lickingan0rchid

[lickingan0rchid]

i don’t know if this is where you send submissions, if not i’m sorry.

but how do you think yeonjun would react to a partner who is still inexperienced. who naturally leans into submission and maybe fucks her into mating press for the first time. with some sweet praises + dirty talk ( thank you )

WTF IS WRONG W U how could u do this to me ughbhh i need himmmm

# yeonjun + innocence kink !!

tw. f!reader, corruption kink, marking, fingering, ruined orgasm, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, making out. minors dni + nsfw !!

a/n. goddamnit guess who tf went through their album of over 2k photos to find the right one of him for this he’s so FINE (also yes u found the right place for suggestions lol)

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“don’t hide, darling.” a firm grip encloses your wrists, gently pulling them away from your chest, exposing your delicate skin. loving eyes survey your chest and neck, your face set alight as yeonjun licks his lips. “w-what are you g-going to do?” you whimper, embarrassed by his intense gaze, even through his glasses. “i think ill mark up your beautiful skin, make a mess of you.” a smirk crosses his features, relishing your innocent question. leaning down, he licks a long stripe from between your breasts to your collarbone, sucking lightly before biting down on your sensitive skin. a high pitched whine escapes from the back of your throat, an unfamiliar mix of shame and obscene pleasure sending heat to your core. smiling against your skin, yeonjun leaves heated kisses and nips across your chest, patches of red-purple love bite flowers blooming in his wake, hand finding your breast as he pinches your nipple, eliciting deliciously sweet mewls of arousal as you writhe in grasp, unable to handle the indecent touches.

“you’re so naughty, princess, encouraging me so cutely, ” yeonjun teases, licking your nipple as he reaches down between your legs, feeling the slick between your legs as you unintentionally buck your hips into his, “so wet and i haven’t done anything yet.” “ah!—n-not there! w-wait!” you wail, his fingers circling around, but not quite in your sopping cunt, “d-don’t want t-to be the only o-one!” “oh?” he laughs darkly, “only one in what?” “d-don’t want—“ you begin, only for yeonjun to teasingly pinch your clit, evoking a high pitched cry as you weep, burning with heat. “don’t want what, darling?” he whispers in your ear, warm breath tickling your earlobe. “d-don’t want to b-be the only one n-naked!” your cheeks flare in a blush as you struggle to convey your thought, shrinking under his amused gaze. “if you wanted to see me, you could have just told me, princess. so shy, aren’t you?” tugging off his shirt a single swoop, your face burns even more at the site of his sculpted torso, hands covering your eyes to avoid his taunting gaze. “thought you wanted to see me?”

a shocked squeal breaks free of your throat as two fingers slide into your heat, before he dangles them before your eyes, peeking between your fingers. obscenely dripping with your slick, coated from the tip to his knuckle. “look how wet you are, darling,” smirking at your flustered state, yeonjun slowly licks his fingers, maintaining his controlled eye contact with you as he sucks slightly at his fingertip, “such a dirty slut, pretending to be so innocent on the outside.” locking your wrists in an iron group, hands ripped away from your face as he pressed them into the sheets above your head. “told you, don’t hide yourself.” he sternly instructs, reaching for your cunt again with his free hand. salacious, sugar sweet sobs wrack your body as yeonjun pushes three fingers into your warmth, pussy clenching around them as he pumps in and out, pinching your clit, drawing out tears from your eyes.

sinful sounds of your slick sliding in and out of your cunt with his fingers, relentlessly stimulating your sensitive folds, sending electric streams of pleasure to your core. panting with arousal, your body rapidly approaches its high, pressure unbearable in your heat… until his fingers slide out, ruining your approaching orgasm as your cunt clenches around nothing, suddenly empty. “don’t recall saying you could cum, princess. such an impatient slut, trying to get away without me?” yeonjun looks down at your body, tears rolling down flushed cheeks, splotchy chest heaving with agony-filled sobs.

“beg for it.” he orders, savoring your apparent distress. “p-please j-jjun!” you gasp, teary and breathless with desperation. “words, darling.” “p-please l-let me c-cum! n-need y-your cock!” you whimper, face burning with humiliation at your neediness. “so easy, isn’t it, slut?” he whispers approvingly, sliding off his sweats and releasing your wrists, hands finding your knees as he pushes them towards your chest, “always going to give it when you ask so lewdly.” the tip of his angry red dick profs at your soaked entrance, teasingly rubbing your slit until he draws out your sweet sobs. tears stream down your face, cries filling the room as yeonjun sheathes himself into your pussy, your dripping slick easily lubricating your folds. “so tight,” he praises, “only for me.” racy sounds of skin against skin echoes throughout the room as he thrusts deep into your cunt, further than his fingers could ever reach. “s-so deep—n-need more, jjun!” moaning, breasts bouncing as he aggressively pounds into your abused cunt, pining you to the sheets by your legs pressed against your chest. lost in pleasure, your whines become incoherent as you sob for release, skin burning with need.

“j-jun! agh—c-can’t take a-anymore!” you wail. “g-god, so perfect for me,” he grunts, “cum for me, princess.” the knot in your stomach bursts as you cum, clenching tightly around his cock as your juices soak his length. “t-take it all, darling!” yeonjun pants, coating your walls white as he releases, letting go of your leg as he pulls out, stroking his dick to paint your folds white. swiping two long fingers up your abused cunt, he presses them against your lips. “taste yourself, slut.” he orders, controlled compared to your dazes, incoherent self. obeying, you lick his fingers, taking them into your mouth as you slide your tongue over his skin, swallowing the cum from his digits. “good girl,” yeonjun praises, gently taking your exhausted body between the crook of his elbow and chest as you suck on his fingers, intent on tasting your mixed cum off them. “such a slut for me,” removing his saliva drenchedfingers from your lips, he replaces them with his, tongues entangling in a erotic dance. “so in love with you,” he sighs as you lace your fingers with his, replying silently as heated kisses replace all need for words of affirmation.

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this became soooo self indulgent, but HES SO HOT I CANT HELP IT uffffffffff help >< send more hard thoughts <3

[lickingan0rchid]

# yeonjun + bunny pet play !!

tw. f!reader, sub reader, collars + leashes, degradation, pet names, spanking, fingering. minors dni + nsfw

a/n. written on phone + not proofread. yeonjun let me be your bunny too;;

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a smirk creeps on yeonjun’s face as he bites his lip, slowly winding the chain leash around his long fingers. ever so slowly, until the chain tugs at the ring attached to the black leather collar strapped around your neck. metal clinks until you’re pulled forwards from kneeling onto fours before his seated figure, the soft fur rug tickling the palms of your hands. yeonjun’s hand gently runs through your hair, petting the bunny ears drooping from your head, the ones that accentuated your pouty lips and flushed cheeks.

“eyes up here, darling.” you tilt your head to meet his sharp eyes, fingers tracing from your ears to your jawline until they press on your lower lip. “lick, bunny,” yeonjun softly commands. you open your mouth, feeling his bony fingers rest on plump lips, and swirl your tongue around his digits. watching you with approval, the chain clinking softly in his other hand, quietly reminding you of his dominance over you. a moan trembles within your throat, wishing you had more than his fingers to suck on. your eyes drop towards his crotch, lace panties soaking with anticipation.

“i thought i told you eyes up here,” the collar around your neck yanks you forward as yeonjun’s fingers leave your mouth, jerking the chain closer to him and pulling you helplessly onto him. “what does a dumb bunny get when she doesn’t listen?” he harshly demands, gripping your chin with his spit soaked hand. “p-punishment.” you mumble, your voice shaking with arousal. “you know what to do, don’t you, darling?” yeonjun releases the chain and leans back, tapping his clothed thigh. climbing on his lap, you curl up and bury your face into his neck, exposing your plump ass. the fluffy bunny ears fall over his shoulder, collar pressing into your throat as the heavy chain rests on the floor. “good girl,” he smiles, rubbing your asscheek, “remember to count to ten.”

his hand comes down hard on your exposed bottom, sharp pain twinging as you cry out. “one!” “two!” “th-three!” “f-four!” you whimper, the sharp sound of contact ringing throughout the room. “already too much, bunny?” yeonjun sneers, his half-lidded eyes staring at your vulnerable figure. “n-no,” you mumble weakly, awaiting his next hit. “don’t lie, darling,” he laughs, sliding his fingers up your inner thigh, “you’re dripping all over like a slutty bunny.” your face flushes bright red with humiliation, a high-pitched cry escaping your lips as his fingers press into your clothed heat. a knot ties in your stomach as yeonjun swirls your juices over your clit, pushing aside your wet panties and dipping into your pussy.

“j-jun! n-need more!” you choke out, gripping his blazer tightly as heat races through your core, clenching down on his soaked digits. “so dirty, aren’t you darling? getting off on being spanked and collared?” yeonjun laughs mockingly, grasping tighter to your waist with his other hand. tears spring from your eyes as he prods your sweet spot, trembling as the knot in your stomach tightens. leather presses into your throat as you sob into his shoulder, tears soaking the fabric of his black blazer. “so dumb and needy,” yeonjun taunts, before inserting another finger and pinching your clit. a loud moan escapes as you cling tighter, eyes squeezed shut as yeonjun fingers you to your climax.

“be a good bunny and give in, darling,” yeonjun whispers, licking your earlobe. your incoherent whimpers fill the air as you shakily come undone, his fingers rapidly sliding in and out of your dripping cunt to ride you through your orgasm. yeonjun lifts your chin to meet his dark eyes, admiring your sweet, fucked out look, tear trails running down your flushed cheeks. “already like this?” he laughs dangerously, softly stroking your ears, eyes narrowing like a predator closing in on its prey. “you haven’t treated me yet, bunny.”

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maybe part 2 when i recover lel

[lickingan0rchid]

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀ ࣪⠀ ۪ㅤ⠀ txt nsfw thoughts pt. 2 ♡ ྀི༘͏

𝖼𝗐 size kink，vo𝗒𝖾𝗎rism，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅，dacryphilia，clit slapping，praise kink，𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗄𝖺𝗂’𝗌．

yeonjun uses his pouty, pretty lips to his advantage and eats you out whenever he can, whenever he feels you deserve it. after a long day of work? lay down, he’s eating you out. you made dinner that night? he’s sucking your clit til you shake. don’t even get him started when you just look all pretty, then he’ll have to push you up against the wall with your thigh over shoulder so he can lick your pussy till you can’t stand anymore.

soobin will cry if he’s overstimulated enough. if you keep sucking at the head of his cock even though he’s finished twice already, tears are rolling down hus dace for sure. if you scratched his back with your new set of acrylics, he’d whining and definitely stifling cries. ride his cock till he can only twitch with wet sobs and fat tears spilling from his eyes. and afterwards you have to promise to wipe the tears away and tell him how good he did for you.

beomgyu is a raging bitch in bed; not listening to a single one of your demands or pleads. and what are you gonna do? overpower him? tell him to stop even though you keep fucking yourself back onto his cock? yeah, no. beomgyu spits directly on your clit before sliding in and taunting you. he slaps your thighs and cheeks and especially your clit because he can. and he’ll most definitely mark up your tits with hickeys till they’re sore. all you have to do is take it!

taehyun refuses to touch you in that way in public no matter how needy you say you are... however, if you slide your hands under the table and into his pants he’s not gonna stop you. you’ve already committed might as well finish the job. he lets you get away with this every single time. letting you jerk him off sensually underneath the table and he always keeps this same composed, almost unbothered expression. no reaction until the two of you get in the car, then he’s pissed and fucks you in the backseat until you pass out.

huening kai is obsessed with the difference in size between you both. he’ll comment on it all the time— especially in the bedroom. holding you down onto the mattress by your smaller hands, looking into your eyes from above as he sinks into. one painful inch at a time. kissing your face and telling you that you can take it. it takes a while to fully fit his length inside, the little thrusts of his hips to fit himself into you always make you twitch. and when he’s finally fully inside, expect a lot of praise. also expect his hand flat on your stomach as he comments on the bulge forming in the lower part of your stomach.

[lickingan0rchid]

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 TAPE 01

𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝓔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ⸝⸝ Moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. Though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder. ⸝⸝

𝓹airings criminal!beomgyu x detective!reader 𝔀arnings blood, character death, descriptions of violence/slight gore, implied sexual encounters, womanizer!beomgyu, making out, penetrative sex, public sex, alcohol consumption.

📼 THE TAPE RECORDINGS

𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝓢𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 contains dark themes portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships and substance abuse. reader discretion is advised ! — this story is partly told in flashbacks, beware of timestamps as past/present are mixed throughout the story.

#serene adds ✎.. heh, realised after I hit post that I forgot to add a little note for myself on here. hmm... criminal conscience yes, I missed this series, a lot :3 super happy for it to be back, and better than ever !

[ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။| TAPE 01 ] — Stay Away From Choi Beomgyu — recording length; 5.9k

📼 —  April 5th 2023

It was cold. Your cheeks were wet, and whether that was from the rain pouring down on you, or the endless tears streaming down your face you didn’t know. But it was cold. It was dark too, awfully so. Yet you could clearly make out the image of him, his hunched over figure, his bloody hands moving without even the slightest tremble as they clenched and unclenched into fists. For a moment it looked like he wanted to reach out, to touch you. 

The way you flinched, taking a quick step backward made him frown. “Dollface..” He tries, his voice uncharacteristically soft, the tension on his face easing up, if just for a moment. But you won’t hear it. Fuck, you could take the drugs, the lying and the cheating…Suppose you never were together in the end, not officially at least. — And you could take it. All of it. 

