trigger warning(s): suggestive descriptions, mentions of polyamory, depictions may not be entirely accurate
kinktober day 20 prompt: polyamory
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they are both shy to make the first move even though everyone knows they like you. You had to drag them out one night and confess you like both of them and want to date them.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where you adore them, even more, when they get affectionate with each other. Calling them by their favorite cute nicknames in the bed makes them blush all the time.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they would do anything you asked to; especially in bed. They love hearing you moan their names more than anything. They love it when you are loud, and they know you love it more when they are loud.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they both let you take charge in the bedroom. They’re your obedient pretty boys who love kissing your body and have you on top of them.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where the younger is the most eager to please the both of you while Taeyang is the one who will teasingly strip dance for you and Youngkyun. His eyes send naughty winks in the mirror, watching you and Youngkyun getting more turned with each second that passes.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they love being sneaky around the members and teasing you with their fingers on your thighs underneath the dinner table or kiss your neck and grip your ass in the kitchen while the others are next door.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they always take you out on dates and insist on taking a photo of your smile each time because you are the most beautiful when you smile.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they insist on helping you with the most mundane tasks no matter how boring because they feel they must protect their baby.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where every movie night date ends with the three of you falling asleep on the couch while cuddling; limbs tangled together and fingers intertwined while the bowl of popcorn gets dropped on the floor.
Polyamory with Yoo Taeyang and Youngkyun where they drive you insane in the most childish way sometimes and you feel you want to kill them, but in the end, you always laugh and kiss their lips because you love them to bits.
A/N: This is written for @wxstethenxght 💖 after a long day. I hope this little drabble manages to cheer you up just a little. I got inspired by the song; Clinton Kane - I guess I am in love. All the credits go to that song.
Fluff, fluff and more fluff
Looking at the man above you, taking in all that he is you realize you've become what you always day dreamed about now that you're laying there with your head on his chest. The way he traces the lines on your skin, the way he even traces your innerself unknowingly while he reads his book that you remember he absolutely loves the things you always try to hide from not only others but for yourself too yet he manages to grasp those features, those traits and show them love.
No one knows, not even the comforting man right there with you, but with him, the hope you put away is within your reach again. Eventhough you're a mess sometimes, overthinking little things, Taeyang pulls you close with one arm resting on your lower back to press your cheeks against his clothed chest to let you breathe in his familiar scent that always helps to catch your breath and drives away the thoughts that always seemed to linger around and nag.
Cupping his cheek, you look into his eyes and where he normally helps you to catch your breath, this is where often lose it when you feel the intense love burning behind his dark orbs when they lock with yours.
You would think your heartbeat would pick up it's pace however it always seems to fall back to a comfortable one as if she knows she is home, that she is safe. It's more than anything you felt before. It's also the sudden thought and feeling that this right here, right now with him is everything you ever wanted but never thought you would be able to find it, to experience it. All these years of heartbreak.. Someone who was worth the wait.
"Taeyang?" a sound that slips from tongue and creates a name that has become home. And he answers with a hum while he traces your lips with the tip of his fingers.
"Thank you." you whisper, eyes pricking with tears as your heart feels full, full of love, full of realization and once again filled with hope.
And Taeyang? Taeyang just smiles at you with this gentle look and holds you close, placing a kiss on top of your head and lifts up his book again as starts to read to you.
A/N: I loved my morning, I hated my afternoon… so here it is, another emotional roller coaster of me just wanting to fucking escape and have someone comfort me and remind me I’m enough...
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, talk about appearance, fluff?.
You pick up your pale pink coloured boots, anger coursing through your veins, you exit your bedroom, grabbing a hair tie along with your phone and quickly move down the hallway to the front door, you couldn’t believe what you had just heard, you open the front door and close it, sitting down on the step to pull on your shoes, you take the elastic you had managed to grab before exiting your room and tie your hair, you needed to get away for a minute or an hour, you stand and move forward, quickly leaving the property, you move down the street with a quick pace, your mind racing, replaying the words over and over in your head, you felt so angry, you couldn’t explain what you felt in that moment.
