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I don’t, I don’t wanna wake up, 내 지팡이는 알람 브레이커 우주 속을 우린 헤엄, 두 개의 꼬리별이 되어 Bungee, it’s okay, don’t be afraid, 우리가 함께해

˚⊱🔮⊰˚﹐NOULLI || 18+ || she/her.

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너와 내가 함께라면, we can run across the sky.ᐟ

[blackhairedjjun]

VIOLET I BROUGHT THIS THIBG THAT REMINDS ME OF BEOMGYU AND V ( BANGTAN ) AND I AM SO HAPPY. What's disappointing is that my phone doesn't fit💀

I am also low on money I saw this Yeonjun's coat/jacket/hoodie but that was so so costly🥲

WAIT THAT IS SOOOOO CUTE... bear things really are beomgyu coded hhhh 🥺 reminds me of this tweet:

also i hope yeonjun's hoodie was nice quality and a good find at least!!

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and special thank you to @silvergyus for beta reading this for me <3

[8:52pm] (c.sb)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1254 angst + smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ୨୧ husband!soobin x fem!reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, unprotected sex [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

playlist — alligator tears, beyoncé ; pretty little birds, sza ; i wish i hated you, ariana grande ; riiverdance, beyoncé ; pretty, kennie ; easy to love me, hope tala ; the other woman, lana del rey

part two

for the past few months, this has been your routine almost every night. it makes him happy and you’ve convinced yourself that as long as he’s happy, he’ll stay. and if he stays, you won’t have to face the truth you’ve been avoiding.

soobin walks through the front door at the same time every evening, his lips curving into a sheepish grin that once made your heart flutter. you greet him with a kiss, your fingers brushing over the collar of his white shirt, where the scent of an unfamiliar perfume clings stubbornly. it’s a dark floral scent— a sweet, intoxicating reminder of where he has been. you try your hardest to ignore it as you slide off his suit jacket from his shoulders.

you usher him into the kitchen, where the table is set with his favorite dishes, each one painstakingly prepared in the hours leading up to his return. he smiles, a soft thank you falling from his lips as he kisses you again. his kisses feel more like a reflex than an expression of love.

he sits down, digging into the meal with the appetite of someone who’s been away for too long. you take your seat across from him, watching as he eats, your own plate untouched. there’s a quiet satisfaction in seeing him enjoy the food you’ve made, a fleeting sense of normalcy that almost lets you believe that things are the way they used to be.

but the silence between you is heavy, and the distance in his voice is unmistakable as he compliments the meal. it’s the same distance that lingers in his eyes, the same distance that has crept into every corner of your lives.

after dinner, he resigns to the living room and you remain in the kitchen, cleaning up. when you’re done you run him a bath. the scent of lavender and rose petals mask the tension that lingers in the air. he comes into the bathroom to meet you, his expression softening when he sees the bath you’ve prepared. there's a glimmer of affection in his eyes, but it’s fleeting, gone almost as quickly as it appears. you try to hold onto it, try to remember the last time it felt this way, but the thought slips away as he turns his attention to the warm water waiting for him.

while he bathes, you return to the bedroom, getting ready like you always do. the routine feels both familiar and hollow. you fix your hair, reapply your lipstick, slip into the lingerie he bought you for your anniversary last year. you spritz your perfume all over your body, just as he comes out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“hi,” he breathes out.

“hi,”

something about the way he looks at you makes your heart skip a beat. “you look really pretty.”

you want to believe that the warmth in his voice is real. he steps closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. his lips press against yours with a gentle urgency. the kiss is familiar, but tinged with something you can’t quite place. there’s a hesitation in the way he moves, as if he is holding something back. your hands find their way to his wet hair, your fingers tangling in the strands as you deepen the kiss, trying to find the connection that feels like it’s slipping away.

his mouth moves against yours slowly, almost reverently, but beneath the tenderness, there’s an undercurrent of something else— guilt, or maybe regret. you’re not sure if it’s his or yours.

