#got7 kim yugyeom smut

[kathaelipwse]

GOT7 | Headcanons

Theme: Members As Friends And Lovers

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff and just fluff, Neutral gender!reader, my personal opinions!!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Mark Tuan

❀ As a Friend:

The type to listen quietly and then drop the most insightful advice.

Will send you a simple "You good?" text instead of asking too many questions.

Always down for a spontaneous road trip or late-night drive in silence.

The one who remembers your favorite food and orders it for you before you ask.

Rarely starts conversations but always responds when you need him.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Acts of Service & Quality Time.

Prefers subtle physical affection—hand-holding, thigh touches while driving, and soft back hugs.

He’s not the type for over-the-top gestures, but he makes sure you know he loves you through actions.

Might not say "I love you" often, but his eyes show it every time he looks at you.

Loves watching you when you’re not paying attention—he thinks you're the most beautiful when you're just being yourself.

The kind of boyfriend who lets you nap on his chest and absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Lim Jae-beom

❀ As a Friend:

Looks out for you like a protective older brother.

Roasts you all the time but will fight anyone who actually upsets you.

Is the first one to notice if you’re stressed and forces you to take a break.

Would drive you home at 3 AM just to make sure you’re safe.

If he says he’ll be there for you, he means it—he’s as loyal as they come.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Super touchy but in a non-obvious way—lingering hand touches, resting his hand on your thigh, or pulling you close when walking.

Lowkey enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it—he just “accidentally” falls asleep with you in his arms.

He might act cool, but he’s obsessed with kissing you, especially slow, deep kisses.

If he’s jealous, he won’t say anything—he’ll just pull you closer and make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Finds excuses to touch you, like fixing your hair or tracing small circles on your back when sitting together.

Jackson Wang

❀ As a Friend:

The ultimate hype man—your biggest cheerleader in life.

Insists on FaceTiming you instead of texting.

If you're sad, he’ll take you out for a fun adventure to cheer you up.

Will introduce you to every single person he knows and brag about how amazing you are.

Gets over-the-top dramatic about everything just to make you laugh.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Super affectionate—hugs, kisses, and hand-holding all the time.

He has zero shame about PDA—if he loves you, the world should know.

Loves lifting you off the ground when he hugs you.

Needs constant physical closeness—he’ll drape himself over you from behind like a human koala.

If you’re apart for too long, expect a dramatic “I missed you so much!!” the moment he sees you again.

Park Jin-young

❀ As a Friend:

The mom friend—he always makes sure you're making smart decisions.

Likes intellectual conversations and debating random topics for fun.

Pretends to be serious but actually has the best sense of humor.

He'll send you book recommendations and expect you to discuss them with him.

If you have a problem, he’ll help you solve it logically but with a side of sarcasm.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Words of Affirmation & Quality Time.

Prefers small, meaningful touches—a hand squeeze, brushing your hair away, or a soft kiss before leaving.

He’s not the type for over-the-top PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly soft and loving.

Loves slow, deep kisses that last longer than expected.

Would rather whisper sweet things in your ear than say them out loud in front of others.

Writes you letters when he’s feeling sentimental but acts like it’s “not a big deal.”

Choi Young-jae

❀ As a Friend:

A literal ray of sunshine—his energy is contagious.

Always sending you memes and dog photos to brighten your day.

Will drop whatever he's doing if you need help.

If you're sad, he’ll hug you until you feel better (and maybe write a song about it).

The most genuinely happy for your successes.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Loves cuddling—he could stay in bed all day just snuggled up with you.

Will randomly grab your hand and swing it back and forth while walking.

Likes to playfully boop your nose or poke your cheeks just to make you laugh.

Gets shy when expressing feelings but his touch says it all—soft, lingering, and full of love.

The type to hug you from behind while you’re doing something and just stay there for a while.

BamBam

❀ As a Friend:

Your fashion guru—always wants to go shopping with you.

Loves taking aesthetic photos of you for Instagram.

Teases you all the time, but if someone else does, he gets defensive real quick.

Randomly calls you just to gossip and catch up.

Will buy you a ridiculous gift “just because it reminded me of you.”

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Gift Giving & Physical Touch.

Always flirting—he loves seeing you blush.

Loves PDA but in a playful way—wants to make others jealous of how cute you two are.

Randomly grabs your face and kisses you just because he can.

Buys you expensive gifts but acts like it’s “no big deal.”

If you’re feeling down, expect a shopping trip and a fancy dinner date to lift your mood.

Kim Yugyeom

❀ As a Friend:

The gentle giant—sweet but surprisingly mischievous.

Always down for a random dance battle.

Loves sending you weird, funny TikToks at 2 AM.

The friend who carries your bags without you asking.

If you need a hug, he's got you covered—big, warm, comforting bear hugs.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Loves touching you absentmindedly—playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you.

Slow kisses are his thing—deep, meaningful, and just enough to make your heart race.

Likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and sway gently.

If he’s lying down, expect him to pull you into his chest for cuddles without asking.

Prefers spending time together over texting—even if you’re just sitting in comfortable silence.

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In the spotlight

yugyeom x female dancer!reader

WARNINGS: Smut so minors DO NOT INTERACT: P in v (wrap it up!), getting caught, secret relationship, public teasing, edging

Wc: 1.1k

A/N: I came out of my GRAVE for this one. I'm not gonna lie i stopped being a kpop fan ever since got7 left jyp but now that they are back, it only felt right for me to come back aswell (for a moment at least) so uhm enjoy whatever this is. Idk if yall saw that one video of him with that dancer but it's based of that

The dim lights cast a glow across the stage as the bass of the music reverberated through the crowd. Yugyeom's presence commanded every eye, his movements fluid yet powerful. But none of them knew the truth behind the passion in his steps or the fire in his eyes. Only you did.

You were his partner tonight, both on the stage and in the shadows. The world thought your chemistry was born of professionalism, two artists feeding off the energy of a shared performance. But beneath the surface, every glance, every touch, every moment was loaded with a truth only the two of you shared.

Then the moment came. The choreography demanded intimacy, but your connection turned it into something electric. His hands found your waist, gripping just tightly enough to send a shiver down your spine, a silent reminder of how well he knew your body. You arched into him, the heat between you igniting as the rhythm dictated your movements.

His lips were so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath, and though his expression remained composed for the crowd, you saw the flicker of desire in his dark eyes as they met yours. “Focus,” he murmured, voice low enough for only you to hear.

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. It wasn’t like you could focus on anything but him.

The routine continued, every spin, dip, and step pulling you closer to the edge of losing control. When the lights dimmed for the next transition, his hand lingered on your hip just a fraction too long. The crowd wouldn't notice, but you did.

As the performance ended, the cheers were deafening. The two of you walked off stage, still playing the roles of colleagues and co-performers. But as soon as the dressing room door clicked shut, Yugyeom spun you around, pressing you against the wall with the same intensity he showed on stage.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathed, his forehead resting against yours. His hands, warm and familiar, settled on your waist again.

“And you’re the one pushing the limits,” you whispered back, teasing him as you traced the edge of his jaw with your fingertips.

The tension was heavy between you. His resolve snapped, and his lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was desperate, heated, and all-consuming. You melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as his body pressed tightly against yours.

A muffled groan escaped him as his hips shifted against you, and you felt him harden against your stomach. The sound sent a jolt through you, your own desire rising as his hands gripped you tighter.

His lips parted, and you swallowed his moan as the kiss deepened. Every feeling, every stolen glance, and every unspoken word came pouring out in that moment, leaving you both breathless.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours once more, his breathing ragged. “We’re supposed to be careful,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with longing.

You smiled, brushing your lips lightly against his again. “Careful is boring.”

Yugyeom’s dark eyes bore into yours, his gaze filled with something primal, something that made your knees weak. He glanced toward the door one last time, ensuring no one was around before his hands slid down to the waistband of his pants.

