#lee taeyong imagines
Kinktober day 23 - threesome x Kun + Taeyong
[22:05]
You smirked softly as you gazed upon the two boys kneeling in front of you, both their gazes cast downwards and not only their faces, but bare shoulders and chests practically burning a bright red.
“You two are so cute,” You cooed, walking up to them “Why so nervous, hm?”
The pair glanced to you, and then to each other, before immediately averting their eyes again. Neither of them could deny how much the situation, as well as the shame that came with it, was turning them on- their cocks were already completely hard again after having made each other cum before you caught them.
“Are you scared?” You cocked your head
“M-mommy-”Taeyong started, looking up to you with teary eyes and pouty lips “I’m sorry for cumming without your permission,”
You regarded him for a moment, not saying anything before turning to Kun, keeping a face of positive neutrality. Kun pursed his lips, shutting his eyes momentarily before looking up to you.
“We’re sorry,” he said, obviously struggling to maintain eye contact
You chuckled softly
“Get on the bed,”
The two immediately followed orders- they knew better than to mistake your pleasantness for softness.
“Good boys,” You smirked, and they breathed out, watching them fidget as they so clearly wondered what you were about to do to them
Kinktober Day 1 - pegging x Taeyong (f!reader)
[22:03]
Taeyong shivered, body tensing, eyes squeezed shut and face heating up as he felt the dip in the bed as you climbed into the spot between his spread legs. Still refusing to open his eyes, he almost flinched when he heard the cap of the bottle of lube pop open, followed by squelching sounds that indicated you were lubing up the strap.
“Open your eyes for me, baby boy,” You whispered, and Taeyong, with a shaky exhale, complied, feeling his cheeks instantly heat up even more when he saw your devilish smirk, and the strap attached to you
He gulped, now unable to take his eyes off you.
“What’s got you so quiet, baby?” You asked smoothly, leaning over him, placing a hand on either side of his head to hold yourself up
“Y/N…” He whimpered, and your smirk grew
“Want me to fuck you, baby?” You leaned down further, breathing against the boy’s skin
He nodded wordlessly, lips pressed together.
Slowly, you lined yourself up with Taeyong before pushing your hips forward. Taeyong’s arms shakily went up to wrap around your back as you went further and further into the boy, until finally, you were fully inside, and Taeyong’s nails were already digging into your skin.
“You okay, baby?” You whispered, and Taeyong nodded again, letting out a tiny whine
“P-please move-” He whispered
“Doesn’t it still hurt?”
“I-it’s fine- please-”
You breathed out a small laugh before pulling out until the tip of the dildo was just inside him, and slowly pushing back in again, repeating the action afterwards, and Taeyong’s whines slowly got louder as you got faster.
“Hngh- ah- faster-” He moaned, mouth hanging open, before adding: “please mommy-ah-”
“Anything for my precious baby,” You smiled, voice uneven, before speeding up, practically pounding into the boy, barely even noticing the way Taeyong was scratching your back, too busy focusing on the boy’s expression
Unprompted, you used your dominant hand to grab hold of Taeyong’s cock, spreading around the rather large amount of pre-cum that’d been pooling on his abdomen before beginning to roughly pump him in time with your thrusts. Taeyong let out a long, uneven whine, eyes rolling back slightly.
“C-cum- I’m gonna-” he gasped between moans
“Go on, pretty,” You whispered, and a few seconds later, he did, white ropes decorating his skin
You continued fucking him through his high before pulling out, and all at once Taeyong’s muscles un-tensed, leaving the boy lying on the bed with his chest heaving up and down, cum covering his torso.
“You look so, so pretty,” You murmured, tracing your cum-covered hand along his jawline, and Taeyong whined
Genre: soulmate & mafia!au/angst/fluff
Member: Taeyong
Word count: 2,200+
“Oh, it is,”you froze. A lump formed in your throat when you felt something pressed against the back of your head. A gun. “Who are you?”
You shut your eyes tight then raised both arms as a sign of surrender. The man grabbed your shoulder and dragged you harshly to what’s probably a warehouse. He pushed you down to kneel on the rough floor.
“Who do you work for?” he pressed the gun to your forehead.
