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[yendts]

the seven are not-so-battle ready…

thinking about that scene in mark of athena where they're woken up on the argo II and are all ready to fight in their pajamas and wanted to do my own take on their pjs lol

[beom9yus]

dare - choi soobin x reader

: soobin x genderless reader

: oral-soobin receiving, cum eating?tasting? pretty much it

: 2k words - just simply wanted to write about sucking him off LOL

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stare at your friend who was laying down on the hospital room bed. He’s looking away with a cute bunny pout as you laugh in his face. “How did you-how did you manage to break both your wrists and parts of your fingers?” You start shaking as you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back from laughing in his face. You feel your cheekbones plump up from smiling, not being strong or mature enough to have a serious face.

His hands that are in casts almost all the way up to his elbows, are currently on the side of his body, one hand being mostly free, casted from his lower palm downwards. Meanwhile the right was entirely sculpted in a cast. Sadly for Soobin, you couldn’t help but guffaw. It was too funny. He’s annoyed now, raising his upper body up to quietly yell at you. He furrows his brows as he tells you, “Stop. It’s not even that funny. Hyuka dared me to do a cartwheel and I made it to the part where my hands are on the ground, and my legs in the air… and I have no clue what happened next. I’m going to be double handless for who knows how long.” 

“You’re literally the last person anyone should dare when it comes to doing anything physical. Over six feet and you’re bad at anything that has to do with using your body.” He rolls his eyes and tries to cross his arms as he realizes he can’t, not properly at least. He just responds with, “yeah yeah whatever.” 

You think again about Soobin trying to do a cartwheel and you start to feel yourself cry from the amount of giggles and chortling, hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn Binnie, how are you going to do anything now? You quite literally need both your hands for almost everything.” You wipe some of the tears that rolled down your face, “By the way, did the rest of the group come already? I haven’t checked my phone since I got your call…Wait, how did you even call me?” 

Looking unamused, he replies, “I had Hyuka dial you for me for your information. And yeah, they came already, you’re the last one to get here.” He looks like he’s thinking and he raises his head, looking ahead, and his eyes widen, “holy shit you’re right, how am I gonna do anything. How am I going to-“ he stops mid sentence as his ears redden. You quickly catch on. “Dude, you’re nasty.” 

“Shut up, you’re the one that’s thinking weird stuff. Also, I’m probably going to have to see if I’ll be excused for some assignments or something? I’ll have to figure it out.” 

“Well I’m not doing your assignments for you.”

You guys continue bickering like children until you’re both finally quiet. 

You hum as you finally calm down and sit next to him.

“Hey, when are they letting you go home?” 

“Tomorrow. They have to do extra checkups or something, I don’t know.” 

You nod as you finally ask him if he needs anything else and he tells you no, but it seems like he changed his mind. “Actually, can you change the channel for me? This is boring.” 

A day goes by, and both you and Soobin enter your shared space, finally getting home after they let him go. Obviously unable to drive, you had to bring him home. “Okay Soobin, welcome home again, don’t try to do any fancy aerobics for a while okay?” He just sighs, rolling his eyes, “ha ha. You’re so funny.” You shoot him a quick evil smile as you sit down on the couch. He decides to sit next to you as you put on some random movie. Most of the week is normal, Soobin able to do some low level things with one hand, and asking for your help with what he can’t. 

It was a quiet day when you entered the apartment. You put down the bags of groceries as you started heading towards Soobin’s room, asking if he wanted food. That’s when you hear him curse, “Shit, ow.” You thought he hurt his hand and needed something as you entered the room. 

“Hey Soobin, you need help with somethin-“

You widen your eyes in shock as you see him sitting on his gaming chair, sweatpants around his thighs, as his almost cast free hand is on his member. You struggle as you slowly step back, trying to look anywhere but at him. 

“Fuck I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. Let’s just forge-“

He doesn’t look that embarrassed, instead of hiding, he places his right arm over his face, voice shaking, “Y/n help me please. Please.”

You stop in your tracks as you try to process what he just said. “What?” 

He turns his face away and you can see how red his ears and side of his cheeks are. Left hand still on his dick, he starts answering you with a quiet and quivering voice, “it’s-it’s been more than a week since I’ve gotten off and I just…I just can’t. It hurts to try because of this stupid fucking cast, it’s too high up on my palm so it hurts me, a-and it’s my left hand so it’s harder. Please y/n, I wouldn’t want to ask you something this humiliating, I just need to get off. If..if you’re uncomfortable I understand too, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.” 

You kind of feel bad for the guy…

You deeply breathe in and out once, “Okay. I’ll help you. Only this once. I don’t want our friendship to get all weird, you’re important to me you know.” He lifts his head up as he looks at you, shaking his head quickly, “it won’t! It won’t, I promise! Please, just do something. Anything.” 

You go up to him as he watches you, his heart racing fast. It’s not like he hadn’t dreamt or thought of this once or twice. Maybe a thousand times. It’s not my fault, he thinks, he just thinks you’re the cutest person ever, no big deal. You get on your knees as you remove his hand from his dick. You wondered how you should help him, not realizing you were staring at it. He flushed at the way you were seemingly staring so intently, feeling his dick twitch. He was glad his hands were restrained, or else he would’ve lifted you up and kissed you by now. 

You hear Soobin whisper above you, “Y/n…”

“Oh. Sorry..um…” you quickly spit in your hand as you wrap your hand around him, unable to close the gap between your index finger and thumb. You see the way he gasps and slightly jumps from the feeling, liking the way your hand looks and feels on his dick. You stroke his dick shyly, unsure of what he even likes when it comes this kind of stuff. You guys were close, but never talked about anything this sexual before.

You look up at him nervously, and if Soobin was in some kind of cartoon, he’d probably be like those guys where you could see their hearts beat out of their chest. Your hands feel so soft on him, and he could tell the way you were apprehensive on what you wanted to do. Soobin trying to help, tells you, “harder, fuck, a little more, please.” 

You do as he tells you, seeing him moan quietly as he rolls his head back a little, bunny lips slightly opened. Your eyes divert back to his length in your hands, seeing how pretty it was. It felt hot and heavy against your palm. As you continued to look, a thought appeared: you wanted it in your mouth. Your body shifts at the thought, suddenly feeling hot as you swivel your thumb around his head, letting his precum smear against it, and you drag what you can down to his base. 

You look up to see Soobin with his head rolled back, breathing heavily, distracted from the way you were making him feel. You didn’t know, but Soobin was doing his best not to look at you too much or else he fears he might come too quick, wanting this to last. 

You take this as an opportunity, and you bite your lips as your face gets closer towards his dick. Opening your mouth, you finally take in his head. You taste him, sensing how he feels against your tongue. He gasps loudly as he involuntarily and softly places his hands, or in this case, casts, on your hair, taken by surprise. He accidentally bucks up his hips, making the cutest face you’ve seen. You look up at him with big eyes, tip of his dick in your mouth. 

Soobin swears he’s dreaming. He caresses your hair with his partly free hand as his breathing gets heavier, now panting at you slowly taking him into your soft, wet mouth more. His hair’s on his forehead, almost covering his eyes as he rolls them back, holding back from thrusting into the back of your mouth. He cries out at the feeling of you running your tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling his vein as your tongue moves against it. His abs flex due to his movements, his panting getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You like the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, and you start to focus on breathing through your nose more, taking almost all of him in your mouth. With your hands on his thighs, you start moving your head as you suck in your cheeks, wanting to see him break down. You suddenly hear and see him whimper, cute sounds flooding your ears, and it travels straight to your core. You see the way he closes his eyes, his eyebrows creasing close together, small scowl on his face from the pleasure, and the way he was building up a sweat just from getting sucked off. He looked good. 

You relax the best you can as you try to take him in deeper. You feel his head hit the back of your throat as you slightly choke, eyes watering and throat closing down. He looks down at you as he moans loudly, seeing your eyes wet and teary, making them shine while looking up at him, watching, seeing if you’re making him feel good. Your hand lets go of one of his thighs as you jerk off the rest of what you can’t fit in your mouth. 

You decide to try to deep throat him once more, taking him in all the way towards the back of your mouth, holding still once you feel his tip prod against the back of your soft tissue. Soobin moans and whimpers at the feeling of your throat constricting his dick, and tries his best not to lift his hips up, no matter how bad he wants to. “Ah shit, y/n…y/n feels too good, not-not gonna last like this.” 

You ignore him as you hear his sounds, whines spilling from his pretty pink lips as you continue to deep throat him. You moan at how needy you were starting to get, and Soobin almost cums, holding back like he has been this entire time because there’s no way he wants it to end any time soon. He looks down at you again, and sees how you’re drooling now, eyes, cheeks and nose red, your eyes big and watery, your lashes stuck together from the wetness. You go as deep as you can, choking around him as your nose almost touches his pelvis. 