“Yugyeom…” you whispered, your voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

He leaned in, brushing his lips along the shell of your ear. “Be quiet for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he spun you around, pressing your front gently but firmly against the wall. His hands roamed over your waist, pulling your body closer to his as he pressed a trail of soft, lingering kisses along the curve of your neck. Each touch, each kiss, ignited a fire deep within you, the thrill of being so exposed adding to the intensity.

He unbuttoned his pants, the sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet room. You felt his hands slide to your hips, tugging at the waistband of your pants and pulling them down just enough. The cool air hit your skin, heightening every sensation as his hands steadied you.

His lips found the sensitive spot behind your ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire sending a spark trough your whole body.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he inserted himself in you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every moment. His hands held you firmly, his touch both grounding and electrifying as he pulled you further onto him. “You feel so good,” he groaned softly, his lips brushing against your ear.

The intimacy of the moment consumed you both, your breaths mingling, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

But just as the tension reached its peak, a loud knock at the door shattered the spell.

“Yugyeom! You in there?”

It was Bambam.

Panic flashed across Yugyeom’s face as he quickly stepped back, his hands fumbling to fix his pants. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his movements hurried but quiet.

You scrambled to pull up your pants, your cheeks flushed and heart racing as the door creaked open before Yugyeom could say a word.

Bambam strolled in, his usual mischievous grin on his face. He stopped mid-step, his eyes flickering between the two of you. Yugyeom’s flushed face and your disheveled appearance were impossible to miss.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Bambam’s grin widened, and he let out a loud, amused laugh.

“Oh my God,” he said, doubling over as his laughter filled the room. “Are you serious? Here?”

Yugyeom glared at him, his face red with both embarrassment and frustration. “Could you not knock and wait for me to answer?” he snapped, his voice sharp but still carrying an edge of mortification.

Bambam smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “If I knew I was interrupting this, I would’ve waited. But honestly, this is gold.”

You buried your face in your hands, torn between wanting to disappear and wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Yugyeom stepped in front of you protectively, his glare unwavering. “Get out, Bambam.”

Still chuckling, Bambam held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m leaving. But seriously, next time, maybe lock the door or something.”

With that, he turned and sauntered out, leaving the door slightly ajar as his laughter echoed down the hallway.

Yugyeom sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before turning to you. “I’m going to kill him,” he muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched as if he was fighting back a smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension broken as you leaned into him. “That was… something.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “Next time, we’re locking the door.”

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Kpop Daddy's Squirting Obsession

Yugyeom's eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He turned to find Controlled Rida still nestled in his arms, her breathing slow and steady. A soft smile played on his lips as he gently extricated himself from her embrace, careful not to wake her.

Padding silently to the bathroom, Yugyeom splashed cold water on his face, the chill invigorating his senses. Today was about progress, about pushing her limits and exploring the depths of her submission. His cock twitched at the thought, eager for the challenge.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Rida stirring, her eyes blinking open to meet his. "Good morning, Daddy," she murmured, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.

"Morning, baby," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Time to start your training."

Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a mix of excitement and nervousness. "What are we working on today?"

Yugyeom leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Your squirting abilities. I want to see how far we can push you."

Rida's breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to his words. "I... I don't know if I can do it again so soon," she confessed, her voice trembling.

"That's why it's called training," he teased, his fingers trailing down her arm. "I'll be right here to guide you every step of the way."

He watched as she swallowed hard, her resolve strengthening under his gaze. "Okay, Daddy. Let's do this."

Yugyeom nodded, his expression serious. "First, I need you to relax. Deep breaths, in and out."

Rida followed his instructions, her breathing deepening as she focused on the rhythm. Yugyeom moved behind her, his hands gentle yet firm as he massaged her shoulders, easing the tension from her muscles.

"Good girl," he praised, his lips brushing against her ear. "Now, let's move to the floor."

He helped her stand, guiding her to the plush rug near the bed. Kneeling before her, he looked up, his eyes locking with hers. "Spread your legs for me, baby."

Rida hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening core. Yugyeom's mouth watered at the sight, his desire rising like a tide.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands cupping her hips. "Now, close your eyes and focus on my touch."

She did as he asked, her eyelids fluttering shut as she surrendered herself to his guidance. Yugyeom leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her essence, the flavor sweet and tangy on his palate.

Rida gasped, her body arching towards him as his tongue delved deeper, exploring every fold and crevice. "Daddy," she whimpered, her hands gripping his hair.

"Shh, just feel," he instructed, his tongue swirling around her clit, teasing and tormenting the sensitive nub. Her moans filled the room, each sound fueling his arousal.

He changed tactics, his fingers joining the dance, one sliding inside her wet heat while the other circled her clit. Rida's body trembled, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You're doing so well," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Let it build, baby. Let it all build."

Her response was a strangled cry, her body tensing as the pressure within her grew unbearable. Yugyeom felt her walls clenching around his finger, the precursor to her release.

"That's it, come for me," he ordered, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers moving in unison. "Show Daddy what you can do."

With a scream that echoed off the walls, Rida shattered, her body convulsing as jets of liquid sprayed forth, coating Yugyeom's face and chest. He drank in the sight, his own orgasm crashing through him as he continued to pleasure her, prolonging her climax.

When at last she lay spent, her body quivering with aftershocks, Yugyeom pulled her into his arms, his voice raw with emotion. "You were incredible, baby. Absolutely incredible."

Rida smiled weakly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Thank you, Daddy. For pushing me."

"Always," he promised, kissing her forehead. "Now rest, my love. We have all day to explore more."

As she drifted off to sleep, Yugyeom's mind raced with possibilities, each one more thrilling than the last. This was just the beginning, he knew. There was so much more they could discover together.

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Finally our kings back! Let's f… love them fully!

I am your present

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2,8 k

EXTRA: feat. Jeon Jungkook, as best friend

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 You came home and noticed a small gift box near your door. You picked it up and went into the apartment. You looked at a small card that says ‘I am your present.’ Interesting … You had a birthday and absolutely everyone congratulated you, then from whom this gift ? The phone rang and you took out the phone.

“Hello. Happy Birthday!” your friend’s cheerful voice screamed into the phone. “I’m sorry that I am so far away and cannot celebrate with you. So I left a gift" Jungkook chuckled

“Thank you very much for your attention. I am very pleased. And what kind of gift is it? I not yet open it. ”

"Surprise. You said someday that you want it for yourself ” he giggled

"Very interesting. Thanks again. I will not distract you. Go on having fun, judging by the voice, you’ve already had a lot to drink.”

“Love you. Have some fun. Hope you enjoy my gift. ”Jungkook hung up and you laughed. Despite the fact that you were several years older, you were very good friends with him … and not only friends.

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 5 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader (briefly for now)

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, SMUT!! (minors dni!!!), heavy make out sesh lol, slight nipple play, cockblocking the readers, Chan being depressed/disappointed in himself, profanity, mental issues, angst, clichés (I’m a fan of them), typos, change of povs. Flashbacks, which are closer to the end, are in italics. Another set of Taylor Swift references + some One Direction and Harry Styles ones, even a GOT7 reference… very creative of me lol

Author’s note: another depressive episode for everyone in “the perfume on the shelf”, definitely not something you expected to see when you started reading this work lmao hope you liked it!! Let me know what you think!!

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 4 | Part 6

Chan could feel the walls shaking from the way you slammed the door. Only after having heard the angry stomps fade away, he laid down on the bed, hands covering his face. That’s for the good, he thought, she’ll be better off without me.

Of course he lied to you. Of-fucking-course!

However, some of his words were true — those ones about ‘the thrill expiration’ especially. It happened to him quite often not to notice the pattern: since the middle school, if a girl reciprocated his feelings, he started growing cold. He tried to make it better later in life, going to therapy to find out the reason of it — but nothing worked. His pride was definitely damaged when another girlfriend of his broke up with him, but it wasn’t for long. The breakup just turned into a great opportunity to make an album, to make his tiny misery bring him any profit possible.

