#soobin x gender neutral reader

[bowlofsoob]

WHEN YOU FORGET TO SWITCH ACCOUNTS

soobin x gender neutral reader

as spotify’s social media manager you run their twitter account but forget to swap accounts when you tweet about your celebrity crush choi soobin

[mlm-writer]

The Mountain God (Choi Soobin x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature Words: 1998 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 31 - Folklore Note: Inspired by this song (open after reading if you don't want any spoilers). Reader is an adult and is mentioned to have dating experience. Check out this cover of the song btw. Tags: horror(?), maybe more of a thriller?, some action, first meeting, kissing and dancing under the moonlight<3, fluff and mentioned character death

The dry leaves crunched under your foot as you found your way into another clearing. Cold air hurt your throat as you struggled breathing from your hike. Once again your tent and your friends were nowhere to be found. “It was somewhere around here…” You mumbled to yourself. You moved your torch around, the bright white light only showing you more and more trees. “Taehyun-ah! Yeojun-ah!” You called out for your friends. No one answered your call under the tall trees and light of the full moon. A puff of air visualised itself in front of your mouth. You trudged on to the closest path. It was supposed to be just a quick piss, so you didn’t bring your phone. Kakao maps would’ve been great by now. 

In the distance your light reflected off white strips of fabric hanging from the low-hanging tree branches. You squinted your eyes, double-checking their presence. Then, a large blob of white seemed to move under one of the trees. You cautiously slowed your pace, narrowing your eyes in the dark in the hope of acquiring a clearer vision. When you discerned a vaguely human shape, you felt relieved. Surely the other guy would have a phone. Who nowadays did not have one? 

You quickened your pace. “Excuse me? I’m lost, can you help me?” The figure, which sat on his knees by a large tree, turned towards you as you approached. His handsome and innocent face greeted you with a big smile. White teeth that matched the strips of fabric around him welcomed you on this cold night. Though the smile was such a stark white, it warmed your chest. 

His beauty was so unexpected, you slowed to a still. “Lost? This late? You are really fearless,” he commented. He let out a chuckle and grabbed a wooden cup from next to him. “Come have a drink, how long have you been lost for?” You frowned at his odd behaviour, but you slowly walked closer nonetheless, your grip on your torch tight. If he turned out to be a creep, you could whack him across the head with it. At least that was the plan you had cooked up in those few seconds you had to come up with one. 

When you stood next to him, you saw the cup held some liquid with leaves floating on top. They did not seem like tea leaves to you, but rather like the leaves that scattered the ground as well. There was no steam coming from the liquid either. “No thanks, I’ve only been walking around for a few minutes. Can I use your phone to send my location to my friends?” You looked him over. His white clothes looked like that of a buddhist. The red beads around his wrist confirmed it. The clothes were a little dirty, indicating he had been a while in the mountains as well. 

The man kept that same sun-blessed smile on his face as he put the cup down. “My phone? Sorry, I left it at the temple, since I just came out to pray.” He gestured to the stone statues that sat by the large tree. He had indeed been kneeling right in front of them. 

“Oh sorry, I interrupted your prayer,” you quickly apologised with a polite bow. You took a step back and gestured for him to continue. You didn’t know there was a temple on this mountain that was still in use. Most of them were historic sites that were just used to attract tourists. Mostly artists came to them nowadays to draw and paint the well-preserved temples of the mountain god. 

The man shook his hand and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. A traveller in need is more important. Not helping you would be more against my beliefs.” Now he was standing, you realised he was really tall. His lips were stretched in a smaller, but no less kind smile. “I’m Choi Soobin. If you come to the temple, I can lend you my phone.” You bowed to him and gave him your name. He repeated it with his gentle voice. Your name had never sounded this heavenly. 

“So what did you come to do here? Just camping with your friends?” Soobin asked after a minute of silent walking. He was holding no torch. You assumed he was used to walking the path to the temple and needed no visual aide aside from the moonlight that reached the ground with ease during this season. 

“We came to see the total lunar eclipse. The best view is away from the city. You live in the temple?” Soobin hummed, confirming your assumption. He then asked about your friends, your life. It was easy to talk to him. He did not share much about himself, other than his age and the first time he went to the mountain. They said the mountain god guarded the mountain, but even a god got hungry. Soobin’s friends dared him to spend the night, but he left his tent halfway through when he heard a growling in the distance. When he got you on the proverbial edge of your seat with his scary story, he gave you a jumpscare. You hit him and laughed. 

You almost forgot you were not on a beautiful and romantic night stroll when the old wooden gates appeared at the end of the small mountain path. This place was long due some renovation, but you didn’t mention it. “Here we are,” Soobin stated as you stood before the closed doors. He seemed almost sad that you had arrived. 

“Are you a priest?” You asked out of nowhere, the look on his face all too familiar to you. You had your fair share of dates and that was the face of a man who wanted to kiss you. 

Soobin shook his head, his fluffy black hair flopping around with the movement. “No, just… a pilgri-” You did not let him finish. You found the way to the back of his neck; you pulled him down, your lips meeting his. He was cold, extremely so. Not surprising, since his white clothes seemed to not be all that thick. You were happy to warm this poor pilgrim up. When you pulled back, your eyes met his wide-spread ones. “Traveller-nim, let me dance with you.” 

You laughed as you took a step back. “With what music?” You questioned him. He seemed to clearly have no answer to that. “Besides, you’re ice cold. You should go inside to warm up.” 

Soobin swallowed thickly. Then his frigid hand took yours. He started singing, swaying you around on the small path. You turned your torch off, letting the moonlight show you his captivating eyes and alluring lips. Soobin’s voice could be deep and intimate or light like a fairy. Your heart swayed along with each step taken. It was when the night got a little darker, that you remembered your friends. “Oh! The eclipse will start soon.” You stopped to look up at the sky. Soobin quickly opened the temple doors and gestured for you to enter. He seemed to remember your friends waiting on you too. 

You followed him inside, but when the gates closed behind you, something seemed off. There was only light from the fires that surrounded a large courtyard. Two glistening red lights seemed to watch you from the darkness inside a building. “Is everyone else sleeping?” You inquired, turning around to face Soobin. He was leaning against the doors, his head hung low and his black bangs covering his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” Soobin whispered, voice quivering. The moonlight drained away and was replaced with the red light of the total lunar eclipse. In the light of the blood moon, everything was different. Soobin looked up, but his face was no longer what it was. Those captivating eyes that looked at you like he wanted to kiss you forever under the moonlight were now glowing red, the sclerae all black. His deep-sunken eyes stared directly into your soul. A second pair of slightly smaller eyes appeared underneath the first pair, just beside his nostrils. They all stared down at you as a smile forced itself onto his ghastly face. You had seen many smiles from him, but nothing like this. It turned your own blood cold, all heat draining from your body. You took a step back in fear, but froze when there was a voice behind you. 

“Well done, Soobin-ah. It seems you finally will be able to move on to the next life,” came the growling voice from the building where you had seen the red lights. You dared to glance around. From the darkness stepped a monstrously huge tiger into the red light. Its great fangs were bared for you to witness. You backed away, your back eventually hitting Soobin’s cold, rigid body. 

“Soobin-sshi, what’s going on?” His ghoulishly icy hands grabbed you by the shoulders. He whispered another apology, before pushing you towards the tiger. The beast circled you, a deep, mocking chuckle coming from its hungry mouth. 