This was the last straw for Soobin as he lets out a final moan and whine of your name as you remove yourself from him and feel his hot seed hit your face. You hear him continue to pathetically whimper as Soobin’s body is still tensing as he continues to come a lot, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue as you stick it out, wanting to taste every part of him. 

Maybe his body wasn’t bad at everything, you’d have to find out. 

[jistagrams]

bf hyuka suggestive texts pls 🙏🙏🙏 need him so bad tbh 🗣️

— 💚

ahhhh hi 💚 anon!!! how have u been <3

texts with huening kai

p: bf!hyuka x gn!reader

w: suggestive, fluff

[beomitos]

I'm convinced Soobin has the biggest daddy kink ever. He goes crazy whenever somebody calls him that, especially when it comes from you. You know the power you hold so it's just given you're gonna abuse it. It makes him wanna fuck you rough as punishment for teasing him. Pulling out just as you're growing closer, so you're left as a needy mess. Anddddd maybe if you behave he'll give you what you want.

EXTRA: some hot pics of him

[flowerflowerflo]

tinnitus play and suddenly im climbing up the walls scratching the ceiling rolling up the floor juggling my nuts shaking my ass

[ningco]

sensitive (cyj)

not requested ! - yeonjun x reader

you're lying on the bed with yeonjun, the room filled with a soft ambiance. his gentle touch makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but smile. as he leans in, his lips brush against yours in a tender kiss, causing a warm sensation to spread throughout your body.

he pulls away slightly, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazes at you. you feel a surge of affection, the love between you two undeniable. yeonjun's hands trail down your sides, his touch feather-light and careful. he knows you're ticklish, and he wants to make sure he doesn't accidentally set you off.

slowly, he starts to lift your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin. you can't help but squirm a little, feeling the ticklish sensation intensify. a giggle escapes your lips, and yeonjun's eyes light up with mischief. he looks at you mischievously, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

"ticklish, huh?" he teases, his voice laced with playfulness. he knows exactly what he's doing.

you try to protest, but it's too late. yeonjun's fingers dance along your sides, tickling you mercilessly. you erupt into a fit of laughter, wriggling and squirming beneath his touch. your shirt is forgotten as the room fills with your infectious laughter.

"yeonjun!”you manage to gasp between giggles, "stop!”

but yeonjun is relentless. he continues his assault, his fingers exploring every ticklish spot on your body. your laughter turns into breathless moans, the ticklish sensation blending with an unexpected wave of pleasure.

sensing the change in the atmosphere, yeonjun's playful expression transforms into something more intense. his eyes darken with desire as he realizes the effect he's having on you. his fingers trace a path from your sides to your bare stomach, his touch becoming more deliberate and sensual.

your laughter fades into a soft whimper, your body craving his touch. yeonjun leans in, his lips trailing along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. he whispers in your ear, his voice husky with desire.

"do you want me to continue, baby?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with seduction. "tell me what you want."

your voice quivers as you respond, "yes, yeonjun, please. i want you."

he wastes no time, his lips crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss. the ticklish moment forgotten, the air is now filled with raw passion and desire. clothes are discarded, and your bodies come together in a frenzy of pleasure and intimacy.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ young & in love !

pairing: hueningkai x non-idol!reader summary: bf kai w/ a non-famous s/o! word count: 0.2k he’s so 2012 romance (haylor) coded ! (this is legit just a blurb)

kai is the type of person to keep things to himself

why should the whole world need to know things he wants for himself?

he def follows that mindset when in love

not because he's ashamed - he's so far from ashamed

like, he has accepted that the world's just going to know

but he likes keeping things that should be personal to a small group of people

that does not include the press, or the fans

(even though he loves his fans)

imagine those cliche photos of celebs in cars kissing their s/o???

kai has none of that !!

the only time the paparazzi catches him is when he is coming or going

and he's okay with that

part of him feels terrible

because it seems like he's hiding you

but really?

really he just doesn't want you to be put out in the public eye more than necessary

people suck!!

it's stressful, everyone always knowing where you are and what you're doing

so he really tries is hardest to keep you out of it all

probably takes pointers from the other boys, especially yeonjun and soobin as they're the oldest

he's in-tune with everything going on - like everything

it's how he stays on top of it all!

hes such a sweet bf i want a kai ^^

©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr. please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

[astralis-is-typing]

⚝fic type: one shot as part of the weeknd series

⚝genre/contains: choi yeonjun x gn!reader, angst, fluff ending, heartbreak, yeonjun was a rebound

⚝word count: 4k

⚝synopsis: yeonjun was simply supposed to be a rebound to help you cope with the breakup you'd just gone through. when your relationship with him blossomed into more than that, you abruptly cut him off in a bid to protect yourself from any more possible hurt. you ended up hurting him instead, and as time went on you realized what a huge mistake you'd made by letting yeonjun go. perhaps you'll be able to salvage what you two had at the party tonight...

You chased after him in the sea of swaying bodies, weaving through the partygoers as deftly as you could manage while still keeping his raven coloured hair within your line of sight. It’s a good thing he was tall.

Your struggle in trailing after the sullen boy was eased considerably when you followed him onto a corridor with a thinner crowd. He didn’t look behind him or acknowledge your presence in any way before opening a door to his left and disappearing into its well-lit interior.

“Yeonjun, wait!” you pleaded, planting your palms on the bathroom’s door to keep him from shutting you– and the rest of the party– out. Your voice broke out from the confines of your chest all rushed and high-pitched, as if you feared you’d never be able to say what you needed to if you didn’t act right then. “We need to talk. I need to-”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Yeonjun mumbled. His voice was gravelly, probably from lack of use. You’d noticed him falling quiet as the night wore on. His tone was firm, defensive, and it was a clear indicator that he wanted you to leave him alone.

“But there is, Yeonjun,” you insisted, just as firm. He sighed and held the door open for you, avoiding any eye contact as you walked past him into the small space. If you had to have this conversation in a bathroom then you would. The bright fluorescent lights left spots in your vision for a few seconds since everywhere else outside this bathroom was dimly lit. Yeonjun closed the door before leaning against it, black bangs falling over his eyes that were trained on the tiled floor as he waited for you to speak.

—

You and Yeonjun had broken up a few months ago. It really hadn’t been your intention to get into a relationship with him in the first place, heart still sore and mending from what your ex, Heesung, had put you through. But Yeonjun was like a treat that one stowed at the top shelf of their pantry for ‘emergencies’; vowing that they would take ‘just one more bite’ and they’d have had their fill... inevitably losing that war before they even realised it. You kept promising yourself that every date would be the last, and by the sixth one he had officially asked you to be his and you’d selfishly agreed. What you had meant to keep as a reliable contact for Saturday walks in the park had evolved into late night drives with a boy who held stars in his eyes.

You met Yeonjun at a dance studio a friend had been nagging you to check out. The place had a great reputation and you soon learned that Yeonjun spent a lot of his free time there. He was exemplary at dancing, much like anything else he really set his mind to. Like winning you over, for example. Something in his vibe was simply magnetic; he wormed his way into your heart quicker than you’d have thought possible. You knew what drew you to him… his infectious laughter that made his chest heave with the power of it, his attention to detail and how he expressed gratitude for even the tiniest of favours. Yeonjun never took anything for granted. He could also read you like an open book– always a step or two ahead of you in anticipating your needs and wants, and fulfilling them the best he could. Yeonjun was very convincing in his methods of winning you over, and before you knew it he’d reeled you in completely.

You’d let the affair get to far, both emotionally and physically, and when you eventually let him go you could see how heartbroken he was. It was insensitive of you, but the need to protect your recuperating heart had overpowered your empathy– at least at the time. The detachment was somewhat justified and easier to deal with when he’d seemingly moved on before you even had the chance to come to terms with everything. In any case, Yeonjun wasn’t one to dwell on things, especially outwardly. Once you’d ended things, he hadn’t stopped you to ask what had caused you to break him in the way that you did. He simply… moved on. You suppose it was selfish of you to want him to have lurked around for a while after the break-up, brooding over the broken pieces like you had with Heesung.

He didn’t even ask for his stuff back– the hoodies he’d left over at your place or the gifts he’d given you. Yeonjun wasn’t petty, and it sparked a newfound respect within you– because Heesung had been his polar opposite during your break up with the former. But without Yeonjun your days felt so long; without his cute texts to get you through your day the hours dragged on. It made you acutely aware of how Yeonjun had become your emotional support in so many ways. From his random check-ins to the silly memes he sent you… your life felt oddly empty in Yeonjun’s absence. It had taken some time to wean yourself off waiting for the chime of your phone every day at around lunch, which was when he usually spammed your line and reminded you to get something to eat.

