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Cinderella Boy// camboy!juyeon x reader

Living with his two stepbrothers while camboying from his little room, Juyeon dreams of a way to escape his situation. You’re a big fan of the camboy theblover, and when you suspect your fwb’s stepbrother of being him…

Tags: juyeon x reader, Fwb!hyunjae, sex toys, graphic sex and masturbation, edging and orgasm control, 1 smut scene with Hyunjae even 🙀, PWP

non-sex warnings: juyeon’s family isn’t very good to him (evil step brothers sunwoo & hyunjae), camboying and being financially dependent and EXTORTION, mention of getting a woman pregnant to manipulate her, ANGST as this is a cinderella retelling

W.c.: 9.3k

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“Here, Juyeon, if you’re done with the vacuuming, we left some food out for you.” It’s Christmas, the guests had gone home after enjoying his stepmother’s turkey and chicken, and Juyeon was left to wash the dishes and clean the house. After washing the plates of 10 people— all of them barely fit the apartment he and the stepbrothers were renting—he had to vacuum any dirt or dust the guests would have let in, and now he washes up, planning to finally eat the dinner he missed.

But there’s only plain rice and a salad on the table. He made a confused noise, which made the stepmom scoff. “There’s only one turkey leg left—you didn’t think we’d save it for you, did you?” Juyeon turned back to the cold rice, albeit cooked with butter, but still, he was hungry and wanted actual meat with it. “The last turkey leg is for Sunwoo,” says his step mom. “That reminds me—you need to stay up and open the door for him when he gets home, he says he forgot his keys.”

Juyeon never had a mean thought in his head. He would stay up late if his family needed him.

And yet, his lack of mean thoughts towards other people made up for an onslaught of mean thoughts towards himself.

It wasn’t that bad, he just… never heard good things about himself growing up. It was always about how smart hyunjae was, how outgoing, and Sunwoo—so adaptable to his environment, so strong even at a young age, and how good he was at sports and everything else he put his mind to—Juyeon’s father passed when they were quite young, so his stepmother was the only parent they had around them. And she never had anything nice to say about Juyeon, everything was always about her two sons. Sometimes she even referred to Juyeon simply as ‘the boy’, not even by his name. The boy should do the chores.

And now, living in an apartment with just his two step brothers, Juyeon still felt as inadequate as ever, compared to Hyunjae, who was a law student, and Sunwoo, who went to university on his football scholarship, while he just picked a small but secure major, living in the home his stepmom rented for him—with his dad’s money, yes, but it was all hers, now. And, plus, all Juyeon really felt proud about was… his R-rated camboy channel… and it’s not like he could tell his family.

Today, since it turned out he might have to stay up late waiting for Sunwoo—and knowing he’s out with his friends, he’d take until 3 or later—Juyeon decided to pull an all-night stream, alerting the only other person left in the apartment, Hyunjae—that he’d be in his room. It was late, 11p.m., the perfect time to stream.

His room was padded in soundproofing foam, making the space even tighter than it should be. Between the few feet where he’s got his makeshift-bed propped up, there’s just enough space for his desk and the rolling chair he got, but there’s not even enough space for the chair to roll anywhere. He even bought a smaller type of chair so it would fit, and it already took a good amount of his savings away, and needed a way to make it back.

Which was how he got the idea to cam—granted it wasn’t entirely his, it was his best friend Eric’s, but also, even Cinderella had help from mice and pumpkins.

So the great pumpkin Eric directed him towards this camming site, and it’s been a full year since he’s joined. But it had only been about 2 months since he started actually getting exposure, 2 months since he gained nearly 2k subscribers overnight, ever since the video of him jerking off went viral on the site.

He didn’t know how to handle it at first, since the video was even being shared on Twitter, but Juyeon slowly got the hang of it, reposting the link to his channel on the tweets, and soon, people were joining his streams, and the comments of ‘I didn’t have an account before I saw him on twitter’ encouraged him to go on, and garner more followers, sometimes in hundreds on one day.

Tonight, he’s feeling particularly needy, so he turns the webcam on as soon as he’s locked the door to his room, and signs into his channel. The camera trains on his torso up to his chin, just the way he always limits it to. Sometimes he shows it to the point of his pouty lips, but that’s as far as it goes. He doesn’t know what he’d do if someone recognized him, it was a true fear of his.

“Hey, everyone,” he says drowsily, and it wasn’t to some effect—he really was tired, from the housework and the meatless rice he just had. With tired eyes, he watches as the viewers flowed in, in tens and later hundreds.

“Hello,” he says again. He reads the comments. “Clothes off? Really? Oh, no… I think I should tease you a little bit tonight, though…” But he fixes his shirt, so the neckline lowers and makes them pant over the definition of his chest. He gives the camera a lazy smile. “So what are you guys doing?”

Thebloverlover: loving juyo

He knows it’s stupid to use his nickname as his stage name, but really, no names were coming to his head and it just slipped out. “Loving me…” he leaned into the camera, just enough to feel close enough but not distort his image. “You mean it, right? You really, really mean it?”

Juyoxme: can we see your… 🍆

Juyeon just laughs at vulgar comment after vulgar comment. “I have good news for everyone!” he says. “I’m going to pull an all-nighter—yes, for everybody in every timezone. It’s staying up with Juyo time. You think you can handle it?” He finally unbuttons his shirt, but doesn’t take it off, leaving what’s in the shadows to the viewers’ imagination. “Let’s love each other today, alright?”

You squealed in your bed, lying with your laptop on your chest and headphones on. Last time he’d moaned so hard in your ear you’d screamed out loud. And came right then, your vibrator snug against your thighs—it had moved away from you in the commotion of Juyeon’s actions, and you’d cum, untouched, just to him.

So safe to say he’s your favorite camboy on the entire internet. You quickly type a reply as soon as he announces he would be on stream all night:

juy0sprincess!: YOU’RE JOKING

juy0sprincess!: WE’RE GONNNA PLAY ALL NIGHT

The boy laughs on screen. “Yeah, yeah I guess we are! So, how do you want to play with me?”

He angled the camera down on his crotch, as he untied the band to his sweatpants. He moaned, or hummed, in between: “mmm… mmm, where are you imagining it right now? You want this in your mouth? … in your…” He slides the pants off, and you grip the sheets under you.

juy0sprincess!: you get me so wet :(

He seemed to not have read the comment, as multiple flashed up the screen, in tens. You didn’t know why you sounded so pathetic talking to him over multiple screens, but apparently hundreds of people were being just as pathetic.

“Aww,” Juyo sighed, “there’s three hundred of you. I remember when I did these with just a dozen or so… oh, thank you, juyolover1!” You heard the giddiness in his laughter as the flash of the blue ‘___ tipped!’ sign sprouted across the screen.

Ah, right! You hit yourself, you should have been tipping since the start of the stream! Juyo makes your brain go static sometimes. You immediately reached over for the tipping bar, giving him $10 out of your visa card. Juyeon accepts this graciously, thanking you.

He’s so cute when he’s modest and grateful. You tip another $10. You could go anywhere under 50 for an entire week, since your parents still monitored your account usage—but it would all change, once you get a job at your dad’s company! It was nepotism: he was paying you like a real employee, you get as many sick days as you want, you didn’t have to start somewhere lower in position like an intern.

And then, you could tip Juyo as much as you want. You would tip him hundreds, really—he’s your favorite, and he made this 4 bedroom apartment where you lived alone so much less lonely. Ugh, if only he knew how pampered and rich you were…

You tip another $5 when he pans the camera close to his cock, which is leaking with precum. You swear, you’d never seen a cock so pretty—Juyo’s color, the girth, the length, the trim around it, the way his even larger hand would wrap around it so proficiently… is there such a thing as an aesthetically pleasing cock? Well, here it was.

Anyway, you’re almost mesmerized as he pumps his cock in his hands, the pretty tan color meeting a pale pink as the precum leaked out. He hisses, as he gets faster and faster—

Juyolover: don’t cum

You watch as the screen fills with the request that he doesn’t cum, and he only shows his cock as he reads each comment, slowly.

theclover: if you can edge yourself I’ll tip 50

“Hmm…” you can hear the pout in his voice. “Don’t cum?” He sighed, a nasal whine going out. “Alright, if you want to play that game…” He started pumping his cock again, this time so slow it must just kill him. “Princess,” he called—that’s you, that’s you! He remembers you! “Do you want to rub yourself with me, baby? You like it when we cum together, don’t you?”

Your legs squeeze tight together, your thighs hot against the other’s skin. You slowly pulled out your vibrator from under your bed, and spread your legs, putting it on the lowest setting–just so you could still hear Juyo’s voice.

“Let’s edge ourselves together~” Juyo told you. “The chat is mean, and they’re controlling our orgasms—let’s get tortured by them, together, okay?” You hear the sharp inhales and exhales as he keeps stroking his cock. “So now…” he breathed sharply, “now I don’t have to be alone.”

You typed ‘I love you’ and sent, and you don’t know if he sees it, as the chat quickly swallows the comment up.

“Favoritism?!” Juyeon chuckled. The camera’s still trained on his crotch, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “I just know juyosprincess. They’ve been a fan for a long time~ I do appreciate every one of you, though, but… they’re cute. I like teasing them.” He hmphs. “You guys tease me, so I tease them~” And your vibrator whirrs against your slit, sometimes you bring it up to touch your clit.

Juyo knows how to pace himself, of course, so he could go all night—he would edge himself, stop and shakily recount things he finds hot from porn and his imagination (“I think making someone cry during sex is really hot—from the joy, of course”/”ah, you guys love calling people daddy? Do you want to call me daddy?”) and then go back to edging himself. Unlike him, you had already fucked yourself multiple times, fingered yourself imagining his hands in you, and then let yourself calm down and just watched him.

Finally after hours of shaky breaths and needy moans, he lets himself cum for the first time that night, the whiteness coating his hands and the blanket he laid down on the chair. You bit your lips to bite down on just how fucking hot it was, that it could possibly make you cum another time, as he moaned and hissed curses into the camera as he came. “Wow! I didn’t know I could hold myself that long!” he says with a light laugh, as if he’d been doing something completely innocent. “I mean, it was painful doing this… I’ve only done it for minutes, not hours!”

He reads the comments, although you couldn’t see his eyes go over the screen. “Yeah,” he admits, “you guys do like it when I’m in pain—isn’t that so mean? Are my jubis mean?”

About 30 minutes before 4 a.m., Juyo sits up from his seat, tucking himself back into his pants. “Alright, guys, that’s it for today! The person I’m waiting for is home—yes, my roommate—I’ll be back later this month anyway, see ya!”

You immediately shut the laptop and go to sleep, the giant apartment empty and meaningless to you. But Juyo… he had taken the loneliness away and given you a friend, someone that would listen to you, and pretend to love you.

And sometimes pretense was good enough.

During the times you weren’t stalking Juyo on the site, looking through every half-cropped selfie and live he broadcasts, you also had a semi successful social life. If only people knew how the princess lived, in her lonely four-bedrooms-three-baths apartment…

But as the daughter of the man who basically funded half the programs in the university, you’re a wanted woman. And you had a reputation to uphold. So you’d been… doing the law department students’ representative for like, three months now.

