tyunderella

[tyunderella]

do you write sub txt???

yes!! i have no problem with writing sub txt so feel free to send asks like that, i posted what i won't write about here so check it if you're interested :3

[tyunderella]

Love your taehyun x ready FIC❤️❤️✨✨

Can I be added to your tag list, for anything you upload? If you have one.

(I’m new to tumbler. Did I ask right?)

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thank you so much love, i'm so glad that you enjoyed reading it and think that i'm a amazing writer!! and i dont have a taglist yet, maybe i will make a one when i have a little more followers? @_@ but i will definitely tag you in my fics when i post them, no problem with that 💜 and dw you asked right i understood the question ^^

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professor choi

🎧 choi yeonjun x fem!afab!reader, mdni!

🎧 warnings: smut, college professor!yeonjun, student! reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, both reader and yeonjun are adults in their 20's!!, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public (?), marking (hickeys, f. and m. receiving), praise (f. receiving), petnames (princess, good girl), slight tit play (mentioned maybe once), multiple orgasms (f.), lmk if you find something that i should add here!

🎧 a/n: made in light mode, the banner might look silly on dark mode >.< it's my second work, i wanted it to be longer but i gave up.. @_@ thanks to my mooties who helped me with their kind words.. :3 kisses for you guys fr! also i posted it very late but i'm lowkey in the middle of some crazy shit going in my life lol but the fic is finally out 🙏🏻

the lecture hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students settling in before class. you slid into your usual spot—second row, slightly off to the side. it was close enough to see the board clearly but not so close that you felt exposed. the thick notebook on your desk was already opened to a fresh page, a highlighter neatly tucked into the coil, but your grip on your pen was loose. history wasn’t exactly your strong suit.

and professor choi yeonjun didn’t make it any easier to concentrate.

as always, yeonjun strode into the room, a cup of coffee in one hand, a laptop in the other. he was dressed pretty casually today, a plain white t-shirt tucked into his slacks, short sleeves showing off his arms. the room seemed to straighten up a little in his presence—well, at least most of it.

"alright, alright, let’s quiet down." he called out, his deep voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. his smile was easy, charming, and just mischievous enough to make you wonder what kind of trouble he’d been up to before walking in.

your eyes flicked down to your notebook, hoping to avoid direct eye contact.

"well, hello princess.” he greeted as he passed by your seat, his tone teasing and soft, low enough that only you could hear.

your cheeks warmed at his words. he started calling you that a few weeks ago when he saw your friends put on a paper crown on your head. it wasn’t mean-spirited, but it stuck—every now and then, he’d throw it into his comments when addressing you. it made you feel seen and embarrassed all at once.

today, you didn’t respond, just tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and pretended to focus on the slides he was pulling up on the projector.

"alright, let’s get serious for a second.” yeonjun said as he perched on the edge of his desk, crossing his legs casually. "today’s the big day. history 101 midterm. you’ve been preparing for this, right?"

a wave of groans rippled through the class.

yeonjun laughed, running a hand through his hair. "come on, don’t sound so defeated! this is your chance to shine." his eyes flicked to you briefly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "even my princess might surprise me."

you rolled your eyes internally but smiled faintly.

the test wasn’t as bad as you’d feared—but it wasn’t great either. some questions were straightforward, while others had you chewing the end of your pen in frustration. by the time you handed it in, you knew you’d probably passed… barely.

a few days later, yeonjun was standing at the front of the room, flipping through the graded exams as students filed in. his denim button-up shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his jeans on the baggier side, his more classy outfit. he wore his confidence like a second skin.

"morning.” he greeted. "if i look tired, it’s because i spent all night grading your tests. you’re welcome."

a wave of chuckles rippled through the room, but your stomach twisted a little. you weren’t dreading your score, but you weren’t looking forward to it either.

he started calling out names, handing back papers with comments scribbled in the margins. when he got to you, his expression softened slightly. he walked over to your desk and placed the test face-down in front of you.

"princess..” he murmured, leaning down just enough that his words reached your ear. "we need to talk after class."

your pulse quickened.

the lecture dragged on for what felt like hours, though you knew it was your nerves. when the last student left, you stayed seated, pretending to pack up your things as yeonjun locked the classroom door.

"alright, let’s see what’s going on.” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of yours.

he gestured for you to pass him your test. you slid it over, avoiding his gaze.

"you’re not bad at history." he said after a moment, his tone thoughtful. "you’ve got potential. but it feels like you’re holding back."

"i’m not good at memorizing dates and stuff..” you admitted, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"history isn’t just about dates.” he replied, leaning forward. his cologne—something woodsy and clean—reached you, making it harder to think. "it’s about stories. people. perspectives. you’re good at writing, but your answers lack confidence. why’s that?"

"i don’t know.." you muttered, shrugging.

he sighed, tapping the test against his knee. "you’re not going to get better if you don’t try, princess. you’re too quiet, too passive. i know there’s more to you than this."

something in his tone made you glance up. his eyes were locked on yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

"you just… disappear in class." he said, almost to himself.

you swallowed hard.

"i want to help you.” yeonjun continued, his voice softer now. he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "but you’ve got to meet me halfway."

"i’ll try." you said, though it sounded weak even to your own ears.

yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head. "there’s that mindset again. don’t just try—do it."

his gaze dipped briefly, flicking over you like he was noticing something for the first time. you’d worn a simple dress today, nothing fancy, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your shoulder sent a ripple of warmth through you.

"is that understood?" he asked, but there was an edge to his voice now—something heavier, more deliberate.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you clear your throat softly, refusing to look into his eyes.

"good.” he said, but he didn’t move. neither did you.

the silence stretched, thick and charged. when he finally spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher.

"you’re distracting." he said bluntly, his eyes meeting yours again.

your breath hitched. "what?"

"you heard me.” he murmured, a small, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

before you could process what was happening, he leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"you’re not embarassed, are you?" he whispered.

his face was so close now that you could see the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly as if he was debating his next move. and then he made it.

he kissed you.

it was slow at first, almost hesitant, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. but when you didn’t, it deepened, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. his lips were soft but insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin.

you didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but they found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to ground yourself.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"princess..” he murmured, his voice rough. "you’re full of surprises."

you were as shocked as he was.

you sat frozen in your chair, lips tingling from the kiss, unsure of what to do or say. yeonjun's forehead still rested against yours, and his hand remained at the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your skin lightly.

"i shouldn't have done that.." he whispered, though there was no regret in his voice-only a quiet conflict. his eyes flickered to yours, searching for a reaction.

your heart pounded as you shook your head slightly. "i... i didn't mind."

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "no?"

you bit your lip and shook your head again.

he sighed, leaning back slightly, but the space between you felt electric, like a taut string that could snap at any moment. his fingers reluctantly slid from your neck, but his eyes didn't leave yours.

"this is dangerous." he said, his voice soft but steady. "you know that, right?”

you nodded, your throat dry.

he laughed quietly, running a hand through his hair, which had become slightly disheveled from the intensity of the moment. "but god, you make it hard to care about the rules."

the warmth in your cheeks spread to your neck. you felt equal parts flattered and nervous, unsure how to navigate this sudden shift in dynamic.

"are you... mad at me?" you asked timidly, breaking the silence.

"mad at you?" his brows lifted in surprise, and then he shook his head, a grin softening his expression. "no, princess, i'm not mad at you. if anything, i'm slightly frustrated with myself."

"why?"

his grin faded slightly, replaced by a look of longing that made your breath catch. "because i can't seem to keep my distance. and i know i should.”

the next few days were surreal. every time you stepped into the lecture hall, your heart would race, and you couldn't help but glance at yeonjun. he was professional, as always, but his eyes seemed to find yours more often, lingering just a moment longer than they should.

the morning of today’s lecture was the same as any other-or so you thought. your alarm blared at its usual obnoxious volume, pulling you from the comfort of sleep. you groan, dragging yourself out of bed and straight into your routine.

the sunlight streaming through your window felt almost too bright, making you squint as you shuffled to the bathroom. today was a history day -a fact that usually filled you with mild dread, but recently, it left you feeling... something else. something you didn't want to name.

"come on.." you mutter to yourself as you rummage through your closet, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans. then you hesitate.

instead, you reach for a fitted black top and a skirt you haven’t worn in a while. it wasn't overly revealing, but it felt a bit more put-together than your usual outfit. you brush your hair with more care than usual, adding an even bigger touch of make-up than you usually do before grabbing your bag.

you tell yourself it was just because you felt like putting in effort today- not because of him..

the campus was alive with its usual hum of activity as you make your way to the lecture hall. students clustered in groups outside, laughing, talking, sipping on overpriced coffee.

you walk briskly, clutching your bag strap tighter than necessary. there was an odd fluttering in your chest that you try to ignore.

you arrive a little early, as always, sitting down in your seat.

the lecture hall filled quickly, and soon the low hum of chatter surrounded you. you glance up from your notebook when the door opened, and there he was.

choi yeonjun.

as usual, he strodes in with a confident ease that draws everyone's attention. his fitted blazer only emphasizes his lean frame, and the way he carries himself makes him seem taller than he already is. his hair is slightly mussed, like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, but it only added to his charm.

"morning, everyone.” he greets, his voice smooth and warm as always. "i hope you're ready to dive into some revolutionary chaos.”

you scribble notes as he speaks, but it was hard to focus entirely on the content. your attention keeps drifting to the way he moves, the way he gestures with his hands as he explains concepts, the way his lips curl when he makes a joke.

"okay, let's make this a conversation.” he says, leaning casually against the desk at the front of the room. "what do you think drove the french revolution-economic desperation or political ideology?"

the question hungs in the air, and several hands shot up. you keep your gaze on your notebook, hoping he wouldn't call on you.

but you feel his eyes on you before you hear him speak.

"princess.” he says, a playful lilt in his voice. "let's hear your take."

a few chuckles ripple through the room, and your cheeks burn. you look up to find him watching you with that familiar teasing smirk, his head tilted slightly.

“i, uh..." you fumble for words, the weight of everyone's attention making your throat dry. "i think it was both."

”both?" he prompted, his smirk softening into a curious smile.

you nod, finding a bit more confidence as you go on. "people were starving, so economic desperation pushed them to act. but... without the ideas of liberty and equality, they wouldn't have had a vision to rally behind. so, i think the ideology made it bigger than just survival."

the room gets quiet for a bit, and you wonder if you said something stupid. but then yeonjun grins, his eyes lighting up with approval.

"exactly.” he says, his tone warm and encouraging. "ideology gave them hope. well said, princess."

the pride in his voice sends a flutter through your chest.

the rest of the lecture passed in a blur. you answered another question later-something you almost never did-and while your classmates didn't seem to notice anything unusual, you felt a strange energy lingering between you and yeonjun.

as the class fills out, you gather your things slowly, trying to appear casual even though your pulse was racing.

"princess.” yeonjun calls, his voice cutting through the chatter. "can you stay back for a moment again?"

your heart thuds in your chest as you nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

the memories of what happened last time when you stayed after the class flood your mind.

yeonjun leans against his desk, arms crossed as he watches you approach. his expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made him look different.

"you were good today.” he points out, his voice quieter than usual.

"thanks..” you murmur, glancing down at your shoes.

"no, really." he insisted, stepping closer. "i knew you had it in you.”

the way he said it- so soft, so sincere- made your cheeks warm. you look up at him, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there makes your breath hitch.

"you're different today.” he says after a moment, almost to himself.

"different how?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. is he talking about your clothes? was your highlighter too visible?

he tilts his head, studying you. "you're more confident. bold, even."

you open your mouth to respond, but the words get caught in your throat as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"you look really great, you know?" he whispers, his voice low and rough.

your heart pounds as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm. the touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"yeonjun-"

he silences you with a kiss. again. just like he did before.

his lips are soft, warm, and the feel of them against yours sends a thrill down your spine. again.

when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek. your bag slips down from your shoulder, landing on the floor with a soft thud, but you barely notice.

you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his chest. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

"god..” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough. "i shouldn't be doing this."

"but you shouldn't stop either." you whisper, surprising yourself with the boldness of your own words.

a low groan escapes him, and his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. he kisses you harder, more desperate now, and you respond with equal fervor.

your fingers tangle in his hair, and his grip on your waist tighten as if he couldn't bear to let go. his lips leave yours briefly, trailing down your jawline to your neck, and a soft gasp escapes you before you could stop it.

"you’re too hot for your own good..” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with both frustration and longing.

”yeonjun..."

he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. his hands are still on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

"do you want to continue?” he asks, his breathing heavy as he looks at you through lust filled eyes.

your eyes widen slightly but you quickly nod, not showing even a hint of hesitance. you quickly pull him closer, connecting your lips again.

he slowly pulls you up, leading you to his desk, making your back touch the cold wood. he wraps his arms around your waist like you might disappear if he stops, his breathing getting heavier.

you don’t hesitate to pull him as close as you can, letting his body heat embrace you. you would be lying if you said that the pool of arousal in your panties wasn't increasing.

his lips are soft, exactly just like you imagined them to be.

you move your hands up his chest, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. he slightly pulls back, his lips not daring to leave yours but allowing you to take off his shirt.

you don't hesitate to show how much you want it, not wasting a second as you pop off all the buttons, but you let his shirt stay on his broad shoulders.

his hands move up to your thighs, caressing the soft and smooth skin as he lets his hands wanded up your inner thighs.

the touch starts slow and maybe even has a hint of teasing in it as you gasp against his mouth, a small string of saliva connecting yours and yeonjun's lips ad you slowly pull away to catch your breath.

he just smirks at you, his fingers finding the lace of your panties as his thumb slowly rubs your clit, making your breath hitch.

"m-more, please.." you whisper quietly, the fact that you're still in class making your urge to moan like a bitch and jump on him lower.

yeonjun's darkened eyes look at yours, slowly pulling the material that covers the place where you need him the most.

you bite your lips, looking at him with huge and pleading eyes, trying to hold back the little moans that escape your mouth.

"you can be quiet for me, right?" his voice is low and deep, making you whine and nod dumbly in response, mind already hazy. "good girl.."

he rubs your folds with his middle finger, collecting your arousal as he makes sure that you're ready and relaxed enough for him. he slowly pushes his finger inside you, your walls clenching around him.

"o-oh fuck, yeonjun..!" you moan quietly, looking up at the ceiling as you pray that no one walks in. he starts moving his finger in and out, enjoying your reactions.

he pushes a second finger in, curling them as he watches your expressions, looking for any discomfort but he only finds pure pleasure- your brows furrow and your mouth opens in an 'o' shape.

"f-feels so good.. f-faster..!" you're almost panting, slightly embarassed by how fast you're getting worked up, but the feeling of his talented moves makes it quickly disappear. he hums at your request, his long fingers finding your g-spot with ease.

your whimpers get more frequent, your hands grasping on his arm for some kind of support, thighs almost closing around his hand. he's quick to spread them widely and rub your clit with his thumb in circles.

"are you close, princess? wanna cum around my fingers?" he moves closer and whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you mewl out something incoherent in response, his free hand covering your mouth to silence your moans.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, walls clenching around his fingers like a vice as your hips buck up to meet his movements, gripping his arms and creaming all over yeonjun's fingers.

he lets out a groan of approval, slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. he moves his hand from your mouth, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him. he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking up your release, eyes closing at the taste- he finds it divine.

he looks into your eyes as he slowly lowers his head down to your pussy, licking a stripe down all the way to your spent hole. he puts your legs over his shoulders, starting to devour you.

you let out a surprised moan, feeling slightly overstimulated. you don't stop him, your previous climax making you feel even more pleasure as you put your hand in his hair.

the wet sounds of slurping, moaning and panting fill the room as yeonjun treats you like his last meal. his tongue finds your hole, teasing it for a few seconds before spitting on your folds.

your hands grip his hair, maybe almost painfully, but it seems to spur him on even more, basically making out with your pussy at this point. you sob out, your eyes filling with tears of pleasure.

"i-i'm so close, s-so fucking close..! d-don't stop, please..!" he holds himself back from pulling his pants down and pounding you right now at the sound of your high pitched voice. he makes sure to do his best, and the last lick on your clit is what breaks you.

your creamy release gushes out of you again with a silent scream of his name as you start to squirm, thighs slightly shaking with your back arching and eyes closed. you feel him lick it up and you wail quietly, pulling his head up by using your hand that holds his hair and he just smiles softly.

"are you fine? let me wait a moment for you to calm down, hmm?" you don't let his words stay in your mind for long as you look him up and down. his lips are dripping with your juices, his hair messed up. you reach your hand to his crotch, feeling his dick twitch under his pants as you quickly take his belt off.

"so needy.." he chuckles at your eagerness, pulling his pants and boxers down low enough to free his erection that slaps against his abs. you lick your lips at the sight, immediately wrapping your hand around him.

yeonjun lets out a low groan, his eyes closing for a few seconds as he runs a hand through his hair. he slowly pulls your hand away, intertwining your hands together as he positions himself in front of your entrance. he starts to get impatient too, already extremely worked up. "can i?"

"d-don't be a tease and just do it.. i-i waited for it to happen for so long.." you try to move your hips and do the work on your own but he stops you, gripping your hips so they stay in their place. he slowly pushes the tip in, being the one to have his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

the feeling of you warm and tight walls feels even better than he could imagine, the feeling making him realize that he might have to hold himself from finishing way too quickly.

"yeah, did you? was my princess t-thinking about me..? how cute, i thought about you t-too.. dreamed about this little pussy every n-night.." he tries to control his voice, pushing himself in inch by inch, making sure to not hurt you. your hands wander around his body as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

you connect your lips together, letting your moans get muffled against his mouth. you tap his collarbone as a sign for him to start moving and he immediately gets the hint, starting with a slow pace.

his thrusts get more fast and hard with each move, the wet sounds of your arousal and lips smashing together fill his ears, making him grip your hips tighter.

you feel so full, and you swear that if you pulled away from his lips and looked down you would see the bulge in your tummy. you don't want to pull away from his lips, they feel so soft and sweet against you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, his hips rolling ata. fast pace, the rhythm making the two of you quickly reach your climax, sweaty bodies connected together. he slowly pulls away, whispering in your ear. "do you want your little pussy to get filled with my cum, princess..?"

you don't even give him a proper response and just moan and nod, brain turning into mush, the only thought you can form is how good you feel. you feel his hand reach up to your tit, squeezing softly as you reach your peak.

"f-fuck, fuck, fuck, princess..!" he lets out a breathy moan as he spurts inside you, moving his hips until he feels your mixed releases run down your thighs and drip down on the desk. it probably gets on some documents but he doesn't care, slowly pulling out.

you let out a small whimper at the sudden emptiness, the air around you is warm and thick. you look up at him, hazy eyes reaching his as he looks so good, you think that you could eat him alive if you could.

he reaches for a tissue, cleaning up the two of you with a soft expression as he presses a kiss to your stomach.

and you have no idea how it will change your relationship, but you're sure of the fact that it's not the last time something like that happened between the two of you.

🎧 @beomiracles @biteyoubiteme @tubasmiracle @choikanghuening <333

[tyunderella]

i believe the release of taylor swift’s “shake it off” should have been considered an act of terror

[tyunderella]

professor choi

🎧 choi yeonjun x fem!afab!reader, mdni!

🎧 warnings: smut, college professor!yeonjun, student! reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, both reader and yeonjun are adults in their 20's!!, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public (?), marking (hickeys, f. and m. receiving), praise (f. receiving), petnames (princess, good girl), slight tit play (mentioned maybe once), multiple orgasms (f.), lmk if you find something that i should add here!

🎧 a/n: comments and opinions are very appreciated, don't be shy :3 made in light mode, the banner might look silly on dark mode >.< it's my second work, i wanted it to be longer but i gave up.. @_@ thanks to my mooties who helped me with their kind words.. :3 kisses for you guys fr! also i posted it very late lol but the fic is finally out aaah kinda proud 🙏🏻

the lecture hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students settling in before class. you slid into your usual spot—second row, slightly off to the side. it was close enough to see the board clearly but not so close that you felt exposed. the thick notebook on your desk was already opened to a fresh page, a highlighter neatly tucked into the coil, but your grip on your pen was loose. history wasn’t exactly your strong suit.

and professor choi yeonjun didn’t make it any easier to concentrate.

as always, yeonjun strode into the room, a cup of coffee in one hand, a laptop in the other. he was dressed pretty casually today, a plain white t-shirt tucked into his slacks, short sleeves showing off his arms. the room seemed to straighten up a little in his presence—well, at least most of it.

"alright, alright, let’s quiet down." he called out, his deep voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. his smile was easy, charming, and just mischievous enough to make you wonder what kind of trouble he’d been up to before walking in.

your eyes flicked down to your notebook, hoping to avoid direct eye contact.

"well, hello princess.” he greeted as he passed by your seat, his tone teasing and soft, low enough that only you could hear.

your cheeks warmed at his words. he started calling you that a few weeks ago when he saw your friends put on a paper crown on your head. it wasn’t mean-spirited, but it stuck—every now and then, he’d throw it into his comments when addressing you. it made you feel seen and embarrassed all at once.

today, you didn’t respond, just tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and pretended to focus on the slides he was pulling up on the projector.

"alright, let’s get serious for a second.” yeonjun said as he perched on the edge of his desk, crossing his legs casually. "today’s the big day. history 101 midterm. you’ve been preparing for this, right?"

a wave of groans rippled through the class.

yeonjun laughed, running a hand through his hair. "come on, don’t sound so defeated! this is your chance to shine." his eyes flicked to you briefly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "even my princess might surprise me."

you rolled your eyes internally but smiled faintly.

the test wasn’t as bad as you’d feared—but it wasn’t great either. some questions were straightforward, while others had you chewing the end of your pen in frustration. by the time you handed it in, you knew you’d probably passed… barely.

a few days later, yeonjun was standing at the front of the room, flipping through the graded exams as students filed in. his denim button-up shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his jeans on the baggier side, his more classy outfit. he wore his confidence like a second skin.

"morning.” he greeted. "if i look tired, it’s because i spent all night grading your tests. you’re welcome."

a wave of chuckles rippled through the room, but your stomach twisted a little. you weren’t dreading your score, but you weren’t looking forward to it either.

he started calling out names, handing back papers with comments scribbled in the margins. when he got to you, his expression softened slightly. he walked over to your desk and placed the test face-down in front of you.

