#top yeonjun

[rachxhjs]

Claiming you.

✧ A story where Soobin feels unwanted by his boyfriend because he had been away for a while. As soon as Yeonjun hears about this he's determined to change his lover's mindset.

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Requested by, anon ♡

Yeonjun x Soobin

✧ Tags;

Breeding kink, size kink, praise kink, edge play, bottom!soobin, top!yeonjun, smut, fluff

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"Honey, I told you it was just a trip.. nothing more than just a few days being away from each other. Just because I was gone it doesn't mean I don't want you anymore."

Soobin exhaled as he wrapped his arms around his cold legs, cheek mashed against his knee. It had been about two weeks since he had seen his boyfriend, and it affected him more than he thought it would.

Yeonjun's boss had told him that he, and a few other co-workers had to go to Las Vegas to settle a deal with a company that had reached out to them. And at first Soobin was over the moon, he was so proud of his boyfriend that he got to participate in such a big event, that the boss chose him as one of the best workers to handle such a job. But as the days passed it had only become worse and worse for him. It wasn't just that Yeonjun wasn't next to him. It was also because Yeonjun could barely go on his phone, and whenever he could Soobin would be asleep because of the time difference. It was horrible, and it felt like he didn't get to have a proper conversation with his lover in months.

"Baby.." Yeonjun called out again once his boyfriend didn't reply, sitting down next to him on their silk covered bed, bringing his hand up to caress his lover's cheek. "I'm sorry, yes? I didn't know it would be so.. how do I say this? So.. abstract? I expected to text you every day, to call you. But that didn't happen and I apologise.. you must have been lonely."

Soobin inhaled as he simply hugged his legs closer to his body, looking to the side with tear filled eyes, feeling more emotional than ever. Yeonjun finally returned from his trip, and he should've been happy. But he wasn't, it was the opposite, and he hated that.

"You don't want me anymore.."

"What?"

A moment of silence filled the room as Yeonjun stopped in his tracks, the hand that was brushing over his boyfriend's face froze in the air, hesitantly, and slowly pulling away.

"Soobin, don't say that." The older instantly scolded, furrowing his brows. "It was just a trip, and the time stamps were flipped around. There wasn't much I could do, I was busy. But hey.. maybe I'll get a higher position. And I'm here now, you should be happy."

Meanwhile Soobin just sniffed softly, covering his eyes to prevent himself from embarrassing himself in front of the shorter, it was embarrassing. Yeonjun was right, he should've been happy. But those two weeks of not hearing Yeonjun's voice made him feel a dark pitch in his stomach and heart. He was so used to being held to sleep every night that it felt rather damaging when it wasn't like that. He was so used to it. "I know.. but.. you haven't even touched me or shown any sign of you missing me when you came back.. hurts. I missed you, but you didn't miss me."

"Is that what this is about?"

Yeonjun inhaled as he carefully held Soobin's hand, kissing the corner of his lips before he laid the taller down, thinking. "Sweetheart. Of course I missed you, you're my everything. Looked at your pictures every night.. and I do need you, you're all I can think about." The male carefully hovered on top of his boyfriend as he gave him a warm, reassuring smile. Leaning in to kiss away the cold, sticky tears from Soobin's face, humming lowly. "You want to know how much I missed you?"

"Mhm.." Soobin shivered slightly when his lover kissed his delicate skin, hips already starting to buck up. Maybe this was just what he needed, an orgasm to forget about everything, to see how badly Yeonjun wanted him. "I want you to show me.. how badly you want me.. 'need it." He whispered, squirming under his boyfriend before Yeonjun pinned him down by his hips, nodding. "Okay baby.. I'm going to need you to relax for me then, hm? Let me do all the work.."

And before Soobin knew it, Yeonjun was stripping off all his clothes, leaving him completely naked and tracing down each curve of his body carefully, eyes full of love. "There we go.. my poor baby. You missed this, didn't you? I bet you jerked off whispering my name.. god. If only I could've seen you like that.." Yeonjun inhaled sharply as he thought about his lover pumping his own member needily, mouth agape while his tiny teeth poked out. It was one of his favourite things about Soobin, the way he resembled a bunny. And honestly, it wasn't just his features that reminded him of a bunny, but also the way he bounced on dick whenever he was needy, he always looked so cute when in heat.

"Yes.." Soobin's eyes squinted as his pupils followed each movement Yeonjun made, breathing rather loudly. He was getting so hot that his skin started to radiate heat like a furnace, cheeks red. "You took.. so long.. I was so alone, had to take care of myself.."

"Poor bunny." Yeonjun grinned a bit as he started to take off his own clothes in a slow manner, wanting to tease the other in each way possible. "But you did so good.. you're such a good boy for me. Did you think of me baby? Were you good?"

"Yes.." Soobin panted out again, mouth agape as his hips jerked up in need, wanting to get any sort of friction. But he knew that if he touched himself Yeonjun would scold him. Plus, the older had promised to take care of him, and he trusted him. "Watched old videos of us.. videos you sent me.. listened to your audios, your grunts. Imagined you were there with me.."

"Go on.. you're doing so good.. Keep talking." Yeonjun praised lowly, listening to his boyfriend while he tossed away his clothes. And then, he leaned down to press a dozen of kisses around his lover's thighs, humming softly against his soft skin and inhaling his boyfriend's scent, eyes closed. "Used a dildo.. bounced on it and listened to your voice, closed my eyes.. it felt so real. I needed you.. so bad.."

"I know.." The older inhaled sharply as he pulled away, sitting down on the floor of the end of their shared bed before he pulled his lover towards him by his legs, nose nuzzling into his balls. "But I'm here now.. and you did so.. so good. I'm so proud of you.. the best boy, hm?"

Soobin shivered when he felt Yeonjun's mouth being so close to his crotch, nodding and letting out a quiet cry as his hips jerked into him, trying to force himself inside of the male's mouth. But Yeonjun stopped him, wrapping his arms around the taller's legs. "Do you need me to tie you up? I thought you'd be good, baby. You don't want to be praised?"

"M' sorry.. I'll be good.." Soobin instantly stayed still as Yeonjun continued to kiss his thighs, member twitching in the air. "But you're teasing me.. I've been wanting this for a while and you're.. teasing me.." He protested, chest rising up and down as his doe eyes stared up at the ceiling, aching for more.

"I know, baby. But I want to savour this.. to enjoy this moment. Let me have this, hm? Won't you please hyung?" Yeonjun whispered, watching the way his boyfriend started to whine into his pillow, salivating against the silky white material. "Just like that love.. just stay still and look pretty for me, hm? Doing so good."

Soobin whimpered softly as he squirmed his hips slightly, starting to gasp into the sheets before he suddenly felt a cold sensation against his entrance, making him whine louder. Yeonjun had started to lubricate his entrance carefully, spurting the cold gel against his hole before he rubbed it in with his thumb, blowing softly as well to make the warm area tingle. "The better you are for me the quicker you'll get your release." The older promised, nuzzling into his thigh as he slowly pressed one finger inside of the younger's walls, rubbing and feeling against his prostate.

And soon enough, Soobin started to moan more loudly, back arching towards the ceiling as his legs started to shake, mouth agape. "Need it.. need it.. more.." He whimpered, walls clamping around Yeonjun's finger out of desperation. And soon enough, he felt another finger enter him, making him see stars.

"Shh.. be good and you'll get more. I've told you before.." Yeonjun bit his bottom lip as he started to pump his middle, and index finger into the younger, watching his chest rise up and down as he did his best hitting and rubbing into his boyfriend's gummy spots, eyebrow furrowed in focus. "There you go.."

Soobin's hands gripped onto the warm sheets under him as his mouth stayed open, eyes barely staying open as he finally felt what he had been aching for for days. He knew what Yeonjun said was true, so he did his best to be as good as possible, not moving too much and simply letting the male take care of him so he could have more, whimpering out of satisfaction. And before he knew it, a third finger entered his body, making his cock leak even more precum, dripping down to his abdomen.

"That's my good boy.. doing so good. I'm so proud of you.." Yeonjun whispered against Soobin's thigh, sucking some purple spots onto the skin as he slammed his palm against Soobin's ass, fingers pounding in and out of his walls. But as soon as he heard his boyfriend's voice getting higher and his walls tugging onto him harder he pulled away, watching how Soobin's entrance instantly gaped around nothing, length twitching needily.

When Soobin felt the sudden stop of friction he let out a soft cry, propping himself up onto his forearms so he could look down at his boyfriend, cheeks strained in tears of pleasure. "Wha.. where.. Yeonjun?" The male panted loudly as his member continued to throb, needing to release. But he couldn't, there wasn't any friction that would make him cum. "Shh.." Yeonjun smiled as he climbed on top of his boyfriend, sushing him warmly and rubbing his cock against his entrance, humming at the warm sensation. "So needy.."

"Cock.." Soobin instantly gasped, looking up at his boyfriend when the older pressed their foreheads together, feeling his stomach turn multiple times. There was something about the way Yeonjun stared at him that made him feel small and weak, but in the best way possible. It almost seemed like the older was seeing right through him, taking in his soul with his fierce gaze. But Soobin was soon distracted when he felt Yeonjun's hips harshly slam against him once, crying out loudly while the older let out a loud moan, keeping his boyfriend pressed against him.

"Can't.. I can't- it's too.. big.." Soobin whimpered, letting out quiet whines as Yeonjun carefully rolled himself against the male, wanting to get as deep as possible. "You can.. you've been good this entire time. Why not now? Hm? Look at that.." Yeonjun bit his bottom lip as he looked down at their bodies colliding, letting out a hiss when he noticed the obvious bulge in Soobin's stomach, eyebrows furrowed. "Fuck, baby.."

Soobin winced softly when he felt Yeonjun rub over the bulge, squirming his hips slightly as his mouth stayed agape, gasping needily. "I can't.." He repeated again. But Yeonjun simply pressed his hand against Soobin's mouth, sushing him once more. "You can.. you're taking it so well, love. Be good for me.." Yeonjun inhaled sharply as he pulled his member out, eyes flickering up at his boyfriend every now and then to check on his state before he laid his cock flat against the younger's stomach, watching how his tip reached all the way to his belly button. "It's just like that on the inside as well.. God. That's so fucking hot.."

Soobin stared down at the way Yeonjun compared his size to his stomach as he panted quietly, eager to feel his boyfriend again. "You're so tiny compared to my cock.. can you imagine? Me going in and out of you like this.. so deep. I'm filling you up so good." The older whispered lowly, grabbing his length again before he pressed it against his boyfriend once more. And then, he pulled Soobin towards him by his hips, manhandling him onto his dick. And slowly, he moved the male back and forth, watching how his stomach bulged each time, showing clearly how well he was fucking into the younger.

"Yeonjun-" Soobin cried out as he was moved onto his shaft, arms trembling before his back fell onto the mattress, arms laying flat. "Big.."

"I know.. you're doing so good.. look.. you're taking me so well." The older praised, letting out grunt as he kept Soobin's hips up, moving his boyfriend like a flesh light before he finally let his butt sink down on the mattress, focused. "I'm going to breed you.. going to give you all my babies.." Yeonjun growled as Soobin simply whined, feeling his stomach flutter. And soon enough, Yeonjun started to thrust his hips back and forth, watching how his boyfriend's delicate body moved up and down on the sheets. "Fucking shit.. you'll take them so well.. would be such a pretty daddy.."

Soobin let out a whimper whenever he felt Yeonjun hit the best spots inside of him, voice high and needy as he was fucked into like a toy, mouth open. Due to his boyfriend's big size he felt like he was filled to the brim, as if a thick brick was moving in and out of his body and leaving no room for air. But he loved it, he loved how good Yeonjun made him feel and how he reassured him so much. Sex with him was the best. "I'm going to cum.." The taller whined out, stomach continuing to bulge as Yeonjun rocked his hips back and forth, fingers piercing into his lover's skin. Though he didn't reply, being too focused on listening to Soobin's voice, wanting to hear his orgasm near. And once the male was on the verge of finishing, Yeonjun pulled out again, panting.

Just like before, Soobin let out a cry as his member continued to throb, leaking even more precum while his boyfriend flipped him onto his side, pressing his legs together. "Good boy.. almost. Doing so well, you'll feel so good.." The older whispered, spanking his ass hard once before he pushed himself into his entrance once more, grunting.

Soobin looked down at his member as it laid rock hard against his stomach, gazing down at the way he kept bulging and how he constantly leaked precum, moaning against the sheets loudly. "Good.. almost. Do you want me to breed you, hm? I'll give you.. everything. Fuck. You'll take it so well.. going to make sure you won't miss a drop.." The older murmured, biting his bottom lip as he pounded himself against Soobin's ass, balls slapping against his skin, hard, making the impact even more intense. And before he knew it, Yeonjun was cumming, hard. Pressing himself against his boyfriend as aggressively as possible so he could get as deep as he could, cumming in harsh, long and aggressive spurts. "Fuck-" Yeonjun growled, letting out a whine as well. "All of it.. take all of it.. you'll be.. having my babies.." The older whimpered, digging himself into Soobin's neck where he inhaled his scent and bit onto the skin, moaning as well.

And just like Yeonjun, Soobin came as well. Letting out cries of pleasure as he stained the sheets in thick strokes of white. It was much more than he thought it would be, but that was probably because he held it in for so long. And just like always, Yeonjun was right. Everything felt so much better like this.

After a few minutes of calming down Yeonjun wiped his forehead, taking his member and pulling it out carefully before he tilted Soobin's hips up so no cum would leave him, panting. "Stay like that.." he ordered in a tired, raspy tone. Grabbing one of Soobin's butt plugs and inserting it carefully, grinning at the sight. "Perfect.. you've got it all.. didn't miss a drop. Good boy.. you did so good today.." Soobin simply panted as his boyfriend laid down next to him, pulling him to his chest so he could listen to his heartbeat, gently stroking his hair.

