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i don't like how my yeonjun wip turns out. that was supposed to be posted two weeks ago... reason why i have not yet released it

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ohh??? thank you for 300 followers !! more fics are coming

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𝐼𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟥𝟤𝓃𝒹 - hueningkai

ꕥ pairing: hueningkai x reader

ꕥ genres: angst angst angst don't read if you're sad

ꕥ warnings: open ending and you will end up with a wrenched heart i think

ꕥ wc: 1.3k

ꕥ a/n: happy new year!

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Snowflake glistens quietly over the city, blanketing the streets of Seoul in a soft, ethereal glow. You stand by the frosted window of the small café where you always spaced out in, staring out into the swirling flakes. Your breath fogs the glass as you traced invisible lines, fingers trembling from the cold that had seeped into your heart long ago.

It had been exactly eight months since Kai left—244 days since he had smiled at you for the last time. He had walked away on a blooming spring evening, his words ringing in your ears like an unsettling melody you couldn't forget. "I’d be back before December ends. Wait for me."

Your heart fluttered the moment he said that. The promise that he would come find you again, the desire for you to stay put, anticipate his comeback. Months passing by quickly as you can’t wait to see this year ends, so he could appear right before your eyes again.

But today’s December 31st. The last day of the year. He hasn't come back, you haven't moved on. How could you? You have been stuck, trapped in the same moment, the same heartbreak, as if time itself refused to carry you forward.

“I wish there’s December 32nd,” you mutter to yourself, voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the café. A day that didn’t exist, where time could stretch just a little longer, where you could find him again.

As if answering your unspoken wish, the bell above the café door jingles softly. You turn, your heart leaping for a moment before sinking again. It wasn’t him. Just another stranger barging in, escaping the cold.

The barista brings over a cup of hot chocolate, placing it gently in front of you. “Still waiting for someone?” she asks kindly, though she already knows the answer. You would come here every week, always alone, always seeming to be waiting for something, someone perhaps.

You nod, offering her a weak smile. “Maybe he’ll come back,” you reply, though the words feel hollow. The barista passes you a sympathetic smile, off to her shift later.

As the hours tick by and the snow falls heavier, the world outside the café seems to blur, as if reality itself is shifting. You finish your drink, wrapping your scarf a bit more snuggly as the weather gets cooler as it is approaching midnight. Your footsteps then lead you unknowingly to Han River, the sacred place where you last encountered Kai.

You sit on one of the benches there. There are families, couples, a group of friends and even people alone by themselves, yet they don’t seem as lonely as you. You keep glancing at your watch—and then here comes the midnight. January 1st. The sound of fireworks ignites your soul, laughter from people around Han River celebrating another year.

Your eyes blink rapidly at your phone, notifications and wishes from your loved ones chirping in. The screen shows it is January, but for you, it is still December. The last day of December, over and over again.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see him. His laughter as he ran through the snow, his scarf trailing behind him like a ribbon caught in the wind. The way your hand fit perfectly in his when you walked along the Han River, whispering dreams of a future that would never come.

The snow continues to swirl around you, settling in soft layers on your coat, the ground beneath your feet. It's as if the world itself has frozen in time, just like your heart. Your fingers numb from the cold, but you don't mind. The chill is familiar, a quiet companion to your silent waiting.

The distant sounds of fireworks from the city blend with the steady hum of the river, but it all feels distant, detached from the reality you're living in. You glance at your phone once more. There’s a text from your friend asking if you're okay. You haven’t responded. There's no need. No one understands the weight of what you’re carrying, the promise that has kept you rooted in place.

"I'll be back before December ends," he had said.

It was a simple promise, but promises were like threads in the wind—so easy to break, so fragile when you clung to them too tightly. The words ring in your mind again, more haunting this time, more distant. The wind picks up, biting at your face, and you pull your scarf tighter, the soft fabric doing little to warm your heart.

The lights from the city twinkle across the river, beautiful, lively, but they feel hollow to you now. You had imagined this night—this new year, this crossing of time—would be different. You had imagined he would be here, just as promised, pulling you into his arms and whispering how he had never stopped thinking of you. Perhaps you could even share a kiss together like in romantic movies.

But the truth is as cold as the weather. He's not here. He hasn't come.

A couple walks by, laughing, their joy echoing through the winter air, but it only deepens the ache inside of you. They don’t know. They don’t know the story you’re living—the one where time has stopped, where you are stuck in a loop of hope, waiting for someone who may never return.

You wonder, briefly, if he’s forgotten you. If he’s moved on with his life while you’ve stood still, waiting. But that thought, that fear, feels like a betrayal of the love you’ve kept for him. It’s too cruel to entertain, so you push it away. He promised. Promises are sacred, aren’t they?

A deep breath escapes your lips, fogging the air in front of you. You’re still here. You haven’t moved, haven’t given up, not yet. The cold doesn't bother you. It never has. The cold, like your waiting, has become a part of you, shaping you into someone who holds on, even when it feels like there's nothing left to hold.