"princess..” he murmured, leaning down just enough that his words reached your ear. "we need to talk after class."

your pulse quickened.

the lecture dragged on for what felt like hours, though you knew it was your nerves. when the last student left, you stayed seated, pretending to pack up your things as yeonjun locked the classroom door.

"alright, let’s see what’s going on.” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of yours.

he gestured for you to pass him your test. you slid it over, avoiding his gaze.

"you’re not bad at history." he said after a moment, his tone thoughtful. "you’ve got potential. but it feels like you’re holding back."

"i’m not good at memorizing dates and stuff..” you admitted, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

"history isn’t just about dates.” he replied, leaning forward. his cologne—something woodsy and clean—reached you, making it harder to think. "it’s about stories. people. perspectives. you’re good at writing, but your answers lack confidence. why’s that?"

"i don’t know.." you muttered, shrugging.

he sighed, tapping the test against his knee. "you’re not going to get better if you don’t try, princess. you’re too quiet, too passive. i know there’s more to you than this."

something in his tone made you glance up. his eyes were locked on yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

"you just… disappear in class." he said, almost to himself.

you swallowed hard.

"i want to help you.” yeonjun continued, his voice softer now. he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "but you’ve got to meet me halfway."

"i’ll try." you said, though it sounded weak even to your own ears.

yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head. "there’s that mindset again. don’t just try—do it."

his gaze dipped briefly, flicking over you like he was noticing something for the first time. you’d worn a simple dress today, nothing fancy, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your shoulder sent a ripple of warmth through you.

"is that understood?" he asked, but there was an edge to his voice now—something heavier, more deliberate.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you clear your throat softly, refusing to look into his eyes.

"good.” he said, but he didn’t move. neither did you.

the silence stretched, thick and charged. when he finally spoke again, his voice was lower, rougher.

"you’re distracting." he said bluntly, his eyes meeting yours again.

your breath hitched. "what?"

"you heard me.” he murmured, a small, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

before you could process what was happening, he leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

"you’re not embarassed, are you?" he whispered.

his face was so close now that you could see the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly as if he was debating his next move. and then he made it.

he kissed you.

it was slow at first, almost hesitant, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. but when you didn’t, it deepened, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. his lips were soft but insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin.

you didn’t know where to put your hands at first, but they found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if to ground yourself.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"princess..” he murmured, his voice rough. "you’re full of surprises."

you were as shocked as he was.

you sat frozen in your chair, lips tingling from the kiss, unsure of what to do or say. yeonjun's forehead still rested against yours, and his hand remained at the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your skin lightly.

"i shouldn't have done that.." he whispered, though there was no regret in his voice-only a quiet conflict. his eyes flickered to yours, searching for a reaction.

your heart pounded as you shook your head slightly. "i... i didn't mind."

a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "no?"

you bit your lip and shook your head again.

he sighed, leaning back slightly, but the space between you felt electric, like a taut string that could snap at any moment. his fingers reluctantly slid from your neck, but his eyes didn't leave yours.

"this is dangerous." he said, his voice soft but steady. "you know that, right?”

you nodded, your throat dry.

he laughed quietly, running a hand through his hair, which had become slightly disheveled from the intensity of the moment. "but god, you make it hard to care about the rules."

the warmth in your cheeks spread to your neck. you felt equal parts flattered and nervous, unsure how to navigate this sudden shift in dynamic.

"are you... mad at me?" you asked timidly, breaking the silence.

"mad at you?" his brows lifted in surprise, and then he shook his head, a grin softening his expression. "no, princess, i'm not mad at you. if anything, i'm slightly frustrated with myself."

"why?"

his grin faded slightly, replaced by a look of longing that made your breath catch. "because i can't seem to keep my distance. and i know i should.”

the next few days were surreal. every time you stepped into the lecture hall, your heart would race, and you couldn't help but glance at yeonjun. he was professional, as always, but his eyes seemed to find yours more often, lingering just a moment longer than they should.

the morning of today’s lecture was the same as any other-or so you thought. your alarm blared at its usual obnoxious volume, pulling you from the comfort of sleep. you groan, dragging yourself out of bed and straight into your routine.

the sunlight streaming through your window felt almost too bright, making you squint as you shuffled to the bathroom. today was a history day -a fact that usually filled you with mild dread, but recently, it left you feeling... something else. something you didn't want to name.

"come on.." you mutter to yourself as you rummage through your closet, pulling out a sweater and a pair of jeans. then you hesitate.

instead, you reach for a fitted black top and a skirt you haven’t worn in a while. it wasn't overly revealing, but it felt a bit more put-together than your usual outfit. you brush your hair with more care than usual, adding an even bigger touch of make-up than you usually do before grabbing your bag.

you tell yourself it was just because you felt like putting in effort today- not because of him..

the campus was alive with its usual hum of activity as you make your way to the lecture hall. students clustered in groups outside, laughing, talking, sipping on overpriced coffee.

you walk briskly, clutching your bag strap tighter than necessary. there was an odd fluttering in your chest that you try to ignore.

you arrive a little early, as always, sitting down in your seat.

the lecture hall filled quickly, and soon the low hum of chatter surrounded you. you glance up from your notebook when the door opened, and there he was.

choi yeonjun.

as usual, he strodes in with a confident ease that draws everyone's attention. his fitted blazer only emphasizes his lean frame, and the way he carries himself makes him seem taller than he already is. his hair is slightly mussed, like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, but it only added to his charm.

"morning, everyone.” he greets, his voice smooth and warm as always. "i hope you're ready to dive into some revolutionary chaos.”

you scribble notes as he speaks, but it was hard to focus entirely on the content. your attention keeps drifting to the way he moves, the way he gestures with his hands as he explains concepts, the way his lips curl when he makes a joke.

"okay, let's make this a conversation.��� he says, leaning casually against the desk at the front of the room. "what do you think drove the french revolution-economic desperation or political ideology?"

the question hungs in the air, and several hands shot up. you keep your gaze on your notebook, hoping he wouldn't call on you.

but you feel his eyes on you before you hear him speak.

"princess.” he says, a playful lilt in his voice. "let's hear your take."

a few chuckles ripple through the room, and your cheeks burn. you look up to find him watching you with that familiar teasing smirk, his head tilted slightly.

“i, uh..." you fumble for words, the weight of everyone's attention making your throat dry. "i think it was both."

”both?" he prompted, his smirk softening into a curious smile.

you nod, finding a bit more confidence as you go on. "people were starving, so economic desperation pushed them to act. but... without the ideas of liberty and equality, they wouldn't have had a vision to rally behind. so, i think the ideology made it bigger than just survival."

the room gets quiet for a bit, and you wonder if you said something stupid. but then yeonjun grins, his eyes lighting up with approval.

"exactly.” he says, his tone warm and encouraging. "ideology gave them hope. well said, princess."

the pride in his voice sends a flutter through your chest.

the rest of the lecture passed in a blur. you answered another question later-something you almost never did-and while your classmates didn't seem to notice anything unusual, you felt a strange energy lingering between you and yeonjun.

as the class fills out, you gather your things slowly, trying to appear casual even though your pulse was racing.

"princess.” yeonjun calls, his voice cutting through the chatter. "can you stay back for a moment again?"

your heart thuds in your chest as you nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

the memories of what happened last time when you stayed after the class flood your mind.

yeonjun leans against his desk, arms crossed as he watches you approach. his expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made him look different.

"you were good today.” he points out, his voice quieter than usual.

"thanks..” you murmur, glancing down at your shoes.

"no, really." he insisted, stepping closer. "i knew you had it in you.”

the way he said it- so soft, so sincere- made your cheeks warm. you look up at him, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there makes your breath hitch.

"you're different today.” he says after a moment, almost to himself.

"different how?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. is he talking about your clothes? was your highlighter too visible?

he tilts his head, studying you. "you're more confident. bold, even."

you open your mouth to respond, but the words get caught in your throat as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"you look really great, you know?" he whispers, his voice low and rough.

your heart pounds as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm. the touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

"yeonjun-"

he silences you with a kiss. again. just like he did before.

his lips are soft, warm, and the feel of them against yours sends a thrill down your spine. again.

when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek. your bag slips down from your shoulder, landing on the floor with a soft thud, but you barely notice.

you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his chest. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms, matching the wild rhythm of your own.

"god..” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough. "i shouldn't be doing this."

"but you shouldn't stop either." you whisper, surprising yourself with the boldness of your own words.

a low groan escapes him, and his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. he kisses you harder, more desperate now, and you respond with equal fervor.

your fingers tangle in his hair, and his grip on your waist tighten as if he couldn't bear to let go. his lips leave yours briefly, trailing down your jawline to your neck, and a soft gasp escapes you before you could stop it.

"you’re too hot for your own good..” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with both frustration and longing.

”yeonjun..."

he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. his hands are still on your waist, holding you firmly in place.

"do you want to continue?” he asks, his breathing heavy as he looks at you through lust filled eyes.

your eyes widen slightly but you quickly nod, not showing even a hint of hesitance. you quickly pull him closer, connecting your lips again.

he slowly pulls you up, leading you to his desk, making your back touch the cold wood. he wraps his arms around your waist like you might disappear if he stops, his breathing getting heavier.

you don’t hesitate to pull him as close as you can, letting his body heat embrace you. you would be lying if you said that the pool of arousal in your panties wasn't increasing.

his lips are soft, exactly just like you imagined them to be.

you move your hands up his chest, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. he slightly pulls back, his lips not daring to leave yours but allowing you to take off his shirt.

you don't hesitate to show how much you want it, not wasting a second as you pop off all the buttons, but you let his shirt stay on his broad shoulders.

his hands move up to your thighs, caressing the soft and smooth skin as he lets his hands wanded up your inner thighs.

the touch starts slow and maybe even has a hint of teasing in it as you gasp against his mouth, a small string of saliva connecting yours and yeonjun's lips ad you slowly pull away to catch your breath.

he just smirks at you, his fingers finding the lace of your panties as his thumb slowly rubs your clit, making your breath hitch.

"m-more, please.." you whisper quietly, the fact that you're still in class making your urge to moan like a bitch and jump on him lower.

yeonjun's darkened eyes look at yours, slowly pulling the material that covers the place where you need him the most.

you bite your lips, looking at him with huge and pleading eyes, trying to hold back the little moans that escape your mouth.

"you can be quiet for me, right?" his voice is low and deep, making you whine and nod dumbly in response, mind already hazy. "good girl.."

he rubs your folds with his middle finger, collecting your arousal as he makes sure that you're ready and relaxed enough for him. he slowly pushes his finger inside you, your walls clenching around him.

"o-oh fuck, yeonjun..!" you moan quietly, looking up at the ceiling as you pray that no one walks in. he starts moving his finger in and out, enjoying your reactions.

he pushes a second finger in, curling them as he watches your expressions, looking for any discomfort but he only finds pure pleasure- your brows furrow and your mouth opens in an 'o' shape.

"f-feels so good.. f-faster..!" you're almost panting, slightly embarassed by how fast you're getting worked up, but the feeling of his talented moves makes it quickly disappear. he hums at your request, his long fingers finding your g-spot with ease.

your whimpers get more frequent, your hands grasping on his arm for some kind of support, thighs almost closing around his hand. he's quick to spread them widely and rub your clit with his thumb in circles.

"are you close, princess? wanna cum around my fingers?" he moves closer and whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you mewl out something incoherent in response, his free hand covering your mouth to silence your moans.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, walls clenching around his fingers like a vice as your hips buck up to meet his movements, gripping his arms and creaming all over yeonjun's fingers.

he lets out a groan of approval, slowly pulling out his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. he moves his hand from your mouth, tilting your chin up so you're looking at him. he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking up your release, eyes closing at the taste- he finds it divine.

he looks into your eyes as he slowly lowers his head down to your pussy, licking a stripe down all the way to your spent hole. he puts your legs over his shoulders, starting to devour you.

you let out a surprised moan, feeling slightly overstimulated. you don't stop him, your previous climax making you feel even more pleasure as you put your hand in his hair.

the wet sounds of slurping, moaning and panting fill the room as yeonjun treats you like his last meal. his tongue finds your hole, teasing it for a few seconds before spitting on your folds.

your hands grip his hair, maybe almost painfully, but it seems to spur him on even more, basically making out with your pussy at this point. you sob out, your eyes filling with tears of pleasure.

"i-i'm so close, s-so fucking close..! d-don't stop, please..!" he holds himself back from pulling his pants down and pounding you right now at the sound of your high pitched voice. he makes sure to do his best, and the last lick on your clit is what breaks you.

your creamy release gushes out of you again with a silent scream of his name as you start to squirm, thighs slightly shaking with your back arching and eyes closed. you feel him lick it up and you wail quietly, pulling his head up by using your hand that holds his hair and he just smiles softly.

"are you fine? let me wait a moment for you to calm down, hmm?" you don't let his words stay in your mind for long as you look him up and down. his lips are dripping with your juices, his hair messed up. you reach your hand to his crotch, feeling his dick twitch under his pants as you quickly take his belt off.

"so needy.." he chuckles at your eagerness, pulling his pants and boxers down low enough to free his erection that slaps against his abs. you lick your lips at the sight, immediately wrapping your hand around him.

yeonjun lets out a low groan, his eyes closing for a few seconds as he runs a hand through his hair. he slowly pulls your hand away, intertwining your hands together as he positions himself in front of your entrance. he starts to get impatient too, already extremely worked up. "can i?"

"d-don't be a tease and just do it.. i-i waited for it to happen for so long.." you try to move your hips and do the work on your own but he stops you, gripping your hips so they stay in their place. he slowly pushes the tip in, being the one to have his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

the feeling of you warm and tight walls feels even better than he could imagine, the feeling making him realize that he might have to hold himself from finishing way too quickly.

"yeah, did you? was my princess t-thinking about me..? how cute, i thought about you t-too.. dreamed about this little pussy every n-night.." he tries to control his voice, pushing himself in inch by inch, making sure to not hurt you. your hands wander around his body as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

you connect your lips together, letting your moans get muffled against his mouth. you tap his collarbone as a sign for him to start moving and he immediately gets the hint, starting with a slow pace.

his thrusts get more fast and hard with each move, the wet sounds of your arousal and lips smashing together fill his ears, making him grip your hips tighter.

you feel so full, and you swear that if you pulled away from his lips and looked down you would see the bulge in your tummy. you don't want to pull away from his lips, they feel so soft and sweet against you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, his hips rolling ata. fast pace, the rhythm making the two of you quickly reach your climax, sweaty bodies connected together. he slowly pulls away, whispering in your ear. "do you want your little pussy to get filled with my cum, princess..?"

you don't even give him a proper response and just moan and nod, brain turning into mush, the only thought you can form is how good you feel. you feel his hand reach up to your tit, squeezing softly as you reach your peak.

"f-fuck, fuck, fuck, princess..!" he lets out a breathy moan as he spurts inside you, moving his hips until he feels your mixed releases run down your thighs and drip down on the desk. it probably gets on some documents but he doesn't care, slowly pulling out.

you let out a small whimper at the sudden emptiness, the air around you is warm and thick. you look up at him, hazy eyes reaching his as he looks so good, you think that you could eat him alive if you could.

he reaches for a tissue, cleaning up the two of you with a soft expression as he presses a kiss to your stomach.

and you have no idea how it will change your relationship, but you're sure of the fact that it's not the last time something like that happened between the two of you.

🎧 @beomiracles @biteyoubiteme @tubasmiracle @choikanghuening <333

[tyunderella]

i love kai ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i want a hug from kai ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i want ice cream with kai ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ cuddles with kai ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Ice Cream; Together & Forever

Pairing: Huening Kai x reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly emotional in a sweet way (⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)

Word count: 713

Author's note: I was all giddy and giggly while writing this, it was really really fun! Hope you guys like it too! Imagining Hyuka in this was... WOW, I became all happy while and after writing this, gave me such a serotonin boost (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠), I love old married couples and my parents, they make me so emotional but at the same time so hopeful, like wow, it's such a beautiful thing to be able to grow old together.

The sun's rays fell on the dining table translucently through the curtains, looking so soft and evoking some sort of unknown nostalgia. The kitchen was cleaned, and the house was quiet except for the occasional twinkling of the dreamcatcher from the light summer breeze; it was a calming sight for the eyes to see and ears to hear.

The young couple was lying on top of each other on the couch in the living room, napping quietly after all the work they had to do throughout the week.

Kai woke up slightly, feeling rather refreshed but also ready for some more sleep. He saw Y/N sleeping like a baby with soft breathing, getting a cuteness aggression; he almost…almost pinched her cheeks but had to stop himself; he couldn't let himself disturb his love's midday nap.

He looked around at their home and felt a giddy warmth in his chest. What was he feeling? It must have been a lot of things, but most were "contentment" with the love of his life on him, sleeping quietly; they both were safe and sound. They both were happy and content with each other. What more can anyone ask for, if not the safety and good health of their loved one in all regards? 

Feeling his feelings, he heard the faint horn… of what? Ice cream vendor! becoming clearer, with ice cream advertisements playing on the speaker. He thought of getting both of them some good ice cream and surprising Y/N; she LOVED loved ice cream. He sometimes even wondered who did she love more, ice cream or him; he pushed the silly thoughts away and gently, as if handling a fragile doll, put Y/N on the couch and got out of it. 

He removed the curtains a bit and looked through; the bright light of day made his sleepy eyes close almost in self-defense. He fought through and looked outside again; the ice cream vendor was almost at their place, and he quickly got out of their house, as it was on the ground floor.

He saw the ice cream vendor was already at their complex with children and adults likewise surrounding him for ice cream; he went there too, waiting for his turn. Children were arguing over the flavors while adults were quietly looking at the types and prices, the former having more emphasis. It's summer!

Kai was also looking at the menu when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked behind, and there was Y/N, looking like the most beautiful woman in the world. Their eyes shone so bright looking at each other; they were like a ball of sunshine together. Maybe if you squint your eyes enough, you can see it too.

"Kai, why didn't you tell me you were going to get ice cream?" Y/N inquired, though she knew the reason already.

"Oh, you were sleeping, and I didn't want to disrupt your sleep, also, surprise you with ice cream," Kai said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Aww, how on earth are you so sweet??" Y/N said, "What flavors do we have here?" 

"There are many; I am thinking of getting mint choco," Kai replied, putting his hand up to his chin as if pondering hard about the flavor; Y/N grinned, knowing very well it wasn't the case; mint choco was his favorite. Y/N looked at the menu thoroughly.

"You sure do. I will be getting, ummm… a triple chocolate truffle cone with an ice cream sandwich on the side!" Y/N said excitedly. 

"So is it," Kai said, adorning a sweet smile on his face.

As their turn came, they took their ice creams, and while retreating to their shared apartment, they saw an old couple sharing their ice creams. They looked so sweet and cute together, Y/N was almost brought to tears at the sight, and Kai smiled, adoring them. At the moment, they both had one thought: they wanted this for themselves in the future too, as if the shared telepathy worked.

Kai slid his arm around Y/N's shoulder and sweetly asked, "Love, shall we go to our home?" Y/N nodded, already emotional but excited to share their ice creams and chat about their week together. They aspired to grow together as much as their memories do.

Tag: @tyunderella !!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[tyunderella]

tysm for reblogging <3333 i seriously love my mooties sm... and i kinda loved making the random scenes more detailed (but i ended up rushing the end 😓) so omgmgmmgmg im so glad that someone noticed and liked them 🙏🏻🙏🏻

a warm embrace~

୨ৎ summary : you go for a cute trip to jeju with your boyfriend, and the stay in the hotel is definitely better!

୨ৎ word count: around 3,1k

୨ৎ warnings: smut and some fluff, f!reader, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, whiny and lowkey loud reader, needy sex because they love eachother so much, some praise, slight degradation, petnames and name calling.. (pretty, princess, cockslut), unprotected sex, creampie, i think that's all!

୨ৎ a/n: ummm it's my first fic… i feel like the smut part sucks and it definitely misses something >.< i also think that i repeated lots of words.. i'm half awake.. i promise to do better the next time! feedback is very appreciated! more under cut :)

the soft hum of the car’s engine dies as taehyun pulls into the small gravel parking lot overlooking the beach. his sunglasses slide down slightly on the bridge of his nose as he turns to you with a grin.

“we’re here!" he says, voice brimming with excitement. his eyes sparkle happily as they reach your face. “your first jeju trip with me—isn’t this special?”

you glance out the window, taking in the sight of the crystal-clear ocean stretched out before you, its waves sparkling under the midday sun. the salty sea breeze filters into the car, carrying the promise of a carefree day. smiling, you turn back to him.

“it’s already special because i’m with you.” you say, voice full of teasing but earnest. you look him up and down, eyes full of appreciation.

taehyun chuckles, his dimple deepening. “you’re getting good at sweet-talking me, huh? come on, let’s have some fun.”

you both step out of the car, and the warm sun immediately kisses your skin. taehyun grabs the small picnic bag from the trunk and slings it over his shoulder, his white button-up catching the sunlight. his casual outfit—a loose shirt and black shorts—suits him so perfectly it feels like a fashion designer tailored the look just for him.

he glances back, holding out a hand. he wiggles his fingers in your direction, raising a eyebrow. “ready?”

“ready.” you say, slipping your hand into his as you sigh contently. the feeling of being close to him makes you even more relaxed.

his touch is warm and familiar, and as you walk down the sandy path together, you can’t help but feel like this moment is pulled straight from a dream. the sound of the waves grows louder as the beach comes into view, the golden sand stretching endlessly ahead.

you pause at the edge of the shore, where the sand meets the water, and look up at taehyun. "it's beautiful.." you murmur, your voice almost lost in the gentle roar of the ocean.

taehyun, however, isn’t looking at the water. Instead, his gaze is fixed on you. "it is.” he replies, the words carrying a weight that makes your heart skip a beat.

when you notice his lingering stare, you playfully nudge his shoulder. "are you going to keep staring, or are we going to explore?" you grin a bit, trying not to giggle.

he laughs, the sound light and full of affection as he eyes you up and down, appreciating the way you look in your tank top. "alright, alright. let’s explore."

the two of you wander down the shore, your footprints leaving temporary marks in the soft sand. you stop every now and then to pick up interesting shells, taehyun occasionally tossing one back into the waves when he decides it’s not ‘worthy’ of the collection.

