#txt brat tamer

[hyukascampfire]

𝓖INGER & 𝓢NAP ` ꕀ. k.th

you were the last person taehyun expected to appear on his doorstep. sweet and fluffy and oh-so-proper; he never thought he’d see you again. but... there you stand. and, much to his own chagrin, he fears that nobody else could get him more bothered. ׄ ⋆ ִ

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ρairings gingerbread!taehyun x frosty puff!reader

𝒢 ‧̥ smut, fantasy, strawberry shortcake au

⍵arnings brat taming, brat tamer!taehyun & brat!reader, his cum is frosting, creampie, ofc no sex ed in strawberryland, thigh riding, oral m!receiving, cumming into mouth, cum eating, corruption of innocence & innocent!reader, banter, chubby!reader and buff!taehyun, manhandling, he throws her around a bit and she's so into it, they don't like each other but also def do, he likes to teach her manners, reader is also spoiled & rich and taehyun is not, hair pulling, he gets mean, no protectiom, let me know if i missed some!

✎୭ ashlynn's note this collab has been seriously so fun. writing fics is fun, but there's something about talking your friends and scheming all the yummy ways you can incorporate certain things into your fic. @thetxtdevil mae baby, thank you so much for being the best and even coming up with this idea. your mind amazes me... like actually. everybody did so unbelievably good, and i'm blessed to have been a part of it. now... let's get foody and smutty lol. some of this was written in a benadryl haze, but that's the fun part. i'm sorry mine came out a lil later than everybody else's, but hopefully it's still fun!

... back to the masterlist ⌇ back to strawberryland

Raising your fist to the door, your knuckles rap against it with a few thick knocks. The door is frosted around the edges in little swirling white puffs of icing, framing the gingerbread door. It’s the same all around his house: gumdrops and candy canes and the like, all twinkling with sugar crystals.

It’s all so sweet—unbelievably so. The man that calls it home is the very antithesis of sweet. He does not take after the gumdrop, nor the sweetness of the icing, and most definitely not the brown sugar and molasses of the gingerbread. Taehyun is the quick snapping of a leg, or the sharpness on your tongue when you get to the cinnamon and nutmeg. 

You loathe it. Even being stood here, knocking at his door, you hate. He is everything uncouth and abrasive—he is everything you should not entertain. 

Here you are, entertaining it. The door swings open. Your fingers and toes have begun to slow with the cold, like frosty-whip in the fridge. Through the forest, stepping over sugar bushes and cocoa streams, you had fought the bite. Why did he have to live all the way out here? Secluded, as though the rest of Strawberryland were beneath his meddling. You know why: it’s that he believes it. He is exactly as your parents told you he’d be, all those years ago. Of course, they were right. They always are.

When he catches sight of you at his door, his distant eyes morph, and his lip tugs into a scowl. The rise of his brows ruffles your feathers with an infuriating ease. “Is there something you want?” he asks. His tone is infuriating, too. It’s the kind of question that means much more beyond the words said. You catch exactly what he means—how he intends to get under your skin.

Hidden behind the door, he has one hand on the handle. It's an unspoken thing, too. He wants you to remember that he could close it. You can’t let him, or else you’ll have drug your pretty new furry winter boots through the powdered snow for him to slam a door in your face. “Yeah, actually. There is.” You run preening fingers through the ends of your hair. “We’re partners for the bake-off.”

“I don’t do the bake-off,” he says. His eyes would be chocolate and smooth if it weren’t for the way he wields them sharp. “Sorry. You’re gonna have to find somebody more your speed for that.”

Barking an incredulous, perhaps even snobby, laugh, you look around. Snow comes down on the ground, sweet and creamy. It’d been enough of a battle to come here. If you were going to give up so easily, you would’ve turned your little bottom around perhaps two hours ago. Does he think you hadn’t considered that? It was a long walk; you had plenty of time to mull over the many things he might do. Sometimes, you imagined him diplomatic and affable. You stomped those wispy thoughts out. Perhaps it’s been years since you’ve spoken with him, and perhaps what happened between the two of you is dusted over, but you know better. Here he stands in front of you: bitter as ever. 

“You’re just gonna leave me without a partner?” you say. Your jaw trembles, seized finally by the cold. “Everybody is already paired up. Literally everybody.”

Shrugging, he says, “I don’t see how that’s my problem. I didn’t sign up for it.”

Your brows knit. That means somebody else had signed him up. You have a sneaking suspicion who might’ve—Blueberry Kai always tells you that he just feels excluded. It’s hard not to laugh when he does. Taehyun? Excluded?  He is exactly where he wants to be. Where most are sweet in Strawberryland, the snappy gingerbread finds it easier to justify his bitterness when he lives off in his little gingerbread home, out and away in his own neck of the forest only to be found by a winding gumdrop road, where he can pretend he’s above it all.

It’s entirely ironic. Him, better than you? Gingerbread, and all his ruggedness? His unpolished edges? Once, you’d believed that the two of you weren’t so different. That you could be friends, even. Seeing what he’s grown to be, you think you understand why your parents stepped in. Back then, though, as just that soft little girl who followed the charismatic boy around with crystal stars in your eyes, it had been the worst thing to ever happen to you. He had been so gravity-defying, moving through the soft, marshmallow edges and the sugar-whipped reality of Strawberryland as something different.

No. Not gravity-defying. Rather, in the powdery and sweet sweet Strawberryland, you think that he is the only thing with gravity.

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” he echoes, letting a little patronizing laugh out along with it. “That’s sweet.”

It’s hard not to shift or cross your arms over your chest, abraded by the dripping sneer.

“What? It’s not. It’s not fair that, just because you don’t want to at least give it a try, I can’t participate,” you say. Really, you should just crawl back home and beg to join somebody’s duo, but you can’t lose like that. You can’t lose to him. If you leave it like this, then he’ll have gotten the better of you. 

“Can’t get everything we want, huh?” he says, straightening up and taking the door in his hand once more. “Just because everybody else has bent backward to give you what you want doesn’t mean that I will.”

“Wait,” you say, sighing in a white swirl. “Don’t close the door. Don’t you know your manners? It’s rude. You’re just going to let me freeze out here? I walked all the way out here, and even got snow all over my new boots, just for this, just for you to slam a door in my face? I mean, a gentleman would at least invite me in to warm me up.”

Lips twitching into a laugh and his eyes suddenly alight, he says, “A gentleman, huh?” He pulls the door open a little further. The warmth from his home, warm and spiced and oh-so-inviting like oven-warmed gingerbread, brushes over your twinkling skin. “Sure. Show me your manners, then. I want you to ask me nicely.”

Your jaw tightens. Sending him a once over, sharpening your eyes, you decide to just do it. His tone is nasty, but you don’t want to be disqualified for not having a partner. Even if he’s the worst you could’ve been paired with in all of Strawberryland. Or maybe the best, because it’s a gingerbread house competition this year. “Will you just do it?”

“I said ask nicely. Say please.” 

He wears a mean smile—he’s having fun watching you squirm. So, you make a conscious effort to straighten up. “Will you please be my partner for the competition?” you say, making your voice sugary and batting your eyelashes in an overdone way. He thinks he’s funny.

Stepping out of the doorway, he motions you inside. It might look gentlemanly if it weren't for the sting in his eyes. You swallow down petty words and push through, your arms full with supplies. Arms aching, you finally let them clatter down over the countertop. The inside of his home is fresh-baked and spiced, aromatic like a true gingerbread cookie straight from the oven. You’re sure the glowing fire helps carry the smell in warm air. It wraps your cold bones up and smooths over some of the frayed edges. You’d been out there for so long… Nobody else had to walk that far for their partner.

Better just to get this done as quickly as you can. You just have to put up with him today, and you’ll be done, and then you can have fun with the competition. He won’t even show up for it; you’re sure. 

“I’ll do it all if it’s that big of a deal,” you tell him, laying out the walls and warming the icing between your palms. “You can put the peppermint on, I guess. So then we can say we both worked on it.”

Hair the fluffy brown of true gingerbread and dusted with snowflakes like powdered sugar. Taehyun shakes his head, and it moves with him. “No,” he says, the corners of his lips still turned up as though he knows something you don’t. He rolls the sleeves of his gaudy, knitted Christmas sweater up to his elbows. The corded muscle there, flickering with movement, catches you off guard. Gingerbread, built like that? Tearing your eyes off him with the effort of metal tearing itself from a magnet, you watch him approach the kitchen counters. “I’ll help. We’re partners, right?”

No matter what he says, there’s a twist of something sparkling in those sharp eyes that has you watching him closer—has you trying to gauge exactly what he’s playing at. “Uh… Yeah. Sure. If you want to, I guess.” You gesture at the walls. “Two for us, and ten for display. Can you start the walls?”

“Ten?” he says. “We’re making twelve gingerbread houses?”

With your lips pulled taut, you say, “Yeah… Twelve. Is that too much? I didn’t think any amount of gingerbread houses would be too much for you. That’s a little ironic.” Everything is warm in his home—even when you look down at your own hands to tug off your white woolen gloves, your skin that usually sparkles like frost rests just beneath the surface is tinged with the warmth.

“I can handle it just fine,” he says, taking the wall and base sections of one. “Just wouldn’t want you to ruin your pretty outfit. Twelve is a lot of icing.” He spits the word pretty out like it tastes bad. On his tongue, you’re sure it does. He never cared for pretty things the way you do. Your mommy always said that he was just jealous, but when the both of you were little, before your parents’ meddling, you learned that it was just a different lifestyle. One that you don’t understand, perhaps. Who doesn’t enjoy dressing themselves in lush furs and sugar crystals over their necks? 

