#baejin x reader

[lattenha]

wrong but it feels so right — Y. KEEHO

a relationship gone stale causes you to indulge in some company and attention from someone other than your boyfriend, who’s been falling short of it. ft. non-idol!keeho (p1harmony) x gn!reader genre! pining (one sided but eventually becomes mutual), kind-of first meeting w/c! 2633

warnings! drinking, relationship going astray, implied cheating (reader is kissed despite already having a bf), mentions of side characters non-idol!eric, hyunjin, baejin, heesung, hyunjun (former tbz member)

you stared at the blank ceiling above, wondering what it would be like if everything just collapsed on you and came falling down. would you make the effort to run and escape possible life threatening injuries, or would you rather continue to lay in bed and accept what the universe has planned for you.

you’re not sure how to put it in a coherent sentence but lately everything just feels off to you, like there’s some entity looming over your shoulder or that there’s a new chemical reaction that changed the molecules floating in the air wherever you go. perhaps it’s one of those mercury in retrograde periods that the astrology enthusiasts talk about on the spiritual side of tiktok. whatever it may be, you’re hoping that this is a temporary rut and nothing permanent

the silent vibration of your phone signaling an incoming call interrupts your philosophical thoughts. you reach over the nightstand and pluck the device out of its charger just in time to answer on the third ring.

“hello?”

“babe! the guys and i are going to hyunjun’s to drink. probably hang out as well of course. you wanna come?”

your eyes dart to the digital clock sitting prettily on your desk as it collects dust. the time reads thirty two minutes after six p.m. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the option of staying home for the rest of the evening of tagging along with your boyfriend to go to his friend’s place who you barely know.

spoiler alert, you opted for the latter.

“gimme like 10 minutes to get ready?”

“alright, i’ll be over soon. love ya,”

you swallowed and let out a shaky laugh. “you too, babe.”

the line went dead meaning the call had ended. your phone dropped to your side and you craned your neck to look up at the sight of your boring ceiling. what’s the probability that you come crashing down on me in this very moment?

not as likely as you hoped it would.

your boyfriend arrived promptly after you shot him a text to inform him that you were dressed and ready to go. not without missing the smiley face that you habitually added to the end of your sentence. the silly little emoticon that felt like it was taunting you with colons for eyes and parentheses for a mouth. wonder which genius was the first to come up with that when texting became a thing.

tonight was nothing special, to you at least, which meant having the opportunity to dress casual and comfortable. if this were dinner at a fancy restaurant or a planned date (something that your boyfriend hasn’t taken you out on for more than a couple of months), then your outfit would be the complete opposite of what you were currently wearing. cargos with an oversized zip-up hoodie and an l.a dodger’s baseball cap.

but because tonight was neither dinner at a fancy restaurant nor a thought-out date with a well prepared itinerary, there was no reason for you to dress-to-impress. not even for your boyfriend. eight and a half months of dating changes you when you reach that stage of absolute comfortability with each other. at least you guess so.

the two of you arrived at hyunjun’s with less than 15 minutes to spare. your boyfriend led you to the backyard where the rest of his social circle was, fingers lazily entwined together. the sounds of your footsteps shuffling against the grass sparked his friends attention and they all perked up delighted to see your boyfriend’s impending arrival (not yours). he dropped his grasp from yours to which you frowned ever so slightly at. you stood off to the side as you watched them dap each other up and do that bro hug with the pat on the back thing that guys usually do when they greet one another.

“sup y/n,” one of them nodded at you, being the first to acknowledge your presence, and you did your best to smile in a non-awkward way.

you gave him a small wave and muttered a shy “hi” under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the chatter of seven guys talking in unison.

“want a shot? it’s strawberry soju, your favorite~” he sing-songed, shaking the bottle in a tempting manner and a shot glass ready in his other hand like he wasn't excepting "no" for an answer.

not even your own boyfriend knew you liked strawberry flavored soju.

“why the fuck not,” you shrugged. giggling when he praised you as you downed the shot in one go, scrunching your face at the slight sting of the alcohol sliding down your throat. the sweet warmth of the liquid settling in your stomach. no matter how many given occasions that you’ve drank soju each time feels like it’s the first for you.

hyunjin refilled your glass and invited you to sit next to him. your boyfriend already made himself comfortable in the seat between eric and baejin who were directly across of you.

it only took him two whole minutes into the night to forget about you.

new world record.

“is anyone else drinking? can i just have this entire bottle to myself?” you shamelessly asked, pointing to the strawberry soju that was perspiring on top of the cooler that hyunjin offered you not long ago.

“knock yourself out, shortcake.”

if you were going to make it through tonight and sit idly while your boyfriend subconsciously pretends he doesn’t have a significant other to tend to, then you were going to need more than two puny baby shots of soju.

“i needa use the bathroom…” you announced to no one in particular as if your whereabouts really mattered to anyone here.

you stood up from the lawn chair and slipped into the house through the sliding door, struggling to close it behind you before venturing off to the bathroom. if your memory serves you right you’ll find your destination down the hallway second door on the left. sadly, to your dismay, it was currently occupied by someone else who beat you to it.

your arms folded, leaning against the wall to support your weight, while [im]patiently waiting for the person on the other side.

five minutes or so passed and you began to wonder if whoever was on the toilet was taking a shit or possibly puking up their insides into the bowl with their pitiful head hanging low.

whatever it was that they were doing, if you have to stand in the hallway for another 60 seconds you were not going to hesitate to pound your fists on the damn door demanding them to hurry up with their fucking business because there’s other people in this world who need to use the bath—

something clicked and your posture straightened itself at the mere noise. you looked away when you heard someone fumble with the door knob and pretended to fixate your attention on the imaginary speckles of dust in the air.

“oh fu— my bad, sorry, i made you wait that long.” a masculine voice lulled your eyesight onto him.

he’s hot. wait— um, hello? you literally have a boyfriend. there’s no way you were willing to let yourself feed into that thought.

“it’s alright. please tell me you at least sprayed something in there. i don’t think i can hold my breath any longer than 15 seconds at best.”

laughter erupted from the male, unsure if your playful remark was that funny to elicit a chuckle out of someone in the first place.

“don’t worry i didn’t do a number two if that’s what you’re thinking.” he wipes his hands on his pants and you stifle the urge to cringe at his mannerisms. at least he washed them unlike most guys you know. “you going in?”

“o-oh. y-yes, thank you.”

you duck your head and give the stranger a small smile as you close the door gently, locking it soon after. a heavy sigh you weren’t even aware of that you were holding back finally slips past your lips, and you observe your reflection in the mirror. completely flustered, like you just ran into a hallway crush and that was your first real interaction with them.

the waft of scented soap was strong that the smell of coconut-vanilla lingered on your skin. you dried your hands on the stray towel hanging from the rack and stopped in your tracks to fix your hair for the nth time that evening out of anxious habit. a startled squeak bubbled from your throat when you opened the door revealing the (hot) stranger who was standing in your previous spot in the hallway.

he craned his neck to look up from his phone. his gaze slowly trailed your figure from bottom to top as he respectfully studied your image. you stared back at him with doe eyes shrinking into your hoodie when his eyes remained idle on you far too long for comfort. sure, he was hot, and part of you felt guilty for wanting to think that he was checking you out, but his blank expression made it challenging to read his thoughts.

the corner of his lip upturned ever so slightly into a smirk.

"finally done?"

you scoffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his attempt to jokingly jab at you. "at least i wasn't in there for 30 minutes unlike some people."

the ravenette chuckled and it almost summoned you to your knees.

stand up, y/n! stand up! you have a boyfriend outside.

"i'm keeho, by the way. i don't think we've really formally met or talked outside of this friend circle."

keeho, huh? come to think of it, you've never really seen him at these types of gatherings nor did you recognize him in the small crowd of your boyfriend's friends who were clustered in the backyard. you could easily put a name to a face that you knew of but tonight was definitely a first for bumping into keeho.

"i'm y/n,"

you snorted at keeho's lame joke and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers. keeho laughed amusingly at your reaction, slapping his hand against the marble counter and almost knocking down the bottle of soju that the two of you were sharing. you furrowed your brows. cheeks reddening due to the alcohol in your system and not the fact that his cackled laughter added to his established personality.

"stop laughing!" you shoved his shoulder but keeho showed no sign of stopping any time soon. grumbling to yourself under your breath, you took another swig of shoju and wiped the few drops of liquid on your lips with the back of your hand.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry—" keeho's manic episode of laughter subsided and he poured himself another shot. "it was just cute how shocked you look, i wish you could've seen your face."

he just called you 'cute.'

your heart palpitated at the nonchalant comment and almost jumped right of your chest.

alarms were blaring inside your head but you subconsciously decided to ignore it and shove it into the shadows of the depths of your mind.

this was increasingly becoming dangerous and you were damn well aware of it. just two steps away from crossing forbidden territory and two steps away from sabotaging eight months of a relationship that, admittedly, you were no longer happy with.

did that make things morally right? no.

but whatever this tension you deluded yourself into thinking was there between you and keeho, it needed to be put out before a flame could possibly ignite.

keeho's face softened as he noticed the distant glint behind your eyes. he bit his lip, a little harsher than he intended to, and contemplated if the high dive would be worth sacrificing the short amount of time that he got to learn more about you over the course of the night.

he briefly turned his attention to the guy sitting outside. with sharp, piercing eyes, he narrowed on the sight of the individual drinking and laughing in utmost mockery. keeho may be out of the loop despite his association with your boyfriend's circle of friends but he was never close to them to begin with. he’s not sure why he continues to stay when he clearly doesn’t like half of the people here at hyunjun’s place; your boyfriend included.

however, the person sitting next to him is a reminder why.

keeho has always known of you.

he knows that about a week ago you just recently hit your eight month milestone with heesung. why and how he knows this information? well, let’s just say keeho was coincidentally there to witness the day that heesung asked you out with your favorite boba and a shiba inu plushie.

he knows your contact name stored in heesung’s phone because you called him five times, back-to-back, to which heesung ignored. it was game night at eric’s and while your boyfriend was too busy trying to win first place in every race of the mushroom cup in mario kart, ‘y/n ❤️’ was there on the other end of the phone anxiously biting on their fingernails hoping to get a single word out of their boyfriend.

he knows that you went to hyunjun for advice on what to get a guy for their birthday because you wanted it to be special and had the boys help you plan a surprise party for heesung.

he knows that in the past two and a half months heesung has been distant with you, stopped putting in the effort to take you out on dates, and only keeps you around to save face. your boyfriend’s ego is bigger than what’s in his pants, and him making the first move to break up with you will paint him out to be the bad guy when he was the one who fell first.

it pained keeho knowing that you were completely oblivious to all of this, or, at least most of this that is.

he saw it when you first arrived to hyunjun’s. the frown on your lips when heesung dropped your hand.

he saw it in your eyes. the way you’d look off into space as if you didn’t belong here and were solemnly forgotten of.

he’s been in the background for a while now. the time he spent as a side character in the plot of the drama had to end at some point.

fuck it.

keeho leaned in close, fingers gingerly brushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of your face, tucking your locks behind your ear and choosing to avoid the way that your pupils were practically shaking.

the unthinkable happened and you silently thanked the universe that you didn’t have to make the first move in order to confirm if what you were feeling was a facade of a pile of disappointment from these past two, almost three, months.

keeho pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. his tiers loitered there long enough for someone to easily walk in on you two. your fingers grasped onto the material of his sweater and you nearly whined when he pulled away.

there’s no use in denying it any longer and it wasn’t the soju talking.

you were slightly buzzed yet sober enough to comprehend what was happening, and as much as the old you would let the guilt tear you apart inside, you could not care less.

it was wrong. all of this was. but why did it feel so right.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

2. “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

11. “Are you flirting with me”, “You finally noticed?”

prompts from here

pairing : taehyun x fem!reader

warnings : profanities (what's new)

y/n’s in the lecture hall, talking very animatedly to her friend beside her, Lia, her hands flying all over to make her point. Anyone looking at her would’ve think that she’s talking about someone she likes, but really she’s just talking about her tutor, taehyun. (Lia had told y/n that she’s actually having a crush on taehyun, big time, but y/n won’t admit it, saying she only find him “cute”). Being the good friend she is, Lia saw how taehyun was coming up from yn’s behind, but made no effort at all in stopping the latter from talking about him.

“okay but taehyun had no reason being THAT cute,” yn had said, ending the sentence with a squeal.

“yn,” he called.

realising taehyun was behind her, yn went completely silent, hoping he had went deaf temporarily, missing out on how she called him cute seconds ago.

“can we talk about our next session?” silence. taehyun raised his eyebrows towards Lia when he received no response from her, yn's back still on him.

mouthing a ‘help me’ to her friend, Lia only smiled, nodding as if to say not to worry.

