#yeonjun timestamps

[kwanisms]

[1:58], Yeonjun & Soobin, requested by anon

╰┈➤ 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."

[agustdiv1ne]

♫⋆｡`♪ ₊ﾟ.11:01 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun

genre: smսt, bratty sub!yeonjun, rockstar!yeonjun, dom!fem!reader, yj wears a collar at all times bc i said so, light petplay (he gets called pup, but nothing further than that) <3

wc: 2.9k

yeonjun's little secret is hidden in plain sight.

his skeleton in the closet is encapsulated by a simple piece of leather wrapped around his throat — it's something that he nearly always has on, whether it be promotional photos, meet and greets, or concerts. his fans have spotted it on him when he's out partying, perusing festivals, even while he's simply out and about. sometimes, he even attaches a longer piece to it, wraps it around his wrist like a leash, and yet everyone always dismisses it as some sort of social commentary (he's honestly seen enough think pieces on twitter to last a lifetime). and when someone asks about it? he brushes it off and smoothly changes the subject.

because it's not just a plain old choker, or a collar worn to criticize an oppressive social regime — no, it is yeonjun's indirect way of telling the world that he belongs to you.

indeed, you, the pretty little girlfriend of tomorrow by together's famous drummer, have more power over him than anyone else. he's yours to keep in line, yours to ruin — yours to own, wholly and completely. sure, you keep your relationship with him fairly private, but the collar is your own way of staking claim on the man that is desired by everyone. what can you say? you’re a little territorial.

and maybe it makes your sex life just a bit more exciting.

yeonjun slams his sticks down on his drumset’s cymbals one final time before he’s ripping his in-ears out in order to hear the crowd. their screams heighten the adrenaline racing through his veins, his heart pounding against his ribcage so hard he thinks that it might burst from his chest. slick sweat shines against his bare, tanned skin under the blazing stage lights that illuminate him and the rest of the band. they blind the crowd from his eyes, but he can still hear the frenzied screams of “i love you!” and “fuck me please!” and the cries that beg them to continue the show — he eats it up, basks in the untouchable feeling as he stands on his chair and dramatically bows to his fans. hopping down to join the rest of his members at the front of the stage, they give their wild fans one last goodbye as the platform they stand upon begins to lower below the stage, each of them waving to fans. before he is fully off stage and the mic in his hand cuts off, he allows one last bellow of “thank you, chicago! good night!”

impatiently, he mumbles a quick “good job” to the other guys before he’s leaping off the moving platform, removing the stage gear that is strapped to his torso beneath his tank top and tossing it to the floor with little abandon. the staff can pick it up for him later, because all he can think about is finding you right now; he’s excited to hear what you think, always a glutton for your praises. 

frantic eyes scan the crowded backstage area, trying to spot you amongst the sea of staff. his steps grow faster when he realizes you’re nowhere to be found, his heart racing for entirely different reason now. where are you? are you in his dressing room? are you fucking hiding from him? 

“jjunie!”

his head whips around in a flash at the familiar call of his name, watching as you slink over to him in the most mouthwatering outfit he’s ever seen. your skintight black shirt leaves little to the imagination, with plunging cutouts that show off the curvature of your breasts and leave your navel bare, tucked into what can barely be called a mini skirt due to how little it covers. your eyes shine as you stare up at him, hands reaching up to cup his jaw before you pull him into a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue and passion, ignoring the chaos that whirls around your bodies. he moves down to trail his lips down your neck, but you stop him with a single finger slipping under his collar at the back of his neck, pulling him back by it. the feeling lights a fire within him.

“easy there, tiger,” you laugh, smirking as you meet his kohl-lined eyes. “we’re in public.”

“but baby,” he whines, hands wandering down to your ass, slipping under your skirt, and delivering a hard squeeze to the bare flesh. “need you s’bad.”

your tongue subconsciously runs over your front teeth while you watch his once clear eyes grow all hazy and hooded. brushing a thumb over his plump lips, you murmur, “so needy already, hm?” he nods, and you bite back a cruel comment. “then how about we go to your dressing room, pup?” 

yeonjun feels the fire inside his stomach roar to life at the pet name, no longer just a tiny flame, but something all-consuming and desperate. the next few seconds pass as a blur as he makes a beeline towards his room, adorned with a star and his name. the door slams behind you, your back pressed to the wood soon after as he cages you in, his lips crashing against yours with fervor. he brazenly gropes at your exposed flesh, his already hardened cock pressing against your thigh through his jeans. he’s getting too bold, isn’t allowing you to lead — and you’re becoming annoyed.

your fingers find the thin strip of leather around his throat once more, pulling harder this time. he chokes at the feeling, fingers pressing deeper into your flesh, refusing to move as he diverts his attention back to your neck again. annoyance brews into a bubbling anger, your fingers leaving the collar to twist in his hair and yank. a yelp sounds from his throat at the tingly pain branching across his scalp.

“already forgetting who’s in charge, pup?” you grit out, pulling harder all the while. he releases a shaky breath, but doesn’t move to give you an answer. scoffing, your gaze sharpens. “get on your knees.”

“no,” he replies, defiance coloring his tone and expression. “i don’t wanna.”

you use your free hand to grip his chin. “don’t you want to cum tonight?”

“obviously,” he says, rolling his eyes. 

squeezing his chin, your vision spots red, and you seethe, “then get on your fucking knees.”

he gives you a similar response as before. while yeonjun is usually obedient, there are times where he becomes too greedy, too bold in trying to steal the reins from you unrelenting hands — it seems tonight is one of those nights, but you know just how to put him back in his rightful place. he’s too easy, really. 

without warning, you shove him away, stalking over to the other side of the room where your purse lies. you ignore his questions of what you are doing as you dig through the bag, quickly locating what you want: his leash. the black leather is cool against your skin as you wrap it around your hand, the clip held between deft fingers. it matches his collar perfectly; simple yet effective, you surmise. his eyes widen at the sight of you returning to where he stands with it in hand, mouth going dry as he realizes you aren’t in the mood to play tonight. 

yeonjun freezes as the clip loops around the small chain that holds his collar together, biting his lips when you tug, testing the integrity. your expression betrays nothing of your inner thoughts, gaze steely and borderline bored — you refuse to look at him now, moving in silence. he feels a tug from behind now, and it presses the leather against his windpipe for a moment. his cock twitches, and he aches to touch himself, to relieve the unbearable pressure in his pelvis. 