You just wanted to get away from your house right now, you needed time to yourself to think and cool down, you weren’t sure how long you had walked, how far you had gone, but you found yourself in a park, the anger gone and now replaced with sadness, you knew you shouldn’t let those words get to you, you know you should brush it off, but it was just... impossible, your insecurities were used against you just as you were building up your confidence, and now you were a mess once again, wondering if it was even worth trying to build confidence or just leave it.
You sit down on a park bench, tears forming in your eyes, you take in a deep breath, your nose becoming runny as you try to keep yourself from crying, you didn’t want to cry, but it was happening without you being able to do anything about it, you were so overwhelmed with emotion, tears quickly stained your cheeks, you bring your hands up to your face, covering your eyes as you sobbed in silence, everyone passing by ignored you, thankfully, you didn’t want to deal with anything or anyone right now, you just wanted to be left alone by anyone passing by.
You sob and sniff, you were slowly becoming a mess, fuck, you wished you just had someone to hold you, to tell you that you’re perfect the way you looked, to fucking hug you instead of breaking down your confidence, you just needed that someone right now, and it seemed like the world decided to take pity on you for a moment, your phone vibrates in your hand, you sniff and turn it to face you, seeing who was calling you, you could feel your heart racing, more tears coming from your eyes.
You didn't want him to see you like this, a mess, but fuck, his voice always brought you comfort, his smile always made you smile, your thumb shakily hovers above the answer button, you knew if you didn’t answer he would text you, and then you would never reply to him, you press the answer button and shakily bring the phone to your ear, trying to keep your sobs and sniffs under control, but it slipped before you could even say ‘hello’.
“What’s wrong?” You could hear the worry laced in his tone, which made you sob harder, fuck, was he the only one that would give you the care and love you needed? “Why are you crying?” You heard movement on the other side. “Where are you?” You hear a door open and loud footsteps as he practically ran down the hallway. “Send me the pin to your location, please, I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
“Okay…” You shakily say, more tears spilling over your cheeks.
“Stay right there, I’ll be there as soon as I can be, wherever you may be.” He says, you nod your head, knowing he won’t see you, the line goes dead, and you lower the phone away from your ear, you sob as you unlock your phone and go to his contact, and tap on ‘share location’ before hitting send, you lock your phone and put it face down on your knee as you lean forward, your hands covering your face once again as you tried to keep your sobs and sniffs down.
You weren’t even sure how much time passed since you left the house, you weren’t even sure how much time passed since you sent the text message to him, maybe only a few minutes passed, maybe hours passed, you didn’t know at that point.
You look up as you hear someone crouch down in front of you, a comforting hand comes to your back and gently holds you, his heart broke at the sight he found you in, tear-stained cheeks, red eyes, lips swollen.
“I found you.” Taeyang softly says. “Come on, let me take you back to the dorms.” He softly says, you lean forward, laying your head against his shoulder, bursting into tears, his arms immediately, as if it was an instinct, wrap around you and pull you even closer to him, you slid off the bench and onto your knees, crying louder into his shoulder, his hand comfortingly slides up and down your back, trying his best to comfort you, but without him knowing what caused this, he wouldn’t be able to help you, the sounds broke his heart, and he just hoped his Hyung would understand why he was taking so long to bring you to the car. “Come on, sweetheart.” He carefully helps you to your feet, your head staying against his shoulder as he begins guiding you to where Jaeyoon was waiting for him and you.
You tried to keep your sobs down as Jaeyoon drove you back to the dorms, you completely missed the concerned looks from him as he looked in the rearview mirror, Taeyang only returned the concerned looks as he had no idea what had happened either, when you arrived at the building, Taeyang’s arm stayed around you as he guided you to the elevators and then unlocked the door to their dorm, Jaeyoon following behind, wanting to be sure you were all right, Taeyang barely looked at his group members as he leads you to the bedroom he shared with Hwiyoung.