"I'm so proud of you.. did so good, as always. Don't say that I don't want you ever again, hm? I love you so much.." Yeonjun whispered, kissing his lips.

Soobin breathed calmly against his boyfriend's chest as he smiled a bit to his words, humming. "I love you more.. thank you. I needed that.. didn't expect to be so grumpy.." He told honestly, rubbing his eyes a bit before he nuzzled more into the older's warm skin, starting to calm down his breathing. Meanwhile Yeonjun just hummed softly, playing with his hair, eyes full of love. He wished that Soobin would never feel like that again, because he did truly love him. Maybe he just didn't show it in the right ways. Or maybe his boyfriend was just sexually frustrated. But honestly, the cause of it wasn't too important to him at the moment. Right now he was focused on showing Soobin how much he truly did mean to him, rubbing over his waist. "And that's okay.. we've solved it now, hm? And I'm on break.. I'll be all yours for two weeks. Next time don't jump to conclusions yes? Just tell me how you feel and we'll fix it.. my everything."

Soobin hummed quietly as he breathed slowly, closing his eyes. He felt so comforted whenever he was with his boyfriend. And after such an intense orgasm he got really tired. So it was understandable that he fell asleep against Yeonjun's chest within a minute of them talking. It was actually cute, Yeonjun loved it. He loved how he was such a safe place for his lover. And hopefully, he could be that for the rest of Soobin's life.

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To, anon

I hope you enjoyed it and that it fit your expectations. And thank you so much for being my first submission, I enjoyed making this 😚

To, readers

Thank you so much for reading, and as a reminder my submissions are open if you'd like one of these as well. Have a great day, stay hydrated and remember that you're loved.

Thank you!

[cosmickvi]

Praise Kink 🦊🐧 18+

Written for day 3 of Kvigust!

If there was anything that all idols shared, it was the fact that they were constantly hyper aware of themselves. Appearance, attitude, tone, personality, voice, skill, humor, etc. It was exhausting. Kai wasn’t usually prone to being kept up at night from insecure thoughts, but it was becoming more frequent. He caught himself being an internal bully about everything he did. His thoughts repeated insults and worries in endless circles that drove him mad. All he wanted was for it to just stop. He was at the end of his rope and knew that if he didn’t do what he usually did to release these pent up feelings, he would resort to something bad. Something he used to do before finding the safety and security of his headspace.

One night, after an especially brutal loop of self loathing, Kai sought out one of his hyungs. He needed their strong hands to hold his wrists down and their soft voices to play with his mind. He needed to be taken care, yet put in place. It was the only thing he desired. So, Kai exited his hotel room and walked to the door directly across from his own. He put his ear to the dark wood to listen for any snores. If Yeonjun was asleep he would seek out Soobin or Beomgyu instead. A moment later, he hesitantly knocked on the door when there was no sign of sleep.

“Hm? Why aren’t you in bed? Do I need to tuck you in?” Yeonjun grumbled, appearing in the doorway after opening it up. He wasn’t sleeping, but he wasn’t exactly awake either.

“Uhm- I need…you.” Kai murmured. He could feel the punches his thoughts threw at him.

‘He doesn’t want you here. He doesn’t like you. This is stupid. Deal with it yourself. Such a creep. Gross. Ugly. No one wants you.’

“Kai-ah? Hey, come here.” Yeonjun said, as he watched Kai’s eyes avoiding his own and filling with tears. He grabbed his elbow and ushered him inside and over to the bed.

Kai sniveled, sitting up by the headboard with his legs pulled to his chest so he could hide his face in his knees. Yeonjun sat beside him, silently coaxing him to open up. He pet his hair, leant on his shoulder and rubbed his back until Kai was no longer crying. What he didn’t expect was for him to jump up and run into the bathroom, locking the door. Yeonjun didn’t get up right away. He just listened for anything strange. There was nothing but the sound of running water.

“Oh dear…” The oldest sighed. He knew what Kai was doing. Whenever he cried or broke down without intending to, Kai would always flee to the nearest sink to rinse his face off with cold water. He hated crying in front of people. So much so, that he didn’t even want to look like he had been crying once he was calm again. Eventually, the bathroom door eased open and Kai stood by the bed.

“H-Hyung…can we do that- that thing.” Kai asked meekly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Yeonjun tilted his head and hummed inquisitively.

“What thing?” He asked.

“The thing…yknow, like t-take care of me. But, in a different way…” Kai mumbled. A lightbulb practically popped up over Yeonjun’s head.

“Oh! You mean get you into subspace for awhile?” He clarified. Kai nodded shyly.

Yeonjun crawled to the end of the bed and took Kai’s hand, pulling him back on to the bed. They didn’t need to go over ‘why’ Kai was asking for it because he already knew. The negative thoughts were at it again inside his head and he needed help escaping them. Yeonjun was proud of Kai for coming directly to him instead of burying it down until it came out explosively in an inappropriate setting. In the past that had happened.

They would never forget when they were backstage at an award show, two thirds of the way through the night, when Kai interpreted a flat facial expression sent his way as one of disgust. It lit the fuse to the bomb. He dropped to the floor of the small room they had to be in and sobbed uncontrollably. He started wailing about how much he hated himself, that he was the worst person on Earth. He begged for Yeonjun and Soobin to make it stop, referring to them both as “Daddy” in front of multiple staff members. It was a mess they all learned from.

So, without further hesitation, Yeonjun cupped Kai’s cheek and gave his forehead a soft kiss. It had been a long time since they had a chance to be so close.

“I’ll take care you, baby. Just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” Yeonjun whispered.

“Mhm.” Kai mumbled, already feeling a little lost within the close contact of their bodies.

“Good boy. Now, take all this off and lay down for me.”

Kai nodded silently, his heart fluttering from the first praise of the night. He followed Yeonjun’s directions and removed all of his clothing, leaving nothing between his skin and the silky bed sheets. Yeonjun removed only his shirt to make Kai feel less exposed and laid down on his side next to him, hooking one leg over Kai’s thigh. He started by running his hand over his plush chest, avoiding his perked up nipples and leaving wet kisses along his jaw and down his blushing neck. Kai inhaled shakily, his body quickly warming up and responding to the touches.

“Hmm, already getting hard? Just for me?” Yeonjun murmured against his ear. Kai nodded and glanced down at his cock. It was starting to swell up on its own, resting partially on the top of high thigh.

It twitched when Yeonjun flicked his nipples, and squished them between his fingertips. Yeonjun chuckled and nipped the edge of his ear, dragging his hand down from his chest, over his stomach, and down further to his balls. He held them lightly for a second before nudging them out of the way so he prod at his perineum. Kai parted his legs slightly, not missing the pressure of Yeonjun’s own half hard cock pushing harder into his thigh.

“I didn’t even have to ask. So smart, baby.”

Kai continued to let himself relax under Yeonjun’s careful touches, but he still felt too close to the surface of his normal conscious. He wanted to be drowning in Yeonjun’s voice, following every direction, earning the reward soon to come. It was harder to let go when Yeonjun was so focused on making his body feel good, accidentally going quiet.

“I- I want you to talk more…please.” Kai requested bashfully.

“Need some taking down?” Yeonjun asked thoughtfully.

“Yeah. Jus’ still thinking too much.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Those thoughts won’t be around much longer.“

Kai felt Yeonjun pull away to settle himself between his legs instead. His hands massaged the soft combination of fat and muscle built up upon his bones, as he wet his tongue before taking Kai’s cock into his mouth. He moved his tongue lazily along the underside of his shaft and bobbed his head slowly. Kai’s cock wasn’t larger than his own, so Yeonjun didn’t even blink when his hips bucked harshly and pushed it further into his mouth. Kai hissed, now fully hard and grabbed a fistful of Yeonjun’s hair. Yeonjun batted his hand away and pulled off, making Kai whine pathetically.

“You’re not in charge, mister. Aww, look how flustered your face is, tears already in your eyes. You’re my good little boy, aren't you? so obedient just for me, letting me do anything i want to.” Yeonjun purred, absentmindedly spreading his salvia around Kai’s dick with his hand.

“Yes, M’good.” Kai mewled.

“That’s right, now let Hyung taste you for awhile.” That didn’t sound right to Kai.

“Not Hyungie…just Daddy.” Yeonjun smirked at those words and chuckled, going right back to suck him off.

“Then be a good boy and watch Daddy.

Kai’s breaths steadily grew faster and lighter, his belly clenching and jumping everytime Yeonjun swallowed. He watched with half lidded eyes, occasionally lifting his head up from the pillows to get a better look at the man between his legs, only to dramatically drop it back. Kai’s thoughts blurred into a mess of spilled ink, as Yeonjun finally filled up his mind. He brought him all the way to the brink of an orgasm, and suddenly pulled away completely, making a cock ring with his fingers around the base of his dick.

“Ennhhh! D-Daddy noooo!” He moaned loudly, groaning and panting.

“Did you think I was going to let you cum? I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, baby. If you’re good, like I know you can be, Daddy will let you cum.” Yeonjun explained tantalizingly. He ignored Kai’s protests and shoved his fingers into his mouth. Kai instantly sucked them, like it was second nature, and got them drenched for him.

“Knees up and apart. There you go.”

Yeonjun took both wet fingers and pressed the tips of them against Kai’s hole, moaning in the back of his throat at the sight of Kai arching his back in an attempt to get them inside faster. He licked a strip up his reddening cock, and applied more pressure until they breached the tight muscle. Kai practically sobbed, toes curling into the mattress from the burn. He could take it. He knew he could take it. He was going to be a good boy, a perfect boy.

“Just relax, let that cute hole of yours loosen up a little. You’re doing so well.” Yeonjun praised, kissing the side of his thigh.

“Daddy~” Kai squealed, his dick leaking as he was suddenly pulled back into the boiling of being milliseconds away from coming.

“You sound so beautiful, baby. Take my fingers a little more, you can do it. Don’t cum, yet…Good boys do what they’re told.” Yeonjun challenged him. He could feel Kai’s muscles spasming throughout the lower half of his body, but he wanted to see how much longer he could hold back.

Kai snapped his thighs closed, only for Yeonjun to block them with his broad shoulders. He tsked, but didn’t take his away his hands. Kai whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Yeonjun slid his fingers halfway out and pushed them back in at an angle to make Kai yelp. He was so warm inside, practically on fire. Yeonjun would fuck him dumb if he had the energy, but this wasn’t about him. This was about making Kai feel special and loved.

“Ahh! Oh my god!!” Kai groaned from the way Yeonjun picked up the pace of his hand, properly fingering him. Tears rolled down the sides of his head and into his ears, but he hardly noticed. He was long gone.

“Good job, doing so good for me. So pretty and sexy. Feels good? Yeah? I want to see you cum, baby. I want to feel you cum in my mouth.” Yeonjun said, spitting on his fingers to keep them slick before slotting Kai’s cock between his lips again.

Kai unabashedly thrust his hips up into Yeonjun hot mouth, effectively fucking his throat while fucking himself down harder on his fingers. He wasn’t even coherent anymore, blubbering nonsense and letting out whiny cries over and over again. All he could focus on was the intensity flaming inside his body, screaming to explode. It nearly started to drive him crazy, but right before it could, he was arching his back and flooding Yeonjun’s mouth full of cum.

“AH-Hh! Mhnn! Mn! Mmhmm! Ahh! D-Da”

Yeonjun diligently worked him through his orgasm, leaving him trembling like a leaf as he swallowed the entirety of his load. He carefully removed his fingers from Kai’s hole and helped his baby sit up. Kai was basically jelly, whimpering and crying from the after shocks, as he felt Yeonjun holding him against his chest.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you. Daddy’s not going anywhere, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you…well, I’m always proud of you.” He soothed gently, going as far as rocking him and Kai side to side.

“You’re such a good listener, made all those sounds I love, too.” He whispered.

Yeonjun gave Kai the time he needed to properly catch his breath all while showering him in endless praise, which felt like sunshine on the boys skin. Kai basked in it; mindlessly soaking in the love radiating from his hyung. He felt safe, protected, and relieved. Yeonjun’s arms were there to hold him as long as he needed him to, or to pick him back up when he fell.

“Hm…Hyungie sleepy.” Kai murmured after calming down a significant amount and slowly returning to his senses.

“I bet!” Yeonjun chuckled. “Only good boys get this tired after coming, hm?”

“Only good boys.” Kai agreed, already nodding off.

[enimsiyobeht]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE? txt hard thought.

synopsis : txt ot5 (separately) x amab reader! & their favorite position. minor breath play/choking (yj), against a mirror (yj), subtle exhibitionism & dacryphilia if you squint (yj), reader calls yj a slut once, degradation (yj), risky setting (bin), praise (bin), implied multiple rounds (bin), pet name; bunny (bin), sleepy sex (gyu), cockwarming (gyu), subtle breeding kink (gyu), risky setting (tae), minor bondage (tae), one occurrence of spanking & denial of orgasm (tae), vanilla intimate sex (kai), subtle breeding kink if you squint (kai).

YEONJUN & standing doggy, against a mirror.

His palms brace against the cool hotel bathroom mirror, muscles trembling as you fuck into him from behind. You’ve got one hand gripping his throat, just tight enough to keep him present, and the other pushing his lower back down to arch him deeper.

“Look at yourself,” you growl against the shell of his ear. “Look how desperate you are.”

