#yeonjun drabble

[boba-beom]

I don’t think I can choose just one Yeonjun Picture because this man has me in a chock hold and on my knees ready to obey. So I have these two which I am absolutely in love with at this time😍

yj x f!reader ❥ warning(s): long-term established relationship, endearing terms (princess, good girl, sweet baby), ‘daddy’ for yeonjun OOP, suggestive themes, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble ❥ a/n: this immediately made me think about I'll bring her back home early to she calls me daddy too 😵‍💫 which is exactly what imma do hehe ❥ wc: 759

you've been dating yeonjun since senior year high school when he had driven you home after your study sessions together, and eventually your parents wanted you to introduce him to them.

and so you did. you remembered him wearing a baby blue button down of light material, his buttons at the top were undone and you couldn't risk your dad meeting your boyfriend like that, so you had to button it up for him while giving him a pep talk.

"jjun, there's no way you're making your first impression on them like this." you sorted out his collar, sliding your hands past his collarbones and resting them on his broad shoulders.

"yeah well," he kissed your forehead, "it worked on you."

he would always tease you like this in private, and it was a version of him you found so attractive. and luckily, your parents approved of him to being your boyfriend. your mom thought he was responsible, and even the gesture of driving you home was something your mom took into account. your dad surprisingly liked him just as much, after bonding about cars and being the respectful gentle man yeonjun was, your dad approved.

when it came round to your first evening date, you were ready in your pretty black dress, the skirt just resting above your knees and you were excited, but you were also intrigued to see how your dad would react to this date.

the moment yeonjun arrived he was stood by your front porch with a bouquet of flowers.

"good evening, I'll be taking yn out for our date." he shook your dad's hand, nice and firm while you waited for his response.

"I don't want any funny business tonight, okay?"

"understood, I'll bring her home early after the dinner." yeonjun had his charming smile adorned on his perfectly pink lips that could woo the heart of anyone, and your dad just so happened to have a soft spot for him, not to mention he was impressed with the respect he held out for him.

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a few years down the line and you're about to finish university, still in your long-term relationship with yeonjun. he had decided to take you out for dinner — the same place he took you for your first date — to celebrate your anniversary.

“you look stunning, princess.” he whispers by your ear while his hands roam around your waist, circling your torso until he rests them low on your hips.

“of course, I have a stunning boyfriend to keep up with.” you teasingly roll your eyes as you look at him through the mirror. turning to face him, his hands stay by your sides until they venture further down, giving your ass a gentle squeeze through your satin, emerald green slip dress. “did I also mention I love it when you leave the top unbuttoned?”

he wore a white pinstripe dress shirt and in all honesty, he looked incredible in it. you play with the dainty pendant on his necklace, twirling it with your fingers as you lean in to kiss his exposed neck. he sighs from the contact, pulling you closer to him.

“or how about we spend the night in, hm? we could rest… and cuddle… or sleep... ? ” he drags out each suggestion, definitely not what he’s trying to insinuate. he tucks a lose strand behind your ear before kissing the junction where your jawline meets the bottom of your ear, “or you could be a good girl for me and I could–”

“daddy,” you whine breathlessly, “I’m always a good girl, regardless.”

you earn an endearing chuckle from him as he looks down and shakes his head. “you’re right, my sweet girl is always good, only to me.” he kisses your forehead and then grabs your coat, holding it out for you to slide your arms through.

“I want to stop over at my parents’ house before we go to the restaurant. Just gonna drop off the gifts I bought for them.” you look up at him and catch the slight smirk upon his lips. “now what’s that for?”

you can tell he’s refraining from grinning so much, his lips are starting to tip into his attractive downward smile.

“want me to tell your dad you call me daddy too?” he playfully winks at you before taking out his keys to unlock the car.

it wasn’t until he looked back at you when he realised you were shaking your head at him.

“what? it’s true though.” he laughs.

“I know, baby. but that stays between us.” you kiss his cheek before walking to the car together.

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[beomiracles]

SERENE i’m begging we discuss txt who loves when you put in the work and they just watch you with blown out pupils so in love with u 😵‍💫 like you’re working so hard to ride them or burying them down your throat UGH like it’s not even about your pleasure but you’re doing it for theirs (because you get off on that shit too) I have this vivid one for kai where he’s intently watching how you give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob to the point his legs twitches every now and then and lawd his moans would be so high pitched and beautiful

wait smiles, you're onto smt... like you might've just surgically opened my brain and hand picked the thoughts I been keeping hidden for so long... cw, service!top reader (gn?), praise, blowjobs, handjobs, riding, implied edging and overstimulation, messy and nasty, whiny!txt, hm hm... lmk if I missed anything

because if we're gonna talk fucked out txt then we're gonna TALK.

yeonjun really cannot shut the fuck up, I swear. he's so adamant too, "babe wait, let me—" it's not until you actually push him backward, making his head hit the plush pillow that he gets the wink. so ungodly loud too, fingers fisting the bedsheets, back arching off of the mattress as whines spill from his bitten and swollen lips. "mhhn— fuck, fuck, wait— no, faster." super indecisive too, much so that you end up completely disregarding his incoherent rambling, lips wrapping around his throbbing cock just to hear him whine once more.

soobin is so soobin. one eye squeezed shut, the other one peering at you through his dark bangs. his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he watches the way your fingers so delicately wrap around his cock — your attention solely focused to the way he twitched in your grasp, soft praises falling from your lips at the tiniest of sound he emits. "so pretty, perfect — all for me." he's coming undone within the minute, though not opposed to going again.

beomgyu goes from cocky to speechless in one sentence. "aw, you're sweet babe, but you really— h-ah, s-shit wait.." propped on his elbows, the muscles of his abdomen clenching and unclenching as he peers down at you with hazy eyes. "n-not so fast— gonna.." he swallows, hard, Adam's apple bobbing as he fights back the fucking filth waiting on his tongue. — whimpers when you as much as exhale against his flushed tip, he also forces you to edge him for hours — mostly because he loves the torture.

taehyun nonverbally fights you for it at first — his hands gripping your hips with more force than necessary as he tries to control your pace on top of him. you have to push him back, nails digging into his forearms as you pry him off. taehyun complies with a small grunt, his brows furrowing as his lips part in an unspoken protest — only for it to be swallowed down by a low groan as you pick up your pace. definitely lets you take it from there, his hands brushing along your arms in silent thank you's.

(let me take my time with this one queen) kai will not take his eyes off of you for a split second. it would've been almost unsettling had he not looked so fucking pretty like that. his brown eyes wide, pupils dilated to a point that should concern you — but it doesn't. his hair sticks to his forehead, sweat sliding down the side of his nose, but he doesn't even care to wipe it off for his hands are gripping the armrests of his chair tightly.

the sight of you, on the floor, devoting all of your attention to his aching cock, is more than enough to send his mind floating and his body buzzing with excitement. — the wet sounds of your lips around him becomes intensified in the otherwise quiet air of your bedroom, the string of saliva attaching you together has him whining out in desperation as he fights not to squirm on the spot.

you only smile around him when his leg jerks, your soft hands running along his trembling thighs as you take him deeper into your waiting mouth. — his high pitched moans soar through the heavy and hot air as he throws his head back for a split second, only for his attention to snap back onto you, not wanting to miss as much as a single second of you between his legs.

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (c.yj) ♡

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of masturbation (m), brief mention of sex, implication of sexy time at the end, yj has a boner, they’re both horny idk synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | taehyun ver. | kai ver. |

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you and yeonjun are close. really close. best friends and partners in crime, who have no problem letting each other into your lives — even into your phones.

which in this case, however, does not turn out the way that either of you expect.

you and yeonjun aren't unfamiliar with the topic of sex; you've ranted to each other many times before about your different sexual escapades, but of course there are always lines, and the line that yeonjun finds himself accidentally crossing right now as he stares at your open camera roll is something that he does not know what to do with. what he once swore would always be a harmless crush, a secret attraction that he's admittedly sometimes used to get himself off but nothing more, has suddenly just shifted into that something more entirely.

it started out with him coming over for a typical hangout day, letting himself in and plopping down on your bed to wait for you as you stepped into the shower.

he's just scrolling through his phone when he hears the music from your speaker cut out and your following groan of frustration.

"jun?" you call. "can you see what's up with spotify? my phone is next to the sink."

"yeah," he calls back as he trudges over to the bathroom, reaching through the slightly cracked-open door to retrieve your phone. leaning against the doorframe from the outside, humming the song that was playing before the music stopped, he types in your passcode and prepares to locate your spotify app.

the melody catches in his throat and his humming comes to an abrupt halt at the sight that he's greeted with instead.

your open camera roll. your open camera roll with pictures of you.

your open camera roll with pictures of you naked.

he knows he shouldn't look — he knows he should close out of the app, bleach his eyes, carry on to spotify, and pretend this never happened.

but FUCK…

he had no idea you could look this sexy.

slowly, guiltily, his thumb hovers lower and lower until he finds himself clicking on the first picture.

it’s even better than what he’s imagined — he swears his lip may start bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it, the sight of your curves, your tits, your thighs, the hint of your pussy, wiping away all thoughts of anything else. these were pictures you had just taken before your shower; pictures you'd taken mere minutes before he'd arrived to your apartment.

his cock twitches in his pants.

he's getting harder and harder as he scrolls through each photo, enraptured by your body, by the look in your eyes that he's never seen on you before - each new pose sending a lick of fire shooting through his body as he fights the guilt that knocks at the corner of his mind.

who is she sending these to???

jealousy. it takes him a moment to realize that the thought makes him jealous.

suddenly he doesn't want any other man to see you like this, to touch you or kiss you or feel you; fuck, you're naked right now just like this, with only a door to separate the two of you, and he feels no better than a pervy middle school boy caught red-handed as he's yanked from his filthy thoughts when you call out, "jun??? is the app not working??"

with a jolt he's scrambling to put your phone back onto the counter, nearly missing, before slamming the bathroom door shut and rushing back to your bed where his own phone lays discarded.

what the hell am i supposed to-

"jun!!! what the-

.............. fuck."

after a painfully long pause, the realization dawns in your voice at the same time as yeonjun's stomach drops. he freezes as he hears the shower come to a stop.

another long pause.

the bathroom door slowly clicks open and you peek your head out. "yeonjun..."

