#nct lee taeyong

[cancersole]

Necesito un beso tierno.

[jhdyuiee]

Late Sesh

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: ̗̀➛ pairing: IDOL!taeyong x PRODUCER!Y/N

: ̗̀➛ warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, co-workers, name-calling (baby & slut), protected sex, semi public sex (studio sex), fingering, breast play, secret relationship, friends w/ benefits

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k

: ̗̀➛ a.n: hii again! this is the 2nd fic i’m releasing today 😆, i hope yall enjoy this short one since i did enjoy coming up with the story! anyways i will release more in the future before i go back to school, i promise !! anyhow i hope u enjoyed yutas & taeyongs stories, thank uu to u all who read n enjoyed it i rlly appreciate it!! i love u all && see u next time, jiji out 🤍 [link to yuta’s story: YUTA.]

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It was already past 12 in the morning when I sat here in my studio waiting for him to arrive.

The infamous Lee Taeyong.

It was scheduled for us to record the last B-Side off his 2nd Mini Album. Taeyong actually was the one to suggest we record late “to better set the mood.”

I had no problem with it actually, in fact I enjoyed late-night recording sessions. As the minutes passed there was still no sign of him and just when I was about to call him, there was a knock on my studio door.

I got up, opening it. Speak of the devil.

“You’re late,” I reminded the male as he plopped down on the couch I had in my studio.

“I stopped by the bathroom,” he shrugged.

“Just get inside,” I replied, handing him the lyric sheet to 404 Loading.

He took it, pecking my cheek before stepping inside. My face felt hot, probably even visibly redder than a tomato. ‘He’s too flirty.’

A couple hours later we wrapped up, and he decided on a “celebration.” So here I am in my recording studio straddling his lap and our lips colliding with each other. His hands traveled my body, and mine stayed placed on his nape.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hands grope my ass, causing me to start grinding on his semi-hard cock. His hands then traveled to my hips, urging me to grind harder against him. The sensation of his hard cock on my now sensitive clit made everything unbearable. It felt like I would just cum from dry-humping the male.

“Take off your shorts,” he whispered. I got up from his lap and shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong which was now soaked. Taeyong pulled me by the string, sitting me back on his lap. I faced the other way, his breath on my neck and his hands cupping my sex.

“Wet all for me,” he whispered into my ear again.

His hand then went under my underwear, teasing my clit and my slit. He played with them for a while until I kept squirming at his touch. “Yo-your fingers, pl-please,” I pleaded.

Taeyong scoffed lowly, before plunging in two of his fingers inside my cunt. He kept a steady pace, slowly increasing it the louder I got. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he said, kissing my cheek.

His fingers went in and out of me, while his mouth worked it’s way on my neck, and his thumb worked it’s way on my clit. His thumb teased, circled, and pinched my clit. I was growing overstimulated from everything. He was everywhere. I loved it.

“Cumming already? Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby.”

His words triggered the knot inside my stomach undone, like a command with no hesitation of abiding by. He took his fingers out, licking them clean inside his mouth as he looked down at me. I was already a mess and we haven’t even gotten too far yet.

“Shirt off. Everything off,” he said, tugging at the material on my top.

I took it off along with my bra and underwear. I stood naked in front of him. I saw as he licked his lips, eyeing me like his next meal.

“Your body’s perfect, so fucking beautiful,” Taeyong said, as he took one breast in his hand. His other hand followed along until both hands fondled and played with my breast. Slowly then he brought me closer, and was back on his lap.

He took his hands off my breasts, his mouth soon replaced them. I watched as his mouth sucked on patches of my skin and his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples until they were hard. He let go with a pop, taking off his shirt. “Get up for a bit, I’m gonna grab a condom.”

I stood up, sitting down next to where he was and watched as he grabbed a condom from the “secret drawer” he made in my studio. He brought his sweats and boxers down, until his hard aching cock stood proudly against him.

Taeyong slid the condom down, and walked back to the couch where I waited. “Come sit on it,” he said, grabbing onto my hips. He guided me down on his cock, as it stretched my insides out. I know we’ve done this multiple times before, but I still can’t get used to his size. I moaned out his name repeatedly the more he went inside, and once it was all in he whispered into my ear. “Ready?” I nodded.