Your fingers brush the familiar edge of your phone once more, but you hesitate. Another message, maybe? Perhaps Kai? Your heart leaps at the thought, but nothing. You lock the screen and shove the phone back into your pocket.

And then, in the distance, you hear footsteps.

At first, you think it’s just your mind playing tricks—your hope weaving illusions, creating something that isn’t really there. But the footsteps draw closer, unmistakable, as if each step was measured, deliberate.

You turn slowly, the sound of your own heartbeat loud in your ears. But it isn’t him. It’s another figure, a passerby, someone out to enjoy the night. Their laughter feels like a cruel reminder, so you avert your gaze, unwilling to look further.

Still, a part of you wonders, What if? A voice inside you—the one that still clings to hope, that refuses to let go—whispers, What if he’s just running late? What if he’s actually out there looking for you right now?

The thought makes your chest ache, a feeling so profound, so empty, you could almost cry. But you don’t.

Instead, you pull your coat around you tighter and settle into the bench, your eyes scanning the river, watching the reflections ripple gently. You don’t look at your phone. You don’t check the time again. You just sit there, waiting. And in the quiet of the night, amidst the murmurs of those celebrating around you, the snowflakes continue to fall, soft and steady.

A small part of you still believes—still hopes—that there’s a December 32nd, and that, when it comes, Kai will be there. But the night stretches on, the seconds ticking away, and the year is now over.

Your phone vibrates again, but you don’t check it. You don’t want to. Maybe, just maybe, Kai is out there, somewhere, waiting for you too.

And yet, the clock in your heart begs to turn into something impossible: December 32nd.

There’s no January 1 for you. Your calendar hasn’t ended. It’s December 32nd, 33rd. It’s still December until he comes back.

But what could you do when the year comes to an end, when you have to turn the last calendar page?

Still, Kai wouldn’t come.

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currently writing ^^

how do we feel of arranged marriage au with maybe... soobin 🫣

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Not made of glass - choi soobin

ꕥ pairing: choi soobin x afab reader

ꕥ genres: smut (basically pwp)

ꕥ warnings: soft!dom soobin to hard!dom, sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, big!dick soobin lol, oral m!receiving, so many petnames i melted, squirting, spanking

ꕥ wc: 2.9k

ꕥ a/n: the title is pretty much self-explanatory... my first smut for soobin! i want him so bad merry christmas to those celebrating!!

taglist: @hanhani29 @bloomngspring @hhoneyhan

A few months in since you started dating, Soobin is still ever the kind, composed and gentle boyfriend. Princess treatment is always on the maximum level, the reserved soft spot only for you that you can’t help but wonder sometimes how he is the same guy that can’t skip a day without getting into silly quarrels with Beomgyu. He takes you on a date at least every once in a while, knowing his hectic schedule you are more than grateful that he makes some time for you. His love language being act of service, you won’t have to lift a finger around him. Your friends call him a gentle giant, a nickname that makes you laugh every time you are reminded of it.

At the end of a date day, usually he would stay overnight at yours. You are doing your night routine by the vanity, onto the last part of your skincare when he creeps up behind your back, his arms finding their ways around your waist. His head rests on your left shoulders, lips attracted to your neck like how bees are to honey.

“God, I missed you so much,” his voice comes out much whinier than he thought. You put down your moisturiser on the table, turning around to face him. The wet hair that is evident from the earlier shower he had made his bangs droop down adorably, and sexy at the same time.

“Show me how bad then,” you say teasingly, the provocative smirk you give Soobin is enough to set him off as he lifts you from the ground, the placement of his hands on you careful to not hurt you in any way. Your giggles fill the entire room as he places you on the soft, silky sheets that you just changed this morning.

He leans in, his mouth hovering over yours as he mutters his words of love to you before your lips connect together. The ghostly touch of his hands on your shoulder first, slowly going down to your breasts making you gasp. You continue making out for a while before he lets go and cups your cheeks, giving a peck on your forehead. The intimate action gives you butterflies, watching him closely as he works around to undress himself. The eye contact is maintained, and it’s insanely hot you can’t help but blush seeing him.

“Like what you see babe?” he asks, completely aware of your flustered face. You reach out a hand to trace his toned muscle, his abs appearing even more prominent than the last time you saw them.

“Very. Looks so hot on you, oh my god—” your breath cuts short as he accidentally tugs the only thing left on your body, your bra to be exact, harder than he intends to as the fabric tears.

“Oh! Sorry baby, did I hurt you?”

Yes, he did. In fact, he ruined you. In the most sexy way possible. You stare at him closely, lips puckered as he tries to read your expression. When you say nothing, that’s when he inches closer, promising to buy you another, even ten sets of underwear if you would want him to. You chuckle lightly, both hands supporting his neck and pulling him closer.

“Soobin, I could care less about that. I like it,” you confess, his eyes soften. Without waiting for his reply, you flip him over. His length is already poking through, Soobin hisses when you touch him there, the feeling shoots him in like electricity when your soft hands contrast with the veiny muscle there.