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't look. i mean i did. i-i mean i'll forget that i did. i'm sorry, fuck, i shouldn't have. i'll uh- i'll just let you, um.. i'll just go."

he's halfway out the door before you can blink and you scramble after him in nothing but a towel, not caring that you're dripping all over your floors as you call out, "yeonjun, wait!", nearly slipping as you tug him to a stop in the hallway by the back of his shirt.

you can tell that he's trying his hardest not to look at you when you force him to turn around, the tips of his ears red and the tent in his pants obvious, his height an advantage as he suddenly finds the wall past your head to be the most interesting thing in the world.

you're the one who called after him and yet you're not sure what to say; how are you supposed to tell your smoking hot best friend that you took those pictures with him in mind?

you're not sure exactly what he's thinking, but the raging boner that he's currently failing to cover up is enough for you to decide that there's only one way to find out.

yeonjun clears his throat. "you-"

"i'm gonna drop my towel now."

"WHAT- w-wait-!!"

"you don't want it?"

"i- i.." your sudden declaration was enough to shock yeonjun into looking straight at you, eyes huge and caught by surprise, and now he can't bring himself to look away at the sight of you standing there — wet hair framing your pretty, bare face, the sweet scent from your body wash wafting over him, skin still glistening and rivulets of water dripping down your neck, down your collarbones, down towards your.. your…

he swallows hard.

the soft swell of your breasts pushed up by the little towel that you're ready to drop for him has stolen all of his focus. everything that he saw in those pictures, everything that's now set him on fire, is standing right in front of him begging to be touched; he watches as a bead of water disappears between the curve of your breasts, and that's the tipping point.

his darkened eyes meet yours.

"i want it."

[lovesickchoi]

📁 FILE 02: CHOI YEONJUN

⋆·˚ ༘ * Casual hookups transcend into more when Yeonjun can’t keep his feelings at bay anymore. With praise on his tongue and dirty words a testament of his devotion to you, he’s determined to show you what he’s been holding back.

✦ Love Language: Words of Affirmation

pairing: yeonjun x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.4k

warnings: smut, f!reader, fwb to lovers, dirty talk, praise, reassurance, a lot of dialogue, dry humping, no protection

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Choi Yeonjun could coax an orgasm out of you like no other.

Powerful, blinding, earth-shattering climaxes that left your sensitive body trembling and your mind floating, all while the silver chain around his neck swung low and draped over your skin, marking you as his.

The bite of his bottom lip between his teeth and the scrunch of his forehead, taut with lust. The kiss of his lips to your cheek as your eyes flutter open, drawing light and reality back in. And finally, the slow drag of his hips as he exits your body.

Then he stands up from the bed and puts his clothes back on, already facing the door.

"So I'll text you tomorrow?" Always Yeonjun's last words, barely giving you time to come back to yourself before he's out of your bedroom.

This was the unfortunate nature of your friendship with Yeonjun. Or whatever a sane person might call the predicament you'd found yourselves in. A situationship. A fuckship. A please-don’t-let-me-be-the-only-one-feeling-like-this-ship.

The next day drags on like usual, but this time, you find yourself dreading it—dreading the moment you’ll have to feign a smile for Yeonjun again. He’s already waiting for you at the end of the street like always, ready to walk into your friend’s apartment by your side with another late night ahead.

His arm is naturally slung over your shoulder, keeping you to him, as you greet everyone inside. The proximity never fails to mess with your head. He was always like this around everyone. Touching you, teasing you, making flirtatious remarks that would leave your cheeks rosy. And somehow, more nights than not, it ends with you folded in half beneath him.

You know all too well how it goes. He’d say and do all the right things, painting a picture so perfect it almost felt real. For a moment, it would make sense. Like he wanted you the way you wanted him. Then he’d zip up his pants and leave.

But everyone saw it tonight.

The way Yeonjun stands just a little extra close to you. How your drinks were always shared. His fingers sometimes finding your leg under the table like the flesh of your thigh was calling to him, inviting him to stake his claim.

You hear someone—probably Beomgyu—joke in your direction. “Just fuck already.”

While you choke on your drink, Yeonjun doesn't even blink. “Who says we haven’t?”

The group howled. You laughed too. But you didn’t look at him, not really anyway, afraid he'd catch the frown evident on your face.

There was always a line neither of you dared cross. In public, you let the world think it was just a little playful recklessness.

Behind closed doors, it was different.

He touched you like worship. Fucked you like he was starved—afraid you’d vanish the moment he stopped. He’d murmur things against your skin you weren’t supposed to remember, call you his, tell you how good you were, how only you made him feel like this. You’d cling to his shoulders like you believed it, too.

Lately, after those doors closed, Yeonjun had been acting off. Sex was still intense. Mind-numbing, even.

Yet something would shift the moment he came. How he'd untangled himself from your limbs like it hurt. The way he whispered a soft “Later,” like he was trying not to say something else.

He never used to leave so fast. You never used to care. Not until the cold, empty space next to you began begging to be filled with his warmth again. You wish you'd known what changed.

So when Yeonjun asks if you want to go upstairs, just the two of you, you don’t even question it. The apartment is too crowded, too warm, the buzz in your chest a little too strong to ignore. You nod, letting him lead the way, even though you already know how it’s going to end.

It only takes mere minutes before you're both stripped down to your undergarments, with you face down in the bed as he traces your skin like a canvas.

Yeonjun is straddling your thighs, admiring every inch of your body lying on your stomach before him. His fingers begin just behind your ear, tucking some hair away. Slowly they drag further down your skin—neck, shoulder, spine cascading with goosebumps, waist, hips, the plump skin of your ass and the lacey material that hugged it.

He finally grips you with both his hands, squeezing tightly before bending over your body and biting ever so softly on your earlobe. Your thighs press together, desire pooling in your thin panties already.

Then his voice is whispy and needy against your cheek. “You feel like home to me. I could look at you like this forever.”

It’s unclear what about this that makes you snap. But you’ve had enough being misled, enough of the unkept promises.

“You always say things like that when we're like this. It doesn’t mean anything.” You call him out, only half joking, mostly defensive.

Yeonjun stills—his gaze heavy on only your face. His response pulls the air straight from your lungs.

“It means everything. You just don’t listen.”

It’s then that you realize your eyes have begun filling with tears, which you refuse to let spill. The weight of the situation comes to a head

"Hey," Yeonjun coos. His hands are on your shoulders, forcing you to turn onto your back so he can see you properly. His eyes widen at your red eyes looking back at him, noticing the way you suddenly closed off. He slides next to you on his side.

"Yeonjun, what is this?" You huff, tears gone and replaced with anger. "Because I do listen. That's the problem. I listen to you and I believe what you say. And then you're gone."

He thinly smiles, but there's a layer of shame behind it. “There’s a reason I had to stop hanging around after. If I stayed any longer I might’ve scared you away.”

"Why would you scare me away?" You're nose to nose with him now. You don't know if it was you or he who scooted closer.

"Because I’d stop pretending. I'd ask you to stop seeing anyone else. I'd want to be enough for you. And if I wasn’t, I don’t think I could take it."

You freeze, finally seeing Yeonjun for all that he is now.

He speaks again when you can't find the words. “You think I tell just anyone they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while they’re falling apart under me?”

Your voice is quiet, but sure. "Then stop pretending. Yeonjun… I want more. I just didn’t think you did." Your hand drifts up his chest, resting over his heart. "You're more than enough.”

Yeonjun’s breath stutters. “Then let me show you what I’ve been holding back.”

He surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. He finally lets himself feel everything he’s been holding back.

Your legs tangle instinctively as you both remain on your sides, facing each other, bodies pressed close. His hand is on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard line of him, twitching through both your underwear, pressing right where you need him.

His forehead rests against yours as he begins to move—subtle rolls of his hips that grind his cock against your center, dragging friction with each pass.

“Feel that?” he breathes dreamily. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.”

You gasp, your own hips moving now, chasing the pressure, the closeness, the heat. Your fingers clutch at his flexed bicep, needing something to hold onto.

A broken moan catches in your throat. “You think I don’t feel the same?” You whisper, your tone shaky. Your hips roll to meet his, earning a low groan from his lips. “You leave and I lie in that bed wishing you’d just… stay. I don’t want anyone else, Yeonjun. Just you.”

He lets out an uneven breath like he’s been waiting to hear that for months. His hand slides down to your ass, splaying wide across the flesh to drag you even closer, like he could mold your bodies together.

“Say it again,” he begs, grinding harder now, lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “Say it while I make you cum like this.”

You’re already gasping, forehead pressed to his, needing more and loving that this finally means something.

Every slow grind of his clothed cock against your soaked panties sends shocks through your core. You cling to him, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“O-only you, Yeonjun.”

The second the words leave your mouth, he lights up like a match to gasoline. He groans and grips your ass even tighter, rutting against you now with less restraint. This sends pleasure coiling through your gut.

