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rainbowhao · 3 days
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kitchen ♡ yeonjun
genre: smut ⭒ word count: 0.5k
yeonjun chuckles. “this what you wanted?” he’s moving at a painfully slow place, cock hitting you deep with every thrust.
you're pressed up against the kitchen counter, legs forcefully spread. your head has lulled forward, body limp from overstimulation.
you've already come twice, once from his fingers and once on his tongue. the remnants drips from your folds, coating his shaft and sliding down your legs.
“you like it when i’m rough?” your boyfriend questions, words filled with venom as he switches to fucking you quick and sloppy.
“yeah.” your voice is whiny. drool threatens to spill out from the corner of your swollen lips. his words have your walls clamping down on him and he curses at the tightness.
his hand grips your inner thigh, pressing your leg further against the cabinet. your body shakes. if he wasn't holding you up, you'd crumble to the floor. your hips start spasming when he thumbs at your abused clit.
yeonjun’s eyes are transfixed on your tummy. he can see the outline of his cock with every thrust. sweat coats his forehead. he's been dying to get inside you since you'd watched that damn movie together.
“that turn you on?” yeonjun had joked when he noticed you'd fallen unusually silent during a raunchy sex scene, not so subtly shifting around on the couch.
“we could try it...if you want” you said quietly, cheeks flushed as you avoided his gaze.
the prospect of having you in the kitchen—of being a little rougher than usual—wasn't something he’d ever considered. but after seeing how embarrassed (and intrigued) you were by the idea, suddenly it was all he could think about. which is why he’d been worked up the rest of the night; walking in on you making breakfast in nothing but his t-shirt had been the final blow.
“open up for me, baby.”
he’s like a man possessed, suddenly gripping your chin, tilting your head back before spitting in your mouth. yeonjun groans when you swallow, index finger tracing your bottom lip. he whispers hot praises in your ear—how good you’ve been, how warm you feel wrapped around him.
“gonna come for me one more time?” yeonjun asks. his white tank droops down below his collarbones, thin material clinging to his skin.
“i’m close,” you tell him. your stomach is wound tight, his tip hitting your g-spot relentlessly. “want you to come inside.” you're practically begging him, breathless. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades. it's impossible to tug him any closer but you try anyway.
“shit.” yeonjun exhales. just imagining it has his hips stuttering. “i don't think i’ll want to stop if i do.” he looks down with heavy lids, cheeks flushed as he stares at where you're connected. “i’d fuck you all day if you'd let me.” he chuckles lowly. “til you're full of me.”
you're releasing without warning, broken moans filling the apartment. he sucks on your neck to try and work you through your high, placing sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin as he continues rocking into you. it's only a few thrusts later that his mouth stills, eyes squeezing shut as he fills you with warm cum.
“one more baby,” he pleads. he's still rock hard and nowhere near done. “i need you so bad I can't think straight.” yeonjun whimpers.
you're nodding rapidly. if you had known he'd react like this, you would have watched the movie a hell of a lot sooner.
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snwusberry · 1 day
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pairing: yeonjun x reader
genre: fluff
warning(s): language, just a little suggestive, texting and driving (DON'T)
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naomiarai · 3 months
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yeonjun — things he would say during sex
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— “sweet pussy, can i eat you out?”
— “your ass is not the only thing turning red if you close your legs again”
— “fuckk angel, don't clench or i'll get you pregnant real quick”
— “oh yeah? daddy's makes you feel so full? i know, baby, i know”
— “shit, look at the mess you made! what punishment should i give you?”
— “you're so fucking gorgeous, all mine aren't you?”
— “that's it, let go, god you squirted!, that's so hot, you're so hot”
— “you feel so good, wanna stay like this forever”
— “where'd you get such pretty tits from huh?”
— “gosh, have i fucked you dumb already? can't give me a kiss either?”
— “ride me doll, show me what i taught you, get your pussy wet”
— “you wan' it there? wan' me to cum there? beg”
— “too much? what's your safeword? oh? gonna keep your mouth shut after all”
— “call in sick tomorrow, i'm sure you're not walking for the next week”
— “doll, use your words, and then i'll fuck you”
— “did i make this cunt wet? just a lil kissing got your head spinning? sweet girl”
— “feels good doesn't it? you like this position huh? you're so sexy”
— “i'll make you cum so hard baby, just wait and watch, i'll make you chant my name”
— “so fucking eager, greedy pussy, greedy girl, so hungry for cock aren't you?
— “can i cum on your face? please?”
— “pretty girl, gonna fuck you full, have you leaking”
— “wan' my cock, fingers or mouth baby? all? cock slut”
— “faster? harder? fuck! you wan' more?”
— “take it! fuck– take it! you're made for this”
— “touch yourself for me, give me a show, show me how desperate you are”
— “finish what you started, go on, feels so good grinding doesn't it?”
— “open your mouth for me baby, be a good girl and suck won't you?”
— “don't have a condom, can i fuck you raw?”
— “you'll cum, don't worry, once you've learned your lesson”
— “one more time baby? got you”
— “smile for the camera”
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tmblrcolouredpaper · 5 months
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Sleepy scenarios with TXT: habits, routines and rituals that occur when you share a bed with them (fluff) 
5 scenarios, member x reader
wc (in total): 2691
no warnings
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Yeonjun 
Refuses to use individual blankets and pillows
One blanket, one pillow
You're freezing? Blanket is not big enough to comfortably lay next to each other? Yeonjun takes up the pillow, so his chest is the only free space for your head to rest? Well, you gotta cuddle the whole night then. 
You tuck him in each evening, making sure he has more of the blanket and Yeonjun loooooves it, letting you do this task while having the biggest grin on his face. 
You keep complaining about it, but end up giving in to the forced cuddles, because do you want to freeze? No! Do you want to sleep without Yeonjun to have your own blanket? NO!?
Yeonjun always makes sure you sleep first regardless of how tired he might be. 
He caresses your arm up and down, gently has his hand on your back or lets his fingers slowly wander over your face. 
You end up turning away and taking up all the blanket with one move. That's when Yeonjun knows he can fall asleep now too. 
Holds you close and sometimes feels you pulling the blanket back over him in the middle of the night. 
It's intuitive how you always end up in his arms with both of you covered by the blanket again. 
You basically sleep half on top of him and the one who sleeps longer wins the blanket in the morning.
It's Yeonjun's favorite game. You hate it, but love it. 
'Is it raining again?', you asked, refusing to pull the blanket away from your face to look outside the window yourself.
'Yep', Yeonjun chirped and pulled the curtains aside even further with an overdramatic and energized stretch of his arms. 
He welcomed the grey weather, heavy clouds imitating the thick blanket on his bed that he couldn't feel covering him most times throughout the night. 
He looked back to where you were lying and smiled. This was his favorite part of each day he experienced with you. 
'You stole the blanket again', he sighed with the smile still plastering his face. 
'I keep telling you to use two blankets when two people sleep in this bed, but -', you mumbled into the singular pillow on the bed, until you felt Yeonjun dropping down on you. 
'You just have to tuck me in better', he laughed and clang onto you like a koala on top of a branch.
'I'll tie a rope around you and this stupid blanket', you groaned and tried to wiggle free. 
Yeonjun only allowed that process only go as far as your face being visible. 
'Look who is ready to face the day', he hummed and kissed the tip of your nose. 
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Soobin 
Wants to see you in his clothes. 
Gets too excited to have you with him in these late hours AND the early hours. 
Throws a pile of shirts and hoodies on top of you to let you pick what you want to wear. 
One shirt, one hoodie, but then also another hoodie that you can cuddle. 
He doesn't necessarily need physical contact the whole time. He's happily at peace with your close presence, but he doesn't want you to feel any sort of distance despite remaining a more comfortable sleeping position. Solution: You wrapped up in his belongings and holding onto the soft fabric with his scent as well. 
Cuddles in the morning are a must tho. 
He'll wear the hoodie you cuddled when the cold morning arrives and lets you wake up in his arms when you're comfortable with such closeness. 
'Where is it?', Soobin mumbled half asleep, freezing in the dark and quiet room. 
His hand dived through the layers of sheets. His blanket, your blanket, the layers of clothes that embraced you... Somewhere there should have been the grey hoodie he gave you in the evening before going to bed. However, he couldn't find it, too dark to to see and too messy to feel the right cloth. 
Frustrated, he let his head fall back against his pillow and he sighed tiredly, feeling too cold to fall back asleep yet too lazy to get up and get another hoodie. Besides, he wanted THIS specific hoodie that must be somewhen around you. 
You turned and rolled over, closer to Soobin's side of the bed and he immediately let his hand wanter into the direction he expected your shoulder to be to adjust the blanket. Unfortunately, he took the wrong direction and he hit your chin clumsily. He quickly pulle away and mumbled a shocked excuse. 
'S'biiin', you whined half asleep and groaned into the blanket. 
'Sorry', he repeated and pulled his own blanket further over his body, getting a sense of hiding in his embarrassment. 
You moved again, big movements, freeing your arm and swinging something through the air. It landed on Soobin's face and engulfed him with your sleepy warmth. 
'Y'owe me m'ning cuddles', you mumbled and pushed yourself against him, but pushed your arms back under the blanket. 
Soobin giggled and proceeded to put on the warm hoodie, finally arriving in the state of comfortable morning. 
He pulled you in your blanket wrap closer and felt you resting your head on his chest with a big sigh, making him smile like an idiot.
'Sleep', you demanded and instinctive he listened to your command and closed his eyes. 
It was warm and when he sensed you moving again, adjusting your position to mold into him a bit more, a few seconds later feeling your fingers playing with is hair, Soobin was starting into the new day perfectly relaxed and well rested. 
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Beomgyu 
You're his pillow, you're his bed
It doesn't matter where you are, on the train, on the floor, actually in bed, he will rest somehow on top of you
He doesn't even think about it, but once he gets tired, he gravitates towards you. 
At the same time, he holds your hand when you get tired. 
Let's you play with his fingers until you drift away. 
He would literally invent an own morse code system with you, so when he's awake and you're too sleepy to talk to him verbally, you'd still be able to respond to him. 
It makes him feel like your guardian at the boarder from awake to dream land.
The one who ends up tired first gets royal treatment. 
If you're both tired at the same time, he'd lean against you with his hand close to you, so you can just take it when you need or want to. 
The train got emptier and emptier with each stop, yet Beomgyu and you still had some way to go. The moon seemed to follow you and whenever you looked outside, a different cloud was decorating the stone in space. Beomgyu's head was leaning against your shoulder and his closed eyes exposed his luxurious dark eyelashes. He looked adorable and your focus shifted from moon to him, back and forth until you yourself got overwhelmed by a wave of tiredness. You combed his hair with your fingers, a gentle attempt to wake him. He stirred and sat up. Only one glance was enough for him to register your demeanor. 
'Your turn', he whispered and his hand found yours and feeling his warmth immediately brought you closer to sleep. 
'Set an alarm', you mumbled and took your scarf from your neck to adjust it over his and your legs like a blanket. 
'When do we have to get off', he asked and a big yawn escaped his lips when he opened the alarm app, his eyes getting teary. 
You took his phone and set the alarm to 10:53 pm, ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Beomgyu wiped his eyes and his head landed back against your shoulder. He grabbed your arm and linked it with his own, intertwining your fingers in the process, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 
'Just sleep a bit', he mumbled and caressed you felt him tracing your palm with his thumb until sleep finally numbed you. 
When the alarm rang, you woke up properly first. Panic occupying your body in no time. You shook Beomgyu away and buried yourself gathering your belongings. The train stopped almost on time at your final destination and you got off, with bags in your hand and Beomgyu still clinging onto your arm, ready to let his head drop against go despite asking through the city. 
'Fall asleep in bed, not now!', you granted and felt one bag falling out of your grip. 
'We're not dreaming?', he asked and laughed, taking the bags with one and your hand with his other hand, now guiding you home. 
Finally in bed that night, Beomgyu asked:'We dream together, right? I always try to follow you to your dream land when you fall asleep first. I always try to find you'. 
You hand fount its way into his hair and he buried his face closer the crock of your neck. 
'Don't have to try finding me. I'm always there whether you see me or not'. 
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Taehyun
He's not playing when it comes to sleep. 
Practical and organized routine. 
Fresh sheets? Check. Water bottle on each side of bed? Check. Phones charging? Che- You forgot your charger and have no battery left? He gives you his phone to watch something or read and charges your phone on his side that while. 