“i was gonna reward you tonight, y’know, for doing so well,” you sigh while you step in front of him again. your calm yet venomous tone sends tingles down his spine and more blood towards his center. you poke at the center of his chest before you continue. “but you decided to be a stupid little brat and not listen. so!”

you’re just being cruel now, but the pathetic furrow of his brow and the pout forming on his lips is the least of your concern at this point. you saunter over to the couch that sits in the middle of the room, bend over right in front of him, and slip your thong down your legs. behind you, he audibly gasps, both of your holes on proud display in front of his eyes. his attempt to surge forward is quickly thwarted, the length of his leash too short to even come close to reaching you, and he turns back to find that you have tied it to the doorknob. he reaches for the knot—

“don’t even try it,” you call. “that isn’t one you know, stupid pup.”

turning back to you, he finds you leaned back on the couch with your legs spread wide, perfectly manicured fingers slowly circling your clit. you emit a quiet moan as you tease yourself, hips rolling up into your fingers to search for more stimulation. gulping, he remains silent, focused on the way your entrance flutters around nothing. 

“i get to touch, you get to watch,” you sigh, pressing harder against your bundle of nerves. “and don’t even think about touching yourself without permission.”

knees weak, he stands there, vision growing hazy around the edges at you prod and tease yourself, working yourself up at a painfully slow pace. he knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his cock is so hard and it’s so painful and he just wants to—

“put your hands back at your sides,” you order, further threats already pouring out of you before he can process the command. “or do you want a worse punishment? want me to go get your bandmates? i’m sure they’d love to fuck me, make you watch with no way to stop them from taking me, have them use me ‘til they’re satisfied— mh, just thinking about that is getting me close.”

across the room, yeonjun feels tears line his eyes. the fingers that have sunken into your entrance should be his. he should be the one between your legs right now, his lips wrapped around your clit and your thighs suffocating him until he’s dizzy on your taste and scent. he should be the one with his cock in you, not anyone else — and especially not his fucking bandmates. falling to his knees, a sob wracks his form, but you’re still not feeling particularly kind. 

“aw, are you crying? you’re such a pathetic little thing, jjunie. can’t even listen to basic fucking orders, but you cry when you don’t get your way?"

the first tears slip down his face when your first orgasm hits you, your legs struggling to remain open as you whimper and whine, exaggerating your moans on purpose. you throw your head back and arch your spine, giving him a better view of your soaked hole as you ride out the waves of pleasure. 

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles, cheeks streaked with tears and his head hanging low. his fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, but you can catch the shake of his fingers despite his grip. 

of course, you heard him well enough, but you decide to feign ignorance. “what was that, pup? look at me when you speak.”

“i’m sorry!” he shouts, his pupils blown out and blurry with lust. “‘m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please— please let me touch you, wanna make you feel good. i can’t—”

“you’re sorry now?” you interrupt, his head nodding up and down in rapid succession. “huh, i’m not sure if i believe you.” 

“pleaseee!” your boyfriend sobs, disregarding anyone that may stand on the other side of the door, his voice thick and shaky. his collar has been pulled taut against his neck with how desperately he has tried to move towards you; his head is hazy and he can barely think about anything except pleasure, both his and yours. “please please please please—”

his begging continues as you rise from the cushions. you ignore the slight quake of your limbs, now leering over him while he stares back up at you, his shiny, swollen lips parted to allow soft pants to escape. crimson stains his cheeks and spreads down his neck, black streaks of ruined eyeliner mixing with it — an absolute painting.

extending a foot, you press the heel of your shoe against his erection. his jolts, a drawn-out whimper escaping him. your lips form a condescending pout as you press a little harder. “poor pup. so sensitive. so pathetic.”

“‘m not pathetic,” he whispers. with a single eyebrow raised and your head titled to the side, you crouch down to his level, gently gripping his chin.

“no?” you question softly. “then why are you so hard just from me degrading you?”

“‘m sorry, can’t— can’t help it.”

“aw, i know, baby.” you reach up to run your hand through his dusty rose hair, removing a few sweat-slicked strands from his forehead. “i’m gonna untie you. i want you to go sit on the couch, and take your pants and boxers off for me, okay?”

“m’kay.” 

he does as promised once you untie the knot. he even went one step further and removed his tank top, his cock pressed against his abdomen, the entire shaft an angry red, his veins more pronounced than usual. precum beads at his tip, dribbling over the side of his cock. obediently, his hands lay at his sides against the cushions. his fingers curl as you undress.

you move to straddle his lap, cupping his face in your palms. “i’m gonna put it in, pup. you're gonna be good, right?”

he nods before he inhales sharply, your fingers touching him where he needs you most. you guide his leaky cock to your entrance with one hand, biting your lip as you begin to sink down on him. the stretch causes your head to spin and your walls to flutter around him. he whines. “don’t, ngh, don’t do that.”

“what? this?” you ask as you purposefully clench your walls. his whimper morphs into a shout when you sink down fully, taking him to the hilt and staying there. his dick presses against the spongy spot deep inside you, stretches your walls perfectly. your pussy was made to take him, just as he was made to listen to you. 

the rhythmic grinding of your hips is enough to have him crying out, tears flowing down his face once again. you lean down to kiss them away, hands finding his and pressing them against the cushion on either side of his head. sighing in delight, you begin to fuck him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock. his mouth is frozen in a permanant ‘o,’ head thrown back while he bucks up into you.

“feel so good inside me, jjunie. so big,” you moan. he twitches inside you at the words, which spurs you to keep going. “such a dumb little thing, just need my pussy and you’re gone? have to have me think for you? so— fuck, so cute. you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“y-yes! all yours, ‘m only yours!” he replies. you smile at the admission, releasing one hand to pull at his collar. his thighs begin to quake below you, muscles contracting and relaxing sporadically. you lean in to kiss him and swallow his loud moans, holding him close by the strip of leather. power paired with pleasure surges through your veins, pleased at his ruined state. you smile against his mouth. 