“oh yn, I just remembered, I had a club meeting,” and just like that, Lia packed up her bag, leaving yn behind.

fuck you, Lia

“uh, okay,” yn finally turned to face taehyun, a slight blush creeping onto her face out of embarrassment.

cute,

“is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” taehyun asked, biting back a smile.

“what? I am not blushing!” she replied, cringing at how her voice almost came out as a shrill.

“you have no reason being that cute,”

Yn’s eyes widened at his words, confirming her suspicion.

“oh fuck you, taehyun. You’re never gonna live this down, won’t you,” her hands went to her face, covering it.

“nope,” he said, casually slinging one of her backpack’s strap onto his shoulder.

that's it, one of the little things taehyun do that makes her heart skip a beat.

“where are we going? we still have an hour before the tutoring,” she asked, trying to catch up with the other’s long strides.

“I feel like having lunch with my cute student,”

“are you flirting with me?”, she asked jokingly, playfully narrowing her eyes towards him.

“you finally noticed?” taehyun stopped in his tracks to look at her incredulously, any hint of playfulness long gone.

“oh my god. you’re being serious. Oh. My. God.”

“seriously, yn. why’d you think sometimes I bring you flowers?”

“i dont know! you said you worked at the florist and there were some extras!” at this point, she was almost shrieking.

“do you really think I afford to still work at a florist despite my packed schedules? and why'd any florist give out extras? ”

The question had finally got her to think logically. “okay well you do have a point,”

“I always have a point,” he replied.

"and im making a point right now by taking you out on a date," he said, taking the books out of her hand, replacing them with his hand instead.

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[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!

Pairing: Yoon Hyunsuk x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smau + written

Summary: Hyunsuk thinks you couldn’t see him on his birthday, the truth is you’re organizing him a surprise party.

Warning: None

Notes: I finally wrote my bub an imagine. 🤭❤️ Happy b-day to the loml. ❤️

The timer of the oven went off, Y/n put her phone on the kitchen counter and grabbed a towel to take the two molds out.

She stacked them and started decorating, She wrote a ‘Happy Birthday, bubs 🤍’ on the center.

Y/n wasn't a professional baker but liked baking certain pastries since she was a teen. It was a hobby she enjoyed.

When she finished, she placed it carefully on a white box that had a ribbon. She took her bag, phone and car keys and walked out of the door, making sure to lock her apartment.

Then entered the elevator that went to the underground parking lot.

She opened the trunk and put the cake inside.

After that she entered the car, and put her bag on the passengers seat. Y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and Sunshower by Epex started playing.

With that, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's dorm which was only 10 minutes away.

He certainly was gonna be surprised, because the last thing he knew was that she had a huge project she had to submit the next day and that was why she couldn't hang out.

Once she arrived, she parked right in front of the building. She took all of her things and entered the place.

She hopped on the elevator and went up to the 4th floor.

The doors opened and she bounced towards the familiar door. She knocked and a smiley Seunghun opened it.

“Y/n! You’re just on time.” He let her in and took the box.

“Thanks. I’m glad, I thought I was going to be late because of the cake. It took me longer to decorate it than I anticipated.” She set her bag on the couch. “Hi, Gon.” The girl greeted the older as soon as she saw him coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/nnie.” He smiled at her. “Baejin just told me they’ll be here in 20 minutes.”

“Okaay. Do you guys need help with anything?”

“Not really. We just finished decorating and the food is almost ready.”

“Oh, okay.”

The three of them sat on the living room coach and conversed for a while until Byounggon’s phone dinged.

“They’re on the elevator.”

“I’ll go hide. Don’t snitch on me.” She giggled and pointed playfully at them. Both of her friends laughed and nodded.

She ran to the nearest closet and closed the door just in time for the principal door to open.

“Happy birthday, Hyunsukie!” She heard the boys yell.

“Thanks, guys! What’s all of this?”

“Just as a small surprise party for our sweet maknae.” Gon responded.

“Okaaay.” Hyunsuk thought there was something going on since the leader sounded a little bit nervous and sweeter than usual but brushed it off.

“Come sit, we made your favorite.” Seunghun sounded like a mother, which, honestly, was so cute.

Y/n heard footsteps leaving the area she was in. As she heard chairs being dragged, she thought it was time to come out.

She tiptoed her way towards her boyfriend. Four out of five guys knew of her presence and were trying so hard not to laugh or being suspicious.

She put her hands over his eyes making him smile.

“Hyung, what do you think you’re doing?” He laughed.

“It’s not me, Sukie.” Yonghee giggled.

“Oh. Is it…” He touched her hands. “Y/n?” He sounded confused.

“Maaaybe.”

He turned around and when he saw her his face lit up.

“Sweetie!” He got up and hugged her tightly.

“Hi baby, happy birthday.” She had a fond look on her face.

“Thank you, love.” He still held her. “W-what are you doing here? I thought you had that very important project for tomorrow.”

“There was never a project, bubs. I needed time to make your gift” She didn’t reveal what it was. “And did you really think I wasn’t going to be with you on your birthday?”

“I thought it was weird since we always celebrate it together but understood that you were busy.”

“Oh my god, you’re so precious.” He giggled and turned red. Y/n hugged him tighter.

“I have go get your gift but I don’t want to let you go.” The girl spoke as she looked into his eyes with a pout.

“We can cuddle afterwards, love.”

“Okay, I accept.” They laughed softly.

Hyunsuk stopped holding her and she walked to the kitchen and took the cake out of the fridge.

She looked for candles and a lighter. She placed them on the top and lit them.

She returned to the dinning room with the dessert on her hands, a huge smile on her face. And placed it in front of her boyfriend.

They all sang Happy Birthday to the birthday boy while he thought how lucky he was to have that group of people in his life.

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[yong-jelly]

can you please do a headcanon on kisses with bae jinyoung? <3

KISSES WITH BAE JINYOUNG | masterlist

g!n reader x jinyoung

wc: 402

warnings: slightly nsfw!

a/n: aaa my first ever ask! im so giddy rn omg thank u for requesting!

kisses with baejin kisses with baejin... i feel like the kiss really depends on his mood! if he's in a bright and happy mood, his kisses would be super playful. quick pecks on your lips with his hands wrapped around your waist. he'll giggle in between kisses while you have a hand resting on the side of his face. he loves when you stand up on your tippy-toes to reach his lips or you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to meet yours.

if he's stressed or upset about something, he always goes to you. your kisses never fail to help him destress. a quick warning though... when he's stressed, he will show no mercy. he'll pull you into his lap and kiss you so hard, you swear your lips would bruise. nips and bites at your bottom lip and moans quietly into your mouth when you start rolling your hips against him. loves when you fight for dominance but eventually gives him control in the end. he'll run his fingers through your hair and bring you closer to him, just wanting to feel you against his body.

sometimes, on rare occasions, he gets into these super sentimental moods — mostly at night when it's just the two of you, freshly showered and about to go to bed, where he just wants to tell you how much he loves and cares for you — but he can't always find the right words. communication has never been his forte, so he tries to convey all of his emotions through the way he kisses and touches you. his fingers lightly trailing down your side while he kisses you passionately, tongues dancing with each other in the dark of night. he'll grab your face with both hands and kiss you breathless, lips trailing down your neck and across your collarbone with soft, fluttery kisses before making his way back up to kiss the breath out of you again.

i don't think he would be much into pda; not even cheek kisses. but if he's feeling really bold, he'll press a kiss to your forehead while you're waiting in line to order food, or he'll make up for the lack of kisses by holding your hand tightly or wrapping an arm around your waist. he prefers saving the more intimate parts of your relationship like kissing for when you two are alone and can completely indulge in eachother.

[cixthotshit]

i keep thinking about the idea of jinyoung being really into edging and overstimulation he would be so into it and he’s edge his partner and then once they finally cum he’d overstimulate them <333 i need someone to write something for that

I didn't proofread this well. I literally read this, brainrotted, and wrote this when I finally had time. I hope this is what you wanted nonny 😭 tysm for the request. can't guarantee I can fulfill requests fast, but pls!! I don't mind answering hard or soft thoughts/asks. My asks are always open.

Reunion

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

18+ Only!!! Minors DNI!!!!! Fiction, not real!!

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/ PWP, Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering (F Receiving), Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Impact Play, Squirting

    The front door was unlocked. You roll your eyes, knowing full well it was your boyfriend’s carelessness. Kicking your shoes off, you slam the door shut. Clicking the locks into place, you’re assured that your home is secure.

    “BaeBae!” you shout. Running up the stairs, fingers gliding against the polished wooden railing as you hopped with every step. “How long have you been home?”

    His jet black shone, back facing you from the open balcony he stood on. The familiar broad shoulders, slim waist, perky ass. Your boyfriend’s beautiful body was covered, but the loose knit vest left openings on his arm holes to show off his perfect muscles.

    “I just arrived.” He turned around, standing up straight. Pouty lips, big round eyes. Perfectly sharp jawline. “Hi baby.”

    You rush into his arms. Not a word between you. His giant palms slip over your hips, eyes hooded as you lock gazes.

    He kisses you. So much deeper than he’s ever kissed you before. Your chest feels tight as he sucks the life out of you. Arms pressing you against him, sweet luscious lips firmly against yours.

    Your fingers curl, grasping the soft cotton of his top. His tongue is parting your lips and you breathe in the cool elevated air. He grunts - hips bucking against yours - when you give out an involuntary whine onto his tongue.

    Breaking the kiss, he has one hand on your chin before his forehead rests against yours. His concentrated stare - dark irises locked on you, pouty downward curved lips, stuns you. You’re at a loss for words or thought as you marvel at the beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    Your Beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    “You can’t be this cute when I just wanted to kiss you.” You shut your eyes, fire igniting up your chest as his fingertips trail down the front of your throat. “Do you remember the last time you kept making those noises?”

    His thumb presses at the center of your mouth. His eyes scan your face. Lips, nose, eyes, toward your ears and neck. Back to your lips. Thumb stroking across your bottom lip.

    You had a final morning together before departing for your separate jobs. Weeks ago. He’d pulled you into his arms and kissed you, body over yours.

    The more you tried to get air in to breathe, the harder he kissed. The harder he’d pushed his hips against you. All that was afforded to you was a quick 2 minute fuck.

    But now, you have all evening to be with him. To tease him. To fuck him.

    “I missed you BaeBae.” You suck on his thumb, shutting your eyes.

    “Fuck.” He barely breathes it out. “You’re asking for it.”

    His lips are over yours. The cold metal bars from the gate dig into your back as he presses his body up against you. You hum against his lips when his hand touches your neck, fingers caressing your skin.

    You lose sense of gravity as you yelp. BaeJin has you in his arms, carrying you bridal style back into the flat.

    You groan onto his tongue. His lips are devouring yours as he walks you to the bed, paying no mind to the wild winds slamming the French doors open, balcony curtains flapping loudly.

    “BaeBae.” His warmth is gone as he sets you down on the bed. The curves on his broad shoulders illuminate under the moonlight. Black hair contrasting his milky skin - creating a wavering halo over his head with the glow of the moon behind him. “I missed you. Missed your kisses. Your lovely voice. Your-”

    “-everything.” Hot breath against your lips, he kisses you aggressively. Tongue parting your mouth open. Hand between your legs, his grunts into your mouth before nipping your bottom lip. “I missed you too, babe.”

    His rash disrobing is matched by you. Your fingers unfastening the front zipper to his jeans. His hand up in the air with your panties intertwined between his fingers, other hand palming your tit. Long digits pressing against your sensitive nub.

    “I need you.” His tongue glides back and forth against the front of your throat, tips of his fingers pushing against the folds of your labia. “You’re mine.”

    “Always yours.”

    You gag, two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing against the center of your tongue. Shivers down your shoulder blades. Spine. Bursting heat deep in your core. Warm lips sucking your earlobe.

    “I missed you.” His soft whisper sends chills down your spine, deep into your core. “How much do you want me, babe?”

    “Don’t leave me, Bae.” Your fingers caress his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. Sweet moan into his lips as his strong thrust weighs down on you.

    “Why so formal? Am I just a hookup?”

    His body is gone. Cool air unleashing goosebumps all over your body.

    “BaeBae?” You stand on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His back facing you. “Babe? Did I upset you?”

    You yelp, his hands on your arms. You’re on your back, he’s over you. Lips crashing together, sucking air out of you.

    “Jinyoung! BaeBae! I want you, babe.” His chuckles against you burn you up, his kisses peppering across your chest, down to your tits. “You’re the one who treats me like a hookup. Like a whore.”

    “You like it.”

    Your moans shake the walls. His long fingers trace around your labia, tips drawing small circles into your pubes. Your pussy shakes, cunt growing wet. You want him to ruin your insides, grind on your clit.

    “BaeBae!” You cry. He’s sitting up. Hands pulling you up.

    You’re on your knees, hands planting against the pillows, legs spread out.

