness immediately clouding your mind. Adding more to your absolute devastation, his eyes are locked onto yours. You swallow nervously in response, your body freezing from shock. His eyes seem to trail down your figure, the subtlest of smirks playing on his lips. 

Not to be that person, but holy smokes. The urge to rub your thighs together is frankly a bit too strong for your liking. His eyes are dangerously enchanting, pulling you in like a moth to flame. For some reason, you feel like he knows exactly how attractive he is. With the corner of your eye, you manage to catch a glimpse of the rest of him. What the fuck… why didn’t Beomgyu mention that this friend is a fucking Greek God? 

“Uh? ____? Helloooo?” 

“Wha—ah!” You jump a little, taken aback by the sudden grip on your wrist. “Be–beomgyu— you scared me!” 

“Bro. You’re the one who is scaring me. I thought you were malfunctioning or something.” He quips back, earning a frown from you. “It’s okay, never mind,” Beomgyu mutters before clearing his throat. “Meet Taehyun! Taehyun, this is ____, my roommate. And ____, this is Taehyun, my infamous friend.” 

“Hey there~” Taehyun offers a sweet smile, his eyes crinkling. You’re shocked by the duality of this man immediately.

“Hi…” you fiddle with your fingers, avoiding eye contact. Beside you, Beomgyu lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, never mind. Tyun, let’s just sort through your stuff first, okay? She must be tired; she needs a shower too.” He makes a twisted face that infuriates and embarrasses you at the same time. You playfully punch him on the back, whining loudly. Your roommate chuckles. “Aww, was that supposed to hurt? Sorry, but I think you should tell me beforehand. That way, I can at least pretend to be in pain.” He ruffles your hair, clearly mocking you.

“If only I was taller… it would’ve been the end for you, Choi Beomgyu.” You huff, take off your shoes and hurry into your room, gently closing the door behind you. When you rest your back against the hardwood, you hear them laughing. Inhaling a deep breath, you close your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself. Beomgyu’s laughter is definitely much louder, but Taehyun’s smooth chuckle that rings through your ears, makes you even more flustered. How could Gyu make fun of you like that in front of his friend? He must think that you stink now! 

The sound of a door slamming shut disrupts the train of your thoughts. That should be your not so amazing roommate and his extremely attractive friend going into their room. A sigh escapes you. Maybe, you do need a shower… and the pleasant pressure of the jet water between your legs.

It’s been a few days since Taehyun has come over. And you’ve found yourself face to face with him for a grand total of three times (excluding your first ever encounter). Which is great, obviously, because you’re horrible at interactions in general. And when it’s a stranger who gives you heart palpitations? Aw hell naw. You’re not dealing with that today. Or tomorrow. Or any time soon.

The best part of it all? He doesn’t seem interested in talking to you. He’s either too invested in the tv series he watches, or he’s busy cooking for himself. Apparently, his diet is very strict. How did you know? Well… a bit of eavesdropping has never hurt anyone.

Anyway, for what it really matters, tonight is yours, truly. Beomgyu is over at his girlfriend’s place, and seems like the menace to your sanity is gone too. After a long bath of self-care and singing, you throw on your pajamas, deciding to skip underwear. It feels like you can actually breathe after who knows how long. Dancing around the kitchen with your favorite ice cream tub in your arms, the serotonin in your system makes you all giddy and hyper. Unfortunately, that state of extreme happiness doesn’t last long as you run out of a significant amount of energy very soon. Feeling a bit bummed, you settle yourself on the kitchen counter. Maybe you should stick to just eating ice cream and jamming to music. 

++ 

When Taehyun walks in at 1 AM after his first match (and win) of the season, he smiles to see the lights of the living room still on. Beomgyu is such a caring guy. 

But then it hits him. His friend is supposed to be with his girlfriend tonight. Well, fuck. Does that mean that you’re still up? He starts panicking internally, unsure what to do if you see him in this state. Several bruises on his body, a huge gym bag thrown over his shoulder, a cut on his lips that is still bleeding. He’s fucked, isn’t he? 

“Wha–what is the matter?” 

He jolts a little, inhaling a shaky breath. Speak of the devil, they say. He turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are nervously taking in every small detail possible, his thin sleeveless tee and shorts leaving him bare and vulnerable in front of you. For a moment he returns the favor, drinking you in slowly. 

Damn it. How can you look so cute and sexy at the same time? 

The smooth skin of your bare legs looks too tempting, the cotton shorts clinging to your curves. Taehyun wonders if you’re braless, as he notices the outline of your pebbled nipples. Fuck. What is he thinking about? 

“Um… are you okay?” He’s brought back to reality, a sigh escaping him. There are a lot of emotions swirling like a storm in your irises — confusion, fear, a hint of lust, but the most prominent one is concern. 

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” Taehyun waves it off immediately. But you take a few steps forward, your shaky hand reaching out to touch the cut on his nose. He winces, but he has no idea why. It doesn’t hurt. Then why did his body react like that? 

“Liar.” your voice is shaky, “Did you… get into a fight?” 

He chuckles. “I guess you can say that.”

Your lips turn into a frown, and the first thought in his head is that he wants to kiss it away. “That sounds really suspicious. What is in that bag?” 

God, the last thing he wants to face right now is an interrogation by you, out of everyone. Simply because you make him nervous, and he’s not the biggest fan of it. “Ugh… Fuck this! You know what? I’m a boxer. And this?! Nothing. I get hundreds of bruises every fucking day. I ain’t no baby boy. Now please, get out of my way for god’s sake, I’m exhausted, and I don’t have time for this.” He regrets most of his words the moment they come out of his mouth. 

You crumple away immediately, as if you’ve been burnt. “So–sorry—” Hasty feet take you to your bedroom, the door closing right on his face. Taehyun gulps, a stinging pain on his chest overwhelming him. 

You fucked up big time, Kang Taehyun.

You’ve been avoiding him for more than a whole week now. Beomgyu doesn’t know about the incidents of that night, so he just assumes that it’s your anxiety. To be honest, you’re glad that he has no idea. It’s truly so much better this way.

Now that you think about it though… What in the world were you trying to do anyway? Maybe it’s because you felt genuinely intrigued and worried. But that was foolish, of course. It’s not like he owes you an explanation! 

You finish up your breakfast in silence, taking the dishes and putting them inside the sink. You originally wanted to wash them before heading out, but you don’t really have much time left thanks to all that useless thinking. “Gyu! I’m going, bye!” you call out to him, applying your lip gloss and going to the shoe rack.

“Yeah, yeah, be careful out there. If some guy bothers you again, you know what to do!” Beomgyu shouts back from his bed, unwilling to move.

“You always say that.” Your voice is very distant, and the sound of door closing confirms that you’ve just left.

Taehyun looks at his friend sharply, seated on a heap of clothes. “What do you mean?” 

“What do I mean what?” Gyu grumbles, rolling over to look at his temporary roommate.

“Is some guy bothering ____? How? What do you mean by that?” 

“Ohhh. Just a bunch of creeps who keep bothering her.” 

“... How the fuck are you so nonchalant about it?” Taehyun barely manages to hide his anger.

“Huh? What am I supposed to do? Hire a bodyguard for her? She’s a grown woman. She can handle herself.” Beomgyu sounds irritated, and that only pisses him off more.

“Dude. She’s your roommate.” 

“Yeah. My roommate. Not my friend. Not my family. Not my girlfriend. What’s your point?” 

Taehyun grits his teeth, refraining himself from lashing out. He’s not making that mistake again. So instead, he asks, “When does her classes end?” 

“I don’t know. 4 PM? Just a guess. Why, though? You tryna be her knight in shining armor?” 

“None of your business.” 

++ 

You wait at the bus stand, getting more and more annoyed as those same bunch of assholes shamelessly make crude jokes about you. The people around you only give you dirty looks, their gaze burning into your skin. 

“It’s so cute when she plays hard to get. C’mon babe, we know how it is. That pussy must be aching to have a real dick inside. Or maybe… you’d prefer more than just one. Bet you’d wanna use all those holes? Hahahaha.” 

You look down, your skin crawling from their comments. Just when you’re thinking about booking a cab instead of waiting here for the bus, a thumping sound catches your attention.

“Try to say anything about her again, and I’ll make sure you lose both your mouth and that useless dick you’re talking about.” 

Turning around, you’re faced with an unexpected scene in front of your eyes. Taehyun, clearly enraged, towers over the group of four, his hands balled up into fists. Only one of them looks intimidated, others glaring back at him. 

“Bro, who the fuck do you think you are? Those few extra inches of height give you zero advantage. I’ll not hesitate to beat your sorry ass up.” 

“Yeah?” Taehyun somehow takes the hold of that guy’s hands, twisting them in a manner that makes him let out a strangled cry. Another of them scares away. 

“Argh!” One strike of his strong knee right on the guy’s shin, and he’s rolling on the ground like a broken branch of a tree. Taehyun approaches the other one who’s near, cracking his knuckles. 

“You wanna say something?” His voice is almost a growl, and the person in question stammers.

“No— I was just about to go—”

“Not too soon.” A punch across his jaw has him on the ground, a pained groan escaping him. Taehyun is breathing heavily, looking down at his opponents who are struggling on the dirty pavement pathetically. Passers-by halt to check what’s happening. 

“Fucking apologize to her. Is that how you treat a woman? You are a piece of shit with zero brain cells, and it shows. Apologize right now or things are gonna get messier.” 

“Fuck you man. We’re sorry! Is that what you wanted?” 

“You call that apologizing? You want death, I see—” 

The one with a bruised jaw groans, “Shut the fuck up, Kevin! We’re genuinely sorry! We’ll never bother you again, ____. We’re sorry, please.” 

“Don’t utter my name with that filthy mouth of yours. You guys are disgusting, and that sorry sounds as hollow as your stupid approaches.” You find your voice suddenly, tears blurring your eyes as the impact of everything going on dawns to you. Embarrassed, you hurry away from the scene, refusing to look at anyone. 

You’ve walked quite a long distance for several minutes, when you hear his voice. “Wait up, ____! You can’t just walk back home, it’s too far away!” 

You slow down your pace to stop by an alleyway, and Taehyun catches up with you almost at the same moment. “Are you okay?” His sounds worried, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yup. Completely fine. I didn’t need you to save me or whatever, by the way. Been dealing with this shit for so many months, I ain’t no baby girl. But thank you, I guess. For your unnecessary kindness.” Your tone is bitter, reminding him of his own words. 