You hadn’t meant to end up fucking Hyunjae, it’s just… he’s hot! When it started, it was only a blind date, the school princess and the school’s most reputed upperclassman. You ended up bringing him home that day—2 o’clock in the afternoon—and made love taking advantage of the empty apartment floor, as every neighbor was out at work or somewhere else, busying themselves.

After that first fuck, you both realized that you couldn’t really be a couple—there was sexual chemistry, or at least enough that you tricked yourselves it was good enough, but you both were distant people; Hyunjae was too busy in his career and representative duties, while you were just emotionally unavailable. (Due to being in love with a camboy, but you don’t say that.) So both of you settled on being sexual partners but not real partners, and anyway whenever you meet at school everyone tells you Hyunjae’s perfect for you–and you always laugh it off.

Today, you’d finally agreed to meet for Netflix at his apartment, where you’d never been to. At this point you trusted Hyunjae enough to visit him at his home, even if he shared it with roommates.

Expecting getting fucked that evening, you wear a little skirt, safety shorts that he could just pull down to your ankles and fuck you, legs either wrapped around him or over his shoulders. You shudder in anticipation just thinking about all the ways Hyunjae was going to handle you.

“The girl I’m seeing is coming over, I need you guys to sit in and watch the movie with us,” Hyunjae told his brothers.

Sunwoo immediately broke into a whine, while Juyeon widened his eyes, sort of shocked. “Even me?”

“There’s only two of you!” Hyunjae says. “I just need you guys to shut up, sit, and then keep shutting up when the movie’s over.”

When you get there, Sunwoo’s the one that opens the door. You already know each other, being that he’s the captain of the uni football team and there weren’t many people that didn’t know him. Awkwardly, you greet him by name and ask him how he is. Hyunjae was soon rushing out to the door for you.

The smell of butter and caramel slowly floats from the kitchen, and out comes a boy, carrying a giant bowl of popcorn that could fit Lake Eerie. “Here!” he says. “We’re ready.”

You do a double take as you meet him—you didn’t think there would be a way the third roommate is just as hot, or maybe even hotter, than Hyunjae and his brother. And yet… there this cat-eyed protagonist was.

You go over to the boy and try to introduce yourself, but Hyunjae cuts in for you before you open your mouth: “this is Y/n! Her granddad is the statue in front of the east gate, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” Juyeon gave you a smile, waving his hand with the popcorn in it.

“Third roommate?” you asked Hyunjae.

“No, no, they’re both my brothers—Juyeon is my step brother.”

Juyo? You realize later that it’s actually Juyeon, and smile to yourself, at the pure coincidence of Hyunjae’s brother having a similar name to your camboy.

Sunwoo’s already turned the big TV on, and picks the movie you wanted to watch. He’s sitting in the middle of the couch, mindlessly separating everybody, so the distribution’s weird, as you sit on Sunwoo’s side and Hyunjae on the other. Juyeon takes a seat on the floor, which you feel bad for, so you slide down after a while to sit with him.

He’s surprised. “You’re watching the screen from the side,” he whispered to you, just lowly enough that no one heard. “It’ll ruin your eyes.”

First full sentence that he spoke to you, and…

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks. It sounds just like Juyo. Like, the tone and indentations. And the voice itself. You know people can have similar voices, of course, so you’re not accusing your boyfriend’s brother of being a camboy, but it’s just… you swore if you ever found a voice-sound-alike to Juyo, you’d marry them on the spot. And here this guy was.

You shy away from Juyeon, heart beating too fast in your chest. You look away from him, trying to still your breathing.

He’s… just shy enough it resembles your camboy. And the voice—but you’re not about to convince yourself Juyo was sitting beside you, the odds of that are just… impossible.

And yet, you found yourself turned on, an insatiable hunger growing in your core, as you realized how similar Juyeon and Juyo were. You thought passively about his cock—do you think it’s just as big as Juyo’s—and suddenly zap yourself back from those though.

Fuck, Y/n. Control yourself, you don’t even know this guy. Do not think about his dick.

About two thirds into the movie, Sunwoo’s asleep with his neck bending down on the armrest of the couch, and Juyeon mindlessly fiddles with the carpet. You look over at Hyunjae, who sends you a signal with a flash of his eyes, and soon you’re walking into his room, leaving the two brothers at the TV.

Hyunjae’s room is big. It’s the master bedroom of the apartment, and the walls are lined with shelves full of law textbooks, all of them well worn out and often pulled out of their shelves. Hyunjae’s been in your room before, but you’ve never been in his.

The way you’re in a space so sacred and private to him gladdens you, and you kiss him against the wall, while he kicks the door closed with one foot. “Fuck,” he moaned into your mouth. When you pull away, he’s looking at you, pupils shaking.

You hadn’t been together in a while.

“You haven’t called in weeks,” Hyunjae complains, although not childishly. He looks like he’s a husband filing complaints. “I’m not just some side dick you book, you know? At least keep in touch.”

You giggle, and kiss him again. “Sorry.” You pull his shirt over his head—or he did, you don’t remember—and kiss his chest. “Sorry.” You trail kisses down until you’re at his nipple, which you kiss, too. “Sorry…”

Not wasting any time, Hyunjae shoves you backwards into his bed, and unzips your skirt. While he’s below your waist, working you, you couldn’t help but think of Juyo and his giant cock and those hands… those hands that always looked three times the size of yours, you’d always imagined him splitting you open on just two fingers, big enough as four of yours.

Hyunjae kisses you on the lips, tongue swiping across your bottom lip and then in your mouth; you make space for him by opening your legs, and you realize you’re still thinking about Juyo.

You weren’t sure what to call it at this point: addiction? Obsession? Intellectual enslavement? Even now, all you were thinking of was getting your first paycheck and then donating the money into the boy’z coin box. What you felt for that guy was just astronomical.

Hyunjae finally has taken off his pants, discarded somewhere on the floor, and is now inside you, and for the first time since weeks, you’re suddenly not thinking about Juyo.

You moan, straight into Hyunjae’s ears, which gives him an ego boost. He cursed, asking you how much you liked his cock.

“Sooo good,” you moan, just in simple breaths.

“Mmm, tell me how much you like it.”

“So good! Oh, Hyunjae, so—” Suddenly you’re back in your daydreams again, and you don’t even realize it, but you’re imagining Juyo in you, his thick cock entering your little pussy, his pouty lips sucking hickeys on your breasts. Suddenly Hyunjae wasn’t even the guy inside you anymore, it was Juyo, that faceless figure whose cock you could imagine inside you in detail. “Fuck, Juy—”

You stop yourself before you say the full name, making it sound like an incoherent moan. And Hyunjae bought it, too in the moment to realize you had said some streamer’s name.

You gathered yourself as soon as your first orgasm came, and Hyunjae’s good at that—he makes you cum first, before he’s left with his hard-af dick and you choose what to do with it, where he cums. This time, you suck him off, sometimes going slow on it, like you learned from how Juyo teases himself, until Hyunjae’s cursing names out and begging for you to stop teasing.

You’re in bed, the lamp shut off, and blue lights from the neighbor’s apartment streamed into the room. Drowsily, you keep a distance from Hyunjae, knowing it would just blur the line if you cuddled. You keep a pillow between the two of you, and sleep on your side, away from him.

It’s cold, and you realize the air conditioning isn’t working, so you sat up—

You gasp. “Hyunjae! Has the door been open the entire time?”

He wiped the sleep off his eyes as he got up to look. “Huh. I thought I shut it?”

“You must not have gotten it right!”

Hyunjae jumped out of bed to shut it, and jumped back in, in mere seconds. “It’s fine. Well, my brothers got an earful, but they’re just my brothers.”

You hit his arm. “It’s embarrassing for me!”

“Why? You don’t even have to go to family dinner with those two…”

In the morning, you take a shower at Hyunjae’s apartment while he makes you breakfast. It’s early in the morning, and Sunwoo’s still sleeping, you could hear his snores even over the sounds of the shower.

Later it’s only you, Hyunjae and Juyeon at the breakfast table, and Juyeon has a hard time meeting your eyes. Hyunjae starts: “so last night—”

“I didn’t hear anything!” Juyeon said so quickly, as soon as Hyunjae mentioned the words ‘last’ and ‘night’. You stare at the pancakes, cringing. So he did hear everything.

Hyunjae doesn’t address it, although he doesn’t shy away from that whole conversation, either. “I need to soundproof my room, too,” he says. “Like yours.”

“Why did you need to soundproof your room?” you asked Juyeon.

“Just… didn’t want to disturb my brothers.”

Hyunjae preferred meeting at your apartment (better water pressure for his showers in the morning, no pesky brothers as roommates, not so crammed in an apartment that you can make as much noise as you like) but you kept insisting you meet at his, just because you felt a little lonely sometimes and it was fun hearing Sunwoo stay up on his video games, or just to have a little companionship knowing there’s people on the other side of the wall.

It was horrible for Juyeon.

He kept as much distance from you as he could, out of respect for Hyunjae, and also for you—ever since he heard you and Jaehyun together that night, he hadn’t been able to look you in the eyes. Or even in the face, because if he even stares for longer than a second, he gets the auditory replays of what he heard… and he starts to wonder what you looked like as you moaned.

See, this is why he’s trying to have respect. Because good guys don’t wonder that about girls, nevermind his brother’s girlfriend. Juyeon beat himself up internally whenever he started thinking about you that way, the dick-hooking-in-pants, unsteady-breathing, jittery way, so he decided to avoid you completely. And yet…

Yet he would have done anything for you to talk to him when you passed by in the kitchen, just a ‘hi’ could have got him so high, he would high-five himself under the table after a successful greeting.

He doesn’t want to call it a crush. That would be fucked up—plus, he thinks he only started to like you after he found out about you, that your father’s the one who built half the buildings in campus, that your parents rented you one of those rich people-penthouses for you to live alone—he started to romanticize your lifestyle, and thought about how it would be nice if you could take him away, from his little room the size of a closet.

Sunwoo let it slip to their mom that Hyunjae knows you—implying that there’s more involvement—and she went ballistic, in a way that made Juyeon feel bad for you. And Hyunjae and everyone involved.

“Well marry her!” their mom said immediately, at of the mention of your name. “I’ve seen her family on the cover of every magazine. Multiple times.”

Hyunjae brushed it off, shaking his head. “We’re not even that serious.”

“She’s not serious about you?” the mom scoffed. “Get her pregnant.”

“Mom! What the fuck?”

She turned to Sunwoo. “Well if he won’t do it then you—”

“I’m a bachelor!” Sunwoo groaned, grabbing his phone and dinner plate off the table. “I’ll eat in my room, thank you very much.”

Juyeon simply ate his food with the occasional clearing of his throat, to combat the awkward situation. Hyunjae is mortified that their mom would ever suggest something so vile, and unfitting for him. Blood boiling at the mere suggestion.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that mom wants what’s best for my two sons,” she finally apologized. “It would be nice if either of you could marry into a family like that…”

“There’s Juyeon,” Hyunjae finally said.