“look at this one!” you say, holding up a shell with intricate pink swirls. your eyes sparkle with excitement, voice soft and quiet. “this has to be the prettiest one yet..”

taehyun leans in to inspect it, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your cheek. “not bad.” he says, grinning. “but i’ve got something prettier.”

you raise an eyebrow, a bit curious to see what he has on his mind. “oh? show me.” you put the shell down, putting your hands on your hips.

instead of picking up another shell, he points at you with a smile, poking your sides, enjoying the adorable giggle you let out. “found it.”

you squirm and try to step away, jokingly rolling your eyes, though your cheeks warm up at his words. “cheesy.”

“honest.” he counters, and the sincerity in his tone makes your heart flutter. he leans in closer, giving you a small peck and ruffling your hair.

the hours slip by as the two of you lose yourselves in the beauty of the beach. you chase each other across the sand, your laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. at one point, taehyun dares you to go into the water despite the chill.

“come on.” he says, already ankle-deep in the waves. he grins and beckons you with his finger to come closer. “it’s not that cold..!”

you cross your arms, skeptical. you're a bit cold now, even in your sweater, how come the water isn't cold? “says the guy who always complains about freezing practice rooms but walks into cold water..”

he smirks, stepping closer. he splashes some water on his face, running a hand through his now-wet hair. “what’s life without a little adventure?”

before you can protest and enjoy the view, he splashes you lightly, the cold droplets making you squeal.

“oh no, you don’t do that to me without any consequence!” you shout, running after him as he quickly tries to run away into deeper water.

the chase turns into a splash war, both of you soaked and breathless by the end of it. when you finally retreat to the shore, taehyun spreads out a blanket from the picnic bag and motions for you to sit.

“truce?” he asks, holding up his hands in mock surrender, enjoying the way your body looks in the soaked clothes as he looks at you again.

“truce.” you agree, laughing as you sit beside him. you rest your head against his shoulder , playing with his hair.

the two of you share snacks from the bag, the sun dipping lower on the horizon as the day stretches into the evening. taehyun feeds you a piece of a tangerine, his eyes crinkling with delight when you nod in approval.

“it’s really sweet!” you say, savoring the flavor of the fresh fruit on your tongue.

“but it's not as tasty as you.” he replies, leaning closer. His tone is light, but there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes that makes your breath hitch and thighs close.

as the sun sets, the sky turns into a masterpiece of colors—fiery oranges blending into soft pinks and purples. taehyun takes out his phone to capture the moment, but instead of focusing on the sunset, he turns the camera toward you.

“hey!” you protest, trying to cover your face. you giggle softly, trying to leave the frame.

“too late!” he says, laughing as he snaps the picture. he looks at the finished product and licks his lips. “you look perfect.”

you pout, though you can’t hide your smile. you try to glance at the picture, cheeks slightly flushed. “you’re impossible..”

“and you’re beautiful.” he says, his voice than softer usual. his words are sincere, just like always, but the scenery makes it way more romantic.

the sincerity in his words makes your chest tighten. you look at him, his face illuminated by the fading sunlight, and wonder how someone could make you feel so special.

when you return to the hotel later that night, the warmth of the day lingers in your heart. taehyun sets the picnic bag aside and stretches, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of toned skin. you try not to stare, but he catches your gaze and smirks.

“like what you see?” he teases, lifting his shirt up so you can see more, flexing his muscles confidently.

“maybe.” you reply, trying to play it cool. you gulp and look down to his abs, feeling your panties slowly dampen.

he laughs, pulling you into a loose hug, patting your butt slowly. “i like what i see too.”

you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. it’s a simple moment, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“let’s just lay down and get comfortable, hmm?” he says after a while.

you nod, and soon the two of you are lounging on the hotel bed. the tv plays a random movie in the background, but neither of you is paying much attention to it.

the dim glow of the bedside lamps casts a soft warmth over the room. his arms encircle you, your head resting on his chest, and the steady rise and fall of his breathing is both comforting and intoxicating. his hand moves absentmindedly, tracing gentle circles on your back, and the sensation sends a subtle shiver through your body.

“are you cold?” he asks, his voice soft and deep, laced with concern. he knows that it might be his touch that made you react like that, but still wants to hear your words.

you shake your head, looking up at him with a small smile, trying to not giggle. “not at all.”

his gaze meets yours, and something in his expression shifts. the playfulness that usually lights his eyes is replaced by something deeper, more intense. his fingers still on your back, and you can feel the weight of the moment settling between you, like a secret only the two of you share.

“good..” he says quietly, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. “because i never want you to feel anything less than perfect when you’re with me.”

the sincerity in his voice makes your breath catch. or maybe it's his touch? you're not sure now.. he leans in slowly, your foreheads touching. when your lips finally meet, it’s like everything else fades away.

the kiss starts soft, his lips moving gently against yours, but it doesn’t take long for the intensity to build. his hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and he responds by rolling slightly onto his side, his body pressing against yours.

you feel the warmth of his palm as it slides down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. his touch is both firm and gentle, as though he’s savoring every second, every inch of you.

when you pull back for air, his forehead rests against yours again, and his breath comes in soft, uneven puffs.

“you’re going to be the death of me..” he murmurs, his voice rough with affection and desire.

you laugh softly, your fingers brushing against his jawline. “i could say the same about you..”

he grins, his dimple appearing for a brief moment before his expression turns serious again. “come here.” he says, pulling you fully into his arms.

you shift so that you’re straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips. his hands settle on your waist, steadying you, and the heat of his touch seeps through the thin fabric of your sweater. his gaze roams your face, as though he’s memorizing every detail.

“you’re so beautiful..” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. he grazes his lips against your jawline.

you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but before you can respond, he pulls you down into another kiss. this one is hungrier, more desperate, as though he’s pouring all of his unspoken feelings into it.

his hands slide up your back, slipping beneath the hem of your sweater to rest against your bare and warm skin. the sensation sends a jolt through you, and he pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for permission. when you nod, his touch becomes bolder, his fingers exploring the curve of your spine.

“mmm, taehyun..” you whisper, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, lightly grinding against him.

he groans softly, the sound low and throaty, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw again, then down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. each kiss feels like a promise, and the warmth of his breath against your skin makes your heart race.

he shifts beneath you, sitting up slightly so that your bodies are pressed even closer together. one of his hands cups the back of your head, guiding you into another searing kiss, while the other rests on your thigh, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

“you have no idea what you do to me..” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with emotion.

the vulnerability and want in his tone makes your chest tighten, and you pull back just enough to look into his eyes. they’re dark and filled with a raw intensity that takes your breath away.

“i think i do.” you say softly, your hands framing his face as you feel his boner press against you. you press down on him, your wet panties brushing against the rough material of his shorts.

his lips curve into a small, almost shy smile, and for a moment, the tension eases. but then his gaze drops to your lips again, and the fire reignites.

the two of you lose yourselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away. his kisses grow deeper, his hands more daring, and every touch feels like a declaration of how much he wants you, how much he cares.

he slowly lifts up your skirt, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit as you moan against his lips, unintentionally moving your hips as he slowly pulls away from the kiss.

“is my princess so needy already, huh? you want me to help you, don't you?” he slowly lifts you up, unbuttoning his shirt in a teasingly slow manner.

you bite your lip and nod, staring intently at his every move. the veins that decorate his hands, the slight silver of his abs make you even needier.

“taehyun, don't tease..!” you whine quietly, eager hands traveling down to his pants as you quickly unbutton them, opening the fly and pulling them down.

he smirks at your actions, taking his shirt off and putting his hands on your hips again, starting to grind you against him. “don't worry, i will help you.. you're so greedy that you couldn't even wait..”

you let out a moan, trying to speed up his movements, the fabric of your thin sweater falling down your shoulder. your soaked panties wet his boxers, making you feel all the veins on his cock as your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense pleasure.

“did i tell you that you can move on your own? don't forget your rules, pretty..” he pulls your panties to the side with his middle finger, rubbing against your wet folds as he slides his boxers down.

you close your eyes, quickly positioning his cock at your entrance, looking into his eyes with a pleading look. “please, can i..?”

he bites his lip, nodding his head. he helps you slide down, his voice croaking when he feels your warm and wet walls swallow him. he pulls up your sweater, hands finding your hardened nipples in seconds.

the feeling makes you whimper softly, starting to slowly bounce up and down, breath hitching with every brush of his tip against your cervix. “a-ah, taehyun..!”

he pinches your right nipple, attaching his lips to the other one as he starts sucking, his own eyes closing. he feels his ego raise up knowing that he is the one to make you so bothered.

you pick up the rate of your movements, breasts bouncing against taehyun's face as you let out a soft moan every second, almost forgetting that you're not alone in this hotel.

his thrusts meet your movements as he pulls his mouth away from your chest, connected to your nipple with his saliva. “fuck, you're making me feel so good..” he lets out a low and breathy moan, pulling your head to him and kissing you.

you feel the knot tighten in your tummy embarrassingly fast, desperate to reach your climax as you kiss him desperately, tongues and teeth clashing together.

you both moan and grunt into eachother’s mouth, taehyun bites down on your bottom lip, enjoying the reaction he gets from you.

if your eyes were open, they would be definitely rolled to the back of your head, your brain turning into mush. all you can focus on is taehyun's fat cock hitting all your sweet spots deliciously.

he pulls away from the kiss, his head thrown back as it hits the headrest. his jaw drops lightly, his mouth open in a ‘o’ shape. “god, i'm so fucking close princess.. think you can take it? me filling you up s-so nicely?”

you nod your head, already dumb on his cock, mouth going dry as you close your eyes, letting out a low cry. “p-please, need it s-so much! g-give it to me, pleasepleaseplease!”

he flips you over suddenly, pounding into you so fast that you might start seeing starts. he nips at your neck, leaving small love bites in his way. “fuck, you're such a dumb cockslut..” your hand tries to reach his and he immediately holds it, connecting your hands. “shhh, yeah, i know, i know..”

you start to squirm under him, glistening out eyes looking up into his own dark ones. you feel more tears well up in your eyes, gripping onto his hand and shoulder as you reach your peak with a loud scream of his name. your shaking legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back.

he grits his teeth, thrusting one more time as his own climax hits him hard, painting your inside white. his shaft throbs inside you breathing heavily and gasping. he stays like that for a few seconds, then starts to slowly move again.

you whine, feeling too sensitive now as your hands reach out to him. you let out a squeal with each thrust, your back arching almost uncomfortably. “n-no, too much tyunnie!”

he chuckles, wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he stops his movements, falling on top of you. “don't worry, i was just teasing you.. you look so pretty now, you know?”

he slowly pulls out, his eyes darken for a second as he looks at the creamy mess gushing out from your hole. he licks his lips, pushing it back inside you with his finger.

you close your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him. he licks his fingers and returns your embrace, closing his eyes.

“baby, i want to sleep now.. goodnight..” you mumble quietly, already starting to doze off. taehyun smiles softly, looking at your peaceful expression.

he waits until you fully fall asleep and gets up, grabbing a wet cloth as he cleans up the two of you, laying down on the bed again. he turns the lights off, relaxing in your comfortable presence.

the night goes on as you two rest mindlessy, not knowing about the noise complains you will receive in the morning from the other residents. but it doesn't care now, as long as taehyun has you wrapped around him and you enjoy his warmth everything is good.

@beomiracles here you gooooo :33

[tyunderella]

he could kill me and i would get up to thank him 🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻and ofc i love all my mooties and their works 😜

bitten

beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis: it’s been a century since the last youve seen him, why come back now?

warnings: 🔞!!! vampire!beomgyu, vampire!reader, mentions of blood, blood drinking, biting, angst, mentions of a break up,mentions of bite mark scars, a bit of soulmate trope, oral (f!rec), no protection,mentions of subspace, creampie, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.8k (now this flung the 2k limit out the window )

an: thank you for the request! I hope that this captured the essence of the request because vamp!gyu was consuming my thoughts after I read those lines. I love vampire fics and im so sad I don't have more on my page already and this was the perfect time to add one. not proofread im so sorry my sweet angel darlings have mercy on me and forgive me of any mistakes found.

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The bar was dark enough to keep the bruised necks and wrists of the occasional lost traveler hidden. Spots of blood dripped onto crisp white shirts scenting the air in coppery sweetness. It was a sickening smell to those who didn't need to feed, the alcohol keeping the rest of the occupants held over enough to ignore the twinge. 

You didn't come to places like this often, the back room filled with half-drunk vampires and humans, desperately grasping at each other as they took from one another. Even the drinks didn't call to you, not when he wasn't standing there behind the bar passing them to you, constantly working his eyes up your body like a desperate plea to have even a taste. He hadn't been turned then, not when you first met. The pull towards you always accounted for the fact you were tainted with blood lust. A moth to a flame, he felt that pull, your hunger enough to send him right into the fire without even glancing at him. 

It wasn't often that a human found themselves offering their bodies up to vampires. Most of them felt the hair rise on the back of their necks, the prickling of fear telling them that whoever was standing just round the corner was a wolf in perfectly tailored sheeps clothing, how tight that human look held onto you after your change. The uncanny glow seeping that poisonous warning off in waves, a trap waiting for the truly reckless to trip. 

The ones who wandered closer instead of away always found themselves in the back of bars like this, bruised and hazy eyed laying in beds done up in silk and candlelight. Beomgyu, although working behind the bar for years knew never to offer himself up to the ones who sunk his stomach, that warning to run ringing in his ears as he slid a drink across the hardwood. But you, the second the door had pushed open and your skin washed in that low down glow, tripped him up; your waiting trap snapping shut around him like a rib cage around fluttering lungs. Even the echo of fading hoof beats on stone sounded so close to the beating of his heart that he couldn't tell the difference between flight and flush. 

But that had been years ago, so many that you couldn't even remember the shade of his irises. You remember they were brown, staring up at ceilings casing empty houses trying and failing to conger up the image. Well over a century's worth of time to hate yourself for forgetting the one thing that drew you in at first glance. But it wasn't as if you didn't try to work your way through the fading memories of him, all flickering by like the passing pages of a notebook you forgot you wrote and held so dearly. All you could see was that empty bed, the sugary taste of his blood still on your tongue, your breast still tender from where he bit you over your heart, so hard the soft outline of his teeth, like a stain you desperately wanted to rid yourself of. 

You had come here, back to this bar only three times after he had left to check in. That night with tears in your eyes, heart crumbling, the second taehyun had confessed that beomgyu was gone, packed up with only a shrugged goodbye. “He said he doesn't know when he will be back,” 

You had waited ten years to return the next time, so little time when you counted decades like snowflakes, not the glass shattering hail you assumed beomgyu would have still thought of as a recently turned fledgling. But no one had seen him, heard from him, hardly even thought of him. But he plagued you, ran around your head until you could taste the blood coming from overworked joints. 

The third time was no better, not when you entered and Taehyun shook his head, apologizing for a friend he wouldn't recognize anymore. 

You had given up, moved away, and swore to never think about beomgyu and his puppy stare. That follow you everywhere look that seeped into your bones and begged you to never turn away from him. Only now you were back, sitting in the far corner you fell in love, sinking into the leather seat wishing you could have that first glance back. 

Taehyun felt pity when he saw you, knew that you had been locked away in some house countries away, only sending in orders for blood long since cold. He poured you a glass, the same drink you asked for with tears in your eyes that first night back alone, chugging so many of them back he's sure your blood tasted of fire, too sour, burning all the way down one's throat. 

“Thank you,” neither of you wanted to bring Beomgyu up but he was the first thing on both of your minds. 

“He hasn't-” 

“I don't care,” you tossed back your drink, the ripples of mixed in blood making your fangs tingle, ready to push through soft gums and piece flesh not yet provided. It's why you came. Tired of the empty flavored pints of blood brought to you by Soobin and his sorry eyes. You hadn't put your mouth on anyone since that night, not even when it felt as if you had been scooped out with a spoon, carved open, and laid bare from hunger. If it wasn't him you would have nobody. 

But that declaration was a century ago, so many cold cups later it was tiring to swallow another. “I want a girl, preferably quiet, business only,” Taehyun nodded to your order, already knowing the best pick. 

“Room 615, she can be brought back in about thirty minutes,” there was no room for judgment, not after the years of working behind this counter, sneaking into those beds just like everyone else had. But he knew what it took from someone who hated to drink from a vein, it's why they had the services, those who couldn't go out and find someone or someones to keep up a constant full belly. 

But human blood wasn't the same as drinking from a vampire, humans went out too quickly, blinking back their faintness, never able to take more than a few deep pulls before they were at capacity. Feeding from vampires was anything but a rush, that first mouthful was a wash of exhilaration. It made one dependent on each other, one taste and it was never the same. Taehyun could tell Beomgyu and you drank from each other. Could see it in the years after, the way you turned your nose up even at the bitter drink in your glass. 

You would never feel full again unless you had him back. 

Thirty minutes was enough time to go home and call soobin for a late night order. But your hunger was clawing up your throat, nails on a chalkboard begging for anything else. Having the time to think, sitting here, filled your mouth with the memory of him. Not just the taste of his blood but the faint drum of his turned heartbeat. You still remember the sound his human heart made. The way it pattered at the sight of you, that irregular beat speeding up every time you sat down in front of him, entered through the cherrywood door. 

How even after you had turned him his heart still acted as if it was tied to your presence, fluttering weakly even if it was all it could muster. 

It was that sound that made you turn, conjured up from memory only now to show up right behind you. Taehyun was frozen, face pale at the sight of his lost friend. He had only seen him once or twice after he had been turned but now he was no half human fledgling. 

Beomgyu and you were caught in a web of your own disastrous weaving, stuck in place witnessing the crumbling of love because seeing him only settled the grievances you held into stone.

He wasn't hollow like you were, empty from the time left alone, the bloodlust having fully settled over his skin making him shine in that uncanny beauty. Everything about his gentle human features has been frozen in place, the warmth in his brown eyes only enhanced in the light. How sickening to have to now face the reality of what you had done to him, what he must have run from once he realized he couldn't truly love the monster who infected him. 

It wasn't the butterflies of newfound love but sickening maggots wriggling in your stomach. You stumbled as you stood, not even worrying about the key taehyun had left for you next to your drink, not even a meal could keep you from running as far as you could. 

It had been too long for him to come back when you had given up on trying to wait for him. How many nights had been spent waiting for this exact moment? Only now for you to run away. How cruel fate could be. 

He was calling your name, that twinge of hurt mixed in with something close to pity, every syllable weaved through with the words, no, don't do this, don't make me feel sorry. Even his voice made you waver, the back and forth shake of your head confusing you as you walked down the wrong hallway. 

Even through the doors, you could smell the blood from the occupants behind them, like overripe fruit left to sit on the counter, nothing smelled the same after one drop from him. And now with Beomgyu right behind you, weak heartbeat still mimicking that first sight, it was impossible not to pinpoint the smell of him. Wrapping around you like fog; a haze you tried desperately to claw your way out of but you knew it was no use. You had never felt so hungry until then, carved clean through with the need. 

“Please, let me explain,” he tried, grasping at straws. He didn't intend to see you first, only planned on catching up with Taehyun and apologizing for leaving him behind without answers. Save this conversation for when he built up the courage. “Please,” 

His fingertips only brushed your arm, the shock of it going right down to your toes. It was instinct to turn and slap his hand away, and even in your exasperated exhale, that first acknowledgment was enough to make Beomgyu weak again, as if he had ever been anything but when attached to you. “What is there to explain? You left, you left me there, alone in our bed,” 

“I-” The words were stuck in his mouth, hanging right at the edge of his tongue and yet all that came up was a frustrated laugh, “well did you miss me?” even just hearing his own words he could tell you would fume. 

“Did I mi- you left me! You fucking left me, if anything now I just hate you,” 

It was so easy to fall back into it with you, as if you had woken up alone a few days ago not centuries, “look what you did to me. What I've become, don't act as if you're so innocent in this, don't blame me for decisions we both made,” 

The words felt like a slap in the face. That night you had turned him so clear in your mind, the way he had begged, the way he had burned. It was one of the hardest things you had ever done, most vampires went their whole lifetime without infecting anyone because of how hard it was to complete and yet you had. 

“I turned you after you asked me. Do you know how much it takes? And then like some love-sick fool, I drank from you and every day I think about how stupid I was to believe you would stay. After I left behind everything I knew just so that I could have some human boy stay with me. How pathetic,” the last word was thick, sticking to your throat and pulling your tears forward. “You should go back to wherever you ran away to, climb into some feeders bed to keep warm for all I care,” 

You turned, ready to close the door on a life you wished you had. The one you begged for after nights spent alone clinging to the sheets that still smelled of him. But Beomgyu wouldn't have it, his grip tight on your wrist as he pulled you back, “It was never about changing me, I left because I wanted to know if it was real- that intensity was so…consuming, I was scared and so I ran. I ran and I looked for some way to replicate it because I'm a fucking fool who can't see right in front of himself. You made me addicted to you, I begged you to do this to me and yet I ran. Im sorry,” 

“You can say that but you stayed away so long I'm sure you found some poor soul to swallow down by the mouthful,” he could feel your resentment coiling around him, snapping back at his desperate attempt to explain. Because there was no way for him to get the words out, even after running them around his head for the years he had lost all because of his own fear. 

That night was stuck right behind his eyelids, replaying over and over. Your body pressed to his, soundlessly sleeping as he looked up at your shared canopy bed. Your blood was still singing through his body, staining his perception of life before you. He didn't know he could be so utterly infected by someone so much so that it colored his sky differently. Your soft breathing was enough to tear him apart, he wanted countless nights spent exactly like that one, just watching you, listening to you sleep. And it scared him. He thought humans had been over-emotional, feeling things as they came, wallowing in them because they had little time to let it spread out. But he was wrong, he hadn't known how full the world felt, how full he was after one drop of love from you. And now he was empty, starved clean from his own doing. “I was ashamed,” 

The confession was so quiet matching your question, “And now?” 

Beomgyu looked up from under his lashes, he was close enough now that your scent was suffocating him, begging him to give in and just sink his teeth right over your heart. Find the same place they had last been because no one had been able to tempt him to even pull his fangs down, not since you. “And now I'm starving,” 

Even just the word from his mouth made your fangs ache. You had been getting by on so little for so long. He was the only thing your body needed and you knew he must feel the same. Your mouth was filled with saliva, that venom that numbed prey or set them ablaze. You tried to swallow but you could already taste him, the movement of your throat making his eyes zero in on your pulse. You were no better watching his adam’s apple bob, connecting the dots on long since gone trails of hickeys you’d left before. 