“This hard for me?” you start with a kitten lick, his hand is flying to hold your hair in place for you, wrapping it nicely around his wrist like a ponytail. Always very attentive and gentle.

“Only for you, love,” he answers, lids drowsy as you start to take him down your throat. You’re long past caring about the drool that drips from your stretched lips to your sheets, Soobin coos at your state and mumbles a few praises as your mind overwhelms with the way his tip presses the back of your throat, the weight of one big hand never leaves stroking your hair.

Moments later, he finds you struggling with his length, eyes watery as you look at him, he can’t help but to anxiously remind you to take only what you can. Your hand that is placed on his thighs is gripping harder on it, yet you show no sign of tapping out like what both of you agreed on whenever any of you feels uncomfortable to continue.

“Y/n–” his own breath hitches, the feeling good to him as well, the urge to just push you further down on his cock blooming in his mind but he puts it aside as he looks at his darling, sweet girlfriend on the verge of tears.

“Love, you can stop now,” he incites, feeling bad for you. With all the constraints, you manage to shake your head, insisting that you can take much more. You relax your throat a bit, breathing through your nose as you push him in deeper. Soobin groans at the action, hips jerking and thrusting sloppily. You work your best to satisfy him, until he’s left a whiny mess, as he reaches his first orgasm of the night.

He’s humming softly, lost in his own world of pleasure while you fight to stifle your gag reflex, letting the liquid go down your throat before finally releasing him from your mouth. The drool that follows through as you backs away in search of proper breath is wiped away instantly by him, feeling bad as he strokes your cheek lovingly.

“Don’t push your limit if you can’t, baby, remember?”

You could only let out a smile, pulling him on top of you. “I have never not, Soobin. I promise I am okay,” you answer, his gaze on you feels a little too strong, so you continue, “It’s a good kind of hurt.”

“Really?”

“Uh uh. Now hurry,” you urge him, your puppy eyes paired with your pout instantly puts Soobin in position, in between your legs. He’s pushing your thighs apart, working his fingers delicately on your dripping core. You relax to his touch, responsive moans here and there fill Soobin’s ears. “So fucking wet…”

Soobin rarely swears around you, but whenever he does in bed it drives you nuts. The low voice of his, with a little bit of grunt on it and the fact that you're making him feel that way has you pooling down there.

“Am ready now, come on,” you whine out, almost running out of patience as he slowly works his fingers wonderfully inside your pulsing cunt. Soobin is far from stupid, especially in knowing how your body works, he knows it’s calling for something more. Something that only he can give you. You keep on squirming around, desperate for more friction than what he’s already giving you.

“Please—want you so bad, Binnie,” your voice comes out as weak, a high pitched moan follows after when he retracts his fingers.

“Shh, I know babe, just getting you prepared for me, don’t wanna hurt you, hmm?” he coos, spreading your legs further just so he can snug up in between comfortably. His length makes its way to your entrance, your joined moans breaking out as he gathers the slick to coat around it. The pleasure gives you goosebumps, finding anchor in his hand that holds on your thigh.

He finally pushes in his tip, his cock finally stretches you out. The sensation triggers him, watching closely how your walls are pulsing to let him in. Even though he was being gentle, nothing would help when you will never get used to his size. You could not even get a hold of it when a tear drop stains your cheek, his girth inside too overwhelming. His growing concern from earlier only expands, his thumb finger delicately brushes it off from you, pecking your lips after. “Baby…”

“No, I—ah,” you are cut off from one of his thrust, unknowingly hitting your sensitive spots, filling you to the hilt. “Feels so good, Soobin..”

As he sees you struggle and non stop squirming under him, he could not help but to feel bad, slowing his pace and rubbing the skin of your waist to ease you up to accept him. Your expression confused, quite dismayed at the slowing pace. He takes his time with you, stroking your messy hair, pecking every surface of your neckline yet you grow greedy and needier by time. With a desperate huff, you call out his name, he whispers a soft hum in your ear to ensure he’s listening.

“You don’t have to be that gentle with me, Soobin. I am not made of glass,” you say, eyes glistening with lust as Soobin cups both your cheeks

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not like how I act in bed?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you reassure quickly, scooting him closer. You reach out and take his hand, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “You’re so gentle with me, Soobin. And I love that about you. You always make me feel safe. But...”

He tilted his head, lips pouting in focus, studying your expression. “But what?”

Your cheeks are warming, feeling intimidated by his stare. “Sometimes... I think you’re holding back. Like you’re scared of pushing too hard, saying too much, or being too... intense with me.”

Soobin blinks once, twice, his mouth parting slightly as if to respond, but no words come out. You almost melt at the sight, his perfectly shaped lips look very fluffy and inviting so you pull him down to you, giving a small kiss on his lips.

You massages his palm, your voice soft but resolute. “I want all of you, baby. The gentle side, the intense side, even the messy parts you think I am not capable of handling. I can take it. I want to take it.”