Cuddles you to get a sight on the screen as well, but snatches the phone away after thirty minutes and plugs it in. 
Refuses on giving you your phone back, because you shouldn't stare at the screen last thing at night. 
Literally fights you when you try to reach it. Tickles you, pins you down, laughs with you until you both are out of breath. 
Only then, knowing you end the day with a sprinkle of happiness, he switches off the light. 
Gives you your phone back in the dark, but you're doomed if he sees that screen shining. 
If your head is full and you think you need your phone to distract yourself, he'll cuddle you. He's your distraction and your focus. 
'Please just shut your phone', Taehyun whined for the third time this night. 
He tried just not facing you, pulling the blanket completely over him, dear, he even built a pillow wall to shut off the light of the phone screen. It didn't work. He might not have seen the light, but he could still sense your whole demeanor, focus on your phone and not even slightly on sleep... or him. 
'No', you cried out and he saw the light finally getting off. 
'I was in the middle of this Webtoon chapter', you explained and Taehyun finally decided to break the blockade towards you, taking the pillows away and robbed closer towards you. 
'Hey', you said in shock when he snatched your phone out of your hand. 
'Just charging it', he explained and plugged it in on and placed it on his bedside table. 
'Here', he announced and gave you his phone instead. 
'It better be a good chapter, because I wanna read with you'. 
He watched you opening the app and typing some things in the search bar and to your surprise the correct title popped up immediately. 
'It's your account, silly', Taehyun laughed and cuddled closer to you, positioning himself so that he can see the screen. 
He read with you, silently. From time to time, he glanced up and studied your face. Once your eyelids wee so heavy you obviously fought not to fall asleep every second, Taehyun repeated his action and took the phone away from you. You demonstrated with a weak 'hey', but in no time you already held onto your own phone again. 
'No screen anymore, okay? You need to sleep', Taehyun whispers softly and maneuvered your arm to your own bedside table to signal you to finally put your phone down for the night. 
'Can we cuddle?', you asked lowly and felt Taeyhun pulling you closer, embracing you in his warmth and with his attention on you, sleep was not avoidable anymore. 
Taehyun felt you breathing in his arms in a calm rhythm. He got a bit thirsty and reached to his side next to the table where he found his water bottle that you prepared for him even before he arrived at home. The luxury of being able to go to bed with everything already perfectly prepared gave him the sense of just sleeping, but he liked to remind himself of his priority that was you and your comfort. 
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Kai
Other than Soobin, cuddles YOUR hoodie or dresses one of his plushies in one of your shirts when you're not there. 
Stays close to you before switching of the lights. A hand on your stomach, a leg thrown over you or you cuddled into him. 
Lights off and position for sleep adjusting, you don't sleep right away. You talk. About everything and nothing. 
The more sleep-drunk you get the more abstract will the topics end up being. 
For instance, you start talking about Pokemon in general and end up designing a whole 'Day in my Life as Mawile'. 
You guys have no idea at what point you fell asleep, trying to follow memory line to the last plot point. 
Waking up is messy. Blanket messy, pillows everywhere, plushies between and around you, despite them usually chilling aside, away enough to not come in your way. 
Sleepy cuddles in the mess of warmth and softness. 
Tidying up together, arranging the whole bed setup as a morning ritual. 
'This is new', you laughed and pointed at the moiling plushie that was wearing your cropped shirt, regular size on the fluffy creature. 
'Oh. OH! Yeah', Kai slightly panicked and suppressed the urge to throw Molang into another room to hide this attire. 
'You know I was already wondering where this shirt went?', you teased him, well aware of his embarrassment. 
'Oh, sorry, you can have it back', he spoke quickly, making you laugh and hug him. 
'It suits Molang way better anyway'.
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Kai pulled the blanket over you both when you lied down and his hand instinctively found its way to rest on your stomach, minimalistically rubbing circles over the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. 
You both lied there, facing the ceiling and letting the lights of the passing by cars flicker over the walls. The ticking of a clock is audible and it was a weird atmosphere of quietness and irritating noisiness. 
'So', you started and Kai immediately turned to his side, facing you and robbing himself up by pushing his free hand under his cheek, ready to listen to whatever you had to say. 
'When and how did you steal, sorry, did Molang steal my shirt?', you spoke, unable to ban some wheezes out of your speaking, because Kai looked absolutely cute the way he was staring at you, all sleepy yet attentive. 
'Borrowed. It's borrowed not stolen', Kai corrected in a matter of factly and hurried to place a kiss on your cheek to finish his sentence properly. 
'You simply forgot it here and I wanted to make use of it the best way possible', he continued and a second touch of his lips followed.
'Did you at least wash it?', you asked, genuinely not knowing what his answer might end up being.
'Washing machines are not invented yet', he yawned and you made a mental note to wash the damn shirt tomorrow. 
'What else isn't invented yet?',, you asked and rolled over to be closer to him. 
He adjusted and held you close right away.
'Cars', he said. 
'What are those lights then?', you asked and pointed up the wall. 
Kai took your hand and pulled it towards his lips to place another kiss, this time on the back of your hand, before he maneuvered your arm around him with a content sigh. 
'Gigantic fireflies`, he chuckled and after a few more explanations of what everything technological around you actually is, you two fall asleep, dreaming of a fantasy world with gigantic fireflies and Molang presenting its new shirt collection. 
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p0ckykiss · 6 months
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baby i'm yours - choi yeonjun
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summary - yeonjun can't think of not being by your side and you wouldn't have it any other way.
genre - fluff, falling in love, friends to lovers, sharing a room, yeonjun is whipped
"you've been clingy lately. is there something going on that i don't know about?"
yeonjun opts to shake his head, never once letting go of you who's currently squished under the heavy weight of yeonjun's body. yeonjun was left feeling the need to barge into his best friend's room and quite literally tackle you in bed. looking back at it, he figures it's due to the fact that you haven't spent as much time as before, both of you busy with individual schedules and when you did have your free time, you would either be fast asleep or on lenghty calls with your family.
yeonjun isn't upset over that.
this is one of the rare occasions, he thinks. finally getting you alone, all to himself. he missed this.
"you're lucky i already showered." your giggle makes yeonjun shuffle even closer, wrapping his arms around your warm body.
"i would've cuddled you in the shower, too. absolutely no problem."
"i have no doubts about that."
it's been proven to be a real challenge to stay away from you, even for a few minutes. he doesn't like to think of himself as a baby that needs constant attention but it may very well be the case with you and your calming presence. practically glued to your side, he closes his eyes and preens at the way his freshly washed hair is being carded through, long and gentle fingers massaging his scalp from time to time. his whole body goes limp, melting against you when your other hand lays on his broad back and works the stiffness out of his muscles. you lay like that for a while in silence, save for yeonjun's content sighs and your words of appraisal.
"i'm starting to think that you missed me real good."
yeonjun nuzzles his face further in your neck, pulling a breathy laugh from you beneath him at the ticklish movement.
"of course I did." he murmurs against your skin, voice low and affectionate. "didn't you miss me, too, ynie?" one of his hands moves from your waist and slides under your shirt, drawing circles on your skin with his finger. your chuckles turn to full blown laughter and yeonjun's heart soars.
"hey! stop that, it tickles!"
still wriggling and laughing, you try to push yeonjun off the bed. it proves to be a real challenge when he sprawls his body entirely over yours and knocks the breath out of your lungs.
"not until you say it too. do you know how hurt I am? unrequited feelings are no joke, y/n." he fake cries and you slap his back playfully.
"i missed you too, dumbass."
"now can you please move before you kill me?"
yeonjun does as told and settles back beside you, satisfied with himself as your warmth envelopes him again.
"i really mean it, yeonjun. i missed you a lot."
yeonjun can hear the smile in your voice and his heart does a somersault. he knows this feeling all too well.
"i know."
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"that's not fair! i've been playing this game for months, struggling and wasting all my nights to get this far! what about you? you just waltzed in here and swooped every critical fighter like the sly predatory bird you are!"
"how is that my fault? It's about being lucky, and clearly, luck hasn't been on your side but mine!"
"i'm about to swing this controller at you, beomgyu! don't try me, you know I'd do it."
"oh yeah? do it then."
woken up from the commotion downstairs, you sigh heavily and make your way towards the living room, immediately welcomed by two arguing boys. beomgyu and soobin, having another quarell over video games, while the rest of your roommates watch with either amusement or exasperation. your eyes scan the area until they eventually seize yeonjun's figure in the kitchen, having a glass of water. on your way to the kitchen you pass by an exhausted taehyun who pats your shoulder and moves to break the two rascals apart. you can only laugh at his poor attempts to get beomgyu off soobin's back.
pulling your gaze away from the guys, you return to staring at the object of your affection. yeonjun seems to be spacing out again, that hilarious blank expression making you shake your head in amusement. his hair sticks out in all directions and the urge to run your fingers through it is strong enough to make you do just that. approaching him silently as to not spook him, you settle behind him and caress his soft hair, making him look at least a bit presentable. yeonjun leans against you by instinct and nuzzles his head in the soft hoodie of his best friend.
"morning, sleepyhead. spacing out again?"
yeonjun sets the empty glass on the counter and turns around to circle his arms around your middle. almost falling off his chair, yeonjun looks extremely comical and you move just a bit forward to accomodate him.
"morning.." he mumbles. "the roommates woke me up."
"yeah, me too. was hoping on sleeping in for at least a few more hours."
"well, plans ruined."
"we can do something else today though. what do you say about shopping?"
the simple offer has yeonjun bouncing on his feet and all ready to go despite it being only morning. the excitement is infectious, you can feel it seep through your skin and gradually, a fond smile takes over your features.
"i'm suddenly not sleepy anymore. let's have breakfast and go."
"ramen?"
"ramen."
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"how about this one?"
yeonjun points at a somewhat simple yet fancy silver bracelet that has an infinity symbol carved on it in the color black. he thinks it looks nice enough to show it to you so he beckons you over with a smile.
you've been shopping for clothes for approximately two hours, scanning rows and rows of clothes ranging from casual to something more expensive. both of your wardrobes needed a refresh and so it wasn't a problem of spending too much or buying too many articles. you both share a common interest for fashion, things went smoothly but there's something missing. accessories. matching ones at that.
you peek over your shoulder with great interest, eyes practically glowing at the sight of the stylish bracelet and matching necklace.
"it's cool and all but.." you snicker. "look at the price tag, yeonjun. it's crazy."
"do you like it?"
you start twirling your hair, something you do when you're embarrassed. "i mean, yeah, who wouldn't? it's totally my style. but we can't waste so much money on this. we'll go broke in no time." you laugh, pat yeonjun's shoulder and move towards the exit of the shop, seemingly ready to return to your shared apartment.
yeonjun can't possibly go home without buying the matching set and so he approaches the cashier.
"uhm, hello. may i purchase these?"
the lady looks up at him with a knowing smile. "is it a present for the person who's waiting outside?"
he can feel his face heat up at the implication of her words. "something like that. y/n really likes the bracelet."
"is that so? i happened to hear your conversation earlier." she leans closer to whisper. "we don't normally do this thing but i can make an exception for you two and sell these to you at a lower price."
"are you sure? i wouldn't want you to get in trouble-"
"it's no problem."
she's still all smiles and sunshine as she wraps up the accessories and gives them to yeonjun. he tucks them safely in his bag and thanks her a million times before finally leaving the shop and joining you. you look up at him dubiously, eyeing the bags in his hands.
"what took you so long?"
"i was..looking around some more."
"really?"
you start walking back home and the nervousness of carrying your present is enough to make his legs go limp. what will be your reaction upon seeing that he bought the matching set after all? you couldn't possibly be mad, right? he sure hopes so.
"yeah, really."
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freshly out of the shower, yeonjun lays in the comfort of his bed and fiddles with the bag that shelters what he just bought for you. you are still showering, he can hear the water running and the groovy tune of a song that he's been listening to lately. your voice sounds a bit muffled yet yeonjun can discern a few words here and there and the more he listens, the more his nerves subside and he finds himself spacing out a second time that day. surely nothing can go wrong, he tells himself. he'll confidently reveal the gift, place the bracelet around your wrist then wear his own necklace and call it a day.
you've always talked about wearing something memorable for the both of you and this is the perfect time for it.
he doesn't know how much time has passed but it must've been a while because in front of him stand you, hair already dry, skin flushed from the steam in the shower, comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt already on. with a quick shake of his head, yeonjun smiles at the confused look you give him.