Neither of you knew who moved first, moaning against lips you were sure you’d never kiss again. His sweet venom singing on your tongue. His hands were heavy on your body, pulling you closer as he pushed you against the hallway wall. He wanted to melt into you, his desperation crawling up his skin, hips keeping you in place. 

You chuckled into his mouth, the sound rattling in the back of his throat like a prayer he wanted to keep to himself. “You always did get hard from kissing,” his whimper in response is followed by the grind of his bulge against you. How fast his body reacted to your touch didn’t change when he did. 

His heart was picking up speed, your fingers running through his hair, the groves of your fingertips slotting back into place amongst the strands. Beomgyu’s fangs were already elongating, nipping your bottom lip. He had always felt so good about his self-control, accounting those early days of overfeeding on you for the simple fact of being so recently changed, he should have known you were the variable that cracked the hold he had on himself. It was only worse now that he'd nicked you enough to mix blood into the kiss, his throaty moan rumbling against your body, sinking into your soul. 

You're both stumbling to find a room, twisting knobs until you find an empty one. The silk bed envelops the both of you as you fall into it, peeling off layers of clothes. Beomgyu can smell your sweet arousal between your legs the second he's pushed them apart to kneel between. 

“Now look at this,” you can feel the pad of his thumb running over the bite mark scars he's left on your inner thigh, his grin wicked enough to make your knees twitch. “I wonder if your pretty cunt will remember me as well as your skin has,” 

“You're impossible to forget,” and when you expected him to bite you, following the pattern of his usual ravishing but he skipped it, shocking you with his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking deeply. 

His mouth is on a direct line to your spine, your back arching off the bed. His tongue is hot on you, tracing the lines of your folds, and moaning into your slick. He missed these desperate whines you let slip, the perfect backtrack to the messy slurping sounds he's started. You hadn't even realized how much you had missed his mouth, your fingers twisting into his hair the second he brushed a fang against your swollen bud. He loved to tease but it had been too long since you felt your orgasm rise so fast. 

Beomgyu was eating you like he missed your pussy, your stomach tightening, hips sinking into the sheets. It only takes a few more precise sucks with his puffy lips before your toes are curling, eyes rolling back as you cum for him. His chuckle vibrates against you before he pulls away, chin shining with your wetness. “I missed the taste of you,” 

He hasn't even tried to find someone else to take care of his needs, not when he knew no other cunt could compare to the way yours perfectly molded to him, sucking him in to the hilt. The memory alone is what had him rushing to get inside of you, cock already leaking rivets of precum. 

You've never felt so needy in your life, fangs and pussy aching for him. The drag of his tip from your clit to your weeping entrance makes your knees fall open. One of his hands guides himself to push into you and the other tenderly holds your hip in place. Your mouth drops open at the stretch, slow as he lets you take in the feeling, needing you to remember how full he kept you. 

Beomgyu whines, breath quickening as he shoves in the last few inches. He lets his body fall onto yours, needing to be closer, needing to drag his lips over your neck, teeth scratching at your pulse, “say it again, tell me how much you hate me,” 

But he knows you can hardly speak, your legs wrapping around him, arms pulling him down closer. “Shut up,” you gasp, his hips rolling against yours. 

“then beg me,” he doesn’t even have to say for what. Not when your neck is rolling back to give him better access to your vein, his lips brushing against your skin with each word. “If you don’t hate me, beg me to taste you. I know you remember how much I love to mix the flavor of your blood with your cum still in my mouth,”

As many times as he's crossed your mind, thinking about his fangs in your neck was something that would never compare to the moment they finally sunk in. You had never let anyone feed from you, not until he was there in front of you pleading. You were no better, not after you had changed him, needing to drain him of almost everything. But with one nod he was biting you. 

Beomgyu’s mouth was flooded with your blood, the familiar flavor of iron mixed with the undercurrent of sweet delicacy. He’d dream about the first bite, mouth tingling, fangs brought forward on nothing but the memory of you. Now he was ravenous, so shocked by his own hunger with its pounding fists on nailed shut doors. His hips stuttered in his thrusting, caught on the ecstasy of quenched starvation. 

You felt your mind slip into that hazy space, anything he asked would be answered, every action would be taken, and all you knew was him and him alone. To have that numbing venom injected into your bloodstream was enough to break even the strongest down into puddles of simmering whimpers. 

It was hard to pull away and keep himself from overfeeding like he wished he could. But he felt his orgasm cresting, stomach flexing as his balls tightened. Beomgyu shoved his wrist to your waiting lips, your fangs stinging as they pierced his weak flesh. You drank deeply, thick swallows of the ichor you had prayed to get back on your tongue.

Everything was crashing down around you, beomgyu groaning as you clenched around him, fluttering walls sucking him in as you came, taking everything he had to give. He was a mess of moans, clinging to you as if that could keep him grounded when he felt this good. Every slow shallow thrust only pushes his cum further into you, still being pulled from him with every pulse of your greedy pussy. 

Neither of you can believe how lost you had become, falling into each other like stars crashing into nothing but pooling darkness, so full of energy the only option was to collapse. And it's just what you did, twisting into each other's hold, beomgyu’s kisses pressed over the puncture marks he's made on you, nose brushing up and down your skin trying to keep your scent close. 

Breathing evening you fought back the worry settling in. He had left before, walked right out the door without you knowing anything wrong had been on his mind, what was keeping him from doing it all over again? 

“Stop thinking,” he muttered, mouth finding yours, mixing the flavors of your blood together as he kissed you. “I don't think I could find it in myself to ever leave again,” but he was pulling away, his playful smirk lingering on his lip cleansing your worrying mind if even for a movement. “How could I ever leave again after seeing how happy and full you are after only one round?” he pulled his still hard cock from you, the gush of cum slipping out, pooling on his ready fingers only to shove them right back into your waiting cunt. “No, nothing could keep me from this sight ever again,”

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[tyunderella]

i love reading fluff so much and i love soobin so much 😓😓

Merry Christmas

Pairing: Soobin x y/n

Genre: Pure fluff ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

Word count: 900 (approx.)

Author's note: it's almost Christmas time, it's not celebrated here but I like the vibes. This is my first, like very very first, proper oneshot, I like it, it's not the best, but it can't be anyway, what's important is I like it hehe. If you want to say something, anything, you are free to drop that in my inbox or dms! Let me know how you like it please!! I would love some feedback!

Song for this:

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The end of December was in full effect. People were swarming the streets; after all, it was Christmas Eve. Who wouldn't? Through the glass windows of the shop, one could see the television channels advertising and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, chiming bells, and singing carols; it was all so beautiful. Soobin was taking it all in, as much as he could, relishing in the festivity of Christmas, refreshing his mind and eyes after a few long months of relentless hard work.

There he saw, in the corner of his eye, a stranger, running as fast as they could amid the crowd and the snow falling. They went into the telephone box, hastily dialling a number, though were their hands shivering? It was not working so well; he could not tell; they were wearing red gloves. This scene was kind of interesting, and being a little nosy would not hurt anyone, right? So, he went closer, keeping a respectful distance. Like the stranger he was, he realized it was a girl, first of all, and she was dressed up prettily. He was reminded of the Red Riding Hood movie actress.

He could see that, despite her desperate manner of trying to call, it was not working; her eyes were now looking outside the box and met Soobin. She gestured for him to come to her and asked, "I am sorry, but my hands are injured; could you please make a call for me? I am y/n." 

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I am Soobin." Soobin said and took the telephone handle.

"983-4-738219," y/n recited.

Instead of a ring or a pick-up, he heard the on-hold music.

"this cold season you are the only warmth

You're the comfort, we fall in, fall in love

Over the white snow that settled silently

Our hands almost brushing

Taking one step another step my heart races this Christmas"

as good as the song was, he tried calling the person 2-3 times more, but to no avail. He told y/n, "I am sorry, but whoever this is, is not picking up." 

"Oh, she is not?" she said with a disappointed look on her face. "Yeah, what might be the case? If you want to answer obviously." Soobin asked.

"Ah well, in the nearby theater, Home Alone is being released again. My friend and I, who have loved this movie growing up, won two tickets for this movie in the lottery club, but it looks like she won't be able to come." 

"Home Alone?? Oh my God, I love that movie!" Soobin said out of excitement.

"Do you?" y/n asked, now wide-eyed.

"Yes!" Soobin said. Y/n knows one when she sees one; he was as much of a fan of the movie as she was. "Then, do you want to go watch the movie with me?" Y/n asked.

"Can I?" Soobin asked, hopefully with an apprehensive look in his eyes.

"Yup, there is still some time left; how about a warm drink? Hot cocoa is what I am saying. Shall we?" Y/n asked, glancing at her watch. 

"Yes, yes, why not!"

Y/n and Soobin began walking along the pavement path, two feet apart, understandably. Looking around, eyes wandering, taking in the frozen but cosy beauty of it all.

"So, what do you do?" Y/n asked, breaking the ice and stepping on the snow.

"I am a psychologist." Soobin said, scratching his neck.

"Psychologist you say??" Y/n asked, "It's my first time meeting and talking to one! So, how is it? You know, being a psychologist?"

"It's good, it's really good, it was my dream to be one. It's rewarding, tiring at times, but I did rather be tired through this work than anything else." Soobin said, adorning a sweet grin.

"Wow, it must be really good!" Y/n said, "For me, I am a student, a Science Major with honors in Zoology."

"Aw, how is it for you?" Soobin asked, his disposition was one of an interested person.

"I love it!! Zoology was something I came to love, it's so fun for me! I get to learn so many things and just. It's dynamic!" Y/n geeked out.

As the couple was chatting away excitedly, they reached their location, a cozy cafe.

they entered, the cafe had a comforting, warm & cozy ambience, the complete opposite of the outside temperature. They went on the find the table on the window side.

They both ordered hot chocolate with whipped cream on top and talked while their drinks were being prepared, they found out that a lot of their interests matched, like favourites, likes, dislikes etc. even their appearance, a bit, they both resembled a cute bunny.

As their drinks came, y/n took out a disposable camera from her bag, she clicked a photo with hot chocolate and the outside by side. And a few more of each other.

Having finished their drinks now, y/n said "Soobin, I think it's about time, let's go to the movies!"

"Oh okay!"

This time, as they went, they were closer, no more feets apart. For the two young souls, the coldness and numbness of the outside world were in no comparison to the warmth their hearts were feeling. Ultimately, it was a Christmas they will never forget, and will look back at for a long succession of years to come.

[tyunderella]

chat read this.. beomgyu suck out all my blood until i faint 😓

bitten

beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis: it’s been a century since the last youve seen him, why come back now?

warnings: 🔞!!! vampire!beomgyu, vampire!reader, mentions of blood, blood drinking, biting, angst, mentions of a break up,mentions of bite mark scars, a bit of soulmate trope, oral (f!rec), no protection,mentions of subspace, creampie, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.8k (now this flung the 2k limit out the window )

an: thank you for the request! I hope that this captured the essence of the request because vamp!gyu was consuming my thoughts after I read those lines. I love vampire fics and im so sad I don't have more on my page already and this was the perfect time to add one. not proofread im so sorry my sweet angel darlings have mercy on me and forgive me of any mistakes found.

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The bar was dark enough to keep the bruised necks and wrists of the occasional lost traveler hidden. Spots of blood dripped onto crisp white shirts scenting the air in coppery sweetness. It was a sickening smell to those who didn't need to feed, the alcohol keeping the rest of the occupants held over enough to ignore the twinge. 

You didn't come to places like this often, the back room filled with half-drunk vampires and humans, desperately grasping at each other as they took from one another. Even the drinks didn't call to you, not when he wasn't standing there behind the bar passing them to you, constantly working his eyes up your body like a desperate plea to have even a taste. He hadn't been turned then, not when you first met. The pull towards you always accounted for the fact you were tainted with blood lust. A moth to a flame, he felt that pull, your hunger enough to send him right into the fire without even glancing at him. 

It wasn't often that a human found themselves offering their bodies up to vampires. Most of them felt the hair rise on the back of their necks, the prickling of fear telling them that whoever was standing just round the corner was a wolf in perfectly tailored sheeps clothing, how tight that human look held onto you after your change. The uncanny glow seeping that poisonous warning off in waves, a trap waiting for the truly reckless to trip. 

The ones who wandered closer instead of away always found themselves in the back of bars like this, bruised and hazy eyed laying in beds done up in silk and candlelight. Beomgyu, although working behind the bar for years knew never to offer himself up to the ones who sunk his stomach, that warning to run ringing in his ears as he slid a drink across the hardwood. But you, the second the door had pushed open and your skin washed in that low down glow, tripped him up; your waiting trap snapping shut around him like a rib cage around fluttering lungs. Even the echo of fading hoof beats on stone sounded so close to the beating of his heart that he couldn't tell the difference between flight and flush. 

But that had been years ago, so many that you couldn't even remember the shade of his irises. You remember they were brown, staring up at ceilings casing empty houses trying and failing to conger up the image. Well over a century's worth of time to hate yourself for forgetting the one thing that drew you in at first glance. But it wasn't as if you didn't try to work your way through the fading memories of him, all flickering by like the passing pages of a notebook you forgot you wrote and held so dearly. All you could see was that empty bed, the sugary taste of his blood still on your tongue, your breast still tender from where he bit you over your heart, so hard the soft outline of his teeth, like a stain you desperately wanted to rid yourself of. 

You had come here, back to this bar only three times after he had left to check in. That night with tears in your eyes, heart crumbling, the second taehyun had confessed that beomgyu was gone, packed up with only a shrugged goodbye. “He said he doesn't know when he will be back,” 

You had waited ten years to return the next time, so little time when you counted decades like snowflakes, not the glass shattering hail you assumed beomgyu would have still thought of as a recently turned fledgling. But no one had seen him, heard from him, hardly even thought of him. But he plagued you, ran around your head until you could taste the blood coming from overworked joints. 

The third time was no better, not when you entered and Taehyun shook his head, apologizing for a friend he wouldn't recognize anymore. 

You had given up, moved away, and swore to never think about beomgyu and his puppy stare. That follow you everywhere look that seeped into your bones and begged you to never turn away from him. Only now you were back, sitting in the far corner you fell in love, sinking into the leather seat wishing you could have that first glance back. 

Taehyun felt pity when he saw you, knew that you had been locked away in some house countries away, only sending in orders for blood long since cold. He poured you a glass, the same drink you asked for with tears in your eyes that first night back alone, chugging so many of them back he's sure your blood tasted of fire, too sour, burning all the way down one's throat. 

“Thank you,” neither of you wanted to bring Beomgyu up but he was the first thing on both of your minds. 

“He hasn't-” 

“I don't care,” you tossed back your drink, the ripples of mixed in blood making your fangs tingle, ready to push through soft gums and piece flesh not yet provided. It's why you came. Tired of the empty flavored pints of blood brought to you by Soobin and his sorry eyes. You hadn't put your mouth on anyone since that night, not even when it felt as if you had been scooped out with a spoon, carved open, and laid bare from hunger. If it wasn't him you would have nobody. 

But that declaration was a century ago, so many cold cups later it was tiring to swallow another. “I want a girl, preferably quiet, business only,” Taehyun nodded to your order, already knowing the best pick. 

“Room 615, she can be brought back in about thirty minutes,” there was no room for judgment, not after the years of working behind this counter, sneaking into those beds just like everyone else had. But he knew what it took from someone who hated to drink from a vein, it's why they had the services, those who couldn't go out and find someone or someones to keep up a constant full belly. 

But human blood wasn't the same as drinking from a vampire, humans went out too quickly, blinking back their faintness, never able to take more than a few deep pulls before they were at capacity. Feeding from vampires was anything but a rush, that first mouthful was a wash of exhilaration. It made one dependent on each other, one taste and it was never the same. Taehyun could tell Beomgyu and you drank from each other. Could see it in the years after, the way you turned your nose up even at the bitter drink in your glass. 

You would never feel full again unless you had him back. 

Thirty minutes was enough time to go home and call soobin for a late night order. But your hunger was clawing up your throat, nails on a chalkboard begging for anything else. Having the time to think, sitting here, filled your mouth with the memory of him. Not just the taste of his blood but the faint drum of his turned heartbeat. You still remember the sound his human heart made. The way it pattered at the sight of you, that irregular beat speeding up every time you sat down in front of him, entered through the cherrywood door. 

How even after you had turned him his heart still acted as if it was tied to your presence, fluttering weakly even if it was all it could muster. 

It was that sound that made you turn, conjured up from memory only now to show up right behind you. Taehyun was frozen, face pale at the sight of his lost friend. He had only seen him once or twice after he had been turned but now he was no half human fledgling. 

Beomgyu and you were caught in a web of your own disastrous weaving, stuck in place witnessing the crumbling of love because seeing him only settled the grievances you held into stone.

He wasn't hollow like you were, empty from the time left alone, the bloodlust having fully settled over his skin making him shine in that uncanny beauty. Everything about his gentle human features has been frozen in place, the warmth in his brown eyes only enhanced in the light. How sickening to have to now face the reality of what you had done to him, what he must have run from once he realized he couldn't truly love the monster who infected him. 

It wasn't the butterflies of newfound love but sickening maggots wriggling in your stomach. You stumbled as you stood, not even worrying about the key taehyun had left for you next to your drink, not even a meal could keep you from running as far as you could. 

It had been too long for him to come back when you had given up on trying to wait for him. How many nights had been spent waiting for this exact moment? Only now for you to run away. How cruel fate could be. 

He was calling your name, that twinge of hurt mixed in with something close to pity, every syllable weaved through with the words, no, don't do this, don't make me feel sorry. Even his voice made you waver, the back and forth shake of your head confusing you as you walked down the wrong hallway. 

Even through the doors, you could smell the blood from the occupants behind them, like overripe fruit left to sit on the counter, nothing smelled the same after one drop from him. And now with Beomgyu right behind you, weak heartbeat still mimicking that first sight, it was impossible not to pinpoint the smell of him. Wrapping around you like fog; a haze you tried desperately to claw your way out of but you knew it was no use. You had never felt so hungry until then, carved clean through with the need. 

“Please, let me explain,” he tried, grasping at straws. He didn't intend to see you first, only planned on catching up with Taehyun and apologizing for leaving him behind without answers. Save this conversation for when he built up the courage. “Please,” 

His fingertips only brushed your arm, the shock of it going right down to your toes. It was instinct to turn and slap his hand away, and even in your exasperated exhale, that first acknowledgment was enough to make Beomgyu weak again, as if he had ever been anything but when attached to you. “What is there to explain? You left, you left me there, alone in our bed,” 

“I-” The words were stuck in his mouth, hanging right at the edge of his tongue and yet all that came up was a frustrated laugh, “well did you miss me?” even just hearing his own words he could tell you would fume. 

“Did I mi- you left me! You fucking left me, if anything now I just hate you,” 

It was so easy to fall back into it with you, as if you had woken up alone a few days ago not centuries, “look what you did to me. What I've become, don't act as if you're so innocent in this, don't blame me for decisions we both made,” 

The words felt like a slap in the face. That night you had turned him so clear in your mind, the way he had begged, the way he had burned. It was one of the hardest things you had ever done, most vampires went their whole lifetime without infecting anyone because of how hard it was to complete and yet you had. 

“I turned you after you asked me. Do you know how much it takes? And then like some love-sick fool, I drank from you and every day I think about how stupid I was to believe you would stay. After I left behind everything I knew just so that I could have some human boy stay with me. How pathetic,” the last word was thick, sticking to your throat and pulling your tears forward. “You should go back to wherever you ran away to, climb into some feeders bed to keep warm for all I care,” 

You turned, ready to close the door on a life you wished you had. The one you begged for after nights spent alone clinging to the sheets that still smelled of him. But Beomgyu wouldn't have it, his grip tight on your wrist as he pulled you back, “It was never about changing me, I left because I wanted to know if it was real- that intensity was so…consuming, I was scared and so I ran. I ran and I looked for some way to replicate it because I'm a fucking fool who can't see right in front of himself. You made me addicted to you, I begged you to do this to me and yet I ran. Im sorry,” 

“You can say that but you stayed away so long I'm sure you found some poor soul to swallow down by the mouthful,” he could feel your resentment coiling around him, snapping back at his desperate attempt to explain. Because there was no way for him to get the words out, even after running them around his head for the years he had lost all because of his own fear. 

That night was stuck right behind his eyelids, replaying over and over. Your body pressed to his, soundlessly sleeping as he looked up at your shared canopy bed. Your blood was still singing through his body, staining his perception of life before you. He didn't know he could be so utterly infected by someone so much so that it colored his sky differently. Your soft breathing was enough to tear him apart, he wanted countless nights spent exactly like that one, just watching you, listening to you sleep. And it scared him. He thought humans had been over-emotional, feeling things as they came, wallowing in them because they had little time to let it spread out. But he was wrong, he hadn't known how full the world felt, how full he was after one drop of love from you. And now he was empty, starved clean from his own doing. “I was ashamed,” 

The confession was so quiet matching your question, “And now?” 

Beomgyu looked up from under his lashes, he was close enough now that your scent was suffocating him, begging him to give in and just sink his teeth right over your heart. Find the same place they had last been because no one had been able to tempt him to even pull his fangs down, not since you. “And now I'm starving,” 

Even just the word from his mouth made your fangs ache. You had been getting by on so little for so long. He was the only thing your body needed and you knew he must feel the same. Your mouth was filled with saliva, that venom that numbed prey or set them ablaze. You tried to swallow but you could already taste him, the movement of your throat making his eyes zero in on your pulse. You were no better watching his adam’s apple bob, connecting the dots on long since gone trails of hickeys you’d left before. 

Neither of you knew who moved first, moaning against lips you were sure you’d never kiss again. His sweet venom singing on your tongue. His hands were heavy on your body, pulling you closer as he pushed you against the hallway wall. He wanted to melt into you, his desperation crawling up his skin, hips keeping you in place. 

You chuckled into his mouth, the sound rattling in the back of his throat like a prayer he wanted to keep to himself. “You always did get hard from kissing,” his whimper in response is followed by the grind of his bulge against you. How fast his body reacted to your touch didn’t change when he did. 

His heart was picking up speed, your fingers running through his hair, the groves of your fingertips slotting back into place amongst the strands. Beomgyu’s fangs were already elongating, nipping your bottom lip. He had always felt so good about his self-control, accounting those early days of overfeeding on you for the simple fact of being so recently changed, he should have known you were the variable that cracked the hold he had on himself. It was only worse now that he'd nicked you enough to mix blood into the kiss, his throaty moan rumbling against your body, sinking into your soul. 