Soobin looks down at your intertwined hands, his thumb now tracing over the smaller yours. “I guess... I'm afraid of hurting you. You mean so much to me, baby. I didn’t want to risk being too much, I don’t ever wanna cause you pain.”

“You won’t,” you deny firmly, voice stern. “I trust you. And I want you to trust me to take whatever you’ve got. Don’t hold back on me anymore.”

For a moment, you both stay in silence, the weight of his body on top of yours never feels uncomfortable, or too much.

"Do you trust me?"

"Babes, if I didn't I wouldn't be here. I would run away once I set my eyes on your big cock," you jokingly say to ease the tension, his dimple appearing as he chuckles.

“Alright. No more holding back, I guess. You asked for it.” He sinks his face further in your chest, leaving a few marks of him there. Your heart flutters, a spark of excitement dancing in your chest. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

The rest is history, you can't quite describe the feeling of being ravished by him for the first time. It is amazing. You are too fucked out, too weak to do anything besides moan and writhe underneath him, letting him use you as he wishes, limits all thrown out of the window as he rams inside you aggressively. You are more like a living fuck doll to be filled with him and his seed only.

“You like that, baby? Y/n?” He repeats his hard thrust over and over, distant noise ringing in your ears, his large and veined hands gripping your hips and leaving bruises on the soft flesh. Your body has been decorated with hickeys and bite marks, your wrists bruising from when he held them earlier.

Soobin then reaches around with one hand, rubbing circles on your swollen and overstimulated clit, tears rolling down your cheeks at the added sensation. He only grins at that, loving your response to his touches as two of his fingers rub circles on your sensitive bud. “Gonna cum for me? Come on, show me how good of a girl you are.”

“Yes! So good— argh!” you scream out as you reach your high, your cunt tightening around his cock as he pauses his thrust, waiting for you to loosen up a little before continuing. You lay weak in his arms, sweat trickles down your neckline at the heat. As you catch your breath and the overstimulation passes, your trembling hands come up to his hair, tugging on it a bit.

“More, baby.”

He laughs at that, iris darkening as he looks at your state. Eager for more, although it seems like you are on the verge of tears by now.

“Aren't you an impatient little one?”

“Want you to use me,” you demand assertively, eyes wide and round. Your lips pursed a little, Soobin leans down to steal a quick peck there.

“My baby wants more? You can take it?”

“Yes, of course, I love you—oh fuck!” your voice gets louder as his fingers hovers around your bud, he’s pressing some friction on it so your hands that are on his hair grasp it harder. He chuckles at your desperate action, your legs trying to escape from the euphoric pleasure so bad he has to hold onto it. “Soobin! Oh my–god!”

Your legs start quivering so much, the build-up is insane, three of his fingers start moving inside your cunt uncontrollably, hitting all the right spots. You squeal as his skilled fingers continue making a mess of you, the sheets wet with your cream as you feel your high approaching quickly. Soobin watches you closely in amusement, your thrown back head, eyes rolled to the back, mouth open. You never look so beautiful, gorgeous, very stunning, he could not take his eyes off you.

“Love you too, y/n. So much, baby. Come for me, hmm? I got you,” his soft voice accompanies your loud whines. Beyond his expectation, he’s getting more than what he wanted. As the pleasure increases, you could not hold it in so you suddenly squirt all over him. Your surprising outcome that shocks even you makes you squeal, as you hold onto his shoulder for support. You have never even squirted before.

“Oh fuck, fuck, baby,” Soobin groans, collecting the liquid to smear it all over your aching pussy. “You just did that, for me?”

You are given not much time to recollect your thoughts when you are suddenly being wrapped around his arms, he’s setting you into another position. The touch on your hips are far from gentle as you are manhandled on all fours before him. Before you can complain, his tip is already inside, soon you are swallowing his whole length. Your eyes widen at the change of angle, much more intense than before.

“That was so hot, babe, damn, you want me to ruin you that bad? You like it when I’m fucking you rough?” he’s whispering in your ears, hand coming down to land a smack on your pretty flesh bare on his hips.

“Mmngh, oh! Sen—sensitive, oh please,” your weak hands wobbly in finding support on the sheets, grabbing whatever you can to stay arched for him.

He stays silent at your plea, ignoring it as the slapping skin of his against your increases in sound, his thrust fast and precise for his own release. Your drenched pussy makes nasty noises as his cock rams inside, sounding like music to his ears. "You can take it, come on, be a big girl," leaves his lips wheneve your legs almost give up, his big hands hold you up, not letting you go anywhere further than now.

“Look so cute, you want to be filled, sweetie?” he’s dirty talking now, your mind already going anywhere you find yourself nodding desperately. His cock twitches inside, forcing you to take the whole of him, his tip dangerously poking to your cervix by now. And god, does it feel so good.

“Yes, come in me please,” the honeyed voice of yours could never make him deny you, you are his baby after all, his length buried so deep inside you before his hips shake. The thrust is now shaky and unstable as his cum spills, warming your inside. “Argh, fucking take it!” Soobin grunts.