“You had me concerned there for a moment, Soobin-ah. You have backed out so many times. You really want to pass on, don’t you?” You were hugging your torch to your chest, trembling in fear as the tiger spoke. “And such a nice, young prey you have chosen for me too… I can see your long life thread and I will delight in snapping it.” You repeated your earlier question, screaming it now with more panic in your voice. The tiger laughed at you derisively. “Let me explain it to you, traveller.” Every word coming from the mountain god gave you the shivers. “Soobin was once like you, unafraid of me and my lands. He died that night he told you about.” You swallowed thickly, casting glances at the ghost that you kissed. “Those that find their end in my stomach must serve me for eternity. The only way for them to pass on to the next life is to bring me a prey that will replace them.” The tiger took a deep sniff of you, like you were a steaming pot of stew on the fire. “Do you get it now?” 

The terror forced the tears from your eyes. Your voice trembled in your last plea. “Please, spare me.” You forced the words past your trembling lips, each word strained and vibrating with dread. It was the last Soobin could handle. He suddenly dashed forward, slamming his body into that of the tiger. It was taken off guard, the beast sliding away from you across the courtyard. In that small window of opportunity, the ghost took your hand and dragged you through the doors, back onto the small path you took to get here. His footsteps were inhumanly quick and you struggled to keep up. However, the growling and roaring of a tiger behind you was great motivation. 

“Listen to me, go back to the tree where we met. Climb as far as you can. Amitābha protects that tree and will protect you. Stay there until sunrise.” Though he still looked like a demon, you saw the angelic man you met earlier that night in those devilish eyes. You could only nod at his instructions. He sent you ahead with a gust of wind and before you realised how, you found yourself in that tree, awaiting sunrise. 

When your friends found you the next day, you did not have the words to explain what happened last night, nor why you were in the tree. You chose to say nothing, fearing that sharing the story as truth would end with you in a psych ward. You would wonder if it was all just a nightmare or hallucination, were it not for the beads that had appeared on your wrist. Sometimes, when you glanced at them and the light hit it just right, a familiar smile reflected off the red wood that adorned your wrist. 

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make you feel alright

SUMMARY You weren’t looking, but you’ve found a gap in the clouds.

PAIRING choi soobin x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, slight hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1k

WARNINGS none

AUTHOR’S NOTE i'm incredibly love deprived i need a soobin in my life. this is very self-indulgent, lowkey a rant, and inspired by yellow days’s gap in the clouds. enjoy!

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

You have a tendency to keep a nonchalant front, including around the people you can comfortably call good company. It is as it seems: a coping mechanism because of all the previous unpleasant experiences you’ve encountered throughout your lifetime. These walls have been around ever since you were young, but you’ve learned to make peace with them, knowing that those you trust the most could suddenly leave you high and dry after they think you no longer benefit them. You’ve learned to see the negative aspects of people before getting to know them, expecting them to walk all over you. That’s why you could only call a handful of people your friends; it’s better to be safe than to be sorry. But again, you’re still wary. The only person you’ve really, really opened up to about all this is your current boyfriend, Soobin.

He knows that you don’t purposefully shut yourself out, distance yourself if you feel you’ve overshared enough for the week, get into one-sided conflicts with friends (and not confronting them about it because according to you, “if they wanted to know how I feel, they would”), and the like too many to list. It’s become second nature to you, and he’s been patient enough to learn how it works, how your mind works.

“I like being around you. I like being with you.” When Soobin heard your mumble from the sofa where your figure was slouched, he didn’t know how to process these words. Mainly because they made his heart feel something he couldn’t name; all he knows is that his heart is rushing with overflowing love for you. It didn’t help that the article of clothing that adorned your torso was one of his sweaters.

“Yeah?” As he walks back to you with the water he grabbed from the kitchen, you continue your unfiltered, yet endearing chatter. You accept the glass he held out to you with a grateful nod.

“Your presence… you know when the sun peeks through the gap in the clouds?” He’s silent after your confession, not wanting to disrupt your train of thought, but he nods. It takes a lot for a person to acceptingly experience vulnerability, especially if it is something they resent. You take a sip of your water, gently putting it down on the glass table making sure it doesn’t spill before carrying on.

“It’s like that. Ever since you’ve been around, things feel lighter and brighter. I love how you make me feel.”

”The first time we met, though I believe to this day you are the most enchanting being I have ever laid my eyes on, my intention was never to get romantically involved. But I knew I wanted you in my life for the rest of my time somehow.” At this point, your hands have seeked out his and the sight is what your eyes chose to rest on. Your fingers lightly scrape over the surface of the bracelet Soobin is wearing; you bought and gave it to him after you received your first paycheck. It was a good day.

You aren’t seeing how Soobin’s attention is so focused on you. Anyone could hypothesize that he’s hypnotized solely by your existence. You tell him that all the good in the world is stored in him, especially his eyes and smile. He teasingly begs to differ every single time, but you’re just fortunate you’re at the receiving end of his loving sight and adoring grin.

“But I fear that one day, your heart stops yearning for what I offer you, that you leave me with the mark of you and I have to live through everyday from then on without you. Me, personally, I’m not saying you will, but my mind’s conditioned me to think that the possibility is always there.”

There’s a beat of silence so that Soobin could absorb what you dumped on him, but he doesn’t really see it that way. He’s forever thankful that you trust him enough to talk about these things with him, knowing how closed off you are.

You speak up again, hoping that he’s had enough time to process what you’ve told him, “thank you for caring. I’m sorry if I’m ever too much.” You finally built up the courage to divert your eyes to him, your hands still fiddling his own.

In classic Soobin fashion, he tilts his head slightly at your statement with a pout and you want to tackle and squish him for it. You held back, deciding that there’ll be proper times to release your cute aggression on him.

“Why should you thank me for that?”

“You know.” Of course he does, he just wants to hear you say it. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He slowly lets go of your hands, which results in you looking at him aloofly, and reaches out to engulf you mellowly, “don’t be afraid.”

You’re annoyed because your eyes start to water and you can’t control them. Your one hand continues to rest on Soobin’s back, while the other weakly hits his head.

“My intention wasn’t to cry today.” You complain, your statement muffled by his shirt. He chuckles a little too happily for your liking, so you smack him again.

The gentle flutter of the electric fan, the humming of the refrigerator, the beating of each other's hearts, the occasional leaks of the kitchen faucet that has yet to be repaired; all these build up the serenity that settles in Soobin’s home.

“You make me feel alright, I hope I do the same for you.”

And with perfect timing, the warm glow of the sunset embellishes the living room, though it isn’t as warm as the embrace you’re in. Soobin hugs you tighter than he did a minute ago; it’s almost like he’s afraid to lose you (he is), even if there isn’t any distance left to close. It was enough to make you doubt your own overthinking. “You do. If our paths didn’t cross when they did, I would’ve lost my mind.”

Everything is temporary, but each moment you spend with Soobin makes you forget that.

[soobfi]

SMAU┆scraps.

txt x gn!r

these are simply scraps from december of 2023. if you would like to see me recreate them with a coherent plot, let me know. i have tons of scraps, so don't fret to ask for pt2.

ONE: celebrity.

TWO: reunited.

THREE: ??

FOUR: loan.