The last time you’d seen Yeonjun was weeks ago. You’d ended up in the same restaurant late on a Thursday evening and you tried your best to ignore the forlorn gazes he not-so-subtly shot you every now and then as you directed your attention to the guy sitting across from you. He was a co-worker who’d been courting you for months and although you had no real interest in him, you decided to accept his dinner invitation with the hopes of getting Yeonjun off your mind. However, even while you weathered through the ups and downs of your own life, your nonchalance and indifference towards your breakup with Yeonjun was starting to wear off. Your true feelings within had inexorably begun to show themselves.

The nagging of your ever-persistent subconscious had caused that dam of emotions to break tonight.

He looked well, laughing with his friends and moving to the music as the party kicked up. He’d grown his hair out a little, black strands now brushing low on his neck. He was dressed as casually as everyone else, yet something about Yeonjun’s frame and stance made clothes sit on him elegantly.

When you’d first arrived, you caught sight of him as you and your friends milled through the throng of dancing bodies, stopping every now and then to greet someone you knew. Yeonjun’s smile had dropped once he turned around and saw you, the pain in his eyes evident as he tried to muster a smile back onto his face for the benefit of his own cheerful clique.

Nevertheless, he hadn’t spared you a glance as he breezed past your group of friends with his own gang. You knew this was all your doing, so why did it hurt you so much? Yeonjun was just supposed to be a rebound. A rebound that got out of hand, and you had ended things while you were at his place– in his bed, wearing his t-shirt. You still remember that Saturday as if it was yesterday. You’d had a fight the previous night, but he still convinced you to stay over and bargained that you two would solve your problems in the morning. In any case, it was late, and getting a taxi at that hour would be difficult. When you woke up your fight or flight instinct had kicked in when Yeonjun raised his voice a little as the two of you tried making amends. You were so scared that things would escalate the way they had with your ex, who would get so mad and say things he didn’t mean. He would then shut you out completely and for days it would feel like you weren’t in a relationship at all. That’s why you’d ended things with Yeonjun then and there; running away had always been your defence mechanism– albeit a shitty one.

After everything that happened with Heesung you had shied away from love, running away any time it knocked at your door. Your walls were high but Yeonjun had swooped in and made a hole in your defence, planting a seed of genuine care and affection that– through your haze of mistrust– you could only view as a weed in the carefully cultivated garden of your heart.

You’d uprooted him, and only then in his absence did you realise what you’d just given away.

What you didn’t know was how much Yeonjun was suffering without you; how much he’d cried after your fall-out. He’d taken your break up as a sign that you didn’t find your relationship with him valuable– that there was nothing to fight for between you two. That thought had spiked bitterness in Yeonjun, although it was largely clouded by the love he was starting to have for you that only grew bigger in your time apart. Perhaps absence did make the heart grow fonder. Yeonjun stopped frequenting the places you two would go together, trying to exterminate the sick hope in his heart that you would somehow bump into each other. He hated how cold his nights were without you. When you would come over you’d always offer to make dinner for the both of you as long as he was on dish duty. His apartment felt draughty without the calm and warmth your soft, sleepy laughter brought. The colours of his walls seemed washed out and Yeonjun’s general outlook on life had turned bleak. It had taken him forever to snap out of that mentally and find joy in what he liked to do once more.

His friends chastised him that it was foolish to have been so trusting so quickly, but something about you had drawn him in and taken a hold of him. You were diligent and quick witted, always eager to learn and open-minded in your ways of solving problems. Yeonjun had taken note of how weary you were heading into your relationship with him, how tentative you were in reaching out to him. He’d slowly unravelled the story of what had happened to you in your last relationship and did everything he could to make you more comfortable around him. A few weeks in and he had you smiling more, laughing more and sleeping better. He didn’t want any repayment for it, other than your time and affection… and when you had taken that away he’d been distraught. He’d never expected the excuse you had given him in the flurry of your departure from his life– that all Yeonjun had been to you was a rebound. All that time, all those kisses, all you two had shared was intended to be nothing but a temporary fix to your broken heart.

But he wasn’t going to give up on love as a concept just because of one bad relationship. Yeonjun patched himself up and spent all that love on his friends, his family, and most importantly himself. Seeing you tonight stung, sure, but he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that.

—

The booming music had felt invigorating at first, considering this was the first party you’d attended in a long while. But now, in the cramped bathroom face-to-face with the boy whose heart you’d broken, the thumping of the bass was steadily giving you a headache. It was turning into the kind of evening where you’d usually crave Yeonjun’s company; his patient care soothed every headache and his attentive ears listened to every rant. If you wanted any hope of having another evening cuddled up on the couch with him then you’d need to right your wrongs in the here and now.

But the expression on Yeonjun’s face foreshadowed a difficult task on your part.

“I know there’s absolutely nothing I could say to ease the pain I caused…” you started off, chancing that his features would morph into a look less judgemental. “And I can’t fix the mistake I made but-”

“Mistake?” Yeonjun asked incredulously. He fought back the hope that was blooming within him; had you really changed your mind? Yeonjun internally scolded himself for being so ready to forgive you. He wouldn’t give into you so easily in case you broke him once more.

His gaze turned icier, emotions frozen beneath the dark gloom of his irises. “C’mon, think of something more original.”

“Well, I just want to tell you that I’m so sorry,” you said, taken aback by his cold retort. You fought the tears springing in your eyes. “I didn’t deserve you from the start, and yet you overlooked that and loved me anyways.”

You were shaking with how much you were restraining yourself from crying. “Yeonjun– I was terrified. And because of that I ruined it.”

Yeonjun just watched you, eyes thawing and softening a fraction with a new emotion you couldn’t quite place. He said your name quietly, patiently– as he always did, drawing out the syllables in a manner you’d always loved.

“What were you so terrified of?” His eyes bore into your own imploringly.

“Of the way you loved me,” you explained, frustrated by your situation and the tears that had started running down your face. “Yeonjun, you– you showed me what love could really feel like. After what I went through with my ex I couldn’t seem to let anyone in and you somehow fought your way through all my inhibitions.”

“You should’ve just communicated from the start.” He huffed exasperatedly, taking his hands out of his pockets to cross them over his torso.

“I know, I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, wiping your watery eyes on the back of your sleeve. “I’m trying to learn… how to not run away.”

He didn’t say anything for a long while, and you resigned yourself to the fact that all this was too little, too late. The silence grew heavy– loud, almost– as you stared at each other. The short distance between you two felt broader when Yeonjun’s eyes became distant for a while in thought. He spoke just as you were looking for something else to say.

“So what are you trying to get at with all this? Do you want me to take you back?” His tone was steady, unlike your shaky one as you stuttered and looked down at the floor. “You caused me so much pain.”

“I know, Yeonjun,” you said, missing the way a few teardrops slipped past Yeonjun’s eyes as you weren’t looking at him anymore. “And I promise I won’t hurt you again.”

Yeonjun let out a mirthless laugh and leaned down slightly so you were at eye level. He still kept his distance. “You’re right, you won’t.”

Your heart sank at his words. The harsh, assertive tone was so uncharacteristic of him. Had he perhaps found someone else? He did deserve someone better, but knowing Yeonjun you didn’t think he’d get into another relationship this quickly.

“Are you… seeing someone?” You choked out, a lump forming in your throat. Yeonjun considered your question for a moment before shifting from his position against the door and lessening the space between you two.

“Nope. I’m not ready for that yet. Wouldn’t want to repeat the cycle of heartbreak just to feel something,” he said quietly. Your mouth fell agape at the dig. His words cut deeper than a knife, tearing right through you and leaving you breathless with how heartless he sounded. Had you really turned him into this?

“I– yes, of course. I understand,” you said as steadily as you could manage, before nodding and excusing yourself. Yeonjun slid down against the door once you had disappeared back into the party, hiding his head in his hands as he sat with his knees pressed to his chest on the floor.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun was simply putting up a front to prevent you from hurting him again. In the time you’d been apart he’d begun to put up his own defences… somehow knowing that a time would come when he’d have to face you again. You couldn’t avoid each other forever. A part of him had been waiting for this moment, replaying its possible pathways in his head while he cooked or showered or took a walk. He wanted you to feel that he’d totally let go of everything you two had, just like you did.

Now that this confrontation had happened, Yeonjun wondered if proving a point had been worth it. Your sorrowful face just now was a stark contrast to your controlled calm on that fateful Saturday. Sometimes hurt, and the fear of it, turned people into who they weren’t– and Yeonjun had just made the same mistake you had months ago. His heart ached with remorse; he’d been too harsh. The way you had followed him and apologized had caught him off guard. He hadn’t been prepared to have that conversation and he’d reacted badly.

Yeonjun cursed at himself and got up on his feet, determined to find you and put an end to this back and forth.