"seriously, what's up with you? you've been spacing out again." you point out, seemingly amused. "and why are you gripping that bag?"
"close your eyes?"
"what did you do this time, yeonjun?"
"please just close them. you'll find out."
as soon as you do as told, his hands fumble with the fancy bag and pull out the small box that holds both the bracelet and necklace, a sappy smile already on his face. he's buzzing with excitement at the prospect of him and you growing even closer.
"it's been two minutes. can I open them already?" your right leg is shaking, anxiety bubbling beneath your skin.
"oh, sorry. open them."
you take a while to adjust to whatever you're seeing in yeonjun's hand. you see the small, sophisticated box along with what's in it and you freeze. the bracelet you just saw at the shop earlier today. and a matching necklace. your palms start to sweat and your heartbeat picks up speed at the gesture. silly yeonjun can't resist buying things that you like, no matter what anyone else says. you should've known better. yeonjun is incredibily stubborn when he wants to be. you look up at him and searches his eyes, all full of adoration, pride and excitement. your heart swells, barely concealing the smile that only seems to grow wider when yeonjun fiddles with his fingers and waits for a reaction.
"you said you liked it and i..bought it. even though you said i shouldn't. i couldn't help it. if you don't want it i can return it-"
"you're a real piece of work, you know that?" you let out a breathy laugh and shuffle closer to yeonjun's flushed face, scanning each and every detail of it, engraving it in your mind. no one else has ever gone to such lenghts to make you happy. "you never listen to me, do you?"
yeonjun gulps when your fingers caress the side of his face, falls into a deep trance the more he looks into your eyes.
"i wanted to make you happy." he murmurs, closing his eyes as soon as your lips touch his forehead.
"i am happy just being here with you. material things don't have the same effect you have on me, you know? sure, they do look nice, but they could never replace you." he lets himself be pulled into your arms. "i can appreciate the meaning behind your gift though. never took you for the romantic type."
yeonjun chuckles and traces a finger across your wrist. the bracelet is carefully being clasped around it and it suits you so well that he mentally pats himself on the back.
"i can be anything you want, y/n."
your heartbeat picks up speed at the implication, hands shaking as you place the silver necklace around yeonjun's neck. pretty, you think.
"anything? are you sure?" a teasing lilt accompanies your voice. you push forward, testing the waters between you. yeonjun doesn't step back.
"when have I ever been unsure?"
"what if I want you to be my boyfriend?"
yeonjun's breath stutters in his chest, alarms ringing in his head as he pulls just slightly away to come face to face with your pretty face. though unexpected, he's not entirely surprised. the tension has always been there somewhere around you. a bit too close to be just best friends, ever since the beginning.
"i'd gladly be."
your lips form a teasing smile, all inviting and soft. yeonjun glances down then back up, a silent hint. you take it, of course you do. shuffling even closer, yeonjun is once again reminded of how enamored he is, of how much he'd do for you.
"is that so? prove it."
yeonjun does just that. he immediately closes the small gap between you and seizes your lips in a searing kiss, stealing all your breath away. your hands find each other, intertwining and holding tight, lips chasing each other with the fervor of feelings being hidden all these years. intoxicating, yeonjun quickly realizes. you use the advantage of your better position to push even closer to yeonjun, running fingers through his hair as your lips part and gasps for air fill the silence in the room. neither of you move an inch away, simply staring in each other's eyes, bracelet and necklace somewhat glowing under the soft lights.
"so? are you mine yet?" yeonjun's teeth comes into view with how wide he's smiling and you are forced to squash the urge to hug him so tight that your bodies morph into one.
thinking back on it, you figure you've always been each other's. a silent agreement. despite voicing it out just now, you have always known.
"i think i've been yours since the first time i saw you."
"augh, that was a bit too much."
"shut it, yeonjun."
this is just another step into their journey. nothing will change between you and you are sure you'll only grow closer as time passes.
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kwanisms · 7 months
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[1:58], Yeonjun & Soobin, requested by anon
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╰┈➤ M1 "what? Does that feel good?" & M30 "I promise I'll be gentle"
wc: 1.2k
warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), adult language sexual content: threesome, unprotected sex
a/n: I have no excuse lmao pls enjoy this Yeonbin content cause I loved writing it
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You had only meant to check on Yeonjun; to make sure he didn't need a touch up on his makeup. What you didn't expect to happen was for him to make a move.
Ever since you'd become their makeup artist for international events, Yeonjun couldn't deny his attraction to you. He flirted with you often but each time you brushed it off, trying to remain professional. The other artists no doubt had told you that he was just being himself. But he wasn't. He wasn't just playing around. Not with you.
He'd finally managed to catch you alone backstage at Inkigayo in the dressing room as you finished cleaning up. He'd finally made a move, pushing you against the makeup table, his lips crashing against yours. Initially, you'd given in before coming to your senses and pushing him off, reminding him that nothing could ever happen between the two of you.
You tried so hard to ignore his attempts to get you alone after that but he somehow managed to corner you and each time it got harder and harder to resist him. Which is how you found yourself in your current… predicament.
Your skirt was hiked up, panties discarded on the floor of the hotel room, Yeonjun sat on the edge of the bed under you, his black pants undone and pushed halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Your hands rested on his shoulders, breath shaky as you slowly raised and lowered your hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your eyed fluttered shut, a soft moan leaving your lips as you continued.
You felt his hands slide down your back, gripping your ass firmly. "Goddamn," he murmured, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. "You don't know what you do to me." His hot breath fanned over your skin as he guided your movements with his hold on your ass. "You're gonna get me in trouble," you whispered, voice shaking as the tip of his cock brushed against the one spot that had your eyes rolling back.
Opening your eyes, you looked down at him, his black hair falling in his eyes as he looked up at you through heavy lids. You moved one hand to brush the hair out of his vision. "God, you're so beautiful," he moaned. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another deep moan from the back of his throat.
"Jjun," you whined, head falling and your forehead resting against his. You felt his hand make contact with your ass, forcing a hiss out of your lips as your walls clenched around him. You heard him chuckled lightly.
“What? Does that feel good?”
A sudden knock at the door caused your head to snap up. You froze, unable to move or react before the door opened and shut quickly. Light footsteps moved through the suit until Soobin came into view. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. The three of you said nothing, only staring at one another until a smile cracked across Soobin's face.
"I fucking knew it," he said, a dark chuckle escaping from his lips. You looked down at Yeonjun who glanced up at you. Your gaze turned back to Soobin who ran his fingers through his hair.
"I mean, I sort of suspected something was going on but obviously this confirms it," he continued, rambling.
You looked back at him, watching as he shook his head, his blond locks falling into his eyes. Eyes scanning him, you noticed that what he'd walked in on was affecting him, even if he wouldn't admit it. That's when an idea popped in your head.
Turning back to Yeonjun you leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Yeonjun's eyes widened at what you were suggesting. He pulled back to look at you questioningly. You nodded at his silent question and a devilish smirk crossed his features. He turned his head to look at the younger man. "Hey, Soob," he said softly, drawing the blond's attention.
Yeonjun nodded towards the door. "Lock the door," he said, the smirk still present on his face. Soobin looked from his hyung to you. A small smirk was present on your face, too.
Was Yeonjun suggesting what he thought he was? He turned quickly and crossed to the door leading to the hallway, turning the deadbolt and moving the chain before returning to where you and Yeonjun sat.
Yeonjun was the first to speak. He looked at Soobin. "Take out your phone," he ordered. Soobin's eyebrow raised as he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Text Gyu. Tell him you aren't feeling well. Lie, I don't care," he explained. Soobin unlocked the device and quickly typed out a message to Beomgyu.
Yeonjun turned to look at you.
"Hey princess," he whispered, moving one hand to caress your cheek. "Keep going," he said, giving your ass a light smack. You gasped, lifting your hips and sinking back down on him, a groan leaving his lips.
Soobin felt his cheeks burn, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him. You glanced over your shoulder, a light laugh escaping you.
"You just gonna stand there and watch?" You asked, drawing his attention. Clearly, he was confused and looked to Yeonjun for clarification.
"W-what?" Soobin stammered.
Yeonjun chuckled and looked over at the younger man. He nodded towards Soobin. "Take off your belt and come over here. I have an idea," he said.
Soobin moved quickly, reaching to undo his belt and followed Yeonjun's instructions, walking over to the bed as you continued to ride Yeonjun. Soobin waited for more instructions.
"Take your belt and bind her hands," Yeonjun said, nodding at the belt in the blond's hands. Soobin hesitated but at Yeonjun's insistence, took your hands behind your back and carefully used his belt to bind your wrists together.
"Done," Soobin said shakily.
Wrapping an arm around your waist, Yeonjun scooted further back onto the bed, pulling you with him, making space for Soobin. "Get on the bed and do what I tell you," Yeonjun ordered as Soobin slowly climbed onto the bed. The older man gently took your chin in his hand and turned your head to look at him.
"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered as you felt Soobin's hands carefully ghost over your body, sliding down your sides and grabbing your hips much harder than you expected him to. You let out a moan as Yeonjun thrust up into you. "Just keep your eyes on me," he whispered as you felt Soobin's lips brush against your shoulder.
The sensation of having two sets of hands on your body was heavenly. You let out a whimper, feeling Soobin's teeth sink into your skin, your walls tightening around Yeonjun's cock and pulling a deep guttural groan from him. "Go easy on her, Soob," Yeonjun said, attempting to regain his composure.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” you heard Soobin murmur, his lips still against your skin as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants with one hand while the other held onto your hip.
Yeonjun looked up, reaching up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, watching as your lips parted. His smile returned as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, almost moaning when your tongue swirled around it. "Oh," he said breathlessly.
"You're in for a long night, sugar."
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Too Young; Yeonjun
Genre: angst, fluff, ex-friends to potential lovers, based on Alec Benjamin’s Water Fountain (pls listen to it while reading x)
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: divorce, cheating (not Yeonjun or Yn)
Hi, loves. This is definitely not my best work but after having been in a writing slump for months, I’m super happy to have finally finished something :’) Hope you enjoy<3
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"He cheated on her?" Yeonjun exclaimed, shock dripping off both his features and his raised voice.
Soobin nodded, his face gloomy.
"But they have-" Yeonjun frustratedly ran a hand through his hair, “she is the mother of his child!"
Yeonjun couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Your husband had cheated on you. The man who had somehow gotten all the stars aligned for him—who had gotten the blessing to marry you five years ago and be the father of your child, had cheated on you.
Nausea hit Yeonjun like a wave of a stormy sea.
Soobin softly scoffed. "You know what's the worst part? Minhee told me that when Yn found out, she didn't even want to file the divorce at first. She was worried about little Mina's life, how she would grow up with divorced parents."
Yeonjun swallowed. He wanted to scream. Cry, even.
This was absolutely sickening.
Soobin noticed the color draining from his friend's face and placed a reassuring hand on his knee.
Soobin was the only person who knew how much Yeonjun had loved you when he was younger. How indescribably in love the man was with you when you were in college together.
Soobin believed in true love because he had seen the way Yeonjun had loved you.
How unconditionally he had loved you.
But Yeonjun was young. You all were.
Too immature, too young, and too dumb to realize he had to speak up about how he felt for you. He was so determined to keep you in his life that he even accepted having to see you get into a relationship with a man that wasn't him. With Jay of all people, a fool that would never love you the way he did.
Soobin knew that even now, five years later, Yeonjun had not forgotten about you. Yeonjun could never forgive himself for not letting you know how much he loved you, for not saving you from Jay and his toxicity.
Yeonjun had just been too young.
"You okay, bro?" Soobin's kind tone brought his best friend back to earth and slowly calmed his rage.
"I just can't believe it," Yeonjun shrugged with a disappointed shake of his head. "When we were in college and even a while after college I always hoped Jay and Yn would break up. I always believed he wouldn't be good for her, but... once I saw Yn walk down the altar five years ago, looking at him like that..." Yeonjun remembered the dazzling smile you had on your gorgeous face, the sparkles in your eyes—sparkles that weren’t for him— and felt a sharp pain in his heart, "...I truly, genuinely, wished the best for the two of them."
Yeonjun fiddled with his fingers, his entire body aching. "I somehow never thought he would actually be unfaithful to her. Especially now that they have a kid, I-" He ran another hand through his hair, fighting the lump in his throat and the burning ache in his eyes. "I wish I could be there for Yn now."