Immediately after he’s done, he’s pulling himself out, letting the combined release of yours leak. Carefully, he takes your waist, helping you to lay on your back, head pillowed by the softness of your plushie on the bed. You moan at the sight around your legs, his lips pressing kisses around your thighs, anywhere near your pussy but there to not let the oversensitivity overcome you. Your eyes then follow his movement, kneeling to scoot closer to you as he removes the hair strand from your face.

“Satisfied?”

“Never have been so before. Thank you, I love you,” you confess. His hands are now finding home on your back, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

“Love you more, baby. Did it hurt?” he’s asking, eyes wandering around your expression for honesty, afraid he has taken it too far. Your head shakes as you smile, convincing him that all is good. He lets out a sigh of relief, your night spent together while he takes care of you like always.

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i accidentally posted the soobin fic 😭😭😭 it is deleted now very humbling experience from tumblr

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Omg is there a mafia theme au wip of cyj???? I really do love your works and I hope your well! Happy (belated) easter by the way and any hint or spoiler about it? I just can't wait. Knowing your current priorities, I don't know when it will ne posted but there's no rush alright? I'm just too into that shit so that's why I could not hold horses so I came here to ask! You don't know how much I love A+ for fucking of Kth and Unbox your present of Cyj! (I'm currently reading your other works too btw) and I'm a mowajjunnie and mafia themes have me on chokehold!

Anyway, no rush and have a good day!

omg anon i'm sorry i took forever to answer you 😭 idk if you're still here so if you are, hi! i am doing well just quite busy with my studies. thank you for the wishes :D

the mafia!au with yeonjun is currently in writing! i sort of plan it to be y/n escaping from her current husband, he was toxic, abusive and y/n has been trying to escape from him since the first day they were married (she was in an arranged marriage with the man...)

little did she knew she falls right into the hands of an equally, if not more dangerous man, yeonjun who is the mafia's gang leader. yeonjun of course helped her, but a helping hand is not always free. he could use something, that only y/n is able to do.

and i'll leave the rest unspoiled! i could only tell that it's not coming very soon, i would have it up on my page hopefully by march 2025.

ohh anon i'm also a moawajjunie!! (also ot5>>>) i'm glad you liked my writing, i hope this becomes a healing page for you!! ❤️‍🩹 hopefully your day went well too!

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sighs... okay a full length soobin smut is dropping on christmas's eve! if interested you can ask to be tagged~

btw i'm open to write any request feel free to slide into my inbox <33 if you liked my content please follow me 🥺 i am also looking for moa writer moots!!

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When the home holds you - choi soobin

♡ pairing: choi soobin x f!reader

♡ genre: fluff

♡ warning: none just very soft fluff because it's been a month since his hiatus and i really miss my home soobie :(

♡ word count: 716

The city pulses with its usual blaring chaos— cars honking impatiently in the peak hours of getting off work and the chatter of countless voices that you can’t make out even a word. You drag your footsteps through the crowd, the weight of the day pressing heavily on your shoulders. Everything seems to get on your nerves today, the bus left early before you can catch it in the morning, the barista got you the wrong coffee order, and on top of it the higher ups at work today pulled forward your deadline to resolve a marketing issue.

Your bag slings over one arm, and your phone stays clutched in the other. The notifications have long ago demands your attention, your phone put on a do not disturb since afternoon.

Yet, through the haze of weariness, a single thought brings you forward: You just need to get home—to him.

The memory of his warm, dimpled smile softens the furrows of your brows. Your shared place wasn’t grand—far from it—but it is the greatest sanctuary. The coziest part of the world where all worries dissolve, and the only thing that matters is the sound of his laugh or the way his large arms wrap around you like a shield against everything outside.

The pace fastens as your eyes spots the building, the familiar tune chimes when the access card allows you through. As you reach the highest floor on the building, with the elevator that feels like it’s taking forever to keep you from seeing your darling, you huff a relief sigh when you see the white door, a welcoming sight. Fumbling with the pass and keys, you finally let yourself in. The smell of something savory greets you first, followed by the faint sound of television playing in the background.

There he is. Your lovely Soobin.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch in sweatpants and a hoodie that swallows him whole, he looks up through his bangs as you stride towards him, his face breaking into a grin that eases the tension from your chest. His hair is a little messy, just usually how you like it to be, and his hand holds a mug of tea—your favorite kind you can smell it already waiting for you.

“Hey, baby. How’s your day?” he asks, his voice soft but steady.

You don't answer, not at first. The bag you carry throughout the day drops with a heavy thud on the cabinet by the door before you take a few steps, sinking into his arms without a word. Soobin stretches a bit to put the mug back on the coffee table, giving you space to cuddle into. His warmth wraps around you like a blanket, and for the first time all day, you feel yourself calming down. “I missed you,” you whisper into his shoulder.

“Oh— ‘f course I missed you too,” he murmurs, his hand is gentle when he takes off the claw clip that has been holding onto your strands, and he starts stroking your hair, massaging your head a little bit.