Yeonjun’s lips are swollen from earlier kisses, parted in messy moans that fog the glass. His eyeliner's smudged, his cheeks streaked with sweat—and you love it. His cock bounces with every thrust, untouched, but leaking.

“God, you love being watched, don’t you? Little slut for the camera—too bad this mirror’s the only audience you get.”

He whines, trying to roll his hips back into you, but you grab his jaw and force him to lock eyes with his own reflection. “Don’t look away. You’re going to watch yourself come undone.”

And he does—crying out as he finishes untouched, legs shaking as your rhythm grows merciless.

SOOBIN & reverse cowgirl, on a chair.

You’re seated in a creaky wooden chair in the practice breakroom—hours past midnight, doors locked, lights low. Soobin’s in your lap, facing away, thighs spread wide over yours as he sinks down on your cock with a soft, open-mouthed gasp.

“You always take me so well, baby,” you murmur, hands gripping his hips. “So eager to ride, even when you’re sore.”

Soobin’s eyes flutter shut, head tilted back as he starts to grind in slow circles, the curve of his back on display. You can see everything—his flushed neck, his cock twitching against his stomach, the way his ass bounces just slightly with each desperate movement.

When he gets too shaky to move, you take over—thrusting up into him while your grip tightens, holding him down so he can’t escape the overstimulation.

“Just sit there, bunny. Let me use you. You don’t need to do anything but take it.”

Soobin moans helplessly, fingers digging into your thighs. “D-Don’t stop. Wanna feel it… wanna feel you stay inside.”

BEOMGYU & lazy, sideways spooning.

The dorm is quiet. You’re spooned up behind Beomgyu on his bed, one hand lazily wrapped around his waist as you grind into him slowly, hips rolling with a sleepy rhythm.

His back arches into you, body relaxed and pliant. “You feel so good,” he breathes, voice slurred with pleasure. “Don’t stop, please…”

The angle has you pressing against that perfect spot over and over, dragging moans from him with ease. His legs twitch every time you bottom out.

“I won’t,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “I’m gonna stay inside all night. Fill you up and keep you full.”

Beomgyu moans at that, hips stuttering. “Fuck… yes. Want it, wanna be full of you.”

He’s clenching down with every thrust, warm and tight, whimpering as you rub circles into his hip. You don’t stop until he’s trembling, covered in sweat, and begging through broken breaths.

Afterward, you hold him close, still buried deep, his back sticky against your chest as he falls asleep with a blissed-out smile.

TAEHYUN & bent over a desk, one leg lifted.

The room still smells faintly of sweat and wood polish. Practice ended hours ago, but you stayed late—because Taehyun asked for it.

Now, he’s bent over a desk, arms tied behind his back with your belt, one leg lifted onto the edge to give you better access. His shirt is bunched around his waist, exposing his flushed back and trembling thighs.

“You sure about this?” you ask lowly, even as your cock teases his hole.

“Please,” he grits out, looking back at you. “Make me beg.”

You thrust in hard, deep, and his breath chokes out. He moans louder than he means to, biting his lip as you set a brutal pace. The position stretches him open in a way that leaves him wrecked—and you make it worse by staying silent, letting his own noises fill the room.

When he starts getting close, you pull out and spank him once, dragging your cock against his twitching hole. “Not yet.”

Taehyun whimpers, body trembling in restraint. “Fuck… please. I can’t—I need it.”

Only then do you slam back in and fuck him until he’s sobbing, cock untouched but spilling across the desk.

HUENING KAI & seated lotus position.

Your hotel room is dim, soft music playing in the background as Huening Kai sits in your lap, chest to chest. Your arms wrap tightly around him, guiding his hips slowly as he takes you in inch by inch.

“It’s okay,” you whisper when he gasps. “I’ve got you. Just let me feel you.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and buries his face in your neck, cock flushed against your stomach. Every time you thrust up, he shivers and lets out a soft, broken whimper.

“I love this,” he whispers. “Being this close. It’s like… you’re inside my heart too.”

You smile softly against his temple and thrust just a little harder. “I’m not letting you go, baby.”

His nails dig into your back, thighs clenching. “Please,” he breathes. “Please don’t pull out.”

You fuck him deep, slow and aching, until he’s trembling in your arms, sobbing your name as he cums between you—held tight, worshiped, completely yours.

a/n : do y'all like this layout .... trying something new after passing my exam today 👉👈.

[oimitocat]

IN YOUR OCEAN | OS

choi yeonjun x m!reader

friends with benefits + TOXIC relationships + cheating + emotional abuse + smut + angst + childhood friends + non-idol!au + crying

a/n; oo my heartu, lmk what y’all think ;)

maybe loving the way your gaze falls on his skin isn’t the right thing to do. maybe smiling when you comment on how pretty he looks as he lays beneath you shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat. maybe, just maybe, eating up your praises will give him a stomach.

normally it does, especially when he sees that you leave and go straight to that girl that stole you from him. he doesn’t want to think about it. maybe he eats up everything you give him, every single time, in hopes to forget the truth. to forget the reality.

“open better baby,” you says with a teasing smile as you pull him down by his hips.

he obeys because why wouldn’t he please the love of his life? he lets out a soft sigh as you push inside. he watches you tenderly as you caress the inside of his thighs, helping him ease on you again. it’s been a while since you’ve come to his room, to his home and payed him any mind.

he knew you were busy, with your new job and everything.

“ah-“ he shakes beneath you as you thrust into him, caged under your arms.

he throws his head back as your hips fall down to meet his. the friction his sensitive dick receives when grazing against the softness of your stomach makes him moan. you grin down at him as he comes undone, ignoring the light stings from his nails scratching your back.

“baby,” he moans, “y/n-“

“you close? already?” you tease, hoisting yourself with one arm, the other one coming between your bodies. your fingers glide across the underside of his hard-on. “i haven’t even touched you,” you tease as his eyes roll back.

“missed you,” he babbles as you keep ruining him.

“yeah?” you breathe out, leaning into his face.

he nods, “mmgh, so much.” his breath stutters and you feel his walls flutter around you, “missed you so much.”

you grunt softy, the feeling of him constricting around you every now and then causing an exhilarating feeling. you thrust faster, bracing yourself on the mattress sheets again. the bed creeks at every thrust and yeonjun whimpers as your brutal pace quickens. he looks so pretty as he receives everything you give him.

you nuzzle his neck with your nose before peppering kisses on his sweaty skin. you leave a hickey somewhere there before focusing on the buildup of your climax. his warmth hugs your dick just right and when he orgasms, you groan lovingly at how his walls flutter again.

“so good, baby,” you praise him as you release your load deep in his velvety walls.

he whines softly at the praise, trembling when your hand comes between you again to gently milk his soft dick.

“so pretty,” you say softly, smiling at him.

you’re not lying, yeonjun is beautiful. with his sweaty hair matted on his forehead, his plump lips glazed with saliva. the flush on his cheeks from exertion. his shy smile — you kiss him again, a slow and tender make-out session as you’re deep inside him still. he moans softly into the kiss, your hand caresses his side as you explore his mouth with tour tongue.

this is your routine.

coming to him to come undone amidst his sheets. you smile as he slips on his fresh clothes- you come undone with him wherever inside his home. he let’s you. in his bathtub, in his living room, in his kitchen. wherever you look, chances are high you’ve fucked him there before.

he dries his hair, both of you walk into the kitchen after a shower. there’s a serenity that envelops both of you as night falls outside. you receive the delivery from a restaurant you had ordered from shortly before you and yeonjun showered.

he sets up the table, you kiss his cheek as you take your seat. it’s peaceful. something you had missed.

before becoming what you two are now — friends with benefits — he is your longest friend. childhood friend even, you know him better than anyone and anything. he’s a popular guy, well known wherever he goes. yeonjun is a dance instructor, also a part-time model. he’s more busy than you are.

still, the reason you haven’t came by for a while isn’t because of his busy life.

“y/n…” he says carefully, “what’s the deal with that girl?”

“what girl,” you ask boredly as you eat your teriyaki.

he chews slowly, eyeing you tentatively. “you know who i’m talking about.” he wants to accuse you, but he really just wants to know what the deal is. “are you two going to-“

“why do you have to bring her up after what we did? seriously, are you trying to start a fight? i don’t see you for weeks and you have the audacity to tell me i’m causing you problems?”

he sits up straigher, eyes wide. “no-! i just- i-if you have someone else then i don’t want to be having sex with you-“

“so you’re saying we’re done? i post a girl once and you think i have something with her? since when have i given you a reason to believe i want someone else?”

yeonjun’s eyes tremble, why are the two of you arguing? this isn’t what he wanted. “i’m not saying that- we agreed that if- if someone shows up then we’ll stop.”

“okay and i’ll let you know if that time comes. heavy on the if,” you glare, “stop trying to get rid of me like you don’t know how much i like you.”

something boils in the pit of his stomach, “you tell me that but we’ve been going in circles for the last year! if you want her then-“

“yah,” you slam your hand down, making him tense up. you lean in and eye him down, silently liking how quiet he becomes, “let’s look at the truth of this, i see you more than her. you matter more than her. i’m here with you, why are you painting me like the worst person out there when i’m actually not?”

yeonjun swallows, something stirs in his stomach. he doesn’t look up at you, staring down at his bowl. “..it… doesn’t change the fact you see her regardless-“

“so if i were to have an actual interest on someone, you’d want me to block you out my life?” you scoff, resting back on your chair, “so what? you want me out of your life that bad you come up with-“

“no!” he looks at you, “i-i don’t but-“

“then end of discussion,” you say sternly.

he stares at your dark orbs, his chest empty. he feels like he was backed into a corner with nowhere to go and only allowed to accept what was given. like a kicked puppy that knows he was just kicked, just hurt, but doesn’t process it and keeps wagging it’s tail.

“yeonjun…”

he swallows, looking at you with uncertainty.

“you’re more important to me than anyone else. you know that, we’ve been together all our lives basically, has nothing proved my love for you?”

“i…” he fidgets, looking down at his fingers, “just don’t make me feel like i’m a toy….”

“i would never, you’re silly for thinking that, baby.”

your hand comes to cup the side of his face, he closes his eyes and nuzzles into it. maybe he is going about this all wrong. maybe he read too much into it? he knows there are plenty of fish in the ocean, but you caught him. there’s no way you’d throw him back in… right?

“can i kiss you, junnie?”

and he nods.

and he ends up back in bed with you.

you’ve fallen into the pattern of doing this— leaving him on delivered. it’s not like he answers you quick either, then again you only text him back when he’s at work. meaning he’ll obviously answer late and by then you already know he believes you’re not free anymore. it’s mean.

it’s toxic.

at least he’s mature about it. somewhat.

you don’t post the girl, who’s actually you’re partner. if you do, you make sure you blocked yeonjun and any mutual friends. you never truly wanted to get in a relationship with her, it kind of just happened. you were hooking up with her and one day you decided to ask in hopes she’d turn you down and you could finally cut her off. after all, you were only seeking her out for sex.

in the end, she accepted.

and now you’re stuck with an annoying woman that won’t stop demanding your attention and love. somehow, you don’t mind. she’s not exactly someone you want to marry one day.

yet, you can’t find it in you to break up with her or leave yeonjun. definitely not the latter, why would you leave yeonjun? he’s everything to you.

so… why can’t you show it?

“flowers?” he asks when you appear at his door after four days of ignoring him.

“not as pretty as you,” you tease, stealing a kiss from him.

he smiles. it’s strange though, something you can’t point out.

“not as pretty as lina,” he says, smile gone.

his hands clutch the flowers. you groan.

“seriously? you’re still on about that?”

he looks disappointed, you hate it. “she has a highlight of you-“

“we’re close, that’s all. don’t you have one of me too? you and i aren’t dating.”

it stings. yeonjun looks hurt. you feel hurt. you sure have the audacity to.

“junnie stop worrying about stuff that has nothing to do with you and me-“

he steps aside when you try to lean in for a kiss. “and what are you and me?” he says, “you ignore me then you come and only seek me out for sex-“

“hey,” you huff, “that is not the only reason. i care about you, clearly you don’t care about me. all you do is jump to conclusions instead of trying to figure out the truth.”

yeonjun falters, “i… y/n… i just…” he looks away when tears fill his eyes, “i don’t want to be just… just this.”

“and you won’t baby,” you lie easily, pulling him by the waist to guide him. “can’t you believe me?”

his facial expression says enough. you kiss him, he’s tense. yet, you embrace him softly and whisper sweet nothings into his skin…. into his soul.

“y/n…” he breathes out as you kiss down his neck.

his shirt is off, so is yours. his pants are somewhere across the floor, so are yours. you caress the inside of his thigh.

you dedicate yourself to pleasing yeonjun and opening him up until the other begs you to stop and give him more. amused, you observe yeonjun’s pretty hole, loving how he gradually sucks your dick. you always analyze his expressions, ensuring that he doesn't feel pain or that it is an uncomfortable experience for him.

once completely inside him, you begin to shower kisses all over his face, whispering words of love. after soft affirmation you begin to move inside him, soon directing your thrusts to that spot that makes yeonjun roll his eyes from pleasure.

"faster, harder. give me more, please."

his pretty sounds always make you lose your mind and adopt an even faster and harder pace, fucking him mercilessly. you liter his skin with hickeys and bites. your fingers play with his nipples and he trembles ferociously below you as you do as you please. his thighs tremble every time he orgasms and he shakes his head when you don’t stop your pace.

“y/n-!” he squeaks as you grip his hips and pound into him. his back arched and he thrashes below you from overstimulation.

“you can handle it baby,” you lick your teeth with a smile, “you’ll always handle me, right?”

“a-always- ngh-“ he shudders.