He started thrusting into me, and I soon joined in when his thrusts got faster. I bounced on him, feeling as he reached deep inside me. “Look at you, you’re doing so well.” There he goes, his praises. His praises have always turned me on even more, pushed me a little bit more.

“I lo-love it!” I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.

“You feel so fucking good, so warm, so tight, so wet.”

Yes.

“You love it when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you clench around me.”

Yes.

“Fuck. Hold it in baby, wait until I’m ready to come, okay.”

“Yes, I-I will wait,” I whimpered.

“I wonder if someone will come in, and see how much of a slut you are,” he teased.

I turned to the door and saw it was unlocked, shit. Taeyong then suddenly grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. “Eyes on me slut.”

“Sorry,” I said softly.

He thrusted into me even more, the pace increasing. Taeyong’s hand then went down into my clit, playing with it. He edged me even more. “Pl-Please let me cum already,” I said with watery eyes.

Taeyong smiled, kissing my lips. “Cum with me baby.”

One brutal thrust and we both came crashing down. My head went back, my vision whitened. I heard as Taeyong groaned, his breaths trying to calm down.

“Stay here, I’ll go get something to clean you up,” Taeyong said, as he detached himself from me and laid me on the couch. I watched as he discarded the condom and left the door.

My eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closing. ‘I really just fucked Taeyong in my studio couch’ I thought. ‘Now I can’t look at it the same way any more.’ I sighed, then giggled. I waited here for his return.

For his love.

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© jhdyuiee

24.03.26

[winwintea]

THANK YOU TAEYONG

[aestradairio]

. ᰋ I like my donuts with jam in the middle ݁ ੭

[tyonghub]

[jaerontaemo]

MY HEART 😩💔

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Taeyong ꒰ ꒰ nct ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[hyunsuksswife]

@restlesswritings

[ourdadai]

oioii, você poderia fazer locks do taeyong? 🤍

nct [ taeyong ] lockscreens ♡

[yeoosaangg]

៹ SLOW DOWN || KINKTOBER ─ Day 25

➛ PAIRING:: LEE TAEYONG × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: SLOW DOWN — CHASE ATLANTIC

⤷ ❝YOU'RE BURIED IN THE PILLOW, YEAH, YOU'RE SO LOUD.❞

➛ GENRE:: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, NON-IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: TOYS, DROOLING, DUMBIFICATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, OVERSTIMULATION, THROAT FUCKING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You stare at your bed in disbelief.

Your boyfriend was standing next to you excitedly, waiting for your response to his surprise gifts.

Y/n: Sex toys?

Taeyong: Yeah! We've talked about adding more to our sex life, so I thought this was a great day to start.

Y/n: For my birthday?

He nods, still adorning that huge grin on his face.

It's not that you don't like it, it just caught you so off guard. But you find him so adorable.

Y/n: Is this your subtle way of wanting to give me birthday sex?

His cheeks flush, but he nods.

Y/n: Then pick out your favorites while I get naked.

He giggles the whole time he places a toy on your nightstand, peeking at you from his peripheral. The way your tits bounce as you take off your skirt kickstarts his cock.

Taeyong: Can you wear these?

You look at his hands to see cat ears and a tail.

Y/n: Oh? I didn't know you were into that.

Taeyong: You don't have to! Was just a suggestion.

It's your turn to giggle as you grab the ears.

Y/n: What Master wants, Master gets.

You meant to tease him, but that name completely shifts Taeyong's personality 100%. His eyes darken and his soft smile turns into a sly smirk.

You yelp when he roughly shoves you onto the bed.

Taeyong: We've gotta prep you first, kitten. Maybe we should use this vibrator after my fingers, hm?

The more he moves around the room to get the lube, you slip further into a submissive headspace.

You're both switches, but tonight feels a lot different than your usual back and forth fight for dominance. Tonight's the first time you both settle on one specific headspace.

He covers his hands in lube, lathering it so it gets warm.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

He makes sure the outside of your hole gets coated in lubricant before his middle fingers prods your hole. He slowly slides it in, not wanting to overwhelm you.

It's your first time getting stimulated down there, so he'd rather play it safe.

Especially since it's your birthday.

Your breathing is slow with anticipation. His finger stops when his knuckle meets the flesh of your ass cheek. He leans down to plant kisses on your already shaking thighs.