A/N ⋅ this is embarrassing 😞

[jiunngs]

떠나자 ✶ CHOI SOOBIN

ft. gn!reader x choi soobin. warnings nothing really? maybe just a little angsty?? you & sb are kind of will-they-won't-they. wc 1.5k

desc ★ sometimes, he wants to run away.

soobin had known what he was getting into.

of course he had. the real weight that lay behind the stage he’d stood on, the microphone he’d gripped in between trembling, sweaty hands. he’d known it was a lot more than just an audition. that, if he got in, got past all the evaluations and contracts and watchful eyes of the people he was performing for, it would be a lot more than just a club; something he did after school or whenever he had the free time.

it would be his life. contained only within practice rooms, with only wooden floors and his own reflection to look back at, and cramped dorms; dingy and always seeming to run a few degrees colder. it would be the only thing he could do, until either the day he was finally allowed to be given the title of an idol, to be shoved into the public eye in a persona that wasn’t his and handed a reputation to uphold, or the day he was told to pack up and leave—to disappear as if he wasn’t ever there in the first place, to allow his name to be scrubbed off the records and his things to be shoved back into the bags he’d put them in, ready for the next hopeful to take his place and restart the cycle.

soobin had known, and you’d known too.

you’d known since you were sixteen and he’d whispered his plans to you underneath the shared heat from his duvet, legs tangled together as he’d fidgeted with your hands, admitting to you in words lost to the sheets that he was frightened of what was to come.

you’d been there from the start, even when his parents were skeptical and his siblings brushed it off as wishful thinking. even when he’d moved into the dorms fully, throwing himself head first into training and not sparing much time for anything else. you’d still texted, called, left little messages of encouragement anytime you could. you’d simply.. stayed. without being asked to, without needing to.

it kept soobin grounded, to know that you were the one of the only constants in his life. to know you’d pick up the second he’d found a chance to snatch up a few moments of privacy and call you, to sit and be content to listen to you to go on for as long as he was able to stay on the line about anything that came to mind, everything you’d been doing in between the time you’d last caught up.

but the phone calls weren’t enough. none of it was. not the texts left for weeks until he was finally able to reply, nor the fleeting facetimes you shared. he wanted to be with you, lost in the maze of city streets and cold from the night air but happy. he wanted to get away from it all, if only for a few hours. away from the cameras and the staff and recording rooms and hell, even his members. he loved it all to bits, wouldn’t change a thing even if he had the chance to go back to the start of it all, but sometimes he just needed to breathe.

which was what led him to tonight.

he’d found a place, covered up as best he could, slipped the rest a few white lies when asked where he was going, and ran, racing for the car he’d arranged as quick as he could; not wanting you to be kept waiting for any longer than he could control. streets lined with lights and people out wandering sped by as he sat in his seat, leg bouncing while he silently wished the driver would push on just a little bit more, take them the tiniest bit faster. he felt as if the nervous energy was about to reach its peak when they finally came to a stop, and he fumbled with the handle to let himself out in such a rush he nearly got caught in it. 

he fled the car without saying goodbye, leaving the door to slam shut behind him and the driver to look very bewildered at the sight of soobin running out into city streets, head down and trainers hitting the pavement hard.

his chest was heaving by the time he collapsed into a chair at the table tucked into the corner you’d found for the two of you, tugging off his hat and pulling down his mask with grateful abandon. he ignored the teasing smile you hid in the rim of your glass over his short, gasping breaths in place of settling himself properly.

it was only then he took the time to sit back and take in the scenery properly. here you were. safe from the prying eyes of the world while sat on the rooftop of a sky bar looking over seoul, lit up by office blocks and nightclubs, anyone still out looking like ants from this high up.

no words were spoken, not for the minute. there didn’t need to be, not when he was content to finally bask in what he’d been wanting for all these weeks. it was just you and him. soobin and yn. how it’d always been. how it always would be, for as long as you’d be willing to stay and as long as he’d be able to fight to hold on.

some selfish part of him hoped you’d hold on wherever he went and whatever he did. hoped you’d follow him to the end of the earth and back with your smile still on your face.

“if i ran away, would you come with me?”

it was abrupt, out of nowhere. from a place that he wasn’t sure was of curiosity or desperation. you shared a look that went on too long, neither saying a thing. he was on the brink of brushing it off, discarding the question and hoping you’d forget after a few more drinks. you cut him off before he could begin.

“of course i would, idiot.”

that stunned him into silence again, turning round to face you with wide eyes and wondering how you could still look so nonchalant; swirling around the few violet remnants of your drink in your hand and leveling him with a look that felt like you were telling him that it should be obvious.

it wasn’t. not to soobin, at least. to him it was nothing short of a miracle you hadn’t left him back in his trainee days—when he was a livewire ready to snap, anxious and tense and more focused on his end goal than the people that he’d leaned on along the road to get there.

“you—what?”

you rolled your eyes. put your glass down, letting it hit the table a little too carelessly. leaned forward in your chair. repeated it, eyes locked on him the entire time.

“yah, choi soobin, why are you looking at me like that? i thought you knew that already. don’t tell me i’m the only one that’s all in on this.”

this. the thing neither of you had dared to put a name to. it felt too tentative, as if the second one of you tried to bring it up it would fall apart. it had ended up being left to hang, an unspoken weight above both your heads. he was scared. he didn’t want his only constant to bolt because of his own fickle feelings, promises he couldn’t keep.

yet hearing you acknowledge it, however slightly it was, however much skirting there still was around it, eased some tension in his shoulders. made him straighten up a little, lean closer as you had done to him and try for a laugh.

“stop twisting my words! i’ve been ‘all in’ on this since you helped me film my first audition tape, so beat that.”

you scoffed in retaliation, reaching over to hit at him without any force behind it to hurt.

“i think it’s been longer than that. you dragged me into it all when you made me cough up my own money just so you could get a KARA album.”

he sputtered in protest, throwing back another half-hearted retort in an attempt to hide the fact he was almost going giddy from how easy it all felt with you—being able to bicker and laugh with almost no effort needed, no need to keep up an image for the cameras and the interviews.

you went back and forth like that for a while, until it was back to the comfortable silence and shared smiles, both of you turned to face the stars smattering the otherwise pitch-black sky.

it was then, while you were watching the moon and stars above, that you piped up again. somewhere in that stretch of silence you’d ordered another drink, and it sat tall in front of you; untouched for the time being.

“why were you asking, anyway? were you.. considering it?”

soobin made to speak, then stopped. he looked at where he was: sitting, with you, on a rooftop overlooking the entire city. and later, he’d be going back to his members—the ones he loved like brothers, the ones he’d do anything for. he looked at you again, the curve of your smile and the colour of your eyes.

he considered things for a moment. smiled. unabashedly, for what felt like the first proper time that night, eyes creasing up in the corners and cheeks hurting from how wide it stretched. opened his mouth to speak.

“ah, no. it was just a thought. i’m.. i’m happy where i am, i think. for now, anyway.”

and when he said it, it felt like the truth.

✿ unedited again.. whoops. also this might not make sense at all LMAOO 😭 i js had soobin on the brain ok . title from the 1tym song of the same name!!!! its so good omg

[xypherz]

texting bsf!txt “i can’t cum”

warnings: nsfw, mdni, you will be blocked; lowercase intended; txt offers to help reader (obvi); mentions of medicine (antidepressants) being the cause of reader’s issue (soobin); petnames: love, baby, honey, sweetheart; some dom/sub dynamics? dom!txt; cursing??; i think that’s it but pls let me know

gender neutral reader as always (this is self indulgent im sorry)

I USED THE WRONG YOU’RE IN SOOBINS GUYS MURDER ME

also sorry for the weird cropping and formatting?? first time doing fake text format 😭

soobin

yeonjun

beomgyu

taehyun

hueningkai

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Hybrid!txt when you smell like someone else

Warnings: gender neutral reader, but for Taehyun's reader is mentioned to have a boyfriend. I should probably mention that when I write hybrids, I don't really picture people with animal features like ears and tails, just animal senses and behaviours? That should help this make more sense. This could also work for werewolves if you prefer to imagine it that way!

Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for months, it kept getting pushed back by other ideas. So glad to get it out. Please let me know which is your favourite scenario!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You were standing in the kitchen filling the sink with water to start the dishes when you heard the front door. It was game night; the night your boyfriend and his friends ordered in dinner and hogged the TV to play games until they wore each other out, or on some occasions, to tears. So you didn't mind doing the dishes tonight, even though it was technically Soobin’s turn.

"Yah, what's that smell?”

You turned to see Soobin and Beomgyu appear in the kitchen, bags from the convenience store slung over Beomgyu’s shoulder, a telltale sign that he'd lost at rock paper scissors. “Hi guys.”

"Is someone here?" Soobin asked, glancing down the hallway. You shook your head and he immediately dropped his confused expression, his face scrunching in disgust. “Then what smells like dog?”

"I don't... oh. It's probably my new boss, we had a meeting today." After all the time you'd been with Soobin, all the time you'd spent around his friends, you were still not that used to this whole thing. You couldn't always spot their kind, and sometimes you forgot about your boyfriend's intense senses, though you had gotten better since you started dating.

Beomgyu placed the bags atop the counter and scratched the back of his head. "The other guys will be here in a minute, so..." He looked up at Soobin who met his eyes.

This was another thing that happened often. It was like they could just lock eyes and know what the other was thinking without saying a word. The two seemed to finish their silent conversing, turning back to you, matching grins growing on their faces. Your eyes darted between the two of them, trying to get a clue as to what you were left out of the loop about, before they were coming at you. Sandwiching you between them, they both began rubbing their cheeks against yours, scenting you as you squirmed.

"Is this what you're going to smell like every day now?" Soobin asked into your hair.

Beomgyu was finding this funny, his laughter in your ear as you whined in complaint. "You reek! Maybe it's time to find a new job."

Once they were satisfied with their work, they stood back, chuckling at how mussed up your hair was from their handiwork. You pouted up at them and they were even more amused.

The doorbell rang before Yeonjun let himself in, the door still being unlocked. He waltzed into the kitchen with Taehyun in tow. "Who's ready to get whoop-" his face fell and his eyes began to search the floor, before looking between you and Soobin, brows furrowed. "Did you guys get a dog or something?"

Before Beomgyu or Soobin could do anything except smirk at you, you were turning on your heel and announcing that you were going to take a shower.

Yeonjun

When he arrives home, straight away his senses hone in on your jacket hanging over the porch railing, soaking wet—yet still he can smell what you've tried to erase. As soon as you hear his key in the door you’re there explaining, before he can utter a single word.

"This guy at the bus stop was all over me. I had to get a different bus so he wouldn’t be with me on the way here."

He stops midway through taking off his own coat, the shoulders of the garment hanging at his elbows. You hear the strain in his voice, see the fervor flash through his eyes. "What do you mean all over you?"

"He put his arm around me. He kept putting his face close to my ear to ask me questions… but-but I washed my hair when I got home. I washed my jacket twice but I wasn't sure if it would still get to you, so l left it outside. I'm sorry."

His expression faded as he relaxed a little. Still he kept his concentration solely on you as he pulled his hands from his sleeves and hung the coat up. "You don't have anything to be sorry about. Did he do anything else, anything more? Are you okay?"

You sighed tiredly, glad Yeonjun was home and you could have dinner and relax together and put the day behind you. “No, I’m fine.”

Stepping forward, he pulled you into his arms and pressed his cheek to the top of your head. “That’s all that matters.”

Beomgyu

Beomgyu stepped out of the cool night air and into the small store you worked in. He always picks you up when you work the night shift, preferring to drive you home than you taking the bus so late.

You haven't yet noticed his presence, despite the place being empty, busy tidying the shop for closing. As he slinks over to you, you reach up on your tip toes to put something away on a high shelf, and he means to put his arms around you to surprise, but something made him stop short behind you.

"Not again," he says, making you jump out of your skin.

"Gyu!" you yelp. "Don't do that!"

He pouts. "You smell like not you."

Pulling the fabric of your shirt to your nose and inhaling, you shake your head. "I don't smell anything."

You move off to the front desk, Beomgyu trailing behind, still complaining. "Of course you don't smell it, you pure-bred human—" and when you send him a look, he adds, "—affectionately. You just have to take my word for it."

He watches as you clock out and untie the apron from your waist, looking up at him tiredly. "Let's just go home, okay?"

He nods, and after turning off the lights and locking the doors, you make the short walk to his car. It's still warm inside, and it's such a relief to sit down after hours on your feet. You let your head rest back against the seat and look up at your boyfriend as he puts the key in the ignition.

"Thank you," you say tiredly.

As he looks over at you, he grabs something from the mirror and holds it out to you. Taking it from him, you look down to inspect what you've been given—his car air freshener. "You're welcome."

Taehyun

Taehyun couldn't hide his smile as he opened the door, until he got a whiff of something he didn't like. "Hey," he said, trying to act casual despite his senses waving tiny red flags at him. Yet, before he could stop himself, he was asking, "Where have you been?"

He watched as you took off your shoes, a hard task with your hands occupied with the pile of books and stationary you'd brought for studying, and usually Taehyun would be a gentleman and take them for you, but right now his mind was distracted.

"I stopped at my boyfriend's place. I'm sorry, am I late?"

Your boyfriend. He hadn't known you had a boyfriend... had he? He tried to rack brain, think of who you hung out with at school as he lead you into the house. "Oh... no, uhm..."

You walked across him to put your stuff down at the table and he got a stronger smell of the scent that hovered around you. Your boyfriend was definitely not completely human. He wondered if you knew. He wondered if he could compose himself enough to study with this smell hanging around.

"Let's get started," you were saying as you took a seat.

Taehyun tried to ignore his thoughts as he sat with you, listening to you talk about the assignment and dividing tasks. He did his best to focus on the words you were saying, your voice, your eyes, anything he could hold onto. But his instincts were strong. He stood up suddenly, your eyes following him, mouth forming a question. "Would you like anything? To eat or drink?"

Your expression cleared of confusion. "Sure, water would be nice."

Thankful to busy himself and get a break, he walked over to the kitchen and filled one glass, then another, breathing deeply all the while to try to calm his system. As he returned to the table, you were coming back from the front hall, suddenly without your jacket on. You reached out and took one of the glasses from him and sat down once more. He noticed that most of the scent was gone; he could bear being so close to you now.

"I really like that jacket you were wearing," he commented nonchalantly between discussions of school work.

You looked up from your notes with a smile. "Oh yeah? Me too. It's my boyfriend's, I'm always stealing it when I can."

He nodded, trying to keep the small smile from fading. It's okay, I'm okay, his mind was trying to console him. It probably wouldn't work out between the two of you anyway... right?

Huening Kai

He found you on the couch, laying on your side, tucked into a ball. “Hi hun,” he spoke softly, knowing this habit of yours meant something was up. He wasn’t going to bring up the scent he had picked up before he’d even opened the front door just yet.

You peeked up at him and he could tell you were exhausted. “Hi." His smile and his eyes were so warm that you immediately blurted out what was wrong without him needing to ask. "I went to a party.”

“Oh?" Your voice was so small and meak it tugged at Kai’s heart. "A party?”

“I didn’t want to go but my friends… they dragged me there, and I… I’m pretty sure everyone there was…” You pressed your lips together.