“____, you don’t have to act like you’re okay… I know how hard it must be, just…” He trails off, looking at you with sorrow in his eyes.

“Why the fuck are you here, anyway? How did you even know where my university is and the time my classes end?! Are you stalking me?” You jab a finger on his chest out of anger. 

Taehyun calmly holds your wrist, pulling your hand away with his. “I’m not a stalker. I was worried about your safety. Beomgyu told me and I couldn’t just sit around whilst a bunch of stupid creeps annoy you! Why don’t you understand?!” 

“Why do you care? I can handle everything. And even if something happened to me, I guess you’d be happy!” Your voice breaks, tears once again gathering in your eyes.

“I don’t know why I care but I do, damnit! And no, I’d never be happy if you were suffering, stop putting words into my mouth!” Taehyun stops when he notices that you’re actually crying now. His heart breaks, a million thoughts going through his head in an instant. Did he hurt you again? Is the reason behind your tears no one but him? 

When he comes back to reality again, you’ve turned your back to him. He notices the way your body quakes, a knife going through his heart. Taehyun gently holds onto your shoulders and moves closer, his warmth flooding your cold little bubble. “Hey, I’m sorry… ”

Receiving silence from your end, he stammers, “Uh– I don’t know why I keep doing things wrong… I’m– I’m sorry! Please… I know I was an absolute jerk that night and I’m so sorry if that left a horrible impression. I’m not like that, I swear! I don’t know what came over me then… I’ll never treat you like that again, l promise. And I’m sorry for today, too. I just– I just wanted to keep you safe… but I guess… I messed up again.” 

At this moment, Taehyun realizes exactly how afraid he is of upsetting you. Why, though? And why did he blabber out all that? He has never really cared about what others think of him. But you… you have this powerful hold on him that is seemingly making him weak. And he’s petrified of it.  

His hands gently wrap around your shoulders, your back hitting his chest. “I’m so sorry, just give me a chance, please… let me make it up to you. I– I’ll call a cab!” 

“It’s okay… And please don’t,” you mumble.

“What—” 

“I don’t like being a burden. Plus, you’re struggling right now… it’d be inconsiderate of me.” 

Taehyun stops himself before he can blurt out the truth. You don’t need to know that he’s an underground boxer and the reason behind him staying over is potential danger back at his apartment.

“Hey… it’s not the way you think it is. I can afford a cab! And please, you’re not a burden. Don’t say that.” He reassures you. Strangely enough, you seem to be much more comfortable in his embrace now. The way you lean into him makes Taehyun feel butterflies in his stomach.

You two stay in that position until you hear his whisper in your ear. “It’s here.” 

He takes a hold of your hand, guiding you to the car and helping you in. Once he’s inside, he reaches for your hand as if on instinct, stopping half-way through when he realizes what he was about to do. The last thing he wants is to come off as pushy.

Before Taehyun can move his hand away, you reach out shyly, grazing his fingers for permission. A big, stupid smile erupts on his face, his large hand immediately engulfing yours. You look down at your lap to hide your flustered expression. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. And you squeeze it back, successfully widening his smile.

Life’s been crazy lately. You’ve barely had any time to properly breath and your mental health has been the shittiest. It’s literally 3 AM and you’re in the washroom, trying to soothe your eyes that burn from the lack of sleep. Beomgyu is back at his girlfriend’s for tonight, and Taehyun is gone too. You sigh.

Speaking of Taehyun, you’ve felt much more comfortable around him since that day. Sure, you haven’t really had a chance to converse properly with him, but the stolen glances and fond smiles do speak volumes. You don’t know how or why he has so much power over you. But you’re aware that you affect him in a way too. Why else would a man like him stutter and blush around you? 

“____? Are you okay?” 

“AAAH!” You scream, wrapping your arms around your body as if to protect yourself from the intruder. A heavy hand rubs against your back, and you immediately realize who it is.

“Relax… It’s just me.” 

“Taehyun?! You’re coming home now? The fuck?! Oh—” You stop when you see a bruise on his chest, just a bit of it peeking out of his t-shirt. Your expression softens, a frown forming on your lips. “What happened? That looks painful…” 

Taehyun smiles, “Just a silly little thing, don’t worry, it’ll heal soon.” 

“That is not a silly little thing! You should put some ice on it, and you need to be more careful!” You huff, crossing your arms around your chest. 

“Sure, doc.” He chuckles, clearly amused by your concern. His reaction makes you pout, only adding to his amusement.

“I was worried… and was considering to tend to that bruise if you wanted. But I guess not! Bye, I’m going to bed.” 

“Wait— can you maybe—” 

“Can I maybe do what?” You challenge him.

“... Put some ice on it? Although it’s really late, if you are sleepy then you can go to bed… no pressure at all!” 

A knowing smirk appears on your face, eyes glinting with eagerness. “Hmm… I guess I can help you out.” 

“Really?” Taehyun gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Feeling rather daring, you lean in, hot breath fanning over his face as you whisper a purry ‘yes’. You can see the way his irises get darker immediately.

++ 

The next thing you know is that you both are in your room. His half-naked body is seated on your bed, an ice pack in your hands as you gently press it on the bruise that adorns his firm and built chest. You are genuinely trying to not ogle, and so is he, his jaw clenching whenever you lean in close. 

“Tell me if it’s too cold or if it hurts,” you murmur, watching him closely. 

Somehow, he looks even more ethereal from this distance, your heart faltering each time he catches you staring. It’s the first time you’re seeing the phoenix tattoo on his arm properly. The inked skin looks beautiful under the dim lighting of your bedroom. You imagine how it’d feel to press an appreciative kiss on it. 

“Are you listening to me?” Taehyun gently holds your wrist, which causes you to halt. You look up at him confusedly, unsure what he is talking about. He shakes his head, trying to contain his laugh. “Am I distracting you that much, sweetheart? Been talking for several minutes now but you seem to be in a whole ‘nother world.”

“Oh… um…” You struggle to find any words, heat rising to your face. His calloused, large hands seem to tighten around your wrist, a shiver running down your spine. He quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“Is the fact that I’m shirtless bothering you, hm? You could’ve just told me…” Taehyun pulls you closer in one tug and you fall into his arms, an embarrassed whimper escaping you. Your hands grip on his shoulders for support as goosebumps spread all over your skin. The close proximity allows you to feel the warmth radiating from his body, his woody scent intoxicating you. “Look at me,” he orders.

You inhale a shaky breath, lifting your face to lock eyes with him. He looks like he’s high, eyes shining even though they’ve darkened dangerously. His forehead rests against yours and you feel a strange feeling pooling in your stomach.

“Little doll,” his whisper is hot against the shell of your ear. With his fingers, Taehyun caresses your chin before moving your face to another direction. “So pretty…” the awe in his voice is very clear, causing your heart to palpate in your chest. “Do you have any idea? Hm? Do you know what you do to me?” 

You let out a soft whine, closing your eyes. 

Taehyun holds your waist with his left hand, while the right one tucks a bunch of stray locks behind your ear. “You don’t know? That’s sad,” he murmurs, “Because you got me feeling things I’ve never felt before.” His lips find yours, gentle yet passionate. You melt under his touch, lips parting to invite him inside.

With an affirmative groan, he slips his tongue in the molten warmth of your mouth. His hands, eager to explore your body, slide up and down and make you shiver. He repeats the action, caressing your curves to memorize them. Your tongues dance in a sensual rhythm of their own. Fire spreads through your body, but you press closer to him. You let your hands wander, feeling his muscular arms, firm chest and chiseled abs. A violent shudder rocks your body. Gosh, he truly is built like a Greek God.

Taehyun cups your face in his right hand, deepening the kiss. You swear to God that you could fly now if you wanted to. His touch, his lips, his taste, his scent — everything is drug to your body and mind. He feels so good. You momentarily wish to stay like this forever. Warmth pools between your legs and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Fuck, when was the last time you were kissed? This good, too?

Soon, your lungs start burning for sweet oxygen and you reluctantly pull away. He presses a sloppy kiss on your temple, catching his own breath as you rest against him to do the same. Your heartbeat is dangerously high, and you feel significantly weak. Your eyes flutter close, exhaustion kicking into your system. Taehyun fixes the crumpled cloth of your pajamas. “Are you okay?” 

You nod after a few seconds, still trying to process everything that has happened. Did he really just confess? Oh my god. Is this really happening? What should you do now? 

“Hey… you sure that you’re okay?”

After much consideration, you decide to look at him again. He seems surprisingly relaxed which takes you aback. His eyes soften, a faint smile on his lips. “What is it?”

“I… I don’t know…” Your hands move to wind around his neck. He watches you get comfortable on his lap with a beautiful smile that melts you. “I— I think… um, that…” you trail off, unsure what to say. For some reason, tears start to form in your eyes. “I’m sorry…” 

Great. Now you look dumb. And he probably thinks that you’re a crybaby.

“Hey, it’s alright. I don’t expect you to say something back. Just let me know if at any point, you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He gently brushes the pearly beads away from your cheeks. You nod, unwilling to let go of him. He feels like a warm blanket, something you definitely need right now.

With a sigh, you rest your head against his shoulder. “Is— um, this, okay? I can move away if you—” 

“Shhh,” Taehyun shushes you immediately. His hands are cradling you like you’re the most precious thing he has ever held in his life. “We can talk about this when you are ready, okay? You look overwhelmed and tired.” 

“Yeah… Thank you.” 

++ 

You wake up to a warm sensation on your neck, your body slowly gaining consciousness. From the strong arms that are wrapped around your waist to the face that is resting in the crook of your neck… you slowly come to realize that it is Taehyun.    

Last night comes back to you in a flash. His confession, and that kiss you shared… Did you fall asleep while cuddling? Probably. You take a moment to bask in comfort. To be honest, you would love to get used to this. It feels so nice to not wake up in a cold bed all alone, for once. 

“I can feel that you’re up, sweetheart.” His voice is gravelly and heavy, right against your skin. You feel a shiver running down your spine. Fuck, his voice alone is enough to work you up. 