“nothing will change us baby,” you whisper as you spill inside him from the stimulation of his walls fluttering around you from his second orgasm. “if this isn’t enough for you to believe me, i don’t know what.”

“promise?” yeonjun asks with a pant.

“promise,” you kiss his lips, “at the end of the day i always come to you. only you.”

yeonjun stares at you past half-lidded eyes. his heart believes you. he closes his eyes as you pull out. he doesn’t feel empty, you easily manage to make him feel full. he eats up your promises again. but…

at the end of the day….

yeonjun stares at the picture of you and lina. the way her slender fingers cup your face as she kisses you. the way a promise ring sits beautifully on her ring finger.

he turns his phone off and chokes on a sob.

he’ll only be wanted by you. never loved.

[heartchoi]

himbo!yeonjun who doesn't even realize that you’re thirsting over him in broad daylight …

it would be summer, the blazing sun leading yeonjun to wear a loose tank top while you two hang out, showing off his defined arm muscles as he talks to you about some movie he watched recently.

the thing is... you can barely even register what he's talking about. hell, you can't even hear the words leaving his lips, eyes trying their hardest to maintain eye contact with him. but it doesn’t work; your eyes somehow trail down to his biceps like magnets.

there’s something that attracts you to his muscles, but you can’t quite pinpoint it. perhaps he could manhandle you, using his strength to put you into any position he desires; missionary, doggy, mating press, you’re sure he could do it without any trouble. you’re willing to let him put you into any position he likes, all pliant, just for him.

you don’t notice you’re staring until yeonjun waves a large hand in front of your face — damn, even that looks good. his hands would be great for a necklace.

yeonjun has a puzzled look on his face, eyebrows twisted in confusion. “are you okay?” he asks. “is it too hot? do i need to get you some water?” yeonjun questions, slowly becoming worried. you shake your head no as you feel your skin heat up from embarrassment, but yeonjun takes it the wrong way.

“gosh, you look like you’re burning up! i’ll get you some water, i’ll be right back.” he assures you, getting up quickly to find a bottle of water somewhere.

fuck. maybe you’ll have to tell him the real reason sooner or later, he might be willing to try if you’re lucky.

[yeonjune]

A short animation written and dubbed by TXT (+ their staff).

[oracle-of-dream]

Boy Toy

Minors DNI

Summary: Yeonjun, the face of Vogue magazine, loves it when you come to visit him. You're the only client he'll allow to see him at his apartment, and the only one he lets touch him the way you like. As long as you keep bringing him things to keep him happy...

Warnings: Model!Boytoy!Yeonjun x Rich!M!Reader, Discipline, Degradation, Yeonjun is materialistic, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation, Rimming & Handjob (YJ rec.), Sub YJ

Wordcount: 1.9k

Your phone chimed in your pocket as you stepped onto the sidewalk. It had been a pretty busy day for you, running in and out of meetings, but the stress instantly melted away when you got the notification.

YJ: Hey, Baby! Are you still coming to see me today?

YN: Yes, Baby Boy, just stay there. I'm going to bring you something today.

YJ: Like what? Any hints?

YN: You mentioned you wanted me to buy you some clothes, so I did.

YJ: Prada or YSL? You know I don't do Gucci anymore. It's not my style.

YN: Not telling. You'll see it when I get there.

You smiled as you put your phone back into your pocket. Yeonjun hated being teased when it came to presents. He'd probably start blowing up your phone, sending slutty pictures of himself to coax the secret out of you. Just more for you to look at.

The valet opened the car door for you as you approached. The driver knew where Yeonjun lived, so you didn't bother telling him where to go. There was a shopping bag in the backseat with you. Peeking inside, were the clothes you'd promised your favorite boy toy. He was going to look delicious in it, even without trying.

As you predicted, the car ride was silent except for your phone vibrating in your pocket.

YJ: Are you ignoring me???

YJ: Baby?

YJ: That's not fair! I wanna show you my photos from my recent photoshoot. Can you please look?

You looked at his messages and could hear the sound of his voice whining and begging in your head.

YN: Okay, okay. Show me.

YJ: Okay, try not to get too hard~

Your eyes popped at his photos.

This was pretty different from the way he described the photoshoot to me...

YN: It's a little more revealing than I thought.

YJ: I guess it was hehe! You should've been there when they started dripping honey all over me

YJ: There was so much honey. And it was super sticky and thick. Super hot really. I complained that I didn't want cold honey poured on me, so they even warmed it. Which just made it stickier. To protect the clothes, I stripped and finished nude.

How would you not get hard from the pictures? But with that image in your head on top!? Yeonjun was covered in warm honey, hands softly spreading it over his body. His feet, his hips, even his cute perky nipples. He must've been moaning like a total slut the entire time.

You were so caught up in your imagination that you didn't realize you'd completely started ignoring Yeonjun.

YJ: Hello?

YJ: Did I break you?

YJ: Or are you mad that all those staff got to touch and rub honey on me? If it makes it better, no one touched me. I dipped my hand in honey and touched myself~

YJ: Only you can touch me like that.

You couldn't look at your phone. Every message was covered in Yeonjun's horny energy.

YJ: Are you beating your dick right now? In the car? Show me!

While you did have a reputation to uphold, that didn't stop you from lifting your waistband on your pants and showing Yeonjun his effect on you.

YJ: Oh~ Another happy toy for me to play with when you get here!

YN: Just wait till I get there, Princess.

You turned off your phone and tried to calm yourself down. Staring out the window for the rest of the ride, but every time you blinked you could see Yeonjun.

Getting to your destination, a tall luxury condo building. It was all black and covered with windows. Yeonjun's room was on the 60th floor. You paid for his apartment so you could always know where to find him. Yeonjun never forgets his obligations to satisfy you as a part of his end of the agreement.

You stride in, moving quickly, the building staff greets you politely but you pay them little mind. The elevator for VIPs was already open and waiting for you. Stepping inside, you swiped your card and pressed the floor number. The elevator moved quickly up the shaft and opened directly into Yeonjun's apartment.

The blinds were open, letting in the sunset through the large windows. The deep brown hardwood floor spread out into the living room; there was a black piano, white couches, and a soft white rug. On the couch was Yeonjun, smiling devilishly at you with a cup of red wine.

He stood and slowly prowled to you, "Welcome home, Babe."

You walked forward to meet him, "I half expected you to be naked when I got here."

"I can still do that," Yeonjun raised an eyebrow as he pressed his body against you. He wore short shorts and a large jacket, giving the illusion he wasn't wearing pants. Pressing his chest against you, he arched his back to let you look down to see he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath his jacket.

"Naughty," You kissed his soft lips, the taste of alcohol and honey mixing on your tongue. "Honey?"

"Yes?" Yeonjun cooed.

"No, you, honey," You patted his head, "I mean, you did eat honey today?"

Yeonjun smiled again, bigger than before, "Maybe? And maybe I saved some for you to have." He looked down to see the bag in your hands, "But first..."

The bag was in his hands before you could hand it to him. He skipped to the couch and laid on his stomach to dump everything out to see it.

A pair of handcuffs, a police hat, and a slutty police uniform.

"Really? Roleplay," Yeonjun giggled, "Didn't take you for the type."

You shrugged, "Seeing you wear all those cute clothes in the magazines made me want to see you in something just for me."

Yeonjun unzipped out of his jacket and slipped out of his shorts. The shirt was small and tight, with the shorts showing off his cute ass. He flipped the hat on his head and spun the cuffs on his finger.

"You have the right to remain silent, sir," He winked.

You laughed at his cute acting, "Actually, the cuffs are still for you."

He looked taken aback, but Yeonjun flipped the switch instantly. He tossed the cuffs at you and sat you down on the couch. "It's kinda backward for the cop to be cuffed," He giggled.

You pulled him onto your lap as you put his hands behind his back, looking into his eyes as you latched them around his wrists. "Well, this cop has been bad. Guilty of being a slut in front of other people, without permission. So now you have to get punished."

You turned Yeonjun to face away from you and lay on the couch face down, ass up. The way he squirmed, he loved every second of you treating him roughly. You ripped his shorts off, the sound of the fabric tearing made him shudder.

The sight you were met with was Yeonjun's hole shiny and dripping.

"What's this?" You stick a finger inside your boy toy, which slides in easily. Thrusting in another finger and fucking him with them, Yeonjun's body shook and pushed against your hand to get deeper. When you pulled your hand away, it dripped with a thick clear liquid. That smelled like honey...

"No way–" You put your mouth to it and let your tongue taste. It was honey, and lots of it invested inside of him. "Is this a surprise for me?"

"Yeah, a super special one~" Yeonjun moaned as you lapped at this hole, drinking and tasting the liquid he's stored inside himself. "E-Easy, if you're too rough..."

You paused, "You'll cum? Like that will stop me from enjoying my gift." You dove back in, holding Yeonjun so he couldn't run away from you and you let another hand stroke his cock that was leaking all over the couch.

He was trying to control himself, but Yeonjun couldn't fight against the pleasure that was climbing inside him. He started to drool as his moans got more frequent and high-pitched, "Please– Oh God! You're so good, I'm gonna cum. Daddy, please–" Yeonjun's voice caught in his throat as his cock twitched and shot cum on the fabric of the couch. It drenched your hand as you stroked him, but you didn't stop until he was almost kicking.

Stopping to let him catch his breath, you stripping.

Yeonjun tried to flip over but you pushed him down on his stomach, his cum sticking to his skin.

"We're not done here," You chuckled as you stroked yourself, using Yeonjun's cum and the honey to slick yourself up.

"I-I think we can break– Just for a moment?" He squirmed but you didn't let him up.

"You were so slutty before. Sending me naughty photos in the car, wanting me to jerk off for you in the car, and even being practically naked when waiting for me to get home." You poke your tip at his hole, "We're not done, at all."

You pushed yourself inside him, feeling the honey coat you as your toy's warm walls closed down on you.

You rub Yeonjun's shoulders as you feel him tense up, "Now, make sure you're strong for me. I don't think I should hold back anymore..."

He couldn't form much of a response, mostly whimpering your name and faintly begging for more.

Who were you to deny your lovely toy what he was begging for. You pulled on his wrists, making the cuffs dig into him, and you harshly plowed him. You could tell you were hitting the right spots from the way his mouth swung open and his eyes rolled.

"Oh? Like that? You're doing amazing, Baby Boy."

Yeonjun's legs wormed their way around you and he arched his back, letting you his deeper. You grabbed his hips to lock him in place and pulled out almost completely before slamming back into him. Knocking the breath right out of him.

"Oh, holy fucking shit– Please, wait a second–" Yeonjun begged.

But you were too far gone to hear him. You moved quicker, "I know you can take it, stay strong for me, Baby." You leaned down, pressing your body onto his back, and kept thrusting, "This will teach you not to slut yourself out to people. Only me. You're mine."

Hearing that sent your toy over the edge. The friction of the couch and you slamming him made Yeonjun cum all over, somehow even more than before.

"You came twice before I got to once?" You bite at his ear, "How unfair. Now I'm gonna fill you up, my little cumdump."

Yeonjun's reply was a strained moan, his eyes sealed shut and his mouth pouring out profanity between moans. Pressing yourself tightly against him, your arms wrapped around him, you released into him with a heavy groan. You rode out your high, still moving your hips, leaving your toy mewling.

You brushed his hair with your fingers softly as he calmed down. Still inside of him, you picked him up and laid him on your lap. His face streaked with tear-stains but he still had his playful smile.

“Always a good time,” he sighed, as Yeonjun rested his head on your shoulders.

“Anything for a toy as precious as you.”

“Am I really just a toy?”

“You think you deserve to be more than that?”

Yeonjun nuzzled into your neck, “We can be more… exclusive. I surely don’t mind.”

“But you still want gifts when I see you, don’t you?”

He pecked your lips, “You know me so well!”

You laughed, “fine then, you’re all mine then. My sweet boy.”

“Now, can you carry me to the bathtub? I wanna bath, and maybe you can wash me.”

Yeonjun giggled with glee as you moved him upstairs for a bath and maybe a second round…

[sunohws]

irresistible - choi soobin

pairing: top!biker!soobin x m!reader

synopsis: After receiving a phone call from the Hospital, you find out your ex-boyfriend had gotten into a minor accident. You also find out that is impossible to resist him.

genre: smut, minors dni.. please stay away. its kind of angsty idk

word count: 3.1k

a/n: made this while listening to maze in the mirror and happily ever after. my ears were busting from that eargasm. I was waiting for skipping stones to play but unfortunately it never came... also this is super SUPER long.

The workday was coming to an end. You found yourself fantasizing about your night. You in your cozy pajamas with some fried chicken and the new episode of his favorite tv show. A great way to end your work week. Your favorite way in fact.

You were just about done with your paperwork. Just ironing out the final details. So close to going home for the night. Your phone began to ring. It was an unknown number, so you ignored it. You continued the work until the same number rang again. You thought 'Maybe they have the wrong number and will figure it out soon.'  However, the phone rang again.

You sigh in frustration and annoyance as you pick up your phone to answer this troublesome caller.

"Hello?" You says with a huff.

"Is this Kim... Y/N?" The voice on the phone speaks. You were just about to hang up. You aren't really interested in whatever program they want to sign you up on.

Regardless he continues the conversation, "Yes this is he. Who is this?" You ask.

"Hi I'm Yoon Dayoung. I'm from Asan Medical Care. You are the emergency contact for Choi Soobin."

"Soobin?! What happened!?" You panic. You shoot out of your chair in shock. Your heart racing at the sudden movement and the anticipation of the verdict.

"Mr. Choi was in a motorcycle accident. From what we can see, he is alright. He has some minor bruises and some wounds. His in the bed now being treated. We need someone to pick him up. He should be ready to be released in a few hours or so."