“What happened?” You heard one of them ask, Jaeyoon shrugs as he drops his keys into the bowl by the door, shutting and locking the door also, you enter the bedroom, and he moves you to his bed, sitting you down on, he quickly sits down next to you, pulling you closer against him.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He softly asks, and then you break down completely, telling him the entire story, sobbing through it, he just held you, letting you cry into his shirt, he could always change it later, comforting you was more important right now, when you finished, you were a shaking mess and crying harder, everyone still in the dorm heard you crying louder as you told him the story, his heart broke even more as he listened to the story, to what had happened at home, and fuck, he was angry about it, his hand's cup your cheeks, lifting your head to look at him. “Listen to me, listen carefully to me, you are beautiful, you are perfect, you don’t need to look a certain way to be beautiful, it’s what’s inside that’s beautiful and what really matters.” You slowly nod your head, your cheeks being squished by his big hands. “I can’t believe they said that, you are so beautiful, I am so in love with you, and I want to protect you from them so much, protect you from their lies and bullshit.” It felt like you were starting to cry more.
But not because of hurt, but because someone cared, someone loved you and was showing it to you, in his presence you felt so much love and care, you almost forget about all the shit when you were with him, he made you feel so special, you just wanted to be loved and cared for, you just needed that someone to show you how much they love and care you, which made you cry even harder.
“Please, don’t cry over them.” He softly says. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.” His hands slide down and wrap around your body, pulling you close against him before laying down on his bed, pulling you closer to him, his hands held you close to him, letting you cry, he wished he could take away the hurt, to make everything better, but he knew the only way to do that was to get you out of your household, and that would be a task on its own.
Hours passed, and you had fallen asleep with your head buried against his chest, his hand comfortingly stroking your hair, he had removed the hair tie and tossed it onto the floor, his head laid on the pillow as he tried to think of solutions, for the time being, his head snaps up as he heard someone at the door, Youngbin stood there, looking at him with concern, they hadn’t heard any sound coming from the room for hours, and he had volunteered to go see what was happening.
“You can tell us tomorrow.” Youngbin whispers, grabbing a blanket that was hanging over the door, he moves towards the bed. “It sounded bad.”
“It is.” Taeyang softly says, Youngbin covers you and Taeyang with the blanket. “I hope it’s not too much if she stays for the night.”
“She needs you, none of us mind,” Youngbin says, Taeyang nods his head and watch Youngbin retreat out of the room, he lays his head down on the pillow, closing his eyes as he listens to your breathing.
Warnings: mentions of death; heavy make out session, swearing (one word)
A/n: I'm finally back with the second chapter after centuries. Hope you’ll enjoy it and excuse any mistakes <3
"Gosh, I'm so tired. I was made for a bohemian life, not this. Why can't I just read and do whatever I want all day? Why should I work? And why is work so hard? Ooof, Y/N..", Inseong whined like a child, throwing himself onto the old comfy couch.
You giggled at the succession of rhetorical questions and antics of your best friend, as you put the now clean book on the bookshelf. You slump down in the couch as well and put your head on Inseong's shoulder. He put his head on top of yours, in return, and you both stayed silent for a moment. Your eyes thoroughly scanned the room and you couldn't help but smile satisfactorily at seeing the outcome of your hard work and arm pain.
"You did a great job today, dummy. You should be proud of yourself.", you said playfully and Inseong immediately lifted his head and moved away from you (and you almost fell on him because of his sudden movement), and looked at you with a very serious expression written on his face.
"Listen, young lady. First of all, I'm called Brainseong for a reason,", he said scornfully, waving his index finger left and right in front of your face and you could barely hold your laughter. - ,, And second, you also did a great job today. Thank you for accepting to help me put the antique bookstore in order. I don't know what I would do without you. God knows how long it would take me to do everything myself.", his voice was now gentle and his soft, warm eyes were looking at yours.
When he called you this morning, on the verge of an existential crisis, you immediately took your phone and bag, leaving your warm breakfast and coffee, and a big pile of dirty dishes in the sink, and ran to him so fast that even some athletes would be envy if they could see you. You wrote a quick message to Rowoon to let him know that you won't be able to meet him for lunch before you entered the antique bookstore, where you found a very stressed Inseong looking at the endless dusty bookshelves and countless boxes of books, that were waiting to be brought back to life. It was the same place from your memories, where you and Inseong used to hide from the outer world and people, surrounded securely by your best friends and best weapons in the whole world- books. You would spend all day there, reading and studying, sharing secrets no one could hear, and sometimes helping Inseong’s grandparents, who you loved as they were your own family and from whom Inseong inherited the love for knowledge and how important it is to be good and compassionate person in this hard life. They often reminded their grandson how proud they were of the person he was becoming and how much they would love him, no matter what would happen. They too made him promise that when they are physically gone, he would take good care of their small special antique bookstore but that he would also continue teaching at the university, for which he worked and studied hard. And now, almost a year after they both left this world, Inseong decided that it was high time that he kept the promise he had once made to his beloved grandparents. He knew the wound of their passing was still fresh and that it left a hole in his soul that was never going to be filled, but at the same time he knew that they would be alive, as long as they lived in his heart; as long as they were remembered, be it even by him; as long as this antique bookshop was alive.
