~I do NOT hate the villain of this story irl, Doyoung is one of the first members that caught my attention and I love him so so so so much, so don't come murder me and my family
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"Taeyong." I said cautiously. As he neared me, I smelled the slightest scent of whiskey. He frick fracking drunk. So I decided to just push him off and go to sleep. He'll probably just calm down. Yet as I pushed him, he didn't bulge a single millimeter. I trembled as the lust in his eyes grew and he climbed on top of me. He murmured again. "I said, prove your love babygirl. I wanted this long ago, but now I can't wait. I love you and I just want to put my-" I slapped his mouth and it's my hand, but he peeled it away. Then, he stared at my pjs and smirked. "So my little pussy wears pussies on herself. Well, well." A moan shot out as he attacked my neck with his mouth. I sniffed his head randomly. It didn't smell like whiskey. No. It can't be. He wasn't drunk... "Babe. Are you drunk?" Taeyong raised his eyes brows. "No. You just have to let me be your daddy tonight." I laughed nervously, but the sleepiness took over and I collapsed on Taeyong's comfy torso.
I awoke to feel tight ropes wrapped around my naked legs and my naked arms hand cuffed to....a bed? Where I was, I had no idea. The lights were dimmed. There were many sexual objects all around me. On walls, next to me, above me. I saw movement out of my eye and Taeyong approached me. I thrashed to close my legs for embarrassment and awkwardness took over. But he just walked over with a vibrator and said, "I'll be back in a few hours." The vibrator was put in. He closed the door with a smirk on his face. I soon ran out of strength and passed out on the 17th orgasm.
Taeyong came in when the vibrator ran out of battery. By then, I was soaked in my own sweat and lay in a pool of my own liquids. Taeyong pulled off the ropes and carried me to the restroom in his room. There, he filled up a warm bath for me and scrubbed my greasy body. Just as he decided to go get me a pair of his pajamas, I croaked to him. "Don't be so rough next time. It hurts." He smiled in return and massaged my arms carefully. He took me out of the tub and laid me down on to the bed. He put pajamas on me and got in next to me. Taeyong gently massaged my back until resting my head in his chest. He snored. In my ear. Great.
On the next day, Haechan entered the room earlier than usual just to ask "Um, Taeyong just so you know. Can you be quiet next time? My room is right around the corner and I could hear...um...everything." My face burned as bright as a tomato. Lucas hopped in with his friends that he called "The Dreamies" and they all stood at the door. Jisung squeaked, "Taetae what were those noises last night? I couldn't sleep a wink!" Chenle shrugged and asked, "y/n we need your help in the kitchen. Mark burned the heck out of those pancakes." My face burned up. "Sweets....I can't get up. My legs hurt." Lucas's eyes turned to globes. "OOOHHHHH!!! Taeyong, Y/n wtf. Do you want to ruin their innocence?!" He smirked and pushed the boys out of the room. He looked back with a little wink and smile. Then the door shut.
I tried to move my legs, but they were slack. Taeyong finally moved after hearing my soft crying. "Babe. BABE! What's wrong?" I curled more into his chest. Then I cried more. "Why did you do that?!" He tensed up. "I-I-i don't exactly know. I'm sorry. I fucked up again. Forgive me. O-o-or you probably don't want to see me right now. I-I'll be going." He tried getting up, but my hands dug into his shoulders and pulled him back down. He understood and cuddled in closer to me. "Babe. At least let me tell them we're not exiting my room today." I nodded and he left me for a few minutes. The door opened again and somebody lay close to me. I curled into his chest, but it wasn't usual. "Babe?" He moved and said, "I'm not your babe. It's Doyoung." I shot away as much as I could. He continued, "I'm sorry. I just thought you're more of a girl for me. Taeyong doesn't deserve you. I thought you'd be happy with me. Yet I was wrong. Sorry bae, I love you. I'll let you go, but remember that in times Taeyong won't be there, I'm always there for you. Good luck with hyung." The door opened and Taeyong rushed in with water and some snacks. His face fell for a second. Then the anger blazed like fire in his eyes, but he simply said, "Exit my room." Doyoung glances at me one last time with longing in his eyes, but did as Taeyong said. The door closed. My boyfriend ran to me. "Bae did he hurt you? Are you alright? Drink some water." I drank the water. Then I cuddled back into Taeyong's muscular chest and fell asleep as my boyfriend kissed my forehead. "Y/n you probably don't hear me, but that woman you saw earlier, that was my eomma. She loved me so much. Just as much as you love me hopefully. She died of cancer several months ago. I cried. A lot. As much as when I thought you'd leave me because I was an idol. I saw your jealous eyes as you tried to see what made me smile on my lock screen. That was all my band mates. I fit them somehow on my screen. Don't feel like I don't love you. I love you more than everything in the world."
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aW dUde hE's fLiRtin'
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this pic is saved as "satan's dad" on my computer and I swear to kpop jesus i'm not lying
I feel bad for anyone trying to hack my computer XDDD