“rub my clit,” you encourage, feeling his thumb move like lightning to the little bud, his sloppy circles causing your rhythm to falter. “i’m gonna cum, jjunie. want you to cum inside— fill me up, pup. don’t you want that too?”

“yes! yesyesyesyes-” he rambles and rambles until you feel him spill inside you, ropes of cum painting your walls and triggering your own orgasm, his cock pulsing inside you as he continues to cum. your walls flutter as you ride out your high, your fingers moving to press his face against your breasts. he kisses and sucks at the flesh between high-pitched whines until you finally come down, the pulsing of your walls ceasing. slowly, you lift yourself off him, ignoring how his seed spills from your hole and onto the couch. with one final peck to his lips, you adjust his collar and sit next to him, pulling him into an embrace and allowing him to bury his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder. 

“did so good for me, jjunie. i’m so proud of you,” you murmur against his hair, rubbing soothing circles against his back. you gently rock him back and forth with you, making sure that he’s comfortable. “do you need anything, baby?”

“nuh-uh,” he says, voice vibrating against your skin. “just wanna be held.”

with a fond smile, you nod to yourself and squeeze him a little tighter.

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[channoticedmeuwu]

23:57 HRS | p — CHOI YEONJUN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, prod!reader, vocalist!yeonjun, idol!au not intended | w — none

:: (🖇️.) !!🎧🪽 ω 🖥️❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ☆

“let's keep the last one and try again.”

yeonjun blinked at you from behind the glass— his glasses were perched low on his nose, his hair was pulled into a half pony and his neck, adorned in a dainty chain, flexed as he swallowed, realizing that he felt awfully nervous to be criticized by you. he only nodded, a jingle from his piercings echoed, letting out a chuckle as he saw you tilting your head with a soft, encouraging smile.

cute, you thought to yourself as you pressed your legs together and rubbed your face, accidentally smearing your lipgloss a little beyond your lips. but it only made you look imperfectly prettier. that's what yeonjun thought, eyeing the way your lips looked— plush and soft n’ sparkly as you smiled at him.

“you're good, jun,” you hummed after his take, throwing him another smile as you shifted your focus from the computer onto him. you couldn't tell if it was the new ambiance lighting that was recently installed in the studio or just your imagination, but, was he blushing?

“thank you.” he muttered, running a finger over his bottom lip. reaching out towards the pencil, he began scribbling something on his lyric sheet. “can I try that again?”

“of course.”

you were refreshing, yeonjun thought to himself. the way you shot him encouraging nods and hums of approval— he felt like he was being highlighted in ways that he never thought could make him shy. and after another take, he saw you sucking in a breath, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, ‘it's perfect.’

you could see him pressing his lips together. if he wasn't blushing before, he was definitely now.

“fuck,” you blinked with a slight chuckle. ironically, what you were about to say next was exactly what he felt like, ears growing pink as he fingered the pendant of the necklace around his neck, eyes glazing over your oddly sweet features.

“i've never heard anything that sounds like you before.”

txt — masterlist

a/n — just finished watching skz record s-class and I'm in the mood. yeonjun manbun supremacy + I switched the formatting of my drabbles what r everyone's opinions

[jungwnies]

pairing : influencer!reader x idol!yeonjun

genre : social media au , fluff , crack , some written chapters , comedy, strangers to lovers au

featuring : itzy!chaeryeong , itzy!yeji , lesserafim!yunjin , aespa!winter , p1h!keeho , nct!chenle , enhypen!heeseung , skz!changbin , ateez!wooyoung

warnings : cursing , suggestive content (in some chapters)

being an influencer has been a wonderful job, from promoting brands to interviewing idols for your youtube channel. everyone respected your relationships with idols as they saw how you were very respectful to those who came onto your channel. it was hard to avoid dating rumors because of how easygoing and real your videos were, but you never let those rumors effect how you really feel. that is until ….

INDEX (completed)

profile one | profile two

1. prologue chapter 1 — ‛ that two month hiatus ‚

2. chapter two — ‛ beat the allegations ‚

3. chapter three— ‛ that was actually fun ‚

4. chapter four — ‛ quick replies are a green flag ‚

5. chapter five — ‛ bro he's flirtinggg ‚

6. chapter six — ‛ ayo hitman bang introduces hit it the second audition ‚

7. chapter seven — ‛ you have to sign the nda ‚

8. chapter eight — ‛ i think it's yeonjun you have to worry about ‚

9. chapter nine — ‛ just a nice guy ‚

10. chapter ten — ‛ you dated WHO? ‚

11. chapter eleven — ‛ well that's awkward ‚

12. chapter twelve — ‛ sit back and observe ‚

13. chapter thirteen — ‛ going thru a crisis ‚

14. chapter fourteen — ‛ what did yongbok do 😡 ‚

15. chapter fifteen — ‛ pretend it never happened ‚

16. chapter sixteen — ‛ this might be awkward ‚

17. chapter seventeen — ‛ the industry is in shambles ‚

18. chapter eighteen — ‛ the day has come ‚

19. chapter nineteen — ‛ what do you mean? ‚

20. chapter twenty — ‛ not the right guy ‚

21. chapter twenty one — ‛ quite compromising ‚

22. chapter twenty two — ‛ pee-are crisis ‚

23. chapter twenty three — ‛ it's up to her ‚

24. chapter twenty four — ‛ what needs to be done ‚

25. chapter twenty five — ‛ oh my fucking god ‚

26. chapter twenty six — ‛ black on black ‚

27. chapter twenty seven — ‛ friends to ??? ‚

28. chapter twenty eight — ‛ palpitations ‚

29. chapter twenty nine — ‛ settled ‚

30. chapter thirty — ‛ like a finale ‚

started : 220617

ended : 230317

[stealanity]

11:56 ꕤ choi yeonjun

warnings : suggestive

the air around you seemed much warmer since yeonjun had entered your room. what was supposed to be an ordinary evening with friends, had turned into a secret rendezvous in your bedroom, while the others played console games in the living room. the door had closed behind you, your back now pressed against it, while yeonjun's fingers ran innocently over the skin of your hips, your top pulled up to the bottom of your bra. his lips brushed yours, tempted to finally cross the line between friendship and love, and kiss you the way he'd always dreamed of but never dared to do. your fingers mingled with the black locks of yeonjun's hair, tugging gently as you kept your eyes riveted on his rosy lips, which seemed to be calling out to you. your breathing seemed jerky, as if all the temptation in the world was making you run out of air — until he nibbles your cheek playfully, urging you to pull a little tighter on his hair. « kiss me. » he sighed against your skin, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. and perhaps the alcohol coursing through your veins causing you to tilt your head slightly to one side, grabbing yeonjun's tempting lips in barely a second. it was hot and passionate, rushed but addictive — until he nibbles your lip to slide his tongue warmly against yours, fighting with you to dominate the kiss. while your mouths led a wild, passionate, and hot dance, his hands slipped under your thighs to lift you off the ground, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist. and he kissed you, again and again, with more and more desire and love.