the kiss lingers, a ghost of what it once was and what you used to be, and when he finally pulls away, you’re left with a hollow ache that no amount of sweetness can fill.

any guilt he feels, however, dissipates when you pull him to the bed. you know why you do it, and he does too, but soobin lets himself believe that he deserves it. he thinks he deserves the extravagant home cooked meals, the baths, you getting down on your knees every night to worship him devoutly, as though he is your newfound religion. he thinks he deserves it all, even as the guilt gnaws at the edges of his conscience.

he moans in your ear as he steadily rams his thick cock in your dripping hole. you cry out as he finds that spot inside you. he grinds his tip against your sweet spot, tearing lewd moans from your puffy lips. his kisses trail from your jaw to your throat, each one gentle, as if he’s afraid of leaving a mark. he removes his lips from your neck to watch his cock disappear between your folds.

you moan. your body reacts to him in ways you can’t control. your hands grip his forearm as you reach your peak. your walls clench around his thick cock as you cum. you feel the pleasure wash over you, but it’s laced with a sadness that you can’t shake. while he slowly fucks you through your high, he feels his own release approaching. his head falls into the crook of your neck, biting the flesh as he empties his load into you.

barely able to catch your breath, you whisper a soft i love you. he repeats after you through clenched teeth.

all your worries immediately disappear into thin air, when he pulls out and pulls your body closer to his. you feel a brief sense of relief. he is here, with you, where he belongs. you have him next to you, and for a few fleeting moments, that’s enough.

soobin almost feels bad for lying to you.

almost.

but when his phone dings on the bedside table, he snaps out of his haze and your peace is shattered. you feel him tense beside you, the warmth of his embrace slipping away as he reaches for his phone. he unwraps his arm from around you and heads over to the bathroom. 

once he is in the safety of the bathroom, he checks his phone. a text from her: i miss you. what time are you coming over?

his fingers are quick to type back. i think she’s about to go to bed, but i’ll be there in twenty minutes.

as he comes back from the bathroom, you look at him with wide, hopeful, doe eyes, searching for any sign that he’s going to come back to bed and that he’ll hold you again. but he avoids your gaze, biting his lips and he picks up his discarded towel from the floor.

you’re so trusting, so loving. he doesn’t deserve you.

“something came up at work,” he lies, the words slipping out too easily. he moves over to the closet, picking out something to wear.

“right now?”

“yeah, it can’t wait.” he throws his clothes on. “i’ll probably be back in the morning though.”

“oh, okay.”

when he is fully dressed, he comes over to your side of the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i love you,” he says, the words feeling empty. rehearsed. you hum in response, the sound barely audible. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

you watch as he leaves, the door closing softly behind him. the silence that follows is deafening, wrapping around you like a shroud. you pull the covers up to your chin, trying to find comfort in the warmth left from where his body once was. but it’s no use.

fill out this form to join my taglist! author's note :: I'm back!!!! been reading and watching a lot of cheating content lol so this is really angsty sorry!! part two will be out a week from today! also please listen to the playlist because it will give you the vibe + kind of a spoiler for the ending of part two

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bed chem (c.yj)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1073 smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ୨୧ model!yeonjun x model!reader, one night stand, oral (fem receiving) [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

yeonjun’s lips trace a slow path down your neck as he pulls you into the hotel room. the door clicks shut behind you. your back meets the cool wood of the door. you lean into it, half-distracted by how much better his room looks compared to yours (something you would definitely be talking to your management about).

but then, his hands, skilled and unhurried, find the zipper of your dress. in a second, it’s gliding down, the fabric falling off your body, and suddenly the room doesn’t matter much anymore. there’s nothing but him and the desperate pull of his body against yours.

a sigh slips from your lips as your fingers thread through his dark hair, tugging ever so slightly to keep him close. but then with maddening ease, he pulls away. his eyes are dark and hungry as they sweep over your now bare shoulders and the dress that pools at your feet. “you looked so good tonight,” he mumbles.