“Fuck,” he breathes against you, panting now, almost angry with need. “You’re always so perfect for me.”

His hand slips between your bodies, cupping your pussy over your panties and pressing down just enough to make the pressure unbearable. Your head falls back, body shaking as he rocks against you harder, dragging your panties across your swollen clit.

“You sound so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “Every moan—fuck—it’s going straight to my cock. Wanna fuck you slow after this. Real slow. Wanna feel you pulse around me ‘til you’re crying.”

"Please keep going. I need you." You whimper.

“You gonna cum for me like this? Just from grinding? Look how fucking needy you are. I know your body better than anyone, don’t I?”

You nod frantically, already there. The build-up has been burning in your gut since the moment he touched you, and now it’s crashing down in waves—your orgasm slamming into you so hard your knees buckle.

“Yeonjun—” you cry, nails digging into his arm, your hips jerking helplessly against his cock as you cum.

He holds you through it, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other still cupping your cunt, letting you ride the high out on his palm. You’re soaked, panties ruined, your whole body trembling as he whispers filth against your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You cum so good for me.”

And then you feel it, how soaked he is.

The front of his boxers is soaked with pre-cum, the evidence of how hard he’s been holding back nearly obscene. He doesn’t even ask. He pushes his boxers down and tosses them aside, freeing himself. You’re still recovering, but the second his fingers hook into the sides of your panties and peel them off, the heat returns.

You don’t even think—your body moves on instinct. When he comes back down beside you, you grind against his thigh this time, and his jaw clenches at the feel of your bare, soaked folds dragging against his skin, leaving a trail of arousal in your wake.

“Holy shit,” he bites back a moans, watching you with heavy eyes. “Greedy girl. Get on your stomach again.”

You obey, letting him guide you down. He straddles your thighs like before, but this time, everything is different. This time, he knows you’re his. You know it, too.

“Ruin me, baby,” you whisper into the sheets.

He strokes himself slowly behind you, lined up and leaking, watching the way you lie flat before him. He lowers himself, chest and stomach pressed to your back, the weight of him trapping you.

“I meant every word I’ve ever said to you in bed,” he says softly before proceeding, brushing your hair to one side. “Every.” A kiss to your temple. "Single." To your neck. “One.” To the corner of your mouth.

Then he pushes in, sliding into your sensitive heat inch by inch until he’s fully buried. You choke on a moan.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers. “Still clenching from that last orgasm, huh? You’re gonna give me another, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

He starts to move slowly at first, grinding into your sweet spot with every stroke. Your body reacts on its own, already building again. He keeps you flat against the bed, one arm cradling your waist, the other laced with your fingers when you reach back for him. He intertwines your fingers without question.

You’re gasping now, high-pitched whines escaping your lips, babbling about how good it feels, how full you are, how close you are again.

“Don’t stop, please, fuck—Yeonjun—gonna cum again.”

“Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he grits out, rutting into you harder now, hips slapping against your ass, the sound filthy and wet. “So fucking perfect. So tight around me I can barely think.”

You sob into the mattress, your whole body vibrating with pleasure. His cock taps that perfect spot again and again, and you can feel his rhythm falter, his breath hitch. He’s close, so close.

“So sexy like this. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me, baby?”

“On my ass,” you whimper. “Wanna feel you.”

That’s all he needs. His hand slides into your hair, gripping tight, pressing your cheek to the mattress. His thrusts grow frantic, your clit grinding against the sheets, the pressure sending sparks down your spine.

“I love you,” he gasps, voice raw. “I love you so fucking much—”

And then you’re both coming.

You first, spasming around him, thighs shaking uncontrollably as the friction sends you over the edge a second time. He pulls out quickly, stroking himself fast as thick, hot ropes spill across your ass and lower back, his body trembling above you.

Neither of you moves. Your face is still buried in the sheets, breathing hard. He leans down, kissing your spine, your shoulders, your cheek. He's extra tender now.

But the fire in both your bodies hasn’t gone out. Not even close. Yeonjun knows it, too. Not when you two are finally on the same page.

His lips brush your ear. “I think we’re gonna need a bed we can ruin properly.”

You smile, still breathless. “Then let's get out of here. I want more of you."

"Come on," he chuckles, rolling off the bed. He extends a hand to you, gently tugging you up with him. "Yours or mine?"

You hesitate to say yours, and he senses it. His hands cup your face on each side, lowering his head to meet your eye line. "It's okay. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. I won't make that mistake ever again."

You don’t say another word. There’s no need to.

Clothes are slipped back on in silence, the air still thick with everything that just passed between you. When you head back downstairs, hand in hand, you don’t miss the wide eyes and gaping mouths staring after you. Yeonjun tosses a few half-hearted goodbyes over his shoulder without slowing down. You stay close behind him, face tucked shyly into his back as he guides you out the door.

But behind your flustered smile, pride, giddiness, and relief are all wrapped in one. Because finally, Choi Yeonjun was yours.

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[pombeom]

pose away | yeonjun fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: enemies to lovers, arrogant model!yeonjun x sub photographer!reader

warnings: nicknames, slut shaming, blowjob, wall sex, markings, unprotected sex, hair pulling

a/n: this might be my favourite fic written yet! djsjkskssjjaka im craving mean yeonjun so bad rn! not proofread

Working as a freelance photographer bought its many challenges. Today was one of them. You hauled yourself out of bed early in the morning to begin setting up the make-shift studio in your living room. Whilst you were studying photography at a college, working part time gave you the opportunity to build up both your experience and portfolio. Often times you don’t get a choice as you take on whatever projects come your way. Even when the person you despised most on campus comes to you asking for a photoshoot, no matter how much you wanted to refuse, you agreed, setting up a date for your shoot which happened to be today. 

You move the lights arounds, working out the best places for them and begin creating an inspiration mood board on your phone before he arrives. The sun burned through the large windows, raising the inside inside your home so you turn on the aircon, hoping it would cool your house down in time for your guest’s arrival. You know he would complain about it being too warm being the spoiled brat he is. You didn’t want to take any chances, especially not today when he had promised you a large sum of money for your services even though you often charge little to nothing. 

Just as you finished setting up, cleaning up the final bits and bobs around the room, you hear the bell ring and not even a second later, a loud thumping on the door. 

“My god, he can’t even wait a second can he,” you sigh shaking your head at his impatience, already regretting accepting his clientele. 

You open the door to see a tall man standing arrogantly in front of you, wanting to wipe away that smirk on his face as he walked in, shoving past you. 

“Nice set up you there,” he says as he makes his own way through your living room, seating himself down on your leather sofa, manspreading his long legs. 

“Thanks,” you roll your eyes, attempting to suppress your annoyance. Why on earth is Yeonjun in your house right now? How did this even happen? 

He’s wearing a linen shirt, the first few buttons undone, and black slacks making his outfit look laid back in a put together kinda way. His long hair is styled so it’s tucked behind his ear but a few strands strayed and fell onto his face. No matter how much you hated him, you weren’t blind to the fact that he’s probably the most attractive person on campus. There’s a certain aura he possesses that just lures you in. But you were better than that. He doesn’t seem to control you the way he does other girls. No matter how many times you nearly slipped into his charm, you had always managed to bring yourself back. 

“Are you gonna tell me what to do, or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?” His sharp voice brings you back, slightly embarrassed that he caught you. 

“I wasn’t staring, simply observing you to see what I’m working with.” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already “observed” me enough before. Unless you wanna keep staring, then go for it. I don’t mind. I know you like it too,” you let out a sigh, making sure he could hear it, rolling your eyes at his self-centredness. How you were to put up with this for another 3 hours was beyond you. 

“Come stand here. You see the green tape? Just make sure you stand behind it. You can pose away Mr Choi Yeonjun,” you instruct, getting behind the camera as he makes his way onto the white screen. 

Without needing much guidance, he gets into all sorts of poses. He starts off by crouching, sticking out his tongue, eluding with sexiness before shifting to another pose where he’s standing up again, hands in both pockets as he tilts his head ever so slightly but in all the ways that makes a difference. 

For the next 30 minutes, he is constantly moving while you’re almost having to do an entire workout just to keep up with him. The heat of the room also gets to you, your cheeks flushed red which Yeonjun notices. 

“Are you blushing from how good I look, doll?” his smirk, combined with the nickname sets you off, feeling the heat burn through your cheeks even more. 

“Shut up. How about we take a break?” You question, trying to distract you from the fact that you’re now ever so slightly turned on by his comment. 

With that, Yeonjun is slumped back on your couch, while you run to the kitchen, rummaging through your freezer trying to find an ice lolly to cool and calm you down. 

You discard the wrapper in the bin, taking the long stick of coloured ice in your mouth, sucking off the first layer is its juices. You moan at the feeling of the cold entering your mouth, as the ice begins to melt around it. Walking back to the living room, Yeonjun puts his phone down to look up at you, once again with a smile that has a mischievous allure plastered onto it. 

“Doll, you think you could suck a cock like that?” 

His remark has you pulling the ice lolly out your mouth instantly, making a pop as it comes out. Your jaw is left hanging as you feel the butterflies in your stomach travel up to your throat, leaving you speechless. 

He stand up and steps towards you ever so slowly that for some reason you wish he would go faster so he could be closer to you sooner. When he gets less than 2 feet away, you step back hitting the wall as his arms cage you, trapping you in his presence. His fingers wipe away the juice from your iced treat in one swipe as he takes it to his own mouth sucking off the liquid. Your eyes enlarge from the proximity and his actions, feeling the ice drop down your fingers as well as a wetness forming in between your legs. 