Taeyong: I've barely even touched you, kitten. Does the idea of wearing a tail have you excited.

Y/n: Yes, Master. Feels so good.

He moans at the new title. His cock feels restricted in the fabric of his tight jeans, but he doesn't rush the process.

He starts to pump his finger into you agonizingly slow.

You're whimpering like a needy bitch more than usual. And your boyfriend fucking loves it. He never thought that he'd love being in control so much, but looking down at you as his finger works you open - he's screwed.

Y/n: Master, I want more.

He adds another finger, still taking his time so you adjust to the stretch. He can tell that it's not enough for you, so he adds more lube before a third finger joins the party.

You sigh in content, relaxing against the mattress. This seemed to help as Taeyong starts to pump his fingers a lot quicker than the first time.

Y/n: So full.

Taeyong: Yeah? How's it feel, kitten?

Y/n: Good. Very, very good.

Taeyong: How about I go faster?

He doesn't even wait for a response before he pumps his three fingers knuckle deep in your ass. You scream in pleasure, grabbing your legs for support.

Y/n: Master, I'm gonna cum!

The fsct that he hasn't even played with your pussy and you're already cumming boosts his ego.

Taeyong: Go ahead, kitten.

He works your ass open as you cum untouched. The stimulation to your ass was enough to make you cum without needing him in your needy cunt.

Taeyong: I think you're ready for the tail.

You moan, nodding in agreement.

His fingers stay inside you when he places the cold plug against your hole. He pushes it inside, fingers slipping out so your hole swallows the plug.

He massages your ass, watching your face scrunch as you get used to having something other than his cock inside you - and in a new place at that.

He reaches over and grabs a very huge, vibrating dildo.

Taeyong: I got it customized to be an exact replica of my cock in case you ever miss me when I'm at work.

You bite your bottom lip as he runs it up and down your folds. You are so fucking wet for him, it's driving him insane.

He turns it on to it's lowest setting, shoving it into your pretty pussy.

Taeyong: How's it feel to be double stuffed, hm?

Y/n: S'Good. Higher, please.

He turns up the vibration a few settings and watches you writhe on the bed.

Taeyong: You look so fuckable, kitten.

Y/n: Only for you.

He smirks, starting to strip of his clothes because he's starting to feel too hot.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan loudly. Seeing him naked isn't anything new to you, but he surely takes your breath away every time.

He increases the speed and intensity of the vibrating dildo to it's highest setting. He holds your legs against your chest as you squirm from the overstimulation.

Y/n: Fuck! Too much!

He leans down to kiss you, muffling your screams as his hands leave bruises on the back of your thighs.

He can feel you trying to push him away with your legs, but the way they're shaking makes it impossible to use any strength you had left.

He uses one arm to hold your legs while the other pushes the dildo deeper, hitting the spot you needed it the most. You grab at the sheets as you cum again, toes curling from the pleasure.

Taeyong: Such a good kitten. Now get on your knees and suck Master's fucking cock.

He takes the dildo out of your pussy and turns it off, leaving it on the nightstand. He helps you off the bed and sits on the edge, you kneeling in front of him.

You don't even wait for another command and grab his cock, slapping your face with it.

Taeyong: Fucking hell, kitten. You're so nasty.

You take all of him into your mouth, using your hand when you couldn't fit the rest. Your other hand plays with his balls while your tongue coats the underside of his cock with spit.

Your chin gets covered in your own slob mixed with his pre-cum. Your eyes slightly tear up, and the sight excites your boyfriend more than anything.

Taeyong: Oh, fuck!

You bob your head up and down as far as you could go. He grabs your hair to ground himself. He was starting to feel submissive himself, so he does the natural thing - fucks into your mouth.

You rest your arms behind your back and let him slam his hips against your face. His balls smack the bottom of your chin and his tip hits the back of your throat.

Taeyong: Look at you, my own, personal fleshlight. I bought one, yet your mouth easily replaces it.

You look up at him, which proves to work since he spills his cum down your throat.

Taeyong: You're such a good kitten.

He's breathing heavily when you pull your mouth off his dick with a pop. You rest your head on his thigh, looking up at him with a smile.

Taeyong: Did you really think that was the end, kitten?

You widen your eyes when he pulls you onto his lap. He slams his cock into your pussy, taking you by surprise.

How the fuck was he still hard and horny?