—

You didn’t bother looking for your friends again after you talked to Yeonjun. Neither did you try find a way to get home on your own. You just moved around the party people watching, more or less on autopilot. Yeonjun’s cold words and expressionless face burned behind your eyelids, haunting you every time you closed your eyes.

A merry group of people were trying to rope you into a game of beer pong when someone suddenly hurtled into you. You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings, and for that reason you barely had time to react when a boy came crashing into you from your side. You were knocked into the beer pong table before hitting the ground. Your reflexes saved you from landing square on your face, because your arms flew out to catch your fall. The guy who’d crashed into you apologized profusely as he tried helping you up to your feet. His friends who’d been chasing him around watched on guiltily when you winced, quickly adjusting your stance so your left foot was carrying more weight than your right. The stares from everyone around you was starting to get on your nerves, and coupled with the events of the night you were on the verge of crying again.

The boys tried leading you to a nearby couch but you declined their help and limped away from the scene as quickly as you could; you really just wanted to go home now. You had almost made it out when you nearly tripped on a rug near the landing. You’d have tumbled to the floor for the second time that night if someone hadn’t steadied you from behind.

You were going to turn around and thank your good Samaritan, if the close proximity hadn’t let you get a whiff of Yeonjun’s distinctive cologne. You froze in place, the comfort you instinctively drew from that scent had you finally breaking down completely.

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around your middle and drew you close, shushing you. “It’s okay, we’re okay, I’m here…”

“My ankle,” you managed to spit out through your tears. He hummed in acknowledgement before picking you up bridal style and walked outside, towards his car.

“Geez, what happened?” His voice was laced with so much concern as he fumbled with his pockets for his car keys.

“Someone barrelled into me by accident,” you muttered, calming yourself down by tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

“You’ll need some ice on that foot,” Yeonjun said, more to himself than to you. “I could stop somewhere and get some.”

“But Yeonjun,” you started, trying to deflect the attention. Was he actually planning on ditching the people he’d arrived with to take you home? “Your friends…”

“They’ll find their way home, it’s cool.” He set you down in the passenger’s seat before circling round to the driver’s seat. Once he got in fetched you some tissues from the back seat as you explained what happened.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked quietly, reaching over to brush a few hairs away from your face. Your skin warmed up slightly at the places his fingertips brushed against.

You shook your head and laid back against the headrest, exhausted. “I just want to go home, Jjunie.”

“Hey, that’s okay,” he whispered, trying to ignore the flip his stomach did at your use of the nickname. “We’ll get you home and we can order some takeout if you’re still hungry. But first, let me check out that ankle.”

He helped you hoist your leg onto his lap, mindful not to bump it against the gear lever. The delicate way he cradled your foot as he reached for the glove compartment had any animosity you had left in you towards him dissipate. He quietly hummed a tune you didn’t recognise as he grabbed the first aid kit and took out some brand of muscle relief spray, painting your ankle in the cold liquid before temporarily wrapping it with a bandage.

Yeonjun worked in silence as you watched him patch you up. In the quiet peace of his car it felt like nothing between you two had changed– like this was just any other day when you’d have to give each other first aid after over-exerting yourselves during dance practice.

“You’re staring,” he sighed after some time, and you were about to apologise before you caught the soft smirk playing on his lips. “Am I that gorgeous, hmm?”

You laughed at him, groaning at his playful banter. “Please, spare me, Choi Yeonjun.”

He laughed with you, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Yeonjun looked happier now than he had all night, that light he carried within shining in his eyes once more.

“I missed you,” you admitted.

“Missed you, too, runaway,” he said back with a pout. His eyes turned serious for a moment, regarding you with such profound affection, before he winked and returned his attention to his task.

“Oh no, is that my name now?” you giggled.

“Might be…” he said, earnestly. “If you stick around.”

Yeonjun’s eyes adopted a shimmering quality when he let his vulnerability seep through. It was one of your weaknesses, one of the ways he’d unknowingly won you over. His eyes sparkled with a glittering hope as he waited for your answer.

“I will.” You held out your pinkie finger and he chuckled as he linked it with his own. “This time, I will.”

“No more running away…” he whispered. The two of you had somehow gotten so close mid-conversation and you could now make out the shadow of his eyelashes against his cheeks from the party’s lights seeping through the car windows.

“No more running away, I promise,” you confirmed in a hushed tone. “I want to stay.”

“Good,” he said happily, swooping in to nuzzle his nose into your cheek. You were giggling like little kids at the action, big smiles plastered on both of your faces.

“You know… you have to seal that promise,” he chanced.

“How will I do that?” you asked, laughing at the bashful pink tint on his cheeks. “We already pinkie swore, what’s left?”

Yeonjun didn’t answer you verbally, he merely pouted his lips in your direction, stifling back a laugh as you burst out with one of your own. Nevertheless, you happily obliged once your short fit of giggles had subsided, cupping his face in your palms.

You softly pressed your lips to his, both of you sighing at the feeling you had missed so dearly. Yeonjun’s plush lips pillowed yours oh-so lovingly, his hands sneaking up your sides to wrap across your back. The kiss was slow, neither of you in much of a hurry since you had the rest of the night ahead of you to keep at this deliriously sweet pace. The two of you kept going for what felt like forever, the precious give and take of such a delicate exchange too glorious to give up. You only pulled away because the position you two were in was getting uncomfortable. You both chuckled at how you’d ignored that fact for so long, too caught up in your kiss.

“No more tears, for the both of us.” you said breathlessly.

“Agreed,” Yeonjun whispered against your lips, stealing a final kiss before he pulled away with a grin and started the car.

⚝A/N: this had so much ANGST gdhjvjfkg. still, i found this oddly theraputic and really enjoyed breaking the song down. thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed these two being dumb haha. if so, i'd love to hear your thoughts, so don't be shy to send an ask or rant in the tags :D

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[doiefics]

let's run away, princess

pairing: yeonjun x afab!reader

prologue: the princess life was not meant for you, thanks to your rockstar lover, life is not as dull

genre: fluff + royalty!au + rockstar boyfriend!yeonjun

wordcount: 975

warnings: language

You wrapped your leopard print scarf around your face, trying your best to conceal it, trying to take steps light and lighter. Even your clothing today was different.

Not an expensive piece made with the finest of fabrics and studded with the most opulent of metals, but what was rather the ‘commonplace’ clothing.

It was late at night, probably past midnight.

You somehow managed to escape from the palace. It was one of the many pros of belonging to royalty. Restrictions. Your life must have looked all alluring and illustrious to many, but people never seemed interested in peering into the shadows of anything beautiful.

Nonetheless, you were the royal family's only daughter, a princess, and princesses were never expected to slip out of palaces in the dead of night.

You came to a halt at a little door at the back of the estate, which you assumed was used by palace workers, considering you had never seen it before. You stood waiting, afraid on the inside, with intermittent looks at your wrist.

What if you someone learnt about this? Princesses were the pride and joy of their families, and no one dared to jeopardise it in any way.

"VROOM!" Your attention shifted to the side street outside as your lips curled into a smile, naturally.

Your lover, Yeonjun. He often rode his bike to help you sneak out, to let you live a life without any shackles, even if it was for a short period of time.

You pondered back to the first time you met him. It was simply another planned and rehearsed royal event, perhaps for an inauguration, but you never anticipated the exciting change to come at such a banal gathering.

The rock band that took to the stage was the talk of the town. It was a very unusual occurrence.

Your regal ancestry stood in the way of your enthusiasm for rock music. You could never have imagined yourself attending a rock concert, so you made the most of the occasion.

There was this one guy that caught your attention.

His glossy, jet black hair, parted from the middle immaculately, and fringes hanging from his hairline, sharp like daggers, his proportions were insane, with long legs and a naturally tall stature. His body was adorned with silver jewelry just as beautifully as his perfect lips adorned his face. The black skinny jeans he wore were ripped here and there, giving sneak peaks of his flesh. He was all you ever imagined a rockstar to look like.

"I really appreciate your performance. Your contribution was phenomenal! " You appreciated the team as you reached the backstage, with a few puzzled faces since no one ever imagined the princess herself to be present in a dingy dressing room belonging to five men, but you had to do it.

Maybe it had something to do with how enthralled you were by the performance, or at the very least by the gentleman on the far left.

"Thank you so much, Your Highness. We’re so grateful. Please accept our deepest gratitude. " One of the guys reversed with a bow.

You were accustomed to having formal dialogues. As you stepped forward, you gave a gentle smile.

"That was terrific!" You whispered gently enough that only that guy could hear you. He was taken aback at first, his eyes widening, followed by a smile, both with his lips and eyes.

"I thought royals were into more classical stuff, not rock and roll." He whispered back.

That was the moment you knew it.

Back to the present time, your secret lover was now right in front of you. His face was still concealed by a helmet as he patted the backseat with his leather-gloved hands, signalling you to sit.