words feel useless. instead, you pull him back to you, capturing his lips again.

you knew yeonjun because you both were signed to the same agency. you were constantly running into each other at industry events. he was a familiar face in a sea of nameless models but your relationship was never anything more than a casual glance from across the room.

it was never supposed to be anything more than that. you had a rule. no dating other models. it was too messy, too much drama, and too close to the career that you had worked so hard to build. but a mutual friend asked for your number on his behalf and for some reason, you didn’t say no.

and tonight was your last night in new york before the whirlwind of fashion month would sweep you to europe. it was one of those fleeting thoughts that lingered too long before you could dismiss it. you’re leaving tomorrow, anyway.

earlier that night he had taken you to one of those dimly lit, exclusive restaurants that you need to book reservations months in advance. although they were good, the food and the drinks didn’t matter. what was important was the way he looked at you from across the table. his eyes were filled with a desire that made the conversation feel like a long, slow tease.

and yeonjun had no problem laying it on thick. his words were soft and sweet, and although you pretended to be coy, batting away his advances with a smile, you knew from the moment you sat down that you’d end up exactly here with him gently kissing down your torso.

he pauses when he reaches the waistband of your underwear. you feel a shiver race down your spine as his lips brush over the fabric. his teasing kiss through your panties leaves you aching for more, and when you feel his teeth graze against your skin, you can’t help but gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. slowly, excruciatingly so, he pulls your underwear down. the sensation of the cool air hits your bare skin, making you hyper aware of every nerve in your body.

he doesn’t rush. he takes his time, kissing up your thigh, inch by inch. your breath hitches when you feel the warmth of his breath just inches away from your core.

“what do you want me to do?” he looks up at you, his gaze intense and unwavering.  his thick fingers spread your lips apart. his eyes are laser-focused on you, watching you fall apart. he’s watching your every reaction, every tremor, every gasp with a sly, knowing smile on his lips.

he presses a finger into your soaked hole, your walls tightening around him as he moves deeper inside you. you’re so wet, the sound of it fills the room, and you clench hard as he adds another finger, stretching you in a way that has you gasping for breath.

it’s impossible to think straight. the feeling of him inside of you, the way his fingers curl perfectly, hitting just the right spot, sends your mind spiraling. your whines echo off the walls, hips stuttering into his palm, chasing after him with an unbearable desperation.

“i need you,” you manage to whimper. your breath catches in your throat. you need to feel all of him, more than you can put into words. but just as quickly as he gives it, yeonjun pulls his fingers away, leaving you with an aching emptiness that has you on the verge of tears.

before you can even protest, his lips find their way to your clit, and the shock of pleasure wipes away every coherent thought. his hands trace your back, moving down your legs. the cold wooden door presses into your spine, grounding you in this dizzying moment as you grip the back of his head, trying to hold onto something, anything.

he chuckles against you, the vibrations causing you to arch your back and press yourself further into him. he doesn’t miss a beat, using the moment to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, drawing you even closer to his mouth. he buries his face in your pussy, his tongue diving eagerly between your folds.

his nose brushes against your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair as you grind against his face. yeonjun’s hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you closer and closer to your orgasm, pushing you towards it with every low hum that vibrates through your core. your breathes come in shallow gasps, your moans filling the room as you feel yourself inching closer to your orgasm.

the orgasm hits you like a wave. you grind against his face, riding the high as his tongue continues to fuck you, drawing it out until you feel like you might fall apart completely.

when yeonjun finally pulls back, his face is glistening, his lips swollen, but his eyes are still very hungry. he doesn’t let go of you. he stands, lifting you as well, his grip on your legs firm. his lips meet yours in a slow lingering kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck for support, your body still trembling.

when he pulls away, you feel utterly undone, your body heavy and relaxed in his arms. “should we go to the bedroom?” he murmurs and you nod in response.

fill out this form to join my taglist! author's note :: just a little something for fayjjuni birth week because I didn't do an event. happy birthday my darling yeonjun (and happy birthday to me<3). I hope you guys enjoy this one. also I want to disclaim: this is a rewritten version of a mingyu fic I posted a while back. I thought the idea suited yeonjun better and the fic didn't do that good anyways so I wanted to repurpose it.