This was different. This was… You glance between the blood on his shirt, down to his bruised knuckles. You knew what he’d done. Something truly unforgiving, something evil, inhumane. Beomgyu was a terrible person. For months you’d let yourself be blindsighted, too caught up on trying to fit him into the life you’d imagined, into a life that would never be his. Because that was not who he was. 

You thought things would be different with you. That you somehow stood out from the rest, that maybe… Maybe he wasn’t as bad as people made him out to be. But you should’ve known. You should’ve known to stay away from Choi Beomgyu. 

“You’re a monster.” 

It happens before you can even stop it, the way the words fall from your quivering lips. Your voice is strained with the effort of keeping down another sob, and your breath comes out shaky with each exhale. — He doesn’t look surprised, in fact his expression remains perfectly unreadable, just like it always did. That hurts the most you think. 

He takes a step forward, his shoes making a wet noise against the muddy ground. The rain makes his clothes cling to his body, his dark hair matted against his face, shielding his dark eyes from view until he pushes the strands back. — “C’mon dollface, we can work this out.” The once sweet nickname now made you feel sick. Butterflies no longer surged within your stomach, though, you’re not so sure that they ever had. 

You shake your head, adamant in your decision as you swallow. “Stay away from me.” Even though your voice is close to cracking it seems to break his trance, and Beomgyu looks confused for the first time. It would’ve been an almost satisfactory sight, had it not been for your current situation. But one quick glance toward the blood smeared all over him makes you want to vomit. 

“I never want to see you again.” 

And you hoped you never would. With all of your heart and being you wished to never see Choi Beomgyu ever again. 

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📼 — PRESENT TIME ; February 19th 2024

“Hello?” 

Your words are followed by a thick silence and after almost twenty seconds you sigh. “Are you calling from downstairs again? You know the connection there is terrible.” Another minute passes, and you listen to the bruising noise of nothing for what feels like forever until Yeonjun’s voice finally breaks through on the device. 

“Hello? Oh, there you are!” He sounds almost surprised over the fact that the line seemed to actually be working. “Yes, yes I know I shouldn’t be calling from down here, but the elevator’s broken..” — He clears his throat before rapidly continuing. “Alright, I’ve got someone for you, can you make it down to room 31 in ten?” 

The groan passing your lips rings out into your office, bouncing off the walls and surely picking up on the phone despite the shitty connection. “Do you know what time it is? I’ve just barely made it here..” You grumble, yet you’re already rising from your chair, eager to be assigned a case from your senior. 

Yeonjun hums and you hear the clicking sound of what you assumed to be a pen. “We’ve kept him detained all night, best to get going quickly so we can move him over this afternoon.” He sounds absentminded when he speaks, as if his attention was elsewhere, likely reading off of the file in his hands. Still, you frown at his words. 

“Move him? To where, custody? How do you know we’ll have to do that?” Yeonjun doesn’t answer right away, which was unusual for him, and you pause with your hand on the door handle. — “I think it’s best you just come down here”, he then says, the finalisation in his tone evident. You bite the inside of your cheek, your mind suddenly swimming with questions you longed to ask. But you shrug them off, twisting the handle as you step outside. 

“Alright, I’ll be there.” 

The walk to the basement where the interrogations took place was an even longer one today. With no elevator you’re forced to stumble down four sets of stairs, silently vowing to yourself never to wear heels to work ever again. 

Fishing through your pockets, you grab onto the first thing you come across. A small tube of red lipstick, the engravings on its container made your heart skip a beat as you recognized its origin. Oh. You thought you’d gotten rid of that.. But the small cosmetic seemed to have made it during your move not long ago. How odd. 

The sound of your heels come to an abrupt halt as you stop to apply the red tint to your lips, using the camera on your far too old phone as a mirror. Despite its long history, the color remained just as bold as it had been when it was brand new. For some reason the revelation made your chest contract. — Screw it, you thought as you pushed the container back into the depths of your pocket. You would make sure to get rid of it on your way home. The past should remain the past, and for good reasons too. 

Interrogation room 31 is by the very end of the hall. The lights here had yet to be switched out and some of them flickered in a most uncanny way, setting the scene for something akin to a horror movie. However your worries come to ease when you spot your senior outside the door. Leaning against the wall, Yeonjun pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as his eyes remain glued to the files in front of him. 

“Took you long enough”, he huffs without taking his eyes off the clipboard. You raise a threatening fist his way but lower it again with a small grin, “whatever.” Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow your way but doesn’t make an attempt to comment as he instead sighs. — “23 year old male, brought in yesterday around 1am..” He begins, his expression quickly schooling into a more professional one, and you’re instantly reminded of how he used to be when you trained under him. 

He flips the paper, eyes dropping as he scans the written documents. “He’s in for first degree murder and attempted arson.” Shit, that’s serious. — “Are there any witnesses?” You ask, interrupting him when your curiosity gets the better of you. Though it would likely be far too soon to determine that. Yeonjun shakes his head, “None have come forward, besides it’s still too early to say.” You nod, heat rising on your cheeks at the small misstep. 

“Then, how is he linked to the crime?” 

Yeonjun’s eyes snap toward you upon hearing your words, his jaw twitching ever so slightly. “Victim’s DNA on him”, he says as he hands you the file belonging to the victim. Your gaze immediately falls on the number of pictures already gathered from the scene. From the blood covered floorboards to the discarded knife, the bloody bathtub and the victim himself. 

“Park Baekhyun”, Yeonjun says as he points to the picture snapped of a man in his mid thirties. He was bruised from head to toe, his limp body awkwardly laid in the full tub. “34, male, cause of death was asphyxiation due to his head being held underwater for an extended period of time.” 

Once he’s reached the end of his small debrief, your jaw hangs slack. Whoever did this had no intentions of sparing the poor man. And judging by the way the scene looked, they didn’t seem to ever have.

“Will you be alright with this one?” Your senior’s question pulls your attention from the files in your hand, and you quickly nod. “Of course!” This was your first big case, and there was no way you would back down now, not when an opportunity had presented itself like this. 

Yeonjun leans over to unlock the door, his hand on the handle when he turns to you. “Remember I’m always-” — “On the other side of the glass, I know.” You finish with a small smile, and Yeonjun scoffs as he shakes his head. 

Interrogation rooms are small, their walls stripped bare and sterile. With no windows and not even a clock to tell the time, the space feels nearly suffocating. A metal table is placed by the center of the room, adorned with scratches and uneven sections from its years of mistreatment. Above it hangs a single fluorescent light, casting the room in an almost clinical glow. 

The man before you sits on one of the uncomfortable chairs, his head bowed and his cuffed hands resting on the table. His long dark hair shields his face from view, and you find your own gaze dropping to the files in your hands once more as you slide into the seat opposite him. 

You clear your throat, the quietness of the room only amplifying the sound of you swallowing again. “You’re being investigated on the grounds of first degree murder of Park Baekhyun and attempted arson against his property. You have the right to remain silent and or request for an attorney. Keep in mind that anything you say here can be used against you in court.” 

Exhale. 

With a quick glance toward the thick glass window to your left, you allow yourself a momentary break. No matter how hard you squint, it was impossible to make out anything on the other side. But you knew that Yeonjun was watching, and it made everything ten times more surreal. — When you notice that the suspect has yet to speak, you turn your attention back to him. 

He remains in front of you, with his head bowed as his fingers absentmindedly tap against the cool metal table. Your breath catches in your throat when you survey the dark rings adorning almost each and every one of his fingers, they looked oddly familiar. But before you have time to ponder the matter further, he lifts his gaze. 

His dark hair falls from his face, making his equally dark eyes meet yours, instantly they seize you with a look you knew all too well. The persistent tapping of his fingers come to an abrupt halt as his lips curl into a menacing smirk, the one that used to make your stomach twist. In that moment, you knew that he knew. Still, you deny it, hands fervently flipping the files as you replace the victim’s with his. 

Your heart plummets through the floor when your eyes land on the name, and suddenly it all makes sense. He was bound to end up in this room one day, you knew that, you had known that for a long time. You just… Had never imagined to be the one on the other side. 

His smirk only widens, exposing the sharp and shiny teeth that had grazed your skin so many times before. A breathy laugh rumbles within his chest, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, not once. He exhales with a short breath: 

“Dollface. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” 

The pet name makes an ice cold shiver crawl up your spine. You push down the insults waiting on your tongue, the months of resentment and the anger. Inhaling slowly, you remain perfectly still. He studies you close, dark eyes narrowing as he tilts his head to the side. It was as if he was trying to calculate your next move, you knew that he could. 

“Beomgyu.” The name tastes foul in your mouth, making you want to spit it out. You thought you’d left him behind, left him for good. For ten months you had tried to recover from him, from everything he’d put you through. All of it for nothing. Now he was closer than ever, within an arm's reach, if you so wished to touch him. 

His smirk only widened, he was enjoying this, you could tell it thrilled him. “In the flesh”, he says, his voice a low drawl as he drinks in your slightly bewildered expression. There were so many things you wanted to tell him, so many things you wished to get off your chest. But before you can even get a word out, the door to the interrogation room is slammed open. 

You don’t have to look to know who it is. Yeonjun’s presence could be felt from miles away as he looms over you. “A word outside”, is all he says, before promptly turning on his heel and walking out again. — You don’t take your eyes off of Beomgyu when you rise to your feet, and the smirk on his face persists even when you exit the room. 

“Alright, what’s going on?”

Your senior’s voice echoes down the vacant hallway and you wince at the accusation of his tone. How did you tell him, how did you come clean about the fact that you had history with the man currently detained and cuffed on the other side of the door. — Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you hesitantly chew on it as your eyes dart between the floor and the walls, anywhere but him. 

“Well I… Sort of knew him..” The words come out awkward, and you grimace at the way you presented the situation. Yeonjun’s frown only deepens, the crease on his forehead becoming even more prominent. “Knew?” He presses, and you suddenly feel as if you were the one being interrogated. This was not how your first case was supposed to go. 

“Well.. I haven’t seen him in a long time.” You press your lips into a thin line, forcing yourself into a more upright stance as you try your best at holding his gaze. — “How long?” Yeonjun counters, to which your heart sinks. How long has it been? You hardly kept track, for Choi Beomgyu was someone you longed to forget. “Ten months”, you finally say. 

Your senior sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers as he bites the inside of his cheek. He remains quiet for a good minute and you anxiously fiddle with the hem of your sleeves, glancing over your shoulder to make sure that no one was witnessing the most embarrassing conversation taking place. 

“I’ll take you off the case.” 

No. He can’t do that, can he? Well he technically could. Still, it was an option you refused to consider. “No.” You promptly say, rolling your shoulders back once as you prepare to face his rejection. You didn’t know why your first thought was to refuse, why a pang shot through your chest at the idea of having the case go to someone else, but it did. 

Selfish as you were, you thought you needed this case for your own gain. Whether it was to find some sort of closure for the way things ended, or perhaps even to satisfy your own curiosity. Either way, you knew that this case belonged to you. — “I’m confident that I can do this.” Your voice doesn’t waver, and your gaze is firm as you peer up at Yeonjun. 

Your senior sighs, carding his fingers through his hair as he mutters something under his breath. “It’s against policy and I shouldn’t-” — “Please, Yeonjun.” You take a step forward, hopeful eyes silently pleading with him. 

“I could be of great help, I’m certain of it, please just give me a chance.” — Yeonjun doesn’t look convinced, his dark brows furrowed as he glances between you and the shut door. Patiently you wait as he thinks to himself, your heart thrumming in your ears as you refuse the urge to beg him further. 

Finally, he huffs, shaking his head once, as if in disbelief of himself. “Alright, but if I notice that things are getting out of hand you’re off, are we clear?” 

Eagerly you nod, “Of course. Thank you, sir!” You catch the way he rolls his eyes, coughing slightly as he dismisses you with the wave of his hands. “Don’t act formal with me now”, he tsks, shooting you a small sideway glance. He reaches for the handle once more, holding the door open for you as you enter the suffocating interrogation room a second time that day. 

The silence is deafening as you step back inside, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you echoing off the four confined walls. Beomgyu remains seated, mindlessly fiddling with the rings on his fingers, the cuffs around his wrists scraping against the metal table. — You force yourself to remain stoic as you approach once more, carefully taking your seat opposite him as you place your files down in front of you. 

You clear your throat, ready to begin the initial interview when he suddenly speaks. “You look different.” He presents the statement causally as he leans back in his chair, it makes a squeaking noise at the action. Your heart pounds against your ribcage and you swallow as you hold his gaze. — “People change”, you say, your throat suddenly feeling dry. 

Beomgyu shakes his head, his dark and piercing gaze trailing along your figure. “But you act the same.” His lips stretch into a menacing smirk and you have to force the memories of those very lips against your own and all over your body, out of your head. Focus. You couldn’t afford to be taken off the case. 

“Last night”, you start off strong, your voice firm as you finally divert your attention from the files you’d been clinging onto, “You were present at Park Baekhyun’s property around 1am. What were you doing there?” 

The smirk has yet to fall from his face and Beomgyu cocks an eyebrow your way as he lets go of the rings he’d been fiddling with. “Cleanin’ up a mess”, the nonchalant tone he used masks any hint of unease he might be experiencing. 

“What kind of mess?” 