"Your Highness!" He teased, knowing how much you hated to hear it coming out of his mouth.

"For God’s sake! It’s Y/N!" You cried, hitting him playfully as you hopped onto his motorbike.

He kicked the bike into gear, and the smoky engine roared to life. The bike and the riders were both blown along by the rapid wheels as they collided with the charcoal surface.

The bike's speed was unquestionably higher than it should have been. The roads were deserted, giving you and your lover more freedom. The sound of the brushing air as it flew by the zippy vehicle was audible, coupled with your happy yellings and screamings.

The moon who knew all your secrets, was absent from the night sky. It seemed to have left all of its glow on your face today. That was what ecstasy did to you, and that was how desperately you needed it.

For a better grip, you hugged Yeonjun’s torso, arms wrapped up from behind. He brought down the speed a little bit. You held him by his shoulders as you rose up, letting yourself stand on the footrests on either side. You allowed your long locks to run wild, letting them free, without any restrictions.

"Fuck royalty! This is what you call a life!" You screamed at the top of your lungs.

He parked his bike along one of the sides, ultimately removing the helmet that had been disguising his beauty. You were both perched, your heads resting against his shoulder.

"Yeonjun, let’s run away." You suggested, staring into space, too exhausted.

He shifted his softening gaze towards you, as he held your face with his thumbs.

"I’d do anything for you, my love."

His face held the soft projections of the lights, making it glow. You crushed your lips against his, feeling the softness. He replicated the kiss. This moment was pure bliss. You pulled out abruptly.

"You dress like a demon but you really have a heart of gold." You expressed.

Yeonjun responded with a query through his smile, his lips slamming into yours once again.

masterlist please refrain from plagiarising, translating or posting outside of this platform

have a request? prompt fic game is OPEN!

[elaichoi]

Bbbyyy my love my pookie coochie 😍🙈

Can I request a foodplay with your husband loyl Yeonjun?? I would be porever grateful to you ♡♡

jzjsjdjf THIS HAS BEEN ROTTING OH MU GOD I SORRY i was like gonna do a long fic on it and I ACTUALLY started it so it's coming but really wanted to write something quick too soooo here it is!!!

🎫 temperature play ( i used popsicles), food play, boob job, yeonjun obsessed with boobies!!!!!

yeonjun is fascinated with a lot of things about you; your eyes when they crinkle when you smile, your nose that scrunches up as you're about to sneeze and the gasps that leave your opened mouth when he holds his popsicle against your clothed tits.

his pants straining against his crotch as he focuses on the string gasps that leave you when he pressed it extra hard, or the way your body shakes beneath him—every so slightly trying to get away from him, but he still persists. addicted to the way your body squirms because of him as you try to close the gap between the two of you in your sham attempts of trying to make him believe you just want his cock on your clothed pussy. but yeonjun knows: he knows that you only want to alleviate the coldness from sensitive nipples.

but yeonjun hasn't had his fill yet, so he gleefully ignores your pleas and whimpers.

dragging you closer by your waist, yeonjun momentarily relieves you from the icy bondage but the frigid surge is soon replaced by the unbearable heat of yeonjun's mouth. his tongue swirling around your clothed buds without a hint of worry for the screech that has left your mouth almost immediately at the harsh contact—on the contrary it spurred him on, he pulled back momentarily to blow on the wet surface of your breast that had just been assaulted by such coldness.

the immediate overload of hot right after cold has justifiedly left your brain a scrambled mess—on top of the feeling of his tongue rubbing harshly against your buds—the texture of his tongue directly affecting your cunt that has been sopping wet for quite long now while his other hand does the same to your other bud—rolling and pinching them to his own whim and pleasure.

"yeonjun please," you whimper for the umpteenth time, no sense of reasoning behind your pleas. do you want more, or do you want him to stop? you don't know anymore.

thankfully, yeonjun still had the reigns over his emotions as soon as he pulled back from your chest— a string of saliva commenting your see through boob and his red, fucked out face. he almost looked so innocent laying there with your hands on the nap of his craned neck to support him as he looked up at your teary eyes. his back arched downward in order to be face level with your breasts.

maybe he was done toying with you. maybe he was gonna fuck you now.

but casting aside all your thoughts, yeonjun pushed your top up along your bra to reveal your bruised breast to him, etching an elated foxy grin on his plump, supple lips.

"you think I was done with my treat?" he teased pressing the rest of his popsicle onto your sullied breast, eliciting a loud moan from you, "next up is your cunt."

23' ITGIRLHUB.

[beom9yus]

please. -choi yeonjun x reader

: afab!reader x yeonjun — you’re watching a movie when you notice yeonjun acting a little weird. the morning after is when things really start to unfold…

: sub!yeonjun, sex w/o condom, slapping yeonjun’s ass a lot lol…, a little bit of oral?yeonjun receiving, totally fucked out and overstimulated yeonjun of course—i know how i like to write him teehee, kinda soft at the end[no pun intended]

: 2k words — happy very late yeonjun birthday!!

Today was weekly movie night.

A night where all of you guys hung out together and watched a movie of whoever’s choice it was. Last week was your turn, and this time it was Soobin’s. 

“Soobin bro, what kind of movie is this?! Why’re we watching Fifty Shades of Gray as a group you weirdo,” Beomgyu was bickering with Soobin about his movie choice. 

Soobin only scoffed and crossed his arms, his bunny lips in a pout while he talks, “Hey! It was my turn this week, and this is the movie I want to watch so suck it up! It’s probably not even that bad and you guys are making a big deal out of it!” As they continued bickering, you couldn’t help but laugh at how crazy they both are. You turn to Taehyun, who’s on his phone scrolling, not paying any mind to the argument. He’s only here to spend quality time with the group anyways. You turn to see that Kai was also watching them bicker with a smile on his face, they were too entertaining. 

Finally, your eyes were on Yeonjun. You were sitting next to him and he looked…nervous? He’s never this quiet, like, ever. Worried, you touch his arm, not missing the way he jumped a little while he turns his head to look at you. You wish you could stop the way your heart beats rapidly, almost scared it was going to pound out of your chest. Maybe you liked Yeonjun. Ok, you did like him, but nobody had to know. You don’t want to ruin anything, things are already perfect and you don't want anything to change. 

“Y/n..?” 

You finally snapped out of your hazy thinking, eyes finally looking at the pretty orange-dyed hair man in front of you. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out.” He just smiles at you and nods. “Um, but, are you okay Jjun? You seem kind of..like, nervous or something. Are you hurt? Or do you feel unwell?” Yeonjun just looks at you, finally registering your words and shaking his head quickly, “ah no, no, I’m okay, really.” Staring at him unconvinced, you tell him alright and sit back to your original spot. You see that Soobin was finally putting on the movie, even against Beomgyu’s wishes. You giggle as you hear Taehyun finally make a remark at Soobin for being a pervert, Soobin frowning and pouting, and everyone else laughing. You see that Yeonjun only lets out a dry chuckle, not really laughing. You turn back to finally talk again amongst the group, and he just couldn’t help but to look at you from the side of his eyes, thinking about things you’d probably never find out.  

The movie was alright, it wasn’t as crazy as everyone thought it’d be, until it was getting to those kinds of scenes. You could tell the group was feeling awkward, from the way they coughed and were the most silent they’d ever been since you met them. There was a scene now where she was laid out on his lap, getting hit and slapped on her ass with a peg and his hands, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure, and you felt a shift on your right side where Yeonjun was sitting. You slowly, trying not to make it too obvious, try to look at him. He had a look you haven’t seen on him before, and a couch pillow on his lap. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly his face seemed way too focused on looking concentrated, staring at the screen. Weird….you try to shake off the strange thought that appears in the back of your head as you continue watching the movie. 

Throughout the movie, you see and feel Yeonjun shift constantly. You really want to ask him what’s wrong.

The movie was finally over. The guys are chatting now, laughing and making jokes about it now that the awkwardness is over. “I think Soobin should never be able to choose a movie again honestly,” Beomgyu said. With this single comment, bickering erupts in the room again. Also again, you see the way Yeonjun looks uncomfortable. He makes short eye contact with you, before quickly getting up and scurrying to his room without saying a word. The group watched as he left, and once they heard his door shut, they bursted out in obnoxious laughter. You didn’t laugh, you wanted to know if the reason they’re laughing is the actual reason he left. Of course you wanted to go into his room, wanting to talk to him more, stare at him so long that maybe you’ll seem like a creep, but you can’t help it, he’s too cute. But you know this probably isn’t the right time. As you all head to your rooms, you stop at Yeonjun’s door, wanting to knock, but going against it. 

The rest of the night was normal, you didn’t see him again, sadly. As you slowly drift to sleep, you imagine Yeonjun in your head, wanting to know what it’d be like to be with him. 