    “Need you.” His tip glides over your wet heat. You moan together as he pokes at your entrance. You whimper as his cock slides up against your slit, barely brushing over your throbbing clitoris. “All I think about - you, all day.”

    “BaeJin.” Your hips thrust back as his cock slides against you. You mewl as his tip prods at your cunt. “Jinyoung, I want you.”

    Your hip aches as his grip tightens, nails digging into your flesh. Cock pushing into you. Your parting lips ache, clit writhing as your hot slick pools toward it.

    Both hands on your hips he pounds your ass against his hips. Your insides are being pushed around, stomach full and warming up.

    “My fucking whore-so-fucking-hot.” His pants are growing erratic. Your cries are pathetic, burning up your vocal cords. Ass numbing up like your knees, but your pussy is ecstatic. Sweet ache, ripples of pleasure tighten the coil at your center. “Babe-pussy so good.”

    “Perverted” - you cry out, knees buckling, as he pulls out of you - “BaeBae!”

    “You’re mine,” he says softly, hands massaging your hips, turning you around.

    You kiss, affection growing as he palms your thighs. You moan onto his tongue when his thumbs meet at your clit, pressing up against your sensitive nerves.

    “BaeBae!” One thumb is flicking your wet bundle of nerves, middle finger from his other hand pushing into your wet heat. “I’m going to-”

    “-So fucking needy!” He hisses against your throat. Fingers gone from your throbbing pussy. You yelp, head throwing back as a hard slap against your pussy shoves air out of your lungs. He chuckles, fingers caressing your folds. He slaps you again - your hips buck up hard. “I love your shaking little pussy.”

    You moan, eyes shut tight, fingers intertwined into your own tresses. Two of his fingers are back inside, shallow ruts making your pussy quiver.

    You’re flat on your back, his massive thighs weighing over yours. His beautiful hard rod is sliding into your wet pussy. Shaking hips you thrust against each other.

    Mouth open - taking in erratic breaths - you refuse to be the first to moan. He picks up on your resolve, chuckle at the back of his throat. Hot kisses at your throat.

    His thrusts are hard. Heavy with his powerful hips. Knee planting down on the mattress to lift your thigh up higher.

    “BaeBae!” You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck as he plows into you. Each push cutting you open. Hot tip poking your g-spot. “Cumming!”

    His heavy exhaled breath hits your chin when he pulls out of you. You whine against his lips, the coil at your core loosening away from an orgasm. Eyebrows furrowed, you yelp into his mouth when he pushes his throbbing cock back into your dripping cunt.

    “Not so easy, babe.” Hands keeping your biceps down against the mattress, he’s on his knees - keeping your legs spread wide open. “You’re mine.”

    You cry out, eyes focused on his concentrated face. Teeth biting his bottom lip. Eyebrows furrowed. Scrunched up nose. His thrusts are long. Thick long cock letting your walls feel every motion he makes.

    When your hips buck hard against him, he grips you there. Deep shallow ruts as his balls slap your ass. He’s calling you his fucking whore.

    And with the way you cry out his name - fingers weakly curling against his muscular arms - you are. He needn’t feed you, ask you how you are. He just needed to fuck you into a mindless hole, ready for his use.

    When your center’s coil is ready to break, he pulls out - loosening the pull. Keeping your desperate orgasm so close yet so far away.

    Throbbing cock back into your puffy hole, his hips shake as he sinks balls deep into you. His massive palms glide up your calves, pulling your legs together and over your head.

    “BaeBae!” You gasp. You feel every pulse of his cock rippling through your center, tingling your clit. Your chest feels heavy, making the blood rushing to your head waver your vision. “Fuck!”

    His powerful thrusts shake your entire body. Bottom of your spine prickling as his hips punish your ass. Palms glide down your calves and thighs before pulling your legs apart.

    “BaeBae!”

    Your pussy feels like his cock is slicing you open. Heat at your g-spot like his tip is branding you. Over and Over. His body is over yours, mouth sucking yours.

    You’re silent, tongues fighting to push into each other’s mouths. Hands entangled in each other’s hair. His hips pushing up into yours; yours trying to match his.

    Eyebrows furrowed, your claws hook over his ears as his hands grab your hips. His thrusts are fast, your walls constricting so hard your center’s coil having melted, your insides coming undone.

    Wetness is shooting out of you. Your mind is gone. Your focus is what you feel.

    BaeJin’s teeth grazing against the front of your throat. Your pussy walls squeezing his aching rod. His thrusts continue fast, shallow - strong - against you.

    Stuttering whimpers, you can barely hold onto him. His mouth is sucking on your tit, tongue flicking your nipple. Arms wrapped around your waist, he cums into you - pushes so hard your head is hitting the headboard. Hot tears blinding your vision. Drooling pooling at the corners of your lips.

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

    “BaeBae!”

    His cum is deep inside you. A fever building up as he dumps more hot cum into you. His gravelly groan shakes your chest, teeth clamped down on your tit. Your body is hot. Cum all over your insides.

    The world is spinning. Continual pushes as his cock writhes. Your walls keep constricting. You’re both lost in each other’s kisses. Limbs entangling.

    You whine. A gentle *pop* when he breaks the kiss. The sexy grunt he gives makes your pussy quiver. Fucked out, you remain still as he pulls out, head resting on your sweaty stomach.

    As much as you want to confess your undying love for him, all you can manage is a gentle grin. Eyes shut you fall asleep, feeling his warm muscular arms hold you close to him.

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[minghaoyoudoin]

Restless

pairing: boyfriend!bae jinyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut w/ basically no plot, I have no regrets

words: 3.2k

rating: 18+ only!!! minors begone!!!

warnings: idol!jinyoung, non-idol!reader, sort of switch!jinyoung, sort of switch!reader, cuddling, grinding/dry humping, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, brief mention of Jinyoung overworking himself, unprotected sex (don't be a dumbass, I beg you), jinyoung and y/n are disgustingly in love, use of the pet name "baby", dirty talk, mentions of cum (m&f), multiple orgasms, cockwarming if you squint, aftercare happens after the story!, basically everything I want yes I'm sad

a/n: I wish more people would write for cix, they're simply so talented and my favorite boys in the world. if you like and/or reblog I'll give you a kiss on the mouf !!! please don't hesitate to let me know if you want me to write for other idols, I stan basically every group ever lmao -j

You couldn't focus on the movie.

It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy it—you’d seen Train to Busan enough times that you could recite the script backwards if someone asked. It wasn’t even scary to you anymore, really. But here you were, staring blankly at the screen and worrying a frayed thread on your blanket to the point it was about to snap.

He still wasn’t home.

The clock above the your mounted TV was fancier than pretty much everything else in your apartment. Ridiculous golden spokes jutted out across the wall around its face, the roman numerals in place of traditional numbers gilded in the same hue. You loved it anyway. Maybe it didn’t match the rest of your things, but it was special because you’d chosen it together.

And it currently read 11:45.

You checked the watch on your wrist to verify, but—yes, the stupid clock on the wall was right. Jinyoung was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. You debated calling him again, but if he was caught in a late practice like you thought, he wouldn’t be able to answer anyway.

You didn’t mind his demanding schedule most of the time. But he’d been out of the country touring for the last three months and had only arrived home a week ago. You had both decided that you would spend as much time together as possible before the group began preparing for their comeback in June.

Your reunion had been memorable, certainly. Your cheeks reddened when you unintentionally glanced at the loveseat across from you.

And the kitchen counter. And the hallway. And, since you were reasonable adults, the bedroom.

Surely he was fine. Jinyoung had a tendency to do things like this—work himself too hard, staying in the practice room for as long as it took to perfect whatever choreography he was learning.

Despite your worry, your eyes began to droop of their own accord. You’d been up at six this morning for work, and you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to wait without dozing off. Already you were only catching every third word of the movie.

You cuddled deeper into the couch, pulling the thick wool blanket covering you up to your chin. Bad idea, you mentally reprimanded yourself. Playing with fire. Almost immediately, your fatigue won.

He’ll be home soon…

Jinyoung was tired, but he was even more guilty.

He trudged up the stairs to your apartment and checked his phone, grimacing inwardly when he read 12:15. You were definitely asleep—and probably had been for hours—but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad for not catching you before you went to bed.

He opened the front door carefully, prepared to tip-toe his way through the dark to your shared bedroom, but a lamp was on in the living room. Jinyoung set his bag by the door and rounded the corner.

“Baby?” He called softly. He couldn’t see you over the back of the couch, but the ending credits of Train to Busan were rolling on the TV, the volume barely loud enough to be heard. When Jinyoung finally saw you curled into a tiny ball, barely visible beneath the giant blanket covering you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

He knelt beside the couch, taking care to monitor his movements so they wouldn’t jostle you awake.

God, you looked beautiful when you slept. He’d seen it hundreds of times by now, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. Used to you.

Your hair was fanned across the pillow, your lips gently parted as you breathed. Whatever it was you dreamt of, it caused a small crease of worry to form between your brows. On instinct he reached up and smoothed it away, pleased when your face visibly relaxed.

Jinyoung trailed his hand across your hair, savoring its texture and the warmth of your skin. The delicate arch of your brows, your nose; the curve of your lips as your relaxed breaths blew across his fingertips. You only moved when his hand drifted over your shoulder to your waist. Whatever remorse he might have felt at disturbing your slumber vanished when he saw the smile gracing your lips the moment you opened your eyes.

You knew it was him before you were even fully awake.

His careful movements as he admired you, the weight of his gaze upon your face—no one felt like Jinyoung.

You opened your eyes, pleased to find him crouched next to where you had fallen asleep on the couch. He looked magnificent. Even after a long day of schedules with the boys and the dance practice to end it all, he still looked perfect. The sort of perfect that hurt to look at for too long.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered, returning the smile you knew you were giving him.

“You’re home.” Your voice was heavy with sleep, though a glance at the clock behind his head told you you’d only slept for half an hour.

“I’m home.” He began to move the blanket still laid over you, intending to carry you to bed. You stopped him with a hand on his forearm, enjoying the heat of him and the muscles that flexed beneath your touch.

You lifted the blanket in invitation. “Lay with me.”

Jinyoung’s hesitation lasted less than a second. He removed his shoes and climbed onto the couch beside you, easily slotting his body with yours so your head tucked beneath his chin and your limbs tangled together. He smelled nice—like the soap he kept at the company building for after-practice showers.

You laid like that in comfortable silence, happy to listen to the other’s breathing and savor the proximity. Though you had fallen asleep before, it hadn’t been a deep rest—you never seemed to sleep as well without him, recently.

But now your body was near-humming with contentment. He’s home, he’s home, he’s home, repeating over and over in a warm mantra through your mind.

You shifted against him, your hand moving to lay beneath his shirt. Jinyoung’s skin was soft against your own, his toned stomach rising and falling under your palm. You loved this feeling—this closeness to him that was only for you to experience. He was sensitive about most people touching him, but during your time together he had grown to accept your touch as easily as if it were breathing.

He shifted then, just barely, and his leg that was slotted between your thighs moved higher.

And just like that, you were awake.

Your body always seemed to be hyper-aware when it came to Jinyoung, and apparently tonight was no exception.

He didn’t seem to notice the hard left your thoughts had taken. His arms, still wrapped snugly around your waist, flexed slightly as he pulled you closer. The movement unwittingly pushed your hips further down onto his thigh, and you couldn’t help the small gasp that passed your parted lips.

Jinyoung froze. Even his breathing momentarily ceased as he processed the sound.

He pulled away from you, gently craning his head back so he could look into your eyes. Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to look away.

“Oh, I see.” Jinyoung said quietly. His fingers flexed against the base of your spine. “What is it you’re thinking about?”

You trailed your fingertips across his ribs, tracing small shapes over the skin there.

“You.”

Jinyoung smiled, and goddamn if the sight didn’t take your breath away. “Me?”

You nodded, your hand moving lower until your fingertips grazed the waistband of his sweatpants. His arms around you tensed, pushing your clothed core firmly onto his muscled thigh. His soft smile widened at your sharp intake of breath.

“What about me?”

You knew why he asked. Jinyoung got a special sort of pleasure from the fact you had trouble voicing your desires aloud. He liked pushing you until you had no choice but to vocalize whatever dirty fantasy was on your mind.

And maybe you were still a little tired, because you encountered no mental block now as you said bluntly, “You. Inside me.”

Jinyoung groaned low in his throat, obviously as taken aback by your admission as you were. His hips moved involuntarily, pressing firmly into your lower stomach as he sought some sort of friction. He was already half-hard, a fact which gave you no small amount of satisfaction.

You might have been hopelessly infatuated with him, but he was just as affected by you.

He lowered his head until his face was hidden by your hair. He pressed light, open-mouthed kisses to the column of your neck, rocking his hips gently against yours. You responded in kind, matching the rhythm he created as you ground yourself a little harder against him.