"O-ok! I'm on my way now!" You jolt out of your chair. Grabbing your jacket on the way out. You squeeze out a jumbled sentence to your manager about an emergency at the hospital on your way out.

While on the road, your adrenaline cooled, and anger raised. You began cursing out Soobin. You were angry for his recklessness. You were angry that you were still the emergency contact. But most of all you were angry that Soobin scared him. You thought you'd lost him. Just thinking that brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you'd been broken up for a few months now. But there was still love in your heart for the man.

When you made it to the hospital, you checked in with the same receptionist who had called prior. She told you where to find him. And off you went. Your mind had simmered when you saw Soobin.

He was laying in the hospital bed with a few bandages wrapped around his body. One around his right wrist. Another across his chest. A few band aids on his head and arms. You had analyzed every part of Soobin that was hurt.

When you walked all the way in Soobin was asleep, most likely due to the amount of medication they had given him. So, you sat down in a chair near him and waited for the raven-haired man to awaken.

A few hours had past, the sun set and the night cooled. Soobin decided to open his eyes.

"Y-Y/N?" His voiced crooked.

"Oh. You're up. That's good. I'll go get the doctor." You respond back.

"Wait-what are you doing here?"

"Apparently I'm still your emergency contact?" You say before he walks out the door. You left Soobin there to sit in embarrassment.

While he waits for You to return. He sits up with a groan and a curse. Soobin swivels his head around to get a look at the time.

9:45 it reads. He wonders how long he's been out for. All he remembers is going out for a ride around 4 or 5ish then another motorcycle swerving into his lane. After that, everything went black. He hopes the other racer is okay if they did get hurt.

His bones feel swore but nothing too crazy to slow him down. Soon enough You come back with the doctor. However, you don't stay, you leave. Soobin assumes you're going to sign him out and wait in the lounge.

After the checkup, the doctor writes Soobin's prescription to pick up and clear him to go home.

Soobin walks out into the lounge with his damage helmet in hand, reminding you why they are here in the first place.

"I can find a way home from here. Thanks for coming." Soobin tells you. He can't bother to look into your eyes due to the embarrassment.

"No need. I'm dropping you off home." You insist. And Soobin doesn't fight it. He follows you out into the parking lot. You both get in the car. Not another word announced.

The drive was awkward and silent. The air, tight and thick. Soobin contemplated making small talk. But you and him knew that y'all were past that. The drive continued for about a half hour before they got to Soobin's place.

"Thanks for the ride." Soobin said as he gathered his things and exited the car. You gave him a head nod and a pressed grin in response.

When Soobin was gone you let out a huge sigh. You felt like you'd been holding in this breath for what seemed like forever. Your car now smelt like Soobin. A smell you had missed. The faint smell of cologne. His cologne. As you were basking in the smell, a gentle knock on your car window snapped you back to his senses.

It was Soobin, with his same ivory grin. A sparkle in his eyes that only You knew what it meant.

"Yes?" You say as you rolled down your window. "Come inside for something to eat or a drink. It's the least I can do." Soobin implored.

"Nah. I'm okay. Go inside. Get some rest." You turned down his offer.

"Come on Y/N. I know you just got off of work. I know you're hungry. Who knows how long you've been waiting on me. Come inside." Soobin appealed. It was something about his tone or how well he knew you. His voice hooked you in and you couldn't say no anymore. Not that you put up much a fight anyway.

"Alright fine. I guess I am a bit hungry." You agreed. But you'd try to remind himself to remain composed. Don't let things get crazy. Just a meal. Just a meal. He repeats.

Before You knew it you had been swept up in Soobin's charms.

Soobin's place looks the same as it did a few months ago when You had last been there. Dark and masculine. Clean as well. You sat at the dining table for two near the kitchen.

"I have left overs from my mom. It's really good." Soobin says as he gets the food from the refrigerator.

"Oh great. I missed your mom's cooking." You recalled.

"You missed it?" Soobin teases, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He then heats up the food in the microwave.

"Well yeah! My mom is in Japan! Of course, I miss home cooked meals from a mother figure!" You corrected. Your head drops, eyes looking in your lap.

"Oh okay." Soobin taunted.

"It's the truth." You whined.

"I believe you. Now eat." Soobin hushed the blond. He placed the warmed food on the table. He went back to get utensils and such.

The two began to eat and talk. Picking up as if they never stopped talking. They laughed and recalled fond memories. Dinner was over and you began to clean up. It was like your body went into auto pilot mode. Just like before.

"Oh you still remember where the plates go." Soobin noticed.

"Shut up." You say as you continue to wash the dishes. Soobin had been making remarks like that all evening. He did it on purpose. It's a game to him you think to yourself.

"You know, I've missed you..." Soobin confesses. All of the sudden, the room gets thicker. And you can feel Soobin's eyes burning on your skin. His voice was raw.

You can't find anything to reply back with, so you continue with the dishes. Your heart began to quicken. Your mind wondered. You thought about you and Soobin's more intimate moments. The little touches, kisses, dates. All the things you love about Soobin. All the things you hated about the man.

Like a snake Soobin slivers his way back to you. He takes your hands to wrap around his waist. His body is warm against you. And you can feel yourself fall into the embrace.

"Soobin..." You let out a breathy plea. Soobin plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck which sent unwanted flurries through your now sensitive body.

"I miss you Y/N." Soobin confesses again. This time he twirls you around so that their faces are close in proximity. Your wet hands fall onto Soobin's white tank top. It had faint red stains, predictably Soobin's blood. You stared at the bandage going across the man's chest.

This was the very reason the two broke up in the first place. Soobin's motorcycle. You couldn't handle the stress of the motorcycle, especially after the major accident Soobin had a few months back. Early in their relationship. You worried every day since then. The stress became too much for you so you left.

Soobin can see the gears turning in the your eyes as you look at his scars. He sees the worry build in your eyes, so he takes your wrist to plant a soft kiss, before he runs your hand over the wound to let him know that he was okay.

You looked at him with so much softness, that Soobin could actually give up the motorcycle for good.

It was so easy for you to fall back into Soobin's old tactics. His old charm that wins you over even when he doesn't want to admit it. Staring into Soobin's eyes it's like nothing has changed. You want to go back but you just can't. Today just proved his point.

However, the longer you stay in Soobin's presents the more his will chips away. And Soobin knows this, so he grips harder onto your waist and he doesn't break his stare on you.

"Soobin." You repeat.

"Y/N, please." He testified.

"Look what happened today. Do you not understand how terrified I was when I got the call? Thank goodness it was a minor accident. But what happens if the next time it's not. Like before. What if you-" Your voice breaks off as your throat get clogged. Your eyes began to redden as tears began to form.

"Baby. You don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm standing right here, aren't I? You can't break me." Soobin cups your face.

"Can't you just give it up?" You respond.

"Y/N it's my passion."

"A dangerous one!" You shout. Tears prickled at his eyes threatening to fall.

"Baby." Soobin cautioned.

"Stop calling me that." You throw Soobin's hands off your face and walk away.

You don't make it far before Soobin grabs your wrist. He pulls you in. And without a word he kisses you. His lips swallow Yours. His lips are soft and welcoming. His grip on your neck deepens as he becomes more passionate. It had been multiple months since he felt your lips against his.

And you didn't break the kiss instead, you endured it. Taking hands to grab at Soobin's biceps. He would get turned on just by looking at his muscles. The pure strength on this man was crazy.

The kiss disregarded any discourse they had before. A new argument was being fought. But with their tongues. Soobin's hands traveled around your body. Making you feel just, how badly you were deprived of psychical touch. It had been so long since you were touched by a man. Your body yearned for more.

The kiss finally breaks but it's not for long, Soobin swirls your back into the counter in the moments that they parted. He goes straight for your neck. Soobin plants sloppy thick kisses down your neck. Making you grab onto the countertops for support. Enjoying every second of this.

Fuck the breakup. Fuck the motorcycle. Just fuck me. You thought.

Soobin dragged soft lips along your neck. Kissing, tugging, biting. Everything lips, teeth, and tongue could do to a person. Your moans vibrated on Soobin's lips and your body pulled him closer.

"My room?" Soobin says words hot on your skin.

"Your room." you reply. There was not a moment for you to turn back, even if you wanted because Soobin dragged you across the house to his dark bedroom. Throwing you on the bed quickly. Your bodies connected instantly, Soobin taking his needy hands to trail vigorously upon your body. Grabbing anything in its path.

Soobin goes back in for a kiss. He's messy and sloppy as his tongue explores corners of your mouth. Your tongue is also grazing every inch of Soobin's mouth. With such passion it would be impossible to separate you two. They stopped every so often for air.

"W-wait." You try to catch your breath.

"What's wrong?"

"We should stop. You're injured." You sit up, he rearranges his clothing. Wiping his lips off as well.

All Soobin can do is laugh.

"What's funny?!" You look serious but Soobin laughs harder. "Hey!" You repeat.

The laugh stopped as if a switch was turned. Soobin's eyes darken, and his dominance spewed over you, as he leans over. "Do you really think a few scratches is going to stop me?" His voice is low, so low that it sends waves to your core.

"Uh...?" you respond meekly.

"Exactly." Soobin grin. He waits no time ripping your shirt off. Planting his soft lips onto the bare skin. Continuing his work through the rest of your body. And you didn't protest anymore. You wonder why you even questioned Soobin. There are many nights and scenarios where he knows Soobin's true stamina. You can only hope there's mercy for you tonight.

As passion burns, clothing gets removed and fingers start entering new territories. Causing many yelps from you. Two fingers crossed and swirled inside of you. Warming you up for what's to come. Based on how tight you were, Soobin could just tell he wasn't with anyone after him. That pleased him in many ones than just one. Soobin thrusted deeply one last time before abruptly yanked his fingers out. Causing your back to arch under him. Spiting an inaudible curse. Soobin just smirked and gave you a quick hard kiss.

Impatiently Soobin took his cock and lined it up with your hole, then invited himself into you with no mercy. Moaning into the tightness. Tightness that griped him so well. You let out a deep moan, your eyes shut and you throw your head into the bed. Soobin finding his breath after the first thrust. The entering is always the best feeling. Anything after it is just trying to chase that same feeling. Soobin dragged his cock practically out of you before shoving it back in. To chase that same feeling. He was going to fuck you hard. Make you feel it in your soul, make you not want to ever leave again.

Soobin continued with a pattern he knew drove you crazy. Hearing his name come out of your mouth in dirty moans made this even better. This was makeup sex at its finest. A sick part of him wanted to keep breaking up with you so he could enjoy this type of sex more often. However, that was just a horny thought and he no real plans of letting you go. He was his and only his. You would have to go back to Japan for Soobin to leave him alone but then again that's not far enough.

You wanted to pass out due to the pleasure being too much. It overwhelmed him. He hasn't had sex since the last time Soobin touched him. You couldn't be bothered to entertain a new person after Soobin. You had just been getting by with TV and work.

You were almost angry with how sensitive you were. Your cock was hard. Really hard. His body betrayed him instantly. The slight touch from Soobin and the war was over. Soobin won.

Not to say you didn't miss Soobin, you really did. Your relationship didn't have many flaws, only the motorcycle issue. They got along just right and when they didn't, Soobin knew just how to make thing better.

Just like now, Soobin knew all the spots to hit to drive the man under him crazy. Slamming into you like the car that ran into him.

"I'm close!" You moaned.

"Fuck- me too." Soobin bit his lip as he picks up the speed. Everything suddenly got louder and faster. The moans, the strokes, and their hearts. Soobin pumped harder and you squished their bodies closer. With one finally deep thrust they both let out the longest cry with white filling their eyes. The climax roughly coursed through them. Leaving you twitching under Soobin and Soobin groaning.

You too were still as their bodies registered what just happened. The room was still. The air still hot but filled with heavy breaths.

"That was..." Soobin says finally.

"Wow." You finish the sentence. You look at each other and smile like love struck idiots. Like routine, Soobin springs into action with aftercare.

"No, I'll do it this time. You're injured remember?" You stop him.

"I'm fine. Let me-" Soobin tries to protest.

"Sit." You demand and Soobin abides. He watches as You goes to the bathroom to get warm rags to clean up. He admired his work, the redness on the back side of You from his insane thrusts to the purplish-red love marks all over the man. You can feel Soobin watching you, so you blush a bit.

You continue cleaning you both. You grab one of Soobin's shirts to wear to bed and a pair of shorts for Soobin. When all is done you lay in bed with Soobin.

"Phew. That was a lot. I'm tired." You say as you snuggle closer to Soobin.

"I could've done it."

"But I did."

"I know and you did a great job." Soobin kisses the top of your head.

"Soobin...I missed you too." You finally say back. you kiss Soobin's neck.

"Round two?" Soobin says with that look in his eyes. It was supposed to be sweet!

"NO! I just cleaned us up! Go to bed." You turn the other way.

"I'll do it this time." Soobin grabs on to you, dragging his hands all over your body. He kisses your neck and whispers tempting things. You giggle and fight back. You knew you were going to lose but it was worth a shot.

For a man who just was in the hospital he had a lot of energy. In the end, He ended up cleaning you up after many, many rounds.

YALL THIS STAR DIVIDER IS SO CUTE IM IN LOVW WITH IT.. USNG IT FOR EVERYTHING ATP. also isnt my new pfp cute :33

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[rachxhjs]

I need you.

✧ In which hybridbunny!soobin has been in heat the entire day, making it almost painful. But as soon as he notices his roommate hybridfox!yeonjun enter he begs him for help. But Yeonjun is afraid of hurting his precious bunny.