You wake up groggily, stretching your arms and feeling the sun hit your face as you yawn. You realize it was quiet, they must’ve left to practice or something, as they usually do. It wasn’t strange for your roommates to not be at home, being in a dance group required a lot of practicing, so they were out of the house a lot. You paid it no mind, scrolling on your phone for a few minutes before you slowly get up, feeling tired for no reason. 

You enter your restroom, wanting to finally get ready for the day. You were finally done brushing your teeth, until you heard a cry come from across the hall, sounding like it was from Yeonjun’s room. You felt your body still as you got goosebumps, running your fingertips against the skin, feeling fear in your stomach. What and who was that? Aren’t they all supposed to be at practice today? Are they actually home? No, like you realized as soon as you woke up, it was way too quiet for them to be at home. All these thoughts start running through your head as you tiptoe towards the room, cries and moans getting closer. They sound as if someone was getting fucked. Fear hitting you again, you start thinking, ‘what if some hobos broke in and are having sex on Yeonjun’s bed??’ Yeah, that’s ridiculous, you almost laughed at your own crazy thoughts when you hear another—moan? You slowly pluck up the courage to slowly open the door, and that’s when you see a sight you’ll never forget. 

Yeonjun was naked, legs spread out on his bed while holding his weeping dick in one hand and another on his neck. He doesn’t seem to have heard you from the loud sounds he was making. Your mouth went dry as you just stared at him, unable to process what was happening. You were about to slowly leave, hoping to save both of you from embarrassment and awkwardness, until you heard your name coming from his lips. “Y/n….” You thought he knew you were there in the doorway, just watching him like a weirdo, until you realized his eyes were still locked shut. You could see the way his cheeks were a pretty pink, his mouth opening and closing as he whimpered, “Pl-please y/n…been bad…”

Huh?

 He was writhing in the bed, hand still on his neck. You couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. You could see the way his thumbed on his dark pink tip, spreading his precum around his head as he continued to jerk off. You couldn’t handle it any longer, he wanted you, and clearly from the current state of your panties, you wanted him back. You quietly get closer as you start to sit next to him on the bed, “Jjunie..” 

He lets out a small yelp as he quickly opens his eyes, as they immediately land on you. “Y/N..?!” You watch as he tries to cover himself up with anything. “I-I’m so sorry…I..I thought they’d all left!! I really thought you went with them! I’m so stupid I should’ve checked your location or something…I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry y/n.” You see that he puts his face in his hands. It seemed like he was..crying? You panic as you reach over and remove his hands and grab his face by his chin with one hand. His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink, and his face wet from tears, you guess he was crying from embarrassment. Cute. “Oh my poor Yeonjun,” you coo. “Why’re you crying?”

 He avoids eye contact and hiccups as he responds, “was thinking of you when doing that, I know you’re disgusted and I’ve ruined everything, I’m sorry.” Seeing him in this state ignited something in you, maybe it was that one scene of the movie from last night, but the roles here were reversed. 

“Jjunie, you’ve been bad haven’t you..?” You smirk down at him as he finally holds eye contact. You watch his eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head yes against your hand, finally processing what was happening. With your other hand bunched into his hair, you pull his head back. “What were you imagining Yeonjun?” You see the way he opens and close his mouth, biting his lips in the process. He shakes his head no, he doesn’t want you to know his dirty and perverted thoughts. “C’mon, you can tell me, I’ve already seen everything.” He cries out and you see his dick twitch, making you feel a sudden urge to grab it. As bad as you wanted to, you didn’t. With your hand still holding the back of his hair, you lean down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back hungrily, teeth hitting each other and mouths making out messily. You stop kissing him soon after as you tug on the back of his head again. Hearing him hiss at the action, you ask him again, “Jjunie, tell me what you were imagining.” He’s still shaking his head no, not wanting to tell you.

 “Fine.”

In a swift movement, you have his body over your thighs now. You can feel his tip rubbing against one of them as you start scraping your nails against his broad back. “Tell me Yeonjun.” Even though he’s humiliated from the position, he says no. “Don’t want to. You’re never gunna see me th-the same.” You say nothing as your palm makes contact against his bare ass, hearing a yell come from him. You soothe over the skin, already pink, and you don’t miss the way he shakes a little after the hit. You can feel his precum start to drip down your thigh at this point.

“Tell me now. Look how I have you already, nothing’s going to change my view on you now, you’re all pathetic and nasty for me.” Hearing nothing from him as he whimpers and slightly cries, you slap his ass again. This time he lets out a strangled moan, and you see the way he bites his lips and the way his eyes roll back. “I already know you’re dirty,” you whisper against his ear as you hit him again, “look at you, practically cumming just from me hitting your ass, aren’t you ashamed?” Yeonjun just puts his hands on his face as he tries to cover up another moan, and you feel him thrust lightly against your thigh like a shy animal.

“I’m going to leave if you don’t tell me.” You see his orange hair move as his head shoots up, eyes wide, “Y/n, no!! D-don’t leave please..’m so close…please…” you stare at him for a while until you respond. “Tell. Me. Or I will leave. You want me to stay right Jjunie?” This time he shakes his head quickly in a nod, “I was..was thinking about you having me like this, bent over your lap, and you smacking me the way you are now, just like in that movie. Wanted it so bad. Also want to fuck you, please.” “You could’ve just told me you know,” you start running your hands over his body, liking seeing him shake. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, “thought you didn’t like me like this, I was too scared.” 

You smile as you respond, “I’ve..liked you for some time now Yeonjun. Always thinking about you.” You didn’t realize he could blush any harder. Now he’s thrusting hard against your thigh again, whining and mewling as you see drool leave his mouth a little. You loved it, seeing how pathetic and how badly he wanted to get off. Giving him one last hard slap, you heard his mewl loudly, eyes furrowed, still rutting against your skin, he opens his mouth wide, “Y/n! Ffffuuuuck” he’s still whimpering and shaking as you felt your thigh become warm, his cum dripping down. You grab his shirt he must’ve taken off earlier and clean yourself.

You then tapped him, signaling him to lay down on the bed, and he did so, probably thinking you were about to cuddle him or something. Yeah, right.

You love seeing his fucked out face. He’s sweaty, his hair is a wet mess, drool still on the side of his mouth, trailing down to his jawline, and he’s breathing heavily. You watch his chest heave up and down quickly, still regaining his composure from his high. You get up, removing your tank top, along with your shorts and underwear, looking over at Yeonjun who still had his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You crawl over to him and he opens his eyes now, looking up at you. He quickly glances over to your naked body, making a cute sound that you think might be a held back whine.

You smile at him like a cat, knowing what you were about to do was a little evil, but he couldn’t just leave you like this, right?

“Hey.”

He smiles back, letting out a breathless “hi.” You start to kiss him and he kisses you back, this time the kiss being slow and passionate. “Need you Yeonjun.” “Y/n…I, I can’t, need some time, okay?” You frown as you grab his soft dick and he hisses from the overstimulation. “Y/n…please…feels so overwhelming!” He once again, had his eyes rolling back as he moaned and shook. You lower your face until you’re face to face with his dick, giving him a lick. You hear him loudly grunt. You feel his dick hardening. Still giving him small licks, you look up to see him, “please Jjunie?” He looks down at you, tears wetting his face once again from how much overwhelming pleasure he’d felt. He gives you a slow nod, as you get up and start to align him against your slit. You lower yourself down on him, biting your lip and breathing deep and slow, finally feeling full from his pretty and thick dick. You press your hand down against his neck softly, and you see the way he starts to bite his lips harshly. He likes it.

You start grinding down on his dick, and you feel his hands grip your hips hard enough to give you bruises. “Feels so gooooood,” he thrusted up into you messily, becoming a slurring mess, saying nonsensical things, the only things you could make out were your name and “good.” His hair is slicked on his forehead now from how much he’s been sweating, and you could feel yourself building up an orgasm from his length hitting you right where it needed to. He regularly opened his eyes to stare at your boobs bouncing along with you, holding back from lifting up his body to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You started switching hands from getting tired of having one on his neck, and every time you pressed down on it, he would moan.

Yeonjun felt the way your soft and warm walls started sputtering around him, he was also so close to coming, but he wanted you to come first so badly. He wanted to see you encased in pleasure, only feeling good, because of him. He moved one of his hands off your hips and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing and watching your reactions through his blurry vision. Seeing how you moved against one specific pressure and speed, he continued, loving seeing your body twitch and spasm. You start to feel the knot in your stomach come undone as you look down on Yeonjun again, seeing his face in bliss. This sent you over the edge, you start shaking hard, feeling Yeonjun’s thumb still on your clit, making the same movements. You feel your walls clench down on his dick, as if trying to milk him for his cum and he cries out, almost sobbing, feeling himself spill his seed into you.