A glimmer of mischief flashes across his almost black eyes, it was one you recognized. His tongue prods against the inside of his cheeks, his hands flat against the metal table. “Well certainly not the ones we used to make.” The mockery made your skin crawl and you fought back the insults surfacing as you clenched your jaw. 

“Please refrain from straying off topic”, you say, your voice eerily calm. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, but doesn’t attempt to argue as he regards you with a bored expression. “One of my employee’s messed up”, he shrugs, “Fairly new to the job so I can’t really hold him accountable.” — You watch as his eyes flicker over to the window on his right, his gaze narrowing on the thick glass. 

“You gotta go easy on the newbies”, he then adds without tearing his attention from the window. And even though he couldn’t see Yeonjun, he without a doubt knew that he was there. For a moment, it felt almost as if he was addressing your senior and not you. 

Beomgyu’s gaze soon flickers back to you, the smirk on his lips returning within seconds. “But you would know all about that wouldn’t you?” His eyes flash with underlying desire, “I went easy on you the first time.” 

He didn’t. Perhaps that was why you remembered your first encounter with Choi Beomgyu to this day. 

⸝⸝ 

📼 — March 28th 2022 

The floor thumps in rhythm to the loud bass that echoes from the DJ booth. Sweaty bodies are pressed against one another as people tear their way through the dancefloor. The fluorescent lights blind you as they flash from purple to blue to green and back to purple again. — Perched awkwardly on a high stool by the bar, you watch as the night unravels before you. 

Clubs had never been your forte. Especially not during the weekends where they seemed to host a home for the whole city as everyone drank their day to day problems away. Your eyes scan for Kayla, she was the one who’d brought you here in the first place. After listening to her persistent whining for almost an hour you had finally caved, but at what cost? 

As soon as your coats had been left, she’d darted for the dancefloor, not as much as a second thought about you as she searched for her next victim. You shouldn’t even be surprised anymore, it was in her nature honestly. 

You’ve already emptied two glasses, and now you’re tapping the cool rim against your lips as you aimlessly peer out over the crowd. The idea of another drink enticed you, but your wallet strongly disagreed with that idea, thus you were left far too sober for your own liking as you avoided any attempts at socialising. You weren’t here to make friends, much less fuck around. 

It was then, in the midst of a heavy sigh, that your eyes fell on him. Back then you hadn’t known his name, you hadn’t known anything of what was to come. Your first thought was that he wasn’t your type. And you wanted to leave it at that, to let your eyes continue their endless roam and forget about him, but you couldn’t. 

Your gaze clung to him as it trailed along his dark and long hair, perfectly framing his sharp features. Then to the half-hearted smirk he wore, to his dark clothes and the black rings around almost each and every one of his fingers. And then finally to his eyes, darker and all the more menacing than the rest of him, they seemed to glow under the neon lights. 

For some reason, he was looking at you too. Despite the two half-naked girls draped over him, their hands insistently clawing at every part of him they could access, undoubtedly whispering beyond filthy shit in his ears with sickeningly sweet giggles. — Why was he looking at you?

He wasn't alone, far from it. The small booth he occupied held, not only him and the two girls, but at least three other guys as well, all wearing the same brooding expressions. You should look away, pretend like you’d never seen him in the first place, but the longer you stared at him, and the longer he stared back, it became increasingly more difficult. 

His smirk widens when he brings his glass to his lips, and over the rim you catch the sly wink he sends you. Your heart stumbles over its next beat, your own glass stuttering against your chin as you grip it tighter. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to getting hit on, or even subtly flirted with. But there was something undeniably different about this man. Despite your earlier complaints on your sobriety, you suddenly felt intoxicated in a way you never had before. 

And so you did the only reasonable thing left to do. You winked back. 

He chuckles, even though you’re unable to hear it, you can see it in the way his chest rises and falls. His ring clad hand slides along the thigh of one of the girls, who giggled as she leaned in to kiss his neck. He seemed to pay her little mind, those same dark eyes still fixed on you.. 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

Kayla’s voice is sharp, and it snaps your attention from the stranger and over to your friend as she takes the seat next to yours. Slouched over the bar, she orders herself a glass of water which she begins gulping down. — “What?” You question as you watch her wipe her lips. 

“That guy, the one you were eyeing”, she points in the direction of the man you’d just been gawking at, “He’s no good.” She gives a firm nod, glass gripped tightly in her hand as she peers down at the liquid floating around. — “How’d you know?” You scoff as you, too, turn back to the bar. Perhaps she was jealous of you succeeding in finding someone when she wasn’t, it wouldn’t be a first. 

But Kayla only huffs, her nails tapping against the glass as she purses her lips. “Only uses women for his own personal gain and pleasure, you’ll get hurt.” 

“What if I only seek pleasure?” That was a lie, because you didn’t, far from it. You were nothing like Kayla, at least you liked to think you weren’t. —- “Then I suggest you seek it elsewhere, I meant what I said, he’s bad news.” 

“How do you know that?”

Her knowledge about this stranger intrigued you. Had she hooked up with him before and got jealous by the possibility of you doing the same? Had he rejected her? 

Kayla sighs, her expression taking on an almost melancholic form as she sets her glass down. “Do you remember Shay?” She suddenly asks and you frown, confused by the mention of her old friend. “Yeah? You haven’t mentioned her in a while, did something happen?” 

Your friend snorts, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she nods toward the man by the booth. “Yeah, he did. – One night she’s off with him, next time I see her is two weeks later, drugged out of her fucking mind and unable to stand on her own goddamn legs.” A visible shiver runs down Kayla's spine as she recalls the events in her head. 

Turning back to the counter, she picks up her glass, “Besides, I’ve never seen him with the same woman twice.” With that, she downs the remaining water before pushing the now empty glass away. — “Better to try your luck on the dancefloor, hm?” She suggests as she attempts to pull you along. 

“I’m fine here.” You give her a small smile, watching as she nods before turning to disappear through the thick crowd. 

As much as you tried to keep your gaze from wandering, it somehow ended up by that godforsaken booth yet again. Except this time, the man seemed far too busy to spare your hopeless stares as much as a second glance. One of the girls had crawled onto his lap, shielding most of his face from view as she pressed her lips to his. 

His fingers squeezed around her hips before his hands traveled down the curve of her ass, barely covered by the ridiculously short skirt she wore. — They only broke apart for him to mutter something to one of the others present, their following laughter almost overpowering the loud music. 

With a small grimace you finally tear your gaze from the sight, slumping back against the bar with a tired sigh. This night seemed to drag on forever. Perhaps you could call a cab home, Kayla would probably want to stay at least another two hours, something that you weren’t quite feeling. 

You brace your hands on the countertop with the intention of heaving yourself from your chair and search for your friend when the bartender suddenly catches your attention. Wordlessly he places a drink in front of you, making your head jerk up as you give him a confused look. “I didn’t order–” 

“Booth 12”, he nodded to somewhere behind you but you hardly needed to turn around to know where this drink had come from. With your heart in your throat, you take the cool glass, eyeing the pinkish hue of the contents that swirled around the ice cubes. Why had he bought you this? Hesitantly you bring the glass to your lips, taking a small sip as you let the liquid slip down your throat. 

It tasted sweet, and you quickly found yourself going back for more. But hadn’t he been busy just a few moments ago.. Perhaps you’d read him wrong. — Suppose you could finish this drink and then head home. But you can barely get as much as another sip in before the seat next to yours becomes occupied. 

Through the corner of your eye you can easily make out his long dark hair, the faint smirk on his lips as he clasps his hands on the counter in front of him. For a moment, there’s an awkward silence hanging over the two of you. He doesn’t say anything as he gazes ahead, part of you wondered if he’d even come here with the intention of talking to you at all. 

You take another sip of your drink, desperate for the liquor to take effect. The man shifts in his seat, and you feel as though you were on fire when his head turns in your direction. Even with no words he managed to make your heart beat in a frenzy as you clutched your glass tightly. 

His dark and piercing gaze is unforgiving as it roams your figure, undoubtedly lingering where it shouldn’t. It was like he knew no shame. You should’ve told him off, you should’ve gotten up and left. For some reason you find yourself staring at him with equally invading eyes. 

“I haven’t seen you here before.” 

It’s the first time he speaks, his head falling to the side as he studies you. “You new around town?” His voice is smooth, clean of any stuttering or awkwardness. A small part of you envied how easily he seemed to be carrying himself. — You shake your head, “No.” 

The man raises an eyebrow, and you don’t stop him when he reaches for your drink. The rings around his fingers make a clanking sound against the glass as he takes it and brings it to his lips. “Then what? Not your crowd?” He asks before taking a sip, his eyes never leaving you. 

“No, I suppose not..” You gingerly admit, not wanting to highlight the fact that you were completely out of your element. But judging by the way he looked at you, his silent demeanor practically eating you alive, he probably knew that already. — He places your glass back down, gently pushing it back your way as he wordlessly encourages you to drink more. You don’t know why you oblige. 

He takes the opportunity of you sipping on your drink to introduce himself. “Choi Beomgyu���, he says, the smirk on his lips widening as he does. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name. He was a stranger, not to mention one that Kayla had specifically warned you about not long ago. Still, this man intrigued you beyond limits.. 

Beomgyu, as his name was, suddenly leaned closer and you could almost smell the liquor on his breath. “Come on dollface, you must have a name?” The nickname he so casually dropped made your stomach flip. — You tell yourself that this was just a game of his. Taking Kayla’s words into consideration, not to mention the fact that he had girls draped over him minutes ago, this wasn’t the first time he chatted someone up. You would not make a fool of yourself and fall for such cheap tricks. 

He’s silent as he waits for you to answer, but when you merely avoid his gaze and sip on your drink, he chuckles. The laugh is pulled from deep within his chest and it sounds raspy when it rolls off his tongue. Beomgyu leans back, running a hand leisurely through his long hair. “Hard to charm I see.” 

You don’t answer, but you can’t help but watch as he rests his elbows against the bartop, his finger dragging just below his bottom lip as he regards you with intrigue. — “Not your type?” You retort, your response coming out somewhat short. It was hard to fathom any reasoning behind his strange interest in you. 

“Far from it”, Beomgyu hums, though his glimmering eyes betray the words coming out of his mouth. The lower half of his face pulls into a lopsided grin, “But I’m not opposed to trying new things.” 

Your first instinct was to scoff, to tell him to fuck off back to wherever he’d emerged from. It’s strange. You find yourself completely unable to. Instead you push your nearly finished drink toward him once more, and Beomgyu takes it as he brings it to his lips. — If he wasn’t opposed to trying new things, then who says you weren’t either?” 

“Tell me your name.” 

His breath is hot on your neck, coming in short pants as he slams his hips against yours. The alleway is dark and vacant, shielding the two of you from prying eyes. Shoved against the brick wall, you’re pliant in his grasp as Beomgyu’s hands roam your body. With your skirt pushed high above your hips, the metal of his rings feel cool against your thighs as his fingers dig into your soft flesh. 

Was this a good idea? — It didn’t matter. Your nails rake along his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close. Beomgyu chuckles against the crock of your neck, his lips leaving sloppy kisses over your skin, pulling it between his teeth. 

This was so unlike anything you’d ever done before. Not that you were a prude, or anything of the sort. But something like this, in a place like this, where anyone could walk by and with a mere stranger no less.. Whatever. You figured he was just another promiscuous man with no other intentions than the last. You would use it to your advantage tonight, or at least so you thought. 

But for every kiss he placed against your body, for every quiet whisper of praise that slipped from his tongue, you found yourself slowly losing your last semblance of control. Beomgyu was not like any of your previous partners, he was new, exciting, exotic even. Something you’d never had before, and now that you’d gotten a small taste, you felt far from satisfied. 

Why did he want to know your name? Why did it matter if you were to never see one another after tonight? Still, his silent request is made clear when he presses your lips together in a feverish kiss. You gasp out at the feeling of his hard cock as it buries inside of your aching cunt, your thighs trembling as they remain wrapped around his waist. 

“Dollface”, he exhales into the kiss, his mouth warm and wet against yours. And when he pulls back for air, your dazed eyes meet his as you brace your hands on his chest. Licking your lips, you inhale slowly before finally giving out your name, your most vulnerable piece of information. 

He smirks, clearly thrilled by the admission. For a split second you wondered if you’d done the right thing. Perhaps it had all been one grave mistake. If it was, you weren’t given time to ponder it as he reconnets your lips, this time with a passion unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

And that was exactly how you became infatuated with Choi Beomgyu.

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[lickingan0rchid]

need hyuka to pin me down and fuck me slowly while telling me how good i feel 💔

and thats the thing: kai is soooo vocal

poor baby cant shut up about how good you feel, its too overwhelming. no matter what position you're in. its almost inhibiting too.

he'll be fucking you in missionary, sliding in and out of your pussy so expertly, so deeply, until he gets lost in how fucking good you feel around his cock. warm and gummy, walls squeezing around him right up until he's about to cum.

fuck... fuck, baby, he exhales with no control into your neck, his head having fallen into the crook. he moans with his mouth open and eyes closed, airy breaths escaping any way they can quickly followed by a desperate inhale just so he can voice his pleasure into your all over again. god you're so fucking tight for me, holy shit.

baby's so foul mouthed tooooo :( feels so good he can't control anything he's saying hehe.

he's holding both your wrists in one hand, pinning them down above your head while his other hand digs into your waist, another outlet to express how turned on he is knocking on your cervix over and over again. the skin of your waist pales beneath his tight grip.

he'll move his hand up to your chest and squeeze your tit in his large palm, he'll bite into your neck until teeth marks appear, he'll kiss you repeatedly so deeply that your lips become puffy, anything he can do to mitigate the feeling all while he's babbling nonsense about how good you are for him god i need him so badly.