Soobin nodded understandingly. "Why can't you be?"
Yeonjun looked at his friend. "The last time I saw her was last winter. It feels strange to suddenly pop back in her life after her husband, well, ex-husband, and her have just gotten divorced," he sighed.
Soobin nodded, understanding his friend's point.
Silence fell over the two.
"Quite ironic, isn't it?" Yeonjun then muttered quietly, earning a questioning raise of Soobin’s eyebrows.
"I didn't tell her how I felt back then when she was with Jay because I didn't want to lose her. And still I..." Yeonjun chuckled sadly, shaking his head as he took a sip from his drink. "I haven’t seen her in a year, Soob."
Soobin looked down, remembering the memories the squad made when you were still in college. Him, Minhee, Jihya, Taehyun, Beomgyu, Kai, Yeonjun and you. You guys were convinced you'd say friends til you grew old and gray. Sadly, with time, life interfered with those plans.
Kai moved to Europe a little after your wedding; Jihya and Taehyun became busy with their high-status jobs; Beomgyu left to travel the world last year; and you... well, you had become busy with being a mother. Minhee was still your good friend, so you saw her relatively often. Soobin had been Minhee's boyfriend since college so from time to time you still talked to him, too, but somehow the contact between Yeonjun and you lost ground.
And it was the most painful thing Yeonjun had to experience. It was even worse than losing you to Jay.
Having to watch you date Jay didn't compare to the agony Yeonjun had to endure when talking to you started happening less and less frequently until it stopped completely.
"I think you should hit her up. Tell her you're sorry for what happened and that you're keeping her in your thoughts," Soobin voiced, making Yeonjun tense up.
Talking to you again? There was nothing Yeonjun wanted more. But now? After everything that happened? He didn't think it would be a good idea. Plus, he had to move on one day. He had been going on multiple dates lately and he was starting to get the hang of dating again. Thinking he wouldn't ruin all of that by speaking to you again would be naive. No, he knew that even seeing you would bring him back to square one.
And that was because of the simple fact that Yeonjun believed you were the love of his life, and had been since the day you met.
And until he found a different, new, love of his life, if that was even possible, he would never be able to completely fill the hole in his heart where your love belonged.
"I'll see," Yeonjun replied.
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Yeonjun blew some warm air into his hands before rubbing them together as he walked over the snowy pavement. He had not expected it to be this cold today.
It was only two weeks ago that Yeonjun and Soobin had met up for drinks, only wearing thin jackets. But now even the beanie Yeonjun had on did not prevent the blood in his body from trying to warm his reddened ears and nose.
It was only after finally stepping inside the warm cafe, that Yeonjun felt like he could breathe again. He slid the headphones off his head and made his way to the counter.
"That'll be eight fifty, please," the voice of the cashier sounded, directed to the person in front of Yeonjun in line.
"Yes, sure- Oh... Oh no, I think I forgot my wallet." The voice of the person, the woman, in front of Yeonjun slowly made him look up from his phone, his heart registering whom the voice belonged to quicker than his brain did.
"Wait, I think I've got some cash in my purse, one second, please."
With wide eyes and shock running through his entire body, Yeonjun watched you as you crouched down next to the little girl beside you and asked her to hand her the purse she was holding.
Before you could even start searching for the money, Yeonjun already handed over his credit card to the cashier, his body acting out of instinct while his mind was still a blurry mess. "I'll pay," he stated, his voice way too steady in comparison to his racing heart and sweaty hands.
The cashier nodded before turning around to start preparing your order.
Your ears perked up at the male voice and you stood up, turning around with a confused expression on your face.
When your eyes met the dark ones belonging to your old friend, though, time decided to stand still for a second or two.
For what felt like hours to Yeonjun, the two of you just stared at each other.
"Yeonjun?"
Your confused voice and dumbfounded facial expression caused a genuine smile to break through Yeonjun's face, the outer ends of his eyebrows slightly drooping.
"Yn, hey." His voice was hoarse.
"Mommy, who's that?" Mina tugged at your hand and the two of you turned your attention to the little girl. Your daughter.
"Uh, this is-" you stammered.
Yeonjun crouched down to your daughter's level and smiled, holding out his hand to her. "I'm Yeonjun. Your mommy and I used to go to college together."
Yeonjun couldn’t believe how quickly Mina had grown. The last time he saw her she could barely walk.
Mina glanced at your disbelieving smile before she shook Yeonjun's hand. "I'm Mina."
Her small voice made Yeonjun's heart melt. "Such a beautiful name! I bet your mom came up with it," he grinned.
Yeonjun remembered it vividly; freshman year, physics class. Yeonjun and you were bored out of your mind so instead of paying attention, you guys decided to make a list of baby names. And of course, at number one on your list was Mina.
For a second Yeonjun wondered if you forgot about the memory, but when he stood back up and saw the familiar smile tugging at your lips, he knew you remembered.
Yeonjun took a second to shamelessly take your features in. Just a second. You were just as pretty as you were in college. Now more mature, which suited you perfectly, Yeonjun found.
But the sparkles your eyes had always held weren’t as bright anymore. Dark eye bags surrounded your eyes and your cheeks were sunken.
You were tired. And not the type of tired a person was when being low on sleep.
Yeonjun almost wondered if the cracking noise his heart made at the sight of your exhaustion was audible to the people around him.
The barista handed you your drinks, making you smile at her and give Mina her banana milkshake before turning to Yeonjun.
"I'll pay you back, just send me your bank-"
"Yn, stop it," Yeonjun chuckled. "It's nothing, really."
You smiled, your heart warming at the sweet gesture. "Thank you."
Yeonjun just smiled at you as you adjusted the bag on your shoulder and took Mina’s hand in yours before a rush of panic washed over him when he realized you were most likely about to leave now. That would mean he wouldn't be able to see you again.
Yeonjun quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat.
"I- uhm, I d-don’t know if you're busy but I was actually wondering if you maybe want to sit down together? Catch up a bit?" His voice was slightly shaky and he pointed at a table in the corner of the cafe.
Your eyes enlarged for a split second and your lips parted, not expecting his invitation.
But just because you didn't expect it, didn't mean you didn't crave to reconnect with your college best friend. He reminded you of a period in your life when you were the happiest. And it would be a lie to say he hadn't contributed to a large part of that happiness.
"I'd like that, actually," you nodded, making Yeonjun's heart pick up its pace.
After Yeonjun had been given his order, the three of you sat down at a table.
"How have you been, Yeonjun? It's been ages since we last talked," you awkwardly chuckled, your eyes carefully scanning Yeonjun's face.
Although his face still held that aura of youth, the light scruff on his chin and the sharper cheekbones gave away that he, too, grew a few years older. You found that twenty-eight looked good on him, though. Really good.
"I've been good. Got a promotion at the company recently, so that's... that's good," he replied, hating the small talk. He wished he could skip all of that and go straight to the part where he could tell you how much he missed you and that if there was something he could do for you in these difficult times, he would. In a heartbeat.
"That's amazing!" You cheered before turning to your daughter after she softly tugged at your sleeve, and handing her a coloring book from your bag and a few coloring pencils.
Yeonjun watched you with adoration in his eyes as you stroked your daughter's hair before returning your attention to Yeonjun.
Mina looked so comfortable with you, like you were her favorite thing in the world.
And the gentleness which you carried when communicating with the toddler made it well known that Mina was your favorite thing in the world, too.
Yeonjun could tell you were a great mother just from these small gestures. And it made an indescribable rage and sadness grow in his chest at the fact Jay took such bad care of his beautiful family.
Yeonjun would have given you and Mina the world if you were his little family.
He hated these forbidden thoughts running through his head. Yeonjun despised the idea of how different things could have been if he had only spoken up six years ago. He had no right to wonder what could have been, not when he had been such a coward.
A coward. Or just too young.
"Yeonjun?"
Your voice pulled the man out of his painful thoughts, and he quickly raised his eyebrows, painting an attempt of a smile on his face. "Yes?"
You chuckled. Yeonjun's chest heaved.
"I asked you if you had been in touch with the rest of the squad lately," you asked, and grinned at the word squad. “I've been thinking a lot about them lately."
Yeonjun chuckled. "Actually, Soobin has this idea to soon plan a reunion party. How does that sound?"
He rested his chin in his palm as he stared at you.
A genuine smile broke through your tired face. "Well, I'd love that."
Yeonjun nodded and a silence fell over the two of you.
His eyes slid to the fiddling of your fingers, the ring that was missing from your ring finger.
You noticed his stare.
"How have you been, Yn?"
"You heard, haven't you?" You asked a tad too quickly, and the smile on your lips wasn’t showcasing any happiness.
He nodded, trying his best to not show any pity, knowing how much you had always hated it when people pitied you for anything back in college.
"I'm okay, really. It was coming, anyway. I just regret not realizing it earlier." You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lower lip, and looked away.
Yeonjun frowned. "Realized that he...?"
"That there was something wrong in our marriage,” you finished his sentence, although you knew that wasn’t what he meant. “That were was something wrong with- whatever," you shook your head, smiling down at your daughter and stroking her hair again as she comfortably sipped from her milkshake and drew in the coloring book, unaware of the difficult conversation her mother was having.
"Yn, it is not your fault. You know that, right?" Yeonjun asked, confusion coloring his face.
You swallowed before looking up from your daughter with a bright expression on your face that was anything but genuine. "Yeah, I... I guess."
Frustration hit Yeonjun like a brick, and he had to refrain from standing up. Instead, he just sat up straight. "Listen. Jay being..." he cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "him being unfaithful has nothing to do with you. It says nothing about you and everything about him. Please do not forget that."
You didn't deserve this. You were actually the last person on earth who deserved this.
Yeonjun's shoulders tensed and his heart slowly broke into a thousand pieces when tears started pooling in your beautiful, sweet eyes.
Oh, how he wished he could get a chance to heal your broken heart. To love you the way you deserved. If only the universe would give him a chance.
If only you would give him a chance.
"Look, Yn, I know it has been a while since we properly talked and I know I'm probably not the person you'd choose to tell all your personal stuff to but," he took a deep breath, a sad frown in his eyebrows, "if you need someone to talk to, to cry to or just someone who will distract you... I am here, alright? I was here in college and I will... I will be here now." Always.
Yeonjun didn't like to be this honest with you this quickly, but he couldn't stop himself. His heart wasn't strong enough to just pretend he was only a distant acquaintance when the past years you had never completely left his mind, or heart.
You stared into his eyes and your shoulders sagged. There was so much weight on your heart. So much you were keeping to yourself, believing it was something you had to deal with on your own.
But his eyes... oh, the sincerity in his eyes made you want to tell him everything. It made you want to let him in, see your pain.
"Yeonjun, I-"
The screen of your phone lit up when a notification appeared, pulling your attention to the device.
Yeonjun wasn't able to catch what the message said for he was so concentrated on your face and whatever you were about to tell him, so he frowned in confusion when you stood up from your seat.
"I-It's my lawyer. She's asking me to meet up. I’m sorry," you stuttered, your mind a slight blur from whatever Yeonjun and the nostalgia that came with him had made you feel just a few seconds ago, and you quickly wiped your cheeks in case any stray tears had managed to escape your eyes.
Yeonjun blinked a few times and nodded. "Oh, yeah, no, I get it."
"Who knew a divorce would lead to so much paperwork and having to read through such difficult contracts," you awkwardly chuckled before telling Mina in a soft voice that you were leaving.
She nodded and put her belongings in her little backpack.
"We will get going but, uhm, it was nice —really nice— to see you again, Yeonjun," you sincerely smiled at the man. “Thank you for…”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Yeonjun nodded, a small smile on his face.
You collected all confidence in your system and took a shaky breath. “I’ll see you…?” Balancing on your heels, you waited—hoped— for Yeonjun to speak up.
“At the reunion party?” Yeonjun offered and immediately regretted his words.
Your shoulders slightly slumped but you quickly smiled the disappointment away.
“Yes, at the reunion party.”
You gave him one last glance before walking out of the cafe with Mina holding your hand.
The cold air hit your face and your heart felt even heavier than before coming to the cafe. Now it wasn’t just filled with Jay and all of his problems, but also with the memories and nostalgia from college. With the feelings you had once felt for Yeonjun, but had always suppressed.
Sure, you didn’t still have romantic feelings for him. But much to your dismay, you definitely wished you were able to talk to him a bit longer, to bring up old memories together.