“No one,” the tremble on your voice didn’t go unnoticed by your captor causing him to laugh lightly. Tears sting your eyes out of fear. He was about to say something when you both heard the door open. You heard footsteps from your right but didn’t dare lift your head to look because of the gun pressed to your head.
“Ten, what’s happening here?” another man said. He glanced at your kneeling form and felt something weird. A tingling feeling running down his spine but he brushed it off. “Who’s this?”
“I caught her snooping around,” the cold feeling of the gun on your forehead disappeared as the second man in the room crouched in front of you. He had unnaturally red hair and an eyebrow slit to go with his brooding aura. “Probably working for JYP or YG.”
Your brows furrowed at the mention of the two companies. They were well known to be very successful companies along with SM, gaining profits left and right. You wondered why they thought you were working with them.
“Hey,” you snapped back to reality when the man in front of you spoke. His gaze was menacing sending shivers down your spine. Or was it something else?
“Who do you work for? Who sent you here?” you shook your head at him and answered.
“I told you, I work for no one! And send me? Why would someone send me?” His gaze remained unchanged. He opened his mouth to talk once more but was interrupted by the sound of the door bursting open.
“Cops are coming,” the tall man you saw earlier said hurriedly. The man, Ten, shot you a glare, one that accused you of calling the cops. He was about to raise his gun on you once again but the red-haired man in front of you stopped him.
“Bring her along. We don’t want her babbling to the cops,” fear resurfaced on your chest. This time, the tears really did fall from your eyes. You wondered if this would’ve happened if you just chose to starve this morning, or if you had just gotten in your damncar instead of following a group of obviously dangerous men. But it’s too late for regrets, especially now that you were practically being dragged to a van.
The tall man from earlier got into the driver’s seat while the one he was carrying stuff with sat beside him. Ten, the only one you somehow knew his name of, and the other one who had ordered to bring you along were on either sides of you. You, having accepted your fate of probablydying that day, stayed still as a rock. The whole van was silent except for the sound of the engine. Moments later your ringtone interrupted the somehow comforting silence between you and your captors. Ten gave you a look that urged you to answer the call so you did.
“Hello?” you answered quietly, careful not to say anything that wouldn’t please the men with you.
“Hey, hun. Where are you?” It was Eun Young. Of course it was.
You glanced at the two men beside you before answering. “I… went out to buy groceries. I ran out of food for breakfast.”
“Oh. Well, I was going to invite you to the watch a movie with me this afternoon.”
“I can’t. I, uh, have plans today,” you silently prayed for her to notice that something was wrong, fiddling with your fingers.
“Really? Where are you going?” It dawned to you that everyone in the car was now paying close attention to your conversation so you chose to end it immediately.
“To my parents. Something came up so I’ll be there for a while,” you knew that she was going to say something else so you stop her. “Listen, I have to go. Take someone else, okay? Bye.”
“I’ll be taking this.” Said the other man in front before taking your phone from your hands, breaking it in half and launching it out the window. You were going to protest but you remembered the situation you were in when Ten pulled you back down to your seat.
After the excruciatingly long ride, you finally arrived in front of a gate that leads to a wide property obviously owned by someone extremely wealthy. The distance you’ve travelled with the van upon entering the gate was already quite far but you had yet to see any building in sight, only gardens with beautiful decorations.
Soon enough, there was a fountain. A big one at that and a mansion a few metres from it. You would’ve let your jaw drop and admired the architecture if only you were in a different situation. Now that you had reminded yourself of the situation you were in, you felt your heart beat fasten in fear once again. Suddenly, your vision was blocked by a piece of cloth being tied around your head. Of course, you thought.
Strong hands grabbed your upper arms, guiding you out of the van and into the mansion. It wasn’t until you were seated down that they gave you the privilege to see once again. It took you time to adjust to the sudden brightness but once you did another unfamiliar man was sitting across you with a table separating the two of you.
“Hello,” the man with fox or bunny (you couldn’t quite tell) like features spoke, smiling gently at you. “I’m Doyoung.” He reaches out to shake your hand and you comply, confused.