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[slytherinshua]

[ 11:20PM ]

genre. fluff. modern royalty au. timestamp. warnings. sneaking around(?) kisses. pairing. prince!yeonjun x servant!reader. wc. 413.

You were sitting alone in the staff quarters of the palace, scrolling your phone with boredom and trying not to think about yesterday. You had screwed up so badly, and you were sure Yeonjun had taken the fall for it.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, feeling the urge to go see if he was okay. But you were too scared that you’d mess up bigger this time to do that, so you stayed where you were.

“Psst. Y/n!”

You swivelled around in your chair, seeing the shadow of a person on the back wall that led to the corridor along with a glint of a shining crown. You stood up immediately, rushing to the corridor where you knew Yeonjun was hiding. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as soon as you were close enough to do so, hugging you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. In reality, it had been less than 24 hours.

“I was so worried about you after I left. Did they scold you too much?” You asked urgently, breaking the hug and scanning Yeonjun to make sure he was okay. In the morning, Yeonjun had been caught with you while trying to avoid a meeting. He had taken you to the garden where he thought no one would look for him, but he was wrong.

“Darling, I’m fine.” Yeonjun assured you, a cute smile on his face from your actions.

“I shouldn’t have left with Mrs. Kim when she told me to leave, I should’ve stayed with you.” You mumbled, head dropping.

Yeonjun lifted up your chin so you were face to face again, “Don’t say that, you just did as you were told.” He murmured, bringing his lips to yours a second later.

“Don’t ask me to come up to your room with you. They might catch you again.” You warned after breaking the kiss.

“But I really want to. We haven’t snuggled in forever.” Yeonjun whispered, searching for your lips again.

“Yeonjun…”

“What if I said it was an order?” He asked in between pecks.

You paused, “I would have no choice, I guess. You know I have to obey orders from my prince...” 

“I’ll use that as the excuse if they catch us as well, then. ‘She was just following orders’, how does it sound?”

“Convincing.” You grinned.

“Let’s go, then.” He kissed you one more time and grabbed your hand to lead you up the steps.

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[jjuniehao]

[01:02 am]: choi yeonjun.

what i said. we’re done, i’m breaking up with you. get out of here. this sentence keeps echoing in your head while you hastily try to pack all of your belongings in a way too small bag, tears spilling over your cheeks.

two years.

two whole years you spent with him, loving and supporting him, looking past his crass comments and “jokes” he would make at your expense. two years you wasted on a person like him.

two years you could’ve spent with yeonjun.

it seems wrong; your first thoughts being about another man after being broken up with mere minutes ago. not just any man - one of your best friends, the one person that always had your back. even in moment where you retrospectively were in the wrong, he still stood by your side. you should’ve just listened to yeonjun. two years ago when you told him about your new boyfriend; when he told you that you shouldn’t do it, to just trust him this time, that you would get hurt. you didn’t listen.

you also didn’t listen when he told you to break up during those past two years. you told him that he wouldn’t understand, he’s not in a relationship. everyone fights. fights are normal, they’re healthy. maybe you’re just a little to sensitive. he has dark humor, his jokes are a little out of pocket. it’s fine.

but still, yeonjun was there. he dried your tears, promisesd you to help you if you wanted to leave. you could stay with him, he can take care of you while you find a new place to stay. maybe you can just move in with him, he has enough space for a roommate and barely uses his guest room anyways. he’d always be there for you.

even when you decided to go back. every single time.

until now, because instead of you breaking up, choosing to cut out this person poisoning your life, you’re the one being thrown out by him. like you’re an old piece of furniture he doesn’t need anymore.

but it’s fine. you have yeonjun. you’re not even crying anymore; you just want to see him. you want to apologise to him, tell him he’s been right. he always was. rushing out of the apartment you once called home you’re on your way to yeonjun’s place.

he’ll help you.

he loves you, obviously he will help you.

imagine your surprise when yeonjun opens the door in just his boxers, hair messy and bruises on his neck.

bruises?

“y/n? what are you doing here?” yeonjun asks, and you don’t miss the way he holds the door a little closed. almost as if to hide something. maybe he just doesn’t want the wind to get into his apartment.

“he broke up with me. threw me out. you were right, i-…i-m sorry, i should’ve listened to you,” your voice got weaker and weaker, eyes filling with tears again, panic finally starting to set it. the expression on yeonjun’s face is complicated, there’s sympathy in his eyes but his brows are furrowed, almost like he’s debating with himself in his mind.

“i’m sorry to hear that, y/n. but still, what do you want here?” the wrenching feeling in your gut is so much more worse hearing these words coming from yeonjun; it feels so cold, so dismissive. “i…i thought-,“ and before you can explain yourself, yeonjun, your yeonjun, loses his cool with you for the first time ever.

“you thought what, y/n? you thought that i would forever voluntarily play second fiddle to whatever you and that fuckhead had going on? every single time he hurt you i was there for you, taking care of you, letting you into my home, trying my best to piece you back together myself piece by piece. and every single time i had to sit back and watch you go and let yourself be destroyed, over and over again. he hurt you, but it hurt me to see you cry and beg for someone that has so little love and care for you. i’m sick and tired of being strung along. we both know i love you, god, i’m so fucking in love with you and still, you would rather go back to him and have your heart broken and psyche fucked with than let me help you heal, than letting me love you. i’m done. please, go find someone else to help you, because i’m tired,” his voice was hoarse and raw, the emotions he’s been bottling up for two years all spilling out at once. his eyes are teary and he looks so, so incredible hurt it makes your heart bleed; it’s your fault.

you dragged him into your mess, strung him along for your own comfort, and realising it makes you sick. you stay silent and just nod absentmindedly, muttering a quiet apology while scrambling to get your things. yeonjun’s watching you and his heart hurts so bad, it makes him want to crawl after you, begging for forgiveness on his knees; he never would turn you away, he loves you, he wants to protect you, you’re safe with me.

but he knows it’s the right thing. because at the end of the day, he’s sure that you’ll be back with your ex the second he beckons you over. and yeonjun isn’t sure he would survive it this time around.