“I asked you a question. Do you think you could suck a cock like that?” 

“Mhmm…” you were only able to make a short sound while you nod your head, not shying away from his sharp gaze. 

“Why don’t you show me then, doll?” He caresses your hair before grabbing it into a tight ponytail and before you know it, you’re on your knees below him, almost seeming as if you were begging for his dick. 

With his free hand, he unbuttons his trousers letting them slip down his lean legs and as if on cue, you pull down his black boxers, his long cock springing out. Whilst he may have been an average on thickness, he definitely made up for it in length, so much so that you could already feel it hitting the tip of your cervix. 

“Come on doll, suck my pretty cock.” 

You begin by encapsulating just his tip in your mouth, letting the coldness from the ice transfer onto his hard length to which it reacts by twitching in your mouth as Yeonjun hisses. You slowly move up and down his shaft looking up at his face whilst doing so, meeting his eyes filled with lust. 

“You’re pretty mouth looks so good around my cock, doesn’t it, doll? Go faster.”

His grip on your hair tightens as he begins shoving his dick into your mouth as if on a rampage, tears falling from your eyes. His other hand grabs ahold of your chin, lifting it up further to better his view of what he was doing to you. Your moans vibrate against his cock, sending him into a high as he grunts with every pump. You feel him twitch in your mouth and before he can cum, he pulls out harshly, making the same pop as your ice lolly. Your sobs don’t stop even after he’s pulled out, craving to feel him more. Especially inside you. 

“Aww, is my doll crying because she wants me? I think I can help with that. Stand up,” he commands, his voice firm but flirty. His assurance only made him sexier at this present moment as much as you hated to admit it. 

Once you’re on your feet, he slams you back into the wall and pulls down your shorts in one swift move, revealing your white lace thong. 

“I knew my doll was a slut for me. Even if you hate to actually say it.” 

Your excuse was that you hadn’t done your laundry yet so you were left with your more extravagant pieces of lingerie but even you knew that deep down he was somewhat correct. 

You feel a sudden sensation as you feel Yeonjun’s lips attached to your neck, sucking under your ear, instantly having found your sweet spot. Melting under his magic touch, your hands automatically move around his neck, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel him more. 

“Yeonjun. Touch me please.” 

You were desperate for him and you hated it but with the puddle increasingly seeping through your underwear, you couldn’t care less, only wanting to feel him inside you. 

Yeonjun, strokes your clothed pussy, that being enough to send you off high, as you moan in his ears, humping his hands. 

“Such a slut for me, are you doll? Wonder what you’d be like if you had the real thing slamming into you?” 

And that’s exactly what he did. Pushing your thong to the side, he rams his cock in, not letting you adjust, pushing in and out of your pussy as he holds up your thigh, ensuring that he can hit into you deeper. With each thrust, you let out a sinful moan, as Yeonjun’s pride and ego skyrocket through the roof. As he picks up the pace he lifts you up, supporting you against the wall by holding up both your thighs. Even then, he didn’t slow down, continuing to slam his cock into you, abusing the top of your cervix over and over. 

“You’re so fucking hot, doll. Can’t wait to be cumming on you babe. Can’t wait to ruin you. You want that don’t you?” 

The way he thrusts has you feeling his cock all the way in your throat, making deep moans the only thing that come out your mouth. 

“Going dumb on my cock, doll? Such a slut aren’t you?” 

He rams into you even faster as you feel your orgasm getting closer. Your hole now sensitive as you feel the knot in your stomach build. 

“Yeonjun! I’m gonna cum!” You scream, wanting to reach your high. M

You let out one last moan as the orgasmix wave ripples through your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Yeonjun rides out your high before pulling out and pulling his own spurts of cum onto your T-shirt which you hasn’t removed. Your favourite black T-shirt was now stained with his cum, not knowing if a round of washing would help. 

You collapse as your legs were physically unable to hold you up but before you reach the ground, Yeonjun’s arms catch you, supporting your waist, helping you remain standing. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. And you’re such a slut for me. If only I knew sooner. Would have fucked your brains out much sooner.” 

You finally fell. After 2 years of holding it back, you finally fell for Yeonjun’s charm and his lustful aura. Any sense of disappointment you would have felt was overridden with the fact that you had gotten the best sex of your life from this man you despise. 

[yezznn]

Homecoming kisses. Drabble

pairings: choi yeonjun x gn!reader

warnings: None. Just pure fluff and idol!yj being a sweetheart<3 stablished relationship!

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Yeonjun stumbled through the door, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. The day had been relentless, packed with rehearsals, interviews, and performances thanks to comeback season. All he wanted now was to collapse into the comfort of home and the warmth of your embrace.

He found you curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over your legs, engrossed in a TV show. The sight of you brought a tired smile to his lips. Quietly, he made his way over, careful not to startle you.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from hours of singing and talking.

You looked up, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Hey, you. Long day?”

He nodded, sinking down beside you with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. “You have no idea.”

Without another word, you opened your arms to him. Yeonjun didn’t hesitate, leaning into your embrace and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The familiar scent of you was soothing, and he felt some of the day’s tension melt away.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin.

“I missed you too,” you replied, running your fingers through his hair. “You did great today, I’m sure of it.”

Yeonjun pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “All I could think about was coming home to you,” he admitted, his voice soft. “I just want to kiss you.” He continued, a pout adorning his pretty lips.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “Then what are you waiting for?”

With a gentle chuckle, Yeonjun closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love, longing, and the comfort of being with the one person who made everything worthwhile.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a content sigh escaping his lips. “This is all I need,” he whispered. “Just you and me.”

You smiled, holding him close. “Always.”

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murder on my mind- (c.yj)

genre; angst, smut, fluff

pairings; murderer!yeonjun, afab!reader

w/c; 4k

synopsis; after an attack on Y/N leads to yeonjun murdering a man, she realizes the crush he had on her for months is more than just a crush. how will she think of him after the crime?

warnings; murder, man attacking y/n, blood, stabbing, kind of blood play/kink (kind of idk), bathtub sex, fingering, squirting, riding, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex.

a/n; if this is triggering in anyway, please do not read, its not worth it, i promise!! i tried putting in all the warnings. i want to do a serialkiller!idol, but i want to see how this does first lol, hope you enjoy!! <3

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"oh Y/N, i forgot, i need to drop something off to taehyun before we head back to the house." your best friend/roommate's boyfriend taehyun worked at a small cafe down the street from your apartment and you mumble, "hopefully yeonjun isn't working."

the bell on the door rings when the two of you walk in and taehyun flashes his big smile when he sees your best friend. "here's your energy supplements baby."

you drown out their typical cheesy conversation while looking around to spot yeonjun, and luckily he was no where in sight. "since we're here, can i get an americano?" taehyun turns his attention to you and nods, starting on the order. " how can you make that sweet little face work?" your best friend slaps your shoulder playfully and your nose scrunches, "it's his job weirdo, why don't you strap on an apron and help him the-"

"Y/N?" your eyes widen when you are cut off to a familiar voice behind you. "yeonjunnnn, heeeey." your words were drawn out from awkwardness and yeonjun had a blush on his cheeks.

"i haven't seen you here in weeks, how are you?" he takes a seat comfortably next to the chair you sat in and you just click your tongue, thinking of excuses. "i don't like coffee anymore."

"iced americano for Y/N!! your order is ready!!" taehyun yelled louder than usual and you tsk at him while your friend laughs in the back.

yeonjun had a confused face but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him he was the reason.

he had an obvious crush on you, everytime you come in he writes his phone number on the coffee cup, or draws hearts and although it was sweet, he's not your type.

he had the personality of a lost puppy and it may have your fault as well, flirting with him before you got to know him because he's quite handsome.

"well, we have to go, come on Y/B/N..."

"wait, i've actually been wanting to ask you-" you could tell yeonjun was nervous by the constent clearing of his throat and sweat on his eyebrow. "do you want to go out sometime?"

you bite the inside of your cheek and breathe out slowly, just be honest with him Y/N.

"i'm sorry yeonjun, you're not really my type, i like men who are dangerous, you're too soft for me." he just stood with a disappointed expression, taking the rejection and nodding slow. "alright."

a couple weeks after you rejected yeonjun, you kept getting a strange feeling that someone has been watching you.

it’s getting to the point where even in the shower, you open the shower curtain every 5 seconds from paranoia.

one night, you wore a crop top with a short skirt to the nightclub and on the way home, you got the same feeling again.

your head turns to see nothing but you couldn’t shake it so you decide to go the safest way home instead of the short cut, but before you turned the corner someone jumps out and grabs your body.

the yell you tried to let out didn’t come due to a mans hand around your mouth and your fight to get away pushed the both of you to the ground.

before you could even see his face, he was abruptly pulled away from your body and you look up breathlessly to see yeonjun of all people.

he had the man in a tight chokehold so he couldn’t get away and you watch him push the stranger to the wall. “look away Y/N.”

ignoring his words, your eyes never leave yeonjun while he flicks open his knife and stabs the man in the neck.

you gasp loud at the sound then tears start coming out of your eyes when the man lifelessly falls to the ground, and blood pours from his neck.

yeonjun looks over at your terrified eyes and rushes over, kneeling down. “are you okay?”

the words weren’t coming out but all you wanted him to do is get away from you. “Y/N, talk to me please.” your eyes flicker up to the once innocent face you dont recognize anymore.