“You must’ve been scared, huh? Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you unless we need to,” he shifted in his seat. “Now, we just need your name to confirm something. Once you’re clear and we’ve found put about a way to keep you quiet, we’ll probablylet you go.”
Probably, he said. Well, it’s definitely better than having no chance of being alive.
“Y/N,” you quietly muttered. Doyoung’s smile brightened then called another one of the boys named Mark over. You heard him mention your name to ‘Mark’, probably telling him to search you up or something. He then turned to you again.
“So, care to tell me why you were there? I don’t think anyone sane enough would be around that area on a Saturday morning.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, I guess.”
He laughed. “It sure did.”
You felt a shot of pain on your left shoulder causing you to flinch and reach to massage it.
Doyoung looked at you confused. “You okay?” he said, to which you nodded a yes.
“Doyoung,” you both turned to where the voice came from. It was the man with red hair from earlier. He was massaging his left shoulder with his right hand and holding a folder on the other. He placed the folder on the table before sitting down next to him.
“What happened to you?” Doyoung asked.
“Hit a wall on the way here,” the man answered.
Doyoung glanced at the two of you before finally opening the file. He paused for a while after reading it and slammed it shut with a look that looked like he just had the best idea in the world.
“100% safe,” he said to the man beside him. “She’s safe, why don’t you escort her back to where you found her, Taeyong.”
Taeyong’s brows furrowed. “Doyoung you were supposed to be the group’s properly functioning brain cell.”
“And that I am. So go, here are the keys to the car.” He shoved the car keys to Taeyong. “Oh, but we’ll still be keeping an eye on you, Ms. Y/N. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay? I’ll be off.”
Doyoung left the room with the file in hand. You looked to the man in front of you, asking for an explanation but he was just as confused as you were. He sighed in defeat then stood up.
“Come on. I don’t trust you but I trust Doyoung more than anyone so let’s go.” With that he led you out of the mansion, the room you were in was surprisingly far within it. You gazed at the man escorting you. He was in a pair of black ripped jeans and a simple black shirt. Throughout the longjourney you took notice of many more males, some around your age and some younger. A few of them shot you a confused look while some actually gave you a smile.
At last, you arrived at the expensive looking car that fit perfectly with everything you’ve seen until now. Taeyong opened the door to the driver’s seat and went in so you do the same on the opposite side. The ride was quiet, like before. Staring out the window, everything felt like a very strange dream. Starting from the moment where you stepped out to your house until the very moment you were in now. You reached for your thigh and pinched it hard to confirm if everything was a reality or not. It did hurt, but what surprised you was the sound of the man beside you also yelping in pain. You looked at him in shock, his own expression mirroring yours. He pulled the car over then proceeded to look at you in shock.
“I- you- this… oh God,” you sputtered out then ran a hand through your hair. He grabbed your left hand and as expected, you felt the connection between the two of you. “Now what?”
He cleared his throat, pulled back his hand then spoke, “The mart we were in earlier is just close. I think you can walk to there.”
“Wait, what? I mean… okay,” you opened the door muttering a ‘thanks for the ride’ before stepping out and slamming the door.
–
“You were what this morning?!” You covered your ears at Eun Young’s scream. “And you didn’t go to the police?!”
“Trust me, I thought of doing that too. But things are complicated.”
You yelped at the feeling of being shoved onto the sofa.
“What do you mean things got complicated?” She gasped. “They’re threatening you, aren’t they?”
“Kind of, yeah. They said they’ll be keeping an eye on me.”
“Oh my, Y/N! What to do?”
You sighed and placed your feet on her lap. She immediately grabbed onto them, almost massaging them. Concern was written all over her face. It was obvious that she was thinking from the way she chewed harshly at her bottom lip. You tapped her chin with your toe to stop what she was doing but she only brushed you away.
“Anyway, the thing is… one of them is my soul mate.”
This time she finally stopped as her jaw dropped. She then debated on what to say for a moment. “Then did you…?”
She pressed her fingers together accompanied with a kissing sound effect. You separated her hands with a kick. Just a while ago she was worried about what had happened to you but now her priorities swayed.
“I didn’t.”