[lickingan0rchid]

Christmas Morning ━ 연준

genre: smut summary: you give your boyfriend an early morning christmas gift warnings: blowjob, language, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!), riding (def forgot something) pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader wc: 1.2k a/n: DAY 10!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

You woke up to the soft glow of Christmas morning, the room bathed in that quiet, magical light that only comes when snow blankets the world outside. The air smelled faintly of pine from the tree in the corner, and the faint sound of carols played somewhere in the distance. You stretched lazily, feeling his warmth beside you, and turned to see him still asleep, his face soft, his breathing even.

But then your eyes dropped lower, and you noticed it.

The outline of his cock, hard and straining against the blankets, tenting the fabric in a way that made your stomach clench with desire. You bit your lip, your heart starting to race as you let your hand drift down, brushing lightly over the bulge. He shifted in his sleep, a soft murmur escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake.

Good.

You didn’t want him awake. Not yet.

You slid down in the bed, the sheets rustling softly as you moved, and you peeled the blanket back just enough to expose him. He was already hard, his cock resting against his stomach, the tip glistening slightly. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you didn’t hesitate, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the head, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

He stirred, his hips lifting slightly, and you smiled to yourself, wrapping your hand around the base of him as you took him into your mouth, your lips sliding down his length with practiced ease. You started slow, teasing him with light sucks and gentle strokes, your tongue dragging along the underside of him as you pulled back, only to sink down again.

“Mmm…” he mumbled, still half-asleep, and you felt his hand brush against your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as you worked him deeper, your head bobbing in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it,” you whispered, pulling off just long enough to speak before taking him back in, your hand working in tandem with your mouth as you felt him start to harden even more, his cock swelling against your tongue.

“God, that feels good…” he groaned, his voice still heavy with sleep, but you could hear the edge of desperation creeping in, the way he was trying to hold back, to let you control this.

You hummed again, the vibration making him shudder, and you picked up the pace, your hand tightening around him as your mouth moved faster, your lips sealed tight as you sucked him in, your tongue working over the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

“Fuck, fuck…” he gasped, his hips lifting off the bed now, his hand tightening in your hair as he held you there, not pushing, just wanting to feel you. You let him, your eyes fluttering closed as you focused on the feel of him against your tongue, the way he filled your mouth, the subtle salty taste of him as he grew harder, thicker.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough now, strained, and you felt a thrill run through you at the words, at the way he was falling apart because of you. You pulled back again, your lips slick and swollen, and you looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as you took him back in, your tongue swirling around the tip before sinking down again, taking him as deep as you could.

“Jesus… I’m not gonna last…” he warned, his voice tight, and you smiled around him, your hand moving faster now, your mouth working him in time with your strokes, and you felt him tense, his cock pulsing against your tongue as he came, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

You swallowed, your lips still wrapped around him as you milked him through it, your hand slowing as his body relaxed, his grip on your hair slackening as he collapsed back onto the bed, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You pulled off, licking your lips as you sat back on your heels, watching him as he tried to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded but still fixed on you, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction.

“Merry Christmas,” you said softly, your voice teasing, and he laughed, a low, breathless sound that made your stomach flutter.

“Best fucking present ever,” he muttered, his voice still rough, and you grinned, leaning down to kiss him, your lips still tasting of him as he reached up to pull you closer, his hands sliding down your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

You knew this wasn’t over. Not yet.

But for now, you were content to just lie there, wrapped in his arms, the warmth of his body against yours as the snow fell softly outside, the world quiet and still.

“Take me again,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and urgent, and you smiled, your fingers trailing down his chest as you moved to straddle him, your body pressing against his as he groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

“You’re insatiable,” you teased, your voice breathy as you leaned down to kiss him again, your body pressing against his as you felt him harden beneath you, his cock already straining against your stomach.

“For you? Always,” he muttered, and you laughed, the sound muffled as he kissed you again, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he lifted you, guiding you onto him, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance as you sank down, taking him in, your body stretching to accommodate him as he groaned, his hands tightening on your hips.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his voice ragged, and you smiled, your hands braced on his chest as you started to move, your hips rolling as you took him deeper, your body trembling with the intensity of it.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you rode him, your nails digging into his chest as he thrust up into you, his hands tightening on your hips as he guided you, his body moving in time with yours as you lost yourself in the rhythm of it, in the way he filled you, stretched you, made you feel so fucking good.

“Cum for me,” he growled, his voice low and rough, and you gasped, your body tightening around him as you felt it building, the tension coiling in your stomach as he thrust up into you, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Oh God…” you moaned, your head falling back as you came, your body shaking as he thrust into you again, his hands gripping your hips as he drove you over the edge, your release washing over you in waves as he groaned, his own release following close behind, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, his hands tightening on your hips as he held you there, his body trembling beneath yours.

“Fuck…” he breathed, his voice rough, and you collapsed against him, your body still trembling as he wrapped his arms around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you lay there, your body still connected to his as the world outside faded away, the only sound the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

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[lickingan0rchid]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request a one shot based on the GGUM mv where yeonjun is a cocky and bratty k pop idol that belittles everyone and basically the reader is like his mananger who’s had enough of his behavior and decides to teach him a lesson and he’s super submissive.

btw i LOVE your writing. cold, curse city was amazing <3

jumped for joy when i saw submissive yeonjun YAYYYYYYY (also thank you!!! hehe)

(wc: 2k / warnings: mean dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, reader’s kind of a bitch but yeonjun is too so it’s okay, degradation, humiliation, oral kinda idk eating pussy thru the panties, unprotected sex, edging..?)

you’re pretty sure that the biggest source of your headaches on any given day is the man you’re watching right now—on a tuesday at eight in the morning—who’s trying to convince you that the interviewer deserved it earlier when he called her an idiot.

“yeah, no. that’s never happening again,” you say plainly, cutting off his long-winded explanation. if only he could catch on when you’re trying to leave no room for argument, but unfortunately he has the most major case of lacking respect and decorum that you’ve ever seen.

“so you think it was okay for her to say that being bratty is my whole brand?” he asks.

“well, if you keep acting the way you do, then you can’t be surprised if that’s what people focus on.” you won’t lie: his brash personality is definitely good for gaining attention. his PR team never has to work too hard, since they know yeonjun’s going to do something stupid to get him on the news anyway. you’re jealous, cause you’re over here busting your ass to make sure he doesn’t go too far and ruin his career.

“i’d be selling a fake image if i was out there kissing babies and shaking hands,” yeonjun says.

“so the better alternative is running your mouth until half the country wants you beaten up?” you don’t want him to act like someone he’s not, but you also don’t want him to be such a dick to everyone.

“stop acting like you know me or the things i want,” he says. it lights a fire inside of you, rage burning at his insinuation. “i don’t want a nice, clean image. i fucking hate it when you try to force that onto me.”

he walks away into his dressing room, probably done with you and this conversation, but you’ve had it. you’re pissed, and he needs to learn that he doesn’t sit on top of the world. you mutter out quick apologies to the staff you push past in your haste to follow yeonjun.

before you can step into the room, yeonjun slams the door in front of your face. “yeonjun, are you fucking kidding me?!” you bang your fist against the door when turning the knob doesn’t work.

“go away,” he says from behind the door. you let out something like a growl in your frustration, feeling like you might just rip all your hair out. it’s too early to already be doing this.

“why do you throw fits every time i try to tell you to have some respect? you can never just bite your tongue for a second.”

you’re met with silence. you hate when he starts tuning you out. you’ll have to pop a few tylenols after this to keep your headache from killing you.

you start up once more, “you think anyone’s gonna look at your art before they look at you as a person? what’s the point in making good music if the person behind it is such a jackass?”

again, no reply. you sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to collect yourself. this isn’t worth it. he’s never going to change.

“i’m thinking i should just quit and let you deal with whatever asshole comes in after me,” you say, just trying to stir him into giving you a response now. you usually keep yourself from going back and forth with him like this, but he’s been on your nerves way too much recently. you were bound to explode with how much he’s been testing you.

the door finally opens. you don’t waste a second when you push it wider and enter the room, shutting it behind you. he’s crossing his arms, eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for you to scold him some more.

“you actually gonna quit, or was that all talk?” he asks.

you scowl and push on his shoulders until he’s sitting on one of the chairs. his eyes widen for a second like he’s surprised you actually put your hands on him. he should be grateful you don’t do worse.

“listen, i’m not going to take your shit anymore. i’m not giving you a choice. you need to have some respect.” you look down at him with ice cold eyes. he squirms a little in his seat; you almost find it funny.

“i don’t know how you expect me to do that. this is just how i am,” he counters.

“shutting your mouth would be a good start.” you put your hand over his lips when he opens them to start talking again. “see, you’re already trying to bark. just listen.”

you keep your hand there, and you’re kind of surprised that he doesn’t even try to move you away. your other hand grips the back of his chair so that you’re leaning over him, and you finally feel like you’re more powerful than him. you feel like he might listen to you for once.

“if you don’t want to be seen as a brat, then don’t be a brat,” you say. “you can have a tough image without annoying everyone. people see you more as a toddler than as some cool guy.”

his eyes dart down, and you realize that, with you leaning over him, he has a great view of your cleavage. he’s staring at your tits. scandalized, you grab his jaw to tilt his head all the way up, so he can either stare at the ceiling or look at your face. he chooses the ceiling.

“are you trying to make me hate my job? do you want me to quit?” you ask.

his eyes find yours at that, and you’re a little surprised to not find any fight in them. he shakes his head and keeps his mouth shut.

“you can answer now,” you say, letting go of his jaw.

“don’t quit, i like you as my manager,” he answers quickly. you huff out a laugh.

“well you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes—and sounds completely sincere, too.

you stand up straight, assessing him silently. you let your eyes rake down his body, noticing how he doesn’t move an inch. looks like you’ve finally put him in his place. it’s such a shame that it practically takes you bullying him to get to this point.

“so you’re gonna cool the tough guy act?” you ask.

“i dunno, maybe you should test how obedient i can be,” he prompts with a growing smile. wow, and you were doing so well.

“get off that chair.” immediately he does, standing up and waiting for his next instruction. you laugh at how pathetic his switch up is. you’d love for the nation to see yeonjun now, so eager to follow your orders. how far will he go?

you decide to test it out. “kneel.”

he’s just as quick to follow through with that, too. a power rush is already surging inside you, pumping adrenaline through your body. he looks up at you from his position on his knees. there’s still some space between you, though.

“come a little closer. crawl to me.” your pleased smile stays on your face as you watch him obey, keeping eye contact as he inches toward you.

“this is so funny,” you say as you look down at him. for the first time in your life, you see him look embarrassed. his eyes dart off to the side, unable to take the torment. “eyes on me. don’t you dare try looking away again.”

his cheeks glow with a subtle red tint, you notice as you take in his face. “would you be so kind as to apologize to me again?” you ask.

“i’m sorry,” he answers promptly.

“hm. better than that.”

he looks confused, but you know he’s desperate to follow because he’s quick to oblige. “i’m sorry i was such a brat to you and everyone else.”

“you were a brat. what do you think brats like you deserve?”

you feel him shiver. “punishment,” he answers meekly.

“that’s right.” you place your foot on his crotch, not paying any mind to how hard he is already. “what a shame you were so bad. you could’ve came today.” you take your foot off him and spread your legs apart. “get me nice and wet for your cock.”

“w-what?” he stammers, looking up at you all scandalized.

“i’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” with all the eagerness he’s ever had, yeonjun grips onto your thighs and dips his head beneath your skirt. he starts licking your cunt over your panties, tongue working adamantly against you like he’s scared to do it wrong or poorly.

you sigh, relaxing into the feeling. this is better stress relief than any amount of medicine could give you. maybe you’ll be resorting to this more often.

he wraps his lips around your clothed clit and sucks, then swipes his tongue across the swollen bud. he’s deeply focused on pleasuring you, repeating any little action that makes your legs twitch. you hate to admit it, but he’s getting you wet so fast.

“guess this is the only way to shut you up, huh?” you ask, and you feel him nod in response. “should i do this more then?”

“yes,” he pulls away to say, replacing his mouth with his fingers rubbing quickly against you. “do it as much as you want.”

“is the promise of pussy the only way you’ll—fuck, just like that—respect me?” his fingers run wildly over your clit, desperation oozing off of him.

“only yours. i’ll do anything for it.” he presses into your core, grinding his hand against you. “you’re so wet. please sit on my cock.”

you hum, wanting to say no and torture him more, but you can’t deny how bad you want to feel him inside you.

“sit on the chair and undo your pants,” you instruct. you slide off your panties as he does that.

you sit on his lap and give his dick a few quick jerks before aligning it with your entrance. he makes more noise than you do as you sink onto him, which would make you snicker if you weren’t so busy adjusting to his size.

“you moan like a bitch,” you hiss out as you finally take all of him in. you stay bottomed out for a minute, letting yourself get used to the stretch, grinding your hips every now and then to hear him whine.