Taehyun hums, nuzzling your neck. “Did you sleep well? You must’ve been so tired last night…” 

With a yawn, you turn around to face him. “I think I’m well rested… or at least better than how I was. Good morning.” 

He smiles, rather boyish, “Good morning indeed. I can’t believe that I’m waking up with you in my arms.” 

“Oh, about that…” You bring your hand up to his face, resting it on his jaw. “I want you to know that I do, in fact, reciprocate the feelings you have for me. I don’t know exactly how it is in your case… because you know, you didn’t really specify. But I guess… you can say that I like you. Quite a lot, actually.”

“Really? You know that I told you to take your time, right?” Taehyun is bad at hiding his actual reaction, as his eyes shine brightly but his lips are pulled in a thin line. The contrast makes you giggle, and he pouts. “What?!” 

“You look so adorable, trying to act all concerned. Really, really, mister. Why else would I tell you this first after waking up?” 

He cups your face in his hands and pulls you closer. “Can I?” he murmurs, nuzzling your nose with his. You nod eagerly. Taehyun doesn’t waste another moment to draw you further in for a kiss, soft and gentle to savor this moment. He holds your body to his, whispering sweet nothings between kisses.  

“Taehyun…” you sigh, fingers threading through his hair. He trails butterfly kisses down your jaw and neck, finding the sweet spots and paying more attention to them. You whimper softly, holding onto him with more desperation. 

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He whispers against your collarbone. It seems like he’s quite nervous, the pressure of his fingers on your waist increasing.

“Of course, I will! When are we going?” 

“How does right now sound?” Taehyun leans his body weight on his elbow, looking at you expectantly.

“You are crazy, but you know what? I stan.” 

Five months since you’ve started dating Taehyun. One hundred and fifty-three days since your life changed in the best way possible. You don’t know if anything ‘perfect’ exists on this planet, but he surely is how you’d want your boyfriend to be. Extremely attractive who knows how to make your knees buckle, plus caring, patient, understanding and supportive? Sign me the fuck up.

Getting to know him from a lover’s perspective has been simply beautiful. Everything about him is just… so lovable. Although, now that you’re standing here, waiting for him to show up, you realize that you haven’t really been able to explore much about his life. Plus, the fact that he moved away to somewhere else two weeks after your first date doesn’t really help. Yes, dates with him have always been super sweet and amazing, but you have never spent a night with him. You don’t want to give him the wrong idea, but sometimes you really wish to spend the night in his arms. Especially when it gets lonely. 

You also realize that he hasn’t revealed where he is staying right now. And that makes you worried. Why would he dodge such a simple question? Does he really have a place to live right now?! Suddenly anxious, you check your phone, noticing a text from Taehyun.

[Tyunnie <3, 5:27 pm] Will be there in a few, baby! Can’t wait! 

Despite the questions in your mind, you smile. You can’t wait to see him again either! He might be a bit closed off, but he is still your Tyun.

“Baby!” 

“Tyunnie!” You run up to him excitedly the moment you spot him. Taehyun grins, opening his arms for you to jump into his embrace. Your legs wind around his waist, arms around his neck as he spins you around. “I missed you,” you pout, nuzzling into his shoulder with a whine.

Thankfully, there are no other people to roll their eyes at you two. The small alleyway in front of your apartment building is deserted, leaving you two with a bit of temporary privacy. Taehyun chuckles, pecking your lips. “But you saw me yesterday!” 

“... Through a video call? That does not count!” you huff, pushing even closer to him. It might sound cliché, but you need to feel his warmth. “Anyway. Where are you taking me today?! I have been super excited since you told me yesterday!!” 

“It’s a surprise,” he says in a sing-song voice. 

“Hmm… okay. Lead the way!” You slide off of his body, wrapping your hands around his arm. 

“As my lady wishes!” He bows dramatically, readjusting your grip on him so that you two can hold hands. 

++ 

You’re snuggled up into him as the cab goes to a part of the city you have never heard of. Despite you pestering your boyfriend with numerous questions, he has remained very vague about ‘the surprise’. You even use your puppy dog eyes but it doesn’t work on him today.

“Can you tell me how long it will take, at least?” 

Taehyun sighs. “Ten more minutes…? It will be worth it, I promise, baby. Please be patient…” 

You understand that he’s upset with your behavior, so you just nod, deciding to stay silent. He is quick to pick up the change in your mood. Unsure about what to say, he just holds you closer. 

After the said time, you’re being escorted by Taehyun to a cozy looking home. You look at him curiously as he walks up to the porch and unlocks the door. He opens the door with a flourish, turning to face you. “Come on in!” 

“Is this… your place?” You question him, genuinely baffled. Wasn’t he like… struggling with money? That’s why he stayed over at your apartment! Then… this house… how??

“Yup! C’mon now!” He offers his hand which you gladly take. The smell of a floral scented candle wafts throughout the small entryway. Taehyun closes the door behind you, pushing you back against it with fire in his eyes. 

“Tyun? Whaa—ah!” your voice falters when he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He grinds his hips into yours, and that’s when you feel it. There’s a bulge forming in his pants. Just when you’re certain that this is how you guys are gonna have your first time, he pulls away with a huff. 

“Let me show you around my house.” He picks you up in his arms, a gasp escaping you. What is he doing? “Do you mind if I carry you to the living room?” He sounds almost embarrassed. 

“Um… I don’t mind, but it’s not necessary, you know?” You giggle, but he’s already walking towards his destination. His happiness is contagious as he walks you through his home, showing you his favorite parts and often dropping suggestive jokes. As expected, his bedroom is the last thing he shows you, and you can sense why. 

“What do you think of it?” Taehyun moves to hug you from behind, nuzzling your head affectionately. You sigh satisfactorily.

“It’s got such a homey vibe to it. Everything here makes so much sense and it’s perfect for you, Tyun! I’m so happy for you! Gonna assume that it’s your new home?” 

He presses you closer to him, and you can feel his hardness against the cleft of your ass. Your teeth sink into your lower lip from the feeling. 

“It is! I finished moving in a few weeks ago and have been trying to get you here, baby. You have no idea how happy I am that you like it! Consider this your home too, okay?” 

“But—”

“I kept you in my mind while buying this house.” 

Your cheeks warm up from the hidden meaning of his words. Gosh, this guy. 

You’re already in a pretty sensitive position when you feel him nudging his hips against your ass. “I want you… I have waited for so long.” His voice drops an octave, alarming your senses. You turn around to face him, grabbing his arm and walking backwards until the bed hits the back of your knees. 

“Fuck,” Taehyun growls, kissing you senseless while his hands impatiently get rid of your clothes. He’s restless, probably ripping off several articles of your clothing judging by the sounds of it. You’re manhandled and thrown onto the bed soon after, a surprised gasp escaping you. 

He licks his lips, pulling up the long sleeves of his turtleneck. You cross your legs immediately, your cunt throbbing when you notice the prominent veins displayed on his muscular arms. His brown irises have turned black from the lust, his chest heaving up and down. “Look at you,” he grunts, “Such a pretty little thing. And all for me.” 

He once again takes in the sight of your naked body splayed over his bedsheets, your hands trying to cover where it can reach. His cock twitches in the confines of his pants. However, the more he looks at you, the more self-conscious you become, whining shyly.

Taehyun climbs up on the bed to hover over you. His knees push your legs far from each other, his right hand taking both of your hands and pinning them over your head. “Don’t,” he murmurs, “You’re so beautiful.” 

His lips are on yours again, coaxing you to relax under him. His fingers, curious as usual, linger on each dip and curve of your body, finding their way to your slick folds. He taps on your swollen clit with his index finger, making you jolt.

“Tyunnie!” You writhe a little, desperate to feel something, anything inside your throbbing core. But he has other plans. He glides his fingers across your slit, gathering the wetness while his other hand focuses on your pebbled nipples. 

“Are you on birth control, sweetheart? Do you want me to use a condom?” 

“Y–yes, I’m… aa– I’m on my pills.” Your voice breaks when his finger teases your entrance. “And… Please don’t use a condom! I don’t want to feel latex; I want to feel you. I— I have dreamt of this for so long.” He lets out a satisfied hum, gliding his tongue over the sensitive nub of your breast. “Oh my god!” You feel yourself wavering, his middle finger gliding inside your dripping core. 

“So responsive…” He alternates between licking and sucking on your nipple, his free hand wrapped around your waist to prevent you from moving too much. Your cries echo through the large bedroom. Taehyun moves to the neglected nipple when he’s satisfied with his work on the other one. His finger pumps you at a slow pace. Your eyes are glossy, begging him for more.

After a while of pure torture, Taehyun pushes his index finger inside your cunt, increasing the speed. “You’re so beautiful, doll. So damn beautiful.”

You answer with a whimper, biting your lower lip, cresting higher with each of his pumps. His bigger, longer digits move roughly in and out of you, providing blinding pleasure. You pull onto his hair to anchor yourself. It feels like the world is spinning, his fingers touching several unknown places inside you that send electric shocks in your body. 

“Yes! Oh God!”

He smirks, angling his fingers to stimulate the spot he just hit. You shudder, your hands turning into fists as you hold on to the bed sheet. Your core pulsates around him. Taehyun nibbles on your earlobe, whispering, “Come for me, baby. I can feel you, you’re so close.”

Goosebumps spread over your skin from his command and his name falls off of your lips like a prayer. He swears under his breath, feeling you gush around him. “Fuck!”

Adjusting his speed, he helps you ride out your high. Softly plucking his fingers out of your cunt, he licks them, moaning happily. You watch him with tears in your eyes, your body flushed with heat. He undresses himself in front of your hungry eyes, revealing the body you’ve grown to love in the past months. You hold your breath when he plays with the waistband of his boxers. You know he’s big, you know it, but you want to see—

“Oh gosh,” you exhale shakily. He’s huge. And pretty. If that’s the word? 

The reddened tip is covered with his pre-cum, drool gathering in your mouth from the mere sight. The length of his cock is glorious, a few veins adorning it. Your pussy clenches from anticipation. You need him. Even that seems like an understatement.

Taehyun leans down with fire in his eyes. His hungry mouth finds yours, and you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. He starts grinding, his hardened length pressing against your pelvis. 

“Are you sure that you still want this? You look kinda… out of it. Did I cause any discomfort?” 