“how could you kill someone? i know he was going to hurt me, but beating him up would’ve been enough, or even running for fucks sake.” all the emotions came over you and now unleashed upon yeonjun.

he grabs your tear soaked cheeks with his bloody hands and the warmness of the liquid made you flinch away, but he held them tight so you couldn't move. "i was mainly saving you, yes, but he has probably hurt so many other women, including you if i didn't stop it."

your breathing quicken from the panic attack you were currently having and yeonjun wraps an arm around your shoulders. "we need to leave Y/N, someone could've seen and called the cops,"

you just nod slow when he helps you stand to your feet and you look up to see blood splatter on his neck. "let me walk you home."

yeonjun kept his arm tight around your shoulders the entire walk, which gave you a sense of security, although ironic, considering he was the one who made you so scared a few moments ago.

when the two of you arrive to your apartment, he opens the door for you and you bow gently. "uh.. i think you should come in and shower."

"good idea, i would be pretty suspicious walking around with blood all over me the same night a man was murdered." even though it was dark, you let out a soft giggle at his joke and invite him in.

yeonjun waited in your room while you dig through Y/B/N's closet for clothes taehyun might have left from when he spent the night.

you finally find a random t-shirt and sleep shorts of his and walk in your room to a shirtless yeonjun, staring blankly out the window. "this is all i could find, is it okay?"

he turns his head and nods, grabbing the clothing from your hands, then points to a door. "is that the bathroom?" instead of answering, you couldn't stop staring at his muscles, and thinking about how his work uniform didn't do his body justice.

"Y/N?" you blink out of your disassociation and clear your throat, "yes, take your time." he had a smirk on his face which made you shiver.

how could you go from being terrified of him to attracted in the matter of 30 minutes?

yeonjun entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him and filla the tub with water while he undresses.

he didn't dare look in the mirror because he knows if he did, the person looking back wouldn't be the same person he's known for 25 years.

when the bathtub was filled to his liking, he sits inside and watches the clear water turn a light shade of red due to the dried blood on his hands.

no regrets. he would've hurt your love if you didn't end up following her home. that scum deserved every painful moment. he needed to be ended.

anger boiled over yeonjun again while he thinks of all the vile things the man could've done to you and he stared at the water, not hearing a knock at the door.

"yeonjun are you okay?"

he looks up to see your head poking in from the cracked door, "yes, are you?"

"i'm kind of scared alone.." you didn't want to admit it, but you feel the safest with him right now. he chuckles soft and sees the blood still on your cheeks. "do you want to join me?"

you nod weakly and walk in the bathroom, looking down at the bath water. with a deep breath, you undress until you're in your underwear then bite the inside of your cheek, "can you look away for a second?"

yeonjun complies and closes his eyes, then faces the other way so you felt comfortable.

when he wasn't looking, you completely undress and wrap an arm around your breasts while you step inside the bath with him. "you can look now."

yeonjun turns his head to see your knees up to your chest, due to lack of room in the small tub and chuckles. "come here."

when he watches you uncomfortably shuffling over to him, he grabs your hips and pulls you on his lap easily. "more comfortable?" you nod and slowly move your arm away from your chest, but he was too busy admiring your face to notice.

your cheeks redden from his eyes trailing every inch of your skin and he reaches up with a wet hand to rub off the blood handprint from earlier.

“oh, let me get you a wash cloth.” you forgot to tell him earlier where they were and as you begin about to stand, he tightened his grip on your hips.

“it’s okay, lets just stay like this.” you relax your body in his arms and nod, “do i look pretty with your handprint on my face?”

yeonjun chuckles then clears his throat, “actually yes, i wish you would never wash it off.”

“i think you kind of look hot with blood all over you too… are we sick?” you blush at your question and yeonjun rubs circles around your hip bone, “i think so, but i’m okay with it.”

you tilt his chin up gently and kiss his lips impulsively, your heart beating fast from adrenaline.

yeonjun grabs your cheeks like he did earlier that night and immediately kisses back, something he’s been waiting for.

you didn’t expect him to be so romantic, but his kiss was the most intense and passionate feeling you’ve ever experienced.

you slide your tongue in his mouth and a soft moan leaves his throat due to your hips moving on his lap under the red water.

yeonjun takes his hands away from your cheeks and moves them back to your hips when he feels his dick growing under you, “Y/N please, you’re making my mind go to dark thoughts.”

you hum and kiss yeonjun on his neck, then up to his ear, “i’m not scared.” your whisper made his body get chills and he uses one of his hands to rub your clit slow.

a gasp came out of your mouth and you dig your face in his neck with a whine at the feeling, “turn around and sit in my lap.”

you do as he says, settling in his lap while he kisses your lips and spreads your legs open wide so he could see your pussy at the angle.

“very pretty Y/N.” you blush at his use of your name and kiss his neck soft when he continues to rub your clit. “does that feel good?” you nod with a whine and thrust your hips gently, wanting more.

yeonjun smirks at you while he trails one of his long slender fingers up and down your pussy lips. you whine again at the feeling and he enters two fingers in slowly.

after a few seconds of teasing, he moves them quick inside of you, the veins in his arm start to show from the speed and you nuzzle your face in his neck again.

yeonjun uses his other hand to rub your clit as the other continues to hit your g-spot over and over, “i don’t think i can last very long like this yeonjun.”

he smirks at your words, but doesn’t stop, “i want to make you cum like no one else has baby, you won’t remember another man after me.”

you could tell he was getting annoyed at the thought of another man being mentioned so you try to test his anger.

“i don’t know, i’ve had some pretty good dick in my life.” yeonjun adds another digit, stretching you out more. “Y/N, i’m warning you.”

you smirk to yourself and look down at his fingers with a moan, “i had a man bend me over at the club tonight and he had such a big dick.” even though you were lying, and yeonjun knew, the thought still made him angry.

“you like being bent over huh?” he asks and slaps your clit hard, making you wince. yeonjun adds a fourth finger and you’ve never felt this good by a man. it made you feel guilty for judging him all these months of him yearning.

you knew you were about to cum so you lean up and swirl your tongue around his neck, tasting the blood with a moan.

“yeonjun i’m about to-“ before you could finish you push his hand away and you lift your hips upwards, squirting on the bathroom wall infront of the both of you.

he chuckles and kisses your neck while still rubbing your clit fast until you stop squirting. “not only has a man never made me cum before, one has definitely never made me squirt,” breathlessly, you sit up to turn around so you were facing him.

yeonjun smiles at the accomplishment and stretches his arm from the work he did. “i’m glad you were pleased baby.”

you pout and crawl ontop of him, “i want to do it again, i didn’t get to feel your cock.” his member twitched at your words and he hums, rubbing your ass in his hands. “do you want to ride me?”

you nod excitedly and stroke him slowly before lifting one of your legs so you could sit down on his cock easily.

yeonjun holds your hips steady and kisses your lips a few times when he feels the warmth of your pussy.

you were still sensitive from your last orgasm and the water pushing inside of you with every bounce on his dick, was making it feel better.

“you are so fucking hot.” yeonjun was already moaning at your movements and he tilts his head back so you had a clear vision of his adams apple. you lean in and give him a few hickeys on the spot while he plays with your nipples.

he had to hold his nut in when he sees your mouth open wide from pleasure and titties bouncing, “i’m not going to last long Y/N, you can make me cum just by smiling.”

you giggle and kiss his lips softly, “i want to feel your cum deep inside of me baby.” yeonjun began thrusting up into you fast at the name you called him and he grunts.

you lean down while still bouncing on his dick and swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. he grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up to kiss your lips hard, making you moan.

“are you sure it’s okay to cum inside of you?”

you nod and kiss his lips again while his hand was still tangled in your hair. your pussy tightens around him and you cum around him with a loud squeal.

yeonjun couldn’t hold it in anymore, thrusting his cock hard in you again and shooting his load deep inside while kissing your lips rough.

you still bounce on him and stop when he starts shaking from sensitivity, “you have the best dick, i promise.” you giggle while you both catch your breath and yeonjun slaps your butt playfully, “i already knew you were going to be perfect.” he replies with a cheeky smile.

at this point, the blood was already washed off of the both of you so you get up and laugh when it was hard to stand due to your legs feeling like jello.

“i’ll help you.” yeonjun steadies you then stands as well, and grabs a towel on the rack next to him. he lifts you up in his arms and wraps the towel around your body, while he walks you to your bed.

he rests you down gently and kisses your lips, making your heartbeat fasten at his romantic gesture.

yeonjun slides on the shorts you let him wear and you point to the shirt, “can i wear that? i don’t feel like standing up to get mine.”

he shakes his head and walks to your dresser, “i don’t care if it’s taehyun’s, i don’t want you wearing another man’s clothes.” you giggle at his jealousy, and point again but to a long sleep shirt, “that one is fine.”

he grabs the shirt from the drawer and walks to your bed while you sit up, “thank you.” you slide it over your body and pat the bed next to you, “lay with me.”

yeonjun nods and lays down on your bed, giving you another kiss, “i hope this isn’t a one time thing.”

you shake your head and wrap a leg around his waist, then pull the blanket over your bodies. “definitely not, i want to keep you.”

he chuckles at your cuteness and one of his hands plays with your damp hair, while the other rubbed your leg that was ontop of him.

“i have a question, yeonjun.”

he hums tiredly and looks down at your side profile. “would you kill for me again?”

yeonjun kisses the top of your head and smiles, “without hesitation.”

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When Your Sick ━ 투바투

☆pairing¡! ot5 x fem!reader (separate) ☆genre¡! fluff, little bit of angst (maybe) ☆warnings¡! mentions illness, mentions food, just the boys being a bit dramatic ☆summary¡! how each member cares for you when your sick ☆wc¡! 759 ☆a/n¡! a thank you for reaching 200 FOLLOWERS!!! I appreciate all the love and support from each and every one of you! It means the world. ♡ ☆nets¡! @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

Yeonjun

Yeonjun shows up at your place, a single bottle of orange juice in hand and sunglasses perched on his head as if he's about to perform some grand feat.