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Requested by, anon

Yeonjun x Soobin

❆ Tags;

Hybrid, pain, begging, crying, dacryphilia, breeding, possessive Yeonjun.

Yeonjun exhaled as he walked into his small apartment, brushing over his red hair and muttering quiet sentences to himself. Today had been slightly frustrating without him knowing why. Something just felt off, almost like an instinct. But he never found out what. It did make his day a lot worse, though. Making him fail simple tasks and get headaches which made him get distracted. So he was really looking forward to taking a nap. And maybe he could ask Soobin if they could cuddle, it would help a lot.

With a turn of his hand Yeonjun unlocked the door to their warm apartment, instantly letting out a hum of relief once he realised he was at home, the day was finally over.

Messily, the fox removed his shoes before he walked to the shared bedroom of him and Soobin, looking around curiously. "Bunny?" The red haired called out in a curious tone, furrowing his brows when he suddenly saw the blonde haired run up to him, hearing a quiet whine. It almost sounded like he was in pain.

"I'm here.. what's wrong?" Yeonjun instantly hummed out, picking up the male before he sat down on his bed, making sure that his beloved bunny would be seated on his lap before he caressed his waist, looking up at the figure. "Need it.. hurts.. it really.. hurts-"

Yeonjun furrowed his brows as he looked around Soobin's skin, trying to figure out what was wrong. But he couldn't find any wounds. "What hurts, bunny? Your stomach, maybe?" The older tried to guess, rubbing over his abdomen before the younger bucked his hips forward, butt rubbing against Yeonjun's crotch. And as soon as the fox felt the touch he inhaled sharply, grabbing Soobin by his hips. "Careful.. talk to me. What hurts? Use your words.."

Soobin hesitantly stared at Yeonjun for a short while before he took his hand, slowly guiding it to his own length and shivering in need, mouth agape. "Here.. need it.. please. I really want it.." He murmured out sadly, eyes starting to fill with tears as Yeonjun stared up at him, worried. "Love.." The fox inhaled as he carefully brushed over Soobin's covered tip, biting his bottom lip out of curiosity. "You're in heat?"

As soon as Yeonjun felt Soobin nuzzle into his neck and nod he exhaled, rubbing over his waist. "Maybe it will go down.. hm? I don't want to hurt you.. I shouldn't. You should breed with your lover, hm?" He murmured out warmly, pressing some kisses to the blonde's naked shoulder, cheeks pink. He wished he was Soobin's lover, that he could be there for him and please him when needed. Whenever Soobin was in heat he didn't really sound or act like himself, which made Yeonjun scared that the younger might regret what he had done the next morning. And Soobin was really precious to the older male, he didn't want to be the cause of any of his pain.

"Need you.. hyung.. need.. don't have a lover.. I want.. Hyung." Soobin continued to wince as he pressed his entrance against Yeonjun's hardening shaft, making the older let out a soft grunt. But he had to hold back. "Here. I've got some toys, yes bunny? How about you use those.. I'm going to make dinner." The red haired gulped as he opened his drawer, giving a kiss to the younger's cheek before he speed walked to the kitchen, biting on his lip. Not only was he worried that Soobin would be upset tomorrow. But now he also had a problem. His cock had already hardened all the way just from feeling the bunny hump against him, and being able to hear his whiny sounds made everything even hotter. Whoever Soobin would be with later, Yeonjun was jealous of.

The red haired laid his palms on the counter as he thought, eyes closed as he started to breathe in deeply, calming himself down. If only there was a way to know if Soobin had control over himself everything would be so much easier. Then he'd make the bunny feel so good, would make him see stars. Fuck, he couldn't even imagine how pretty he'd sound moaning his name. Though soon enough, Yeonjun felt his pants being undone before his cock was taken out, making his eyes open in surprise.

And there was Soobin, sitting on his knees as he stared up at Yeonjun needily, cheeks covered in glossy tears. Yeonjun had never seen someone so pretty. "Want this.. hyung, please. I really.. really.. need it." The blonde huffed out, standing up as he pressed the red haired against his back, starting to rub his butt against his naked shaft once more, trying to prove to him that he actually needed it, that it wasn't a joke. He was hurting, and Yeonjun had to save him. "Bunny.. I can't.. I shouldn't hurt you, hm? Don't want you to regret this.. will you get off now?"

"I won't regret this.. please, Hyung. It hurts.. need help.. you'll help me, right? You love me? Please?" Soobin continued to beg as he started to needily hump himself against Yeonjun like a dog in heat, mouth open as soft pants escaped from his lips, eyebrows furrowed. Yeonjun could only stare at the other in a weak way, staring at his curves and how his butt was rutting against him. He already felt so good, he couldn't imagine what it would be like inside of the other, to pound inside of him.. fuck. He wanted him, so bad.

"Don't complain tomorrow."

Yeonjun huffed as he threw the bunny over his shoulder, walking to their couch before he threw the blonde on the soft furniture. The older male needily took off all of his clothes before he approached the younger, pressing some soft kisses against his lips. Everything felt so right, it felt so right that he would be the one taking care of Soobin. He wanted to be his caregiver, to take away his pain when needed, just like now.

"Hyung.." Soobin whimpered, watching how his clothes were being teared off. His cock was starting to throb in need as more tears rolled down to his chin, panting. His tip had never been so angry and red before, begging for friction. And he couldn't believe he was about to get just what he needed, from just who he needed it as well. "I know bunny.. I'm here now.. fuck. You look so pretty.. so cute.." Yeonjun whined, pressing some kisses to his roommate's length, admiring the soft skin. If he could ask for one wish, it would be that Soobin would be in heat everyday, just for him.

Soon enough, Yeonjun pushed Soobin's naked body to the end of the bed, making him lay on his stomach as he spat on his own fingers, then rubbing them against the younger's delicate hole, turning the area completely glossy. "Do you need it here, hm? You need it so badly.. don't you, bunny?"

Soobin cried out as he nodded in desperation, squirming his hips in every direction he could before he brushed himself against the fox's fingers, making him wince. "In.. in.."

"Can't you take me without taking my fingers first?"

Soobin froze for a second before he looked back at the fox, looking at his thick size. Maybe he could've, his body was preparing for this exact moment for hours already. But it would hurt, a lot. But only for a little. "Can.. hyung, please. It hurts.." Soobin cried again, sniffing as he wiped away his own tears. Meanwhile Yeonjun smiled at his cute, needy behaviour. Leaning in forward so he could press some kisses to Soobin's ear, sushing him lowly. "I know.. hyung is going to take care of you. My bunny. All mine.."

Carefully, Yeonjun made Soobin lean down a bit, cooeing at the way that the younger immediately arched his back, cheeks pink. "Such a natural." He praised, giving a harsh spank to his ass before he grabbed the base of his own length, inhaling at the sight in front of him. How could someone be so pretty? Soobin had curves in just the right angles. And his skin? God, he was so soft.

Carefully, the fox lined himself up with the bunny's entrance, shivering slightly as he started to move his hips forward. But due to the lack of prep his member kept sliding down or up, not being able to enter. He grinned a bit when this caused Soobin to cry out even louder, poor baby must've felt so teased. "Shh.. it's okay, bunny.."

After Yeonjun got a better hold of his cock he pressed it more harshly against Soobin's gaping hole, biting his bottom lip as he made sure he wouldn't slip away this time. And as soon as he felt his tip enter the warm, tight area he let out a loud moan of pleasure, hands now caging around Soobin's waist.

The blonde continued to cry as his back arched even more, tightening his walls around Yeonjun's cock as he drooled on the couch, he had never been this needy for penetration before. "Hah.. mpff.. in.. mm.." The sub babbled, clutching harder onto the piece of furniture as Yeonjun continued to move his hips forward, watching as his member slowly started to disappear into the younger. And as soon as he bottomed out he let out a grunt, pulling Soobin up so his back would be flat against his chest, lips brushing against the blonde's neck. "There you go.." Yeonjun reassured lowly, one hand flying up so he could flick onto the younger's nipples, focused. "So needy."

"Hmpf.. H-Hyung.. it's.. are you.. in?" Soobin asked in a haze, shuddering on top of his cock as Yeonjun let out a moan, nodding as he pinched onto the younger's nipple instead, eyebrows furrowed. "I am.." Yeonjun looked down at his roommate's butt before he thrusted his hips once, watching how Soobin instantly started to shake in pleasure, a splatter of white shooting to the window they were facing.

"You came?" Yeonjun asked softly, rubbing over his abdomen as Soobin shook his head, whining. "Pre.. cum.. full of cum.. move, please.. pretty please.." The blonde started to roll his hips slowly as Yeonjun had to suck in his breath, holding himself back from pining the bunny down and fucking into him like a dog. But again, be didn't want to hurt the blonde. "Keep moving.. just like that." The fox hissed, mouth open as he shivered, watching how Soobin had started to bounce his body up and down onto Yeonjun's cock, listening to his whimpers as if it was music.

"Good bunny.. good boy.. keep going." Yeonjun squeezed Soobin's ass for a few seconds before he spanked the area, inhaling. "Go faster." He ordered, slapping the same spot once more as Soobin listened obediently, holding onto the couch for support as tears fell down the soft material, butt bouncing up and down in need. "Need.. need.. h-ha.. need it.." The blonde whimpered, using the fox as his own personalised dildo.

But before he knew it, Yeonjun pulled out and flipped Soobin around, rubbing over his nipples before he pushed in once more, staring down at his roommate's crying face, stomach turning. "You look so fucking pretty when you cry.. fuck.. you're so.. fucking.. hot.." Yeonjun winced, grabbing the male by his wrists before he locked them together, using his left hand to pin those flat against Soobin's chest, hips rocking back and forth so he could get himself off using the bunny, mouth open. "I should've done this so much sooner.."

Soobin continued to cry as he slowly felt his pain start to increase, his cock now twitching back and forth as his prostate got penetrated, eyes rolling to the back of his head every now and then. "Need.. need to.."

"Shhh.." Yeonjun stared down at Soobin's weak body as he continued to use his hole, moaning out of satisfaction as the blonde kept clenching around him, body rocking back and forth on the couch. "We'll get there.. just let Hyung.. get there as well, hm? Fuck.. cry.. cry more." Yeonjun hissed out, starting to pound himself against the blonde in a more aggressive way as Soobin's eyes instantly started to fill with more tears, body begging for release. Though he couldn't do anything about it, since his hands were pinned together he couldn't even jerk himself off, and Yeonjun was taking his sweet time. But he loved it, he loved how he was able to please the older male. Yeonjun looked so gorgeous when pleased.

"Hyung.. It really.. need it now.. bred.. need to be.. bred." Soobin whimpered out, legs starting to shake lightly as Yeonjun panted, using his right hand so he could pick up Soobin's right leg, throwing it over his shoulder and leaning forward so he could fuck himself deeper into the younger bunny, moaning. "You'll get it.. yes bunny.. I'll breed you, I'll breed you so nicely. Nice and full with my babies.." The older muttered in a chant, staring down at Soobin's face in a lustful, but also loving way. Making sure that he was okay. Though he looked like he was about to break down from the pain, and his goal was to fix that.

No words could describe how good Soobin felt. The way his walls clamped around Yeonjun so deliciously whenever his hips rocked back, the way his hole held onto him so desperately so he wouldn't disappear. He was getting him off so good.

So automatically, his hand went up to wrap around Soobin's length, inhaling as his hips started to hammer against the younger's butt. And to match the tempo, Yeonjun started to stroke his hand up and down in the same speed, listening to the way Soobin started to cry and almost scream out, eyebrows furrowed. And with a final ten sloppy thrusts, Yeonjun pressed himself against Soobin as hard as possible, letting out a moan as he came deep inside of Soobin's fertile body, panting. Soobin was crying and moaning out louder than before, aggressive strokes of white flying up to the ceiling. Both of the males came for about a minute, slowly riding out their highs by squirming their hips together, panting.

"Good.. so good.. my bunny.. you'll have all my babies." Yeonjun whimpered as Soobin nodded to his words, feeling his stomach bloom. And instantly, all the pain seemed to be relieved as his muscles were finally able to calm down and relax. "Hyung.."

"Yes, baby?" Yeonjun slowly pulled himself out of the younger before he picked up his weak body, walking to their bedroom and laying the blonde down, then laying down behind him, leaving a doze of kisses onto his neck and shoulder. All Soobin could do was shiver as he had never felt this good before, mouth still agape. "I love you.." The bunny confessed quietly, half gone.

"I love you more.."

And with that, the bunny and fox fell asleep. Dreaming soundly as they both held onto each other protectively, their love story had just started.

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To anon,

I hope the story fit the descriptions you sent me, I did my best to include all that you asked for. Thank you again for sending me a submission!

To readers,

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Have a great day, and remember to hydrate ♡

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Kombucha 🦊🐿️🐧 18+

[enimsiyobeht]

untitled 04.18.25. long drabble.

mdni 🐻🦊 !! boypussy yeonjun & beomgyu x amab reader. implied ot5 harem. implied 6th member reader. use of pussy, and cunt as gyu's & yj's gential. double trouble, risky setting if you squint (i mean every1 else asleep, but they staying up allnight), fast paced imo, oral (y. receiving), facesitting (yj), cowgirl/riding (gyu), unprotected sex (shhhh, wrap that shit up), minor snowballing (gyu & reader), subtle exhibitionism if you squinttt. i think im missing some tags so lmk.

It started with a movie night.

The three of them curled up on Beomgyu’s bed, the dorm dark except for the soft glow of the TV screen, voices turned low so they wouldn’t wake the others. Yeonjun was draped across your chest, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your shirt. Beomgyu had his head in your lap, long lashes fluttering each time you carded gentle fingers through his hair.