“Nonono, please, please fuck me, please,” you beg him, “It— it just— feels so good, please,” your words are slurred. “I need you inside me, please, Tyunnie— I can’t—” 

The rest gets caught in your throat as you feel the bulbous tip of his hardened member nudging at your entrance. You whimper out of eagerness and writhe a little. He pins down your hands, locking your darkened eyes.

“Tell me if at any moment you need me to stop, okay? I don’t think that I can hold back right now.” 

You nod, several cries escaping you when he starts pushing in. Taehyun catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your moans get muffled in his mouth as he fills you in, your inner walls stretching impossibly wide to give him space. He growls, his balls resting against your ass when he finally stops. The feeling of being completed by him overwhelms you and you hold onto him for dear life. “You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

You manage a broken whisper in response, and he starts with slow languid thrusts, pulling and pushing to give you time to adjust. Soon you start to rock your hips, building up a rhythm with him. His mouth finds its refuge on your shoulder and cleavage. He increases his pace with each of his strokes, moaning in pleasure.

“Lord, ____.... You feel like heaven. Squeezing me so good, baby. Dripping pussy taking my cock so well.”

A string of incoherent words leaves your throat. Your nails are raking on his back, sure to leave visible marks the next day. Taehyun keeps whispering praises in your ear. Feeling his cock twitch inside you, you bury your face in his shoulder. He growls, going harder and deeper, making sure to grind against your clit with his pelvis as he moves. Clearly over stimulated at this, you quiver around him, white spots appearing in your vision.

A specific hard thrust brushes over your cervix, a scream leaving you as the building up pleasure explodes. 

“Tyun!” You scream, your walls clenching around his cock.

“Damn it, baby,” he grits his teeth, his pace losing its consistency. He fucks you through your orgasm. Chasing his own high, he sloppily thrusts inside you.

“Where do you want me?” 

“In me… please…” 

“Fucking hell!” He collapses on you, his ecstasy crashing over him. Taehyun floods your inside with his cum, the milky liquid painting your gummy walls white. You whine and shiver with each twitch and squirt, your heart swelling in your chest.

He disconnects your joined bodies after a long moment, a feeling of emptiness overwhelming you as you whine in protest. After cleaning up himself, he comes back with a washcloth soaked in warm water, cleaning your nether regions with care before dressing you up in one of his hoodies. He finds your discarded panties that were thrown away in the heat of the moment, sliding it up on your form. He kisses your belly with adoration before putting on a shirt.

“I’ll go make some dinner for us, okay? You rest!” 

“No, cuddle with me…” 

Taehyun stops when he sees exactly how sad you look. He nods helplessly, joining you on the bed and pulling you closer. As your limbs feel like jelly, you crash into him, a nervous laugh escaping him. “Sorry. I haven’t done relationships in a while so… um…” he trails off. 

But you only snuggle up to him more. “It’s okay… I haven’t dated anyone in a long time too. Like… Since my high school sweetheart dumped me on his birthday…”

“He sounds like an asshole, baby, I’m sorry he did that to you.” 

++ 

After a long heart to heart and some Chinese take-out for dinner, you go back to bed in his arms. Taehyun draws random patterns on your back, his eyes distant.

“I want to tell you something.” 

“Mmhm?” 

“I have a match tonight… from 11 pm. I’m sorry.”

You stay silent. Yes, you surely feel hurt that he decided to invite you over on a night where he already had other plans, but you feel like there’s more to it. So, you decide to ask a few questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me before… and why is it so late?” 

He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry love, I forgot about it myself. I was so excited about my new home and you coming over to visit it finally, I just…   Yeonjun called me to ask if I’m ready when you were in the washroom.” 

“Oh… do you have to go? Who is Yeonjun?” 

“I do have to go. There are a lot of things riding on my presence and performance, I can’t ditch it. Yeonjun is my manager.” 

“But why is the match starting so late? Now that I remember, you always returned home at ungodly hours back in my apartment.” 

“Because the match is underground.” 

Your heart drops immediately. You sit up on the bed, fear paralyzing your body. “It’s WHAT? Taehyun—?” 

His silence makes you feel sick to your stomach. Tears form in your eyes immediately. “Isn’t that illegal? Why didn’t you tell me before?! I… I thought…” 

“Do you hate me?” 

“Don’t.” You hurry to dry your tears with the back of your hand. This is too much. You trusted him. 

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t tell you no matter how much I tried. I’m terrified of losing you, I don’t think that you can possibly understand.” 

“Can you please explain why the fuck are you doing something that is illegal?! And dangerous too! Professional boxing is so much better why would you—”

“You don’t know shit. Professional boxing is worse than this. Do you know how much money, drugs and politics shit is in there?! Underground boxing is way better. It’s clean, it pays a hell lotta money, it gives you fame.” 

“... You expect me to believe that?” 

“I don’t have power over what you believe and what you don’t. I’m just telling the truth. Normal people go to watch underground boxing matches because it is fair and not fucking rigged. What do you think? That I haven’t tried going professional? People who are in charge are full of shit. They don’t give a fuck about the art of boxing. So, I did what was the right thing to do.”

You remain silent, not knowing what to say anymore. Taehyun sighs. “I need to get ready. We will talk about this later. Hopefully today will not be the day I break my two year long winning streak.” 

Your jaw drops. “Two year long winning streak?! How?!” 

“Because I’m the best.” He winks at you, getting out of the bed. He kisses you one last time, touching your foreheads together. “I’m so sorry, baby. I promise to come back as soon as possible. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

You nod, whispering, “Good luck.” He saunters away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

++

The sound of the front door closing alerts you. The clock reads 2:13 am. You sit up on the bed again, sighing. Your head hurts from (over)thinking, and you still don’t know how to feel about the newfound information about your boyfriend.

Taehyun pokes his head inside, frowning when he notices you still up. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” He gets inside, coming over to you quickly.

“Couldn’t sleep. How did the match end?” 

“I won! I think you’re my lucky charm! My opponent… the boy was strong and all but he failed at mind games.” 

“Oh.”

“Baby… are you mad at me? Do you– so you want some alone space? I can sleep on the couch…” 

You fiddle with your fingers nervously. “I am mad at you, Taehyun. For not telling me anything earlier. I don’t know anything else.” 

“I can’t apologize enough for not telling you earlier, baby… But as I told you. I’m terrified of losing you. Things were going so well between us, and I didn’t want to mess up. But I guess, it doesn’t really matter anymore. I always mess up. Tragic.” He looks like he’s about to break down, and that is like a punch to your gut. 

“Tyunnie…” 

“It’s okay. You are too good for me anyways. I am a dwarf who tried to touch the moon.” 

“What are you talking about?” You are straight up crying at this moment, failing to keep yourself together. His head is hanging low, his hands curled into fists and pressed into the mattress. He’s shaking, and you realize that he’s crying too when you notice a tear drops on his hand and runs down between his fingers.

“Hey… it’s okay… please look at me, Tyun, please. We will work it out. Don’t cry, it hurts.” You pull onto his arms, and he breaks down like an old tree finally giving up against a storm. He shakes his head, trying to contain his emotions.

“I don’t like making you sad,” Taehyun chokes out. “But I always manage to do that somehow. What is even the point?” His cries are silent, tearing through your heart.

“But you make me happy too, can’t you see that? I haven’t felt so much happiness in my life, before you.” 

Two months later, your relationship with Taehyun is slowly getting back on track. After the revelation it’s been pretty rough for both of you. You two even considered going on a break, but within three days you had shown up on his doorstep, crying because you couldn’t bear it anymore. 

You decided to have an open mind about his… occupation. You don’t mind that he earns money by doing something that is marked as illegal. It’s not like he’s robbing it! He works his ass off to win the matches, and the people who have dirty money to gamble around and bet, are the ones who are actually doing something illegal. Yep, maybe he is connected to it, but it’s not the same thing. You’ve also met Yeonjun! He’s a very nice person too. Although Taehyun has warned you again and again, telling you how the people back in the underground can be dangerous even though there are a lot of good people. 

Your response has always been, “It’s the same everywhere. There will be bad people as well as good people. Maybe the bad people in the underground are worse but I’m okay as long as you’re safe and happy.” 

And he’s grateful for that. For you and your understanding nature, despite everything. Sometimes he likes to tell you crazy stories about what is down there, and you listen with awe. You want to visit the underground sometime too, you tell him, as you cuddle up to him to seek comfort and security.

Today is an exciting day. You’ll be going underground for the first time! Apparently, your boyfriend has a very important match today and he wants you there with him. Although, he has his conditions. The first one being, you have to hide from any prying eyes. For your own safety, of course.

You tighten your hold onto his arm, barely able to see what’s happening around you. Taehyun insisted on you wearing a baggy black coat of his that swallows up your whole body. You also have shades and a bucket hat, all to protect you from the public eye.

He takes you through a bunch of tunnels and strange alleyways, all built under the asphalt streets of the sleeping city. After several minutes of walking, he opens up a door to a room and brings you inside.

“You should be safe here.” Taehyun kisses your forehead, motioning you to look around. 

“A locker room?” you take off the pair of shades, squinting.

“My locker room.”

++

Despite his firm grip around your waist, you feel like you’ll fall apart at any moment. Taehyun continues to fondle your breasts with his mouth. He lets out a hum when you thread your fingers through his highlighted locks and pull on them desperately.

“My little doll is so sensitive. Making a mess just because I’m playing with her pretty tits.” 

You whine at that, closing your eyes as he nips on the softness of your breasts. Pulling him closer and closer, you let out soft whimpers. You’re completely lost in the sensation, and you forget where you are, until someone knocks on the heavy metal door of his locker.

“Taehyun. The match starts in 20 minutes. Get ready.” Yeonjun’s loud voice cuts in soon enough, bringing you back to reality.

“Mhm, gimme 15 and I’ll be there.” Taehyun shouts back, the receding footsteps indicating that the elder one is leaving.

Knowing that he needs to get ready, you try to move away and grab your discarded bra and crop top. But his calloused hands grope your ass roughly, delivering a few rough spanks. A pained mewl escapes you.

“Where are you going? Did I say that I am done with you?” 

“But–”

“Yes or no.”

You lower your head, mumbling a barely audible ‘no’.

Taehyun pulls down his shorts and boxers, pointing at his semi erection. “Sit.” 