“So you’re saying that you got kidnapped by your soul mate and his friends then he just dropped you off and leave?” you nodded at your friend. “You didn’t even make out or hug when you found out?”
Your friend sat on the opposite side of the couch you were perched on. You went to her house that afternoon to ask her for advice on what to do but that clearly wasn’t the best choice.
“That’s your main concern? Dude, I was held at gunpoint by one of them, they brought me back to their ‘lair’ with a probable intention of locking me up until I die and I was supposed to think about making out with my soul mate when I found him? I think the fuck not.”
“Yeah, that does sound wrong,” Eun Young muttered and cleared her throat. “Let me do that again, how are you? You weren’t harmed in anyway? Traumatized or something?”
“No, I’m fine, I guess. I’m mostly confused. I have been since this morning and the past few months.”
“I can tell,” she started playing with your toes on her lap. “So what now?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. They looked like they were some kind of illegal group or something and I do not want to get involved in that,” you sighed.
“You already were the moment he joined.”
“Can’t I just trade soul mates or something?” you groaned. “Why is life like this?”
“You can’t do that. Do you know what they say about rejecting your soul mate? They say it’s like hell.”
“I bet it’d be like hell either way. Why am I suffering like this?”
Your friend placed your feet down then patted your back and you leaned closer to her. “I’m sure everything will be fine soon.”
She wrapped her arms around you and you sighed. You hope so.
Genre: soulmate & mafia!au/angst/fluff
Member: Taeyong
Word count: 1,300+
A/n: A sloppy Taeyong drawing for fun :)
Prologue |One
A room of white surrounds you upon opening your eyes. Having read and watched this trope a lot of times, you knew that you were in a hospital. Another thing you also know is that your body was aching in every way you knew possible. Glancing around the room, you spotted a head of long hair resting on your bed. You smiled to yourself and reached for your best friend’s hand.
Her head shot up at the feeling, “Oh my God! Are you okay now? Does it hurt anywhere? Do I need to call the nurse? The doctor?”
“I’m fine, Eun Young,” you chuckled. “A bit battered up but fine.”
“Don’t laugh! I almost had a heart attack when I received a call from the hospital! Where are your parents, anyway?” she asked.
“They’re out of town. Mom won tickets from a raffle,” you triedto sit up but your body refused. “Help me sit up, please?”
Eun Young complied while being as careful as possible. The look in her eyes screamed concern for your well-being.
“So, that means that your soul mate is fine,” she paused. “I mean the not dead kind of fine not really fine… you know what I mean.”
“I guess so. But now I’m wondering what happened for him to be beat up like that,” you stared up onto the ceiling as if it held the answers to your questions.
“You don’t think your soul mate’s part of a gang or something dangerous do you?” she said.
“I hope not,” you said, frowning. “But enough about him, when did the doctor say I could go?”
She started filling you in with information throughout the night, not even bothering to head home.
–
“This is your home now, Taeyong,” the older male said. “There are other trainees as well so don’t worry about being alone.”
At his side stood Taeyong, lazily taking in the sight before him. The place was luxurious, from the polished stone floors to the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. Even the simplest decoration looked like it cost more than the money he’s ever earned in his life. Multiple men walked everywhere, all dressed in casual all black outfits or formal suits. Most of them seemed to be around his age while others looked fairly young.
“Boys,” all heads turned to the man beside him. “Gather ‘round. I have to introduce you to someone.”
Everyone did as told, they gathered at the bottom of the grand staircase they were on. Taeyong shifted uncomfortably when he felt everyone’s attention on him.
The man placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is Taeyong. I’m assuming you all know of him. Starting today, he’ll be training with all of you. Do your best to teach him our ways,” he said, dismissing them right after. “A word, Taeyong.”
He followed him down the stairs.
“This is a unit I will put you in charge of after I deem you ready enough. This is NCT and I trust you to be a good leader to them in the future. When the time comes and you’re ready enough to lead the whole corporation, the baton will be passed on to you,” he said, leaving immediately after, giving Taeyong no chance to ask questions.