Your mouth dried as your breathing shallowed, each breath unable to get quite the right amount of oxygen to your brain. It was too good. Already, it was too good and you hadn’t even truly touched one another yet.

Jinyoung’s hand found its way beneath your sweater and he made an approving sound at the discovery that you weren’t wearing a bra. His agile fingers found your peaked nipple with ease, expertly kneading your breast in a way that had your hips moving with more urgency against his thigh.

You didn’t bother to contain the breathy moans that rasped up your throat. You knew that hearing the sounds you made—and only for him—spurred him on.

He was fully erect against your stomach now, his cock straining against his sweatpants as it moved against you. Your arm against the couch found its way beneath his shirt until your hand rested in the center of his chest, your other one traveling down until you gripped his ass, holding him close to you as he moved.

You were close. Too fast, you were close. You pinched his hip in a signal to stop, which he immediately obeyed. He once again pulled his head back to look at you, though now his eyes were hooded and glazed with lust.

Oh, you were going to jump his bones.

“Please, baby,” you breathed, your voice raw. “I need you. Now.”

Jinyoung pressed hasty, desperate kisses to your jaw, your throat, your lips. “Where do you want me?”

You didn’t have to think. You’d been daydreaming about it all day. “My mouth.”

Jinyoung moaned against your skin. “Yes. God, yes.”

He pulled you up with him into a sitting position, still working that beautiful mouth against your throat. It took him a moment to convince himself to release you long enough so you could get on the floor between his legs.

This was a sight you loved more than almost anything else. Jinyoung’s hair, so much longer now than it had been when you started dating, was disheveled, framing his face in a way that screamed of sex. He gazed down at you with an expression that battled lust and adoration, and he brushed your hair out of your eyes with a tenderness that broke your heart.

His fingers lightly grasped the neckline of your sweater. “This. Take it off.”

You didn’t argue. You just grabbed the hem and tugged it over your head, pleased by the low whimper that escaped Jinyoung’s throat at the sight of your breasts. He massaged one, then the other, leaning forward just enough to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair, and you lightly tugged at the roots before pulling his face away.

He leaned back against the couch and lifted his hips to help you shimmy his sweatpants down his legs. Your mouth watered when his cock sprang free, impossibly hard and an angry red as it landed on his stomach. Beads of precum were already beading at the tip, and you decided then that you couldn’t wait anymore. You had to taste him.

You dragged your tongue from base to tip, immediately gratified by the way his hips bucked upwards. His hand fisted into your hair, holding it away from your face as your tongue circled his tip once, twice, before you took the head of his cock into your mouth.

“Ah, god…” Jinyoung’s voice was deep and rough, and you felt a blossom of heat low in your stomach. “Just like that. You’re incredible—”

His words cut off into a moan when you took him fully into your mouth, only able to get three-fourths of the way down his length before he hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head, fueled by the sounds he made in response to your ministrations. Your nails dug into his thighs, leaving small crescents like constellations across his skin.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up—oh my god,” Jinyoung kicked his head back when you swallowed around him. His balls spasmed beneath your hand while the other worked his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. You swallowed again, gag reflex be damned.

“Gonna—Ah, I’m gonna—” Without warning, Jinyoung pushed you off of him. You barely had time to blink before you were on your back on the couch, Jinyoung’s hands pressing your wrists into the cushions beside your head.

His mouth immediately found your breasts with the fervor of a starving man at a feast, drawing moans from deep within your chest.

“You think I’ll come without you?” He said against your skin, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth for emphasis. “Not a chance in hell, baby.”

He had your pajama shorts and his own shirt off in three seconds flat. He nestled himself between your thighs, his fingers massaging the pillowy skin there as his broad shoulders held your legs apart.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed as he stared in awe at the slickness between your legs, apparently savoring the sight before he decided to taste.

But after what had to be a good twenty seconds, you were sick of it. You squirmed, pushing your hips toward his parted lips.

“Please, Jinyoung—” Your plea hadn’t even finished sounding when he at last parted you with his tongue, his lips immediately closing around your clit. You sighed heavily, the breath whooshing from your chest at some of the pressure between your legs finally easing.

If there was one thing your boyfriend was an expert at, it was this. Your back arched off the couch as two of his fingers followed his mouth, gathering some of your arousal onto his fingertips before roughly pushing into you. Jinyoung’s mouth worked sinfully, sucking and kissing and grazing his teeth along your clit while his fingers curled inside you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He pulled his fingers out nearly all the way before ramming them back in at an angle. “Can’t get enough of you.” Jinyoung’s voice was nearly a growl.

You were a quivering mess in less than a minute. You rocked your hips in time with the movement of his fingers. One of his arms slung across your lower stomach, less to halt your movements and more to maintain as much physical contact as possible.

“Jinyoung, I’m—I’m—” You gasped out, your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes. Yes, come on my tongue, please.” He moaned against you, and you were gone. Your orgasm shattered through you at the speed of light, your walls clenching over and over again around his fingers as he worked you through it. Your hips rolled against his mouth and he happily accepted, his tongue moving slower now as you came down from your high.

At last, you opened your eyes. The sight of Jinyoung between your thighs, his lips slick with you, nearly sent you over the edge again.

He crawled up your body with impossible grace, his hips settling between your thighs as you reached up to take his face between your hands.

“Still with me?” He whispered against your mouth. You dragged your tongue along his bottom lip in response and locked your legs at the ankles around his waist. You still felt lightheaded in the wake of your orgasm, but god. You needed more, more, more. That’s how it always was with Jinyoung.

You shifted to help him line up his cock with your entrance, and you both gasped as the head fitted itself into you. And then he pushed in, and in, and the stretch was so glorious you thought you might just die then and there.

“You always take me so well,” Jinyoung groaned and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple as, at last, his hips were flush with yours. He pulled out to the head before thrusting in again, and your body jolted beneath his when his cock hit your g-spot.

He repeated this again, and again, and again, until you took his chin in a hand and kissed him fiercely. Enough playing, it said. Fuck me senseless.

Whatever leash Jinyoung held on himself snapped. He slammed into you repeatedly, mercilessly, your whimpers broken by his skin colliding with yours.

You both panted in time with his movements, your hips lifting to meet his stroke for stroke. Jinyoung’s head fell into the crook of your shoulder and your nails dug into his biceps hard enough to leave marks. He didn’t seem to mind—he moaned senseless praises against your skin, switching between kissing and biting the muscle at the base of your neck.

There was no feeling like this. No feeling like being completely filled by the man you loved, his body so perfectly formed for yours that the head of his cock hit that incredible spot inside you with ease.

You rose together, higher and higher until you were whimpering messes that existed only in this moment, only for each other.

“I’m—Jinyoung—god, baby, I’m coming—”

“Yes, yes. Need to feel you—ah—come on my cock. Please, please—”

This orgasm was different from the last. Where before you were lightning, streaking with reckless abandon across the sky, now you were a tsunami. A wave of pleasure crashed over you from within, the fire beginning from so deep inside you that you didn’t know where it ended and you began.

You clenched around him so tightly that he had trouble keeping up his thrusts.

“Oh my god—” Jinyoung gasped against you. Distantly, you felt his teeth bite gently on your collarbone in an effort to stifle his moans. His hips stuttered and slowed, and you felt the gushing warmth of his release as he finished inside you. “Thank you, thank you—god, I love you so much.”

Jinyoung stilled but didn’t remove himself from your body. Instead, you were both content to lay entangled like this, still impossibly close and drowning in the warmth of your bodies.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Jinyoung lifted his head from your shoulder and pressed a tender kiss to your swollen lips.

“I love you,” you whispered, so softly that your words were barely a breath of air moving.

Jinyoung smiled and you brushed his hair from his eyes, scratching his scalp gently with your fingernails.

“One of these days, I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

You both laughed, though you knew within your own minds that his declaration was true, and just basked in the gentle peace glowing around you.

One of these days, you were going to say yes.

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[seoulwhat]

Neptune (#16)

Summary: After your dog runs away not once, but twice, is it really fate that you meet the same man during both times?

Pairings: Jinyoung x reader

Genre: FLUFF

Warnings: mentioning death of pet

Word Count: 2k

Having a large breed of a dog for a few years really takes its toll on the orthopedic bed you bought for Neptune when she reached the age of 3. She was now 6 and her bones often cracked and creaked every time she stood up from her bed, indicating how flat her bed was becoming. You knew Neptune’s favorite thing to do was go shopping for new things at the pet store. And that’s what you did with her. You helped her get into the backseat of your car and off the two of you went.

You approached the pet store and instantly Neptune’s golden tail began to wag with excitement. Her paws began to prance in the back of your car, and you were so happy to see her happy. You hooked the leash onto her pretty indigo collar and helped her jump out of your car. When the two of you walked in, you led her to the beds and allowed her to pick her favorite color. Her last bed was orange but this time, she was feeling baby blue. You bent over to get the bed from the lowest shelf and at the same time, managed to accidently drop her leash. She saw what happened and instantly zoomed away from your side. In a panic, you ran after her, the large bed still in your grasp. You saw Neptune run down the aisle and right when you thought you caught up to her, she ran down another aisle.

Now huffing and puffing in fear of her being attacked by someone else’s dog or possibly being kicked out of the store, you tried running as fast as you could. Calling out her name crossed your mind, but it would just bring more attention to what was going on. You decided to drop the bed and run for her, seeing her go down the reptile aisle. She came to a stop as she saw a man looking at a tank with a snake inside.

“Neptune!” You yelled for her. She turned to look back at you but continued toward the man anyway. The man looked towards you and then saw Neptune going towards him. With a large smile on his face, he bent down at eye level with Neptune and allowed her to sniff him. Her fluffy tail began to wag, the fastest you had ever seen it move.

You finally approached the man and Neptune, completely out of breath. “I’m so sorry. I accidently let go of her leash and she ran.”

The man looked up at you, his eyes gleamed in the light that lit up the store. He had very soft features yet prominent at the same time. His raven black hair shined as he ran his hand through it, allowing his bangs to fluff perfectly around his forehead. He gave you a large grin as he continued to pet Neptune.

“It’s okay. I used to have a golden retriever myself. I love this breed,” he said as he got up and handed you the leash. You took the leash from his hand, accidently grazing the soft skin from his hands. You became intrigued as he took a glance at the white snake inside the tank.

“Are you buying a snake?” You asked curiously.

He nodded. “I am. I have a few at home and I saw this one when I came to buy a bigger tank.”

He continued looking at the snake in a daze and that allowed you to look at the man closer. He was insanely beautiful, almost pretty. He was wearing a black knit sweater that looked slightly big as it covered his knuckles. It was tucked inside his pants which were a light brown and ironed down smoothly that not a single wrinkle was shown. He wore sleek black loafers, almost as black as his hair. All in all, he did not look like the type of person that would own snakes.

He looked back at you, and you quickly looked away at the snake that he wanted, making him laugh through his nose.

“I’m Jinyoung by the way.”

His introduction made you look back at him with a smile. “I’m Y/n and this is Neptune.”

He raised his brows at Neptune’s name. “Neptune? That’s such a pretty name for her.”

“Thank you. I name her after my favorite planet,” you said.

“Oh, so you’re a space girl. You don’t really look like one,” he commented.

You furrowed your brows and laughed. “Whatever that looks like. You don’t look like a snake person.”

He smiled, his grin not fully reaching his eyes. “I wasn’t. Until I lost my pup last year. He was my baby, looked exactly like Neptune,” he said as he looked down at Neptune with sad eyes.

Not pushing any further, you decided to end the conversation. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m sure your snakes have been making you happy with the way you were looking at this one,” you said looking at the little white snake in the tank. “But Neptune and I have to go though. We have to be home before dark because I can’t see when I drive at night.”

“Oh, go ahead! I’m sorry if I was keeping you with my sob story,” he said laughing it off.

You and Neptune slowly walked away, allowing Jinyoung enough time to see her one last time before the two of you turned down another aisle, got the dog bed, and left.

;;

The next day, you saw the sun peeking out from behind the morning clouds. The sun felt warm, and you knew it was going to be a beautiful day. You turned in your bed, seeing Neptune’s face next to yours, lightly snoring her morning away. Yeah, she had her own bed but we both knew her bed was for her own privacy and alone time when she wanted it.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you whispered. She didn’t move except a little wiggle from her nose.

You tried again. “Neptune, do you want to go for a walk?”