Something similar happened with his last girlfriend. When she was a bit detached, still pining over her ex but already dating Chan, he was infatuated. The second she realized she had feelings for him, Chris got that chills down his spine — the first sign he was falling out of love. No amount of therapy really helped.

Though, he tried. He tried really fucking hard with his last girlfriend: they even went to a couple therapy several times, before she eventually realized he was the problem.

“I can’t fix you”, she said during their last conversation, “and I’m not supposed to. You’ve gotta fix it yourself”.

She was right, Chan knew that. Every time he got out of a relationship, he realized what a mistake it had been to get attached to someone in the first place. But he just couldn’t help it. A pretty girl, with similar hobbies, more intelligent than he’d ever be, but with no feelings towards him? A jackpot. And all her quirks he adored so much turned into annoying habits the moment she uttered “I love you” in response.

He hoped it wouldn’t happen with you. The second he realized he’d been in love that whole time, Chris wished you’d never reciprocate. He could’ve spent his entire life being your best friend, having sex with you and just loving you without having his feelings acknowledged. Yeah, that’s the moment when he resisted therapy. Chan himself stated he couldn’t do anything about it: this unrequited shit just happened.

However, that wasn’t the whole truth. He could do a lot of things about it, but he just wouldn’t. ‘Cause living like that was easier. It was a familiar scenario, a path he’d walked on thousand times. His therapist had tried every thing possible to get Chris to work it out, but Chan and his stubbornness, his unwillingness to fix anything worked harder.

But with you? What could he do with you?

Chan remembered the feeling vividly. When he got the message, when he realized you were going to leave him there was no chill going down his spine, there was no growing coldness, no relief. Only pure fear that you would disappear from his life forever. And losing you without actually loving you… It seemed like a nightmare. What would he do without your dolphin-like laugh? You, the only person, who rolled on the floor after another set of his dad jokes, you, who brought in your own pile of puns just to make him smile.

What would he do if you suddenly disappeared? Not something he could imagine. He got used to calling you at night just to hear your voice, got used to running his hand through your hair whenever you kissed him, to hearing your whimpers when he roamed his hands over your body. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it.

Although now he would have to adjust to the new realia.

He kicked you out from outer space back to Earth, with no spacesuit on. And Chan could only imagine the way the falling must hurt.

“What you are saying”, his therapist (one of many) once asked, “is that you love the process of ‘chasing’. Correct?”

“Yeah”.

“What else do you like about it?”

“The fact that I can make an album out of it”.

True. He could’ve been hurt by a breakup, but music would always put him back on his feet. Music, that was his solace, his guardian angel, had always made him more and more successful and popular, despite the broken heart and fucked up mental state. A harsh word spat at him, or his unrequited love rejected — everything was turned into a tune, a poem, a song. Every little detail of all his relationships. All but the one with you.

Maybe he’d find inspiration to write weeks later, who knows. However, now was the time to suffer in silence, no poetic lyrics coming into his head. Chris suspected that, perhaps, he wouldn’t be able to create anything at all: he was hurt, hurt so terribly by his own actions that making something decent out of it couldn’t be possible.

“Holy shit”, the thought ran through his head, “even now I’m thinking about music, about making money? What kind of an asshole am I?”

A heartless piece of shit, as you put it. And you were right.

His only chance to redeem himself as a partner, you slipped away as if you had never been there. A vivid dream, full of graphic details of every move of your body, those birthmarks on your thighs, and the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders. He would savour the moments till he sucked them dry, until nothing but intolerance to the very thought of you would be left.

Because he dropped your reaching hand, brushed off the soothing touch, pushed you away. Chan wouldn’t have ever forgiven someone who treated him this way; whether he was a masochist of a sort, willingly loving people unconditionally, that type of attitude would have been a full stop. Although deep inside his twisted heart he hoped you’d take him back.

Chan dreaded coming back home, lying in bed, falling into the loneliness again. This time he couldn’t reason with himself — there were no excuses to his atrocious actions. It wasn’t the case of the “expired thrill”, as he had lied confidently before, it was the case of him hurting you even more if there was no rejection. What if he lost interest when the two of you would get more serious, married, with kids? What if he lost interest and hurt you more? He couldn’t allow any more pain he could cause you; even him genuinely reciprocating the feelings, loving you in every way possible couldn’t do anything. In his chase for potentially unresponsive partners Chan had become someone else. Someone even he wouldn’t want around.

But the question never left. Didn’t he take it too far? Allowing you to fall in love with him and turning your friendship into this mess? To be honest, the friendship was never one hundred percent genuine: Chris had always held hopes in getting with you, even if he was dating someone at any point of that period.

Perhaps, letting all of this happen was his ‘revenge’ master plan from the beginning. He’d fallen for you quite quickly, never really hiding the fact of it. You were oblivious to his flirtations, too engrossed in the relationship with Yugyeom. Shit, Chris hated that motherfucker. Chan could never really comprehend what was so special about Kim Yugyeom to you. Was it his height? Him being the top class student? His exchange program at Columbia University? Chris even asked you once, but you started talking about some nonsense he didn’t understand at the time. Something about… Yugyeom picking you up in his arms whenever you fell over, Yugyeom being your only solace in the world.

Why was it Yugyeom? Why? Chan couldn’t accept the fact that you held onto your first love so much and so long just because of some stupid cheesy shit. Was Kim Yugyeom there when you drank yourself unconscious because of the breakup with him? Was Yugyeom there when you broke your leg and had to stay home for over a month? Nope, he wasn’t. Chris was. He was there at every high and low, at every little win and major lose — same as you were for him. But you never noticed Chan loving you. You would hug him tightly, peck him on his cheeks, praise his success and cheer him up at his losses, but never, ever loving him back. So maybe, you finally falling in love with him was an act of vengeance for his unrequited love.

But what did he achieve with this master plan of his? You leaving him? A tremendous success, Chris. He would never win this battle: no matter how much he hurt you, your relationship with him would never be mourned by you as much as the one with your ex. Shit, you were still wearing that damn necklace with Yugyeom’s initials! After all these years! Chan had given you a ring as a present, hoping you’d take off the necklace, but you never did. And that was when Chris realized whose name was carved in your heart. Lingered like a fucking tattoo, that first love of yours.

And four years ago, when you were already single, when Yugyeom came to Seoul at one of his rare visits after he stayed in New York… You were out with Chris, a typical Friday night out for the two of you. Food, beer, gossiping, planning to have a movie night at his place. Just two best friends enjoying their time together, when you suddenly asked Chris whether he was okay if you left. And your tipsy explanation, eyes reddening and welling up with tears, because it was Yugyeom, and you had to, just had to see him once again. Chan couldn’t stand to see you crying, so he let you go, gaslighting himself into thinking, “It’s the last time, she’ll forget about him soon”. A lie you would frequently tell everyone, yourself included, was that you got over Yugyeom. ‘Cause you never did. And Chris mercilessly hoped you were as hurt now as he had been before.

If so, why did it cause him so much pain? Why wasn’t he happy and relieved you were finally in his shoes? Why?

“You’re a fucking moron”, Minho’s voice sounded exactly like Chan’s inner one. The man was his inner voice, his conscience indeed.

“Yeah, I know”.

“What did you tell her? The same bullshit you said to me?”

“I’m tired, Minho”.

Lee Know huffed. “Tired of being an ass to people who love you? Can’t believe it”.

“What d’you wanna hear from me? That I’m sorry? That I shouldn’t have done all that? You think, I don’t know that already?”

Minho shook his head, his piercing gaze starring right into Chan’s twisted soul. “I think, you’ll lose everyone if you keep this bullshit on”.

The next day hit Chan heavily, like an avalanche falling and burying him under the snow. He hated the snow, winter and cold; everything related to a slight chill resulted in Chris’ mood dropping to its lowest.

But now it was the middle of July, with warm wind blowing through the trees and sun shining. Chan stood in the hospital park outside the building, starring straight into the sun, with no sunglasses on. No protection to his eyes, maybe he’d go blind — it was the least of the punishments he could’ve gotten for what he did to you. He despised the tiniest image of himself.