When you look at him confusedly, he bunches up the mini skirt around your waist, pulling your damp panties aside. With one single tug of his muscular arms, you are positioned over his flared tip. You hiss under your breath, gripping onto his shoulders as he commands, “C’mon doll. Sit. You know I can’t focus on the match if I don’t feel your pussy around my cock right now.” 

Enticed by his words, you nod eagerly, beginning to lower yourself in a slow pace. Taehyun grunts, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your moist warmth engulfs him. “Tyunnie.. I– I–” you stutter, struggling against the burn caused by the stretch of your inner walls.

“Shh, you can take it, doll. I know you can. Relax.” He nuzzles your neck in a calming manner, dragging his plump lips across your collarbone.

Eventually, you manage to penetrate yourself entirely on his length. Groans escape Taehyun whenever your cervix brushes against his tip. 

“Let’s stay like this for 10 minutes, okay? I’ll come back after winning and fuck you like you deserved to be fucked.” 

“Okay…” you whisper, your inner walls fluttering around his cock upon hearing his promise.

++

Unfortunately, it’s over a bit too soon for your liking, and you watch him getting ready for the match. He pulls up his boxer shorts with a sigh. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. I promised that I’ll make it up to you once I come back with a win, didn’t I? And you know that I’m a man of my word.”

“Sorry…” you mumble, looking away with embarrassment. Gosh, were you looking that desperate? 

“Don’t be, I’m sorry for leaving you needy.” He grabs a tube of petroleum jelly and tosses it towards you. “Can you slather that on my face? Don’t be stingy, I need to protect it from any injuries because you hate them.” 

“Just because I hate them? Tyun, do you really not care about getting injured?! Are you insane or what?!” You manage to catch the tube in time, slightly irritated by his words. At times like this, you truly don’t understand this man.

“Injuries are a normal part of any boxer’s life. So yeah. You could say that I don’t care about minor scratches as long as I keep up my winning streak. Underground boxing has so much more money surrounding it than you can imagine, gotta keep those fresh bills coming!” Taehyun takes an abdominal guard from the lockers and smirks knowingly. “Plus, I haven’t lost any matches in the past two years. My reputation alone is worth millions, no offense to any fellow brothers.” He checks himself out in the mirror and smiles. “All good, just gotta grab my mouthguard, and baby, please hurry up!” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. He does have a reason to be cocky, after all. You quickly squirt out a dollop of the petroleum jelly, reaching your hand upwards to apply it on his face. He leans into your touch immediately.

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” Taehyun gently grasps on your wrist, puckering his lips at you. 

“I thought those ten minutes were supposed to bring forth some luck?” you tease, trying to pry your hand away. He grumbles under his breath.

“No. That was to help me focus on the match. This is for good luck.” 

You tip-toe and press your lips against his. He hums, lips curling up in a smile when you pull away. “Good luck. Remember your promise!”

Taehyun chuckles heartily, but it’s soon cut off by heavy knocking coming from the other side. “It’s time! Get out of there, dude.” There’s frustration laced with Yeonjun’s voice.

“Yeah, just a sec!” Your boyfriend announces before looking at you affectionately. “Stay in here and lock the door, okay? Please don’t go outside… the people here are dangerous and who knows what bastard will bother you… Please just stay here!! I’ll be back soon.” 

You nod obediently, understanding his request very well. “I’ll be here, don’t worry! You go and knock that stupid Ken or whatever out!” 

“You know I will, baby.” 

++ 

Time refuses to pass as you pace around, restless. You’re not sure how long it’s been, but your anxiety is starting to kick in for some reason. You’ve tried to distract yourself in many ways, but nothing has worked out so far. Hell, you don’t even know how Taehyun is right now. 

With a sigh, you slowly approach the door you’ve been avoiding since your arrival. The sound of heavy cheering covers up any other sounds that are related to a boxing match. It makes you anxious. You don’t know what’s going on in there and negative thoughts start to build up rapidly. Deep down you try to convince yourself that everything is alright. Like c’mon now! There’s no way that he will actually lose… right?

You stand in front of the heavy metal door, hand twitching to open the lock. If you open it just a little bit and peek outside, nothing will happen, right? You’ll still practically be inside… 

The door opens with a clunky sound, enough for you to see the deserted hallway that connects the lockers with the arena. You shudder when the loud hoots and screams hit you like a ton of bricks. Good lord, how does one survive this environment? You wish you had brought earplugs! 

After much consideration, you decide to step outside. There’s no one around, nothing will happen! Or at least, you hope so! Taehyun doesn’t need to know about everything, does he? 

Careful but curious, you take several steps towards the hallway. The loud noises thump inside your body painfully. But still, you dare to go a little further, hoping to catch a small glimpse of the fight. You turn a corner, starting to see a bit of crowd who are several feet away. 

“Are you lost, babygirl?” 

Your blood runs cold as you turn to the side. A tall, bearded man looms over you like a predator, eyes glinting with something that disgusts you. He takes in the sight of you, and you immediately regret wearing a mini skirt with a crop top. 

“Mhm, I wonder what your cute little clothes are hiding? Want me to find out?” 

Before you can process anything, your legs have already started carrying your body back to the locker room. You hear the creep’s voice, “Aw, do you wanna play cat and mouse? I can do that!” 

Eyes closed and your whole body shaking, you run and run, soon reaching the metal door you left a few minutes ago. You get inside and lock the door immediately, feeling relieved. But, as if to prove that’s too good to be true, a loud thump on the door snatches away every shred of peace from your system. The man outside growls like a wounded animal, throwing punches at the metallic surface. “YOU BITCH! No one leaves me hanging! I’ll break the fucking door and then I’ll break you! You stupid bitch!” 

Tears wet your cheeks immediately and you collapse on the ground. Panic stops you from functioning entirely. After a while of struggling, you decide to crawl behind a sandbag that rests on the floor. Letting your body curl into a small shape, you hold your head with your hands and rest your face on your knees. The sounds get louder and louder, and you pray with all your might. Please don’t let the door break, please don’t let the door break, please— 

A loud sound of something heavy falling on the ground catches your attention. You don’t know how long you’ve been here like this, but you can hear a commotion outside. Did that man bring more people to actually break the door down? What is happening—

“I said take that asshole away! I have much more important things to do!” Hope flickers in your chest, that is Taehyun’s voice! He is here! However, the sound of the door opening and closing within moments, makes you freeze. 

There is complete silence for several seconds. Then his tired voice calls out, “Baby… I know you’re here.” 

You crawl out from the cramped space and Taehyun immediately spots you, running to get by your side. His big hands immediately pick you up from the ground. “Oh my god…” his heart breaks when he notices your state, wondering what went wrong. You instinctively wrap your arms around his broad chest, hugging him as tight as you can.

“Why was that person trying to damage the door outside? What happened?” 

“It’s all my fau– *hiccup* fault, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” You pull away to look at him, just in time for a new batch of tears to run down your cheeks.

“But what happened?” Taehyun cradles your face in his hands, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

After several deep breaths and a lot of consolation from your boyfriend, you eventually confess that you went outside. He definitely is mad at you for not listening to him, but it’s overshadowed by his concern. “Did he hurt you, in any way? Are you okay? In terms of physical condition.”

“Um… my legs are aching… a bit. Nothing else. Did you win though?! And when did you change into this?” You look at him nervously, pointing towards his sweatpants and thin shirt. Hopefully your attempt at diverting the topic will work. 

“Don’t. That is not the priority right now.” Taehyun speaks in a firm voice. “How about you explain… about your little escapade? Which part of my statement from earlier did you not understand?” 

Your face falls. “I told you… ‘m sorry…”

“That’s not enough, sweetheart. What if something really bad happened to you while I was gone? I meant it when I said that these people are dangerous.” 

“I’m sorry… I got really anxious and…” you trail off, forcing yourself to not cry again. Get it together, you’re better than this! 

“I’d never forgive myself if something bad happens to you because of my line of work. You’re never coming back here, understood? The risk is too much.” Taehyun looks shaken up; his eyes desperate to find yours. Keeping your head low, you just nod wordlessly, not wanting to upset him even more. 

Silence engulfs the atmosphere between you two. He sighs, gently gripping onto your chin to tip your face upwards. “Look at me,” he whispers, moving closer to you. His other hand takes the hold of your left hand, intertwining your fingers. You give up against his force and look up to meet those pools of honey. He strokes your face with admiration, touching your foreheads together. 

“You’re too precious to me, sweetheart. I almost had a heart attack when I saw that mad lad pushing his body up against the door. I was so scared.” 

“I’m sorry…” 

“You really don’t understand, do you?” Unsure about what he is trying to say, you look at him confusedly. Taehyun shakes his head with a laugh. His thumb brushes over your lower lip in a manner that sends a shiver running down your spine. 

“I love you, dumbo.” He gently brushes his lips on yours, pulling away to see your reaction. You blink several times, your heartbeat suddenly losing its steadiness. 

His hands remain where they were previously, preventing you from pulling away and screaming and probably pinching yourself. So instead, you just blurt out, “You what—” 

“I love you, baby. I thought I was being super obvious these days.” 

You hug him tightly, still having trouble believing that this is, in fact, real life. “Oh my gosh, Tyun!! I love you too! I love you so much! I have tried to tell you before, but I always chicken out!” you chatter excitedly, all while being in his embrace. 

He chuckles, whispering, “You are so adorable, it should be illegal! My little lovebug.” You hum, a feeling of completeness flooding you.

Taehyun initiates a kiss that you happily reciprocate, his body subtly pushing you backwards until your back hits a locker. You let out a soft cry, opening your mouth to invite him in. He groans, tilting his head to the side so that he can deepen the kiss. The kiss is heavy, unspoken words being shared through the flick of your tongues. He suckles on your lower lip, hands hurrying to get rid of your top and bra. You gasp when he rubs his finger over the sensitive peak of your breasts, a growl escaping him.

“Gotta keep my promise, hm?” Taehyun leaves the warmth of your mouth, finding purchase on your neck instead. A shudder rocks your body. 

“Oh— d–did you win?” 

You can feel his smirk against your skin. “Of course, I did, baby. Expect nothing less from me, okay? And I feel bad that I had to leave you like that!” 