Body tired, you slowly lay on his body, both of you recuperating from your highs and breathing hard. He looks down at you, “I should’ve told you about what I wanted sooner if I knew this would happen,” he thinks for a while and gives you a kiss on your head, “and, I’ve liked you for a while too. If a while is about two days after you moved in.” You laugh softly as you bury yourself into his chest.

You were too tired to give back a response, knowing he knows you feel the same, and simply nodding your head against his chest. You both drifted asleep, not caring about him still being in you. 

[soobie-boobie]

my pretty boy - c.s.b.

- written by padfoot ♡ (3.6k words)

warnings: subvirgin!soobin x dom!reader, slight fluff, reader is afab, handjob, brief mentions of hentai, soobin is titty drunk, praising, unprotected sex (practice safe sex ya'll), reader lowkey had corruption kink, unestablished relationship, college au

synopsis: soobin, the shy, quiet, anime kid who never seems to make an impression suddenly catches his crush Y/n, the popular girl's attention.

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Choi Soobin, infamous for being the shy, quiet, anime kid at the back of the classroom who's always observing instead of speaking, and something he has observed quite a lot recently is Y/ln Y/n.

He would be lying if he said he didn't find Y/n pretty, I mean who wouldn't find her attractive? Anyone with eyes would know that Y/ln Y/n was very beautiful, hence her being one of the most popular girls in uni.

Every guy wanted her, but only a few she actually found worthy of her time. She typically went for guys like Kang Taehyun and nothing less.

Kang Taehyun was your typical college jock who was extremely attractive and popular amongst all the college girls. He could get anyone he wanted and he chose to go for Y/n.

Great. He chose to go for Soobin's crush since his freshman year of high school, just splendid.

He was convinced he had absolutely no chance to be with Y/n with guys like Taehyun as his competition. He knew he lacked compared to him and he had learned to accept it, but that doesn't mean it hurt any less.

There he was, sitting in his usual spot all the way in the back of the class, seeing the same scene unfold in front of him for the hundredth time by now, Taehyun whispering something in your ear that makes you erupt in a fit of giggles. Soobin rolled his eyes in annoyance and went back to typing in his computer, silently hoping that one day that could be him making you laugh.

What Soobin didn't know was how badly you also wanted him. How you wanted to see his pretty fucked out face, and him begging you to touch him. His eyes glisten with desire and pure lust as you proceed to ruin him, oh how it drove you crazy to think of him like that. His sensitive body squirming under your touch, you were absolutely down bad for Choi Soobin and he was down bad for you.

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(time skip: next day)

You were making your way to class as usual, but this time, you were 20 minutes early, determined to finally mutter a word to the awkward cutie whose place belonged at the back of the room.

Just as you expected, there he was, sitting at the very back looking very interested in something on his laptop. You made your way to the seat next to him, sitting down quietly. At first, he didn't notice your presence in the empty classroom with his eyes too busy glued to the computer screen. You weren't happy with the way this was going so you took matters into your own hands and leaned closer to Soobin's body.

"Hey, what are you watching?" You asked, startling the boy. He turned to look at the person responsible for startling him like that and he was met with the most unexpected, yet beautiful surprise ever, you.

It took him a second to come up with an answer having you right in front of him. You made it difficult for him to concentrate when his eyes wanted so desperately to look down at your low-cut shirt, which was revealing the sexiest cleavage he has ever seen.

"Uh- nothing... just a new anime I started watching," said Soobin, shyly looking away from your prominent gaze. You scooted your desk closer to his, making Soobin feel even more shy now that you were so close to him.

"Oh cool! Can I see?" You asked with a sweet smile causing Soobin's heart to melt on the spot. He nodded and nervously fumbled with the computer, accidentally scrolling to another window with a video of what seemed to be hentai.

The male character had his dick positioned in between the girl's massive boobs, thrusting into them with force while the girl kitten licks the guy's tip.

Soobin felt his heart fly out of his ass at what just happened, he quickly closed his computer shut and prayed to the lord you somehow miraculously didn't see. Unfortunately for him, you saw everything.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he said, with cheeks burning red.

“Hey! It’s ok, it’s totally normal! Trust me I’ve seen worse.” You said, trying to ease the poor boy's embarrassment.

Sadly it wasn’t working as Soobin had never wanted more than to die at that very moment.

This wasn’t the way his first conversation with his crush was supposed to go! Fuck why did he have to ruin everything like always?!

You found it cute how he got so shy so easily, but you kind of wished he at least looked at you once. 

You smiled, fond of the boy’s adorable timidity, and reached your hand up to cup his soft face, placing your fingers under his chin and gently turning him to face you. Soobin felt his heart race at the feeling of your touch on his skin, immediately feeling the skin of his cheeks burning. 

“Hey, look at me. It’s fine, I’m not weirded out or anything, actually… It was kind of hot,” You admitted, letting go of his face and sitting back on your chair with a cheeky grin. Soobin’s eyes widened and his pretty pink lips parted in bewilderment. Did you really just say that?! What did that even mean?! Questions bombarded Soobin’s brain as you both held eye contact for far too long.

“Hey, Y/n! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you! What are you doing here so early?” asked none other than Soobin’s incredibly attractive roommate, Kang Taehyun. You tore your eyes away from the boy’s gaze to face Taehyun, which made Soobin feel immediate jealousy flood his body.

“Oh hey, Tae! Nothing, I just had some free time and decided to get here earlier than usual,” you replied. Soobin felt himself cringe at the pet name that came out of your mouth, envious of the boy in front of him.

You reached over to grab your bag and leave to go sit at your usual desk on the other side of the classroom, you briefly turned back over your shoulder at the cute boy sending him a subtle quick wink, making his stomach erupt in nervous butterflies. He quickly looked down at his shoes, feeling his cheeks heat up instantly. 

Oh, how you had him in a chokehold.

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Soobin stepped out of the shower, shaking some of the droplets of water out of his freshly clean black hair that almost covered his eyes completely. He took his time putting on his clothing, starting with his lower body and working his way up to his upper body.

He opened the bathroom door and was met with the surprise that his roommate had left, causing Soobin to have all the dorm to himself. He excitedly prepared his laptop and got himself comfortable to continue watching the anime he had started a few days ago.

Just as he got comfortable, he heard a soft knock coming from his dorm door. He groaned, not wanting to get up to open the door for his roommate who probably locked himself out again. He slowly got up and made his way to the door, reaching out for the knob to twist it open.

“Taehyun, I told you the key is under the ma-” 

Soobin words were caught in his throat as his eyes met with your beautiful ones, what were you doing here? You were standing there smiling up at him looking beautiful as always, he could only wonder why you came to his dorm, maybe you came to see him?

“Oh- Hey! Is Taehyun here?” you asked sweetly. Soobin felt his heart shatter with your question. Of course, you were here to see his stupidly attractive roommate who happened to also be into you. Why would you ever come to visit him, that’s dumb.

“Uh- no. He’s probably at the gym or something,” Soobin replied sadly, looking down towards his feet. Your smile widened, earning a confused stare from Soobin.

“Good,” You simply said before grabbing the boy by his shirt and placing a light kiss on his lips. It took a while for Soobin to fully comprehend what happened, but when he did his cheeks flushed a bright pink shade, popping out more due to his pale skin. You grinned sweetly up at him before turning around to make your way back to your dorm.

Soobin refused to let you go. He refused to let you vanish into a faint useless memory of you, he couldn’t just let the love of this life leave like that. This was his moment to prove to you that he can be everything you wanted, that he is completely yours.

“Wait!” pleaded Soobin, gripping your arm to hold you back. “Stay… please,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper. Hearing his words made your heart clench inside your chest, “I won’t go, not until you tell me to” you replied, cupping his soft cheek delicately. Soobin closed his eyes, trying to remember this moment forever. Part of him couldn’t believe this could be true, you standing here telling him these beautiful words, it was all too overwhelmingly precious to him. He had dreamed and hoped for you to notice him one day, and it seems like someone heard his desperate pleas, and he will forever be thankful.

You admired the boy in front of you, his porcelain white skin, his pretty heart-shaped lips that had a natural pink flush to them, his shiny brown eyes that could most likely hold the whole galaxy in them, his soft black locks, and that smile... oh how you loved his smile. Everything about him was so fucking perfect to you. 

You loved him.

You knew you did.

Your heart called for him and if you have learned anything from anyone it's to always follow your heart and right now… you’re heart leads you to Choi Soobin. You always knew he was the one for you ever since you first saw him in your first-year chemistry class during high school, you were enthralled by the boy's natural beauty and shy nature that led you to have a massive crush on him.

While looking into his eyes you were determined to make him yours for the night, and hopefully, if you played your cards correctly, maybe even forever. The mere thought of that had you already very excited.