The eyes eventually became teary, making Chan squeeze them and cover his face with the palm of his hand. How would blindness help to redeem yourself, dumbass?

Chris sat down on the bench, his thumb scrolling down your texts. You tended to be pretty active on social media, always posting stories and tweeting, but it was radio silence for a week. Firstly, you were probably too stressed to post, only having your cat show up on your stories occasionally; secondly, you were too busy with your job — as you always had been, Chan knew that too well — and worrying about him. Thirdly, you always disappeared from the ‘public’ eye whenever your life turned into shit. And this time it was truly fucked up.

Chris had typed dozens of messages everywhere his hand could reach you. He typed, erased, typed again, went back to his notes, hesitated to send and erased. It was a vicious cycle he repeated over hours. And not once during this time had you sent him a word. Perhaps, he had found the answer to the question he kept on asking himself, “Who’s gonna be the first to say goodbye?”

You tried to, but it was Chan who pushed you away. He could only sit there and overthink every little detail, absorbing in the memory of you, still hoping — maybe, you’d take him back, maybe it was going to be over in mere time.

“Maybe if I write her a song, a thousand songs, maybe she’ll come back?” Yeah? And what happened to actually apologizing? To saying sorry using your fucking mouth while being face-to-face?

Chan didn’t know how to properly apologize. What could he have said for you to actually forgive him? It seemed that no word or action would ever bring you peace and make you forget his harsh monologue.

Chris got back to the hospital room, his mom collecting his things. They didn’t talk much; his parents were still outraged with him — no wonder, you fucker — however, they stayed with him, silently waiting for him to defrost like a fucking Anna at the end of “Frozen”.

His dad was there too, helping him, letting Chris lean on him while walking. Chan was finally going home, and there were only his parents to take him there. Minho left as well; Chan knew it was his fault again that his best friend lost every bit of hope and trust in him. Lee Know wasn’t the one to sulk over every little thing; but if he happened to be fed up with shit, he wouldn’t stay. He’d disappear for some time to clear his mind. “And maybe to realize what a shitty friend I’d been”, Chris thought, entering the apartment.

His parents didn’t ask either about Minho or you; Lee Know had probably told them everything already. Whatever, Chris lied in his back on the floor in the living room, he’ll thaw out eventually. Han used to say they were like an old married couple, a young, successful singer and his choreographer, the closest friends you’d see in the industry. Since the moment they met four years ago, there wasn’t a moment they didn’t share, always being together. Now Chan felt as if that time was over. He knew how deeply he hurt Minho, spitting poisonous words at him too. He hurt the two people love the most besides his parents.

“Channie, I’ve made dinner. Eat with us, please”. His mom sat down on the floor beside him, cautiously observing her son. She ran her hands through his hair, the thing he loved when he was a kid. She noticed him growing up, but never expected to find her son so lost and broken. And it ripped her heart apart to know they couldn’t help him unless he made the first step towards everyone and everything.

“I’m not hungry”, he mumbled, eyes closed. “You and dad, you two should eat. I’ll do it later. Maybe”.

She singed and stroked his cheek, getting up from the floor. She was his mother, but he was a full grown adult. She couldn’t fix his problems and save him as she used to do when he fell down when he was a kid. He had to get up himself now.

Though, was he capable of it?

Chan didn’t know how much time passed. He might have dozed off to be awoken by his dad, who gently asked him to move to the bed. Obliging and getting up, Chris noticed it had gotten dark outside; that whole day was a blur.

Lying down on the bed, he checked his phone. Still nothing from you. Radio silence from Minho. Only Han texting him non-stop, some of his friends in the industry checking up on him in the DMs. Putting Jisung aside, the rest of the people were strangers. Those, who Chan wanted to hear from, got evicted from the big apartment of his heart by the vicious landlord. The latter, obviously, was Chris himself.

He dozed off again. Everything seemed just so… Pointless. Pointless to beg for forgiveness, pointless to try and fix something. This time, he massively fucked up. And Chan had no idea if there was a way out of it.

Every day turned into a blur. He’d wake up, lay there for half an hour, thinking of you, envisioning you while jerking off, imagining it was your hand, your hot breath on his neck, your kisses on his jaw. He’d be ashamed of himself, turning another memory of you into dirty thoughts; he missed every little thing about you. After showering he’d have breakfast, his parents long gone to work, but a small note from each of them on the fridge door. They got back to their house after a few days and a doctor’s visit, as he told that Chan’s recovery was quite successful. He didn’t really need much help anymore; the pain had faded — but only the physical one. Three weeks had passed since he last saw you and Minho.

And since then, every day turned into Groundhog Day. Same routine, eating what his parents cooked, talking to them over the phone or spending time at their house, just to fill in the hole inside. Han would come and see him almost every day, bringing those stupid board games he was obsessed with. Chan was grateful to have at least one true friend left.

Jisung didn’t ask any questions and insinuate any conversations. Only occasionally Chan would catch him texting someone — he saw Minho’s name on screen — and he had to physically restrain himself from dropping to his knees and beg Han to arrange a meeting with Lee Know. If he only got through this shit with his best friend, he’d get you back too. However, Chris never asked.

He only leaned towards sleeping, napping his problems away. Drowning in the memories and dreams of you, Chan found himself losing those thin threads connecting him to reality. He’d fall asleep, confident you were there, only to wake up to an empty bed.

Today he dozed off early again. When he woke up, Chan blinked slowly before staring into the ceiling again. The room was dark, as the flat itself. Han had probably left already, perhaps, another board game not to discreetly put on the shelf. Yeah, he did. It was 1:31 A.M. It was too late for someone like Jisung to go home past midnight.

Chris looked to his right, to the empty space where you used to lay. He swore to himself at that exact moment that he’d stay in this place, in this bed forever if you magically appeared there the next second. He would stay anywhere, freeze in his movement, turn into an icy sculpture that could melt under the sun — anything. He would do anything to have you here, with him, at that moment and for eternity.

Chan could almost feel the smell of the shampoo in your hair, while you were lying there, back pressed against his chest. His arm you used as a pillow would always go numb, but he’d keep it there, right under your head — just to absorb in you as much as possible. He wished he could have traced his fingers along your arm, feeling the shivers appear, and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. Never in a million years he ever felt this much ache inside his chest.

Images of you started floating in his head — not that they ever left — your face, your hands massaging his back, your laugh. He could still drown in the aroma of that perfume you used, the one that you were keeping on the bookshelf in your bedroom. You couldn’t bare using any fragrance as the smells made you sick (no matter how good they were, you just weren’t built for this kind of thing), but Chan remembered one specific moment. That moment now resulted in this perfume being the smell he couldn’t live without.

“Either take it off, or I’ll gladly do it for you”.

You stood in front of the mirror in Chan’s room, a new bathing suit on. You tried it on multiple times: at the outlet, at home after washing it and now here, in his room. You wanted to hear the honest opinion of his, but Chris only tended to spill out vulgar remarks concerning your appearance. Not that you hated it.

“Ugh, shut up”, you groaned, turning to look at your back in the mirror. A two-piece bikini really accentuated your ass and hip dips. That was good, but… You had never worn a two-piece bikini after you turned nineteen. You gained some weight and had the same body shape for years; despite never being shamed for your body, you felt insecure, even after losing some of the weight due to exercising with Chan. He basically made you suffer at the gym — all because you once said you needed a personal trainer to actually start working out. He took in that position immediately. Even though the trainings with him were truly resulting in your body transforming, lately it all turned into overly sexual workouts. He would be behind you, too close for a trainer, hands on your hips, his bulge dangerously close to your entrance. Every freaking time you two would end up having a quickie in his car after. Every time.

You sighed, turning to face yourself in the mirror again. You didn’t have abs, but your squishy belly was almost gone, now replaced with muscles and something close to mid-flatness (Chris said there was no such thing, but you disagreed). You always felt like people were judging you while wearing a bathing suit; and now, in a freaking bikini, would they judge you even more?