Her eyes shot open, ears perked up, and you can see her tail wagging from underneath the blanket. You gave her a smile and kissed her forehead and she got out of your bed before you did. She made her way out of the doggy door as you got yourself ready to take her for a walk. It was still slightly chilly as the weather transitioned from winter to spring, so you pulled a gray hoodie over your head and put on a pair of soft leggings. You combed your hair back and put it in a ponytail, doing your best to put your baby hairs down. You called out to Neptune, and she happily came when you called her. She knew the routine for every morning. You always brushed her teeth and then brushed her fur. It did take a while, but she was your baby, and you were willing to do anything for her, no matter the time. By the time you two were officially done, she followed you to the front door where you began putting your shoes on. You put on a cute and warm sweater over her body and got her leash. You hooked it onto her collar and began the walk from your house.

You always took the same route from your house when you walked Neptune. The two of you always walked to the city’s largest park which was only a few minutes away. It was a very popular park that became an easy way to socialize Neptune with people and other animals. As you approached the park, there seemed to be more people than usual. It looked like there was some type of event happening. It made you and Neptune more curious. The two of you walked over to see what it was, seeing different types of booths open and people offering their talents for money. Apparently, it was a little festival to celebrate the first day of spring.

You continued to walk around for a few more minutes and you got a little tired from walking. You approached a bench and sat down, Neptune sitting at your feet. The two of you calmly watched as people and their animals and children walked by, some giving attention to Neptune and some passing right by. A family, consisting of the two parents and two children, passed by Neptune, failing to ignore her. Neptune noticed that she caught their attention and began wagging her tail.

“Can we pet her?” the family asked. With a large smile, you nodded. Neptune stood up as the children approached her and with large smiles, the children gently rubbed her head and back. You stood up next to her, letting her know you were next to her to help her feel secure. When you looked down at her, you noticed that your shoelace was undone. You bent down on one knee and began tying your shoe, not noticing that the children instantly ran away. Thinking the children were playing with her, Neptune pulled on the leash to run with the kids and your grip on the leash broke. The same fear from the day before ran through your body. You yelled for Neptune but when she realized that you were no longer holding the leash, she bolted, running for the other side of the park.

“Neptune!” You screamed in a panic. You ran after her, not caring about whether you looked insane chasing after a dog that was easily outrunning you. It was more dangerous for her to run free in the public than it was to run at the store, which is why you were more afraid of something bad happening.

You continued to scream for her name as she zigzagged in and around people, dodging those that were trying to help you catch her. Out in the distance, behind a crowd of people, you saw her slow down near a food cart. You ran up to her, feeling a sense of relief. She was staring and begging at someone’s feet as they ordered a hot dog.

“And I’ll take a hot dog without a bun, for the dog,” you heard them say.

“Neptune!” you yelled out to her. She glanced at you but continued to ignore you as the man next to her handed her a hotdog. He looked up at you and that’s when the two of you recognized each other. You grabbed Neptune’s leash as she finished the hot dog and then you looked up at the man.

“So, we meet again. Jinyoung, right?”

“That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Y/n and Neptune, right?”

You nodded with a smile and wiped the bead of sweat that was forming on your upper lip. You backed away from the crowded food cart and Jinyoung followed.

“I’m thinking you need to hook the leash onto your belt loop or something,” he suggested as he bit into his hot dog.

“I promise you, this has never happened. Well, other than before yesterday, it has never happened,” you told him as you sat on a nearby bench to catch your breath.

“Must be fate then,” he laughed, finishing his hot dog.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Well,” he said, tossing his wrapper in the trash, “the only time Neptune has run free were on the days you met me.”

You looked up at him and the two of you laughed. “Yeah, maybe it is fate. I mean, we’re practically matching,” you said as you pointed out his grey hoodie and black jeans.

“Do you like snakes?” he asked you out of the blue. You thought it was an odd question, but you knew he was a snake guy, so you answered anyway.

“I can’t say I don’t like them. Why?”

“Would you like to have a date at my house? I can cook for the two of us and you can bring Neptune over as well.”

You felt yourself blush, but it didn’t make you feel so embarrassed when you saw a pink tint cover both of his cheeks.

“Okay, as long as you cook for Neptune as well,” you said patting her on the head. Jinyoung reached to rub her head and smiled.

“Of course, I’ll cook for her too.”

[seunghunney]

boyfriend jinyoung

pairing: jinyoung x reader

requested: yes prompt- ‘boyfriend jinyoung as a bulletpoint scenario’

words: 330

masterlist

boyfriend jinyoung would include:

didn’t realise he was crushing on you until you had a date w someone else... cue jealous jinyoung

when he asked you out he was very nervous, stuttering over his words. it was so endearing you let him out of his misery and said yes

your first date was perfect, he took you on a stroll around your local park and then took you to the cafe he knew you loved.

dates w him are the cutest and minimal, trips to the museums, trips to the cafe, spontaneous dates to the beach. whenever you spent time with him, you slowly let yourself fall in love with every bit of him.

instantly knows when something’s wrong. knows how to make you feel better with your favourite ice cream and your favourite movie.

there’s nights where his insecurities get the better of him, you hold him tight whilst he tells you what’s on his mind. you promise to always be there for him and you’ll love him no matter what.

biggest FLIRT ever

‘y/n’

‘hmm?’

‘you know what would look good on me?’

‘wha’

‘you’

cue a blush erupting on your face and jinyoung teasing you even more

petty fights, stupid things are said to one another but the next day there’s soft apologies muttered and sweet i love you’s, peppering each other’s faces with kisses and cuddling.

often talks about you a lot to his friends, cue seunghun, hyunsuk, byounggon and yonghee being tired of listening to jinyoung rant abt ‘how pretty y/n’s eyes are, how breathtaking their smile is’ for the 100th time

loves to spoil you with random gifts. you’ll find flowers adorning your room every other day, you’ll find your favourite food in your kitchen after a super long day.

never fails to tell you how much he loves you every night whilst cuddling you.

you wouldn’t wish for a better boyfriend than jinyoung.

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “project: make it happen” [w1: baejin]

genre: FLUFF + high school concept

ficstyle: bulletpoints

anon asked: “ could u pls do a high school scenario w/ baejin when u (the reader) gets paired with him for a school project ?? thank uuuuu”

note: SORRY I’VE BEEN M.I.A. I was at a friend’s place without my laptop but I AM BACK // featuring DAY6 Wonpil // hope you like it~

there was a pretty flower boy at your school, Bae Jinyoung

but he was just your daily eye candy

(there’s no way he’d fall for someone like me...)

so you never went out of your way to get to know him, even though he’s in your class

and he had sooo many fangirls

it would’ve been a dangerous and risky thing to get to know him out of the blue

this morning; everything was going the way it usually does

you walked into class; usually the first one in class

but today, you’ve saw Jinyoung in the room first

he looks up at you, “good morning, y/n”

you quickly lowered your head and bowed as you made your way to your seat

“good morning, Jinyoung..”

it’s not a surprise that everyone knows his name, but that he knows yours

you both were listening to nature’s concert as people slowly made their way into class

“GOOD MORNING JINYOUNG!!”

“MORNING BAEJIN, DID YOU SLEEP WELL?”

he was bombarded by morning greetings from fellow female classmates

Jinyoung just smiled as quietly replied to them

(I don’t know how he does that.. I would be annoyed as hell)

during class, as the teacher was assigning partners; you could barely focus on class because of all the whispering of Jinyoung

“he looks so good today”

“don’t we have a partner project to do? I hope we get paired together..”

every time a girl was paired with someone other than Jinyoung, they would loudly sigh in despair

you were getting sick of it but you didn’t want to cause a scene

you just wanted to pass high school

“Jinyoung and y/n”

all the girls turned to look at you at the same time

it sent shivers down your spine

you slowly raised your hand, “can we switch partners?”

the teacher looked at you funny

you were usually a quiet student who works well with others

“do you have a problem with Jinyoung?”

you lowered your hand and fiddled with your pencil

“no...bu-”

“did I do something to offend you?” Jinyoung softly asked 

“no..”

“then I don’t see any problem, do you Jinyoung?” the teacher gestured to the both of you

he shook his head as he showcased a soft smile

(y/n.. this is where all the girls gang up on you and they leave you to die in a ditch)

you turned to face the window as your silently bit your lips 

(WHY ME DAMN IT)

after class, you tried to scurry off to eat lunch with your childhood friend, Wonpil

you were stopped by a couple of girls when you got to the door

“hey switch partners with me”

you were about to say “GO AHEAD TAKE HIM.. I CHERISH MY LIFE OVER A BOY ANY DAY”

but Jinyoung walked over

“I don’t want to switch partners”

all the girls looked up at him in awe and embarrassment 

you quietly moved around them and ran away

leaving Jinyoung standing there without having saying anything else

he clenched his fists slightly as he shoved them in his pocket and went back to his seat

“wait so what’s the problem with Jinyoung?” Wonpil asked as he wiped your mouth with his handkerchief 

“his popularity.. I was attacked by his fans and I don’t want to deal with them.. I didn’t go to school to look at boys..”

“I would be scared for his fans to be honest..but...”

he nods, “but you know it’s not a bad thing to fall in love..”

you sternly looked at him

“me? falling in love? that’s news to the world..”

but deep down inside you thought (I’ve been admitting that he’s good looking..but do I actually like him?)

“regardless of whoever, I support it” Wonpil nods as he crosses his arms

“it’s you” you joked

he gasps, “I take that back”

LUNCH WAS OVER

so you walked back to class

“trying to flirt with Jinyoung while talking to another guy? you’re the lowest of low..” one of your classmates and her clique came up to you

you sighed as you looked at your shoes and then her face

“what makes you think I’m flirting with Jinyoung? and just because I “talk” to a guy doesn’t mean I’m “with” him either.. stop assuming things and act your age..” 

you walked past them but the “leader” pulled your arm back 

causing you to stumble back in front of them

“because I know you come to class early to have personal time with Jinyoung.. in fact you probably used money to bribe the teacher so you could pair up with Jinyoung..”

you sarcastically let out an empty scoff 

yes, you were the child of CEO of car company

yes, you had lots of money

but you wanted to strive making it to the top without your father’s money

you push her back with a finger; harshly to the point that she fell back on her friends

“watch what you say.. unlike you.. I don’t go to school to eye-goggle at boys..that’s not going to pay the bills..”

you saw her getting back up and gave out a whiny shriek

her friends started to fix her uniform and hair 

that girl was also a child of a big corp. (not as big as your father’s company though) so she was the epitome of a spoiled rich kid

she was charging at you; you were getting ready to fight

she raises your hand at you

CLASP

before you could block her hand

Jinyoung’s grasp on her made a little squirmish since it sounded like it hurted

“y/n didn’t do anything.. she even tried to change partners.. you were there.. I wanted to be her partner.. so I without change, I will be her partner..”

he let go of her arm and left a red hand print on her

she didn’t say anything but cried as she ran back into class; her friends followed after

you nodded at him, “thanks”

“no problem.. can’t ruin your transcript for a petty fight like this..”

you pulled your lips into a straight-lined smile and you raised your brows, “no kidding”

you were about to walk back into class

but seeing as though, Jinyoung’s talk wasn’t enough

the girl placed a chalkboard eraser wedged between the doors

Jinyoung saw it and came over to envelop himself over you

PLOP

it fell onto his hair and uniform

you were surprised the many things that happened in that short of a time frame

Jinyoung looks at you, “did it get on you?

you shook your head as you dusted some chalk off of his bangs

he stormed over to the culprit, the rich girl because obviously she had chalk all over her skirt and shoulder

“you..better leave y/n alone or else...” he glared at her

Jinyoung then came back to take your hand and led you to your desk

making sure that there weren’t any other tricks up her sleeves

Jinyoung was about to turn around to go back to his seat

“hey...thanks.. a lot..”

he turns around with a smile, “no problem..could I... could I get your number?”

this was probably everyone’s first time Jinyoung going out of his way to talk to a girl

and asking for their number

“uh sure...”

AFTER THAT DAY

you guys constantly went out to get your projects done

Wonpil called it “dates”

“I beg to differ” you’d tell him

“I’m calling this “Project: Make it Happen” you and Jinyoung are already the talk of the school so might as well” Wonpil states

but if you really thought about it... why would you guys work on your projects at a crepe shop? and talk about your aspirations in life?

(nah...it’s not a date...right?)

you began to get sick and you told Jinyoung to work on his project on his own for the time being

DING DONG

your housekeeper opened the door and started to blush

“uh.. miss/mr. y/n...your boyfriend it here~”

“HE ISN’T MY BOY (insert wheezing cough) MY BOYFRIEND!!”

you trotted downstairs

“what are you doing here.. I’m sick... I don’t want to get you sick”

Jinyoung smiled

“it’s a partner project..how can I work on it by myself..”

you were slightly flushed but you blamed the sickness for it

you gestured him to your room

“make sure you keep the door open~” your housekeeper dashed into the kitchen for tea and snacks

“I SWEAR TO (cough cough)..”