Y/n: S'Too much, Master!

Taeyong: Is it, kitten? You know what word you have to say if you want me to stop.

You shake your head, burying your face in his neck as he continues abusing your swollen cunt.

Your nails dig into his back when your next orgasm hits while he cums deep inside you.

You are so exhausted, you don't register that he's pulled out and let you rest on the bed. He wipes you clean before himself, coming back to cuddle you.

Taeyong: You okay, beautiful?

Y/n: Mhm.

He chuckles, kissing the back of your shoulder.

Taeyong: Can't speak, hm? How about I put on your favorite Disney movie before bed?

You nod, enjoying the way you both take care of each other.

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a/n: what is your guys' favorite disney movie? mine's a tie between starstruck and the hsm franchise (not the show)! anyway, thank you for reading! ‹𝟹

[phoxphenex]

hellooo !!! can I request being a secret admirer for TAEYONG. pls no more angst 😭🙏🏻

when you’re taeyong’s secret admirer texts

[cancersole]

Nothing but the Best

[yara0546]

୨୧ Second Glance ✦ Lee Taeyong .    .    .    한 번의 샷 ; ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: Lee taeyong x female!reader

୨୧ word count: 2.2k word.

୨୧ Genre: fluff، relationship، angst, break up.

୨୧ Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

୨୧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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The dim lights of the art gallery cast long shadows over the floor, painting the space with an ethereal glow. You hadn’t planned on coming tonight; the last thing you wanted was to run into someone you’d been trying to forget. But when your best friend dragged you along, insisting the exhibit was a must see, you found yourself here standing in front of a painting, lost in thought.

“Still a fan of abstract art, I see.”

The voice behind you made your heart stop. You hadn’t heard it in months, but it was unmistakable. Low, smooth, and laced with a familiarity that tugged at your chest.

Turning slowly, your breath hitched. There he was—Lee Taeyong. Dressed in a tailored black blazer and a simple white shirt, his silver hair catching the light, he looked effortlessly stunning. But it was his eyes that caught you off guard. They held a mix of surprise and something deeper something you didn’t want to name.

“Taeyong,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been a while.”

You nodded, gripping the strap of your bag to keep your hands steady. “Yeah. It has.”

For a moment, the silence between you was deafening, broken only by the soft murmur of other guests around the gallery.

“Are you.... how have you been?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’ve been… okay,” you replied cautiously. “And you?”

“Same.” He paused, glancing at the painting you’d been staring at. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Neither did I.”

The air between you was thick, charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The breakup had been mutual—or at least that’s what you both told yourselves at the time. Careers, schedules, and misunderstandings had gotten in the way. But now, standing so close to him again, all those reasons seemed distant and insignificant.

“Do you ever think about it?” he asked suddenly, his voice softer now.

“About what?”

“Us.”

Your throat tightened. You had thought about it too often, in fact. Late nights when the world was quiet, you’d replayed memories of his laughter, the way he’d hold you when you were upset, and the countless little moments that made your heart ache.

“Taeyong…” you began, but he cut you off.

“I know,” he said, taking a step closer. “I know it’s complicated, and I know I probably don’t have the right to ask. But seeing you again it’s like everything I tried to bury came rushing back.”

You swallowed hard, your eyes meeting his. “It wasn’t easy for me either,” you admitted.

His expression softened, and for the first time that evening, you saw the vulnerability he rarely showed anyone. “I never stopped caring about you, you know. Even when we said goodbye, a part of me… it always hoped we’d find our way back to each other.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. You didn’t know what to say. A part of you wanted to walk away, to protect yourself from the possibility of reopening old wounds. But another part a bigger part wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, this was your second chance.

“Taeyong,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know if we can go back to what we were. But…”

“But?” he prompted, his eyes searching yours.

“But maybe we can start over,” you said finally. “See where it takes us.”

His face broke into a genuine smile, the kind that made your heart skip a beat. “I’d like that,” he said softly.

For the rest of the evening, you wandered through the gallery together, talking about everything and nothing. It wasn’t the same as before, but it didn’t have to be. This was something new, something fragile yet hopeful. And as the night wore on, you realized that sometimes, love deserves a second chance.

The two of you wandered through the gallery in a rhythm that felt oddly familiar, like you had fallen back into sync without realizing it. Conversations began to flow more easily, no longer hindered by the initial tension.