“What’s wrong?” Chris was behind you in no time, arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder. He looked at you through the reflection in the mirror, picking on your slightly confused face.

“I dunno if”, you stuttered, your palms landing on his hands, “if I look okay in the bikini”.

“Okay?” The tone of his voice, the guttural sound he let out made you chuckle. “Are you kiddin’ me? You look fantastic”, he whispered, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

And when you wanted to say something else, to somehow doubt his words again, Chris slightly moved, his half-hard dick pressing into your ass. You arched your back almost automatically, scarcely catching the moan from escaping you mouth.

A pleased hum in response from him. You felt his hot breath on your neck, lips leaving burning kissed on your neck. “Shit, baby”, his eager hands roaming around your body, “you smell so fucking good. Did you put it on just for me?”

A choked answer, something incoherent left your mouth. When Chan’s hand untied the straps of your swimsuit bottom, you could swear you would turn into ashes right then and there.

“I’m gonna go crazy”, he growled into your neck, hands firmly holding you waist, keeping you in your place. “I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t fuck you right now”.

You gulped, head still spinning slowly. You were always too easy to break into pieces with his touch only, it was a fact. Although today you wanted to last longer. You wanted to win that round.

Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers in his hair. “You’re only interested in me when you wanna fuck, Christopher?”

Chan remembered being taken aback by your words, the boldness in your voice he had never heard before. He liked that; he liked that you could be bold when he didn’t expect you to. But that question… How could you even think that?

“I’m interested in you when I wanna fuck, that’s true”, he answered, lips brushing over your nose, “but I only wanna fuck you, ever”.

“That’s a terrible answer”, you relied, chuckling under your breath. “Still sounds like I’m just a fuck toy to you”.

Chan buried his head in the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. He whined your name into your skin, the sensation of his lips on your most sensitive part making you rub your thighs slightly. Almost automatically begging for friction.

“You’re not a fuck toy”, Chan went on, trailing kisses along your neck, “you’re much more than that”. You mewled in response, resulting in Chris grabbing a handful of your ass. “So much more, baby”.

Goddamn it. That was true; you were much more than a fuck buddy, a friend with benefits — you were his entire world wrapped in a lovely jewel, whose shine reflected on him. But only slightly. The rays of your solar system reached his black hole in small doses only — enough to cling onto them for his existence’s sake, but not enough to make you his and his Sun only. Your solar system, no matter how much time passed, was shining just for Yugyeom, waiting for him to take the sunlight in, to be absorbed in the sun beams.

How Chris wished he had met you earlier. Before Yugyeom, maybe when you were kids, so that you and him would’ve been ‘childhood friends to lovers’.

Chan envied Yugyeom. The blackest waves of purest hatred towards the man you’d been in love with rose inside Chris. Probably that was the thing that couldn’t let Chan believe you loved him back just as much — his inner voice, that overthinking anxious coward insinuating you would come back to Yugyeom in a heartbeat. The reality of the things didn’t really matter — only Chan projecting his insecurities onto you did.

He rubbed his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. Chris was running on empty with that constant overthinking. He’d rather be back there, in this same bedroom several months ago, when none of it went down the drain yet.

When you were underneath his body in mere seconds, every word of yours swallowed by his hungry kisses. The bikini top was still on; however, Chan got rid of his clothes, wearing his boxers only. He just liked the view, the yellow piece of clothing barely covering those parts of the body he’d be the only one to see.

Your whole body ached because Chris only kissed you. His hands were squeezing your waist, but never reached the places where you craved them to be. Not that Chan didn’t want to, quite the opposite — the way you arched your back every time his boner brushed over your bare core, the way you whimpered, trying to get him touch you. But he just couldn’t miss the opportunity to tease you.

“Ch-Chris”, you inhaled sharply, legs wrapping around his waist, “please”.

He smirked, lips crushing onto yours in another passionate kiss, and his hand finally moving up your body.

“Why did you buy it?” He breathed out, fingers lingering over your already hardened nipple. “It’s so fucking revealing. Do you want”, he moved the fabric to expose your boobs, “everyone to see this?”

His mouth landed onto your nipple in an instant, licking, sucking, biting — all in a spin of a moment, not letting you adjust to one sensation only. You made a strangled noise, eyes closed to give in the feeling of him only. Chan’s left hand was massaging your other breast, not leaving any part of your body unattended.

The sight of you, so lost in pleasure of him sucking on your nipples only… He could come from this, from having you fall apart under the slightest of his touch.

The memories were so real, that vision of you being right here and now was so true, Chris caught himself palming his growing bulge through the fabric of his pajama pants. Shit. If you were here, if he could only tell you how much he loved you, how much he cherished you loving him back, if he could reassure you it was different now, that he never really meant what he told you weeks ago… If only.

A sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted his reminiscence of the past, making Chris jump up in the bed. He was panting, his heart was racing — he wasn’t expecting guests at such an hour.

Moving extra cautiously, Chan approached the door. At first, he didn’t doubt the sight he witnessed through the peephole was another hallucination his touch-starved mind showed him. Upon the second look… It was not a mirage.

He opened the door in an instant, struggling not to pull you in and capture you in his embrace, so that you’d never leave him again. But he just stood there, staring, gawking at you, the gaze of yours never leaving his eyes.

“Hi”.

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Pairing: Bf!Youngjae x Reader x Bestfriend!Jaebeom

W.C: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+ smut, Threesome, pet name's (Jagiya, baby, beautiful), foreplay. (I prolly forgot something-)

Trope: Trio best friends.

Request: Yes

Summary A movie night which was supposed to be spent by watching a rom-com movie, but in a twist of possibilities things escalated as per your darkest desires.

The dim light from the television flickered across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Youngjae and you were cuddled up on the couch, sharing a soft blanket as y'll watched the romantic comedy he had picked out for your movie night. Originally, Jaebeom was supposed to join y'll, but he had backed out at the last minute due to some work he needed to finish up.

As the movie progressed, an explicit scene came on, causing your cheeks to flush and your body to squirm, you were turned on. Though you tried to hide it, your body language betrayed you, revealing your constant moving and your thighs squeezed shut to Youngjae. With a knowing smirk, he decided to take advantage of the situation, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, teasing you with gentle touches.

The sexual tension in the room grew thicker as Youngjae's hands roamed your body, slipping beneath your clothes to caress your sensitive skin. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste all of you. Slowly, he laid you down on the couch as he worked his way down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and marks in his wake, until he reached the juncture of your thighs.

You gasped as he yanked off your skirt and panties in a swift move. Youngjae's tongue flicked out licking your inner thigh and leaving gentle bites. He sucks on your cunt, gentle yet very teasingly as your fingers get hold of his hair, tugging on it due to which he let out a soft moan against your cunt. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations, only to fly open again when you heard the soft click of the front door. Jaebeom stood leaning against the door frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene before him. Y'll had been a trio since the elementary school due to which y'll had the keys of each other's apartments. And he had manged to get done with his work faster than you had expected.

Well it wasn't the first time he had walked in on y'll, and over time, he had grown shameless about it. Something about his presence excited you even more, and you found yourself confessing your deepest desire. "I've always wanted a threesome with the two of you," you admitted breathlessly.

Without missing a beat, Jaebeom sauntered over to the couch picking you up and carrying you to the room as he places you down, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice dripping with seduction. "You really don't mind if I join in, do you, baby.....will you be able to handle us both?"

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. "I want you both," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want to be ruined by my two best friends."

Youngjae smirked as he had already known about your desires, his eyes blazing with possessiveness and desire. "You heard our jagiya," he said, his voice rough with need. "Let's give her exactly what she craves."

Jaebeom wasted no time in stripping off his clothes, revealing his toned body and rock-hard erection. He climbed onto the bed, his hands immediately finding your sensitive nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, tugging and pinching until you were writhing beneath him, your moans filling the room.