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[12:15am] (c.sb)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1566 angst + smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ୨୧ soobin x unnamed fem!oc, husband!soobin x fem!reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

playlist — alligator tears, beyoncé ; pretty little birds, sza ; i wish i hated you, ariana grande ; riiverdance, beyoncé ; pretty, kennie ; easy to love me, hope tala ; the other woman, lana del rey

part one

soobin knows the way to her place by heart. it is a small, unassuming house just outside of town, a stark contrast to the home he shares with you. he pulls into the driveway like he owns the place. it is a routine now – driving here, parking in the same spot, and heading straight for the flowerpot where she leaves the spare key for him.

the familiarity is comforting, almost too easy. it is as if this is the place he is truly meant to be.

he pushes open the door, half-expecting her to be waiting for him in the dimly lit hallway. but the house is silent. he takes a moment to take in the space, a house so devoid of personality it almost feels intentional, like it is staged. there are no family photos adorning the walls, no scatter of throw pillows on the couch, no scented candles or wallflowers to perfume the air. but it doesn’t bother him. in fact, there is something about the simplicity that makes him feel at home in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

as he moves towards the bedroom, he can feel the weight of the day finally starting to lift. the tension, the lies – it all seems to fade as he approaches the only place where things don’t feel so complicated. he finds her there, lying on the bed in one of his old t-shirts, her face dotted with pimple patches. it is strangely endearing.

“you’re late,” she remarks, her voice flat, as she catches sight of him standing in the doorway.

“i told you i was coming,” he replies.

“yeah, and you’re ten minutes late,” she shoots back, her eyes narrowing slightly. “and i’m tired now.”

“you know i had to make sure she was okay first,” he says. the mention of you hangs in the air like a lead weight. “but i’m here now.”

she rolls her eyes. “come on, baby, let me make it up to you,” soobin murmurs, inching closer to the bed, desperate to close the distance between them, both physically and emotionally.

when he reaches her, he pulls her into a kiss (mostly to placate her, but also to silence his thoughts). she smiles into the kiss, a small, satisfied curve of her lips that tells him she’d let it slide this time.

for now, he is hers, and that is all she needs.

he kisses her again, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between them. his hands move instinctively, caressing her back as he deepens the kiss, trying to lose himself in her warmth, in the simplicity of this moment.

his lips begin their slow descent from her mouth, tracing a path down her neck, lingering on the sensitive skin there as he relishes in her soft sighs. it’s intoxicating the power he holds over her. he continues, his kisses trail lower, over the curve of her breast, where the old t-shirt is pushed aside, revealing more of her skin to him. he savors the ways she arches slightly towards him. he lets his hands roam her sides, feeling the rise and fall of her breath.

then, as he reaches the lacy band of her underwear, he pauses for a moment to take the sight of her beneath him – vulnerable, wanting, and his. there’s a part of him that wishes he could stay in this moment forever, where nothing exists but her, but he knows, just like all the moments they share, it’s fleeting.

he kisses the lace softly before he starts to peel the fabric away, ready to lose himself in her completely.

“you’re so unreal,” he whispers as he spreads her legs apart, positioning himself between them.

his lips find her clit, and the moment his mouth makes contact, she lets out an ear-splitting moan, her body arching into him. her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots with abandon. she melts under the pleasure he gives her, reacting instinctively to each flick of his tongue against her sensitive, swollen bud.

with each movement, he pushes her closer to the edge. when he moans against her, the vibrations send shockwaves through her body. her vision blurs, and for about a minute, she is lost in the blinding ecstasy of her orgasm. she jerks beneath him, her back arching as she releases over his face, and he greedily laps up every last drop, his mouth moving down as he prolongs her pleasure.

even after his mouth and fingers leave her, the aftershocks of her climax linger.

he aligns himself with her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate push, he presses his cock into her. the stretch burns at first, but soon the pain fades, replaced by a pleasure so intense it nearly overwhelms her.

she moans as he pulls out, only thrust back in, harder and sharper. he gives her a moment to adjust, his thrusts faster, deeper. her gasps and moans fill the room, but they’re incoherent, her mind too far gone to form words.