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the way yeonjun's lips touched the base of your neck once he arrived home was warm and inviting, waking you up from your deep slumber. his fingers brushed your hair away gently, leaving a trail of familiar warmth that makes you unable to close your eyes back.

"it's late, why are you up, darling?"

slipping under the cover, he rested his head on the pillow beside yours. there was something bittersweet when he looked into your bright eyes with his tired one. it wasn't something bad, but a dark chocolate kind of bittersweet. something that could you enjoy even when it hurt you.

"it's your fault that i'm awake,"

the tip of your finger was cold because of the air conditioner, but yeonjun still enjoyed it. he knew your touch would always be warm once it hit his skin. whether you liked it or not, it would always get warmer under the cover, with his chest pressed into your back and your hands fisting the sheet, giving him a chance to paint your insides white.

[beomblues]

choi yeonjun x reader — [00:32 am] | 0.5k g: fluff, best friend au, high school au | w: mild language, food mentions

“Don’t forget the soda.”

Yeonjun’s obnoxiously loud whisper cut through your trance, causing you to blink and realize you were still deciding which brand of chips to get. You pick up a random one so he doesn’t realize you had spaced out, throwing it in the cart. The crinkly sound makes you cringe a little since it was pretty loud in comparision to the silence that presently reigned over the empty grocery store.

“We’ll get upset stomachs,” you grumble, looking at the junk food that was already inside it. Eggo waffles, cinnamon toast crush cereal, chocolate easter eggs that were on sale since the store wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible. Adding the chips to the mix, you can almost feel the inevitable sick day you’re going to experience soon.

“It was your idea to do this,” he reminds you, taking two cup noodles down from the shelves and throwing them in, before shooting you a sheepish grin. “Running low at home on these things.”

Your best friend is amusing, you know this. You’ve been stuck with him since your sophmore year of high school, and there wasn’t a person you would rather go with you at ungodly times to a twenty-four hour grocery store. You weren’t getting any sleep, and he had been bored. Match made in heaven in your opinion.

“Soda after whatever sugary pastry you’re going to get for us was not my idea,” you correct, picking out the cardboard-boxed cheesecake he had taken from the store freezer to purchase. “You know the strawberries in this are going to taste like shit, right?”

“That’s the beauty in it, Y/n,” there’s a twinkle in his eyes, one you knew all too well and had come to grow fond of. “The fact that it’s so shitty is what makes it fun.”

“No wonder you’re a hoot,” you snicker and he gasps, elbowing you and causing you to yelp. Your voices were the only sounds that filled the old store. 

“I take offense.”

“Good.”

He hums, hesitating for a moment. There’s something on his mind, and there has been for a while now, but you’ve never found the moment to ask him about it. Now or never, you suppose.

“What’s wrong?”

Yeonjun has very expressive eyes, and now they’re just a little sad. You’re not quite sure what has gotten to him to cause this, but you know you don’t like him being sad. You like the boy with the bright eyes and shit-eating grin. That was what made him, him.

“Will we still do this? Next year I mean.” The question hangs in the air, uncomfortable so. Next year- college. The two of you graduate, and to hell with what happens after that because you don’t know yet.

You don’t think you would be able to survive without him, who else were you supposed to do all your spontaneously and idiotic antics with? Growing up and letting go had always seemed like a idiotic concept to you, so you didn’t see why anything should have to come to a stop.

“Of course we will” You say simply, “Always.”

Yeonjun smiles, glancing at you for just a moment. Best friends, you had promised him in the tenth grade as he had promised to you. Maybe in the future you would be more, but for now, he was content with joining you for midnight escapades and such.

“Always.”

[moontyuns]

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words count: 651 pairing: Yeonjun x gn!reader (ft. brother! Wooyoung) genre: angst, a pinch of fluff, unrequited love

song rec.: Hideyuki Fukasawa - Ocean of Memories

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You sat on the table, leaning onto your right hand, your mind was elsewhere while you were fixated on one certain boy sitting before you and talking to your brother - Choi Yeonjun. You knew him since forever cause he is your brother's best friend who happened to come over to your house almost every day after school. But he is not only your brother's friend but yours too. He is always kind and nice to you, sometimes helping you with something,  especially related to the study cause he is quite smart and has high grades as far as you know from your brother, Wooyoung. 

Yeonjun mostly came to your house to hang out with your brother, but there are those rare moments when he shows up abruptly at times when your brother isn't home yet and you keep him company for a while. You always think about these moments as the best ones, because you have that alone time where you can talk to the boy about anything and enjoy his presence. You can look at his sunny smile and hear his boisterous laugh when you said some lame joke and keep it in your memory to remember when you have bad days. 

Being in his presence always felt warm like you are sitting under the spring sunshine. Yeonjun comforted you a few times when you had rough days at school. He wiped your tears with his soft hands and told you some stupid stuff that makes you laugh through the tears and then gives you hugs to calm you down.

However, as time went by you noticed that he rarely came over to your brother. At first, it's just 2-3 times a week, then once in two weeks, and then two or three times a month.  You wondered why he suddenly stopped spending his time here, you even asked Wooyoung about the reason, but he just shrugged and said that Yeonjun is busy with his study at university or something like that.

And now you begin to treasure these moments when the boy appears on your front porch. At these times you felt like a little child on Christmas seeing their desired gift under the Christmas tree. You missed him a lot, you missed his soft smile, you missed his loud laugh, you missed his eyes that were full of warmth,  you missed your small talks and his occasional jokes, you missed everything. 