"Alright, babe," he declares, handing you the juice. "This is the miracle cure that's going to save you."

"It's...orange juice?" you say, raising an eyebrow.

"Not just any orange juice!" he insists, looking wounded. "It has vitamin C—nature's medicine."

He doesn't stop there. Yeonjun sets up a whole "healing" routine, including relaxing music, candle lighting, and even a pillow-fluffing demonstration. When you roll your eyes, he just grins. "Come on, a little drama never hurt anyone," he teases, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Even though it's totally over-the-top, you find yourself smiling at his antics. He knows exactly how to lighten the mood—and with him by your side, suddenly being sick doesn't feel so bad.

Soobin

You wake up feeling groggy and feverish, only to see Soobin's worried face hovering above yours. He's holding a giant thermos of soup, looking like he's on a high-stakes mission.

"Hey, babe, are you okay?" he asks for what feels like the hundredth time that morning, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.

"I'm fine, Soobin," you groan, trying to reassure him.

But he isn't convinced. He insists on taking your temperature every half hour, jotting down each result in a little notebook he brought with him. Every few minutes, he asks if you need anything else—more soup, more blankets, more pillows—until you're bundled up like a burrito.

"Are you comfortable? Are you sure you're comfortable?" he keeps asking, eyes wide with concern.

"Yes, I promise," you say, though you can't help but laugh at his intensity. Soobin may be over-the-top, but there's no doubt he'd do anything to make you feel better—even if it means driving you a little crazy in the process.

Beomgyu

The minute Beomgyu hears you're feeling under the weather, he shows up ready to make fun of you just enough to cheer you up.

"Whoa, babe, you look...intense," he says with a smirk, settling down next to you. "Like, are you trying to scare people with this look?"

You groan and roll your eyes. "Wow, thanks, Gyu."

"What? I'm here to lift your spirits!" He grins, nudging you as he wraps a blanket around your shoulders. Despite the teasing, Beomgyu makes sure you're warm and comfortable, getting you snacks and water while continuing to poke fun at you just enough to keep you laughing.

By the end of the day, he's retelling stories and making goofy faces until you're practically wheezing with laughter. You realize his jokes are his way of showing he cares, and soon, you almost forget you're sick at all.

Taehyun

When Taehyun finds out you're sick, he shows up prepared like he's ready to run a full clinic out of your living room. He sets his duffle bag down with a serious look, taking in your tired expression.

"Alright, we're going to tackle this efficiently," he says, quickly unpacking a collection of supplies.

He organizes everything with military precision, lining up medicines by time and even pulling out a whiteboard (where did he get that?) to map out a full schedule for you: pills, water, soup, rest.

"Just follow the plan, babe. You'll feel better in no time," he says with a small smile, patting your hand.

You're a little overwhelmed by his intensity, but deep down, you feel taken care of in a way only Taehyun could manage. With him by your side, even something as tedious as getting over a cold suddenly feels like a breeze.

Huening Kai

Kai hears you're under the weather, and within minutes, he's at your door with an armful of snacks and a warm hoodie. As soon as he sees you, he gasps in sympathy, rushing over to hug you.

"Aw, my poor baby," he says, squeezing you tight. He pulls a blanket around both of you, settling down next to you and making sure you're cozy and warm.

He insists you eat some of the snacks he brought, despite your protests that you don't have much of an appetite. "A little bit of food will make you feel better, trust me," he says, holding out a piece of chocolate until you accept it.

For the rest of the day, he stays right by your side, softly chatting about his day, humming songs, and pulling you close every time you sneeze or cough. Before long, you're drifting off in his arms, comforted by his warmth and gentle care.

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[beomev]

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, choi yeonjun

연준────𝗂'𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 x reader ⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 fluff, crack ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 perm yeonjun showing up in my dreams ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲

[enhas-pov]

please forgive me

summary: having a jealous & abusive boyfriend isn’t always easy, is it?

warnings: abuse, toxic relationship, yandere/obsessive behaviour

word count: 475

note: a quick drabble for u guys :)

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i was sat on the cold floor in my underwear only and a t-shirt. i had my head lowered as yeonjun was stood over me while looking down at me. i was covered in bruises and had a few open wounds that were bleeding here and there, and the reason to that is because yeonjun got a little mad at me when i decided to thank some random guy who returned my wallet that i lost. he kept on yelling at me and accusing me of being a cheater, and when i tried to argue back thats when he started hitting me.

"did you learn your lesson? hm?" he crouched down in front of me, aggressively grabbing me by my chin so id look up at him. i looked into his eyes with my teary ones, too scared to try and talk back to him again. i simply nodded as tears began rolling down my face again. "why the fuck are you crying?" he growled, tapping my cheek with his hand. i mumbled a soft “i-im sorry..” which somehow pissed him off even more? “are you trying to guilt trip me?” his voice sounded filled with rage as he stood up.

“w-what..?-“

“you’re trying to make me feel bad for hurting you. that’s why you’re crying like a fucking baby, am i wrong?”

if i told him yes, he was wrong, then there’s a chance he could beat me so badly i’d end up in the hospital. “yeonjun.. i’m not trying to guilt trip you, i- i swear..” i quickly wiped my tears away hoping it would make a difference, but unfortunately it didn’t. he grabbed a tight hold of my hair and yanked my head back so i’d be forced to look up at him. i whimpered from the burning sensation in my scalp, unable to bare the pain.

“j-jjun! i’m sorry.. please stop, i-it hurts..” he stopped just for a second, giving me exactly 10 seconds to convince him to let go. “i would never cheat on you.. i love you! no one else, j-just you. please junnie.. i’m sorry, p-please forgive me” watching me beg and cry for forgiveness, a smirk formed on his lips. he’s a sick man who found joy in watching me suffer like this. he didn’t let go of my hair, he just loosened the grip he had on it as he crouched down in front of me again.

he pulled my face in closer by my hair, “you’re sorry baby?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “y-yes” my voice stuttered while i nodded. he hummed, placing a kiss on my bruised and bloodied lips before he stood up. “you gonna show me how sorry you really are?” he started unzipping his pants, and i started preparing myself for yet another painful round with my boyfriend.

[boba-beom]

❦ text me good night | choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x reader genre: fluff! | drabble warning(s): just incredibly cute yeonjun, reader a little bit jealous but it’s silly, not proof read wc: 722 note: I am in my feels 🧎‍♀️allow it. this is so random, my apologies~

You weren’t one to be too nit-picky about whether or not you received texts from your significant other first thing in the morning, nor were you too bothered if they forgot to send you a goodnight text. But after what you heard the other day, even though it may have been some sort of friendly banter, you just had to talk to Yeonjun about it.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Walking into the kitchen, where you found your boyfriend sat by the breakfast bar, phone in hand and eyes attached to the screen. He hummed in response for you to continue, but you realised he wasn’t looking at you. Other times, you would have continued talking, but you felt like you needed his attention just this once.

Without saying anything, you stood there, silently waiting until you knew you had his full attention. “Y/n, baby? Why aren’t you saying anything?” You watched him switch off his phone, setting it aside on the surface of the table. He shifted in his seat slightly, half standing to reach over and tug you by the hand to walk closer to him.

Standing between his legs you were pouting, looking down at the way his fingers were meddling with yours. You were hesitant to say the least. What you really wanted to say sounded quite embarrassing in your head, and you were just thinking how embarrassing it would probably sound if said aloud. But you tried to muster up the courage to say this silly little thing.

You let out a sigh. “You know the other day.. when we were with your friends?” He nodded. “Is it true that you used to send Heejin good morning and good night texts?” Your tone sounded a little too solemn for Yeonjun’s liking, and he had a feeling that might have bothered you, even in the slightest.

“Is my baby jealous?” He tickled your sides, refraining from laughing like you always do, but you took a step back, latching your hands around his wrists to halt his movements.

“Yeonjun, I’m being serious.”

“Ah, come here.” He pulled you close, taking ahold of your arms and placing them to drape over his broad shoulders, you couldn’t help yourself but to bring one of your hands to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His lips brushed past the shell of your ear, his hands resting at the dip of your waist.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, princess. Heejin’s just a close family friend and it we did that ironically, plus that was so long ago and I haven’t done that since. I didn’t know if you wanted that too, since well, she was the last girl I sent those kinds of texts to. If you wanted that, you could have just told me.”

You were listening intently to each and every word he had to say, finally hearing the context of the inside joke, which you’ve heard about multiple times. You lean back just enough to hold eye contact with Yeonjun’s dark chocolate eyes, flickering your gaze to his lips which you saw curve into a slight smile.

“So, what is it you want?” Cocking his head to the side, he raised a brow, in the hopes you would answer his question truthfully.

Hesitant, you bit your bottom lip, softly chewing on the soft surface of the skin of your lip. “I guess I do want you to send me texts too...” You mumbled under your breath, trailing the last couple of words.

“Pretty girl, I can’t hear you. You’re gonna have to speak up a little.”

“I said I want you to send me good morning and good night texts,” you raised your voice a little louder. “... please.”

Yeonjun’s chuckle sounded quite hoarse, but filled with endearment. It was one thing seeing you behaving in a jealous manner, it was another thing to actually hear you say what you want.