“please move, i need more,” he says after a minute.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you start moving anyway—not because he begged you to, but because you’re getting needier for your orgasm. “this isn’t about you, brat.”

he keeps whining as you bounce on his dick, throwing his head back and dropping his mouth open. he sounds so much better when he’s moaning like a whore instead of bitching at everyone on earth.

you gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, playing with the bud with endless need. even when he bites his lip, little noises keep spilling out of him, and a part of you is almost afraid that someone’s going to hear him.

“i’m close,” you say as you lean back a little, letting his dick hit a new spot inside of you. his eyes shine when he sees your body start twitching.

“i want you to cum so bad, please please give it to me!” his begging throws you ever the edge, biting your lip so you don’t make any sound. breathy little noises escape you instead, which yeonjun seems to like just as much.

you swat his hand away when it becomes too much, catching your breath while you ignore yeonjun’s twitching dick inside of you. yeonjun’s losing his patience, grabbing your hips needily.

“i need to cum too,” he says, brows upturned and almost looking pitiful. you enjoy the feeling of him inside you for a couple more seconds before getting up.

“isn’t that too bad,” you say. his jaw drops, and he goes speechless yet again. “don’t look so surprised. didn’t i tell you that you won’t be cumming today?”

the betrayal on his face suddenly makes this job worth every penny.

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blue raspberry flavored

soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: he’s so cute when he asks, he’s even cuter when he doesn’t

warnings: 🔞!!! breeding kink, baby trapper, dubcon/manipulation, nipple/breast play, use of teeth, marking, no protection, creampie, talk of pregnancy, soobin calls reader bunny a few times prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.5k

an: don't know how this one will go over but hope you guys like it feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

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Soobin was never really forgetful of anything. He never forgot your birthday, missed an anniversary, messed up on your coffee order, he never even had to write down what he needed when he went grocery shopping. But bringing a condom always seemed to slip his mind. 

At first it was easy to write off in the beginning of your relationship, every time the two of you got closer to having sex and not just messy make outs every pouty ‘its okay ill just pull out’ sounded more and more appealing. But you bought a box of condoms for your apartment and didn't realize the way his jaw clicked at the sight of them. 

Soon after soobin was suddenly into pda. Purposefully teasing you out in public, hand slipping up your thigh under the table at a friends house, pulling you into heady kisses out at events, pushing you into bathroom stalls to try and undress you. You didn't make the connection until later that he was avoiding taking you home. ‘I just can't wait i need you right now,’ 

He knew exactly what to say for you to fold, slowly chipping away at the idea that the two of you even needed protection at all. It was so easy for you to remember when in your own bed, the nightstand right there. But in the back of the car with his lips all over you, hands kneading your thighs, pushing your knees apart; you let so much slide. Mumblings for him to pull out lost between moans. Where was he supposed to cum in the car anyways? He’d hate to ruin the interior or your pretty skirt. 

In the beginning it wasn't so bad, soobin could restrain himself. If you two didn't use a condom he would make sure to pull out and if you did use one he was easy to comply. But it only took one time and it was an accident, a real accident where he didn't pull out fast enough. It was in the mix of his fucked out apology that he realized he wasnt sorry at all, not when he was watching the way your abused cunt was pushing out his cum and all he could really think about was going right back in for more. 

post nut he was a bit ashamed but as soon as he thought about it for long enough he had his hand down his pants begging in an empty room to get you pregnant. And when you're ovulating it's only worse. Not only does he know it would be so easy to knock you up but it's like you're beckoning him to do it. Your hands squeezing your boobs, pushing up your bra while you're watching movies together. “Ugh im so sore,” the pout on your lips instantly makes him hard. His imagination taking over thinking about just how big they would get if he did get you pregnant. 

And when you wear that tiny little tank top he is insatiable. Nipples peeking through the thin fabric as you lay against the pillows on the bed. You didn't even notice that soobin is paying no attention to the tv, his eyes watching the way your chest rises and falls. Adjusting in his seat to not make it too obvious he was already leaking in his sweatpants. Only it does the exact opposite, your eyes drawn to the bulge outlined in the gray fabric. 

“Need help there?” it's the slight invitation he needs to roll over on top of you, lips working down your throat, hips rutting against yours. 

“Please bunny, i need you,” he begs as you run your fingers through his hair pushing the strands behind his ears. Pleading brown eyes working on you instantly, he was always so desperate to have you and he knew it always made him get what he wanted. 

He tugs down your tank top far enough for your boobs to spill out, hands reaching up to cup them both, thumbs sliding over your skin as he groans. “Look at your pretty nipples,” he squeezes his hands, pushing them together to watch the way your cleavage deepens. 

You whine softly, “gentle i'm still tender,” the reminder only adding to his want, mouth coming down to suck on your nipple, your moan going straight to his aching cock. 

Kneading the handfuls he has of your breasts, your back arches, lips popping off obscenely from one nipple only to capture the next. He's rough as he massages, your nails scratching along his scalp, his moans reverberating through your chest as he swirls his tongue over the hard bud. 

He's humping you like you don't have layers of clothes separating you two, every slow drag of his hips pressing his hardness right against your clit, his teeth softly biting at your nipple tugging to watch how you react. Soobin knows that getting you off at least once before actually fucking you led to your inhibitions being weakned enough to forget about the condom all together. His hand slipped down between you two, pushing past your waistband to rub on your clit. 

Lips coated in his spit he starts sucking marks along your chest, watching the way your head rolls back, fingers sliding through your slick as your hips buck up into his hand. He knows your body well enough to see the first orgasm coming, relishing in the way you tremble against him. With no time to let you ride out your high he's pulling down your shorts and panties, kicking off his sweats using all your wetness to lube up his cock. 

But even in your haze you reach out beside you fumbling for the drawer to the nightstand pulling out the little shiny packet. You don't even see the disappointment on his face as you rip open the packet helping to slide the condom on him. 

And he wants to be good, truly, only when he slowly pushes in he cant think about anything else except fucking you hard enough the condom breaks, neither of you knowing until its too late, until all his cum is spilling out of you. It’s that thought alone that makes him pull all the way out, his fingers slipping along the condom as he tugs it off. “What-” 

“It's okay,” he mutters, tossing the condom to the pile of your clothes on the floor. “I need to feel all of you please,” and he tries to kiss away the worry on your mouth, and you shake your head. 

“No you need another one we have extra in the nightstand,” but he's already prodding your entrance, tip slipping in as he begs, "I'll just pull out I promise, please, please,"

You don't even get to respond before his hips slam into yours, fully seating himself inside you, promptly shutting up anything else you could say. Even if after the two of you were done you were upset it's not like you would leave him would you? Not if he got you pregnant, the two of you were ready, and he'd take such good care of you. “Fuck,” his drawn out moan pressed right into your neck as he bullies his cock into you, “you feel amazing bunny,” 

You're clinging to him, moans mixing with the obscene wet sounds coming from between you two. “Soobin s-slow down,” but you're not sure you want him to, not when he's hitting just the perfect spot inside of you, pressed so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. 

“No,” he pants pulling you closer, “im going to stuff you full of my fucking cum, we will stay here all night if we have to,” your clenching gummy walls aiding him on. “Don't you want my baby?” 

You can't even think straight let alone answer his question, his long fingers moving to work on your clit, “you'd be so pretty full of me, my cum, my baby, everyone would know youre all mine,” 

The room is full of your desperate moans, your legs wrapping around him as if you could pull him any closer. “You like that idea huh?” 

“Y-yes,” you're practically crying, tears welling up in your eyes, “i want it, please,” 

That alone makes soobins balls tighten, cock jerking inside you before he spills the biggest load he's ever had inside you. He presses his hips against yours making sure you're flush together as you cum, fluttering walls sucking him in deeper milking him dry of all he has. He takes your hand in his lowering it to press over your pelvis, pressing it down enough to make you moan, “i don't think once will do it,” deep slow thrusts pushing his cum further in making you dizzy, “but you did such a good job im sure you can handle the rest,"

a very special thank you to @aduh0308 and @chyuuiung for beta/proof reading this for me ily you're the best

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Taehyun who’s such a perv for his overly feminine girlfriend. Loves watching her do her makeup and loves seeing her mascara all messy around her eyes after he just ruined her perfectly done blowout. Simply adores when she wears flowy dresses that are so easy to take off, only held by a few knots and ribbons, is absolutely obsessed over her high pitched moans and whines when she’s normally a pillow princess and lets him do all the work 🤩🤩

lipstick stain

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of fingering and unprotected sex, overstim (f!rec), prob forgot some sorry wc: 0.6k an: this was not exactly your ask and im sorry about that but this was in my head like tae watching you as you get ready in the mirror is just so hot im sorry and this is what your ask made me think and this took me so long to answer im so sorry but I hope you like it <333 [m.list]

Taehyun loved to watch you while you got ready to go out. The vanity placed right next to the bed, Taehyun leaning back on his hands as he watches you move in close to the mirror. The way you curl your lashes right before you start to apply your mascara pulling him. Your mouth is just slightly open, so focused while he traces the line of your body, finding every point that connects his thoughts to his final decision. You're wearing a dress short enough that it exposes the back of your thighs as you lean over, the thin straps help tight with a carefully done up bow that you had been so nice to ask him to tie. 

Then you're gliding your lipstick over your bottom lip, catching his attention as you accentuate the need he has for you. He wants to see you messy from his hands, his lips, as he tears you apart for looking so tempting when he's so weak. He watches how you spin, just enough to see the back of your dress and check out if you look good. 

“Do you like it?” you ask, eyes catching him walking up behind you in the mirror. Goosebumps break out along your body with the feeling of his hands on your hips, following the natural dip between your thighs only to go back up. 

Taehyun places his chin on your shoulder, his evident reaction to you pressed to your backside while he nods, “Always, you know what this dress does to me. " He lifts a hand to tug at his careful work, the strap coming undone so easily, one half of your dress already trying to drop. 

“We’ll be late,” you try to remind him, his hand snaking up to your chin, thumb running over the fresh line of lipstick you had only just done, smudging your makeup. His hand on your hip is slow as it slips up your dress, bunching the fabric around your waist as he kisses the shell of your ear. 

“Who cares?” it's the only warning he gives you before he pushes your panties aside fingers seeking your warmth, “I just want to hear my pretty girl once before we leave,” 

“O-once?” because even you knew it was a lie, not when he never could bring himself to get enough of you after hearing you finish just one time. He would come back for more, over and over if he wanted and you would let him because just like him you couldn't resist. 

“Just once,” and then with his free hand not sinking into your waiting cunt he's pushing your head down, making your back arch as you lean on your elbows, breath fanning over the mirror. Taehyun finds it so easy to move you into any position he likes when your body goes so easily limp at the slow pumps of his skilled fingers. The power he holds is so apparent as he hears every little noise you make, the sounds going straight to his aching cock. He can't help himself, from needing to see you a mess, undone by his hands and his hands alone. Because when you cum, breathless and begging for more he can't help but give it to you. 

Laying you back against the pillows, kissing you until you're a mess of lipstick stains, the remnants of it traced down your neck as he bullies you into the sheets. Overstimulated when he starts his attack on your clit. Rubbing quick circles until you have tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, a thin line of a mascara tear slipping as you cum again and again, taking him right over the edge with you.

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he's such a fucking loser when you decide to hook up with him again he's so full of himself, thinking he can melt you and make you head over heels for his dick like he wasn't going to be a virgin for god knows how long if you didn't give him pussy.

i can just imagine him dicking you down and bragging so much about how wet he's making you until his fragile ego comes crashing down when you tell him that he isn't doing enough to make you cum<//3 the look on his face oh my god, he starts apologizing so much(more than he did when you caught him stealing your panties)and he offers to eat you out to help you orgasm but instead you lay him down and ride him reverse cowgirl style ♡ not letting him see your face casue a loser like him doesn't desevre to<3<3 (no complaining from him tho cause he's an ass man 100%)

-rec anon

-> Genre: smut, unprotected sex (always use protection), fingering, kissing, reverse cowgirl, reader lowkey degrades beomgyu, big ego! beomgyu, inexperienced! beomgyu, squirting

-> Word Count: 1,165

-> Notes: oh my- your ideas are just brilliant. i love loser beomgyu so much like hes so hot and he knows it but hes actually just a pathetic little loser~

-> Edit (01/30/2025): i forgot to mention that this is part 2 to another ask i received. i’ll link part 1 here. you don’t have to read it in order but there’s some context in that one that makes this one make more sense

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when you gave him your number, you didn't expect him to message you the next day. of course he was going to, he was so desperate after the last time yall fucked, not going to the rest of his classes that day so he could spend his time masturbating to the thought of being in you again.

he tries to act cool when he messages you, ego high in the sky after you admitted that you came and wanted more of him. so you eagerly agree to fuck him again and this time he invited you over to his place. he was so excited, he almost forgot to hide the panties he took from your gym bag not too long ago with the scent of you still remaining on them.

he’s in casual wear, a loose long sleeve shirt and gray sweats, picked out meticulously so you could see the already-growing bulge in his pants. For as much of a loser as Beomgyu was, he was packing a lot more than most people would consider.

you would show up casually as well, a hoodie and leggings enough to keep you warm and comfortable. upon stepping into his apartment you notice his little efforts to provide snacks and water. how cute.

it doesn’t take long for the two of you to start. he was ready the second you walked through the door and so were you. you skip the small talk, noticing his raging boner and smirking to yourself,

“pathetic.”

his breath hitches when you kiss him, leg pressing again his length. he’s so angelic when he’s needy and you feel yourself growing wet at his little noises. you’re surprised when he, rather harshly, locks his fingers in your hair, tugging it slightly so that he can thrust his tongue into your mouth.

he’s humping your leg like a bitch in heat, getting off on the friction caused by the thin material of his sweats, not even bothering to put on any underwear. you reciprocate his grinding, needing some stimulation yourself. he takes this as his opportunity, having you jump so he can carry you to his bedroom, lips never leaving yours as he does.

he lays you on the bed while he trails his kisses down, tugging your hoodie off and surprised to find you completely bare underneath.

