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minghaoss-archive · 6 years ago

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ok so here's the taeil smut i wrote a long long time ago- the link to this isn't working on the masterlist you can read it here sgjsjs

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Sweetness(M)

warning - soft, really soft.

summary - taeil is not familiar with the likes of love until a night at a dirty diner changes his life forever.

Moon Taeil

……..

Whilst you visit South Korea, you have little intention of getting attached but it all changes tonight.

When you hug your shirt to your body and decide it’s time for you to push open the door of the secluded little restaurant, you try not to collapse into the warmth the room provides.

Taking a stool to the counter and pulling out the slot that containted a menu. Your eyes sought an espresso and the chicken breast steak they had, which you anticipated with an eager stomach once you ordered. The place was tacky and cheap but it fit your bills so you weren’t one to complain. Your nails tapped against the marbel of the counter, head bobbing lightly to some undetermined song that was played at a very low volume.

It was only when someone pulled a chair beside you that you broke from your trance. You couldn’t help but smell the colonge on this stranger, he smelled ……..expensive, albeit he was heavily dressed in an oversized grayish purple slacky hoodie, the hood of which was draped on his head and covered all the way to his face, his sleeves swallowed in his hands, a mask was draped over his mouth, so ordinary he looked, there was little to him that you could see, but you sensed an odd air of foreignness to him, like something that was out of place.

A weird wave of eagerness towards him interested you, maybe it was because of your famished state or whatever. You’d rather not think about food.

Taeil looked at you with the corner of his eyes, noticing you watching him, ears perking to pick up his voice once the waiter comes along to take his order but yet, to your dismay, he simply taps the menu. You don’t know if you should make conversation, fleeting glances shot at him as he sits patiently, straight, like a child that was scolded to adopt strict table manners.

You almost laugh, swallowing it down because you don’t know him.

It’s not until he sighs tiredly, dropping his head to the counter, that you decide to speak. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” his head whips at you, face still pressed against the expanse of the white marbel. For the first time, you see his eyes, they’re the blackest pair you’ve ever seen, smoldering and sparkling and slightly widened that you’ve spoken to him. “That’s really dirty. I bet if you’re lucky enough, you’ll get an STD just by doing this.” Your hands wave at his head, animatedly, in a circle to point it out.

He immediately retracts, almost falling off of the stool as he jerks in action. Letting out a snort, you watch him in wonderment. He really is a child.

Your eyes bore into the side of his face, amused by his antics. The boy resorted to such seriousness, it almost makes you want to tell him to calm down as you watch him shamelessly.

Taking his mask off and wiping at his skin so rashly, you were scared he might scrape it off, he was still rubbing, like it was his mere duty to. “Relax.” You finally say, palms lightly pressed against his back, his shoulders slump at your assurance, expecting you to admit you were horsing around. He looks at your hand for a good minute before you swat it away.

“STDs can only be transmitted through sex, maybe you’ll…….live long enough to find out what happens instead.” Your smirk is something he can hear when you say these things, he groans at your banter finally deciding to look at your notorious face.

His eyes, like two shiny gems, blink at you, watching you watch him back. You can’t help but notice he’s really attractive, with his black hair swept to the side, fringe falling in his eyes, jaw strong and sharp. His mouth is mauve, like he had been out in the cold so long that it’d changed colors but his eyes are the most striking of his features. They’re like two slits of the nightsky for eyes. When it all comes together, you immediately grasp onto the familiarity seeping into the restaurant. Your eyes widen, you wanted to scream ‘bingo!’ “You’re-”

“Taeil.” He nods, looking sideways and then gazing back at you again. His desperation to not be spotted is silent but evident in his face. “Don’t tell anyone.” The celebrity watches you nod, frowning when you go quiet at knowing who he really is, he picks up the mask to drape it on his face again.

A strong smell of buffalo wings wafted through the air interrupting the peaceful silence you were sharing. Your previous waiter has apparently switched shifts with another, very, flirty girl. It doesn’t take a genius to know why she brings over Taeil’s food before yours. Even though she can barely see him, it wasn’t hard to tell he was handsome. From the mask sticking to the angular curve of his jaw, to the exposure of his sparkling eyes, you name it.

All of it had the poor girl twisting a strand of her hair between her perfectly manicured fingers, accidentally, leaning a little too far to drop off Taeil’s food on the counter.