The men of ‘NCT’ approached him one by one to introduce themselves after he was left alone. One of them on the shorter side with dark brown hair and shaved sides offered his hand first.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Taeil, training to be a medic,” he flashed a gentle smile as Taeyong shakes his hand. “I hope we get along well.”
Before he could even reply, another person replaced Taeil in front of him. His eyes were wide and something about his face made him seem like a bunny. He smiled brightly at Taeyong before pulling his hand for a shake.
“I’m Doyoung, the group’s strategist along with Kun over there. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll introduce everyone to you.”
Walking over to the luxurious furniture, Taeyong obliged. Doyoung took a seat beside him and everyone followed suit.
“First we have our hackers, Mark, Chenle and Donghyuck,” he pointed at the three younger looking males. One had lightly tanned skin, the other had an innocent look to his face while another had protruding cheekbones.
“Then we have our conmen, Xuxi or Lucas, Yuta, and Jungwoo,” the three seated across him gave him a nod. “Our medic along with Taeil is Jaehyun.”
“Next we have our gunmen or snipers, Jeno, Jaemin and Johnny,” the tallest one gave him a small wave while the other two smiled. “Now our arsonists, Sicheng and Renjun. Both from China. Then lastly, our spies, Jisung and Ten.”
As soon as the introductions were over, no one volunteered to speak anymore. To break the silence, Doyoung stood up and said, “Right! We better return to our rooms so we could rest for tomorrow.”
Everyone agreed silently then walked to their respective rooms, except for Taeyong who decided to walk around the place. He went over to what looked like a kitchen. Like the previous room he was in, it was grand. It had its own chandelier, a huge counter in the middle and elegant designs. Next room was what he assumed was the dining room. It contained a long dining table which could definitely fit at least twenty people. He marvelled at how big a dining room can be. For the next few moments he continued going from room to room before deciding to retire for the day. He went back to where he first woke up, finally having the chance check out the room.
After checking out his room, he showered in yet another grand bathroom. His mind drifts back to how he was forced to join a dangerous group as water trickles down his body. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to stay away from danger as much as possible for his soul mate’s sake and the situation he’s in right now is not helping. He sighed then finished up, lying down on the bed to sleep.
–
A week or so later, you were allowed to be out and about again so there you were, third-wheeling your best friend while eating ice cream. Exactly a day after you were hospitalized, Eun Young met her soul mate while she was on the way to pick up some food for you. You don’t usually care whenever they’re together because you were happy for your friend and you support them 100% but they seem to be extra cringeworthy on this particular day. You sat there quietly for a good hour before they finally deemed you worthy of their attention.
“So, Y/N, how’s your soul mate?” Eun Young asked.
“I think he’s fine. A few occasional cuts and bruises here and there,” you said then finished off your ice cream. “I’ll leave first, is that fine?”
The couple nodded and said their goodbyes. You went straight home, thankful that nothing happened this time.
A month passed and everything went on like how they usually were, quiet with a few appearances of minor injuries. You liked how things were going and decided to keep it like so. Although one day everything changed when you found out you ran out of cereal. At first you had shrugged it off then opted for having a different breakfast. But the world didn’t seem to cooperate with you when you saw your (almost) empty fridge. Sighing, you trudged back to your room to change into clothes more appropriate for going outside.
Even the trip to the grocery store was peaceful, with only a few people shopping at the same time as you. Now everything seemed to be suspiciously going your way, except for the breakfast incident. You were in the process of recalling what good you’ve done to deserve the past month’s kindness when you saw a few men that were even more suspicious.
“Just go,”you said to yourself and went around your car. Check it out, check it out, check it out. You stopped in your tracks, eventually listening to your mind. You gripped your car door before slamming it shut then headed to where the men had went.
“This is a bad idea,” you whispered to yourself while watching two tall men carrying boxes to a truck.
“Oh, it is,” you froze.
Genre: soulmate & mafia!au/angst/fluff
Member: Taeyong
Word count: 1,000+
Warning(s): Violence, language, brief mentions of domestic abuse, minor character death
A/n: Unofficial title :)
Prologue|One
Ever since you were a kid you hated the idea of having a soul mate. Why? Simply because you hated worrying your parents every time you wake up with new injuries all over your body. You also hated not being able to go out because you had to wait before your wounds heal. You grew up with a lot of hatred for your soul mate because of the many troubles he had cause you.