“Feels like the whole world was not on my side today,” you tell him, voice cracking with sadness. His brows furrowed hearing your answer, lips pouting a bit as he takes the clue in your gloomy appearance since you entered.

“But I am,” the answer sounds light hearted, but he means it truly. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head, not wanting to go into details, “just glad it’s all over and you’re here now.”

Soobin’s lips break into a small smile, rubbing your back as he cuddles you tighter. He goes on about how his day went instead, what dinner he plans to get you tonight and the date on this weekend that he plans on going with you. You keep composed and listen attentively, fingers trailing on his hoodie’s string.

And just like that, the tiring day begins to fade away, replaced by the comfort of being home—not a place, but a person. You love coming home to him, hearing his heartbeat as you lay on his chest, his hands that roam everywhere on your body feels like a healing touch. This home holds you close, and you feel a deep sense of belonging, always.

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be honest would yall read if my fic didn't contain smut... (we listen and we don't judge)

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thinking about how txt members said that soobin’s hands are so big, and that one live where he slaps yeonjun’s thigh so hard man literally flinched at the ache!

soobin with his big hands, spanking your ass until it turns red, you crying out at the pleasurable pain and so fucked out at the way he works his hips into you, big dick filling and touching areas you don't even know existed betore. your whimper gets muffled down by the sheets, your drools messy all over it and of course the wet stain pooling areas underneath your pussy. you can't stop milking him, soobin groans at the tight feeling, warm and ever so welcoming walls. his lips part at the sight, you arched so beautifully just for him.

something about the way that your ass ripples against his hips, the dirty filthy sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room only riles him up even more. he smacks your ass once again, the areas for sure has turn red by now, heck even his handprints were left there. at your weak incoherent whines, he softly strokes the flesh, easing the pain before once again landing a hard hit on it. he keeps doing that for a little while. just when you think he's giving you mercy, that's when another smack lands.

you are not sitting tomorrow.

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can't stop thinking of a jealous and possesive boyfriend!taehyun, seeing beomgyu playing with the hem of your skirt the whole day when he stays seated next to you to watch a movie together. and god what could have been worse is that beomgyu had to be tactile sensory oriented, never stop playing with anything with textures. it wasn't your fault either the weather was chilly so you had put on a knitted one set as your outfit.

the skirt hugs your figure perfectly, beomgyu's fingers being so close to you, to what's his it is inevitable that taehyun gets pissed off so bad he went up to you and told you to enter the bedroom. you protest at first, refusing to let down the movie that only had a little over 20 minutes to finish. taehyun was having none of it though, his stern "bed. now. or else you can't even dream to come over our place anytime soon." leaving you no choice but to sprint to his room. the clothes gets thrown in every direction as he impatiently starts fucking you. you try to keep down your whimpers and moans, afraid of being caught from the boys outside but he's smart enough to drill into one spot he knows you are most sensitive, leaving you dumb, unaware of how you’re screaming out loud.

until they all, until beomgyu hears how good he’s making you feel. only then will taehyun be relieved.

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guys i'm coming back very soon! some works will be published this month (after an eternity of my inactiveness)

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light and promise are definitely my favorite concepts! how do they manage to outdo themselves every single comeback :D

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Umm so I read your fic w Terry AND I LOVED IT.

I have an idea if you are open to writing for Terry...

Y/n takes mbti test again and found it is intj. Taehyun is estp (and they are not a match at all ㅠㅠ) .

That's why y/n is sulking at her desk even though she should be happy cuz her final exams are over and Terry and her couldn't enjoy the night cuz of his busy schedule. When he texts y/n, they don't reply and that's what makes Terry come home. He learns the reason after much ask and coaxing y/n and decides to spice things up.......... Ummmmmmm and yeah, just be there for y/n.

(P s. This is my first ask)

hi anon! thank you for sending me my first ask too! this was written according to few website about intj and estp, i’m sorry if it’s not accurate enough. i hope you liked it <33

to this anon and everyone, feel free to send me ask or request! it’s open but please make sure you read my guidelines first :D

None of that matters - kang taehyun

♡ pairing: idol!taehyun x fem!reader

♡ genres: angst, smut

♡ warning: dom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, reader asks him to be rough, no prep, breast and nipple play, choking, sex in front of a mirror, and very brief aftercare

♡ wc: 2.6k

You hear the door unclicks, revealing Taehyun in his usual sweatshirt and jogger pants that he usually wears to dance lessons. Your eye meets his, the pout on your lips didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyun as he shuts the door and walks over to you. You are on the bed, eighty percent of your body covered by the thick blanket due to the room’s temperature.

“Babe,” he calls out after seeing you turn your back on him. You feel the bed shifts on the corner, signaling that he is sitting there. “I thought you’d be asleep already.”

You don’t reply, feeling your heartbeat calming when Taehyun’s hand softly makes its way to your hair, gently organising the strands and tucking them behind your ear. “Won’t look at your boyfriend?”