The cold metal behind you is a stark contrast to your burning skin, desperate whimpers escaping you. He continues to suck hickeys on your neck while his hands massage the softness of your breasts. Once he’s satisfied with his work on the sensitive skin, he moves his mouth to your nipples. Your back arches the moment his mouth makes contact.

“Fuck,” you moan, the flame of your desire rekindling. A growl escapes him when he feels the coldness of your damp panties.

“Damn it, baby, were you wet all this time?” You remain silent, too focused on the pleasure coursing through your body to answer his question. Taehyun removes the offending material aside from your body, immediately feeling the new batch of warm slick covering your folds. “You are so good to me, doll. Always eager and ready for me. You deserve an award for that, don’t you?” 

You nod with a whine, watching him drop to his knees. He hoists your left leg up to rest it on his shoulder, groaning at the sight in front of his eyes. Without any warnings, he dives his head inside your miniskirt, kissing your pussy lips with fervor. Your knees buckle and you struggle to stand straight, his height making it even harder for you. 

Taehyun notices your discomfort. He pushes your other leg to rest on the nearby bench, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Your head lolls back from the overwhelming sensation. He’s everywhere.

You feel his tongue poking at your entrance, the flexible muscle dipping inside for a taste. You moan and clench on it immediately, more slick gathering in your core. He’s definitely enjoying it, because the vibration caused by his groan reverberates through you. 

Several flicks of his tongue paired up with his thumb rolling your clit — you come undone in record time, quivering. 

You’re certain that you would have fallen if he wasn’t holding you so securely. Taehyun tries to drink up every bead of nectar you’ve provided, often dragging his teeth over your slippery flesh. 

“Fuck it baby, ‘m gonna ruin that cute little hole.” He stands up abruptly which causes your balance to falter. But he picks you up in his arms before anything, taking a seat on the bench and settling you on his lap. “Help me out of these pesky clothes?” 

You nod, pulling onto his gray sweatpants and boxers to free his cock. Meanwhile he discards his tee, chuckling at your blatant behavior. “Aww, are you that impatient for my cock? Fine, I won’t tease anymore. Come here.” 

He tilts your chin up, kissing you on the mouth before aligning himself along your entrance. You mewl as you feel his tip teasing your slit, rocking your hips impatiently to feel more of him inside you. 

Without any warnings, he pushes you down on his thick member, a scream escaping you as you feel your walls stretching to give him space. Burying your face on the crook of his neck, you muffle your sounds. Taehyun growls as he feels your gummy walls engulfing him. He gives you time to adjust, stroking your back soothingly.

After a while, you anchor yourself using his shoulders, moving slowly on him, hitting all those inside you as he helps you to move. His hands are on your waist, and he leans down to suck your collarbone, leaving a definite mark for everyone to see. He lets you control the pace, but not for too long.

You gasp, your face morphing in pleasure when Taehyun starts bouncing you on his cock. He catches your lips in a hungry kiss, muffling the loud whimpers you are making. 

Before long, you feel his left-hand brushing against your clit. He rolls it between his thumb and index finger, the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening as he stimulates you just perfectly. 

“You’re so tight, doll... Come for me.”

He increases the pressure on your clit, pounding harder into you. You cry out his name, the coil snapping as tidal waves of euphoria knocks you down. 

“Tyu—Tyun!”

Taehyun growls, your walls clamping down around his cock. After a few more thrusts, he murmurs your name, his warm seed shooting up inside your core. Exhausted, you let your body fall on him as he holds you close, neither of you moving, cherishing the moment. He kisses your forehead after a while, stroking your hair as you draw patterns on his back. “I love you so much, you know that?” 

Your lips curl up in a smile. “Mmm… Love you too, Tyun.” You nuzzle his neck, incredibly happy that he’s here and all yours. 

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Maybe weakness isn’t necessarily a bad thing, after all.

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𓈒 ◌   𓇼 𓈒 𝐏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘, 𝖎𝖓 𝟣𝟪𝟫𝟨 { ﾟ ₊ 🎢

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Jeongin: Hey, if I ask you a boy question, do you promise not to be weird?

Minho: I promise.

Jeongin: So there’s this guy, Beomg-

Minho, firmly: You can do better.

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cookies n' cream! ♡ jjh x reader (18+)

genre: jaehyun x reader, f x m, established relationship au, smut, sickening amounts of fluff, slight(?) crack, birthday sexxx

word count: 5.3k+

summary: in which your endearingly dumb & himbo boyfriend jaehyun has no idea how to ‘properly’ treat a burn

smut warnings: unprotected sex, disgustingly fluffy sex, oral (f receiving), spit spit spit, creampie, minor feet play, breeding kink, mc is finger lickin’ good

author’s note: purely self indulgent smut for the birthday & valentine boi 🥳 wahoo!

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“Two-thirds cup of flour…” You iterate off of the cookbook splayed out in front of you, craning your head as you try to multitask. Navigating through the mess of ingredients as you fill your measuring cup.

The sun had barely broken in when you decided to start your secret mission. Today is a special day, times two might you add— both your boyfriend’s birthday and Valentine’s day. (Which meant double the dick!)

Having to sneakily maneuver out of his bear-like grip while snuggled up in bed, you coo at the cute snores he emits once you escape. You now find yourself baking a small batch of cookies to wake him up with. Humming some off key tones while whisking away. Excited to see those moon-like eye smiles and those adorable dimples when he comes in.

Looking at the clock, you anticipate that you have about a little over an hour before he awakens from his deep slumber. Cute yet obnoxiously boisterous snores audible all the way from your side of the apartment. Seriously, the guy sleeps like a log.

After a bit of prepping and mixing, your dough is ready to be separated. Taking small scoops from your mixing bowl, you shape them into hearts, soon to be topped with red frosting and sprinkles. Placing the finished dough onto your parchment paper had you feeling very accomplished, considering that you only baked once in a blue moon.

The oven that’s been preheating dings to let you know it’s ready to go. Omitting the oven mitts as the cookie pan is still cold, you open up the gasket. You’re met with the searing heat when you squat down to insert the pan, taking it in easily with how cold the winter’s been.

Ever so carefully you squat down to slide in the tray, paying extra attention to the borders of the oven. Once the cookies are laid flat and leveled, you take your hands out to close the contraption. You’re about to stand up from your lowered position until—

“Babe?”

“Hu—” You whip your head around.

“What? Oh shit-!”

Caught off guard by Jaehyun’s baritone voice, you’re slipping backwards onto your butt. Before you fall back all the way you instinctively reach for the handle of the slightly ajar oven to regain balance. Unable to maintain your grip on the sleek handle, your hand mistakenly grabs the burning steel of the rim instead.

You’re wincing in pain before toppling over, fingertips stinging at the quickly forming burns. Flipping your hand over to see the damage, they’re not so severe that you needed medical attention but prominent enough to where it could scab. The bubbles form slowly and Jaehyun’s sliding over to your side, knees skidding against the ground while taking your injured hand in his.

The brunette is pulling you into his strong arms dramatically. Babbling muddled rubbish as if you’ve been shot in the stomach or something. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod baby, babeareyouokayIamsososorryIdidntmeanto-”

“Get the first aid kit, Jaehyun!” You snap at him, agony evident in your voice. Plump lips forming an ‘o!’, he’s standing you up with him. Picking you up and sitting you at the counter nearest to the sink, he zooms towards the bathroom. “Wait. Close the oven, too!”

“Oh, right,” He blanks while he paces backwards, kicking the door back carelessly with his foot. You scold him for his lackadaisical action, nagging him at the thought of him deliberately choosing to burn his foot on accident.

Minutes pass by while you run your hand under cold water. Your boyfriend is still missing, causing you to raise an annoyed eyebrow at his jarring absence. “Jae! The first aid kit!” You call out from the kitchen, definitely loud enough for him to hear.

No answer. “Jae…?” You turn off the faucet, hand aching now that it doesn’t have the assistance of water. Hopping off the counter you corner into the hall, wondering where he is.

The sound of rustling is apparent the closer you get to the bathroom. Peeking your head around the open door, you catch Jaehyun bent over at the cabinets.

The initial adrenaline rush has worn off, now coming into the realization that he’s shirtless, flawless skin shining under the yellow light. Strong back muscles are on show for you when he reaches to the back of the cabinet, looking around intently. With your regular hand, you graze your fingers comfortingly up his spine.

At your touch he looks behind him, met by you with a curious look on your face.

“Oh, babe. I can’t find it…” He purses his lips, saddened by the subtle wince in your face. Taking the slightly burnt hand in his before giving the tips a chaste kiss. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shake your head at him reassuringly. “It’s alright, Jae. It’s not your fault,” Wiggling your fingers playfully in front of him, showing the blush pink that forms at their starting point. “Plus it’s not that bad, just stings a little.”

The male sighs in relief, running a stressed hand through his hair before you two lean against each other on the closed cabinet. “I can pick some up?” He inquires, fluffy hair tickling against your neck.

Mouth already halfway open to accept his offer, it immediately snaps shut when you come to a horrible realization. It’s your fucking boyfriend’s birthday. “Oh fuck,” You scramble, jolting his head off your shoulder.

Worry rushes through his body when he darts his eyes on you, searching for any signs of pain. “Are you okay?!” He all but yelps, ready to rush you to the hospital at your beck and call.

“No!” You gawk. Like the drama queen he is, he's about to rush off and grab his phone to call 911. Luckily you catch his wrist just before he speeds off. “Happy birthday!” You squeal hyperactively before throwing yourself into his arms, knocking the two of you over onto the bathroom floor. Pecking his face with obnoxious smooches, relishing in his breathy chuckles.

Jaehyun thanks you kindly with a chaste kiss against your forehead, looking into your starry eyes with love. “Jeez,” He laughs airily, “I almost forgot.”

Taut forearms wrap around your waist, nuzzling your noses against one another. Sickeningly sweet, almost thick enough to drown in. “Happy Valentine’s day as well,” You giggle between innocent kisses.

“That’s today too, huh?” He quirks a knowing eyebrow at you. Wholesome gaze slowly narrowing into a playful one. A toothy grin appears on his features, “Lucky me.”

Your eyelids flutter at his flirtatious smirk. “You say that every year, silly,” You baby the man, grateful to be spending another year with him on his special day. Flitting his bangs away from his forehead you take a good look at the adonis beneath you.