Meanwhile, Lee Taeyong was there locked up in his own room feeling ashamed of himself because he knew that because of him his destined other half is hurting. He never experienced pain caused by her which made it even harder for him to forgive himself.
By the age of 17 he left his abusive household with nothing but the clothes on his back so he could save the both of you from his cruel mother as her mental condition worsens. Ever since then, he’d done his best not to get in trouble. He’d been doing well for months that despite your initial feelings for him you also felt concerned. You were aware that if your soul mate died, the link that you shared would disappear.
“Hey! Hello?” You snapped your head to Eun Young, your best friend, waving her hand in front of you. “Are you alright? I’ve been calling you for like several times. Is something bothering you?”
You smiled before shaking your head to assure her that you were fine but she wasn’t convinced. “You can talk about it to me you know.”
“It’s nothing that big, really,” you started. “It’s just that… remember what I told you about my soul mate?”
“You mean the one you called a pain in the ass? Of course I do, you made forgetting about him hard,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “What about him? Did he hurt you again?”
“No, and that’s the thing. I’ve been surprisingly living my life peacefully for the past few months and now I’m genuinely worried. As much as I hated having to constantly treat myself because of him I don’t really want to lose him.”
Eun Young nodded, urging you to continue as she sips her drink.
“I ignored it for the first few weeks because I thought that he finally had some senses knocked into him but I remembered what my mom told me about soul mates dying and how links would be cut off. What do you think happened to him?”
She sipped one more time before speaking, “I honestly don’t know but I do hope he’s alright.”
You sighed and picked up your drink to finish it and go home.
You were walking to the bus station to head home when you felt an excruciating pain at the back of your head. This caused you to stumble to the floor, causing passers-by to turn to you. You then started to feel pain from different parts of your body. A crowd started surrounding you as only a few actually offered help. Clutching as much of your hurting body as you can, tears flowed out of your eyes before you fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
—
Taeyong was on the way to his third part-time job for the day in complete silence. His gaze avoiding everyone as he walks with his hands tucked into his pockets. As tired as he is right now he continued because he knew he needed it. Slowly, the thought of his soul mate lingered into his mind as it always does every single day. He thought about how she was doing and what she thought of finally having peaceful days. He went on with thinking when he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.
‘Shit,’ He thought. Taeyong did his best to fight against the mysterious men pulling him by his arms but to no avail. Before he could even attempt to do something again his back slammed hard against the wall as his attackers throw him.
“Lee Taeyong,” his eyes shifted to one of the men clad in all black. “We’ve been tasked to take you with us.”
“To where? And by whom?” he asked.
“Better not to ask.” The other spoke as he raises a piece of cloth to Taeyong’s eyes. He felt his body being raised into the air by his arms.
“Let go of me, fuckers!” He grabbed the arm of the man to his left and started kicking and punching in different directions. He had managed to give a few blows to them before they started hitting him back. He did his best to defend himself as he lies to the ground, silently apologizing to you for causing you trouble once again before he blacked out.
—
Taeyong woke up to a grand looking room surrounding him. His wounds and bruises were patched up and his worn out clothes were replaced by ones more grand and expensive looking. His head turned to the sound of an opening door which then revealed a slightly aged looking man. Upon seeing Taeyong, he smiled widely.
“Ah, I see you’re awake,” he approached the bed he was in before taking a seat on the chair beside the bed. “I’m sorry for what my men did to you. I gave them permission to be rough when you resist. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit,” he simply said. “Who are you and why am I here?”
“Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself earlier,” the man set his wine on the bedside table before extending a hand to Taeyong. “I’m Lee Sooman, head of SM Corp. I’ve been looking for you, son.”
Taeyong’s eyes widened at the man’s words. Son?
The man, Lee Sooman, chuckled before proceeding to talk. “You see, I’m part of the mafia and I need an heir to train. As my son, it will be your responsibility in the future.”
“I don’t want to be a part of this,” he answered with a sharp gaze.
“You see, Taeyong, that wasn’t a question. It’s either a yes or death.”