“Sure, baby. I’ll do that.” He pulled you in again, snuggling his face into your neck and hugging you in that position for what felt like a long time. “Say, could you admit you were jealous?” You could hear the smug tone in his voice, rolling your eyes to no one in particular while softly nudging his shoulder.

“Don’t push it, Junie.”

[beomiracles]

hi serene im on my knees begging you to do an imagine on reader watching ot5 play with themselves 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🙏

this one's been on my mind a lot,, I've been thinking about how to do it hm, could definitely manage a longer drabble but since it's a hard thought I'm doing I'll just do my take on how they jerk off cw, masturbation (m), nipple stimulation, soobin plays with his balls, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk, pillow humping

yeonjun definitely takes his time, he's not in any particular rush, especially if you're watching. well, he tries to take it slow at least. admittedly he's a little desperate, he gets you after he's done, after all. — uses his hand most of the time, might tap into some toys every now and again, but I see him as very simple. however he definitely pinches and rubs his nipples when he masturbates, emitting high-pitched whines as he does of course.

soobin is so so shy at first. eyes closed and his hand tentatively stroking himself, painfully aware of your intense gaze on him. and if he does manage to forget about you for a minute or two, all it takes is one sigh from you to have him practically jumping out of his seat. — once he gets more comfortable he's definitely rough with himself. tugging on his cock and making a show out of it. wouldn't put it past him to not reach a hand down and play with his balls as well.

beomgyu is the biggest fucking tease, especially to himself. will edge himself in front of you for however long you want. the veins on his arms will be straining after a good half hour but that will hardly deter him. tells you all the nasty things he wants to do to you, in heavy detail too — "wanna sit you down on my cock so bad" "god I bet you're dripping wet right now" "can you show me?" ends up making you even more flustered despite being the one still clothed.

taehyun really just wants to flaunt himself in front of you. having you watch him feeds his ego like nothing else. he's got your attention right where he wants it. eye contact never bothered him, in fact you find yourself shying away from his narrowed gaze after a whole five minutes. — runs his hands over his chest, flexing his abs unnecessarily much but he knows you like it. definitely also edges himself in front of you until you're pleading for him to get it over with and fuck you.

kai is a shameless pillow humper. well, he does have some shame, for the first two minutes at least. gets so quickly lost in the sensations that he completely forgets that you're watching. it's not until he's cum, the cotton between his legs soaked and his chest heaving that he looks up to lock eyes with you, his face turning all shades of red. — so desperate that he ends up overstimulating himself completely, not knowing when to stop, not until you snatch the pillow from him and push him down on the mattress.

[taegimood]

— yeonjun overstimming himself to make you cum ♡

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: smut, overstimulation (m receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (m receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, good girl), tummy bulge, pussydrunk soft dom bf!jun~

a/n - i’ve had this idea for a while now, lots of people seemed to like my other jun thought so here’s another one ♡ my inbox is open, send in requests for any member~!

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your legs tremble with every steady thrust to your cunt that yeonjun delivers, the room hot with moans and labored breaths.

the sight above you is heavenly; his dark hair hanging over his eyes, eyes that are boring into yours as he keeps his lips so tantalizingly close — so close, but just far enough to make you beg for it.

you whine as you chase him into a kiss. moaning into each other’s mouths as his skin slaps against yours, you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist and grip the toned arms that hold him up on either side of you as his pace begins to quicken. “baby..”

you can tell he’s close by the breathlessness in his voice and the way his eyes screw shut, lip tugging between his teeth to stop the moans that threaten to spill.

he’s fucking into you so deliciously. your back arches as the tip of his cock hits particularly deep; with a strangled gasp, your hips buck up into his and the way your pussy clenches around him has yeonjun seeing stars.

“baby, i’m- f-fuck, i’m gonna fill you up so good.” he groans. “such a good girl. pussy so good.. squeezing around me like that, fuck..” you can tell that he’s close. his thrusts grow sloppy, desperate, drilling into you as he chases his approaching high. you’re practically drooling, moans spilling from your parted lips as he hits so deep, so good —

before he can help it, his cum is spilling into you, stuttering thrusts slowing to a stop as he pants heavily; the silver chain around his neck is still swinging as he hovers over you, catching his breath. you whine desperately at the sudden loss of movement, your orgasm so close, now chased away —

as much as you want to cum on his cock, you’re at least happy to have his fingers and tongue to help you meet your high, always the doting boyfriend. but as yeonjun sits up onto his knees, what you don’t expect is for him to grip your hips, yanking you further down on his sensitive cock instead of slipping out of you like he usually would, your legs splayed open over his thighs as your hips lift slightly off the bed.

you both gasp in unison at the feeling. “j-jun-?!”

you’re already lifting yourself up onto your elbows, but yeonjun’s hands remain firm on your hips.

“still gotta make you cum, baby, don’t i? just relax for me,” he breathes. you drop back onto the pillow in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over you, your boyfriend’s sweaty chest still rising and falling in pants as his brows furrow at the over-sensitivity. “jjunie it’s okay, you can just—“

his first thrust takes the words right off of your tongue and somewhere far, far away, and this new angle has you gripping the sheets for dear life. “fuck,” you gasp out as he picks up the pace into a sharp rhythm, pulling your hips against his with firm slaps of skin on skin, his twitching, hardening cock drilling the deepest parts of you like it’s his job. you can’t stop the lewd moans now, wondering how you’re even able to make any sound at all when he’s fucking you this good.

“that’s it, baby, take it,” he grunts, his eyes glued to the bulge of his big cock in your tummy.

“you like it when i use myself to get you off, huh? you like it when i service you like this?” he chuckles, the filthy wet noises that your pussy is making growing even wetter at his words. “y-yes..” you whimper pathetically, unable to even say anything else.

“so fucked out on my cock, can’t even speak..” he murmurs breathlessly, and despite all his taunts, you can tell that he’s no better than you as his words grow increasingly less convincing and just as desperate-sounding as you feel.

he’s pounding into you so messily, one of his thumbs moving over your clit in quick circles, his lips parted and head lolled back as he releases a loud groan at the way you’re clenching around him so tightly. you can see the way his abdomen is tensing from the sheer overstimulation he’s giving himself in his determination to get you off and you nearly cum just at the thought of it.“jjunie, ‘m so.. so fucking close, p-please.. please..”

“that’s it, baby, fucking cum all over my cock, let go for me, fuck- good girl-“ he gasps out, his voice more of a high whine now than anything, his low dominating tone from before practically evaporating with each thrust. his thumb is moving rapidly over your clit, eyes screwed shut and hips twitching, the over-sensitivity stripping him of any thought other than getting the both of you to cum. “n-need it, jun, need it so bad-!” you’re rambling, gripping onto his hand that still holds your hip, shaking and squirming and desperately trying to buck your hips further into him. you can feel the chord about to snap when your eyes meet his, and just like that, your vision flashes white as your orgasm wracks over your entire body. you can feel yeonjun’s warm cum spurting into you again as he moans out filthily, both of you shaking and slick with sweat as he finally collapses on top of you in a daze.

neither of you speak as you both catch your breath, chests moving fervently against each other’s. yeonjun slumps fully into the crook of your neck.

“holy fuck,” he rasps.

“yeah. holy fuck, yeonjun.”

he lifts his head tiredly to give you a shit-eating grin. his hand moves to soothe up and down your waist; “my stamina is no joke, huh?” you roll your eyes but return his smile anyway, resting your arms around his shoulders as you pull him down into a kiss. “can’t believe you did that..” you mumble shyly. he nuzzles his face into your cheek, peppering it with kisses, and you giggle.

“gotta give my best for my baby.”

[niki-phoria]

YOU'RE MY ONLY LOVE FROM HEAVEN

pairing: non idol!yeonjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 789

includes: mentions of studying, yeonjun is a little cocky, written with a jock x nerd dynamic in mind but it doesn't really come through lol

“you’re staring.” you just barely catch the mischievous glint in yeonjun’s eyes when he meets your gaze. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he props face against his hand. 

“you’re handsome,” you retort. the flicker of surprise that flashes across his face fills you with pride. everything about yeonjun drips with confidence - from the relaxed way his eyes scan your expression to the compliments that leave his lips with ease - which only makes it all the more satisfying in those rare moments when you’re able to fluster him. 

he’s smiling now, absentmindedly pushing a hand through his hair as he chuckles. with his bangs pushed back, even if only slightly, you’re fully able to see his features. there’s a barely noticeable pink tint on his plump lips. despite the eyebags you can see lingering underneath his eyes, you’ve never heard a complaint dare to escape his lips. 

the report you were supposed to be writing is all but forgotten when yeonjun leans a little closer. the space separating you is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. he’s close enough for you to touch, but not enough to feel. it’s infuriating. and, even worse, yeonjun knows it.

“is your flirting always this bold?” 

you cock your head at him in mock confusion, glancing back down at your still-open textbook in a poor attempt to return to your studying. “who said i was flirting?”

yeonjun only offers a soft hum in response. a momentary silence falls over the room. for a second, the only noise you can hear is the soft ticking of a lonely clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of how little time you have to finish your work. 

unfortunately, your peace doesn’t last for long. 

the chair beside you achingly scrapes against the floor before yeonjun slides into the seat beside you. his knees knock against your own as he dramatically opens his books, flipping mindlessly through the pages before he settles on his destination with a satisfied hum. “what did you get for number seven?”

the question is so innocuous it almost catches you off guard at first. you wait for a second, waiting for a snarky remark that never comes. “twelve.” 

“thanks.”

when you turn to glance at yeonjun again, you’re almost shocked to see him already staring at you. it shouldn’t fluster you nearly as much as it does. he softly smiles, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair out of your face. “choi,” you do your best to sound intimidating, though you can even hear the way your words falter. his fingers trail along your jawline before finally settling against your cheek; his thumb gently brushes against your cheek.

