Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

scandalous, good sir

It was about eleven thirty pm when Taeyong burst into your room and decided to make it his life's new purpose to distract you.

You had finally sat down to write, having an inkling of what you could put down when he came about, eyes way too bright and a shit eating smile on his face. How were you supposed to type out a very important article for a project when he was right there?

Stupid pretty distracting boy.

Somehow you had gravitated further and further away from your desk, and to your bed, sitting with your laptop on your legs as you sat on Taeyong's lap with his arms looped around your torso.

"Oh," you said tiredly, suddenly remembering something you had to ask him about, "Uh, I have a writing thing in a few weeks." You said, rubbing your eye with your fist. "Could you come with me when I have to submit the story?"

"I thought you hadn't written anything?"

"Oh yeah, It's an old story, I'm submitting in hopes I get chosen for this writing project, they're publishing the stories that are chosen in a book."

"That's great," he said, rubbing your side comfortingly, "Of course I'll be there". You yawned, trying to focus your attention back onto your work, but Taeyong proved to be the one you captured all of it at the moment.

And it was so easy, giving into him that was, because your writer's block hadn't left and really writing was becoming a pain. Any distraction was welcome but at the same time you couldn't get distracted because you had so much to do!

But when his lips brushed against your neck, that was the last straw.

At first, you were sure you could ignore him. Maybe it was just an accident while he was watching you work, surely he didn't do it on purpose right? Couldn't be-

And then you felt a very deliberately placed kiss at the side of your throat, and you froze, fingers stilling on your keyboard. It was soft, just pressing his lips against your neck before he moved them upwards and kissed you there.

Oh hell no.

You shut your laptop with a start, placing it to the side and attempting to get out of his hold. You could feel the cocky expression on his face without even having to turn around and look at it for yourself, and let out a small yelp when he pulled you back, turning you around so you were facing him.

"What happened?" He asked innocently and you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. His hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer until you're forced to meet his half lidded gaze, "Going somewhere?"

You stuttered and he smirked, tugging you so close that you're back on top of him, and his lips were back on your neck. He left open mouthed butterfly kisses up until your jaw, and your eyes fluttered shut, fingers fisting the material of his shirt.

Taeyong seemed to like your response, smirking against your skin. In contrast to what you were usually used to, these kisses were far from soft. They held a sort of desperation, and they felt scalding hot, nipping against your jaw. A whimper left you, and you felt as if you were going to melt right then and there in his arms.

If you weren't already sitting down, you would've buckled from his kisses. They were utterly intoxicating, and you felt warm all over. He abandoned your neck, clicking his tongue as he looked up at you, suppressing a grin at the fucked out expression on your face, before leaning forward and slotting his lips between yours.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at the ends as gently as you could, kissing him back. Your kisses were innocent, just pecks, but this was far from that. You pulled him closer, legs around his waist.

His fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, before abandoning it all together, And you felt his hands- which were cold in comparison- graze your skin, thumb brushing against your waist in slow back and forth motions, and you felt a little dizzy but in the best way possible.

Your breathing was heavy as he finally pulled away, it felt like your lungs were on fire and probably so was your face.

"Someone enjoyed that," he teased, and you looked away, "Fuck you."
"I know you want to."

You slapped him playfully, scowling, "I hate you."

"No you don't," he said confidently, "You love me."

Rolling your eyes, you yawned, blinking, "My article," you said softly, looking at your now closed laptop that was kept off to the side. "You're such a distraction I'm never letting you into my room while I'm working."

"The reason I came was to stop you from working late, not makeout with you but that's just the added bonus," he said amusedly, "Come on, you should sleep."

"But-"

"Nope, sleep with me."

You gasped, heat rising to your face and yet you decided that taking a dig at his expense was far more important than your flustered state , "Scandalous!"

Even in the darkness of your room, you could see his face flush, which was ironic considering you were in his place a minute ago. "I didn't-Not that- you know what? It's late and I have no energy to defend myself from your twelve year old humour."

And the two of you were back at best friend territory, laughing and joking with each other, the tension in the room dissipated almost immediately. Putting your stuff back, you decide to give into his pleading.

You go to bed in his arms, perfectly content.