“I’ll be fine,” you say, snipping the tip of the piping bag open. “I wore these knowing they’d get dirty. They’re my baking clothes. My boots already got all messed up…” 

“Oh,” he says. “You put on cashmere knowing you’ll get it dirty. Mommy and daddy paid a pretty penny for that, huh? And it’s your throwaway outfit?”

“Look. If you like it so much, I’ll let you have it when we’re done, yeah? Maybe you’ll make a pretty penny off selling it.” You ice a warm white line down the length of a wall. “Can you hurry? I’m already icing. I don’t want to be here all day.”

There’s  a few long, thrumming moments of quiet, where only the sound of your piping back crackling fills his home. Finishing a wall, you tear yourself away from your work to spare a glance his way.

Taehyun’s jaw is tight, a muscle flickering where he grits his jaw in the low light that washes over him. There’s a fire blazing in his eyes, and though he doesn’t turn them on you, the smoke rolling from them is enough to make your skin warm. You’d successfully gotten under his skin. Why stop here, when seeing that look on his face is so fun? He looks as sour as an apple; as spiced as cinnamon. “Wall?” you say, sharp and haughty as you offer your hand out to him in an impatient demand.

Snapping his head up, he hands you a wall with the heat of a thousand ovens in his face. You feel the scald he intends for you with it, and you revel in it.

You bark commands at him, watching his shoulders grow tense and his lips twitch with each. Crush the candy canes, you tell him. Melt the icing. Sprinkle these over that. Soon enough, you’re sitting back and watching him work more than anything.

He doesn’t say a word. You see them brimming in his eyes, but he doesn’t let them burst out all venomous like you know he wants to. It’s quite the show. 

“Would you at least help me hold this up?” he says, holding the walls of a house together with one hand. His hands are a mess of runny sugar and powdered sugar for snow, and yours are perfectly clean. You can at least help a little bit if you want to claim any part in the competition. 

You reach for the piping bag, fat with the sweet sweet icing, and straighten a wall up. You trace the seams with it, thick and like glue. With a bit too much pressure, the side of the bag bursts. White rivulets of slow icing run down your fingers and over the table. You curse, dropping it to the counter. That’s all of your icing, flopped down and deflating over the surface all sad-like. It’d been so much, that you thought it would last you each house and then some. Of course, you hadn’t brought extra.

Bringing your sticky fingers up to your mouth, you suckle the mess off. It’s so very sweet—warm and weeping, nutty and spiced with something like nutmeg. It’s Taehyun: the smell of it, the way it spreads over your tongue… You stick your tongue out to catch it where some drips down your forearm. “Mmm,” you say, sticky-armed. “Tastes good.” That’ll be good on the gingerbread houses; maybe the two of you do have a chance at winning. 

When you look up to Taehyun, he stands frozen in place, his hands still holding up a half-constructed gingerbread house. His eyes are different. It’s a look you don’t recognize—a look you’ve never seen before. Rather than deep and warm, his eyes are blackish and heavy. A swallow goes down his throat; a tense, barely contained thing.

 You frown, your lips still a sugary mess. “I didn’t mean to make a mess. Sorry. I’ll clean it up…”

Clearing his throat, Taehyun says, “Yeah…”

He watches you clean the counters, where the icing had pooled, and now the bag is empty, with the same intensity. You can feel it on your skin in a foreign, itching way. You swipe and scoop and work at the spill, and still, he watches. He does not speak. 

You survey the houses you’ve managed to finish. They’re pretty, and absolutely competition ready: looping swirls of icing like shingles on the roofs, peppermint chunks all red and white catching light where you’d sprinkled them into the frosting, gumdrops lining the paths true to Taehyun’s own home, and powdered sugar sifted over the entirety of it like snowfall. It’s all great, but there are only four.  “What are we supposed to do now?” you say, lips pouty. “That’s all the icing I brought. We literally can’t make any more.” You wipe at a smear on your cheek. How’d that get there? “I think I’m gonna have to come back tomorrow… Can you hold on to the houses for me?”

“Yeah—yeah, sure. Tomorrow,” he says, blinking something away. He straightens. “It’s a long walk. I think you should get going.”

You want to say something snarky or ask him why he wants you out of the house so fast, but it’s true. Night’s creeping over Strawberryland, and you have no icing, and tomorrow’s the last day before the bake-off. If the two of you don’t work harder tomorrow than you did today, then you won’t even make qualifications. You’ll lose before even starting.

You never lose. Not like this, and certainly not to the man standing before you. 

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“C’mon. You can do better than that, can’t you?” Taehyun says, drooping icing from rooftops like icicles as you sprinkle crushed candies over the top. 

You grit your teeth. If he’d been snappy yesterday, he’s made it his mission to be your worst nightmare today. You think it’s his sort of revenge for ordering him around how you did. “What would you like, then?” you say. Maybe it’s feeding right into what he wants, but your life has lent you a short fuse. “You don’t even care about winning. Why does it matter? Let me do it how I want.”

He’s in another sweater. The sleeves are bunched up to the elbow just like yesterday, but you think he’s making a point with it this time. The shifting of his muscles is a bit too intense for piping icing. You’d made it through three more houses, wrangling your inner demons with each passing snide remark or nasty smile the whole time. It doesn’t help that he keeps his home terribly toasty, and you run cold down to the core. You melt and melt until all that is left of your temper is a puddle on the floor beneath you. Gone. 

“We’re partners, remember?” he says. He doesn’t even look at you as he says it. “I don’t do things half-assed, Frosty.” 

You’re sent reeling with the old nickname. It’d been sweet then, back when it was just the two of you against the world, but now it’s gone sour like milk. It even comes from his mouth soured. It’s something that you thought you’d left a million lifetimes ago, never to hear again. With Taehyun, though, it’s hard to pretend that you are no longer that. 

He will not let you forget that, at one point, the two of you were friends. An unlikely pair, especially looking at you now. You thought it was all nothing to you, but seeing him has kicked up dust. 

“You don’t?” you say, shooting him a quick glare from the side of your eye. “That’s funny.”

Strong brows shooting up, Taehyun quits mid-piping to look at you. “Funny? What’s funny about it to you?”

You can’t settle the obnoxious smile that curls at the edges of your mouth, mean and taunting and falsely sweet. “Oh, nothing.” You shake a sifter full of powder against your palm. It falls like true snow down over the house. 

“No, tell me,” he says, his eyes trained and heavy on your dismissive shrug. “Tell me what you think of me. I wanna hear it.”

Oh, this will be good.

“It’s just that,” you say, “you’re not really known for doing things the best way, you know? Living all the way out here, an ass when anybody tries to talk to you… Well, really, it’s just that nobody likes you. But, don’t worry! I’m sure there’s at least somebody that does.”

His face falls, the twinkle of delight at taunting you that he’d been holding in his eyes gone away. All that’s left is the peaking of something deeper and roiling from out of the cracks. You get the funny feeling that maybe you’ve taken it a step too far.

But, you never lose.

“Is that what it is?” he says. “I work for my shit. You? Everything you’ve ever had has been handed to you.” He measures his words delicately. Like a measuring cup full over the top, he cuts the excess words and coarseness off. He doesn’t say all that he thinks, but you see all he leaves unsaid toiling furiously behind his eyes. 

His eyes. They’re clear and, sharp as they are, they pin you. It’s a reflection of that look he gave you yesterday: deep and swirling and wild. It’s more than that, this time, though. It’s laced with anger and bursting at the seams of him. You’re not sure he’ll be able to hold back whatever it is that storms just beneath his skin, this time.

“It is,” you say, punctuation your words concisely. “It’s exactly why my parents said I shouldn’t hang out with you. They said that I’m above… all this.”

Oh, you’ve absolutely taken it too far now. You don’t really mean it. Sure, that’s what they told you, but you don’t really believe it. For some time, you did, but not now. It’s too late for sorries, though. Taehyun’s jaw goes tense.

For a long, awful moment, you just stand there and burn in his silence. It’s worse than any words he might spit. It’s hot—hot, hot, hot, and you turn liquid in it.

In a blink, nothing more, you collide against his countertop. Something clatters and thuds behind you. The gingerbread houses? That doesn’t matter right now—all that your dizzy mind can manage is his body crushing you and his fingers biting into the plush of your cheeks.

Where he had fractured, like true gingerbread, he snaps. You can see it in his eyes; even you know when you’ve pushed too far. Perhaps you ought to have seen this coming.

His knuckles curl white around the edge of the counter beside you, and his fingers dig deeper into your face. He’s oh-so-hot up against you. “I’m sick of your fucking mouth,” he snarls. His breath is hot as it fans over your face, too. “Someone needs to put you in your place. Where are your goddamn manners?”

Your heart thrums in your chest, and your pulse goes wild in your neck. You can’t form the words to answer him.

“Quiet now, huh?” he says. The husk in it makes the place between your thighs feel weird. You don’t know what’s wrong with you.

He shut you up real quick. You’ll give him that.