And now the three of you are sitting in your kitchen and you can't stop staring at the boy who sits in front of you. You want to remember every little thing about him until you see him next time. However, you haven't prepared for what's waiting for you this evening. 

You heard the notification ding through the room and Yeonjun picked up his phone to check it, you saw the soft smile adorning his pretty face. "Guys, I would really want to spend more time with you, but I totally forgot about the date with Minso I have like in an hour, so I guess I should go. See you around!" he smiled, his eyes forming crescent moons. Then he bumps his fist with Wooyoung and half hugs you saying his goodbye. 

The time went past you while you were sitting frozen.  How come you never know he is dating someone? This question was the only thing that rings through your head. You didn't even feel the hot tears on your cheeks until your brother tapped your shoulder with a worried look on his face, you didn't bother to explain anything as you just stormed past him on the second floor and slapped your door shut. That night you cried yourself to sleep with thoughts that you should get over this stupid pretty boy, even if it would be impossible you should do it possible cause you can't live with that burning aches in your heart.

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you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts

w. alcohol consumption p. crush!yeonjun, bf!soobin

loud booming music and flashing colored lights. beomgyu's party was no joke. his house is filled with people drinking and dancing.

you had come here with your boyfriend, soobin, who you had been dating for about 6 months now. beomgyu was a mutual friend of the two of you.

"hey, y/n! don't wanna dance?" beomgyu says, dancing up to you. you were sat at the stairs, looking at the group of people dancing.

"i'm tired!" beomgyu rolls his eyes in a sarcastic way and waves you goodbye. you stand up to go look for soobin, you knew he was going to be somewhere a little bit calmer.

your boyfriend is nowhere to be found and you figure he's probably upstairs, doing you don't even know what.

instead, you see another guy, blonde streaks in his hair and very charming. you can't even hear him speaking, but looking at the way he moves you can tell he's charming.

it's killing you, knowing that you're too scared to go up to him. you blame it on his magnetic field being too strong.

you drink to get drunk, or to get to the point where you're confident enough to approach him.

you're mad at how he had made you feel this way by just looking at him for ten seconds. you had talked to almost everyone in this house, but your courage to talk to him was nowhere to be found.

in no way did you want to cheat on your boyfriend. this guy in front of you was just too gorgeous to ignore.

eventually, after several drinks, you walk right up to him.

"oh, hi!" he almost has to shout to make himself audible in all the noise.

"hi, i'm y/n!"

"yeonjun! nice to meet you!"

"you know, you kinda talk funny!"

"do i?" you nod and laugh. he laughs as well, in a way you have never seen before. his hand slightly touches yours. you can only think of one thing now that you've seen him laughing.

he's so gorgeous, you're actually hurt.

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“Make a wish,” I heard him whisper against my ear from directly behind me followed by a pair of strong arms wrapping around my waist, pulling my body closer to his.

Chuckling to myself as the boy rests his chin on top of my shoulder, I turn my face to the side and pressed my lips against his cheek. “Why?” I ask softly.

I watch as he lifts up his arm and showed me the watch resting on his wrist. “We have a minute until 11:11,” he explained, flashing a loving smile in my direction.

I looked at the watch’s interface and laughed softly while shaking my head at my boyfriend.

“What if my wish doesn’t come true?” I ask, lifting a brow up while watching the expression on his face.

“What if…it actually does?” he asked as a response to my own question.

“What is this?” I ask, my eyes widening just a little

“A promise,” he replies to my curiosity and entwines his free hand with mine. “I promise to never leave or hurt you. I promise to always be there for you when you are having a terrible day or when you feel like crying. I will never leave your side, I promise,” he ends his small speech with the brightest smile that I normally see when he’s with his friends or family.

“A promise,” he replies to my curiosity and entwines his free hand with mine. “I promise to never leave or hurt you. I promise to always be there for you when you are having a terrible day or when you feel like crying. I will never leave your side, I promise,” he ends his small speech with the brightest smile that I normally see when he’s with his friends or family.

I watch as he slips the delicate ring on my finger while silent tears made their way down my face.

He smiled up at me and stood to his full height, cupping my face in his hands and gently kiss the fresh tears away before pressing his mouth against mine.

author's note: I normally don't write things this short, but I didn't want to drag this one out. I still hope everyone likes it<3

reminder: These are 100% fiction! I only write these when I need a break from my main project.

[channoticedmeuwu]

p : yeonjun × fem!reader | g : fluff, angst if you squint, spiderman!yeonjun | w : suggestive if u want it to be otherwise none? it's like a hurt comfort trope so

a/n : i wanna be savedddddd + hi did u miss me

you kind of never understood what you signed up for when you tried to give the boy in the corner of your math class a chance. I mean, it was a date. How serious could it possibly get, right?

well, you seriously reconsidered all of that when you saw him climb through the window of your room, drenched in sweat, mouth bruised and lips bleeding.

"fuck! 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧, what the fuck are you doing here?"

and your eyes slowly glazed from his sheepish expression down to the claw-mark-like-tears of his skintight, bright red suit.

"you're fucking spiderman!?"

"I can explain!" he said, walking on the wall and shutting the window from the inside, "I didn't mean for you to find out like this."

you scoffed, hurrying to shut your door so your parents wouldn't hear. "𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧," you said, giddy from a rush you didn't know you got from seeing your boyfriend as the spiderman. the same spiderman whose posters you have plastered over the wall above your desk.

"what—what a surprise!"

he looked down and scratched the back of his head. "yeah, I seriously wanted to tell you in a better way."

he began to explain something, but you weren't listening. the way his hair ruffled to cast a shadow below his eyes, the way his teeth shone with his bright, blood-red lips as he smiled, the way fingers drummed on his thigh as he thought of ways to form his sentences. oh shit.

your boyfriend's spiderman.

you ran to get the first aid kit from your closet — that you had for some damn reason. I mean, how often do you have friendly neighborhood spidermen climbing through your window with giant claw-mark-like-wounds in their chest?

so there you were, sitting on his lap as he rested his fingers on your waist, scanning your every reaction to his words as he spoke, absentmindedly, about how he got the biggest cut he's gotten yet; and how he survived it, of course.

and you smacked him, of course. because what would you do, you thought to yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair and made his voice trail off from the sudden touch, if your boyfriend had something happen to him?

but that didn't matter either, you told that part of your mind to shut up as he leaned closer, dragging his surprisingly soft fingers up your back and into your hair, because your boyfriend had nothing happen to him.

he was your friendly neighborhood spiderman, after all.