You slowly scoot over, turning to face him with a little smile as you mutter a soft hi to him. Taehyun’s dimple peeks out as he sees your face.

“Why don’t you reply to my text, hmm? It’s super late too, I thought you’re asleep.”

“No, I was charging my phone and I can’t sleep. I had coffee after dinner,” you choose to lie, not wanting to come clean and rather enjoy your time with him since you rarely ever see him nowadays.

On these days, he is usually busy preparing for their comeback in a little over a month from now. You didn’t want to ruin what little time together you are getting these days, and you think it would be stupid to tell Taehyun that you’re feeling under the weather due to some silly MBTI test’s result, and you are more than certain that he is only gonna say it wasn’t anything you should worry about.

Taehyun lets the silence grow for a while. Just by one look at your face, he knows there is something on your mind. You would never drink coffee unless you have a lot to think about, whether it’s making you sad, stressed or anxious. He’s gonna have to make it through for you to be honest with him.

"You're not having a good day, huh?" he asks, pouting his lips sympathetically, and you don’t even realise you nod quickly. You love how he immediately understood you, just from your gaze alone.

“What’s wrong? Tell me, baby, I could help,” he speaks up, voice laced with such gentleness and care that you find your eyes swelling up at the overwhelming emotions. Taehyun is quick enough to hold you in his arms, his face filled with worry as he hears you let out a sniffle.

“Sweetheart…” he calls out, your tears forming a wet stain on his sweatshirt from your cry. Taehyun rubs your back with his hand, his lips pressing kisses on your forehead before you pull away for a second, his stomach churn when he sees your red face and face wet with tears. “What is it, y/n?”

“It’s stupid,” you mumble, a forced laugh leaving your mouth as you wipe the tears away, trying to focus on him and not the unpleasant feeling.

“No it’s not, if you are this sad then it isn’t stupid okay? You can talk to me about it. I know I cannot heal the hurt, but I will hold you until you feel better.”

You could not help but smile softly at his words, the emotions running through you once again as you wonder where on earth did you manage to find him in this world full of people? Before you even know it you burst into tears once again as Taehyun looks at you with confusion and worry as you bump your head into his chest again.

“Talk to me, love. I’m not here to judge you or provide a solution, I’m just all ears for you, okay?” He’s trying his best to comfort you, and you feel like there’s no other things for you to say rather than tell him the truth. You take a deep breath before starting.

“I just had an MBTI test, I got the result that says it’s the least compatible with yours,” you ramble quickly, words inaudible due to your sniffling voice but Taehyun manages to catch on a few words here and there. He’s patient enough to let you break down, choking on your words as he tells you to take a breath and continue whenever you’re ready.

“And, I think I’m sad because I think we are unable to understand each other fully. I get upset over these small things when they aren’t even in your head longer than a minute,” you paused, Taehyun’s thumb is gentle in removing the that one tear that slips from your left eye as you continue, “I care so much about little things that I find it hard to even tell you, because I know you won’t even bat an eye on it. I also get so upset when things don't go according to plan and I struggle to get over it.”

“I’m sorry that you feel that way,” he sighs, his tender touch on your cheeks makes you lean slightly closer to his fingers, getting comfortable with his heat.

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask, blinking once and looking at him with guilt and still an upset face.

Taehyun remains silent as he gently pecks your lips. “I know you need to have more alone time, it's okay if you don't want to go out with my random plans, I know it's too much for you to go out without a proper plan.”

“I’m sorry, I really like to go out only when we have organised plans, I feel anxious if we leave home without a proper one and be spontaneous with it.”

“I understand, baby. I hope we can communicate better so I can know why you're upset rather than shutting yourself from the world. I am willing to adjust to perfect our relationship.”

You melt at his words, he says it with so much passion, his round eyes look at you like you’re the center of his universe, shining with pure adoration.

"You have every right to be upset. I should be lucky my baby loves me so much, you don't even ask for a lot. I'm sorry I've been neglecting and canceling on your plan so much these days, I will try to take some time off so we can go out with your plans and I can love you properly."

“Taehyun…” you start crying again, not expecting those kinds of words to flow out from him. His hand aimlessly pats on your back as your body trembles at how you are sobbing to his words.

"You cry because you care. I never tell you this, but I love that you care so much. I love that you teach me to go out of my comfort zone. I learn so much from you and I'll never meet anyone else who loves and cares for others the way you do. You don’t ever have to change, baby, you can be yourself with me, you can cry all you want. It’ll be better, okay? I promise you’re okay.”

You let out a soft sigh at his words, bumping your forehead into his chest as you listen to his encouragement.

“We can try to be understanding about each other, teach each other from our different personalities, respect each other's ways of living and working. Who says we're not compatible, huh? It's so much more beneficial in a relationship if it can mean we deal with issues there and then instead of brushing them under the carpet,” he ends the discussion by pulling you into a kiss, hand gliding down on your body to push you on the bed.