Youngjae took the opportunity to claim your mouth, shoving his length down your throat stretching your throat wide with his cock making you gag. You palmed the remaining length and bobbed your head slowly and teasingly which just made Yeongjae shove his whole length in your mouth causing tears to prickle down your eyes in pleasure, which was combined with Jaebeom's skilled fingers on your nipples and Youngjae's powerful thrusts, had you nearly cumming on the spot. You were brain fucked at this point, mind dazed and all you could do was ask for more and moan their names to the extent where you couldn't even think straight.

Jaebeom moved lower, his tongue trailing down your stomach until he reached your dripping core. He lapped at your folds, sucking your cunt into his mouth as he slid two fingers deep inside you. "You taste so fucking good, my beautiful jagiya," he moaned against your sensitive flesh. "I could eat you out for hours."

Youngjae pulled his length out caressing your cheek. "Our girl needs more," he said, his voice tight with restraint. "She needs to be filled by both of us."

Jaebeom nodded, pulling his fingers from your heat. He moved to lay on his back, pulling you on top of him. "Ride my cock baby, like a good girl," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips. "Take me deep inside you."

You whimpered, sinking down onto Jaebeom's impressive length. You moaned loudly as you felt him stretch you to your limits, filling her completely. Youngjae positioned himself behind you, his cock nudging against your back entrance. "Relax, jagiya," he cooed, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Let us both inside you."

Slowly, oh so slowly, Youngjae pushed into your tight heat, both men now fully seated within you, their lengths shoved deep in you. At this moment, in your whole damn life you had never felt so full, so completely owned by these two men. They set a punishing pace, thrusting in tandem, driving you wild with pleasure.

Their hands roamed her body, teasing and caressing every inch of you. They whispered filthy words of praise, telling you how perfect you are, how good you felt wrapped around their cocks. You were lost in a sea of sensation, Your body climbing higher and higher towards ecstasy and your moans just growing louder.

With a scream of pure pleasure, you shattered between the two, your orgasm crashing over you in intense waves as you had milked their cocks. Jaebeom and Youngjae soon followed, their moans mingling with yours as they spilled deep inside her, filling you up with their cum.

They pulled out making sure no cum slipped out of your holes. You had never felt more satisfied, more completely and utterly ruined in the best possible way. And as you drifted off to sleep, safe and warm between your two best friends you mumbled out "I love y'll".

Jaebeom and youngjae moth cracked a smile and mumbled, "We love you too, jagi. All of you."

They quickly cleaned you and themselves up. And dressed themselves and you in comfortable clothes, slipping besides you and cuddling you till the two had fallen asleep holding you in their embrace.

---

[catboy-jaebeom]

this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

it's been a year already since my last pinned, and I got shadowbanned exactly around that time back then because of course I did, so here's a new one 🩷

I'm Autumn, but you can call me Faon as well. my pronouns are they/ them. ticked all the boxes on the queer registration form, and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. I was born in '95. central european & white. future linguistics student. proud plant parent. kpop fan. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak english and german, and I'm studying french, japanese, korean and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. I sometimes make cat ear edits and vampire edits of idols and actors ( see: my icon ) so if you want me to make one for you, you can DM me.

my interests and hyperfixations change over time — yes, it was a phase, mum! name a constant state of being, mum! — and I change my username every two years, round about. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, live action one piece show, and I'm watching a couple of kdramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age as well as the james bond / 00q fandoms, and I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie. also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you. you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf.

this blog of mine was created in 2012, I was on here already when you could still count on the superwholock people to throw gifs at posts although I was never one of them, which, trust me, was a hilarious feeling in hindsight asjfjahajft. I have one sideblog worthy of note @splittergheist which is my writing blog, and I have a secret sideblog for my omegaverse / miscecanis stuff ( much more the lifestyle, world building and concept than the smut and stuff, I'll be honest, but no hate at all!! ) that I might give out if someone asks nicely and privately.

that said, I tag my posts extensively, and if you ask politely, I will try and tag specific things for you too! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 🦈 oftentimes I will message you privately when you've sent me an ask that doesn't seem to be an ask game or such! and while I do post stuff for tag games I'm not a fan of tagging others unless we're, like, really close, sorry ><

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the tag. I also put some "reviews" written by mutuals about my blog there, thank you everyone, you're lovely 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright I think we all could need that at the moment. I would super love new people to talk to ( please have your age / some approximate of it in your bio; I'm totally fine with talking to minors but I would like to know I am before I do, thank u ) so message me or reply to this!

kpop stuff

ult group: GOT7

other groups I like: NCT 127, WayV, Red Velvet, ITZY, Seventeen, SHINee, ONEUS; ...

soloists I like: XIA / Kim Junsu, Taemin

biases: Lim Jaebeom & Choi Youngjae; Nakamoto Yuta; Xiaojun; Kang Seulgi; Hwang Yeji; Joshua Hong & Lee Seokmin; Choi Minho & Taemin; Kim Leedo & Lee Seoho; Park Seonghwa & Jeong Yunho; Kanemoto Yoshi; ...

wreckers: Mark Tuan & Kim Yugyeom; Ten Lee; Kim Mingyu & Lee Woozi; Kang Yeosang & Song Mingi; ...

for as long as xitter still lives, you can find my kpop account under: jaebueomgi

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on 22nd November:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on 22nd November:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

[vex91]

GOT7 Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Mark Tuan:

Nothing yet...

Lim Jaebeom:

Nothing yet...

Wang Jiaer:

Nothing yet...

Park Jinyoung:

Nothing yet...

Choi Youngjae:

Nothing yet...

Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam:

Nothing yet...

Kim Yugyeom:

Nothing yet...

OT7:

Nothing yet...

[ao3feed-ateez]

This Is My Desire

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/v1zLxfh by Anch53 Busca sanar heridas del pasado mientras busca venganza, sin embargo el destino le tiene preparado otros planes, creando una tripulación y navegando hacia un mar lleno de sangre. Words: 4006, Chapters: 2/52, Language: Español Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), GOT7 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), GOT7 Ensemble, Monsta X Ensemble, Stray Kids Ensemble, Kim Junmyeon | Suho Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Lim Jaebeom | Jay B/Park Jinyoung (GOT7), BamBam Kunpimook Bhuwakul/Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae/Jackson Wang, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu/Yoo Kihyun, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Seo Changbin, Kim Geonhak | Leedo/Son Dongju | Xion, Kim Youngjo | Ravn/Yeo Hwanwoong, Lee Hoseok| Wonho/Kim Yugyeom Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, Kim Hongjoong is a Mess, Kim Hongjoong is Bad at Feelings, Prince Park Seonghwa, Top Park Seonghwa, Bottom Kim Hongjoong, Eventual Sex, Mpreg, Omega Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Alpha Park Seonghwa, Alpha Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Alpha Choi San (ATEEZ), Alpha Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Alpha Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Omega Kang Yeosang, Omega Kim Hongjoong, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Rituals, Everyone Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Sexual Violence, Bottom Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Bottom Kang Yeosang, Top Choi San (ATEEZ), Top Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Top Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Mating Bites, Pirate ATEEZ Ensemble, Treasure Hunting, Fairy Tale Elements, Angst and Fluff and Smut read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/v1zLxfh

[def-initely-soul]

Halloween Drabble

ANONYMOUS: Yugyeom smut where there is black out in the city and they were about to go to Halloween party but don't want to waste the costume if you catch my drift

Original Update:  October 31, 2017

Coming right up ^_^

Bias: Yugyeom from GOT7

Genre: Smut

Words: 898

“Okay, the whole city has a blackout, it’s not just us,” you observe in shock, looking through your window. It’s Halloween night and you’re supposed to go to a costume party with your boyfriend Yugyeom. Him dressed as a pirate and you dressed as his captain.

But that seems impossible now that there’s not a single light in the expanse of the city.

You cross your hands over your chest, your bottom lip slightly protruding in a pout. “We got all dressed up for nothing…” you whine, as you feel a pair of hands sliding around your waist. Yugyeom rests his chin on your shoulder and he presses a soft kiss to the column of your neck to soothe you.