It was innocent—at first. But then Beomgyu shifted just a little, pressing his cheek against your thigh, looking up with that dangerous pout. “You’re warm, hyung…”

You hummed. “That’s a good thing, right?”

“Mmhm.” Beomgyu’s voice was sweet, but his hand slid up—slowly, teasing. “Just… a little too warm.”

Yeonjun lifted his head at that, smirking. “You say that like it’s a complaint,” he murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to your neck.

You chuckled softly, “What are you two up to?”

Beomgyu just tilted his head up, his fingers now grazing your waistband. “You’ve been spoiling Yeonjun lately. I’m feeling left out.”

Yeonjun sat up fully now, straddling your thigh with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I have been getting a lot of attention lately. Maybe Gyu wants to fight me for it?”

“I could just sit on your cock and not let you have it,” Beomgyu offered sweetly, despite challenging back at Yeonjun.

You groaned—quiet but guttural. “Jesus. You two are going to get us caught.”

Yeonjun leaned in closer, voice whisper-light against your lips. “Only if we’re loud.”

Beomgyu climbed up, straddling your lap now, grinding down slow. “Then you better fuck us quietly, hyung.”

And that was it. That was all you needed.

You kissed Beomgyu first, slow and deep, gripping his waist and pulling him in until Beomgyu was gasping into your mouth. Yeonjun shifted behind him, already pulling off Beomgyu’s hoodie, peppering kisses down his back, soft and teasing.

“Can I ride you?” Beomgyu whispered, needy and breathless. “Right here—please—”

Yeonjun was already settling into position, crawling up so he could straddle your chest, thighs spread wide, pussy slick and flushed. “If he rides you,” Yepnjun breathed, “then I want your tongue.”

You didn’t even answer. Just groaned low in your throat and tugged Beomgyu’s shorts down, cock already hard and aching between them. Beomgyu lined himself up, whimpering when he sank down inch by inch onto your thick length, stretching full and slow.

“F-fuck—so full…”

Your hands gripped his hips tight, steadying him as he began to bounce gently, trying not to let the wet slap of their bodies echo too loudly through the dorm.

Yeonjun settled over your face, knees braced on the bed, biting down on a moan when your mouth latched onto him. His pussy was dripping, throbbing, and you ate him like you were starved—deep licks, tongue curling inside, mouth working in circles that made Yeonjun shake.

“Hyung—y/n, fuck—” Yeonjun had to cover his mouth with both hands to keep from crying out.

Beomgyu was just as wrecked, grinding down with each stroke, his voice a breathy whine. “You taste him? Fuck—you’re so greedy—he’s twitching inside me…”

You moaned against Yeonjun’s cunt, the vibrations making him tremble. You were lost in both of them—Beomgyu clenching around you, riding harder now, Yeonjun shaking above you, slick soaking your mouth and practically dripping down your chin.

Beomgyu leaned forward and grabbed Yeonjun’s hips, helping him rock down onto your tongue. “He’s gonna make you cum like this. I can feel it…”

Yeonjun was unraveling, his whole body tight with pleasure, eyes glazed. “y/n—fuck—I’m gonna—”

And he did. Crying out behind clenched teeth, grinding into your mouth as he came, legs shaking. You didn’t stop, not even as Yeonjun whimpered and trembled, licking him through the high with soft groans of praise.

When Yeonjun moved, you helped ease him down beside them, only for Beomgyu to catch your jaw and kiss you hard, tasting Yeonjun’s slick on your tongue.

“You gonna fill me now?” Beomgyu whispered, riding faster, body trembling with need. “Wanna feel it, hyung—want your cum dripping out of me—”

Your grip on his hips tightened. “Gonna give it to you, baby. Gonna fill this messy little cunt while Jjunie watches you fall apart.”

Beomgyu shattered—his orgasm crashing over him with a breathless sob, clenching down so hard you had to bite back a groan. You thrust up a few more times before cumming deep, hips pressed tight against Beomgyu’s, your seed spilling inside.

They collapsed together, Beomgyu curling into your chest, Yeonjun tugging the blanket up over the three of them. No words for a moment—just heavy breathing, the warmth of tangled limbs, and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach.

“You’re trouble,” You whispered against Beomgyu's hair.

Yeonjun giggled. “You love it.”

You smiled, stroking fingers through both of their hair. “Yeah,” You murmured, “I really fucking do.”

morning after blooper.

You blinked awake first.

The dorm was quiet—miraculously. Beomgyu was tucked into his side, one thigh thrown over your hips, dried slick gluing their skin together. Yeonjun had his face buried against your chest, hair a wild halo around him, soft snores escaping with every breath.

You eased yourself out from under them with practiced care, making sure the blanket didn’t shift too much. They didn’t even stir. Still completely out.

Padding through the dorm in just your boxers, you slipped into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and rubbing at your neck. Your back ached, your thighs ached, and you were 90% sure your voice was wrecked from last night’s enthusiastic groaning.

The fridge door barely clicked shut when—

“Wow.”

Soobin’s voice echoed from the hallway entrance.

You froze mid-sip. “…Morning?”

Soobin walked in like he owned the place, arms crossed and hair still bed-fluffy. “Not to be dramatic,” he said, grabbing a mug from the shelf, “but some of us were not planning on having front-row seats to your live audio performance last night.”

You nearly choked. “Bin—”

“‘Oh god—y/n—harder—don’t stop—’” Soobin mimicked in a pitch-perfect falsetto, raising his brows. “Sound familiar?”

You buried your face in one hand, ears red.

“Honestly, it was like surround sound.” Soobin poured his coffee with a sigh. “I had my AirPods in, volume maxed, and still knew exactly when Yeonjun came.”

“I—okay, I’m sorry,” You muttered, sheepish and cornered.

Soobin smirked over his mug. “I’m not mad. Just next time, send a warning. Or headphones.”

You laughed softly, shoulders shaking. “Duly noted.”

You turned to leave, only for Soobin to call after you with a casual, smug, “Oh, and tell Beomgyu his voice cracked on that last moan. Like… tragically.”

You groaned and waved him off, already dreading having to repeat that conversation thrice.

(honorable mention of the series)

[loveabunbun]

; TOMORROW X TOGETHER 👑 chasing that feeling

— note; the writing style is all over the place 4 these but i wanted to avoid dialogue, so there’s that :p. don’t think too hard. beomgyu’s can be seen as a pt2 to this.

— cw; domtop amab reader, mirror sex & semi-public (yj), consensual somno, handjob & frotting (sb), thigh-fucking (bg), possessiveness, groping, exhibitionism & handjob (th), plushie humping & guided masturbation (hk).

; CHOI YEONJUN 🦊

yeonjun looks just delectable. the venue’s lighting is poor meaning it's hard to see, and even harder to be seen. all intentional of course. as a result, it’s easy for the both of you to slip away from the after party unnoticed (which is unsurprisingly difficult to do in a room filled with people who could know who you are based off of outfit or scent alone).

oh well. you didn’t need to disappear for too long. just long enough to have the stunning man beneath you turned to putty. and you were not far off. it’s dangerous, incredibly dangerous, and you have to be careful, yeonjun has warned you of that. he’s an idol from south korea where even the slightest step out of line could land a scandal that sends his career up in flames. but maybe that’s what made it feel so fucking good.

yeonjun is loud moaning your name and begging you to move faster, to fuck him deeper, and it makes you think this is the first time he’s been touched by anyone else. but the lithe movement of his hips, how his back arches to get you to rub against that special spongey spot inside of him, they assure you this isn’t his first rodeo. yeonjun just thinks you’re the best ride he’s been on.

you make sure he keeps his eyes open, a loose hand on his blemish-free throat holding his head to your shoulder, forcing him to watch as you pick him apart with each snap of your hips. it’s a shame you hadn’t met under different circumstances. the desire to kiss him stupid, to swallow up his slutty moans and leave your teeth marks in his skin is almost too much to bare.

perhaps if you had drank a little more you’d allow your hunger get the better of you and risk the consequences later. fortunately you didn’t, and so you settle with a firm grip on his tiny waist under the fabric of his tailored dior piece to tug him harder onto your dick. soon enough, yeonjun is clenching around you with everything he has and spilling his load into the marble sink with a sinful whimper.

the pair of you are a little dishevelled as you leave the bathroom you’d hidden in, a satisfying ache leaving yeonjun’s legs just a little weak. thankfully, it was just a little too dark to notice.

“so sexy yeonjun, mmh, wanna break you so bad, make you cum all over my cock,”

“oh god, yes, yes! can feel you so deep in my stomach! hhngh fuck baby, fuck me harder, i can take it!”

; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰

you wake up to soobin’s hushed whispers of your name and soft prompts to wake up, comforted by the familiar weight of his long limbs draped over your body. it’s the middle of the night when you’re pulled from a blissful sleep, so you can’t see much but you can certainly feel how there’s a hard object rubbing at the side of your thigh.

the feeling is uncomfortable and your body tells you to move away from it but something doesn’t feel quite right. . . oh. a moan falls from your sleep-swollen lips and it’s only then that you become aware of the warm hand moving languidly around your length.

as soon as soobin knows you’re awake, thanks to your pleasure-driven curses, he slides on top of you, slipping his hand out of your shorts. he’s apologising before you can question anything, but you know he’s not that sorry by the way he tugs your hands up to hold his small waist. not that you minded waking up to a handjob that much.

considerably endowed, soobin’s dick is hot and heavy through his boxers as he ruts his hips against yours, chasing an orgasm that clearly couldn’t wait until the morning. your boyfriend pants into your neck, kissing and biting sloppily at your sensitive spots with precision, yet a desperation you’d never get tired of seeing. fuck, he must've been at it for a while with how taut your balls feels.

your voice is raspy and sends a shiver down his spine when you chide him lightly for such perverse behaviour, and he apologises some more, telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking about you and how pretty you looked. he's lucky he's cute. soobin trembles above you with all of the exertion in his sleepy state so you help him out and finally grind up into him, struggling to keep your moans to yourself when he cries out by your ear.

with your hands on his ass to control his messy thrusts, soobin lets himself collapse fully on your chest, confessing his love to you in the throes of pleasure. when he feels your fingers rub at the rim of his asshole through his boxers, it’s all he needs to push him over the edge.

“‘m sorry, i’ll be quick i promise— oh fuck, fuuuck, i’m so close, please, don’t stop,”

“you really couldn’t wait? i shouldn’t be surprised to be honest, you’re insatiable bunny. go on, cum for me.”

; CHOI BEOMGYU 🧸

taking him by the hand, you tug beomgyu further into your home until you reach the bedroom. he’s pushed onto your sheets roughly, suit pants and briefs tugged off all the same to leave him in his wrinkled shirt and loose tie.

without a word from you, beomgyu is already spreading his long legs with a single goal in mind. unfortunately for him, you weren’t planning on giving in so quickly. certainly not when he’d behaved so badly. when you trail a light hand over his inner thigh, he keens into your palm, arching his back in hopes of enticing you to explore a little further. a skip over his leaking hard-on and a soft squeeze at the small fat on his stomach already has him panting and begging for something more. he's just so fun to tease.

the clink of your belt loosening causes him to brighten up; finally! you can’t help but laugh at that and make a sly comment to remind him of how much you loved his thighs. you do so as you drizzle copious amounts of lube over the pale skin and your cock, moving in closer between his legs. the wicked smile on your face seems to make it click for him.

you don’t take your time in propping beomgyu’s legs over your shoulder and pressing them closed around your length. you take even less time to start fucking them at a relentless pace, an obscene squelching filling the room that makes the tips of his ears burn. each peek of your swollen head through his thighs, each thrust across his balls pulls a deep moan from his lips, tears welling in his bambi eyes.

he can cum from this, you’re certain of it with the way his chest blooms with colour. sensitive thighs and just enough stimulation to his pretty dick with some well-angled thrusts is a combination you’re sure to remember, drinking up his babbling and tears of embarrassment with blown eyes. beomgyu won’t forget either.

“puh-please! ’m sorry baby, i won’t do it again! just fuck me— ah ah ah! f-fuck me properly please,”

“shh shh. i don’t think you’re sorry, puppy. but that’s f-fine, shit. your thighs are so soft and plush — feels s’nice around me. be good and make me cum, mh?”

; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️

taehyun is a smart man, which means it doesn’t take him to recognise your sour mood when he arrives at your place. you’re upset that much is obvious, but what about escapes his grasp. he follows you around with a pout and wide eyes, waiting for you to talk about what it was that left you with a permanent frown but it didn’t seem like you were in a sharing mood.

it’s only when he exits the shower with only a pair of grey joggers around his waist, and a towel over broad shoulders to catch whatever falls from his damp hair, that you eventually speak up.

speak up? more like take action. taehyun’s taken by surprise when you stride to his side and pull him into a rough kiss. he doesn’t shy away from you, not one to back down, but the dresser pokes uncomfortably into his back and he breaks the kiss.

all you do is move to his neck, a stray hand trailing south to cup at his bulge with a rough squeeze. taehyun is confused — turned on but confused nonetheless — as he catches his breath, pressing you for an answer to your strange behaviour. when you eventually reveal that he’s been showing a bit too much skin for your liking, his immediate reaction is to tease you; looks like the green-eye monster came to visit.

not the best idea he's had. your tongue is down his throat once more, and taehyun loops a leg around your waist as he offers himself up to you, moans high-pitched and airy. he plays into it, letting you grope at his firm body with a hum of appreciation that makes his head swell lightly.

next, you’re unwrapping his leg and pulling him to the floor-ceiling windows that spanned one wall of your bedroom. the blackout curtains have yet to be drawn, meaning you can see the bustle of the city’s nightlife, spheres of light like artificial stars far below. your hand dips below taehyun's waistband as you hold him close to your front, goosebumps breaking out across his skin when the cold glass meets his bare chest.

writhing in your grasp, taehyun protests weakly when your hand wraps around his length and starts pumping slowly. oh he’ll complain and whine all right, begging you to stop but the way he fucks into your fist tells you he wants otherwise. you twist your wrist when your fingers snag the sweet spot below his cock head and taehyun clutches at your arm, throbbing and leaking in your palm.