You're both stumbling to find a room, twisting knobs until you find an empty one. The silk bed envelops the both of you as you fall into it, peeling off layers of clothes. Beomgyu can smell your sweet arousal between your legs the second he's pushed them apart to kneel between. 

“Now look at this,” you can feel the pad of his thumb running over the bite mark scars he's left on your inner thigh, his grin wicked enough to make your knees twitch. “I wonder if your pretty cunt will remember me as well as your skin has,” 

“You're impossible to forget,” and when you expected him to bite you, following the pattern of his usual ravishing but he skipped it, shocking you with his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking deeply. 

His mouth is on a direct line to your spine, your back arching off the bed. His tongue is hot on you, tracing the lines of your folds, and moaning into your slick. He missed these desperate whines you let slip, the perfect backtrack to the messy slurping sounds he's started. You hadn't even realized how much you had missed his mouth, your fingers twisting into his hair the second he brushed a fang against your swollen bud. He loved to tease but it had been too long since you felt your orgasm rise so fast. 

Beomgyu was eating you like he missed your pussy, your stomach tightening, hips sinking into the sheets. It only takes a few more precise sucks with his puffy lips before your toes are curling, eyes rolling back as you cum for him. His chuckle vibrates against you before he pulls away, chin shining with your wetness. “I missed the taste of you,” 

He hasn't even tried to find someone else to take care of his needs, not when he knew no other cunt could compare to the way yours perfectly molded to him, sucking him in to the hilt. The memory alone is what had him rushing to get inside of you, cock already leaking rivets of precum. 

You've never felt so needy in your life, fangs and pussy aching for him. The drag of his tip from your clit to your weeping entrance makes your knees fall open. One of his hands guides himself to push into you and the other tenderly holds your hip in place. Your mouth drops open at the stretch, slow as he lets you take in the feeling, needing you to remember how full he kept you. 

Beomgyu whines, breath quickening as he shoves in the last few inches. He lets his body fall onto yours, needing to be closer, needing to drag his lips over your neck, teeth scratching at your pulse, “say it again, tell me how much you hate me,” 

But he knows you can hardly speak, your legs wrapping around him, arms pulling him down closer. “Shut up,” you gasp, his hips rolling against yours. 

“then beg me,” he doesn’t even have to say for what. Not when your neck is rolling back to give him better access to your vein, his lips brushing against your skin with each word. “If you don’t hate me, beg me to taste you. I know you remember how much I love to mix the flavor of your blood with your cum still in my mouth,”

As many times as he's crossed your mind, thinking about his fangs in your neck was something that would never compare to the moment they finally sunk in. You had never let anyone feed from you, not until he was there in front of you pleading. You were no better, not after you had changed him, needing to drain him of almost everything. But with one nod he was biting you. 

Beomgyu’s mouth was flooded with your blood, the familiar flavor of iron mixed with the undercurrent of sweet delicacy. He’d dream about the first bite, mouth tingling, fangs brought forward on nothing but the memory of you. Now he was ravenous, so shocked by his own hunger with its pounding fists on nailed shut doors. His hips stuttered in his thrusting, caught on the ecstasy of quenched starvation. 

You felt your mind slip into that hazy space, anything he asked would be answered, every action would be taken, and all you knew was him and him alone. To have that numbing venom injected into your bloodstream was enough to break even the strongest down into puddles of simmering whimpers. 

It was hard to pull away and keep himself from overfeeding like he wished he could. But he felt his orgasm cresting, stomach flexing as his balls tightened. Beomgyu shoved his wrist to your waiting lips, your fangs stinging as they pierced his weak flesh. You drank deeply, thick swallows of the ichor you had prayed to get back on your tongue.

Everything was crashing down around you, beomgyu groaning as you clenched around him, fluttering walls sucking him in as you came, taking everything he had to give. He was a mess of moans, clinging to you as if that could keep him grounded when he felt this good. Every slow shallow thrust only pushes his cum further into you, still being pulled from him with every pulse of your greedy pussy. 

Neither of you can believe how lost you had become, falling into each other like stars crashing into nothing but pooling darkness, so full of energy the only option was to collapse. And it's just what you did, twisting into each other's hold, beomgyu’s kisses pressed over the puncture marks he's made on you, nose brushing up and down your skin trying to keep your scent close. 

Breathing evening you fought back the worry settling in. He had left before, walked right out the door without you knowing anything wrong had been on his mind, what was keeping him from doing it all over again? 

“Stop thinking,” he muttered, mouth finding yours, mixing the flavors of your blood together as he kissed you. “I don't think I could find it in myself to ever leave again,” but he was pulling away, his playful smirk lingering on his lip cleansing your worrying mind if even for a movement. “How could I ever leave again after seeing how happy and full you are after only one round?” he pulled his still hard cock from you, the gush of cum slipping out, pooling on his ready fingers only to shove them right back into your waiting cunt. “No, nothing could keep me from this sight ever again,”

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[tyunderella]

in my dreams he's making a live dressed as santa... and he would literally be the gift omg 😶 i never thought i will be obsessed with santa soobin but here i am 😭

𝓜ILK WITH YOUR COOKIES? ､. c.sb

too excited to sleep on christmas night, the last thing you might've expected was to find a very tall, very handsome man with arms full of gifts broken into your home. also, for him to claim himself to be santa claus. ࣪˒ ࿔

゛◞͈ ⧼ 🧦 ⧽ ･ 5.8k

𝓹airings ˒ santa!soobin x reader

𝑔 ; smut

𝔀arnings ˒ general smut, cum eating, breast worship, mentions of titty fucking, soobin watches reader play with themselves without their knowledge, fem!reader, cumming on belly, whiny soobin kinda, soobin is... well, santa, possessiveness, usage of the word whore

✎୭ ashlynn's note guys. please promise me you won't imagine an old man when you read this. LMAOO. this is the first day of the event! tell me how you guys feel abt it :3

All wrapped up in the covers, you try to close your eyes and just let it happen. You really do. The mattress beneath you is soft and embraces you with warm, oh-so-welcoming arms, and the fireplace crackles from the living room. You’d left the door cracked, only a little bit, just so that the sounds might lull you to sleep. 

Despite all the efforts you’d put into a perfectly cozy, perfectly sleepy, night, your mind wanders each time you let your lashes fall to your cheeks. You try and soothe it over with fuzzy visions of waking up in the morning to the world outside your window dusted white and your tree, all alight and sparkling, made full with gifts wrapped in swirling red paper.

Well, if you were sleepy before, you’d lost it now. 

Perhaps you’re far too excited for Christmas. Especially for your age—a full grown woman too giddy to sleep on Christmas eve? It’s ridiculous. But those warm, flickering memories of Christmas mornings with your family are close to your heart. Bounding down the stairs on bare feet to go stick them by the fireplace to defrost, pulling woolen, knitted stockings off the mantle when your parents told you to check for coal, and then after it all, finally sitting crisscrossed around the tree. The smell of whatever spiced thing your mother would be warming over the fire and the sharpness of the pine needles—you think that there is nothing better. It was such a simple time. 

You push yourself up off the bed, hair mussed with relentless tossing and turning. Slipping out from the covers, you don’t even bother fixing it. The wood flooring creaks beneath your weight. Through your woolen stockings, the ones you’d pulled on just before bed so that you might stay toasty should the fire die out, it greets you nice and pleasantly warmed. 

Down the hallway you shuffle, smoothing over your cotton sleep dress and tugging your fingers through tangles of hair. Three hours; three hours you’d been curled up in your bed, alternating between inspecting your ceiling and walls as if you’d never seen them before and trying to think sleepy thoughts. You can really only handle so much of that. 

Starting in the afternoon, as soon as the sun began yawning and blinking bleary eyes to give way to the moon, you had worked dutifully on whipping up some Christmas desserts. Baking platterfuls of warm goodies was something your mother did for your family every Christmas eve. Bowl in hand, and wafts of gingerbread and fruit cakes twirling sweet and warm up to your nose, those memories were all you could think of. Your heart aches in your chest. This day doesn’t feel the same celebrating by yourself. You’d hung garlands down from doorframes and done such a beautiful job on the tree, but you’d done it all. Alone. You’d done all your baking alone, too. 

So, though you don’t have the faces of family around, not even a boyfriend, to eat them with... You’ll eat tbe excess alone. You’d always been the type to go all tired with a full belly, anyway. Maybe it’ll help you get to sleep. 

The counters are a beautiful spread of your day’s work. Cinnamon cakes made even sweeter with a warm, sugary drizzling, fruitcakes of raisin and dates, glazed fruits all fat and ready to make your fingers sticky as you enjoy them, all on silver filigree platters. Beside it all, you place your candle, the lengths of it decorated with rivulets of wax melted down and then gone solid once more. You sift between them, fingers itching for something hearty. 

From behind you, there’s a shuffling. It’s slight. Firewood burnt down to nothing shifting and falling, most likely. You peruse the platters—the glimmering, glazed nuts, or mahogany cakes? You almost decide, but, with another rustle, you cannot pretend it was nothing this time. You turn on your heel. 

There, in your living room, stands a man.  

A very tall, very frozen man. With features soft, he looks as though the warmth and coldness of Christmas personified both. Wide, brown eyes return a look very similar to what you assume yours might be. In his hands, he holds a box wrapped in papers—one that looks as though it would belong so well beneath your tree. 

Frozen way down to your bone, you don’t really know what to do. Do you scream? Would the family in the home across from yours hear you? As a young, unwedded woman, and their neighbor, you think they might help you. They’d always seemed to like you well enough. How’d he even find his way into your home anyway? You don’t leave doors unlocked. 

For a few more long moments, the two of you stare at each other. Strangely, he seems just as rattled as you.

“Who are you?” you say, voice wavered in just the way someone’s might if they found an unknown man in their home. He doesn’t look scary. Not by a long shot. With warm eyes of hot chocolate and hair the fluffy brown of any girl’s dreams, he does not look scary at all. You might even say he looks delicious. 

The stranger opens his mouth and closes it a few times. When he finally goes to speak, in a rounded cheek you spy the twitching of a dimple. It’s soft in his face, just like the rest of him. His ears burn red. “You’re not supposed to be awake,” he says, a waterfall of nervous laughs falling out along with it. 

You, just as frozen as you’d been when you’d first turned around to find him there, frown. Not supposed to be awake? What is that even supposed to mean? You tug at the hem of your night dress. You’d pulled it on thinking that nobody would see you in it, and especially not a man. An intruding man, at that. It’s thin and comfortable, falling at a spot on your thigh that’s good for movement. But not for wearing in front of a strange man. Definitely not. 

“What do you mean?” you say, stricken in place. As much as your heart beats like a wild, caught animal in your chest, sending liquid energy right through your veins, you cannot move. It’s no different from the deer that, instead of darting between the trees to escape a pouncing predator, sits utterly still hoping that maybe they’ll go unnoticed. But this is not the wild, and that does not work here. You probably look more like you’re a blinking, stupid mess than anything. You say, “Get out of my house, or I am going to scream. Get out.” 

Who wants to deal with this on Christmas eve night? Somebody breaking into your home, hoping to get lucky with the presents littered under the tree? Of all the evil things, that might just be the worst. You could not imagine rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and scurrying over to the tree, just to find it utterly bare. 

He laughs again, waving a hand in the air fast and nervous. “I—don’t worry! I’m not going to hurt you! I just... uh, well, you see...” His words twist and tumble over each other, each racing to come out before the next. “This... usually doesn’t happen, and... Nobody ever wakes up,” he says. “You’ll forget about this in a moment.” 

You look him up and down. The Christmas-red suit, all suede and heavy, the heavy black boots, the cuffs of white tufted fur—you’re not stupid. Maybe shaken, but not stupid. Taking a step back, you say him with measured words, “What are you, some kind of freak that breaks in to people’s homes on Christmas to pretend you’re Santa, or something? A thief?”

Over his soft eyes, his brows shoot up. Still holding the present, he steps toward you with his free hand up to show he means no harm. “No—no, really, you don’t need to be scared. I’m... okay, you might know me as something different, but my name is Soobin. I’m just supposed to be dropping these gifts off, and I’ll be on my way. You won’t even remember you saw me.” 

And, there he goes again, saying that you’ll forget you saw him. Whatever that means. You might be alarmed by his words, and really, you ought to be. But you feel more intrigued than anything. He’s got kind, playful eyes. Maybe the kind that are meant to disarm you before stealing from right under your nose, though.  

What really gets you is that he thinks you might know him. By some other name, or whatever. You’ve never seen him, or another face like him, anywhere in or around your village. The people here do not look like that. Their faces are marred by a life spent working for their upkeep, hands flecked with the weight of their professions. This man? He looks as though he’s never lived a hard day in his life. No wrinkle or scarring—his face is beautifully smooth. You’d know any face, you know everybody here. And you do not know him. 

“I don’t think I believe you,” you say. “And, won’t remember? What’s that supposed to mean?” You hover somewhere between the kitchen and the tree, all lit up with flickering candles.

He closes his eyes, a resigned puff of a laugh falling from his mouth. Soobin shakes his head as he tells you, “Guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’m Santa. Claus. Santa Claus. That’s what you’d know me by.” He pushes his brown, horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “I don’t get caught. Usually. I don’t know why you were still awake.” Hot cocoa strands of brown hair dust just about his eyes as he takes your form in. 

Right from your chest, a scoff like a laugh comes tumbling. Santa Claus. Seriously, this guy is weird. And, he’s in your home. However he’d gotten in. Shuffling back a few steps for good measure, you say, “Santa Claus. You’re Santa Claus.” 

Brows knitted, he nods his head. As if it were obvious that he was Santa Claus. 

Yeah, okay.

It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that you have to laugh again, full-chested and in his face this time. “If you don’t leave my home, I’m...” You trail off. You’re not sure what you’ll do this time, but you’ll do something. Maybe laugh a little more at him. 

His eyes drink your form in once more, lingering over the softer parts for a few long moments. Your chest, to be more specific, where you’re sure your nipples peek through where your dress moves over it. When his eyes snap back up to your face, he says, “There’s no need for that. Would you like proof?” 

You arch an inviting brow at him. You’d like to see him try to give you any sort of proof that he’s Santa Claus. That might just be entertaining.

“Well,” he says, setting a present down beside the tree. “If it’s down to that, I know that earlier this year, you and that boy slipped into the barn when you thought nobody was looking. But of course, I knew. That was the first naughty tick you gave yourself this year.” 

Stood only perhaps a step or two ahead of you now, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. Slowly, talking to him, you’d started loosening up. But now, you go all rigid again, your face paling. There’s absolutely no way he’d know that—considering the fact that you’d not seen him before this very moment, and that you had done a very thorough scan of the area at the time. You go to answer him, but he’s quick to continue. 

“Are those cookies set out for me?” he says, tilting his head up in a pointing gesture. “If you’re such a believer, why do you not believe that I am him?” 

There a number of thoughts and curiosities clogging rational thought in your mind. This time, instead of brushing him off with a patronizing, sneering laugh, you say, “Well. I... They weren’t... for you. I don’t believe in Santa.” 

“You don’t?” he says, brows furrowed as he looks down at you. “Not even as he stands right in front of you? Tell me: how would I know that you touch yourself in the middle of the night, when you think nobody might know, and you’re in your bed all alone? How would I know exactly how you sound while you do?”  

A strange, strangling fog curls over your thoughts and renders them gone. You don’t even know what you would say to that. Maybe he could just say that about anybody, and it might be true, but the conviction and truth hanging heavy in his gaze as he looks at you with it... You think he means it. You don’t know what that makes you—stupid, or so incredibly screwed.  

The counter at your back gives your heart a startle. Suddenly, you’ve got nowhere to escape his serious eyes. “I don’t... I didn’t...” 

His smile goes taunting. “No cookies, and lying...” he hums. “I don’t think this is the best way to behave when I’m here, dropping off your presents. I even made exceptions this year, just so I could stop by here. I don’t stop for naughty listers.” 

Your face burns. Your skin burns, under that look he’s giving you. The space between you burns, too.  

“I don’t think I was bad,” you say. It’s out before you can really even rationalize it, or any of this. All you can contend with are the furious, fiery butterflies that twist your belly up into knots. The ebbing of something consumptive and hungry between your thighs should concern you, too.  

His big, warm hands find perch on your hips. There’s not much between his touch and your skin—just your flimsy little dress. It feels just as though if he were kneading the bare flesh there, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat. Your breath does a few skips. He smells sweet like spiced musk.

“I think you know perfectly how naughty you were,” Soobin says, his face shedding every last bit of lightheartedness in exchange for something ravenous. His eyes fall on your mouth for just a blink, and then he’s looking right into you. Challenging. 

“Oh, please,” you say, pinching your brows into something falsely sweet and innocent. “I don’t think I do. Won’t you tell me, Santa?” You let the last part, his supposed title, twist out like accustion. Whether he’s Santa or not, you don’t care. Your blood whispers and begs for those hands to venture further in, right to the gnawing want that’s come alive deep in your core. It’s insane, you know that. Still, you follow its pleading.

For a short, lucid moment, his face twitches. And then he’s got your ass in his hands, swallowing it up in needy grabs, and then the cool surface of the counter is biting into the heat of your skin, and then his mouth falls over yours like the most fiery, most carnal Christmas gift. 

He eats up your gasps. His mouth is sure, but his hands are frantic and unmeasured all over you. Feeling up the lengths of your sides, sliding up the smooth of your back, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into licks and bites harder. His hands find your breasts the most, though. You can hardly even make sounds as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples and under the swell of them. He takes the weight of your tits into his hands.  

The dance of your mouths breaks off into panted, hot breaths fanning over faces. He readjusts you upon the surface without a care for the clattering of the platters. Fast and as though he’d been waiting for this, he moves down your neck in blazing licks and suckles. One of his hands takes the back of your head, and the other worships your chest. 

Against your skin, strained, he pants, “I waited just to come to your fucking house. Watched you playing around with those idiots—God, I hated to watch, but I couldn’t look away. Wanted to show you how much better you deserved to be treated. Even naughty girls deserve to cum, don’t they?” 

You’re a mewling, hazy mess, hardly able to register words. Especially ones as hard to wrap around as that. All you do is arch your chest into his hand, cheeks all flushed pink. All you want is for him to make good on that promise. Under his touches, you fully believe him. Not once had your escapades gotten you off correctly. His desperate touch brushes right over that tight ball of sexual frustration, unwinding it slowly. With each bit that he unravels you, you shudder. 

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You sound so sweet when you cum. Can’t I hear it again?” he continues, each word hotter in your neck than the last.  

Your head is all light and floaty. Letting it dangle, you give him a meek and pleading, “Yes.” Every last square inch of you beats alive at the prospect of being watched in on as you desperately squirmed against your bed. By him, at that. And, that it had him all pent up like this. 

His hands fumble at the hem of your dress. Pulling it up and over of your thighs and then past your hips and then up your belly, he says, “My pretty baby deserves it. Gonna make you feel so good—wanna make you feel good.” When your dress is all bunched up over your chest, and the soft swells of your breasts are freed to the air and his eyes, a chill rakes over your blazing skin. Goosebumps raise up and down the entirety of you. 

Brown eyes gone different, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rests a palm right at your ribcage, so eager to touch but also so eager to just... gawk. 

Pushing your posture to better display your tits for him, you say, “You… wanna touch them?” 

His gaze flickers up to yours and then back down, tracing over the sight of your hardened nipples against the soft, smooth mounds. “Fuck. Yes, I wanna touch them. Please?” he says, voice wavering. He brushes a thumb up under one. It’s an admiring, impatient touch. 

“Yes,” you whisper. A strange little secret between the two of you. “Please, Soobin.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends just enough to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The hot wetness against your eager skin—it douses you in oil and then sets you on fire. Your mouth drops open to allow a long, wavering whine passage. It tapers off into just open-mouthed, quiet gasps as he rolls his tongue around it, peppering kisses into the soft flesh of your breast. Below it, in the valley between, and then he kisses a path right back to your nipple. 

It’s so simple. His touch is reverent—not overwhelming. Just underneath your skin, it all tingles. It pleads for him to continue, to do more. 

Much to your dismay, he is pleased right where he is. With soft bites and drags of his nose, he ravishes your chest. And when he’s finally done and pulls away from your skin, you shiver at the brushing of cool air against the wet mess he’s left there. 

Heavy-lidded eyes find yours. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, he husks, “No cookies out for me...” He delivers a quick nip at your jawline.  

Under a brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your lower belly, you jolt with a tremor. You will your mouth into movement. “I don’t believe in Santa. Why would I set out cookies?” you say; an echo of what you’d said to him before. But this time, his hands are on you. You want to see how that might change things. 

With an abrasive scoff, he doesn’t disappoint. The corns of his lips twitch. “Let me put my hands on you. Fuck you. You’ll believe in him then,” he says, curling his fingers like bites finally into your bare, moldable hips. They receive the shape of his hands willingly. “Are you gonna thank me for making an exception? For stopping by your house, even though you’re filthy?” 

He brushes lower and lower. Keeping your voice on a tight leash, you tell him, “Please, touch me...” 

He laughs, nose crinkling in tease. “If that’s how you want to say thank you,” he says, “I’ll touch you. You’d like that, huh?” 

With that, he finally brushes over your cunt. Profanities spill out from his lips with the wetness that greets him there. Your body does a start at the touch. 

“Yes, please. I love it—for Christmas, please.” Your voice is thin and pleading. 

It’s all Soobin needs to hear to be sliding you off the counter. The world spins around you in a fuzzy, nonsensical blur of warm light. Against your chest, melded against it, the counter top bites cold.

“Fuck,” he curses, the sound coming from behind you. You can feel his gaze searing a trail down the arch of your back. For the nth time, your skin breaks out into a chill. Warm, tracing fingers smooth down the length of it, starting at the center of your shoulders, until he finds the swell of your ass. “Look at you, arching your back like a well-used slut. You really are needy, aren’t you? I knew it. I knew you’d be perfect. And you’re gonna let me fuck you straight, aren’t you?” The words come out hot on your skin, now. Right into the curve your shoulder. “Maybe fuck you so straight, you’ll be at the top of the nice list next year. A pretty little saint. Huh?” 

All you muster is a stupid, pathetic nod. You want nothing more. 