“What are we gonna do now?” you ask, disappointed that your plans for the evening got canceled.

But then you feel Yugyeom smirking against your skin and his hands tighten around your waist. “I have an idea…” he whispers softly, lips grazing your ear.

You smile, already knowing the implication and you turn around in his embrace, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Oh really? Like what…?” you whisper against his skin, and immediately leaving soft bites on his skin.

Yugyeom shivers lightly. Then, without any warning, his hands grip your hips and he lifts you up against him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You’re about to find out babe…” he says seductively and he’s quick to press you against the couch. His lips connect with yours immediately and you moan when you feel his hardness pressing against you.

His lips are hungry to devour yours as you move to get rid of his black vest and shirt. You grind your hips against him and he groans from the friction.

“Shit, baby, keep doing that…” he moves against you as well, trying to feel more. But you smirk mischievously as you shove him on the couch to sit on his lap.

And then you move your hips again.

Yugyeom’s head falls back on the couch, a lengthy moan tumbling from his lips as his nails dig into the skin of your thighs, just below your skirt.

“Now, is that a way to talk to your Captain, sailor?” you breathe next to his ear and another shiver takes over him.

“Oh my god, yES- I mean no, my Captain,” he breathes heavily, eyes dark with lust as he keeps his hands stuck on your thighs.

You smile and then you take his bottom lip between your teeth to suck softly.

“I was gonna punish you, but I changed my mind…” you mutter as you begin unbuttoning your shirt and move to take it off but Yugyeom stops you.

“Please, don’t take it off…” he begs and you smirk. Then you lean forward to leave bites at the skin of his neck and his hands move further below your skirt.

He pushes aside the fabric of your panties and his fingers move against your folds, teasing your slit. A helpless moan leaves your lips, reverberating against his neck and you buck your hips against his hand.

“Fuck, Yugyeom I need more..” you whine, and then you feel his fingers finally entering you, stretching your walls perfectly.

Your hands fly to grip on his shoulders and a gasp escapes you as you keep on moving against his hand. You let your hand travel on Yugyeom’s chest and when you press it against his length, he hisses.

“Please, can I be inside you now? I need you so much,” he pleads, eyes closed and head falling back, revealing the expanse of his neck.

You unbuckle his belt at once, hands pulling down the zipper and then his underwear, and his cocks springs out, resting against his stomach. You raise your hips, right above his tip and then you begin sinking slowly on him.

Yugyeom groans loudly, his hands squeezing the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, yes babe, you feel so tight!”

And then you begin moving. His length disappears in you and you moan at the sight, walls clenching more and more around him. His hands on you are harsh and unmerciful as he begins moving his hips in time with yours.

Yugyeom leans forwards to suck on your nipples, tongue rolling around the buds to tease. Your head falls back to the added stimulation and you weave your fingers through his hair to press him against your chest.

With every thrust, you feel the coil tighten in your belly and your moans grow in volume. Your hips falling harder on him, the sounds of skin slapping skin joining the sounds coming from your lips. Yugyeom breaths harder against your ski and you can tell he’s getting closer too.

And with one final thrust, the coil snaps, a bright light blinding your eyes as your high hits you violently. Yugyeom joins you shortly after, both shaking in the aftermaths of your orgasm.

You stay like this for a bit, his face hiding in your neck as both of you breath heavily to calm down. And from the corner of your eye, you see something out of the window that makes you chuckle.

Yugyeom looks up at you. “What is it?”

You stifle a giggle before answering. “The power is back on.”

[clariannahoney]

Kpop Daddy's Squirting Obsession

The stage lights dimmed as the last strains of GOT7's latest hit faded into the air. Yugyeom, the group's charismatic main dancer, stood center stage, his chest heaving from the adrenaline of the performance. His eyes scanned the crowd, a sea of glowing lightsticks and adoring faces, but one stood out—a young woman, her eyes wide with awe and desire.

Yugyeom's lips curved into a smirk as he watched her. Her adoration was palpable, a tangible force that drew him like a moth to flame. He knew he shouldn't, but the thrill of her obsession was too enticing to resist. Tonight, he would claim her.

After the final bow, Yugyeom made his way backstage, his mind already plotting. He changed quickly, dismissing his manager’s queries with a casual wave. "Just need some fresh air," he lied, slipping out the back door unnoticed.

He found her waiting by the alley, her gaze anxious yet hopeful. Yugyeom approached slowly, his presence commanding even in the shadows. "You waited," he stated, more than asked.

Her breath caught, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I had to see you."

His hand reached out, fingertips brushing against her cheek. "Why?"

"Because... because I can't stop thinking about you," she confessed, her eyes pleading.

Yugyeom leaned closer, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "Then let me show you what happens when you become mine."

Without waiting for a response, he took her hand and led her to his car. The drive to his penthouse was silent, charged with anticipation. As they stepped off the elevator, Yugyeom pressed her against the wall, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss.

"You belong to me now," he declared, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, accepting his claim.

Inside his lavish apartment, he directed her to the bedroom, his gaze never leaving her as he locked the door. "Strip," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

She hesitated, then began unbuttoning her blouse, her hands trembling slightly. Yugyeom watched, his arousal growing as each inch of skin was revealed. When she stood before him in only her underwear, he stepped forward, his fingers trailing down her shoulders to her waist.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding around to cup her ass, pulling her flush against him. "Now, kneel."

She did as told, her eyes meeting his as she sank to the floor. Yugyeom unzipped his pants, releasing himself, his cock hard and ready. "Suck," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

Her lips parted, and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, guiding him into her mouth. Yugyeom groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she began to move, her tongue swirling around him.

"Faster," he demanded, thrusting gently into her mouth, relishing the feel of her submission. Her cheeks hollowed as she obeyed, her throat working around his length.

Yugyeom's control was slipping; the sight of her on her knees, worshipping him, was too much. "Enough," he gasped, pulling her up and tossing her onto the bed.

He followed, crawling over her, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me you want this," he growled, his fingers teasing her nipples through her bra.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her legs parting instinctively.

"Good girl," he praised, removing her bra with one swift movement. His mouth captured a nipple, suckling hard as his hand slid down to her panties.

"So wet for me," he murmured against her skin, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to stroke her clit. She arched into his touch, her moans filling the room.

Yugyeom pulled away, his eyes scanning her body hungrily. "Take off your panties," he instructed, watching as she obeyed, exposing herself fully to his gaze.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. "Ready for Daddy?"

"Please," she begged, her hands reaching for him.

Yugyeom entered her slowly, watching her face for any sign of pain or discomfort. When she only sighed in pleasure, he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his hips snapping against hers. "Feel how good Daddy makes you feel."

Her cries filled the room, her body tensing as she neared her peak. Yugyeom felt her walls clenching around him, the sensation driving him closer to his own release.

"Come for me," he ordered, his pace increasing. "Show Daddy how much you love it."

With a scream, she shattered, her body convulsing as she squirted around him, the liquid pooling beneath her. Yugyeom followed her over the edge, his orgasm crashing through him as he spilled inside her.

Collapsing beside her, he pulled her into his arms, his breathing ragged. "Mine," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

She snuggled closer, her voice soft. "Always, Daddy."

Yugyeom smiled, his grip tightening. "Good. Now sleep, my little one. Tomorrow, we begin your training."

[king-yuggy]

Sway | Yugyeom

Genre: Got7 Smut

WC: 928

Request: Anon - I know you already said you would but can you write the baby boy Yugyeom from that one hand post you made about him

Warnings: Oral. Smut. Toy. Denial. Technically isnt this throating???. Throat Fuck? Oh lol maybe some language.

Moonlight danced across the ridges of purple silk adorning his eyes. His hands were tied behind him, pink haze rushing to his wrists as he struggled to maintain his composure as you gave him a break from your test run.