“Juy—” Mrs. Lee shook her head, sighing. “No, no… not Juyeon.” Meaning that he didn’t count, not as family and not as a son.

“Which room is Juyeon’s, even?” you asked Hyunjae one day, on your third or fourth visit to the apartment. “I thought him and Sunwoo roomed together, but I just saw that Sunwoo's is a single.”

Hyunjae nodded to the little storage-closet-sized room behind the two bedrooms, and you gasp. “Someone can’t live in there!” You slapped his arm. “You’re kidding me.”

Hyunjae just laughs it off, not arguing with you, but later in the morning, when you got curious where Juyeon’s room was, you wandered into the tiny little room. As said, there was a real one-person room in there, even though the bed got in the way of the door and didn’t close properly, and the entire thing was so crammed.

It’s also dark, as there’s no window installed in there, so you flip the switch, just to see, curious. And when the lights turn on—you’re open-mouthed in realization.

Oh my god.

O h my god, oh my god oh my—

You reach for the patterned cotton sheets of the bed, feeling a shiver come over you. Then you look at the chair, although you don’t go so far into the room to touch it. The ring light behind the computer. The bed, the chair.

This is Juyo’s streaming room.

Juyeon’s streaming room.

Holy shit. You’re about to scream or just… combust, thinking about all the times you’d seen the sheets on the bed and imagined Juyo pinning you down on the mattress and dicking you down until you’re crying and begging for more, Juyo, just Juyo—his mouth on you, his pretty giant cock—

But it’s not Juyo, anymore. It’s Juyeon. The image of Juyeon set itself in your mind’s eye, a fitting piece of the puzzle to what he always cropped out. You feel a shiver coming over you, you were literally in Juyo’s lair.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” came Juyeon’s voice from behind you.

You turn around, and he’s standing there looking all confused, lips tight in a frown. You’d seen those lips a hundred times before, why didn’t you recognize him?!

“I–I—” You cleared your throat, trying to gain composition. “I just wanted to know what this room was!” Which was actually the truth. “Wow, it’s… smaller than I remember!”

Juyeon questions you with a lift of his eyebrows, and you backpedal:

“Than I thought it’d be, I mean.” You laughed, just to appease him. “But it’s a nice room, either way, I love what you've done with the… space.”

“Thanks…” Juyeon smiled. Fuck, he smiled. Half hearted and not meaning it, but it was bright nevertheless. You’re watching your camboy, in the flesh, right in front of you.

You’re gawking at him, all the videos you’ve seen of him teasing himself and touching his cock flashing past your eyes. Juyeon contains the awkwardness with a shrug. “So, did you need something—”

“I wanted to ask you!” you blurt out. You came across a horrible, nasty, this-just-might-work idea. Just in your head.

Juyeon nodded, signaling for you to go on.

“Do you want an internship at my dad’s company?” you ask. “I mean, I heard about what you’re studying, and I thought it’d be a good experience, for your resumè, and—” Juyeon’s look towards you was outlandish, like what is she saying? “We pay our interns! Good enough, higher than minimum wage–plus, it’d be easy, because… I’d be your boss.”

You realize that Juyeon’s look wasn’t because he was thinking you’re weird, but because he’s just so surprised you’d ask him that out of the blue. Juyeon gets easier to read with every furrowed brow and pursed lips. “You… you’re really offering me a job?”

You nodded, looking straight at his face, but you’re just examining every feature of his body, wondering why the hell you missed it. Juyeon is Juyo.

“Why me?” Juyeon was wondering.

“I just—you’re Hyunjae’s brother, and… you look… like you’d fit the job.”

Juyeon’s excited. He’d never thought he’d ever work with such a big company like yours, even though he’d daydreamed about it.

“Can I really?” he asked for confirmation, and you slowly brought your hand to grip his arm, trying to give it a squeeze for reassurance but also just wanting to touch him, your boy, you literally found him—your wildest dream—and you can’t even tell him, or anyone.

“Just tell me which hours you have free.”

Later that day, you drive back home, calling your father with the same fussy voice that wins him over all the time. “Daddy,” you whined into the phone. “I’m bringing this guy as an intern in. Can he start Tuesday?”

His first day of work and he’s expecting himself to fuck up, but once he sees your face in the office, beyond the glass window that separates your private room, he relaxes a little. You told him it’d be okay—you’re the one he’s working for, after all.

It fills him with confidence, and he figured out being an intern was just what he did at home: chores, service to people that do nothing for him, being nice with a smile—but also with the job experience. There were also computer stuff and filing things that he slowly learnt, which he’s thankful for. Every time he learns something new, he thinks about you, working away at your desk in your office, a bright smile that always lights up for him. His little cheerleader, who didn’t even need say anything to get him so energetic.

He makes the coffee runs for the office with another intern, but mostly he’s the one that memorizes the orders. Soon he’s back in the elevator with the cups in his hands, and he’s most excited about giving it to you, reciting your coffee order in his head and thinking about the way you’ll smile when he presents it to you.

He comes into your office baring the cup in his hand, lips pursed so he doesn’t accidentally end up smiling. “Here’s your coffee.”

Like he expected, you smile, which affects him in strange ways, making his breath hitch in his chest. He almost wants to stay to watch you drink what he brought, but he quickly leaves, having learnt from his stepmom that once the job’s done he should stop bothering them.

You observe Juyeon from your desk, and he goes around the office making paper runs and helping out in inconveniences, but so cautiously… The whole point of having him working with you was that he would be close, you’d get to know him in real life, not the camboy persona.

But Juyeon exceeds your expectations—he’s better than his online personality, even, and you’re starstruck, because you can’t find a single thing you dislike about him.

“Juyeon?” You came out of your office to talk to him, alerting him with one hand over his shoulder. “Where’s your coffee?”

“I don’t…” he just toys with his hands. “I didn’t want to buy one.”

You know he mentions often in his streams that he’s saving up all the money from camming to move out, and you realize he didn’t want to waste a single cent of his internship money, either. You fish out a $20 note from your coat pocket, handing it to him. “Here. So you can spare more for your coffees.” But part of you knew he still wouldn’t spend it.

Juyeon is surprised that people at work actually like him. The superiors immediately take a liking to him, saying he ‘works better than half the permanently employed staff’. He gets bashful, but he just takes the compliments.

“Y/n found you, huh!” one of the executive managers say, as he approached you two, while you were teaching him the way of the office files. “You did find one outstanding young man, here, Y/n—this boy works hard!”

“Juyeon helps out so much at home,” you told the manager. “He’s always so helpful…”

“What a good boy!” The older man grinned, patting Juyeon on the back. “Keep this up, and we might employ you after the internship.”

“Really?” Juyeon beamed. He caught you in a side glance, and you looked… proud. Of him. He’d never felt like this before, to have someone be so nice and so kind to him, and be happy on his behalf… “Thank you,” he told you privately later, when the manager’s out of earshot.

“For what?” To be honest, it was killing you trying to pretend that you haven’t cum to him about a hundred times before, and also that you didn’t know what his orgasm face looked like. It’s impossible. But all those images didn’t show on your face, you simply returned Juyeon’s smiles innocently.

“For giving me a chance,” Juyeon explained. “It means so much to me, Y/n, no one… no one’s ever been this nice to me before.”

Juyeon sighed into the oppressive air of his room as he pressed the button that makes him go live.

He wasn’t exactly in the mood for it, he’d rather be fucking his hand, thinking about you—but when he’s this pent up, it’s always a good idea to film. Except he doesn’t think he can stay long and talk a lot today, he just wants to stream, get it over with, cum, and be done.

People start rolling in, and he just watched, dead-eyed. Not even reading the chat. Mindlessly, he pulls himself out of his cotton pajama pants and boxers—not before he starts getting comments about how the pants make him look so boy-next-door—and checks his own cock out on the screen. “Hi,” he spoke, finally. Comments flashed by. “I… I need to cum, fast…” On the laptop screen, he watched as his hands wrapped around his dick, and contemplated on what to do next.

He could give his fans the same, teasing, in-control show. But right now all he wanted was to imagine being under you, having you ride him, tell him all the sweet things you usually do—except he would be feeling your pussy all around him… he just wanted to fuck his hand and pretend it’s you, then go to bed. That’s all that sounds good to him.

But before it gets so intense, he checks the chat.

Theclover: need ur fat cock daddy

Juyeon chuckled. “Oh, yeah, my big, fat cock… can you imagine it in your mouth? Is that what you want?” He threw his head back while touching himself, just to get himself harder. Thinking about you. First just about the way you smiled at him at the office, but secondly about the way you sounded when getting railed by Hyunjae. It’s sick. He’s imagining it’s him instead—as fucked up as that is. But it still got him super hard. “Do you want it choking you? If you can feel it in your throat—” He had to stop for a moment to grit his teeth, trying to shake the thoughts of you away. “I might want you too much, though. I might just fuck your throat… not letting you breathe… You’re not allowed to until you’ve swallowed all of my cum.”

The chat fills with requests to please fuck their throats and also breed them, and the tips rolled in one after one—which usually he’d thank, but he’s too preoccupied. The thought of you won’t leave.

Y/n smiled at me, he thought to himself as he kept stroking his cock. He can feel all the sparks in his neurons and the need to cum rising in him, more specifically to cum inside of you. Once again he imagined you riding him, he can perfectly imagine the roll of your hips on his cock, your moans which he easily took from mere hearing and transformed them to be for him, in his imagination—

“Y/n,” he moaned. It just slipped out of his mouth, and he tried to pass it off as an incoherent moan, but it had been your name, for sure.

And it gets him even more turned on, that he’s just so in the moment now, nothing stopping him. Your hips. Your hands. Touching him. Pretty little fingers, wrapping around his neck, restricting his breathing—although it was just a pretense, although you could never hurt him, you’re just so sweet.

“Y/n, fuck,” he says breathily. “Fuck, fuck—you’re so—so nice to me—you’re just—fuck, princess…” He’s sure they heard that, that he must be thinking about someone specific, and soon enough the comments want to know who.

Juyoxme: what name did he just say? O.o

Jumpinthelove: Juyo has a crushhhhh

He can’t pay attention to any of the comments, too caught up in the moment. In the habit of edging himself, he won’t let him cum, not until he has a vivid image of you. He imagines your body again, your breasts, how his two hands could just wrap around your little neck, how he would leave clawmarks on your skin, no matter how much he hated ruining something as perfect as you.

But finally when he cums, it’s to the image of you smiling, the real one in his memory. He hissed a curse. “Tell me how much you want it, you want my cum—ah, fuck…”

When he opens his eyes in clarity, the chat is going wild. He doesn’t even want to know what they’re saying, he just wants to go to bed. So he reaches over and tries to shut the live. “I think I gotta go, bye—”

“You want me to stay?” Juyeon says with a pout. “I can’t… I’m tired. I just… I just want to sleep. You guys can pretend I’m cuddling you, if you want.” he pulled one of the longer pillows he had, and hugged it to his chest, patting it like he was patting someone’s back. “Like this,” he says softly. “Imagine I’m cuddling you, okay?”