You eye him, to see what he does. His gaze settles lifelessly on the ceiling, as if she didn’t exist. Blinking rapidly so he didn’t have to look at her body. Cute. You think, before your gaze lands on his plate. Goddamnit, you were hungry and as much as it amused you to watch the waitress act out her antics, it pissed you off, that your food wasn’t here yet. Regardless of you ordering before.

You clear your throat, trying not to swear. She doesn’t look at you, carefully watching Taeil as he spreads out his hands on the counter, waiting for her to leave so he could take off his mask. “Excuse me?” Your patience runs thin but you try your best to stick to being an adult and not acting on your appetite.

Alas, it comes to no avail but rather she leans on her palms, easing into staring at him. He doesn’t look at her once, shifting his fork to poke at the warm mashed potatoes and vegetables that came with the buffalo wings. Mashed potatoes, you gulp, your temper breaking all bounds. Fuck it.

“Would you fucking bring my food before I call your damn manager?” Your head is tilted when she furrows her eyebrows at you, eyes rolling off the walls of the restaurants as if to think of an excuse. You can feel Taeil’s eyes on you, cheeks heating up at the attention. Way to make a first impression.

“You gotta learn how to be patient when you come here with that filthy mouth of yours.” She snarls, attempting to go back to her previous stance.

“Interesting. And you gotta learn how to fucking stop staring at a customer before I whoop your ass back to the kitchen.” You spat, watching her eyes widen when you nonchalantly wave at the manager at the back of the spreadout kitchen; you knew him, personally, from your frequent visits.

You could tell he wanted a taste of you from the way he shyly smiles back, summoning her. So she hastily walks back to the kitchen, leaving you two.

Your triumphant grin sits perfectly at your mouth, realizing what you just did in front of an adorable guy. Well, that went out of the window. Not that you had any chances. You sigh morosely, failing to notice the boy’s steadfast stare on your face.

Taeil is so amused he can barely contain the grin gracing his face when he takes off the pesky mask. You watch him, pressing his lips into a tight line, like he was trying his erupt into giggles, he digs the fork into a piece of carrot.

“Mm.” With shakes of that head of his, replaying your whimsical outburst, he stares down at his plate.

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He continues to look at his food, rolling up his sleeves so he could grab at the buffalo wing. “You’re so weird.” He doesn’t think much when he says this so you frown, trying not to look at his food too much. But then there was the stupid scent of which that you couldn’t avoid. Think of something else, you berate yourself, peaceful thoughts, kittens, paws, pianos-

grrr, an involuntary grown erupts from the depths of your stomach which catches Taeil’s attention, he glances at you and for the first time ever, you see it, his smile.

It’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, his plump lips curve upwards to reveal his white teeth, eyes slightly widened and eyebrows furrowed in amusement. “And you’re hungry too.” he further jokes, collecting a little bit of mashed potatoes on his spare spoon.

“I am no-“ you open your mouth to defend your deflated pride, but he takes this as an opportunity to poke the spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth. Your squint your eyes in surprise letting the saltiness of the potatoes settle on your tongue as he pulls the spoon out. Licking the remaining mash off.

Your cheeks tinge a bright shade of red at his action as he goes back to his food with a meek grin on his face. “Why’d you do that?” You ask blinking at him when he pays undivided attention to his food. His foot faces into one of the joints of your stool and he pulls you to sit closer to him. “Cause I wanted to.”

“And why’d you do this?” You ask, a lopsided smirk on your face, his shoulders rise as he shrugs. “Cause I wanted to.” “And I’m the weird one.” He watches you roll your eyes, smiling wider than before, at you. You’re, without weighing, the most fascinating person he’s ever seen.

“You are.” He confirms, intentionally nudging your shoulder. You almost fall off but grab onto his forearm to regain balance. “Hey!” playfully smacking his arm, you watch your food finally arrive.

He snorts, nudging you again, so you nudge back; an unfiltered grin plastered on your face. He watches you crack your knuckles, picking up your plastic fork and knife to cut through your meal.

“You gotta give me a bite.” He comments, his face wearing a serious expression, you roll your eyes again. “Why would I do that?” You ask, chewing on a piece of sliced chicken breast. He doesn’t answer, watching you cut another piece, and blowing it before he leans over and devours the cut meat. “Why’d you do that?” You frown at him, he chuckles, his hand at his chest to gain some composure.

As he settles into his seat, he looks back at you again. “Cause I wanted to.” His response has you groaning as he breaks into another fit of hysteric laughter.