You didn’t even hesitate to leave everything behind and help him even in your day off. It meant a lot to Inseong and although he was usually a chatterbox, there were times when he couldn’t properly express his thoughts and feelings. You didn’t need them, though. You just took off your coat, rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and set to work. You both worked non-stop, cleaning the bookshelves and the books themselves and arranging them. You vacuumed the carpets, mopped the wooden floor, removed all the cobwebs. In the end everything shone as if it was brand new and yet one could still feel that magical and mystical atmosphere such places usually held.
“Mmm, you’re right. You would be lost without me.“, you agreed but your joke was met with Inseong (attacking) tickling you. Your screams and his laughter filled the spacious room, making you recall forgotten memories from a time when life was not so difficult.
“Okay, okay. You got your revenge.“, you said and wiped the tears off your eyes with one hand, while the other was on your aching from so much laughter tummy. Your eyes shifted to look at the clock on the wall. It was 8p.m, which meant that you had been cleaning for 12 hours straight. It was late and yet you couldn’t feel how fast time flied today.
“It’s late. You’d better go home now and have some well-deserved rest.”, Inseong said, as he followed your gaze.
“Mhm.”, you murmured and stood from the couch to gather all your things and be ready to leave. “Won’t you go home now as well?“, you asked your best friend when you saw him still sitting on his spot.
“I will stay for a bit longer. I have some another task left to do.“
“Ohh! Do this another task has to do anything with that girl you met at that café?“, you asked with a devilish smile on your face. Inseong scoffed.
“You ask too many questions.”
“Okay, Mr. Brainseong. Keep your secrets. But know that the blush on your cheeks exposes you.“, you said, pointing at his crimson red cheeks before you turned you back to him and head to the door.
“Y/N, wait. I have to give you something.“, Inseong said and went to a small room hidden behind one of the shelves. He came back a minute later with a small package and a beautiful bouquet of snapdragons in hands. You were speechless.
“I found this book a few months ago with a letter in it. It is for you, from my grandma. And this bouquet of flowers is from me. I wanted to thank you for everything. By the way, snapdragons mean grace and virtue but also protection from evil.“, Inseong said, handing you the things he had prepared for you.
“I... you didn’t have to, Inseong. Thank you.“, you said, still perplexed by the surprise. Inseong hugged you and sweetly kissed the top of your head, making you even more surprised.
“I should thank you, Y/N. Thank you for coming today and for being my friend. For everything. You are a good friend but most importantly, you’re a good person.“, your best friend said, looking into your eyes. There was something in them, something in Inseong’s behavior that you couldn’t decipher and that make you worry.
“Stop looking at me like that. Go home to your prince charming, he must be waiting for you.“, he teased.
“Good night, Inseong.“, you whispered and kissed his cheek.
“Good night, Y/N. Text me when you get home. Send greetings to your prince from me.“
“I will.“,- you said and smiled at each other before you opened the door and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
Inseong’s smile quickly faded away once you were out of his sight. He took his phone out of the pockets of his jeans and send a quick message: “Ready.”
“Well done. I will be waiting for you at our place. Kisses, xxx“, he read the message and sighed deeply once he locked the doors of the antique bookstore and looked at the dark, starless sky. “Grandma, grandpa, please, forgive me.“, he whispered and made his way to the place for his meeting.
The smell of your favorite pasta mixed with your lover's perfume and hearing him singing engulfs your senses as soon as you step into the apartment. You smile. It smells like home. You tiptoe to the kitchen and carefully put the bouquet on the dining room. Rowoon still didn’t have a clue that you were there and you used this special moment to go behind him and wrap your arms around his long frame.