That funny feeling does flips, roaring to life when his fingers hook under the waistband of your bottoms. “That’s your problem.” His eyes send a chill up and down your spine. “You’ve never been told no. You’ve always gotten what you wanted.” Peeling down all the layers, he tugs your knitted stockings and your little fur skirt, and your sweet frosty panties, too. They bunch at your feet. Between your thighs, right where those foreign, throbbing waves reign, cool air laps at a wetness there. The hair all over your body rises. You’ve never felt anything like it. “Not with me. I'll set you straight. I don’t put up with spoiled brats.”

“I’m not a brat,” you say. “You’re just an ass.” They’re the first words that come to you. Damn your temper.

With the same hand he’d been holding your face in place with, he curls his fingers right into your scalp and yanks hard, baring your neck to him. You lose a strained squeak, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the sting. If your heart had been racing before, it runs wild, now. You strain your eyes to look at him and his curled lips. Painted with a sneer, he says, “Watch your mouth.”

A swallow goes down your throat hard. It’s all unfamiliar: the aching between your thighs, the burning in your blood, and the dazing of your thoughts. “Taehyun, I… I feel weird. It feels weird.”

Something knowing passes over him. “Yeah?” he says. “Show me where. I can help.”

Show him? You hesitate, searching his eyes for an ounce of joke or aversion. You find none, and that pounding is syrupy-sweet, and he says he can help. That’s all you want; all you need. Taking a trembling hand, you bring it down your body, running the palm down the planes of your belly and resting it just over the spot where the lower bit gives way to the apex of your thighs. Going any further—the thought tightens your throat and pinkens your cheeks the color of strawberry frosting. “There. It feels weird there.”

Taehyun smiles a snappy, spiced smile. He likes that. “Want me to make it feel better?”

Your thoughts feel replaced by something powdery and weightless. You give him a dumb nod.

“Say please.”

Something bratty crawls up your throat, but you want help, and he’s the one who will give it to you. He’d meant that: teaching you a lesson. Melted around the edges already, you say, “Please, help make it feel better.” Your voice wavers.

“There we go. That’s how good girls talk. That’s how you ask to get what you want.” He nudges your thighs apart with a knee and slots it between them, pressed right up against that coolness. Right up against that need. “Grind down on it.”

Neck aching at the angle, you say, “Grind?”

He brushes his clothed thigh right up against you. The friction is delicious—sweet and melty and just what you need. It shoots yellow sparks throughout you.

It feels so good. Your mouth waters in anticipation.

“Grind,” he says. It’s harder, this time. Not a sweet suggestion.

You bring yourself back down on it, gasping at the contact, and you do. You grind, tummy tightening at every brush of the fabric hard and delicious. Your chest constricts, one hand flying up to dig your fingers into his shoulder and the other fighting the hand he has still in your hair. It aches and hurts, and so does the friction as you grow more gaspy and frantic. 

It feels so, so good. You want more—you want him to touch you there and everywhere else. He smells just right all over you, nutty and musky like a gingerbread twist. “Taeh—hyun,” you mewl. It burns, but something slick eases the burn a little bit. Just enough for you to enjoy that burn.

“That’s it,” he coos. It’s not a sweet coo; it’s the type of sound one might make when you play right into their mean game. It’s mean. “Make yourself a mess on my thigh. I don’t even have to touch you. What would mommy and daddy think of you now, huh? What would they think if they saw their precious princess fucking herself on my thigh?”

No. That would be the end of you. You whine, thighs twitching. Something twists in your center, scary and foreboding, and still you chase it. None of your thoughts are solid enough to stop. Each time he flexes a muscled thigh or presses it harder into you, you shudder and curl your fingers into his shirt harder. 

“Don’t like that, huh?” he laughs. “Then you haven’t learned your lesson. You’re no better than me; I mean, look at you.”

You want to cry when he pins your hips back to the counter, stilling your wild bucking. Squeezing your eyes shut, you claw and reach for that wave, even as it recedes from you. “Why?” you say, voice thin. It’d been so yummy—the sweetness still rests on your tongue. Your heart thumps hard, longing for it.

“I said, look at yourself,” he growls, taking his hold on your hair to crank your head down.

Right where you’d been on his thigh, there’s a sticky, marshmallowy mess. Your mess. 

Taehyun releasing his grip on your hair is almost a relief, but he doesn’t even give you time to relish it. The walls of his house blur around you. All that you register in between the motions is his shoulder in your belly and your limbs dangling from you. You dig your hands into his back to balance yourself, but he’s got you.

He has you slung over his shoulder. He’s carrying you like you weigh nothing at all. That place between your thighs flutters anew. In all your life, you never worried too much about the plushness of your belly or your thighs. It is who you are; all mallow and soft around the edges and starkly sweet. But you did get nervous when somebody tried picking you up. Usually, you protest and giggle it off. Watching somebody strain to pick you up when they lift other girls like sacks of flour is just something that makes you feel a little strange.

But, Taehyun does not strain. He doesn’t huff; he carries you right down the hallway and into his room, and he even manhandles you down onto the bed with a bounce without so much as a sound. He is a solid pillar beneath you, and then he is a solid, muscled chest above you. With strong fingers, he pins your hands to the mattress above you. With the other, he leads your shirt up.

He’s so warm against your cold skin. His breath like waves from the oven over your mouth, he says, “You think you’re so much better than me because you have all this?” Curling his fingers around a necklace circling your throat, he tears it off with a clattering of a few snow-drop beads.

 You gasp, glaring right into his eyes. “What the hell?” you hiss, arching your chest to wiggle beneath him. Your necklace. Who does he think he is, breaking your stuff? That was one of your favorite necklaces, and now it lies all over his floor. Still, your center pounds and longs for the return of his touch. Everything about him just calls for more from you. You don’t know how you went so long without him, or how you made yourself forget just how drawn you are to his magnetism. Maybe he is just what your parents turn their nose up at, and you too, but that does not make him any less a powerful personality. 

He knows exactly who he is and what he wants, as solid as the gingerbread cookie. And you, plush and impressionable as whipped marshmallows, take to him just right. It’s something you once knew, but the sneered words of adults obscured that memory.

“Don’t whine,” he says. “I want to see your pretty neck without all that shit. That’s your problem: you’re spoiled.” He reaches down to mess with his pants.

His length springs free. Cheeks flushing, you take it in. You can’t look away, even as embarrassment crawls spindly legs over your skin at the interest you take in the sight. You’ve never seen anything like it—long and hot and weeping something thick and white from the slit at the pinkish tip. A pearl of it dribbles down, landing on your belly in a string where he holds it.

Taehyun collects that wetness and then urges more from the tip with a few drags down the length of it. Wrapping his fingers around it, he begins to slowly work his fist up and down it. It’s nothing short of impossible to tear your sights off it—it’s another thing that inexplicably fans the flames of something roaring in your center. “Do you want to touch it?” he says, watching your tongue dart out to wet your lips. 

The sight of him growing restless over his pumping fist is enough to get you nodding. 

“Fuck,” he says, sharp and under his breath. He lets his hand off it. “Go ahead. Touch it. I won’t tell anybody you did.”

When he frees your pinned wrists, you reach out a slow hand. You curl your fingers around it the way he had. Your fingers don’t even touch around jt. The weight and warmth of him in your palm makes your blood tingle. Looking up, you search for guidance in those intelligent, swirling eyes. His bangs hang over his eyes as he watches.

Placing his hand over yours, he drags it up and down his rigid length the way he had been doing a few beats ago. “Like that,” he says. “Just like that.”

You pump your closed fist up and down him, encouraged to squeeze harder and flick your wrist faster with each tight breath he lets slip. The skin of your palm gets stickier and stickier, the slick sounds sending your ears and core burning just the same. You like that it makes him feel good—that he’s making those noises just for you. 

He twitches under your fingers. “Feels just like I thought your pretty hands would…” he says, stomach tight. “See—what happens when you give up that bratty fucking act? Shit… harder—give it to me harder, Frosty…” Shivering at the name, you oblige him. You reach your thumb up and collect more of that beaded liquid from the slit, and you work your arm harder. Faster. Your forearm begins to burn, but you don’t let it slow you. All you want is more of this; more of him. Finally, he lets sounds out from his chest freely. He grunts and hisses through his teeth, letting his head fall back. “Holy shit. I’m gonna—gonna ice your face, okay?” he says. “You said you liked the taste, huh? Wanna taste it again? Give me your tongue…”

Whatever that means, you push yourself up and situate your face in front of his length, your tongue out. Taehyun’s sounds tighten, and his hips begin to stutter and chase your hand. He picks his head back up to look down at you half-lidded—to watch. With only a few last runs of your palm down his length, skin so slick that your hand just slips and slides up him, he growls through gritted teeth. The weight of him in your working hand twitches once more, and from that weeping tip he shoots dancing ribbons of white. It lands on your tongue hot and sweet, melting out all spiced and snappy.

Snappy like gingerbread. Like gingerbread icing. Swallowing it down, you meet his gaze. He pants, chest rising and falling, but there’s something clear and knowing in his heavy eyes when you do. You think you know now, why he’d been so dazed as you made a show of licking that same sticky icing off your hands and said how good it tasted. 

When you release him from your palm, it glistens with his sweet essence. He softens in front of your eyes just the littlest bit.

Eyes just as hungry and still catching his breath, Taehyun says, “Open your mouth. I wanna see your tongue.”

Belly doing wicked twists, you do. You stick your tongue out for him, still laden with the headiness of his taste. He does taste good. 