But as disappointing as it was, you figured he didn’t want that as much as you did. He wouldn’t have let you go without planning a new date to meet up if he wanted to see you again.
You sighed and opened the car door.
You were just putting Mina in her seat when a voice calling your name made you halt. Your heart skipped a beat and you spun on your heels to face the owner of the voice.
Yeonjun’s chest heaved up and down as if he had run out of the cafe, and his warm breath caused smoke to fall from his lips every time it came in contact with the cold air.
“Yn,” he repeated. His doe eyes and the reddened tip of his button nose made your insides warm up. You were convinced Yeonjun would look adorable even when he was fifty.
“Yeah?” You asked, somehow hoping with your entire heart that he wasn’t just going to tell you you forgot something in the cafe.
Yeonjun’s gaze flickered from your left to your right eye.
“I…“ won’t let you go again, not now, not ever, “…wanted to ask you if you were maybe down to meet up for drinks this Friday. We didn’t get much time to talk now and if you want I can help you with the paperwork.” Yeonjun raised his hand, gesturing in your direction. “I don’t want you to think you have to do it all on your own.”
He hoped you knew he wasn’t just referring to the paperwork when he said those last words.
You didn’t notice the relieved smile that was creeping onto your lips until Yeonjun mirrored you.
“I…” you suddenly didn’t feel the cold breeze hitting your skin anymore, “…could definitely use some help.”
Somehow you knew he understood you weren’t just referring to the paperwork.
You glanced at Mina before returning your gaze to Yeonjun and shook your head. “But I don’t have anyone to babysit Mina this Friday.”
“I could come over to your place then? I can cook for us,” Yeonjun offered with a gentle smile.
In college, Yeonjun had always been the friend to come up with solutions for any issue. You had always loved him for that.
And right now, you were more than grateful that specific part of him hadn’t changed since then.
“That sounds perfect.”
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blue-jisungs · 9 months
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locked out of heaven
song inspo. locked out of heaven by bruno mars
a/n. i’m still giggling at the fact that bruno mars collected all the idols like a damn pokémon trainer. also i wrote it in 7 minutes while waiting at the bus stop bye
summary. your boyfriend comes home after the bruno mars concert, tired and drunk… and so so in love
warnings. might be a lil suggestive? depends how you look at it. a bit of skinship ^_^ + brief alcohol mention
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the door opened so quietly, causing you to wonder if it’s your imagination or not. soft thuds of foot steps and the sound of your boyfriend’s humming made you rub your eyes, slumber slowly washing off you. peeking at the clock you smiled softly: 3:29am.
the slight light peeking through the door, coming from the bathroom accompanying by the rustle of water running caused you to shift a bit, to make place for yeonjun in your bed.
in no time the light turned off and yeonjun walked lazily into the room, sighing.
“hi baby” you murmured, voice a bit raspy.
“oh, did i wake you up? i’m sorry” if you thought your voice was raspy then after hearing him, you realised it’s nothing compared to his. you giggled, shaking your head.
“nope, i was waiting for you” you hummed, patting the place next to you.
but yeonjun plopped down on you, placing his head on your tummy with a dramatic sigh of relief.
“that’s good. after the concert we went to have some drinks with the guys, there were so many friends of mine. they insisted i stayed but i said i have to go back home to my girl” yeonjun hummed lazily, words barely audible due to the volume of it and the fact he was muffled by your pyjama t-shirt. when he talked you felt vibrations spreading through your body, stomach filling with butterflies… maybe also because of the nickname he used.
“you’re so sweet. how was the concert though?” you asked, accepting the fact he won’t move anytime soon. yeonjun normally is clingy, but after having alcohol in his system he’s the definition of clingy. one of his hands grabbed yours and placed it on his head, signalling you to play with his hair. the other pulled your shirt a bit and he started drawing small doodles on the skin of your stomach.
“it was… so… amazing. is it what moas feel like? i thought i was dreaming. bruno was amazing… the way he sung… he was so charismatic! he even said he missed us… in korean. aish… i’ll never hear his songs the same way again. the live version was just… woah” he sighed dreamily, the post-concert blues settling in.
you played with his hair, smiling fondly. gradually he started dozing off, breath turning more stable and soft.
you felt yourself getting drowsy again too when yeonjun suddenly started humming a song. at first you couldn’t hear which one but then you realised it.
“cause you make me feel like i've been locked out of heaven~” he sung quietly against your stomach “for too loooong~”
you scoffed, the action making him move a bit. you could feel the way he smiled against your skin, hands wrapping around you a bit tighter.
“can i just stay here…?” he hummed.
“spend the rest of your days here?” you asked amused, causing him to grin.
“mhm” a quiet murmur leaving his lips.
“mkay, you can… but if i wake up sore in the morning, you’re giving me a massage” you joked and continued to play with his hair.
with a pleasant warmth spreading in your heart you fell asleep, joining yeonjun in his peaceful slumber.
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boba-beom · 9 months
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trapped in your game | CHOI YEONJUN NSFW
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pairing: bestfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader | genre: oneshot; fluff, smut. best friends to ?? | wc: 1.6 k | warnings: hair tugging, a lot of praises, pet names (, baby, princess, sweetheart, cutie), bsf!yeonjun's just so sweet :(( , physical affection, oral (m receiving), yj a lil rough with it, cum swallowing, smut with plot, not proof read, lmk if I've missed any. | a/n: so I wanna thank @junniieesbby for elongating this idea with me hehe, testing waters out since it's been a while but enjoy &lt;3 this is my comeback guys >:) it's also 5am, so I'm sorry HAHAHA
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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continue under the cut ❤︎
no matter how many times you turn around and rant to your best friend, yeonjun, he's there laying on your bed with his upper body hanging off of the edge and his phone in his hands.
“yeonjun…” you whine, pouting as you ask him, “were you even listening?” you exaggerate a deep huff of disappointment and that catches his attention.
rushing to turn his phone off and throwing it somewhere on your bed amongst your plushies, he lays on his front and reaches his arm out to caress the top of your head.
“okay, okay. I’m listening, what were you saying?” he tilts his head slightly and he mirrors your pout.
“I was saying, I think I’m linking up with this guy next week but I don’t… um...” you trail off, lightly chewing on your bottom lip thinking if you sound dumb worrying about this.
“but you don’t what? you know you can tell me, right?” he’s still caressing the top of your head ever so gently. yeonjun tends to have that aura about him. and it’s been like that for years. it’s not that you were embarrassed to tell him, he never belittles you about these things, or anything in general, but you also didn’t want him to think you were being silly about this.
“I don’t know if I’m good enough at giving head, jjun.” your light whine switched him up in some way.
you always wondered if he’s ever thought of you like that, and the answer is yes. but he knows his priorities as your best friend is that he’s always there for you no matter what. helping you in whatever it is. even when it comes to this.
“but you’ve given head before though?” he sits up, his feet now flat on the ground by your knees. you nod subtly, watching the way the little bulb lights up above his head.
“hmm..” he exaggerates a thinking face, bottom lip protruding before the corners of his lips turn upwards. “show me what you’ve got.”
you know how to kiss. that’s because yeonjun taught you. you know how to turn guys on. that’s because yeonjun taught you. but you’ve managed to give head and have your previous partners and flings come from that, and yeonjun hadn’t taught you. what if he teaches you now? will that make you better at doing it?
“yn? sweetheart, what’s going on in that cute 'lil head of yours?” he leans forward to grab ahold of your hand, which surprisingly lays limp in his palms. “I’ll talk you through it if you want.”
“I can try-“
he shakes his head, cupping the side of your face and his thumb stroking your cheek and slowly lowering to glide across your bottom lip. “Give me your all, c’mon.”
“thanks jjun.” you shoot up an innocent smile, the one that makes his knees weak even when he's sitting down.
you shuffle onto your knees, situating yourself between yeonjun's thighs while your fingers began to skim over the material of his sweatpants. yeonjun, on the other hand, was anticipating the act, leaning back on his elbows to observing you from that angle. he knows how good you are and how good you can be, of course he does because he's taught you these things.
as you watch your best friend look back at you with his sultry eyes, you catch the way he bites down on his bottom lip as your fingers trail closer towards his half hard dick.
"oh, so this is how you tease your flings huh?" his voice was lower than usual, but nothing you've never heard before.
"just find it a little fun when they squirm. you're good at not doing that though jjunie." you finally apply pressure onto his growing dick, stroking him through his sweats and picking up the pace until you see him fighting to throw his head back, but resorting to heavy, shaky breaths.
a hum leaves your mouth when you see yeonjun get harder under your touch, but it doesn't take much longer until you're hooking your fingers under the band of both his sweats and boxers.
your chest heaves a little, it's not the first time you've seen yeonjun's dick, the last time being when you caught him masturbating in his room with his door unlocked and he was wearing headphones. but he had a pretty dick for sure. his girth was a good size, the length wasn't too intimidating but deep inside you were excited. the head had already started to leak clear droplets, veins just beginning to raise to the surface as you wrap your soft hand around his shaft by the base.
he hisses from the pressure you apply, letting out his sigh that he had been holding in for a hot second. you're in awe, never had you touched yeonjun like this before, but to see him react this way just from your simple touches were starting to affect the dampness between your thighs.
"yeonjun, you know, you have a pretty dick." you tell him sweetly.
"thank you kitten— oh my god." he doesn't hold back the small moan in his throat after you had just licked him from the base to the tip with your lips lighting sucking on the head, letting the salty droplets spread across your tongue.
you smile at him once again, observing the way his mouth slacks open and how his pretty, pillowy lips are the same colour as his soft tip. that's something you'll unintentionally engrave in your brain for every time you glance at his lips.
"so.. so.. pretty.." you kiss around his shaft randomly betwen your words, and he responds with his hand in your hair, and lightly tugging it.
"get to it cutie, I wanna know how good you are." he loosens his grip, letting you take more of him into your mouth until he's almost prodding the back of your throat and pulling him out again.
a guttural groan leaves his throat as you repeat the same action a couple more times before you gag from how far in you're taking him. you're usually pretty good at not gagging, even using the squeezing-your-thumb-extremely-tight trick to prevent that, but it still happened.
"hey, hey." yeonjun sat up in urgency, but mentally kicking himself for twitching from the fact tears started to well up. "I'm sure you wanna do good for him, right? now breathe through your nose, your throat's gonna be occupied."
you nod, really listening to his words and you do exactly what he tells you. taking in a couple of deep and steady breaths you wrap your mouth around him again, bobbing your head and inching further until he hits the back of your throat without you gagging.
"oh shit," he gasps, "just like that, princess, just like that."
both of his hands make their way to your hair, gathering them as best as he could into a makeshift ponytail. the suction you have going on was starting to make him feel light headed, twitching in your hold. he couldn't refrain, but you were doing too good. with your hair now in a tight ponytail in one fist, he pushes your head down more until he hears you gag.
an airy chuckle leaves his lips as he moans out your name and other profanities, boosting your ego to keep going. you know he's close when you watch his lower abdomen starting to twitch from under his black hoodie.
"keep going baby, I'm so close. god, you're so good." his heaven sent whines were shooting straight to your core, and you just knew your panties were soaked through from the discomfort against your core.
you let out a strong hum whilst continuing to bob your head, moving your wrist to push him over the edge. your other hand caresses his thigh while his hand is wrapped around your wrist. tight. a few more delicious moans leave your best friends mouth, throwing his head back as he bucks his hips up, close to chasing his high.
"yn, ugh, baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." his hold around your wrist tightens as the band in his stomach snaps, feeling the way his cock twitches against your tongue.
you suck on his tip, swirling your wet muscle around it a few times until you taste his cum on your tongue. you let out a surprised moan from the way his load was shooting into your mouth, some even beginning to trickle down the back of your throat.
"ah shit, yn." he chuckles with a hand lazily covering his face. "you're so hot, what the fuck."
you giggle as you lean back on your knees, looking up at him and opening your mouth to show him his load under and around your tongue.
"filthy too, good god." he collects the cum threatening to drip from the corners of your lips as he waits for you to swallow it all and lick the rest from his thumb.
"so was that alright?" you lean your arms across his knees and rest your chin on the back of your hands.
"alright? you did so good baby." he caresses your head again, noticing the way you're refraining from smiling so hard.
"jjun?" you ask, almost a whisper. your fingers tracing invisible shapes across his thighs. he responds with a light hum. "I kind of don't want to see that guy anymore."