On your clit, the center of your pulsating need, there’s a chaste pinch. Your body revolts, hips twitching violently in escape. The squeak that it rugs from you is equally violent.

“I’m not sure I want that, though.” There’s a rustling behind you, a clinking of silvery metal and then a brushing of thick fabric. Hot and angry and heavy against you, he presses his cock to your clit. “I think I want you on the top of the naughty list, so I can come here and have this every year.” The mushroom tip of him swirling against your needy bud—it’s so much. So much. 

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be bad for you, Soobin. Please. I want it so much...” You push your back further into a suggestive curve; begging. He’s led you all the way to the water. Won’t he just indulge you with a taste? You don’t care how stupid or ridiculous you sound. 

His hand ventures up the outside of your thigh, smoothing over warm skin, and then around the curve of your hip, and then across your lower belly. It settles and presses there. “Do you hear yourself?” he sneers, voice in your hair. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

The suggestive, almost-there weight of his cock at your hole gives way to the delicious slide of him into you. Each inch is easy and slick. Perhaps you might worry over how utterly drenched you are, but not when all you can feel echoing through your bones and your veins is him finally filling your emptiness. It feels like mercy, more than a gift or present. 

He pulls out of you before even bottoming out. You spin as best you can to see him, brows furrowed. The look you find on his face as you do tells you everything you need to know about how intentional that was. "Soobin, please.” You look up at him through your lashes, trying to goad him with pretty bats of your eyes. Your cheeks flush pink and hot—your whole body is hot. 

“Begging for cock,” he says, a saccharine grin over his mouth. “Such a nasty whore. Whores don’t get Christmas presents. Shouldn’t you thank me for giving you this?” 

You should feel offended. Scandalized, even. No man has ever spoken to you like this, and you wouldn’t have allowed it. But, coming from his mouth, it’s a strange thing. It lays over you heavy, twisted your inhibitions to naught. “Thank you,” you say, pressing your cheek into the cool counter top to combat the burn. “Thank you, so much. Please.” 

When he starts pushing back into you, the gates of heaven materialize in the black behind your eyelids. Curling your fingers around the edge, you savor each and every inch of him once more until you can practically taste it. And then some. He’s big; bigger than anything you’d ever had from the guys around here. How are you ever supposed to go back to that? 

Finally, his hips meet your ass. He takes a moment to shift, taking a handful of your hip to pin it right into the counter. So, you do too; you grip at the edge of the counter. And then he pulls out of you. For a brief moment, you forget how endowed he is. But, of course, he reminds you with a roll. His cock drags along your walls in a way you’ve never known: full. You are full. 

“Gonna ruin you, so that no matter how many times you let them in your bed, all you’ll want is me,” he says. His hips move slow, just so that he can make sure you hear and internalize every word. “And you’ll wait all year just for this, and you’ll think of my touch when you touch yourself.” 

You can’t answer, or say anything really, around your whimpers. His hips stutter, and then he begins thrusting into you with unabated vigor. Each collision of your dancing bodies is punctuated by the hollow smacking of skin. Those sounds and others, such as your whines as his cock nudges right up against that spot that’s got your thighs quaking, and his tense pants, consume the air where the serene crackling of fire had once ruled. 

Though you do try to reel it in, you really do, his hips find a certain angle that makes it all null. You claw at the hand he’s got pressed firmly to your belly. Beneath you, your legs tremble and shake where they dangle down, and your poor abused hip bones ache against the hard surface of the counter as he fucks you into it. The cabinets clatter with it. “Soobin,” you choke. 

With his cheek pressed to the top of your head as he sloppily pounds stars into your vision, he half growls, half whines, “So—so good around me. So good. I couldn’t wait...to help you out. Thank you, baby.” 

The tremor in it, and the absolute neediness, pierces through the haze and does something to you. His free hand runs over you frantically, and his thrusts turn to something less controlled and more bare. More raw. He’d been hitting that sweet, sweet spot before, but this is more insistent. His hand presses harder into your belly to hold you through it, the other one mapping every last square inch of your skin until he’s intimately familiar with it all, and then some. “Fuck,” he grits out. 

All of it, the flame and the blinding touches, go away for a moment. He pulls out from your heat. You go to push off the counter to complain, and you make it half off, but he’s spinning you around and has you hoisted, ass-to-tabletop before you can. Where your front had been, the surface is already body warmed beneath your ass and thighs. 

“Show me your tits,” he says, nudging your thighs open. “Fuck. Will you let me fuck them next time? They're my tits, right? They fit so well in my hands.” 

Between his panted whines and the slide of his cock back into you, you just let your head fall back and obey. Your legs cascade down, twitching and threatening to snap around his waist each time he brushes against that deep, gummy spot. Arching your back into his face, you pull your lip into your teeth and lift your head to watch him. 

He dives into your chest without ceremony. With a hand on one of your hips to steady you against his fucking, he takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolls it and his teeth nip, and his hips work at the tight knot in your belly. Each time your chest jumps or concaves at a bite, his hand at your back pushes you deeper into it. 

Your voice is hoarse and, though your moans are sweet and whiny, you sound nasty. Deep in your stomach, rumbling and threatening in a way you are not familiar with, something dangerous swirls in an angry and tense way. Goosebumps usurp smooth skin at the presence of it. As much as you chase it with your hips, your fingers thread through the strands of his hair to brace for it. Readying for it to both ruin and fix you.

The sight of him, face deep in your chest, only throws more fuel to the fire. His lashes flutter against his flushed, soft cheeks. 

“You...” you start, cupping the back of his head into you. “H—fuck... Like my tits? Want them to be yours?” 

You’re not quite sure what you’re saying. Around his waist, the muscles in your thighs are taut, and your spine tingles, and your head is floating. The barrier between spoken word and true thought is eroded down by it all, and what is left is utterly bare. 

He releases your nipple, so hard that it tingles, in a wet pop. Pressing his cheek to it as his hips stutter, he says, all nasally, “Yes. Yes, h—oh fuck, yes, baby.” 

His pathetic whines, fallen into the air all tense around the tightness you’re sure he feels in his belly as you do yours, have you digging your heels into the bottom of his spine. Urging him in deeper. Closer. 

Hands finding your hips like iron against the softness of powdery snow, his voice cracks. “Wait—no, shit! Baby, I’m gonna.... Holy shit, let me cum on your belly, baby...” 

So, so very close to both exploding and imploding into violent, consuming bliss, you’re not one to deny him that. You let your thighs fall open, bracing against his biceps, and then just the slightest brush of his groin up into your throbbing clit has the world smearing into nothing around you. 

All of you, every last muscle, goes rigid in the wake of it. And then, with a brilliant, incandescent crashing of symbols and release, you cum. Deep in your thighs and up your back and right in your core, where you clamp down on him hard, you are wracked with twisting muscles. Alternating between desperate, whines and being able to get no sounds out, you fight through the blistering presence of your orgasm. 

He watches you, eyes on every micro expression falling over your face, with blown eyes. And then, his hips stutter for the final time. In a frantic hurry, he slips out of you with an obscene pop. He holds his cock over you, fist working up and down it in slick, wet rolls. He lets his head loll back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

You watch his belly go all tight, and his sweet face screw up tight. Then, from his weeping pink tip, he shoots sparkling, hot white spurts all down on your belly. It pools heavy and warm against your skin. 

Finally, he collapses boneless into your front. With his face notched into your neck, he slides his hand up and down his cock a few more times. You two pant into each other’s skin for a few long, exhausted moments. 

He finally pulls back to look you in the eyes, cheeks tinted pink and twitching with a dimple. He releases your hip with one hand, reaching behind you in search of something. When his hand reappears, he’s holding one of those cookies you’d baked hours ago.  

You go to ask him something snarky, like fucked yourself hungry? but you’re interrupted when he runs the cookie up your belly, scooping up ribbons of his cum like dipping cookies in milk. He brings it to your mouth. 

“Open up,” he says, a cheeky, lazy grin smeared over his mouth. “You like milk with your cookies, don’t you?”  

You gape at him, dumbstruck. Still, beside yourself, you open your mouth and take a generous chunk out of it. The musk of him melts down against the cinnamon and ginger snap in your mouth. You savor it on your tongue before making a show of swallowing it all down, holding his eyes. Soobin watches, hawklike, until you’ve got it down.  

“Still don’t believe in Santa?” he says, running a hand through your mess of hair.  

You’d believed in Santa the whole way through. But, he doesn’t need to know that. As he presses one chaste, parting kiss to your neck, you can only hope that Santa might make a generous stop by your place next year too. No matter how naughty you are.  

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my honest reaction because oh my god this was so fun to read!! why isn't santa real and why isn't he soobin 🥲 i'm heartbroken

𝓜ILK WITH YOUR COOKIES? ､. c.sb

too excited to sleep on christmas night, the last thing you might've expected was to find a very tall, very handsome man with arms full of gifts broken into your home. also, for him to claim himself to be santa claus. ࣪˒ ࿔

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𝓹airings ˒ santa!soobin x reader

𝑔 ; smut

𝔀arnings ˒ general smut, cum eating, breast worship, mentions of titty fucking, soobin watches reader play with themselves without their knowledge, fem!reader, cumming on belly, whiny soobin kinda, soobin is... well, santa, possessiveness, usage of the word whore

✎୭ ashlynn's note guys. please promise me you won't imagine an old man when you read this. LMAOO. this is the first day of the event! tell me how you guys feel abt it :3

All wrapped up in the covers, you try to close your eyes and just let it happen. You really do. The mattress beneath you is soft and embraces you with warm, oh-so-welcoming arms, and the fireplace crackles from the living room. You’d left the door cracked, only a little bit, just so that the sounds might lull you to sleep. 

Despite all the efforts you’d put into a perfectly cozy, perfectly sleepy, night, your mind wanders each time you let your lashes fall to your cheeks. You try and soothe it over with fuzzy visions of waking up in the morning to the world outside your window dusted white and your tree, all alight and sparkling, made full with gifts wrapped in swirling red paper.

Well, if you were sleepy before, you’d lost it now. 

Perhaps you’re far too excited for Christmas. Especially for your age—a full grown woman too giddy to sleep on Christmas eve? It’s ridiculous. But those warm, flickering memories of Christmas mornings with your family are close to your heart. Bounding down the stairs on bare feet to go stick them by the fireplace to defrost, pulling woolen, knitted stockings off the mantle when your parents told you to check for coal, and then after it all, finally sitting crisscrossed around the tree. The smell of whatever spiced thing your mother would be warming over the fire and the sharpness of the pine needles—you think that there is nothing better. It was such a simple time. 

You push yourself up off the bed, hair mussed with relentless tossing and turning. Slipping out from the covers, you don’t even bother fixing it. The wood flooring creaks beneath your weight. Through your woolen stockings, the ones you’d pulled on just before bed so that you might stay toasty should the fire die out, it greets you nice and pleasantly warmed. 

Down the hallway you shuffle, smoothing over your cotton sleep dress and tugging your fingers through tangles of hair. Three hours; three hours you’d been curled up in your bed, alternating between inspecting your ceiling and walls as if you’d never seen them before and trying to think sleepy thoughts. You can really only handle so much of that. 

Starting in the afternoon, as soon as the sun began yawning and blinking bleary eyes to give way to the moon, you had worked dutifully on whipping up some Christmas desserts. Baking platterfuls of warm goodies was something your mother did for your family every Christmas eve. Bowl in hand, and wafts of gingerbread and fruit cakes twirling sweet and warm up to your nose, those memories were all you could think of. Your heart aches in your chest. This day doesn’t feel the same celebrating by yourself. You’d hung garlands down from doorframes and done such a beautiful job on the tree, but you’d done it all. Alone. You’d done all your baking alone, too. 

So, though you don’t have the faces of family around, not even a boyfriend, to eat them with... You’ll eat tbe excess alone. You’d always been the type to go all tired with a full belly, anyway. Maybe it’ll help you get to sleep. 

The counters are a beautiful spread of your day’s work. Cinnamon cakes made even sweeter with a warm, sugary drizzling, fruitcakes of raisin and dates, glazed fruits all fat and ready to make your fingers sticky as you enjoy them, all on silver filigree platters. Beside it all, you place your candle, the lengths of it decorated with rivulets of wax melted down and then gone solid once more. You sift between them, fingers itching for something hearty. 

From behind you, there’s a shuffling. It’s slight. Firewood burnt down to nothing shifting and falling, most likely. You peruse the platters—the glimmering, glazed nuts, or mahogany cakes? You almost decide, but, with another rustle, you cannot pretend it was nothing this time. You turn on your heel. 

There, in your living room, stands a man.  

A very tall, very frozen man. With features soft, he looks as though the warmth and coldness of Christmas personified both. Wide, brown eyes return a look very similar to what you assume yours might be. In his hands, he holds a box wrapped in papers—one that looks as though it would belong so well beneath your tree. 

Frozen way down to your bone, you don’t really know what to do. Do you scream? Would the family in the home across from yours hear you? As a young, unwedded woman, and their neighbor, you think they might help you. They’d always seemed to like you well enough. How’d he even find his way into your home anyway? You don’t leave doors unlocked. 

For a few more long moments, the two of you stare at each other. Strangely, he seems just as rattled as you.

“Who are you?” you say, voice wavered in just the way someone’s might if they found an unknown man in their home. He doesn’t look scary. Not by a long shot. With warm eyes of hot chocolate and hair the fluffy brown of any girl’s dreams, he does not look scary at all. You might even say he looks delicious. 

The stranger opens his mouth and closes it a few times. When he finally goes to speak, in a rounded cheek you spy the twitching of a dimple. It’s soft in his face, just like the rest of him. His ears burn red. “You’re not supposed to be awake,” he says, a waterfall of nervous laughs falling out along with it. 

You, just as frozen as you’d been when you’d first turned around to find him there, frown. Not supposed to be awake? What is that even supposed to mean? You tug at the hem of your night dress. You’d pulled it on thinking that nobody would see you in it, and especially not a man. An intruding man, at that. It’s thin and comfortable, falling at a spot on your thigh that’s good for movement. But not for wearing in front of a strange man. Definitely not. 

“What do you mean?” you say, stricken in place. As much as your heart beats like a wild, caught animal in your chest, sending liquid energy right through your veins, you cannot move. It’s no different from the deer that, instead of darting between the trees to escape a pouncing predator, sits utterly still hoping that maybe they’ll go unnoticed. But this is not the wild, and that does not work here. You probably look more like you’re a blinking, stupid mess than anything. You say, “Get out of my house, or I am going to scream. Get out.” 

Who wants to deal with this on Christmas eve night? Somebody breaking into your home, hoping to get lucky with the presents littered under the tree? Of all the evil things, that might just be the worst. You could not imagine rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and scurrying over to the tree, just to find it utterly bare. 

He laughs again, waving a hand in the air fast and nervous. “I—don’t worry! I’m not going to hurt you! I just... uh, well, you see...” His words twist and tumble over each other, each racing to come out before the next. “This... usually doesn’t happen, and... Nobody ever wakes up,” he says. “You’ll forget about this in a moment.” 

You look him up and down. The Christmas-red suit, all suede and heavy, the heavy black boots, the cuffs of white tufted fur—you’re not stupid. Maybe shaken, but not stupid. Taking a step back, you say him with measured words, “What are you, some kind of freak that breaks in to people’s homes on Christmas to pretend you’re Santa, or something? A thief?”

Over his soft eyes, his brows shoot up. Still holding the present, he steps toward you with his free hand up to show he means no harm. “No—no, really, you don’t need to be scared. I’m... okay, you might know me as something different, but my name is Soobin. I’m just supposed to be dropping these gifts off, and I’ll be on my way. You won’t even remember you saw me.” 

And, there he goes again, saying that you’ll forget you saw him. Whatever that means. You might be alarmed by his words, and really, you ought to be. But you feel more intrigued than anything. He’s got kind, playful eyes. Maybe the kind that are meant to disarm you before stealing from right under your nose, though.  

What really gets you is that he thinks you might know him. By some other name, or whatever. You’ve never seen him, or another face like him, anywhere in or around your village. The people here do not look like that. Their faces are marred by a life spent working for their upkeep, hands flecked with the weight of their professions. This man? He looks as though he’s never lived a hard day in his life. No wrinkle or scarring—his face is beautifully smooth. You’d know any face, you know everybody here. And you do not know him. 

“I don’t think I believe you,” you say. “And, won’t remember? What’s that supposed to mean?” You hover somewhere between the kitchen and the tree, all lit up with flickering candles.

He closes his eyes, a resigned puff of a laugh falling from his mouth. Soobin shakes his head as he tells you, “Guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. I’m Santa. Claus. Santa Claus. That’s what you’d know me by.” He pushes his brown, horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “I don’t get caught. Usually. I don’t know why you were still awake.” Hot cocoa strands of brown hair dust just about his eyes as he takes your form in. 

Right from your chest, a scoff like a laugh comes tumbling. Santa Claus. Seriously, this guy is weird. And, he’s in your home. However he’d gotten in. Shuffling back a few steps for good measure, you say, “Santa Claus. You’re Santa Claus.” 

Brows knitted, he nods his head. As if it were obvious that he was Santa Claus. 

Yeah, okay.

It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that you have to laugh again, full-chested and in his face this time. “If you don’t leave my home, I’m...” You trail off. You’re not sure what you’ll do this time, but you’ll do something. Maybe laugh a little more at him. 

His eyes drink your form in once more, lingering over the softer parts for a few long moments. Your chest, to be more specific, where you’re sure your nipples peek through where your dress moves over it. When his eyes snap back up to your face, he says, “There’s no need for that. Would you like proof?” 

You arch an inviting brow at him. You’d like to see him try to give you any sort of proof that he’s Santa Claus. That might just be entertaining.

“Well,” he says, setting a present down beside the tree. “If it’s down to that, I know that earlier this year, you and that boy slipped into the barn when you thought nobody was looking. But of course, I knew. That was the first naughty tick you gave yourself this year.” 

Stood only perhaps a step or two ahead of you now, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. Slowly, talking to him, you’d started loosening up. But now, you go all rigid again, your face paling. There’s absolutely no way he’d know that—considering the fact that you’d not seen him before this very moment, and that you had done a very thorough scan of the area at the time. You go to answer him, but he’s quick to continue. 

“Are those cookies set out for me?” he says, tilting his head up in a pointing gesture. “If you’re such a believer, why do you not believe that I am him?” 

There a number of thoughts and curiosities clogging rational thought in your mind. This time, instead of brushing him off with a patronizing, sneering laugh, you say, “Well. I... They weren’t... for you. I don’t believe in Santa.” 

“You don’t?” he says, brows furrowed as he looks down at you. “Not even as he stands right in front of you? Tell me: how would I know that you touch yourself in the middle of the night, when you think nobody might know, and you’re in your bed all alone? How would I know exactly how you sound while you do?”  

A strange, strangling fog curls over your thoughts and renders them gone. You don’t even know what you would say to that. Maybe he could just say that about anybody, and it might be true, but the conviction and truth hanging heavy in his gaze as he looks at you with it... You think he means it. You don’t know what that makes you—stupid, or so incredibly screwed.  

The counter at your back gives your heart a startle. Suddenly, you’ve got nowhere to escape his serious eyes. “I don’t... I didn’t...” 

His smile goes taunting. “No cookies, and lying...” he hums. “I don’t think this is the best way to behave when I’m here, dropping off your presents. I even made exceptions this year, just so I could stop by here. I don’t stop for naughty listers.” 

Your face burns. Your skin burns, under that look he’s giving you. The space between you burns, too.  

“I don’t think I was bad,” you say. It’s out before you can really even rationalize it, or any of this. All you can contend with are the furious, fiery butterflies that twist your belly up into knots. The ebbing of something consumptive and hungry between your thighs should concern you, too.  

His big, warm hands find perch on your hips. There’s not much between his touch and your skin—just your flimsy little dress. It feels just as though if he were kneading the bare flesh there, fingers digging crescents into the soft fat. Your breath does a few skips. He smells sweet like spiced musk.

“I think you know perfectly how naughty you were,” Soobin says, his face shedding every last bit of lightheartedness in exchange for something ravenous. His eyes fall on your mouth for just a blink, and then he’s looking right into you. Challenging. 

“Oh, please,” you say, pinching your brows into something falsely sweet and innocent. “I don’t think I do. Won’t you tell me, Santa?” You let the last part, his supposed title, twist out like accustion. Whether he’s Santa or not, you don’t care. Your blood whispers and begs for those hands to venture further in, right to the gnawing want that’s come alive deep in your core. It’s insane, you know that. Still, you follow its pleading.

For a short, lucid moment, his face twitches. And then he’s got your ass in his hands, swallowing it up in needy grabs, and then the cool surface of the counter is biting into the heat of your skin, and then his mouth falls over yours like the most fiery, most carnal Christmas gift. 

He eats up your gasps. His mouth is sure, but his hands are frantic and unmeasured all over you. Feeling up the lengths of your sides, sliding up the smooth of your back, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into licks and bites harder. His hands find your breasts the most, though. You can hardly even make sounds as he rolls his thumbs over your nipples and under the swell of them. He takes the weight of your tits into his hands.  

The dance of your mouths breaks off into panted, hot breaths fanning over faces. He readjusts you upon the surface without a care for the clattering of the platters. Fast and as though he’d been waiting for this, he moves down your neck in blazing licks and suckles. One of his hands takes the back of your head, and the other worships your chest. 

Against your skin, strained, he pants, “I waited just to come to your fucking house. Watched you playing around with those idiots—God, I hated to watch, but I couldn’t look away. Wanted to show you how much better you deserved to be treated. Even naughty girls deserve to cum, don’t they?” 

You’re a mewling, hazy mess, hardly able to register words. Especially ones as hard to wrap around as that. All you do is arch your chest into his hand, cheeks all flushed pink. All you want is for him to make good on that promise. Under his touches, you fully believe him. Not once had your escapades gotten you off correctly. His desperate touch brushes right over that tight ball of sexual frustration, unwinding it slowly. With each bit that he unravels you, you shudder. 

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You sound so sweet when you cum. Can’t I hear it again?” he continues, each word hotter in your neck than the last.  

Your head is all light and floaty. Letting it dangle, you give him a meek and pleading, “Yes.” Every last square inch of you beats alive at the prospect of being watched in on as you desperately squirmed against your bed. By him, at that. And, that it had him all pent up like this. 