“Stinky,” he finished for you with a playful scrunch of his nose.

Nodding, you uncurled yourself to make room for your boyfriend on the couch. He sat and reached for your hand, holding it inside his big, warm one. His hands were always warm. He was always warm. It was one of your favourite things.

“It was kinda scary,” you admitted. At this, he tugged your hand towards him, a sign for you to come closer, and soon you were tucked into his lap.

"I know," he said softly, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. "I know it's still all new to you."

Humming in agreement, you allowed your head to fall into the crook of his neck. This was the place you felt safest in the whole world, even before you knew that the world was not as you had always thought.

Kai's voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating through you as he spoke. "Maybe a bath might help you relax."

You looked up at him, and he brought his face down to rub his nose against yours, his trademark show of affection with you. "Do I really smell that bad?"

The boy couldn't hide his smirk. "Just a little."

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[sunoooism]

› summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)

› fluff , comfort / wc: 691

› warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.

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choi yeonjun

→ cooks for you

you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."

"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.

"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."

your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"

you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.

"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.

choi soobin

→ takes you on a walk

you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.

"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.

"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."

"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.

choi beomgyu

→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes

"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"

he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.

as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.

"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"

it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.

"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.

kang taehyun

→ reads to you

you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.

he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.

"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.

"no. jus' wanted to look at you."

he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.

huening kai

→ doesn't let go of you

your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.

"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.

"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."

kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.

©sunoooism

[spiceofvy]

hello, may I request aftercare with txt? :)

Aftercare with TXT

an: i'm finally back! school really killed all motivation to write, but i survived and i'm happy to post again :,)

cws: gender neutral reader, nsfw-ish, very soft and fluffy, mentions of rough sex (taehyun)

Yeonjun: Very cuddly, very clean. He always needs to strip the sheets, preferably while you are in the bathroom so you don't stress yourself with helping him and can fully relax after sex. Pulls you into bed with him afterward and Koala hugs you, not ever letting you go again. He is not super talkative though, and prefers to save the pillow talk for the next morning.

Soobin: Super calm and caring, takes it very slowly, and is super careful with you. Talks through the whole thing, going into great detail about everything the two of you liked or disliked. Feeds you afterward, gives you water, and hugs you really tight until the two of you fall asleep.

Beomgyu: Very sweet. Literally. Feeds you candy. Feeds himself candy. Which he has already prepared next to the bed. As he really dislikes being separated from you. No matter how dirty the sheets or how sweaty the two of you are he stays cuddling close to you.

Taehyun: Honestly loves the aftercare more than the sex itself. Is really excited to take care of you especially when the two of you were a little bit rougher in bed. After a quick wipe down he gives you a soft little massage gently kneading your muscles until you are putty in his hands or the two of you are worked up again. Afterwards, there is some sweet pillow talk.

Kai: Three things. Cuddling. Plushies. Sweets. Likes to keep you close in his arms, not letting you go for even a second. Needs a lot of soft things around him like his plushies and two more blankets. After the first few moments, he goes grab some candy though just to keep your blood sugar up. Then cuddles you again and stays with you the whole night.

[taeiun]

just a little sick with love.

synopsis: it spills out too fast; hard to contain this blurted confession about you (in other words, txt when asked about you during an interview)

who: txt's choi line x gn!reader

categories: a little smth extra fluffy, interview style scenarios

warnings: might be ooc here? reader is referred to as "pretty" and "beautiful" a few times (not in a physical appearance context really), love and babe and jagiya are used as petnames, use of "yn" in the fic, mentions of food and drinks

word count: 0.9k

interviewer: ...but, while we’re on the topic of romance, i’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re currently in a relationship. now, i’m just dying to know, and i’m sure the viewers are too, about who you’ve been seeing so, what can you tell us about them?

✧ YEONJUN !

yeonjun: well to start, they’re the love of my life. [he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with a hum] they understand me in ways no one else would, not even the other members. i can be choi yeonjun with them, you know? not just an idol on stage, not just yeonjun of tomorrow x together. being with them… it’s like walking into a cold room after being out in the sun all day. 

interviewer: aw, that’s sweet! how did you get to meet them? 

yeonjun: i spilt my drink on them. [he smiles sheepishly] i was in a rush and wasn’t looking where i was going. we bumped into each other and i ruined their shirt. i offered to pay for a new one but the thing about yn is that they’re stubborn. they refused so i asked if could take them out lunch instead. things kind of went from there.

yeonjun: now, they send me tiktoks and reels that remind them of me when we’re away on tour. they surprise me with roses after a show win and always welcome me with a smile, no matter how tired they are. yn is the best thing that’s happened to me and i can’t see myself without them. 

interviewer: wow sounds like i might need to sweep them off their feet for myself! [the interviewer laughs]

yeonjun: [he lets out a tense chuckle that ends in a sigh] ah… yeah no, tough luck buddy. they’re mine and always will be.

✧ SOOBIN !

soobin: hmm [he takes a moment to choose his words carefully] where do i begin? [the interviewers laughs] yn is my other half. i don’t really know how else to explain it other than that. they’re effortlessly kind and the nicest person i’ve ever met. they never fail to cheer me up after a long day and are so understanding of my needs. sometimes i think they know me better than i know myself. [he laughs]

interviewer: when did you know they were the one?

soobin: i think i knew we were going to work out for sure when the group and i first went on tour. yn took care of odi for me and sent me video updates. they don’t like recording their voice so i asked them why they sent videos instead of pictures and messages. they replied, “because i know you can’t sleep soundly without hearing my voice, soobin.” i was already in love before then but i think that only grew after hearing those words. 

interviewer: if you had to pick between your partner and your career, which would you choose?

soobin: i think that’s an unrealistic question to ask. yn made it clear that they’d never make me pick between our relationship and my idol life. they said i deserved to be happy, to receive the good things in life. for the longest time, i thought i could only have one or the other, a relationship or a successful career, and it wasn’t until i met them that i realized those things could coexist. they’re my biggest supporter and i couldn’t be more grateful for that.

✧ BEOMGYU !

beomgyu: oh, y/nnie! [he visibly brightens] it’s crazy. even though we’ve been dating for a while now, sometimes i wake up and i’m like [beep]... i’m actually dating them. they’re so sweet to me. i’m starting to get cavities from just how kind they are. [he and the interviewer laugh]

interviewer: why them? what is it about your partner that caught your eye?

beomgyu: oh it had to have been their smile. they have the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen and their eyes crinkle in the corners when they do. their laugh is the most beautiful thing i’ve heard. i’d play it on loop twenty four seven if i could. their happiness is infectious. i’ll let you in on a little secret [he leans in, forearms resting on his thighs as he moves to fake whisper to the interviewer] sometimes, they’ll dance and sing around the kitchen when they think im not watching. [he laughs, leaning back in his seat] they probably have way more blackmail on me though. 

interviewer: would you say you’re happy?

beomgyu: i’m the happiest i’ve ever been. yn… they make everything i do worth it. i don’t know what i’d do without them. i wish they could see themselves through my own eyes because i think they’re the most stunning and beautiful, in every meaning of that word, person on the planet.

bonus:

interviewer: is there anything you’d like to say to your partner back home?

yeonjun: hey, babe! i hope you haven’t forgotten about our one year anniversary coming up. [he says in a teasing voice] you better be taking care of yourself properly while i’ve been gone. [he smiles warmly] i miss you. tour is almost done, love. i’ll be seeing you very soon. 

soobin: i hope you’re doing well, love. you better be asleep when this program is airing and i don’t want to see a single text message from you until it’s morning in your time zone. you can get more work done when you’re well-rested. [he smiles] just a little longer, dear. i’ll be home soon.

beomgyu: yn! i can’t wait to see you again, jagiya. there’s so much to tell you and i miss stealing the blanket from you when we sleep. [his expression drops to a serious, but playful one] i’m cashing in that cuddling coupon you gave me for my birthday last year when i get back and expect top tier service.