"Y/n" whispered Soobin in a breathy voice.

Oh, how your name sounded so pretty coming from his perfect pouty lips. It was something you just wanted to listen to over and over again like a cd on a broken radio.

"Yes, Soobin?" you replied in the same faint whisper, stroking his soft cheek gently while looking him in the eyes.

"Kiss me," he answered desperately, his shiny eyes glistening with desire as he breathed out those two short words that made your knees weak at the mere thought of kissing his plush pink lips.

You wasted no time giving him what he wanted as you softly touched his lips, connecting you once again. You placed Soobin's arms around your waist as you went up to messily tangle your hands in his soft black locks. The feeling of his soft lips combined with the taste of him quickly became addicting, like tasting a drug you knew was highly intoxicating.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but escalated into a passionate and fiery make-out as Soobin pulled you into his dorm room, shutting the door with his foot. He moved you towards his bed, setting you down in a position where you were straddling him. Before this could escalate any further you parted your lips from his, making Soobin whine.

"Are you sure you want this?" you asked the boy, knowing he was still a virgin.

Soobin frantically nodded his head, but that didn't cut it for you. You needed to hear him say it.

"Soobin, I need you to use your words, love," you whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine and making the blood rush straight to his growing arousal.

"Fuck, I do. Please y/n, I want you to fuck me," Soobin whined back, desperately wanting you to be the one who ruins him completely.

Hearing him whimper and beg you to fuck him felt surreal to you. He looked so pretty when he was desperate for your touch, and you can tell it won't take you long until you came undone for him.

You wrapped your arms around Soobin's shoulders, pulling him into a sloppy, hot kiss. You directed your kisses down his jawline and neck, sucking softly on his silky skin. Soobin gasped at the feeling of your warm lips on his sensitive skin, making him throw his head back when you started sucking reddish marks on his neck. Something about being marked by you drove Soobin crazy, the idea of waking up tomorrow to your love bites sprinkled across his neck made him really hard for you.

It turned you on how sensitive Soobin was to your touch, squirming and whimpering at every movement you made. You made sure your movements were skillfully thought of, wanting his first time to go perfectly.

“Tell me what you want me to do, love,” you asked, slightly gliding your tongue from his neck, up until his ear, earning a soft moan from him.

“I want you to touch me please… it hurts too much,” replied Soobin with his eyes closed and breathing uneasily. You thought he couldn’t look better pouting his pretty lips as he begs to be touched. You contained yourself from wanting to tease him more, remembering that you’re his first ever experience.

It gave you a sense of pride knowing that he chose you to be the one to ruin his innocence, it made your ego skyrocket as no one else has ever had the chance to see precious little Soobin in this state but you, and you were determined to keep it that way no matter what.

“As you wish, pretty boy. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me m’kay?” You asked in a sultry manner, reassuring him that it’s okay to speak up if anything makes him feel uncomfortable.

“M’kay” answered Soobin, wearing a faint smile that made your heart melt into a puddle. You reciprocated his smile, and went back to nibbling gently on his neck and jaw. You slowly trailed your hand from his shoulders, down to his lower abdomen, then finally to the place where he needed it the most.

Soobin’s breath hitched in his throat, god he was so sensitive. You started moving you’re hand slowly against his clothed crotch, causing Soobin to gasp and throw his head back with a soft groan that went directly to you’re dripping arousal.

“Oh fuck y/n! oh god it feels so good.” he moaned out euphorically, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

As you continued going slowly, you felt Soobin’s hips start grinding against your hand, prompting you to go faster. Soobin was convinced he was in heaven by now, this was way better than anything his hand could every do.

You moved from kissing his neck to kissing his lips. The way he moaned and whimpered into your mouth had you sure you’d cum untouched at any moment. You felt his hips twitch and his breathing getting more and more uneasy. He became a whimpering mess, moaning your name over and over again in a high pitched tone.

“You’re doing so well for me, my pretty boy. Moaning my name so fucking pretty.” you praised, making him whine at your approval.

“Ah shit, y/n m’ close,” said Soobin, closing his eyes shut and his mouth gaping open as he felt his rapid orgasm approaching. You felt bad for doing so but you halted your movement on his crotch, making Soobin’s eyes snap open.

“Wha-?” he asked, trying to recover from the immense pleasure he just experienced.

You swiftly took your shirt and jeans off, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. Soobin’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the gorgeous sight before him.

"Trust me, this will feel much better," you replied confidently, making Soobin even more smitten by you.

In all the many fantasies he’s ever had about you, none of them even came close to giving you justice for what you really looked like.

You looked otherworldly.

He was convinced there was no one out there who looked sexier than the woman standing right in front of him.

Soobin undid his pajama pants and boxers and slid them off impatiently. He was far too excited to finally have his moment and spend it with none other than the love of his life.

You were taken aback by Soobin's actual size, contrasting with his shy, quiet self, his size said otherwise. He was so big, and you weren't gonna lie, it was pretty intimidating... but so hot.

He looked far more gorgeous than you ever imagined. His pale skin flushed in pretty pink splotches, his hair slightly messy, his slender softly-toned body, and his lips all red and swollen. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, and the best part was... he was all yours.

You slid off your underwear, tossing it away carelessly and going down to straddle him again. You could tell that Soobin was nervous, so you placed a sweet kiss on his forehead, smiling down into his eyes.

"Babe, relax for me." You said, gently stroking his cheek. Soobin smiled at your cute gesture and you could tell his nerves calmed down a bit.

"I'm gonna go down, okay?" You asked beforehand. He mumbled back a quiet "m'kay" before you placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered your body, earning a loud gasp from Soobin.

"Oh my god, fuck!" He moaned out in a breathy voice while throwing his head back, making your knees weak.

Soobin felt in heaven, you were so wet and warm it made it very difficult for him to stand not cumming on the spot by simply just that.

When he thought it couldn't get better, you started moving up and down on his dick, making his eyes roll to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.

"Ah fuck y/n, god I love you so fucking much," He managed to whimper out before his mouth fell agape and his mind went fuzzy from the immense pleasure.

You moaned out in response, his words adding to your euphoric state. His dick hitting all the right spots, plus his beautiful whimpers made your body and mind feel on cloud nine.

"Fuck Soobin, you feel so good. You're doing so good for me," you moaned out, making the boy blush in embarrassment. He then reached a hand towards your back and easily undid your bra, sliding it off of you to then throw it somewhere carelessly in the room.

He grabbed one of your boobs and started fondling it while placing the other in his mouth, making circular motions with his tongue. You arched your back and threw your head back at the sensation. You looked down to see Soobin's shiny doe eyes staring up at you while nuzzling up in your breasts, making you let out a throaty groan. He looked way too pretty in between your tits, you wished he could stay like that forever.

One of your movements caused Soobin to audibly moan, sending vibrations to your tit which made you let out a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck y/n, I'm really close, holy shit," He whimpered out in a high-pitched tone. You felt his hips start to stutter and his whimpering got much louder, he threw his head back with eyes tightly shut, his mouth fell open and his breathing got more and more irregular.

Soobin felt his mind reach places he didn't even know were possible. the way you were fucking him made him feel like he was so close to heaven. This was exactly how wonderful he had imagined his first time to be, and he's glad he went through it all with you.

His mind started clouding up with the feeling of his intense orgasm, he felt his skin erupt in goosebumps and his whole body flood with immense pleasure.

You felt him cum inside you, filling you up completely just as you'd always fantasized about, making it trigger your own orgasm. You reached down to meet Soobin in a sloppy kiss while you came on him, causing Soobin to shudder.

After riding out both of your intense highs, you both collapsed on the bed, Soobin immediately engulfing you in a tight hug nuzzling his head on the crevice of your neck.

"I mean what I said y'know," whispered Soobin, lifting his head out of your neck and looking into your eyes adoringly, "That I love you." You smiled at the boy and ran your hand through his damp hair.

"I do too, my pretty boy," You replied, making Soobin blush madly at your cute pet name for him. "So, how was your first time?" You asked with a shit-eating grin.

"It was incredible, we need to do that more often," said Soobin with wide eyes and an innocent smile, making you fall in love with him all over again.

"I'm glad... and don't worry, I have a lot in store for you, love," You said with a cheeky wink.

"Can't wait!" replied Soobin, nuzzling himself back into your neck, leaving sweet little kisses on it.

"Goodnight my angel," was the last thing you whispered before you both fell into a deep slumber in each other's embrace.

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[beomitos]

I love how we all agree that Beomgyu loves eating pussy😭 Slurping and sucking on your clit like his life depends on it, occasionally sliding in his fingers and curling them on ur sweet spot. He'd rather chase your orgasm before thinking about his own pleasure . AAAAA Im so whipped for him😭

[flowerflowerflo]

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