“fuck, you’re so hot”

he attaches his lips to your neck and down to your chest, leaving little marks in their path. he wastes no time slipping his hands in your pants, cupping your pussy as he takes your nipples into his mouth. on the outside, he was exuding confidence, acting like he knew what he was doing, but on the inside he was an anxious mess, waiting for you to call him out for messing up.

he would push his his fingers into you without warning, catching you off guard, but eliciting a moan from you nonetheless. god, he could hear you moan forever. his nerves would be replaced with ego when he feels you grinding up on his fingers, thinking it was because you enjoyed yourself. in reality, he wasn't doing much to please you, wanting you needing more. you stop his hands, pulling down your pants,

"i need you in me Gyu,"

he almost came at your nickname for him, dropping his pants at record speeds to push his length into you, bottoming out almost immediately. you wince at the sudden pain, not expecting him to be so rough, the stretch leaving you dizzy.

"youre so wet, all for me huh?"

he's so needy at this point that his thrusts are rough and sloppy, the lack of rhythm unenjoyable for you. he would think you're feeling so good, until,

"i should've known you haven't learned much from the last time we did this. you're gonna have to do a lot more than that to make me cum."

the way his smirk disappears and his face falls is almost sad enough to make you cry, the disappointment of his performance etched onto his face. he would start apologizing profusely, ashamed and embarrassed at himself and he pulls out, cumming all over your thighs and stomach. you can see the tears in his eyes as he avoids eye contact, continuing to say sorry.

"can i at least eat you out? maybe im better at that..."

even tho his ego just came crashing down, he's still thinkng about you and your pleasure. he gets on his knees before you even answer, but you stop him, holding his jaw in your hand as you pull him back up, instructing him to lay down. he follows your command, confused but obedient nonetheless.

"let me show you how to make a woman feel good,"

you position yourself facing away from him, back to his face as you sink down onto his cock, arching your backs as he stretches out your tiny hole yet again. he doesn't care that he's still sensitive after cumming, thrusting up into you as you slide down.

"fuck, Y/N..."

his hands grip you hips firmly, stabilizing himself beneath you as start to maneuver yourself on his dick. his eyes stay fixated on your ass as he watches his cock disappear between your legs. he's mesmerized as he squeezes your hips every now and again, helping you ride him.

"now be a good boy and start thrusting into me. maybe if you do a good enough job i'll finish on your cock,"

he instantly plants his feet on the bed, knees coming up and he thrusts into you a monstrous pace. one hand on your hip as the other snakes its way up your body to play with your breasts, moaning as you take his cock so well. you take his hand thats on your hip and move it to your clit. he instantly understands what to do as he rubs circles into it, a loud moan sounding from your throat as the pleasure builds immensely.

"fuck Gyu, im cumming,"

he nods as if you can see it, biting his lips as he tries to stop himself from spilling into you before you can cum. with a couple final thrusts, you gush all over him, covering his dick and abdomen with a clear liquid. he continues to rub circles into your clit while releasing inside you, brain hazy from trying to process all the events at once.

"did you just squirt on me?"

you're not one to be embarrassed but you can't help the blush that forms on your cheeks as he asks. you slowly lift yourself off of him, whimpering at the loss of being full before laying down on the bed next to him. you both look over at each other, sweating and red in the face. his eyes plead with you,

"please let me eat you out so you can squirt on my face this time,"

and who were you to say no to him? after all, he was your eager little loser

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SOOBIN IMPREGNATION KINK

—Soobin—

If someone sat you down and asked you to pick one word to describe your boyfriend you’d probably say nerdy. Soobin is truly the classic nerdy boyfriend, awkward and nervous and spends all his time playing video games.

So it truly, truly surprised you the first time you slept with him and he grabbed you by the hair, whispered about how he’d get you pregnant, filled you up till you couldn’t breathe, and left you in a puddle of sweat and cum. Even more so when the next day he pretended it never happened.

To be fair you even start to wonder if it was some weird fever dream. It’s never happened again, he’s always been the perfect, gentle boyfriend in bed, always making sure to wear protection and pull out, leaving you confused with the memories of him fucking you into mush with the promise of motherhood on his lips.

You’ve tried to bring it up, ask him if it’s something he’s into but he always ignores the topic, red in the face as he pretends not to hear you ask if he wants to breed you.

It boils over one night, his shoulders jumping as you reach to give him a massage. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You whisper, picking up one of the cups of his headphones. “I’m horny.” You barely vocalize it, thumb working at a knot at the base of his neck. “My app says I’m ovulating though…” A groan spills out of him as you move to his tense shoulders. “…so, we probably shouldn’t fuck, you might get me pregnant.” Soobin’s whole body freezes, hands stiff over his keyboard as you press a kiss against his neck, scratching down his back.

He doesn’t bother turning off his game, or even telling his friends he’s getting off, just rips off his headphones and all but tackles you against the bed. You look so pretty sprawled across his sheets, tiny little nightgown leaving you exposed in front of him. Your skin is smooth under his big palms, melting in his grip as he gropes and squeezes.

You gasp at fingers slipping under your soaked panties, the thick digits spreading you open and swiping across your clit. You respond so quickly, shoulders heaving with breathy effort as you reach for him, hands searching for their place on his shoulders. “Bin…” You gasp as his fingers dip into your weeping entrance. “God- Bin- your fingers are so thick.”

“Little cunts just forgotten its shape is all.” He gruffs, kissing your neck. “Needs to be reminded.” His fingers curl up and your toes follow, overwhelmed by the proding against your spongy, swollen walls.

Soobin’s pointer finger pushes past your resisting entrance and he wonders how his dick fits into you when three fingers has you crying “too much.” You shake and fidget as his fingers work your tight hole open.

“You look delicious.” He smiles, knees hitting against hardwood floor. Your thin, sopping, stretched panties cover nothing leaving the sight of your cunt straining against his fingers for Soobin to soak up. “Can’t wait to taste.”

“Bin!” You squeal. “I’ll cum-“ Your hips jump as his tongue flattens against your folds. “I’ll-“

“That’s the point.” He groans before wrapping his lips around your neglected clit. Your fingers pull at his hair until it almost hurts, yanking in tune with his attacks against the nerves.

Your ass is plush in Soobin’s hand, trying to keep you in place. “Stop runnin’ from me, doll.” Your only response is a long whine, hips shaking.

You twist, hands leaving his hair and grabbing onto the headboard attempting to pull your poor cunt away from his unrelenting mouth and fingers. Your shoulders sink as his fingers slip out of you, sweet relief filling you for a second before you realize what you’ve left yourself open to.

Your thighs burn as he pushes them to your chest, lips curled with a smirk as he stretches you. “Maybe you need to be fucked.” He grabs your hands and places them under your knees. “Keep your legs just like this.” He watches your chest rise with effort as he unbuckles his belt, your pretty eyes trained on his hands.

Your breath speeds up as his jeans fall, lip splitting under your teeth as his hand grabs his erection through his underwear. “We shouldn’t have any kids.” He groans, kicking off his boxers. “We’re so busy.” You nod with his words, licking the blood off your lip. “I want to get you pregnant.”

You’re still nodding, nails digging into the back of your thighs as you mindlessly agree with him. His tip prods at your entrance, mushroom cap slipping in and out, slapping against your clit as he humps.

“I need you.” You groan, arms shaking as you struggle to hold yourself open. “Need you to put a baby in me.” Soobin’s dick is long and just thick enough to burn and it fills you up so good you’re close to orgasming by the time he’s fully inside, fat tip sitting snug against your cervix.

He starts slow, inching his way out of your stretched cunt until the head catches on your entrance and then slamming his way back inside you. He does it again, angling his hips upwards, looking for the spot that makes you shake so much.

“Feel good?” He groans as he finally hits against it, your eyes watering as he picks up the rhythm in his hips. Your hands fall from your legs but Soobin is quick to pick them back up, pushing them as far up as you can go. “You’re just sucking me back in baby.” He shifts to put his weight on you, smooshing you in between him in the bed so he can kiss your swollen lips. “I’m gonna knock you up.”

Your please is cut off by a whine, pressure building in your stomach as he hammers his hips against yours hard enough to bruise. You try to speak, mouth hanging open in your pathetic attempt to get words out, but all that comes out is weak little whines. “What is it doll?” He coos as your back arches off the bed, hips jumping to meet his. “Look at you,” his tone is mocking, “just fucking yourself on my dick, huh?”

“I’m-“ Your vision goes blurry as your eyes cross, tears stinging down your cheeks. “Soobin” You can’t breathe, your boyfriend's thrusts knocking the air out of your lungs with each unrelenting thrust. “I’m gonna-“ Your cunt tightens as you orgasm, pure red hot pleasure shooting through your body as you cream on Soobin’s waiting dick.

Soobin kisses your cheek, hips still working against yours as you try to calm down. “The more you orgasm the better it is for conception.” He smiles, kissing your neck. “So I need at least one more, ok baby.”

“O..ok-“ You whine. “Are you gonna cum?” You pout, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

Soobin’s forehead hits your shoulder, nodding as he drives his hips against yours. “Sure will, doll, I’m gonna fill you up to the fucking brim.” Your heart pounds in your ears as he bullies his hips against yours. “And you’re gonna take it and make it stick, right baby?”

“I will.” You moan, eyes squeezing shut as the man on top of you shifts his weight, crushing you against the mattress. “No-“ Your nails scratch at his shoulders as he runs his fingers down your body and to your puffy clit. Your second orgasm comes fast and hits you like a truck, leaving you shaking like a leaf and full on crying.

“There you go.” Soobin smiles into your skin, hips slowing as he sits up, letting your legs fall to the bed. His big hands wrapping around your waist, so he can slam against you, using you like a fleshlight as he works up to his orgasm. “Take it so good, doll.”

He cums with a moan, fitting his hips as close to yours that he can, filling you up with thick, heady cum.

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now before i lose my mind.

idol!reader dated idol!soobin, got invited to my fave’s fave where they talked about being a fan of a bunch of boygroups & soobin started to question

“so have you ever like txt?” and you nonchalantly answered “yes”. he prompted with “and your bias?” and both of you started to having a staring contest. “are you expecting anyone?” you tested the water & see how he would react which he snickered. “beomgyu” you said before he answered and smirked.

the 10-minutes break in-between become a heated quickie of soobin trying to prove that he’s better than his younger brother.

“you think he can makes you feel good like this” and drilled you to the walls of your waiting room.

he’s a bit possesive & jealous, sorry.

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(🔞) w: watching him eating out a girl, club shit.

Sitting on a stupid stool, alone, in the biggest club you've ever seen, was not something you would normally do.

But you had already seen that red-haired boy and you wanted to sit here just so you could watch more of his shit.

At red lights and in the shade. He's so beautiful.

You wish you knew his name, but if you asked him you wouldn't get an answer. Because his lips were busy with something much more important than talking.

Like eating out a sweet girl in front of everyone.

You found yourself wondering if you had ever seen anyone use their mouth so well. While the crowd was dancing nonchalantly, he was just at the round table with a few girls around him. You didn't know you liked this kind of thing until you were in it and were clearly not alone watching this scene.

The expressions on the face of the girl he was eating told you that he was so fucking good at it. Imagining yourself in that lucky girl's state made you sweat.

He lifted his head from between her legs, licked his lips and looked at her with a smile. You didn't hear what he said, but the arrogant look on his face when she shook her head quickly gave you some idea of what he was saying.

He slapped her pussy, almost made her closed her legs cause of the sweet pain. Then grabbed her knees and made her spread them wider than before. He whispered something into her pussy and gave her a respectful kiss.

Live porn... But even though he probably wasn't eating that girl, that man already looked like a walking porn.

Smiled as he rolled his tongue and made you press your knees together. You sighed, going near them...? It shouldn't be that hard, right?

It was obvious he was someone who couldn't get enough of just the sounds his partner was making. So he raised his head again, but this time he locked eyes with you, sitting two tables away.

When the sight of his sinful eyes made your heart beat aggressively against your chest, you looked straight away in a different direction. "Shit."

If that look hadn't started something between the two of you, you'd probably be too shy to ever come to this place again.

You slid the cocktail across the table in front of you. Still didn't want to drink anything, just to look like you were interested in something but could feel the heat on your cheeks. As you took a small sip, secretly looked at him again. His dripping chin.* Everything is more intense than it is thanks to the lights. And the scene you'd just missed was him eagerly putting his mouth to all the liquid?

Another sigh.

She leaned in and licked his chin well, he closed his eyes and put his hand on the back of her head. You can see him moving his thumb vaguely and stroking his hair a little. Then she slid her lips to his throat as his cigarette was lit with an expensive lighter and placed in his mouth...

Beomgyu slowly opened his eyes, your eyes met for the second time as his cheeky smile now slowly faded into something smaller and more effective.

This time it is no coincidence and certainly no one is averting their eyes.