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⋆｡˚ ✈︎ 9:05 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun

genre: nsfw so mdni, boyfriend!yeonjun, switch!yeonjun, plane sex 😵‍💫

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part 2

your left leg is shaking.

at the moment, you should be fast asleep, basking in the comfort (and astonishing amount of leg room) that a first class airline seat could provide. however, you remain wide awake, not an inkling of fatigue in sight. you have exhausted nearly all options of distraction, leaving you to pick at your nails and stare off into space, thoughts racing through your head at the speed of light.

and it's all your boyfriend’s fault — him, and his fucking tank top.

you would usually be fine — you have always adored yeonjun's fashion sense — but it isn't just a normal tank top; no, it clings to his lithe body, the dark fabric defining his pecs and accentuating his pretty little waist. the lack of sleeves only serve to make things worse for you, the well-developed muscles of his biceps flexing as he shifts his position in his seat next to you. you didn't even know he was wearing it until he took off his denim jacket to go through tsa. that was more than four hours ago, yet you still feel a little hot under the collar.

a deep, quiet groan meets your ears, a small sigh following moments after as yeonjun stretches, arching his back before slumping back against his seat. now awakened from his small nap, you notice from your peripherals how he focuses on your quaking leg, but you flinch anyway when his hand moves to squeeze the meat of your thigh. your leg stills. swiveling your head, you meet his lethargic gaze, a glint of concern shining through the fatigue.

“you okay, baby?” the words rumble from deep within his chest, voice drenched in molasses, slow and smooth and oh so sweet to your ears. the sound ignites a carnal fire in your stomach. your mind sings a siren song to give into your desires, to just do something about them, already. instead, you nod with a hushed hum, sending him a small, tight-lipped smile that you hope he can’t see through. he grins, surging forward to press a quick peck to your lips before settling down to busy himself with his phone. you sigh in relief as his hand removes itself from your thigh.

you feel as if you are about to implode as you scan the dim cabin, lights off so as to allow passengers to sleep through the long flight. the two people sitting across the aisle are doing just that, sound asleep, their heads leaned back against their seats. with another cursory glance around, you find that most people are sleeping; the only person who is awake around you is a businessman one row behind you, though he wears chunky headphones that you assume are noise canceling.

conflict brews within you. sure, you and yeonjun have talked about exploring exhibitionism, and both of you have voiced your inclination for it — but you're unsure if this is the right place to test out this shared desire. something about the close proximity of the other passengers is a little nerve-wracking, but in a way, the idea of ruining your boyfriend while surrounded by others causes adrenaline to race through your veins. even then, if yeonjun decides that he does not want to, then he could simply use your mutual safeword and all would be over.

making your decision, you slip your hand underneath the jacket on his lap and place it on top of his knee, squeezing lightly. he pauses for a moment, tilting his head, but ultimately goes back to his phone, likely playing some game. you remain in that same position for a few minutes, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin. slowly, you trail your hand up further and further, stopping only once it rests against his sensitive inner thigh. pinky swiping back and forth, you feel him squirm away your touch, and you grip a little harder. yeonjun's soft lips part slightly, eyes round and wide as he peeks over at you.

“baby,” he whispers, trying not to whine as you glide your hand up a little more, dangerously close to his his hardening cock. he gasps when one of your fingers tickles the seam of his shorts, hands gripping the tanned leather of the armrests with whitened knuckles. “baby, what—”

“shhh, jjunie. be a good boy for me, yeah?” you coo, voice hushed as you lean closer, warm breath curling around his ear. 

he shivers, biting his lips as you palm his now fully erect dick over his clothes. you check in with him quietly, asking if this is alright, and he nods, sliding down his seat to allow you better access. you grin.

still hidden by the jacket on his lap, you shove your hand underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxers, curling your hand around him. he jumps in his seat at the sensation of you finally touching him where he needs you most, and you pause, shooting him a raised eyebrow before you look around. everyone is still asleep, or, at least, too preoccupied to notice what is transpiring just below their noses.

turning back to him, you whisper praises as you begin to pump his aching cock, thumb dipping into the slit of his head to spread the precum that's gathered there. your hand takes up a leisurely pace, slowly slicking up as he leaks even more precum. trailing your eyes up to his face, you find a beautiful sight: brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and his bottom lip bitten to absolute hell to muffle his desperate pants. a little squeak eacapes him when you squeeze a bit harder, increasing your pace.

“quiet, baby, or do you wanna get caught?” you question with a challenging smirk. while he responds with a rapid shake of his head, you feel his cock twitch against your palm. you shake your head, movements growing more rapid, as mock dissapointment laces your tone. “don’t lie to me. i bet you’d love to have this whole plane watch as i touch you, hm? ‘m sure you’d love the attention.”

“n-no, only want your, your attention,” he stutters, breathing heavily through his nose. the muscles in his abdomen contract as you continue, squriming more in his seat. his face is now buried in his hands, his face splattered with fiery crimson that you can easily pick out despite the low light. his hips thrust up into your hand, the jacket that once protected his dignity now discarded on the floor. 

“aw, that’s sweet,” you say with a sharp grin. he arches his back further as you focus on his swollen, angry tip for a few seconds. “but i don’t believe you.”

faster, faster, faster, you can't find it in yourself to care as the wet sounds of you stroking him grow louder, mixing with the white noise of the plane. sweat lines his brow, head burrowed against the back of the seat as one hand claws at your arm. his arms are flexed, muscles straining against his skin. you think he's close to tears with how hard he's trying not to moan, biting into the flesh of his other palm. you drink him in with a hungry gaze; you want him — no, need him to cum for you, need to see him lose it with all these people around you.