You breathed slowly, trying not to let your breath hitch, as if Juyeon could see you from inside your screen. You’re watching the stream from your living room, just out of habit because you never miss his Friday night streams–but you couldn’t get off to it, now that you knew the person behind the screen…

But now you’re watching the replay of the stream as you tried to collect yourself.

That was definitely your name he said. No one would be able to recognize it over the breathiness and the way he turned it into a full moan, but you did. You check the chat, and they get close to figuring out the name, figuring out what he said, but none of them really know the full extent of it.

The full extent to how he wants you.

So… your camboy crush wants you. And you know who he is. How do you tell him you want him back?

Tuesday, and Juyeon’s at work earlier than you. You feel the need to kick yourself when you walk past him without smiling, but hope that he just brushed it off and assume you were too preoccupied, not thinking there’s something wrong with him. You don’t even know what to say, because you want him, fuck, you wanted him, and he wants you too so why were you waiting?

Juyeon delivers the office’s coffees diligently, and you calculate your moves, shutting the blinds of the window to your room as soon as he’s in sight. Then, you wait as he makes his rounds around the office.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. You press a nail against your palm, trying to hold everything you’re feeling in, and there he is, past the door, shutting it behind him: “here’s yours, y/n!”

He can’t meet your eyes, which is typical for someone who’s literally been masturbating to you. You grab the coffee and ask him to stay, and in the lack of light from the closed window, he seemed a little lost. “Uh, why…”

You set the coffee down on the table. He’s sitting on the chair opposite your desk, and as you walk closer and closer towards him, he rolls the chair backwards, until he’s sandwiched between you and the wall.

He just stares up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell what he’s thinking: can people smell when you’ve masturbated to them?

“Juyeon,” you called.

“Y—” You kissed him. As soon as he realizes what’s happening, he pulls away, standing up. He pushes you away by grabbing your shoulders, simply resituating you far away from him. “What are you doing?” he demanded, as if he didn’t want you just as much.

Whatever you say you’re going to embarrass yourself, so you tell the truth: “I wanna fuck you.” Which is just the tip of the iceberg of truth, but…

“I just thought—” Juyeon stuttered out, “Hyunjae-hyung…?”

“I thought he told you,” you say, “we’re not serious.”

“He did, but… but it’s just—not right. I’m his brother. I can’t steal—”

“I’m not an object to be stolen,” you object.

He gathers himself, racking his brains for excuses. “Y/n, I just… I just…”

You’re confused, if he doesn’t want you why did he fuck himself saying your name all over the internet? And if he’s literally fucking himself to you then why doesn’t he want you the way you want him? “Juyeon,” you say, “You really don’t want to fuck me?”

He faltered. But he finally meets your eyes, with a new kind of determination in them. “No,” he says. “No, you’re—you’re so nice to me, and I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness—”

“You do realize in this scenario, I’m the one taking advantage of you?”

“Listen, Y/n, there’s… things you don’t know about me,” he finally admits, vaguely alluding to the facts. “There’s things I’m not proud of. I don’t like so many things about myself, it’s so complicated, and we just—we can’t. I don’t want another thing I’m not proud of.”

He wouldn’t be proud of fucking you? You sigh, clicking the button that raises the blinds, and push him away with one finger, and he falls through your gentle push like he’s crumbling. “I’m sorry,” he says finally.

You look at him with hooded eyes. “For what? I’m the one that’s sorry, I basically harassed you—”

“I don’t see it that way–it’s fine. I knew you from before working here, anyway.” He offered you a sheepish smile. “Can we just keep being friends? Like you and Hyunjae-hyung—I mean, like, without the…” he trailed off, then cleared his throat. He craned his neck over the glass window, looking at the rest of the office. “Um, they might need me.” And you watched him disappear into the crowd of the people in the office, going to lunch time in the cafeteria.

You don’t realize that he’s actually ashamed of what he does, or at least seems to be, until it’s the next Friday night and it’s time to stream again. Juyeon was proud of his channel, yes, but at the same time when it came to someone he found to be so perfect like you… he couldn’t admit it, or imagine himself with you—his lifestyle was just fucked.

So you watch his stream with a certain melancholia, just to see what he’s up to—it’s a habit to tune into his channel every Friday, even if you weren’t in the mood to masturbate.

“Hi guys… oh, ‘daddy’? Straight away? Am I daddy tonight?” Tonight he’s lighthearted and sweet—he’s been having a good streak at work, everyone loves him, he’s actually proud of himself. “Let’s talk for a bit while we wait for the others.”

The chat fills in with comment after comment talking about different things. Juyeon tries to reply to most of it.

“‘Juyo I’m lonely,’” he read from the comments, “aww, I get lonely sometimes, too—I miss my parents. But I don’t know, learning to live alone is just…” He made a ‘pop’ sound with his tongue. “You learn to live… ‘what else does that tongue do’? Well…”

Suddenly the chat is talking about his last stream, about the crush he fucked himself to. Juyeon gets shy as he reads the comments. At first he tries to deny it, but later he slips into telling the truth. “Ehhh, what are you talking about? I don’t have a crush!” turns into “I just like them so much because they’re so sweet to me…”

Comment after comment filled up asking about the crush, and he’s trying to avoid it all… but you suddenly get another nasty idea. A question. And you knew you had to make sure he sees it, so you tap at the tipping bar. And suddenly your name is flashing on screen.

Juy0sprincess [tipped $20]: what if that crush found out about your channel?

Juy0sprincess [tipped $30]: what would you feel?

Juyeon’s expression turned sour. “Of course, I don’t even want to think about that! They’re just so… kind, and beautiful and…” he sighed, looking the camera in the eye of its lens, and it’s like he’s looking straight into your own. “They would never understand why I do something like this.”

Leaving the stream running on your laptop, you grabbed your phone and drafted texts to Juyeon.

Hey Ju it’s Y/n

Um, actually can we talk

I have something to say

You delete everything once you’re about a good half into the sentence, never knowing what the right thing to say to him was. You didn’t want to embarrass him with the revelation that you knew what he did. There was no natural way to break it, you concluded, and decided to not mention it to him, at least for now.

And yet, your hands itched just wanting to text him. Wanting to build something between the two of you, more than friends, more than what you had with Hyunjae—you didn’t find what Juyeon did shameful or bad at all. You never saw him that way; instead… you saw him as a friend, even before you knew him—he was the only person that gave your lonely life a little light.

The side of Sunwoo’s heel met the ball, and it flew overhead, over the blockages and into the net. There were cheers from his teammates around him, but his attention immediately landed on the girls watching him from the bleachers. “Taking five, guys,” he told them, as he jogged over to the girls.

Sunwoo knew them well enough—well, he knew their names. Each of the names. Just didn’t know which name was whose. So he sits with the girls, sweating—usually they come prepared, with Starbucks in their laps, and offer it to him, but today, they’re giggling over their phones. Sunwoo doesn’t even pay attention until they call him.

“Sunwooooo. This is that stepbrother of yours, isn’t it?”

His eyes snapped to the screen, where the smut hadn’t started—it was just a video of a guy, camera panning just up to his lips, but it was obvious what kind of site it was, and what he was going to do.

“He jerks off into a camera,” says another girl, “for money. It’s—it’s him, isn’t it, Sunwoo?”

“I thought I recognized his voice,” says the third girl of the group.

Speechless, Sunwoo takes the phone from them, examining the visuals of the camboy. Normally he wouldn’t even be able to tell, but…

Those lips, that pout. The dark shrouded room, but he knew it well enough to match it to the one back home. It’s obviously Juyeon.

But he denies it. “Don’t think it is,” he snapped. “Just don’t go around sharing it everywhere—you have no proof.” He ran back into the field, desperate to escape the scrutiny and the stares. But once he’s back on the training ground, he misses all the shots he takes.

Hyunjae’s not home. The house is completely silent, but Sunwoo knows Juyeon didn’t have his internship on Fridays, and although his room was quiet, it was only because of all the soundproofing.

Sick bastard, he snarled to himself. He should have known from the urgent need to soundproof—since when had his brother been doing this?

He barged into the room, where Juyeon was just lying on the bed on his phone. “Getting yourself off?!” he says demandingly, and Juyeon looks up, surprised. “What–”

“You’re making yourself a career camming,” Sunwoo accused. “Don’t fucking say no—I saw your room, idiot!”

“No, it’s—” Juyeon stumbled around on his words, panic setting all over his head. “It’s a misunderstanding,” he insisted.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is, that I have to play in front of everyone in a stadium and half of them know what my brother is?” Sunwoo sneered at his face, and Juyeon crumbled underneath the boy’s stern eyes.

“I—” he starts to speak. “I’m sorry.” He did try his best to not show his face, not let it leak—it affected him more than anybody else, of course he didn’t want it.

Sunwoo sighed. “This is fucked.”

Juyeon quickly pulled out his phone and checked the website, where he saw a few comments, doxxing him: that’s Lee Juyeon, he goes to SNU. He immediately deleted the comment off the site, but didn’t know how to handle more.

“What are you going to do if mom finds out?” Sunwoo probed. “Or Hyunjae.”

“They can’t!” Juyeon suddenly grew desperate to get out of this situation. If only he could turn back time and stop people from finding him…

“How much do you make?” Sunwoo started to ask, which Juyeon didn’t hear.

Sunwoo sighed, as if trying to be patient. Then, he says: “give me some of your money.”

Juyeon suddenly turned to his youngest brother. “What?!”

“You make a shit ton camming, don’t you? I’ve watched enough girls to know you do.”

“I don’t—” Juyeon stuttered, but no sound came out.

“Just give me a share,” Sunwoo demanded. “Or mom and Hyunjae finds out, I swear.”

Juyeon felt defeated, but he slowly reached for his wallet, where he had taken out a good amount of his balance, just for him to spend for the month. “Is… 400 okay?”

Sunwoo laughed. “More than okay! You got more, though?”

Juyeon showed him the emptiness of the bottom of his wallet, but Sunwoo was unsatisfied. “You gotta have more. What is it, online banking? Show my cashapp some love.”

“Sun—”

“I’ll tell mom,” Sunwoo says, a threat this time. “Can you imagine if she found out? She’d disown you. Kick you out of this apartment. Where would you go then, Cinderella boy?”

Juyeon just looked forlornly at the balance of his online bank, and Sunwoo snatched the phone from the older boy himself, and transferred it away into his own.

Juyeon tried to protest, but couldn’t fathom anything coherent. He was fucked this way, anyway.

“Tell me when you stream again,” Sunwoo says as he snaps Juyeon’s phone shut. “I want a share, too.” Then he was out the door, which Juyeon didn’t notice until he heard the slam of it.

He just sat on his bed for a long time, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t know what to do for the rest of his streaming career. He couldn’t just keep giving everything he makes to Sunwoo.

But if people found out, he would lose his job working for you, and that would hurt the most—disappointing you and losing you, not getting to see you weekly…

Fishing in his pockets, Juyeon found the money you had given him for coffee. He didn’t buy one when you offered it to him, because he wanted to keep the bill. And frame it. No one’s ever been so nice to him before…

He lay on his bed, the note in his palm, and reached out to cup it in his hands every now and then, to remind himself that there was still some good in the world. With Sunwoo taking his money, he was furthest away from his dream of moving out than ever. Before he knew it, he was crying. He hated feeling not good enough for you, he hated that he was so vulnerable, never having the upper hand, always having to listen to what other people demanded of him, like he didn’t even have a mind of his own.