Running your hand carelessly through the tresses you forget the state of your situation— on the bathroom floor with an ever swelling and injured hand. The same one you’re using to coddle your boyfriend with, actually.

Perhaps being so dick whipped over Jaehyun has turned your brain into such gooey mush that your pain sensors don’t register the stinging irritation until a few seconds after. Flinching your hand back when the scathing ache returns, “Ah, fuck,” You wince.

Jaehyun looks at you with concern, taking your wrist into his hand carefully before looking you deep in the eyes. His resemblance to a sweet puppy makes you forget that Jeong Jaehyun is, in fact, a sex-driven hornball above all else. (Asides maybe a loving boyfriend.)

Nothing could have prepared you for when he inserts the burnt fingers, specifically your index and middle, into his mouth. Encapsulated by the warmth moistness of his laving tongue, it swirls around the digits with expertise. “J-Jae! What the—” You’re thrown for a loop when he angles his head deeper, plump lips meeting the hilt of where your fingers meet your hand.

It’s almost depraved— obnoxious slurping noises emanating with every lick and suck. The pain of the burn is subsiding, easily being replaced by the ticklish and sticky sensation of his working appendage. Your gaze is now half-lidded, awestruck at his lewdness. “Jae, stop… This is embarrassing,” Your voice trails off, heat forming at your neck from the absurdity of the display.

He quickly pulls off, tongue languidly tasting every centimeter of the digits before popping off. So caught up in his ministrations the disgusting amount of saliva thickened enough to connect a thread of spit between your fingers and his lips. Fighting every urge to moan out, embarrassed that such a simple yet crude act has your core set ablaze.

Jaehyun slices the line of saliva with a pop of his lips, obnoxiously inhaling at the sight of your anguished face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He tilts his head cutely, standing the two of you up to cage you against the sink, an annoyingly dreamy smile flashing at you.

“Wh–, don’t ‘why are you looking at me like that,’ me!” You mock him before furrowing your eyebrows, having to adjust your posture so the corner of the sink doesn’t painfully stab against your back. “What the hell was that?”

The little whiskers that form at his cheeks whenever he grins too hard appears, and you’ve got half the mind to go on a solo self reflecting journey. Because it’s kind of ridiculous how this dude can be painstakingly sexy and then adorable the next.

“Do they still hurt?” Jaehyun quirks his head at your still slimy fingers, not having the heart to wipe off your boyfriend’s essence against your shorts.

You realize that he was onto something. The burnt middle and index fingers, while still a bit seared and red, were in fact void of any stinging or aching. You hum in curiosity, “Oh, no,” You raise your hand in front of your face. Turning it around from palm to back to affirm that yes, they feel okay. “What the hell? Do you have some magic toad spit that I’ve never known about?”

The male snorts at your silliness, shaking his head. Fluffy bowl flying to and fro with each bounce of his head. “I read that saliva has some healing properties for wounds,” He blanks, and you’re baffled. Giving him the most deadpan stare, you try to assess the man in front of you properly.

For such an airheaded himbo, he had the weirdest knowledge for the most niche things. The guy who doesn’t know how to tell if a loaf of bread is stale and will almost eat mold was also the same dude who had an oddly vast knowledge of navigating through forests via moss on trees, quite literally saving you guys one time during a camping trip.

You stare at him blankly while he goes on one of his very rare and random nerd rants. Something about how it accelerates ‘epidermal regeneration.’ Babbling on and on as you don’t have the heart to tell him it’s definitely something you’ll forget about within the next ten minutes.

Stopping him before he goes into his comparative thesis of saliva versus aloe, you shut him up by grabbing his cheeks. Lips blown out like a pufferfish as he tries to get the last of his tangent in.

You try to snap him out of it, “Jae, baby.”

“Yeth,” He says between puckered lips.

“It is your birthday.”

“Yeth.”

“And also Valentine’s day.”

He nods enthusiastically against your hold, “Yeth.” Tone raising a pitch with every answer.

“Don’t you think we could be doing something more important than worrying about the healing properties of saliva?” You quirk your head at him, lips forming into a sly smile as you circle your arms around his neck. You trace a teasing index finger down the valley between his pecs. Feeling up every taut dip along his well earned six pack. Bringing him as close as possible, as if you wanted your skin to actually mesh together.

Jaehyun’s eyes are widening at your touches before his jaw pops open, “Oh, oh!” Caught like a deer in the headlights. He remembers, making haste when he picks you up by your bottom. You squeal with laughter when he throws you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, practically clicking his heels together as he runs the two of you back to the bedroom.

Kicking the door that’s been left ajar wide open, he’s less than careful when he throws you onto the bed. Bouncing a few times when your body lands onto the mattress, you have little time to react when Jaehyun pounces on top of you. Immediately connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.

Running his hands up the sides of your neck until they meet the sides of your head in a grapple. Your noses rub against each other harshly when he deepens the kiss. Inhaling the refreshing scent of his aftershave, taking in his every breath gratefully.

Your own hands trail against his sides, circling against the muscles with utter joy. Wrapping your legs around his small waist to conjoin your bottom halves, arching yourself against his ever growing cock. Whispering sweet nothings of ‘I want you’ and ‘I love you’ into his ear.

He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking against the flesh with greed. When you whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure he releases you with a suckle. Upon separating, Jaehyun notices the indent that he’s left on your bottom lip, bringing a thumb to trace over the potential wound.

“Your lip baby…” He coos at you. And you lick over your bottom lip, feeling the deep markings of his teeth. “What are we going to do?” He hums, half tempted to bite hard enough to draw blood. Allured by the thought to be so rough with you that your body is covered in bite marks and the bed frame breaks.

Discerning his rhetorical question quickly, he licks slowly against your bottom lips. Making sure it’s nice and coated with his saliva, a petty call back to his tangent from a few minutes prior.

“Should hurt me more, Jae,” You goad the man above you, rubbing your pussy against his groin, hoping to spur him on. “Break me then fix me again.”

A rumble bursts through his chest, clenching his teeth in a growl when he pins you even further down the bed. “Yeah? You want that, baby?” He asks, deep voice laced with a snarl at every word.

Large hands are sliding up your waist before he slaps at your side, gripping the flesh in a rough manner. Nails digging in just enough to create creases into your skin, you bite your lip in anticipation. He grabs at your chin, forcing it open until your uvula is exposed to him. “Tongue out,” He commands, his actions already telling you exactly what he wants.

Rolling your appendage out on full display, he tuts with a smirk before bringing a hand to your throat. Stabling you when he chokes you against the pillows, fabric splaying out against the sides of your head. “Good girl…” Jaehyun murmurs, before shooting a fat wad of spit down your mouth.

Amazed at the sight, he scolds you when you try to jump the gun and gulp it down immediately. Grip on your neck tightening when he eyes you threateningly. Blocked windpipe causing you to feel light at the head. “Not yet, let me see it go down,” He demands.

Like a drop of rain against a window, he watches the spit slide down your throat until it’s out of sight. He groans in delight at your obedience, gulping the sultry drop down eagerly. Popping your lips back open to show him you’ve swallowed it whole, sticking your tongue out for extra show.

Jaehyun purrs, thumb grazing the side of your throat soothingly. “Now, what do we say?”

“Thank you… ahh,” You arch against him when he releases your throat in exchange for a hand that trails down your shorts. Jaehyun teases at your clit underneath the fabric, rubbing down between the valley of your folds. Smirking at the pool that’s already forming between your legs.

“This wet already? Just from a little kissing and petting?” The male teases you, causing you to hide your face in the crook of his shoulder. Embarrassed at how lewd his words are. “You’re so cute,” He gives you the closest to an innocent kiss before his lips are trailing down your body. “Let me make you feel good…”

“Wait!” You try to object by caging your thighs around his head when he reaches his destination. Already halfway through taking off your cotton shorts, shifting your dead weight against the bed to keep your bottom half clothed. His horny hazes put on a very temporary pause, eyes widening at your protests. “No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I… I should be making you feel good.”

“But I wanna eat you out,” He states. Strong arms separating the insides of your thighs with embarrassing ease, like you were made of feathers. “Are you going to deny me my birthday gift?”

The faux sadness has you backtracking in an instant. You shake your head immediately, upsetting the love of your life on purpose is something you would never do. “N-no…”

“Then let me eat you,” The brunette says brusquely, fingers digging back into your shorts before pulling them down in one fell swoop, panties coming along for the ride. “Oh my god,” He sighs at your glistening pussy, wetness shining against the natural daylight that permeates the bedroom.

He’s staring at your core like it’s one of the seven wonders of the world, and you’re reeling at the hooded lids that admire your folds. “Jaehyun, don’t just star— aah!”

Going to town on your pussy, he digs in immediately with a fat lick from the base to your clit. Jumping right back in when he licks eagerly at the center. Lips sucking in every glop of slick down his throat.

Having to spread your legs far apart to keep you from closing against him, the inner part of your thighs burn when he folds you into yourself. Making you ache when your knees reach almost past your head, the position allows him to dive deeper when his fat tongue slides into your pussy.

“Fuck, Jae!” You moan against his working tongue, grinding against his face, painting his face translucent with pussy juice from his chin to the tip of his nose. The stimulation felt like heaven when he brings a thumb to your clit. Circling the bud as he tongue fucks you sincerely.

“Taste so fucking good for me,” He breathes against your folds, taking a quick breath for air right before falling back in. Reaching as deep as he could, your velvety walls squeeze against the organ. Shimmying your ass against his grip facilitates his need to fuck you, grinding his clothed cock against the bed to ease some of the ache.

With the continuous dance of his tongue you begin to feel dizzy, stomach sucking in as your pussy pulsates around Jaehyun. “Jaehyun, I’m gonna cum!”

Your lover only groans in response, pushing your body even further up so now your legs wrap against his neck— body bent impossibly as you have to keep balance with your arms against the bed. Jaehyun is merciless when he motorboats his lips to and fro.

Screeching before you release against his unrelenting lips, cum leaks out of you as he eagerly chases to clean up every remnant. Thrashing against his strong hold when he laps at your clit for good measure, he laughs at your helplessness. “Pretty girl came so good for me, huh?” He teases before dropping you down, bottom half of your body pathetically plopping down onto the mattress.