The clock strikes midnight and you two crack jokes here and there, he eases into getting to know a lot about you but barely says much about himself. He hardly talks, passing on his intentions through actions instead. So he leans his head on his palm, watching you with great intent.

“What else do you want?” You finally ask, “I’m just saying who knows maybe you’ll push me off the stool and dislocate my jaw and then go all like ‘cause I wanted to’” Taeil laughs again, shaking his head at your weird sense of humor. “Well..” he says, “I wanna go out now cause they’ll kick us out in 15 minutes.” His pointed glance at the closing time plastered against one of the walls makes you both get up and leave the restaurant behind, sheepish smiles shot at the weary staff.

You decide the universe is out to punish you the cold wind hitting your face, eliciting a hiss from you once you’re on the pavement.

At this point, you expect Taeil to leave but he strides along with you. The milky glow of the moon kissing the side of his face. “I had fun.” You say and he smiles at his feet. Knowing him, he probably won’t ask for your number. You inwardly sigh, you gotta do it yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I want?”

“Am I supposed to?” His hand bumps into yours for a fleeting moment, the contact giving you a crazy idea.

“Just ask, damnit.” He laughs at your forwardness, stopping in his tracks as he pulls his hand out and pats at your head. “What do you want, weirdo?” His gaze on your face is unwavering, “your number.” You say, smirking at your own smoothness, as you slip your fingers into his. His knuckles freeze at the contact at first but then he melts into your touch. “Can I have it?” You impatiently inquire, having you pull towards the destination to your place.

“No.” He smirks, making you hit his arm so he drapes it around your body, pulling you closer.

“Loser.” You huff as he rests his chin on your head. “You can have it.” His breathy giggle reverberates in his chest, as he sighs, feeling the cotton of your shirt underneath his fingers.

Hoping you don’t notice the erratic beat of his heart, he patiently walks along the narrow streets of your place.

When you reach your place, you watch Taeil’s eyes twinkle under the yellow touch of the streetlight.

An urge governs you, kiss him, your brain echoes, as really fucking cheesy it sounds, you give into it.

Your toes support you as you stand on them, pressing a kiss to Taeil’s lips. The skin noticeably heats under the soft friction, he widens his eyes in surprise. Watching you grin back at him. “Why’d you do that?” He asks, flustered.

You shrug, “Cause I wanted to.” and he laughs, his shoulders shaking as he pecks your mouth before pulling away. “Weirdo.”

From a stranger behind the screen to your front door. From stealing glances to notorious banter, so much can happen in a matter of a night.

What a change of events.

………

You’re seeing Taeil for a few months now, always attending his concerts, eating out, kissing, holding hands but neither of you have taken it as far as doing it. You think it comes naturally to him that he doesn’t initiate it because he’s just shy. He doesn’t want you to feel weird when he touches you so you don’t notify him of the lewd dreams you’ve had of his face between your legs.

All of this takes a horrible turn when you spot Taeil having a boisterous conversation with one of his crew members. She laughs at something he says, her hand landing at his chest. He eyes it for a second, before moving away but doesn’t say anything. The woman becomes slightly flustered, apologies falling off of her lips at his action. He simply nods. There is no real reason why you should be mad but you can’t help the petulant fit bubbling at your stomach when you see them. You want him to be yours.

When his gaze finally lands on you, he breaks into a sprint, approaching your pouty face and kissing the jutted lip. As if reading your mind, he kisses you again. “Don’t be mad, weirdo. I only lov-like one weirdo.”

You cock your brow in half jealousy and registering his half said sentence. “Oh you mean you love me.” He shakes his head a no, your face still in his hands, a wide grin on his face. You take a step back, finger pressing at his chest, “then why are you kissing me?” removing your small hand and holding your face, he kisses you again. “Well because…….I love you.” Your smile makes him pull you into a tight embrace.

“Taeil.” You whisper, looking down at his lips.

“Hm?” His smile is still sporting, fingers grazing your jaw.

“I wanna sleep at your place tonight.” He smirks at your suggestion, pressing yet another kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Alright.” You let him haul you out of the post signing event and to his car.

……….

The drive to his house is pretty much like all of your shared drives, with his fingers drumming at the steering and both of you humming to some tune on the radio.

It brings you back to where you are now, your robe clad body laid on his bed and the sound of a shower going off in the background as Taeil sings Bobby Kim’s Mama. You can listen to his voice all day, the slight delicacy in it that leaves you speechless.

Once hear the shower door open, with your boyfriend walking out in a towel wrapped around his skimpy waist.