Juyeon pulls out his phone a second time, and, in lightning-fast clicks, deletes his channel, quickly typing in his password to confirm. And then he was out.

Juyo wasn’t there anymore.

Tell me what you want to see in part 2 maybe? <33333 thanks for reading I thank you from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottom. Of my. liver.

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Get you alone

sub!reader x dom!juyeon

smut | nsfw | mdni

marking, slight smell kink, hand kink (have you seen juyeon's hands... they were made to be worshiped), pet names, oral (f), begging, taboo relationship (professor/student), tensionnnnn

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

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What the fuck were you doing?

You knew this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to do that. From the small glass window of the classroom door it looked like nothing more than a professor giving in-depth explanations of a subject that was difficult to grasp. It looked completely normal, completely natural.

You and Juyeon both hunched over this book, his brows deeply furrowed as he was reading over the passage that was giving him some trouble.

But the situation was much more than what met the eyes… you both knew that.

After weeks on end of Juyeon relentlessly trying to get to you, you finally let your guard down. You both knew that asking him to stay after class to clarify one of his questions was merely an excuse to get him alone.

He knew that too but still played along. He didn’t want to scare the little bird away by being too blunt, too abrupt. Not now, not when he was so close to you. So close he felt the warmth of your body radiating to his and your breath brushing on his neck. So close he could just reach for you.

Since the beginning of the semester he spent hours in your office or in class, being the most diligent student there could be. All of his advances were subtle but still noticeable. He’d asked to see you after class or to read over a paper he had due just to be near you. And when it was the case he would flash the most charming of smiles, wear the most enchanting of colognes and put spells over you by looking intensely at you with his sharp cat-like eyes. Sometimes sounding and deciphering your gaze, sometimes staring at your lips.

But every time Juyeon wanted to go a step further you would shut him down, never harshly but still clearly. You would hurry him to not be late to his next class or just excuse yourself pretexting another meeting. Many times there were ploys to keep your frantic heart at bay. Because you would have lied if you said you never busied your hands to relieve yourself to the thought of him in your office while his scent was still lingering in the air made thick with tension. You imagined his big and large palms roaming over your body, having it their way with you. One wrapped around your neck and the other one buried deep into your folds. But that Juyeon never knew. He never needed to know.

Because as far as he was concerned you were as solid as a rock. Not once you let him even brush his hands against yours or lean in to take a whiff of your jasmine perfume.

You maintained a perfectly professional relationship.

Up until now.

It was a first and Juyeon could barely believe his ears when you were the one asking for him to stay after class. You remember clearly his sharp eyes turning round with surprise.

And now you were both here… Pretending… Neither of you listened to the mechanical answer you were giving and the foreseeable questions Juyeon was asking.

But he was the first to cave in.

You caught him staring at your lips again, his tongue glossing over his own and you just stopped functioning. The automatic replies stopped and silence fell.

“I really want to kiss you right now” he said, finally putting into words what he has been repressing for months. Finally letting the words spill over his lips and burn his tongue.

Such unexpected honesty startled you and you found yourself staggering backwards, hitting your back against the white board. Juyeon immediately jumped to you to keep you from hurting your head, big gentle hands wrapping carefully around your body.

You have nowhere to run to give your heart a breather or relieve the tension steadily building in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself staring back at his lips, made pink and shimmery.

Eyes begging for him to finally lean in and kiss you. That's what you wanted. You’ve been wanting it so bad.

“Tell me what you want” Juyeon breathed out. Refusing to let you hide again. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear from you that you wanted him too. That the things he felt those past few months were not a product of his imagination. He needed to know it was real.

“I want you to kiss me” you murmured, caving in, matching his honesty.

He seemed to be hesitant one more split second but was inexorably attracted to your lips. When you finally linked, the kiss felt exactly like this moment. True, pure and awaited. An unmentionable fantasy finally materialized.

Juyeon’s big hand around your nape gently pushing you further into the embrace eager to taste all of you, eager to mark with a white hot iron his memory with your taste, your scent and the rhythm of your heart. And you completely melted into him, your head was spinning, losing yourself but never wanting to find your way out ever again.

While one of his hands was gently rubbing your nape the other one was swiftly slipping under your flowy blouse. The contact of Juyeon’s warm digits glazing over your bare skin brought you back. You caught his wrist in your trembling hand.

“W-we shouldn’t-” you started. But Juyeon interrupted you with another kiss.

“I’ll take care of you” he smiled at you, creasing his eyes in little crescent moons. “I promise” he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

And you completely let go. You crashed your lips on his. Resolved to throw yourself into this, into the abyss, into him.

Juyeon’s hands busied themselves unbuttoning your blouse and took a step back when he was done. He unclasped your black lace bra at the front, revealing your breasts to him. He cursed under his breath as his eyes were drinking in your form.

“You’re so perfect y/n” he whispered.

It was such a weird experience to hear your first name spill from his lips for the first time. You were so used to him calling you by your last name like a respectful student. You never imagined it could have that kind of effect on you. You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

Without hesitation he latched onto one of your nipples, leaving purple and blue love bites all over your skin, claiming your body and marking you as his. You threw your head back as the tingling sensations kept on building up in your stomach. Your center throbbing with every flick of his tongue.

Soon Juyeon moved south, he kissed down your midriff, your belly button and your lower stomach. With his hands wrapped around your hips he guided you to be leaning against your desk. He rolled your pencil skirt up your hips to uncover the delicate matching black lace panties you were wearing. With a gentle hand he pushed your thighs open.

You breath hitched at the thought of finally feeling him where you’ve wanted him for so long. Recounting the countless times you imagined him in this very same place in your office, doing the exact same thing he was about to do to you.

He planted a soft kiss on your clothed center and buried his nose onto the noticeable wet patch of cloth and took in a deep long breath.

“Fuck you smell so sweet” husky deep voice laced with lust. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

You felt yourself quiver and gush out even more. You gasped when he pulled on the thin fabric and you found yourself completely exposed to his avid eyes, darkend with desire.

“Dripping wet just for me?” he asked looking back up at you and you nodded bashfully.

When his long slick tongue made contact with your entrance you wanted to explode. His wet tongue slightly cooler than your quivering center gathering your taste at the entrance and slowly making its way to your bundles of nerves.

“Juyeon” you moaned his name.

“Good girl” he praised, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

At first he was slow and steady, taking his time tasting you, getting to know what you reacted to but as time passed he became hungrier, more restless. He started to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking it gently as you moaned louder and louder, lust completely clouding your judgment.

“Fuck” you cried out.

“Say my name again” he said while slowing down. This time you were the one losing patience.

“Please..” you squirmed,

“Say it y/n” he demanded, his big strong hands inflicting a commanding grip on your thighs. You bit your lips as your heart skipped a beat at his stern tone.

“Juyeon please more” you begged.

“Such a good girl for me” he dived into you again. This time there was no way you could contain yourself. Your hand flew to entangle with his shiny black locks. Your feet pushing his face even deeper into you. The way his tongue moved on you was overwhelming.

“Are you gonna cum?” he asked when he felt your clit throb under his tongue not parting himself from you.

“Yesss” you whined.

“Then cum for me Baby” he ordered.

And you melted into his mouth, completely losing yourself among the overwhelming wave of pleasure taking over you as your walls clenched around nothing.

Juyeon stood again and kissed you, you tested yourself on his lips, drowning into this sinful taste.

“I hope you aren’t too tired. Because I’m far from done”

A/N: it was so hard not to write more for this one ughhh i hope you enjoyed this one i really like how it turned out! follow and turn notifications if you like my content and also please come say hi <3

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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Seventeen reacts to their s/o's cat hating them

Ok I just randomly had this idea and have to write it down lol! hope you guys enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this

Seungcheol:

when your cat hissed and ran away from him he felt almost hurt omg

"What did I do wrong??"

wants to give your cat some space but also wants to befriend it asap

gets scratched

takes that as a hint to not bother the cat

when you two are cuddling on the couch the cat will scratch him just for being too close to you

"WHAT DID I EVEN DO??"

since then he side-eyes the cat every time he sees it but still loves them because he knows your cat just wants the best for you lol

Jeonghan:

as soon as he walked into your place, your cat gave him an angry meow

tbh Jeonghan was just amused at how angry your little cat sounded

"Wow Y/N, it sounds just like you when you're angry"

that earned him a playful smack from you

makes weird faces at the cat whenever its around for some reason

"Stop bothering the cat Jeonghan!"

"What? It's giving me a look..."

your cat has just been staring him down since he's arrived lol

eventually he warms up to the cat

but the cat still doesn't like him lol

your cat goes as far as attacking Jeonghan's leg but Jeonghan simply lets it attack him

"If this makes it feel powerful then who am I to take that power away?" he says as the cat continues to grab his leg lol

Joshua:

he looks forward to meeting your cat ever since you told him about it

but as soon as they lock eyes with one another your cat runs away

"Noooo where are you going?" he asks as he looks for the cat

this makes the cat hide even more

basically your shy cat will not be out in the open if Joshua is present

"Y/N, pretend I'm about to leave and let's see if the cat will come out."

"Josh, do you really think you can fool my cat?"

you guys try out his plan but your shy cat can still smell his presence

he feels bummed initially that your cat won't warm up to him

but eventually he turns it into a joke

"Here's Joshy!" he'd yell whenever he'd come over causing the cat to run away

honestly your cat actually appreciates the warning sign to hide

Jun:

I just know this man will be hurt and offended when your cat doesn't like him

will do ANYTHING just to pet your cat

doesn't care if he's scratched, hissed at, or bit

just wants your cat's love okay

"Y/N whyyy does it hate me??" he'd sulk :(

"Maybe you smell weird"

uses that as an excuse to cuddle so your cat will be more familiar with his scent lol slick

ofc you agree haha but still it doesn't work your cat still hates him

eventually sorta gets over it but still wants to one up the cat for jokes

"Okay (cat's name), you win, but just so you know, Y/N loves me more!"

Hoshi:

seeing as this man literally thinks he's a tiger, he thinks he and your cat will be the best of buddies

he was dead wrong

as he tried to pet your cat he was given a scratch in return

acts all dramatic and sulky

"Y/N it scratched me" he sulked as he showed you the new scratch on his hand

you feel bad so you baby Soonyoung and give him a bandage and a kiss

Soonyoung still didn't learn his lesson to back off

constantly annoys your cat omg he can't take a hint

it kind of becomes a playful game at this point

you cat tries to attack him and he attempts to dodge

at this point you learn that cats can beat tigers lol

Wonwoo:

oh boy

prepare for this man to be the sulkiest baby when your cat doesn't like him

we all know how much Wonu loves cats and seeing your cat hate him makes him feel all the emotions

he feels offended, hurt, betrayed even but internalizes those feelings lol

he tries to get your cat to like him with new toys and treats but he got no love in return

sometimes you'd just be cuddling and he'd go

"Y/N why does (cat's name) hate me?"

honestly you have no answer

despite this, throughout your relationship Wonwoo will keep doing anything to win your cat's love, even if he gets hissed at :,)

Woozi:

tbh he totally understands where your cat is coming from when it hissed and ran away from him

he won't tell you he feels slightly hurt tho

tries to play it cool

"Oh (cat's name), nice to-"

*cat hisses and runs away and hides

"...not see you."

his reaction just makes you laugh

you're low-key kinda glad your cat doesn't like him

because that means Jihoon will pay more attention to you lol

DK:

he's always been more of a dog person, but mannnn was he smiling thru the pain when your cat tried to smack him

kinda taken aback at first cause animals usually love him

but then he's worried if he did something wrong

"Oh my gosh Y/N did I scare your cat?? I am so sorry I-"

"Seokmin all you did was just stand there"

you explained to him your cat takes time warming up to people

surprisingly gives your cat enough space

but your cat is a little evil and stares him down constantly

ESPECIALLY when Seokmin is a little too close

he's lowkey more scared to be near you around your cat than your parents!