^ . _ . ^ !? hehe was inspired by a couple cute insta reels that came up on my for you. next txt post will be for ot5 hopefully as long as i have the time

© taeiun 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

[bowlofsoob]

🎤 thank you, next

social media smau | choi soobin x gender neutral reader

synopsis › in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

genre › soulmate au, strangers to enemies to lovers, idol and college setting, crack and slight angst

warnings › swearing, alcohol consumption, ignore timestamps

status ongoing, no update schedule

taglist comment below to be added, asks will be ignored

playlist

NOW PLAYING!

featuring…

↳ yn and locals ⚘ soobin and friends

TRACK ONE: blow out the candles!

01. ticketmaster is evil

02. freaky friday dupe

03. pr team in shambles

04. awkward fancalls

05. go ahead and log out for me

06. his dick kinda big

07. pls don’t yell at me i will cry

08. tba

tba

TRACK TWO: are we 4lyfers ?!

09. pass or fail

10. am i dying alone /srs

11. mom i’m famous

12. breathe if you want me

13. hide and seek

14. left on delivered

TRACK THREE: this song is about you!

15. this one’s for you babe

16. crowd surfing

tba

ENCORE!

[dadddybangtan]

Strawberry Milk 18+ (oneshot)

pairing: sub! soobin x gn! service dom y/n

synopsis: reader wants to fulfill soobin’s sexual desires of food play. 

cw: slight brat soobin, tall big d*ck sub soobin, praise k!nk, pet names, food pl^y, oral, f!ngering, ^ss eating, cvm swallowing, hint of service bottom soobin

word count: 1.6k

part two

a.n. first oneshot in a long time. i think it might be time to create a master list? please reblog & leave feedback </3

Y/N POV

On my way home from work, I ran to the market to pick up a few things my partner, Soobin, needed. Soy milk, dinner rolls, cinnamon sticks and cookie dough ice cream were the items he sent me. He always had a random list and I was always willing to shop it for him. I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the strawberries and whipped cream in the produce aisle. The strawberries were freshly picked and it had been a while since I bought whipped cream. 

Walking into our apartment, Soobin greeted me in an oversized off-white sweater and a pair of jeans. He was so cute, I had to kiss him the moment I saw him. 

“I got the stuff you needed, baby.” 

“Thanks,” He blushed, taking the grocery bag from my hand and walking over to the kitchen island, “Hey, I didn’t ask for these.”

He pulled the strawberries and whipped cream from the bag and set them on the table. 

“I know, silly, they’re for me,” I said, grabbing the whipped cream, shaking the bottle and popping the top. “And you.”

I filled my mouth with the fluffy cream and dotted his nose with some as well. His smile was unbearably cute as he was a bit surprised by my action. I licked the cream from his nose and he looked down at me with big, doe eyes. 

“And me?”

“I may have taken a peek at your porn history.” I said before filling my mouth with another round of whipped cream.

“Y/N!” He pouted.

“Soobinnie, baby, it's not my fault you left your browser open. You didn’t even close the tab.”

He was silent, embarrassed by his own sexual fantasies. He didn’t have to be. I always knew he had a thing for food ever since he got a hard-on watching me eat a juicy watermelon. That was a month or so ago, so it was only a matter of time until I played into his sensual desires.

I opened the case of strawberries and grabbed the biggest one by the stem. But raising it up to his cute, heart-shaped lips, he didn’t want to bite.

“What’s the matter, lost your appetite?”

He just pursed his mouth in rebellion. I saw it in his eyes; Soobin was being a brat.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I know you want it.”

He remained silent and unresponsive, slightly raising an eyebrow and challenging me. That’s when I used my other hand to grip his bulge in my palm. Soobin let out a small whimper, allowing a gap in his mouth for the tip of the strawberry to slip in. 

“Take a bite for me, hm,” I eased it between his teeth, slowly watching his mouth open wider for the fruit until he sunk his teeth in, “That’s my good boy.”

He moaned softly on the praise, his eyebrows pulled together in pleasure and sweet, pink juice went dripping down his chin. I used my tongue to lick it up and kiss him again. His lips were soft as ever with the lingering strawberry taste. I gently bit his bottom lip and I felt his dick throb in my hand. I took that cue to feed him the rest of the berry and catch the juices as they fell. I kissed him again, that time kissing down his sharp jaw and supple neck. I licked and gnawed at him as he swallowed. 

“How did that feel, baby?”

He could only close his eyes, licking his lips and humming in satisfaction. His dick was still growing in my palm. Yet he was speechless.

“Use your words, darling.” I said, squeezing his meat. 

“G-good. It felt good.” 

“Do you want more?”

He nodded eagerly. 

“Can you take your pants off for me?”

He half heartedly opened his eyes to look down at me. He smiled bashfully before reaching down to undo his jeans. The bulge in his underwear turned me on so much. I palmed him again, his print clearer now without the jeans. 

“Thank you, baby, you're such a good boy.” I said as I grabbed another strawberry from the case. 

Soobin prettily opened his mouth and slightly stuck his tongue out. He’s so cute. I teased the berry on his tongue, let him get used to the grooves. He eventually grew tired of teasing and decided to wrap his lips around the tip and take a bite. As juice spilled in and out of his mouth, his dick throbbed and grew more. 

Starting at his collarbone and trailing up to his dripping lips, I traced my tongue on his skin. His cock poked my thigh, he was fully hard. I reached into his underwear and pulled his length out so I could stroke him properly. He moaned and whimpered as he softly chewed the strawberry. 

I set the stem on the counter and watched Soobin lick his lips. He began swirling his hips in small circles to accelerate the handjob I was giving him. A smile crept to my lips watching my handsome boyfriend living out his wildest fantasies. I reached over to grab the whipped cream and traced a line down his shaft, putting extra on the tip. His hands gripped the side of the island as I kneeled down. I licked the length of his sex from the base to the tip, collecting whipped cream in my mouth. It wasn’t until I swallowed every bit of cream that I swallowed him as well. 

“Mm, fuck,’ He whimpered and moaned every time his tip hit the back of my throat, “So good.”

I brought my hand to his neatly shaved balls and squeezed the base of his sack. His cock happily jumped in my mouth.

“Oh, god,” His fingers found their way to my hair. His touch was soft and comforting. He was enjoying himself, “Gonna make me cum.”

His breathing quickened and I didn’t let up on him. The closer he got to climaxing, the more his body shook and twitched. His whining, that was once deeply exhaled, became strained and pathetic.

“C-cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” His weak voice pushed out. 

His warm seed filled my mouth and coated my throat. I looked up at him to find him adorably breathless before I stood up to kiss him. He caressed my head in his big hands as I held him by the waist.

“I love the way you make me feel,” He whispered into my lips, “The way you touch me.”

“Good, because I love touching you and feeling you up,” I said, gripping his tiny waist in my hands, “I wanna bend you over this counter while you feed yourself strawberries.”

Soobin bit his lip as he slowly began turning around. With my hands already on his hips, I turned him and pushed his shoulder down in one seamless move. The whimper he let out was priceless. I slipped his underwear off to reveal his cute ass and pretty, pink hole. I pushed up the hem of his sweater to kiss his lower back. As I planted more kisses, the arch in his back deepened. And as I got to the meat of his ass, he started moaning.