"what are you saying?" yeonjun raises an intriguing brow.
"I kinda just want you." there it is again, that precious smile that yeonjun loves to see.
again, he reaches out for you and leads you onto his lap, hovering you over his spent dick. your hands rest on his shoulders, stabilising yourself as he brings his middle and ring finger to stroke up against your clothed slit and rubbing light circles on your clit.
"well, I'm all yours."
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wave2tyun · 2 months
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meddle about | ☆
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pairing: idol!yeonjun x idol!reader
genre: idol!au, best friends to lovers, some fluff but also a bit suggestive (?) towards the end
prompts: – “you’re blushing”
– “i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now”
warnings: none!
word count: 1.8k
a/n: the inspiration for this came from a wonho photoshoot behind the scenes clip that i randomly saw on ig reels........😟 i hope there aren't any mistakes left in this because i've been lazy and going only by trust when i repost fics asdbhja
☆ = repost from my old blog!!
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you and yeonjun didn’t exactly meet…under the greatest circumstances.
as txt’s fame was continuously on the rise, there was no way you had never heard of yeonjun, or the name tomorrow x together. however, it was only when you had your comeback stage at inkigayo that you finally got to see yeonjun in real life, and not just on a screen.
you expected things to go smoothly. yeonjun was going to just take your interview, and then you were going to simply perform with your group on stage, as usual.  
realistically speaking, that was supposed to be it- nothing more than a polite, professional interaction, he was the mc after all. you didn’t even think you’d cross paths with him throughout the day again. but the lunch break had something -quite staggering- in store for you:
the inkigayo sandwich. those words still make you shudder.
as an idol, you had to have one, at least once. it was the talk of town after all, even though the combination of egg, crab and strawberry jam- all squished together between 3 pieces of white bread- didn’t exactly sound appealing to you.
you gulped as you looked at the piece of food in your hands; the smell wasn’t that appetizing either, and you wondered how it was possible for them to have such high sales for a shitty product.
you didn’t want to do it, but the thought of wasting your money without at least having a bite was haunting you. you closed your eyes, anticipating the worst outcome imaginable as the sandwich came closer and closer towards your mouth.
“hey- at least remove that paper before you start eating” one of your members said, making you frown. paper? what paper? the ingredients of the sandwich were already weird enough, what did they add that paper for?
confused, you opened your eyes again, a small note had been carefully placed somewhere between the plastic wrapper and the bread. grossed out, you removed it, moving towards the trash can to throw it away, only to get a glance of a phone number written on the back of it, making you stop in your tracks.
‘call me ;) - choi yeonjun’
now, you see- you only knew that the inkigayo sandwich was famous, you didn’t know why it was famous. 
you angrily searched for choi yeonjun around the cafeteria, shoving the sandwich towards his chest once you found him “what the fuck is this?” you hissed appaled by his actions. not sparing him a single moment to respond, you instantly got into a rant about how you were ‘put in danger’ by him for placing something (almost) inedible in your lunch.
he stared at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows, panicking that you’d blow this out of proportion even more if he excused himself before you were done blowing off some steam. he knew very well not to argue with a sleep deprived person who was also hungry.
“that actually wasn’t meant for you…” he muttered in the end, biting his cheek.
“oh.”
on the way back to the dorms, you swore you’d never step foot back into inkigayo ever again, or at least not until yeonjun stepped down from his position as an mc.
despite the seemingly traumatic event, you still kept the piece of paper containing his number, jam stain and all. you fiddled it around your fingers as you rolled around in bed, unable to fall asleep. it was way past midnight, and the remorse you felt for not having apologised to yeonjun was keeping you wide awake. you had been too embarrassed to utter any more words after hearing his reply and used the first opportunity -which was a member calling out for you- to leave the room. 
the guilt was eating you up, and, in the end, you decided it was best to at least say sorry to him through text. and so you did- not exactly expecting much besides getting blocked by him. 
turns out yeonjun found the situation more amusing rather than infuriating. he accepted your apology with ease, and you promised that you’d buy him lunch the next time you visit inkigayo, as emotional compensation.
yeonjun, however, lied to you that day. the phone number in the sandwich was, in fact, meant for you. he heard from his seniors that ‘back in the day’, this was a particularly popular method to start dating between idols. when it was announced that you’d perform on the day he was mc-ing, he found his chance, took it, then pretty much failed miserably. his attempt at getting to know you better was somewhat saved by your apology text. after the whole ordeal, he decided that it was better to take it step by step and develop his friendship with you before dipping his toes into the dating scheme once again.
bit by bit- yeonjun began to reveal his flirty nature. first, he started bringing food and drinks to your company whenever you told him you had to stay up late, practicing overnight. then, he made sure to always compliment how you looked in music videos or album teasers, sometimes even sending coffee trucks to the filming sites to support you. finally, he started bringing you flowers whenever you were done with comeback stages. the change in his attitude was making you question the status of your relationship. still, knowing how risky this all was, you decided it was foolish to jump to any conclusions- although a part of your heart did cling tightly onto the hope that he did this because he saw you as something more than a friend.
it was no surprise to the public eye that the two of you were close friends in the industry. so, when elle korea wanted a photoshoot between a pair with good chemistry, yeonjun ran to his managers, begging to convince some of the higher-ups to recommend the two of you. not a single soul in the company was able to resist him, so he successfully scored the spot. however, you were only informed that you received an offer for the photoshoot, not that yeonjun had been involved in this whole ordeal.
the concept was not quite what you were expecting.
when you heard the words “a pair with good chemistry” you were expecting a fun, bubbly photoshoot, something colorful maybe- not a sensual, romantic theme. you choked on your spit when they showed you the outfit you were supposed to wear, then choked again when you saw yeonjun’s outfit: black pants and a blue satin button-up shirt that had more than 3 buttons left open, exposing the skin of his chest. 
and -as if the revealing clothes weren’t enough- there was one more detail left that would supposedly “tie this all together”: a kiss mark. on yeonjun’s neck. 
the staff handed you a tube of red lipstick, shoving you and yeonjun in a private dressing room before you could even process the situation.
you stole a look at yeonjun, who pursed his lips, trying to contain his laugh as he made eye contact with you.
“did you know about this?” you asked him with a serious face, pointing the lipstick towards him. why were you the only one baffled here?
yeonjun couldn’t help but let out tiny squeaks as he struggled calm down, your shocked, accusatory expression all too entertaining for him “no” he snickered “why? are you nervous? think you can’t do it?” he crossed his arms.
the attitude with which he said that only earned him a scoff from you “of course i can do it” you said as you walked towards the mirror. once you were in front of it though, you were suddenly way more aware of how sweaty your palms were getting, hands trembling a bit as you put the lipstick on.
yeonjun was never one to shy away from physical touch. you were used to receiving hugs from him, sometimes even having him hold onto your hand or arm, swinging them playfully whenever you walked together. but this? this felt…different. 
intimate. 
it was like a possible breach within your friendship. and while you weren’t exactly nervous about the situation itself, you were definitely afraid about what was going to happen between the two of you after.
yeonjun was already behind you once you finished putting on the makeup and turned around. the playful smirk he’s had ever since you both entered the room never left his face. he lightly quirked up an eyebrow, provoking you to make the move- curious to see if your earlier statement was the truth or whether they were just empty words. unsure what to do with your hands, your fingers didn’t let go of the lipstick tube, playing with it in a restless manner as you inched closer towards yeonjun’s neck. the citrus fragrance of his perfume still lingered on the skin, and you closed your eyes as you left a quick kiss there, the touch too light to leave a mark visible enough. 
“you’re blushing” yeonjun chuckled, tilting his head as he looked in the mirror behind you, clicking his tongue “that’s not right…” he muttered. his gaze was fixated on your face for a few seconds, admiring the pink dusting your cheeks. then, they trailed off to your hands, snatching the item to cover his own lips in that same crimson color. “this is how you do it” he whispered, dipping his head down, arms sneaking around your waist simultaneously. warm breath on your neck, chest flushed against yours, yeonjun could feel your racing pulse underneath his lips as he pressed a long kiss on the hot skin. the chilling sensation running down your spine had your hands unconsciously reaching out for his forearms, holding onto them to keep yourself steady and not slip away from his grasp. 
“i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now” he breathed out, fingers tracing lines along the small of your back. seeing that you weren’t pushing him away, his face didn’t leave its close spot to your body. instead- his lips travelled along the skin, pressing featherly kisses along the way- nibbling, lightly biting, the red marks blooming being hidden away by the lipstick covering them.
the mirrors, the vanity lights, even the photoshoot itself, they were all turning into a hazy memory as you were becoming more and more enthralled by him. completely absorbed by his touch on your body, you felt like you wouldn’t be able to breathe properly again until he carried on with the next step. “jun-” the sound of the nickname was enough to send an electrifying jolt throughout his heart. his own breathing was irregular as he stopped, distancing himself a bit from your neck to lift his head up, plush lips and smudged lipstick coming into sight. 
“we’re not leaving this room until you kiss me on the lips”
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run2seob · 3 months
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⌕ "bsf!yj texts" in which yeonjun can't stop texting yn
PAIRS ▸ bsf!yeonjun x reader GENRE ▸ socmed one-shot, fluff, mutual pining / idiots in love WARNINGS ▸ suggestive jokes (!!)
AUTHOR'S NOTE — the last one is based off of personal experiences 😞
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ox1-lovesick · 10 months
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✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND WHEN YOU LOOK MOST BEAUTIFUL TO THEM
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pairing(s). txt x gn reader genre fluff warnings. none(?) wc. 100-200 each
type. headcannon , reaction
a/n. guess who wrote something *everyone applaud* please enjoy this I forced myself to write it because I haven't posted anything since queen elizabeth graduated high school 🥰
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★ YEONJUN could already stare at you for hours on end — you always looked so effortlessly beautiful in his eyes, they can't help but wander back to take you in every now and then. You're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but there's something different about you right now. About your furrowed eyebrows and small pout, about your fleeting gaze, stuck between your laptop screen and notebook as you read over the problem for the nth time hoping it will all magically make sense soon. You look outrageously adorable to him right now, laser focused on solving this equation of letters and numbers so you can move onto your next set of notes. He'd pull out a chair and sit next to you every time, resting his head against the palm of his hand as he watched while you busied yourself with whatever you needed to get done. Sometimes he'd sit and stare in silence, others he'd fondly brush the stray strands of hair away from your eyes so you don't have to, but every time without fail, his eyes would be trained on nothing but you.
★ SOOBIN loved taking care of his skin. It felt like a checkmark in his day, the last task at hand before he could melt into his bed and forget his worries until morning. He instantly felt lighter after taking all his make-up off and gently applying his moisturiser, but doing it with his favourite person makes just that much better. He especially loves when he doesn't have the energy to do it himself, leaving you to do it for him. Fingers gently tapping the products into skin with care, with the occasional kiss on his nose, but what he loves most of all is the sight of you, bare faced and sleepy. Some days he'd feign exhaustion just to stare into your eyes and hold your waist while you massage serum into his skin. He loves you no matter how you look of course, you're always beautiful to him. But being barefaced with each other is intimate, especially when he has to look his best everyday
★ BEOMGYU was never fearful about the sun exploding in 70 something million years, why would he be when he had the replacement right in his arms. Your smile was more than enough to sustain life and light up the solar system. His theory may not be scientifically correct, but in his eyes, it was simply the truth. What a heinous crime it is that you don't own multiple peace prizes for this sight alone—it never failed to make his heart beat out of his chest every time you graced him with its presence. He gets teased to no end by the guys for being horrendously down bad and staring at you with 'goo goo' eyes whenever your lips curl upwards, but how could he help himself? He's sick in the head, mind stuffed full of you and that pretty smile. It's his kryptonite, his one and only weakness, and no one knew it better than you after walking home hand in hand with your brand new jigglypuff plushie and -62837 won in Beomgyu's wallet.
★ TAEHYUN was so weak for things like this. Even under all those muscles he spends hours perfecting at the gym, he's rendered completely and utterly powerless. Weak for holding you closer, weak for pressing a kiss to your forehead, weak for you nuzzling your head further into his chest, weak for falling asleep with the person he adores more than anything next to him, safe and sound in his arms. He always fell asleep much later than you, because he has no self control and can't help but stare. Ever since he'd met you, he's become a morning person. Not because he enjoys starting his day early to be more productive (or to spend another 86 years in the gym) but because he gets to wake up like this. Your limbs tangled in each other, soft breaths against his neck, covered in the warmth of his duvet and comfort of each other. And if you'd allow him to, he'd spend every morning like this for the rest of his life, and die a happy man.