“Swallowed it all down?” he says, eating the sight of you with your mouth dropped open up. “You really are so nasty. They all think you’re so sweet—you think you’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.” He pushes you back down to the bed with a palm. “Well, not me. I know that you’re just as filthy as you are spoiled. Somebody had to deal with you.”

Like always, snarky words swirl in your mouth. All it would take is letting them fall off your tongue. But you don’t—not with the feeling between your thighs, and not with the way your blood, frost turned to snowmelt, begs for him to fix it. Not when you know that all it will get you is more of Taehyun’s wrath. 

It’s not like what he says is true, or anything. That’s what you tell yourself anyway.

“Taehyun, please. I need it…” He takes a marshmallow thigh of yours, pressing it up so that it melds with your belly. Cool air reminds you once more of that strange wetness between them.

Dark, blown eyes catching the sight of it, his lips quirk into a scoff. “Need what?” he says, reaching a hand down. At the contact of his fingers, just as they had against his thigh, your hips jolt and an explosion like the breaking of sugar glass shoots down the muscles of your thighs. He scoops that stickiness up from its source, bringing the soft cream up to his mouth. Tongue darting out, he has a taste of you just as you had tasted him. “Shit—you taste good too, frosty. You’re so sweet, how’d you turn out like this? That’s okay. I’ll deal with you, and then you’ll be just as sweet as you taste.” That fat tip of him presses flush to the source of all your want. “I’ll straighten you out.”

You don’t know what that means, and you are absolutely sure that you don’t deserve it, but any sass is staunched with the utter sweetness of the stretch in your center. Taehyun presses his hips up into you, slowly and internalizing the dropping open of your mouth, the pinching of your brows into a worrying line, and the press of your palms to his broad chest. He takes it and metabolizes it down like cream cake or the plumpest fruits, and he gives you more. More, all the way up until there is no length of him left to give, and nowhere else for him to go.

You feel so, so full. No amount of twinkling jewels or new skirts hold a candle to this. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t know why Taehyun knows, but whatever. Who cares? Breathing out a shudder, you squirm beneath him to search for that dazzling feeling he’d made you feel earlier.

“Stay still,” he barks, steadying himself beside your head with a sturdy, powerful arm. When had he lost his sweater? You don’t know. You might drool over the definition and warm skin there if he didn’t pull the length of him out until just the tip of him threatens to pop out, and then drive right back in before you could. A gaspy breath falls from your mouth, devolving into mewls and whimpers when he does the same over and over and over again, quick with snapping hips and the smacking of his skin against the soft skin of your bottom. Your thigh quivers in his hold, his fingers digging into the fluff of your thigh as he holds you into it. 

Each and every time he slides up against something inside you that makes you feel different. Different from what you felt when you were on his thigh, and different from anything else you’ve felt in the entirety of your life. It’s deeper, right at the very bottom of your belly, sending your veins lazy and your hips twitchy. You want to chase it as much as you want to hide from its power, so all you do is stay in a hazy limbo of sharp gasps and long, drawn out mewls for more.

“No,” he says, his face right in yours. The smell of him, manly and so very sweet like oven-warmed gingerbread, settles over your bones and wiggles its way through your thoughts. It does something to your melted mind, planting a need to cling to him right in the center. Your hands perch all over him: the hair at the back of his head, his working waist, his biceps that flex and strain with his effort, and finally around him so that you can push your cheek to his chest and feel his heart racing there. “You’ll take exactly what I give, and thank me for it. You don’t get to ask for more; not with your mouth.”

“Why?” you say, whining. “I want it—so bad. Please? I’ll be so… so good…” Your voice bounces with each collision of your bodies, and your toes flex and curl at the twisting in your core. Nonetheless, you want more. Whatever this is—this syrupy, pure goodness—Taehyun has shown you something that you will never be whole without again. He has bloomed a flower right in the chest of you, something hungry that will want and want this, and you fear that he will be the only one able to satiate it. 

The thought of the smile he’ll wear, should you come crawling back to his doorstep just for this… 

Taehyun stops, pushing off you with a curled lip. “What will it take to get you to fucking listen?” he says. He pulls himself from you, leaving you to whine and long for that feeling once more. You want to complain and pull him back over you, but with the fire churning in his dark gaze and the sight of his length, covered in that same white, whipped stuff you’d left all over his thigh. 

You’d made a sticky, frosty, frothed mess all over him once again. Really, what would people think of you now? Your mom? Your dad? 

Manhandling you again, he flips you onto your hands and knees and shoves your face into the bed. Any yelp or gasp that tears from your chest is muffled into the sheets. Taking the swell of your hips, his fingers like bites against the powdery, soft skin there, his voice comes from behind you. “Won’t you just listen to me? If you’re gonna be mine, you’re gonna have to start learning how to hear no.” Curling your hair up and pulling it like a handle, he snaps your head back into another stinging, awful tug. It turns the arch of your back into something that you can imagine is a sight to be seen. If the burning where you feel his eyes raking down the curve of it has something to speak of it, that is. You squeeze your eyes shut as if that’ll help you any. “You don’t get everything you want. That’s not how this works.”

You don’t say anything. You have nothing good or sweet left to say.

“Say thank you, and I’ll give it to you good, okay?” he says, running a flattened hand down your spine. “That’s all I want to hear. Show me you can be good.”

The last thing you want to do is to thank him. That would mean admitting that you’ve lost, and that ruffles your preening feathers. But you want that goodness back, you want his hips snapping into you and that tight knot back in your belly. You’d do anything for it; even forget your ego.

Your mind is gone, anyway. Whatever your rational self would do, it doesn’t matter. There’s one thing that you want right now, and getting it is so easy. “Thank you, Taehyun. Thank you so much… I’m sorry I’ve been a brat, and I’m sorry about what I said to you. Please, just… help me. Please, I need you so bad.”

You? Sorry? It’s absurd, and yet, you entirely mean it. Maybe it’s your lazy brain talking, or maybe he really has won.

“See? So sweet when you act right,” he says. “Let me show you what happens when you do.”

You could cry real tears when he sets that same pace, his hands bracing on your hips to pull you deeper into each thrust and the front of your body bouncing against the sheets with each. Your cries grow hoarse and beyond needy, and your insides twist and turn even more dangerously.

You are on the brink of something divine. Something that will melt down so well, good on the tongue and as smooth as chocolate, but as sharp as the snapping of gingerbread.

And, snap, he has.

“Yes!” you cry, straining your shoulders as you reach behind you and curl your fingers around the place where he meets your skin. “S..So good! Right there—thank you, Taehyun!”

He doubles down on you. His length hits a spongy spot in your core, pounding up against the walls there and turning your insides against you. It’s almost too good. “There we go,” he says, voice shaking with a growl. The delivery of his thrusts grows sloppy. You think he feels just as good as you do. “That’s what—” Falling over you, he supports himself with each strong arm dug into the mattress beside your head, his solid front melded to your soft back. “That’s what I like to hear. Here you go—fuck, I’m gonna give you what good girls get, okay?”

You hope it’s more of that melty icing he shot from his length earlier. The knot in your belly tightens, just on the brink of a glittery, bright explosion. “Mhm!” you say, your voice cracking. You want it—you want it so bad. The intensity of it, turning over in your veins and rendering your thighs jelly, sings in your ears. It’s a frightening greatness, but you rage against the urge to drop your hips into the mattress and run from it. You need to finally taste what you’ve been chasing. “Taehyun! Right there—please, don’t stop!”

You were demanding more from him again, but Taehyun didn’t stop this time. Not when his growls and whines against your shoulder tell you enough about how he’s feeling. He tongues and nips at your shoulders, the only sounds echoing off the walls of his room, the hollow smack of his hips against your bottom, and the only smell of the sweet mingling of his gingerbread sharpness against your heady marshmallow. It’s good enough to eat.

Crying out with a frantic whine, the feeling deep in your belly changes once more, and you’re writhing and squirming against him. Your hips buck and chase and run, wild and just as explosively as the tightness shooting down your thighs and up through your lower back.

Everywhere. You feel it everywhere. It’s in the continued bouncing of your body, in each nudge of his tip to a sweet, spongecake spot deep inside you, in his breathless pants into your skin, and in the curling of his fingers into your hair when he releases a hip to do so, and in your pleads when he chases his own delicious release. Your throat tightens, and suddenly the sheets are all too warm around you, and you realize with blistering intensity that another one of those knots builds up in your belly. It’s quicker, short, and bright. You’ve barely even made it through the last, but still, it comes.

“Holy shit,” he growls, hips stuttering and then stilling. He reaches a hand down between your thighs and finds a very sweet button. The breath in your throat catches, and in nothing more than a blink of an eye, you crash again, and then your bodies are two twitching, elated things. He presses himself impossibly deeper into you before shooting that same hotness, sweet ropes of sugary icing right into you, and your fluttering insides hold him tight and eat it up. Your heart pounds in your chest, running amok in your ears and your neck, and you try to catch running breaths to no avail.

Occasionally grinding up into you, though there is hardly any space between your joined bodies to do so, Taehyun shoots more lazy spurts for a few long moments. His breaths slow against your skin, and yours do in your chest. Slowly, you recover as two entangled bodies, all clammy and melted like left in the oven for a bit too long.

Pressing hot, wet kisses to the back of your neck, and then down your spine when he pushes off you and pulls himself out, his tongue darting out against your skin for some, he says, “Taste so good… So sweet, even on your skin…” He brushes the wild tangles of hair from your face and adds, “I wonder if you’ve gone all sweet inside, too? You look like it…” The mess of you, your thick creaminess staining your thighs and his runny load pooling from your hole, is all over. It even makes the sheets beneath you dirty with dribbles of his release as it drips. “I told you I’d get you sweet.”