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⤷ let me hear you! ┈ cbg.

sypnosis. beomgyu was growing rather peeved towards a certain someone eyeing up his girlfriend as if she wasn’t already taken. so, he took matters into his own hands. literally.

pairings and tags. smut!! mdni!! boyfriend!beomgyu x afab!reader . established relationship . softdom!gyu . themes of slight jealousy and possessiveness . oral (f!rec) . praise and petnames galore . tiny bits of teasing, overstim, and edging . breeding kink too if you squint . lmk if i missed any!

word count. 3.5k

short note … UM first time writing and releasing smut highkey nervous… plz do tell me what you think….! runs away and hides

at first, beomgyu didn’t think much of it. your friend’s gaze would flicker towards you here and there, nothing out of the ordinary.

but as time went on, those glances started lasting a little longer, lingering in a way that made beomgyu’s chest tighten.

he began noticing the subtle ways your friend’s body language shifted whenever you were around—how his posture straightened, how his smile turned a little more eager, and how he seemed to find every excuse to stand closer to you.

the realization didn’t hit him all at once. it crept up slowly, like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch, until every interaction between the two of you felt like nails on a chalkboard. beomgyu would catch the way your friend’s eyes followed you across the room, the poorly hidden grin whenever you laughed at something he said, and the overly enthusiastic offers to help you with the smallest things.

it wasn’t hard for beomgyu to see what was happening, and the thought of someone else looking at you with that kind of interest sent a wave of irritation curling through him.

it got up to a point where beomgyu just couldn’t take it anymore. the constant glances, the subtle flirting—it was all driving him insane. he could feel the frustration simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over, and he knew he couldn’t just sit idly by any longer. so, he took matters into his own hands. literally.

after getting home from a little gathering with friends, before you can fully process what was happening, beomgyu’s hands were on your shoulders, guiding you backwards until your back hits the mattress.

with a deliberate yet gentle force, he pins you in place, his movements firm but careful. his knees slide between your legs without hesitation, the sudden proximity stealing a soft gasp from your lips. the intensity in his eyes makes your breath hitch, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s spinning too fast to keep up.

your body sinks deeper into the mattress, pressed flat beneath beomgyu’s firm yet fervent hold. his lips crash against yours with a kind of urgency that leaves no room for second thoughts, and you can feel the faint heat blooming across your cheeks, tinting them a soft shade of pink.

the sensation of his knee nudging against your already embarrassingly wet core sends a jolt of electricity through you, leaving your breath uneven as your fingers instinctively clutch onto his shirt.

there’s an edge to his touch, a quiet intensity that speaks volumes—he’s a little aggravated, that much was clear. but beneath it all, there’s something deeper, a need to stake his claim, to remind you exactly who you belong to.

beomgyu pulled back just slightly, his lips hovering close enough that you could still feel the warmth of his breath ghosting against yours. his voice, low and laced with playful teasing, sent a shiver down your spine as he murmured, "you like that, don’t you? does it feel good for you, hm?" the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smirk as he leaned in to press another fleeting kiss to your lips, soft but tantalizing, leaving you wanting more.

“i do, i do…! i like it so much…”

the playful smile on beomgyu’s face only grew wider at your response, the kind of grin that made his teeth show and his eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. "i'm glad..." he murmured softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

before you could say anything else, he began pressing a series of featherlight kisses to the corner of your mouth, trailing them slowly down to your chin, and then along the curve of your jaw, each kiss left a lingering warmth on your skin, but it was the one he planted on your neck—accompanied by a gentle suck that made your gasp—that sent heat coursing through you.

"then... does my pretty baby like it here?" his words were barely above a whisper, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck as he spoke. he didn’t wait for an answer, instead peppering the area with more kisses, each one deliberate and leaving a trace of his affection. the soft hum of his voice against your skin mixed with the sensation of his lips was overwhelming, leaving you unable to form any coherent words.

all you could do was let out a needy, breathy whine in response, your body arching slightly beneath him as the tension between you grew impossibly thick.

"hmm... i can't hear you," beomgyu purred against the delicate skin of your neck, his breath hot and sending a shiver through your body. he chuckled softly, a sound that was both teasing and full of satisfaction as he felt the way your body responded to him.

"my sweet, sweet baby’s going to have to use her voice for me, or else i’ll stop," he whispered playfully, his words carrying a certain edge that sent a thrill through you. just when you thought he might pull away, beomgyu moved even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear, placing a gentle kiss there that sent goosebumps down your neck.

your breath hitched even further—if that was even possible—as beomgyu’s teasing continued to unravel you in the best way. a soft whine escaped your lips, the sound a mixture of desperation and longing, and with a shaky breath, you finally voiced out your response. "i like it...!" your voice wavered slightly, the words barely more than a whisper, but the plea that followed was unmistakable.

"please, beomie, no more teasing..." the way you said his name, almost like a beg, was enough to make his heart skip a beat, and he couldn’t help but grin at how much he had you in the palm of his hand.

"aww, my cute girl wants more, doesn’t she?" beomgyu cooed, his voice dropping low, soft yet filled with an undeniable edge. the way he said it made your heart race, each word a gentle tease that sent warmth flooding through you. his eyes held that same playful glint, but there was something more, something that told you he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

slowly, he leaned back, his body moving away from yours just enough to make you ache for his closeness. with deliberate slowness, he shifted his knee away from where it had been, a quiet motion that seemed to only increase the tension between you. then, he sat upright, hastily removing his shirt, before his hands moved to your waistband, his thumbs brushing lightly against the fabric of your jeans as if to test your reaction.

"don’t worry, i’ll give you more," he murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying a promise that made your pulse quicken.

beomgyu then tugged them down your legs slowly, his fingers grazing your skin with careful precision, taking his sweet time as if savoring every second of the moment. the sensation of his touch sent a ripple of anticipation through you, your breath hitching with each deliberate movement.

"you look so pretty like this..." he murmured in deep satisfaction, his voice warm and almost reverent. his soft eyes roved over your form, drinking in every inch of you as though you were something he wanted to keep for himself.

"pretty for me, all for me..." he added with a mischievous smirk, the words carrying a possessive edge that made your pulse quicken. his fingers danced teasingly over the waistband of your underwear, hooking gently into the fabric, his gaze never leaving yours as if he were daring you to say something, to challenge him. but all you could do was breathe him in, consumed by the intensity of the moment.

beomgyu simply grins at your willingness, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as his patience slips ever so slightly. it’s his turn to be just a little bit impatient this time, the need to have you even closer growing too strong to ignore. without a second thought, he quickly pulls at your panties and tosses them somewhere in the room, not really aiming for any specific place, but the action is enough to show just how badly he wants you.

"i’ll make you feel good, pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your navel. the warm pressure of his lips sends a shiver through you, and before you can respond, he continues, his kisses trailing lower, moving with an almost agonizing slowness. each kiss is deliberate, a mark of his affection and desire as he takes his time, savoring every inch of your skin.

beomgyu watches you carefully, his gaze full of enjoyment as he notices the way you squirm beneath him, the way your body responds to his touch. he’s drawing out every second, knowing just how much you’re craving the next move.

the moment he was right above your heat, beomgyu smirks as he spreads your legs while he slots himself between them, eyes filled with want flickering up to yours as he leans closer to finally lap at your pussy like a man starved.

as if on cue, you arch your back with a whine slipping from your lips as your fingers found their way to his hair, gripping at the soft locks as he began eat you out unbashedly, your head pressed back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping your lips not too long after.

pleased with how reactive you were, beomgyu continues his ministrations, eagerly licking and sucking just to get a reaction out of you. he would occasionally hum, sending waves of vibrations and heightening the pleasure you felt all the more as he did.

"oh, sweetheart… tell me how good it feels for you," he murmured between laps, his tone low. "come on… let me hear you." beomgyu practically purrs, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your inner thighs.

you could only whine and cry out in response, hips bucking up against beomgyu’s lips as they seemed to have a mind of their own, your grip on the locks of his hair tightening with every single passing moment. “f-feels… good…!”

beomgyu smiled, clearly pleased with your response, but he knew you could do more. “you can speak up a little more than that, can’t you, baby?” he said playfully, his voice warm and full of affection. “i know you can…” his words were filled with teasing, but there was a tender softness to his tone as he spoke.

trying to obey his gentle command, you tried to voice out your scattered thoughts, now a blabbering mess, “i like it…! god—i love it! so much!”

the sweet confirmation that escaped your lips made his skin tingle in excitement, making him groan quietly. it only urged him further, as beomgyu continued on lapping at your folds with newfound fervor, beomgyu now sucking on your clit with a satisfied groan.

your body was almost like putty for him to work with—so willing, so beautiful, all for him to see. he could feel the tension in your fingers, the way your mewls became a tad bit louder; he knew you wanted more, and more. oh, how loved this part, loved the way you moaned under his touch.

and as beomgyu sensed your climax nearing, he couldn’t help but smirk, knowing just how to tease you. with a sudden, playful move, he pulled away, leaving you with a soft whine of disappointment, your eyes searching for his with a mix of confusion and longing.

“gyu.. i was close..”

beomgyu chuckles softly, pressing a quick kiss to your inner thigh before sliding back up your body, his hands resting gently at your hips, his lips and his chin glistening with your arousal. “i know, pretty girl. i know…” beomgyu murmured with a soft smile on his face, his eyes warm as he pressed a light kiss to your lips, making you taste yourself just a bit.

one of his fingers then gently traced up your arm, brushing over your skin with soft, tender touches. he then cupped your chin with his hand, turning your face just slightly, guiding your gaze to meet his. he smiled at you, his eyes full of warmth and care.

"i'm going to make you feel even better, yeah? will you let me do that for you, baby?" beomgyu whispered, his thumb sliding over your cheek. his fingers trailed down the side of your neck, tracing over your skin, before he pulled his hand from your face and placed it back on the mattress.

"mhm... please..." you murmured softly, your voice filled with trust and want, your eyes meeting his with a quiet plea for him to continue.

beomgyu then smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before settling back, the kiss brief yet full of affection. he kept his hands at your hips, his fingers curling around the soft curves gently.

"okay, baby..." he whispered once more, pulling you just that little bit closer—he looked satisfied now, like he'd succeeded in his mission, as he took a deep breath.

beomgyu positions himself right near your entrance, teasing his cockhead just a tad and giggling once he hears a whine leave your lips, then slowly, yet surely, pushing his length into you, letting out a soft groan as he did so.

beomgyu was gentle at first—he always was. he let you take your time to adjust to his size momentarily, his hands on your hips grounding you, but you could tell he was holding back just that little bit more than usual, as if he didn't want to hurt you or something like that.

as he began to thrust into you, but he didn't go too fast, taking his time, making sure that you were comfortable before he moved any faster himself. his breathing was a little ragged, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes as he leaned closer to you, pressing soft, warm kisses along your neck while he keeps his thrusts minimal.

but this, in turn, fueled your own impatience, your arms lacing around his neck as you breathed out, “gyu.. go faster, please..”

beomgyu was a little surprised by your admission, but the warmth in his smile showed just how much he appreciated it. "if you're sure, baby," he too breathed softly, his hand gently brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face, his touch light and caring.

he presses one last kiss to your skin before leaning up just that little bit, making sure you were comfortable before doing as you had requested, shifting a little before his hands found your hips again. now that he had permission, he started to pick up his pace, his hips rutting against yours with more fervor, letting out a long, low groan.

"f-fuck... that’s it.. you're doing so good for me.." he murmured against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your collarbone, up your neck, leaving lovebites wherever he could reach.

beomgyu was breathing harder now, but he didn't seem to mind, his body working against yours in perfect tandem. the boy leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours again, his mouth opening just a little as if to seek entry into yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, a silent request to deepen the kiss.

and of course you complied, parting your mouth ever so slightly to let him in, like you always did.

he groaned softly into the kiss as his tongue found yours, beomgyu’s hands moving now at your legs, parting them wider and resting under your thighs, making him shift to a different angle, making him moan softly against your lips, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your skin with just a little more force.

with the newfound position, beomgyu repeatedly hit your sweet spot, making you squirm and mewl as you pulled away from the kiss to breathe, your lips parting as your cheeks flared and heated up with arousal.

beomgyu hummed in satisfaction against you as he moved, pushing you closer and closer. he, too, was a moaning mess now, your name falling from his lips now and then, his voice coming out in a low voice as he breathed heavily against your skin, his own warm and glistening with sweat.

soon enough, you feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach, indicating that your release was once again near.. “gyu… i’m close...!”

beomgyu lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and nodded, cursing under his breath as he shifted his hands to take one of yours, lacing your fingers together. beomgyu gave a warm squeeze to your hand, a silent reassurance that you could trust him, that you were safe, and that he had you.

as he feels you clench around his cock so suddenly, a soft moan spilled from his lips as he moved inside you once more, his pace quickening just that little bit.