“Still on those strawberries, love?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good boy.”

I grabbed the whipped cream from the counter and poured a perfect dot over his asshole. I didn't hesitate to lick it up and tease the rim with my tongue. His moans were muffled in fruit, so erotic and needy. His muscles began to relax around my tongue and I was able to glide into him with ease. 

That’s when I snuck my middle finger inside. His knees buckled beneath him, but he didn’t let himself fall. He knew I needed him bent over that counter. He knew he wanted it like that. He loosened up even more, puckered hole begging for another finger. So I gently stretched him out with my index and middle fingers. Once I found a good rhythm to finger him, he moaned perfectly in sync with me. 

“You take it so well, Soobin,” I muttered, “So pretty and perfect too.”

“Th-thank you.”

I wrapped my free hand around his waist and grabbed his dick, which was still erect even after climaxing. I stroked his fat cock while fingering his little asshole. His back was beautifully arched over the island. He looked back at me with pleading eyes and strawberry juices dripping down his chin. That was a visual I haven’t seen from him, but God, he was gorgeously sexy. I felt my core heating up and pulsing. I groaned at the pleasure of watching him. With that, his cock was fully hard in my hand and asshole pulsing around my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He mumbled into the fruit. 

“Cum for me, baby,” I said, hooking my fingers up and massaging his prostate, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Cupping his tip in my hand, I made sure to catch every drop of cum. It was euphoric to feel him reach his high again, to milk him with pleasure. He leaned the majority of his body weight on the island counter after I released my hold on him. 

I grabbed one of the strawberries and completely coated it in his cum before eating it in full. I don’t know what was sweeter, his cum or the fruit. But it was deliciously arousing. He seemed to enjoy the view as well.

“You taste so sweet, my love.” I said, cum coating my lips. 

“When is it my turn to taste you?”

“Whenever you want, baby,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans, “Where do you want the whip?”

part two

[yawnzbf]

⚝ what can a bartender do?

Drunk Choi Yeonjun finds himself attracted to a specific bartender, what happens when they give in though? tw- drinking, making out, bartender!reader, kinda red flag yj(?), first time writing in 2nd person (you prns used)

It was a coincidence when you and yeonjun first met at the bar, you had just joined in as a bartender- the very first day on this job, Choi yeonjun- their loaded and a regular customer came in.

“Oh? what’s a new face doing here?” he asks taking a seat in front of you, eyes darting inspecting every inch of your body.

“Sir, yeonjun! Glad to see you here, this is our new employee- yn ln; don’t worry too much about it, I’ll send in your regular bartender!” your manager standing along with other employees spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. Seems like this yeonjun was a big deal.

Yeonjun's eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly uninterested in the replacement. The silence stretched as he pondered for a second too long, making you feel smaller under his scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he let out a sigh before replying.

“no need, let’s see what pretty face here can do tonight” he said, a mischievous smirk latching onto his face  

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached him with a professional smile. "What can I get you, Mr. Yeonjun?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you.

Yeonjun leaned back against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "Surprise me," he replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Undeterred, you concocted a cocktail, carefully selecting ingredients that ypu thought would match his usual preferences. Placing the drink in front of him, you awaited his verdict.

He eyed the drink for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. A subtle smile curved his lips, and he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Y/N. Maybe you're not just a pretty face after all," he remarked, a playful edge in his voice.

//

As the night wore on, Yeonjun found himself on the tipsier side of intoxication. His usual charismatic charm had given way to a more carefree demeanor, and it was evident that he had reached his limit. Concerned for his well-being, you decided it to guide him to a more private and comfortable space.

"Yeonjun-ssi, I think it's best if you take a break in one of our private rooms. It'll be quieter, and you can relax there," you suggested, offering him a steadying hand.

With a lopsided grin, Yeonjun agreed, allowing you to lead him to one of the bar's secluded rooms. The door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the lively bar. The room was dimly lit, with a soft ambiance that contrasted with the bustling energy outside.

"Wait here for a moment, Yeonjun-ssi. I'll make sure you have everything you need," you said, moving around the room to diming the lighting and make it cozier. There was a small couch against one wall, adorned with plush cushions, providing a comfortable spot for Yeonjun.

As you turned to check on him, you found Yeonjun lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the occasion, yn? Bringing me to a private room... feels a bit intimate, don't you think?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

You chuckled, trying to maintain professionalism, "Just making sure you're comfortable, Yeonjun-ssi. Is there anything specific you need?"

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on you, his expression shifting to a more sincere one. "Just your company would be perfect, yn."

As you moved about the room, adjusting the ambiance, Yeonjun decided to stretch out, his gaze following your every move. Just as you were about to turn away, the unexpected weight of Yeonjun's intoxicated state took you by surprise. Unprepared for the sudden burden, you stumbled backward, arms flailing.

With a quick reflex, Yeonjun smoothly caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders. The room seemed to spin for a moment as you found yourself pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's strong presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his touch on your skin.

"Careful there, yn," he chuckled, the playful glint returning to his eyes. However, something shifted between you two in that fleeting moment – something unspoken lingered in the air.

As you regained your balance, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness that had unexpectedly blossomed. Yeonjun, with a smirk, let his hands linger on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The air crackled with a subtle energy as his gaze bore into yours.

In that charged moment, Yeonjun's expression changed, and his playful demeanor gave way to something more intense. Almost instinctively, he brought both hands to the wall on either side of your face, effectively trapping you.

The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and as you looked up at him, something flickered between you two. The dim light cast a shadow over his features, accentuating the mystery in his eyes. Yeonjun, almost imperceptibly, leaned in, the distance between your lips narrowing.

However, you halted him with a hand placed gently on his chest, eyes averted. The playful atmosphere shifted to one of unspoken tension. "Yeonjun-ssi," you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice contrasting with the charged air. The moment hung suspended a delicate distance between desire and restraint.

//

Yet here you were, lost in the warmth of his kisses, the very person you had resisted just a few weeks ago. How did you find yourself entangled in his embrace? The questions lingered, but in the heat of the moment, you dared not challenge the allure that Choi Yeonjun had cast upon you.

With every harsh pull of his lips against yours, the firm yet tender pull of your waist into his embrace, and the low, appreciative groans that escaped him with every tug on his hair, you let him get you more and more. None of it made sense and perhaps, you didn’t want it to make sense either.

Maybe just for this night, you’d let yourself have him.

“please..” he pleaded, as you moved along his jaw, littering kisses all over him, devouring him whole.

You continued to trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of the forbidden moment. The air crackled with tension, desire woven into the fabric of the dimly lit room. His half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips begged for more.

"What are you pleading for, Yeonjun?" you asked, pulling back for a moment to lock eyes with him. His gaze, intense and filled with a mixture of emotions, met yours with a raw honesty that struck a chord within you.

His response came as a breathy exhale, a plea wrapped in the simplicity of his request. "Mm, dunno. Please, just continue."

And that you did.

a/n: ahhh i love him sm!! i just want to gobble him up entirely

[neomujinjja]

Even if you had a falling out, I’m sure they still care about you, and I hope they’re okay 🫂 I hope your Tumblr still does well 😄

I’d love to see a date night with Soobin. I feel like Soobin is a hopeless romantic 🌹 I wonder what you think he’d do for a date night 🥰

Thank you!!