If that sluggish, sugary thing moving through your veins is sweetness taking over you from the inside, perhaps you have gone sweet. Or, perhaps you now have every reason to become his worst nightmare—just if it gets you this.

You’ll play sweet for now. The softer kisses he seasons your skin with are no less enthralling than the delightful goodness still ebbing away between your thighs. You think that, for the first time, you have lost. 

And, to your very own dismay, it tastes so very sweet. 

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[beautiful-songbird]

Haha Nani thinks our first conversation is embarrassing for her but it’s actually embarrassing for me because I deadass told this random girl online “sorry I don’t follow people I don’t know that well”

We had a long list of mutual friends.

I had 400 followers.

Who the hell did I think I was?

(Also for context I was responding to her asking if I’d follow her) (I followed her back less than a week later) (we were also fifteen but that’s not important)

[wonryllis]

dear future husband (m) | lee heeseung.

i can't say i do without you.

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

OR WHERE, bimbo heeseung has no idea what the fuck to do with his feelings for you who are oblivious as fuck and your brothers who are overprotective as fuck.

MEET THE CAST. insanely love struck lee heeseung with his spoiled rich girl!reader ft. yeonjun, soobin, the rest of txt and the rest of enhypen. NSFW VERSION: BRAT TAMER heeseung with his BRAT girl.

GENRE & WARNING(S). social media!au + written chapters, SMUT MDNI!!! in the form of written chapters later on in the series, fluff, humor & crack, minimal angst, lots and i mean lots and lots of swearing and dirty jokes and everything nsfw. college!au, nonidol!au, neighbors to lovers!au, childhood friends to lovers!au. heavy on sister complex! rest other warnings will be stated in respective chapters.

UPDATE SCHEDULE. discontinued.

ׅ ꢾ꣒ profiles, character introductions & the groupchats. ( PLAYLIST ) theme song, code blue!

YEONIE NOTES. incase someone wonders if this is incest, no it’s not, they are not related by blood. sister complex. a state of strong attachment and obsession to sisters, always having them as their first priority. FIC ASKS: ask about the characters!

EPISODES rolling ..

000. prologue: the backstory.

001. arranged date gone wrong

002. it's a shame yn wants you

003. all good when all delusional

004. can you afford her a McLaren? TWT + WRITTEN ( 2.4k )

005. heeseung finally— [REDACTED]!

006. you went as my arm candy

DISCONTINUED!

i think its obvious enough why, the lack of response and enthusiasm from readers has made lose all motivation to continue this any further. i was so excited to revamp it but it seems it isn't the case for the other side. feedbacks are what keep most if not all writers going and absence of it for this one has just rid me of all interest i had to share it with you all. thank you to those who read it, and i apologize those who were looking forward to read it. this is it. over and done, with this kind of support i'm never doing a series on here again.

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[miupow]

how would txt members react to their gf being bratty in public ? (would they tolerate it?)

i love brats and brat tamers so much <3

🔞 // nsfw , mdni !

soobin -> he’s such an attentive angel that you rarely feel the need to be bratty at all ! he gives you everything you want ! all of the attention and spoiling you could ever possibly want ,, but sometimes you want to see how far you can push him until he breaks <3 being a total brat out to dinner with him and the other boys, being a needy whore in front of his closest friends ,, getting soobin to snap is almost impossible, but when you do… you’re in for it when you get home, and you know it by the way he’s grabbing your waist

yeonjun -> will not hesitate to bend you over his lap and spank you in a public bathroom if he has to ! do not challenge the king exhibitionist in public, it’ll only end badly for you !! he thinks you being bratty is cute most of the time, aren’t you so adorable being so whiny <3 but sometimes you take it too far !! acting like a brat out with his friends !! n ur boyfie has to pull you away and remind you who’s really in charge

beomgyu -> trying to be bratty to a brat is just a mistake. he’ll be just as annoying and needy as you, if not more, until you’re both pissed with each other lmao ! angry sex w beomgyu… calling u a fucking bitch while he’s railing you from behind <3 pulling on your hair n slapping your ass, where’d that little attitude of yours go? huffing for him to shut up, asshole before he shoves your face into the wall <3 he was too impatient to get home, took you to the bathroom or an alley instead hehe

taehyun -> does not tolerate batty behavior period , but especially not in public. acting like a needy, disobedient slut in front of all of his friends, embarrassing him like this? they’re going to think he can’t control his woman. tyun doesn’t like public sex , would act ominously cool and composed up until he gets you back home— now you’re going to learn your lesson.

kai -> oh hyuka… like soobin he’s such a brat enabler, let’s you walk all over him with a smile !!! but don’t take him for granted, because there’s a side to kai that only you get to see on the incredibly rare occasion that you really , really piss him off. and you wouldn’t even know it before it was too late, because kai can hide his anger so well.. but sometimes you can see it in his eyes when he smiles at you… having to call off any plans the next day because you can’t even get out of bed !!

[b1mbodoll]

˚ʚ masterlist ɞ˚

IVE

omorashi with wonyoung (wy holding)

g!p wolf hybrid wonyoung

cnc with yujin

cnc somno with wonyoung

g!p wolf hybrid wonyoung bitches you

TXT

perv! owner! soobin x cow hybrid! reader

giving yeonjun a bj while he’s driving

taehyun + degradation

ZB1

stepbrother! matthew

stepbrother! matthew pt. 2

stepbrother! matthew pt. 3

chikan + jiwoong

omorashi + jiwoong

hentai addict! matthew

mean dom! hanbin

&TEAM

wolf hybrid! nicho x bunny hybrid! reader

breeding with euijoo

cheating on euijoo with nicho (except ej knows)

hentai addict! stepbrother! nicho

nicho taking ur virginity

AESPA

noncon with ghostface! karina + ghostface! winter

g!p owner! karina x hybrid! reader

phonesex with winter

g!p stepmom! karina

aeri with sensitive tits

g!p stepsis! ning + drugging

dom! giselle

scissoring with winter

anal with g!p ningning

giselle x puppygirl gf

LOONA

g!p stepsis! yves

STAYC

inexperienced! stepsister! seeun

TWICE

g!p reader x milf! stepmom! jihyo

noncon with momo + jihyo

wolf hybrid! momo

hentai addict! mina

hentai addict! momo

ENHYPEN

making out with jake

omorashi with jay (reader holding)

omorashi with jay (jay holding)

omorashi with en- hyungline

dubcon breeding with heeseung

omorashi with sunghoon (sunghoon holding)

babytrapping with jake (both ways)

painal with jake

foursome with 02z

stepbrother! sunghoon

freeuse with stepbrothers! 02z

hentai-esque stepbro! jay

breeding with stepdad! jake

exhibitionism with stepdad! jake

stepbrothers! heehoon humiliating bf jake

tentacles with stepbro! jay

tentacle monster! jay

puppy hybrid! jake

cumeating with jake

perv! bff! hoon

stepbro! + hybrid! jake thoughts

bull hybrid! sunghoon

titsucking with en- hyungline

brat tamer! jake

kitty hybrid! jungwon

jay + bdsm

titty enthusiast jungwon

hoon x succubus! reader

panther hybrid! jay thought

stepbro! hee thought

bull hybrid! hoon thoughts

perv virgin jake x bimbo reader

hoon + dildo training

stepbrother! heeseung

jake punishing brat! reader thoughts

puppy jake + toys

pussy addict puppy hybrid! jake

wolf hybrid! jake x cat hybrid! reader

jay x reader cucking en- hyungline

exhibitionism with heeseung

biting with sunghoon

sugar daddy! jay

fingering with jakehoon

vamp! sunoo with an oral + tit fixation

cnc with vamp! jake

somno + anal with vamp! hoon

baby vamp! won

noncon biting with vamp! won

NCT DREAM

degradation with mark

babytrapping with jeno

RED VELVET

anal + omorashi with g!p seulgi

LE SSERAFIM

breeding with g!p yunjin

bratty stepsis! chaewon

sorority sister stepcest! with yunjin

sub! pervert yunjin

noncon with roommate zuha

g!p gamer sakura

bitching g!p yunjin

threesome with g!p kkura + g!p chae

yunjin + oral

sugary mommy kkura x brat reader

XDINARY HEROES

oral with hentai addict! jun han

jooyeon + overstimulation

[run2gyuz]

★𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙓𝙏 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭 ★

txt x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: finding out soob has a ceiling mirror has altered my life forever 🙏

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mirror sex, praise, dacryphilia (soob), edging, orgasm denial (jun), possessiveness, degrading (Beom + tyun), Switch!taehyun, throat fucking, brat tamer!taehyun, size kink (kai), daddy kink (mentioned not written)

𝙬𝙘: 625

MINORS DNI

★ 𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣 ★

~ pretty / pretty girl

I feel like he’d be very into praising you as I said in my what he’d say drabble, like he thinks you’re beautiful all of the time, but especially when you’re crying underneath him :p I can see him making you look at yourself in the mirror, now we all know he has one on his ceiling :o (SCREAMING). Like he’d make you watch him fuck you saying, “you see how good you look pretty? So you good for me yeah,”. Soobin thinks Soobin knows you’re the prettiest girl and he won’t let you forget it.