“gonna cum, pretty boy?” you sigh into his ear, biting his lobe for a moment. he nods, whispering ‘yes’ and ‘please’ in rapid succession. “that’s it. cum for me, baby.”

you giggle softly as he registers your permission, his eyes widening, and without even checking for wandering eyes, you lean down to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

that does the trick. his cum spurts in hot ribbons into your mouth, the salty taste coating your tastebuds as you continue to pump him. suddenly, a hand is tangled into your hair, pushing your head down and thrusting up so that you take him further into your mouth, more and more until he's hitting the back of your throat. you inhale sharply in surprise, listening to him choke on the whimper he manages to keep in, swallowing his cum as he pulls you back up to his tip.

you stay there for a few seconds before you push yourself off of his lap, but the sight you are met with is a shocking one.

what you find are stern eyes and downturned lips. gone is the submissive, pliant jjunie from a few seconds ago. now, he's serious, fox-like eyes narrowed as he nearly leers over you. he's angry, you realize. the sudden change makes your head spin.

his fingers grip your chin like a vice as he brings his face closer to yours. you gulp. you're unsure where this switch in behavior stemmed from, but if the way your thighs clench together is anything to go by, you definitely welcome it.

“you like embarrassing me? ‘s it fun for you?” 

“n-no,” you stutter. you’ve lost, any semblance of control you had over this situation dissipating into the air as the seconds tick by.

the tables are turning, and you are unsure if you are ready for whatever he has planned.

“get the fuck up, and go to the bathroom. now.” 

you nod as you unbuckle your seatbelt, watching him tuck himself back into his shorts. standing on shaking legs, you obediently make your way down the aisle to the bathroom, the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend following behind you a hair-raising reminder of your impending fate.

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[stealanity]

“ SUMMER LOVE(RS). ” ft. choi yeonjun

genre : exes to lovers, a bit of angst, but a lot of fluff

summary : that white sand beach was more than just a beach to you — it was a place dear to your heart. and today, sitting by the calm sea, your tranquility was disturbed by the reunion of an old memory.

word count : 1,000

matty's note : in honor of my platonic soulmate's birthday, i leave this second-hope writing on my blog. my pretty mona, my fellow balloon, and my another-life-roommate, happy birthday. i'm so happy to know you, and i hope to spend another wonderful year in your company. you're so dear to me, — i hope you know that.

the gentle summer breeze, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, the sound of the waves in your ears.. all this seemed to come from a distant memory, when you were actually living it. watching the horizon with faraway eyes, you were thinking deeply about everything that happened here last summer. you remembered very clearly the bursts of laughter, the sound of liquor bottles slamming together.. and the sound of his voice. you remember his delicate hands, his radiant smile and his sun-kissed face. he was everything that made your summer a success : at first, you weren't too thrilled with your parents' decision, to spend the summer in a remote little village on the edge of the ocean.

but let's just say you quickly changed your mind..

staring at the waves beaching right in front of you, a peaceful smile on your lips, your fingers skimmed the water as you recalled the events of last year. as soon as you got out of the car, you left your luggage behind and headed to the sea, the cries of your parents at your back. you weren't paying attention, to anything — which led to your fatal fall. dead of shame and refusing to face your tragic fate, inwardly raging about how much you hated your parents ( just because they decided to come here ) you didn't dare raise your head a millimetre, only to hear an amused voice in front of you.

« can i help you? »

if his voice had a taste, it would probably be honey-flavored. you could have drowned in his words, it's as if a few syllables were enough to make you fall under his spell. raising your face slowly, the sun behind him obstructed your view — but you could see the beauty of his smile. hesitantly, you grasped his outstretched hand as he helped you to your feet, before he pretends to dust off your sand-covered clothes.

« are you alright? » he asked, and suddenly the words stuck in your throat. you couldn't speak, far too lost in the beauty of his hazel irises — how could a guy be so handsome? a crystalline laugh left his lips as he gently tugged on your handle to pull you towards the ocean, leaving you to face the sunset of your life.

« oh my god.. » you whispered, almost inaudibly. but the boy heard you and turned on his heels to face you again. « oh so you can speak ! » — feeling shame creep into your ears, you nodded apologetically, preferring to focus on the beauty of the landscape. you spent a few long minutes chatting with him, in front of the magnificent sun beating down on your skin.

and you could feel that maybe this summer wasn't going to be so bad after all.

just as you were about to leave, waving as you walked away, his voice caught your attention again.

« i'm yeonjun, by the way ! »

and this yeonjun gave you the most memorable and unforgettable summer of your life by becoming your first love.

but as all good things must come to an end, your sunny love story has given way to autumn in your heart — leaving your beloved beach for the buildings of your working life. obviously, you both tried so hard to make this long-distance love last, but little by little, day by day, the messages exchanged stopped, giving way to the emptiness of an icy winter.

you didn't realize that tears were running down your cheeks until a finger chased them away.

« are you alright? »

you knew that voice — that sweet way of talking. it was like caressing a memory and having my head filled with flashbacks, and when your eyes fell on his sunlit face, you thought you were swimming in a dream. « yeonjun? » you said softly, in an uncontrolled whisper that made him smile. the boy sat beside you, staring out at the ocean like the day you met, and you could see that he hadn't changed a bit. he was still handsome and warm.

« i knew i'd find you here. » your heart skipped a beat, because deep down you knew you'd come back here in the hope of seeing him again. resting your chin against your knee, you turned your gaze to face the waves once again, avoiding his gaze that burned your skin. « i'm happy to see you.. » he finally declared, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. out of the corner of your eye, you met his gaze : full of sincerity, with a sliver of sunlight in his pupil. it was so pretty, so electrifying, so captivating. and you couldn't lie about missing him terribly.

come to think of it, the end of your relationship was only the fault of the change of season. the hot summer made it evolve, he made it move with the waves and the white sand. autumn slowed it down, it dropped it like leaves from a tree. when winter came, it froze it in time — froze your feelings, your heart welcoming a sweet freshness. then spring brought new feelings, nostalgia has blossomed in you like cherry blossoms on trees.

the seasons have influenced your relationship, and now that summer's back, maybe it's time to give the sun a second chance to rekindle the flame of your love.

finally turning towards him, a smile on your lips, you offered him your hand.

« hey, i'm y/n. what if we spent another summer loving each other? »

the boy in front of you seemed amused by your words, smiling broadly at your behavior. then he moved his hand away from the sand, letting the sun shine on his skin and his smile, before he slips his hand into yours.

« nice to meet you y/n, i'm yeonjun. and i'd love to be your summer love. »

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