Jinyoung pats you on your back

“are you okay?”

you pulled your hood over your face

“I t-told you I’m sick..”

you both sat down at the coffee table in the middle of your room

“your house is big...” 

he looks around

you usually kept to yourself and were fairly mature so it took him by surprise to see lots of bright cars and concert posters on your walls

but he kept that to himself

you both quietly worked on the project together

“hey y/n isn’t this reversed?”

he leans over to you, with his arm pointing to problem around your shoulders

you kinda moved back as you looked at him and the papers

before you could say anything

“AHCHOOO”

you sneezed onto his face

“OH SHIT I’M SO SORRY!”

you were wiping his face with your sleeve and he was just laughing

(I’ve always seen him smile but this was the first time.. I’ve ever seen him laugh...it’s...cute)

“now I’m gonna get sick.. so we can be the sick duo together ahahhahahaha get it? sick duo?”

he was laughing a little too hard at his joke but you couldn’t help but laugh

you both went back to work 

Jinyoung catches you being drowsy and he guided your head to his shoulder

he leans back, using his arms to hold him up as you were snoring softly on his shoulder/chest

your housekeeper walks in and gasps

(THIS IS SO CUTE) she thinks to herself

Jinyoung brings his finger to his lips and she nods and placed the tray of tea and snacks on the table

about 20 minutes later

you woke up 

“hey there sleepy head”

you looked up and your face was so close to him 

out of surprised, you headbutted into his chin

“DAMMIT I’M SORRY AGAIN”

he just laughs

“you’re actually pretty ditzy... it’s cute...”

that brought you to look at him

“wh-what?”

he looks at you with his hand rubbing his chin

“you’re cute.. you’ve always been...I was..I was just not confident to approach you... so ..I was glad that you’re my partner for this project...” 

he lowers his hand and rubs the back of his neck 

“so like.. even after this project...can we still be partners??”

“wait..what?”

Jinyoung takes a deep breath and looks at you

“will you be my boy/girlfriend?”

you quickly lowered your head to “cough” 

you were in lots of shock

(he’s been noticing me before the project?)

you nodded without making eye contact with him

“ye-yeah..”

he pats your head and lets out a sigh of relief

“I don’t know what I’ve would’ve done if you said no...”

THE NEXT DAY // PRESENTATION DAY

you and Jinyoung both executed the project perfectly; within time limits and project visuals on point

after the project, everyone would’ve thought that you and Jinyoung wouldn’t talk to each other anymore

but they noticed your guys eating lunch together and holding hands

Wonpil sends you a text

“project; it happened” 

(,:

END

[masterlist + guidelines]

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[pr0dbeomgyu]

BLURRY LINES

PAIRING :

roommate!kang taehyun x fem!reader

GENRE :

fluff, angst, crack(?)

WARNINGS :

curse words, bad & suggestive jokes

SYNOPSIS :

if there's anything y/n's good at, it's differentiating her feelings between love or hate. it's so distinct, she really doesn't get it when people say they have mixed feelings about something, cause to her, love is LOVE and hate is, well... HATE. LOVE is like her feelings for prodsputnik, an anonymous soundcloud artist she adores which she may or may not have a stan account for. HATE is like her feelings towards her roommate, kang taehyun. she even claimed that researchers are bullshitting when they say there's a thin line between hate and love. but what if y/n figures out that prodsputnik and kang taehyun is the same person? will the line between love and hate stay thick and clear as fuck (y/n's words) to y/n or will it get blurry?

STATUS :

completed

START :

Sept 23, 2021

END :

Jan 23, 2022

TAGLIST: CLOSED

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[beom1e]

love is (not) easy masterlist

summary between commitment issues and your busy college student life, you just didn’t have time to bring another person into your routine. that’s why you had soobin, your secret not-boyfriend, but you were always no good at keeping secrets. now your two best friends are working to figure out who the secret boy is.

pairing choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x gn! reader

genre social media au, fluff, angst, humour, college au, ex boyfriend! yeonjun, lover! soobin, childhood bff! beomgyu

warnings cursing, alcohol, empty threats, mentions of sex, innuendos, details of kissing

profiles

#01 — just me nd tyunning

#02 — landed in seoul

chapters

#00 — preview

#01 — a car never hurt anyone

#02 — your daegu boy

#03 — arrest me now, officer

#04 — hop in the back

#05 — cross him off the list

#06 — growing to love

#07 — but #yolo

#08 — goodnight secret twitter

#09 — sitting alone in loserville

#10 — sherlock holmes

#11 — well Ouch

#12 — vicious cycle

#13 — this is a democracy

#14 — held you back

#15 — shady comebacks

#16 — oh so monogamous

#17 — hello friends

#18 — vulnerability and kissing

#19 — loverboy

#20 — side characters

#21 — loveD?

#22 — so much damage

#23 — two to go

#24 — i’m yours

#25 — losing you

#26 — neon green

#27 — a new Trio

#28 — team soobin t-shirts

#29 — reality shifter era

#30 — our song

#31 — one tiny little lie

#32 — bottom of the list

#33 — one of those days

#34 — strong ass beomgyu sprite

#35 — #aimed

#36 — language, my angel

#37 — pov: you’re my meow meow

#38 — brain hurty

#39 — boy who can’t drive

#40 — la douleur exquise

#41 — stayc was right

#42 — wild friday night

#43 — beomgyu fans SNU

#44 — sick cruel evil person

#45 — pick me

#46 — terrible romcoms

#47 — do this more often

#48 — friends share everything

#49 — connecting dots

#50 — hate to be a snitch

#51 — boyfriend? congrats!

#52 — my little intern

#53 — epilogue

alternate endings one, two

status complete

tomorrow x together choi line social media au / smau. will include written chapters as well as social media screenshots. warnings will be added to the masterlist and at the start of each chapter, so make sure to read them.

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[scintillasofbeomgyu]

ꐑ texts with roomie!taehyun

pairing: kang taehyun x reader. genres: text au, crack, fluff, roommate au. warnings: knives mentioned, death elluded to as a joke, food mentioned, looney bin mentioned as a joke, cursing. an: smth i made to get on mina’s nerves and actually enjoyed (act surprised)

general taglist: @oifelixcmerebrou @00-baejin-05 @chaoticdreaminisode @luvrjn @todorokiskitten @acciomylove @vantxx95 @bambisgirl @soobin-chois @yoonzinoswife (send an ask to be added!)

[cixthotshit]

A Cup of Rose Americano

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Poor Girl/Rich Boy, Coffee Shop/Gangster AU (IDEK how I got here, just go with it)

Summary: There's more than meets the eye with every person, including Bae Jinyoung, the world's finest barista at Personal Barista Cafe

Word count: 4.7k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With Some Plot, Kissing, Mirror Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a fluffy Coffee Shop AU but NGL something else has been preoccupying my mind and the world building to this fic kind of went off the rails and transformed into a completely different story. Enjoy this smut, readers! I really want to explore this world a lot more but IDK if I can commit to anything beyond this RN. So please, please enjoy this! Sorry in advance for mistakes! I don't always catch everything when I proofread.

I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

"Really, it'll be a...new coffee experience," Hyeon assured Sandy. She handed Sandy a green card. It felt like an expensive platinum credit card, the card made of metal, feeling heavy and cold in her hand. "All you have to do is fill out a survey after you get your free coffee. Once you make it inside, hand the card over to your barista."

"Aren't you supposed to find actual volunteers?" Sandy asked, looking at the shiny card. The only thing on the card was the name of the new test cafe, PB Cafe.

“Trust me,” Hyeon said with a grin. “You’ve never had coffee like this. This is free, too. You’re going to say no to free coffee? And I swear, this is really me saying it, their coffee is really good.”

“Fine, thanks for the free coffee.”

“Enjoy!” Hyeon turned her back to Sandy, most likely scanning for potential test subjects for her new marketing event. Being her best friend, Sandy was always her first test subject. She didn’t know if Hyeon’s bosses approved of her taking advantage of all the free stuff she was receiving.

Sandy walked over to a shop that was setup at the southwest corner of a 3 story building. The walls were white and the windows were covered by white curtains. “PB Cafe” was written in black on the front door, though there were no door handles. Standing in front of the door, Sandy noticed a black square pad beside the right side of the door. She pressed the green card to the black pad and jumped slightly as the glass door slid open. A short piano tune played, sounding old but familiar, reminding her of old Hollywood movies from the mid-20th Century.

Tentatively, she stepped in. Walking past the white curtains, she found herself inside a small room. At the back end of the room was a small bar with one wooden chair in front of it. It only took her 4 steps to reach the chair, so she pulled it out and sat down. The wall behind the bar slid down to the floor and a broad shouldered man walked out from what looked like a bright white light before the wall slid back up behind him.

Too shocked to react, Sandy set the green card down onto the smooth marble countertop. Her eyes couldn’t leave the face of her barista. He was very handsome and his small grin softened his masculine exterior. Wordlessly, he took the green card and placed it in the front left pocket of his black apron.

“Welcome to Personal Barista Cafe,” he said in a soft, sultry voice. “My name is Bae Jinyoung, your Personal Barista today. How shall I address you?”

“Uh, just call me Sandy, I don’t like formalities much.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sandy. If you don’t like formalities feel free to call me BaeJin or BaeBae.” She gave a soft chuckle and threw her hand over her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm up. Such a sultry man telling her to call him something as cute as BaeBae tickled her. “Is this your first drink with PB Cafe?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t know anything about this cafe, except that you have good coffee.”

“A Personal Barista will make you a personalized drink,” he explained, pulling out a menu form. “Whatever you order, I will make it in front of you. If you want to know how I prepare your drink, please let me know and I will explain as I go. If you want small talk instead, I enjoy a small conversation as I prepare you a drink. If you want silence, for any reason, please don’t feel pressured to speak if you don’t want to.”

“Can I get an Americano?” she asked, after glancing at the long list of coffee drinks. The menu was simple and elegant, the writings were in cursive but the paper was black and the ink white. She liked the seemingly simple attention to detail. “How long have you been a barista, BaeJin?”

“Almost a year,” he replied. He poured fresh ground coffee into a metal contraption with a long neck. She pressed her lips together as her eyes were fixed on his skilled, large hands. He was using a device to compact the coffee grounds.

“Do you enjoy being a barista?”

“I do. It allows me to be creative. My regular job is stressful.”

He put the coffee grounds into the machine and pressed a few buttons. She watched him place a small white espresso mug under the spout of the machine. He grabbed a large white mug of coffee, and looked at her with a soft grin.

“This is your side hustle?” she asked. PB Cafe seemed like it paid well.

“Most people have more than one job these days,” he replied.

“That’s true,” she replied. “I have a day job and a night job.”

“What are your jobs?”

“I’m interning at a law firm, helping a paralegal out. I’m hoping to get my private investigator’s license soon.”

“You want to be a private investigator?” he asked.

“I want to be a lawyer,” she answered, “but having a private investigator’s license helps me pick up skills. Research is the true gift of being a good lawyer.”

“Research. You must be very smart and hard working.”

“You are sweet,” she said, resting an elbow onto the counter, leaning forward. “I wish my smarts and hard work were enough to give me success. I’m lacking in luck lately.” His eyes drifted away from the espresso machine and looked into her eyes. She felt her cheeks turn hot, realizing she had overshared. It’d been a sad thought, too. “I feel very lucky right now.”

“Sandy, I don’t mean to make assumptions about people but if I were to guess you are someone with expensive tastes,” he said. He pulled out two small brown glass bottles from a drawer. “But, you settle for less.”

“I..” she breathed out.

She should have been insulted, but her barista BaeJin was right. Sandy had always been envious of people who could afford designer things or had the means to go on extravagant vacations, but all of that had always been a dream. The closest she got was free shit from Hyeon. A drink from PB Cafe was likely three times that of a drink from Starbucks, and Sandy could only afford Starbucks for special occasions.

“Why are you saying this?”

“I want to make you a drink in which you will appreciate,” he replied, pulling out a single stemmed pink rose from under the counter, and handed it to her. She felt her cheeks flush with heat as she accepted it. “Refined, seemingly ostentatious, but simple and hopefully, delicious.”

He poured hot water from a glass kettle into the mug. She felt her cheeks turn hot again as he reached over and plucked a single petal from the rose she held. He tilted a single drop of liquid from one of the brown bottles onto the petal.

“Rose water,” he said to her as he locked eyes with her for a second. He placed the rose petal into the mug, letting it float in the hot water. He poured the espresso into the mug of water, and took a spoon to scoop out the wilted petal, tossing it away before handing the drink to her.

She gave it a sip, and shut her eyes, a smile on her lips. Using a flower as aromatic as a rose was difficult to pull off in cuisine. Oftentimes the rose aroma was too overpowering, reminding one’s nose of perfume instead of food. Baejin’s Rose Americano, though, was the perfect balance of a good cup of coffee elevated with some elegance, refined by the subtlest hint of a rose’s sweet scent. The warm breath she exhaled after a hot sip of Americano filled her senses with flowery comfort.