★ 𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣 ★

~ love/ darling

Contrary to popular opinion, I think Jun takes sex very seriously, like I think he is really romantic about it and wants you to feel amazing. He’s always asking if you feel okay, always edging you to the perfect release and making sure you get what you want. Don’t get me wrong he has his moments when he wants to fuck you into oblivion face down ass up, but 99% of the time he takes sex slow, makes it sensual and perfect for you. He’s always holding your hand or your waist, telling you that, “you’re so perfect for me my love,”. He’d also be a bit of a tease tho… (of course he would it’s Yeonjun?) “you wanna cum? Why didn’t you just ask darling,” he’d smirk after denying your release for the 3rd time….

★ 𝘽𝙚𝙤𝙢𝙜𝙮𝙪 ★

~ princess/ my girl

BEOMGYU. he’d definitely want to make you feel like your were the most important person ever, like he’d want you to feel like you were perfect. His hands would be grabbing at everywhere on your body, wanting to feel all of you whispering, “you’re so beautiful princess, so good for me yeah, gonna make you cum so good hm?” 🥴 I need this man. He’d also get really possessive during sex, but not jealous, he’s to cocky for that shit, boy knows you only want him. He’d brag that he’d ruined you, that no one would ever be able to make you cum as good as he could, “no one makes you feel like this do they my girl? can’t even cum on your own anymore? so pathetic, but so perfect, all for me,” AHHHHH I need a Beomgyu.

★ 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣 ★

~ mommy brat

I am FULLY on the Taehyun switch agenda, like he’ll either be at your will, begging you to let him cum, literally crying, or he’ll be pounding into you from behind, muttering, “that’s it brat, fucking take it like the whore you are,”. There is no in between :p I feel like he’d either be fully at your submission, doing whatever you want him to or holding your head down while fucks your throat as tears fall from your eyes. I love love LOVE brat tamer!tyun as well like, imagine you acting needy all day and as soon as you get home he fucks you so hard, knowing you wanted him to edge you so instead overstimulating you. But if you really wanted to, you’d only have to run your hand over his abs, squeeze his cock through his pants and he’d be the one crying for you.

★ 𝙃𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙞 ★

~ baby / baby girl

Being the youngest, Kai gets babied a lot so he loves the fact that he can baby you, and that you don’t think of him as the baby, but as something quite the opposite. ALSO HUENING X SIZE KINK?? yes please. He just loves the fact that you’re smaller than him and for once he is the one ‘in charge’, not the person everyone is babying. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight? I fit perfectly yeah?”. Ngl I don’t like writing daddy kink but he gives me the vibes!!! He’d definitely have you underneath, “so helpless baby girl, need me to do everything yeah?” UFH KAI PLEASE.

𝘼/𝙉: like + reblog pls <3 requests are open!

[kittysarchive]

Master list

Who do you want to read.....

STRAY KIDS BOOKSHELF

BANG CHAN

Yan punishments sex positions beneath the blankets hard switch size kink

LEE KNOW

yan Lee Know love language - ask

SEO CHANGBIN

Mine

HWANG HYUNJIN

Valentines sex

HAN JISUNG

Home sick change (threesome)

LEE 'FELIX' YONGBOK

change (threesome)

KIM SEUNGMIN

corruption

YANG JEONGIN

dirty girl

OT8

how they say 'I love you' what stray kids say during sex cock warming guide to sugar daddy hate sex choking kink, yan kisses

XDINARY HEROES BOOKSHELF

GOO GUNIL

band practice

KIM JUNGSU

such a tease I'll make you mine

KWAK JISEOK

OH SEUNGMIN

HAN HYUNJUN

LEE JOOYEON

OT6

what they say during sex yan failed escape What they liked to be called

TOMORROW BY TOGETHER BOOKSHELF

CHOI YEONJUN

My favourite customer brat tamer shower time slurp up

CHOI SOOBIN

Cam boy side gigs

CHOI BEOMGYU

shower sex bad boy sub gyu period sex needy boy sugar baby gyu jealousy Sleep tight edging you shouldn't tease me dom gyu I'll make you mine

KANG TAEHYUN

Brat sub tyun bad boy sub tyun easy switch dollification lullaby I'll make you mine dildo seven minutes in hell bondage p2

HUENING KAI

Thankyou mommy

OT5

what they say during sex mlt have a threesome flowers kiss them here... and they'll kiss you here what they liked to be called during sex doing your hair forehead kisses cheating on yan txt what they want to hear during sex amazon position calling them babygirl kinks makeup kisses after care

ENHYPEN BOOKSHELF

LEE HEESEUNG

car cam boy

PARK JONSEONG

Giving Jay a head work life balance one more round

SIM JAEYUN

Don't tease me Noona Boundries morning wood drunk sex

PARK SUNGHOON

Strictly coworkers

KIM SEONWOO

pretty boy....

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon as a sub first time good girl dildo morning after drunk sex

OT6

Things they say during sex makeout ass or tits? hyung line bath or shower sex? taking virginity first 'I love you' during sex What they jerk off to kinks stoned

MASH UP BOOKSHELF

Hand holding big spoon? small spoon? Favourite place to cum desired place to leave hickies

*Ni-Ki won't be added into the diaries until he is older

[beomglocks]

mtl in txt to be brat tamer💗

OK LETS GO,, *um this is extremely self indulgent bc i myself am a brat so i can see myself in these situations* I’m sorry in advance 

yeonjun

let’s just get this out the way, yeonjun is a brat tamer. no no he’s THE brat tamer. you may be asking yourself why but look at the way he treats beomgyu who is txt’s main culprit. he won’t take disrespect. absolutely no sucking of teeth, no rolling your eyes, and NO pouting. if you talk back well there goes your ass. spanking is main form of punishment, no further explainations. you need a safe word with him bc as soon as he feels like you’re being a little too bratty for it to be cute he’s like “cmon let’s go” you’re like 😒 but also kind of alarmed????? i feel like he can get really serious like he’s like “i said bring your ass here 🤨” you’re like no I’m not going to you leave me alone. DOES THAT THING WHERE HE POKES THE INSIDE OF HIS CHEEK W HIS TONGUE AND DOES A SARCASTIC CHUCKLE. will lean close to you a whisper “threats”” in your ear that have you squirming. yeah no, he will drag your ass to the bed and bend you over til you’re apologizing. honestly yall just like playing each others game.

taehyun

tbh i feel like he will tolerate it til it gets too much. he thinks you being a brat is cute like it’s endearing to him. he just looks at you fondly like “awww you’re so cute thinking you have all the control rn!! 🥰” tbh it’s just fun to rile him i feel like,, as soon as you talk back (which he hates) he’s like “what was that?” if you’re feeling extra bratty and you repeat it he’s like “yeah i thought so..what punishment will it be today” OMG taehyun is really the type to be oblivious as to why you’re acting so bratty it’s like he likes messing with you. phrases like “what’s gotten into you :(“ “why are you acting like such a brat” “you’re my good girl right? why are you acting out” but obviously you’re always like this he’s just having fun. 

honestly the others i cant see being brat tamers. soobin & kai will cave to anything and prob let you run rampid. like idk maybe soobin just a bit like theres moments where he would absolutely have to put you in your place but its not really his thing. being with sookai you are literally their little angel no matter if you are acting like the devil reincarnate. beomgyu is literally the brat, change my mind on this one. 

[mixtape-racha]

mixtape-racha's fic recs ☆♡

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chan

connected - @cbini (f+s)

minho

dirty bunny - @seo--changbin (s)

lowkey - @seungminheart (f+s)

changbin

prince charming - @skz-streamer (f)

hyunjin

jisung

after party - @luvyeni (s)

date a skater - @fizzydrink698 (f+su)

shotgun kisses - @seo--changbin (f+s)

felix

forgive me for what i haven't done - @rachalixie (a+c)

sweet like honey - @comet-falls (s)

seungmin

jeongin

ot8

slumber party 'verse - @magicficwriting (f+s) fem!skz series

phases - @charmercharm3r (f+s) poly!minsung x reader series

between - @tasteleeknow (f+s) poly!chan+minho x reader

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niki

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txt ☆♡

yeonjun

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11:01pm - @agustdiv1ne (s)

ticket to nowhere (but your heart) - @agustdiv1ne (f+s)

soobin

desperation - @napofamoon (s)

beomgyu

camera shy - @koqabear (s)

hey emo boy - @koqabear (s)

taehyun

twilight - @agustdiv1ne (f+s)

kai

berry sorbet - @banggyu0308 (f+s)

ot5

11:58pm - @agustdiv1ne (s) yeonjun and taehyun

other/random

don't fuck your roommate - @luvyeni (s) nct renjun

bruises and ballet shoes - @luvyeni (s) nct jeno

parties and punishments - @herarcadewasteland bts jungkook

key;

(a) = angst; (c) = comfort; (cr) = crack; (f) = fluff; (s) = smut; (su) = suggestive

credits to all original writers (also named above) - these r fics that im obsessed with, have a chokehold on me, or i keep coming back to

a lot on here will probably fics i requested bc they're all *chef's kiss*

[wonryllis]

01. arranged date gone wrong

PREVIEW. you always get what you want, spoiled with the love of everyone around you. and it's all innocent love, at least that's what everyone thinks. it comes with much surprise therefore, when heeseung makes a move on you. thirteen long years of being in the brother zone having made him utterly clueless that if he’s going to date you he has to pass through your actual brothers first. and he knows how scary they can be. especially since they are known to have a sister complex and he’s been the third scary one with them, numerous times before.