“y/n,” he murmurs. yeonjun’s gaze lowers to stare at your lips before he meets your eyes once again. his touch feels like it’s igniting fires against your skin. “is this okay?”

you manage a simple nod in response. yeonjun smiles softly in return. you’re half expecting him to pull away, return to his playful teasing and maybe copy down a few of your answers onto his own paper. but he doesn’t. 

instead, he leans in a little closer. your heartbeat is even faster than before. you feel hyper-aware of everything around you: yeonjun’s hand still resting against your cheek, the limited distance between your bodies, the way his gaze lingers on your lips for just a little too long. 

yeonjun stops when there are still a few centimeters between your faces. there’s enough space for you to pull away - to turn back to your work and pretend like this never happened. to go back to the way it was before. 

but you don’t. you don’t want to.

his lips part slightly. you’re not sure what he’s about to say. 

your body moves faster than your mind. tentatively, you press your lips against yeonjun’s. a second passes before he reacts. and then, you both decide there’s no going back now. 

yeonjun’s lips are soft against your own. they smell faintly of mint - so light it’s barely there. your bodies mold together perfectly. 

yeonjun’s cheeks are dusted a light pink when you pull away. the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself. “oh, wait,” you freeze when yeonjun reaches over, carefully pulling a stray eyelash off of your cheek. 

you can feel heat spreading throughout your entire body. your heart races in your chest. you’ve never felt like this before. or at least, you’ve never noticed it before. 

yeonjun smiles as he rests the thin strand of hair on his finger, holding it up towards you. “make a wish.” 

despite yourself, you chuckle softly, closing your eyes before you gently blow it away. i wish to feel like this forever.

notes: my apologies for the lack of fics, my motivation has been HORRIBLE lately <//3 not proofread, so pls forgive any mistakes !!

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[whinysoobin]

Too thick... c.yj

Choi Yeonjun x fem reader

Genre: smut (MDNI- minors do not interact )

Warnings: overstimulation (f! Receiving), gagging, cum swallowing (pls no). Nothing else ig..

Being fucked by your cousin during the visit to your ancestral house in bussan, isnt the greatest thing you did.... Sure the ghosts of your ancestors which roam around would be disgusted but more over yall were fucking in the room which belonged to your great great great great.... (Etc. Etc.) Grandmother. Or some grandmother of your mother's side.

But you didnt have time to think of all that.. The last thing you wanted to worry about is which ancestor's room this was while being fucked dumb on yeonjun's cock. Splitting you open as he thrusts in deeper and faster. Your hands claw his back and he lets out a deep moan.

Due to in the intense pace of yeonjun, you already found your self in your 3rd orgasm, and him not even done with his first release. Are men supposed to have this much stamina? Yeonjun takes your leg up to his shoulders to get you deeper.

"T-to mu-much! To-too much!" You whine overstimulated as fuck as you release your 3rd orgasm. Yeonjun lets out a frustrated moan. Something was wrong. So you decided to ask him.

"I-is something wrong j-jun? Im sor-"

"No, no, its just.... I cant feel you at all.." Yeonjun pulls out of you. He lays next to you,his cock still rock hard and throbbing as he takes off the condom. Then you realise it, making you slightly giggle. Yeonjun shoots you a confused look hearing you giggle.

"I think those condoms are extra thick. You should have read the label before buying it" yeonjun lets out a groan as he realises. But as he got up your hands find his wrists. You looks at you and tilts his head.

"You are still hard" you point out.

"I know, but its oka-"

"Are you serious iam not just gonna let you go when you fucked me soo good whereas you didnt even get to release once? You need to feel good too!" You get up and your knees hit the floor as yeonjun stares at you in slight shock. But smirks slightly when you wrap your hands around his big leaky cock.

"You dont have to if you dont like"

You didnt respond, instead you wrapped your lips around it, swirling your tongue making sure to lick up all the precum you could.

"F-fuck y/n"

Yeonjun hands find their way towards your hair as he slightly tugs them. As you suck his tip he let's out a loud moan. He sounded absolutely beautiful. Hearing loud pornstar moans slip out of the mouth and knowing that you made him do it, gave you little more confidence knowing he enjoyed it.

He pushed you down even further. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as you gagged on the rest of it.

"god…you're s-so perfect like this"

His praises were enough for you to push through, you moved your head back up and then immediately back down to take him in fully again. You could tell he was about to finish because his hips bucked into your mouth. And you repeat your motions pulling each and every sound out of him.

it wasn't much longer before you felt his hot cum inside of your mouth, leaking down your chin as you pulled him out. You wiped you face with the back of your hand as yeonjun collapses onto the bed. You chuckle as you lay next to him.

"fuck, i never knew you were this good..." Yeonjun says as his hands wrap around your body as he cuddles you in. You squish you face into his chest as he chuckles.

"I never knew i was this good. But now that i heard the sounds you make... I kinda feel like an expert even tho this like my second time giving someone a head"

"Who was first?"

"Why would you ask?" You raise your eyebrows at his direct question.

"Just asking" yeonjun shrugs.

Just minutes later you both hear the bell ring. That's when it snapped you both that your parents would have came back from the store. You and yeonjun immediately jump out of bed to get your cloths on.

....

"Where were you both?" Your mother asks and soon she spot you both coming out of the room.

"Just playing games aunty" yeonjun responds quickly with a fake smile on his face like he wasnt lying straight to her face.

"Dinner will be ready in a hour i think... I hope you both aren't hungry" yeonjun's mom says.

"And pack your things we will be leaving after lunch. I think we have cleaned up this place well enough." You mother says as she looks around.

....

"Dont worry. We will see each other again" yeonjun whispers to you as both your mothers say bye to each other. You weren't sure if it would happen any soon because the last time had seen him was when he was 14 and you were 12 and now you were 18.

"Yeonjun say bye to y/n" his mother says as she gets in the car.

Yeonjun hugs you as he whispers "i love you, take care"

.... Years later-

"Hey y/n!! I found this really cool group which makes amazing music! U should listen! And look at this guy! He is one of the group member " you didnt even advert your gaze from your book as your friend goes on and on about her kpop.

"Hey just look at how handsome he is!" Your friend slaps your shoulders to look at her phone. You frown a little as you finally look at the picture not recognising it at first but..

"Yeah yeah he look sooo good- wait.. Whats his name again?" You face suddenly changes as you take in the picture clearly.

"I know right! I knew u would have a crush on him the moment you look at this! His name is yeonjun-" so you were right this was him. "You should stan txt girl! I have been telling you to stan kpop but all you do is keep your nose stuffed inside that book" her words make you finally place a bookmark and close your book. As you kept it on the table your friend fake gasps teasing as you see a big grin spread across her face.

"You know what? Tell me more about this group.."

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Note: this was actually supposed to be small smut(drabble? I forgot what it is called.) Much shorter than this. Only the first part planned in my head. But the more i write, more ideas i get. So idk if i should turn this into a fic.

(Should i? ) (Asking for your ideas and opinions)

The title is a bit weird yk.... I meant the condom not umm.. Maybe him too >_<!

Let me know if you enjoyed this. Feedbacks really appreciated.!! :D

[huihuiheart]

Loosen Up - TXT - Yeonjun Drabble

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Pairing: Yeonjun x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Oral (m! Receiving), deep throating, hair pulling, dom! yeonjun, brat! reader, bondage (both).

Word Count: 462

“You look so good like this.” You can’t help but giggle at how Yeonjun was the one tied up now. Unlike you, though he’s so calm about being in this position, laid back, raising a brow at your statement.

“Oh? Do I now?” Yeonjun matches your energy with a chuckle of his own.

“Yeah, but you’ll probably look even better soon.” You smirk proud of yourself and your plan.

“And why is that little girl?” Yeonjun asks, giving in just slightly out of curiosity.

“Cause you’ll be begging for me.” You’re smug in your reply.

“You know me better than that. I won’t be begging. You’ll just be getting yourself in trouble.” Yeonjun responds, but you’re convinced that you have the upper hand right now.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that baby boy.” You giggle again working to get his pants off. Yeonjun is not impressed by your antics, but he’s still humoring you at the moment, curious as to how you thought you could make him beg. Humming when he feels you lick and kiss along his cock, starting to get the picture.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rethink teasing me, little girl?” Yeonjun’s voice has dipped dangerously low now, getting the same threatening edge it always gets when you’re acting out.

“I’m not scared of you, I have you all tied up and unable to do anything other than take it.” You smirk at him before returning to your teasing only when you finally wrap your lips around him do you feel hands in your hair making you take more. Startled, you look up to see Yeonjun’s hands free now. Your eyes widen further as he pushes your head all the way down making you choke on it as the tables turn.

“So which of us can’t do anything other than take it?” Yeonjun groans out, hissing when he feels your nails clawing at his thighs, fingers weaving in your hair and pulling you off him, “You’re intent on making this worse for yourself hm?”

He’s getting your clothes off before flipping your positions, reaching for the rope you had used on him. Tying your wrists up and out of his way correctly unlike your attempt had been. Chuckling darkly when he notices how you’re pouting up at him.

“You know if you really wanted to learn how to tie a knot you could have just asked, but instead here we are.” Yeonjun tsks, shaking his head, finger ghosting down your heaving chest, “ Now what should I do to you, little girl? So many fun options to teach you to behave, maybe we should try them all.”

Yeonjun’s wicked smirk has you gulping as you realize just what you had gotten yourself into… a very very long night.