You trailed your tongue along the lines of his tattoo, pausing and lingering on the center where you had left a trial of love bites earlier. He whimpered as you continued your slow trail across his body.

His cock begged for attention as it remained flush against his stomach, pools of precum dripping from his tip and onto his defined torso.

His porcelain skin shone as the thin sheet of sweat ornamenting his body reflected the dim blue light of the outside world, a tint of pink rushing through his cheeks as he felt his intense need for you in every last inch of his forsaken being.

His lips tasted like iron---prickles of blood seeping from the torn skin. His teeth bit down hard against the tissue, his eyes screwed shut as the sound of deep slow vibrations filled his ears. He prepared himself for what he knew was coming.

You inched closer to him, continuing your heavy assault---ruining him to the core as you trailed the head of the vibrator down his stiff shaft.

You trailed your way across the heated skin of his twitching cock, his breaths coming out in rushes of frustrating as you drew circles across his sensitive tip.

His pink lips parted, soft whines and moans escaping them as he urged you to continue, begging for mercy as his body began reaching its end.

His chest heaved sporadically---a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as you tore his release away from him, his body clung to the feeling of pleasure, aching for more than you were willing to give.

His hips jerked forward, eager to find more painful pleasure from the rough vibrations against his engorged cock. His begging increased in volume as me became more and more needy for you, his hips became violent as he attempted to chase his orgasm, attempting to find some sort of release in the empty air.

Vibrations surged through his body once more as you made your way back down his shaft, his thighs clenched at the feeling as his head swayed harshly from side to side. His body seemed to lose control, thrashing and begging for release that he knew was far from tangible.

His whole body trembled, pools of tears appearing on the silk---a chain of curses fell from his lips as you took away his pleasure once more, smiling as pouted, unable to protest against your actions.

You threw the vibrator to the side---you took him in your hand and lowered your mouth on his cock until he rested deep within you. You swallowed around him, his guttural groans became more and more frequent at he attempted to stay still.

You moaned around him, his thighs trembled as his body caved in; his hips swirled against you, Yugyeom fully lost control as his body twitched and spiraled out of control---his body hypersensitive to any sort f touch you delivered. You held his hips down, halting  his actions as you eased your way back up his shaft.

He hissed---the cold air brushed against cock as you released him from your mouth. You watched his body fall into a pit of torment, his hips bucking as you blew breaths over the moistened skin of his shaft---high pitched whines spewed from his lips as you dragged your tongue up his shaft and across his slit before lowering yourself back on him.

You released his hips, allowing him to find the pleasure that he needed. His hips swirled and thrust into your throat, wines and moans of pure pleasure and excitement leaving his mouth as he fully enjoyed your wet cavern. You allowed your cheeks to cave in, granting him the pressure he craved so much as he let his need loose.

His hips became rough---sporadically thrusting deeper and deeper into your throat until you were choking around him as he stilled his hips. Your eyes watered but you stayed still, fully allowing him to enjoy himself as he worked himself towards his own release.

His voice came out in rushed whines, begging for you to help him, letting you know what only you could get him off the way he needed.

You moved your mouth up and down the shaft helping him reach his climax---your own pleasure came from the way he whined your name, it fell off his tongue like a prayer as he began to unwind---his body convulsed, stilling for just long enough for trails of his pleasure to reach the back of your throat  as you swallowed around his stiff shaft.

He hissed as your throat went tense around him, your mouth forming suction cup once more as you slowly made your way up and down, allowing him to ride out his pleasure until his disjointed gasps and pleads let you know that he was too sensitive to continue.

You pull away, leaving a kiss on the tip of his cock before removing the blindfold from his eyes. A shy smile adorned his face as he gave you a look of satisfaction, his chest still heaved from the intense release. You leaned in, giving gave him a soft kiss before backing away to observe your masterpiece.

My baby boy did so well, I may just have to do this again.

Yugyeom smirked, his half lidded eyes widening as he groaned in approval.

{unedited}

Note: that gif is so cute my hEART. I didnt rly reread this i just wanted to feed yall so ill probably come back and edit

[sopewriters]

Hello lovely~ I absolutely love your writing. I saw you reblog the smut starter sentences. If it's sth you do, can I request Yugyeom with a female s/o for the first sentence "I'm going to leave so many hickeys in your body..." and "you like it when I do this. Admit it..?" Thank you in advance and if it's not possible, I still appreciate it ^_^ I hope you have/had a wonderful day C:

I tried my absolute best to write something good!! Hope you like it~ 

(And thank you for such a polite request! I really appreciate it ^^)

Yugyeom. 752 words. Smut. ( Exorcist! & Demon! AU; Inspired by this) 

It’s hard to think straight when Yugyeom has you firmly gripped over his lap, his fingers digging into your waist as he pushes you down in time to match his own ruthless thrusts from between. Your mouth is parted, tiny whimpers, moans and even screams of pleasure slipping out uninhibited and you wonder how this exorcist is making you, a demon, feel this good. Under normal circumstances, you’d be ripping out his throat and he would be coming at you with a cross, a bible and whatnot. 

But these aren’t normal circumstance and you certainly don’t mind the secret trysts you have with the man behind closed doors. 

“I’m gonna leave so many hickeys on your body that you won’t even have a chance to cover them all up,” His threat only flares the heat higher within you and you let out a gasp when he does just that, latching his pretty cherry blossom lips to your neck, nipping and biting at the skin, “Everyone’s gonna know that you’re my pretty little demon whore.” 

You hit against his chest in embarrassment, shaking your head even as you steady yourself and move your hips with force. 

One of his hands leave your hips and trace up to your chest, tracing a sigil of a sort onto the bare skin as he murmurs an incantation under his breath. You’re too caught up in the pleasure to notice it until the spell kicks in. 

Your eyes widen in shock, pupils turning darker as your pussy practically begins to drip all over his cock that’s still inside you. Your body feels like it’s on fire and you being to crave more of his touch as it leaves behind a soothing relief. Your breathing grows ragged as you look at him astounded, “Y-Yugyeom, wh-what’s happening?” 

“Hm, what do you think is happening?” He pulls you off his lap before pushing you down on the mattress, pulling you back on your knees and slotting his cock into your tight heat once more, “Did you think banishing is all we know how to do?” 

He rests a hand against your shoulder, gripping it as he slams himself deep and hard into you, making you clutch the sheets tighter and moan each time you rock forward from the force of his hips driving into you. 

“We wouldn’t learn much about your kind if that’s all we did, now would we?” He wraps a hand around your long hair, tugging at it and pulling you up to hit his chest against your back, making you arch beautifully. 

His lips curve into a smile filled with malicious pride, “You rather like it when I do this, don’t you?” 

Yugyeom pull your head to the side as he presses his burning lips against you, stealing your breath and thoughts with quick strokes of his tongue pressing into your mouth. 

“Admit it. You like it when I pull your hair and pin you down like this.” He smacks his hand against your pert bottom, making you whimper before sighing in pleasure as his cock slips in and out of you rapidly. “You like it when I take control over you.” 

You groan softly, nodding your head as he tugs harder at your hair with a smirk, “Hm, yes—Yugyeom, I… I love it.” 

Your mind spins from the sheer euphoria that beings to flow into you without stop, drowning you in the pleasure till it’s all you’re thinking about and all that you can feel. 

His hips reach deeper into you than before and with a cry, you find yourself falling into your release, your walls clenching tightly and gripping his length firmly inside you, bringing him to his own release. He buries his cock as deep as it can go into you, filling you up with all of his release and sigh softly at the feeling of his cum shooting into you. 

Though it serves a momentary relief from the fire he had ignited in you with the incantations, the heat is quick to return and you find yourself hazed once more as you fall forward onto the bed. 

He turns you over onto your back, hovering over you and brushing your wet hair away from your sweaty skin before pressing a soft kiss against your red, bitten lips. 

“The spell’s gonna last a while baby,” He chuckles, running his hands down your sides and watching with glee as you sigh at the mere touch, “Let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

Written By: Sangria~