"shit, come on, baby, cum for me… go on, sweet girl…" he purred gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. beomgyu held your hand tightly as he continued to whisper sweet words of praise, wanting to help you reach that edge.

with his words of encouragement spurring you on and one final moan, your climax came tumbling down on you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as your lips remained parted slightly, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

beomgyu smiles and pants but continues to move, his pace never faltering as he lets you ride out your high while also actively chasing his own release.

the unwavering movements were a tad bit much for you, and it showed as your whines and moans became a little more high pitched, your hands gripping on the mattress for dear life as your body trembled from the overstimulation.

but oh, were you so beautiful, all of these soft noises you let out… beomgyu felt like was losing his mind, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to his own climax.

he leans down and pressed a kiss against the skin of your neck again, just above the hickeys he left before, breathing heavily. he then moves up, his free hand cupping your face and tilting it back just a little as he murmurs against your lips, "mmh.. willl you let me cum inside, pretty girl? let me make you a mommy?”

the words came out of his mouth a little unknowingly, but the thought of you being round with his child made beomgyu’s head spin a little, making his thrusts a little more erratic. but you, too frenzied and out of it to even process anything properly, could only nod feverishly, the intensity of the moment too much to handle.

your wordless response was enough for him.

beomgyu leaned down, his face softening as he moved closer to you. he captured your lips once more in a passionate kiss, the warmth of his touch lingering between you. the kiss deepened slowly, his movements fast yet loving, as if savoring the moment. he held your hand tightly, his fingers gently curling around yours.

his body was pressed close to your own, the warmth of his chest rising and falling in sync with yours as he stayed there, continuing to rut and move his hips against yours quite roughly, the very prospect of possibly making you the mother of his children just spurring him on even further.

with a rather loud whine, beomgyu’s body stutters as he finally spurts his cum into you, filling you to the brim as he moans against your lips, his chest heaving from the intensity of the moment. he holds you close, fingers gripping the softness of your hips, trying to catch his breath.

beomgyu gently pulled away from your lips, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at you, the fucked out expression on your face making his heart swell with pride, as it was a reflection of how he had made you feel just moments earlier, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment.

"you did so well, baby... always so good for me," beomgyu murmured softly, his voice low and tender as he hovered over you, his fingers brushing gently over your skin. his eyes softened with affection, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, appreciating how you responded to him. the warmth between you both felt like it stretched through the very air, creating a space just for the two of you, where everything else in the world could melt away.

his eyes then flickered towards the bedside table, drawn to the faint glow of your phone.

for a brief moment, a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, because there it was—the call he made sure was on the whole time.

his eyes glimmered briefly, smug satisfaction rising within him, and he let the moment settle in, quietly relishing the knowledge that he had heard everything.

now that bastard was sure to leave you alone once and for all.

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⋆⋆⋆ BOY FOR THE WEEKEND ⋆⋆⋆ | KANG TAEHYUN NSFW

PAIRING. secret fwb!taehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. smut

WC. 2.2k

SYNOPSIS. you're friends with an incredibly hot guy and ever since you started hooking up with taehyun for fun—and hanging out with his friends—you've managed to develop a little crush on one or maybe two of them. but why is it that you enjoy visibly jealous and touchy taehyun?

A/N. first fic of the year and it's been a while lol but this brainrot is atrocious. I might make this a per member series that could also be stand alones but we’ll see how it goes! homie hopping but make it with txt 🤭 enjoy my sweet cherries <3 warnings under the cut!

WARNINGS. ft. txt members, voyuerism, brat tamer ! taehyun, bratty ! reader, taehyun's also a lil jealous, fingering (fem rec), oral (fem rec.), pull out method (wrap it upp!), light dacryphilia kink, exhibitionist(?) (shared apartment), pet names;(baby, pretty etc.), ass slapping, cumshot, pw little plot

A silly summer fling was all you hoped for—casual sex, no strings attached—and that was how it went until you started hanging out with said fling and with his group of friends.

His hot friends.

It started with you and Taehyun eye-fucking each other from those occasional frat parties you were invited to during peak times in each semesters. Just something about his sex appeal made it feel like he was your best choice to fool around with. And you couldn't be more satisfied with your decision. There were a few times where he'd pour you a drink and you'd have small chats with him and your own friends, but when you were by yourselves it always led to drunk and heated make out sessions in empty bathrooms, or pressed up against the walls in the bare hallways on the way to the bedrooms.

You remember when you both started this 'secret' hook up; hanging out more than usual, and outside of college hours—more or less skipping a few classes when one or the other sent a frisky text.

Every time you and Taehyun hooked up you mentally took notes on how quick he knew about you and your body. Rough fucking with his hands gripping onto your hips until his nails left moon crescent indents in your skin, or the way he'd skim his soft, plush lips along your neck before nipping and sucking at it. He picked it up quicker than guys you previously hooked up with and that's what's made him your longest hookup as of date.

But one of your favourite parts about him? His slender and pretty fingers. Just the sight of them anywhere near, on or in you had you squirming with your thighs squeezed against each other until he uses them to help out your little issue.

Again, all this has only happened behind closed doors. No sign of physical affection in front of his friends or yours, or anyone in general for that matter. This secret only started because you both weren't ready for relationships despite your friends' failed attempts at setting you up with other guys in your university, and if you were both to slowly merge your friendships, you'd try your best to not make it weird.

Yet you're here sitting next to him in his shared house with his friends, one of his hands resting on your lap with his thumb caressing random patterns on your inner thigh. His friends are too distracted playing a four-player game on the console, screaming and yelling at each other for their failing teamwork.

"Fuck it man, you're too old to be on my team!" Beomgyu's voice bellows throughout the living room, "I'd rather have Hueningkai on me team I swear."

"Gyu shut the fuck up right now, be grateful I didn't leave you to go against Kai and Soobin alone. Or would you rather have Taehyun on your team?" Yeonjun seethes through his teeth, and his knuckles turning while from the grip on the controller.

"Never mind." Beomgyu audibly pouts.

One thing you loved about hanging out with Taehyun and his friends was the free entertainment that came along with it. The bickering between Yeonjun and Beomgyu especially had you laughing to yourself, but when the hand on your thigh squeezes a little too hard to be classes as affectionate, you let out a yelp loud enough to have a head or two turning—you had never seen Taehyun move his hand away from you so fast.

Soobin looks away from the screen momentarily, brows briefly raised at the closeness between you and his housemate. "You good?" He had always been the sweetest among the five of them when it came to being overprotective about you.

"Uh, yeah- I'm fine Bin, Taehyun just-"

"I was just gonna take her to my room to rest, she's not feeling too good right now, right?" He feigns a pout followed by a hand rubbing your back, probably a little lower than where Soobin could even see.

"Alright, let us know if we're too loud and we'll try be quieter for you." Soobin flashes you a dimpled smile and resumes beating his opponents asses in their games.

── .✦

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Taehyun pushes your legs wider on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to suck your fingers covered in your sheer slick.

You refrained from rolling your eyes back from the lewd sight of him shirtless, honey skin under the warm light, and kneeling on his bedroom floor, but you would prefer to have his tongue working its magic on your clit.

"You know fucking around with me isn't going to get you fucked by them." He states, voice raspy and low.

"Yeah? Jealous I might enjoy your homeboys' dicks better than yours?" You sneer back at him, teasing him with the way your fingers make their way back to your dripping hole, two fingers slowly sinking in and bringing it back up to rub your clit in slow circular motions.

Taehyun scoffs, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer to him as he kneels higher. "Say that again and I'm never fucking you again. I know you love this dick too much to ditch me like that, isn't that right, sugar?"

A groan bubbles in your throat, you refuse to agree with him knowing it wouldn't be fun that way. What do you do instead? Exaggerate a shrug and faking to think long and hard, but that only pisses Taehyun off further.

He stands up straight, and your eyes trail down his toned abs and lands on his bulge, nice and prominent in his grey sweats. He pushes you so your back hits the bed, and you know you're starting to like this a little more than your previous hookups—given that this is the first time you're about to get fucked with his closest friends just on the other side of his bedroom door.

You shuffle higher up on his bed still holding eye contact with him as the bed dips from his knees shifting weight towards you, and while he hovers over your figure his lips attaches themselves to your neck. Slow kisses descending to your chest was enough to have your breath slightly hitching, loving the way his tongue flicks against your nipples until he drags the wet muscle down your stomach.

"Mmhm, please." You instantly beg, lifting your hips up to his face only for him to shove your hips back against the bed.

"No," his eyes darkened from his pupils dilating, "you get what I give you, now be a good girl and wait."

You prop yourself up on your elbows knowing that he'll give you what you want if you oblige, but pissing him off when he thinks you're about to finally listen to him was too fun. Taehyun spreads your legs nice and wide with the view of his head going straight between your thighs, light bites and sucking around your core, leaving teeth indentations in your plush skin. And finally, the feeling of his long, leisurely strokes of his tongue over your clit had your head reeling.

Soft whimpers fall past your lips, indecisive whether you should've bitten your tongue and held back, but if there was any other way to rile up Taehyun, it was to talk about his friends while his tongue's buried between your legs.

"Shit Tae, I really under estimated you." You bury your fingers in his dark locks, tugging them and only receiving groans from him, but that only led to aggressive vibrations to your core. "I sometimes thought about Yeonjun's thick lips, mmhm, but you're doing a great job too, sweetie."

The movement from his tongue stops, and he lifts his head to look at you dead in the eye; strong, thick brows scrunching in pure disbelief. It worked. "Is that so?" He says unamused, aligning a single digit against your entrance. Not giving you the chance to gradually get used to the minimal stretch, he shoves another finger, slightly curling it up the same way your toes were subtly curling.

"Oh fuck." You gasp, bringing a hand up to squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You knew Taehyun loved it when you did that, but he was to smug to give in so quickly.

"And you really thought you were able to leave me? Admit it, baby, I'm too good." He leans over you again, one hand holding himself above you and the other still fucking inside your cunt. The smell of his cologne literally sticks to his skin, he doesn't even need to wear clothes and he's just so perfect that way. "Sweet, sweet angel," his voice is hoarse in your ear, "you look so pretty getting fucked by my fingers, but I'm sure you'd look heavenly with my dick stretching you out again, yeah?"

You want to refuse just to play around with him a little more, but you want him bad. You give up and nod your head, looking ridiculously desperate to be fucked dumb and that's exactly what you'll receive. Taehyun takes his fingers out of you, separating them and watching your slick form a string until it cuts off and he shoves them into your mouth, tongue swirling at the sweet taste of your own cream.

He pulls his dick out of his precum-stained joggers, of course he didn't wear boxers when he knew you'd be over, but who were you to complain? Aligning his coke-can girth cock at your entrance was always something you'd look forward to, and once you feel the stretch and he feels the grip, you both simultaneously let out guttural moans. His hands gripping onto your hips, pulling you up his girth as he kneels back, plowing into you harder than you've experienced with him before, and you loved it.

The pace picks up, head empty, heavy cock jack hammering into you like there's no tomorrow, and his sweat's already gathering in his hair that had covered his forehead. Sometimes you didn't know if Taehyun's aware about his strength, but every hit of his tip against your cervix brought tears to your eyes, and the delicious sound of his grunts was enough to have you clenching around him. But instead of stopping, he fucked you through it.

"Go on," his voice shakes, sweat dripping on your collarbone, "let them hear you scream on my dick, I'm sure they have their ears pressed up against the door with their dicks hard. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"F-fuck baby, yes, yes, I would!" You moan louder than you intended, no fear whether the boys on the other side of his bedroom door would've heard you or not.

But Taehyun's devious smirk only has your brows scrunching in confusion, your chest heaves as he flips you onto your stomach and inserts himself back inside you, but his hips don't move.

"Fuck yourself on it." His growl accompanies a slap on your left ass cheek, "or do you want me to call Yeonjun and Beomgyu in here to watch me fuck this cunt until you're creaming all over me?"

"Tae-" You whine, slowly rocking yourself back and forth. The change of position felt too good, the curve of his cock hitting the jackpot.

"'Tae' what?" He mocks you, slapping your ass again but gripping onto it, hard enough to leave indents of his fingernails.

"So good, so sooo good, shit-" You gasp, almost borderline sob when you reach down to play with your clit.

Taehyun scoffs, amused. "You're so fucking shameless, crying on my dick and still thinking about flirting with my friends." He leans over, his chest against your back, and his hand reaches around to replace yours. As soon as he heard your sharp, staccato inhales he latches his lips onto the back of your neck, trailing along your shoulder blades and whispering against your back to talk your through your high. You collapse your chest against the bed, arching your back while his hips continues the movement.

"Cum for me, big boy." You sigh.

The sound of your whining sent shivers down his spine, head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut, hips stuttering and about to still. "Almost there, pretty."

He pulls out, vigorously stroking his length, grunting and moaning once warm spurts of white ribbons decorated your back and the plump of your ass. Once the last drop landed on you, you giggle, rocking back to find his tip with your entrance and fill yourself up with his thickness again. Obsessed wasn't even the right word to describe sex with Taehyun. It was a necessity. Not a want, but a need.

Taehyun hisses behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his sweaty forehead against your back before deciding on whether he's about to go for another round, but his still erect dick already determined there will be. "Good girl. Let me stay here a little while, gotta make sure this pussy's nothing but the perfect mold for my dick."

You caress his forearms hugging you, humming while he catches his breath, but you see your phone screen light up on the side of the bed. Turns out the boys had stopped playing a while ago and only two of them were left in the living room. Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

Yeonjun, 8 mins ago I knew you guys were fucking, ur so loud tf

u guys aren't exclusive tho right?? 😏

Beomgyu, 9 mins ago are u feeling better now?

bc, shit y/n 🫠 me next???

"Hm? Did someone text you?" Taehyun groans, but he starts kisses up and down your spine.

"Hm?" You feign to be oblivious. "Nah, no one, babe. You good for one more?"

You were amused for sure. These two have always thought with their dicks as long as you've known them. And who were you to refuse? Maybe Taehyun isn't gonna be your only source of relief.

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