This TXT fanfic collection spans romance, fluff, angst, and smut, immersing readers in a range of intimate experiences with the band members. It's a concise journey through love, longing, and passion, creating unforgettable moments.
Pairing: Taehyun x Reader Summery: Y/N and Taehyun play strip Mario Kart where whoever looses, removes an item of clothing. Y/N keeps loosing every round meaning she looses a lot of items of cloths Style: Smut, Romance, Comedy, Fluff Word Count: 497
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Y/N's fingers fumbled on the controller, her focus split between the brightly colored characters racing on the screen and the warmth of Taehyun's breath against her skin. She was never good at video games, which was precisely why Taehyun, her boyfriend, loved challenging her to them. Their current game of choice was Mario Kart, but with a daring twist reminiscent of strip poker: the loser of each round had to remove an item of clothing. Sitting on the couch, Y/N was now without her clothes, her attention torn between the game and the sensations Taehyun was eliciting from her. His lips and tongue worked magic, drawing soft hums from her lips as she tried to focus on the race.
"Taehyun, I can't concentrate," she murmured, half-protesting, half-pleading.
He chuckled against her skin, sending shivers up her spine. "That's the point, isn't it?" he teased, his voice muffled.
Y/N tried to steady her hands, but her character swerved wildly on the screen. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Taehyun's hair, urging him closer. The response was a playful slap on her thigh, making her yelp. As the race progressed, her mind became a delightful blur. Her character was halfway around the track, but she was close to losing control, her hips rolling instinctively against Taehyun's teasing mouth. Just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled away, leaving her hanging precariously.
Y/N let out a frustrated whine. "Taehyun!"
He looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You have to win if you want more," he said, the smirk evident in his voice.
Determination surged through her. She grasped the controller with renewed focus, her competitive side awakened by his challenge. Each round, Taehyun's teasing touches and kisses made her falter, her character crashing into virtual obstacles. The room was charged with a mix of frustration, desire, and playful competition. After what felt like an eternity, and many lost rounds, Y/N finally saw her character cross the finish line in first place. She threw her head back in triumph, a victorious laugh escaping her lips. Taehyun didn't hesitate this time. He dived back in, his movements more fervent. Y/N's hands found his hair again, holding him close as her body responded eagerly. Her climax washed over her in waves, her voice calling out Taehyun's name. He slowed, allowing her to ride out the aftershocks, then kissed his way up her stomach. His lips were glossy, a reminder of their passionate game. Gently, he cradled her in his arms, his gaze soft and affectionate.
Y/N caught her breath, her eyes meeting Taehyun's. "I think I'm starting to like video games," she said with a playful smile.
Taehyun's laugh was warm and genuine. "I'm glad. But next time, maybe we play for something else. I prefer seeing you win."
The room filled with their laughter, the echoes of their game mingling with the promise of more playful challenges to come.