MEET THE CAST. insanely love struck lee heeseung with his spoiled rich girl!reader ft. yeonjun, soobin, the rest of txt and the rest of enhypen. NSFW VERSION: BRAT TAMER heeseung with his BRAT girl.

WARNINGS. lots of swearing, an angy yeonjun, jealous heeseung and major beomgyu slander. tae and hoon abt to be gone soon!

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[funeraldoomed]

found a brat tamer 😳😶

[bisexualrapline]

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number 2

number 3

honorable mention 1

honorable mention 2 (casually telling army to stfu)

honorable mention 3:

thank you for coming to my ted talk

top 3 brat tamer jin moments for @senor-hoberto (i apologize for the person i’m about to become)

number 1 by a bullet

[minhavn]

who in txt is the best to worst at eating pu$$y in your opinion and why?🎤

das inch resting, anonnie, lemme whip out my notes 📖

— yeonjun : a service dom who'll only kneel to eat you out, pinning your hips to the bed and watch your slick dripping down to the sheet after making your cum from time to time under few hours. might overstimulate you but that's okay, he'll give you the best aftercare ever once you give him ur safeword

— beomgyu : he strikes me as a service dom too tbh, always down to do anything that will make you happy, know where he should place his hands on your body and lapping you down like a good puppy without an ounce of regret

— taehyun : my man is ruthless, i tell you. i don't say being a strict brat tamer and hard dom is necessarily bad, but one mistake and he'll edge you for the whole night or week, depends on how bratty can you get. but once he rewards you by eating you out, you know it's heavensent. so, always be good around him !!

— hyuka : another puppy who'll lap down your juice, very eager and also a messy eater. don't get me wrong, hyuka is a passionate lover but he needs to chill out sometimes and can overstimulate you without realising it, giving you his best puppy eyes whenever you glare down at him.

— soobin : he's NOT exactly the worst, but you know me, ha! this man would rather put his mouth for dirty talk and marking your skin, eating you out is never his best forte. but once you see his heart-like lips glistening with your juice, eyes darkening every time you let out a soft whimper or gasp and pinning your hips down whenever you try to run away, you know you're in for a long ride

[moonhoures]

easy on you

pairing: yeonjun (txt) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: brat!reader, brat tamer!yeonjun, soft dom!yeonjun, very mild choking, dry humping, established relationship, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, strip jenga, unprotected sex, petnames “baby” “babe” and “good girl” for reader

word count: ~3.1K

posted: april 11, 2022

You hate games. They’re for children. At least, that’s the excuse you gave to Yeonjun when he asked you to play Scrabble with him during a power outage. The two of you had fortunately found a lamp that lit up enough of the living room of your apartment, so you camped in there and tried to find something to keep you two busy.

“Come on, babe, I’m bored. Just play one game with me,” your boyfriend spoke with a whiny tone, attempting to win you over with puppy dog eyes, “I’ll even let you pick.”

You heaved a sigh and sunk further into the couch cushion, “Jun, I’m really not in the mood.”

“Please, babe, I’m going to lose my mind,” he took your hand in his, gripping it in desperation. It was almost laughable, “What if we did a game that wasn’t childish?”

“Like what?” you peered up at him with curious eyes, and suddenly you regretted asking. Because the look in his eyes told you his brain was up to no good.

“Like a strip game.”

“I have never heard a more college boy sentence come out of your mouth before,” you rolled your eyes as you looked back down at your lap where your hands twisted the strings on your pajama shorts.

“You’re just refusing because you know you’ll lose,” he smirked, “It’s okay. I can go easy on you, if you want.”

Prick. That’s what you called him in your head, because he knew you too well. He knew you were competitive; more importantly, he knew you didn’t like being patronized. Honestly, the two of you avoided playing games together because the both of you were too competitive, and games always ended in an argument or silent treatment from one of you being a sore loser. But none of that mattered now. You just wanted to make him eat his words.

Several minutes later, you were sitting next to him on the floor, the coffee table in front of you. You decided on Jenga as your game of choice, so you helped him stack up all the wooden blocks. Then, the game was on.

The first round was unusually quiet, full of concentrated stares as you calculated the best pieces to remove from the tower. You won, but Yeonjun made sure to win the second round. Your socks and his shirt were removed. He was going easy on you the first round to get you excited, but now he was in it to win. You played three more rounds, tensions growing with each one. Yeonjun won the third round only to be beat by you for the next two. Your shirt came off, and his pants and socks were the next to go. Luck didn’t look to be in his favor for this round.

“Any day now,” you mocked him, noting that two minutes had passed since you took your turn. He waved at you dismissively, focusing on the tower in front of him. It looked like it could collapse from one breath, so he needed to pick the perfect piece or else he would lose, “Come on, you’re taking too long.”

“Shut it,” he spoke through gritted teeth. You hid a smirk as you watched him reach forward and pick a block from the top. His nimble fingers grasped it and paused. He moved so cautiously, like a character in a movie during a slow motion scene. But his effort proved to be fruitless as the tower swayed and then fell on the tabletop, sending numerous blocks over the edge onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a moment to process his defeat while you smiled victoriously.

“Loser.”

“_______,” Yeonjun’s tone was a warning in itself, but you loved to push his buttons, so you continued.

“Awh, Junnie,” you teased with a smile stuck on your lips, “Nobody likes a sore loser. It’s okay, maybe you’ll win another game someday. In the meantime, let’s pick these up.”

You started to gather up the blocks in your hands, piling them up at the center of the table when you noticed how quiet Yeonjun got. The question of ‘what’s wrong?’ was about to slip from your lips when he suddenly caught your wrist in his grasp, keeping you from moving.

Your eyes met his as he said, “You’re right. Let’s play a different game.”

The darkness in his eyes, though possibly a trick of the light, didn’t go unnoticed by you. He had an ulterior motive, “Like what?“

“Like . . . one with our clothes off. I’m good at those. Plus, we’re already halfway there.”

As he spoke, his hand slid down your arm to your thigh, testing the waters that was your comfort. But again, he knew you too well. He knew exactly what to say and do to have you where he wanted you. He knew how weak you were for his caresses and his smoldering stare. He knew how much you loved being his little toy. And he knew you secretly loved games.

“Okay.”

That was all he needed to get you on the couch, clothes off and lips tangled. He sat in only his boxers, with you straddling his lap in your shorts. Your lips moaned against his in the messy make out session you were wrapped up in. You didn’t even realize you were grinding your clothed core against his until his hands were holding onto your hips tight enough to make you stop. Yeonjun pulled away from your lips with furrowed brows.

“Quit moving, baby.”

“But it feels good,” you pouted, arms circling around his shoulders. A tiny groan of pleasure escaped your lips as you dragged your center over his bulge again. Your boyfriend’s lower lip was pulled between his teeth and his eyelids flickered shut. He took a deep breath, then looked up at you with a stern glint in his eyes. His hands gripped your hips with more strength, forcing you to a halt. You humphed in disappointment.

“Don’t be a brat, ________.”

“Or what, Jun?”

The lamp light casted shadows on his face, making the sinister look in his eyes even more intimidating. It caused a shiver to run down your spine. He wet his full lips before displaying a small, mischievous smirk. His hands ran up from your waist to your bra, effortlessly unhooking it. It fell off of you with ease, and was forgotten once he tossed it aside.

“I’ll fuck the brat out of you,” he said nonchalantly before leaning forward and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His eyes stayed trained on yours as his tongue laved over your sensitive skin. His words were mumbled against your chest, “You want that?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyelids fluttering as you subconsciously ground your hips on his again.

“Then let’s get these off.”

Yeonjun’s hands were swift in taking off his boxers while you stripped off your shorts and panties. He helped you back onto his lap, letting your bare pussy hover over his hardening length. You were getting desperate and practically humping him. He found it adorable how needy he made you, smiling up at you while you pathetically whimpered for more.

He moved one hand up to your neck, caressing you as he pulled you to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest while your lips met in a hot mess of tongues and horny purring. His teeth tugged lightly on your lip before he moved down to kiss your neck.

“Yeonjun,” you moaned, trying to get his attention. He merely hummed, continuing to leave wet kisses along your heated skin, “I need you.”

“You got me, baby.”

You could feel his teasing smirk tickling your collarbone.

“You know what I mean,” you whined. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling his pumping heart underneath his muscles. They flexed under your touch, then they vibrated as a low chuckle erupted from him. The next whine that left your mouth was cut short by a moan as you felt the pads of his fingertips massaging your inner labia. He moved to your clit, relishing in the needy noises you made for him. You bucked up against his fingers, shivering when he rubbed the sensitive button just right, “Fuck.”

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yeah,” you spoke through an unstable breath, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Yeonjun could feel it too, your arousal slicking the tips of his fingers as he rubbed them over your slit. You were ready. So, he watched your expressions change intently as he sunk two fingers into your hole. Your lips parted in a gasp, and next thing you knew, you were rocking your hips with the calculated movements of his fingers as they thrusted in and out of you.

“You look gorgeous fucking my fingers, baby.”

“Bet I’ll look even prettier when I cum on them,” you tried to nonchalantly remark, but your voice wavered with the shiver that ran down your back. His fingers were massaging your walls so slowly, yet meticulously, that you were almost certain you could cum at any second.