Your thoughts go down the gutter, smirking at his bare, caramel colored back as he picks out his clothes. His bum made out a curved print against the white towel.

Unable to control your libido, you go up and hug him from behind and he hums in response. “What’s gotten into you today?” His tone is jocular, one hand placed on yours as he turns to you.

“Nothing.” Your pout makes him chuckle, giving you an amazing opportunity to pounce on him, kissing him in a very ravenous manner, backing up towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress.

He pulls away, momentarily, to look at your flushed face. “Is that so?” You shake your head a no, snaking your hand into the lining of his towel before pulling it apart.

He gasps at the suddenness, “eager, are you?” Your thighs encircle his naked waist as he kisses you, the unanswered question hovering in the air, “you’re talking so much today.” You retort, barely above a whisper, whining at him whilst he continues to move his mouth down to the expanse of your neck leaving open mouthed kisses against the heated skin. He touches you like he’s been touching you his whole life, knowing every curve and bump on your body.

His hands stop at your ribboned robe, searching your eyes for permission so you nod vehemently. Watching him, a serious expression strewn on his handsome face as he continues to pull at your attire and stripping you off.

It felt so fucking ridiculous, getting aroused at the mere touch of the rough pads of his fingers but there was no denying it was all you wanted. He was all you wanted.

His fingers leave feather light touches at your skin, the sensation sending your hips off the bed, heat shooting to your core. Growing frustrated, you grab his hand and place it on your dripping core. Taeil groans at the feeling of the moist warmth pressing against his fingers. “Fuck me already.” You mewl at the friction of his hands but he gladly complies.

“You’re so wet.” He breathes against your neck, feeling your juices collect on his fingers. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” There’s a notorious ringing in his voice that makes you want to punch him but you’d rather have him fuck you into the mattress. He parts your legs, so far apart that you’re scared he might rip them off.

Rather, it eggs him on to see your face contort when he positions himself at your entrace. “No..” you sigh, his eyes searching yours cautiously, do you want to stop? Were you okay? “I want to ride you.” You whimper, getting on your knees and pushing him to the bed. Goddamnit, he thinks. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.” he breathes out.

Taeil sits up, assessing you while you throw one of your thighs over lap before holding his erected member in place. “When did……..you get so fiesty-God.” The sight of his face is something that alone is enough to make you cum. His eyebrows are knitted together, his mouth slightly parted, hands grabbing at your hips as you slump down on him.

“Since you haven’t fucked me in a million y-years.”

You can feel him smirk into your neck, his ragged breath against your skin sending chills down your spine.

A feeling of being completely overhwhelms you, admirable size of him stretching you out, pain subsiding with a shot of pleasure as you glide your hips into his.

“Taeil…….” your fingers tremble, feeling his member twitch in you. It was such a filthy way to be each other’s but neither of you minded it one bit. There’s no other man you’d share your body with other than him. And you love him.

“You feel so good-oh.” His head lolls back, your hips beginning to become sore. Nails pressed into his shoulder as he groans. Your cheeks redden and hearts beat rapidly at the feeling of becoming one. Taeil groans, his fingers digging into your sides, scarring them.

He fastens his pace, pulling out so he can thrust back in with an atrocious force. Drops of sweat collect on his forehead, his lip collected in between his teeth as if he were holding in a moan. You watch him in awe, tracing his face, “I love you.” The tone of his voice catches you off guard, he just said he loves you. He loves you, your Moon Taeil, he lov-“I-I love you too.”

Walls clench around his member as the searing coil inside your stomach tightens, hips jerking into his as you reach your high. His palms cradle your body into his, your core still scorching from your post drive. You continue to sit back down on his cock. Hips tensing In lethargy. “It’s okay, let me do it.”

Taeil continues to thrust into your core, pushing you down with the force of his hands. You can tell he’s almost there, if not entirely, because of his ragged breathing, his low grumbling of your name. His lips ghost over the sweat sheening on the skin of your neck, thrusts ragged and slowing from its monstrous pace before he’s over taken by a white hot wave obligating him to an hasty release.

He pulls out, lying down beside you, chests rising and falling at the after effect of it all; sweat trickled down his forehead as he kisses your temple, pulling you closer. “You okay?” You nod, lacing your arms around his body.

Tangled in his sheets, the beats of your hearts, the only noise present to interject the silence.

“You need to clean me up though.” He chuckles, agreeing, before a glint of mischief appears in his features. “Who knew you had such dirty things in that mind of yours.”

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