“This is the most...beautiful cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted,” she replied, setting the mug down when she was half finished. “It tastes...beautiful.”

He gave a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile any wider than she already was. He was incredibly cute, grinning in reaction to her compliment. How could a man exude the amount of sensuality like BaeJin yet be so cute that she wanted to squish him like a marshmallow?

“You like it?” he asked.

“I do,” she replied. “I didn’t know a cup of Americano could be improved. Thank you for this cup of coffee. You’re a gifted barista.”

“Thank you. I would love to make you another drink.”

“I’ll try to come back one day,” she said earnestly.

She sipped her drink and glanced at her phone. Thanking her talented, handsome (and cute) barista BaeJin one last time, Sandy finished her drink and sprinted out of the odd, surreal cafe. She had to get ready for work. Smelling the pink rose in her hand, Sandy smiled to herself. Who knew her barista would be the first man to give her a rose?

--

“Diamond! Malibu was accidentally double booked,” Danielle called out into the dressing room. “Can you give a lap dance in the Blue Champagne Room before going home?”

“Wait,” Sandy said, holding the gold hoop earring she’d just taken off her left earlobe, “I’m not going to chase Malibu for the flat fee. The last time I covered for her, not only did her John not tip me but I had to chase her for 4 days before she gave me the cash.”

“I have a hard time chasing her down, too,” Danielle said with a heavy sigh, handing her purple vape pen to Sandy to hold. She dug into her pink and purple Bedazzled fanny pack, and fished out a few bills. She handed a bag of clothing to Sandy. “Let me know if this John is handsy or out of line. He’s a new customer. You have five minutes, babe. Fix your makeup.”

Handing the vape pen back to her boss, Sandy put the cash into her purse before shutting and locking the drawer to her vanity. She put her earring back on and retouched her eye makeup and lipstick. Her locks of hair looked good as she combed her fingers through her hair, looking into the mirror before getting up to change.

Sandy hadn’t exactly planned on becoming a stripper, but during her freshman year in college, she took a class on feminist studies, specifically on sex work. What started out as a learning experience in respecting sex work, and educating herself on the legal struggles of sex workers’ rights, Sandy soon found herself stripping as a means of extra income. She herself was in need of money, and recognized her beauty was valued enough that she could make capital from it.

Having walked out on her dysfunctional family as soon as she turned 18, Sandy had been hustling on her own for years. She was still working towards a career in law, but in the meantime, she was balancing between her day job as an unpaid intern at a shitty law firm and her night job as a stripper at a club called Blue Paradise. Giving lap dances were only nice when she received good tips, but they didn’t happen often enough. All she wanted was a good tip.

Pulling out the outfit Danielle handed to her, she took off her clothes and put on her new outfit. She wore a neon pink G-string bikini bottom with her matching lace bra under a black pencil skirt and a white costume button up office dress shirt. She put on a loose blue tie around her neck, and put on a pair of thick black framed glasses, matching it with her black leather knee high boots. Apparently, this new customer had a librarian kink.

Walking down the hall, toward the other side of the back of the club, she entered the room with the blue door at the end of the hall. The Champagne Rooms, where customers received their private lap dances, were color coded. The Blue Room was where the clients with specific kinks went.

Opening the door, Sandy pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and looked up to see her John seated on the black couch. The dim lighting of the room cast a shadow over his body, making it hard for her to make out his face. She blinked, and closed her mouth, realizing that her customer was her barista from PB Cafe, BaeJin. It had been days since she had her cup of Rose Americano.

He was wearing a loosely worn grey sweater with black denim jeans. She didn’t think it was possible but he looked more handsome than she last remembered. Perhaps, with her body so close to his, knowing that he was there for devious reasons, her face flushed and her nipples hardened as heat rushed through her body from head to toe.

“BaeJin!” she said, forgetting her sexy librarian character.

“Don’t move,” he said, looking alarmed. She stood completely still, one hand on the door handle. “You’re a stripper, Sandy?”

“You...you remember me?” He nodded. “Stripping is helping me pay for my law degree.” She licked her lips and tilted her head, pushing her chest forward slightly. “I can give you what you want.”

“I can’t do this,” he replied, crossing his left leg over his right. His eyes left her, and diverted to the ground. Her ego was bruised. Not only did she need the money, but her vanity made her feel upset that he didn’t want a lap dance from her. “I should go.”

“I have to try to keep you here,” she said shyly, pressing her back against the door. “If I don’t, that means I’m not good at my job.”

“How long should we be in here for you to be considered good at your job?” he asked, his eyes returning to meet her gaze.

“You don’t want a lap dance? Am I not cute? My tits too small?”

He gave a chuckle, and looked away when his eyes moved to her chest as she talked.

“You’re very cute,” he replied, “but that’s the problem. As a barista, I don’t date customers. Since you didn’t actually pay for your drink, I thought it’d be OK to ask you out if I ever saw you again. But if I pay for this lap dance, I wouldn’t want to ask you out. It’s not fair for me to proposition you while you’re working.”

“You’ve been thinking hard about me?” Her cheeks felt hot and goosebumps formed on her arms. “Would you accept my invitation if I asked you out after this? I’m actually supposed to be off work by now, but this is my last job tonight. If I don’t give you a lap dance, we didn’t cross any lines, right?”

He nodded, and she gave a nervous chuckle.

“You said that being a barista was your side hustle,” she said, noticing the expensive watch and ring on his left hand. Sex workers had to know street codes to keep themselves safe, and watches and rings were how gang members communicated their loyalties and rankings. “What’s your main job? You said it’s stressful.”

His right hand wrapped around his platinum watch, the case of the watch encrusted with diamonds. The C9 Gang was a wealthy gang with origins in Tokyo, Japan, platinum was their calling card. BaeJin’s gold band emerald ring sat on his middle finger, indicating he was a made man of high rank. Sandy was impressed; BaeJin had acclimated to a high status in a gang at a young age.

“How long have you been working here, Sandy?” he asked in response.

“Diamond,” she answered, her grip remaining firm on the door. “My stage name is Diamond.”

“Sandy...Diamond,” he said with a grin. He stood, and she took a deep inhale of breath as he took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his hand gripped onto her wrist. Her hold on the door handle loosened. “You are the diamond in the rough in Blue Paradise. You still want to invite me out on a date?”

She took a gulp of breath, staring deeply into his dark brown eyes. He licked his lips and her eyes drifted to his mouth. Giving the most gentle nod of her head, she said, “Yes.”

“I drive a blue Ferrari F60 America,” he said as the tip of his nose touched hers.

“I don’t know anything about cars,” she replied, shutting her eyes. His breath was warm, making it hard for her to breathe. He chuckled and she felt his head rest onto her shoulder.

She opened her eyes when she felt a hand touch her chin.

“I drive a blue car,” he said, his eyes drifting down her face to her lips. His thumb ran across her bottom lip gently, sending heat deep into her groin. Her stomach ached at the touch. “It’ll be the most expensive looking car you’ll see when you walk outside.” He looked directly into her eyes again. “I’m a dangerous man, Sandy...Diamond. I have to ask you one more time, do you want to keep talking to me?”

She chewed on the inside of her left cheek nervously, and furrowed her eyebrows. Given how close she was to getting the paid job as a paralegal at Johnston’s &Partners, Sandy was one step closer to her dreams of becoming a lawyer. Would it be ethical to date a gangster?

“Will you take me home or will we be going to your place?” she answered. Life was too short not to take risks.

--

Upon his request, she left work wearing her costume. BaeJin’s description of having the most expensive looking car was accurate. The navy blue car shone brighter than any other car, and the curves of the body created an elegant design to the car. He’d opened the passenger door for her. She realized her skirt barely covered her ass as the cold leather from the seat hit the back of her thighs.

He drove them up a curvy hill to get to his expensive mansion, placed behind a small forest. It sat atop of a mountainous hill, overlooking the bright lights of the city far below. BaeJin was a man of very high rank by the looks of his home. It was large and designed with multiple floor to ceiling windows. Sandy took a soft gulp of air as her mouth felt dry.

“Your home is beautiful,” she said when he led her into his home, the hallway lined with expensively framed paintings. The jade vase that held 3 white lilies beside the coat hanger looked like it was worth more than everything she owned, including the small amount of cash she had in her bank account.

BaeJin’s home aesthetic was minimalist, though each room had a piece of furniture that popped out, like the jade vase in the front entrance. In his bedroom, he had a rose gold encrusted full length mirror sitting at the foot of his bed. It was shameless, but did not surprise her. Their eyes locked as BaeJin sat down at the foot of the bed. Their fingers intertwined when she reached her left hand out to his outstretched right hand.

“I spent a week trying not to think about you,” he said, pulling her easily onto his lap. His free hand wrapped around her waist. “The closest thing to you was trying to get a stripper to dress up like a sexy librarian.”

“Aren’t you lucky?” she said, squeezing his hand. “You went to Blue Paradise wanting a fantasy. Instead, you left with your fantasy.”

His hand released hers and she felt his hand between her legs, sliding up against her slit. Shutting her eyes she gave a soft moan, surprised at his swift movement.

“You deserve the best in life,” he said into her ear before grazing his teeth gently against her neck. “Don’t ever settle for less.”

He kissed her, his lips warm and firm. His tongue parted her lips and she gave a soft hum. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, appreciating the taste of floral green tea from him. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her. He tasted better than the beautiful cup of Rose Americano.

With a clouded head, she helped him pull his sweater off as he aggressively pulled her top off of her, the cheap buttons popping loudly as they flew into the air. Her skirt failed to exist when he ripped the zipper and tore the fabric apart with his bare hands.

“Are you going to rip me apart?” she asked breathlessly when his fingers found their way under her bra, fondling her erect nipple. She gave a soft moan and he grinned as he pinched her sensitive bud.

“I’ll be as hard or soft as you want,” he assured her. The pad of his thumb grazed against her nipple. Her back shivered as a sharp heat rode up her back.

“I like a bit of both,” she said, her cheeks hot. It felt like a dream to have BaeJin telling her he would do as she wanted. “You ruined my skirt.”

“The cheap costume skirt?” he asked, his hand returning to rubbing her slit. “You don’t have to settle, remember?” She shut her eyes, her hand grabbing his arm as two of his fingers pressed against her clit. “I like you best without clothes anyway.” The heat intensified as his fingers moved down lower, moistening her panties with the slick heat coming out of her pussy. Her back shook again as his fingers moved up against her slit, and then back down. “Your voice is lovely.”

She moaned as she rested her head against his chest, his fingers continually creating more heat between her legs. One finger slipped under her panties, pulling the fabric away from her wet cunt. The back of his knuckle pressed against the engorged bud of her clit, and she mewled as he rubbed up and down against her.

“BaeBae,” she could only speak with a shaky breath, “BaeBae, I’m going to come.”

Her hips thrust haphazardly against his knuckle as a small flash of heat washed over her, goosebumps forming up the back of her neck. Her orgasm disappeared as soon as it came and she breathed through her mouth. Her pussy felt wet as her slick heat dripped out of her.

“I was just playing with you,” he said with an amused smile, his eyes locked onto the mess between her legs, including his wet fingers. He spread her juices onto her folds, and moved the pads of his index and middle fingers to draw small circles onto her clit. She mewled, shutting her eyes, as her hips rutted against the motions of his fingers. “But with you this wet, I can fuck you right now.”

“BaeBae,” she breathed out, opening her eyes.

Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at him. Wordlessly, she stood as their hands began removing each other’s clothes off. His expensive jewelry remained on as he pulled her back to his front, making her stand between his legs. His hand went between her legs and he massaged the inside of her thigh. She hummed a soft moan, enjoying the way his hand relaxed her muscles.

Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and his lips kissed her neck. He requested she trust him, and one hand reached down to her right knee and had her stretch her leg out to rest over his. As his other hand went to her left knee, she understood what he was doing. He wanted a full view of her pussy so she sat on his lap with her legs hooked over his.

“Ready to put this to use?” he asked, his hands kneading her hips. His reflection from the mirror was staring at her. She saw the cheeks of her flushed face turn a bright red, and she tilted her head down to look away from the mirror. The blood coursing through her chest up to her head clouded her vision. “Look at us.”

His right hand cupped her face, and she felt his wrist press up against the front of her neck. The pulse from his wrist beat rapidly against the pulse on her neck, and she struggled to breathe as her eyes locked onto his from the reflection in the mirror. Hot blood rushed to her groin and her hips jerked forward, out of her control. His left arm wrapped around her waist had her firmly in his hold, so all she could do was wiggle in his lap. Feeling the muscles of his thighs flex under her made her buttocks tighten, her body anticipating his cock.

“If you let me take you raw,” he said softly against her ear, his eyes locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror, “that’ll make you mine.”