Mingyu:

another dog person, is absolutely offended when your cat tries to claw at his beautiful face

"DID YOU SEE THAT Y/N??"

since that day forward, your cat and Mingyu have developed a love hate relationship

Mingyu loves that you love your cat and loves the way your cat curls up to you

he's also super jealous of the fact that a goddamn CAT is stealing you from him

he'll playfully stick his tongue out at your cat whenever it comes into the room

you once asked him why he did this

"idk I'm establishing dominance or something"

Minghao:

animals and babies love this guy so when Hao finds out that your cat of all animals hates him he is BAFFLED

wonders where he went wrong when your cat hissed at him

lowkey really hurt aw

googles how to befriend a cat and tries all the steps but your cat is too busy being a hater

after nothing works, he tries to brush it off like he doesn't care

"Fine then (cat's name), be like that"

his eyes light up when he thinks your cat is about to warm up to him only to be fooled when your cat tries to attack his foot

still has hope that one day your cat will love him the harder he tries not to care lol

Seungkwan:

he's sooo eager to meet your cat but is bamboozled when your cat darts away suddenly

assumes that your cat is shy, so when he goes to look for it he is met with a hissy cat

his hand has never retracted faster lol

"WOAH!" he says with widened eyes

you laugh at the sight before you as your drama king of a boyfriend rambles about how his hand could have been severed

Seungkwan tries to give you cat a second chance by trying to play with it with toys

that turns out to be a big failure when your cat just looks at him like he's crazy

rolls his eyes and becomes a little sulky and jealous once he sees your cat act nice to you lol

"Hello!? I'm right here!" he jokes as your cat gives him a death stare

lowkey stays scared of your cat lol but hopes that the cat will warm up to him

Vernon:

he LOVES cats!! he's so happy to meet your cat

until your cat tries to attack his hand

"Oh god! Chill!" he exclaims as he pulls his hand back

reassures the cat that he's not an enemy and won't hurt it

your cat is having none of that as it sassily walks away from him

"Well I can see where your attitude comes from..."

"Hey!"

he still wants your cat to love him so he even goes out of his way to buy toys!

your cat won't play with the toys with Vernon but he'll play with you

he feels a little sulky but as a cat lover he knows that some cats are just moody

has a lot of faith your cat will eventually befriend him, but who knows when that's gonna happen?

Dino:

upon meeting your cat, he thinks its an absolute angel until it lets out the unfriendliest meow he's ever heard

he's left agape as your cat darts away

"Uh...did I say something?"

for some reason your cat always gives Chan the death glare or a side eye

poor Chan is just confused why your cat hates him like???

initially he felt kinda offended but once he realizes your cat won't change he'll playfully go along with the cat's act

if your cat decides to give him the death stare guess what?

Chan is now giving it a death stare

thus the stare off begins

tbh their whole relationship is just stare offs

you hope your cat will one day fall in love with those kind eyes the way you did

but with your cat, anything goes.

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i want to ride dk's pretty face so bad

with that nose of his? he'd be the best pussy eater in svt change my mind

Pairing: lsk x fem!reader

Word Count: ~2700

Rating: M (18+ MINORS DNI)

AN: heyyy…. idk if u just wanted to chat about this but i had to write it so i hope thats okay! i know there's plenty of facesitting + seokmin fics out there but one more can never hurt so here we go! thank you for coming into my inbox ily!!

Seokmin laid on his back, fingers tapping on his stomach and mind wandering, while you finished up your nightly routine in the bathroom. He was a bit nervous, which wasn’t abnormal for him, but the reason he was nervous was definitely new.

Seokmin wanted to ask you something, and he wasn’t sure how you’d respond. You were always enthusiastic and confident in the bedroom, happy to take charge or happy to let him lead. But tonight, he wanted to ask you to do something you’d never done before, with him anyway.

It all started when he was away, missing you and hoping porn would fill the void while you were unavailable for a call. It normally wasn’t enough, the sounds weren’t right and the girls didn’t look like you, and his imagination was great, but not good enough to pretend it was him and you and not two random people. That night though, he stumbled on something that made him harder than he could normally get without you around, something that made him cum so fast it was almost unsatisfying. But then he imagined doing it with you and he was hard again, jerking his cock almost frantically and picturing the view he would have if it was you. The second time around, he came hard enough to make his vision white out and his head spin.

Seokmin was almost embarrassed by his reaction to the video, and furtively added it to his bookmarks then tried to forget it. He couldn’t though, and now here he was, twiddling his thumbs and trying to calm his racing heart while he worked up the nerve to ask you to sit on his face.

He was already shamefully hard just thinking about it, and there was no way he could hide it from you without rolling onto his stomach.

Seokmin had already tried that though, and the friction just made him more sensitive and needy, so he stayed on his back and reminded himself that you love him and you’d never be mean to him (in a way he didn’t like, that is).

The bathroom light switched off and you appeared in the doorway, face fresh and dewy from your skincare and a sleepy smile stretching your lips. Seokmin can tell when exactly you notice his hard on, because your eyebrows raise and your smile becomes a smirk that just makes him harder. He presses his head into the pillow and whines, shy in front of you even after all this time, moving his hands to cover himself. You’re quicker than him though, and before he knows it you’re crawling onto the bed to straddle his thighs and settle yourself on his dick.

You’re so hot already, Seokmin can feel you even through three layers of fabric, and he can’t stop his hands from flying to your hips to pull you down harder against him. You can make him cum like this and you both know it, have washed enough sheets to last a lifetime, but that’s not what he wants tonight, so he stills your hips with an iron grip and takes a deep breath.

You stare down at him quizzically, opening your mouth to ask him what’s wrong, when he blurts out, “sit on my face, please?”

The smirk freezes on your face, your eyes growing wide and your fingernails digging into his chest in a way that makes him buck up into you, before you gather yourself and ask calmly, “say that again, Minnie?”

Seokmin blanches at the thought of having to say that sequence of words again, but you’ve always been a stickler for communication in bed and he knows you’re not trying to embarrass him. So, he gulps and kneads at the flesh of your hips like a stress ball, before repeating himself, “Honey, will you please sit on my face?”

Your smirk becomes a smile again and you narrow your eyes at him, starting a slow, deep grind again with your hips. Seokmin doesn’t have it in him to make you stop again, it just feels too good and if this is all he gets tonight, he’ll go to sleep happy.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” You ask slyly, like you know it’s been months and just want to hear him say it.

“Uhm, not that long,” Seokmin lies, his eyes shifting and corners of his mouth drawing down into a grimace. One of your hands smooths from his chest to gently hold his jaw and force him to make eye contact with you, your gaze penetrating and all knowing.

“Okay so, maybe since I was gone,” Seokmin exhales in a rush, unable to break eye contact with you and knowing better than to lie again. Your nails scratch over the stubble on his jaw, like a reward, and he leans into your touch unconsciously.

“Thank you for telling me, baby,” You breathe as you bend down to place a whisper of a kiss on his lips. He arches up into your lips, trying to coax you to kiss him harder, like you mean it, but you pull away, and Seokmin swallows his disappointed groan.

He can’t swallow the exultant whine that leaves him, though, when you sit up on your knees to slowly tug your pajama shorts down. His eyes track the fabric as it moves, exposing more and more of your luscious skin until his fourth favorite part of your body is revealed (heart, eyes, lips, pussy).

Seokmin can see you glistening already, your folds spread with the way you’re straddling him, and his hands slide from your hips down to your cunt, thumbs pulling your lips further apart. He glides them up and down your slick center, dipping both into your entrance and gathering more wetness to smooth over your clit. He keeps one there, thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves and fingers stretched over your hip to press into your skin. His other hand moves down, middle and ring finger slipping into you with ease, and Seokmin bites back a moan when you start moving on his hand.

You’re so wet, he can hear the squelch over your breathing, and he can’t help but groan when he slides another finger into you and starts spreading you open. You’ve always opened up so beautifully for him, and Seokmin almost forgets what exactly he’d been after when you’d first sat down on him. You haven’t forgotten though, and you grab his wrist with one hand and sit back up on your knees, pulling his fingers from you. He tries to wrench his arm from your grasp to get a taste but you grip tighter, your nails pressing into his skin and making his dick twitch, and you raise a brow before asking softly, “I thought you wanted me to sit on your face, Minnie?”

Seokmin sucks in a gasp, swearing he can taste you on his tongue already, and nods frantically with a plea in his eyes and blown out pupils. He’s not above begging, he knows you know, and he honestly doesn’t think he’d mind doing it right now if it means he can get your pussy in his mouth.

It looks like he won’t need to though, because you shuffle forward to box his head between your knees, and Seokmin thinks he must’ve died and gone to heaven or nirvana or the good place or wherever because his next inhale smells like you and he can feel the soft skin of your thighs caress his ears. This is already better than his wildest dreams and he thinks if you suffocated him in your cunt right now he’d just thank you and ask for more. You’re still holding his wrist in your hand and you lean back, twisting around to tug the sheets and his boxers down before wrapping his still wet-with-you hand around his cock. You squeeze your hand over his once, turning your eyes to him and saying gently, “keep your hand there, okay, Minnie? If you need me to stop, just move it to my hips.”

You start inching down, stopping just before Seokmin can get his lips on you and he knows he needs to answer you, knows you’re looking for confirmation but all he can do is nod. His nose brushes your clit and he can feel you shiver around him, and suddenly your thighs relax and he’s enveloped in you. He can’t hear anything but your panting and the blood rushing through his ears, his eyes fighting to stay open through the onslaught of bliss as he stretches his tongue out to slide through your folds.

You taste exquisite, like always, but it’s different this time. Different when he’s surrounded by you like this, your pussy dripping into his mouth and your scent filling his nose and your weight on top of him, pressing him down into the bed and making him feel so safe and warm and loved.

Seokmin feels like he could cum just from this, just from all the sensations washing over him right now, and he wants to move his hand from his cock because it’s making everything harder (literally) but he knows you’ll stop and he’d rather die than lose this right now.

He can’t get enough, tongue dipping into your entrance gently before he loses all sense of self and just licks right into you ravenously, his nose bumping into your clit in time with his tongue, and he feels your hands delve into his hair, clenching tightly. Your cunt clenches too, pulsing around him and sending a shudder down his spine that he feels in his balls, and he realizes that it’s entirely possible he will cum from this.