“w-wait, my love what if someone sees? i c-can’t be seen like this. . . fuck,”

“what, you didn’t have any trouble showing yourself off for your fans, did you? i think they’d like the view.”

; HUENING KAI 🐧

he wasn’t expecting you to get to his place so early, traffic assured him you’d be at least another hour. just to take the edge off, kai told himself. the penguin plushie is a favourite of his in more ways than one, so your angel has always tried his best to keep it in good shape. it was a gift from you after all!

yet maybe that’s why kai found himself rutting into the soft fabric, leaking string after string of precum into his shorts. after you told him you’d be over, a wildfire erupted in his stomach and he couldn’t ask you to deal with that when you had come to relax. no, he’d deal with it himself, and a little help.

it hasn’t been long since he pulled on one of your hoodies and set himself loose, but his words already come out in a slur. he pleads for you to let him cum as he imagines your body encasing his, rutting into him gently. a soft touch reaches his back and he freezes, only to relax when he hears your calming voice telling him not to stop.

you press a little firmer when he doesn’t move, and kai buries his face in his arms, muffled whines of your name barely reaching your ears. could this get any more humiliating? despite that, he does as you say, forever your good boy. you coo in approval when he starts up his pace again, telling him to move a little slower, to take his time because you’re not going anywhere.

with your comforting touch on his lower back guiding his thrusts, his moans are quiet and shy, barely able to get through one before another is fighting to leave his pink lips. when you ask if it feels good, kai is quick to nod, reassuring you that he was okay with your presence.

you can't tear your eyes away from the sight of your cute boyfriend taking to the comfort of his plushie to perform such sinful activities with, although you're certain he'll ask you to never mention it again once the sex fog has worn off. you'll just enjoy it while you can.

eventually, kai turns his head to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. he scans your face and tries not to think about how his thrusts lose their rhythm in growing urgency, instead focusing on your sweet words of encouragement.

you know exactly what is it that he needs and take his hand in yours to link your fingers (kai has a habit of holding your hands when he cums) and his body burns as if you haven't engaged in filthier activities. this might take the spot for the most mortifying, however.

"you scared me~ ugh, this is so e-embarrassing,"

"it feels good, doesn't it? just let go, baby; i've got you."

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HEARTBEAT | OS

yeonjun, kai (seperately) x gn!reader

angst + subtle fluff + crying + insecurity + breakups + idol au! + unhealthy mechanisms + 6thmember!reader + implied depression

a/n: can be read as M!READER. i’m sorry if this is trash, i feel like i this isn’t very good ;(

from his earlier training years, yeonjun knew who he was. he was talented. other trainees feared being paired up with him- they would never fully shine next to him. it’s not something he boasts about, he is proud about it, of course, but… he remembers how lonely it was.

remembers how hard he had to keep exceeding if he did everything flawlessly. he couldn’t give anything less than what he has so easily done up until then. yet…. you managed to be on his level. easily. naturally.

you enamored him from the moment he saw your name at the top of the weekly evaluation scores. second. you were second.

“wanna go eat something?” yeonjun asks with a smile, appearing before your view.

you were looking at the schedule your manager sent. once more, you’re more prone to being in the dorms or your studio than going out the city for anything. yeonjun has a busy month after tomorrow.

you’re always second.

“i’m good.” you say flatly.

unsure if you’re joking, yeonjun prods. “n/n, let’s go eat! i’m craving something from the corner store. oh! how about that phò you like? let’s go! i also heard we can take a car-“

“yeonjun go by yourself.” you groan.

“eh?” yeonjun pouts, sitting on your bed and shaking you. “n/n are you okay? you mad? you upset?” he asks, but he’s joking. he’s not actually concerned.

he always has other things to worry about.

“i wanna be by myself today, yeonjun.”

“well i don’t care! i want to be with you before my promotions start up-“

“well i don’t.”

yeonjun pauses, realizing you’re actually not in a good mood. he stares at your figure, back facing him. he hesitates before shaking you gently, “y/n-“

“ugh do you have to be so annoying? no one wants to be around your twenty four seven!” you huff as you sit up to glare at him.

he stares at you, surprised. “what are you talking about-“

“you’re always so full of yourself! always wanting the attention on you! you just want to go out so that someone spots you and they post about how you’re roaming around! you always do this!”

yeonjun fidgets with the bedsheet that fell over his lap, his heart sinking. “that’s not true. what are you saying? i want to spend time with you! we’re dating!”

“out of what? pity?” you grit.

“huh? no-“

“get out.”

and he obeys. there’s no fight in him. he’s never fought with you. this is completely new and unexpected. he’s never seen you so angry and hurt. where did this come from?

he’s seen the light die in your eyes. debut was hard. the career path is brutal. fans can be just as brutal as they are loving. he’s seen how your eyes lose that brilliancy he had loved. that loving passion dimming to a bitter craving for success you probably don’t even want now. yet you always smile. you always make the most of it. you try to.

how long have you been trying for? had he not been careful with you?

“good morning,” he says when he walks inside your room the next day.

you’re awake. he knows you are.

“i brought breakfast from that place you like.” he says, sitting on your bed. “y/n we need to talk about this.”

“there’s literally nothing to talk about. i’m sorry for lashing out. i know i’m the worst.” you say.

yeonjun shakes his head, taken aback. “i didn’t say or imply that. i just want to know what’s going on-“

“nothing. it’s literally nothing, i have nothing going on, you clearly do. don’t you have to fly out later?” you say bitterly.

what’s this about? he frowns, “well yeah but i know something’s wrong. you’re upset-“

“i just want to be alone! can’t you respect that?” you groan.

yeonjun pauses. he doesn’t want to comply but he thinks it’s best. he just stands and goes out. you don’t come out all morning. he doesn’t know anything more until later that evening. his flight is at 8 pm. you haven’t touched what he brought for you. it gives him an unpleasant feeling.

his heart is heavy again. where are you? why aren’t you answering his calls or messages? why aren’t you in your room?

“y/n? i saw him go to the studio,” beomgyu says when he’s called by yeonjun.

you’re hardworking, he knows that. but he’s learned that you push yourself on days you want nothing to do with anything or anyone. you were supposed to kiss him farewell for his flight. you were supposed to hug him and say you missed him already.

‘ i have nothing going on, you clearly do. ‘ what did that mean?

you said he was full of himself… why did you say that? what made you say it?

and when he peeks inside the studio and sees you furiously writing in your notebook- he realizes. you have the headphones on and you only do that when you want no one to disturb you. yet, yeonjun doesn’t like letting things go too far. he needs to clear this up. he doesn’t want to leave knowing you’re like this with him.

“y/n…” he calls out gently, putting a hand on your shoulder.

you jump and stare at him. your expression of surprise turns dark fast. “what? aren’t you supposed to be packing?”

“i can’t see my love before leaving?” yeonjun frowns. “y/n why are you upset with me?”

“i’m not.”

“you said a bunch of hurtful things.”

“i did not. if you can’t handle the truth then maybe you can’t handle life at all.” you grit.

yeonjun finally feels something click. he has never realized what was happening until now. he should have pieced it together before. he should have seen how you started distancing yourself. mentally. emotionally.

physically you’re here.

“i’m tired of being the only one who loves you.” he says, eyes glimmering with tears. he swallows the lump in his throat, “i need you to love yourself too.”

you pause. he’s… right. “yeonjun.”

“i’ve done everything i can. i love you, i treat you good. i’ve been by your side since trainees and i’ve fallen in love with you. yet, i’ve never seen you appreciate me what i appreciate.”

“just get out-“

“why do you push me away? i’m not you,” he begs, “you can’t push yourself out of your body, but why do you push me away?”

“STOP BEING RIGHT. DAMN IT!” you slam your fist down on the desk, your notebook and pencil jumping.

yeonjun swallows, looking away. “then stop being your biggest hater… i’ve been your biggest supporter… don’t hate me too…”

you bury your face into your hands. you sob. “i’m sorry… i don’t know why i do it. i hate that the most.” you say after a long silence, yeonjun never leaves.

he’s never dared to.

why do you hate it do much?

“y/n… you need help…” yeonjun says softly, kneeling before you. his hands rub your knee. “i know you’ve felt like a less important person ever since our career has grown… but we’ve always appreciated you more than anyone and anything.”

“i know,” you sniffle, “i just… feel so alone. seeing how you even the company leaves me in the shadow sometimes.”

yeonjun quickly pulls you to the floor and with him. he hugs you and rubs your back. you sob, finally letting it out.

“i love you… i’ll do whatever i can to make this better,” he whispers.

and you can only cling to that taboo truth.

there are multiple things that have made kai decide that if he ever goes back in time he’ll never be an idol again. yes, there are a lot of things he’s grateful for experiencing and having the opportunity to do but the reality is that this is a harsh path.

the negative remarks. being overworked. the only true reasons he stands firmer are the members.

and you.

yet, it’s felt lately as if neither of you are in a relationship. all of you were exhausted from the concert tours. the company is pulling too many strings and neither of you are strung together.

“huh?” you take out your headphones, looking at him.

“can we talk?” he asks, fidgeting.

you drop everything, hoping off the game without a say. you’ll explain later, kai is always your priority.

“what is it? come here,” you move away from your desk and stand.

the two of you wander to your bed. you’re sitting opposite of him, criss cross. he sits on the edge. you don’t question it, thinking he’s just having a moment where feeling on edge makes him be just that. he’s not looking at you.

“i just feel like we haven’t actually been… lovers.”

you blink. “you want… sex right now?”

“no,” he looks up at you with wide eyes. “n-not in that way! it’s just… we’re literally so busy…. we just came back from our tour and starting tomorrow we have to start meetings and stuff to work on our next album…”

you nod, blushing. you feel a little embarrassed for assuming he wanted sex but you couldn’t help it with how he worded it. “is this about not spending much time together?”

he nods, “yeah… it feels like we’re not dating… i can’t remember the last time we were like this…”

“well it’s kind of always like this, isn’t it? we’ll have our moments soon.” you assure, placing a hand on his knee.

“we could’ve had a moment but you chose to be with your friends and your game.”

you pause, “ah- i mean yeah, okay but we’ve been stressed from all our past schedules. you know i destress through video games or being in the studio. you could’ve been in my room!”

he looks at you. you can’t decipher that look.

you’re everything he’s needed to keep afloat when he’s drowning. yet….

“do… still want this?”

you blink, “want what?”

kai swallows, “us. a relationship.”

you look around, unsure what’s happening. “of course, kai why would you ask that?”

kai shrugs, looking down at the bedsheets, “i just feel like we’re too busy sometimes to even take care of ourselves…”

“that’s the whole point of us being together,” you scoot closer and take his hands in yours, “baby, remember when you just dropped during practice and cried from how tired and exhausted you were?”

kai bites the inside of his cheek and nods. he doesn’t look up at you.

“but it’s always you taking care of me,” he tries, almost in a begging tone. “aren’t you tired? i can’t even take care of myself and i feel bad with not just everything that’s happening but knowing we have a relationship. it’s so many things i need to care for but i can’t even care for myself. everything is just too much sometimes.”

“i get that,” you rub your thumbs over his skin, “kai i get that… but you know i’m here for you-“

“and who’s there for you?” he asks accusingly.

you gently pull your hands away from him. you analyze him. you heart races. “kai… are you… tired of me?”

kai’s eyes suddenly dart towards you. “i… i’m tired of everything y/n. i just want to go to sleep and never wake up.”

you take in the glassy look of his eyes and your heart goes heavy. “do you… not want to keep our relationship going? is that what this is? i know we have a lot going on but-“

“but what’s the point?” he asks, “y/n you deserve more than this. i genuinely cannot find myself spending energy into a relationship when i’m putting more than everything i have into my career.”

you grow baffled, “kai this is our career. we’re a group-“

“exactly! we all have so much to do and so much is expected of us. i fought with myself to get out of bed and come here. the thought of spending time with you a-bored me. it felt like a chore.”

“i’m a burden to you?” you ask.

he falls silent. not daring to look at you.

“when did this start?” you ask, looking down at the bed sheets. you sit back and cross your arms in a form of hugging yourself. “when did loving me become a chore for you? did i do something wrong?”

you’re not enough. that’s all you’re hearing. you’re not enough for kai to feel like he’s enjoying his life. instead, you’re something… someone he feels like is dragging him.

“no, no,” he groans, “you’ve always been my anchor y/n,” he tries, “on my worst days you’ve been more than enough but i just. i can’t be the same for you. i receive and receive but never give back. you don’t deserve that.”

you swallow, “i-i don’t care. you deserve everything i have to offer-“

“i don’t want it.” he says soft, looking at you, “not anymore.”

“but… why?”

“because i’ll burn you out…”

“no you wouldn’t-“

“i will and i’m doing this for the both of us-“

you huff, “don’t you love me?”

with a long, sadden stare, he looks at you. you slump. you watch as his mouth moves— saying exactly what you hoped wasn’t real. you watch as he stands. you watch as he pauses.

a friendship is all you could have. are you better off being coworkers… friends… than lovers. he knew this would happen too. he just wanted to see how far you two could go.

still, you always try. “this was never going to work, was it?”

“no.”

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