His hands fumble at the hem of your dress. Pulling it up and over of your thighs and then past your hips and then up your belly, he says, “My pretty baby deserves it. Gonna make you feel so good—wanna make you feel good.” When your dress is all bunched up over your chest, and the soft swells of your breasts are freed to the air and his eyes, a chill rakes over your blazing skin. Goosebumps raise up and down the entirety of you. 

Brown eyes gone different, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He rests a palm right at your ribcage, so eager to touch but also so eager to just... gawk. 

Pushing your posture to better display your tits for him, you say, “You… wanna touch them?” 

His gaze flickers up to yours and then back down, tracing over the sight of your hardened nipples against the soft, smooth mounds. “Fuck. Yes, I wanna touch them. Please?” he says, voice wavering. He brushes a thumb up under one. It’s an admiring, impatient touch. 

“Yes,” you whisper. A strange little secret between the two of you. “Please, Soobin.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends just enough to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The hot wetness against your eager skin—it douses you in oil and then sets you on fire. Your mouth drops open to allow a long, wavering whine passage. It tapers off into just open-mouthed, quiet gasps as he rolls his tongue around it, peppering kisses into the soft flesh of your breast. Below it, in the valley between, and then he kisses a path right back to your nipple. 

It’s so simple. His touch is reverent—not overwhelming. Just underneath your skin, it all tingles. It pleads for him to continue, to do more. 

Much to your dismay, he is pleased right where he is. With soft bites and drags of his nose, he ravishes your chest. And when he’s finally done and pulls away from your skin, you shiver at the brushing of cool air against the wet mess he’s left there. 

Heavy-lidded eyes find yours. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, he husks, “No cookies out for me...” He delivers a quick nip at your jawline.  

Under a brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your lower belly, you jolt with a tremor. You will your mouth into movement. “I don’t believe in Santa. Why would I set out cookies?” you say; an echo of what you’d said to him before. But this time, his hands are on you. You want to see how that might change things. 

With an abrasive scoff, he doesn’t disappoint. The corns of his lips twitch. “Let me put my hands on you. Fuck you. You’ll believe in him then,” he says, curling his fingers like bites finally into your bare, moldable hips. They receive the shape of his hands willingly. “Are you gonna thank me for making an exception? For stopping by your house, even though you’re filthy?” 

He brushes lower and lower. Keeping your voice on a tight leash, you tell him, “Please, touch me...” 

He laughs, nose crinkling in tease. “If that’s how you want to say thank you,” he says, “I’ll touch you. You’d like that, huh?” 

With that, he finally brushes over your cunt. Profanities spill out from his lips with the wetness that greets him there. Your body does a start at the touch. 

“Yes, please. I love it—for Christmas, please.” Your voice is thin and pleading. 

It’s all Soobin needs to hear to be sliding you off the counter. The world spins around you in a fuzzy, nonsensical blur of warm light. Against your chest, melded against it, the counter top bites cold.

“Fuck,” he curses, the sound coming from behind you. You can feel his gaze searing a trail down the arch of your back. For the nth time, your skin breaks out into a chill. Warm, tracing fingers smooth down the length of it, starting at the center of your shoulders, until he finds the swell of your ass. “Look at you, arching your back like a well-used slut. You really are needy, aren’t you? I knew it. I knew you’d be perfect. And you’re gonna let me fuck you straight, aren’t you?” The words come out hot on your skin, now. Right into the curve your shoulder. “Maybe fuck you so straight, you’ll be at the top of the nice list next year. A pretty little saint. Huh?” 

All you muster is a stupid, pathetic nod. You want nothing more. 

On your clit, the center of your pulsating need, there’s a chaste pinch. Your body revolts, hips twitching violently in escape. The squeak that it rugs from you is equally violent.

“I’m not sure I want that, though.” There’s a rustling behind you, a clinking of silvery metal and then a brushing of thick fabric. Hot and angry and heavy against you, he presses his cock to your clit. “I think I want you on the top of the naughty list, so I can come here and have this every year.” The mushroom tip of him swirling against your needy bud—it’s so much. So much. 

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll be bad for you, Soobin. Please. I want it so much...” You push your back further into a suggestive curve; begging. He’s led you all the way to the water. Won’t he just indulge you with a taste? You don’t care how stupid or ridiculous you sound. 

His hand ventures up the outside of your thigh, smoothing over warm skin, and then around the curve of your hip, and then across your lower belly. It settles and presses there. “Do you hear yourself?” he sneers, voice in your hair. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

The suggestive, almost-there weight of his cock at your hole gives way to the delicious slide of him into you. Each inch is easy and slick. Perhaps you might worry over how utterly drenched you are, but not when all you can feel echoing through your bones and your veins is him finally filling your emptiness. It feels like mercy, more than a gift or present. 

He pulls out of you before even bottoming out. You spin as best you can to see him, brows furrowed. The look you find on his face as you do tells you everything you need to know about how intentional that was. "Soobin, please.” You look up at him through your lashes, trying to goad him with pretty bats of your eyes. Your cheeks flush pink and hot—your whole body is hot. 

“Begging for cock,” he says, a saccharine grin over his mouth. “Such a nasty whore. Whores don’t get Christmas presents. Shouldn’t you thank me for giving you this?” 

You should feel offended. Scandalized, even. No man has ever spoken to you like this, and you wouldn’t have allowed it. But, coming from his mouth, it’s a strange thing. It lays over you heavy, twisted your inhibitions to naught. “Thank you,” you say, pressing your cheek into the cool counter top to combat the burn. “Thank you, so much. Please.” 

When he starts pushing back into you, the gates of heaven materialize in the black behind your eyelids. Curling your fingers around the edge, you savor each and every inch of him once more until you can practically taste it. And then some. He’s big; bigger than anything you’d ever had from the guys around here. How are you ever supposed to go back to that? 

Finally, his hips meet your ass. He takes a moment to shift, taking a handful of your hip to pin it right into the counter. So, you do too; you grip at the edge of the counter. And then he pulls out of you. For a brief moment, you forget how endowed he is. But, of course, he reminds you with a roll. His cock drags along your walls in a way you’ve never known: full. You are full. 

“Gonna ruin you, so that no matter how many times you let them in your bed, all you’ll want is me,” he says. His hips move slow, just so that he can make sure you hear and internalize every word. “And you’ll wait all year just for this, and you’ll think of my touch when you touch yourself.” 

You can’t answer, or say anything really, around your whimpers. His hips stutter, and then he begins thrusting into you with unabated vigor. Each collision of your dancing bodies is punctuated by the hollow smacking of skin. Those sounds and others, such as your whines as his cock nudges right up against that spot that’s got your thighs quaking, and his tense pants, consume the air where the serene crackling of fire had once ruled. 

Though you do try to reel it in, you really do, his hips find a certain angle that makes it all null. You claw at the hand he’s got pressed firmly to your belly. Beneath you, your legs tremble and shake where they dangle down, and your poor abused hip bones ache against the hard surface of the counter as he fucks you into it. The cabinets clatter with it. “Soobin,” you choke. 

With his cheek pressed to the top of your head as he sloppily pounds stars into your vision, he half growls, half whines, “So—so good around me. So good. I couldn’t wait...to help you out. Thank you, baby.” 

The tremor in it, and the absolute neediness, pierces through the haze and does something to you. His free hand runs over you frantically, and his thrusts turn to something less controlled and more bare. More raw. He’d been hitting that sweet, sweet spot before, but this is more insistent. His hand presses harder into your belly to hold you through it, the other one mapping every last square inch of your skin until he’s intimately familiar with it all, and then some. “Fuck,” he grits out. 

All of it, the flame and the blinding touches, go away for a moment. He pulls out from your heat. You go to push off the counter to complain, and you make it half off, but he’s spinning you around and has you hoisted, ass-to-tabletop before you can. Where your front had been, the surface is already body warmed beneath your ass and thighs. 

“Show me your tits,” he says, nudging your thighs open. “Fuck. Will you let me fuck them next time? They're my tits, right? They fit so well in my hands.” 

Between his panted whines and the slide of his cock back into you, you just let your head fall back and obey. Your legs cascade down, twitching and threatening to snap around his waist each time he brushes against that deep, gummy spot. Arching your back into his face, you pull your lip into your teeth and lift your head to watch him. 

He dives into your chest without ceremony. With a hand on one of your hips to steady you against his fucking, he takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolls it and his teeth nip, and his hips work at the tight knot in your belly. Each time your chest jumps or concaves at a bite, his hand at your back pushes you deeper into it. 

Your voice is hoarse and, though your moans are sweet and whiny, you sound nasty. Deep in your stomach, rumbling and threatening in a way you are not familiar with, something dangerous swirls in an angry and tense way. Goosebumps usurp smooth skin at the presence of it. As much as you chase it with your hips, your fingers thread through the strands of his hair to brace for it. Readying for it to both ruin and fix you.

The sight of him, face deep in your chest, only throws more fuel to the fire. His lashes flutter against his flushed, soft cheeks. 

“You...” you start, cupping the back of his head into you. “H—fuck... Like my tits? Want them to be yours?” 

You’re not quite sure what you’re saying. Around his waist, the muscles in your thighs are taut, and your spine tingles, and your head is floating. The barrier between spoken word and true thought is eroded down by it all, and what is left is utterly bare. 

He releases your nipple, so hard that it tingles, in a wet pop. Pressing his cheek to it as his hips stutter, he says, all nasally, “Yes. Yes, h—oh fuck, yes, baby.” 

His pathetic whines, fallen into the air all tense around the tightness you’re sure he feels in his belly as you do yours, have you digging your heels into the bottom of his spine. Urging him in deeper. Closer. 

Hands finding your hips like iron against the softness of powdery snow, his voice cracks. “Wait—no, shit! Baby, I’m gonna.... Holy shit, let me cum on your belly, baby...” 

So, so very close to both exploding and imploding into violent, consuming bliss, you’re not one to deny him that. You let your thighs fall open, bracing against his biceps, and then just the slightest brush of his groin up into your throbbing clit has the world smearing into nothing around you. 

All of you, every last muscle, goes rigid in the wake of it. And then, with a brilliant, incandescent crashing of symbols and release, you cum. Deep in your thighs and up your back and right in your core, where you clamp down on him hard, you are wracked with twisting muscles. Alternating between desperate, whines and being able to get no sounds out, you fight through the blistering presence of your orgasm. 

He watches you, eyes on every micro expression falling over your face, with blown eyes. And then, his hips stutter for the final time. In a frantic hurry, he slips out of you with an obscene pop. He holds his cock over you, fist working up and down it in slick, wet rolls. He lets his head loll back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

You watch his belly go all tight, and his sweet face screw up tight. Then, from his weeping pink tip, he shoots sparkling, hot white spurts all down on your belly. It pools heavy and warm against your skin. 

Finally, he collapses boneless into your front. With his face notched into your neck, he slides his hand up and down his cock a few more times. You two pant into each other’s skin for a few long, exhausted moments. 

He finally pulls back to look you in the eyes, cheeks tinted pink and twitching with a dimple. He releases your hip with one hand, reaching behind you in search of something. When his hand reappears, he’s holding one of those cookies you’d baked hours ago.  

You go to ask him something snarky, like fucked yourself hungry? but you’re interrupted when he runs the cookie up your belly, scooping up ribbons of his cum like dipping cookies in milk. He brings it to your mouth. 

“Open up,” he says, a cheeky, lazy grin smeared over his mouth. “You like milk with your cookies, don’t you?”  

You gape at him, dumbstruck. Still, beside yourself, you open your mouth and take a generous chunk out of it. The musk of him melts down against the cinnamon and ginger snap in your mouth. You savor it on your tongue before making a show of swallowing it all down, holding his eyes. Soobin watches, hawklike, until you’ve got it down.  

“Still don’t believe in Santa?” he says, running a hand through your mess of hair.  

You’d believed in Santa the whole way through. But, he doesn’t need to know that. As he presses one chaste, parting kiss to your neck, you can only hope that Santa might make a generous stop by your place next year too. No matter how naughty you are.  

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(Un)expected Reunion [Choi Soobin]

summary: when you've had enough, you've had enough. two and a half years without contact and you can't stand it anymore. you miss your best friend-- if you can even call him that anymore. you miss him enough, in fact, to get a backstage pass to his next concert just to be sure you'll get a chance to talk to him. genre: smut, rockstar!au, childhood friends to strangers to lovers warnings: yeonjuns kinda sleazy (but not really), toxic!soobin, drumstick fucking, size training, both soobin and mc are 24, possessive soobin, hickeys, spit kink, multiple orgasms, piv sex, multiple rounds, insinuates they’ve had sex in the past, cunnilingus, mean!dom!soobin and soft!dom!soobin, dacryphilia, breeding kink, daddy kink, calls her ‘slut’, thigh and tit slapping, brief bulge kink word count: 4.8k 🎧 – this is me trying (taylor swift) + into you (ariana grande) + dress (taylor swift) a/n- this is for @napofmoon ‘s event from last year ToT + happy bday soobin!! please be well and take care of yourself <3 tagging: @304files , @yoseicour

You take a deep breath and square your shoulders, unsure of exactly how ready for this you are. You haven’t seen Soobin in years, after all. And obviously you want to see him, you wouldn’t be here with a backstage pass if you didn’t. (You wouldn’t be constantly checking his socials without following him either.)

But yeah, the thought of seeing your old best friend for the first time in years has you more than a little anxious, heart beating quicker than you’d like it to be as you walk into the concert venue. It’s bigger than you thought- not a stadium, of course, but not a theater like they’d been playing the past few years. And damn, when you get inside, it is packed. Yes, you knew they were sold out, but this many people here to see someone you’ve known for years… it’s shocking to you. You can’t help but feel a little proud of him and his bandmates that you’ve never met.

You head to one of the merchandise stands, buying a few shirts you’ll cut up later, and then go to find your reserved seat. It’s a few rows back– you don’t necessarily want Soobin seeing you before you’re ready for him to see you. Once you find it, setting down your things under your seat, you wish you’d brought a friend with you. The concert doesn’t start for 10 minutes and everyone around you seems like they all have someone to talk to. It’s whatever. You can last 10 minutes, especially once you pull out your phone. You scroll for a bit (on his Insta, of course), only snapping out of your concentration when the lights dim and a roar so loud your ears ring takes over the crowd.

And it’s only seconds later that five lithe figures appear on the stage.

A boy with long brown hair and a side profile that could kill strums an electric guitar, your eyes stalling on the deftness with which he plays. Whereas he stands on the right, a tall boy with chocolate-chip moles freckling his cheek stands on the left, and plays a bass you can feel in your heart. In the middle, an orange-haired guy smirks at the crowd before closing his eyes to sing the opening line to their first song of the night, and when the drums kick in from the far right, your eyes entirely skip over the black-haired boy on keyboard.

And shit, there he is.

Your black-haired best friend, height skewed by the fact that he’s sitting on the drum seat,  a wide, concentrated smile on his face as the drumsticks hit the drums. He looks ethereal, in his element like this, big hands making the smoothed sticks almost seem small.

You’re not sure if he’s as eye-catching to the other people in the crowd as he is to you, but you can barely take your eyes off him throughout the entire set.

Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead when he joins the other members for a bow, waving at the crowd with a wide, elated grin. You’re pretty sure you make eye contact for a split second and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly, but he runs to catch up with the others to go backstage with one last wave to the audience.

The lights above turn on with a loud noise, and slowly people begin drifting out into the aisles and filing out of the building. You allow yourself a moment to collect your emotions before heading to the general direction of the stage. With shaking hands disguised as confidence, you flash your backstage pass to the two security guards stationed outside an entrance door. And when they let you pass, you take a pause. Maybe this was a bad idea. It’s been years, he might not even recognize you. Or worse, maybe he cut off contact on purpose to avoid having to see you anymore. What if he doesn’t even want you here?

You don’t have long to speculate as you force yourself to round the corner, because there he is, bent in half to fiddle with the drum set. Soobin straightens, looking around the room before his brown eyes meet yours. His jaw goes slack, and the tall blonde boy looks up as well when he notices Soobin hasn’t answered.

He looks between the two of you. “Hyung, do you know her?”

You wait for Soobin’s response, squeezing your hands into fists, and when he gives a stupored nod, you can’t help but relax a little. “Hey, Soobinnie.” You give an awkward wave.

Soobin crosses the room in three wide strides, reaching you in a matter of moments, and you look up at him for a split second before he pulls you in for a hug so tight that you can feel exactly how well he fills out that shirt.

“I missed you so much,” he mumbles in your ear, and you relax entirely into his arms, face in his neck.

“I missed you too, so much. When you stopped calling, I…” Tears well up in your eyes, and you can feel how his arms instinctively tighten further around you.

“Shh, it’s okay n/n, promise, you’re here now and I’ve got you, alright?” You can hear the smile in his response, and when you break the hug, you can see it too, his pretty eye smile warming you just the way it used to.

Soobin notices the blonde boy still watching and finally breaks the prolonged eye contact between the two of you. “Here, let me introduce you to everyone. This is Kai, our bass player, and the youngest. The carrothead is Yeonjun, our lead singer. For a reason. He’s also the oldest. The brunette is Beomgyu, he’s the guitar player, and the last one is Taehyun, our keyboardist and main backup vocalist. The range, I swear.” 

He gestures to each of them in turn, and one by one they wave. “Everyone, this is y/n. We grew up together.”

Yeonjun shoots you a flirty smile over the table in the middle of the room, and as much as you don’t want it to, it makes you weak. So this is why half the crowd was screaming his name specifically.

You’re caught off guard when Soobin asks what you’ve been up to, and it surprises you how easily you slip into old habits once the conversation starts. The other four jump in when they can, and you notice how close their dynamic is. It’s bittersweet– your best friend’s new best friends, your four replacements. But you can see why he loves them. If they’d met just a little earlier, you all would’ve been friends.

The conversation is relaxed and easy until a staff member comes into the room and lets it be known that they need to head back to the hotel. You’re ready to say goodbye until soobin speaks, words catching you off guard. “Do you want to come back with us? We have enough space, and I miss you, n/n.”

Your breath catches in your throat. This is exactly what you want, actually, but all you manage is a small nod and a breathy, “yes please.”

You follow the five of them to their tour van, and when they all pair two to a seat, you find yourself comfortable next to Soobin, Kai and Taehyun behind you and Yeonjun and Beomgyu in front. The van pulls away from the venue and Yeonjun’s turning around in his seat to face you.

“So, you and Soobin were friends?” He asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes are focused perfectly on you, unwavering, and once again, it makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Yeah, best friends, actually,” you manage, turning to look out the window. “Since we were six.”

Your eyes wander back to Yeonjun when he responds, his own gaze stopping over the low-cut hem of your dress. “Did you ever date?”

Your eyes go wide, and you shoot a small glance at Soobin, who’s glaring at Yeonjun. When he notices you looking, however, he shakes his head slightly. “No.” You say. And that’s the truth– technically.

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

You find that by this point, every single one of them is turned to face you, and you’re remembering that you’re in a car full of men. Of course at least one of them is going to pull something like this. 

But then there’s Soobin, who’s also looking at you, almost eagerly, waiting for your response too. At least you have nothing to let him down with. “Well, no.”

Five pairs of eyes go big in surprise. You hadn’t realized this would be such a shock– it’s just a fact. You shrug. “It’s no big deal.”

“It’s just surprising, is all,” Taehyun adds. “Someone as pretty as you that’s single. Not something you see every day.”

Your cheeks grow hot at his compliment, and once again you turn to look out the window, mumbling a small, flustered, “Thanks,” in response.

The five of them dissolve into chatter for the last few minutes of the drive. You subconsciously slide your hand into Soobin’s, the familiar comfort making you smile to yourself. 

When you get up to their rooms, Soobin leads you to his with zero hesitation. “You can sleep here tonight. I’m assuming, by the looks of you, that you don’t have anything with you, so you can borrow something of mine. I’ll find you something, give me a second.” He digs through the bags on the floor before pulling out a big shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and then hands them to you.

You take them with a smile. It’s almost like old times, sharing his clothes, but it has a faint sadness to it. “I’m gonna… take a shower, is that alright?” You head to the bathroom when he nods. The shower is small, made of clear glass lined with silver metal, and you set the clean clothes on the counter before stripping and tossing your dirty ones on the floor.

The water is cold, crisp, but it heats up gradually until the warmth beckons steam to cover the glass. You wash yourself, hair up in a bun to keep it from getting wet, then step out a few minutes later. Dried off, you pull on his clothes. The sweatpants are more than a little too long, but you bunch them up with a laugh and go back into the room. “Your turn.”

He smiles at you, then shuts the bathroom door behind. You wait on the bed while he’s in there. Thoughts are swarming in your mind at the fact that you know he’s naked in there, of course he is. Is this what he was thinking about you, too?

You’re lost in thought by the time he gets out, but when you look up, your cheeks get warm and your jaw slack. Towel around his waist, dark hair sending rivulets of water down the pretty, smooth skin of his torso… You swallow slightly, then look away. It’d be embarrassing if you let your urges to throw yourself at him win.

“So, how was your shower?” you ask politely, trying your hardest to continue to avert your eyes.

“It was good, n/n. Toss me those sweatpants, hm?” Soobin gestures to the pants beside you, and when you throw them to him, you allow yourself another peek at him. He’s matured a lot in two years, shoulders broader and abs very developed. You want to touch them, and the realization of that has your hands shaking.

Soobin catches the pants, then drops the towel around his waist, and you feel your heart stop. You try to look away, you swear you try, but you can’t. Cheeks burning hot while he situates the sweatpants on his hips. He smirks at you when he notices you watching. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

Before you can respond, he joins you in bed, curling his body around you from behind, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s warm, too warm, and you have to deflect. “Why are you so warm? What temperature did you have that damn water on?” You can feel the ridges of his muscles through your shirt, it’s so stupidly thin, and how close he is is overwhelming. He smells just how he used to, you realize, and he moves to hover slightly above you, still behind you for the most part.

“Shh, yn, just look at me, alright?” You do, and his dark eyes are bright when your gaze meets his.

“What?” you whisper, half breathless. Your eyes flicker to his lips briefly, and he notices, oh god, he notices.

He reaches out one hand, cupping your cheek gently, and the corners of his lips turn up into a smile when he notices your rapidly quickening breathing. “It’s alright, can I just…”

He tilts your head towards him just a little more, then leans in, and you’re not even processing when he presses his pretty, heart-shaped lips to yours. Your eyes close, heart pounding, oh, how you’ve missed this.