His hold on her face was gone as his hand grabbed his cock. He rubbed his hard cock against her slit. She bit her bottom lip as his heat caused more juices to pool out of her cunt. It made her nerves shake, itching her skin in unbearable heat. He blinked, and his eyebrows furrowed as she opened her mouth to breathe loudly.

“I’m yours,” she said clearly. He groaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance. “Give me everything, BaeJin.” Pleasure blinded her vision as she saw nothing but white and gold flecks of stars. She gave a loud gulp when she felt his hand grip onto her chin again, his wrist pressing against her throat. Her grip on his arms tightened as she held onto him for leverage. His cock pushed in deeper, and the walls of her pussy trembled as heat filled her body in overwhelming waves. “I’m yours.”

His lips were on her neck and when her vision cleared all her eyes could focus was on the way his cock was fucking her pussy. He started with shallow pushes, the rhythm steady as she bounced on his lap. She came and she gave a gentle mewl, blurting out his name as her walls squeezed his cock. A gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she saw him shut his eyes tight.

“You’re so easy to please,” he said as he pushed in deep. She gave a loud groan as he pulled out roughly before pushing in fast, going in balls deep. He started a steady, deep rhythm and she cried as she was filled with undiluted pleasure.

“You fuck so good,” she moaned, her hand reaching back to grab his hair. He sucked on her neck, leaving a red mark before he kissed her shoulder. “BaeJin, fuck me. I’m gonna - I’m - I’m gonna come.”

His grip around her waist tightened as he pushed faster into her, and they bent forward together as he came into her in deep pushes. Her fingers dug into his skin as she shut her eyes, taking in the sensation of his hot seed filling up her insides.

“Come,” he panted out heavily as she felt him withdraw from her. She whimpered as she felt his middle finger push into her come-filled cunt. His thumb rubbed up against her clit, making her nerves dance in hot waves. She cried out a soft orgasm as she came again. She breathed heavily as she rested against his body.

“We barely know each other,” she said after a while. She didn’t know how long they sat together, staring at their reflection before she finally spoke.

“We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other,” he said, running a hand up and down her thigh, sending heat up and down her back. “You are mine now.”

He pulled her off his lap, and they laid in bed together. A shiver went down her back as he kissed her shoulder. They were facing each other, her left leg locked between his muscular thighs.

Giving a laugh, she watched him grab her wrist. He kissed the inside of her wrist before kissing the inside of her elbow. She shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her shoulder. Every kiss sent a vibrating heat under her skin. His mouth sucked on her neck and she grabbed onto the back of his hair as his teeth grazed against her skin. The muscles in her stomach tightened. The world ceased to exist as BaeJin’s embrace consumed her.

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rating: fluff / smut

warnings: suggestive, idol!cix, boyfriend!cix, fem!reader, mentions of sexual situations, unprotected sex, a tiny mention of a mirror kink, and just a dash of jealousy, minors dni!!!

Lee Byounggon

Your eyes widened with every word you read. People actually thought these things about Byounggon?

Perhaps it was a bit weird to be sitting at your kitchen table on a Sunday morning reading very explicit things about your boyfriend asleep in the next room, but you were engrossed. You hadn't even thought of some of the things this writer was describing. And despite yourself, your stomach was heating more with every word.

You were so caught up with what not-Byounggon was doing to this fictional girl that you didn't even hear him approach.

"What are you reading?" His breath tickled your ear, making you jump so hard that you almost flew across the room. You immediately smacked your phone to your chest in an attempt to hide the contents of your phone screen.

But by the expression on his face, you were already caught.

"N-nothing..." You gulped at the lust that was beginning to creep into his gaze. His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head, leaning in as if he meant to kiss you. Your stomach did a little flip, the place between your legs already impossibly warm and aching for him.

"Didn't look like nothing to me," Byounggon murmured, his eyes watching your mouth. He swallowed and you couldn't help but watch as his throat bobbed. "Did you like what I was doing in that little scene of yours?"

Struck by sudden confidence, you breathlessly nodded.

"Care to try it in real life?" You whispered. Byounggon couldn't say yes fast enough, wordlessly responding to your question by crushing his lips to yours.

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Kim Seunghun

"You've got to be kidding," you gasped out loud. You swore to yourself that you would stop reading, but you hadn't expected it to be so good. The Seunghun on your phone was going down on the reader, the portrayal scarily accurate to the way your boyfriend acted in real life.

You were dumbfounded. How did the writer know?

You couldn't help but get a little flustered as you read, rubbing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction as fake-Seunghun brought the reader to their third orgasm.

Without warning, your phone was plucked from your hands.

You shot up from the couch, screeching at the very real Seunghun to give it back as he pranced away cackling. You wrestled with him a moment, desperate to get your phone back before he could see the filth you'd been drinking like fine wine.

Too late. Seunghun caught sight of one particularly naughty word and froze in his tracks. And, to your chagrin, began to read aloud.

You chased him around your shared apartment as he continued to do a dramatic reading, becoming more breathless the longer he read. At last, you didn't have the energy to pursue him anymore.

You collapsed back onto the couch, your head in your hands. He'd have to get bored eventually, right?

Wrong, considering the way you spent the rest of your day at the mercy of his tongue and fingers.

Kim Yonghee

You weren't sure whether to be humiliated or painfully turned on by the post you stumbled upon a few minutes ago. It was by far the most explicit thing you'd ever read, and it was about your boyfriend, of all people. You found some comfort, however, in knowing that whoever had written this didn't really know Yonghee at all.

The fictional version of your boyfriend was taking his partner from behind, using her body without a care for her own comfort or need for control in the situation. And though what you read interested you, real Yonghee, your Yonghee, was without a doubt the sweetest man you'd ever met, probably incapable of doing such a thing. You loved him more than the moon loved the stars.

It was at that moment you heard keys jangling in the front door lock. You sprang to your feet and nearly threw your phone across the room, terrified that Yonghee would see what you'd been doing.

When he at last rounded the corner into the living room, you were awkwardly standing in the middle of the carpet, looking very much like a guilty puppy.

He raised his eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

"Nothinghowwasyourday?" You rushed. Yonghee's lips thinned, obviously aware that you were lying, and your shoulders slumped. Wordlessly, you extended your phone to him so he could see.

The second he processed the words on the screen, his cheeks flooded with color. "This...is about me."

"Yeah."

He looked from the phone to you and back again, his eyebrows furrowed. Completely on accident, your gaze drifted south and your mouth fell open at the realization that he was hard.

"Do you..." he took a shaky breath and offered a sweet smile, "...maybe want to try this?"

Bae Jinyoung

This was, without a doubt, the hottest thing you'd ever read. You were reading so fast the letters blurred, completely entranced by the vulgar situation playing out in your imagination.

Whoever had written this had gotten Jinyoung in the bedroom to a T, down to his use of the pet name "princess". You bit your lip as the fictional Jinyoung told his partner to look at herself in the mirror while he thrusted into her, and you made a note to ask your actual boyfriend about it later.

"Is it wrong to be jealous of myself?"

You nearly bit off the tip of your tongue as you jumped, whipping around to find Jinyoung leaning on the back of the couch. You blushed deeply at the realization that he'd been reading over your shoulder.

"How long have you been there?" You asked breathlessly.

"Long enough to watch you get yourself turned on." There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that you knew all too well. Your stomach tightened and you lowered your head so you could look up at Jinyoung through your eyelashes.

"Are you mad?"

And perhaps he was, because not even ten minutes later he was drilling into you at a relentless pace, murmuring over and over again that you were his while he left hickeys across your throat and shoulders.

"If you need me, princess, all you have to do is ask."

Yoon Hyunsuk

You were curled into a tiny ball against your headboard, your phone mere inches from your face as you read. You were ridiculously turned on by fake-Hyunsuk's actions, and you couldn't help but worry you were doing something wrong as you continued to scroll.

Actual Hyunsuk was asleep at your side, his expression relaxed in the early morning light. You weren't sure if your boyfriend would ever do something like this, but you were suddenly overcome by the desire to ask him about it.

You were debating waking him up when his eyes opened, his face breaking into a sleepy smile when he saw you beside him.

"G'morning," he mumbled groggily. You reached over to smooth his hair out of his eyes, but the movement accidentally shifted you so that your phone screen was in Hyunsuk's direct eye-line. "What's that?"

You immediately realized your misstep and moved to toss your phone away, but your boyfriend's ridiculously long arm caught your wrist before you could. He squinted at your phone in silence, his ears turning a brilliant pink when he realized what you had been doing.

"What is this?" Hyunsuk asked slowly. He frowned, looking almost embarrassed. "Am I not... doing well enough for you?"

"What?" You half-shrieked, shocked. "Of course you're doing well enough for me, baby, you're perfect."

Hyunsuk, apparently, didn't believe you. He continued to read for a moment, his face heating all the while, and a few minutes later was replicating exactly the situation that had gotten you so worked up.

"I'm all you need, baby," he groaned as he thrusted into you. "I love you so much."

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Yeonjun | 524 words | Fluff | bf! Yeonjun x gn! reader. warning: a bit siggestive | a bit of spoiler if you haven’t watched Frozen II. note: I swear I didn't cry while watching frozen II ಠ‿ಥ

“Why can’t we watch Spiderman instead?” Yeonjun whined as you proceed to put Frozen II on the TV. “Because it’s my turn to choose” You ignored your boyfriend’s whining. Movie nights were something Yeonjun always anticipated at the end of his busy week, not only does he get to do his hobby but he gets to spend time with his lover.

“How about we watch Fifty Shades of Grey instead” Yeonjun suggested as he wiggled his eyebrows. “I know your antics Sir Daniel, but I made up a choice and we are watching Frozen. Now sit your grumpy butt on the couch and we cuddle” Yeonjun gave up and made his way to the couch as you finished setting up the TV and grabbed some popcorn. “Fine, but if I don’t like it we are watching Fifty Shades of Grey.” He puffed and opened his arms to engulf you in a cuddle “We are not” You said as you set down the bowl of popcorn on the table and joined Yeonjun.

_

“Some things never change like the feel of your hand in mine” You faced your boyfriend as you accompanied Anna in singing and smiled at him “Some things stay the same like how we get along just fine” You continued as you urge him to sing with you.

Yeonjun had the biggest smile on his face as he hummed the tune of the song. Seeing this childish side of you felt very warm to him. Disney movies was something he knew that you really enjoyed and if watching Frozen II gets you this excited maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“This isn’t bad” He thought as you continued to sing along to the rest of the song snuggled in his arms.

_

Yeonjun could not believe it, but he got so intrigued with the movie which he found himself tearing up as Elsa finally discovered what she is truly meant for. “Show yourself, step into the power. Throw yourself into something new” As Elsa sang with so much emotion as she teared up, by now Yeonjun was crying. You heard soft sniffles and to your confusion, you turned around and saw your boyfriend crying.

“And to think that you wanted to watch Fifty Shades of Grey more than this” You teased him. “Shut up, just look at Elsa. She finally found her purpose” Yeonjun pouted as a tear fell down his eye. You couldn’t help but look at him in awe. You pecked his lips and wiped his tears.

“Me too.” You smiled.

_

“I love you.” Anna cried as Olaf disappeared.

You started crying as you buried you face on your boyfriend’s chest, “Olaf” you croaked softly as you cried. Yeonjun started caressing your hair and wiped your tears away. People might’ve cringed at the sight of you two being this cute, but who cares? Right now it was just the two of you.

“I love you yn” As Yeonjun kissed the top of your head.

_

The movie ended, bowl empty, and the both of you fast asleep. Yeonjun made it a mental note to watch Spiderman next movie night.

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angst —  ☆

idk what it is  — ?

note: it’s almost fluff lol. and i know it’s not a lot but i’m still adding on the list !

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[6:50 a.m] by @yeoforce

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[4:35 a.m] by @yoonslore

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ? / ♡ 

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[22:47 p.m] by @lettertothesoul

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[3:08 a.m] by @y2eo

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[15:57 p.m] by @channoticedmeuwu

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[9:46 p.m] by @xysthe

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader ♡

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[2:26 a.m] by @mjnisode

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader ? / ♡ / ☆

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[7:36 a.m] by @jungw8ns

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[11:26 p.m] by @s-uwu-binie

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader (i think) ♡

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[10:53 p.m] by @stealanity

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[4:52 p.m] by @jaelixs

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[2:59 p.m] by @00-baejin-05

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader   ☆ / ?

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[14;51 p.m] by @soobirou

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader   ☆

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[11:45 a.m] by @armysantiny

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[3:35 p.m] by @ye0njunz

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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[6:32 p.m] by @bffsoobin

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ?

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[6:18 a.m] by @unlocktxt

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader   ☆ / ♡ / ?

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[1:21 p.m] by @summersubin

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ?

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[12:04 a.m] by @wooyukh

→ yeonjun x gender neutral reader  ♡

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