“Welcome home, love.”, your boyfriend cheerfully said, turning off the stove to face your shocking expressions.
“No way. I was so careful. I wanted to surprise you.“, you pout and he can’t help but laugh at your cuteness and pinch your rosy cheeks. You’re too adorable.
“I can even recognize your shadow from kilometers.“- Rowoon proudly declares and you roll your eyes. Sometimes you feel like he’s a Superman or something.
“Oh, really?“, you ask, cocking your eyebrow. Your boyfriend lifts you up and places you on the kitchen counter, pulling you closer to sweetly kiss your lips.
“I’m glad you’re finally at home, Y/N.“, he says, linking his forehead with yours, while his large hands are gently holding yours.
“I’m glad I’m here with you too.“, you say and smile against each other’s lips.
“How is Inseong? Is this beautiful bouquet on the dining table from him?“
“Yeah, he just wanted to thank me for his help. And I don’t know, Rowoon. He seems fine but there is something unusual in his behavior. I don’t know if this is because of that girl the mentioned a few times or because of something else.”
“A girl?“, Rowoon asks, now he cocking his eyebrow.
“Mmm, a girl. He even said that he was going to leave later because he had a task. When I mentioned that girl, he blushed like a high school girl in love.“, you said and Rowoon laughed at the image of your best friend fallen in love with someone. It was something nice for him to hear, though, but he wondered which was that person who got the hermit Kim Inseong leave his fortress. It was even difficult for someone like Rowoon to read him.
“I’ve missed you so much.“, you say, snapping Rowoon out of his thoughts.
“I’ve missed you too. Even more than you can imagine.“, he says. You grab the back of his neck, his hands wrap around you instinctively, lips hungrily devouring each other, tongues dancing in unison. Soft moans fill the room, you two become needier with every passing second and every exchanged kiss. A low, deep groan leaves Rowoon’s mouth when you put your hand on his already hard member.
“Baby girl. What about the delicious dinner I cooked for you?“, your boyfriend asks, as you hurriedly remove his T-shirt, revealing his toned body.
“Fuck dinner, love. I want you. Here and now.”, you say and moan when you feel your boyfriend’s lips leaving a beautiful mark on your neck. The first one for this long, long, night.
“Putting a microphone in a bouquet of flowers. I should say, this is a very clever idea.“, Hwiyoung, the youngest in the team and the IT specialist said, while preparing coffee to help him wake up for his night shift.
“He’s called Brainseong for a reason.”, Dawon declared, munching the heavenly delicious chicken he finally managed to eat after finishing his workout.
“Hey, sunshine, she’s already at home.“, Dawon shouted and a tall boy entered the room after a minute.
Yoo Taeyang took the headphones his friend handed him and took a deep breath. For some reason he was feeling tense and nervous and he didn’t know why.
“Hyung, are you okay?“, Hwiyoung asked a bit concerned.
“Yeah, don’t worry. It was a busy day at the flower shop.“, Taeyang said and reassuringly tapped his shoulder.
“No way. I was so careful. I wanted to surprise you.“
“I can even recognize your shadow from kilometers.“
“Wow, that dude must have amazing eyesight.“, Dawon said, making Taeyang chuckle and Hwiyoung rolling his eyes. Not even two minutes later, Dawon and Hwiyoung’s eyes widened at the sound of what it seemed a very intense make out session.
“Woah, that becomes steamy.“, Dawon said after hearing your first moan, that made Hwiyoung almost spill his coffee on the keyboard.
Taeyang’s breath was becoming heavier and heavier. He clenched his fists and felt nauseous. Anger rushed through his veins and he felt like was suffocating. He abruptly removed the headphones he was wearing and exited the room that felt too small now, slamming the door behind him, leaving Dawon and Hwiyoung puzzled and looking questionably at each other. This definitely wasn’t going to end well.
@forevermyloveno5 Honey, you gave me the green light so here I go. I'm not sure if we painted the same flat in our minds. Anyways, writing this based on your scenario was so fun!