Pushing yourself up with the remainder of your strength, you paw at your boyfriend. Wordlessly begging but whining for him submissively. He’s chuckling airily at your lack of words, always intrigued by how easily fucked out you get. “What? Want more already?” He asks before pushing his sweats down, cock springing to life proudly when he rids himself of his boxers.

Nodding feebly he answers your silent request by pulling you down by the ankles. “Take this off,” He bites as he whips your t-shirt off of your head. Breasts flying freely for him to admire, pinching at your nipple for good measure before aligning his member at your entrance.

Overtly cock drunk off of the handsome man that stands above you, your mind reels at the way his tip teases at your folds. Collecting the cum from your prior orgasm before using it as a lube against the shaft. Even worse, you moan when you see the trail of spit that leaves his lips before meeting the tip with accuracy.

Pumping himself a few times he quirks an eyebrow at you, cupping your pussy one more time like he’s rubbing salt into a wound. “Is this my birthday present, baby?” Possession apparent in his voice, seeking to claim every part of you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You babble, catering to his every whim in hopes of him throwing you around like an absolute rag doll. “It’s always for you, Jae. Please fuck me now,” You beg.

Clicking his teeth at your obscene display, the way you try to capture his held cock with your pussy, he shakes his head disbelievingly. The love of his life is absolutely perfect for him. Treats him so kindly, always reassures him, makes him feel like he’s on top of the world—

and always, always acts like a good little whore for him.

Descending into your weeping hole, Jaehyun bottoms out immediately. The two of you moan in unison, foreplay prepping your pussy for cock perfectly. Hole trained by his massive size for years now, you take him easily with an ooze of slick at the hilt.

“Shit,” He curses, thrusts starting off slow but with intent. Pulling out all the way languidly, tip barely connecting the two of you before he shoves himself back in mercilessly. Having to fight his way out as you clench so tightly, never wanting him to leave. “Pussy is so wet and tight.”

Your heated walls suck him back earnestly as he speeds up, pushing your thighs back again. Letting one of your legs prop against his shoulder. Position reminiscent of how he’d eaten you out minutes before.

“Jae!” You cry out, tip hitting the spongy wall in your core with absolute precision. Leaning into you further to hit the same spot in succession, your grated moans an absolute melody to his ears.

Name leaving your lips like a mantra, he loses himself in your body. Cock dragging against your walls deliciously before he takes your flinging leg into his large hand, grabbing at your calf to stabilize the flailing movements.

You arch your back when he brings your foot to his mouth, licking against the ring toe from the base to the tip. Taking the smaller digit into his mouth before suckling against it, swirling his tongue against the bud. The multiple stimuli cause your eyes to roll to the back of your head, whites of your eyes visible.

“J-jae.. No…” You pathetically protest, trying to fight the pleasure that such an absurd act could cause you. But Jaehyun’s too strong, keeping your foot rock in place before releasing it. Laving a lick from the base of your foot to the top again, obnoxious smooch against your sole to top it off. Ticklish impact causing a shudder throughout your entire body.

He chuckles. “You’re so nasty. You love this shit, don’t you?” He says while fucking into you, punctuating the last two words with particularly harsh thrusts.

Fucked out mouth open for so long, drool starts to trail down your lip. He lays his chest against yours before lapping it up. Licking your face up shamelessly, spreading the sticky mess out even further. Turning you into his painting.

The room is bursting with heat, bodies slapping against each other in harmony. He looks at you lovingly, jaw dropped at how good you feel. “Wanna know what I want most for my birthday?” He asks, voice strained as he tries to maintain his cool.

Unable to answer, you opt to bob your head. Scratching at his shoulder blades down the blades, nails digging into the flesh when you reach his forearms. Flashing a flushed smile at the way he scrunches his face in pleasure.

“Wish you’d let me give you a baby,” He snarls into your ear. Thrusts are ever endless as his hips slam into you, pubis slapping against your clit each time. “Let me fuck my cum into you. Fuck loads of cum into you ‘til you’re swollen with my babies.”

You scream at his words along with the plunge of his cock, mind frazzled at the visuals that Jaehyun plants into your head. “You want to have… a baby?” Brain processing the wish much too slow, but Jaehyun adores it, loving when you turn into a dumb slut for him.

“Uh huh,” He hums, kissing against the ankle that lays against his shoulder. “Wanna see your belly get big for me… How full your fucking tits would get with milk…” He fantasizes about all of the times he’s had you in the position of motherhood. Sucking the milk out of your breasts selfishly until there’s none left for the baby.

The thought only spurs him on, fucking you even harder until he’s brought back by the tightening of your core. Your second orgasm coming in close, pussy spasming as it yearns for release.

“Pleasee,” You whine, glistening eyes fluttering at him with wanton moans. Playing with your breasts, fondling them with your nipples pinched at the tip to further your stimulation. “I’ll do anything you want, Jae. I’ll give you a baby. Breed me.” Begging unyielding, never stopping until Jaehyun turns you into the cumslut he wants you to be.

“Yeah? Take this fucking load then,” He grabs at the flesh at your hips, thumbs circling into the bottom corners of your tummy. Lost in the way the outline of his cock is traceable through your belly, daydreaming of the day that same tummy would be full of his children.

It would be much longer until you guys got there. But fuck, a man should be able to dream if he wants to.

With a rough pinch of your clit, you scream to high heaven when his tip hits your cervix. Cumming all over when the wetness gushes over Jaehyun’s abdomen, causing an anguished groan to overtake his body. Shuddering at the way your pussy takes a death grip on his shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He roars before spilling into you, seed painting your walls white to the very brim. Pushing himself to the limits by fucking you even more, until he can’t handle it himself either. Until he’s sure his cum would reach the deepest parts of you. Until he’s satisfied with the possibility of it breaking past the statistic of your birth control.

Pain starts to swell in his balls at the overstimulation, you as well as you thrash to get away from his grasp. When he’s finally spent he falls flat on top of you, limp and overused cock softening in your hole. Cum spilling out of you as the two of you breathe heavily in unison.

He can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, how he let himself get so into the thought of impregnating you. But your reaction reassures him that his hope isn’t misplaced. Running a hand through his hair in relief, he looks over at you lovingly. “So, spit huh?”

“Oh, fuck. Don’t even start,” You groan out, hugging him close before kissing his temple delicately. Room reeking of sex, absolute stench of unadulterated love and devotion swirling through the room. The two of you look into each other’s eyes before letting your noses meet in a sweet nuzzle, “Happy birthday, my Valentine.”

“And Happy Valentine’s day, my love,” He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, chuckling against the plushness while he runs a hand down your back. “I love you so much.”

“Mm, love you even more.” You try to argue, but you’re quick to stop when he pinches your ass. Swatting his hand away you laugh boisterously when he rolls the two of you onto your sides. When the noise subsides, you pause to look at him. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean all that? Y’know, the baby stuff?” You ask carefully, feeling as if you’re walking on eggshells. Though the actual context may have been beyond dirty, you’re afraid to tell him that you’ve thought about it seriously. To live your life by his side indefinitely along with the family you’ve created.

Without a hint of hesitation, he nods confidently. “I did,” He answers. “I want to start a family with you. Obviously not now, but someday. I hope it’s me that you choose.”

You crease your eyebrows at him, heart beating at an unbearable pace. “Of course, Jae. It’s always going to be you,” You pull him in, hugging him so tight. Never ever thinking of letting go, making sure that the two of you belong to each other forever.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Relishing in the silence and each other’s company. The sun rises even higher, trickling into your room as sweet whispers and promises are exchanged. Loving kisses on every present body part. A Valentine’s Day true to its core.

Until, “Hey, Jae?” You rub at his shoulder.

“Mm,” He burls, eyelids shut to regain energy after your intense fuck.

“What’s that smell?” You ask, sniffing the air as an unpleasant sensation meets your nose.

“I mean, there’s still cum on the sheets, babe. It’s gonna be kinda smelly.” He doesn’t budge, arm limp as it’s slung around your waist.

“No, no, not the cum,” You shut him down lazily, half asleep yourself. Inhaling even deeper to try and recognize the scent. “It’s like, it smells— oh FUCK!” You screech, springing out of bed in your birthday suit minus the flip flops you steal from Jaehyun’s side of the bed.

“What?!” He yells with you, running after you in his own birthday (no pun intended) suit, flaccid cock bouncing with him as he follows you into the kitchen.

You’re a screeching mess when you fling the oven gasket open, forgotten cookies charred beyond any kind of saving. “I forgot them!” You cry, whining helplessly as you toss the abominations into the trash.

Jaehyun cackles at the sight of you naked with oven mitts, empty tray held limply as you cry out in anguish. “They were supposed to be your surprise cookies,” You complain, beating yourself up for being so careless. Damn Jeong Jaehyun and his fat fucking cock.

He urges you to place the hot cookie tray on top of the stove, hugging you from behind and reassuring you that it’s okay. “It’s okay, baby. We can just make another batch,” He coos at you. Awkward fabric of the mitts wrapping around his waist as you hug him back.

Needless to say, the two of you complete a successful batch of cookies in no less than an hour. After a much deserved bath and putting on some very cozy clothes— the two of you now sit together at your dining table. Decorating the heart shaped sugar cookies with pink and red frosting, some adorning silly faces or intricate designs.

You look at the love of your life with adoration, how cute he is when he’s focused. Frosting bag assisting him in drawing a pretty flower, presenting it to you proudly. “Not bad, huh?” He gloats.

Shaking your head at him you giggle when he has no qualms in eating his creation right away. The two of you exchange another kiss, frosting leaving a saccharine taste against your lips.

The domesticity of it all has you hopeful for the future. Unable to imagine a life without him, not that you would ever want one. Another year with your favorite person on your favorite day, you can’t help but love endlessly. You smile from ear to ear, unable to control yourself when you smear pink frosting all over his nose.

“Babe!” He whines.

Yep.

Your Valentine Boy.

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author's note: thank u for reading again, happy valentine/jaehyun day<3

(he should really get mc aloe and bandaids tbh)

unedited as of 221302

[x-exo-l]

Bonus:

[kiwd]

i love you jungoo.

[wonymelle]

baby star candy ⭐

(not mine)

[lovereist]

[misdior]

コトン ── ソフト

[hopeinthebox]

it's about time

[lovekawaiidoll]

[325files]

cut me open, take my heart…

…so we'll never be apart

[baepinkmood]

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