taekook / vkook oneshots (smut)

Pure smut (mini story)

⚠️ Had to get this idea out of my head and write it down. Really short but real smutty hehe.

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wobbly and strangled are the perfect way to describe the moans leaving taehyung's throat. every time he sinks down on the massive dildo that is stuck to the ground, secured with a sucker, his walls stretch to the max and he is dying for it. it has been too long, too stressful to even think about himself, staring to much at that boy whom his heart beats for. harder, faster, he feels it, but he wants to feel it. the pleasure of the burn deep down, making his stomach tingle in a too addictive way. with close eyes he can't think of anyone else except jeongguk. his body, his hair, the muscles, is it too much to ask? he imagines the dildo inside of him being a very well alive and throbbing cock. he rides jeongguk as he rolls his hips down once, twice, thrice until his thigh muscles ache. his hands gripping on the carpet but rather imagined as the others toned chest, nipples hard and pink, involuntary touched by hands that need to hold on to something. taehyung mindlessly takes a hold of the remote, making the ring around his own cock vibrating even more, yet making it impossible for him to come due to it's tightness. but he loves it, the pleasure so overwhelming, the love so forbidden, his body begging for some type of release. but deep down he knows that once this is over, once he crashes down to earth his life will still be the same. right now, he has no time to think about it as his left hand goes down to grab the dildo, removing it from the ground with a loud 'pop!' and pounds it into his fluttering hole which was clenching about nothing but air. his back arches in the most beautiful way for nobody to be seen except himself, opening his eyes he looks at the big mirror right in front of him as he keeps pushing the dildo in and out of himself. his own cock, flushed pink and throbbing as he clips off the still vibrating ring and replaces it with his hand. looking in the mirror, his long fingers wrapping around his dick, slowly tugging it while his whole body moves in the rhythm his left hand has set up. his mouth hanging wide open to make up for the lack of oxygen as strings of moans keep spilling like a mantra. they consist of sighs but also a name, jeongguk's name to be precise. he wants to feel it, he wants to feel warm big hands holding him as he slowly looses the battle of pleasure. his right hand now traveling all over his body, pinching the swollen nipples, gribbing his hips and feeling the bulge the dildo causes. he is so lost, yet needing more of it, more pleasure, more real feelings as he quickly thinks of his vibrating dildo that is tucked away in his closet. he quickly lubes it, not caring that it spills on the carpet, it is not his money anyway, as he turns it on. the low buzzing sound, a too familair sound but it perks his senses to the max, body knowing exactly what it means. it vibrates on the lowest setting as he puts it inside of him, body now resting on a mattress. he feels it, the realness but also the longing for it to be real, for it to be jeongguks that is going to wreck him as he already was so close. his left arm laying over his head, setting higher as his movements slow down. it is his right hand that chooses the level of his torture. and today it is turned up high as the remote is tossed away. the highly realistic dildo is now moving in and out of him at a painfully slow peace, but the thing is vibrating heavenly as it causes taehyung to choke on his moans. it feels so real, the way he drags it in and out of himself, his right hand again on his cock just fumbling with it, feeling the pre come dripping out of it. he imagines jeongguk telling him to beg for his release but still touch him to stimulate him even more. the burn in his stomach like a fire, ready to break out and still he holds back. the touches, the squeezes and the dildo that fills him up while still abusing the spot he likes the most. the movements speeding up as his long fingers wrap around his cock, gripping it tightly and working as the cock ring that lays somewhere on the ground. a mantra released from his throat as he struggles to even pronounce the name of his crush correctly when his eyes squished closed and eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. both hands now holding onto his dick, instead of strangling it this time hastily strocking it as the dildo it deep inside of him, constantly vibrating against his sweet spot. it ruins him, the way his come covers up his body, dirtying the sheets in the process, his rim clenching and that one name that echoes through the roam as a loud and high-pitched voice cries it out, hoping that it already the day of his parents death so he can be with the one he wants to spend his life with, to be with him till the world collapses.