“Is that right? You’re close already?” he asked, and like an idiot, you were oblivious to the sly tone of his voice.

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded, humping his fingers brainlessly. Within seconds you went from feeling like a buzz of electricity to a fizzling-out soda. You whined and shifted your hips in a desperate, pathetic attempt for sympathy as Yeonjun withdrew his fingers from your center.

You looked down to see him smirking up at you deviously as he stuck his essence-coated digits between his lips. A pit of annoyance bubbled in your chest as you groaned, “What was that for?”

“For being a brat,” he answered matter-of-factly, “Doesn’t feel good when you don’t get your way, huh?”

“Oh, bite me,” you scoffed, subconsciously grinding your soaked core against his thigh. He visibly swallowed before he effortlessly maneuvered you onto your back on the couch cushions. He laid between your hips, taking his turn to grind his bulge against your pussy. The glint of lust in your eye offset the angry jut of your lip.

“Now . . . are you gonna quit being a brat, or should I train you to be a good girl for me again?” he asked, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile when his hips rolled against yours and caused you to whimper.

“I-,” you were too busy thinking about how much better his dick would feel than his fingers did to really process what he was asking of you.

Yeonjun scoffed at your seemingly dumbfounded state, “What’s wrong? Can’t think straight until you get some dick? Is that it?”

You didn’t even respond; truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. So, you let your actions speak for you. Your legs propped up on the sides of his hips, and your hands pawed at his chest. You turned your head slightly to press a kiss on his forearm that was near your head, securing his body above yours.

“If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask, _________. Nicely.”

At this point, you were so desperate for him, that you would do whatever he asked of you, “Jun, please fuck me.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled before melding his lips with yours in a searing kiss. He focused on making out with you and delicately fondling your exposed breasts. Once he left a mark (or two) on your supple skin, he decided it was as good a time as any to take off his underwear,

“Ready?”

Your head shook fervently in a nod, and a wanton moan left your mouth as he reached between you to slip his hard cock between your waiting folds. Your lower back arched off the couch while he sunk further and further inside of you, reaching the places that you couldn’t reach by yourself. He drew the most pornographic sounds out of you with his slow, rhythmic thrusts.

“S-so good,” you mumbled against his neck, lips lazily pressing kisses to it. Despite how nice they felt, he was determined to stay stern with you.

“Speak up, baby.”

“It feels good, Yeonjun. So good,” your words released in a drawn out whine, and then you were suddenly left gasping as his hips picked up speed. Your chest was heaving from the deep breaths you couldn’t contain. The feeling of your lower abdomen tensing up made you realize that you were closer to cumming than you thought you were. Yeonjun felt your warm walls tightening around him every few seconds, so he knew now was the time to conceive his plan.

His hand wrapped under your left thigh and pulled it up higher on his waist to allow him more room and a better angle to fuck you in. Your fingernails dug into his biceps as your lips and teeth clashed with his messily. A melody made up of yours and his noises filled the dimly-lit room, and your brain felt like mush when he grunted and pumped into you a little harder.

“I want you to cum for me, babe, can you?” he asked, his hand reaching up to caress your cheek. He pressed a deceivingly sweet kiss to your forehead as you nodded. Before he could even correct you, you were already quick to do it yourself.

“Yes! Yes, I’m close,” you spoke through uneven breaths that only got heavier the faster he moved. He sat back on his calves and got a good grip on your thighs, holding them in place as he chased his orgasm along with yours. Both of them were getting closer and closer, and with only seconds between them, you both came. His eyes screwed shut as he let out a groan of your name and his body stuttered between your legs. Goosebumps were left on your skin in the wake of his fingertips.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you clenched and creamed on his cock, your legs locking around his waist. He let out a short, breathy laugh at your expense, admiring your naivety for a moment longer before he went into action.

Just as you were coming down and recovering from your orgasm, you were slightly confused when Yeonjun continued to slowly—and seemingly deliberately—thrust into you. At first, you assumed he was just helping you through your high, but it quickly became obvious that he had ulterior motives. Those motives were apparent when he brought his thumb up to his mouth and let some of his saliva drip onto the pad of it.

“Jun- I’m done,” you panted, pulling yourself up onto your elbows. Everything clicked as you watched his hand moved down to your pussy where his dick relentlessly moved in and out of you. You mumbled out some small, pathetic ‘no. no. no’s, but you were left a victim to Yeonjun’s punishment as he started to rub small circles over your clit. Your hips sunk down into the cushions in an attempt to get away from his touch, but his hips chased yours. A ragged breath escaped you as his cock plunged back into you and the circles on your sensitive nub got faster.

“Jun,” you whined pitifully.

“What, baby?”

“I’m sensitive,” you squirmed again, legs twitching and shifting around him. His free hand pinned one of your thighs down as the other continued to torture you, “Please!”

“If you want me to stop you need to use your words, _______. You remember the word.”

You did. You had settled on a safeword early in your relationship with him, and you were fortunate enough to not have to use it often. It was rare that you were in a position like this, being overstimulated to the point of feeling like your body was on fire. As crazy as it made you feel, you had to admit you liked it.

“You heard me?” he asked, easing up just a little on you to ensure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable.

“Y-yes,” you nodded, swallowing your nerves.

“Okay. You’re a good girl, _______. You can take one more for me,” he assured you, wetting his lips as your eyes fluttered.

Your pussy felt like it was starting to ache; there was that familiar, tight sensation quickly beginning to form in your womb. Incoherent babbling mixed with a plethora of moans and whines was all that came out of you as you barreled towards a second, more intense orgasm. Yeonjun stilled his hips while he was seated deep inside of you, but kept his thumb moving in the same rhythm he began with.

“Jun. Ah, fuck,” your voice turned into a choked sob and tears sprung at the corners of your eyes as you came. You felt your entire body tense up, and every muscle in your body was screaming for it to end. Your hands flew from Yeonjun’s shoulders to your center, clawing at his wrist until he graciously pulled off of you.

“Shh,” he cooed gently, rubbing your thigh soothingly, “I know, baby, it’s over. You did so well for me. I’m proud of you.“

“I’m sorry I was a brat,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you laid there helplessly, catching your breath. Yeonjun could feel himself starting to drip with sweat from the sex and also the lack of an A/C. He smiled sweetly at you, leaning down to kiss you with a sense of tenderness.

“I don’t know if I believe you, but I’ll forgive you this time. Next time I won’t go so easy on you, alright?” he half-joked when his lips pulled away from yours.

“Yeah? I guess I’ll have to go easy on you next time we play Jenga then.”

“I think I’m over playing games,” he shrugged, pulling you up in a sitting position so he could hold your face in his hands. His eyes looked warm, but they held something else deep inside of them.

“Because you suck at them?” you grinned, reveling in the sight of his jaw tensing. You didn’t even notice his hand moving from your cheek to your neck until he was applying the slightest bit of pressure to it, making you let out a squeak of surprise.

“Watch it, _______. I wouldn’t be talking like that if I was as sensitive as you are.”

And without warning, he lightly slapped his fingertips against your folds, making you gasp. He was right; your pussy was still thrumming from the overstimulation it got. There was no way you could handle another round, at least not so soon.

When you didn’t respond with your usual snarky comment, he chuckled lowly, “That’s what I thought.”

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[planetdream]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER MASTERLIST

(f) fluff | (s) smut/suggestive

OT5

☁️ — tomorrow x together as love languages series

— txt as physical touch (f)

— txt as acts of service (f)

— txt as quality time (f)

— txt as words of affirmation (f)

— txt as giving gifts (f)

☁️ — miscellaneous

— when you get a haircut (f)

— things txt says during a make out session (f)

— txt as couples halloween costumes (f)

— txt when you cover their face in kisses (f)

— txt and pet names (f)

— txt helping you during a stressful time (f)

— valentine’s day (f)

— free use (s)

— orgasm control (s)

— sex in semi public areas (s) (beomjun)

— kinks (s) (yeonkai)

— dildo training (s)

☁️ — that time when...

— yeonjun gave you a hickey (f)

YEONJUN

☁️ — thoughts

— hard thought (s)

— hard thought II (s)

— making out (s)

— seven hard thoughts (s)

— perv!yeonjun (s)

— bunny play (s)

— random thoughts (s)

— hard thought III (s)

— brat tamer yeonjun (s)

🌑 — fics

— taste of lust (s)

SOOBIN

☁️ — thoughts

— five hard thoughts (s) (☁️)

BEOMGYU

☁️ — thoughts

— beomgyu and free use (s)

— threesome w jeongin (s)

🌑 — fics

— bite (s)

TAEHYUN

nothing here yet :)

KAI

🧸 — drabbles

— lazy afternoons with kai (f)

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[yunhohours]

i thought it would be a fun question to ask: give taehyun of txt 5 kinks of yours (like kinks of yours that u think he would have or like )

oh this is interesting! especially considering taehyun gives me the biggest brat tamer vibes and that is my perfect pairing. ✌🏻we share these kinks even though we are on opposite sides of (most of) them.

1. SIZE. KINK. self explanatory. he’s tall and strong. he likes feeling that way

2. sensory deprivation. specifically blindfolds on his partner

3. orgasm control/denial. he makes the rules sorry not sorry

4. collaring. he would choose something lowkey you could wear all day everyday wherever you go. loves the unsaid possessiveness of you wearing it around everyone you know

5. sensation play. taehyun holding an ice cube in his mouth and dragging it down your body fuck me up