Pairing: husband! Yoo Taeyang x gn reader
Word count: 0,9k
Summary: One extraordinary day of your married life
That Wednesday morning followed the same rhythm of a Weekend. You were able to slowly sip from your coffee while the sounds of Taeyang came from the bathroom. It started with the heavy drops of water while he sings, that song he had been choreographing. He showed you some steps and you anticipated the result as much as him. After his shower, you heard the hairdryer and you're not sure why but that made you feel grateful for every little detail of your life. You sighed without noticing.
Your breakfast was taking so long, you looked more like a child toying with your food while the thoughts came and left your mind. You also graced the lilies next to you with your childish touch. That was your right because it was your own day off.
In the kitchen, you dangled your legs sitting on the cornet bar tool with your back to the living room. The counter where you ate was tall and marked the limits between the two ambiances contained in the same broad room of your attic flat.
The hairdryer sounds silenced. Now all you got was your chewing sounds. After a minute or two, you heard steps approaching, so you turned to contemplate your husband's face.
"Still eating?" Taeyang looked at you confused. His gaze slid to every detail of your figure. The mug you held with both your hands close to your chest, your feet now resting on the support of the tool. You looked absolutely peaceful, way too peaceful to a metropolitan morning. You should be rushing to the bathroom because it was your turn to do something to fix your morning disheveled self. Why weren't you doing anything? "Are you feeling well?"
You chuckled tilting your head and showing a smile that weighed less than a feather. "Do I look unwell?"
Taeyang ignored the string of hush pulling him and scanned your face instead. You actually radiated soft vibes and it quickly drew a silly smile from him. "You're staying home on a weekday and haven't let me know beforehand" he deduced.
You hopped out of the tool, bare feet on the wooden floor, and hugged him by surprise. "I've been so exhausted that I dozed off before telling you about anything."
You felt him pressing a kiss on top of your head. " You were really tired yesterday. I wish I could cancel my classes and stay with you" he confessed low".
You pulled your face back from his chest to look at his eyes. "You'll be teaching children in the studio today, right? what if I pass by to say hello later?"
The studio where Taeyang taught and created choreographies was located downtown. You headed there after doing everything you needed at a slow pace in your shared flat. Why wasn't this the normal pace? you thought.
You went upstairs in the building and spied on your husband while he showed some steps to a little girl. He looked even taller among the small group of pretty children. The girl did as he instructed and the teacher smiled brightly. You could read his lips saying "great job".
You got excited from the distance. Your head only peeked from the curve in the corridor. They could be seen inside the studio through the quite large glass door. You let them all dance to a song. Then finally revealed yourself when the class was about to end.
One of the little boys that gathered around Taeyang spotted you arriving. You put your index finger close to your mouth - shhh - making the little one cover his mouth to stop himself from alarming the others.
Taeyang was standing with his back facing the door as you waited outside, he seemed to be explaining something which the children paid full attention. Your body bounced without you meaning it. Your husband wrapped up the class high-fiving each one of his learners. When he turned to the exit, his eyes found yours and he got surprised. He looked incredibly pure as he invited you to enter with a hand movement right away.
"Who are they?" you heard a sweet girl whisper to a mate.
"Y'all, this is my wife/husband, their name is Y/N." Your sunshine was softly blushing.
The melody of all of those little cuties greeting you in unison made your heart skip a beat. You even brought one hand to your chest.
"It's a pity that you haven't arrived earlier" one of them lamented.
"Oh, I would be embarrassed if they saw me dancing!" exclaimed the girl who you observed Taeyang attentively explaining steps.
"No need to be embarrassed, Mia. You dance really well" The teacher touched her on the shoulder for reassurance and she nodded in response. You secretly wished her to be more confident in herself, however, Taeyang was good at helping.
You quickly told everyone how happy you were to know them so they could run out of the studio for their freedom. Children were always in a rush for no reason.
"Wow! They are fast." You exclaimed in admiration. They were all going flooding the hall in a second.
"Be careful in the stairs!" Taeyang shouted peeking his face in the corridor but they probably did not hear. "they are full of energy" he sighed wiping up some sweat from his forehead.
"I like them though!" you spoke your impressions without thinking. You especially liked to see the love of your life going along with his younger learners.
He pulled you close and showered your face with random pecks.