Probable, even.

Seokmin doesn’t care, can’t care, when you start leaning into his movements and whimpering higher than he’s ever heard you, your fingers massaging his scalp and tilting his head back so you can get the perfect angle. He groans into you, loving that you’re taking what you want, dreaming about you using him like this again and again and again.

He shouldn’t get ahead of himself though, not before you’ve even cum once, so he stretches his tongue as far as it can go, tensing it inside you and grinding his nose into your clit. He can’t breathe, but who needs oxygen when he can taste your pussy on the air and feel your wetness sliding down his chin in rivulets to gather in the dip of his collarbones.

You’re crying now, Seokmin thinks, but isn’t sure because he might be crying too and all he can feel is you, your cunt on his face and your hands in his hair and your walls squeezing around his tongue. He can feel your clit throbbing on his nose, growing hard and swollen, and he slides his tongue out of your pussy to suction his mouth around you, bringing his free hand up to sink three fingers back into you from behind. Your hips jerk on top of him, and now he’s sure he’s crying, as you grind your pussy down into his mouth and start riding his fingers.

Seokmin can tell you’re getting close, knows you just need one tiny little push, and taps the tip of his tongue into your clit while curling his fingers into the rough patch inside you. Your thighs shudder around his ears, your cries reaching a fever pitch, and he feels you shatter on top of him, your wetness gushing out around his digits.

He pulls his fingers out and swiftly replaces them with his tongue, opening his mouth wide to catch everything leaking from you as he swirls your own wetness over your clit. You’ve never cum this hard before, except when he’s been edging you for hours, and Seokmin feels his mind go fuzzy as he drinks you in.

His fingers don’t stop though, and your orgasm doesn’t either, his tongue licking at your walls and seeking out more of the slickness dripping from within. Your back bows, your hair tickling at his forehead and your thighs twitching, as he drags you towards another climax. Normally, you need a bit of downtime before going again but he can already feel your walls quivering, your clit pulsing on the bridge of his nose, and he knows it won’t take long to break you again.

Seokmin digs his nose into your folds, rubbing the tip insistently at your clit and sliding his fingers back in alongside his tongue. Your cunt sucks him in deeper and he angles his chin up, shifting his jaw to rub over your perineum as he thrusts in and out, his tongue flicking between to draw more of your taste into his mouth.

You’re so wet he thinks he could fit a fourth finger, but decides to save that for next time because he can feel you nearing the crest again, feel your pussy clamp down so tight he can’t move his fingers. He curls them instead, squeezing his tongue through the spaces between and pushing his nose into your clit so hard he hears your muffled scream even through the thighs pressing over his ears.

It’s enough to make you cum again, and you collapse over him as your pussy floods his fingers and his mouth, his gasping breaths puffing out against your folds while the slickness seeping from you drips down his neck onto the sheets. Your cunt is still pulsing around him and Seokmin’s never felt more out of his body, out of his mind, as his hips arch up into the hand around his cock and he breaks too. His cum shoots out, painting his stomach white and dribbling into the grooves of his abs, his dick twitching in his grasp and throbbing with the heartbeat he can feel in his throat.

Seokmin is still coming back to himself when he realizes he really can’t breathe, and, as it seems you’re incapable of moving, shimmies down the bed to escape your thighs. He sits up, feeling your release drip down his neck to mix with his, and you roll onto your back in time to see him gather some up with two of his fingers and slide them into his mouth. Your whine is louder than his, even though you’re not the one with the most immaculate flavor of all time exploding on your tongue, and he decides that you deserve to taste it too. So he dips back into the mess on his stomach and takes your face in his hand, locking his eyes with yours as he pushes his thumb between your lips to pull your jaw down, sliding his fingers inside to press on your tongue. You close around him, your eyes fluttering shut as you grasp his wrist in your hand and suck his fingers deeper into your mouth.

Seokmin’s spent cock twitches against his hip, and he forces himself to breathe through the shudder rolling down his spine as you lick between his fingers, his brain screaming that he’d just done the same, except both were inside of you.

Nothing could ever be better than this, Seokmin thinks, until he’s sinking into the hot bath with your back against his chest and his cock buried deep within you, your breaths evening out until he knows you’re sleeping peacefully. He can hear the sheets tumbling in the wash, feel your heart thud against his, see your breasts rise and fall, and leans his head back to join you in slumber, knowing the buzz of the washer will wake you both before the bath gets too cold.

AN: i'll be working on my 800 follower celebration requests and then focusing on Cheers! for the next few weeks but feel free to send in thots, suggestions, or requests (check link in bio first pls) and i'll get to them when i can!

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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who fucks you

➝ enhypen, txt, seventeen, nct dream + the boyz

as a punishment

your legs ached at the strain of having to hold it midway in the air, red handprints already embedded into your plush thighs an hour ago, a consequence of lying back on the bed with your lower body facing outwards.

if only you listened the first time, you thought to yourself. you should have not pushed him further when he was already mad. they say not to kick a sleeping dog, because it leads them to go feral, but there was no quote that fit your situation. don’t annoy your boyfriend with jealousy issues already any further. and it seemed as if you forgot the rules implented in your relationship ages ago, and it was time you knew your place.

which was not feeling up against his friends, for that matter. the way you looked at his main vocalist, or rubbed arms against his lead dancer. shit. he nearly busted a lung holding in the scream from witnessing you talk to his best friend from a different group, who was more than happy to endulge you in his charismatic personality.

“a-ah! im sorry baby!” you cry out, as he continued to slam his huge cock down your tight cunt. you were already numb from the mindless groping of your clitoris, which consisted of you being forced to grip on the headrest as he made you receit every mistake you commited at that dreadful company party. now, he got you on your back, legs bent and arms holding it upwards, as he fucked you into the soft crisp sheets, contrasting with your sweaty nude figure. “please-”

“you think an apology suffice?” he chuckles as he slowed down, leaving his cock limp inside you. “an apology fucking suffices for the hours of torment you put me through?” you tried to focus on his words through the sound of your sobs, losing it at the pulse of his dick that you could feel everywhere, like his pulse and yours was in union. “you think i fucking forgive you, yn?” your name rolls out his mouth like cigarette smoke, a disgusted tone lacing his words. he began to lean over the floor, shuffling his hands around for a second before pulling out a leather belt, ones he was ripping out of his dress pants just hours prior.

“turn over, and if you can take ten hits like a good girl, i think about giving your bitchslut apology some attention.”

YEONJUN, jeno omfg… jeonghan, hoshi, sunwoo, taehyun, jake (he spit in your mouth too €~€~€) renjun, woozi tbh

as an apology

it did hurt. and he knew that.

to attend a event gathering, with some companies combining the guest list, so excited to meet his members and other close friends after constant delays in previous plans, in your new dress and a fresh wave of confidence. all for it to be killed the moment she stepped foot out that door.

they were mcs, him and the girl idol. and everyone knew. those who shipped them did it because of their chemistry. others just found them purely attractive together. and it stinged. but he told you it was always you, and that the only reason he was being comfortable on camera was for fanservice.

you tried to believe that, truly. but it was hard when they so comfortably shouted out each others names after brief moment of eye contact across the room. the look of disbelief his members had witnessing him leave his significant other to greet his so called fanserviced friend with another level of energy. fuck, did it hurt. to sit at the table and chew on stale appetisers as she chatted the night away with him and other idols who were also mcs.

and he knew. maybe that’s why he went soft today. the guilt ate him up at disregarding your existence for a friend he haven’t seen in a while, or for a friend who he enjoyed working with. and he felt shame. that he didn’t remember to pull you aside and introduce you to them. he wasn’t embarrassed of you, but he simply forgot.

“i’m sorry angel.” his voice is husky and tainted with the sound of guilt. “m so fucking sorry.” for forgetting you when it should have been a day for you. after all those unexpected events and clashed timetables, he should have raised eyebrows with his entrance with you. but instead, he made you look like a substitute mc, a staff member, a fucking joke. so when you tugged him aside and told him you felt like going home with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, he snapped out of his extroverted haze and looked to his friends, who had eyes of confusion, and hurriedly said goodbye.

he muttered masses of sorries as he fingered you til you were dripping down his wrist, and when he was laying you gently down the propped up pillows. he said his sorries when he pushed in, and felt your walls immediately tighten at the unexpectly big intruder. yet it didn’t feel like enough. you were skin to skin, yet you couldn’t help but feel like worlds apart. “i love you.” he could only whisper, the tension being too stiff to dissemble.

he leaned his head over as he continued to fit in his cock, tredging inch by inch, til you could feel his pelvis bone. he could see your eyes well up with a fresh batch of tears, and neither of you could tell if it was from the pain of his lubricated entrance or his words. he felt pure, utter, shame. did you forgive him? his forehead felt cold against yours, and he could feel the stress from your thoughts move to his. he waited in silence for a minute as he continued to move his hips to the beat, savouring the moments he was allowed inside your beautiful pussy, in case it was his last. fear trickled into his chest, tightening it as he thought of how undesirable he must be after this. it wasn’t until he felt you slither your fingers into his, and interlock it, could he let out a breath of relief he didn’t knew he was holding.

“m sorry, my angel. sorry for making you cry.”

SUNG FUCKING HOON. SOOOBIN!! juyeon, also yeonjun help, hyunjae? jaemin. jeonghan ASWELL

as a reward

“my smart girl.” he groans out as he massaged his red and veiny cock, getting hard at the sight of you laid out like you were born for this. “such a intelligent girl, getting into your dream school.” you couldn’t believe it either, nodding at his compliment as you revived the ecstasy of this morning when you opened a email from a school you applied to, saying that your application was accepted. after hours upon hours of studying, and restless nights that left the both of you feeling more distant than ever, you cried tears at the application getting in. you spent a long time hunched over the kitchen tables, with tears in your eyes and a unhealthy amount of caffeine in your bloodstreams, that he was as equally excited to know that the work paid off. you can finally lie back and relax, because he was gonna take care of you.

“so proud of you, sweetheart.” he rubbed your clit soothingly as he pushed into you, the stretch making you yelp. “you did it. you made it baby.” your face was puffy from crying earlier, but it seemed like your boyfriend wanted to make you wake up with a balloon face, with the way his words touched you. you could only nod and let out noises of affirmation, too drunk on his cock to think of anything beyond the adrenaline.

“my baby so out of it, ain’t she?” he hummed, amused at how unresponsive you were. he began to thrust into you at a stronger pace, a chuckle slipping out of his lips at your noises of surprise. “it’s okay, you don’t need to think. you did enough for today.” he took your hand and placed it to his lips, kissing it passionately before retracting it onto the pillow. “gonna do our future family so proud, aren’t you?”