★ HUENINGKAI is a fan-favourite. And while his band mates make it well known who their favourite maknae is, for the sake of their feelings he tells them he loves them all equally, and keeps his favourite a secret. A secret from everyone but you, who just so happens to be said favourite. And his favourite sight on his favourite person? The face you made when he revealed his secret to you. The way your eyes widened, the knowing smile that crept its way onto your face, your nose scrunching in delight, if he could have that moment tattooed on the inside of his eyelids, he'd probably forget what the world looks like from having his eyes closed all the time. He loves this look on you, how excited you get when talking about the drama going on with your classmates or your masterplan to take over the world. Your eyes twinkling and hands flying all over the show because your emotions are just too strong to keep them confined. It might just be his favourite sight of all time, and while he's itching to screech about how adorable you are, he'll keep it his little secret for now
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seolis-world · 1 month
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going to parties with your "friend" yeonjun
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i just thought about this but....
getting ready together.. picking each other's outfit.. you'd be spotted at every house party known...
always the loudest and wildest.. would hold your neck to pour alcohol on your mouth .. have tons of silly drunk pictures on phone... dances and sings together to the music.. always competes who has the highest alcohol tolerance but would helps when the other is too drunk.. you'd be each other's wingman.. like you didn't just make out earlier always has your back when getting involved in fights.. wont leave unless together, always stops by a fast food to eat, then laughs how both of you are so wasted you cant even eat properly..
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this is so wattpad cringe and cliche, like how a teen would write please forgive me.. i just want to get this out of my head
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naomiarai · 2 months
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lucky charm? — cyj.
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summary : give your boyfriend another reason to win won't you?
genre : smut, fluff
wc : 2.2k
pairing : basketball player!yeonjun × afab! reader, established relationship
warnings : dom!jjun, sub!reader, kind of wall fucking?, creampie, ass slapping, praise, oral (m.rec), pet names (angel, pretty, princess), kind of exhibitionism
disclaimer : idk how i feel abt it
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the fogg in the air moves to disappear as the you make the outline of your star player, his coloured hair so easily spottable. your eyes meet his fox ones as you wave with a big smile, clearly excited to see him.
yeonjun jogs up to you, removing his jacket in the process and draping it over your shoulders.
“i told you i’d pick you up, princess, it's freezing outside” he says with a slight frown.
you simply giggle at his gesture, taking a good look at his face. he seems to have caught you staring as he brings his face close to yours, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“did practice go well?” you ask as you wrap your hands around his torso, pulling him closer.
“it was going well, until it started raining” he says with a chuckle, looking at you with endearing eyes.
the boys have been practicing endlessly; the semi-finals for the match was on the upcoming weekend, a perfect day for you since you had all the time in the world to watch them play. either way, if yeonjun feels like he accomplished something after a match, you feel like you accomplished something too.
you're his lucky charm as he says, whether it's a peck on the cheek or a really tight hug before a match, you're his complete motivation. “do you think i could steal you for a bit?” you ask hopefully.
he looks at you with a suspicious grin, tilting his head to the side, “i suppose..” he says and you visibly lighten up, but he starts again, “if i get a kiss?” he asks squinting his eyes.
you mirror the same expression, staring for a good minute before crashing your lips into his abruptly. he pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss you deeper before you pull away, “satiated enough? i wanna show you something” you say as you lace your fingers with his, dragging him out of the court.
“where are we going?” he asks abruptly as you run along with him, “my apartment, i wanna show you something plus we can stay there for tonight?” you say and look back for a moment to see if he'd agree, yeonjun simply smiles with a nod. reaching the entrance of your building, both of you slow down, going in to take the elevator.
it's empty, leaving you both to practically do whatever you wanted. you live pretty high up, it was always annoying to take the elevator that high with a bunch of people in it. but this time you have your dear boyfriend snd his antics of course.
you simply stare the mirror like ceiling, purposely not paying any attention to the very obviously staring at you yeonjun, smiling to yourself. he seems to notice it, his hands go to your jaw, about to turn it to kiss you, just when the doors open. you walk off with a proud scoff, trying to hold yourself from laughing.
you hear him laugh from irritatedly behind you, catching up to you before he stops you with a hand on your waist. “did you really try to run away?” he says with faux anger, before placing the much awaited kiss on your lips.
you chuckle as you push in the keys to your apartment, a creaking noise emitting as you push it open. it's been a while since yeonjun's been in your place since you're usually at his. he stares at certain things a little longer, taking in what he hasn't in a long time. “give me a minute jjun, i'll be right back” you say as you disappear inside your room.
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you reappear as you carry a box in your hands, wrapped in red foil wrap as you walk your way to his figure on the couch, taking a seat beside him. he looks at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression on his face clearly not expecting it. before he could say anything, you speak up, “look, i know it's not really a gift for you, but it is something you've been wanting for me” you say with a pause in-between.
he eyes go up to the side for a moment, thinking all the possibilities on what it could be before he gives up. “you really didn't have to get anything in the first place, but seriously ____, thank you” he says genuinely
you watch with anticipation as he unravels the ribbon on top, nails clawing into the edge of the lid to pry it open. his eyes land on the bright jersey, embedded with his name and the number 13. you almost immediately see his lips curl up into his signature grin, throwing his head back with pure laughter.
“holy shit!, that looks amazing” he squeals with joy holding stretched out in the air, as you stare at him delightfully, this was probably the most memorable thing you thought of. “gon' go try it on for me?” he asks you, still staring at it.
“let me surprise you”, you say, “i’ll wear it on the day of the competition?”. his eyes finally look back at yours, smiling at the suggestion, it’d be a lovely surprise.
you watch him carefully fold it and put it back inside, fixing on the lid before placing it next to him.
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it’s d-day, the sun seems to cover the whole court in its golden rays, you still haven't seen yeonjun yet, he’s probably getting ready  in the locker room.
you smoothen out the jersey, it fit you perfectly, and you just know he would too. the boys had about an hour before their match, they've been practicing steadily the last few days, you're sure they'll do well.
you decide not to waste any of the time you had left to see him, quickly sprinting to the locker room.
you enter slowly, eyes landing on yeonjun; the only one in the room. you don't question where the others ran off to, simply tip toeing your way towards him, in order to wrap your hands around him.
the closer you got to him, you realized he was checking his phone, his thumb about to hit the call button on your number. seeing this, you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, very obviously startling him.
“oh what the— oh my god!” he says as he takes a look at the your figure behind him, letting out a blissful giggle at your attire. your eyes sink into crescent moons, a silent smile plastered on your face, opening your mouth to ask, “do you like it? does it look good?” you say as you look down at yourself again. “you look good, so fucking good” he replies back almost instantly; you could tell the way his voice got a little hazy at the end. you were definitely doing something to him.
you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer. yeonjun looks at you intently, his lips are curled into the prettiest grin you've seen and it makes you giggle at him. you go up to kiss him, lips melting into each other as he tightens his grip on your lower back. he propels his tongue inside your mouth, fostering a whine from you.
you pull back to catch your breath, but from his expression he clearly doesn't want that. “jjun- you have less than an hour left, keep it in your pants” you say half earnestly. he tilts his head to the side, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “what? you think i can’t make you cum in less than an hour? i can double that” he says confidently.
you don't doubt his words, you gravely don't. you're simply making excuses that even you don't want, to keep you guys away from latently getting caught fucking before his game. but yeonjun has always had his way, if he wants it, he'll get.
“yeonjun.. what if someone walks in or..comes looking for you?” you say pleadingly, you're playing good girl right now, but you're so fucking wet. he gives you a kiss on your neck, “i’ll lock the door, who would come looking for me right now? no one has a reason to, and i can tell you're wet, baby” he says his voice deeper.
oh god, you really shouldn't, but it'll be quick right? its not like anyone would walk in without knocking anyways—, fuck it.
you don't say another word, turning your back on him to lock the door shut before coming back to slam your lips against his, you feel him smile into it. yeonjun loves it when you're just as eager as he is during sex, he finds it hot. his hands down to your thighs to hoist you up onto the bench, followed by spreading your legs to stand in-between them.
“you look so fucking good in this” he mumbles at your lips as your hands go down to pull his shorts down, rubbing his dick with the palm of your hand. he hisses at it, whispering a “fuck” to himself. “wan’ suck your cock, please-” you say breathily, a tone of pure begging in your words. and that works for yeonjun, he looks at you proudly, fucking yes, he'll give you his cock.
he drags out a chair as you quickly pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees, veiny cock in the open. if you weren't wet before, you were soaked now. getting on your knees, you grab at the base of his cock, giving kitten licks at his red tip. “don't fucking tease and get to it” he commands as you proceed to take half of it inside your mouth, sucking endlessly. one of the reasons you love sucking yeonjun off are the pornographic moans and whimpers he lets out, it just makes you want to do it more.
you circle your tongue around his base, your fingertips slightly squeezing it. “god, good girl— good fucking girl” he groans out, you feel him twitch inside your mouth and before you know it, his white seed fills up your mouth. he doesn't say anything but you're clearly expected to do something. you swallow every last drop, you've gone this too many times to not follow up with it.
yeonjun grabs your chin, kissing you passionately as he gets you to stand up and pushing your front towards the wall. he lifts up your jersey, staring with awe at how wet you were, “you're so wet angel, all for me? got you so worked up huh?” he says, giving your ass a slap.
“please— please fuck me, 'm so wet for you, need your cock” you babble, too horny for your own good as it is. he pulls your drenched lace panties to the side, cunt glistening in slick as he runs his calloused fingers over it, earning a whiny moan from you. you let out a sigh as he rubs his tip against your folds, smothering it in stickyness as he pushes it inside abruptly. your breath hitches, voice caught in your throat as you process the movement of his cock inside of you.
“ah..ah! faster! hnng-” you groan as your finger nails claw at the wall infront of you, thighs shaking as he picks up his speed. the room fills up with the lewd and wet noises of skin slapping against skin, your mind completely hazy. “you feels so good, so tight, shit-” he whines, slamming his hips harder against yours.
you feel the knot inside your stomach tighten, getting so, so close to bursting, just when you hear beomgyu's voice outside knocking on the door, hyung? are you inside? . your body halts for a moment, panic settling into your senses as you crane your neck to look at yeonjun with wide eyes. he looks completely calm, slowing down to answer beomgyu, “i’ll be out in a bit, go ahead” he says.
it seems to have him leave as yeonjun picks up his pace again, “look at you, clenching so hard, fuck did that turn you on?, you wished he walked in on us didn't you? dirty girl” he says with a smirk. you don't reply, the coil inside your stomach building up again, this time, seconds away from snapping. “wanna cum!– please, hah gonna cum-” you say, tears pricing at your eyes.
“yeah? fuck– gonna cum for me? do it, i'll fill you up” he says bending over to whisper inside your ear, kissing your earlobe. and that does it for you,; your vision goes into a blanket of white as you feel yeonjun pant behind you, his cum filling you up. after a couple minutes, he pulls out, grabbing a wet towel to clean you up, “i think i'll have to go now baby, you'll get back safely won't you?” he asks you solemnly.
“mhm, i'll be fine jjun, go ahead” you assure him as he heads out for the match.
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of course the boys won; they played incredibly, you watch with a genuine smile as they come together for a hug. you meet him after, running up to him to give him a tight hug, congratualting him immensely. “you did so well! good job” you say as he simply smiles at you,
“so what about a celebratory fuck?” he says grinning.
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Txt when their partner goes into labour
Warnings: not descriptive or graphic but labour (as in pushing out a baby), fem!reader
note: I promise this will be the last time you see me write about kids! blame Soobin and Beomgyu-
Soobin hears you cry out from another room, rushes to check on you, eyes darting cluelessly from your face to your belly and back again, until you tell him your water's just broken. You swear the man goes pale, stammering, but it's not time! Doctor's advice, birthing classes, everything he's read about what to do, it all leaves his head. Can he drive right now? Soob? you pat his arm, let's go. Yeonjun drives the two of you to the hospital, Soobin in the back-seat with you, squeezing his arm, his eyes growing wider and wincing every time you have a contraction and whimper with pain. He hates that there’s nothing he can do to take the pain away for you. When you are fully in labour, it's as if his instincts kick in, doing the breathing exercises with you, telling you you're so strong, he loves you so much, you can do it. You've never seen him shake his head so hard and fast as when the doctor asks him if he wants to see the baby's head coming. When the little bundle is in his arms, he becomes sniffly, eyes wet with emotion, the rest of the world disappearing around him. Hey, you say tiredly, when do I get to hold her? Soobin turns his body away instinctively, moving your daughter in the opposite direction of you. You got to hold her for nine months, it's my turn.