“You’re still obsessed with neutral tones, huh?” Taeyong teased, pointing at your all beige outfit.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you’re still doing the monochrome thing, I see. Black and white forever, huh?”

He laughed, the sound soft but warm. “Some things never change.”

As the two of you stopped in front of a sculpture, you noticed him stealing glances at you. His expression wasn’t one of regret or sadness but of quiet admiration, as if he were seeing you for the first time all over again.

“Why did you come tonight?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

He hesitated, the playful air dissipating. “The artist is an old friend. But honestly… I almost didn’t come.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to face the possibility of running into you,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “And now I feel like an idiot for thinking that way.”

Your heart clenched. “Why?”

“Because seeing you here, talking to you like this… I realized I didn’t come to terms with anything. I just tried to push it all away.” He looked down, his fingers nervously playing with the ring on his hand. “But running into you feels like the universe is giving me a wake-up call. Like it’s telling me not to mess up again.”

You didn’t know what to say. His honesty caught you off guard, leaving you teetering between old fears and new hope.

“Taeyong,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “we broke up for a reason. There were things we couldn’t figure out, and pretending those problems aren’t still there won’t fix anything.”

He nodded, looking at you earnestly. “I know. And I don’t want to pretend everything’s fine. I want to do things right this time. But that’s only if… if you’re willing to try.”

The vulnerability in his voice was disarming. You saw a different side of him tonight one that wasn’t hiding behind the walls he’d so carefully constructed.

“Trying means talking,” you said softly. “Really talking. About what went wrong and what needs to change. It means putting in the work.”

“I’m willing,” he said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”

You studied him for a moment, searching his face for any trace of hesitation. But all you saw was sincerity and hope.

“I don’t know where this will lead,” you said cautiously. “But… I’m willing to take it one step at a time.”

A smile broke across his face, lighting up his features in a way that made your chest tighten. “One step at a time,” he echoed.

As the night went on, the tension between you gave way to a tentative ease. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, teasing him about his unrelenting perfectionism, and even reminiscing about some of your old memories together. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt real like the start of something new.

When the gallery began to empty out, the two of you walked toward the exit, the cool night air brushing against your skin. Taeyong hesitated before speaking.

“Can I walk you home?” he asked, his tone careful, as though he were afraid of overstepping.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’d like that.”

The streets were quiet as you walked side by side, the city lights casting a soft glow over everything. Taeyong kept his hands in his pockets, his posture slightly stiff, as though he was holding himself back.

“Do you remember the first time we walked like this?” he asked suddenly.

You smiled, the memory coming back vividly. “You mean when you insisted on carrying my art supplies after that class and tripped over the sidewalk?”

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was trying to be chivalrous, and it completely backfired.”

“And I laughed so hard I almost dropped my sketchbook,” you added, grinning.

“Hey, at least I made an impression,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

As the laughter faded, a comfortable silence settled between you. It wasn’t the kind of silence that begged to be filled but the kind that felt natural, even peaceful.

When you reached your building, you stopped at the entrance, turning to face him. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the night hanging in the air.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you said softly.

“Thank you for letting me,” he replied, his voice equally quiet.

There was a pause, and then he took a small step closer. “Can I see you again?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear or hesitation. “Yes,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “I think I’d like that.”

His smile was soft and genuine, a flicker of relief crossing his face. “Goodnight,” he said, stepping back reluctantly.

“Goodnight, Taeyong.”

As you watched him walk away, a strange sense of calm settled over you. Maybe this wasn’t the perfect ending or even a clear beginning. But it was a chance—a second glance at something you thought was lost. And for now, that was enough.

[00127am]

"eyes on me. you don't want to miss the star of the show, do you?"

@ st☆roftheshow frontman and lead singer of NINETY5, lee taeyong has never had any problems attracting the spotlight. or keeping it centered on him for that matter. until a fancam of the band's bassist, you, goes viral. after that, he's having a much harder time remaining the star of the show (and keeping his heart in check, isn't there some golden rule against falling for bandmates?).

@ information [🎧] rockstar! lee taeyong & afab! bassist! reader genre fluff, band au, rivals to lovers but are they really rivals or are they just in love with one another? warnings cursing status three chapters! updates every thursday! word count pending... ⤷ taglist always open! NINETY5 discography

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