The Perfect Home Date

Pairing: Soobin x reader

Genre: Request, Fluff

Warning: not edited, lots of mentions of kissing

Synopsis: Soobin plans a home date at the apartment for the two of you. It's a date full of warm, loving activities and kisses.

Note: Thank you, you're so sweet!! I appreciate what you said and your support 🥰. I hope you enjoy this!!

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'I'm here' You texted your boyfriend. Soobin had texted earlier, asking you to come by in comfortable clothing. The apartment door opened and you were engulfed in a hug. The two of you slightly rocked side to side and you gave a kiss to the man's check before separating. Soobin led you inside, bringing you into the kitchen. "I was thinking we make some cookies and then maybe do couple painting." He proposed the idea as he played gently with your fingers.

"I'd love too, that sounds like a lovely date" You told him as you pulled the male closer to you. "What cookies were you thinking of making, Soobs?" you asked.

"Umm, how about chocolate chip and shortbread" He responded. The two of you began pulling out the ingredients needed.

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You guys made two trays of the different cookie doughs. Putting the tray of shortbread cookies into the oven, you turned around and gave Soobin a kiss.

The two of you moved into the living room where Soobin brought out three canvases and some paints into. He set the paints in between the two of you and laid the canvases down. "What's the third canvas for?" You asked as Soobin settled down next to you.

"I wanted to do one painting with our handprints together" he told you. "I've seen it on tiktok and I thought it was cute." Soobin continued. You nodded in agreement with him. The two of you painted while making conversation and sharing kisses. The pair of you stopped only for a moment to take the cookies out of the oven. When you both agreed that you were finished with your separate paintings, Soobin grabbed your hand. He gently brushed the paint onto your palm, you giggled at the ticklish feeling. You pressed your hand onto the canvas, angling it to make one half of a heart. You proceeded to do the same with Soobin as he had done and he followed your actions.

"I'll put the paintings to the side while you grab the cookies" the male said after watching your hands. You place multiple of the now warm cookies onto a plate before heading into Soobin's room. You curled into his side on the bed, prepared to watch the anime on the screen.

"This was a perfect date, Soobin. Thank you" You told your boyfriend as you pressed a kiss on his chin.

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Toxic ex-husband!txt

Warnings: toxic, possessive, erratic behaviour, do not try this at home

Note: I feel diabolical for writing this

Soobin

Soobin is ushered out of a different exit of the courthouse than you, but his long legs make quick work of rounding the building—he’d seen your lawyer steering you out a back door. He finds you just as you reach your car, in such a passion that he doesn't notice the way you jump at the sound of his voice. You just sat through an hour of feeling his eyes on you as your divorce was finalised, kept your nerve and avoided looking his way, and you didn't have the nerve to face him now. His mind flashes with glimpses of the past, before you went through this silly charade of separation. All the happy times you’d had, all those years of love. His heart felt sour in his chest.

"You don't mean it, I know you don't," he calls out to you as he approaches. You're quick to shut yourself inside your car and lock the doors, scrambling to put the key in the ignition as his hands press against the window. "I know you'll miss me," he insists, somehow still not understanding the reality of the situation even after the year-long divorce process. "You won't last a day in that house without me." He walks mindlessly in the wake of the car as you drive away, anger flaring. He won't give you up.

Yeonjun

He dons a hoodie and sits in the back of the dark bar you're having a first date in. It wasn't hard to get access to the time and location of this little rendezvous, since the password for your new dating profile is the same one you use for everything else. He watches you flirt and make small talk, smile stupidly at this new love interest, who in Yeonjun's opinion is definitely trying way too hard. And yes, he's noticed that you're wearing his favourite dress, the one that he bought for you, that you would wear to every date night the two of you shared. He grits his teeth so hard he can hear the strain on them, downing the last of the drink he ordered to keep his table and slipping out. When you finally make it back to the parking lot, he's leant up against your car, hood off and face smug in the dim artificial light.

"Hey, baby," he says smugly, causing you to shiver. You haven't heard his voice in so long, and the pet name...

"What are you doing here? You know it's over," you keep your tone confident while looking around nervously. "You should be moving on, like I have."

He takes a few steps closer to you. "You know why you like that guy so much?" Yeonjun asks, leaning his face close to your ear and taking a whiff of an in-breath before whispering, "he's wearing my cologne."

Beomgyu

You're about to turn out the light and go to sleep when a loud knocking startles you, bringing you back downstairs. Carefully you look out the peep hole and see Beomgyu, cursing to yourself before opening the door with the plan to give him an earful. But when the door swings open, his eyes look frantic, and he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging as if relieved. "Oh thank god," he says, before stepping around you into the house and looking around the room.

"Beomgyu, no. You have to go," you say sternly. He turns to face you and his distressed look is still at play. "I saw- There was someone creeping around out there," he explains excitedly, eyes wide. "They were right on the lawn!”

Panicked, you turn your gaze to the window. Before you know it he's grabbing you, pulling you against his chest. "I was so worried." You can feel his heart hammering against you, no evidence to be suspicious of his story. Your own heart rate picks up, and you almost feel comforted that Beomgyu is here, that someone was looking out for you. "I'll keep you safe. Let me stay, just for tonight."

Taehyun

Taehyun never thought he would stoop to this level, but hey, the tracking program was on sale—it was as if the universe was telling him he was meant to do it. He doesn't know how long he's been awake, staring at his computer screen, at the red dot that represents your phone's location. He did wash a few dishes earlier, but he had intermittently looked over at his phone where the same red dot shone unblinking back at him. It hasn't moved for hours, and he begins to wonder if he's been scammed, if maybe he should have gone for the device that he could attach to your car... Taehyun feels like the little red dot is mocking him, and he almost wants it to move from the square that depicts your house. Antsy and frustrated, he turns on the TV. But even while he distractedly watches some sporting match, he sees red.

Huening Kai

You hear your mother talking as you let yourself in to her house, your childhood home, for one of your weekly dinners together. There were no cars parked on the street, so you figure she's on the phone with one of her friends as she laughs heartily. You can't help but smile at how happy she sounds as you leave your shoes at the door. When you round the corner into the kitchen, the smile dies on your face. Standing there, oven mitts in hand, chuckling along with your mother, is your ex husband. It's as if the last eight months never happened and all is nice and peachy, just another Tuesday night and not the twilight zone.

Huening Kai spots you in the doorway and gives you a smile, your mother turning around looking bubbly and bright. "Here she is! Look who stopped in," she says, as if you haven't noticed the big elephant in the room.

"Why?" you ask with no semblance of friendliness.

She flicks the tea towel your way as if scolding you, looking simply incredulous. "Be nice to our guest! He brought dessert."

You feel like you're being pranked. She's always been on your side of things, though she would never speak badly of her ex son-in-law, and suddenly she's wrapped around his little finger? Have you missed something, you wonder.

The oven dings and the two exchange excited looks, seemingly ignoring your presence. Kai slips his hands into the mitts and opens the door, retrieving a sweet smelling pie. Your mother claps her hands, childlike, and moves off to find cutlery. Surely you must be dreaming, because this is too much. Kai holds the dessert out for you to see, smiling down at you with bright innocent eyes, tilting his head the way he used to when he addressed you. "Would you like to taste, honey?"

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[sunoooism]

> summary : txt group chat (+ yn)

> warnings : cursing, mention of drugs and alcohol, yeonjun is high (and maybe drunk), kys jokes, suggestive ?? Idk sex jokes, soobin threatens to shove a remote up yeonjuns ass, it's all platonic guys, gn!reader. lmk if I missed anything lol.

Idrk what possessed me to do this

©sunoooism