“yeah!” you hiccuped, too preoccupied with his cock pistoling into you to care about his congratulations speech. “i love you.” you whine out, a tear slipping from your eye as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, effortlessly wiping it away with his thumb before placing it on your lips. “kiss your hard work, my smart girl.” he says sultry, before placing a kiss onto your forehead. “i love you too.”

wonwoo, vernon, seungkwan, JOSHUA (half of svt basically), haknyeon, HEESUNG, HAE-CHAN, changmin, hueningkai

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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recs masterlist

⇥ [ the boyz ] ⇤

⇥ [ tomorrow x together ] ⇤

⇥ [ enhypen ] ⇤

⇥ [ stray kids ] ⇤

⇥ [ nct ] ⇤

⇥ [ group mix ] ⇤

heads up: i never do idol x idol because i don’t wanna assume anything of them so there won’t be any recs of those. therefore all of them will have a reader. please understand. happy reading!

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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the boyz (group)

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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the world needs more hyunjae juyeon changmin sunwoo smut😭any fic rec?I need them I'm too h0rny for these b0ys...

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #juyeon smut #hyunjae smut

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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pairing rugby player! lee juyeon x reader

the bro code says that you aren't supposed to like your best friends ex right ? but what if juyeon starts to develop feelings for a certain someone that should be off-limits, what's next ?

genre social media au, fluff, slight angst, my horrible attempt at crack LAWL

starring the boyz juyeon, hyunjae, eric seventeen seungkwan txt yeonjun, taehyun, beomgyu aespa ningning p1harmony keeho

status completed !

warnings cussing, but please note that these arent the actual representation of the idols as everything is fictional

profiles !

[yn] chickenless head [juyeon] boyz to men

chapters !

01 you da one

02 get a grip

03 #toxicbehaviour

04 sharing is caring

05 MAYDAY

06 are u a sofa ?

07 guys where did ningning go :(((

08 [ dreamily sighs ]

09 boba

10 run !

11 say sike rn

12 reasons, reasons

13 no bad intentions

14 please kill me

15 seaweed soup

16 ouch

17 head in the game

18 ( final ! ) point and laugh

[ epilogue ]

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08skrr · 2 years ago

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the three branches of government

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08skrr · 3 years ago

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We Were Destined To Fall (But I'll Catch You)

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader

Featuring: Seokjin, Seokmin, Joshua

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, hint of fluff, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, implied F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining/jealousy/implied love triangle (w/Seokmin), angel!joshua

Warnings: Kind of implied smut (they both wake up undressed – you can imagine what happened the night before LOL), mentions of injuries/scars (Jeonghan got his wings ripped off ☹), mentions of weapons, briefly proofread so expect some grammar errors in there somewhere - please let me know if there's more. This one's kind of dark!

Also please note, though this drabble is not meant to be religious, there are religious references (e.g. angels, heaven vs hell, devil, mentions of multiple deities rather than one). They are not accurate nor do they necessarily represent mine or SVT's beliefs. All religions are welcomed here.

WC: ~1.6K

A/N: I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF 😳 As you can tell, I was sent into deep Jeonghan brainrot after that first 'HOT' teaser 🥴 MAN'S IS SO FINE. In all seriousness though, if . . . y'all like this enough . . . ya know . . . a drabble series . . . maybe? 👀 Your thoughts and feedback are always appreciated :)

**This drabble is subject to rewrite if I find the heart and energy to flesh out a full plot.

It was odd to see him like this.

His usually neatly combed jet black hair was disheveled and veiled the porcelain skin of his forehead, while his dark long lashes that usually framed his round ice blue eyes laid flat, kissing the apples of his cheeks. The mischievous smile that played on his red-tinted lips was settled into a small plush pout, a gentle snore seeped through his teeth. His breath was steady with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest – you could feel the tickle brushing across your own cheeks.

For the first time in several days, Jeonghan finally looked at peace as he laid here by your side. One side of his face was pressed into the tan pillow. The faded blue wool blanket must’ve fallen off his form while he shuffled in his sleep as it hung loosely at his mid-back, exposing the rough, maroon colored scars on either of his shoulder blades. Out of curiosity, you lifted your pointer finger and traced along the one closest to you, the mottled and disfigured skin felt foreign against the smooth pads of your fingertip. Your mind wandered as your finger lingered along the ridges and plains of these seemingly painful marks, wondering just what the story was behind them. They were positioned oddly parallel and symmetrical to one another, yet appeared ruthlessly inflicted, as if someone dragged a knife straight through either sides of his back. Occasionally, your skin caught on something sharp, eliciting a brief wince and hiss of distress from Jeonghan’s sleeping form. Immediately, you pulled back – a small bone of some sort, you assumed, though you knew no human had bones in that area of their backs.

Despite his appearance, you knew one thing was for sure about this strange being who sauntered his way into your heart: He was no man.

“You’re awake,” Jeonghan cooed, asking more than he was saying.

You brought your hand back to your body, tugging the blanket over your bare chest. A soft hum left your lips as you offered him a tender smile �� though he couldn’t necessarily see you yet with his eyes still shut.

He could imagine it, however. Wanting it to be the first thing he saw this morning, Jeonghan forced open one, his eyelid hanging heavy over his vision. It was foggy at first as his pupils adjusted to the dim light of dawn.

“Hi angel,” Jeonghan greeted you, followed by a low and groggy chuckle when he noticed you feigning a smirk at him. He knew the pet name irritated you, but he also knew you had grown fond of it. Even in the morning blur, you were radiant and beautiful. The afterglow of lust and love lingered on your skin like gold in a dim mine. If he didn’t see you here, each blink was ingrained with the sight of you in the depths of the night before, laying underneath him, moaning his name with your hair pooled around your head like a halo. The way your giggles tinkled reminded him of the bells that welcomed him to the gates of the gods – if he ever got the chance to go return there again.

Throwing an arm over your waist, Jeonghan tugged you close. You squirmed in his grasp, but he was determined, tightening his grip and pulling you over until you were flush against him. Your body heat radiated through the blankets, warming his skin that was always frigid. It was a strange sensation, warmth, but he learned to savor it. Jeonghan planted a firm and long kiss on your forehead before tucking your head under his chin, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.

He loved small moments with you like this – it made him feel . . . light.

Human.

If only he could stay here, with you in his arms.

If only life could be this simple.

Pulling away from you, Jeonghan untangled his arms from your body, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. You propped yourself up with one hand, the other clutching onto the bedsheets - as if he hadn't already seen all of you. His back muscles rippled, stretching the scars on his back, almost seeming like they would tear them further than they already were.

Unable to bear being away from him for too long (you had just finally got him back after all), you found yourself chasing after him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulder, stopping Jeonghan mid-way from buttoning his black shirt. Your lips brushed against the junction between his shoulders and his neck, sending chills down his back. Leaning back into your embrace, the corner of Jeonghan's lips curled up slightly as he brought a hand up to squeeze your forearms.

"Stay," you asked him, your voice muffled.

Jeonghan let out a light chortle. "I'll be back - I just need to go pay a friend a visit."

"Joshua?" you asked softly, truly clueless as to what became of him. However, he was the only friend you could recall Jeonghan talking about in the past.

A moment of silence passed as Jeonghan tried to calm the storm in his chest at the mention of his best friend - ex-best friend.

A traitor.

"No," Jeonghan finally choked.

Jeonghan turned in your hold to face you, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. Instinctively, you leaned into his gentle touch. His eyes traced along your pretty features: from your eyebrows to the slant of your nose, and the curve of your cherubic cheeks.

"Can I come with you?" you asked.

"It's . . . business, angel," Jeonghan explained. His gaze faltered from yours for moment. "I'm going to see Seokjin again."

"Ah," you nodded, understanding that meant 'no.' Slowly, you pulled back from his hold, an uneasy feeling settling across your chest. You knew Seokjin - a brilliant innovator, but a failed blacksmith because his head was always stuck in the clouds and could never get a bread and butter task fully completed. You remembered as a little girl, the weapons he forged for the King were banned a decade ago - deemed too dangerous for the common soldier.

What kind of business could Jeonghan want with him?

"Angel," Jeonghan called after you. He could sense you were upset.

But you didn't respond; only laying back down and turning your back to him. You loved Jeonghan, but you didn't love the way he kept secrets from you, let alone, his past - it was nearly as if he fell out of the sky and landed in yours and Seokmin's yard the first day you met him. Jeonghan already had so many and they were accumulating by the day.

"Hey," Jeonghan tried again, leaning over, brushing your forearms to soothe you - and he knew, you hated how he didn't tell you everything.

"How much longer?" you asked.

"Hm?" Jeonghan hummed, silently asking for clarity.

"How much longer do I have to wait to know the truth? Whatever you're doing?"

Jeonghan planted a kiss behind your ear. "Not much longer, angel - I promise." His lips to linger a little longer than usual. "I'll explain everything soon . . . I just . . . need a little more time. Please - be patient with me."

You finally turned to face him, your hands tucked under your cheek. A disappointed sigh left your lips because you were disappointed - in yourself more than him because you knew just how much you were willing to sacrifice for him. "You know I would wait centuries for you."

Jeonghan grinned. "And I, you."

Because he did.

He had - more times than you could fathom.

His pincer and hammer weighing heavily in his hands, Seokjin extended his upper body backwards in effort to relieve the tension bundling up in his lower back. The stove behind him burned ablaze behind the stone walls and metal frames, warming the room to unbearable temperatures. He swiped at the droplets of sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his forearm, blackened with ash and dirt.

Seven days.

Seven days was the deal that the fallen angel had struck with the poor blacksmith: A pair of wings for a chest of gold that would last him two lifetimes.

Today was the sixth day.

Seokjin had been working non-stop and tirelessly, sleeping in the makeshift cot in the corner of his workshop when he fell faint. Not once had he returned home to his wife and son during this time. Indeed, there was a sense of guilt for worrying his family and not being a proper father. However, he knew if he could manifest these wings, perhaps their lives would finally be different – better.

This in mind, Seokjin cracked his neck to the side once, quickly tugging his goggles over his eyes. He adjusted the sliver of metal on his anvil, clamping it between the pincers and struck it with the hammer again and again. A satisfying ‘tink’ rang repetitively throughout the room as he smoothed and shaped the metal into another feather of the wings. Every amount of force, every metallic feather, every gear, every bolt, and every screw holding the structure together – everything had to be calculated. These wings needed to be just light enough for flight, but also sturdy enough for protection. Seokjin had perfected the blueprint in a matter of hours; making it a reality was the challenge.

Lost in thought and focused on the task before him, the blacksmith failed to notice the guests at the entrance of his workshop: a human dressed in black, much similar to the young woman he had seen Jeonghan leaving with the week prior; the other, a heavenly being with doe-like eyes and a pair of snow white wings tucked behind him like the cape of a village hero.

“Kim Seokjin,” Joshua called. His voice was gentle, yet seemingly menacing and loud amidst the groans of machines and clashing of metal on metal.

Seokjin’s hammer landed on the anvil with a final clink, immediately stopping his welding. Cautiously, he turned his head to the side to face the ethereal stranger. An uncomfortable feeling lurched in his chest as he knew well enough, that despite that the grace and elegance presenting at his door, his own doom was pending. This angel held no ambience of affability like the one without wings.

“You’ve been called before the gods for striking a deal with the devil," Joshua announced.

Jeonghan should’ve known that seven days was more than enough time for Joshua to find you and tear you from his embrace once again.

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