“‘m yours… all yours, baby,” soobin whispers breathlessly, his voice rough. her eyes roll back in response as she grinds against him, completely consumed by the feeling of him inside her. a guttural groan escapes him as he picks up the pace, fucking her harder, deeper, until she’s on the brink again.

“s-so close,” she manages to gasp out, her body trembling with the force of her impending release.

his thrusts grow erratic, his breathing harsh and labored. she can tell he’s just as close as she is. “cum for me, baby. please, just cum all over my cock,” he pleads desperately.

she cries out as her body seizes, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal intensity. her pussy tightens around him, trapping him in the pulsing heat of her orgasm. he’s overcome, lost in the sensation of her gripping him so tightly, and the only thing he can do is press his hips flush against hers, filling her with everything he has.

as he pulls away from her, the warmth of his body leaving hers, she instinctively curls into him. the rawness of the moment slowly begins to settle into a familiar ache in her chest. her heartbeat steadies, her breathing slows, but her mind races. she turns her gaze upward, her eyes soft and pleading as she whispers, “can you please stay?”

he meets her eyes, offering a tender smile as he strokes her hair. “i am staying,” he reassures her. but she knows the truth. she feels it in the way his hand hesitates before touching her again, in the way his gaze flickers away from hers. he means he’s staying for now, for the night. she forces a smile. “good,” she murmurs, snuggling closer to him, trying to absorb this moment. to make it last.

he holds her tightly, his lips brushing against her forehead in a series of soft kisses that felt more like an apology. she knows the truth she’s been trying to ignore. soobin loves her, yes, but not enough. never enough to actually leave you. the thought cuts through her like a knife, sharp and cold.

despite the doubt gnawing at her, exhaustion eventually pulls her to sleep, his body still wrapped around hers. she dreams of a future that she knows will never come to pass.

the next morning, she wakes to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. for a moment, she allows herself to hope that maybe today will be different. but when he emerges, dressed in the same clothes he wore last night, her heart sinks.

“you’re leaving?” she asks. her voice is small as she sits up in bed. her fingers clutch the comforter as if it could keep him there.

“i have to go home,” he replies, the words heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. to my wife. but he doesn’t say it; he doesn’t need to. she knows. he walks towards the bed, leaning down to kiss her. she feels the finality of it in the press of his lips.

she catches his arm as he pulls aways, desperation creeping into her voice. “i was hoping we’d get breakfast or something. have a slow morning?”

soobin sighs. “i know, but i have to get home. we’re having guests next week, so we have to go shopping this weekend.”

her heart clenches at his words. that doesn’t sound like something you do with someone you’re planning to leave. in fact, it sounds like the life of a man who is firmly committed with no intention of changing his situation.

“don’t frown,” he says, his thumb brushing over her furrowed brow. he leans down to kiss her again, this time a quick peck, as if to soften the blow. “i’ll make it up to you.”

she watches him with fear and frustration bubbling up inside her. “at least stay for breakfast,” she pleads, reaching for him one last time.

“i–i have to go.” his eyes dart away from hers as he steps back.

as he walks out the door, leaving her alone in the cold, empty apartment, she feels the familiar sting of tears welling up in her eyes. you get the dates, and the wedding ring, and the family reunions. you get him. and all she gets is the hollow echo of his absence.

fill out this form to join my taglist! author's note :: this is the part two!! I really hope you enjoyed this <33 I know it's not the satisfying she leaves him ending but I thought it shed light to the dynamics in these relationships. if you have any questions, comments, etc , please please please feel free to ask me !!