Your heart starts beating a little bit faster, feeling the kiss starts to be more impatient so you wrap your hands around his neck as you grow more and more excited at what unfolds at the steamy scene. Taehyun fucks you hard on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. The key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. He would hold you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the warmth of your shared blankets.

“I'm gonna show you none of that matters when you're with me, love,” he announces, hands slowly working to get you off your clothes until you are present naked in front of him. He leans in to capture your lips passionately, sighing in pleasure as he feels your breath quivering as he touches your breasts with so much yearning. He takes his time to let his light touches travels across your body until you grow needier, wanting him to break through gentleness and starts fucking you properly.

“Don't be gentle with me, Tyun. I like it when you're rough,” you break the silence, earning an intense glare from Taehyun, lips breaking into a smirk, pressing a tender kiss on your clit.

“Be careful what you ask for, love,” he says with a honeyed voice, laced with deceitful wiles that makes you nod desperately. “Never been so sure.”

“You know I love you so much right, love?”

“Of course,” you choke out your answer, his fingers in your hole retracted so suddenly and before you can complain, he pulls you up into all fours, pushing his cockhead in balls deep. You scream his name at the sudden intrusion, your walls struggling to fit him in but he couldn’t care less even when you fall forward at the force, pulling your hair from the back to help you get into proper position.

“Good, because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

As you're struggling to take his cock, he starts rushing ruthlessly in and out of your cunt, he groans at your tightness, your hole practically gripping onto his length.

“So big, Taehyun,” you let out multiple whimpers from the pain that are engulfs with pleasure also, your tears falling as you feel his tip poking in at your cervix.

“You can take it, can you?” he questions, seeing your fisted hand grabbing the sheets, too overwhelmed from the feeling and before you can answer, he slaps your asscheek two times, “I know you can. You say you like it.”

You struggle to keep up with his pace, eyes rolling to the back of your hand when you feel him run his hands all over your body, toying with your sensitive nipples and also reaching down your core to fondle with your pussy folds.

“Look at me when I'm making you feel this good, baby,” he digs his fingertips into your thighs, waiting for you to raise your head and watch the mirror to watch yourself getting railed into tomorrow. However it takes too long for you to do it yourself, so his hands creep up from behind your back, tugging your hair that makes you yank your head upwards with a wince at the slight pain. He then places a hand on your throat, choking you so you remain in your eye contact with him by looking into the mirror. You whimper in his hold as he delivers a light slap to your ass. He holds your thigh so tight you think it should be hurting, but you're too focused on how he manages to fuck you so roughly without slowing down.

“Fuck, Tae, feels s'good,” you moan out, a bit inaudible when he's limiting your lung capacity with a choke, finding yourself panting in search of proper breath yet hugely turned on by it.

Of course, it doesn't go unnoticed by Taehyun, you see his reflection in the mirror smirking at your state, angling his thrust into that one position that he knows is your spot, hearing you let out a throaty moan as a reaction. He keeps going on doing that for a while, your back arched to his front as you come all over his cock. Before you could tap on his arm to let him know you can't keep up with the choke anymore, his hand flew away from your throat and you huff in response, feeling oxygen fill you again.

“Taehyun…” you softly say as he slows down to let you calm down from your high, his lips pressing kisses on your shoulder as he coos and says sweet nothings, leaving your head spinning at the overwhelming feeling, finding yourself to want more at how good it feels. “More, more, please–can't get enough–oh!”

The moment Taehyun hears you open your mouth to plead for more, he grabs your body, pushing you on your back, hovering on top of you. You barely have any time to catch a breath as he starts thrusting again, his hand holding both your thighs before he presses them to your chest, securing both hands underneath your knees as he manhandles you into a mating press position.

“Mine, you are mine love, fuck all who says we aren't compatible when I got you wrapped around my cock feeling like heaven,” he voices out in a frustrated voice, your moan accompany his words as you nod and parrots him when he says you're mine with i'm yours.

He keep thrusting, his cock reaches deeper now that you’re in this position until you're bucking your hips against his pace and practically start fucking yourself on him while he pumps in and out of you. It hurts, but you find yourself liking it, the feeling of being so full with him, the fast rhythm, the way his balls insist on slapping around your most sensitive spots, to his amusement you cum again, your walls clenching around his cock so good that keeps him going until you drive him to his own climax.

His release spurts into you, the warmth spreading inside before it begins to leak out, trickling down your thigh, mixed with your own release when he pulls out slowly from you.

You’re exhausted, so ready to fall asleep right there as you find your body relaxing after all the orgasm and the way he whispers praises, he does not forget to throw a few i love yous in between, showering you in endless kisses all around your spent body.

You eye his movement as he stands up to grab a cloth to start cleaning you up, the silence fills the room as he diligently puts you into a comfortable sleepwear. At the eye contact, he pecks your lip once, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away, asking you, “You okay, love?”

His lips curl into a smile when you nod, leaning into his warmth as he gets on the bed with you, both of you not saying anything as the night deepens but his presence is loud enough to remind you that he really means that none of that matters when he is with you.