Yeonjun is pretty fine, following the plan that he's gone over in his head a hundred times in preparation for this moment. It's when he sees you waddling around your hospital room in pain that he starts to get jittery, and he wants to hold you, soothe you, but he knows that right now he has to let you do your thing. When you finally sit down on the bed between contractions, he climbs up to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest and rocking you slowly from side to side. It's when you have to start pushing that he starts to get teary, seeing you go through so much pain and hearing you cry out in agony is too much for him, and he can't hold it back. Probably tells you he's so sorry for doing this to you, that he doesn't care if he can't use the hand you have a vice grip on for a month, he doesn't need it. As soon as he sees his child, Yeonjun is a mess. And I don’t just mean tears, I mean audible sobs, as he gazes down at this little piece of the both of you. He’s so choked up he can’t speak as he places the baby in your arms, pressing his head against yours as you both peer at the new member of your family.
Beomgyu is pretty anxious and a little protective. His arm is around the back of your chair as you wait to be checked in, his leg bouncing a million miles an hour. He's filling out paperwork at the front. desk when the nurse comes to take you to your room and get changed, where is she going? The nurse laughs; she's used to first-time dads. Beomgyu is very attentive, asking regularly if you need anything - water, food, a back rub - and after the first five hours, when you suggest he take a nap, he refuses. He's here for you. Can't you give her something for the pain? he asks the doctor over your wails of pain when you begin giving birth, and when the doctor assures him that they already gave you something, Can't you give her more? When you are prompted to push harder, he tells you to get angry, and when that doesn’t help, he starts listing all the stupid things he’s done that have annoyed you. This doesn’t really help either, but soon enough your baby is in the world. He’s real? Beomgyu asks the nurses as they towel off the crying baby, not yet ready to let go of your hand. A nurse hands him the bundle, and he looks so amazed. Hi, he says softly before looking at you with starry eyes, You made this. You laugh as he puts one arm around you and you both admire your son, You helped.
Taehyun is the most collected of the bunch. He knows how nervous you are, so he’s glad he can keep his cool for you. On the drive to the hospital, he can tell you need a distraction, so he tells you all the things you all the things you have to look forward to; no more cramps, no more morning sickness, being able to see your feet, not being a human incubator anymore. He stands by your side through the whole thing, feeding you ice cubes, guiding you through your breathing exercises the way he was taught, and when it's delivery time, being a strong arm for you to go to town on, wiping your damp face with a cold cloth, showering you with encouragement. As soon as he hears that baby cry, he absolutely beams, couldn't stop smiling if he tried, telling you he's so proud of you and kissing your tired face as you finally lay back and rest, exhausted. After helping to cut the cord, he's handed the baby, and he brings it straight to you, laying the tiny thing on your chest. His eyes are so full of love and shiny with emotion as he strokes your hair, both of you in wonder of his tiny life you've created.
You're out shopping when your water breaks, and Kai looks at you in distress. The- the hospital bag, it's at home! he frets as the two of you head for the parking lot. Kai, we put it in the car when it got closer to my due date, remember? you remind him, watching him blink adorably in realisation, though this reassurance doesn't do anything for the deer-in-headlights look in his eyes. At the hospital, he's unusually quiet; his whole world is about to change, and he wonders how nine months came and went so fast. He returns your reassuring smiles, takes a minute to answer questions, but when you need him most, he snaps out of it, large hands soothing your back as you rock yourself against the pain, tying your hair up for you, humming songs and breathing with you through the contractions. You won't have this belly anymore, he pouts as he rubs over the baby bump for the last time. When the baby is placed in his arms for the first time, he is speechless, looking from your tired eyes to the tiny pink human engulfed in his arms, overwhelmed with love.
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ tipsy!yeonjun (nsfw 18+)
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— a/n: happy birthday to the one and only!! sorry this is very very late, but here is my first work. i hope you guys enjoy it! inspired by drunk jjun cause he's js so dear to me 💕
✧ tipsy!yeonjun x fem!reader, wc: 1.7k
✧ warnings: smut— MDNI !! unprotected sex, oral, pet names (baby, princess)
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you take in the way yeonjuns face crinkles when he smiles. his bangs splayed over his eyes, ruffled and his grin lopsided, softly laughing as you try to take the bottle in front of him. he puts his hands out, attempting to grab any of the previously emptied bottles on the table but gives up, eventually finding comfort in your hand instead. he looks up at you, and that’s the first time you really see his eyes that night, pink and his cheeks even pinker, so when he asks you if he can stay the night how can you say no?
taking yeonjun up to your bedroom, his body weight leaning on you and stumbling at every turn. when you lay him on your bed, he doesn’t let go of your hand. you squirm trying to leave, aiming for the door and to shut off the lights, so he can rest, but his grip stays firm. please, his eyes say, hooded, but coated with a gloss that makes you gulp and lay next to him, your stomach flipping. yeonjun pulls you closer, one hand finding its way around your waist, and the other at the back of your head stroking your hair. the scent of alcohol fills up your nose as it’s buried in his neck, but you don’t mind because you smell it just as much as his natural scent.
soon enough, his hand that stayed wrapped around your waist has traveled down to your ass, and his fingers softly trail under your shorts, over your bare skin. his touch gentler than usual, sending shivers down your spine when he says in your ear, with a low and gruff voice, “you’re so pretty baby.” his lips give one kiss to yours as if warning you about what’s to come before they make their way to your neck. soft and pillowy like they’re not even there, but you’re definitely feeling the effects of it, your mind turning fuzzy as he trails even lower, mellow nips at your collarbone.
he looks up at you with one last kiss to your cleavage, his eyes still glossy but with a newfound heat in them before he’s rolling you over and hovering on top of your subdued body, hands on either side of you. tonight, yeonjun is gentle, nearly faded, in some sort of daze, but right now, the more tender he is, the more you want him.
“jjun,” eyes mimicking his pleas from earlier, your hands find their way to tug at his hoodie. the bulge in his pants rests against your thigh, and it grows as you whimper, his lips taking yours again. he ruts onto your thigh with fluid movements. so slow, soo slow, almost like he’s torturing himself, but he’s just too out of it to realize how badly he wants to feel you. shifting his weight to one hand, he grasps your breast, his finger brushing over your clothed nipple as he smiles against your skin at the way your breath gets caught in your throat and your heartbeat speeds up. “yeonjun, please.”
“my pretty girl,” he smiles, watching you whine in discomfort, trying to tease you, but the way he continues to grind against your leg tells you he’s just as desperate. his fingers ghost over your clothed slit, barely able to feel the sensations over the denim of your jeans, and you cry out, bucking your hips, needing him to do something, to touch you somewhere. “so good for me. ”
tears well up in your eyes in frustration, and he seems to take notice, finally applying pressure where you need him most. unbuttoning your pants, he pulls them down along with your lace panties that make him groan at the sight. “looking so cute for me. my pretty princess, only for me, isn't that right?" you nod, feverishly; gulping when his lips brush against the cloth so softly, it barely feels like a tingle, though it sends sparks through your legs, making your thighs close together absentmindedly. yeonjun pushes one thigh down to keep you spread apart, just enough space for him to ruin you with his tongue. he tugs the lace to the side and stares in awe at the amount of wetness that has spread across, nearly drenched in arousal. he leans in torturously slow, gloss-coated fox eyes making contact with yours, and tongues at your folds. he doesn’t stop holding eye contact, except when his eyes roll back and he moans at the taste of you.
your body trembles under his control as he eats you out, his mouth on every inch of your pussy, licking you up and sucking hard where you feel it the most, as if he was made for this, made to please you. cries travel far, your neighbors would probably be able to hear how good he’s giving it to you, with every dip of his tongue into your hole, you whine and with every nudge of his nose against your bud, you squirm until you finally reach your limit. fingers tangling in his hair and tugging to warn him of your climax, he doesn’t stop, and instead gives you what you’re asking for, putting his all in to give you a mind blowing orgasm. “need you to cum on my tongue, baby. please give it to me,” he whines as he says it, as if he needs you to cum more than you do.
before you’re able to relax, yeonjun’s fingers prod at your cunt, gentle but still enough pressure to make you whimper due to the overstimulation. his hooded eyes traverse your body, and he bites his lip, his hands moving to undo his belt. pulling his pants down, his cock slips out, red and veiny, your eyes water at the sight.
"baby," you coo, "you're so hard." your hand reaches out, smearing his tip with your thumb, and he whimpers at the touch, squirming and hanging his head low as you rub him. you feel like you're in control for a split second until he looks back up, eyes on you as if he was about to pounce and ruin you until you can barely speak a word, lips caught between his teeth, bruised and swollen and hair disheveled from the aftermath of your fingers. your hands still on his cock, and you suddenly feel like prey, as he towers over you. yeonjun rubs his tip against your clit, whatever remnants from your previous orgasm leaking out, and he absorbs your cries for him to just slip it in with his lips pressed against your mouth, wanting you to beg for his touch. “jjun— i need you. please— want it so bad, so bad, need you to put it in.”
tears prick from the corner of your eyes, and his gaze softens when he sees a stream down your cheek, your lips jousted out in a pretty pout. he presses his palm against your cheek and kisses your pout with one of his own before he sweetly mutters against your lips, "i'll give you whatever you want when you sound that pretty for me, princess." you feel him enter you with a low groan emitting from his throat, and the stretch never fails to make you twitch. you shut your eyes to distract yourself from the pressure, more tears falling from your eyes, and yeonjun kisses them away, taking your hand into his and squeezing it tightly until his warmth enters you fully.
every ridge of his cock scratches your walls with satisfaction, the weight of his stomach pressing against the bulge that rests inside you. the feeling of your walls tightly wrapped around his length makes it hard for him to thrust into you, his mouth agape at the way you take him in. your hand once again find itself in his locks, fingers nearly imprinted into his scalp from the way he cautiously moves. yeonjun’s eyebrows furrow as he focuses on his movements, finally fucking into with a pace.
the circumstances aren’t new, but the effect the motion has on you makes you feel a way you’ve never felt. yeonjun’s thrusts are lazy, but they hit a spot inside you that has you yelling. he tightly grips your hips, controlling the way they buck up every time his length presses into your cervix. he opens his eyes when you grab his hair harshly, and nearly cums at the sight of your fucked out face, and he prays the alcohol in his system has worn off, so he can remember the sight. “you’re so tight- so pretty, so mesmerizing.” he almost sobs, a rough thrust making you scream. “gonna fucking cum in you, princess, make some pretty babies— can i please, please cum?”
the tears are finally visible in his glossy, bloodshot eyes, about to break free if you make him hold out any longer, so your hand moves down to hold his jaw as you press a kiss to his lips, moaning a soft, “yes, jjunie. fill me up.”
this puts him over the edge, his cum filling you up with warmth, and you throw your head back at the feeling. his thrusts turn sloppy, but don't stop, riding out his own high and pushing yours further. he feels you clenching even harder, pulling him closer by his hair as you wail out that you're close. "pretty girl's gonna cum all over me? make me hers?" you nod, and his movements become faster. yeonjun clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth at the pain of the overstimulation, but doesn't let up, wanting you to feel as good as he did. "fuck, come on, baby. want your cute fucking pussy to claim me."
your second high finally hits you, your walls fluttering around his cock as your seed spills out, and you moan into his mouth with a soft smile. he pulls out, his softening length dripping all over the glistening skin of your thighs. a soft curse falls from his lips when your hands finally release his hair, a sense of relief washing over the two of you as he falls beside you. sweaty and heaving breaths fill the air, and you look over at him, expecting to see him passed out, but you're met with his gleaming eyes and a cute pout. his cheeks are tainted with bubblegum, and you feel like showering him with affection, so you lean over and kiss his forehead. his lips stretch out into a gooey smile when you pull back, and his eyes flutter shut, his heavy breaths slowing down until his chest is rising and falling in a relaxed motion. "go to sleep, baby. i'll cure your hangover in the morning with something special."
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