You pull him down further on you, switching onto your back to get a better angle. Soobin hums in approval against your lips, hands wandering to the hem of the shirt of his you have on, and you move so one can slip up and under the fabric.

His lips leave yours and instead travel down your neck, and you sit up, hands tracing his shoulders, down to his pecs, abs, soft skin feeling so delightful under your fingertips. He sucks a dark, splotchy hickey onto your skin and you gasp, heart jumping to your throat. “Fuck, Soobin…”

His breath shakes out against your skin as he leaves another, and another, tugging up your shirt to reach your tits. Small moans leave trembling lips, and you finally push him away. “My turn, please?”

He laughs, sitting back to give you access, and you leave messy hickeys all down his torso. By the time you’re done, the both of you are covered in spit.

Soobin leans to whisper in your ear with a smile, “Will you lay down for me, yn?”

You slide down so your head is on a pillow, and he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of the sweatpants to pull them down. “Let me taste you, please?” he murmurs, settling between your legs and looking up at you with pleading eyes. He grins like a giddy child when you nod your head in agreement, and he uses his big hands to push your thighs further apart. You’re fully exposed like this, shirt hiked up and over your tits and your sweatpants entirely off, wet pussy exposed. Soobin lets out an elated sigh, hot air on your clit making your legs twitch, and then his tongue meets your clit and you’re entirely gone, floating somewhere above yourself while his lips wrap expertly around your sensitive bud. The soft moans that slip from his mouth make it seem like you’re the best thing that he’s ever tasted.

Your hands grip his hair– you can’t resist it, wet strands between your fingers while he tongues your dripping clit. Your hips buck up into his face when he shakes his head to bury himself  deeper in your cunt, and your orgasm is approaching so fast that you almost feel dizzy. “Can’t– Soob, ah, gonna, fuck, gonna, please, please, please, please, please!”

He only looks up at you, eyes narrowed and teasing, and he backs up entirely. You whine at the loss of contact, trying for any friction between your legs, but he nudges them apart again. “C’mon, n/n, can’t you trust me to make you feel good? I’ve just gotta get something…”

He gets off the bed for a moment, searching for something in one of his bags, and comes back with two slick, light-colored drumsticks. “I‘ve gotta get you all nice and ready for my cock, don’t I?” His tongue traces the wood only once before he allows it to prod your entrance, and the touch makes you gasp.

You hiss through your teeth as the cold wood eases into you. You haven’t fingered yourself or been fucked in years, so the stretch is slightly painful. However, the drumsticks slide easily into you, and with the angle he’s at, Soobin’s got them right against your gspot.

Your breathing quickens and he notices, switching his grip on the sticks with a smirk before slowly, slowly slipping them in and out of you. Your hand tightens on Soobin’s forearm immediately, whole body trembling, but he doesn’t stop, only going faster.

“Soobin–ngh, please, stop, hurts, pl–ah, fuck!” you beg, tears beading on your lashes.

Soobin tsks down at you with a cute bunny smile. “Sluts don’t get to have their way, do they? Whoring around with my friends in that fucking dress, don’t pretend I didn’t notice how Yeonjun was looking at you.” His thumb, calloused from years of playing the drums, presses against your clit and rubs in slow, agonizing circles, and you can’t help a single pathetic whimper. “You should’ve told him when he asked if we’d ever dated, told him how you turn into such a mess for me, it was always so easy to get you all needy, wasn’t it?” You nod quickly, swallowing, eyes wide and teary. “Tell me, yn, I know you haven’t forgotten. Tell me what you are.”

His pace quickens and the drumsticks hit that same spot perfectly again, your head lolling back, eyes closing. One big hand meeting your thigh with a loud slap jolts you out of it, your mouth flying open. “Look at me when I talk,” he instructs, stupid smirk still on his face.

You shake your head, and this time his hand lands on your tit. “I said look at me, or can sluts like you not even follow simple directions? Too fucked dumb on drumsticks to think straight?” You shake your head quickly again, and he smiles. “Go ahead then.”

Soobin slows down for just a second and you open your mouth to talk, yelping when he speeds up again without warning. “I–I, -m a s-slut, I– ‘m sorry daddy, gonna cum, please let me this time, please, ah!”

And once a-fucking-gain, he stops entirely, going so far as to take the drumsticks out to completely ruin your orgasm. A loud whine slips from you, and he can’t help looking down at you with a sadistic, almost predatory smile… it still surprises you that none of the fans can see the wolf side of him. “Sluts don’t get to cum around anything other than dick, do they?”

You shake your head and he stands with a small giggle, tugging off his sweatpants. His dick springs up and hits his stomach almost immediately, tip an angry red, dribbling precum down his shaft. There’d been a wet spot on his sweatpants too.

Your eyes go wide as you look at him, then back up to his face. “It’s not gonna fit…”

He smirks down at you, eyes bright, hair falling across his forehead. “It’s gonna fit, baby, I’ve made it fit before..~” He lowers his lips to your ear. “And even if it doesn’t, you’re gonna take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

You nod quickly, eyes wide, and Soobin chuckles to himself before slowly prodding your entrance with his dick. He sinks in slowly, and you can’t help the strangled gasp that slips from your mouth when he’s hardly even halfway inside you, body lain overtop yours.

A soft groan leaves his own mouth second later when he’s entirely nestled between your thighs, forehead against your neck. He trembles slightly when he starts tentatively rocking his hips back and forth, and labored breaths meet your neck. It almost feels like you’ve gotten tighter– he’s gonna have to compose himself if he wants to give you more than the five minute fuck his body will currently allow him.

He straightens up a moment later, pace quickening, and your mouth drops open in surprise. It’d be an understatement to say it feels good, in fact, it feels a lot better than it used to, and that’s saying something.

Every time he moves forward, his tip kisses your cervix, and you almost want to cry when the movements become more frequent, til he’s practically jackhammering into you. Soobin catches your earlobe in his teeth, then kisses your cheek quickly. “‘ve missed you so much, fuck, missed this cunt s’ much too, forgot how well it fits around me, hugs me just right, hm, n/n?”

You nod quickly in response, a choked sob all you can get out before he’s going even faster, gummy walls taking him in so perfectly. After all, he’s gotta make sure all the members know you’re his after tonight.

And when your moans turn into short little high-pitched screams every time his base meets your dripping cunt, Soobin can’t help but smirk, tongue kissing you before slipping his thumb inside your mouth. “Open, please,” he hums, and when you do, he spits into it. “Swallow.”

You oblige, opening your mouth again once you're done, and he can’t help chuckling. “Look how cute, pretty girl all fucked out, isn’t she?”

“Oh fuck, fuck, feels s’ good daddy, s’ good,” you can barely slur out in response, can barely even think at the pace he’s going at. 

And when he hikes your legs up and over his shoulders to get an even better angle to rearrange your guts, pelvis hitting your ass so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises tomorrow, a whimpered, “fuck, daddy,” is all you can manage before your walls spasm around his cock. 

Soobin peers down at your shaking form with a smile, not slowing his pace for a second, even when the tears slipping down your face make him want to. “There we go, all pretty for me, creaming around my cock. Told you sluts could cum if they earned it.”

You nod, tears streaking mascara down your face, but he only keeps going, his own breathing ragged in your ear. You whine in protest when he cums inside you without warning, warm liquid making a mess of your thighs when he pulls out afterwards, but he shushes you. “‘s okay, baby, just making sure you won’t leave me again, alright?” 

You can barely comprehend his words but you nod, agreeing, sucking in a sharp breath when his cockhead slips between your thighs once more. “N-no more, can’t–can’t take it, please, Soobinnie…”

Your voice is barely audible, but it makes his cheeks flush slightly. “It’s okay, I swear, let me love you this time, please?”

Your face goes hot, warmer than it already, but you nod again. “Love you s’ much, Soobinnie, d’ you know that?” you mumble, eyes closed in pleasure.

His chest against yours, you can feel his heart pounding as he murmurs a small, “love you too,” in your ear. His pace is slow, long drags of his cock against your walls, and the slow friction causes tears to slip down your face.

Soobin smiles a deep-dimple smile, kissing away one tear that reaches your chin. “Why’re you crying, n/n?” he coos, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips when you don’t respond. His lips are soft and gentle, tentative too, as if he’s not destroying you with his dick currently. He’s kissing you like someone does on a first date, and, in a way, that’s what this is.

He struggles to hold himself up with his arms, especially when you clamp down around him. “Fuck, baby, feel s’ fucking good, can’t believe I waited this long to see you again…”

You smile slightly, pulling him in for another kiss, and the feeling of his lips on yours causes some sort of fuzzy feeling in your stomach. 

“This isn’t– ah – like last time we f-fucked, is it?” you mumble, slowly, eyes closed so you don’t have to watch his expression change. 

His response comes four heartbeats later, and his deep voice is soft and hesitant. “Only if you want it to be… but I know I don’t want it to be like that.” His breath hits your cheek as his arms fail him, finally letting his weight rest on you.

“Don’t want it to be… never wanted it to just be a friends with benefits situation, loved you since highschool, I swear to god,” you gasp out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes when you squeeze them tight shut once more.

“I’m clueless, aren’t I?” he lets out a breathy laugh, skin shiny with sweat.

“Yeah… you really, fuck, really are.” You can’t help the small smile tugging the corners of your lips when you peek at the look on his face. His cheeks are flushed, ears red like they were the first time you ever pressed an innocent kiss to his cheek. 

A sharp inhale burns your throat when his tip kisses your cervix, brain dizzy. “Soobin, Soobin, gon’ –”

He holds you closer when you cling tight to him. “Let go for me, won’t you, n/n? Soobinnie’s got you.”

The words, so simple that you’re sure he didn’t think twice about letting them fall from his lips, tips you off the edge of your orgasm’s cliff, and you’re shaking, hips bucking up towards him. The action forces him further into you, and he presses a palm to your stomach. Soobin hisses through his teeth when he feels the bulge of his own length beneath your skin. 

He pulls away after a moment, letting the white of his second high paint your thighs. The exposure of your clit to the cold air has you pressing your thighs together, eyebrows furrowed upwards in what Soobin takes to be a perpetually-fucked expression. 

His cum is sticky between your thighs, but you don’t move to get cleaned up, reveling in the moment and the fact that, once again, you’re in bed with him. It seems that this is where you belong.

His heart-shaped lips part as if to say something, but two sharp raps on the door startles him from the post-sex stupor. Soobin scrambles to cover you with the blanket, entirely forgetting about himself until the door opens a crack.

“Are you done yet? Yeonjun wants to go to a corner store and we’ve been waiting all night.” Taehyun’s eyes are averted from your ruined form, and you focus only on Soobin’s pink ears. For all his want to have the others hear the two of you, he didn’t know exactly how to react once he knew they had.

“I– yeah, give us 10?” His eyes flick your way and he amends his statement. “Maybe 20, actually.”

Taehyun only rolls his eyes slightly, and when he’s done, his gaze rests on the exposed skin of your chest. However, you could be making this up, because as soon as you think you witness his eyes widening slightly, he’s closing the door behind him.

Soobin wipes his cum from your thighs with his soiled sweatpants before tossing them onto the floor and rifling through his suitcase for more clothes. The pair of you step out of the room in almost matching outfits of sweatpants and sweatshirts, and four sets of eyes rake up and down your form. 

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Soobin, but he only places his hand on the dip of your waist to pull you out the door.

He does notice, however, when the small comments begin to start. Beomgyu commenting on the way the sweats pull tight at your thighs, Yeonjun saying something about the swell of your breasts under Soobin’s sweatshirt, and even Kai makes a small note of how pretty your eyes look when you’re gazing up at him.

It gets to the point that you’re unsure just how much more Soobin’s going to allow before he snaps. He’s always been the jealous type– years ago, he wouldn’t even allow a man to lay eyes on you, let alone have a hand on your thigh like Taehyun’s is right now.

You’re locked in conversation with Yeonjun when you realize Beomgyu’s whispering in Soobin’s ear. Something about the younger’s expression is almost pleading, and you’re unsurprised when Soobin gives in to whatever his request is. 

All five of them stand at once– you stand half a beat too late, a little put off by their synchronicity. But Soobin loops his arms around your waist from the back, chin atop your head, and the sweetness of his breath is almost as surprising as the words that fall from his lips. “Gonna have to share you tonight, hm? The boys want a turn…”

[tyunderella]

why aren't there guys like taehyun in my gym 😔

gym rat taehyun who you end us seeing frequently at the gym whenever you’re around too and he starts helping you out on some of the stuff and sexual tension and then BAM, sex

a/n: I haven't written smut in so long so please bare with me 😭 I'm trying to get back into the groove of it but I've kinda lost confidence though I hope that doesn't show in my works lol. I hope you enjoy this, anon, and thank you for requesting!!

Warnings: smut, pnv, exhibitionism, unprotected sex but hyun's pull out game is top tier, I would know

WC: 1.8k

The gym a few blocks away from your apartment was always too crowded for your taste. Midday was the worst, with every piece of equipment occupied, and the ones that weren't were a sweaty mess due to peoples' lack of politeness.

Though, around 10PM was always the best time to go. It was much less crowded, and it was almost calming, in a way.

You, along with a few other late night gym rats, took this time to your advantage. The gym was nearly empty, and hip-hop music played quietly from the speakers. The sound of equipment moving and barbells clanking was miniscule compared to how it usually was.

Though, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that that was the only reason you came to the gym at that time.

Your other reason - your main reason - was currently at the pull-up bar, biceps bulging and sweat dripping down his clear skin as he effortlessly hoisted himself up on the bar. You were quite familiar with this man, or at least as familiar as you could get from afar. Without fail, he'd always be at the gym at this time, always alone, and ever so efficient in his workouts.

You tried not to stare as you leisurely stretched. You weren't in the mood for heavy lifting or cardio, yet you were fully intent on boy watching.

After what seemed like over a dozen pull-ups, the man hopped down from the bar, turning around with a hand on his hip to grab his towel, and you quickly looked away to not get caught ogling. To look busy, you continued with your stretching, doing basic stretches to pass the time. You were so distracted trying to look busy that you hadn't even noticed a certain someone approaching until you heard his voice.

"Your form isn't good." He said, causing you to flinch and sir upright, staring right at the man who was sipping from his water bottle.

Is he talking to me?, you thought. Though, he was obvious who he was talking to, due to his large brown eyes seemingly piercing into your soul. "...huh?" Was all that you could muster out.

"Sorry." He apologized, screwing his water bottle shut. "I don't mean to bother you, but I just thought that I should tell you that your form isn't very good. You might hurt yourself."

Your lips went into an O-shape as you realized what he was saying, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. You fully expected him to just walk away after that, but he spoke once more.

"I can help with some stretches if you'd like." He said. "I'm no personal trainer, but I know a thing or two."

"Oh...you'd do that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you inwardly fangirled, knowing that this was the perfect opportunity to get closer to the man you've been crushing on.

"Yeah, of course." He nodded, placing his water bottle down and coming closer, your heart beating a mile a minute. He gave you a sweet smile before he bent down to your level, and you got a close up look at his sweaty skin and well built arms, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

"See, when you're doing lunge stretches, you have to make sure your back is flat and your core is engaged so that you can keep your balance." He said, his voice soft, though the near emptiness of the gym made it seem as if he were loud and clear. He got into position beside you, showing off the proper way to stretch, and you followed suit.

Throught the stretches, you had learned that his name was Taehyun, and he was pretty flexible himself. You may have even purposefully made yourself seem incompetent in your stretches so that he wouldn't leave anytime soon. It was getting later and later, but you didn't want to go home - not yet.

"Hamstring stretches are a bit harder, as most people don't stretch for long enough." He informed you, gently pushing you onto your back. "How flexible are you?" He asked, helping you to hike your leg up. You were hyper aware of the feeling of his strong hands on you, and the change of position nearly made you dizzy.

"Uh, maybe moderately?" You spoke, clearing your throat in an effort to sound like your panties weren't starting to get damp.

"Moderately?" He chuckled with a slight tilt to his head. "We'll see about that then, yeah? Just tell me when it's too much." He said, his hand circling around your calf as he started to slowly push your leg up...up...and up.

You winced a bit, the stretch starting to get painful, but you were too distracted by how he placed his other hand right on your thigh.

"There you go." He encouraged, your leg straight up and pushed against his shoulder as he kneeled down in front of you. "How're you feeling? Think you can go a bit more?"

"I can definitely feel the stretch." You chuckled, your heartrate beating a mile a minute. "I think I can go further, though."

With that, he started to slowly push your leg up once more, your thigh almost touching your chest. "Hmm, you're pretty flexible, aren't you?" He spoke, and you don't know if it's the rising desire within you or not, but his voice was starting to sound more...intimate.

"I didn't...I didn't realize before now." You said, finding it hard to breathe.

"Good thing you have me here then, huh?" He smirked, the sight making your walls clench around nothing. He then started to slowly lower your leg before doing the same to the other one. Your breath hitched at the stretch, and you winced.

"Fuck..." You whispered, unable to keep it in.

"Just a bit more, you got it." He said, his whisper matching yours as he stretched you further. His torso pressed against your leg, and you couldn't help yourself from taking a peek down between your legs. Truthfully, you just wanted to make sure you didn't completely soak through your leggings, but instead, you got a glimpse of what Taehyun was packing. The dim light of the gym reflected on the bulge in his gym shorts, and you literally felt your heart beat in your clit.

You quickly looked back up, eyes slightly widening, just to see that he was making eye contact with you. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that told you that he knew exactly what you were looking at.

If that didn't tell you enough, then his next actions did.

Stretching your leg so that your thigh met your chest, he positioned himself so that he was pressing up against you, and your breath hitched once you felt his bulge directly press against your clothed heat.

Shit...he's so close.

"There you go..." He said, his voice dangerously lustful. "Now you're all stretched out for me."

You weren't exactly sure when the switch flipped, and at this point, you didn't care if you were soaking through your leggings or not. You weren't crazy, his voice definitely held some underlying tension there, and neither of you could hide from it.

"Now that you're all stretched out, you can work out safely, no matter how hard."

Next thing you know, your leggings were hanging off of one leg, and your panties were pushed to the side to accommodate for how Taehyun's girth was stretching you out in a completely different way.

Sweat dripped down the strands of his wet hair, and your leg was hiked up on his shoulder, ensuring that you had no way to hide from just how deliciously he was rocking his hips into yours.

It was a caconaphy of hushed moans, grunts and whimpers, the sounds of your bodies colliding. You but your lip harshly to try and silence yourself even though you were pretty sure the gym was empty at this time. Taehyun's cock ruthlessly massaged your g-spot with each thrust, and he groaned in ecstacy as your nails dug into his arms in order to brace yourself.

"Ah- ah- ah-" Staccato moans left your lips as your body jerked each time his tip slammed against that spot within you, his pelvis hitting your clit over and over again.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned, his brows furrowed in concentration, solely focused on fucking you dumb on his cock.

A loud keen ripped from your throat as he slightly adjusted his positioning, his cock hitting so deep inside your fluttering walls. Your hips bucked up and your other leg lifted, the urge to close your legs and run away from the numbing pleasure growing greater.

"Nuh-uh." Taehyun tsked, shaking his head as he roughly spread your legs, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. "C'mon, you can take it. Take this cock." He grunted, gifting you with a particularly harsh thrust that had you reeling.

Your head fell back on the mat underneath you and your thighs shook. You could feel his cock throb inside of you, his low grunts only driving you closer to the edge. You then gasped loudly, your jaw dropping and your body tensing.

"C-cumming, I'm cum-" You stammered out, only to cut yourself off with a high pitched moan that would've been impossible for you to keep in. Your pussy walls clamped around Taehyun's thick shaft like a vice, and he felt like he was seconds away from absolutely losing it at the way your fucked out face contorted into barely concealed pleasure as you creamed all around his cock.

He wrapped his hands around your wrists, holding you down as he pumped faster, his balls tightening as he saw completion on the horizon. "Mmmh, that's it...cum on my cock just like- hah- that." He groaned, his jaw clenching as his blunt nails dug into your wrists, and before he knew it, he couldn't take anymore.

He was quick to pull out of your tight heat, which was almost painful, but that no longer mattered to him, because his hot, thick cum was spurting out of his glistening cock and onto your stomach. The hottest whine left his throat as he came down from his high, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes darting down to your fucked out form.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed, the only sound being the low volume of the music playing through the gym speakers and the sound of the both of you catching your breaths.

"Well, uhm..." He suddenly spoke, clearing his throat. You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, and the tips of his ears were tinted red.

Was he...embarrassed?

You fought the urge to laugh as he continued.

"If you just, uh...do those stretches before every workout, you should be good to go." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks..." You spoke, your voice a bit hoarse. "For helping me stretch...and for the little present you gave me." You said, referring to his seed that was splattered across your stomach, seeping down to your belly button.

His eyes widened and he choked, almost as if he forgot that he had came on you.

"I'll...deal with that."

[tyunderella]

i have the craziest stuff to say

WAIT, NO. THIS CONVERSATION IS NOT OVER!!!!

[tyunderella]

let's engrave eternity in a starlight

going further than eternity

through this never-ending journey

asks:

open!

i will write for every ask that i'm comfortable with so feel free to send your thoughts! i'm open to writing both nsfw and sfw stuff <33

english is not my first language and i'm not a professional writer or anything close to it! i write for every txt member!

rules:

obviously mdni on all nsfw works, it will be nice if you have your age or atleast legal in bio if you interact :) i will try to responds to asks as soon as i can, so please don't get impatient and mad..

i go by she/her pronouns, please use only them if you want to talk with me. i respond to dms, just be nice and respectful! i'm also open to making mooties here ^^

i write only for txt here, so please don't ask me for fics about other groups.

i won't write about:

scat, rape, ageplay, age regression, m x m, member x member, (threesomes with two members are fine, i'm also fine with writing abt the whole group with reader :o), big age gaps, bestiality, amab/male reader, incest (stepcest is a 50/50, i will consider writing it), puking, piss, feet, necrophilia, obviously weird stuff that no one will read and write about..

love, dani!

[tyunderella]

the star that awaits me far

maybe i'm just a hopeless dreamer.

choi yeonjun:

- professor choi (smut, around 3k words)

choi soobin:

nothing yet

choi beomgyu:

nothing yet

kang taehyun:

- a warm embrace (smut, fluff, 3k words)

huening kai:

nothing yet